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KB Interview and Review! Tapped by Liz Crowe

Tapped by Liz Crowe

The Interview: Evelyn Benedict from TAPPED

KB: Welcome to Kissing Bandits Blog! Tell us a little bit about yourself!

EB: Hi guys! I’m Evelyn Benedict, craft beer sales expert, Michigan native, and the luckiest woman in the world…for a lot of reasons.

KB: The first kiss sets the tone for a relationship. Tell us about your first kiss. Were you nervous? Excited? Shocked?

I really didn’t want to like Austin Fitzgerald, much less fall so completely head over heels for him like I did. I believed he lived in a realm somewhere well above the one I inhabited—with his country clubs, trust funds, mansions and whatnot. I’ll admit, I didn’t have a ton of respect for him as a brewer or brewery owner until I met him. I figured he’d just had a ton of money thanks to his Daddy and was playing around in brewing for something to do. But…once I got to know, I learned that he was the opposite of that. And that first kiss…well…let’s just say it was cold in the beer cooler, but we heated it up something fierce! I never looked back, really, even though we hit some pretty rocky patches.

Here’s the cool thing though (see above where I call myself “the luckiest woman in the world”)…I got to experience two first kisses. When I realized that Austin fully intended for his friend Ross Hoffman to join our relationship, I was pretty skeptical. Until Ross kissed me, of course…yeah, I was a goner.

KB: What has been your greatest challenge?

Accepting what Austin and Ross always tell me about myself—that I am just as important to the Fitzgerald Brewery as they are—that I’m as beautiful as they claim I am—and that I deserve to be loved by them both. I’ve never had a strong sense of self-worth. If you’d grown up like I did, you wouldn’t either. But being in love with, and loved by, them both, while strange and some might claim, unrealistic, has done more for my self-esteem than anything.

KB: What is your biggest regret, or is there something you wish you’d done differently?

It’s strange—I know I should regret the time I pushed Austin away after a huge “misunderstanding,” that was completely fabricated by Austin’s mother and ex-girlfriend, but that time gave me the opportunity to really understand the depth and breadth of my real feelings for him. And, of course, it gave me some up-close-and-personal time with Ross, just the two of us. It hurt Austin and it hurt me, but by the end of that period, we were all stronger in spirit for the time spent apart and it only enhanced our time together.

KB: Brag time–what is your greatest point of pride?

  1. The fact that I am engaged to the handsomest, most kind and caring man on the planet.
  2. The fact that I also love the hottest, most creative brewer on the same planet—and my fiancé is the one who brought him into our relationship.
  3. That I get to work in a business I adore—craft beer—alongside both of these men.

KB: Name 3 of your favorite things.

  1. My fiancé
  2. My lover
  3. My job

And a close fourth…a hoppy, but well-balanced IPA (India Pale Ale) made by Ross.

KB: Turn-ons?

  1. Massages (both men are good at this)
  2. Hot baths (we bought a house and had a tub installed that will fit all 3 of us)
  3. Sleeping in my giant king-sized between my men after a night of love….

KB: Turn-offs?

  1. Laundry
  2. Grocery shopping (ok. ANYthing that involves housework, including cooking)
  3. Men who wear too much cologne

KB: Share a funny or interesting anecdote (excerpt okay!)

Here’s a bit from our first weekend together, in Denver at the American Beer Expo. ‘That time was a real turning point for me on a lot of levels…

“Dear God, if I say one more word about these beers, I’m gonna puke, or kill somebody.” Evelyn pulled her hair off her neck. The bar had been a sweltering oven in the unseasonably hot Denver fall. Her throat ached and her heart pounded. She kept checking her phone, hoping Austin had revived enough to contact her, but the screen stayed blank except for all the Facebook, Instagram and Twitter notices she kept getting about their win as Mid-Size Brewery of the Year.

Sighing, she stuck her phone in her pocket and leaned against Ross’ back in a move that felt more natural than anything.

Without realizing it, she’d relied on him as she would Austin and he’d rallied, solving the immediate problem—albeit without much of Austin’s diplomacy, but solving it, nonetheless. And the bombshell Max had dropped, about Austin cutting him off from brewery ownership and in the process cutting them off from his family and their financial safety net, had settled in her gut like a stone, making it hard to concentrate.

Surely, he knew what he was doing. She trusted Austin implicitly and figured he would have told her eventually.

They watched the party progress, standing close enough that she could lean into Ross’ strong torso and take some of the pressure off her aching feet. Eight of the ten kegs were blown, and the last two were on their last few pours so the bar was beginning to empty.

She’d had at least two beers spilled on her as people hugged their congratulations—she felt sticky and smelly. Exhaustion stole over her, combining with the incessant worry about Austin’s health. As if sensing her distress, Ross put an arm around her and brought his lips near her ear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

She nodded, sensing her thighs tighten and her nipples harden against her will. Guilt washed through her, pouring ice-cold water on her libido.

“He texted me.”

She looked at his phone’s screen.

Hey. I’m lonely and sad and feeling sorry for myself. Can’t get Evelyn’s phone. Come back. Bring food.

She grinned, let herself relax for the first time in hours, and followed Ross out. “Let’s walk. It’s not far. I need the air,” he said as he draped an arm around her and they made their way through the milling crowds on the Denver sidewalks. After they stopped in an all-night market for some cheese, fruit and bread, she tucked her arm through his and took a deep breath, pondering the interesting, odd new shape of her life. He stopped, tugged her into a darkened doorway, and held her close.

“You okay? Really? With this…?”

She put her head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart. “I haven’t sorted it out yet, to be honest.” He tightened his grip and she sensed his lips against her hair. “But I like it so far. I just don’t want there to be—I don’t know—weirdness. I sort of freaked out on you guys last night and I don’t know why. The last thing I need right now is a bunch of bullshit, alpha-male jealous crap.”

“Evelyn, what you and Austin have, no one can change, take away or lessen in any way.” He put a finger under her chin and tilted her face to his. His blue eyes gleamed in the dark and she gave in to the urge to touch the rough, short beard along his jaw before reaching back and releasing his long hair from its tie-back and burying her fingers in it. It felt soft, perfect and she mentally ticked off one of the items on her fantasy to-do list with Ross Hoffman, ever since she’d seen that photo of him and Austin together.

She sighed as he covered her mouth, his lips full and firm. Her body responded instantly and she had to pull away to keep from going any further in public.

“Dear God, woman, you are…” He released her and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Like I said.” But she stopped him with a finger over his lips.

“I know, Ross. Let’s see where it takes us, okay? But together, as three. We don’t sneak around. This is not cheating. It’s just… Oh hell, I have no idea what it is.” She stopped, dizzy with the possibilities—good and bad. Ross took her arm and pulled her hand back into the crook of his elbow as they walked the last four blocks to the Marriott in comfortable silence.

After a long kiss-and-grope session in the elevator, Evelyn shoved him out into the hall, laughing at his sheepish expression.

He shrugged. “I can’t keep my hands off you. Sorry.”

She pointed toward their suite. “Go. I need a shower. Give him some food and company while I clean up.” He sauntered down the hallway alongside her, whistling and swinging the bag of groceries.

“About damn time.” Austin was perched on the bed, laptop on a pillow, sports on the television. His grin was genuine. Evelyn kissed him, long and deep. “Mmm, nice. But you reek, my love. Did you bathe in a keg or what?”

“Don’t ask,” she tossed over her shoulder before closing the bathroom door. Leaning a moment against it, she wrestled with a complex stew of relief, happiness, tension and a small twinge of stress. She knew damn well that these men would butt heads over her, but, damn her to hell and back, she wanted them. She wanted this.

While that amazed her, nothing felt more perfect. She sighed and turned on the shower full hot blast, and stripped out of her limp clothes. The erotic visions of the two men cradling her between them filled her head. She stayed a solid thirty minutes under the spray, relishing the sensation of being washed clean of every molecule of the day’s craziness.

Emerging, pink-skinned and breathlessly horny, she wrapped a towel around herself, brushed her teeth and fluffed up her damp hair before opening the door.

“Hey, you, hot blonde chick. C’mere.” Austin held out an arm, encouraging her to snuggle into his shoulder. She hesitated. Weird, inexplicable tears pressed against her eyes.

“I don’t know, Austin.” She looked away and watched steam roll out of the bathroom.

He went up on one elbow and touched her bare leg, making her skin pebble. “I heard you talked with my dad. I’m sorry you had to hear it that way. I was going to tell you, after…” She shrugged and willed the tears away. He sat and gathered her in his arms. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll make sure everything works out.”


GENRE:   Contemporary Erotic Romance


When wealthy brewery owner Austin Fitzgerald meets sexy saleswoman Evelyn Benedict, angry sparks fly. They seem destined to clash, until a hot hookup in a cold beer cooler changes everything.

For Austin, it’s a life-altering moment that sets him on a path away from his birthright, while Evelyn must face her fears about committing to a man considered the playboy of the micro-brewing world.

The power of preconceived notions nearly tears them apart—until they meet up with brew master Ross, who opens their eyes to a deeper, even more erotic connection. But three strong personalities don’t always make for the best emotional mix and when a simple misunderstanding causes chaos, it’s up to Ross to repair the tattered shreds of their relationship.


Sensing the heat of Evelyn’s fury as he finalized another large order, he excused himself and made his way toward the restroom. The tuning-fork sensation had morphed into a dull ache centered in his gut, which steadily made its way down to his balls.

When he emerged—after splashing water on his face enough times to calm the hardening in his jeans—he almost plowed straight into her. He gripped her arms to keep her from falling and the impulses that had bounced around in his brain since the morning nearly brought him to his knees. He dropped his hands and looked away, swallowing back the urge to say something, anything, to convince her he wasn’t such a bad guy.


Her voice was flat. He took a step back, stopped only when his butt hit the wall. The space between them filled with near-visible silence, but he didn’t move.

“I don’t know how I’m doing it, but the longer we work together, the more sales I make, and the more you hate me. Clue me in here, Benedict. I thought sales were the goal of the day.” He crossed his arms, holding them close to his chest so she couldn’t gauge how shaky his hands had gotten.

She swallowed, and he watched the exquisite warm peach hue of her skin redden. Admiring the line of her neck, her jaw, the plump fullness of her lower lip as she bit it, a nervous tic he’d love to come to love, if she’d let him, Austin sensed himself falling deeper into a very scary hole. Her ongoing silence took on a life of its own.

“Well? I left my secret-sales-goal decoder ring at home. You obviously have a different agenda for today. I get it. ‘Prove to the rich boy he doesn’t have what it takes’ is fine, but we could have saved some time if you’d just told me first.”

She opened her lips, then pressed them together and shouldered past him. He watched, fascinated, as his hand reached out of its own accord and snagged her arm. She stopped, stared at it, then up at him. When he realized the blue of her eyes was brighter because of tears, he hesitated. Female tears always unnerved him, but his chest tightened in a thoroughly alarming way at the thought of having caused her unhappiness.

He let go. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

In a split second, her beautiful face was within inches of his. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just pissed off. You’ve had that effect on me since I first laid eyes on you, so yeah, I guess I set you up. But apparently, all your country-club, private-school time has been worth it. Bullshitting comes naturally to you. And that’s all this job is. A whole barrel of bullshit.”

She stomped away before he could speak or, even better, grab her and kiss her. The space she vacated quivered with anger. But her crisp perfume stayed in his nose and he had to clench his hands into fists to keep from shoving her up against the wall and kissing her until she saw it his way.

The Review:

I wanted to read this because it takes place in Michigan, which is where I live and where I’ll die, so I dived in eagerly. Tapped is really two stories in one. It’s a love story between Evelyn and Austin, and then it’s a love story between Evelyn and Ross. It’s also about Austin and Ross reconnecting as friends. Tapped introduces readers to the world of microbreweries and marketing. [Personal fun fact: My sister had a job like the one Evelyn left at Tri-City, and I based the job I gave Lacey, the heroine of Kiss Me Goodnight, on that job. So there’s another connection that drew me to Tapped.]

The first half of the story flew by. I felt the off-the-charts chemistry between Austin and Evelyn, and I liked both characters. However I didn’t connect with the characters as much as I wanted in the second half of the story. I think this is because some parts of the narrative were glossed over or told in retrospect. This also may be because I was reading on a screen (sometimes I have issues with paying attention to a screen.) Normally I love Liz’s books from cover to cover because she’s quite talented. Overall, I liked this story. Tapped is hot, completely erotic–perfect if you’re looking for spank bank material. This is the first in a series, and I’m looking forward to the next one!

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

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KB Review: Mist by Emily Mims

The Music of the Smoky Blue Series

A Blog Post by Emily Mims

mediakit_bookcover_mistMusic is an integral part of my life.  Ever since I sat down at our brand-new piano at the age of nine with a simple song in front of me, I have been making music in one form or another on five, hopefully soon to be six, different instruments (piano, organ, guitar, dulcimer, ukulele and hopefully I can nail down the bowed psaltery).  It is inevitable that my love of music finds its way into my stories.  In my first series, The Texas Hill Country series, my characters either sang, danced well, or played an instrument.  But I wanted to take it further than that.  So when I was thinking about writing a second series, I decided to set the stories in the world of Appalachian mountain music and bluegrass music and have as my centerpiece a bluegrass music club in Bristol, Tennessee, with my characters the professional musicians performing there.

Kylie Richards, the heroine of ‘Mist’, plays the mountain dulcimer.  I play the dulcimer-not as well as she does, but I do play it.  I bought my first dulcimer in the summer of 2012 in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee.  The vendor was demonstrating how to play one and it looked interesting, so I sat down and gave it a test run.  I was hooked!  I bought one on the spot and brought it home to San Antonio, where I found a tiny but thriving dulcimer group called the Riverpickers.  The mountain dulcimer is the only instrument that was ever developed in the continental United States and is a bit deceptive in that at first it seems easy, but playing it well requires a great deal of skill.  Normally a dulcimer is held flat on one’s lap or on a table in front of the musician and played flat like a steel guitar, but I prefer a ‘music stick’ or banjo dulcimer that I hold like a banjo or a ukulele.  Most dulcimers are made by specialty luthiers, and they are hard to find outside Appalachia or the Ozarks.  Some of the characters in ‘Mist’ play the hammered dulcimer, a large triangular instrument played by hitting the strings with small hammers.  I don’t play one of those and have the utmost admiration for those who do!  I also have Kylie’s amputee brother playing a bowed psaltery, an instrument that can be played one-handed.  It’s another instrument that is deceptive in that it’s laid out like a piano and would theoretically be a quick study for a pianist, but that again requires skill and practice to play well.

A good musician can play anything on a dulcimer (either kind) or psaltery, but the music that’s made for them are the old folk songs and ballads that were brought over by the English and Scots that settled Appalachia and passed these songs down as the years passed.  I was careful to have my characters play actual old mountain songs to the point that I had my Riverpickers music book on my desk as a ready reference.  Most of the music in that book is hand-written, as much of the mountain music has never been formally written down or published.  When I needed a song for my characters to play, I would ask myself ‘What are the characters doing with the music?’  If they are accompanying the young cloggers, I have them play something that would be suitable for clog dancing, as opposed to singing a love ballad.  However, I was also careful to have them play other kinds of music as well.  The Barstows sing and play bluegrass, which developed in the 1940’s as a musical genre and is an outgrowth of the old mountain music, and my musicians are seen playing modern songs as well.

As the Smoky Blue series progresses, more musicians will star as my heroes and heroines and more instruments will be featured.  Some of my upcoming heroines play the fiddle, the ukulele, and the banjo, and I also have a song writer and a pole dancer in the works.  Where will the series go after that?  I’m not sure, but wherever it goes, my characters will be making beautiful music in my stories.


Mist by Emily Mims

GENRE: Romance/romantic suspense


The widow of a lying drug dealer, dulcimer-player Kylie Barstow Richards finds herself struggling to see through the mist of the Smoky Mountains to the truth-about her life, about the nightclub where she works, and about the bluegrass-playing musician who has arrived to steal her heart.


Kylie looked Ren in the eye.  “How much of that is the truth and how much of it was bullshit?”

Ren’s lips firmed.  “It’s the truth, every damned bit of it.  And that’s also why I did what I did.  The DEA honestly thought you were guilty.  A drug dealer took out one of my best friends, Kylie.  I’ve missed Jerry every day for the last two years.”

“And that justifies what you did to me?  Sorry, Ren.  Not buying it.  And I don’t care what your reasons for lying were, a liar is a liar.  And I can’t stand liars.”

“I get that, Kylie.  Look, obviously we blew it, and I’m just as sorry as I can be that I hurt you.”

“If you can be believed, which I seriously doubt.”

“I do mean it.  I’m sorry.  I’m really sorry.”

“I am, too, Ren.  I was just beginning to have a little bit of faith and trust again and you very effectively managed to take that away from me.  Congratulations.  I will probably never trust another man as long as I live.”

“Aw, Kylie, no.”  Ren leaned forward.  “Look, I know there is no way I can take back the lies I’ve already told.  But I can promise you this.  I will never, ever lie to you again about anything.”

Kylie shrugged.  “And now I’m supposed to believe that?  Ren, I’m sorry.  The damage is done.  The trust is broken.  Kind of like Humpty Dumpty.”

“I understand.  But Kylie, I’m going to tell you the truth from now on whether you believe me or not.”

“Knock yourself out.”

mediakit_authorphoto_mistAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author of twenty six romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time.  The mother of two sons and grandmother of three, she and her husband Charles live in central Texas but frequently visit grandchildren in eastern Tennessee and Georgia.  She plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele and belongs to two performing bands.  She says, “I love to write romances because I believe in them.  Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman-if she’ll just let it.”



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KB Review

mediakit_bookcover_mistThis was a different kind of read for me, full of unfamiliar landscapes and sounds. Being a city girl from Michigan whose favorite band is AFI, reading a story about a bluegrass band with a dulcimer-playing heroine that takes place in eastern Tennessee was definitely something new, but I enjoy learning about new places and new things.

Funny sidestory: My parents just moved to his area, and their neighbor complained first thing about the meth problem in the area. My mom freaked out (having also just been diagnosed with cancer) because they’d bought the house sight unseen and it’s a drug neighborhood (which it isn’t.) The second time I hear about this area (Kingsport/Bristol,) the fictional DEA is setting up a sting in a bluegrass music place. I did NOT tell my mom about this book because she’d freak out even more, though I do like to pass on titles of books I think she’ll enjoy–like this one.

Back to the review: This story is about Kylie, a widowed musician whose husband had been a cheater and a liar. She’s tender and doesn’t trust easily, so when Ren, a man working with the DEA steals her heart while investigating her, it’s understandable when she shows him the door. The plot here is nothing new, but the writing style brings these characters and the story to life. There were a few things that bothered me, mostly Cooper’s attitude (he’s Kylie’s brother.) At one point, he spouted off about his mother being a whore, his sister being a bastard, and his father being a queer. Those judgmental, old-fashioned prejudices pissed me off, but then I reasoned that there are people like that in every family–mine included–who we love but want to smack over the head. Kudoes to Ms. Mims that her story engaged me enough to make me want to shake a character. (I’m pretty sure Cooper is the focus of the next book, so hopefully someone teaches him to be more open-minded and less judgmental.)

Overall, I liked this book. The writing style was engaging, and the story was good. Mist has it all–jams, intrigue, love, heartbreak, and forgiveness.


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KB Interview: Food Junkies by Vera Tarman & Phil Werdell

KB Welcomes Food Junkies!

  1. What is something you’ve lied about?

mediakit_bookcover_foodjunkiesOh yes, I have lied about my food – the choices, the amount, the actual way I have eaten. My book Food Junkies: The Truth about Food Addiction is all about how we, as food addicts, behave in the same sneaky and conniving way how other addicts do with their drugs. I have lied about how much I ate, what I ate, the way that I ate – often by omission, but sometimes just frank outright lies. My book is one of the first times I have admitted to some of these ‘secrets’  – those dark places that my food addiction has led me to.

  1. Who is the last person you hugged?

My partner! We try to hug daily. Though, probably I hug my dog most frequently – she gets many more hugs than anyone else!

  1. What are you reading now?

I always have a fiction and a non-fiction going simultaneously and an audible book as well. So the audible book is about the Gut, the non-fiction is called Girls and Se (about sexuality in the younger women of today), and the fiction is a crime drama – John Hart’s King of Lies.

  1. How do you come up with the titles to your books?

My editor came up with the title Food Junkies: the Truth About Food Addiction.  I loved it as soon as I heard it, since I work with opiate addicts, which we call junkies. I know that both addictions are similar on many levels.

  1. Share your dream cast for your book.

If this is referring to people who would be cast for the book, should it be a movie – Oprah! She would have to be one of the food addicts. And Ellen DE ‘Generous ‘s girlfriend, who struggles with food as well.

If this question means instead: what do I want or dream about happening for the book? My hope is that it becomes the known primer for food addiction. That all students in the social services be required to read it; that all treatment centers, personal trainers, obesity and diet clinics use this book for their work and ask that everyone read it. That every women who worries about her weight and tries to tame her food cravings with diets (that never work and just make things worse), read the book and find relief.


Is it possible to be addicted to food? When does indulging in ‘comfort’ food become substance abuse? Is it possible that there is more than a lack of will power at work when someone can’t stop eating? In Food Junkies, Vera Tarman and Phil Werdell explain what is – and isn’t – food addiction, tackling this complex and poorly understood problem through the stories of many survivors and from the perspectives of medical researchers/practitioners. They break down the science behind the research so that anyone can understand it, and take a fresh look at obesity, overeating, binge eating, anorexia and bulimia. For people struggling with these issues — and their families — recognizing the condition is the first step to gaining the kind of support and advice they need.

Food Junkies (finalist in the 2016 Voice Arts Awards) offers hope and guidance. Read by Lisa Bunting, according to one audible customer review, her “calming voice assists with decreasing the shame so often found with addiction and can open the listener up to actually hearing,” while another noted the audiobook version “brought the science to life in a different way than the book. It made it even more real as one can’t ‘skim’ or ‘rush’ through the life-changing content.”




AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Vera Tarman is a medical practitioner who focuses on addictions. She is the medical director of Renascent, an addictions treatment centre. Dr. Tarman conducts workshops and speaking engagements on the science of food addiction and “comfort food” abuse. She has reached audiences across the world. She lives in Toronto.

Phil Werdell is a recovering food addict, a social work clinician, and an educator. He is the primary organizer of the Food Addiction Institute and the International Society of Food Addiction Professionals, and is Director of ACORN’s Professional Training Program. Phil currently teaches Addictions Studies at Springfield College, School of Human Services, Tampa. He lives in Florida.


Lisa Bunting is a stage, screen and voice actor, drama instructor, audition coach, and professional skills development simulator.  For Post Hypnotic Press, she has narrated the non-fiction self-help titles The Woman Who Changed Her Brain, The Remarriage Blueprint, Voice Arts Awards-nominated Food Junkies and the forthcoming i-Minds. She was named Best Supporting Actress at LA’s Focus International Film Festival, Winter 2015. She is a member of Canadian Actors’ Equity and ACTRA.



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KB Guest: Donna Del Oro’s Jake Bernstein Series

Welcome Donna Del Oro, author of the Jake Bernstein Series!


mediakit_authorphoto_abodyguardofliesI began researching the FBI on a whim and the more I learned about them, the  more fascinated I became. I developed an FBI source that has helped me with the details of an agent’s investigation, his/her limitations and restrictions by the Dept. of Justice and the nation’s Attorney General. Lately, of course, the FBI’s Director James Comey has been in the press a lot due to Hillary Clinton’s email scandals. I learned even more about how sharing/exposing classified documents is a serious violation of the Espionage Act, and the penalty can be a fine of $100,000 or more, or five years in prison or more.

I admire the FBI agents who work for little money, are under the severest scrutiny by the Justice Dept. and Congress, put themselves in constant danger for the sake of law and order, dedicate themselves to our national security, and are little understood by the American public. These devoted men and women are our heroes.

My FBI series, featuring Special Agent Jake Bernstein, is my way of showing respect and gratitude to all that they do to keep us safe.


mediakit_bookcover_liesinwaitA riveting blend of romantic thriller, mystery and WWII espionage that spans sixty years of lies. England’s secret service agency MI5 recruits Jewish-American FBI analyst Jake Bernstein to go undercover and investigate an elderly, naturalized American grandmother, suspected of being a notorious Nazi spy wanted for war crimes during WWII. Jake runs into a series of complications: This spy knows a secret that could endanger the British royal family; Jake’s attraction to the old woman’s beautiful granddaughter; a ruthless and violent Irish neo-Nazi group is tracking him; and a clever, cagey old lady stands in the way of justice. His priority shifts from finding the evidence to staying alive!


mediakit_bookcover_wheredangerliesBreakfast in the hotel dining room was to be served at 7 a.m.. Next stop: Cardiff, the capital of Wales, then their ferry ride to Ireland. He’d finally looked over the itinerary. The motor coach would be leaving that afternoon, after a tour and lunch in Bath. A quick perusal of the day’s agenda showed him they had the afternoon free to wander around Bath and do some shopping. Maybe he could invite Meg and her grandmother to spend some time with him.

Still drowsy with sleep, he looked over at the pillow next to his. Visualizing Meg lying there, her lush hair with all its variegated blonde hues fanned out, stirred him. The erection he’d awakened with grew harder; not surprising, he thought, considering his celibacy of late. Strictly his choice, despite the offers tossed his way.

The opportunities had been there and he’d ignored them, stubborn man that he was.  Even late last night, when the two New Jersey sisters had called and invited him to a private party in Hank’s room. He’d declined tactfully.

At thirty-two years old, he found himself holding out for more.

mediakit_bookcover_abodyguardofliesStupid fool, he scolded himself. Or as the Brits would say, sodding wanker!  Or something to that effect. He should learn to take it when it was offered to him on a platter, free of charge.  All he had to do was be nice to a girl for a few hours, promise to call her, and then…

Ah, but as Grandpa Nate would say, “nussing is free in dis vorld”.

Dreams of Meg had plagued him—rather entertained him—all night. Even now, recalling how her small, plump breasts bounced up and down while she ran alongside him, how her long ponytail swung back and forth, filled him with unbridled lust. The one time they’d stopped at the Roman ruins, they’d let their arms brush together. Neither had pulled away. Just that light touch had flooded his insides with longing. She appeared to feel the same.  She’d flushed to the roots of her hair and after that, had touched him in some small way every chance she got. Each touch was electric, sizzling!

What he liked about her was her total lack of coyness or flirtatiousness. Meg was straightforward, without guile; she wasn’t playing games. He could read the honesty in her face when she told him about her breakup with the ex-fiancé and her distrust of men and their empty promises and vows. All lies, she’d mused with just a hint of bitterness. She’d finally come to accept the reality of men.

Or some men, she’d amended, adding quickly that she’d apologize if she was offending him. No, he’d said; I agree with you. Most men lie through their teeth. It’s a guy thing.

That admission had elicited a small, rueful laugh from both of them. And she’d let her arm brush his again, as if to reassure him. He was different, she was saying.

No, I’m not, he’d wanted to say. I’m a liar, an impostor. And you’re going to hate me when this is all over.

mediakit_specialbannerforbookreleaseAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Donna is a retired high school English teacher and is finally able to fulfill her dream of writing fiction. She lives in Northern California with her husband and three cats. When she’s not writing novels, she’s singing with the Sacramento Valley Chorus or traveling with her husband. Life is good and she feels very blessed.

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Kissing Bandits Interview: Meadows Shore Series by Eva Charles

KB welcomes Eva Charles, author of the Meadows Shore series



KB: Welcome to Kissing Bandits Blog! Tell us a little bit about yourself!

First, thank you so very much for having me today! I’m the author of the Meadows Shore series, sweet contemporary romance with some sizzle. Before embarking on my writing journey last year, I spent decades as an advocate, counselor and attorney, working on behalf of women and children, most of it in the field of domestic violence, and child abuse and neglect. I have two adult sons, and I live with the love of my life and two adorable dogs in Western Massachusetts.

KB: Tell us a little bit about your most recent release.

The most recent release is Petite Madeleine, a second chance romance. Cassie and Drew were college sweethearts, separated by tragedy, but after ten long years they meet again by chance. He’s now the sexy general manager of the Boston Blues baseball team, and she’s an award-winning baker in Baltimore. But ten years is a long time, and while Drew’s life is back on track, Cassie is struggling with the aftermath of breast cancer.

KB: Describe how you came up with the idea for your series?

My own ethnicity was the inspiration for the series. I gave the characters a Portuguese heritage because there are few, if any, romance novels written in the United States about Portuguese families. As a first generation Portuguese-American woman, the series has afforded me an opportunity to share bits and pieces about the culture, like the food, customs, and the central role that family plays in the lives of individuals. Some of the books have more cultural references than others, but family plays a significant role in each story.

If you could have drinks with anybody (real/fiction, living/dead,) who would you choose and why? What would be the topic of conversation?

Mary Rose Tudor, the fun-loving youngest sister of Henry VIII. I’m a history buff, especially drawn toward the role women played in shaping our world. I’m currently revisiting the Tudor era through the eyes of Antonia Fraser, whose work is flawless. As the darling of Henry’s Court, Mary enjoyed an unusual amount of freedom, and was privy to many things that others were not privy to. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to the king, and risked everything to be with the man she loved. I would ask her about her relationship with Katherine of Aragon, Henry’s first wife, and beg her to dish on Anne Boleyn

What is something nobody would guess about you?

I collect perfume—especially hard to find perfume. If you rummage through my bedroom, you’ll find my vast collection in the second drawer of an antique dresser, away from damaging light. I hoard it, wear it, and occasionally share it with others who are drawn to scent. My harmless addiction shows up in all my books. I try to match the character with the kind of scent that best suits her personality. For example, classy Sophie Clayton wears the light and beautiful Après L’Ondee on her wedding day, Alexa Petersen falls in love with Aqua Allegoria Pamplelune, a dark grapefruit fragrance, and Ella Clayton will wear Tobacco Vanilla and Carnal Flower in an upcoming book that takes place in New Orleans.

Tell us about your first kiss.

My very first kiss was during a game of spin the bottle, played in a friend’s basement after school. We were twelve, and the only thing special about it was that it was illicit. My real first kiss happened a few years later on a deserted beach, behind the seawall, under a moonlit sky. The boy was two years older, and had a lot of experience with kissing. I still remember the breathless feeling, and the heat that swept through me while his mouth explored mine. His kisses were intoxicating. I often summon that night when I’m writing about a first kiss.


mediakit_bookcover_mysweetsashaPrepare to fall in love with the Claytons and Harringtons and their rich Portuguese heritage. A Wedding at Meadows Shore is the first book in the series. In it, you’ll meet the family and visit their beloved Meadows Shore nestled along the moody Atlantic in the charming seaside town of Fair Harbor.

It all begins with Sophie’s story, where she discards the past and learns to trust herself and others. The series follows the lives of her sisters and cousins while they, too, sort through their baggage and fall in love. Travel with them on their romantic journeys, stopping in rural Minnesota, New Orleans, and other enchanted places along the way.

They are wealthy and powerful, but suffer pain and loss much like the rest of us. Even great privilege can’t shield them from those experiences. But despite their wealth and power, I think you’ll find them approachable and down-to-earth—or as Cole Harrington would say: “We put our pants on one leg at a time, same as everybody else.”

There’s an old Portuguese adage, “the rooster crows loudly, but it’s the hen who’s in charge.” And so it is with the Claytons and Harringtons: strong women, alpha males, and of course, Avó Angelina, the family matriarch who keeps them all on their best behavior.

Bem vindo à família, Welcome to the family!

Excerpt Three:

Petite Madeleine

mediakit_bookcover_petitemadeleineThe waitress brought a dish of plump dumplings with golden, crispy skins. “These little suckers are amazing. Close your eyes,” he said carefully lifting the plumpest dumpling off the plate with chopsticks, and giving it a quick dunk in the sauce.

“Close my eyes?”

“Yeah. Everything’s better with your eyes closed. Your sense of smell, and all the sensations on your tongue, will be heightened.”

She leaned toward him, resting a hand on his thigh. “Are we talking about dumplings? Because I remember that you liked me to keep my eyes open.”

His groan sent a shudder, a powerful surge through him that nearly dislodged the dumpling from the chopsticks and sent it toppling into her lap.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he leaned closer to her. “We’ll try it both ways, first with your eyes open so I can watch you come apart, and then you’ll close them, and I’ll use my imagination when you begin to tumble…” He leaned in even closer. “But I’m not sure if I can trust you not to peek, we may need a blindfold to keep you honest.”

She gulped softly, and a small moan escaped from her lips.

He smiled. “Just remember, I’m not the one who keeps steering the conversation in that direction. Now close ‘em,” he commanded, bringing the succulent morsel to her mouth.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

mediakit_bookcover_aweddingatmeadowsshoreEva Charles is the author of the multi-titled Meadows Shore Series chronicling the lives and loves of the Clayton-Harrington family. She invites you to visit their beloved Meadows Shore, nestled in the charming seaside town of Fair Harbor, where you’ll enjoy love, laughter, loyalty, and an abundance of mouth-watering food, Portuguese style.

After being a confirmed city-girl for more than thirty-five years, Eva moved to beautiful western Massachusetts in 2014. There, she found herself living in the woods with no job, no friends (unless you count the turkeys, deer, and coyotes roaming the backyard), and no children underfoot, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking. But as it turned out, it was the perfect setting to take all those yarns spinning in her head and weave them into a romantic tale.

When she’s not writing, trying to squeeze information out of her tight-lipped sons or playing with the two cutest dogs you’ve ever seen, Eva’s creating chapters in her own love story.


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KB Interview: Patricia Steffy

The Interview: Patricia Steffy


KB: Welcome to Kissing Bandits Blog! Tell us a little bit about yourself!

Thank you for having me here!

Five years ago (can’t believe it has been that long already) I left my analyst job for a major corporate law firm to go looking for something else. I had been there nearly 17 years, and I decided I wanted to pursue something with actual intention. I was already writing in my spare time, and I had been doing some indie film producing. Finally, I took the leap and quit. I’m now a full-time author, screenwriter and travel writer living in Los Angeles and looking for ways to make my stories (and the stories of others) touch people.

“My Letter to Fear” was my first completed project following the break with my old life.

KB: Tell us a little bit about your most recent release.

“My Letter to Fear” is a collection of essays based on interviews with a group of women from around the United States, Canada, the UK and Australia. The idea was sparked after a conversation with a therapist friend of mine who told me about a letter-writing technique used in therapy. Basically, people write letters to whatever issues they are dealing with at the time: anxiety, depression, loss, addiction, fear, etc. I started to wonder what I would say to the issues that I was dealing with at the time (major life changes) and what my friends would say. The interviews grew from there as the initial set of questions was refined and then spread by my friends to their friends and family and so on. There were no restrictions on ethnicity, age, sexual preference, etc., and in the end, the group was quite diverse. I wanted to see if there were any universally relatable issues. It turns out, the answer was “Yes!”

The collection is by turns funny, ridiculous, heartbreaking, frustrating and hopeful – much like life. It covers issues like beauty myths, aging, unmet life expectations, dating, addiction, abuse and rape, among others. It’s about starting over, and it’s about strength.

Pieces from the final collection were presented as part of a staged reading with some really fabulous actresses. You can see clips of it here:

KB: What was your defining moment as a writer?

There have been two staged readings for the book – the first was when the book was largely pieces from a blog I was writing and the second was after 40-45 more had been written and “My Letter to Fear” had just been published. While I felt accomplished getting the book published and sent out into the world, I can’t quite describe the power of seeing people react to my words at those readings. Hearing people laugh, seeing the tears, watching the nods of understanding – those things were not only encouraging but an example of how my words could actually impact people.

Similarly, I wrote a 10-episode comedy web series called “Dating in LA and Other Urban Myths.” We filmed a sizzle reel for it, and again that rush of seeing my words come to life around me was pretty incredible. You can see it here:

KB: What made you want to become a writer?

I feel like I’ve always been writing in some ways. I distinctly remember writing what is now called “fan fiction” long before that was a thing. But even with that, I didn’t really consider doing anything professionally until around 2010. I had been writing a blog, but not under my own name, and a friend of mine was reading it (not initially knowing that I was the one writing it). When she mentioned it, and I fessed up about writing it, she immediately suggested that there was a television or web series in it. It took a little while for me to get used to the idea, but eventually the scripts started coming for it.

Once the idea of really being able to communicate ideas and stories to a larger audience took hold, there was no looking back.

KB: Pick out one of the best lines in your essays. What do you love about it?

There are so many, but this one always grabs me:

“Well, the good news is at 24 people are still worried about your self-esteem. If you complete any task before 25 people will refer to you as precocious. After 25 the only things you’ll be precocious at is death.” From Perspective in “My Letter to Fear”

The line seems emblematic of so many of the issues women struggle with when they look at their lives and compare it to the expectations they had for their lives at a younger age. It’s also an interesting perspective on life. If you feel that you are struggling, you read that line as a rather grim truth. If you feel successful, you can wryly appreciate it, but you know that you still have choices, options and opportunities in front of you.

KB: What are your top three guilty pleasures?

Can I list chocolate for all three of them? No? Let’s leave chocolate at the top of the list.

For the second, I will admit to having a strange obsession with HGTV and those “Tiny House” shows. I love watching how they design these very small spaces to fit so many different purposes. Ingenious! Of course, I also like to believe that I could live in that space with my boyfriend without going insane. That might be optimistic.

The third one probably involves wine tastings. I didn’t really find a love and appreciation for the complexity of wine (or the wine-making process) until 2009. I now belong to a wine club where I’ve learned so much and had such a good time with friends doing it!

KB: What kinds of female characters do you prefer to write?

I love exploring flawed characters. I create female characters with struggles, and not all of the feelings they express are noble. Perfect people with perfect responses don’t move me nearly as much as people who flounder and then get back up again.

What I think is interesting is that writers will often get push back from people when the main female character does some questionable, even unlikeable things. This seems less true when you create anti-hero male lead characters. To my mind, if the character is interesting and the story is compelling, I’m still going to want to see their journey, even if I don’t always applaud their actions.

My Letter to Fear by Patricia Steffy

GENRE:  Essays/Memoir


mediakit_bookcover_mylettertofearOver the course of two years, Steffy conducted interviews with the fabulous women around her and their equally fantastic friends. She put no restrictions on age, or ethnicity. They just needed to be willing to answer some questions. The questions covered a variety of topics, including aging, body image, abuse, rape, addiction, confidence, loss, beauty myths, and fear. Steffy asked them about the expectations they had for their lives when they were very young versus their current realities as adults. She asked them to tell her the best things about themselves (a question which was surprisingly difficult for people to answer) and the worst things. Those answers—the funny, the heartbreaking, and the hysterical—and her own experiences became the basis for these essays.


From Pieces of Her

After a particularly bad week, she startled at the image before her in the mirror. There had been a flash, something fleeting and unrecognizable. It was her, but not. She was cold and in pieces—a sort of marble statue that had become smaller and more marred with each lie she told, each one she accepted. And somehow she knew that the lies she had told herself had done as much damage as the lies she had told others. …

From Ouch

In addition to the war on pubic hair, do the women of Los Angeles now have to wonder if the color of their anal ring is pleasing? Should we be shooting for pearl, or something so white that the glow can be seen from space? “Roger, Houston. We can see the Great Wall of China, the San Andreas fault line and some girl’s anal ring.” …

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

IMG_8303 Patricia Steffy attended Kenyon College and American University. She is a recent refugee from the corporate world where she worked as an analyst for a law firm for more than 16 years. An escape plan started to develop as she pursued her interests as a writer and producer through Circe’s World Films. She has been involved in co- and exec-producing a number of feature and short films ranging from broad comedy to psychological drama, including the award-winning short Touch. She is currently developing Dating in LA and Other Urban Myths as a web series. The series is based on her long-running blog of the same name.


Pieces from My Letter to Fear were featured in a one-night only special showcase event. The showcase was directed by Danielle Turchiano and featured readings from Nikki DeLoach (Awkward.), Lesley Fera (Pretty Little Liars), Stevie Lynn Jones (Crisis), Jen Lilley (Days of Our Lives), Roma Maffia (Pretty Little Liars), Dennisha Pratt (The Sunny Side Up Show), and Carla Renata (Hart of Dixie). You can see excerpts from the readings here:

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Kissing Bandits Interview: Moonlight Market by Aidee Ladnier

The Setting of THE MOONLIGHT MARKET by Aidee Ladnier

nbtm_tourbanner_themoonlightmarketWhen I set out to write THE MOONLIGHT MARKET, I knew I wanted to write an “up all night” story where the characters stayed awake into the wee hours of the morning, tired and unable to censor themselves, vulnerable and honest. So I looked for things that people do in the nighttime. I came across the night markets or night bazaars of Asia while looking on Pinterest. Usually these are places where you can leisurely stroll through an open-air market, eating and shopping under the stars. The pictures I’ve seen have tents all illuminated, making for a carnival-like feel with bright colors and light. They are slowly gaining a foothold in the US as well, and I’ve seen advertisements for them pop up all over the country, some even naming themselves “moonlight markets” instead of night markets.

So I had my place but I wanted to build a little magic into the mix. I decided to populate my place with people that are there one minute and gone the next. I thought of performers on a circuit, of circuses and carnivals, with spangled costumes that dazzle the eyes and leave a retinal burn behind. So I added performances to my market. The Moonlight Market would inhabit the fictional town of Kindle Bay up the coast. But it would only be there for a single weekend, and then all the people in it would leave.

As the Moonlight Market is made up artist’s stalls, performance areas, and food vendors, I thought about the shape of the field it would occupy. Fairgrounds can be asymmetrical but rarely in a regimented way. However, I wanted my market to be special, so all the stalls and tables and tents were laid out in the shape of a crescent moon. This would allow for a long throughway and a big dark field in the center. I needed that dark space in the story to give my two heroes a place to pause. And it was also a convenient way to sneak a shortcut into the field.

I love the setting of my Moonlight Market, where anything is possible. You can find vintage toys from travelers to the Far East. You can buy food that will soothe your soul. You can meet your future while looking for your past. And you can meet strangers that are friends. As the flyer to the Moonlight Market encourages, experience the thrills under the cover of darkness! Have an adventure! But I’ll also leave you with a warning—keep to the lighted path.

The Moonlight Market by Aidee Ladnier

GENRE:  LGBTTQ, Fantasy & Paranormal, New Adult


mediakit_bookcover_moonlightmarketCollege senior Cory Long tracked his missing sister to the magical Moonlight Market to bring her home. Instead, he found a disorienting world of performers and hawkers, bizarre sights and sounds, and one very familiar showman, Sanderson Beets. Like a drowning man, he latched onto Sanderson, trusting him to navigate the twists and turns of the Market as unerringly as he had steered Cory to passion in their furtive trysts on campus.

But Sanderson was tired of being the quickie in the alley.

Sanderson Beets had escaped the Moonlight Market to attend college, hoping to settle into a normal life, maybe meet someone and fall in love. To obtain that new life he made a dangerous bargain. And when the sinister woman known as the Weaver of Dreams is involved, second chances always come with strings attached…and sacrifices. Sanderson’s debt has come due, and the only payment he has to offer is Cory, and their chance at a relationship.


He almost ignored it.


Tiny bells tinkled nearby.

They sounded closer.

His skin tightened with goose bumps.

Niari glided into the pool of light cast by the lantern hanging on the back of the tent. Her long, inky dress brushed the bells on her ankles and pulled the shadows forward with her.

“Your debt is coming due.” Her trilling, accented voice floated over the noise from the fairway beyond. In front of the tent children giggled and laughed, the calliope blared out its joyous concert, and the lanterns burned away the darkness. But Sanderson stood in the shadows behind…with her.

Sweat coated his palm, and it slipped from the curtain. He swiped at the bead of perspiration on his upper lip, the pit of his stomach icing into a lump.

“I found someone.” He blurted out the words. “A lost soul. Someone who’s lost something.”

Panic bloomed in Sanderson’s chest. Was he actually going to offer Cory to the Weaver? Cory who just wanted to find his missing sister. Cory of the soft hair, bitable nipples, and beautiful, slim cock. Who made Sanderson feel normal. Like a regular guy.

“Good.” Her smile widened, filled with too many tiny teeth that gleamed bright in the lantern light. “Are they tasty and ripe?”

“Madame?” Sanderson’s gut twisted at the hard glitter in her eyes. A chill crept down his spine. She looked…hungry.

He blinked. Niari stood before him, still and silent, waiting, just a woman again. The malevolent flash must have been a trick of the dim light. He shrugged off the unease and shook the numbness from his fingers.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

mediakit_authorphoto_moonlightmarketAidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee’s to write both romance and erotica with a little science-fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.

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Kissing Bandits Guest Blogger: Jason Pere #Callingthereaper

Balancing life and writing by Jason Pere

authorpictureThe balance of life and writing is one of the big questions that comes up all the time for indie writers and apprising authors. Other artists, as well as close friends and family ask me how I find the time. I will tell you that holding down a full time job, the joys of homeownership, being a worthwhile spouse and guardian of several little fur creatures is already a taxing demand. Adding to that, being an author with all the accompany dreams of publishing a best seller and you can quickly see that twenty four hours in a day just feels inadequate.

I am fortunate that I have a supportive circle of loved ones who are willing to afford me the needed time to shut out the rest of the world and pound away at my lap top when I have to make a writing deadline. Even with people that will let me comment some time to my art I still need to log some extra hours in order to tell my stories. I think that is the crux of the issue, in that you actually have to go out of balance in some aspects of your life if you want to pursue your passions outside of family and vocation. I take my computer with me to work and scarf down my meals when I have a few stolen moments so I can actually write on my lunch break. They say that 3:00a.m is the hour or writers and poets and they are not wrong. Many times I will tuck my wife into bed or get up extra early so I can creep down stairs and put some words on the page. Being an indie author is by and large about stealing moments from the daily grind and putting them towards your craft. I say that if I can produce 1,000 words a day then I am happy with my progress and can sleep soundly.

I think that in the short term, if you want to seriously pursue art as a profession then you need to be prepared to have the scales tip far out of your favor for a time. It means taking on a lot of stress, anxiety and heartache so that you can start building a foundation. I think that, like anything else, writing is as much about paying your dues as it is about being a good. It is my hope that the world can only ignore a formidable artist for so long and that years of passion and dedication shall eventually bring a happy balance for those who stay the course.

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mediakit_bookcover_callingthereaperThe time of the Unity has ended. Now, the realm of man is stranded between Paradise and Purgatory. The Valkyrie and Reaper battle over the fate of all who pass from the land of the living and into the afterlife.

Eight mortal spirits from vastly different worlds tread the same, inevitable path toward their last, crucial decision. Within them all exists the defining conflict every man must face—to look upon the end of their life with glory and honor, or to give credence to their baser longings, calling the Reaper to their own demise.

In this rich, harrowing tale of pride, deceit, honor, vengeance, and redemption, each individual must battle their inner turmoil, facing the sacrifices they have made before their unavoidable end in the land of the living.

But their last day in life is also their first day of death amidst the terrors of the underworld. Lord Master Death wants them all…and the real battle has only just begun.


Aristo reached far within and blocked all the pain shooting through his being. I am mediakit_originalartwork_gates-of-purgatoryPraetorian, my flesh does my bidding. Again, he commanded his eyes to open. When he finally managed to force them open, the agony consuming his head must have felt very much like staring straight into the blazes of the sun. He felt the tearing of skin as his world instantly turned from the darkest black to a moment of brightest white. His eyes watered heavily and he blinked, trying to clear away at least some of the dried blood which had sealed his eyes shut. For several moments, everything was a blur, but then he could distinguish colors and shapes again.

He nearly wished that he had in fact been blinded; he would have at least been spared the image before him. Aristo had been wounded in battle before, but never like this. His body lay covered in a blanket of dried crimson. No one would have known that he bore the deep purple uniform of the Praetorian Legion had they even bothered to look at him. It was confounding that he had bled so profusely and could still draw breath, still feel the beat of his heart within his chest. A moment of warrior’s pride overtook him when he studied his twisted form and realized the excruciating pain was not unwarranted. Then he remembered.

Captured, he thought. I’ve been captured.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jason Pere is a born-and-raised New Englander. He always had a passion for the arts and creative storytelling. At the age of thirteen, Jason took up the craft of acting for film and theater. He pursued that interest for over a decade until refocusing his medium of expression into writing.

At first, Jason took a causal interest in writing, starting with poetry and journaling. Over time, he honed his direction and finally began writing larger works. In November of 2012, Jason self-published his first book, Modern Knighthood: Diary of a Warrior Poet.

Since then, Jason has continued writing on his own, mostly short stories and poetry. Calling the Reaper was his first experience committing to a full-length Fiction title.

In early 2015, Jason became affiliated with Collaborative Writing Challenge (CWC). Since then, he has joined many other writers on numerous collaborative projects. Jason is a regular contributor to CWC and is scheduled to have multiple pieces of his work appear in their publications throughout 2016.

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Jason also writes fanfiction for Team Covenant on their Blog of the Pheonixborn, dedicated to the new game by Plaid Hat Games, ‘Ashes’. Go to to read Jason’s flash fiction work.

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KB Blitz: Naughty List Anthology

Naughty List Edited by Cori Vidae

GENRE: Romance anthology (sweet to erotic)


mediakit_bookcover_naughtylistSix holiday romances, from sexy to sweet, prove that love is better on the Naughty List.

A Christmas Maggie by Tiffany Reisz

All Daniel wanted for Christmas was to spoil his new girlfriend, Anya, make love under the tree, and ignore all his old heartaches. But the ghosts of Christmas past aren’t so easily forgotten especially when Maggie, his late wife, shows up to remind him why the past should stay in the past and why his Christmases-future could be the best of his life if he can finally let himself live and love in this Christmas present. (A Christmas Maggie is the final story in the Daniel trio [from the Original Sinners series] beginning with The Gift and followed by Daniel Part Two.)

Christmassy by Alexa Piper

When taotien Valerion and witchling Cora get together sparks fly. But on the way to visit Cora’s family for Christmas, they encounter a supernatural predator that will not only test their individual powers and abilities, but also their connection to one another.

My Midnight Cowboy by Pumpkin Spice

If chocolate is the way to a man’s heart, then pastry chef Lucy Baker has the recipe for success. But will her culinary skills melt the most hard-hearted bachelor in Wyoming? A chance encounter on a New Year’s Eve flight leaves two strangers to discover unbound pleasure and a hunger for sexual discovery.

In the Doghouse by Elizabeth Black

Nicky and Angela had just begun to add a little kink to their lives when, caught up in the influence of his dudebros he forgot their anniversary and broke Angela’s heart. Angela wants Nicky’s strong arms around her again, but first she wants him to fight for her. Can one night, a paddle and some restraints bridge the gap between them?

Winter’s Daughter by Doug Blakeslee

A child of the Fae—bound to winter and a promise given to her chosen mate. She must claim him before time runs out and all she loves in the world falls to ruin. A child of mortals—forgotten and discarded by the world, then torn from the most amazing woman he’s ever met. Trapped in the sort of fae-tale that rarely ends in happily ever after, are they strong enough to defy the odds and find love?

Stealing Time by Wendy Sparrow

As Father Time’s son, Zeit must sacrifice a mortal’s lifetime to the Fates each New Year’s Eve. Last year—inexplicably, really—he made an 11:59 substitution. The Fates are pissed and they’re after his mortal Hannah. With the year ending, he ought to figure out why he’d saved her—and and why he keeps doing it. Following an unlucky year, Hannah needs a week’s holiday in a lodge to unwind. What she gets is near-death experiences and a sexy immortal who can’t avoid kissing her, but might have to kill her. After all, even Zeit can’t hold back time indefinitely.



From A Christmas Maggie by Tiffany Reisz

Daniel sat forward in the chair, suddenly more awake than he’d ever been in his entire life. In front of him kneeling on the floor by his feet with her chin on his knee was Maggie, his wife who had been dead and buried for years.

“What?” he asked again, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him a wicked blue-eyed smile, her chestnut hair falling in waves around her oval face. She didn’t look a day over thirty-five, younger than he’d ever seen her. In fact she looked breathtaking—so young, so beautiful, so untouched by the pain and suffering the cancer had inflicted on her, the cancer that had killed his beautiful wife.

“Merry Christmas, Daniel.”

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Kissing Bandits Guest Blogger: JW Troemner #homelessness #markofthedragon

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Thank you so much for the opportunity to be here today!

Today I’d like to do something a little bit different and talk about one of the issues that I wound up learning a lot about while writing this book.

If you’ve had a chance to read Mark of the Dragon, you’ll know that our protagonists Rosario and Arkay start out homeless and living on the streets of Indianapolis. They’re fortunate enough to have a supernatural advantage, but the other homeless characters in the series (and real homeless individuals) aren’t so lucky.

Stereotypes paint homeless people as being “crazy” or dangerous, but the sad reality is that they’re in far more danger of being attacked or killed by people who have homes themselves. Those who escape violence from strangers are often in danger of getting ill from exposure to the elements; because they’re constantly being shooed out of the places where they bunker down, these people never get the chance to rest and get better, and healthcare can be nigh unattainable.

Homeless shelters are often underfunded and overcrowded, and because they’re most often run by religious organizations, LGBT+ individuals (like Arkay and Rosario) are often barred entry. Sometimes homeless individuals will form camps where they can have a relatively safe space to sleep and create a meeting point for organizations who want to offer assistance, but they can also inspire vitriol in the surrounding neighborhoods. The Valley in Urban Dragon is based on one of these, specifically the Irish Hill homeless camp in Indianapolis, which was bulldozed by local authorities in August of 2013.

There are plenty of guides on ways you can help the homeless (here are some ideas), but the best way to know what homeless people in your area need is to go up to them, start a conversation, and ask them how you can help. They’ll know what they need more than I can tell you.

 Mark of the Dragon

GENRE: Urban Fantasy


MediaKit_BookCover_UrbanDragonRosario Hernandez doesn’t ask for much. She’d like to sleep on a bed instead of a sidewalk, to know where her next meal is coming from, and maybe, if she’s really feeling optimistic, to get a girlfriend. More than anything, though, she wants her best friend Arkay to not murder anyone— because Arkay is a dragon, claws and all, and she has a penchant for vigilante justice. When Arkay’s latest escapade goes sour, Rosario gets stuck with a stolen van and a cooler full of human organs. Now they’re on the run, and it’s not just the cops who want answers. The owner of the cooler is still out there, and they want to replace what they’ve lost— by any means necessary.



At the Precinct:

At least a dozen police officers had gathered in the hallway, their weapons drawn. Another half dozen moved along the walls of the interrogation room like a pack of wolves, watching for an opening in Arkay’s defenses.

My dragon crouched in the corner, snarling like an animal. The interrogation table had been torn into pieces and hurled through the one-way mirror. The ground was strewn with pulverized cinderblock and silvery crumbles of broken glass. Arkay’s handcuffs had been ripped apart, and the broken metal cut into her skin. Blood poured from her wrists, staining the twisted metal bar she brandished like a club.

One of the officers, a six-foot white guy who looked like he could bench press a horse, charged forward. She rushed forward to meet him, bending low to grab him by a thigh that was nearly as thick around as her waist. So fast I could barely follow it, she yanked him up and over her back, using his own momentum to hurl him into a wall.  Blood darkened the fabric around his leg. I couldn’t tell if it was hers or his.

She snarled, and I ran past the last line of police into the tiny room. I stumbled between her and the fallen man, my hands outstretched.

“Arkay, it’s me!” I inched closer. She angled her body toward me, but her eyes kept darting to the officers around her.  “See? They let me in. Everything’s okay now.”

She grabbed me by the wrist and yanked me into the corner behind her with a snarl.

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MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_UrbanDragonJW Troemner was born in Germany and immigrated to the United States, where she lives with her partner in a house full of pets. Most days she can be found gazing longingly at sinkholes and abandoned buildings.





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