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Nightbloom Release

NightbloomThe Nightwing SeriesBook 3Juliette Cross
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance 
Publisher: Kensington PublishingDate of Publication: September 1, 2015


ISBN: 978-161650576-9ASIN: B00QP3CZR2Word Count: 36KBook Description:
The love between a human and a Morgon, the dragon-hybrid race, tempts fate once more…
All her life, Ella Barrow has allowed others to make her decisions. Forced to stifle her artistic talents and stay in a loveless relationship with Clayton Kerrington, the man her mother believes to be her perfect match, Ella’s life may be safe—but it’s not her own. Paxon Nightwing, on the other hand, is anything but the safe choice.
A charming and alluring Morgon, Paxon sees Ella for the woman she truly is. His bold confidence and protective nature ignites a passion she’s never felt before. But a dark family tragedy forces their secrecy—until Clayton makes it impossible to hide their clandestine affair. Will Ella be strong enough to fight for herself at last?
Or will she succumb once more and risk losing the only man she’s ever loved?
Amazon     BN    Kobo   Kensington  Excerpt:
I blotted my Petal Pink lips on a piece of memo paper and capped the lipstick. “Dangit!”Trying to retrieve the tube with the tip of my open-toe heel, I only succeeded in pushing the lipstick farther away. “Ugh.”Unable to bend that far in my pencil skirt, I hiked the hem up to my thighs and crawled on all fours, shimmying my behind, then stretching my arm till my fingers finally gripped my favorite lipstick.That’s when I heard a low, masculine whistle from someone standing behind me.Scooting back, I shot off the floor and slid my hemline back to my knee, all under the steady gaze of Paxon Nightwing, silhouetted by the sunlight that filtered into the foyer of Linden d Burke.Towering above me with jet-black hair and matching sharp-edged wings, wearing a charcoal button-down, black slacks, and a devilish smile, his voice crooned when he spoke. “Now that’s what I call a warm welcome.”“I, um, well, I…”He extended a bronzed hand. I reached out with my right, nearly dropping the lipstick again. I shifted it to my left hand. “I like pink.”I like pink? I like pink! For God’s sake, Ella. How old was I? Five?His extended hand engulfed mine, then he drew our bodies closer. Grinning wide and stroking his thumb across my knuckles, his melodious voice sounded sultry and sinful.“So do I.”I blinked stupidly till my brain started functioning again. He didn’t say a word, mesmerizing me with ridiculously deep brown eyes.“I’m, uh, Ella Barrow.”“Paxon Nightwing. Pleasure to meet you. But I think we’ve met before.”I tugged on my hand. He didn’t let go, tightening his hold.“Uh, well, I’m friends with Sorcha and Jessen.”“Yes.”I knew this guy was a player, the kind to make a girl swoon with a glance and charm the pants right off her. Literally. Jessen had even kissed him in a club once. And while his carousing behavior should make me want to run away, I couldn’t forget that Jessen had said on a scale of one to ten, his kiss was a ninety-nine.He still held my hand, angling his body closer. “I’ve also seen you at the Vaengar games. With Kerrington.”“Yeah. We’re, um, dating.”“That’s a shame.” About the Author:

Juliette calls lush, moss-laden Louisiana home where the landscape curls into her imagination, creating mystical settings for her stories. She has a B.A. in creative writing from Louisiana State University, a M.Ed. in gifted education, and was privileged to study under the award-winning author Ernest J. Gaines in grad school. Her love of mythology, legends, and art serve as constant inspiration for her works. From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance--brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes. Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.
Juliette is a multi-published author, including her Nightwing series with Kensington Publishing and The Vessel Trilogy with Samhain Publishing.
Website: https://www.juliettecross.com/ Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Juliette-Cross/e/B00MQ18Z1W/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/juliettecrossauthorTwitter: https://twitter.com/Juliette__CrossPinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/crossjuliette/Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7795664.Juliette_CrossNewsletter: http://eepurl.com/XeKIn
 

Wacky Wednesday: One Day More

Have you seen this? I try not to run trailers two days in a row, but this one was too good to pass up. If any of you have sat through a faculty/staff assembly you can probably relate with the glazed look on many faces at the beginning of the trailer.

Best Commercial Ever

I'm Back......

So did everyone behave while I was gone? And if not, did you have fun?
We had a great time. It was wonderful to see a large chunk of the family again.
We drove from NC to IL. On our way we stopped in Asheville and ate at the Wayside. It's a historic train depot that's been converted into a restaurant. Good food, fun spot. As soon as we left Asheville we hit a traffic jam. One lane semis, one lane cars going about twenty to thirty miles an hour, bumper to bumper from Asheville to the Tennessee border. I've never seen so many semis in my life. Once we hit Tennessee it backed off. Thank goodness.
We ended up having dinner with my brother and sis-in-law. It was totally unplanned. They were heading for the wedding too.I got a text from my sis-in-law saying they were at Shoney's off exit 317. Guess where we were? Yup, right at 317, when I was reading the text. Very woo woo. But that's how our family rolls;)
The wedding took place at The Farm.  The Farm is a spot outside of Springfield that's rented out for weddings and events. It has a garden, gift shop and a loft, which we spent one night in.  It was nice.  Since it was a second wedding for  both the bride and groom, everything was casual, with a family atmosphere.
From there we stopped in southern Illinois to stay with my aunt and uncle. We always go to Harrah's--it's tradition--eat at their wonderful buffet, hit the slots, then go home and play Yahtzee. Anyone out there play Yahtzee? My aunt and I were Yahtzeeing like crazy. It's been years since I've Yahtzeed several times in a row. The uncle and hubby...not so much.  The women ruled:)
Next morning, we headed home. I was surprised. We were traveling Labor Day and the traffic wasn't that bad. Once again, we stopped in Asheville. Wayside was closed so we tried Zoe's Kitchen. Loved it. The food was great, especially their chocolate cake.  Oops, shouldn't have admitted I indulged.  Yes, my excuse was the time honored--'we're on vacation'.
Finally, got back home. We'd had to board the dog and Faux Paw, so she could continue her eye drops for the glaucoma. A bud came in to take care of Captain Stubby and Belle.  (Bless you, Becca.)
The boarding charges cost more than the trip. Yikes!  But enough about my weekend, what have you been up to? Missed y'all.
The last picture of the night taken by the photographer


The Bride And Groom The Baby Girl and Her Hubby

The sibs being silly. Bros showing their best side:)
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Labor Day Weekend

Our bags are packed and we're headed for my sister's wedding. I won't be back for a few days and probably won't be in the blogesphere next week. I trust this weekend is a pleasant and safe one for you and that you have the best Labor Day Weekend ever.  

Thanks!

In Touch by Cd Brennan

In Touch by Cd BrennanFor sale on all Amazon sites globally.  Here is the link for Amazon.com AMAZON.COM


Blurb Sexy. Passionate. Fierce. Irish rugby star, Padraig O’Neale, has fecked up his life and is one angry man. When caught using a banned substance for his back pain, Padraig is excused from both his provincial club and the Irish International team. Right before World Cup selection. Out of choices, his agent convinces Padraig to play for a small American club in Michigan. Just until things settle down. But when Coach asks the team physical therapist, Gillian Sommersby, to help the newest Blues player with his issues, Padraig finds himself trying every wacky treatment out there from stinky salves to music to yoga. Like her therapies, the therapist herself is a bit…odd. The cute college grad in Converse and glasses doesn’t seem all that impressed with Padraig’s celebrity status, nor gives a shite about his excuses. As it turns out, she might be exactly what he needs…Excerpt She hadn’t heard Padraig approach, so when he sat down next to her on the top step, she jerked up to sitting, her hand stilling a heart that wanted to make a break out of the gates. He wore his tracksuit pants and a T-shirt with bare feet and rumpled hair. “Are you okay?”She brushed her face with the corner of the quilt. “Ah yeah, just couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t. I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights, anyway.”Their seclusion here in the woods, the surrounding darkness as black as ink, gave Gillian the courage to ask, “We’re probably not at the right time for each other, are we?”“Honestly, I’m not sure, but you’ve done more for me in the time I’ve been here than anyone has in my life.”“All that means is I’m a super-sap.”He chuckled. “You’re one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met.”“Oh shit, this sounds like the beginning of the talk.”“What talk is that?”“Don’t. You know what I mean.”“You told me once you don’t like head games and I’m telling you honestly. You are better than any other woman I’ve met, and there have been loads.”“That makes me feel a heap better. So it’s not just sex?”“Fantastic sex.”“Yes, fantastic sex, but you’re, you’re…a testosterone turd.”“Wait a tick, that sounds naff.”“It does, doesn’t it? Sorry, it’s what I used to call my brother and his friends.”“I don’t get that about Americans. You guys categorize everything, put everyone in little boxes with labels, compartmentalize. We don’t really do that in Ireland. And Jaysus, we’re adults. Too old for that shite.”“You’re so right.”“And you’re just you, Gill, sexy as fuck, funny, smart. All the Blues think you’re class. You could have picked any of ’em. Why me? It’s not like I was much of a gentleman a few weeks ago.”“It was the accent.”“Thanks for being honest.”She laughed, but it died at her next thought. “When are you leaving?”“Honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t heard anything from my agent, and I haven’t a clue what else to do.”“You could stay here.”He turned, and even though the darkness cloaked his eyes, she had penetrated where she’d wanted the thought to go.“I could.”She had nothing further to say so she laid her head on his shoulder. “Are you cold? I’d offer to share, but I’m naked as a jaybird underneath.”He wrapped his right arm around her and drew her close, both of them shuffling together in an awkward moment. “Nah, this is just a summer day in Ireland.”“Do you miss it?”“Not right now.”“What about tomorrow?”“Will you be here?”She smiled, scuffing her foot across the worn step, pushing flecks of old paint over the edge. “I will.”“Then I won’t miss it.”His words warmed her through, and she bit her lip in happiness. She didn’t know what to say in return, so asked, “How are you feeling?”He nodded, taking a small stone from the step and chucking it into the woods. “Anxious. Tense. I want the meds.”“You will for a while, I hear. You might crave it for days, even months from now.”“Will you be here?”She wanted to laugh, but couldn’t. “I will.”He kissed her on the head. “Hey, you’re not such a bad trumpet player.”She laughed then. “Thanks.” Author BioHaving traveled and lived all over the world, Cd Brennan now enjoys reliving her glory days by writing about them. Feisty heroines with wanderlust or sexy rugby heroes who breathe passion for more than just the sport. Aussie/Yankee twined, Cd is now settled in Michigan with a rugby player of her own and two wee sons who are still adapting to the snow. A full-time editor and mum, her and her hubby still dream of starting up a buffalo farm. And maybe some chickens and pigs, too. She loves rugby, traveling, and all things from the 80s.Doesn’t watch TV so don’t chat to her about that, but she loves to hear from readers about anything else! Perhaps some cooking suggestions? She’s desperate in the kitchen! Find her on loads of your favorite places.
www.facebook.com/CdBrennanauthorwww.twitter.com/CdBrennanauthorwww.goodreads.com/CdBrennanwww.pinterest.com/cdbrennan2012Instagram @cdbrennan_author~*~ Thanks for joining us today, Cd. We are wishing you much success with your exciting release.
 

IWSG Wednesday

www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.comThe first Wednesday of every month is officially Insecure Writer’s Support Group day. Members post about their doubts and fears, discuss struggles and triumphs, and offer words of encouragement to others who are struggling.
Triumphs is an exaggeration, though, this book was like a foster child who almost had a home on several different occasions, and for one reason or another, continued to be bounced from pillar to post. At one publishing company, the editors didn't want it but the publisher did. That didn't sound doable to me. At another: the editor/director of the line wanted it, but the publishing company didn't. Another publishing company and their editor wanted it, but their contract made me very....nervous. Finally, Ghost For Sale wound up living in the Kensington household. It's scheduled for release the twenty-ninth of this month. 
Blurb:
Caitlin King can’t believe that her shopaholic cousin actually bought two ghosts off of eBay. But she can’t ignore the truth when she starts seeing sexy Liam O’Reilly, who’s been dead for over a hundred years. He’s a fascinating specter, and the more time Caitlin spends with him, the closer they become—sending them both spiraling into a star-crossed tailspin. No matter how desperately they long for each other, there’s just no future with a guy who’s already stopped breathing.

In order to help Liam and his twin sister, Anna, leave their earthly limbo and cross over into the light, Caitlin must find the ghost of Anna’s fiancé. But a malevolent spirit is dead set against Anna moving on. Now Caitlin will have to unravel the mystery surrounding the twins’ past lives in order to keep Liam’s spirit safe—even if it means sacrificing her heart in the process. 
Excerpt:

As we reached the car, my breath went out in a whoosh. Arms and legs crossed, Liam leaned against the shiny Corvette. The street lamp limned his high sharp cheekbones and sparked the blue highlights in his hair. Plain black cotton trousers framed long legs. My heart tightened and my bones loosened. He was just so darn pretty, in a manly-man sort of way. His stormy eyes shifted to me. He stared, unsmiling. The ghost was still in a snit. Well fine, I was in a bit of a snit myself. We drove home in silence. I glanced in the rearview mirror. Liam stared straight ahead, his arms crossed, pensive. At least he wasn’t white knuckling the side of the car. How strange this must seem to him. I surfed the satellite radio till I found a channel that played old Irish ballads. A beatific expression came over his face, making my breath catch. How could a man be so good-looking? Maybe it was a ghost thing. His expression changed to one of abject terror. “Watch out,” he shouted at the top of his lungs. I turned the wheel sharply to the right, just missing a little old lady driving a bright red sports car. She laid on her horn and stuck her third digit out the window. Liam stared, his gorgeous mouth open. I think a senior citizen giving me the finger shocked him worse than my driving.

Warning: Contains ghosts and shopaholics
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Deception: The Demon Hunters Book 2

Genre: Historical PNR
Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical
Date of Publication: July 7, 2015
ISBN: 9781616505622ASIN: B00ONTR7WS
Number of pages: 232Word Count: 78,957
Cover Artist: Morgan Pielli
Book Description:
When Demons threaten Regency London, only a Lady can stop them.
Lillian Dellacourt is beautiful, refined and absolutely lethal. She’s also the most feared and merciless demon hunter in The Company. She’s come a long way from the penniless seamstress’s daughter sold to the highest bidder, and it wasn’t by trusting a man, let alone an exiled Marquis with more on his mind than slaying the hellspawn . . .
For Dorian Lambert, Marquis de Montalembert, being sent to keep track of Lillian is no mean task. He’s wanted the fiery vixen since he first heard of her five years ago. But wooing the lady while fighting the demon uprising is no easy feat, especially when the lady’s tongue is as sharp as the Japanese sai blades she favors for eviscerating the spawn of hell.
These two will have to learn to trust each other fast, because the demon master is back, and he’s planning to turn Edinburgh into a living hell…
Amazon    BN     Kobo     iBooks     KensingtonExcerpt:
Gripping the chair arms to keep herself seated, Lillian fought an urge to leave and never set foot inside Castle Brendaligh again.It had been a demoralizing battle and they had lost, but they had lived. They had done all they could, but still the demon master had ascended into man’s world.“You failed and we are all likely to die because of it. I hold every person at this table responsible for the state of England. You have ruined us.” Lord Clayton’s voice grated on Lillian’s nerves.Accounts of the battle were clear. Nearly everyone in the room had risked their lives trying to disrupt the ascension, not to mention keep the earl’s daughter, Belinda, from becoming a demon sacrifice. Making such a show of ferocious reprimands insulted their brave and selfless efforts. If not for the fact that he was her best friend’s father, she might have indulged her desire to pull a sai blade from her boot and slice his throat.As if Lord Clayton, the Earl of Shafton, needed to attract more attention, he waved his hands. “You had one mission, to keep the master from entering our world. All you had to do was kill one demon, but you failed. You should all be shot for treason. Treason!”His bright red face gave her hope his heart might fail and save her the trouble of killing him. Other hunters at the table murmured, but no one spoke out.Everyone in this room is to blame. You had the perfect opportunity to end this mess. Nowthe master is free of his realm and living in ours. It’s only a matter of time before he is strong enough to destroy everything we hold dear. When your families are killed mercilessly, will you sit here so unrepentant about failing in your duty?”“Father, really.” Belinda Thurston rolled her eyes.Lillian missed Reece’s steadying presence. Reece might have even been able to stop his lordship’s tirade with a few quick-witted remarks. Her partner had nearly died, and now lay upstairs recovering from demon poisoning.“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, Belinda. You are equally to blame. You were with the master for days and made no attempt to destroy him.”Gabriel, Belinda’s husband, bristled. It was of course a ridiculous statement. The Earl of Tullering was not used to public abuse of his family. “Just a minute, my lord. You are out of order. Belinda was in no position to defeat the demon master. The information she gathered will be very helpful in our eventual victory.”Shafton pointed a fat finger. “I do not want to hear about information that will take years to decipher. You, Tullering, are by far the most culpable. You and that woman”—he pointed at Lillian—“made a conscious choice not to destroy the master.”Lillian reached toward her boot and let the hard steel of her sai blade handle bring her comfort. One second and Shafton’s head could be rolling down the long table and land in Drake Cullum’s lap.
About the Author:
A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published in historical, paranormal, erotic and contemporary romance, A.S. is the author of The Demon Hunters series, the Psychic Mates series, and more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be brining you her brand of edgy romance for years to come.
Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden. Her babies are both rescues and include a demanding dog and a temperamental cat both of which bring constant joy and laughter.
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It's Over!

Can you believe it's the last day of August? Tomorrow is the first of September, it's nearly fall, and not far behind...Halloween.
 
Quickly followed by...Uh, huh.  But enough of that. What did you do over the weekend?We went to see No Escape. OMG. It was the most intense movie I can remember seeing. First twenty minutes or so, nothing unusual then BAM! From that point on there's no relaxing back in your seat until the movie is over. I can't say I liked or I didn't like it. It was a bit too violent and too intense for my taste, but it certainly held my interest. Pierce Brosnan did a great job. It wasn't the usual suave role he normally plays.Owen Wilson more than held his own, as did  Lake Bell. Unfortunately, I can't see her without thinking of the 'other wife' role she played in It's Complicated. Anyhoo...have you seen it? Did you like it?

It's The Weekend