Saturday, July 22, 2017

Special Saturday Spotlight - Stephani Hecht and Jax's Rebellion

Welcome Stephani Hecht to a special Saturday Spotlight.  She's here to share a bit of Jax's Rebellion, part of her Coalition Training Academy Series.

Jax defies his father and joins with the Coalition’s Academy to train as a future soldier. But, that isn’t the only obstacle in the young Lion’s way. He is small, a dork, and the furthest thing from fighting material. He is determined to not let that get in his way. He vows to prove his father wrong and become an asset to the Coalition.

But, as his world changes, Jax begins to doubt his decision. He’s worthless when it comes to fighting. He has to adjust to life away from home, and his only friend is Ava. Will Jax’s self-doubt be his downfall, or will he be able to overcome it to become the shifter he always dreamed of?

They finally arrived at Mitchell’s office. Noah gave Jax an assuring smile before he knocked on the door. When Jax heard Mitchell’s voice telling them to enter, his heart started beating even harder.

Noah held the door open. Jax walked in. There was a chair in front of Mitchell’s desk. The room was large, and Mitchell’s mate, a Wolf shifter, sat in the back. The Wolf had short brown hair and eyes. He smiled. Jax smiled back, sat down, then looked at his leader.

Mitchell was big, even by shifter standards. He wore the black uniform, which made him seem more intimidating. He had super short brown hair. His hands alone were bigger than Jax’s head. He could have probably snapped Jax in half if he wanted to, but Mitchell’s eyes were kind and welcoming.

Jax had seen the leader before, he had just never had a conversation with him. Jax swallowed hard. This was his first impression, and he wanted it to be a good one, so he sat straight up then forced himself to meet Mitchell’s gaze. He could do this. He had to do this. Failure just wasn’t an option.

“Hey, Jax. How are things going?” Mitchell asked.

“Fine,” Jax lied.

Mitchell probably saw right through Jax, but he didn’t call Jax out on it. Instead, Mitchell folded his hands on the desk then asked, “Have you made your decision? Do you want to be a civilian or a soldier?”

Jax took in a deep breath. The moment he’d been so worried about had finally arrived. As soon as he announced his decision, he wouldn’t allow himself go back.

“Yes,” he said in a slightly shaky voice. “I want to become a soldier.”

 Jax held his breath as he waited for Mitchell to respond. The leader’s expression hadn’t changed after Jax announced his decision. He just continued to gaze at Jax. Jax didn’t know if it was a good sign or not, so it did little to ease his nerves. He was beginning to think he’d made a huge mistake.

As the seconds ticked into minutes, Jax’s nerves grew worse. His stomach had twisted into knots, making him even more nauseated. He was then super glad he hadn’t eaten much breakfast. That way if he did hurl, it wouldn’t make as big of a mess. Of course, it would crush his self-confidence. Then again, Jax didn’t have much to begin with, so it would only crush his pride along with his hopes and dreams.

“I’m proud of you. I was hoping that you would join up,” Mitchell said. “I could tell by the way you listened to the soldiers when they came to visit your classroom to talk about the Academy.”

“You noticed?” Jax asked, surprised. Nobody ever paid attention to him.

“It’s my job to know every member of my Coalition, no matter how old they are,” Mitchell said.

“So, you’re not going to try and talk me out of it?” Jax pressed. “I am the smallest one in my class.”

“I have room for soldiers of all sizes in my Coalition,” Mitchell replied. “You’re not much smaller than my brother Andrew, and he’s one of the best soldiers I have. Sometimes being small is an advantage.”

Jax didn’t see how it could be possible, but he kept his mouth shut. He wasn’t going to argue with his leader, especially since he was so huge. Plus, Jax totally respected Mitchell. He’d rather slam his hand in a locker than be disrespectful to Mitchell.

“I’m guessing your parents don’t know you’ve come to this decision,” Mitchell said.

A rush of panic went through Jax, making him tremble a bit. “No. Does that mean you’re going to turn me away?”

Mitchell shook his head. “By our laws, this is your decision alone. They can’t interfere, even if they decide to leave the Coalition in protest.”

Jax smiled. He couldn’t believe it. He was actually going to have his dreams come true, and there was nothing his father could do to stop it. Better yet, he had Mitchell backing him up. Jax felt almost giddy.

“I won’t let you down,” he vowed.

Mitchell nodded. “I know you won’t. Now, get back to class. It will be your last day as a civilian student.”

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Spotlight: Shea Balik and Synful Dreams

Welcome Shea Balik back to my blog.  Shea is sharing a bit from new release Synful Dreams Syn's Playground Book 1.

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Romance, M/M, HEA]

Syn Evans was a Dom who believed he had the world at his fingertips. That was until until he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. It had taken witnessing his friends find love and even getting married that made him realize he needed to man up and make amends with the one man who still owned his heart. Even if that meant groveling.

PJ had been devastated when Syn had left him, but he’d somehow managed to get over the love of his life. Or so he thought. It wasn’t until Syn waltzed back into his life that PJ understood he not only hadn’t gotten over Syn or the need he had to submit to his Dom, but he was still in love with him.

The only question was, could he find a way to forgive Syn for leaving him all those years ago and find a path for their future?

A Siren Erotic Romance


A steady beep slowly penetrated the fog that wrapped around PJ. He wanted to just sink back into the warm embrace of darkness but there was something else, another noise that was forcing him to listen.

“Come on, little love, open those pretty eyes for me.”

The deep cadence of the voice that spoke was so familiar that PJ wanted to find its source. He just wasn’t sure he could open his eyes like the voice wanted him to do. It was like there were lead weights on his eyelids, forcing them to remain closed.

“Please wake up,” that so familiar voice whispered fervently.

The need to reassure that voice was stronger than the pull to drift back into the darkness. Pushing through the fog, PJ willed his eyelids open. It took three tries before the blinding light of the room had him slamming his eyes closed once more.

“PJ?” There was so much hope in that voice that PJ had to see for himself who it was that spoke.

Once more he cracked open his eyelids to peer up at the one man who had owned his heart from the moment they’d met. The one person who PJ would do anything for. “Syn.” It came out more like a whimper of sound as his throat was just too parched to force any real sound from it.

“Thank God,” Syn whispered as if he’d been praying. Then Syn’s hand came up and cupped PJ’s face, just like he always did. The touch was so familiar, yet alien at the same time.

PJ’s brain tried to figure out what was happening, but he just couldn’t hold a thought for more than a moment before he lost it to the fog that was creeping back over him. Even as the darkness tried to drag him back under once more, PJ strained to stay awake. He had no idea why, but he didn’t want to close his eyes in fear of Syn disappearing.

“I’m here, little love. I’m not going anywhere,” Syn promised.

PJ hoped that was true, for from one heartbeat to the next, the blackness that had been trying to pull him back into its embrace succeeded in doing just that.

 * * * *

Voices filtered into PJ’s brain, waking him from the best dream he’d had in a long time. Syn had been there, holding him, telling him how much he loved PJ. After Syn had moved to New York and PJ moved back home, he’d had the dreams often, but over the years they had diminished until they had stopped altogether.

He was tempted to yell at whoever had woken him, but PJ was a realist. As much as he wanted nothing more than to sink back into his fantasy of Syn being there, it wouldn’t help PJ get on with his life. Then again, considering it had been thirteen years and PJ still wasn’t over the man, PJ wasn’t sure he’d ever move on.

“You’ve already operated on him three times. Just how many more operations are you going to need to do?”

PJ froze. It couldn’t be. Could it?

“As I already explained, there was extensive damage both from the bullet wound to his knee and the impact of the fall to his ankle. We’ve had to do a lot of repairs to both areas.”

Instantly, PJ didn’t like whoever was talking as he blabbered on about fractures, pins and blood flow. PJ had no idea most of what he said but the man’s tone was condescending. He wanted to yell for the man to shut the hell up so the other man could talk. PJ needed to know if it was Syn or if he was just hallucinating.

“I understand that, Dr. Zari, but you also never mentioned that you would require so many surgeries in order to do your job.”

PJ’s heart sped up, the beeps coming from somewhere nearby matching the speed. It was Syn. It had to be. But how?

PJ had no idea but he had to see for himself. Why didn’t he think of that to begin with? He lifted his lids and sighed.

Before him was the most gorgeous sight he’d seen in a long time. Syn stood there facing off against a man in a white coat. He was just as PJ remembered. Well, almost. He’d filled out a bit more since college, his chest broader and arms a big bigger. And his face had a few more lines, but he was still the same Syn. Fierce, unwavering, handsome.

What PJ didn’t know was what he was doing there. Or where there was for that matter. The white coat of the man Syn was talking to, along with various tubes coming from PJ’s body as well as that awful smell could only mean one thing. He was in the hospital. But why?

“Syn,” he tried to say, but his too dry throat didn’t do more than make a rasping sound that sounded more like a sigh than an actual word.

But apparently it was enough, for Syn whirled to face him and everything else disappeared as PJ’s eyes drank him in. “PJ,” Syn whispered. One step was all it took in the small room for Syn to be there, right next to PJ’s bed.

Warmth flooded PJ where Syn’s hand touched his. “You’re awake.” Syn’s smile chased away all the cobwebs still clinging to PJ’s weary brain.

How could he feel tired when Syn was there?


PJ laid his head against Syn’s chest. “All our dreams are coming true,” he whispered just loud enough for Syn to hear him.

Syn held him close for another minute, just savoring the feel of PJ in his arms. They really were about to have all of their dreams come true. But the reality was, any future with this man would make all of Syn’s dreams come true.

He could stay like this forever and be a happy man. Then again, they had their whole lives and right now, they had a scene to finish. “I believe you have earned a punishment.” Steel infused his voice to remind PJ just who was in charge.

A smile of bliss formed on PJ’s lush lips, letting Syn know just how much PJ was looking forward to this. But before he could commence with the punishment, Syn needed to feel those lips on him. “Kneel,” he commanded.

Without any hesitation, PJ sank gracefully to his knees. He leaned in, rubbing his face against the front of Syn’s pants. That was what he loved about PJ. He enjoyed every aspect of their sex life, even something as simple as getting ready to suck his cock, he savored.

When PJ lifted up his hands to reach for Syn’s zipper, Syn said, “With your teeth.” It wasn’t something he would normally request, but he wanted to drag this out.

PJ dropped his hands and once more leaned in. He pushed his nose along the length of Syn’s erection until he got to the top of his pants. With his teeth, he tugged at the flap, popping the button free. Then he went to work on the zipper. Syn was glad he was wearing boxer briefs today. He often went commando, and with how hard his dick was pressing against the zipper, it wouldn’t be fun to fear getting it caught in the teeth.

Those sweet brown eyes were staring up at him as PJ dragged the zipper downward. Damn, but his little love looked amazing on his knees serving Syn. A part of him worried he would blow his load before PJ ever got his pants and underwear down far enough to take him in his mouth.

Curling his hands into fists, Syn looked up as he fought the orgasm that was threatening to crash through him. Just when he thought he’d gotten some semblance of control back, he felt wet heat sliding along his shaft.

Syn couldn’t help but look down once more. The sight of PJ taking him in his mouth was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. The only time it got better was when he was sinking into PJ’s tight ass.

Syn’s balls rolled in their sac at the thought of feeling PJ’s tight muscles wrapped around him. He’d planned an entire scene, but now he was beginning to think he needed to take the edge off first.

With that thought in mind, Syn threaded his fingers into PJ’s hair, holding him still as he fucked that amazing mouth. That PJ continued to kneel there, perfectly content for Syn to take over and use him as he wanted, only turned him on more.

PJ was the perfect sub. Just feisty enough to give them both what they want, punishments, yet still completely submissive, like now.

Syn groaned as he tried to hold his orgasm off for a little while longer. PJ’s mouth was something he wanted to experience for as long as possible. But with his little love’s ability to provide just the right amount of stimulation with his tongue and the suction he provided, it didn’t take long for his orgasm to crash through him with no hope of holding it back.

His balls pulled up tight and his dick throbbed in PJ’s mouth. Stars formed in his eyes as pulse after pulse of cum filled PJ’s mouth, which he swallowed with relish.

Endorphins pumped through him, leaving him weak as a limp noodle. Only his hold on PJ’s head kept him upright. “Damn, boy. You know how to make me feel good,” he told PJ as he finally was able to move and pulled from his mouth.

PJ smacked his lips with a smile as he stared up at Syn with a self-satisfied smile on his face. After that blow job, he deserved to look like that. Chuckling, Syn leaned down and kissed that sweet mouth, loving that he could still taste himself on PJ’s mouth.

When he pulled back, he stood up straight. “Playroom. Now,” he ordered.

He couldn’t help but smile when PJ scrambled to do as he said. Yep, they were going to have a great life. New York was going to be so much fun.


Sunday, July 9, 2017

Sunday Spotlight - Lisa Oliver and You've Got to Be Kidding Me

Welcome Lisa Oliver back to Sunday Spotlight!  She's bringing details of her most recent release, You've Got to Be Kidding Me, the second book in her The Gods Made Me Do It series.

Poseidon, ancient Greek God of the Sea, ruler of earthquakes and once worshipped by thousands as a fertility god, was bored and that could be a dangerous thing for people around him. Deciding to visit his son, Nereus and friends at the Cloverleah pack, Poseidon causes his own brand of trouble, resulting in a night out at a club. All he wanted was a bed partner for a few hours. What he got was so much more.

Alpha Claude wanted nothing more than to rule his pack, care for his club members and take up the offer of a warm body when his urges got to strong. When Kane, Alpha of Cloverleah calls and says he wants to bring a special visitor, he was intrigued. But when a silver-haired god walks into his club, he knows his life is going to change. He just didn't by realize how much. 

Gods dropping in, visits from family and pesky secrets have a way of making things difficult. Fighting outside foes is easy, but the problems that flare between two very different men might be enough to scupper their mating before it has a chance to settle. Will they ever find their HEA or are the differences between a land creature and a god of the sea to big to overcome? 

This is an M/M true mates book and as such comes with the obligatory warnings. While this is book two in the series and can be read as a standalone, readers will have more of an understanding of secondary characters and off page references if they have read book one and the Cloverleah series, in particular, On The Brink. 

“What have you done to me?” 

Claude smiled his first genuine smile in six days as an angry Poseidon appeared before him. Personally, after he’d learned of his mate’s slutty behaviors from Nereus, he expected him a lot sooner. But as he inhaled his mate’s unique scent, his body responding accordingly; inside, Claude was relieved Poseidon had come at all. 

“It’s customary to greet an Alpha with respect when you step in their territory,” he reminded quietly, acutely aware of his pack members, many of whom bristled at the sudden intrusion of a non-wolf in their midst. Thank goodness, he was on the BDSM side of the club or he’d be shelling out a fortune in drinks to hapless humans who’d wondered where his mate had come from. 

“Oh, forgive me, most illustrious Alpha,” Poseidon sneered as he made a sweeping bow causing two Doms to trip over each other as their eyes remained glued to Poseidon’s ass clearly defined in skin tight leather. He straightened and the hair on the back of Claude’s neck bristled under the power his mate exuded. “What. Have. You. Done. To. My. Cock?”

“Everything you asked for and not as much as I wished.” Claude leaned back on the bar, his wolf intently aware the mood in the club had shifted. “I told you we were mates and I explained what would happen once I bit you.” There were a few gasps at the mate statement, but Claude kept his eyes on Poseidon. His wolf would watch his back. 

“And I explained I am a god for fuck's sake. Gods don’t have mates. Now take this spell off me before I lose my temper and you find out how many of your snarly friends can swim.”

Claude laughed although it was killing him not to take his mate into his arms and take up where they left off. “There is no spell, no magic potions or anything else like that. I bit you; you wear my mark. We’re bonded together for life and yes,” he allowed his eyes to rake over Poseidon’s delectable body, “that cock now only works for me, as everyone here can clearly see. Now, why don’t we take this somewhere private?”

“I’ve got nothing to fear from a bunch of wolves.” Claude internally winced at the sneer in Poseidon’s tone. His mate might be beautiful but he had a few lessons to learn in making friends. “I won’t have this. I won’t be mated to a land creature. I’ll speak to the Fates personally if I have to, but I will have this mating broken.”

“Do what you like.” Claude fought to stay visibly calm; not easy to do with his heart shattering into a million pieces. He knew his mating wouldn’t be easy, but he didn’t think Poseidon would try and break it. Didn’t he feel the attraction at all? “I’m sure you have the Fates cowering in their collective boots. I’ll be waiting when you’ve got over that snit of yours and come crawling back for some relief.” He managed a trademark grin. “I already owe you two spankings. You coming here and making a scene has cost you another one.”

Poseidon’s eyes narrowed. “Hell will freeze over first.”

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Neues Taschenbuch... Drei Bücher in einem Band

An zwei Bären gebunden Der frisch verlassene Carson Davies beschließt, dass ein paar Tage Einsamkeit auf dem malerischen Bear Mountain genau das Richtige für ihn ist. Aber sobald er ankommt, wird er überrascht von der sinnlichen Reaktion, die er auf die beiden Eigentümer der Feriensiedlung hat. Die beiden männlichen Eigentümer. Carson hat sich noch nie zu einem Mann hingezogen gefühlt ... Für zwei Bären bestimmt Die Betas Brynn und Tomas haben jahrelang auf ihren menschlichen Gefährten gewartet, doch als sie ihn endlich finden, ist der noch im Säuglingsalter. Ihren Beschützerinstinkt ignorierend verlassen sie das Tal, doch als die zwei Bären nach Jahrzehnten zurückkehren, ist die Zeit für sie gekommen, sich zu nehmen, was schon immer für sie bestimmt war. Ein Omega für zwei Bären Asher McCreary hat einen berüchtigten Familiennamen und er ist ein Omega. Nachdem er jahrelang von seiner wilden Familie misshandelt wurde, haben zwei angehende Mörder ihm schließlich den Rest gegeben. Als er in seinem Krankenhausbett erwacht, trifft er auf zwei Helden in Form von Graham und Airan, Sheriff und Arzt von Bear Mountain, die beide fest entschlossen sind, ihn vor den Männern zu beschützen, die ihn verletzt haben.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

NEW RELEASE: Sacrificed to the Sun God (An MPREG Short) by Kelex

Miss me?  I took a little time off in June and only had one release... and now I've got a fun little short out before Project Zed Book 3 DEVIL releases in a couple of weeks. 

FYI Sacrificed to the Sun God is LOOOOOOSELY connected to Sacrificed to the Harvest God, so you DO NOT need to read them in any order.

In the aftertimes, the earth is a barren, dry place. Maal’s tribe prays to the sun god, Dag-ra, to gift them with enough food and water to make it through the year. On the first day of summer, they must give an offering. One soul to sacrifice.

Most years it’s someone from the tribe who’s committed a crime, but when there are no criminals, the council decides to put up the oldest member. Maal won’t allow them to sacrifice his grandfather, and demands the mighty god take him instead.

Dag-ra has been long waiting for one such as Maal.

Maal felt sweat break out over his forehead as he watched the give and take of pain and pleasure… and suddenly wondered what it would feel like to endure the lash of that strong whip. He frowned, not understanding why he’d think of something so deadly and consider it erotically intoxicating. Yet with each strike of the whip, he felt need pumping in his veins… and by the end of it, he was near to moaning himself from the visions dancing in his own mind.

When the whip disappeared from Dag-ra’s hand, part of him was thankful. Much more and he would’ve made a fool of himself before the others. They already thought less of him because of his age…

Dag-ra swiped one large hand through the air and Amon’s chains disappeared. A bench of some type had appeared below the thief, and Amon was now bent over it, his bottom high in the air.

Maal’s mouth dropped as he watched the god move behind the man and angle that huge cock against Amon’s ass. Dag-ra turned, meeting Maal’s stare seconds before sliding deep inside Amon’s body. The thief cried out… again, in utter pleasure.

Maal closed his eyes to the sight, afraid the erotic show would prove too much for him. He tried to ignore the growing moans and pleas for more that poured from Amon’s lips, but it was impossible. A bright light appeared, so bright, he could see it behind his closed lids.

Look at me.

The whispered words in his mind frightened him. He opened his eyes and met the god’s stare. The fire of the sun burned there again and threatened to singe everything he gazed at. Heat swept over Maal, and his cock grew even harder.

The light grew, circling Dag-ra. He pumped his hips into Amon, all while holding Maal’s stare.

Maal felt tingles all over his body. A tightness grew deep within, and he felt something growing.

Dag-ra roared, the very building shaking around them from the colossal sound of it. Maal’s body tightened, and he felt an explosion. He came, his hips jerking involuntarily. A moan rose from his lips, but was drowned out by the echoing sound of the god’s fierce cry.

And then the light was gone.

Dag-ra stood over Amon’s limp body, his still hard shaft swaying between his thighs as he looked down at the thief. What appeared to be golden seed slid from between Amon’s thighs and also dripped from the head of Dag-ra’s cock.

Come to me, Maal.

Dag-ra again met his stare, a smile crossing his lips.

If the god had been able to speak into his mind, did Dag-ra know he’d come? Heat spread across his face as he felt the wetness at the front of his pants. He lowered his stare before spreading his hands to cover the spot, afraid it might be seen.

Come to me.

Maal whipped his head up and saw the lust in the god’s blazing eyes. His body still throbbed with need, to have this male inside him. He felt every muscle tighten with the need to step forward and bow to his god. But he fought it.

An angry frown crossed Dag-ra’s face before the male disappeared.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Sunday Spotlight - MA Church and Texting, Autocorrect, and a Prius

Welcome MA Church back to Sunday Spotlight with her new release, Texting, Autocorrect, and a Prius...

Clay McDonald finds the perfect car on Craigslist and is quick to send the seller a text:

Is your penis still for sale?

AutoCorrect strikes again. Damn—he should’ve proofread. How embarrassing.

Luckily Darrell Anderson, a mechanic and the owner of the Prius, is more amused than offended, and the two men agree to meet. When they do, the attraction is instant, and a date is arranged. But a series of mishaps, misunderstandings, and misplaced assumptions sorely test the new relationship.

In a contemporary romantic comedy about the perils of technology and dating in the modern world, a text that went so wrong might just lead to something so right—but only if Clay can refrain from jumping to conclusions and give love the benefit of the doubt.

“Hey, I left the towel in the bathroom,” Bert giggled.
Darrell had no idea what was so funny about that, but… well, Bert’s brain was soaked in alcohol. He did make a mental note to go get the thing since he was washing clothes. “Okay. I’ll get it in a minute. Want to watch TV?”
“Sure,” Bert answered.
Darrell wondered if Bert knew his eyes were closed. He surfed the channels until he found a good movie. Within minutes Bert was asleep. Darrell retrieved Bert’s wet towel and added it to the pile of laundry. He sipped his soda and watched the movie alone. Of all the things he could’ve been doing on a Saturday night, babysitting Bert never entered his mind. Oh well, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.
Once the movie ended, Darrell started picking up around the house. Seeing his phone, he decided to check it. Sure enough, there were several calls inquiring about the Prius. He either left a text or a voice message telling people what time they could come by to check out the car starting Monday.
Just as he was finishing up, he got another text message. Hey! This is Clay. I saw your penis for sale on Craigslist. Is it still available? If so, I would like to take it for a test drive sometimes tonight.
Darrell started laughing. Oh, that was hysterical. As much as he hated to admit it, that was the best offer he’d had in a long time. He fired back a message. Hi Clay, I’m selling a Prius. Is that what you meant? He couldn’t wait to see what the response was. Was it bad that he actually hoped whoever that was meant what the text said?
Another text came in: Yes!! Apologies new phone.
Darrell bit his lip. Somewhere out there was a guy dying of embarrassment. He answered: Well it’s Craigslist. You never know.
Still laughing, he checked the time. Bert was probably down for the night, and he had nothing better to do than this. Oh, what the hell. He sent back a quick text message telling Clay where he lived and to come and look at it.
Since it was summer, it didn’t get dark until much later, so they had some daylight left. After he sent the message, he got another text back saying Clay would be there in about thirty minutes.
Darrell walked back to his bedroom and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. After that text exchange, showing up in his night pants might be pushing it. He was still chuckling quietly as he walked out to the garage to check on the Prius.

Author Bio:
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two grown children.
She is a member of Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America.

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