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Easter may be over, but the fun doesn’t have to end

Sam Cheever
Ebook BIN: 06268-02014
Changeling Press
Erotic Paranormal Novella


This Easter, Esther’s gonna resurrect some serious feelings in her sexy perdition guide.

Esther Mills is caught in Hell’s version of Groundhog Day. Every year she’s resurrected on Easter and relives her death, only to be escorted to Hell again. The one thing that makes her life tolerable is being escorted back to Hell each time by Lucifer, her sexy perdition guide. Esther and Luc share a hot crush. But for some reason he won’t act on his feelings. So this Easter, Esther’s going to make sure Luc can’t ignore her any longer. She’s going to take her life back… and when she’s done with her sexy devil, he’s not gonna know what hit him!

Esther glanced at the clock again. Sixty seconds had passed since the last time she’d looked. Only three minutes until her past ended and her future began. Again.
She stood up and started to pace, her stomach twisting with nerves.

Any minute now.

Someone shrieked outside and she jumped, realizing too late they were just laughing. Esther tried to remember the last time she’d laughed like that. It had been at least three years. She started to pace again.

The clock ticked down another minute. Only one more min –

Esther opened her eyes, blinking as a big, black truck roared past. Two drunk guys screamed propositions out the window. She felt muzzy, her limbs heavy. Something niggled.

The smell of blood had her turning her head. She made a small sound of despair. It was the deer she’d hit with her car. Poor thing. She’d stopped to see if she could save it.

A low rumble sounded in the distance. A storm must be coming. No. That wasn’t right. Esther realized she was supposed to do something. But she couldn’t quite… A horn blared and she jumped. Adrenaline surged and her mind cleared. She remembered. A small blue car was going to fly past.

There it was. The driver scowling at her.


Another rumble in the distance; this time the ground shook.


Praying she wasn’t too late, Esther dug in and started running toward her car.

Another rumble, followed by the crash and crackle of falling rock. Esther tripped on a fracture in the asphalt and started to fall. Hard hands grabbed her and she screamed, trying to shake off Luc’s grip. “No!” She sobbed as he dragged her sideways. But he didn’t take her through the portal. Instead he opened the passenger side door of her car and tried to push her inside.

“Get in!”

Esther sniffled. “What?”

He ran around to the driver’s side. “Hurry, Esther. Get in the car.”

A large rock pinged off the hood, and she was startled into moving. As soon as her feet left the pavement, Luc had the car moving forward, tires screeching against the asphalt as rocks rained from the sky around them. Esther almost fell out of the car, but Luc reached over and grabbed her arm. “Close the door.”

She dragged at it, but the heavy door didn’t want to close. The car swerved as a huge boulder slammed into the asphalt ahead and Esther screamed, falling sideways. She grabbed for the seatbelt and managed to keep from tumbling all the way out, but her head and shoulders were hanging out the door, and the road spun past at a dizzying rate. Luc’s grip on her arm tightened.

A huge rock hit the windshield. The glass shattered, spraying her.

Esther screamed, and Luc yanked her backward as the door hit a guardrail and was torn away.

“Hold on, Esther!” He slammed his foot to the floorboards and the engine of the battered car roared, the tires skidded for a second on the buckling asphalt, and the car shot forward, leaving the falling rocks behind.


Sam Cheever writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Sam is the award-winning author of 40+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.

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What?? OMG! It’s Lizzie T. Leaf!!

Okay, so I may not actually scream like a fangurl when Lizzie’s in the house, but I do swoon a little.

She’s here today to share her release, Emerging Magic.  Yes! 

Emerging Magic revised final



Against her will, the Cailleach puts into play the magic to unite another pair of soul mates.

Loneliness drives Cori Sparks to chocolate. The fledging witch’s desolation also compels her to attempt using her emerging magic in the quest for love. Unsuccessful, she turns to a dating website and discovers what may be her perfect match.

Rob Vesha is tired of the money hungry women he meets. Given his gene pool he doesn’t think the real ‘him’ would excite them as much, but he can’t share enough to find out for sure. On impulse he turns to the internet and discovers Cori.

Can their love survive his family reunion in Transylvania?



Disappointed she had to explain to her father, Cori sighed. She expected more from him, but his thirst for blood surprised her too. “Listen Pops, how would you like to be joined to a female who hates your guts for eternity?”

Lane’s eyes widened and a grin slowly spread across his face. “We create a spell to link him to Cosmina.”

“No.” Vlad Tepes jerked free of Ivan. “Stake me now. Send me to Hades to serve Satan, but not that. I beg you.”

Rob grinned. “Sorry to saddle you with a loser of a son-in-law, Grandpa.”

Dragos shrugged. “Guess we won’t have to worry about Cosmina causing conflict at family reunions.”

Cori girl, you’re such a genius. She bobbed her head and smiled. “Pops, your magic is stronger than mine, can you summon Cosmina?”

“Delighted to, daughter.” Lane closed his eyes and mumbled words Cori didn’t catch, but the results were what she hoped. A swirl of fog drifted to the floor and when it cleared Cosmina had joined them.

Confused at first, she looked around at her surroundings and her displeasure became obvious. “What the Hades am I doing here?” She focused on Rob. “Did you find your dumpling, Rabby?”

“Oh, I found her all right auntie dear…and more.” He stepped aside to give her full view of her lover. “And look what else I found.”

“You…you…” unable to get more words out, Cosmina flew at Vlad Tepes, claws extended in an attempt to scratch his eyes out.

“No sister, you don’t want to damage your bridegroom, do you?” Ivan linked an arm around her waist and pulled her off Old Vlad. “Come, let’s get you two united.”

“Are you mad? I have no intentions of marrying anyone again, especially this,” Cosmina wrinkled her nose, “individual.

Cori stepped forward. “Let these lovers clasp hands to join.” Her loud clap got the attention of the warring pair, causing them to pause. She began to chant.



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Plagiarism will get you a right smacked bottom!

And not in a good way, folks.

I do a lot of freelance writing and this weekend, as I was working my way through an assignment, I came upon a phrase with some spellings  I wasn’t sure about.  I copied and pasted it into Google to verify and what did I find…not just the phrase, but the entire paragraph.


I checked, double checked…triple checked even. Sadly, the book I was editing had several sections that had been plagiarized.

The author, whether intentional or done out of lack of understanding, had broken the law and could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble had this book gone to print.

I promptly returned it and explained the legal ramifications of what had been done and went on to explain what plagiarism is. It also got me to thinking, perhaps not everyone is aware of the very thin line of using another’s work and copying it.

Here are some pointers:

If you use copy and paste to put someone else’s work into your own, even just a sentence or a phrase, without contributing the original writer, you are plagiarizing.

If you use someone else’s work, and only change a word or two and claim it as your work, you are plagiarizing.

If you take someone’s idea and present it as your original idea, you are plagiarizing.

If, at any time you are uncertain if you are plagiarizing, you are probably plagiarizing.

Here’s the thing, much like doing research for a paper in high school, the internet can be used like an encyclopedia to gather information and help you form ideas, but you can’t copy the internet and call it your own any more than you can copy the encyclopedia and call it your own.  It’s cheating, it’s stealing, it’s wrong!

Here is a great site to clarify any questions you may have and the site also has a program to help you find out if anyone is stealing your work.

Don’t steal, kids. You’ll get a spanking! And a bad one too!

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Paloma Beck: Hold My Hand


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Today we have guest author Paloma Beck.  Another great storyteller I met through Secret Cravings Publishing. Paloma is here to share with us her new release Hold My Hand.

Paloma is offering a DAILY CONTEST during her release tour to WIN a Hold My Hand ebook. Enter to win each day by answering the QUESTION in the COMMENTS section of that day’s post. The question must be answered to be eligible. The commenter needs to provide their email address and preferred ebook format.


Why is it so difficult for Aubrey to accept William’s compliments?

A list of all her tour stops are listed below!

Take it away, Palmoa!!


Together, they heal old wounds and find their perfect love.


Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Elements: BDSM-lite, Consensual Adult Spanking

Release Date: April 1, 2013








Aubrey has been hurt in the past, discouraged and degraded by a heartless father. Still, William sees something in her that won’t allow him to walk away. Instantly drawn to her but intuitive enough to take it slowly, he courts her. Then he bargains, persuades and seduces until he ensnares Aubrey with his commanding nature. He’s everything she ever needed but never had the courage to want for. Despite the fight she puts up in accepting William’s lifestyle, the bonds he places on Aubrey give her a freedom she desperately needs. Together, they heal old wounds and find their perfect love.





© Hold My Hand, Paloma Beck, 2013

William stretched his leg out of the car and pulled himself up to greet me as I exit Dr. Senton’s office building. “Aubrey,” William called to me as he opened his arms and watched me. He didn’t smile but he didn’t look angry either; simply that enigmatic look he has about him that I saw.

I walked directly into his embrace. I hadn’t seen him since Sunday evening and I craved the feel of him. His strength when his coiled arm muscles circle my body grounded me. I moaned as I felt him complete the circle of his arms and pull me tightly against him.

“Lunch?” William asked as he pulled away and smiled down at me.

“Yes please,” I returned his smile and turned to get into the car. “Hi Baylor.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Greene.” Baylor didn’t bother to turn his head so I engaged William, “where are we lunching?”

I was feeling a bit liberated after the week I’d had and, for that reason, I spoke more freely than usual. I couldn’t help grinning noticing that my more forward behavior had caught William off-guard.

“Lunching will happen down by the water. There’s a seafood place I don’t often get the chance to go to. Since I’ve taken the rest of the afternoon off, I thought this would be perfect.”

I smiled while the dancing fairies in my stomach did somersaults. “You took the afternoon off to spend with me?” My voice squeaked at the end, announcing my surprise. I couldn’t hide my shock that William took the afternoon off for me. Why would he do this? What was it that attracted him to me? I doubted I’d ever know but was so grateful for him.

“Was this so difficult to believe?”

“You’re just so busy and important. I mean, your work was important. And I’m just…” He cut off my words by placing his finger against my lips.

“Stop right there, little elf, before our fun afternoon turns into a session in obedience. Do not belittle yourself. No more of that,” William held my chin as he spoke. He knew as well as I did that I would’ve ducked my head at the reprimand. He kissed me lightly before whispering, “You’re perfect to me.”


About Paloma

Paloma Beck is a Romance Author living a life of contradiction… she’s a happily married carpooling mom writing erotic romance. It’s almost naughty! Paloma writes in both the Contemporary and Paranormal realms, journaling the stories her characters tell her, and they are anything but PG. She dabbles in vampires, witches, ménage, spanking and bdsm – all in her books, of course.

Paloma believes a daily dose of espresso and a good book make any day better.

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April 2, Celeste Jones  |  April 3, Natasha Knight  |  April 4, Renee Rose Romance  |  April 5, Eclectic Writer  |  April 6, Guilty Indulgence  |  April 7, Happily Ever After  |  April 8, Wicked Romance  |  April 9, Patricia Green  |  April 10, Excerpts with Emilia  |  April 11, Cassandra Dayne  |  April 12, Cara Bristol  |  April 13, Governing Ana  |  April 14, Keta’s Keep  |  April 15, Brewing Passion

Find a listing of all stops at Romance Beckons.


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Marci Boudreaux’s new release

Most of you know I write under two names. Me, Emilia, the smexy smutter, and Marci Boudreaux, the sweet romancer.

Well, the sweet romancer, Ms. Boudreaux is looking down the barrel of release day. Tomorrow her log suffering manuscript, The Messenger, will finally face the public.

I’m going to step into Marci’s shoes here and let her tell you about it.  Take it away, mini-me!

The Messenger is a sweet romance by Marci Boudreaux, written over ten years ago, and finally being released April 9 via Secret Cravings Publishing.

The Messenger is a sweet romance by Marci Boudreaux, written over ten years ago, and finally being released April 9 via Secret Cravings Publishing.


I wrote The Messenger just over ten years ago. I was still riding high on winning third place for unpublished manuscript in a Texas Writers’ League contest. Unfortunately, the world didn’t love the book as much as I did. After numerous rejections, I put it on the shelf and only recently pulled it off to give it another go.

It needed lots of work.  Let me say that again: It needed A LOT of work!!  Head hopping, showing not telling, repetitive writing…just to name a few.

But I was determined, so I cleaned it up, offered it up and it was accepted by Secret Cravings Publishing. I knew it still needed more polishing and scrubbing, so I turned to some great author friends—Vonnie Hughes, Sloane Taylor, and Parker Kincade all had a peek at it—to help me get my head on straight and attack this as an editor instead of a sentimental writer. I also had two nurses take a look just to make sure the medical records bit was in line with what goes on inside a hospital today.

With their help I was able to rework this story that I’ve loved for so long into something that I hope you will love too!



Evelyn Thomas is tired of being treated like a little girl playing dress-up. Just because she is working at her father’s newspaper doesn’t mean she isn’t a good journalist. All she needs is a chance to prove it.

Unfortunately for seasoned reporter Wes Reilly, that chance turns out to be the exact same story he’s working on.

When the journalists get separate leads on the same insurance scam, they butt heads over who gets to expose it. However, when Eve’s source ends up in ICU she has no choice but to turn to Wes for help.

Every step they take brings them closer towards the truth and each other. But the path to vindication is filled with danger and leaves Wes and Eve struggling to get out of sticky situations and fighting for their lives.


Eve ran her hand along one of the many rows and skimmed the file tags until she got close to the numerical prefix she was looking for. She pushed the files as far apart as the overstuffed shelf allowed and tilted her head down to get a closer look.  She went over each name, not finding any files which corresponded with names on the list Jerry had given her.

This was impossible, like finding the proverbial needle in a haystack. She pulled a piece of paper from her shirt pocket to verify the spelling of the name before she pushed the folders apart again in case she had missed what she was looking for the first time.

Suddenly a hand roughly grabbed her shoulder. She spun around, her heart racing and her lungs tight with the gulp of air she had involuntarily inhaled. As soon as she met the angry gaze of the man who had startled her, she let her breath out with a rush and sank against the wall of folders.

Wes pressed his lips together and flexed his jaw muscles as he stared at her. “What are you doing here?”

She looked at the white coat he was wearing with a badge which identified him as Dr. Henderson. “What are you doing here?”

Wes leaned down to get eye-to-eye with her. “Answer me, Thomas.”

“I’m following a lead.”

“What lead?”

“I don’t have to share my stories with you.”

“Your story?”


He snorted as he leaned back. “Exactly what story would that be? How to properly file medical records?”

She felt the sting of his words go straight to her heart. Defiance set in and she stood a little straighter. “Insurance fraud.”

Wes stared at her for several seconds. He may have been trying to intimidate her, but his glare had nothing on her father’s. She simply cocked her brow in return.

“That’s my story,” he said.

Eve shook her head. “No. I got this tip on my own, Reilly, and if you think you’re going to steal it away from me—”

“Steal it away from you? I’d like to know where you got your tip ’cause I’ve been on this story since last week. You are so unbelievably—”

Eve raised her brows when he stopped mid-sentence and turned his head away. “I’m so unbelievably what?”

“Shut up,” he breathed. Her mouth opened and Wes put his hand over her lips. “Hush.”

Eve gasped when she was quiet long enough to hear footsteps. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. “What do we do?”


Author Bio:

Marci Boudreaux lives with her husband, two children, and their numerous pets. She is a freelance writer and video producer for a variety of local monthly magazines as well as a content editor for several small publishing houses.

Romance is her preferred reading and writing genre because nothing feels better than falling in love with someone new and her husband doesn’t like when she does that in real life.

Marci is currently working on her Masters in Publishing and has plans to eventually take over the world.









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On this day in history…

I can’t believe it’s been an entire year since The Rebound was release. That’s right, folks, one year ago today..April 2, 2012…I officially became a published author.

Happy birthday, my sweet little first release!

Happy birthday, my sweet little first release!

Okay, maybe that isn’t a huge deal, but it feels like it.  A lot has happened in the last year, on my end anyway. I am writing the synopsis right now for Seducing Kate and trying to determine where to submit.

I have joined the amazing ladies of Love, Lust, and Laptops to provide great entertainment, free reads, and some amazing guest interviews.

This was the first, but won't be the last, release from the Love, Lust, and Laptops ladies. It is now available for download as an anthology.

This was the first, but won’t be the last, release from the Love, Lust, and Laptops ladies. It is now available for download as an anthology.

I have learned an immeasurable amount about publishing, editing, and the process of writing. I thought I was a good writer before, but this year has transitioned me into something so much more. I’m an editor, a video producer, a supporter, and a friend to some great authors.  This year has been amazing. It has been so much more than I could have ever asked for and I am looking forward to the next year, and what Seducing Kate has to offer.

I hope you’ll stick around for another year, more releases, and more free reads.

All my best!


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