Sneek Peek at April lineup…warning some adult content

We hope you’ll join us on Tuesday, April 7th at the Eternal Press Author’s
group where we’re holding a launch party for these books to be released that
day.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EternalPressReaders/

April 09 titles

Hope Springs Eternal

by Ginger Simpson

eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-62-3

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-70-8

Excerpt:

With Chloe nestled at her feet, Hope settled back at her desk, relieved to

have her annual exam behind her. Now she had only to wait for the test

results before taking a deep breath. She prayed for no unpleasant

surprises.

After adjusting her headphones, she reached over to push the start

button on the recorder, but paused. Visions of Dr. Carlson flashed

through her mind. Those eyes, the slight dimples when he smiled. He

possessed masculine qualities that would make a nun consider changing

her faith. At least Hope would, except she wasn’t Catholic. There was

something about the man that drew her like a magnet.

At first she wondered if perhaps it had to do with the fact she’d gone

without sex for so long, but that wasn’t it. If she’d been intimate ten

minutes before she saw him, she’d still be attracted.

Sister Margaret

by Rhonda Parish

eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-63-0

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-71-5

Excerpt:

Xaphan had a lot of minions-a lot. They swarmed on Bayne like flies on

shit, a living wave of fists and feet, all determined to bring him down.

None of them reached him. His face, contorted by battle fury, looked

every bit like a demon, all trace of humanity erased. He moved the

sword as though it were an extension of himself, each movement

calculated to destroy as many of his foes as possible. Within minutes, the

roar of battle subsided to the whimpering of wounded and Bayne’s once

white hair was stained pink with blood. An occasional cut ripped

through his shirt; one or two even managed to draw blood. But in less

than ten minutes, he’d reduced the vampire’s army to a pile of mangled

corpses and unidentified gore.

I entered as he replaced his sword in the scabbard strapped across his

back, careful to watch my step lest I slip on the blood and goo and find

myself covered in things I’d rather not contemplate. From a far corner,

buried in shadows that mortal eyes couldn’t hope to penetrate, the

distinct sound of feminine sobs could be heard. The leech had hostages

after all. Good thing I’d decided against the fireball.

A Gift of Love

by Wendy Stone
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-64-7

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-72-2

Excerpt:

“My Lord,” she said, her words almost whisper soft and breathless with

nervous anticipation of his reaction. “I…I need to ask something of you.”

Christopher sat down his fork, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and

gave her his full attention. “Whatever I can do, Danielle, you have but to

ask,” he said simply and with a gentle smile.

Danielle could hear David’s insidious voice in her ear, his words of

previous wives and the horror of her husband’s perversions making her

even more nervous. And confused. His actions with her, his manner had

been kind and gentle, not that of a horrible beast who planned

abominable things that she couldn’t even imagine.

“What is it, my Lady?”

“I… I don’t want to share your bed.” The words blurted from her

mouth quickly and without thought. As soon as they were spoken, she

wished she could call them back. She saw the look in his eyes grow

bitter, and he stared down at his gloved hand with animosity. Did he

think his scars were….

“No, Christopher. Oh, God, no, it’s not that.” She flew from her chair
around the small table until she knelt by his legs,looking up at him. “I
just mean, we have only just met and don’t knowhow we will deal with the
other yet. A few days, time for both of us to

grow accustomed to the other.” Her hand reached out and touched his

face, her fingers gentle on his unscarred cheek. “Can you not give me this,
Husband?”

Homecoming

by Regina Paul
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-65-4

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-73-9

Blurb:

Crew left his older lover Eagle to go into space, realizing his lifelong

dream. He was not ready to settle down when Eagle wanted to make

their bond formal. Eagle, a professor, has no use for space faring. Crew

knows Eagle was deeply hurt and angered by what he believed was

Crew’s desertion.

Now Crew is back. He’s not sure what kind of homecoming he will

find. Will the man who still holds the keys to his heart and desire make

him welcome or only tease and then reject him in revenge?

The Wood

by Andrew Richardson
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-66-1
Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-74-6

Excerpt:

“The omens are not favorable to your quest.”

“That’s bullshit.” Darren responded to the Arch-druid’s words by

placing his hands firmly on his hips. He glared from face to face, as if
daring

anyone to disagree with him.

The withered old man gave a heavy sigh and raised his blood-splattered

hands to the ceiling once more. Drops fell to the straw as he spoke through

his red-tinted beard. “But I have sacrificed a lamb and divined the omens

from its entrails-”

“You might still believe that claptrap. But Kath and I have proved in our

book, that sort of thing never really happened.”

Mandi gave a quiet gag as she clutched her holdall against her chest.

“But I have asked Dana, Lady of the Earth, and Balor, Lord of the

Shadow World, about the success of your visit to their realm.” The

bloodied old man’s voice was quiet but firm.

Authoritative, Kath thought. But he actually believes this, she realized,

feeling the knot that the mead had loosened retighten in her stomach.

“Danger will be your companion should you choose to undertake your

journey.”

“Cool,” Aaron muttered.

Darren’s eyes narrowed. “So, I’ve come all this way, into the middle of

nowhere, to take part in this adventure. And now you’re saying I can’t

because some dead sheep has a gammy stomach?” His fists clenched at the

side of his body. “Give me strength,” he muttered.”

Now, dear boy, I don’t think there’s any need to get excited,” Max said.

The Arch-druid’s face remained tight, the hearth-fire giving his greying

eyes a burning light that complemented the sheep’s blood splattering his

features. “With nine of you, protected by your number, the gods may have

been prepared to overlook the omens. But you lack the safeguard of the

sacred triple three. You are only twice three.” He shrugged, the gesture

seeming to Kath to be out of keeping with his imposing stature and scarlet
tinted

flesh.

The Sarran Plague

by A.C. Katt
eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-67-8

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-75-3

Excerpt:

“Thirsty,” she whispered. Then a strong, gentle hand lifted Anya’s head.

She nuzzled closer, breathing deeply of fresh linen, vanilla, and man-

definitely man.

“Drink, Pa Mici, drink,” a deep basso voice rumbled.

Anya’s eye caught a snapshot of dark blue eyes, tousled midnight

black hair. A thin white scar traced along the outline of a square jaw. Her

vision was fuzzy around the edges. The hair on his muscled arm tickled

across her back. His palm cupped the nape of her neck, supporting her

head. The thumb stroked downward. She trembled, leaning into the light

caress.

The thick fingers of his other hand curved around a filigreed silver

tumbler with maroon and gold swirls.

“Please, thirsty,” Anya mumbled as her lips pursed round the

proffered straw.

“Careful, Pa Mici, lips that shape beg a kiss,” the deep voice

murmured.

The juice flowed through her mouth and down her throat, easing the

dryness. Voices in her mind, one was here, the basso. The other, a

baritone, was close by. The vibrations sang sweet music to her sex.

Anya’s skin flushed rose. She reached up and traced a finger along the

thin scar.

“Your skin is exquisite, Pa Mici. Do you feel us yet? ” His soft, mobile

lips swept light kisses across her cheek and nibbled at the corner of her

mouth.

“Name?” she insisted, sticking out her lower lip, her mouth in moue.

“Jonal. Rest now,” the voice soothed.

“‘Tis such a good dream,” Anya whispered, as she grabbed his arm.

“Please, don’t make me wake up.”

Rome’s Perfect Boy

By Alex Fox

eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647-69-2

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647-77-7

Excerpt:

Hurry up and buy me!

Bargaining began between two matrons, but the women were

stopped by a tall, lean man with short dark hair; he looked like a

centurion to me even though he was not in his armour. I took eyes with

him, as I should not, but I was so hot standing here, sweating a rivulet

down my naked chest. The man eyed me very carefully. I saw him go to

speak to my old master and begin bargaining a price. I could not hear

them over the noise of the slave market, but my heart began to race with

excitement.the tall man was so handsome and lean, muscled and

powerful to look at. Yes, I was sure he was a centurion, for he carried a

military bearing about him.

And he wanted me.

He bargained strongly, forcefully, and solidus coins were given out to

my old master-how much did I sell for? I saw my old master smiling

and laughing, so, I must be a good price for him. And I almost wept

when he went off to sign the selling papers and not once did he look

back at me. He had owned me for years, and now, not even a goodbye

glance.my eyes filled with tears of sorrow, and a fly settled in the

corner of my left eye and I squinted it away. The tall man came for me.

My heart raced when I took eyes with him again. So handsome! Oh.so

handsome.

The Golden Hour

Eliza Crowe

eBook ISBN: 978-1-926647- 68-5

Print ISBN: 978-1-926647- 76-0

Excerpt:

Sarah doesn’t mind the heat. She sits on the terrace of Il Fortuna, a small

café pinched into a corner of Old Nice, the same corner she sat in twenty

years ago. The café is mostly unchanged except for the large green

awning protecting the terrace from the oppressive sun. The old town has

a haunted, run-down feeling. Paint peels off its walls. Yellowed dust

cloths cover the furniture. The few people who still have business here

flit through the shadows of the afternoon like wraiths. Brightly colored

scarves protect their faces. Their footsteps ring out on the cobblestones,

an echo of when metal-shod horses cantered through the streets.

From the terrace, Sarah listens for these footsteps thinking, “Is that

him?” She tries not to peer down the winding lane, but inevitably gives

in to nervous curiosity. When it turns out not to be her date, she sits back

heavily in her chair, fiddles her napkin and checks her teeth for stray

lipstick in a cosmetic mirror.

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