Monday, June 29, 2015

Rocking Out with Jenna Galicki!

If you've not met the amazingly talented Jenna Galicki you're really missing out. I had the privilege of meeting her at a romance book signing event in Boston and she is as awesome in person as she is in her books! So let me introduce you to a lady I'm so proud and blessed to call my friend. 

Jenna Galicki


He's the shoulder she leans on.
He worships her.
She shields and protects him.
He watches over her.
They're soul mates for life.
They're not lovers; they're best friends.
Their struggle to find someone who can handle their intense bond is met with a roller coaster of raw emotion, loyalty and heartache.
Follow their journey to find love.

Hailed as Will and Grace meets Sex and the City, two best friends, a straight woman and a gay man, struggle to find someone to love as much as they love each other.

When Heather Cooper married Peter, she thought that she had finally found someone who could handle the inseparable bond she shares with her gay best friend, Justin Perrotta.  It's only a matter of time, however, before jealousy rears its ugly head and Peter's true feelings emerge.  He starts drinking and his erratic behavior threatens their marriage.

Burned by an ex-boyfriend, Justin refuses to open his heart to love again.  Wild relationships and one night stands leave him lonely and unfulfilled, even though he will not admit it.  He finds love when he least expects it, but his fear of commitment threatens to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to him.

“Feel the soft petals against your skin.”  Tyler’s voice was soft and seductive.  “Clear your head and don’t think of anything except the flower.  Visualize it in your mind.  See the deep blood red pigment of the rose.  See it touching your body.”

It was surprisingly erotic and made Justin yearn for deeper physical contact.  It was hard to lay still.  His hand searched the bed and slid across the silk sheets until it found Tyler’s thigh.

“Keep your hands flat on the bed.”  Tyler removed Justin’s hand from his leg.  “Let me touch you.”

Tyler gently ran the flower across Justin’s chest, down his right arm, then down his left.  The flower traced each finger from the knuckle to its tip.  Next, Tyler slowly glided it down the length of Justin’s legs, one at a time.

Neither one spoke.  The only sound in the room was Justin’s breath, deepening with each caress of the silky rose against his bare skin.  The flower found its way back to the center of his chest.  It made small circles around his nipples, first clockwise, then counter clockwise.  His nerve endings were standing at attention.  They were over-sensitized and over-stimulated.  His entire body was tingling.  A sweet aroma filled his nostrils and caused him to wrinkle his nose.  It was the flower.

“That’s it,” Tyler whispered.  “Let your senses experience the pleasures.”

The rose traveled across Justin’s throat and traced the outline of his collarbone.  It ran down his sternum and slowly outlined each one of his ribs.  Normally it would have tickled, but this flower was magical.  It was a wand filled with delight, bestowing joy and bliss, mingled with rapture.

All of Justin’s senses were heightened.  They were alive.  It was as if he was using them for the first time.  He not only felt the flower, but he heard it as it glided across his skin.  The sweet scent of the rose grew stronger, or lighter, depending upon its proximity to his nose.  The flower jumped to his ankle, floated over his calf, and lingered on his thigh.  The soft, velvety petals settled in the area where his thigh met his hip.  It felt like a thousand tiny fingers were igniting his flesh with sensations of grandeur.  Then it was gone.  It was no longer touching him.  He yearned for it, and silently begged for its return.  He lusted for the touch of a flower.

Another Sweet Teaser from Jenna's Book Jealousy:
Heather tilted her face up into the hot spray of water and pushed her fingers through her wet hair.  She closed her eyes while her subconscious drafted off and replayed the previous evening with Nick in her head.  The rumble of the shower doors abruptly startled her back to reality, and Nick stepped inside to join her.  She turned toward him and folded her arms in front of her body to shield the scars from her accident.
“Stop doing that.”  Nick took her arms and placed them around his waist and kissed her amidst the steamy water.
They lathered and washed each other, slowly, sliding the soapy water over the curves of each other’s body.  It was sensual, not sexual.  His kiss penetrated her mouth, while the water pelted off her back and splashed onto him.  Her hand traveled over his sleek wet chest, and just when it was about to travel further downward, he removed it from his body and kissed the palm of her hand.  He stepped out of the shower, unfolded the large bath towel and held it open for her.  She looked at him quizzically for a moment before exiting the shower.
Nick wrapped the bath sheet around the both of them and hugged her close to him.  She felt familiarity in his arms—warmth and security.  They stood on the plush bath mat with their naked bodies pressed against one another.  Nick held her in his arms without moving or making a sound.  He left her with a gentle kiss and the towel, and strolled into the bedroom to dress.
Heather’s eyes followed his bare, round butt cheeks as he walked away from her, and she realized that she was beginning to fall for him.  Her defense mechanism kicked in, and she reminded herself that she barely knew him . . . and he was young.  She wondered how old he was, maybe 29 or 30.  He was probably only still here for sex.  After yesterday, why else would he be here?  But he just passed up a perfect opportunity in the shower.  He was visibly aroused, and she was clearly receptive.  They could have easily had a third encounter, but he didn’t pursue it, and now they were going to breakfast.
Nick looked up from buttoning his jeans, and they shared a smile.
She brushed the incident off, resumed drying herself with the towel and quickly dressed in anticipation of spending more time with him.  She wanted to find out what lurked behind that sensitive and arousing smile.


The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1)
I love her, but I also love him.
She’s everything to me.
He sets my world on fire.
It's our dirty little secret, and it’s about to blow our record deal sky high.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is our story.

Tommy Blade is a man with a secret.  It’s a secret he only shares with one person, Jessi Blade – and the men he surrenders to in the bedroom.  Jessi’s only condition to their tumultuous sex life is that the men are one night stands.  But when Angel Garcia enters their life, it’s like a match to gasoline.

Mega-talented punk rock singer Angel Garcia, with his smoldering ebony eyes, tight leather pants and unstoppable stage presence, is a man who is used to getting what he wants.  He has his eyes set on Tommy Blade as his new lead guitarist, and as his life partner.

Jessi Blade, sympathetic to her husband's bisexual needs, loves him enough to share him, but she never counted on Angel Garcia to test the threshold of her marriage.  He makes her life hell . . . and heaven.  He’s her damnation and her salvation.  She wants to hate him.  She wants to despise him.  But his charm and raw sex appeal are impossible to resist.  Without warning, she finds herself falling in love with her husband's gay lover.

At the height of it all, their punk rock band catapults to stardom.

Their lives are marred by secrecy, deception and sacrifice.  Feelings of betrayal, backlash from the sensationalistic media and threats of blackmail send them down a hard road filled with tough decisions.

They aren't your ordinary rock stars.  They're radical rock stars.  And they have a big story to tell.|

You know you want another excerpt! Get your fans out girls! 
Jessi let the warm water from the shower spray onto her face.  She was happy.  Tommy was happy.  Angel was happy.  Their much needed talk at the breakfast table set some ground rules.  Angel was open to communication and encouraged it.  It gave her comfort.

After she showered, she meandered back to the bedroom, as she towel dried her hair.  Tommy and Angel were already naked and in each other’s arms on top of the unmade bed.

“What took you so long?” Tommy asked, before returning his lips to Angel’s neck.

Jessi didn’t answer.  She wanted to watch.  She leaned against the doorway and folded her arms.  She watched Tommy kiss Angel with an urgency that she never saw before, and the love that Angel had for Tommy was never clearer to the naked eye than it was right now.  She knew they were in love.  It didn’t scare her as much as she thought it would. The confidence she had in their marriage overshadowed her fears and doubts.

Her thoughts were pushed aside by the sound of Tommy moaning and breathing heavily.  Angel was stroking Tommy and sucking on his nipples.  Jessi let the towel around her body drop to the floor and crawled into bed, on the other side of Tommy.  She glided her hand up his back and kissed his shoulder.  He immediately turned onto his back, so that he could share himself equally between her and Angel, and he kissed her.  Her mouth moved to his chest, and she could feel his heart gently beating underneath her lips. She kissed her way down his torso and her tongue crawled across his skin.  It accidentally collided with Angel’s mouth.  They both looked up in surprise and shared a smile.

She wasn’t sure what Angel was thinking, but she wanted to kiss him.  Fear of rejection made her hesitate, but it was unwarranted.  Angel grabbed her by the back of the neck and firmly planted his mouth on hers.  His tongue invaded her mouth and bathed its circumference.  She was spellbound by the intensity of his kiss.  She couldn’t think about anything else except Angel’s warm, authoritative tongue inside her mouth, and she immediately felt warmth and wetness between her legs.  Now she understood why Tommy had that dreamy look on his face whenever Angel kissed him.

Angel withdrew his tongue, but she wanted more and placed a long kiss on his lips, hoping for another visit from his magical tongue.  But he just smiled at her, and then moved his mouth back down to Tommy’s belly.

Tommy pulled her up and kissed her.  It was like night and day.  Angel’s kiss was forceful and commanding.  Tommy’s was slow and soft.  She loved the tenderness in which he slowly moved his tongue in gentle, purposeful circles around her mouth, but she found herself still reminiscing over the kiss she just shared with Angel.

Between A Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2)
She’s a rock goddess.
He’s a sex pistol.
I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I’m not living without either one of them.
I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m Tommy Blade, The Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story.

When Jessi Blade is forced to miss the first leg of Immortal Angel’s world tour, Tommy Blade and Angel Garcia are alone together for the first time.  Their romance flourishes and brings them closer together, but time apart puts a strain on Tommy and Jessi’s marriage.  The demanding schedule of a world tour, pressure from the record label and a wife who feels neglected, leaves Tommy under a blanket of anxiety.  He’s helpless as his perfect life slowly falls to pieces.

When Jessi Blade finally catches up to Tommy and Angel four weeks into their world tour, she begins to feel like an outsider.  She’s not about to take a back seat to Angel and competes for Tommy’s attention.  Tired of the rivalry, she begins to wonder if they’d be happier without her.

Angel Garcia is trying to hold their relationship together, but Jessi’s animosity and Tommy’s nervous tension is a heavy load to carry.  Before long, it becomes clear that their life and the band are doomed unless they work out their differences.

Another Steamy Excerpt!
Jessi put the last finishing touches on her sketch and put it down for the night.  She had two gorgeous men in the next room who were probably sucking each other off right now.  Her footsteps quickened into a little trot across the room in anticipation of watching Tommy and Angel together, but when she got to the bedroom they weren’t in bed.  They were naked, erections flying high and rifling through a suitcase.  “What are you doing?”

They turned toward her at the same time.  Each held something in their hands.  Angel had a small flogger.  Tommy had a purple sash.

Tommy snapped the sash in his hands.  “We’ve been thinking.  It wasn’t very nice of you to leave us in the middle of the tour and not explain why you resigned.”

Angel twirled the ends of the whip so they danced in the air.  “Yes.  You’re a bad girl and bad girls get punished.”

Her mouth widened into a nervous smile.  “You’re not hitting me with that thing, Angel.”

“Oh, yes I am.”

Tommy was twisting the ends of the sash around each fist and pulling it tighter.

They slowly walked toward her wearing matching sinister grins.

She took a step back.  They couldn’t be serious.

Tommy held up the sash.  “It’ll hurt less if you cooperate.”


He lassoed her around the neck and pulled her to him.  She held her breath, braced one hand against his chest and tugged at the sash.

“Stop fighting and take your clothes off.”


“You heard me.”

“Stop stalling,” Angel warned.  “It’s better if you listen to him.  He’ll be less . . . angry.”

Nervous laughter trickled from her throat at this new game.  Tommy was always bossy in the bedroom, but with Angel, not with her.

Tommy raised his brow, impatiently waiting for her to discard her clothing.

She contemplated the game at hand, still unsure whether or not to continue.  It had been a life-changing month.  Why the hell not?

She slipped her top over her head, discarded her bra and wiggled out of her jeans.  She stood with her shoulders back and projected her breasts outward.  “Do you like what you see?”

Tommy gazed at them and puckered his lips, but he didn’t attempt to taste them.

She cupped both breasts in her hands and pushed them upward to entice him.  When he still made no attempt to touch her, she placed his hand on her breast.

Angel was quick to swipe it away with the handle of the whip.  “She’s trying to weaken you.”

Something changed behind Tommy’s eyes and they hardened.  “Is that what you were trying to do?”

She stammered for an answer.  She didn’t know how to play this game.

“Get on the bed.”

She didn’t hesitate and waited on her knees in the middle of the fluffy king-sized bed.  Her heart was beating faster, full of nervous anticipation.

Tommy crawled in front of her while Angel came up behind her and tied the sash around her eyes.

She didn’t resist, but her knees were shaking.  She never played a submissive role before.  There was a sense of mystery about being blindfolded, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it, or the helpless feeling that went with it.

Angel adjusted the sash over her eyes to make sure they were fully covered.  “Turn around and lie down.”

She obeyed.  If it got out of hand, she would tell them to stop, and she knew they would.

Face down on the pillow, her arms were pulled up and secured to the headboard, loosely tied with another satin sash.  “What are you going to do to me?”  She wished she didn’t ask and she wished she didn’t seem so nervous, but it sounded like part of the game.

Something tickled her back.  It was rather soft and made little flicking noises.  She realized it was the flogger and stiffened as she waited for a harsh blow.

“Are you ready to take your punishment?”  Angel asked.

She held her breath, clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut.  It was silly that she closed her eyes, since she was already blindfolded, but she was so nervous she didn’t know what she was doing.  Despite being wary and anxious, she was tingling all over and felt a trickle of wetness between her legs.  She wanted to play.

“Answer him,” Tommy said.

She gulped.  “Y-yeah.”


“Yes!”  She tightened her muscles and waited.  The first strike was a quick, stinging flash across her buttocks.  It wasn’t very hard, but it still took her breath away, and there was a tinge of excitement behind the tiny burn.  The second strike was stronger, but it was more arousing than the first.  The third stung like an electric shock and she gasped.  A sharp jolt reverberated through to her groin.  Again there was a pause, and she silently wished for the next blow, wondering what it held.  Dare she ask for it?  It came before she had the chance.  Like a razor, it sliced across her bare skin.  White light flashed behind the darkness of the mask and tiny spots floated in the blackness.  Her buttocks were red hot and that heat pulsated deep between her legs.  Her whimper wasn’t from pain.  It begged for release.

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Punk Rock Resurrection (Radical Rock Stars Book 3)

My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?
This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.

Delve into the mind of Immortal Angel’s brooding, hardcore bassist with a troubled past.

Life wasn’t always good to Damien Diamond.  An alcoholic, abusive mother left him to fend for himself and with little self-esteem.  He turned to drugs and alcohol to mask his inner pain.  If it weren’t for Angel Garcia, he would have perished on the streets of New York City, but it was a dark gothic goddess who gave Damien a reason to live.  She wouldn’t put up with his self-destructive behavior, and he needed to turn his life around in order to win back the only woman he ever loved.

Alyssa never took an ounce of crap from anyone.  The last thing she needed was a tattooed punk rocker with a boatload of baggage, but once Damien Diamond walked into her life, she couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet and sensitive guy that hid behind the tough-as-nails exterior.

Follow Damien Diamond as he prepares for the third leg of his successful World Tour with Immortal Angel, and as he reflects on his bitter past and the road that led him to be part of one of the most popular and radical punk rock bands in the nation.

Alyssa held up her shot, and Damien held up his half-full tumbler. She clinked his glass.  "That's a pretty big shot you got there."

"Big is an understatement. I like to use the term huge. And impressive."

She laughed. "Oh really? Don't set yourself up for failure"

His eyes never left hers as he took a big swig of his glass. "Don't take my word for it. You can judge for yourself."

She folded her arms across her chest and stared back at him with a smile pressed into her plump, crimson lips. 

He finally silenced her. "What's wrong? No comeback? No witty retort?"

"I have plenty of witty comebacks. I'm just not sure how far I want to take this tonight."

His cock was doing back flips, and she was enjoying watching him squirm. He took another gulp of his drink, while hers remained untouched on the bar. "I thought you wanted that shot. Can’t handle the hard stuff after all, huh?"  He placed his empty glass on the bar and taunted her with a smile. "I bet that hard-ass exterior is really just a front. Underneath it all, I bet you're just a girly-girl."

Her eyes opened wide, and her face went blank. For a minute Damien thought he went too far and pissed her off. He was about to apologize, but she picked up the shot glass and drained it, then slammed it down on the bar. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him so close he felt her breath on his lips. "I'm an expert at dishing out the hard stuff. I wield a needle for a living and pierce it through raw flesh without an anesthetic. The question is, can you handle it?"

Her self-righteous smirk mocked him with playful satisfaction, but Damien was about to keel over from the overwhelming heat that covered his body. Tiny dots of perspiration broke out on his forehead, and he was starting to think that maybe she was right—he couldn't handle her in the bedroom. Had he finally met his match? Could this gorgeous, ferocious woman break him? Could she be the one to make him surrender and beg for mercy?

"What's the matter? You look a little stunned. Did I scare you?"

"Hell no." He stepped closer. "You got me excited."

This book is a stand-alone, but reading books one and two in the series is suggested:
The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1)
Between A Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2)

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Stories & Author list
49 Shades Of Vampire by P Mattern
Ghost Of A Chance by C.A. Tibbitts
The Undercover Rock Star by Jenna Galicki
Bella Noche by Elisabeth Popolow
A Wolff's Mate by P.T. Macias
Fantasy Come True by Desiree A. Cox
His Living Kiss by Heather Marie Adkins
Vampires Of The Sea by Lynna Stephens
Assassin's Mate by Jami Brumfield
Subtle Magic by Josette Reuel
Tomorrow's Forecast by Ginger Marie

The Undercover Rock Star by Jenna Galicki
A spur of the moment vacation was supposed to jolt Cameron Douglas out of his funk, but it appears he only traded locations.  It was a chance meeting with a handsome stranger at the luxury resort that changed everything.  The mysterious man stirs Cameron's interest and his heart, but will the handsome man reveal his true identity before their vacation in paradise is over?
Sometimes life in the spotlight was a heavy weight to bear for Brandon Bullet. He never knew if men were interested in him as a person or just enamored with his rock star status—until he meets Cameron Douglas. It wasn't often that Brandon shared a connection with someone who wasn't aware of his notoriety. He's determined to keep his identity a secret while the two of them get to know each other—and before someone blows his cover.

About The Author:

Jenna Galicki writes in multiple genres including m/m/f, m/f, and m/m.  She is predominantly known for her Radical Rock Stars Series.  The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1) is a finalist in the Best Bisexual Romance category, chosen by the Bi Writers Association.

Jenna is a strong advocate for LGBT rights and marriage equality. She volunteers with God's Love We Deliver, delivering meals to people with HIV and AIDS and other life threatening illnesses.  She actively raises money and participates in AIDS Walk New York and is a proud sponsor of Children International.

She lives in Long Island, NY with her husband and two dogs. She's a Rottweiler enthusiast and an avid music buff.  Elaborate stories and fictional characters are her constant companions. When she's not hunched over a computer, you can find her front row at a rock concert.

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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Band Of Dystopian Authors presents Prep for Doom!

Prep For Doom

by Band of Dystopian

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From the imaginations of twenty authors of dystopian and post-apocalyptic fiction comes PREP FOR DOOM - an integrated collection of short stories that tell the tale of a single catastrophe as experienced by many characters, some of whom will cross paths.
What begins with a seemingly innocuous traffic accident soon spirals into a global pandemic. The release of Airborne Viral Hemorrhagic Fever upon New York City’s unsuspecting populace brings bloody suffering within hours, death within a day, and spreads worldwide within a month. An online community called Prep For Doom has risen to the top of a recent doomsday preparation movement. Some have written them off as crazy while others couldn’t be more serious about the safety the preppers could provide in a global disaster. But when AVHF strikes, their preparation may not be enough to save them. From authors Laura Albins, ER Arroyo, Amy Bartelloni, Brea Behn, Casey L. Bond, TK Carter, Kate Corcino, Harlow C. Fallon, Kelsey D. Garmendia, Caroline A. Gill, DelSheree Gladden, John Gregory Hancock, Casey Hays, Kate L. Mary, Jon Messenger, Monica Enderle Pierce, Cameo Renae, Hilary Thompson, Yvonne Ventresca, and Megan White.

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Band of Dystopian (BOD) is a Facebook group, blog, and company dedicated to dystopian, apocalyptic, and post-apocalyptic books. Our mission is to help fans of dystopian fiction find books they will love and help authors of the genre get the word out about their work. Our community of over 2,300 readers and authors has become a supportive, interactive, and insanely fun place to be. We are branching into the publishing world with our first anthology, Prep For Doom. We have over 150 authors in the group, plenty of great conversation, tons of giveaways, and the perfect place for dystopian lovers to find their next great read.
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