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Not In Use (#1)

 

LGBTQ, Dark Fantasy, Romance

Date to be Published: April 25, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

 

Love — and Magic — find desperate lovers in unlikely places.

Chase: It is a madness that draws Chase to the Louisiana bayou, leaving his
sister and his art studio behind. The fact that he longs to strip off his
clothes and run naked through the swamp with the wild creatures who live
there isn’t his first clue that something isn’t right with him… but it
just might be his last.

A Painter’s Price: Jason has studied the Painter for years, but when he
finally meets Eric he’s not prepared for the powerful erotic feelings the
artist provokes in him. His need to touch Erik slowly overrides every other,
until there is nothing he can do but surrender, mind, body and soul.

Rythan’s Becoming: Rythan knows he must harness his sexual energy and burn
through his shell to truly Become an adult. But Becoming also requires the
help of his catalysts, a pair of adults he’s never met, and water doesn’t
combine easily with fire and air. Can Rythan pass the final test and meet
his Destiny?

 

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Excerpt from A Painter’s Price

Copyright ©2025 Kira Stone

 

This is one fine orgy. The self-congratulatory thought filtered through
Erik’s lust-fueled mind as he licked expensive red wine off the impressive
cock bobbing before his lips. Who his mystery lover was, Erik couldn’t say.
He had a nice meaty shaft, though. Not terribly long, but wide enough to
split a man open. Erik’s sphincter spasmed just from imagining the feel of
that thick cock sliding into him.

Salty-sweet pre-cum hit his tongue. He gave his lover’s ass a slap to bring
forth another drop. Nectar of the gods, as far as Erik was concerned. Every
man tasted different, and yet he loved them all.

“Oh, fuck me,” the man whimpered around his mouthful of Erik’s
cock.

“Not this time.”

The spirit was willing, but the body grew weak. He’d been going at it, in
one form or another, for several days now. The need for a long,
uninterrupted sleep gnawed at him. He was hard pressed to keep his eyes
open. Silently promising to make it up to his lover later, if he remembered,
Erik sucked in earnest.

His lover attempted to return the attention. Erik winced as teeth caught
his sensitive skin. All the more reason to end this quickly, he decided. At
the moment, this man needed more education than he had the patience
for.

His lover bucked and groaned under him. It didn’t take long to coax him
into orgasm. Seed spilled across Erik’s tongue in a honey-sweet river. He
drank down every last drop, feeling it was his due for the hard work he’d
put in.

Under his guidance, the man continued to pleasure him with hand and mouth.
Finally a weak orgasm rolled through Erik in quiet surrender, proving he’d
been right about his need for a lengthy respite. He might have stayed awake
long enough to mumble a word of praise before he lost himself in the warm,
dark embrace of sleep.

* * *

A cool breeze ripped through the room some time later. The long brocade
curtains surrounding the bed writhed, and the firelight flickered as though
it were about to die in its wake. That alone would not have disturbed Erik
from his well-earned slumber. No, a great booming voice startled him out of
a deep sleep.

“Since you love your art above all else, I hereby sentence you to an
eternity of creation.”

“What?” Fear trickled through the horrible hangover clouding
Erik’s brain. Though he couldn’t yet see the shadowy figure standing beside
the bed through his bloodshot eyes, he recognized the voice. The king’s mage
was not pleased, and that was never a good thing.

“For the rest of your life, you will produce some of the finest art
ever created.”

Well, that didn’t sound so bad. Painting was, after all, his passion.
“Errrr… thank you.”

A sneer entered the mage’s voice as he continued. “Your creative
energies will be your only sustenance. You will not eat or drink or sleep.
You will not be troubled by mortal weaknesses except on the one night a year
when the price of being the greatest painter alive must be paid to me, a
fragment of your inner spirit to be given to a vessel of my choosing. You
will exist solely to create… until your soul is empty.”

Now that last bit seemed a little extreme. Honestly, Erik didn’t know what
good his soul was doing for him, but he didn’t think it would be wise to go
around without one. “Is that really necessary? Painting is all I’m good
at anyway.”

“Painting… and debauchery. The king has lost all patience with
the discord you create among his court with your callous, self-indulgent
behavior. Could you not even leave the livestock alone?” the mage
muttered with disgust.

“That wasn’t me,” Erik protested as he tried to extract himself
from the tangle of limbs pinning him down. A small corner of his brain
wondered again who the bed belonged to, how long he’d been in it, and if his
host’s largess would hold out until he had a bite of bread and cheese, maybe
another mug of wine.

“Not in body, perhaps, but the act was done with your encouragement.
You sow depravity into the souls of the good people of this land, leaving a
trail of broken marriages and broken hearts behind. The king will have no
more of this debauchery!”

“I hardly think all the consequences of the court’s questionable
behavior can be blamed on me.” Erik looked around for his clothes, a
little intimidated to be talking to the king’s mage without a stitch on.
However, every garment he found smelled rank with spent passion. He flipped
the bed curtain over his lap instead. “I enjoy a good party. What soul
doesn’t? That’s human nature, not a crime.”

“The evidence is quite plain, and the king has rendered his judgment.
He left it to me to determine your punishment. After a fortnight of
observation, I see the only way to change your ways is to give you exactly
what you desire.”

Warning bells clamored in his head, but Erik couldn’t puzzle out exactly
what about that statement troubled him. “Would the king be satisfied if
I left the city for a few weeks?” Surely he could convince one of the
rich lords in the outlying districts to keep him sheltered and fed for a
month.

“Your departure might satisfy him, but it will not satisfy me. From
this day forth, you will breathe art, dine on creative passion, and survive
as long as your depraved, artistic soul can sustain you.” The mage’s
robes rippled as if an angry fall wind had whirled around him. “As I
will it, so mote it be,” the mage intoned with an earth-shaking
power.

And, just like that, Erik’s life transformed.

 

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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Azrael Teaser Tuesday

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Devil’s Boneyard MC (#13)

Romantic Suspense / MC Romance

Date to Be Published: April 25, 2025

Publisher:  Changeling Press

 

 

Sometimes, to find yourself, you have to get lost in the shadows. Are you
ready to embrace the darkness?

 

Zara: My mother vanished without a trace, and no one seems willing to help.
Except for one enigmatic figure whispered about in hushed tones: the Angel
of Death, Azrael, a guardian of justice who ensures bad men meet their fate.
I set out to find him. I didn’t count on finding him to be the sexiest man
I’d ever met, or falling for him. In his arms, I find an unexpected
sanctuary. I should be terrified of his violent world, but he offers me
safety and ignites a passion I’ve never felt before.

Azrael: I live in the shadows, doing whatever I must to protect those who
have lost all hope. It’s no place for a woman. Then I met Zara.  Her
fierce spirit and unwavering courage break down my walls. I’ll stop at
nothing to bring her mother home, even if it means I leave a trail of bodies
in my wake. For Zara, I’d do anything, even walk through hell itself. I
never wanted to fall in love… but now that I have, I’ll do anything to
keep my new family safe. I’m the monster who hunts other monsters, the one
who defends those who can’t protect themselves. Now I need to make sure that
darkness doesn’t touch those I love, or die trying.

 

Lose yourself in a world where love conquers fear, and courage fights
against the darkness.

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Copyright ©2025 Harley Wylde

 

I grabbed some paper towels and wet them, wiping at the blood spatters on
my shirt. Better to have a wet shirt than one covered in red. When I was
done, I washed my hands once more then dried them. As I stared at my
reflection, I tried to see my mother in me. I’d never known my dad,
but I liked to think I didn’t have a damn thing in common with
him.

My mom been dead a long-ass time. Cancer took her slow, gave me time to say
goodbye but not enough time to become the man she’d wanted me to be.
College educated. Safe job. Family.

“Sorry, Mom,” I whispered. “Didn’t quite work out
that way.”

Instead, I’d found the Devil’s Boneyard. Or they’d found
me. Stripes had seen something in me. Potential, he called it. Cinder had
given me purpose. The club had given me family.

Would she understand? I’d like to think so. Mom had been pragmatic
about the world. “Sometimes good people have to do bad things to
protect what matters,” she’d told me once, after I’d
gotten suspended for breaking a bully’s nose. She hadn’t
approved, exactly, but she’d understood.

The men in that alley weren’t good people. They would have brought
poison into our town, destroyed lives, all for profit. I’d stopped
that. Three lives against how many I’d potentially saved?

The math made sense to me, even if it wouldn’t have to her.

I checked myself in the mirror one more time. No visible blood. Nothing to
attract attention. I ran my fingers through my hair and practiced looking
normal. Not too hard. I’d gotten good at it over the years.

Before leaving, I wiped down everything I’d touched. The
Devil’s Boneyard had friends in the police department, but certain
habits kept you alive in this business. Attention to detail. Never get
sloppy.

I unlocked the door. The attendant glanced up as I passed, his gaze moving
over me in assessment.

“You look better,” he said, voice gravelly from years of
cigarettes.

I stopped. “Better than what?”

He shrugged. “Than when you came in. Like maybe you found what you
were looking for.”

Something about his stare made me take a closer look. The tattoo peeking
out from his sleeve wasn’t just any ink. I recognized the style.
Prison work.

“Maybe I did,” I said carefully. “You work here
long?”

“Long enough to know when to mind my own business.” He tapped
his finger against the counter. “Long enough to know what kind of men
come through here needing to clean up.

I felt my muscles tense, ready for trouble. “That right?”

He nodded toward my cut. “Devil’s Boneyard. You boys do good
work. Kept my sister’s kid off the shit when the Undead Serpents were
running it through here. I respect that.”

I relaxed slightly. “Just doing what needs doing.”

“Heard there’s new players moving in. Minions or some
shit.” He spat into a cup beside the register. “Bad news, those
boys. No respect.”

“No respect,” I agreed. “And not long for this world if
they keep pushing.”

He nodded, understanding passing between us. “Good hunting,
brother.”

I pushed open the door, night air cool against my face. The town spread out
before me, lights glittering in the darkness. Most people out there had no
idea what happened in the shadows to keep them safe. They didn’t know
about men like me, or the lines we crossed so they wouldn’t have
to.

That was fine. Let them sleep easy. I’d carry the weight of what
I’d done tonight. Add it to all the rest. It wasn’t a burden
anymore — just the price of the life I’d chosen.

I started my bike and pulled onto the empty street. The compound waited,
and after that, more work to be done. The town needed cleaning, and I was
just getting started.

I rolled through the gates of the Devil’s Boneyard compound just past
midnight, the tension easing from my shoulders as I passed under the
skull-adorned archway. Home. Or the closest thing to it I’d had in
years. Floodlights illuminated the lot where dozens of bikes stood in neat
rows, chrome glinting like scattered stars. Two Prospects snapped to
attention as I pulled up.

“They’re waiting for you,” one of them said, not meeting
my eyes directly. Smart kid. He’d learn the rules fast enough — never
look too eager, never too scared. Balance was everything in this life. After
the shit we’d dealt with, we’d cracked down on the rules when
bringing in Prospects. Too many rotten apples.

“How long they been in there?” I asked.

“‘Bout an hour. Stripes came in with news from town, then
Samurai showed up. Charming’s still in his office.”

I nodded and headed for the clubhouse. The two-story building had been
renovated recently. Now it was somewhere between a fortress and
headquarters.

The heavy door opened to the sound of classic rock and the smell of
whiskey, smoke, and leather. Our main room sprawled before me, all exposed
brick and worn hardwood floors. The long bar against the far wall gleamed
with decades of polishing. Trophy pipes and old photos covered the walls,
history and legacy looking down on each new generation.

Three of my brothers played pool in the corner, their laughter cutting
through Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man” pumping from the
speakers. A couple of club girls lounged on the couches, one stretching like
a cat as I walked in. She smiled, inviting. I gave her a nod but kept
moving. Business first.

Stripes and Samurai sat at the bar, hunched over amber-filled glasses,
their heads close in conversation. Stripes spotted me first.

“The hunter returns,” he said, his Russian accent thick as
always. “Was beginning to think you’d fallen into trouble,
brother.”

I slid onto the stool beside him. “Takes more than a few Minion punks
to cause me trouble.”

The Prospect behind the bar, Harland, had a glass of Jack in front of me
before I could ask. Smart kid. I took a long swallow, the burn a welcome
friend after the night’s work.

“You find what Charming sent you for?” Samurai asked, his voice
quiet.

“Found it and handled it.” I set my glass down. “Three of
them doing a weapons exchange in the alley behind Murphy’s. High-end
stuff — Glocks, AR-15s, quality ammo. Not street-level shit. Bag is on my
bike.”

Stripes whistled low. “They’re arming for war,
then.”

About the Author

Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
Romances. With an unwavering commitment to sensual storytelling, Wylde
immerses her readers in an exciting world of fierce men and irresistible
women. Her works exude passion, danger, and gritty realism, while still
managing to end on a satisfying note each time.

When not crafting her tales, Wylde spends her time brainstorming new
plotlines, indulging in a hot cup of Starbucks, or delving into a good book.
She has a particular affinity for supernatural horror literature and movies.
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Poetry, Art

Date Published: 10-14-2024

Publisher: Infinite Heart Publications

 

 

The Timeless Dance of Love and Devotion

These poetic verses explore the timeless and transcendent nature of love,
where beauty and devotion surpass the boundaries of time and space. The
writer evokes a cosmic connection between two souls, celebrating love as an
eternal, infinite force that binds them together in a dance of passion and
unity.

About the Author

Lark Compton

Lark enjoys being a hermit and staying out of the limelight.

He has been know to accidentally bodysurf with turtles at play.

He leaves them alone and they leave him alone.

Everyone’s happy.

 

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Eurovision Blitz

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A Plea For Respect: Continental Songs And British Attitudes

 

POP MUSIC /Ethnomusicoligy

 

 

The Eurovision Song Contest holds a unique place in the history of modern
Europe.

The yearly pan-European soiree has developed into a phenomenon that is now
far more than a mere song festival,

Unveiling the beauty and diversity of Europe’s most iconic music event –
The Eurovision Song Contest.

The Eurovision Song Contest has grown to become a great European tradition
and holds a unique place in the history of modern Europe. The yearly
pan-Eurpean soiree has developed into a phenomenon that is now far more than
a mere song festival.Its stage has been graced by Europe`s greatest artistes
and its songs written by some of the continent`s most respected song writers
yet there still exists negative attitudes towards it in Britain where the
Contest is often portrayed as of little aesthetic value .A more in-depth
study shows that it is far from a parade of glitz and banal lyrics. Through
this book we delve into the background and history into which many of its
entries had their roots and examine why it has been maligned so much in
Britain and how certain attitudes have taken root particularly in the U.K as
well as taking a closer look at notable entries throughout its history. We
travel on a journey through the plethora of artistes, songs and events that
have made up the Contest and site the reasons why it should be regarded as
quality culture and merit respect.

About the Author

Steve Kerr

Steve Kerr was brought up in the pleasant seaside town of Broughty Ferry in
North East Scotland. He spent part of his teenage life in Glamis Castle,
home to Macbeth and the Queen Mother, reputed to be the most haunted house
in Scotland! He later worked and studied in London, he also lived in Spain,
Hungary and for a number of years, Greece and worked as a lecturer in
Yorkshire.

Steve’s interest in writing came from the early 1970s when his somewhat
unconventional English teacher encouraged his creativity. His creativity and
imagination went back however to childhood when he would create stories and
draw them in a series of pictures. He has always had a strong interest in
History and music. As a teenager he composed many songs but never met with
success his creative abilities were slowly channeled into writing books. His
first Novel ” A Cafe In Arcadia”, about life in an insular Greek town, was
published in 2014. He had already published ” The Christmas Tree Of Tales ”
in 2013 under the name S R Kerr.. In 2021 he published another novel “The
Winding Streets Of Kolonaki” set in Athens.

He counts a love of music in his interests as well as travel and reading.
He has travelled extensively to places as diverse as Pakistan and Peru and
hopes to visit Japan, Hong Kong and the USA in the near future.

Growing up next to the beach on the River Tay in his home town was a a
major influence on him as was living in a castle. He was always interested
in anthropology and visiting other countries where he often immersed himself
in their culture. Places he visited and lived in inspired much of his
writing, as did his interest in psychology, people watching. He worked as a
lecturer, tutor, journalist ,civil servant in London where at a point he
shared a house with the group The Test Department.

He is at the moment working on three other books

1) Eurovision, A plea for respect (continental songs and British
attitudes)

2)The afternoons of Sanjay Bassinger

3)It Came Upon One Christmas Eve.

 

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Book One of the Alderland Series

 

Middle Grade Fiction

Date to be Published: 05-01-2025

Publisher: Our Street Books

 

 

Deep in the woods of the Winnodov property sits the abandoned theater.
Something mysterious happened during the last performance there – the same
night Mr. Winnodov disappeared.

Eight years later, it’s happening again. A group of mischievous
teenagers sneaks into the theater. And now, one is missing.

When 12-year-old Beth Shoner learns who the missing teen is, she sets off
with two friends to find him. But what they discover is more astonishing
than they could ever have imagined.

Early Reviews

 

5 stars – “Absolute gem of a read that had me hooked from the first
page. A thrilling, magical adventure with a touch of danger.”

~K.L, Netgalley

 

5 stars – “Genuinely brilliant tale filled with lush imagery and
fantastical settings. Wonderful fantasy adventure. Very highly
recommended.”

~A.S., Readers Favorite

 

5 stars – “What a compelling and engaging read. Action-packed,
magical, and entertaining. A must-read middle-school/YA fantasy read.

~A.A, Author

 

5 stars – “Masterfully weaves suspense and wonder, keeping readers on
edge with unexpected twists and a richly built setting.”

~Kids World book blog

 

5 stars – “Novel is wonderful, whimsical and beautifully
crafted. A spectacular read for people of all ages.”

~T.C., Goodreads

About the Author

Dana Robertson

Dana Robertson lives in Oshawa, Ontario, Canada. She writes fantasy,
mystery, science fiction and middle grade fiction.

 

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