Sunday, September 13, 2015

New Release: Let the Good Times Roll

Lu Felix: college dropout, tour guide and possessed with the power to see the dead. If she could change one of those things, it would be the latter. When the haunted mansion she works at starts to get a bit more active when a new owner shows up. Bodies start to drop and it becomes clear that Lu is either going to have to accept her gift or let more people die.

Working at the Sauvageau estate was never part of Lu's life plan, but when she was forced to drop out of college after a nervous break down she needed a job and she didn't want to go back home to Dad. It wasn't just stress that caused her break though, it was the ghosts. The power she'd tried to push came roaring back and while the estate isn't exactly ghost free, at least most of the spirits are friendly.

But not all of the estate's ghosts are Casper, and when blood is spilled on the grounds, the darker spirits begin to emerge and an old pattern starts up again. While the estate's new owner, Jasper Savage, brings in a host of psychics to take a look at the place, Lu tries to keep her distance. But when an old boyfriend is murdered on the grounds and her friends are put into danger she finds herself drawn into the fray. Lu is going to have to tap into her powers and get to the heart of the estate's spirits before she and the other psychics end up as the estate's latest ghosts.

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You may remember Lu from The Hellfire Legacy, Fynn's third book. The red haired Southern beauty's past was always something I wanted to write about and thus, Let the Good Times Roll was written. I hope you all enjoy learning about Lu in what I hope is only the first installment about the Ladies of the Night Shift.


Missouri Dalton

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Blog Tour Winners!

I've reached out to everyone that has been drawn so far, either via email or as a reply to your comment on a post. That being said, we had two posts that received no comments at all, but I'm still going to give those prizes away. I'll be pulling names from the hat of commenters from the entire tour run and they'll be awarded those prizes that did not see entrants. I figured this was the fairest way to go about it.

If you got a reply to a comment from me, please shoot me an email, though I know in one case I did manage to track someone's email address down after I replied, so that one can be ignored if you got an email from me already.

Thanks for following the tour!



Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Happy Winter-Time Holiday of Choice

Well everyone, I'll be silent until the blog tour starts on the 28th, we're kicking things off over at Emily Well's blog!

For now, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season, free of illness and mishaps.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Santa's Little Kinksters: Guest Bloggers

 Today I would like to welcome Erin McRae and Racheline Maltese to the blog! They're here to talk to you about their new release, Evergreen, of the Santa's Little Kinkster's anthology, available now from Torquere Press and on Amazon if you prefer.. Take it away folks!

As a native New Yorker, being involved in writing a holiday story about Christmas was actually something of a challenge for me.  That’s because there are two New Yorks during the Christmas season. There’s the one that happens in Midtown Manhattan, that involves bright lights, expensive shopping, and often unbearable crowds, and there’s the one that happens in the rest of New York. That other holiday season is smaller, more local, and takes place on a neighborhood by neighborhood basis.  It also tends to be very quiet. 

After all, New York is filled with people who moved here from other places, which means they usually return to those places around the holiday season. For people that grew up here we often say that we like the holidays simply because everyone leaves. The bulk of Evergreen takes place in Brooklyn, just a neighborhood or two away from mine. It’s about what happens when Liam, who grew up in New York and moved to L.A. for work, comes home for the holidays to his family and his childhood friends. Presenting that quiet New York, the one that tourists don’t see and probably wouldn’t find that interesting, in a compelling way was challenging. It’s a very different type of romantic Christmas feeling than the one most readers are familiar with.

But what we hope that readers discover all the beauty of that romance that comes from quiet streets and familiar haunts. From the privacy (as private as one can get in New York, at least) of the backyard of Liam’s parents’ townhouse, to the hush of Liam’s street during a Christmas Eve snowfall, Christmas in this New York is full of moments of unexpected magic. And even in a big, outrageous city like New York, and a busy, complicated life like Liam’s, at its core, romance is about the trust and comfort of home.
When bisexual polyamorous TV star Liam Campbell returns home to New York City for the holidays he finds out his his best friend (with benefits) Charles Ortwin has recently acquired a serious boyfriend. Thrown by not being the center of everyone's attention, Liam seeks out advice from three of his chosen family: ex-lover and co-star J. Alex Cook, boss and asexual romantic companion Victor Salcido Santillan, and fiancée Carly Amadahy, each of whom are tied up with their own sensual pleasures.

When a holiday party ends in a series of arguments between Charles, the new boyfriend, and Liam, it takes a snowy Christmas, a bit of honest communication, and some delightful sexual agony to put everything back as it should be.

Erin McRae and Racheline Maltese are authors of the gay romance series
Love in Los Angeles, set in the film and television industry (Starling (September 10, 2014), Doves (January 21, 2015), and Phoenix (June 10, 2015)), all from Torquere Press. Their gay romance novella Midsummer (Summer 2015), about a summerstock Shakespeare company, is from Dreamspinner Press. Racheline is a NYC-based performer and storyteller; Erin is a writer and blogger based in Washington, D.C. They write stories and scripts about the intersection of private lives, fame, and desire. You can find them at

Monday, December 8, 2014

A Curse on the Mountain: Sneak Peek #2

At the very top of a mountain shrouded in dark clouds was a city, the capital of a kingdom called Eldore. It had rained for a thousand years, with no indication it would ever stop. Centuries ago the city was cursed by Cai, a god torn from the mortal woman he loved by Death and the borders that limited his influence outside the kingdom he called home. The other gods refused to allow the lovers to reunite after her death, and in his grief and anger, the once loving god turned his sorrow into a curse.
Clouds formed over the mountain and the plains on the first day, dark clouds filled to bursting with Cai’s tears. Those raindrops fell onto the city and continued to fall as the god cried for his beloved wife, withheld from him by the jealousy of his brethren. Over time the clouds shrank as Cai’s power diminished, until only the mountain was subjected to his curse.
The mountain’s name had been lost to time, and the records on which that name was inscribed had long since succumbed to must and mold and damp. The city perched on its crest was called Var Eldore. Like all cities on mountains, the wealthy lived at the peak while those with less struggled closer to the bottom. Unlike all other cities on mountains, there was a slightly more practical reason for this than simple ego or even defense. It was the rain. The rain flooded the lowlands beneath the mountain. The poor built their homes upon stilts of stone, while the rich built elaborate systems to divert the water from one place to another.
The rainwater eventually made its way to the plains below the mountain. The plains muddied and sank and became a marsh, a cold, harsh place where little life grew. What life there was came in dangerous forms. Large beasts of claw and tooth and pebbled leather hide. For the most part, carnivores roamed the thick swamp. Stretching farther from the marsh, the plains took hold again. The great beasts were present there as well, but tamed by the efforts of those who dwelt on the plains. A people apart from their pale neighbors on the mountain, the Ruvi were gypsies and nomads with dark skin and hair the color of blood. Legend told of the time when the mountains to the far east split open to allow passage, and these strangers came to the plains.
The winds swept the grasses and drew music from the reeds at the edge of the swamp. Sunlight warmed the plains, and the Ruvi kept their herds in peace. They traded east and west, and even with the city, though Var Eldore was a dangerous place for a Ruvi to go. Slave markets abounded in the lower city, called the Mire by those who lived there, and the traders weren’t particularly choosy about where their wares came from. They raided the plains and stole children from their beds. The small settlements on the edge of the swamp were all fair game to those vile men with their vile trade. Farther up the mountain, slums and slave markets gave way to taverns and tradesmen, and farther still were the fine shops where petty nobles and wealthy merchants spent their coin.
It was also there, in the highest reaches of the city, where the guild of magic resided. Many such guilds dotted the city landscape. There were those traditional edifices for carpenters and wheelwrights, bakers and smiths in Blathe’s Row, but in the Palace Green, in the shadow of the Royal Castle, the Mage Guild stood as testament to the power and influence of magic.
For every guild there were guild lords. The Mage Guild had nine, though the trade guilds were limited to three. These lords were powerful, wealthy and influential. Through the guilds the people of the city felt security, and over all of this was the king. Every profession had its guild, and every member had protection.
Except not every member was equal. Certainly in trade there were those merchants with more power than others. There would always be a better blacksmith and a smarter alchemist. In magic, however, it was different. There was magic that killed, magic that healed. Magic to build and protect. For each of those schools there were those guild members that stood out. Sentinels who watched and worked closely with the King’s Watch, the city’s erstwhile police force; Enforcers who dealt out justice with the Crown’s grace and no trial; Healers who could knit bone and blood with a touch;  Artificers who made armor and weapons of magic.
Yet these masters of the arcane were only a handful in comparison to the numbers boasted by the guilds of trade and craft. These more mundane men and women kept their heads out of palace politics and avoided places like the Mage Guild and the dangerous wizards it bred. They worked in their forges and shops and simply tried to make a living in a cursed city.
It was at such a shop, on a particularly foul-weathered day, winter beginning to settle in on the mountain, that a man stood by a window staring out at the sky and the dark clouds that still hovered over the mountain.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

The News

First off, thank you to the hosts I have thus far! There are still three dates free, the 29th, the 2nd and the 3rd are still up in the air. I'm putting together posts and prize sets now and in all trying to be as organized as possible while battling a cold? I think it's a cold. I've had four cups of tea today. Black tea. Highly caffeinated, plus one cup of herbal tea that has helped the symptoms to some degree.

I've also been replaying Bioshock 2, as it seemed the thing to do. On Hard mode this time because it was too easy on normal. Anywho....

I just read Vixen's Valor by Charlie Cochet... The North Pole City Tales are a highlight of my Christmas season, they really are. I've just started pre-ordering them whenever I see I new one on the Coming Soon page because I know they're going to be heart-warming, a bit naughty and just all around wonderful. I just wish she'd write something longer in that world. And of course I want to see the boys from Mending Noel again.

In other news, I've got another Night Wars short reverted into my hands, so I'm adding it into what I hope to be a full-blown Anthology of Night Wars short stories. All the old ones plus a few new ones. Right now I'm trying to finish something totally unrelated with brand new characters you've never seen but after that I'm going to work on The Evil Eye which is a book from Jack's perspective and delves more deeply into his family, secrets, and past. As far as The Night Wars go I have Jack's book, then I have a plot for a book for Michael, a novella I think for Bronson and definitely a revisit of Station House Six. Then, however, we'll be moving on. I've got Divisions abroad to look at, as well as New York, New Orleans and St. Louis.

In YA news, the Guidebook series will continue with the addition of two novels I'm working on. How to Breathe Fire  deals with the dragon you met in Vampirism and You! but I'm at a standstill plot-wise so no real progress is being made. On the other hand I have Baying at the Moon, which will deal with the supposedly non-existent werewolf (well, vampires do keep secrets after all). That one I am looking forward to quite a bit. I have plans and plots for about five more books in total for that series.

This year did not go the way I wanted it to. I had hoped to publish four books this year and only pulled out two. A lot of this had to do with a mystery illness and a long bout of depression. I'm feeling better now, more focused and more like myself. I don't think I noticed how bad I had gotten until I started to feel better.

For next year, I won't make any battle plans. I'm not going to promise anything because I just want to focus on the writing, on continuing to get better and telling the stories I love.

A Curse on the Mountain is a story I've been trying to tell for a long time. I started it my Freshman year of college and have been fighting with it since. I think it and I came to an understanding, and I hope it's a story that you will all enjoy reading as much as I've enjoyed writing.