Sunday, June 25, 2017
I’d like to welcome Stan Hampton to my blog today.
RW: Tell us about yourself, your family, where you live, etc.
SSH: Hi. Well, I’m a full-blood Choctaw from the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, I have three kids, and thirteen grandkids. At the moment, my home is Las Vegas, Nevada.
RW: How many hours a day do you spend writing?
SSH: Not enough. I write when the mood strikes me, which is not the best way to write. Sometimes I can start writing in the evening all the way to dawn, and sometimes I can start at dawn and write until dusk.
RW: Would you like to write a different genre or sub-genre than you do now?
SSH: Well, I did write a Native American steampunk story in the past couple of years. I’ve been fascinated by steampunk for a number of years, now and finally gave it a try. I would like to explore more of the Native American steampunk world.
RW: How many books have you written, how many have been published?
SSH: Truthfully, I’ve only written two novels; one (Sharing Rachel) has been published and the sequel (Prairie Muse) will be released in July 2017.
RW: After you’ve written your book and it’s been published, do you ever buy it and/or read it?
RW: Which comes first, the story, the characters, or the setting?
SSH: I think the story idea comes first, then the characters, and finally the setting.
RW: Are you in control of your characters or do they control you?
SSH: I’m pretty much in control of my characters because I write a biography of each one, and therefore I know their strengths and weaknesses, and pretty much how they will respond to different situations. On the other hand, I’m also flexible enough that if the characters seem to insist on going in a different direction, for whatever reason, I can do so.
RW: Have you experienced writer’s block? If so, how did you work through it?
SSH: Oh yeah. I pretty much focused on writing guest posts for blogs, outlined future writings, and did research for future writings. Eventually the writer’s block passed and I was able to get back to writing stories again.
RW: What can we expect from you in the future? Where do you hope to be five years from now?
SSH: More writings regarding alternative histories, especially the Middle Ages and Native American steampunk, and more military/supernatural fiction. Even a straight horror story or two. Probably a science fiction story or two.
RW: A biography has been written about you. What do you think the title would be in six words or less?
SSH: “I Am…”
RW: If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?
SSH: I’m not sure. France, England, or Ireland. I love the history of each country, as well as the Medieval architecture. I’ve visited France and England, and both offer wonderful photographic opportunities (I am also a photographer). And I enjoy the somewhat “laid back” lifestyle of France in particular.
RW: Party life or quiet dinner for two?
SSH: A quiet dinner for two. I don’t have to yell over other conversations, and it is far more rewarding to be able to focus only on your dinner companion. Besides, I think a quiet dinner is more fun.
RW: Those are all the questions I have for you. Thank you for speaking to me.
SSH: Thank you for having me. I appreciate it.
Luther Raynor is a son of one of the world’s wealthiest and politically influential families. When the Etava Virus appears, and spreads across the world, mankind’s very survival is in question. Luther uses his family’s wealth to construct a sleeper spacecraft to take the family into space, to orbit in safety around Jupiter for a thousand years in suspended animation. At the last minute, he changes the plan after calculating that upon awakening, survival supplies for one would last far longer than for two dozen or more people. He flees into space alone except for the Mobile Artificial Intelligence Image—May, responsible for operation of the spacecraft. But, Luther has no idea what awaits him out there.
SS Hampton, Sr. is a full-blood Choctaw of the Choctaw Nation of Oklahoma, a divorced grandfather of thirteen grandchildren, and a veteran of Operations Noble Eagle (2004-2006) and Iraqi Freedom (2006-2007). He continues to serve in the Army National Guard, where he holds the rank of staff sergeant. He is a published photographer and photojournalist, an aspiring painter, and is studying for a degree in anthropology.
His writings have appeared as stand-alone stories and in anthologies from MUSA Publishing, Melange Books, Ravenous Romance, Dark Opus Press Horror Bound Magazine, Ruthie’s Club, Lucrezia Magazine, The Harrow, and River Walk Journal, among others. He also has stories in anthologies from Edge SF & Fantasy, and Ravenous Romance. At one time, he was a homeless Iraq war veteran in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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Sunday, June 18, 2017
Suzy Shearer @SuzyShearer Author of Elephants and Ever-Afters #BDSM, #EroticRomance, #PlusSizedHeroine
For plus-sized Laura, 55, sex means she’s in charge, she just needs to find a man who’ll accept that.
When she meets the sexy-looking Tobias Duncan she thinks he’s a bull elephant charging everywhere but all the same he strikes a chord deep inside her.
It’s like a clash of wills when Tobias Duncan, 57, meets Laura Keell, 55 but neither can forget the impact each had on the other. To Laura, Tobias is just like a charging bull elephant, but he still presses every button. For Tobias, Laura is everything he’s ever dreamed of.
Tobias tries everything he can to find out where Laura lives, he just can’t forget this beautiful plus-sized woman. Both try to forget, but when a chance meeting with a friend of Tobias means he can see Laura again he jumps at the chance. But there is a problem that neither share.
Tobias wants a woman who dictates the terms during sex. And Laura? Laura loves to be in charge. They drop hints over a few weeks until a rather interesting event sees Laura confess. Their romance goes from casual to sizzling almost overnight. Nothing can come between them as their love grows—that is until a tragedy strikes.
Will death separate these soulmates?
When the train finally pulled into Central railway station, Laura pulled her warm black jacket over her cream top, slung her tote over her shoulder, and stepped from the train. After getting a taxi from the station to drop her outside a large building in the centre of Sydney’s business district, Laura checked the tenants’ board, confirming the solicitors she needed were on the third floor. Rather than use the lifts and trying to get some exercise, Laura opened the exit door and began climbing the stairs to the third floor, her heart pounding in wonder what the meeting would mean for her.
As she reached the third floor and went to open the door with her left hand, it was suddenly slammed open, knocking her backward. Somehow she managed to grab the door knob as she fell saving her from a dangerous tumble down the long steep flight of stairs.
“What the fuck?” A loud bull-voice screeched down at her.
Laura went to stand, putting her hands on the ground, only to have her left wrist send a bolt of agony up her arm. Twisting, she managed to get to her feet using the nearby railing. Standing, she glared across at the attractive man before her.
Before she had a chance to open her mouth, he continued yelling, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
Never one to back down, Laura looked daggers at the man and shouted, “Me? What the fuck were you doing opening the door like a frigging bull elephant charging a car?”
Indignantly he replied, “I did not!”
“No? Well in that case how was I knocked off my feet?”
She wanted to add Mr. Smarty Pants but thought maybe it would be a bit too much.
“You shouldn’t have been there,” he said irrationally.
Laura couldn’t believe his attitude.
“What? I shouldn’t use the stairs but you can? Come off it Tembo.” She fought the urge to slap his handsome face as she suggested, “Just admit you charged through that door without thinking of other people.”
Full of indignation he bellowed at her, “I did not!”
“You did! You’re just a fucking angry bull elephant Tembo, charging without looking or caring.”
“Not true! And my name’s not Tembo,” he barked.
“It is. Tembo’s
Swahili for elephant and that’s what you are—a crazy bull elephant!” she returned his shout with her own.
The pair of them glared at each other, sizing each other up for the next round of shouting when Laura noticed another attractive silver-haired man just behind the elephant trying very hard to stifle a laugh. He put his hand on the elephant’s arm.
“She’s right, Toby. You did slam that door open.”
The laughter in his voice was unmistakable. He side-stepped past the elephant who’s eyes continued to bore into Laura’s in anger and something else which Laura couldn’t put a name too. She did notice the elephant had lovely light brown eyes to go with his sexy face, but she tried to ignore them as the other man picked up Laura’s bag then held it out to her.
“Are you okay miss?”
The adrenaline rush Laura had gotten when the door flung open now disappeared. She began to shake when she looked down the stairs and realised she would have been seriously injured if not killed had she not grabbed onto the door handle. The second man followed her look and grimaced. He looked at her kindly and put his hand under her right arm.
“Let’s get you somewhere where you can sit down.”
Thankfully, Laura allowed him to usher her through the door after she pushed the elephant rudely aside. Unfortunately, he followed the two of them as Laura was led to a large couch in a long airy foyer.
“Thank you,” she managed to stammer, then stared fiercely with what she hoped was an extremely angry look at the elephant.
The other man said something to him she didn’t catch and finally he had the grace to look slightly embarrassed as he nodded, turned, and walked through the large doors into the reception area of the offices opposite. A moment later, he came back with a cup of water. Laura’s hand shook too badly as she attempted to take it from him. Instead, he put it on the seat alongside her. Murmuring her thanks, she tried to lift her left arm.
She couldn’t hold back the gasp of pain as she moved it. She looked down at her swollen wrist. Already twice normal size, it was beginning to darken. The second gentleman looked at her wrist then up at the elephant.
“We’ll need an ambulance.”
“Fuck,” said the elephant with undue emphasis.
© Suzy Shearer 2017
Elephants and Ever-Afters is Book Five in the Dark Desires series.
This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.
Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/suzyshearer
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 98,087
Page Count: @ 300
Best-selling and award-winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistently reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1. Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.
Single, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.
She is a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair—pinks, purples, blues, even rainbowed—it changes every month, and oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-forties to sixties. The heroines are usually confident, plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.
When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater to younger readers with their heroines and heroes in their twenties she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser. As she is in her sixties, Suzy feels she can relate to her characters’ desires, fears and hopes, and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under-thirties.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting—an accomplished watercolour artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/
Book One: Bound (E-Book & Paperback)
Book Two: Uncollared (E-Book & Paperback)
Book Three: Waxed
Book Four: Displayed
Book Five: Submit
Book Six: Unmasked
The Hunters (E-Book & Paperback):
Book One: A Hunter’s Heart
Book Two: A Hunter’s Choice
Book Three: Challenge
Dark Desires (Each book is a standalone. All are available in both e-book and paperback except Book Five.):
Book One: Whipped Delights
Book Two: Craving Her Master
Book Three: Melting Her Dom’s Heart
Book Four: An Artist’s Kiss
Book Five: Elephants and Ever-Afters
SINGLE TITLES (E-Book & Paperback):
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love