Wednesday, May 27, 2015
By Bestselling Author
Second book in the Mercy Trilogy
Sade and Mercy’s journey takes a dark turn in No Mercy A Darker Continuation.
Some nightmares last only minutes. Sometimes those minutes can last a lifetime.
Dark lusts and self-loathing become a merciless dance Sade can't escape. Surviving one night of horror leads him to a ledge he's never been, where terror mixes with his sadism and masochism for a whole new monster with No Mercy.
ExcerptSade climbed through the window and dropped to the ground right as thunder rumbled louder. The smell of rain thickened the air as Sade grabbed Mercy’s hand and raced to the front of the house. They made it to the vehicle and climbed in. Oh fuck, no keys. Ten feet in front of them sat a black antique hearse. “Lock your fucking door,” Sade ordered, searching beneath the seat for a weapon. “Oh my God, he’s coming, he’s coming!” Mercy shrilled. Sade eyed the sad clown face hurrying toward the truck as he opened the glove box. Mercy screamed as the maniac banged on the driver window. “Son!” he bellowed, yanking off his mask and glaring at Sade. The blue eyes were nearly brilliant in the darkness. “How could you?” Agonizing betrayal twisted his face before he turned and paced next to the truck, holding his head. Sade jumped at feeling something buzz under his ass. His fucking phone! “I trusted you, son,” Abraham muttered. “Look for a weapon, anything!” Sade wrestled the phone out of his pocket. “I don’t understand…” Abraham looked up and searched the sky. “I thought you said I was getting a disciple? Have I not earned that?” Sade’s heart stopped when he looked at the phone. Zero battery. Fists hit Sade’s window shaking the truck making Mercy shriek. “I’m not happy about this, son!” he growled, heaving. “I’m very upset! Really upset!” “Call the police! Call the police!” Mercy screamed. Sade looked at the text blaring on the screen. LEAVE NOW!!! ABRAHAM IS COMING! HE’S CLINICALLY INSANE! Sade’s fingers trembled over the keypad, hitting 911. “Where’s he going?” Mercy gasped. “He’s leaving, he’s going to his car. What’s he doing? Oh my God!” “911 what’s your emergency?” “We’re stranded at--” “623 Fallen Lane Prairie City!” Mercy screamed. “Oh God, he’s got a gun!” “623 Fallen Lane, Prairie City! There’s a psycho with a gun!” “You’re breaking up. Are you in town? What town are you near?” Abraham stalked back to the truck and stopped in front aiming the shotgun at them. Sade shoved Mercy on the seat, covering her. A jolting boom rocked the fucking truck when he fired. “Fuck!” Sade gasped, finally glancing up to find Abraham stalking to the rear of the vehicle. Sade ducked as the back glass exploded. He put the phone to his mouth and screamed, “623 Fallen Lane!” He fought to cover more of Mercy. “Can you fucking hear me!?” Mercy screamed and covered her head as her window shattered next. Sade looked at the phone. God, fuck no! Dead! Two more shots took out the windshield. Then Sade’s window blasted into the vehicle, pieces hitting them. “Goddamn!” Abraham muttered. Sade shot his head up to see the animal storming back to his car. Sade opened his door and dragged Mercy out. “Don’t look back!” he gasped, running with her down the driveway. “To the highway!” The sound of a vehicle door slammed and a low engine growled. Light beams soon bounced behind them with the demonic rumble of the engine screaming toward them. They wouldn’t make it, they wouldn’t fucking make it. Sade remembered the boathouse. “This way!” He shot into the woods and headed in a diagonal direction back, making sure Mercy stayed on his heels. There had to be something there he could kill him with. He’d use his bare hands as a last option. Fucking that up and risking Mercy wasn’t a gamble he could take.
Hello, Lucian here. I’m a husband, author, and Christian who loves writing tales—paranormal erotic romance, contemporary erotic romance, fantasy romance and dark erotica-- about men who honor, cherish, and protect the women they love. Also stories that are real enough to form a sort of how-to bridge for the readers, teaching them "how to" add heat and passion to their marriages and relationships; teach them how to build life-long commitments--like I have with my own beautiful wife--and build strong families; all of which serve as a healthy foundation in society.I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. A map for women as well, to teach them how to bring out the strength that exists within the men they call boyfriend or husband. Teach them how to dance out their fairytale romance in a world that isn't kind to the happily ever afters we all hope to achieve. You know, when I was younger, I submitted to my inner reckless and tireless desires, but when I gave myself to God and conformed my will to His, the transformation made me into what I am today. A man that believes and endorses Forever Love. Something we could stand a lot more of in our times, don't you think?
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Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Devin has been Alexa’s best friend since childhood. The two are inseparable—or they were until Devin declared his love for her at sixteen. When Alexa can offer him only friendship in return, Devin retreats, brokenhearted.
Alexa, on the other hand, longs for Ethan, the boy next door. Four years older than her, and with an ever-changing roster of girlfriends, Ethan is everything Devin isn’t: wild, sensual, and unpredictable.
In the aftermath of the deadly earthquake, Ethan makes his move on Alexa, who reciprocates in a confused whirl of grief and desire. When Ethan leaves town the next day, Devin comes back into Alexa’s life, offering support and expecting nothing in return.
Alexa begins to see the advantages of Devin’s quiet, stable love. Can she get past the friendship hang-up while trying to forget bad boy Ethan? It’s a choice that will change her life forever.
I press play on the remote to the Blu-ray player and the beginning credits of Friday the 13th starts. We sit side by side for a while as the movie plays. It’s popcorn time, so I get up to go make us some Jiffy Pop in the kitchen. As I’m standing by the stove, moving the handle back and forth vigorously as the directions say to, Devin comes up behind me and rests his hands on my hips. The way he grabs me and the feel of his muscular body behind me send a shock wave through my body that I have never experienced when he’s touched me before. Then again, Devin has never touched me in such an intimate way.
“That smells good,” he says as he leans over my shoulder, his breath warm by my ear.
“Well, duh. It’s our staple popcorn for marathon movie watching,” I say in an effort to not sound affected by his close proximity and where his hands flex at my hips.
I’m not exactly sure how it happens, because it happens so quickly, but one second I’m making popcorn, and the next second I’m spun around, Jiffy Pop flying out of my hand, and I’m in Devin’s arms, held tight against his body. His left hand fists into my hair at the nape of my neck as his right hand presses firmly at the small of my back. His lips smash into mine as he tries to coax them to part with subtle licks of his tongue. My lips concede and part slightly. The tip of his soft tongue swiftly touches mine, taking advantage of my invite. For a brief moment, I actually find myself lost in his kiss. Because my first kiss was horrendous, I find myself enjoying Devin’s. His full lips are soft, his mouth is warm, and our tongues move effortlessly together. The hand that Devin had at the small of my back slides lower, resting on my backside. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach. Just as his mouth leaves mine to trail light kisses down my neck, my mind snaps back to reality, and that reality is that I’m making out with my best friend.
I shove Devin back a step. “What in the hell are you doing, Dev?” My voice is shaky.
“What does it look like, Lexi? I’m kissing you because I like you. I’ve always liked you. You’re beautiful, funny, and smart. We’re good together. I figured if there was any time to see if we have something more than friendship, that time was right now,” he answers unapologetically.
“How can you do this to me, to our friendship?” I’m near tears at this point.
“You just kissed me back, Lex! You can’t deny you felt something more in that one kiss,” he snaps.
“Dev, you’re my best friend. Of course I’m going to feel something. Please don’t ruin this for us,” I plead.
“Ruin us? I’m trying to make us better!” He’s shouting now as anger vibrates off his tensed body.
“Stop, Lexi! Just stop. I get it. You would rather have Mr. Joe College next door,” he says, sounding defeated.
“Wait…what? Where in the hell is that coming from? He has nothing to do with what just freaking happened here.” I’m completely shaking at this point. My vision is blurred from the tears that are now trickling down my flushed cheeks.
“I saw the way you looked at him today. I’ve only dreamed of having you look at me that way. I had to kiss you, Lexi. I had to at least try,” he says, before he turns to leave.
Time is standing still as I bring my fingers to my lips, swollen from Devin’s passionate kiss. My thoughts are scattered. I’m trying to think of what to say to save this friendship, but nothing is coming to mind. I hear his car start, snapping me from my thoughts. My feet finally move as I run out the front door, yelling, “Devin, stop! Wait, dammit!” But I’m too late. He can’t hear me over the roar of his engine, and I’m sure he’s not looking in the rearview mirror to see me standing there.
What the fuck just happened? Why did Devin do this? I’m really beginning to loathe my birthdays. I’m crying tears of devastation, knowing I just lost my best friend. I sit down on the bottom stair, putting my elbows on my knees and holding my head in my hands as I sob uncontrollably. I must be crying really hard not to hear Ethan’s car drive down the street or hear him walk up and crouch down right in front of me.
“Lexi, are you OK?” Ethan asks cautiously, using his index finger to lift my chin so I look at him.
“Do I look OK?” I snap back, turning my head, trying to avoid looking at him, not even caring how I must look to the gorgeous man in front of me.
“Did he hurt you?”
“Why do you care?” I squeak out between sobs.
“I’ll go after him if he hurt you, Lexi. So I’m asking again, did he hurt you?”
Shrugging my shoulders, I answer, “Yes, he hurt me, but not the way you’re probably thinking.” I stand, wiping my nose with the back of my hand, which is very unladylike. “I’m gonna go inside.”
He reaches out and grabs my shoulder to stop me. I turn as he asks, “See you later, Lexi?” It’s a question this time, instead of a statement of fact.
“Yeah,” is all I can manage as I turn to head back into the house.
Once I’m inside, I head back to the kitchen, realizing the burner is still on. I shut it off and start to clean up the popcorn when I just fall back against the cabinet, sitting on the floor, putting my face in my hands, and begin to cry all over again.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been sitting there on the kitchen floor crying, but I hear the garage door raising, signaling my parents are home. I am in no mood to try to explain why I’m a bawling mess, since I’m still unsure of what exactly happened today to even give an explanation. I hurry to my feet, throw away the popcorn, and run upstairs to my room.
Moments later, I hear my mom call up to me, “Lexi?”
I try to steady my voice before I answer. “Yeah, Mom?”
“You left the Blu-ray player and TV on with some slasher movie.”
“Shit,” I say to myself. Louder, I say, “Sorry, Mom. Can you turn it off, please? I just got undressed to take a bath.” I lie, which is rare for me.
“Sure. Are you hungry? I was going to make spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.”
“No, thanks. I had a late lunch with Dev…in.” I barely croak out his name and pray my mom doesn’t catch it.
“OK, sweetheart. How is Devin?” she asks.
My voice is barely audible when I say to myself, “Oh, he’s a mess, and I’m pretty sure he hates me now.” But when I think I can answer her, I just yell down, “He’s fine,” and shut my bedroom doors.
As I start to fill my bathtub, I grab my cell phone and, with my hands still shaking, send Devin a text.
Me: We REALLY need to talk Dev. Please call me.
I wait five minutes and still have no reply. He probably isn’t home yet. I strip out of my clothes and slide into my bubble bath. I’m replaying the events of today through my head over and over again. First, there was Devin and Ethan’s weird, testosterone-filled pissing match. Then Devin was ignoring the twins’ excessive flirting, and then Devin’s mouth on mine with the kiss that will forever change our relationship. Damn him!
Then my thoughts drift back to Ethan, crouching in front of me after my failed attempt at stopping Devin from leaving. Ethan looking male model gorgeous while I sit there looking a hot mess as he offers me comfort and to go kick Devin’s ass for hurting me. I guess his big brother tendencies kicked in, because there is positively no other explanation that I can think of.
Seriously, what the hell happened today? Was today “Let’s Fuck with Lexi Day”?
T.R. Cupak was born and raised in the suburbs of a Bay Area city in California. She was the closet nerd who hid her love of reading and writing short stories and poetry when she was younger. Back then it wasn’t considered cool to be into those types of activities for pleasure, whereas today you have TV shows, movies and books that glamourize that being a nerd is actually cool.
T. lives in a quiet, little, country town south of where she grew up. She is happily married to an amazing man who supports her in everything she does and spoils her rotten. They have a crazy little Shih Tzu named Harley. He's their fur-baby and even though he’s a pain in the arse most days, they love the little guy. She has an obsession with cars, especially fast ones. She enjoys her music louder than anyone should. Admittedly it’s to drown out hearing her own singing voice, or lack thereof. When she’s not at work or busy writing you can find her curled up reading a book on her Kindle with a glass of wine or Dirty Shirley.
T. lost touch with her creative side and stepped off the path of all things written in her early twenties. Six years ago, her passion for reading was rekindled. She began to utilize reading as a way to escape everyday chaos. Late 2013 she began journal writing. After a couple of months of journaling T. realized that this form of writing wasn't keeping her interest nor was it helping her to relax. After that realization settled in she changed the direction of her writing. Her creative aspirations were flowing once again and she happily embraced it. As her fingers started to dance across her keyboard she began to see her fictional characters begin to breathe life. Writing was only supposed to be a way for the new author to relax, but a story was born and T.R. Cupak is excited to be re-releasing her self-published debut novel, Alexa Crushed.
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Monday, May 18, 2015
Release Blitz for Reclaim Me by Alex Grayson
Enduring the ultimate
betrayal on her eighteenth birthday by the one person she loves most in
the world, Mia Walker is no longer the innocent, sweet, young woman she
used to be. She is now cold and hard, letting no one get close to her
heart, except family.
Mackai (Mac) Weston sees the changes in Mia
on a daily basis. He knows he is the reason Mia is now the way she is.
Never given the chance to explain what really happened that night so
long ago, Mac is determined to make Mia finally listen and reclaim what
was always his.
When the truth finally comes out, danger shows
its ugly face. There are people in Jaded Hollow that do not want Mac and
Mia together. They are willing to do what ever it takes to keep them
Will Mac be strong enough to overcome temptation, even
when the odds are against him? Will Mia forgive Mac when she realizes
things weren’t what they seemed ten years ago?
I step out into the hall and brace myself to face him. It’s unavoidable. He’s damn sure made it so.
I release a sigh. “What do you want now, Sheriff? I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this shit right now.”
“You can’t avoid me forever, Mia. There are things you don’t know that you should. Things I’ve tried telling you before but you haven’t allowed me to.” He moves away from the wall and takes a slow step towards me. It takes everything I have not to take a step back for every forward movement he makes.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s too late. Besides, nothing you say would make a difference. What you did, the repercussions on both our parts, is something that can’t ever be undone.”
“Pix…” He starts, but I don’t let him finish.
I throw my hands up to my ears, squeeze my eyes shut, and yell, “No! I can’t, Mac! I don’t want to hear it! And stop fucking calling me that!”
All of a sudden, I feel hands at my wrists, trying to bring them down. I jump at the touch and try to jerk away.
“Goddamn it, Mia!” I hear Mac’s muffled baritone through my hands that are still over my ears. “Fuck, you are one stubborn bitch, you know that?”
I drop my hands and sling my head up at his words. How fucking dare he! He’s the one that caused this mess. Now he wants to get mad because I don’t care to hear what he has to say.
“You know what, Mac? You can kiss my ass. You get pissed because I don’t want to hear what you want me to hear. Go fuck yourself and leave me the hell alone.” My breathing is heavy because my emotions are getting the best of me. Mac always seems to bring out all my emotions.
Mac leans his head down so his face is level with mine and grits out, “Mia, it’s been ten fucking years. I think that’s long enough for you to finally give me a chance to explain.” When I go to object again, he stops me before I get a chance. “Shut it! You listen to me now.” I snap my mouth closed at his bluntness. “What I have to say may not change anything, but fuck all if you’re going to continue to live in the dark on what really happened that night.”
I glare up at him while he stares down at me with his beautiful green eyes, eyes that I sometime still see at night. They’re intense right now as they watch me. A low swirl starts in the pit of my stomach at his closeness. I can smell his woodsy scent, and it’s causing dirty thoughts to form in my head. Thoughts of him shoving me up against the wall and taking me hard.
My chest is heaving for a whole other reason now. As much as I hate him, I want him still. He notices my reaction, and his eyes flare in response. He takes a step closer towards me so our bodies are practically touching. I take a couple steps back until my body hits the wall, and he advances forward again. With him this close, I have to tip my head back to keep my eyes on his face. He cages me in with his arms on either side of my head.
“What’s going in that head of yours, Pix?” He murmurs. “Are you thinking the same things as me? Are you thinking about me picking you up and wrapping your gorgeous legs around me so you can grind that wet pussy against my cock? Or, how about me flipping you around and pulling those tight ass pants down and feasting on your pussy? Or are you just skipping all the foreplay and going straight to me sliding my dick in your tight cunt?”
Alex Grayson is originally from the south but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, one dogs, two cats, ten ducks, and five chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living.
Besides her family and home her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.