A thank you to everyone who deserves one! Back now that the heat isn’t trying to fry me! #RRBC #IAN1 #IARTG #SupportIndieAuthors!

Soo….I’ve been avoiding Twitter and a few other social media sites while this heat wave carries over. Because of my computer frying last year in the heat, I’m so afraid to have the same thing happen with my laptop.

First I want to thank Amanda Muewissen (again), because she deserves it! You guys should check out her series, The Incubus Trilogy, if you’re into m/m romance stories. I don’t know where she finds the time to wear all the hats she does, but I’m thankful she’s awesome enough to do it.

Next, I’d like to thank the editors behind the scenes. I’m sure with my writing there’s a need for more than one of them. Just know that I appreciate every single one of you!

The narrators of my series, Eliza Enea and Michael James Thompson. You both have done a fantastic job reading my works. Eliza, your voice fits Everyone Dies At The End perfectly to me. And Michael, I couldn’t imagine anyone else voicing Urban Punk and carrying the voice of the writing through.

Then there’s the wonderful people of the Independent Author Network, the RRBC, and Indie Author Retweet Group. These are great, cheap, services if you’re an author looking for the best retweet groups.

Of course, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the other awesome retweeters. BookBoost, IndieBooksBeSeen, and of course Philipsmith.eu. These are the true saints of the twitter world, as they love to help and retweet at no cost to you!

Next is the Book reviewers/bloggers, of which 19! have already reviewed Everyone Dies At The End. That only leaves me with 81 more to go before next year, and it won’t be possible without you guys!

The authors that have submitted their books to my blog. If I’ve told you I’ll read it, I’m slowly working the list down. I thank you for the reads, good or bad, and know that I support you in your endeavors to become a bestseller.

And last, the other Mods of Support Indepentent Authors. These guys I see on a daily basis work their butts off for our growing community of Indiependent Authors.

So thank you Ann. How you manage to read so many books, write, and help your husband with his work all while taking care of a 2 year old, I’ll never understand.

Thank you V.m. Of the eloquent prose, and tireless research. May the corporate overlords fall to their doom, leaving you much free time to write.

Thank you Dwayne. Just a laid back guy, who likes to keep things simple. What else can you say about him. (Oh yeah, he’s written a ton of shorts, too.)

Thank you Christina. I think you do the most policing of the board. A thankless job, that probably has you painted as a villain, but someone has to do it! Just know we other mods see, and greatly appreciate it.

Thank you B.B. Your cheerfulness is just plain infectious! I’m still hoping one of these days I can get you to paint me a portrait of Lovonian.

Thank you G.G. A woman all over GoodReads, but in a good way. Spreading encouragement and goodwill everywhere, what more can people ask for.

And thank you Anthony. He may be our newest mod, but he’s been in the thick of it for awhile now.

There’s just one last group of people to thank. And that’s you, the readers who come to the blog on a regular basis. Hopefully the heat index is going to cool some, so I don’t have to worry about my electronics! But either way, know that you all are in my thoughts with nothing but well wishes. You guys all rock! #SupportIndieAuthors!

Brain to Books Blog Tour J. Johanis!

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Fast Facts

Author: J. Johanis
Genre: Dark M/M Fantasy-Erotic Romance
Book: Claimed by the Order of the S-Gods series


J. Johanis writes dark m/m erotic fantasy, and enjoys plots that are historical or myth-based.


Claimed by the Order 3DYoung and eager to join the social playground of the gods, Marduk enters his first day of college at the exotic mountain retreat at the Temple of Power. But he swiftly falls into the clutches of a secret order. Confronted by the powerful gods who wish to claim him, Marduk is defenseless. His only way out: to lure another virgin god into the Order.
Content Advisory: Sex, violence, non-con, & abuse.

Review by Kim Rosen

I read this book in 7 hours. At first I was worried because I don’t generally read books about Gods/Immortals. However, I was quickly hooked by the main character and his goddess friends.
The storyline is great, enticing and very different. The setting was believable in a magical way. Everything seemed so rich and elegant. I pictured the Goddess’s as stunning beauties and the God’s handsome and powerful.
I personally would have liked for it to have included more details of the sex scenes and a few more punishment scenes, but that’s just my kinky reading preferences which I cannot fault the book for.
Absolutely loved the ending.
I am hooked and will definitely read any subsequent books that come out.


Sexuality Class at the Oasis Pool
For today’s exercise, we will begin with the most basic element: the kiss.” Isis smiled and turned toward Marduk.
“Come forward, Marduk.”
Marduk’s heart leapt and he moved to the middle of the pool before Isis.
“Young Marduk, your reputation for being a fascinating lover precedes you, but I intend to take you out of your comfort zone. It appears you have no fear when it comes to the ladies, but what is your experience with gods?” Marduk stared at Isis, his voice catching in his throat.
“I don’t really have experience.” Marduk wanted badly to steal a glance at Aya, but he kept his eyes on Isis, suppressing the temptation.
“Aya-Zaqar, come forward,” Isis said, still not breaking her stare with Marduk. Heat flushed into Marduk’s face, and blood rushed to his groin. Isis was going to be his undoing. Marduk sank lower in the water and turned to watch as Aya waded toward them. Seeing the pink in Aya’s cheeks made Marduk even harder. By the time Aya stopped before him, Marduk’s heart was beating out of his chest.
“Marduk, I want you to demonstrate a kiss for the class. Please give us a glimpse of the passion and intensity that you are known for.”
Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, Marduk pressed up against Aya’s body, slid his arms around his waist, and drew him in. Aya gasped, his eyes growing wide as Marduk smiled down at him.
Never had he imagined touching Aya before an audience, but he wanted this god more than anything. He ran his hand up Aya’s slender back and slid his fingers into Aya’s long hair. Then he leaned into Aya, claiming his mouth. When Aya opened up for him, the taste of peaches invaded Marduk’s senses, and a surge of warmth pulsed through his body.

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Brain to Books Blog Tour Marco Marek!

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Fast Facts

Author: Marco Marek
Genre: Fantasy
Book: Hyperearth


Marco Marek (2)Marco Marek was born in Turin, Italy. He always had a fervid imagination and a passion for fantasy stories, medieval magicians, ancient history, and unexplained mysteries. While he was visiting a castle in Eastern Europe, he had the idea of writing Hyperearth.
Apart from writing, Marco is also a painter and photographer, he likes digital artwork on Photoshop. The cover of Hyperearth is his creation. He loves traveling when he has some free time.


To sign a contract with a publisher


Marco Marek (1)Mary and Martina alone in this unknown dimension, they will succeed to go back home safe and sound? Read it to discover it !


Enticing cover and story, June 24, 2015
This review is from: Hyperearth (Kindle Edition)
The story is as enticing as the book’s cover. It is full of fantasies and creatures. Perfect for children and adults. Mary and Martina, two teenage girls, find a portal in a castle to a new dimension. There they must fight an evil wizard named Sathon. Their adventures are unlimited in scope like the author’s imagination.


Martina smiled and said softly, “Mary, read here. Count Lasky had more than one room for his experiments,” she began, “but they have never been discovered. It is said that there’s a book that reveals many hidden secrets of the Count; one of the most important is how to work the magic using the stone mirrors, which transports the person to Hyperearth.”
“Hyperearth?” both exclaimed.
“I’ve heard of Hyperspace… but never of Hyperearth,” Martina remarked.
“Shhhh,” a few people hushed at the two girls, who then lowered their heads, taking notes.
“According to this text, the book of his magical secrets is hidden somewhere in the room where we were,” Mary said softly. She diligently copied all the necessary information they had discovered, after which the two girls left the library.
“That’s why we didn’t find very much in that room,” Mary added. “If we can find that book, we’ll figure out a lot more.”
“Yes,” Martina agreed. “Let’s review our notes and, if we have to, we’ll return to library.”
“Doesn’t it seem odd that this room has never been visited, or seen by even a few?” Mary pointed out.
“That’s true, but since there doesn’t seem to be much of interest in it, not many people have considered it important. Also, without knowing where the book of magical secrets is…” Martina replied.
“Let’s see if the light still comes out from the hole,” Mary said, taking Martina’s hand. When they arrived to the castle, they noticed there wasn’t the blue beam as there had been before, and nobody seemed to have touched nor moved the bushes.
“I remember this branch was exactly like this, I had left it that way,” Martina observed.
“Maybe we should explore more parts of the castle,” Mary proposed.
“Well, maybe you’re right. Although I don’t think we can see all of the castle, since some areas are closed, but we don’t lose anything by trying,” Martina responded.
The front entry of the castle was massive, with two Gothic towers that over the centuries had darkened with dust and age, and old, menacing statues of gargoyles on the façade.
Entering the reception hall, the girls headed towards the chapel— personal to the Count— and then walked through the wineries. Finding a map drawn on the castle wall, the girls stopped to determine the quickest way to get to the room where they’d been yesterday, and in order to not get lost doing so.
Having reached a long corridor, Mary said, “The notes say that those who find the symbol of the Lasky family somewhere in this corridor will unlock the first clue to opening the door to the room.”
“Well, let’s take a look,” Martina replied, and the two spent a quite a few minutes searching the walls, all to no avail. Just then, Mary noticed something.
“Look at this, the two crossed swords with a rose between the points!”
“That’s true; it’s a bit worn out, but it’s definitely the symbol of the Count. Try moving the swords,” Martina said impatiently. Only, when they attempted to rotate the swords, nothing happened, as the two blades were firmly fixed on the wall.
The girls were disappointed, ready to give up. Just then, an idea struck Martina. “Let’s press the rose.”
Although the swords were unmovable, the rose appeared to be like a button. Martina looked to either side of her to make sure nobody was nearby, and then pushed her fingers down on the symbol of the flower. Suddenly, they heard the sound of locks opening! The girls were ecstatic that they had found the first clue.
“Good,” Mary said. “Now open the door.”
The only problem was they discovered the door in front of them refused to budge. They turned left and found another door a short distance away, which was half-closed.
“Let’s try here, since it’s open,” Martina suggested, but as they entered, Mary panicked.
“If the door stays open now, someone could see us here,” she stammered.
Martina turned around to shut the door, but barely had to touch it before it closed by itself! The girls hastily tried to open it again, but it was useless.
“Oh no! Now what should we do?” Martina said in desperation. It was only then that the girls realized they weren’t in the room with the luminous stone surrounded by mirrors. They attempted to read their notes for directions on where to go next, but weren’t able to find anything helpful.
“At least we’re not in the dark,” Mary commented, pointing to a small skylight.
The tiny room was furnished with desks, two chairs, a cupboard of stained glass, and old pictures, all covered with lots of dust.
“It seems like nobody’s been here in a long time,” Martina observed.
“Yes!” Exclaimed Mary. “Nor do I think we should stay very long! Let’s try to figure out how to get out of this place.”
The girls spent nearly an hour sitting on the floor, contemplating an escape plan. Finally, they both noticed that the chairs, furniture, and upholstery displayed the symbol of a cornucopia.
“Look for the cornucopia,” they both said in unison, hoping to find it somewhere as a means of unlocking the door, just as they had found the swords and the rose.
Searching diligently, they finally caught sight of a door bearing the cornucopia symbol, hidden halfway behind the cupboard.
Mary examined the symbol and said, “It’s made of metal, but it doesn’t seem like you can press it.”


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