Saturday, May 25, 2019

New Mpreg I'm Working On By S.C. Wynne

Hello all!

I've been busy busy in the writing cave! I'm working on an mpreg romance that has a slightly more dark theme than usual. The gist of it is the omega is kidnapped by a mobster, and the alpha holding him is part of the kidnapping. The alpha isn't the nicest guy, but he isn't the worst either. This dynamic makes it fun to write. Of course, there is also the challenge of making the alpha likeable enough that the readers don't hate him.

I'll give you a taste, and the cover too! (My reader's group already saw the cover. If you're interested in joining my reader's group, click on the link WYNNER'S CIRCLE

EXCERPT (unedited):

Chapter One

Opening my eyes, I couldn’t see anything. It was dark as night, and there was the sound of dripping water nearby. My head throbbed, and I was cold. Bone cold. Why wasn’t I in my warm bed? Had I partied too hard last night and fallen asleep in someone’s yard? Sitting up, I groaned loudly as my stiff muscles protested the movement. There was no sound of crickets or any type of wildlife. I seemed to be inside. I searched the gloom, hoping for something that might jog my memory. I scowled when I became aware that my wrists were bound.

What. The. Fuck.

I needed to think. Where had I been last night? The Golden Ring. Yes, I’d been dancing and drinking with Seth at The Golden Ring. So… where was my best buddy Seth, and why was I tied up? Was this some bizarre sex game gone wrong? I didn’t remember picking anyone up last night. I’d been tired and not really in the mood to sleep with anyone. No one had appealed anyway — Wait. None of that mattered. I needed to figure out why I was tied up in this damp hellhole.

I managed to scramble onto my knees. “Seth?”

No response.

“Hello? Anybody? Where am I?” I called out, as my heart thumped my ribs. “Why am I here?”


My stomach growled, and I really needed to pee. How long had I been here? Had someone drugged me? I’d heard about shit like that happening, but I’d never thought it could happen to me. I struggled clumsily to my feet, stumbling a bit. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the gloom, and I noticed a small bed against the brick wall. I was a bit peeved whoever had dumped me here hadn’t bothered to put me on the bed, they’d just tossed me on the ground like a piece of trash. Even though my hands were tied, I managed to pat my pockets, but was frustrated to find my cell was missing.

I gritted my teeth and yelled, “Why am I here?”


Anger rolled through me, and I shouted, “You’d better let me go! My father is a very powerful man. He’s not going to appreciate you treating his only son like this.”

Something fluttered above my head, and I winced and looked up. I couldn’t see anything, but the soft cooing of a dove came to me. This was crazy. What the hell was going on? Had I actually been kidnapped and tossed in a fucking barn? I almost laughed because the idea of that just seemed so ridiculous. And yet… it was also terrifying. Whoever had brought me here hadn’t cared about my comfort, that was for sure.

There was a narrow red door near the foot of the bed. I moved toward that, feeling uneasy. The door had a grimy window, but it seemed someone had sprayed it with black paint so my view was blocked. My heart pounded as I approached the door. With my hands tied, it was awkward, but I managed to grab the knob. It didn’t move, and with a sinking stomach, I realized it was locked.

Anger rolled through me, and I kicked the wood. “Let me out of here, now!” I growled. My foot throbbed from striking the hard surface, but I kicked again. “I demand you let me out of here. Who the fuck do you think you are? This isn’t funny. Seth, if this is some kind of sick joke, I’m going to murder you.”

Nobody responded. There was nothing but a sickening silence. A part of me was relieved whoever had done this to me didn’t seem to be around. Anyone who’d do something like this probably wasn’t a very nice person. I tried to keep my fear at bay, but it wasn’t easy. If no one knew where I was, then no one would be able to help me. If this truly was a kidnapping, what did this sicko want? Money? I really hoped that was all they wanted. My dad would pay up, of that I was sure. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to his sole heir. Maybe we didn’t always get along great, but I was his only child, and I knew he loved me.

My head still pounded, and I sat gingerly on the little bed. The springs creaked alarmingly, but it held me. The bedding was a gray flannel blanket, a flat foam pillow, and white sheets. Nothing fancy. I thought longingly of my king sized bed back home with the down comforter and pillows. I leaned down and sniffed the pillow. It smelled new. Thank God it didn’t have some other alpha or omega’s scent. Thankfully, the sheets smelled of bleach. At least whoever this was who’d taken me hadn’t given me soiled bedding.

Hours passed as I nervously stared into space. Eventually, my shivering got to be too much, and I crawled under the blanket. The air of the room was freezing, and my teeth chattered because the blanket was thin. Did my captor not realize how cold this room was, or did they find pleasure in my discomfort? I’d be lucky if I didn’t catch pneumonia. It was February and the temperatures had been unusually chilly this year. Either this person who’d taken me didn’t remember that, or they didn’t give a crap if I froze to death.

As scared as I was, I apparently still dozed off. The sound of metal scraping jerked me awake, and I sat up in fear. I searched the darkness for some signs of movement, but didn’t see anyone. My gaze dropped to a slot at the foot of the door, where golden light shone through. It appeared someone had shoved a tray of food through that slim opening. I’d been distracted earlier and hadn’t noticed the slot before. I climbed slowly from the bed, crouching in front of the tray. Did I dare eat or drink anything offered?

“Who are you?” I called through the slot. “Why am I here?”

The slot slammed closed, making me flinch.

“You expect me to eat this? For all I know it’s poisoned,” I hissed, glaring at the slot.

The only response was the sound of heavy footsteps receding. I grabbed the bottle of apple juice from the tray, ignoring the food, and got back on the bed. When I twisted the cap off the drink, the safety seal cracked reassuringly. At least the juice probably wasn’t tampered with. But I wasn’t hungry enough yet to chance the food. It appeared to be some sort of beef soup. While the thought of eating something hot did appeal, the the idea of being poisoned did not.

I gulped the juice, knowing it would make my need to pee worse. Did this asshole expect me to simply urinate and shit where I slept? I hadn’t done much exploring of the space yet, but once I’d finished my juice, I set the empty bottle on the ground and stood. There seemed to be some cracks in the walls that were now allowing a hint of sunlight. Without my cell, I had no idea what time it was. I didn’t wear a watch, and was now regretting not listening to Dad about that. Of course, for all I knew this person would have stolen my watch.

I inched around the space, taking care not to trip over the various paint buckets and gardening tools. With the sun coming through the walls, I was now able to see the room better. It was larger than I’d first thought. There was what looked like a closet at the far end. When I creaked open the door, I found a dingy toilet and sink. I’d never been so happy to see a toilet in my life. I moved to the porcelain bowl, fumbling with my zipper. With my wrists tied, it was no easy task freeing myself enough to pee into the toilet. Somehow I managed to hit my mark, although zipping my pants back up was a challenge.

Once I had an empty bladder, I felt a little better. I still had a headache, and was still freezing, but at least I wasn’t in danger of pissing myself at the moment. I washed my hands, and returned to investigating my prison. There was one window, but it was boarded over, and no other door, other than the one with the slot. I tried prying the boards from the window, but wasn’t able to budge them.

My guess was I was in some kind of gardening shed. I eyed a rusty red shovel, wondering if I should drag it nearer to the bed, so it could be used as a weapon. I bent down and grabbed it, then I pulled it after me as I returned to the bed. I kicked it under the bed, making sure the ends of it weren’t exposed. With my hands tied, it would be difficult to grab the shovel, and use it effectively as a weapon, but it felt wrong not to at least try and defend myself.

Feeling groggy, I sat back on the bed and closed my eyes. I was still thirsty. All I’d had since last night was that apple juice. I’d had about four margaritas at the club, which was definitely helping me to feel dehydrated. I curled into a ball, listening for sounds from outside of the shed. At once point I thought I heard a dog barking, and the sound of a car, but I couldn’t be certain.

It was odd to have nothing to do. If I’d been home I’d probably still be sleeping off last night. Without my phone, all I could do was stare into space as my thoughts circled anxiously. Of course, I was too scared to be bored. I wanted to find a way out of this mess, but didn’t know where to begin. If my captor wasn’t willing to talk to me, I couldn’t try and reason with him. If I’d had my cell, at least I’d have had some hope I could be tracked.

My thoughts drifted to Seth. I hoped he was okay. Had he been there when I was abducted, or had we parted ways already? I couldn’t seem to remember the last half of the night. I had no memory of a struggle, or of being attacked. Was that because I’d been drugged? Hit over the head? I bent my neck, and ran my fingers over my skull. There was no bump that I could find.

I just needed to sit tight. Someone would come for me. My dad was rich and had plenty of connections. There was no way he’d just not care if I suddenly disappeared. I winced when I remembered we’d had a huge blow up a few days ago. He had been furious, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from finding me. He’d been angry because I’d been blowing off work at his company for a few weeks. I’d been having a blast with Seth in Hawaii, and I hadn’t wanted to cut it short. I didn’t have anything to do when I did show up for work. I was the VP of my dad’s company, Lewis Technologies, but it was mostly a name only kind of thing. Lewis Technologies was a well oiled machine, and all I did was get in the way. Besides, I had no interest in my dad’s business. I enjoyed the financial rewards it gave me, but I definitely didn’t feel passionate about circuit boards etc. It would be a cruel irony if I ended up murdered because of that company.

Of course, this person who had me captive could easily just be a random nut case. A pervert. He or she might not even know who my dad was, and I’d simply been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. This person might just like torturing strangers. For the first time in my life, I was grateful my mom wasn’t alive. She’d have made herself sick with worry. 

I squeezed my eyes closed, burying my face in the pillow. I was scared. More scared than I’d ever been in my life. I hated admitting that. I wanted to be brave. I wanted to figure out a way to save myself, but I didn’t know where to begin. My daily life was pampered. I didn’t have to figure things out because there was always someone there to do that for me. But no one was here with me now. No one was shielding me, or watching out for me. I was at the mercy of some lunatic who didn’t care if I froze to death. I held on to the glimmer of hope that he’d tried to feed me. If he just wanted me dead, he wouldn’t have offered me a warm meal, right? Unless offering me food was simply a way to get drugs in me. I’d be less likely to try and escape if I was drugged. Sticking me with a needle would be a lot harder than drugging my food.

I shuddered, and pulled my knees to my chest, trying to hold in my body heat. I had to believe someone would save me. I had to hold on to that thought, because the alternative was unthinkable.

This one will be released June 2019!

Hope you enjoyed the sample. :)


Tuesday, May 21, 2019

New release from Kiernan Kelly's YA alter ego Dakota Chase!

When Ash and Grant set fire to Merlin’s office, lots of items of historical significance burned up—all of which Merlin tasks the boys to replace. This time, they’ll visit the 1930s and one of the most dangerous places of the period: Alcatraz Prison.

Grant and Ash have always worked together, but this time, they’re literally on opposing sides, with Ash posing as a prisoner while Grant is a guard. Their objective is to retrieve a piece of jewelry belonging to one of the Rock’s most notorious residents—mobster Al Capone. The criminal sees potential in Ash and strikes up a friendship with him. But will it help the two prevent a jailbreak, expose a corrupt guard, and get the item that will activate the magic to take them home?

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Friday, May 17, 2019

A Few of My Favorite Things by Felice Stevens

When I start out to write a book, I don't necessarily know my characters. I have an idea of their struggles and a vague roadmap of how they will get from beginning to end, but no details. What I do understand, right from the start are their personalities.

I love, love love writing opposites attract romances. Maybe it's because my husband and I are so very different personalities-he's a type A, very anal and hyper, where I'm more laissez-faire, easy-going and roll with it. But I think it's fun to put people together who shouldn't work and yet somehow they do.

If you've read my books, you'll notice this. For example, in The Breakfast Club series, Nick is a big fireman, a bit reserved and quiet, while Julian is a bit of an anal, slightly hyper fashion designer. Zach is a geeky younger nerd and Sam is an almost 40 year old ex-cop. And we know Marcus, the man-whore found his love with Tyler the man who refused him again and again. The Shape of You featured an overweight Eric with an underweight Corey. Outgoing Alex fell in love with shy Rafe in One Step Further.

I always like to take my characters on a journey and make them struggle for it. People have joked with me that my characters are often frustrating and when reading them, they'd like to shake some sense into them but to me that makes them more like real life. People are frustrating and annoying and make stupid mistakes. We fuck up. It's our ability to come back from those mistakes and problems that makes the story interesting and different.

I'd like to think each of my characters have truly distinct personalities and you couldn't mistake one for another. I don't think anyone could mistake James for Malcolm or Micah for Josh. It's part of what I strive to improve on, crafting characters who make an impact.

In my new release, Broken Silence, I have two of the most opposite characters I've written. Justin is bisexual, an ex-con, 25 years old moody, withdrawn and an inner city student, while 42 year old Foster is fairly patrician, shy, divorced, bowtie and cardigan wearing poetry professor. And straight. Bringing these two together was a challenge but one that I loved. This story turned into so much more than I planned and that's what I love most about writing—never knowing what the characters will say.
Broken Silence is available on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited
You can purchase it HERE

Have a great weekend and happy reading!

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

New release from Julia Talbot - Full Moon Dating: Isaiah and Jameson MM paranormal


It's out!

The Full Moon Dating agency is back in full swing, this time matching master vampire Isaiah with turned vampire Jameson. Isaiah has inherited the biggest vampire clan in the southwest, ruling Santa Fe. Reluctantly. He never expected to run the family, and he's not at all sure he's up to the task. He thinks he's hiring Jameson to pose as his consort. He has no idea that Harve and Stone at FMD dating think this could be a love match.

As soon as Jameson meets Isaiah, he knows this is no mere job. Now he just has to take this sweet patrician vampire in hand, and teach Isaiah that he can be the bottom in the bedroom while being the top out in the world. Well, that and deal with Isaiah's scheming family...

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This is book five! Books one through four are compiled into Full Moon Dating: New Moon, which is .99 right now!

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Saturday, May 11, 2019

Positivity Goes Both Ways By S.C. Wynne

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Hello all!

I saw a crazy author lambasting the members in his reader's group the other day. He said to them that if they didn't interact, or promote him, he was going to toss them out of his group. Now, let's forget for a minute how uncouth that threat is, but why would you do that? If people saw you on a takeover, and thought maybe you looked cool enough to join your group, why would you go out of your way to make them feel like you're a dick?

I get that sometimes the apathy of SOME readers can get to you. There are those readers who say things as dumb as; "I'm only here for the free stuff." Uh... yeah, I'd kick those people too. But simply because readers are not actively promoting you, that is no reason to kick someone from your group. That is just kookie.

Readers are not OBLIGATED to promote us. Is it cool as hell when readers do that? Yes. It's awesome. But if a reader joins my reader group, they don't have a job. They aren't there to promote me, and make my career for me. That's my job. If I suck at it, well, that's on me, not them.

But I wonder if maybe the new climate of publishing is what made that author do something so stupid as to threaten his readers, or potential readers? (Or he might just be an asshole?)

I hate to say it, but there seems to be a pervasive feeling on the part of certain readers toward authors right now that is a bit scary. There is a type of reader that feels the need to tag authors in negative reviews. This kind of reader seems to believe that, as authors, we need to just keep our mouths closed, no matter what is said to us.

I don't think that's realistic. Authors are just people. We're just humans fumbling along and trying our best. We create these things we love, aka books, and we hold them out to you, the reader, and ask you to like it. You don't always like it, and that's your right. But is having the right to not like something the same as tagging authors to express how much you hate our hard work? I think the two things are very different. Feel free to bash us on Goodreads, or tell us how you loath our works in your reviews, but please, for all that is holy and kind, DO NOT TAG AUTHORS IN YOUR NEGATIVE REVIEWS.

Authors are just people. We have feelings just like you. When we create something, it's a part of us. You wouldn't walk up to me and tell me my children are ugly, or that you hate my cooking, right? Social norms would prevent you from being that mean to me, so when it comes to my creative work... my other children... lol... please DO NOT TAG ME IF YOU HATE MY EFFORT. It's just simple politeness. Hate it with your friends. Hate it privately. But you don't have to tell me, right? RIGHT?

That being said, you are not obligated to love my work either. Sincerely, I mean this. I hope you'll like my offerings, but I'm savvy enough to know not all people will love everything I do, even if I LOVE IT. After all, I don't love everything my favorite authors do. But I'd never, EVER tag them to tell them that.

Taste is subjective. Your opinion means no more than mine, or another readers, right? And why spread negativity if you don't have to? What's lacking in this world is kindness, not cruelty. I guess I live by the motto of be kind. If what I have to say isn't edifying, why share it?

I suppose my point is simply be a light. Be what is good in this world, not what is bad. If you can make someone feel better, by all means do that. But if your words will simply hurt someone, what is the joy or honor in that? Maybe I'm naive. Maybe i'm a fool. Perhaps I'm sappy because I subscribe to the belief we should always be our best. We should be a shining light.

Well, if I am naive, then so be it. I can live with that. Kindness is what you'll get from my lips, and fingers. I'll build you up, and not take the cheap shot. I hope that karma will return to me, but either way, I'm happy to be on this side of things. I hope you are too.


Thursday, May 9, 2019


Hello and happy Thursday! Spring has definitely arrived in central Ohio, and seemingly interminable grey days soaked in drizzle have sloshed into just warm enough for sandals, but you'll want a sweater. All of this has just added to that itchy spring feeling of sudden claustrophobia that leads to spontaneous road-trips to anywhere and roaming randomly around the neighborhood searching for adventure.  Then again, consider the phrase, "cabin fever" in the context of this as your work space.

And this is not a complaint! We love the booth and everything in it. It's very... cozy. I just need some space.  It's me, really!
We do have some exciting travel and adventure news coming soon.  Hopefully we'll be able to meet some of you fabulous people!  Full detail and pictures of course.  In the meantime, be safe on your own adventures. Remember, audiobooks are great for road-trips! I'm taking my coffee to go!

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Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Upcoming releases from Sean Michael and Julia Talbot

Coming June 4 from Dreamspinner Press

On preorder now! Clicky!

Coming Tuesday May 14 from Julia Talbot

Preorders up as soon as Amazon and B&N stop fighting me. It's up on Kobo here!



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