#MySexySaturday Blog Hop – NIGHT TRAIN TO NAPLES – Book 1 in the Night Train Series




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[The previously free single, Savage Lust, has been included in this revised and lengthened version.]





1316 CE:  Athens, Byzantine Empire

In the mellow evening air, someone called, “Zeibekiko, Alexandros!” It was a warrior’s dance performed by one or, rarely, two men.

He shook his head. Only when the slow rhythmic clapping of his friends’ hands and the strings of the lute joined in did Alex reluctantly rise. The dance, supposedly, was a tribute to the ancient god Zeus.

As he spread his arms and began the controlled, sensual footwork and measured turns of the improvisational solo, he lost himself in the beauty of movement. The others watched, and the clapping ceased as he executed the steps. He smiled inwardly because he knew he had them in the palm of his hands. As he continued, Alex forgot about “having them.” Now, he poured his passion and loneliness into the kneeling, turns and steps, always keeping his arms out, his hands often making brief expressive motions.

He could have danced all night, but the lute’s music gradually slowed as the fingers of the player obviously tired. Alex dropped into a final pose—on his knees, body and head bent back almost touching the ground, arms still wide, palms open to the sky.

The music faded and was gone. There was silence, and then the partygoers clapped and cheered.



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By the turn of the century, the wolves in the park were extinct, having died by natural causes or been killed by men. Since elk were the prey of wolves, their number skyrocketed.  They were eating all the fresh shoots of young trees, bushes, and grasses, devastating the health of the ecology. For a time, the elk herds were culled by shooting. This brought a strong protest from animal rights activists. Finally, some smart person realized the answer was to reintroduce wolves. Elk were their prey, and it would be a natural thing for these predators, rather than people, to thin the herds. So far, it is working.

Contrary to my story, wolves don’t normally attack people. They’re shy animals rarely seen by visitors.

Until releases this week from Science Advances, it was believed there were two species of of wolves in the United States: gray wolves (Canis lupus) and red wolves (Canis rufus). Gray wolves were brought in from Canada to repopulate Yellowstone Park. DNA studies have now determined that the only true species of wolf in the US is the gray wolf. The red and Eastern wolves are gray wolf-coyote hybrids.

Hybrids are rarely protected as a species, but since the red wolf is in immediate danger of extinction, some steps are being made to reinstate its protection.  Coyotes are too numerous to probably ever worry about them becoming extinct.

Gray wolves come in many colors. In Awakening the Alpha, my villain is a black shifter, but Blaze Canis, my hero, has a gray coat mingled with white and a bit of brown and fur tips of  black. As a species, both are gray wolves. When I visited Yellowstone National Park some years ago, they had offered refuge to a gray wolf pack raised for a Hollywood movie that never happened. The ranger told us the alpha was female, and he also pointed out the weakest wolf…the one at the bottom of the pecking order. Frankly, these were not the gorgeous animals you see in the wild.

Since Awakening the Alpha’s ex-Navy SEAL is a secret gay werewolf, I named him Blaze Canis, thinking Canis meant wolf. Recently, I read it means dog in Latin. So I guess the laugh is on me. It happens.

I’m now working on a sequel to this story. Although this may change, its working title is Awakening the Alpha: Flute, Rattles, and Drums. Right now Blaze and Logan are at the Smithsonian’s National Museum of the American Indian where Logan is being honored for his art.

Please note: In some instances, the word “Indian” is an acceptable substitute for Native American. It is freely used in other countries, and the museum covers exhibits from Indians in the Americas (plural), not just the US. In my story, you’ll see I’ve correctly identified the cards a Native American may carry as a Certificate of Degree of Indian Blood. The same is true for the Smithsonian’s museum.

Have a great rest of the week!

Carolina Valdez

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From notes I took some time ago, but which I think are still accurate:

Do you know what the numbers in an ISBN mean? Let’s take this number: 1-9891237-018-4
1 = Identifies the country or geographic group of publishers
989201437 = Identifies a particular publisher within a group. Each time a publisher purchases ISBNs, this number will change to reflect the group of publisher’s numbers they purchased. No other publisher will have that number.
018 = A particular title or edition of a title
4= A check digit that validates the ISBN

Note: X can be used in place of 10 as a check digit—I.E.ISBN-X:







MLR, the man-love-romance press, has picked up this series. And I’m on a roll! If you recall,  Savage Lust, a 5k short story prequel to the series, was free. Since it chronicled what Alexandros was like as a young man and how he was turned into a vampire, it’s been added to the opening story—Night Train To Naples. It also contains his character arc.

I think I speak for all the former Amber Quill Press authors when I express the loss we feel that we’ve not only seen our books disappear, but all the online friendships we formed over the years are going as well. Christiane France set up an AQP Alum Yahoo group to share tips and support each other. Some have decided to self-publish all their AQP stories and a few have stopped writing altogether because it seems so daunting. Others, like me, refuse to give up. As I approach new publishers I’ve found it helps to mention that my stories have placed or been finalists in romance contests. Mentioning that some have been top sellers on All Romance eBooks is a boon, too.

As I re-read my stories, it comes to me how good they are.

“So why aren’t more people reading them?” I asked my husband.

“Could be you’re just a little prejudiced?” Clever man.

We had a good laugh over that.

This has been a tough year. The El Nino expected to relieve California’s drought didn’t materialize, Amber Quill Press closed, Spieth choked on the last nine to fall short of the green jacket at the Masters, and Kobe Bryant retired from the Lakers. . .”My body has given all it can to the game.”

Well, my body’s not the same as it once was, but I am not giving up.

Have a wonderful week!

A word to the wise: DO NOT purchase the Night Train paperback so outrageously over-priced at $93 and $119 on Amazon. Authors received nothing from sellers like these, and, frankly, although I consider my books beautifully crafted, they are not worth that kind of money now and never will be.



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No one is born a vampire, yet this was the destiny of Alexandros Nicolaides. How? And why did he become a creature of darkness, forbidden the daylight, forced to in contemporary times to travel on night trains?

Savage Lust: Prelude to Night Train is the story of his creation.

Athens, Byzantium circa 1300

When they spotted him, the girls waved and called, “Here, Alexandros!”

“Come dance with us!” the boys invited as they formed a circle to dance as the ancients had done.

The young man with a body like a god’s smiled and hurried across white sand toward a bonfire sending sparks into the sky. He waved an earthen jug of wine, and they cheered.

Mereau waited in the pine grove, the sounds of the surf at his back. He drank in the sight of the long dark hair framing a beautiful face, of broad shoulders that built boats by daylight, at the athletic grace of the figure with its narrow hips and deeply muscled legs powering their way to his friends. Thirst rose in his throat, and his groin surged with need.

Soon, he told himself. Soon I will have him—

Watch for this short story, free this summer!


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Shapeshifters, humans, vampires, and the secrets of Little Grizzly Lake town.

Trent was resting with his arms and head back against the rim of the Jacuzzi when a door opened and Martin appeared. A towel covered the highly personal and private parts of his body, too. InhabitingNightTrent watched the fluid movement of muscles and sinew as he approached the pool, and he wanted to yank the towel off and see the sexy bulge that taunted his imagination from under the cloth.

Just as Trent convinced himself how much Martin would disapprove, Martin tugged at the towel and it appeared in his hand.

Free of the restrictions of clothing, he stood in the nude, totally relaxed and comfortable with himself.

Trent inhaled quick and fast at the sight of that splendid physique–a body builder’s shoulders and chest, thickly muscled legs, and a dick whose length was in proportion to his height, a marbled sac dangling from beneath its base. He’d trimmed his bush close, a confirming sign to Trent that he was gay. Excitement rammed through him.





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Beware when you hook up with a vampire. Your life will never be the same. Fabulous adventures may be thrust in your path, and the loving may be beyond hot, steamy and sensual, but you could be seduced into a darkness as annihilating as the black hole formed by the death of a star.

Night Train is a paperback series. My excerpt is from the first story, Night Train To Naples.

med_NightTrainTHE STORY

After seven-hundred years, Alexandros Nicolaides has adjusted to life as an immortal. Employed by a New Orleans diamond courier, the gemologist travels to Italy in the hope of gaining a new customer for the business. On the night train to Naples, he confirms what he’s suspected—someone is following him. Human Dante Rocco has his reasons for tailing the tall blond, He wants the account for an Italian firm. Unaware he follows an immortal, he’s in for a serious shock, but a hot, urgent, sexual bond flares between these two rivals when Alex rescues Dante from thugs and evil. As they struggle with the reality of their relationship, they discover they’re now the ones being pursued—by an unstable, vengeful vampire.

EXCERPT – Sexually explicit

He’d planned to demand why Dante followed him. Instead, unable to resist his urges, Alex leaned in to capture the seductive lips with his mouth. Thoughts of anything else fled.

Dante stiffened, and Alex thought that perhaps he’d been wrong; perhaps this man wasn’t gay. Or maybe he wasn’t as attracted to Alex as Alex was to him, or as stirred up from the fight as he was. Then, as Alex softened his mouth and deepened the kiss, Dante’s body relaxed and he responded hungrily with an exploring, searching tongue, as if he, too, needed release in the aftermath of the attack–to let go of the fear and, in a good fuck, exhaust the stockpiled chemicals his body had triggered so he might fight or flee.

Alex let his hard cock, its full veins thrumming hot against its velvety skin, press against an echoing erection that strained against expensive designer jeans and threatened to break through the fly. He couldn’t have described in words how good, how necessary that felt. He slid his hands down the silk shirt covering Dante’s shoulders and then around to his appealing ass to pull them even tighter together. Knowing how sore Dante’s throat must be, he sent a soft trail of kisses away from the mouth and to the salty drink his throat offered.

His felt his fangs come out, prepared to graze over or sink into the warm skin covering the tantalizing pulse and drink in the rich blood throbbing there. He groaned. And fought temptation.

I can’t do this. This Dante didn’t see my eyes glow red, doesn’t know what I am.

Abruptly, he released the Italian and stepped away as his fangs retracted. “I apologize. It was the fight, you see.” He kept his voice steady, his words formal, even while his body cried out to take this man, to push his cock hard against Dante’s until it spurted and he bit. Drank. He shook off the dangerous thoughts. “Will you be able to make your way home?”

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#MY SEXY SATURDAY and TWILIGHT (gay fiction)

Life is perfect for Cade “Lakota” Montana. Barely into his twenties, he escaped the poverty, illness and drunkenness prevalent on the Montana reservation where he was raised when he agreed to manage an uncle’s small spread in Wyoming. His relationship with Dr. Lee Donaldson, his lover, and the ranch’s new veterinarian, is secure, and now Cade’s proven even wild horses can be broken without pain to carry saddle and rider. A recognized horse whisperer, he’s excited about his plans to teach his methods to others.

Into this good life, an inherited quirk in his Lakota Native DNA brings an inescapable horror that forever changes who and whatTwilight he is. The penalty for revealing the secret of this new shift in his nature to anyone, even to Lee, is death, so Cade ends their affair with sudden, permanent abruptness.

Lee, confused and stunned by Cade’s unexplained rejection and refusal to talk to or see him after the split, comes to terms with the end of their relationship by planning to sell his practice and move away.

If there is a solution for staying together, will either man be able to find it?


“My thighs? Are you sure that’s all you’ve wanted to see?” The rush of feeling he’d experienced in the bar when Lee smiled at him made its appearance again. It was difficult to catch his breath as he teased, “Did you think maybe a Lakota Native’s dick would be different from a white man’s?” He’d stood proudly, his cock burgeoning as he gazed at Lee’s body and had watched with pleasure as Lee’s dick loaded and lifted in response to his.

Lee came to him, and their lips met as easily as if they’d done this before, sending a punch of heat right to his core.