“Later, After” by Jane Harvey-Berrick #BlogTour 18+

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This is the full playscript for LATER, AFTER with commentary by the writers, actors and producers.

Since being discharged from the army after tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, Alex’s life is out of control and he keeps people at a distance – even his friends. When Alex is arrested after yet another bar fight, he finds himself in a police station being interviewed by police psychiatrist Dr. Helen Ashton. As Alex’s story unfolds, he tells Helen about his life of duty in a series of traumatic flashbacks. Can she help him find a way to navigate the unfamiliar, twisting paths of civilian life, or will he choose to sink deeper into a cycle of avoidance and depression? Is there a life for Alex, later, after the military?

“Thought provoking”

A companion DVD is also available, filmed at the original London production of ‘Later, After’.

Proceeds support Felix Fund, the UK bomb disposal charity

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Extract from the end of ACT I

The curse of my job is in the details.

I still maintain that what you were doing was worthwhile.

Yeah? Shall I tell you the rest? We left the scene in the hands of the Iraqi fire brigade. It came through later that they found no sign of explosives and there were two more bodies in the back of his car … he had his wife and child in the back. I mean what the fuck? Why didn’t he get out of his car? No-one blamed me for making the call, but I have to live with it. Rumour is he’d killed his family as you could still see the throats had been cut on the two corpses and he was trying to get us to finish him off; either way it’s not like the Iraqis tried to find out. Just another bullshit incident that never made the UK news. You people have no idea what it’s like out there.  

We weren’t winning. It was all just fucking pointless. Why are we there? Can you tell me? Because I haven’t got a fucking clue. When I’m out there, I’m there for my friends, for the boots on the ground – no one else. And what have we achieved? Did we make the world any safer? Is it any better for anyone living there? It’s all been so fucking pointless. All for nothing. [Getting really wound up] The cunt politicians – where the fuck are they? Hiding behind their fucking desks and pointing their fingers at each other. We’re sent out there with second-rate equipment and… [Getting more and more wound up and anxious, shaking]

Alex! Alex! Stay with me. You’re safe now. Stay with me. Remember you are at a police station. Focus on your breathing…

Alex struggles to maintain his focus. Helen leans towards him; Alex leans away from her.

​​HELEN (cont.)
I think we should take a break now. Okay? Okay, Alex?

I’m fine.

He’s angry that she’s seen him vulnerable and turns away from her.

I’ll get you some more water. Try to relax.

Helen stands up and exits room.

Slowly, Alex gets to his feet. He runs his hands over his face, stares out at the audience – uncomfortable eye contact. He stares around, finds the chair, and slowly sags into it. His head slowly sinks into his hands.


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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).
She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk1CyB8c0xA )
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“Bear With Me” by Jenika Snow #ReleaseBlitz 18+


When my brother and his problems had me coming back to Stales, my hometown, I was scared not just for my twin’s health, but also because I knew I’d run into Law, my bear-shifting ex and the sheriff of Stales.

Our breakup hadn’t been grisly, but after nearly two years, the thought of seeing him again had everything tightening in me because … I still loved him.

But that was the past, and I knew I had to move on, right?


Brittin was the only woman I would ever love. She was it for me, even if she broke it off because of my domineering ways. I screwed up when I lost her, and I spent the next two years regretting it. But she’d wanted space, and when she left for the city, I let her.

But now she’s back, and it’s my chance to show her I can give her everything she wants. It’s my chance to show her I can be the man she deserves.

I just hope I haven’t let too much time pass, because not having Brittin in my life is a fate worse than death.

Warning: This short story features a growly bear shifter, and a stubborn heroine. Bear With Me was previously published under the title “Yes, Sir” and was included in the Cuffed and Claimed anthology. It has since been revised and re-edited, but the story itself is the same.


My bear wanted out, wanted to claim our mate right now. But I told myself I needed to go slow. After all the shit we’d been through over the years, and the fact I’d let her walk away from my own arrogant, demanding attitude, I had to make things right. I had to show her that I knew I’d fucked up.
I had to show her even a bear could make love, could admit he was wrong.
But I liked the rough kind of sex, the kind that had my female submitting to me. And Brittin had been such a perfect submissive. I wasn’t into the whole BDSM scene, but the occasional spank, the random restraining … yeah, that got me off.
But only with Brittin.
I only wanted to do that with her. Only her.
“Tell me you want this,” I growled against the side of her throat. I just stood there with her pressed against the wall, my body pinning her, making her submit to me. “Tell me, Brittin.” I ground my cock against her belly, wanting her to tell me, wanting her to feel how hard I was for her.
“God, Law.”
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.”
“You just think things can be patched up?” She breathed the words out.
She was mine. Only mine.
I wouldn’t let her go.
“No, I don’t think things can just be erased, but I want to show you what we used to have. I want to show you how good it was.”
She closed her eyes and moaned. “I know how good it was, Law.”
I said again, loving hearing her say that.
“I want this,” she breathed out.
I ground my dick into her harder. “Say my name, baby. I want you to tell me how much you want this. I want you to tell me that it was a mistake we stayed apart.” It was my fault just as much as it was hers; I’d stayed away. “Things can be different now, Brittin. I can be a better male to you.” I pulled back and looked at her. She looked drugged right now.
“This might be a mistake…”
My heart fucking stopped.
“But I want this, Law. I want you.”
I growled out low, my bear pushing for supremacy.
“I want you to make me yours again. Lord help me, but I want things to be different than before.”
Fuck. Yes.
I stared into her eyes. “You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go. Not again. That was the worst damn mistake I’ve ever made.”
She licked her lips. “This is insane,” she whispered. “But fuck me, Law. Fuck me like you’ve been aching for me this entire time.”
“I have, baby.” I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of her neck. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.” I gently bit the spot where I used to all those years ago.
“It would be a lie if I said that,” she whispered, and I groaned in approval.
I rested the tip of my nose right on the side of her neck and inhaled. Yeah, she smelled the same.
So. Fucking. Good.
“It’s only ever been you, baby.” She gasped after my words. “I haven’t been with another female since you. And I don’t want anyone else.” I leaned back and looked into her eyes.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, Law,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
“Are you surprised, Brittin? Did you really think anyone else would compare to you?”
She licked her lips, and I watched the act. “I didn’t want to think about that.”
I lifted my gaze to look into her eyes. “Once we start, I won’t stop. I can’t. Too much time has passed, and I don’t want to waste another second.”
She parted her lips and sucked in a breath.
I leaned in so close our lips were almost touching. “Tell me you want this, and that you want more than my cock filling you.”
She didn’t answer for long seconds, and I wanted to tear through my skin to get the answer.
“Fuck me.” She pulled me close and slanted her lips on mine. “Let’s just take this one step at a time,” she whispered against my lips.
And just hearing her say that, even if she wasn’t telling me she wanted me and all I had to offer, I couldn’t deny her.
She was mine, and I wouldn’t let her get away again.

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.

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“Sweetest Obsession” by Ann Mayburn #ReleaseBlitz 18+

This is a STANDALONE insta-obsession erotic romance set in the Cordova Empire series (no cheating-HEA-no cliffhanger)


In my family, there’s an old story going back generations about love at first sight. I used to think it was a fairytale, until I met my sweet Joy. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted her. But the world of the cartels is a dangerous place, so I watched her from afar, wishing things were different and I could claim her for my own. Despite my best efforts to keep her safe, evil found Joy. After she endured a savage beating at the hands of a rival cartel, I vowed to do everything in my power to make her mine and win her heart. I can only pray that when she finds out the truth about me, and the things I’ve done to bind her to me forever, that she’ll be able to love the monster I really am.


Without a doubt, Ramon Cordova is one of the biggest jerks I’ve ever met. He’s egotistical, bossy, and seems to know how to push all my buttons. Too bad he’s also sinfully handsome, utterly charming when he wants to be, and is the only man I feel safe with. After the attack, I’ve become afraid of the world outside of my home—afraid of crowds, afraid of loud noises, afraid of everything. When I’m in Ramon’s strong arms, those fears melt away. I know there’s a darkness inside of him that he tries to hide, and I’m afraid that when I finally find out the secrets he’s been keeping, he’ll destroy what’s left of my battered heart.

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With over forty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age, Ann has had a love affair with books would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. They were great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

Ann loves to talk with her fans, as long as they realize she’s weird, and that sarcasm doesn’t translate well via text.

Meet Jordan C. Robinson #NewAuthor

Welcome and Happy Monday!

I’m pleased to have Jordan C. Robinson on the blog today! Jordan RobinsonJordan is the author of The Eternity Acts, a web-based, science fiction-fantasy serial novel which has been running online since February 1st. Its companion piece, The Eternity Acts: Side Stories, was recently published and is perma-free on Amazon. He has also thrown his hat into the Romance genre (as J.C. Robinson) and his first romance novel, One Year Left, is available for preorder and releases on April 29th.

F: Wow! You are a busy man! Tell us something about Jordan Robinson. Where are you from and when/how did you begin writing?

J: I live in Clarksville, Maryland.  And it was December 26th, 2016. I was trying to get an ebook onto my phone and I finally did it after days of trying. It wasn’t an ordinary ebook, I had to convert it just so you know. But once I did it one of my friends thought I meant I had written my own. I laughed but then thought, “hey why not.” So I did some research and started writing.

F: Do you have a specific writing style?

J: I don’t know, what do you think, Felicia?

F: I’m not an authority, but I’d say definitely Narrative!

F: How did you come up with the title of your first book?

J: One Year LeftOne Year Left was an easy title to pick. In my junior and senior years of college, I had no idea what I wanted to do afterward. It became a joke with my friend that we would do a one year left type deal where we would move to Portland and start a food truck. So, the title was very much a real idea, even if it never was a serious threat of happening. It’s what happens when you have a criminal justice major and an art major on the cusp of graduating.

F: What book are you reading now?

J: The Blade Itself and Worm (going on months now – goodness this book never ends). Just finished The Emperor’s Soul and started on The Rithmatist.

F: What are your current projects?

J: 25 to WifeFinishing up edits on The Last Whisperer (Felicia, you’ve been so demanding! There are a ton of changes I’ve got to make just to appease you :P). I’m 40k into it’s sequel (it’s real good!), and 25 to Wife, my second romance.

F: Demanding? I’m simply an engaged reader!

F: Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

J: My characters want to smile too much. And shrug. And why aren’t em dashes on the keyboard?

F: Your book covers are amazing! Who’s your artist?

J: Huy Mai Van from the Deviant Art website.


F: The plot of The Eternity Acts is very unique and quite involved. How did you come up with it?

J: That’s a tough question. When I think back to when I first got the idea… okay I searched and found the exact moment. January 1st, 5 days after I decided to become a writer 🙂 I remember being in the kitchen stretching my brain, trying to think of something interesting and that’s what popped in my head!

F: And the simultaneous side stories?

J: I was given advice by a few already-established serial writers to build up a backlog on chapters before I started posting them online. So I set a date and got to writing the main chapters of the serial. However, I kinda wanted to get started on posting and getting feedback so I started writing the short stories in the same universe to start building an audience. A lot of the characters in the short story were not planned for the main story until I wrote the short story and thought they were too interesting to leave out.

PS. My current backlog is 45 thousand words deep so we’ll be here every Wednesday and Saturday for the foreseeable future 🙂


F: What was the hardest part of writing your book?

J: The hardest part of romance is coordinating the feelings. The hardest part of fantasy is that it’s expected to be 300 thousand words.

F: Ugh! Only a man would say “coordinating” and “feelings” in the same sentence! LOL! Do you have any advice for other writers?

J: Everyone says it, but you have to write a lot. And also don’t start your favorite book until you’ve been writing a while or else you’ll be sad the beginning sucks.

F: Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

J: Love me. 😍

F: LOL! Alright, Mr. Robinson, where can readers find you online?

J: I’m not everywhere…yet. But I’m working on it!

F: Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Sure! 😑


~ The Eternity Acts ~

Anroma, Acetate, Jochro

“We’ve got to be stopping sometime soon right?” the rental to my right said.

I attempted a shrug before giving up and muttering something incomprehensible. My arms were dead. I looked from the pile we had cleared from the river and back to where several rocks still blocked part of the river. All I could do was shake my head.

The rental continued, “Surely they have to get us back soon? Not only is it almost sunset but-”

He went quiet as a controller walked into our vicinity. The controller wore a cruel look, I guessed he was definitely one that would leave you out here if you misbehaved.

I bent down and feigned picking up a rock until he passed by. I was utterly gassed.

“We’re going to miss the coronation if we go much longer,” the chatty rental said. I glanced to him, noting the frown on his face.

“How do you have the energy to talk?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Complaining gets me through the day.” He reached up to his face and scratched the lower half of his face which was covered with pock-marks.

I turned toward the back of controller walking away, looking for any sign that he would call an end to the day. Pockmarks was right in that we’d have to get back to the city soon if they didn’t want me changing into a bird at sunset. And I was one of the more friendly forms. The retreating controller glanced to another several feet away and they made a hand signal. I sighed. Finally.

“Yes!” the pockmarked man whispered loudly. The nearest controller turned and narrowed his eyes. Every rentals eyes met their shoes.

“Let’s go,” the controller said before turning and walking toward Ikalga.

I didn’t know which was louder, the sound of rocks dropping where the rentals stood or the sighs of relief. Relief didn’t last long as a controller stomped to a particularly unlucky rental and drew his sword.

“I don’t like it when you don’t finish your job,” the controller snarled. I turned and headed after the first controller, wanting to avoid getting caught in this.

“But,” the rental said, “everyone dropped their rock!”

“I can’t leave everyone out here now can I? What would the Trading Union say? I can’t destroy the merchandise. But who will miss one?”

The sword whistled as it cut through the air, punctuated by a yell through clenched teeth. I picked up my pace, not sparing a glance back.

The rest of the rentals fell into a crude formation, packing into a herd at the middle of the controller circular perimeter. No one spoke for a while, I doubt anyone even looked back at the unlucky rental. Whether that guard used a venom or a tranquilizer, that rental wasn’t getting home tonight, maybe not ever.

“Poor guy,” Pockmarks said as he matched my pace.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t respond. I doubted the controller would leave two rentals out of the city limits but I wasn’t about to test them. Rationality wasn’t under their job description.

I kept my eyes forward as we marched back toward the city of Ikalga. It was visible even from the job site, the wooden walls surrounding the first city of Elodine. Only the castle was tall enough to be seen over the wall though.

My legs were desperate to sit down by the time we had reached the southern gate. We walked in and continued toward the looming castle. Again, we needed no directions as this time our destination, the castle, was visible from all areas within the city. I ignored Pockmarks chatter as we made our way through the rich district, I always was nervous here. It wasn’t the lack of vermin or obvious signs of wealth that did it either. Unwittingly, I broke my silence.

“Coming through here makes me nervous.”

The marked rental looked at me with wide eyes, seemingly surprised I spoke. “Yeah, for sure.”

I was shocked he limited himself to three words. I thought too soon, though.

“I heard someone got caught here without supervision and they were flayed,” he continued.

“Yikes,” I said. Any rental or impoverished individual that showed up in the rich district never ended up in a good situation, so I was inclined to believe the flaying rumor. I cursed the Trading Union for wanting to maximize our time out in the field, therefore leaving the fastest way back to the dorms before we changed at sunset to be through the rich district.

“What I’d give to be in our own district,” the marked man muttered to himself. I nodded. I’d even take being in the market district. One would get odd looks but at least your life wasn’t in danger…usually. “Do you think rock dropper will make it back?” Pockmarks turned to me.

Again, I attempted to shrug. “No idea. No one usually makes it back through the forest.” Unfortunately, once he woke up he wouldn’t be able to take the shortcut back through the rich district, he’d have to travel around to one of the more northern gates, and that was through the forests. Bad things happened in those woods. A rental would be lucky to run into a wild animal there, the police would be… I shivered, despite the warm, dry air. Yeah, I’ll stick to working in the plains. Fortunately, that was unlikely to change as rain had become harder to come by so the Trading Union had us clearing rivers to allow the river to pour over to the rich district.

Finally, I could see almost the entire castle as we approached the ceremony to appoint our next king.

“Do you think we’ll see this one anymore than we saw Rayon?”

I looked to Pockmarks. “I don’t know, I work in the same fields you do.”

“Fair enough.” He went quiet.

I turned back to watched the castle grow as we neared. It always left me awestruck no matter how many times I saw it. Made of wood, much like every other hut here, it stood two or three stories, whereas every other building in Ikalga was only one floor. The only huts that rivaled the castle in floor space were the huts along the edges of the city, where the larger animals stayed by night. I looked around at the huts I passed, they were adorned in a few colorful rags, the rich folk trying to show off being able to afford fabric that was more than the tan of the rentals. Some were even able to keep plants.

My stomach rumbled, cutting my admiration short. I had almost forgotten we had to skip lunch. Damn, this shift of controllers. As evidenced by the abandonment of the rock dropping rental, these ones weren’t fair. They got away with feeding us twice a day. And my lack of energy quite obvious as only the forward momentum of my walking kept me going. If I stopped, I was sure I’d either fall over or be unable to get walking again.

“Halt!” A controller shouted. It was the slicer, his eyes scanned the crowd of rentals, probably hoping to find someone to punish. Fortunately, we had stopped. The slicer gave instructions on filing into the coronation area and soon enough we were walking again. I swear I heard my legs creak as I got them going again.

Relief washed over me as the King finished his coronation speech. Continuing to stand, knees aching, arms dead weight and back fixed in the upright position, I was thrilled at the prospect of being able to leave soon. My eyes roamed away from the stage with the gigantic wooden castle in the backdrop. I glanced to my neighbor, Holder.

“A full day of labor moving rocks and they still expect us to remain upright through this?” I whispered.

Holder responded with a slow head shake. He barely looked conscious. I opened my mouth to check on him when, to my great disappointment, a short, lightly tanned man with a bushy mustache stood and the coronation continued its lumbering march onward with no end in sight.

The energy that had filled me due to the possibility of leaving left me. My eyes drooped as I scanned the crowd and quietly groaned. The controllers were in tight formation around the crowd, per usual. One caught my eyes and silently sneered. Snapping my head back forward, I thanked my lucky overalls that the controller hadn’t smiled. The smiling ones were rumored to take their uniforms from dead rental workers… allegedly. I maintained hope that they received extra from the warehouse.

Still staring forward, I mumbled to Holder, “Hey, Holder.” No response. “You alright, man?”

“Huh?” I finally received a response. “Yeah, sure.”

Without the controllers’ presence I doubted Holder would have found the mental fortitude to still be standing. Those poison infused sabers were no joke.

With the ceremony still dragging on, I was careful to avoid any more eye contact with controllers. Unfortunately, they didn’t wear a standard uniform so it was easy to miss them on occasion. Some wore a midnight black in an effort to look mysterious and foreboding, while others went with the simple light brown outfit of the general populace. With the controllers disdain for uniformity, the sabers were sometimes the only way to tell a controller from a citizen.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment and bent down slightly, arms hanging, to stretch my back. I felt it crack and slightly loosen. My mouth let out another involuntary groan through my clenched teeth. I straightened and glanced around to make sure I hadn’t drawn any attention to myself.

The short man droned on about the dawn of a new day. I tuned it out. For the most part, his words didn’t affect me as a slave. They never did. Things never changed. Again, I wonder why they forced rentals here. A false show of solidarity? I just wanted to rest.

“Psst, Jochro.”

I turned my head, willing it to move despite two neck kinks.

“Yes?” I asked. It was Molder. I didn’t usually like talking to chatty Molder, but I was desperate at this point.

“Some ceremony, huh?” He spoke a little too loudly for my taste.

“Yeah, lovely. Just trying not to crumple.”

“Heh, don’t want to be penned for the night?”

Of course I didn’t. A night in the pen meant changing into your night form and at sunset and not unfolding your squished wings/legs/tails until morning. I clenched my fists while thinking of the rich changing in their comfortable custom made beds. Everyone changes at night yet we’re the rentals. I sighed and gave Molder a terse, “Nope,” before turning my face forward.

“Where’s Rayon? You’d think he’d be at the passing of the crown, you know?” Molder asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, still facing forward. “I’m at the same coronation you are.”

I was wrong. Even now, I hadn’t reached the level of desperation necessary to talk to him.

The speech was interrupted when there was a minor thump. I glanced out my periphery and saw poor Tea had collapsed. My heart mourned for her, that would be at least a night in the pen. I shook my head and snapped my eyes open in an attempt to avoid her fate.

“We will be bringing this coronation to a close now,” the mustached man said, with a quick cadence. “Rentals, please follow the controllers through the exit in the rear. Citizens, please-”

Finally, it was over. I almost cried tears of joy. My cot was calling my name.

“F62! Let’s go!” But first, it seemed a controller was calling it.

I willed my aching joints to move faster, joining the crowd of fellow rentals, hurrying away from the bright, extravagant decorations of the coronation and back toward the living quarters. I looked into the sky and noticed the sun was farther along in setting than I anticipated. That was why they were in such a rush. They’d have changing villagers on their hands in a few minutes if they didn’t get us inside.

I heard a brief yell and curse come from behind me. I turned and peered through the crowd. The sea of rentals pushed me forward, preventing me from seeing where the disturbance came from. But I didn’t have time to dwell on that as the individual in front of me also cried out, suddenly distraught. “Oh for Mariah’s sake!” The man fell to the ground, beginning to change. Well, looks like I was wrong. They’d have changing villagers now.

I attempted to push past the throng of people clogging half the path, simply watching the individual on the ground begin to sprout thick gray legs.

“Guys, you might want to move!” I hollered as I tried to get in the direction of my dorm. The controllers were nasty people. When there were accidental changings, there was nothing that rivaled their cruelty. Most of these people must have never seen that or they’d be clawing through the crowd right along with me. I heard a woman from behind me yip but I didn’t bother looking back. She was changing or she had been a victim of crowd control, either way, I didn’t want to be there to experience it. I finally cleared the crowd and began hobbling toward my cot. I ran straight as a board with my back threatening to tighten up and/or spasm.

As I increased the distance between the commotion and myself, my right calf cramped. I hopped to a stop and felt a knot begin to form. Gritting my teeth, I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks.  Only fear kept me moving forward as I slowed to a walk. Others in better shape passed me by. I finally spared a glance back and saw the group of bystanders being herded quickly in my direction. The controllers gave a quick slash to any that lagged behind, dropping them under the power of the tranquilizer immediately.

I attempted to once more pick up my pace, but the knot of muscle in my leg prevented me from keeping in front. The crowd gained on me. I hope forcing us to the coronation was worth it, I thought as I moved to the side of the road, hoping to avoid being trampled.

I reached the side of the path, awaiting the controllers and the herded group of rentals to reach me. I sighed, hoping I would only be penned for the night.

My thoughts were interrupted as a small lady in the front of the pack frantically called for help. She was having trouble keeping in front. The lady stumbled and locked eyes with me. She and the pack were a dozen feet out. Unfortunately, it looked like she had caught the attention of a controller as well.


Without thinking, I pushed off the post that was supporting my weight and trotted to beat the controller to the woman. If he tranquilized her now, she’d certainly be feet meat. The tears began again as I alternated between running one step and hopping the next on my bum leg. It was going to be close. I yelled as I got closer and the controller turned to face me, briefly pausing his walk toward the woman. He furrowed his brow and brought up the side of his mouth in a scowl before continuing to the small female. The controller’s pause allowed me to intersect his path. I half-dove, half-fell at the controller in an attempt to bring him down. I felt a sharp pain on my shoulder and I was unconscious as soon as I hit the ground.



I want to thank Jordan C. Robinson for stopping by Nesie’s Place today. His next book and first romance, (as J.C. Robinson) One Year Left, releases April 29th. It’s available for preorder for 99-cents and is also a part of the Kindle Unlimited program.

The web-based The Eternity Acts is updated every Wednesday and Saturday. The Eternity Acts: Short Stories are also on the blog, or can be downloaded as a perma-free ebook from Amazon.






The LIFT 4 Autism Auction Is LIVE!


It’s LIVE!! The LIFT 4 Autism Auction is open for bidding!


Win a $25 Winner’s Choice Gift Card in the LIFT Celebration Giveaway!

The Lift 4 Autism Auction is a bookworm’s dream! Featuring hard-to-get, much-sought items from romance favorites like Nicola Yoon, Kristen Ashley, Taylor Jenkins Reid, Corinne Michaels, T.M. Frazier, Marie Force and more than 200 others in celebration of Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month.

Authors Ginger Scott and Kennedy Ryan founded LIFT 4 Autism a few years ago as a charitable initiative rallying the romance community around autism. All proceeds go to this year’s charitable partner Kulture City, who is doing amazing things for the autism community. Learn more at kulturecity.org.

Specifically, LIFT 2017 will benefit Kulture City’s lifeBOKS program, which provides families with free kits to curtail wandering, a common and potentially life threatening challenge. Proceeds will also benefit Kulture City’s tablet program, which provides iPads to improve communication for non and limited verbal children on the spectrum to families who cannot afford them.

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About the Anthology

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Do you have a love for romance stories? Included in this anthology are stories that will have you intrigued; make you swoon; all the while warming your heart.

Fifteen SBR Media authors present to you: A Love for Romance.

♡A preview of Trading Yesterday by USA Today Bestselling Author Kahlen Aymes

♡ The Break (Breaking Free, Part 1) by USA Today Bestselling Author Debra Presley

♡ Always Too Late by Micalea Smeltzer

♡ Until the Stars Forget to Shine by Amber Garza

♡ The Only Chance by Magan Vernon

♡ Awakened: A Leila Marx World Novella by Amber Garr

♡ Do You Mind? by Freya Barker

♡ Cock-Blocked by W. Ferraro

♡ What Happens on Spring Break by R.C. Stephens

♡ Always There by Elizabeth Hayes

♡ Falling for Lindy by Ashlee Taylor

♡ Burning the Midnight Oil by Elison Grace

♡ Babysitting for the Biker by Sammi Starlight

♡ Chasing Love by Misha Elliott

♡ Spellbound by Ashlee Sinn

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Title of Book: Trading Yesterday
Author Name: Kahlen Aymes
Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Contemporary

About the Book:

“Professional soccer superstar, Chase (Ace) Forrester, receives a test message from the one woman who broke his heart. His life is on a fast track now, and after years of trying to forget Teagan Tesler, he can finally breathe without wanting to rip his heart from his chest.

Faced with a dilemma that threatens to screw up everything he’s worked for, Chase must decide if seeing Teagan will give him the closure he needs, or crack him open all over again. His head tells him to shut off his phone and ignore the six words screaming from the screen, but his heart tells him to get on a plane, no questions asked.

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Title of Book: The Break (Breaking Free, Part 1)
Author Name: Debra Presley
Genre: Thriller/Suspense

About the Book:

“Like a best friend, you’ll root for Rachelle until the end.”– New York Times Bestselling Author Avery Aster

Rachelle wants nothing more than to be free of her husband, Dr. Trey Wellington III.

After one terrible night, she decides it’s time to break free from his abusive, controlling ways. However, her plan goes astray and she finds herself in the fight of her life.

Will Rachelle be able to break away? Or will Trey keep her captive in the hell she’s been living?

This book contains graphic scenes and very sensitive subject matter.

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Title of Book: Always Too Late
Author Name: Micalea Smeltzer
Genre: Young Adult Mature

About the Book:

Mathias Wade may be the lead singer of Willow Creek, but he didn’t start out that way.

Once upon a time, he was simply a boy that loved a girl, but their story ended in tragedy.

This is the beginning.

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Title of Book: Until Stars Forget To Shine
Author Name: Amber Garza
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Romance

About the Book:


Mina was only a teenager when her first love Austin died tragically. Now she’s an adult back in Inland Cove. And she’s just met the incredibly sexy man who now lives in Austin’s beach house.

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Title of Book: The Only Chance
Author Name: Magan Vernon
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Fairytale

About the Book:

Nobody meets their spouse when they’re four-years-old unless they’re living a fairytale.

Veronica “Roni”Chapman and Patrick “Trigg”Chapman thought they were living the ultimate fairytale, then life happened.

With divorce papers served, they thought their relationship was over.

But a tragedy brings them back together.

The only chance they may have to get back together may just happen once upon a dream.

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Title of Book: Awakened: A Leila Marx World Novella
Author Name: Amber Garr
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy

About the Book:

The backstory highlighting the unusual romance between a medium (Elise) and a vampire (Gallus) who are key characters in TOUCHING EVIL.

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Title of Book: Do You Mind?
Author Name: Freya Barker
Genre: Erotic Romance

About the Book:

A chance meeting during a routine airport layover holds a hint of excitement.

A casual lunch hints at the promise of unexplored fantasies.

A leap into the unknown has life changing consequences.

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Title of Book: Cock-Blocked
Author Name: W. Ferraro
Genre: New Adult

About the Book:

“She’s gorgeous.”
“She’s perfect.”
“She’s so damn sexy.”
She’s my best friend’s little sister.

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Title of Book: What Happens on Spring Break
Author Name: R.C. Stephens
Genre: New Adult

About the Book:

Prequel to upcoming release

Uptight Princeton student Sasha Landstone doesn’t mean to fall in love with the laid-back bartender Chris while vacationing in Florida on Spring Break. He’s completely not her type. He’s covered in tattoos, piercings, a man bun, and has an arrogant, condescending personality. But once they kiss it’s electric and all reason escapes them like the waves crashing along the Floridian shore. Too bad she’s his future stepsister…

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Title of Book: Always There
Author Name: Elizabeth Hayes
Genre: Contemporary Romance

About the Book:

Taylor and Gabe were best friends. When Taylor and her fiance get into a fight it’s Gabe who she calls. Gabe is tired of seeing Taylor hurt, he decides that it’s time to tell her how he really feels. But will Taylor feel the same way or will she run back to her fiance.

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Title of Book: Falling for Lindy
Author Name: Ashlee Taylor
Genre: Y/A – high school

About the Book:

Bad boy Clinton Delaney falls for a girl he’s never noticed before, Rosalind Flannery’s newfound attention from the hottest guy in school leaves a lot to be desired. Although it feels good to have the popular jock making a fool of himself for her attention, is it worth the hassle dealing with the girls who think she’ll never be good enough for him.

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Title of Book: Burning the Midnight Oil
Author Name: Elison Grace
Genre: Contemporary Romance

About the Book:

The first four chapter in Burning the Midnight Oil follow me on Wattpad for the rest of the story.

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Title of Book: Babysitting for the Biker
Author Name: Sammi Starlight
Genre: Erotic Romance

About the Book:

Willow thought this was just another babysitting job. She gets a big surprise when she finds out it’s for one of the most notorious and sexy bikers in town.

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Title of Book: Chasing Love
Author Name: Misha Elliott
Genre: New Adult

About the Book:

Dylan Hevel felt that love was only something that tied and bound you to another person. After the disaster of his parent’s marriage he vowed to never make the same mistake.

After losing everything that mattered most Abigail Love picked up and started life over in the middle of nowhere Alabama vowing to never let her heart be hurt again.

When Dylan needed help for his grandmother he enlists the help of Abigail. As the two spend time together they are forced to face the undeniable spark between them.

As Dylan’s feelings for Abigail come to light, he realizes he has to let go of his skewed view of love in order to take a chance on this woman.

Will Dylan continue to believe that love isn’t in the cards for him-or will he take the leap and chase after love?

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Title of Book: Spellbound
Author Name: Ashlee Sinn
Genre: Paranormal Romance

About the Book:

Bo Callaghan has finally met his mate in Kenzie. As a witch in a clan of grizzlies, she can certainly hold her own. But when a particular problem requires her special skills, she quickly realizes just how much they all need each other.

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A Love for Romance

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The Lens Problem

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-Two people looking at the same thing using different lenses of interpretation.
This concept was derived from the Nicholas Epley’s Mindwise.

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If this concept hasn’t already manifested in your mind, or has yet to deem itself familiar to you, then allow me to expand until it becomes so.
The lens problem, as Epley calls it, is not necessarily an issue or primarily a beneficial factor to anyone or anything; It is not strictly left or right. The lens problem merely states that two different people could be staring at one thing and see it differently due to the lens through which they are viewing it.
For instance, who won that race? Well, runner 1 had his foot over the line before runner 2, but runner 2 had his arm over the line before runner 1. The only rule specifying the winner is:  whoever crosses the line first. If…

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