Holiday Reads

Holiday Reads

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Why One Night?

By Wendi Zwaduk
You’ve seen the series, 1Night Stand. You’ve probably read a few of the stories. But have you ever wondered why an author might want to write a story that takes place in the space of one night? Wouldn’t it be hard? What about the character chemistry? Will they have a spark and what if they’ve never met before? Besides, the stories are short—how can the author really stretch out 24 hours? Or why didn’t the author shorten the story down?
I thought I’d answer a few of these questions—at least for my story, One More Night. I love to hear the reasoning behind an author’s work, so I’m going to share mine with you.
Why would I want to write a story taking place in the space of one night? This has to depend on the characters. Some seem to click really quickly. Others take more time to develop. For Jenna and Drake, my characters, they’d already had a relationship, so getting together in one night wasn’t completely impossible.
Is it hard to write something that short? Sure! Jenna and Drake had a past, but it didn’t turn out the way they wanted. There was no guarantee they’d make it work a second time and, yes, writing something that happens in 24 hours is hard. There’s a lot to pack into the story, but only so much room. As for the spark, Jenna and Drake had already been together.
Maybe that was me taking the easy route. My characters already had a past. They’d found a spark, but something blew it out. They talked to me and said they wanted to try again. “Give me one more night and I know we can make this work.” Who was I to tell them no? Once I had Madame Eve on board, it was smooth skies…well, as smooth as can be with a second chance romance.
Want to know more about my 1 Night Stand story, One More Night? Then read on!

One More Night
a 1Night Stand story
by Wendi Zwaduk

Contemporary, Short Story, M/F, Anal Sex
From Decadent Publishing

Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night...
Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.
 When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.
Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Available here:

And now a short excerpt for your enjoyment:
“You bring out the bad girl in me. I forgot how much I liked it.”
If he shoved her panties to the side, she’d let him grope her there in the reception room. He resisted the urge to go too far and moved her dress to repair her modesty. “You’re good at being bad.” With the pads of his fingers, he stroked down the length of her leg and caressed her ankle. The crimson polish on her toes glittered in the fluorescent light. “You always did like bare feet.”
Her voice dropped to the husky purr he hadn’t heard in a long time. “My stilettos pinched my toes. Bare is more comfortable.”
“I’m glad you came back.” The old feelings welled in his brain, reminding him how he hadn’t stopped loving her. Ever. “You aren’t the same girl who walked out of here three years ago. Not really. I want to discover all the ways you’ve grown.”
“You’ve changed, too.” The husky tone of her voice trailed up his spine. Jenna traced the line of his lapel with her finger. “More poetic, less gruff. And you shaved.” For the first time since she’d set foot on the tarmac, she smiled. “I like the changes. They work on you.” She murmured in his ear, “I wouldn’t have stopped you if you kept going.”

And now a little bit about me:
I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.
NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  
If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Seasons Greetings from Sleepy Hollow

The heroes and heroines of Sleepy Hollow would like to wish you and yours a sparkly and glowing holiday season.  Here’s to you, readers, authors, editors, artists and creatures that go bump in the night. May the flower of love never by nipped by the frost of disappointment, and may peace, love and prosperity lift the latch on your door, guided by the star of Christmas and the candles of Hanukkah.  Bottoms up!

Lily: Sex on the Beach. (The drink she sips at the Hudson Castillo Hotel bar in LIGHTNING, while waiting for her 1Night Stand date to arrive).

Ingredients:1/2 oz. vodka1/2 oz. Peach Schnapps1/2 oz. raspberry liqueur1/2 oz. melon liqueurorange Juice (optional)pineapple Juicecranberry Juice

Garnish: Pineapple Slice

Pour vodka, peach schnapps, raspberry liqueur, and melon liqueur into a glass with ice. Fill it with equal parts of pineapple juice and cranberry juice. 

Campbell: Johnny Walker Blue (The sexy architect’s liquid courage when he walks into the Hudson Castillo bar and realizes Madame Eve has fixed him up with chosen hhis long lost love as his 1Night Stand date).

Read their story in LIGHTNING.

Sean: Boilermaker (Campbell’s brother and partner in By Jones, a premier real estate development company is the contractor/construction half of the enterprise. When he’s not out with the model of the week, or leaping to do Victoria’s bidding, he hangs with his crews.  A shot of whisky chased by a mug of beer.
Victoria: Witches’ Brew (The beautiful witch drives Sean completely batty. But she’ll save her  special recipe for Batty Jager Jello Shots for a more Halloweenie time. Or, you can find the recipe and pictures on my Pinterest page, “Drink Up, Me Hearties.”)
Bacardi Dragon berry rum, Blue Curacao, Creme de banana, fresh squeezed lime juice, served up in a martini glass rimmed with black sugar.

Read their story in THUNDER.

Dagney:  (Dag loves a really good ice wine, as Max finds out when he needs to cool things down between them or risk singeing his Valentine. But she thought you might get a kick out of her recipe for a Frost Martini.)

1 cup pineapple juice
½ cup (4 ounces) light rum or vodka, if desired
½ cup (4 ounces) blue curacao
½ cup (4 ounces) cream of coconut (not coconut milk)
10-12 ice cubes

Directions: Pre-chill a martini glass by placing in the freezer. Mix ingredients together and strain into glass. Rim glass with shredded coconut.

Max: (Max has learned to really, really enjoy ice wine. When it’s lickable. But for drinking, he’s got a bar completely stocked with everything from “heinous” peach Schnappes to Lagavulin. As Bhyrne finds out when he and Zena pay Max and Dag a visit.  Primarily, Max is a single malt man, er, demon.

Read their story in FROST.

Bhyrne: Macallan 25 single malt scotch (courtesy of cousin Max)
Zena: Dark and Stormy (Bhyrne  mixes her up one of these from Max’s well-stocked bar, when they pay a visit to Dagney and Max on their way to Demon Central).

2 ounces black or dark rum
6 ounces ginger beer
1 lime wedge
Read their story in HEAT WAVE.

HEAT WAVE Cocktail
1 oz. coconut rum or dark rum
1 oz. peach schnapps
Pineapple juice
Splash of Grenadine.
Pour rum and schnapps into glass with ice. Fill with pineapple juice and grenadine. Garnish with pineapple slice and cherries.

Spook: Black Devil Martini, shaken not stirred
Chill martini glass, run with black sugar. In cocktail shaker with crushed ice, mix 2 oz. dark rum, ½ oz. dry vermouth. Strain into glass and garnish with black olive
Genny: Santa’s Little Helper
Soak two cinnamon sticks, some whole cloves, and a handful of whole cranberries in bourbon overnight. Mix 3 parts infused bourbon and 1 part triple sec and pour into cocktail glass with ice. Fill the glass with Sprite (you can  use 7-Up or any lemon-lime soda). Garnish with drunk cranberries.
Read their story in IN FROM THE COLD.

Madame Eve:  French Champagne Martini
1 shot Chambord
1 shot pineapple juice
1 shot vodka

Combine in champagne glass

French Kiss

And for the Morning After after those Sizzling Steamy 1Night Stands:

Sparkling Holiday Mimosa:
¼ cup orange juice
1 oz amaretto
1 ½ oz. vanilla-flavored vodka
Cranberry Simple Syrup (1 12 oz. bag frozen cranberries, 1 cup sugar, 1 cup water. Combine in medium sauce pan until mixture boils. Reduce heat and simmer 10 minutes. Strain and discard solids.)
Ice cubes
¼ cup frozen cranberries
¼ champagne or sparkling wine
Orange zest twist

Combine orange juice, amaretto and vodka in cocktail shaker. Stir. Pour 1 ½ Cranberry Simple Syrup into a chilled glass filled with ice and add orange juice mixture. Add frozen cranberries. Add sparkling wine. Garnish with twist. 


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Hockey in Science Fiction Romance?

 by Jessica E. Subject

Sudden Breakaway, my fifth 1Night Stand story, combines three of my favorite things: science fiction, romance, and hockey. Now, one doesn’t usually see hockey and science fiction together, but I decided to include them in the same story just because I wanted to. LOL
The science fiction aspect comes from one of the characters. Paige Brown is a recruiter for the Space Service, which is mentioned in most of my prior 1Night Stand stories, but she wants out. She doesn’t want the secret life anymore and wants to be a part of something real. At one time, she thought she had it all, a husband who loved her and an excellent career that they both shared. But her husband couldn’t return after a trip to the Space Service space station, leaving her alone. Ever since the divorce papers arrived on her tablet, she’s regretted joining the Space Service. And that’s the only little bit of science fiction that is involved in this story.
The rest is contemporary erotic romance. The date takes place right here on Earth, at a hockey game of all places. Both Paige, and Jared Barnes are hockey fans, though they don’t cheer for the same teams. I didn’t want them charged for indecent exposure, so I set the date in a private suite during a game where they could do whatever they wanted. And, well, they do, including a little bit of bondage. Enough to steam up the glass separating them from the game.

Here’s an excerpt:
She lifted Dylan and balanced him on her hip. “From the look of things, I think I can help you.” Slipping off her shoes, she lined them on the mat beside the rest of the footwear and continued into the house. “I’m giving you the day off.” 
What? He’d dreamed about time to himself since the day after his niece and nephew had arrived, but had accepted that would never happen. Not until the preschoolers were old enough to stay on their own, anyway. 
He hopped to his feet, shut the door, and followed them into the living room. Madison had materialized out of nowhere, to join her brother, the pair of them sitting on either side of Mrs. Collins, their lopsided halos balancing atop their horns. Why couldn’t they sit as still when no one else was around? 
Slumping onto a chair, he leaned back and sighed. “How do you do it? How do you make them turn off?” 
She chuckled. “I’m a guest. Trust me when I say kids always behave better around people they don’t see every day. Back to why I’m here. My daughter says every time she sees you grocery shopping, you look ready to explode.” 
He didn’t remember seeing the commander’s teenage daughter, but any out-of-the-house excursions with the kids resulted in him trying to get back home as soon as possible. He tried to avoid running into anyone he knew. “I’m still getting used to having Madison and Dylan here. It’s been quite a change.”

The woman wrapped an arm around each child and snuggled them closer to her. “I always found I was a better mother when I had time away from my kids. I came back to them with a new focus and less stressed. But I had family around to take them here and there. Since you don’t, I’m here to give you a break.” 
As much as he needed the respite, he worried about leaving his niece and nephew with someone else. What would they do to poor Mrs. Collins? “I don’t know….” 
“I raised three kids with Ernie in the Marine Corps. Two are away at college, and my baby is a senior in high school. I’ll be fine.” 
He stared at the children, resentful of their sudden change in behavior. He needed to get away for a couple of hours. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll go get groceries and return right after.” 
She shook her head. “Not today. You’re taking the rest of the day off. You need it.” 
“No, I—” 
“Think of me as part of your team, Jared. That means you have to show some trust. I’ll be by every Saturday to give you some time to yourself. Today, though, I’ve planned something extra special for you.” 
Oh God, what had she done? 
The woman rose from the couch and handed him an envelope. “Ernie said you liked hockey, so we bought you a ticket to go see the hometown play this afternoon.” 
All right! He hadn’t been to a match in…forever. But a ticket? “I’m going by myself?” 
Her gaze shifted to the left before she returned eye contact. 
“No, your ticket will take you to a suite, and you’ll have a space in the underground parking garage. Others will meet you there.” 
His heart raced in anticipation. Would he enjoy the game with his former squad? It had been so long since he’d seen any of them. “Okay, I’ll go.” 
Mrs. Collins grinned. “Great. Go get ready. And be sure to dress nice.” 
Nice? For the guys? Yeah, right. It was hockey.

Sudden Breakaway
a 1Night Stand story
By Jessica E. Subject
Erotic Sci-Fi/Military Romance
ISBN: 978-1613333730
Dressed in her black designer suit, Paige Brown recruits men and women for the Space Service. After the end of her marriage, and several failed recruiting missions, she yearns to find a way out of her lifelong contract to live a normal life. To find love again.
Jared Barnes’s life had been flipped upside down by two little kids. When his former Commander’s wife shows up to give him a reprieve, he jumps at the chance for a break, and to visit his former squad. But it is not his buddies he meets in the private suite at a hockey game, instead a woman who has been the star of all of his recent fantasies, fulfills his wildest dreams except the one that binds his heart.
Has Madame Eve made a mistake or can two lonely hearts overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles?

Jessica Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotic. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. 
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at and on twitter @jsubject.

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Perks of Having a Fictional Little Sister

by Tara Quan

I probably should start by admitting I’m an only child. And yes, it shows. I’m as spoiled as they come, though age has tempered my brat tendencies somewhat. I’ve always wanted a sibling, but since I was a super-late surprise baby, Santa never dropped off a playmate during his various trips from the North Pole.  
   So I had a lot of motivation growing up to give my characters little sisters (sorry, gentlemen—back in the day, all boys were enemies). When it came to writing A Witch’s Night Out, creating a smartass sibling for my heroine in Flirting with Fire served several purposes. Though perpetually short on funds, Dulcina “Sweets” Gato nonetheless paid for Catalina’s 1Night Stand, which kicked off my series. She also injected some much-needed humor, and served as a pivotal side-character in the series’ second book, Frosty Relations.
   As maybe the case for many baby sisters, Sweets soon demanded her fair share of the spotlight. And thus the third installment of my paranormal romantic comedy line was born. In Fireworks at Midnight, this destitute college graduate experiences the highs and lows of financial independence, kicks some serious ass, and spends much of the book avoiding her best friend’s big brother, a warlock cop named Mikal Knight.
   With the aid of supernatural mayhem and our mysterious matchmaking service, this meddlesome witch gets a storm-filled 1Night Stand of her own. You can find out all about it in Fireworks at Midnight, now available at all major eBook retailers.
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Fireworks at Midnight 
A Witch’s Night Out book 3

Recent college graduate and part-time cat familiar Dulcina “Sweets” Gato is having the worst New Year’s Eve in living memory. End of year expenses trigger serious cash flow problems, and her microwave just went up in smoke. To make matters worse, her best friend’s overprotective big brother is back in town, and his return threatens to put a huge crimper on her nocturnal activities. The only thing she can look forward to is Madame Eve’s 1-Night Stand service. After all, she’s sick and tired of being a 21-year-old virgin.
   Enforcement Agent Mikal Knight is a warlock on a mission. Having finally scored a transfer to Washington, D.C., he’s now at liberty to pursue the object of his desires—his baby sister’s best friend. But first, he has a vigilante to track down and a mysterious matchmaking service to investigate. Sent on an undercover operation, he resigns himself to a pointless 1-Night Stand on New Year’s Eve. As luck would have it, his mystery date’s identity might let him kill several birds with one stone.  
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural

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About Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at:

   “Need a boost, Dulcina?”
His continued use of that god-awful name baffled her. Even her parents and sister had switched to calling her Sweets, but this guy couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the preference. Of course, the three syllables somehow gained a hint of sexiness when he said it in that Southern drawl. The word rolled off his tongue with a lilting musicality that appealed to some traitorous part of her psyche, the unwelcome effect getting on her nerves in a big way.
   On top of that, the weird physical reaction she had to his mere presence irritated her. Ever since she’d hit puberty, being within five feet of the boy she’d known all her life—one who’d since grown into a gorgeous twenty-five-year-old man—did weird shit to random body parts. Her cheeks burned, her breath quickened, her palms got sweaty, and her heart rate turned erratic. The smug grin he wore, along with the patronizing tone he’d used, earned her best friend’s half sibling a temporary place on Sweets’ list of least-favorite uninvited guests. 
   “You’re blocking my view.”
   He offered his hand. “Of what?”
   “Water damage.” Before she could accept his assistance, the empty space between them distorted. Transparent, flickering waves created a blur, as if two realities had shifted out of sync. Frozen in place by the premonition’s onslaught, she watched a version of herself meet his palm with her own. Their fingers twined, and he hoisted her up too fast. When she crashed into his chest, his arms lowered to circle her waist.
   He drew her closer. She tilted her head back and parted her lips. A storm brewed in the depths of his almost-black eyes, coloring them with swirls of white and gray. A light furrow formed between his brows, certainty and possession lending his face a dangerous edge.
   Alarm bells ringing in her ears, she blinked away the vision and clenched her hands into fists. Keeping them at her sides, she did a full sit-up. Talk about a close call. “Thanks for taking care of the smoke. It even smells nice in here now.”
   Lines bracketed the sides of his mouth. He scrutinized her through narrowed eyes, as if he somehow suspected she’d altered their course. “No problem.” 

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Lover Enslaved #Holiday Epilogue - As Many as we Can

By Eva Lefoy (@eva_lefoy)

When we last left Arjun and Thomas they had arrived in America and were planning to marry. But in my mind, that was never where the story ended. I always pictured the two men joining forces to do good, and they do, in their own unique way. Together they set up a foundation that rescues male prostitutes from Arjun’s former home, Mumbai, India. Their work involves bringing the men to the United States and helping them to start new lives. Is there a more perfect job for both of them?
Join them now on Christmas Eve, when the first batch of evacuees has arrived…


“Are you ready, Arjun?”
For the hundredth time that week Arjun looked into Thomas’ eyes and witnessed the depth of his lover’s concern. What they had so far accomplished together had been difficult – rescuing twenty male prostitutes from the streets of Mumbai – but he knew it was only the tip of the iceberg. There had to be 8,000 of them crammed into the crowded city and there was no way for the two of them to save them all. But the men waiting downstairs in their living room were a start. He stepped into Thomas’ embrace and took strength from the offered warmth.
“I’m ready if you are.”
Thomas pushed him to arm’s length. “Are you sure you can do this? Talking to these guys and hearing their stories might bring back memories you’d rather forget.”
He waived an arm. “Tsk. These are my people, Thomas. I know them well. They’ve been through everything I’ve been through.  I just wish I could give them more, you know?”
“You’re giving them hope and a chance at a new life, that’s more generous.”
He stifled a snort. Without Thomas’ money none of this would be possible. “I couldn’t do any of it without you.”
Thomas brushed a kiss to his lips and then ran his hand through Arjun’s hair, parting the dark curls for just a second before they fell back into a tumbled disarray.  “You know I’d give you anything. I just want you to be happy.”
“I am. I just wish everyone could be happy.” Thinking of the men they’d left behind, he sighed and sank once more into his husband’s arms. He knew there would be other trips, and that Thomas would work tirelessly with him until they’d rescued as many of his old acquaintances in the sex trade as possible. Faith in the future was still a new concept for him though. Before meeting Thomas, his outlook had been bleak as a thundercloud. Over a year later, he still struggled to change his mindset, but today’s events were a strep in the right direction. He nodded into Thomas’ chest. “We’ll save them together. We will.”
“As many as we can,” Thomas agreed.
This had become their new motto, their life’s work. Arjun had conceived of Shiva’s Signpost his first year in America. It had taken him and Thomas twelve months, numerous international calls and dozens of transatlantic flights to locate and convince the men downstairs that they could experience the same freedom he’d found.  Now it was time to prove to them a better life awaited. What better night to do so then Christmas Eve?
As Thomas took his hand and guided them down the stairs, he held fast to the best present he’d ever had. A lover who’d rescued a mere street hustler and shooed the rain in his life away.

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And now you know the real ending to the story!
Or is it the end….?

Happy reading!


Arjun Mukesh and Thomas Barkley are two characters from my novella, Lover Enslaved: 24 Hours in Mumbai. The book is in Decadent Publishing’s fabulous 1 Night Stand series. The two are brought together by Madame Eve, the super-secret love match maker.
Arjun is a prostitute and doesn’t see a way out of his current life in Mumbai, India. Thomas is an American businessman who travels the world for work. So it’s safe to say he’s seen plenty of nooks and crannies and Mumbai is just another stop for him.
Before the night is over, Thomas is ready to drag Arjun away from India and back home with him! But first he has to convince Arjun he can have another life!

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Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Christmas With Class

 Happy holidays! I’d like to wish you all the happiest and safest of days, and thanks to those who have bought A Class Act  and A Different Class (unlike other Decadent authors talking to you this week, I do not have a holiday work with the publisher. Never say never, though. It was suggested maybe I offer up a piece on how the man in my Class series might celebrate the season.
A Different Class, while part of the 1Night Stand imprint, focuses a bit on Rod’s line of work, brewing. Sigmund Brewing is small but gaining traction, and as I write more you may find the company figuring more into stories. Today, I envisioned a raucous holiday party to celebrate a successful year.
Imagine, if you will, a large meeting room draped in sparkling red and green garlands. A Charlie Brown tree sits in one corner, the long meeting table laden with supermarket cold cuts and chicken wings. Somebody’s tapped a keg of seasonal beer, and everybody has a red Solo cup in hand. There’s an iPhone plugged into a speaker and everybody’s singing along to Bruce Springsteen’s Santa Claus anthem.
Rod Maloney, the company’s owner, is seen in high spirits—it’s been a while since his employees have found him so happy, but he has reason this year. He’s brought a date, and people at the brewery are familiar with Glenn, a man Rod went to high school with but didn’t really get to know until recently. People are sketchy about how they met (something to do with a nearby resort and a blind date?) but it doesn’t matter. They’re close together and under the mistletoe, sneaking kisses while the music changes to something more traditional.
People slip in an out of the meeting room. Are they hooking up elsewhere, in abandoned offices or the narrow cubbyhole that houses the copier? Hard to say, but nobody seems to notice when Rod tugs Glenn out the door and leads him to his office.
Door locks, papers pushed aside. The Santa hat falls from Glenn’s head with a weak tinkling noise and he’s on his back on the desk, adjusting for his boyfriend’s weight on him. With fevered longing they kiss and grope each other, fueled by seasonal micro-brew and the spirit of giving. Two people who wallowed in loneliness earlier this year have no fear anymore. They have each other, and the promise of a bright future.
Merry Christmas, and to all a good night.

A Different Class

A Class Act

I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k. The book list link above breaks everything down for you – genre, length, and other attributes. My books are available at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, and ARe. Really, just type my name in any bookstore site and something is bound to show up.