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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.

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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.

“Milja?”

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.

Azazel?

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.

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Blurb:

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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Christmas Box by @MeganSlayer is out Now!! #gayromance #erotic #BDSMRomance

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)

by Megan Slayer
BIN: 08232-02658
Genre(s): New ReleasesRomance
Theme(s): Christmas
Series: Christmas Magic (#4)
Length: Novella

 

From Changeling Press

 

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Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life—to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.

Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but he’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club…submit and your wish will come true.

Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant they’re wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?

 

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)
Megan Slayer
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2017 Megan Slayer

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Ford Rogan stood tall and rolled his shoulders. He appraised his sub. “Hmm?”

Hayes Carter kept his head down as he knelt in front of Ford. “I want to be yours, Sir.”

“You do?” Ford grinned. Of the three subs he worked with, he preferred this boy. Hayes knew how to please him as much as he pleased Ford. He swept his gaze over Hayes. Before they played, he liked to set the tone and talk to his sub. Hayes was different. He could watch the sexy man all day and not get tired of him. “Tell me your safe word.”

“Legal brief.” Hayes shivered. “But I don’t want to use it.”

He’d always wondered why Hayes had chosen such an unorthodox safe word, but then again, there weren’t a whole lot of rules for their scenes. “You understand what will happen? If you trust me, I’ll make you fly and blow your mind. I trust you to tell me when you’ve reached your limits.”

“I trust you, Sir. Always.” He clasped his hands behind his back.

Ford ruffled Hayes’s black hair, then trailed his fingers down Hayes’s neck. Christmas hadn’t been far from his mind. He wasn’t sure why. Most of the time he could block out the holidays and other forces beyond the walls of the club. Not today. He focused on Hayes and locking the collar around Hayes’s neck. He affixed the leash to the D-ring. “Ready? Crawl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Hayes settled on his hands and knees. He crawled on the floor beside Ford. His bare ass flexed as he moved.

Ford resisted the urge to swat him. Instead, he directed Hayes to the St. Andrew’s cross. “You’ve pleased me. On your feet.”

Hayes scrambled off the floor and stood against the cross. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Show me your ass.” Allowed the leash to drop down Hayes’s naked body, he picked up a clear glass butt plug. “I’m filling you.” He liked pushing Hayes’s limits, plus the glass always looked beautiful against Hayes’s skin.

Hayes grasped the open cuffs on the ends of the cross and stuck his ass out. He widened his stance. “I’ve been bad, Sir. I need you to punish me.”

“Have you?” He closed the cuffs around Hayes’s wrists, then dragged the plug down his sub’s back. “How bad?”

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” Hayes writhed. “I’ve thought about us playing more than once a week. I jacked off last night, and I imagined you were there.”

“Boy.” He shouldn’t be pleased, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been drawn to Hayes from the first time he’d seen the man and wanted him. He pumped lube into his hand, then smeared the lube between Hayes’s ass cheeks. Hayes writhed again and flexed. “Do you want this?”

“Please, Sir?” Hayes pulled against the cuffs.

“Eventually.” He pushed the head of the plug against Hayes’s hole. Once the plug moved past the tight ring of muscle and was buried in his sub’s ass, he kissed Hayes’s shoulder. Kissing his subs wasn’t his norm, but then Hayes wasn’t just any sub. He should’ve prepped Hayes more, but that was one of the things Hayes enjoyed — being used. “Don’t let that fall out.” He tapped the handle. “Understand, boy?”

 

 

Moonlight Magic: A Limited Edition Collection of Supernatural Tales

Hi everyone,

I’m delighted to announce the release of my story, The Accidental Adoption, as part of the Moonlight Magic collection, out today!

Moonlight MagicBlurb:

Whether it is the witching hour, dawn, day or dusk, you are sure to find a thrill with these supernatural tales of the paranormal. This collection of stories caters to every taste. From steamy to sizzling with witches, werewolves, leprechauns, dragons and even Greek gods, your pulse will pound and your heart will race. Proceed with caution when you read this compilation because what is read, can never be unread, especially not under the magic of moonlight.

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This collection includes: 

Secrets of the Hollows (The Hollows 1) by Nicole Morgan

Lucifer once said about Andras, “His power is great, and should be feared.”

Hard Bite by Kate Allenton

It’s going to take more than sizzling chemistry to solve this mysterious case.

The Accidental Adoption  by Lucy Felthouse

There’s more to Rosie’s new dog than meets the eye…

Candy Cornered by Carma Haley

Cornered between Alpha protection and Rogue passion.

Mated by Midnight by Linnea Alexis

A man walks into a bar…and meets his destiny.

Her Protectors by Tamsin Baker

Brother shifters meet their curvaceous mate in this short, hot paranormal romance.

Night Hawk by J.E. Taylor 

Sacrificed to the shadows, Naomi thirsts for justice…and revenge.

Spellbound by Laura Greenwood

A second chance at love makes sparks fly…literally.

Under A Darkened Moon by Jane Hinchey

She’s a wolf on the run

Wicked by Diana Bocco

One night. One ritual. Passion can change everything.

All Hallow’s Eve by Elena Bryce

Seductive Lord Samhain is tempting her to stay forever…

Blood Moon by Livia Quinn

She could destroy his world…or save it.

Fire and Blood by Cadence Denton

She walked through flames to find him.

Marked by Fate Book One by Adaline Raine

A woman seeking answers finds so much more.

Shifter’s Choice by Annalise Nixon

Secrecy. Loyalty. Desire. Who needs a band of brothers when you can form a pack of shifters?

Aphrodite Calling by Jennifer Lynne 

Sometimes it takes the power of the gods to reveal the woman within…

Wayward Souls by Laurie Treacy

By saving the life of a gorgeous stranger, Holly finds her true self.

Taming Desire by Crystal Dawn

In the end, the wolf will howl because he believes love must triumph over all.

Gettin’ Lucky with a Leprechaun by Jocelyn Dex

At the end of the rainbow, will she find a pot of gold, or just get lucky?

Wilde & Sexy by Angie Daniels

It feels so good to be Wilde…

Accidentally Linked by Lexi Ostrow

Magic doesn’t always cast as planned

Lyric by Andrea R. Cooper

No man can resist a siren’s song…

Never Match a Dragon by Rachael Slate

Try to match a dragon, and you’ll end up burned.

Beyond the Ashes by Kaiden Klein

When darkness owns your soul, you have nothing to bargain with but time.

Rolf’s Quest by Aubrey Wynne

A wizard, a curse, a fated love. What medieval dreams are made of….

 

I hope you’ll consider checking it out!

Happy Reading,

Lucy x