Guest Author: Tina Donahue
Please join me in welcoming author Tina Donahue discussing her new book, Love Me After My Death!
LOVE ME AFTER MY DEATH
A REELSHORT Original Story
Contemporary Romance Featuring:
High Drama
Star-Crossed Lovers
Revenge
Tortured Hero
Enemies to Lovers
And a Devastating Secret That Threatens These Lovers
There was a time when Caroline would’ve done anything for her former sweetheart, Eric Martin.
That’s why she agreed to marry him.
Six years ago, Caroline faced a dire ultimatum from Eric’s mother. Marry Eric, and Stacy—Eric’s conniving girlfriend—gets the life-saving operation she needs. Out of love, Caroline agreed, hoping that in time, she and Eric would be able to rekindle the spark they once shared.
But that hope was in vain. Since that fateful day, Eric has harbored nothing but brutal resentment for Caroline; the last six years of marriage have been a nightmare.
As their marriage descends deeper into emotional warfare, Caroline receives a shocking, tragic diagnosis of her own.
While Caroline quietly prepares for the end, an all-too-familiar face returns—with a devastating secret to reveal.
With time running out, the question remains: Will Eric finally see Stacy for who she is, or will everything fall apart before Caroline’s last breath?
EXCERPT
If I could run away from Stacy without looking like a loser, I would, wanting only to put the past behind me forever.
Slugging her would also be great for all the shit she brought into my life.
Steeled against whatever she intends to dish out, I face her, my emotions hidden behind indifference I’d show an annoying stranger.
I lift my chin and look down my nose at her. “Were you speaking to me?”
She blinks at my cold tone and question, her confidence shaken.
Score one for me.
“Uh… yeah.” Her smile wobbles, confusion in her eyes. “I didn’t expect to see you here so I said hi.” She laughs self-consciously. “Hi. Long time no see, right?”
I frown. “Do I know you?”
Another blink. Her cheeks redden. I suppose with the same embarrassment I felt around her. Eric, too, when they pawed each other or kissed in my presence.
“Yeah, we do know each other.” She clears her throat. “It’s me, Stacy.”
I don’t react.
Frowning, she speaks through her teeth. “Stacy Hill.”
I pretend to think about that then shrug. “No wonder I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed.”
“What?” Hand to her chest, she titters. “No I haven’t. I’m the same old Stacy. Looking as good as ever.”
“If you say so.”
She wrinkles her nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
God, I love yanking her chain. Despite my urge to simply lie down, I put on the act of my life. “Your hair’s thinner than I recall.” I drag my gaze down her then up. “You’ve also gained weight.”
She steps back. “The hell I have.”
“Don’t worry. Six years will do that to some women.”
Pure hatred for me flashes in her eyes. At one time her disdain would have bothered me. At this point, I couldn’t care less. To be honest, I’m waiting for her to leave.
She remains and crosses her arms over her chest… a protective gesture.
“What are you doing in this hospital?” She taps her foot, waiting for my answer.
I’d cut out my tongue before telling her anything personal. Knowing her, she’d use the information to destroy me. She’s good at turning love into hate.
“My turn for a question.” I tilt my head to one side. “Why are you back… invading this space?”
Her face pales. I’m not surprised. In the past, I was never direct. Nice worked better for me. No more.
She sizes me up as if she’s uncertain where I’m coming from. Then her gorgeous face grows ugly with her signature venom.
“Surely you can’t be that dense. You know why I’m here.”
I can guess, or be honest and tell her the truth. I prefer to play with her feelings as she did with mine.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Eric, dammit.” Fists clenched, she steps toward me. “I’m here for him. If it wasn’t for you, he and I would already be married.”
I stroke my wedding ring, proof Eric belongs to me… at least in the eyes of the state. She notices the gesture.
“If you say so, Stacy.”
She curls her upper lip. “From what I hear, Eric regrets your marriage.”
“I thought you regretted it.”
Her eyes widen, then narrow. “Pretend all you want with me, I know the truth. Eric loathes you.”
My stomach cramps. Unwilling to give her the upper hand, I fight my sorrow, offering no reaction.
Confusion flares in her eyes, then pure meanness. “Maybe he wouldn’t still hate you after all these years if you hadn’t cheated on him.”
Stunned, I gape then shake from rage.
“Are you serious? You can’t be.” I get in her space. “I never cheated on him and you damn well know it. I’m not you, Stacy. I’ll never sink as low as you.”
She laughs softly. “Does Eric know that?”
He’s clueless when it comes to her, and she’s fully aware of it.
The gloves were off before, now my claws are out.
“Have you forgotten the part about you cheating on him? I was there, Stacy. I saw what you did. Guess he doesn’t know about that, huh? Did you lie your way out of the problem?” My voice is vicious. “Wonder what he’d say if I let it slip how you whored around on him.”
“Go ahead.” Her smile couldn’t be more smug. “He’ll never believe you over me. I made sure of it.”
I’m not surprised by her comment, but something about it nags me. A matter I’ve forgotten and need to recall… or ask her about.
“How can you be so sure he’ll believe you?”
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Praise for Love Me After My Death:
FIVE STARS - AMAZON
"WONDERFUL TEAR JERKER"
This one broke my heart in all the right ways. A great read.
- Carol J.
FIVE STARS - AMAZON
"FANTASTIC"
Read it all in one weekend! Loved entering their world on a deeper level. The ReelShort adaptations are the best.
- Sam
Available on Amazon https://shorturl.at/8sNUy
About Tina:
Tina’s an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.
On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.
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New Year, New Books
I hope everyone’s new year is starting off great! I’m curious about what goals you’ve set for yourself. If you feel like sharing, post a comment or send me an email and let me know.
One goal many of my friends are setting is “read more books”. If you share that goal, try to be more specific. The more specific your goal, the more likely you’ll be to achieve them.
I can help you get started! Take a look!
Holiday Magic
One of the thing that’s magical about the holidays to me is how quickly time flies. I think the days go by so fast is because, well, as you get older, each year is a smaller percentage of your life. Think about it. When you are five years old, a year is a whole fifth of your life. When you’re 20, it’s 1/20th. When you’re 40, it’s 1/40th…and so on.
Specifically, I think the time goes by quickly because we are also busy. No matter what job I’ve held, it has gotten crazier starting in November. That maybe because I’ve always provided services to people in one capacity or another and holidays are hard for many of us—even more so when you’re vulnerable or disenfranchised in some way.
I’ve always found that reading helps me to slow down. Catch my breath and relax. Does it work that way for you, too?
Here are some books that I hope help you to slow down time and take care of yourself so you can enjoy the season. Just click on the pictures.
N.N.Light’s Book Heaven Holiday Gift Guide
Love is love.
Fantasy Romance
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Gale Stanley's The Bathhouse
Join me in welcoming Gale Stanley and her book, The Bathhouse!
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THE BATHHOUSE is a gay, multicultural, second chance romance. Enjoy!
BLURB
Reed Barton is a millionaire who can have anything he wants, except the one thing he desires most. His first love. He’s spent years trying to recreate the night they met in a San Francisco bathhouse. The image of the beautiful Filipino man who took his virginity is never far from his thoughts.
Reed’s life is turned upside down when his long-lost love reappears -- and not in a good way. Joseph Castro is not quite what he seems. Time and experience have changed both men, and there’s no going back. But maybe, together, they can go forward.
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/167085037-the-bathhouse
EXCERPT
The service center looked much as Reed remembered it. His eagle-eyed inspection didn’t miss much as he made his way around the crowded cubicles. Some workers weren’t as attentive as others and he made note of them.
Glancing up, he caught sight of a man entering a cubicle at the end of the aisle. Their eyes met and a shock of recognition hit Reed like a tidal wave.
No. It couldn’t be. Could it? Oh, God, let it be him.
The Filipino gave the barest nod of recognition and disappeared behind the wall of his workspace and just like that the years melted away and their night together seemed like only yesterday.
Reed’s heart beat fast and hard. Foolishly, he wondered if Babyboy felt the same electric charge that he did. Wishful thinking. More likely, the Filipino remembered him as just another encounter from the distant past. Did Reed want to find out? Yes, he needed to know. Reed took a few deep breaths and pulled himself together. It would be wrong to show too much interest in an employee. He forced himself to continue his tour and when he reached the man’s cubicle, he looked inside. The nameplate on the desk said Joseph Castro.
Joseph Castro had his headset on, apparently helping a customer. Reed stood transfixed, watching the Filipino at work. Joseph spoke calmly in slightly accented English that seemed to caress each word. It had been years, but Reed found himself getting hot just thinking of how that voice had whispered dirty talk in his ear.
Joseph ended his call and looked up. “Hello, Pogi.”
The words were so soft, Reed wondered if he’d really heard them. He mouthed back. “Babyboy.”
Joseph sighed, but didn’t speak another word. They stared at each other and it felt like a scene from a cheesy movie, where the room fades to a blur while the two heroes connect in a powerful silent dialog. Despite the intervening years, the emotions that washed over Reed were familiar. Caught in a time warp, Reed felt as if summer had finally arrived after a long severe winter.
AUTHOR INFO:
Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.
Blog: http://galestanley.blogspot.com/
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PRE-ORDER:
AMAZON:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C6J9RXVW
CHANGELING PRESS:
https://www.changelingpress.com/the-bathhouse-it-should-have-been-you-2-b-3519
BARNES & NOBLE:
KOBO: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-bathhouse-2
SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1400253
THALIA: https://www.thalia.de/shop/home/artikeldetails/A1068873384
VIVLIO: https://shop.vivlio.com/product/9798223070238_9798223070238_10020/the-bathhouse
Adriana Kraft's Ripening Passion (Series: Passion Series, Book Two)
Title: Ripening Passion
Series: Passion Series, Book Two
Can Max melt the Ice Queen? Should he even try?
Claire Johnson’s dedication to sex—the cornerstone of her career—led her to help found the Center for Sexuality and Sex Practices. Now in her fifties, she knows the Center must keep pace with the rapidly growing Baby Boomer market, so she agrees to go back on camera for a series on sex and aging. But work with her nemesis?
Former English Professor Max Wilson has championed the cause of the Center ever since his now deceased wife sought the Center’s help to rekindle the nearly extinguished sexual flames of their relationship. He loves working on camera and welcomes the challenge to perform with the svelte but icy temptress.
Sparks fly immediately on and off camera. The jury is out on whether either Max or Claire can transform those sparks into a fire of sexual desire for their viewers—let alone for each other.
EXCERPT
Max glanced up at her. “Do you always eat like a bird?
Claire didn’t crack a smile. She used her fork to separate another flake of her tuna niçoise. Deliberately, she snagged a small bite and lifted it to her mouth. She glanced around the early dinner crowd and chewed thoroughly, wondering briefly how many patrons were meeting for business and how many were meeting with other thoughts on their minds. She smiled at two women at a nearby table holding hands while sharing a flambeed flan.
Claire looked back at Max. “If you approve of this body as much as you claim, then you’d better appreciate how I eat. I’m not telling you what to eat.”
“I’m sorry,” he quickly said. “I wasn’t putting you down. It’s just that I’ve never known anyone so disciplined about eating.”
“I enjoy my food. I just avoid sugars and saturated fats as much as possible.”
“You rarely eat dessert.”
“Perhaps I prefer a different sort of dessert.” She slid her bare foot up the inside of his leg.
UNIVERSAL BOOK LINK (BUY LINK)
https://books2read.com/u/4D82BP
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Adriana Kraft is the pen name for a married pair of retired professors writing erotic romance and erotic romantic suspense together. We like to think we’ve broken the mold for staid, fusty academics, and we hope lots of former profs are enjoying life as much as we are.
Having lived in many states across the Midwest, we now make our home in southern Arizona, where we enjoy hiking, golf, and travel, especially to the many Arizona Native American historical sites.
Together we have published more than fifty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. Whether readers open our romantic suspense or our erotic romance, they can expect characters they care about, hot sex scenes, and a compelling story.
AUTHOR LINKS
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Perseverance
Have you ever worked on something for so long you started to believe you’d never finish it? Or had a goal that seemed so out of reach you almost gave up?
I have. It’s been so hard. Suffice to say it was a huge challenge to be focused enough to be productive. And you know what happens—When you have less focus, the longer the task takes. The longer it takes, the less you want to keep going.
I wanted to quit. In fact, I almost walked away. Then I remembered my goal and why I wanted to accomplish it. I started again.
I made a reasonable timeline, and didn’t give up.
I finished. Oh. One more thing.
Ta daaaa!
Love is all we need…And books, of course.
In celebration of Pride Month, here is a selection of books, many with LGBT themes and/or protagonists. Let's let June 2023 be a reminder that we all deserve affirmation and the right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. Love, afterall, is love, isn't it?
Suffering from the Winter Doldrums?
Battle the winter blues at N. N. Light’s Book Heaven Shake Off Winter Doldrums Book Festival. 27 books, 23 authors, a huge giveaway plus sure-fire ways to combat your winter melancholy! https://www.nnlightsbookheaven.com/shake-off-winter-doldrums
Just in time for the holidays!
Join us for a holiday book fair featuring LGBTQ+ fiction. Find your favorite authors and discover some new ones!
It’s the Most Anxiety-producing Time of the Year
I’m When I was a kid, Fall was tough only because it was the start of school. After the first day, it got better. But now, it seems the entire season is a challenge. Is it for you, too?
To make things worse, I've decided to once again take on the masochistic journey called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). This is a bad idea on so many levels!
First and foremost, I can't let it get in the way of the release of Waiting on the Son, my newest, completed novel. This is not as simple as it sounds. Worth it, of course, but by no means easy. I'm also working on a new holiday short-story for you.
November inches me closer to the end of the semester when I'm the most busy with grading and advising students.
NaNoWriMo is during November, which of course makes Thanksgiving prep and celebrations quite challenging. It's not easy to write 1667 words a day, every day, when I'm also trying to bake bread, decorate cakes, and roast a turkey.
And yet, I love NaNoWriMo. I can commune and commiserate with my colleagues who are doing the same thing while simultaneously giving myself over to my creative energies. In fact, it's required.
I'm going to take the plunge. I have an idea burning in my head and heart which will be the first book in a new series. Now that I say it aloud, I'm getting excited to start. Yay, Nano!
Catch ya later. I need to make a plan.
Titles I Wish I Could Use
I often come up with titles that, once I give some thought, I realize I should probably not use them.
The original titles for two books in my Living After Midnight series are great examples.
Slippery in the Middle
Fruit on the Bottom
Okay, I may still use Slippery. I love that title! But I’m well aware of the problems with Fruit on the bottom.
Here are some of my other ideas in the recycle pile:
Cheese Squirting Out
Chicken Noodle Loop
Desire, Deceit, and Destruction
What’s the worst title you ever thought of? Or have ever seen on a book?