Book Tour – Mistakes Of My Past by Emily James


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Mistakes Of My Past

By Emily James

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What do you do when your relationship is so damaging that it destroys everything good in your life?

It’s simple, right? You escape – by any means necessary.

Twenty-one-year-old Amber knew that leaving Tommy was going to be hard and quite possible deadly. After all, she has things that he will stop at nothing to get.

When Amber flees England to start fresh with her estranged father in Ohio she starts rebuilding her life.

Will is recovering from his own disastrous relationship, which has left him mistrusting of high maintenance women. And when they meet, Amber seems just that.

Getting off to a rocky start, Amber and Will realise they have more in common than they thought.

Can Amber ever really free herself from the mistakes of her past?

Or are they only ever one short step behind her?

Mistakes of my Past is a stand-alone novel.

It is recommended for readers aged over 18 due to dark, abusive and sexual themes.


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Emily James is a British author from the south coast of England. She enjoys exploring new destinations, adores animals, particularly dogs, and advocates kindness to all animals and humans.

Before turning her hand to writing, Emily worked as a social worker. This enabled her to gain insight into both the human psych and also the injustices facing everyday people.

Emily enjoys complex romance novels since she believes nothing good ever comes easily. She’s also fond of the saying that patience is a virtue. Having said this, Emily is not what you might call patient or virtuous! Stubborn and tenacious is perhaps more fitting.

Mistakes of My Past is Emily’s debut novel. Her blood, sweat and tears went into this story and she sincerely hopes that you lovely readers out there enjoy reading it!

Emily loves chewing the fat with readers.

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Book Tour – Letters Away – Elias Raven and Sharon Johnson


Letters Away: A Love Story

Authors: Elias Raven & Sharon Johnson

Genre: Historic Military Romance

Publication Date: January 17, 2017

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Follow Jacob and Belle, two high school sweethearts separated after Jacob is drafted into the Korean War in 1951. Their story is a tale of timeless love, in an era of innocence long forgotten. Watch as they fall deeper in love the closer Jacob gets to leaving to fight in a war where he and Belle could lose everything. Through a series of beautifully written letters, we see them as children who start off as enemies; until the summer Jacob saves Belle from drowning. See them grow from two inseparable best friends, becoming a couple in love. Will Jacob and Belle have the bright and happy future they’ve always dreamed of? Will Jacob return home wounded or worse, never coming home at all? Will their love sustain them through all of the challenges they have to face in the midst of a cruel twist of fate, neither can control? Find out in…

‘Letters Away: A Love Story’


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“Playful innocence, mixed with silliness and of course, really deep affection, sprinkled with lots of love.” ~Excerpt from Amazon Reviewer

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Letters Away: A Love Story – The Prequel


Before Jacob and Belle ever started writing letters, they were two average teenagers who practically grew up together and fell in love. They had their whole future mapped out before them. College, marriage, kids and a house with a white picket fence. But fate had other plans, when Jacob was drafted into the Korean War in 1951. Read some of their private thoughts from their journal and diary entries before their lives would change forever in…

“Letters Away A Love Story”

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Book Tour – Still Water (Forever Still #2) – A.M. Johnson

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Title: Still Water (Forever Still #2)

Author: A.M. Johnson

Book Tour: October 19 – 30

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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After being rejected by his childhood best friend, Todd Dixon turns his back on love and all its false promises. Three years later, he’s living in a new city, making a name for himself with his bar, record label, and one night stands.

Lily Spring knows nothing but the music that flows through her veins, but after one night of betrayal that ended in tragedy, her entire life falls from under her right along with her musical dreams. Now, she finds herself living in a new state with a sister she barely knows and a dream that she MUST fulfill.

He’s everything she doesn’t need.

Stubborn as hell, sexy as sin, with a reputation as wicked as his body. To make things worse, he’s her new boss and the ticket to what she’s always wanted.

When two fates collide and passions burn high, will the fire die or will it simmer into a slow burn becoming much more than either of them thought possible

This isn’t just a love story.

This is a story of hope, repentance and second chances.

Are you ready?

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Amanda Marie Johnson was born and raised in Valrico, Florida. She’s now surrounded by mountains with her husband and three children in Ogden, Utah. She attended Weber State University and graduated with her A.S.N. She is a full-time registered nurse. Reading and writing have always been something she is passionate about. She loves to write about the human experience, love and happily ever afters.

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Book Tour – Duce by Kai Tyler

Book: Duce by Kai Tyler
Series: Worlds End, Book 2
Genre: M/M Romance, Suspense/Thriller, Dystopian, Organized Crime
Tag line: One mafia boss, One rival’s son. One deadly setup.

Parties and orgies… those are the things Carlos Carmichael wants to do. It’s the only way he knows to deal with his life as the son of a notorious cartel boss. He’ll get whatever he wants by any means necessary.

Until he tangles with a man who plays by totally different rules.

Dante Orsino has been raised in the old ways of honor, loyalty and respect of the business. His role as mafia underboss is more than just a job. It also makes him an heir to one of the biggest families in the Southern Territories.

When Carlos meets Dante and plays a silly game, their weekend tryst sparks a deadly cartel war.

For Dante there’s no other life except—the life. And he wants Carlos in his. But in the New World, a gay man is a dead man. Can he find a way to keep everything he loves and stay alive?

In a new world gone mad, even the good guys are bad. Welcome to the World’s End series.

Content warning: This book contains scenes of violence and sex between men.


Dante’s POV

Flexing my fingers, I strode into the alleyway, keeping to the shadows.

“Move away from him.” My steady, low-pitched voice hung in the humid air, arms stilled at my sides.

“This is none of your business, mister,” the man Carl had approached in the club spoke as he straightened to his full height.

A large man, he stood wider than me and built like a wrestler. Same as his friend. They reminded me of an old nursery rhyme I’d read as a kid—Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

“I’ll walk away if you let him come with me.” The negotiator in me held court. In my line of work, this skill had saved my skin more times than I could count. Especially since it distracted the adversary into thinking I lacked the physical strength to back it up.

“Not until we’re done here.”

One look into Carl’s rounded and pleading eyes and I switched tactics, stepping into their space.

Tweedledee growled and charged, swinging his arms.

My reflexes took over. After ducking low, I smashed my fist into Tweedledee’s groin. He gave an agonised grunt and fell with a thud to the ground.

Whoosh. Wham. Tweedledum came at me, fists jabbing in methodical motions like a boxer. Jaw clenched in a snarl, I ducked his punches, biding my time as I was slowly pushed back into a corner. My experience made me keep my composure while adrenaline flooded my veins.

The chance came. I stepped wide with my left foot, swung my right leg behind him and kicked back. Tweedledum tumbled. I pulled him backward with his arms and flipped him over my right hip. As the man crashed onto the ground, I corked my hand, ready to deliver a death blow.

“No!” Carl shouted, a terrified tremor in his voice.


Carlos’s POV

“Your first time folding clothes.”

I’d been admiring him so much I’d forgotten everything else. His words made me look at my handiwork and my cheeks heated. How did he know it was my first time?

“I-I’m sorry if it’s not up to your standard.” I felt inadequate and silly that I couldn’t fold my own clothes well.

“You did a good job.”

“I did?” Warmth spread across my chest at his approving words.

“Yes, you did. Come here.”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I hurried to him.

Placing both hands on either side of my face, he stared at me for a minute, the expression in his eyes completely unreadable. Then he jammed his hands into my hair, tugged my head back, and lowered his lips to mine.

I melted against him. In contrast to the hardness of his body, his lips were soft. Full and soft. His tongue explored my mouth. Hungry. Seeking. Savouring. I groaned, grabbing onto his bare back and rubbing my cock against him.

He broke the kiss. Nuzzled my chin, my neck. Bristles scoured my skin. Callused hand wrapped around my dick. I gasped for air, leaked pre-cum like a tap. A thumb swiped and he spread the moisture, using it as lubricant as he jacked me.

Sicario (Part One)

World’s End, Book 1

A short story prequel to the series

Available now as FREE download

One hit man.
One slave.
One death wish.

Enzo has been ripped apart from his family and everything he knows and sold into slavery. He swears to free himself and mete revenge on all who have wronged him.
First he has to escape from his new owner, Lexan, a man who captivates him and makes him want to act on impulses he’s suppressed for a long time. Impulses that can lead to death.

This is the first part of Sicario, a male/male romance set on a dystopian earth and a World End series short story.

Although I’m new to writing MM Romance, I’ve been a reader and lover of the genre for many years. I love writing about gangsters with heart, good men who do bad things to survive in a crazy world. Men who love as fiercely as they fight.

When I’m not helping other authors promote their works, you might find me in a coffee shop, day dreaming about how the cute couple in the corner fell in love. You can also find me online ogling images of hot men, which I do share btw.

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Book Tour – The Ties That Bind – Christina Mandara

Title: The Ties That Bind
Genre: Dark Erotica, BDSM, Suspense

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends

upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.

Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by

several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.

Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.

Escape is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…

Content warning: M/f, F/f, M/M, kinky underwater bondage, dub-con, non-consensual sex


“She’s been screaming her head off for an hour, Michael. Can

I knock her out, or at the least move the woman somewhere far, far away,

preferably underground?”

There was a long sigh at the end of the telephone receiver

and it was clear that the owner of the voice was in a testy mood.

“K, darling. It’s unlike you to be so squeamish. What’s up?”

The blonde on the other end of the receiver sighed again.

Michael’s voice was not one of sympathy and it was clear that her sentry duty

was far from over. “Your son is putting muddy footprints all over my brand new,

silver travertine tiles. He’s already necked most of the alcohol in the house

and has now taken my remote control prisoner.” She added a little growl for

effect, to let him know she was not at all pleased by the turn of events.

There was a slight pause as her complaints were considered

before all of them were rebuffed as she had expected.

“You have a cleaning lady who will be in first thing

tomorrow to clear up the footprints and any other mess he might leave, paid for

by me I might add, and I’m more than happy to get you a delivery of whatever

tipple might take your fancy. Of course, you realise you can’t drink anything

with her in the house and nor can you watch TV, so I fail to see your point.”

The voice had taken on a bemused tone. “It’s the screaming that’s getting you

down, hmm? And here I thought you enjoyed that sort of thing.”

The blonde heard a burst of uncharacteristic laughter erupt

from her handset and nearly fell over from her position, leant casually against

the granite kitchen countertop. As it was, several cookbooks fell to their

demise and a jar of chrome utensils quickly followed suit.

“K, dear, are you OK? It’s nearly all over now. We’ll have

him right where we want him in just a couple of days. The girls are in place,

and there’s the added bonus of having both Isabelle and Jennifer as an incentive to get Mark to co-operate. I think the

man has a conscience, but we’ll find out shortly, darling.”

“What are you planning to do with them?” Scuttling around on

the floor, she banged shiny serving spoons, spatulas and ladles back into their

container, loud enough to create pretty impressive backing for a drum and bass


“Something diabolically nasty, what else? I want to watch

him squirm and I want him to know exactly what I’m capable of. When you take on

someone of Matthews’ calibre, you make sure he understands you the first time,

because there’s no way you’ll get hold of him a second time.”

The banging stopped abruptly and a smile flittered across

K’s face, her bright red lips uplifting in sudden comprehension. “Oh goody, we

get to play with them, too?”

Michael Redcliff cleared his throat and smiled to himself.

“Yes, dear, that was the plan. Have you cheered up a bit now?”

“A little,” she admitted, her voice having taken on a soft,

dreamy quality and her thoughts were suddenly whisked to far more pleasurable



“But what about the damn screaming,” she groaned, coming

back to earth firmly with a bump.

“Do you have your cell phone handy?”

K finally managed to get herself upright and set the utensil

jar safely back on the counter. She pulled the receiver away from her ear and

looked at the phone as if it had sprouted purple fur and claws. Rolling her

eyes, already wondering where this was leading, she put the handset back to her

ear. “Of course I have a cell phone, but I’m on the home phone at the moment.

You want me to call you from my cell?”

“No darling. I want you to record the delightful Isabelle’s

screams. A little bit of sobbing and begging wouldn’t go amiss, either. Let’s

stir Matthew’s up and get him a little jumpy. Make the recording around a

couple of minutes in length and then send it to me. I’ll need to deliver it from

an untraceable account. We don’t want to give the boy any ammunition he can


“OK, give me ten minutes and I’ll get it to you. Out of

curiosity, though, why aren’t you keeping her at yours?”

“Ahh, that’s because there’s always the chance that Matthew’s

may be really stupid and have the authorities come barging in here. I’m the

only link he has. He doesn’t know that you’re my sidekick. You won’t even be up

for consideration. He gets very protective of his staff, I hear, and has gone

to some great lengths to ‘save’ them in the past. It helps that he’s got a soft

spot for Isabelle and a hard one for my daughter.”

“But Isabelle isn’t one of his girls, is she?”
“She is now.”


“We need to work together, you and I,” said Mark, and his

lips descended to nuzzle her neck, “because I suspect we want the same thing.”

“You want ten tonnes of sugar and a three litre vat of

coffee?” She was rewarded with a sharp nip for her troubles. “Don’t go vampire

on me,” she threatened, “I’ve already got you down as the big bad wolf.”

He laughed. “Because I can see you, smell you and eat you

better than anyone else you’ve ever known?”

“No, it was a ‘whose afraid of the big bad wolf thing,’ but

you’ve been replaced in that department. Anyway, tell me what we’re working

together on.”

“You’re not afraid of me any more? Hmph. We’ll

have to work on that.” He ignored her question and let his lips travel along

the line of her jaw as his fingers gently kneaded her buttocks. The feeling was

electric on her bright pink skin.

“I’m never especially comfortable around you,”

she yelped as she received a backhander on her left butt-cheek, “but I’m not

afraid of you, no.”


Her right cheek was subjected to the same

treatment and it felt divine. He then pressed something cold and hard against

the entrance to her pussy, and she instinctively moved upwards to avoid it.

“Relax. It’s just a set of Ben Wa balls.

They’ll help improve your pelvic floor muscles because you’ll have to squeeze

tightly to keep them inside of you. Lots of squeezing makes my fun in the

bedroom infinitely more entertaining.” Another slap on her backside, but the

first ball was already being worked inside her and it felt sublime. It was

heavy, smooth and almost certainly made of some kind of metal. Her money would

be on stainless steel.

“These are some of the heaviest ones I can

find, mainly because I don’t like to make my games too easy for you. If you

live under my roof, you’re going to have to work for everything and I mean everything, but that’s all part of the

fun. If you can figure out a way to please me, I’ll make your life bearable.”

He stroked the line of her throat and tongued the unbelievably sensitive spot

just behind her earlobe. She shuddered.

“Does bearable include unlimited amounts of

coffee and chocolate?” There was another petulant yelp as he increased the

strength of his swats, but she didn’t wiggle out of the way.

“No, and never tell me stuff like that, because

now I’ll ration both coffee and chocolate until you’re begging for the stuff. I

like watching women beg. There’s something amazing about watching a woman beg,

especially for sex.” He winked at her. “I’ll remember to cover you from head to

toe in chocolate body paint frequently, in order to torment the hell out of

you.” The second kegel ball was slotted into place, as deep inside her as his

fingers would go. There was a pause as her body took a moment to spasm all

over. Mark aroused her just by speaking, damnit, and all the rest of the stuff

was just overkill in her opinion. Biting her tongue sharply, she managed to get

a hold of herself.

“That might be OK, as long as I get a chance to

lick the stuff off,” said Jenny thoughtfully.

“Oh no. I’ll be painting your chocolate rations

somewhere far more interesting.” Mark

pulled her away from the bed and stood directly in front of her. Jenny was

trying hard not to laugh. She couldn’t help it. The image of Mark with his cock

covered in chocolate was doing strange things to her libido.

“Now I’m curious. Would you like your chocolate

rations orally or as a suppository? I’m sure the sugar would hit you quicker if


“Nooo,” Jenny bit out, and the man had

successfully wiped the smile off her face in an instant, which she guessed was

his goal.

“Right, enough distractions. The name of the game is this… I

have a pair of bolt cutters that will make moving and walking far less

embarrassing for your restaurant visit. You keep those balls inside you for the

next ten minutes, no matter what I do to you, and I’ll see what I can manage

with regards to your restraints. You’ll still have the cuffs on, of course, but

you’ll lose the chains – so more freedom for a little bit of effort. What do

you say, Miss Redcliff?”

“Game on,” came the reply.

The pressure of the heavy metal balls within her had seemed

fine at first. Mark made her crawl around the floor a bit, and introduced a

flogger to the proceedings, but it was not particularly hard work to keep them

securely inside her. She had to squeeze the muscles of her vagina tightly together,
but the initial effort required to do so was sustainable, or so she’d thought.

Moving around proved difficult, not because of the chains,

she’d almost become used to those, but when the balls vibrated and bounced

together they sent shock waves of pleasure radiating through her body. The

flogger drove her this way and that throughout his apartment, and each twist

and turn was murder on her insides.

“I’ve waited a long time to fuck you, Jennifer Redcliff.”

His voice echoed in her ears but she didn’t fully comprehend their meaning

until a few moments later. “Whatever I want is usually delivered immediately to

me, with no questions asked. I guess that’s one of the perks of being me.

Having to wait over a week for something I really want is unheard of, and yet

here I am still as excited by you as the first day I laid eyes on you. Scrap

that, even more so. I want to pin you to the wall like a fucking Van Gogh, Miss

Redcliff, and just like the Van Gogh, I wouldn’t mind if you graced my wall for

several years or more. Does that scare you? Do you want to serve, Jenny? Do you

want to serve me? Or are you, perhaps, just telling me the words I want to hear

so you can run out on me at the first opportunity?”

To prove his point, Mark had scooped her up off the floor

and slammed her backside against the bright white wall behind her. He obviously

preferred the minimalist look, because not a single painting adorned it, which

was probably a good thing when your head was being slammed against it. Not that

she cared. Her body was buzzing with an intensity that had little to do with

the vibrating balls inside her. Just one look from the annoying man in front of

her and she was reduced to speaking gibberish. He had his flies undone and his

cock nudging for entrance at her pussy, which might explain her inability to

articulate words, but then again those smouldering brown eyes could produce

naked flames if one weren’t careful. When he thrust himself inside her and

smacked into the two balls, she nearly exploded on the spot.

There was no question that she was wet. Dripping wet. These

days she was always soaked. But having two heavy, vibrating balls slammed into

your cervix was an experience she was not going to forget in a hurry. Finally

she got a grip on her tongue. “So,” she said breathlessly, feeling his mouth

hovering above her nipple, “where are

the Van Gogh’s?” Bathing in the hot air from his mouth, her nipple pleaded for

more, and finally he teased it with his tongue. Small licks and flicks was all

it was treated to, but it cried out for more, stretching and straining its

little self until it could grow no more.

“I already told you, you

are the Van Gogh, and if you don’t shut up, I might decide to hang you here

permanently for my own personal use.”

His strokes were blunt but fierce. He worked the balls

inside her as deep as they would go, cupping her reddened ass in his hands and

tilting her towards him. Grinding against her clit, she was once again mute, so

his threat had been a pointless one. Her head was in another place entirely and

it was a happy place. Each thrust knocked the balls about inside her and they

played a decadently wonderful tune.

“Madam, I am at your cervix for the entire evening,” Mark

whispered, barely holding back a chuckle. Jenny didn’t care. She was almost at

the point where she was hoping his earlier threat might come true. Being pinned

against his wall for this kind of regular treatment wouldn’t be a hardship. Au

contraire. It would be a fucking amazing. Before that thought had a chance to

be examined, he pulled out of her.

Two heavy metal balls plummeted downwards and she did her

best to slow their descent by clenching her PC muscles as hard as she could.

Her face twisted as the effort of gripping them took hold.

“I’m not going to make this easy on you, Pet. You’re going

to have to work to keep those balls inside of you. Grabbing her wrists, one at

a time, he slammed them into the wall above her head. “Tell me what you want,”

he growled.

But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. If he wanted to

play nasty, then so could she, and the chocolate episode was still fresh in her

mind. “I want,” she breathed in sexily and fluttered her eyelashes in great

swoops that Cleopatra would have been proud of, “the largest cup of coffee that

you can find.”

He grinned evilly, and she knew instantly that she’d made a

mistake, but controlling the things that flowed out of her mouth had never been

one of her strong points, and even less so in the heat of the moment. His cock

slid between her legs and gently strokes the edges of her labia. Moving back

and forth he teased her gently and she groaned in arousal. “There goes your

‘before-dinner-orgasm’ darling, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t take you out to

dinner stark naked and wearing even more chains than you are already. Does that


“No,” she mewled, swiftly curtailing anything else that

might have threatened to spill out of her mouth. She had more important things

to worry about. The heavy balls inside her were slipping. If she’d have behaved

herself, she would barely have had to work for her bolt cutters, but now,

without his help… things were getting difficult. Clamping together her tiring

muscles, the lines of strain became evident upon her face.

“So let’s try that again. Tell me what you want.”

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. Think surfing or sailing. She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside, or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much, she’s one of the few woman who wouldn’t mind

being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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Christina is generously running a giveaway during The Ties That Bind book tour and giving away the following:

First Prize: $10 Amazon Gift Card

Second Prize: A signed copy of ‘The Riding School,’ with signed bookmark

Third prize: A black flogger and fridge magnets

Book Tour – Every Love – LK Collins

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Title: Every Love

Author: LK Collins

Book Tour: September 14 – 25

Genre: Erotic Suspense

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Post – Living in the after, the events that took place over a year ago are etched in my brain. Haunting me in the worst ways imaginable.

Traumatic – Physical and psychological scars have me so wounded that I can’t get through a day without my mind swirling with constant fucked up images.

Stress – Anxiety. Panic. Rage. I’m not myself and the pain I fight through each day has made me make some really bad decisions.

Disorder – Out of control. Not fucking normal. Nowhere even close.

I say fuck Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The life I left behind is gone and everything I’d hoped to return to has been stolen away, all while I was being beaten, starved, and tortured. But being Nate Wilcox, I pick my ass up, ‘cause I’m a fucking survivor. Even if my methods are totally fucked up, it’s all I can do to keep the pain at bay.

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Oh fuck! The bathroom is covered in blood. It’s smeared down the wall and pooled around my mom’s head, where she’s lifelessly lying flat on her face. Fear freezes me. What in the world happened? The shower curtain is ripped down, her bloody hand print is smeared along the side of the tub where she struggled to get herself up.

“Ma,” I yell, finally willing myself to move to her side. I touch her back to wake her and suddenly I’m back in Afghanistan. I push away the images assaulting me

that I have worked so hard to suppress. But still, before my eyes is a wounded soldier, shot, bloody, and hanging on to life. God dammit, stop! This is my mom, not that place. I’m scared to move her and know better than to even try. My worst fear in this world is something happening to her. Moving my trembling hands to shake her a little more, I’m about to lose it. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also want to wake her any way possible. My heart is thudding against the walls of my chest as I grab her wrist to see if she has a pulse. I sit in silence, fighting to hear her heart. How did this happen? Did someone hurt her? Where is all this blood coming from? My mind races, all the while I’m listening. I’m not sure if what I feel is her heart or mine, but I go with my gut and hop up the best that I can, my prosthetic making it hard to move around.

Quickly I swipe the phone off of her nightstand and grab a towel as I drop back to my knees, dialing 911. Tears stream down my face looking at her this way. The blood is coming from a gash on her head, and I try to click into numb soldier mode as I press the towel onto the wound to stem the bleeding. Someone had to have done this to her. There’s simply too much blood for her to have slipped and fallen on her own. I feel the panic overtaking me, worming through the numbness.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s—” I choke, staring at her weak body.

“Hello? Sir, what’s your emergency?”

“My…My mom…I…I don’t know what….” My voice is shaky and I’m struggling through each word. “She’s…she’s unconscious and—”

“Is she breathing, sir?”

Fuck, there’s a lot of blood. My mind flashes back to the battlefield, my chest tightens, I’m frozen.

“Sir, I need to know if she’s breathing?”


“I’m routing an ambulance to you. Are you at 211 Riverdale?”

“Uh huh.”

“Sir, now please tell me, is your mom breathing?”

“She’s facedown, so… I don’t know.”

“Is her airway clear?”

Leaning over her, I look at my mom’s face and gently brush her hair out of the way. I can see that nothing is blocking her mouth or nose. Her eyes are closed and her poor glasses are smashed to hell, barely over her eyes.

“There’s…” Fuck!

Sir? Her airway?”

“It’s clear.”

“Good, does she have a pulse?”

“I think so.”

I hear the dispatcher in the background speak to someone, then she comes back on the line. “The ambulance should be there in less than a minute, just leave her ‘til the medics arrive. Are you okay to get off the phone and open your front door?”

“Yeah,” I say and hang up.

I take a deep breath and try to push the panic down, unlocking the door in a haze. I need to get my shit together. Running back to my mom, I rest my head softly against hers, I cry and just pray that she’ll be okay. She has to be. I’ve already lost one woman in my life, so I sure as hell can’t lose another. Lying this close to her, I can feel her breathing.

Thank God. Pulling the towel away, I check and see that her head is no longer bleeding. That’s good. But again my damn mind gets the best of me and morbid thoughts take over. I envision her in a casket, my dad and I crushed with grief standing over her, and the pain of it is as real as if I was standing right there, right now.

All of a sudden the room is flooded with EMTs. “Sir, I need you to get up,” one of them says, his voice so faint as I struggle to come out of the grief brought on by my vision. Where did it even come from? He gently helps me up as I’m still having a hard time processing things.

“What happened?” one of them asks me as the others begin to work on her.

I replay the story the best that I can, fighting to stay calm and in the moment. Then out of the blue – a flashback to the day Arion collapsed in the hallway outside of her condo, when I showed up like an asshole and scared the shit out of her. She had no idea that I was alive, and the pure shock alone caused her to faint.

Watching my mom just as helpless makes my world spin. Everything inside of me aches as my vision bounces between her, Arion, and war.

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New world. New powers. New enemies.
Elora enters the dark world of secrets from her parents’ past, and in the midst of discovering her new abilities and learning how to use them, she will be forced to fight battles she’s unprepared for in a war that supposedly ended twenty-two years ago.
Old enemies forge new friendships, leaving Elora lost and unsure who to trust, until a cocky vampire walks back into her life with a gift and a clue that will set the end of everything in motion.

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AM Hudson is a music loving, book crazy, ultra passionate writer from Australia.
She’s down-to-earth and as normal as a crazy person can be. A young girl at heart,
she enjoys alternative music, lives to enjoy life, torture people in her novels and then
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1. When did you first start writing?

A: I’ve been writing all my life; from short stories
I’d ‘sell’ to my sisters, right up tomy first really terrible novel at 14. But the Dark
Secrets series was my first really serious try,which has roughly been years ago
maybe more.

2. What inspired you to write?

A: Music. I hear stories in all kinds of music and love to sit quietly and imagine what
the story might be.

3. Who are some of your biggest influences?

A: That’s a tough one, because there aren’t really any literary ones these days. I’d say
my influences are mostly musicians and filmmakers now. Peter Jackson, Muse,Thirty
seconds to Mars and Birds of Tokyo, to name a few.

4. Is there a special place you go

and a certain mind frame you like to be in before you write?

A: I have 4 kids. I write when they’re not hanging off my leg.

5. What’s the most exciting thing that happened to you during your writing career?

A: I could say hitting number one several times on Amazon, but I like to think my
most exiting thing is yet to happen.

6. How do you come up with all the characters and different exciting plots?

A: I imagine or dream about a character then start writing the story and the rest just
falls into place, as if I have an ‘invisible friend’ writing along with me, or as if the
story happened somewhere else and I’m just telling it.

7. What authors have inspired you through your writing and how did they inspire you?

A: Stephen King inspires me toss out excuses as to why I can’t write and also to write

8. Do you have advice for any writer who’s struggling right now?

A: Nothing to it but to do it. The only guarantee you have with writing is that
persistence pays and quitting leads to ultimate failure. You will begin as a terrible
writer, as we all do, and you will get better. But only by actually writing.

9. What’s the silliest thing that you have ever experienced in your writing career?

A: One star reviews. Ha ha ha.

10. Could you share something extra that you would like your viewers to know about you are your writing?

A: I’m a chocoholic. I suck the candy off M & Ms, three at a time, then eat the
chocolate, while I write. I’m also a huge Reign, TVD and Outlander fan.

Extra things your fans would like to know

Your favorite song?Exogenisis Symphony by Muse

Your favorite food?Cadbury chocolate. And Mexican food. But it has to be authentic.

Your favorite movie?Moulin Rouge

My Thoughts

I have really gotten to know Angie and she is is one of the the most down to to earth

person I know and very kind hearted. I absolutely love her books. I would read
anything she writes. She is so talented her words seem to bleed off the page into you
heart lingering in your mind but never leaving your soul. It imprints as Jacob did on
If you want to follow her on facebook I have provided a link up above and you can
one click her new book here on my blog as well. Go to amazon this site and give her a
like please. I would like to that A M Hudson for letting me do this interview during
her busy time because I know how hard it could be with writing and kids. Kudus to
you Angie.

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