This babe’s got to be mine … #ParanormalRomance #EroticRomance #NewRelease

Blurb

A witch who’s ditched sorcery…a down-on-his-luck vampire…
and one fateful encounter between them that could be pure magic.

Bored with getting whatever she wants whenever she wants it, Wren’s now earning things the mortal way — through hard work… specifically erotic dancing.

As a newly turned vampire, Roman dreads eternity until he chances upon Wren at a Las Vegas strip club during her nightly show.

Desire sparks. Lips meet.

Trouble brews from the vamp who turned Roman, and also from the vile warlock who’s determined to make Wren his…forcing her and Roman to battle dark magic and blood lust to turn a disturbing future into their shared paradise.

As they embark on their Vampire Quest.

AMAZON: https://tinyurl.com/mw84kawx

Excerpt

She raises her face.

I still. The surroundings grow quiet. Colors dim. Only she exists.

Her delicate features seem too ethereal for a witch, better suited for a fae. Her plush lips contradict the notion. They’re made for pleasure.

Something stirs within me. If I were still alive, I’d wager my heart is quickening.

Her gaze remains down.

That won’t do. Look at me.

See me.

Or not.

Giving into my basest vampire urges isn’t wise. And won’t do her any good, either. However, I can’t stop trembling at her presence, scent, and blood.

With one sniff, I can tell anyone’s blood type. How, I don’t know. I’m new at this vampire stuff.

The stripper’s AB positive, the same as me. Nice, except it’s the only blood capable of satisfying my oppressive hunger. Again, I haven’t a clue why I know that, but not even O, the universal donor, can do the trick. A and B have no effect on me either, similar to booze. They’re wasted plasma.

“Hey, babe!” A tiger shifter rushes the stage.

She glances up.

I stare.

Sooty lashes ring her dark-green eyes. The vibrant color complements her creamy complexion. A small mole decorates her right cheek.

Babes like her populated my teenage wet dreams. Being a man now has only stoked my enthusiasm for…

She scans the crowd, her gaze nearing me.

I tense, hoping she won’t look past.

She does.

I droop.

She pauses then glances back and meet my eyes.

Holy… A current similar to an electric shock tears through me. An exceedingly pleasant feeling that warms my insides and curls my toes. I’m not sure if she did something magic to produce what I’m experiencing, or if my feelings are from her natural allure. Either way, it doesn’t matter. I’m so ready for more.

This babe’s gotta be mine—heart, body, and…blood—no matter what it takes.

My vampire side refuses to settle for anything less.

Trailer: https://youtube.com/shorts/mWyD9PgGwtA?feature=share

About the Author

Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

MeWe: https://mewe.com/i/tinadonahue

Bluesky: @tinadonauthor.bsky.social

Website/Blog: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/

Newsletter: https://tinadonahuebooks.blogspot.com/p/newsletter.html

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/tina-donahue

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/146988.Tina_Donahue

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/tinadonahue

Amazon author page: https://amzn.to/1ChWFkO

Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/AuthorTinaDonahue 

Valentine’s Day Polyamory – only 99 cents! – #MFRWHooks #EroticRomance #ValentinesDay

I’m sure that every romance reader knows that Valentine’s Day is this weekend, but it kind of snuck up on me. Now I’m hustling to celebrate. Knowing how everyone likes to save money, I decided to put my sexy Valentine’s themed short on sale for a couple of weeks. Just for fun...

Vegas Babes Book 4 will be available for only 99 cents from today until the 21^st of February at all outlets. Don’t wait to grab yourself a copy.

Blurb

Jake and Fran and Ted and Annie celebrate Valentine’s Day—Vegas style!

When Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife, they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke. There’s only one way to find out.

The Hook

“Fran told me you’ve got a new job,” Jake said, strolling over to the glass doors and gazed out at the glittering Strip. “This apartment’s pretty fancy, too. Great view!”

“Life’s been good to us lately,” Annie said. “Anyway, we’re really delighted you could join us. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable.” She glanced around. “Don’t you have any luggage?”

“The airline lost it,” Francesca replied with a pout. “How they managed that, on a non-stop flight, I have no idea. They think it’ll show up tomorrow.”

“Well, never mind. We’re about the same size. You can borrow my clothes,” said Annie. And if things go the way I hope this weekend, you won’t need much in the way of clothing. Across the room, she caught Ted’s eye. He still looked nervous. Relax, love, she broadcast, blowing him a kiss. Relax and enjoy.

She turned her attention back to her guests. “Let’s sit on the balcony. Then you can really appreciate the view.”

Fran and Jake followed her through the sliding door. Ted brought up the rear. The condo faced east, away from the noise of Interstate 15. Now that the sun had set, the dry air was pleasantly cool. A light breeze off the desert stirred Annie’s curls.

The lights seemed much brighter and closer when they were outside. Franny hung on the rail, surveying the sparkling panorama. “Wow! There’s Caesar’s Palace! And Bellagio… And Jake, look, there’s the Desert Breeze!”

“Famous as the venue for the fashionable Torelli-Williams wedding,” commented Jake, slipping his arm around his wife’s waist.

“Can’t see the Holiday House, though,” countered Fran, leaning towards him for a quick kiss. “Site of the notorious O’Reilly-Thomas nuptials.”

Buy Links

Only 99 cents for the next two weeks!

Kinky Literature – https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/4089-valentines-visit-fourway-friend-swap--vegas-babes-book-4/

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NLBXZK5

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07NLBXZK5

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/922797

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130554745?ean=2940155973508

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/th/en/ebook/valentine-s-visit-four-way-friend-swap-vegas-babes-book-4

Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43969420-valentine-s-visit

Please do visit the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks hop!

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She didn’t believe in lunar prisons (The Induction of Satine by JL Peridot) – #SciFi #Erotica #FreeBook

Blurb

Satine didn’t believe in lunar prisons. That is, until she got shipped out to the one on her planet’s outermost moon. There, she’s assigned to Warden Jet, a fine specimen on the facility payroll—highborn, broad shouldered, fit as hell, and intent on ‘rehabilitating’ his new charge.

Excerpt

“Do you know where you are, Inmate Luna?” he asked.

 

“Inmate …”

 

“You’re on Bellerophon,” he continued. “Do you know where that is?”

 

A black hole opened up in my chest. I knew Bellerophon, our planet’s outermost moon. Hidden behind a larger, closer satellite, it was so rarely observed that people were starting to doubt it existed. But I remembered what I learned in school. Bellerophon was over four hundred thousand miles from home.

 

And here I was, all alone, shackled to a metal desk. No one knew I’d even left the city. Not my parents. Not my friends. Not even the mistress of the Night Foxes. Not that I could call on her anyway. She made that clear on many occasions.

 

I untangled my knotted fingers. “When it’s just the two of us, maybe you could call me Satine?”

 

“Not to worry,” he chuckled. “The titles are just a formality. Between the two of us, we can call you whatever we like. We’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

 

“We … we will?”

 

“Why, yes, didn’t Warden Genevieve explain it to you on the way up?”

 

“Explain … what?”

 

“We’ll start you off on a twelve week disciplinary sentence—”

 

“Twelve weeks?!”

 

He smiled and kept explaining. Something about direct engagement, regular reviews, processes, journeys. But it all blurred and faded as I plunged into the warmth of his voice. The drugs dulled my fear but heightened my senses. While he spoke, I followed the line of his jaw, watched his perfectly shaped lips move, wondered what they would feel like on my neck, in the fold of my elbows, in the creases of my thighs.

 

“Satine?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“I need you to confirm your acknowledgement with a thumbprint. Just here, please.”

 

It was time to find me new clothes. Warden Jet ushered me into an empty change room and shut the door behind us. It beeped as it locked, then displayed a scan of my body with measurements and sizing details. I was still fully dressed in the clothes I came up with, yet this place could tell so much about me.

 

In dismay, I watched a dispenser at the end of a small locker spit out a black uniform. It was made of sheer fabric and folded in a perfect square.

 

“What about the clothes I’m wearing now?”

 

“For safety and hygiene reasons, they’ll be sent to a deprinter, the organic materials used for biofuel and the synthetic fibres recycled. I’m sorry, you cannot keep anything you brought with you.”

 

I clutched the square in my arms, waiting for him to go. But he made no move to leave.

 

“It’s policy that I watch you disrobe,” he informed me, adding, “with your consent, of course.”

 

For a limited time, The Induction of Satine is available with JL’s newsletter.
 

Get it here.

 

About JL Peridot

 

JL Peridot writes love letters to the future on devices from the past. She's a qualified computer scientist, former website maker, amateur horticulturist, and sometimes illustrator. But most of the time, she's an author of romantic science fiction. She lives with her partner and fur-family in Boorloo (Perth, Australia) on Whadjuk Noongar country.

Visit her website at jlperidot.com for the full catalogue of her work.

 

Celebrating (?) Snow – #Blizzard #EroticRomance #MFRWHooks

Welcome to this week’s MFRW Book Hooks blog hop!

I live in the tropics – it’s in the 80’s (Farenheit) here – but for the last week I’ve been reading all the news about record snow falls and icy temperatures plaguing much of the U.S. So I thought I’d post a snow-themed excerpt for my Hook, from my bisexual holiday romance Once Upon a Blizzard.

Can you tell that I grew up in snowy New England?

Blurb

No electricity. No water. Plenty of heat.

Suzanne and Gino have a history going back to high school, but for more than a decade the workaholic CEO has been thousands of miles from her New England home town.

A mistletoe kiss at a Christmas party rekindles the old spark and Suzanne finds some things do indeed get better with age. When Gino rescues her from a blizzard, though, she discovers that she's not the only love in his life. Gino shares his bed and his colonial-era farm house with taciturn painter Harris Steele.

Snowed in with two lusty men who truly seem to care, she wonders why she’s so determined to return to her lonely West Coast life. Is there really a chance for a holiday happy ending?

The Hook

The car crawled along. Suzanne swallowed her impatience and pushed her worry away. She could do this. Fifty feet ahead, a streetlight illumined the intersection with Amherst Road, the main route into town. More traffic would likely mean a clearer surface. Once she reached the larger road, she could probably make better progress.

All at once she lost traction. There was a sickening disconnect between the wheels and the road. She struggled for control as the car swerved to the left. Don’t brake, she remembered. Steer into the skid. The technique didn’t seem to help. A wall of white loomed in front of her, an instant before the sedan plunged into the snow bank.

Her head snapped forward with the impact. Black spots danced in front of her eyes. The seat belt bit into her chest, even through her bulky coat. The engine revved as the wheels spun, then died.

Suzanne’s brief vertigo faded. She was still shaky, but other than some bruises she figured that she wasn’t hurt. The car was another matter. Football-sized clods of packed snow lay piled on the hood, blocking the windshield. She turned the key in the ignition. The grating screech of metal on metal raised goose bumps. She didn’t remember hearing a crunch but maybe she had smashed into a tree and damaged the engine.

She’d have to walk back to Helena’s for help. A half mile? A mile? Suzanne didn’t recall seeing any other houses along the rural lane. Maybe it would be better to head for the intersection and try to flag a passing vehicle.

She turned the door handle and pushed. Nothing happened. The side window was frosted with her breath. When she cleared it with her sleeve, she could see out into the snow-starred darkness, so she wasn’t completely buried. Still, the door wouldn’t budge.

Damn, damn, damn. What was she going to do? She shivered inside her down parka. Her feet were already blocks of ice. Someone would come along eventually, but Helena’s parties tended to run late. Would a semi-drunken party-goer even notice her car, smothered in the fast-falling snow?

She flicked the switch on the dome light, hoping it might make her predicament more visible to passers-by. In the weak glow, Suzanne saw that the back window was already obscured. She was trapped, cocooned in metal, wrapped in a chilly blanket of blinding white.

Don’t panic, she told herself. You just have to wait. Slipping off her shoes, she tucked her feet under her butt to keep them warm. She dug her hands into her pockets; her leather gloves were more fashionable then practical.

Her eyelids drooped. Suzanne fought against the grogginess, recalling that it was dangerous to sleep under these circumstances. It felt so good to relax, though, to let go. The chills wracking her body faded away. She drifted back to that sultry kiss under the mistletoe, Gino’s body warm and welcoming as a summer day…

A knocking close to her ear brought her back to consciousness. “Suzanne! Wake up, Suzanne!” The familiar voice was muffled, as though coming from far away. She forced her eyes to open.

Gino’s pale, worried face peered in the driver side window. “Gino!” she cried. “The door’s stuck. I can’t get out.”

“Wait a sec. I’ve got a shovel in the truck.”

Her shivers returned. Her teeth chattered like old bones. It seemed like hours before she heard the scrape of his shovel against the hull of the car.

It didn’t take him long to clear the snow away. He yanked at the door hard enough to make the whole car rock, but it wouldn’t open. “I think the lock’s frozen,” he yelled. “Try it from your side.”

Turning the latch, she pushed with all her strength as Gino pulled. “Harder!” he urged. “I felt it move a bit.” She threw the weight of her body against the stubborn panel. All at once the resistance gave way. Suzanne tumbled out of the car, into the snow at Gino’s feet.

She didn’t have time to feel the cold seeping into her. Her rescuer crouched and swept her into his strong arms. “Are you all right?” he asked, lifting her as though she weighed no more than one of the snowflakes tumbling around them. Without waiting for an answer, he carried her to his truck.

Suzanne snuggled against his jacket. Even through the layers of fabric and insulation, she felt his heat. “I’m fine,” she murmured, exhausted and a bit giddy. “Perfectly fine.”

 

Find the buy links on my website: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/onceuponablizzardbook.html

Be sure to visit the other authors participating in today’s Book Hooks!

Passion, commitment and struggle across the centuries – #Historical #ActionAdventure #Giveaway

Blurb

Across centuries—power and peril—one fire endures.

Two eras. One relentless quest for truth amid desires and temptation. Across the centuries, two men are bound by parallel destinies that echo through time. Book 3 of this dual-time odyssey delves deep into the passions and struggles that connect their worlds.

In 2022 Hong Kong, Jason Guan, after losing his job as an assistant supervisor for wetland conservation, joins his uncle’s real-estate business. A chance meeting with his high school classmate, Vivian Jiang, draws him into a web of secrecy, seduction, and moral compromise. Amid the chaos, he and his wife, Debra, read an unpublished manuscript by her father, a celebrated writer, about the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom (1851–1864) and a man’s futile pursuit of justice and peace on earth.

In nineteenth-century China, Zhang Xin, an orphan saved from the streets by Missionary Issachar Jacox Roberts, is swept into the fiery rebellion of the Taiping movement. Torn between the dream of a just kingdom, his forbidden love for Miao Lan, and his loyalty to his ruthless brother, Xin reckons with doubt, conscience, and the cost of faith.

When greed and exploitation eclipse justice, both men must navigate their respective perils. Will they prevail or be consumed?

At once a political thriller and a historical epic, this novel tracks the embers that survive every age.

Excerpt

Heavy footsteps rustled in the thicket. Four Qing soldiers appeared. Their gazes fixed on Miao Lan.

“Ho!” The tallest bared yellow teeth. “What fine catch do we spy? A rebel and his pretty whore. Lay down those herbs, girl. Come oblige your betters!”

Xin sprang to his feet. “This lady is no one’s spoil. Go your way.”

A silent glance passed between him and Lan. He widened his stance. Miao Lan set the basket down and crouched to pick up a thick fallen branch.

The rogue jeered. “Move aside or die where you stand. Today, we take what’s owed to us.”

Lan snapped the stick in two, passing half to Xin. They fell in step, backs pressed together. She whispered, “Aim the jagged end toward their acupoints.”

In Xin’s peripheral vision, a stout foe lunged at Lan. She raised her stick and stabbed the man’s wrist. He howled, dropping his sword. Using her momentum, she spun and crushed her elbow into his jaw.

A soldier charged Xin. He ducked and followed the footwork from Master Miao’s demonstrations. The tip of his branch struck the attacker’s ankle. The man collapsed.

Two more assailants rushed toward them together. One slashed at Xin with a dagger, while the other seized Lan’s sleeve.

She targeted the man’s shoulder acupoint with her branch and numbed his grip before flipping him overhead into the reeds.

About the Author

From a young age, I cultivated a profound love of reading and writing. I would spend hours at the library, devouring every book on a single shelf before moving on to the next. It seems I have a longing that can’t be satisfied by reality. Immersing myself in literature allows me to escape into worlds where I could become someone graceful, witty, and popular.

Currently, I work for a small biotech company and have published 120+ scientific books and papers. As a latecomer to the world of creative writing, I’ve released several books under different pen names. R. F. Whong is the pen name used for publishing fiction titles, whereas Ruth Wuwong is the chosen name for non-fiction books. I’m delighted to share that I’ve been named a Featured Author by the Minnesota Anoka County Library in 2025 and by the Suffolk Virginia Authors Festival in 2026. One of my books, Echoes over Stormy Sea, won a few awards, including being chosen by readers as a winner in the 2025 HOLT Medallion Contest.

I’m married to my wonderful husband, a retired pastor who encourages me to pursue my dreams. We served together at three different churches from 1987 to 2020. Our adult son works in a nearby city.

Social Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/love.respect.grace

(https://www.amazon.com/stores/R-F-Whong/author/B0B3TXBKWP)

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/42632055.R_F_Whong

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/r-f-whong

Twitter/X: https://twitter.com/RWuwong

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Website: https://ruthforchrist.com/blog-free-gifts-books/

Tiktok: @rfwhong

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@ruthwuwong6618

 

Titles by RF Whong

Blazing China (family saga): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CD9P49HW

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CD983BKY

Detour to Agape (contemporary romance): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CD9P29GJ

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CD91MPYFY

The Way We Forgive (women’s fiction): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BQ5LNLNB

(audio: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CY3PJBDV) Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BQ4WDNCP

Prestige of Hearts (contemporary romance): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CV4FL3CH

(Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CV4ZMP5R

Center of Enigma (Paradise PA Mystery Book 1; mystery/suspense/thriller): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D9R2M134

(Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D98S2Y1C)

Essence of Illusion (Paradise PA Mystery Book 2; mystery/suspense/thriller): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DFVPKW3N

(audio: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DG3T7Y51)

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DFW7J1HX

Allure of Elegance (Paradise PA Mystery Book 3; mystery/suspense/thriller): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FCP1BV32

(audio: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CY2QBBVY )

Universal link: https://books2read.com/u/bWwxAG

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FD7P99X3

Series Page: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DFNXPSGW

Love Under Holy Skies (contemporary romance): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F362Q7T8

Audio: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CYCQHNVB

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F3CX8SKD

Echoes over Stormy Sea (Action/Adventure; Dual-time Odyssey Book 1): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DPGQ6TZP

(Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DPHTQXHC)

(Audio: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DQLS74JP)

Thunders over Idle Land (Action/Adventure; Dual-time Odyssey Book 2): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F49GFHW6

(Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4DSRHDX)

(Audio: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DBK2XZJ1 )

Fire Between Two Skies (Action/Adventure; Dual-time Odyssey Book 3): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0G2YZZ8LG

Series Page: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4LKXS2W

R. F. Whong will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. 

 

Just for fun... #Quiz #LesbianFiction #SciFi

Got a few minutes? Looking for something a bit more interesting and uplifting than doom-scrolling through this week’s crises? Why not take my Author Quiz at IHeartSapphFic?

https://iheartsapphfic.com/2026/01/28/the-lisabet-sarai-challenge/

Even if you have been reading my books for a long time, I’ll bet you will find out something new about me.

Meanwhile, here is a bit from my latest LGBTQ romance, Free Fall: Escape from Xanadu.

 

Mariel

She arrives at the cafeteria at 1245. It’s bustling. She scans the rows of tables and locates Rain in the far corner, in a less crowded area. Using her wristband, she orders a soy-cheese sandwich and reconstituted orange juice, then takes her tray over to Rain’s table. Her heart slams against her ribs as she approaches her lover.

Rain is dressed for work, in a pale, lace-trimmed lingerie that highlights her tawny skin. She’s so desirable that she steals Mariel’s breath and makes it hard to speak.

“Uh—do you mind if I sit here?” Mariel feels shy and flustered, despite their history.

Rain’s mouth quirks in the hint of a grin. “Of course not. I’m happy to have company.”

Mariel takes a chair across from Rain. She is dying to tell Rain how much she has missed her, how she dreams about holding the other woman close, how she wakes with the memory of Rain’s taste in her mouth.

Does Rain feel the same overwhelming longing? Her beautiful, exotic face gives nothing away.

 

Find all the buy links on my website: https://www.lisabetsarai.com/freefallbook.html

Birthday Bash! #Giveaway #Survey

Image by Dorothe Wouters from Pixabay

Greetings! I’m in a great mood since today is my birthday. Made it through another year! In fact I’m off at the beach relaxing right now, but I wanted to include you, my readers, in my special day.

Want to be part of my birthday bash? I am giving away a $10 bookstore gift certificate. To enter, do one of the following (or both):

• Leave a comment on this post, telling me what book of mine you would most like to read. Be sure to include your email address. Otherwise I won’t be able to contact you if you win.

• Send an email to contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com with the same information.

But wait a minute! I’ve published close to 100 titles in the 26 years I’ve been an author. How can you choose, especially since I write in so many different sub-genres?

As it happens, my website has a cool feature that lets you see all my books that fit into different categories. Just go to https://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html

Select your preference from the Genres and Categories drop-down list. The site will display the covers from all matching books; click on a cover to read the blurb and excerpt and see the buy links.

For instance, here’s what you get if you choose Paranormal. (They won’t all fit on one screen.)

Here are my Sci Fi, Speculative and Steampunk titles. 

 

Lots of my books have LGBTQ content.

 

The category list also includes different book lengths and entries for my series.

And if you really have no idea what you’re interested in – click on Surprise Me! for a random recommendation!

So – join me in celebrating another year of writing by telling me what you’d like to read. You could win a birthday present, from me.

Remember: if you leave a comment, you must include your email (obfuscated is fine).