Friday, August 7, 2015

Friday's Film Adaption: The Ghost and Mrs. Muir by RA Dick

Burdened by debt after her husband's death, Lucy Muir insists on moving into the very cheap Gull Cottage in the quaint seaside village of Whitecliff, despite multiple warnings that the house is haunted. Upon discovering the rumors to be true, the young widow ends up forming a special companionship with the ghost of handsome former sea captain Daniel Gregg. Through the struggles of supporting her children, seeking out romance from the wrong places, and working to publish the captain's story as a book, Blood and Swash, Lucy finds in her secret relationship with Captain Gregg a comfort and blossoming love she never could have predicted.

Originally published in 1945, made into a movie in 1947, and later adapted into a television sitcom in 1968, this romantic tale explores how love can develop without boundaries, both in this life and beyond.

Release dates: June 26, 1947
Running time: 104 min.
Gene Tierney as Lucy Muir
Rex Harrison as Captain Daniel Gregg
George Sanders as Miles Fairley
Edna Best as Martha Huggins
Vanessa Brown as Anna Muir (as an adult)
Anna Lee as Mrs. Fairley
Natalie Wood as Anna Muir (as a child)
Robert Coote as Mr. Coombe
Isobel Elsom as Angelica Muir, Lucy's Mother-in-Law
Victoria Horne as Eva Muir, Lucy's Sister-in-Law
Helen Freeman as Author Displaced by Lucy
Stuart Holmes as Man ordered out of train compartment by Captain
Whitford Kane as Mr. Sproule

American Film Institute Lists
AFI's 100 Years...100 Passions – #73
AFI's 100 Years of Film Scores – Nominated
AFI's 10 Top 10 – Nominated Fantasy Film

1947 Academy Award nomination for Cinematography

Author Bio:
R.A. Dick was the pseudonym of Josephine Aimee Campbell Leslie, An Irish writer who wrote the 1945 novel The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. The book was made into a movie in 1947 starring Gene Tierney, Rex Harrison, George Sanders and Natalie Wood. It was also a television series in the 1960's. She also wrote The Devil and Mrs Devine.



Defiler by Cari Silverwood

Title: Defiler
Author: Cari Silverwood
Series: Preyfinders #3
Genre: Adult Romance, Science Fiction
Release Date: July 28, 2015
Our Earth is on the edge of destruction, our cities are pocked with missile craters, and beneath the surface the alien factory queen lurks.

Four women of power may be our saviors. The last is Talia. Gifted by earth magic with a mastery of edged weapons, she’s a katana-wielding, geek chick with a loathing of alpha men. Although mating enhances magic, she knows bonding with aliens must surely be wrong. Besides, her destined bond mate, Brask, is an Igrakk warrior of the caveman persuasion. One dominant male is bad enough. Dassenze, the alien man-god in the flesh, also desires her.

As they near their target, Talia’s man problems become the lesser of many evils, for the factory queen awaits them with her nerve chewers and her drills. The price for being avenging, kickass heroines could be a messy death.

***Warning: Dominance and submission themes, dubious consent, hot aliens, and violence. Mild horror too if you’re squeamish.***

Chapter 1
     Ally was helping dry the dishes when she felt him coming, walking through the cane field, the stalks rasping as they brushed his armor. It was a novel experience, having an alien warrior coming for her.
     When she looked through the kitchen window, the sun was burnishing his shoulder armor a bright lollipop red. Not a good camouflage color. Maybe in space it worked but in the middle of green cane?      Not so great. She hurried to the door and opened it. The outer fly-screen door squeaked on its spring, as she toed that open too and held it there with her shoulder. No one with him, though the click of Mrs. Stewart arming her pump action shotgun said she wasn’t so sure.
     “He’s okay, Mrs. Stewart, he’s a good guy.”
     “You sure, love?” Then she stepped out from behind Ally and onto the porch. At times like this, when she wore apron and dress, the contrast between her prim and proper appearance and her no-nonsense armament both awed and amused.
     Ally swung her gaze back to their visitor.
     The man had his helmet off. Man, he was a sight.      Like some prince from a fairytale story or one of the badass soldiers from an online MMORPG game.      How many nights had she dreamed of a fair-haired warrior arriving on her doorstep to whisk her away? Many...too many lonely nights trapped in her house. She’d been Snow White in her glass coffin, Rapunzel in the tower, Cinderella cleaning the house while the ball raged on at the castle, only without the abundant hair or the dwarves or the kissing prince.
     As a late afterthought, she tugged down the cloth of her white Minions Rock T-shirt, where it had caught up on her boobs, then the hem of her shorts. Twenty-three and her boobs still did stuff she didn’t expect. Sucked.
     But back to the kissing prince. He was leaving dents in the dirt from his weight. She could totally see this alien guy ripping off the lid of a glass coffin.
     What a pity the Bak-lal were here as well and aiming to take over the Earth and enslave and bioengineer everyone. What a pity she had some motherfucker nerve chewer in her head trying to make her a Bak-lal soldier or something else she hadn’t figured out yet. Kind of took the shine off the good days.
     “Hellooo!” She waved and grinned then gestured sideways. “This is Mrs. Stewart. She won’t hurt you.”
     The grumble from Mrs. Stewart gave the lie to that. The woman was remarkably protective considering they’d only known each other three weeks...ever since she’d teleported in that day – with her foot missing a toe and her screaming from the head pain. Mrs. Stewart had barely blinked.
     At her words, the man had kinked an eyebrow, then he stopped before them, his own weapon still holstered across his back. His heavy boots stirred up dust. Only a little machinery whine from his back begged one to question how fast he could draw that weapon and shoot. Pretty fast, she bet.
     His gaze had stayed on her the whole walk in, except for a microsecond when he assessed Mrs. Stewart. As if she, Ally, was all he wanted to look at. This alien man was an Igrakk warrior. He had the same facial markings, resembling parallel claw marks, as some of those who’d visited her and Willow’s house just before the Bak-lal burned it down.

Hard Men, Big Guns, & Strange Alien Crap
     I’ve checked the amazon bestselling Erotic Scifi list and it’s chock full of babygirls getting medical examinations, their butts spanked, and their temperature taken in the year 2034 as well as slaves being chained to walls and ravished. The lust then melts those walls, some panties, and possibly the manacles the slave is wearing.
     Defiler is not quite that. It’s not an uncomplicated erotic read about a slave in love with their captor. It’s also not hard scifi.
     Defiler is Mad Max + some kickass-chick, Resident Evil vibes + Serenity (a gritty scifi movie)
+ of course, hard men with big guns (found in almost any Hollywood action movie you care to name)
...who make the heroine orgasm a lot (not found in too many Hollywood movies, alas.)
     I’m not saying the alpha alien men and their dominant ways won’t melt/ wet some panties and make you scream out, beam me up Scottie and ravish me with your rock-hard, pulsating laser sword...because they will, but there is MORE to this book than sex.
     Defiler, and this Preyfinders series, were written for readers into fantasy and or scifi that stretches your imagination and occasionally makes you scream NOOOOOooooo in agony, as well as the beam me up ecstasy thing. I would like to hope some people chew their fingernails while reading the last third of the story. If I get that to happen, I get a free session from my local manicurist. I hope a few need new batteries for their vibes too since I’ve bought shares in Eveready.
     I won’t tell lies. There are creepy scenes in Defiler. I have an alien factory queen who delights in torturing her caught humans, though it’s all rather background most of the time. Sensitive souls might be squicked out. There’s some kinky dubious consent too, as in the whole no, no, no, Yes, yes, YES thing.
     Out of all the Preyfinders series, this book is also the one where my female warrior, Talia, really gets use her sword, but we have balance. There may be gore and battles, and a few nuclear missiles get exploded in places that hurt, but all the while Talia is dying to get ravished by her Igrakk warrior, Brask, and the man-god, Dassenze. The pages sizzle here and there...and there and, ohhhh, yes, there!      Harder! Harder! Touch me, baby!
     A little overboard, but I think you get the point.
     If that sort of wild ride revs your engines, Defiler is for you.

Author Bio:
Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she's spent staring into the night. She has an ornery nature as well as a lethal curiosity that makes her want to upend plots and see what falls out when you shake them.

When others are writing bad men doing bad things you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.

Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement...though she really doesn't. Promise. If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.

Own me Until Forever, Book 5 in the Pierced Hearts series, will be out late 2014

My website, if you're curious about my other evil pursuits:

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He's So Fine by Marie Mason

Title: He's So Fine
Author: Marie Mason
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2015
Theirs was not a forbidden love…but was it a love never meant to be?

Cage knew he was bad. Bad to the bone. A cheesy description, but one that fit the underground fighter perfectly. He loved to fight, he loved to f***. Despite his reputation, he tried to stay away from trouble. He usually succeeded. Until the day trouble found him in the form of a curvy stepsister.

Abby Snow was a good girl. Straight A student, attending college on a scholarship and…a virgin. When her stepbrother is invited to the Hamptons for a true family vacation, Abby knew she was in for a summer of heartache. He was big and strong with a cocky attitude…he was so fine.

Author Bio:
I love anything romance related - with a little heat thrown in. I love to read romance, write romance and my favorite character - you got it - the alpha male. A rare breed that's making a come back in the wild.

I try to provide a story that makes you root for the heroine and even hiss at the hero every now and then until he gets his act together. My books contain some heavy heat, cause let's face it a woman wants a man who can't control his sexual urges to mate-with her, and only her.

I appreciate any comment or suggestion. Please email me at about anything, any time.


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Rye Must Dye by Dakota Madison & Savannah Young

Title: Rye Must Die
Author: Dakota Madison & Savannah Young
Series: Izzy & Max Paranormal Romantic Comedy Series #1
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 16, 2015
There’s a fine line between sexy alpha and creepy stalker…and Rye has crossed it.

Izzy Grant is supposed to be dead, suicide by hanging. When she regains consciousness she’s still alive and still the crazy girl everyone in Old Town loves to hate.

But one thing had changed. He saved her life, a shadowy figure wearing all black and riding a motorcycle.
Now he’s following Izzy. She doesn’t know why, but she’s eager to find out.

When charming ghost hunter, Max Elliot, barges into Izzy’s life she isn’t looking for love…except in the biker romance novels she’s obsessed with. But when Rye’s behavior takes on new and violent dimensions, Izzy and Max struggle to find a way to stop him before his violence against Izzy escalates.

Maybe the only solution is for Rye to die.

***RYE MUST DIE is a paranormal romantic comedy novella by USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison and AMAZON BESTSELLING AUTHOR Savannah Young. It can be read as a STANDALONE or as part of the ongoing series.***

     I gasp for breath. Then I cough. The brisk air stings my lungs.
     I’m on the cold, hard ground, not hanging from the tree like I’m supposed to be, and I’m definitely not dead.
     When I open my eyes I’m glad it’s dusk. I don’t think I could take the glare of the sun right now. Dusk was always my favorite time of day, when nature’s light is fading away.
     My neck feels raw, but there’s no rope on it. I search around me, but the rope seems to have vanished.
     I spot a guy dressed in all black. He’s sitting on a black H-D Iron 883, very similar to the motorcycle I ride.
     A shiver runs through me when I realize the guy is watching me.
     He must have been the one who did it. He cut me down from the tree. I have a vague memory of a struggle. Of strong arms grabbing me and holding me tight. I fought against him, but I was hopelessly  outmatched.
     I wanted to die but I realized he wasn’t going to let me.
     Then I blacked out, and woke up on the ground.
     I wonder how long he’s going to sit there. It’s almost like he’s guarding me. Then he opens a black satchel on his bike and removes a rope—my rope—and holds it up for me to see.
     I feel like he’s taunting me with it. Why does this asshole care if I live or die?
     When I give him the finger he doesn’t respond. He just puts on his dark helmet and speeds away, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake.
     I think about some of the other ways I could kill myself, but those methods leave a margin of error that I’m not comfortable with. I don’t want to jump in front of a moving truck only to be paralyzed for life and still not dead.
     Besides, I’m suddenly hungry and craving a burger and fries in the worst way. I guess today is not the day for me to die.
     Six Weeks Later
     Another exciting day at the Old Town Antique Shop. I’ve had only two customers and only one who actually bought something. It’s a good thing the building is completely paid for, I live right upstairs, and my grandmother was extremely generous to me in her will. I certainly couldn’t afford to run a real business on the pittance the store makes on a weekly basis.
     I would have been out of Old Town by now if my grandmother didn’t croak. And she didn’t stipulate in her will that I had to keep the antique shop running in order to get the money she entrusted to me. I’m the last living member of the Grant family and I now have the honor of running the business that’s been in our family for generations.
     I glance down at the stash of romance novels I keep hidden under the counter. I know they’re cheesy, but right now they’re the only things that are keeping me from slashing my wrists when I’m in the bathtub. They give me the slightest bit of hope that maybe someday; someone will love the town pariah. Even the meanest girls in romance novels always get the guy.
     I’m deep in a very hot sex scene when I’m startled by the little bell that chimes when the front door opens.
     I’m even more surprised by the guy who walks into my shop. Or more like strolls in. He’s wearing a wild flowered Hawaiian shirt over a red Green Day T-shirt, faded cargo pants and red converse high tops. He runs his hands through his mop of sun-bleached blond hair, but it doesn’t help. Old Town is always windy, but his hair isn’t just windblown. It’s a little too long and looks shaggy.
     He’s definitely not from Old Town.
     After giving me a quick once over he grins. His grin is too wide and his teeth are too perfect and too white. I already hate him.
     “You know we’re nowhere near the shore?” I try not to sound as disgusted as this guy is making me.
     He laughs. He seems like the kind of guy who laughs easily. I hate him even more.
     “I’m not here to surf.”
     I give him a once over. “You could have fooled me.”
     He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a shiny business card. He wiggles it in my face so the light overhead reflects off of it.
     I rip the card out of his hand just to make the glare stop. “What’s wrong with you?”
     He laughs again, which makes me even more perturbed. Not that it’s difficult to do. Most people are able to get on my bad side pretty quickly.
     “Do you want a list?” He raises an eyebrow at me.
     I shake my head and examine his card:
     Old Town Ghost Tours. Max Elliot, Paranormal Investigator.
     Great. Not only is he starting to be the most annoying person on the planet, he’s also one of those ghost hunting freaks.
     I try to hand the card back to him, but he puts his hands up and shakes them at me. “The card is yours to keep.”
     If I had a trash can close I’d make a point of throwing the thing inside of it, but the trash can is on the other side of this weirdo and I don’t feel like walking past him to get to it.
     “You didn’t answer my question.” I glare at him.
     “What’s wrong with me?” He looks down at his watch, which I now notice has Mickey Mouse on it. “How much time do you have?”
     I give an exasperated sigh. “What can I help you with?”
     He grins again. Boy does this guy like to smile a lot. He must think it’s charming, and maybe some girls are into that, but I’m definitely not one of them. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve smiled so far this year.
     And I don’t go for blonds and definitely not beach boy blonds with big smiles. I prefer the dark and dangerous type, all in black leather, preferably riding a motorcycle.
     “I’d love for you to go out with me, but we can negotiate that later. I’m here to see Alberta Grant. Something tells me that you’re not Alberta.”
     “I’m Izzy Grant,” I reply, but I’m not sure why. I don’t really want anything to do with this guy.
     “What’s Izzy short for?”
     I frown. “Izzy.”
     No one calls me by my given name, and definitely not this guy. I only give it out on a need-to-know basis.
     “Okay, Izzy. How can I find Alberta?”
     I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re obviously not from around here.”
     “Why would you say that?”
     “Well, you’re not wearing jeans and cowboy boots for starters.” And you have no idea my grandmother is dead. Everyone in town knows that.
     He points to his business card lying on the counter. “Just moved here. I’m trying to start a business.”
     “In Old Town?”
     He nods. “I’m going to capitalize on the popularity of the Tawnee Mountain Resort. The guests need some nighttime entertainment and ghost hunting is really popular right now.”
     I don’t feel like stating the obvious. That there’s no such thing as ghosts.
     I decide to play with the guy because he’s annoying and it’s not like I have anything better to do.
     “Alberta isn’t here right now, but I can take you to her.”
     He grins again. Oh how I wish I could just slap that big grin right off of his perfect, beach boy face. Then he looks around the place. “Are you sure you aren’t too busy?”
     I narrow my gaze at him. “I’ll make time for you.”
     “See, you already like me.”
     If he only knew.
     I lock up the store and hang up my OUT TO LUNCH sign. Max follows me to the small parking lot on the side of the store.
     I stop in front of my old Harley H-D Iron 883. “Do you want a ride? I’ve got an extra helmet.”
     He laughs. “There is no way I’m riding on the back of a chick’s motorcycle.”
     I point a finger in his face. “I’m not a chick. And if you ever call me that again, I’ll rip your dick off.”
     He puts his hands up. “Okay, chill. It’s just an expression. Can we take my car instead?”
     I glance at the bright red Mini Cooper parked at the other end of the parking lot. “That’s not a real vehicle. That’s a clown car.”
     “This isn’t just any Mini Cooper. It’s a special limited edition.”
     I frown. “Just an FYI. If you plan on living in Old Town you’ll attract a lot less attention if you’re driving a pickup, preferably a Ford or a Dodge Ram.”
     He grins. Another one of those huge grins that irritate every nerve in my body. “Who says I don’t want attention?”
     I shake my head. “Never mind.”
     I’m short, only about five feet two inches, and I’m worried about fitting inside that car. I have no idea how Max, who’s easily a foot taller than me, fits inside of it.
     “Okay, we can take your car,” I agree, but only because I want to see how he squeezes inside that thing.
     He pulls his keys from his pocket and starts throwing them in the air like he’s juggling with them.      The guy has no shortage of ways to completely annoy me.
     To my surprise Max fits into his car better than I imaged he would. He’s got the seat pushed back as far as it will go, so his legs aren’t cramped.
     “You could buy a bigger car,” I say as I snap on my seat belt. “Being such a big guy.”
     He laughs. “Are you kidding? This car is a chick magnet. I’ve known you less than fifteen minutes and I’ve already got you inside of it.”
     When he winks at me I feel a little bile rise in my throat like I want to vomit. “Just so we’re clear. You’re not my type.”
     He waves the comment off like a mosquito. “I’m everyone’s type.”
     “Not mine,” I repeat.
     “You won’t know for sure until you’ve had a chance to test the goods.” Then he winks at me.
     Now I’m really going to be sick. “I’m not interested in testing any of your goods. Do you want to see my grandmother or not?”
     He heaves a sigh. “Tell me where to drive.”
     Five minutes later we pull up to the Old Town Cemetery. As soon as Max parks the car he turns and looks at me. “Is this your idea of a joke?”
     “You’re the ghost hunter. Isn’t this like your Valhalla or something?”
     He rolls his eyes at me. “Most graveyards aren’t haunted. Spirits like to stay close to loved ones, or places they were most familiar with before they died.”
     “Whatever you say.” I open the door and hop out of his clown car.
     I’m surprised when he follows. Part of me thought he’d just turn the engine back on and speed away.
     As I open the cemetery gate I’m overwhelmed with sadness…again. It’s been happening a lot lately…ever since my grandmother died. She was the last of my relatives, and now I’m alone in the world. Not that I’m not used to being a loner. I’m known for it. But being alone, without any family to anchor me, makes me feel truly lost.
     Alberta Grant wasn’t the nicest person in the world, but she was my rock. She lived to be ninety, and from what I’ve heard around town, spent at least forty of those years being a cantankerous old broad, who was both feared and admired.
     I seem to be following in her footsteps. Except for the ad-mired part. People in Old Town say I’m freak and a bitch and tend to steer clear.
     And I’m okay with that.
     When I find my grandmother’s headstone I clear away the leaves that have fallen on it.
     “How did she die?” Max asks. His tone is actually sincere. He’s finally dropped the overdone surfer-boy salesman act.
     “She was old. Ninety.”
     He nods. “Do you miss her?”
     “More than I ever thought I would.”
     He’s actually quiet as he stands there with me. He’s slightly attractive when he’s not talking. It’s when he opens his pie hole that he’s a complete turn off.
     As we drive back toward the antique shop I have a brief moment of panic when Max passes right by it.
     “You missed my stop.”
     “I know,” he says matter-of-factly.
     “Let me out. Now.” I can feel my pulse start to race. I briefly consider jumping out of the car, but I’m not wearing my leather today so the pavement would definitely hurt as I slid across it.
     “It’s okay.” When Max glances over at me, I can see concern in his eyes. “I’m just going to take you to lunch. My treat.”
     I take in a deep breath and try to calm my frayed nerves. “Lunch?”
     “You put an OUT TO LUNCH sign on your door,” he reminds me. “So I’m taking you to lunch.”
     “You’ll do anything for a date, won’t you?”
     “So you’re actually going on a date with me?” He grins. “And here I thought you were a tough girl.”
     I huff. “Do I have a choice? You kind of have me trapped in your clown car.”
     When he glances over at me his eyes have turned serious. “You always have a choice. Don’t ever forget that.”
     I nod, but we’re both quiet as we head back into the center of Old Town.
     If only all guys thought the way he does, my life wouldn’t be a complete and total mess.

Author Bio: 
Karen Mueller Bryson writes under four pen names include USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Dakota Madison and AMAZON BESTSELLING AUTHOR Savannah Young. When she's not at her computer creating compelling romance novels she loves to spend time with her husband and their bloodhounds in their home outside Phoenix, Arizona.

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Release Day Blitz: Before I Break by Alec John Belle

Title: Before I Break
Author: Alec John Belle
Series: Before I Break #1
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary
Release Date: August 7, 2015
When religiously raised Cyril Hayes begins his junior year at East Hill High School, every choice he makes suffers a greater consequence.  While facing challenges of friends, family, and love, he learns that hate and intolerance are also a very large part of our world today.

Cyril Hayes is seemingly just like any other male his age. He has the perfect girlfriend, Melissa Summers, his best friend, Jake Rivers, and a lawyer father who brings home enough money to support his family and then some. When Cyril begins his junior year, he doesn't expect his life to spiral out of control when he meets Avery Branson, the new kid in school who has a big secret: he's gay. At first, Cyril doesn't handle this truth well, due to the way he was raised, but as the story progresses, he ventures deep into the reality of homosexuality and begins to accept Avery for who he is.

Not everyone is happy with Cyril's new friend, including Jake, who believes that homosexuality is a sin and is refusing to budge his beliefs. But Avery isn't the only one at East Hill with secrets. Soon a tragedy will strike, knocking Cyril's world completely off balance and leaving a scar on his heart that will change his view of humanity all together.

Alec John Belle’s bold debut novel, Before I Break, introduces a courageous new author with a voice unafraid to tackle tough social issues.
— Alex Sanchez, author of Rainbow Boys and The God Box

Author Bio: 
Alec John Belle is an online high school student that resides in the state of Massachusetts. At the age of 16 he wrote his first novel, Before I Break. His hobbies include reading, writing, and obsessing over Pretty Little Liars. He writes about tough topics that many are too afraid to talk about like suicide, homosexuality, self harm, cyberbullying, anxiety disorders, addiction, among other teenage issues, and he often blends these ideas with the paranormal.