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Greetings Beloveds,

Perhaps, it is the spirit of the upcoming holidays. Whatever the case, it has come to my attention that there will be several books coming available within the next few days for free. Most of them, written by close and, dare I say, incredibly talented colleagues. I must note, that among said freebies will be my own publications, “Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity“.

I will not take up too much of your precious time and provide you with the list of Free Titles and their respective links.

Available from November 28th, 2017 – December 3rd, 2017

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So, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Please enjoy and spread the word.

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Official Book Release

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Welcome!

Today we are celebrating the official release of “Demoness Enchanted”, Book Two of the Fate’s Endeavor Series.

Blurb:

Normalcy, was not a word recognized by Zita. Her entire life was nothing, if not abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it; unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality. Such, was her life—making it to her normal, as she knew nothing else. Still, it was what made her whom and what she was … a hybrid!

Roman; a witty, silver tongued young man with an average life. He looked forward to finishing High School and thereafter going on a missionary trip to Brazil. He knew that something special awaited him there. What he didn’t know was exactly how special it was.

Fate’s endeavor is Fate’s design, and Fate’s design is unlike any humanity has ever known.

Demoness Enchanted, the story of two completely different beings and the scheme which destiny has preordained for them.

The Fate’s Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate’s tapestry.

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I no longer saw any use in keeping track of time—it was nothing to me anymore.

Useless.

In actuality, everything was nothing to me now.

The void that consumed my heart was not an innate part of me. Melancholy was my mind. Malevolence, my spirit. Anger, my breath.

I pondered on how things changed just like that. How one moment in a being’s life could make all things different.

This was my life now.

Zita, the demon.

The children were the only exception to that rule. They were innocent; did not ask to walk the face of this miserable planet. Like me, they’d been pushed into something that was not of their own choosing. They were my only concern now. Some time back, I’d located an abandoned building and made a home for the children and I in it. No one knew we were there, and no one ever would. It was an old, haggard, battered place, but it had four walls and a roof. That was better than beaten, wet boxes. I’d taken care of making it habitable.

My secret had been well kept. I made sure of it.

I toyed with the wicked at my whim. Took the very last cent that they carried in their pockets, then made sure that the deed was completed by their own hands—a deed that I’d prompted them to commit. Their termination.

Perhaps I was wrong. Yet, the people I ended were even more reprehensible than I.

Immediately after my nightly hunt, I’d return to the makeshift home I’d created for us, and take care of them.

They need a mother. I shall be that mother.

I had heard through the grapevine that there would be a missionary group coming to town sometime soon. Little did I realize that it would be so soon. I couldn’t help but wonder what their true intentions were—these missionaries. If I so much as suspected that they had sneaky plans, I’d take care of them myself.

Early morning peeked through the horizon—golden hues of sunshine beamed over the hills and plains of Feijo. The sun made her entrance like a Queen over her people, raising her fanciful scepter, bright and majestic. Roosters announced her arrival, like nature’s heralds, crowing loudly for all of the world to hear.

The richness of the sun’s auspicious rays slowly grazed over the extent of Feijo, little by little turning the purple shades of night into the orange blush of morning.

From within the bounds of the gray, peeling walls, and enormous windows of our large room, I heard giant trucks running down uneven roads. People jargoned loudly and scrambled around to get to their morning rituals. Market owners prepared their kiosks, making them ready for the day’s business. All of the commotion could be heard from within the thin shabby walls of our provisional home, for provisional it was. At least until I had gathered together enough money to give the children something better.

The smell of freshly baked bread came wafting in through the open windows which helped fully awaken me, and in turn, the remnants of the children that still slept.

I could hear a little boy running and yelling down the road, “They’re here! They’re here!” he called euphorically.

Hmm, so they are here, I thought. This will be interesting.

“Josue, go see what’s going on.” I instructed when I saw Josue getting out of bed.

He immediately jumped out of the bed to wash his face, then quickly ran out the door.

“Children; wake up babies,” I said softly as I shook Leilani tenderly. It was a joy to see their innocent eyes opening every morning. Gratitude displayed in the joyous smiled on their faces as they awoke in an actual bed. Although tattered mattresses on the floor, this was better than a cold, damp, ransacked cardboard boxes lined up in dark alleyways.

Anything is better than that.

“Let’s go see what these missionaries are up to.” I said tenderly.

“Okay.” little Leilani grumbled.

“Alright sweetheart,”

“Do you think they will have food?” she asked.

“I hope so baby,”

“Do you think that they will share?” Leilani was so young, so naive. She lost her parents at the hands of a brutal, vicious police officer. She had no family left to care for her. It was Leilani against the world, much like me. I had to protect her. She was only five!

Furthermore, like I had once been, she too was so innocent, so guiltless. She needed someone to care for her. I had no one and I would not let that happen to her. I had to learn the hard way and I would free Leilani from that miserable grief.

“Yes Ani, if they are as nice as all the other children say they are, I think that they will share,” I replied more so for her benefit than mine. “Alright Ani, let’s get you washed up and dressed.”

“Okay.” She dragged, her sweet voice heavy with sleep.

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Would you like to savor the entire story from the start? Then pick up a FREE Kindle copy of “If Death Should Love Me, Fate’s Endeavor Book One“, TODAY!

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Now, don’t delay. Go and get your copy of “Demoness Enchanted” and “If Death Should Love Me” TODAY!

2 at the price of 1!

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Greetings wonderful people.

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I look nothing like that when I’m blowing kisses—I’m a bit more like a fumbling oaf—but the image was irresistible. * giggling *

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Now on to the topic of today’s blog post. 😀

I was asked by a very dear friend of mine the other day, and I quote, “Donny, how do you feel now that you are writing longer stories?” This question led me to write this blog post.

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The question left me pondering, “Am I indeed writing longer stories?” I find that the answer to this question is twofold. In part, I am. In part, I am not.

You see, I consider myself a sort of short story connoisseur. By no means a master or king as said trade, but certainly a specialist. You see, every writer has his/her preference. Many refer to it as “their thing”. Short stories—particularly, LBGT Erotic short stories—are mine. I do also babble in other contemporary fiction genres, as I did for my recent contribution to “Concordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality” which will be hitting book shelves January of next year. As well as my Contemporary Fiction Romance contribution to “Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book One” this past summer. However, I irreversibly return to what I know and love, LGBT Erotic.

Now …

In recent weeks I’ve been doing quite a bit of writing. Granted, some stories have been longer than others. So, I suppose, that this is the part of the answer which is a yes.

For example:

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With the anthology that I am a part of in conjunction with author and wonderful friend, Synful Desire, called “Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet“, (being released December of this year) I wrote a whopping 6,167 words. This is far above my typical 1,000 – 1,500 word pieces.

And for my upcoming anthology, named after my slogan, “Syncopation Of Ravishing Intensity“, I wrote a longer piece, which is as yet unnamed, that is about 3,000 words in length. Again, an enormous feat for a person that typically writes stories half that size, sometime even smaller.

In this regard, I am indeed writing longer stories, albeit still short in comparison to most writers. Principally, those whom dedicate themselves to novel writing.

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However, the part of the answer that is no, relates more so to another reason.

While my stories have not been much longer, in essence, than what I’d originally been writing, my writing has been more frequent.

That is to say, I’ve been writing more in general.

I’ve had an innumerable amount of stories floating around in my head. All short thus far, but there nonetheless. Each one yearning to be told, therefore, I am breathing life into them. 🙂

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Truth be told, I am highly excited about what the future holds with/for my writing venture. I believe that this was what I was meant to do all along, and it is an indubitably wondrous feeling to achieve your lifelong dream.

I, thank you, dear fan/reader/follower. Your insurmountable support has been invaluable, and I look forward to sharing my art with you.

Lots of love to you all.

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FREE Paranormal Romance Read!

FREE Paranormal Romance Read!

FREE FOR ONE WEEK ONLY!

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By:

C. Desert Rose

Blurb:

A dull roar, that’s all I could hear. Souls, that’s all I could see… So many people. Some good. Some bad. Some breathing. Some barely breathing. All souls. It was funny what you could see when you stood in the middle of the Emergency Room. Who survived. Who didn’t. All of them, every one, a soul. A soul for the taking.
So begins your introduction to the floating, clustered world of souls that will have such influence on Sophia, the young Puerto Rican-American girl who has just lost her closest ally, her grandmother, “Abuela”. It is just after the funeral, at the cemetery, where Sophia meets the tall, almost angelic man who will play the most unexpected role in her life.
A love story. A fantasy. An adventure. If Death Should Love Me tells a tale of “fate” far beyond the normal meaning of that little four letter word. How else would you explain why Sophia wonders what would happen If Death Should Love Me?

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A Little bit about the Author, in her own words:

Thrive and rise everyone!

“Happiness is subjective!”

My name is C. Desert Rose (I keep my first name abbreviated because it isn’t pretty). Well, I am a Youth and Young Adult novelist with an affinity for all things paranormal. My upcoming collection the “Fate’s Endeavor Series” explores the realms of angels and demons and twists it up with love and loss.

My stories are meant to make you laugh, cry, get angry and get happy. I aim to make you exhausted-in a good way-by the time you’ve finished the last page.

My first novel “If Death Should Love Me”, Book One of the Fate’s Endeavor Series will be released October 2014 and represented by All Authors Publishing House. The next novel in the series, Demoness Enchanted will come everyone’s way the following year.

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200 A.D.

“It would seem that it is once again time to choose the next Angel of Death. Have you made a decision on my proposal yet Majesties?” Gabriel’s voice was calm, yet anxiety hid behind his words.
“Yes, we have.” The function of acting as a unit defined them. Therefore, they thought as one, acted as one and spoke as one. This, was their true nature.
“Fantastic. So what be your choice?”
“You are not yet prepared Gabriel.” Responded Alpha, peaceful was his comportment.
“What?” Shock transfixed him, “Why? I have served you faithfully since the beginning of time.” Silent anger, tempered remorse filled him. “What is it about these humans that you must grant them their hearts’ desires? You allow them freedom of will, yet they walk all over you. Even still, you bestow unmerited privileges upon them!” His voice began to slowly rise with the passion of his conviction, then he subdued it once more, attempting to control his internal commotion. “I deserve this much more than any of them.” He pivoted on his heels, pacing with conjecture. “None of them deserve anything.” he concluded.
“We have found him, the chosen one Gabriel. It is our assurance that he shall serve us well. ‘Tis his calling and fate.” Proclaimed decision in their tone.
“Oh. I see.” He proceeded. “Whom, if I may ask?”
“He is called Amari. Go fetch him. His time has come. Tell him what his destiny requires of him.”
“Amari. Well,” having repeated the name with a twist of his lip, he continued, inward anger stirring, “as you wish Majesties.”
Watching as he walked away, Alpha’s thoughts intertwined with Omega’s. “It seems that Gabriel is not very pleased with our decision,” to which they both agreed, “We fear that things will be difficult for Azriel. We must keep watch.”

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GO GET SOME DESSERT!!

GO GET SOME DESSERT!!

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Welcome!

Today in celebration of Valentine’s Day, the All Authors Family is coming together to present you with the Official Book Release of …

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Here is a little bit about this work.

Blurb:

Satisfy your appetite for spicy sensuality and provocative plots with these dishes of erotica.

Main Course: Delectable Things

Sabrina can’t believe her ears. The man she’s been fawning over for far too long now has completely turned on her, leaving her with nothing. Sabrina decides it’s time to get up and get away.

Taking a long over due trip far away from her bane, things steam up really quickly and Sabrina discovers all of the Delectable Things that life has to offer.

Dessert #1: Simmer Sweet

It is said that confession is good for the soul. Does it still ring true when circumstances are complicated? Kesha has finally come clean. She has let Teresa know about her feelings. The only drawback is Teresa’s engagement to Chris. Teresa is forced to make a choice between Chris and Kesha. The fallout will be nothing less than a fire of simmer sweet.

Dessert #2: Handy

Darbi has had her share of bad luck. She is unexpectedly in job purgatory and has no chance of ever getting a promotion. Her online dating profile sat months without any responses. Why should she continue?

As she signed on to delete everything entirely, three responses catch her eye. All are different but each has something about them which makes Darbi want to meet all three. Ade appears to be the guy next door. Boyde looks like a supermodel. Choise looks like the rugged type.

When all is not what it seems, Darbi has concluded that her love life is mating with her job status in purgatory. Will anything come in handy to turn her luck around?

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Why read Delectable Things: Special Edition?

There are a variety of reasons why, but we’ll focus on just three of them.

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Author Synful Desire is a proud representative of the LGBT community. As so she eloquently and honestly puts it, she writes “Literature for unorthodox romantic situations.

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There is nothing about Synful Desire’s approach to erotica that says “Slam, bam, thank you ma’am“, she writes her stories with depth of character and intensity of plot. There is a realness to her contemporary fiction that brings the reader in and envelopes their psyches. The erotic aspect is just a plus.

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Once you’ve read Author Synful Desire’s work, you’ve immediately become a fan—LGBT or otherwise. She writes erotica for the masses, and her approach is unparalleled. It is a well balanced mixture of literary elegance and in vogue indulgence.

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So, why wait any further? Go pick up your copy of Delectable Things: Special Edition today and read it until your sinful desire has been quenched.

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Delectable Things: Special Edition by Synful Desire

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Not many literary morsels can compare to the tasty treat that is “Delectable Things: Special Edition” by Synful Desire. Today we are pleased to host this cover reveal on her behalf.

Let’s talk about the scrumptious delicacy that is “Delectable Things: Special Edition” and why you should give it a bite:

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You get THREE—that’s right, THREE—entire stories for the price of ONE.

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Delectable Things: Special Edition” is a compilation of 2 Novelettes and 1 Short Story.

Disclaimer: This book is for ADULT audiences only.

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Blurb:

Satisfy your appetite for spicy sensuality and provocative plots with these dishes of erotica.

Main Course: Delectable Things

Sabrina can’t believe her ears. The man she’s been fawning over for far too long now has completely turned on her, leaving her with nothing. Sabrina decides it’s time to get up and get away.

Taking a long over due trip far away from her bane, things steam up really quickly and Sabrina discovers all of the Delectable Things that life has to offer.

Dessert #1: Simmer Sweet

It is said that confession is good for the soul. Does it still ring true when circumstances are complicated? Kesha has finally come clean. She has let Teresa know about her feelings. The only drawback is Teresa’s engagement to Chris. Teresa is forced to make a choice between Chris and Kesha. The fallout will be nothing less than a fire of simmer sweet.

Dessert #2: Handy

Darbi has had her share of bad luck. She is unexpectedly in job purgatory and has no chance of ever getting a promotion. Her online dating profile sat months without any responses. Why should she continue?

As she signed on to delete everything entirely, three responses catch her eye. All are different but each has something about them which makes Darbi want to meet all three. Ade appears to be the guy next door. Boyde looks like a supermodel. Choise looks like the rugged type.

When all is not what it seems, Darbi has concluded that her love life is mating with her job status in purgatory. Will anything come in handy to turn her luck around?

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Without further fuss, we would like to present you with the Cover of “Delectable Things: Special Edition” by Synful Desire.

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Now Available for Pre-Order at Amazon.com!

Excerpt:

“Girl, I can’t believe he did that shit!”
Sabrina was now on the phone with her friend, Rachel. This day was one of the worst days of her life. She couldn’t believe she had gotten fired and the behavior of Mr. Torrance. He was using his personal feelings to try and justify this decision. The thing that pissed her off the most was that Veronica had set out to ruin her.
“Yeah, I can’t believe it either. Especially Veronica. The bitch had me on tape! I couldn’t say shit to defend myself!”
“So Sabrina, what are you gonna do?”
“Find another job; what else?”
“I mean, do you have enough in your savings to cover the rent? I know the place you are in now is hella expensive.”
“I got enough back in my savings for another four months or so, but after that, I’m going to have to find a new place to live.”
“Well love, you can always move here.”
She and Rachel had talked about this before. Sabrina knew that Rachel had feelings that went beyond friendship. As much as she loved Rachel as a friend, she didn’t have feelings for Rachel that extended past that point. This was why she would usually reject Rachel’s offers for help.
However, her back was up against the wall.
She knew it wouldn’t take long before word got back to her father, if it hadn’t already. Her father would not be pleased, since he pulled some major strings for her to work at Joynt Enterprises. It would hurt her greatly if her father’s business got negatively impacted due to her fallout with Mr. Torrance. She didn’t know if she’d be able to face him or if she could live with her father, given the circumstances.

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My internal concordance is feeling vibrant.

So, under the understanding that my words may very well fall into the ether, and may never be seen or read–I still don’t know how to accrue a following/audience–I’ve opted to write this blog post anyway.download

I can’t even begin to express the onslaught of excitement that came yesterday when “Concordant Vibrancy” was officially released. It was my debut–my very first official publication.

PS: You can still enter to win a Paperback copy. Here’s the info …

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Yet, with all of the excitement also came worry. There were a ton of thoughts that ran through my mind. Maybe it was just a bad case of the jitters.

  1. What if people don’t like what I’ve put on the table?
  2. What if I’m not as good as most of the writers out there?
  3. It’s not that I can’t take the heat, but I really just wanted to put my best foot forward, if you know what I mean.
  4. My genre’s subject matter is a bit controversial. Is that going to cause problems?
  5. I’m the Newbie. How many people out there are really open to befriending the Newbie? Particularly, when said Newbie is LGBT.

The list of insecurities went on and on.

Withal, I was genuinely enthused with the release and my debut. Then, I got to thinking: “Donny, you’re being to hard on yourself. SINCE you’re the Newbie, people DON’T know what to expect, therefore, whatever you put on the table is good.

I’ll explain what I mean. The only way to do that is by comparison.

My good friend C. Desert Rose is a Youth/Young Adult Paranormal Romance Writer. More than that, she is already published and seems to be biding well with audiences. Due to this, there is a level of expectation as to what she has to offer the reading public. Now that her first book is out and thriving, readers are expecting that her next book be just as good, if not better. Also, there is the level of perimeters that she is confined to. Being that she writes in the above mentioned genre, audiences will only be happy if she produces works that are limited to the expectations that said genres allowed. Were she to endeavor out of those limitations, her audience may not be all too happy.

I, on the other hand, am not handicapped in that aspect. Being that I’ve never had my work out for the public to see, now that it is, I have a certain degree of freedom. That being said, in retrospect, I had no need to be so nervous.

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Now that all that’s out of the way, I’d love to share an excerpt of “… and we” with you all.

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By: Me (Adonis Mann)
Copyright 2015: Adonis Mann & All Authors Publishing House

The bittersweet sizzle of my tongue against her scorching hot nipple was like a droplet of water on a searing hot piece of coal. It sent a tiny shock wave of electric revelry coursing through me; from the tip of my tongue to the edge of my indulgence, which at that very moment was battling to come free
of its confinements. By this point, I could feel that it was red with throbbing need to feel the slick warmth of her inner cove.

She hummed deep in her throat as the delightful sensation tickled her erect pink nub. She liked it—I licked it—it was fantastic.
Gripping it between my teeth, I grazed it, running it through them. She moaned again. “Mmmm.” She was a vixen for pain, this one.

From behind, I felt his hands caress my back from bottom to top, and top to bottom. He puffed his satisfaction. He enjoyed watching—he was fond of participating even more. “That’s right Papa, take her!” He commanded in a sensual, sing-song voice. It was a combination of horniness and ravishment—a male siren.
Lifting my other hand to her awaiting breast—one unoccupied by either mouth or hand—I fondled it too, pinching that nipple between my fingers, knowing that she enjoyed the olio of indulgence and pang. She was a rarity, the sort that happily mixed business with pleasure, and pleasure with pain. A sexual phoenix.
He was wanton. Libidinous was his desire.
All of this was the foreground of a masterpiece night. The three of us, a room full of passion, pheromones and testosterone—a banquet for coition. The recipe for magnetism which would produce a night full of carnal merriment. Three covetous souls with each other. A cocktail of absolute perfection.
And perfect it was…

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All right, so there it is. An excerpt of “… and we” if you’d like to read more of it, as well as other great short stories, then go get yourself a copy of “Concordant Vibrancy: Unity, An All Authors Anthology“.