🏳️🌈Happy Pride June 🏳️🌈
Chloe's Newsletter Signum 🖤🖤🖤🌶️🌶️🌶️
Dear Readers 😍
I’ve got a big, fun surprise in the next newsletter but this one is fun too!
I spent the past couple of weeks trying (and failing) to catch up on work. 😬 Plus my website was down for a month. Thankfully I finally got that fixed after a few hours with tech support!
My newest exciting news is that I’m re-covering the single books from Tales from the Edge—again! The cover artist I’m using, who is new to me, is absolutely phenomenal and I’m super excited! You’ll see the cover reveals FIRST!
My other news is that I’ll be taking all my books wide! I can no longer afford to stay in KU because Amazon stopped paying me (the money I earned) last November and I haven’t been paid since. I have earned money on Amazon though, so I’m sure they’re thrilled about keeping it all. Sadly, I’m not the only author this has happened to. I’ve spent hours on the phone with Amazon and they claim “there’s nothing we can do”. So now, on top of working for free in my three other businesses, I’m working for free in my author business as well 😫😫😫
If I were rich that would be one thing, but I’m not—so been challenging to say the least!
Moving on because I can’t cry over lost money… since I’m going wide, I’d love for you all to take another poll!! And thank you so much for the last one! 29% of you said your bestie is the bestest, which I LOVE! 🥰😍
Jared’s Story, Fevered Heart will be free through June for the celebration of Pride!
It’s a spicy male/male shifter PNR in the series: Shadow Sisters but all the books can be read as stand alones. However, the overarching story (especially the villains) does build between book 1, Mortal Desire and that ARC ends with book 3 of Iphi’s story in Tales From the Edge (Blazing Light). If you haven’t read Fevered Heart yet, I hope you love it!
Excerpt from Jared’s POV:
When we arrived at the V Club, the music was thumping. Benedict Volkamoff, the owner, had modeled it after a modern-day speakeasy. High ceilings soared with exposed wooden beams and metal ductwork. The brick walls were painted black, and velvet-lined booths nestled among mahogany tabletops. There were platforms and a stage, all sporting stripper poles. The black concrete floors were cleaned daily, no stickiness found here. One would think the club, as clean as it was, would smell of bleach or antiseptic, but it smelled more like aged oak barrels. I always wondered how Benedict made that happen, but with a town full of supernaturals, I’d learned not to ask.
I sat at the bar with Chrys so that she could chat up her boyfriend. Burgundy disappeared into one of the back rooms, a.k.a. sex rooms, almost as soon as we arrived. She’d tried to get me to follow her but I was still angry. Nursing my drink at the bar was not pulling me out of my mood.
“Hey, buddy,” Carter said. “What’s wrong? You’re brooding.”
Chrys playfully punched my shoulder. “That’s nothing new. He’s been stuck in brood mode for a few months.”
What was she talking about?
Carter hmmed, then grabbed my drink. It was a scotch and water and he added another shot of scotch before sliding it back over to me. “This should help.”
“Thanks, man,” I said. “I’m kind of pissed off right now.”
“Well, the next act may help.” Carter jutted his chin toward the stage and I turned to look as the music changed.
And there he was. A new guy I’d never seen before in a full tuxedo, starting a slow, rhythmic dance. He was gorgeous, yes, but as a V dancer, that was a given. This one, however, was different. His disheveled hair hung straight and dark over his lovely, boyish face. Chinese? Perhaps Korean. I should know these things.
There was wild abandon in his movements, as though he couldn’t care less if anyone found him intriguing. I slipped off my barstool, moving closer to the stage, and plopped myself at a table near him.
One button, two buttons, three buttons, four. This guy was enjoying the tension he created, keeping the audience on edge. His carefree attitude said he didn’t notice the men and women hanging on his every movement like cliff divers standing at the edge of a steep precipice.
Hey hunky, over here. Look at me. See me. But he didn’t. His eyes roamed over the back wall, unfocused, as the audience drank him down. Women licked their lips, smoothed their dresses and fluffed their hair. Men grinned or bit their lips. Most of the crowd was perched on the edges of their chairs or rubbing their thighs together absently.
Back at the bar, Carter was grinning at me, and then at Chrys, who blinked her pretty brown lashes at him. Adorable, the woman only had eyes for Carter.
The stripper was, by now, almost naked. Like most strip clubs—not that anyone ever called it one near Benedict—no one got completely naked here. Leaving something up to the imagination was always sexier.
Wearing a silk G-string in cobalt blue, unless this guy had stuffed the front, he was packing. His hips shifted left, then right in hypnotizing gyrations. Entrancing. The sharp sting of whiskey from another table assaulted my senses, momentarily distracting me.
The dancer brought me back. His hands and feet gripped the pole like a monkey up a palm tree. Wow. Just wow. A shouted expletive from a man at the table nearest me pierced the collective silence. As if his exclamation had given us all permission to breathe again, appreciative murmurs rolled through the room.
Halfway up, he clamped onto the pole with one hand, then slid off and out at an impossible angle, his legs pointing to the corner of the ceiling.
A woman shrieked and clapped in delight as he held his entire body weight up with two hands and one arm.
A hush descended as the acrobat swung his body around in a perfect line, completely defying gravity. In midair, he tucked into a front flip and landed perfectly on a mat, arms up to the sky.
The roars were thunderous as the entire club rose from their seats, myself among them. We clapped and roared, the man bowing and disappearing backstage before the exaltation ceased.
I headed to the bar, where Carter was holding up a fresh drink for me, grinning inappropriately.
“Spill,” I said.
“New boy. It’s all I know. Hired yesterday.”
“New boy? That’s no boy.”
FREEBIE PNR RH from—This month’s Guest Author: L.A. McGinnis
Dark is My Exile
My destiny. Their ruin. A fate we can't escape.
Dark Is My Exile is an introduction to my Wicked Realms series, and is a fast burn dark romantasy #whychoose romance with elements of forbidden love, found family, morally gray men, plot heavy romance, wicked Fae, and political conflict with enough spice to keep you reading all night long.
One week ago, I saw the future, and it was filled with fire and ruin.
Worst of all, I forsaw the death of the most powerful male in Caladrius.
A terrible prophecy that changed the course of my life, and endangered the men I love. They've sworn to protect me, but in this wicked realm, such promises are doomed to be broken. Now we're playing a dangerous game with the ruthless Fae King, who keeps me prisoner in his palace, using me to chart the course of his unending war against his brother.
As our enemies close in from all sides, one mistake is all it takes to put us in danger and send us on the run. But there is no cheating fate, and even the greatest sacrifice of all won't save us from what destiny has planned.
This is a prequel novella to Savage Is My Kingdom
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