May 30, 2014


And the winner for the giveaway of a paperback copy of "A Purrfect Match" (or the German translation "Stubentiger wider Willen") is...


Congratulations! Sylvie, please send me an e-mail at christi_kat25[at]yahoo[dot]com with your snail-mail addy and I'll send you the paperback. Thanks to everyone who participated. :)

May 29, 2014

Goddess Fish Promotions: Demon of Envy (Gods of Love) by Jennifer Lynne

Demon of Envy (Gods of Love)
by Jennifer Lynne



Phthonos, god of envy and jealousy, has been given a second chance at life and love in the mortal realm. He is desperate to make up for the mistakes of his past. But is Thon more demon than god? And if the demon Envy wins out, how will this lonely god ever find room in his heart for love?

Olivia is an ordinary woman living an ordered life, but at thirty-two true romance appears to have eluded her. Everywhere she looks people are in relationships or falling in love, but her career as an administrator and her charity work are enough to keep the demon of envy at bay.

Or so she thinks…until the moment he turns up on her doorstep with a demand that rips her life and her heart wide open and leaves her at risk of eternal torment.

DEMON OF ENVY is the fifth novella in the GODS OF LOVE series, but each story is designed as a stand-alone with the Greek gods of desire as a common theme. The series can be read in any order.



"You want me to walk through the fires of Hell to save you? Phthonos, you ask too much."

"Not to save me, Olivia. To save yourself." The dark tone of his correction shivered down her spine in a sensation that was equal parts fear and desire. She knew this was a dream; had relived the sleep-induced fiction every night this week. She needed to wake up before the bit where he started to burn, where she reached toward him and…oh God, the flames were consuming him already. It was too fast, too powerful…his beautiful face twisted in pain, the clear green eyes flashing desperation as he stretched out a clutching hand…she leaned in, connected with his fingers, and the greedy flames engulfed her too…

For the sixth time that week Liv sat bolt upright in bed, the scream still lodged in her throat and the bedcovers in a twisted mess around her legs. Sweat coated her body. Not the heady exotic scent of post-coital perspiration, either. No. This was the sharp acrid scent of sheer terror, of illness. Of something wrong at her core.

She reached for the brown hair tie on her wrist and snapped it. Once. Twice. A third time. Count to three, then snap again, over and over, the rhythm so familiar by now she didn't need to think. Gradually her heart stopped its uncomfortable thumping and her breathing began to even out. The anxiety attack was receding.

One last snap of the wrist band, the one for luck that she always had to finish with, and she was back in control once again. A swift kick with her left foot removed the sheet and she climbed wearily out of bed before turning back to straighten the tangled covers. Phthonos. Whoever the heck you are, whichever little piece of my imagination that you sprang from, you need to let me get some sleep, hon.

Copyright 2014 Jennifer Lynne


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance, mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. When she’s not writing what her family and friends call “porn for chicks” and what she prefers to call “super-hot romance for intelligent readers”, she is working in the admin day job, running around after two teenage daughters and trying to find time for her lovely new husband.

Jennifer is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. Over the past two years she has also embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her GODS OF LOVE romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing.

Find her on the web at:



 Jennifer will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Card, plus a signed print copy of GODS OF LOVE (1-3) and a set of the GODS OF LOVE cover postcards to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (International Giveaway), and a $20 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn host.

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May 28, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Hope #33

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, where authors post free fiction of 1000 words or less each week. I used the following prompt: “Time to choose.”

Hope #33

“Time to choose,” Silvion said.
“Huh?” I blinked at him, trying my best to comprehend his words. “Choose what?”
“Whether you're going to put your life on the line or not.”
Shane rubbed his head against my face, yipping softly. I transferred my gaze from Silvion to the spectacle in the sky. Two gigantic dragons met high in the air, their large wings gleaming in the sunlight. Both of them threw back their sinuous necks and roared.
This time I didn't stay on my feet. I staggered against a tree, pressing my back against the rough bark, to somehow tether me to reality. When the deafening sounds tapered off, Shane tugged at my pants leg.
On shaky legs, I straightened up and drew in a deep breath. “All right, let's do this.”
Silvion's eyes clouded, but he said nothing. He held out my backpack, and I shouldered into it. Another roar rang through the air, causing me to fall to my knees. Above us, the two dragons seemed to dance around each other.
“You don't have much time,” Silvion said.
I nodded. Shane leaped ahead, and I fell into a trot beside him. I wished Silvion would accompany us. I didn't know him well—no, scratch that, I didn't know him at all—but I still felt safer with him hanging around.
Shane lengthened his leaps, and I increased my own speed. After a short distance, I was puffing and my lungs burned. The last months had drained me of any kind of endurance I'd ever possessed. I forced myself to forge ahead anyway. This was our only chance.
The occasional roars from the dragons interrupted our progress. Neither of us managed to stand on our feet when they thundered their welcome or desire or whatever it was dragons told each other.
Dragons. There were dragons. Hysterical laughter bubbled up inside me, making it even harder to get enough air into my lungs.
The outer walls of the charcoal castle popped into our way and, without thinking, I vaulted the wall. Shane sailed over it as well, and we both landed on rubble and blood-drenched earth. The stench assaulted my olfactory system, and my stomach heaved. It barely left me enough time to bend forward and empty myself.
Shane yowled and emitted the same gagging noises. When I was done, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and turned around to look for Shane. His little body trembled as he pushed his nose through the debris.
Thousands of dragon scales littered the ground. A cascade of red and black shimmered in the sun. My stomach churned again. The sight reminded me of a bloodbath.
Shane lifted his head and barked. I asked, “What? There are thousands of scales! Just eat one of each!”
He stamped his right forepaw on the ground. When I came closer I realized none of the scales were intact. Swallowing, I squatted down and brushed torn scales aside, hoping to find an unharmed one.
A high-pitched keening sound resounded from the sky. I dared a glance upward and grimaced. The dragons were locked together, only their wings flapped rhythmically.
“I guess they don't need much time to mate,” I muttered.
Anxiety had a firm grip on me, and it was all I could do not to let it develop into a full-blown panic attack. I lowered myself to my knees and shoved aside a high pile of scales. A ray of sunlight illuminated a scarlet scale. My breath caught in my throat as I carefully picked it up.
“Shane,” I whispered. “I got one.”
When he didn't answer, I looked over at him. He lifted his head, a black scale held securely between his lips.

May 24, 2014

How does a certain word feel to you? Plus giveaway!

I'm so used to writing and reading in English that I was excited but also anxious to read the translation of A Purrfect Match. Well, I finished reading Stubentiger wider Willen. It was like reading a completely different book. ;-)

Nevertheless I enjoyed reading it in German. Some words or phrases didn't translate well and it felt odd to read these sentences. But here's what really got me thinking:

In m/m fiction the words "cock" and "ass" are used regularly. I never really thought whether these words would sound derogatory or not. Hmm, maybe derogatory isn't the right word to describe my feelings. Anyway, when I read the book in German I was taken aback by the translation because it sounded so vulgar. (Ah, see, I knew the word would come to me. Damn bilingualism!) If I'd written the book in German right away I'd probably used words like "penis" and "butt". While I know they mean the same, they sound softer and more pleasant to my ears.

What's your opinion on the matter? I'm really interested in your honest opinion.

I'm giving away a paperback copy of Stubentiger wider Willen (for the German readers) or a paperback copy of A Purrfect Match to one commenter. The winner will be drawn by on May 27th.

May 22, 2014

Goddess Fish Promotions: The Surgeon's Apprentice by Richard Longfellow

The Surgeon’s Apprentice
by Richard Longfellow



Alex is a ditzy but adorable final-year medical student, whose sex life seems doomed to fantasies about Hollywood hunks and abuse and misuse of the mirror in his bedroom. Then along comes blond and blue-eyed Will, all sinewy muscles, a gorgeous face and a top orthopaedic surgeon to boot, but equally hopeless when it comes to love. Their first encounter in his clinic is almost ruined by an embarrassing incident with a pair of disposable briefs, but mutual attraction prevails and brings them together.

When ghosts from Will's past threaten their future together and all looks lost, Alex devises a plan to save Will’s reputation.

But will love be enough to save the day and win Alex the man of his dreams? Or will he be doomed to eating his favorite apple crumble all alone-–with lashings of crème anglaise, of course.



Alex sat outside Mr J’s office waiting to be called in. It had been raining heavily and his clothes were damp from the walk to the hospital. Thankfully, his pain receptors were no longer firing off whenever he moved and the bruises had turned a less alarming yellowy-brown. There was certainly nothing outward about him that would make Mr J know about the assault. And he planned to keep it that way, as it was basically his fault that he’d been beaten up.

The door opened. “Come on in, Alex. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Alex followed Mr J and sat down next to him. He rummaged in his bag for his statement and placed it on the table in front of them for Mr J to read. It was a few pages long and Alex used the time to absorb details about the man next to him. He had a comforting, recently showered smell to him and his hair was still damp. His right ear had been pierced sometime in the past although the hole was closed up. His nose was straight and his nostrils flared sexily. He’d missed a few hairs above the Adam’s apple when shaving. Alex was mesmerized by the movements of his soft lips as he spoke. So much for moving on from his infatuation.

Alex?” Mr J asked. He’d turned to look at him.

Alex blushed and hoped that Mr J hadn’t noticed anything. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr Jackson. Where had we got to?”

Alex, I was asking you what you found out at the pub.”

Oh yes. Okay, I met up with someone who knew me from when I worked behind the bar. She asked me what I’d been doing recently and I mentioned your name. She immediately recognised it and started talking about a regular in the pub who was alleging the wrong operation had been performed. She also mentioned he was suing the hospital for a six-figure sum. Did you know that?”

I’m afraid so.”

Anyway, she then talked about him coming into the pub on a crutch, but with the injured leg shifting from one to the other almost daily. To cap it all, she’d overheard a couple of his family planning the whole thing. So, she thinks he was putting it on.”

Alex was aware that Mr J was looking at him while he was speaking and he seemed to be examining his profile. He reddened again and felt strangely self-conscious.

Mr J cleared his throat. “So, Alex, putting the statements from you and my registrar together, what this adds up to is that Mr Peters could be pulling a fast one. But the fact that my registrar didn’t check your clerking makes things more difficult. On the other hand, what you turned up from your inquiries at the pub certainly suggests duplicity. But we can’t use that information directly as it is just hearsay. Quite frankly, I’m not sure why my registrar recommended the knee replacement anyway, as the osteoarthritic changes on X-ray are fairly minor. Still, he’s being discharged with outpatient physiotherapy and we’ll just have to see what the hospital makes of the whole picture.”

Mr J stood up. “I’m really grateful for all the work you’ve put into this, and particularly your bit of private investigation. I’ll definitely be recommending you for a commendation.”

Gosh, thanks, Mr Jackson,” said Alex, thinking that’d be the first commendation he’d ever got in a surgical firm.

Oh, Alex, there is one other thing,” Mr J said, just as Alex was about to open the door to leave.

Yes?” asked Alex, his anxiety level climbing sky high.

Mr J was looking directly at him and he seemed to be smiling nervously. “I’m not sure how to say this, and the medical school would probably have kittens if they knew, but I’m going to say it anyway…” It was a pause of elephantine proportions. “…Alex, I’m wondering whether you’d like to go out for a drink.”

Alex was stunned. “You mean a coffee?”

Whatever you like,” replied Mr J, his smile appearing more confident. “After all, I’m buying. We could have something to eat as well.”

There was a brief silence when they just looked at each other - and properly looking this time. “You don’t mean for a date, do you?” Alex asked, hardly daring to believe the turnaround from the despair and pain of the last couple of weeks.

I hope so. If you don’t mind, of course. And the name’s Will, by the way.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Richard Longfellow resides in London, Great Britain and works as a doctor. He’s tall, dark and handsome, and currently unattached. When he’s not tending to his patients, he enjoys stroking his two cats, movies with happy endings and opening the very best champagne, although not necessarily in that order. His favourite male movie stars include Brad Pitt and Hugh Jackman. ‘The Surgeon’s Apprentice’ is his first novella of quintessentially British, gay erotica.


Richard will be awarding a $25 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

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May 21, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Hope #32

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, where authors post free fiction of 1000 words or less each week. I used the following prompt: “Don’t you know I put the f in fabulous, darling?”

Hope #32

What do you mean you have no idea?” I asked, my voice hitching to an almost screech.
Quiet!” Silvion ordered. He grasped my elbow and towed me deeper into the forest, behind a large tree that was obscured by thick bushes with nasty thorns.
Shane stayed clear of the bush and laid down in a small recess, filled with dry- and old-looking leaves. He huffed, then rested his head on his forepaws, sending me a look that was filled with so much sadness I swallowed heavily.
I yanked my arm free of Silvion's grasp. Well, I tried to, but when he growled at me, I changed tactics. Instead of pulling away, I kept still and gazed up at him. “Would you please let go of me? Thank you so very much.”
Silvion's other hand closed on my free arm, and a scowl appeared on his face. Shane whined and hid his eyes behind his paws. I shook my head and, despite the situation, I quirked a grin. “Stop imitating Disney characters.”
Shane lifted one paw, barked and thumped his tail on the ground, causing leaves to crumble and fly in every direction.
You're not taking this seriously,” Silvion grumbled, drawing my attention back to him.
Of course I am!”
No, you aren’t. And you also don't have a plan how to obtain the dragon scales and get away from their nest.” After a long moment, he added, “Alive.”
At least he released me, and I could step out of his reach. Rubbing my arms, I wondered if his grip would leave bruises. I wasn't brash—usually—but I couldn't hold my tongue. In a dramatic gesture, I flipped my hair out of my face, jutted out my hip, and said, “Of course I have a plan. Don’t you know I put the f in fabulous, darling?”
Silvion gaped at me. Shane cocked his head to the side, his ears perked up, an intense look on his face. The kind of look that told me I'd just painted myself into a corner—or worse.
I shifted until my stance was natural again, then cast a nervous glance at Silvion. His large hands were balled into fists, and a thick vein pulsed visibly at his right temple. His eyes conveyed anger—no, fury was the better word for it—and I started to sweat.
Awkward. I licked my lips and flapped my arms through the air, then slapped them against my flanks.
Look,” I said, but trailed off when Silvion advanced on me. If he decided to knock me around, there was nothing I could do about that. Which didn't help me with my trembling limbs and the difficulty of drawing in breaths.
I winced when Silvion put his hands on my hips and lifted me off my feet until our eyes were on a par. He didn't say a word, just scrutinized me for an eternity. I cleared my throat after a while, but never dropped my gaze. Silvion's fingers tightened on me before he said, “You're so fragile, and so scared, and still you're joking around as if this was nothing serious. I don't understand you.”
I could dissolve into tears and cling to you if that's what you prefer,” I said. Silvion's horrified expression brought a reluctant smile to my face. I added, with a shrug, “That's just my way of dealing with things. You're right. I'm scared out of my mind. But I want Shane back.”
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I choked on my next words. “I want him back so much.”
Silvion's expression softened, and suddenly I found myself locked into a tight embrace. I wrapped my arms around his sturdy neck and rested my head on his shoulder, soaking up the comfort he offered. Silvion rubbed my back for a while, then set me back on my feet. Shane bounced around me, whining.
I snatched him up in my arms and nuzzled my face against his furred head. He licked my face, all the while making those endearing, enthusiastic puppy noises.
A roar that shook the earth and caused me to reel into Silvion interrupted my cuddling session with Shane. Dazed and terrified, I asked, “What was that?”
The dragon's mate is calling him. Now is the time to collect the scales,” Silvion answered.
Oh, fuckety-fuck! What now?

May 14, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Hope #31

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, where authors post free fiction of 1000 words or less each week. I used the following prompt: “Whose bright idea was this, again?”

Hope #31

While Shane and Silvion slept, I enjoyed the sun on my skin, allowed the quietness of the surrounding nature to seep into me. At least to a certain degree, because after some time the sun started to burn and the calmness annoyed me. Didn't the birds and bees know that Shane wasn't supposed to be a puppy? That I'd believed him dead? Or that Silvion would lead us to a place where we were supposed to pick up dragon scales for Shane to eat, so he could shift back into his human-form?
I huffed, irritated at myself. Of course the birds didn't know. Neither did they care, and why should they? It didn't matter to them—just to me. It mattered so much to me. I longed to feel Shane's arms around me, to see the light teasing smile on his face, and to hear his voice calling my name.
Shane kicked his legs, yelped, and then his eyes snapped open. A growl reverberated through his small chest but he shivered.
Hey, what's the matter?”
Shane looked up at me, still trembling, and barked. I said, “I wish I'd taken the letters with me, so I could understand you better.”
He licked my hand before he bounced off my lap and vanished behind a boulder to do his business. Silvion rose to his feet in a graceful, fluid movement that I never thought a man of his hulk could possess. He winked at me when he caught me staring. I averted my eyes, willing my face to stop flaming, right when Shane ambled back to us.
Seconds later, Shane wiggled into my arms, nudging his nose firmly against any body part he could reach. Sometimes he growled at me, which sent me into fits of hysterical laughter. Shane seemed to be jealous. How very ridiculous.
I shouldered into my backpack when he'd calmed down, and we walked away from the small creek, along a winding forest path. The loose soil swallowed most of our noise, but squeaks and scurrying feet announced our presence anyway.
After we stepped out of the small forest, hills stretched out as far as the eye could see. Straight in my line of vision appeared the same large hill I'd seen earlier, when I'd looked into the mirror and Shane had breathed on it. I gasped. The charcoal-colored castle loomed like a giant on the hill, despite its bad condition. The arched gate swung back and forth in the breeze, but at least it didn't bang.
The sky was overcast, with heavy clouds almost touching the tip of the castle's single tower. How in the hell had the tower been preserved when the walls had crumbled to nothingness?
Sudden, rhythmic gusts drew my attention further to the sky. I frowned at it, then at Silvion, who was resting one of his ginormous hands on my left forearm. Shane whined and dove behind my legs, tucking his tail away as he did so.
What's—” I cut myself off when a red-colored dragon sailed out of the clouds and landed neatly on top of the tower.
My legs trembled and everything inside me froze. The dragon stretched its neck, sniffing the air.
When I managed to convince my vocal cords of producing sounds again, I asked, “Who's bright idea was this, again?”
I'm not sure,” Silvion whispered. “But for now, we should retreat into the forest. You need to wait till the dragon seeks out his mate. Only then will you have at least a sliver of a chance to cross the distance without it attacking you.”
What does it do with its mate? Kiss it? Invite it for dinner?”
Silvion cast me a look that said clearly he found my sense of humor in need of further development. Still, he answered, “They have sex. While they're at it, they forget everything around them. It's your only chance to get to the ruin alive.”
How do we get out of there?” I asked, then added, “Alive, I mean.”
I have no idea,” Silvion replied.

May 10, 2014

Reviews, promo, e-mails and recommendations

Soooo, I'm not sure if you remember that I debated whether to write to an author or not (because I wanted to gush about that author's book). Well, I did and he answered with a very nice e-mail. I admit I've even saved the e-mail on my computer because I was so happy to receive an answer. :)

Anyway, since then I'm thinking about reviews, necessary and unnecessary promotion, and so on. I've tried different routes with my two new releases, The Wolf and His Diva, and Sacrifices. Plus, I also send the German publisher a few trinkets (buttons of Andrew and Jim) to celebrate the German translation of A Purrfect Match, called Stubentiger wider Willen. (Hey, and did you see how I sneaked in a little bit of promo? *rolls eyes*).

No matter what I try to do, the only thing that really works (for me at least) is word of mouth and reviews. I wanted to use this blog post to thank each of you for buying my books and for helping to spread the word. I'm very grateful for every review. Okay, I'll be honest here--I like the positive reviews much better than the negative ones. Go figure, huh?

I'm not much of a reviewer myself. If I really love a book it's a hard job for me to get my thoughts sorted and put into words what it is that caused me to fall in love with that book. I do try, however, or at least leave a rating on GoodReads.

Lately, I've read some books by Megan Derr and fell in love with them. I read the Princes of the Blood series and I'm eagerly awaiting the third book, which is scheduled for release in July. High fantasy at its best. :)

Since I have to wait for that book, I dug around and after a recommendation from Nikyta decided to try her Lost Gods series. If you love fantasy, you'll love this series! It consists of five books:

Nine gods ruled the world, until the ultimate betrayal resulted in their destruction. Now, the world is dying and only by restoring the Lost Gods can it be saved.

Nine hundred years ago, the Dragons of the Three Storms, gods of chaos, tried to destroy their land of Kundou. Only by rising up and slaying the Dragons and stealing their power was Kundou saved. Now, that power resides in the royal family and grants them the right to rule.

But that power comes at a terrible price, and Prince Nankyokukai is determined that he will be the last to pay it—even if it means surrendering his chance with the man he has waited for his entire life.

 Nine gods ruled the world until the ultimate betrayal resulted in their destruction. Now, the world is dying, and only by restoring the Lost Gods can it be saved.

In the land of Pozhar, the people fear the return of Zhar Ptitsa, the god of souls and rebirth who nearly destroyed them nine hundred years ago in a terrible rage. To prevent his rebirth, the people hunt down and sacrifice Vessels, those born with a piece of Zhar Ptitsa's soul within them.

The Sacred Texts say that one thousand such Vessels will be born and all must be sacrificed to destroy Zhar Ptitsa once and for all. Now, only two pieces remain in the bodies of two thieves who will not go to the Flames without a fight.

 Nine gods ruled the world until the ultimate betrayal resulted in their destruction. Now, the world is dying and only by restoring the Lost Gods can it be saved.

The Kingdom of Piedre has been torn apart by feuding since the Basilisk was found dead. The Brotherhood of the Black Rose seeks to ensure the Basilisk is destroyed forever, while the Order of the White Rose searches desperately for a way to restore him.

The latest mortal incarnation of the Lost God of Death is Prince Culebra, the Basilisk Prince. Plagued by assassins, one lover dead and the other gone, Culebra spends his days in despair, painfully aware that his predecessors died only one of two ways: murder or suicide.

Nine gods ruled the world until the ultimate betrayal resulted in their destruction. Now, the world is dying and only by restoring the Lost Gods can it be saved.

Verde is ruled by the mortal reincarnations of their Lost Gods: the Faerie Queen, the Pegasus, and the Unicorn, slain nine centuries ago at the base of their Sacred Oak. Every one hundred years, the tragedy repeats itself, plunging Verde ever deeper into despair.

Now, the Tragedy of the Oak draws near and Gael, the Unicorn, grows increasingly afraid because of a dark secret kept by the Three: If he cannot find a way to break the tragic cycle, the Twelve White Beasts and his secret lover are cursed to die right alongside him.

  Nine gods ruled the world, until the ultimate betrayal resulted in their destruction. Now, the world is dying and only by restoring the Lost Gods can it be saved.

Sealed off from the world for nine hundred years, Schatten is a country of darkness and mystery. The power of Teufel, Shadow of the Lost Licht, keeps the rest of the world out, and his deadly Sentinels keep the people of Schatten in. Their only hope for salvation lies in a single line of ancient prophecy.

Sasha wakes up with no memory of where he is, how he got there—or who he is. All he remembers is his name, and falling to a terrible beast with burning violet eyes. All he possesses are the clothes he wears, the weapons he carries, and a strange ring. All he can do is venture deeper into the land of snow and ice in which he is lost, hoping that eventually he will find answers.

The setting of the stories is full and rich and in each book you'll follow the paths of two couples. The relationship between the characters was often marked by a deep longing. All characters were sympathetic and the story of each book as well as the overall story arc was gripping. I devoured those books. My only niggle is that the first two books showed a lot of spelling errors. But that didn't stop me from practically inhaling these books. Hell, I even cried while I read the last two of this series. It's been a few days since I finished reading the series and no book has appealed to me since then, which is a sure sign that I'm not ready to let go of the world and the characters Megan Derr has created. I hope some of you will check out this series, it's worth it! 

May 07, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Hope #30

Welcome to Wednesday Briefs, where authors post free fiction of 1000 words or less each week. I used the following prompt: “Do you need help?”

Hope #30

I lost all track of time as I followed Silvion through sometimes knee-high grass. After a while we rested at a lazily swirling small creek. Birds chirped close by in a strip of thick bushes and small trees. Everything seemed so cozy and filled with life.
It's beautiful here,” I said.
Silvion looked up from his crouched position, water running through his cupped hands. He splashed water into his face, then rose to his feet, taxing me with a long, scrutinizing look. Shane rested next to me, his small chest heaving in a regular pattern. It was soothing just to watch him. Still, my hands itched to reach out and pet him, make sure he was just sleeping and not dead.
I jerked my gaze from Shane to Silvion, who sat down on my other side. He asked, “You thought he was dead, right?”
I fumbled with the straps of my backpack, which somehow seemed to defy my fingers. I muttered something under my breath but the damn straps only got stuck.
Do you need help?” Silvion asked, the laughter suppressed but still audible in his voice.
I shot him a dark look but after another try sat back on my butt and said, “Yes.”
Silvion rolled onto his knees and deftly opened the straps, then set the backpack aside, against a small boulder. He ruffled my hair, which resulted in an almost tumble to the side from me. “Oh, sorry. I forgot again.”
Yeah, yeah, I better write 'Caution. Fragile content' on my forehead.”
Silvion guffawed, slapping his hands on his thighs as he did so. Shane blinked his eyes open. His ears perked up as he gazed from Silvion to me and back again. He clambered to his feet, stretched himself and yawned, then stomped his paws on my thigh and butted his head against my shoulder.
I pulled him on my lap, petted and kissed him. He wiggled in my arms, his lips curled up in a smile, or what I interpreted as a smile. Silvion regarded us with a pensive expression.
We'll rest for some time, then go on,” he said. With that, he lay back with his head cushioned on his large hands, and closed his eyes. Moments later, deep snores filled the air.
I snickered. “Think I should tease him later?”
Shane yipped and licked my face.
Shane barked affirmation and I pulled a face. “Why not? He doesn't seem dangerous to me.”
Shane growled and shoved his nose firmly against my throat. For a second, I feared he'd bite me, which was ridiculous. He'd never been anything but tender with me. Why did I suddenly believe he could or would harm me?
Shane's tongue slipped out and he lavished my throat and neck. I endured the tickling sensation only a moment before I peeled him away, giggling. “Stop that or the giant over there wakes up.”
Shane peered over my shoulder, then climbed down into my lap. I was too keyed up to lie down and sleep, so I sat cross-legged, with Shane curled on top of me.
Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
He yawned again, but did as I bid. It didn't take him long to fall asleep as well. I drew in a deep breath and raised my face up, so the sunrays could warm me. Although I knew it was only an illusion, I clung to the hope that this was just a nice walk in the park and not a life-and-death situation.

May 05, 2014

Goddess Fish Promotions: FAG by Krissy Bells

by Krissy Bells



Aaron Garrett is many things in life: he is a son, a friend, a student, and caring boyfriend to his lovely girlfriend Leigh Ann. In these roles, he is kind, hardworking, smart, loving, dedicated, and considerate. At Jefferson High School, he is a leader, a football star, and well-respected by his peers. Aaron’s life is perfectly on track, he is pursuing a college scholarship and hopeful for the future, except for just one thing: Aaron Garrett is gay. When a former child star from Aaron’s small Southern town saturates the national media after making homophobic comments, Aaron’s life is turned upside down as supporters rally around the sentiments. Social media attention begins to swell nationally and locally until it begins to eat away at every part of Aaron’s existence.



After school, Aaron entered the locker room and dressed for football practice amongst his teammates. Jason was already there, ready for practice. He was the quarterback and a remarkable one at that. Aaron sat on the locker-room bench lacing up his cleats.

I tried to find you at lunch,” Jason said.

I was going to come down, but Leigh Ann had to work on some stuff for art class, so I just ate with her while she was finishing up.”

That’s cool. I’m hanging out with Amy Lawrence tonight. You and Leigh Ann wanna come double date?”

Can’t tonight. I told Leigh I’d go to church with her for a Bible study.”

Jason laughed. “You’re right—it’s probably better if you don’t come.” Jason began thrusting his groin back and forth. “You know Amy loves big Jay!”

You’re probably right . . . I think we’ll sit this one out.” Aaron couldn’t help but find Jason’s behavior laughable. “Hey, I thought I saw you on the commercial for the upcoming season of 16 and Pregnant. Congrats, buddy.” Aaron and Jason laughed.

Don’t worry, brother, I always wrap it before I tap it. You’re just jealous. Too bad Leigh Ann’s so uptight. You must be dying!” Jason said jokingly.

Man . . . don’t talk about her like that, Jason,” Aaron’s face grew stern.


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Krissy Bells was born and raised in the Detroit metro area. A former school secretary, she now spends her days as a stay-at-home mom. She is passionate about her family and friends, her Dachshund named Harry, and anything topped with cheese or chocolate. Krissy can be contacted at Thank you for reading!

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May 01, 2014

Dreamspinner Press Birthday Celebration!

It's May, which means Dreamspinner Press celebrates again. :) Make sure to check out their website, Twitter and Facebook regularly.

All Romance Books, ARe, is having all DSP titles 15% off in celebration of their 7th Anniversary. A good time to stock up on new books. My TBR pile keeps getting higher and higher. lol

In other news: I submitted the third and last Jeff Woods novel, Swordplay, a few days ago. Currently I'm working on the second sci-fi novel in a new series, and hope to finish at the end of May. We'll see how that goes. I also should be flashing again next week.

Sacrifices received a wonderful review from Jodi at Smoocher's Voice

In case you're interested in taking a peek at the cover for my August release Unicorn Rescue, you can have a look here.

Other than that: work is keeping me busier than I can handle on some days but I still love it. I'm weird that way. ;-) We're also enjoying the good weather and I'm planning a trip to Brussels later this year (when my good friend Rosie will be visiting us).