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Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Hump Day Excerpt

I have a Halloween romance suspense novella out ~
Knock Knock…. Answer if you dare. 

New to Kanna, Florida, Lila Maxwell attends All Treats, a Halloween speed dating event in the hopes of meeting Prince Charming but instead one Halloween ghoul after another appears at her door until Cowboy Bill.

Jax Carlson has spent the last year focusing all of his attention on starting his own business. Hiring Lila Maxell over the Internet as his project manager was the completing task. Set to open for business in three days, Jax plans on spending a couple of days on his boat relaxing. However, his friend Erik has a different idea – a speed dating Halloween party. 

Jax has spent the night plotting the best revenge possible for Erik until Sally opens the door. The woman dressed in the pale lavender Harem costume ignites a fire that Jax thought was impossible without the aid of his formulated dating list. 

After a night of mind blowing sex, Lila sneaks out before they exchange real names believing it was no more than a one-night stand. 

When Lila reports to work she learns Cowboy Bill is actually Jax Carlson. She thinks keeping her hormones in check while convincing Jax that love doesn't follow a formula is complication enough until she learns the participants of the All Treats speed dating event are being killed.

Knock Knock is available at Amazon 

Jax walked over to his sister's painting supplies and started putting the lids on the small tins of gold and black.
"I can take care of my own mess," Aimee said walking up to him. "I'd hoped you would come to our Halloween party tomorrow."
"I'm a thirty-year-old man, not a child." He didn't understand why adults wanted to dress up and behave like children.
Aimee sighed. "You act more like one hundred and thirty. Jax, if you don't start having some fun in your life, you're going shrivel up and die."
He ignored his sister and looked back at Erik. Her comments about his life were based on some irrational thought pattern she'd developed as a child and never outgrew. His friend just shook his head behind her back. He'd met Erik in fourth grade and they had been friends since. Erik's lack of a drive to achieve greatness in life and non-opinionated view on everything made him the perfect friend. They didn't compete in anything so Erik never felt slighted when Jax would have won.
"Aimee, sweetie, why don't you carry your paint stuff out to the car and I'll see about getting Jax to attend our party," Erik suggested winking at Jax.
"Right, I'll leave and you two will discuss ways Jax can get you out of the party," Aimee stalked over to Erik, her cinnamon brown ponytail bouncing. "Not going to happen unless you never want to sleep in my bed again."
Erik laughed and kissed her cheek. "Sweetie, I've looked forward to dressing up like Paul Revere for weeks now."
Aimee gave them both a narrowed eyed glare and left.
"Why do you want to dress up like Paul Revere?" Jax asked.
"I don't, but I want to continue to have sex with your sister." Erik walked over to the couch and fell into it while swinging his feet up on the coffee table in one move.
Jax held his breath to keep from channeling his grandmother and yelling at the man about the proper way to use furniture. He did need a break. For the last year, he'd poured everything he had into getting Carlson's Solutions up and running. A few days on the boat would give him the break he needed to clear his head without wearing funny cloths.
"I think your sister has a point. Anytime one man wants to correct how another man sits, he needs a good fuck." Erik leaned back putting his hands behind his head.
"It takes a lot of effort to find the right woman to make a sexual encounter mutually satisfying. Seven meetings at a variety of neutral places, then at least two planned dates and I've been too busy to take that time."
"Or you could have taken a night off, hit the sports bar and picked up some chick whose tits and ass turned you on."
Jax shook his head and sat down across from his friend. "Encounters like those rarely produce truly beneficial outcomes."
Erik grinned. "I seem to remember having a few that ended with both of us smiling into our morning coffee."
"Few memories are accurate. People warp them to fit their perspective."
"So how did Leon react to your notice? A cordial walk down the cubical aisle to the exit?"
"He was pissed. Told me I'd never find a job. I told him I knew he would be petty like that so I started my own company. After a few seconds of watching the vein pulse in his neck, he said I'd never land a client." Jax smiled remembering the look on Leon's face. "So I told him not to worry five of my core clients had already agreed to give me a shot. Now to sit back on my boat and relax until my first meeting in four days."
Erik swung his feet off the coffee table. "About that. I get you don't want to come to our party because it's mostly couples."
"No, I don't want to dress up and make mindless conversation," Jax corrected him.
"Me either but that's beside the point. Your sister is driving me nuts about getting you out before you turn into some old man with volumes of stamps that you spend days staring at."
"I'd never do that. I have no interest in collecting stamps," Jax told Erik.
"Here is a flyer to a singles dating party called All Treats. Aimee will be disappointed you didn't come to our party, but she'll be happy you're out. And who knows you may even manage a hook-up." Erik pushed a piece of paper toward him.
"I'm not going to your party or this event for losers. Have you lost your mind? Did you get hurt at work?" Jax knew sometimes Erik's job as a private investigator lured him into dangerous positions.
"No, my mind is fine," Erik sighed. "I had hoped you do this willingly. If you don't go to All Treats, I'll tell Aimee you threw away the birthday cake she made you without even trying it."
Jax went to reply but Erik held up his hand. "And tell your grandmother that I deliver the socks and underwear she sends you every year for your birthday to the homeless shelter."
"Are you trying to blackmail me?" Jax stared at his friend. No humor danced in the man’s blue eyes. His mouth formed a tight line.
"Not trying. I am. Don't make me print out the pictures of the cake in the dumpster and the receipts from the shelter."

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: To Steal a Highlander's Heart by Samantha Holt

Thanks to our own Samantha for this smoking hot excerpt. If you like a hottie in a kilt, then Morgann is the hero for you! Be sure to snatch up your copy while it's still 99c!
And then that hand was upon one of her breasts, comforting and teasing at the same time. He cupped her through the linen, rolled her nipple tight. He groaned against the crook of her shoulder and teeth nipped lightly at her skin.
"Ye taste so good," he murmured. "So good."
Alana arched to his touch and angled her hips into him. Hardness greeted her, his plaid gone, as an ache took hold, one that could only be ended by Morgann. The scent of damp skin teased as his wet hair brushed her cheek. He pulled away suddenly, hand still clasped over her breast, fingers remaining under her hair.
"I cannae do it." His eyes were hooded, dark with lust, voice thick and emotion filled.
Alana's heart dropped. She leaned her head back, let the air release from her chest and dropped her hands to her side.
"I cannae do it, Alana. I cannae stay away from ye. I wanted to protect ye, to be strong for ye... I dinnae think I can be strong anymore."
Relief streamed through her. He wasn't turning her down. She placed her palm over his heart, the thud strong, reassuring. "Dinnae be strong, Morgann. Just be ye. And kiss me."
He gave a groan of resignation and the hand on her breast advanced around behind her, bundled her against him. Lips moved roughly over hers, claiming, seeking. He coaxed her mouth apart and the damp heat of his tongue shocked her, forced her to grip his arms tightly. Sinuously twining with her tongue, he explored every recess of her mouth as fire built between them. The throb between her thighs became more acute, almost painful. She rocked her hips into him to get some kind of relief.
Morgann pulled her away from the wall and his hands roamed her body. The linen chemise offered little protection against his probing hands as he grasped her bottom, fingers trailing briefly between her thighs and back up. Alana kept her eyes closed as he manoeuvred her around the room, mouth firmly upon hers, until finally the edge of the table bit into the back of her thighs.
Hands gliding over the planes of his chest, she opened her eyes and reclined. She'd intended to study him, to relish the sight of firm muscles and crisp hair but to see him, so gut-wrenchingly beautiful, a vulnerable glint in his eyes, forced a surge of impatient need through her.
"Kiss me again," she begged, hooking a hand around his neck and tugging him down.
He did as she bid. His mouth moved sensuously over hers yet there was an aggression behind the kiss. A sense of him taking everything from her. But he gave back so much. His fingers pressed into her hip, massaging her flesh. She fidgeted, longing for those fingers to put an end to her agony.
Alana sets eyes on Morgann for the first time in several years and what does he do? He captures her! But Alana refuses to go meekly with the sexy Highland warrior. Her kidnapping will reignite the rift that’s existed between the two clans since her father accused Morgann of theft and she doesn’t want to see her father harmed in the inevitable war that will ensue. 

Unfortunately for Alana, the faeries seek to interfere with her plans to escape. The sidhe have a debt to repay and Tèile, the green faery, is determined to mend the rift between the clans for good. And that means ensuring Alana and Morgann marry. 

Morgann has his own reasons for taking Alana and they are nothing to do with marriage or war. He wants to use her to reveal a secret from the past, the one that had him accused of theft. If only he didn’t find his childhood friend so attractive. When circumstances force them together, Alana’s life is threatened and war is imminent. Can Morgann reveal the truth without losing Alana? And will the faery’s meddling help or hinder his cause? 

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Saturday, 19 October 2013

Saturday Storyteller: Tera Shanley

Please welcome our Saturday storyteller, Tera, who's telling us about her greatest weakness and how to write swoonworthy men!

What’s your name and where do you come from?
Name’s Tera Shanley and I hail from Dallas, Texas (where that southern sun is hot, and the menfolk even hotter)

Tell us a bit about your latest release.
Love in the Time of the Dead is a Romance set three years in to the apocalypse. Laney Landry has been fighting Deads with her team for years, but with the realization she’s immune to the virus that ended the world, her friends rally to keep her safe until they can track down the right doctor to trust with their secret. The goal? Extract a vaccine from Laney and share her immunity with the surviving colonies.
Amid the chaos, Laney searches for beauty in a harsh life. Sean, a colony leader who offers them shelter and supplies, has captured her heart. But is he interested in her, or the vaccine she could provide? And then there’s Mitchell, her teammate, who’s been hinting at an interest in more than her Dead slaying abilities. Two alluring men – one colossal decision to make. One where her choice could mean the difference between surviving…and actually living.
Love in the Time of the Dead is available October 22 through Amazon,, and wherever books are sold.

How do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man?
The perfect swoon worthy man starts with the heroine. The man she finds attractive and sexy, the reader hopefully will too because they are seeing him through her eyes and thoughts.
His eyes are first. Whatever the color, they need to ensnare the heroine with a smoldering glance, much in the same way he is captured with her. From there I work my way out, taking into consideration what traits the heroine would find appealing in a man. Stir in a fit physique, good hairline, and a no excuses die-for-you attitude and bang bong boom. Schmexyman.

What’s your biggest turn on?
Facial hair on a man, if done right, is so sexy. Not full on beards, mind you, but scruff.

What do you do to unwind and relax?
I watch The New Girl reruns and eat Swiss Cake Rolls.

What’s your greatest weakness?
The above-mentioned Swiss Cake Rolls. I need an intervention.

How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be?
If I have to take a shot of whiskey before I write a love scene, I’m getting too far into ‘too hot’ territory and usually dial it back. Other than that, it depends on my characters and their personalities.

Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination?
A healthy dose of both. I was thankfully raised in a very, very outdoorsy family and have a lot of experience in wilderness situations which tend to influence my books. But because I love writing in the Paranormal and Dystopian Romance genres, imagination is also a must.

What’s your idea of a perfect romantic evening?
Sushi and a movie. I’m easy to take out! The way to my heart is through California Rolls and I’m such a movie fan. And no cheaping out either, not for the perfect romantic evening. I’ll need the popcorn and giant red icee.

About the Author
Tera Shanley writes in sub-genres that stretch from Paranormal Romance, to Historic Western Romance, to Apocalyptic (zombie) Romance. The common theme? She loves love! A self-proclaimed bookworm, she was raised in small town Texas and could often be found decorating a table at the local library. She currently lives in Dallas with her husband and two young children and when she isn’t busy running around after her family, she’s writing a new story or devouring a good book. Any spare time is dedicated to chocolate licking, rifle slinging, friend hugging, and the great outdoors.


Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: Terms and Conditions by Pippa Jay

Thanks to Pippa for this HOT excerpt from Terms and Conditions Apply!
She slid from the bed. The floor warmed her bare feet as she reclaimed her tunic and slipped it on for decency’s sake. From the sound of it Soren was in the shower. Ignoring the twinge of vertigo that walking across an image of open space created, she passed through the faint circle of stars marking the doorway then held her breath. Soren stood naked in the curved alcove of the shower, water streaming down the ripple of muscles in his back, his blond hair now honey dark in the wet. She walked toward him, hoping he wouldn’t turn and see her, wanting to surprise him. She shrugged her tunic off as she drew closer and stepped into the water, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Good morning,” he greeted her, throwing her a smile over his shoulder.
“You knew I was there?”
Again, that throaty chuckle. It reverberated through her as she pressed her body into his.
Oh, that feels so good.
“I heard you.” He turned and placed a wet kiss on her lips before tugging her further into the shower. Warm water cascaded over her face and she threw her head back, eyes closed as she let it play over her skin. That felt good too, but not as good as Soren. He turned her until she faced away from him then ran his hands over her body, soaping her down, his muscular torso hard against her. She moaned softly and leaned her head on his shoulder as he washed her in long strokes, leaving no part of her skin untouched. Need pulsed through her, and her legs trembled as he worked his way around her breasts, across her belly, over her groin and down the inner edge of her thighs. “Soren…”
“My turn,” she insisted, a touch breathlessly.
Soren stopped and kissed her neck. “Whatever you wish, my love.”
They reversed their positions and Marie pressed herself into him. He passed her the sliver of cleanser he had used, and she ran her soaped fingers down his torso in long, circular sweeps until she reached his abdomen. Stroking her way over his body stoked the ache inside her. Excitement shivered down her spine. She moved lower, feeling her way downward then jerked her hands away as disappointment smacked her in the chest. “Oh…”
Soren spun and snared her in a tight embrace. “What’s wrong?”
“You don’t seem to be finding this as thrilling an experience as I am,” she whispered.
It was meant to be a romantic getaway for Marie and the love of her life Jaisen; a chance for him to get to know her better after months of her denying him more than a few stolen kisses. Instead, Marie finds herself dumped and alone on Venus Ascendant with no credit for a transmat and the next starship home not due for another hour. 

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 Find Pippa on her WebsiteBlog and at the SFRBrigade

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Author Giveaway

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Thursday, 10 October 2013

October Giveaway!

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Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt:Falling for Him by Anne Conley

Thanks to Anne for sharing this excerpt from her upcoming Christmas novella.
  "Amy, I'm sorry…For everything."  He looked lost, and she felt a pang of something sharp inside.  Was it regret?  She didn't think so.  Bryan approached.  "I know I haven't been the best husband to you lately, and I'm sorry.  Let me try to make it up to you.  Please?"
        He grasped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly.  She couldn't remember when he had kissed her like this.  It didn't matter.  A gentle kiss, no matter how swoonworthy wouldn't undo years of making her feel taken advantage of.  She pressed her lips together in an attempt to thwart his advances.  His hands moved from her face, one to her hair and one to her waist, pulling her closer to him, as he tried to deepen the kiss.  Amy could feel his tongue moving across her lips, urging them open.  She reluctantly acquiesced, remembering the last time they had had sex and how he wouldn't even look at her.  His tongue made its entrance and probed her mouth, its warmth sending an unwilling tremor through her body.  
Without letting go, Bryan began leading her to the bed.  Amy broke away with a gasp.
"What do you think you are doing?"
"I'm making love to you.  The way you deserve, Amy."
"What about Brad?" 
"He's down the hall, immersed in video games.  He won't come up for air for hours."  She remained stiff in his arms, unwilling to sink to the bed, to his wishes.  "Please?  Let me at least try…"  The pleading look he sent her tugged at her heart strings, but she was still unwilling to bend.
"I'm really not sure it will work."
Bryan pushed her gently onto the bed, lowering himself on top of her.  "Look.  I know I've messed up, big time.  But you have, too.  Admit it, and let me at least try to make up for what I've done.  Please…"  His heated gaze on her was filled with desire, with longing, with love…with everything she'd wanted to see.
"Okay."  At her word, he crushed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss, and she opened up to him.  With a triumphant groan, Bryan began pulling at her clothes, slowly undressing her until she was naked beneath him.  It was unlike anything they’d done recently.  In fact, she couldn’t remember him undressing her since Ashley was a baby, and even then she’d hurried him along before the next feeding.
  He kissed down her jaw to her breasts, then pulled away to look at her.
"You've been working out?"  He questioned Amy, a simple question, but it spoke volumes.  He knew.  Somehow he knew she was talking to someone else.  Maybe he thought she was having an affair like his, maybe it was his guilty mindset wanting to place his own guilt on somebody else's shoulders.
"Yes," she squeaked.  The absence of his mouth on her skin left a void inside her.
"You look good."  His voice was husky with emotion, and he lowered his mouth to her breasts.  As he suckled first one, then the other, Amy felt a welling up of remorse inside her.  She willed it to subside or else all would be lost.  Her plan, her life, herself.  So she shoved the emotions aside, and gave in to sensations.  
His hot mouth on her breasts was replaced by his fingers tweaking her nipples, as he kissed lower on her abdomen, swirling his tongue in her navel.  The shudder it sent through her was shocking, and she was panting by the time his tongue stroked the apex of her thighs.  She jolted upwards and grabbed his hair, unwilling to let him stop the maddening torture.
Anne Conley's Christmas novella, Falling For Him:  After eighteen years of marriage, Amy has finally found a man to talk to.  And it’s not her husband.  She’s tried everything she can think of to put the umph back into her marriage, but when she meets Cool_Hand_Luke in a movie chat room, he validates her thoughts and opinions in ways her husband seems incapable of.  With the holidays fast approaching, Amy tries to hold herself together for her family while simultaneously exploring her new online relationship.  When she finally agrees to meet the online stranger, Amy realizes that what she thinks she wants and what she actually has aren’t really all that different.

To be released Thursday, October 10, 2013.  Ninety-nine cents!

Sunday, 6 October 2013

It's Hockey season...

I'm a big hockey fan...for some reason I find it incredibly 'hot'. Maybe it's the dark brooding thing...

Or maybe it's the stick ;)

Have a great week!

Saturday, 5 October 2013

Saturday Interview and Cover Art Reveal

Today I would like to welcome Em Taylor to the blog. She is going to give an exclusive first look at the
 cover for her up-coming release, Saved by a Rake and give away a $10 Amazon gift token via Rafflecopter.

What’s your name and where do you come from? My name is Em Taylor and I come from the south of Scotland.

Tell us a bit about your latest release. My next release is called Saved by a Rake. It’s my first foray into Regency romance. It tells the story of Lady Rebecca Eversley. After she had been ravished and possibly ruined by the Earl of Newthorpe, she must face the gossips of the ton or spend the rest of her days as a lonely old maid in the country, away from the scandal. She chooses the former.  She meets Lord Daniel Ramsey, a notorious rake who has been ordered by his father to marry soon or lose the majority of the money he is due to inherit. Everything seems to be working out until the morning of their wedding when they find out that the Earl of Newthorpe has been found murdered.

What’s your biggest turn on? A man’s hips and his mind. He has to have as much going on upstairs as downstairs. But I do love that v line of the hips.

If you couldn’t be an author, what would your ideal career be? Lottery winner. To be honest, nowadays, the only thing I can contemplate doing is writing. It has become part of me.

Do you have a favourite character from your books? Why are they your favourite? This is my first book as I said. I have been published before under another nom de plume (don’t judge me. Mark Twain had a few before settling on Mark Twain). I love my main character Rebecca. She looks weak but she is actually really strong and has real determination and grit to face up to the gossips in the ton.

What do you do to unwind and relax? Because writing is not my main job, I write to relax. I also mess around on Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr.

What’s your greatest weakness? Procrastination. Why do today what can be put off until tomorrow. This is why I’m always the one sneaking over the winning post of Nanowrimo at 23:56 in 30th November.

How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be? I let the characters work that out for me. Obviously the language is dictated by the era, but the actual amount of sex is decided by the characters themselves.

Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination? I think it is a total mix. Though I do need to make sure that I force my imagination out onto the page or I get in trouble for not putting in enough description. I forget that just because I see it clearly, the reader does not necessarily see what’s in my head unless I spell it out.

Tell us something that might surprise our readers. I have never read a Jane Austen book all the way through.


The dance was called. It would be a waltz. Rebecca flushed slightly as he approached.

“Oh, Lord Ramsey. I am not sure a waltz is the most appropriate dance tonight?”

“The waltz is not to your taste, Lady Rebecca?”

“Oh I love to waltz. It’s just…” She blushed deeper and fumbled with her fan. He leaned close.

“As you know, the gossips like fresh news every day to discuss at their morning visits. I would suggest that we give them something other than the Earl of Newthorpe to discuss.”

Her eyes widened—then she smiled and accepted his arm to be led into their first waltz together.

He twirled her onto the floor before snaking his gloved hand around her waist. She stiffened and he moved backwards instinctually. Then she relaxed again as she looked up into his eyes. She placed her hand on his shoulder and her other was placed in his hand.

“All right?” he murmured as he considered faking a twisted ankle if it looked like she was going to freeze again. He had no doubt that, after her ordeal, she had no wish to be touched by a large, strong and virile man, even if half the ton was in attendance at this ball. 

The music started and she nodded before taking a deep breath and allowing him to lead her around the floor.

He would have wished to dance slightly further apart than was strictly necessary in order to give her the space she obviously desired but, as always was the case with the supper dance, the dance floor was busy.

He gripped her waist and pulled her closer as he turned her effortlessly before waltzing her past the open French windows. He asked her about her home this time, in an effort to take her mind off their close contact and keep her at her ease. 
As she relaxed into telling him about Chapelbrooke, her back became less rigid and her movements more fluid. He had to concentrate on her words to distract himself from the feel of her ball gown brushing gently against his own ankle every time he turned her. He could have quite happily danced with her all night, listening to enchanting stories of her girlhood and gleaning small bits of information with which to tease Eversley for years to come.

And now for the big cover reveal:

Cover by Veronica Fernandez

Saved by a Rake will be available at Amazon on 22nd November 2013

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: September Ends by Hunter S. Jones

We is the monster made to thrill
Whose arms and legs and guts enmesh
This craven frotwolf in your flesh
Shy innocence we lust to kill
Our ugliness all beauty eats
Such is our appetites and greed
We're in your rampant primal need
You can't resist our raging heats
And so succumb - my succubus
To my ferocious hirsuit will
Your Life's essential surge to spill
To sanctify my hid'ous pus
We promise we will set you free
Though some call me porn-og-raph-y
by Jack O Savage
Chapter 6
No Sweeter Dish

Mistress. All words of importance must be acknowledged with a capital letter.
I am your Mistress.
Mmmm I want to fuck you hard. Really let you know I want you.
Baby, I want to watch every move you make. I want to see your eyes look at me when I make love to you. 
I slide onto your cock   
grip it
down the shaft, slow
until you cum harder than you ever imagined in your life
I had to re-boot. Dammit!
Have I made you happy? Did you cum? Tell me.
Yes, you’ve been a very good boy & made me very happy tonight.
Oh yes, sweet Mistress. 
When we meet, can you wear black lace panties for me? Something really feminine. Maybe a lacy little black thong. That would be sweet. Mmmm.
You know by now I’ll do anything you want. I wish we could be together tonight.
Me, too baby. I’m going to sleep now. Sweet dreams, sweet Liz. I need you here with me tonight. I promise I’ll be a very good boy.
Make my Mistress happy. Want to sign in again tomorrow night? I’ll be free for you. 
© 2013 Ra Jones Publishing

Meet the Characters

I am Liz Snow, Elizabeth October Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Actually I’m from a small town in north Georgia called LaFayette. My grandfather died suddenly when I was young, then I saw my only brother die in a useless traffic accident. So, you see, I’m not your typical girl. Years of anti-depressants, alcohol and bad relationships have damaged me emotionally. I hide myself in my career as a software executive. I never really knew what love was until meeting Peter William Hendrix III of Chattanooga, Tennessee. Or at least that’s what I thought until Pete’s betrayal.

I’m successful, some say handsome, attorney Pete Hendrix of the firm Hendrix, Hendrix & Smith in Chattanooga, Tennessee, USA. I attended undergrad at Vanderbilt University, graduated law school with honors and returned to Chattanooga to run the family law firm. I live the life my mother always wanted for me. As often as possible, go to my cabin on Walden Ridge. There, I swim in the clear, cool water from the cave, read and spend time in solitude looking onto the scenic Sequatchie Valley, the sacred hunting grounds of the Cherokee Nation before the Trail of Tears. My life is structured and secure. But, I never expected to meet a girl like Liz Snow. I loved Liz with my heart and soul. Then, she discovered my secret.


English poet, novelist, and founder member of The Renaissance Bards trio of spoken word artists, Jack O Savage leapt to prominence on being expelled from Jesus College, Oxford for allegedly plotting an arson attack on the college in which he supposedly planned to 'raise English successist complacency to its foundations', though no charges were ever brought against him. The Sun tabloid newspaper ran a story proclaiming POSH POET GETS CHOP referring to Savage's 'chopper protest' in which he was arrested for 'leaping atop a 17th century oak refectory table and lewdly flaunting his generous masculinity' at a formal disciplinary hearing, a gesture which he later repeated in public and which subsequently went viral on YouTube, receiving over 100 million hits in under two hours.



Hunter S. Jones & an Anonymous English Poet

Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt.

My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career.

My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story.

One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix.
I lived it in my heart and soul.

It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret.

As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain.

London ignored me. Maybe I didn't exist. I was lost and lonely in a flat in Kensington.
I hear that Jack O. Savage will make a rare public appearance. I wrangle an invitation to the art gallery where he is reading. I was curious. Somehow, he was the cause of my trouble.
The rock-star-with-words was even more damaged than I.

Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend.
Then, an unexpected kiss at a county fair on a perfect English summer's day changed everything forever. Jack the man became my lover.
My elusive dream of a lifelong love began.
If Pete was what I'd always wanted, Jack was what I always needed.
The mystery unraveled as the kaleidoscope of my broken life evolved and I found myself living a rainbow of perfect bliss.

Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

September Ends is a contemporary romance with erotic and supernatural elements. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.
September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love
 because love happens when we least expect it.

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