So coming up tomorrow an interview will be available that I did with the illustrious Kelly Blanchard. It's a different story from most interviews though. Instead of a simple Q&A format it's written or as a story, like we're actually sitting down and chatting. The interview was also done in real time.
It was definitely an entertaining experience and I'm sure you'll all get a kick out of it. I'll be posting a link soon so you can check it out. There will also be a second interview of a character from I Am The Alpha layer this week, so look for that too.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
B.A.C.A
So, in my last post I mentioned that the Biker Chick Anthology I have written a submission for is going to have all proceeds go toward a charity that I couldn't remember. I have been properly admonished and reminded that it is going toward B.A.C.A, an awesome organization. Bikers Against Child Abuse is precisely what it sounds like. It's a group with members and chapters all over the country. Bikers, who's only purpose is to support and help children that are victims of abuse.
They act as security for the kids, even escorting them to and from school or standing guard outside their homes if need be and sitting in the courtroom with them if and when they are called to testify against their abusers in court.
I first heard of them a year or two ago in an article I read about an Arizona chapter of the group and one of the things I remembered was them speaking of a ten year old boy, sitting on the stand to testify against his abuser. The judge asked the boy, "are you afraid?" and he said no. When asked why he looked at the 50+ bikers sitting in the courtroom and said, "Because my friends are scarier than him."
These men don't get paid for time off of work or for maintenance on their bikes or gas to and from. Time away from their own families. Time that they selflessly offer up for a greater cause and I for one think it's a true testament to the brotherhood that an MC creates. The dedication to something more than yourself.
http://bacaworld.org
There's the link. Check them out. They're awesome and deserve all the support they can get.
They act as security for the kids, even escorting them to and from school or standing guard outside their homes if need be and sitting in the courtroom with them if and when they are called to testify against their abusers in court.
I first heard of them a year or two ago in an article I read about an Arizona chapter of the group and one of the things I remembered was them speaking of a ten year old boy, sitting on the stand to testify against his abuser. The judge asked the boy, "are you afraid?" and he said no. When asked why he looked at the 50+ bikers sitting in the courtroom and said, "Because my friends are scarier than him."
These men don't get paid for time off of work or for maintenance on their bikes or gas to and from. Time away from their own families. Time that they selflessly offer up for a greater cause and I for one think it's a true testament to the brotherhood that an MC creates. The dedication to something more than yourself.
http://bacaworld.org
There's the link. Check them out. They're awesome and deserve all the support they can get.
I'm super excited to share the details of a FREE deal this week on one of the books from the fabulous series, the Fireworks Novellas: Objectify Me.
Here's a video about the Fireworks Novellas
Blurb:
Seattle law student Levi Borovski has been ceremonially dispatched from his family home to “get over himself” as his mother not so politely puts it. For the last year he’s been experimenting with living by orthodox Jewish traditions and it’s driven his liberal secular parents crazy. To make matters worse, the nice Jewish medical student for whom he put in all this effort has just gotten engaged to someone else. Why Levi’s mother thinks spending Mardi Gras in New Orleans will improve his mood is something of a mystery, but at this stage he’s pretty much ready to try anything. So when his frat buddies ditch him to take off on some drug dealer’s riverboat Levi is left to his own devices in the Big Easy, determined, despite everything to let the good times roll.Charlotte Gibbs doesn’t exactly hate her demeaning job as a lap dancer in the high end French Quarter gentlemen’s club, Objections. It’s good money and the attention she gets from her mostly rich lawyer clientele satisfies her ego enough that her perpetual singlehood no longer feels like a voodoo curse. Tourists can be a pain though, and Mardi Gras week is especially bad. Still, a hard-working girl like Charlotte is entitled to have a little fun sometimes. So when an adorably drunk but sincere West Coast college boy invites her for a drink, Charlotte decides to take a chance.
Neither of this mismatched set of misfits imagines that the magic of Mardi Gras will rub off on them in quite such a sexy, dramatic and life changing way. When the sun comes up on New Orleans will they find a way to make this unexpected magic last?
Excerpt:
She
tastes like lime and sugar, and her mouth is warm and soft. My cock throbs as I
think about what other parts of her might be warm and soft, too. Just when I
think I might slide down on the ground with her legs wrapped around me, she
pulls back. I sneak a look down at her cleavage which is moving up and down as
she breathes heavily.
“So…what’s
your hotel like?” She looks back over my shoulder to the hotel a block away.
“It’s
nice. Pretty quiet. Quaint, I guess you’d say. It’s decorated with antiques and
stuff.”
She
looks up at me through her eyelashes, nodding, a twinkle in her eye. “And your
room? That’s nice?”
“Yeah,
good. It’s like a two-bedroom suite, because I came with two friends. So they
let me have the bigger room because I organized the trip. There’s a balcony
over Bourbon Street. It’s pretty cool.”
She
nods some more, her mouth slowly breaking into a grin.
“Oh
God,” I say. “I really suck at this. You’re looking for an invitation, right?”
“Unless
you feel strongly about another cocktail.”
“Hell,
no.” I grab her hand and we practically run the block and half back to the
LaFleur. By the time we get there, we’re out of breath and laughing. And I
can’t quite believe what’s happening. I’m glad I didn’t have another cocktail.
This is the kind of situation that can go south in about a thousand different
ways when too much alcohol in involved.
I
sneak a little kiss as I dig the key out of my pocket.
The
doorman looks up as we walk in. I wink at him and lead Charlotte to the
staircase.
“Boy,
you been gone five minutes!” he calls
after us.
Charlotte
trails her hand along the wooden bannister as we climb up to the second floor.
“I’ve walked past this place about a thousand times, and I’ve always wanted to
see inside.”
“Is
it what you expected?”
“It’s
clean,” she says pausing at the top of the stairs to look at a painting of a
pirate. “I dunno. I think I expected these places to be like haunted houses or
something. All old and dusty.”
I
tug her across the landing to the door of our suite. “Not haunted at all. We
even have WiFi.” I pause as I unlock and open the door, taking her hand. This
whole situation is so crazy and surreal, I need to make sure I don’t epically
screw it up. “I want you to know something,” I say. “I’m not one of those guys
who thinks that just because a girl comes to your hotel room, it means she
agrees to sex.”
Charlotte
grins and touches the tip of her nose onto mine. “But I do agree to sex.” She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me
through the door, slamming it behind us.
***
Where to Buy:
Amazon.com
Amazon.UK
Amazon.CA
Goodreads
And don't miss The first Fireworks Novella, Electrify Me.
About the Author:
Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she's been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits. Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds. In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.Stalk her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads or her blog at www.BibiRizer.com.
For sneak peeks, swag, freebies and other fun, consider joining Bibi's Street Team, The Early Rizers.
Friday, September 11, 2015
New story
Alright gang. I have a PA, Hannah. And thus far, she has been awesome. Been helping to pimp books and author pages for myself and AJ Downey, as well as serving another very vital purpose.
She helps push me to keep writing when I want to be lazy. A valuable trait in a PA. As such, yesterday, I finished the first draft and received back first proofread of a new short story. Why, she even hounded me mercilessly until I agreed to write this blog post instead of going to sleep like I wanted to do.
It's called Ride With Death and it's going to be in a sexy biker chick anthology book. I'm looking forward to the release and all proceeds will be going to charity. The exact charity escapes me at the moment but I'll get back to you guys on that.
I'm the meantime g'night all. And here's my favorite PA...
Friday, September 4, 2015
Update Time
Alright. I really, really, REALLY, need to get better at doing blog posts. I'm just terrible at trying to remember to keep up with this thing.
So right now we're in the middle of chapter 12 for Omega's Run, the second book in the Moon Forged Trilogy. Things are getting interesting, story wise, and I think you guys are really going to enjoy the direction we're taking the story. The hunters are going to have some of their history revealed and even a glimpse into the ancient past of the wolf-kind themselves.
We get an up close and personal look at the enigmatic Mathias Young and some of the situation surrounding the death of the Alpha finally starts to make more sense. All this is going to be leading us to the third and final book in the trilogy.
So for your viewing pleasure I decided to give you just a quick look at some teasers we've been putting together for the book. Remus Reese in all his glory and with a fun little quote from Omega's Run to go with it. Next post I'll bring with me a glimpse of our female lead to go with.
Take it easy gang.
So right now we're in the middle of chapter 12 for Omega's Run, the second book in the Moon Forged Trilogy. Things are getting interesting, story wise, and I think you guys are really going to enjoy the direction we're taking the story. The hunters are going to have some of their history revealed and even a glimpse into the ancient past of the wolf-kind themselves.
We get an up close and personal look at the enigmatic Mathias Young and some of the situation surrounding the death of the Alpha finally starts to make more sense. All this is going to be leading us to the third and final book in the trilogy.
So for your viewing pleasure I decided to give you just a quick look at some teasers we've been putting together for the book. Remus Reese in all his glory and with a fun little quote from Omega's Run to go with it. Next post I'll bring with me a glimpse of our female lead to go with.
Take it easy gang.
Monday, August 10, 2015
I'm so thrilled to celebrate the release of the next book in the The City of Dark Pleasures series, The Amber Columns.
But first a reminder about book I, The Obsidian Stairway:
When O’Mara is assigned to report on a new sexual service in the City of Dark Pleasures -- one that has been the subject of much gossip -- she’s not sure what to expect. What she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in The Expiation.
She meets Tully -- handsome, attentive, mysterious and unlike any “servant” O’Mara has met in the Pleasures. His extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined.You can watch the trailer for The Obsidian Stairway here.
From August 10-14 The Obsidian Stairway is FREE
And now, here's a little synopsis of The Amber Columns:
Tully:Sex is what we sell in the City of Dark Pleasures. To work here you need to sequester your emotions, your humanity, your soul if there’s such a thing. If you don’t you’re in danger of losing it all together, permanently.
For someone like me, my damaged soul is all I have left. I try to slip it off like a coat when I work, and most of the time I can. Most of the time no feelings at all come into what I do. But there are times I weaken, times when patrons get to me either for good or ill. Mostly ill.
Once a woman I met got inside me like no one has. It wasn’t love, but it was as close as I will ever be. O’Mara was her name. O’Mara Tanner. Every morning I read her byline on the Island News Service. She writes about fluff—places to shop, entertainments to see. She wrote about me once. It was all lies, but I don’t hold that against her. Our civilization is built on lies. The brief time we spent together was all lies.
Sometimes I think I would give up everything just to have O’Mara Tanner lie to me again.
O’Mara:
It’s only at night that I’m scared of him. During the day I think about his golden eyes, his warm skin and his velvety voice to the point of distraction. I could lose my job if I don’t get my shit together. A lost job means a lost income. If I can’t pay my rent I could lose my citizen status. And then what? Then I join him, working in the Pleasures?
I could go and see him. I should go and see him. I can find the money somewhere and go and get him to hook me up to that infernal machine of his and lose myself in his beautiful dreamscape. The one in which we are lovers. If I can just spend another moment in that forlorn and hopeless dream I might be able to get him out of my system.
As it is I’ve been masturbating until my fingers ache, and the skin of my clitoris is burning and raw. Whenever I climax I hear his voice, saying my name. Or I say his name
"Tully…”
Maybe before the Expiation people knew that the love of a good man was a powerful, devastating intoxicant. It weakens you, distracts you, makes you prone to obsessive thoughts and lost productivity. Maybe that’s why they did it. To increase productivity.
Love must be the most potent force on earth, if it can fuck you up even when you know it’s not real.
And here's a smoking hot excerpt:
Tully pushes me against the glass and kisses me. It’s nothing like our previous kisses. He’s possessed by a kind of madness, a frenzy, his hands tearing at my clothes. Soon his fingers are caressing my breasts, pushing my bra out of the way so he can knead and pinch my nipples.I would say something, something like fuck, yes but his tongue has captured mine, our lips so firmly connected together that it’s as though we have become one person.
One of his hot hands slips down my stomach under my skirt into my panties. From the corner of my eye I see one of the couples strolling past the candy shop. They turn momentarily, glancing at us with amused expressions before continuing on.I gasp, whimpering as Tully’s fingers find the wetness and need between my legs.
“Stop?” he says onto my lips.
“NO! Fuck no.”
He begins to move his lips down my body into my cleavage, among the mangled folds of my shirt and bra. His lips close tightly on one nipple, then the next, a maddening distraction from what is happening further down.
Tully has found the button and zip of my skirt and undone them both. My skirt falls to the ground.
Out on the promenade another couple wanders past—both men. They laugh as they disappear out of sight. I find myself wishing they would stay and watch. I want the whole world to see this.
Tully kneels at my feet, his fingers sliding my panties down to fall in the pool of my skirt. Then he lifts one of my legs and slings it over his shoulder. His lips press on the mound of my sex as his fingers stroke my pubic hair, parting me.
“Oh, fuck…” I say.
About the Author
Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.
Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.
In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.
Stalk her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads or her blog at www.BibiRizer.com.
For sneak peeks, swag, freebies and other fun, consider joining Bibi’s Street Team, The Early Rizers.
Monday, August 3, 2015
Debut!
So it's a fun and exciting time in the world of Ryan Kells. My debut work in the realm of PNR goes live tomorrow, August 4th of 2015. This is interesting in several ways.
First of all I never saw myself writing this kind of work to be honest. It was a genre I didn't care to read, usually and I didn't feel that I possessed the capacity to express those emotional extremes in a convincing or engaging way. I have since been informed that I am a moron and should just shut up and keep writing sexy, romantic stories, instead. Who am I to argue with such kind and gentle encouragement?
Second strange and fascinating thing was working on this as a collaborative project with the amazing AJ Downey of SHMC Fame. Those that are familiar with her Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club series understand how fantastic a writer she is. The rest of you should acquaint yourselves.
Now.
Go do it.
We will wait....
Done?
All right then, moving on...
It was an unusual and fun experience working with a fellow writer to polish and push the story ahead. Bouncing ideas off of each other we were able to structure the book and get the plot going into the direction that we wanted it to go with a minimum of fuss from our cast of characters. They argued a few times but we found compromise whenever possible and I believe we left with a happy cast all around in the world of the Moon Forged.
Third thing that's exciting and amazing is just that i have a book coming out in less than a day. This is a fun and terrifying time for any writer. Will people enjoy it? Will anyone buy it? Will they hate it? Worse yet... will anyone give it a bad review? These things, and others, flit through the mind of your average writer with the frequency of a bat swooping through the night to devour moths. Silent and creepy and altogether icky to most people.
But as writers we court this madness. If we can't handle it we don't stay in the game long. I'm having a certain amount of perverse delight in the chaos and terror this time is throwing my brain into. So I'm pretty sure I shall be in it for the long haul.
Now... I have a night of drunkering ahead of me for no one should face the release of a new book sober, or so that is my belief.
Have a good evening all, and I hope to hear from many of you soon with delighted praise for I Am The Alpha.
First of all I never saw myself writing this kind of work to be honest. It was a genre I didn't care to read, usually and I didn't feel that I possessed the capacity to express those emotional extremes in a convincing or engaging way. I have since been informed that I am a moron and should just shut up and keep writing sexy, romantic stories, instead. Who am I to argue with such kind and gentle encouragement?
Second strange and fascinating thing was working on this as a collaborative project with the amazing AJ Downey of SHMC Fame. Those that are familiar with her Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club series understand how fantastic a writer she is. The rest of you should acquaint yourselves.
Now.
Go do it.
We will wait....
Done?
All right then, moving on...
It was an unusual and fun experience working with a fellow writer to polish and push the story ahead. Bouncing ideas off of each other we were able to structure the book and get the plot going into the direction that we wanted it to go with a minimum of fuss from our cast of characters. They argued a few times but we found compromise whenever possible and I believe we left with a happy cast all around in the world of the Moon Forged.
Third thing that's exciting and amazing is just that i have a book coming out in less than a day. This is a fun and terrifying time for any writer. Will people enjoy it? Will anyone buy it? Will they hate it? Worse yet... will anyone give it a bad review? These things, and others, flit through the mind of your average writer with the frequency of a bat swooping through the night to devour moths. Silent and creepy and altogether icky to most people.
But as writers we court this madness. If we can't handle it we don't stay in the game long. I'm having a certain amount of perverse delight in the chaos and terror this time is throwing my brain into. So I'm pretty sure I shall be in it for the long haul.
Now... I have a night of drunkering ahead of me for no one should face the release of a new book sober, or so that is my belief.
Have a good evening all, and I hope to hear from many of you soon with delighted praise for I Am The Alpha.
Monday, July 6, 2015
But first a reminder about book I, The Obsidian Stairway:
When O’Mara is assigned to report on a new sexual service in the City of Dark Pleasures -- one that has been the subject of much gossip -- she’s not sure what to expect. What she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in The Expiation.She meets Tully -- handsome, attentive, mysterious and unlike any “servant” O’Mara has met in the Pleasures. His extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined.
And now, here's a little synopsis of what's to come in The Amber Columns:
Tully:
Sex is what we sell in the City of Dark Pleasures. To work here you need to sequester your emotions, your humanity, your soul if there’s such a thing. If you don’t you’re in danger of losing it all together, permanently.
For someone like me, my damaged soul is all I have left. I try to slip it off like a coat when I work, and most of the time I can. Most of the time no feelings at all come into what I do. But there are times I weaken, times when patrons get to me either for good or ill. Mostly ill.
Once a woman I met got inside me like no one has. It wasn’t love, but it was as close as I will ever be. O’Mara was her name. O’Mara Tanner. Every morning I read her byline on the Island News Service. She writes about fluff—places to shop, entertainments to see. She wrote about me once. It was all lies, but I don’t hold that against her. Our civilization is built on lies. The brief time we spent together was all lies.
Sometimes I think I would give up everything just to have O’Mara Tanner lie to me again.
O'Mara:
It’s only at night that I’m scared of him. During the day I think about his golden eyes, his warm skin and his velvety voice to the point of distraction. I could lose my job if I don’t get my shit together. A lost job means a lost income. If I can’t pay my rent I could lose my citizen status. And then what? Then I join him, working in the Pleasures?
I could go and see him. I should go and see him. I can find the money somewhere and go and get him to hook me up to that infernal machine of his and lose myself in his beautiful dreamscape. The one in which we are lovers. If I can just spend another moment in that forlorn and hopeless dream I might be able to get him out of my system.
As it is I’ve been masturbating until my fingers ache, and the skin of my clitoris is burning and raw. Whenever I climax I hear his voice, saying my name. Or I say his name.
“Tully…”
Maybe before the Expiation people knew that the love of a good man was a powerful, devastating intoxicant. It weakens you, distracts you, makes you prone to obsessive thoughts and lost productivity. Maybe that’s why they did it. To increase productivity.
Love must be the most potent force on earth, if it can fuck you up even when you know it’s not real.
Without further ado, here's the lovely new cover:
Isn't it gorgeous? And when you read the book and discover what he's looking up at it's even better! And if that's not enough to get you excited, here are a couple of teasers:
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Destination Staycation at AFK E&E
Alright, so it's been a while. Apologies again, I'm really just bad at that but I'm working on it.
In other news through a happy coincidence I happen to have arrived in Washington the day before the Destination Staycation author signing event at the AFK Elixirs & Eatery in Renton this past Saturday the 27th. Jeffrey Cook, Lee French, Sechin Tower, AJ Downey, and several other wonderful writers were in attendance.
At the last minute AJ was able to get several print copies of I Am The Alpha delivered to her house and we had them on hand at the first Author signing I have every attended as one of the authors. It was also a wonderful experience since, how often are AJ and I, who live two states away from each other, going to be in the same place at the same time to Autograph one of our books for a fan?
Not often I can tell you that much.
It's been a wild few days since then, hence my tardiness in putting this post together but I had to process (and read my way through Sechin Towers Mad Science Institute novel) It was also a pleasure to meet Jeffrey in person, finally, as we have been friends for about two years now through Facebook and author groups that we are both members of. I shall be posting a few photos here, though I regretfully didn't take any during the even itself. We were having too much fun and talking to some wonderful readers and fans throughout the evening as well as the stellar staff at the AFK.
AFK, if you couldn't guess by the name, is a gaming and fantasy/sci-fi themed bar and restaurant.
I could go on about the location but this is a writing blog so I'll try to stick to that. It was a lot of fun getting to discuss writing and our stories with the other authors in attendance and my unplanned arrival was taken in stride and I was welcomed by everyone else. AJ and I had a blast explaining how our unusual partnership started to those patrons and fans that made their way over to speak to us and several of us went out of our way to try to get AJ completely plastered. She said she was but I don't know that I believe her, she was acting way too sober in my opinion.
The one shot I managed to remember to take of the table with AJ's Sacred Hearts series and I Am The Alpha on display.
All in all it was an incredibly entertaining evening and an experience as an Author that I will never forget and I look forward to participating in many more signing events in the future.
At the last minute AJ was able to get several print copies of I Am The Alpha delivered to her house and we had them on hand at the first Author signing I have every attended as one of the authors. It was also a wonderful experience since, how often are AJ and I, who live two states away from each other, going to be in the same place at the same time to Autograph one of our books for a fan?
Not often I can tell you that much.
It's been a wild few days since then, hence my tardiness in putting this post together but I had to process (and read my way through Sechin Towers Mad Science Institute novel) It was also a pleasure to meet Jeffrey in person, finally, as we have been friends for about two years now through Facebook and author groups that we are both members of. I shall be posting a few photos here, though I regretfully didn't take any during the even itself. We were having too much fun and talking to some wonderful readers and fans throughout the evening as well as the stellar staff at the AFK.
AFK, if you couldn't guess by the name, is a gaming and fantasy/sci-fi themed bar and restaurant.
I could go on about the location but this is a writing blog so I'll try to stick to that. It was a lot of fun getting to discuss writing and our stories with the other authors in attendance and my unplanned arrival was taken in stride and I was welcomed by everyone else. AJ and I had a blast explaining how our unusual partnership started to those patrons and fans that made their way over to speak to us and several of us went out of our way to try to get AJ completely plastered. She said she was but I don't know that I believe her, she was acting way too sober in my opinion.
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Random musings
I have been negligent in my blogging of late. Honestly, I'm bad at this. I just frequently don't know what to write a blog post about, more often than not.
And right now is no exception to that rule. Life has decided to kick me in the ass in both a bad and good way recently. It's a chaotic mess, really. But it's making me think now.
I'm pretty certain that a book with nothing going wrong wouldn't be much fun to read. It would get boring if the characters were happy all, the time and it also wouldn't be believable.
So, is there something about the human condition that seems to require that at times we must be miserable? If there's no conflict, no pain or sorrow to overcome, we wouldn't read the story.
Maybe reading about someone else's fictional pain makes us feel better about our own?
Who knows? It's just a thought that occurred to me. I do know that I would never be able to read a book where everyone was happy all the time.
So that's my random thought for the day. I promise I'll get a better post in soon. Maybe I'll make this a regular thing. The random thought of the day.
See ya around gang.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
••*´¨`*•.☆•Cover Reveal•☆.•*´¨`*••
Well it's finally here! The cover for I Am The Alpha, my first joint collaboration with author A.J. Downey ...
"I wouldn't," he drawled from the front seat in a
threatening tone. I looked up into the rearview mirror. Deep brown eyes,
intense, brooding, and very unfriendly
were illuminated by the headlights from the oncoming traffic. I met their
reflection with a grim resignation. I had nothing on him size wise. Nothing at
all. I was stuck.
My breathing was returning but it hurt, I knew I would be bruised,
but I could live with that. I could probably live if he raped me, even if the
thought did make me ill… but if he actually physically took me away? Out of the
city? No. If he took me away, I knew the odds. I knew the likelihood of what
happened next. If he took me away I couldn't live with that, I wouldn't live, statistically speaking.
If he took me, rape would be the least of my worries. If he took me away he was
going to kill me and I wouldn't, couldn’t go down without a fight.
As soon as I could draw full breath I struggled into a
sitting position. I was about to let loose and start screaming when he growled at me. It was unlike anything I
had ever heard before, an animal sound emanating from his very human throat. It
caught me so off guard I forgot about the whole screaming and making a fuss
that I was supposed to be doing. He knew it too! The bastard jerked the wheel
and slammed on the brakes and I was thrown back down below the level of the
windows. My head connected sharply with the tempered glass on my way down and I
cried out, my hands tied and useless in front of me, though I desperately tried
to stop myself from colliding with anything else.
He jerked the car’s shifter into park and got out, the crisp
fall air swirling into the car’s warm interior in his wake. The back door
opened and I kicked out. He cursed and grabbed my ankle and I screamed. I
screamed and howled and I kicked out with my other foot and connected solidly
with his chest. Predictably, it didn’t do a damned thing for me, except piss
him off.
He grunted and dove into the back seat, over the top of me,
his large hands curving around my tied wrists. He was between my thighs and I
gasped which I choked off into a whimper. His black jeans may have been two
sizes too big, his belt working overtime to keep them up, but there was no
amount of fabric in the world that would disguise the hot, solid length of his
erection which pressed solidly at the apex of my thighs.
"You keep struggling, I will rape you, just to make a point," he threatened. I blinked
and he grinned savagely, his teeth very white and almost sharp looking, nestled
in his dark blonde goatee.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked and hated how
breathy it was.
"None of your business, either behave, or I'll put you
in the trunk."
I turned it over in my mind. That had possibilities, I could
break out a tail light or pull the emergency... I gasped and suppressed a moan
as he squeezed my wrists so hard, I swore the bones in them ground together.
"You're hurting me!" I cried.
"That's the idea, Little Huntress, you going to calm
your shit?"
"Oh my god, fuck you!" I spat, "Why should I
cooperate with you? Why should I help you kidnap
me?"
He leaned back a bit, actually considering the question
before meeting my eyes again. "Because I'm not the only one interested in
finding you, and they aren't nearly as nice as I am."
A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She
finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and
likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine. She has lived many places and
done many things, though mostly through her own imagination.
An avid reader all of her life it's now her turn to try
and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in
a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and one
cat.
You can find her on Facebook, on Goodreads , on Amazon, on Pinterest , on YouTube, or on her blog which is here.
A California native and avid reader, for Ryan, making the transition from reader to writer was simply the next logical evolution.
He enjoys a number of genres from paranormal suspense to dystopian post-apocalyptic. All of his work contains a romantic spin with a decidedly erotic flare.
You can find him either here on his blog or on Facebook. He hasn't gone quite as crazy as A.J.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Survival Instincts
One of the interesting things about self publishing, or publishing in general, I would imagine, is that you don’t just publish your book and then sit back to wait for the royalties to roll in. It doesn’t work that way as much as we might wish it to. The first publish get’s your name out there, a bit. Get your promoting and marketing going strong and you might get your name in front of a lot of people. Some of those people might actually buy the book.
Hey, you’re on your way!
You’re on the ladder climbing your way to the top!
Too bad you’re only on the second rung.
So what do you do once you’ve published the book and are staring at your computer or tablet again? Simple. Write another book and publish that one. Then, write another after that. And another. And another.
It never stops, I’m afraid.
If this idea is daunting then you’re in the wrong business my friend.
Good thing I find it exciting and fun, instead of daunting.
SO with IATA in edits, OR on the back burner for research purposes and AJ and I hammering out the details for that one I was looking around for other projects to work on. You know, stuff to keep me out of trouble and away from the liquor cabinet.
OH! I know!
Let’s go where few have dared to tread, as far as I know.
I started up a new project last night, one that I hope to get a good head of steam on, and I’m liking the outlines I've been doing so far. I’m not really sure what to call it though as far as Genre goes. For now I’ll just list it for what it IS and figure out how to label it later.
Survival Instincts is going to be a Post Zombie Apocalypse Erotic Romance and Suspense.
I see I lost a few of you there while others just got a new interest. Trust me, it hurts my head too, but bear with. It’s a simple enough concept. The world has gone to hell in a FedEx cart, so what is there left to do really?
Survive.
And survival comes in many different forms.
The bottom line though?
What would you do? What would you sacrifice in order to survive?
This is going to be so much fun!
Hey, you’re on your way!
You’re on the ladder climbing your way to the top!
Too bad you’re only on the second rung.
So what do you do once you’ve published the book and are staring at your computer or tablet again? Simple. Write another book and publish that one. Then, write another after that. And another. And another.
It never stops, I’m afraid.
If this idea is daunting then you’re in the wrong business my friend.
Good thing I find it exciting and fun, instead of daunting.
SO with IATA in edits, OR on the back burner for research purposes and AJ and I hammering out the details for that one I was looking around for other projects to work on. You know, stuff to keep me out of trouble and away from the liquor cabinet.
OH! I know!
Let’s go where few have dared to tread, as far as I know.
I started up a new project last night, one that I hope to get a good head of steam on, and I’m liking the outlines I've been doing so far. I’m not really sure what to call it though as far as Genre goes. For now I’ll just list it for what it IS and figure out how to label it later.
Survival Instincts is going to be a Post Zombie Apocalypse Erotic Romance and Suspense.
I see I lost a few of you there while others just got a new interest. Trust me, it hurts my head too, but bear with. It’s a simple enough concept. The world has gone to hell in a FedEx cart, so what is there left to do really?
Survive.
And survival comes in many different forms.
The bottom line though?
What would you do? What would you sacrifice in order to survive?
This is going to be so much fun!
Friday, April 24, 2015
Rollin' rollin' rollin'...
Things are rolling along with I Am The Alpha and I'm quite pleased with it. AJ held it for a week or so while she read through and made adjustments to the story. Filling in and fleshing out portions of it where it was needed.
It's now in my hands and I am doing the same. And that's what I love about this collaboration. It isn't she wrote her parts and I wrote mine and we just slap them together. No. We've both tweaked and adjusted each others writing so the whole book should read as a seamless whole from beginning to end.
I'm more than half way through with my revision and very excited for the May 12th cover reveal that we've got planned. I'll post links to where this will be as soon as I've got them. We'll be having author interviews and blog spots coming up between then and August as well. Maybe even a takeover event.
Anyone interested should keep checking here or on my Facebook page for updates.
https://www.facebook.com/authorryankells?__nodl
Back to the grindstone! Books don't write themselves. Yet.
It's now in my hands and I am doing the same. And that's what I love about this collaboration. It isn't she wrote her parts and I wrote mine and we just slap them together. No. We've both tweaked and adjusted each others writing so the whole book should read as a seamless whole from beginning to end.
I'm more than half way through with my revision and very excited for the May 12th cover reveal that we've got planned. I'll post links to where this will be as soon as I've got them. We'll be having author interviews and blog spots coming up between then and August as well. Maybe even a takeover event.
Anyone interested should keep checking here or on my Facebook page for updates.
https://www.facebook.com/authorryankells?__nodl
Back to the grindstone! Books don't write themselves. Yet.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Omega's Run
Just a quick update today.
I Am The Alpha is in revision stage, AJ and I, going back and forth on that and it's been a fun process. But I can't sit still. So while she's got IATA, I have started work on the second book in the trilogy, 'Omega's Run'.
I'm quite looking forward to this second chapter in the world of the Wolf-kind and things are getting started with a bit of fun and some violence that should set the tone for the rest of the novel.
Because once you've become Omega, what do you have left to lose?
Back to work.
I Am The Alpha is in revision stage, AJ and I, going back and forth on that and it's been a fun process. But I can't sit still. So while she's got IATA, I have started work on the second book in the trilogy, 'Omega's Run'.
I'm quite looking forward to this second chapter in the world of the Wolf-kind and things are getting started with a bit of fun and some violence that should set the tone for the rest of the novel.
Because once you've become Omega, what do you have left to lose?
Back to work.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
UPDATE!!!
Quick update for ya, gang. Last night at about 11:30 pm I polished off the final chapter and the epilogue for the collaborative project I'm writing with AJ Downey. 19 days to write 80k in the total word count and it's a GOOD book. I'm all excited and not just because of the amazing sex scenes.
Now comes the hard part. Editing. *shudders*
Later peoples!
Now comes the hard part. Editing. *shudders*
Later peoples!
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Fear of...
Hello, Ladies and Germs.
A thought has been percolating through the twit recesses of my mind in recent weeks. In the last two and a half weeks I have been more productive in my writing than I have been in the past several months before that. I think November was the last time I was really productive on my writing.
And I've been wondering why. I mean, I could blame family troubles, work troubles, financial troubles, and any number of other things for my lack of motivation or willingness to let days slide by me without doing any writing at all. And, truth be told there are times when these things happen. But that doesn't explain ALL the time that has been wasted that could have been spent writing.
If I had been writing at the pace I've been working over the last 18 days I would probably have between three and five completed books in revision and editing stages. Instead, I have one that I finished the first draft of just before starting this collaborative project with AJ Downey.
But Why? Seriously. Why do we, and I include other writers in this, why do we tend to procrastinate? Not all of us of course because I know some individuals that write a ridiculous amount. Mind Boggling. Really. So why?
I think I've hit on an answer. At least the answer for me.
There are two reasons for me, personally, to find excuses to avoid writing and finishing the projects that I have begun.
Number one. Fear of Failure. It should be the title of a medical condition. Fear of Failure. If I work on this and if I finish it, what if I fail? What if it doesn't do well or people don't like it? I'll have wasted all that time and effort I put into it. I don't want to do that, right?
Forget it. Fear of Failure is a crock. Yeah. One might fail. Something might not be well received. Something might not be loved by the masses. Big deal. Was writing to be a smash success the only reason you were writing? If that's true then get out now. You're in the wrong business, Cupcake.
Reason number two for procrastinating in my writing. Fear of Success.
Yes, Fear of Success, another medical term (or it should be). I wrote this book. I published this book. It's a HUGE smash. Everyone loves it. I've got fans sending me letters about how much they enjoyed my work.
Well now what? Now I should write another book. But now the bar has been set higher. People are going to expect another book to be just as good as the first, if not better. If it's not as good will I lose the fans I gained? Will people send me hate mail instead of fan mail? Now, a failure won't affect just me, there are people with expectations that I just might disappoint and that's a difficult thing to face.
Well I have decided that this is a crock too. I have also decided that I have been terrified to be successful. Especially because I have seen and am still learning just how much work will be required to even start to make a living as a writer. To earn enough money to feed my kids and care for my family and if you don't try it's just easier, right?
Not any more. I would like to take this opportunity to thank AJ Downey for the swift kick in the ass that she delivered to my motivation. I've never felt more positive about myself and my future as a writer. I'm excited for this collaborative book and for the many other books that I have in the works. It's going to be a wild ride and I'm holding on for the whole thing.
A thought has been percolating through the twit recesses of my mind in recent weeks. In the last two and a half weeks I have been more productive in my writing than I have been in the past several months before that. I think November was the last time I was really productive on my writing.
And I've been wondering why. I mean, I could blame family troubles, work troubles, financial troubles, and any number of other things for my lack of motivation or willingness to let days slide by me without doing any writing at all. And, truth be told there are times when these things happen. But that doesn't explain ALL the time that has been wasted that could have been spent writing.
If I had been writing at the pace I've been working over the last 18 days I would probably have between three and five completed books in revision and editing stages. Instead, I have one that I finished the first draft of just before starting this collaborative project with AJ Downey.
But Why? Seriously. Why do we, and I include other writers in this, why do we tend to procrastinate? Not all of us of course because I know some individuals that write a ridiculous amount. Mind Boggling. Really. So why?
I think I've hit on an answer. At least the answer for me.
There are two reasons for me, personally, to find excuses to avoid writing and finishing the projects that I have begun.
Number one. Fear of Failure. It should be the title of a medical condition. Fear of Failure. If I work on this and if I finish it, what if I fail? What if it doesn't do well or people don't like it? I'll have wasted all that time and effort I put into it. I don't want to do that, right?
Forget it. Fear of Failure is a crock. Yeah. One might fail. Something might not be well received. Something might not be loved by the masses. Big deal. Was writing to be a smash success the only reason you were writing? If that's true then get out now. You're in the wrong business, Cupcake.
Reason number two for procrastinating in my writing. Fear of Success.
Yes, Fear of Success, another medical term (or it should be). I wrote this book. I published this book. It's a HUGE smash. Everyone loves it. I've got fans sending me letters about how much they enjoyed my work.
Well now what? Now I should write another book. But now the bar has been set higher. People are going to expect another book to be just as good as the first, if not better. If it's not as good will I lose the fans I gained? Will people send me hate mail instead of fan mail? Now, a failure won't affect just me, there are people with expectations that I just might disappoint and that's a difficult thing to face.
Well I have decided that this is a crock too. I have also decided that I have been terrified to be successful. Especially because I have seen and am still learning just how much work will be required to even start to make a living as a writer. To earn enough money to feed my kids and care for my family and if you don't try it's just easier, right?
Not any more. I would like to take this opportunity to thank AJ Downey for the swift kick in the ass that she delivered to my motivation. I've never felt more positive about myself and my future as a writer. I'm excited for this collaborative book and for the many other books that I have in the works. It's going to be a wild ride and I'm holding on for the whole thing.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Opportunity
Alright, so you know that phrase when Opportunity knocks you should answer? Well, a little while ago I had exactly that situation happen to me. I mean, there I was, doing some laundry, chatting with my friend AJ Downey and more or less bemoaning the fact that I wasn't thrilled with how my first foray into the paranormal romance arena wasn't going as well as I would like it to. I was trying it in third person and it just wasn't flowing, there was no direction there was no- hello!
Next thing I know she's throwing question after question at me about the characters, the story, the overall plan etc and then she's suddenly emailing me my first chapter from the first person perspective of the heroine, Chloe.
What the hell? Did i just stumble ass over tea-kettle into a collaborative writing project the likes of which I have never attempted or even considered before?
Why yes, yes I have. And it has been glorious. This Thursday April 9th will be two weeks, fourteen days exactly since we started this project and we're more than fifty thousand words into the writing and the characters are becoming rich and vibrant. Some of them you love, some you love to hate, and others you just want to see die a horrible death for their crimes. I absolutely LOVE it.
And I was almost going to try to talk AJ down. I appreciated her wanting to help but for a half a moment I wanted to be stubborn, I like to do things myself even when I need help and so far that hasn't gotten me far. I've more troubles than I can handle because I didn't accept help, but who doesn't have trouble in their life, right? So for once, I decided to swallow my pride and accept a helping hand when it was offered and I have to say it is probably one of the smartest decisions I have made in my entire life.
'I Am The Alpha', is growing into a much better and much stronger story than I envisioned when I first got the idea some four years ago. And I sat on it. I left it, percolating in the back of my mind because I was afraid to start it.
And why?
Because there is a stigma, a toxic cloud that surrounds the very idea of a male writer in the romance and erotica genres. And there is the crux of our problem. My reproductive organs dangle, vulnerable to a swift kick in the pride. But what difference should a chromosome or reproductive organs really make in the long run?
I understand the concern. Men are, as a whole, a touch less mature and in touch with their emotional states than the average woman. Yeah, we're testosterone fueled and we'll typically choose smashing away a problem like the Hulk before we'd talk it out.
But does that mean that we shouldn't be given a chance? Female authors have struggled for decades to be taken seriously and are still frequently overlooked by publishers and by readers in other genres in favor of male writers. That is very much not fair to anyone and I am sure a great many wonderful stories are gathering dust somewhere because the woman that wrote it was told readers wouldn't like that it wasn't written by a man. So why should the reverse be any better?
I believe the writers gender should be second to the quality of the story itself. 'I Am The Alpha' really is shaping up into a fantastic story and I can't wait to give you guys a front row view into the world of the Pacific Northwest Pack.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Cover Reveal: Fractured & Formidable by A.J. Downey
Available for Pre-order, Live 7/1/15!
She’s Fractured…
Mandy Price is best friends with Everett, the Ol’ Lady to the Sacred Heart’s VP, and roommates with them both… No one would guess that the preacher’s daughter could have such a dark secret, but Mandy had a big one. The product of a broken childhood, Mandy lives a fractured existence. She maintains the outward appearance of normalcy, that everything is just fine, when nothing could be further from the truth. Ever the dutiful daughter, she returns to her father’s church and his table every Sunday. Trouble is, things are growing worse not better as Mandy grows into her own. It’s becoming harder and harder to maintain appearances on a daily basis and Mandy is definitely feeling the strain.
He’s Formidable…
Revelator has had his eye on the innocent redhead from the moment he first saw her. Too much has been getting in the way of him pursuing the angel, prospecting for the club taking up just too damned much of his time. He was fully patched now, still, just when he was getting ready to make a move, that’s when his shop came down around his ears. Faced with rebuilding from the ground up, he’s decided that if he has to start from the beginning, he might as well go all in. If starting over is what has to happen then the life he plans on building from here on out definitely has his Red by his side and no one else’s.
It doesn’t take Rev long to find out what his girl is hiding, and when he does, someone is going to find out just how formidable he can be, not just in body, but in mind and with his brother’s backing…
★•**•.★ Special Announcement Concerning the Release of Fractured & Formidable★•**•.★
Hi guys,
A.J. Downey here, with a very special announcement concerning Fractured & Formidable, the fifth installment of my Sacred Hearts MC series.
In my travels and research as an MC romance author I’ve come across some interesting stories and even more interesting groups and organizations. One such group, B.A.C.A or Bikers Against Child Abuse partially inspired the story for Fractured & Formidable with their good works. That being said, I will be donating half of all pre-order and first month’s sales of Fractured & Formidable to my local B.A.C.A. Lake Washington Chapter which serves the greater Seattle Area.
I am not raising the price of Fractured & Formidable in any way, if you are buying my series for the love of my series, all you have to do to support this wonderful cause is one click the title as soon as it goes on preorder or in the first month of its release. That’s it.
Thank each and every one of you for reading, and thank you even more for your support in this wonderful cause.
Much Love,
XOXO
- A.J.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Release Blitz THE SHIELD MAIDEN'S REVENGE by Bibi Rizer
I'm super excited to share the details of the new historical romance The Shield Maiden's Revenge. It's a sexy New Adult Viking revenge tale, with a kick-ass heroine and a brooding hero. What's not to love?
Blurb:
Katla Grímsdóttir has lived with her Viking father’s anger and abuse for all of her eighteen years. And she has watched him mistreat the two people she loves most in the world – her twin sister Gull and their slave “milk brother” Freyvior – until her heart is nothing but fire and steel. When Gull is sold in marriage to one of their father’s brutish warlords, Katla turns that fire and steel into the strength of fury.
She can no longer deny that her love for her beautiful slave Freyvior has changed, nor can she resist her desire to be owned by him, body and soul. But while together they awaken a fierce storm of passion between them, they must also face a violent destiny as they set out to rescue Gull. And first, those who have betrayed and abused them will be made to face the young shield maiden’s long repressed wrath.
Excerpt:
Without undressing, he slipped between them, lying on his back and crossing his hands over his chest like a corpse. Gull rolled onto her side, her back to him, and was soon breathing the heavy breaths of the exhausted sleeper.“I’ll slip out the loose board if your father comes,” Frey said.
Katla rolled onto her side, facing him. She could only see his silhouette against the dying candle on the bench. “That would be advised.”
They both snuffled with laughter.
Frey turned and faced her, reaching up to finger one of her braids. “There’s a fortune in gold and saffron woven in here. Did you know that?”
“What is a fortune to you is pennies to my Father.”
Frey nodded. “You could buy my freedom with three strands.” He gathered two more braids and twirled them around his fingers.
“I would with all my heart, dear Frey, if Father would permit it.”
Frey dropped her braids, laying his hand instead on her cool cheek. “You would? Then what would you have me do? Leave the village? Sail south and search for my gypsy father? Do you want me to be a free man? Free of you?”
Katla reached up and touched the thin iron collar that marked his enslavement. She might cling to it with all her strength to keep him from leaving her. Or perhaps she could let him go. Or perhaps not. Her mind bounced back and forth, unable to formulate a decision.
“A little slow to answer, mistress.” Frey said, with a sad smile.
Perhaps Katla was able to voice feelings with her eyes that her lips had never managed. Perhaps Frey could somehow hear the words her mind was screaming.
That she would be his slave, happily.
Something changed in Frey’s face as he looked at her. He inhaled sharply and sighed, his lips slightly parted. Without taking his eyes from hers he let his hand slide off her cheek, over her neck, her exposed collarbone. He kept going lower, unlacing her night gown as he did.
“Gull,” Katla whispered. “She’s right there.”
“Asleep.” Frey spoke in a deep authoritative voice. “And you are going to be very quiet.”
***
Where to Buy:
Amazon.com
Amazon.UK
Amazon.CA
Goodreads
About the Author:
Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she's been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds. In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.
Stalk her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads or her blog at www.BibiRizer.com.
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