Monthly Archives: October 2013
One night. That’s all Finn had with the only girl he ever loved. Years later, all he has left of that night is a silver cross, a broken give a damn, and the unrelenting desire to drink her memory away. As the lead singer of Blow Hole, Finn has his pick of women, but none are able to squash the need he still carries around for Faith. To hate her offers some relief, but when Finn sees her again after so many years, it’s hard to despise her. Especially when every reason he had to hate her, turn out to be lies.
As the daughter of a strict Baptist preacher, Faith Warren lived sheltered from all things sinful. When she met Jimmy Finn, the epitome of all seven deadly sins, she found out exactly what she was missing. After being forced to choose between her soul and the only person in the world who made her feel alive, Faith walked away from Finn and dove head first into her father’s preferred life. But now Finn’s back and he’s getting payback by wreaking havoc on her emotions. Except sometimes bad things feel good, and Faith has to decide once again if she wants to stay in her gilded cage or fly free with the dark angel of lust himself.
***18+ Warning: this book contains some graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.***
“Tabatha Vargo is a USA Today bestselling author from a small town just
outside of Charleston, SC. Tabatha is a sweet tea sippin’, front porch
sittin’ kind of girl from the south. She loves old, historical anything,
wind chimes, and all things romantic. She is the mother of a seven-year-old
rockstar/princess and the wife of her very own Prince Charming. When she
isn’t writing or reading, she’s texting book ideas to herself and spending
time with her friends and family. Her first publication was a little poem in
her elementary school paper and from that point on she was hooked. She
finished her first novel, ‘Wicked Fate’, in 2009 and released it in November
2012. She has since released ‘On the Plus Side’, USA Today bestselling
‘Playing Patience’, and ‘Perfecting Patience’.”
Ends in less than two days!
Grand Prize ~ Asus 10.1 inch laptop
- 2 Second and Third Place Winners ~ Signed copy of Finding Faith by Tabatha Vargo
- 5 Runner Up Winners ~ E-book copy of Finding Faith by Tabatha Vargo
For many, the purpose of reading is to be entertained. In such, each genre has its own way of entertaining. Young adult fiction teaches lessons in love and life while telling likely stories that create a combination of happiness, sadness, and adventure. Erotica sets out to stimulate sexual desires by telling of fantasies. Horror seeks to leave an individual feeling unsettled, scared, and even squeamish.
To create horror, one must think about creating uneasiness and fear inside of people. What was your last nightmare about? That’s a good place to start. Analyze and dissect what specifically created the feelings of uneasiness and fear. It could be a number of things. For example, a terrifying chase or the presence of an evil entity. Failing to protect one’s family, especially children, would create an unsavory feeling. Another good example is witnessing or being the victim of an atrocity, such as a murder or a brutal torture. It can also be something psychological as opposed to physical.
The important thing is to go for the ‘wow’ factor. When someone reads the story, you want their jaw to drop because they can’t believe what they’ve just read. In The Corpses of Old Farm Hill Road: The Arrogant Man, I did this by creating a character that everyone will despise. He is egotistical and cares only for himself. He treats others like they are crap on the bottom of his shoe. Very early in the story the reader learns to hate him so later when he’s at the mercy of the serial killing women, the reader is torn. Do they want him to escape and get out alive? Or do they want him to be tortured and die? This creates an inner turmoil in the reader and leaves them unsettled. These are the feelings that a horror story sets out to create and leave behind.
So what’s the formula for a good horror story? I use the following:
- Start with the ordinary.
- In my horror short The Please DO Feed the Animals ZOO, I started with an ordinary father-son relationship and their ordinary outing.
- Make it unordinary.
- Their outing becomes disturbing when the zoo they decide to go to becomes alarmingly real.
- Create a problem.
- They’re trapped in a zoo filled with ferocious man-eating animals. How will they escape them?
- Don’t forget the imagery.
- It’s a horror story, get dirty. Go into detail with the gory scenes.
- End with a bang.
- The crucial part of a horror story is the ending. Your reader has to walk away feeling grossed out, sick and/or terrified. They have to feel like they might possibly find themselves in the same predicaments of your characters.
What is your formula for a horror story?
You can find The Please DO Feed the Animals ZOO and The Corpses of Old Farm Hill Road: The Arrogant Man as well as other horror short stories on amazon.com or your favorite online eBook retail store.
Giveaway of The Please DO Feed the Animals Zoo and The Corpses of Old Farm Hill Road: The Arrogant Man
Breeder (tentative title; subject to change by my publisher)
Genre: erotic science fiction romance, also, domestic discipline erotic romance
Release Date: October 15, 2013
To secure his legacy, Commander Dak, a ruling Alpha of planet Parseon, purchases Omra, a breeder slave. He intends to impregnate her, produce a son, and hand her off to his anointed beta partner. As Dak and Omra discover a sexual bliss banned by law, he begins to question the traditions and ways of his people, causing him to jeopardize his command and endanger the life of the woman he has come to love.
Warning: Breeder contains M/F and M/M sexual practices and domestic discipline.
Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/breeder.html
Cara Bristol has been writing since she could put a pen to paper, and she has written everything from mainstream long and short fiction to nonfiction magazine and newspaper articles. She sold her first erotic romance in 2009 and never looked back. Now multi-published, she has nine erotic romances and two anthologies to her name. The author of the popular Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series, Cara writes spanking fiction most often, but her published works also include contemporary and paranormal erotic romances. Breeder is her first science fiction novel, which she is considering making into a series.
Website address: http://carabristol.com
They had halted under a portico, its roof supported by two massive stone pillars. Builders had constructed the lower portion of the main structure from gray Parseon marble, the top half from an opaque reflective material. In keeping with Parseon culture, which valued function over beauty, the edifice formed a square, its corners and walls plumb, with not a single stone misaligned nor a single adornment to soften the starkness except for veins meandering through the marble in an unruly way.
“My domicile,” Alpha announced.
A massive wooden door opened, and a tall man emerged.
Corren, she presumed, and studied him from beneath her lashes.
If not for his insignia and his brown uniform, he could have been mistaken for an alpha. Corded muscles bulged in his arms and rippled across his chest. His hair was of some medium shade, cropped short like an Alpha rather than chin length like a typical beta. He spared her not a glance but focused on the Commander.
Alpha alighted from the conveyance, and the two men embraced in a Bridge of Amity, a sign denoting friendship or a truce, depending on the situation. The Commander clasped Corren’s bare right shoulder, and the beta touched Alpha’s left uniform-covered one, their arms forming a link between them. She studied the two men and redacted her impression of Corren as alpha-like. Next to the Commander, he dwindled in stature and comportment. He stood almost a head shorter, his shoulders were narrower, his musculature puny, his bearing common. But who could compare to Alpha?
“Kianiko?” Alpha asked, in the Parseon greeting used with familiars.
“I am well,” the beta responded. “Kianiko?”
“Excellent. The ride offered a pleasant diversion.”
They broke apart, and Corren retreated. He continued to ignore Omra but eyed the beasts and the sheen of sweat glistening on their coats. “I do not understand why you travel this way. But as you will. I shall have the stable keeper unbridle the animals and tend to their needs.” He paused. “Tell me about the female.”
“She is unbred.”
Corren arched his eyebrows.
Dak yanked up her shift, nudged her legs apart, and flicked at the ring between her legs. The sun felt hot against her exposed sex, the finger that brushed against her warmer still.
Alpha was focused on her, his head bent, so he did not catch the animosity that flashed in Corren’s gaze, but Omra did. She swallowed.
“A fortuitous find for you,” Corren said. Equanimity filled his eyes now.
The Commander let her smock fall. “And for you. She will serve your physical needs when you require release.”
“Thank you.” Corren nodded, but he did not sound at all grateful or appreciative, not to Omra’s ears anyway. “Now I understand why a courier delivered female uniforms this morning. I almost sent them back to the vendor, thinking it an error, but decided to check with you.”
“The articles came? Good. That was fast.”
“You are Alpha,” Corren commented drily. The familiarity Alpha allowed his beta heightened Omra’s respect for the Commander. Secure in his status, he did not dominate for the show of it.
“Indeed.” Alpha’s mouth twitched as he exchanged a glance with his beta. He beckoned to her. “Come.”
Omra scooted to the edge of the seat and jumped to the ground. She stumbled and would have fallen on the stone entry walk except that Alpha caught her elbow and steadied her. “This is my beta, Corren,” he informed her. “You remember what we talked about.”
Obey. She nodded in comprehension.
To Corren he said, “Her name is Omra.”
The beta tightened his lips.
Alpha arched an eyebrow. “You find her lacking?”
“May I speak freely?”
The Commander nodded. “Your opinion is worthy.”
“She appears scrawny and weak bodied, and I predict she will be unable to bear the rigors of domestic labors, let alone produce your progeny.” He sniffed.
Dak blinked. “You sound almost jealous.”
THE PERIMETER (Outside Series #3) by Shalini Boland
Guest Post from V.J. Chisholm
Hi everyone, well I’m V.J. Chisholm, indie author from bonnie wee Scotland.
I have to thank Cynthia for having me on her blog today
I’ve been a scribbler all my life and my passion for writing was most definitely passed onto me by my nana (who could always make up the most amazing stories on the spot).
I write for an indie publishing company called Vamptasy, which is an imprint of Crushing hearts and Black Butterfly’s, aka CHBB—I love working with them. It’s such a great family feeling there.
Magick Weaved on a Samhain Eve is my debut novella. This was my first shot at writing anything along the sizzling line. (It really come out as more of a sweet, but sassy, paranormal romance at the end of the day—guess my shyness got the better of me yet again, lol) It took a while before my muse & me to get it together on this one and come up with the idea of Alexia with her wicked, witchy ways. Lance took a bit more time to come to life. Despite knowing right away how I wanted him to be, I lacked any idea of what to make him look like. Until a friend of mine was making us gals laugh, (and there was a fair amount of drooling too, lol), one evening over a certain picture she had posted on her blog of a lovely, tasty male treat.
From that photo the looks and movements of Lance were born and so was Magick Weaved on Samhain Eve.
Magick weaved on a Samhain Eve is about Alexia, who is a lively, single, sassy, and sexy coven witch, yet she finds herself and her sex life (or lack of it) the hot topic of her fellow coven sisters after one of the coven’s full moon meetings. Add to the mix the discovery of an old spell and Alexia’s life starts to change very quickly as a spirit named Lance appears. Combine the heat of the full moon and a hint of destiny, and life will never be the same again for Alexia.
I love the team Alexia and Lance make when they clash and get together—so much so I’m currently working on the follow up to Magick Weaved.
I’ve been very lucky with this book as it just got voted to #1 on Goodreads for best short romance fiction and has been climbing in the Amazon.com paid kindle bestseller in the top 100 for drama British and Irish.
Here a little teaser for you all from Magick Weaved on a Samhain Eve.
She didn’t need to open her eyes to know that the spell had worked, as the air within the room had taken on an amazing tingling electric feeling. If that was not enough of a clue for her know that she was no longer in the room, the sudden appearance of a breath touching the back of her neck, and the feeling of a hand running over her bare shoulder, sweeping her hair over to one side, sure as hell did the trick.
Alexia felt like she had been burned by the touch. (There was no longer any doubt in her mind as to whether she would be able to feel her lover’s touch.) The lick and strength of heat the simple touch caused within her body shocked her so much that she would have jumped right off the bed had it not been for the arm that slipped like a snake around her waist, pinning her effectively against a well-defined and toned chest. She pushed back a little, and rubbed herself against it, reacting out of nothing more than pure instinct.
“Stop that now, Alexia, or this first round will before over far too quickly!” a deep male voice growled and purred into her ear.
There was more than a hint of an accent in his lusty voice. It was as sexy as hell, but there were not enough of the little grey cells in Alexia’s head that were still working to work out where it was from.
Goddess, what was up with her? She never melted from the barest of touches, and a few whispered words like this. This was an all consuming rush and need, and not normal for Alexia by any means. Hellfire! She didn’t even know this guy’s name yet. She was not allowed to dwell on that small fact for long.
Cover for Magick Weaved on a Samhain Eve
Author of Magick Weaved
V J Chisholm
Magick Weaved on a Samhain eve on Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com
It’s selling for .77p in the UK and .99 cents in the USA at the time of posting this blog
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Editing Service Announcement
This is an announcement about a price increase in my services as of January 1, 2014. I wanted to give advance notice so that no one was surprised by the change. I will list the current prices and the price increase below. I will also have a new website. It will be the same web address, www.cynthiashepp.com and I will announce that when it is up and running. My clients will want to take a look at it in case there are new policy announcements, as I know there will be in regards to formatting.
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