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Friday, February 20, 2026

Tour Stop: The Golden Sword The Silistra Quartet Book 2 by Janet Morris

 

 



Estri battles to regain her identity after being denied her memories by her captor.

Will love find a way?


The Golden Sword

The Silistra Quartet Book 2

by Janet Morris

Genre: Dystopian Epic SciFi Fantasy Romance



Dystopia. Biology shapes reality. The further adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in the galaxies of tomorrow.

She had the power to create planets. The sixty carved bones of the Yris-tera foretold her ancient fate. Her heritage of power took her beyond time and space and stole from her the one man she loved.

Enslaved on the planet Silistra tomorrow's most beautiful courtesan unleashes the powers of the gods.

 

What readers are saying:

 

Pure excellence…. A heroic quest of the highest calibre.” - Goodreads

 

“This is a book which makes one’s blood sing and one’s mind ponder. I loved the first in the series and enjoyed this as much, perhaps more. The ending leaves the reader desperate to know what happens to Estri next – courtesan, slave, warrior, lover, rebel. What is next for our heroine?” – Goodreads

 

“Call it what you like: science fiction, space opera, sword and planet or erotic fantasy . . . The Golden Sword is all these things, and so much more. A highly intelligent and sensual novel filled with ideas and revelations, this is a gripping story that explores human sexuality and the role it plays in politics. Although the memorable characters are bisexual, toss away all your preconceived notions, for there is a humanity, a strength of will and determination, a realism and depth of emotion to these characters that will have you thinking twice about all you know and all you think you know. This is a book for mature and discerning readers who like some meat on the bones of the books they read. Janet Morris led the way for all the science fiction authors, both male and female, who came after. “ – Joe Bonadonna, Goodreads

 

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I wondered what it meant, to be a “ten,” as the crellkeep chose a spot apparently like any other upon one chain and fastened me to it by means of heavy metal anklets that were spaced along its length.

“I put you next to Aje. You will sleep through the nights,” he informed me, as if I should be grateful for some thoughtful service. Seeing me safely bound, the two jiasks turned and left the chamber.

“What is your name?” the crellkeep asked.

I almost told him, but caught myself. It took me a moment to remember the crell name Chayin had given me.

“Miheja,” I said finally.

“Meh-he-ya,” the crellkeep corrected me gently. “The Eastmost Star’s Daughter. Suits you. So you have the dharener entranced, do you? A ten, indeed. Crell life is no burden to one so highly numbered.” He stood up, rubbing his back, “I go to get Aje. You will like him. They all do,” he said and patted my naked shoulder. Moments later I was alone in the deserted ever-dusk of the crellpits. A single torch burned at the chamber’s entry, throwing life into the feature- less rock walls.

I crawled the length of my tether, and by lying stretched out could just get my fingers upon the central ring. I tested its strength, as had countless crells before me. There was no weakness in it. I had expected none. I then examined each link of my chains with my fingers, to see if perhaps somewhere there was one unsoldered among them. There was no error among the 387 links that bound me firmly to the central ring. Its twin was sunk where the cold stone floor met the wall behind me. Perhaps there was a weakness in that area, but I had not enough tether to explore it. I lay down upon my left side and curled my knees against my chest. I could not think. I merely lay there.




High Couch of Silistra

The Silistra Quartet Book 1



Biology shapes reality...

One woman's mythic search for self-realization in a distant tomorrow...

Her sensuality was at the core of her world, her quest beyond the civilized stars.

Aristocrat. Outcast. Picara. Slave. Ruler.



"Engrossing characters in a marvelous adventure." - Charles N. Brown, Locus Magazine



"The amazing and erotic adventures of the most beautiful courtesan in tomorrow's universe" - Frederik Pohl



"The best single example of prostitution used in fantasy is Janet Morris' Silistra series... Estri's character is most like that of Ishtar who describes herself as "'a prostitute compassionate am I'" because she "symbolizes the creative submission to the demands of instinct, to the chaos of nature ...the free woman, as opposed to the domesticated woman". Linking Estri with these lunar and water symbols is not difficult because of the moon's eternal virginity (the strength of integrity) links with her changeability (the prostitute's switching of lovers). [...]

Morris strengthens the moon imagery by having Estri as a well-keepress because wells, fountains, and the moon as the orb which controls water have long been associated with fertility, [...] In a sense, she is like the moon because she is apparently eternal, never waxing or waning except in her pursuit of the quest; she is the prototypical wanderer like the moon and Ishtar. She is the eternal night symbol of the moon in opposition to the Day-Keepers [...]

 At her majority (her three hundredth birthday), she is given a silver-cubed hologram letter from her mother, containing a videotape of her conception by the savage bronzed barbarian god from another world. [...] If Estri's mother then acts as a bawd, willing her lineage as Well-Keepress to her daughter, then Estri's great-grandmother Astria as foundress of the Well becomes a further mother-bawd figure when she offers her prophetic advice in her letter: "Guard Astria for you may lose it, and more. Beware of one who is not as he seems. Stray not in the port city of Baniev ...look well about you, for your father's daughter's brother seeks you". Having no brother that she knows of does not stay Estri from undertaking the heroic quest of finding her father."

 - Anne K. Kaler, The Picara: From Hera to Fantasy Heroine

 

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I am Estri Hadrath diet Estrazi, former Well-Keepress of Astria on the planet Silistra. I have begun three times to tell this story, and three times I have been interrupted. This, then, the fourth attempt, will surely prove successful.

Perhaps you have heard of Silistra, the planet that was catalyst to the sexual revolution in the year twenty-two thousand, seven hundred and four Bipedal Federate Standard Time, or of the Silistran serums that lengthen life and restore vitality in virtually any bipedal life form, or perhaps you have at some time contracted the services of a Silistran telepath, or a precognitive, or a deep reader. It is possible that you have in your own home the scintillating, indestructible web-cloth woven by our domestic arachnids, or have seen holograms of our golachits, those intelligent builder-beetles who exude from their mouths a translucent, superhard substance called gol and create from this gol, under the guidance of the chit-guards, the formidable and resplendent structures in which we live and work.

And perhaps you have seen no web-cloth, no gol, never been ill, and are not interested in sex. If so, you may never have heard of Silistra.

I carry Silistra in my mind’s eye, here under this alien sun. In my mind alone can I look out the east window of my beloved exercise hall in Well Astria and see the sun’s rising burst upon the jewel-like towers and keeps of the Inner Well and a thousand rainbows arc and dance in the greening sky.




Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. She contributed short fiction to the shared universe fantasy series Thieves World, in which she created the Sacred Band of Stepsons, a mythical unit of ancient fighters modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. She created, orchestrated, and edited the Bangsian fantasy series Heroes in Hell, writing stories for the series as well as co-writing the related novel, The Little Helliad, with Chris Morris. She wrote the bestselling Silistra Quartet in the 1970s, including High Couch of Silistra, The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss, and The Carnelian Throne. This quartet had more than four million copies in Bantam print alone, and was translated into German, French, Italian, Russian and other languages. In the 1980s, Baen Books released a second edition of this landmark series. The third edition is the Author's Cut edition, newly revised by the author for Perseid Press. Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.

Janet said: 'People often ask what book to read first. I recommend "I, the Sun" if you like ancient history; "The Sacred Band," a novel, if you like heroic fantasy; "Lawyers in Hell" if you like historical fantasy set in hell; "Outpassage" if you like hard science fiction; "High Couch of Silistra" if you like far-future dystopian or philosophical novels. I am most enthusiastic about the definitive Perseid Press Author's Cut editions, which I revised and expanded.'

  

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Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Tour Stop: Primal Destiny by Dania Voss

 


Fate that refuses to be ignored


Primal Destiny

by Dania Voss

Genre: Steamy Paranormal Romance


The secret is out. Shifters exist and live among humans.

Humans fall into two camps: Those who consider shifters monsters but manage to co-exist with them, and those who want to get close to them, relishing their power.

Tessa Cooper, a single mother devoted to her three-year-old daughter, is firmly in the first camp, doing her best to keep her biases to herself. But one look at Dario Kingston Renzetti, a wealthy lion shifter, and she senses her life will never be the same.

The moment Dario sees Tessa in his bar, he knows he’s found his fated mate – age difference be damned. Learning she wants nothing to do with shifters – especially romantically – is another matter altogether. But nobody said he wasn't determined.

Can Dario’s persistence convince Tessa he’s not hiding dark secrets that would reinforce her opinion of shifters, or will she deny them their primal destiny?

Pick up this steamy, age gap, rejected mate paranormal romance today and find out.

 

 

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Tessa was impressed by Dario’s and Fabrizio’s generosity. She now understood why Emelia had sung Dario’s praises since she’d started at the magazine two years ago.

Over delicious and filling appetizers, they helped Emelia calm down and organize what needed to be done in the next couple of hours before she and Fabrizio flew to Boston.

“I hate leaving you in the lurch for so many weeks though, Dario,” Emelia lamented. Then she glanced at Tessa with excitement in her eyes. “I know! Tessa should fill in for me while I’m gone. The idiots she worked for laid her off two days ago. That job was beneath her anyway. It would be perfect.”

Tessa’s head was spinning. In a matter of minutes, she had all of Emelia’s magazine system login credentials, had hugged her goodbye, and was now alone with Dario.

Who had removed his costume cape and was now gloriously shirtless.

She bolted out of her chair, needing to put some distance between them, and leaned against his desk. “Surely you can find someone else to fill in for Emelia. Someone already at the magazine? I appreciate her confidence in me, but I can’t work for you.”

Dario raised a brow from his seat at the conference table. Hunger flared in his hypnotic blue eyes. “Because of your shifter bias, as Emelia put it?”

A flush crept across Tessa’s cheeks as he called her out on her shifter issues. “I… I’ll admit shifters make me uncomfortable. I mean no offense to you and yours personally.”

Dario regarded her compassionately before he stood and walked toward her. He stopped in front of her, leaving some much-needed space between them. Still, she felt his body heat and her pulse ratcheted up.

“I appreciate that. Think of the practicalities, though. You’d be helping your friend when she needs you and finally getting work experience worthy of your Columbia MBA.”

Dario was right of course, but he did strange things to her emotions. Tessa felt out of control around him and that scared the shit out of her. “I could get that work experience anywhere. I don’t need to get it from your magazine. Why are you so insistent?” He stealthily got closer, making her tremble against her will, his unique scent driving her insane with desire.

He twirled a lock of her hair around his fingers, and Tessa’s body lit up with awareness. How did he do that?

“Because you, per sempre mio, are my mate.”

Tessa couldn’t bring herself to resist when Dario captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled greedily, and her head swam. Their connection was electric. He tasted like heaven and sin, and she was hopelessly hooked.

They were both panting when they broke apart. “No. I can’t be your mate.” She whispered, but in her heart, she believed Dario was probably right.

“I know it doesn’t fit with your shifter bias narrative, but I and my lion knew the moment we saw you; the moment we smelled your delectable scent that you were our destiny. Our primal destiny.” Dario didn’t stop her when she moved away from him and rubbed her arms, nearly in a panic.

“You might be mistaken.”

“I’m absolutely certain and I think you are too. You feel the mating bond just as I do, don’t you?

If that’s what she felt toward him was called, she did. “No, I don’t. I’ll help Emelia out because she needs me, but we can’t ever kiss again. I mean it.”

The deep timbre of Dario’s laugh sent chills down Tessa’s spine.

“Oh, my sweet mate, but we will. Many more times. Because you’ll want to. You can count on it,” Dario declared as a wicked grin spread across his face.



Intl bestseller and award-winning author Dania Voss writes compelling, sexy romance with personality, heat, and heart. Born in Rome, Italy and raised in Chicagoland, she creates stories with authentic, engaging characters. She loves anything pink and is a huge fan of 80s hair bands.

A favorite with romance readers, her debut novel “On the Ropes,” the first in her Windy City Nights series, became an international bestseller. Dania’s books have won multiple awards, and her work has been highlighted on NBC, ABC, CBS, and FOX. She has been featured in the Chicago Tribune, Southern Writers Magazine, and Chicago Entrepreneurs Magazine (selected as the #8 Top Chicago Author in 2021).

When she’s not writing, you can find Dania at a sporting event, a rock concert, or the movies (preferably a comedy).

 

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Saturday, February 14, 2026

Tour Stop: Levi Loving a Lancaster Book 3 by Stacy Eaton

 

 


Will Diane finally find a man who can be there for her and her son, or will her brother chase Levi off before this relationship ever gets a chance?


Levi

Loving a Lancaster Book 3

by Stacy Eaton

Genre: Contemporary Small-Town Romance

Levi Lancaster is the youngest of the family, and while not as classy and outgoing as his older siblings, he works hard for his own HVAC company.

When a major snowstorm hits Lake Tahoe, Levi is enlisted to do a favor and finds himself quite taken with Diane Hampton. He’s heard of her through his sister, Luna, and Luna’s boyfriend, Trace, but he has never had the chance to meet them.

Diane loves her new life in Lake Tahoe, but she is not a fan of driving in the snow. When Levi comes to help her out, Diane may find herself finally ready to move on after the loss of her fiancée five years ago.

Life is about to change for these two, but will it be for the better?

Levi is the third book in the Loving a Lancaster Series, which consists of seven books. These books are steamy romances with adult language and steamy love scenes.

Loving a Lancaster Series:
Leo, Book 1
Luna, Book 2
Levi, Book 3
Lance, Book 4
Still to come: Lucas, Laney, and Lilly

The Loving a Lancaster Series Spins off of the Loving a Winston Series, which is five books: Cara, Evan, Candy, Carmen, and Coral. The Loving a Winston Series spins off of the Loving a Young Series: Wesley, Henley, Huntley, Riley, Kayley, and Bradley.

 

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Luna

Loving a Lancaster Book 2


While millionaire Luna Lancaster loves Lake Tahoe, she thrives in the outdoors near her home in Sedona, Arizona. When Luna’s good friend, Sadie, plans a visit and decides to bring a guest, Luna is excited to show them the sights of the beautiful Red Rocks around her home.

Unfortunately, Sadie can’t make it until later in the week, and Luna finds herself entertaining Trace Hampton alone for a few days. The chemistry between them sparks the moment they meet. The problem is that Luna thinks Trace and Sadie are a couple, and she does everything possible to hide her feelings and not act on them.

When Trace reveals that he is not involved with Sadie, Luna jumps at the chance to see what they could have, but when Sadie arrives, she tells Luna differently.

After running away from the heartbreak of his lies, Luna finally learns the truth, but only when Trace's life is in danger. Can Luna reach him before it's too late?

Luna is the second book in the Loving a Lancaster Series, which consists of seven books. These books are steamy romances with adult language and steamy love scenes.

 

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Leo

Loving a Lancaster Book 1


Leo Lancaster is coming home to Lake Tahoe. As a successful millionaire stockbroker and business owner, Leo has decided to open another office in Truckee and work out of that one instead of his Vegas office. Now, he must locate a house and get himself settled, and the last thing he expects to find on his return is love.

Heather McClain is a devoted mother of two teens, and a widow from Ohio. When her best friend encourages her to go on a girls trip to Lake Tahoe, she decides to take a break from the chaos at home and try to have fun. Only their antics are more than Heather bargained for.

Lucky for her, Leo is around to rescue her and the two of them quickly grow close, but is Heather ready to let go of her husband’s memory and move forward into a relationship, or more importantly, are her children prepared to accept a new man into their mother’s life when she surprises them with a trip to the lake?

Leo is the first book in the Loving a Lancaster Series, which will consist of seven books and is spin off of Coral, Loving a Winston, Book 5, in which Coral Winston meets the Lancaster family while on vacation in Lake Tahoe.

 

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Stacy Eaton is a USA Today Bestselling author and began her writing career in October of 2010. Stacy took early retirement from law enforcement after over fifteen years of service in 2016 due to a second serious concussion. Her last three years on the job were in investigations and crime scene investigation. She now writes full-time.

Stacy resides in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, who works in law enforcement. She has a daughter in college and a son who is currently serving in the United States Navy.

Stacy writes a variety of genres, but mostly romance. She enjoys writing real-life stories that people can relate to with real-life problems, emotions, and solutions.

Her favorites: Classic cars, photography, Disney, music, coffee, and her favorite sweatshirt that says, You are dangerously close to getting killed in my next novel.

 

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Friday, February 13, 2026

NOVA SWOONS ANTHOLOGY and More

 Tumbler Ridge School Shooting

Before I drop the update, I want to express my deepest love and sympathy for all affected by the mass shooting at a junior high school in Tumbler Ridge, British Columbia earlier this week.

I want to stress that the focus should be on the victims – those who were in the school at the time, their families and the community in general – nothing else. Those kids, their teachers and anyone else in that area will probably need a lot of counseling, probably for the rest of their lives, due to this tragic incident.

I will also stress that my areas are not platforms for debating, promoting hate, political stances or anything controversial in nature. Anyone who drops hate on this blog’s comments or anywhere else, and tries to use my areas as soapboxes or anything else that is not related to the victims and expressing sadness over the shooting will be immediately ejected and if possible, blocked. I have no tolerance for hate toward my fellow LGBT+ community members, and less tolerance for any hate toward my trans siblings. I also will not tolerate anyone mentioning the name of the shooter. It is disrespectful to the victims, their families, the survivors and the community in general. Thank you.

Here’s some information about Tumbler Ridge and the second largest school shooting in Canadian history.

https://www.ctvnews.ca/vancouver/article/prime-minister-carney-to-attend-vigil-in-tumbler-ridge-today-with-other-leaders/

Source: CTV News.

Trivia: The largest mass shooting ever in Canadian history happened between April 18 & 19, 2020, here in Portapique, Nova Scotia, with a total of 22 innocent lives lost.

Nova Swoons Anthology

It is with great honor and excitement that I announce that the Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia has released its first romance anthology featuring Nova Scotian romance authors… And an excerpt from one of my books is in it!

Nova Swoons came to my attention when another Nova Scotian romance author and friend of mine shared it in Facebook. I was intrigued and wanted to participate if they would accept something from a little known author. I didn’t want to include part of a story that’s not protected by a publisher or my own productions company as an Indie work, so I debated which book to feature, from either Decadent Publishing, or Extasy Books.

I got permission from Extasy Books to share a short excerpt from one of my books published with them. It wasn’t an easy choice, considering I have six books out with them, and all of them have gotten high reviews. In the end I chose the one story that stands out for me, as its writer.

I chose a short excerpt from Chapter 7 of Stricken (Feathered Tartan 1). This shows an interaction between the two main characters, Ewan and Marti, and how they’re starting to reconnect even though they’re not back together at this point in the story.

Nova Swoons is free to download in PDF form, or in print for cost of shipping in Canada. (I am not sure if they ship outside of Canada, but the digital version is available no matter where you are).

It is such a thrill to be a part of this amazing anthology! Thank you so much to the Writers’ Federation of Nova Scotia for featuring Stricken in it, and thank you so much to Tina at Extasy Books for allowing me to submit an excerpt from my debut novel to the collection!

Featured Authors (all are from Nova Scotia, Canada):

V.J. Allison

Tina Capalbo

Grace Costa

Margaret Hastings-James

Deanna Foster

Cathryn Fox

Sophia Lindfield

Lex Lynn

Erin MacKinnon

Kaarina Mikalson

Heidi Tattrie

Christina Isabel Tellez

Chris Turner

Find it here: https://writers.ns.ca/programs/micro-anthology-series/

Update!

Things are slow going writing wise. I’ve been knocked flat due to various health concerns. Although my glucose is almost back to normal range (thank you insulin!), my iron stores have bottomed out, and I think at this point, I may be anemic. Joy oh bliss.

Since the iron supplements didn’t do anything other than make me feel icky, it’s been decided that I’m going to get at least one iron infusion – via I.V. Fun, eh? Not! It’s not as invasive as a blood transfusion, but still not as easy to deal with as something like my occipital nerve injections (more on that later!). I’m going in to Dartmouth next week for round one, and I have to get my blood checked 6 weeks after that to see how things are progressing. If the levels are still low, I’m going in for another one. Yay – not!!! I can’t drive afterwards due to it being a bit hard on the system, so that will be fun, me walking around Princess Auto afterwards and other spots, half out of my tree thanks to being wonky from the infusion. Another round of fun…. Good grief.

Hopefully all improves with this one infusion. I hate being even a little out of my faculties, even for a few hours. The colonoscopy I had in November had me driven bonkers. I was out for about an hour for it, and slept for almost an hour afterwards, not really remembering much even after the sedation wore off. I didn’t sleep the afternoon away but wasn’t fully “with it” either. Ugh! (I’m cancer free, by the way, and asked for one – one of my best pals, my “adopted big bro” Glen passed due to colon cancer in July 2025, and I miss him horribly).

Nerve block news: I have a new doctor for the occipital nerve blocks. He’s from the United States and knows his stuff. No offense to my previous doc for this, but Dr. F has light years on what Dr. J could help me with.

I first started seeing Dr. F in September at the Victoria General Hospital in Halifax, after a long waiting time to get into any pain clinics that specialize in nerve damage and nerve pain, notably neuralgias which are in the nerves around the head and neck. After a long chat with him to get my history and what meds didn’t work for me (99.9% of the meds on the market will or gave me horrible side effects), we decided that I would get multiple blocks all over my head, parts of my face where he could zap the trigeminal nerve, and a lot of the branches of the occipital nerves (greater and lesser) and other nerves around my skull. Heck he even gave me a few injections where the occipital nerves exit the spine at C2 in my neck.

It was the most relief I had had from the occipital neuralgia pain I’ve ever had. I get 10 to 20 injections every six to seven weeks, and since the amount of xylocaine I’m getting covers most of my scalp, the pain relief lasts much longer. I’m able to function for those six weeks without a lot of pain, and without that damn occipital migraine I used to get at the back of the skull. It hurts like mother-effing hell but it’s worth being able to function.

I’m also taking a new to me medication for the trigeminal neuralgia. It’s called Lamotrigine, and it’s the least invasive medication Dr. F could find that wasn’t related to the carbamazepine/tegretol, gabapentin or anything else that would produce wonky side effects. So far, the worst I’m experiencing – 4 weeks into the regime – is a dry mouth. Although it’s annoying, I am still in charge of my faculties and happy to say that even with the damn iron deficiency, I’m as alert and snarky as ever. I don’t have a drop in the pain levels but it does take a while to build up in the system, so it could start working in a few months. As long as I don’t experience anything like I did even after 3 days on the gabapentin, I’ll be happy. If I get on something that messes with my brain and makes me loopy doopy, I’ll stop taking it. I’d rather be in agony and be alert than be in pain and wonky as hell.

Writing

Thorns of the Rose is still under production although I think I have surpassed the halfway point, and hopefully I’ll see the light at the end of the draft one tunnel later this year or early next year. I’m still planning to publish it sometime in 2028, either via a trad house, or my own production company.

His Reasons to Fight is still on the back burner until I figure out if it’ll be an Indie book or not.

Amethyst Rose Productions

I finally got around to settling on a permanent name for my design business, which I hope to get registered with the province or federally sometime soon. Maybe when we get the car paid off?

Amethyst Rose Productions was soft launched last year, with the creation of a book cover for L Higginson – The Eater of Suffering. Its official launch was in January 2026, and I designed the logo myself. It’s a purple wild rose, done in metallic acrylics on a piece of wood that I scanned into the computer. All hand drawn and painted. No generative AI shit used. (Generative AI is garbage – it wrecks the environment and steals work by other creatives, I hate it!)

©2025 V.J. Allison. NO USE WITHOUT PERMISSION. NO DOWNLOADING!

©2025 V.J. Allison. NO USE WITHOUT PERMISSION. NO DOWNLOADING!

The cover for The Eater of Suffering was painted in acrylics on canvas board, scanned into the computer, cleaned up and had its lettering and leaves added in Affinity Photo V2 (the paid version, not the free one that Canva owns). Take a gander at this. It’s my best work yet!

©2025 Amethyst Rose Productions. NO USE WITHOUT PERMISSION. NO DOWNLOADING!

You can find The Eater of Suffering on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0G3L3H1ZZ

I read it, and it’s an amazing story. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes suspense and psychological thrillers. I had to get a copy of it to support L’s writing, especially since she commissioned me to do her cover.

I’ve also been doing a lot of painting and drawing/doodling to improve my drawing skills. In fact, I drew my own caricature on paper using colored pencils for fun, and a lot of other things. No, I’m not comfy showing them here because they stink, and honestly, there are several people out there who will download my work without permission which is a copyright violation. Plus it will be “scraped” for generative AI purposes and no way am I allowing that. (I haven’t figured out how to use Nightshade yet, so I may have to switch to another format for glazing/poisoning the work).

That’s what’s been happening in my world.

To wrap things up, here’s an oldie but a goodie… “Love Song” by Tesla.



Wednesday, February 11, 2026

Tour Stop: The Rescuer Fall River Series Book 3 by G.K. Brady

 

 


She’s moving on. 

He’s running out of time. 

One reckless night changes everything.

The Rescuer

Fall River Series Book 3

by G.K. Brady

Genre: Small-Town Second Chance Romantic Suspense



She’s moving on. He’s running out of time. One reckless night changes everything.

Reece Hunnicutt has spent his life coming to the rescue—whether it’s pulling climbers off treacherous mountain faces or volunteering to string the town’s Christmas lights. But after walking away from the elite search and rescue squad that gave him purpose, Reece is a man untethered, without a landing pad and dodging questions about his future. The one constant in his life? His quiet dedication to his small mountain town and his brothers who have no idea he’s about to embark on a new future that will take him to the other side of the continent.

Town veterinarian Neve Embry has been nursing a one-sided love for Reece since childhood. But she’s done waiting for him to see her as more than a kid sister who needs his protection. Between juggling a struggling clinic and starting up an exciting new relationship with a charming billionaire resort owner, Neve is determined to move on. Sparks might not fly with her new beau, but at least her heart isn’t on the line.

Until one impulsive night in Vegas changes everything.

Waking up married to Reece is the last thing Neve expects—or wants. But when her clinic is vandalized and her life upended, Reece insists on sticking around until the culprit is caught. Forced to live under the same roof, their shaky alliance begins to crack under the weight of their undeniable chemistry.

As danger closes in and secrets come to light, Reece and Neve must confront the truth about their desires—and decide whether this love can be rescued.

 

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The urge to giggle had everything to do with nerves and nothing to do with how he looked. No, nothing about his physique was giggle-worthy. If Neve could have crafted the perfect male specimen, he would have looked exactly like Reece. A sculpted torso that started at wide shoulders and tapered to a trim waist, like a V, above a perfectly square butt. Smooth, tan skin.

His back was to her, so she couldn’t assess the man package, but judging by the way it had felt against her in bed, he wasn’t lacking in that department either.

He came to a stop and glanced over his shoulder. “You’re staring.”

She swallowed a yelp.

A slow grin spread over his face—at least the side she could see in profile. “You know what they say. You see mine, I see yours.”

“That’s so childish!” she spluttered. “Besides, you’ve already seen it, and so have I.”

“We were five years old, Neve. I think things have changed since then.”

Details.

She brushed at something tickling her shoulder and looked up. “They have robes in here. His and hers, judging by the sizes.”

“Good because I can’t find a single stitch. Throw one out, would you?”

Hoisting herself to her feet, she slid the smaller robe from its hanger and quickly pulled it on before handing him the other one through the closet door.

“Thanks.” Fabric rustled. “As much fun as it is talking to you through a closet door, I think it’d be much easier if you came out.”

“Are you decent?”

“Always.”

She opened the door and stepped out—and tried not to laugh, especially given the seriousness of their dilemma. The robe hit him at the knees, and the sleeves were halfway up his forearms.

“We need to figure this out,” they both said at the same time.

“Maybe there are some clues in here.” Reece loped toward their adjoining doors, which stood wide open, but before she could follow, he let out a strangled sort of noise from his bedroom.

“What is it?” She hurried through the doorway.

“Found our clothes.”

His bed looked as though a herd of elephants had tap-danced on it. Scattered around said bed were various bits of his and her wedding outfits. Her panties lay in a crumpled heap beside his boxers, and her matching strapless bra hung over a chair that sat cockeyed to the desk. On the nightstand stood two empty champagne bottles, along with a half-dozen martini glasses, also empty.

She gasped and tried not to hurl.

He held up his hands. “Don’t panic.” Traipsing over to the desk, he switched on the lamp and picked up a piece of paper. A groan punched from his lungs.

“What? What is it?”

He locked gazes with her. “You can panic now.”

A mere beat passed, and she was by his side, gawking at what he held in his hands. Her already-unsettled stomach plummeted to her toes. “That’s … that’s …”

“A marriage license. Yeah.”

“It’s got to be a joke. Are those our real names?”

“Looks like.”

He plucked up what looked like a receipt and whipped his head toward her. His eyes dipped to her hand. “Holy Mother of …”

She followed his gaze, and her mouth swung open.

He pointed at her hand. “That is not fake.”

On her left ring finger was a big-ass diamond and a matching band.

Now she darted her eyes to his left hand. “Uh, you seem to be wearing what looks like the man version of mine. These must be fake! Right?”

“Don’t think so.” He held up the receipt.

She covered her mouth to hold back a choked cry. “Is that a six? With four zeros after it?”

“No, that’s an eight.” He rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “Damn! I bought these!”

She inspected the ring, which was almost too big for her small finger. “It is beautiful.”

“I have great taste. Did you have a say in it, or did I just … buy it?”

She blinked. “You’re asking me?”

“You were there, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, I was there, but I was as drunk as you, and everything’s a black hole.”

Dear God, what had they done?

 



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Since childhood, all sorts of stories and characters have lived in G.K. Brady’s imagination, elbowing one another for attention, so she’s finally giving them their voice on the written page.

 

An award-winning writer of contemporary romance, she loves telling tales of the less-than-perfect hero or heroine who transforms with each turn of a page. She also writes historical fiction under the pen name Griffin Brady.

 

G.K. is a wife and the proud mom of three grown sons. When she’s not writing, she might be reading, traveling, drinking wine, listening to music, or gardening—sometimes all at once! She currently resides in Colorado with her very patient husband.

  

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