Selah March

May 28, 2007

NEW RELEASE: Fortune’s Fool

Filed under: Uncategorized — Selah March @ 7:51 am

FORTUNE’S FOOL: an anthology of erotic romance, available today from Phaze.

ISBN 1-59426-909-2

Four mistresses of erotic romance present a collection of tales destined to get pulses racing. Sexy psychics offer delectable divination in the past, present, and future.

KING OF SWORDS – Biana D’Arc: Sparks ignite when a psychic meets a special ops warrior aboard a space station. When enemies attack, will close quarters and danger draw them together?

TEMPTING FATE – Eva Gale: An up-and-coming banker falls for the town palm reader. She might be breathtaking, but a spinster from a notorious psychic family is hardly the career boost he wanted.

MIRANDA WRITES – Cassidy Kent: A novelist becomes a fortune-teller for book research. When an FBI agent mistakes her for a counterfeiter, danger and romance ensue. Will she meet her deadline… or wind up just plain dead?

FLESH AND BONE – Selah March: Captured by the “Madre” Donnatella DeTagliera–a sadistic Dominatrix with murder on her mind–Detective Marcus Colton is about to suffer a slow and agonizing death. Only English professor and reluctant psychic Leah Benjamin has any hope of finding him in time. But Leah’s history with the Madre puts her in a dangerous position. Can she save Marcus? Or will Leah be caught in the Madre’s web of torture and death a second time?

Excerpt from FLESH AND BONE by Selah March:

“It didn’t work,” he said. His voice was a gritty rasp.

“It’s all right.” Leah stepped forward and tried to catch his eye. Couldn’t let him get too much into his own head, or this would end in disaster. “I thought maybe it would take more than once.”

“More than once?” He sounded more weary than surprised. “Can’t do that again. It’ll kill me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic. I’ll tell you what will kill you, though–the Madre, and she’ll take joy in doing it slowly if she comes back and you’re still…all worked up.”

He shook his head. “And you’re so sure she won’t kill me anyway. Why?”

“I’m not sure. But which way would you rather die, Detective? A quick slash to the throat, or…” She glanced over her shoulder at the glass-fronted cabinet in the corner. She knew what was likely inside. Bladed instruments crafted for flaying skin from muscle. Vises made to crush small extremities. She looked away and shuddered.

“Point taken.”

She nodded. “And if we’re lucky, she’ll only beat you and leave you alive to play with tomorrow. That would buy us some time.”

His smile was wry. “Yeah, that sounds like my kinda luck.” He cleared his throat and shifted his knees on the floor. His cock bobbed with the movement. “I probably should’ve asked you this before, but…even if you could find a paperclip or something, you probably can’t jimmy the locks on these, right?” He shook his wrists in the shackles.

“Sorry, Detective. I’m an English professor, not a cat burglar. I could quote you some Shakespeare, if you’re bored.”

He grinned. “Thought so.”


“Never mind.” He sighed and rolled his shoulders. “All right, let’s get on with it.”

She saw the muscles in his abdomen quiver as she approached. She reached out her hand to touch him, and he said, “Wait.”


He inclined his head, looking every-so-slightly sheepish. “I feel like I should…I dunno…kiss you or something.”

She felt her face open up into a smile–her first since she’d landed in this awful place. “That’s not necessary. This isn’t a date.”

“No, but I’d feel better about it.”

She stepped back again and considered him. “I’m going to say no, Detective. But I’ll tell you what–if and when we get out of this alive, I’ll let you buy me dinner. And if that goes well, I’ll let you kiss me good night.”

“Are you always this tough?”

She thought of Ray Delacroix’s poor, twisted ear and smiled wider. “You have to catch me in the right mood. I’m going to touch you now.”


Now that I’ve clawed my way out of Deadline Hell and back into the sweet, late-spring sunshine, I might actually be around to get this whole “new website” thing moving. And maybe blog a little. Can’t promise to say anything interesting, though. Keep your expectations low.

No. Lower than that. Really. – Romance of Dubious Virtue (soon to undergo reconstruction)


  1. I will promo-but I’m an ostrich about the rest. Cause I’m just skeert like that.

    Comment by Eva Gale — May 29, 2007 @ 8:26 am | Reply

  2. My God, I thought you were dead.

    Still patiently waiting on the end of the steampunk, dear. See? This is my “patiently waiting” face.

    Comment by Selah March — May 29, 2007 @ 11:40 am | Reply

  3. That steampunk is kicking my ass. For some reason, every irrational fear is hitting me right now with it and I’m stuck in the middle of that sex scene.

    I never ever thought of throwing in the towel before, but I would love to now.

    Not really-but did I tell you this story is kicking my ass?

    Comment by Eva Gale — May 29, 2007 @ 12:59 pm | Reply

  4. Congrats!!!

    Comment by Arin Rhys — May 29, 2007 @ 9:58 pm | Reply

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