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June 20, 2015
January 26, 2014
Shorts for only $0.99 each!
Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:
I’ve listed links for All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)
Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books Smashwords
Home For Valentines – contemporary: ARe Books Publisher
Treasured Possessions – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Throw Me a Bone – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
More Than Sex – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Conversations – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Roll of the Dice – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
The Wrong Path – fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
For more information about my publications, please visit my website:
May 23, 2013
Gay short stories for only $0.99!
Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:
I’ve listed links for All Romance eBooks and Smashwords. The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)
Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books Smashwords
Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL
Treasured Possessions – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Throw Me a Bone – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
More Than Sex – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Conversations – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Roll of the Dice – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
The Wrong Path – fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
For more information about my publications, please visit my website:
April 5, 2013
Books for sale at only $0.99!
Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:
Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books Smashwords
Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL
Treasured Possessions – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Throw Me a Bone – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
More Than Sex – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Conversations – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Roll of the Dice – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
The Wrong Path – fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)
For more information about my publications, please visit my website:
March 9, 2013
First Reflection now for sale at ARe!
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First Reflection By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods Word Count: 16000 Available in: Epub, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)
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About the book
Now all Andreas wants is revenge on the vampire who turned him.
Andreas is a wealthy young man, scion of a noble family, but frustrated by his father’s demands for more acceptable behavior. Out with his friends for a night on the town he is shocked when they are attacked by a nightwalker – a vampire. His friends are killed, but he is taken by the vampire to become his new plaything. After being changed and left for dead, Andreas is forced to kill to survive, and all he wants is revenge on the creature who turned him. Meeting up with another vampire, Valente, Andreas finds salvation of a kind, but is still haunted by his desire for revenge.
An excerpt from the book
The fresh air helped to gradually improve Constantin’s condition and though he was still far from sober he was more in control. He stood upright, pushed away from Andreas and Ettore, staggered for a couple of steps before straightening his back. He turned around to face the others, gave a small bow and a sweep of his arm. Andreas watched him carefully and soon decided he was capable of walking unaided though he would keep a close watch on him just in case. Constantin succumbed to the effects of alcohol sooner than either he or Ettore.
“It’s quicker if we go through the park,” Ettore said.
“It always looks spooky in there at night,” Constantin said.
“Oh come on, it’s fine if we stick to the path,” Andreas added. “Anyhow, didn’t know you were scared of all those old wives’ tales.”
Constantin pulled a face but turned into the gate with his friends. “Legends, not old wives’ tales and there’s always a smidgen of truth in legends.”
Andreas laughed. “You sound like my great aunt Sibelia. She would always mutter under her breath as we left the Temple after prayers. Said it was always wise to ask for help against the evil the Temple said didn’t exist. That never quite made sense to me, but she swore there was more that Divinity could protect one against if you bothered to ask.”
“Crazy old bat,” Ettore said.
“Maybe, but it does make one think,” Constantin said. “There are many things now that the Temple says don’t exist, yet once there were prayers of protection against those non-existent things.”
“What kind of things?” Ettore asked, now looking vaguely concerned as he glanced at their dark surroundings. There were very few torches in the park at night to illuminate the paths through the trees; some of the older ones were huge with branches spreading over half the park. An owl hooted and Ettore jerked as he swung around.
Andreas edged closer and said, “Nightwalkers who suck you dry of blood and eat your heart, bone men who steal your soul, spectral departed who won’t leave the world of the living, men who turn into beasts when the moon is full, women who—”
“For Divinity’s sake, stop!”
Andreas laughed. “Oh, you’re so gullible.”
A man suddenly stepped out from the darkness and Constantin came to a halt, his face a picture of shock. Andreas belatedly realized that in fact the man was walking on another path that merged with the one they were on and relaxed. Ettore laughed at Constantin’s over-reaction to the abrupt appearance of the stranger, a handsome looking man indeed, Andreas couldn’t help but notice. Tall, with black hair and dark eyes, dressed all in black too, which was probably why his skin looked so pale.
February 23, 2013
Lust in Time Anthology now for sale at ARe Books!
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Lust in TimeBy: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods Word Count: 77000 Available in: Epub, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc) |
About the book
Love and lust through the annals of time, from ancient Israel and Greece and Rome, to the Vikings, the Wild West, Woodstock, and all points in between.
History and fiction meet at the crossroads in these erotic tales of love and lust. From ancient Israel and Greece and Rome, to the time of the Vikings, the Wild West, Woodstock, and all points in between, witness the steamy encounters, lurid battles, raucous clashes, and tender moments of couples who span the centuries. Get swept up in the lives of the biblical David, Emperor Hadrian, barbarians from Britannia, a 19th Century physician, Jewish immigrants, cowboys and Indians, Billy the Kid, Civil War and World War I soldiers, hippies, and so many more, all in search of adventure, passion, and, yes, even fame.
An excerpt from the book
The noonday sun beat harshly on David’s back, drawing sweat from his pores and sending it rolling into his eyes. The lamb lay on a rocky ledge, just out of reach, and bleated in fear of its precarious position. Ignoring the yawning drop below him and adjusting his grip on the spiny juniper branch, the young shepherd stretched over the cliff’s edge. Further… almost… just a… little… more–Yes! Grabbing a hold of the little sheep’s coat, David dragged the lost animal up to safety.
“Off you go!” He scooted the lamb toward the rest of the flock and wiped his brow on his tunic. “And there’ll be no more wandering down the hill!” Retrieving his staff, he returned to the shade of the nearby olive tree and swallowed greedily from his water bladder. He took up his lyre from where it leaned against the tree and plucked its strings, trying to recall the melody he’d been constructing when the lamb went off the edge. Humming to himself, he strummed and began to play.
Rich chords, sounding larger than the small harp from which they sprang, filled the dusty afternoon air. A melody, light and lyrical, intertwined amongst them, cavorting with first one chord and then another. Running up and down scale, the notes floated around him, hanging in the hazy light. The youth’s fingers flew across the strings, dancing lightly over the instrument as they wove the enchanting music. Even the sheep stopped to listen.
Lost in the melodies his hands created, David rocked in the cool shade, dreaming of a place away from his flock. His elder brothers fought in the army of King Saul and, when they visited home, regaled the family with stories of life beyond the dusty confines of Bethlehem. Tales of far-off lands and strange peoples, accounts of great battles against the Ammonites and the Philistines, all fired the young shepherd’s imagination, and he yearned for a life of his own, a life different from the day-to-day stink of sheep.
“David!” A piping voice broke into his thoughts. “David, where are you?”
Letting a final chord fade in the burning sunlight, he sighed and opened his eyes. “Over here, Eitan!” Standing, David stepped out of the deep shade and waved to the young boy who loped gracelessly over the hill top.
“Cousin,” panted the child. “Your father bade me find you and desires that you return home. I’m to watch the sheep.”
“Why? Has some ill befallen him?”
“No! A stranger has come. Miriam says he is from Gibeah!”
From Gib–! Fear for the safety of his brothers clutched David’s heart, making it race. He gathered his staff and lyre and, without a backward glance at Eitan, raced up the hillside to cross the fields with long, ground-eating strides.
O LORD, keep them well! He prayed at he ran, begging not so much for his own comfort or that of his brothers, but for his father’s peace of mind. Jesse’s life numbered four score years and his health seemed to flee from him more each season. A son’s death would surely be his undoing.
February 14, 2013
50% rebate on my books at ARe!
That’s right! All my books whether through my various publishers or my self-published works are on offer today at All Romance eBooks. To celebrate Valentine’s Day ARe Books are offering a 50% rebate on qualifying books so pop over there now and you can purchase any of my books at half-price!
January 28, 2013
Books for sale for only $0.99!
Just a reminder that I have a few short stories out there for only $0.99 which readers might like to check out:
Festivities – contemporary/Christmas: ARe Books Smashwords
Home For Valentines – contemporary: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=SW_HMVAL
Treasured Possessions – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Throw Me a Bone – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
More Than Sex – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Conversations – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Roll of the Dice – contemporary: ARe Books Smashwords
Tutelary – contemporary/fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
The Wrong Path – fantasy: ARe Books Smashwords
The books are also available for purchase from Amazon Kindle, but Amazon has upped the price a little to around $1.25 – not my choice I assure you:)
For more information about my publications, please visit my website:
January 21, 2013
Review for free short: Long Distance!
I’ve just discovered a very succinct review for my free short story, Long Distance, on ARe Books:
“Brilliant brilliant read! and free WOW”.
Couldn’t be much better:)
January 18, 2013
HEALING is now available from ARe Books!
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HealingBy: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods Word Count: 18000 Available in: Epub, HTML, Microsoft Reader, Adobe Acrobat, Mobipocket (.prc)
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About the book
After an injury, Audin desperately needs the help of a healer, and is shocked to discover the one recommended to him is Tener, a man he hasn’t seen since their split following a blazing argument a dozen years earlier. Since those days, both men have experienced much during their years apart, and life has tempered them. Even though Tener is now a healer rather than the doctor he ought to have become, and Audin is an engineer working for an authoritarian government department, they realize they still have much in common. Including a fierce sexual attraction to each other.
Upon learning that Audin’s life is at stake from an implant placed inside him by the government, and with his own career at risk due to Audin’s position, Tener confesses his secret involvement with an underground organization fighting to bring down the corrupt and dangerous regime.
The men quickly comprehend that they must work together, hoping to solve Audin’s problem and, in consequence, that of others infected by the vicious piece of technology. But can Tener remove the evil device from Audin without killing him in the process?
An excerpt from the book
…Audin Logon cursed his own carelessness as he hurried along the narrow poorly lit street as dusk slid into night. He’d had to take a cab from the ministry because his injury meant he wasn’t able to drive. It had been necessary for the transport to drop him off at the crossroads as it wasn’t possible to drive down the narrow lane. The throbbing in his hand and arm had lessened now, sinking into numbness and he didn’t think that was good. He hoped the healer would still see clients at this hour, some healers only chose to work during daylight hours.His colleague at the department, Milius, had assured him that his friend of a friend was a good healer and would never turn a patient away. Audin wasn’t sure he believed that, but at that moment he prayed Milius was right. There was no way he could go to the hospital for treatment by the doctors there; he just couldn’t afford the fees ‘proper’ doctors charged. It didn’t matter that the accident had occurred at work, the ministry considered the employee responsible for his own actions – and his own accidents.
Audin repeated the healer’s name to himself, Neret Sanaret, again frowning because there was something about the name that seemed familiar and he couldn’t think why – of course! Sanaret had to be an assumed name. Sanare was the ancient name for a healer; it was too much of a coincidence that it was the man’s real name. Not that it mattered what he called himself as long as he was as good as Milius said, and the man would help him. Perhaps it would be sensible to offer him a little extra for arriving at so late an hour.
There, just ahead in the murky gloom, illuminated by one of the few street lights, he saw the sign of a healer’s shop: a pestle and mortar topped by the curved surgeon’s knife around which a snake curled. Audin sighed gratefully that modern healing had progressed well beyond such basic tools, though where the snake came into it he had never understood. As he approached the door he saw the name plate of the man he’d been sent to see.
Audin knocked on the door, hoping for a response. Almost immediately the door opened and a figure stood there. Outlined only by the light from within, the man appeared little more than a dark shadow.
“Healer Sanaret?” Audin queried. “I apologize for the late hour. I was given your name by a friend who suggested you would still be willing to offer me treatment.”
“Come in,” the healer said.
With a sigh of relief Audin walked into the brightly lit room, absently noting its neat metallic surfaces and clean white walls before turning to face the healer – and his voice died in his throat. His heart speeded up and his head pounded. He could hardly believe what he thought he saw. He frowned as he cocked his head to one side, studying the man before him. It couldn’t be, could it? Yet how could he doubt his own eyes?
Audin stared at the man he had last seen almost a dozen years ago; the man he had regretted losing contact with over what had long since seemed a pointless reason for an argument.
“Tener Allend! My God, is that you?”
Eyes widening, the man frowned. “I fear you have mistaken me for someone else, Sir. My name is Neret Sanaret.”
Audin was taken aback. He couldn’t be mistaken. Even the voice was familiar now. The man before him appeared more mature, the eyes were perhaps a little harder, but Audin could never mistake that face. The years had added bulk to his body, but the man’s height was exactly the same. His eyes were the same green flecked with gold and his hair was the identical warm brown with fair streaks, just a little longer now as it brushed his collar. “It can’t be… You are… Why are you denying yourself, Tener?”
“I am denying only that I am this man you have mistaken me for. Now please, let us deal with your injury,” the healer said coldly.
Audin did not believe him, but obeyed, painfully removing his jacket and shirt to sit at the examination table, where he laid his injured arm for the healer’s perusal.
Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction 