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Just Write the Book with @MeganSlayer #iamwriting #finishing #novels #interruptions

I’m the kind of writer who has more than one book going at a time. I can’t read one book at at time. I don’t know why. I’ve always been the kid who had to have the tv on or music playing while I did my homework. I need noise and action to work. To some, that seems strange, but to others it doesn’t. I’m a noise kind of girl.

Just as much as I’m horrible with concentrating unless there’s chaos, I can’t seem to work on one book at a time. I said that, remember? I’ve got a story I should be working on right now. It’s not at the deadline yet, but it’s also stalled. The words are there, but they don’t want to come. Darn those words, right? The reason they won’t come is there’s another story playing in my head. I said I have more than one story going at a time. Seems like this shouldn’t be a big deal? This story, though, won’t let go. Despite my best intention to focus, this story won’t go away. I even tried to put that notebook aside and it did no good.

So I worked on it. I jotted down everything the characters are telling me. It’s a jumbled mess, but it’s there. I like having it down. Maybe the jumble and the chaos is what I need. Maybe this story, this diversion, isn’t a diversion per se and it’s what I should be working on next. I never know until the words spill out.

So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m putting the stalled book aside and working on the chatty one. I feel better about the decision already.

Speaking of finished books… here’s a preview of my latest book, Soft Marble:

Soft Marble 

Celestial Mates, Book 1

Contemporary, Paranormal

M/M, Anal Sex

Short Story

Evernight Publishing


One touch from his lover and this marble will come to life.

Kratos, God of power and strength, has been imprisoned in pure white marble for more than two centuries. His lover can break the spell—if only his lover would find him.

Andy Green knows his ancient artifacts. He spends his days restoring works of art. When the sculpture of Kratos enters his studio, he can’t hide his attraction. Will he be able to free the god or will forces beyond his control destroy everything he’s earned?

Available from Evernight Publishing!

From Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/soft-marble-by-megan-slayer/

From Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079KV1C88/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/bWZ2EG



Do you believe in magic? NEW boxed set – paranormal – urban fantasy #TinaDonahueBooks #MysticRealms #Paranormal #UrbanFantasy #99¢

Although I began my writing career with romcom and still write it to this day, I love to mix it with paranormal for an added treat. To that end, I have my Taming the Beast series that takes place at a New Orleans makeover service for supernatural beings run by a half-witch, a reformed female demon, a good fairy, and a voodoo priestess. I liken it to Sex in the City with a paranormal twist. Book two in the series is coming up in April with four more slated to release this year.

Because my Taming the Beast books have been such fun to write, I was thrilled to join the Mystic Realms boxed set. What a great group of authors – and the stories they’ve come up with – wow!

Mystic Realms is now available for preorder at the special price of 99¢.

Here’s the cover art for the set and for my story Just Tell Me What You Want.


Just Tell Me What You Want Blurb:

Her wishes will leave him breathless

Things couldn’t be worse for Ranson, an out-of-work genie. Once coveted for his ability to grant wishes, he and his kind are reduced to commodities and subsist on gig jobs through an employment agency catering to elite clients.

Ranson’s recent masters and mistresses worked him to the bone before tossing him aside for newer, more advanced genies with specialized knowledge in rigging the stock market, getting candidates elected to office, changing the weather… Damn. He sucks at that stuff. His sole talent is granting wishes for women to retain their youth.

Alexandra Prescott, billionaire CEO of a film and TV conglomerate, is only twenty-nine but figures a genie can keep her looking good without surgery, a necessity in beauty-obsessed Los Angeles. Not sure what to expect when he arrives, she’s surprised how tall, virile, and luscious, he is. A real hottie and no pushover. Tired of the crap he’s put up with, he insists she treat him with respect, not merely as a service she’s rented.

She’s game and wants to get to know this bad boy. Up close and personal, they explore what they both crave: heated days, wicked nights, learning their strengths and weaknesses, touching each other’s souls. Wow.

They fall hard and fast, but in order to secure their future, there’s one last, nearly impossible hurdle they have to face…

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An Interview with Janine Ashbless (@sinfulpress) #giveaway

Janine Ashbless is visiting with the Birdies today. Welcome, Janine!

  • What inspired you to write The Prison of the Angels?

It’s the third in my Book of the Watchers trilogy, about what happens when a young woman frees a fallen angel from imprisonment. They’re all based on Judeo-Christian angelic mythology. By the time I got round to publishing the second novel, The Prison of the Angels was already clamouring to get free from my head so I just launched straight into it – I had the characters established, I knew the secrets they were hiding and what the stakes were, I knew it had to end with a war between the fallen and loyal angels.

  • Did you get any writers block while writing this story?

No writers’ block, though there were some brief lumpy patches where I was struggling to see the characters’ way out of some situations, and how the logistics of the plot would work. Internal logic is really important to me. I take a long hot shower when that happens, and inspiration strikes eventually.

  • Do you have a favorite place when you write?

Not really – it has to be quiet, with no TV or music audible. I work either at my PC or on my laptop.

  • What do you like to do in your spare time? 

Travel, which I didn’t get to do nearly enough for this book! I went to Montenegro and Ethiopia in order to write the first two books, but for the third – which is set largely in Norway and Rome – I just had to rely on memories and photos of old holidays. And the Internet of course 😉

  • Do you have anything new coming up? 

At the moment I’m concentrating on a house-move, but once that’s done I hope to return to an old series, The Lovers’ Wheel, and complete that. The first two books came out through Ellora’s Cave – which went bust this year – so I’ll have to reprint those and write the last two books.


Excerpt from The Prison of the Angels:

The cold water flashed like white fire over every inch of my skin. It burnt my eyeballs and my lips and the inside of my throat, and beyond the white fire was a darkness so immense that it swallowed me whole.

I fell forever.

Something grabbed my wrist. Something so hot that it boiled away the darkness, so that there was suddenly light flashing in my eyes. I felt myself grabbed up bodily and lifted. I felt heat against my lips, blowing fire into my frozen lungs. I saw the wooden posts of a flight of steps, and then I pitched forward onto hands and knees in the shallow snow, choking up pond-water. In front of my blurred vision an inchoate swirl of darkness poured up the steps onto the lit porch and then disappeared. Unseen, something slammed against the door, a knock that made the house shake.

I was on the ground beneath the back porch of John’s house, I realized, shuddering.

Mama. Oh Mama. The thought seemed to come from nowhere.

Three times the knock sounded, and on the third the door burst open—outward, onto the porch—to reveal Egan in the lit room within; shaven, shirtless, and frozen mid-lunge for what I could only assume was a weapon of some sort.

He stared.

I tried to cry out.


Grabbing his pistol he ran out barefoot onto the porch and looked around for enemies that were not there. Then he clattered down and pulled me up into his arms. I pressed my face to his neck and he carried me up the steps and over the threshold—not like a bride, but like a child he could hold tight against his torso, his wrists locked under my thighs. His skin blazed against mine. He hefted me into the kitchen and propped my ass on the table in front of the range.

“What the hell?” he demanded in a low fierce voice, sweeping locks of sodden hair back from my face. My hat seemed to have disappeared. “What happened, Milja? What were you doing out there?”

“Ice. I fell in the lake.” My jaw chattered. It was obvious I was telling the truth—I was soaked from head to toe, and after clasping me so close he wasn’t much drier himself.

“Feckssake, woman!” he growled. “What the hell were you thinking of?” He shucked off my coat, which lifted a sodden ton from my shoulders, then stooped to pull my boots off; ice-water spilt all over the floor.

I tried to strip off my gloves but my fingers weren’t capable of gripping anything.

“Come here, come here,” he said softly from where he knelt at my feet, grabbing my wrists and peeling away the useless gloves. He pressed my hands on either side of his warm neck, holding them there. They must have felt like ice-blocks to him, but he didn’t wince.

He looked like a knight kneeling before his queen, I thought. I could feel his pulse.

“I’ll go get towels, Milja. Are you going to be okay a sec?”

I nodded, though he probably couldn’t see it through the shuddering. He rose and hurried off, leaving me with the radiant warmth of the stove. I thought I should probably get the rest of my clothes off, but even after I struggled with my fly zipper my jeans seemed determined to cling to my bum-cheeks.

I heard the back door bang shut and I flinched.


Had he been gathering himself to come get Egan? Was he the one who had saved me from the black waters? Where was he now?

Egan came back in carrying armfuls of towels. “Alright?”

“I’m okay,” I told him, smiling through my shudders. He was still shirtless, and I could see the faint Ethiopian scars on his arm and chest.

He wrapped my hands one at a time in a towel, chaffed them dry, and then set them deliberately against the hard, hot wall of his torso.

Oh God.

Then he slipped all the buttons on my thick flannel shirt—the one I’d chosen this morning precisely because it wasn’t provocative or distracting—and he only slowed when he realized I was wearing just a bra-top underneath. My nipples stood in shamefully hard points under the stretch cotton. I tried to wriggle out of the long tartan sleeves of my shirt on my own, to spare his blushes, but everything clung like a freezing cold second skin and he had to help.

The shallow slash on my forearm wasn’t bleeding anymore, but each brush of his fingers felt like hot coals.

My wet garment made a slap as it struck the floor.

He draped a towel around my shoulders and another over my head. He started rubbing the water from my face and hair and scalp, his movements precise and gentle. For long moments I was buried in a soft darkness. I reached out, blind, to put my hands back on his bare ribs. I could feel his heart pounding beneath them, like a beast pacing a cage.

I have no idea when it all changed for him. When his grueling self-denial simply fell apart, like a garment worn and washed until the fabric was weakened beyond all use. All I knew was that he dropped the towel off my damp head, cupped my face in both his hands and—absolutely without warning—kissed me.



Milja Petak’s world has fallen apart.

Her lover, the fallen angel Azazel, has cast her aside in rage and disgust. The other contender for her heart, the Catholic priest Egan Kansky, was surrendered back into the hands of the shadowy Vatican organization, Vidimus, after sustaining life-threatening injuries.

She has killed and she has betrayed. She is alone, homeless, and at the end of her tether – torn apart by guilt and the love she has lost.

But neither Heaven nor its terrifying representatives on Earth have finished with Milja.

Both her lovers need her in order to further their very different plans, and both passionately need her, though they may try to deny it.

Milja is once again forced into a series of choices as she uncovers the secrets Heaven has been guarding for centuries. But this time it is not just her heart at stake, or even the fate of a fallen angel.

This time, the choices she makes will change everything.

This time it’s the End of the World.

The Prison of the Angels is the third in the acclaimed Book of the Watchers trilogy, following on from Cover Him with Darkness, and In Bonds of the Earth.

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Author bio:

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Buyer beware! If you like dark romance and a hard-won Happily Ever After, try “Cover Him with Darkness,” “Heart of Flame,” or “The King’s Viper.” If you prefer challenging erotica, go for “Red Grow the Roses” or “Named and Shamed” instead. All her other books lie somewhere on the spectrum between.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology ‘Geek Love’.

Born in Wales, Janine now lives in the North of England with her husband and two rescued greyhounds. She has worked as a cleaner, library assistant, computer programmer, local government tree officer, and – for five years of muddy feet and shouting – as a full-time costumed Viking. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, and holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage.

Her work has been described as:

“Hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.” (Portia Da Costa)

Author Links:

Janine Ashbless website: http://www.janineashbless.com/

Janine Ashbless on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/janineashbless

Sinful Press website: https://www.sinfulpress.co.uk



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