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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Paranormal Attractions Box Set is LIVE and only 99 Cents!

Only Available for a LIMITED time!

Below are all the teasers (including my inclusion, Once Forbidden)

Vampires, sexy ghosts, gargoyles, mummy’s curses and a secret magical society are some of the fabulous paranormal twists you’ll find in PARANORMAL ATTRACTIONS, a boxed set of 9 steamy romances brought to you by Amazon, Barnes & Noble bestselling, and award-winning authors. Lose yourself in these light and dark paranormal stories that are only around for a short time.

My Blood Runs Blue – Stacy Eaton Officer Kristin Greene’s life is turned upside down when she begins to investigate a homicide and finds that killer is something out of her nightmares. What will happen when Julian and Alexander introduce Kristin to the world of vampires?

Instinct – J.A. Belfield Werewolf Sean Holloway treats the village marketplace like a sexual buffet, until his instincts guide him toward the unique scent of the nonchalant Jem Stonehouse. Despite his pack's rules, he wants her—an attraction that can bring only danger for Jem. Will Sean defy his own Alpha to save the woman he loves?

Parlor Games – Bonnie Edwards Carrie MacLean and Matt Crewe have secret needs when they arrive at Perdition House for a sexy bachelor auction. Can love survive the mesmerizing spirits of the hookers who once lived and worked in the haunted bordello?

Love Set in Stone – Staci Troilo Perched above Pittsburgh, a gargoyle spends centuries as a protector of humanity while he waits for the one who will break his curse and free him from his stone prison. When he finally finds her, her life is in jeopardy, and he realizes he may face eternal damnation to save her life.

Romance Under Wraps – Michele Jones The Carnegie Museum of Natural History gets an Egyptian installation, and it seems to come with the ubiquitous mummy’s curse. Death and destruction abound. But the real curse is on the mummy’s advisor—he must teach the mummy how to pass forty-three judgments or find the reincarnated queen and win her love—or they are doomed to continue reawakening every century to try all over again.

Phantasm - J.L. Campbell After losing her husband in a tragic accident, Josette is convinced she's on the road to recovery—until Dwayne starts appearing to her in ways that take her to the edge of terror and back. Can Mario Browning, a persistent and perceptive man, save her from falling into a dangerous abyss between the world of the living and the dead?

The Beckoning of Beguiling Things - Calinda B Can 24 hours really change your life in magical ways you never imagined? Marissa Engles is about to find out, when she heads to Las Vegas, meets sexy, Thunder and Lightning dancer Chris King and unwittingly unleashes the force of a secret, global, magical society known only as the Numina.

Remembered by Moonlight - Nancy Gideon The deadly leader of a shape-shifter clan with no memories of who he is and a dedicated cop hiding a heart-breaking secret face impossible odds in steamy New Orleans that conspire to pull them apart. Because the enemy they pursue . . . might be him.

Once Forbidden - Hope Welsh Devlin wants her from the moment he sees her save a child in a fire, but it’s forbidden for vampires to change humans. Can he bear to let her go?

Monday, May 9, 2016

A Fitting End to the Story - A Guest Post by Amelia Autin

Today, I welcome Amelia Autin to the blog. Each week, I'll be bringing you posts by fellow authors!

A Fitting End to the Story

It’s so easy to tear something down. So easy to mock someone else’s work. What isn’t easy is having the guts and determination to create something from scratch, and follow through. Not just finishing the darn thing, but putting it out there in the public eye, accepting that it might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but still… Hoping and praying someone will enjoy it. That someone will get the message you’re trying to convey, whether it’s a book, a painting, a poem, a song, or even a blog post.

I recently had the not-very-pleasant experience of dealing with a “troll” on Goodreads. Why do I say this person is a “troll?” Not because he/she left one-star ratings (the lowest rating possible) on five of my books on the same day (April 11th), but because this person has (as of the morning of May 8th) left a total of 2,927 ratings (zero reviews, by the way), of which 2,923 are one-star ratings. The other four are two-star ratings, a statistically insignificant number. This means this reader has never read a book he/she liked!

It was obvious to me (although not to Goodreads), that this person was just assigning one-star ratings to trash the authors. These ratings couldn’t possibly be realistic assessments of those books. I hope these one-star ratings were random—I’d hate to think someone specifically targeted me, as well as the other authors who received these malicious ratings.

But that experience isn’t what this blog is about. The worst is yet to come.

I was the victim of an elaborate and malicious hoax recently, which also utilized Goodreads (amazing how that web site keeps popping up in a negative way!) The perpetrator called it a “prank” when he sent me an email apology. Prank? Perhaps…if the perpetrator was a 12-year-old boy. Not when the actions are carried out by an adult.

Here’s what happened in a nutshell. Someone, whose initials are AS, left a one-star rating on Goodreads for one of my books on April 25th. No author likes to see that, but I accepted it and moved on. As I said in the first paragraph, not everyone will like what I write, and I’m okay with that.

On May 2nd I received a Facebook friend request on my author page from AS. The name sounded familiar, and after a moment’s reflection I realized this was the same name as the person who’d given my book a one-star rating on Goodreads. I visited his Facebook page, and what I saw there convinced me the two people were one and the same. That worried me. Was I being cyber-stalked? Why would someone who didn’t like my book ask to be friends with me on Facebook?

So I blocked AS and posted about it on Facebook, as a cautionary tale for others who might have a similar experience. I didn’t name AS. I didn’t use his initials. I didn’t even say it was a man. I merely ended my post by saying, “I fear I was being targeted...but I have no idea why.”

Then on May 5th AS changed his one-star rating to five stars and left a review that included a profuse apology for having “accidentally” posted the one-star rating. Because of his reference to being so worried about his mother he hadn’t realized his mistake, and because my own mother is in the hospital recovering from a stroke that left her unable to use her right arm and leg, I totally bought what AS wrote, even though some of what he said was a little over the top. I also unblocked him on Facebook, although I didn’t send him a friend request. But by unblocking him that meant he could see my public posts on my author page.

Later in the day AS changed his rating on Goodreads from five stars to three stars. He also completely revised his review, saying the book was a five-star read but because I’d blocked him on Facebook and “bragged” about it, he could only give me three stars. He was so “crushed” (his word, not mine) he didn’t think he could ever read another book by me. There was a lot more to his rant, but I really didn’t read more than that.

Here’s where his actions became unpardonable—I cared.

I cared that he’d misunderstood my post about blocking him. I cared that I’d somehow inadvertently hurt him, something I would never do deliberately.

So I posted some comments on his Goodreads review, explaining that authors get cyber-stalked a lot, especially women authors. And that I hadn’t been bragging about blocking him, I’d been worried by what I thought was a case of cyber-stalking. I wasted several hours on this, hours I didn’t really have to spare because I had a deadline the next day. But I cared. More fool me.

I eventually connected with AS via a Facebook chat. His first words were “I just sent you an email to your aol account. Sorry about the hubub (sic). It’s all explained in that email.”

I quickly logged into my author email account and saw the email from him with the subject line, “Apology. it was a prank. Let me explain.”

It turns out AS is a comedian who picked my book at random and merely read it in order to mock it in his comedy act. That stung a little since all my books are like my children and I love them, flaws and all. But that was just the beginning.

AS laid out the whole sorry tale in great detail. How he’d read my book for his mock-academic comedy routine; how he’d given it a one-star rating because he’s working on a Goodreads challenge and figured my book counted even though romance isn’t something he normally reads; how he went to my author web site so he could include some stuff about me in his comedy act; how he sent me a Facebook friend request as a joke because I mention on my web site that readers can “friend” me.

When AS found himself blocked from seeing my author page on Facebook, he asked a friend to visit it. His friend told him about my cautionary post about blocking AS. That’s when he decided to “have a little fun” (again, his words, not mine). He wrote the five-star review as a joke, hoping for a reaction from me, which he got (“(which thanks for doing by the way!)” he had the gall to write in his email). Then he wrote the three-star review. Again, “just for fun.”

I don’t know about you, but this kind of fun completely escapes me. He deliberately manipulated my emotions as a “prank.” Yes, that five-star review was a little over the top, and yes, reading it now I see all the red flags I should have seen at the time.

I think I was particularly susceptible because of the situation with my mother and the fact that my father lost part of his leg to diabetes before he passed away a few years ago (neither of which AS could have known, but still…) So when AS wrote, “This book was JUST the thing I needed to take my mind off of all my troubles, what with my mom becoming the families (sic) latest diagnosed diabetic and all,” I fell for it. Again, more fool me.

I guess I should be grateful AS sent me that email, so I could stop feeling bad about blocking him on Facebook. And I guess I should be grateful he deleted his review from Goodreads (he offered to restore the five-star review, but I declined). And maybe I would be grateful for the explanation and apology…if he hadn’t thanked me in our Facebook chat for “being a good sport,” then asking if I wanted to watch his live-stream show.

Excuse me?

I get that some people think it’s okay to make fun of romance novels. I don’t think so, but that’s just me. And if I’d happened to come across AS’s live-stream show mocking my book, I might have just shrugged my shoulders and moved on. I might even have chuckled a time or two—who knows? Stranger things have happened.

But I can’t forgive the emotional seesaw to which AS subjected me, which he thinks was nothing more than a “prank.” I guess he sees it as “no harm, no foul.” But there was harm. I have been changed by this experience. Just as you can’t un-see something or un-read something, you can’t completely block an experience like this out of your mind going forward. So I’ll be a little less trusting in the future. And possibly a little less caring. I’ll try not to let it affect me, but…I’m only human. And it’s basic human instinct to protect oneself from being hurt a second time. “Once bitten, twice shy,” comes to mind, as well as, “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”

Now that a few days have passed and the initial pain has lessened, all I can say is I hope no one else ever has their emotions manipulated this way. No one. Not even AS.

It’s ironic, because AS says he reads mostly classic literature. Apparently he hasn’t learned much from it (Charles Dickens’ Sydney Carton or Victor Hugo’s Jean Valjean he is not!) So maybe he should switch to something else—romances, for instance. He could learn a lot from reading romances with an open mind.

So what are the takeaways from this whole experience? Damned if I know. Except maybe…just maybe…I should pity AS because he is who he is. What do you think? Is that a fitting end to the story?

Amelia Autin is the author of nine novels for Silhouette and Harlequin. Her most recent book is Her Colton P.I., a Harlequin Romantic Suspense, released May 2016. You can find her on Facebook or at

Note from Hope Welsh: Let me just say...I read Her Colton PI. It was an awesome read! You'll find yourself falling in love with Chris and Holly! Trust me on this! Here is the link for it on Amazon:

Monday, May 2, 2016

Read and Return...on Amazon

To all those that love to read books...a reminder for those that love to read them and then return them (even when they love them) Amazon is not a lending library smile emoticon ‪#‎KU‬ is a paid lending library, though. Many of us do allow lending on our books--if you really can't afford our book--see if a friend has it and can loan it. ALL of mine are loanable. All mine are also on ‪#‎KindleUnlimited‬ (where you can read to your heart's content for $10 a month. True, you can only have 10 at a time--but all you have to do is read, return and pick another. Easy-peasy. Some don't like #KU. I personally love it. It lets me read new-to-me authors. It also allows the author to be paid for my reading their work. Win-win in my book. I normally only use #KU for their first--because I must own every book I love--but really, you don't have to. Read the book, return it, and move on to the next! That's my ‪#‎PSA‬ for the week.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Black as Obsidian is Available Now!

Black as Obsidian (Karm's Witches Book 9) is available now in print and e-book. For a limited time, I have the print version on sale for only $2.99. Likely one of the least expensive print books by an Indie Author.

In this installment, the stakes are higher for everyone. There's a new threat no one expected...

Available Here in ebook and   Print Available Here:

Here's a teaser....

I couldn’t put those that I loved in danger. My brother, Steele, Summer, and the others wouldn’t understand why I’d left. Everyone I loved in the world was in my brother’s house. That didn’t matter. Keeping those I loved safe mattered more. To do that, I needed my body back. Stuck as I was on the astral plane left me helpless.

The problem, of course, is that I really didn’t have the first clue as to how to get my body back. My life back. I’d thought finding Summer would be the answer. Finding her at Wal-Mart, briefly, had made me believe getting my body back from Royal may be possible. Now, I wasn’t so sure.

Giving up just wasn’t an option. Those I loved were at too big of a risk if we did not stop Royal. Hell, we all knew that Royal wasn’t going to stop with just taking my body. He wanted powers. As many as he could get his hands on. I had little doubt that he’d go after the poor woman I’d pulled into this mess, Summer Daize. I prayed that Steele could keep her safe.

He’d already killed Natalie—his pregnant wife. Another set of triplets, just like Flint, Steele and I. And, of course, my sisters, Amethyst, Amber, and Topaz. He’d sacrificed Natalie and taken over my body. I could still see her trapped on that altar. So terrified. Almost nothing is worse than being trapped inside your own body while someone else was doing unspeakable evil—other than being the victim, of course.

If I was any judge of my brother, Steele, and I considered myself to be, I had little doubt that he’d keep a close eye on Summer. A blind man—or one on the astral plane—could tell that he had the hots for her.

Perhaps something good would come out of this, were they to get together.

I shook my head to clear it. I needed to keep my mind on the issues at hand—like how to get my damn body back.

Sensing Royal—I refused to call him my father again—close was becoming easier. I could feel him. He was very, very close. I lingered about a block away from Steele’s house. So, that meant that Royal—my evil father, heaven help me—was that close to all those that I loved.

He would not get away with destroying even one more person. Not one. No more babies left motherless—not if I could help it. I was determined that I would stop him if it was the last thing I ever did.

The problem now, though, is that if I can sense him this easily—it’s very probable that he can sense me too. At least if I’m close to him, that is.

I needed to get away from Karma. As far as I could get in this form. With no active powers, though, traveling might be a bit difficult.

When he’d taken my body, I’d simply floated for a while. I’d had no real sense of time. But once I’d found my way back—somewhat—I was much more aware of what was going on around me.

Perhaps I could go to the truck stop near the freeway and travel unseen by the driver to get away from here. With any luck, Royal would leave the others alone if he could no longer sense me.

Decision made, I started walking. This was the only thing to do, I told myself. There were no other options. I had to plan—and I couldn’t do that here in Karma.

After a block, I felt him—Royal—and he was close. Too close. A sudden surge of rage filled me and I clenched my fists.

He was coming for me.

Let the best man win, I thought, just as the black swirling mass enveloped me.

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Ashe Barker: The Darker Side (And a Giveaway from Ashe, too)

The Dark Side, Ashe Barker
Hi Hope, and thank you for inviting me over today to chat about the re-release of The Dark Side.  
This series was my first attempt to write anything steamier than a birthday card and I was delighted with it. I’ll always be proud of how well the books did and the fabulous reviews they received. I am eternally grateful to Totally Bound for accepting them and for taking a chance on the unpublished rookie I was back then.
So, if it ain’t broke, why mend it?
As I wrote The Dark Side I had no idea if anyone but me would ever read the books. I knew next to nothing about the world of publishing or professional writing, so although my editor did a fabulous job of making the books fit to be seen among decent folk (or should that be indecent folk?) there were always aspects of the story I felt could be improved. There were scenes I had thought about writing but left out, and ways in which I believed the connection between Nathan and Eva could be deepened. The re-release was a rare opportunity to have my time again and come up with some new scenes which I feel complete the job.
There’s new content in each of the three books, but I won’t spoil it by saying exactly what. Suffice it to say we see yet another quirk in Eva’s already complex nature, and aspects of Nathan which I hope will endear him to readers even more. He’s a hard Dom, stern, demanding and insanely sexy. We lose none of that, but the additional content helps to bring out his caring nature a little more.
There’s also a whole new epilogue to conclude the story. This picks up a loose end which always bothered me a little, so I feel the series is better rounded now.
Fancy a chance to win ALL THREE books in the series? Then just enter my Rafflecopter. The competition ends on 1 May.

Series Blurb
The Dark Side trilogy charts the sensual journey of academic musician Eva Byrne as she struggles to overcome painful shyness, sexual inhibition and personal tragedy. Lonely, unsophisticated, desperately seeking love and approval, Eva is easy prey for sensual and experienced Nathan Darke.

He wants her submission, and he knows how to go about getting it. Eva is quickly caught up by the whirlwind of his effortless seduction, though she has her own reasons for agreeing to join him in his world of pain and pleasure, on the dark side.

Inexplicably fascinated and at the same time totally frustrated by his new submissive, Nathan is increasingly drawn to her as she opens up in his hands and he realises there is much, much more to his latest playmate than he ever could have imagined.

The Dark Side charts the turbulent relationship between Eva and Nathan as their mutual fascination builds. They both discover what surrender truly means as together they explore the fragile bonds of desire, trust, risk and reward, and the destructive power of betrayal.
Of course, we can’t do without an excerpt. This one is a sizzler, taken from the first book in the trilogy, Darkening

“I think we need nipple clamps, don’t you? Nice pink ones with vibrating bullets suspended from them. Vibrating bullets are great on your clitoris too. Very versatile,” he whispers in my ear.
I can only nod as he clicks on the item and adds it to the basket.
“Now what? Butt plugs? A girl should have her own personal butt plugs, I think. More hygienic. Don’t you agree, Miss Byrne?” He never lets up the pressure on my nipple, squeezing it between his fingers whilst his thumb rubs the tip, hard, as he swiftly adds more products to the basket. “And some anal beads, I think. Very interesting sensation. You’ll like those. Would you care to bend over the table and lift your skirt, Miss Byrne, let me demonstrate?”
What? Now? “Do you have some handy?” Did I actually say that?
“Never leave home without them, Miss Byrne. But maybe now’s not the time. Definitely something to look forward to, though. Have we finished shopping?”
I nod, desperately writhing against his hand.
“Okay.” He taps the screen a few more times to complete the purchases. Then, slipping his hand out of my bra, he pulls me to my feet and quickly turns me to face the table. His hand in the small of my back, he pushes me face down across the hardwood surface, sliding the iPad and my coffee cup to one side.
I start in surprise as he lifts the hem of my dress—surely he just said…
Then I moan out loud as he again slips his hand into my clothing, this time down the back of my lovely red lacy briefs, down the hollow between my buttocks, slowing slightly to circle my anus with one gentle fingertip. I stiffen, waiting…
“So sweet and tight. We’ll come back to this,” he murmurs softly, leaning close to kiss my neck before continuing on between the wet, swollen lips of my vagina. He slips one finger inside my moist entrance, working gently in and out, circling the outer lips, spreading my juices all around. I moan faintly, lifting my bum up in welcome. He slides a second finger inside, whilst with his other hand he attacks from the front to take my swollen clitoris between his thumb and finger, gently rubbing.
The combined pleasure is so intense, so centered, so sudden, it overwhelms me and I come immediately. I scream, unable to contain any of the fabulous sensation of internal fragmentation now shooting out through my outstretched fingers—white-knuckled, still gripping the edge of the table—and my toes, still encased in my lovely, red fuck-me shoes. I whimper, almost in frustration that my climax has hit me before I even saw it coming.
“I’m not finished with you yet. Stay there.”
More? How wonderful.
His voice is low, seductive and commanding. I stay still. Waiting. He straightens, steps away from me, goes over to his desk. He returns a moment later, gently pulling my underwear down to my ankles. “Step out.” His command is clear. I obey.
“You have a beautiful bottom, Miss Byrne,” he observes, trailing his fingertips lightly down the furrow between my buttocks, then tracing the line of each lower curve before bringing something down on me—hard, sharp, fierce. I scream out loud, with shock more than pain, though the sting is real enough. Instinctively I start to stand up, but his hand goes to the small of my back, pressing me back down.
“We agreed on five strokes for every frown. I counted at least four frowns since we came into this room, and that’s me being generous, Miss Byrne. So that’s twenty strokes. Agreed?”
I don’t answer, still reeling from the sudden assault. He strikes me again, and I scream again, louder. “Agreed, Miss Byrne?”
“Yes, yes. Please don’t…”
“Eighteen to go, then. Grit your teeth, Miss Byrne.”

Review Quotes
  • Holy crow! I knew Eva was intelligent but WHOA! (OK no spoiler reveals).
  • The sex … is bow-chica-wow-wow hot! Note to Eva - if you get tired I'll tag in for you! Yes this is an erotic story but there is so much more than just sex. The soul baring and secret revealings have me alternating between laughing, gasping and tears.
  • Author Ashe Barker has definitely mastered the art of cliffhangers because just when I think her books are going to end on a high note, BAM! there it is. I know I will just be crushed to see this story end … an absolute must read and I do highly recommend reading the Dark Side Trilogy.
  • What a fantastic third book. The ending was everything you could hope for. Ms Barker knows what it takes to satisfy her readers, and she doesn't disappoint. My only complaint is that there are no more books to read in this trilogy.
  • Wow, I have enjoyed these three books so much that I would like his version of this love story, please it would be nice.

About Ashe Barker
I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.
I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.  
I have over thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too.
I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

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NB. Darkening is FREE at Totally Bound and All Romance until 30 April 2016

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