Photos by lloyd meudell (instagram) along the southern coast of New South Wales. As lloyd, who’s surfed the area for years before picking up a camera, explains, “When the tide is high, the water comes in and it breaks in front of cliffs, explodes into the air and creeps over the sand.” Keeping his photographic techniques close to his chest, lloyd is uniquely able to capture the beauty of sea foam in both form and motion.
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Thursday, June 30, 2016
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
I'm Over at Carole Ann Moleti's Blog Today!
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
Now Available in Print! E-REPTILE DYSFUNCTION, a Humorous Erotic Paranormal Romance
E-reptile
Dysfunction
Humorous Erotic Paranormal Romance
Humorous Erotic Paranormal Romance
by Linda Mooney writing as Carolyn Gregg
Word Count: 12.8K $1.99 e / $6.99 p
Word Count: 12.8K $1.99 e / $6.99 p
Kreg Regius
has been having a little trouble lately. The kind of trouble every male
fears, no matter what species. Despite the dangers of people finding out
how different he is, Kreg is
desperate for relief and finds himself seeking professional help.
With nothing
to do but wait, his brother prescribes a night out. When that proves to be
fruitless, he makes his escape, and his night takes an interesting turn.
The shapely brunette he shares a cab with could be just what the doctor
ordered. Immediately, things for Kreg start looking
up. In more ways than one.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Liza O'Connor is my Guest Author Tonight on "Other Worlds of Romance" on Blog Talk Radio!
Come join us tonight! Liza O'Connor will be my guest author on "Other Worlds of Romance" on Blog Talk Radio. She'll be reading from Surviving Sojourn, Book 4 of The Multiverses series.
Show time is 11 pm et/ 10 pm ctDon't miss it!
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Show time is 11 pm et/ 10 pm ctDon't miss it!
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An alien species is removing human
colonies from planets, but to where, no one knows. Sojourn, along with the
Emperor’s daughter and their crew, must find this unknown species and negotiate
a treaty before the Empire’s army declares war on all non-human races.
Those who do not follow the Path of
Light would prefer to kill all the non-human sentient beings before they are
even aware they are under attack.
Matters turn bleak for the Path of Light before
their journey even begins. While provisioning on Terranue, Sojourn’s ship gets
a hole blown in its side by Xenophobes.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Friday, June 24, 2016
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Now Available in Print! TALL, TALL TREES, a Sensuous Fantasy Romance
Now available in print!
TALL, TALL TREES
Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 23.3K
$1.99 e / $6.99 p
Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 23.3K
$1.99 e / $6.99 p
If fighting the animosity between their two
tribes isn't enough, Oron and Pellera must battle monstrous creatures
and the deadly growler to save their lives and their love. But when an
old medicine woman warns them of a looming apocalyptic disaster, the
couple realize the only way they'll survive is to make the hazardous
climb to the tops of the tall, tall trees.
Monday, June 20, 2016
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Six on Sunday - LIONMEADE
Six paragraphs from Lionmeade, a sensuous paranormal fantasy romance.
1. Fragments of past conversations floated through her mind like clouds in the wind. She thought about Quick and wondered whether her old friend was in the compound, being cared for as she was. Or had he been taken away by the three men? She tried not to think back on that night, but memories of that terror plagued her no matter how much she prayed they wouldn’t. There was one time she recalled crying aloud. Her entire body had been alive with fire in the tiny bed as she struggled against her imaginary demons. A comforting presence had been there to help her cope, to reassure her that she was no longer in danger.
2. “It means, Bethel, that I’m in exile. I cannot ever use my real name for fear of retribution. Just having you here is endangering those who accompanied me into exile. But we couldn’t turn you away or ignore you in your time of need. Enough about me for the moment, I want to hear about you. Tell me about growing up at Banderling Mayne. How did you end up running about the countryside like a self-appointed benefactress?”
3. In the evenings, she resumed dining with her father, a habit they’d both grown away from in the past year as Bethel began to spend more and more time with the farmers and villagers. Now it seemed that they both felt the need to have more time together to talk about things, both general and specific. After their meal, they would retire to Lord Voril’s study. There, he would work on the books, tallying crop yields, adding the new foals to the stable’s count, or figuring wages for the servants, among other things. Bethel would do her needlework, something which she ordinarily abhorred, but recently she’d had the urge to do something domestic to keep her mind and hands occupied. The evenings were not an enjoyable time for her, but the nights were worse. For it was then, in the deepest hours as she lay awake in her room, that she knew she couldn’t pretend any longer. That she wished in her heart that she was back in the woods, awaiting the arrival of a faceless benefactor whose voice had rescued her soul from loneliness.
4. “Poor man. First his son’s deformities, then his beloved wife’s death. The castle says one thing, that the queen died in childbirth, aided by an illness she accrued during the royal couple’s last excursion to Africa. And that the attacks on the villagers came about due to a pair of lions, which had been brought back to the kingdom, accidentally escaping once they arrived. So why all the stories of evil curses and men who turn into beasts, when it is easier to believe in exotic sicknesses and escaped wild animals?”
5. “Then tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you look forward to serving your lord and master,” Oris emphasized with disdain. “Tell me you’re not anxious to rid yourself of this place.” He grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the table. “Tell me.”
6. The knight turned on him with a sneer. “I don’t fear you. And I, for one, do not believe anything you have to say anymore. The others are here with me because they don’t believe you, either. Who can follow a king who deceives his people year after year after year? How can any of us believe anything you may say to us in the future? When you first denied me Lady Bethel’s hand, I grew suspicious, until my spies brought me this latest piece of news.” Giving Bethel another little shake, he continued to glare at his sovereign. “Speaking for the sum of us gathered here, I respectfully request that you either produce your alleged son and heir, or go to your people and confess the truth. Now.”
1. Fragments of past conversations floated through her mind like clouds in the wind. She thought about Quick and wondered whether her old friend was in the compound, being cared for as she was. Or had he been taken away by the three men? She tried not to think back on that night, but memories of that terror plagued her no matter how much she prayed they wouldn’t. There was one time she recalled crying aloud. Her entire body had been alive with fire in the tiny bed as she struggled against her imaginary demons. A comforting presence had been there to help her cope, to reassure her that she was no longer in danger.
2. “It means, Bethel, that I’m in exile. I cannot ever use my real name for fear of retribution. Just having you here is endangering those who accompanied me into exile. But we couldn’t turn you away or ignore you in your time of need. Enough about me for the moment, I want to hear about you. Tell me about growing up at Banderling Mayne. How did you end up running about the countryside like a self-appointed benefactress?”
3. In the evenings, she resumed dining with her father, a habit they’d both grown away from in the past year as Bethel began to spend more and more time with the farmers and villagers. Now it seemed that they both felt the need to have more time together to talk about things, both general and specific. After their meal, they would retire to Lord Voril’s study. There, he would work on the books, tallying crop yields, adding the new foals to the stable’s count, or figuring wages for the servants, among other things. Bethel would do her needlework, something which she ordinarily abhorred, but recently she’d had the urge to do something domestic to keep her mind and hands occupied. The evenings were not an enjoyable time for her, but the nights were worse. For it was then, in the deepest hours as she lay awake in her room, that she knew she couldn’t pretend any longer. That she wished in her heart that she was back in the woods, awaiting the arrival of a faceless benefactor whose voice had rescued her soul from loneliness.
4. “Poor man. First his son’s deformities, then his beloved wife’s death. The castle says one thing, that the queen died in childbirth, aided by an illness she accrued during the royal couple’s last excursion to Africa. And that the attacks on the villagers came about due to a pair of lions, which had been brought back to the kingdom, accidentally escaping once they arrived. So why all the stories of evil curses and men who turn into beasts, when it is easier to believe in exotic sicknesses and escaped wild animals?”
5. “Then tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you look forward to serving your lord and master,” Oris emphasized with disdain. “Tell me you’re not anxious to rid yourself of this place.” He grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the table. “Tell me.”
6. The knight turned on him with a sneer. “I don’t fear you. And I, for one, do not believe anything you have to say anymore. The others are here with me because they don’t believe you, either. Who can follow a king who deceives his people year after year after year? How can any of us believe anything you may say to us in the future? When you first denied me Lady Bethel’s hand, I grew suspicious, until my spies brought me this latest piece of news.” Giving Bethel another little shake, he continued to glare at his sovereign. “Speaking for the sum of us gathered here, I respectfully request that you either produce your alleged son and heir, or go to your people and confess the truth. Now.”
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Friday, June 17, 2016
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
New! LIONMEADE, a Sensuous Paranormal Fantasy Romance
New!
LIONMEADEParanormal FantasyRomance
Word Count: 43.6K
$2.99 e/ $9.99 p
A kingdom rife with rumors of the evil that lays in
wait on the fringes of the woods. Fairy tales of curses, animalistic
beasts, and an inhuman prince. Lady Bethel has heard the stories all her
life, but what she once thought were just stories told to keep a child
in line could prove to be so much more.
The daughter of Lord Voril of Banderling, Lady
Bethel spends her time following in her late mother’s footsteps, caring
for the sick in the villages surrounding Banderling Mayne. While
traveling home after dark, against her father’s warnings, Bethel and her
guards are attacked by what she thought were wild animals, but she
couldn’t be more wrong. When she awakens, she can’t remember much, but
she remembers voices. Particularly one—her savior.
Adain has taken it upon himself to hunt down the
beasts that threaten the kingdom. The number of attacks grows, but he
will stop at nothing to end the monsters he knows all too well. Having
been in exile all his life, he must remain the faceless benefactor to
Lady Bethel, despite his growing feelings, for she can never know
the reality of his world.
Tales will be told, truths will come to light, but
above all, love will reign.
Warning! Contains a deep forest retreat, death,
blueberries, possible solutions, attempted kidnapping, and a
birth defect with unimaginable consequences.
Monday, June 13, 2016
New Release and Giveaway! LIONMEADE, a Sensuous Fantasy Romance
It's a new release and giveaway tonight on "Other Worlds of Romance" on Blog Talk Radio!
Come listen as I read an excerpt from my new release, Lionmeade, a sensuous paranormal fantasy romance.
One lucky listener will win a copy!
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Come listen as I read an excerpt from my new release, Lionmeade, a sensuous paranormal fantasy romance.
One lucky listener will win a copy!
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A kingdom rife with rumors of the evil that lays in
wait on the fringes of the woods. Fairy tales of curses, animalistic
beasts, and an inhuman prince. Lady Bethel has heard the stories all her
life, but what she once thought were just stories told to keep a child
in line could prove to be so much more.
The daughter of Lord Voril of Banderling, Lady
Bethel spends her time following in her late mother’s footsteps, caring
for the sick in the villages surrounding Banderling Mayne. While
traveling home after dark, against her father’s warnings, Bethel and her
guards are attacked by what she thought were wild animals, but she
couldn’t be more wrong. When she awakens, she can’t remember much, but
she remembers voices. Particularly one—her savior.
Adain has taken it upon himself to hunt down the
beasts that threaten the kingdom. The number of attacks grows, but he
will stop at nothing to end the monsters he knows all too well. Having
been in exile all his life, he must remain the faceless benefactor to
Lady Bethel, despite his growing feelings, for she can never know
the reality of his world.
Tales will be told, truths will come to light, but
above all, love will reign.
Warning! Contains a deep forest retreat, death,
blueberries, possible solutions, attempted kidnapping, and a
birth defect with unimaginable consequences.
Sunday, June 12, 2016
Six on Sunday - MINE UNTIL MIDNIGHT
Six paragraphs from Mine Until Midnight, a sensuous sci-fi Steampunk western.
1. He inserted his spurs into the slots in the equinoid’s sides. The mechanical creature took off at a trot. A shift of his knees and he was moving at a lope. He resisted throttling to a full gallop. It wasn’t as if he was under any kind of time restraint. Besides, he wanted to get an eyeful of this town before he set foot in it.
2. She’d been trapped here too many months. It had gotten to where she was starting to have nightmares of never escaping. She had no idea how much longer she could hold onto her sanity. Worse, she knew her nerves were frayed to the point where she knew she’d have no choice but to show her true self. And once she revealed her nature, Yarnell would either have one of his henchmen kill her on the spot. Or—and this possibility terrified her more—he would exploit her uniqueness for his own profit.
3. Haulk froze. Now he understood what she was trying to warn him about, and why she was doing so in such an obscure language. Propping his chin on top of her head, he pretended to be enjoying her touch, which he was, damn it. But he still managed to scope out the corner she’d backed into. Because he knew what he was looking for, he was able to spot it, hidden in the lower section of the light sconce. He nuzzled the top of her head. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m riding on thin ice already. If I try to abscond with one of Yarnell’s treasures, he’ll have no bones about taking me down for theft.”
4. She slowly nodded. “They showed up at our cabin before daybreak. They pumped a paralysis gas inside. I remember waking up to find myself being gagged and bound. Before I could…fight back, they placed a rag soaked in chloroform over my nose. When I woke up, I was in that little room where I took you.” Her voice softened as the memories returned. “Two men were standing guard over me, waiting for me to come to. One of them was Dr. Pokette. He asked if I was all right. He had me drink something. Haulk, those next few weeks are…hazy.”
5. “We caught wind of some pirates outside of the Vella Pellarum system. Cardium smugglers. We found them. Surrounded them. They refused to surrender. We boarded them. They decided to trigger the cardium in retaliation. Took out everyone in my squad except for me and Stremus Dars. Dars died before we reached the nearest med port. I was hanging on by a thread. The physicians gave me less than a ten percent chance to live. There wasn’t much left of me. And if I managed to beat those odds, what good would I be to the force? So, during one of my brief lucid moments, I offered myself as a mechanoid candidate. Unfortunately, there are still too many glitches in the program. You know that as well as I do. And because I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t have some sort of meltdown in the middle of a crucial mission, you could say I took an early retirement.”
6. Remi chewed over telling him about herself. About her true self. She wanted to explain why someone as slight as herself was able to take on the demanding and often dangerous job of being part of an intergalactic task force. Yet, to reveal her secret could put her in the same situation that Haulk suffered. Where his life was controlled by the acceptance or rejection of others, so was hers. But his was due to mechanics and science. Hers was natural. She was born this way. He wasn’t.
1. He inserted his spurs into the slots in the equinoid’s sides. The mechanical creature took off at a trot. A shift of his knees and he was moving at a lope. He resisted throttling to a full gallop. It wasn’t as if he was under any kind of time restraint. Besides, he wanted to get an eyeful of this town before he set foot in it.
2. She’d been trapped here too many months. It had gotten to where she was starting to have nightmares of never escaping. She had no idea how much longer she could hold onto her sanity. Worse, she knew her nerves were frayed to the point where she knew she’d have no choice but to show her true self. And once she revealed her nature, Yarnell would either have one of his henchmen kill her on the spot. Or—and this possibility terrified her more—he would exploit her uniqueness for his own profit.
3. Haulk froze. Now he understood what she was trying to warn him about, and why she was doing so in such an obscure language. Propping his chin on top of her head, he pretended to be enjoying her touch, which he was, damn it. But he still managed to scope out the corner she’d backed into. Because he knew what he was looking for, he was able to spot it, hidden in the lower section of the light sconce. He nuzzled the top of her head. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m riding on thin ice already. If I try to abscond with one of Yarnell’s treasures, he’ll have no bones about taking me down for theft.”
4. She slowly nodded. “They showed up at our cabin before daybreak. They pumped a paralysis gas inside. I remember waking up to find myself being gagged and bound. Before I could…fight back, they placed a rag soaked in chloroform over my nose. When I woke up, I was in that little room where I took you.” Her voice softened as the memories returned. “Two men were standing guard over me, waiting for me to come to. One of them was Dr. Pokette. He asked if I was all right. He had me drink something. Haulk, those next few weeks are…hazy.”
5. “We caught wind of some pirates outside of the Vella Pellarum system. Cardium smugglers. We found them. Surrounded them. They refused to surrender. We boarded them. They decided to trigger the cardium in retaliation. Took out everyone in my squad except for me and Stremus Dars. Dars died before we reached the nearest med port. I was hanging on by a thread. The physicians gave me less than a ten percent chance to live. There wasn’t much left of me. And if I managed to beat those odds, what good would I be to the force? So, during one of my brief lucid moments, I offered myself as a mechanoid candidate. Unfortunately, there are still too many glitches in the program. You know that as well as I do. And because I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t have some sort of meltdown in the middle of a crucial mission, you could say I took an early retirement.”
6. Remi chewed over telling him about herself. About her true self. She wanted to explain why someone as slight as herself was able to take on the demanding and often dangerous job of being part of an intergalactic task force. Yet, to reveal her secret could put her in the same situation that Haulk suffered. Where his life was controlled by the acceptance or rejection of others, so was hers. But his was due to mechanics and science. Hers was natural. She was born this way. He wasn’t.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Friday, June 10, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
Permanent Price Reduction! RUNNER'S MOON: JEBARAL
I am happy to announce the next book that is now Permanently Price Reduced.
Beginning today, Runner's Moon: Jebaral, Book 1 of the Runner's Moon series, is now permanently priced at $.99!
If you haven't checked out this best selling first book of this series before, now's your chance!
Beginning today, Runner's Moon: Jebaral, Book 1 of the Runner's Moon series, is now permanently priced at $.99!
If you haven't checked out this best selling first book of this series before, now's your chance!