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A fledgling romance separated by over 790 million miles isn't Lee's worst problem. His best friend turned secret lover wants to keep their relationship hidden. On a surprise visit home to Mars, can Lee convince his boyfriend that he is worth taking a chance on?
Lee and Clint haven't seen each other in over two years. Ever since Clint deployed to Saturn's moon Titan, their communication consisted of short emails and spotty voice messages.
The last leave home didn't end with good memories. It culminated in a confused and livid family, and the relationship remained concealed.
This time, can Lee and Clint keep their hands off each other long enough to solve their festering issues? Or will the past replay itself, and Lee will be left broken-hearted and alone... again.
Excerpt:
"It's been too long." Dolly smiled at him across the table. "What has it been, two years?" She must have realized the last time they had seen each other happened to be the same day her brother had shipped out. Glancing down, as if suddenly aware she had brought up a touchy subject, she fidgeted. Lee hadn't wanted him to go.
Twenty-two months, two weeks, a handful of days, but who's counting--
"Something like that." Lee tried to smile for her but couldn't make it go to his eyes. Instead, he just settled for a half-crooked grin that he hoped she would read as sincere. "Are you in town long?"
"You want to get rid of me?" Dolly teased, placing her hand on his.
Looking down at her small pixie-like hands, Lee realized they were just smaller versions of Clint's hands. The nail beds were the same size and shape. Even her cuticles were identical. Clint's hands were probably calloused and rough from his time away. When Lee looked up at her face, all he could see were Clint's eyes. How didn't he know that they had the same eyes? The blue of Earth's oceans matched in those two small globes. A pang of emotion swept over him and knotted in his stomach. He couldn't identify what it was. Regret? Longing? Sorrow?
"What's wrong?" Her soft southern drawl that she would never be rid of seeped out of her words. The same drawl that flowed from Clint's tongue every time they video messaged.
Tears sprang to his eyes. Lee would never call himself an emotional man, but at that second in time, he missed Clint with body, heart, soul, mind—every bit of his being. It went beyond reason, as the only thing he longed for in the universe was a hug from his fair-haired officer.
"You miss him that much, don't you?" Dolly asked as though reading his mind.
Lee coughed and blinked furiously. "Excuse me?"
"Lee Louis Love, I've known you since you couldn't pronounce my last name correctly and called me Dolly Wafers instead of Waters. We went to first grade together. I can tell how much you miss him." She started playing with her fork, then added softly, "We all do."
"I..." Lee didn't know what to say. Dolly was one of his best friends growing up, but he had never truly discussed his relationships with her. Clint and his affair needed to remain a secret. "So, what brings you to the Moon? I was a little surprised to hear from you."
"Truthfully?" Dolly asked. The waitress returned with Dolly's Coke and a Moon brand beer that was fairly common around the dome.
"Of course." Lee said.
"You."
A bit of beer went down the wrong pipe, and Lee started coughing. His face felt warm, as he hacked into his hand.
"Excuse me?" he croaked out between sputters.
"I know you are in love with Clint."
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A fledgling romance separated by over 790 million miles isn't Lee's worst problem. His best friend turned secret lover wants to keep their relationship hidden. On a surprise visit home to Mars, can Lee convince his boyfriend that he is worth taking a chance on?
Lee and Clint haven't seen each other in over two years. Ever since Clint deployed to Saturn's moon Titan, their communication consisted of short emails and spotty voice messages.
The last leave home didn't end with good memories. It culminated in a confused and livid family, and the relationship remained concealed.
This time, can Lee and Clint keep their hands off each other long enough to solve their festering issues? Or will the past replay itself, and Lee will be left broken-hearted and alone... again.
Excerpt:
"It's been too long." Dolly smiled at him across the table. "What has it been, two years?" She must have realized the last time they had seen each other happened to be the same day her brother had shipped out. Glancing down, as if suddenly aware she had brought up a touchy subject, she fidgeted. Lee hadn't wanted him to go.
Twenty-two months, two weeks, a handful of days, but who's counting--
"Something like that." Lee tried to smile for her but couldn't make it go to his eyes. Instead, he just settled for a half-crooked grin that he hoped she would read as sincere. "Are you in town long?"
"You want to get rid of me?" Dolly teased, placing her hand on his.
Looking down at her small pixie-like hands, Lee realized they were just smaller versions of Clint's hands. The nail beds were the same size and shape. Even her cuticles were identical. Clint's hands were probably calloused and rough from his time away. When Lee looked up at her face, all he could see were Clint's eyes. How didn't he know that they had the same eyes? The blue of Earth's oceans matched in those two small globes. A pang of emotion swept over him and knotted in his stomach. He couldn't identify what it was. Regret? Longing? Sorrow?
"What's wrong?" Her soft southern drawl that she would never be rid of seeped out of her words. The same drawl that flowed from Clint's tongue every time they video messaged.
Tears sprang to his eyes. Lee would never call himself an emotional man, but at that second in time, he missed Clint with body, heart, soul, mind—every bit of his being. It went beyond reason, as the only thing he longed for in the universe was a hug from his fair-haired officer.
"You miss him that much, don't you?" Dolly asked as though reading his mind.
Lee coughed and blinked furiously. "Excuse me?"
"Lee Louis Love, I've known you since you couldn't pronounce my last name correctly and called me Dolly Wafers instead of Waters. We went to first grade together. I can tell how much you miss him." She started playing with her fork, then added softly, "We all do."
"I..." Lee didn't know what to say. Dolly was one of his best friends growing up, but he had never truly discussed his relationships with her. Clint and his affair needed to remain a secret. "So, what brings you to the Moon? I was a little surprised to hear from you."
"Truthfully?" Dolly asked. The waitress returned with Dolly's Coke and a Moon brand beer that was fairly common around the dome.
"Of course." Lee said.
"You."
A bit of beer went down the wrong pipe, and Lee started coughing. His face felt warm, as he hacked into his hand.
"Excuse me?" he croaked out between sputters.
"I know you are in love with Clint."
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Legend has it that anyone that looks upon a medusa will never live to tell the tale. However, fate has different ideas...
Drucilla, a medusa-human shifter, is unable to control her transformations, which puts every living creature near her in danger of becoming stone. Her sisters have given her ten years to teach herself how to control it, but she is down to her last few days, and still cannot do it.
Az, a gargoyle, is cursed to turn to stone every sun rise and to only be released from his rock tomb every sunset. He is the only living being that Drucilla has seen survive her medusa stare. Can he help her control her shifts or will she be forever alone, too afraid to face anyone ever again?
Excerpt:
Drucilla!
She had followed him. If they found out she was the one--
The mob stopped, placing him in the middle of the two statues. Someone behind him ripped off the cloak, revealing his true self. Az took the moment of surprise to raise his wings. His wingspan was massive, at least two or three times his height. Drucilla had taken the opportunity to sneak out of the alley toward the crowd. He rushed over to her, grabbing her and hugging her tight to his chest as one would do a captive.
She squealed and struggled. Her hair whipped around her head in a flurry of its own.
"Change now," he breathed in her ear.
Feeling her tense, then release, her hair sank down atop her head.
"He has a hostage!" A woman yelled from the crowd. The mob quieted as he maneuvered himself back toward the statues. The archers surrounded him in a circle and he was afraid of them getting a bit too anxious with their arrows.
Drucilla had dropped her head so that her hair fell over her face. The shift of her body, rubbed against him and he found himself reacting to her warm presence.
"By the gods..." Az mumbled under his breath.
It made her turn, rubbing her warm behind against his lower regions. He felt himself harden.
"What?" she whispered.
"Stop moving."
"Why—" she moved slowly in his arms, and she must have felt why. "Oh."
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Legend has it that anyone that looks upon a medusa will never live to tell the tale. However, fate has different ideas...
Drucilla, a medusa-human shifter, is unable to control her transformations, which puts every living creature near her in danger of becoming stone. Her sisters have given her ten years to teach herself how to control it, but she is down to her last few days, and still cannot do it.
Az, a gargoyle, is cursed to turn to stone every sun rise and to only be released from his rock tomb every sunset. He is the only living being that Drucilla has seen survive her medusa stare. Can he help her control her shifts or will she be forever alone, too afraid to face anyone ever again?
Excerpt:
Drucilla!
She had followed him. If they found out she was the one--
The mob stopped, placing him in the middle of the two statues. Someone behind him ripped off the cloak, revealing his true self. Az took the moment of surprise to raise his wings. His wingspan was massive, at least two or three times his height. Drucilla had taken the opportunity to sneak out of the alley toward the crowd. He rushed over to her, grabbing her and hugging her tight to his chest as one would do a captive.
She squealed and struggled. Her hair whipped around her head in a flurry of its own.
"Change now," he breathed in her ear.
Feeling her tense, then release, her hair sank down atop her head.
"He has a hostage!" A woman yelled from the crowd. The mob quieted as he maneuvered himself back toward the statues. The archers surrounded him in a circle and he was afraid of them getting a bit too anxious with their arrows.
Drucilla had dropped her head so that her hair fell over her face. The shift of her body, rubbed against him and he found himself reacting to her warm presence.
"By the gods..." Az mumbled under his breath.
It made her turn, rubbing her warm behind against his lower regions. He felt himself harden.
"What?" she whispered.
"Stop moving."
"Why—" she moved slowly in his arms, and she must have felt why. "Oh."
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Nominated for: Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Book :: The Medusa's Gargoyle
Island Urges
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Researching a catastrophic phenomenon that has plagued the planet, special teams of track-marks (genetically altered humans with elemental powers) must secure and collect data from newly formed islands before the competition does—or be get killed.
Firepower track mark Ignacia (Iggy) and her team needs to get information before the competition does. She hopes crashing the governor's ball will let her gain the advantage she desires to be the first to claim the new track of land. She's willing to go alone, but her boss makes her take the last person she wants to see.
Windpower track mark Calder isn't going let a pesky invitation leave him out of the party. He sneaks onto the grounds for the chance to accompany Iggy on the secure. A tumultuous past behind him, this may be his only chance to get back on a team—if Iggy can stand to be around him again.
Together, they must face their past or face death as the island seems to hold its own secrets in the sand.
Excerpt:
My flesh grew increasingly warm. The sand felt so good under my shoes that I slipped them off and wiggled my toes in it. As soon as my toes hit the sand, I felt adrenaline and endorphins go racing through my system. I backed up against the purple tree and sank into the warm sand. It was like I was skydiving again, all this adrenaline racing through my system.
"Get up!" Calder yelled, startling me.
I jumped to my feet. Every hair on my body felt like it was standing on end. I had goosebumps all over my arms and legs. My nipples were hard against the stiff confines of my vest. They scraped painfully, tightly puckered against the canvas. Every breath made me aware of them and they shot jolts of electric energy from my chest to the moist heat building between my legs. Havoc was being played with my nervous system. Every touch, smell, taste, sound electrified, magnified.
Calder stared at me. Hunger filled his eyes. I looked at his arms and they were also covered in gooseflesh.
"Ignacia." He said my name as if tasting it on his lips.
It sounded like heaven. His deep masculine voice rumbled in a deep growl. Nothing had ever been more erotic than the simple act of saying my name.
"Calder." I exhaled his name slowly.
His breath quickened as he reached for me and pulled me into his arms. Our skin touched and it sent shivers down my spine and my breasts longed to be free. He sought out my mouth and brushed his lips with mine, but it wasn't enough. We both yearned for more. I clung to him desperately, my cheek against his chest. He felt so marvelous against my skin, I just wanted to enjoy him. This warm body against me.
That was when I realized that he was more than a warm body against me. I was in love with Calder all over again. Disgusted with myself, I put my palms against his chest to push myself away. I looked up at him and could feel his heartbeat steadily increasing under my fingers. Calder bent down and breathed warm and hot in my ear.
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Researching a catastrophic phenomenon that has plagued the planet, special teams of track-marks (genetically altered humans with elemental powers) must secure and collect data from newly formed islands before the competition does—or be get killed.
Firepower track mark Ignacia (Iggy) and her team needs to get information before the competition does. She hopes crashing the governor's ball will let her gain the advantage she desires to be the first to claim the new track of land. She's willing to go alone, but her boss makes her take the last person she wants to see.
Windpower track mark Calder isn't going let a pesky invitation leave him out of the party. He sneaks onto the grounds for the chance to accompany Iggy on the secure. A tumultuous past behind him, this may be his only chance to get back on a team—if Iggy can stand to be around him again.
Together, they must face their past or face death as the island seems to hold its own secrets in the sand.
Excerpt:
My flesh grew increasingly warm. The sand felt so good under my shoes that I slipped them off and wiggled my toes in it. As soon as my toes hit the sand, I felt adrenaline and endorphins go racing through my system. I backed up against the purple tree and sank into the warm sand. It was like I was skydiving again, all this adrenaline racing through my system.
"Get up!" Calder yelled, startling me.
I jumped to my feet. Every hair on my body felt like it was standing on end. I had goosebumps all over my arms and legs. My nipples were hard against the stiff confines of my vest. They scraped painfully, tightly puckered against the canvas. Every breath made me aware of them and they shot jolts of electric energy from my chest to the moist heat building between my legs. Havoc was being played with my nervous system. Every touch, smell, taste, sound electrified, magnified.
Calder stared at me. Hunger filled his eyes. I looked at his arms and they were also covered in gooseflesh.
"Ignacia." He said my name as if tasting it on his lips.
It sounded like heaven. His deep masculine voice rumbled in a deep growl. Nothing had ever been more erotic than the simple act of saying my name.
"Calder." I exhaled his name slowly.
His breath quickened as he reached for me and pulled me into his arms. Our skin touched and it sent shivers down my spine and my breasts longed to be free. He sought out my mouth and brushed his lips with mine, but it wasn't enough. We both yearned for more. I clung to him desperately, my cheek against his chest. He felt so marvelous against my skin, I just wanted to enjoy him. This warm body against me.
That was when I realized that he was more than a warm body against me. I was in love with Calder all over again. Disgusted with myself, I put my palms against his chest to push myself away. I looked up at him and could feel his heartbeat steadily increasing under my fingers. Calder bent down and breathed warm and hot in my ear.
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Nominated for Best science fiction/futuristic book:: Island Urges
Penny for the Night
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Release Date: April 19, 2013
Hired to investigate strange phenomenon at a historic mansion, Penny, a struggling psychic can't let this opportunity pass. Even if that does mean being thrown together with her ex, Declan, all night long, all by themselves, or are they?
Excerpt:
"Penny," a gruff voice said from the back of the room.
Surprised, she jerked her head to the left as the familiarity of the voice washed over her. When she turned, she saw him, all six feet, and in a dark blue suit. He looked good, very professional. His dusty blond hair still had that unkempt sexiness that made her want to run her fingers through it. He must still run, as his lean muscles were outlined in the tailored jacket and pants. Her body reacted as if she had been punched in the gut. How long had he been there? Had he known she was at the funeral the whole time?
"Declan?" she said, slightly confused.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, an accusatory tone in his voice.
His presence filled the room; how had she not felt him there? Perhaps it was the atmosphere; she wasn't used to doing readings in such damp conditions.
"I'm...I..." Penny started, then, realizing it was really none of his business, stated, "I'm here in a professional capacity."
"A professional what?"
"That's none of your concern. I didn't realize you lived around here, let alone would be at this funeral—"
"So, you would have avoided me, if given the chance?" he asked.
"Yes," Penny responded, offering the truth. "Why open old wounds?"
He opened, then shut his mouth slowly, as if tasting that delicate bit of knowledge.
"I've moved on, as I'm sure you have too," Declan stated finally.
"Of course, it's been what, nine-ten years?"
"Something like that."
"Well, it was good seeing you, but I have a meeting with my client in a few minutes, I should get going." She held her hand out to him for a handshake.
Declan looked at Penny's hand, and with a roll of his eyes, he walked out the door. He still wouldn't touch her.
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"The best Erotica Paranormal Thriller I ever read. Kept me entralled in all three genres - the heroine's paranormal powers had a good balance of awesome and limits, the sex/love between the erotic couple was intense, and the mystery driving the plotline kept me reading far past my bedtime. Great Job Sally Max!!! Date Added: 08/18/2013 by Esther Scott" Breathless Press
Release Date: April 19, 2013
Hired to investigate strange phenomenon at a historic mansion, Penny, a struggling psychic can't let this opportunity pass. Even if that does mean being thrown together with her ex, Declan, all night long, all by themselves, or are they?
Excerpt:
"Penny," a gruff voice said from the back of the room.
Surprised, she jerked her head to the left as the familiarity of the voice washed over her. When she turned, she saw him, all six feet, and in a dark blue suit. He looked good, very professional. His dusty blond hair still had that unkempt sexiness that made her want to run her fingers through it. He must still run, as his lean muscles were outlined in the tailored jacket and pants. Her body reacted as if she had been punched in the gut. How long had he been there? Had he known she was at the funeral the whole time?
"Declan?" she said, slightly confused.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, an accusatory tone in his voice.
His presence filled the room; how had she not felt him there? Perhaps it was the atmosphere; she wasn't used to doing readings in such damp conditions.
"I'm...I..." Penny started, then, realizing it was really none of his business, stated, "I'm here in a professional capacity."
"A professional what?"
"That's none of your concern. I didn't realize you lived around here, let alone would be at this funeral—"
"So, you would have avoided me, if given the chance?" he asked.
"Yes," Penny responded, offering the truth. "Why open old wounds?"
He opened, then shut his mouth slowly, as if tasting that delicate bit of knowledge.
"I've moved on, as I'm sure you have too," Declan stated finally.
"Of course, it's been what, nine-ten years?"
"Something like that."
"Well, it was good seeing you, but I have a meeting with my client in a few minutes, I should get going." She held her hand out to him for a handshake.
Declan looked at Penny's hand, and with a roll of his eyes, he walked out the door. He still wouldn't touch her.
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"The best Erotica Paranormal Thriller I ever read. Kept me entralled in all three genres - the heroine's paranormal powers had a good balance of awesome and limits, the sex/love between the erotic couple was intense, and the mystery driving the plotline kept me reading far past my bedtime. Great Job Sally Max!!! Date Added: 08/18/2013 by Esther Scott" Breathless Press