Genre: Dark Romance/Romantic Suspense Release Date: February 21, 2019
Blurb
I’m the devil’s spawn.
The son of evil incarnate.
The heir to corruption and depravity.
Gabrielle Duval once belonged to me. And whether she likes it or not, she’s destined to be mine again. What will it take to lure this luscious woman back into my bed? A deal with the devil himself, of course.
My name is JD Wilder, and this is the story of how I reclaim what’s mine.
A confirmed city-girl, Eva moved to rural Western Massachusetts in 2014. She found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkey, deer, and coyote roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she had been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into steamy love stories.
A romantic at heart, Eva looks forward to date night all week. The perfect evening includes well-crafted cocktails, a fabulous perfume, Cherry Garcia ice cream, and her husband, of course. If you add good friends, live jazz, and impossible shoes, she will follow you anywhere.
Eva holds a BA from Boston College, and a JD from the Washington College of Law. She spent a career working in domestic violence, child abuse and neglect, and civil rights. Aspects of this work often find their way into her books.
When she’s not writing sexy stories, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons, or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.
Five years ago, Tamra “Durty” Simon’s life was falling apart, and she had a one-way ticket to six-feet under. And if it hadn’t been for the Death’s Angels Motorcycle Club swooping in, dusting her off, and transforming her into the badass biker she is today, she’d be taking a dirt nap. Now, she has everything she ever wanted—or so she thought.
Brett “Sting” Jackson is on a mission, and nothing is going to stop him—not even the sexy, enticing female biker who makes him hard with a single look. Too bad he’s lying and keeping secrets from her. But the alternative could get her killed, and that’s not a risk he’s willing to take.
It took Sting crashing into her life to make Durty realize there’s something else in this world she wants to ride as hard as her bike—too bad fate has other plans for them. When a rival club makes a move against the Angels, all hell breaks loose. Lives will be lost, secrets will be revealed, and lies will be exposed. Because in the motorcycle world, lies may get you hurt, but the truth can get you killed.
1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?
There’s not much to tell really lol. I am a massage therapist by day, cranky writer by night. I drink a ton of coffee, I love my cupcakes and glitter.
2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?
I have this spot on my couch that has been nicknamed the ‘Bunny Hole’. It’s a space that it overrun by stuffed animals, fluffy blankets and pillows. That is my writing area. I usually write after my son goes to bed.
3: Where do your ideas come from?
Where don’t they?? Mostly music triggers ideas, but then again…TV does, movies, honestly everything does.
4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?
I am a plotter. My stories are too complex to try and pants them. I use 3×5 cards and plot out the basic outline chapter by chapter, and then I have a plot wall covered in sticky notes for timelines.
5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?
I am a multi-genre author. I write in Romantic Suspense, Family Saga, Cozy PNR and Cozy Mystery – so far. Sky is the limit when it comes to what genre I will write in.
6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?
That is a hard question. Policy of Truth is my latest and I had certain people in mind when I was character creating. Brett Michaels, Jason Statham, Dwayne Johnson—the list goes on.
7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?
Stephen King, Jackie Collins, Clive Barker, Sandra Brown.
8: What book/s are you reading at present?
George R.R. Martin and his book Fire & Blood.
9: What is your favourite book and why?
I think I’d have to say The Watcher in the Woods by Florence Engle Randall. That was the book that turned my life around when it came to reading, and I think sparked the fire to start writing.
10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?
Never quit. Never write for fame or money. Always write for yourself.
11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?
Growing up on the Central Coast, Scarlett Holloway always dreamed of seeing her name on the cover of a book and on the New York Times Best Seller List. What better way than to bring part of her past onto the pages of a novel, as well as writing about issues that women face on a daily basis? When she is not in her bunny hole writing, she is a massage therapist, trying to help people through therapeutic healing. Scarlett is hopelessly devoted to her husband, who she lovingly calls her plot bunny, and is active in her teenage son’s life.
Christian Goodman loves the ladies. When an old girlfriend calls, it’s game on until her game plan forces him to the sidelines. While there, his grandmother and best friend lose faith in him. With no one left, he finds Dr. Devin Rainey in her own struggle. Christian enters her life only to serve as a reminder of what she is missing, thus, creating tension between the two. She fights to remain professional, but personal needs force her to leave Christian, too. Completely alone, he turns to an unlikely ally to assist him in his quest for satisfaction.
Moonlight dimly illuminated the room as Chris stumbled into his bathroom. He admired his silhouette as he walked past the mirror. Even his muscular frame was sexy in the darkness. Chris’ self-admiration was interrupted when he noticed a small figure reflecting in the corner of the mirror. His mind had always played tricks on him and, lately, the occurrence had been more consistent. As always, when he looked over his shoulder, nothing was there. This time would be no different.
When he returned to his bed, he found himself alone. His lady friend had dressed and left without making a sound although she left a note on his nightstand.
‘We really should stop this.’
Chris chuckled. “Lauren, that’s what you said the last time and the time before that.” Chris spoke as if talking to her. He crumpled the note and lay back on his poster bed. Deep down, he knew she was right. It was just a matter of time before Ellis found out.
As Chris stared into space, he hoped he would sleep peacefully this night. Just one night without the dream. Please, just one night.
Christian James Goodman was the epitome of a beautiful African-American man. Standing at six feet-two inches and 220 pounds, Chris defined sexy. His chiseled body and broad physique got him a lot of attention from the ladies. His warm smile and mocha color added to his style. His light hazel-green eyes simply perpetuated his swagger while his strong baritone voice made the women yearn with desire. Yes, Chris had several physical attributes that men would pay money for and the confidence to use them.
Chris was a scholar and an athlete. Having won two state championships in high school and a national championship at University of Tennessee, he looked destined for the NBA. Yet, a shattering knee injury in his senior year ended this dreams.
“God had other plans, baby.” His grandmother reminded him whenever he got down about his knee injury. After two years of playing overseas, he came back to his high school alma mater, Bradford High, as an assistant basketball coach. Christian patiently awaited his turn, now it was his first year as the head coach. The job couldn’t have come at a better time in his life.
Chris Goodman had everything he could possibly want. He had his new two-thousand square foot home in Dunwoody, an affluent suburb of Atlanta, his SUV to be practical and his motorcycle to be relaxed. He had more than his fair share of women and settling down was nowhere in his sight, that was until Mama Van brought it into his peripheral.
***
As she peered into the darkness, Angela wondered how she had gotten to this point. “Why me?” She asked aloud. “What did I do to deserve this?”
She had not been at work in a week. She had not eaten in days. She lacked personal hygiene. Despite the numerous phone calls and messages from family and friends, Angela never felt so alone. Her whole world was in her one-bedroom apartment. That was where she wanted to keep it.
She pulled out her journal and wrote to the one person who understood what she was going through.
Dear God,
I have got to get over him but before I do, I will make him feel the same pain I do everyday. My plan is to use his own devices to destroy him. It will be flawless. I know I am supposed to wait on You, but vengeance is all mine, Lord.
Love Angie
Angela slammed her journal shut and slid it off her desk. It landed with a loud thud. Then another thud, Angela collapsed on the floor next to the book and sobbed quietly. Her body quivered with cold. Her muscles rocked with pain. She eventually cried herself to sleep.
***
Christian woke to soaking wet sheets. His plea for a peaceful night fell on deaf ears as the same dream interrupted his night’s rest. He routinely woke with cold sweats, a hot body, and a rigid muscle. Nothing was different this morning.
His cell phone sang Tupac’s “Dear Mama”.
“Yes, ma’am?” Chris answered the phone just as the lyric, ‘Don’t you know we love you, sweet lady’ ended.
“Morning, baby. I just wanted to make sure you was up.” Mama Van’s chirpy voice made him smile.
“Yes, ma’am, I’m woke.” He muttered.
“Well, ‘sho don’t sound like it but you grown now. Mama hopes you have a good day. Love ya.”
She hung up her phone before he could respond.
Mama Van was the one woman he respected unconditionally. It was the least he owed her considering all she had done. Chris loved her with all he was.
“Making love between the sheets.” The ring tone startled him. Since it sang the Isley Brothers, he knew it meant one of the three women he was “admiring” at this time. He told himself she would have to wait—whichever one it was. He did not even check to see which one it was. He simply rubbed his fingers over his well-groomed goatee and delighted in knowing he would have sex sometime tonight.
***
Angela stumbled into her bathroom. She slept most of the day. She walked past a mirror and despised what she saw. Her 5’6” and 150 pound voluptuous frame had lost its attractiveness. ‘Life is over’ is what the mirror taunted. After releasing a hollowing scream, she shattered the image with her fists. Her life was in as many pieces.
After a cleansing cry, Angela decided to pity train had run long enough. She showered for the first time in four days. Her need for revenge drove her to make herself presentable. She found the sexiest dress in her wardrobe and draped it over her body. She wanted something that would definitely get his attention. She washed and curled her daintily-cut crop. Once she examined her work, she felt ready for exact her scandalous scheme. Once upon a time she knew his number by heart. Now she needed to thumbed through her phone to make the call.
SA Brown is a writer in every sense of the word. She started as a contributing author in one of Zane’s Chocolate Flava series. After that, she was hooked.
Born and raised in Mississippi, SA began writing full time in 2010. She started writing one act plays and producing them in the community theaters. She completed the first draft of Still Not Satisfied in 2012 and actively searched for a publisher. After numerous rejection letters, she decided to focus on the stage. She traveled South Mississippi with her socially motivated one act plays using the Theater for Social Change model.
In 2015, SA moved to Atlanta and felt it was time to bring Still Not Satisfied to life. She found Prodigy Gold Books, a press out of Philadelphia and a dream was born. In addition to her novel, she has launched her own production company, SAB Entertainment. Through this channel, SA is writing and producing short films. In May 2018, she produced her first full stage play, Family Lies and plans to
tour the Southeast with it in 2019. Always writing, SA just completed the screenplay adaptation of Still Not Satisfied which she will pitch to producers. Currently, she is writing a web series, The Inner Circle. SA hopes to start production in summer 2019.
With hopes of educating while entertaining, SA’s biggest desire is that everyone learns a life lesson every time they walk away from any of her stories.
Title: Fireside Chat with Grammar Nazi Serial Killer
A psychological thriller with a female protagonist
Author: Ryan Suvaal
Genre: Crime, Thriller & Mystery,
Suspense, Psychological
About the Book:
Seventeen gruesome killings across the United States, within a span of six months and there was one clear connection among victims. They were all book authors. While media was decorating the murders with sensationalist stories, and law enforcement was playing catch-up, the homicidal maniac remained elusive and secretive. Things got very interesting, however, when one day she decided to appear on an internet talk show for an honest fireside chat. Her reason for being on this show was not a quest for fame, but something much more disturbing.
Suvaal weaves a fast-paced, dark, serial killer tale. It’s a story which is intense in parts yet comic on the edges and keeps the reader hooked in. A psychological thriller with a female protagonist.
Trigger Warnings: Few descriptions of violence and gore.
Stella woke up in her bathtub and felt a little hazy. The back of her head and neck hurt like hell. Her vision was still blurry. She definitely was in her bathroom but the lights were dim. She tried to get up but couldn’t.
“Good morning, sunshine.” She heard a soft voice on her left.
She realized there was a mysterious woman standing on the left side of the bathtub. The woman had a sleek build and was dressed in a gray shirt, black trousers, and a black jacket. She was wearing blue clinical gloves and a dark black cloth mask. The mask covered her face from just above her nose all the way to the back.
Her two eyes gawked at Stella from behind the mask. Stella tried to move but she realized she was trapped in a sticky liquid. The bathtub was filled with a translucent, viscous fluid. And she was dipped neck deep into it.
“Oh, forget about moving now.” The woman chuckled. “This is thixotropic epoxy resin, max industrial grade. And you have been set only for a few minutes. Now, after our little chit-chat here, I am going to dip you completely in it. Then I am gonna put in a few thousand-watt light bulbs in here to heat up this place and hasten the curing process. Within 24 hours you should be 95% solid within this resin. The best part is that your kids are not here. They will be back only after a week. No servants, cooks or gardeners in here, so no one will come and disturb you in this remote village house where you were planning to pen down your next magnum opus. Whoever comes next, though, will find your perfectly laid, resin-preserved body here.”
“Please, I have two kids. Please … let me go,” Stella pleaded. She was still stupefied.
“Are you asking me a question or is that a declarative statement? I can’t decide.”
“Please, please, my family my kids, they are dependent on me.” Stella now started to cry. Who was this freak who had dipped her in resin and was threatening her life?
“Let me tell you I do feel sorry for you and your family. Though you can’t see my face from beneath my mark, tears are rolling down my cheeks as we speak. Perhaps they are not tears; I may have something in my eyes that I need to wash off.”
“Please let me go.”
“Oh no, I can’t. My compulsiveness has driven me to the point that I could not have taken your bullshit anymore.” The woman now sounded very angry.
“Bullshit? What are you saying? Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing this? Oh, this is my favorite part.”
The woman pulled out a book from inside her coat. Stella realized it was her recently published novel, The Fire-nest in My Belly.
The woman started to read. “On page twenty-nine you wrote, and let me quote you here, you wrote, ‘Polly inverted the pancake and she realized that it was now well done and she then took it off the gas stove and put it on Ramesh’s plate.’ You do remember this line from your book?”
Stella kept quiet; she did not want to say anything. She just kept looking at her book in the hands of that freak woman.
“This is your book, right? Stella Davidov, that’s the name on the cover.”
“Yes, it’s me.” Stella could just feebly mutter the words.
“IS IT YOU OR NOT?” the woman screamed.
“Yes, yes it’s me…” Stella again burst into tears.
“This is the bullshit you write? You do realize you are missing a few …
About the Author:
Ryan Suvaal is an American writer, passionate about writing page-turner psychological thrillers. His favorite hangout is a coffee shop where he guzzles in tonnes of caffeine and weaves characters pumped up with deadly intentions and worlds full of thrill, suspense, and gore.
“Fireside Chat with a Grammar Nazi Serial Killer” is one of the first in a series of Psychological thrillers which he has penned down during past few months, which will now be sequentially released on Amazon.
“A deep-rooted question always keeps broiling inside of me. This question is whether I am writing the story or the story is forcing me to write it? Am I the actor and story is the art, or story is the actor and I am the medium?”
Tsayad is tasked with vanquishing demons for his clients in the sleepy town assigned to him. With his trusty blade and riotous shotgun, unclean spirits were no match for him- that is, until a greater darkness began to seep in. Tsayad soon finds that he is not strong enough on his own to drive off this force of evil.
For fans of B-horror movies with ridiculous violence and plenty of cheese.
1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?
I’m a married father of three beautiful daughters, seven, nine and eleven. My day job is engineering work in the fenestration industry. We live in beautiful Southern Oregon and enjoy being active and spending time with family.
I had a teacher in the third grade that really planted the writing seed in me. We’d have a time during the week where we’d write books. My friend and I had a whole series about jet fighter pilots. I think we spent more time drawing pictures in them than actually writing and it still amuses me how the number of exclamation points corresponded to how large an explosion was. Nevertheless, I continued writing all through school and ended up writing a novel for my senior project in high school.
2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?
I usually like to write at night when the house is quiet.
3: Where do your ideas come from?
My mind wanders sometimes and these thoughts just pop into my head. I like to people watch when I’m in a crowd and I think in observing people I get ideas. That’s the best I can describe it.
4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?
This is an interesting topic that I’ve talked with different writers about. I’ve tried both ways. On a previous novel, I tried writing an outline and then filling in all the scenes. It was almost like writing a screenplay and filling in the imagery. The problem was that I’d imagined the entire story in my mind and it didn’t end up on the paper. It made sense when I read it because it was in my mind, but others did not get it. For my latest work, I decided to start with a vague idea and just let it carry me as I went. I felt like this allowed the story to exist on the paper before it existed in my mind. In doing so, my hope is that the story will be more natural and translate to others.
5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?
I’ve had a lot of genres through the years, but I’ve settled on supernatural/horror – but I don’t take myself too seriously. I like humor in my writing, so it ends up being kind of like a B-movie with elements of horror but also funny dialogue.
Growing up, I was drawn to horror movies, especially the ‘80’s vintage. A lot of those movies were really cheesy, but I loved it. I’ve also had experiences in my life that I can draw from. I don’t think that what we can see of the world is all there is. I’ve had too many experiences that say otherwise.
6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?
My main character reminds me of Jayne from Firefly, so I think Adam Baldwin would make a good lead in my story. Danny Huston would be great for my head villain. The rest of the characters would have to be CGI apparitions.
7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?
I don’t get to read as much as I’d like due to work and family commitments, but usually I find time during the winter to read. Frank Peretti was a favorite growing up. John Sandford is pretty good. CS Lewis is always good. Steven King has some good stuff, although I haven’t enjoyed all his works. Steigg Larsson, I am in awe of how he wove the story in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Ken Follett is one that my mom has recently introduced me to.
8: What book/s are you reading at present?
I am currently reading Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy. It was recommended to me by a friend and it’s been a growing experience for me. He’s writing about a brutal time in American history and he has an extensive vocabulary. I think the hardest thing about reading it is that he doesn’t use quotation marks for dialogue, so it’s hard to tell when someone is speaking.
9: What is your favourite book and why?
The Visitation by Frank Peretti. I end up rereading this one every few years because I can relate to it so much. It has elements of the supernatural but also a man wrestling with his beliefs and how to reconcile them with what is happening in his town.
10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?
Write what you know. I don’t write police detective stories, even though I love reading them, because I’m not a cop. My characters can’t be authentic if they don’t act like a real officer would. I read how Ken Follett spent time learning about WW2 aircraft and even about the exact model he wanted to write about so that his descriptions were authentic. You may not have the luxury of researching like Mr. Follett, so write what you do know.
11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?
I have a page on Facebook for The Demon Hunter. I also have a WordPress blog for my writing: www.davidbelau.wordpress.com
I’m a 30ish year old, married father of three girls. I’m a mechanical engineer that is moonlighting as a writer. I love cars and working on them, specifically old Mopars. I like writing on a variety of subjects, so you never know what you’re going to get.
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Still Not Satisfied
