Important question: do you prefer slow, seductive, tender sexual unions or quick, slamming, smoking hot ones? Comment below.
I often liken the experience of reading to that of having sex. An epic, engaging series can be akin to a lengthy relationship, a great novel like those wondrous long and loving sexual escapades that can last for hours, and novellas and short stories? Well they're those quick-grab-you-and-slam-you-against-the-wall-and-screw-your-brains out kind of sex.
With that in mind, I've launched a new series of short stories and novellas with a scorching heat level, called Quickies. True to their name, they are quick reads but extremely satisfying. Two titles are currently available but many more are to come. Selling for USD$0.99 each, even their price is enticing. Indulge in a Quickie today, you won't be disappointed.
So, how would I answer my own question? I don't kiss and tell. LOL, who am I kidding? Of course I do. While I occasionally get in the mood for slow-loving, I'm a huge fan of the quick, rough, slamming good times. And now you know more about me than you probably wanted to.
Until next time, dear readers, take care and I wish you all happy reading.
Big Changes, a New Release, and the Launch of My New Website #EROROMANCE #NEW RELEASE #RPBP #IARTG #ASMSG
Today I find myself at a crossroads, about to start down a different path, hopefully a better one. Indie publishing is a tough business and I’ve worked hard in the past few years but to no avail. I’ve failed to find a substantial readership, a following, a reader base to support me. My sales are dismal and I know many writers would quit in the same predicament, working countless hours every week and achieving close to nothing. However, I’m no quitter. I love writing and sharing my stories with others. Yes, I wish my readership was larger but the small group that supports me is wondrous and I’m grateful for them. I continue to write as much for them as for myself. The reality of my situation, though, is that I spend more money publishing these works than I see returned as sales, and cannot afford to continue to do so.
Therefore, I’ve made several changes to how I’m going to conduct myself from this point forward. I’ve spent months dissecting my floundering sales and attempting to figure out where I went wrong. One thing I realized was that, unlike many indie authors, I write in different genres. Most write in one, specialize in it if you will, and have created a brand for themselves as a result. Unfortunately, I can’t limit myself like that. From the beginning, this endeavour has been about the stories, not me. I write them as they come to me and, aside from usually containing romantic elements, what I write varies greatly from contemporary romance to horror. I did realize that this causes some confusion for readers however, especially those that only read in one genre, resulting in those who figured my horror titles would be romantic, and vice versa.
In a bid to alleviate this confusion, and to move toward a brand as an author, I’ve separated my available titles into different pennames, C.A. Knoble for romances, Cynthia Knoble for erotic romances, and Anne Kaye for horror titles. I’m hoping this will help and am excited to see the results of this decision. My website has been overhauled entirely to reflect these changes, as have some titles, now sporting new covers. This may prove to be a foolhardy move but I am confident it will be a positive one. I’ve also introduced two new collections under Cynthia Knoble. Quickies is a collection of short erotic stories, the first of which, Rescue Me, releases today. The Love Bites Collection is the banner for paranormal erotic romance titles. Night’s Companion, previously released under C.A. Knoble, is part of this collection, and a new series of wolf-shifter novels, entitled The Willow Creek Wolf Pack, will be released this year, the first book, Claimed by Her Wolves, in late spring.
Ravages of Spirit: Deference, the third and final book in the trilogy, will be available in April. The series has been a labour of love, difficult to write with the depth of emotional turmoil the characters endured, and sadly, completely fell flat commercially. Although the books have been the best reviewed of all my works, the series failed to find an audience. At all. That has made writing the final book extremely taxing, as it’s incredibly disheartening to write something I know readers will pass up. However, again, I value the wonderful few who took the time to read the first two and post such amazing reviews. You are lovely, compassionate women who truly bonded with those characters and, again, I’m finishing the last book as much for you as for myself.
In closing, I remain hopeful these changes will propel my career forward, facilitate the branding that seems to be key for commercial success, and, hopefully, attract new readers. To those who have been supportive from the beginning, I treasure you and once more thank you for all you’ve done to assist me on my journey as an author. As always, I welcome any feedback anyone would like to provide and I will endeavour to blog more this year.
A passionate affair soon plunges Rhys Davenport III into a chaotic corporate world of deceit and betrayal. Is Amber’s love worth risking his own career to salvage hers?
Reclining in a wingback chair in the smoking room of an exclusive gentlemen’s club, Rhys Davenport III celebrates his success. The youngest man ever granted admittance, he has arrived at a pinnacle in his career. The click of stilettoes cuts his gloating short, and he’s astounded at the appearance of a woman in the club, especially one even younger than he is.
Amber Lindsay is a driven woman who has achieved remarkable success. A corporate leader, her accomplishments have guaranteed her entry into the club. No stranger to attaining her goals, she sets her sights on a new one, Rhys.
Their passionate affair fizzles when a secret surfaces, one devastating enough to ruin more than their relationship, an indiscretion that could cut short Amber’s illustrious career. With Rhys’ own reputation at stake, is his brief relationship with Amber worth the risk of losing everything he has accomplished?
The unmistakable sound of high heels on the polished floors that led to this room filled his ears. He looked up to see Raymond, the man who’d given him a tour of the club more than a month ago, leading a woman into the room, and he frowned at their intrusion. Women weren’t allowed in the club, it was called a gentlemen’s club for a reason. He assumed the club had finally realized it was the twenty-first century and was considering admitting women and Raymond was giving her a tour. His other assumption, that she would be an older, spinster-type, rigid in both look and opinion, caused him to turn his head slightly to see if he was correct, but his quick inspection soon revealed that his assumptions were wildly wrong. The woman walking into the room with Raymond was slender and dressed in a business suit that was professional and sexy at once. Short slits in the sides of her fitted knee-length skirt revealed shapely thighs and sensational calves. His eyes flitted back up and over her narrow waist to the tasteful amount of cleavage on display. When he looked to her face, he was shocked. She couldn’t be any older than thirty-five and he narrowed his eyes.
He’d been the only member present and when he’d hoped for company, this certainly wasn’t what he had envisioned. Pretending to be distracted by the cellphone he pulled from the inner pocket of his velvet smoking jacket, he wasn’t eager to have to interact with either interloper, and wished they’d continue their tour elsewhere in the club. When he heard Raymond’s next words, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
“Congratulations once more, Madam. If you require anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
She’d obviously already gained membership and she was younger than he was. Furiously staring at the blackened screen of his cellphone as she took a seat in the armchair across from him, he debated whether he should move to another room or just leave the club entirely. He fought his eyes as she crossed her legs, drawing his attention to them. The sight of those perfect legs caused him to picture them crossing over his back. He forced his sightline away from them but an instant later, his treacherous eyes moved back but to her face this time.
As she lit a slim cigar and puffed on its end, he felt a stirring in his loins, thinking of her full lips there. She blew out smoke, looked to him, and he couldn’t look away now. Her olive-hued irises locked him in place and he could do nothing but stare intently at her. When she smiled at him, his heart began to race and he once more cursed the admittance board.
Copyright 2017 Cynthia Knoble
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It’s incredibly hard to be an indie author. It seems more often than not, we battle not only for recognition in a sea of writers, but against one another. To my dismay, too many writers seem to believe that the only way to get ahead is to belittle, steal from, undermine, and attempt to discredit fellow authors. It happens more than one would think, and for no good reason. There are more than enough readers to support us all although apparently some can’t see that.
Therefore when I was asked if I wanted to be a part of this new magazine, I jumped at the opportunity. Containing authors who are intent on promoting the works of others as well as their own, the concept of this magazine is brilliant. We all benefit. It’s the way it should always be and rarely is. Blue Whisky Publishing has graciously donated their time to put this publication together and the authors featured are sharing it, promoting all within it, creating a community of like-minded authors mature and sensible enough to realize that helping others is the best way to help themselves.
I am honoured to be one of the authors featured in the debut issue of Page Turners and will happily share it on all my social media sites. I would ask that any readers that like even a single author in this magazine to please also share it. Help them and others through a simple click of your share button. Any authors who embrace the ideal of helping others, please also share and, if you’re interested in being featured in an upcoming issue, DM Susan Fisher-Davis on facebook.
Thank you everyone, and happy reading.
It is with great joy that I announce the completion of Ravages of Spirit. This novel has been a tumultuous undertaking for me. It fought me every step of the way but I believe the result is the best story I’ve released to date. It ballooned as time went on, what I had planned as an approximately 70,000 word story now clocks in at close to 100,000 words before revisions. It is an epic tale of love and loss. Heart-breaking but hopeful, it is peopled with tragic but inspiring characters.
I would like to introduce you to the characters that comprise Ravages of Spirit. Tessa is a wounded woman hiding from the world. Secluded in a cabin in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, her only companions are her faithful dog Goober and her elderly neighbour, Earl. She bears deep physical and emotional scars of her tragic past. She has given up on life, too hurt by her experiences to attempt to reintegrate into society and merely exists, passing the years in solitude.
Her life changes dramatically one morning when she encounters a strange-looking cougar. Witnessing the cat fall from a rock ledge, she prepares herself to shoot the injured animal, intent on ending its suffering. When she reaches the spot where it fell however, she finds an unconscious naked man in its place. Having no recourse but to believe the cougar has transformed into a man, her humanitarian instincts kick in. She cannot leave an injured man alone in the wilderness and, so, after fashioning a stretcher, she brings him back to her cabin to care for him.
Finn is a cougar-shifter, a creature meant to live amongst his own kind, keeping his distance from humans. However, human hunters kill a loved one and Finn is determined to exact his revenge. After surviving the fall witnessed by Tessa, he awakens in her cabin. Reluctant to be with a human woman who knows his true nature, he must rely on her to take care of him during his infirmary and soon finds they have much in common. Both victims of senseless violence, they connect deeply. As Tessa nurses him to health, he repairs her battered spirit and soon the pair are a couple.
He struggles to keep his secret intentions from her, certain she will not be able to understand his thirst for vengeance. He knows he is close to encountering the hunters he seeks and vows to keep Tessa from becoming entangled in his vendetta. A further complication ensues when cat-shifters from his Pride track him to Tessa’s cabin, intent on assisting him.
Photo credit: Art G. Used under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic License
Gerrard is the Pride’s Alpha and a shifter of uncommon compassion. His worry for Finn has spurned him to search for the shifter, accompanied by his son, Rick, Finn’s best friend, James and his friend Tulsa, a bear-shifter. Rick is determined to prove his mettle to his father and the Pride. James wants to ensure Finn’s safety and prove his albinism and small-stature are not the detriments that others view them to be. Tulsa, estranged from his Sleuth, is resolved to protect Gerrard, his only friend. However, Gerrard’s desire to accommodate Finn’s needs soon endangers the lives of the others. Upon learning the whereabouts of the hunters, tragedy befalls the group.
Jacob, a cruel man with a hidden agenda and Jude, a small-town pastor, lead the human hunters. The two recruit several men to their side, determined to alleviate the ‘demon threat’ to the town. Having grossly underestimated the abilities of the humans, the shifters face them in a bloody standoff that will see many die. Caught in the middle of the bloodshed, Tessa is a pawn in the battle that rages around her. She wonders if her love for Finn will be enough to ensure his survival.
Ravages of Spirit will be available for pre-order August 1st and will be released in late August.
I’m not talking about the mature-woman-seeking-young-lovers kind of cougar, although they are a wild species as well (I'm winking even as I know you can't see me). I'm referring to the large cat also known as a mountain lion or puma among many other names. My upcoming novel, Ravages of Spirit is about a pride of cougar-shifters and, while working on it, I've done a lot of research about cougars.
I've always been fascinated by them. They are the largest wild cat in North America. Despite years of human hunting and encroachment into their space, cougars are still found throughout North and South America. They are formidable hunters, speedy for their size and extremely agile. Although not true apex predators, they do not possess any natural enemies other than man.
Here is a link to a website offering further information about cougars and below the photo is a little more information on Ravages of Spirit.
A Bit More About Ravages of Spirit
Cougars are solitary creatures but the cougar-shifters in Ravages of Spirit live in a pride. After all, shifters are already imaginary beings and I figure my conceived world can abide by my rules, LOL. Behaviour-wise my shifters share traits of both cougars and lions although they physically resemble cougars.
I wanted to portray a group of shifters that were more than a pride. I envisioned them as a family that would love, honour and protect one another. My shifters live in a commune that includes many families and has an elected alpha governing them. They are self-sufficient and interact with humans as little as possible. Pride life changes when one of their own, Finn, embarks on a mission of vengeance that could potentially endanger them all.
In the following teaser, pride alpha Gerrard and his son, Rick, discuss Finn’s rash behaviour. This text is unedited but I wanted to introduce you to characters other than those I’ve mentioned before, namely Finn and Tessa.
Gerrard looked up from the rabbit carcass he was skinning when the familiar scent of Rick wafted to him. Seconds later, Rick entered the shed that served as the pride’s abattoir. He then waited patiently while Gerrard wiped his bloodied hands and turned his full attention to him.
“I tracked him to the Tennessee border.”
Gerrard nodded at the confirmation of what he had known. He was glad Rick had returned and not pursued Finn any further. An already volatile situation would have escalated quickly had Rick encountered Finn.
“Are we going to go after him?” Rick asked, hope soaking his words.
Gerrard paused before answering. He feared Finn would get himself killed with how he had rushed off in a blind rage. However, Gerrard had the rest of the pride’s safety to consider as well. The role of alpha came with hard responsibilities and many tough decisions. Although he wanted Finn here, with the others where he belonged, he would not endanger any of the other shifters in the pride.
His steely grey eyes took in his son’s eager face. Rick was worried about Finn, undoubtedly, but Gerrard knew the majority of Rick’s fervour to join Finn was born of bloodlust. The same thirst for vengeance that consumed Finn burned brightly within Rick. While Gerrard worried for Finn’s safety, he was not eager to lose another child by indulging Rick’s desire. He sighed.
“If we do, it will be I who goes. With James. You will stay here to protect the others.”
He was not surprised when Rick’s eyes narrowed.
“No! You can’t deny me the opportunity to avenge Ellen!” Rick roared.
Gerrard stepped around the butcher block, removing the barrier between them. He stopped before Rick and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.
“Rushing blindly into this will get you killed. Finn might already be dead. And with no way of knowing if those humans may return, the others need someone with your strength and skills to protect them.”
He hoped appealing to Rick’s vanity as a skilled fighter would placate him but watched as Rick angrily shook his head.
“There are enough here with the skills to protect the young. If you do not want to avenge her then you stay. I’ll go with James, we’ll find Finn and the three of us will put an end to those men. We’ll ensure they never harm our pride again!”
Rick’s chest heaved with the effort of containing himself. Gerrard worried that Rick was struggling with his ire once more, a constant war he painfully watched his son endure. He was proud of the control Rick did exercise, and had, since the event that had taken the life of Ellen and had almost claimed Finn as well. He was also proud of the loyalty Rick displayed toward Finn despite their rocky past. He understood Rick’s need for vengeance. He shared it, although not as overtly as Rick. His position demanded he display control and caution but his need to spill the blood of those men consumed him as well.
He should be the one to stay back, to protect the others and to provide them with leadership and guidance during their time of grief. However, he would not deny himself vengeance nor the satisfaction of sinking his claws and teeth into the murderous men who had robbed him of his daughter, Ellen. When his steady gaze met Rick’s wild eyes, he knew he could not deny Rick those same things. He nodded.
“We’ll leave tomorrow. You, James and I. We will find Finn and then kill the men.”
Rick’s rigid posture relaxed and he blinked slowly in relief.
“But,” Gerrard cautioned, “We will journey in human form.”
Rick’s eyes widened as he shook his head defiantly.
“We can’t! We can’t lose the time. It will take too long! It’ll be too hard to track Finn that way!”
Gerrard raised his brow and waited as Rick calmed himself.
“It is necessary and we’ll do it. We’ll drive to the border then continue on foot to follow Finn’s trail. We will do it as men to avoid detection. That is my decision and it’s final.”
With an exasperated grunt, Rick stomped out of the shed. Gerrard returned to skinning the rabbit. He understood Rick’s frustration. Following Finn’s trail in human form would be a difficult and slow process. Yet they could not risk detection. Three cougars moving in unison in an area not known for such large predators was risky, especially with James’ albinism. James had begged Gerrard to be included in the search for Finn even before Gerrard had decided to follow Finn. Although James was a poor choice, small for a shifter and not a skilled fighter, Gerrard had not been able to deny him the chance to assist his best friend Finn, just as he knew he could not now deny Rick. He also knew his decision to travel as humans was the correct one. Despite how every moment not spent tracking Finn ran the risk of losing his trail entirely, they could not risk detection. They had only survived for millennia by being cautious.
He slid the knife under the rabbit’s pelt then made small, quick cuts as he peeled the skin back. His expert movements were born of years of preparing carcasses and had become so routine that he could do so automatically, his physical body on task, while his mind wandered to preparations that must be made and all the instructions he needed to deliver to various beings the ensure the commune ran smoothly in his absence.
He also thought of Finn and hoped the shifter he considered a son was still alive. In spite of Finn disobeying his direct order to stay here until fully healed, until they could learn all they could about the hunters and formulate a plan to avenge Ellen, he longed to see him again. He was still angry Finn had snuck away and thereby jeopardized all the shifters here but he understood Finn’s reason for doing so. After all, Finn was motivated by much more than Ellen’s death.
Copyright 2016 C.A. Knoble