Sunday, March 20, 2011

Of Death and Desire - Coming March 23rd


Of Death and Desire
Jude Mason
Genre: m/m romance, historical, paranormal
Publisher: BWLPP Spice
URL: http://bwlpp.com/spice.php

Coming March 23.2011
 

Prologue

October 15, 1898

Dear diary, that's how you're supposed to begin these things, or so I assume.  I never in a million years thought I'd write in one, let alone under these circumstances.  This was Jonathan's doing.  When he asked me to make this entry, it was something I had to do, for him.  He's given up so much.

The beginning.  Yes, that's where I should begin and then let his accounting tell the tale. 

Excerpt:

"Sign here and the place is yours, Jonathan." The elderly Cecil Deveraux, father of the man who'd allowed them to use the house, stood beside him, a gnarled index finger at the line at the bottom of the document where he should sign.

"Thank you, Cecil," he humored the man and leaned forward, affixing his signature and date to the deed. When he put the pen down and straightened up, it felt as if he'd stepped over some threshold into a new life.

Signed and witnessed by the only other occupant in the room, Cecil's bank manager, the house transfer was done. It belonged to Jonathan.

Holding his hand out, Cecil gave a surprisingly strong handshake and said, "I hope you're happy there, Jonathan. I know your friend died there, but life does go on." His voice held a note of distant sadness, as if he, too, understood the loneliness of loss.

"Thank you, Cecil. I'm sure I will be. I just need time, and this house seems the perfect place to let it pass." The paperwork done, the money wired and accepted; Jonathan took his leave. The carriage ride home gave him time to ponder. He knew he had to find a way to get on with his life; somehow he had to get over Philip's death. Writing, perhaps, but not soon. The thought of trying to create something beautiful was beyond him.

He spent the rest of that evening wandering the house, sipping wine and inspecting his new property. Each room held memories of Philip. He'd held him in his arms there in the dining room. They'd made gentle love in each of the bedrooms. They'd gotten crazy drunk one night and blundered through the house naked, fumbling and caressing each other whenever and wherever one would catch the other.

His glass soon emptied and he poured another as his thoughts went from one encounter to another, each more bittersweet than the last. Sprawling in an easy chair in the front room, he let his thoughts follow and embellish on a particularly hot memory of a lovemaking session.

They'd been out drinking with friends and had arrived home very late, and very horny. Stepping through the front door, they'd pulled each others clothes off, fumbling and laughing with each new expanse of naked flesh revealed. Philip had felt well that night and he'd forced Jonathan to his knees even before they'd climbed the stairs.



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Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Jude's March Newsletter is available now

 
Author Jude Mason's March 2011 Edition
 
  What Jude's Been up to:

 Hi everyone! Another month has flown by and it's still as cold here as it was in mid-January. Sheesh! I'm usually okay with winter weather, but this year it just feels so much chillier than normal. I hope you're having a warmer time of things.

It's been another eventful time for me. Phaze, the publishing company I was with for years and I have parted company, on good terms. It was a difficult decision, but one I really didn't feel I had a great deal of choice in. All the books I did have there will be re-published at other sites. Keep your eyes on both
BWLPP Spice and eXtasy Publishing I've already sent off two books, Amber's Toy and Fertile Domain to eXtasy and have contracts signed sealed and in my grubby little hands. BWLPP Spice will be publishing the complete Dealing With Trilogy, the first already available.

Jazz is coming along now. I'm well over a third of the way done, and hope the writing continues to fly. I'd love to have this finished so I can go to work on the last of the Dealing books. Then, I'd really love to write something new and fun for eXtasy.

Family life goes on. I'm back on meds and I hate it. I've done a rant, sobbed and whimpered for a week. But, now it's time to just deal with it and move on. I have to lose more weight. Seems I'm either going to be thin or blind. Great choice, but it's definitely an insensitive. So far, I've managed to shed 2 or 3 lbs, and man is it frustrating. I want all those foods I'm not supposed to have. Sigh!

My animals: Our weather has been horrible for the last few weeks, so the deer and raccoons have been coming very steadily. Old limpy is still hanging in and seems to be doing a little better. He can now, finally, put a little weight on the leg that was broken. There's still a really big lump where it broke, but not as big as it was. I'm very hopeful he'll make it. I figure if he can last another month, the weather will warm up enough so we'll have buds and new growth for him to eat. The raccoons are being as silly as only raccoons can be. I have one pair, they're either boyfriend/girlfriend or gay. They sit on the step and wash each other. It's very cute. 

There's more to the newsletter: Coming soon, new releases, reviews, interviews, where you can find me and a contest. Oh, and let's not forget, there's always a hot read to tease you. 


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Saturday, March 12, 2011

BWLPP Sale!!

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Keta Diablo
Crossroads
Crossroads Revisited
Crossroads Showdown
Crossroads Shadowland

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Body Electric

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The Deal

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Reckless
Heads or Tails
Chasing Marty

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

BWLPP are having a contest!


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Monday, March 07, 2011

Doc: Available now!!!


Doc - Book #1 in the Daybreak 2525 series
by Jude Mason
ISBN: 978-0-85715-490-3
Genre: Futuristic - post apocalypse/ Sci-Fi/ MM/ MF

The son of a healer and a warrior, Doc is forced to take on both roles when his village is destroyed and his lover...gone.

Returning from a visit to one of the outland farms, Doc finds his village destroyed, his family either gone or dead and his lover vanished without a trace. The few survivors hidden among the ruins tell a tale of ruthless, sadistic marauders taking what they want and burning the rest. Doc finds too many dead and his heart breaks for those he finds alive. Mothers whose children are gone, husbands who have lost everything and everyone.

Pulling as many people as he can together and tending their wounds, Doc vows to find the rest of his people. His father is among the dead, but his mother, his sister and lover are not.

The hunt is on.

Excerpt:

He dropped the satchel filled with his doctoring tools and herbs to the grass and unslung his bow. It was a small affair, made of some mysterious alloy manufactured before the big war.  He’d discovered it in what remained of the old city to the north and found it easier to aim than the long bows he’d been using. With a great deal of practice, the small weapon had proven extremely accurate, and he rarely travelled anywhere without it. An arrow in hand, he automatically notched it but didn’t draw it back. When he leant down to pick up his satchel, he saw movement below and again froze.

Doc squinted, hoping to see Jazz crouched amid the piles of rubble. His mother and father would be there, and his sister Robin—unless they were dead. Just thinking about it made him cringe. The warriors, where were they?

He noticed several of the bodies ahead were very small. His stomach churned. More movements below caught his attention. The familiar figure of a white-haired elder shambled out from under one of the heaps of debris. Each tribe in the region seemed to have at least one person who kept the histories of what had taken place over the last few centuries, passing on stories from one to the next. Seth was one of these ‘Rememberers’, keeping the records of their tribe. Being the oldest person, he’d lived through much of what needed recalling.

The wind turned, and Doc got his first whiff of the fire and of the burned flesh. His belly rumbled. He swallowed bile and gagged.

Straightening up, he squared his shoulders and looked carefully around. The woods surrounding the village remained undamaged and quiet. There were a thousand places to hide. He watched for several heartbreaking moments, knowing he had to be sure those who’d attacked were gone before he ventured in.

When he was confident no one remained in hiding, he returned to the path leading down the hillside. His pace quickened until he was jogging. He scanned the brush on either side as he hurried on his way. Visions of the atrocities he’d seen, mingled with flashes of his family, and Jazz, his darling, sexy Jazz, leapt into his mind.

Jazz, the man he’d grown up with and had fallen head over heels in love with, a handful of years ago, kept returning to his thoughts. If these were simply marauders, Jazz would have fought and probably died trying to protect the tribe. But if the attackers were after slaves or trade goods, the outcome might have been much different.

He thrust both of those thoughts aside. He couldn’t bear to think of Jazz dead. Captive or slave might be worse in some ways. Doc’s heart lurched. At least you’d be alive, my love.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Deal, available now!

The Deal 
The Dealing Trilogy, Book 1. 
by Jude Mason
Genre: Vampires,contemporary,m/f, series 


Chapter One

Spider-like, Sabrina crouched at the corner of the rooftop. She tightened her grip on the rough edge and leaned out, peering down at the scene on the street below. The rain, which had been a light drizzle, suddenly turned into a deluge. Her long dark hair whipped around her head, each snake-like tendril slapped her face with stinging force and wrapped tenaciously around her neck as if it planned to strangle her if given half a chance. The slinky black body stocking she had on did nothing to keep her warm, but warmth wasn't a thing she concerned herself with. Even her boots weren't necessary. She simply loved the smell of leather and the way the heels click-clacked on pavement. 

Gruff male voices filtered up to her, drawing her attention downward into the street, but she couldn't make out their words. Three men stood in a rough triangle peering down at the crumpled body of a fourth lying on the wet tarmac—but that wasn't important either. Sabrina's attention was fixed on one of the live ones, one of the three standing. He was more important, and much more interesting than any corpse.

He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome—definitely her type—and he'd been the first cop present shortly after each of her last four kills. He didn't feel like the others, and he wasn't looking at the bullet-riddled body as much as examining the wounds on the victim's neck. 

Suddenly, tall, dark and handsome squatted beside the corpse and turned the head from side to side, as if he could figure it all out by understanding those wounds. Sabrina's apprehension grew. It had been a very long time since anyone had really believed in her kind, but not long enough as far as she was concerned. 

A gust of wind brought a few words of the conversation up to her, "…see what the body can tell us." 

"Another freakish murder," the fat police detective standing across from her eye candy huffed and drew on his foul smelling cigar. "Nothing taken, still got money in his wallet, rings on his fingers. And did you get a look at that watch? It's gotta be worth a year's pay. And that suit—"

"Never mind," interrupted tall and good-looking. "Just get forensics out here." He straightened up and scowled. He pulled the latex gloves off and crammed them into the pocket of his oversized coat. Hunching his shoulders against the bitterly cold wind and rain, he stomped his feet, as if to get the circulation going. "I know what they're going to find, I just wish I could figure out what the hell was killing these guys off."

"Don't get your shorts in a twist," said the young beat cop who'd initially found the body. "You do know who this is, right?"

"Yeah, don't be an asshole, kid. We all know who this is," the fat detective grumbled. He flicked his cigar into the darkness and continued, "Big John Weir, procurer of young talent for the biggest prostitution ring in the lower east side and enforcer when he can get the work. And, what I'll never understand, he's never done time. He'll be missed, but not by the girls getting off the bus from Nowhere, Kansas."

The rest of the conversation was lost to Sabrina as the wail of a siren grew louder. More cops, or an ambulance to pick up the dead. She wasn't interested in hanging around to find out which. She turned and climbed nimbly up to the peak of the roof, then rose to her feet and after a long lingering look at tall and gorgeous, leaped into the night sky.

The change happened instantly, her body twisted, condensed and with a single gut-wrenching, bone-jarring shock of agony, she took on the shape of the large nocturnal bat she'd become so used to, and spread her wings. The hunt had been good, but the night was coming to its inevitable close. She sought her den.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Jude's February Newsletter is available now

The Wanton Quill
Newsletter #69 - February 2011 Edition

I hope you've had a spectacular month. Mine has been busy, which is good, and productive, which is very good. Grab a cup of your favorite beverage and I'll tell you all about it.

What you'll find in this issue:  
What Jude's been up to:
I've gone crazy and revamping my website. OMG! I'd love your input. New ventures, new publishing stuff. Ya gotta read this one!

Where to find Jude:
Website, Twitter, yahoo and more…oh so very much more 

Coming soon:
Sex in San Francisco, edited by the renowned M. Christian
Doc: Book 1 in the Daybreak 2525 Series

New Releases:
Jett's Gift, A six hundred year old vampire finds love, but will it, can it, last when AIDS pokes its ugly head up?
The Deal: Book 1 in The Dealing Trilogy

Free Read:
A sexy sneak peak of Tits for Tat, a warped little number that'll have you guessing, about many things!

Reviews:
A very nice review from Rho at The Romance Reviews for Quinn's Blessing

Contest information:
Congratulations to Lexee! Find out what she's won and why. And, find out what my contest for this month is.

Website updates:
You betcha. New stuff and here's the url: 

To read a slightly condensed version online, go here:
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Take care and have an amazing day! 

Hugs
Jude   

Friday, February 11, 2011

The Deal, available Feb.14th!

The Deal   
Book1 in the Dealing Trilogy
By Jude Mason
Genre: contemporary, vampire, m/f
Available Feb.14th from Books We Love Spice

Blurb:

Crime in the city usually had the cops chasing bad guys for doing harm to decent citizens. But, what happens when suddenly, the crooks become the victims? Homicide detective Matt Gordon sees what the other cops miss, and is soon on the trail of the luscious vampire, Sabrina, for questioning. 
Matt finds her, but first he's got to rescue her from the clutches of a pair of a dead crime lords’ body guards. When Sabrina catches him coming out of the shower, things heat up rapidly. The unlikely couple winds up working together, fighting side by side, to clean up the criminal population. 
All goes well, for a while. When things start to go wrong, it's Sabrina’s turn to come to Matt's rescue. Can she get to him in time?

Friday, February 04, 2011

I'm a dragon

Some of this is very true, other bits, not so much. But, overall, I like it alot. So, what are you?

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Anniversary sale at Untreed Reads...All this month!

 
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