Interview!

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.

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.

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

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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.

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...

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.

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.

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.