Crossed Hearts Available for Pre-order!

I forgot to post this the other day, so I’m sticking a quickie up now. :)

Crossed Hearts is up on Amazon for pre-order! To celebrate, I’m posting a never-before-seen excerpt. Enjoy!

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“You ever run into your ex, you can tell him he’s got it all wrong.” Kory combed his fingers through the hair behind Will’s ear. “And he’s especially stupid for not seeing how lucky he was.”

I’m especially stupid for falling for him.

Kory carried the conversation on the way home. Will did his best to put up an attentive front, but misgiving warred inside him. Did it matter who he had dated in the past? He’d never considered Kory and Darryl might cross paths, but that was before he knew exactly how unforgivable Darryl’s actions were. Did he gamble the two would never meet again? In a small town, the odds weren’t in Will’s favor. Should he just come clean?

Yeah, maybe.

“So, I’ve been thinking… Not that there’s any pressure just because I planned this crazy-romantic date…”fashion

Will pulled his attention from the familiar terrain of his neighborhood. Pulled his thoughts out of the dismal abyss they’d landed in. Kory gave a shy smile. Behind his head, the rain had let up and sunshine was frying a path through the remaining clouds. The unsavory conversation could always wait. Will already resented Darryl’s intrusion on an otherwise amazing day. I’m not giving that asshole another minute of my time. “You were thinking what?”

“Well, if I was gonna have heart-pounding, blood-pressure-spiking sex, it’d probably be wise to make sure a healthcare professional was nearby.” Kory quirked a hopeful eyebrow. “You know, in case of emergency.”

Will abandoned his residual misgivings. The flicker of dread was stamped out by the solid promise in Kory’s words, by his deep chuckle, by those irresistible crow’s feet he got when his whole face engaged in a smile. Will drew a clipped breath. “I may know a guy.”

Kory’s hand landed on Will’s thigh, closer to cock than knee, and pushed between his legs, in and then out, slow and suggestive. “I have specific requirements, though. He’s gotta be about five…eight?”

“Seven work?”

“That’s what I said. Five-seven. Late twenties, early thirties.”

“Check.”Young man

“Umm. He’ll need to have the bangin’est little badonkadonk. You know like—bam!” Kory took his left hand off the wheel to demonstrate what appeared to be an explosion. “There it is! And you wanna make that ass your pillow for the whole night.”

“Excuse me.” Will folded his lips together but he couldn’t fight the smile stretching across his cheeks or the soft titter that escaped him. “Did you have a hard time finding doctors and nurses to fit your unconventional specifications while you were in the hospital?”

“What do you say, sexy?” Kory ignored his comment as they turned into Will’s driveway.

Will pressed his hips into Kory’s touch and was rewarded by a stroke down his stiffening prick. “Did you pack your overnight bag?”

“Always.”

“Then come on in.”

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Crossed Hearts

-Kimber


Jay Northcote’s “The Marrying Kind”

Today I have a taste of Jay Northcote’s latest, The Marrying Kind. Check out this fun excerpt!

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Blurb

 

Five sex-free dates—how hard can it be?

When they were at uni, Owen always had a bit of a crush on Nathan. But Nathan was apparently straight, and Owen was too busy with other guys to take his crush seriously.

When Nathan moves back to Bristol after a year away, Owen hears that Nathan has come out of the closet, and he propositions him. Nathan doesn’t want to be just another notch on Owen’s bedpost, though, so he challenges Owen to prove he can be serious: five dates before they have sex.

Owen doesn’t think that sounds too difficult. He’s expecting Nathan to find his charms irresistible anyway. But as they grow closer, Owen begins to care more about proving himself to Nathan than he does about getting him into bed.TheMarryingKind_FINAL

Excerpt

“So,” Owen began. “I gather you’re into cock now?”

Nathan’s eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed pink. “Um…. Yes?”

“Cool. So, do you wanna get out of here and go someplace to fuck, or suck, or whatever?”

Nathan raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Owen let his gaze slide down over Nathan’s torso to land on his crotch. It looked like Nathan might be getting a little hard. Either that, or he was a shower rather than a grower. “I always thought you were hot. I just never knew you swung my way. So how about it?”

Nathan cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was definitely getting hard. Owen lifted his eyes expecting to see a smile. But Nathan was frowning and biting his lip.

“That’s flattering, but I’m not interested.”

Owen raised an eyebrow and glanced briefly at the bulge in Nathan’s jeans again. “You sure about that?”

Nathan’s face was even pinker now, but he held Owen’s gaze. “I’m not interested in a hookup. I’ve been there, done that, and decided casual sex isn’t for me. I’m looking for something more serious.”

Owen blinked. This wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go. He found himself blurting out his next words without thinking. “What, like a relationship? I could have a relationship. With you, I mean.”

Nathan chuckled then, a snort of laughter that raised Owen’s hackles, because what the fuck? He’d made a move and was being laughed at. That wasn’t cool.

“What’s so fucking funny?”

“Sorry.” Nathan pulled himself together and pasted on a more serious expression. “But Owen. You don’t do relationships. Everyone knows that. I know what you were like at uni, and from what I’ve heard on the grapevine, you haven’t changed much. And that’s fine—each to their own. But I don’t want to be another notch on your bedpost. I’d rather be friends with you than one of your conquests.”

Owen’s irritation rose, and he resisted the urge to pout childishly, but he wasn’t prepared to back down. Nathan’s words had stung, because yes—Owen would be the first to admit he was a bit of a tart on the surface, but at least he was honest about it. He’d never strung anyone along or made promises he couldn’t keep. And he’d never met anyone who made him want more than a one-night stand or a few casual no-strings repeats.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of having a relationship, and he found himself wanting to prove to Nathan that he wasn’t as bad as his reputation seemed to imply.

“Will you go on a date with me instead, then?” he asked.

“A date?” Nathan narrowed his eyes. “What, so we eat first and then have sex? I’m not sure that would be any better.”

“We don’t have to have sex!” Owen protested, raising his voice in frustration, then lowering it quickly as he noticed a few people glancing their way. “Jesus. Contrary to popular opinion, that’s not the only thing I’m interested in.”

“So if we went on a date, you wouldn’t expect me to put out?” Nathan’s lips quirked in amusement. He seemed to be enjoying this conversation a little too much.

“Not unless you wanted to.”

“I’d like to get to know you better first. I think we’d need more than one date for that.”

“Okay, so what’s your magic number? Try me.”

Nathan’s brow furrowed as he considered the question for a moment.

“Five,” he finally said. “Five sex-free dates. Then when we’ve had a chance to connect, we can take it from there. Oh… and in case it wasn’t obvious, if this is going to be a relationship, I’d expect you to be exclusive.” Nathan sat back in his seat and folded his arms. “So, what do you say?”

Owen glared at him. Nathan’s pink lips stretched further as he grinned, and all Owen could think was how he wanted to come all over Nathan’s smug face.

“I’m in.”

Nathan’s smile vanished abruptly. “You’re… what, really?”

“Really.” Owen smirked, finding Nathan’s obvious surprise very satisfying. “Five dates with no sex. So, when are you free this week? I can see you every night apart from Thursday, so if you’re free to meet most nights we can be done with all five dates by next weekend.”

“Oh no. No way.” Nathan shook his head. “If we’re going to take things slow, the dates need to be spread out. One a week for five weeks.”

Somehow Owen had thought his loophole was too good to be true.

“You drive a hard bargain, but okay.” He shrugged, conceding some ground, but not defeated. “Next weekend for our first date then?”

“Okay.”

“And while we’re discussing ground rules for this… whatever-the-fuck this is.” Owen waved his hand disparagingly. “What are we counting as sex for the no-sex rule? No fucking obviously, but does that extend to no blowing each other? No handjobs? What about dry humping?”

“Shh!” Nathan’s face was flaming, and he moved his chair closer, leaning in so he could talk quietly. “Keep it down, for fuck’s sake.”

To be fair, Owen’s voice had got rather loud, and a group of girls at the next table were looking very interested in their conversation.

“Well?” Owen asked. “We need to be clear what the boundaries are. Can we even kiss?”

“Kissing is fine,” Nathan replied promptly, and his gaze dropped to Owen’s mouth. He paused before adding, “No orgasms. That’s the line.”

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Author Bio

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Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.

She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t stopped writing since.

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Justice Prevails by Morticia Knight: #Giveaway & Exclusive #Excerpt

Today I have an exclusive excerpt from Morticia Knight’s new release, Justice Prevails.

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The car window was rolled all the way down and Austin had his head hanging out of it like a Labrador. All that was left for him to do was loll his tongue from his mouth and let the night air spray his spit on Beau’s rear windows and he’d be a dead ringer. He also thought he should probably quit his job then move across the country. There wasn’t the slightest chance he’d ever want to face Beau in a work situation again.

Was I blubbering like a baby all over his shirt?

Austin groaned.

“Should I pull over?”

Beau sounded worried. It seemed like a reasonable fear.

“No, man. I’m cool.”

Sort of.

“It’s this one right here.” Austin pointed to a row of four two-story condos, artfully arranged in an ‘L’ shape. The units each had two parking spaces that were available in the lot that extended from the buildings. Austin’s older Nissan Sentra took up one of his spaces, his other designated spot empty.

Yup. Empty like always.

Apparently his pity party was still in full swing and he didn’t have anything else with which to distract himself. More booze was out of the question. He didn’t want to add going to the ER for alcohol poisoning to his growing list of humiliating behaviors. He’d already exceeded his quota for one day. Too bad the hunky dude he’d fondled at the bar hadn’t been gay. He could’ve sworn the guy had been sending the signals—brushing against him, smirking at him a couple times. Fuck. Maybe he was but had chickened out.

“You can take tha’ spot next to the white Sen…Sen…car.”

His head wasn’t as fuzzy as it had been, but he was pretty sure he shouldn’t try skipping up the steps to his place just yet. As uncoordinated as he was, he could barely do that without landing face first when he was stone sober.

“Okay, here we are.”

Austin pulled his head back into the interior of the car then regarded Beau. He took a deep breath, willing himself to focus – to try not to sound so falling down drunk, no matter how accurate of a description that was for his current state.

“Thangs…” He inhaled again. “Thanks.” He bit his bottom lip. “And sorry I was sush, such an asshole. I swear, I thought he was into it. I…”

He should just stop. There was no explaining being a wasted dumbass.

“It seems like you had a rough day. I know how that feels.”

Beau’s gentle voice shook him up. He had one arm draped over the steering wheel of his sedan, his body angled slightly toward Austin. The copious amount of liquor still coursing through Austin’s body had his emotions teetering on the edge of turning him into a sobbing wreck at any moment. Why did I fuck up so bad? Beau seemed like such a cool guy and was as sexy as hell.

Damn.

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Goodreads Link:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25009673-justice-prevails

Blurb:

Never judge a sexy man by his cover.

Detective Beau Williams is hard-working, dedicated, and professional. He enjoys the finer things in life, but with his heavy caseload that includes what Beau suspects is a new serial killer, he has no time to enjoy much of anything. What the tall redhead needs is someone to shake him up a little.

Investigative Technician Austin Kent never met a snarky joke he didn’t like – or a set of stairs that couldn’t trip him up. One night after a devastating episode at work, Austin sees something else he likes – the handsome detective he’s seen around the station whom he’s always wondered about. But after he makes a drunken fool of himself in front of Detective Williams, he’s sure there’s no hope.

Beau and Austin’s worlds collide right away when Austin is sent to pick up some evidence at the station. Amidst a myriad of twists and turns in the troubling serial killer style murders of Vegas conventioneers, Austin and Beau discover that there’s more to the other than they’d originally thought. There might even be more they’d like to give – unless the killer has the final say.

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Sales Links:  https://www.totallybound.com/justice-prevails

About the author:

M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers – but they’re all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.

When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more installments of Sin City Uniforms and The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey’s story from Rockin’ the Alternative.

Where to find the author:

Follow on Twitter: @morticiaknight

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Crossed Hearts Cover Reveal! Hell, Yeah!

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Hooray! Hooray! It’s my cover reveal day!

Let’s just take it all in, shall we? We’ve got the cemetery. We’ve got Kory on the left and Will on the right. Kory has a bit o’ mid-line scar peeking out of his collar because my ultra-fabulous cover artist, Dana Priebe, is ultra-fabulous. Details, baby! We’ve got the rainbow umbrella that makes an appearance during a très romantique scene or two (squeak!). Even the fading swipe thingy in the middle looks like a brush stroke, which is sheer perfection because Kory is an artist.

Sigh. I love it so.

What’s that? You want to add it to your Goodreads “Want to Read” list for the opportunity to win an e-copy on release day? Well, then, so you shall! So you shall!

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Here’s my blurb and a wee snippet in case you need more convincing to click that shiny, candy-like button above:

Blurb:

Kory Vansant doesn’t deserve to be alive.

As time sucks him dry of energy, sapping the final ounces of strength from his congenitally enlarged heart, he’s forced to end his career as Kory Kent, porn star. Staring down death, he questions his life choices and prays for a miracle. For another chance at life, he vows to change who he is at his core.

His prayers are answered. A perfect heart now beats in his chest, but it comes at a heavy price. The donor is an innocent young man cut down far too prematurely.

Kory’s blemished history and his donor’s spotless past are far from ideal matches.

As his debts skyrocket, Kory can’t help but think his resolve to walk the high road is being tested. After he meets the adorable Will Squire at the gravesite they both visit, he’s doubly damned because there’s no way he can keep up his end of the bargain. What happens when a man breaks a deal with a higher power?

Will often prefers the company of the dead to that of the living. Following a bad breakup, he pours himself into his two jobs—funeral director at his uncle’s mortuary and part-time paramedic. He’s drawn ever closer to Kory, as if fate sticks her fickle hand in and pushes them together like two unlikely puzzle pieces. But sometimes history can’t be buried, and maybe divine intervention isn’t always right. Will discovers everyone is imperfect, no matter how pretty the outer package, and opening one’s heart is never easy, but can be oh, so worth the pain.

Excerpt:

The man scratched the scrub on his chin. “Heart recipient,” he said finally. “I’m Kory—umm…Kory Vansant.” Holding out his hand, he took another step. Will’s fingers were swallowed in warm skin and bone.

“Will Squire.” Again, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the tease of scar tissue jutting from the crotch of Kory’s shirt collar. The urge to reach out and trace a finger over the pink relief of healed tissue was strong. Just like I touched Brandon’s incision. The stark difference between the two—one wound marking the end of a life and the other a salvation—was surreal. Will was nothing but an outsider looking in on a miracle, but somehow he felt he’d come around full circle.

“Want me to get naked so you can see the whole thing?”

Will closed his eyes for a moment and then looked up, his face flaming with a mix of embarrassment and immediate, fierce arousal. “I’m sorry. Totally rude.”

Kory smiled good-naturedly. “No worries. It’s a way to reclaim who I am, or was. Or some crap. I’m not just my medical status, like they keep saying at my support group.”

“No. Of course you’re not.”

He laughed loud and deep, and the warmth in Will’s face drifted down his body. “I’ve adopted it as my little icebreaker whenever people stare,” Kory said.

“Well, ice broken.” Will gulped. Hell, ice melted into a rolling boil.

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Crossed Hearts comes out on April 27th, but I hope to have it available for preorder before then. I’ll let you know!


One Hot Grave Robber

 

I’m working on blog posts for my Crossed Hearts tour, and ended up trying to find a movie about organ transplants making donors crazy. I think I figured out the one I had in mind: a Jeff Fahey film called “Body Parts.”

Anyway, I stumbled across Repo! The Genetic Opera, which I saw a few years ago. Terrance Zdunich is fantastic in this movie; so good, in fact, I have to share this clip.

Don’t worry, there aren’t any possessed body parts in Crossed Hearts. Although now that I think about it, a possessed penis sounds like fodder for a fun erotic horror short, doesn’t it? I may need to write that in my free time.

 

-Kimber

 


Cover Reveal: Light Beyond the Darkness by Tami Lund #giveaway

Today I have a gorgeous cover reveal for author Tami Lund, as well as a giveaway, so check it out!

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Pretty, huh?

 

Blurb:

In the third installment of the Lightbearer series, lightbearer Carley Santiago and shifter Reid Hennigan are running from their pasts. Hiding in the human world, they meet and sparks fly. But what happens when Carley’s past threatens to ruin her relationship with Reid?

Carley was once the premier chef for kings – the King of the Lightbearers, that is. But when her mate pushes her over a cliff and she miraculously survives, she flees her home, the coterie, knowing he will want to finish the job. She figures hiding in the human world is the best way to ensure her own safety.

While working as a chef at one of Chicago’s top restaurants, she meets Reid Hennigan, a lone shifter running from his own past. Carley tries to push him away – she wants nothing to do with anyone from the magical community – even a persistent shifter who insists he only wants to show her pleasure.

Reid Hennigan is another reject from Quentin Lyons’ defunct pack. When he received word his pack master was dead, Reid ran away from his pack, from pack life, having no interest in being forced to be subservient to another abusive pack master. Unfortunately for Reid, shifters are hardwired to desire to be part of a pack, and he finds himself wandering aimlessly through life, with no clear idea of what to do next. When he stumbles upon the shy lightbearer while eating the best steak of his life, he discovers a new lease on life.

Reid sets out to woo the beautiful, broken lightbearer. Passion turns to love, and Reid figures his life is pretty damn perfect, despite no longer having a pack. But Carley has secrets of her own, and her secrets.

Bio:

Tami Lund likes to live, love, and laugh, and does her best to ensure the characters in her books do the same. After they’ve overcome a few seemingly insurmountable obstacles first, of course.

When she’s not doing that, she’s a mom to two (growing far too fast) kids and a furbaby who conveniently forces her to exercise at least once a day. She’s also a wife to her own knight in shining armor who proposed in a way worthy of a romance novel.

Most of all, she loves to write. She figures it keeps her from going insane. Or at the very least, it keeps strangers from believing she is insane, because if she goes too long without writing the characters down on the computer, she tends to start talking to them. Out loud. Often, in public places.

Tami is multi-published, both self and with a few publishers, including Crimson Romance, Liquid Silver Books, and, (as of June 2015) Soul Mates Publishing.

Giveaway:

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Cover Reveal: Thirty Things by Cate Ashwood #Giveaway

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Blurb:

Finn and Nate have been best friends their whole lives. When a childhood accident left Finn broken, Nate stood by as all his other friends left. Now approaching Finn’s thirtieth birthday, there is one secret Finn still hasn’t revealed—he has been in love with Nate since they were eight years old. Hiding his feelings for twenty-one years, terrified of what might happen if Nate ever found out has been difficult, but losing his friend would be worse than living forever with a bad case of unrequited love.

There are some things that just have to be done before your thirtieth birthday. As a gift to Finn, Nate plans a road trip across America to check off a list of thirty things to experience before hitting that milestone. Starting in Crawfordsville, Indiana, they tour the country, trying new things and meeting interesting new people. Nate’s having the time of his life, but Finn is holding something back. As the days count down, navigating the back roads suddenly seems easier than figuring out where their relationship is heading.

One thing’s for certain. There will be no turning back.

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I opened the box, and inside I found one of those road maps you can buy for ninety-nine cents at a gas station and a pile of envelopes tied together with butcher’s twine.

Nate reached across the arm of the couch and lifted the map, unfolding it so I could see. He had marked out a handful of destinations on the map that amounted to what was a grand circle tour of about half the states.

“We leave in three days,” he proclaimed, obviously proud of himself.

“We’re going on a road trip?”

“You bet. You’re always talking about how there are things you want to see and do, and we’ve never done any of them. So now we have a list of thirty things to do before you turn thirty. Each one of those envelopes has a different task inside. It’ll be fun. Besides, we haven’t gotten to hang out much lately, and I thought this would be good… just you and me road tripping across America.”

“So what you’re saying is you miss me.”

“What I’m saying is, you’re going to be thirty, so I figured we should have one last grand adventure before you’re too old and decrepit to actually enjoy the trip.”

“You’re an asshole,” I said, although by asshole I meant the best friend in the world a guy could have.

He got my meaning.

“Love you too, Finn.” My heart jumped at those words, though I knew he didn’t mean them the way I wished he would. Still, I would take what I could get.

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Author Bio:

Cate Ashwood wrote her very first story in a hot-pink binder when she was in the second grade and found her passion for writing. Her first successful foray into romance writing came five years later when she wrote her best friend, who was experiencing a case of unrequited love, her own happily ever after.

Cate’s life has taken a number of different and adventurous roads. She now lives a stone’s throw from the ocean, just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia with her husband, her brand new little boy, and her two cats. Her life is filled with family and friends, travel, and, of course, books.

Where to find the author:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cate.ashwood

Twitter: https://twitter.com/cateashwood

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/cateashwood/

Blog – http://www.cateashwood.com/cates-blog

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: A.J. Corza

 

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What Ho! #amwriting #amediting #CoverReveal

It’s the world’s most inconsistent blogger here, feeling compelled to do the blog thing out of sheer guilt.

I figure a bit about my current projects is in order, yes?

First up, we have numero uno in my Hearts and Scars series (I say series, but they’ll all be standalones, rather tangentially related to the first book). It’s called Crossed Hearts and I am crunching the insightful comments from my beta readers and then plan to shit  ship it out to an editor. I’ll be losing my self-publishing virginity, and while I can’t say I’m not nervous, I am excited to see how things go on the other side of the fence. I still firmly intend to traditionally publish, but this has been my little solo pet project, and the autonomy of it is exhilarating. Old dogs, new tricks, yadda, yadda.

Oh, and working with my extremely amenable and talented cover artist, Dana Priebe, has been a ton of fun. She’s a close friend who happens to be like a sister to me. :-) I was picky, annoyingly specific, and got precisely what I wanted. Once I get on the horn with an editor and figure out the time frame for release, I’ll get a cover up for your viewing pleasure.

Here’s my cover teaser:

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Working Blurb:

Kory Vansant doesn’t deserve to live.

When time sucks him dry of energy, sapping the final ounces of strength from his congenitally enlarged heart, he’s forced to end his career as Kory Kent, porn star. Staring down death, he questions his life choices and prays for a miracle, vowing to change who he is at his core, if only for another chance.

Somehow, his prayers are answered. A perfect heart now beats in his chest. Unfortunately, its previous owner was an innocent young man cut down far too prematurely, and Kory’s blemished history is nowhere near an ideal match.

As his debts skyrocket, Kory can’t help but think his resolve to walk the high road is being tested. After he meets the adorable Will Squire at the gravesite they both visit, he’s doubly damned because there’s no way he can keep up his end of the bargain. What happens when a man breaks a deal with a higher power?

Will often prefers the company of the dead to that of the living. Following a bad breakup, he pours himself into his two jobs—funeral director at his uncle’s mortuary and part-time paramedic. He’s drawn ever closer to Kory, as if fate stuck her fickle hand in and pushed them together like two unlikely puzzle pieces. But sometimes history can’t be buried, and maybe divine intervention isn’t always right. Will discovers everyone is imperfect, no matter how pretty the outer package, and opening one’s heart is never easy, but can be oh so worth the pain.

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While I was on this self-publishing bender (yeah, right), I got a bee in my bonnet about my Goodreads, Love Has No Boundaries story, Sticking It. Anyone remember that bit of college gymnast-falls-for-the-nerd fluff? Well, despite its warm reception on Goodreads, a number of people wanted it to be longer. At the time of its origin, I kinda felt like it is what it is. Deal with it. Well, seven thousand (or so) words later, it is what it wasn’t, and I’ll be getting that up on Amazon as per popular request (look at me, with my big girl panties yanked up high, all doin’ stuff).

For the readers who really wanted Dane to go to the Olympics, I say, “Your wish is my command!” I hope you were also wishing for more sex. ABRACADABRA!

Muscular athletic sportsman in training. Winner.

My Second Addition Cover! Woot!

 

 

I can’t tell you the hours of gymnastics video footage I’ve watched to make this happen. Appreciate it, dammit! ;-)

This gorgeous new cover was also crafted for me by the phenomenal Dana Priebe. Her website is in the works. I’ll link when it’s up in case anyone is interested in checking out her stuff.

Anyhoo, the second edition of Sticking It should (hopefully) be ready to go within the month, I promise. I’ll keep you posted!

 

-Kimber

 

 

 

 


Author Interview: Marianne Rice

What do you consider your best accomplishment?

I’m an excellent juggler. I work full-time, have three extremely active children, I read constantly, enjoy cooking well-balanced meals and baking fun treats, work out religiously and write at least one book a year. I truly believe that we make time for what’s important. Do I ignore my children some days so I can meet a writing deadline? Oh yeah. But their schedule comes first. I try to make every game and only miss one if there is a scheduling conflict with one of the other kiddos. Probably the most neglected aspect of my life is alone time with my husband. We haven’t been on a date in over a year. And that was a day I called in sick so we could shop for a dishwasher. Right now the kids rule our lives, as it should be. Our time with them is limited so we try to be as involved as possible. In my book, that’s an accomplishment.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Don’t. Stop. Ever. You’ve sent out fifteen plus query letters and haven’t heard back from anyone. Or you’ve received rejection after rejection. It sucks. There’s no sugar-coating that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you question your talent and skill as a writer. When you question the hours upon hours you’ve spent glued to your computer crafting your precious baby, and then to receive a generic note saying your book isn’t for them.

That’s okay. Keep writing. Because when, not if, you get published, things happen so fast you won’t have time to read for pleasure or make dinner for your family. And then your readers are going to want more, more, MORE. You’ll need books ready to send to the publisher who recognized your book for its value. And if you have built up the courage and done your research and gone indie, your readers are still going to want more, more, MORE.
So don’t stop writing. Thankfully I took my own advice. I wrote faithfully for eight years and have seven books under my belt. I have three books coming out in a four month time span. And to think, three months ago I received four rejections and one contract.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?falsestart

Chris Hemsworth’s bright blue eyes, bulging biceps and six-pack abs make him the perfect model for Connor McKay, the retired NFL player in False Start. I have a Pinterest board littered with pictures of him *sigh* He is a beautiful man.

Meg Fulton is classy, but reserved—you’ll have to read the book to find out why—when it comes to men. She uses a sharp wardrobe to cover up her insecurities. I picture Teri Hatcher from her Desperate Housewives days. So beautiful and poised, but when she’s angry or bound and determined, watch out!

What is your least favorite part of the publishing process?

As a newbie, I feel like I’m on a constant “Look at me! Buy my book!” campaign. I’m lurking on Facebook and Twitter, following more writers and readers and asking for friends. Self-promotion is weird, especially when no one has read your books yet and you don’t have a following. I’m hoping marketing book two, False Hope, that comes out in April will be a little less…awkward.

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others?

Definitely the love scenes, although they are getting much easier to write now that I don’t have toddlers climbing all over me. I’m more than halfway through my eighth book and I’m finding my love scenes are becoming more descriptive.

Do you drink?

Religiously. Kidding. Having three kids in the house makes me want to drink, but I limit it to social drinking…and then I make up for my long dry spells. Pinnacle vodka is my weakness. I love to create new drink recipes!

What secret talents do you have?

I wish I had super powers or had x-ray vision (although I don’t need it to visualize Chris Hemsworth naked). But sorry, this is going to be a boring answer. I love to cook and bake and decorate cakes in my “spare time”. I’ve done a few wedding cakes, baby showers and special occasion cakes for others, but I really enjoy baking and decorating for friends and family. There’s nothing like seeing their expressions when I give them my masterpiece. It’s very rewarding.

What were you like as a child?

As the neglected middle child, I took on a lot of responsibility raising my younger twin sisters after my parents got divorced. I acted as their mother (I’m only three and a half years older than them). I’ve always been the responsible one. The planner. The organizer. The peacekeeper. Those qualities in me haven’t changed.

I was, however, extremely shy. I had social anxiety disorder—which my Teenage Princess had at a younger age as well. You’d never know it today. I’ve done multiple presentations for work in front of hundreds of people and love it. I don’t remember any pivotal moment in my life when I changed from being an extreme introvert to a very comfortable extrovert, but here I am!

Do you ever write naked?

Who wants to know? Chris Hemsworth? No, I do not write naked (are there people who do?) but you asked, so you’re getting a TMI answer…I do, however, love to whip off the bra when I get home from my day job and write in my sweatpants and baggy shirt. It’s freeing, you know?

MarianneRiceWow, I’m impressed that you’ve read all of my blog! Thanks for listening. Come visit me on my website (www.mariannerice.weebly.com) or on Facebook (http://facebook.com/Mariannericeauthor)

And as a reward for sticking with my ho-hum life, here’s a snippet from the first page of False Start:

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“We need to talk.”

Startled by the deep growl, Meg Fulton looked up to the towering stack of testosterone filling her office doorway and cursed the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach.

She straightened her posture, ran her hand through her thick hair in an attempt to put all the strays back in place, and then reached for the lapels of the suit coat that wasn’t there. She felt vulnerable in her silk tank top and wished she had an extra layer to shield her from the menacing daggers targeted at her. Putting on the jacket would only make a spectacle of herself. The thin tank would have to do.

“Sure. Have a seat.” She crossed her legs and attempted to smile. Inwardly, Meg groaned. Connor McKay. She’d noticed him on the football field coaching his athletes and had not looked forward to the expected confrontation.

He remained in the doorway, making no move toward the empty seats across from her desk. His blond hair was short, barely longer than the scruff on his face, and as she looked up she saw his eyes—a fierce, fiery blue filled with accusation and something that ranged between confusion and lust.

Available now wherever ebooks are sold:

Amazon: http://bit.ly/FalseStart

Amazon UK: http://bit.ly/FalseStartUK

Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/

Kobo: http://bit.ly/FalseStartKobo

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Googleplay: http://bit.ly/FalseStartGooglePlay


Review: Prosperity by Alexis Hall

I want to eat Alexis Hall’s brain with a nice Chianti. Admittedly, some of this sentiment is born of jealousy, possibly alcoholism. But mostly it’s respect. Total respect.

For starters, I’m going to boldly state that I rate Alexis Hall’s work on a different scale than other books. In fact, he makes me want to go back to my Goodreads lists and start handing out demerits to other stuff I’ve rated because he sets the bar so fucking high. He makes me want to reread books I thought I enjoyed just so I can throw my Kindle across the room this time around. So, where I rated his follow-up work to ProsperityThere Will Be Phlogiston, a four, that does not mean it is on par with other four-star books. It is hell and gone from other four-star books. Other five-star books, even. Basically, I couldn’t give it the same 5 stars I gave Glitterland, or Sand and Ruin and Gold. Or this. Goddamn, this book right here.

Alexis Hall is a genius and has thoroughly screwed my book-rating system.

Anyway, the book:

Hall pits heaven (Ruben, the ex-preacher) against hell (Milord, the uber-slimy-underground-mob-boss-type-guy), only they’re rather perversely sexually enslaved to each other (wait, could that be love?). And then he gives us the classic hooker with a heart of gold (mebbe) in our narrator, Piccadilly (who Piccadillied his own name–how damn cute is he?). He’s a conniving sewer rat who needs saving, but ends up doing a fair amount of rescuing of others as he risks life and fin on more than one occasion for the crew of the good ship Shadowless. They become the closest thing he’s had to family, and, surprisingly, something worth dying for if need be. Said crew includes the star-crossed lovers mentioned, the addle-brained-yet-cool-as-a-cucumber crackhead navigator, Miss Grey, and then there’s the captain. Oh captain, my captain. For me, Byron Kae was the show-stealer. God, did I want them and Dil to get together for a bit of the whatnot.

Who am I kidding? The world building, Hall’s exquisite voice, every damn character, the delish voyeuristic sex scene, the creeptastic clockwork parts, the space kraken—the whole damn thing was the show-stealer.

And with this, Alexis Hall moves into my top MM author slot. The honor includes such perks as being subjected to cyberstalking and embarrassing fangirling, and having your characters accents bastardized as I read your books aloud to my cat, possibly while he humps his favorite fuzzy pink blanket because he does that a lot. Check and mate. I’m sorry, KJ, but we’ll always have England.

5 Shooters

5 shooters

 

-Kimber


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