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Earth Day and “Making Rain” available today!

Happy Earth Day!

Recycle a can, plant a tree, enjoy the spring and remember the Earth!

And enjoy some erotic nature stories with Coming Together: Al Fresco available today exclusively from All Romance eBooks!

I am very proud that my short story “Making Rain” is included in this anthology, with profits going to Conservation International.

HOT stories of outdoor sex by some of today’s best erotic authors!

Coming Together: Al Fresco
Edited by Alyssia Brio

Review: True Crime Detective Magazines

True Crime Detective Magazines

Hanson, Dian (ED)
Godtland, Eric (author)
Published by Taschen Books
Hardcover, 23.2 x 27 cm (9.1 x 10.6 in.), 336 pages, $ 39.99

ISBN: 978-3-8228-2559-4
Multilingual Edition: English, French, German

Review by Drake

Thank you, god or goddess or blind chance, for Taschen Books and Dian Hanson, editor and visionary!

Gorgeous printing, a keen eye, and a stunning sense of design characterize the growing Taschen catalog of essential books on popular culture. One of the latest, the plainly titled, but beautiful True Crime Detective Magazines, by Eric Godtland, captures a stunningly iconic era of art and an evolving slice of the American psyche.

Well and succinctly written, the volume features brief essays on fetishes – bondage and smoking —  and then launches into a decade by decade analysis of America’s fascination with bad guys, and especially with bad girls. The 30s were the decade of the celebrity gangster, the 40s of bondage and rescue, the 50s the decade of the femme fatale reinvented as gang deb, and the 60s, of course, the decade of excess, the beginning of the end of innocence.

Marc Gerald contributes a warm essay on the final years of True Detective, the most venerable of true crime mags, and the volume concludes with biographies of artists and writers and a list of publishers. The content is uniformly entertainingly and insightful.

But the fine text is only the package in which the present is wrapped. Like other Taschen volumes, this one is a visual feast, featuring gorgeous color cover reproductions of dozens of magazines from the 20s through the 60s and a few internal pages, selected with impeccable taste and an eye for innovation and beauty. The images are breathtaking, narrative, and enormously fun.

If a book like True Crime has a flaw, the flaw is that the best a book like this can be is a peek into the antechamber of a vast palace of wonders wholly out of reach without at least an eBay strategy. Taschen deserves huge credit for what it has done so far to preserve art and culture that would otherwise be lost, at least to popular perspective.

I certainly look forward to more amazing books in the future.

LUST AT FIRST BITE Released Today! (Excerpt)

Wow, wow, wow!

My first print sale was my short story “Understudy” to Black Lace for their vampire anthology, Lust at First Bite.  I will never forget getting that letter.  I was so excited I practically….well, use your imaginations.

So, six months after I got the fantastic news, Lust at First Bite is now available for sale at bookstores and on the internet in the United Kingdom, home to Black Lace Publishing. 

Check out some of the buzz at Lust Bites, the Black Lace blog.  The lovely ladies over there will be putting up some excerpts tomorrow.

For those in the U.K., pick up a copy today.

For those of us in the States, well, we have to wait a bit.  The U.S. release date is January 6th, but you can pre-order Lust at First Bite from Amazon right now!

by Angela Caperton
in Lust at First Bite


Mauzy ordered and as Benny bustled off, asked her, “What’s your name?”

She gazed at him, her eyes depthless and filled with laughter and secrets.  “Anastasia,” she said with a little smile to show it was a lie and the end of the subject as far as she was concerned.

Benny brought the drinks, setting Mauzy’s shot down and pouring Ana’s wine with a flourish. He would’ve hung around the table if Mauzy hadn’t waved him away.

“No,” he said, looking directly at her. “This Dracula isn’t a real role. It’s a farce, a joke.”

“So you say,” she sipped her wine, the red liquid shining on her lips.  “Many people like it, yes?”

He shrugged.  “I suppose. There are so many better plays.”

“But this one, there is something of dreams in it, yes?” Her voice caressed him.

“Dreams? Nightmares is more like it.” Mauzy replied and lifted the shot.

“Do you know the difference?” She cocked her head and watched him, the tip of her tongue showing slightly as she sipped her wine.

Mauzy considered a moment.  “When I have a nightmare, I want to wake up,” he said before he threw back the whiskey and welcomed the heat as it coated his tongue and throat.

“Yes,” she smiled, her gaze suddenly intense, black fire flickering in her eyes. “And when you are dreaming – truly dreaming, no matter how terrible or beautiful it is – you do not even know when you are dreaming, so you cannot wake up. Not until sunrise.”

A car roared wetly past. The promised rain had finally arrived.

“Plays though …they ought to be about something tangible, something real.  Not some dream.” The edges of the conversation seemed to unravel around him.

“I do not agree.” She pouted a little and Mauzy heard the rain turn to sorrowful sheets. “I have seen plays that are exactly like dreams and they are the very best. Why?  Because they show us what can be true.  Nothing is more honest than our dreams.  They are our souls. You should listen to yours, Mauzy Lyman.”
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