Sunday, October 1, 2017

Book Excerpt: Girl Within Girl Book 2: Healing by S.P. Aruna


My name is Sean Paisley, and I'm a psychiatrist, a profession that for many is somewhat off-putting. When I embarked upon my career, I never thought about its horrible history, only about what good I could do. I guess it must have been fate that assigned me to the Gottlieb Memorial Institute right after my internship. Not only did it serve as a reminder that being an expert of the human mind has the potential for harm, but it taught me a life lesson I'll never forget. What made matters worse, I did something stupid. I fell in love with one of the nurses there. Falling in love is not something that anyone could rationally explain, even I as a doctor of the psyche. I mean it was clearly a no-no to have those feelings for a co-worker, given the usual complications. But in our case it was much more serious than that. Of course there was no way for me to know. Actually, I didn't know anything about her, and that's what makes me wonder how I got into this mess.

They say that falling in love has a lot to do with pheromones, these odorless chemicals people give off which you cannot actually smell, yet transmit to your brain the crucial message that this person near you could make a good baby with you, genetically speaking. If it wasn't that, then it must have been something just as mysterious to have drawn me to Katrina.

When I first saw her in the coffee-break room it was no big deal. I was making an effort to introduce myself to all the nurses, since I would regularly depend on them in my work. She was just another one of them to cross off my list of those that I had already seen.

But right from the start, I found her intriguing. For one, she couldn't tell me exactly how long she had been working at Gottleib. I could understand that if she had been in her sixties, but she was a young woman, not more than twenty-five, so it couldn't have been that long ago. At the time, I just dismissed her vague answers as nothing significant. After a few occasions working together, my attraction grew until I finally asked her out on a date. However, it wasn't only my fascination with her that led me to approach her, but I needed to get a few things off my chest and she was the first person that came into my head when I thought of who I should confide to.

We had our date, but this only made the magnetism more potent. The restaurant had a romantic setting for sure, and the food was great, so we had a good atmosphere conducive to a little opening up about ourselves, but after I divulged practically my whole life history, she offered nothing about herself, saying she'd rather not talk about the past, though I sensed she had trouble recalling her life before working at the hospital. For some reason, this reminded me about the other topic I wanted to talk about - the strange nature of our work. I confessed to her my disapproval of the treatments the hospital carried out, this idea of emptying the mind and filling it up anew, and confessed my suspicions about the source of funding for these activities. I figured she might shed some insight on these matters.

At first she tried to defend the goings on at the hospital, thinking there was nothing nefarious about them, despite the strange practices the senior doctor was advocating. But when I pressed her, she did show some doubt. After some awkward moments, we dropped the subject and enjoyed our food, though the bond between us had already been formed.

Then there was that incident where I found Katrina on the floor at the mercy of an uncontrollable patient. I came to her aid and subdued the hysterical inmate, calming the woman down until she became docile. After that, even though I knew better, I asked Katrina out again for an outing at the park. It was there in the park that she started opening up; inevitably we ended up in my bed. I remember being totally possessed by my desire for her, as if by bottling it up and ignoring it for so long unleashed my feelings like a brimming dam releasing the waters of its swollen reservoir. Her unconditional surrender made me want to consume every inch of her and my mouth worked frantically over her skin, from feet to head, making a delicious meal of her body, nibbling every part of her and sucking her inside me. When we kissed, our tongues did all the talking, using the language of love, dancing with each other inside our hot wet mouths. Oh, and to plunge my engorged cock inside her beautiful pussy was heaven, as her velvety insides caressed and clenched my shaft. After several minutes of softly stroking her, my frenzied desire drove me to a near fury, and I found myself pounding her in a mad ecstasy of pleasure till I gave up the semen in my balls and my cock was vanquished, convulsing in spurts of defeat. During the subsequent pillow-talk, she still would not reveal anything about her past. I didn't press her and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

There followed a period where I got caught up in trying to ascertain where the funding was coming from to subsidize the hospital, as well as the origin of the of the types of treatment that I witnessed, and found out that all of it could be traced to a CIA mind control project. I'll admit it, I was scared. I avoided Katrina at work, thinking it best to distance myself from her. After a few weeks of that, I could see she was hurt, and one day she confronted me. Because I was still into her, and didn't like to see her in such distress for the wrong reasons, that is, thinking that I had rejected her, I broke down, reassuring her that I didn't regret starting something with her, but that I was preoccupied with other issues. I asked her for a second date at the same restaurant as before, and it was on that occasion that I told her all that I had found out. After that night, we wouldn't see each other for a while, as new developments forced us to separate.

One new development was a notice of termination. Apparently my nosing around had caught the attention of someone and they wanted me gone. The second development was the discovery of a patient's file: Katrina's file! This was the reason why she couldn't remember anything before working here - she had been the victim of mind control experiments. From what I could gather, Katrina was suffering from Dissociative Identify Disorder, what was once called Multiple Personalities. I thought it was only right that before I left the institute I should make a copy of the file and leave it in a sealed envelope on her desk.

The next few days were agonizing, as I waited for her to call me. Five days later she did. I bolted over to her place as she requested, but trying to explain her predicament to her was difficult, to say the least. I knew she needed time to digest what I had found out and my suggestions for treatment. Obviously she couldn't be left alone at this point, and we ended up once more at my apartment. And that's when the strangeness began.

I thought I heard a phone ringing in my sleep, a ringtone I didn't recognize. Then Katrina woke me up, except it wasn't Katrina. It was her body alright, but someone else was inside it. Someone named Anisa. She wanted to know about the treatment I proposed, and when I explained that I wanted to re-integrate all her alter-egos into one personality using hypnotherapy, this Anisa character seemed a bit upset, to the point where she mulled over whether she should kill me or not.

We both fell asleep warily, literally with one eye open, but it wasn't long before I was awoken again and I had some heavy sex with a woman I thought was Katrina, but I should have known by the way she behaved that this wasn't so. It wasn't the Anisa personality either. This woman was much more sexually aggressive and decadently uninhibited, begging me to fuck her harder, to take her from the rear and spank her while I was doing it. She drove me wild until I was a raging, snorting beast. When we were finished, she told me her name was Cherry. I couldn't take all this craziness. I wanted Katrina back. I remembered in the file that they had mentioned The Wizard of Oz as part of their programming, so I gave it a shot and said There's no place like home, and sure enough that was the trigger to call out Katrina.

Things were becoming clearer to me. But to Katrina, things were becoming fuzzier, and I had to explain things again. I told her that she was a Manchurian Candidate; that she had been hypnotized, tortured, and programmed by the CIA...that her mind had been fragmented into at least three personalities, maybe more. There was Katrina herself, the original 'host' personality. There was Cherry, a risk-taking, adventurous, carefree nymphomaniac. And there was Anisa, a programmed spy-assassin under the control of the security state, whether military or CIA I didn't know. The only hope was for us to find somewhere safe where I could hypnotize her, regress her into the past to find the source of her condition, and then reintegrate her into one whole human being.

Katrina was not the only nurse I became close to. After our first date, I ran into another nurse who was just as spooked out as I was about what was going on at the institute. Fearing for Katrina's welfare, I asked her to look out for her, and it was a damn good thing I did, because she observed that Katrina was now being treated as a patient scheduled for depatterning, that is to say, the emptying of her mind by drugs and electric shock, or brainwashing, if you choose to call it that.

Nurse Deborah Kravitz managed to smuggle Katrina out and took her to her place. It was a big risk, and I really appreciated Deborah's compassion in the matter. Debbie had only one hour off, so she had to get back to the hospital pronto. Unfortunately, while she was gone, something triggered out Cherry, who immediately began seducing Debbie's husband. When Debbie came back, she caught Cherry banging him. Despite the awkward moments that followed, Debbie gained an invaluable insight as to what had occurred - the tick tock sound of the grandfather clock in the corner was Cherry's trigger. And since I gave her Katrina's trigger, the line from the Wizard of Oz, Debbie used it at once to get Katrina back.

The three of us, Debbie, her husband, and myself, had conspired to bring Katrina to my friend's house, where I thought she would be safe. It was a rather complicated plot which involved an ad in the Pennysaver, and which I need not get into. In any case, we were both together in each other's arms almost immediately, and you can guess what happened next. I knew that the place we were in was not secure enough. The next step in my plan was to get her to my grandfather's house in Allenville, some fifty miles away. She took the train, but she never arrived. I waited two days for her, in vain. But then I got a phone call from Anisa.

She wouldn't tell me where she was, only that we should meet at a restaurant that I had suggested, around lunchtime. Shortly before I arrived, Anisa called again and told me to act like I had been stood up, which wasn't hard to do since that was what she intended to do to me anyway. She told me to order, eat, act annoyed at eating alone, and then leave and go in any direction I wanted. I had no idea what was on her mind. I exited the restaurant and walked left. She called me again, telling me to get lost within a shopping center, so I headed to the Maiden Avenue Mall.

The next thing I know she's grabbing my arm while I was strolling down an aisle in the Emporium Mart, the largest enterprise within the mall. She was acting desperate, leading me this way and that, tugging me along behind her as if I were an uncooperative child. She claimed we were being followed. I have to admit she was scaring me, and I found myself edging toward a state of denial. When she stole a car by holding the owner at gunpoint in the underground parking lot, her extreme behavior made me question whether this was reality or the manifestation of some delusion. And where did she get that gun?

Her actions after that did not exactly calm my nerves. We broke into a warehouse where she claimed we were to have a showdown with our pursuers. Lo and behold, she was right - an assault team descended upon us within hours, led by a mysterious General X! While I was shitting in my pants, Anisa, with a gun trained on General X from our hiding spot, managed to defuse the situation and the dark forces were made to leave. How she managed that is hard to believe, so I won't bother to go into details.

Needless to say, I was scared out of my wits and completely confused by this surreal situation. It was time to have a major rethink.



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Sunday, September 17, 2017

Is Love Enough by Taryn Steele

About the Book Title: Is Love Enough Author: Taryn Steele Genre: Contemporary Romance Hillary thought her marriage was bright and full of life but after a devastating miscarriage and a manipulative mother-in-law, the magic Hillary and Jameson once had is starting to crumble. Their eight year old daughter, Maryn, begs to have a Twitter account just so she can follow her favorite pop star Justin Bieber. After much consideration and debate Hillary sets up an account, but what Hillary never counted on was finding Derek. A man who seems to understand her better than her husband. Is Jameson's love enough to save his marriage once Derek is revealed? Or will it be too much and too late for Hillary? Author Bio By day, Taryn is a dedicated wife and mother who works full time. By night, she continues her wife and mother duties, while plugging away at the keyboard to bring her stories and characters to life. Taryn is an avid reader. If a story sucks her in she will stay up all hours of the night to finish it. Her favorite part of reading is when her rescue dog Ruby curls up with her. Taryn is a big sports fan. Being a New Englander all of her life her heart belongs to the Boston Red Sox. When it comes to hockey, she follows her husband’s family and supports the Montreal Canadiens.  If you have a love/hate relationship with coffee, wine or beer like Taryn she will instantly befriend you.


Sunday, July 30, 2017

Enchanted Book Promotions: The Suspenseful Collection by Kim Knight and Didi Oviatt

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Title: The Suspenseful Collection
Authors: Kim Knight and Didi Oviatt
Genre: Multi Genre: Romance / Crime / Erotica / Fantasy
A suspenseful novel with a twist. Eight short stories, by two suspense authors, from diverse backgrounds. From opposite sides of the Atlantic these stories have been created. One author started the tale and the other ended it. No discussion, no pre-planning, yet their stories are seamless. With just creativity and the use of writing prompts, to craft one tale, with two different writers. This anthology of suspenseful, fast paced and engaging tales covers multiple genres. From heartfelt romance, crime, fantasy, and steamy historical fiction. There is a story for everyone!

Steamy Historical Crime Fiction: It was The First Time I Killed A Man.
It’s 1972 and New York’s first female serial killer Lisa Vanacilli is in the hot seat again, ten years after her conviction of murder to the first degree and innocent plea. The ruthless but sexy reporter Tiffany Low cracks Lisa for a confession… at a price. Lisa is strong, courageous and says it how it is. This story has been extended due to reader’s demand. And is only for adult readers.

Psychological Fiction: Every Time I Hear That Voice From The Basement.
George appears to be harmless. The local neighbourhood geek on the outside, married to Jolene. In reality, he’s a very disturbed man. His path crosses with Dana, the local check out girl. This is a psychological suspense story with a twist.

Crime Fiction: The Entrance To The Tunnel Is His Only Way Out.
Juan is a wanted man, and an ex-gang member on the run from Atlanta to Mexico. With a hundred grand in cash stolen from his ex-boss, he meets an unlikely fate in Mexico. A fast-paced crime fiction story.

Contemporary Romance: When His Hands Run Up My Thighs I…
Love has no time limit, age limit or use by date. Sarah now in her fifties is reunited with her long-lost love Joshua. They last had contact in 1961. In the present day, thanks to the advancement of technology their paths cross. A heart-warming and modern tale, about long distance love, that will leave you warm inside.

Suspense: We Only Said Goodbye With Words, I Died A Hundred Times:
In 1963 Russian Femme Fatale Mila Petrov is London’s top Madam. Her entertainment house is booming, she has a team of London’s strongest women behind her. Unfinished business from her past creeps up and haunts her. It’s nothing she can’t handle. A suspenseful historical tale, with a strong Femme Fatale.

Fantasy: The Ones Who Live At The Bottom Of The Ocean, Come To The Surface.
A beautiful coming of age story, featuring sixteen year old Zoe and her mother May-Li. Myth becomes reality, as Zoe finds out who and what she really is. Her mixed descent reveals more than what meets the eye. This fantasy story is set against the backdrop of a Greek island and Hong Kong, China.

Suspenseful Crime Fiction: Guilty As Charged, In Self-Defence
California’s sassy, tough, and likeable defence lawyer Catherine has taken on a case so high profile, if she wins she’ll become a partner of Martin Law Firm. Defending forty six year old Mrs. Chevelle. An ex Las Vegas show girl, now a Hollywood wife, on trial for the murder of her high-profile husband. She claims she’s innocent. Readers are taken on a fast -paced journey on a mission to seek the truth.

Contemporary Fiction: It’s A Man’s Man’s World:
A beautiful modern tale showing the love and appreciation of a woman. James Brown said it right when he said, “it’s a man’s man’s world, but it would mean nothing without a woman or a girl.”

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Author Bio: Didi Oviatt

Didi Oviatt is a small- town gal who married a small town guy. Within a few years of experiencing a new families bliss, she discovered that she had a thirst to write. Now, after digging down deep and getting in touch with her literary self, she’s writing mystery/thrillers like Search For Maylee (coming soon), Aggravated MomentumThe Stix, and New Age Lamians. Along with a six- piece short story collection called the Time Wasters. And don’t fret: there are two more Lamian novels in the works. When Didi doesn’t have her nose buried in a book, she can found enjoying a laid back outdoorsy life. Time spent sleeping under the stars, hiking, fishing, and ATVing the back roads of beautiful mountain trails, and bathing in the desert heat plays an important part of her day to day lifestyle.

Author Bio: Kim Knight

Kim is thirty four (born in 1983), and from London in the UK. She’s a mother to a beautiful toddler and a proud author of seven romance and thriller books. Kim started her journey as a traditionally published author after she scored a publishing contract with a USA based publisher. She was over the moon! However, it became clear to Kim that things were not as she expected. Therefore, she set out on her own journey, she dived head first into the world of self-publishing and republished two of her fictional stories, and became a proud self-published author also. Something great was unleashed, she’ll never look back in regret.
As a reader she’s head over heels in love with romance, historical fiction, crime fiction, African- American, suspense and thriller genre books. At present Kim is writing a romantic thriller novel, and brainstorming steamy romance novella ideas. As a writer, Kim enjoys creating stories with a diverse and multi-cultural line up, within the romance, romantic suspense, general thriller and crime genres. When she’s not reading, or writing stories of her own her other passions include practising her French, fashion, drawing, make-up artistry, spending time at her sewing machine dressmaking, watching make up and beauty tutorials on YouTube, letter writing and being a mum.

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Enchanted Book Promotions: Release Blitz "Secret Love"

Release Blitz Secret Love

About the Book
Guarding a secret and playing with fire has never been a good combination.

Four years ago, Holly Scallenger embarked on the most difficult journey of her life. As if being a single parent isn't already stressful enough, Holly also attended med-school, in hopes of helping other pregnant women in a way she wasn't helped. But things don't look so good as she has to embark on a new journey - a journey that would take her back to Boston, back to the man who broke her heart and discarded her and her babies.

Sworn to never fall for him again, Holy is put to the test once more when a chance encounter reunites them.
Secret Love is the second novel in the 4Ever series by Isabella White

About Imperfect Love
Imperfect Love is only $0.99 until the end of the month!
At 24 years old, Holly Scallanger has the perfect life. Everything a girl could want; a beautiful man, a stunning home, as well as being in the midst of preparing for the wedding of her dreams. This all vanishes the night she catches her fiancé, Brandon Morgan, in bed with her worst nightmare, Donna Sinclair, just a week before Holly is set to walk down the aisle.

Attempting to recover from his betrayal, Holly swears off the affections of men in order to pick up the pieces of her crumbling life. Unfortunately, meeting Jake 'Hooligan' Peters is not part of her plan. The tall, dark-haired and handsome as hell med student, sweeps Holly away from the pain of her past and reveals to her the bright future that lies ahead. That is, until she falls pregnant just as Jake begins his internship at P&E; his family's hospital.

Will this love at first sight lead her to the fairytale she has always craved? Or, will she fall victim to a betrayal of the heart yet again?

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

.99 CENTS SUMMER SALE: Monica Hershel: Predator on Top Kindle Edition by Gianni Shamari

Florida native Monica Hershel is a young wealthy traveler, model and proud lesbian that is blessed with the Hollywood looks of Ruby Rose. Nicknamed “Predator”, she has the Goddess-giving ability to convince any woman to be her sexual prey for epic love making. A master cunnilinguist, Monica pleasures women to the maximum with her skillful tongue and sensual touches. Her appetite for a woman’s luscious body is insatiable. These eight short erotic tales are some of Monica’s most epic sexual encounters with extraordinary-looking women. Her devour of women is perfect for your erotic fantasy and reading delight.

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.99 CENTS SUMMER SALE: Relationships And Other Stuff Vol 2: Stories From Women (Relationships Series) Kindle Edition

No matter how you see things, life is always about relationships. We're constantly learning and growing. It's a process that helps us understand ourselves and others. And it helps us learn what's important in life. Our relationships, whether good or bad, shape our perception and view of ourselves and others. Without these experiences, we have no true depth to our lives. Relationships and Other Stuff (True Stories from Women) focus on true stories from women of all ages. Being a woman is truly something to celebrate. This book takes a look at the secret place in a woman's heart and soul that has helped to shape her into the woman that she has become. Editor, Natasha Brooks distributes the contents into five topical story sections - each describing these women's relationships and experiences with important individuals that have shaped their lives; people such as their mothers, grandmothers, aunts, friends, husbands, and fathers. Each section explores definitions in which each woman's stories and poems of growth explains experiences that touch on what it means to be a woman.
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Book Excerpt: Girl Within Girl Book 2: Healing by S.P. Aruna

EXCERPT: My name is Sean Paisley, and I'm a psychiatrist, a profession that for many is somewhat off-putting. When I embarked upo...