Lets dress up


Hi everyone! Halloween is almost on us. Yesterday we worked on costumes.  My Grandie Girl 1 wanted to be a bee but not a rolly poly one. she wanted a tutu. so I let her make it herself. Her Papa had to help us cut strips because I lost patience with the tulle.  She did a lovely job.  I had some wings from another year,  pipe cleaners on a headband  for her antennae and we are all set.2014-10-24 16.59.26

Grandie boy wanted to be scary so here he is

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Scary isnt he?

we put up lots of  decorations too.

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Dark Magick Cover reveal and Giveaway


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And Finally! My first cover reveal! Thanks to my lovely friends at Sweet and Sassy BookaHolics for the lovely banner and my dear, dear friend Georgina Ramsey for the beautiful cover of course my gorgeous daughter Margo Burton for being my Fallon. and here it is!

Dark Magick new cover ebook

 Author: Cathy Brockman

Title:   Dark Magick

Series: Possibly

Genre: M/F, Paranormal romance,

Edited by Ellie Mack

Cover Artist: Georgie Ramsey

Formatter: Casey Harvell

Publisher: Cathy Brockman Romances

Page Count –

Release Date: Oct 31


Fallon Watkins is having a bad day. A power outage, storms, dead mobile phone – just when you think things can’t get any worse they do. Bad luck crosses her path in the form of a slinky black cat that shifts into a drool worthy sexy man named Sebastian, an inhumanly sexy demon that wants his pet back, and one jealous boyfriend.

As Samhain approaches will Fallon be able to help Sebastian free himself or will she be ensnared in a web of lies?



About the author: Cathy Brockman lives in a small town near the river. Lucky enough to be able to retire she now writes full-time  Her stories are based on dreams, hope, love, lots of romance, a little humor and good always wins out over evil.

She also writes stories for children under the name of Cathy Boyd.

Cathy still believes in love, Santa, and the Easter bunny; well at least dragons, unicorns, vampires and fairies. She loves to collect dolls, sew, up-cycle, crochet, garden, cook, and play games on her kindle. She loves to read and write every chance she gets.

She loves making new friends;


You can stalk her—oops—Friend her at



Twitter: – @cathy_brockman

 Goodreads:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6427897.Cathy_Brockman 

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I’d like to give away a free Ecopy of Dark Magick. Just leave a comment telling us what you think of the cover and I will let the random thingy picker pick one lucky winner after release day.

My Journey



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Hello everyone. Today’s been a tough one. I’ve been practicing on the word processor. It is not going well. So, I’m stuck. Maybe I’ll figure it out soon enough. I have some helpers. One sent me a nice email. an eBook form(tutorial) for free. It was for Microsoft word. It was very detailed, step-by-step. He put so much work in it but sorry, he lost me at hello. So, after I watched way too many tutorials and printed off a tip guide, I decided to jump in.


However, you know me. I jumped in the deep end.

Well I finally got some of chapter one typed. I decided to just start and practice. It’s just a rough draft for now and by the time I get it all in then maybe I’ll have this down pat.

Guess you noticed I learned to do paragraphs on here. Cool huh. Now I can’t correct. When I do, it makes more paragraphs or erases words. I’m so ready to just get back to writing. Hopefully, this first one will sell and the next book maybe I can hire a typist. Better yet, buy me one of those dictating things, speak my book, and just download it to the computer. Then that’ll be another piece of electronics to learn.

Oh well. So let me go practice. I’m gonna get this chapter one typed today and maybe an outline for it. Get my engine revved up and ready for our road tomorrow. See ya then.

Update: I got Dragon software to speak my books. But it’s hiding in a drawer…Thank heavens for spellcheck and Grammarly now too!



Time for a pit stop


Hello everyone. Welcome back. Not much to say today, I took a break. Wasn’t planning on taking the whole day off, but my visit took longer than i had planned. I had a great time and got to see so many of my friends.


It was nice seeing my friends and all the compliments on my weight loss and how young I looked. Lots were wondering when I was coming back. Some asked how I liked being retired.


Well I’m no longer retired. I’m venturing to be an author. I realized today that I actually put in longer hours than when I was working. Since I can’t sit but an hour or so at a time, it takes me longer to research, study and write.


Well tomorrow-I’ll get back on the typing. I have one chapter typed. It isn’t perfect ,but I have met a new friend that has offered to format for me for free. I’m thinking about it. Well I need to go and read a bit. Tomorrow will be a long day.

Maybe we will resume the journey tomorrow. See ya then.

UPDATE:  I never was able to go back to public work. It’s been 4 years and I am just now getting the confidence to publish. My friend Richard and I are still good friends among many others I have made along this long winding road.





Hello everybody. Today I took a little detour.


I know I took a pit stop yesterday. Today my Besty called and needed me to go help her with her rent house.

so I met her there and even though it was too hot, I got poison ivy again, hips hurt from yesterday and even more now, it was so worth  it all. We had a blast. Looking forward to Thursday. We are supposed to go take some baby pics and fix the wall we busted out of the rent house. It will be fun. She may take my bio pics too.

Well, I am so behind. I have not researched or anything for two days. I hope tomorrow is as good as today, and that I get some work done. I’m gonna practice the word processor and get busy. Journey is gonna be slow for a week or so. Dad is coming home next week too. I cannot wait.

Well, I’m gonna go and return a couple emails and check in with  a new writing coach.

See ya tomorrow.




 Hello everyone. Today I have ran into another detour. I guess I am gonna have to break down and study this word processing a bit more. I typed this morning almost  half a chapter. My finger hit a key and the whole thing just disappeared. I couldn’t find it anywhere. My husband couldn’t find it either. I have a memory card thingy but evidently, I don’t know how to use it either. So tonight, I will retype chapter two.

I did get all my papers on my desk organized and realize I still have some characterizations, and lots of research to do. So, I took the time to make me a work to do list. I’m gonna have to stay off Facebook and the farm so much and work instead. tomorrow I’m gonna start a schedule and see if I can’t get more organized and actually accomplish something.

I hope that by Wednesday or so I’ll have the first three or four chapters in the mail. Then you will have work Sis-n-law.

Well, I guess I better go and get busy. See ya tomorrow if there are no more detours.


UPDATE: I’m still learning to use word. I actually have word now that was all open office. My schedule has changed a thousand times since then. I wish I got a dime for every LOL, But and So I’ve removed from these posts…


HELP! we are lost


Hello everybody. It’s been another one of those days. I think we are lost. No, I know we are lost. I had no idea what all was involved in writing when i started this. I really am glad I am not depending on this for money. I have to brush up on Basic English. Learn how to use this word processor, and try to find out what all is wanted in the manuscripts. Who to send them too, actually write a story, organize all my thoughts and ideas, how to publish, and promoting, networking etc. What a mess. Where do I start?


Then I get some words typed and lose it. I lost an hour and half of chapter two yesterday. Today I lost this blog twice already.

I guess that a to-do list and schedule will help. It usually does, so tomorrow I am gonna divide up my time in typing and getting  the rough draft of three chapters done and in the mail. I am kind of excited to see what you girls think of it. In addition, what I am going to have to fix and work on.


Well I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I know my dear daughter-in-law will grab me and say chill mom. My sister in law will take my hand and say come on we can do this just do one thing at a time. You can do this. Yes I love them. They are right. On we go

I hope that tomorrow we won’t still be lost.




 Hello everybody!

I hate to say it but we are still lost. Maybe even more lost.

I really thought I had the word processor where I could at least type.

I was so proud. I went in and renamed my old files even. Then started chapter three. I was on a roll. I got to the end of a page then a little red arrow appeared on the bottom corner. Nothing I was typing appeared. Then somehow, I had like ten pages of the same thing. So, I thought I was smart and went into the files. All of them were messed up. I deleted a couple duplicates. By time I got done I  was proud. I had only chapter 1 and chapter 2 in there, luckily I had printed of what I saved of 3. Well I had 2 copies of 1 labeled as 2. What a mess. I’m gonna try to start over I guess, so let’s pray tomorrow is belter, See ya then.


Trying to find my bearings.


 Hello everyone. Sorry to say I’m not back on the road. I am still finding my bearings, but not giving up. Today I was out of town all day, did take my papers with me, seems I carry them everywhere. You never know when an idea will strike. I’d love nothing more than to be able to sit and write scenes and dialogue even develop characters. However, there is so much else involve.

I did get part of chapter three typed last night and I checked to make sure it was properly saved. I’m gonna try to finish that tonight, then I have a few other things to do before I have to type some more. I’m gonna out line these three chapters to check the time lines, flow of story, scenes and descriptions. Then I have a prologue to type up and I’m gonna mail out these to my proofreader and editors/critiques. That’s you sister-in-law, daughter-n-law dearest, and besty! Watch the mail ladies.

Well, the next week may still be full of holes and pitfalls. Dad is coming in tomorrow so I’ll be at his house a lot for a while so I’ll get less done but maybe some of the handwriting which I like the most lol.


UPDATE: I have new professional editors now that I actually pay. I still struggle with all these technology stuff and have finally gotten to where I rarely use pen and paper except to take notes.


Slow and steady. Will I cross the finish line?


 Hello everybody. This week’s journey will all be slow. Dad is home for a few days so I won’t be getting much done. I am glad I don’t have a deadline. lol

Last night i did get chapter three typed up. Tonight I’m gonna print it and type my prologue. I’m gonna try to get the first three chapters in the mail to Sister-n-law and get Margaret’s ready for her birthday. It is approaching fast.

Maybe while I’m visiting dad I may do a timeline or two but mainly will work on the baby blanket there. Perhaps I will get that done and out of the way so, I can focus on the book more next week, hopefully

Hopefully, I will catch up on the typing if I type on chapter a night. I did check out Stephen king’s book On Writing today. I have been told it is helpful.

Well, slow and steady may not win the race but at least I plan on crossing the finish line. Eventually.


An Uncommon Whore#3 Prince of Faith



Hello everyone. Today I am gossiping—oops I mean chatting with Belinda McBride about her newest release An Uncommon Whore#3~~ Prince of Faith

How much of your own life and personality do you put in your work?

While my life can be kinda odd and unbelievable at times, it doesn’t quite live up to the sci fi and paranormal lives my characters have! LOL! That said, I think a lot of my personal wishes and dreams are played out on the page. My characters tend to be people I’d like to be.


If your book were made into a movie what actors would star in it?

Wow…that’s always such a tough question because I don’t really watch much TV and rarely get to the movies. But…now that I’m watching Outlander, I think Sam Heughan would make a lovely Markus Dayspring. He’s got the auburn hair and blue eyes and can play both the humor and pain Markus experiences. With a few changes he could also double as Helios Dayspring.

Caius is tricky because he’s not really the person we met in When I Fall. He’s a dour man but he’s also a little vain and introverted. I think maybe Kit Harrington from GoT has the looks and the intensity to play Caius. Or Tobias Menzies…I’m all about Outlander right now…

And Griffin, he’s a really tough one. I once saw a photo of Javier Bardem that reminded me of Griffin. Or Jeffery Dean Morgan. He’s a manly man… ;)


Who is an author you would like to meet and talk to over dinner?

That’s easy: Barbara Cartland. There are a lot of great authors I’d love to meet, and many that I’ve been lucky enough to become friends with. But Cartland was such a character, I’m sure dinner would be elaborate and sumptuous. I’d have to go shopping for a tiara! And she’d have such stories to tell!


What are three things on your bucket list?

I’m a big believer in keeping and pursuing a bucket list! I’ve actually checked quite a few things off since I started making a list of things I’d like to do. Most are travel related.  They still are:

See the Terra Cotta Warriors in Xian

  1. Visit Herculaneum and Pompeii
  2. Go on one of those ginormous bungee jump rides at a theme park

Do you have a favorite recipe that you are willing to share?

OK, my daughter is a chef. I am not. LOL! I assemble food rather than actually cooking, but I can do a few nifty things. I make this dish for my mother and niece because it’s hard to get them to eat enough protein and vegetables. It’s easy, fast and you can season it however you’d like. Sometimes I use mango salsa instead of tomato. 

Black Bean Salsa

1 can of black beans, drained (or soak and prepare beans as usual)

1 can or equal amount of frozen white corn

1 container of fresh tomato salsa

Diced green and red bell pepper

Chopped Cilantro to taste

Salt, pepper, garlic and cumin to taste


Mix it and refrigerate overnight so the flavors blend. You can eat it as is or use it as a topping on baked potatoes, in salad, or as a filling in enchiladas, quesadillas or burritos.


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Book Name: An UncommonWhore 3: Prince of Faith

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22931220-prince-of-faith

Author Name: Belinda McBride


Publisher: Loose ID

Cover Artist: PL Nunn

Categories: Fantasy, M/M Romance, Romance, Science Fiction



Held captive in a whorehouse, Markus Dayspring wakes every morning with a thirst for revenge, and collapses every night with a prayer for strength. He lives on in spite of deadly addictions and a crippling, shameful secret. When he’s rescued by a man from his past, his reawakened love threatens to crush his damaged soul.
Caius also has a secret, one that could ultimately kill him. But his vow to rescue Markus is stronger than guilt, fear and even his loyalty to King Helios. Too many have died because of Caius and rescuing the missing prince might allow him to sleep without nightmares.

Old habits are hard to break and new pain threatens their growing love. Yet one gleaming ray of hope continues to guide them to safety, even in the face of an unexpected violation of trust. With the stakes growing higher by the hour, Markus and Caius must learn to have faith before they can heal and face the future together.

 Sales Links: http://www.loose-id.com/an-uncommon-whore-3-prince-of-faith.html


Excerpt for my blog

The next time I see Griffin Hawke, I’m going to kick his stubborn ass from one end of the galaxy to the other.

The refrain ran through his head, day in and day out. For how long now? Markus Dayspring wasn’t certain. Over a year, surely. Longer, given the events that had transpired since Griffin Hawke had shanghaied him into the service of the skeezy bastard, U’shma. Once the shock of the assault wore off and Markus recovered a degree of lucidity, he remembered the other man he’d glimpsed, a beautiful face gazing down at him in horror. Betrayal.

It was Helios staring at him without a trace of recognition on his face.

Gone was the choppy hair and ruggedly handsome face, so similar to Markus’s own. They’d looked so similar they’d often been mistaken for brothers rather than cousins. This new Helios wore the gowns of a whore of Warlan, his copper-red hair hanging to his hips, his gray eyes lined with tattoos. In all, he hadn’t looked bad. He’d been spared most of the hardware that decorated a sex slave. Markus had caught a glimpse of Helios Dayspring before falling under Griffin’s blows. Those few seconds still had the power to chill him to the heart.

In spite of the fury, the frustration of being betrayed, Markus took comfort in the knowledge of Helios’s safety. While Grif played a deep game, Markus had as well, hiding the intelligence he’d gathered during their travels together. That information ultimately pointed to Warlan and their missing king. In spite of everything, the gruff bodyguard would never let harm come to Helios. The knowledge allowed him to focus on his own plight, and how to escape. So far no strokes of luck or genius had come to his rescue. So he languished here, day after day, bound hand and foot to a ridiculously comfortable bed.

Things could always be worse.

The door unlocked and creaked open; Markus automatically tested the deceptively light chains holding his wrists in place. His jaw went tight, already fighting the battle he faced. His heart pounded, and his breathing accelerated in fury. In anticipation. In shame.

A wizened old creature shuffled into the room, bearing a heavy tray in her bent, twisted hands. She grinned toothlessly. She’d once told Markus her teeth had been knocked out when she’d accidently clipped a customer during a blowjob. To her delight, the missing teeth made her job much easier.

He figured she must work in the dark. He couldn’t imagine anyone paying for her company.

She kicked the door closed, set the tray on a table, and turned to him. “You got a big night ahead, Your Highness. Boss wants you fed and prepped.” She double-checked his bindings, making an occasional adjustment. “We’ve moved outside coalition space. First day orbiting a new settlement. You’re in for a ride.” Her Common was fluent enough, though heavily accented. Of course, that could have been the missing teeth.

Her gnarled hands wandered his body in a rude exam, searching for weapons or anything he could use to injure a client. She slipped a hand into the cloth covering his groin, pinching a testicle. He gasped and writhed, and she cackled her amusement.

“Guess the last dose wore off.”

His heart dropped.

“Don’t. I can function without it.” He broke out in a cold sweat, and he wasn’t sure if need or dread caused his skin to prickle. The hag loosened his chains, using a single anchored length to guide his movements. Stiffly, he rose from the bed, eyeing her balefully. She was old, decrepit, and the most evil being he’d met in his life. No, she was the employee of the most evil person ever. The hag was merely his tool. That didn’t excuse the woman’s crimes against him. She was a beast.

With a jerk on the line, she guided him to the tiny toilet. A hiss of vapor released in his face, and he coughed, bracing himself for pain.

“Do your business.”

On command, his gut cramped. He pushed the loincloth to the side and collapsed onto the toilet, his intestines gripping like ropes of concrete. He groaned, hating the drugs, hating the old woman…hating everything. Everyone. Through pain-hazed vision he glared at her until the ordeal was completed.

She jangled the chain. “Get in the shower.”

Slowly he obeyed, flinching against the harsh, tearing scream of the poorly functioning sonic unit. If it’d been water, she’d force him to strip fully naked before her greedy gaze. She’d seen him naked many times before, but it didn’t matter. When there was so little dignity left in life, Markus held desperately to what he could.

He stepped out of the unit on trembling legs, cold sweat blossoming over his skin. He clenched his fist in fury. He could easily break away and kill the woman, but the price would be too steep. The time to escape would eventually come, but not now. She was ready for him. He’d learned the lesson in the harshest manner possible and wasn’t prepared to face the consequences again. There was a reason the hag had grown old in her dangerous profession. He ground his teeth, reluctantly taking his position on the bed. He carefully arranged a fold of fabric over his groin.


“Drink up.” She shoved a battered tin at him, and Markus looked at it with suspicion. He sniffed cautiously. After all this time, he still didn’t know what they were dosing him with. “It’s water. You humans need it. Scans say you’re too dry.”

With a prayer he gulped it down, choking, but loath to waste a drop. A minute passed, and another while she worked at his restraints. He felt unaffected and began to relax.

Shit. Relaxed. The goose bumps faded, and his body went warm with euphoria. In panic, he jerked the chains, too late to break away.

“Fuck!” he shouted.

“Open up.” She dangled some unidentifiable morsel in front of his mouth, and then pulled her hand away as Markus bit savagely. He chewed, glaring at her the entire time. He swallowed, and the feeding proceeded. “You’re lookin’ a little sleepy. How you feelin’?”

He didn’t answer. She was vanishing behind a blissful haze. He fought to hold on to his anger.

“You’re gettin’ sleepy. Can’t have that.” She floated through his vision, across the room, and then suddenly back in his face. Before Markus could react, his jaw was trapped in her shockingly strong grip, and a wand was cruelly inserted into a nostril. He flinched, but already the pungent, musky fumes overpowered him.

His erection was instantaneous. He howled in anger, fury. Pain. Fire licked his body, starting deep in his pelvis, reaching out to consume his cock and balls, his belly and chest. It burned from the inside right out to the skin, and his vision went red. His hips thrust uselessly, and Markus was fairly certain he begged for mercy. For relief.

For death.

The old woman laughed.

 * * * *

 Caius gazed at himself in the hotel mirror, noting the weariness he felt did not show on his face. It was there in the slight droop to his shoulders, in the sluggish movement of his body, but his false face wore the same placid, dour expression as always. With a sigh, he turned to the rickety worktable and opened his comm unit, journaling the activities of his day, and then sent the report to King Helios.

He’d been on the brothel barge Paradise for a week, following leads on a prostitute billed as the Royal Concubine. The term prostitute might be misleading; most of the whores on this ship were serving prison sentences for debt or theft. Others were undoubtedly slaves, their paperwork forged. The operation was shady at best, and always under coalition investigation.

Problem was, barges were vast, heavily armed, and continually in motion. A simple, effective intelligence network greased their way, paying copious bribes and hush money as a barge visited systems in seemingly random fashion. By the time Interstellar Coalition Enforcement could respond to its presence, the barge would be long gone, into another sector, or out of coalition territory completely. Right now, the Paradise was on the wrong side of the frontier. No law existed but the rules on the barge. If he screwed up, his stay on the Paradise might wind up a long-term engagement.

At the end of his personal report, Caius flashed-scanned a handbill, saving it to his journal. He shut down the unit, then sat on the bed, looking through the curtained window down onto the street.

Like all other brothel barges he’d searched, the Paradise was massive, the size of a large city. He’d sectioned it off, walking all day, gathering handbills, listening to panderers pitch their products. He feigned interest in drug-addicted Valorans and serpent-tongued Tohrc. He grinned lewdly at humans in all their varied forms. All the while he searched for one specific man. If he asked openly, suspicion would close mouths, and he’d find himself standing alone on the street, shut out completely. So he played the game, posing as a lust-addled tourist taking a hard-earned vacation.

Caius lay back and rested his head on the pillow, holding the yellow handbill up in front of his face. It was crudely drawn, portraying a bejeweled man in a crown. He was nude, his enormous cock erect and studded with golden loops. Simple sketched lines illustrated long hair falling in waves past his shoulders.

He looked frighteningly similar to King Helios, which was undoubtedly the intention of the advertisement. The king was a celebrity throughout the coalition, and Caius had tracked numerous pretenders capitalizing on the popularity of Helios Dayspring.

He let the paper slip from his fingers. Time was running out. If Markus Dayspring was indeed alive, he wouldn’t be for much longer. Caius had followed his tempestuous trail from Warlan out to the brothel barges. The prince fought and battled every man or woman foolish enough to purchase him. Needless to say, Helios’s owner U’shma hadn’t kept Markus more than a few days. He couldn’t cook. He wouldn’t whore for the big Morgaise. He couldn’t be beaten into submission. He also had a nasty tendency to attack his owner.

Poor U’shma was now making do with himself for company. If he was still alive. He’d angered some very important people back there on Warlan.

The king’s cousin had moved from household slavery to scat mines and then on to whorehouses, never lasting long without leaving mayhem in his path. He’d finally ended up with a broker who placed slaves on brothel barges. From there, the trail had vanished.

Caius rubbed at his temple, trying to soothe the headache that never quite went away. With a trembling hand, he fumbled at the small box mounted on his belt, pausing to command the lights down before summoning the courage to disengage the holo-disguise.

The sudden silence in his brain was so abrupt he nearly bolted from the bed. He lay staring into the darkness, counting off the seconds. Last night, he’d made seven minutes without the unit. He was aiming for ten tonight. Or maybe fifteen.

When he reached three, his mouth was open, and he panted, partly in discomfort, partly in panic. At five minutes, small animal noises rose from his throat. His hand hovered over the box while his heart raced.

General Hawke had extracted a promise from him. He’d objected to sending Caius on this mission until King Helios stepped in, avowing his faith in Caius. Carlotta had been there too, her dark eyes bright in pain…and trust. It was because of her unquestioning faith that he persisted in the gradual withdrawals. Every night he had to turn the box off. Every night he had to increase the time in his own skin. Eventually, he’d destroy the damned unit, but right now the very thought unnerved him.

Ten minutes passed, and he dredged up the words he’d spoken to the general—his solemn vow. At fourteen minutes, he’d doubled the previous night’s time, and with a sense of elation, he kept going. The headache moved from a dull throb to a brilliant point of pain that dazzled his eyes, yet he bore it. The day was too far gone for him to keep looking for Markus, though the bars and whorehouses operated around the clock. He needed downtime, so he could rest and plan.

Unable to bear any more, he gasped, jerked, and slapped at the unit, collapsing onto his back as the nearly imperceptible hiss of the holo-disguise engaged. He held his hands in front of his streaming eyes, watching as they once again morphed into the large, blunt-fingered fists of Caius, complete with a white scar over his knuckles on his left hand.

He panted and groaned, perversely amused at the noise he made. Agony sounded rather like sex.

He shoved his knuckles into his eyes. His stomach lurched with the intensity of the migraine. He could take medication to dim the knife-edged agony, but pain was his penance. It was the price he paid for the box he wore on his hip and for the illusion that cloaked his body. It was the price a man paid for pretending to be other than what he really was.

Caius touched his skin, feeling wet tears on his cheeks. He trailed the tips of his fingers over his face, touching the features he’d come to hate. To fear. The mirror in the bathroom reflected Caius, with his blunt face and sandy hair and pale blue eyes. His fingers told him a whole different truth.

He rolled to his side in a fetal position, breathing through the pain. Soon enough he’d have to take something; he couldn’t afford to give too much time to the headache. But for now, he embraced his penance, falling into the brilliant lights and hypnotic agony, and eventually into darkness.


Meet the Author

Belinda is an award-winning, top selling author of erotic romance, speculative fiction and LGBTQ romance. She lives in far Northern California with her family and a pack of Siberian Huskies.

A graduate of CSU Chico, she managed to attend the notorious party school without once getting drunk, arrested or appearing in a “Girls Gone Wild” video. Her main focus of study was classical and archival history, cultural anthropology and theatre arts.

After several years in the workforce. Belinda purchased a laptop computer and from there, knew that her childhood dream of being an author would come to life.

Belinda’s books are available at all the typical distributors as well as on the publisher’s homepages.


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Collars & Cuffs #5 ~~Damien’s Discipline


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Book Name: Damian’s Discipline (Collars & Cuffs #5)


Author Name: K.C. Wells & Parker Williams


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press


Cover Artist: Paul Richmond


Categories: M/M Romance, BDSM, Romance, Contemporary


The man who pimped Jeff may be in prison, but Jeff is still living the nightmare, selling himself to men and relying on pills to manage. Then he meets Scott, a young American man who could easily have been where Jeff is now. Scott’s friends extend a helping hand to Jeff, and he grabs it.

Leo and Thomas bring Jeff to stay with Dom Damian Barnett until they can find him someplace more long-term. Still grieving from losing his sub to cancer two years before, Damian agrees to help. But when he glimpses the extent of the damage, Damian wants to do more than offer his guestroom. Jeff is not a submissive, but Damian can see he desperately needs structure in his life.  It’s up to Damian to find an answer.

He never expects that what he discovers will change both their lives.

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Meet the Authors:

K.C. Wells:

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C.Wells always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way.

K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, where the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings – writing about men in love was even hotter…

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career.

The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

You can stalk—oops-follow K.C at

on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld),

Twitter (@IslandTalesPres

or through comments at the K.C.Wells website (www.kcwellsworld.com ) K.C. loves to hear from readers


Parker Williams:

Parker Williams began to write as a teen, but never showed his work to anyone. As he grew older, he drifted away from writing, but his love of the written word moved him to reading. A chance encounter with an author changed the course of his life as she encouraged him to never give up on a dream. With the help of some amazing friends, he rediscovered the joy of writing, thanks to a community of writers who have become his family.


Parker firmly believes in love, but is also of the opinion that anything worth having requires work and sacrifice (plus a little hurt and angst, too). The course of love is never a smooth one, and Happily Ever After always has a price tag.


You can stalk—oops-follow Parker Williams:

Website: http://www.parkerwilliamsauthor.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ParkerWAuthor

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/parker.williams.75641

More Damien’s Discipline


I LOVED it when it was evening and all was quiet and peaceful. No traffic noise intruded into the house, and in the lounge, the only sound was the slow ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece. Give me a mechanical clock any day. Not that I had anything against more modern timepieces, but there was something soothing about the sound. The clock had been my grandmother’s, and I took loving care of it, making sure it was oiled and wound. Right then my evening was perfect: the tick of the clock, a glass of Cabernet on the table next to me, and a worn, hardcover Sherlock Holmes novel in my hands. I’d lost count of how many times I’d read The Hound of the Baskervilles, but re-reading a favorite book was a warm, comforting experience. The wine created a warm glow inside me. I took another sip.

And then my phone rang.

The temptation to ignore its clamoring call was huge. I was happy, comfortable, and anyone ringing me at home during the evening had to want something. All my friends knew my routines, especially since Oliver….

I closed my eyes. I could almost hear that edge of amusement in his voice. “You going to answer that, Sir?” And yes, I could see the gleam in his eye as he awaited my reaction, tense in nervous anticipation. Brat loved pushing my buttons. With a sigh, I picked up the call.

“Damian? It’s Leo. We need your help.”

I placed the wine on the table. “What can I do for you?” My interest was piqued immediately. It had been quite a while since the co-owner of my BDSM club had called me at home.

“Sorry to disturb you, but you were the first person I could think of. We have a boy. He’s nineteen, and he needs help.”

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Who is the guy in the photos?”

Damian sat down on the couch and became very still. I sat beside him. “That would be Oliver.” There was a faraway look in his eyes. I waited. “Oliver came into my life unexpectedly. I’d gone to a club in London, one that was very different from Collars & Cuffs, the BDSM club Leo and Thomas own. Oliver was a server there. He had to dress in these little leather shorts and suspenders.” A thoughtful expression crossed Damian’s face. “He wasn’t the cutest boy there, but his smile was something to behold. I stayed in London for a week, and I visited the club every night hoping to see him. On my last night there, he served me dinner, and as I left, he asked if he could come home with me. I brought him back here, and he never left.”

Damian blinked. I saw the unshed tears moistening his eyes.

“He’d been with me for six months as my sub when he got the diagnosis of cancer. It had already metastasized, and there was nothing they could do. I kept him as comfortable as I could until the end. Eventually he got too sick, and I had to take him to the hospital. He died one evening not much past his twenty-first birthday.”

The tears rolled down Damian’s cheeks, dropping to his shirt. I moved closer to him, unsure how I should behave. He gave me a weak smile. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tight against him. I leaned against him, craning my neck to look up at him.

“I miss him,” he said softly. “Every day of my life, I miss him so much.”


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This is Reality


Today Author A.E. Via has dropped by to gossip–oops-chat about her new release This is Reality Blue Moon Two

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Thank you so much for showing up today to talk with me about my new bestselling novel, Blue Moon II, This is Reality.

This is the continuing story of Pierce aka Backhander and ALL of the Beastmasters, including the readers favorite, the very sexy mysterious, Hawk. Who is – if you couldn’t tell – gracing the cover for me. We pick up right where we left off in Blue Moon, Too Good To Be True. Backhander is officially out of retirement and is heading up another task force to take down some of the country’s slipperiest criminals and he’s doing it with one helluva team backing him up. Yes. The Beastmasters.

This story is action-packed. I’m not raining down sunshine or buttering you up in this one. I get right down to the good shit. The Beastmasters are raw and dirty, barreling over all SOBs that get in their way. The introduction of my assassins Omega and Alpha will have your mouths hanging open. But I put them in here instead of giving them their own novel, because the Beastmasters needed some real contenders. Also, those two delicious men, clocked in black from head to toe are especially for my male readers. *winking mischievously*

I won’t rewrite the blurb here, but I will tell you that you will have all your questions answered in the next and final installment of Blue Moon.

Is Hawk going to get Pierce?

Is this Shot and Fox’s story too?

Are the Beastmasters going to go out in a blaze of glory?

Will one of the Beastmaster’s end up with one of the Assassins?

Will Angel, Max, Ryker and Bass make a cameo?

You won’t be disappointed with the answers to those questions!

But there is one question I will answer now. ‘Is the sex just as good in Blue Moon II as it is in the first book?’

Answer: Hell no. IT’S BETTER!

I hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget to drop me a line after you read it.




My Review



“Something on your mind, Backhander?” Hawk’s eyes stayed on him, locking him in place.

Stay cool.

“Yes. I commanded you to stand down. I wanted those men alive for interrogation. Dead suspects can’t help me,” Pierce said while staring at Hawk’s forehead.

Hawk raised one corner of his sexy mouth and stepped in closer to him. “I follow no one’s commands. My allegiance is to the Beastmasters, not the DEA, not the FBI, not the CIA, and for damn sure, not you.” Hawk accented each statement with a step closer to Pierce. “You’re fooling yourself if you think by running off a few high-ranking smugglers and traffickers that you’re making a difference. When you cut off the snake’s tail, he grows another one.”

After repeatedly backing up from Hawk’s advances, Pierce’s back was up against the side of the eighteen-wheeler. It was just him and Hawk, the dark stillness of the night, and one massive-ass gun at his side. The rifle was over half the length of the man wielding it.

Pierce looked down at the weapon and back up into Hawk’s eyes. “Do you have the safety switched on on that thing?”

Hawk snorted at Pierce’s comment. “Safety? No. Why? Are you afraid of my weapon, Backhander?”

Damn this man has no respect for personal space.

“You need to back the fuck up.” Pierce tried to inject some venom into his voice. Hawk had his entire body pressed up against him, his six-foot four inch height making his shoulder length brownish-blond hair fall down onto Pierce’s face, cocooning him from the cool breeze coming off the mountains of Roanoke, Virginia.

“First, I want to clarify a couple of things, Backhander. This sexy beauty beside me is my weapon, and don’t you worry, it would never be used to harm one hair on that pretty little head of yours. Now this is my gun.” Hawk thrust his cock hard into Pierce’s front, making him grunt at the pain and holy fuck, the pleasure.

“You keep accusing me of ‘liking to get my gun off’, right?” Hawk smiled down on him. He lowered his plush lips to Pierce’s ear and groaned against it.

Pierce closed his eyes. God help me.

“You keep shooting of that sexy mouth of yours Backhander, and I’m going to show you just how I get my motherfuckin’ gun off,” Hawk hissed.

Pierce pushed at Hawk’s much larger frame but of course he didn’t budge – he never did. “Back-off damnit. I told you I’m not interested,” Pierce argued weakly.

“I see differently, beautiful. But that’s okay.” Hawk backed up. “I’ll leave you to it, and watch you come around.”

Hawk made his way to the back of the eighteen-wheeler and hoisted himself and his weapon into the trailer. Pierce tried not to look at Hawk’s ass in the loose army fatigues, or the way his back muscles rippled underneath his army green t-shirt. Pierce didn’t look away fast enough and he knew he’d been caught ogling. Hawk flashed him a shit-eating grin, and winked at Pierce right before he slammed the metal doors.

Cocky bastard.

Check out my review for  the first book in this series;Too Good to be True

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Title: Too Good to Be True


Series: Blue Moon 1


Author: A.E. Via


Genre: gay>Erotica > Romantic Erotica


Length 251 pages


Publisher: A.E. Via November 21 2013


Heat Level: Explicit Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥

 Blurb: Angel DeLucca is one of the most sought after gay bachelors in Virginia Beach, but when he tries to find true love, no one takes him seriously. After a one-night stand goes wrong, he comes into contact with hunky, straight, firefighter Maximus (Max) Strong, and Angel’s mission in life is now clear.

Max’s older, protective, brother, Ryker secretly craves the attention and praise of a Master. Angel’s Security Chief, Master Dom, Sebastian ‘Bass’ Bagetteli, shatters that secret with their first intense encounter.

These men’s stories will unravel in a whirlwind of romance, bondage, revelations, action scenes, and very hot sex.

 Purchase Link: http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Moon-Too-Good-True-ebook/dp/B00MCYTQ9I/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411824847&sr=1-1&keywords=blue+moon+too+good+to+be+true

 Good Reads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18697605-blue-moon?ac=1

 Review: Angel DeLucca is a hot, sexy successful bar owner.  He is tired of one offs and hook-ups. He wants to meet his one and only. A disgruntled hook-up pulls the fire alarm as he is being escorted out on a busy holiday night.   The moment the hot firefighter walks in Angel knows he is the one. The trouble is Max is straight.

Max is ready to settle down and find his soul mate. He is tired of failed relationships and can’t figure out why he isn’t happy with any women he has been with. Then by chance he meets Angel and his entire world is changed with a false alarm.

This is a really good story with some awesome characters. A.E Via can really do hot, sexy, intriguing men well.  In this book, we sort of have a collage of stories. The first part of the book we meet Angel and Max. This section is basically their meeting and getting together and I warn you it’s hot, sexy and sensual.

Then we get a bonus in part two with Max’s bother Ryder and Angel’s head of security and best friend Sebastian. Bass is a master Dom but he too is tired of looking for the perfect sub. After having his heart broken and the sub he that was his cheat he has remained celibate and out of the clubs until he finds his perfect sub.

In walks Ryder with Max, and Bass knows Ryder is his. But, does Ryder, tough take charge protector of max, know he is a sub?

As if all this isn’t enough in part three we get all of these relationships wrapped up in an explosive plot twist.

I will say for me the book started of slow and I was a bit unsure of all these love at first sight romances going on.  But I loved the characters and the interaction and struggle of them trying to  work through their issues.  I would have liked a bit more of the bdsm scenes with Ryker and Bass. I thought they were smokin hot together. I loved the plot action and Angels Dad and crew. I would have loved to have seen this earlier in the book with a little more action. There were so many great men introduced near the end I am excited to see whose story is next! I can’t wait.


If you like sexy bar owners, firefighters, Dom/Sub relationships, secret agents and a twist. Oh don’t forget some sizzling hot man-sex! Someone bring out the hot firefighter!


Spooky Fun Food on the Menu


Tricks and treats to eat.

Hello everyone! October is in full swing. The leaves are beginning to turn here and it gets dark earlier. I am getting my Halloween stuff in gear so I don’t have to rush that week. I will have the grandies over to help me make the goodies I spoke about yesterday and decorate.

Now it’s time to plan the food. I love themed meals and Halloween is one of my favorites.

I have a drawer full of cookie cutters. No, I don’t make just cookies with them. I cut cheese and make sandwiches with them. I recently saw a post where they were used for pancakes.

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To make the pancakes spray the inside of the cookie cutter with nonstick spray and place on the griddle (also coated in spray(I like the buttery kind). Pour pancake batter inside until it fills the space (don’t overfill, a thin layer of batter is all you need). Let sit for a minute until set and tiny bubbles form. Remove cookie cutter and use a spatula to flip. You can do several at a time if you have more than one cookie cutter so it doesn’t take a lot of time either. I have a long griddle. I heat it spray it  lay out a bunch of cutters then fill them by time you have the last filled it’s time to start flipping. Strawberry-raspberry or cherry syrup to drizzle over looks like blood and is fun.


My usual Halloween fare is bloody guts and eyeballs (spaghetti and meatballs add olive slices on each meatball for eyes, Jack-o-lantern burgers hamburgers with a cheese slice cut from a jack-o-lantern cutter with bloody  fingers ( French fries and catsup) bloody bones.(hot or barbecue wings) and ghouls and bloody dips. (I cut ghosts or witch shapes from tortillas bake or fry and serve with bowls of ranch (ghost blood) salsa( vampire blood)green goddess or guacamole( ghoul blood) thousand island dip with veggies for jack lantern blood or make a pumpkin cheesecake dip. I have made mummy sandwiches (hot dog with strips of biscuit or croissant dough wrapped around it and snake sandwiches( sub sandwiches lines up with olive eyes) also. I don’t know yet if I will use one of these or try something new. Here are a few I am looking at.


These meatball mummies are too cute!




roasted potatoes eyeballs though I think I’ll use ranch instead of guacamole.




These jack-o-lantern shepard’s pies are so adorable.. though I’m not sure the kids would eat them.




Graveyard taco dip  looked good too. I think I would layer it in a big sheet dish, meat, beans and salsa on top and serve with tortilla ghosts.

These are just a few I found that looked good there was tons of ideas on Pinterest just type in Halloween food in the search and have fun!

here are a couple  looked at

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My Halloween boards

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 Crafty Halloween 

After I make mine up for Halloween I’ll take pics and let ya know which I chose and how they went! Next week I will share some fun sweet treats to go with the main dishes. Do you make themed dinners? What’s your favorite?

Crafty Saturday Tricks and treats


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Hello everyone! Are you as excited as I am for Halloween? I love decorating the house, making treats and planning a theme menu for the family.

Today I will share some of my favorite trick treats to make from store bought candy. The kids like to come here to get something a bit different even if it’s only a sucker or some bubble gum.

I always make sucker ghosts for the little ones. I usually get the little dumdums for them. All you need is a bag of suckers, a box of white tissue, some ribbon or yarn and a marker.

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Of course a cute bowl or vase to put them in. I get a big chunk of Styrofoam and stand them up( I put extras in my Halloween bucket since I have loads of kids come by).


This year I am making  a spider sucker also.

All you need is black pipe cleaners, suckers (I have tootsie pops)wiggle eyes or black construction paper(cut small circles for eyes)and glue.

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Take two pipe cleaners for each spider cut in half. Hold them together wrap around sucker and spread legs out. Glue on eyes and there ya go!

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Another favorite is Halloween poppers. All you need is colored tissue (like goes in gift bags) in orange, black or any Halloween print,  Empty Toilet paper rolls( I save these in big cat litter tubs year round), ribbon or yarn, gum and/or assorted candy and optional decorations. I stock up after Halloween on spiders rings (seems all the young ones love those and stickers)

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Cut strip of tissue the width of the roll plus a small lap-over the length about 3 or 4 inches longer than the roll. Glue the paper on the ring leaving 1 and ½ to 2 inches on each end. Tie one end with ribbon or yarn. Put treats inside (I usually put three gums, 2 smarties and perhaps another candy) tie other end. You can stop here or add spider rings to the ribbons or stickers on the paper.

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I like to put these in a big cauldron.

I have some cool bowls that do stuff or make noise. Here are mine.

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I put gummy eyeballs, Skelton gummies, or any cute creepy sort of treat I can find for these. I line up the dishes and bowls of goodies on a table covered in black plastic with some decorative Halloween fabric over that. I’m thinking this year dark red cloth. I always dress in black and wear a witch hat( I have several different ones) after the grandies  make a short round they like to come put on a witch hat and pass out the goodies. After that, we go inside for a spooky Halloween theme meal or snack.

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Check out my ideas on that tomorrow!


Do you do anything special for trick or treat?

Life interupts


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Hello Everyone! I know I had said that I was gearing up for a free Friday story. That plan is now on hold. I thought I would have time to write it edit it and post starting in November, but life interrupted my plans.

We have been struggling for years with a lawsuit that has finally suddenly ended a week ago. Thus, we have been busy dealing with meetings.

Last week we went to find a new car to replace mine since I gave it to my daughter in January. Then it took several trips to the dealer to pick it up each trip is an hour and a half. The day we picked it up we found that it wasn’t able to pull a trailer as we had initially been told and the little hitch on it isn’t worth much (though it cost a pretty penny and an extra trip to get it done). After some debate hubby decided to replace his pickup, it’s old and worn too. This was another two-day trip. We also had to get his dentures made in the same town of course, they weren’t able to do It the same day we had appointments for the truck or car.

All last week was spent in banks and car dealers or dental offices. I got no writing at all done and I had planned to release Dark Magick by Halloween. Being the over-achiever that I am I’m still planning to do that. And take four days off this weekend. Maybe I’m just plain crazy.

This weekend is the big Arts and crafts folk-life festival in Hannibal so I finally get to go. I can’t stay my month since we have more dental appointments and Dr Appointments to make when I return Tuesday and hubby is dealing with contractors to get our house repaired by winter.

I need to make time next week to plant some flowers that my neighbor gave me. One afternoon when I was walking the dog, I saw some cool pinecones and some other thing that came from a tree in his yard. We picked up buckeyes, pinecones, these other things and some red berries thingies. They will make cute crafts I think and he was glad to get them out of his yard. He offered me some of his plants and now I’m the proud owner of a bucket of tall purple flowers and one purple coneflower. I hope they come up next year.

I guess I better get back on these promo posts for marketing since I have an interview this afternoon and need to pack.

I’ll be back next week with some cool photos and a cover reveal of Dark Magick! See ya soon!

Was your week? Hectic or smooth sailing?

Meant for Him


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Hello everyone! Today I am gossiping—oops– chatting with D.H. Starr  about  his new release meant for Him

To Cheat or Not to Cheat…Is There Even a Question?

Meant For Him is a story that’s lived in my head for almost four years now. The story followed Andrew Jamieson who we meet in an earlier book I wrote called Meant For Each Other. In Meant For Him, Andrew, who’s been single since his breakup with Jeremy, meets Peter, the hunky bartender who works at a bar called Phoenix in the East Village. Andrew and Peter each have their own hang-ups which hold them back from true happiness. Through the story, and through each other, they find missing pieces to themselves that finally make each of them whole. In the other, they find the one Meant For Him.

Let’s go back in time a little bit.

About four years ago, when I wrote the book Meant For Each Other, I got very mixed feedback about the book. Most people loved it. That book secured me as an author who writes really hot sex scenes but who tortures my characters with angst before giving them their happy endings. The story opens with Jeremy and Craig as fifteen year old best friends. They finally kiss, expressing their love for each other, one week before one of them moves across the country. Over time, they lose touch with each other as happens sometimes.

Eight years later, they’re both living in NYC and in relationships, although neither knows the other is there. Craig is in a relationship with an arrogant prick of a guy whose all about business. Jeremy’s with Andrew. Although both Jer and Andrew are good guys, they’ve drifted apart, their lives taking different paths.

Through a serendipitous series of events, Craig and Jeremy reconnect and the sparks fly once again. But, since they’re both in relationships, nothing happens between them…at first. Each is struggling with their current relationship trying to figure out what to do while battling with their attraction for one another (which apparently hadn’t diminished over the years).

Here’s where we get to the question of the title. Meant For Each Other contained cheating in it. Craig’s boyfriend cheated on him just because he was a jerk. I villainized him for it. The other three characters weren’t villains. Andrew and Craig’s boyfriend both worked in the financial industry. When they travel to a conference together, they end up sleeping together. By this point in the story, things had gotten pretty rough between Andrew and Jer and he thought maybe someone like Robert would be a better match. Of course he’s plagued with guilt and admits what’s he’s done as soon as he returns to Jeremy.

Meanwhile, the heat and tension building up between Jeremy and Craig came to a head that same weekend when Andrew and Robert took off. They don’t have sex, but they do fool around and also feel incredibly guilty about it. Craig uses the experience as the final sign that he needed to end things once and for all with Robert. Jer, on the other hand, decided to come clean and see how things go with Andrew.

Remember, I torture my characters before they get their happy ending.

Anyhow, despite the tons of positive feedback, one thing in particular kept coming up in the comments from people who were upset by the book. The inclusion of cheating took away from their enjoyment of the book. It was an interesting pattern for me to observe. For the story, it seemed the cheating was natural and realistic. I tried to temper the asshole factor by having Jeremy and Andrew come clean with each other, but the cheating was what ultimately forced them to face the final truth. They were no longer good together. And this paved the way for Jeremy and Craig’s happy ending.

Ever since that book, I’ve avoided cheating like the plague. Not because I don’t think it would occur naturally in my stories, but because it seems readers don’t want to experience cheating in the stories. And I’m very curious about that.

Rest assured. There is NO CHEATING in Meant For Him. There’s lots of hot sex and my standard angst-ridden protagonists as they figure themselves and each other out, and as a romance, you know they’ll eventually find their happily ever after.

But I’m still left wondering…why is cheating so icky in an erotic romance novel?


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Book Title:  Meant For Him

Author: D.H. Starr

Publisher:  Ai Press (October 1, 2014)

Book Length: 203 pages

Genre: Gay romance; M/M romance






Another hot guy from Greenwich Village is about to meet his match. That is, if he doesn’t mess things up…this time.
After the failure of his relationship with Jeremy, Andrew Jamieson threw himself into a routine his high-powered job on Wall Street and workouts. After two years, however, he is unable to quell the longing in his heart for that special someone. Feeling hopeless, Andrew resigns himself to life of work and living alone in his pent house apartment. That is, until he’s fixed up with Peter, the local bartender in Jeremy’s favorite watering hole in the East Village. Peter is hot, sweet, sensitive and…masterful. Peter brings out a side of Andrew he never knew he had. And he can’t get enough. However, the same difficulties Andrew had with Jeremy threaten to rear up and ruin his chances with Peter. Will Andrew love Peter enough to let himself have the one guy in the world who could be meant for him?

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Meet the Author:

D.H. Starr is a product of the 80s who should have grown up in the 60s and wishes he could travel through time to visit the Ancient Romans and Greeks so he could wear togas and be considered in-style. He loves to torment his characters before giving them their happy ending, enjoying the way they struggle and change from beginning to end. On his off-time, he can be found parading naked through the woods, searching for mystical creatures who he swears do exist. Once he finds the portal to their world that will be the last you see of him. His favorite quote comes from the musical Rent, “No day but today” and he loves the song Seasons of Love because its message is so true.

You can stalk D.H. at:

Email:  dhstarr@dhstarr.com

Website: www.dhstarr.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/doug.starr.10

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Twitter:  https://twitter.com/dhstarrontwtr

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