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Sunday, April 24, 2016

#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Vol. 2 by Torie James @Writergurl216 #PNR #Romance @13_below







In the burning lands of rapturous fulfillment and unrequited desire, one false step can lead down the path towards delicious destruction. Impassioned appeals, sinful seductions and fevered longings can often hide degrees of twisted tenderness but don’t be fooled. Not all prisons have bars, silence can be deadly and even the sweetest face conceals monstrous insanity. Tread lightly, choose well or find sexual satisfaction at the dead end of one-way street.
Book One | The Factory
A glittering citadel born from blood money and power tripping provides the perfect stage for its mysterious owner and his young, dazzling wife. Before the final act is called and the curtain falls, they’ll both be tested to the limits of their personal, moral compasses. And neither of theirs point true north.
Book Two | Nevermore
Newlyweds on a romantic, Spanish honeymoon find themselves battling against stereotypes after a short engagement leads to a much longer commitment. In the shadows of infatuation, however, lay the groundwork for a cruel coupling that even death cannot part.
Book Three | The Nomad
In a post-apocalyptic, dystopian future, one young warrior woman travels the world in search of help against The Great Evil. When her travels take her far underground to the lair of the last great Champion, she finds duty mixing with desire and a tender temptation that threatens her mission.



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 13th Below Press: https://thirteenbelow.com/shop/#!/Fractured-Fantasies-Volume-2-eBook/p/55704436/category=12024987

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Fractured-Fantasies-Two-Torie-James-ebook/dp/B01E7M5T20/




Excerpt (Pg-13):
The Maestro indulged her every whim and his own. He took to spending more and more time in her company, eschewing the company of his colleagues and female companionship. He adored her and she idolized him, knowing he could give her the life she dreamed of.
The Mobster and His Maeve.
Sometimes, during dinner, she'd look up and see sadness etched over his sharp features and it made her heart hurt for him, but he'd never answer when she asked what was wrong.
Then one night, he did.
"You're growing up, Maeve. You'll be leaving soon and looking for a nice young man who'll treat you right. There's a whole big world waiting out there for you. You need to see it, not stay locked up here with an old coot like me."
"You're not an old coot." Her fingers touched his arm, voice breathy and low. "I don't need to see the world. I don't need a nice young man. All I need is you." It was true. She'd decided long ago that someday she'd be his wife. "Please don't send me away."
The Maestro laid his hand over her own, long tapered fingers sliding between hers and squeezing gently. "I'd never send you away, Maeve. But there may come a day you'll want to leave."
Staring into his ebony eyes, she shook her head solemnly. "Never."
He chuckled at her confident bravado. "We'll see."
He leaned close, the spicy scent of his aftershave filling her head and for the briefest moment, she wondered if he might kiss her. The thought thrilled her, an unfamiliar surge of undefinable emotion causing her heart to slam violently against her ribcage. Her lashes fluttered down, chin tilting up delicately but when his lips touched her skin, it was her forehead that felt the warm, firm brush. That and nothing more.
 He married her the day she turned 18.
They exchanged vows in the wedding chapel on the 13th floor of The Factory.
The bride wore white.
The dapper groom dressed in Armani's finest. Of course.
"There you go, Maeve. The girl who married me." The cool touch of the silver wedding band he'd slipped on her finger twinkled with a dusting of diamond chips. "Never take it off, sweetheart."
How odd he sounded, a steely command wrapped in pleading but then he kissed her and all other thoughts dissolved under the onslaught of burgeoning desire in the young woman. She'd dreamt of him touching her, making love to her, countless times. She expected fireworks, raging passion and unparalleled bliss.
Instead, her wedding night wavered between boring and frustrated. A few gropes of her breasts, one kiss and three or four furtive thrusts, and it was over. He'd kissed her cheek, rolled over and fell asleep.

Standard Author Interview

Can you tell us a little bit about where you are from? I live in Southern California, literally steps away from Disneyland and about 50 miles from Los Angeles. I can literally sit on my lawn at night and watch the fireworks from the Magic Kingdom.
What inspired you to write your first book? Funnily enough, a rather bad breakup with an ex. I do believe one of the last things he said to me was along the lines of I'd never be a 'real' writer because my writing sucked. Now, some of my nearest and dearest said that was mean. I say it's motivation.
Do you have a specific writing style? In other words, are you a plotter or a pantser? I'm a strange and scary combination of both. I never write in order but rather let the muse decide what mood and scene to tackle. Then I go back and put it all together.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? Anne Rice. Seriously. I fangirl on that woman hardcore.
What book would we find you reading right now? Currently, I am deep into a book by Shelli Rosewarne called Scarlett Legacy.
What was the hardest part of writing your book(s)? Funnily enough, erotica is one of the hardest things for me to write. Which is why I undertook my Fractured Fantasies to begin with. I became comfortable with my paranormal romance and wanted to challenge myself to see if I could switch gears for a bit.
Do you have any advice to offer other writers? Don't quit. Please. I know it's a rough road, full of bumps and detours. It can get ugly and you will feel lost or misunderstood. But if you've got the passion, talent and drive, then you don't give up, don't give in. You get out there and you make the world sit up and take notice.


Fun Author Interview

Who I am? A bundle of bizarre strapped into a Torie James suit.
What genres I write in. Paranormal, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Erotica. All romance!
Favorite genres to read. *taps chin* Those mentioned above plus historical, mystery and contemporary.
Favorite TV shows. ID Channel. Oxygen. TruTv.
Last movie I saw on the big screen. DeadPool. I am in complete fangirl love.
What’s on my Netflix list (to be watched). Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, Dogma, Beetlejuice and House on Haunted Hill.
Coffee or Tea. COFFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Chocolate or Caramel. Both. In copious amounts.
Apple Cider or Pumpkin Spice. Pumpkin Spice.
Rock N Roll or Country. Rock and Roll all the way!
Lumberjack or Police Officer. Can I just be the woman who spies on them through binoculars?
Tropical Island or Winter Cabin. Winter cabin.
 




Torie James Bio and Social Media Links

Born on the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous,Torie is the illegitimate love child of Han Solo and  Daenerys Targaryen. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before her home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, she was raised in relative obscurity by her foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking. At the tender age of 113, she inherited the best little whorehouse in Texas and is rumored to be bringing Sexy Back. A self confessed chocoholic, she's been engaged to Willy Wonka despite gossip surrounding a lifelong affair with Bruce Wayne.

And clearly, she practices delusion on a daily basis.

The truth is, I'm just an overgrown kid with a vivid imagination who loves to write and share my crazy with the world. My future plans include, hopefully, buying a lovely Scottish castle and convincing Queen Elizabeth I that I'd make a fab addition to the Royal Family.

Three years ago, I finally got my 'brave' on and submitted a wee story about true love, honor, friendship and the magic within us all. That story was Timeless Night, the first book in a five book series I've named New Camelot. Since then, I've been lucky enough to have published Timeless Desire (Book 2 of New Camelot), Beauty and The Feast (A New Camelot Thanksgiving Novella) Ties That Bind (The Cloie Chronicles I), Fractured Fantasies (Valentine's Venom), Fractured Fantasies (Volume 1) and coming soon, Fractured Fantasies (Volume Two).
I live in Southern California, a stone's throw from Disneyland, with my family and the most ridiculously spoiled pets anyone could imagine. I wake everyday with the determination to make this life as random, quirky and beautiful as it can be.
 









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Friday, March 18, 2016

#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Vol. 1 by Torie James #Erotica #Fantasy @Writergurl216





Past the shadows of lust and temptation there is a secret dimension of dark, forbidden desires. Abandon rational thought and step into a world of shattering rapture, furious ecstasy and burning secrets. Worship the flesh and submit to carnal seduction but remember passion comes at a high price. What are you willing to pay?



Book One — Point of No Return

One night a year, impiety and temptation take center court at the invitation only event hosted by the mysterious Avan Noxturna. Decadent darkness, burning lust, and wicked intentions hide behind innocent masks in the most innocuous places. The fires of hell may blaze hot, but the flames of passion consume common sense when obsessive memories escape to ignite an inferno of intimate bliss that will sear both saint and sinner.



Book Two: No Change Policy in Room 8

Nerdy sexpot, Maggie, is good at minding her own business. But when Tall, Dark, and Horny makes his presence known, she answers the siren call of anonymous lust on the first ring. Able to get her juices stirring, she’s more than willing to give this contender a shot. It’s been a long time since someone made the grade. Thinly veiled secrets don’t hold water when mystery bleeds into misery and pleasure demands payment with pain.



Book Three — Reclaiming the Rabbit Hole

Madly erotic and impossible dreams have turned Edee Carroll’s waking hours into an embarrassingly nightmarish reality. Carnal passion and a curious nature lead her through the doorway of a doctor specializing in her problem. There are some doors that should never be opened and when the road is paved with crooked desire and dangerous secrets, it doesn’t matter which direction the truth leads. Time is running out and there’s a thin line between satisfaction and suffering.



Book excerpt ((4/5 Heat Rating))

A blast of icy pain raced down her back, making her blink with the sudden onset. Her breath hitched, as though her ribcage buckled, compressed then released. A dull ache set up shop along her spine. Alarmed at the symptoms, she managed to set her shoulders stiffly, casting her gaze over the sea of people, weaving her way through, politely excusing herself when stopped by happy, drunk guests. She had done a full perimeter of each floor and now it was time to get to her office and wait for the offerings. Finding the twins, she conferred a few moments before heading to the elevator.

Then she saw him approach and everything receded into a hazy mural of shadows and light.

Golden brown eyes glowed under the lighting, the skull mask framing a chiseled face. Head to toe, in form fitting red, she remained hypnotized by the pure masculine grace, watching him unfurl from the shadows in wraithlike glory, making his way towards her stealthily.

A rush of pure pleasure slammed through her body, nipples tightening right away and for a brief heartbeat, she felt hands on her body and the slow, heated lick of an invisible tongue teasing her throbbing clit. It took her breath away, carnal thoughts first and foremost in her mind. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten laid. Business first, booty second.

He did look yummy…in all the right places.

She enjoyed being a highly sexual female who felt no shame in shagging a man for recreational purposes. Guys did it all the time and they were called studs. A woman with the same goal? Slut. Luckily, she didn't much care what anyone thought. She had no desire to settle into a bullshit relationship where she lost her identity. Her mother had schooled her. She was an island and it suited her fine when the occasional ship came into port, docking on a temporary pass.

A lustful interlude with a masked stranger on Halloween? Cliché. And tempting. She did have a few extra minutes.

Then he filled her vision and she felt her body grow damp under the heated gaze.

One. Quick. Fuck.

Medicinal purposes only.


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