GRL is officially over for yet another year, and I'm sad. I've been looking forward to attending for so long now, that it just doesn't seem like there was enough time... The conference seemed to fly by. Now everyone is looking toward next year, which will be held in San Diego. It's a little too soon to tell whether or not I will be able to attend in 2015, I can tell you that I want to, finances and family situations willing.
So I thought I would share with you some of my pics and highlights from the conference.
So that's the hotel... There wasn't a single straight line anywhere and the rooms weren't square, however, I loved it. The food could have been nicer, but that's about the only thing I would improve.
I was so excited when I officially registered and picked up my GRL packet... Look... that's me... OMG
As for the people that attended GRL. HOLY COW... I've never met a nicer bunch of people anywhere. Everyone went out of their way to make you feel welcome and comfortable. There were a lot of newbies at this GRL, just like me and not once did I feel left out or overwhelmed by things.
I had several fan girl moments when I was able to meet my favourite authors. I unfortunately didn't get a pic with them all. Charlie Cochet and Andrew Grey being two of them. Here's a couple of the pics I did get.
I attended several of the panels. The author Spotlights with the RJ Scott, Amber Kell and Stephanie Hecht where they discussed flawed heros was a lot of fun. As was the Mary Calmes, Poppy Dennison and Lynn Lorenz panel where the topic of choice was once close to my heart. Shifters. I also attended a Reading where Silvia Violet, JP Barnaby and Zahra Owens read from their works.
I had a great deal of fun interacting with not only other writers but with the readers as well. It's still a little mind boggling for me when readers would come up to me and tell me they loved my books. They were all so wonderful, and it was great finally being able to put faces to names.
The swag room and the Author signing for me were a great deal of fun. Having that time to chat with the readers and discuss your books was incredible. The entire thing was very surreal to me.
It was wonderful to be able to meet my eXtasy publishers, Tina Haveman & Jay Austin. I had a great time.
I want to send a big shout out to all the hubbies that attended. RJ's Hubby, Mr Amber Kell, Silvia Violet's Hubby Brent & Christy Thomas's hubby ET. It was fabulous that you all came and it was awesome seeing some of you again and meeting others for the first time.
All in all I had an absolute blast. Do I wish the conference went for longer, yes. I ad such an amazing time I didn't want it to end. Was it worth the expense of flying from Australia to the United States? You betcha. Would I do it again? In a heart beat.
A big thank you goes out to Carol Lynn, Ethan Day, Reese Dante, Teresa Emil and the other organisers of this fantastic event. I have nothing to really compare it with, but I thought you did an amazing job and I can't wait to come back and attend a future GRL.
Thanks to all the readers who came up to me and talked about my books. And a big thank you to the other Authors who let me go all fan girl on them.
Whoops... So with everything going on in my life, I may have forgotten to announce the winner of Liam. The winner is Shorty Chelle.
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LIAM - Book 1 in The Atherton Pack will hit the shelves again on the 19th July 2014PLEASE NOTE: There are no additions to this story. The only changes were minor editing.
After a long night at work, all pastry chef Declan Morgan wants to do is have a run before he heads home to bed. His peaceful lope through the forest turns into a nightmare when he witnesses his Alpha kill a pack member in cold blood. Now Declan is on the run from the very people that should be protecting him.
Liam Anderson has never minded all the travel that comes with his position as a Beta to the Pennaeth Alpha. He's used the time to search far and wide for his mate. He never expected to find the man naked and scared on his back porch.
Liam's overjoyed at finally finding the one man fated for him, now if only he can get Declan to open up and trust him with the secrets he carries.
If you would like to go in the draw to win a copy of Liam simply comment. I will announce the winner on Friday.
Another week passed with Saturday night arriving as it invariably did, and Declan Morgan once again found himself alone. Sometimes the fact he had no friends really bothered him. He had a younger brother, Tommy, and they were close, but the ten-year age difference naturally kept some distance between them. Declan didn't really want to hang out with his little brother all the time. They were members of the Cairns pack, but neither of them had made many friends.
Tommy had really connected with two guys his own age. Declan, however, hadn't managed to hit it off with a single person. Declan never felt very comfortable around other people. He always worried he would say something stupid and end up embarrassing himself, so most of the time he didn't say anything at all and just kept to himself. Being a pastry chef wasn't conducive to gaining friends. Declan woke up at four most mornings and crawled back into bed by no later than nine at night.
Since their parents' deaths a couple of years ago, Declan had watched over Tommy. They had packed up their lives last year and moved to Cairns, Queensland. Coming from the sweltering heat of central Australia, it seemed the perfect place. Declan hadn't really wanted to move halfway across the country, but he had to go where he could find work.
Now he just had to stick it out at his current job for another year or so, until he'd saved up enough cash to open his own bakery. As much as he loved what he did for a living, he didn't really enjoy the job he had at the moment. It was much too commercial for his liking. He didn't want anything huge, just a small little bakery, and he thought with Cairns' large tourist population, it would suit his needs. Declan had started to count down the days until he could realise the dream he'd had since he'd been a little boy.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Declan dialled his brother.
"'ello." The voice of his younger brother came through the phone.
"Dec, where are you, man? I expected you home hours ago." Tommy sounded worried, and Declan really hadn't wanted that.
"Sorry, Tommy, got caught up at work. They had two staff call in sick, and I had to stay back to make sure everything got done. I'm just out at the pack grounds. I need a run. I should be home in about an hour," Declan told his brother.
"Okay, no worries. Chase, Jackson, and I will save you some pizza."
"Yeah, like there's going to be any left when you get through with it," Declan heard Chase say clearly through the phone line due to his enhanced hearing.
Declan laughed. His brother's friends were right; the way those boys ate food, it would be a miracle if any survived for him.
"Don't stress about it, Tommy, I can get my own food. Enjoy your evening with the guys and I'll see you soon."
"Will do. Later." Tommy hung up the phone. Declan checked to make sure the call had been disconnected, then stored his phone and his wallet in the glove compartment of his car before getting out.
Sighing, Declan glanced around, making sure no one could see him, and then he stripped his clothes and stashed them on the passenger seat. It had been forever since he'd had an opportunity to change and let his wolf run free. Yes, he and Tommy had joined the local pack, but Declan really didn't like the Alpha. The man really epitomized the word sleaze, with a capital S. Declan had yet to attend a meeting where the Alpha hadn't been leering at or trying—unsuccessfully most times—to get into the pants of most of the pack members. He didn't seem to care what gender they were or if they were already in a relationship. After the Alpha's first attempt at Declan, which he shot down, he did his best to avoid pack meetings.
He shivered in the cold night air before taking a deep breath; Declan relaxed his body and let the change come over him. Once complete, Declan shook his entire body, from snout to the tip of his tail. God it feels good to once again be on all fours. Lifting his muzzle slightly, he sniffed the air. Catching the scent of a nice juicy rabbit in the distance, Declan took off through the trees.
He'd been running for maybe twenty minutes when he finally got sick of playing with his food and pounced. He didn't always hunt and eat when in his wolf form, but it had been a while, and he could feel his wolf getting antsy. Hunting always calmed his other half down.
Happily chomping down his small feast, it took Declan a minute to realise what the sounds were that drifted through the trees. Taking one last bite, Declan cautiously got up from where he had been lying on the ground and slowly made his way towards the angry voices.
Step after careful step, Declan didn't want to make any noise and alert whoever to his presence. Crouching down low behind a shrub, Declan could see through into a clearing on the other side. He had thought he would be alone out here, not only because it was a Saturday night and people usually had something better to do, but also because he hadn't seen any other vehicles in the car park. There were two lots and he hadn't bothered to drive around to the other one because it surrounded the entrance all the way on the other side of the pack lands.
The angry voice of his Alpha brought his attention back to the group of men in the middle of the clearing.
I'm not sure if you're aware or not, but I have a new release out tomorrow. Okay, technically, Forbidden Mate is a re release, but I figured seeing as how the story has more than doubled in size (35k to 81k) I can get away with saying a new release. :)
Forbidden Mate is book four in my Holland Brothers series and will be available at Amazon, B&N & Smashwords. (What time depends on how long the distributors take to process.) It is currently available for Pre-order from both ARe & iBooks
Finding his mate should have been Patrick Holland's greatest day, instead it turned into a nightmare with one phone call. His mate didn't want him. His heart broke, but at sixteen he was too young to do anything. The next ten years—ten long years— of Patrick's life are spent at odds with his mate. Split by forces he can't comprehend and a long line of misunderstandings, Patrick doubts he'll ever get the man he's both loved and hated.
Jake Richmond never expected to come home from Uni to find the youngest Holland brother was his mate. Knowing the news might uplift his still grieving father, Jake shares the news only to have his young mate threatened. Jake does the only thing he can think of, protect Patrick. The next ten years are nothing but torture for Jake as he watches his mate grow into a remarkable young man.
They say time heals all wounds, but how much time?
Rick watched as his mate once again walked away from him—well, this time he was just shy of running. He lifted his hand to his cheek; the skin still tingled from where Jake had caressed him. Sighing loudly, Rick turned and walked back into the house to join the rest of his family.
His wolf still yearned for his mate, even after all this time. Patrick wished Jake would just pick a side and stay there. He was so confused about the tender caresses, and how Jake had taken care of him at the bar and gotten him home showed Rick that Jake cared about him. Then the man pulled something like he just did and runs away, adding to Rick's confusion. It hadn't escaped Rick's notice how Jake had been looking at him recently as well. He just didn't know what it all meant.
None of Jake's confusing behaviour stopped Rick from wanting his mate. Even when Rick had admitted to hating the man, he'd still wanted him. The small glimpses of Jake's body he had seen over the years at the pack gatherings fuelled his private time. His wolf didn't understand why his mate had rejected him, and Rick was forced to keep a tight rein on it so he didn't shift and claim what was his whenever they were in the same room together.
Walking into the house, Rick couldn't stand the thought of going back into the lounge room with all the happy couples. Especially as he knew that would never be him. He knew who his mate was and they would never have the chance to sit cuddled up on a lazy Sunday afternoon watching football or get caught making out by his brothers when they came home from work.
Rick made his way to the kitchen. He wanted a drink and needed some peace so he could think. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, Rick headed outside and sat on the back steps leading from the porch to the garden. He knew he'd promised Alex he'd cut down, and he would. One beer wasn't going to kill him, though, and Alex had said he could drink at home. A cool breeze blew his hair and he lifted the bottle to his lips. Drinking half the bottle in one go, Rick agonised over what he was going to do.
Should he find someone else and try to be happy? Even as much as Jake had hurt him over the last ten years, Rick knew, without a doubt, he would never love another man. The thought of letting someone who wasn't Jake touch him sent shivers of revulsion down his spine, which had only been reinforced by Rick's recent failures at trying to move on. Thinking of the reason behind why he would be in close contact with his mate for nearly the next week, Rick tried to imagine himself swollen with child. The only image that conjured in his mind was with Jake as their other father. That wasn't about to happen, so it looked like Rick's life was shaping up to be a lonely one.
Rick was so lost in his thoughts he didn't hear the back door open and was startled when Brian came and sat down beside him holding a glass of water.
"Hey," Brian said quietly.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," Brian said quietly.
Confused, Rick looked at his brother-in-law. "What in the world do you have to be sorry about?"
Brian smiled slightly at him, then lowered his voice further. "I'm sorry Alex is making you go on this trip with your mate."
Rick sucked in his breath and jumped back, never once taking his eyes off the man next to him. His heart hammered away in his chest. How did Brian know? Rick hadn't told a soul, and he didn't think Jake would have either, seeing how he didn't want him.
Thinking fast, Rick did the only thing he could think of. He wasn't strong enough to outright deny the truth, his damn wolf had sparked a wriggle of hope in him because of Jake’s odd behaviour recently, so he did the next best thing. "I don't know what you're talking about. Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine and you know exactly what I'm talking about. I don't know why he hasn't claimed you, but I'm willing to bet everything I own that Jake is your mate."
Finding Connor. My very first attempt at a Sci-Fi story has just released as a stand alone. It's currently available in both ebook and print from Amazon & B&N and ebook alone from ARe.
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.
If you are yet to pick up a copy of Finding Connor I will be giving one away to celebrate it's release. Simply comment to go in the running and I will announce the winner early next week.
Finding Connor BUY LINKS: Amazon, ARe, Mischief Corner Books, B&N,
Congratulations to Maggie Miller & Demetra for winning a copy of Dealing with the Dead or Dealing with the past.
If you could please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org and let me know which book you would like I will send it out to you. I only have PDF versions of these stories unfortunately.
I just realised it's been a while since I blogged anything. Sorry about that. Will try to be better in the future.
Today Dealing with the Past, the second book in the Thompson Agency series was re released through eXtasy Books.
Dealing with the dead has also been re released and is now available for purchase.
You can find the books here:
DWTD & DWTP
These stories are both re releases however there has been no significant changes to the books, only minor editorial ones.
For anyone that is yet to pick up a copy of these two books I will be giving one copy of each of them away. simply leave a comment to go in the draw.
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.
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Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia's capital cities. Born