Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Slipping the Past

Slipping the Past isn’t just one of my favorite novels that I’ve penned. It’s also my first. Often situations in your life carry over to your book, and Slipping the Past is no exception.
In October of 2010, my husband and I put our house on the market and purchased a fixer-upper, believing we’d have months to fix our new home before the other sold. This was not the case. Even though the market was a buyer’s market and seller’s hell, we somehow managed to secure a contract on our home within days of listing. By the end of the month, we had no place to live. The old dance hall we’d purchased, needed to be gutted, sills replaced, roof replaced and jacked up to have a new foundation poured under it. All our money was invested in that unfinished house.
Here comes the part where Slipping the Past was inspired by my life. We were homeless, out of funds, with no money to rent an apartment. Everything we had was invested in the renovation. In November, the only place we could find to live was my mother-in-law’s unheated, un-insulated  garage. With the temperatures dipping below zero, I wrote Slipping the Past under an electric blanket, sitting on my bed in the middle of a garage. The chill, the sense of no place to go that would be any better, inspired me to pin a tale about a woman on the run, unable to settle in one place or make a home.
And if that wasn’t enough, I needed to challenge myself with an unusual POV and make my heroine rise to the occasion by making her blind. In a futuristic world where humans have evolved to harness parts of the brain that were inactive, Jocelyn Miller isn’t truly blind. She may not be able to see through her eyes, but she does through the eyes of others.
What happens when the love of your life, of many lifetimes comes back to you in the form of someone who’s hunting you, who’s tasked with taking your soul for past life crimes?
Well, if you go to Amazon here: Amazon--Slipping the Past, you can get a copy for only 99 cents! 
I hope you’ll check out one of the most unusual worlds I’ve created and help me celebrate the re-release of one of my favorite novels.


D L Jackson

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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

What’s love got to do with it?

You Belong to Me
(Beyond Fairytales)

Inspired by Grimm tale The Nix of the Millpond

By Zee Monodee

How far would you go in the name of love?
I don’t think anyone really expects to answer this question at any point in their lives.... But when this situation happens, how do you react? Do you ask yourself to what lengths you’re willing to go...or at one point, does this quest take over you and you’re left to wonder what love’s got to do with it all? Do you end up losing yourself in this downward spiral?
Such is the situation faced by Jemima Chhayya at the start of this tale. A Detective Inspector with the London Metropolitan Police, her life is looking like a fairytale come true thanks to the obvious adoration of handsome headhunter Andrew Moran. The day it all turns to custard is their one year anniversary as a couple – one year is more than enough to know somebody, right?
Wrong! Because when Andrew is abducted, and all leads start going cold without revealing anything but dead ends, Jemima is faced with the question of how far she will go to get back the man she loves. Never a wilting flower nor a damsel in distress, she will stop at nothing in her quest.
Secrets burst forth; her life no longer her own as she all but sells her soul to a Mystery Man who feeds her intel about Andrew’s abduction. Jemima thinks she is prepared for anything that might come her way, but the first wall she slams into is a huge, indestructible one...
For, you see, the real Andrew Moran died as a one-day-old baby thirty-four years earlier....
Who is really the man who shared her bed this past year? Could his real identity be the reason behind his abduction?
Jemima should leave matters well enough alone, but she can’t, and she will get to the bottom of this matter, even if it kills her!
Join her on this ride around London’s seedier areas and the East End crime world to discover the truth behind Andrew Moran and his abduction.
“...Sins of the father, they say, but in this case, of the mother. The devil always returns for his pound of flesh, and his price is never less than your soul. ...”
Detective Inspector Jemima Chhayya is no damsel in distress but feels like a princess whenever she’s with her Prince Charming, the handsome Andrew Moran. Their romance is a fairytale come true, their happily-ever-after just behind the door.
Until true evil from Andrew’s past tears them apart, and all hope seems lost.
The princess turns into a huntress as she sets out to find her man and bring him back to her side.
But is she prepared for the truth she will find along her quest in the seedier areas of London’s East End? Starting with the fact that Andrew Moran has never existed?

“Andrew?” Jemima rushed over to the last room down the corridor—his office—and stopped on the threshold.
Obvious signs of struggle littered the tiny room, and the window at the back sported a crack down the middle. What the hell? But something else churned her gut and made her clamp her hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t retch.
In crimson strokes on the wall.
What had happened there? Whose blood? Andrew! Her pulse pounded in her head all while she rushed through the flat, throwing the door to every bedroom open with trepidation that she’d find more blood somewhere. The rooms appeared pristine, but this didn’t alleviate her apprehension; in fact, she grew more and more agitated as she went through the space and didn’t find the man she loved anywhere. She even checked the terrace, hoping he’d fallen asleep outside on a chaise longue and didn’t hear her, the interior being soundproof. In the main hallway, she called out his name, but nothing except the sound of her unusually shrill voice pierced the unnatural quiet.
Her steps brought her again to the small office at the end of the corridor, to stare once more at the graffiti on the wall. A part of her told her to steer clear of the evidence, but she couldn’t resist the other part that made her draw closer and touch the red lettering. Her finger came back smeared with a hint of crimson.
Good grief. It had almost dried, and blood took a long time to solidify. This—whatever this had been—had happened a while ago. Over an hour.
Andrew! Her heart hammered away while she speed-dialed his number again and landed on voice-mail. Dread raced down her spine and soldered her legs to chunks of rock.
She gripped the phone tight, her hands shaking so hard she nearly dropped it. For what seemed like hours, she stared at it, knowing if she called, all this—this nightmare—would be real. It couldn’t be. This wasn’t happening.

From Mauritius with love,


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Monday, July 28, 2014

What's Out There?

by Jessica E. Subject

Do you ever just stare up at the stars and wonder what else is out there in the universe? I do, all the time. Could be why I write science fiction romance. ;) Throughout the winter, I always saw Orion on clear mornings. I can usually spot one of the dippers, and after following the blog posts on, I’ve seen Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and, I think, Saturn.
But it’s what may be beyond our solar system that interests me more. The Keplar mission has found many Earth-like planets, and other larger and smaller that exist in their sun’s “Goldilocks Zone”. The Alpha Centauri system has been a favorite destination for sci-fi authors and to have as the home planet of their aliens. And there are so many others where life just may be possible, including Gliese 581.
For certain stories, I like to look at things from a different point of view. Instead of being the Earthling staring into space, I take the viewpoint of an alien wondering about Earth. In Celestial Seduction, my debut story, my alien comes to Earth, wanting to experience life and love on a different planet. And in my current work-in-progress, which I’ll be submitting to the Beyond Fairytales line, my prince doesn’t come from another planet to find an Earth woman, but the opposite. He travels to another planet to find an alien woman and bring her back to Earth.
Whether aliens will ever travel to our planet, I have no idea. I guess it depends on what our planet has to offer. But the idea gives my muse plenty to work with.

Question: What do you think is the best thing about Earth? What does our planet have to offer an extraterrestrial visitor?

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Celestial Seduction
A 1Night Stand story
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi Romance
ISBN: 978-1613330944

At the end of his obligated commitment to the Space Service, Frey Berger decides to stay on Earth to further experience human emotions rather than return to Ginnun where his intended has already mated with another. Looking for real love and someone to accept him for what he is, Frey enlists in Madame Evangeline’s popular dating service. Although he does not understand the concept of a one-night stand, he hopes to find his perfect mate.
Carrie Cooper’s husband divorced her for someone who could provide him with children, leaving her with little self-confidence and no desire to let a man hurt her again. Her best friend convinces her to join a dating service, claiming Carrie needs to get laid, while not winding up with a broken heart since her date requires no commitment after the night is over.
Although several misunderstandings nearly derail them before the date has even begun, Carrie and Frey end up becoming closer than they ever believed possible. Still, Frey will need to convince Carrie that her perfect mate isn’t human at all, and that one night can lead to a forever love.

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Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

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Friday, July 25, 2014

Drive it like you Stole it!

Available HERE
Hello Decadent people! I’m thrilled to be with you here today to celebrate my newest release, High-Speed Hunger!
Got a hankerin’ for fast-paced, riding the rails romance? Then maybe my sexy Tyrone and tough Eileen will take you on a ride you won’t soon forget!
I love to drive and I have a heavy foot. I enjoy the wind in my face, the back end fishtailing around a corner, and the look of fear on other driver’s faces as I’m barreling toward them on their side of the road. Of course I’m kidding. Although that would be exciting, wouldn’t it? *grins*
I wrote High-Speed Hunger out of my love of driving, and yes I love the freedom of getting behind the wheel and enjoying a drive out in the country, taking in the scenery, and of course, just being alone on the road with my man. I’ll take a road trip over a hot sandy vacation any day. And maybe one day I’ll get to sit in the driver’s seat of a race car and live that one tiny dream.
But until then, I get to live vicariously through my characters…

Eileen Lavoie hasn’t had a moment’s peace in forever. As manager of Ragin’ Cajun Racing, being mother hen to testosterone and ego in coveralls is tough business. Not only did she break the rules and date her lead driver, she’s got a hankering for the new guy…and he’s one sexy Jamaican treat.
      Raised on the track, Tyrone Ellis wants the chance to make a name for himself, and he wants the boss’s daughter in every way possible. One night of unforgettable passion sets the wheels in motion, but will jealousy and competition lead to an unfortunate end?

He closed the distance and removed the bandage with gentle fingers, while she breathed in the intoxicating scent of vanilla-spice and pure man. Everything about him set her body afire. How embarrassing. The boss should be calm and in control, not wet between her legs and fumbling for words.
“No need to be shy, sweet Eileen. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“That’s not what I’m afraid of.” Shit. Why did she have to say that?
Dancing around the subject seemed like the smart thing to do. “So, are you excited about your test drive tomorrow?”
He chuckled—a deep, sensual sound that seemed to flow like silk from his delicious mouth. When his breath tickled her injured ear, she closed her eyes. The subtle heat eased the sting.
“More nervous than anything.”
His body tensed. “I watched my father die in a car crash back home.”
She sucked in a sharp breath and opened her eyes. “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“Was he a racer?”
He smiled broad and proud. “One of the best. Well, the bleeding has stopped.”
“What?” She stared up at him, confused by his last words.
“Your ear. It stopped bleeding,” he said with a crooked smile. “You have a little tear, but you’ll be happy to know you won’t be a one-earring wearing woman.”
“That’s…good.” That’s good? Ugh. I’m such an idiot. A few inches in separation from this big, sexy man left her brainless.
He cupped her shoulder. She glanced at his hand. It was large enough to do harm if he wanted, yet smooth enough to create heaven as well. Jesus. I’m acting like a nervous teenager. “I…um…why did you come down here?”
Ty’s smile was delicious. “I heard the music and had to investigate. I’m glad I did. You put on a great show.”
“When did you leave the tavern?”
“After you. I’m not much of a partier.”
She stared down at his boots, unable to look him in the eyes. Knowing he wasn’t a partier pleased her, considering she always had to babysit Pop and Bobby.
His hand appeared in her line of vision. “Dance with me?”
“An Old Fashioned Love Song” played in the background. “To this?” She giggled, thinking he must be joking. “It’s not a slow song.”
“Why not? I’ll dance with you any day or night, even to this shitty song, sweet Eileen.” His playful smile made her ache to kiss him hard.
The way he said her name with that sexy accent made her skin tingle, too. “Okay.” An instant connection washed through her the moment their hands connected. He reached round and pulled her body close, like he had every right to. Without thought, she drifted into his embrace. Pressing her cheek to his chest felt so natural. Following his smooth guidance, she closed her eyes and exhaled.
It didn’t matter the song wasn’t a slow one. He had a way about him she couldn’t ignore. Everything he did was mesmerizing, calming, and maybe a little protective, too.
All negative thoughts of Bobby faded away, and just the two of them were there, in the garage, holding each other. After a while, she glanced up and smiled. “I can’t remember when I danced last. He never—”
“Shhh…leave him out of this,” Ty whispered. This time, when he leaned in to kiss her, she didn’t shy away. His lips brushed hers, and an instant, needy ache pooled between her thighs. Eileen moaned and allowed herself to be enveloped in his undeniable passion. Never before had a man made her feel so hot from a single kiss.

Until next time!



About the Author:
Shady Grace (formerly known as BL Bonita) makes Northern Ontario her home, where the bush is so thick you can't see two feet past the tree line. Perhaps the mystery of the woods was what initially sparked her need to write. She adores strong alpha males who fall for fiery, independent women, in settings with humorous dialogue and action-filled plots. Shady believes love and sex should be exciting and unforgettable. Being able to write about it is better than cheesecake.