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Stacey Turner's expertise at spinning a tale shines in "Rymfire Erotica: An Erotic Horror Anthology".

I received a notice on Face Book, an invite to check out Stacey Turner's Face Book author page. I am a huge fan of Stacey's writing as well as her editorial skills, so naturally I immediately head over there. When I clicked on her link, Read My Book, it brought me to a list of books available on Amazon that includes stories written by Stacey. At the bottom of this list, a book titled, Rymfire Erotica caught my attention. It includes Stacey's short story, Martin. Not having had the pleasure of reading this story, on Stacey's merits alone, I bought the book, down loaded it to my Kindle for PC and began reading.
I cannot speak of the other stories in Rymfire Erotica, not yet, not until I've read them. I will read them all and review them as well but I was compelled to write this review for Stacey. Erotica and horror are genres that I dabble in; but Stacey's story took me by surprise. If what you are looking for is basic pornography; tactless erotica; then Martin is not a story for you. If however, you enjoy a well crafted, magical, keep you on the edge of your seat suspense story with a touch of romance, do yourself a favor and read Stacey Turner's dynamic short story, Martin. You will not be disappointed.
Stacey does not waste any time, her story sprints out of the starting gate with a grand opening paragraph and maintains the flow and rhythm throughout, even surpassing the expectations of this devoted fan. Please do not assume that I am biased for I am no longer affiliated with Angel Knight Press. This statement is strictly based upon professional respect and the fact that Stacey Turner's short story Martin is without a doubt clever and superbly written.
Sincerely, Quinn

Comments

  1. Erotica and horror??? Hmm...something I may just have to go and check out. Thanks for the heads up :)

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  2. It's so worth checking out. I love Stacey's style, she writes as well as any of the New York Times best seller authors. :)

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  3. What an amazing thing to wake up to! Thank you so much, Quinn, for the great review and compliments. I'm overwhelmed by your praise, especially since you are a talented horror/erotica writer yourself.

    You made my day.

    ♥Stacey

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  4. I have you all beat! I read this before it was published. Am I a dog or what? I loved it!

    Blaze

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