Thursday, October 16, 2025

As the ancient world begins to crumble... #HistoricalFiction #SaharaDesert #Giveaway

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Blurb

TAMANRASSET is historical fiction set on the edge of the Sahara as the ancient world begins to fade and great empires collide. Four strangers—a mature Foreign Legionnaire, a Sharif’s wrathful son, an ambitious American archaeologist, and an abandoned Swedish widow—become adrift and isolated, but when their paths intersect, the fragile connections between them tell a story of survival and fate on the edge of the abyss. Blending the sweep of classic adventure with the horror of a great historical calamities, Edward Parr’s TAMANRASSET is a saga about the crossroads where nomads meet.

Excerpt

The Sun had not yet risen above the ruins of the Mechouar Palace, but at the mosque nearby many Muslim people of the city of Tlemcen were already at their morning prayer. It was a great privilege to be admitted to one of the oldest mosques in Algeria, over eight hundred years old, and an even greater privilege to be allowed to pray before the mihrab there among the great white columns that lined the enormous hall. As the prayers ended, there was a gentle rustling of movement as the faithful rose and exited to the open and airy marble-tiled courtyard of the mosque, still quiet in the twilight of dawn. Isabel retrieved her leather boots and exited a side door beneath the shadow of the towering brick minaret. Covered by her tightly drawn dark brown burnouse, khaki pants, white shirt, and a black hijab, Isabel walked along the great stone wall to the main gate of the palace. The few buildings in the complex that were still usable had been made into offices for the French army, but the pool and gardens of the central courtyard were peaceful and shadowy. She passed an alcove that featured Islamic calligraphy carved into the stucco, and Isabel stopped to read it: “Allah is God, there is no god but He: the King.”

A quiet voice behind her asked: “Madame Pedersen?”

She turned to find a short, elegantly dressed French officer approaching her. His flat-topped white hair was soldierly, but his crisp, tailored uniform, polished boots, and wide waxed mustache displayed a carefully composed appearance.

Peace be with you,” she said, casting her eyes downward and crossing her arm over her chest as she nodded.

Peace be with you, Madame. I apologize if I disturbed you; will you come inside?”

As you wish.”

She followed the French colonel to a charming wood-paneled room overlooking an orchard of citrus trees bearing large green fruit. The colonel sat on a bare wood chair beside a wide wooden table, crossed his legs, and twirled the end of his wide mustache. Isabel stood silently before him in a respectful posture.

I have the greatest respect for your beliefs, my dear, but it would be helpful to me if you would sit and speak to me informally. Would you be so kind?”

Of course,” she said and she sat on the chair beside his. Her demeanor now expressed more of her experience and self-assurance, her hijab more a symbol of her confidence than of her humility. The colonel raised an eyebrow in appreciation of her serene face and brilliant blue eyes.

About the Author

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Edward (“Ted”) Parr studied playwriting at New York University in the 1980’s, worked with artists Robert Wilson, Anne Bogart, and the Bread and Puppet Theater, and staged his own plays Off-Off-Broadway, including Trask, Mythographia, Jason and Medea, Rising and an original translation of Oedipus Rex before pursuing a lengthy career in the law and public service. He published his Kingdoms Fall trilogy of World War One espionage adventure novels which were collectively awarded Best First Novel and Best Historical Fiction Novel by Literary Classics in 2016. He has always had a strong interest in expanding narrative forms, and in his novel writing, he explores older genres of fiction (like the pulp fiction French Foreign Legion adventures or early espionage fiction) as inspiration to examine historical periods of transformation. His main writing inspirations are Charles Dickens, George Eliot, Bernard Cornwell, Georges Surdez, and Patrick O’Brien.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2025

Eventually it will kill me – #PNR #MMRomance #HauntedOctober #FreeBook #MFRWHooks

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It’s Wednesday again, which means I’m showcasing another one of my paranormal romance titles as part of my Haunted October celebration. At the Margins of Madness is a dark, intense MM erotic romance that illustrates the price of power.

You could win a copy of this thrilling and suspenseful novel. Just leave me a comment. In addition to being an entry for the free book, your comment also could help you win a $25 gift certificate on Halloween.

Blurb

Nineteen year old Kyle has devastating visions of horrific disasters. Everyone assumes Kyle is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that appears to be mutual.

The Hook

First came the flames. Then, the screams. Each cry was distinct to Kyle’s ears—the men’s hoarse yells, the women’s shrieks, the inarticulate wails from the infants. He couldn’t see them, not yet. Sooty smoke billowed up, hiding the plummeting bodies, making his eyes sting. Orange tongues of fire pierced the black cloud. The cries grew louder as the heat intensified.

He took a big swig of cheap vodka. The bottle was already half empty. His head spun and he knew he couldn’t stand, but the awful screams still rang in his mind.

Please, he thought. No more. I can’t take any more. Let me pass out soon. He drank again, his gut churning as the raw liquid splashed into his empty stomach.

He tried to focus on the present—the rough stone pressing against his back, the chill wind biting through his ragged jacket, the faint smell of urine that filled the passageway under the highway. Useless. The sensations of the real world seemed thin and frail, powerless to overcome the horrible scenes in his head.

Every time, it got worse. It took more alcohol to remove him to that state of blissful oblivion. I’m adapting, just like any drunk. Before long, I’ll need a whole bottle to drown out the visions. Eventually, it will kill me. The thought was a relief.

The spells came more frequently these days, and not just during his waking hours. Nightmares stalked him, full of bloody flesh and torn limbs, searing fire or icy floods. He’d claw his way back to consciousness, howling like an animal, trying to escape. He’d been kicked out of every shelter in the city. He upset the other residents too much.

He could always go back to the hospital. Thorazine didn’t completely smother the visions, but it deadened the emotional impact. He could sit for hours, watching disasters play themselves out on the screen of his mind, and not care.

It worked for a while, but then he always ended up signing himself out again. As painful as consciousness was, it was better than the half-life of being drugged. At least, that was what he told himself, on the good days when his curse was in remission. The staff looked relieved when he left. Even the professionals had trouble dealing with his “hallucinations”.

Hey, gimme a drink, will ya?” A voice cut through the screams echoing in his head. The grizzled man lying next to him on the sidewalk smelled like long-unwashed socks. “Come on, please? Us bums got to stick together.”

Kyle handed him the bottle. His hand shook. “Sure, help yourself.”

The old timer took a deep swallow, then grinned at him. “Thanks, kid.”

The flames flared up, hiding the man’s pock-marked face and gap-toothed smile. A woman’s cry rang out, full of terror. “No, please, no more…” Kyle muttered, closing his eyes. The hungry fire continued to dance behind his eyelids, mocking his attempt at escape. He groped for the bottle.

Brilliant white light flooded his vision, momentarily chasing the inner fire away. “Okay, boys, time to get up.” The masculine voice held a natural authority—strength without cruelty. “Off to the shelter with you. You know you can’t stay here, getting drunk and blocking pedestrians.” A firm hand grabbed his arm and tried to haul him to a standing position. “Come on. We’ve got a wagon right here. Wouldn’t you rather be in a nice warm bed than a stinking underpass?”

Kyle opened his eyes, blinking in the glare of the cop’s flashlight. “I…no, please…I can’t…” A scream of agony assaulted his inner ears. He doubled over, answering the pain tearing through his stomach. Only the cop’s grip kept him from collapsing onto the damp cement. Another pang knifed through his abdomen. The fire roared inside him.

Are you sick?” Barely conscious, Kyle had a confused impression of the other man’s face—square jaw, sandy hair, warm blue eyes.

My stomach… The fire…”

What fire?”

Kyle couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. The policeman searched his face, trying to understand.

They’re dying,” he moaned. Maybe he was dying himself. He retched and tasted blood. He was sinking into a rosy, fire-lit haze.

Who? Who’s dying?” The policeman gripped his shoulders, shaking him, trying to bring him back. “What’s going on, boy?”

The address appeared out of nowhere, written in chalk on a wall of black stone. “Gardner Street,” Kyle whispered, slipping away. “29 Gardner Street.”

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Monday, October 13, 2025

Writing the next story... #DarkRomance #SecondChanceRomance #OppositeAttract

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By Amber Daulton (Guest Blogger)

Lost in His Spiderwebs is the second book in the Lozano Cartel series, which follows Rubén Lozano and Drina Cabrera in a second chance dark romance neither of them expected.

Rubén is not a man to trifle with. He’s a ruthless, secretive cartel kingpin who will spill blood to further his end goals. Drina is a widowed mom who lives her life around her job and raising her daughter. These two people have nothing in common, or so it seems. After Drina’s life turns upside down and she finds herself at the mercy of a violent cartel, fate sends the one man she wants nothing to do with right into her path. Yet, Rubén is the only person who can help her.

Readers will first meet Rubén and Drina as supporting characters in Dark Hearts Aflame, book one in the series. Right away, I knew I wanted to explore and develop Rubén’s character and give him his own book, but I wasn’t sure who his heroine would be. After coming up with and discarding a couple of ideas, inspiration finally struck. Drina! She would be perfect for him. I love the opposites attract trope, so I plotted out the story with Drina as his love interest. But something didn’t feel right. At this point in my brainstorming process, Rubén and Drina were strangers when they meet in Chapter One. I didn’t like that. There wasn’t enough emotion or connection between them to satisfy me, let alone the reader.

What was I to do? I stressed over this for weeks, trying to figure out a way to add some pizzazz. Then it clicked. A second chance romance, another favorite trope. What if Rubén and Drina were lovers years earlier? What if he was the father of her daughter, and he doesn’t know it? Those questions whipped through my mind like lightning; I knew exactly what I had to do.

Once I got the beginning of the book figured out, the rest of it fell quickly into place. I had so many ideas, though some of them were cut for better pacing and word count. The final product is an edgy, angsty, erotic story befitting the dark romance genre, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.

Lost in His Spiderwebs is now on preorder and will be live on October 14, 2025. The next book, Corrupting His Wife, is in the draft stage and scheduled for release in April 2026. The Lozano Cartel series will span several standalone novels, so please subscribe to my newsletter or follow my social media to keep tabs on when these books will be out. Until then, add Lost in His Spiderwebs to your reading list. You won’t be disappointed.

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Blurb

Kidnapped by the enemy. Bought by the jefe. Will his smoldering touch thaw her frozen heart?

Rubén Lozano, the new leader of the Lozano Cartel, craves peace amidst a legacy of bloodshed and death. He never expected to find his ex-lover, Drina Cabrera, in the clutches of his vicious rivals. Her haunted eyes compel him to rescue her, but freeing her is another matter.

After five months of captivity, Drina trades one captor for another. Though she succumbs to Rubén’s masterful touch, the bittersweet memory of her daughter and the life she was stolen from is a constant wedge between them.

When Rubén’s darkest secret comes out, he will have to wash his hands in crimson. Will Drina let her king face the danger alone, or stand at his side as his cartel queen?

Book two in the dark romance series, the Lozano Cartel. All the books can be read as a standalone, but are part of an interconnected series.

Scenes featuring drug distribution, violence, kidnapping, and attempted sexual assault may be uncomfortable for some readers.

No cheating. HEA guaranteed!

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Excerpt (R-Rated)

He snapped her bra strap.

Ahh!” She jumped, rubbing his erection.

Easy, little girl. You don’t want me coming too soon, right?” He clasped her waist and rotated his hips, pressing himself harder against her.

I don’t want you coming at all, at least around me.”

Again, he laughed. “So your mouth says. Your body wants me.”

Not true.” Pressure pounded through her arms as she clutched the balcony rail tighter. He could easily throw her over the edge, especially since she was already dangling half off it. Heat radiated from his powerful body and enveloped her.

Here’s the proof.” He gripped her hip with one hand while he snaked the other beneath the hem of her leggings and panties. His rings brushed her skin as he slipped his finger between her fleshy folds.

She gasped. Her body clenched.

Warm. Wet. You want me more than anything.”

Lies. P-please, stop,” she stuttered again, fighting back waves of pleasure. As he withdrew his hand, she bit her tongue to silence a scream of denial. She was so messed up. She couldn’t want him. Shouldn’t want him. Didn’t want him, but she burned for his touch.

He dragged her bottoms down her thighs.

Hot air rushed over her exposed core. “Ahh! Rubén, what—” Two thick fingers invaded, and his rings pressed tight against her needy center. She cried out and bucked her hips. His throaty growl raised the fine hair on her arms and nape. He pushed in and out, stroking her faster. Breathy mewls escaped her mouth. As he curled his fingers, she bit her lip and braced her face against her arm to muffle her moans.

Scream, Drina. Let everyone hear you.” He gripped a handful of her hair and jerked her head back.

She leaned against his hard chest, her head braced in the crook of his neck and shoulder. Her scalp smarted, the pain spurring her on. Tears pricked her eyes. Pressure throbbed in her core, pushing her closer to release. His arm gyrated against her belly, twisting and hiking up her tunic top, and bared her heated center for the world to see. An exhibitionist thrill shot through her. His magic fingers worked her into a throbbing bundle of nerves. Then he flicked her clit. The world crashed around her. A supernova blasted behind her eyes. Her guttural shout belted free. Liquid fire gushed from her long-neglected core.

That’s it, my dirty little girl. You belong to me. Your cum, your orgasms, your body—all mine. No one else will ever make you squirt so hard. Say my name.”

Ahh!” she cried out as he ruthlessly wrung the orgasm from her quivering body.

My name. Say it,” he bit out against the shell of her ear, plucking and prodding her even faster. “Let every man around hear who owns you.”

R-Rubén. Rubén. Oh my God. Rubén!” Another orgasm struck like a tsunami. She shouted in ecstasy, the sound ripping from the depths of her soul.

So wet. You love my fingers inside you.” He held up his hand and let her juices glisten in the daylight. “Fuck, Drina. My hand is soaked.”

Dizziness swamped her. Knees weak, she leaned against him, trusting him to support her weight. Sexual bliss and relief that she’d gone without for so many years now flooded her bloodstream. No one had ever revved her up like this, not even Jacinto. Her pounding heart skipped a beat. Jacinto—her sweet, kind, loving husband. Shame consumed her from the inside out.

About the Author

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Amber Daulton is the author of the
Lozano Cartel, the Arresting Onyx, the Embracing You, and the Ramseys in Time series, as well as several standalone novellas. Her books are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.

She lives in North Carolina with her husband and demanding cats.

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Friday, October 10, 2025

Sample Her Lethal Crown Assassin – #DarkRomance #SteamyRomance #NewRelease

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A stand-alone spin-off from the Untameable series! More than 450 pages of pure passion!

Ambrosia


I’ve been kidnapped by a gorgeous Brit killer from Switzerland and flown in his private jet to London.

He’s cultured and charming despite being a stone-cold Crown assassin. The plan is to use me to lure my father, a notorious international criminal, to come out of his secret lair. But my father and I have no love lost between us.

To the puzzlement of my to-die-for aristocratic abductor, I enjoy my captivity and the twisted attraction I feel for him. Even the mere scent of him.

Being cultured, he feels obligated to treat me with decency. I take advantage. I’ll charm the pants off his neat British ass. But he’s knighthood to the core and about as easily charmed as the Rock of Gibraltar.

Damien

A mission for the Crown. To catch the elusive global criminal, the Phantom. As a Royal Marines Commando, I’m all in for the challenge. I kidnap the Phantom’s daughter to smoke her father out of the woodwork.

Now I’m stuck with babysitting her in the London apartment 24/7.

But the broken rebel mafia girl is high-octane, lethal enchantment in black lipstick and piercings. Ambrosia makes sin amazingly gorgeous.

I'm tempted to taste the lethal darkness looming around her...

Note from the author: This book contains scenes that might trigger some readers. Please read responsibly.

Excerpt

The Adonis—the less controlled one of the two Brits, who nearly slapped me while looking like the commanding lord for submission—lowers his ass on the couch opposite mine. I immediately long for my lollypop in my mouth to comfort me.

I have to talk to you, Spitting Cobra,” he begins as I fix him with my eyes. His pale lashes scream at the world to clip them.

That’s not my name.”

It is,” he says, scowling at me from under those scythe-blade-long lashes.

His eyes are an electric indigo that straddles blue and violet, buzzing with energy. The sort of gaze that activates a woman’s heartbeats to race, her nipples to pearl, and heat to descend to between her legs and drum there like conga beats. A towering six-three-or-four, with the near-white blond hair, he had gazillions of Viking genes nestling in his blood. If I hadn’t heard him talk with that distinct upper crust accent, I’d have placed him squarely on the Scandinavian turf. Even when he said Bloody American cunt

, it sounded like a meritocratic compliment.

Either that or Sewer Rat. Take your pick.” He eases back into his seat like the quintessential lounge lizard.

I almost hold my breath expecting his forked tongue to blitz out and lick me into him by my eyeballs. The intensity of the moment makes me shoot my eyes at his partner, Yellow Eyes, walking down the aisle away from us towards the aft section. His eyes are glued to the phone he’s fiddling with in his hands.

I yank my eyes back to Scandinavian. “I prefer my name to your judgemental fantasies.” I leave it there as he pins me with the electric indigo-violets that spear my guts. Like receiving a steady stream of double laser swords aimed below the chest at the viscera.

Heavens forbid, Sewer Rat. The last things I’d ever fantasize about are reptiles and rodents.”

Calling me sewer rat reminds me of Dad’s pet name for me: Topolina. Little Mouse. Only that Dad means it affectionately.

What do you want to talk about?” Might as well get it all behind me.

Let’s clear the name angle first, Spitting Cobra. Which is it?”

I have a name, s—”

All humans and most domesticated animals do.”

He says that in a tone that explicitly asserts that he, of course, is light years above humans; forget animals, domesticated and otherwise. He’s unto himself a unique special species.

Lounge lizard by way of his posture on his seat, but not in manners. He’s as controlled as a nuclear plant and as confident as the proud peacock. I presume he relies on his Norse god looks and British imperial superiority aura to steer him through life among his peers. I’ve never met anybody who makes me feel fucking inferior. I’m a Giannovecci Derossa. We own the world and subject everything in and around it.

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About the Author

A P von K’Ory writes romance, psychological thrillers, and nonfiction. She loves diversity – it’s in her aristocratic DNA. She has won more than half a dozen prizes and awards from four continents. Her family stretches from the Nilotes of the Eastern African Nile Delta to Germany, France, and the Walloons (Belgium). She lectures Economics and Sociology in Austria, Germany, and Switzerland. She’s married and has a son. Being migratory – and weather willing – she lives in Germany, France, Cyprus, and Greece.

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Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Do not tempt me again, girl... #PNR #Vampire #FreeBook #MFRWHooks

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Welcome to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop – and to another opportunity to win prizes as part of my Haunted October event.

My hook today is from my bisexual vampire romance Fin d’Espoir. A reviewer once called it “a philosopher’s erotic tale”, and I think that’s an apt summary.

I hope you like the hook. I’ll give away one copy of the book to a randomly selected reader who leaves a comment on this post. Furthermore, every comment is an entry toward my grand prize of a $25 gift certificate.

Blurb

Bitter and alone, Etienne de Rémorcy haunts the forest around the ruined plantation of Fin d'Espoir. He has sworn to never again taste human blood. Then a fierce storm and a runaway horse bring a slender, raven-haired beauty to his lair. When she begs him to take her, he cannot resist.

Madeleine and Troy hope that a carefree vacation in tropical Jamaica will reignite their faded passion. On a mountain trail ride, Maddy's horse bolts, carrying her deep into the jungle. Injured and lost, she is saved by a giant of a man whose mere presence kindles unbearable desire. By the time she understands his dark nature, it is far too late for her to escape.

When Maddy returns, Troy finds her greatly changed : ravenous in bed, restless and disturbed otherwise. The elegant stranger he meets on the beach holds the key to her transformation - and soon has seduced Troy as well.

Tortured by his conscience, Etienne is determined to set the young couple free. But their love may be his last hope for redemption.

The Hook

Iron and salt. The taste woke Madeleine from voluptuous dreams. For a moment, she clung to the fleeing visions of naked flesh. She didn’t want the pain of consciousness. Her shoulders ached, her neck burned and her pussy felt raw and sore. Something sticky was smeared across her lips. She opened her mouth. Iron and salt flowed over her tongue.

Swallow, now.” The elegant French-tinged voice was irresistible. She obeyed, only to have another gout of the thick liquid dripped into her mouth. Wearily, she opened her eyes.

Etienne sat beside her, wearing a grim expression. He held his hand close to her face. Crimson fluid dribbled from a two-inch gash across his wrist, a shocking contrast to his inky skin. “Drink, Madeleine. It will restore your strength.”

The bright droplets called to her, but she was too weak to raise her head.

Here.” He pressed his oozing flesh to her lips. She lapped at the blood, then fastened her mouth on the wound and sucked. The flavor grew on her, became complex and nuanced. She tasted cinnamon and pepper, almonds and ripe plums. The scent of roses filled her nostrils, making her head swim. She closed her eyes in bliss and increased her suction, each swallow making her want more.

That is enough.” Etienne removed his wrist. “That should be sufficient to restore you.”

Just another few drops,” Maddy pleaded. Her myriad pains had vanished. She felt alert and invigorated. She heard the bleak call of an owl outside the shack and the groan of branches in the wind. She smelled the charred coals on the grate, rotting wood, and her own sweat. She searched Etienne’s somber face, trying to read his thoughts. “Please?”

No. It would be too dangerous.”

Maddy wriggled lasciviously on the damp sheets. She fondled her breasts, which were outrageously sensitive, and parted her sticky thighs.

Etienne’s brows knitted together in a scowl. “I said no, and I mean no. Do not try to tempt me again, girl. I have done enough damage already.”

His obvious misery slightly dampened her blood-lust. She took his hand in both her own, noting in passing how her wrists were chafed from his belt. “It’s all right. You only took what I offered. It was not your fault. You’re not responsible.”

Of course I am responsible!” He tore his hand from her grasp. Rising like a black colossus, he hovered over her. Maddy had the fleeting notion that he wanted to strangle her. Instead, he paced back and forth, oblivious to the splintered floorboards under his bare feet.

You are a fool. A child. You do not understand who or what I am, not even now, after I came close to drinking you dry. All you can see is my glamor, my cursed beauty that makes every mortal desire me.”

 

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