Snowy Days and Reading, This Week’s Schedule at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words


 snowman readingBrrrrr.….it’s Cold Outside (at least for most of us!)

Is there anything better than curling up with a great book and perhaps some hot chocolate on a snowy day?  Maybe curling with my Kindle and 3 Terriers! All warm and snuggly as the flakes fall outside and the wind makes the branches rattle.  Then time for knitting and writing. I have read so many new wonderful stories recently and I can’t wait to share them with you along with the rest of the reviewers and their recent discoveries.

Coming up soon is the first story from Lee Brazil and the Pulp Friction 2015 group serial! More about that later today! The group is New Orleans bound and there’s plenty of supernatural goings on!  I just finished a new urban fantasy from Angel Martinez and Bellora Quinn, Quinn’s Gambit!  It’s the first story in their new Aura series. Loved it!  And we are reading and reviewing MLR Books Storming Love: Blizzard collection, appropriate, right?  Look for the first 3 out of 6 stories to be reviewed this week.  We are also reviewing more series to come. Look for that in upcoming posts.

Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words is also on Facebook now.  Be sure to stop by (and give us a Like if you would)!

And happy belated Valentine’s Day to all!  If you are on Pinterest and/or just love books, check out Megan Kerr’s website.  She has some wonderful images there, including this one that I thought was pretty darn perfect!


Publisher Announcements:

♥Dreamspinner Press: “Celebrate romance with us! Enjoy 25% off the entire store (including in-stock paperbacks) from now through February 15.” This weekend only.

♥Riptide Publishing:  Happy Valentine’s Day from Us!  Get $5.00 off a purchase of $15.00 or more at with the coupon valentines2015. This weekend only, so don’t wait to celebrate!

♥Totally Bound Books:Holly Gunner of Totally Bound Books wants me to get the word out that they are expanding!!  Check this out! They have a new publishing house dedicated to solely LTGBQ fiction.  This is what they announced:

Our flagship publishing house, Totally Bound Publishing, has been offering Erotic Romance books for eight years, working with more than 400 authors, and releasing six – nine books per week. We are a leader of erotic romance fiction in Europe and intend to keep expanding on that. Totally Bound Publishing will always be the Home of Erotic Romance and continue to publish the best quality Erotic Romance Fiction. 2015 sees the birth of three new publishing houses: Finch Books, Pride Publishing and Evidence Press, diversifying and expanding the group.

Our plan is to launch each house in fairly quick succession during the year, starting with Pride Publishing with a hopeful date of February/March. The main reason for this is to separate out our gay fiction from Totally Bound, leaving that to focus on hetero books and allow Pride Publishing to develop gay fiction more fully.

Finch Books will be our Young Adult division and we anticipate a launch late Spring of 2015. Evidence Press will be our Crime & Thriller publishing house and we anticipate a launch in the Autumn of 2015.

If you are interested in writing for these new and exciting publishing houses, please check out the submission calls on our website. For a taster, here’s our Pride Publishing submission call.

Totally Entwined






This Week At Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words!

Sunday, February 15:

  • Snowy Days and Reading, This Week’s Schedule at Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
  • Introducing Pulp Friction 2015! Pulp Friction 2015- Book #1 Jack of Spades, Drawing Dead by Lee Brazil

Monday,  February 16 (President’s Day for those of us in the US)

  • On Tour with Sean Michael’s Love Matters (contest)
  • Tour and Contest:  A Very Holland Valentine (Holland Brothers #6) by Toni Griffin
  • Book Blast: Whispers of Home by April Kelley (contest)
  • A Paul B Review: Renounced by Bailey Bradford
  • A Mika Review: Jackdaw by K.J. Charles

Tuesday, February 17:

  • Cover reveal for Lou Sylvre ‘A Shot of J & B‘ (contest)
  • Virtual Book Tour: Right Here Waiting by K.E. Belledonne (contest)
  • Book Focus: Jaime Reese’s A Restored Man (contest)
  • Book Spotlight: Here for You by Mia Kerick tour and contest
  • A Mika Review: Please Remember Me by Jacob Z. Flores
  • A Stella Review: Neon White E2 (A Tooth Claw and Horns Chronicle #2) by Wulf Francu Godgluck

Wednesday, February 18:

  • In the Book Spotlight: The Wrong Man by Lane Hayes (author interview/contest)
  • Author Guest Blog: Chase and Capture by Hurri Cosmo (Character interview/contest)
  • A Stella Review: Neon White E3 (A Tooth Claw and Horns Chronicle #3) by Wulf Francu Godgluck
  • A MelanieM Review: Right Here Waiting by K. E. Belledonne
  • A Barb the Zany Old Lady Review: Turkish Delights by Trina Lane

Thursday, February 19:

  • The Phoenix Embryo by Jeanne Marcella Book Blast
  • A Sammy Review: Chance of the Heart by Kade Boehme
  • A MelanieM Review: Kimo and Mike from Storming Love: Blizzard by Neil Plakcy
  • A MelanieM Review:  Jens and Elliot, Storming Love: Blizzard by Sara York
  • A Barb The Zany Old Lady Review: Quiet Nights by Mary Calmes

Friday, February 20:

  • Book Tour: In Darkest Peru by Louise Lyons
  • Book Spotlight:  Theory Unproven by Lilian Francis
  • Rules To Live By Anthology Tour and Contest
  • Book Spotlight: When In Bloom by Nicole Dennis (contest)
  • A MelanieM Review: Getting It Right by A. M. Arthur
  • A Barb the Zany Old Lady Review: Stay with Me Audio book by SE Harmon

Saturday, February 21:

  • A Stella Review: A Working Man (Men of Manhattan #4) by Sandrine Gasq-Dion
  • A MelanieM Review: Seth and Casey Storming Love: Blizzard by RJ Scott




It’s Here! Pulp Friction 2015- Book #1 Jack of Spades, Drawing Dead by Lee Brazil


Book one in Lee Brazil’s Jack of Spades Series, Drawing Dead,

is releasing today, Feb. 15th.

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Pulp Friction 2015: Altered states
Jack of Spades #1,Drawing Dead  By Lee Brazil

About the book:

Genre: m/m paranormal serial
WC 16000,Heat Rating: 3

About Jack of Spades #1,Drawing DeadPF1-DDead-400x600

The world hasn’t been the same since the preternaturals came out of the closet. Much to many people’s chagrin, strange beings of all kinds are making life tricky for the “normals.”

Physics professor Dr. Sabine Brusilov has been obsessed with ghost hunting since he was eight years old.. He’s gathered a wealth of knowledge, but can’t produce a shred of scientific proof.

One hundred and seventy-five years of death haven’t done riverboat gambler Barton Montoire a damn bit of good. He’s still rash, impulsive, and prone to fits of temper and bouts of melancholy.

You’d think that when fate brought the two of them together, Bart’s lonely spirit would be calmed, and Sabine would have the proof his heart desires.

In a world where mythical beings are real, love is still the most elusive… and treacherous myth of them all.


“Mrs. Carew, I apologize. Tell me about the paranormal problem again?” Sabine brushed back over his shoulder the dark hair that his mischievous boyfriend had loosened. Normally he kept it in a ponytail, a queue, as Bart quaintly called it, because it tickled his face when loose. He always ended up pushing it back and getting smudges on his glasses in the process.

He frowned at Bart’s glimmer…the sort of ripple in the air that reminded him of the way heat looked rising off a highway in the dead of summer. Sneaky bastard.

“It’s my new upstairs neighbors, Dr. Brusilov. Before they even moved in they installed dark blinds on their windows and I never see anyone coming out during the day. Not even at the mailboxes. But all night long… The thumping and the bumping and the shrieking. I’m sure they’re vampires up there murdering innocents.”

Sabine tapped his pencil on the desk and watched Bart coalesce into something resembling a solid shape in front of his office door. “Being a vampire is not illegal, and you’d have to have proof of murder, Mrs. Carew.” He explained as patiently as he could.

Six years earlier he’d investigated a haunting at Mrs. Carew’s church…and had received bi-weekly phone calls about hauntings ever since.

“Well, couldn’t you come out and investigate it?”

“That’s not the sort of paranormal I investigate, Mrs. Carew. Here at Dead Men’s Tales we only investigate hauntings.” He glanced at his watch. Thursdays were generally light, but tonight happened to be poker night, and as luck would have it, it was his turn to play host to the gathering.

“You mean ghosts, like at the church, right?”
“Exactly, just ghosts.” His brows shot up and his lips twitched as Bart began an elaborate strip tease accompanied by high knee kicks and spins. The cancan had been popular with students when Bart was at university, nearly two hundred years earlier. It was Bart’s idea of risqué…and Sabine bit back his laugh.

“Those are real, too?”

“Yes,” he sighed, setting the pen down and rubbing his temple. “Ghosts, vampires, werewolves…you name it, I imagine it’s real.” The world had changed so much, people like Mrs. Carew who’d once been considered crackpots were thrown even more off balance. Learning that the world as you knew it was never really…well, the world as you knew it, had been devastating for some and inspirational for others.

The vampires had come out first…then the wolves.

Just Sabine’s luck that the supernatural beings he’d spent the last fifteen years trying to prove existed—scientifically and irrefutably—were still shy and in hiding. Except Bart. He glanced up at the semi-transparent and now fully nude ghost that had haunted him for the better part of the last decade. And Bart was just stubborn enough to refuse to share any relevant information with him.

“You know what, Mrs. Carew?” he straightened in his chair. “I’ll come by on my way home. Maybe if I just knock on the door and ask them to be a little quieter at night, it might help.”

“I’ll make cookies.” The elderly lady sounded delighted, and Sabine was glad he’d made the offer as he hung up the phone.

“You”—he narrowed a level glare at his boyfriend—“are incorrigible.”

Bart stopped his high knee kicks, put his hands on his hips, and stood, bits dangling, an indignant expression on his face though his dark eyes twinkled with mirth. “That is exactly what old Father Peter used to say.”

“The old sod was right! How could you distract me while Mrs. Carew was on the phone?”

Bart jiggled and thrust his hips, and his prick bobbed and twirled. “She’s a waste of time. The old bat’s crazy as a loon.”

“She’s lonely.” Sabine rose and went around to the front of his desk. Bart immediately flashed, then reappeared centimeters from Sabine, close enough that Sabine could feel him…a warm current of air that grew hotter as the passion that drew them together intensified. In his pocket, the gold watch grew warmer as well. “You remember what that’s like, don’t you?”

Bart bounced back, instantly reclothed in the dark jacket and trousers, the brocade vest and frilled shirt that he’d died in.

“Why do you have to keep bringing that up?”

“Because you’re remarkably intolerant of human needs for someone who…”

“Was alone at the bottom of the Mississippi for, what did you say? A hundred and seventy-five years? That’s right. It’s 2015 now, isn’t it? I hardly think the few paltry years your Mrs. Carew has been alone count for a pittance in a pisspot compared to that. I need your company. She can find her own.”

Sabine dug his hand into his jeans pocket and closed it into a fist around the gold pocket watch he’d found in Barton Montoire’s steamer trunk when he’d excavated it from the depths of the river more than a decade earlier. “I was going to take you with me, but given this attitude…” He pulled the watch from his pocket and set it on the desk.

“Don’t you…” Bart flashed again…appearing across the room, by the windows. A splinter of light disrupted his eyes… Sabine caught his breath.

Most of the time Bart was good-humored, fun, and a pleasure to have around. He was an educated man and an excellent companion. Other times…the handsome face could appear menacing, and this was one of those times.

“Don’t leave me here,” Bart repeated. This time he took the time to walk across the room to Sabine, and his body had solidified to the point where his boot heels actually made noise as they struck the tiled floor.

Sabine shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t trust you, not in this mood.”

He’d learned the hard way that Bart’s morality was highly questionable, whether that was because he was a gambler or a ghost was in dispute. Certainly, he’d been considered a criminal in his own day, and his death proved that integrity and honor were malleable concepts for him.

“I’m not going to do anything to your old lady.” Bart flickered, and he was so beyond control that in some reappearances, the gunshot wound that had torn apart his chest before he’d been thrown overboard from the Delta Queen was clearly visible, gory and dripping with blood.

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