Quotes for frustrated writers

I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
– Douglas Adams

There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.
– Brian Aldiss

A writer should say to himself, not, How can I get more money?, but How can I reach more readers (without lowering standards)?
– Brian Aldiss

The story…must be a conflict, and specifically, a conflict between the forces of good and evil within a single person.
– Maxwell Anderson

When a man publishes a book, there are so many stupid things said that he declares he’ll never do it again. The praise is almost always worse than the criticism.
– Sherwood Anderson

You know how it is in the kid’s book world; it’s just bunny eat bunny.
– Anonymous

Character gives us qualities, but it is in actions – what we do – that we are happy or the reverse….All human happiness and misery take the form of action.
– Aristotle

Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret.
– Matthew Arnold

It is the writer who might catch the imagination of young people, and plant a seed that will flower and come to fruition.
– Isaac Asimov

No one suggests that writing about science will turn the entire world into a model of judgment and creative thought. It will be enough if they spread the knowledge as widely as possible.
– Isaac Asimov

Rejection slips, or form letters, however tactfully phrased, are lacerations of the soul, if not quite inventions of the devil – but there is no way around them.
– Isaac Asimov

To most readers the word ‘fiction’ is an utter fraud. They are entirely convinced that each character has an exact counterpart in real life and that any small discrepancy with that counterpart is a simple error on the author’s part. Consequently, they are totally at a loss if anything essential is altered. Make Abraham Lincoln a dentist, put the Gettysburg Address on his tongue, and nobody will recognize it.
– Louis Auchincloss


“You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.”
~~~ The late Dr. Adrian Rogers , 1931 to 2005 ~~~

What 80’s Karaoke song are you?

Your 80s Song is “Sweet Child O’ Mine”

If you were transported back to the 80s, your life would be all about rock and roll.

You love the free wheeling, wild atmosphere of the 80s – even if there were consequences later on.You think of the 80s as a time of partying hard and letting loose.

Even if you find a lot of the 80s nostalgia to be a bit lame, you truly believe there was no better decade.

Sneak peek at what’s new for February from Eternal Press /Caution some adult content

HI all!
Here’s a sneak peek at the new February titles. They don’t get released until tomorrow.

February Releases from Eternal Press

Here Be Dragons by John B. Rosenman


Science Fiction/Horror, 5,500 words

$2.50 CA .pdf

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-62-4

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-38-8

Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique

Edited by Lauren Gilbert

Copyedited by Toni Kelly

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson


From space, the planet Mira looks safe and peaceful, but mysterious “dragons” slaughtered the fourteen members of the first expedition. Captain Jordan, leading the second expedition to investigate this tragedy, will do anything to avoid more bloodshed.

After their ship lands, they discover a lovely Eden. While there is no sign of the previous crew, soon a deadly snake enters the garden. Crew members start to die in horrible ways, and Jordan fears his officers have been replaced with clever imitations by an unimaginably alien monster with supremely evil powers.

The question is, what will happen when Jordan and the monster finally come face to face?


He smiled. The lieutenant was such a gentle, honest man, that she couldn’t imagine him hurting a flea. With Rob Adams, what you saw was what you got. Unlike other men, he’d never hurt or disappointed her.

Still, if they were caught, their affair would probably bring them both a court-martial. So she had to be careful even with him.

Troubled, she turned back to the scope while his hands gently began to massage her shoulders. One descended and caressed her breast. She pulled away. Ordinarily she would have liked it, but something about him seemed wrong.

“Everything all right?” he asked.

She shivered. “I…I’m not sure. You seem different somehow.”

“Different? What do you mean?” His hand found her breast and started to caress it again.

“I can’t explain it. You’re just…not the same.”

His hand froze. He hissed, a strange sound that made her skin crawl. “No matter how hard I try,” he said, “you never accept me.”

Beyond This World by Celia Jade


Erotic Paranormal, 11,000 words

$3.95 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique

Edited by Stephanie Parent

Copyedited by Erin Cramer

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-65-5

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-41-8


Erin is a rational woman. So when she meets a handsome stranger who literally whisks her away to an unearthly place, the only thing that seems real to her is their night of unbridled passion.


The damp mist caressed her skin as she edged deeper into the darkness, her heels tapping along the cobbled ground.

The door behind her closed quietly.

She felt around with her hands, barely able to see the walls. “Jens? Enough with games-where are you?”

A pair of large hands grabbed her arms and pulled her against a solid frame, making her shriek.

“Shh.it’s me,” Jens murmured against her hair while his hand lifted to cup the side of her face.

Erin’s heartbeat accelerated instantly, forcing air out in tiny gasps. Her fingers unclenched to splay against the soft wool of his jacket, just below his shoulders. Her senses stirred, fully aware of him. His manliness. His scent.

His thumb caressed her cheek. Releasing her arm, he slid his free hand to the small of her back, pressing her closer. “Erin, I want you to come with me,” he said in a deep voice.

“Where?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

“My home.”

Her muscles instantly tensed. “Your home? What-through this tunnel?”

His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth. “It’s just a kiss away,” he replied.

Sparta Rose by Ginger Simpson


Western Historical Romance, 64,000 words

$6.95 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Shirley Burnett

Edited by Lauren Gilbert

Copyedited by Rose Vera Stepney

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-68-1

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-39-5


Roselle can’t quite live up to her flowery name and prefers to be called Ellie. Her plans of one day running her father’s ranch are threatened by a handsome foreman, the dastardly family on the adjoining land. and more surprisingly, her heart.

Foreman, Tyler Bishop, can’t make heads or tails out of Ellie Fountain. One minute she’s a childish tomboy and the next, cooper curls and curves. One thing he’s determined to do, and that’s keep her safe. He’s not sure if he’s doing it because she’s the boss’s daughter or because her feistiness attracts him in ways he doesn’t want to admit.

Romance and suspense emerge in Sparta Rose.


As soon as his gun cleared leather, a blaze of gunfire ensued. With lightning precision, Ty masterfully downed five of the six cans, and re-holstered his weapon. With a cocky smile, he turned to Ellie. “Well, I must have been distracted on that last one, but five out of six is pretty good, seeing as how it probably only took thirty seconds or so.”

Ellie exhaled. There was no denying he’d done a good job. Her heart really started to pound. What if she wasn’t as skilled as she thought? While watching Ty set up six new cans, she mentally pictured her make-shift target filled with holes made by expertly placed shots. The whole time she fought rising nausea.

Ty strolled back. “It’s your turn.”

Her stomach clenched.

“Thanks. I kind of figured that,” she snapped, surprised by her snippiness. This was her idea, not his. She swallowed hard, determined to mellow her tone. “Could you do me a favor?”


“Can you please stand back a little ways?” She motioned over her shoulder. “It distracts me to see you out of the corner of my eye.”

“Sure, no problem.” He backed up a few paces.

The White Dress by Anne Ireland


Historical Timeslip, 7,400 words

$3.50 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique

Edited by Lauren Gilbert

Copyedited by Erin Cramer

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-61-7

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-37-1


Lexie has found the perfect wedding dress, but will it bring her luck? As she begins to see back into the past, things begin to happen. Perhaps she should have left the dress where she found it.


Lexie looked at the dress with a thrill of excitement. It was hanging in a dim corner of the charity shop-and it was exactly what she wanted. The kind of dress she had seen in her dreams. Made of beautiful old lace and fine silk, it had yellowed with age and had rents in the material where it had frayed. Part of the hem had come loose and needed repairing.

”Look,” she said, catching her mother’s arm. “Isn’t that just perfect?”

“Lexie, no,” Mrs Hall said, looking at her in dismay. ”You can’t. You can’t wear that for your wedding to Ben. Whatever would he think?”

“Ben knows I want an old-fashioned wedding. That’s why he is wearing his dress uniform.”

“But there are plenty of pretty reproduction dresses. We saw some in that shop in London. We could go up next week and buy whatever you like.”

Lexie wasn’t listening. The dress was calling to her, begging her to buy it. She knew she had to have it even if it wouldn’t clean up.

“Do you think it is Regency, Mum?” She touched the dress with her fingertips, feeling a tingle right down to her spine. “Christmas wedding. I’ll wear silk Christmas roses in my hair and this dress.”

“Lexie! I always knew you were quite mad-but if it is what you want, I know someone who might be able to make it look decent for you.”

“Bless you,” Lexie said. “But I am going to do it myself.” She knew that if she managed to get the dress, she wouldn’t want it out of her sight for a moment. It was so beautiful and just perfect for her.

Suburban Demon by Laura Herbertson


Urban Fantasy, 19,600 words

$4.50 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique

Edited by Heather Williams

Copyedited by Betty Ann Harris

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-68-6

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-44-9


Life sucks for Liz, a Repere demon from Philadelphia. Banished to the suburbs of South Jersey, she has to clean-up a clan of teenage, zit-faced vampires. If that isn’t bad enough, Max, demon-hater and rival vampire slayer, follows her pointed ears across the Delaware River just to torment her in her exile.

Max has a problem. The love of his life isn’t human. And her recent banishment only makes him think about her more. He finds himself paired with the sexy demon fighting to save horny, high school kids from sharp, vampire fangs.

Together, they stumble upon a heap of undead trouble. A master vampire created a super clan comprised of the oldest, most powerful vampires from Philly, Baltimore, and New York. Liz and Max, the newest vampire slayers in the suburbs, are the number one target.


The sickeningly sweet smell of vampire clung to the wet grass; a scent only her race could detect. Liz stayed in the shadows between the towering houses on Cherry Lane. She slipped between the well-manicured bushes, following her nose as it found the vampires’ trail. Like an airport runway, the small was a beacon to the clan’s latest hangout.

Liz smiled. These suburban vampires were just too easy to hunt. She left the landscaped bushes and the aluminum siding and cut across a freshly cut lawn.

If humans could smell vampires’ pungent odor, then maybe they’d learn to stay the hell away. But no. Stupid young girls bared their necks whenever one of the bloodsuckers whispered sweet nothings to them. Until they came to their senses, Liz would always be on the hunt.

At least tonight was better than most to go hunting. The moon was bright, the air warm, and the usual yowling of stray cats getting their freak on was absent. The glare of televisions glowed through the windows of each house she passed. Families, smart and safe, huddled together on the couch.

Return of the Horny Dead by Rhonda Lee


Comedy, Erotica, 4,600 words

$2.50 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Shirley Burnett

Edited by Ellen Tevault

Copyedited by Sherri Good

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-64-8

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-40-1


During a terrible blizzard Steffie finds a naked man with a Y incision on his chest standing in the middle of her garage. Thinking he’s wandered away from the hospital and is suffering from hypothermia, Steffie brings him into her house and attempts to warm him up. Things get hot alright as Steffie gives her visitor the sexy show of his (un)life and gets a little more than she bargained for in the process.


There was a naked man standing in the middle of my garage. His back was to me, but he was very definitely a man, and a well hung one at that-his legs were slightly apart and I could see his cock dangling down between them. He was buff too, but pale, sort of grey-ish actually, I figured that was hardly surprising since he was standing in my garage nude in the middle of the worst snowstorm in recent memory.

Now, I’m no idiot-I considered the fact that he could very well be crazy, and I did consider just turning around and walking back to my house-but my conscience got the better of me. If he wasn’t dangerous I couldn’t very well just leave him there to freeze to death could I? I figured I had to take the chance, or else I’d never be able to look at myself in the mirror again-and I am rather fond of looking at myself in the mirror.

I cleared my throat to get his attention, which is when I realized that my garage was better insulated than I thought, because even over the howling of the wind, he seemed to have heard me in here. He stiffened up, every muscle in his body seemed to suddenly come alert and his head, which had been hanging down as though he were looking at the floor, suddenly jerked up.

Son of the Sun by L.A. Wilson


Speculative Fantasy, 90,000 words

$6.95 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique

Edited by Diana Rubino

Copyedited by Rose Vera Stepney

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-67-9

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-43-2


The extraordinary Jes Jarldane is under dire contract to his Divine-king as a bounty hunter, one of the king’s chosen ‘Sons of the Son’.

Jes himself is unaware of the massive and secret power hidden within him; a power that will be unleashed when he is sent to hunt down the Divine-king’s missing wife, the King-Maker, Zahra Veeta.

Hunting this elusive prey alone through searing deserts and towering mountain ranges, Jes’ ordeal forces him to confront his true self; a tortured self so powerful and destructive that he will strip away all the falsehoods of the ‘Men of Truth’. He will strip away all that remains of life on Earth, leaving only a long open-ended destiny that mirrors the Eternity of the Sun, the creative power of the Sun, and its ultimate power of destruction. All of this hidden within the body of a boy, the Son of the Sun…


What had happened here? Where were his clothes? Yet when he looked down, he saw he was still wearing a pair of boots. Boots with silver buckles.

Jes now heard a sound from behind. He turned and saw Iden coming to place a cloak around his naked shoulders. The boy was alive, but changed. There was a look on his face and in his eyes that could only be complete and absolute adoration.

Iden placed the cloak gently around his Lord’s shoulders then went down on his knees, bowing his head at Jes’ feet.

“Lord” he said. “You destroyed them.”

Jes answered, a whisper, a tense whisper, “I’m not capable…of destroying anything.”

“You did, my Lord. I am your witness. You destroyed everything here in a blast of heat and fire, all save myself and the heretic woman.”

The red of the sky now faded to a deep turquoise, the date palms black against the near horizon, and the quiet of the desert deepened. There was no sound from the shifting sands. The sand had melted to solid glass under his feet.

Key to Her Heart by Wendy Stone


Contemporary Romance/Thriller, 103,000 words

$7.95 CA .pdf

Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique

Edited by Pam Slade

Copyedited by Valerie Coffey

Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson

eBook ISBN:978-1-926640-66-2

Print ISBN:978-1-926647-42-5


Riley Moore is an FBI agent working her way to the top. She never thought that getting shot would change her career. That is until she found out about the little bundle she was carrying. Now, she didn’t worry about suspects as much as she did how to tell daddy, Dillon Hunter.

When Riley showed up in his Lansing office, Dillon had no idea the bomb she was about to drop on him. Instead, all he could think about was how much he’d missed her and how she felt when he was inside of her. When morning sickness tells the tale, he explodes.

Following her to Texas, they become embroiled in an evil scheme concocted by villain, Sebastian Antonelli. Can they win the day and save their relationship? Can Dillon find the Key to her Heart?


“God, Dillon,” she cried. “What are you doing to me?”

“Loving you, Rylie.” His mouth found the curve of her stomach, licking over the taut muscle, his hands grasping the band of her jeans and tugging them down, baring her needy sex to his eyes and mouth.

Rylie managed to kick off her shoes before he yanked her jeans and panties down her long legs. Half naked, writhing on the desk, Dillon couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her, almost as if he was waiting for her to disappear. With a growl, he lifted her, wrapping his arm around her waist and carrying her over to the small couch he had against one wall. He dropped down on the couch, her legs coming down to straddle his lap. His hand was on her leg, his fingers stroking up her slender thigh, his thumb brushing against the soft curls that covered her sex.

“You are so exquisite,” he growled, sliding his hand to her stomach, his thumb parting the slickness of her lower lips, slipping inside hot wetness and finding the hard button of her clit. “Fuck, Rylie,” he groaned as he felt how ready she was for him, how much she wanted him. “I need you.”

Her hand was at his waist, trying to unbuckle his slacks with one hand. She fumbled, cursing under her breath, finally whimpering his name, staring into his eyes. “Please,” she begged. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Eternal Press Launch Party !

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Title: Eternal Press Launch Party

Date: Saturday February 7, 2009
Time: All Day
Repeats: This event repeats every month.
Location: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders/
Notes: Eternal Press is excited to announce seven sizzling new titles released this month. We invite you to join us for our launch party on the 7th over at our Reader’s email group. Here’s the link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders/

We’re partying all day so come chat with our authors; you might win some free stuff!