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Thursday, 19 June 2014

Hidden Messages by Michelle Robbins

What has always interested me about Horror’s subgenre, Hauntings, is the focus of spinning a morality tale.  Certainly, an author works to enhance the creep factor, done by Horror’s inversion of normalcy, but within the spectrum of haunted fiction there is always a sense that a message is trying to get through.  (Apropos to “haunting” itself?)  An author of that sub-genre is challenged with two fundamental questions:  What do I want to say?  What message is so critical for a soul to split the veil between worlds to tell it?

The questions above—both asked and answered—are what makes for powerful, extraordinary fiction. (Will anyone ever forget, “That’s a big Twinkie”?)  There are some things that we, humanity, will always wonder about.  Those are the archetypal topics often found in “haunted” fiction.

For me, I used Stir of Souls to discuss two critical messages.  One, an ongoing sickening act found in the human flesh trade, the stealing of intersexed and pre-surgery transsexual teenagers for the darkest of tastes; and two, the loss of a relationship.

It’s no secret that the Michelle Robbins books are arguments against the loathsome criminality of childhood abuse.  I believe that only Ides of March and Rockin’ the ‘Nog don’t contain these elements. Everything else I’ve produced for Amber Quill (Allure as well as Heat) touches on the lifelong consequences of childhood abuse.  As such, it’s no surprise that Stir of Souls reaches into this often-painful area as well. 

There, I discussed Kleinfelter’s.

Kleinfelter’s is a genetic complexity of the male/female chromosomes.  Basically, a boy baby is born with two XX chromosomes.  Thus, he is (in layman’s terms) half boy and half girl (ie: XXY). For some this is the Holy Grail of perversions.  Criminals steal these teens and market them to the highest bidder.  The villains have also have been known to hormonally induce lactation in order to fulfill this perversion’s highest fantasy.

When I read about this, I screamed in horror and had nightmares for months.  As a survivor of the Triple Crown of childhood abuses, my mind cringed from the reality.  In many ways, and with respect to different perversions, poor Sven’s story could have been mine. 

This phenomenon is horrible, horrifying, and sickening.  It must be brought to light and expunged. As such, it was a perfect topic for Horror/Hauntings. 

Atop of that, I was in the midst of severing the relationship I’d written about inside In Training. Nothing negative or anything, my Seth and I simply faced divergent life paths.  I wish him nothing but the best, as I’m sure he wishes the same for me. 

Both he and I are metaphysically based and our views on life are somewhat skewered for a different reality.  The life questions of “why” are often viewed through a different lens than many. In our understanding, we know people in “this” life just as we knew them in the past life…and the future one. People will always find familiar souls; with those souls the challenges of “this incarnation” are faced, experienced, and resolved. 

So, it came to pass that both he and I realized that what we’d needed to learn from each other had been learned.  Consequently, it was time to move on to the next life lesson but make no mistake, it’s hard.  I will miss him and will always search for him.  Such is the connection I believe that exists between us. 

For Stir of Souls, I delivered that metaphysical lesson via the ghost’s visitations to our hero, Luis. For me, was there anything more important to say to the living than how much you love them? I can’t think of a thing beyond that.  Readers will find that message in the chapter’s headings as well as narrated via what transpired between Luis and Seven.

I cried my way through Stir of Souls but by the end of the story I felt a sense of peace, a sense of healing.  I had the strength to move on with my life without regret.  It is my hope Stir of Souls reaches out to you, dear readers, and touches your hearts as well. 

The answers for many life’s questions and challenges is simple.  LOVE.

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Stir of Souls by Michelle Robbins is now available at Amber Allure.

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Sunday, 15 June 2014

LATEST PAX RELEASE - Haunting Words

Genres: Gay (M/M) Paranormal Romance

The titles listed below comprise the Haunting Words AmberPax™ Collection. Buy all five together and receive a 35% discount! To purchase any of the titles individually, click on the covers below to go to the books' separate pages. 

The Ghost of Get Me Some Corners
The Ghost of Get Me Some Corners
by A.J. Llewellyn & D.J. Manly
Novella
(Gay)
No Angel
No Angel
by Clare London
Extended Novella
(Gay)
The Paranormal Detection Agency
The Paranormal Detection Agency
by Anne Brooke
Novella
(Gay)
Stir of Souls
Stir of Souls
by Michelle Robbins
Extended Amber Kiss
(Gay)
Vibrations
Vibrations
by L.A. Witt
Extended Amber Kiss
(Gay)

 
In conjunction with our newest release, we will be having a giveaway! Any comment made from today throughout the week (6/15-6/20) will be eligible to win the entire pax collection. A winner will be picked at random on Saturday from all comments received.

Thursday, 12 June 2014

Stir of Souls by Michelle Robbins

On one side of the Atlantic exists a gorgeous abductee consigned to horrors aboard a modern-day slaver’s transport. Wrapped in unspeakable torments of body and soul, Sven struggles to keep alive the small children who shared his prison, at the cost of his own life, if necessary.

On the other side of the Atlantic lives a cop determined to rescue victims before the worst happens. Luis’ efforts, however, fall short, and he discovers Sven among the dead. Agonized, tormented, Luis struggles to find meaning in these horrific events and questions why he’s been called so strongly to someone he’s never met.

True, Luis has never met Sven in this lifetime, but their souls have known and loved in past lives, and they may do so again if Sven’s ghost has any say in the matter...

Genres: Gay/Paranormal/Ghosts/Hauntings/Interracial/Multicultural
Heat Level: 3
Advisory: This book contains some subject matter that may not be suitable for the more sensitive reader.
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (14k words) 


Read a short excerpt...


...Uncomfortable moments passed as Luis waited for his body to acclimate. When it did, he counted fifty beds. Thirteen stood empty, but for a wafer-thin mattress. Thirty-seven had a dirty sheet and a threadbare, warehouse-type blanket. No pillows. No bathroom either, just the pots.

Six backyard storage sheds had been erected against the eastern wall. “Testing rooms,” they were called in the lingo used by these freaks. Evidence teams worked each one, determined to discover, retrieve, and log each microbe of DNA and strand of hair.

Ditto those who worked the main room and investigated every centimeter.

Christ, he loved those lab geeks. They’d rescued more delicate cases than he could count.

Pushed against the southern wall was a shipping container, the kind that carried light industrial or dry and packaged supplies. Red and rectangular, the steel loomed with chilling and merciless sentiment. It looked like the kind that rode ships and trains worldwide. It also looked like the walls of the container that had held Sven, visible on that hell-born video feed.

It had been shoved inside the warehouse in an obvious attempt to conceal its presence. Therefore, it followed that the container held something illegal. And since it was inside this particular warehouse, that “illegal something” was obvious: abducted kids of various ages, races, and gender. Furthermore, it was a hive of activity for the coroner teams, who moved in and out the barn-style doors.

Fifty beds. Thirty-seven used. No one still occupied a bunk bed. Coroner teams marched in and out. The kid had said, “He’s with the others.”

“No!” The word tore from Luis’ throat.

He moved across the warehouse floor by following a path lined by the yellow-and-black police tape and pushed his way past a score of workers to get inside the container. The miasma of death slammed into Luis with the first breath.

The front section was littered with trash, small nests of cloth—blankets?—and corners full of soiled newspapers, vomit, and more waste. The rear section crawled with personnel, who inched their way between bodies.

Dead bodies.

Madonna,” Luis whispered. “Por favor, grant them eternal peace.”

He chanted the prayer like a rosary ritual with every step he took toward the dead. He’d been too late! Merciful God, how could such evil exist within Your creation? He’d prayed… God knew how hard he’d prayed. “Please let me get there in time…” Useless.

Why had his prayers been denied? Why had He let these children be stolen and murdered? Why?

“Villanueva? Over here.”

One of the cotton swab-looking workers waved at him. It took a moment before his brain could find the necessary synaptic bridge to recognize his captain’s voice. Dumont stood beside a blanket-draped body and waved Luis toward him.

“Over here,” called Dumont. “I think we’ve found your boy—er, found the Jorvik abductee.”

Luis forced himself to cross the distance and did so with heavy, careless footsteps. In the back of his mind was a vague squawk regarding the potential damage to evidence. In the forefront, however, all he could focus on was his failure.

He hadn’t been in time. Sven was gone.

When Luis was close enough, Dumont leaned over and pulled back the concealing blanket. Sven, that beautiful boy, lay on the floor in cold, stiff death. Luis fell to his knees as the truth hit him with conclusive force. He’d tried, but in the end, his best hadn’t been good enough...