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New Release: “From Dusk ’til Dawn” August 16, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in From Dusk 'til Dawn, new books, promotions, Release date.
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Out today is my new novella “From Dusk ’til Dawn,” from Pagan Writers Press.



(Yeah, it’s a little picture. I’ll get a larger one.)

You can find it on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords and All Romance Books.

Another Excerpt from Sable Locks August 14, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in excerpt, promotions, Sable Locks.
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Not everything happens on the fourth floor. William explores one of the other rooms in the house in this excerpt:


William stopped outside a door that was almost identical to all the other doors on this floor, and all the doors that he’d gone through on his other nights in the House. This one was made unique solely by the brass plaque that read “Brigantine.” Nothing in the name gave any hint of what to expect inside the room.

This was the last room. He’d tried all the others, on both floors. Some were interesting, others bored him. Most of them had bored him, to be honest. He had promised Gerald, though, and now this was the last. After this, he could return to the fourth floor. He pushed open the door and went in.

He was met inside by the attendant automaton, just as in all the other rooms, and once again, he allowed himself to be prepared for what lay ahead. His mask and gag were removed and laid aside, and clothing was laid out for him to put on. William dressed slowly, intrigued by the fact that he was putting on the uniform of a Captain in the Royal Navy, complete with epaulets, an empty sword belt, and boots. He adjusted the coat and turned to let the attendant add the finishing touches. Leg irons were fitted around his ankles, and then his wrists were bound before him with rough rope that smelled heavily of tar. The final touch was a gag, a simple length of cloth forced into William’s mouth and tied there tightly, almost painfully. The attendant took his arm and steered him to the inner door, and without ceremony shoved him through.

He stumbled, nearly falling as his bad leg went weak under him, and was caught by a multitude of rough, grasping hands. He looked up, startled, to see himself surrounded by men who laughed and jeered as they pulled him further into the room, away from the door. The room was made up to look like the main deck of a sailing ship, but none of the men who were manhandling him were dressed in uniform. Rather, they were dressed in ragged, mismatched clothing that was dark with dirt and sweat. William realized immediately just what this room was meant to represent: a pirate attack. No doubt he was supposed to be the captain of a ship taken by pirates, and somewhere in this crowd was the pirate captain to whom he would be presented as a hostage. Even as he struggled and fought to pull away, even as the pirates pulled him steadily forward, their harsh hands tugging and tearing at his clothes and groping at his arse and his crotch, William was examining the room, the automatons that made up the crew, weighing the possibilities. And growing aroused.

Bruised and disheveled from the rough handling, with one sleeve torn free from his coat, William found himself forced to his knees in an open area of the deck and held there by two of the pirates. In front of him, facing the rail, was a tall man dressed in a once-fine, wine-red velvet coat.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment, Captain,” the pirate captain said as he turned to face William. “Do you remember me, I wonder? Do you remember John Forester?” William stared up at the man and shook his head; Forester laughed. “No, of course not. Why should you remember the promising young officer that you sentenced to be flogged ’round the fleet and court martialed?” He grabbed the front of William’s coat, dragging him to his feet. “Do you remember me now, Captain?” he demanded, spitting out the title like a curse. “Do you remember how I begged? How I swore that I had nothing to do with the mutineers and that I was loyal to you?” Forester pitched his voice lower, “Do you remember how I knelt to you, offered you everything I had, if you would only listen to me? How you took advantage of me, and then threw me to the dogs?” He shoved William away, watching as he fell into the waiting hands of the other pirates. “Now I’m the one with the power, aren’t I?” He laughed again and stepped back, raising his voice, “I think that the gunner’s daughter is waiting for our guest!”

William’s muffled protests were drowned out by the cheers and shouts from the pirates as they dragged him away from Forester and further out onto the deck. The sea of men parted, and William saw the cannon, an ancient demi-cannon that had seen better years. Some small, rational part of his mind protested, telling him that it couldn’t possibly be a real cannon. Never mind the fact that the floors would never hold the weight of such a weapon, there was no way in Heaven’s name that Madame could have even gotten the thing, let alone brought it into the house and up four flights of stairs! It was fake, it had to be fake. Even knowing that, it was impossible to deny the delicious thrill that washed over him as the pirates pushed him towards the barrel of the gun. William let them carry him, stumbling slightly over the chains at his ankles until they reached the muzzle of the cannon.

There, he was pushed forward over the barrel and held there while the ropes that bound his wrists were cut and his arms were brought under the barrel and chained there. A noose was tossed around his neck and tightened, almost painfully so, the free end wrapped around the barrel and tied off. William struggled for a moment, tossing his head to try and get the hair out of his eyes, testing his bonds, letting himself get lost in the role. He fell still as the pirates grew quiet; there were heavy footsteps coming towards him, and Forester moved into his line of sight, a heavy-looking canvas bag in one hand. The pirate studied him for a moment, then smiled slowly and stepped back, waving his free hand at his prisoner. “Strip him!”

Cover reveal — From Dusk ’til Dawn. August 9, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in forthcoming works, From Dusk 'til Dawn, promotions, Release date, upcoming books.

I’ve got a novella coming out next week. From Dusk ’til Dawn is part of the For the Love of the Gods anthology from Ishtar Press, the romance imprint of Pagan Writers Press. From Dusk ’til Dawn will be released as an e-book stand-alone novella, then will be rolled into the print anthology.

And here is the LOVELY cover that Angelique Mroczka made for me!


And the blurb:

When Delan stumbled into the Temple, he wasn’t expecting to be welcomed as a Temple servant. He wasn’t expecting his only duty to be to serve Lyander, cloistered son of the High Priestess. He wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

And he wasn’t expecting that he was going to have to choose: love, or saving the world.

If you are on Facebook, you can check out the virtual release party, starting August 16th.

Writer, on writing August 6, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in writer on writing.
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I wrote this after an artist that I like posted to tumblr about the reaction she’s gotten when she showed her first major piece of writing to someone. That person was basically horrible to her. This was my response to her story:

My very dear. I am a published writer. And I can tell you the basic secrets behind how you get to be good at writing.

You keep at it.

NO ONE is born a great writer. We learn. Through trial and error and sweat and blood and tears and rejections. I’ve racked up enough rejections to wallpaper my office. I have manuscripts that will NEVER see the light of day, because I wrote them early in my career, and THEY ARE CRAP!

Write. Keep writing. Learn from your mistakes.

And never, EVER listen to people who tell you that you can’t. You CAN. You WILL. If it is your goal to make it as a writer, and you are willing to learn and to put the effort and the time and the complete and utter frustration into it, you WILL.

Took me 42 years, but now I hold my head high, introduce myself as a multi-published author, and tell all the people who said I never could to STFU.

You can do it. Don’t let ANYONE stop you.

Administrative announcement. August 4, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in thirty.

This is just to let the universe at large know that, as of yesterday, I am no longer involved in ANY capacity with Central Florida Romance Writers.