AN ELEGANT MASQUERADE BALL

UNMASKED by Carolina Valdez

Coming May 1st

From Amber Quill Press - Allure

If you've been watching, you've noticed that since February 2011, Allure has gradually released masquerade stories you can spot by covers similar to the four here.

The idea was sparked in November, when Trace Edward Zaber, an Amber Quill Press owner and its creative director, posted pictures of various costumes like those on this blog for a Mardi Gras series of stories. Interested authors scrambled to reserve their favorite. The guidelines for the stories were:
Genre: Erotic Male/Male
Heat Level: 3+
Setting: An elegant masquerade ball
Photo: Must be the costumed new lover


Before I could grab it, T.A. Chase reserved what was then my favorite (left). However, my main man's new lover is dressed like the larger photo above, and I confess I've now fallen for that cover--and him--myself.

As the stories have been released, I've wondered if the highly romantic masquerade balls--bal masqués--have been forgotten in an era where we streamline and recycle everything.

According to Wikipedia, the bal masqué was conceived in France in 1394, when participants wearing costumes and masks celebrated a French royal wedding. This didn't turn out well--the costumes of the king and five courtiers were made of flammable materials and caught fire. However, masquerade events became especially popular with the ducal court of Burgundy, and by 16th century Renaissance in Italy, not only royalty but the upper classes were allowed to hold masquerades.

Venice became known for its carnivale, which ended the night before Lent. It celebrated Mardi Gras, a Christianized pagan festival. As Venice's masked balls became connected with it, they also grew more and more elegant--with fine food and wines, orchestras and candlelight, and a mixture of ruffles, pleats, satins, velvets, laces and gemstones decorating the evermore complicated masks and costumes. The costumes in themselves were breathtaking works of art.

After the fall of the Venetian Republic in the 18th century, the art of the masquerade ball faded, seemingly lost forever.


By this time, the idea of this type of event--which was not without its detractors--had caught on in Europe and North America. Sadly, over the centuries, the elegance has eroded until today we mostly know of masquerade parties--often fundraisers--with only a few in costume and most not deigning to wear even a half-mask. Talk and food seem to reign. Dancing isn't popular. Romance has fled.


Research can take you to wonderful places. Mine for UNMASKED led me to contemporary Venice, to historic carnivale revelries that once again include people walking the streets costumed as you see here, and where, like my characters, you can enjoy the fabulous elegance of a romantic masquerade ball in a Renaissance palazzo.



Carolina Valdez
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Out Today! Lightning Strikes

Hi there! This is my first post to the Blog and I’m here to talk about the release today of the second book in my Other Worlds Series.

Lightning Strikes (An “Other Worlds” Story) by Stevie Woods

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-100-6 (Electronic)

Genres: Gay / Science Fiction / Futuristic / Action / Adventure / Series

Heat Level: 2

Length: Novella (18k words)

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/LightningStrikes.html

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BLURB:
On Alkya, a planet a long way from Earth, the Division of Investigation – Other Worlds, has set up a base where hundreds of personnel live and work. Among them are two men, Major Joshua Marsden and Lieutenant Matthew Ronson, who are part of one of the survey teams.

Their team goes on a mineral survey mission to another planet shortly after they confessed their feelings for each other. During a lightning storm Josh is injured. Finding shelter in a cave Matt looks after him while teammate Dennis braves the storm to go for help.

The storm’s intensity increases, the lightning strikes getting closer and closer until Matt becomes concerned that their place of safety may turn out to be their grave.



EXCERPT:
In the morning, Matthew eventually came downstairs, drawn by the smell of coffee I was making in the kitchen. He wandered in, eyes down, looking a little worse for wear, and dropped onto one of the kitchen chairs. I poured him a drink and sat opposite. He warmed his hands around his mug as he first took a sip, then gulped it down. He sighed as he set the cup back on the table. He raised his eyes to me then, and I smiled. He began to smile back at me and then his expression froze. He remembered—something—but he seemed scared. I had to do something or he would hide. I knew him too well.

"You remember?"

“I… I… Did I really say that?” he whispered.

“If you’re asking me if you told me you love me, yes, you did,” I replied softly.

He closed his eyes.

Damn, he doesn’t remember what I said. He thinks he messed up. “And I told you I love you, too.”

His eyelids flew open and his jaw dropped.

“Forgot that bit, eh?”

“You love…me?”

“Yep.”

“Oh!”

“Is that it? Oh?”

“Well, it’s a shock. I never meant to tell you…didn’t think you’d want to know. Never, ever expected you to…to…”

“Feel the same way?”

“No… Yes!”

“Well, I do. Now what?”

“What?”

“Exactly.”

“Josh! I’m hung-over and I’ve just had the shock of my life. Don’t expect me to be able to think clearly.”

“Right. Okay. I’ll do the thinking.”

“Oh, God!”

“We’re in love with each other, agreed?”

Matthew nodded, then promptly grabbed his head and moaned. I ignored him and plowed on.

“We’ve been friends for years, so we don’t have to do this getting to know each other thing.” I’d thought about this all night just sitting watching him. Obvious, I thought. “I’ve been fighting to keep my hands off you for years, so…”

I never got any further, though, ’cause he yelled, “What!” He obviously regretted the noise, but gritted his teeth and went on. “If you think we’re gonna just…just gonna jump into bed, you can think again.”

“Ah. Too sudden? What do you want then?” I hadn’t meant to be sarcastic, but I think I was.

“Don’t know. Okay?” He smiled then, the rare one that lit up his whole face, and I felt its effect like a caress on the groin. “We’ve been friends for a long time, but this is something else, Josh. I’ve always had to keep the feeling hidden, but now I don’t have to and I want to… I want to go on a date. I want…” He paused and grinned, the bastard! “I want wooing.”

Can you believe it? We’ve been friends for almost three years and he wants wooing!

I think my mouth dropped open then and I guess I snapped it shut. I remember saying something like, “You gotta be kidding!”

Not a good thing to say because Matthew shot up, knocking back the chair before turning with great dignity and walking out. He spoilt it, though, by looking back over his shoulder and snarling, “Bastard!”

I wasn’t about to ruin the best thing that ever happened to me, so I swallowed my pride and followed him...

If you want to know more about the first Other Worlds story, A Favor For A Friend, visit:

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/FavorForFriend.html for a description and an excerpt.

For more information about me and my work visit: http://steviewoods.com

Chasing Booty

Author: Shannon Leigh

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ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-267-5

Genre: Science Fiction / Futuristic / Action / Adventure / Interracial / Multicultural

Heat Level: 3

Length: Novella (20k words)

Publisher: Amber Quill Press

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Pg: 102

BLURB:

When cops can’t catch the most-wanted criminals, they hire Gaelyn. She comes from a long line of bounty hunters, including her father, uncle, and grandfather. Extensive training in weaponry, hand-to-hand combat, and adverse conditions has seasoned her into a formidable opponent against any contracted hit, whether male, female, alien, or human. She has little fear of the unknown and thrives on adventure.

Only one other hunter matches her status—Reese, a Trøndite from the small planet of Sør-Trøndalag in the Capricornus Sector. And the man has a knack for stealing her contracts. Both cunning and gorgeous, the mix doesn’t seem quite fair. But attractiveness holds little power over money. Reese had beaten Gaelyn out of a half-year’s pay a scarce three months ago, and she’ll be damned if he’ll outwit her again.

Thinking she’s duped Reese back onto Jupiter, Gaelyn isn’t too happy when she runs into him on Quaoar at the Blue Moon, an authentic hole-in-the-wall bar tucked at the end of a narrow alley in what would be considered the rough part of town; just the place to find her contracted hit. But Reese not only has the information she needs to find her mark, he also has a business proposal that’s too tempting to pass up. And a partnership with Reese just might prove rewarding in a way Gaelyn never expects...

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EXCERPT:

An empty alley greeted her. She scanned the pathway from front to back, top to bottom, slowly making her way behind the bar. It appeared as though he’d vanished.

He’s here…

Her eyes strained to see an outline, a shape, anything.

I know he’s here!

But without her de-cloaking goggles, she’d never see him, even if he stood against the wall right in front of her.

That slimy son of a…

She spotted what looked to be an article of clothing tucked behind a pile of empty crates near the back door. Using the toe of her boot, she pulled the item from its hiding spot. Instantly recognizing the khaki pants, she knew she’d been duped.

“Dammit!” Re-holstering her weapon, she retraced her steps and went back inside the bar. Ignoring the bewildered patrons who’d all stopped to watch her entrance, she went straight for the counter.

“Where are the ice caves?” she demanded, not waiting for the bartender to finish pouring his customer’s drink. “What’s the quickest way there?”

The bartender nodded toward a shrouded figure seated at the other end of the counter.

Gaelyn gritted her teeth. She didn’t have time for games. Glancing at the cloaked being through narrowed eyes, she quickly evaluated any potential level of threat.

Male. Tall. Well-built. Who is this guy? Where’d he come from?

She hadn’t noticed him before.

With an air of “don’t-fuck-with-me” in her step, she made her way toward him. “The bartender seems to think you can be of some assistance,” she declared, stopping a mere six inches to the left of the man’s seated frame.

He ignored her, choosing instead to take a long swig from his mug.

Removing her laser from its holster on her left thigh, she plopped it onto the counter top. Her hand rested lightly on its black metallic shape, her finger hugging the trigger. “Well?”

“I can take you there, for a price,” he replied, his deep voice a thunderous rumble within his muscular chest.

Annoyed, she lifted her chin. “Name it,” she practically growled.

The man chuckled. “It’ll be steep,” he warned. “Perhaps more than you’re willing to pay.”

Gaelyn’s patience wore thin. They wasted precious time. Is this guy gonna get down to business or what?

Struggling to see his face beneath the shadowed hood, she leaned a little closer. “Look, buddy. I don’t have time for games. Either name your price or I’ll take my business elsewhere.”

He glanced at her, his onyx, deep-set eyes two bottomless black pits within his handsome angular face. “I want half the booty. For starters.”

Gaelyn’s breath caught in her throat. Reese.

This wasn’t happening.

He pulled back his hood, letting the heavy material fall onto his broad shoulders in a neatly folded pleat. “Hello, Gael. It’s been a long time.”

Her right fist doubled at her waist. With forced control, she resisted the urge to knock that superior smirk right off his handsome face. “Reese,” she said through clenched teeth. “I suppose you’re after the same hit.”

He shrugged. “It’s a sizeable payoff.”

“He’s my contract.” Warning laced her tone.

Reese turned fully toward her, his massive frame almost comical atop the strained bar stool. “Well now, seems we have a difference of opinion on that matter.”

He offered a grin so seductive it could melt the ice right off Quaoar’s frozen surface. The bartender’s description fit him to a tee. With his rectangular features—the wide zygomatic breadth, the broad jaw and flaring gonial angles, the prominent chin—Reese did look like the devil himself. Of course the red skin, horns, and barbed tail only added to his demonic appearance.

Gaelyn’s gaze dropped to the tight black T-shirt stretched across his bulging pecs and flat abs. Warning bells clamored in her head, but her inspection continued on to the waistband of his faded jeans, and inevitably to the generous bulge at his groin. An old song her father used to play popped in her head and it took everything she had not to belt it aloud.

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin’ for a soul to steal.

In a bind, cause he was way behind, he was lookin’ to make a deal...

Despite her fury, Gaelyn’s insides responded. Her stomach knotted with instant need, causing her pussy to clench. One couldn’t dispute the man’s virility. While they’d never “hooked” up, she couldn’t deny her attraction. She’d be willing to bet half the contracted pay that he’d be awesome in bed.

She’d heard Trøndite males had large penises, that they were, in fact, able to do extraordinary things with their members. She wasn’t sure what those things might be, but the swell in his pants clearly indicated his considerable endowed. She imagined herself down on all fours with Reese up behind her, pounding his big cock in and out of her tight channel.

Moisture seeped between her legs, making her leather pants cling to her crotch most uncomfortably. The room felt hot. She hadn’t had a good fuck in quite a while. Perhaps they’d work that into the deal...

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Beneath Dark Stars by KC Kendricks

Beneath Dark Stars
Gay romance with a paranormal shift
available now at
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/BeneathDarkStars.html

The sequel to Amber Allure’s Best Seller The Back Stairs...

Fallon Roxbury, seasoned detective and special police consultant, knows that appearances can be deceiving. Trained to gather the clues and arrive at logical conclusions, he fits the puzzle pieces of a situation together to find the truth. But there’s nothing reasonable in Fallon’s attraction to the sexy, secretive shapeshifter called Sundown.

Sundown has studied people all his life. Having his very own human male is all he ever wanted. In Fallon, he’s found a man he can trust with his secrets and reveal his true nature. Keeping Fallon happy is a joyful exercise into which Sundown puts his heart and soul—when he’s not teasing Fallon’s police partner by leaving strange footprints at crime scenes, that is.

Fallon’s new case ties into an old one. At a dead end, he knows it’s time to ask Sundown for a little help. With his special abilities, Sundown can get into places Fallon can’t. All Fallon has to do is figure out a way to prove what he already knows. But what’s a cop to do when the truth takes a shift that’s stranger than fiction?

EXCERPT

With a groan, I collapsed onto him. He let out a loud umpf and, with his surprising strength, flipped me over onto my back. I was too limp to protest even had I wanted to. A satisfied purr vibrated out of him as he snuggled tight against my side. I found his hand, laced my fingers through his, and asked him a question he’d so far avoided answering.

“When are you going to tell me what it’s like for you, Sundown?”

He sighed. “It’s what I wish it to be, Fallon.”

I’d heard that before. He was uncomfortable with my curiosity about what was normal for his kind. It wasn’t like he didn’t trust me, but more I needed to be patient with him for a little longer. I turned my head and kissed his temple.
“I’ll do a little better by you this afternoon, babe. I promise.”

“Now you’re trying to bribe me, are you not? Very well, Fallon. The more pleasure receptors I align for sexual enjoyment, the more intense the experience.”

I had asked, so I confirmed one of my suspicions. “So sometimes you ‘align’ a lot of them, like this morning?”

“Yes. And sometimes, I wish for something different. This afternoon may be one of those times.” His green eyes gleamed warmly above his smile. “You’ll need to spend a lot of time touching me to find them all.”

“Not a problem, babe. Is coffee a problem? I mean, since I’m awake now and all that. And I did stimulate your pleasure receptors for you.”

Without a word, Sundown rolled from the bed and padded off to the bathroom, his footsteps silent on the carpet. The skin he wore for me was quite attractive. Tall and slender, he moved with a controlled grace, each step measured, no effort wasted. His shiny dark hair, green eyes, and full, berry-colored lips were perfect—too perfect if someone looked closely at my shapeshifter lover. I closed my eyes and listened to him move around the apartment, finally reopening them to admire his form as he returned carrying two cups of coffee.

I accepted both mugs until he rejoined me under the sheet, then handed one back to him. I loved these lazy mornings when we the most strenuous thing we had to do was nothing at all. Sundown rubbed his thigh against mine.

“Tell me more about this girl whose killer you seek.”

If I didn’t tell him, he’d chatter at me until I did. It was better to give him the short version and get it over with, even though I knew it would upset his tender heart.

“Maria DeLong’s parents reported her missing ten years ago. She turned up dead four years ago. Someone beat her to death and tossed her body out along Route 17. They carved the letter W into her cheek.”

Sundown grew still and silent. I knew the violence of her death would disturb his gentle soul. Not for the first time I wondered if his kind had racial memory and could remember those things done to their brethren in the Chal ancient past he refused to discuss with me. His people had been enslaved when they arrived on this world, and that’s all the Chal history I’d gotten out of him.

He drew in a quick, short breath and then blew it out.

“The Chal can help. We are able to go into places where you can not.”

For once, his people would be on my side. “The Elders will sanction that? Right. Tell me another story.”

“I was with the Elders yesterday, apologizing for my actions regarding Sergeant Mack. I have promised them—again—that I will cease to play Sasquatch tricks on him.”

“But did you promise not to play any tricks on him, period, or just the Bigfoot ones?”

He blinked at me, dismay written all over his face. Uh-huh. I had him now. “Chupacabra, perhaps?”

His mouth dropped open. His eyes widened. “That is not me! I’ve never been to Texas!”

Beneath Dark Stars
ISBN 978-1-61124-078-8
Available now at

http://www.amberquill.com/
AmberAllure/BeneathDarkStars.html


Read how it all began in
THE BACK STAIRS
available now at

http://www.amberquill.com/
AmberAllure/BackStairs.html
Gay romance with a paranormal shift

Fallon Roxbury has a nose for trouble, and the uncanny ability for landing in the middle of it the moment he finds it. While investigating the gruesome murder of a young male prostitute in the red-light district, Fallon gets a whiff of something very strange. Forensics has unidentified hairs. Very unidentified hairs, like nothing in any of the textbooks. Following a tip from a person of interest, Fallon meets Sundown, an apparent hustler who knows a lot more than he will admit.


Getting personally involved with Sundown breaks every rule in the police manual, and in Fallon’s own personal code. Sundown is like a drug, and Fallon can’t stop at just one hit. When Sundown is forced to reveal the truth, Fallon’s world is turned upside down, and he’s left with only two options: check himself in for psychiatric evaluation, or accept a new reality with a strange shift.

Shapeshifters, that is.


KC Kendricks
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A Perfect Match - hot new release from Kelli Wilkins

Hi again everyone,

Here's the summary and a hot excerpt from my newest book, A Perfect Match. It's a sizzling contemporary set in the world of professional wrestling.

Enjoy!

Kelli

A PERFECT MATCH

Falling for the wrestler she had been assigned to interview wasn’t part of Danni’s plan, until Vinnie Valentine pinned her heart in a flash.

Disgruntled with her job as the office gopher for a national sports magazine, Danni Stone impersonates a reporter to prove herself to her boss. Her assignment? Spend thirty days on the road with Vinnie Valentine, a sexy professional wrestler.

Life isn’t going well for the Heavyweight Champ. Vinnie is struggling with a manipulative boss, prepping for the most important match of his career, and feuding with his arch-enemy, Thorn. The last thing he needs is a nosy reporter following him around—even if she is hot.

Thrown together in close quarters, Danni can’t help falling for Vinnie. Their mutual attraction grows, and Danni gives in to the lustful feelings she’s repressed for years. As their relationship deepens, she finds herself drawn into Vinnie’s world and becomes a key player in his title bout. But before Danni can tell Vinnie that she isn’t the reporter she claims to be, he discovers her deception. Her lie threatens to destroy everything between them. Is their fragile love destined to fail, or are they a perfect match?

The Excerpt:

Danni shifted her weight back and forth, rubbing the silky material between his penis and her stomach. Vin eased his hands under the negligee, and she parted her legs, inviting him to touch her.

“No panties, nice.”

“It came with a thong, but I figured, why complicate things?”

Vin teased her for a moment, grazing her clit with his fingers, then moving away and rubbing her labia. She ground her hips against his hand, eager for more. She wanted him to take charge and screw her like he had in the locker room—hard, fast, and dirty.

“You wanna play pin the champ?”

“What?”

“You be on top. Pin me to the bed and don’t let me up until we’re both sweaty and weak. Fast…slow…hard…gentle…take me any way you want, and I’ll be helpless to stop you.” Vin reached over to the nightstand and picked up a condom. “Here you go, dress me,” he said as he handed it to her. “And leave the lights on.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If you want sex, you’ll have to take it. Go on, Danni. Be a bad girl. Talk dirty.”

Vin wanted her to take charge? Now would be the perfect time to do all those kinky things she’d read about in magazines—if she could remember them. “All right, remember you asked for it.”

She sat up and moved off Vin. His cock pointed at his belly. She opened the ribbed condom and took his thick penis in her hand. Vin sighed as she worked the rubber down the length of him.

When he was ready, she straddled him.

“Here, let me help.” Vin stripped the nightie off her and tossed it on the floor. “Go down slow. I want to watch.”

“I thought I was in charge.”

“You are, I just want to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

“You won’t, trust me.” She licked her lips and took a deep breath, anticipating the thrill of Vin’s cock about to enter her. Even though they were only apart for a few days, her body craved his. She positioned her body over his dick, then lowered herself down—inch by glorious inch. A deep moan escaped her throat as he filled her. “God, you feel so good.”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

She looked down at Vin. To her surprise, his gaze was riveted to their lower bodies. “You like seeing your cock go in me, don’t you?”

He grinned. “It’s a turn on.”

She rose up, then sank down again. His thick rod filled her to the core. It was the best feeling in the world. She wriggled her hips and sat there, impaled, letting her inner muscles mold around him. This would be fun. She could do whatever she wanted.

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The book link is:

http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/PerfectMatch.html

A Perfect Match – from Dream to Reality

Hi everyone,

A non-writer recently asked me about my new book, A Perfect Match. She was wondering how I came up with the characters and the story and…basically how I wrote the book. I told her that this book was different from all of my other books because the entire story came to me in a dream.

Today I decided to share the ‘inside look’ at the history of this contemporary and explain how it all came about. One morning I woke up, said “uh-oh!” then grabbed the pen and paper next to the bed. (I keep it there in case of inspiration.) I knew that if I didn’t immediately start writing down everything in my head, it would be lost forever. So I sat there, furiously scribbling the outline of the book. It was just the bare bones of the plot and the characters, but I knew I was onto something.

Over the course of the day, more bits and pieces came through. Now I had a subplot, secondary characters, and knew more about what was happening in the book - that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I was fortunate enough to actually ‘see’ the book in my head like a movie – some scenes were missing, but I had a clear picture to work from.

At the time I got the idea for A Perfect Match, I was deep into working on a very different contemporary, Trust with Hearts. I set that book aside and started writing about wrestlers!

After the book was finished and polished I submitted it to a bunch of writing contests and “big-name traditional” publishers. Results were mixed – the contest people loved it! They said it had great characters, an interesting (and different) kind of plot, and lots of sexual tension. A Perfect Match was a top 10 finalist in the first “American Title” contest and won awards in a few other contests.

The editors were not so thrilled. I remember getting two very different (and painful) rejections on the same day. Editor 1 basically said that Vinnie was a caveman and too much of an alpha male, a bully, and not a good hero at all. Danni was a spoiled child who shouldn’t wear suits and should be completely rewritten to be more of ‘chick lit’ kind of character. And by the way, nobody will buy (or want to read) a book about wrestlers.

Editor 2 loved the characters, their relationship, the drama…but women readers wouldn’t be interested in reading about sports, especially wrestling. Try something else.

Everyone’s been rejected – but some rejections hurt more than others. So, after the allotted time to lick my wounds, I did what any good writer does – I sat down, gave the book another edit and kept sending it out. I’m pleased to say that the book was born into the world on March 27, 2011. (Yey!)

So what’s the point to this story? I think it just shows how writers have to stick with it and believe in themselves (and their books). I know a lot of people who say, “I want to write a book.” But never put a word on the page. They tell me that they don’t want to go to all the trouble to work on something if it’s just going to be rejected.

Most people don’t realize how much work goes into writing a book and are amazed that writers can do it. They see the finished end product and think it’s easy and doesn’t take a lot of time. But the rest of us know the truth – even when we have a great idea come to us in a dream, we have to write the book and do the hard work to make the dream a reality.

I hope you’ll check out A Perfect Match– and tell me what you think!

(I'll be posting a hot excerpt next!)

And, as a side note: my new interview was just posted on the Seriously Interviewed site. Here’s the link:

http://seriouslyinterviewed.blogspot.com/2011/04/interview-with-kelli-wilkins-amber.html

Readers are invited to visit my site (www.KelliWilkins.com) and blog to see what's new!

Happy Reading,

Kelli

Boots: A Giveaway

From 4/7-4/15, Chris has generously offered to give away a copy of Boots on:

Stumbling Over Chaos

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Boots - A Fairy Tale for the Modern Reader from Amber Allure

In Honeybole, jobs are scarce and so are faithful boyfriends. But when Willem’s father leaves him the family cat, his luck begins to change. It might not seem like much, but at least the talking cat listens and understands him better than anyone else.

Kasha was once a powerful demon, a guide of dead souls, until his arrogance led to his banishment. Forced to live with, and sometimes serve humans, he lives a lonely, humiliating existence. In Willem, though, he finds a man he serves gladly. He’ll stop at nothing to secure Willem’s happiness, even if it means losing him.

Boots - releasing April 17th