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All of these genre titles available today for just $1. at DSP Publications or via the individual author pages on Amazon.

Rhys Ford, A.J. Marcus, Lissa Kasey, Sam C. Leonard, Jan Suzukawa, J. Tullos Hennig, Brandon Witt, Andrew Q. Gordon and Yeyu.


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(Go for it, you know you want to!)

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2nd Edition release available now at DSP Publications!

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SPANK OR TREAT 2014

Spank or Treat 2014 is finally here! Visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and full instructions. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD donated by Blushing Books!

Many authors will also offer a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs enters you in both contests!

How do you play?

1.Visit each blog between Friday, October 24th and Sunday, October 26th to read the stories.

2. Leave a comment on each blog. You must demonstrate that you have read the entire story. Copy-and-paste or inappropriate comments will be disqualified. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. Note: You must have a minimum of five entries in order to win a grand prize.

3.If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.

4.Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 26th!

5. If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Sci Spanks 2014, Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)

6. If you are a writer of fiction (any kind), add “W” to your comments to be entered in the special author prize drawings.

7. If you are a Spank or Treat 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.

8.Visit Governing Ana or any of the participating blogs on Friday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you? We will also announce prizes on the Spank or Treat Facebook page.

Like these events? Want to support your favorite authors? Become a Spank or Treat Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, sign up on the Ambassador page or message Ameliah Faith on Facebook.

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.

Like Spank or Treat on Facebook!

Tweet #SpankOrTreat on Twitter!

Join the exclusive chat with Spank or Treat authors! Message Anastasia Vitsky on Facebook or any of the authors to receive an invitation

For more spanking fun, visit Saturday Spankings for additional snippets.

Find links to the rest of the Spank or Treat stories at Governing Ana! The more blogs you visit and comment, the more chance to win prizes!



EDIT 10/28/14:

In order to comply with Amazon's "no content that's already on the web" policy, this excerpt has been removed in preparation for the production of the upcoming anthology. Thanks to all who played and congratulations to those who won.

You can find All's Well That Ends Well in the Spank or Treat anthology as of October 31, 2014. I'll post a link when it goes live. In the meantime, if you'd like to follow Lucas and Alex on their first adventure, The Queen's Librarian is available in ebook or paperback.

carolecummings: (Hey!)
I'll be attending two in October.

cc3 and nijicon

(Click on the pics for more info.)

At C3, I've been assigned the panels for Tickling that funny bone in fiction and Sex, sex and more sex; exploring strange bedfellows in crime/fantastic fiction. (Apparently, someone has seen what I write. :/ )

At Nijicon, I'll be hosting the DSP table with Gus Li and Margeurite Labbe.


Anyone who'll be in the area(s), let me know, I'd love to see you!
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So, I said last week I had some good news.

The Wolf's-own series is now officially off the market. No, wait, that really is good news!

Dreamspinner Press is launching a new imprint--DSP Publications--this autumn for genre fiction with M/M content to complement their romance line. Since the Wolf's-own series is fantasy and not romance, they'll be launching its re-release as a second edition run beginning in November. So, all of you who've bought the first editions-- they'll be collectors' items now! *snort*

Also, I'm pleased to announce that DSP Publications has contracted to publish Blue on Black (BoB!), a fantasy/sci-fi novel with an Old West flavor.

Kimolijah Adani—Class 2 gridTech, beloved brother, most promising student the Academy’s ever been privileged to call their own, genius mechanical gridstream engineer, brilliantly pioneering inventor... and dead man. But that’s what happens when a whiz kid messes with dynamic crystals and, apparently, comes to the attention of Baron Petra Stanslo. Young and brilliant and killed for his revolutionary designs, Kimolijah Adani had been set to change the world with his impossible train that runs on nothing more than gridstream locked in a crystal that shouldn’t even be possible but nonetheless works.

Bas is convinced the notoriously covetous and corrupt Stanslo had something to do with Kimolijah Adani’s tragic and suspicious death. A Directorate Tracker, Bas has finally managed to catch the scent of Kimolijah Adani’s killer, and it leads right into Stanslo’s little desert barony. For almost three years, Bas has been trying to find a way into Stanslo’s Bridge, and now that he’s finally made it, “shock” is too small a word for what—or, rather, whom—he finds there.


The release is tentatively scheduled for June of 2015.

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Thanks to all who participated in the blog hop and the drawings!

The winners of the grand prizes can be found on Ana's blog HERE. Congratulations to all the winners!

The winner of my individual drawing for a novel of their choice from my backlist is...

Pao!

Congrats, Pao. I'll be emailing you shortly.

Thanks to everyone who played, and make sure to watch for the Sci Spanks Anthology, which will feature authors and stories from the blog hop, some with brand-new material.
Available soon!

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Jun. 25th, 2014 08:00 am
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SCI SPANKS 2014

Sci Spanks 2014 is finally here! Please visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and free books. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD donated by Blushing Books!

Many authors will also offer a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

How do you play?

1.Visit each blog between Wednesday, June 25th and Sunday, June 29th to read the posted stories and excerpts.

Note: Natasha Knight’s story takes place in a nonconsensual setting, meaning the heroine has not consented to getting spanked. If you are offended or alarmed, you may prefer not to read her story.

2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.

3.If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.

4.Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on June 29!!

5. If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)

6. If you are a writer of fiction (any kind), add “W” to your comments to be entered in the special author prize drawings.

7. If you are Sci Spanks 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.


8.Visit Governing Ana or any of the participating blogs on Wednesday, July 2nd to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you? We will also announce prizes on the Sci Spanks Facebook page.

Like these events? Want to support your favorite scifi authors? Become a Sci Spanks Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, send an email to oliviastarke@ymail.com, with the subject line “Sci Spanks Ambassador.”

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.

Like Sci Spanks on Facebook!

Tweet #scispanks on Twitter!

Join the exclusive chat with Sci Spanks authors! Message Anastasia Vitsky on Facebook or contact Anne Ferrer Odom to receive an invitation.

For more spanking fun, visit Saturday Spankings for additional snippets.

Find links to the rest of the Sci Spanks stories at Governing Ana! The more blogs you visit and comment, the more chance to win prizes!

Excerpt from Blue on Black )

And now the excerpt:

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Er. No spanking in this one. Sorry.  :(

Title: Blue on Black

Blurb: Kimolijah Adani—Class 2 gridTech, beloved brother, most promising student the Academy’s ever been privileged to call their own, genius mechanical gridstream engineer, brilliantly pioneering inventor... and dead man. But that’s what happens when a whiz kid messes with dynamic crystals and, apparently, comes to the attention of Baron Petra Stanslo. Young and brilliant and killed for his revolutionary designs, Kimolijah Adani had been set to change the world with his impossible train that runs on nothing more than gridstream locked in a crystal that shouldn’t even be possible but nonetheless works.

Bas is convinced the notoriously covetous and corrupt Stanslo had something to do with Kimolijah Adani’s tragic and suspicious death. A Directorate Tracker, Bas has finally managed to catch the scent of Kimolijah Adani’s killer, and it leads right into Stanslo’s little desert barony. For almost three years, Bas has been trying to find a way into Stanslo’s Bridge, and now that he’s finally made it, “shock” is too small a word for what—or, rather, whom—he finds there.

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“Kimo....” Bas growls and paces a few jerky steps in front of the wide barn door. “Goddamn it, I don’t want to threaten you, I don’t want to make it worse for you, but I have to know what—”

“Okay,” Kimolijah cuts in. “Yeah, okay, then.” He turns slowly, eyes huge in the slats of graying gloom skimming in through the laths of the loft window. His smile is... strange, like he’s embroidering it on in slow, carefully hidden stitches, and still it’s probably one of the most heart-grabbing sights Bas will ever see. “Did you know,” Kimolijah says, soft and with a coy glint in his eye, “that most men become”—he pauses for a second, gaze traveling to the ceiling, like he’s thinking, then looks square at Bas with a smirk—“aroused during conflict?” He shrugs and slinks a step toward Bas. “It’s a primal thing. Asserting one’s dominance and such.” He pauses then shakes his head. “You really do have pretty blue eyes.”

He takes another step and it’s all Bas can do not to back away. Or step in. Because okay, yeah, there’s the adrenaline flooding his veins and shoving all his blood south, and his head’s telling him it’s an inconvenient bit of reaction he needs to ignore, overcome, but everything else is rushing at his libido like iron filings to a magnet, and the heady pull is dragging him in and in and in.

“What?” says Kimolijah, right up close now, staring up at Bas with gigantic eyes leaking doe-eyed vulnerability and teeth-gnashing sexuality all over the place, and God, he knows what he’s doing, he has to know what he’s doing. As if he's heard, Kimolijah smirks and says, “Did you think I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here? That I don’t know what my life is and how to keep living it?” He grins. “Did you think I don’t like ‘a rough night between the sheets’ now and then?”

Bas opens his mouth and then promptly chokes, because Kimolijah’s hand settles right over Bas’s groin, squeezes. The sensation shoots right into Bas’s gut and fountains up into his chest, and the resulting explosion takes out every reasonable thought in his head in a scatter of principled shrapnel. This is wrong goes up with the slide of strong fingers. It’s deflection and distraction dies a quick death with the quick rush of cool air over abruptly burning skin as Kimolijah deftly opens Bas’s trousers.

“I’ve seen you looking,” Kimolijah whispers, “watching me,” hot breath fanning over Bas’s collarbone, right down the open V of his shirt, and swathing his chest. “Did you not see me looking back?” It’s sultry, nearly breathless, almost believable. And then he licks.

“I know what you’re doing,” Bas manages, just as Kimolijah gets a hand on him, and yeah, he’s hard, Kimolijah knew he was, that’s the point, and Bas’s head knows that, but he can’t seem to talk the rest of him into doing anything but shoving forward into the grip that latches on and strokes.

Bas has so lost this game.

“Oh good,” says Kimolijah, and he grins. “I was worried for a second I’d have to explain the concept of blowjobs to you.”

And then he’s on his knees and Bas is choking again, and he doesn’t really have so much as a second to process the words that have just melted his brain, because Kimolijah’s wide, sinful mouth is on him, hot and wet and bloody fuck God, Kimolijah knows what he’s doing. Swirling tongue and scorching suction, he doesn’t mess around, gets right to it, and Bas’s hand is buried in Kimolijah’s—soft, so soft, God, I knew it would be—hair before he even remembers that he has one. Two, actually, and the other goes to grab for something, anything to steady him, and ends up brushing against his holster before finding the rough boards of the door behind him.

His holster, with the gun inside it he’d only minutes ago had tucked beneath Kimolijah’s chin. A spasm rocks through Bas, and not the kind he usually has when someone’s sucking his brain out through his dick. His other hand inadvertently fists in Kimolijah’s hair, and Kimolijah fucking groans, which almost, almost scatters Bas’s mind again, but he clings to the wispy thread of reason he’d snagged only a second ago and wrestles it into an actual thought:

Threats and accusations of spying, and manhandling Kimolijah into a deserted barn in the wee hours and interrogating him. Getting him alone and holding a gun beneath his chin. And fuck, Bas knows exactly what this is. Most of him doesn’t care, because guys don’t say no to blowjobs, they just don’t, but there’s a tiny bit that knows it’s wrong, horribly wrong, and that bit fights for and, after a violent bloody struggle, wins control of Bas’s motor functions.

He clenches his teeth, tightens his fist in Kimolijah’s hair, and pulls.

Kimolijah’s obviously surprised, because he goes at first with hardly any resistance, but then he’s pulling against Bas’s grip, leaning in, then gripping at Bas’s hipbones through his trousers. Kimolijah makes a noise of protest that vibrates right through Bas, and Bas almost forgets why he’s fighting this, but reason has been prodded into morality, weak-willed though it may be, so Bas sets a palm to Kimolijah’s forehead and almost shoves.

Kimolijah wobbles back and off with a slick, dirty pop that almost melts Bas’s knees, but he sets his jaw and doesn’t let go. “Playing the whore so easily, Kimo?” he says, embarrassingly hoarse.

The black wing of an eyebrow goes up, and Kimolijah narrows his eyes. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s wise to be nice to the man with his teeth right next to your dick?” He tilts his head, annoyed. “What's the problem? From what I hear, you have a bit of a thing for little boys on their knees.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bas mutters. He’s never going to hear the end of that one.

“Aw.” Kimo lifts his eyebrows, all innocence. And then the little bastard pouts, and blinks his giant eyes up at Bas. “A little too old for you?”

Bas’s knees have been unreliable since the second Kimolijah set a hand to him, so he figures fuck it. He drops down into the scattered straw, gets a hand behind Kimolijah’s back and wrenches him in, slides his thigh tight between Kimolijah’s. It’s kind of a toss-up between wincing and smirking, because—

“God, you’re not even hard.”

And, okay, the wannabe-badass in Bas is a tiny bit emasculated and petulant. Because some part of him, even the part that knew, wanted Kimolijah to want this, want him, wanted this to be real. The idealistic illobook geek in him—the one that couldn’t stop reading those journals, couldn’t stop admiring those formulae and theories, and fantasizing about the mind behind all of it—is hugely relieved, because this is not brilliant, promising Kimolijah Adani corrupted and ruined and content to be a trophy for a wealthy desert baron; it’s brilliant, promising Kimolijah Adani stuck in a no-win situation and using whatever tools he has to turn it to whatever small advantage he can wring from it.

Kimolijah’s teeth are set tight, his back up like a wary porcupine, and his mouth heels a curve, like he’s trying to dimple up into that sultry grin again and just can’t. “What d’you care?” he says, almost a growl, and he slips his hand through the fly of Bas’s open trousers.

“The fact that you even have to ask that question,” says Bas, as mild as he can make it as he snaps hold of Kimolijah’s wrist and stills his hand, “and that you’re serious about it....” He trails off and shakes his head. “A decent man prefers that everyone is willing and gets to have equal fun. A decent man takes just as much enjoyment out of his partner’s pleasure as his own.”

Kimolijah smirks. “Good thing there’s no decent men here then, yeah?”

“You keep telling yourself that,” Bas says then jerks Kimolijah yet closer, chest to chest, and dips his head down to lick at the strands of black ink slicking up the side of Kimolijah’s neck, pauses for a second when he tastes lemons, and it pings at something in the back of his brain, but then Kimolijah puffs out a surprised breath, heat all over Bas’s throat, and the thought just... skitters away. There’s no resistance, merely a barely-there shudder, so Bas bites down gently, black swirls over brown skin, enough so Kimolijah feels the pressure but not enough to leave a mark. Bas shuts his eyes for a moment, sucking in the heady cocktail of salt and sweat and leather and peppery ozone, then he slides his mouth over the crook of Kimolijah’s neck and breathes, “You don’t kiss.”

Kimolijah’s chest hitches and his breath stutters out over Bas’s ear, hot and damp. He doesn’t say anything, but Bas feels a small jerk of his head, just once, back and forth. No.

“You’ve never kissed him.” Not a question, not really, and Kimolijah doesn’t answer with words, or even a shake of his head this time; it’s a small, startled sound, down deep in Kimolijah’s chest, and a slight dip of his head to the side, baring his throat beneath Bas’s mouth, inviting.

Bas takes hold of Kimolijah’s hair again, fists it, then pulls his head back until Kimolijah looks him in the eye.

“But you’ll kiss me.”

Again, Kimolijah doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t negate it this time, doesn’t do anything but stare at Bas, eyebrows quirking then smoothing, quirking then smoothing, like he can’t decide if he should be pissed off or not. So Bas slides his hand in between them, lays it over the bulge in Kimolijah’s trousers that wasn’t there just a moment ago, and presses.

“You’ll kiss me,” Bas says, through his teeth this time, and he tightens his grip on Kimolijah’s hair, smoothes his palm over Kimolijah’s groin, and smiles a little when Kimolijah sucks in a quick, tight breath. “And better yet,” Bas goes on, low and smooth, “I’ll kiss you. And then we’ll see what it’s like when we both want it.”

He doesn’t wait for Kimolijah to speak or move or even breathe. With a rough jerk of his hand, Bas wrenches Kimolijah’s trousers open, dips in, and drags Kimolijah into a rough, wet, searing-hot kiss.

It’s not perfect. It’s sloppy, for one, and there’s a thick, shameless high in knowing that it’s clumsy because it’s one thing Kimolijah’s not good at, one thing even a brain the size of a planet can’t figure out without at least some practice, and the lack of finesse means the I don’t kiss thing wasn’t a come-on and it wasn’t for show. Kimolijah doesn’t do this because he doesn’t want to do this, not with Stanslo, and how Kimolijah’s managed to maintain that stipulation is something Bas wants very badly to know, but not so badly he’ll actually stop and ask.

None of it’s enough. Bas wants a bed, he wants soft, worn sheets, he wants time, and he wants to map with careful fingers every swirl and flourish of all that black ink on brown skin. He thinks he could, he thinks he might even be able to trace the shapes without even looking, because it’s all been imprinted behind his eyes without him even realizing it. Bas wants it all, but there’s only this, only here, only now, right now, so he takes what he’s got and shuts away everything that’s wrong with it.

Kimolijah’s frowning when he draws back, all pinched and confused, like he can’t figure out exactly what’s happening and how he got here, on his knees in a barn with Bas’s hand down his pants, but when Bas tightens that hand, pulls and strokes, Kimolijah merely groans and arches, pushing his hips in, in, in, then he dives back in for another kiss. It’s bolder this time, more raw and a little bit dirty, teeth nipping and tongue swiping, and when Kimolijah’s hand finally, finally starts moving on Bas again, Bas gives him a groan back and just moves.

It’s not perfect, it can’t be perfect, and it’s not anything like what Bas never allowed himself to imagine back when he’d thought Kimolijah dead, and the ghost Bas had made up in his head was a wisp of a fantasy he’d never actually have in his hands. It’s not an illobook scene with everything drawn in soft sepia tones and no wrong moves, no accidental pinches, no tugging of sensitive hairs that result in quick hisses and apologetic nips. Grunts instead of breathy moans, grasping that’s a little too rough and gets desperate a little too quickly, slick slides of lips that are too slippery and too breathless, and God, hips shoving and hands taking and mouths demanding more in vaguely syllabic mumbles that never really turn into words but manage to convey meaning.

It’s crude and a little bit raunchy, grips gone slippery with sweat, and lips too swollen to be skillful, and arousal too high for dexterity and a touch of flair. But it’s good, so fucking good, Kimolijah with his tiny noises that get stoppered up at the base of his throat, and Bas has to—he has to lean in and lean down, run his tongue over the knot of them as he speeds his hand, firms his strokes, and holds tight as Kimolijah’s spine bends and his head falls back.

He’s not all elegant curves and rhapsodic beauty when he comes. He’s clenched teeth and scrunched face and hands that clamp too hard onto Bas and fucking hurt so bad that it wrings Bas’s own orgasm from him in a hard, hot tangle. But God, he’d fucking magnificent, the gray of dawn lumbering in through the loft slats and lending brown skin soft, fuzzy radiance as Kimolijah peaks hard and too obviously clamps a yell behind his teeth. His whole body shudders with the force and he looks so much like bliss and abandon personified that it wrenches something hot and tight from Bas’s chest and pushes another few waves of pleasure into his climax.

He watches, panting, as Kimolijah comes down, drags in one long breath after another and then slumps into Bas like he trusts him, like he’s wrung out and raw and knows Bas will keep hold of him ’til he’s not anymore.

So Bas does, just reels him in, presses the mess between them, hot and sticky, and molds his palms to the curve of muscle and the solidity of bone, dips his head down until his face is wedged into the crook of Kimolijah’s shoulder and just... breathes.

(Blue on Black will be available from Dreamspinner Press in late 2014/early 2015)

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In the meantime, try the Wolf's-own series. Assassins! Magic! Conspiracy and intrigue and gods and family and betrayal, and somewhere in there, an unconventional love story that may mean the difference between sanity and... not.


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Your answer to the story question below will automatically qualify you to win not only the prizes in the main Sci Spanks prize pool, but also an ebook of your choice from my backlist. Have fun and good luck!

Okay, so the story question: What color are Bas's eyes? (Don't forget to leave your email address!)
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Shut up, they asked me to!

Interview over on Tim Flanagan’s blog where we talk about writing, inspiration and publishing.

(I really liked the questions on this one!)
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] jtulloshennig at New Book trailer for SHIREWODE
The countdown has begun... Shirewode, sequel to Greenwode and Book Two of the Wode, will release 09 September!  Here's the trailer--enjoy!


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Giveaway of The Queen’s Librarian continues through 11:59pm Pacific time on Sunday at The Novel Approach. Rules are listed at the bottom of the post.

(Lisa’s review is here.)
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The Queen’s Librarian

All Lucas Tripp wants is happiness and prosperity for the tenants of his family’s estate, some good weather for the upcoming harvest, suitable matches for his six older sisters, a little money leftover at the end of the month, to never ever come within distant brushing distance of an ascension to the throne, and more quality time with Alex. That’s not so much to ask for, right? Oh, and for his dog to listen to him. And for his cat to stop plotting against him. And for his mother to stop being disappointed in him. And for his sister Clara to someday forgive him for stealing Alex away from her. Not that Lucas did that!

When Clara’s new suitor suddenly disappears, Lucas absolutely will not have it and is thus drawn into an adventure of a lifetime—kicking and screaming all the way. All right, complaining and grumbling. (Because Lucas neither kicks nor screams, no matter what Alex says.) Magical beings who were supposed to be banished hundreds of years ago, coming through portals that were supposed to be shut against them—that’s only part of Lucas’s problem. Missing princes, breaking and entering, suspicious magicians, arsey cousins and far too many well-meaning women who are far too interested in Lucas’s sex life doesn’t really cover the rest of it, but give Lucas time; he’ll come up with more.

Wooster and Jeeves meet Monty Python and Doctor Who, with a side-visit now and then to the Three Stooges. The Queen’s Librarian is a romp through absurdity and intrigue and humor and schmoop, with a healthy dose of real adventure. And while Lucas spends most of it decidedly Not Amused, he’ll get over it someday. Probably. Because there is, after all, always Alex.

Now available at Dreamspinner Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other major distributors.
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] jordan_c_price at Channeling Morpheus Special: Payback $1
Deliciously Dark

Think all vampire books are the same? Think again.

Michael is a reckless vampire hunter who lures in his prey by posing as bait, captivating his quarry with kohl-rimmed bedroom eyes. Wild Bill is the enigmatic smartass in ripped jeans and black leather he can’t seem to shake. And Channeling Morpheus is their story: a sultry slice of Americana served up with a steamy helping of dark obsession. No fancy club owners or city lords here—the gritty action goes down in abandoned buildings, shabby strip malls, and the back of a rusted out van.

By turns poignant, wry and disturbing, rich with lyrical language, hard-hitting eroticism and unflinching violence, Channeling Morpheus is character-driven erotica you’ll want to read again and again.

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The guy who’d wanted the light was smiling. Still standing practically on top of me, too. Staring me right in the eye.

You’d think that would be all. He asked for a light. I didn’t have one. And then he would move on. But maybe it was more than that. Maybe he’d just been looking for an excuse to talk.

He slid himself onto the barstool beside mine. I did my best to look nonchalant. He was…amazing. Tall and lean, with ripped up jeans and spiked blond hair, earrings, a snake tattoo on his neck and chipped black nail polish. And he wanted to talk to me.

Couldn’t I have run into him any other night? Like, a night that I didn’t already have a date with a vampire?

“Got a name, Mister Lung Association?” he asked me.

“Michael.”

“Michael, Michael, Motorcycle.” He tucked his cigarette behind his ear and shook my hand. Well, more like he jammed his hand toward me, and I either had to shake it or be knocked off the barstool. “Wild Bill.”


Take me to the JCP Books website!
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I’ll be over on the Dreamspinner Group at Goodreads today from 1:00 to 6:00 (eastern time) to chat, answer questions about Wolf’s-own, and whatever comes up. (Or, you know—stare at the walls and listen to the crickets.) The direct link is HERE. Stop by and wave, if you can.

Also, I’m still at the YA LGBT Books group at May Featured Author and Aisling - Guardian, talking about Aisling (and fantasy and world-building and Lois McMaster Bujold, among other things) until the end of the month.

Hope to see you!
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The Erotic Romance Scavenger Hunt is a blog hop featuring nineteen authors, a ton of exclusive material and fantastic giveaways, and an amazing grand prize for one lucky scavenger hunter.

Just joined the hunt? Click here to start from the beginning.

RULES: Hidden within each post on the hunt will be a single letter that is red. Jot those letters down because they're part of the following mystery phrase you'll need to unscramble:

_ _ _ _ I _ _     _ _ _ _ _ _ _     _ _ R     _ _ _ _


At the bottom of each post will be a link to your next stop on the hunt. Once you've completed the hunt, read all the fantastic exclusive material and entered all the individual giveaways, unscramble the letters you collected to reveal the mystery phrase. When you've uncovered the phrase, fill out the entry form in order to qualify for the grand prize. Grand prize is open internationally. You must be 18 or older to enter.

The hunt will only be open for 72 hours so play fast! Entries sent without the correct phrase or without contact information will not be considered. All entries must be received by May 28 at noon Central Time.

On with the hunt!

It’s my very sincere pleasure to introduce Ms. Ava March! )
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Now available in paperback and ebook at Dreamspinner Press.

(Don’t forget—download the free read Rapport and look for the easter egg before you buy!)

The Kindle version is also available at Amazon.

Also—the winner of the random drawing for the ebooks of ghost and Weregild is Kym B. (Kym, if you’re here, I’ll be contacting you shortly.)
carolecummings: (Wolf's-own)
I want to thank everyone very sincerely for playing along. This was great fun for me, and so interesting to see what you all came up with. I’m going to share the answers with you, but let this serve as a warning to anyone who hasn’t read Ghost or Weregild that there are some major spoilers to follow.

What happened to the braid after Malick cut it off? )

eARC

May. 16th, 2012 02:23 pm
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Two days left to enter to win an advance reader copy of Koan.

See THIS POST for details.

The random drawing for Ghost and Weregild goes until Monday.

[livejournal.com profile] addie71--I'm not allowed to look at the emails yet, but my daughter says you've been busy. *snogs you*
carolecummings: (Wolf's-own)
For those of you who have not read them but were thinking about it:


GHOST and WEREGILD e-book
May 14th - May 21st


Random drawing for e-books.

That's it. To win both books, just email me at carole AT carolecummings DOT com (SUBJECT: Ghost/Weregild) or leave a comment here within the timeframe and I'll choose a name at random on the 21st and notify the winner. One entry per person, please.

You will need an account at Dreamspinner Press in order to collect your e-books. If you don't have one, it only takes a minute, and there is no credit card info or anything like that required.

Now don’t peek at the next one, because there are spoilers. ;)

For those who’ve read the first two:



KOAN e-ARC
May 14th - May 18th


Simply answer the question: What happened to the braid after Malick cut it off? and email it to carole AT carolecummings DOT com. Make sure you put KOAN CONTEST in the subject line. You will need an account at Dreamspinner Press in order to collect your e-book. If you don't have one, it only takes a minute, and there is no credit card info or anything like that required.

A winner will be chosen by me on May 18th and awarded the e-ARC for Wolf's-own, Book Three: Koan. Just in time for weekend reading. ;)

There is no right or wrong answer. There is no answer at all, which is why I'm asking the question. And there will be no blind drawing or objective criteria for awarding the prize. 'Wow' me, entertain me, make me think--whoever gives me an answer that makes me laugh or groan or say 'Ah-ha! That's it!' gets the advance copy of book three.

You can enter as many times as you like, but please do not comment here with your answer. Email only to the above address. My daughter will be screening my email for me so that all I see are the answers with no names attached to them.
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Wolf’s-own, Book Two: Weregild is now available for pre-order from Dreamspinner Press HERE.

EXCERPT from Chapter One: )

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