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Memoir

 

Step into Italia Tornabene’s world, where her life’s triumphs unfold, one
captivating page at a time. “Suits to Stilettos” isn’t just a
book; it’s a front-row seat to witness the incredible resilience of the
human spirit.

Join Italia’s journey from a challenging start to defying odds and creating
her own success story.

Born into adversity, Italia faced it all — from teenage motherhood to
homelessness. But this isn’t just about struggles; it’s about the gritty
determination that refuses to bow down. Her book is an immersive dive into
the unconventional, and the story is an inspiration for those who seek a
path beyond limitations.

“Suits to Stilettos” is a lifeline for those ready to transform
their lives. Ready to be inspired? Grab your copy and start the journey
today. Your circumstances don’t define you; your choices do.

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 “Walking into the room in stilettos is more than a statement—it’s reclaiming your narrative and making them hear you.”

 

About the Author

Italia Tornabene

Italia Tornabene, a self-made millionaire, author, serial entrepreneur, and
savvy investor, shares her extraordinary life experiences.

From rubbing shoulders with elite individuals to her unconventional career
as an exotic dancer and sex worker, Italia’s journey is as captivating as it
is inspiring.

Discover how she overcame hardships and built an empire through resilience
and determination. Her story is empowering and empowering testament to the
resilience inherent in us all, and she’s thrilled to share her wisdom with
everyone she encounters.

 

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(Scorned Devil’s MC)

 

LGBTQ, Motorcycle Club, M/M

Date Published: November 8, 2024

 

 

Terror: Once, he had been Terrance Holton, a young gay man who learned to
shove what he is so deep inside himself, he almost forgot. He grew up to be
Terror and he is the Vice President of one of the baddest outlaw motorcycle
clubs in Pennsylvania. The consequence of denying who he really is turns
Terror into a threat to everyone around him, and eventually lands Terror in
jail. There he connects with a beautiful older man who teaches Terror to
love who he is.

Tinman: Timothy Jacoby gave years of his life to leading a motorcycle club
that no longer exists. He did anything for his MC and his brothers, never
hiding who he was. Then Tinman got arrested and sent to prison, where he
serves ten years. When Tinman meets a younger biker who hides his gayness
from the crew he rides with, he vows to keep Terror safe, but he hides his
own past as a biker. Unable to forget their blistering encounters, the
minute Tinman is released, he’s hellbent on finding Terror again. This
time he’ll keep his prize.

Both men’s secrets are about to collide, and they just might blow the
Scorned Devils MC to smithereens.

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Terror

Goddamn Dread and his fuck-the-world attitude. Defying every norm, the man
flaunted his desire for other men. Took them without a care for what anyone
thought. Yet he was still the most respected Scorned Devils MC club member,
the MC club’s sergeant at arms, and other MCs feared him as if he were
some kind of hero with super powers or some shit.

Back then, Terror had detested Dread — mostly for causing his own dormant
childhood feelings to resurface.

Now Terror was returning home from prison feeling as if the weight of the
world had been lifted from his shoulders. Having heard from Cat, a man
Terror had introduced to biker culture and the Scorned Devils MC days before
his release, he was aware of the showdown between Cat and Dread. He’d
told Cat to pack up and return to Kansas. Terror didn’t even go home
to get his bike. He had bigger plans. He couldn’t wait to see the man
who’d taken up so much space in Terror’s head while he’d
been locked up for nearly three years. Terror had berated Dread mercilessly
about being gay. Treated him even worse whenever Terror heard about Dread
screwing any man who would have him.

When he’d been arrested, Battle Graves, their MC president, had been
the one to show up to bail Terror out. He’d turned down Bat’s
offer of legal representation. The bastard Terror had beaten to within an
inch of his life? Shit, he’d do that again if he had to. No reason to
fight the charges and have his brothers find out what went down in that
motel room in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

At that time, Terror hadn’t been ready to come out.

He’d been named Terrance Holton by his drugged-out single mom,
who’d simply vanished one night. Wading through the foster care system
at a young age, Terror had realized he might be gay. Afraid and beat down,
he’d buried Terrance deep in his psyche. Deep enough to almost forget
the boy existed.

As he grew older, nothing scared the man he became — an angry-as-hell
bastard who cared for no one. Made everyone call him Terror. If they
didn’t, he whipped their asses.

He came to embrace one thing — an old motorcycle he’d stolen from
the shed behind his last foster home. It was never reported because that
motherfucker would never talk to anyone again.

That motorcycle… the speed, his disdain for the law, it led to
Terror’s prospecting with the Scorned Devils MC.

Meeting the club’s sergeant at arms changed everything.

Now he was back. And he was ready to show his true colors.

Would his brothers and other clubs receive Terror the same way?

* * *

Standing in the newly built loft of Hell’s Lair, the place Scorned
Devils called home, Terror looked down at Dread, who had moved from the room
used for meetings to sit in a chair outside the door. Dread’s
preference had always been big, hairy bastards. What would he think about
Terror’s fuller, muscular body? A body he’d worked on every day
in the prison gym…

The blond hair he used to wear short was now in a ponytail. He tossed it
over his shoulder and stroked his beard. Another noticeable change.
He’d grown a full beard.

Damn, Dread was still a fine motherfucker.

Strangely, it wasn’t Dread’s green eyes that scorched a path
through Terror’s mind. Another face emerged in his thoughts as he
finger-combed his beard. A man who, much like Dread, never gave a fuck what
others believed about him. A prisoner who ran the cell block Terror had
occupied for the last three years.

Rattled Terror to imagine blue eyes he’d assumed he’d forget.
Blue eyes that had looked up at him many nights when Terror plundered the
man’s sweet asshole.

I. Am. Gay.

Glad he hadn’t given his virginal asshole to anyone, Terror shoved
old memories away as he walked down the steps to confront the one person who
could have him any way he desired.

With a look, Terror chased the other members out and sent Battle to the
office before he confronted Dread. “You and me need to
talk.”

About the Author

A former MC associate, J. Hali Steele loves anything with wheels, including
motorcycles, classic automobiles, and race cars. A retired winning
ex-quarter mile drag racer, J. Hali often angles to get her butt back in the
driver’s seat!

J. Hali is a multi-published, best-selling author of romance in
Contemporary MC, ReligErotica, Paranormal, Fantasy, and LGBTQ stories where
humans, vampyres, shapeshifters, and angels collide – and they collide
a lot! When J. Hali’s not writing or reading, she can be found
snuggled in front of the TV with a cat in her lap and a cup of her favorite
beverage of the moment.

 

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An Adoption Story

Memoir

Date Published: October 22, 2024

Publisher: Double Entendre Ink

 

 

A twin herself, Lisa Crawford Watson believes she has the insight needed to
mother twins. Mounting obstacles impede the adoption process, and she
examines whether such setbacks are signs that she shouldn’t adopt. But
when identical twin infant sisters in need of a permanent, stable home come
into her life, she falls in love with them and knows what she must do.

Adopting premature twin girls who were born drug- and alcohol-addicted, and
jostled, separately, from foster home to foster home, creates one hardship
after another. Lisa quickly learns that raising children is a feat of
sacrifice and unpredictability, and caring for children born into trauma may
be more difficult than she ever could have imagined. Over the years, the
twins wreak havoc on every relationship within the family and on
Lisa’s heart. Has adopting the girls caused more harm than good?

What We Wished For: An Adoption Story shares a woman’s quest to build
a loving family. It is a tale of courage, perseverance, and what remains
when things don’t go as imagined. This memoir speaks to anyone who has
ever struggled with a life-altering decision, one from which there is no
turning back.

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 Given the chance, I believe she would have done it. Would have hit hard and fast, burying the knife deep. Friday night typically meant cheese pizza, washed down with two-percent milk, and poking at green salad, followed by vanilla ice cream with sprinkles. It was “Girls’ Choice Night,” and my twin girls, then thirteen, invariably chose the same menu.

Hayley had just dug into her ice cream, shoving way too much into her mouth with that first bite even before she’d cleaned her plate, but I didn’t comment. On this night, it was her choice. I took a bite of my salad and wondered if she was going to get brain freeze from that much ice cream. I glanced at her sister, Hilary, holding a slice of pizza near her mouth but not eating as she watched her twin, and felt a smile tug at my lips as I absorbed the peaceful, maybe even happy mood around the dinner table.

In retrospect, I sometimes wonder if that moment was just too good for Hayley. Rather than filling her spoon with more ice cream, she threw it at me. As I dodged, and it clattered against the tile floor, she shoved back her chair, tipping it over, and looked at me with a rage I hadn’t seen in months deepening her chestnut eyes. Poking her finger toward my face, she yelled, “Fuck You, Mommy! Fuck you!” Then she ran out of the room and down the hall, into the refuge of her bedroom, and slammed the door.

The moment hung on the air. Heat radiated across my face as I looked at Hilary, her eyes on me, perhaps silently wondering, as was I, what had just happened, and what I was going to do about it. I had believed in the seemingly idyllic moment we were sharing, had counted on it, really. A happy time ’round the table I could paste into memory. The pizza, mixed with a sour mash of sadness, fear, and a heaping spoonful of disappointment, lay heavy in my gut as I got up from the table, invited Hilary to finish her dinner, and departed the dining room to check on her sister.

By the time I followed her down the hall and slowly pushed open the door to the room she shared with her sister, Hayley had already found the pink Swiss Army knife her Auntie Linda had brought her from Europe for that Girl Scout camping trip—something I thought I’d confiscated—and was doggedly knifing her bed to death. Her flannel sheets lay in ribbons, draped off each side of the mattress, whose gored center had freed a burst of memory foam.

She paused just long enough to glance up at me, brandish her knife, and say, “You’re next.”

 

About the Author

Lisa Crawford Watson

A fifth-generation Northern Californian, Lisa Crawford Watson has published
seven books and thousands of articles in local and national newspapers and
magazines. She earned a bachelor’s degree in sociolinguistics from the
University of California, Davis, and a master’s degree in education
administration from California State University, Sacramento. She currently
teaches communications, writing, and journalism at California State
University, Monterey Bay.

Lisa lives with her husband in Carmel on the legendary Monterey Peninsula,
where she focuses on fitness, family, and philanthropy. As a resident of the
“Canine Capital of the Country,” Lisa has a devoted following
for her weekly dog column, for which she has profiled more than
seven-hundred furry friends.

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Coming of Age / Psychological /Historical Thriller / Metaphysical

 

 

Memories of MK-ULTRA traces the development of three siblings from their
early childhood—marred by harrowing mind control experiences in the
CIA’s MK-ULTRA program—through their coming of age during the
turbulent 60s and into their early adulthood in the 1980s. As the story
develops, an incredible chain of events uncover the dark forces shaping
their lives . . . until an unexpected source of light appears.

 

 

About the Author

Bill Yarborough

Bill Yarborough has enjoyed writing for many years. Manhattan Book Group
will publish his debut novel, Memories of MK-ULTRA, in September 2024. The
story is inspired by repressed memories from his young childhood where he,
his brother, and his sister recall undergoing experiments of the CIA’s
MK-ULTRA mind control program. Bill is also working on a sequel to his first
novel, and his short story “Night Mother” was published by
Prolific Press in an anthology of short stories, Jitter Issue # 8. Bill also
co-authored emotional health articles in The Diablo Gazette Magazine, and he
and his wife, Inge, are working on a book entitled EFT on Steroids.

 

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Sci-Fi, Futuristic Romance

Date Published: November 8, 2024

 

 

Janet’s orgasms are earth-shattering. At least they are when she’s Dreaming
in the Zodiac, a virtual reality world created by Dr. Archer Tate. The
problem is that, technically, a system shutdown shouldn’t be possible,
especially not from a mere cyber-orgasm. Gamely, Janet reveals every
intimate detail of her Dreams for the team’s troubleshooting analysis but
several weeks later, the cause of the anomalous malfunction remains a
mystery.

Archer blames Janet for the Zodiac’s glitch. He just can’t figure out how
she’s triggering it. Doesn’t help that listening to her reveal her
lusty Zodiac Dreams, orgasm by orgasm, is driving him insane with lust for
her. For the sake of the project and his sanity, he decides to Dream with
her so he can catch her in the act and put this business to rest.

There’s more to Janet’s orgasmic Zodiac Dreaming than mere mechanics. It
takes someone who knows Janet’s heart as well as her mind and body to create
the disruptive orgasm. When the team psychologist, Liam, insists he’s better
suited for the job, Archer realizes he could lose something more precious to
him than Zodiac. Will sharing Janet with Liam solve their problems, or will
he lose her forever?

 

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Janet Widgeon sauntered into the smoky jazz club, her stiletto heels
clicking on the varnished wood floor. Notes of sweet, sassy blues rolled
down the dimly lit hall to welcome her. She was early, far earlier than she
normally arrived at the Zodiac Club, but pacing in her apartment
hadn’t lessened her anxiety.

Is he as excited about tonight as I am? Is he already here, waiting for
me?

The burly bouncer stationed at the entrance greeted her.
“Evenin’, Miss Janet.” His thin black lips curved slightly
upward as he took in her skintight, siren red dress. High praise coming from
the stoic man.

Though she wore three-inch heels, she had to stretch to kiss the beefy
man’s cheek. “Evening, Trent. How’s the mood
tonight?”

“Hotter than Maria’s gumbo.”

Janet chuckled. “Don’t let her hear you say that, or her next
batch will violate our fire code.”

Trent ducked his head in agreement. “True that.”

She fingered her slim, sequined purse — it was the same shade as the dress
and shoes — as she surrendered to her curiosity. “Any messages for
me?”

“None of the friendly sort, if that’s what you’re
asking.” Even in the dim light she could see his brown eyes sparkle
with amusement.

With a nod, she deftly spun on the points of her shoes and headed toward
the bar’s crowded interior.

“Going to your office, Miss, or should I ask one of the girls to
bring a glass of white wine to your table?”

Her gaze roamed the dim interior as she considered her answer.
“I’m far too restless to concentrate on paperwork tonight. I
think I’ll mingle first, and then find a seat when Jim begins his
first set.”

“You have yourself a fine evening then, Miss Janet.”

Janet penetrated the hazy atmosphere where a broad mix of patrons
congregated around small tables in front of the stage. Tonight’s
headlining act was a real coup for the club. Jim Byrnes owned a nightspot in
Vancouver and rarely played anyplace else. How her manager had sweet-talked
him into taking a trip to her little place in bayou country was a secret
that man wasn’t telling.

A relatively new kid on the national jazz scene, Chris Thomas King was
currently warming up the room with good, old-fashioned songs. Janet hummed
along with his rendition of the old Blues classic John Law as she circulated
through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with old and new friends.

Jim’s name was a big draw, and Janet was pleased to see her staff
keeping up with the clientele’s high demand for fresh, full glasses.
Most of the customers wouldn’t want a meal so late at night, just a
few Cajun snacks to keep the alcohol company. Janet noted that Maria and her
kitchen staff seemed to have those requests under control as well.

There was only one question remaining on her mind. By the time she
completed a full circuit of the room, Janet had that answer too. He’s
not here.

Instead of being disappointed, a tremor of excitement rippled along her
spine. He wasn’t here. Yet. But he would come. She was sure of
it.

Janet signaled for a barmaid to bring over a drink as she sat down at an
empty table, the one reserved for her exclusive use, in a dark corner at the
right edge of the stage. Usually, she invited others to join her, but not
this time. The only person whose company she desired now knew where to find
her — and would, sometime before the night was over.

It had been exactly a month ago that she’d first met him, a friend of
a friend who shared her fondness for delta blues and late-night
conversation. They’d talked until dawn threatened to cross the line
from speculation to fact. He’d left her with a passionate kiss and a
promise to return the following Saturday.

In fact, he’d come back again and again to the Zodiac Club, never
staying beyond closing, never asking if he could take her home or inviting
her to his place. But after their last encounter, she knew their next
meeting would end differently. The sexual tension between them had hit a
boiling point. Next time, they’d either turn up the heat until their
rising passion was finally given a chance to burn, or they’d shut off
the gas for good.

And now that night had arrived.

Janet sat alone and waited for him to appear through the blues of Chris
Thomas King and then Jim Byrnes’ opening set. She enjoyed both
musicians thoroughly, yet part of her remained aware of the lingering
emptiness beside her.

As Jim’s second set began, Janet succumbed to a trickle of doubt. Had
he forgotten about their date? Lost interest? Met someone else? Normally she
didn’t allow the presence or absence of a man at her side to cast
doubt on her self-worth, but this man was the exception to every personal
rule she had about dating. She’d been so sure he felt the same way and
now…

“Why do you wear such a sad face, cherè?” a rich,
masculine voice asked from the shadows behind her.

She gasped in surprise. She’d never heard him approach, but somehow
he stood beside her, a living advertisement for sin.

Inside the dark club, his face looked chalk white. The rest of him was
encased in black from neck to toe. A lightweight ribbed turtleneck tucked
into a pair of pleated pants. A sports coat hung over one arm, the opposite
hand rested in his pants’ pocket. So much the man she remembered,
still more shadow than substance. The only part of him that vibrated with
life was the pair of quicksilver eyes which now pierced her soul.

Irritated that he’d made her doubt herself, she snapped,
“You’re like a damn ghost.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he pointed out, moving
to her side.

Janet knew his courtly manners wouldn’t allow him to sit in the empty
chair until it was offered. She’d keep him on pins and needles for a
few more seconds to satisfy her moment of pique. “You’ve missed
most of the show. Jim Byrnes, for heaven’s sake!”

“Is this transgression so severe you’d rather I go?” His
whisky-smooth voice whispered against her ear.

Pure lust snaked down her spine. How could she be inches away from orgasm
just from the sound of his voice?

 

About the Author

Kira Stone has been around the block…the writer’s block, that
is.

From vamps and witches to historical heroes, from futuristic scientists to
paranormal corporate executives, from Canadian werewolves to off-world
shifters, Kira has written about them all. Manlove has sparked hot and heavy
in many of her plots, but Kira also finds a lucky lady to keep the sexy
heroes company from time to time. While Scotland remains her favorite place
in the world, Kira is constantly in search of new adventures to add to the
creative primordial ooze where her best stories are born.

 

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