Friday, February 24, 2017

The Triumvirate now on KindleUnlimited

All three books are now available at Amazon on KindleUnlimited:
I Won't Stophttps://www.amazon.com/Wont-Stop-Triumvirate-Book-ebook/dp/B01H7RGD40/
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White Blood
When bitten, blood runs in one color.

In a society full of deadly vampires, discrimination of any sort should have no place. Yet intolerance continues to haunt Cayson Covett who returns to his hometown a changed man. He is a powerful creature who yearns to rekindle his romance with the black man he can’t forget.

Curtain, a small racially divided suburb of Charleston, is where Jackson Reynolds almost took Cayson’s virginity. Now Cay intends to give Jack what he wanted. First, he must see to the vampire Triumvirate’s request to punish not only vampires who seek to destroy humans, but he must disband or eradicate Curtain’s hunter cell—a bigoted group headed by Jackson.

An Interracial M/M Vampire Romance

I Won't Stop
Ancient blood runs deep and it’s much colder!

Layne Indigo’s existence abounds with extremes—men, women, his own bloodlust, and death. Especially death. He’s a supreme stalker of not only humans but his kind, vampires, some of which are so audacious he relishes ending their lives. Adding to his troubles, he becomes enamored with a cunning woman who hates vamps more than anything and Layne can’t let Emerald “Esme” Franklin out of sight.

Carnage amongst both species has Layne uncertain of his ability to continue as a member of The Triumvirate that rules over vampires. One thing he is sure of after Emerald surrenders her virginity—Layne wants more. Until Esme belongs to him, Layne won’t stop.

A Multicultural M/M/F Vampire Romance

Twice the Burn
Blood ties change with just one bite!

Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever dream of touching.

One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention; another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son, Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!
**Multicultural/Interracial MMF Romance**

Growl and roar - it's okay to let the beast out.- J. Hali Steele

Friday, February 17, 2017

Ace of Spades

Aldan ’Ace’ Spade is a gambler who knows how to handle success and luck—until he meets Rosemary Carino, the new hostess of a club he frequents. He has reasons for keeping his business dealings private but his life quickly spins out of control. Roe’s sexy and curvaceous body stirs a fire in Ace he can’t extinguish while consumed with need to have her in every way possible.

Roe gave up working the pole in topless clubs long ago. Thrust back into the business, she fights to stay out of the clutches of hotter-than-hell Aldan Spade. It’s not going to be easy. Her body melts around him, aches to know his intimately and hiding her past from Ace turns out to be much harder than stripping off her clothes ever was.

Previously published, this erotic story about a stripper has more, lots more! An independent woman and a real man who understands a woman's body is no one's business but hers. Ace hopes to convince Roe to allow him the pleasure. Roe wants to give in but she knows telling Ace she used to strip may end it all.

His lie and her secret past may just bring the lights down!

Warning: Hot sex, fast cars, and a yacht dead ahead.

Initial release received a Night Owl 5Star Top Pick review.

Available at Amazon on KindleUnlimited

Excerpt:
Almost a month had passed since their first date. After work tonight, Ace was taking her to his place for another gathering of friends. This would be Roe’s first time there since the hot and heavy in his hallway upstairs. Once again, he promised to take her right home afterward.

He picked her up and, when they arrived, Roe was happy to see Kat there with Chess. Her friend hadn’t yet made Chess aware of precisely how much she liked him and she teased her about it, especially since Kat kept pushing her toward Ace.

This time she got the grand tour, inside anyway, and she told him she used to sell real estate and that she had always wondered about people who bought these houses. Roe had never been lucky enough to get a listing in this area.

Practically all the guys and their dates were gone when Roe made her way to the bathroom upstairs. When she came out, she knew he’d be there. Déjà vu. Ace stood in the spot as before.

“I said I’d take you home and I will if that’s what you want. But, damn it, I can’t do this anymore.”

She walked up to him, reached behind his neck and tugged until his lips met hers. The kiss started soft, sweet but soon it wasn’t enough. Engulfed in his scent, the delicious taste of his mouth, Roe also craved more.

Pulling away, he quietly stated, “Roe, don’t play with me. I’ve shown in every way how much I care about you. I enjoy being with you and I think you feel the same.”

“Shh, Ace, kiss me.”

He did. Ace wrapped arms around her and pulled her so close a toothpick wouldn’t have fit between them. His hands caressed her neck, her arms. Every place he touched, he followed with his mouth. Roe shivered with need.

Tonight, she lacked desire to go home.

A string of hot kisses streamed down her neck, he nibbled on an earlobe before he used teeth to unravel one tie helping the zipper to hold up of her halter dress. His lips moved down her chest and back up again. Raising his head, he gazed at her. “You’re sexy as hell.” His tongue left a hot, moist path everywhere. Finally, he stopped and thank God because Roe’s knees couldn’t hold out much longer. A greedy look pierced her, yearning lit his eyes and she damn near swooned. “Stay with me. I’m not making any more promises. Let me hold you, taste all of you. Tonight.”

She uttered one word, “Yes.” It was all over.
♠ ♠ ♠ ♠
“God,” he groaned as his lips crushed against hers. He swooped her up, carried her into his bedroom and stood there, holding her.

“Ace?”

“Shit, please don’t change your mind, baby.” Ace breathed heavily against her neck. “Nothing matters but now.” Sitting her on the bed, he touched the base of a lamp on the nightstand and a soft glow filtered from beneath the shade.

“You have company downstairs.”

“They’re into their pool game on the other side of the house.” He pushed a button on his Bose player and smooth sounds of jazz drifted through the room. “I want you and my friends know their way out.”

“Are you sure?”

“About them knowing their way out?”

“No… I…”

“Roe, tell me to stop and I will, tell me to take you home and I will but, for God’s sake, decide now.”

“I’m where I want to be.”


Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

A Character Who Became More

Authors work from imagination and those ideas clamor to cover pages. Not sure if, like me, they ever use real people who walk into their lives bringing unexpected joy and laughter. With permission, I did just that. When we talked about my stories Eggie would always say you need to put me in a book. I'd respond, "Only if you promise to read it and be honest." Of course his comeback was, "Did you ever know me to be anything but." I didn't. Can't think of a single time he ever said something to placate me or anyone else. That is not who he was. So, he became a character in my story, Grind. He was the bartender named Eggie who made my hero look at himself in the mirror exactly the way Eggie had of making a person take another look at who they were every day. He read my story, made awesome criticisms and suggestions. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I give you just a bit of how I perceived him.

Eggie became one of the few he called friend and Raider confided more than he should have to the fun-loving bartender.
“Stop being angry at every...”
“You need to tend to your customers.”
He swiped a cloth across the counter and eyed Raider. “Be a lot easier to find what you’re looking for.”
“I do okay.”
“Do you even see what looks back at you in the mirror?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Loneliness, man.”
Between Davis telling him to get laid, and now Eggie’s bullshit, Raider was ready to snap like a used rubber band. “I got everything I need.”
“And how warm is that camera at night?”
“Kiss my ass.”
“I’m trying.” The bartender smiled. “Am I white enough for you?”
“Careful, Eggie.” The man had opened a raw nerve. Coming from nothing, Raider possessed two things: an eye for color and the love of photography. He’d scraped and clawed his way up the ladder in a field overflowing with mediocrity. He had been kicked aside, stepped on, and kissed a lot of white ass on his way to the top. Now the industry kissed his.
Yet there was still a bad taste in his mouth.
Raider Ridgeway had worked hard to build his reputation, he earned every penny he made, and he didn’t give it away freely. Young studs, especially those who knew his worth, were greedy bastards. His preference for a fling would be a man at least in the neighborhood of his age and one who had more than change in his pockets. Tonight, not only did the early side of thirty seem to be the theme; the jangling sound of coins filled the air. About ready to give up and head home, he cursorily glanced at the door when it squeaked open admitting three men. Two quickly found a table and the third stood nonchalantly in the lit entranceway surveying the clientele.
“Damn, I see a light in your eyes.”
Raider continued to watch the man in the doorway. “Who’s the new guy?”
“Never seen him in here.” Turning his attention to Raider, Eggie added. “A cruiser. Back to me kissing your ass…”
“Fuck off, that’s never gonna happen.”
“A man can dream.” He glided down the counter unaffected by Raider’s harsh words.

Eggie was a delightful and engaging man who was larger than life. Funny, down-to-earth, honest, and unapologetically truthful. If you didn't want to hear the nitty gritty about yourself, what you did, or planned to do--he was not one to talk with or discuss how you might say or do something. You'd end up being read like a book but he'd make you laugh at yourself. Not a mean bone in his body, he just knew what to say at the right time to get you thinking about other ways to achieve what you wanted to accomplish.

A proud and beautiful man who loved his family and friends unconditionally, a wonderful person I'm glad I met.

Eggie, who wanted to be a character, loved how I portrayed him. I kept him real. Even better--he became my friend.

Miss you already man, light the big sky up as only you can.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Chopped at Home!

I never know what to blog about and today is no different.

Let's talk nasty Stromboli! Bought one that didn't have slices of meat - they chopped it up in chunks. WTF! Horrible, just horrible. Anyway, had my own in house Chopped session today and repurposed the filling tossing their far too thick, bready crust out for the birds. Cut up some ghost chili and onion, added it to chopped filling, and browned it in olive oil. Added rice and let that simmer for a bit. YUM! Thank goodness. What was once inedible is now delicious and my meal today.

Ever want a good Stromboli, and you live in the Coatesville/Thorndale area - Joey's Pizza in Thorndale has what I consider the best damn Stromboli around! I'm a fan of Italian meats and if you add pepperoni, have lots of napkins available because that makes it so juicy. You will wear it on your face!!

Enough about Stromboli.

On to another topic...

Everyone who knows me is aware some asshat (probably drunker than a skunk - and just how drunk do skunks get? Does anyone have an answer for that?) drove into my parking area and demolished Lil' Blue. My Tiburon was CLEAN. This looks just like mine did after ten years... *Sigh*
It just tipped into the mid 30,000 miles!! I took it in for every check up as if it were a living thing, you know, like it was one of my furbabies. It had the big six cylinder engine and loved my stereo system. I'll miss those two things the most.

Alas, it was only a THING and life goes on. Here's a pic of what my new car, who remains nameless, looks like. And why the hell do I feel IT needs to have a name. Keep in mind - I'm off my meds, lol. A 2014 Dodge Avenger, one owner, and less miles than mine had. A four cylinder slower than hell but it's still under warranty and I've already had a problem with the ETC sensor. Let me say here that I never took my other car in for anything other than scheduled service so I'm a little disappointed as this car has been in my hands for just over 2 weeks. The service staff was friendly @ Jeff D'Ambrosio and I'll see if that remains the case. My sales person, David Williams, was awesome and has worked with me since to get all the bugs out... I'm nervous but happy! So far. I have to return and we'll see how things go.

Okay, I'm done now.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Tue'day's Quote

AGAIN, I'm late. Two sixteen hour shifts and one eight hour day means Tuesday really doesn't exist for me! But got up today thinking of a few quotes some could live by (or not) and so: Tue'day's Quotes are here and I don't know who said them or if they've been said at all. If you know, tell me and I'll give credit where credit's due. You have any particular quotes or sayings you like, or live by, add them in the comments. We can all use new ideas to make us think about what we do (or say) day-to-day.

My Dad said this a lot, don't know where he got it from but I like it!
- See me fighting a bear in the woods, help the bear!



- Without a sense of urgency, there is no pleasure in desire.

- Happiness isn't found in perfection, you find it by accepting life's imperfections.

I'll end with a few I say often that are mixed up as hell but recognizable (or not!)

- My nose wasn't always this pretty, it's new because I cut the old one off to spite my face!

When I'm done digesting the foot in my mouth, I'll finish what I was saying.

- I'll bury the hatchet - you might not like where!

- Keep kissing ass, you'll always smell shit.

Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele


Thursday, September 1, 2016

New release - TWICE THE BURN





Blood ties change with just one bite!



Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever dream of touching.



One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention; another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son, Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!

**Multicultural/Interracial MMF Romance**



The Triumvirate – Books 1 & 2 half price
at $1.49 this weekend only




WHITE BLOOD

When bitten, blood runs in one color.

Cayson left Jackson and he's pissed off—Jack has one question: "How many vampires banged your ass?"

**Interracial MM Romance**



I WON'T STOP

Ancient blood runs deep and it's much colder!

Layne Indigo threw a racist prick out the window of a high rise office building in White Blood. See what he's up to in the second Triumvirate story.

**Multicultural/Interracial MMF Romance**



TWICE THE BURN

Normally better at camouflaging what he felt, Isaiah shivered as if someone walked over his grave. More importantly, why had the monster set up shop in his psyche? Bastard continued to sift through every open pathway stealing bits and pieces of his mundane life. “Get the fuck out!” he growled.

“Ice, dude!”

Looking up he realized not only the chef eyed him, two other employees peered at him through shelving. “I’ll be back.” Both men stepped aside when he limped past and headed up a flight of stairs to his spacious apartment. Locking the door, he immediately began to strip clothes off on the way to his bathroom. “No, no, not now, not a man.” Don’t let him see! Stepping in the shower, he set the faucet to spew tepid water down his body which, though it felt overheated, continued to tremble as though ice water sloshed through his veins. “I will kill you if I ever lay eyes on you.” Christ, he’d never felt one like this, not attached to every sensual nerve linked to his brain cells, not burrowed so deep inside him… “Jesus, God, help me.” He allowed water to sluice down his back while soaping his chest and belly. Reaching his crotch, he begged, “Please, please don’t watch me.”

* * *

Julius had dematerialized and ended standing in front of a mirror in his suite’s bathroom thinking first thing he should do is inform Layne. Empathic individuals were scarce and many of those surviving had been mustered by vampires into service, their abilities honed and used as instruments against their own people.

“Not him, not Isaiah Sims. Leave him be.” Julius never desired anyone this much except… No! He thought he’d shoved her from his mind. Falling the fuck apart. Ignoring his own advice, Julius planted himself in the man’s psyche where Isaiah discovered him immediately, felt Julius’ furtive tentacles reach into every corner of his brain snatching parts of his life. “Christ, he almost controls his power.” Many empaths shut down completely by leaving society and they subsisted away from anything living. Some lost their minds and lived out remaining days in mental institutions while many more, unable to handle the cacophony of voices as well as feelings rattling through their heads, ended their lives before they even reached adulthood.

Julius had travelled up steps with Ice and entered a large apartment where he undressed, scrambled through an airy room into his bathroom, and turning water on, he stepped under a cool spray. Julius grasped every move, he even began to stroke his cock in time with Ice until he made a fantastic discovery. His heart thundered at learning Isaiah had yet to give himself to a man, take pleasure the way he always dreamed. “Mine!” Julius exclaimed.

Trying to remain quietly ensconced in Isaiah’s head wasn’t easy. In fact, he failed miserably as his own neediness swept through his body and rendered his dick so hard his vision blurred, but then Isaiah pleaded, Please, please don’t watch me. Agony in his words dropped Julius to one knee.

Julius Talmane’s existence had become one of imparting pleasure to anyone interested. Stay in his head, give him what he craves. “What the fuck!” Julius, unable to regain his feet, couldn’t find it in himself to disobey such a heartfelt cry. “I can’t do this,” he whispered as he relinquished Isaiah’s mind.



Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Take A Shot...

Pic of 1, 2nd is Federal 357 magnum
At winning one of three great prizes using below to promote the release of TWICE THE BURN, third book in The Triumvirate erotic vampire series. Two entrants will win one each of a beautiful bullet necklace valued at $20 (view sample) and a third entrant will receive a full PDF set of the series, a $9 value. No purchase necessary but if you or someone you know is looking for a bloody good read, book releases at All Romance Ebooks August 31, 2016. First two books, WHITE BLOOD and I WON'T STOP were both ARe bestsellers in their respective categories and they are available HERE.

Go ahead, take a shot!

TWICE THE BURN

Blood ties change with just one bite!

Julius Talmane turns Isaiah Sims because he desires having him forever. The Triumvirate has little choice but to give its blessing considering Julius is not only its third member, he’s Layne Indigo’s best friend. What he didn’t see coming is falling for one woman he should never ever dream of touching.

One creature seizes Piara Kaur Indigo’s attention; another is thrown in her lap. Not only does she crave both, together, she intends to keep them. Their inability to hide shared carnal desires from Piara’s son, Layne, the strongest, most magical vampire alive, may well spin civilization toward destruction. Nature is on a rampage and no one is safe!

**Multicultural/Interracial MMF Romance**


“You okay, man?”
Snatched into the present, Isaiah twisted to look at the chef. “I’m good. Why?”
“Look like you saw a ghost.”
Bette’s exact words. Normally better at camouflaging what he felt, Isaiah shivered as if someone walked over his grave. More importantly, why had the monster set up shop in his psyche? Bastard continued to sift through every open pathway stealing bits and pieces of his mundane life. “Get the fuck out!” he growled.
“Ice, dude!”
Looking up he realized not only the chef eyed him, two other employees peered at him through shelving. “I’ll be back.” Both men stepped aside when he limped past and headed up a flight of stairs to his spacious apartment. Locking the door, he immediately began to strip clothes off on the way to his bathroom. “No, no, not now, not a man.” Don’t let him see! Stepping in the shower, he set the faucet to spew tepid water down his body which, though it felt overheated, continued to tremble as though ice water sloshed through his veins. “I will kill you if I ever lay eyes on you.” Christ, he’d never felt one like this, not attached to every sensual nerve linked to his brain cells, not burrowed so deep inside him… “Jesus, God, help me.” He allowed water to sluice down his back while soaping his chest and belly. Reaching his crotch, he begged, “Please, please don’t watch me.”
* * *
Julius had dematerialized and ended standing in front of a mirror in his suite’s bathroom thinking first thing he should do is inform Layne. Empathic individuals were scarce and many of those surviving had been mustered by vampires into service, their abilities honed and used as instruments against their own people.
“Not him, not Isaiah Sims. Leave him be.” Julius never desired anyone this much except… No! He thought he’d shoved her from his mind. Falling the fuck apart. Ignoring his own advice, Julius planted himself in the man’s psyche where Isaiah discovered him immediately, felt Julius’ furtive tentacles reach into every corner of his brain snatching parts of his life. “Christ, he almost controls his power.” Many empaths shut down completely by leaving society and they subsisted away from anything living. Some lost their minds and lived out remaining days in mental institutions while many more, unable to handle the cacophony of voices as well as feelings rattling through their heads, ended their lives before they even reached adulthood.
Julius had travelled up steps with Ice and entered a large apartment where he undressed, scrambled through an airy room into his bathroom, and turning water on, he stepped under a cool spray. Julius grasped every move, he even began to stroke his cock in time with Ice until he made a fantastic discovery. His heart thundered at learning Isaiah had yet to give himself to a man, take pleasure the way he always dreamed. “Mine!” Julius exclaimed.
Trying to remain quietly ensconced in Isaiah’s head wasn’t easy. In fact, he failed miserably as his own neediness swept through his body and rendered his dick so hard his vision blurred, but then Isaiah pleaded, Please, please don’t watch me. Agony in his words dropped Julius to one knee.
Julius Talmane’s existence had become one of imparting pleasure to anyone interested. Stay in his head, give him what he craves. “What the fuck!” Julius, unable to regain his feet, couldn’t find it in himself to disobey such a heartfelt cry. “I can’t do this,” he whispered as he relinquished Isaiah’s mind.

Life is complicated, it’s loud. Death arrives silently.