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Well, Jude Liebermann has had a pretty good run. I started this site in 2000, though I published my first book in 1997. Had high hopes, tried a bunch of different things, had big dreams, but then real life happened. That old saying, “life is what happens when you’re making other plans” is spot on. But it’s exhausting trying to keep up with my busy life and trying to figure out what the reading public wants to buy. My most popular book, Kings of Klenar, recently got a scathing 1 star review by a woman who hated it so much that she had to give a blow by blow description of everything that happens in the story. I can’t imagine having that much free time to waste on doing such a mean and vindictive thing. I hated 50 Shades of Grey, but you won’t find a 1 star review from me breaking it down point by point. It didn’t deserve such dedication. I guess this gal thought my book did? I find it strange, but do I really care? No! I made more money off that book than I have on all of my other books combined since 1997. In case she or anyone else wonders, I made KOK shocking for a reason. Because that seems to sell. None of my sensual romances did well. Neither did my hot short stories. I pushed the boundaries on everything in that book. I would never have included a F/F scene in any of my sensual stories, since I don’t like reading about that kind of stuff. I wanted to see what would happen if I went a little crazy in the story, and it broke records. Of course not as many as I would have hoped for, but it did better than I thought it would. I’m proud of that book, and believe me, the rough draft went farther than the final version. I actually toned down the rape scenes, thinking that I might have gone too far. I get caught up in the scenes I’m writing, and they practically write themselves. It’s only after I step away for a few days and read it again that I realize some things might have gone too far.
But that review showed me that no matter how many people will pay for reads, there will always be someone who will hide behind online anonymity to tear down someone else’s creation. It’s not worth it. So I won’t be writing anything new as Jude. The only thing I might be releasing is the novel version of A Modern Myth: The Next Generation. Just depends on if I can get around to finishing the script conversion from Episode Interactive, which isn’t an easy thing. I do have another penname that I will use if I get a wild hair and create something new, but Jude Liebermann is being retired. I’m going to tone down my website to a ghost of what it was. All my books and stories will continue to be offered on all the sites they currently are available on, but the store on Jude’s Place will be shut down as well as all the other sites I had active. I’ve made more money on my other penname in the last two years, so any of my available writing time will be dedicated to her. She’s more fun anyway.
Thank you to all visitors and especially those who have bought one (or more) of my books.
As the title says, the forum on my site has been shut down. I recently moved hosts and it wasn’t worth the hassle of moving that huge forum with it. I will find a way to offer my free reads elsewhere but that will take some time. So bear with me.
Well, I’ve thought it over and have decided that since one book trilogies have become so popular, I will release my A Modern Myth trilogy as one book. I’m still considering how to price it. Will probably have a special introductory rate to get people excited about it and then raise it. This also means I might edit the series and make it erotic. After all, my erotica is the only thing selling right now, so I have decided I won’t release anything else that isn’t hard core. Which means I will be making the Next Generation I created on Episode as erotic too. Sorry to those of you who read it in its PG version on that platform, but then again, I doubt any of you would want to spend money on the ebook anyway. Once I get through that, which is taking longer than I had hoped, I might then release the final two books (Drew’s Awakening and the Next Generation) as a combo. Just depends on how much time I can dedicate to it.
So stay tuned.
Hello! For those of you who are looking for something free to read this weekend, be sure to check out Jixit on Amazon starting Friday: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JL4A47K
This ebook will be free from Friday through Sunday (5/8 – 5/10).
Hey! Two updates. First, the sensual version of Drew’s Awakening is now available. You can get it here: http://www.amazon.com/Modern-Myth-Awakening-Sensual-Version-ebook/dp/B00OQI6VXW/ This version has had the heat removed for those who don’t like erotica.
Secondly, I’m almost finished with the Episode Interactive version of The Next Generation. When that is done, I will convert it to a novel and publish it on Amazon as well. It might take awhile, since I’ve never tried going from a script to a novel before. But I do look forward to being able to put all the detail that is impossible on the limited Episode platform. Since it’s pretty much a PG story, I might heat it up to an R but it won’t be erotica, just in case those who enjoyed it on Episode want it in book form as well.
I’ll update when it is available.
Hey everybody! I’m pleased to announce that I have started a continuing story on my A Modern Myth saga. This one is about Nada’s youngest set of twins, Dana and Devon, who were briefly mentioned in Drew’s Awakening. They are about to turn 18, and everyone is worried they might inherit the family curse. Will they?
This story is being created on the Episode Interactive platform. So be sure to check out the top of the main page of my site for links.
I’m also in the process of editing Drew’s Awakening for those who don’t like to read erotica but want to read Drew’s story. The new version will be sensual, with a lot less heat.
I don’t usually visit Goodreads.com. My books are on there, and people do tend to rate them every once in awhile. I got a notification that someone was following my reviews, so I visited. To my surprise, someone rated Kings of Klenar 1 star. Even the people on Amazon who have returned the books haven’t rated it lower than 2 stars, so I checked Sierra Sky. The same person, gave it 1 star as well.
This made me go “hmm….”
Did she really buy one, didn’t like it, then bought the second one hoping for better? OR did she actually buy both of my books and then didn’t like them both, or more likely, buy one and didn’t like it. Then just assumed that the other one must be trash as well, and gave that 1 star? For those of you who don’t have common sense, that’s a no no. You cannot assume that just because you didn’t like a book, that all other books in that series must be bad too. On the other hand if you were warned that a book had certain topics in it that might be taboo, and you bought it and was shocked by those topics, is that really the author’s fault?
I know that people either love these books or hate them enough to get a refund, but hardly any of those actually post a review or a rating. So what made Lis Pearson go to Goodreads and slam both of my books without even giving a reason? Inquiring minds want to know.
Since the rating is posted publicly, it isn’t an invasion of privacy to list Lis’ name, and here is the message I just sent her.
message: Did you seriously read both my Klenar books, after obviously not liking one of them? Really?
Or did you just want to drag down my overall rating because you didn’t like one, by giving both 1 star? If so, shame on you.
OR did you actually buy two books in a series without reading one of them first? If so, WOW!
Whichever is the right answer, I guess I’m sorry you didn’t like them (or whichever you actually read).
So Lis, if you’re visiting, I really hope you did buy both books, though it would surprise me if you really did.
I’ll let you know if she responds.
One of my author friends, Lisa Carlisle, has a new hot short erotic story out called Better than Cake.
After the worst fight of their relationship, the last place Stephanie wants to be is a wedding reception. She still can’t get over what happened. Could their five years of marriage be destroyed after a blast of heated words? Johnny suggested separating. Separating! Now with her marriage on the line, she has to put on a brave face and pretend love is grand.
Johnny doesn’t know why he’d freaked out the way he had and is left with one emotion. Regret. He doesn’t want to lose Stephanie. He must find her and make things right.
Stephanie enters the reception, fearing the end of her marriage. Johnny has something else in mind—a much more decadent proposal that will turn her friend’s wedding into an event they’ll never forget. A short erotic romance for only 99 cents! Perfect for a beach or summer read.
Who gets ditched at a wedding? Stephanie paused and took a deep breath before walking into her friend’s reception. Something like this could only happen to her.
Ditched wasn’t a strong enough description. “Maybe we should try separating.”
Johnny’s words echoed in her mind, lashing her psyche raw with repetition. Separating! She closed her eyes. Unthinkable.
It’s okay. You can do this. Stick it out for a couple of hours and then you can deal with the mess. How would she explain her husband’s sudden absence? He was at the ceremony, but wouldn’t be at the reception. What would be a reasonable explanation? They were spending the weekend here in Cape Cod so it would be tough to feign a work or family excuse. Illness. Yes, something about seafood. That would be plausible at a seaside resort. Food poisoning. She had an excuse—but it didn’t make her feel any better about the situation.
Beyond the Sea wafted out from the ballroom, appropriate for this Cape Cod seaside resort. She glanced up at the imposing exterior of the multi-level hotel. Her hand trembled so she clutched her silver purse tighter. She raised her chin to steel herself and entered the hotel.
Stephanie scanned the place settings to find hers. Mr. and Mrs. John Silvio. Table nineteen. She dropped her purse to her side, but her fingers still clenched it. The last place she wanted to be after a killer argument with her husband was a wedding. She forced herself to enter the reception area, squeezing through all those decked in suits and evening gowns.
Searching the table numbers for nineteen, she followed them to the back of the room. She guessed she’d be furthest from the head table, since she was neither family nor close friend, but an old college roommate of the bride. She made her way to the back of the room, braved a smile, and introduced herself to the couples already seated.
“Hi. I’m Stephanie.”
“Elaine,” a heavyset woman with puffy blond hair said. “You’re alone?”
Great. Just fantastic. Starting right with the topic she wanted to avoid. “Yes. My husband couldn’t make it tonight. Something he ate earlier,” she babbled. “Probably the shellfish.” She shrugged.
The others introduced themselves as she sat down and peppered her with questions about where they bought the seafood. A few shared their stories of food poisoning. It was going to be a long night.
Once the attention was off her, she replayed the fight for what had to be the fortieth time since it happened. After a ripple of snide comments evolved into a tsunami of a fight, she stormed away from Johnny and ended up talking to herself like a crazy person as she pounded through the surf.
“Separating? Why does he take a small argument and blow it up into something like this? How could he do this to me at my friend’s wedding? What the fuck!”
A couple of miles later, she had calmed down. It wasn’t all his doing. She was the one who’d dragged them here when he had other plans. Her fury decreased as the sun sank lower in the sky, replaced by a cloak of sadness.
She didn’t want to split up. Her eyes began to water. How the heck would she make it through the night without breaking down? Her marriage could be over. How long could she sport a brave face before it dropped?
“Excuse me,” she said and hurried into the ladies room. She barely made it through the door before her eyes pooled with tears. She grabbed tissues and blotted them, fixing her smudged makeup the best she could.
“You can do this,” she told her reflection in the mirror.
As much as she dreaded being at a wedding while her own marriage hung in jeopardy, she had to put her feelings aside for the sake of Caryn. She’d only get married once.
* * * * *
Johnny caught glimpses of the ocean from the cab and couldn’t help but brood on what he had said to Stephanie down the beach this afternoon. A cold black cloak had surrounded him since, fastened with shackles of regret. The same question echoed in his head ever since.
Why? Why had he freaked out the way he had? Said the things he had? The day had started out great. They woke up at the bed and breakfast and had the morning free before the
ceremony. They’d rented bikes on the Cape Cod Rail Trail and had ridden past sand dunes and shacks, cranberry bogs and duck-filled ponds, villages and pine forests, and even a couple of lighthouses. The scenery was one thing, his beautiful wife riding alongside him something else. He could barely keep his eyes off her lithe body and on the trail.
When they’d stopped to buy sandwiches from one of the beachside shacks and had a picnic lunch on the beach, things were still good. It wasn’t until after the seaside wedding ceremony this afternoon that he’d opened his mouth and all kinds of stupid fell out. And for what? Something trivial, not something to throw away a marriage over.
Their argument had stirred weeks before. He resented her for dragging him to a wedding when he’d already had plans for his monthly camping trip with his buddies, He had
stormed about it for days, but downright exploded on the beach earlier. Telling her she was too controlling, she shouldn’t speak for him and make him cancel his plans to do something she wanted. How his outdoor trips were how he decompressed from work and if she didn’t get it by now, she didn’t get him. She’d countered, saying he used the same justification for his softball games, and sometimes he had to suck it up and act like an adult. Snide comments had escalated into verbal jabs. Past grievances were drudged up as their defenses rose. Accusations flew, growing uglier, and digging up past perceived injustices, until finally, he had suggested a trial separation.
He still wasn’t sure why he’d said it. A heat of the moment incident, blurting out something to end the fight with something he didn’t even mean.
Her shocked expression had turned to one of hurt as she blinked back tears. Then she’d lashed back at him. “If you’re so shallow and selfish that you consider a weekend away from your buddies such brutality, then yeah, maybe we should.”
When she had stormed away from him across the beach, he had turned away thinking to hell with her and pounded through the sand in the opposite direction. It wasn’t until he had turned back several minutes later to see she was gone that he realized he might have made the biggest mistake of his life.
About the Author
Lisa loves stories with dark, brooding, isolated characters and tough, independent, caring heroines. Her reading tastes very widely and she’ll read almost anything—especially mysteries, romance, and non-fiction on any new topic of interest. She is thrilled to be a multi-published author writing since she’s wanted to write since
the sixth grade. Her travels and many jobs have provided her with inspiration for novels, such as serving in the Marine Corps in Okinawa, Japan, backpacking alone around Europe, or working as a waitress in Paris. Her love of books inspired her to own a small independent book store for a couple of years.
Lisa lives in New England with her husband and their children. She spends her days writing for corporate clients and her evenings writing stories and novels.
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I haven’t done any writing lately, but I was inspired over the weekend to write another erotic short story. I titled it From Fantasy to Reality, and you can currently get it at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/459712
I’m still working on what full length novel I will write next. Since the Klenar stories are my most popular, I’m trying to think of where else I can take that story. Possibly Sierra’s child. Since he/she would be a mix of human, klenarian and pricosling, it might be interesting to explore that hybrid. I could also give Sted his own story. Or I could even write about Sierra’s first child, who is now the king of Klenar. Is he evil like his father or will he turn out to be the hero that planet needs? So many possibilities.
Ilona’s Wolf: A Fairy Tale Romance
Steamy Fantasy Romance Novella
Imagine a world filled with magic, a tormented knight, a damsel in distress, an evil sorcerer…
While picking herbs in the woods, Princess Ilona is rescued from a woodsman by a wolf. When the creature licks her wounds, it is suddenly transformed into a man. A very handsome, very naked man who makes passionate love to her in a glade. She has dreamed of a handsome knight to aid her cause, but a werewolf?
Cursed by an evil wizard, Rolf was trapped in wolf form until he tasted the blood of a royal. Now he must escort the princess on a hazardous journey back to the castle to stop an ill-fated wedding and face the evil wizard who placed the evil curse on Rolf.
She sat frozen, her back to the tree. Oh, gods, don’t let it see me. She tried to cast an invisibility spell, but to no avail. The wolf looked at her, golden eyes gleaming, mouth open, showing off large, sharp teeth. She closed her eyes and gripped her throat with both hands. Quaking with terror, she listened as the animal padded toward her. She felt its hot breath on her cheek.
Opening her eyes a slit, she stared into the face of the wolf. Sad eyes stared at her, and her fears receded. Perhaps he’d been tamed. She reached out with what was left of her powers, but sensed no immediate danger. “Good wolf,” she stammered.
She held out one shaking fist, and the wolf sniffed it before licking her knuckles. It moved closer, sniffing her clothing. To her surprise, the animal hunkered down beside her and laid its head on her leg. Carefully, she touched it, stroking the soft fur.
Relief flooded through her. Saved by a wolf, of all creatures. “Thank the gods you showed up when you did. I’d no wish to be ravished by the likes of him.”
The wolf lifted its head and seemed to smile up at her, mouth open, tongue lolling.
She smiled at the canine as she continued to pet it. “Grateful I am for you rescuing me, but ’tis not exactly what a girl dreams of. Where’s my knight on a white steed? ‘Tis he who is supposed to do the rescuing.”
When the wolf lowered his head, sniffing between her legs, she laughed and pushed it away. “Rude creature.”
The animal responded by sitting up and resting its head on her breast. She put both arms around it and hugged it close, dropping a kiss on its head. “Do not misunderstand, Sir Wolf, but I still wish you were a knight. A strong, handsome knight like my Werner.”
The familiar sadness filled her at the memory of her husband. “I miss him so much, you know. Dagmar says another knight will come for me, a handsome knight to protect us and make sweet, passionate love to me.”
The wolf whined and raised his head to lick her cheek. Laughing, she tried to push him away, but he licked her full on the mouth. She closed her eyes, stunned when her powers came rushing back, like a flood of magic coursing around her.
Turning aside, she summoned her basket to her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the wolf jump up, staring at the basket. Her vision seemed to blur as the wolf’s face slowly became humanlike, then shifted back. She must have hit her head harder than she’d thought if she was seeing things. She closed her eyes and shook her head, but the aching had receded.
When she peeked again, the wolf was gone, and a naked man crouched in front of her. A handsome, well-built man with shaggy brown hair and golden brown eyes.
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