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A Curious Collection of Information about the English Language

 

Nonfiction

Date Published: June 11, 2023

Publisher: Mindstir Media

David Helton (Illustrator)

 

In What’s the Difference, the distinctions between similar words are
explored. Words such as cemeteries and graveyards, cougars and pumas, oceans
and seas are explained, as well as seltzer water and club soda, milk and
buttermilk, buffalo and bison.

Words that we frequently use interchangeably often have subtle differences,
and sometimes have significantly different meanings. This book provides a
fun look into the array of words in the English language that have similar
meanings.

 

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Preface

Some time ago, I was on a family vacation, driving with my kids in southern Ohio to a week’s stay in a rustic cabin in Lake Hope State Park, a park that we had found to be a great destination for relaxation, swimming, and hiking. As we approached the park, we passed a wetland that had a sign identifying the area as a marsh. “Looks like a swamp,” I said. “I wonder what the difference is between a marsh and a swamp?” We all had some ideas about what the difference was and we talked about those ideas. Later, we looked up the definitions and had a better understanding that the difference related to the porosity of the soil and the type of vegetation in the wetland. 

Later during that week, we hiked up to the old pioneer cemetery in the woods near the place where the town of Hope, my grandfather’s boyhood home, now long disappeared, had once stood. My son asked if I knew the difference between a graveyard and a cemetery. When I said that I didn’t, he informed me that a graveyard related to the proximity of a church, while a cemetery was a community burial place—a need that developed when graveyards became overfilled and began to cause sanitary and health issues. 

On those and many later occasions, I would find myself wondering about the difference between this or that, ordinary everyday things that seemed similar: swamps and marshes; graveyards and cemeteries; blackberries and black raspberries. Frequently during conversations with my family, someone would ask, “What’s the difference between a sea and an ocean?” or “What’s the difference between a maze and a labyrinth?” or “What’s the difference between sand and quicksand?” 

Over the next months and even years, we began to think of more of these types of similar items. It became kind of a game with us and a few friends to ask whether we knew the difference between one thing and another. Frequently, one of us would already know the answer and wanted to test the others or to pass on a bit of trivia. We began to think of additional items: carousel and merry-go-round; hurricane and cyclone; lasso and lariat. We might think we knew the answer, but often we were wrong. Sometimes it turned out that the difference was slight or that there was no difference. When we would look to find the answer, there would be some confirmations (a hog is bigger than a pig), some surprises (a merry-go-round and carousel can rotate in different directions), and some things that we had not even considered (why some drinks should be stirred and some should be shaken). As the list, both written and mental, expanded, we often tested each other’s memory. When the subject would come up, we could almost see the mental wheels turning as each of us tried to think of a new item. 

I started to keep a record on pieces of paper, napkins, a torn piece of newspaper—wanting to record the idea before it slipped away. As the list grew, I became interested in putting the items together for our own fun. Eventually, the idea of this book developed. I was surprised at how often the question surfaced. While touring in historic Williamsburg, I was told the difference between an axe and a hatchet, and a bit of a history of prescription and non-prescription medicines. Often in old churchyards, guides would talk about the evolution from graveyards to cemeteries. And while visiting an old mansion, a tour of the building’s nooks and crannies was offered. The list continued to grow. When someone would ask, “What’s the difference between [two things]?” our joke became, “It’s in the book.” 

This collection of items that are similar, different, or the same is a look into language and its purposes and history. And it’s a look into how to tell whether an animal is a crocodile or an alligator, if a body of water is a strait or a channel, or if a piece of land is an isthmus or a causeway. 

The explanations included here are not intended to be exhaustive, but to examine the key differences between one thing and another. Seeing the differences between two or three things might provoke an interest in exploring a topic further. I know it has for me. In looking at the difference between an enclave and an exclave, I found it fascinating to do some reading about where these pieces of land can be found and how their boundaries became what they are. It was fascinating to learn that the Northwest Angle, a piece of land that is part of the United States but accessible on land only through Canada, was created by a mistake in map reading.

 This book is organized by grouping into categories of items that seem to relate to the same overall topic. Other miscellaneous items are interspersed throughout. But the topics and items are all somewhat random thoughts that have occurred to me, so it’s not necessary to read the book in any particular order. The reader can pick a page at random or read a section of related items. The narrative about some of the items is short, while with others it is a bit more in-depth. 

You might notice how often a question comes up in everyday conversation: What’s the difference between gelato and ice cream? What’s the difference between a wharf and a pier? Or: How can I tell the difference between a crow and a raven? You likely have things like this that you have wondered about. 

Reading this book will probably get you to thinking about what some differences might be. And, as it has with me, when you think of a question of differences, it might have you doing some reading or a bit of research to find the answer. For example, why do we think a bison is a buffalo, or a labyrinth is a maze? Knowing the difference can come from learning a bit of history or something about a particular business, activity, or animal. 

It’s a fun learning process. 

Enjoy reading these pieces of information about language and see what new knowledge you might take away. Perhaps you might even impress someone with your knowledge of a bit of trivia!

 

 

About the Author

Thomas Baechle

Thomas Baechle grew up and until recently lived in Cleveland, Ohio,
spending time near Lake Erie and hiking, bicycling, and picnicking  in
the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. 

He enjoys traveling and road trips and has visited most of the national
parks in the US and each of the  50 states.

“Each park and each state is unique in its beauty
grandeur.”

Thomas has pursued various  adventures and has backpacked across Isle
Royale National Park several times with his son and grandson, skydived with
his children, and run with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. 

He recently relocated to the south shore of Massachusetts, where he enjoys
time with family near Plymouth and Duxbury Bays. 

Before his retirement, Tom enjoyed a legal career.

 

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Mind-Stirring Business Secrets Virtual Book Tour

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The Journey to Success: A Conversation with Entrepreneurs & Industry
Leaders

 

Business Nonfiction

Date Published: July 28, 2023

Publisher: MindStir Media

INTRODUCTION WITH SHARK TANK’S KEVIN HARRINGTON AND WALL STREET JOURNAL
& USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR J. J. HEBERT

 

Being an entrepreneur can be a challenging path. But what if it didn’t have
to be? What if you could tap into the expertise of a world-renowned
entrepreneurial icon, an award-winning publishing CEO, a celebrity agent,
real estate moguls, and a host of others who have been where you are …
that moment before things took off? What if they were willing to share some
of the most important lessons from their journeys?

Mind-Stirring Business Secrets is a collection of wisdom offered by almost
two dozen business leaders from a wide range of fields, all with one crucial
thing in common–they turned their dreams into reality. And with their help,
you can too.

Inside you’ll find hacks to maximize your business valuation, the magic of
co-creation and why it works, tips on becoming your best self so your
business reaches its full potential, and much more. Give yourself the
advantage of million-dollar mentors and their Mind-Stirring Business
Secrets.

 

Authors who contributed to this book:

Christen Hagan, Darren Prince, Christopher Masiello, Jesse Haynes, Karl
Yaacoub, Dr. Kathleen McAllister, Ami Mariscal, Ocean Eagle, Mark Paul,
Jason Pliml, Bably Bhasin, Donald Williams, Paul Gunn, Dr. Britney Caruso,
Norm Ashley, Jake Butler, Jack Atkinson, Myrielle Philistin, Carolyn
Watkins, and Youngtae Kim

 

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I’m sitting on stage next to Shark Tank’s Kevin Harrington at a business event in Tampa, Florida. Inventors are pitching us their products as we deliver feedback. The audience is full of entrepreneurs attentively taking notes, hoping for their turn to present to our panel. As Kevin hands me the microphone and I start to address the room, it’s hard to imagine that twenty-fi ve years ago, my family could barely make ends meet.

 

How did I arrive here? Perhaps my early years led me to this point. Mom was young, single, and supporting four maniacal children on a $30,000-a-year salary. Life wasn’t easy, but I always had this feeling that the future would be different.

 

We were always taken care of, with lots of love and food on the ta ble. But adversity was part of our everyday lives, as with many poor families. Where financial struggle exists, so does limitation. I felt the burden of being restricted by never having money, cars breaking down, needing new clothes, turning down social activities. But this limitation unveiled a profound realization for me: freedom was to become my ultimate driver in life.

 

My definition of freedom encompassed many areas—financial freedom, freedom with your time, freedom to live life the way you truly want. The desire for this freedom was so intrinsic, it is still a part of my very core. It is how I make decisions today, both personally and professionally.

 

As the oldest, I matured quickly and assumed a managerial identity early on. Leadership, though, came naturally. At the age of seventeen, I started reading books about building wealth and achieving your goals. Stephen Covey, Jim Rohn, Napoleon Hill, and other business writers molded me into the entrepreneur I was meant to become. Inside these pages were the answers to obtaining my freedom.

 

This leads me to my first “mind-stirring business secret . . .”

 

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Christian Young Adult Fantasy

Date Published: November 2023

 

 

A vanishing boy, human-animal hybrids, and the grisly murder of one’s
peers are a lot to handle. Existing in two worlds, being hunted by your
town’s killer, and nearly dying every day doesn’t make it any
easier. For 15-year-old Stephen Benson, all of this has become normal,
managing one life as a town outcast and another as a fantasy land hero.
Hopeless and depressed, will he overcome his inner demons and the outer evil
hounding his spirit? Will he listen to the child-penguin fairy? Will he save
the girl he loves and prevent the slaughter of more teens?

The Savior of Norfolk is set in the not-too-distant future when America has
been divided by political and ideological hate. It is a fresh take on
understanding the purpose of existence and suffering and wrestles with a
spiritual understanding of reality.

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I decided I would die in the next three days. 

It seemed we were in the final months before America’s next civil war, or the peaceful divorce as many hoped. Violent clashes between the political parties had escalated to a degree not seen in the country since 1865. Norfolk had remained at peace, not succumbing to the rest of America’s destruction by political hate. However, there were now rumblings, and the signs were becoming impossible to ignore. 

Even so, we tried. 

Casey lift ed the amber-filled Jack Daniel’s bottle to his lips and took a sip. Neither of us had said anything for the last minute as we sat on the dirt, our backs resting against the red brick of George’s Grocery. At the rear of the store, we were safe from the eyes of others. Norfolk’s moral standards had definitely decreased over the years, but it hadn’t yet become acceptable for two fifteen-year-olds to skip school to get drunk. 

“Man, I love alcohol,” Casey said with eyes closed and a half-smile as he lowered the bottle to his lap. “What a great way to escape.” 

Escape. That was what I wanted, and that was what I would get – before the end of the weekend. Escape from political BS, escape from social unrest, escape from the meaninglessness of existence. For much of my life, I had wanted to die, but over the last few weeks the desire had been stronger than ever before, and there was no indication of it lessening. 

“Imagine how much life would suck if we didn’t have booze,” Casey said, turning his face toward me. “Seriously. All the ridiculous, useless, stupid crap they fill our minds with and no way to kill off the brain cells? How could we survive?” 

Killing off the brain cells? Though it was unlikely Casey was thinking about death, his words made me think of nothing else. He continued to talk, but I was only partly listening. Remaining quiet, I kept my sight in the distance, staring absently into the trees of Norfolk Grove. Beyond the field of unkempt dying grass and weeds ahead of us, maybe 150 feet away, was a collection of oak trees, Norfolk’s idea for a forest. Their green leaves and thick branches had provided protection from the summer’s blazing sun, and seeing them I was reminded of how they had often provided escape, not just from the sun’s heat but from the reminders of what life was like outside the grove, a life in which rational thought was diminishing by the day. Though the sun was just as violent as any other August day, and escaping to their covering would bring a respite from the sweat that drenched our bodies under the open sky, I had little desire to move toward the trees as I was reminded of the teen not much older than me hanging by his neck from a rope attached to such a life-giving oak. 

The photo had been all over the internet. His eyes were partly open, his face lightly blue. There was also a video recording, which was worse, depending on who you asked. Those who had done it, the ones who had beaten the kid to near death, the ones who had bound his hands behind him and strung him up, laughed and shouted, their heads covered by black ski masks, their voices suggesting youth not much different in age. The boy, supposedly a religious freak, was said to have had different social and political views than the rest. He was apparently intolerant and, because of this, he was killed by the tolerant who couldn’t tolerate him. Funny thing, though I didn’t believe in any religion or weird fantasy stuff, my views weren’t much different from his. 

As I watched the scene unfold in my mind, the boy’s hanging body was replaced with mine – my lifeless eyes, my face blue, my body unmoving. Had I lived somewhere else, the boy could have easily been me. In Norfolk, it was still safe, but I didn’t expect that to last long. The heat between the political parties was rising, and it would be no surprise if it soon rivaled that of our summer sun. But I wasn’t afraid of dying. No, I wanted it. Maybe not hanging by a noose, but by some other means, some way of escaping the futility of life that was worsening by the day. Our high school had taught us that life’s meaning was found in having success, being happy, and changing our world for the better. Anyone with a functioning brain cell could tell you this was all relative. Success had no end, and everyone defined it differently. What determined a change for the better was also perceived differently, evidenced by the hanging boy. And being happy? What was the point? To live out our lives with less pain, waiting for death as the world went to hell?

 

About the Author

Nathan Edmundson

Nathan Edmundson has lived in many states throughout his lifetime but is
currently residing in Tyler, Texas and hopes to stay put. When not writing,
he works as a psychologist and enjoys nutrition and fitness, traveling,
spending time with friends and family, serving with his church, and eating
at restaurants he hasn’t yet visited.

 

 

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(Devil’s Fury MC)

Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense

Date Published: Dec 29 2023

 

 

China — I came to the US to further my education. I never counted on
falling for a gruff biker who was so much older than me. But Blades never
hesitated when I told him I was pregnant. He was the best man I’d ever
met… until he went to prison. All our lives unraveled after that. My
daughter was taken from me, and I was sold. I thought I’d never escape
the hell of being exploited and abused, until he walked through the doors
again, looking like a wrathful angel. He may have saved me, but do I really
deserve his love?

Blades — Being falsely accused of murder was bad enough. Finding out
someone stole my woman and daughter was another. Our precious little Meiling
found herself a good man, and she’s safe. Now I need to save her
mother. My China. I’m going to gut everyone who dared to touch her and
send them all straight to hell… then I’ll do whatever it takes
to prove to her she’s safe with me, and that I’ve never stopped
loving her. China and Meiling are my entire world, and I’m going to
protect them — this time.

 

WARNING: Guaranteed happily ever after, no cliffhanger, no cheating.
Recommended for readers 18+ due to adult situations, language, and
violence.

 

 

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I eyed the man in front of me. It had been a long ass time since I’d
seen the Devil’s Fury cut. “So, one of you finally came to see
me. No one’s ever brought a pretty woman with them,
though.”

The name Dingo wasn’t one I was familiar with. Then again, he looked
young. Probably started prospecting after I’d been locked up. He put
his hand on the woman’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“You’re Robert Young?” she asked.

“Don’t go by that name anymore. I’m Blades. Who’s
looking for Young?”

She took a breath and seemed to be steeling herself. I should have been the
one preparing. Her next words would have knocked me on my ass if I’d
been standing.

“I’m Meiling Shan Young. Your daughter, if my birth certificate
is correct.”

I fell back against the metal chair. My daughter? “Fucking
hell.”

“So you do know who I am?” she asked.

“Yeah. Told your mother not to bring you here. Why did she let you
come now?” In all this time, China had stayed away just as I’d
demanded. Had something happened to bring my daughter here after all these
years?

“She didn’t. I don’t even remember her,” Meiling
said.

My gaze shot to Dingo. Who the hell was he? Why had he brought her here?
“Are you responsible for her being here? How she’d get mixed up
with the club? I told Xi-wang to keep away from the Devil’s
Fury.”

“We don’t know yet what happened to Xi-wang. Shortly after you
were locked up, your daughter went into foster care and her mother vanished
without a trace,” Dingo said. “As to why she’s with
me… she’s my wife.”

I shot to my feet. “Like fuck she is!”

After everything I’d been through to keep them safe, this had to
happen? I didn’t know how she’d met this bastard, but I’d
see to it he was buried six feet under. How dare he touch my precious
child?

“Sit down, old man,” Dingo said. “She’s been
accepted by the club as my ol’ lady, and we’re legally married.
Besides, she could be carrying your grandchild.”

I felt my blood pressure rising and wanted nothing more than to wring his
neck. Slowly, I took my seat. Going after him right now wouldn’t do me
any good. If my daughter liked him, then it would only hurt my relationship
with her — assuming I ever had the chance to have one.

“Why the fuck are you here?” I asked, focusing on Dingo.

“We need some answers. Mei doesn’t remember her mother, and
never knew about you. In fact, her birth certificate was buried and a false
one put in its place. You tried to keep her a secret, but it’s time to
talk.”

I didn’t like it, but they weren’t the only ones who needed
answers. They said my daughter couldn’t remember her mother. Where the
hell was China? If I found out someone had hurt her, I was going to
slaughter everyone responsible. “Fine. I’ll tell you what I
know, then you explain what’s really going on.”

I told them how I met Meiling’s mother, about us falling in love, and
me keeping the two of them a secret from the club. Everything up until I
went to prison. After that, I lost track of China. I’d thought she was
only listening to me and keeping away as I’d told her to do. I should
have found a way to check up on her.

Meiling slumped in her seat. “So you don’t know what happened
to her, or how I ended up in foster care?”

“Nope. I never even heard she was missing. No one ever came to ask me
about you, but you were mine legally. If someone finds out what happened, I
sure the fuck want to know,” I said.

“Outlaw is working on it,” Dingo said. “He’s a
hacker for the club. Only thing we know for sure is the foster family who
had Meiling…” Dingo stopped mid-sentence.

I wanted to ask what the hell a hacker was, but more importantly, what was
it he didn’t want to tell me? If it had to do with my daughter, then I
deserved to know. He might be married to her, but she was my baby first and
foremost.

Meiling met my gaze. I knew whatever they were hiding would gut me.
“He doesn’t want to tell you.”

“Did they hurt you?” I asked.

“They made her into a whore by the age of fourteen,” Dingo
said. Even I could hear the pain in his voice.

I slammed my fists into the table, and everything went red. I roared out my
rage, standing so fast the chair fell over. I ripped the chain free of the
table and continued to pound the metal surface, denting it. Guards rushed
in, and I knew they were going to put me in solitary if I didn’t calm
down, but I couldn’t. I wanted to make them all suffer. Every last
person who’d harmed my baby needed to die, and I wanted to be the one
to do it.

Dingo held up a hand, cautioning them to stay back. “Give him a
minute. We gave him bad news.”

Bad news? I nearly laughed. That was putting it mildly. Finding out my
favorite motorcycle had turned to rust would be bad news. Discovering my
China had moved on and found someone else would be bad news. Hearing someone
turned my daughter into a prostitute while she was still a kid made me want
to set the entire world ablaze.

“No. Fuck that shit.” I looked from my daughter to Dingo.
“I didn’t fucking kill those people. You find out who did, get
me out of here, and I’ll handle the men who hurt my
daughter.”

“I didn’t hear that,” one of the guards muttered.
“Did. Not. Fucking. Hear. It.” He walked out, dragging the other
one with him. At least they had some sense.

“Are you trying to say you’re innocent?” Meiling
asked.

I gave a bark of laughter. Innocent? Me? Not hardly. “No, daughter.
I’m far from innocent, but I didn’t commit the murders I was
accused of. If Outlaw can find out what happened with your situation, then
maybe he can help with mine. When I got locked up, there wasn’t anyone
capable of digging up that kind of dirt, not within the club, and certainly
no one who gave a shit about me. You get me out of here, and I’ll make
sure they all fucking pay.”

“On one condition,” Dingo said.

He had some nerve adding a stipulation. Was he trying to keep me away from
my daughter?

“What’s that, boy?” I asked.

“You give your blessing for me and Mei to be together.” He
cleared his throat. “I love her, and I will love and protect any
children we have together. If we’re ever blessed with
any.”

“You’re an idiot,” Mei told him, but I saw the affection
in her gaze. “But I love you too.”

The way he smiled at the words told me enough. The bastard was head over
heels for my little girl, and since they were already married, I might as
well learn to live with it.

“Fine. You have my blessing, as long as you make her happy. Fuck up,
and I’ll Goddamn bury you where they’ll never find your
body,” I said.

The look he gave me assured me we were on the same page. I hoped like fuck
the club was a better place than it had been when I got locked up. If it
wasn’t, I’d need to find a way to get Meiling away from there.
It didn’t matter if she was married to this little shit or not.
I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe. I’d failed her until
now. Never again.

“I know I’m a stranger to you, girl, but I’m your dad. I
get out of here, and I’ll make things right for you. I don’t
expect you to call me anything other than Blades, until I’ve earned
the right to be called anything else.”

“We’ll have to agree to disagree,” Meiling said.
“Daddy.”

I felt my throat grow tight and my eyes stung. I flashed her a smile,
hoping she knew how much it meant for me to hear her call me Daddy.
I’d missed out on everything. Her first steps. First words. And
because I hadn’t been there to keep them safe, someone had tried to
destroy my family. Once I was free of this place, I’d seek
retribution. I only hoped it didn’t take them too long.

My daughter came closer and put her arms around me. I knew we weren’t
supposed to touch but fuck all of them. I hugged her tight, wanting to
remember this moment forever.

“Love you, Meiling. Always have,” I said, my voice a littler
gruffer than usual. “Even if I can’t get out of here, remember
that. You were wanted, and you were loved. Never doubt it for a
moment.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

* * *

I hadn’t realized they would have me freed within twenty-four hours.
I’d spent eighteen years in prison for something I didn’t do.
All this time, I’d thought my woman was safe. Off living her life,
providing for our child. How could I have been so wrong? I knew about the
evil in the world. Faced it every fucking day, even before I’d gotten
locked up. It never once crossed my mind that darkness would touch my two
girls, especially since I’d made sure to keep them away from the
club.

It had taken a month to handle all the people who’d hurt my daughter
and to find my precious China. She’d been dumped in a brothel not too
far over the state line. From what the hackers had found, it looked like she
was still there. If she wasn’t, I’d beat the hell out of
everyone until I got some answers. One way or another, I was bringing her
home.

Pulling into the parking lot of the Silk Purse, my heart hammered in my
chest. It would be my first time seeing her in so damn long. Did she even
remember me? Had they completely broken her?

I got off the bike and headed inside. The moment I saw her my fucking heart
broke. My beautiful girl was just as stunning now as she’d been
before, even with the scars clearly visible on her face and arms, and a few
silver threads in her hair. She gave me a slight bow as I drew closer, but
her eyes never met mine.

“Welcome to the Silk Purse. What will be your pleasure
tonight?” she asked, her voice still holding the accent I’d so
loved all those years ago.

“My pleasure?” I asked. She still didn’t look up.
“I came to take my woman home. Our daughter needs her.”

She went still, completely frozen. Slowly, she lifted her head and her gaze
locked with mine. The Xi-wang I’d known was there, but just barely. I
could see her, but I could also see the road of pain she’d traveled
while we’d been apart.

“Xi-wang.”

“Robert?” she asked softly. “You went to prison for
murder.”

“Didn’t do it.” I reached for her, tugging her against
me. “But I did kill a few people since then. They all deserved
it.”

I stroked her cheek and wished I could turn back the clock. She’d had
my heart the moment we locked eyes that first time.

 

 

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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The Shape of Heat 2: Nice and Naughty Teaser Tuesday

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Gay Romance / M/M Romance / Romantic Comedy

Date to be Published: December 23, 2024

Publisher:
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Parsifal returns home to spend the Christmas holidays with his family. As
he arrives at the airport, he is greeted by his brother Hart and his
ex-boyfriend Bobby. Bobby is accompanied by his new boyfriend Seth. As they
spend the day together, Parsifal notices something peculiar. Bobby seeks
comfort from Hart rather than Seth after a minor accident at the park.

Meanwhile, Parsifal finds himself drawn to hot nerd Seth. The more time
they spend together, the more Parsifal believes the feeling is mutual.

However, Parsifal’s Christmas holiday is about to get even crazier. His
redneck relatives are coming over for Christmas Eve dinner, and Parsifal is
dreading the chaos that is sure to ensue. Between his family’s quirky
behavior and Seth’s enticing presence, Parsifal’s vacation is shaping
up to be anything but relaxing.

This is the second book in The Shape Of Heat series. It can be read as a
standalone, but the first book, Awakening, should be read first if you wish
to know more about the background of Parsifal and his girlfriends Candi and
Luisa.

 

 

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Excerpt

Over the summer, things heated beyond the boiling point between me and my
longtime friends Candi and Luisa. We grew even closer as the fall that never
looks like fall rolled into the Caribbean island where we work and play. Our
boss had nothing but praise for us as resort workers, and we were popular
writers at Climax Productions. Everyone needs to rest sometime, though, so I
was glad to be heading home to Tennessee to reconnect with family and
friends over the winter holidays.

I was especially looking forward to seeing my big brother Hart and my
ex-boyfriend Bobby. Although Bobby and I broke up after I cheated on him, we
remained close friends. Plus, I was looking forward to meeting Bobby’s new
guy Seth.

Hart was waiting in the pickup zone in his beloved 1965 burgundy Mustang.
He was a dark-haired, lanky drink of water who resembled the late, great
Hank Williams. I’m a skinny beach bum with wavy, strawberry-blond
hair. I think I look like a young Dennis Wilson. My girl Candi says I look
like an elf. My little brothers say that Hart and I look like Beavis and
Butthead. Well, what can you expect from little brothers? At least they have
great taste in cartoons.

Hart gave me a great big bear hug and put my bags in the trunk. I settled
in the passenger seat. Bobby and Seth, who had flown into Nashville from Los
Angeles, were riding in the back.

Bobby reached around the seat to hug me. He was still the same
golden-haired, freckle-faced ray of California sunshine that I remembered.
Seth was quiet and had a brooding artist vibe about him. He had shaggy
coffee-brown hair with long wedge bangs and a pale complexion. He smiled
shyly when he shook my hand.

“Seth Dinapoli,” he said, his voice cool and whispery like the
winds outside a haunted castle.

“Parsifal Matveev. Pleased to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Seth said, unaware of how he was
killing me with his seductive gray eyes peeking from behind his dark curtain
of hair.

“Don’t even think about it, Parsley,” I admonished myself
as I felt a stirring in my loins when I gripped Seth’s pale, slender
hand. “We’ll draft a nice Gothic story about a smolderingly
seductive vampire who has his way with the innocent young prodigal son who
just returned home to Ye Olde Manor after a year away. We will have naughty
video chats with our sexy girlfriends. We will not, and I repeat, will not
seduce our ex-boyfriend’s new man.”

 

About the Author

Lil DeVille

Lil DeVille is a former nurse who started writing erotica after becoming
disabled in 2019. She enjoys imagining quirky characters involved in lusty
encounters anywhere from a tropical paradise or a rustic mountain village in
the present day to an all-male mining colony on an asteroid in the distant
future.

Lil likes to end her stories on a Happy for Now note with a promise of more
good things to come. Although her writing sometimes addresses difficult
subjects such as alcoholism or past abuse, she brings a note of love and
support to scenes involving these issues.

Lil lives in a remote prairie town in Northeastern Colorado with her adult
son and three cats. When she isn’t cooking up spicy stories, she
enjoys baking and crafts.

 

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