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Saturday, March 13, 2021

Book Blitz & Giveaway ~ Goddesses Inc. by Autumn Bardot


Goddesses Inc.
Autumn Bardot
Publication date: March 11th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary

Divinity was their destiny. Now mortality is their fate.

Mnem has everything. A glamorous lifestyle, beauty, family, and immortality. But she doesn’t have a platform. Or followers. Or relevance. Which is why Mnemosyne, goddess of remembrance and mother of the nine muses, is fired.

Mnem isn’t the only one. Three other goddesses are also up a mortal creek without a divine paddle. Now they must build a life—a real one.

Although their divinity is gone, their soul and courage remain. But mortal life is so frustrating! As the four ex-goddesses struggle to find friendship, love, and purpose, mortals get in the way. Sexy mortals. Obnoxious mortals. And dangerous ones. Before they have a chance to get a handle on the whole mortality thing, their lives take an unexpected turn with an epic decision. One with deadly consequences.

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EXCERPT:

“You are no longer relevant, Mnemosyne. No one knows who you are or what you are the goddess of.”

Mnem touched her chest. “I’m Mnemosyne, Greek goddess of memory.”

Shee’s lips twitched. “I know who you are.”

“I—”

Shee held out a silencing palm. “Do you have a brand?”

“A what?”

Shee produced a cellphone from the folds of her kaftan and pushed the device across the desk. “A brand. A platform. Do you have followers?”

Mnem glanced at the cellphone. “What kind of followers?”

“Social media followers.” Shee tapped the phone with a long oval-shaped nail. “Twitter. InstaPic. Snap chat. Facebook.”

“I…” A Charybdis whirlpool churned in Mnem’s belly.

“You’re a goddess and you don’t have a twitter account, let alone a blue checkmark.”

“Neither do you,” Mnem shot back.

Shee laughed, a beautifully ugly sound devoid of mirth. “I don’t need one. I am All.”

Mnem felt the roiling waters move upwards. “You asked me here to tell me to get a social media account?”

“No.” Shee crossed her arms. “FEM and MAS are merging.”

MAS, Masculine Alliance Sodality. The cosmic counterpart.

Shee stretched her arm to the vista beyond, to the landscape of skyscrapers, factories, buildings, and domiciles. “The world is always changing. We change with it.”

Don’t throw up. “What does that mean?”

Shee lowered her arm, the kaftan’s fabric fluttering into perfect drapes around her. “It means, Mnemosyne, that we must clean house. Downsize. Free ourselves from goddesses and gods who are no longer relevant.”

“I’m relevant.” Mnem squeaked, her voice without relevancy.

“No, you’re not.” Shee’s mouth formed into her famous smile-frown. Pitying. Beneficent. Empathetic. And terrifying. “Darling, you haven’t been relevant for a thousand years.”

“I’ll change.” Mnem slid her phone from her metallic goatskin Chanel purse. “I’ll create a…a brand. I’ll start an account. How difficult can it be to get a blue checkmark?”

Shee sighed. “It’s too late.”

“What do you mean?” Mnem’s divine bones chilled to ice. “Are you firing me?”

“I prefer the term dismissed.” Shee crossed one leg over the other. “You’re one of many. MAS and I are streamlining. Redundancy is neither expedient nor prudent.”

All the air whooshed out of Mnem. Her belly constricted. Her bowels twisted. “What will happen to me?” Mnem’s voice cracked. Sounded human. A voice strangled by fear.

Shee graced her with another ghastly pitying smile. “You are now barred from FEM. All your privileges revoked forthwith. Don’t look so mortified, Mnem. This is your doing after all. You had choices.” Shee’s finger tapped the air. “You’ve always had choices. You chose to do nothing.”

Mnem squared her shoulders. “I am the mother of the nine muses.” Dear goddess, I sound pathetic.

“That’s not enough anymore.” Shee’s fingers fluttered in the air. “Look at you. Wearing all the latest designer clothing. You keep current with fashion. Have the newest phone. Enjoy an extremely active social and sexual life.”

“People love me.”

“No darling, you’ve become arm candy and a good time for a miles-long string of interesting mortal men.”


Author Bio:

Autumn Bardot is a multi-genre author who writes stories about fearless women and dangerous passions. She has taught literary analysis and writing for almost twenty years. This year Autumn is a presenter at the Historical Novel Society conference. Autumn was the featured author on Stoya's Book Club; has an article on BooksbyWomen.org; and was a guest speaker on several podcasts, library panels, and writing clubs. Autumn is currently writing her next novel and posting informational videos on her YouTube channel.

Autumn has a passion for history and a special affinity for the unsung courageous females that history neglects or misunderstands. She lives in Southern California with her husband and ever-growing family. She wishes she was one-tenth as brave as the women she writes about.

Autumn also writes as LZ Marie.

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Wednesday, April 3, 2019

Book Blitz & Giveaway ~ The Impaler's Wife by Autumn Bardot



Part of a Fearless Women in History series
Historical fiction, Historical Romance, Gothic Romance
Published Date: April 3, 2019

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The year is 1464 and young King Matthias controls Hungary, his family, and the fate of the world’s most notorious political prisoner, Prince Vlad Dracula. 

 Ilona Szilรกgy, the king’s cousin, is young and ambitious. Dracula is determined to marry into the Hunyadi family. It is love at first sight…but the king has other plans. The Impaler Prince, however, never takes no for an answer.

This begins Ilona’s journey into the treacherous world of court intrigues, family betrayals, and her husband’s dark desires. Eager to become Vlad’s trusted confidant, Ilona soon discovers that marriage to man tortured by his past comes with a price.

Woven throughout is a peek into the life and times of one of the world’s most enigmatic and maligned rulers…the man before the legend.

With Bardot’s decadent period detail and a cast of gritty evocative characters, The Impaler’s Wife offers a fierce yet sensuous glimpse into the violent 15th century.


 
Excerpt

Once again, his gaze ensnares me. I cannot look away, his eyes wolf-like with intensity. The green depths convey lust, determination, but also a hidden sorrow. My heart clenches. I want to touch his face, comfort him, understand his grief. And yet I do not move, can barely draw breath. I am captured heart, mind, and soul.


“This is boring. Shall we dance?” Margit offers her arm.

Dracula is slow to loop Margit’s arm through his. But perhaps his seeming reluctance is my own wishful thinking.

As they stroll toward the dance floor, I stand rooted to the ground, controlled breaths doing little to cool my heated annoyance at Margit. Never before have I felt a connection to a man. Never before did a man look at me with such desire. Never before have Margit and I been competitors. It is a rivalry I have no practice at.

With Margit clutching his arm, Prince Vlad stops and makes a slow pivot. “Lady Ilona, will you join us?”

“Happily.”

Though he waits in the shadows beyond the fire basket’s radiance, I feel our connection, like a quivering string or a taut ribbon. I move forward, reeled in by a man with a dark past.

After dancing with Margit, Prince Vlad asks me to take a turn about the floor. We clap in sync with the other dancers and I circle around him, our eyes locked on one another. He makes me feel like I am the only one in the room. I blush and grin, my cheeks fevered under his gaze. Though I know every step of this dance I am unprepared for what happens next.

Prince Vlad takes my hand, his strong warm fingers enclosing mine. The jolt races up my arm and bursts like a dam through my body. My skin is washed with a sparkling sensation, skin and limbs stirred with the thrill of his touch. The next step brings us too close—kissing close—and I smell his scent. Rosemary, leather, forest, and man. Surely, he hears my heart knocking against my bodice. Prince Vlad inhales deeply and bends his head into my neck. I gasp with desire, want to feel the graze of his cheek or tickle of his moustache against my skin.

Instead he shifts about, his brazen move but a momentary disruption in the dance steps.

“Is that how they dance in Wallachia?” I ask when we next clasp hands.

“That is how I dance with a beautiful woman.” His fingers warm around mine. 


About the Author

Autumn Bardot writes smart erotica and historical fiction about sassy women, spicy sex, and daring passions!
 
Her erotica includes Legends of Lust, ( Cleis Press )and Confessions Of A Sheba Queen ( Cleis Jan 2020).  Autumn has a BA in English literature and a MaEd in curriculum and instruction. She’s been teaching writing and literary analysis for fourteen years. Autumn lives in Southern California with her hubby, rescue pooch, and ever-increasing family.  Her favorite things include salty French fries, coffee, swimming, and a great book.
 
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Monday, March 11, 2019

Book Blitz and Giveaway ~ Legends of Lust: Erotic Myths from around the World by Autumn Bardot


Legends of Lust: Erotic Myths from around the World
Autumn Bardot
Publication date: January 8th 2019
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Who knew the ancient world could be so downright… arousing?

Like uncovering a sexy diamond in the rough, Legends of Lust reveals the fiery passions lying dormant behind your favorite mythological stories. This adults-only, debut collection of fourteen steamy, erotic short stories by Autumn Bardot is an explosion of sexy, nasty, and romantic retellings that will take your love of myths to a whole new level.

Odysseus, a mere man, becomes a god-like master of the tease in the eyes of the sex-starved and eternally lustful goddess, Calypso. The tale of Amazonian queen, Hippolyta, and Theseus gives “love-at-first-sight” a whole new meaning that will enthrall your senses. The encounter between Vishvamitra and Menaka takes them to explosive new levels of bodily nirvana. And Gilgamesh, the mighty god-king, sends temple prostitute Shamhat to tame a wild man, but instead he teaches her something about man’s most primal instincts… and is not left wanting.

Run wild in your personal Elysian Fields of pleasure with this spicy, irreverent peek into the sensual world of our most beloved gods, heroes, fairies, and shape shifters from every corner of the earth.

 
EXCERPT
 
“Diplomatic Necessities” excerpt from Legends of Lust
 
We are two powerful, wealthy rulers and yet we act like shy servants. An odd sensation quivers between us like an archer’s bow. Or rather it feels like a sling—the kind shepherds use to launch rocks at their prey—spinning faster and faster, the rock in the leather pouch awaiting its explosive release. I look at Solomon and see the man, not the king. He looks at me in the same way. Imperial obligations and artifices dissipate like the first drop of rain in the desert. We are man and woman with desires that smolder beneath our opulent clothes and jeweled crowns.
 
I am not prepared for this, had not expected he would exude such raw masculinity. The man practically smoldered.
 
“Once again,” I incline my head. “I am honored by your hospitality.”
 
Solomon smiles, not the practiced, formal smile of a ruler but a genuine smile that crinkles the corner of his eyes. It’s a wide, endearing grin that warms my heart and heats my loins.
 
“This way,” Solomon says escorting me through the chambers. “After the meal, you will be shown to your quarters.”
 
Following a good distance behind, our retinue of dignitaries and attendants are unusually silent. They prefer eavesdropping to idle chatter.
 
“Your palace is beyond compare,” I whisper, mindful of a hundred curious ears.
 
“As is your beauty.” Solomon steps so close our mantles brush together. “I must confess, I am already smitten.”
 
I arch an eyebrow. “So soon? Such swift emotion explains the thousand wives and concubines you keep.”
 
Solomon winces as though he had stepped on a sharp rock. “Diplomatic necessities. Nothing more.”
 
“You must have a broader definition of diplomacy than we.”
 
Solomon laughs, its deep tones like a caress at the back of my neck.
 
“How does the Queen of Sheba define it?” His side- ways glance contains the perfect blend of humor and respect.
 
“The art of making people feel respected and valued.” I struggle to stay serious. His charm quite sweeps me away. “Of finding satisfying ways to mend relationships, and establishing amity and partnerships.”
 
“I achieved all this by acquiring wives and concubines. How do you? Are you married?”
 
“You know I am not.”
 
“Does the high priestess of Almaqah foreswear men?”
 
Author Bio
Autumn Bardot writes smart, sexy erotica and historical fiction about sassy women, spicy sex, and daring romances!

She also writes paranormal romances under a pseudonym. Autumn has a BA in English literature, a MaEd, and teaches literary analysis.

When Autumn is not writing or working, you'll find her hanging out with her ever-growing family, spoiled husband, and pampered rescue maltipoo.

Autumn's favorite things include salty French fries, a good foamy cup of coffee, chocolate, swimming, and a great book.

 
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