SAD NEWS – AMBER QUILL PRESS, MY PUBLISHER, WILL CLOSE IN MARCH

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If you’ve been to the Amber Quill Press website recently, this is what you’ll see—

“AMBER QUILL PRESS, LLC WILL CEASE ALL RETAIL OPERATIONS AT MIDNIGHT (MDT) MARCH 30, 2016 (0700 UTC) MARCH 31, 2016. The site and all its books will disappear from the Internet at that time. Be sure you’ve downloaded everything from your Bookshelf and have used all your rewards points prior to those dates and time.”

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This publisher opened its doors in late 2002, and I was privileged to become one of the authors for this “Gold Standard in Publishing” small press in 2003, when I was a winner in the first Amber Heat Wave Erotic Short Story Contest. My winner, Dark Stranger, was released in the spring of 2004. I recently toned down the sex from erotic to sensual and indie published it as Night Rider, under a different name.

Epublishing was in its infancy in 2002. I’ve been through its rise in popularity and our books finally accepted as non-vanity, non-subsidized real books. In the beginning, you had to purchase an expensive eReader. Today, free apps allow you to read any book on any device.

I like being with a publisher, and am crushed at the loss of mine. The AQP owners and staff were wonderful to work with, they operated an honorable publishing house, and I feel a deep sense of regret that changes in the publishing world have created its demise. Through their support of my work,and thanks to my fans, I earned Published Author Network (PAN) status in Romance Writers of America, saw my stories final and place in romance contests, and built a wonderful online network of author and fan friendships.

In the last two years, I watched royalties slowly decrease for all of us due to a major drop in sales from Amazon. I was among many long-timers who wondered if small presses could survive. With AQP’s closure, I believe at least four houses have been forced out of business in the past year.

Why? Were they poorly managed?

No, the behemoth Amazon, in effect, became a publisher. Not just with Montauk and their Kindle Scout program, but by opening the door to indie publishing. They’ve eliminated the middle man functions of small presses. Now, as an indie publisher/author under a different name, I am the middle man—I pay an editor, a formatter and a cover designer for my books. I pay for advertising, and I’m accountant and tax woman.

Novellas selling for $6.00 on small presses couldn’t compete with Amazon’s prices…often at $1.99, $2.99, $.99. Sometimes even free. Those of us who have joined the indie phenomenon  have had a role in forcing those middle man, small presses out of business. We are part of the downfall. I am part of it because I’ve indie published under a different name.

My website will remain, but on March 31st two male-female erotic stories will be the only books there. In From The Cold will be my first gay erotic rerelease come April 1st. If Loose-Id accepts Silk Stealth (combined with Silk Stealth: Shadow Warrior to make it novel length) it will eventually show up there.

I’ve lived long enough to get it: the world changes. Has ever since my birth in a small Texas town. Now four small presses have closed in the past year, and I’m sure there will be more to come. Some people will stop writing. Others, and I am one, will continue to write. It is what writers do.

Check out the great prices for my books now on Amber Quill’s website. Pick up your free copy of Savage Lust, my prequel to the Night Train vampire series. Do check out my now short-lived, latest release Surf’s Up!, where Raven must decide if he can love a glam man. (I just love these characters.)

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Stay with me! And have a great weekend…

Carolina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GUEST BLOGGER DEE ANN PALMER

ExquisiteChristmasAd3Sixteen years ago, Dee Ann Palmer finished her first novel in a writers workshop in the mountains. Later, as a public health nurse visiting pregnant and parenting teens in those same mountains, she became aware of young men eagerly awaiting the first snowfall so they could work at the ski facilities. With those memories, it’s not surprising she chose the mountains, a blizzard and a ski resort for her two stories in this winter romance collection.

The opening to A Night to Remember

It was the worst Christmas Eve Marlee had ever lived through. Providing she did live through it, she thought. People who longed for a white Christmas obviously didn’t expect it to come with a power outage and a blizzard like she was creeping along in in her old Nissan.

Squinting to see, she switched the heat to the front and rear windshields. If she didn’t reach her house soon, the wipers wouldn’t be able to cut through the ice forming there. The snow had thickened and the temperature had dropped in the last thirty minutes…

Opening to Snowfall–

What a glorious day! Riley filled her lungs with the icy air as the seat of the lift slid under her. She looked out as it pulled her upward. The night’s storm had floated fresh powder over High Mountain as far as she could see.

She smiled. Great. We’ll be busy today, and we’ll have a white Christmas.

Angels Ski Resort was on the California side of the Sierra Nevada range, and as the ski instructor she worked at the base of the lift and runs. Today, her task as a senior ski patroller was to do a trail safety sweep. Arriving early, she’d keyed open the drive terminal, stepped inside to set the chairlift in motion, then exited the building and relocked it. She’d turned on the heat in the next building, which held the instruction rooms and ski patrol offices…

Read them both in Exquisite Christmas, available in print or digital from your favorite bookseller.

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In every age, the heart loves, and Dee Ann Palmer’s romances over the past twelve years have reflected those eras in contemporary, historic and fantasy tales. Palmer is a member of Sisters in Crime and Romance Writers of America’s PAN group. She’s married to her college sweetheart, and they live in beautiful southern California in easy reach of mountains, desert and beaches.

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ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL – Excerpt for #My Sexy Saturday

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Dillon, an undercover agent, captured off planet, dreams of escaping and returning to his firewarrior lover, David. When he returns, he finds a new man in his lover’s bed. How can he, will he, mend his shattered life?

EXCERPT – Dillon communicates from off-world via  a TV monitor

As Dillon talked, his gold and amber eyes seemed to bore into David’s as he unbuckled the belt on his trousers, and slid the zipper down with deliberate slowness.

David almost choked on the food in his mouth as he heard its casual whisper and watched it reveal black boxer briefs which should be as sleek as Dillon’s sports car but right now housed a large bulge straining their front. Dillon discarded the dark slacks and briefs, then turned and leaned over to fold his slacks and lay them on the bed. The smooth roundness of a butt that was at once firm and yet not so hard it didn’t have a sexy give when squeezed, hid the manhole at the base of the crevice between its globes. His balls swung loose and low between thighs David knew weren’t as large as his own, but were still hard and powerful. Waves of sensation rushed through him as images of the unbridled sex they’d planned for that last night flashed like a kaleidoscope in his head.

The camera’s lens zoomed in close as Dillon turned. “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

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Be sure to go to the links for My Sexy Saturday and hop to the other authors.

Happy reading!  Carolina

 

 

NIGHT TRAIN TO NEW ORLEANS

Be sure to pick up a free copy of SAVAGE LUST, prequel to the series. NIGHT TRAIN TO NEW ORLEANS is the second story in the series. http://www.amberquill.com/store/m/Carolina-Valdez.aspx

Alexandros and Dante meet and fall in love in Naples. Alex talks Dante into visiting him in his home town of New Orleans….Confusion, danger and passion heat up the reunion of Italian diamond courier Dante Rocco and his once business-rival-turned-lover, the vampire Alexandros Nicolaides. Alex has never wavered in what Dante means to him, but Dante arrives in New Orleans suddenly unsure of his feelings and the impulsive promise he’d made to leave Italy for America. In the historic richness of the French Quarter, Dante must decide how he really feels about Alex, even as the powerful ruler of the Louisiana vampires complicates their lives, and Giacomo arrives bent on murder.

Excerpt

Alex studied the man in the drunken stupor. Where were the welcoming arms, the sexual passion and heat, the fucking he’d anticipated with his lover tonight after such a long separation? This reunion had not only fallen short of his expectations, but Dante’s behavior puzzled him. For openers, he’d never seen him have more than one drink at a meal. For another, he’d sensed guardedness even over a simple kiss. Dante had pulled back instead of stepping forward into the kiss. Tonight Alex suspected Dante had used overindulgence to shut himself off from lovemaking. At the moment he wasn’t sure why because Dante’s response to his kisses and his touch had signaled how much Dante wanted to fuck with him.

Alex sighed. So he’s shut me out, and here I am, my cock as hard and tight in its skin as a boulder and my body trembling with wanting him.

Slipping off his shoes, he lay on his side on top of the covers behind Dante and propped himself up on one elbow. Dante’s hair was in his eye, and Alex brushed it back, enjoying its silken feel and that of the elegant lines of Dante’s facial bones. His skin was warm. Alive. Alex especially loved that about him and intended he would stay that way. Dante didn’t stir as Alex’s finger slid down the bridge of his nose, which was just as aristocratic as Alex remembered it. In sleep, Dante’s dark lashes reached well beneath his lower lids. Only their upward curl kept them from touching his face. Like men with dark hair, his jaw line and upper lip were shadowed by the hint of new growth.

Alex found it very sexy.

Dante didn’t move even when Alex ran his hand over his hip and spread it wide across one buttock to press the firm roundness covered by bedding and briefs. His hand retreated to Dante’s shoulder and the delectable place where it met his neck. Alex’s eye teeth, pointed and sharp, lengthened as he smelled the blood coursing there and detected the alcohol tainting it. Leaning forward, he closed his eyes and listened to Dante’s heart as with its every pump blood pulsated against the vessels in his neck. The blood magic enthralled him, called him…to drink. No one else’s blood tasted like Dante’s. No other human intrigued him as much. Alex moved closer, spooning with the curve of his lover’s body. It would be wrong to sink his fangs into that neck unless Dante knew of it, but Alex’s aching cock and marbled sac demanded release and almost leaped into his hand as it found them. Pleasure absorbed him as he toyed with himself, then seriously stroked, kneaded and pulled until his body sang with sensation and he knew he was close to the zenith of all he could feel. It was time. Only then did he lean over and sink one fang carefully into Dante’s earlobe.

As the sweet taste of Dante’s blood hit his tongue, his body remembered how it was to be inside his man-love. He arched more tightly against him.

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SURF’S UP! – NEW – 35% DISCOUNT THIS WEEK

med_SurfsUpNative American Raven is a successful architect and businessman. He’s also an accomplished surfer who, out of fear, typically hides his orientation and is extremely discreet about any sexual liaisons. His haircut and clothing are those of a white man, and his employees and friends know nothing of his early life on a northern California Indian reservation.

Now, six years after leaving the rez, a young man named Hunter literally surfs back into Raven’s life. At first Raven doesn’t recognize the guy who, as a boy, was his best friend, and also his first love. When he does finally recognize Hunter—now penniless, drunk, and a lover of the “glam look”—he sees him as a loser, an embarrassment, yet their reunion will shake some of Raven’s most closely held beliefs.

But is he up to the challenge? Will he release those stubborn beliefs and open himself to live life more fully and openly?

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2287-Surf-s-Up.aspx

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Sports / Athletes / The Arts
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (14k words)

SURF’S UP! IS ONE OF FIVE STORIES IN THE 98k EROTIC GAY COLLECTION BELOW

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THIS WEEK BEACHCOMBERS AMBERPAX IS DISCOUNTED TO $15.60

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Carolina Valdez’s SAVAGE LUST will always be free from Amberquill Press

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Thanks to George Lucas and STAR WARS, we know what a prequel is!

SAVAGE LUST is just that to my vampire NIGHT TRAIN series–available as individual novellas and collectively in a trade paperback collection. When the series opens, Alexandros Nicolaides is a vampire. But who was he while still human? Why and how did he lose his humanity–to be ruled by blood lust, forced to ride the trains at night?

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In Byzantine Athens, someone—or something—is slashing men’s throats in a nearby town. Meanwhile, Alexandros Nicolaides meets a seductive stranger, Vlad Rodko, unaware of the price he will pay for the explosive sexual pleasures Vlad provides. In time, the excitement fades as Alex sinks deeper and deeper into decadence, losing more and more of the man he had once been.

Will this be his forever life? Or can Alex find his way up and out of evil?

THE SERIES

NIGHT TRAIN TO NAPLES – The hot urgent passion of an immortal for his human lover, the vengeful vampire who wants to kill them, and the world of precious stones.

NIGHT TRAIN TO NEW ORLEANS – In New Orleans, the vengeful vampire still stalks, and confusion and passion heat up the reunion of human and vampire lovers.

NIGHT TRAIN TO VENICE – For a courier of precious stones and metals, the next delivery could mean death. Can his vampire bodyguards protect Dante in Venice?

ALL THREE ARE COMBINED IN AMAZON’S PAPERBACK, NIGHT TRAIN

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COMMENT ON ONE OF MY PARTY POSTS AND WIN A COPY OF NIGHT TRAIN TO NAPLES OR SOME SWAG

#MSS ANNIVERSARY BASH EXTENDED THRU 9/30

unnamed_MSS_ANNIV (1)NEWS FLASH! MSS ANNIVERSARY BASH EXTENDED THRU 9/30

DUE TO THE LITTLE GLITCHES PLANNERS HAVE HAD, THE BASH ENDS SEPTEMBER 30TH AND MORE PRIZES HAVE BEEN ADDED. THE RAFFLECOPTER APP IS UP NOW ON http://www.mss-authorcentral.blogspot.com

In order to enter for a copy of NIGHT TRAIN TO NAPLES, scroll down and click on “Carolina Valdez’s Blog” (For some reason Rafflecopter wouldn’t let them put books down)

You may still comment and read the Facebook posts in order to be able to enter the contests

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As of this writing, the winners will be posted October 2 on http://www.mss-authorcentral.blogspot.com (see image above).

Sorry for all the changes we’ve had to make. Didn’t intend to confuse you, but when you organize an event this huge for the first time there’s always a little bump or two.

All’s well that ends well!

NOW FOR MY SEXY SATURDAY POST

For the Facebook portion of the Bash, authors were asked, “Who is your sexiest man?” Well, when you write as many m/m erotic romances as I have, it’s a tough call, but I chose Irishman Rory O’Shea. He’s the retired Delta Force operative in AMEN TO LOVE…

His hair was once again combed straight back and tucked neatly behind his ears. Bond couldn’t tell which way he liked it best. Both stirred his cock in his trousers, but his tuxedo jacket was buttoned and partially hid the beginning rise at the soft touch of those warm lips.

O’Shea was resplendent in a dress Celtic kilt and jacket suit of fine wool in charcoal gray. The kilt kissed his thighs just above his knees. Knitted hose ended just below them, their cuffs were turned over and flashes the green of his eyes flipped from them as he walked. Black leather ankle boots, polished to a gleam, covered his feet.

Bond hadn’t known the Irish wore kilts like the Scots did, and he studied the firmly masculine figure before him. He thought those bare knees so sexy he could have fucked Rory right then and there…

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Amen To LoveRetired Navy SEAL Bond Bergstrom, MD, is on the cover, not Rory.

HAPPY WEEKEND!

Carolina

Su Holland Wins Carolina’s TRS PARTY GIVEAWAY

Congratulations to Su Holland, who won the copy of In From The Cold I gave away via the recent TRS Party. She signed up for my Yahoo newsletter, which you can do, too, by emailing sweet_ecstasies-subscribe@yahoo.groups

Look for an announcement here later this fall for the annual TRS SPOOKAPALOOZA Party, held the week of Halloween here in the U.S. Authors may sign up now to participate at http://trsparties.com

I’m hoping that Savage Lust, my free prequel to the Night Train series will be ready to be my giveaway by then. We’ll have to see. I was half way through it when I got a plea to quickly write a novella for the upcoming Beachcomber’s AmberPax. The Paxes are gay erotic fiction, and include 5 stories on a theme from five different authors. For this story — Surf’s Up! — I put my characters on the waves at Encinitas, CA, because I grew up on southern California beaches.

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Carolina Valdez

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Note: Dee Ann Palmer, author of sensual m/f romances, is offering a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card to one lucky person who signs up for the newsletter she’s forming. Send her an email with News in the subject line to encage4818 at mypacks dot net   (No spaces, symbol and dot)  Check out her website at http://deeannpalmer.com

    

SAVAGE LUST – MY SEXY SATURDAY BLOG HOP

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We all choose a 7 from our work: 7 words, sentences or paragraphs for you to read free!

SAVAGE LUST, my unedited WIP, sets up my vampire NIGHT TRAIN series — available in print and digital. The prequel will be released free by Amber Quill Press. I don’t have the cover yet, so I’ve posted the paperback cover of the series below.
Athens, Byzantium Empire
1315 AD

Orange and red flames from the bonfire shot into the night sky, highlighting the faces and bodies of the young men and women who danced, talked and laughed in its warmth. The scent of lamb roasting on a spit filled the air.

Radko watched from the limbs of a cypress tree in a grove, safely away from the death-dealing flames. Not so for the young men and women who partied in the heat it gave off in the chilly air. He studied them, wondering if one would capture his interest. Their laughter caught his attention first, and then, when he saw the latest young man join them, he felt his groin tighten in piercing pleasure.

Gods knew, but that felt good. He took it as a sign — as sure as an arrow in flight — that this would be the one for him.

“Alexandros!” A lovely woman lifted a hand and called out to the newcomer.

“Over here, Alex!” Three of the men waved for him to join them.

Alexandros, whose dark hair spread in thick waves across his shoulders and down his back, called out a greeting in return, holding up a jug of wine and some loaves of olive bread, still fragrant and warm. He entered the clearing from another part of the grove and strode toward those who were obviously his friends, walking with unconscious grace, seemingly sure of himself and his welcome in the group.

He was dressed casually in the loose pants worn by the men and boys in this country. His shoulder, arm and torso muscles rippled beneath a snug shirt in a creamy color. As casual as what he wore might be, the cloth was of a fine weave and cut available only to the rich. Ah, money. That makes him even more appealing to me.

The urge to strip this Alexandros and run his hands over what he knew would be a hard, hot and beautiful body surged through the creature in the tree. He wanted to taste him, to suck and rub, to cradle his sac as the liquid heat of climax warmed Radko’s cold body and brought him to his own thundering release.

med_NightTrainThe three novellas in the series are included in the paperback, but may be purchased individually as Night Train To Naples, Night Train To New Orleans and Night Train To Venice.

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