Earth is a cesspool of poverty and disease ruled over by one
government, the World Leadership Organization, known as WLO. They will
do anything to protect the wealthy, including sanction and fund the
Institute—a highly classified facility that experiments on children and
babies, then trains them to become emotionless killers.
Ripped
from their families, sold, stolen, or kidnapped off the streets, these
children and babies become the tools of the Institute and WLO to
eliminate those that stand in the way of furthering their intergalactic
agenda.
They are the Veiled Eliminators.
We
are unique. We are the best. There is no one on Earth like us, and
there never will be. We will succeed. We are strong beyond belief. We
are the eliminators, and no one can touch us.
Turn about is fair play when death is the hand you have been dealt.
Thirty-three
has no past—at least none that she can remember. Raised by the
Institute from infancy she has been through hell and back due to a
training incident that took her limbs and almost killed her.
Paired
with her cybernetic tiger, Belle, Thirty-three is selected to eliminate
the terrorist, Dominic Durant, and his men, and regain control of the
refueling station on the planet Zahiria. Things go awry when instead of
following orders meekly, she retaliates against the one man she hates
most.
EXCERPT:
Behold the portal.” Schultz gestured at the monstrosity with pride.
She almost snorted. My escape to freedom? That thing? It looks like an oversized ugly picture frame.
They
led her to it, then Rob appeared with Belle on a leash. When the big
cat saw her, she pulled free and bounded toward her. Thirty-three bent
and kissed her on the nose. Belle was wearing her metal armor. Good. She
hated the thought of anything happening to her sweet friend. The
cladding would protect her most vulnerable body parts.
Schmidt
touched her arm, and when she turned to face him, he handed her a small
dagger while throwing a furtive glance at Schultz. “WLO wants
indisputable proof that the terrorists have been terminated. We cannot
allow a phaser, as their bodies would be disintegrated but I refuse to
send you completely unarmed. Good luck, Susan.”
“Thank you,
sir.” Susan gazed down at the knife. The hilt fit perfectly in her hand,
the blade almost four inches long and the edge looked razor sharp. How incredibly magnanimous of you, asshole. It would have been much simpler to use a phaser.
She
increased her chances of being caught by leaving a trail of bodies in
her wake. She sure as hell wouldn’t order Belle to attack a human to
make it look as though an animal mauled the terrorists. The tiger had
never been fed raw meat. One taste of human flesh and blood could turn
Belle into a killer. If that happened, the big cat would have to be put
down. Fuck that.
“Are you ready?” Schultz drew close to her, making her feel crowded.
“Yes.” Susan tried to ignore his nearness and looked at the grey oval, which was now glowing.
In
the center, a mass of what resembled mercury, swirled and flowed, then
merged with colorful darts shooting across it. Rob had left, and Schmidt
went to stand behind the glass partition in the computer room, leaving
Schultz standing beside her. Schultz placed a hand on her arm, lightly
caressing her. That feeling of nausea pooled in her belly. She could
almost read his thoughts by the look on his face.
“Such a
delectable body. It is a shame that you will no longer be with us.” He
dropped his hand, an imperious smile on his face. “Take Belle and step
into the portal.”
Adam
Guimond is a recovering alcoholic and ex-gangbanger newly-paroled.
Through counselling, reconnecting with his Ojibway culture and
twelve-step meetings while in prison, Adam now understands he’s
worthy of the love that frightened him enough to pick up the bottle
he’d previously corked. He can't escape the damage he caused so
many others, but he longs to rise like a true warrior in the pursuit
of forgiveness and a second chance. There's nothing he isn't willing
to do to win back his son--and Bridget.
When an old cell
mate’s daughter dies under mysterious circumstances in foster care,
Adam begs Bridget to help him uncover the truth. Bound to the plight
of the Indigenous children in care, Bridget agrees. But putting
herself in contact with Adam threatens to resurrect her long-buried
feelings for him, and even worse, she risks losing care of Kyle, by
falling for a man who might destroy her faith in love completely this
time.
It’s
been ten years since Emery Matawapit sinned, having succumbed to
temptation for the one thing in his life that felt right, another
man. In six months he’ll make a life-changing decision that will
bar him from sexual relationships for the rest of his life.
Darryl
Keejik has a decade-long chip on his shoulder, and he holds Emery’s
father, the church deacon, responsible for what he’s suffered: the
loss of his family and a chance at true love with Emery. No longer a
powerless kid, Darryl has influence within the community—maybe more
than the deacon. Darryl intends on using his power to destroy Deacon
Matawapit and his church.
Hoping
to save the church, Emery races home. But stopping Darryl is harder
than expected when their sizzling chemistry threatens to consume
Emery. Now he is faced with the toughest decision of his life: please
his devout parents and fulfill his call to the priesthood, or remain
true to his heart and marry the man created for him.
This
is very erotic book about a spiritual journey.
I don’t have any “side stories” but I did dig deep into Mrs. Dale’s backstory since she’s Redeemed’s main antagonist. This is what I came up with for her that I kept on hand for the story, although she never gets a POV, and a lot of the information isn’t included in the novel. I left out Mrs. Dale’s GMC to shorten my blog post.
First and Last Name: Irene Dale (antagonist)
Age and job: 67/68, caseworker for Children and Family Services
Description of the character's personality/hobbies/physical appearance/
traumas or hang-ups that factor into his or her story conflicts:
Irene Dale was happily married but her husband died before they could have children. She never recovered and devoted herself to her job. Her caseload is the Indigenous children. She sees too many of them. She watches the parents mess up time and time again. She is always going to homes to remove children. Because of this, she is prejudice against the Indigenous people. She views them as either good (those who work and pay taxes) or bad (drinking, etc.)
Iren’s very unhappy about how her life turned out. Horace, her deceased husband, meant everything to her. He was the one man who accepted her quirks: everything in order, anal about cleaning, stickler of schedule, always goes by the clock, follows and obeys each and every rule. Irene views the world in black and white. There is no grey.
She has a Sphynx cat because Irene needs a companion during the lonely nights, but she can’t tolerate pet fur anywhere in the house. She still visits Horace’s grave, and wears her wedding band on a chain around her neck. Horace was a childhood friend who was always picked on by the other kids, and Irene always intervened, standing up for Horace because he couldn’t stand up for himself.
She loves to knit and read. Her favorite pastime is her after-work evening walks to Reggie’s Donuts where she likes to sit, read her newspaper, and drink tea at a table.
She is reed thin. Sharp features. Grey hair pinned into a French roll. She wears a chignon for more informal settings.
As Kyle’s caseworker, she’ll do everything possible to stop Adam from obtaining care of his son, because Irene knows if he begins looking after Kyle again, the boy will be another Adam—a gangbanging, drunken, in-and-out-of-prison drain on society, but Adam’s determined to win, and Irene fears if Adam gains Bridget on his side (who has a lot of backing in the community, her church, and through the Indigenous Women’s Alliance), Irene will fail, and she’ll do everything possible to make sure she doesn’t fail.
Irene can’t handle failure. She views losing Horace to heart disease as a failure since she couldn’t keep him alive.
An
Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with
her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes.
When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the
flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush,
teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye,
or sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful
memories with the people she loves most.
Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie?
This has to be my first and most popular book, Mistela. It took me more than a year to write and perfect this book, and gees, my brain ached during that year! I have since written fourteen books, and I am equally emotionally attached to all of them, but…Mistela? That book will always hold a special place in my head and heart. That’s where it all began, and I think it would translate perfectly from words to the big screen. I live in hope that it will happen one day.
Complete this sentence for me. Writing is... First and foremost a crazy experience, and one you have to be absolutely determined to pursue and succeed in! I sent my first book to about 40 publishers and literary agents and got turned down by all of them. I had balls and guts at the time and I refused to accept their judgment and decision so I kept on trying. Then I struck gold with eXtasy Books who specialize in the type of genre that I write in (MM romance). Fourteen books later it is now a question of when the fingers connect with the mind. I plan things—plots, stories, etcetera, in my head, but when the fingers take over something else comes out. (Chuckles) I can’t complain though. I think my subconscious takes over and I am always happy when it does. I go into a "zone’ when I’m writing and I have to be in that zone or I write a load of… Being a writer is not easy, but I love it, and I don’t have to do it for financial reasons. I do it for the love of being given the opportunity to be creative and express my inner being and thoughts. I get so much joy and satisfaction from it, and I hope you all will when you read my books.
Mistela
Men
in Love and at War Book 1
by
LJ Collins
Genre:
M/M Paranormal Romantic Suspense
When
the cruise ship Luke Ganes is working on sinks off the coast of South
America, he thinks he has met his watery grave. Regaining
consciousness, he finds himself in a different world that defies the
laws of both nature and gravity. With the help of his saviour,
Girufu, he slowly comes to terms with his new environment and learns
to love his new home, Mistela. When he hears about the evil Taronas
and their quest to slay the Pescamans, he develops a plan to save his
newfound friends from their brutal attacks. As time passes, Girufu
proves to Luke he is the lover Luke has always been looking for. But
when Girufu pushes Luke to the limits of his sexuality, he panics and
begins a desperate journey, seeking a way back to Earth. His
arch-rival Janus convinces him he can help. Only love and a cunning
plan can save him from certain death.
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Luke had died and gone to Heaven. A silver-white planet hung in the mocha-violet sky like Earth’s moon—but this had to be Heaven’s sun, because the blistering light made him squint. Its heat was strong like a man’s touch. Bubbly champagne waves crept up the shore, and a thousand glistening fairies danced their way back to the calming sea where silver angels floated effortlessly on the surface. Luke had to examine the tall arching palm trees that adorned the shoreline more closely. Their leaves! They pointed up, as if the world had been turned upside down. Was that Heaven? Was it a world of opposites, where there was a moon for the sun, champagne for the salty ocean water and leaves that ran from the sand? He closed his eyes to a spinning darkness and it frightened him—as if he’d slipped into a bad dream. Like smelling salts, gardenia mixed with magnolia filled his nose and his eyes shot wide open again. Nothing had changed. He was still in an upside down world. The waterfall behind him confirmed it. Upon closer inspection he noticed it was travelling upward. As he squinted to focus more closely, he saw a lake floating above the waterfall, seemingly weightless, like a cloud suspended in thin air. Had he been drugged? No. No, he hadn’t. He’d died and gone to Heaven, surely? He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, reached out to his right and stumbled across a wooden rail. He took a double take. A wooden rail. With wide alert eyes he quickly scanned his surroundings. He found a rectangular wooden hut that was held together with string. A bowed wooden floor greeted his feet and a roof fabricated from palm tree leaves shielded him from the sun. The greying rail creaked as Luke pulled himself to his feet. Sun-bleached honey-coloured straw chafed the bottom of his feet and toes. Where the hell was he? Luke clung to his head as if he’d been hit hard with a hammer. Of course—the cruise ship. He’d been on a cruise ship that had sunk. Every hair on Luke’s body stood on end. He could be anywhere. Life drained from his body. His legs trembled and buckled, causing him to stumble forward. He grabbed hold of the twisted, cracking rail with both hands. Once he regained his balance he breathed in sharply, pushed himself up using what little strength his arms could offer, and turned around. The rest of the hut resembled a sitting room. In the centre, a rough chunk of mahogany tree trunk twenty inches high served as a coffee table. Surrounding it were four lengths of tree trunk, three feet wide and five feet tall, that had L’s carved into them to provide oversized bucket seats. In the far left hand corner, he could see a counter that was supported by wonky tree branches held together with string. Luke breathed out sharply and covered his mouth with his hands. All he wanted was the answer to one question. Where was he? The answer he had in his head almost brought tears to his eyes. Based on the landscape and colours, it didn’t look or feel like Earth. When he heard someone or something moving behind him, Luke jolted forward so violently he fell to his knees. “Hey, little man, there’s no need to be so nervous. I only wanted to welcome you to Mistela.” When he turned around and saw what was walking toward him, Luke tried to scramble to his feet, but his under nourished and lethargic body would not let him. The best he could do was shuffle his way to the far end of the room on his hands and knees as fast as his cumbersome body would take him. He grabbed out with both hands to find something solid, something that would offer him some support, but loose straw just crumpled in his hands. Wild eyed, his gaze darted to his right. He acknowledged a dense forest deprived of light that led to who knew what. Beyond that was a never-ending sea that would surely be his next watery grave. An eight foot tall hulking giant, wearing what looked like a bronzed wet suit, stomped toward him. The wooden floor groaned beneath him with every footstep. Luke’s arms and legs lashed out involuntarily trying to find an escape route. But when the Herculean creature stood directly above him, he froze. Desperately, he quickly surveyed his predator. Bulking shoulders that supported a thick bulldog neck craned forward, bringing the narrow almond face, aquiline nose and small elongated nostrils closer into view. Luke let out a sigh of relief. At least it had human-like features. Perhaps it had the mentality and attitude of a human, too. He breathed in sharply when he saw the flat, pinned backed ears, wavy lips and flaps of folded skin on his neck. Its green eyes and oval yellow pupils mesmerised Luke. He felt like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move despite knowing it was about to be annihilated. Luke was consumed with helplessness. Even if his drained body was capable of running, he would not have known where to run. He was in a strange place that he did not know. More worrying was the fact he’d no idea what else might be out there. If the creature towering above him was eight feet tall, what other giant monsters or beasts were out there waiting for him? He had to accept that since he was only five feet eleven inches tall, this being would be able to catch him within a matter of seconds and crush him into pulp if it wanted to.
The
12 Gods
Men
in Love and at War Book 2
What’s
in a dream? Maybe nothing or everything. There’s certainly more to
it when the same dream keeps recurring and can’t be ignored.
Justin’s best friend Lucas suspects it has something to do with
their upcoming holiday to Mykonos. He predicts something strangely
wonderful is going to happen to Justin while they are there. But
nothing could prepare Justin for what was in store for him.
When
The 12 Gods fear that humans have learned to think for themselves,
diminishing their Godly powers, four Gods are sent to Earth to find
out what is really going on. Hesodo is particularly keen to go, but
to accomplish a completely different mission—to find Justin and win
him back. When Justin has a tragic accident, there is only one
option, which results in Justin finding out more than he bargained
for about his past love and history, teaching him that dreams should
never be ignored.
Coming
from an underprivileged background in the East End of London,
Berkeley sets himself the challenge to escape poverty and do well for
himself. Armed with a good brain and determination, he succeeds and
wants for nothing, but there’s a bitter price to pay. Now the
challenge is with himself, and he escapes to the quiet of Tenerife
for love, only to lose it promptly. What now? With no career or
prospects in the unfamiliar country, what is Berkeley to do? He
decides to set up business opening an art gallery, yet knows nothing
about art. Comical disasters, veiled threats and visitors of a
spiritual nature, believing that he’s to be served up to the Devil
himself ensue. The whole experience pushes Berkeley to limits he’s
never encountered before, and he learns the hard way that what goes
around really does come around to haunt you. Only love and true
friendships can bring him back to the real world.
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After
the distress of dealing with a failed relationship and business, life
starts to look up for Berkeley when he finds new work and discovers
the joys of gay chat sites. When he meets a captain from the US Army,
based in Iraq, his hopes of love and a bright future rise. After
several months, the captain asks Berkeley to do him a special favour,
so he can retire from the army and spend the rest of his days with
him. Berkeley reluctantly agrees, but when the favour results in him
having to part with his hard-earned cash, he is left with no other
choice, but to go to the police. Captain Frances comes to his rescue
and what starts out as a professional relationship quickly turns into
a lot more as they uncover a major internet scam and strive for
justice to be served.
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Wherever
Berkeley goes, or whatever he does, drama follows. Having recovered
from the ordeal of being the victim of an internet scam, his life
returns to normal working at a five-star hotel selling VIP vacation
club memberships to wealthy clients, and being with the love of his
life, Captain Rick. That is until he finds Rick cheating on him with
a woman. Feeling sad and lonely, Berkeley is enticed by the prospects
of high earnings and a jet setter lifestyle when he’s approached by
one of his clients to be a high-class escort.
Whilst
he revels in being treated like a prince, he has to accommodate some
strange and unusual sexual requests, and before long he’s caught up
in a web of espionage between a transport conglomerate and a client
who is developing a futuristic technology that will change the future
of transport forever. Only Berkeley knows how he’s going to weave
his way out of his new-found problem.
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Berkeley
is set for life after providing his Royal Services and decides to
travel to London to visit his friends and family to cheer him up.
There he has a raunchy chance encounter with a stranger on a train
who he meets again in unsuspected circumstances. In between all the
wild sexual antics, Leonard takes Berkeley back in time to a
spiritual world of religious communes, demons, exorcisms, and Ouija
boards that proves to be enlightening, unnerving, but most
worryingly, life threatening.
When
Berkeley returns to Tenerife to discover his gardener has had an
accident, he enlists the help of a local beggar, a Moroccan man
called Mohammed, to service his garden and him. The sadness and
mystery of Mohammed’s past gradually unfolds, and when Berkeley
tries to do the right thing to help him, he is confronted with the
reality of Mohammed’s dark and chilling past.
Two
different men spell double trouble for Berkeley, but he has never
shied away from a challenge—or a gorgeous man—and he’s not
about to now.
Two
things are still plaguing Berkeley—the unexplained and strange
disappearance of Leonard, and the possible outcome of Mohammed’s
retrial for a manslaughter charge. They say bad things always come in
threes, and in Berkeley’s case that belief is no exception. When
Berkeley gets a call from one of his best friends from London, Paul,
his dose of bad karma is completed when he discovers Paul’s younger
brother, Kenny, has been killed in a tragic car accident. Berkeley
does his best to pacify Paul and stop him from going through with his
ludicrous plan. In exchange, Berkeley has to agree to go back to
London for the Trade reunion party. Berkeley and Paul have the time
of their lives, but when dawn breaks and the party’s over, all hell
breaks loose.
Berkeley
and Paul are excited about attending their first gay rodeo in Denver,
Colorado. Even after a tiring fourteen-hour trip from London, the
bright lights and prospect of meeting some horny cowboys
instinctively draws them to Lower Downtown, where things aren’t
exactly what Berkeley had expected. Whilst Paul revels in throwing
himself at every available man in any bar or at any rodeo event,
Berkeley has different expectations. Beyond his wildest hopes and
dreams, Berkeley meets Nantan, a Native American, who sweeps Berkeley
off his feet. But Berkeley discovers there is a lot more to Nantan
than meets the eye.
While
Berkeley is waiting at Gatwick airport for his transfer flight from
Denver International airport to Tenerife, he convinces himself the
dream he’d had on the plane was more than just a dream. Battling
against rational thoughts and raw emotions, Berkeley follows his gut
instincts in search of the Native American, Nantan. Curious and keen
to understand more about Nantan’s life as a wolf, Berkeley gets a
lot closer than he expected to finding out what it’s really like.
Love conquers all as Berkeley escapes a close encounter with death
that cements his future with Nantan.
Berkeley’s
high spirits are dampened when he opens his world up to three
relative strangers and is confronted with a series of macabre
happenings. When things get out of hand, Berkeley turns to his
ex-partner, Captain Rick, to help unravel the mystery of what’s
happening and why. Berkeley’s gardener, Rene, a Santeria Priest, is
the obvious suspect. But is he too obvious and being set-up? Jacob,
an author, has the creative mind to develop and execute such a
cunning and sophisticated plan. Nantan has inside knowledge and the
opportunity. With another few suspects thrown into the pot, Berkeley
and Rick have their work cut out before time runs out and death
strikes again.
Born
and raised in London, Lee worked as a successful senior management
consultant before moving to Tenerife to pursue a more fulfilling life
and to focus on his writing.
For Lee, the writing process is all
about when the mind and the fingers connect. He plans stories in his
head, but when the fingers take over, something else comes out...but
invariably, he is happy that he let his fingers do the talking.
He
works with an amazing team at eXtasy/Divine books who inspire and
encourage his writing. He calls Jay Austin, the Chief Editor in
Charge, Laura McNellis, his editor and Carmen Waters, his
artist, THE DREAM TEAM. No further explanation required...
