Stephen King — On Writing

The best part about writing, at least for me, is the creation of the story. I have no problem coming up with plot line, character and (hopefully) if I do my job right,  plot twists that bring the reader to their knees. Heck, I’ve got a whole note-book filled with novel ideas. But when it comes to editing I cower like a child who’s Halloween candy is about to be stolen by the neighbourhoodSteven King-On Writing bully.

I can handle the truth–trust me. If it’s a shit piece, then I’ll fix it. Here’s the rub, no matter how much I work on a manuscript I’m never truly satisfied. Never.

I can tweak and play with a manuscript for ages and ages (case in point my erotica trilogy) and still not be truly happy with it. So what do I do next?

Well,  I got help. A lovely group of local writers. We meet regularly and edit each others work. I love these ladies. They are my rock. I get a little help from my long time friend Liz McAdams too.

And I read. This particular time, the book was On Writing, by Stephen King. I’ve always been a HUGE fan.  A little known fact about yours truly is that I’ve been reading Stephen King, Anne Rice, Bentley Little, and Dean Koontz since I was a saucy pre-teen. Tons of other macabre writers have breezed through my life, far too many to continue to mention. But I love it. The dark side is deep with in me.

On Writing chronicles Stephen King‘s experience with writing and it is a fantastic story in and of its self. We’ve all been there, slogging in front of our note book, computer, or typewriter. Unsure of our talent. Unclear if we are writing the ‘right’ thing. At some point I thought, if Steven King can be rejected, then so can I! It’s what you learn from that rejection that’s important–trust me.

The best part of On Writing was the section in which Stephen details writing, its process (as he sees it), best practises and editing suggestions. These parts I devoured as though it were my favourite chocolate, maybe even my bible (yep I went there).

Macabre is not for everyone, and for every fan of Stephen King I am sure there is someone who does not care for his writing. Never the less, his understanding of the craft that is writing and its creative process is extensive.

If you are a writer, it is more than worth your time to pick Stephen King’s, On Writing up. Keep it in your library, because I am positive you’ll refer back to it. If you’re not a writer, get it anyway, its a seriously good read.

Even as I sit here leafing through the book, I think, I need to read this again. In fact I’ll start this evening.

With Love,

Brooke

P.s Thanks to positivewriter.com for the Feature Image. And Amazon .com for the image on the page. (Gotta dot all my i’s and cross all my t’s).

 

Summer Reads Part Two

Redesign_9780425260937_HypnotistsLo_cover.inddFull of excitement for Liane Moriarty I picked up The Hypnotist’s Love story with the hope of matching the thrill I found when reading The Husband’s Secret.

Ellen (a hypnotist) and Patrick (a surveyor and single father) find each other through internet dating. At first everything is going rather well. Patrick turns out to be lovely and kind. For once Ellen begins to have hope that Patrick might just be the one. Until one night over supper Patrick says they need to have a chat. Worried that this is the chat that will end their relationship Ellen finds herself quite relieved and more than a little intrigued to find that in fact Patrick does not want to break it off, it’s just that he has an ex-girlfriend/stalker that has been following him for years.

Rather than become frightened at the idea of an ex-girlfriend stalking her boyfriend, Ellen is fascinated and begins to empathize with the feelings of Saskia who goes to extreme measures to remain connected to Patrick’s life in some way.

True to Liane Moriarty’s form The Hypnotists Love Story is full of quick-witted and extraordinary inner dialogue which allows the reader to delve into the minds of the main characters. While I enjoyed The Hypnotist’s Love Story, the flow of the story dragged a tad for me and it took me a while longer than I anticipated to fully by it to the plot line. Still, I would recommend the book whole heartedly.

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Stolen is the second novel in the Other World Series. A follow-up to Bitten, Kelley Armstrong (a New York Times Best Seller) takes her main character Elena into a world of vampires, witches, sorcerers and half demons.

Taking her safety for granted Elena becomes captured by a group of extremists who seek to exploit the powers that those in the other world possess. Subjected to cruel testing and put into terrifying circumstances, Elena is forced to save the one person she hoped would be the one to help her escape. After she saves the life of one of her enemies, the extremists disregard Elena’s warnings. Which results in the death of many of her enemies. However in the chaos that ensues Elena is able to take advantage of the opportunity.

There are several reasons why the Other World Series should be on your must read list. Kelley Armstrong takes us into the journey of the lives of werewolves in a new and refreshing way. Gone are the male dominated hero stories. Instead time after time Elena proves her strength, intelligence and valour. We are treated to a quick pace and exciting plot line that holds our attention to the very end. I also love that Kelley Armstrong is a fellow Canadian. Bitten and Stolen have been made into a television series which you can catch on SYFY or SPACE. I have to admit that after reading both books I binge watched the series. I am currently loving season 2.

If you truly enjoy dark and dangerous supernatural stories The Other World series is for you. I’ve loved the first two novels and plan on reading more.

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Rosanna Leo is one of my favourite romance/erotica writers. She crosses the line from paranormal romance and contemporary romance with ease. I am proud to admit there is not a Rosanna Leo novel that I haven’t read. In her latest novel Vice, Rosanna explores the world of gambling, and the effects that obsessive addictive gambling has on families.

Kate is a Vegas singer who moonlights as a volunteer helping families of people who are addicted to gambling. After hearing more and more about Liam Doyle, an upcoming owner/operator from her clients, Kate decides to take matters in her own hands. Determined to make sure Liam knows his new casinos are ruining families and lives she protests at Liam’s new casino. Little does she know that he actions will change not only her life, but the lives of others in a way she would never imagine.

One of the things I love most about Rosanna’s heroines is that they are rarely perfect. In this case Kate suffers from a disease that can be crippling at times. In a world where romance authors paint unattainable pictures of their characters Rosanna breaks the mould and adds realism. This makes it easier for the reader to relate to the heroines in the novel, to feel as though one day we too could be wrapped in the arms of a billionaire that also happens to own several casino’s and has the stamina of a bull 🙂

Vice is a perfect read for the beach or during your evening bubble bath with a tall glass of wine. I was lucky enough to get an ARC copy of Vice, click on the links below for your pre-order.

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Summer Reads

Part of my much-loved summer schedule is the beach. In Ontario we are very fortunate to have many wonderful (and cold) lakes.

There is nothing I find more relaxing that a long swim, followed by being warmed by the sun as I read. This summer I was lucky enough to read a host of great books while on vacation in Northern Ontario, Nova Scotia and Calgary, Alberta (it’s been a busy summer).

Leaving Time‘Leaving time’ by Jodi Picoult has become one of my top three Picoult novels of all time. Interspersed with scientific observations of the magnanimous African Elephant and the life of a researcher, we follow the story of thirteen year old Jenna Metcalf who is searching for her missing Mom.

Our heart-strings are pulled as Jenna enlists the help of Serenity Jones, a fallen from grace medium and a drunken private investigator ex-cop, Virgil Stanhope. Jenna’s voice is authentic. She is a witty and intelligent teen who is sometimes far too honest and trusting for her own good. A character we can truly get behind and route for.

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Liane Moriarty is an author out of Sydney, Australia with six internationally best-selling novels.81+ICMn8DkL._SL1500_

‘the Husbands Secret’ – “Imagine your husband wrote you a letter, to be opened after his death. Imagine, too, that the letter contains his deepest, darkest secret-something with the potential to destroy not only the life you have built together, but the lives of others as well. And then imagine that you stumble across that letter while your husband is still very much alive…”(Taken from the back of the novel)

This novel had me hooked from the start. A quintessential summer read that keeps you guessing with serious plot twists and turns. The characters and realistic and quirky, something I appreciate, and Liane Moriarty has mastered the quippy internal dialogue of her characters.To say I LOVED IT would be a gross understatement. Pick one up today!

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‘The Naturals’ by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, falls under the YA category, but like other popular YA novels it could easily hold any adults attention.

Seventeen-year-old Cassie is a natural at reading people. Piecing together the tiniest details, she 13597723-2can tell you who you are and what you want. But it’s not a skill that she’s ever taken seriously. That is, until the FBI come knocking: they’ve begun a classified program that uses exceptional teenagers to crack infamous cold cases, and they need Cassie.

What Cassie doesn’t realize is that there’s more at risk than a few unsolved homicides—especially when she’s sent to live with a group of teens whose gifts are as unusual as her own. Sarcastic, privileged Michael has a knack for reading emotions, which he uses to get inside Cassie’s head—and under her skin. Brooding Dean shares Cassie’s gift for profiling, but keeps her at arm’s length.

Soon, it becomes clear that no one in the Naturals program is what they seem. And when a new killer strikes, danger looms closer than Cassie could ever have imagined. Caught in a lethal game of cat and mouse with a killer, the Naturals are going to have to use all of their gifts just to survive.-Blurb taken from GoodReads.

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The Follow up to ‘The Naturals’ was ‘Killer Instinct’     20409231

Seventeen-year-old Cassie Hobbes has a gift for profiling people. Her talent has landed her a spot in an elite FBI program for teens with innate crime-solving abilities, and into some harrowing situations. After barely escaping a confrontation with an unbalanced killer obsessed with her mother’s murder, Cassie hopes she and the rest of the team can stick to solving cold cases from a distance.

But when victims of a brutal new serial killer start turning up, the Naturals are pulled into an active case that strikes too close to home: the killer is a perfect copycat of Dean’s incarcerated father-a man he’d do anything to forget. Forced deeper into a murderer’s psyche than ever before, will the Naturals be able to outsmart the enigmatic killer’s brutal mind games before this copycat twists them into his web for good?

There is never a guarantee that the second novel in a series will be as good as the first, but in this case I felt that ‘Killer Instinct’ surpassed ‘The Naturals’ and kept me on my toes for much of the novel.

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On my list to read for the remainder of the summer are the following;

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Houston Havens- Exposed Ecstasy

One of the things I love the most about what I do is bringing attention to the writers I have met along the way that are truly amazing at what they do. Today I am pleased to recommend the lovely and very talented author, Houston Havens. After reading the first novel in her series Sinful Surrender, I have waited on bated breath for each of the follow-up books to be released. What I love about Houston is that she exceeds my expectation book after book. If you are looking for a great novel with sci-fi action in a post-apocalyptic dystopian society submerging with sexy erotica and romance this is the author for you.

Check out the blurb below to see what I mean.

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Exposed Ecstasy Blurb:

Daughter of the Dirt Dweller’s ruler; Tessla Reto attempts to escape the Underworld after the mysterious disappearance of her best friend. She knows her untimely death is also near if her father, Landen Reto discovers her part in forming the rebels to fight against him. The two men sent to help her get away are killed and she’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?

Faerydae returns to Earth in search of an inner peace his soul can’t find after the death of his friend Chandra Lamar. Instead, he finds himself in an unplanned rescue of a woman that stirs everything he’s fought a lifetime to deny. Can Faerydae stay focused on his goal to expose his past and true Fae bloodline, or will destiny play her hand?

Shomar’s uncomplicated world is tossed asunder when his best friend, Faerydae, shows up with a stray puppy and a woman who steals the heart of his soul the moment he looks at her. Only to discover Faerydae and the woman claim they can’t stand each other, yet his intuition tells him otherwise. Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will Faerydae always have her heart?

Will Tessla find her freedom? Will Faerydae keep his, or will Shomar succeed in his plan to expose them to their hidden ecstasy?

About Houston Havens

Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.

Stop by for a visit and leave a comment at http://houstonhavens.wordpress.com

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Interview with Author Matt Holgate

 

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A little known fact is that I am a huge fan of fantasy and horror novels. When all of my school mates were reading light fluffy romance novels I was reading Anne Rice, Stephen King and Dean Koontz. Later my taste in novels changed. I fell in love with the magic and fantasy worlds of Narnia, Middle Earth and Hogwarts.

This is why I have enjoyed Matt’s series so much. Rich language and descriptive imagery, characters you will connect with and a story line that will keep you intrigued. I highly recommend you take some time to check out this series. So pick up a copy of Matt Holgate’s novels and find out what happens in this epic series!  http://amzn.to/WtmKud

A conversation with Matt is always fun, he likes to bring out my naughty side (Check out the old Sex Scene Sunday twitter feed if you don’t believe me). But I did try to be a good girl on this one, I did.  A huge thank you to Matt for agreeing to the interview, I’m not going to divulge my sources on question 4, but it goes without saying it would be a great party!

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1) Which character in the Resurrection Tower series do you identify most with?

Probably Rinn, the orc. (I’m not sure what that says about me…)

2) The Resurrection Tower series is dark and terrifying, written with such care and detail. What was your inspiration for these novels?

I think of it as the bastard love child between Stephen King, J.R.R. Tolkein and Neil Gaiman. (I wouldn’t picture that literally if I were you. Especially the conception.) My books are fantasy, mostly, but I have a terrible time sticking to one genre. Fantasy, horror, mystery, thriller … it’s all in there. All three of those writers have a voice that you can tell is theirs when you read their work, and I’m hoping for the same when you read my work.

3) What should readers and fan expect from your new novel in 2015?

Oh, not much. Except for the home of the elves. And nightmares come to life. And then monsters worse than those nightmares. Oh, and dreamwalking, with prophecies spoken by the dead. And sex and dragons, albeit not at once, although the sex sometimes might feature more than two people at once. Just not the dragon. Uh, sort of. Oh, and there’s a wizard, too (but don’t make fun of his hat). Maybe even some royal family intrigue. But I’m sure no one’s interested in any of that. (Mock sigh. But seriously, don’t make fun of the wizard’s hat.)

4) I read somewhere that you like threesomes, beer and amateur porn. I am assuming it would be a little slice of heaven to have all of those at once. Have you any other deep dark secrets or fantasies you’d like to share with the readers?

As opposed to all those guys who don’t like threesomes, beer and amateur porn? Anyway, please let me know who is spreading all this filth about me. (I want to party with them.) 

5) Since you do write steamy sex scenes in your novels, can you give the readers a little steamy excerpt from one of your scenes?

Excerpt from Unforgotten, Volume I, which is Book 3 of The Resurrection Tower:

There was no more time to think. The dark presence looming over the world was in some way closer now.

Kara held the sunstone in one hand and the Elder Blade in the other. Both were glowing in their fashion, along with the coldfire. While Kara did not trust the rune at all, and did not know about the dagger—a former deathlord’s weapon—for sure, she sensed that the sunstone was the same everywhere. Every plane, every dimension. Even in dreams. It was its own nexus point. But how could that help? The elf crystal was hardly a weapon!

Came the horrendous voice once more:

I AM THE EATER OF DREAMS.

I WILL MAKE YOU LONG FOR ME. I WILL MAKE YOU CALL FOR ME.

Steen and Vesta, still clutching one another, gestured for Kara to return to them. The young woman had not realized how far she had wandered away! She had stepped almost to the base of the monolith!

It felt good to be in their arms. Maybe a little too good, for Kara realized she had sheathed the Elder Blade! When had she done that? Why was it so difficult to think?

…I WILL MAKE YOU LONG FOR ME…

The trio braced themselves, huddled close under the enormity of the darkness, expecting an attack. Yet no attack came. At least, not of the physical variety. Kara slowly realized from the way Steen and Vesta were holding her that the other two were acting weird, especially given the situation. But so, she realized, was she.

The voice, softer now:

…call for me…

Vesta slowly but without pause put her lips to Kara’s, and Kara was not sure what to do at first. Well, okay, she knew what to do, but had not thought of something like this ever happening. Not beyond idle fantasy. She had heard the rumours about some people in Arrow’s Flight, who having once lived in Waterguard where the phrase ‘love is rampant’ had been coined, had invited friends over for more than drinks. Kara realized abstractedly that she would have to ask Tal about Waterguard. That was where he was from. Now that was interesting …

I want him, Kara thought, blurrily yet passionately. Yes, I want Tal. Would I do this if he asked me? What would I do if he and Shay asked me?

A pause. In mind, if not in body.

I think I would, she admitted, while another voice whispered soothingly, confidently, I will make you long for me… I will make you call for me…

The other woman’s lips were moving upon Kara’s, and Kara let hers join in, parting. Vesta sighed—Kara could feel her smile—and then the priestess kissed harder. More passionately. Kara let her tongue reach out and the other woman obliged. If Kara was going to do this, she was damned well going to do this, not simply be along for the ride! Even if it made no sense!

Raged one side of Kara’s fleeting lucidity: We don’t have time for this! You idiot! The tangent is breaking apart!

Raged the other: No! This is exactly what to do when the world ends!

Another set of hands

(that fickle prickling)

held Kara Kinfolk’s shoulders from behind. She had almost forgotten where she was! Another mouth was upon her, kissing the back of her neck, hands sweeping

(the spiders have come)

her blonde hair away. It had long since fallen out of its ponytail. But long since when?

“Listen, can you hear it?” Kara whispered, no longer at all sure what she was listening, looking, or even searching for.

The man and woman—Kara struggled to remember their names—took their own moment to kiss each other. Kara was pressed between them, enjoying the close proximity yet having to lift her head to breathe, as if trying to stay afloat above water. She was not afraid to watch, to savour the longing between them, taking those few deep breaths of air. She thought she heard something

(call for me)

(I am eating what makes you)

(devouring you whole)

but it was gone as soon as she tried to listen. Had it been important? What was it? And had there been a flash of light? Something that was now forgotten? A message

(you are a beacon to us)

of some kind?

The threesome pressed against the monolith, having staggered to it in their passion. Steen—yes, that’s his name, so he says—lifted Kara up, turned her, pressed her back lightly against the Standing Stone, and she straddled him with her legs around his hips. She felt him harden, pressing into her rhythmically. He would be perfect inside her. If only he was free!

Steen leaned in. Kissed her. Hard. Then he moved his face down to Kara’s breasts, as if trying to nuzzle his way through her top. She also felt delicate fingers upon her cheek, turning her face, and the mysterious woman was kissing her again, their mouths open, her fingers brushing Kara’s hair. The woman had already opened the top of her own robes, her dark skin luxuriant, her breasts so ridiculously full that Kara would have thought fakery involved if not for seeing them now. She made Kara … hungry …

(my many, many mouths)

hungry …

(…long for me…)

Kara got her feet back on the ground and helped the man (Steen?) push the darkly voluptuous woman (Vesta?) to the monolith. They were breathing so hard that they were almost panting. Kara found herself caressing one of the other woman’s breasts, alternating lightly and firmly. Steen had already taken the nipple of the other into his mouth.

Am I really going to do this?

Kara looked down to see that her own top was open. Her breasts were bare, the rune above her left breast barely noticeable in the gloom. The world was silent around them. Dormant. Yet the elf crystal was flaring brilliantly. Was that what had gotten her attention?

Steen, still touching one of Vesta’s breasts, reached out with his other hand and cupped one of Kara’s. The one beneath the Daermornian rune as if he could no more see it than he had seen the funnel cloud that had marked Kara’s passage into the Dim Realm. He had a look on his face that said he could not believe he was here … but also that he was not sure where here was. The nipple of her breast was hard as he ran his thumb along it, and she did not want the sensation—the thrill—to end. There were already so few moments in her life where everything happened just right.

Kara held Steen’s face in one of her hands. “You’re not the one I want,” she whispered. In a sense, it was a plea, but neither did she want to stop.

He paused. For just a moment, he paused. “Can you have him?” he asked.

“Something tells me no,” Kara admitted, and the hurt was worse than she had expected. It was an ache that would not die.

“Then have me while you’re waiting,” he replied, quiet yet earnest, and in that moment it made all the sense in the world.

And so Kara grabbed him, and kissed him as hard as he had kissed her. She was going to do this. She was going to do this and damn the repercussions!

“Friends help friends,” sighed Vesta in her ear, although some last fleeting instinct of Kara’s told her that those words did not belong to the priestess. They had come from the waking world. Flown on wings.

Vesta slid her fingers into Kara’s pants, between her legs, first exploring and then feeling her, sliding inside her. It was the first time since the hated Dallo Fell that Kara had been touched this way, even by herself, but it looked like that was all water under the bridge, so to speak. She was already wet. It felt wonderful—maybe even practiced on Vesta’s part—but that was not what Kara wanted.

Kara pulled herself closer to the both of them and continued the grind. Yet she managed to warn Vesta between kisses, although it was playful and teasing now, “This is what it

(…call for me…)

wants. It is empty and it doesn’t want to be.” The compulsion was so much stronger now!

Vesta smiled, as if it was pure delight. “I don’t care anymore. Our story is already written. And I like it.”

It was Steen’s turn to be pressed up against the monolith. Both women took one of his arms and held him there, and then they began kissing their way down him. As Vesta took off his shirt, Kara reached lower and began slowly stroking him atop his pants. He was already hard. Kara kept looking him in the eye, smiling mischievously, and proceeded to take a firmer grip. Steen was trying not to make a sound, like it would break some sort of code, but he was the only man here, and she wanted to get one out of him.

If only that stupid light on my chest wouldn’t keep flashing, Kara thought, irked by it, quickly ripping whatever it was off and throwing it away.

With that out of the way, Kara pressed herself against Steen. She could feel the tips of her nipples touching his chest. She gave him a quick kiss, but never took her eyes off his, never closed them, and kept one hand stroking him down below. Vesta pressed in with them, kissing his neck and his chest, alternating to help Kara make him as hard as could be. He did not seem to need much help in that respect, but they were not going to leave that to chance.

“Do you like that?” Kara asked him softly between kisses, as if she did not already know the answer.

“I do,” Steen whispered back, barely a sound escaping, as if he were afraid of what other sound he might make.

Kara smiled. She was going to make him talk, even if they all knew where this was going. That was part of the fun.

“What do you want next?” she asked playfully, giving an extra tug and squeeze.

Steen tried to laugh, almost self-deprecatingly, but another tug by both Kara and Vesta brought him along.

“I want you to use your mouths.” He had almost said, ‘Your many, many mouths.’

Kara and Vesta smiled at one another. “I think that can be arranged,” Vesta replied.

The two women knelt down together in the sand. They tried to make a game of it, but there was haste now, something close to true abandon at the end of the world. They were undoing Steen’s pants, their mouths kissing each other until they could work on him, taste him. Steen leaned back, not trying to speak anymore, only enjoy.

His pants were difficult to undo. It never ceased to amaze Kara how difficult a simple task could be when you could not stop yourself from rushing!

You’re next, Tal. I promise—I swear!—that you’re next!

In the Saint’s Hall as a child, Kara had worried profusely about sin. The Builder had a unique prison of fire for those who sinned too much, and young Kara Kinfolk had always worried about how evil or impure her thoughts were, whether in moments of weakness or long thought-out fantasies. But Father Devlin had always said no god would ever damn you for your thoughts or dreams.

‘In fact,’ Father Devlin had once told her with a smile and a grandfatherly wink, ‘not only do your actions count for more, but acting morally in spite of bad thoughts is a very respectable thing. You cannot be damned for your thoughts any more than you can be damned for your dreams.’

“Oh Father,” whispered Kara, “would you say the same thing about my dreams now?”

She had escaped Arrow’s Flight, but misrule had finally caught up with her. Everyone’s misrule is just a little bit different, those little things we think of that are wrong but cannot convince ourselves of it. We all have them. We are all the same in our individuality, and therein lays the biggest joke or redeeming quality of life, take your pick. That possession of individuality makes us just like everyone else.

Well, I’ve always thought it was easier to avoid temptation than resist it…

They worked Steen free. Vesta moved in immediately. But Kara, at the last moment, leaned her head against his thigh but away from the action. Yet the impulse to give in was strong! She felt her hand running up along Vesta’s naked back, into her hair, as if soothing her, relaxing her. Loving her. Kara felt the priestess’s head running along the shaft of Steen’s manhood, and then slowly begin to take it in, deeper and deeper, her head

(devouring you whole… sucking you down like a too ripe oyster… succulent and sweet…)

moving rhythmically as she did, with little twists and sighs.

What is wrong with me? Kara wondered. Even the sound of Vesta’s lips working on Steen was driving her wild! Why do I want

(letting your juices roll over my lips… out from my mouth…)

it so badly to be me?

Kara’s hand pleasured Steen firmly while Vesta worked, and she began stroking him to the other woman’s rhythm. Yet, deep down, it was not all play. A part of Kara hoped for method to intrude rudely on madness. She was trying to make Steen empty into Vesta’s mouth before she felt herself overcome with the heightened need this tangent was producing, knowing she was unlikely to last that long.

I’m not used to worrying about a man lasting longer than me, Kara laughed in her mind, but it was an unfortunate laugh. A sad clown kept to the outskirts of the carnival. In fact, she–

Another flash! This time, when it appeared in the corner of Kara’s eye, she did not let it go. For all their sake, she did not let it go!

The sunstone lay in the sand. She only vaguely remembered snapping its cord from around her neck and casting it away. It sat in the middle of two dots and a long curved line that had been traced by an unknown hand in the sand. It was the crude image of a smiley face, and it was one Kara had seen before. Written beneath it in the sand was the word

EATER

and it was a word Kara Kinfolk had also seen writ before. One that she was learning to dread. Someone had indeed put a monster on her trail.

“Mister Smiley,” Kara whispered, unsure of why. “Eater of dreams…”

I’ve been in a tangent before. When I spied on Roth and Laurelin. The Dream Eater was there, but I had hidden myself so much better then, even if I didn’t understood why!

I also promised never to say his name…

Matt Holgate

Matt Holgate is a Canadian independent author of horror and fantasy, and is best known for the ongoing dark fantasy series, ‘The Resurrection Tower’. He has published three books with a fourth slated for 2015.

www.mattholgatebooks.com (Web)
www.facebook.com/MattHolgateAuthor (Facebook)
@Matt_Holgate (Twitter)

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Blurb about each of Matt Holgate’s Books

The Dim Realm, Volume I: Book One of The Resurrection Tower

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In this fantasy tale, a former blacksmith, a teenager, and a stranger must team together to fight an ancient evil – before it is too late.

“…left me astounded with a sweeping tale so graphic in intensity and prose that I was literally mesmerized.”

“rich…with chilling scenes that really stayed with me after I put the book down.”

The Dim Realm, Volume II: Book Two of The Resurrection Tower

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Kara Kinfolk, Tal Stormgren and their companions find themselves in the midst of murder, disappearances, and an ancient cult bent on destruction as they battle an evil that holds unyielding power over the small town of Arrow’s Flight – a dark house that hungers, a monster that wants as much as any mortal, and it will do anything to prevent anyone from entering or leaving town.

“…a carefully-constructed world, painstakingly detailed, that carries you along in its wake”

“…the main draw for me is the horror element which is something Holgate has a real flair for.”

Unforgotten, Volume I: Book Three of The Resurrection Tower

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The Reaver hunts them while they are awake. The Eater of Dreams stalks them while they sleep. In light of these and other menaces, how can Kara Kinfolk, Tal Stormgren, and companions new and old ever reach the elves? Old magics are awakening, most of them horrific, and none more so than the ancient, haunted city of Jorim-Sa. It lies between them and their salvation.

“Looking forward to the next book!”

“…vividly depicted horrors and action sequences.”

 

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5 Star Review of Huston Havens “Phantom Desire”!

When Houston Havens gave me the opportunity to look at the ARC, of her new novel I could hardly wait! Since I finished reading “Sinful Surrender”, I eagerly awaited the follow up. Being given the opportunity to read “Phantom Desire” before anyone else was like giving a choco-holic a life time supply of fine chocolate. Needless to say I was in heaven and here is why.  

Houston develops rich characters with deep emotional turmoil as they struggle to survive in a post apocalyptic dystopian world.  In this novel, Chandra a Psychic spy who has left her own government after the realization she was working for the wrong side. Now she is mortal danger as her government attempts to assassinate her and her best friend Fay for their betrayal. In addition she struggles with great loss and heart ache, and what she can only assume is blame for her part in the loss of the man she loves. Guided by her inner warrior, and the need for revenge she puts herself in harms way to do what she’s always done, protect the ones she loves. 

To say this novel was riveting would be an understatement. I simply could not put it down! I loved every aspect of the intricate plot lines, strong and relatable characters and above all else Houston’s  sex scenes were on fire! I highly recommend this book to anyone. Go get your copy right away!  http://amzn.to/1qXXOHh Released September 1, 2014!

In the mean time, if you have not read Houston Havens “Sinful Surrender” Pick that one up as well. http://amzn.to/1qXXOHh

 

Happy Reading Everyone!

Brooke

 

Interview with Author Anita Cox

 

In the beginning-Anita Cox

Book Description

Traded in for a younger, newer model by the only man she’s ever made love to, thirty-something Candy Kavana finds herself craving human interaction of the carnal nature. Shy and sexually repressed, Candy turns to her best friend, Stacy, for advice. And what advice it is!

Candy nervously dives into sex therapy and what she discovers is more than mind-blowing sex. She discovers a side of herself she never dreamed existed. Now that she’s whet her whistle, she can’t get enough. Just how far is Candy willing to take her sexual exploration?

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Interview

1) Tell us a little something about yourself as a writer that most people do not know.

Oh man…I’m pretty open. I can’t think of anything people don’t already know. Most people are surprised to find that I used to work for the Department of Defense, rather a division of the DoD.

As a writer, I really get obsessed with my books while I’m writing. I don’t ever get writer’s block and sort of don’t understand what that is. I could write 10 books a year if I didn’t have any distractions. Alas, I am a wife and mother. So yeah…distractions.

 2)  I loved your Dirty White Candy series! Candy’s transformation was extraordinary. Can you tell the readers about how you developed Candy’s character and what inspired you?

The inspiration: I actually met someone in her early 30s who had NO experience. I mean none. Zip. Zero. Zilch. She had a lame ass ex-husband. They only had missionary sex and she gave him blow jobs. When I met her she was lost. She had no idea about anything really. I was astounded. Her husband had been the only man she’d ever been with.

So I wrote about how things could have gone for her. She’s since read the book and, uh, getting her own education.

Developing Candy: This was a challenge and took several rounds of edits. It was a challenge to show Candy’s nervousness while putting her curious foot forward. She really had to grab life by the balls and that takes courage. Her transformation from Book 1 to Book 3 is huge. Getting her from Point A to Point B was fun. The most common comment I get is that people love her inner monologue.

3) Inquiring minds want to know. Will Dirty White Candy return or do you have something else planned for release that your fans will be able to sink their teeth into?

This is a tough one. Right now I have a few projects going. I haven’t touched it (DWC) really. But I do have ideas about taking on her best friend Stacy and seeing if I could run with it while keeping the fan base informed how Candy is doing.

Also – people want to know what happens between John and Candy. Obviously, they are pretty serious by the end of Book 3.

As far as other projects go, I just published Thicker Than Water as Kim Mullican and I’m wrapping up a Dystopian novel Running out of Time. I never imagined writing under two names was going to be such a challenge!

Thank you for having me today!

About the Author

Anita Cox

About the Author:

Anita Cox has an affinity with leather and high-heeled boots. The same vivacious attitude can be found in her erotic adventure and erotic romance. With her rock star husband, she plays in the lifestyle in which she writes, adding authenticity to her voice.

Anita likes to add strong female characters, even if they are a bit quirky. Her men are hot with just enough flaws to make them loveable.

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