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The Blog of Sid Love is putting to vote those books that were reviewed in the third and fourth week of July, 2013 (from 07/21/2013 to 07/31/2013)! This is your chance to show how much you have enjoyed the books that were recommended by us. If you have loved any of these books, please vote for it and make it eligible for the final voting of “Book of the Month – August 2013” on this blog.

Note: Glitterland by Alexis Hall will be excluded from this month’s voting list as the book has not been released yet. It will compete in the next month’s voting poll.

You will have the liberty to vote for any five books from the list. The top five books that win this poll will be eligible for the final voting process that will take place later this week!

For now, the titles/authors that are nominated – the ones that will be competing in the final round of voting are:
Whipped Cream by Andrew Grey
Pickup Men by L. C. Chase
Frat Boy and Toppy by Anne Tenino
The Doctor And The Bad Boy by R.J. Scott
The Return by Brad Boney
Disasterology 101 by Taylor V. Donovan
Parting Shot by Mary Calmes
Love Like Water by Rowan Speedwell
Tattoos and Teacups by Anna Martin
Cowboy Waltz by Cameron Dane


You can have access to all the reviews here: Book Reviews

The Voting Closes on 8th August, 2013 @ 11:59 PM


P.S.: The nomination policy has been changed – since there were only three nomination polls this month instead of four, the top 5 most voted titles in each poll are considered to being nominated and will compete for the final round.

The winner of the half-yearly voting that took place last month to choose the best book cover is:

Best Book Cover

The Book Cover earned an amazing 15.01% of the total votes, proving that the art managed to impress the readers a lot!

REESE DANTE is the cover artist of “Texas Pride”!


The other covers which ended up being in the top 5 are:

Into This River I Drown

TITLE: Into This River I Drown

AUTHOR: Tj Klune


Designed by Paul Richmond

Photograph by Kyle Thompson



Plan B


AUTHOR: SJD Peterson

COVER ARTIST: Ronaldo Gutierrze




As you know, the books were nominated by my team of reviewers who acted as a jury and the list of 20 titles was finalised. There was one book that got nominated by most of the reviewers and so, I decided to give that cover art some recognition as well.

So, the title of “BEST BOOK COVER – Jury’s Choice” goes to:

Best Book Cover - Jury


The Blog of Sid Love is putting to vote those books that were reviewed in the second and third week of July, 2013 (from 07/09/2013 to 07/20/2013)! This is your chance to show how much you have enjoyed the books that were recommended by us. If you have loved any of these books, please vote for it and make it eligible for the final voting of “Book of the Month – August 2013” on this blog.

You will have the liberty to vote for any five books from the list. The top three books that win this poll will be eligible for the final voting process that will take place during the second week of August! Likewise, we will repeat this for each week.

For now, the titles/authors nominated from the first week – the ones that will be competing in the final round of voting are:
Whipped Cream by Andrew Grey
Pickup Men by L. C. Chase
Frat Boy and Toppy by Anne Tenino

You can have access to all the reviews here: Book Reviews

The Voting Closes on 2nd August, 2013 @ 11:59 PM

You can vote for FIVE titles but not more than that and the voters are allowed to vote multiple times, only limiting their voting ONCE IN 12 HOURS:

BoTM Voting has been amazingly successful on The Blog of Sid Love thus far. The book chosen by unanimous voting is always unique in its own way and expresses the readers’ love towards it. My main aim when I started BoTM voting was to bring readers’ attention to those books that they shouldn’t miss, giving the authors the recognition they deserve!

But the efforts that goes into making a novel sellable can’t only be given to an author. The author may have a major contribution to a novel but we can’t ignore the fact that the first impression is created by the cover art of any book. The saying may go on to advise never to judge a book by its cover but I am sure a reader must have, at least once, been tempted to pick a book just because it had an amazing cover!

I have come across so many books that had some wonderful cover arts and I realized if authors deserved recognition for their works, why should cover artists be ignored? After all, the work that goes on to making it is quite challenging – from choosing the right images or models, giving the perfect tone and colors, to choosing the exact font that would go with it – THAT takes excessive amount of efforts.

For the above mentioned purpose, it was decided that titles with some outstanding cover arts would be put to vote for the next ten days and I will let you all decide which one you would like the most!

The process began a week ago, where each of my reviewers on the team (including me) made a nomination list of those novels which they thought had some amazing covers. The list was then combined and the titles that received multiple votes were finalised to enter the poll. All of these novels have been released in the first half of the year 2013 i.e. from 1st of January, 2013 to 30th June, 2013!

Cover arts of the 20 shortlisted titles and the voting poll are given below:

It's a Good Life (Good-Time Boys, #5)  Chase the Storm  Pawn Takes Rook (Checkmate, #1)  Venetian Masks  Choices and Changes  Denying Yourself  Blood Red Butterfly  Paid Leave  Undertow (Infected, #7)  Plan B  Brothers of the Wild North Sea  Scorpion  Into This River I Drown  The Lion and the Crow  Hunter of Demons (Spectr, #1)  Cricket  Imaginary  Loving Luki Vasquez (Vasquez & James, #1)  The Good Boy  Texas Pride


You can vote for FIVE titles but not more than that and the voters are allowed to vote multiple times, only limiting their voting ONCE IN 12 HOURS:


Welcome to the Riptide Publishing/AleksandrVoinov/L. A. Witt blog tour for Unhinge the Universe!

Every comment on this blog tour enters you in a drawing for a choice of two eBooks off my backlist (excluding Something New Under the Sun) and a $10 Riptide Publishing store credit. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on July 21st, and winners will be announced on July 23rd.  Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.

Note: Aleks and L. A. are currently gallivanting around Europe. As such, we won’t be online as much as we normally are, and may not be able to respond to comments as quickly as we’d like, but will try to post responses as often as possible.


Captors, Prisoners, and Stockholm Syndrome

Unhinge the UniverseAs many have probably gathered by reading the blurb, Unhinge the Universe focuses on a relationship forming between a wartime captor and his captive. To say we were venturing into a minefield when we wrote this would be an understatement. After all, when one person is being held against his will, the potential for rape and ultimately Stockholm Syndrome is very high.

Aleks and I, of course, didn’t want any of that. We approached this story very carefully, mindful first and foremost that while Hagen was a prisoner, he only engages in sexual contact of his own free will. In fact, we were surprised at how much he could be the aggressor, catching John off guard and throwing him off his game.

While Hagen is John’s prisoner, the power play between them is anything but one-sided. Hagen has information John needs. John also has information that Hagen needs, as well as a great deal of power over Hagen’s circumstances as a prisoner. What power Hagen possesses, he doesn’t relinquish. In fact, when things become sexual between him and John, Hagen finds himself with more power than he initially thought.There is a scene very early in the story that inches into the ballpark of dubious consent at first—it’s more of a mind game than anything—but it quickly backfires on John in a way he didn’t see coming.

The power balance between them shifts after that, but the relationship dynamic does as well. A connection begins forming, and both men start seeing each other as men rather than enemies. It’s difficult to elaborate much without revealing spoilers, but rest assured that as the relationship evolves, so does the power balance.

So yes, a captor and captive story certainly has the potential to creep into rape and Stockholm Syndrome, and even if those things are avoided, a story like this absolutely won’t be sunshine and roses all the way through. But in the case of Unhinge the Universe – and another POW story we’re currently writing – Aleks and I were conscientious of the power dynamic between our characters, and how that could blow up in our faces if we didn’t handle it carefully.

I believe we did, and I hope our readers will agree.


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AleksandrVoinov is an emigrant German author living near London, where he is one of the unsung heroes in the financial services sector. He published extensively in his native German, then switched to English and hasn’t looked back. His genres range from horror, science fiction, cyberpunk, and fantasy to contemporary, thriller, and historical erotic gay novels.

In his spare time, he goes weightlifting, explores historical sites, and meets other writers. He singlehandedly sustains three London bookstores with his ever-changing research projects. His current interests include special forces operations during World War II, pre-industrial warfare, European magical traditions, and how to destroy the world and plunge it into a nuclear winter without having the benefit of nuclear weapons.

Visit Aleksandr’s website at, his blog at, and follow him on Twitter, where he tweets as @aleksandrvoinov.


L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer currently living in the glamorous and ultra-futuristic metropolis of Omaha, Nebraska, with her husband, two cats, and a disembodied penguin brain that communicates with her telepathically. In addition to writing smut and disturbing the locals, L.A. is said to be working with the US government to perfect a genetic modification that will allow humans to survive indefinitely on Corn Pops and beef jerky. This is all a cover, though, as her primary leisure activity is hunting down her arch nemesis, erotica author Lauren Gallagher, who is also said to be lurking somewhere in Omaha.

More info about L.A. can be found at or by stalk—er, following her on Twitter (@GallagherWitt).

Unhinge the Universe is available July 15th from Riptide Publishing.




It’s AMAZING how much votes we have gathered on this final poll. Total of 520 votes were registered in less than a week! And that is something. Because, this shows how many people have loved all these books. Each of the books that competed in this final round deserved the recognition. So it maybe just one BoTM, but in fact, all of them are WINNERS in true sense. 🙂

The limelight still shines on one specific book that was read and loved by most – it was the one that received a pleasantly surprising 25.96% of the total votes, thus dominating the entire poll ever since it started – it’s the book written by the author who gets this BoTM badge the second time in a row!

Proud to announce – BOOK OF THE MONTH – JULY 2013 is:

Black Dog Blues (Kai Gracen, #1)

The book that ended up taking the second place with a good 16.73% of the total votes was:

The Boy Who Came In From the Cold

And the book that took the third position with 12.31% of votes was:

500 Miles (An MLR Mixed Tape)


The Blog of Sid Love is putting to vote those books that were reviewed in the first week of July, 2013 (from 07/01/2013 to 07/08/2013)! This is your chance to show how much you have enjoyed the books that were recommended by us. If you have loved any of these books, please vote for it and make it eligible for the final voting of “Book of the Month – August 2013” on this blog.

You will have the liberty to vote for any five books from the list. The top three books that win this poll will be eligible for the final voting process that will take place during the second week of July! Likewise, we will repeat this for each week.

You can have access to all the reviews here: Book Reviews

The Voting Closes on 21st July, 2013 @ 11:59 PM

You can vote for FIVE titles but not more than that and the voters are allowed to vote multiple times, only limiting their voting ONCE IN 12 HOURS:



Maki waited years to discover what dragon spirit the fates gifted him with.  He anticipated his first flight, his parents at his side, as he launched  himself into the sky for the first time.  Best of all, one day he’d find his mate and spend the rest of his life with someone by his side.   Unfortunately for him, things didn’t go exactly as he’d always planned.


“Holy fucking hell. Son of bitch, stay the hell back. How the hell could this shit be happening?” The shock of hearing the foul words from his father sent shock coursing through him and forced him to open his eyes. He blinked to clear his vision and suddenly everything in front of him was crystal clear. He towered over them in his dragon form and instead of the smiles he expected to see, his mother was crying and his father was scowling at him, the whites of his eyes glaringly bright.    His mother’s hand covered her lips, muffling her cries as she stared up at Maki, the sun glinting off the tears coursing down her face. Her fear and pain were crystal clear to his new senses.

    He shook his massive head and took a step towards them only to freeze as his father shifted. In what was truly a blink of an eye, his father’s large Green dragon stood between him and his mother, its jade colored scales glistening in the sunlight. Maki had never seen any dragon shift that quickly.

    He would be lying if he said their reactions didn’t have him worried and he could feel fear snaking through his veins as he lifted one clawed hand up in front of his face. Maki staggered back as he took in the color of his leathery skin, wanting to escape the reality of what had happened to him. A growling cry escaped his mouth as he turned his gaze back to his father, no longer able to see his mother from where she was hidden behind him.

    Why were they afraid of him? Didn’t they know that he would never hurt them? Maki shifted his large scaled body towards them, needing to feel their comforting arms, but his father seemed to grow even bigger, his wings spreading out behind him. He watched horrified as his father beat his strong wings and bared his teeth at him as he roared.

    Maki stumbled back and sank to the ground, cowering in the face of his father’s aggression. Why was his father being this way? He was his son; it wasn’t like he didn’t know him. Maki watched helplessly as his father shifted back to his human form and hustled his mother into the house, never turning his back towards him. Before he realized what was happening, the sound of the latch barring the door reached his ears.

    Pain warred with fury inside of him. How could the fates be so cruel as to cause his family to turn away from him? He shook his head in denial as he moved backwards before turning and fleeing into the forest. Immature saplings snapped beneath his feet and branches scraped against his scaly body as he fled, but Maki didn’t pay them any attention as he fled into the forest. He wanted to escape, escape the fear in his parent’s eyes and the future that he would face as a Blue.


Cyan chucked the remainder of the pebbles into the water all at once, no longer interested in the mindless activity as his mind focused on the remainder of that day. This same lake had been his refuge back then. He’d spent hours trying to decide what he was going to do, but in the end, his only option was to return home, if it was still his home. It hadn’t taken long for him to have his answer.

He still remembered the hopelessness that had swept through him when he’d broken through the trees surrounding his parent’s cottage and saw all of his belongings on the front porch in bags. He’d known he’d have to go to the youth home, all male shifters had to after their first change, but he hadn’t expected it to be like that. He’d thought he would have a few days at least to say good-bye to his parents and those of his friends who wouldn’t be joining him soon. He had never felt as alone as he did in that moment.

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Renee Stevens resides in Wyoming with her husband, and while they have no two-legged kids, they have plenty of the four legged variety.  With three canines and three felines, her life is never boring.  When not sitting in front of her laptop working on her next story, Renee prefers to escape to the great outdoors.

Renee began writing in her early teens but didn’t get serious about being an author until her mid-twenties.  Since then she has written a number of stories, most of which can be found online for free.  She hopes to e-publish a few more of her works in the very near future.

While she does have some modern pieces, her favorite characters to work with are shifters and vampires.  When not writing, camping, or refereeing the critters, Renee spends her time as a Moderator and the Anthology Coordinator over at

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Horizons-Book One in the Horizons Series

HorizonsTwenty-three-year-old Clark Stevens, a popular wide receiver with a potential NFL contract, has a few problems. He’s got a jealous girlfriend, a narrow-minded and controlling father, an attention problem, and an unexpected and powerful attraction to the trauma doctor—the male trauma doctor—who treats him for a broken bone.

Dr. Jody Williams is getting some really mixed signals. He can’t ignore how much he wants Clark, because it’s obvious Clark feels the same way. For the out and proud doctor, the solution seems very simple. For Clark, it’s not! His world is not gay-friendly, and the obstacles he’s faced have led him to deny his sexuality for years.

It’s the Super Bowl of disasters, no matter how you look at it. In the end, Clark has to decide if he’s going to stick with the only life he’s ever known or take a chance on a new one with Jody.


I SPED up I-80, heading out to Folsom. I’d been in a miserable mood since I left Jody last night.

We’d sat for an hour, attempting to read through a few chapters, but the dynamic between us had changed after the close body contact. We were like two prizefighters, tiptoeing around each other, afraid to meet in the center of the ring for fear of the explosion that would occur. He must have been able to tell I was at my breaking point, as I clenched and unclenched my jaw the entire time we were reading. I couldn’t bear to look at him, and when his hand accidentally brushed mine, we both jumped in shock.

It was torture in the most erotic, mind-bending way. I would have probably disgraced myself if he touched me again, and so I just stood up, kicked back the chair, and told him I had to go. He sat there and nodded, looking the other way. I knew he was as affected as I was because his hands were trembling when he held the book and his eyes were shimmering.

I pulled into my parents’ driveway, completely unaware of the distance I’d traveled. The house seemed unoccupied, and I yelled out for Mom, getting no response.

Hunger seized me suddenly. I couldn’t remember when I’d last eaten, so I pulled open the refrigerator door and grabbed the essentials of a sandwich—the cold cuts, the mayo and mustard—and a bottle of Corona, balancing everything like a circus juggler. By the time I’d polished off my lunch, the troops were starting to arrive.

“Dude, when’d you get in?” Zach grunted out, looking like he’d been through a war.

“What’s with you?”

“I’ve been out helping Robby lay carpet in the baby’s room.”

“Talk about last minute.”

“I know.”

“Did you get it done?”

“It’s all good. Are you staying the night?”

“May as well.”

“Is Nikki with you?”


“Why not?”

“We’re not joined at the hip, you know.”

“You’re lucky to have her, dude. She’s hot as fuck!”

“We’re just friends.”

“What a dumbass!”

“Don’t call me that!” I spat out, just itching for a fight. I hoped he’d say it again, because I was in the mood to break something, and his face was as good as anything.

“What the hell is going on?” My dad had just walked through the door and caught my end of the conversation.

“Tell Zach to mind his own business.”

“Why are you in such a foul mood?”

“I’m just tired of people telling me what I should and shouldn’t do.”

“Like who?”

“Like never mind!”

I stood up and walked out of the room, making my way down the hall toward my bedroom. I threw myself on the bed and put my right arm over my eyes, willing myself to calm down. I knew I’d overreacted to Zach’s few questions. I knew why I was in such a state, and it had nothing to do with anyone in this house.

After a few minutes, I heard a light knock on the door, and my mom popped her head in. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Why the fuck not.

She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her hand up and down my leg. “What’s bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, Mom.”

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing. You’re in one of your moods again, and I really don’t want any problems this weekend.”

“Then tell Zach to leave me alone. Tell everyone to leave me alone and get out of my business. You included.”

“What the hell have I done?”

“Nothing! Just go, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“Sweetie, is it Nikki? Have you two had a fight?”

“Oh, please, give me a break.”

“What then?”

“Nothing. Just go!”

“Fine!” She stood and walked out the door, slamming it in a childish fit of temper.

It’s funny that she would accuse me of having a “mood.” Everyone around here was into door slamming and yelling. We were not the most peaceful household in the world, and I suppose with five sons, any gentleness in my mother was soon replaced by the need to be as tough as nails so that her boys wouldn’t ride roughshod over her. The only time she showed her gentle side was when we got sick or hurt. The rest of the time she was all business, which brought my thoughts back to something I’d questioned many times before.

Why did I have these feelings for other men? It’s not like my mother dressed me in pink or played with tea sets around me. I was handled in exactly the same manner as my other brothers, except for the special attention to my schoolwork. Maybe it had something to do with the ADD? Was that same gene the one that made me think about guys the way my brothers thought about women?

I wondered what Jody would think of my family. He already disliked my father for the mishandling of my attention deficit. I couldn’t imagine what it was like to grow up in a family as accepting as Jody’s. For a father to actively educate a gay son about safe sex was mind-boggling. Neither one of my parents had given us any sex education. They just assumed we knew what we were doing. The only time I heard anything about sex was when Magic Johnson resigned due to his HIV status and my father sat in front of our TV set and called him a fucking queer. He then turned to us and said, “See, this is what happens when you stick your dick in the wrong places.” The fact that Johnson contracted HIV from a female meant nothing to my dad. He heard HIV, and he assumed Magic was queer.

I was around ten or eleven at the time, already harboring a few man fantasies, and as soon as I heard that I shoved them so far back in the closet they were buried for years. All my efforts to be “normal” in that area of my life were successful due to the countless number of females who threw themselves at me. Every time I’d start thinking of a male body, I’d actively seek out a female or watch a girly video or read Playboy; anything to keep the visions of men out of my brain.

This brought me to the real reason why I was so angry I was vibrating in place. All my efforts to be like all the other men in my family were useless, because I wasn’t like them. I was a twenty-two-year-old jock on the brink of an NFL career, daydreaming about kissing Jody on the mouth. In truth, I wanted way more. What would he taste like? Would he let me run my hands over his chest and down his abs, and finally grip that hard-on that had pressed up against me on at least two occasions. I imagined sinking down on my knees in front of him, sliding the zipper down his khakis, and freeing his cock. I was certain it would be as perfect as the rest of him. Could I handle him without gagging? Did spunk taste sweet or salty? What about swallowing? Oh God…. I was so fucking hard I had to get off. I flipped over and pressed my monster cock against the mattress, knowing this would never happen because I was too chickenshit to do anything about it.

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About Mickie B Ashling

Mickie B. Ashling is the alter-ego of a multifaceted woman raised by a single mother who preferred reading over other forms of entertainment. She found a kindred spirit in her oldest child and encouraged her with a steady supply of dog-eared paperbacks. Romance was the preferred genre, and historical romances topped her favorites list.

By the time Mickie discovered her own talent for writing, real life had intruded, and the business of earning a living and raising four sons took priority. With the advent of e-publishing and the inevitable emptying nest, dreams were resurrected, and the storyteller was reborn.

She stumbled into the world of men who love men in 2002 and continues to draw inspiration from their ongoing struggle to find equality and happiness in this oftentimes skewed and intolerant world.

Her novels have been called “gut wrenching, daring, and thought provoking.” She admits to being an angst queen and making her men work damn hard for their happy endings.

Mickie loves to travel and has lived in the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East but currently resides in a suburb outside Chicago.



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The Blog of Sid Love takes this opportunity to heartily welcome the authors Arionrhod and McKay, who are here today to talk about how their fantastic collaboration works while writing a story and also about their upcoming novel “Blood Bathory Like The Night” which releases on the 3rd of July, 2013! This guest post is tagged with a giveaway contest as well, which gives you a chance to win a copy of this book.


First, we’d like to thank Sid for having us as guests and giving us an opportunity to promote our new novel, Blood Bathory: Like the Night. We both have a very soft spot for this novel and for the world it  inhabits, since it was the first original work we completed and served  as a bridge between our fandom and professional writing.

Let’s start off by explaining that the “we” isn’t used in the royal sense.  For those who aren’t familiar with our work, “Ari McKay” is the name we  decided on because we wanted to use our fandom names, Arionrhod and McKay, when we moved into original writing. We decided using a single  name was easier on everyone.

We’ve been writing together since August, 2004, and we like to joke that our  writing partnership has lasted longer than some celebrity marriages.  Although we moved in the same fandom circles, we hadn’t really  interacted much before we started writing together, but we’d read each other’s solo stories.

Once we did start writing together, we developed a smooth collaboration  process that still serves us well all these years later. Because we  don’t live near each other, we use Google Docs to write our drafts. The benefits of using a collaborative writing tool is that we can both access the documents at the same time and write  together in real time when we’re online together in the evenings, and we can access the draft and take our turn in the current scene when we  have time during the day. It saves drafts automatically, and the draft  can be downloaded as a Word document once we’re ready to start editing  and formatting in preparation to submit the story.

Recently, we’ve begun using Evernote to organize notes about our stories, clip webpages and photos we can  use for inspiration, write up character bios, and keep an on-going plot  bunny list (over 60 bunnies and counting!), among other things. We give  our novels their own notebook; the Recipe for Romance series has its own notebook, and our short stories all go in the same notebook. It’s been a very handy organizational tool, and the best thing is that we can both  access it from our computers, our smart phones, or our iPads.

Our writing process is pretty simple, and we’ve got it honed to an art form at this point. First we decide on the overall plot, which is determined based on whether we’re writing for a specific call for submissions or  we’ve been attacked by a giant, rabid plot bunny that’s sunk its teeth  into our ankles and refused to let go. Sometimes, it’s both!

Blood Bathory: Like the Night was a plot bunny that bit us several years ago when we were still in  fandom, although when we decided to turn it into a novel, the idea was,  by necessity, morphed from its original concept to make it workable as a stand-alone universe. We didn’t want to write just another  vampire/werewolf novel, so we did some major world building to explain  the origins of our supernatural races. Our vampires have a rather unique origin, while our shapeshifters are tied to the earth in a very  fundamental way. We don’t want to give away too much, but we believe we  have some very unique and surprising twists in our story that will set  it apart, and we hope will make it interesting for the readers.

This novel is the first in a trilogy, which will explain the entire history  of the supernatural war between life and death. It will show how good  people can be drawn into evil, and how forgiveness can be found even by  those thought beyond redemption. The protagonists must deal with loss,  betrayal, temptation, fear, and horrors beyond anything they’ve  imagined, while still clinging to the belief that love can conquer all.  It’s a journey we hope that everyone will want to join our characters in making, and if you enjoy yourselves along the way, then we’ll feel as  though our job has been well done.

Blood Bathory: Like the Night will be released by Torquere Press on July 3, 2013.


Evan St. John, a young fashion photographer running from the pain caused by  the death of his younger sister, is thrilled when he is offered a job  with House of Nadasdy, a leading fashion house in Paris. What he doesn’t know is that Elizabeth Nadasdy, the elegant and powerful owner, is a  centuries-old vampire with a penchant for collecting beautiful people.  To Evan’s horror, he is turned into one of her “children”.

Unable to bear what he has become, Evan flees to New York and to his best  friend, police officer Will Trask. For years, he has nursed an  unrequited love for Will, but he also knows Will is the one person who  might be able to help him. As Evan and Will try to deal with Evan’s  condition, they are drawn into the world of the theriomorphs:  shape-shifters who are guardians of life and the sworn enemies of  vampires. Caught in a ancient war between two powerful supernatural  forces, Evan and Will find they must choose sides — because if they are to have any chance of a future together, they must destroy Elizabeth  Nadasdy before she destroys them.


“I need help,” Evan said in a matter-of-fact way that belied the conversational bombshell.

“Help?” Surprised yet again, Will sank down on the opposite end of the sofa,  giving his friend another searching look. If he hadn’t known Evan as  well as he did, he might have thought it was a joke, but this didn’t  feel like a prank — especially not if Evan had come all the way from  Paris after three years just to ask for his help! If Evan was in  trouble, though, he’d come to the right person. “Do you need a place to  stay? Or do we need to go to the police?”

“No!” Evan shook his head vehemently. “We can’t involve the police. It  wouldn’t do any good even if they believed me.” With a sigh, he raked  one hand through his unkempt hair, his expression troubled. “I need a  safe place to stay.” He glanced up, his pale eyes fixing Will with a  searching look. “You have to promise you won’t open the door to anyone  you don’t know.”

Will blinked. “You’re safe here. Well, as safe as I am, I suppose.” The fact that Evan didn’t want to go to the police didn’t surprise him; he’d  learned there were many people who didn’t trust the authorities to help  them with their problems, even when their lives were at stake. Or  perhaps especially when their lives were at stake. “Fine, no police. And I’m the paranoid  type, you know that. I’m not going to invite someone I don’t know into  my home. But it might help to know if there’s anyone particular I should watch out for.”

“I can’t tell you that.” Evan raised one hand as if to ward off the  protest Will was about to make. “Not because I don’t trust you or  because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. I don’t know who she’ll send. She won’t come herself, that’s for sure. Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“She? She who?” Will could well imagine his friend could have had his pick of the young women he photographed if he leaned that way — which he  didn’t. “Have you picked up a stalker? Just how much danger are we  talking about? I’d like to know how paranoid I need to be, and the more I know, the more I can help you fix this.”

“It’s a matter of life and death,” Evan replied, then he laughed, although  the sound was more manic than mirthful, and his eyes looked haunted.  “Although we’ve already had the death part, in a way. It’s life I’m  looking for now.” Evan wrapped his arms around himself and trained his  gaze on the floor. “It’s not a stalker. She wanted me, and she got me  already, so there’s no need for that kind of chase.” He looked at Will  again, his expression pleading. “I want to tell you everything, but I  don’t know if you’ll believe me.”

Will had always been protective of those he cared about, and Evan was no  exception, especially since Evan’s attractive face, slender build and  “out and proud” attitude had occasionally made him a target on campus.  It had been that way since their freshman year, and it was no different  now. It was ridiculous, perhaps, and no doubt part of that White Knight  thing Evan had always teased him about, but Will couldn’t help it; it  was just the way he was.

“You might as well ‘fess up now, because I’m going to get the story out of  you one way or another. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you if I can do anything about it. We stick together, right?” Will’s tone grew serious. “I mean it, Evan. You know you can count on me. You’re my best friend.” It was still true, even though they hadn’t been face-to- face in years. No one had ever taken Evan’s place in his life; no one ever could.

“Even if I tell you I’ve been working for a vampire?” Evan asked softly. “I  don’t mean that figuratively, either. I mean literally. She’s a monster. She’s killed her own models. She turns people into monsters like her.”

For a long moment, Will couldn’t do anything but stare at his friend,  wondering if this was a joke and he was somehow missing the punch line.  Evan’s blue eyes were haunted but guileless; the man was a lousy liar,  at least when it came to Will, and there was too much pain in Evan’s  gaze for it to be some elaborate trick. Whatever was really going on,  Evan, at least, believed what he was saying, and that was the most  horrifying part of it. Whatever had happened to Evan in the last few  months had damaged him in a way that Will was afraid he wasn’t going to  be able to fix.

It was painful to face the fact that his best friend had apparently  suffered some sort of mental breakdown, and Will cursed himself for not  having tried harder to get in contact when Evan’s communications had  grown infrequent. Obviously Evan had been going through something  terrible, and Will knew that he had to do whatever he could to get Evan  the help he needed. Which meant making sure that Evan remained here for  now, until Will could figure out how to get him to a doctor.

“Let me make sure I understand what you’re saying,” he replied, keeping his  voice quiet and reassuring. “Elizabeth Nadasdy, the famous fashion  designer, is a vampire who kills people. That makes sense, I suppose. Or at least it explains why the models all look as though they weigh five  pounds.” His attempt at humor sounded hollow, but it was the best he  could do at the moment. “And she’s after you?”

Evan leaned back away from Will. “You don’t believe me. You think I’m crazy.”

Will hated to see that look on Evan’s face, the question of sanity aside.  “Evan, it’s not that I don’t want to believe you, all right? But you  know how it sounds, don’t you?” He knew his tone was pleading. “Vampires don’t exist. I can tell you believe it, though, and that makes it hard, because I know you’d never lie to me. But how can I believe it? How can you believe it?” He reached out and touched Evan’s arm in mute appeal. “How?”

Evan met Will’s gaze, his expression steady and calm, no trace of madness  lurking in his gaze. “I don’t just believe it. I know it. I know it  because I’m one too.”

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