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October 29, 2014

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October 25, 2014

Crimson Desires: An Erotic Vampire AnthologyReleases October 25th 2014Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Publishing

*****Warning: This book contains blood, sex, and vampires doing naughty things only mature audiences should read.*****

10 steamy Vampire stories in one erotic multi-author bundle to set your nights on fire. Vampires have never been sexier…

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GOODNIGHT SAM by Inger Iversen ~ The tragic history of Sam and Hope, who have existed as vampires since the eighteenth century. Sam has grown weary of the new world along with the escalating conflicts of his kind and wishes to attain peace in what is know as 'the true death', while Hope desperately desires to pursue a more fulfilling life together.

ONE NIGHT WITH A VAMPIRE by Rozlyn Sparks ~ Sometimes the only way to forget the pain of a broken heart is to get back in the saddle. At least that is how Daphne’s friends see it. And since Daphne isn’t showing any signs of letting that happen, they take it into their own hands. Blindfolded, Daphne is whisked away to the famed, House of Immortal Pleasures, a vampire-run Brothel in Pahrump, Nevada, for a night of fun to exorcise her demons of boyfriends gone bad..

ALONG CAME A KILLER by Dicey Grenor ~ He’s a vampire who has found his calling in being a hired killer. Nothing’s better than taking out his targets, until he gets one he’s unsure how to handle. **This novelette (app. 12,000 words) occurs at the end of Sleepy Willow’s Loosed Soul (Vol. 3), before the Epilogue. One of the characters makes it to Wolf’s Fire (Vol. 3.2). Read to find out which one. If you are new to The Narcoleptic Vampire Series, ALONG CAME A KILLER can be read out of order or as a standalone.**

INDIGO by Willsin Rowe ~ After nine centuries, Caleb Durant believes he’s seen all the world can offer. Life has lost its music, and even hunting has become monotonous. But when he catches the essence of curvy young violist, Indigo Byrne, everything changes. Is she the one to bring music back into his immortal existence?

CRIMSON ADDICTION by Emily Walker ~ Vampire services are the norm now that they’ve decided to work alongside humans. Some of the services provided are more taboo than others. One night of bliss with a monster is never enough. Tamara should’ve known anything that good was just too dangerous. Now it’s the only thing consuming her thoughts. How will she ever escape its grip?

HALLOWEEN FANTASIES by Rozlyn Sparks ~ Touted as the sexiest party of the year, the annual Halloween Fantasy Ball is the one place a girl can let loose and succumb to her wildest fantasies.

Disguised as a sexy vampire huntress, Sasha captures the attention of Dante, a real life creature of the night. For Sasha, meeting bona-fide vampire is enough to fulfill one of her life long fantasies. She’s ready to go home a happy woman.

But Dante has other plans. It is after all, a night of fantasies, and he has a few of his own to share.

FOR THE LOVE OF RENATA by Lissette E. Manning ~ Renata Lorrie never expected to feel the way she does, most especially when it comes to her beloved Jackie. Amidst the ensuing chaos, she gives in to her hunger and insatiable desires. When love and passion collide, anything is possible, a certainty she’s learning every step of the way.

BITTEN by Morgan Black ~ Eve Mallory is a stuck up prude with a dead end newspaper job. But when her boss offers her a chance to write a story about the hottest sex club in town her whole world changes. Eve thinks she’s just at Red to get the scoop, she never expects to be brought into the elite circle of Vampires who are wealthy, beautiful, and hungry. Possibly for her blood. And then there's Derek, with his piercing blue eyes, incredible build, and smug understanding of Eve. Why does he know so much about her? And what is it about his touch that makes her tremble?

BLOOD PURPLE, BOOK ONE OF THE BLOOD SERIES by Ashley Nemer ~ In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula. Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.

THE ROSE CHRONICLES by Julieanne Lynch ~ Young, beautiful and naive, Bianka doesn't understand the price she has to pay with being the chosen one. The choices she makes will forever change life as she knows it. More so when she becomes a vampire with insatiable thirsts and desires.

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October 19, 2014


CRIMSON DREAMS: A Vampire Anthology 10 tantalizing tales of Vampires in one enticing multi-author boxed set! Together, these stories have over 500+ five star reviews. Vampires have never been more wicked… ****Recommended for readers 18yrs + for Mature Content****
FEW ARE ANGELS by Inger Iversen ~ War is raging between the Immortals and the Dark Prince’s army of half-breed vampires — and gifted Ella finds herself at the center. Can renegade half-breed vampire Kale keep her safe as their forbidden love awakens?
BLOOD OF THE SON (Skye Morrison Vampire Series, #1) by J.L. McCoy ~ Recent college grad, Skye Morrison, accepts a new job from gorgeous businessman, Archer Rhys, as the executive assistant at The Mausoleum, Austin's newest and hottest Goth club. She quickly finds out she may have gotten more than she bargained for. Blood of the Son; this isn’t your little sister’s vampire novel.
RELUCTANT STORM by P.A. Warren ~ What if everything about your world was a lie? When Claire discovers there’s a vampire world out there she never knew existed, she ends up used as a pawn in someone else’s game. Two powerful men strive to use her in their devious competition. Loyalties will be tested, ties will be broken, and love will face the ultimate test.
BLOOD WARRIOR by H.D. Gordon ~ The tale of two sisters who take on a world of vampires and werewolves, as well as the monsters that dwell within themselves.
VAMPIRE COP by Sheri Kurtz ~ Chef Deputy Sheriff Shawn Anderson finds himself the victim of a frame job. Now he has to find out who is setting him up without letting on that he's a vampire.
REIGN OF BLOOD Book #1 by Alexia Purdy ~ April Tate is a seventeen-year-old ferocious vampire killer who lives in the remains of Las Vegas one year after a viral epidemic has left the world decimated. After her family is abducted, her world tilts when she discovers they're not truly alone.
IMMORTALIS CARPE NOCTEM by Katie Salidas ~ Becoming a vampire is easy. Living with the condition...that's the hard part. Newbie vampire Alyssa never asked for this life, but now it's all she has. Rescued from death by Lysander, the aloof and sexy leader of the Peregrinus vampire clan, she's barely cut her teeth before she becomes a target of Kallisto, an ancient and vindictive vampire queen and Lysander's old mate.
BEDTIME TALES FROM THE APOCALYPSE(The Girl With No Name, Aluminum Butterflies, By Lantern’s Light, Prologue to the Apocalypse, & Scarred) by Michael Hammor ~ As the economy worsens, Agent Simmons investigates a murder at a border patrol check point. Tapping the talents of an IT technician, they uncover more than they wanted to know.A young woman wanders, seeking revenge. One night, she’s attacked under an overpass. As the hunters stalk their prey, they have no idea things may not be as they seem. Soon, a price is placed on her head. She struggles with her demons as external forces align against her.  She will have to make a difficult decision; join forces with the Mayor of Huachuca City, or Dance with the Dawn.
THE SCENE, Dylan Hart book #1 by R.M. Gilmore ~ Irreverent, twenty-something journalist, Dylan Hart, is not your average heroine. With a big butt and an even bigger mouth, she has her work cut out for her when she decides to cash-in on the blood-drained bodies of seven prostitutes scattered throughout southern California.With her best friend in tow, and two contrasting boy-babes at her heels, the crew is pulled into an all too real sanguinarian lifestyle and dragged them through a bloody good mystery. Horrible pun intended.
Subtle Secrets by Lissette E. Manning ~ An unexpected plague brought down the entire world, leaving its inhabitants to founder in its wake. Survival is a must, a lesson both human and vampire alike are learning quite well. Abbessé Franklin has promised herself that she’ll wipe out the Falgori with every stroke of her sword, or die trying in the process.

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September 29, 2014

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September 21, 2014

Hunters & Prey (Immortalis Book 2)
The exciting sequel to Immortalis Carpe Noctem.
Rule number one: humans and vampires don't co-exist. One is the hunter and one is the prey. Simple, right? Not for newly-turned vampire Alyssa.
A surprise confrontation with Santino Vitale, the Acta Sanctorum's most fearsome hunter, sends her fleeing back to the world she once knew, and Fallon, the human friend she's missed more than anything. Now she has some explaining to do. However, that will have to wait. With the Acta Sanctorum hot on their heels, staying alive is more important than educating a human on the finer points of bloodlust.
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Hot blood coursed through my veins as I gulped down the gushing fountain of my victim’s neck. He won’t be hurting women anymore. I thought to myself as I swallowed each hot mouthful of blood. How quickly the hunter becomes the prey. Using the power of my mind, I sent him feelings: waves of pain and grief for the murder he had committed. The human mind was easy to control, and I called upon all the skill I possessed to make him suffer. Murderers and those who dealt in crime and abuse were my prey. It was because of them, those vile individuals, that I was a vampire. Memories of my own near-death experience and echoes of past wounds fueled me.   As a vampire, I had power, the power to stop bad people from doing awful, evil things. Fate has a way of working things out, and it gave my bloodlust a purpose. If I was to be this creature, I would ensure that my feeding stopped the unnecessary deaths of innocents.I drained him slowly and painfully, savoring the honey-sweet elixir of his blood.  Keeping him alert enough to feel every draw against his neck, I gnawed at the wound with my sharp teeth and dug my nails into his flesh. I wanted him to feel everything. I wouldn’t let him go unconscious. He needed to know and understand the torment he had inflicted on others. I only wished I had found him, sooner before he ended the life of the poor woman lying at our feet. The fearful look in her dead eyes was a painful reminder of the men who had attacked me. This man would pay with his dying breath. My victim moaned pitifully. He beat against my back, struggling to free himself.  I tightened my grip, locking his body in my deadly embrace. He was going nowhere. The heat from his blood coursed through my veins, strengthening me, warming me, giving me his life-energy. I savored this feeling: the tingling rush, the ecstasy, that filled my being.Just as the wave of pleasure crested, his heart slowed to an erratic thump, and the gushing fountain became a trickle. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His blood pressure was dropping. I lifted my head and gazed into his fear-filled eyes. “It’s no fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” I smiled at him, licking the last few drops of his blood from my fangs.  My head swam with energy—his energy. I felt powerful, strong, and just. The wretched man was like putty—just a lump of mush—in my hands. Weakly, he exhaled a final dying breath. The light of life in his eyes extinguished. His head lolled and then flopped backward. I listened carefully.  His heart thumped once, twice, and then … nothing.I bit my tongue and swirled a mix of my saliva and blood across the wound on his neck, ensuring it would close. The evidence of my feeding would be gone by the time anyone found him. A strange prickling sensation tickled the back of my neck. The hair on my arms stood straight on end. I had come to know this unmistakable feeling quite well since I’d been turned. Another vampire was close. I dropped my victim unceremoniously on top of the woman he’d just killed and turned around to scan the area. Though the street was dark, my vampire eyes had no problem spotting another pair of pale eyes staring back at me from the shadows. A footstep broke the silence. Still young, I’d had limited dealings with other vampires. Not all were friendly. I hoped the one watching me would be. “I know you’re out there,” I called to the darkness. “Show yourself.”Raspy laughter crawled out of the shadow. “Are you sure you want me to do that, Alyssa?”In the space of a second, realization hit me. My eyes went wide and my heart slammed into my chest. Oh shit. Santino!Another footstep echoed around me as he moved into the light.A trademark of the vampire kind, his blue-gray eyes seemed to glow as he looked at me. A wild mane of salt-and-pepper hair jutted out in all directions on top of his head.  Deep-creased wrinkles and scars covered an aged face that had seen many battles. His lips pulled back into a predatory smile, revealing a perfect set of sharp white fangs.I was running before I could even comprehend the thought of it. I needed to get away. Fast.***As the sun began its ascent into the sky, I settled down, safely at home, preparing for sleep. But it wouldn’t come peacefully. Somewhere, trapped between the dreaming and waking world, I felt his presence. The cold, prickling sensation. It crawled up my spine and raised the hairs on the back of my neck.  Not again. I tried desperately to rouse myself. I knew what would come next.As if on cue, those cold, emotionless, blue-gray eyes appeared above me. They locked on me with contempt. Santino. I’d dreamt of him for weeks after our last battle. I thought I had finally escaped the daymares that had haunted me, but now they were back. I knew every scar on that fearsome face, though I wished I didn’t. I’d met him only once before, and against the odds, I’d lived to talk about it. That was something only a handful could claim. Santino was not one to leave anyone alive once he’d set his sights on them. I willed myself to wake. But, just as before, the dream continued.His piecing gaze bore into my skull. I was motionless; my body barely held the strength to gasp for air. Laid out like an offering, I was an easy target, ready to be slaughtered.If I could have screamed I would have, but I was mute, destined to see the events unfold as they had when I had lived through them.Santino’s mouth formed a sinister smile. The tips of his fangs poked out from behind his lips, but I knew it was not his teeth I should fear.Stuck again in this nightmare, I tried in vain to will myself awake. Paralysis had me frozen in place, helpless. Slowly, he reached out, grabbing my head, balling up a fistful of my hair. Strands snapped under his grip, pinching and pulling away from my scalp. I needed to break free from his grasp. I needed to somehow get out of this dream. Fear gripped me. He rocked my head from one side to the other, inspecting me. Would this finally be the time? Would he finally kill me? His eyes focused on my neck. Wake up, damn it! “Not going to be much of a fight, are you?” he said, pulling out his knife—a large thick blade with jagged edges. Blood from his last kill still coated it.He made the sign of the cross and mumbled a prayer under his breath.I willed my muscles to listen. Move, I yelled in my head. Move, damn it. Wake up! My heart beat wildly, thundering in my ears as Santino’s eyes opened and focused on me once more. Disgust flashed across his face, as if I were a mangy animal and it was beneath him to have to put me down. His lips again formed that sinister sneer. I shuddered. His gaze was like ice, sending a shiver slithering down my spine to the churning pit of my stomach. He exhaled a growling breath that echoed in the room as he placed the cold, heavy blade to my neck. ***No!I awoke with a start, shooting upright in bed. My heart pounded, and my chest heaved with each sharp breath. Disorientation fogged my vision. I struggled to compose myself and come back into reality. It’s over, he’s gone. If this had been merely a bad dream, the sight of my room and Lysander sleeping next to me would have been immediate comforts, but this wasn’t just a dream. Those events were real. Re-living my first run in with Santino seemed to be my curse. The memories haunted me, playing out every detail of that bloody night, ending just before Santino attempted to finish me off.  He’d nearly destroyed my entire clan that night. I shuddered at the thought of him. Santino was well known as the Acta Sanctorum’s best hunter—a vampire who made a career of killing his own kind. He and his team of hunters had tracked down and destroyed the largest coven of vampires known to exist. He killed their leader, Kallisto, right before my eyes. I was supposed to have been next on his hit list. If it hadn’t been for Lysander and the aid of our friends in the Peregrinus clan, I would have died. I was lucky to have gotten away, and Lysander had almost paid for my escape with his life. Everyone assumed Santino either dead or too weak after that battle to continue his hunt. Deep down, I felt differently. I knew he had survived. He was the one I’d seen while hunting. I had run from him without a good look, but there was no doubt in my mind. It couldn't have been anyone else.When are these dreams going to stop?I sighed, raking my hands through my hair, pulling away long red strands sticking to my clammy face. Vampires aren’t supposed to have daymares.I ran the battle though in my memory. Even though months had passed since I had been pulled out of the burning building, it still felt like it had been only a day ago. I remembered Lysander’s motionless body floating in the water. He had managed to escape the fire by diving out of a second-story window to the back yard pool below. It had taken us days to nurse him back to full health. But Santino was never found. Lysander believed Santino was gone, and that there was no reason to fear him anymore. Faint rays of light seeped in through the sides of the curtains. Still daylight. The clock on Lysander’s tall oak dresser flashed as the minutes changed, confirming the time. Great, only noon. Sunset isn’t for at least seven more hours. Damn these long summer days!I rubbed my sleepy eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath. My heartbeat slowed, returning to a faint whispering thump.No use trying to get back to sleep now. A very groggy-looking Lysander rolled over to face me. I looked into his sleepy eyes, allowing myself to feel the warmth—the connection between us. “Sorry, did I wake you?” His face always looked so angelic among the sheets. I felt safe with Lysander. He was my guardian, my teacher, and my lover. “Santino again? I thought you had finally escaped those dreams,” he said, yawning as he stretched out his muscular arms. My midday waking had become routine for the last few months.  I’d woken him up too many times with these daymares. “Yeah. I still can’t get the memory out of my head. What if he did survive? What if he is gaining strength?”He sat up next to me. His dark chocolate-colored hair, messy from sleep, fell haphazardly around his pale face, highlighting his beautiful blue-gray eyes. The sheet fell to his waist, allowing for a full view of the defined ridges of his chest, corded arms, and broad shoulders. He reached up and gently stroked my face with a cool hand, tracing his thumb over my lips.“Alyssa, please. We have had this conversation too many times.” He gazed at me imploringly, begging me to go back to sleep. “Even if Santino is still out there, he is weak. The fire almost killed me. You and the Peregrinus brought me back with your blood. Santino wouldn’t have that luxury. He will take months, if not years, feeding on the blood of animals to heal back to full strength again.”“Why do I keep dreaming about him? Why can’t I get him out of my head?” I fisted my hands at my side, balling up bed sheets.“You’ve had very traumatic experiences.” His voice was soft and soothing. “It is normal for there to be some after-effects.”“It’s not only that, I saw…”He put an arm around me and pulled me close. I relaxed a little, enjoying the feel of his strong arms. Nuzzling into his chest, I listened to his heart. It beat in a slow, peaceful rhythm. I wanted to settle down, to lie there enjoying the comfort and pleasure of being close to Lysander. But the thought wouldn’t leave my head.The words spilled from my mouth before I could form cohesive thoughts. “I saw a man. Last night. He looked exactly like Santino. I was hunting.” “It’s only natural that your mind is focusing on Santino.” Lysander’s voice remained soft, as smooth as velvet and as peaceful as a lullaby. He gently stroked my arm. “But you must trust me. If he is out there, he is too weak to hurt us.”
What if he isn’t? I shook my head.
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September 3, 2014

I know many of you have been waiting. I know I have.
They're finally here!!!Get your Autographed copy of the Chronicles of the Uprising: Complete trilogy! Only $15 when you buy directly from me!
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The Chronicles of the Uprising
The great cataclysm wiped almost all life from the face of planet Earth, but tiny pockets of survivors crawled from the ashes, with only one thought: Survival, at any cost. 
But not all survivors were human. 
In the dark, militant human society that rose in the aftermath, supernatural creatures-Otherkin-were first assimilated...and then enslaved. Forced into blood sport, their existence tolerated only as long as they were entertaining to the human masses. Kill or be killed. Spectacularly. 
But rumors of a free settlement of Otherkin-a place known as Sanctuary-drive Mira to risk everything including her life. 
An impossible escape proves only to be the beginning for Mira. Her Journey pulls two opposing factions together, and it seems a bloody war looms on the horizon: one that will end in either a shift in the world's balance of power...or ultimate destruction. 

Initiation * Dissension * Complication* Revolution

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August 4, 2014

The great cataclysm wiped almost all life from the face of planet Earth, but some survived. Not all of those who survived were human. Forget what you know of humanity in this thrilling trilogy by author, Katie Salidas. Chronicles of the Uprising!

Three complete works. The Chronicles of the Uprising by Katie Salidas are now available where all ebooks are sold.
Join Mira, a vampire and gladiator, as she fights against the humans who oppress her and the Otherkin who would use her for her deadly talents.

In the aftermath of the great cataclysm, vampires are enslaved by humans and used for blood sport as gladiators in the arena. Mira is undefeated, uncompromising, and unbreakable, but when an escape attempt leads her into the path of the city’s Regent, her destiny is changed forever.

Narrowly escaping death at the hands of the Magistrate, Mira travels west with three weakened human fugitives, searching for the mythical land of Sanctuary. When she does find Sanctuary, it presents her with an unenviable decision between her own desires for freedom and peace, or honor and the human companions who risked it all for her.

Battle lines have been drawn between human and Otherkin, and a bloody war is on the horizon: one that will end in either a shift in the world’s balance of power...or ultimate destruction. Mira is caught between the old masters who used her as entertainment and the new ones who consider her as nothing more than a weapon.
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July 27, 2014

Killing had been her way of life. Survival. Kill or be killed. As a gladiator, there was no middle ground. In the arena, by order of her masters, she’d sent so many others to early graves. It was enough to make her hungry for revenge on all members of the so-called human race. The lot of them were untrustworthy, greedy, vengeful, lying bastards. Mira shot a heated glance toward Lucian. Human. Former Regent. One who had, in the past, ordered the death of many of her kind. At a single turn of his thumb she herself had been forced to end the lives of many vampire kin, ripping out their throats while crowds cheered above her. And they called hera savage. Mira scoffed at the irony.She should hate Lucian as much as she hated the rest of human society; she certainly had the right to. But not all humans were bad. At least not that one, she reminded herself as her gaze narrowed down his short dark hair toward the crook of his neck, spotting the pulsating artery there. It would be so easy to sink her fangs in and drink her fill. Lucian had once been part of the problem, but no longer. He’d helped save her from her imprisonment. He’d proven his true nature. She looked back to the other two humans in the vehicle – the aging Curtis and his wife, Sarah, huddling together, fighting exhaustion. They too had helped, despite obvious revulsion at her species. Not all humans were the enemy. Not all were evil. Just as she, a vampire, was not evil. She dragged in another breath of that glorious fresh night air and let it clear away the anger. So many years she had dreamed of freedom, and now she had it.  She was free. Alive. No more silver shackles. No more tiny cell smelling of dirt and decay. No more fighting for her life in the arena. Sure, they were still in danger, and the humans would certainly pursue her, but in this one moment, she was free. The crispness of that single breath stirred within her the desire for more. Others too should savor this freedom. She thought back to the prison and all of the vampires still trapped within. George, the closest thing she’d had to a true friend. Tegan, her last opponent. He’d been her enemy in the arena and in training, but he didn’t deserve to remain locked behind silver-coated bars. Countless others were still languishing away within the Iron Gate prison. Those poor souls. They needed to know that there was more to immortality than servitude. “You okay, Mira?” Lucian’s weary tone was soft as a whisper.Quiet as they were, his words snapped Mira from her thoughts. “Yeah. Why?”“You just look…” Lucian hesitated as if unable to complete the thought.“I’m fine. I just haven’t seen the stars in so long. They’re so beautiful.”Lucian glanced upwards, but his eyes didn’t sparkle the way Mira had hoped. “I guess.”“Don’t take them for granted. You don’t know what it’s like to miss them.”“I can only imagine.” He forced a smile.She couldn’t be too annoyed with him. Living a life of privilege, as he had, wanting for nothing, how could she expect him to appreciate something as small yet significant as the stars shimmering in the night sky? There was a time when she too had taken them for granted. “Nice driving back there.” She hoped the subject change would break the awkward silence between them.His chest puffed with pride. “I have to admit, it was pretty exciting.” Mira smiled at the sudden change in his demeanor. She doubted he’d ever experienced anything as thrilling as their escape in his life. “I’ll be honest. I had my doubts we’d make it.”“Really?” His shoulders slumped slightly.“Three humans and one half-blind vampire being chased by trained soldiers? Think about it. The odds weren’t exactly in our favor, now, were they?”“You should give us more credit than that.”“We did it. We survived and we’re still alive. That’s credit enough. Don’t get cocky; you’ll become sloppy.” She didn’t mean to downplay their abilities, but being a realist, she wouldn’t sugarcoat things. That wasn’t the warrior way. Lucian’s jaw tightened. Clearly dissatisfied by her lack of praise, he turned away, looking out the window toward the horizon. “So, do you have an idea as to where we’re going?”“No.” Sanctuary had always been a land of legend. A rumor spread among the vampires wanting to find freedom from oppression. She’d been on the road to finding it once; before she’d been captured. Back when she was just a fledgling traveling with her sire and lover, Theo. All she remembered from those days was that they’d been heading west, toward the coast. “Nor do I know what we’ll do or find if we ever get there.”“Well, you’re just a bright little ray of sunshine tonight, aren’t you?”
“I don’t like sunshine, and I’m not going to pretend we’re in the clear. We’ve still got a lot of question marks hanging above our heads.”
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July 24, 2014

Coming to an ereader near you! 
Revolution: Book 3 in the Chronicles of the Uprising
Peace is an illusion. Blood, violence, and death follow Mira like shadows. Battle lines have been drawn between human and Otherkin, and a bloody war is on the horizon: one that will end in either a shift in the world’s balance of power...or ultimate destruction. In spite of their strength, powers, and a rage known only by the oppressed, the Otherkin are evenly matched by the superior numbers of the human army. To tip the balance in their favor, the Otherkin need more soldiers – and their only options are the Gladiators of New Haven city. Mira is sent across enemy lines to recruit any able-bodied vampires to her cause. But what she discovers along the way will blur the lines between friends and enemies. Seeds of doubt weaken Mira’s allegiance, and she finds herself torn between the old masters who used her as entertainment and the new ones who consider her as nothing more than a weapon.As the war draws near, Mira will have to decide what she is truly fighting for. 
Revolution is expected to be released on August 4th 2014.
Haven't read the other two in the series? Now's the time to catch up. 

How About A Sample?
Silvery moonlight bled through the sheer curtains above Mira’s head. Cradled in the warmth of the pillowy mattress, Mira could have stayed in bed for all eternity. She could hardly remember a time when she’d been so comfortable. Thirty years in a dirty cell had made her forget the simple comforts of a warm bed and soft clothes. The breeze drifted in, picking up the curtains and sending them lazily dancing. She reached up, letting them tickle her fingertips, and noticed something she’d ever seen before. Well, at least something she hadn’t seen in a very long time. Her hands were clean. Truly clean… and soft. No caked-on blood and grime, or gunk embedded into her nail beds. They even smelled of lemongrass and sandalwood, and were smoother than she’d ever known, thanks to the oils and lotions Stryker had provided her.  This was how things were supposed to be. Life was not supposed to be dirty and ugly. Life was meant to be lived, and small comforts like this enjoyed, not ended by the swift stroke of her sword at the order of her masters. Though she missed the comfortable weight of her weapon, she’d gladly give it up if it meant never having to fight again. She sighed contentedly and let the squishy mattress hug every inch of her body. This was heaven. If she could somehow stop time, make the moment last forever, she would. Not being a very devout vampire, Mira still silently prayed – begged really – to the gods for more of this blissful peace. Hope kept the dream alive, but Mira knew the truth. This was only a brief peaceful interlude, one she so desperately needed, but it would be short-lived.  Mira was a warrior. Fighting was her life, try as she might to deny it, and the looming dread of what was to come weighed heavily on her heart. She should have been up and moving, sunset having long since passed, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the window. So many evenings lost. So many missed opportunities to take in the breathtaking majesty of the starlit sky. Thirty years of imprisonment deep underground had robbed her of everything she’d once taken for granted, and now that she was finally able to see and appreciate the twinkling stars, Mira wasn’t wasting one second of it. In less than forty-eight hours, she’d be back on the road to almost certain death. She pulled a soft knit blanket up to her shoulders to ward off the slight chill in the air. Everything comes with a price. Caldera Grove. Beautiful, mystical, and earthy, it promised that longed-for freedom to Mira, and a life free of prejudice. But that did not extend to the humans who’d accompanied her. Lucian, Sarah, and Curtis’s fate depended on Mira. She’d already paid dearly in the struggle for her own freedom, but it had not been enough to ensure her friends’ safety. The price promised to cost her more than she would be able to pay… a trip back to New Haven, behind the Iron Gate.Hardened warrior as she was, thinking of returning to that dreadful place made her cringe. Silver-coated bars. UV torches. The lightbox. Thirty years spent trying to escape from within those walls. Enduring unbearable tortures and being forced to kill for the entertainment of her masters. Anger turned to bile in the back of her throat, threatening to sour the peaceful moment she’d been enjoying. It was best not to think of such things. Live in the moment. Enjoy the comfort. Savor the delectably squishy mattress at her back, and the chilly breeze blowing in. These luxuries deserved to be cherished. “Mira, are you up?” Lucian’s voice, muffled slightly, penetrated the thick wooden door of the room she was using for sleep. “We’re scheduled to meet with the Council.”The root of her latest set of problems. The Otherkin Council. Mira grumbled, “Bunch of pompous asses. Self-absorbed and out of touch...” Other choice descriptions came to mind, but name-calling wasn’t going to change the fact that she owed them a debt that had to be paid. And she had to at least make the effort to play nicely until she left the walls of Caldera Grove. She was just as much on their good side as they were hers. But, it was by their good graces she and the humans had been allowed within the boundaries of Caldera Grove, and she had to cooperate, much as it annoyed her to do so. Lucian must not have heard her grumbling. He knocked on the door and waited a moment before saying, “Mira? Can I come in?” She wanted to say no. His very presence reminded her of the duty she must perform, and all she wanted to do at that moment was forget her troubles. Heaving a heavy sigh, Mira reluctantly tossed aside her blanket and stood. “Yeah, get in here!”Lucian pushed the door open but did not step inside. “Making yourself at home, I see.” His mossy eyes spoke more than words about his discomfort and deep-rooted anger. “Shouldn’t I be as comfortable as possible while I can?” Damn his silent judgment of her. She deserved a little rest and recuperation after all she’d been through. “It’s not often I get to enjoy such luxury.”She could see the words forming, but Lucian did not speak them. Nothing about this place was luxurious to him, nor was he happy with their situation.“Have you been mistreated?” she asked, wondering if she’d missed something beyond their hosts’ prejudice. “Quite the contrary.” Lucian folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe. His posture might have looked relaxed, but she saw past the ruse to the Elite within him, rising to the surface. The pampered prince throwing a temper tantrum, but desperately trying to hide it. “Stryker’s pack has been quite congenial. But we’re quarantined here. Only allowed to leave with your escort. I’d have loved to explore the city.”“You will in time.” Mira tried to hold back the smirk. Thirty years she’d been imprisoned in a tiny cell, and he was daring to complain to her about having to stay inside the wolf-pack’s large den all day? In some ways, though she dare not admit it out loud, she felt a little vindication seeing Lucian’s discomfort. After all, he had enjoyed his Elite status and all that entailed while she’d spent all those years as a gladiator. “Yes, of course. I’ll be able to explore after the suicide mission.” Sarcasm made him sound petulant, but she decided best not to call him out on it yet. “Assuming, that is, I make it back in one piece. Speaking of that, we should head to our meeting about our impending death. The Council is waiting.”“Don’t sound so positive, Lucian. People will think we’ve swapped bodies.”His eyes narrowed slightly, forming tiny creases at the corners. “Are you not bothered by the fact we are going to die?”Mira shook her head. Death threats had been her way of life for so long they’d become white noise. Of course she was not ready to die, but there was no point in acknowledging those fears. “Everyone dies eventually. Enjoy the ride and make the trip worthwhile.”“Spoken like someone ready to die.” His tone fell flat, as If he’d already accepted defeat and the inevitable. As much as she owed him her allegiance, his mood swings were testing the limits of her patience. “I can see you’re stressed, so I’ll forgive the temper tantrum this time… Suck it up, Elite.”

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July 16, 2014

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TYLER (Inked Brotherhood, #2) COVER REVEALNew Adult contemporary (erotic) romanceby Jo RavenCover by Jo Raven
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RELEASE DATE: End of July 2014

Four years have passed since I left home, my parents, and my brother Asher behind – since I shut out my past.
And Erin. Four years since I last saw her, since I heard her voice and held her in my arms. I’ve spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to bed; trying to find an answer. But I think I’ve lost my way. There’s no light at the end of the dark.
No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. I’m a bastard – branded as such from the start. I never give my phone number and address; I take my pleasure and don’t come back for seconds. No commitments; no promises and no happy endings. Yeah, I’m a bastard down to the bone and I don’t give a damn.
But now I’m back in my birth town, the town I fled at eighteen – back to make amends to the brother I abandoned and watch from afar the only girl I’ve ever wanted. Hope isn’t a currency I can afford; I learned that lesson long ago.
Yet when she looks at me and says my name, I can’t help but hope.

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This is book 2 in the Inked Brotherhood series which started with Asher. It is a stand-alone work. No cliffhanger. 
The expected publication date is end July 2014, on all of your favorite e-book websites.

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“Why, Tyler? Tell me why you left.”“I don’t wanna talk about it,” he grinds out.I want to bang my fist on his chest and slap his face. My fingers curl against the soft fabric of his T-shirt, and I feel his muscles clench underneath. “Screw you,” I whisper and I hope my voice won’t break and betray me. “That’s all you have to say to me? I’m not going to—”“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.Shocked into silence, I stare at him. His gaze is moving over my body, a hot, silky glide that steals my breath. His pupils are dilated, making his eyes look black.I try again. “After all this time, I just want to know—”His hand hooks around my back, pressing me to his body, and he bends his head toward me, dark hair falling in his eyes. His mouth descends on mine, sealing the words inside. The world falls away with a murmur as he kisses me. I gasp and his tongue pushes inside, tangling with mine. He licks at my mouth, and he tastes so good – like dark chocolate and pepper. Familiar. Thrilling. Sexy.I want more. I slide my arms around his hips and kiss him back. His chest vibrates against me as he moans and then he drags me closer, until my breasts are crushed against his firm abs. A tiny voice in the back of my mind is screeching in protest – this shouldn’t be happening, we should be talking, explaining, finishing this off – but it’s drowned in the rushing of blood in my ears, the thundering beat of my heart. His smell, his taste, the feel of his muscular body, it all sends waves of scalding heat over my skin, through me, tightening the tips of my breasts, starting a pulse between my legs. I cling to him as I burn from the inside out; I desperately need him – need to feel him around me, against me, inside me. Everywhere where he’s been missing for so long.His hands move down to the small of my back, then lower, lifting my skirt. He swallows my moan of protest and slips a hand round the front, inside my panties. I gasp as his callused fingers touch me, slide inside me.Oh god, oh crap. It feels so good. He strokes me, rough and tender, soft and hard, until my body starts to shake. Pleasure rips through me, tearing me apart.
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Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to Indiaand Japan.

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