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A Soldier’s Woman by Amy Gallow
http://www.eternalpress.ca/asoldierswoman.html
Contemporary Romance, 182 Pages
Heat Rating: 2 Flames
Price: $6.95
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Diana Rubino
Copyedited by Valerie J. Coffey
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-33-3
Print: 978-1-926704-41-8
Blurb:
It would take a very special soldier to overcome Megan Ryan’s distrust of all things military. A fallen officer’s daughter, she has become right-hand woman a Davidson’s Machine and Tool, a family business in deep financial trouble. With the changing of the guard, Michael Davidson becomes its only hope. He is a career soldier, a sergeant in the elite SAS, living dangerously, always at the spear point.
They must join forces in a desperate battle to save the company, carrying them to Singapore, and the all-powerful Lim family.. It is there that Megan learns just how much is at stake.
Will Michael return to his beloved SAS when their mission is complete?
For Megan there are only two impossible choices—become a soldier’s woman or lose Michael forever.
Excerpt:
Relief made Megan throw her arms around Michael and hug him fiercely. How this became a kiss, she never really understood, but it did ... and the world really did stand still.
Nothing existed for Megan but the contact between their bodies, the pressure of his lips on hers, the male tang of his perspiration in her nostrils, the hardening of his arousal as it thrust itself against the soft flesh above the junction of her thighs, and his hands caressing her body. She felt her nipples stir and bud against the pressure of his chest and her fingers dug into his flesh through the thin material of his tropical-weight business shirt.
Then it was over ... and Michael stepped back from her, his face expressing clearly his struggle to regain self-control. “That shouldn’t have happened,” he said unsteadily.
“No.” Megan agreed uncertainly, shaken by the intensity of her need for him.
“As you quite rightly said, it has been a long day,” Michael explained, as much to himself as to Megan. “Nor is it over yet. We need to freshen up before we go into the meeting with Lim Yip Sing.”
“Yes.” Megan agreed, making no move towards her own room, the lusty young woman in the back of her mind a willing ally in urging a more decisive response.
A tiny movement towards Michael was all it took. Their bodies came together in an embrace intense enough to drive every other thought from Megan’s mind as her body reacted joyously.
An eternity of physical sensations followed. The play of their tongues, the movement of his all too knowing hands on her body as he exploited the sensitivity he’d discovered the other night in the Hard Rock Café. Her own body reacted hungrily to the nearness of him, creating a sensual riot threatening her consciousness and blocking her knowledge of their surroundings. She felt a small shock when Michael shifted within her embrace and lifted her so that she lay cradled in his arms. It broke their kiss, but Megan buried her face against the side of his neck, panting as if she’d run a mile, tasting the salt of his perspiration on her lips as he carried her to his door. A small fumble with the key, then they were cocooned in privacy and he lowered her feet to the floor beside the inviting expanse of his queen-size bed.
*****
Cloths of Heaven by Tessa Buxton
http://www.eternalpress.ca/clothsofheaven.html
Gay, M/M Fantasy Romance, 191 Pages
Heat Rating: 3 Flames
Price: $6.95
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Foery K. MacDonell
Copyedited by Gerald L. “Moss” Bliss, D.D.
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-34-0
Print: 978-1-926704-42-5
Medium level violence
Gay Adult themes
Sex scenes
Blurb:
One for Sorrow
and two for Mirth
Three for a death
And four for a birth
Five for Silver
yet six for Gold
Seven for a heart that's lost to the cold.
Eight is for Heaven
and Nine is for Hell
but Ten for a secret you never can tell.
In Inabayama there was a legend of the piskie, a small maiden who emerged from the sea, or was found in the quiet places among the mountains. She would sit on rocks and brush her hair, or sometimes she would sing. To see one was considered both a great honour and a great tragedy for sorrow would often follow in their wake. The children of the kingdom would skip to the rhythm of a counting game created by the ancients when the Piskies walked more freely through the kingdom.
Ronan Amara was to see two in his lifetime.
Excerpt:
Inabayama was slowly creeping away from him. Ronan was leaving everything he knew behind—his parents, his home, his sister. He was taking her husband, her duty, her life. Veren had come with them as a court representative with Max, his guardian, but he was still very young and Max had already put him to bed. Felan had spent the best part of the journey flirting with Max It just seemed to vex her. She didn't react other than gritting her teeth a little tighter. He wasn't even sure that Felan noticed, but everyone else on the ship did.
"Cheer up, kiddo." Felan said. "It's a brave new world out there and it's not so bad to leave home." He spread his arm to show the open expanse of sea in the direction of Eressea. "The weather's nicer for one."
"Hn," Ronan vocalised, wanting to acknowledge him but not sure what to say. Ronan had the impression that if he did speak, he'd burst out crying. He didn't want to leave Inabayama. He didn't want to leave the towers or the beach or his home. He didn't want to leave his parents to marry a man he knew nothing about. He didn't want to live his sister's life for her. He wanted her to live her own life and to live his life in her shadow. Mieran was the brave one. Mieran was first born. She was the first one to speak. She was the heir, not him. She would have known what to do.
But Mieran was sick, possibly dying and there was nothing that Ronan could do, so instead he was taking her place.
*****
Chosen by Angela Daniels
http://www.eternalpress.ca/chosen.html
Paranormal, 7,400 Words
Heat Rating: 3 Flames
Price: $3.50
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Deborah Nemeth
Copyedited by Valerie J. Coffey
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-35-7
Print: 978-1-926704-43-2
Blurb:
After vampire Lukoran first tastes Shauna, he induces an obsessive desire in her to be tasted again. To again feel that exquisitely pleasurable pain. Like an addict, she will crave it until it consumes her and she loses her freedom. Maybe even her life.
Although she's felt the touch of many other vampires, no one can satisfy her never-ending craving as only the giver of the first bite can. That’s why she’s tracked down Lukoran tonight. She’ll rid herself of his hold over her—even if she has to kill him.
Excerpt:
Shauna ignored the shapes for the moment and let the music pound into her bones. When her body started to move in a dance, the percussion of the music directed it. It was a hard, violent dance, just the way she liked it. Her head jerked, unhampered by her short spiked blond hair, as her stomping combat-boot-clad feet kept a different rhythm.
Next to her, Kia appeared to be in trance though she only swayed slightly, swinging her long brown curls in a hypnotic rhythm. The calm in the storm. Her light dress billowed this way and that from the chaotic movement around her, showing glimpses of smooth mocha skin.
Shauna absorbed the chaotic dances of those around her, feeling their dances in her body one at a time. This one sensual and serpentine, that one angry and convulsive. She opened to the energy of each and knew they opened to her in turn. This ability to project one’s senses was a gift from their hosts, from the Brethren gazing at them from the sidelines. She opened herself up to feel them now, hoping to tempt one to taste her. The possibility of ecstasy, the promise of pain.
Shauna felt a tingling along the surface of her skin, just on her arms at first, but quickly spreading. Oh, yes! The first signs of a tasting! The Brethren’s touch began to solidify and Shauna felt a joyous thrill as she thought she recognized the touch of Lukoran.
*****
Hard Winter by Neil Davies
http://www.eternalpress.ca/hardwinter.html
Science Fiction, Horror, 13,400 Words
Heat Rating: Sweet
Price: $3.95
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawne’ Dominique
Edited by Pam Slade
Copyedited by Adrienne Morris
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-36-4
Print: 978-1-926704-44-9
Blurb:
The winter of twenty-one eighteen was a hard one. A new ice age approached and the movement of the glacier over Scotland, while slow, was constant and unstoppable. Norman and Chrissie Leonard believed they were safe for a while longer, in the almost deserted Liverpool town centre, but then Norman heard The Roar and discovered that man wasn’t the only creature forced from its home by the ice.
Excerpt:
The morning of the eighteenth was the first time I heard The Roar. That’s how I think of it, capitalized. It was distant, barely heard above the daily blizzard that was building around me, lifting the snow from the ground, stinging my face. But even then it turned something in my stomach. I told myself it was nothing, just the wind finding a gap to squeeze through, falling ice from the edge of the not so distant glacier. But somehow I knew it was something more. Something wrong. Something dangerous.
For a short while I stood there, straining to hear through the growing howl of the wind, the hiss of the snow building into higher and higher drifts against the nearby buildings, the dull rumble of the heavy water in the river. I didn’t hear it again.
Telling myself it was nothing, just the over-active imagination of a middle-aged man who’d lived too long, with sharp fear and dull resignation. I dragged myself back up Water Street, where there was no longer any distinction between pavement and road. Not that it mattered. The only cars left were those abandoned and frozen beneath mounds of snow.
I was startled by the clumsy exit of an addict from the Liver Building opposite, slipping on snow packed into ice by hundreds of his fellow users. Watching nervously, edging into the deep doorway of the Cunard Building, I waited until he rounded the corner and was out of sight. They frightened me back then. But not now. Not any more. There are much worse things in this world than someone high on drugs.
*****
Picture This by Cate Masters
http://www.eternalpress.ca/picturethis.html
Women’s Literature, 30,700 Words
Heat Rating: 2 Flames
Price: $5.95
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Ellen Tevault
Copyedited by Valerie J. Coffey
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-37-1
Print: 978-1-926704-45-6
Blurb:
Harrisburg News reporter Sydney Welles writes award-winning, attention-getting news stories. Her career’s on track, but she’d like a little more attention in her personal life. A year ago, she shared a great kiss with Philadelphia Daily News photographer Ben Taylor. Since then, nothing but a string of one-hit wonders. Suddenly, Ben’s back in her life – well, in her newsroom, anyway – but he acts as if he’s meeting her for the first time. Their story assignments throw them into uncomfortably close quarters, but Claudia, her editor, reminds Sydney she’s a consummate professional. She can handle it. Sydney’s not so certain when she and Ben go undercover to expose the mayor for shady dealings and he kisses her again. To keep their cover, he says. The mayor resigns amid shame, and Sydney’s the toast of the town. Two other reporters take an interest in more than her journalistic talents, but Sydney can’t help picturing herself back in Ben’s arms.
Excerpt:
Claudia took off her reading glasses, always a precursor to a delicate conversation. Never a good sign. “Do you remember Ben Taylor?”
Sydney released the breath she held. “Is that a trick question? We only have a conversation about him once a week or so.”
She hadn’t seen him in almost a year, a night that began with excitement and promise, continued blissfully for hours, and ended like a train wreck, with Ben dragged from the wreckage by another woman. Possibly his fiancé. Sydney could never quite learn the true story, but that fateful night stood out in her memory as a marker. The beginning of the end. After that, all her dates ended on a sour note. Ben Taylor had opened the flood gates of Bad Date Hell. From those gates streamed a neverending lineup of ill-suited matches, men who she should never have wasted her time on, but who each looked so tempting, she couldn’t resist trying. That was the thing about Hell, though, wasn’t it? People ended up there because the sin always seemed like a good idea at the time.
Claudia pursed her lips. “Yes, I know. The thing is… how do I put this?”
Sydney tensed. Claudia wasn’t one to dance around a topic. Her style was more blunt – the resulting blunt force trauma notwithstanding. Something must be wrong. Terribly wrong.
She blanched. “Is he… “ Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t finish. Ben must be dead. Why else would her editor – her friend, her confidant, her mentor – be looking at her with such pity?
“He’s here.” Claudia watched her as if ready to catch her woozy body.
Those two short words snapped Sydney to attention. “Here?”
*****
Frenzy by Carole Johnstone
http://www.eternalpress.ca/frenzy.html
Horror/ Dark Fiction, 28,000 Words
Heat Rating: 3 Flames
Price: $4.50
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Stephanie Parent
Copyedited by Michelle Ganter
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-38-8
Print: 978-1-926704-46-3
Blurb:
Eight men wake up to find themselves on a life raft in the middle of an ocean. They are stranded and alone, with no memory of how they got there, and no idea if help is coming. But they are not completely alone. As hours become days, as water rations dwindle and tempers fray, there stirs a threat more deadly than either sharks or each other.There is a shadow in the abyss beneath their feet. Watching. Waiting. Stalking eight men lost and adrift above the deepest trench in the world…
Excerpt:
It took too many attempts to grab hold of the sinking pack. And he looked too far down into what was beneath it. There were fish: hundreds of them. Thousands of them. And where the depths grew too dark, there was only the vertiginous threat of the unknown. He couldn’t see the bottom. What might have been worse was that he had expected to.
And then suddenly there was something else: some terrible tremble in his mind. A black plain that moved across it—through it. Beside him. A keening scream that wormed loose of its restraints, opening his throat to the viscous dark even as it propelled him upwards. Back toward the sun-dappled surface.
He broke through with a gargled cry that swiftly became a hacking cough. The safety pack dragging hard at his aching arm, he saw thrashing bodies and the black underbelly of the raft. While some pulled and pushed at it, most flailed in shouted panic. He saw one of them dive down and surface perhaps as many as a dozen times. Only when the raft righted itself with an almighty slap did he recognise the diver as Donnie, his shaven head swallowed by the raft’s belly before he was able to swim backwards out of its reach.
Pete struggled back to the raft in an ungainly crawl, hauling pack and lifejacket behind, trying to forget what his mind had seen. Trying to forget the sucking black that had tried to split it apart. He managed to clamber back into his pocket on the third attempt. By then, he had already forgotten. The worst of it, at least, and that was all that mattered.
*****
Surprise Party by Lisette Kristensen
http://www.eternalpress.ca/surpriseparty.html
, 6470 Words
Heat Rating: 5 Flames
Price $3.50
Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique
Edited by Pam Slade
Copyedited by Betty Ann Harris
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-39-5
Print: 978-1-926704-47-0
Blurb:
He changed her life, took control of her and made her the way he wanted her, and then left her. Jocelyn withdrew from her social life, and lost faith in herself. Beth, her best friend, convinced her to attend a surprise party. Unlike any surprise party she’d ever attended, Jocelyn’s senses were thrust into the world of BDSM. The pleasure and pain from this experience, reawakened Jocelyn’s sexuality and desire to live in a world of depravity.
Excerpt:
Jocelyn hadn’t thought of the past in a long time. She looked over at Beth driving. “That was a different time and place. I am not that woman anymore.”
Beth howled with laughter. “Yes you are, Jocelyn. You let Devin change you. He was a controlling jerk, and he tapped into your insecurities and pushed the real woman out.”
She heard what Beth was saying, didn’t like it, but maybe she was right. Devin had controlled her and dominated everything she did and felt. Her anger grew as she thought about what he’d done to her, how he’d squashed her vibrancy and spirit.
“Beth, you may be right about Devin. But I’m not sure I could find that place anymore, it’s been so long.”
“I hear you sweetie, but just try to let that hot woman back out. Remember down in Mexico with those three guys we met? Holy moly, the things you and I did that weekend.”
She smiled as she looked out the window, not wanting Beth to see her. Yes, that was some weekend, she squirmed a bit in her seat. She looked at Beth, “I’m still not sure if I can be that type of woman again.”
“It’s there, Jocelyn, let it come back to you naturally. You’ll find that mojo again. Then you can dress like me.” Beth giggled.
Jocelyn noticed the changing cityscape terrain morphed into more of a countryside environment. She couldn’t figure out what she was feeling anymore. Was it dread or excitement?
Silence loomed the rest of the drive to the party. Beth drove over the gravel road that led to a huge old house. Jocelyn came out of her stupor to see a surrealistic mansion before her. She slid a glance toward Beth. “What kind of surprise party is this?”
Beth laughed out loud. “Relax would you, remember what we talked about? Fun, remember?”
*****
Above The Clouds by Michael Kozlowski
http://www.eternalpress.ca/abovetheclouds.html
Contemporary Literary/Horror, 8150 Words
Heat Rating: 1 Flame
Price: $3.50
Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey
Edited by Gaye Walton
Copyedited by Betty Ann Harris
Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson
eBook: 978-1-926704-40-1
Print: 978-1-926704-48-7
Blurb:
The tragedy has left a scar that will never heal. The pain is so great the man can find no relief. Can he discover a way to move on with his life; a way to bury the nightmare? Or will the nightmare bury him? Life and clouds have two sides, one dark and overflowing with anguish, the other sunlit and brilliant. Where will he come to rest?
Excerpt:
Maybe, the good doctor is on to something, and I will work this all out in my head if only I work through it using my trusty Toshiba. Maybe I can find some reason behind it all, maybe some reasoning if only I replay the whole thing for the millionth time but this time I punch it all into this stupid keyboard.
This is the first time I have tried to string words together in some semblance of a coherent thought, since the time I now think of as the end of my normal life. And, honestly, I find it incredibly laborious and difficult. There is no joy in it. There is no excitement. There is only pain that I can feel rushing through my body, seeming to begin in my mind and run through my hands into the keyboard of my once beloved laptop. I use to feel such a charge as the stories took shape in my mind and on the simulated page of the computer screen. The excitement that I felt as the story came to life was the greatest feeling I ever had. I don’t know if other authors know how their stories will end when they begin them, but I rarely have even a clue. I am as surprised at the twists and turns that turn up in my stories as I am when I read someone else’s work.
I look at this computer now with loathing. It was here that those first stories came to life and so here was the birth of my nightmare. I know how this story will end. I know how each moment will flow into the next. I hate it.
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