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  Date / Time: July 30, 2010

  Gail Koger's The Warlords Comeuppance

  
  

  The Warlord’s Comeuppance

  Gail Koger

   

  $4.95

  www.whispershome.com

   

  Available in PDF, LIT, & ZIP formats

   

  Genre: Sci Fi/Fantasy

   Length: Mini Novel

   Cover: BG Designs

   

  BLURB

  Stealing from a warlord and giving him the one finger salute as I made my getaway was not the brightest thing I’d ever done. Okay, it was an incredibly stupid stunt.

   

  Did I mention that this particular Coletti warlord is the most feared in the entire galaxy? That Zarek’s the ultimate predator and even the other warlords are scared spitless of him? That he never ever stops until he either captures or kills his prey? Yeah, I have the big, bad after me and all because of one little finger. Okay and a Ditrim crystal the size of my fist. Am I worried? Of course, only an idiot doesn’t fear a very angry Coletti warlord. But, I am very good at what I do. Bad news is, so is Zarek.

   

   

   

  EXCERPT

  My psychic senses went into alert mode. Someone very powerful had just teleported in. My heart stuttered in shock as Zarek’s predatory gaze locked on me. Balock’s balls! Of all the pleasure palaces in the galaxy, he just had to walk into this one?

   

  Something hot and primal moved in Zarek’s amber eyes and I gulped in horror. Hells bells! He wanted me. Not in the torture and kill kinda way, but in the lick every inch of me kinda way. Maybe I had used a little too much sexual juice.

   

  Okay, way too much, because I suddenly craved his touch. This was bad on so many levels but how could any female not want to touch every delicious inch of him?

   

  Zarek practically oozed sex appeal and he had the hard, muscular body and chiseled features of a vid star. His long ebony hair was done up in those sexy warrior’s braids. Yummy!

   

  Doing it with him would be mind-blowing and probably fatal. It wouldn’t take him long to figure out that I was one who took the Ditrim crystal. But, Goddess, he was one magnificent male specimen.

   

  Cold fear skittered down my spine. What was wrong with me? There was no way he could have marked me, was there? I eyed the tailored black uniform that emphasized his massive frame and literally burned with the need to touch all those luscious muscles. Oh, Goddess. I sucked in a panicked breath. I had to stop this. Big, bad. Big, bad. Big, bad, scary Warlord who wants me dead, dead, dead. And don’t forget the rumors about the whole swapping out your DNA thing. A smart thief doesn’t let her hormones control her. A smart thief cuts her losses and runs.

   

   

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• Date / Time: July 26, 2010

  African American Heritage Writers Contest

  
  If You haven't submitted, do so quickly. Time is running out!
  
  

  Beginning july 1, 2010, Whispers Publishing will be hosting the “African-American Heritage” writing contest. The contest is open to all writers published and unpublished.

   THE DETAILS

  • Each story must be a minimum of 10,000 words but no more than 30,000 words.

   

  • Each story must be centered around a piece of African-American heritage like the Nala necklace or the Khanga or be set in a place that is rich in African-American History. Both the hero and the heroine must be African-American. The possibilities are endless, and we leave the choice up to each individual writer.

   

  • Any genre or time period is acceptable. Be creative and don’t limit yourself.

   

  • There is no entry fee.

   

  • Contest deadline is August 15, 2010.

   

  • There will be three winners chosen as well as two honorable mentions.

   

  Requirements:

   Entry must not have been published in any format, including the author’s website.

  Entries exceeding 30,000 words will be disqualified.

  Entries should not include any subject matter which Whispers Publishing does not currently accept. Please visit our submission guidelines for further information.

  Entries must not be submitted before July 1, 2010. Entries submitted before this date will be automatically disqualified.

  Prospective entries should be submitted no later than midnight (12:00 a.m.) EST on JULY 31, 2010.

  Entries should consist of the title of your story, the genre, a brief bio, and the story in rft format attached to the e-mail. No other formats will be accepted.  

  Limit two entries per person for two separate works of fiction. 

  Each entry should be emailed to whisperssubmissions @ gmail.com (without the spaces)with the words African Heritage Entry in the subject line.

  Your name (both real name and pseudonym if used), address, telephone number, and a valid email address must be included with your query.

   JUDGING:

  All entries must be received by August 15, 2010.

  Judging will begin on August 16, 2010 with the top three winners and two honorable mentions notified on or before October 15, 2010.

  All entries will be judged by published authors with the final round judging decided by Whispers Publishing’s Editor-in-Chief and Whispers Publishing’s staff editors.

   PRIZES:

  First Place Prize winner will receive $50.00, an award certificate, and a contract for publication of the winning entry.

  Second Place Winner: $25.00, an award certificate, and a contract for publication of the winning entry.

  Third Place Winner: $10.00, an award certificate, and a contract for publication of the winning entry.

  Honorary Mentions will receive an award certificate and consideration for publication.

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• Date / Time: July 15, 2010

  Check out our latest Erotiquick!

  
  

  Excerpt:

  Clarissa stood before the old grandfather clock, her fists tightly clenched in anticipation.
  Bong. Bong. Bong…

  In just a few short moments her lover would return to her. It would be a bittersweet reunion, however, for they could only be together one hour.

  Lightning lit up the long windows in the study of the grand old mansion she had called home for the past two hundred years. Soon the room would be filled with joy and passion instead of silence and desolation. And loneliness.

  Bong. Bong. Bong…

  The waiting was torture for her and for Tristan. But they would not spend their precious minutes together in bitterness and thoughts of revenge. They were past that point by now. The spell could not be broken.

  Bong. Bong. Bong…

  At last! At long last, as thunder cracked and the fire grew higher and brighter in the hearth…through a swirling mist before her, he appeared.

  “Tristan!” she said, the sound of her voice revealing her depth of relief.

  As the mist quickly cleared, Tristan stepped forth, tall and broad, his long cape swirling around his feet. His blond hair appeared windblown as it cascaded back from his handsome face and brushed upon his shoulders.

  “Dear heart!” He wasted no time in taking her into his strong arms, tilting her back and ravishing her lips with a kiss.

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• Date / Time: July 14, 2010

  New Release: The Robber Wife by Verona St James

  
  

  The Robber’s Wife

  Verona St  James

  .99 cent Erotiquick

  Contemporary

   

  Jon’s wife, Cassie, left him when she found out he killed people for a living. To pay back for the lies and the, you know, dead people, she stole all his money and cleaned out their apartment down to the last tube of toothpaste. After three years he’s still got it bad for the woman who broke his heart and plundered his wallet. So when she breaks into his apartment one night hoping for a reconciliation— or maybe another chance at his cash— all Jon has to decide is whether he’s going to kill her… or kiss her.

   

   

   

  Excerpt:

   

  Gentle hands roamed over his body. A hot mouth, soft and sweet, brushed over his lips, then his neck, then lower…lower...He felt her hair tickle under his chin, cool as silk, smelling sweet, like that coconut shampoo she always used. “Cassie…” Jon rolled over, swimming his way up from sleep, feeling for her warmth and finding an empty bed. With a sigh, he rolled back on his pillow and stared at the concrete ceiling and pipes above his head.

   

  “You still dream about me?” The voice was soft.

   

  Jon blinked and bolted upright in his bed. A beautiful blonde stood in the doorway to his bedroom, the light from the entranceway framing the voluptuous lines of her beautiful body. White-gold hair pulled back in her signature chignon, Hitchcock could have molded her into his ultimate “cool blonde,” if only she hadn’t been born several decades too late.

   

  The erotic dream was messing with Jon’s head, and he wondered if he was really awake yet. But, then again, she hadn’t been wearing a prim, pink suit in his dream…she hadn’t been wearing anything. And, while his unconscious self was perfectly happy to do all kinds of dirty and depraved things to this woman, his waking self knew he couldn’t stand her.

   

  He’d long ago given up the fight on keeping her out of his fantasies, but that didn’t mean he had to give up the ghost on keeping her out of his real life. “Get out.”

   

  “Jonathan, I’m your wife.”

   

   

   

   

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• Date / Time: July 01, 2010

  African American Heritage Writing Contest

  
  

  Beginning july 1, 2010, Whispers Publishing will be hosting the “African-American Heritage” writing contest. The contest is open to all writers published and unpublished.

   THE DETAILS

  • Each story must be a minimum of 10,000 words but no more than 30,000 words.

   

  • Each story must be centered around a piece of African-American heritage like the Nala necklace or the Khanga or be set in a place that is rich in African-American History. Both the hero and the heroine must be African-American. The possibilities are endless, and we leave the choice up to each individual writer.

   

  • Any genre or time period is acceptable. Be creative and don’t limit yourself.

   

  • There is no entry fee.

   

  • Contest deadline is August 15, 2010.

   

  • There will be three winners chosen as well as two honorable mentions.

   

  Requirements:

   Entry must not have been published in any format, including the author’s website.

  Entries exceeding 30,000 words will be disqualified.

  Entries should not include any subject matter which Whispers Publishing does not currently accept. Please visit our submission guidelines for further information.

  Entries must not be submitted before July 1, 2010. Entries submitted before this date will be automatically disqualified.

  Prospective entries should be submitted no later than midnight (12:00 a.m.) EST on JULY 31, 2010.

  Entries should consist of the title of your story, the genre, a brief bio, and the story in rft format attached to the e-mail. No other formats will be accepted.  

  Limit two entries per person for two separate works of fiction. 

  Each entry should be emailed to whisperssubmissions @ gmail.com (without the spaces)with the words African Heritage Entry in the subject line.

  Your name (both real name and pseudonym if used), address, telephone number, and a valid email address must be included with your query.

   JUDGING:

  All entries must be received by August 15, 2010.

  Judging will begin on August 16, 2010 with the top three winners and two honorable mentions notified on or before October 15, 2010.

  All entries will be judged by published authors with the final round judging decided by Whispers Publishing’s Editor-in-Chief and Whispers Publishing’s staff editors.

   PRIZES:

  First Place Prize winner will receive $50.00, an award certificate, and a contract for publication of the winning entry.

  Second Place Winner: $25.00, an award certificate, and a contract for publication of the winning entry.

  Third Place Winner: $10.00, an award certificate, and a contract for publication of the winning entry.

  Honorary Mentions will receive an award certificate and consideration for publication.

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• Date / Time: June 30, 2010

  New Release From Whispers Publishing

  Dragons Curse Nancy Lee Badger Historical Paranormal Price: 4.95 Where to buy: http://whispershome.com/whispersstore/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=9&products_id=134 Brianna MacLeod has accompanied a shipload of her guardian’s friends to a remote island off the coast of Scotland. She eludes these Highland hunters to keep her innocence…and her gift of sight. Her attitude against falling for womanly desires changes when she nearly drowns. Saved by the talons of a terrifying winged beast, she awakens—naked—in a cave, beside an unusual man. Cursed by a vengeful witch to transform into a dragon at inopportune times, Draco MacDonald hides on this deserted island to live alone: until he plucks a servant girl from certain death. Fueled by jealousy, and tempered by fear for her safety, he succumbs to an unfamiliar desire to mate. Her kisses propel him to dare to make her his own. Set in 1592 on the Scottish island of Staffa, the cursed hero battles a ghostly witch, a hunter set on rape, and his own growing desire for a young woman with premonitions of his death. Excerpt: Draco’s hungry mouth brushed her lips as his arms pulled her body close to his heart and settled her in his lap. His hard chest met soft breasts and his free hand flew upward. Slipping his fingers inside her low-cut bodice, he squeezed. Sensations flooded him as he drank her in and caressed her silky skin. She moaned. He tasted her. Sweet apple cider and honey. Her flavor nourished him unlike his forgotten dinner or his half-drunk ale. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. She whimpered with the feminine angst of a long-denied innocent. A tiny pang of regret forced his fingers to loosen their grip on her breast. She moaned louder at their sudden removal, and the vibration against his tongue caused Draco’s cock to quiver. As if rising after a long night’s slumber, his body awakened. He reapplied his tender attention to a hardened nipple, ignoring the pleasure radiating through the calloused skin of his thumb. She smelled fresh as rainwater trickling from a moss-covered roof. As he took their kiss deeper, he tasted the salt of the sea he had grown to love. Nay, I love nothing on this earth. She curled into him as heat pulsed off her skin. A growl erupted from his throat and she mewed in response. Cinders crackled in the fire pit. The scent of ash mingled with her feminine perfume and surrounded him like a shroud. She had accepted his hospitality. She ate his food and sipped his cider. Would she respond by accepting further intrusion into her waylaid life? Earlier, he hoped he smelled no worse than the fresh moss and heather he had gathered for her bed. Once she lay safe inside his cave unconscious, and nearly naked, he had flown to the western edge of the island for the bedding. Taking flight, his dragon form soared with wings spread wide beneath a storm-filled sky. He kept low, gliding effortlessly below the cliff tops. Did I keep out of sight of the hunters? His secret life depended on such a success. He pressed his mouth in earnest against her petal-soft lips, not caring if he left her bruised and breathless. She moaned with a quiet, rapturous whimper. Her innocent response ignited his pleasure, sweeping over him like wildfire. When her delicately boned hands slid upward and tangled in his hair, heat sizzled along the nape of his neck. He basked in the simple delight as she caressed his sensitized skin and combed sand and twigs from his rough-shorn locks. His once-lifeless cock hardened. Bliss, thy name is Brianna.
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• Date / Time: June 16, 2010

  The Gift

  Theresa Stillwagon The Gift Contemporary Novella 3.95 Ben was ten years younger than her. His sexuality, youth and attitude scared her. All she wanted was friendship from him. Yet he wanted so much more. And he always got want he wanted. * * * * Excerpt: “Idon’t want you to leave yet.” Swishing sounds signaled the movement of the heavy material as he flipped the towel away from his wet body and wrapped it securely around his waist. Her eyes closed at the sound and her body froze in place. A big part of her wanted to sneak a peek at him. A bigger part told her to keep her focus on the creamy bathroom wall. His fingers caressed her back and she twisted around toward him. He stepped back at her abrupt move. Frustration crinkled the skin around his eyes now, showing her the man she’d met on the road that day. The strong, capable deputy sheriff had been replaced by the sex-starved man she’d met the day after she settled into her trailer. “I liked you better the way you were the day we first met.” His head jerked backward at her comment. “I haven’t changed.” She ignored his comment. “You were a professional then, stopping to make sure a citizen was all right.” “Aunt Clara called me.” Bewilderment deepened his voice. “She told me you were in trouble.” She still ignored him. “The next day you came by with some friends and helped me set up my trailer. You won my friendship then, Ben.” “I know that.” “Then you lost it.” She glanced up at him now. “Your whole attitude changed toward me. You scared me.” His body stiffened. “Scared you? How?” “No man has ever wanted me like you do,” she whispered. “Not even my husband.” Her heart pounded in her chest as she forced out her words. If she wanted to have a real relationship with this man, she needed to be truthful with him now. “I don’t know how to take you when we’re alone. It’s safer for me when someone else is around us. I’m not hiding from you because I don’t want to have anything to do with you; I’m hiding because I do. And that frightens me.” There she’d said it. “Because I scare you?” “No, it’s because I scare me.” Troy Seate Micro Blurb: Moonlight and Magnolias To the beat of native drums as a lazy summer night drops its veil over sultry New Orleans , a man and a woman discover hidden desire along with a lingering danger. In the process, a bond is formed that is stronger than the contract which brought them together. Moonlight and Magnolias visits the fabled city full of shady doings and southern belles. Join the quest for sensual pleasure and the birth of a beautiful relationship.
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