Saturday, May 16, 2015

New Release – Bio Cybe by Imogene Nix

BioCybe by Imogene Nix

Published By: Beachwalk Press
Release Date: May 18 2015


Can a cyber-enhanced warrior and a ship's captain find love together?

Levia Endrado never wanted to be a warrior, but at seventeen she was deemed suitable for battle. After intense training and multiple enhancements, which gave her superior strength and healing ability, she was sent off to defeat the enemy—a killing machine with a mission.

When the war was over, she had to find a new life. At twenty-seven she's a washed-up veteran without a future. Or she was, until she met Sandon Daria.

Serving as a pilot aboard Sandon's spaceship the Golden Echo makes Levia long for a different and gentler life. But old hurts and even older enemies aren't so easily forgotten. Particularly when they come back for her.

Sandon is determined to show Levia that she's more than just a BioCybe…she's the woman who completes him. Getting close is just the first step, keeping her alive is an even bigger challenge, but one he's willing to take because the prize is their combined future.

Content Warning: This book contains a broken heroine, a sexy hero, and a happy ever after that'll melt even the hardest heart.


Regret and sadness filled Sandon. He liked Secombe. A lot. He’d been talented, but unpracticed, when they’d met. Now he was seasoned, knew instinctively what Sandon needed, and best of all, he wasn’t caught up in the Juran Commonwealth and Independent Planetary Authority wars.

“So how do I replace you?” He took another long draw of the ale, hoping it would dull the scratchy sensation that swelled in his chest.

“I heard that the war is over.” Secombe cleared his throat and waited a beat.

Sandon jerked up out of the slump he’d dropped into. “What?”

“I heard they’re signing an agreement. Not quite a truce, but the two factions are looking for common ground. A way to end this damned war.” Secombe relaxed into the red leatherette covering the chair. “If that’s so, you won’t need me anymore. I hear the best pilots are already looking…”

Sandon shook his head. “Why the hell would I want some dried-up old warrior to pilot my ship? They’ll only bring all their own problems and prejudices with them. No. I need you.”

“I’m not staying past the first of the month. So, now that we’ve cleared that up, how about we start the process of looking for my replacement?” Secombe smiled, but it was brittle, as if the emotional distancing had already begun.

Frustration filled Sandon. It was so simple for Secombe to walk away. He had his family, his farm, and a future already mapped out. Sandon only had the ship and the crew; his parents had died a long time ago. The Golden Echo was his home, and those aboard it were his family. Secombe just expected to leave when he wanted, without thought for anyone else.

Anger and sadness welled, but Sandon shunted the emotions. “So, how do you…”

The door to the mess hall opened. Johnson, the cargo superintendent, ducked his head around the corner, his face conveying both confusion and caution. “Secombe? That pilot you invited aboard? Uhhh… The captain…uhh, person is here.”

“Excellent.” Secombe turned in Sandon's direction without a shadow of embarrassment. “Sandon, this pilot is the best of the best. Take a moment and see for yourself. Send the captain in, Johnson.” Secombe smiled, as if pleased to have already found his replacement.

An itch took up residence in the back of Sandon’s neck.

Johnson gazed at Secombe owlishly. “Are you sure?”

Sandon frowned at Johnson’s uncharacteristic actions. Something’s wrong…

Secombe’s eyes narrowed. “Send him in.”

Johnson gulped, the sound loud in the sudden silence. “O-okay…” His discomfort radiated, and Sandon leaned forward, ready to meet the man Secombe considered an adequate replacement for himself.

When the door opened all the way, silence reigned. A woman stood on the other side of the door, her gaze set. Her body, still and tensed, was arrayed in the combat browns many of the fighter pilots had adopted. Sandon could feel the tension rolling off her from the distance between them.

She has green eyes. He couldn’t control the thought. As his eyes scanned her body—toned, taut, and curved in all the right places—the liquid in his mouth dried.

“Captain Daria? I’m…” She blinked, and he wondered if the flash of insecurity he thought saw had actually existed.

Probably not, he told himself. Why would a flyer feel any level of insecurity?

“I’m Levia Endrado. Pilot Secombe requested my presence.” She held out a hand, in friendship or entreaty, he wasn’t really sure.

Sandon turned in the direction of Secombe. “Well?”

Secombe opened his mouth then closed it again before shrugging. She obviously wasn’t what he was expecting either.

The woman, Levia, stepped into the room and the door closed silently. For a moment, he caught a hint of anxiety before it disappeared and instead in front of him stood a confident woman. “You require a pilot. Someone with long haul experience. I’m a pilot seeking a placement. So far, our objectives are aligned.”

“No. I don’t want a woman piloting the Golden Echo.” His voice was strangled and hoarse, and he watched as she blinked slowly. “I don’t want issues with the crew.”

“It’s an all male crew, I understand?”

He nodded, numb at the thought of this woman, this gorgeous female, somehow interacting with the other men on his ship. Of her forming an alliance…

“I’m not interested in a bed partner. Just a home and employment. That is what the advertisement offered. You had an opportunity to vet my credentials—” She stopped and her eyes narrowed.

“What?” The words cleared the fog that had settled in his mind. “I haven’t seen…” Now, he turned to Secombe, who’d slouched further down, horror clear on his face.

“I… Your dossier didn’t say you were…” Secombe’s mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened further.

“It didn’t have to. Captain, I take it you didn’t scan the dossier then?”

As Sandon shook his head, the woman’s nostrils flared slightly and he caught sight of a deep emotion in the depths of her eyes. “Fine. Then I fear this has been a waste of your time and mine.” He heard the husky tones as she turned away. “I’ll leave immediately.”

The door slid open, and she was about to step through when he bellowed, “Wait!”

The woman stilled, but didn’t turn around. He wasn’t sure why that bothered him, but it did.


“Your dossier. Could I…” He let the words hang in the air between them.

“I don’t think…”

“I don’t pay anyone to think for me. Your file?”

When she spun back, her face was a mask of icy resolve. She located the screen command on the table and shoved her arm against the reader slot.

Information appeared; a brief overview of her skills and awards. She was trained to fly an MX5, the same model and make as the Golden Echo, also the GSL-23 and even the LD-5 mini-destroyer, he noted with surprise. She was classified as competent on all land based conveyances and even a variety of aquatic ones.

“What is your planet of origin?”

She stared at him, then her tongue flicked out and wet her lips. “That’s need-to-know, Captain.”

“Fine. You’re obviously ex-military forces. What rank did you hold?”

Her eyes narrowed at his question. “Is this somehow relevant to our discussion?” She cocked her head to one side and he wanted to gulp. She had an air about her now of leashed ferocity.

“Uh, I thought…”

“I was a commodore, but have been released from active duty.”

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Oh, Get A Grip!

It's been a little while since I've posted here, and in part that's because I was given a wonderful honour. I was invited to join the experienced, knowledgeable and downright amazing crew at Oh, Get A Grip!

My third blog with OGAG has just come live, and you can check it out here!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

A Change of Pace – Frankie Blue!

Today on Willsin's World, I bring you some books from a relatively new friend of mine, Frankie Blue. She lives in my home town, and I've actually even met her in the flesh!
A lot of the books I feature here on WW are either erotic romance or straight romance. Frankie's books are quite straightforward–which I love about them! Who among us doesn't like to get down and dirty? It wouldn't be taboo if it wasn't also a whole lotta fun, after all!
Check out these babies!

Three scorching tales of taboo desire and forbidden love
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One sweet, innocent, untouched girl gets her most forbidden fantasy fulfilled by the Alpha man of the house and the three boys she grew up with.
Watch this little co-ed get used, taken, and filled in every way possible by four sexy, dominant men, Hard and Without Protection!!
There's no pulling out, even though it's her first time and she's not on birth control!
Please share my dirty little fantasy. No one has to know. It'll be our secret...


(This one’s still free I think but possibly only for another couple of hours so I wouldn’t worry about it.)
“How about we give Carl some TLC now, huh?” I whisper. “Would you like to learn how to make a man feel sooo good?”
Carl and I are very rich and very much in love. But even though there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my husband there is one thing I can’t give him. An heir.
When our maid, sweet, innocent little Stacy, arrives I don’t miss the way my husband checks out her tight little body. But I can’t really complain, I couldn’t resist a peek at her in those little shorts and form fitting top either.
Later we arrive home early for a naughty lunchtime quickie, but we’re shocked to find Stacy crying on the couch! Her boyfriend is cheating on her because she was too scared to give herself to him.
Carl and I see a solution to both our problems. Carl needs an heir, Stacy needs to learn how to make love, and I just want to taste them both. My husband is going to take her hard and without protection even though it’s her first time and she’s not on birth control!
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Three scorching tales of sinful passion and desire 

Three innocent, untouched girls are just too fertile to let their pathetic boyfriends go all the way. But these girls are about to meet some real men, some demanding, dominant alpha males.
Watch these three little co-eds get used, taken, and filled in every way possible by three sexy alphas: A rockstar, a mechanic, and a biker!
Watch these pathetic, inadequate boyfriends as they cry and whine while their hot girlfriends are taken for the first time by real men.
Hard and without protection. There's no pulling out, even though it's her first time and she's not on birth control!

Sunday, March 1, 2015

New Release - Her Majesty


That goes for me as well as my characters! As a man, I confess to finding great enjoyment in the love that occurs between two women. Or lust...hey, I'm not fussy! Whether that be in the form of film, pictures or words, all forms of sexual love between women holds a fascination for me. Because le sigh.

So, while I've written girly love before, and I'd written curvy women before, I'd never truly written girly love involving a curvy woman. That's what this story is about. It's also a friends-to-lovers tale, and I'm a sucker for those.

I've had a wonderful response already to this story, even from women who don't ordinarily read FF stories. That heartens me greatly, and makes me keener than ever to get more stories out!

But enough of that: here's the low down on the book...

Short, skinny tomboy Kim hasn’t had a boyfriend for a while. In fact, not since she fell in love with her best friend. The trouble is, her best friend is Serena, a beautiful, big Italian goddess who’s engaged to be married.

Or was, at least. Until yesterday, when her fiancĂ© finally confessed to myriad infidelities, laying the blame squarely on the size of Serena’s curvaceous ass.

As emotional therapy, the girls head away for a long weekend at a remote beach house. Just the two of them. No guys, no work, no distractions.

No inhibitions.

Can Kim work past her own fear and body issues to remind Serena just how damn sexy she really is?


This story marks the first (but DEFINITELY NOT the last) time I used the editing services of Lisabet Sarai. I'd previously made a series of covers for Lisabet (see below), but this was my introduction to her incredible editing skills. In some cases she made some tiny tweaks which really helped clarify the meaning of my words - even if it was just to question what the hell I'd meant to say! More than one reader has said "Her Majesty" is their favourite book of mine so far. I put that down to the wonderful refinement that comes from working with such a skilled editor. Thank you, Lisabet! And folks, definitely check out Lisabet's writing. It's as clever and poignant as it is sexy. Mm-mmm.


Thursday, February 19, 2015

New Release - Throttle

I've been a busy busy boy, lately. Cover art has been going off the hook. It's been an amazing ride, and not just for me.

This is Sassie Lewis. Not just a lovely person and a creative and talented author...but a bit of a hottie as well.

And you know what else? I got to pop her cherry.

Uh-huh. That's right. I just made the cover for her very first book.

Wait...what did you THINK I meant?

Yes, Sassie has just published her first novella, an erotic romance with a gorgeous curvy heroine and a gravelly older hero. I've read some of the sex in this baby, and I guarantee you it's a scorcher!

But don't just listen to the blurb!

No Surrender... 

Sin is a man who lives by his own rules. Large and in charge, he takes what he wants and makes no apologies about it. Running his custom bike shop and raising his son are the only things he's ever cared about. That is, until a full-bodied goddess crosses his path. 

No Regrets... 

Georgia’s the forbidden fruit custom built for temptation. He knew she was off limits, for more than one reason, but there’s only so long he can fight his desires. When he ignores the rules and claims her, what price will he pay for that one taste of perfection?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


I've had a massive influx of cover art over the past month or two, and I was despairing whether I'd be able to get it all done. So I decided to do something about it.

Welcome to February, 2015: also know as WiCoMaMo. Willsin Cover Making Month.

At the end of January I decreed publicly, on Facebook, that I had set myself the goal of completing 28 covers in February. An average of one per day.

Well, today, February 18th, I surpassed that goal. At time of typing I have completed 32 covers in February!

I'm still up to my nipples in work, but at least I'm belting it into shape!

If you're interested in checking them out, here's the link to the album on my Facebook profile.

Thursday, February 12, 2015


Did you know that people are still pirating books? Sorry for the intensely shocking news there, folks. I hope I didn't give any of you heart attacks.

But yes...there are some folks out there who try to get things for free instead of paying! I KNOW, RIGHT? WHO'DA THUNK?

So what do we, as authors, artists, musicians etc. do about this? Well, to my knowledge, I've barely been targeted. After all, I'm much more known for cover art than writing at the moment, though I've been a published author since 2006. If someone pirates a book with my cover art it has no direct effect on me at all. I've already been paid.

I used to get supremely indignant at the thought of people pirating my work. "That's food they're taking out of my kids' mouths!" kind of indignant. But the longer I go on in publishing, the less I feel that way.

Firstly - the people who steal books are almost certainly the kind of people who would never have bought it anyway. So it's not lost income in that respect. It's money you weren't going to get, that you didn't get.

Secondly - you can do everything in your power, individually and collectively, to bring down any and all websites where your books are being distributed illegally. And then tomorrow you'll do the same thing again with all the NEW sites doing the same thing. Sending out notices to pirates can easily become your ONLY job.

So is it worth fighting? Morally and ethically, absolutely. Practically, though? Hmm...

I've seen lots of theories, and based on what I've read from much bigger authors like Selena Kitt, I've come up with my own half-baked analogy. It almost involves Patrick Swayze.

It’s like in the movie “Roadhouse”. Bodhi signs on to do his job as head bouncer. This puts him in a situation where people can, and do, choose to abuse him. For just doing his job and trying to regulate their bad behaviour.

Every night he goes to the parking lot and finds all his car’s tyres slashed. But he has four spares in his trunk and inside the car. He shakes his head wryly and gets on with the job of changing the tyres.
He goes into his work KNOWING this crap is going to happen, and preparing for it.

Sure, he could stand outside and watch his car, making sure nobody slashes the tyres. But then, he wouldn’t be doing his job as head bouncer. Which in turn gives nobody any reason to slash his tyres. All he will achieve is stopping the tyre-slashing. And he'd lose his job.

We can try to fight the pirates, but it’s much bigger than even the biggest author.

I understand this would come across as a defeatist attitude. But I can’t afford to spend all my time protecting my tyres. I have bouncing to do.