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Release Blitz + Giveaway: Summer Fair Anthology by Various Authors


Celebrate the release of Summer Fair: a Queer Anthology with the contributing authors and Other Worlds Ink! Author CM Peters drops an interview too! Learn more about the stories that include contemporary, historical and fantasy genres from authors: Arden de Winter, Harley Easton, Annabeth Leong, Gregory L. Norris, R.L. Merrill, Sienna Saint-Cyr, CM Peters, and Marie Piper! And enter in the mega giveaway: win a $75 Amazon gift card giveaway!

Summer Fair Anthology


There's a new queer romance anthology out that benefits RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network) - Summer Fair.


Summer festivals bring the aroma of popcorn, the excitement of rides, and the promise of real-life enchantment. Seven authors bring you original love stories, each set at a different summer celebration. You’ll experience the thrill of the Chicago World’s fair through the eyes of a plucky girl reporter and the quiet desperation of a teen working a summer job at a traveling carnival. Get whisked away on romantic journeys around the world from a sweet Texas Dewberry Festival to a lantern-filled temple celebration to a surprisingly rowdy New England Founders Day. Whether it’s the magic of a Renaissance Fair, the excitement of a Theater Retreat, or the pulse of a Music Festival, you’re sure to get geared up for all things summer with this delightful new collection.

Note: Most stories are fantasy, but this anthology also includes historical, paranormal and contemporary works.


Including:

  • Riding the Wave by Annabeth Leong
  • Amaryllis and New Lace by Gregory L. Norris
  • Salty and Sweet by R.L. Merrill
  • Dewberry Kisses by CM Peters
  • All the World by Marie Piper
  • Carnie by Sienna Saint-Cyr
  • The Storyteller’s Side by Harley Easton
  • With Stars in His Eyes by Arden de Winter

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Author Interview: CM Peters

When did you know you wanted to write, and when did you discover that you were good at it?
I started writing fanfiction in my teenage years, but I didn’t know it was fanfiction (The Crow, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Don Juan De Marco). All I wanted to do was insert myself in my favorite movies. I took a looooong break and came back to writing four and half years ago. When did I discover I was good? Honestly, I still have the impostor syndrome and always feel odd when I’m told something I wrote was good.

How would you describe your writing style/genre?
All over the place. I have ideas for a crime novel, suspense, fantasy, another romance, historical/fantasy, erotica. I write what inspires me.

What do you do when you get writer’s block?

Freak out? Run around in the street screaming? I usually try to let go, do something else, but I get quite frustrated with it, and for me, frustration = anger in that case.

Do you use a pseudonym? If so, why?
I do. CM Peters is my pseudonym mainly because my real surname is French and most anglophones massacre it when they pronounce it.

How long on average does it take you to write a book?
The first three took 3-4 months each. My latest took eight months since I had to put it away for a while. It all really depends on when I can write (I work full-time) and how it all flows.

What do you do if you get a brilliant idea at a bad time? 
I have a waterproof notepad in the shower. If in bed/at night, I dictate something to my phone. Or I grab a piece of paper to scribble things down.

Are you a full-time or part-time writer? How does that affect your writing?
I’m a part-time writer. It affects my writing and not because I try to steal some time at work during slower hours or breaks to write a bit. If not, I make it up on weekends.

Are you a plotter or a pantster?
PLOT PLOT PLOT! Oh, gawd, I’m annoying with that and keep adding to it until I realize my book would end up having 50 chapters.

Do your books spring to life from a character first or an idea?
Usually, an idea. But sometimes, I ‘see’ a character and build a story around him/her.

What is the most heartfelt thing a reader has said to you?
That I saved her life with one of my stories. It’s hard to describe what it did to me but I’m glad she’s still alive.

What was one of the most surprising things you’ve learned in writing your books? I love writing dialogue. I make myself laugh with those parts.

Where do you like to write? Anywhere I can. For some reason, I get really inspired in waiting rooms! o_0

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A nurse (changed my mind when I saw guts), a writer, a translator (too lazy to learn more languages), a writer, a radio jockey, and finally, an actress.

If you had the opportunity to live one year of your life over again, which year would you choose, and why?
August 2001 to May 2002. My last school year in college. Had a blast, met wonderful people, and made longlife connections.

Tell me one thing hardly anyone knows about you.
I still dream of being an actress.

Tell me about a unique or quirky habit of yours.
Even if I’m alone in my car while driving and go over a bump that makes me flop back on my seat, I shout ‘wooo!’. Yeah, I’m weird.

Were you a voracious reader as a child?
Some children are put in the corner because they’ve been bad. I was put in the corner with books because I did my schoolwork too fast in class. From then on, devoured anything I could.

What pets are currently on your keyboard, and what are their names? Pictures?
Sharpe and Loki, shelter cats, they drive me nuts but I love them.

What was the first book that made you cry? 
Marie-TempĂȘte by Dominique Demers, read in my teenage years. The story is about a teenager getting pregnant at the worst time possible and her wading through it all. The birthing scene made me bawl in class.

What other artistic pursuits (it any) do you indulge in apart from writing? Competitive cat brushing, looming, karaoke

What do you like to read in your free time?
These days, autobiographies.

If you could create a new holiday, what would it be? 
Writers week. One full week off every month to write without anything else to do.

If you were stuck on a desert island all alone with only three things, what would they be?
Toilet paper (cause really, leaves??), an endless supply of notebooks, Tom Hiddleston. No, he’s not a thing. Okay, chocolate.

What fantasy realm would you choose to live in and why? 
The Marvel universe for the win!

Would you visit the future or the past, and why? 
The past, to have time to learn more, read more, love more. Why know the future? So you can stress about it?

How does the world end?
In bed with a good book.

Star Trek or Star Wars? Why?
Star Trek for Benedict Cumberbatch’s Khan and Star Wars for Princess Leia.



Excerpt



Summer Fair meme



From All the World by Marie Piper
She decided to do something bold. “Come up in the wheel with me.”

“I’ve been up in the wheel,” but Cathleen didn’t say no. “You don’t have to buy me a ticket.”

“But I want to,” Anna said. “I want to go up there with you. The line is long. It may be the last thing I get to do today, and though I’m terrified I can’t pass up the chance to do something that is once-in-a-lifetime.”

“No, I imagine you can’t.” Wiping her face, Cathleen finished her hot dog. Anna did the same, and they returned their glasses to the Pabst booth and then got into the long line for the wheel. Children bounced in line, excited to go up but bored with waiting. Men smoked and sent the wafts of smoke across all the people in line, and more than one person looked nervous about going into the sky in the steel contraption.

Anna and Cathleen bought tickets and, by virtue of space, were shoved together as they shuffled slowly to the front.

“Mercy, but it’s high.” Anna felt as if she might be sick.

“You don’t have to do it, you know.”

“But I’ve already bought a ticket.”

“Someone’d pay you for it.”

“But I’ve come all this way and I’m here standing underneath it. Besides, what’ll I do if I don’t—go look at the Fisheries?”

She felt a warm hand take hers and nearly fainted. Cathleen had taken her hand. “Don’t be afraid. It’s fun. It really is.”

“Thank you.”

“And if it collapses and we die, at least we’ll die together.”

Anna groaned but did not take her hand away. Hand in hand, they reached the front of the line and waited with a group of thirty others for the next car to come down and to board. Cathleen pulled them to a windowed corner where they could both press against the glass.

Still, they held hands.

And when the car started to move, Anna squeezed hard from nerves without thinking. Cathleen ducked her head in and put her lips to Anna’s. It was brief, just a momentary touch, but then she whispered into Anna’s ear. “Don’t be afraid.”

Anna wasn’t. Cathleen’s lips against hers had taken away all the fear she had felt about the Ferris Wheel, and then some. With Cathleen beside her, their fingers entwined, she rode the car that rose into the air and beheld the entire fair in all directions before her. She saw the Coliseum of the Wild West show, and the balloon in the sky, and all the trains, and all the people, and all the way back to the basin where she’d first entered the fair off the Lake. The sun was just beginning to go down in the sky. Soon, it would be evening, and Anna would need to get on her way—but with the incredible views and the hand of the lovely girl in hers, and Anna’s heart swelled about to bursting. She could have wept at it all, at this perfect day.

The car started to descent.

“We get one more loop,” Cathleen said.

“I wish it was a hundred,” Anna replied, turning to her friend. “I wish we could stay here forever.” It was an honest confession.

Cathleen smiled, but sadly. With the displays below, Anna felt as if she could see all the world ahead of her. And all the world seemed so small and unimportant.




About the Authors

The brain child of Chicago romance author Marie Piper, the StoryPenners is a collection of fiction and romance authors dedicated to producing independent anthologies to support charitable causes. The StoryPenners has members from the Midwest, the West Coast, New England, Canada, England, and Australia.

Original Members: Marie Piper, Harley Easton, CM Peters, S.B. Roark, and Sienna Saint-Cyr

Contributing StoryPenners: Randi Perrin, Annabeth Leong, Gregory L. Norris, R.L. Merrill, Katey Tattrie, R. Diamond, Arden de Winter

Previous Anthologies:

Melt
​Haunt

Author Websites:

http://annabethleong.blogspot.com/

https://www.harleyeaston.com/

http://www.rlmerrillauthor.com

http://www.mariepiper.com/contact/

https://siennasaintcyr.wordpress.com/

http://gregorylnorris.blogspot.com/


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Review: Bunkhouse Boys by Marie Piper

Kenny and Blue, two hands at the Tate Ranch, find distraction in each other from sleepless nights and days filled with hard work. Keeping their relationship a secret might be essential, but with their growing need for each other, it sure won’t be easy.


I love stories about cowboys and I love historical settings, put the two together and I am one happy Peach. I was excited about reading this one and while I did like the writing and what was here, in the end there really wasn’t much here overall. What I read of the characters I liked, but there wasn’t enough foundation for me to get invested in their story.

The setting is promising with a group of ranch hands sharing sleeping space in the ranch bunkhouse. Kenny has trouble sleeping and always is awake when Blue stumbles in after spending too much time drinking. One night Blue is in the midst of rubbing one out when he catches Kenny watching him. One thing leads to another and there is boning outside the bunkhouse.

The scene was definitely steamy, but after that life on the ranch continued. The two had a tryst in the barn and that led to a really hot scene in the bunkhouse full of sleeping men. The possibility of getting caught upped the heat level and was very much a pleasure to read. But that was about it, there wasn’t a story to pull the characters together and I missed that connection.

For a quick and hot cowboy read, Bunkhouse Boys is good stuff but you aren’t going to get a fully fleshed out story.


For more information about the Bunkhouse Boys check them out on Goodreads.


**a copy of this story was provided for an honest review**

Purchase Links:
NineStar Press: http://ninestarpress.com/product/bunkhouse-boys/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Bunkhouse-Boys-Marie-Piper-ebook/dp/B01DSE3R9A

Author Bio

Marie Piper is a Michigan native who earned her B.A. in English Literature from Michigan State University, and now lives in Chicago. She loves travel, coffee, and surrounding herself with her book hoard. Marie has published several short pieces in erotica collections from House of Erotica, Coming Together, LoveSlave, Torquere Press, and recently celebrated the release of HAVEN'S FLAME, the first novel in her steamy Western Historical Romance series, FIRES OF CRICKET BEND. The second book in the series - title forthcoming - will be released in March 2015.

Email: mariepiperbooks@gmail.com
Website: mariepiper.com
Twitter: @mariepiperbooks


Excerpt
©Marie Piper 2016
All rights reserved

Kenny had always been a terrible sleeper. He’d never been one to just lie down and close his eyes and dream. Always, he’d be the one still up hours after everyone else. He became real familiar with the ceilings of the places he slept, from the sod house of his childhood to the different bunkhouses at the ranches and farms he’d worked at as he grew to a man. He came to know lots of holes in the boards that made walls, and the stitching of the blankets that warmed him. Even at twenty-five years old and employed at the Tate ranch where the boss ran his boys hard from sunup to sundown, Kenny could never simply just go to sleep.
Of course, he was wide awake and pulling at the loose string of a missing button on his long underwear the night Blue snuck back into the bunkhouse. Everyone else had drifted off hours ago, and as Blue made his way through the dark room, his long tan duster caught the moonlight and made him look like a ghost. Blue took off his coat and lay back on his bunk, which was next to Kenny’s. The wood of the bedframe creaked under his weight. Blue was big man, tall and broad-shouldered, and he filled every inch of his bed from top to bottom. He dropped his boots off the bed, rustled a bit, and his pants followed after his boots.
Unseen, Kenny rolled his eyes in the dark.
All the boys drank at the saloon a few miles away more often than they should, but Blue was the most relentless about it. Every night after supper, unless he was on duty, Blue would take off to town and not come back until his words were slurred and the reek of booze came from him. He’d stomp through the room noisily and wake half the boys before he even got to his bunk.
For a moment, the room was silent save for the sounds of snores and mumbles and farts, same as any room full of sleeping men. Kenny let go of his string and started counting the planks on the bunk above his head. Duncan snored loudly up there. Not many of the other fellows liked him, on account of his being a loud-mouthed brute who always seemed to be ready to pick on those younger, smaller, or different than he liked.
A quiet sound caught Kenny’s attention, the sound of an arm against a blanket. It was coming from Blue’s bunk. Kenny could tell even in the darkness what he was doing. The motion, the rhythm—Blue was yanking at himself. In a room full of men, this was not unusual. Still, Kenny turned his head toward Blue’s bunk. In a peek from the moonlight, he could see Blue’s blanket moving on his lap.
“You like watchin’ me?” Blue whispered.

Review: Sarah & Jude by Marie Piper

Jude Farraday is as rough and hard working as any man on the Tate ranch in Nebraska, and by far the best at breaking horses. Sarah Tate, daughter of the ranch boss, finds herself drawn to Jude despite the danger a relationship between the two of them could bring. After all, Jude is a woman.














Sarah is the daughter of a Ranch owner, and has reached womanhood without much interest in men. She has a peculiar interest in looking at ranch hand, Jude, especially when Jude is taming horses. A kiss in the barn between these two women turns Sarah’s world upside down, and now she understands why she doesn’t look at the men like she is expected to.

This story had promise but didn’t really deliver. There just wasn’t enough depth to it to make it great.

I learned the bare bones of Jude, and little more of Sarah. Told entirely from Sarah’s point of view, and very little meaningful dialogue between Sarah and Jude, didn’t allow for much information sharing before the ending. There was also an instalove that was completely unbelievable and the plot was too simple to make it work.

The erotic scenes were nice but short. Some more focus on Sarah’s first sexual encounter with Jude would have been better. A little more heat and passion would have elevated it. More dialogue between the two women, to give some character depth, would have gone a long way. I would have liked to learn more about Jude and her rough edges. I liked where the story was going, and would happily have read a longer novella about them.

For the length, I wasn’t totally unsatisfied. The plot was great in theory, and I liked what little I learned about the characters. This story read a bit like an outline to a longer story. The style was solid, and the overall delivery of the story was satisfactory. I just needed more from this than was there. I would read other work from this author if the story was longer and had more meat on its proverbial bones.

Recommended for those who enjoy tiny morsels of historical western fiction, between female characters with potential.



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NineStar Press: http://ninestarpress.com/product/sarah-jude/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sarah-Jude-Marie-Piper-ebook/dp/B01A5WACPK


Author Bio

Marie Piper is a Michigan native who earned her B.A. in English Literature from Michigan State University, and now lives in Chicago. She loves travel, coffee, and surrounding herself with her book hoard. Marie has published several short pieces in erotica collections from House of Erotica, Coming Together, LoveSlave, Torquere Press, and recently celebrated the release of HAVEN'S FLAME, the first novel in her steamy Western Historical Romance series, FIRES OF CRICKET BEND. The second book in the series - title forthcoming - will be released in March 2015.

Email: mariepiperbooks@gmail.com
Website: mariepiper.com
Twitter: @mariepiperbooks
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MariePiperBooks/


Excerpt
©Marie Piper 2016
All rights reserved

The stallion jumped a little but he didn’t fight. He’d wait before making his move. Almost broken, almost tame enough to allow himself to be ridden peacefully, the black-as-tar horse was sixteen hands of pure power. The tall rider on his back coiled in anticipation.

Sarah Tate washed a mountain of clothes in the basin as she knelt in the grass, but her attention wasn’t on soap bubbles that warm afternoon. It was fixed on the scene in the pen. Sweating in the sun, Sarah brushed a stuck piece of fair hair off her forehead and stood up, wondering if there’d be blood or broken bones in the next few minutes.

Jude Farraday worked as hard as any man on the ranch, fixing fences and driving poles like a rail worker and breaking horses better than any other hand. With the same sun-leathered skin, scraggly hair, and rough hands as the other boys, Jude seemed no different than the rest.

Sarah couldn’t see why folks said Jude was unnatural. She was just a hard-working woman, not much different than Sarah herself, except she was built like a boy and wore men’s clothes and did men’s work. Sarah hated washing clothes and felt in some way she understood the woman’s plight, even though she was nineteen years old and had never worn pants in her life.

The male ranch hands sat on the fence and watched as Jude expertly tamed the stallion. Sarah’s father had given Jude the task especially; she was notably better with the horses than the other men, and the horse had been expensive. Folks argued that Jude shouldn’t be kept on the ranch, but Sarah’s father knew a good worker when he saw one, and it was his vote alone that counted. Jude knew horses. Jude was valuable.

Like a coil, the horse sprung into wild action. Hoofs hit the dirt and kicked up dust, and Jude rode hard, taking the ups and downs with a stony expression. The horse bucked and jumped as much as it could manage in an attempt to throw its rider, but Jude hung on and didn’t go to the ground.

Sarah stopped washing and made her way toward the pen.

“Miss Sarah.” Some of the men nodded or tipped their hats to her. She barely heard them as she leaned on the fence and watched.

“Come on, you son of a bitch,” Jude called to the horse, a brave smile coming to her face. Sarah noticed the lean flow of Jude’s body and the way her strong thighs clung to the sleek flanks of the beast. Jude’s dark braid flew behind her, same as the horse’s tail, flipping along with the horse’s jumps and sidesteps.

She was beautiful.