Well, today I made a leap I swore I’d never make, I decided
to step into the pool of self-publication. It’s been a rough week, books on
three pirates sites, royalty cheques so laughable I cried. I’ve done this a
long time, and I’ve been generous to everyone along the way, readers and my
fellow authors alike. I haven’t gone to war with any publisher, ever. This is
not patting myself on the back, just simple statement of fact. At this point,
one of two things has to happen, I have to start earning some kind of financial
return on the endless hours of work–or I have to quit altogether.
This morning, I decided to experiment and see what it was
all about. SO, I pulled out a novella that I recently had the rights back from,
and gave it a read through, tweaked it here and there, and used it as the
learning guide. Twelve hours later, I have managed to successfully publish the
book at Amazon, and Smashwords. I was lucky, Kayden McLeod had designed an
amazing cover, and given her permission for me to use it again.
With that in mind, if you’re interested–these are my first
two titles, published under my own name, sans publishing house:
This is an EROTIC/VAMPIRE historical..... it's set in Ancient Pompeii, mostly,
and moves into modern time..... it contains a great deal of sexual content, and
historical accuracy about the decadence of the Romans of that era. It was
fascinating to write, and as you can see, the cover is a stunner..... I hope
your curiosity will be piqued, and you'll consider adding this one to your
collection - the reviews are amazing... and I think you'll find it a satisfying
read!!!
WHOM GODS HAVE FAVOURED
Available now at:
Limited time offer: Use the promo code PK54K during checkout at Smashwords and save 40% until March 15th!
Blurb:
Pompeii lies complacent and decadent in the shadow
of Mount Vesuvius, the populace thriving on their depravity and their hunger for
blood and Games. Within the elite aristocracy, games of another type are being
played, deadly secrets are a threat to more than status, and conspiracy is a way
of life for those who are unhappy.
Lucius has long been exalted as a warrior without
peer. Adored and covetted by men and women alike, he is blind to the plots that
are thickening around him. While total control is his on the bloody fields of
war, on the battlefield of the heart, as he is about to discover, even the
strongest man can be deceived by his ignorance.
Watching over it all is the majesty of Vesuvius,
sputtering smoke, promising retribution. In the midst of the looming
destruction, an ancient evil emerges, and will claim not only a celebrated
general of Rome, but the slave girl he has slowly grown to love and cherish. A
girl who will follow him into hell itself?
Excerpt:
“The Emperor is
most pleased with your progress, General,” Proconsul Flavius noted as he
strolled the market streets with Pompeii ’s illustrious
hero. They proceeded without impediment as the people of the busy city cleared a
path for them.
The general,
Lucius, smiled, pleased by the undercurrent of fear that marked his passage. He
enjoyed the power his position gave him, and the recognition of it came in
various forms. Even the proconsul wasn’t entirely at ease with
him.
“And well he
should be, Proconsul. Resistance is crumbling. Another victory and
Gaul will truly be defeated.”
They had reached
the slave market, and Lucius stopped as a scream rose above the usual noises of
the area. He felt an unwelcome empathy for the terror he heard in the voice, and
was annoyed by the surprising emotion.
The slave-dealer’s
bellow rang out and drowned the girl’s frightened shrieks. Unconsciously, Lucius
turned to look at the raised platform that displayed the slaves being auctioned
off to the highest bidders. The dealer slapped the girl across the face and
silenced her before he turned his attention to the gathered
buyers.
“…I’m
told her name is Xina,” the dealer called out. “Not part of my shipment, good
gentlemen, but a last minute addition. Seems she knifed a soldier last night
when he refused to pay a fair price for her.” He laughed lewdly and hauled the
girl forward so the crowd could look more closely at her.
Despite her
obvious desire to remain immune to what was happening to her, her cheeks flamed
scarlet when the slaver tore open her gown and left her nakedness displayed for
the eager bidders. Almost immediately voices rose and purses were offered.
Lucius watched as she closed her eyes and tears spilled from the
corners.
“She is a beauty,”
the proconsul observed with a laugh. “And a dangerous one, at
that.”
Lucius laughed
with the shorter man, but his gaze was drawn back to the girl. She couldn’t have
been more than sixteen or seventeen, if she was that old. The trader knotted his
fingers in long waves of light brown hair and pulled the concealing mass away
from her body so the view was unobstructed. Her eyes stayed closed, but her chin
lifted and she stood with proud defiance as the raucous bids and laughs
continued.
A slow, indolent
sweep of her body stirred more than curiosity within the general. His gaze
caressed golden flesh, noted the smooth swell of full, brown tipped breasts, the
small waist that flared into sensuously rounded hips. Firm, curved thighs were
topped by an enticing triangle of sand-colored curls, and the ties of the
sandals she wore twined around well-shaped calves like serpents lazing in the
sun. Slender arms were tensed, muscles quivering with the effort to mask her
fury, and her small hands tangled in the folds of her shredded gown where it
hung limply from her shoulders.
“Who is she?”
Lucius asked, surprised by his own interest when the proconsul stared up at him,
clearly startled by the query.
“You don’t want
that one, Lucius,” he advised. “Nydia would destroy her
overnight.”
The general smiled
again, but let his expression grow icy. The glitter of carefully controlled,
lethal rage created a distinct shudder of terror within the Proconsul of
Pompeii.
“You haven’t
answered my question, Proconsul,” he whispered, his tone cool.
“Xina is the
daughter of one of Boudica’s whores,” the other man supplied after a moment’s
thought. “She’s been in the brothel since the day of her
birth.”
Lucius raised an
eyebrow and waited for the official to finish his narrative.
“Her brother,
Plautus, is the current champion of Pompeii . Her mother
died recently, while Plautus was away from the city, and Boudica decided it was
time for the girl to earn her keep until her brother’s
return.”
“That woman should
be fed to the crowd during games,” Lucius muttered grimly. It was quite clear
that Xina was not a common whore, despite her background. Not that it mattered,
he mused. Before he was through with her she’d be well versed in a great number
of arts necessary to a whore’s survival.
Without warning,
Lucius strode into the crowd and headed toward the auction block. He yanked a
purse from his belt, threw it toward the dealer, and continued onto the
platform. The crowd rumbled with subdued irritation, but none dared defy
Pompeii ’s most renowned general as he took the girl by the
arm and led her from the marketplace.
AND HOW WAS YOUR DAY?
A sexy short story available from:
Deanna Carlisle and Vittorio D’Angelo are from different
worlds, but they share a lusting passion for life, and each other, that makes
them the envy of many. Often away from their island idyll, Vittorio is well
aware of the temperamental moods of his lover, and she is equally aware of the
number of women who covet her place at his side.
Their relationship is not always peaceful, but they’ve
made shocking their contemporaries into a game, and battling each other into a
tantalizing foreplay to their passion….
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