Wednesday, March 4, 2015

#EggcerptExchange by Sharlene Almond - Initiated to Kill

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 Blurb -

Two men from different generations, both initiated into a powerful organisation that throughout history has sought control and uses their power for destruction. They leave behind a wake of murder, manipulation and ancient secrets.

The first man stalks women of the night in the Whitechapel district of London, England in the 19th century. While the other stalks his victims in the cosmopolitan city of Seville, Spain in the 21st century; knowing that only he could uncover the true motives of one of the world’s most infamous serial killers - Jack the Ripper.

Annabella Cordova quickly becomes embroiled in the conspiracy involving the university she studies at. When her roommate goes missing, it becomes very personal. Her past gradually unveils, as she is closer to this than she could have possibly imagined.
A childhood accident causing permanent deafness enables Annabella to use her other senses to read facial and body language; detecting lies in people, including suspects.

Andres Valero, the troubled detective, returns from forced leave, only to be faced with horrific crimes that brings his memories to the surface.

The novel continuously takes the reader back in time to the 19th century; creating a psychological profile of the man that wanders the London streets, his paintings depicting crimes only seen by a killer’s eyes. And a boy that’s continuously tormented by his own sadistic tendencies.
With Annabella and Andres combined, they must stop this person at any cost, and reveal a conspiracy hidden for centuries.

 Excerpt -


January, 1888

The solemn lodge hid from unworthy eyes, an unnoticeable forgotten place made of granite.

Two Sphinx-like granite lions with women’s heads peered down from the entrance of the lodge.
An “ankh” adorned the lion’s neck, entwined with a cobra. An image of a woman embellished
the neck and breast of the other lion, speaking of fertility and procreation.
Fervent men slowly make their way up the three levels of narrowing steps, passing under the
two Egyptian swords with curved serpentine blades, passing through the two tall bronze doors.
One man glanced up as he ascended the steps, silently mouthing, “the temple of the Supreme
Council Freemasons,” made of brass letters and set in stone. His gaze fell to the plaque cut in
stone, “Freemasonry Builds Its Temples in the Hearts of Men and Among Nations.”
Stone columns extend high above the entrance and partially conceal an image of an
Egyptian god, backed with radiating sun and flanked by six large golden snakes. He stepped past
the threshold of the lodge entirely made of marble, exotic wood, and statues carved from gold.
The ofting room decorated with many symbols, especially the serpent, and portraits of
famous and influential men, lined the walls. Illuminations flickered above the men, resembling
stars in the dark blue sky; the golden serpents silently watching in the blue heavens.
Slowly removing his clothes, wrapping the long black robe around him, placing a hood over
his head to partially conceal his face.
In the recesses of the ancient temple, an ornately decorated room filled with candles, lighted
the way for the men filing in. Dressed in long black robes, hands pressed solemnly together,
slowly the row of men trudge into the Temple room. Each with their face down, they instinctively
form a large circle in the room.
The room fell with a deathly silence; abruptly three knocks reverberated throughout the
room. The Worshipful Master spoke, “You will admit him in the name of the Grand Architect of
the Universe, and let him be placed in the West.”
Gradually the door creaks open, a young man enters with a black robe and the left knee and
breast exposed. The young man’s face is covered by a dark cloth and led around the circle by a
rope around his neck. The candidate is led to the oath of secrecy where the Worshipful Master
stands. A sword is pricked to the candidate’s left breast.
“As this is a prick to the flesh at this time, so may the remembrance of it be to your
conscience hereafter, should you ever attempt improperly to reveal any of the secrets with which
you are about to be entrusted.”
The group silently watch as the candidate is instructed to kneel with his left knee bare and
bent, his right foot forming a square and the body being erect in that square. The left hand
supports the Volume of the Sacred Law, compass and square and right hand placed thereon.
“‘Vouch safe Thine Aid, Almighty Father, Grand Architect of the Universe, to this our
present conviction. Grant that this Candidate for Masonry, now kneeling before thee, may
dedicate and devote his life to thy Service, and become a true and faithful Brother amongst us.
To this end endue him with such a competency of thy Divine Wisdom, that assisted by the secrets
of our Royal Masonic Art, he may be better enabled to display the beauties of true godliness to
the Honour and glory of Thy Most Holy Name.’ ”
“‘I do most solemnly and sincerely promise and swear to have my throat cut across, my
tongue torn out by the roots, and my body buried in the rough sands of the sea at low water
mark, where the tide ebbs and flows in twenty-four hours...should I ever knowingly or willingly
violate this my solemn oath or obligation as an Entered Apprentice Mason. So help me God.’ ”
The young man is then presented with white gloves and escorted to the pedestal in the East
to become an Entered Apprentice.
Throughout the ceremony another waited expectedly. Another man would join them, and this
man would be the one. He had done a lot to encourage them to allow this man to be initiated.
But he could never have foretold the events to come.
* * * *
A candlelit chamber houses a secret meeting where four men sit around a table, each
wearing the long black robes and only talking above a whisper.
“The time has come to make our stand and proclaim to our Brothers that it’s time. It’s our
time to cause such a panic, that people will not know whom to turn to. That the reliance on
religion and government will pass. It’s our time to take control, and whoever does not stand
behind us will fall.”
“Yes, we must give a sign to our Brothers that can only be recognized by them, something
that will forever change the world.”

Author short bio -

I live in Auckland, New Zealand with my two dogs. Although I have had

training in Beauty and Spa therapy, editing, journalism, animal behavior and photography, criminology and counselling; my main interest lies in writing novels which allows me to explore and learn about other eras and countries, creating characters that have deep rooted flaws, but uses those to achieve the end goal.


My inspiration for the historical aspect of my novels came by accident. When finishing writing my first novel and starting to edit it, I stumbled across a conspiracy theory, in which some believed the Freemasons were involved in the Jack the Ripper murders. From there, the historical aspect took shape, continuing throughout all the novels I write.


I hope that each novel I write doesn’t necessarily cause a person to believe in the conspiracy or myth, but challenges what they really believe could be possible. To everyone reads my books, I hope they can transport themselves back in time, learn more about the world around them, and maybe even question certain things they believe in.



As an author of historical/present day international thrillers, my books can challenge readers, as well as taking the reader on a journey throughout Europe and abroad.


Having studied in Criminology and Neuro Linguistic programming, in addition to doing a diploma course in body language, enables me to give an authentic feel to my characters, and the crimes committed. Because I’ve always been fascinated with human psychology, especially criminal psychology, I always include that element in every book I write.

My books don’t just cover the crimes committed, but what drove that person to commit those crimes? Examining their history, their weaknesses, childhood; all building up to why some of the most infamous crimes were perpetrated.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Passing the Torch by L.L.Sanders Presented by @GoddessFish

by L.L. Sanders
Deep in the Arizona desert live a girl and her dad, burying secrets--and bodies.
Mesa Kingston's first memory of burying a corpse was at eight years old. Back then it
had been the carcass of a large lizard her dad found that they buried in the backyard
of their isolated cottage. At age fourteen, the body of a young lady accompanied the
reptile's remains, and ever since, an accumulation of female bodies began to grow.
Now, the only way Mesa can stop the haunting screams of the dead is by drowning
them out with flames. Or is there more to the blaze than even she can perceive?

Good girls do anything for their fathers, including rob, cheat, and kill, and I always considered
myself a good girl. The time I first came to that conclusion will stay with me forever. Years later,
here I am, still fulfilling my daughterly duty.
After wiping the sweat from my palm onto my jeans, I press the bulbous tip of the match against
the strike strip on the side of the small carton. My hands shake worse than Grandma's had
when trying to slice her ninety-first birthday cake just a few hours ago, but I manage to run the
match across it anyway. The flame comes alive at my fingertips, dancing merrily at the prospect
of latching on to something and disintegrating it into smoldering embers. Although the light
breeze causes the flame to flicker at the end of the matchstick, I'm aware of the control I have
over it. I watch the glow change shape through a veil of tears and with that the decision was
The flame will get to perform its destructive duty.
I flick the match toward the pile of wooden planks that used to be the porch. Instantly the fire
catches the fumes of the pooled liquid and expands so quickly a wall of gasoline-scented hot
air rushes me before the blaze travels deeper into the house. I back away to a safe distance as
the straw-like grass crunches beneath my feet. Nearing the homemade fence, which is nothing
more than a double row of chicken wire, I hear the screams from the distance, cries of agony
that meld with my memory like two spreading pools of melted wax. I can't stop the waterworks. I
don't even make an attempt.

The L.L. stands for Leslie Lee. I write erotic romance and post-apocalyptic/dystopian fiction
But horror and thriller fiction is what I grew up on, what inspires me, and what began my pursuit
to authorship. I’ve written many short scary stories since the 6th grade. Now they’re much more
mature in general, thanks to the wide range of emotion and experience I’ve encountered over
I’m a huge fan of horror and psychological thrillers in every fashion, including movies, books,
art, campfire tales, etc. Some of my favorite stories are those that twist at the end or are
ambiguous with deep societal or morality themes. This includes dystopias like Hugh Howey’s
Wool, psychological thrillers like Shutter Island, and popular and classic horror/romances like
V.C. Andrews’s Flowers in the Attic, my favorite.
All my ideas start with a twist, which is exactly how most of my stories end.

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Have You Tried Guest Blogging for #MFRWauthor Group @Emerald_theGLD

Greetings all! Before I get started, I’d like to again give a shout out of thanks to Kayelle Allen, MFRW’s founder, for covering for me here on the fifth of last month while I was on vacation. Because that’s what kind of an awesome leader Kayelle is. :)

Thus far in this series, I’ve talked about my responsibilities as the moderator of the MFRW Facebook group. Starting with this post, I’ll be branching out and covering aspects of Facebook more generally, given that I feel as though I’ve covered now much of what’s involved in moderating a group (though if you do have questions about moderation, by all means please feel free to mention them in a comment, and I’ll be happy to address them!).

Paloma Beck, MFRW’s Blog Director, who mentioned to me that some members might be wondering about this particular Facebook function.

The MFRW Facebook group houses a document that allows members who host guest authors on their blogs to enter their blog information into said document for other members’ reference. In other words, the file is a centrally-kept source of places that offer cover reveals, spotlight features, etc., that is updated in real time whenever anyone edits it and is available for any group member to see or edit.

So, if you have a blog and are open to posting guest posts and would like other members to know that, feel free to enter your information into the sheet!

 Here’s how:

1) From the MFRW Facebook group page, go to the horizontal menu bar just below the header photo across the top of the page. Click the last entry, which is “Files.”

2) Locate the file titled “GUEST OPPORTUNITIES on Member Blogs” and click on it.

3) After you click, find the “Edit” button (with the little pencil icon next to the word on the button itself) in the upper-right corner of the document. Click that.

4) Enter your information in the format previous listers have used. An easy way to do this is to highlight the most recent entry, copy it, and paste it a line or two above that entry. Then delete that member’s information (leaving the category labels) and fill in your own.

If you have a new release and are seeking blogs where you could guest post or do a cover reveal, etc., this document is a great resource. To find it, simply follow steps one and two above!  

Before I go (I saved the announcement for last this time :)), I do want to say that the MFRW Facebook group reached—and quickly surpassed—the 4,000 member landmark since my last Facebook-related post here! Thanks to all the members for making it such a growing, active group.

Until next time! 

Emerald is an erotic fiction author whose short stories have been featured in anthologies published by Cleis Press, Mischief, and Logical-Lust. She serves as an assistant newsletter editor and Facebook group moderator for Marketing for Romance Writers (MFRW), and she selects and posts the monthly inspirational quote on the MFRW Marketing Blog. Find out more about her at her website, The Green Light District.

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Friday, February 27, 2015

The Scent of Humanity by Margay Leah Justice an #EggcerptExchange #Romance

Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. In theory. But in one small town, in one family, that theory is put to the test. 

Growing up in a rural town in Massachusetts was supposed to be safe, but for SILVIE CHILDS, that safety was shattered by a kidnapping attempt that forever changed her life. Now, nearly twenty years later, that sense of safety is challenged again by the kidnapping attempt on her young niece, and Silvie is left struggling with one question: How can something like this happen twice in one family? 

It is a dilemma shared by NICK FAHEY, the detective assigned to the case. Arriving on the scene of the abduction attempt, Nick expects to run a routine investigation. Until he meets the victim, the niece of a woman he once considered a dear friend. Unfortunately, these days Silvie Childs can barely stand the sight of him. 

Once there was a time when Silvie Childs worshipped Nick Fahey, believing he could do no wrong. Until the accident that nearly killed her brother; the accident that Nick reportedly caused. Coming on the heels of her own near abduction, the accident skewed Silvie’s ability to trust men – especially Nick. But now, with the attempt on her niece’s safety, Silvie finds herself in the untenable position of having to trust Nick to bring the kidnapper to justice. 

That trust is severely tested when, after only two months, the case is closed for lack of new evidence. Feeling betrayed by the system in which she works as a paralegal and by Nick, Silvie takes matters into her own hands. Contacting local news stations to generate interest in the case, allowing herself to be filmed hanging sketches of the suspect on telephone poles, she will risk her own safety to protect that of her niece. When her efforts re-open the wounds of her past, she is once again forced to put her trust in the one man who still has the power to hurt her – Nick

The Scent of Humanity - Excerpt
Hey, thought it might be cool to post an excerpt from my latest release, The Scent of Humanity. Enjoy!

“What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”
            She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?” he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her, maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips, parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”
            “I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke, igniting a spark within him. Interesting.
            “Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear, he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”
            She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive. Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think I want?”
            He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying to yourself first.”
            She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips, using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he asked, “Do you still hate me?”
            “Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from captivity. “More than ever.”
            He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked instead.
            “You know why!”
            “Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”
            “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.
            Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?
            “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”

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Wednesday, February 25, 2015

#EggcerptExchange Banished by @AnitaPhilmar

Banished- Three Erotic Shape Shifter Stories

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Banished Hero Blurb:


With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.


Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.


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Banished Scoundrel Blurb:


Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.


Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.


Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.


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Banished Witch Blurb:


Once a princess of Ardenia, Danella, left her homeland to warn her childhood sweetheart only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery. Learning the dark magic from her keeper, she grew to accept her role as a witch to protect her family and track down the traitor to the crown. But when Omar Mandel, the love from her past, arrives to bring her home, she realizes she can never go home. That doesn't mean she can't use his assistance in her plan for revenge and, in the meantime, live out a few unfulfilled fantasies.


The queen wants her daughter to come home and Omar’s job is to see that it happens. However, Danella isn’t the same sweet girl he remembers. In her place is a sexy woman who excites his lust and claims his heart. He must teach her to trust in his love and face the sins of the past if they are to have a future together.


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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Tips to Control Too Much Information - Staying Organized

Another tip – is if you have too much information-
  • break it down or file it until you need it.
  • Don’t read the whole article.
  • Get rid of outdate material and start over.
  • Mark, scan and file.
Sometimes we do this unintentional. This week I accidentally killed by email connection which deleted several years worth of information that I had stored in email. Class information, business connections, interesting items, all gone in only a few seconds with no hope of recover.
Now, I have new clean files.

I haven’t missed anything yet, but I don't recommended this way of cleaning out your files. Yes, it is faster, but way more painful.

The waves move the sand, and new things are uncovered.

Have a great week,


Monday, February 23, 2015

Tempered Dreams (Book 2 in the Tempered Series) #EggcerptExchange by @psthib

 Tempered Dreams (book 2 in Tempered series)


Blurb: Dr. Scott Hensley (introduced in Tempered Hearts) has built a wall around his heart since the death of his wife and parents.  Katrina Simmons is recovering from scars inflicted on her as a battered wife.  Can dreams be renewed and faith strengthened?  Can they find joy and peace in God’s love and in love for one another? 


Excerpt: “Spend the day with me,” he urged. “We’ll go to my place. I’ll take a short nap after which we’ll do whatever your little heart desires.” 

“Anything?” she teased.

Her voice was as enticing as silk and just as alluring. Her excitement set fire to his blood. “Anything.” he assured in a thick voice.

His smoldering gaze, as tender as a caress and just as potent, lowered to her lips, lingered, then raked over her in a hungry gesture before returning to capture hers in a heated embrace. Trina felt as though he was touching her in the most intimate of ways. Her cheeks grew hot, her breath lodged in her throat. Desire washed over her in angry waves. She swallowed hard and tucked trembling hands in her lap, desperately trying to form a coherent sentence. “Please, Scott, don’t look at me like that.”  

He could actually feel her trembling response across the table. His voice lowered another notch. “Like what?”

Trina shook her head. “Like you’re starving to death and could eat me up. Didn’t you have enough food?”

Pushing his plate away, Scott stood and held his hand out to her. Trina placed a trembling one in his firm grip. Pulling her gently to her feet, Scott raised it to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles. “Food is not what I’m hungry for,” he informed her in a husky whisper.

Trina waited as he paid for their meal then followed him to the parking lot as gracefully as possible on legs that wobbled. He paused and in a silent gesture, signaled for her to give him her car keys. His fingers brushed sensuously over her wrist and palm, grasping hers gently when she placed them in his hand.

Locking his heated gaze with hers, Scott raised their clasped hands to his lips, this time lingering over the kiss. He nibbled on her knuckles, teasing the back of her hand with his mouth, then, in one swift movement, turned his attention to the sensitive flesh of her palm and wrist, relieving her of her keys and her senses.

Trina felt the caress to the very core of her being. She moaned, leaning against his hard frame when he pulled her closer. His heat enveloped her until she burned with him, for him. And his lips had never even touched hers.


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Author bio: Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”



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Twitter: @psthib