Top Ten List of Movies by Andrew Grey featuring Can’t Live Without You w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @andrewgreybooks

 

Title: Can’t Live Without You
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Standalone
Genre:  M/M
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: Sept 12 2016
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
Justin Hawthorne worked hard to realize his silver-screen
dreams, making his way from small-town Pennsylvania to Hollywood and success.
But it hasn’t come without sacrifice. When Justin’s father kicked him out for being gay, George Miller’s family offered to take him in, but circumstances prevented it. Now Justin is back in town and has come face to face with George, the man he left without so much as a good-bye… and the man he’s never stopped loving.

Justin’s disappearance hit George hard, but he’s made a life for himself as a home nurse and finds fulfillment in helping others. When he sees Justin again, George realizes the hole in his heart never mended, and he isn’t the only one in need of healing. Justin needs time out of the public eye to find himself again, and George and his mother cannot turn him away. As they stay together in George’s home, old feelings are rekindled. Is a second chance possible when everything George cares about is in Pennsylvania and Justin must return to his career in California? First they’ll have to deal with the reason
for Justin’s abrupt departure all those years ago.

Top Ten Movies and Why – In no Particular Order

 

  • Star Wars – It was one of those defining movies of my childhood (Harlie – I know, right?  I was 10 years old in 1977 and saw it in the theater with my dad and little brother.  You knew that I fall in love with Harrison Ford and forever love Star Wars.  It’s my #1 movie of all time.)
  • Moonstruck – Because its Cher  (That and its just a fun movie to watch. )
  • Evita – The only decent movie Madonna ever made (Preach!  She was fab in it and her voice.  My dad can listen to the soundtrack all day long. )
  • The Wedding Date – Because I love sappy romantic comedies
  • Kinky Boots – Two and a half feet of hot tubular sex
  • Billy Elliott – It always makes me cry buckets (OMG!!!!  One of the best movies EVER!  Plus, the grown up Billy is HOT!)
  • Singing In the Rain – Always worth a romp and songs you sing when the movie’s over
  • The Wizard of Oz – I always root for the witch because Dorothy is a shoe stealing bitch.
  • Live and Let Die – Almost all the Bond movies are awesome
  • Blazing Saddles – Its Mel Brooks!!!!! (You and my husband would get along.  He worships this movie.  Me, its fine but my favorite Mel Brooks movie is The History of the World, Part 1.  I’m still waiting for Hilter on Ice.)

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Review of Domestic Discipline by Cara Bristol w/a rafflecopter giveaway!

 

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Young beautiful loving couple is embracing on a black background

Domestic Discipline

by Cara Bristol

 

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GENRE: Erotic Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.

Wife on the Lam

Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.

Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Excerpt One:

 

Could she call the States from Isla Island? Because Brent traveled so much they had a comprehensive cell plan. She powered up her phone. Seconds later a text message beeped through. Her hand shook as she recognized Brent’s number.

 

Can’t believe U did this. Where R U?

 

She texted him back. Cabana Resort, Isla Island. I’m sorry.

 

She widened her eyes when seconds later a response popped up. He must have been waiting for her message. She could imagine his fury. Fortunately she was hundreds of miles away. Of course, if she hadn’t been hundreds of miles away, he wouldn’t be mad. With any hope, he’d cool off some by the end of the week. Or would he be angrier by then?

 

U R in so much trouble. B there Thurs.

 

Did that mean what it sounded like? She gulped. U R coming here? Yes. We’ll talk.

 

Talk was often a euphemism, but of course she wanted him to join her. Her heartfelt wish had been for her and Brent to take the trip together. And she was ninety-nine percent sure he wouldn’t spank her at a resort.

 

A young couple bounded onto the van. They greeted her with a hello and settled into a seat near the front on her side. Two women, arm-in-arm, wheeled their suitcases to the curb and boarded. More hellos. Of course everyone would be paired up. Cabana Resort promoted itself as a couples’ getaway.

 

Can’t U come sooner? She texted Brent.

 

Got the mtg.

 

Oh, right. His meeting. This wasn’t all her fault. He’d provoked her by his cluelessness.

 

Fine! She punched in her response.

 

This was Saturday. She’d make the most of the next five days before Brent arrived and she gave him a piece of her mind.

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Okay, the reviews will be shorten a bit since I’m reviewing two stories.  :)

Wife on the Lam is my favorite story in the book.  There is plenty of humor and Ty just cracked me up at times.  You just have to read it just for Ty alone.  I need to preface that spanking is a trigger for me.  Childhood issues and why I have never spanked my son.  Anyway…

What I truly liked about this one is that even though Janelle knew what she did was wrong, I agreed with her reasons.  This is about a seasoned couple and how domestic discipline works.  I didn’t feel like their relationship was solely based on spankings.  They each had their role in the marriage and it worked.  Sure there were spankings but compared to the next story, this relationship was based on mutual respect and love for each other.  Brent wasn’t mean to Janelle but I could see the mutual desire for the spankings.  I also loved that even though Janelle knew what she did was wrong and would be punished for it, Brent didn’t take it too far.  You really need to read the book because Ms. Bristol could have taken their story a couple of steps further but based on the situations that Janelle got herself into with Ty, Brent’s punishment wasn’t sadistic or mean.

Overall, I would recommend Wife on the Lam to everyone.  Sure there is sex and spankings but the underlying story is about love, communication and mutual respect for your partner.

Totally stole them!

That said, Rahm’s Way is a completely different take on the discipline aspect.  There is BDSM involved and a bit of “did Ms. Bristol really put that scene in”.  Unfortunately, I didn’t connect with Rahm in any way.  I felt like he was too heavy handed and didn’t respect Cadence at all.  I understood that they had the D/s aspect also in the relationship but I didn’t feel the love connection with them.  After two years being apart, I would have liked them to maybe build up to the domestic discipline aspect of their relationship.

Cadence really grew into her own while Rahm was away.  In fact, his own brother, Aaron, helped her.  Which I thought was interesting because Aaron knew about their dynamic.  It seemed that Aaron liked the more confident Cadence and Rahm didn’t.  It seemed that Rahm was threatened by Cadence and instead of communication, he was just into the punishment phase.

Overall, I did like the story, just not as much as  Wife on the Lam.  It was very well written and I still can.not.believe the scene at the end.  *fans self*  I’ve heard about it but this is my first time ever reading it.  ;)  I bow down to Ms. Bristol for that.  I’m no prude but still.

4harlies

 

 

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Rahm’s Way

Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?

 

 

Excerpt Two:

 

“I want to work in the field. Simmons isn’t the only private detective agency. Maybe I’ll go work for somebody else.”

 

The air sizzled. “Is that so?” he asked quietly.

 

She didn’t mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasn’t a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why don’t you?

 

He unfolded his crossed arms. “Instead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.”

 

“What good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.”

 

“Yes, but we would have talked this out. You agreed that when you and I differed, I would have the final say. Do you think you should be able to pick and choose which rules you should follow?”

 

Sometimes, yeah, she did. “No,” she replied.

 

“Don’t you think there should be consequences for disobedience?”

 

In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! “I guess,” she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Don’t make it worse for yourself. “I mean, yes, Rahm,” she amended in a more respectful tone.

 

He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. “Here?” Cadence squeaked.

 

He pulled an armless wooden chair away from the small round meeting table adjacent to his desk and sat. “Lower your pants.”

 

“Rahm, please. Couldn’t we at least wait until tonight? At home?”

 

“I didn’t choose the time or venue, Cadence, you did.”

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

 

Cara Bristol web site/blog : http://carabristol.com/

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Excerpt from Not a Game by Cardeno C. w/a rafflecopter giveaway! @CardenoC

Not a Game

An accidental meeting and a misunderstanding lead to a life-altering connection.

An accidental meeting and a misunderstanding lead to a life-altering connection.

A new job, a new city, and hopefully a new life. When chubby gamer Oliver Barnaby receives a job offer from the best boutique game developer in the country, he leaves his family and his less than spectacular existence in Oklahoma without a second’s hesitation. Determined to change more than his career and his geography, Oliver implements a plan to finally land a boyfriend. Step one is improving his skills in the bedroom.

A life that looks perfect on paper, but feels empty in reality. Attractive, successful, charismatic Jaime Snow has a life other people envy. His already booming business is growing. He isn’t lacking in friends. And he has no trouble finding a date. But there’s an emptiness in Jaime’s heart and a hole in his life that only the right man can fill.

An accidental meeting, a misunderstanding, and falling in love. When Oliver and Jaime end up at the same bar at the same time, they each see something they want in the other. Going to bed together that first night is easy. Building the lifetime relationship they both desperately crave will require trust, time, and a little misunderstanding.

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EXCERPT

Not a Game Print

Chapter 1:

He had chosen the bar because of its name: The Bookstore. It was clever and unusual and he had laughed internally at how happy his mother would be if he told her he was spending time at the Bookstore instead of in front of his computer. Oliver’s entire life, she had mourned the fact he wasn’t a reader, and even though he had now moved two thousand miles away from their home in Oklahoma City, she still sent him books she was sure he’d love. Maybe someday he’d open one of them.

For now, he glanced down at the only book he had read countless times and adjusted it at the edge of his table to make the spine as visible as possible. The title—Coding—wasn’t as clever as the bar name, but the information and the way it was phrased had clicked perfectly in Oliver’s brain when he was a college freshman. He had long since moved past the information inside, but the textbook was the closest thing he had to a security blanket, so he had held onto it through four years of progressively more complicated computer science classes, three dead-end computer repair and technical support jobs, and a move to Seattle to finally, finally, live his dream developing video games. When he had to pick a way to identify himself to the stranger who would guide him on the last phase of his journey toward living the life he had always wanted, the first thing that came to Oliver’s mind was the book that had started it all.

With the spine facing the bar and walkway and his glass empty, Oliver had nothing left to do but wait or get his phone out to play a quick turn on Clash of Clans. He reached into his pocket almost before his brain had formulated the thought. A quick glance at his screen confirmed it was still twenty minutes shy of eight o’clock. Oliver prided himself on timeliness, something his father had drummed into him since he was a boy, and after two months in Seattle, he hadn’t yet gotten a handle on how long it took to get anywhere, so he had erred on the side of caution and ended up arriving half an hour early.

In his head, his mother lectured him about playing on his phone when he should be paying attention to people, but he was twenty-eight years old, and she was too far away to see him, so he ignored her and tried to lose himself in a game. Besides, taking his mind off why he was in that bar would stop him from falling headfirst into an anxiety attack, and even his mother would agree that was a good thing in a social setting. Not that she would ever have the chance to know about his plans that evening, because, despite how close they were, this was one activity Oliver absolutely would not share with his family. Or anyone else for that matter.

Nerves rising, he scratched his upper back through his shirt with one hand and his thigh with the other. Recognizing what he was doing, he forced his hands away before he broke the skin. Hoping for a distraction, he jerked his gaze toward his pop when, suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed someone moving in his direction. Instinctively, Oliver grabbed the glass and scrunched over it, using the act of sipping from a straw as a shield to keep himself from staring at people who inevitably didn’t notice him. But when the man didn’t veer away and instead came closer, Oliver glanced up and realized the stranger was looking right at his book. Which meant he was either coming to tease the chubby nerd for having a textbook at a bar on a Friday night or…

Oh my God. This is him. Oliver kept his head down but couldn’t stop himself from flicking his gaze back and forth between his still empty glass and the approaching man.

Older than Oliver, but not too old, broad shoulders, light eyes, short dark hair, and a sculpted face. The man stopped right next to the table, waited for Oliver to look up, and then said, “Interesting reading choice.” He tapped the top of the cover and tried to meet Oliver’s gaze.

Even though this was one situation where Oliver couldn’t be rejected or laughed at, he still struggled to speak to such a handsome man, and he definitely couldn’t make eye contact with him. And now that he was close enough for Oliver to see him clearly, he definitely knew that was true. He set his gaze on the man’s chin and took in his features.

The dark hair was brown but it had strands of chestnut at the top and flecks of silver in the sideburns, which extended to the bottom of his earlobe. The light eyes were green, a pale shade that still managed to look warm. And the broad shoulders topped a chest so muscular that it stretched the black T-shirt he wore underneath a well-fitted jacket. This guy was fantasy material, and Oliver couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky.

“Is this book yours?”

“Yes,” Oliver said hoarsely and then cleared his throat. “It’s mine.”

The man’s forehead crinkled. He tilted his head to the side and stared at Oliver.

At first, the odd look discomforted him, but then Oliver remembered the social etiquette classes he had been forced to attend in middle school, and he realized where he had gone wrong.

“Please have a seat,” he said, raising his hand toward the empty chair across from him. Though his voice still shook more than he would have liked, it was a bolder invitation than he usually gave. Of course, usually men didn’t approach him, especially incredibly handsome men, and usually people didn’t want to hang out with him, and usually he didn’t look up escort services and set up a meeting. So today was anything but Oliver’s usual.

“Thanks.” The man pulled back the empty chair, sat, and then scooted it forward. “I’m Jaime.” He reached his hand out.

Oliver glanced down at the hand, blinked, and then remembered his manners. “I’m Oliver.” He wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans, took Jaime’s hand, and shook it. “Oliver Barnaby.”

Oh crap. Was giving his last name in this situation a bad idea? Oh well. If everything went as expected, Oliver would be spending time alone with this man, which would put him at more risk than sharing his name. He had made reservations at the hotel upstairs, which was expensive and not completely secure, but it had to be safer than bringing a stranger to his apartment.

“So, Oliver Barnaby.” Grinning, Jaime glanced at the book and arched his eyebrows. “What are you doing here with this?”

Straight to the point. In Jaime’s line of work, being direct made sense, but Oliver wasn’t skilled at holding an articulate conversation with a live human so he fidgeted in his seat. “Well, uh…” He gulped.

“Late night study session?” The comment was teasing, but the tone held no malice and Jaime’s expression, while most definitely amused, wasn’t cruel.

“Sorry. I’m being silly.” Oliver shook his head. “We both know why we’re here so—” He drew in a deep breath. “I’m not sure how much he told you.” He frowned and thought back to the brief phone call he’d had with the man from the ad. “Actually, I don’t remember how much detail I gave him other than saying I needed someone experienced.”

“Experienced?”

“Uh-huh. Because, uh.” He looked at Jaime’s handsome face and once again lost the power of speech.

He hadn’t thought through how the escort agency would interpret his request but now he realized they had taken it to mean Oliver wanted someone a bit older. As luck would have it, older men were very much Oliver’s type. Or they would be if he had a type. Someone probably needed to go on actual dates rather than just fantasize about them before he could say he had a type.

“Oliver?”

Oliver blinked.

“You were saying you needed someone experienced?”

“Right.” He bobbed his head. “See the thing is, I didn’t hire you for sex.”

There was no missing the shock that crossed Jaime’s face.

“That didn’t come out right.” Oliver quickly backtracked. The last thing he wanted was for Jaime to think he was being stiffed because then he’d get up and walk out and Oliver would have to start his search all over again. The odds of finding someone as attractive and nice as Jaime to teach him were so low they rounded to zero. “I know what escort means and I’m all set to pay you. I have the money.” He patted his pocket and said an internal thank-you for his new company’s generosity. “What I meant was that I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Jaime chuckled and arched his eyebrows, but he didn’t say anything.

“Ugh.” Oliver shook his head. “I didn’t mean that either.” He raised his hand and moved it up and down in Jaime’s direction. “Look at you. Obviously, I want to have sex with you. But it’s not about eating the meal, it’s about learning to fish, you know?”

“I think I’m getting the picture, but why don’t you fill in the details?” Jaime lowered his voice. “And try to keep the whole paying for sex thing out of it.” One side of his lips rose in a crooked smile. “We are in public after all and not everything is legal in Washington.”

Oh God. Oliver jerked his head from side to side, checking to see if anyone was close enough to hear him. The bar wasn’t big and there were a decent number of customers, so someone probably had. He leaned forward, his belly squishing against the table. “Do you think people will call the police? Should we leave?”

“No and”—Jaime’s smile shifted from amused to wicked—“eventually. But first, tell me about learning to fish.” Jaime settled into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps giving the gray suede jacket a workout. “I assume we aren’t talking about the great outdoors, so what exactly are you hiring me to teach you?”

When he had come up with the idea to hire an escort, Oliver had focused on how much it would cost, where to do it, and what he’d be able to squeeze into one night. He had also spent a decent amount of time second-guessing his plan. But he had never considered how he would explain what he wanted to the man he paid to help him.

“Do you guys have like, uh, confidentiality requirements?” Oliver asked.

Jaime arched his eyebrows. “Confidentiality?”

“Yeah.” Oliver bobbed his head. “What I tell you has to stay between us, right?”

“Well.” Jaime’s mouth turned up at the corners and then he licked his lips, coughed, and said, “I’m not a psychiatrist or an attorney, so there’s not a licensing board out there keeping me honest, but I’ll give you my word to keep this just between us. How’s that?”

After considering the response and his alternatives for a couple of seconds, Oliver said, “That works.”

“Glad we got the preliminaries out of the way.” Jaime smiled. “Tell me what you need, Oliver.”

When he said Oliver’s name, Jaime’s voice dropped, going deeper and raspier. The tone sent a pang through Oliver’s gut and reminded him why this man got paid to do what he did. That made what Oliver had to say even more humiliating, but he didn’t want his life in Seattle to be like his life in Oklahoma, so he pushed through the shame and forced himself to speak.

“I’m pretty sure I’m bad in bed and I want help with that.” He bit his lip. “Real help. Not what people brag about online.” He had read endless blogs and subscribed to chat rooms, but loath as he was to admit it, the internet didn’t have all the answers.

Looking surprised, Jaime blinked a few times, cleared his throat, and then said, “Why do you think you’re bad in bed?”

That question was easy to answer. “My ex told me.”

The good-natured, amused expression disappeared from Jaime’s face. “Your ex sounds like a dick. Find someone else and forget about him.”

“That’s just it. I can’t find someone else.” Realizing he sounded whiney, Oliver took a moment to breathe. He sat up straight, rolled his neck, and then ruined his attempt at looking confident by slumping. “People never like me in real life. I’m twenty-eight and Ted was the only guy who’s ever been willing to sleep with me. That was four years ago.” His voice shook. “I need help.”

“Hey.” Jaime’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward, curling his hand around Oliver’s forearm. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

Jaime’s touch was ten times more potent than his voice, and suddenly, Oliver wanted to follow through on his plans for the night because of something entirely unrelated to learning and improving himself. He stayed perfectly still, letting the pleasurable feelings wash over him until Jaime removed his hand. And then the floodgates opened.

“I just moved to Seattle in August. Did I tell you that already? I want things to be different here. I got this great job making lots of money, and I have my own apartment, but that’s not enough. I’m going to join a gym so I can lose weight, because I know guys aren’t going to be interested in me like this.” He waved his hand up and down beside his too fat, too flabby body. “I’ll never be good-looking like you, but hopefully exercise will help, and I can diet too and then maybe someone will be interested, but then what? At some point we’ll end up in bed and then he’ll never want to see me again.” He took a deep breath, his heart racing. “That’s why I hired you. I need to get better, so if I actually find someone who’s interested, I can hold on to him.” He squeezed and released his hands and stared at Jaime, hoping he’d understand.

“All right,” Jaime said calmly. “I hear you and I’m not turning you down.” He looked at Oliver meaningfully, only continuing after Oliver nodded in understanding. “We can get out of here and do this, but before we do, I want you to know that not every guy is into gym bunnies or twinks. You’re really good-looking, Oliver.”

“You’re getting paid to say that,” Oliver mumbled, dropping his gaze from Jaime’s eyes. Even that part of him was attractive—layers of green far more interesting than Oliver’s own boring brown.

“No, I’m not.” Jaime’s jaw ticced as he spoke, and he sounded so firm that Oliver would have believed him if he hadn’t found the man through an escort ad.

“It’s fine,” Oliver said. “I’m past worrying about being pathetic for paying for sex.” He sighed and dragged his fingers through his hair, hoping he wasn’t making the too long strands stick out in weird directions. “Actually, it helps. I’d never have the nerve to talk to a guy like you in real life, even if it was just to answer a question about directions or something.” He rolled his eyes at his own shortcomings. “Knowing you can’t laugh at me or judge me or turn me down makes this better.” It made it possible. “That’s all I need. Don’t worry about the fake compliments.”

“It wasn’t fake.”

Of course it was. Oliver was good-looking in the same way the bar was a bookstore. But that didn’t matter and Jaime sounded angry, so Oliver stopped arguing and refocused the conversation on the reason they were both in the Bookstore that wasn’t actually a bookstore. “I reserved a room upstairs in the hotel.”

Jaime pulled his eyebrows together and narrowed his eyes and, for a horrible moment, Oliver was sure he had changed his mind and he was about to leave. Oliver was about to plead for another chance, but then Jaime’s face smoothed and he rose from his chair.

“Lead the way, Oliver. I’m looking forward to”—he dragged his gaze over Oliver’s body, his expression unlike any Oliver previously had seen directed at him—“fishing with you.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Cardeno C. – CC to friends – is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few “awwws” into a reader’s day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno’s stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever- after sunset.

Cardeno’s Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/M Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, “You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day.”

What am I doing?

Honestly, I don’t know anymore.  I missed two self-imposed deadlines before I left on vacation and now the writing muse has decided to be on vacation.

I really thought at one point, I had it all figured out when it came to writing.  Unfortunately, I don’t.  Sad thing is, I don’t think I ever will.  People tell me that I’m a good writer and while that is nice to hear, getting the words on the paper are a completely different thing.

I’ve been told that my reviews, blog posts and musings are insightful, informative, sometimes funny but above all, well written.  I used to envy authors that got up before everyone else to write.  Or write after everyone had gone to bed.  That doesn’t work for me or my family.

My husband is the breadwinner in the family and I only work when school is in session.  Most of the year, I work every single day.  I love it but it pushes my writing to the back.  I have a child too that I help with homework, deal with his activities and such; plus, the hubby, too.  My wants and needs are pushed to the side for the most part.

Do I feel slighted?  Not really.  I would do anything for my family but there are times when I just need a break.  That break usually comes in the form of another book to review for the blog.  Sadly, I have to report, that too is coming to a close.

Did I write this post for everyone to fell sorry for me?  Nope, this is my life and to explain to all the good people that actually follow this blog to know what’s going on with me.

Hopefully, the writing muse will come back to me.  It’s not writer’s block.  My head is trying to tell me the story but I lack the motivation to actually type it out.

One of the biggest things for me as a writer is accountability.  I’m not accountable to anyone.  My family doesn’t encourage or discourage my writing life.  It’s an afterthought for them.  I wrote one thing and that’s it.  No one has ever encouraged me to write more.  Fellow authors don’t hold me accountable either.  All I ever hear from them is to WRITE!

As a reviewer, when my story came out in 2012, most blog sites wouldn’t touch it.  Some reviewers flat out refused to even read it.  Some laughed at me.  And some still do.  To be rejected from my own community hurt and still does to this day.  In fact, some bloggers I have NO further contact with because of it.  Some bloggers/reviewers have made successful careers from blogging to published author.  These are the people that I truly envy.  But here’s the thing, they had support from other bloggers, reviewers and yes, even authors.  Hell, even I supported them.  Me…not at all.  In fact, I had some authors read it and tell me to NEVER publish it.  It sucked, I should stick to reviewing.  So, there’s that…

Maybe I lack the conviction to keep writing.  I’m not sure anymore. Rejection does hurt and I overcame it but I can’t forget it.   Right now, I have school starting in 3 weeks, one more family reunion and a computer monitor to replace.  Oh and tires to replace on a Tahoe.

If you are so inclined, I’ve included the link to my Flash Fiction piece I wrote at the beginning of the month for a publisher.

Flash Fiction Link

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#Podcast, Excerpt & #Giveaway featuring Ethan Radcliff’s Gentlemen’s Agreement!@EthanRadcliff40 @MTWPromotions #newrelease, #domme, #bdsm, #dom, #submissive, #podcast

Title: Gentlemen’s Agreement
Author: Ethan Radcliff
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: July 15, 2016
Published by: Bitten Press LLC
Chad Henderson and Jon Lasiter were best friends. Their taste in women always caused a problem. They always went after the same woman. Cleo Davenport was older and sophisticated with a bevy of men at her fingertips. She was a high-priced Madame. Chad rejected the lifestyle and Jon embraced it. Both wanted the beautiful older woman in their bed. Could they reach an agreement that would suit all their needs?

 

Gentlemen’s Agreement Excerpt © Ethan Radcliff 2016

What now had caught his attention was the woman with Jon. He let his eyes wander seductively over her. He’d seen imposing women before, but her tall, lithe body and auburn hair took his breath away. As they neared, he honed in on her cat-like emerald green eyes. Son of a bitch, he thought, had his best friend, Jon Lasiter, been holding out on him? The decadent and devious thoughts running through his head caused warning bells to go off as the blood rushed to his cock.
He grinned broadly, catching Jon’s attention. It was obvious he irritated him because that small nervous tic in Jon’s right cheek was in full swing. Chad sat back in his chair and attempted to make eye contact with the beautiful woman, and when he did, their eyes locked.
Now it was Chad who became unnerved as the tip of her pink tongue ran along her full bottom lip. Chad swallowed slowly.
The corner of her mouth rose slightly as she smiled, or was that a smirk? She eyed him carefully from head to toe. He squirmed a bit in his chair from the intensity of her seemingly casual appraisal. Was she was sizing him up? More warning bells rang loudly. Son of a bitch, she was looking him over, perhaps sniffing out her next victim. The hairs on the back of his neck bristled and his cock twinged. The air around him was charged…was he intimidated? If so, this was a first.

Ethan Radcliff has been writing stories since he was a kid. He loves creating and tried his hand at art, but felt he wasn’t good enough. Through high school he wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook and let a few of his girlfriends read them. He then began writing poetry, which he kept to himself, because most of his poems were based on erotica. His brain never stopped. He became serious about writing erotic romance stories a few years ago and wondered how hard it would be to break through the barrier as a male erotic romance writer.

He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in his writing.

He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was good and then better. He was being noticed.

He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always on an attractive face or body.

His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on, telling him to go for it and he did.

His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s Undoing. There will be more. He has a paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is four books strong with three more already planned. Stay tuned for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has two books of erotic poetry published; they have been an amazing success.

Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to broaden his scope as an author in 2016.

His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d still be writing notes in his composition notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.

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Book Trailer and Excerpt from Gentlemen’s Agreement by Ethan Radcliff! #newrelease, #domme, #bdsm, #dom, #submissive @EthanRadcliff40

Title: Gentlemen’s Agreement
Author: Ethan Radcliff
Genre: Adult, Erotic Romance
Published: July 15, 2016
Published by: Bitten Press LLC
Chad Henderson and Jon Lasiter were best friends. Their taste in women always caused a problem. They always went after the same woman. Cleo Davenport was older and sophisticated with a bevy of men at her fingertips. She was a high-priced Madame. Chad rejected the lifestyle and Jon embraced it. Both wanted the beautiful older woman in their bed. Could they reach an agreement that would suit all their needs?
Where: Gentlemen’s Agreement Facebook Event
When: Today, July 15th
Time: 3:30 – 11:30 PM ESTAuthor takeovers and giveaways including a Kindle Fire and 10 personalized signed paperback copies of Gentlemen’s Agreement. Up to three prizes will be given away to international winners.

 

Author Takeover Schedule:
3:30-4pm Ethan Radcliff
4-4:30pm Don Abdul
4:30-5pm KL Shandwick
5-5:30pm JD Lexx
5:30-6pm Suzzana Ryan
6-6:30pm Zorha Edwards
6:30-7pm Gina Whitney
7-7:30pm Al Daltry
7:30-8pm Ava Bell
8-9pm David S. Scott / Melissa Ann
9-9:30pm Ellie Masters
9:30-10pm Elias Raven
10-11pm Chris Genovese
11-11:30pm Ethan Radcliff

 

Gentlemen’s Agreement Excerpt © Ethan Radcliff 2016

Chad had vowed he’d never visit any private club that catered to BDSM, and was tired of the idiots at work talking about being tied and spanked. What the fuck was happening -were women taking a few steps backward? Then the talk of riding crops, nipple clips, and fucking crazy kinky shit turned up in almost every conversation.He didn’t consider himself kinky or having any kinks. In his circle of friends there seemed to be a drift toward a curiosity for domination and pain. Chad had to be in control at all times, at least he thought he did until Cleo Davenport; the woman unhinged him. After speaking with Jon, he nonchalantly asked him how much a session with the elusive Domme cost him. Cleo came at a steep price, fifteen-hundred dollars a pop; he never thought he’d pay any female for her sexual favors. However, he had to admit that steep price fed his curiosity. Was she that good at what she practiced?

Straight sex was now referenced as vanilla sex. He preferred straight sex, or did he? Would Cleo show him more? Would he let her? Now to explain to his best friend that he wanted to fuck his Domme and then some.

Ethan Radcliff has been writing stories since he was a kid. He loves creating and tried his hand at art, but felt he wasn’t good enough. Through high school he wrote erotic stories, kept them in a notebook and let a few of his girlfriends read them. He then began writing poetry, which he kept to himself, because most of his poems were based on erotica. His brain never stopped. He became serious about writing erotic romance stories a few years ago and wondered how hard it would be to break through the barrier as a male erotic romance writer.

He delved into the world of BDSM and took a personal journey through the lifestyle, which aided in his writing.

He’d been a face book user for years. He never saw anything interesting until he began to see all the writers and then some poets posting their erotic prose. Men who were writing erotic romance began to crop up. He watched and then began to post a few poems here and there. The response was good and then better. He was being noticed.

He can see a picture and write a poem. He can see an attractive women and conger up a sexy scenario. The jiggle of a full ass or heavy breasts can get him going. His mind is always on an attractive face or body.

His thanks go out to Bitten Press LLC and the two lovely women who run it, for goading him on, telling him to go for it and he did.

His first short story is The Taming of Molly Jenkins. It’s hot. Is it based on personal experience? All he can answer is, perhaps. The next short story is The Wait, Britt’s Undoing. There will be more. He has a paranormal erotic romance series, Desires of Blood which at the moment is four books strong with three more already planned. Stay tuned for some historical, contemporary and fantasy erotica from him. Yes, and he will continue with some great stories including some BDSM adventures. He has two books of erotic poetry published; they have been an amazing success.

Follow Ethan Radcliff as he continues to entertain you. He can write any genre and intends to broaden his scope as an author in 2016.

His thanks go out to all his readers. Without them he’d still be writing notes in his composition notebook, waiting for that right moment. You made it happen for him.

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Yes, I actually wrote something.  For a publisher.  And its FREE!!!

 

Here’s the link:

http://roanepublishing.blogspot.com/2016/07/flashfiction-friday-kiss-freebie-read.html

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Book Spotlight on Am I Going to Be Okay? By Debra Whittam

 

 

Title:
Am I Going To Be Okay? Weathering the Storms of Mental Illness, Addiction and
Grief
Author: Debra Whittam
Publisher: Turning Point International
Pages: 253
Genre: Memoir/Women’s Psychology/Applied Psychology
Am I Going To Be Okay? is an American
story with a universal message. Ms. Whittam traces her history in the form of
stories about her all too human, and sometimes unhinged family; she throws a rope
to the little girl living there, and in adulthood, is able to pull her out to
safety, bit by bit.
Her history is peopled with folks from a different
time, a time before therapy was acceptable, 12 steps unimaginable and harsh
words, backhands and even harsher silences can be spun to appear almost normal.
She writes of a mother who would not or could not initiate love nor give it
without condition, and a father, damn near heroic at times, abusive at others,
a survivor with his head down and his sleeves rolled up.
Ms. Whittam approaches her past with the clear-eyed
tough but sensitive objectivity necessary to untangle the shame from the
source. She speaks of the people that affected her life so deeply with an
understanding of their time and place in American culture; a family not far
removed from immigrant roots when men carried their own water, emoted misplaced
anger, and with fresh socks and food found on the trail, were confident,
unflinching and at that same time tragical- ly failing to the little ones they
ignored.
Like many of us, details notwithstanding, Whittam
responded by numbing, running and gunning. Alcohol gave her hope, soothed a
crushed soul for a time and wrecked her on a train, until finally she had the
courage to accept it wasn’t working for her anymore. It was time to stop
drinking and take inventory and accountability. It was time to accept, forgive
and move forward. She healed where she was broken.
It is in the telling of this story that Whittam
teaches us the difference between just surviving and surviving well, the
importance of shared introspection and a careful eye on the wake we leave
behind in our actions. Her story is a guide to surviving abuse and addiction.
It is also about witnessing and dealing with the shrinking faculties of aging
parents in the unavoidable circle of life. Finally, she offers a realistic
sense of hope, forgiveness and a life we can shake hands with.

For More Information

  • Am I Going To Be Okay?
    Weathering the Storms of Mental Illness, Addiction and Grief is available
    at Amazon.
  • Pick up your copy at Barnes & Noble.
  • Discuss this book at PUYB
    Virtual Book Club at Goodreads.

Book Excerpt:

In my therapist’s office, during my first year of
recovery from alcoholism, I saw one of her graduate school psychology books on
her bookshelf. It was sitting alongside many of her self-help books which I had
borrowed during the past year. I read several hoping to find a cure from my
irrepressible anxiety that I had previously drunk away. I imagined the wordy
text was far from my ability to comprehend as I was at that time only able to
retain small bits of information. I asked my therapist if I could borrow that
college text titled “Human Growth and Development.” I read it from cover to
cover within a short amount of time and surprisingly, was able to digest and
retain it. I had to quit doubting my ability. Being hard on myself was no
longer the answer. I wanted more.
That following summer I enrolled in a graduate course
of the same name. I wanted to see if I could retain enough material to pass a
higher level learning class. I loved it and I got an A.
No longer living in a world governed by my need to
numb myself through copious amounts of alcohol, I started doing what I wanted
to do with my life. Encountering the self-doubt I had always carried within me
became the guidepost by which I continued to prove my “what ifs” unnecessary in

order to keep myself safe.

My intention in writing this book is to reach out to
all who struggle with being frozen in fear of “what if.” This book may trigger
emotions that have been shoved down so far they might not have a clear story to
them yet. It might trigger memories of resentments, regrets or painful unhealed
episodes of your life. These moments may have happened long, long ago or may
have been more recent. We go back into the past to find answers. The idea is
not to stay there long, but to find healing through understanding the ‘why’ of
it. Then begin our process of learning to self-sooth and love ourselves.
Nothing is going to happen that you can’t handle. Nothing.
Isolated within my world of fear, I wouldn’t attempt
anything outside of that small world. I had no foundation to stand on as a
spring-board toward finding out who I really was, so I joined a 12-Step group.
The beauty of being in a community of recovery, from whatever we might be
working on, brings connection. at is what I needed so badly.
I hope, within these pages, you are able to find a spark
that ignites your longing for more. I urge you to find your own path of being
okay by whatever non-mood altering way that makes sense to you; even, or
especially, if it is unfamiliar to you. In writing this book, I intended to
show how we can all go through our fears and do “it” anyway, whatever “it” is.
Letting go of fear suggests we “just breathe” and be
ourselves. Thee “how” of being okay is within these pages and within yourself.
Stop listening to the repeated echoes of old messages in your head, messages
like “You’ve done it again,” “You aren’t good enough,” “You should just give
up.” These messages cause you to doubt yourself. Instead, listen to the other
voice inside which says, “You can do this,” “There is a way.” Don’t ignore it.
Don’t push it away. Don’t argue with it. That voice is there, even if you can’t
hear it and I am here to help you find it. I look forward to hearing you say,
“I AM going to be okay.”
About the Author
Debra Whittam is a licensed, practicing mental health
therapist in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
who specializes in addiction, anxiety and depression, grief and loss. Whittam
is passionate about her work in all areas of her specialties, especially
addiction. Working in a detox unit for over three years before beginning her
own private practice, Whittam realized, while counseling patients in the life
and death arena of the detox unit, how much the loss of a beloved through death
or a relationship impacted those struggling with addiction.
In this memoir, Whittam skillfully infuses her
memories, stories and professional insights to remind us that the most
important relationship we will ever have is with ourselves. She splits her time
between Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New
York and Paris, France.
Am
I Going To Be Okay? Weathering the Storms of Mental Illness, Addiction and
Grief
is her first book.
For
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Title: Sicario: A Novel
Series: Worlds’ End #3
Author: Kai Tyler
Genre: Dystopian M/M Romantic Thriller
Published: June 20, 2016
Sold by his parents and bred in a lab, Lexan Cesare is trained for one purpose—to execute his boss’s orders. In the mafia life, loyalty is everything. Emotions have no place and he never questions the rights or wrongs of the decisions that send him to terminate lives again and again. Until one assignment draws emotions he’s never felt before and makes him question his true allegiance.

When a stranger walks into Enzo Mattia ranch in search of a job, his life is changed irrevocably. He is ripped apart from his family and everything he knows and ends up sold into slavery. He swears to mete revenge on all who have wronged him.

First he has to escape from his new owner, Lexan, a man who captivates him and makes him want to act on impulses he’s suppressed for a long time. Impulses that can lead to death.

With corrupt lawmakers and deadly cartels, the world is in flux. Loyalties shift at the speed of a bullet and betrayal abounds. In the new world falling in love is just a death wish.

This is a full length male/male romantic thriller set on a dystopian earth.

 

Copyright 2016 Kai Tyler

Dressed, I headed across to Enzo’s room. He opened the door for me and my mouth dropped open. He looked amazing in a white dress shirt and navy slacks. I’d never seen him in anything other than jeans, chambray or t-shirts. Instead of boots, he wore brown leather brogues.
He stared at me with an odd expression before saying, “You look good,” and turning away.
“Wow,” Gianna said, looking me over. “You scrub up well for a ranch hand.”
She wore a lovely emerald silk dress that was cut off across one shoulder and draped in an asymmetrical style beyond her knees. Strappy diamante sandals and her hair styled in a loose chignon completed the classy outfit.
“He sure does,” Enzo added, still giving me that look that made my heart thud faster.
“And there I was worried you wouldn’t have anything suitable to wear.” She beamed a smile at me, and then turned to her brother, holding up a maroon silk tie. “Come on, Enzo. The tie will go great with your suit. Tell him for me please, Alex.”
“No, I don’t need one. Alex isn’t wearing one and he looks great.” He turned away as if he hadn’t expected the words to come out as awestruck as they did.
My smile blossomed into a full grin. He really liked me in a suit then.
“I don’t need a tie. As you say I’m just the ranch hand.” I winked at Gianna. “But the tie will work well with your suit. Here let me help you.”
I walked over to Gianna and took the tie from her. “You look totally amazing,” I said and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Then I strode over to where Enzo leaned against the table. “Trust me, you’ll look great.”
“Hmmm,” was all he said, but he let me come close enough to turn the collar of his shirt up.
I was conscious of Gianna behind us so I maintained a reasonable gap between us as I slid the silk around his neck. Each breath I took filled my lungs with his scent—man and spice—that transported me back to the night in the log cabin.
As I looped and knotted the tie, I couldn’t help brushing my fingers against his chin. His breath hitched. A smile played at the corner of my mouth. He’d shaved the skin smooth. I missed the bristles and wanted them rubbing against my skin.
“I can’t find my perfume in my purse,” Gianna called out from behind. “I’m going to pop back to my room and get it.”
My body trembled, knowing I’d be alone with Enzo for a few minutes. I could feel the tension coming off his body too.
As soon as the door closed behind his sister, I couldn’t keep away any longer. I leaned my body against his, making sure he felt the bulge of my erection on his thigh.
“I’ve missed you,” I whispered before brushing my lips on his.
He gripped my low pony tail, angled my head and devoured my mouth.
I groaned long and deep as I sank into him, loving his strength, loving the contact. My hands slid around his back as I gathered him into me so that we were as physically close as we could be with clothes on.
I don’t know what happens to me whenever this man touched me, but I felt as if this was where I should be.
A rattling noise at the door broke us apart when Enzo shoved me away.

Kai loves writing stories about forbidden men and relentless love, about gangsters with heart, antiheroes who do what they need to do to survive in a crazy world. These men commit to the lives they lead 100%—with heart, body and soul and when they fall in love you can be sure they bring the same level of passionate devotion to the people they love.

Kai’s debut dystopian MM romance novel, Duce, was an All Romance eBooks Top 50 Bestseller when it came out in 2015. Visit http://www.kaityler.com to connect with Kai.

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