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Monday, May 30, 2016

Kiss the Reaper by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ My Review: 5 Blood Dripping Gripping Stars

Kiss the Reaper

Blak Rayne

@BlakRayne

New release now available at Amazon!

Blurb:

As a prostitute, Z has no one trustworthy he can rely on in his life until he meets Brody, a kind and mysterious man who seems to be the answer to all his problems.

‘Wherever depravity knocks, he will answer. Whenever Z knocks, he will kill.’

For Z, prostitution is a way of life, but it’s also become his prison. Desperate to forget his ugly existence, even if it’s only once a week, he confides in a john—a mysterious but kind man named Brody. Every Friday night they talk until the early morning hours. Brody is altruistic, giving him the attention he craves and, in time, they cultivate a unique bond.

For Brody, he’s found something special in Z—an innate charm and pure view of the world—qualities he can appreciate. He’s grown fond of Z and comfortable with their routine, but he knows it will soon come to an end.

Fueled by curiosity, Z follows Brody through the city to a dance club. He wants to learn all he can about his unusual client. However, he discovers more than he bargained for—a dark unsettling secret is hidden in a back room, a secret he can never share.

Kiss the Reaper by Blak Rayne
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

You Won't Breathe Until the End ~ It is THAT Gripping

I have long been an avid fan of Blak Rayne. Her work is unbelievably phenomenal and always draws us into the world between her artful pages, submerging us in carefully selected words crafting a world none of us could even imagine. And yet she can. In Kiss the Reaper, she has written a very dark yet hopeful world of retribution, redemption, love and hope. How the Hell are all those contrasts even possible in one piece?! I don't know; you'd have to ask her. But, she does it and like an artist with a bare canvas, oils and brushes, she transforms her images into fast-paced words that are so moving, they latch onto us by our fears and curiosity and don't let go until the last page is turned and we sigh...wanting more..

The story is compelling, gripping, dark...and yet not, The words are strung together like jewels: carefully, artistically, one enhancing the other and in need of the other’s brilliance. Her way with words is, I don’t really know…magical? I saw everything she described and felt the tension, the relief, the resignation, the determination—the love and hope--the pain. I felt the rain pelting, felt the concrete sidewalk rise up to meet the face of a falling Z, I heard the approaching footsteps while my own terror mounted. Brody's calm determination was a frozen wave that washed over me. I didn't breathe for 5 chapters so I couldn't put it down. I had to find out how it ended so I could breathe again.

If you don't read this book, you will do yourself a tantalizing disservice on this emotional roller coaster that is her imagination. This book will bring you to the core of the dark side of human nature. But, there is promise in retribution; there is hope in redemption. In short? I friggin' loved this book and cannot wait for the next one. 5 stars plus!

Muffy Wilson
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Muffy, likened in style to one of the Bronte sisters and Anne Rice, is an award winning bestselling author of provocative romance about love, sex, hope and passion. An American author of the popular Shadow Seduction Series (a paranormal love story) and the Ribbons of Moonlight Series (a contemporary romance), she has penned a dozen other books and anthology collections.

Muffy was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and 'came of age' in France which forged her joie de vivre and love for books and writing. Married and living in the tropical paradise of SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy writes and enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.

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Friday, May 20, 2016

Kiss the Reaper by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ New release now available at Amazon!

Kiss the Reaper

Blak Rayne

@BlakRayne

New release now available at Amazon!

Blurb:

As a prostitute, Z has no one trustworthy he can rely on in his life until he meets Brody, a kind and mysterious man who seems to be the answer to all his problems.

‘Wherever depravity knocks, he will answer. Whenever Z knocks, he will kill.’

Excerpt:

The elevator slid shut at the far end of the hallway and I caught a glimpse of Brody inside. I raced past it and down three levels of a concrete stairwell to catch him. Once on the street, he walked like he had a purpose, cutting straight through anyone in his path. I followed him for several blocks, where he entered an abandoned warehouse in an industrial park. I kept close to the walls and shadows, careful not to disturb anything.

On the fifth floor, in what had once been a spacious office, sat the basics in furniture—a liquor cabinet and kitchenette, bathroom, and a bed—it wasn’t how I expected him to live. A meticulous man, he seemed the type who would rent a West End condo.

Brody began to remove his clothes, and I ducked behind a rusted filing cabinet. He wasn’t huge or burly, but lean, an unbreakable man, and I felt an even stronger attraction to him. In certain respects we were one in the same—a pair of freakish oddballs—mutually needy. I wanted his attention and it seemed he wanted my approval. But what about love? And what about sex?

His cock was long and lean like him, his nakedness beautiful. My stomach fluttered and I bottled my breath, quickly looking away to stay calm. He deserved privacy and my respect. But my thoughts were far from respectful.

Water ran, and I waited, rubbing nervously at my sweaty upper lip. The bathroom door opened, and Brody emerged in a cloud of steam, waist wrapped in a towel. In minutes, he was dressed and adjusting his tie in front of the large window. Then he slid the holsters over his shoulders, buckled the chest strap, and put on his blazer.

Once again, he was on the move, myself in pursuit. But somehow within a block of the warehouse, his trail had gone cold.

“Shit,” I gasped, my breath misting in the air. Light from a neon sign nearby glistened on the damp pavement. No other business in the immediate area was open. I had a hunch and pulled on the blackened entrance door.

Loud music hit like a brick, rattling my chest. People drank, danced and made out—the club was a den of wickedness. And I soon became disoriented in the chaos, temporarily absorbed like water into a sponge by the hypnotic pulse of lights. I shoved against the suffocating mass of bodies and scanned the sea of bobbing heads. At the rear of the club, I noticed a hallway emitting a red glow and, for some inexplicable reason, I felt drawn to it and moved in that direction.

When I reached it, a man brushed past, bumping my arm. The unnatural light obscured his head and shoulders. I paused and glanced back, but he’d vanished. Our interaction was so brief, only his stature had registered. There were three doors to my left and the middle one stood partly open. I gave it a cautious push and it crept inwards. The red glow from the corridor gradually spread across the floor.

I gagged.

In the center of the room was a dead man, seated on a chair in front of a boarded window, his mouth gaping, a quarter-sized hole in his forehead. He stared with vacant eyes, those deprived of a soul. Blood trickled past the bridge of his nose and had spattered the plywood in the window, like someone had flicked paint from his or her fingertips.

For the first few seconds, I was too traumatized to be scared, but had enough sense to get out of there. Murder was still illegal. Turning on my heels, I blew from the room, heart hammering. I tried to act normal, but failed, wading at an urgent pace across the dance floor, propelling people out of my way. A yard ahead was the silhouette of a tall figure, a man engulfed in the epileptic beat of strobe lights. I don’t know why, but the back of his head and shoulders, and his sturdy purposeful gait seemed all too familiar. He had to be the man who’d passed me minutes before.

He exited the building and I did the same, dashing outside into the drizzly night. Gulping at the cold air, I looked in every direction. The street was desolate, not a human in sight—the man had, yet again, vanished into thin air. I turned east for home, an alley sandwiched between the club and neighboring building, and someone materialized from the shadows.

“W-who are you?” I demanded, limbs shaking.

Purchase Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01F7RHMSI

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/633533

Xin Xii: http://www.xinxii.com/en/kiss-the-reaper-p-369947.html

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/blak+rayne?_requestid=1227856

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/author?id=Blak%20Rayne&hl=en

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~ Featured Promotion This Month ~

Buy Link

Magical in every way!

By o cmd VINE VOICE on June 27, 2015

An amazing tale of love

By J Kahele on December 14, 2015

Absolutely wonderful book!

By Linda M Watson on August 30, 2015

This book is well written and I loved the characters

By Annamaria Folkerts on February 27, 2016

This story is a heart struggle with a past love.

By Virginia Lee on February 29, 2016

~ Now on Pre-Order ~

Vampire Bites

Vampire Paranormal Romance Boxed Set

(Vampire Bites Series Book 1)

Buy Link

***FREE*** Download

Prequel Short Story Teaser to Alpha Fever

Download Link

~ Just released ~

Mar 2016 ~ Alpha Fever:

22 Sizzling Contemporary and Paranormal Romance Stories by

24 USA Today, NYTimes, Amazon, International, and Award Winning Bestselling Authors

from

Gina Kincade and Naughty Nights Press
featuring
The Butterfly Collector by Muffy Wilson

~ Coming Soon ~

July 2016 ~ My Life in the Sky A Memoir of Lt. Col. Joe Lyle Jr

Aug 2016 ~ Sequel to The Para-Portage of Emily

Nov 2016 ~ Ribbons of Moonlight Sequel to Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

Friday, September 18, 2015

Turkish Delight by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ It Ain't Chocolate, Baby: Release Blitz

Turkish Delight

Blak Rayne

@BlakRayne

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‘One box of candies, one blindfold, and in one night everything changed.’

Thanks to a rough break-up, computer programmer Leonard’s been miserable for months. He’s the first to admit, he picks partners based on what he sees. Which, according to his brother Nate is his biggest downfall. To prove a point, Nate forces him to attend a night of blindfold speed dating. The men are plentiful, but making a choice goes against his superficial nature.

As the evening draws to a close, he meets a man who breaks all the rules. He gives Leonard a kiss and only one solid clue to his identity before disappearing. Days after, and Leonard still can’t get that kiss out of his mind. But without a name or face, he holds little hope of ever finding the man.

The Jeep hit the curb with a jolt. He shut the engine down and I got out. Head back, I stared at the night sky, snow wafting through the air, landing on my face and terra firma, the cold biting at my cheeks and nose. The whole area, a city block, was desolate and had an eerie silence about it.

“Well, we’re here.”

“And what is here?” I stood beside him, exhaling white puffs, my hands sunk deep in my pockets.

“Your Christmas present.” He gave a nod towards the commercial building in front of us. A large red sign with white letters graced the front of it.

“Blindfold Speed Dating! What the—”

“You don’t know until you try.”

“This is where you brought me? Seriously? The gay end of Vancouver for an evening of speed dating?”

“Yep, that’s what an older brother is for. Merry frigging ho-ho!” Nathan tugged down on my shirt, straightening it like our mother used to do when I was a child. Then he adjusted my tie and jacket, smoothing and pulling here and there. “You’ve got a stain on your shirt,” he griped, trying to tuck the hem in under my waistline.

“Come on, I’m not a kid!” I grabbed his arm and removed it from my slacks.

“You look like you rolled out of a dumpster.”

“I like dumpster diving!”

“Grow up.”

“I’ve never done anything like this,” I whined.

He grabbed my wrist, turned my forearm underside up, and slapped a glossy piece of paper the size of a bookmark on my palm. “Cheer the fuck up and live a little.”

“But speed dating with a blindfold? Sounds a little too noir for my taste.”

He sighed, spun me around with more force than necessary, and pushed me in the direction of the entrance. “I’ll be back to get you at eleven.”

I dug my heels in, he bumped into me, and we slid across the sidewalk. “Nate, you know I’m not good at anything social.”

He barked like our dad, “Move! And don’t you dare skip out. Because I’ll know.” He made the I’m watching you two-fingered gesture several times.

I shook my head, shoving him away. “You’re such a jerk.”

“Anne and I bought you the ticket because we didn’t want to see you alone. No one should be alone at Christmas,” he said with finality as if it was the last time we’d see each other.

Scrunching the ticket, I glared at him, wondering where the hell he’d gotten the audacity to play Cupid. “Great. Got it.”

He got in the Jeep and waved before accelerating away.

Teetering on the edge of the sidewalk, I shook a fist. “Asshole!”

When I stopped my verbal assault, I realized how quiet it was. The snow had deadened the landscape like an invisible force field keeping the rest of the city at bay. Vancouver Village was a long way from home, especially when I didn’t have my car.

Light shone through the large windows, glistening on the freshly fallen snow. White settled in a lacy pattern on my clothes. I opened the door to the low decibel of male voices and a man wearing a badge that said, Gary–Coordinator.

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The generic biography....

Blak Rayne is a published author of gay erotic and yaoi style fictional romance. She loves to write and believes it's one of the greatest forms of self-expression. What better way to see inside the human soul?

Blak resides North of Sixty, and yes, she is a woman, wife and mother. She’s been writing and drawing since elementary school, and she loves anything that involves the arts. As for family, her daughter is her toughest critic and greatest support!

Now, for the real biography....

A good friend, who is an aspiring author, happened to mention that she likes to read author bios, and when she checked mine, sadly, she was disappointed. The bio I use is generic, blah, and it doesn't tell her anything personal about Blak Rayne. Her suggestion. Change it! What she really meant to say: "I want to read the juicy bits, lady!"

Okay, the truth. My life is crazy hectic most days as I divide my time between family and friends, writing and marketing, running our businesses and household. I spend an average of eight to twelve hours a day on the computer. My favourite drink while writing is a homemade chai latte. Well, tea period. Must be the Brit coming out in me. When I relax or we have company over, I usually indulge with a glass of Japanese plum wine on ice, of course. My entire office is purple, even the carpet. I find the colour calming, and it gets my creative juices flowing. Love it!

Currently, I reside in British Columbia, Canada with my husband, our daughter and son. Our eldest son passed away; he's not with us physically, but he is in spirit. My daughter owns a cat that is the moodiest creature you'll ever meet. Seriously, the foul little beast still swats at my legs when I don't pay him enough attention.

What else can I tell you? Lots of things, but the most important tidbit, I'm passionate about my writing and plan to continue publishing. How many novels? Who knows, I guess until the ideas run dry, or I die.

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Monday, May 30, 2016

Kiss the Reaper by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ My Review: 5 Blood Dripping Gripping Stars

Friday, May 20, 2016

Kiss the Reaper by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ New release now available at Amazon!

Friday, September 18, 2015

Turkish Delight by Blak Rayne @BlakRayne ~ It Ain't Chocolate, Baby: Release Blitz

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