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September 8, 2016
Joy's Edge Flash Prequel ~ by D.F. Krieger
Today's guest post brings us a little teaser trailer for D.F. Krieger's book, Joy's Edge. Enjoy, dahlings!
~ ~ ~
The sharp rapping of the pencil as I repeatedly tapped it against the desk didn't do shit to calm my nerves. Only action, beingfront and center when things went down, worked. This sitting here and waiting bullshit was just that: bullshit. When my cellphone rang, I nearly reached for the ghost of a gun at my hip. Old habits died hard.
"Striker," I barked into the phone once I grabbed it.
"Wolfe."
The cool, calm voice took me on a quick waltz down memory lane. At the sound of my battle buddy, some piece of my mind relaxed. Wolfe and I went way back, and he'd saved my ass more than a few times. I'd saved his too, not that either of us kept count. It was because of that very bond I'd went out on a limb and pursued a childhood dream.
"Still waiting on the realtor?" Wolfe asked, his good ol' boy drawl filling the line.
I went back to drumming the pencil against the edge of the desk. "I put in the offer an hour ago. He said he'd call back in thirty minutes. If it doesn't pull through, and I've done all this waiting, I'm going to be pissed."
"You sure you want to do this? Purchasing an entire farm to start a horse rehab is noble, and you know I've got your back, but you could've done this anywhere in the US. No one knows horses like you. That's not my worry. But why..." He trailed off and I could sense his hesitation.
"Why there?" I asked, bluntly putting forth the question he withheld.
His grunt of acknowledgement caused me to lean forward in my chair. I clenched the pencil in my palm, then winced at the resounding snap as it broke. "Fuck," I muttered before returning my attention to Wolfe. "Truth? You're the closest thing to family I've got. You know I grew up on the streets. I was a shithead until the military set me straight, and even then, being with the horses was what finally got my head on right. I..."
The words were right there, but I couldnt force them out.
"I understand," Wolfe said, and gratitude filled me that he didn't make me say more. "Well, if you're going to do this, I've got a couple of contacts in that town I can put you in connection with. There's a woman named Hope Hopewell who runs a rescue. She can help you get up and running. And there's a vet named Doctor Hart who I highly recommend. Ill give you her number once you need a vet."
That name sounded familiar. I frowned until it hit me. "Hope. Is she the one you've tagged yourself as dating on Subspace?”
"Yes." A possessive undertone laced his words.
I sat back in my chair, body fully relaxed now. "I checked her profile out. She's hot. The blonde with her is fucking hot too."
"That would be Doctor Hart."
My jaw dropped as astonishment blasted me like a hurricane-force wind. "The vet? No shit."
The phone beeped and I checked the screen. Instantly, my muscles went rigid as I recognized the number. "Yo, man. I gotta call you back. Realtor's on the line."
"Roger that," Wolfe said, then the screen flashed that our call ended. I liked that about him. No awkward goodbyes or touchy-feely small talk.
Once again, I hit the accept button. "Striker."
"Mr. Striker, it's Cecil Sims at Sims Realty. I apologize for the delay in my call. Your offer on the property has been accepted.
"However, an issue has been brought to my attention. Apparently the prior residents did not properly vacate the premises. I've been making calls trying to arrange for the removal of their property, but I've had no luck. The good news, though, is the bank is willing to close on this today. I've already emailed the paperwork I need you to print, take to a notary, and sign."
"What kind of property are we talking?" I asked. "If it's just furniture, I can take care of it. I may even keep some. But if it's like a fuck-ton of trash...
"Horses, Mr. Striker. They left a few horses. They were in the large pasture in the back where the pond is, so they were overlooked. I'm assuming they were in the tree line when the assessor visited the property. Again, I greatly apologize. We'll be sure to have them removed quickly and at no cost to you. The bank has agreed to cover the removal fees," Sims hurriedly explained.
Poor guy had no idea how royally he was about to piss me off. I took a deep breath. "Sims, leave them so long as they dont require immediate medical attention. If they do need it, let me know. I'm friends with Fayette's Animal Control Officer. He can get them what they need until I take over there. How soon can I move in?"
"But, Mr. Striker..."
"Leave them," I repeated, keeping my tone deadly quiet. "They are living creatures, not trash. Whole fucking point of buying the place is for this exact reason."
The man's voice wobbled, but he kept on like a trooper. "Assuming you return the documents to me within an hour or two today, and we close, you can have the keys by tomorrow afternoon. The horses appeared to be fine, so I dont think it will be necessary to contact animal control."
While he spoke, I opened my laptop, connected to my email, then put the documents on a flash drive so I could print them off in the business lounge downstairs. I almost shut my laptop, paused, then clicked on the tab for Subspace.
"I'll have the docs back to you within the hour. I'll follow up with a call to ensure you received them. Roger that?"
"Uh, yes, Mr. Striker. I understand. Goodbye." Sims hung up without waiting for anything further. Good man. He wouldn't have got more from me anyway.
As if by their own volition, my fingers typed in Wolfe's name to bring up his profile on my friends list. From there, I navigated to his girlfriend's page, then to her friend. Force2NJoy appeared to be a smiling, thin, curly haired blonde. I'd ogled her picture more than a few times, but never read her profile. Even though my internal clock ticked loudly, reminding me I had shit to do, I took a moment to read her profile.
If you aren't rough and tough, you aren't my stuff. Sorry boys, but this Toy is for men only. I work long, sometimes odd hours, and life is short, so I don't have time to waste on wannabes who claim they are the real deal. If you can't tell the difference between being a Dom and an asshole, or Forced Seduction and rape, don't bother messaging me. Im not a 24-7 sub either, but for the right man, Ill rock his world 365.
I read through her list of kinks before gazing at her profile description again. Sassy little bitch. So she was into Forced Seduction, huh? Right up my alley. I loved bending a woman to my will, so long as we both were one hundred percent on the same page that her No really meant Yes.
Suddenly, I felt like the abandoned horses on the property were going to need to see a vet ASAP, whether they were in good health or not. Mind made up, and still aware of the clock counting down the minutes until I had a real home for the first time in my fucking life, I picked up my phone and dialed Wolfe.
"Striker," I said once he answered. "I'm going to need that vet's number."
~ ~ ~
The sharp rapping of the pencil as I repeatedly tapped it against the desk didn't do shit to calm my nerves. Only action, beingfront and center when things went down, worked. This sitting here and waiting bullshit was just that: bullshit. When my cellphone rang, I nearly reached for the ghost of a gun at my hip. Old habits died hard."Striker," I barked into the phone once I grabbed it.
"Wolfe."
The cool, calm voice took me on a quick waltz down memory lane. At the sound of my battle buddy, some piece of my mind relaxed. Wolfe and I went way back, and he'd saved my ass more than a few times. I'd saved his too, not that either of us kept count. It was because of that very bond I'd went out on a limb and pursued a childhood dream.
"Still waiting on the realtor?" Wolfe asked, his good ol' boy drawl filling the line.
I went back to drumming the pencil against the edge of the desk. "I put in the offer an hour ago. He said he'd call back in thirty minutes. If it doesn't pull through, and I've done all this waiting, I'm going to be pissed."
"You sure you want to do this? Purchasing an entire farm to start a horse rehab is noble, and you know I've got your back, but you could've done this anywhere in the US. No one knows horses like you. That's not my worry. But why..." He trailed off and I could sense his hesitation.
"Why there?" I asked, bluntly putting forth the question he withheld.
His grunt of acknowledgement caused me to lean forward in my chair. I clenched the pencil in my palm, then winced at the resounding snap as it broke. "Fuck," I muttered before returning my attention to Wolfe. "Truth? You're the closest thing to family I've got. You know I grew up on the streets. I was a shithead until the military set me straight, and even then, being with the horses was what finally got my head on right. I..."
The words were right there, but I couldnt force them out.
"I understand," Wolfe said, and gratitude filled me that he didn't make me say more. "Well, if you're going to do this, I've got a couple of contacts in that town I can put you in connection with. There's a woman named Hope Hopewell who runs a rescue. She can help you get up and running. And there's a vet named Doctor Hart who I highly recommend. Ill give you her number once you need a vet."
That name sounded familiar. I frowned until it hit me. "Hope. Is she the one you've tagged yourself as dating on Subspace?”
"Yes." A possessive undertone laced his words.
I sat back in my chair, body fully relaxed now. "I checked her profile out. She's hot. The blonde with her is fucking hot too."
"That would be Doctor Hart."
My jaw dropped as astonishment blasted me like a hurricane-force wind. "The vet? No shit."
The phone beeped and I checked the screen. Instantly, my muscles went rigid as I recognized the number. "Yo, man. I gotta call you back. Realtor's on the line."
"Roger that," Wolfe said, then the screen flashed that our call ended. I liked that about him. No awkward goodbyes or touchy-feely small talk.
Once again, I hit the accept button. "Striker."
"Mr. Striker, it's Cecil Sims at Sims Realty. I apologize for the delay in my call. Your offer on the property has been accepted.
"However, an issue has been brought to my attention. Apparently the prior residents did not properly vacate the premises. I've been making calls trying to arrange for the removal of their property, but I've had no luck. The good news, though, is the bank is willing to close on this today. I've already emailed the paperwork I need you to print, take to a notary, and sign."
"What kind of property are we talking?" I asked. "If it's just furniture, I can take care of it. I may even keep some. But if it's like a fuck-ton of trash...
"Horses, Mr. Striker. They left a few horses. They were in the large pasture in the back where the pond is, so they were overlooked. I'm assuming they were in the tree line when the assessor visited the property. Again, I greatly apologize. We'll be sure to have them removed quickly and at no cost to you. The bank has agreed to cover the removal fees," Sims hurriedly explained.
Poor guy had no idea how royally he was about to piss me off. I took a deep breath. "Sims, leave them so long as they dont require immediate medical attention. If they do need it, let me know. I'm friends with Fayette's Animal Control Officer. He can get them what they need until I take over there. How soon can I move in?"
"But, Mr. Striker..."
"Leave them," I repeated, keeping my tone deadly quiet. "They are living creatures, not trash. Whole fucking point of buying the place is for this exact reason."
The man's voice wobbled, but he kept on like a trooper. "Assuming you return the documents to me within an hour or two today, and we close, you can have the keys by tomorrow afternoon. The horses appeared to be fine, so I dont think it will be necessary to contact animal control."
While he spoke, I opened my laptop, connected to my email, then put the documents on a flash drive so I could print them off in the business lounge downstairs. I almost shut my laptop, paused, then clicked on the tab for Subspace.
"I'll have the docs back to you within the hour. I'll follow up with a call to ensure you received them. Roger that?"
"Uh, yes, Mr. Striker. I understand. Goodbye." Sims hung up without waiting for anything further. Good man. He wouldn't have got more from me anyway.
As if by their own volition, my fingers typed in Wolfe's name to bring up his profile on my friends list. From there, I navigated to his girlfriend's page, then to her friend. Force2NJoy appeared to be a smiling, thin, curly haired blonde. I'd ogled her picture more than a few times, but never read her profile. Even though my internal clock ticked loudly, reminding me I had shit to do, I took a moment to read her profile.
If you aren't rough and tough, you aren't my stuff. Sorry boys, but this Toy is for men only. I work long, sometimes odd hours, and life is short, so I don't have time to waste on wannabes who claim they are the real deal. If you can't tell the difference between being a Dom and an asshole, or Forced Seduction and rape, don't bother messaging me. Im not a 24-7 sub either, but for the right man, Ill rock his world 365.
I read through her list of kinks before gazing at her profile description again. Sassy little bitch. So she was into Forced Seduction, huh? Right up my alley. I loved bending a woman to my will, so long as we both were one hundred percent on the same page that her No really meant Yes.
Suddenly, I felt like the abandoned horses on the property were going to need to see a vet ASAP, whether they were in good health or not. Mind made up, and still aware of the clock counting down the minutes until I had a real home for the first time in my fucking life, I picked up my phone and dialed Wolfe.
"Striker," I said once he answered. "I'm going to need that vet's number."
~~~
Genre: Erotic romance
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Author Bio:
When D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. By the time she pens her final book with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of thinking, and captivating characters.
When she's not writing, she can be found surrounded by rescue cats who call her Mom while she's cross-stitching, crocheting, painting, or playing video games. Her family loves that she plays video games, though they refuse to play first person shooter games against her anymore because she makes an awesome sniper.
You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put up with her random bouts of laughter over things she can't explain and journal collecting fetish.
Wanna keep an eye on D. F. online? You can find her at her website dfkrieger.com where she updates what shes working on and occasionally posts to a blog.
Social Media Links: https://www.facebook.com/cominginhotboxedset/
June 16, 2016
Tour Post ~ Rough Edges contributor Mary Billiter Drops by for a Chat!
Mary Billiter, better known as Pumpkin Spice, is the published author of
adult romantic fiction. Her naughty fairy tale line “Scarlett Hood & The
Hunter” and “Goldlie Locks & The Brothers Bear” is published by Evernight
Publishing along with her Cupid Conquest romance, “The Hart Moment.” Pumpkin’s
favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is
crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer. Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2June 14, 2016
Release Day! Rough Edges, by Pen and Kink Press!
Find it on
Work hard, play hard, love hard…
Nothing
is sexier than someone who knows what they want and has the confidence go after
it. This anthology is crammed full of hot romances featuring those kinds of rough-around-the-edges
alpha personalities–stories about the kind of men and women who ride horses
during the day and their partners at night, who speak few words but mean every
one of them, and who would never break their own personal code of honor. We're talking about cowboys... and cowgirls.
This
anthology contains seven romances with a Western theme that run the gamut from
sweet to sizzling.
June 8, 2016
Tour Day ~ Anna Kyle
Today we welcome Anna Kyle, and her new release, Omega Rising.
Anna Kyle wrote her first story
at age 12 on an old manual typewriter, and though the technology has
changed, she hasn’t stopped since. She lives in the Midwest surrounded by
family and friends and dogs and horses. They’ve forgiven her (mostly) when they
appear in her stories. She reads everything she can get her hands on, but
romances, especially paranormals, are her favorite. Vampires, humans, Fae,
shapeshifters, or demons, it doesn’t matter—Anna’s heart goes pitter-pat for
the Happily Ever After. Hot heroes + strong, funny heroines = awesome.
April 21, 2016
Tour Day ~ Monica Corwin Brings us "On A White Horse"
Monica Corwin
is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no
matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snow drifts,
three seasons of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica
spends time with her daughter and her ever growing collection of tomes about
King Arthur.
Author Links:
Twitter: http://bit.ly/1Bj1xXM
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1JJgJOa
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1JJgUJB
Website: www.monicacorwin.com
April 13, 2016
Tour Day: Decadent Kane Brings Us Traces of Poppy
Decadent Kane is a very special colleague of mine and I'm elated to have her on the blog today. Traces of Poppy is a book I've long awaited, and as a special bonus, I had the honor of creating the cover art for this wonderful addition to Kane's Trouble With Elves. A woman I consistently find myself pitching ideas with, bouncing plot bunnies back and forth, Decadent's an indie paranormal romance
author with a pen name taken from a burlesque name generator and began her
career on a dare.The fae, magic, and mystical worlds of possibility are carved into her soul. When she writes her stories, she pours all of her heart into what they whisper. She's the kind of lady who will stare off into space to better understand her characters thoughts, listening to them speak their own version of the story.
She's a mother of two girls and several furbabies. She's engaged but has no intention of getting married. Like most authors she's been writing most of her life and has dreamed of being an author since the 5th grade. When she writes, she writes to explore characters and a world first for herself. Then she revises, edits and publishes for readers. Today, she brings us her thoughts on being:
Plot Hijacked
Guest post by Decadent Kane
April 9, 2016
Fractured Fantasies with Torie James!
It's time once again to welcome one of my favorite contemporaries, Torie James!
In the burning lands of rapturous fulfillment and unrequited
desire, one false step can lead down the path towards delicious destruction.
Impassioned appeals, sinful seductions and fevered longings can often hide
degrees of twisted tenderness but don't be fooled. Not all prisons have bars,
silence can be deadly and even the sweetest face conceals monstrous insanity.
Tread lightly, choose well or find sexual satisfaction at the dead end of
one-way street.
Book One – The Factory
A glittering citadel born from blood money and power tripping provides the perfect stage for its mysterious owner and his young, dazzling wife. Before the final act is called and the curtain falls, they'll both be tested to the limits of their personal, moral compasses. And neither of theirs point true north.
A glittering citadel born from blood money and power tripping provides the perfect stage for its mysterious owner and his young, dazzling wife. Before the final act is called and the curtain falls, they'll both be tested to the limits of their personal, moral compasses. And neither of theirs point true north.
Book Two – Nevermore
Newlyweds on a romantic, Spanish honeymoon find themselves battling against stereotypes after a short engagement leads to a much longer commitment. In the shadows of infatuation, however, lay the groundwork for a cruel coupling that even death cannot part.
Book Three – The Nomad
In a post-apocalyptic, dystopian future, one young warrior woman travels the world in search of help against The Great Evil. When her travels take her far underground to the lair of the last great Champion, she finds duty mixing with desire and a tender temptation that threatens her mission.
***
I'd sat down with intentions to write only ONE volume for
what became this series but my Dark Muse thought otherwise.
I'm entirely comfy writing paranormal romance, along with
sub-genres like fantasy, sci-fi, etc. Erotica, however, was a field I never
dreamt of taking but all it took was one person to double dog dare me and here
we are.
I'm a huge fan of older shows such as The Twilight Zone,
Night Gallery, Outer Limits, Tales from the Darkside and Tales from the Crypt.
I wanted to write dark erotica with those shows in mind, those tales of erasing
the lines between good and bad, blurring the limits of decadence and darkness
and as always, learning valuable lessons only when its too late.
I'd like to think I've conquered that challenge with these
lush, dangerous and sexy offerings.
Past the shadows of
lust and temptation there is a secret dimension of dark, forbidden desires.
Abandon rational thought and step into a world of shattering rapture, furious
ecstasy and burning secrets. Worship the flesh and submit to carnal seduction
but remember passion comes at a high price. What are you willing to pay?
Author Bio
Born on the planet
Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, Torie is the illegitimate love
child of Han Solo and Daenerys Targaryen. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before her
home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, she was raised in
relative obscurity by her foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking.
At the tender age of 113, she inherited the best little whorehouse in Texas and
is rumored to be bringing Sexy Back. A self- confessed chocoholic, she's been
engaged to Willy Wonka despite gossip surrounding a lifelong affair with Bruce
Wayne.
And clearly, she
practices delusion on a daily basis.
The truth is, I'm just an overgrown kid with a vivid
imagination who loves to write and share my crazy with the world. My future
plans include, hopefully, buying a lovely Scottish castle and convincing Queen
Elizabeth I that I'd make a fab addition to the Royal Family.
Three years ago, I finally got my 'brave' on and submitted a
wee story about true love, honor, friendship and the magic within us all. That
story was Timeless Night, the first book in a five book series I've named New
Camelot. Since then, I've been lucky enough to have published Timeless Desire
(Book 2 of New Camelot), Beauty and The Feast (A New Camelot Thanksgiving
Novella) Ties That Bind (The Cloie Chronicles I), Fractured Fantasies
(Valentine's Venom), Fractured Fantasies (Volume 1) and coming soon, Fractured
Fantasies (Volume Two).
I live in Southern California, a stone's throw from
Disneyland, with my family and the most ridiculously spoiled pets anyone could
imagine. I wake everyday with the determination to make this life as random,
quirky and beautiful as it can be.
Fractured Fantasies, Volume Two Excerpt:
"Babe, this isn't our first gig. I know what I'm doing.
Right now, I'm Allan Poe. In a few more days, I won't be. Simple as that. I
already have what I need to get us set up." He lowered his voice.
"This is the last one. I swear. No one's going to miss her. I have access
to all her personal accounts not to mention I've already siphoned off her
business accounts. The house sold before we left and the monies transferred to
her savings."
Aurelius snorted. "Well, hurry up. She bugs me."
"How? You've never met her."
"Are you defending her? Is that defense I hear in your
tone?"
Allan's tone hardened, his words icy. "No. But
considering I'm doing this for you, I'd appreciate it if you scaled it back and
remembered the bigger picture."
Unmoved, Aurelius countered. "As long as you remember
it. Call me when it's done." He hung up.
Allan's hand curled tightly around his own cell phone before
hitting end call and leaning back. He loved Aurelius, he did. He wanted a life
with him. But there were times, the younger man's narcissism and selfishness
grated his nerves. He attributed it to the generation gap and could only hope
Aurelius mellowed as time moved on.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Lennie
demanded, intruding on his thoughts.
Allan nearly jumped, inwardly damning himself for not paying
closer attention and noticing the hair dryer had been turned off.
She stood there in the doorway, the floral print of her
sundress setting of her dark hair. Her jaw clenched several times and her eyes
were devoid of the warmth he'd grown used to seeing in them.
How much had she
heard? This wasn't good. What to do? Deny culpability? Play dumb?
He held her stare for countless moments before she burst out
laughing and held up her bright pink, disposable Daisy razor. "You used my
razor for shaving your scruff. Not cool, babe. But since you're pretty good in
bed, I'll let it go. This time."
Allan nearly vomited with relief, managing to play the
sheepish male. "Yeah. I left mine back home. Sorry, honey." His
hammering heart began to slow down, his brows arching. "Wait. What? Pretty
good in bed? How rude." Sauntering towards her, he leaned down to steal a
kiss but laughed when she pinched his lips shut.
"Later, we can go for Gold and test that theory again.
For now, my stomach is rumbling, the light is fading and we have sights to
see."
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