The Rules

Since I'm Screaming for the Cureit’s almost auction time, I wanted to remind you of the rules.

Beginning October 2nd readers will have an opportunity to bid for baskets. The categories are Erotic Romance, Urban Fantasy, YA & Adult paranormal romance, and Horror/Suspense. We’ll be showcasing the baskets the week they go up for auction, with the auctions taking place on that Friday. In-between, we’ll also have guest posts from different authors and bloggers talking about their personal struggles with cancer, some who’ve battled the disease themselves, and some who have witnessed the ongoing struggle through someone else. It’ll also be a forum for people to talk about their experiences, maybe share some uplifting stories as well. It’ll be whatever we want it to be 🙂

Just like last year, the auctions will be open internationally. Remember, this is all for a good cause, so have fun with it!

Auction dates:

October 2nd – Science fiction/Fantasy

October 9th – YA  

October 16th – Paranormal Romance

October 23rd – Erotic Romance

October 30th – Horror/Suspense

A reminder of participating authors (This list is NOT complete.)

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Happy New Year to Us

Seems like the Big C has been busy this year. This week, even. With the passing of legendary bassist Lemmy Killmeister of Motorhead, David Bowie, and Alan Rickman, I’m stricken and angered by the sheer volume of deaths cancer causes every year. The entire world is in mourning.

It’s also somewhat humbling to know that our icons, our mighty ones, our heroes are still human and that cancer is a disease that doesn’t care about gender, race, or financial status. It doesn’t care if you defined hard rock, began a revolution where people feel freer to be themselves, or brought to life characters that will forever live in our hearts. None of that matters.

What does matter is what we choose to do in the wake of these untimely deaths.

How will we honor Lemmy, our Starman, and Professor Snape? What will we do to avenge them?

We’ll fight. We’ll scream. That’s what we’ll do.

This year, I’m putting the choice into your hands. YOU pick the charity. I’ll be busy trying to get your favorite authors to donate books.

Plus, since we’ve lost such amazing, wonderful, life-changing people already this year, Landra and I are planning an “in memoriam” box. We’ll keep you posted on what that means and how to get your hands on it.

Let me know in the comments what cancer charities mean the most to you. I’ll tally up and see which ones get the most mentions, then we’ll put it to a vote. Sound good?

An update and an apology

I'm Screaming for the CureHey everyone. I dropped the ball pretty hard on the last couple weeks of the auction thanks to a lovely bout with my depression. I’m not looking for sympathy or to make excuses; it’s a thing that happens and one I have to deal with.

Our last basket only has a few books in it, so I’m going to do this: for a $10 donation, I’ll put you into a raffle for the last basket. To me, that seems the fairest way and one that will still benefit this year’s charity. I’m also going to be hosting some giveaways throughout the month, so stay tuned. When I get home from the day job, I’ll post the basket (I have a couple books to add to it from a signing I attended), and we’ll still do the Friday-Sunday deal. Using, I’ll pick a winner from those who donate.

Thanks again to everyone who’s participated this year. I’m still learning and doing a lot of this on my own, so this year, while not as rocky as last year, still had some hiccups to smooth out. I’m planning to enlist some help in two ways: 1) a street team to help me promote the auction and participating authors, and 2) some people to help me with behind-the-scenes stuff, mostly helping me keep up with emails and organize this whole thing. It’s much bigger than one person can handle (that’s what she said). I’m looking forward to better and brighter things. (If you’re interested in helping with this, please do email the new OFFICIAL Scream for the Cure email: ) 

One more thing. Next month, I’m going to open the blog to suggestions for next year’s charity. I’ll take suggestions, then set up some polls. I’d love more involvement from you guys, to learn about charities that are close to your hearts, and get to know y’all better. I still want this to be a community where we can come together and help each other. Hopefully in a year or two, I can set up a domain site and build a forum of some kind.

Again, I apologize for the delays. Yoy have my word that next year will be better.

Why We’re Screaming – Lucy Felthouse

The NHS’s Unsung Heroes by Lucy Felthouse

The UK’s NHS (National Health Service) is world-famous, and rightly so. It provides people with the healthcare they need, when they need it, and without presenting them with an enormous bill after the fact, giving them something else—aside from their illness—to worry about.

It gets a bad rap in the media, who pick up on its shortcomings, its wait times, staffing issues, management issues and so on. Basically, all the bad stuff is reported on, and none of the good. The fact it’s free, the fact that the “boots on the ground” work their backsides off to give the best possible care they can to patients.

So I’d like to give a hearty mention here for the NHS’s unsung heroes, who, in my opinion, are the nurses. I’ve spent a lot of time in hospitals, and in particular a chemotherapy unit, over the last few months (I don’t want to go into that, though!), and I’ve seen, first-hand, that those nurses are rock stars. Seriously. These men and women are knowledgeable, professional, caring and always have a smile and a kind word ready for you, and even a hug when you need one. These are people that will bend over backwards to help you, even if something isn’t technically their job. These are people that miss their lunch breaks, that don’t eat until their shift ends because they’re so busy caring for other people. These are people that have doctors asking them questions, asking their opinion, because they know just as much, and in many cases, more than the doctors do. And yet the doctors are lauded as the heroes, while the nurses are painted as just being “there,” doing “stuff.”

It’s absolutely not true. Without those nurses, in that chemotherapy unit and doubtless elsewhere in the hospital, the whole system would fall to pieces. Their work is vital, and they’re bloody good at it. So, although none of those amazing nurses I’ve had the fortune to meet will probably ever see this post, I hope some nurses will, whether they work for the NHS or not, because I want to thank them. Just for being amazing.

To everyone else—next time you meet, speak to, or have any dealings with a nurse, pay more attention. Healthcare wouldn’t be possible without them, so let’s show them some appreciation. They deserve it.

Now I’ve said my piece, onto something a little less emotional… details on my latest release! Also, huge thanks to Cate for letting me be involved in this awesome charity effort for such an amazing cause, and well done on organising it. Please dig deep in the auctions, guys, every penny raised is desperately needed.

P.S. Fuck cancer.


eyeswideopen_800 - CopyAn ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.

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Lucy_Felthouse (2)Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Why We’re Screaming: Erzabet Bishop

pomegranate largeCancer is a frightening thing. A couple of years ago I got the scare and it was perhaps the most sobering experience of my life. It was routine annual girlie exam. (I know, right. We all looooove those.) Anyway…the test came back abnormal. I had been diagnosed with PCOS with ovarian cysts. Even more fun. The pain and cramping. The weight gain and tiredness. Who’s body was this? Cause I wasn’t amused. (Still not and still dealing.)

The day came for the colposcopy and I had no idea what to expect. Certainly not what happened. For those of you lucky folk who are unfamiliar, a colposcopy is when they take chunks out of your cervix. Without pain killers. You feel a giant pinch inside of your …um…lady parts shall we say and when all is said and done you feel like a hollowed out gourd. It sucked. A lot.

I went home feeling like The Great Pumpkin and hubby took care of me. My friend from work came and held my hand. She is a nurse and understood the frightening thing this was. Cancer. Wow. Not me. No way. How could that even be possible? I was in my thirties. It had to be a mistake.

Then the waiting…

I got lucky. The tests came back negative with the possibility that I may have to do the test again at some future date. It runs in my family. But there are people all the time that didn’t get that second pass and that’s why I wanted to be a part of Scream for the Cure. Cause I did a lot of screaming when I thought I had it. Turns out I got lucky-this time. But I know there might come a day when it could be a different conversation and I have to put on my big girl panties and deal.

Cancer has taken so many people from my life. My sister in law. My great aunt. My mother in law. But you fight. You live for the people who are dear to you and you go on. Love is a powerful thing. To all of you fighting cancer I send light and love. To the ones left behind, I offer courage and compassion for the days ahead. I hope that my books can give you some laughter and maybe even an urge for ice water.

Love, light and happiness.

Keep on reading.


Erzabet Bishop

Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
Amazon author page: http://

Why I’m Screaming – Samantha Bryant

Cancer, Thief of Grandfathers

meandbatman copyCancer is a specter in so many of our lives. I know it haunts me, for the people it has stolen from me. Cancer is one of the meaner deaths, taking vitality and strength away before finally taking life itself. Watching a tough and strong person lose his or her fight can leave you feeling helpless in a way that few things can. You feel like there’s nothing you can do.

The first theft was my grandfather. Ray. It was prostate cancer that stole him, hollowing him out from the inside until he was a husk of himself. I was close to my grandfather. Other than my own father, he was my main model for what a man should be. Sitting in his lap reading, his deep voice vibrating through his chest against my ear, was one of the safest places I have ever been in my life. He supported me in my dreams and aspirations, strong in his belief that his granddaughters would make a difference to the world. His pride in me was a motivator in so many ways. He is part of why I teach and why I write.

I wasn’t there when he died. I was in Alaska, teaching language arts and Spanish at a rural school and living in a community where I might be late to work because there was a moose blocking the path. It was an adventure, and he delighted in the idea that I was having such an experience. He told me not to come back to watch him die. We had said our goodbyes on a farewell tour to Montana the year before. He’d spent some of his youth there as part of the Civilian Conservation Corps, and my family’s last gift to him was a trip, allowing him to see the land he had loved so much one more time.

I missed it when cancer stole another father from our lives, too. My husband’s father fought hard, tooth and nail, through three separate invasions. We were on our way to see him when he lost, too weakened by the earlier battles to win a third time.

Grandpa Fred lived to see his son married to me, a move he approved heartily. He threw himself into being a grandfather to my daughter from a previous marriage and the daughter of his own bloodline equally. I like to think we made his last years better, by bringing him new people to love. He was a wonderful grandfather and father to us, and we feel his loss in our lives every day.

So, yes, cancer has left its mark on our family, like the families of so many people. My daughters missed the chance to grow up knowing these two great men. Maybe there was nothing I could do to save the grandfathers cancer stole from us. That’s why I’ll always support charities like this one. Raising funds for research and study so that, in the future, no one else has to suffer like this? That’s something I can do.


full-swing-computer-shoes2 copy cover2500 copySamantha Bryant is a middle school Spanish teacher by day and a mom and novelist by night. That makes her a superhero all the time. Her debut novel, Going Through the Change: A Menopausal Superhero Novel is now for sale by Curiosity Quills. You can find her online on her blog,  Twitter, on Facebook, on Amazon, on Goodreads, on the Curiosity Quills page, or on Google+.

Why I’m Screaming – C.E. Kilgore

corinneI grew up with cancer. I didn’t have cancer myself, but it was always there, always lurking. I didn’t have monsters under my bed, I had pill bottles and a vaporizer on the nightstand in the bedroom I shared with my mother. I didn’t have playdates or family vacations, I had trips to the doctors and overnights at the hospital. But I always knew I was lucky – every ‘one more year’ was a victory, we spent so much time together, and I was happy for that.

My mother attempted to give me a normal childhood, but she was limited by her medications, the proximity to her doctor and the gage on her oxygen tank. It was the 1980’s, and cancer treatment was limited to high-dose chemo, medications that did as much harm as good, and a lack of the cancer-specific treatment centers that they have today. When I was nine, her body had given all it could give. Cancer didn’t care that she had been a nurse, a mother, a devout Christian. It took everything, and left nothing.

For a while, I thought my life with cancer was at an end.

At age nineteen, cancer knocked on my door again. And like last time, the deliveryman wasn’t for me. My father had kept it hidden for a few years, but it quickly snowballed into a debilitating decline. It wasn’t the 1980’s, though, so there were all kinds of new treatments and possibilities, and he tried all he could – including something to do with bee stings. Unfortunately, access and cost is still a major issue for those with cancer. He went through every penny had, but in the end only gained a few extra months. Cancer didn’t care that he had been a race car driver, a man of fire and passion, who had plans to die on a speedboat named Beyond Reason. It took everything, and left nothing.

He would have been sixty-five this October.

I’ve talked to my doctor. I know my odds. Genetically speaking, I’m a time-bomb waiting to go off. Cancer will knock again, and one day it will be for me. I don’t know when, and I don’t know what I’m going to do when it does.

What I can do is hope. I have hope that organizations and events like Scream for the Cure will help to raise awareness. I have hope that advancements in medical science will continue to offer new treatment and chances for cures. I have hope that insurance companies and drug companies will work together so that a person’s life is not dependent on how deep their bank accounts are. I have hope for the future, because when you live with the shadow of cancer in your life for so long, you learn that hope is what will one day defeat it.

Thank you to everyone who has donated to Scream for the Cure or other cancer causes. And thank you to all the wonderful authors who are supporting this!

C.E. Kilgore

Basket Preview: Erotic Romance

Welcome to Week 4 of the Scream for the Cure auction! Valued at well over $125, this week’s basket is definitely our biggest one, and it’s chock full of goodies from some really amazing authors. Without further ado, let’s get started. (This is gonna be a long post 😉 )

Kimber Vale is donating her science fiction romance.












Bijou Hunter‘s gifting us a $20 Amazon gift card and her novel Gator (that cover alone is just bad ass).

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C.E. Kilgore is gracing us with five more of her books!

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I’m donating 3 titles from my back list.

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Elena Kincaid is donating three of her awesome books.

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Erzabet Bishop‘s donating two of her newer releases and two from her back list.

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Inge Saunders is donating her multicultural romance.












Kitty Mulholland is giving us her Fierce & Fabulous series.

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Landra Graf‘s got What You Need (see what I did there?)

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Lia Davis is donating volume one of her Ashwood Falls series and a very cozy-looking blanket!

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Lucy Felthouse is making sure we’re Sated.












London St. James is giving us a couple of her Bad Boys.

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Melissa Toppen’s got book 1 of her You and I trilogy.


Nancy Fraser‘s gifting us one of her rock’n’roll romances set in the 1950s.


Ravenna Tate wants to keep you reading for QUITE a while!

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Roni Loren and her gorgeous cover is back for year 2 of the auction ^_^


Sara Brookes is making sure we Get Off Easy. (I’m tired. Leave me alone.)


Shoshanna Evers is giving us her shiver-inducing reimagining of Beauty and the Beast (that cover, tho).












Vivien Dean is giving us 3 of her awesome books plus a $10 Amazon gift card!

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Are you guys ready for this one? Auction starts Friday at noon!

Flash Giveaway!


Hey guys! I have a great giveaway for you. Jacqueline Rhoades was kind enough to donate a signed copy of her contemporary romance Preston’s Mill to the auction, and I’m giving you guys a chance to win it! All you have to do is leave a comment on this post. I’ll pick a winner at midnight.

About the book:

Preston's MillWhen her disastrous marriage ends in the most humiliating way, Meg Hanson doesn’t know what to do or who to turn to. Unhappy with her life as it was and unwilling to become what her mother and sister envision, she retreats to the little Appalachian town of Prestons Mill, the place where her father was raised. Meg has promised herself six months away from the influences of home to find out who she is and what she really wants out of life.

Her Great Aunt Annie doesn’t hold with such nonsense, but she does believe that good food, hard work and fresh country air have the power to heal the soul and she sees in Meg a soul that belongs to the mountain.

Coming from wealth and privilege, Meg isn’t sure at first what to make of a place where much of your wardrobe comes from Gorton’s Farm Supply and the only coffee available is what’s brewed at the Downtown Café. However, it doesn’t take long for her to become attached to the people of Prestons Mill with their blunt honesty and strange speech or to reluctantly fall for the boy who kissed her under the apple tree when she was only ten. He’s grown into an intriguing man with problems of his own.

JT Preston is burdened with his family’s past sins, sins that prevent him from seeking the life he’s always envied and longed for. Annie thinks this is nonsense, too, and sets about bringing Meg and JT together, but nothing is ever as easy as it sounds.

When a coal company makes plans to begin mining the mountain, Meg and JT find themselves in the middle of the battle between those who consider it progress and those who see it as the end of a way of life. Greed rears its head, people are hurt and lives are endangered, Meg’s most of all.

About the Author:

jrJacqueline, known as Jackie to her friends, lives in rural southern Ohio with one lovable husband, one spoiled dog and one disinterested cat. She believes coffee is a food group and therefore necessary to survival. She always has a pot brewing. When not writing, she can usually be found with her nose in someone else’s book or working in her garden. She also spends a great deal of time chasing deer and rabbits who apparently also like gardening.
Jackie loves hearing from her readers and is always willing to chat. She can be reached through her website, or at