Release Date December 3, 2013 Note: This book was previously titled Letting Go; updated 6/2013.
Athena is a widow and an accomplished businesswoman. She’s the type of person who exceeds expectations in business, family–life in general. Since the death of her husband, she’s had a desire to explore submissive cravings she’s had for some time. The hitch is, Athena is known as a Mistress, because that’s the role she played to her husband.
Though she knew her submissive nature was strong enough to serve her husband as a Domme, because that’s what he needed, it’s when she meets Dale, a retired Navy SEAL, that she attempts to discover what her own submissive desires are. But letting go of that control is harder than she expected.
Fortunately, Dale is an accomplished Master who can help her accept the true nature of her submission, rather than how she’s tailored it to meet the expectations of others. But in the course of learning what letting go means, both of them will learn a bit more about the nature of love between Dominant and submissive, and how it defies all categories.
Limited Time Offer! This bundle will be on sale for $0.99 Regularly priced at $9.99
Love fairy tales… with a twist?
Dive into 4 different worlds of fairy from four amazing authors of the genre. Read about a descendant of the brothers Grimm fighting to break a curse, Snow White who craves blood, fairy tale creatures buried in dreams whose true stories are written in the book of sands, and a Captain Hook who’s thirst for Peter’s blood is more than the stories have made it out to be. Whether you’re looking for sensual romance, nail-biting fantasy, a new and sexy Snow, or a mysterious curse, check out this amazing boxed set from four bestselling authors of twisted fairy tales.
4 Full novels plus never before published bonus material from Bestselling Authors:
Release Date – December 1
UnEnchanted (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale #1) by Chanda Hahn
Mina Grime is unlucky, unpopular and uncoordinated, that is until she saves her crush’s life on a field trip, changing her High School status from loser to hero overnight. But with her newfound fame brings misfortune as an old family curse come to light. For Mina is descended from the Brothers Grimm and has inherited all of their unfinished fairy tale business. Which includes trying to outwit a powerful Story from making her its next fairytale victim.
To break the fairy tale curse on her family and stop these deadly events, Mina must finish the tales until the very Grimm end.
Fairest (An Unfortunate Fairy Tale #2) by Chanda Hahn
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the Fairest of them all?
In the sequel to UnEnchanted, Mina Grime discovers that all is not fair when it comes to the Fae and their tales, especially when they don’t all play by the rules. Barely surviving the Story’s first fairy tale quest, Mina still has hundreds to go before she can end the curse on her family. But a new player arises to challenge Mina while new rules revamp the game she has just barely begun to understand.
All the while, people are mysteriously disappearing, including Jared, whom Mina must finally determine to be friend or foe. And with the loss of her greatest weapon, Mina must try to outwit a deadly hunter. Can Mina survive the most difficult quest yet while protecting those she loves from falling victim to one of the lethal tales of all? Or will she become a pawn when she strikes a bargain with the Queen of Fae?
Blood & Snow Vol 1 – 4 by RaShelle Workman
“Lips red as rubies, hair dark as night. Drink your true love’s blood, become the Vampire, Snow White.”
EVERY THOUSAND YEARS THE VAMPIRE QUEEN SELECTS A NEW BODY, ALWAYS THE FAIREST IN THE LAND, AND THIS TIME SHE’S CHOSEN SNOW WHITE.
BLOOD AND SNOW: Snow White isn’t an ordinary girl. She doesn’t know that yet.
REVENANT IN TRAINING: Snow has become something not quite human. She must discover how to live with the changes, hopefully without killing anyone.
THE VAMPIRE CHRISTOPHER: Snow White craves blood. Especially the blood of her Hunter. But will drinking from him save or enslave her?
BLOOD SOAKED PROMISES: Snow White must come to terms with her bloodlust. It’s one thing to drink the blood of her Hunter, something else entirely to drink the blood of a human.
Cindy Witch (Vol 1 – 2) by RaShelle Workman
Cinderella is a witch destined to save the world and make out with her boyfriend.
Hook’s Pan (Kingdom #5) by Marie Hall
Trishelle Page has known pain in her life, but instead of it making her weak, she’s stronger. Confident. That is until the day a fairy kidnaps her during her staring role in Peter Pan’s play and tells her not only do fairy tales exist, but that she’s the soulmate of the pirate they call Hook, making her question everything she ever thought she knew.
Captain James Hook is a man at the end of his rope. He’s not the villainous bastard tales have made him out to be. So when the curvaceous blonde drops, literally, at his feet he aims to prove it to her. If only to get her into his bed.
What neither one knows is that fate and magic are conspiring and they can deny the attraction all they want but the end is already written, it’s just a matter of getting there.
Grimm Diaries Prequels (1 – 6) by Cameron Jace
This Grimm Diaries Prequels are a number of short books in the form of epistolary diary entries. The diaries are more of teasers for the upcoming series: The Grimm Diaries, allowing you to get a glimpse of what to expect of the series. The 6 diaries are told by The Evil Queen, Peter Pan, Little Red Riding Hood, the Devil, Prince Charming, and Alice Grimm.
1:Snow White Blood Red, narrated by The Snow White Queen 2: Ashes to Ashes and Cinder to Cinder, narrated by Alice Grimm 3: Beauty Never Dies, narrated by Peter Pan 4: Ladle Rotten Rat Hut, narrated by Little Red Riding Hood 5: Mary Mary Quite Contrary, narrated by the Devil 6: Blood Apples, narrated by Prince Charming.
About the Authors
Chanda Hahn takes her experience as a children’s pastor, children’s librarian and bookseller to write compelling and popular fiction for teens.
She was born in Seattle, WA, grew up in Nebraska and currently resides in Portland, Oregon with her husband and their twin children; Aiden and Ashley.
RaShelle Workman is the international bestselling author of the Dead Roses series (“Sleeping Roses,” book 1 in the series, has been translated into Turkish and is NOW available wherever Turkish books are sold), the Immortal Essence series, the Blood and Snow series, the Cindy Chronicles, and Touching Melody (A Forever First Novel). She’s sold over three hundred thousand copies of her novels worldwide in the past year, including Japan, Canada, and Europe. You can find RaShelle all over the web, but the best place to start is on her blog: rashelleworkman.com.
Marie loves books that make you think, or feel something. Preferably both. And while she’s a total girly girl and loves glitter and rainbows, she’s just as happy when she’s writing about the dark underbelly of society. Well, if things like zombies, and vampires, and werewolves, and mermaids existed. (Although she has it on good authority that mermaids do in fact exist, because the internet told her so.)
She’s married to the love of her life, a sexy beast of a caveman who likes to refer to himself as Big Hunk. She has two awesome kids, lives in Hawaii, loves cooking and occasionally has been known to crochet. She also really loves talking about herself in the third person.
If you want to see what new creations she’s got up her sleeves check out her blog: www.MarieHallWrites.blogspot.com or contact her personally at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Here’s my biography below, where I’m supposed to say something cool about me, which I’m really terrible at.
Things you might want to know about me:
I write books that I can’t find elsewhere, basically to amuse himself. Everything I do is for fun, so don’t take me seriously, and never call me a writer. I hate that. I prefer the word: Storyteller. I am also full of flaws, but I’m improving everyday. If you like my books, horaaaay! I luv ya too. If ya don’t, hoooray! Now we know in advance that this relationship isn’t going to work.
Although my books are ordinary on the surface, they hold many secrets that I might reveal one day. What matters the most to me are characters struggling to find their identities in the world.
Things you don’t need to know:
I celebrate my birthday twice a year, the day I was born and Friday the 13th. I want to live in a bubble house, and I thinks circles are way cooler than triangles. I like boats, beaches, bears, beards, bears, bananas, bars, barfights, beans, bikes, bones, butter, babes, bakery, blizzards, and pirates ( I thought it was spelled Birates when I was a kid. )
On The Far Side of Darkness is an anthology of stories about Georges Belleveau, a vampire since The Terror and his human lover, Diane Patterson. It is now available for pre-order from Smashwords and will be released on Halloween. The price will be $0.99 until that day. Here is an excerpt to whet your appetite. It’s adults only and very hot.
It’s three in the morning and I am in Diane’s bed.
My hands stroke her auburn hair and my lips caress the fair satin skin of her forehead. She shivers in response.
I need to use little of my power with her these days. She’s become accustomed to and desirous for my touch. But for her pleasure, I push some fire into her, make the shimmering heat she feels rise.
I pause to make sure my mask is in place. Diane can never know what I am. The consequences would be too grievous for me to bear. For a moment my body stiffens at the vision my imagination creates of that moment, of Diane in terror of what I am.
“Georges?” my love asks, puzzled at my sudden hesitation.
“Nothing, cher. Once again I’m awed by how I feel.” Which is both true and very frightening.
My mouth moves down, covers hers, works at her hungrily. She answers with the same passion. Her hands rove, teasing my skin. As always, to my amazement, I react. Shimmering emotion fills me. This isn’t my usual hunt. I’ve come to care for her.
My arms go around her back and I hug her close. Breaking my face away from hers I look into her eyes. “Sweet Diane,” I exhale.
Her eyes glitter at me, lust providing the sharp sparkles and warmth a deep glow. “Georges,” she whispers back.
My face lowers to her neck. For a moment, my hunger screams at me to feed, drain her dry, leave a cold corpse lying here to spread fear in the world. I easily ignore it. Monster I may be but not all the time, and especially not now.
Instead my tongue teases with soft, quick licks. I use my power to push Diane’s passion a little higher. She sucks in a sharp breath and a tremor runs through her. Her fingernails dig softly into my arm and back.
I chuckle against her throat and move on. Playing, I lave her shoulders and chest, sweep up her small breast and take a nipple in my mouth. It pops into stiffness and I feel her aureola crinkle under my tongue. With my canines I lightly nip the tender nub. A slight hint of the ecstasy feeding creates washes into her. Diane gurgles, grabs my dark hair and pulls me close. I suck hard at her. The sound of her legs running over the sheets as she spreads herself comes to me.
I play over to her other breast and gambol there for long moments. Her body begins a steady tremble as I do.
With mischievous kisses I move down to her tummy. My power propels her emotions, raising her joy higher still. As I come to her hips I run the edges of my teeth over the skin above her joints. Her muscles jerk, then jerk again. “Georges” she whimpers, “no more teasing, please.”
“D’accord,” I tell her. I drape her left leg over my shoulder so that her labia sit in front of me, quivering and lustrous. The sweet, rich aroma of her arousal stuffs my nose.
My tongue runs out and licks up her soaking outer lips. Diane hisses and her body lurches as I do. I run around and around her, sopping up her taste. The hiss becomes a moan and her movements rhythmic. More lusciously flavored fluids dribble from her to be swallowed by me.
Gently, I work a finger inside, pushing slowly. I run in and out with a steady beat. Her hips match my cadence and her inner muscles squeeze my digit. Her moan becomes syncopated with sharp gasps. Diane’s heated odor grows more intense.
I add a second finger and my pumps increase in speed. Diane’s moan rises in volume, nears a wail. “Ah!” she huffs, “God! Please!” Her skin heats, I can feel its glow on my own.
My fingers rotate in her, press hard against the spongy spot on the ceiling of her channel. Her body stiffens and she gurgles, moments away from ecstasy.
I cover her stiff clit with my mouth. A little suction and I pull the little bud in, lap at it softly and rapidly. Diane falls away from the world as I do.
A loud stutter rushes from her lungs. Her hips blur back and forth, driving my fingers in and out. She clamps on them, her joy demanding I stay inside her. Her skin colors and sweat runs over her.
Diane’s climax fades but doesn’t draw back far. My thumb replaces my tongue and tickles softly. She sounds an “Oh!”, pauses to gasp, another “Oh!” and she’s gone again. She keens her pleasure and shivers with an ague of ecstasy.
While she’s distracted, I place my mouth on her left thigh, drop my fangs and puncture her femoral artery.
This is my climax. The rich taste of her blood runs into my mouth and my awareness is almost lost under it. The rush of life fills me with an abandoned glee. Nothing tasted as delicious when I was alive.
Adding even more to it is the fact that I care deeply for this woman, and she cares for me. It adds an exponent of elation I’ve not tasted in far too long.
That joy radiates out from me and into Diane. It slams into her orgasm, pumps it up into a bright flame that blanks out her mind. She grows stiff as a board. Every few seconds she twitches and a tiny click sounds from her throat. I’ve taken her far from the physical world.
I pull my mouth from her with a quiet hiss. I’ve had enough. What I am wants it all but I’m full. I don’t feed until death. I’m forced to drink, not to kill. Pain shimmers through me as I recall the times I did kill. I don’t like being a monster.
Diane relaxes, her bliss releasing her. Before she can notice, I lick my punctures and they vanish as if they never existed.
I move myself next to her. Leaning in, I kiss her cheek, swipe at the salt liquid slicked there. Pulling back, I watch her, one hand gently petting her stomach, calling her back to reality. Her face is blank and her chest heaves.
Again I feel amazement that I’m here with her close, in more ways than one. I don’t want to but I wallow in the sensation. Once more, I almost feel like a man again.
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R. C. Graham will be releasing their latest short story, “Discovery” on Saturday, June 15, 2013. This is a re-release of a book that was originally published through Phaze and ALL rights have been returned to the author.
Discovery is the short story of a man’s first foray into the BDSM lifestyle. Told from his Point of View, we see the first time he meets his new submissive, and how he learns to be the Dom/Master he desires to be. His submissive is a strong, independent woman who wants nothing more than to submit to the right Dom.
Here is a short excerpt to whet your appetite for more.
The main party becomes a little stifling. Too many people too close together for me. I need some air and head to the apartment’s balcony. As I step out into the evening I see her.
She has tucked herself into the far corner and is looking out over the city, her back to the door I am standing in. Her shoulder length, straight hair is not quite platinum in color. She is tiny and slim, torso covered in a white, long sleeved blouse that reveals her midriff and wearing a short denim skirt almost too small to hide her lovely ass. Her legs are splendid and she has sexy flat sandals on her feet.
My gaze locks on her. There is something about her that instantly draws me. Something magical. She seems a sylph, a nymph of the air. I walk towards her, entranced.
As I come up next to her I announce my presence with a simple, “Hello.” She jumps a little, gives a quiet gasp and turns towards me.
Her front matches her rear. She is hardly large breasted but there is no doubt she has breasts. Her blouse is knotted across her sternum so her stomach is bare and her navel displays a small array of rhinestones. Coral colored lips enhance a thin, fair skinned face. But I only notice these things peripherally. My gaze is locked on her wide and sky blue eyes. They look at me with a touch of fear.
This makes the warmth I feel rise, it changes to lust. That must show on my face for her eyes widen a bit more and a blush appears on her cheeks.
“And you are?” I ask her then.
“Ah. Ariel,” she stammers in response. She lowers her gaze, looking at my chest.
“How perfect,” I remark, “I was thinking how much you looked like a nymph as I approached.”
She looks up at me again at that. A smile forms and her blush deepens.
“I’m John,” I tell her.
“After the saint?” she asks, moving her eyes down once again.
“That was probably what my parents hoped. But I’m no saint, not at all.”
She raises her eyes once more. A slight film has drawn over them. I can sense a tremor run through her.
I feel even more attracted to her now. She is so utterly beautiful. Her quick and intense sexuality is clear. The certainty grows in me that this is the woman set as my prey for tonight. The way my cock stiffens in my jeans reinforces that thought.
Discovery will be released at Smashwords, Kobo for free, and we hope to have it price matched at Barnes & Noble, Amazon asap. (It will be available for $.99 until price matched to free. Please feel free to submit where the price is lower, to help us facilitate having the book made free quickly.)
Friday Friends, Squb Saturday are on hiatus until further notice. I do not have the energy or stamina to do these plus the Wednesday Workshops and Two for Tuesday Reviews. I am trying to keep the features that I feel most readers will benefit from.
I hope to get the blog back up to muster by December 1st and maybe have some good and necessary changes by then also.