Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

September 28, 2016

HEALING out today! 45% off coupon!!!

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Torquere Press offer a 45% off coupon through 9/30/16! Use coupon code “FALL16” to redeem this coupon!!!

Healing
by Stevie Woods
72 pages / 18000 words 
ISBN: 978-1-946058-05-8
$2.99

Buy Link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=96&products_id=4725

Blurb:

After an injury Audin needs the help of a healer and is shocked to discover the one recommended to him is Tener, who he hasn’t seen since their split following an argument a dozen years earlier. Both men have experienced much during their years apart and life has tempered them.

On discovering that Audin’s life is at risk from an implant placed inside him by the authoritarian government department he works for, Tener confesses his involvement with an underground organization fighting to bring down the government. They work together hoping to solve Audin’s problem and in consequence that of others infected by this vicious piece of technology. Can Tener remove the device without killing Audin in the process?

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August 31, 2016

Review for ANOTHER SECRET!

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Review from Sinfully m/m Book Brief for ANOTHER SECRET!AnotherSecret_smallCover

“In many ways, it’s a classic shifter tale of best friends, an adversary, and more than one clawed problem to solve. Most of all it’s about love conquering.”

To read the full review, visit: http://sinfullymmbookreviews.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/book-brief-another-secret-by-stevie.html

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October 3, 2014

Amber Allure Anniversary sale – Last day!

Yes – you can purchase all of my books at a discount today as part of the AQP Amber Allure anniversary celebration!

Through Friday, October 03rd
On October 1st, 2002, Amber Quill Press officially opened its doors. And since that day, we have published more than 2,000 titles in just about every genre imaginable by some of the most talented authors in the business!
And now, to celebrate our 12th Anniversary, we kick off the month by offering all of our Amber Kisses, Novellas, and Novels (both “Regular” and “Extended” length) for a 50% discount! Yes, that’s 50% off…all imprints, all genres, all authors…from now through Friday, October 3rd!
 
(Note: Discount applies to e-books only and does not include AmberPax Collections or books labeled “Amber Briefs” or “Amber Shorts.” Books listed on our “Clearance” page will remain discounted at 75% off.)
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12th ANNIVERSARY GIVEAWAYS

And to continue celebrating our twelve years in business throughout the month, we will be drawing at random the names of three (3) newsletter subscribers each Sunday in October and giving each of them an AQP Gift Certificate worth $25.00 on our website. That’s a total of twelve (12) winners in October. So check the “New Releases” newsletter each Sunday in October to see if your email address has been selected to win.
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May 11, 2014

New excerpt from BEYOND THE VEIL!

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I thought it was time I started posting some more excerpts from my numerous releases and what better place to start than with the first novel I had published, the historical novel, BEYOND THE VEIL.

beyondtheveilsm2As he stood contemplating how very tiny he was in the scheme of things, David heard yet another sound but this was so close and it seemed to be continuing. He frowned, trying to place it and it came again, almost a moan, yet not quite. He thought he could detect a word, the Arabic word for ‘more’. As he mulled that over the sound came again, long drawn out as the words were moaned again, and it came from the garden door to Robert’s room behind him.

Unable to stop himself, David edged near the open door, standing just to one side where he could see but not be seen. He felt guilty at spying on his host, but he had to know who Robert was with. Did he have one of the female servants in his room…no, wait, it was not women he liked, was it?

Ignoring his unease at what he was doing, he peered in and even though he half-expected it, it still proved a distinct shock. A very naked Robert was indeed not alone, he was with a young male and he was moving languorously over him, their slick skin sliding over each other. The young man, who had served David his tea that very afternoon, was gripping Robert’s back and moaning continuously, begging Robert for more, over and over, as Robert pounded into him. It was one thing to know that Robert liked being with men, another thing entirely to actually see it.

A feeling David could not name slammed into him and he gripped his suddenly rebellious stomach and stumbled back to his own room.

Leaning against his own now closed garden door, David took a few deep breaths to calm his swiftly beating heart. The image of Robert, naked and writhing against the young Arab, and of the man’s hands gripping Robert’s strong back tightly, was seared onto his inner eyelids.

David was surprised to note he was aroused, as much affected by the eroticism of what he had just witnessed as shocked by it. But, as he calmed himself enough to be able to seriously consider what he had seen, he recognized the emotion flowing through him was not shock at all, it was lust with a healthy dose of jealousy. David’s imagination placed himself on Robert’s bed and wondered what it would feel like to have Robert sliding over him, what sensations would bombard him if he felt Robert’s hands gliding over his skin…oh God, what was he thinking? Robert had been with someone else.

The truth of that hit him hard. Robert had another man in his bed and only recently he had made overtures to David and for a second he was angry. Until he realized that Robert had not intended to tell him; David had dragged the confession out of him. He shook his head. What was he thinking anyway? Robert was all man; he had his needs just like any other man so why the hell had he assumed he would be celibate? The images slid through his mind again and he felt very hot. He threw open his garden door again and breathed in the cool night air.

David moved back to his bed trying to finally get some sleep but the images kept playing through his mind and before long the young Arab was no longer in the picture, it was David who Robert caressed, David who he kissed as he slowly moved against him.

http://www.phaze.com/book.php?title=Beyond+The+Veil

Also available from Amazon, All Romance eBook and Smashwords

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February 15, 2014

New excerpt from gay historical novel, Stone by Stone!

I thought it was about time I posted another excerpt from my Tudor historical novel, STONE BY STONE – a story about a monk and the man sent by Henry VIII to close his monastery:

StoneByStone_medWhen they had left the refectory and were out of earshot of the other monks and the servants, Andrew asked, “Do you really want to show me the books?”

Mark looked over his shoulder, smiled and answered, “Among other things. There are some remarkable books in the abbey library, Master Cheyne.”

“Won’t you please call me Andrew?”

Mark inclined his head. “I would be honoured.”

“So I will see these remarkable books and some of your handiwork?”

“Yes.”

Andrew sighed. He ought to have known he was reading more into Brother Mark’s interest than was reasonable.

Andrew realized his sigh had been louder than he thought when Mark slowed and turned to him. “You do not wish to visit the library?”

“Yes, of course. I would very much like to see the books and I’m very interested in what you are working on.” Andrew smiled and was unaccountably relieved when Mark smiled back.

It was only a minute or so later when Mark halted at a pair of heavy wooden doors. Grasping the handles, he pushed them open. A dim flickering light, which Andrew realized came from a tall, lit candle in a wall sconce, greeted them. Mark picked it up, lit a branch of candles from it and then led the way inside. Andrew was aware the abbey library had some old rare books and they also had some very new ones. Tavistock Abbey was one of the very first places in England to have a printing press and some of the newly produced bibles in English were being created here.

Like most everyone else, Andrew was very impressed with the idea of books being printed. It was remarkable how swiftly a new book could be ready when compared to the old method whereby each book had needed to be laboriously copied out by hand. However, neither could he deny the beautiful work produced by generations of monks. Andrew had a love of such things—he was proud to have collected a small number of books himself—and it was very hard to think many of the books he admired for their aesthetic beauty would have to be destroyed because of their religious content. He knew he would have to steel himself to such things, however, because he did truly believe that the Catholic bible in Latin was anathema and the people would be better served with an honest, open bible in English.

Brother Mark led the way through the shadowy passageways towards the large windows in the opposite wall. They passed many shelves of books of all shapes and sizes, some so large it was difficult to believe a man could lift them, let alone be able to read them. The room was redolent with the smell of leather and parchment. As they moved deeper inside, Andrew saw different shaped shelves with narrower, deeper openings and he realized they were filled with scrolls, some of which were very ancient and obviously made of parchment, though there were also some examples on paper, which had been produced during the last couple of centuries.

Brother Mark had obviously followed his gaze. “They are remarkable, aren’t they? Our librarian is very proud of the collection.”

Andrew met his gaze. “They will have to be inspected. Sir Richard needs a complete record of everything here.”

Mark nodded. “I know, and I fear what may happen in the future,” he said sadly. “I try to cling to the belief God has purpose in everything he does, but this is difficult.”

For the first time, Andrew wished he didn’t have to be part of this. Part of destroying this man’s private little world—until his own thoughts registered and he acknowledged it was exactly this kind of existence that was at the heart of the problem. These men, and many hundreds like them, existed apart from the reality of life. Supported and served by those whose lives were much more difficult and all too real. Brother Mark may be an honest, sincere monk, but Andrew knew there were many others who lived a life of luxury with no regard for their fellow men. Where was their God in that?

“What did you want to show me, Mark?” Andrew asked, aware his tone of voice was much different from earlier, hard and cold.

Mark glanced at him, a slight frown marring his features. “Why are you angry with me, Andrew? Have I offended you? Please, I had no intent.”

Andrew sighed. “I’m not angry with you, Mark. I allowed myself to forget, for a short time, that we are on opposing sides. I should not have done so. It does neither of us any good.”

“Andrew,” Mark said, his tone soft, beguiling, “we have differing points of view on more than one subject, but surely it doesn’t have to make us enemies. I have already seen you have a taste for the aesthetic, as do I. I did not mistake your pleasure at the stonework or your interest in these books. That is at least two points of view we share. Can we not just share the similarities and try to forget our differences?” Mark stepped closer. “I felt an affinity with you when we met. This is rare for me, and I don’t wish to lose it if I can help it. Will you allow me to be your friend, Andrew?”

Andrew stared at this man, who he now acknowledged could so easily mean more to him than Mark could possibly know, or accept if he did know. Mark might be talking about friendship, but Andrew’s reaction was much more personal, as his stiffening cock could attest. But like Mark, it was rare for Andrew to feel such an acceptance of another being with such speed or ease. He knew he likely wanted more than was possible, but he was willing to take whatever he could have. He could take himself to task later.

“Yes, Mark,” Andrew said. “I would like that.”

end of excerpt

Available in Ebook and Print from Amber Quill Press:
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/StoneByStone.html

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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:

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September 5, 2013

ON REFLECTION – a new excerpt from my vampire novel!

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OnReflection_200I wanted to find a new excerpt to post from my paranormal vampire novel, On Reflection, and I found one describing one Nicolo’s earliest memories – seemed ideal for a man who lived a longer than normal life:

A tall, thin, callow boy ran along the wooden planking of the docks, the hunk of bread he’d stolen clasped tightly in his fist. Heart beating in his chest, partly from fear and partly from the exertion, Nicolo darted between a stack of crates, cargo waiting to be loaded on one of the docked ships, only to be shocked when he ran into someone.

Yelling out, half-expecting a blow, Nicolo attempted to twist past the man, but a large hand had grabbed at his tattered clothing and hung on.

“What have we here?” the man queried, pulling Nicolo back against him, one strong arm holding the boy tight against his sturdy body.

“Let go!” Nicolo squirmed, but abruptly understood the man wasn’t going to let him loose. Afraid that the man would turn him over to the baker, who would at best beat him, at worst turn him over to the watch, Nicolo looked at up at the man holding him. “Please, please let me go. I mean no harm, I’m just hungry.” Nicolo used his large dark eyes as best as he could, letting his lip tremble a little, too, knowing it made him look helpless.

The man laughed heartily. “Oh, but you’re a smart rascal, too, aren’t you?” Still not letting him go, the man looked Nicolo over carefully, even turning him a little to push up his torn tunic and look at his back. “Avoided most of the bruises, I see. Smart and quick. The captain could make good use of you, I think,” he added thoughtfully.

Nicolo frowned, not understanding what the man was talking about, but afraid he might have run from the frying pan into the fire. “What do you want with me? Don’t hurt me, please. I won’t make any trouble.” Nicolo kept his voice low, not knowing why, but sensing he ought to be careful with this stranger.

“I’m not going to hurt you, boy. I’m offering you a chance to get off these streets, to do honest work. Sleep in a bed and have regular meals in return. You can earn a little payment, too, in time, when you can pull your own weight. Isn’t that better than thieving just to live, and risk ending up at the end of a rope or on the execution block for your pains?”

“Not my fault I have to steal,” Nicolo grumbled, not being taken in by the promised future. It was too much, too easy. “They threw me out when I got too big; they said I ate too much. I was only twelve. Is it my doing I’m big for my age, I ask you?”

“The foundling home?” There was sympathy in the stranger’s voice.

Nicolo looked up at the man again, searching his eyes, trying to decide what he really wanted. “Yes,” Nicolo answered. “They were always talking about how lucky I was to be looked after, how I was a fortunate child that the Divinity had saved. If I was so fortunate, why didn’t I have any parents? Why was I abandoned without even a name of my own? Found on Santa Nicholas Street, I was, so they call me Nicolo.” The memory still stung; it seemed to Nicolo that he was destined to be forever abandoned.

“Still, I’m pleased to meet you, Nicolo d’Volenzkya.” The man released Nicolo, holding his gaze as he continued, “My name is Phillipe Donato, and I am second mate on the clipper Oreole. Will you accept my offer; make a better way in this life?”

Nicolo looked at Phillipe, disbelief gnawing at him, even as hope grew in his heart. “You meant what you said? A place of my own to sleep, food to eat? For good, honest work?”

“Yes, I meant every word. Someone was kind to me once when I really needed it, and I swore to repay the favor one day.”

“And you—you don’t want—anything else from me? I…” Nicolo backed away a little. “Someone tried. I’m not that kind of…”

“No, Nicolo, I’m not that kind either,” Phillipe interrupted sharply. “You won’t be touched, I swear.” Phillipe actually smiled then. “Unless you earn the captain’s wrath, but that’s something we all risk. Come with me on board the ship. You will earn your keep, I assure you. The work is hard and you have much to learn, but one day you can proudly say that you are a sailor.”

“A sailor? I have dreamed of seeing other places. I saw pictures in a book once of far away lands. They are real? You have seen these places?” Nicolo asked excitedly.

Phillipe took hold of Nicolo’s arm, but gently, as he led the ragged boy out from among the crates and back onto the dock. Nicolo darted a look around, praying the baker was no longer looking for him.

“Oh, I’ve seen more places than you have ever heard of, boy,” Phillipe was saying. “The stories I could tell you.” He grinned then. “But Captain Costalla, he’s been to places you’ve never even dreamed of.”

Nicolo looked at the mate with fascination now. He’d heard all his life that Volenzkya was the center of the world, the capital city of a vast empire, but all he ever saw were the same dirty streets and the poor folk eking out a living in the shadow of the huge, grand buildings where people lived like lords. Places people like him couldn’t get near, let alone enter. The ‘world’ he heard talk of might just as well be across the wide blue sea that he could see from the top of the foundling home, for all the good it did him.

But still he could dream of something better, and he had long wished to escape the drudgery of his life for the adventure to be found on the large ships that swept in and out of the harbor day after day. It was one of the reasons he used the docks to hide out and make his base after he was thrown out of the foundling home. Hoping that, one day, he could leave on one of those ships and see the world beyond his tiny portion of it. Now, it looked as his long-held dream was about to become reality.

ON REFLECTION is available in eBook and Print from MLR Press – and all the other usual avenues:)

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August 15, 2013

Another Secret – Another positive review!

AnotherSecret_medYep, I was pleased to receive notification of a very positive review from Rainbow Reviews for my werewolf novella, Another Secret.

“The story was well written and since the whole plot revolves around secrets, it was something easy to relate to. If you enjoy a little taste of the paranormal world, then this might be for you.”

To read the full review, go here

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July 22, 2013

Another Secret – another review!

AnotherSecret_medI was delighted to learn that Mrs Condit and Friend’s site had reviewed my dark fantasy / shifter novella, Another Secret.  In part she said:

“While approaching Drew’s house, he finds that Drew has got a secret of his own, and it’s a doozy. When they talk, they find out that secrets never go away, that they always find a way to come out in the end. And sometimes with disastrous results.”

To read the full review, go here

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