Thursday, 28 March 2013

#FFF Friday Flasher Fiction - Why are you following me?

Remember, there are many more 100 pieces based on this same picture. Check out the blog to read them all.

Carey followed the trail, happy to leave bikini central behind. The path ended at a waterfall and she took a seat on a well placed bench.


She jumped at her name, looking over her shoulder. “Doug?”

He stepped forward cautiously, his face serious. Her trip had been spur of the moment. How did he know she was here?

“Don’t blame her, but Ally told me. She also told me why you came.” He stepped carefully and sat on the bench as far from her as it would allow. “I only wanted you, Carey. The pictures...I always imagined you.”

This isn't quite the end for Carey and Doug, but I think their story will have to move to a Thursday or Saturday where I can have a few more words and possibly my own picture!

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

#WIP Wednesday #amwriting - The Fae

Hello! I thought I'd start a new weekly segment that's a bit of a cross between SexySnippets or Writing Warriors and A Round of Words. I'm calling it Work In Progress Wednesdays. Here I can give you a bit of a low down on how my various pieces are coming and give you a sample of my current project.

Blue Moon House prequels

Jocelyn: This piece has gone through two edits with my editor at Naughty Nights and I hope to have news on a release date soon!

Harry: I've given this one to NNP and my editor. I'm waiting to start work on it again.

Will: I have gotten comments back from a second pre-reader and made the changes. I expect to send this one to NNP soon.

Monday, 25 March 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Exploitation

When he erupted in his pants, he couldn't help but wonder what had set him off.

Lynn's breathing was heavy too, as though she had just reached a climax. She slipped under his arm and began kissing him. Kissing a woman, her plump red lips, was a pleasure he had nearly forgotten, one he had indulged last with the widow. Her released the post to hold Lynn, manoeuvring her onto the bed. Uncharacteristically, he seemed on the verge of orgasm again. How was she doing it?

“Yes, Harrold. Take me. Use me.” He almost stopped, hearing those words the way Veronica would use them, with scorn. Lynn noticed his hesitation and worked her toes into the back of his pants, crossing her ankles to pull him toward her. “I'm your whore now,” she said with a bright smile. “Put us in the black.”

That worked. Slipping fingers under her buttocks, he pulled her to the edge of the bed before burying himself in her. She sat up, to his surprise, and pulled his neck back down with her, kissing him again. The fire returned, something stoked by the kiss, and he thrust his hips in time with his pulse, quick and steady.

Read all the 200 word teasers on the blog.

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Dirk & Kam - Because you need a little more sexy in your life

Today, I'm thrilled to host Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler. You have one sexy blog.

Thank you, Angelica. Each day is so unique, which makes the development process so exciting for me.

How many tumblr feeds do you follow?

I actually had to go look. Between my laptop and cell, I’m following ten sites – gay, lesbian, straight, a mixture, and tattooed individuals.

Daring question, but how much time do spend flipping through images? Do you have folders for them?

Thursday, 21 March 2013

#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - What do you say to the Parents?

Read all the 100 word flashes by visiting the Blog.

She closed her eyes and swallowed. A firm hand took hold of hers, squeezing it, and she followed. There was no change in temperature, or humidity, or pressure, just across the parking lot.

“Open them,” he told her, taking both her hands in his.

Gasping, she stared at the spiral runes and stone columns amid the clouds.

“Where are we?” she asked, stepping closer to him. Would she fall back to earth if he didn’t keep her afloat?

“Home,” he said with a smile. “Don’t worry, my parents will love you every bit as much as I do.”

“Your parents?”

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

#ThrusdayThrills - Too Soon

Another Thursday, another thrill. Not sure how thrilling this one will be, but here we go. Make sure to check out the others on the blog.

Theresa looked out over the river, picturing Steve in his hip waders with his pole, swinging it lazily. It was late and the bugs were out, but he wouldn't mind.
"Reese?" Tyler asked, touching her shoulder. Steve's friend would probably be fishing with him. He wasn't wearing his gear today, though, and they both ignored the biting flies.
"Yeah?" she asked, not looking back. She didn't have room in her heart for Tyler right now.
"I just want you to know that I'm here if you need me. Anything at all." He squeezed her shoulder and kissed her temple.

Monday, 18 March 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Blood

She knew what would please him most — pain.

She slashed his inner thigh and sucked from that wound, hot blood pumping into her mouth. She had gone too deep. She did lick at the cut this time, praying for it to close, even though it meant her fountain would shut off. It did and she sighed in relief. Fighting herself, she rose and set the knife down, taking up the strap again. Aiming for the marks she had made, she beat Justin. He raised a hand to block the fifth blow and she set the strap down again.

“One.” She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.

He grunted at the sudden change, his hands closing in her hair. She considered doing to him what she had to Harry. She would need to be much more careful.

As he swelled in her mouth, she closed her teeth on him and looked up.

There it was, that beautiful expression that tied pain and pleasure into one. He flooded her mouth with both fluids and she drank, closing her eyes at the pleasure it gave her. She turned to the other thigh and bit again, needing more.

Remember to check out all the great teasers on the blog.

Saturday, 16 March 2013

His Secret Dancer - Faberge Nostromo

Today I welcome a debut author, Faberge Nostromo. His first release is His Secret Dancer, available from Breathless Press. I understand meeting Raven McAllen was a big part of your step into the author ring. Do you think you would have gotten there eventually on your own?

I like to think I might have - and I have lots of unfinished and not properly started projects on my Mac - but there was something about that particular meeting, by a swimming pool in South Africa that made me think "I can really do this". Raven was extremely supportive (via Facebook) once I was back in the UK and it was a real thrill to find that a year later, almost to the day, we were both releasing books on Breathless Press. Admittedly something like her 23rd against my 1st. I have a long way to go.

Heh, it's not a race. You'll have 23 one day! Your blog is fairly recent (four months old). Was that when your submission was accepted or when you finally took the jump into blogging?

Friday, 15 March 2013

Saturday #AfterDark - Spanking

I don't usually do spanking, but well, this photo did it for me! Read the other stories on the blog. Also, check out my spotlight on Erotic Promos!
This wasn't exactly what she had signed up for. She was looking for some spice, something new. She'd always liked the men who took charge in the bedroom, being able to bend over and let them go wild. So when she saw the ad for a trial as a submissive, she though maybe she'd stumbled on what she was missing.
As her ass flared with heat and pain, she still wasn't sure.
The Dom, her 'Master' assuming she got the terminology right, had started by taking her for coffee. They'd talked back and forth about good sexual experiences, lovers that had made her laugh, things that had made her cringe, anything she'd tried that she hadn't liked. It had been easy and informal and felt more like a date with a friend than anything. Stan had been open and friendly, encouraging her to go into detail, laughing with her and chiming in with this or that tidbit from his experience.
It hadn't felt weird until the end. "Now, Cara. You understand this is just a trial. I'm not going to ask you to make any commitments, and you won't require any of me. It will be one session to see what you think of the lifestyle. We might not fit well together, but you should get a sense if you want to be a submissive with someone else, or if you don't want to try again at all. Does that sound alright?"
She'd picked up her coffee to hide her sudden anxiety. "Yes. That sounds fine."
"Good. I'll text you with a time and place. If that doesn't work, we'll try another time. I'll give you three chances to meet with me and if you turn them down, I won't bother you again."
She nodded, feeling a little better. "Yeah, that's good. I'm free on Wednesday and Saturday nights," she reminded him.
He smiled. "I know. I'll text you."
She hadn't expected a wardrobe detail with the time and place, but it was simple enough to wear what he asked. It wasn't until now, her panties pushed down so he could slap her ass, that she realized her obedience had come almost without thought. Certainly, following his instructions once she entered the hotel room had been arousing: made to strip, to bend over and display herself. It was exactly what she'd been looking forward to.
She still wasn't sure what she had done wrong. Responded too slowly? But he had taken her over his knee and slapped her ass, hard. She could feel the entire hand print. She choked back a scream and bit her tongue. It had been one spank. Then he stood her up and asked her to continue the last instruction, fingering herself for him to watch.
She'd made more mistakes, and with each the number of swats on her behind had increased. Now she was kicking her heels up and tears poured down her cheeks.
"Cara," Stan said, his voice a little hoarse. "I need to know." His hand slid down between her flaming cheeks to brush her sex for the first time that night. "Do you want me to call again?"
He hadn't fucked, she hadn't come, she'd only obeyed his commands, and been spanked. This wasn't exactly what she'd signed up for, and yet...
Stan spread her wetness and she knew her answer. "Yes."
"Good." He slapped her ass one more time before sliding his fingers into her.

Thursday, 14 March 2013

Lucky In Love #Bloghop - A horseshoe where?

She toyed with piercing, still unsure, self-conscious.
"Don't play with it," Robin said, smacking her hand away. "You'll irritate it. And you heard what she said, no sex for a week."
Donna frowned. A week? It was what Jason wanted. He'd loved the beads in her navel, nose and ears. He'd urged her to pierce a nipple, the same as his. Those had all been fine. Her hand strayed to her lap.
Robin grabbed her hand and held it tightly, the webbing between her fingers straining. "Stop it."
"I know, it's just..." She looked down at the red skin, redder right around the injection site.
The door opened and Donna grabbed the throw to toss across her lap. She had worn a skirt home, unable to bear putting anything else on.
Jason took one look at the pair and sprinted for the couch.
"You did it? Can I see?"
"Don't play with it," Robin said again, wagging a finger in Jason's face.
"I know," he whined.
Donna pulled away the blanket to reveal the open loop strung through the hood of her clitoris.
"It's like the tiniest horseshoe," he said, his fingers straying around her pelvis, carefully avoiding the inflamed tissue. "My lucky day."

And it could be your lucky day too! Leave a comment to win a copy of the new Serviced Anthology, including my story, Leave Taking. Tell me about the itch you couldn't help but scratch. That one little thing that will annoy you until you have to remove it. Don't forget to include your email address. You'll also be entered to win the grand prizes:

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#FFF Flasher Fiction Friday - Beach Blues

Be sure to check out all the 100 word flashes by visiting the Blog.

Carey pulled her sunglasses down. The sun was warm on her skin, where she wasn’t covered by her wrap. The sound of the waves should have been calming, but she couldn’t relax.

 She was surrounded by women that belonged in Doug’s special folder. How was she supposed to enjoy herself here? Flopping back, she willed the tide to rise and wash her away.

Sand tickled her legs and she pushed up her glasses to scowl at the blond dancing in her bikini.

“What you hiding under there?” someone asked.

Carey looked, but couldn’t place the speaker amid all the people.

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

#ThursdayThrills - The Tube

It's Thursday Thrills again. Pop by the blog and check out all the other stories based on this picture.

The tube was packed, which didn't really surprise her. She usually stayed in the office a few minutes later just to avoid a crush like this. If she didn't have a date, and an early one, she would never have tried to travel at this time. She reminded herself to pinch Deidre the next time she saw her for setting this up.
Worse, she had to do a wardrobe change en route. Not a complete change, she wasn't an exhibitionist or anything, but she would swap her sweater for a glittery shawl and her pony tail for a pair of sparkling combs, and her shoes. All easy enough at her normal time, but it was difficult to spread her arms with so many people packed in the car.
She started with the easiest, her shoes. She fumbled in her oversized bag and pulled out the heels. Dropping them on the floor in front of her, she stepped out of her flats and into the heels. Spreading her feet she bent to pick up the flats.
She stopped with her hand not quite touching the shoes. A hand was on her ass. She tried to tell herself it was an arm or a hip, but it was definitely a hand. It cupped her cheek, squeezing, then slid toward the center. She held her breath. Should she hold still? It didn't feel bad, but...she shouldn't be doing this. Snatching her flats, she straightened quickly, stuffing them in the bag.

Tuesday, 12 March 2013

#HDH Hump Day Hook - Blue Moon House

Julia has the chance for immortality. She has the chance to become one of the vampires of Blue Moon House and fill her endless days with sex and blood. But first, she has to convince the vampires that they want her.

“Oh, god.” Julia felt herself draw near orgasm.

“Good. Let me know,” Lynn told her. The rubbing stopped as did the toy. “Breathe deeply. Yes, like that.” Lynn breathed with Julia for a few moments. “Wonderful.” Lynn started with the toy again, pumping it in and out of Julia several times before touching her clit again, this time with her tongue. Julia groaned and metal rattled as she shook her chains. Again the toy stopped and Lynn straighted. “Breathe,” she ordered, her pale hand on Julia’s heaving belly, caressing the folds. “Relax.”

Are you still enjoying my Hump Day Hooks? I'm planning to break off from the group, but if you pop in and aren't part of that circle, let me know! I'm happy to keep hooking. I'm just not happy with the group.

Monday, 11 March 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Together

Be sure to read all the 200 word pieces by visiting the blog.

Nicholas was happy to indulge her, licking up and flicking the bud of her clitoris. She rocked and his tongue followed her forward and back, tasting all of her. Reaching his hands around, he spread her lips to make his work that much more effective.
She moaned while his tongue was still in his mouth and he looked up. Sophia hadn't rested long, her hands working on Lynn's breasts while her lips sucked and nipped her neck. Her sloppy pussy was rubbing against him. It was a bit uncomfortable at the moment, but would have him hard again in no time.
Turning his focus back to Lynn, he attacked her clitoris, sucking, nipping and lapping at it in turns. Each worked for a while, then he switched to the next, keeping her on edge, building her pleasure.
Soon the soft wet sliding on his cock was impossible to ignore. Sophia agreed, sharing the information with Lynn. “He's ready for you,” she murmured, her teeth closing on Lynn's earlobe.
“Oh, thank heaven.” She slid back to impale herself on his now rigid phallus. Nicholas kept his thumb where his tongue had been, circling her clit while she rode.

Friday, 8 March 2013

Saturday #afterdark - Fire and Ice

Check out all the AfterDark moments on the blog.
She shivered as pale ice fingers opened her dress. It was cold, but warmer than anywhere else in Winter. Her nipples were hard points and ached as they were exposed to the cool breath of her husband.
"Did it hurt?" he asked, kneeling before her, his hands sliding down the back of her now bare legs.
"Yes," she said, eyes wide. "It was painful for you, too?"
He nodded, his silvery grey hair falling into his colorless eyes. That gaze held her, fixed. So different from the greens, golds and reds of her home. She touched her hair, feeling for something of Summer. Her fingers brushed the branches Olive had tied in, celebrating her wedding. As if being stranded in Winter every other season were something to celebrate. The life that sprung from those branches shot up her arms, and she stretched, releasing the magic into the bare twigs surrounding her. Moss and lichen, the only life in this place, surged toward her, covering the bare branches closest to her.
The grey fairy stopped his wandering fingers, reaching toward one of the now furry stems. He pulled back before touching it to reach for her hand. She lowered it, touching a few strands of his hair.
He pulled his head away, but too late, the strands she had touched no longer hung flat with the others, they sprang out, thick and curled.
"I'm sorry," she said, surprised that she was. Although he had taken her, in accordance with the peace treaty, he had never been harsh with her, only gentle.
He closed his eyes, then took her hand again, placing it on his chest.
She gasped as the magic still lingering in her fingertips shot into him. His eyes turned from pale white silver to gold and he grabbed for her, pulling her hips toward his face.
She shuddered as his magic, so strong here, pierced her like a thousand frosty needles. They shot up between her legs, into her belly, turning it to ice.
He didn't move from the spot, looking up at her with golden eyes, his mouth opening and tongue sampling her. The piercing came again, even more focused, and this time, it wasn't unpleasant.
She put her hands into his hair, her magic nearly gone. His hair shimmered, turning a pale pink for a moment before the hue receded to the roots, seeming to drain into his head. She held his head where it was and tried to resist the waves of pleasure that shot through her.

Thursday, 7 March 2013

#FFF Flash Fiction Friday - Goodbye, Doug

Check out all the other 100 word flasher based on this picture by visiting the blog.

Doug had been surprised at the cool reception when Carey came home. He’d expected a big hug and kiss and gotten brushed off. He poked his head into the bedroom, ready to pull it back if she bit it off.

“Is it safe?” he asked.

She was zipping up the suitcase, but it didn’t look empty, bulging slightly. She looked over her shoulder. “Very safe. Here you go.”

He took the bag, looking at it. “What’s this?”

“You’re things. I’ll talk to you later, Doug.” Her ponytail clipped him across the face as she spun, walking away.

What the hell?

#Serviced #Anthology Giveaway - Can we draft you?

The Serviced Anthology is hot off Breathless Press and the contributing authors are giving away a copy each (that's ten!) to people who help us whip up some buzz about it. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to like the facebook pages for the Anthology and each of the contributing authors. I know, we ask so much of you. If you want to see what all the buzz is about, scroll down and check out each of my interviews. They all include an excerpt.

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Wednesday, 6 March 2013

#ThursdayThrills - Do You Trust Your Master?

Apologies for pushing the limits with this one. It's almost exactly 1000 words. Unfortunately, once it started, it didn't want to stop. Be sure to read the other, likely shorter, Thursday Thrills!

With shaking hands she turned the card over. The first had been of the Fishermans Wharf and ordered her to appear in the afternoon wearing a red skirt. Her Master had come up behind her, directed her around the district while his hands moved over and under her clothing. The second had been a streetcar, instructing her what time and stop she should board. Again, he made his way behind her, telling her when to get off and then leading her, blindfolded.

This was of the bridge.

Be at Vista Point at 9PM tonight. Pack a bag with one item of apparel, one toy, and something that defines you.

#Serviced #Anthology - @AllieABurrow

Time to introduce another author from Breathless Press' Serviced Anthology. Today I have Allie Burrow. Your blog features a lot of other authors. Where do you find them? How do you choose who to host?

I shall let you in a little secret (actually it’s not a secret at all, LOL)... Allie A Burrow is the pen name for my naughty alter-ego. She doesn’t get out much though. Not like my main alter-ego, Aurelia B Rowl.

As Aurelia, I am very active on social networks and Facebook groups, which is how I have met – in the virtual sense – many fabulous, and extremely generous authors. The writing community is so supportive, it’s nice to be able to give a little something back so each week, I have a guest on my blog, alternating between Aurelia and Allie, for both mainstream and ‘adult’ romance stories.

I have a blog request form on both of my websites, so anybody can ask to get involved. I also do shout outs with available dates on Facebook and Twitter and they are generally snapped up pretty quickly. I also have a Young Adult blog, still very new, that I intend to grow over the next twelve months.

Well, you heard the lady. Fill in the form! Your Christmas Giveaway looks to have been a big undertaking. What gave you the idea? How did it go? Did you get the turnout you'd hoped for?

Tuesday, 5 March 2013

#HDH Hump Day Hook - Blue Moon House

Blue Moon House remains my only solo work. It will be joined by prequels soon, but I hope you'll consider reading the original first. Here's a taste to draw you in. Be sure to check out the other great hooks by visiting the blog.

Sophia’s blue eyes filled Julia’s swimming vision. Her last command had been to look at her. Her throat was hoarse from screaming in pleasure, in pain; her chest was heaving with the effort of her vaginal contractions, pulling her diaphragm, her thighs; all of her was consumed by the continued climax. Julia whimpered, licking her lips, her mouth dry.
“There you are,” Sophia murmured.

#Serviced #Anthology - @ShelliRosewarne

Continuing to introduce the authors of the Serviced anthology from Breathless Press, I have Shelli Rosewarne visiting today.Your first solo publication was released in December. What was that like? Have you found your writing and blogging has changed?

It was very exciting! It was a rather surreal feeling to see my book on places like Amazon, and I was amazed by how supportive people were about it. It seemed like everyone I saw kept coming up to me and asking about it. I don't think it's really changed my writing a great deal. I thought perhaps having something published might make me feel a little more confident about my work - but I still get the panicked 'oh, God, it's all rubbish' moments!

I know that feeling! Have you found social media helpful as a writer? How about for finding your audience?

Mimi and Eunice - Wikimedia Commons

Monday, 4 March 2013

#TantalizingTuesday - Alone

Be sure to check out all 200 word teases by visiting the blog

He grew hard again, and turned toward her, hoping to feel her around him.
Their kiss was needy, greedy, neither wanting to give the other up. He craved life, craved the vampire who filled him with fire. Lynn pressed herself flat against his chest and Terrance pulled her leg onto his hip, getting closer and positioning himself to enter her at the same time.
She held his cheeks and stared into his eyes, her beautiful amber ones glowing in the faint light. “I love you, Terrance.”
“I know. I love you, too.” He thrust up into her and she didn’t blink, still intent. She closed her eyes as he stroked in a second time, her body succumbing to him. He was lost in the moment as well, a feeling of completeness, oneness. And even though they were one, they seemed…lacking. It made no sense to him. What more could he want?
She looked over his face. “I miss them, too.” That was it, of course. He wanted Nicholas and Sophia as well. As wonderful as taking Lynn for himself was, he wanted the others too.
“Soon,” she whispered, kissing him again. “They have Kate now, but tomorrow, it will be you.”

#Serviced #Anthology - @L_Bushman

That's right, I have another author from the Serviced Anthology to share with you! Today I have Leona Bushman. You feature a lot of interviews and guest posts on your blog. How do you find and choose which authors you have visit?

LOL I do have a lot of guest posts, especially in recent times. Blogging has always been hit and miss for me. However, I found that my wish to help other authors also helped me keep blogging. I end up with more of those than anything. As for how I find them, this is a great example of how networking helps. I've spent years on twitter, talking to other authors and aspiring authors. I see one pushing a book, I may ask if they'd like to be a featured author. Or, if I see someone asking if anyone has any openings, I might approach them. I won't do just anyone. I have to relate to the author or the book or both. :D But mostly, it's twitter and FB.

inner twelve year-old snorts at 'do anyone' Ahem! Do you usually give the author something to work with, or do they choose their own format/questions/topic?

Sunday, 3 March 2013

#Serviced #Anthology - @JesabelleJ

Jesabelle Jones is another author contributing to the Serviced Anthology by Breathless Press. Your first credits are in the serviced and Hot Flashes anthologies with Breathless Press. Do you expect a solo credit soon?

I have a full manuscript under consideration and a request for a full from HMB Intrigue., so yes, I am ever hopeful.

Your website and blog are both very new. Are you writing under a pen name? Do you have other experience to draw on?

I am writing under a very new pen name for erotica, hence the new blog/website. I have another established blog/website but intend to keep that separate.

That's understandable. What has been the hardest part about getting started as an erotic writer?

Saturday, 2 March 2013

#Serviced #Anthology - @ZaraStoneley

Did you know there are nine authors contributing to Serviced by Breathless Press, including myself? Here's one more, Zara Stoneley, also known as Susie Medwell. Who says your penname has to be secret, right? Zara also has her own blog. You have a couple of weekly features on your blog that I'm curious about. I've heard of #SexySnippets, but can you tell me about it?

#SexySnippets is fairly new and has been launched by The Nuthouse Scribblers. If you’ve not checked it out yet you really should!

Every Sunday, authors post seven sentences, taken from a work in progress or a published book (and they can be very sexy and hot!!). There is also a SexySnippets Facebook Page, and you can follow them on Twitter – look out for the #SexySnippets hashtag and join in the fun!

Hmm, I don't have a feature on Sundays yet...but that might be too many teasers every week. I like the sound of TaglineTuesday. What is it and how do authors participate?

Friday, 1 March 2013

Saturday #afterdark - Katana

It's another Saturday AfterDark. Be sure to read all the other great stories.
She waited, hands behind her back, eyes down. Demure, she didn't meet his gaze, didn't shame him. Even downcast, she could see how he looked at her, at the black satin that covered her skin. It fit her finely and showed both curve of breast and hip. Her long dark hair hung straight, falling around her like another sheet of glistening fabric.
He didn't approach, but she felt him nearer, as though his mere intention were a presence in itself. He undressed her with those eyes, and then he undressed himself. Her eyes dropped lower, unable to stand the shine of light on his broad, hairless chest, the dark hair framing...
She stared at his feet, still in his geta, though he stepped out of them. He hadn't said a word. She was his by contract, by deed. He could do as he wished with her and his plan seemed obvious.
What he didn't know, couldn't know, was she had an older, stronger contract. Behind her back, she turned the katana, making sure the bright steel was still hidden behind her legs. It was only a matter of time.
Still silent, he gripped her hair in one hand, forcing her to look up at him.
"Tanaka-san?" she shouted in surprise, her fingers loosening on the katana hilt.
"Yuki-chan," he said, pressing his lips to hers.
Japanese steel clattered on the floor.

#Serviced #Anthology - Mickey J Corrigan

I'm welcoming all my fellow authors in the Serviced Anthology from Breathless Press to stop by my blog. The first is Mickey Corrigan. You have several new releases with Breathless Press. Have you worked with any other publishers? How have you enjoyed working with BP?

Under another name, I've been publishing print books (and short fiction and poetry) for years, so I've worked with a lot of different presses, both the big conglomerates and the smaller independent houses. BP was my first e-book publishing experience. They have excellent, caring editors and everyone on staff is quick to respond to an author's questions or concerns. Right now, I also have a few other books in press with other e-book publishers, all romances due out in 2013.

There are a few projects listed on your In Press page. Do you have any others you can share with us? Or can you give us an update on one of those?