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Monday, January 28, 2019

Virtual Book Tour Smuggler by Nicholas Fillmore



Smuggler
by Nicholas Fillmore


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GENRE: Memoir/True Crime


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BLURB:

When twenty-something post-grad Nick Fillmore discovers the zine he’s been recruited to edit is a front for drug profits, he begins a dangerous flirtation with an international heroin smuggling operation and in a matter of months finds himself on a fast ride he doesn’t know how to get off of.

After a bag goes missing in an airport transit lounge he is summoned to West Africa to take a voodoo oath with Nigerian mafia. Bound to drug boss Alhaji, he returns to Europe to put the job right, but in Chicago O’Hare customs agents “blitz” the plane and a courier is arrested.

Thus begins a harried yearlong effort to elude the Feds, prison and a looming existential dead end…. Smuggler relates the real events behind OITNB.


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Excerpt Two:

Later that afternoon I walked, drunk, through the Musee d’Arte Moderne in Brussels, down a winding white hallway to some inner recess. In a corner, behind glass, a little ventriloquist’s dummy in baggy pants and jacket sat before a brass bell. For minutes on end he just sat there with his feet sticking out in front of him, like he’d been knocked down in the street. Then something seemed to stir inside him and the doll’s torso jerked forward an inch and its metal head—bang! struck the bell producing an unexpectedly bright peal like the bell of a steamship. A little placard read, “Attempt to Raise Hell.” Dennis Oppenheim. American.

A small group waited in anticipation for it to happen again. Just as a couple turned to walk away, bang! the bell clanged again. I stayed for another half hour listening to the intermittent clanging; the little brute kept at it, as if he had a mind of his own—as if, in spite of whatever wind-up mechanism controlled him, he was determined to carry out this errand he alone knew the meaning of.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Nicholas Fillmore attended the graduate writing program at University of New Hampshire. He was a finalist for the Juniper Prize in poetry and co-founded and published SQUiD magazine in Provincetown, MA. He is currently at work on Sins of Our Fathers, a family romance and works as a reporter and lecturer in English. He lives on windward Oahu with his wife, his daughter and three dogs.


Publisher Website http://www.iambicbooks.com











Interview with Nicholas Fillmore
1. What is your favorite part of this book and why? I’m happy that I was able to hang
onto the jail portion, Part 2, of the book. Two editors from
different publishing houses wanted me to cut that way back or get rid of it altogether, and
focus instead on the smuggling part of the story right up to my arrest. But my agent and a
couple of trusted readers wanted me to keep those chapters as inherently interesting in
themselves. Beyond that, I felt that they are integral to the exposition of the main character.
The story doesn’t just end with my arrest. Other things are still being worked out besides the
moral calculus. Despite my cooperation with the feds, there’s still a logic behind my crimes
I’m not so willing to let go of. The tension between those two urges—the desire to reconcile
oneself with an ethical point of view and the desire to reject platitudes—are personified in the
jailhouse characters of Jimmy Dharma and Snake Carver: Each man had been shaped on a
cellular level by prison. To deprive him of its organizing
principle would be like stripping away the physical laws of repulsion and attraction that held
matter in place. Jimmy found in prison a ground to practice dharma, a nominal existence one
might overcome by contemplation of its inherent “emptiness,” And he found there, too, a
refuge from the vicissitudes of heroin addiction. Carver merely remained obdurate, more
“himself” all the time. “Keep on doing what you’re doing,” he said. “That’s what they want you
to do.” All the subsequent jail action is a dramatization of those two points of view.

2. If you could spend time with a character from your book whom would it be? And what would
you do during that day? I’m not sure I’d know how to find Jimmy. I googled him a few years back and
happened upon
a story in a San Francisco paper about experimental apartments for the homeless, and they
were interviewing him. That came as quite a shock to me. I suppose he’d fallen back into
heroin addiction. But his little apartment looked clean in the picture, dharma posters on the
walls. Despite whatever prowling he does around S.F., our jail existence was probably not far
off his basic mode of living. What would we do? I think we would sit in his apartment and
meditate and then have a cup of tea and say goodbye afterwards. Carver died in prison. I’d been
checking on people on the Bureau of Prisons website to see
when they were getting out. Then one time Carver’s release date came up as Deceased. That
really shook me up too. Despite his several gran mal seizures he was a very vigorous guy,
physically and intellectually. He had decided views in which he was emotionally invested. He
lived each day. You know, there are plenty of guys who get in the pill line in jail every day and
kind of check out. Not Carver. There’s something appealing about that. But he died. And I think
I’d like to FOIA that to find out what happened. As I mention in the book, he had a medical
malpractice suit against the feds, claiming they’d fucked his brain up. He had the records in his
legal box under his bed. He had them. Except he seemed to understand, each time one of his
motions would come back denied, that they were simply going to let him die in jail. Which only
made him angrier and crazier. But he remained unreconciled. And I think that there was
incredible bravery in that. If we were able to get together again in some afterlife it would be a
big argument, maybe fisticuffs.
3. If you could have been the author of any book ever written, which book would you choose?
The Bible.
4. Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?
Yes, as much as possible they are accurate portrayals of those people—as I see them.
5. What made you want to become a writer? A desire to escape from the tyranny of the dull
and the stupid.



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Bloodwite Series by Cecelia Mecca


The
Vampire's Temptation
Bloodwite
Book 1
by
Cecelia Mecca
Genre:
Paranormal Romance

Even
cursed blood can fall prey to love’s bite.
Kenton Morley and
Lawrence Derrickson have hated each other since they were feuding
border lords in medieval England and Scotland…seven hundred years
ago.
When their bloodlines
were cursed, birthing the world’s first vampires.
Their feud has carried
through the centuries based on an old argument: Kenton seeks to
destroy the Cheld—the only line of humans capable of killing their
kind—while Lawrence seeks to save them.
It’s said that men
can forget, but never forgive. It’s also said that true love knows
no bounds.
When the vampires move
to Stone Haven, Pennsylvania, Alessandra Fiore will find out
firsthand which of those old adages is true.
It doesn’t matter
whether she believes in vampires or not…
Because they believe in
her. And she’s on the very cusp of discovering her dormant powers
as a Cheld—a potential vampire hunter.
With both of these
strangely wealthy newcomers’ storming into her sleepy, peaceful
town, warning her to stay away from the other, what is a girl to do?
Especially when Kenton—the one that supposedly wants to kill
her—has a devilish twinkle in his eyes that she just can’t
say no to?
No matter how dangerous
she instinctively knows both men to be, strengths and powers of her
own are beginning to bubble to the surface, encouraging her that she
can take care of herself, thank you very much.
Love and Hate—two
sides of the same coin. Literally.
The only thing left to
do is flip that coin and hope for the best…to see which old saying
is true. And how many innocents bet the wrong way.



















The
Healer's Curse
Bloodwite
Prequel

Her intentions were
pure. The outcome was wicked.
Lady Isobel brought
death and destruction to the world, though she never meant to do it.
Reliving her tale opens old wounds and horrifies the man she's chosen
to transcribe it.
What has she done?
Nothing more than
inadvertently create the first two vampire families who happen to
despise each other. A seven hundred year old blood feud in the
making. . .
The Healer's Curse
is the origin to a love story so wickedly passionate, its
heroine won't be the only one left shuddering.












Cecelia
Mecca is the author of steamy historical and paranormal romance that
transports readers to another time and place.
Every
heroine, from Lady Sara in the Border Series to Alessandra Fiore in
Bloodwite, is your best friend– the one who kicks ass and takes
names. When these ladies meet alpha-males who try to take control,
sparks fly until the very last page.
Cecelia
writes the bestselling Border Series which takes readers to an
admittedly romanticized time of knights and castles in 13th century
Northumbria along the Anglo-Scottish border. She’s also currently
jumping into a new world which tests the patience of even the most
steadfast romance heroine. After all, dealing with the ultimate bad
boys– sexy, wealthy and swoon-worthy vampires– is not for the
faint of heart.
Our
Highlander-loving, vampire-writing author can be found in Northeast,
Pennsylvania, chai in hand, thinking up new ways to tame both
medieval and paranormal playboys. She is firmly House Stark and
Gryffindor.









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Cronin’s Key IV by N.R. Walker


Cronin’s Key IV
N.R. Walker
(Cronin’s Key #4)
Publication date: January 28th 2019
Genres: Adult, Fantasy
Kennard and Stas have been enjoying being newly bonded mates, hidden away for the last six months in Stas’ cabin, deep in the forests of Northern Russia. When they get a visit from Alec, Cronin, Eiji, and Jodis, Kennard and Stas decide to return to London where they get news of a supernatural disturbance in India.
Excited for a new adventure, the band of friends embark on a journey like they’ve never seen before. Following a trail of snakes and serpents, they slip through gates into timeless dimensions all over the world, leaving them without their vampire powers. Even Alec is powerless as they follow a trail of gates and doorways to their final destination.
But the bad guy isn’t who they think it is, and Kennard will need to draw on his past to save their future. Because history is never what it seems…
EXCERPT:
Chapter One
“Do you think we should try and get out of bed today?” Kennard asked.
“No.” Stas’ voice was gruff, warm and delicious in his ear.
Kennard smiled into the mattress and tried to pull himself toward his pillow, a feigned escape attempt, but Stas’ huge hand gripped his hip and slid him back into place. Then Stas rolled on top of him, his erection pressing against Kennard’s ass. Kennard lifted his hips and spread his legs, giving Stas all the permission he needed as he laughed into the sheet. “It’s been six months. I guess one more day won’t hurt.”
Stas pushed inside him and both men groaned. “We never leave,” Stas whispered, his fangs at Kennard’s shoulder. “Stay here forever.”
Kennard had always doubted the mating bond between vampires. Well, not doubted. He’d never understood it. He’d spent most of his six hundred years alone. He’d had acquaintances and friends and a lot of lovers. Yet his heart had never been moved by anyone. He almost thought it had frozen in his chest when he was changed from human to vampire, because the way he’d seen mated pairs behave was so foreign to him.
But then there was Stas.
As soon as he’d seen him, he knew. The melancholy that had settled over him in the months before, like a mist, had dissolved the moment his eyes fell upon him. His purpose was now clear. This huge, hulking Russian vampire was his.
They’d been holed up in Stas’ cabin in Lithuania at first, barely leaving each other’s embrace for a minute. Then they’d driven Stas’ truck to one of his cabins in some far-off Russian forest and hadn’t left each other’s side, or their bed. Except to feed, which hadn’t been anywhere near as often as it probably should’ve been, because they seemed to feed off each other. Energy, blood, love. Sex. So much sex, yet nowhere near enough. They’d barely stopped long enough for important conversations. Stas had managed to give some of his history, Kennard even less so.
The desire, the bone-deep need to be with Stas, to have him inside him, to be one with him was so profound it was dizzying. Kennard used to roll his eyes at newly fated mates. They used to make him sick. Now he wanted nothing more.
“You are everything,” Stas whispered. He ran his hand through Kennard’s hair, messing it up even further, kissing his head. “My everything.”
Kennard rolled his hips and pressed his forehead into the mattress, arching his back. “I ty moy,” Kennard murmured.
And you are mine.
Stas always reacted when Kennard spoke Russian. Especially in bed. He growled into the back of Kennard’s neck and sunk his fangs into Kennard’s shoulder while he thrust deeper inside him, and Kennard’s whole body sang.
Every cell, every fiber of his being.
And afterwards, when Stas had wrung Kennard of every ounce of pleasure, they lay in bed in each other’s arms.
“I might even try turning on that old radio set today,” Kennard said. “If the batteries work.”
Stas laughed. “You said yesterday. And last week.”
Kennard laughed into his chest, Stas’ chest hair tickling his face, but lovely and soft and warm. “I’ve lost all track of days.”
“I think is March,” Stas said with a chuckle.
Kennard found his broken English adorable, and he hummed happily. “Sounds about right.”
Stas ran his wide hands over Kennard’s slender form, over his pointed hip, up his spine. He was literally twice Kennard’s size. Stas had a masculine build, short, dark-brown hair, blue eyes, and a square jaw. Broad shoulders, huge hands. Everything about him screamed man. Whereas Kennard was fine-featured with pretty, boyish looks and white-blond hair. Stas was a loner, his home in the Russian wilds, in a basic cabin with no electricity or running water, and Kennard was a social guy who lived in an expensive apartment with every conceivable technology and thrived in the London nightlife. Opposites in every way, yet one perfectly complemented the other. “Do you wish to feed?” Stas asked.
Kennard considered it and took stock of his body, his baser need to feed. “No,” he said simply. “I don’t need anything but you right now. What about you?”
But Stas didn’t answer. He cocked his head and he frowned. “Hear that?”
It took Kennard a second to shake his mind of his post-coital haze, but then, yes, he could. “Someone is coming? In this weather?” It was snowing. The entire forest was under a blanket of white.
Stas sat up on the bed and pulled on some jeans. “Is human.”
“Can you read their mind? Do you know who they are?”
Stas froze and turned back to Kennard, who was still sprawled naked on the bed. “No. I not hear them.” He frowned. “How can I not hear them?”
Kennard sat up then. “I don’t know.”
Stas’ cabin was isolated, deep in some Northern Russian forest. It was old, built a few hundred years ago. A simple A-frame log cabin with a bedroom loft on the mezzanine and a small living room on the ground floor, an unused kitchen, and an old-fashioned bathtub they needed to heat water for. It was positively prehistoric compared to Kennard’s apartment in London, but it was all Stas had ever needed. He’d relished in the isolation, a reprieve from his vampiric ability to hear the minds of those around him.
The driveway to the cabin was long and overgrown; the cabin couldn’t be seen from the road, especially in winter. And most human drivers who passed by—of which there were few—didn’t know it was a driveway at all.
Stas had told Kennard he knew humans ignored his driveway because Stas could hear their thoughts. Except he hadn’t heard a thing since Alec had blocked Stas’ mind when they were in the pits under Moscow and…
“Have you heard anything since Moscow and Pennsylvania?” Kennard asked.
Stas seemed confused. “I don’t know. I think no. The campers at lake we found were sleeping, and I focus on you so much, I not notice.”
That was true. They’d only fed once, when some foolish hunters camped out by the lake and drank far too much homemade vodka. It was the first time he and Stas had fed together, and well… it had been a feed and fuck fest. Kennard wasn’t surprised Stas was so distracted. The memory made him flush. “Well,” Kennard said, slipping on a robe. It belonged to Stas, and it swam on Kennard—it was far from his usual stylish garb—but he didn’t care. “Let’s deal with this human first. See if you can hear anything when you speak to him.”
Kennard wasn’t sure of the science behind mind reading or how any vampire talent worked, for that matter, but he gave Stas a smile he hoped was a comfort.
A black van came into view, driving slowly, clearly very unsure or lost. It was getting dark and the van’s headlights cast a yellow light across the snow. It pulled to a stop, and after a moment, a man exited the vehicle. He slid back the side door and pulled out a large bouquet of flowers. Not just any flowers, but white stargazer lilies.
Funeral lilies.
Kennard burst out laughing, dashed down the stairs, and opened the door. The porch cover was deep enough so no sunlight could reach the front door—not that Northern Russia saw much sunshine—and the delivery man smiled at first. Then upon closer inspection, as though realizing Kennard wasn’t exactly human, or perhaps he felt the danger, that cold shiver of fear from being so close to evil, the man’s smile disappeared and he stumbled closer to the door. He mumbled something in Russian that Kennard couldn’t quite work out—huge payment, middle of nowhere?—but he handed over the large bouquet and staggered back, waving as he climbed into his van before he sped back down the driveway.
Kennard spun inside, twirling like a dancer, and laughed as he held out the flowers. “Well, at least we know what day it is.”
Stas was clearly confused. “What?”
“It’s March twenty-fourth.”
“What is the significance of this date to you?” Stas asked. “And who sent you flowers? Who even knows where we are?”
Kennard flitted over to his big protective lump of a mate, leaned up on his toes, and kissed him. “March twenty-fourth is a dark, dark day in England’s history. A day of mourning, really.”
Stas was immediately concerned and angry, even. “What is it? What happened to hurt you like this? I will find them!”
Kennard chuckled. “Nothing like that, my love. Cronin sends me flowers on March twenty-fourth, every year, to commemorate the union of the crowns.” Kennard frowned and sighed loudly. “A dark, dark day indeed.”
Stas cupped Kennard’s face. “What is this union of crowns? I not understand.”
Kennard shook his head sadly. “It was when a damn Scot became King of England.”



Author Bio:
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.
She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…

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Caged Fire by L M Preston


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NA/Urban Fantasy
Date to be Published: March 7th, 2019

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They say you can't run away from your problems. EmVee knew from experience it was true. She and her father tried to run, until the truth came and got them. Now with nothing to lose, she must confront the monster that changed her life forever. Unfortunately, she has to work with his best friend, Kayson who she is almost sure, isn't quite as nice as he seems. Kayson revealed not just why her father disappeared, but a new world of magicals that wanted the debt he left behind to be paid.


(Insatiable Darkness - Book 0, Caged Fire - Book 1, Unbreakable Darkness - Book 1.5)



Excerpt


“Look kid, your father’s time is running cold. They are on to us, too many lives are at stake if either of you get caught.” Rocky handed her a thumb drive. “It’s a matter of your life and his death. He owes me, and I owe another a favor.”

“You give it to him,” EmVee replied evenly, checking her emotions and desire to punch the guy and run.

“No, this is where my road ends. Remember. Remember the name to nowhere and the code is your father’s real name. If you are his daughter. He would have told it to you, it’s a safe-word of sorts. I’m tired of running and they made sure I don’t have anything to run to. My son, he’s out there somewhere, and I’ll die taking the name of his safe-place with me. He’ll be free of them, both of them. Max and you have a chance. Don’t forget my name. It’ll mean something someday I hope. Run. Run now.” Rocky grasped her wrist, yanked it toward him, and placed the thumb drive in her hand.

EmVee looked at the drive, squeezed it in her palm.

Rocky tossed something in his mouth and pushed her back. “Look away, kid.” His body started convulsing. He groaned and collapsed, eyes open and staring towards the moon teased by dark clouds.

Sweat slid from under her drawn hoodie. Why’d he’d do it? They could’ve taken him to a hospital.

She glanced around quickly, then went for Rocky’s pockets. She reached in his jacket, flesh and entrails had spilled from his waist and into his coat. EmVee jerked back, shook her head a shaky sigh escaped her lips. She bit down on her lip and did what she had to do. In his jacket she found his cellphone and put it in her back pocket. His wallet she stuffed in the side pocket of her backpack. There was nothing else.

Putting her hand over her nose, swallowing back the tangy taste of vomit. She reached over and closed Rocky’s blue eyes. She’d never forget them.



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The Square by JA Huss & Johnathan McClain


The Square
JA Huss, Johnathan McClain
(Shape of Love, #2)
Publication date: January 29th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
ALEC

Against all odds we found each other.

And then a single moment of betrayal ripped it all away.

I thought Christine had forgiven me. I thought we’d moved past it. I thought she’d healed.
CHRISTINE

I loved them both and they loved me.

But then Danny left and our triangle was broken.

So was I really that surprised when Alec put it back together again?
DANNY

We are meant to be together. We all know that.

But what did Alec do after I left?

What could he have possibly done to make Christine want revenge?
The Square is book two in The Shape of Love series collaboratively written by New York Times Bestselling author, JA Huss and actor/screenwriter, Johnathan McClain.
EXCERPT:
CHRISTINE
The betrayal is still fresh. The lapse in loyalty still real.
And I need him to forget.
But even though he’s not pushing me away, and that’s a good sign, and I know with such certainty that we will be together tonight, he’s not embracing it the way I need him to.
So I say, “Danny…” Because I need to tell him this. I need to explain everything. But the words I need leave me in that moment and the whole act is just another bit of unfinished business.
“Christine,” he says, his voice low and throaty as he kisses me again. His mouth opens up and his tongue slides up against mine. And I expect him to say something like… I want to fuck you now. Or, Everything will be OK. Or, Take off your clothes.
Or maybe he’ll just rip this little dress off my body, toss it overboard, and throw me down onto the overstuffed pillows of the deck couch and make me obey him.
But he says, “You need to lower your expectations.”
And I don’t know why, because this is not the way this night should be going and that should worry me, but I laugh.
“I’m serious,” he says, his fingertips slipping under the strap of my dress and dragging it over my shoulder, leaving it like that. Unfinished, just like I left his shirt when I started the process of unburdening him. He looks down at me, his blue eyes catching the moonlight, making them sparkle in that supernatural way. Convincing me that he’s wrong. That he is my hero. Even though he says, in the same moment, “I’m no hero. You know what comes out when you poke me. Blackness.”
I stop breathing and study him. Shaking my head. Because it’s not true. He’s the bluest thing in the entire universe. But I don’t want to waste time explaining why he’s so perfect or how I know he’ll save me—save everyone—when the time comes. So I reach down and grab his cock through his slacks and squeeze.
Which makes him close his eyes and smile.
And reach for the other strap of my dress.
And drag that one over my shoulder too.
Unfinished.
But it’s enough to keep things going. Because the dress is loose. Just a simple shift that hides what’s underneath with soft white silk. So when I pull my hand away from his hard cock, it falls. Right down to my hips, exposing the lacy, white, strapless bra that covers my breasts. And one more slight tug from him is all it takes to make the white silk slide over my hips and drop to the deck. It flutters for a second, catching the night breeze the way his shirt did, and then settles at my feet in a puddle of brightness against the dark.
He stops and looks at me.
And I wonder what he sees. A beautiful, young woman in matching white lingerie?
A friend? A lover?
His goddess who will save him—save everybody—when the time comes?
Or… does he just see me for who I am? The traitor.


Author Bio:
Two accomplished writers come together to create unforgettable sexy romance. JA Huss is the New York Times bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today bestsellers list eighteen times. Johnathan McClain is a veteran actor and writer whose work, either performed or written, is probably airing on at least one of the channels on your television right now. You can contact them on their website www.hussmcclain.com or find them at their social links below.
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Flygirl by R D Kardon


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Upmarket Commercial/Women’s Fiction
Date Published: January 3, 2019
Publisher: Acorn Publishing LLC

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Let pilot Tris Miles lift you up, and fly you to new heights with her inspiring story of love, ambition and the meaning of success.

R. D. Kardon's debut novel puts you in the cockpit with Tris Miles as she navigates the challenges of integrating an all-male corporate flight department in 1997. Tris encounters harassment, marginalization, and backstabbing on her journey to becoming a jet captain. 

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It’s 1997. Women stand beside men in combat and fly fighter jets. Pilot Tris Miles is not content with her job as a First Officer for tiny Clear Sky Airlines. She wants to be a Captain—the only way she knows to prove her worth as a pilot and atone for a deadly mistake.

To further her career, Tris accepts a prestigious job with Tetrix, Inc. But her dream of becoming pilot-in-command twists into a nightmare.

As the company’s first woman pilot, she encounters resistance, marginalization, and harassment on a daily basis. Fortunately, Tris has one thing her co-workers can’t deny—skill.

When Tris finds herself in a crippled airplane thousands of miles from home she must prove she can lead. With her career on the line, can Tris earn the respect she’s been craving? And if this is the end, can she find the strength to forgive herself?



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Robin "R.D." Kardon was a litigation attorney before beginning a twelve-year flying career as a corporate and airline pilot. She holds an Airline Transport Pilot certificate and three Captain qualifications. Her travels took her all over the world in every type of airplane from small single-engine Cessnas to the Boeing 737. Robin earned her B.A. in Journalism and Sociology from NYU and J.D. from American University, Washington College of Law. A native New Yorker, Robin now lives in San Diego, California with her beloved rescue pets. , a work of fiction inspired by her own aviation experience, is her first novel.


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Black Light: Celebrity Roulette Anthology






Title: Black Light: Celebrity Roulette
Authors: Livia Grant, Jennifer Bene, Dani René,

Lesley Clark, Maren Smith, Measha Stone,

Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, & Maggie Ryan
Publisher: Black Collar Press

Genre: BDSM Romance/Erotica

Cover Design: Eris Adderly
Release Date: February 7, 2019





Blurb

How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your
celebrity crush?
 

Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy
stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you're invited to celebrate
Valentine's Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of
BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard
limits.

We've loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to
win a free month at the exclusive club... but there's more than money on the
line when hearts get involved.

Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you're brave enough to spin the wheel!



Publisher's Note: If you’ve checked out the previous Valentine Roulette
anthologies, then you already know the high stakes for these daring couples. If
you haven’t spun the wheel with us yet, what are you waiting for? Each set is
full of completely new, edgy, stand-alone BDSM romance stories! Dive in and
enjoy this one of a kind anthology, full of tempting dominance and tantalizing
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