Pearls, Porches, and Peanuts – Behind the Scenes Inspiration


By A.J. Llewellyn

Two years ago I read a fascinating article in the Los Angeles Times (yes, I still read newspapers!) about two former soap opera actors who long ago slipped out of the limelight, and actually the business, only to make the headlines again by landing an incredible inheritance.

An elderly man who knew neither of them died and left them his entire estate. Though the property was massive, the house that stood on it was decrepit and neither man believed any of it was real at first.

One of them flew out to Illinois where the property was located and visited the old homestead and learned he truly had inherited a fortune. Once the property was sold he and the other beneficiary would inherit almost a million dollars each.

It was quite a tale. The kind that never happens to most people and certainly baffled the two men who inherited the estate. Neither of them knew him. Neither had ever met him, but one of them had apparently responded to a request for an autographed photo about thirty years ago.

The attorney handling the old man’s will said that he’d never encountered anything like this strange inheritance. As for the two actors, they’d once worked together on an old TV show episode but weren’t close.

As far as I know, the property was sold and the money divided between them.

I’ve thought about this story for a long time and wondered, what if? What if two gay actors who have a love-hate relationship and inherit a property this way? What if their show was axed and one’s doing okay and the other is struggling?

What if one wants to sell and the other wants to keep it?

What if this strange opportunity gives them a chance to reignite their stalled romance?

I’ve pondered this idea for two years and a couple of months it fell into place in my mind.

And so, Pearls, Porches, and Peanuts was born.

I loved writing this book, setting it in Austin and San Antonio, two cities I know and love. I really love these characters and their unique dilemma.

I hope you will, too.

I thought it was the perfect story to put into the Amber Allure PAX™ collection of Texas Cowboy stories. And it’s also the perfect reminder to be kind to strangers who reach out to us.

Here’s a little taste of Pearls, Porches, and Peanuts.

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MacIntosh “Tosh” Tanner has had the worst year of his life with the cancellation of his TV series, Cowboy County, and a former business manager stealing his money. And now his boyfriend’s dumped him, too. He fears for his future until he receives an unexpected surprise. He’s inherited a massive, rundown ranch in Dripping Springs, Texas, from a fan. It’s worth over a million bucks. Discovering he shares this bizarre estate with another beneficiary, he wonders who it could be. Anyone would be great as long as it’s not his archenemy, Dagan Rucker.

Dagan, Tosh’s former co-star, was also swindled by the same business manager, but over his lengthy career, he invested in a lot of property. Settled in Topanga, the real cowboy heart of L.A., he bought the area’s first-ever working ranch and turned it into a bed-and-breakfast. He’s happy with his life, but lonely, and thinks about Tosh often, ever since they shared a scorching encounter five years ago. He’s tried for so long to work things out with Tosh, who refuses to even consider the possibility of them being together.

Can anything change the way Tosh feels about Dagan?


..With a look that made Tosh’s cock leap inside his tight jeans, Dagan pushed him onto the luxurious leather seat. Just as he prepared to climb on top of Tosh, a cracking sound invaded their world. Something was sniffing around the brush where they’d parked on top of a ridge in the Santa Monica Mountains.

“What is it?” Tosh asked, fearing it might be some deranged paparazzo.

“I dunno. It’s black. It’s either a wild cat. Or a skunk.” Tosh looked over his shoulder, but gave up scrutiny as Tosh grabbed his shirt collar and hauled him into the vehicle.

“Close the door.”

Dagan laughed, reached behind him and obeyed. The seat was comfy, but they were both wearing boots. And they were a bit sunburned. Dagan looked down at him in the deepening night. Whatever was outside broke twigs. It somehow enhanced the moment. He was kissing a genuine movie cowboy!

Tosh gasped as Dagan kissed his throat. Nobody had ever touched him like this, with such reverence or grace. The kisses that moved along his face and neck burned a hole right through his awkward defenses. He gave himself up to the dusty pleasures of making out on a canyon road. The man on top of him rubbed himself against Tosh. Dry humping. Tosh had always loved dry humping.

“God I love this,” Dagan ground out against Tosh’s mouth. “Don’t know why I always liked dry humping.”

“Me, too. I was jus’ thinkin’ that.” Tosh panted, hardly able to complete a sentence as he tugged Dagan’s shirt up from his jeans. His body was tight. He knew it would be. He’d seen him a million times on TV, and thrilled to the touch of the actor’s smooth skin against the palm of his hand.

Their gazes held. Tosh wriggled on the seat as Dagan said, “Anticipation. I always liked anticipation.”

Then came the smell. An awful one.

“You were right. It’s a skunk.”

“Can you believe it! Everyone’s a critic,” Dagan deadpanned. “I think it hosed the side of the car.”

They laughed as the pungent fumes overwhelmed them. They sat up, hard and hurting in their increasingly tighter jeans.

“Take me home and fuck me,” Tosh said.

“Oh, I will. Don’t you worry about that…”

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Western (Modern Day) / The Arts / Romantic Comedy

Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella (24k words)

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1. Hi Kage, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask you some stupid, I mean irrelevant. no, no, I mean important questions.

Hola and Buenos Nachos, AJ! My favorite cocktail? Well, once when I was eighteen, there was this guy who had the HUGEST…um…er…yeah. That’s not the kind of cocktail you were looking for, is it? Maybe…heh heh heh…let’s go with my stand-by, the Appletini, especially if I’m sitting anywhere with T.C. Blue. Of course, if I’m with Patricia Logan, it’s the Watermelon Sakitini. Unless I’m at Bon Chon in NYC for Korean fried chicken with my little brother. In that case, it’s either the Watermelon Martini or the Lychee Martini, which is typically followed by bad Karaoke. Ooh, and a nice Long Island Ice Tea if I’m with G.A. Hauser!

2. I wanna know about the guy with the big um…you know…ahem. What was your favorite toy growing up and do you still have it?

I was a product of the Star Wars toy era. And while I don’t still have all of the ships, I do have all of my original action figures and some of the toys from that era. Science Fiction was a wonderful world for me to live in and even though there were princesses and female action figures, the guys always ended up in private quarters with each other and hooked up. The adults never knew, which undoubtedly was in my favor. “Oh, look! Han Solo is pinning down that bounty hunter and threatening him with that light saber between his legs.” Yeah, let’s go with that.

3.  Han Solo is sooo hot! Speaking of hot, do you write naked?

There have been nights when I’ve been in bed naked writing. I tell my husband he can have “all this” when he’s ready for bed and wants it, then I’ll sit there writing 10,000 words waiting several hours for him to wonder if I’ve fallen asleep so he can sneak into the bedroom. Half Asian men are never satisfied, and the moment they are satisfied, they become dissatisfied with themselves for even thinking they were satisfied. And watching that satisfies me, which only serves to irritate him, which satisfies me even more. It’s all about the satisfaction in the marriage.

4. That answer is both satisfying and intriguing! Half Asian men are never satisfied? Wow! So tell me, what is your favorite part of your husband’s body?

His hands, and they are exquisite! There’s just something about his well-manicured, thin fingers that drives me wild. And they’re freakishly strong. I’m not exaggerating. If he puts the cap on a bottle of soda or anything else, he tightens it so bloody much that I have to get one of those grip strips to open the damn thing. Watching me struggle satisfies him, which only serves to irritate me, which satisfies him even more. With all this satisfaction, is it any wonder he feels we don’t need to actually have sex?

5. You’re stuck on a deserted island after a three hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.

I’d love to sit on the beach and have conversations with William Powell. He was an incredible actor and, from what I’ve read, an equally incredible human being. I always wanted to meet Johnny Carson, too. The stories he could tell… Who else? Stephen King. I don’t write horror, but the opportunity to riff off the guy would be an experience. I’d also like to talk to my mentor, Milt Ford, again. He was a major guiding force in my learning the craft of writing, is probably responsible for my becoming a writer, and he was always, always supportive of everything I did. Hell of a listener, too. Would love to have singer/songwriter Martha Davis along since I’m sure she’d have her guitar. That woman can sing!!! Finally, J.P. Barnaby. She’s like uber-intelligent and could make a jet airplane out of sand and sticks, so we wouldn’t be trapped for too long.


Kage Alan

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Non-award winning and utterly non-famous LGBT author Kage Alan lives in a suburb of Detroit, MI with his husband, who answers to “His Majesty,” and their fish and shrimp, who answer to “fish” or “shrimp.” He enjoys attending Sci-Fi and horror conventions, adding to his tiny Blu-Ray library, and fibbing about buying Blu-Rays on New Release Tuesday from the US, UK, Germany, and/or Japan. Kage also lives in fear of His Majesty’s Hong Kong Grandmonster, who God apparently doesn’t want to spend time with.

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Imagine waking up in a place you can’t remember, with a face you don’t recognize, and a name that may not be your own printed on a ticket in your back pocket. And of the five people you meet during the next few hours, four of them hold clues to your past, present, and two possible futures.

The outcome of the encounter will determine your soul’s fate, and the only way out of the nightmare may be through falling awake.


“One honeydew bubble tea with organic milk.” Martha set the glass down in front of Larenz. “Would anybody else like a refill, or maybe some dessert?”

Nobody said anything for a few seconds.

“Thank you, Martha,” Tam finally answered for them, “but I think we’re set for the moment.”

“Let me know if you change your mind.” She moved away as quietly as she’d appeared.

“That’s not the most ethnic of drinks for you, is it?” Tam asked, staring at the green liquid with tapioca balls at the bottom.

Larenz gestured towards Tam with his head. “I wasn’t always black, just like you weren’t always Asian, and Daniel wasn’t always white.”

“I wasn’t?” Daniel piped up, his mouth refusing to close. “Was I ever black?”

“No,” Tam answered.

“If you were”—Larenz chuckled—“you’d be black now since you’d realize you can’t do better than perfection.”


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Haywire (1)

Nemesis (1)

Haywire and Nemesis, the best-selling twisty, bendy sci-fi thrillers written by me and D.J. Manly have just been re-released by Amber Allure! Check out these yummy covers!

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HAYWIRE – Book 1 of the Haywire series

What would you do if you took your family for a fun day at Universal Studios, watched your husband and son go on a ride, and when they return, they are completely different people?

For Jack Connors, it’s a nightmare when he tries to convince park security, police, then hospital staff that the two people claiming to be his loved ones are indeed impostors. And worse, he has no proof. They are far from home, and the only photo in his wallet is that of the man and child from the ride. Something sinister is afoot, but Jack isn’t quite sure what…

The man claiming to be his loving husband Dex is actually nicer than the real Dex. And his son Nicky, or rather the imposter child, is a lot less angsty than the original, but this kid is icy cold and somehow terrifying.

What’s going on? Jack knows only one thing for sure—that his whole world has just gone haywire.

NOTE: This story was previously published with the ISBN: 978-1-61495-686-0. This reissued version of the story has been revised and reedited.

Genres: Gay / Science Fiction / Futuristic / Paranormal / Action / Adventure / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (35k words)

NEMESIS – Book 2 of the Haywire series

Jack Connors and Sean Delaney, who’ve survived being hunted down by aliens, are living under assumed names in Mexico. They’re finally getting over the events that sent them into hiding, but Jack is taunted by nightmares of his son, Nicky, calling out to him. Jack is traumatized as these episodes become more frequent, and he starts to worry that the secret government agency that was creating hybrid human-alien babies has found them.

Sean tries to calm Jack, assuring him that he is just being paranoid and fearful. But then nightmares begin to haunt both men and strange things start to happen. Can everything they’re experiencing be a coincidence? Are they hallucinating? Or are they about to find out that monsters are real and lurking just around the corner?

Genres: Gay / Science Fiction / Futuristic / Paranormal / Action / Adventure / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (22k words)





Aloha Gang!

 Today we’re going to meet the truly awesome BAILEY BRADFORD, best-selling author of some TRULY DELECTABLE M/M novels!

You can check out her latest book HAY and HEARTBREAK: Mossy Glenn Ranch Book 7 by clicking this link:


Comment here to enter the draw to win a FREE copy of her book when it becomes available September 29. Or any one of the 7 in the series. Winner’s Choice!

Keep reading to see just how fabulous BAILEY BRADFORD really  is! I mean, she answered ALL my STUPID QUESTIONS!!!

Yeah, baby! It’s Tiki Time!

  1. Hi Bailey, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask some really stupid…er, I mean informative questions.

First, thank you for having me here today, AJ. I appreciate it.

As to the cocktails…Well, I’m good with most booze, but lately I’ve been on a quest to find the best margarita. This has required a lot of case studies, comparisons, and so on. However, I also love a good amaretto anything, and Peach Bellinis are kind of amazing. If it’s cold, sweet, and yummy, I’ll drink it. But, if the cabana boys can whip me up a few margaritas, that’d be great, thanks!

  1. Mmm…peach bellinis! What was your favorite TV show as a kid? Do you still love it?

I’ve never been a huge TV viewer. When I was a kid, we were sent outside to play, and that’s what we did pretty much from the time we’d finished breakfast until we came in for dinner. I can’t tell you the number of times my mom would hand us lunch and we’d eat it outside while we played. Our imaginations were always running as wild as we did, and it was fantastic. That being said, I loved Bonanza when I got to watch it, and Bugs Bunny. I don’t know if I’d still like Bonanza, but I do still love Bugs!

  1. I love Bugs, too! What was your relationship with fantasy as a child?

Fantasy and I were like this *crosses fingers* We had a lot more imagination than toys, which worked out well. I loved reading—Louis L’Amour was my dad’s favorite, so he was mine, too. I read everything I could by Anne McCaffery and Piers Anthony, Douglas Adams, and several other sci-fantasy, and horror authors. Stephen King fascinated me, and when I discovered Tanith Lee I was thrilled. 

  1. Do you write naked?

I write any way I can 🙂

  1. I suspected that about you, Bailey! This leads me to my next question. You’re stuck on a deserted island after a three hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.

I’m not super-adventurous here, and now I’m going to have to rethink taking a cruise with the Hubs for our anniversary, because getting marooned wouldn’t be my idea of fun, unless I happened to have WiFi and my laptop…Then I wouldn’t really be marooned, would I? But yes, fantasy marooning—I’d want my family with me more than anyone else. I am very family oriented. My mom, my oldest daughter, her husband, their two children, my teen daughter, my Hubs, we all live in the same house. I’d have to take them all! And my pup, PNut. That’s more than six, but the grandkids are pretty little, so we can count them as one, right?

If it was people other than family, I’d want some of my favorite storytellers with me: Stephen King, Piers Anthony, Anne McCaffrey, Les Stroud—someone needs to teach us survival skills!—Bruce Springsteen, because yeesh, I’ve had a crush on him foreverand he could sing for us all, so why not? And one of your cabana boys. I’m not picky about which, they’re all sweet and sexy—and they make fantastic margaritas.

Thank you again, AJ!

No, thank YOU Bailey! x


There’s more than one way to imprison a man.

Daniel Edmonds spent almost a decade in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. After finally having his name cleared, he’d hoped things would get easier, but people still look at him like he’s a murderer, and talk about him in hushed voices as he walks past. When he discovers that he really can’t go home again, he has to decide what to do to survive.

Adapting to the outside world isn’t easy, especially for a man alone.

Fear of temptation to fall back into his old ways scares Daniel into near-seclusion. When given the chance to help his brother Duke and brother-in-law, Frankie, Daniel agrees. His pride takes a hit when he has to let them buy his plane ticket to Montana, but Daniel’s learning that family is more important than anything else.

That’s what he tells himself, although maybe he’s running, just a little, and not just trying to help Duke and Frankie. One thing is for certain—he doesn’t mind spending a little time on the Mossy Glenn Ranch.

Hector Gallegos works hard and keeps his head down. He hasn’t been interested in more than the occasional hook-up here and there. He’s growing tired of that lifestyle, though, after seeing so many happy couples—and one treble—at the Mossy Glenn.

When Dan Edmonds shows up to visit his brother, Duke, Hector can’t help but notice the man. Dan’s scarred face doesn’t dim the attraction that immediately flares between him and Hector.

Lust comes easy, but building something that will last is a challenge.

General Release Date: 29th September 2015


Daniel Edmonds sat with his hands dangling between his knees as he stared at Edward Atkins, his lawyer. Dan’s palms were sweaty and his pulse was racing so fast he felt dizzy, and had difficulty drawing a decent breath.

“Do you understand what I’m saying, Dan?” Edward asked. He held up a thin stack of papers. “Detective Warren has been found guilty of falsifying your records as well as your charges. Not just yours, but those of four other men and women from Hightower. You’ve been exonerated, just as I expected you would be.”

He should say something. Dan knew it, but there was a great, hot lump in his throat that was shutting off his air supply. The gagging sound he made when he opened his mouth was followed by gray dots that quickly covered his field of vision.

“Shit!” he heard Edward yelp, then there was a weight pushing down on the back of his neck.

“Put your head between your knees and breathe,” Edward said, loud enough to be heard past the roaring in Dan’s ears. “That’s it. Breathe in slow, hold it for a few seconds, then out slow. You can do this, Dan. I know it’s a huge thing, to be free from the criminal past you’ve been unjustly saddled with, but Rick and everyone at his exoneration foundation believed in you, and we knew this would be the outcome once Detective—well, he’s not a detective now—once Oliver Warren was exposed as the crooked cop he was. Between Internal Affairs, and Warren’s ex-wife and his former partner coming clean, this was going to happen. Don’t panic about it now.”

Edward didn’t understand. Dan had spent almost a decade in prison, charged with murdering a drug supplier over thirty bucks. Then there’d been the halfway house, and…and Dan was scared to be free. He didn’t know what to do or how to take care of himself.

“It’s going to be okay,” Edward said. “We’ll go after the police department and the state. This wasn’t a case of negligence. Warren deliberately framed people he didn’t like or those he was paid to get rid of by sending them to prison. Other people in the department were in on it. You’ll have a great settlement, enough to live on the rest of your life. It might take a few years, but with the Internet and the way social media can draw attention to a just cause, you’ll be fine. I’ve already got Martha setting up a GoFundMe for you. Sometimes those work great, so you might have some money soon, though I wouldn’t expect to get rich from it.”

Dan’s head was spinning as he tried to process everything Edward had said. He needed a minute or two of silence, but Edward kept talking.

“And Rick wants to meet you personally, set up some interviews and such. It’ll be great publicity for the foundation. Think of all the donations you can help bring in so more wrongly convicted men and women can be freed.” Edward’s earnest tone was unmistakable, just as his enthusiasm was. Those qualities made him a formidable attorney. At the moment, however, his words seemed to be weighing Dan down by the second.

“I can’t do interviews,” Dan mumbled, nausea making his stomach roll. His mouth watered and he clamped his teeth in a bid to keep from retching.

Edward squeezed his nape. “Don’t count on that. You’ve got a lot to take in and you’re feeling overwhelmed right now. I know you’ll want to help out the foundation after what it’s done for you.”

Dan shot up out of the chair and bolted for the office door. He made it to the restroom before he dropped to his knees in front of the first toilet he reached. As humiliating as it was, he vomited, knowing Edward had chased after him and was witnessing Dan’s moment of utter weakness. Thoughts racing, all Dan could do was let his body purge itself of breakfast.

Edward was there, patting his back, saying he was sorry for upsetting Dan, sorry for pushing. Those were all useless words that Dan knew meant nothing. Edward was a huge advocate for the Rick Jones Foundation for Freedom, which had been set up by a man—Rick Jones—who’d spent twenty-six years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit before being freed by a simple DNA test. Dan admired Rick, but he could never be him. Dan wasn’t that altruistic or good…or whatever the word was to describe a man who’d dedicated his life to seeing as many wrongs righted as possible.

Dan just wanted to figure out how to live his own life.

“I’ll stop bothering you about it for now,” Edward said. “I understand that a lot has happened in a short time. Most cases take longer to clear. If Internal Affairs hadn’t already been investigating Warren, and if his ex-wife along with his former partner hadn’t testified against him, we’d still be fighting for your exoneration. You might not think so now, but this is a very good thing.”

Dan got that. He just couldn’t freaking stop heaving and sweating, or slow his thoughts down enough to grasp one and focus on it.

“I tell you what. Let’s get you back to Clarence and tomorrow, we’ll talk again. I’ll come by there and give you a break from visiting me at the office. How’s that?” Edward asked.

Dan tried to nod. The floor tilted.

Edward grabbed him by the shoulders. “Hey, be careful. Maybe we should have a doctor check you over.”

“M’fine,” Dan forced out, clenching his hands on the toilet seat, unconcerned with germs or anything else then except for retaining a smidgen of pride.

“You don’t look fine.” Edward still held onto him. “I’m sorry I pushed. I tend to do that when there’s something I’m passionate about.”

Dan grunted and hoped that sufficed for an answer. He closed his eyes and tried to get a hold of himself. After another minute, with Edward being blessedly silent, Dan felt that he could stand up. He did so slowly, his legs shaking as he reached his full height.

Then an icy calm sank into him and Dan knew he’d be okay. He’d reached that spot before, where he was cold to the bone and nothing could hurt him—emotionally, at least. “I’m fine,” he reiterated clearly. He tugged on his shirt sleeves, then turned around, taking a wider step out than necessary so that Edward would back away. “Don’t bother Clarence. I’ll walk. I need to clear my head some anyways. Can’t do that if I’m having to talk to Clarence.”

Edward gave him a thorough perusal and clicked his tongue, reminding Dan so much of his own mother, oddly enough, that he could almost picture her standing there instead of Edward. He hadn’t thought of her in a long time, and he didn’t want the painful memories now, when he’d just gotten his act together.

Author Bio:

A native Texan, I spend most of my days writing, wrangling pups, kittens, grandkids, and one teenage daughter whom I homeschool. Things are pretty hectic all the time, but hey, never a dull moment, right?

I have 17 tattoos, a silly streak a mile wide, a short fuse, a quick smile, and I love being outside when the heat won’t kill me. Hiking in New Mexico is one of my favorite ways to relax.

I don’t like leaving anything undone, but I don’t let the little things make me cranky.


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the bouncer revamp

I am so excited! One of my favorite books has been updated (about 15,000 more words – more sex, more love, more BOUNCER!) and is out today at Pride Publishing!

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Kevin Branigan thought he was moving to Austin, Texas, for a job. Instead, he got a life.

Kevin Branigan begins a new life in Austin, Texas, working as a bouncer at his brother’s bar. A teacher by trade, he’s had a hard time getting work and is still hurt over a catastrophic break-up. Doing something completely different seems like a great idea, and being close to his brother, Jack, and Jack’s husband, Tito, is another benefit to his changed circumstances.

Things are looking up until Tito intervenes in a drunken fight at the bar one night. Tito stops a patron from beating up his girlfriend, but it could be very bad if news gets out that Tito, a retired boxer, slugged the guy. Kevin takes the fall, and winds up being arrested.

Sentenced to community service in a gay church, Kevin begins to think that the signs are all bad. However, late one night at the bar, he’s seduced into a hot threesome with two of his co-workers. He finds himself drawn into this dangerous mix, as well as to a hunky undercover cop, Cruz Dixon. Unfortunately Cruz appears to have a boyfriend. Or does he? Can Kevin win over Cruz, who’s captured his heart and his mind? Can he really make a life for himself in the World Capital of Music? Or are his days as Austin’s newest bouncer numbered?

Reader Advisory: This books contains scenes of ménage a trois, ménage a quatre and voyeurism.

Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been released by Totally Bound Publishing. It has been expanded, revised and re-edited for re-release with Pride Publishing. 






Aloha Gang!

 Today we’re going to meet the truly awesome CHRISTINE NOLFI, best-selling author of The Lei Crime World Series novels The Shell Seeker and The Shell Keeper, as well as many other amazing books that all went to NUMBER 1 on Amazon! 

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Keep reading to see just how fabulous CHRISTINE NOLFI really  is! I mean, she answered ALL my STUPID QUESTIONS!!!

Yeah, baby! It’s Tiki Time!

1. Hi Christine, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask you some stupid, I mean ridiculous… no, no, I mean very important questions.
Dirty martini, Grey Goose, blue cheese olives. Yum!
2. I adore blue cheese olives! What was your favorite toy growing up and do you still have it?
My favorite toy has always been the crazy grey matter swimming around in my skull. I can’t recall a time when I wasn’t cooking up stories. In childhood, I convinced the neighborhood kids that fairies left pots of gold hidden around the street–we merely had to find them. I also convinced myself I could fly, a la Peter Pan, and nearly leapt from Bobby Cooper’s treehouse on more than one occasion. I also convinced Bobby he could do the same. He grew up to become a fighter pilot; I’m still convinced I can fly, and have managed not to break my legs.
3.  I believe you can fly, too Christine! Do you have any weird writerly rituals? Do you need to burn candles or sacrifice virgins or anything before you start?
Of course. The words won’t arrive unless I succumb to a high caloric feast, something like high-fat yogurt followed by the chocolate covered macadamia nuts my husband *thinks* he hides from me. This ritual is then followed by the afternoon ritual of working out at the gym, and wondering why so much of me jiggles when I run on the treadmill…
4. You’ve written two books about Lei Texeira now. And both are paranormals. Have you ever seen a ghost? Has she? Did either of you scream?
I’ve seen a ghost and been saved by an angel but, sadly, no one has invited me on a TV show to chat about it. The ghost appeared at the bottom of the stairwell while I was caring for my grandfather as he neared death. No screaming, but I did quicken my pace. The angel–unseen but certainly felt–clamped a hand on my shoulder as I was driving toward a green light. I slammed on the brakes as a truck barreled through the red light.

5. I think there is a book in this… Now, imagine you’re stuck on a deserted island after a three hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.

I’m marooned with Isaac Newton, Mahatma Ghandi, Shakespeare, my husband (for laughs), and authors Geraldine Brooks and Sue Monk Kidd. We keep the conversation flowing with lots of Starbucks, Francis Ford Coppola’s Sofia rose wine, lobster with drawn butter, grilled asparagus and red peppers, french bread and more lobster with drawn butter. Oh. And cheesecake for dessert. 
The Shell Seeker SYNOPSIS:
In South Carolina, there’s more than magic in the air. Now policewoman Lei Texeira must solve the case of the Pirate Necklace. The famed emeralds, spirited in the 1700s from the pirate Blackbeard’s ship, have been snatched once again. This time, the bling was taken from Marie-Therese Belvedere, a woman whose cruelty is only topped by her arrogance. Lei doesn’t care for the icy socialite, but she feels an instant connection with the woman’s stepdaughter. An unlucky star has followed Sydney Belvedere her entire life. If the necklace isn’t found, she’ll lose a treasure more dear than the finest gem. Only the magic of Lei’s intuition stands between Sydney and unspeakable loss. 
The Shell Keeper SYNOPSIS:
In South Carolina, magic is as plentiful as sweet tea. Thanks to her aunt’s unwanted generosity, policewoman Lei Texeira has embarked on a vacation—of the supernatural sort. She’s staying on the beach in a frothy mansion that resembles a baker’s confection. Pixie, a Southern belle with enough bling to open a shop on Rodeo Drive, manages the place. When Pixie reveals a local woman reputed to have psychic powers wants to meet Lei, the invitation is anything but welcome. What Lei discovers about the sorcery of belief, and the love promised to her future will begin to heal wounds she’s carried for far too long. 

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Air Bear Anomalies  Finding The Way Home

Goodbye Town    Return To Atsileigh

Genres: Gay (M/M) Erotic Romance

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Air Bear by A.J. Llewellyn

Kappy and Jason are happily newlywed men relocating from a military base in Massachusetts to Kappy’s childhood home of Honolulu. For Kappy, the move brings up a lot of good and bad memories. And with his husband working a lot, it leaves him to deal alone with his resurrected past.

Jason, an Air Bear, is working at the combined Hickham and Pearl Harbor bases as a military police detective on a reactivated cold case. Although Jason’s work is secretive, his private life is spicy, hot, and nothing like anything the normally remote Jason has experienced before.

But things are about to get freaky when the target of Jason’s investigation starts stalking him. Jason has much to lose, and now he wonders about Kappy’s assertion that the island spirits—especially some wacky volcano goddess named Pele—will protect him…

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Mystery / Detective / Interracial / Multicultural / Ménage (M/M/M) / Group Sex
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (38k words)

Anomalies by Vivien Dean

On the planet of Kathtor, Midnight Creek is special. It houses a geo-spatial anomaly that crosses the distance between opposite sides of the planet with a single step. A hundred years ago, the warring Kimon used the anomaly to invade the peaceful Therlerians, only to be driven away by their advanced technology.

Now, a single man guards the point of entry. Warden Arie Vedebel is the best of his kind, a soldier in the Liberated Therler Federacy, determined to defend his people to the death. When an electrical storm sets the creek on fire, he races to extinguish it, only to discover a man in the midst of it—General Dennick Ginn of the Elds Regime, a highly decorated Kimon officer.

Arie’s orders are to kill on sight, but Dennick’s claims that’s he come through the anomaly to destroy it make him pause. As far as Arie knows, the man’s goal is impossible. Then again, he’d always been told his post was a precautionary one, that traveling through the anomaly was no longer viable.

Warily, Arie and Dennick form an alliance. While Arie strives to find the truth, the one fact he can’t dispute is that Dennick is not what he expects a Kimon to be. The two men have more in common than military training…and they just might have a future, too.

Genres: Gay / Science Fiction / Futuristic
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Novella (39k words)

 Finding the Way Home by Sean Michael

When he arrives home from a long stint in the hospital after losing his right arm to an IED blast, Sergeant James Miller certainly doesn’t expect his keys not to work and a strange man answering his door, only to learn his boyfriend has dumped him. Yet that’s exactly what happens, and James is just happy that he can count on his old platoon buddy to have his back, and a spare bedroom he can use until he gets on his feet.

Horace Grundy the third—“Horse” to anyone who doesn’t want to get his butt kicked—is retired and has a tidy house on the beach that he calls home. The place isn’t big, but he figures there is plenty of room for James, even if he has always fancied the man.

Thankfully, the two of them fit together well, and soon the roommates become more. But James’s past isn’t ready to let go of him yet, and the new lovers are caught off-guard when James’s ex-boyfriend suddenly reappears in his life. Can James and Horse’s new relationship weather the storm?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (16k words)


Goodbye Town by T.A. Chase

Duke Smith is ready to leave Granter’s Corner, the little backwater town in which he’d lived for twenty-eight years. Since his mother has recently died and his father’s in prison, there’s no need for him to stick around. His only good memories of the place are those moments spent with Evan Harper, his boyhood friend and first love. Evan left when they were eighteen, and while Duke never resented him for it, he has missed him.

Evan Harper is on his way to San Diego where his SEAL team has been stationed, but he has to make one stop along the way. He’s missed only one thing from his life in Granter’s Corner, and that’s Duke Smith. When they reconnect, Evan is thrilled to know their feelings haven’t changed during the years they were apart.

Duke already has plans to relocate to the coast, and moving in with Evan is a golden opportunity he can’t resist. Could fate be finally giving them a chance now that both of them have said goodbye to the past?

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Action / Adventure
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (17k words)

Return to Atsileigh by Deirdre O’Dare

The sequel to Amber Allure’s Best Seller Treading Dangerous Ground

Some years ago, Hightower’s Betrayal ended the existing settlement of old world Native Americans on the obscure world of Atsileigh. But was Hightower the betrayer or the betrayed?

Floyd Jaxon, Nathan No Horses, and Jamison Hightower, nephew of the earlier Higtower, meet as cadets at the Unifleet Training base. They alternately razz each other and share in some steamy interludes as they are drawn into the growing plot to mark Hightower’s Betrayal with a return to Atsileigh.

Can their budding friendship withstand the dangers and demands they must face? Will Nate’s contempt for the Hightower name destroy any chances for a long-term connection among them? The future looms ahead, filled with threat and promise. How the three young men grow to deal with it and each other will impact them all…

Genres: Gay / Science Fiction / Futuristic / Action / Adventure / Ménage (M/M/M) / Group Sex / Exhibitionism / Public Places
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (19k words)





Aloha Gang!

 Today we’re going to meet the amazing JULIE GILBERT, author of The Lei Crime World Series novel, Money Makes it Deadlier

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Keep reading to see just how fabulous JULIE GILBERT is! I mean, she answered ALL my STUPID QUESTIONS!!!

Yeah, baby! It’s Tiki Time!

1. What’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask you some stupid questions. After one of their creations the questions won’t seem silly at all!

I don’t drink. This isn’t a moral, high-handedness thing. I physically can’t handle alcohol. Tried once and fainted. End of experimental drinking phase of life. I’ll have a root beer. That’s about as close to beer as I can get.

2. Wow. I think the cabana boys just pouted! They love mixing drinks… Anyway, what is the weirdest thing you ever Googled?

I got a little self-conscious Googling “How long does it take a gunshot wound to heal?” Hands down writing is the cause for the weirdest Google searches I’ve done. But this round, it’s typically been confined to fun stuff to do in Hawaii and where the various branches of Bank of Hawaii are located. Boring, I know, I’m sorry. I’m too normal. It’s a character flaw.

3. Hmm… Well let me ask, do you write naked?

Can’t say that ever crossed my mind. I suppose it could be a freeing way to express oneself, but I don’t generally have writer’s block issues that would require such drastic measures. Typically, I write in the basement, so if anything, I’m wearing more clothes while writing.

4. Your Lei Crime story focuses on Marcella Scott. What are her five favorite books of all time and do you think she gets the chance to read much?

You’ll have to ask Toby Neal for a more definitive answer, but I imagine Marcella being an eclectic reader. She probably doesn’t have much time for it, but I’m guessing there would be some non-fiction how-to’s, a few trashy romances, and a smattering of thrillers. If she goes for the occasional mystery, I’m thinking deep, psychological twisty ones over cozy. Unfortunately, I don’t see her gravitate too much to science fiction and fantasy, though there probably is a rare exception. She’s probably the happy ending sort of girl, but she’s not afraid to wade through some drama to get there. Given her job though, I don’t think she does too much curling up on the couch with tea and a good read. She’d rather be making stories than taking them in.


My speculation: (no particular order)

1. Pride, Prejudice, and Zombies by Seth Graham Smith and Jane Austen – there’s an exception to every rule. I think Marcella would enjoy the oddball nature of this book.


2. Outlaw Princess by Nancy Springer – Since I don’t think Marcella’s much of a reader these days, her favorites will gravitate toward being from childhood. She’d enjoy the girl-power, stick up for what you believe messages that permeate this series.


3. Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys Mysteries – We know very early Marcella decides to become an FBI agent. The “always get the bad guys” nature of the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys Mystery series would definitely appeal to her.


4. The Little Mouse, The Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear – Hey, I did say she probably wasn’t much of a reader, but she probably has a few childhood favorites clinging to her soul.


5. Are You My Mother? – See reasoning for #4.


5. I love these answers! And now I have some new titles to explore! Okay, last question. You’re stuck on a deserted island after a three hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal. Thanks!


Do they have to be real people? I mean I think MacGyver would be a great guy to have around in a crisis.

 Assuming they have to be real, I’d choose Tricia Nolfi, Toby Neal, Janet Oakley, Mary Doyle, Corinne O’Flynn, and Russell Blake. If I’m gonna die on an island somewhere, I better go down being entertained. Seriously, writers and writer’s assistants would be great to be marooned with. They’ve got very creative, inventive, and often organized minds. Not sure about the wisdom of choosing murder mystery writers, but hey, they can probably branch out to use the creativity productively in non-murderous ways.

Fantasy meal, roasted pork. If we’ve got enough fuel to make a fire that can roast a pig, we can send up one heck of a smoke signal.


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Episode I: Never Again

The breakup was just the beginning …

When college junior Alana Adams catches her boyfriend passionately kissing another woman, she promptly dumps Nathan and turns to her best friend, Michael, for advice and emotional support.

At first, Nathan apologizes and showers Alana with gifts in an effort to win her back. He tries to get her to see they belong together, but when his efforts fail, he concludes the real problem in their relationship must be her best friend.

As Alana’s rejection further sinks in, Nathan realizes there’s only one solution to their problem: kill Michael Stevens.


Excerpt from Never Again

Off to his left, a car started. It didn’t sound particularly loud, but he’d just spent the day tinkering with cars. He knew one when he heard it. He was surprised to be the only one leaving at this hour. People should be rushing home to put the finishing touches on dinner.

Adjusting the grip on his gym bag, Michael checked around and stepped off the curb to head toward his car. The full parking lot testified to the gym’s popularity. It even boasted a nice mix of fancy and functional cars.

An engine revved.

The rumbling roar told him something was hurtling his way fast.

Pivoting like he was spinning around a basketball defender, Michael crouched low, then rose and tossed his bag at the oncoming car.

The car’s headlights blazed to life, blinding him.

He dove between two parked cars, just as the aggressive car swerved away from his bag.

The car squealed to a halt, hesitated, then barreled on its way.

Needs brake pads.

The diagnosis came automatically as questions filled Michael.

Who was that? What just happened? Was it deliberate? Should I tell somebody?

Technically, the only casualty was his gym bag and the dirty clothes inside. They lay smeared across two car-lengths of pavement, soaking wet and torn to shreds. More angry than shaken, Michael gathered the wreckage and stuffed it into the large garbage can next to the gym door. Too weary and annoyed to report anything, he climbed in his car and drove to a sporting goods store to replace the gym bag he had just sacrificed.


Episode II: Money Makes it Deadlier

Money can buy many things, but can it purchase a permanent solution to divorce?

Martin Cantrell would like to know the answer to that question. He has money, respect, and power, but he also has a monthly alimony payment that’s making him miserable. When a friend offers to deal with the “ex” problem for a fee, he can hardly say no. Time is of the essence. The life insurance policy on his ex-wife expires in less than two months.

Unaware of the plans set in motion, Special Agent Marcella Scott goes about her business as usual, only now, she finally has an excuse to dress up on the job. She’s been asked to go undercover to check out some banks. One of the branches just happens to be managed by Martin Cantrell’s ex-wife.

What’s an agent to do when a perfectly peaceful morning turns into a hostage-taking standoff?


Excerpt from Money Makes it Deadlier:

Her personal cell phone beeped from the center cup holder where she’d thrown it hours ago at the start of this hurry-up-and-wait exercise. Seeing that the caller ID said Mom, she grunted and took the last bobby pin out of her mouth to tell Rogers to let it go to voicemail.

Too late.

“Hello, Mrs. Scatalina,” Mattgreeted, ignoring a frustrated stare from Marcella. “Why yes it is a fine day here, ma’am. It usually is in Hawaii. No. She’s right here, but I’m afraid y’all might get cut off. We may have to move at a moment’s notice. All right, will do, ma’am. Here she is.”

Even as Marcella’s eyes widened in alarm, Matt triumphantly stabbed the button to place the call on speaker.

Her mother’s excitable voice filled the car. “’Cella! Why you no call? Your papa and I, we wait days to hear from our baby and no calls!”

“Hi, Ma,” Marcella said, trying to rub away a tension headache. She reached for the volume button since conversations with her mother tended toward the loud side. “I meant to call yesterday.”

And the day before. There just wasn’t much to say. And I didn’t—

“What you think more important than family?” The question held the warning signs of a high-strung Italian mama about to launch into a well-loved lecture.

Suppressing a sigh, Marcella weighed the options of protesting her innocence and settling in for the scolding. Whenever her mother’s accent thickened this much, she knew she was in for it.

“You have boyfriend? That only good reason a girl have to forget to call her mama.”

Matt’s face twisted as he tried to keep from laughing aloud.

“What? No!” Marcella sat up straighter, shocked into better posture. “Ma, I don’t want a boyfriend. I have a job, a very busy one. I don’t—”

“Tut. You must make time for such things, ’Cella! You late twenties, mi amore. Make time for a nice boy to sweep you off your feet and …”

Where is that blasted warrant?


The laugh lines disappeared from Matt’s face, and Marcella was pleased to note he too straightened in his seat.

“Yes, Mrs. Scatalina?”

“You must help my ’Cella. She needs a man! Hawaii beautiful place.Is not right her being alone there!”

“Oh, I don’t think Marcella needs any help from me, ma’am. It’s all I can do to keep the wrong sorts at bay around here.”

“Thanks for calling, Ma, but we’re working. I’ve got to go. Love you. Kiss Papa Gio for me.” Before her mother could respond, Marcella ended the call.

As blessed silence fell, Rogers blinked at her. “Did the warrant come through?”

“Not yet.” Marcella’s eyes dared him to question how she handled the conversation. “But it’ll be here any second. I can feel it.”

“Did you just lie to your ma?”

“Not exactly. We are working.”


Episode III: Revenge Makes it Sweeter (Coming Sept. 2015)

Revenge is a lot of work.


When the original plan for his ex-wife goes awry, Martin Cantrell turns his mind toward a sweeter revenge: stealing their daughter’s affections. But he’s not the only one plotting, and his enemies are better at keeping to the shadows.


Meanwhile, Special Agent Marcella Scott gets a late night summons to the hospital to speak with a gunshot victim. She knows to expect almost anything, yet he still surprises her.


“Agent, if I die, save the girl.”


The girl turns out to be Katelyn Cantrell. Marcella’s not the only one protecting her, and the other person has no problem killing to obtain their goals.


Can Marcella prevent an assassination and catch a killer?


Excerpt from Revenge Makes it Sweeter

Squaring her shoulders, Marcella stepped into the room and found herself staring at a stranger. That set her off balance a moment, but she didn’t have much time to waste. Taking out her badge and a digital recorder, she held them up so the man could see both.

“I’m Special Agent Marcella Scott, FBI. You asked to see me. May I record the conversation?”

“Yes.” The man’s croaked response was barely audible. Blood soaked bandages covered his chest.

Permission granted, Marcella engaged the recorder and stowed her ID badge in her purse.

“We don’t have much time, so tell me what you can. Start with who you are and why you asked to see me. Do I know you?”


The recorder had decent pickup, but Marcella wanted to help it all she could. She held the recorder as close to his lips as she dared.

“My name is Max Nicholson. I’m a Fixer.” He paused like he expected her to ask about that. Or maybe he just needed to take a few labored breaths.

“Go on.” Marcella really wanted to know what a Fixer did, but that would have to wait. She guessed he had more important things to tell her than definitions.

“Fixers take care of rich people’s problems.” Max’s dark eyes grew stony with pain and anger. His next words almost made Marcella drop the recorder on him. “I was hired by Martin Cantrell to kill his wife.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Marcella whispered the question like speaking too loudly would break a spell.

“I’m dying.” He groaned weakly. “Taking … him … with me.”

“I see. Do you have any proof?” Marcella leaned even closer, eager for an answer. His recorded testimony would go far, but it was far from binding.

Max nodded but his eyes grew unfocused.

“Storage locker.Kuhio Beach Park.Key … in my truck.”

“Okay, Max. I’ll get them. Do I have your permission to enter your truck and storage locker?”


“Time’s up, agent,” barked Dr. Davy.

Marcella moved to turn off the recorder but a sharp look from Max stopped her.

“Agent, if I die, save the girl.”

“What girl?”

Marcella’s question went unanswered. Max’s energy was completely spent, and Dr. Davy looked ready to perform surgery or commit murder if she was delayed much longer.

“I’ll be in the waiting room until I review my notes. I’ll leave my cell number with the front desk. And here’s my card.” Marcella placed her card on the end table next to Max’s head. “Call me if anything changes.”

She didn’t want to say “if he dies” but she had a bad feeling about Max’s chance of survival.


Devya’s Children (YA/Science Fiction):

Ashlynn’s Dreams Shorts: Helping Mr. Blairington and Other Misadventures

Book 1: Ashlynn’s Dreams

Book 2: Nadia’s Tears

Book 3: Malia’s Miracles


Heartfelt Cases (Christian/Mystery):

Book 1: The Collins Case (Permafree)

Book 2: The Kiverson Case

Book 3: The Davidson Case


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Romeo And Julius


OUT NOW! The super-romantic male/male tale set in Hawaii!

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Romeo Quiles has accepted a job online in lush and sunny Kauai. Upon his arrival in the Hawaiian Islands, however, he discovers the job is a scam. The company that hired him has emptied his bank accounts, and he must scramble to either return home to Cupertino, California, and certain unemployment, or give paradise a chance.

At first, he’s thrilled when he lands another job, ironically at the same resort hotel used by the scam artists to lure him to Hawaii. But then, Romeo falls for hotter-than-hot Julius, who has taken the job Romeo wanted—and he’s not a very nice boss.

And to top it off, there are secrets galore, from ancient fire knife dancing and mysterious chants, to an old blind man Romeo eventually comes to cherish. Yet through it all, love rips at Romeo’s heart.

Can Romeo and Julius break the curse that separates them and find true happiness? Or will they wind up apart?

NOTE: This story was previously published with the ISBN: 978-1-55487-878-9. This reissued version of the story has been revised and reedited.

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Novella (28k words)



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Aloha Gang!

 Today we’re going to meet the awesome EDEN BAYLEE, author of The Lei Crime World Series novel, Seal of a Monk

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Keep reading to see just how fabulous EDEN BAYLEE is! I mean, she answered ALL my STUPID QUESTIONS!!! Yeah, baby! It’s Tiki Time!

1. Hi Eden, what’s your favorite cocktail? I’ll have the cabana boys whip one up for you while I ask you some stupid, I mean irrelevant. no, no, I mean important questions.

 Haha! Thanks AJ. I love stupid—I mean important questions! As for the cocktail, hmm … I’m not one for sweet drinks, but I do love a strong scotch, especially when served to me by a cabana boy. I take it neat, water on the side. Stick an umbrella in it if you like!  And AJ, this was an important question to start with. VERY important!

2. I thought so too! So, Eden, what was your favorite toy growing up and do you still have it?

 I’ve always loved jigsaw puzzles and would compete with my mom and siblings to see who finished a 100-piece puzzle first. That love for puzzles translated to LEGO, and then to crossword puzzles and Scrabble. Today, I play online Scrabble with friends and strangers all over the world. I have about thirty games on the go right now. It’s a bit of an addiction.

3. I love scrabble. Game on? Now, on to an impertinent, er, important question. Do you write naked?

 God no, I live in Canada!

 Nine months out of the year we’re in a deep freeze, so that would mean freezing my girly bits – not fun! My body temperature tends toward the cool side so I always need heat. In the winter, I wear a scarf, sweater and a wool hat, and that’s INSIDE the house! 

4. I so agree. Cold girly bits are so uncomfortable. What is your favorite beach in all the world? If you could take only one book to read what would it be (not your own, of course)?

Lombok in Indonesia. I had the beach all to myself when I was there. The white sand was like baby powder. The ocean was calm and I could walk out for miles before the water reached my waist.

ONE book? Wow … tough question. It would have to be a book of poetry by Bukowski. Poetry expands my mind and enhances my ability to visualize the world. It would help me create stories in my head while soaking in the sun and watching the waves. 

5. I love your description of that sand. Like baby powder, huh? Now, imagine you’re stuck there, or any deserted island after a three hour tour that goes awry. Name six people alive or dead that you’d like to be marooned with…and your fantasy castaway meal.

 AJ, your questions keep getting more difficult!

 Firstly, my best friend Mae, whom I’ve known since we were six. We always said we’d live near each other until we died, so I’d better take her or she’ll be pissed! She’s also an excellent cook, renovator, and decorator—very helpful on a deserted island.

 My husband, John, who is a designer, painter, and musician. He has an eye for beautiful things, which makes life worth living even when days are difficult.

 Peter Frampton, great musician, fun disposition, married and divorced three times – I’m sure he has a lot of stories to tell.

 The Beatles (I’ll use the collective and count them as one!) Love them, their catalogue of music, their humor.

 Sigmund Freud, because I studied him when he was much more relevant, and I’m interested in the mind. He was a forward thinker for his time, and it’d be interesting to talk with him about the changes that have happened in modern psychology.

 Lastly, Aristotle, the father of all philosophers. He’d keep everyone on their toes.

 As for my meal — East Indian — butter chicken, saag paneer, basmati rice, kheer, lime jello, red wine.

 Thanks for the fun interview, and the NOT so stupid questions, AJ!


Thank you, Eden! I love your wonderful choices for dinner companions. I love Peter Frampton too!!

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SEAL of a Monk 


The ancient jungles of Kauai provide the perfect setting for self-discovery.

Despite the terror she experienced on her last trip, Lainey Lee returns to Hawaii to manage a silent meditation course on the Coconut Coast. Twenty-five women are under her care for ten days in a beautiful and remote location. Lainey expects to find inner peace, but four days into the course, one of the meditators disappears without a trace.

Did the girl leave of her own free will, or was she lured away by a strange cult? Lainey is frantic to answer these questions. As her desperation grows, she finds help from an unexpected source—a retired Navy SEAL named Maximillian Scott.

Now, Lainey has two mysteries to solve: what happened to the missing girl and the case of her own heart. Can she ever trust a man again?



Day one in the woods.

Late afternoon.

Heavy footsteps and shouting faded behind her sometime ago, but she kept up the grueling pace. The forest fell silent except for the thrumming in her ears as her legs pounded the ground. Every time she tripped on vines or underbrush, she scrambled up and kept running. Her shoes sank into the damp earth, jagged edges where erosion had split the soil like decaying flesh. The terrain changed quickly and often. No time to adjust her speed. She dared not look behind her.

Distance offered safety.

Tenderness in her right ankle worried her, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins kept her going. Fear trumped logic that told her she had to stop.

Snapping twigs and shoving branches out of the way, her peripheral vision blurred while her surroundings flew by. She blinked back tears and her face stung. Several minutes later, her legs turned to stone pillars. Her lungs were on fire. On the verge of collapse, she slowed down but swerved abruptly to avoid running into a low-hanging branch.

A dry gasp forced out a sudden, sharp cough when she stopped. She clamped her hands over her mouth while the sound echoed like an explosion around her. A flurry of activity hit her senses. Her own heartbeat thumped in her head along with a cacophony above her. She glared up at an open patch of sky to see a flock of yellow birds funnel upward like a tornado. They chirped loudly in unison as if admonishing her for destroying their peace.

She struggled to regain her breath, rolled her aching shoulders to expand her lungs. Ahh … she forgot about the fifty-pound weight on her back. She released the hip belt and dropped the pack to the ground. Relief. While running, she considered unbuckling the sack and discarding it. Crazed as she was at the time, she couldn’t do it. It would’ve been suicide.

Squatted beside her bag, her almond-shaped eyes flittered back and forth for any movement nearby. Scampering sounds came from behind trees like kids playing hide-and-seek. Were they small animals? Or large ones? Every strange noise alerted her to danger, and there were so many she had never heard.

Crouched down, a different perspective met her view, all of it foreign to her—dense, tropical forest with no clear path, no posted signs. The boughs of conifers loomed over her like giant arms. Were they pines? She couldn’t be sure, never paid much attention to plant life in the city.

She was in deep trouble.


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