Saturday, 31 October 2015

Series Covers (not a reveal)



I have started a series called An Alphas World which is a high erotic paranormal series, they will most likely be short stories and be about different types of elements of the BDSM community.

Anyway, I got onto Photoshop and now there is going to be 4 books in the series. And I thought since it’ll probably be awhile since they are coming out. Since book 1 won’t be out until August 2016 and I doubt there will be another one out until 2017.

So what you think, make you want to read them?


 all art done by Bronwyn Heeley

Blast From the Past - Running Scared




Running Scared by Bronwyn Heeley
Contemporary Thriller
You always say you’d stand and fight, but when you witness the death of your loved ones, are you curtain your feet won’t take off and lead you on a merry-go-round?

Witnessing the murder of my family had me on the run. I didn’t know where I was going, or why I was left standing, but that didn’t stop my flight instinct from kicking in. I ran screaming, but he found me, and now I’m trapped in a hotel with a madman. What does he want from me and am I going to survive long enough to find out?

REVIEW
“A very well constructed dark short story with a twist that, though predictable from the very beginning, worked.” – Meh 1

LINKS
Goodreads ǀ Website

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Flash Us Fiction



 

Welcome all to Flash Us Tuesday where every Tues I will give you either a Drabble, Micro Flash and or Prompt fiction. At the end (okay so when I’m done editing the whole thing) I will be turning it into a little promotional note book.

Hope you enjoy these, though if you’ve been to my birthday event a few of these will probably look familiar





Fingers locked, skin to skin. Brain felt the weight of John on him, loved it in fact, as the other man leant in close, brushed stubble against stubble, sparking a fire in his jaw that radiated through his body.
They panted against each other, living in the aftershocks of orgasm and exercise that always came with lovemaking. Brain shifted his arms, bringing them from above his head, letting the ache easy, but his fingers still stayed locked with John, that connection wasn’t going to be lost, not while he flew.

Monday, 26 October 2015

Blast From the Past - Hunted



Hunted is a free story I wrote in 2011, on the drive up to Ocean Shore (which is about 30 mins north of Byron Bay)

Truly though this is for that nighttime pit stop at one of the backpack killers more notorious rest stops locations where he’d kidnap and kill his victim. And you’re in the car all by yourself. Only a truck nearby. You’re not quite sure if someone’s going to come and take you, or if your partner, who’s just gone to use the loo, is even going to come back.
And what are you meant to do if he doesn’t?

It’s one of those stories that I loved so much I had to revamp it and publish it



Hunted by Bronwyn Heeley
Contemporary thriller

 There’s only really one thing you can do when you escape from a madman; run.
You just gotta hope he doesn’t catch up to you!

REVIEW
“Well written and scary – Goldylox”

LINKS

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Flash Us Fiction



 

Welcome all to Flash Us Tuesday where every Tues I will give you either a Drabble, Micro Flash and or Prompt fiction. At the end (okay so when I’m done editing the whole thing) I will be turning it into a little promotional note book.

Hope you enjoy these, though if you’ve been to my birthday event a few of these will probably look familiar




The heat beat down upon me, melting into my skin, relaxing me in a way massage oil and slender fingers never could.
I loved the sun, the heat, even when it felt as if I’d melt into the sky.
Tim lay down next to me. I knew it was Tim because, well, I always knew, but mostly the caress I reserved from the ankle that hang off the edge of the sun chair, up my calf, thigh before scraping against the fabric over my arse, and moving up my back, before coming to rest on my neck, right where it belonged.
His head rested against his towel facing me, always watching me, or at least that’s what it seemed like over the last couple of days. Something had definitely changed, but I wasn’t sure if it was just me, that suddenly I saw things I’d not noticed before, or if it was just this time a year.
Fingers laced with mine, Tim wanting to touch, to be connected, that wasn’t new. The kiss to my elbow either, but even after all this time I still smiled, because, well, I fucking loved him.