Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Pleasure Trove Available Now at EC, Amazon. ARe and Google Play!


Greetings! I'm thrilled to let you all know that my newest release, Pleasure Trove, Ellora's Cave Moderne, is Available Now directly from Ellora's Cave, Amazon, ARe and Google Play/Books for Android tablets!

While these links will be available on my Bookshelf page on my website http://www.francesstockton.com I wanted to update my blog with the links as well!

I'll also add a great excerpt if you're interested in getting a glimpse of a standalone Contemporary Erotic Romance with a HEA.

Pleasure Trove Links:

Ellora's Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/pleasure-trove.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pleasure-Trove-Frances-Stockton-ebook/dp/B00N971GZY/ref=sr_sp-btf_title_1_11?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1409758446&sr=1-11&keywords=Frances+Stockton
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-pleasuretrove-1612155-340.html
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Frances_Stockton_Pleasure_Trove?id=g5lmBAAAQBAJ




Excerpt:
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An Excerpt From: PLEASURE TROVE
Copyright © FRANCES STOCKTON, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
“Oh hey, you’re the new girl,” Hardy said, grinning at her.
“I’m Calysta MacIntyre, the PA,” she answered, wondering how long it’d been since anyone called her a girl. She’d turned thirty a month ago. “Can you lend me a hand? I don’t want to spill anything on my first day.”
“Sure, sure,” Hardy replied, reaching out to take one of the carryout trays. At least the trays were divided and each cup had its spot. Still, they’d been heavy and awkward. “You’re mighty pretty, if I do say so myself.”
“Thank you, that’s sweet of you to say.” Callie lifted her head, hoping her long wild light-auburn hair remained twisted up at her nape with the aid of a strategically placed pencil.
For her early-morning interview with Sven Erikson, she wore a light-green and rose-flowered print maxi dress that flowed prettily to her ankles. Trendy sandals were on her feet. Normally, she’d wear a business suit or slacks to work and her hair would be straightened or sedately braided. Admittedly it’d been nice not to fuss with it this morning.
Fortunately, Sven hired her shortly after the interview began, as it’d been the third since they’d first met. At the time, she’d been certain she didn’t stand a chance, as she had no actual studio work on her resume. Her saving grace had been a long-standing stint as a theater technician and a background in creative writing and plays.
“Sorry for the delay in getting to the door,” Hardy said, breaking her train of thought. “I was tied up elsewhere when you returned. Come on, follow me.”
“I understand, I hope I didn’t come across as impatient,” she replied, entering the building and making a quick right into a small sitting room before moving through it into another short hall and the depths of the studio. The entrance reminded her of a maze.
During the interview process, she’d learned that Pleasure Trove Entertainment had two primary locations, this one in Hollywood and another smaller one on Catalina Island that was used for outdoor shoots. Most of the movies, however, were shot in this gigantic converted warehouse and the director’s office was located here.
“No worries,” Hardy explained. “The crew is putting the finishing touches on the set now. Mr. Erikson will have plenty for you to do shortly.”
“I’m grateful he’s giving me a shot. I’m hoping to learn about screenwriting, but my experience is primarily in theater,” she admitted, silently thanking her former college roommate’s agent for helping Callie get an initial interview with Sven Erikson.
Callie knew from her experience as an investigative reporter that when it came to going undercover, it was best to stick as close to what you actually knew than make up a false identity on a resume.
During her initial interview with Sven, she’d been honest with him as to her identity, explaining that she’d been placed on a two-month furlough from her job as a copy editor at Bingham and Hardwick Publishing. On the chance that the job would be cut permanently, she’d started sending out resumes.
When pressed further, she told him the small publisher had been bought out and the new ownership began cutting positions and furloughing employees due to economic reasons. What she really hoped to accomplish by coming to LA was to find a job as a screenwriter, she’d told Sven.
She’d also admitted that the publishing company produced pamphlets and textbooks on Maryland history, local magazines and small-town newspapers. While her role as the Phantom Reporter had been anonymous, it was possible that someone doing a background check could find out the truth.
As simple as the title of her former column had been, she’d insisted on anonymity due to the nature and sensitivity of going undercover. At the beginning her articles had been well-received until the paper she’d written for was placed online and became more fluff than informational.
So far she thought her Phantom column was safe from discovery. Otherwise, she doubted Sven would have called her back for a second interview and requested a copy of the play she’d written as part of her master’s degree in English lit.
During that interview, she’d been able to shine. Sven asked about her experience in technical theater, something she truly loved and believed was the reason he hired her. He didn’t ask a thing about Bingham and Hardwick and she’d been grateful.
It’d been then that she asked if she could be known around the studio as Calysta MacIntyre, her pseudonym. He’d agreed and was hired on a trial basis.
Callie had been relieved. Her aunt and uncle’s pain was immeasurable. If she could give them some answers as to how their daughter could be lost for so long only to become a porn star and then be discarded as if no one cared one iota for the loss, she’d do whatever it took to make that happen.
She wasn’t at Pleasure Trove to write a story or a tell-all. But if she found proof that the director or anyone in power at the studio knew about Laura’s stint in underage porn or was even responsible for it, she’d turn it over to the detective who’d first notified her aunt and uncle about the death of their daughter.
From what Callie knew, Detective Morrison had investigated her aunt and uncle’s concerns about the black-market DVDs, but they’d found nothing to implicate Pleasure Trove as responsible for producing illegal porn or they’d have rightfully closed them down.
Regardless, this was Laura’s last known place of employment and this was where Callie needed to be. She honestly didn’t know who produced the illegal movies. But it was possible someone on the inside knew. Someone had sent those movies to her family. She hoped to find that person and see what he or she knew about who produced Lola Lane’s older movies.
“Mr. Erikson saw something in you that he liked or you’d have never made it past his office,” Hardy was saying, bringing Callie back to the task at hand.
“Well, I certainly know my way around set building and stage managing,” she assured. “I’m also great at striking sets, prepping flash pots, creating fog, running sound and light boards and helping actors change costumes in record time.”
“What kind of theater were you in?”
“Community, non-union, not that I begrudge someone for joining one,” she answered.
“Ever act?”
“Only as an extra in big musicals for fun and experience,” she said.
“Then you can move,” Hardy remarked. “You’re certainly pretty enough to be on camera, should you ever consider trying.”
“I’ll stick to what I know, tech work. Give me a power drill to fix something or gaffer’s tape to keep cables from becoming a trip hazard, I’m good,” Callie commented.
Walking carefully as she carried her tray, she refrained from asking too many details about the studio itself. Now that she’d been hired, she had to show everyone she belonged.
Hardy continued on. The guard was at least six foot five and broad-shouldered with a lot of pumped-up muscle, yet the cavernous size of the building made him appear small.
Along the walls were heavy-duty shelves stacked with lumber, windows, doorways, canvas flats, tools and props. A U-shaped second floor above them looked to have a dozen different production rooms or small offices. The ceiling beams were made of metal with industrial lighting.
A little afraid they’d never reach their destination she picked up her step, nearly colliding with Hardy when he stopped in front of a red-velvet curtain with gold ropes. Pulling on one of the ropes, he drew the curtains aside.
Lights were up, a crew was scurrying about fixing this or that and a handful of models in skimpy lingerie and super-high heels huddled together on a big sectional sofa off to stage left. On a platform in the center of the enormous room was a tropical-island set, complete with white sand, palm trees and a bamboo shelter with an enormous round bed.
Four men in tight bathing suits held palm fronds in their hands, practicing waving them up and down. They were good-looking with dark hair, lean muscles, and judging the fronts of their bathing suits, endowed, their tans as artificial as Hardy’s.
In one corner, a tall, leggy brunette with an ultra-trim waist and huge breasts wore a short see-thru beach robe over a barely there crimson bikini. Judging by the conversation she was having with the director and someone behind a screen, something had irked the actress.
“Mr. Erikson, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ve brought your coffee orders,” she said to the director, silently reminding herself that she’d left Callie in Baltimore. “Where should I place them?”
Right here, right now, she needed to be Calysta MacIntyre, calm, cool and professional. That was until Sven Erikson moved away and a man stepped out from the screen and she momentarily forgot who she was.
Resembling a beautiful blond Greek god, he didn’t have a sprayed-on tan. Oh no, he was taller than Hardy by at least two inches, broad, built and sculpted with gorgeous wavy shoulder-length hair left wild and unbound.
Wearing nothing but bathing trunks, he filled out them out beautifully. His face, perfection, chiseled perhaps by the gods themselves.
Trembling nervously, Callie caught herself, waiting for the director to tell her what to do when the actor’s eyes met hers from across the room. He smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth and sending a sharp pang of sensation low in her belly.
For the longest time, they stared at each other, both seeming unwilling to look away. Tiny butterflies took flight within her, her heart thudding. This wasn’t just any actor, somewhere in her cluttered thoughts, she recognized him as Pleasure Trove’s leading man, Maksim Steel.


Monday, September 1, 2014

Pleasure Trove - All Romance Ebooks

Pleasure Trove - All Romance Ebooks  There's a huge sale at ARe right now, and Pleasure Trove is a Recommended Read! 25% off original price!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Pleasure Trove, Ellora's Cave Moderne! Blurb and Excerpt

Greetings everyone!

It's almost the end of August and I'm excited! Tomorrow Pleasure Trove, Ellora's Cave Moderne, releases and I wanted to share as much information as I can. After the book's release at EC, I expect it to be available through Amazon, ARe, Google Play/Books, and Barnes and Noble/Nook. Prices will vary and you might find the best price through Ellora's Cave directly and if you have a Kindle, yes, they have the right format for you to read, ditto for Nooks and iPads/Android devices.

http://www.ellorascave.com/pleasure-trove.html

Right now, I'd love to share a little background about Pleasure Trove, a blurb, an excerpt and the link. I'd also like to introduce you to Maksim Steel and Callie Andrews aka Calysta MacIntyre. Callie, a former undercover reporter for a small press newspaper in Baltimore, travels to Hollywood looking for answers regarding the mysterious death of her long-missing cousin. Her search takes her to adult film company Pleasure Trove. She never expects to meet charming and charismatic actor Maksim Steel, much less that she'd become his fluffer and the scorching hot affair that follows.

Maks has a secret! Many in fact, and he guards them zealously, even as he suspects that PT's new production assistant is far more than others may see. Still, he can't deny his attraction to her, or the fact that the 'rest' of him responds to her in ways that seasoned porn stars haven't been able to muster lately. Taking Calysta on as his fluffer, he quickly seduces her but warns not to expect fidelity or true intimacy. He never plans to fall for her.  For more, here's a blurb and a glimpse into their first meeting!

Pleasure Trove
Frances Stockton

Troubled by the death of her cousin, former undercover reporter Callie goes to Hollywood to find some answers. Her search takes her to adult film company Pleasure Trove.
Callie never expects to meet charismatic actor Maksim, much less become his fluffer! She’s quickly seduced, but he warns not to expect romance or fidelity. Despite the risk of heartbreak, Callie is drawn into Maks’ world of sin and seduction, engaging in sexual experiences she’d never dared before.
Soon, however, their affair strengthens, hinting of love. But when danger grows and Callie’s old column is cruelly exposed, they must face their demons, or risk losing everything.
Inside Scoop: Callie’s new career path leads to some interesting times, including participating in a hot ménage or two, complete with female/female sexual exploration.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 “Mr. Erikson, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ve brought your coffee orders,” she said to the director, silently reminding herself that she’d left Callie in Baltimore. “Where should I place them?”
Right here, right now, she needed to be Calysta MacIntyre, calm, cool and professional. That was until Sven Erikson moved away and a man stepped out from the screen and she momentarily forgot who she was.
Resembling a beautiful blond Greek god, he didn’t have a sprayed-on tan. Oh no, he was taller than Hardy by at least two inches, broad, built and sculpted with gorgeous wavy shoulder-length hair left wild and unbound.
Wearing nothing but bathing trunks, he filled out them out beautifully. His face, perfection, chiseled perhaps by the gods themselves.
Trembling nervously, Callie caught herself, waiting for the director to tell her what to do when the actor’s eyes met hers from across the room. He smiled, flashing perfectly white teeth and sending a sharp pang of sensation low in her belly.
For the longest time, they stared at each other, both seeming unwilling to look away. Tiny butterflies took flight within her, her heart thudding. This wasn’t just any actor, somewhere in her cluttered thoughts, she recognized him as Pleasure Trove’s leading man, Maksim Steel.
Okay, so she’d watched several of his movies on her trip to Los Angeles. Each time she stopped at a motel for a couple hours’ sleep, it was simply a matter of popping in a DVD in her computer. She’d told herself it was for research. Plus, he was a sexy, virile man with the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her entire life.
Holy cow, just like that, she was aroused simply from the memory of how well he’d performed in those flicks. The problem was the longer they stared at each other, the wetter she became. Shifting, she felt the telltale dampness of her panties even as her clit pulsed as if she’d gotten herself off.
No, oh no, she did not have a mini-orgasm simply because he smiled at her. That’d be too embarrassing for words.
“Ah, there you are, Ms. MacIntyre. I trust you found your way to the café?” Sven greeted. He was a good-looking man in a GQ kind of way, his sandy-brown hair neatly trimmed.
“GPS is a miraculous thing,” she said, steeling herself as the director came up to her. “Once everyone’s been served, is there anything else I can do for you? I’m quite handy with a hammer or finding props, though I may need someone to give me a tour later.”
“Be glad to assist, Ms. MacIntyre,” Hardy offered, grinning as he set his tray of coffee on a table near the sofa.
Frances Stockton
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“Hardy, shouldn’t you get back to your post? I’ll have someone give Ms. MacIntyre a tour when there’s a break,” Sven said, stepping in closer than she expected. For a fraction of a second she thought his blue eyes scanned her from head to toe in a way he hadn’t done during her interviews.
“Shall I place this with the other tray?” Callie asked after Hardy left, intending to move out of the way when the brunette made a sudden beeline for the coffee tray in her hand.
“I hope you remembered to tell the barista to only use soy milk in my latte,” the actress sniped, managing to tip the tray so that it fell toward Callie, icy coffee splashing down the front of her.
The chill cut straight to the bone, stealing her breath. Miraculously, the lids on the hot coffees remained intact until the cups hit the floor and liquid went everywhere.
“Look what you’ve done!” the actress shouted upon realizing her short robe had been splashed. “Have you any idea the cost of this outfit?”
“I’ll be more than glad to have it cleaned for you or pay for a new one,” Callie offered, shivers setting in just as Maksim came charging up to yank the tray from her hands.
“Don’t concern yourself with Felicity. Are you burned, honey?” Maksim asked as he checked for damage, his big hands brushing up and down her bodice and coming a little too close to her breasts.
Sucking in a deep gasp and hoping he thought she was reacting to the cold drinks, she tried to catch his hands. The hell of it was she liked how he made her feel with the simplest of touches.
“I’m fine. It’s…cold more than anything,” she answered huskily, wondering where that voice came from. At five foot eleven in flat shoes, she was equal in height to the brunette, though Maksim’s size and height made her feel tiny, feminine.
“What the fuck was that, Felicity? You’re lucky you didn’t burn Ms. MacIntyre. Is that right?” Maksim asked Callie directly.
“My name’s Calysta,” she answered. “Please don’t fuss. I’m not hurt.”
“Sven, get Felicity out of my sight or I’m doing this scene with Veronica,” Maksim commanded, his vivid-green eyes narrowing, his lip curling in disdain.
“What!” Felicity screeched. “Sven wouldn’t dare cut me out of a scene for someone who’s barely elevated from fluffer status, Maksim.”
“It’s…okay, really, don’t change your scene. It was an accident,” Callie insisted, amazed that Maksim cared. No longer searching for injury or burn marks, he stroked. It felt so good she didn’t want him to stop.


Tuesday, August 26, 2014

News: New Release and 50% Off!

Hello everyone,
I know it's been a while since I've blogged, however, I've been busy through the summer with family vacations and writing! In fact, I've a new release coming this week! And I've some awesome news to share regarding the price of seven of my previous titles! Yes, seven books with Ellora's Cave have been reduced by 50% of the original retail price, books include Ink Master, Field of Play, Quarterback Blitz, Arrington's Claim, Sea Captain's Ghost, Rhiannon's Pride and, my first book, Seductive Persuasion! Prices range from less than $4.00-$1.00! These prices are available through EC, Amazon, ARe, Barnes and Noble, and Google Play! Visit my website for direct links: www.francesstockton.com

My new book is Pleasure Trove, featuring an all-new cast of characters, and for now is a standalone, though who knows what the future could bring for some of them? Pleasure Trove features former investigative reporter Callie Andrews seeking answers as to how her long-missing cousin died in California. Her search takes her to Pleasure Trove, an adult film company.

She never expects to meet the enigmatic and charming Maksim Steel, much less become his fluffer, or the daring affair that results! For more information about Pleasure Trove, follow the link: http://www.ellorascave.com/pleasure-trove.html

For a look at the cover, here you go!

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Release Day for Menage-a-Dare!

Hello everyone! I'm wicked excited to share the news that my next Ellora's Cave contemporary erotic romance releases Wednesday May 7, 2014! That's this Wednesday.


For those who may be more familiar with my six book series titled Ink and Kink, my new series Sexcapades, all of which can be identified with Dare in the title were launched with the release of Hazard's Dare, Ellora's Cave Moderne. In Hazard's story, readers were introduced to Dare, Nevada, once a former Wild West ghost town rescued from extinction by a group of investors who turned into a mini-mecca for the rich and famous to play without the risk of discovery by the media or paparazzi.

It is now my pleasure to introduce you to three characters whom you may have met before in a secondary role, Evelyn Stratham, from Cuff Master and Hazard's Dare, ghost hunter Remy Sinclair, also from Cuff Master and the enigmatic and incredibly sexy bisexual businessman with a secret, Jaxon Wynter! 

For more information on any of the books mentioned on this blog post, visit my website http://www.francesstockton.com and click on my bookshelf!

Author's Note: This story is one of sensual discovery with BDSM elements. I highly recommend anyone considering the lifestyle to get informed before engaging in it. Menage-a-Dare also features two bisexual men who become as committed to each other as they do to Eve.

Here's a glimpse of Menage-a-Dare! 
http://www.ellorascave.com/menage-a-dare.html 

Here's a sneak peak at the first meeting between Eve, Remy and Jaxon!
“Eve! Remy,” Avery called out in a rush, disrupting their kiss by plowing into the two of them and wrapping them both up in a bear hug that would do the Maddox brothers proud.
“Whoa, Avery, careful with your knee. I need that part, know what I’m saying?” Remy muttered, laughing when he and Eve drew apart.
“Sorry, Remy, god I’ve missed you guys,” Avery replied, backing up to assess them as only a mother hen or best friend could. “It’s true isn’t it? You and my best friend are a thing, a couple.”
“A couple, yes, a thing, no,” Eve pointed out, laughing happily.
Avery waved her hand in the air expressively. “You guys hungry?”
“Starving,” Remy answered, sounding distracted all of a sudden. His hand tightened on Eve’s, a warning, an acknowledgment, she couldn’t say, all she knew was that something was about to happen.
Turning her head, she discovered why her man had become mute. Another man who wasn’t nearly as big as Remy but equally imposing came strolling up to them as if everything he surveyed belonged to him. The cut of his charcoal-gray slacks, pale-gray shirt and dark vest was impeccable, probably expensive.
At once, Eve was certain the man with the straight, shoulder-length white-blond and dyed black-streaked hair was Jaxon Wynter. To say his hair was beautiful was an understatement—it was gorgeous, different. The added touch of red bleeding down from his widow’s peak made him resemble a vampire.
But it was more than his hair that caught Eve’s attention. He was handsome as sin with a strong chin, a straight nose and a mouth that made her pussy tingle. For a heartbeat she thought the Norse gods had sent him to earth to play with mere mortals.
Wow, she wouldn’t mind playing with him. He had charisma in spades. Everyone in the lobby stopped what they were doing to stare at him. It didn’t matter if they were men or women, they all looked and Eve couldn’t do anything more than stare back.
It was Avery’s frantic waving that broke the strange force-field that seemed to take hold of Eve and Remy. Blinking rapidly, Eve tried to speak but Remy shook his head, for a moment acting as if he’d seen a ghost, which was really ironic considering his profession.
“Jax, come meet my friends,” Avery urged excitedly.
Something told Eve that if Jaxon Wynter didn’t want to rush something, he wouldn’t. He was making a statement. His walk was as engaging as the look he sent Eve and Remy.
Remy felt it too. She knew it by the tug of his hand on hers, the intake of his breath that was utterly male and utterly taken by the other man.






Thursday, April 10, 2014

Authors After Dark, Coming in August!

Authors After Dark is coming QUICKLY and OMG this year is going to be INSANE!

As always AAD is about the readers, and the amount of awesome we have put together for you this year, you would be INSANE not to attend….

First, our amazing Master of Ceremonies is none other than Alexandra Ivy! She will be doing a cool little event to celebrate your favorite gargoyle, Levet on Friday! Wanna know more? Check out the FB group where Alex will be talking about the awesome that she has going on!

Torquere and authors BA Tortuga and Julia Talbot will be Sponsoring our Welcome event, the Midnight Rodeo… And it looks like We will have some VERY COOL goodies and… Riding… happening… *SNICKER*

How about Parties? This year we have a special event called the Leather and Lace Ball! Curious? We thought so! Take a ride on the wild side and let your inhibitions fly with five New York Times Bestselling Authors of erotic romance. Cuffs and corsets encouraged.

With:
J. Kenner, Liliana Hart, Carly Phillips, Janelle Denison, Jasinda Wilder and Lorelei James

The ladies will be talking more about this on the FB group starting soon!

New for 2014 is the Paranormal Party! Join over 20 Paranormal authors who will be giving away goodies, some books and hanging out with you to snack and chat! Wanna know what authors are involved? You will have to join the FB group to see!


And of course, we have the amazing Masquerade Ball! This year it’s the SINS AND VIRTUES BALL! Are you a sin or a virtue? Join us for a wild costumed event! Prizes for the best costumes, including a 200$ gift certificate to Lori Ann Costumes!

Your Sins and Virtues Sponsors:
Sin Lust
Boone Brux
Opal Carew

Sin Pride
BA Tortuga
Andrew Grey

Sin Envy
Stella Price
TJ Michaels

Sin Gluttony
Desiree Holt
Saranna DeWylde

Sin Greed
Ann Mayburn
Heather Long

Sin Sloth
Lizzie T. Leaf
Julie Morgan

Sin Wrath
Stacey Kennedy
Marianne Morea

Virtue Charity
Kerry Adrienne
Trista Ann

Virtue Chastity
Jenn LeBlanc
Annabel Jospeh

Virtue Humility
Milly Taiden
Donna McDonald

Virtue Kindness
CJ Ellisson
Alexandra Ivy

Virtue Temprance
J. Kenner
Sidney

Virtue Diligence
Denise Grover Swank
Jenna McCormick

Virtue Patience
Lousia Bacio
Kallypso masters

And if THAT isn’t enough awesome that will be going on… This year we have an amazing off site costumed event… the Ladies on the Green event sponsored by the AAD Anachronistic Society! This will be an hour and a Half on the famous GREEN in Charlotte (a half block from the hotel). It will be a Costumed event (though Costumes are not required they are encouraged!) to celebrate Gothic, Victorian, steampunk dark historical literature! Your hosts will be: Sahara Kelly, Amanda McIntyre, Leanna Renee Hieber, A.L. Davroe and S.A. Price. Prizes and readings will happen, as well as photo ops!

And NEVER forget the Amazing Open bar with Mel Schroeder and friends! They have SO MUCH awesome set up for you just before the Bookies… you do NOT wanna miss that!

Getting excited yet? How about some info on the AWESOME mini events we have going on? Ready?

On Wed. Night,  Join Sasha White and Joey W. Hill for a wild party and Q&A, Also, the Blind Date Book Party will be open to start your con right! (If you have never done a BDBP, you are MISSING out! You need to attend, Get your blind date book, find the author that wrote it, and hang out with them!)

Thursday?  Panels up the wazoo, and the Bookie Awards----- goodies and books to be given out! The hangout with The GNO girls lead by CJ Ellisson and Boone Brux for some crazy fun! And if that wasn’t enough?  Readings and a Blogger Sleepover party as well!

Friday? More panels, a games carnival with Nina Gooden and Pals, Name that Author with Cat Johnson, and some other fun surprises!

Saturday? A few panels, the Big ass booksigning with 100 authors,  the Cowboy Stampede party, the Readers Mad Tea Party with Hildie McQueen, An after the bookies event with a special publisher sponsor, And Jess Michaels’ Birthday extravaganza!

SEE? SO MUCH AWESOME! All the authors that are involved with parties will be talking about their involvement on the FB group, so join up and get ready to rock.

Oh? You say you’re not registered for AAD yet? You need to be! All registrants get put in the hat for the welcome party prizes, and these prizes are AMAZING! Breakfast with authors, Booze and Books, side trips to Carrowwinds…. We have a minimum of 90 special prizes…. So…

You need to rock this con! And as if this wasn’t enough…. AAD will be giving away something really awesome to registrants…. Wanna know what?

How about 5 VIP registrations for THE NOVEL EXPERIENCE 2015 in LAS VEGAS? YES… 5!


And…

How about this… If we hit 100 more registrations from TODAY April 10th to June 10th, we will give away 2 AAD registrations for 2015…  2!!!!! So get registered, get your room and get ready for one HELL of an amazing year with us!

 JOIN US! WE CANT WAIT TO HANGOUT WITH YOU!