Interview with Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood

I’m very happy to have authors Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood here today. Their new holiday-hockey romance, Nice Catching You, has just been released. Ryan and Josh are not only co-authors, but they’re married in real life. Let’s get right into things, guys. Why do you write, and when did you start?

RYAN: We began writing our first book, No Brief Affair, in mid-2017, after we got home from our honeymoon. Our love story was and is a beautiful thing, and we were so incredibly proud of what we had. We wanted to honor and celebrate it. A lot of our own story is in that book.

JOSH: That’s right. There’s a lot of fiction in there, but much of it is either true or closely related to real events.

Is that true of all your books?

RYAN: Only in the sense that we can’t write without putting something of ourselves into the characters. I’m not sure any author can to be honest.

JOSH: There’s more true or somewhat-true material in Legally Bound simply because it’s the continuation of No Brief Affair.

Let’s move to the new book, Nice Catching You. What is it about?

JOSH: Nice Catching You tells the story of two lonely young men, Nick and Jacob, who find each other. Nick is a nationally known college hockey star who’s never found his way out of the closet. Jacob is a law student at Nick’s university. He’s been out for a long time but had no luck with love.

RYAN: Since Nick is a celebrity, it doesn’t take long for word of the romance to spread. Once it does, some people go nuts. National news reporters flood the college, the university administration freaks out, fans are all over the place, and Nick’s team and coaches are split in their responses.

JOSH: That’s the book’s conflict, and the story is about how Nick and Jacob deal with it. We always have happy endings, so it isn’t a question of whether the guys will get one, but how.

You’ve said the book deals with the issue of homophobia in sports. Can you explain that?

RYAN: I think the better way to say it is that Nice Catching You shines a light on the issue. There’s homophobia in organized sports, for sure. But there are also many decent, open people who support a person’s right to live an authentic life.

JOSH: People who realize that the sex of the person a player loves has nothing to do with their ability or value as a player.

RYAN: There’s never been an openly gay player for an NHL team while he was actively playing, but that’s going to change, probably soon. There are already openly gay players in college and junior hockey, and they’re outstanding.

JOSH: The smart people who run professional hockey teams aren’t going to exclude some of the best players out there simply because they’re gay.

If there are already gay college and junior players, what is the point of your story?

RYAN: Look, we’re sitting here talking about how there actually are openly gay players now. It’s something worth commenting about. Recently, a top junior hockey player came out, and it was big news. It’s still an unusual, controversial thing.

JOSH: Nice Catching You is timely and relevant because a player’s being gay is big news, and people are divided about whether it’s “right for the sport.”

RYAN: Josh and I look forward to the day when a player is no more newsworthy for being gay than for being straight.

That sounds great. What would you say to people who ask why they should read Nice Catching You?

RYAN: It’s a beautiful love story involving a great sport. The book is cute, funny, and full of hope.

JOSH: There’s a serious side, but it’s a happy book. After the year we’ve all had, people need something to help them believe it’s possible to overcome difficult situations.

RYAN: If you want something to give you lots of feels, and to bring the holiday season alive with its promise of hope and good tidings, Nice Catching You is the book to read.

One last very important question. Is there any actual hockey in the book?

RYAN: Get out of here! There’s great hockey in the book.

JOSH: Nick is the top college hockey star in the country. What kind of book wouldn’t have him playing the game?

RYAN: Read it and see. You’ll love the action!

Sounds awesome to me. I can’t wait to read it. Thanks for being with us, guys, and good luck with the book. It’s Nice Catching You: A Holiday Love Story.

Interview by Jerome Clark

Nice Catching You is available at Amazon for Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and in paperback.

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Title: Nice Catching You: A Holiday Love Story

Author: Ryan Taylor & Joshua Harwood

Publisher:Wainscott Press

Release Date: 10/30/2020

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 84,000 words

Genre: Romance, Gay Holiday Romance, Contemporary Gay Romance, Holiday Romance

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Summary

What happens when the No. 1 college hockey star in the country falls in love—with a man?

Nick Johnson, a top prospect for a pro hockey team, has a secret: he’s gay. Tired of living in the closet for the sport he loves, he sees no way out.

Jacob Meyer’s string of bad boyfriends left him cynical about love. Instead, he focuses on his studies as a third-year law student. With a new job waiting for him, he’s eager to graduate and move on.

On a school-sponsored trip, Nick and Jacob meet in a most unexpected way. When Nick tells Jacob his secret, they decide to hang out, just as friends. But their attraction is too strong to ignore, and they soon begin dating.

Since Nick is a big man on campus, it doesn’t take long for people to notice his attachment to Jacob. All hell breaks loose when the relationship gets out. As the national media descends, university officials try to figure out how to solve their “problem.” Their efforts divide Nick’s team, inflame fans, and put Nick and Jacob’s futures in jeopardy. Will the men be able to survive a plot to destroy them without derailing both their careers?

Nice Catching You is an out-for-you romance featuring a lot of love, exciting hockey, and a beautiful holiday. There’s also plenty of steam and a very happy ending.

Excerpt

JACOB

Sunday, December 4

I haven’t been on many buses, but I was starting to think I might die on this one. The snow began falling before we left Whiteface Mountain early in the afternoon, not unusual for one of the top ski resorts in the Northeast. We were due in Syracuse before six, and I hoped the weather didn’t delay us much. The last week of classes would start the next day, and I had work to do.

The snow was coming down hard, and by the time we reached I-87, I could see very little out the window. Many of the cars had pulled over to the side, and others were creeping along with their hazards flashing. Our bus joined the traffic and immediately began slipping all over the road.

With fifty-odd college students on the trip, there had been a lot of noise when we left the resort, but nerves had soon taken over, and people were mostly quiet now. I sat alone, three rows from the back of the bus, trying to read a case for Federal Courts. With only one more semester of law school to go, I needed to do well. A big firm in Boston offered me a job right before Thanksgiving, contingent on my maintaining a 3.8 GPA. Pulling a C in Fed Courts would bring me slightly under the requirement. Although I had high hopes for a job in DC, I couldn’t risk losing the Boston offer.

Between the bus sliding in the snow and the constant chatter from the guys in the seat behind me, I couldn’t concentrate at all. They were hockey players, and they kept up a conversation about the game, other players, cars, and whatever else dumb undergrad jocks talk about. They were the only people behind me except for their friend, who was passed out on a seat in the back.

Whoa! The rear end of the bus lurched violently into the left lane. I tried to grab something to hold onto, but I was already airborne by the time I dropped the heavy casebook. Hands grabbed my shoulders but didn’t slow my momentum. Dreading the impact with the seat across the aisle, I screwed my eyes shut and held my breath. All at once, something stopped me. Rather, someone stopped me, and that someone had brawny arms and a hard body. He’d caught me in midair.

“You all right?”

“What?” On my back in the man’s arms, facing the top of the bus, I couldn’t see much. I turned my head, trying to find out who had hold of me.

“Everything okay?”

I craned my neck in the other direction just as he leaned over, and it was—shit!—one of the hockey guys who’d been sitting behind me. I’d seen him over the weekend with his buddies, at least one of whom had laughed at me the whole time. Now they’d laugh even harder, and I’d be known as the skinny little runt who couldn’t even stay in his seat—the twit who had to be rescued by a real man.

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Meet the Author

Ryan Taylor and Joshua Harwood met in law school and were married in 2017. They live in a suburb of Washington, DC, and share their home with a big, cuddly German shepherd. Ryan and Josh enjoy travel, friends, and advocating for causes dear to their hearts. Ryan also loves to swim, and Josh likes to putter in the garden whenever he can. The romance they were so lucky to find with each other inspires their stories about love between out and proud men.

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Guest Interview – Rose Dainty From Queenie Black’s Hard-Pressed

My guest at the Naughty Corner today is Queenie Black, author of the sizzling-hot BDSM erotic romance, Hard-Pressed. She’s brought along Rose Dainty, the book’s heroine, who has plenty to spill about the delicious Dominant, Master Lucien, and much more. And she’s also offering you a chance to win an Amazon gift card in a Rafflecopter giveaway. Queenie, Rose, welcome!

Queenie: Hi Rose, thank you for taking the time to talk to me.

Rose: No worries. Call me Ro, please. Only Lucien calls me Rose.

Queenie: Oooops, sorry, Ro. I’m sure the readers would like to know more about you so do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Ro: Not at all, as long as you don’t mind if I reserve the right not to answer. (She winks)

Queenie: What attracted you to Lucien in the beginning?

Ro: Hmmm. Let’s see. His sexy walk, his forearms, his chest…oh boy when you see him sparring or doing his martial arts work out, with the light gleam of sweat on those muscles…(she fans herself) what’s not attractive? Actually though it was his smile, and that he really saw me. The real me. The woman behind the muscles, and he liked what he saw.

Queenie: How much did you know about the BDSM lifestyle before you met Lucien?

Ro: Everyone’s read Fifty Shades, right? That’s what I knew. Working as Lucien’s bodyguard meant I learned a little bit more but not much. There were a couple of times when I had to protect him at Hard Pressed, but I didn’t stand at his side and watch him or anything. Mostly we stayed in the bar area. What I did see didn’t impress me very much, though, mainly because I didn’t understand it. But I have to admit secretly I did find it…entrancing and somewhat of a turn on, so I did quite a lot of research at home. (She goes a bit pink)

Queenie: What did you feel when Lucien challenged you to one night at Hard Pressed?

Ro: Torn. I hated the idea that he might be right about me, but I really wanted to understand what he found attractive about the lifestyle. So, on the one hand I was very resistant and on the other I wanted the experience.

Queenie: What did you learn?

Ro: Ha ha, you’ll have to read my story if you want the answer to that. Let’s just say it was…enlightening.

Queenie: With a name like Rose Dainty and looking…

Ro: the opposite of Dainty?

Queenie: …well, yes. How did that impact on you?

Ro: TLet’s just say that I was teased during my early teenage years. For a short while. But I was taller than most of my school mates and I gave as good as I got. It soon stopped.

Queenie: After you left school you joined the British military. Tell me some things the military taught you.

Ro: Teamwork, loyalty, self-sufficiency, and how to swear.

Queenie: Ah, yes, your swearing. That got you into some trouble with Lucien.

Ro: It gets me into trouble with everyone. Let’s not go there.

Queenie: Right. Oh…how about a quick-fire round?

Ro: Go for it.

Queenie: Coffee or tea?

Ro: Coffee with sugar and cream.

Queenie: Halloween or Christmas?

Ro: Christmas!

Queenie: Paddle or cane?

Ro: Paddle.

Queenie: Finally, we’ve talked about what first attracted you to Lucien. What keeps you with him?

Ro: Other than the great orgasms you mean? (She laughs) Quite simply, he’s my soulmate.

Excerpt:

I mounted the six shallow steps and faced the double front doors. Twin carriage lights cast a soft gleam over the brass plaque with its discreet lettering:

Club Hard

Private Members Only

I desperately wanted to run back down the steps, leap into my car, and drive home, but if I did, nothing would change, and I’d go back to dividing my time between working out, Candy Crush Saga, and the occasional night out with my friends. I might miss out on learning something about myself, something that could make a difference in my sex life. Worse, I might miss a chance at love.

I stayed, my feet rooted to the floor, but the insides of my hands were so damp, my finger slipped on the brass bell, setting off a short, discordant jangling. I winced as I rang it again properly this time. That certainly wouldn’t endear me to anyone.

Shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep the blood circulating in my toes, I looked around. Behind me, the gravel drive snaked away to a discreet carpark, and trees and shrubs created shadows within shadows. Autumn had finally reached London and in this exclusive part of it, crisp, clean air and earthy leaf mulch replaced the smell of fast food and exhaust.

I shifted again, starting to get irritated. If you were going to demand a woman wear nothing but a skirt that barely covered her butt, and a top that was little more than a bit of elastic bandage—on me it was ridiculous, if I sneezed, I’d pop out over the top—then you should damn well open the door promptly. Now, despite wearing my warmest coat over the absurd ensemble, there was a distinct draught zipping under my hem and freezing my exposed butt cheeks.

I lifted my finger to stab the bell again, and the door swung open.

Bloody hell. A real butler. I was no stranger to mansions with staff. Working as a bodyguard meant I saw the inside of a lot of wealthy homes, but so far, a liveried butler was a new one to me.

“Can I help you?”

I cleared my throat, wondering if there was any etiquette for addressing a butler, aware that my finger was still lurking in the vicinity of his eye. “Umm, I’m, ah, it’s Ms. Dainty. To see Mr. Dufort. I’m expected.”

He waved me through into a large marble-floored hall with a fire burning at one side. A wide, elegant staircase at the back curved away to the upper floors.

“I’ll inform Mr. Dufort that you’re here, if you’d like to take a seat.” He indicated a collection of sofas and easy chairs huddled as if for warmth around the fireplace. I made a beeline for the heat.

“May I take your coat?”

I crossed my arms tightly. No way was I exposing my scantily clad self. “Ah, thanks, but I’m a bit cold.”

“I see my guest has arrived, Henry.”

I turned away from the fire to see Lucien Dufort crossing the hall toward me. The floor seemed to drop a few inches and I had to grab the back of a chair to steady myself as his delicious, rich chocolate voice with its faint French accent wound around me, setting my heart hammering.

A tall, elegant man, he moved toward me with predatory intent, covering the floor in loose, confident strides, but it was his eyes that held my gaze, dark eyes, sharp with intelligence and power. He wasn’t a handsome man. His narrow-bladed Gallic nose, inherited from his mother, was slightly overlarge for that, but his lips were sensual, and the mix of tenderness and lust in his expression as he looked at me sent electric tingles charging down my spine.

“Rose, welcome to Club Hard.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, his tongue flickering into the little hollow between my two smallest fingers, mimicking the act of sex. Normally, that would be an instant turn-off, but when Lucien did it, everything inside me melted. I tugged my hand free and shoved it into my coat pocket. This was bad. We hadn’t even started yet and my hormones were doing a happy dance.

“Your coat, ma petite.”

I undid the buttons reluctantly and he stripped it off my shoulders, giving it to Henry before indicating my feet. “Barefoot, please.”

I obeyed, steadying myself with one hand on Lucien’s forearm. I could have rested it there all day, enjoying the feel of thick bone and the flex of hard muscles, but I quickly unzipped my boots and gave them to Henry, who took them as solemnly as if I was handing him the crown jewels for safekeeping. He disappeared, taking my things with him, and I stood shivering, waiting for Lucien to say or do something. I shouldn’t have felt vulnerable. I fought with this amount of flesh on display, so it shouldn’t have bothered me, yet insecurity and apprehension crept hand-in-hand up my spine. “Lucien?”

He cupped my chin, his palm warm and sure, his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a gesture I found calming. “Tonight, you will address me as Monsieur, or Sir.” His words sank deep inside me, reaching a place I wasn’t aware existed. A place I didn’t want to believe existed. I stepped back, dislodging his hand.

Lucien’s cheek creased in amusement. “So, ma belle perle, the challenge begins. Are you ready?”

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Blurb:

Master Lucien has one night at Club Hard.

One night…to show bodyguard Rose Dainty that he can be the Dom she needs,

One night…to show her that submitting to him doesn’t make her weak, that true submission requires strength and trust.

Will pushing Rose to her limits prove to her she can trust him with her body and heart, and can she let go of her deepest fears long enough to enjoy her surrender?

They both have everything to prove and everything to lose.

Author bio:

I’ve always loved writing and I won my first prize for a short story when I was still at primary school. I’m an avid reader of romance and erotic romance and can usually be found with my nose in a book. The dynamics and sheer variety of human relationships fascinate me, and this is what I like to explore in my writing. I live in North Yorkshire with my husband and cat where I enjoy running and Tai Chi.

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Guest Interview: E.M. Hamill

My guest today is E.M. Hamill, currently on a blog tour with her tale of an ordinary woman thrown into a world of gods and monsters, Nectar And Ambrosia. She’s sharing some of her secrets and offering a chance to win a copy of Nectar And Ambrosia with a great Rafflecopter giveaway. Welcome to the Naughty Corner, E.M.!

If I were snooping around your kitchen and looked in your refrigerator right now, what would I find?

Two half-empty gallons of milk, a huge carton of eggs, homemade refrigerator pickles, an obscene amount of shredded cheese, and bratwurst.

If you could be a superhero, what would you want your superpowers to be?

I’d want healing powers, to heal myself and others.

If you could trade places with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

I’d change places with Callie for a shift at the bar in Nectar and Ambrosia, just to watch the clientele. Probably on Sidhe night, though. I’m not sure I could handle a Tuesday night.

If you could sequester yourself for a week somewhere and just focus on your writing, where would you go and what would the environment be like?

A cabin in the mountains, with a clear, fast flowing stream of ice-cold water behind the back porch, the scent of pine trees, and a fireplace to light at night.

What’s the one thing, you can’t live without?

My family. Beyond that, indoor plumbing.

What internet site do you surf to the most?

Twitter and Facebook.

If you had your own talk show, who would your first three author guests be and why?

Neil Gaiman, because I love his articulate way of expressing things, his sense of humor, and adore his writing.  His wife Amanda Palmer, because of her music, writing and her activism.  Finally, Stephen King, because he is the Master.

When you got your very first manuscript acceptance letter, what was your initial reaction and who was the first person you told?

The first person I probably told was my husband. I’m sure there was dancing involved on my part.

 

Title: Nectar and Ambrosia

Series: Amaranthine Inheritance #1

Author: E.M. Hamill

Publisher: Star Bard Books

Release Date: June 30, 2018

Heat Level: 1 – No Sex

Pairing: Male/Female, Male/Male

Length: 81576

Genre: Fantasy, urban/mythical

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40548935-nectar-and-ambrosia

Summary:

Callie, a Classics major, flees home to protect her family from a monster straight out of mythology. Visions lead her to Nectar and Ambrosia: the weirdest pub on Earth, where inter-dimensional travelers with attention seeking issues get drunk in between the A-list celebrity lives they create. They can’t pretend to be gods anymore—not since a treaty with the current Supreme Deity promising they won’t intervene in human affairs.

The Doorkeeper of this threshold, Florian, rides herd on the rowdy Amaranthine and offers her shelter and a job. Callie likes the lonely, mysterious bartender more than she should. For Florian, her presence is a ray of light in the gray monotony of his sentence behind the bar, but he keeps a cautious distance—the truth of how he became Doorkeeper could change Callie’s perception of him forever.

When angels show up for a war council over Zeus’s irrational mutters about a comeback, Callie has uncontrolled visions of an apocalypse. Ex-gods realize she’s the first Oracle Priestess in generations. All Callie wanted was keep her parents safe, and now it seems she must sacrifice her future to keep the rest of humanity safe, too. Ambrosia could be the key to harnessing her visions— or it could cost her life.

War is coming. The threshold between worlds has never been more fragile. Callie must discover who is pulling Zeus’s strings and avert the final battle—before the immortal vying to become the next Supreme Deity kills her first.

Excerpt:

Callie turned away, trying to decide if Florian and all his clientele were delusional or if it was some kind of big role-playing game for rich people. Folks could have a thing about dressing up in furry animal costumes. She supposed they could pretend to be gods and goddesses too. If it was a mythology RPG, they weren’t concerned with the classical part, except for the guy she saw yesterday afternoon. She was relieved to have a rational explanation for the horns.

Something moved outside the glass front door. Her heart seized in momentary panic. What if the monster still lurked out there?

Strange, visible turbulence seemed to ripple the panes. Callie squeezed her eyes shut to clear her sight and prayed it wasn’t the aura of an oncoming seizure. Cool relief extinguished the rising sparks of panic as the effect dissipated.

The door opened and revealed a spiky-haired, punk rock kid years too young to be in any bar. Callie was forced to squint in order see him clearly as he strode in, his outlines strangely blurred and soft. Sullen teenaged fluidity rolled in every line of his body. He surveyed the bar, narrow kohl-ringed eyes settling on the heavily intoxicated Zeus. A sneer comprised of equal parts contempt and satisfaction flickered over his mouth.

“There he is, the great king of the gods,” he muttered. He moved toward the bar, a glare of disdain sweeping over the other patrons. His eyes widened in appreciation as they passed over Callie, a little smirk growing as his gaze lingered too long on the front of her college t-shirt.

Despite her confusion on how he’d arrived, she gave him a thin smile and a cool nod, crossing her arms over her chest. He stopped short, an expression of shock on his face. Then a quick, sunny grin took over. His blurry outlines sharpened as he drew closer and she relaxed her squinted eyes, no longer struggling to focus on him. She decided it was a trick of the neon-tinted lights hanging in garish advertisement on the walls of the bar.

“My, my, my. Who have we here?” His voice, thick with Cockney vowels, dipped to an intimate tone as he approached. His body language changed to something more unsettlingly mature. He was older than he appeared. “Who do you belong to?”

“I’m Callie. I don’t belong to anybody, but I work for Florian,” she corrected him politely. “Can I get you something?”

“Well, for starters, tequila.” He smirked suggestively. “And your undivided attention.”

Callie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. No matter where she worked, the pickup lines were the same.

“I’m sorry, I’m busy working. I’ll ask Florian for your tequila. On the rocks, or a shot?”

“On the rocks, love.”

“I’ll need to see some ID first.”

“You are new here, aren’t you?” He flipped two fingers out, a driver’s license between them. She took it. No stranger to fake ID’s, this one appeared to be real, and passed him as twenty-one. Still…

“John Smith, huh?”

He captured Callie’s fingers as she returned the license and kissed the back of her hand in old-fashioned courtliness, sea-colored eyes glinting in mischief. An odd, visceral twinge from her early warning system made her startle as his lips touched her skin. Goose bumps flecked her arms. A totally alien sensation overwhelmed her senses: it was as if something crawled off her skin toward his mouth. She shivered in response and tried to pull her hand away. His grin widened as he tightened his grip, apparently delighted by her discomfiture.

“Oh, ho. That’s a lovely surprise. Don’t mind me. I’m incorrigible. Call me Puck.” He scribed an expansive circular gesture with his free hand. “Welcome to the watering hole of the damned bored.”

Callie forced a smile. “Thank you. Now, if you’ll let go of my hand, I’ll get your drink.”

Puck made a mocking bow over her hand and released it, smirking again as he backed away, still admiring her in undisguised interest. Between them, a well-dressed man stepped directly into Callie’s path. He swerved with a graceful spin and apologized as Callie’s sneakers squeaked to an abrupt halt on the concrete floor.

“Sorry, hon. Good evening, gods and goddesses!”

“Herm!” came a shouted group greeting from the room at large.

“And fairies,” the man belatedly added, nodding at the punk rocker.

Puck offered him an extended middle finger and a dangerous smile. Callie’s mouth fell open, recognizing the Armani-suited guy from the previous afternoon.

“Jeeze, homophobic much?” she muttered.

“Trust me love, I am all fairy and he is far from homophobic. Sexual orientation has nothing to do with him being a prick.” Puck glared at the man’s back with undisguised hatred before another lightning-quick mood change and a devilish grin took over. “Make that tequila a double.” He winked at her, eyes making another head to toe rake of her body before he disappeared into the clump of huge Scandinavian-looking, Corona-swilling dart players.

Callie’s hair still prickled on the back of her neck even after Puck left, and she rubbed it, troubled. She turned back to the room, stopped short, and stared. More customers sat at tables and in the shadows of the booths, each group just a little stranger than the last. None of them used the door.

And the Armani guy—he’d stepped into her path. Right out of the air.

Something intensely freaky was happening that she couldn’t rationalize away, no matter how hard she tried.

Was Florian telling the truth?

Instead of fear, a deep, visceral excitement flip-flopped in her abdomen, butterflies on steroids.

She never pinpointed exactly when wonder began to crowd out her reservations. Rushing between the cooler and the tables, she caught snatches of conversation and shouted greetings when others appeared. Having to bite back questions when she delivered their beverages replaced the urge to roll her eyes. She fought to keep a professional demeanor rather than fangirl all over herself when Florian introduced the Armani guy to her as Hermes. Hermes! One of her favorite characters in Greek mythology.

Three hours into the shift, she took a quick bathroom break. Her back against the door, Callie put her hands over her mouth and muffled something that sounded suspiciously like a shriek. Whether it was fear or excitement, she couldn’t quite say. Her breath came fast and short until she got dizzy. She spun the tap on the sink and the shock of cold water on her face helped bring her back down.

“What the hell, Callie? Are you really going to believe this?” she muttered to herself in the mirror. She grabbed a paper towel to blot the moisture away and waded back out into the crowded bar.

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Meet the Author:

Elisabeth “E.M.” Hamill is a nurse by day, unabashed geek, chocoholic, sci fi and fantasy novelist by nights, weekends, and wherever she can steal quality time with her laptop. She lives with her family, a dog, and a cat in the wilds of eastern suburban Kansas, where they fend off flying monkey attacks and prep for the zombie apocalypse.

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