Saturday, January 25, 2014

Address to a Haggis - Robert Burns

Address to a Haggis


For my part in today's Burns Night Blog Hop, I write the following with love. So, gather round, bring the shortbread and pour a wee dram while I explain what has been told to me about this poem and this event. A wee word to my American friends...if you can eat fried Southern pork sausage, you can eat haggis. Now, off we go...

Address to a Haggis was written by Robert Burns in 1786 to celebrate his appreciation of the Haggis. As a result Burns and Haggis have been forever linked.

This poem is always begins the evening of Burn's suppers. The haggis is carried in on a silver platter at the start of the festivities.

As it is brought to the table a bagpiper plays a traditional, Scottish melody. An invited speaker then recites the poem before the theatrical and dramatic cutting of the haggis with the ceremonial knife. 

Due to his Scottish Lowlands, or Lalands dialect, (as the Scots still call it today, just like Burns did in his poetry) my late father-in-law was in great demand at Burns Supper events. This blog is dedicated to him, his love of the arts and his devotion to Rabbie Burns. 

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, 


Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.


The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.


His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!


Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.


Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect scunner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?


Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!


But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.


Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis


Thank you for stopping by today! Three copies of Magic in Memphis, my Yule novella from A Celtic Tapestry, the Moon Rose Publishing anthology, will be given to the first three people who comment. Cheers!




Friday, January 10, 2014

The Surrender of Julia (Now and Forever 3) 18+


The Surrender of Julia (Now and Forever 3)




Release Date: December 28, 2013
Publisher: Sassy Vixen Publishing LLC
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Categories: LGBT, bisexual, BDSM, spanking,    
Fantasy, redemption, erotic,
                      Paranormal elements
Sexual pairings: M/F and F/F

  Blurb

L.A. artist phenom Julia Santos appeared to have it all. Her creativity was at its peak and she had her muse and model Jacob Hartley to thank for it. He brought the fire and raw sexuality back to her sculptures and into her bedroom, while her best friend and confidant Carmen gave her a sense of security she’d never felt before.
Afraid of her emerging desire to give herself over completely to Carmen as her submissive, Julia delved deeper into the hedonistic lifestyle she’d come to rely on to help her escape the horrors of her childhood. Her sexual encounters with men didn’t give her the comfort she craved, but led her down the path of self-destruction.
Her behavior caught the attention of the Goddess Fate and her Guardian Angel Daniel. Together they intervene and transport her to the realm between life and death called the Island. There she’s given a choice: stay and wait for her next rebirth, or go back and fight to be with the one who had been there for her through every lifetime.
Will she take the easy way out and leave all the pain behind, or will she choose the long and hard road in order to have her happily ever after with the Mistress of her dreams?

 Story Excerpt

The only way to the beach seemed to be through the sliding doors on the other side of the bedroom. The sound of sea gulls reached her ears as she stepped out onto the deck. A bubbling hot tub sat to her left and to her right was an outdoor kitchen, complete with a grill pit and cushioned deck chairs. Directly in front of her stretched the pale sandy beach. The waves called to her and she practically ran through the sand to get to the point where the water gently lapped against her calves. Julia wiggled her toes into the sand, loving the feel of it slipping and sliding between them. “This is sheer Heaven.”
Then it hit her. The whole confrontation with Jacob and Mario in the condo replayed on fast forward in her mind. She remembered drinking way too much whiskey and then swallowing some pain killers. “Oh, my God!  I just wanted to sleep. I didn’t want to die. This is why I’m here. I’m dead.” She sank to her knees in the surf and sobbed.
“Julia, you’re not dead.” A tall blond man stood before her on the beach. He looked to be in his late twenties, covered in tattoos and sporting multiple piercings. His eyes were what drew her right in. They were the blue green color of the ocean she sat in.   His eyes made her feel immediately at ease.
He held out his hand to her. “Come on. We’ve a lot to talk about and I’m sure you’re full of questions for me too.”
“Where did you come from? I thought I was the only one here.” Julia took his hand and allowed him to help her get to her feet and out of the water.  Goosebumps covered her body, but she wasn’t cold. “If I’m not dead, then how did I get here?”
He laughed. “I’ll answer all your questions, but first you have to give me a chance to do it before you fire off more.”  He wrapped a large beach towel around her shoulders as they made their way back up toward her bungalow. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. I’m the Guardian assigned to watch over you and help you find your way back to the destiny chosen for you by The Three.”
She sat down on one of the deck chairs and beckoned to him to sit next to her. “Guardian?  As in guardian angel?”
He nodded. “My name is Daniel. The Goddess Fate chose me to watch over you and several other people. One of them you know already, Jake Hartley.”
Julia’s eyes filled with tears. “I hurt him so badly. Is he okay? I mean he stormed out of our condo last night. I don’t know where he went.”
Daniel shook his head.  “He was in a horrific accident on his bike. He slammed into the back of a semi—”
“No! He’s not dead. He can’t be.” Julia bolted out of her chair and barely reached the end of the deck before she threw up.
Daniel went immediately to her side, holding her hair out of the way until she stopped retching. “I’m not going to sugar coat it for you, Julia. Jake’s fighting for his life right now. But you need to believe me when I tell you he’s in good hands. His father is my partner and right now he’s there with him and the rest of the family.”
“He wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for me. I did this to him.”  Sobs tore through her body again. She’d never cried over anyone or anything before Jacob. All of it became more than she could take. “Please. Leave me here to die. Take care of him.”
The Guardian wrapped his muscled arms around her and held her against his chest. “That’s not why you’re here. In fact, you’ve been allowed to come here in order for your heart and soul to mend. Then, you have to make a choice.”
Julia wiped the tears from her face and gazed into Daniel’s eyes. “I don’t understand. What is this place?”
“We call it The Island. Basically, it’s what humans would call limbo. It’s the realm between life and death. The ability to come here is a gift given to you by Yeshua, Fate, and Lucius. You have to choose to either stay here and wait until your next life cycle, or go back to face your demons and fight for your chance to be with your soul mate and your chosen destiny.”
“The only person that’s ever loved me like that, the only one who told me he loved me and wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, is fighting for his life in a hospital bed.” Julia managed to get back into the deck chair without having another wave of nausea hit. She curled up in the towel again and wondered if it would be the best thing to stay here and not go back to all the pain she’d caused.
Daniel smiled. “The only one? Think hard. Who’s been by your side through everything? Who has let you pursue all your desires and still loves you unconditionally?”
She smiled through her tears. “But Carmen can’t be my soul mate. It’s one thing to have an affair, but the love we have for each other will never be accepted, especially not in her world as a doctor and hospital administrator.  The religious groups in L.A. would crucify her if our relationship was made public. The hospital Board wouldn’t want to have that kind of publicity. Carmen’s worked too hard to get where she’s at in her career. I won’t be responsible for ruining another person’s life.”
“I understand your fears about that, but you and all those groups have it completely wrong. The Three didn’t create us as just male or female. We are both. Soul mates are just that, mates of the soul. Being a male or female isn’t part of it. Souls have no gender. They’re just pure life force.”
Julia shook her head. “That may very well be true, but after all I’ve done in my life I don’t deserve to have that kind of happiness. Jacob does. Carmen does. But not me.”
Daniel took her hands into his calloused ones. “Why not? If The Three feel you’re worthy, who are you or anyone to judge differently?”


ADULT EXCERPT M/F

“Julia, what on earth are we going to do with you?” Dr. Mario Carlos locked the door to the private hospital room and dimmed the lights. “You know how the nurses love to gossip. Eventually, one of them will put two and two together and figure out you’ve been faking all of these so called accidents.”
“Don’t kid yourself. I’ve not faked anything to get here. You know very well I’ve been preoccupied lately and under a lot of stress. I wouldn’t call these things accidents but more like I’ve been distracted.”
“What? Your boy toy-muse not able to alleviate the stress you have?” He snorted dismissively then turned on the charm once again. “You need professional help and I’ve got what you need right here.”  Dr. Carlos held up a small green vial of pills and shook them in front of her face.
She raised her eyebrows and licked her lips. “I’m not one of your other patients who come here for drugs.”
Mario shrugged. “You had to have a lot of stitches for that gash in your arm. When the local wears off, you’ll wish you had these bad boys.”
“Fine. If it will get you to shut up about it, I’ll take them.” Julia snatched them out of his hand and tossed them into the drawer with her purse. “I don’t need drugs from you and you know it.”
“Call it what you want but sooner or later, you will end up the hot topic around the nurses’ station. Some may even think you’re doing this on purpose to drum up publicity for your gallery.” Mario moved slowly across the room and stood inches from her.
His subtle musky cologne filled her nostrils and set her skin on fire. She wanted him. Now. “Who cares what those nosy bitches think.” She reached out and rubbed his already hard cock through his scrubs. “I need this pounding the hell out of my pussy right now.  So stop talking and start fucking.” Julia didn’t care what anyone else thought and right now, including Jacob. All she could think about was her current lover’s glorious cock filling her to the brim… the one outlet she knew would relieve her of the emotional upheaval the call from her mother set into motion.
Ever since being wheeled through the doors of the hospital, only the anticipation of Mario’s tongue darting in and out of her ass and pussy mattered. Just the flick of his tongue over his own lips made her shiver with delight and soak her thong.
The very same thong the good doctor tore from her body seconds after lifting her up to sit on top of sink in her bathroom. Her fingers wound through his dark wavy hair as his mouth plundered hers, taking her breath away. She loved the power she held over this man. Any time, any place she wanted, he always obliged. Tonight would be no exception.
Of course he kept her waiting a good half hour after Jacob left before he graced her with his presence.
She wasn’t amused by the delay and couldn’t care less if some other patients required his attention. It’d been their arrangement that whenever she showed up, he’d drop whatever and whoever and come running.
Now finally, he sheathed his dick with one of those ribbed condoms she demanded he wear whenever they fucked.
Julia still felt a bit miffed at him, but the feeling of his hands on her bare ass temporarily cleared her mind of all her complaints and the shit with her family.
Mario spread her legs wider, lifting her from the sink as he buried his dick in her dripping cunt.
Julia moaned and sighed as he slowly pulled out and plunged back in repeatedly. Even through it felt fantastic to finally have him fucking her, she wanted more. She wanted to be pounded until she was a quivering glob of jelly. Then maybe the images of her childhood would fade from her mind’s eye again. He knew what she desired and yet continued the slow pace, pissing her off anew. “Stop teasing me and give me what I want. Now!” Julia pulled his mouth away from hers, but not before she bit down on his lower lip, nearly drawing blood.
“You’ll pay for that, bitch.”

* * * *

“Promise?”
He pulled out of her abruptly and spun her around, leaving her hands momentarily braced against the sink. He kicked her legs apart and bent her over, so that her swollen outer lips glistened at him.
She shimmied and shook her hips, trying to entice him to enter her again.
He grabbed the bottle of hair conditioner and squeezed a large amount over the crack of her ass, slipping his fingers in and out of her, stretching her inner muscles to accommodate him. “I don’t make promises, sweetheart. I’m a man of action.” He slid the head of his cock into her ass, feeling her tighten around him and then stretch more. The sensation of her squeezing and releasing his entire member as he continued to glide in was almost more than he could take and nearly made him spill his seed. This time he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of him exploding inside her. Not yet. He had other plans for his demanding lover.
“Oh, now this is what I’m talking about. I love your kind of action, doctor.” Julia panted and struggled to move against him, trying to take control of their session as always.
This time, he wasn’t going to allow it. He was tired of taking orders from her all the time. Just once, he wanted to be the one to call the shots. Tonight would be the first of many where Julia learned to work for what she wanted from him. He needed to hear her beg for a change.
He reached around her and cupped both of her large full breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples roughly as he pulled her up against him. He kept his cock firmly embedded deep inside her ass,
Her anal muscles spasmed out of control and squeezed his dick. Her head fell back against his shoulder as he nibbled along her neck. “Please, Mario.”
“Please, what?” He kneaded her breasts and twisted her nipples even harder, eliciting a whimper from her now.
“Please. Fuck. Me. Fuck me until I scream.” Her breathing became labored and her body trembled in his arms.
He knew she was close to erupting. He smiled and bit down on her ear lobe, bringing out yet another primal moan from her. His cock throbbed in response to every move and sound she made, especially when she talked dirty.  “God, you know I love your filthy mouth.”


ADULT EXCERPT F/F

Julia’s ass burned from the paddle and yet she craved more. She knew her Mistress would deliver the appropriate punishment. She always knew what to do for her to give them both the greatest amount of pleasure. “Yes, Mistress.”  Julia placed her palms flat on the carpet, curled her fingers inward, and gripped the plush fibers as Carmen worked her with the paddle. A few times the edges of the paddle connected with her cunt sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her body, igniting the passion she hadn’t felt in a long time. This was definitely where she belonged, with her Mistress, her true soul mate.
“You’re going to get to know this paddle well, my sweet, but not all tonight. We’ve plenty of time together and I’ve a lot of instruction planned for you.” Carmen slipped her fingers between Julia’s pussy lips. “So wet for me already, kitten. Do you know how much that pleases me?”
“I’ll do anything to please you.” Julia thrust back toward Carmen as her fingers slid over her clit and then quickly withdrew. “Please don’t stop, Mistress.”
Carmen laughed softly as she rubbed soothing cream with her soft hands over Julia’s thighs and bottom. “Don’t you worry, there’s going to be plenty of time for you to come for me, my love. Since it’s been such a long time, your skin isn’t used to being worked, but it will be.”
Shivers flew up and down Julia’s spine. The combination of the heat from the paddle, the coolness of the cream, and the touch of Carmen’s hands became almost too much to take, and yet it was exactly what she needed and longed for from the very start. She felt a tug on her outer lips as the bell clamps were removed and cream worked into the skin where they’d been for the last few hours. Julia moaned again as Carmen spread her ass cheeks and slipped two fingers into her tight opening, coating her with the cream and stretching her with each feathering stroke.
Carmen picked up the crop with the special latex covered handle and bulb at the tip. It resembled a long, thick cock and was in fact, one of Julia’s favorite toys.
Tonight she would be reacquainted with it. Just the sight of it made her body ache with need. The feel of the dildo sliding between her cheeks, sent a flood of her juices down her inner thighs with nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t hold it back any longer and hoped it wouldn’t displease her Mistress too much. A smile slowly formed on her lips thinking about what would happen next if Carmen followed her usual routine.
The bulb of the handle slowly slid passed the initial resistance to embed deep within her. Julia’s clit throbbed in response to the fullness of the crop buried in her ass, and her hips rocked. She ground her pussy into the ottoman, attempting to give her clit some relief.
Carmen wasn’t going to allow it however. “Kneel up, hands behind your back, kitten.”  She helped Julia get up and into position before shoving the crop a little deeper into her. “Now, I’m going to enjoy that hot bath you prepared for me. Keep your hands behind your back, legs apart, and that fake cock right where it is until I tell you otherwise. Are you okay with that or do you need a break, my pet?”
Julia swallowed hard and licked her lips. “I could use a drink of water, Mistress.”
 Carmen held a bottle of water with a straw while Julia drained nearly half of it in three gulps.
“Thank you.”
Carmen kissed her forehead and then her lips softly. “I won’t be long and then we’ll start again. I was thinking of our last session after you visited me today. We had such a short time together then, not enough to really see what both of us were made of. But this time, oh honey, this time we are going to be able to let everything and everyone else go.”



About the Author
As the founder of Sassy Vixen Publishing, Tammy has a lot on her plate. Not only has she established herself as an erotic romance author with Siren Bookstrand, but she's also published two books of poetry and has many more projects underway. Finding time to write and keep up a full schedule as a veterinarian in a very busy practice in the Pacific Northwest has been a difficult task, but one she takes on happily with the help of her husband, “Mr. Vixen.”
Through her website/blog Behind Closed Doors and her blog Not Enough Time in the Day you can get a glimpse into her hectic schedule.  Now she can add Best Selling Author to her resume as her vampire inspired poetry book The Courtship of the Vampyre is one of the top sellers on Omnilit (ARe affiliate).
The love of books of all genres helped her decide to write under four pen names. This way she's able to tell the stories all of her characters wish to tell whether it's the sweet and sensual or hot and spicy. Speaking of spicy, Tammy is also part of the Four Seduced Muses along with three of her Siren author friends. No topic is off limits with the Muses and that's the way “The Vixen” likes it!
Readers can also connect with her and her alter egos through Facebook and Twitter.
  
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Saturday, January 4, 2014

Available!! ALABASTER NIGHTS (The Josie Hawk Chronicles) by Elle J Rossi


ALABASTER NIGHTS (The Josie Hawk Chronicles) the latest from Elle J Rossi is available on Amazon. Grab a copy now! Look at this gorgeous cover. 



Let's take a peek at the Alabaster Nights excerpt:
He’s been following me for two nights now, hiding in the shadows, trailing me as I prowl the streets armed with more blades than a sous chef. Sage was right about one thing. Her brother is of the determined sort. What she didn’t mention is that he’s more than a little odd. He stares at me like he’s trying to steal my soul. Perhaps he simply worries for Sage and wants to know if her new partner is who she says she is. Instinct tells me it’s more than that.
I’m pretty sure he thinks I can’t see him. I’m guessing no one has ever told him that it’s kinda hard to hide when you’re six-plus feet of solid sexy vampire. Said vampire has chosen me as his object of fixation and I’d like to know why. What I do is dangerous, and I can’t afford the distraction. When I think of Keller, the word stable never enters my mind. It’s not easy keeping one eye on my crazy stalker and the other on the rest of Nashville.
Slowing, I take in my surroundings and ignore the cold air as it creeps down my spine. Each breath is a series of smoke signals, rolling toward the dark sky and evaporating into the night. I’ve never been a fan of winter and we’re having a particularly cold one this year. I’ll admit that the decorated trees and wreaths do add a bit of heart-warming ambience to the chilly season.  Not enough to heat my toes, though. As soon as the sun starts shining, I’m heading straight to my apartment to sleep under the hot spray of water in my crappy-ass shower. The sun and I are about to become really good friends. Daylight seems to be my only escape from Mr. Crazy Vampire Dude.
In front of me is the rough section of town, the part of the city slathered in poverty and despair. While crime is rampant there, it’s of the human variety and not my specialty. I’m leaving that particular neck of the woods to the cops tonight. To my right are a handful of bars and restaurants, closed up tight until business hours roll back around and humans roll out of bed. Printer’s Alley is on my left and currently solely occupied by Keller O’Leary.
I see him, watching me intently, almost as if he’s ready to intervene if necessary. Like I need the help. I’ve been doing this for a while now. On my own. I feed off the adrenaline. I live for the hunt. Keller, on the other hand, is beginning to look like he’s a faded tumbleweed about to roll down the street of a ghost town.
Leaning against the wall, he shifts from one foot to the other, either restless or desperate, I can’t tell which. I haven’t seen him feed since the incident with the blonde, and I’ve been watching closely. Almost as closely as he watches me. His dark eyes are full of ghosts. If I cared, I’d ask him what demons haunt him, what has he seen—or done—in his life that makes his eyes so disturbing and calculating. He closes those dark eyes now and I make my move.
“Who hired you to be my babysitter?”
The sharp edge of my knife presses against his jugular. Keller keeps his eyes closed. Even though he’s feigning nonchalance, his muscles tighten in a way that has me on high alert. I can’t afford to be trapped. I’ve seen what he can do when hungry and I’ve probably just roused a sleeping bear. I apply more pressure. Slicing him open wouldn’t kill him, but it would make me feel better.
“I’m not daft, Josephine,” he says in that Irish lilt that makes the pit of my stomach hotter than the glowing end of a branding iron. I haven’t been attracted to anyone in quite awhile. Why now? Why Sage’s brother? 


Elle J Rossi grew up in rural Indiana surrounded by great people, a huge family and more animals than she could count. But the sites and sounds of the world beckoned, so she left her small town to escape into a creative world full of music. As a full time singer she was able to lose herself in a thousand different songs in a hundred different places.
After meeting the love of her life and settling down, she yearned to find a new and fulfilling creative outlet. Overly fond of the happily ever after, she wondered what it would be like to have her own characters lead her down dark and twisted paths. The very first word on the very first page sealed her fate. She'd found a new love. She'd found her escape.
Now along with weaving haunting tales about the journey to love, she's creating cover art for authors around the world and loving every second of it. For fun, she cranks country music to take her back to her roots, and sings karaoke anytime she gets a chance. Her husband, two children, and two cats that rule the roost keep her company along the way and guarantee she doesn't get lost in the enchanted forest. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Magic In Memphis on Amazon!

The novella Magic in Memphis, published by Moon Rose Publishing,  is now available on Amazon. 

Grab a copy today!


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

SEPTEMBER ENDS Excerpt 18+

SEPTEMBER ENDS


Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.

September Ends is contemporary fiction, with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound together by poetry. It reveals the intricate web of passion and desire which entangles Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage. The story is told through Liz Snow’s diary, Jack O. Savage’s poetry, and from letters sent across the Atlantic. Traveling throughout the lushness of a summertime in Tennessee and Georgia, September Ends journeys into the elegance of London’s West End and is finally settled in the countryside of Cornwall, England, a decade later.

September Ends is a story of sin, redemption and salvation through love because love happens when we least expect it.

EXCERPT 18+


ON THE WILD HILL
.
We is the monster made to thrill
Whose arms and legs and guts enmesh
This craven frotwolf in your flesh
Shy innocence we lust to kill
Our ugliness all beauty eats
Such is our appetites and greed
We're in your rampant primal need
You can't resist our raging heats
And so succumb - my succubus
To my ferocious hirsuit will
Your Life's essential surge to spill
To sanctify my hid'ous pus
We promise we will set you free
Though some call me porn-og-raph-y
.
by Jack O Savage
.
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Chapter 6
No Sweeter Dish



LIZ
Mistress. All words of importance must be acknowledged with a capital letter.
I am your Mistress.
PETE
Mmmm I want to fuck you hard. Really let you know I want you.
Baby, I want to watch every move you make. I want to see your eyes look at me when I make love to you.
LIZ
I slide onto your cock
grip it
up
down the shaft, slow
sexy
until you cum harder than you ever imagined in your life
PETE
I had to re-boot. Dammit!
Have I made you happy? Did you cum? Tell me.
LIZ
Yes, you’ve been a very good boy & made me very happy tonight.
PETE
Oh yes, sweet Mistress.
When we meet, can you wear black lace panties for me? Something really feminine. Maybe a lacy little black thong. That would be sweet. Mmmm.
LIZ
You know by now I’ll do anything you want. I wish we could be together tonight.
PETE
Me, too baby. I’m going to sleep now. Sweet dreams, sweet Liz. I need you here with me tonight. I promise I’ll be a very good boy.
Make my Mistress happy. Want to sign in again tomorrow night? I’ll be free for you.

© 2013 Ra Jones Publishing

Available on Amazon - 99 cents for a limited time.

Sunday, December 29, 2013

SEPTEMBER ENDS - Free Today only

SEPTEMBER ENDS
Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.
Grab a copy today of this critically acclaimed contemporary fiction novel blended with poetry. 
Free December 29th only.