As you all may have heard by now Silver Publishing has closed its doors. I am sadden by the events that have lead to this abrupt shutting of what was once a very good publisher. Silver gave me my start in writing and for that I will be grateful. However this is negated by series of lies we were all told over the last two years, the shotty reports and the large amount of unpaid royalties and wages owed to myself, fellow authors and staff.
Even though I didn't get the money that was rightfully mine, I would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to my readers. I know you all purchased my books in good faith that I would get paid and I just wanted to let you know I appreciated it.
I am thankful that all authors, including myself, have received the rights back to their work.
Where to find my previous Silver Publishing titles:
Mischief Corner Books:
Unexpected Mate - Currently Available
Determined Mate - Currently Available
Protective Mate - Currently Available
Forbidden Mate - Coming May
A Very Holland Christmas - Coming Soon
Liam - Coming Soon
Ben - Coming Soon
Corey - Coming Soon
The Thompson Agency
Dealing with the Dead - Coming May
Dealing with the Past - Submitted
I have also Submitted Frankie's Vamp, book 1 in the Hot Encounters series to another publisher, I have yet to heat back from them.
Now that all my stories have been returned to me I will be continuing on with these series so keep an eye out on my WIP page to see what I'm working on next.
For all those readers that previously purchased from Silver I received the following email from them this morning:
To our loyal readers, from the authors and staff of Silver Publishing:
As you may have heard, Silver Publishing has closed its doors. It was a sudden change that came without forewarning to us, but we are endeavoring to make sure the readers are taken care of, to the best of our ability.
Our Distribution Manager has submitted a list of pre-ordered books to the sales and billing dept, and refunds for books you have not received yet should be processed, hopefully this weekend or early next week.
The servers, we have been told, will be kept online until May 1. Before then, please download all books you’ve purchased and back them up in whatever manner you prefer. The books are not DRMd, so this should not be a problem for you. We would prefer for you to protect your investment in our books proactively.
Many of our authors are moving on to new pastures, re-issuing titles they previously had with Silver, and continuing favorite series. Please don’t hesitate to contact us via our web sites. As always, we acknowledge that our readers are with us by their conscious choice and love of what we do. In return, we endeavor to maintain our loyalty to you in return.
Happy reading from us all
Not in the Stars, the 4th Anthology from the Authors at Mischief Corner books is now available for purchase and download from the following places:
Mischief Corner Books, Amazon, ARe, B&N
This is my first ever attempt at writing a Sci-Fi story so I hope I managed to pull it off.
Since the dawn of human expression, man has gazed up at the heavens in wonder, inspired by the wheeling of the stars to explain his surroundings. While our perception of those surroundings have changed, from thinking of the Earth as a flat, stable plane to realizing we’re falling through space in a tiny atmospheric bubble, our wonder remains constant.
Space stations, alien races, far-flung planets—join the Mischief Corner authors as they explore the possibilities the stars might offer. The catch? Returning to mundane old Earth might be harder than you think.
Finding Connor: The Borillian Twist, Book 1 - Toni Griffin
Mark, a RAAF fighter pilot, is on leave for the first time since the aliens decided to say 'Hello'. He meets Connor, a numbers man for a casino, at a gay bar and danced the night away. Their one night together changes their entire lives and what people think they know about life on Earth.
The Usual Conventions: Unconventional Romances 1 - Mathilde Watson
When Chris meets the alien—man—of his dreams, "Ensign Brodeich Geinn" aka actor Brody Gates, it's as one of the coordinators for the first annual Science Fiction Convention in North Carolina. To his delight, Brody seems to return his interest, albeit in typical alien "Brodeich" fashion. Awkward alien or not, Chris is more than willing to play out any sexual fantasy for his SciFi crush, especially when Brody fumbles over the simplest of human conventions.
Feel Me - Freddy MacKay
One terrorist blast changed Master Tobias Zimmer's entire existence, relegating him to being nothing more than just a "Coppies" because of the metal replacing his flesh. As the once future Shogun of moon colony Orion 1, he now idles his time away keeping tabs on the Loyalists while his father and brother broker negotiations with the Earth Consortium.
A confrontation with his childhood enemy, Dr. Thorsten Nordenfelt, sets into motion events that cannot be undone and puts Tobias's sheltered heart at the center of the colony's attempts to free itself from the repressive Earth's rule.
Shax's War: Brimstone 3 - Angel Martinez
The boys desperately need a vacation. With the not-quite-ill-gotten gains from the Frog incident, Shax takes the Brimstone's crew to the exclusive resort planet, Opal. What could possibly go wrong there?
The world had gone nuts. Well, actually that wasn’t quite correct. The universe had gone nuts. People had been predicting something like this would happen ever since the various governments had held a summit meeting and decided to step up deep space exploration some fifty years ago.
Now they finally had their answer to whether or not they were alone in the universe. Even now, six months after the aliens had landed, Flight Lieutenant Mark Dwyer still had trouble believing everything that had taken place. His head was still reeling from the fact that aliens actually existed, let alone that they were humanoid in form.
Right this second, the last thing Mark wanted to be thinking about was extraterrestrial beings. He had twenty-four hours’ leave from RAAF base Richmond before he had to report back for duty. Ever since the damn aliens had landed, Mark hadn’t had a single day off base and he needed to get laid in the worst way possible.
Mark showered and dressed in the tightest pair of jeans he owned. He knew his ass looked good in them, and he hoped he might be able to garner some attention tonight. He threw on a black T-shirt and laced up his boots. One last look in the bathroom mirror and Mark splashed on a little cologne and ran a comb through his short dark hair.
He walked back into his room and checked his wallet to make sure he had plenty of cash, stashed a couple of condoms and a lube packet inside it, then shoved it in his back pocket along with his phone. As much as Mark would love to leave the damn phone behind, he couldn’t. Even though he was technically on leave until eighteen hundred tomorrow, he could still be recalled to base at any time.
Mark ran his fingers through his hair one last time. Satisfied with how he looked, Mark picked up his helmet and jacket and locked the door behind him. He shrugged into the jacket and wandered down the short path from his door to where his bike was parked, then straddled the machine. Once his helmet was in place, Mark started his custom-made Harley Davidson.
His bike was his pride and joy and he rode it whenever he got a chance. That wasn’t to say he didn’t also have a truck, he just preferred his bike to any other mode of transport, except of course the fighter jets he flew for a living.
The deep rumbling growl of his bike sent vibrations shooting through his body and settled in his balls. Mark felt his cock twitch, as it often did whenever he rode, and palmed his package, enjoying the sensations for a moment.
“You gonna sit there and play with yourself all night, Lieutenant, or are we going to blow this popsicle stand and go and get laid?” Jeffery ‘Van’ Donovan, Mark’s best friend and fellow pilot, asked from the back of his own bike.
Mark flicked up the visor on his helmet, then gave his friend the one-fingered salute. “Where’re the others?” he called, wanting to know where Nemo, Sticks and Doc were. Mark had his own nickname, but under threat of pain of death, none of his friends used it. Mark had been given ‘Top-Gun’ as he graduated first in his class. Only those who wanted to piss him off used his nickname.
Van looked behind him and Mark followed his gaze. He saw the SUV with the other three members of their group drive round the corner and pull to a stop just behind Van.
The driver’s window wound down and Scott ‘Nemo’ Fisher stuck his head out. “What the fuck are we waiting for? Let’s get the hell out of here before someone changes their mind.”
“The man’s got a point, for once in his life,” Van remarked and chuckled.
Nemo just stuck his finger up at Van and wound the window up again. Mark shook his head at his friend’s antics. He would swear on a bloody bible some days he was surrounded by toddlers. Not wanting to hang around any longer than necessary, Mark slapped his visor down, kicked up the stand and took off. Van soon pulled up beside him and kept pace while the SUV followed them.
They took the streets through the base at a slow steady pace. They had to stop when they arrived at the guard gate, but a quick check of the logs and they were allowed to pass through. He waved at the guards as they took off once again. Mark let go of the breath he’d been holding, afraid the man was going to stop them. Once out on the streets of Richmond, Mark opened up his baby as he headed towards the city and what would hopefully be a most enjoyable night. Six months without enjoying another’s touch, Mark was on edge. With the way he was feeling, he’d probably go off like a horny fucking teenager the second some guy touched him.
He knew a lot of the guys fooled around with others on base, but Mark had a specific you-don’t-shit-where-you-eat policy. It had kept him from having to deal with the inevitable crap he’d seen others go through when their little trysts had gone downhill faster than they could say ‘fuck it’.
Mark knew he wasn’t the only one looking forward to tonight. Their entire group had been on lockdown for the last six months, and no matter how many times you jacked off in the showers, it just didn’t compare to sinking your dick into a nice tight ass or having a warm wet mouth swallow you whole.
“Fuck,” Mark muttered as his cock took keen interest in his thoughts. He had a long ride in front of him and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. Mark glanced to his right and was happy to see Van right alongside him.
It took them a good hour or so to make it in to the city, but Mark didn’t care. They needed a break and had to get away from the base. He was sick of being confined to the base without days off, all because fucking aliens decided it was time to come out of hiding and show themselves. Mark had been looking forward to tonight for weeks.
Mark shook his head lightly. He was not going to think about that right now. Tonight he was on the prowl and there was no way in hell he was leaving the bar alone.
They were lucky and found parking just down the road from where they planned to eat dinner. It was nothing fancy, just a good old-fashioned pub with burgers, fish and chips and steak. The beer was cold and the food was plentiful and cheap, which was rare these days.
Van parked beside him and Nemo pulled the SUV in to the other empty space two spots down.
Michael ‘Doc’ Clarkson, Stone ‘Sticks’ Barkley and Nemo all piled out of the car and met Van and Mark on the sidewalk.
“You have no idea how badly my mouth is salivating at the thought of not having to eat base food tonight,” Doc said as they started the short walk back to the pub.
“Oh yeah, I do. I can’t wait to get my hands on one of their smoked hickory bacon burgers,” Sticks announced as he licked his lips.
Mark shook his head, but he didn’t comment. He wasn’t about to tell them he felt the same bloody way. The food on base was all right, but it wasn’t anything to write home about, and after six months with nothing but, Mark was starting to wonder if his taste buds were dying.
They walked inside and the scents of beer, food and numerous bodies hit Mark. The noise level wasn’t too deafening, for which Mark was thankful. He was sure when they headed off to the clubs later that he would have his share of the thumping brain numbing music.
Now though, there were televisions set up all around the joint. Some showed different sporting events, others had some music channel counting down to something or other. The music played in the background, not loud enough that people couldn’t talk and be heard without having to yell.
“Grab a booth and I’ll get the first round,” Van said as he headed off to the bar. Sticks went with him to help carry the beers back. Mark looked around the dimly lit room, spotted a couple of empty booths over to the left, and headed in that direction.
Mark slid in and Doc sat beside him while Nemo took a seat on the other side. They all picked up a copy of the laminated menu that sat on the table and looked it over. The only thing Mark was looking for was whether they had changed the menu since they’d last been here. They still offered Mark’s double beef and bacon burger and that was all he cared about.
Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia's capital cities. Born