I saw this on a Face Book Friend's wall this morning
Well? What are you waiting for?
Go!
Write!
10/25/2013
Where Hard Boiled Meets Erotic
This week, I have an amazing deal for you. You can get the first four Pulp Friction 2013 books at All Romance eBooks for only 99 cents each!
Pulp Friction is an
adventure in M/M serial fiction that combines mystery, romance, and erotic
overtones with dark, rough around the edges men who'd do anything for each
other- and the men they love.
Join
Chance, Zack, Wick and Marcus in Pulp Friction 2013's shared world. Discover
danger, despair, and enough love to make it all turn out right…
if
you can hang on to the end!
10/24/2013
Deal Update: 99 Cent Sale
Hey everyone!
Just wanted to let you know that my publisher, Breathless Press, is offering my paranormal werewolf story, Saint's Curse for 99 cents for the next seven days. Sale will end on Wednesday October 30th.
"As well as great characters and a well written plot with some nice twists, there was also plenty of hot male/male sex scenes, and some sparkling dialogue, including a couple of truly memorable lines. All up, an excellent book, well worth reading."
"very highly recommend this book and give it 4.5 stars! The writing is outstanding, with a captivating story and wonderful characters... This fast-paced story is refreshingly unique. There is a bit of a paranormal twist to the story, but it's a little different from the norm.... There's action, mystery, and a touch of suspense, as well as tender romance and sizzling hot passion."
Just wanted to let you know that my publisher, Breathless Press, is offering my paranormal werewolf story, Saint's Curse for 99 cents for the next seven days. Sale will end on Wednesday October 30th.
Luke Leveraux hates seeing suspicion darken Jeremy St. James's
eyes when he leaves for his monthly hunting trip, but some secrets just can't
be shared.
On the surface artist Luke Leveraux has it all: money, a
fantastic historical home, talent. When his boyfriend Jeremy moves in, his life
should have been perfect. But Luke's hunting expeditions are a cover for
something much darker, and he doesn't dare expose his lover to this
unpredictable side of his life.
Art teacher Jeremy St. James has always known about his lover's
hunting trips. He just expected that they would stop when he moved in with
Luke. Or, at the very least, that he might be included in the monthly
excursions.
Someone else knows Luke's secret, though. Someone determined to
put an end to the situation.
EXCERPT
Excerpt
It
was another of those mornings when Luke awoke, washing blood from his hands. He
stared into the cracked sink basin and shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and
pink washed-out blood swirled down the drain. The blinding light from the
single bare bulb above the small mirror hurt his eyes. He hated his face in
that mirror more than the blood washing through the drain.
His
muscles ached, his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold
washed over him. Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his
eyes tightly shut. The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the
toilet bowl, gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night
before came back up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea
cramped his belly, he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor
abraded his bare knees, but he didn't care.
Shards
of gritty bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the
coppery scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the
toilet repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he
rested his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than
to sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the
transformation caused, he had to shower.
Luke
dragged himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking
hand past the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried
blood matted his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit,
mingled with the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was
empty. He had to shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the
cabin. He'd never sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around
him.
"As well as great characters and a well written plot with some nice twists, there was also plenty of hot male/male sex scenes, and some sparkling dialogue, including a couple of truly memorable lines. All up, an excellent book, well worth reading."
Mrs Condit & Friends Read Books Gives Saint's Curse 4 Sweet Peas!
Reviewed by Lady McNeill
"It was very erotic and yet equally touching. Luke was a great blend of an alpha male in bed yet he is dealing with his insecurities about what he is"
Reviewed by Lady McNeill
"It was very erotic and yet equally touching. Luke was a great blend of an alpha male in bed yet he is dealing with his insecurities about what he is"
"very highly recommend this book and give it 4.5 stars! The writing is outstanding, with a captivating story and wonderful characters... This fast-paced story is refreshingly unique. There is a bit of a paranormal twist to the story, but it's a little different from the norm.... There's action, mystery, and a touch of suspense, as well as tender romance and sizzling hot passion."
Reviewed by Sammy at Joyfully Jay
"...intensely hot lovemaking scenes, and the richly detailed inner emotions of the two men and their journey together. I highly recommend Saint's Curse by Lee Brazil. It is a beautiful story of love triumphing over the dark and well worth the read."
"...intensely hot lovemaking scenes, and the richly detailed inner emotions of the two men and their journey together. I highly recommend Saint's Curse by Lee Brazil. It is a beautiful story of love triumphing over the dark and well worth the read."
"If you are looking for a romance with a unique spin on the everyday shifter story, Saint's Curse: Luke is definitely the book for you! ... it has an interesting, freshness to the storyline and with the characters' situation itself that kept me interested in the book from the very first page to the last word." Recommended.
Crawl in Bed With Amanda Young
Crawling Into Bed With Amanda Young And a Good Book
Only the best Egyptian cotton sheets in my house. Silk is nice to the touch, but no good for traction. :D
What are you wearing?
Clothes in bed? Never. You can’t work up any body heat with all those fabrics in the way.
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Hmm… Good question. How about something salty and sweet? I’m thinking a bowl of ripe strawberries and a little chocolate sauce sounds scrumptious. And if the chocolate drips anywhere interesting and needs to be cleaned up, well…that can be our little secret.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
The usual amenities can be found secreted away in my nightstand. A hot pink Nook, a couple of bottles of different kinds of liquids to make things interesting, and roll of antacids for when things get too hot.
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
I kick the covers right off. Since I’m so hot-natured, you’d be more than welcome to snuggle up against me and warm whatever bits need a little heating up.
What are we reading?
My latest novella, Windfall is perfect for a quick evening read before bed. Here’s the blurb and a sneak peek to wet your appetite.
Landon and Daniel have been best friends since grade school. Through thick and thin, they’ve always been able to rely on each other. So it only seems natural for Landon to step in and offer assistance when Daniel has a run of bad luck.
Moving in together and splitting the bills seems like a simple solution to Daniel’s financial problems. However, sharing close quarters makes it difficult to keep less than platonic feelings on the down low.
The line between friends and lovers blurs during a late night moment of weakness fueled by alcohol, leaving both men on uneven ground. Just when they think they have things worked out and might have a shot at something more than friendship, a sudden shared windfall provokes all new complications that could end more than the new physical side of their relationship.
Daniel had beat off more in the last month since Landon
had moved in with him than he had since he’d discovered porn right after
hitting puberty. He was going to develop Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in his right
wrist if something didn’t give soon.
Otherwise, he loved having Landon around more
often. It was so nice to come home and find someone waiting for him after a
fruitless day of applying for positions he was either over or under-qualified
to get. When Landon was home, they hung out, watched movies, and just generally
bullshitted with each other. It was almost like they were teenagers again.
Daniel loved it and didn’t want to contemplate what would happen when Landon
decided to move out. He’d gotten accustomed to having the house to himself
since his mom passed away, but he hadn’t realized how much he missed living
with someone until Landon came along to chase away the doldrums.
The only problem was that his unwanted attraction
toward Landon had reared its ugly head again and was refusing to be ignored.
The more time he spent with his buddy, the more he was tormented with thoughts
and feelings he’d rather avoid. Once upon a time, he’d been in love with his
best friend. Landon had been all he could think about. Then Landon came out and
started going through men faster than he changed socks.
Daniel had been forced to accept the fact that they
both wanted very different things out of life. He wanted to find someone to
settle down with, maybe even adopt a couple of kids way on down the road. Landon,
however, seemed comfortable on his own and only went out in search of men to
scratch his itches. A relationship between them would be like mixing oil and
water. It just wouldn’t work. Worse, if they tried and failed, it would mean
the end of a lifelong friendship Daniel treasured. He couldn’t take that risk.
Not that Landon had ever shown the slightest
interest in Daniel that way anyhow.
Daniel shook his head as he stirred a little fresh oregano
into the tomato sauce he was preparing. He had to get over his attraction to Landon.
Now. Before he fucked up everything.
He turned down the heat under the pot and put the
lid on top so the sauce could simmer a bit while he finished up the noodles and
cheese toast. Spaghetti was quick and filling and they both liked Italian food.
His mom had made sauce from scratch, but Daniel had never gotten the hang of
that. He didn’t have the patience. Instead, he bought jars of the stuff from
the store and added some green pepper, onions, and a few key spices to make it
taste better. The end result was a far cry from his mom’s pasta, but it would
suffice. Better than buying canned ravioli and cheaper than going out to eat.
He was just pulling the toast from the oven when
the front door rattled open and then slammed closed.
Landon entered the kitchen in baggy gray shorts and
a white tank top drenched in sweat from his run. He offered Danny a smile as he
pulled the hem of his shirt up to mop moisture from his face. “Something smells
good in here and I know it’s not me. Damn, it’s hot out today.”
“You’ve got that right.” Danny laughed. “And you
have good timing. Spaghetti’s almost done.”
“Great.” Landon grabbed a glass out of the cabinet
and carried it to the fridge. “I’m starving.” He poured himself a glass of
sweet tea and took a long drink.
Daniel watched his friend’s Adam’s apple bob as he
swallowed and then quickly turned away, mortified at his body’s response to
something so innocent. Since when did watching someone take a drink give him
wood? He’d like to blame his physical response on some kind of kinky neck
fetish, but the truth wasn’t so simple. These days Landon could sneeze and
Daniel’s trouser pup would sit up and beg.
Landon’s glass clanked as he set it on the table.
“Is there time for me to jump in the shower before we eat?”
“Sure. Go ahead.” Dinner would keep for a few
minutes and the time would give Daniel a chance to cool his jets. Landon should
have looked gross dripping with sweat, his black hair damn near matted to his
head, but Daniel’s libido didn’t mind one bit. Hell, if anything the
perspiration was a turn-on. It made Daniel think of all the ways they could
work up some good steam together.
“Thanks. I’ll be quick.” Landon rushed from the
room.
A second later, Daniel heard the hot water heart
chug into action as the water was turned on in the bathroom. He did not think
about what Landon must look like in the shower, with hot fluid pouring down
over his taut, overheated flesh. Concentrating on washing up a few of the pots
and pans he’d used to make dinner took all of his focus.
All too soon, Landon returned to the kitchen
dressed in a pair of loose white drawstring pants. “Is there anything left I
can help with?”
“Everything’s done.” Daniel set the pot he’d just
rinsed in the drainer by the sink. He grabbed bowls out of the cabinet and set
to work filling them. “I just have to dish it up. You can put the toast on
plates if you want, though.”
“All right.” Landon moved around Daniel, taking out
two plates and getting the toast off the cookie sheet. “Is everything okay?”
“Sure.” Daniel shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Just asking.”
“Oh.” Daniel set their bowls on the table, pulled
out his chair, and took a seat. “Well, everything is fine. Same shit, different
day. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, I do. Things will get better, man. You’ll
see.” Landon followed suit, sitting across from Daniel. “Thanks for cooking
dinner.”
“It wasn’t any trouble.” He liked cooking now that
it wasn’t just him around to eat. Cooking for one sucked.
“Did you have any luck today?”
“No. Not really.” Nowhere was hiring. He’d even
broken down and hit the local restaurants, thinking someone must need kitchen
help, but apparently everyone was fully staffed at the moment. “I did apply at
a few of the temporary agencies. They said they’d call if anything came in that
I was qualified to do.”
“That’s good.” Landon nodded and offered a smile
around a mouthful of noodles. He swallowed and took a sip of his drink. “I’m
sure you’ll be getting a call any day now.”
“Yeah.” Daniel tucked into his food, not wanting to
discuss his employment status. He was tired of listening to himself complain
about it, so he could only imagine how Landon felt hearing the same broken
record replay time and again.
They ate in companionable silence until Landon let
out a long groan and pushed his empty bowl away. “Oh man. I’m stuffed. I should
have ate a little slower.”
“You think?” Daniel laughed. “You just huffed down
two slices of toast and a bowl of spaghetti in under five minutes.”
“Hey, now… I couldn’t help myself. It was good.”
“Not that good.” Daniel finished off his own
helping and used his last piece of toast to soak up the tomato sauce.
“Better than anything I can make. I’d have moved in
sooner if I’d known you were going to feed me like this.”
Something about knowing he’d satisfied Landon in
some small way appealed to Daniel. “I hate to think what you’ve been eating if
you think this is gourmet cooking.”
“If you can deep fry it or microwave it, I’m your
man. Otherwise, I’m clueless.” Landon pushed back his chair and rose to his
feet. “However, I can help out by doing the dishes.”
“You don’t have to. I’ve already cleaned most of
them.”
“It’s no biggie, Danny. Hell, it’s the least I can
do since you cooked. It’s not like I have anything else pressing to do until I
have to be at work later.”
“Suit yourself. I think I’m going to grab a quick
shower and change before I flop on the couch for the evening.” His
scintillating night was going to consist of watching brain-numbing television
and feeling sorry for himself.
“As exciting as that sounds…” Landon spoke as he
gathered up the plates and cups and carried them over to the sink. “Why don’t
you skip the prime-time lineup on cable and come hang out at the club? You can
sit at the bar and keep me company. We can make fun of the drunks like we used
to before Perry came along and started sucking up all your free time.”
“I don’t think so,” Daniel said, his gut clenching
at the mention of his ex. As many times as they’d broken up and gotten back
together, it was really over for good this time. While he couldn’t say he was
heartbroken over the loss, he did miss Perry. The other man was fun to hang out
with when things were good between them, and the sex… God, Daniel missed the
sex. Jacking off was a poor substitute for a lover. “You’ll be busy and I don’t
really have the money to spend on going out.”
“Come on, buddy. It’ll be my treat.” Landon moved behind
Daniel and palmed his shoulders, rubbing and kneading. “You need to get out of
the house.”
Daniel wanted to melt into a puddle of goo beneath Landon’s
persuasive hands. His muscles warmed and softened, relaxing under the firm
massaging caresses. He closed his eyes and leaned back into Landon’s touch,
enjoying the contact while it lasted. What he wouldn’t give to have Landon
touch him and mean it… He could imagine how much better things would feel if Landon’s
intent was to work Daniel up into a frenzy of lust before pouncing on him and
dragging him off to bed where they would strip down and continue to touch each
other all over until nothing but making love would satisfy their needs. Daniel
would force Landon onto his hands and knees and eat his ass until he was begging
and pleading for more, then…
“Well? What do you think?” Landon’s hands stilled
on Daniel’s shoulders.
“Huh?” Daniel leaned his head back and blinked up
at Landon.
“Was I putting you to sleep?” Landon smile down at
him. “What do you think about coming down to the bar?”
“I…um…” Daniel shook his head, trying to dislodge
the fantasy that had taken root there. “I don’t think so, Landon. Another time
maybe.”
Landon frowned and released his hold on Daniel.
“All right, then. If you change your mind, the offer stands.”
“Thanks anyway,” Daniel said. Although he hated to
disappoint his friend, he couldn’t stomach the thought of sitting idly by all
evening while Landon flirted with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Landon was young,
single, and on the prowl for fun. He was welcome to do what he liked. Daniel
wanted Landon to be happy. However, that didn’t mean Daniel wanted a ringside
view of whoever the flavor of the night turned out to be. He could barely
stomach listening to Landon go on and on about all of his hookups. He didn’t
need a live preview of the coming attractions. He knew he was being stupid. He
didn’t have the right to be jealous. He never had. They’d never been more than
friends. His feelings on the matter wouldn’t listen to reason. Whether Landon
was his or not didn’t seem to matter to his stubborn heart.
Buy links:
All Romance eBooks:
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Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Windfall-ebook/dp/B00CYN7HXE/
For more information about Amanda and her books, please visit her website at www.amandayoung.org
10/23/2013
WIP Wednesday : Insomnia
This week I'm working on edits for a few stories I'd love to get out this month and early next month, so I don't have an actual WIP to share with you today. Instead, here's a bit of a flash- longish, about 1250 words- that is on my "Expand this someday" list. Meet Zeke and Jordan.
You can also pick up the first book in my Pulp Friction series on sale at Smashwords this month!
Insomnia
Flash
Fiction
Copyright
2013 @Lee Brazil
"I
can't sleep." Zeke yawned and belatedly covered his mouth with his hand as
he noticed his host's eyes narrowing. Of course, his modesty would have been
better served clutching his shirt closed over his thong underwear, but since he
couldn't sleep…
"Maybe,"
Frosty disapproval echoed in Jordan's voice and his eyes were cold enough Zeke
had to resist the urge to shiver. "You're just used to having someone else
in bed with you."
And
now he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes at his best friend's big brother's
prudish attitude. "I don't think that's the problem, Jordy. I sleep alone
plenty." Where the hell had Jordan McIntosh gotten the idea he was some
sort of slut anyway?
"You
forget I had the pleasure of being your next door neighbor for three years,"
Jordan's lips curled in a sneer. "The parade of men in and out of your
door…"
Blinking,
Zeke sipped the whisky in his tumbler and remembered those days. During
college, he and Perry had lived in a duplex that Perry's parents owned. The
unit next to theirs had been occupied by Perry's older brother Jordan, who had
been ordered by his father to keep an eye on the young boys and keep them out
of trouble. "That wasn't just my door." He pointed out calmly. He
could say more, but the truth of the matter was that if Perry hadn't told his
brother about his gay adventures during their years of schooling, then it
certainly wasn't Zeke's place to do it.
"Oh,
right. Perry is straight, or have you forgotten he's getting married next
weekend? Which is why you," This was accompanied by a derisive, assessing
glance that left Zeke's skin tingling, "are sleeping, alone, in my guest
room."
"Whatever.
I can't sleep because I'm too keyed up. It's been a hell of a week. I thought a
drink might help, but you're right. A good fuck might turn the same trick. Are
you offering?" He threw the last bit in just for shits and grins, and
because he was annoyed with his friend's brother's judgmental attitude. Not
like he didn't know damn well that Jordan McIntosh had been promiscuity itself
until an HIV scare in his last year of college had reformed his habits.
""I'll
pass. I’m not desperate enough for release to fuck just anyone." His
distaste was clear in the way his head lifted and his nostrils flared. Or was it?
Zeke
set his tumbler down and stretched his arms over his head, relishing the relief
to his tense muscles as much as the flutter of Jordan's nostrils and the white
line that bracketed his mouth. Smiling the sexy smile that made a million
hearts throb on his daytime soap opera, he couldn’t resist teasing a little
more. "But Jordy, Perry swore you'd take care of me." He let his
lashes flutter, peeked at the six foot mountain of stoke broker in front of him
from under them.
And
found himself crushed between the marble counter top and what had to be at
least two hundred pounds of hot, hard muscle. This time his eyes closed for
real and he dragged in a breath, trying to jumpstart his heart after the
foolish organ stalled with the contact. "Fuck." He breathed, feeling
a branding iron of steely cock rubbing against his groin.
"That's
all it would be, movie star." Hard hands closed on his shoulders. Jordan
bent forward, and Zeke retreated, leaning back, struggling to unpin his arms. The
movement brought their grins into even closer contact, and Zeke's cock made its
own preference for resolving the sleep issue with sex instead of alcohol clear.
"Who
needs anything else?" He wormed his arms out of Jordan's embrace and made
the most of his freedom by wind his fingers in Jordan's thick, dark hair and
dragging his mouth down for a kiss.
Jordan
jerked his head back with a wordless snarl. "No kissing. Kissing is for
lovers, and this is most definitely not going to be any of that romantic drivel
you put on for the world."
The
nearly hysterical urge to laugh at that little bit of prunes and prisms was
overcome by dwelling on the fact that it made it sound like Jordan actually watched his show. "That's not me,
it's script writers. I can give up on the kissing, as long as it's only mouth
to mouth you're saying no to." He let his gaze drop, inventorying places
on that hard body he'd like to kiss. The man wore pajamas, for Christ sake,
silky green fabric that matched his eyes, clung to his body and did absolutely
nothing to conceal the length and breadth of his shoulders, the flatness of his
belly, or the mouthwatering stretch of cock tenting the fabric.
"Yes…you
can kiss me anywhere else you like…" The sentence ended on a groan as Zeke
took immediate advantage of the permission, latching his lips onto the fabric
that covered Jordan's nipple. Dampening it with his tongue, he fancied he could
taste the man through the silk, and twisted his hips. His cock pulsed, and he
shuddered, liking the feel of the silk.
"It
would be better…" Zeke pulled away, breathing hard, "naked." He
finished, sliding his hands under the silk and lifting. Jordan took over, stripping
the shirt over his head and tossing in on the black marble counter top. He
stepped back and holding Zeke's gaze, hooked his thumbs in the waist band of
the pajama pants.
"Go
on," Jordan's voice had lowered, roughened, and the husky new tones
conveyed a desire that encouraged Zeke to shake off any doubts. Shaking his
head, he shrugged his shoulders and let his own shirt fall, leaving him
standing in his thong while Jordan looked him over hotly.
Pouting
slightly, he lifted a brow. "I'm still ahead of you here, McIntosh."
The
pajama pants fell to a silken swirl around Jordan's feet and Zeke's gaze
followed them. He kept his glance there, trained on the pool while he got his
breathing under control. He was suave, debonair, a heart throb. He was
experienced, this wasn't his first time at the rodeo, or on stage, or up to bat
or whatever fucking metaphor you wanted to fill in the blank with.
Just
because Jordan McIntosh had always been the unattainable fantasy, the image
he'd jerked off to for the first time at thirteen, the crush who'd never known
he was alive, was no reason to act like a virginal idiot. And he knew he'd
waited too long to look back up, because
Jordon was forcing his chin up, searching his eyes and all Zeke could do
was swallow and close his lids against the intrusion of that pale gold gaze, to
hide everything he shouldn't be feeling.
"Fuck."
The
kitchen door slammed, and Zeke crossed his arms protectively over his chest. Fucking
whisky. Now he'd never sleep. And, he'd be lucky if he didn't find himself
shuffled off to some hotel in the morning despite the way the press hounded him
at every sighting.
Sighing,
he tossed back the last of the whisky and returned to his guest room, lying on
the bed and feigning sleep when he heard footsteps in the hall outside his
door. The sound stopped, as though someone stood outside the door, then
continued, fading into the darkness, leaving him alone in a strange bed, with
the fear that had originally sent him to the kitchen, and a healthy dose of
humiliation in case that jittery someone's watching you feeling ever faded
enough.
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You can also pick up the first book in my Pulp Friction series on sale at Smashwords this month!
Chances Are $0.99 (~66% off) with code FM25N until 2013-10-22
10/22/2013
A Paranormal Tale With aTwist : Fabulous Review for Truth Deeper Than Logic
Check out this awesome review for Truth Deeper Than Logic,
then click on over to Breathless Press and score your own copy for 20% off!
Truth Deeper Than Logic by Lee Brazil
"This short story by Lee Brazil is not your average “man vs the bureaucracy.” I love how Lee is able to combine nature, history, passion, and modern problems into a seamlessly entertaining tale that kept me entertained from beginning to end."
Title: Truth Deeper Than Logic
Author: Lee Brazil
Publisher: Breathless Press
Pages: 83
Characters: Nathan Hawthorn, Seth Greenwood
POV: 3rd
Sub genre: paranormal
Kisses: 4
10/21/2013
Top Five :Ghostly Songs
Good morning friends and readers! Got some fabulous hot coffee going here, and workign on a few special treats for Halloween. I'm not going to be too specific, but you might find a treat if you remember to stop in over here on October 30- 31!
Got a lot of work to do, so without further ado,
here's my Top Five Country Ghost songs... Who knew?
1. The Legend of Wooley Swamp - Charlie Daniels Band
2. The Ride - David Allan Coe
3. Riding with Private Malone - David Ball
4. Phantom 309 - Red Sovine
5. Ghost Riders in the Sky - Johnny Cash
Want a bit of seasonal reading to accompany your music?
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Encounter is $0.99 (~66% off) WITH CODE AB98Q
A nervous wannabe actor slips away to steal a smoke at an audition and finds more relaxation than he expected.
A Ghostly Story for the Season
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