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Powerful Love. Merciless Revenge. Wrath of the Highlander- The MacLomain Series: Next Generation.

Welcome! Summer is sizzling hot here in New Hampshire and as usual, I’m writing away. The characters from the MacLomain Series- Next Generation are keeping me well entertained. I hope you enjoyed last month’s release, Vow of the Highlander. I know several readers have been anticipating Malcolm’s story. Well wait no more… Wrath of the Highlander is here!
This book kept me up many nights not just writing but simply thinking. Why? Well, not only is this novel at the center of the series but it’s about one of my favorite characters, Malcolm MacLomain. As you can imagine, crawling inside his head was no easy task. Sure, he’d had it rough what with a traitorous wife now deceased and a lairdship denied him, but I was determined to see past his brooding nature to the man he once was. Though aggressive and dominating, I knew he was also by far one of the most honorable highlanders I’ve written about. Through that honor I was able to further understand what was at the root of him.
They say behind every good man is a good woman. As it turns out, Malcolm’s was not who you might’ve anticipated. Though Sheila made it clear she desired him, she kept a secret in Vow of the Highlander  that you’ll soon read about. But little would that have mattered because there’s another Broun cousin in town… or should I say medieval Scotland? With Cadence around, things will never be the same.
So here you go! I hope you enjoy reading Wrath of the Highlander  half as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Blurb
Bookstore owner and ghostwriter, Cadence wants nothing more than to be part of the unending draw between her Broun heritage and the medieval MacLomain clan. When an unexpected Claddagh ring appears on her finger, the distant past soon becomes her future. Though sure she was brought back in time for another man, the laird’s cousin soon draws her eye, then her every thought.
Recently widowed by a traitorous wife, Malcolm MacLomain has no use for love. Merciless, he swears revenge on his enemies and embarks for war. When courageous and persevering, Cadence becomes part of his endeavor his broken heart starts to mend. Caught in an unexpected journey of forgiveness and discovery, two worlds collide and heal despite the, Wrath of the Highlander.
Excerpt
“Have you found your mystery man yet, lass?” he said, so low she would feel the rumble of his inquisition through the thin material of her silky, smooth dress.
Her lips trembled, eyes wide, but she gave no answer.
Oh, but to close his lips over hers.
“No,” Cadence finally murmured, her eyes still locked on his. “But I will find him.”
When she licked her lips, his eyes drifted down. Wide and full, they were created for pure sin. He could only imagine them running down his body, surrounding him where it mattered most. Damnation, he needed  her closer.
Though he wouldn’t kiss her, he’d sure as hell dance with her.
Ignoring her assurance that she was meant for another man, Malcolm pulled her into the dancing crowd. It didn’t matter if the music was merry; he wasn’t in the mood for speed. Besides, he needed to hide his swelling erection. This time he’d not temper the poor thing with magic. Nay, she’d feel his need while she tried to keep focus on the man she so eagerly sought.  
“Goddess above, what are you doing to me,” she whispered, voice strangled.
Arms wrapped tight around her lower back, he brought his mouth against her ear. “‘Twill be no goddess giving you answers, only me.” He tightened his hold. “Do you feel me then, lass?”
“How could I not?” she gasped. Hands clamped on his upper arms, she turned her face into his chest and mumbled, “You show ill respect to a man you have not met.”
“I dinnae respect a man until he earns it.” Malcolm closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of her hair.
As each individual note trilled from the bagpipe, she melted against him more thoroughly than the icy snowflakes speckling his heated skin. Fire and drink might warm the crowd but where they stood his breath hit the air in foggy puffs. Always a fan of the cold, but an even bigger fan of a bonnie wee lass against him, he cupped one hand around the back of her neck.
Her heart thundered against his.
Her body shuddered.
“Easy, lass,” he whispered. “I willnae take what you’re unwilling to give.”
“Yet you hold me prisoner,” she murmured.
“Nay, we but dance.”
“If only.”
Her words were so soft he barely heard them.
Jaw grinding, he held her securely with his arm while pressing his arousal tighter against her. Och, but to be inside of her, to see the look on her face when he made her his.
“No,” she whispered. Then she pulled back, her voice stronger as her eyes met his. “No.”
“Aye, lass.” But he loosened his hold and gave her one more word before he let her go. “Soon.” 
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First Love. Second Chance. Tender Deceit by H.Y. Hanna.

Today it’s my pleasure to feature, Tender Deceit,  First Love Series, Book 1 by H.Y. Hanna, a Romantic Suspense.
ISBN:  978-0-9923153-6-8Word Count:  67,000 wordsCover Artist:  Kim Killion 
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Book DescriptionFirst love. Second chance. All they have to do is stay alive…
Following her father’s mysterious death, Leah Fisher leaves her life in London and returns to her childhood home of Singapore. She’s braced to confront her past and determined to lay the ghost of her “first love” to rest. Toran James may have been the boy her fourteen-year old heart yearned for, but the magic of stolen glances and first kisses had faded with his betrayal.
Then Leah meets Toran again and finds that he has grown up into a dangerously attractive man. And the past holds more secrets than she realised. Was her father’s death really an accident? What is hidden in his study? And why has Toran contacted her again after all these years?
Someone is out to silence Leah – and that someone might be the man she’s rapidly falling in love with… again.
Excerpt
He looked up as she approached and she stopped short, stunned by the intensity of his green eyes. 
“Leah.”
He made as if to rise and suddenly Leah panicked. Should I shake hands? Kiss him? Hug him? Quickly, she sat down at the table and waved him back down with her hand. 
“Hello, Toran.”
It was hopelessly inadequate, a stupid inane greeting after all these years, but Leah didn’t know what else to say to the stranger sitting in front of her. Except for those brilliant green eyes, there was little left of the boy she used to know. The jaw had widened and hardened, roughened by a faint shadow of stubble, and the warm smile had been replaced by a steely line of a mouth that was at once forbidding and sensual. Dark, unruly hair fell over his brow and didn’t quite hide a thin scar along his left temple which Leah was sure had not been there before. His skin was more tanned than she remembered and that lean, boyish frame had filled out into broad shoulders and a hard, muscular physique that spoke more of outdoor pursuits than time in a gym. More than that, though, was the feeling of latent power and cool authority. Leah caught her breath. Toran James had grown up into a dangerously attractive man. 
There was a glass in front of him filled with a pale amber liquid; and next to it, a cigar, its wreath of smoke curling lazily up to the ceiling. 
Her eyes met his in accusation. “You said you would never smoke.”
“You said you would never cut your hair.”
Leah touched her head self-consciously before she could stop herself. She wondered if he was assessing her too and searching for the girl he used to know. Her hair fell in waves just past her shoulders now and she had learnt the art of eyeliner to make the most of her deep blue eyes. She wasn’t a gym bunny either, but walking everywhere in London had kept her trim. Leah saw his gaze flick appreciatively over her, lingering on her bare legs exposed by the short hem of her black dress, and she felt her pulse quicken.
“I guess people change.” Leah attempted a light smile. “It’s been over twelve years, you know.”
“I know.” He made a gesture with his hands. “I’m sorry to hear about your father, Leah.”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
Silence settled over them. Leah found herself unable to look at him and was furious to realise that her heart was pounding. What was wrong with her? Anyone would think that she was still fourteen! She had thought that meeting Toran again would help to lay the ghosts of her schoolgirl infatuation to rest. Instead, Leah was dismayed to discover that her feelings for him seemed very much alive, her awareness of him even more heightened than when they were teenagers. Not that he seemed to share her turmoil, she thought, glancing at him from beneath her eyelashes. His handsome face was inscrutable, the green eyes cool and remote. 
The Indian woman came over with a menu. Leah ordered the house special, a coconut mojito, while Toran ordered another whiskey. When the drinks arrived, he settled back in his chair and gave her a small smile. It was just a glimmer, but it was enough to remind her of the boy she used to know and Leah felt her shoulders relax slightly. 
“So you work in London now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me about your job…”
He was a good listener, as he always had been, and Leah found herself relaxing even more as she told him about her work, friends, life back in the U.K… Before she knew it, half an hour had passed and she realised that she had not learnt anything about him.
“What about you?” Leah asked. “What’s—”
A shrill beeping made her jump. He took a phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, his face tightening. He stood up with an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right back.”
Leah looked idly around the lounge as she waited for him to return, not quite sure of the feelings churning inside her. Why did anyone look up their childhood sweetheart? To reconnect? Rediscover? Re-ignite what had once been…?
“I’m really sorry—something’s come up and I have to go.” Toran stood by the table, those green eyes once again belonging to a stranger. 
Leah stood up quickly and found that he towered over her. He had always been tall, but now he was well over six feet. She stared at the front of his shirt, where the crisp cotton parted to reveal a glimpse of tanned chest. He was standing very close. She found herself unable to meet his eyes. “Um… Sure, yes, of course…”
“I’ll be in touch.”
Leah felt something brush her hand—she could almost have imagined it—and then he was gone. Slowly, she made her way back to her hotel, her head dizzy with thoughts she didn’t really want to acknowledge. Alone in her room, she grabbed the phone on an impulse and dialed the number.
“Hello?” Julia’s voice hadn’t changed, despite the years. 
“Hi, Julia.”
“Oh my God, Leah? Is that really you?” She laughed. “I was so excited when I read on Facebook that you were coming back to Singapore. When did you arrive? Where are you staying? Hey, if you’re not doing anything tonight—”
“I arrived earlier today. Listen, Julia,” Leah said breathlessly. “I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve got to tell somebody—somebody who understands. I…I saw Toran again and he—”
“What?” Her voice was sharp. “Toran James? When? Where?”
“Tonight.” Leah was taken aback by her sharpness. “I just got back, in fact. I went to meet him for drinks. I got this message and I couldn’t believe it… But then I thought, hell, why not, and…” She trailed off as she realised that Julia wasn’t listening.
“Tonight? You saw Toran tonight? Leah, are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure. I mean, he looks different—you know, all grown up—but his eyes…”
“Wait, Leah,” she cut in urgently. “That’s not possible.”
“What do you mean?”
“You couldn’t have met Toran tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because he died in an accident yesterday.” 
About the Author

H.Y. Hanna was born in Taiwan and has been a globe-trotter most of her life, from growing up in the United Arab Emirates to attending school in New Jersey, from working in the glamorous world of London advertising to emigrating Down Under. 
Along the way, she somehow managed to pick up a wonderful husband, a huge, slobbery dog, two rescue cats, an assortment of cardboard boxes and a slightly dodgy "trans-atlantic" accent. After graduating from Oxford University, she tried her hand at a variety of jobs before returning to her first love: writing. 
She’s the author of the Amazon bestselling children’s mystery series, Big Honey Dog Mysteries, and is now diving into the world of romantic suspense with the launch of Tender Deceit, Book 1 in the First Love Series. 
You can find out more about H.Y. Hanna and her books at: www.hyhanna.com or catch her on Facebook at “H.Y. Hanna” or the Big Honey Dog Mysteries Facebook Page.
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Urban Fantasy. Paranormal Romance. Burning in a Memory by Constance Sharper.

Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Constance Sharper, author of Burning in a Memory, Adelaide’s Series, Book 1, a Young Adult, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: July 1st, 2014
ISBN-13: 978-1499258738 ISBN-10: 1499258739
Number of pages: Approx. 315Word Count: 87,000
Cover Artist: Judyta (Feainne) K.
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Book Description
Curiosity killed the cat, and nineteen-year-old Adelaide was next. She could barely remember the moments during her childhood when she knew magic existed, but she never stopped searching for it since. On the flipside, monsters from the magical world never stopped searching for her either. 
Their paths finally cross in time for Adelaide to realize she should have stayed on the human side of the east coast. Unlike college, she can’t get out of trouble with a cute smile and a cuter wardrobe. 
These monsters are out for blood, her blood, but she’s in luck. They will spare her life in exchange for one favor, and that favor is named Leon Colton.
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Interview Time!
Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story. 
The story follows nineteen-year-old Adelaide. Adelaide has faint memories of a unique childhood and people who could conjure magic-- other people just like her. When growing up in Kansas City, Missouri, she doesn’t encounter anything close to magic. By the time she reaches college, she can take the curiosity no longer and goes searching.
Instead of finding mages, she finds the monsters of the supernatural world. These monsters are called shades and are seconds away from ending her life when she cuts a deal. She agrees to find a mage named Leon Colton in exchange for her own life. 
She figures it cannot be very hard. Leon Colton does not know who she is or whom she works with. She’s an unrecognizable woman with an ability to talk her way out of anything. Or at least she thinks. 
How did you come up with the title?
The title is very unique and probably not the best suited for a book name, but the storyline actually begged for it. I am a real advocate for allowing the storyline to names itself. Burning in a Memory refers to the deepest aspect of the book. It’s that something Adelaide remembers and can’t let go. It burns in her mind and is destroyed over time until nothing remains of the reality but ash.
If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?
Probably Leon Colton. The mage is legend but there is definitely a real man behind the legend. He’s the type of person to always keep you guessing and possibly the most intriguing of the characters. It’s impossible to capture him completely without reading the background of the book. I love twists and Leon is the center of a mass of them. 
What sort of personality does your heroine have?
Adelaide develops her personality from the unique circumstances she’s set in throughout life. She starts off as curious, like anyone would be, when they have unanswered questions about their own identity. She finds out quickly though that one wrong step could be her last and that many have died where she has survived. Despite the morbid knowledge, this leaves her absolutely determined to live on. Her urge for self-preservation is really defining—a trait she supposedly would never give up for a guy. 
Tell us about your book cover and how it relates to your story.
On the cover is Adelaide, the protagonist of the storyline. The model on the cover had the perfect look of someone caught between good and bad. She’s a knowing woman set atop the cliff where the beginning of the book takes place.  
How long have you been writing? How long have you been published?
My first book came out in 2011 but I’ve been writing forever. I wish I could churn out more books, but unfortunately work and schooling always gets in the way. 
Do you write books in series? If so, share a bit about the series you currently have published or are coming soon. 
The first book series I published was The Airborne Saga. That series was made up of three books. 
The most recent series I’m publishing is Burning in a Memory. The new series, Burning, is quite a departure from the old books. I’m always looking for reinvention and am always evolving as a writer. I’m hoping Burning will capture a wider audience than Airborne as it transcends more of the genres. It is an urban fantasy (set in reality, modern day, with the one supernatural aspect). It also has a strong romantic aspect to it also driving the story. 
Excerpt
Adelaide screamed as she fell. Her hands flailed but she never caught the banister in time. She plummeted down the short flight of stairs and nailed the bottom step. Her vision flashed black and pain reverberated up her spine. She found her feet after a moment, but by the time she looked up, the basement door was shut. A halo of light outlined the doorframe and provided the only illumination in the dark basement. 
A cold fear suddenly seized her in the next second.  The shade was in here. Disorientation from the fall lingered but she still felt its presence. She heard the wheezing breath and smelt the bitter smoke that clung to its being. She could only see the hint of its figure in the dark, but refused to stay long enough to see more.
“Adelaide,” it cooed. The sound of its catlike voice made her misstep and stumble. She winced but forced herself to stay calm and find the stairs. The monstrous shade was tied and bound, she told herself. It could not get free. 
Wood creaked. The wheezing grew louder. The smell of smoke thickened in the air.
She carefully hurried to the top of the staircase and reached the door. She raced her hand along the wood until she found the knob and twisted, but the lock wouldn’t give. Twisting with all of her might, her muscles burned before she let go. The door was still pressurized in its exact position and that barred her only escape route. Leon’s aura filled the hall outside and the pressure wouldn’t let up until he did.
“Adam! Adam!” she called. Adelaide beat on the door with her fists, ready to splinter the wood if necessary. 
“Come down here, Adelaide. I’ve been waiting so long to talk to you,” it hissed.
She stopped her futile assault and her fists hovered in the air. The sound of its voice unnerved her and it refused to shut up.
“Why won’t you look at me? What are you afraid of seeing?” it asked.
Adelaide would have scoffed at the question if fear didn’t keep her so quiet. After a second of collecting her nerves, she turned to face it. Its figure was barely visible, but she saw it tug against its bindings. The wooden chair it was bound to creaked again. 
“I am not afraid of you. You can’t hurt me,” she blurted upon finding her voice.
“That boy is not going to protect you…”
“You don’t know anything. Leave me alone,” she spit. It was just taunting her now, but it also affected her more than she’d like to admit. She turned and pressed her ear against the door. If Adam was on the other side, he stayed silent. Her skin crawled when she couldn’t hear anything at all from the hallway.
“You cannot even protect yourself,” the shade said.
“Then you’ve never met me.”
The door suddenly groaned. It shifted in its frame and she grabbed the knob again. She yanked the door open and the sweet fresh air of freedom beckoned her out of the dank basement. But then the shade called out to her again and this time it stopped her dead in her tracks.
“Regardless, you will come see me soon if you want to survive,” it said. “Because I know your secret. I know what you’re doing here.”
About the Author

Born and raised in Florida, Constance Sharper juggles following her writing passion with completing her doctorate degree. She's been a lover of urban fantasy and young adult books, and published The Airborne Saga as her first series. She continues to write multiple books in the same and similar genres. She currently lives with her beagle and wishes a Starbucks would open up nearby. 
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Paranormal. Romance. Tragedy. Beyond the Reach of Judgement by Jo Bissell.

Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Jo Bissell, author of Beyond the Reach of Judgement, a paranormal romance; paranormal tragedy. 
ASIN: B00JNUJ810 Number of pages: 294Word Count: 76K
Cover Artist: Char Adlesperger at Wicked Cover Designs 
Book Description
“Did we leave any sin out?” she replied with a forced weak laugh.
“No. Between the two of us, I think we have managed to cover them all,” he mumbled as that uncomfortable lump in his gut returned. 
Julien Rene Durant was once a good man. Born in France, he took the oath as a Jesuit Priest in the 1600s. He dedicated his life to spreading the Gospel. Now, he was a monster surviving off the blood of others; killing for survival even as he wished for nothing other than for his own extinction. After almost four centuries of guilt and hopelessness, he encounters someone who might just be able to rescue the good man trapped within the monster, but will his judgements deny him a second chance?
Mary Ruth Jacobson-Ryan is nothing special; a small town girl stuck in a rut. Married to the local Iraq and Afghanistan War Veteran and town hero who turned out not to be the perfect guy she fell in love with before the war, she is desperate for a way out. When things turn from bad to worse, she runs with plans to never look back. She quickly finds, however, that her search for a better future may lead her down a path with no future at all.

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Interview Time!
What inspired you to write this book?

My first experience with the genre of paranormal romance was reading the Twilight Saga many years ago. While I've ready many more since, I was immediately hooked with the concept of but found myself wishing for “more.” More romance; more sex; more darkness; more adult themes; just more. Initially, I filled this void by writing some bad fan-fiction and reading other Indie Author PNRs. Finally, in November 2012, I decided to do something original with National Novel Writing Month and the idea of Mary Ruth and Julien started to take shape. While I did not “win” NaNoWriMo that year, I did get 30K+ words towards the project and felt a real sense of accomplishment with creating something fresh which inspired me to see this project through to the end.

How did you come up with the title?

I knew I wanted something with a suspenseful and slightly religious connotation given Julien's background and internal conflict with his Jesuit vows, and Ruth's disenchantment with her own spirituality which in many ways brings them together and pulls them apart. I tested many titles based on the concept of sin and redemption and good vs evil. But the title goes deeper and more personal, in that its about living your life for yourself and not for what others expect from you, with which both characters also struggle.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

Almost all the settings I write about are places I've experienced personally. I do this because I feel it makes them more real in my writing, especially considering the less believable aspects of my stories.

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story. 

The heart of  Beyond the Reach of Judgement is the concept of good people being forced by circumstances and poor options to make bad decisions. We all think we know what we would do when forced with certain moral choices, but what about when the alternative is even worse? Suddenly, it's much harder to judge that decision, but that doesn't make it any easier to make.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

“A murderous vampire priest and an adulterous pregnant pagan prostitute... did we leave any sin out?”

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details. 

Yes! My current project is an urban fantasy based on a black angel grave-marker over 100 years old located in Iowa City, IA that is shrouded in urban legends and mystery well known to the locals. Many of the urban legends involve harm coming to those who disrespect the monument and the heroine, Ingrid, is tasked by family heritage to try to prevent this harm.

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share.

My favorite scene to create was the scene in the steak house where Ruth hears Julien's story. I liked the flow of dialogue and the tension between them. This scene also sets the stage for the rest of their relationship, and really, the rest of the book.

Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

I write pretty much anywhere I can bring my laptop. On the patio of my home, in front of the television watching the news, in my bed, in the car on roadtrips, coffee houses, libraries, and on flights. I think this is because with my “day job” as a full time physician, I have so little time to actually dedicate to writing. When I'm not at work I am either thinking about a current project, plotting a future project, or marketing an already completed project.
Excerpt
Alone in the stone cell, Julien paced the perimeter until finally sliding his body down the unforgiving wall opposite the cell door. With her final words still stuck in his head, he focused on the cracks in the stones and the number of blocks stacked to form his enclosure. He tried to memorize the angles and the dimensions of the space instead of allowing thoughts of her warm curves pressed against him to overcome his focus. When the vision of her bright blue eyes came into his head, he changed his attention to the ceiling, taking in the cobwebs in the corners, the dim bulb hanging above, and the smell of mildew hanging in the air. As his mind fell upon the memories of their final moments together, he ground his fingernails into the hard stone beneath him.
His concentration wavered as something slipped through the bars of the cell door. Even in the dim lighting, he immediately recognized the medical grade pint of packed red blood cells. Although freshly sated by the girl’s last remaining ounce of life, the blood still called to him. The more he tried to ignore its presence, the louder the call became. His eyes repeatedly drifted back toward the bag as his tongue ran over his teeth. He sniffed the air, relieved that the scent of the bag’s contents remained trapped by the sterile sealing process. 
His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as the pain built in the back of his throat. Picturing himself back in France in the Church of Saint-Pierre de Montemartre, he swallowed back the saliva that collected in his mouth as he closed his eyes and began to chant. 
“AVE MARIA, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen. ” 
With his eyes closed, he chanted the words over and over, repeating them until they became senseless in his mind. Placing his head between his knees, he squeezed his eyes closed tighter. When he started to wonder what blood type was written across the bag in bold letters or about how fresh it might be, he changed prayers. When the memories of the sensation of his lips on warm flesh, the sound of a pulse echoing in his ears, or the taste of that first drop of blood on his tongue entered his mind, he changed prayers. When he remembered her scent in his nostrils and her flavor in his mouth, he changed prayers.
Recognizing her footsteps and her smell, Julien did not look up as Agent Wolf stood in the doorway. After a long silence, she finally spoke. “Mr. Durant, tell me, why should I spare you?” 
“You should not,” he said. 
“And why is that?”
“I am a monster. I deserve to be ended. I wish to be ended.”
“And why should I give you what you desire?” Her voice hinted at genuine curiosity. 
“You should not.” 
She said nothing else as her footsteps disappeared down the long corridor. Silence filled the cell once again.
He was alone, alone with the blood. 
Imagining himself back in the Spiritual Exercises, he started to chant again. He had conquered the evil and disorder within himself once so many years ago; it could be done again. Ruth taught him that. It took losing her to prove to him that he had the choice, and her loss gave him the strength to take it.
Even though he had witnessed her passing with his own eyes, her presence still haunted his every thought. He sensed her fear and despair as if she sat next to him now. But now she was dead, and he sat alone in the stone cell.
About the Author

Jo Bissell started writing in middle school with fantasy stories inspired by books such as The Hobbit, and in fact once turned in a journal project written entirely in Dwarfish Ruins. She then explored fanfiction and short speculative fiction writing. Now, after many years of study, she spends most of her time working as a full time physician caring for hospitalized adults. When she is not writing or doctoring, she enjoys reading, watching movies, traveling, archery, thrift store shopping, and snowboarding. She currently resides in the Iowa City, IA area with her husband and two cats.
Beyond the Reach of Judgement is Jo Bissell’s first original novel which evolved out of a 2012 National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) project. She also has a short speculative fiction piece, His Eyes, available for Kindle. Future planned novels include a sequel to Beyond the Reach of Judgement, other works of urban fantasy and paranormal romances, and a science fiction novel. She continues to participate in NaNoWriMo.
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Getting Close is Dangerous... Connecting Strangers by Rachel Carrington.

Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Rachel Carrington, author of Connecting Strangers, Discovering Emily Series, Book 1, a Romantic Suspense. So cozy in and learn more about this book then check out a fabulous interview!
Date of Publication: July 21, 2014 Word Count:  67,000Cover Artist: Elaina Lee of For the Muse Designs
Book Description
Getting close is dangerous…
He’s too close, and I start to fidget, needing to keep my hands busy so they won’t grab hold of his shirt. Because that’s what they want to do. Draw him closer. So I can Inhale his scent. Taste his skin.
I didn’t run because I was in an abusive relationship; I ran because my soul was being crushed. I’d forgotten how to live, how to be happy. Running out of gas in a small town, I catch the eye of the local sheriff when the very last thing I want is to come under the scrutiny of the police. I left my boyfriend with blood on my hands, and I know as soon as the wound heals he’ll come looking for me.
Adam Madison draws me to him so easily I can’t even pretend to fight. And the closer we get, the more combustible we become.  I’ve never experienced such passion or power. My need is as great as his, but I’m sure he’ll walk away from me once he knows my secret. No other man would stay.
I’ve had enough complications in my life. I’m not looking for more, and that’s exactly what Adam is—a sexy, magnetic complication with secrets of his own. And with my ex on the hunt, I can’t risk bringing him down with me. But he won’t leave…even when vengeance could kill us both.
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Let’s interview!
If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?  
“So we’ll do this together because the only place I can imagine being is with you.”
Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share. 
I did really enjoy writing the scene where Emily gets arrested. I tried to bring so much emotion into that scene, and I guess I’ll find out if I succeeded when the readers let me know!
Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.
On my bed. In my pajamas. With my laptop. I can write anywhere, but this is, by far, my favorite place. 
What sources do you use for research? 
For the suspense portions, along with the internet, I have scores of books on police procedure, forensics, and building a case. It helps that I’ve been a paralegal for twenty plus years as well, and I have a close friend (more like a brother) who is a former cop. 
I used to work for a criminal defense attorney so I have some background into setting up a criminal case. And I’m extremely fortunate to have a really close friend who is a doctor. She can usually answer any medical questions so I don’t have a victim die from something that wouldn’t kill her ordinarily. I want to make my books as realistic as possible so I draw from resources who won’t lead me wrong.  
I joke with my friends that I still haven’t used some of their careers yet, but I will eventually get to them in my writing.  
It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?  
This one is so hard to choose because I love social media, but I’m also a huge fan of word of mouth marketing and what I like to call obvious advertising. That’s where I give out book bags with my website on them along with a catchy phrase as well as things I know others will use in public.  Business cards are great, but they’re easy to lose. I prefer to use something I know people will actually utilize because it gets my information in front of more people. 
Are your book/books available in audio? In other languages? If so, give us more details about where we can get them and what languages they’re in. 
Right now, I have seven books in audio which are available from Audible.com, iTunes, and Amazon. Another book is in narration right now, and Connecting Strangers will be made available, too. 
How long have you been writing? How long have you been published? 
I’ve been writing since I was sixteen (and that’s as much of my age as I’m going to tell). I’ve been published since 2002, and I’m happy to say that Connecting Strangers is my 50th published work. Several of those fifty are out of publication now, and when I read back over some of them, I see how far I’ve come.
What genre/genres do you prefer to write? Are there other genres you’d like to write in the future?
Once upon a time, I would have told you that I prefer writing paranormal, but over the last year or so, that’s segued to romantic suspense. I’ve written romantic suspense in the past, but, for the most part, I focused on paranormal like vampires. Now, I like creating the drama and suspense, getting inside the head of a creepy killer, and making sure the bad guy gets what’s coming to him. 
I’ve always wanted to try young adult, and I did write a novella in that genre. I’m not sure so I could tackle a longer story, though. For now, I think I’ll stick with what I love. 
Do you prefer to write short stories, novellas or novels? Why?
Definitely novels. I feel constrained when I’m writing a short story, and I’m always checking my word count to make sure I don’t go over. I recently wrote a novella for Still Hungry For Your Love, a zombie romance anthology, and it was difficult for me knowing when to wrap it up. There were scenes I wanted to put in, but then I worried I’d end up going over word count. 
Don’t get me wrong, though. I love writing novellas when I’m in the frame of mind to write them. My entire Spirit series are novellas. The stories just came to me, and I wrote those stories so fast. My novels usually don’t get written so quickly. 
Do you write books in series? If so, share a bit about the series you currently have published or are coming soon. 
I love writing books in series. I have the Vampires Destined series published, the first two books in the Spirit Series (Souls Divided and Sharing Our Souls) with two more books on the way. I also have the Hot Magic series from Ellora’s Cave.
Connecting Strangers is the first book in the Discovering Emily Series. I’m working on the next book now, and I anticipate at least a third book, maybe even a fourth, along with a novella or two for some secondary characters. 
If you could make changes to a story you’ve already written, which would it be and why?
I couldn’t just pick one story because I have several books out there where reviewers have picked up on something missing from the storylines, and I’d love to go back and change them. Unfortunately, if I did that, I wouldn’t have time to write new stores. 
Short Excerpt
I close my eyes and slowly squeeze the trigger. The shot sounds so loud I jump backwards. But the bullet hits its mark, tearing a hole through Mark's shoulder. With a curse, he falls to the ground. I know I haven't killed him because he's making so much noise and trying to scramble to his feet. So I snag the keys from the hook by the back door and run.
He'll come after me which means I don’t have much time to get a head start. The mud tries to suck my shoes off, but I clench my toes while Mark’s promise bounces around inside my head.  
You’ll always be mine.
At the time, I thought it was romantic, but I was only eighteen. What the hell did I know? It didn’t take me long to learn it meant Mark doesn't take no for an answer. In high school, his determination was a compliment. Nowadays, it would get him arrested...if we didn't live in a town that worshipped him.
Shaking so hard, I have a hard time jabbing the key in the ignition. Relief floods through me when I can finally start the 2000 Volvo my grandmother got me when I graduated from high school seven years ago. 
As I gun the engine, I see Mark's reflection in my rearview mirror. He's made it to his feet, and though blood is dripping down the front of his shirt, he’s running after me.
The Volvo kicks up plenty of dust and gravel when I stomp on the accelerator, showering Mark with enough pebbles to bring him to a halt. His loud curses follow me down the old, dirt road where our clapboard home sits. It’s the one his daddy built us once he knew Mark wouldn’t be leaving town anytime soon. 
Staying in rural Broomtown, Kentucky definitely hadn't been my choice. That had been all Mark. After my parents died, I wanted to get as far away as possible to start our lives fresh, but Mark, well, he figured since he was going to be trapped in a dead end job once his dreams of playing football were over, he might as well do it around family. 
I keep looking in my mirror to make sure he isn't following me, and I don't dare relax until I make it to the highway. Even then, the trembling continues. 
Ten miles down the road, I realize I left my purse on the kitchen counter, and I have no money and less than a half a tank of gas. In a car that chugs gas like this one, that isn’t going to get me very far. But anywhere is better than Broomtown with Mark. 
A tear trickles down my cheek, and I swipe it away. No more tears. I have cried enough for him. When I was still young and foolish, I thought Mark and I would be together forever. I know now that forever can be a hell of a long time when the love of your life morphs into a raving lunatic. 
My heart aches when I think about what we had once. We were the love story everyone dreams about. Me, the head cheerleader, and Mark, the captain of the football team. I still remember the night the Broomtown Broncs won the state championship. No one thought a team from the sticks could win such an important title. Mark had carried me on his shoulder through the cheers and the drums. Then he had to go and do something stupid for a senior prank that changed everything. 
I switch on the radio to drown out the memories, but they've always been louder. The thump of the wheels hitting pavement releases some of the pressure in my chest, and my shoulders begin to relax. I might not be free of Mark forever, but tonight I wouldn't have to listen to his drunken complaints. 
The Volvo's lone headlight illuminates the long, winding road ahead then bounces off the side of a white car heading in the opposite direction. I wish I could stop the person, warn them where there going. That road dead-ends in Broomtown. Hopefully, the driver doesn’t have plans to stay long. It’s the kind of place that sucks you in and while you’re there, it drains your soul a little piece at a time until you’re moving in slow motion. Just putting one foot in front of the other. 
My hand smells like gun powder, and though I wipe them one at a time on my jeans, the smell won’t go away. I still see the blood, too, even though none of it got on me. There’d been a lot of it, though. If I hadn’t seen Mark get up and walk with my own two eyes, I would be worried I’d killed him.
As much as I want to get away from Mark, I couldn’t kill him. It’s certainly not that I love him anymore, but taking a human life just isn’t in me. Hell, taking any life. Mark and his best friend always made fun of me when I wanted to set the mice free from the traps rather than kill them. Mark had better be glad that’s the type of person I am.
 Static replaces the low, monotonous voice of the town’s only radio broadcaster. I switch off the sound, and a flash of blue catches my eye in the rearview. I lift my gaze, and my stomach sinks. A cop is behind me, and the blue lights insist I pull over. 
Damnit. With one hand, I direct the car over to the side of the road while I reach for my purse that isn't on the passenger seat where I always drop it. Then I remember I left the house without anything but my clothes and keys. Double damn. 
I hear the squawk of the cop's radio as he approaches the side of my car. His long, black flashlight taps against the driver's window, and I sigh, knowing the only way out of this is to tell the truth...well, some of it anyway. 
Blinking rapidly against the glare of the light, I press the button to lower my window. My gaze tilts upwards and connects with hazel eyes. A sinfully handsome face causes my breath to stall in my chest. The man standing outside the window of my Volvo is a cop, and I should give him the proper respect, but finding my voice proves impossible. 
The darkness doesn't allow me much of a view, but it's enough to make my nerves dance. I glance at his full lips and realize they're moving. He's talking to me, and I blink several times in an attempt to regroup. My hand fumbles on the seat next to me.
"I-I'm sorry, Officer. I left my purse at home. I do have a driver's license and insurance, but I was in a hurry. I didn't even think about it, honestly." I babble on for a few more seconds until the cop interrupts in deep, throaty bass.
"Have you been drinking?" He shines the flashlight into the interior, and the beam slides over my denim-clad legs before sliding up my thin t-shirt.  I hadn’t had the time to grab a coat, and as cold as it is outside, it’s no wonder my outfit looks suspicious. His gaze pierces mine again while he waits for my answer.
I attempt to swallow, but the lump in my throat is the victor. "No, I haven't." But I don't blame him for asking. 
"Would you step out of the car, please?" He opens the door and takes a step back to give me room.
Trembling, I follow his command, closing the door behind me so I can lean against the coldness of the steel. A gust of frigid wind lifts the hair off the nape of my neck, and the trembles segue to shivers. 
The officer drags his gaze back to the interior of my car before fixing it on me again. He’s staring at me, and I don’t like it. I’ve had just about enough of me treating me like I’m a piece of meat. Of course, now isn’t the time to get defensive. Instead, I return his stare, but I have to look up, way up, to face him. "Do you mind telling me why you stopped me?" I silently congratulate myself on the composed question. 
He juts his chin toward the front of the Volvo. "You have a headlight out."
If only he could see how relieved I am…Something as simple as a headlight, I can deal with. "Oh, that. Yes, I know. I've been meaning to fix it, but it just keeps slipping my mind. I'm sorry." I lift my shoulders in an apologetic manner, but the stern look on the cop's face remains.
"What's your name?" The look on his face dares me to lie.
"Emily. Emily Murdoch." I accept the challenge by using my mother’s maiden name which is also my middle name. 
"Where do you live, Miss Murdoch?" 
Shit. The last thing I want is for him to know my real name. Living in Broomtown has taught me that cops cannot be trusted. As gorgeous as this one is, I still won’t let my guard down. I paste an easygoing smile on my face and lie again. "Juniper Springs."
His eyebrows lift, and my heart pounds. Did I say something wrong? Can he tell I'm lying now? "Really?"I stick to my story, replying with only a stiff nod. 
"You mind if I take a look inside your car?"
“Not at all.” I move away from the door and wave my hand as though granting entrance to my minions. What else am I supposed to do? If I said no, he’d have come up with a reason to arrest me. That’s what all cops do.
His concludes his search quickly and straightens to face me. "It's too dangerous to be driving these dark roads with only one headlight, Miss Murdoch. I suggest you get it fixed first thing tomorrow morning." He switches off the flashlight. "Drive safely."
I watch him walk away while my legs threaten to collapse. Once back inside my car, I take in great gulps of air and lean my head back against the rest. But something tells me I shouldn't be relieved. The cop bought my story too easily. Which probably means he didn't just find me by accident. 
A sick feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. Mark is already on the hunt. 
About the Author

I started writing years ago, and my first attempt was a contemporary romance that will never see the light of day. I think I may even have thrown it away by now. It was absolutely horrific as I knew nothing about well…anything to do with writing.
After that, I started writing fantasy romances about wizards and wizards, and once those took off, I segued to paranormal romances (hello, vampires and ghosts) and romantic suspense. 
I also write articles for various magazines, including The Writer’s Journal, Writer’s Magazine, Writer’s Weekly, Writing for Dollars, Absolute Write, Freelance Writing.com, and Funds for Writers.
I’m fortunate to make my home in historical Charleston, South Carolina. Beautiful city. Beautiful people. When I’m not writing, I love to read, watch Bones, Castle, Blue Bloods, and Hawaii Five-O, create videos, keep Target in business, play visitor in my city, and drink lots of coffee.
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Secrets. Danger. Revenge. The Art of Love and Murder by Brenda Whiteside.

Welcome! Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over wonderfully talented author, Brenda Whiteside, who will be chatting about her latest release, The Art of Love and Murder. So sit back, relax and enjoy!
Brenda, the floor's all yours…
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Before I begin a novel, a character study evolves. My favorite part of writing is building characterizations. Some of what I know about my characters never makes the book. 
For instance, Lacy’s adoptive parents, Arlo and Sarah, are deceased when the book begins. What you won’t find out is that Arlo and Sarah Dahl were hippies in their younger days. They settled down in Scottsdale, Arizona but did volunteer work on the reservations near Flagstaff, Arizona. During one stay up north a small plane crashed killing everyone on board including Lacy’s parents. You will read that the baby girl, Lacy survived.
Chance Meadowlark, Lacy’s romantic interest, is a sheriff. What doesn’t come out in the book is the upcoming election has him worried. The man running against him plays dirty. Chance had enough trouble with Lacy, a pushy sometimes girlfriend and murder. I decided to leave out his election problems.
Blurb
Lacy Dahl never questioned her past until the deaths of her adoptive parents and her husband. A husband who wasn't what he seemed. Her research uncovers secrets about the mother she never knew; secrets that dispute the identity of her father and threaten her life. 
Sheriff Chance Meadowlark is still haunted by the murder of his wife and the revenge he unleashed in the name of justice. When he meets Lacy he is determined not to become involved, but their pasts may make that impossible. As they move closer to the truth, saving Lacy may be his only salvation. 
Lacy begins to think the present is more important than her past...until Chance's connection to her mother and a murder spin her deeper into danger and further from love. Will the truth destroy Lacy and Chance or will it be the answer that frees them? 
Excerpt
Momentarily struck dumb by his eye color, she stared back. Why hadn’t she noticed until now? Although not as light as hers or her father’s, the professor’s eyes were a startling green shade.
His hand nudged her arm. “Lacy?”
She jumped. “Oh, yes.” She slipped the tissue from the half-carved wolf. Another glance at his eyes and goose bumps riddled her arms.
He lifted the wood close to his face, using both hands as if handling a delicate hummingbird. His thumb traced the neck of the creature to the juncture of where it emerged from the wood. When he brought the piece to his nose, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Lacy wanted to turn away from the oddly erotic gesture. 
He swallowed, opened his eyes and set the wolf back on the tissue. His attention shifted to the photograph of the chest. He touched the photo, a smile on his lips. “Where is the chest?”
The chest. Like he knew it, had seen it before. “I’m having it sent. You’ve seen it before?”
He didn’t move, stared out the window as if deep in thought. “I’d like to show you something, Lacy.”
“All right.” She waited, watching his profile.
He turned and stared into her face a moment. “You’re so very lovely. A creation full of life and passion, surpassing any art form.”
His hypnotic voice floated on the classical strains drifting from the living room. She couldn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say. She’d been lifted upon a pedestal of admiration. With any other man, she might consider his words a means to a sexual end. The professor’s intentions, however, were crystal. He admired her like a work of art. 
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About the Author

Although I didn’t start out to write romance, I’ve found all good stories have to involve complicated human relationships. I’ve also learned, no matter a person’s age, a new discovery is right around every corner. Whether humorous or serious, straight contemporary or suspense, all my books revolve around those two facts. 
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Motorcycle Clubs. Shifters. Werewolves. The Secret Wolf by Ana W. Fawkes.

Today it’s my pleasure to spotlight The Secret Wolf, A Full Moon Mercy Novel, Book 1 by Ana W. Fawkes
Genre: paranormal romance, motorcycle club, shifter, werewolf
Publisher: Hundred to HomeASIN: B00K64FVO0
Number of pages: 185Word Count: 57,000
Book Description
Welcome to the world of FULL MOON MERCY.
This isn't just a book about a MC... this is about a brotherhood, a group of men who share a bond not just within the MC, but within their souls...
They're men. They're beasts. They are... FULL MOON MERCY.
Sitting next in line to run Full Moon Mercy Motorcycle Club, Lucas Trowwer has kept his fair share of secrets. Whether it's the cover up of murders in town or the fact that all the men that sit at the table are truly beasts on the inside, Lucas knows the line between paranormal and reality is very thin.
When bodies start piling up in town, the evidence points to a rival shifter crew looking to take down the MC, and the last thing Lucas needs is to save an innocent woman and fall for her. His trust must now reside in a woman who is beyond beautiful... and completely human. If things couldn't get any more confusing, a one night stand from Lucas's past comes forward with news that could change the path of Full Moon Mercy and Lucas is trapped within secrets, romance, and bloodshed.
There's a war brewing in the town of Mercy... and deep inside Lucas's beast of a heart.
Available at Amazon
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About the Author
Ana W. Fawkes is the best selling author of several series including, BY HIS COMMAND, WITH THE ROCKSTAR, and the new smash hit shifter MC romance, FULL MOON MERCY.
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Passion Flares. Sparks Fly. Vow of the Highlander- The MacLomain Series: Next Generation.

Welcome! It’s hard to believe it’s almost officially summer. In my neck of the woods, leaves have sprouted, the grass is green and flowers are in full bloom. Inspired by watching nature come to life, I’ve spent the last few months writing the next installment in The MacLomain Series- Next Generation.
In Mark of the Highlander, we followed Colin MacLomain and McKayla but were introduced to several new characters. In fact, though they’d just met, sparks already flew between Bradon MacLomain and Leslie. Well, as you might’ve guessed, theirs was a romance that wanted to be told! I had a blast getting to know both better and discovering how they'd push past their differences to find true love. Allow me to share my latest release, Vow of the Highlander…

A successful literary agent, Leslie has no desire to be part of the infamous connection between her Broun heritage and the MacLomain clan. But Fate is finicky and determined to thrust her through time into the path of the laird’s brother.
Bradon MacLomain made a vow to save his sister. Unwavering, relentless, he will travel the whole of Scotland to bring her home safely. When sharp-tongued, strong willed, Leslie ends up on his venture, he’s soon torn between his commitments and her distracting presence. Passion flares. Sparks fly. Truths are revealed. Only a sweeping journey into the rugged highlands will reveal if a modern day woman and a medieval Scotsman can see through promises made in, Vow of the Highlander.
Excerpt
Only five steps into the courtyard and already one clansman was circling her, a flirtatious grin on his handsome face. Somehow it was all infectious and as determined as she was to stay by McKayla’s side, she soon found herself in the arms of first one then another Scotsman. Some were her height, many taller, but none as tall as the man who she eventually ended up dancing with.
“I hear I had you worried.”
It took everything she had to look into Bradon’s deep, green eyes. She hated how aware of him she’d become. How her heart seemed to clench a little too tightly. “Don’t overthink it.”
“Ah, so I didhave you worried. ‘Tis good,” he said softly. “Every lad should have a wee bonnie lass or two to welcome him home after a good battle.”
She arched a brow and found it easier and easier by the moment to look at him. “Or two?”
“Or three even,” he replied easily, an irritating grin on his face.
“What happened when you left us?” she asked, determined to steer the conversation away from him thinking her an easy target.
“They followed,” he said as if she should have that figured out. “And I evaded.” He shrugged. “Then I killed a few.”
“Why are you not covered in blood then?”
“Because I’m not brutal.” His eyes dropped to her lips before returning to her eyes. “‘Tis not a difficult thing to find water and bathe, lass.” 
He did seem rather fresh…in more ways than one. “So will the MacLeod’s be showing up at the MacLomain’s doorstep once more?”
His hand slid lower down her back and he pulled her closer. “Nay, lassie. ‘Tis time to relax.”
She pushed him back a fraction and frowned. “I can relax just fine without being up against you.”
“Can you then?” But he didn’t let her go too far. His hand cupped the side of her neck. “The muscles here.” His thumb ran around the back, giving her shivers. “As well as the muscles here.” He pressed slightly. “They are like stone.”
Her eyes dropped to his strong neck then the wide chest covered by his tunic. Being close to this man was a very bad idea. But for the life of her she couldn’t pull away. 


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Coming soon to Barnes and Noble, iTunes and Google Books. 
Wrath of the Highlander (Book 3), Faith of the Highlander (Book 4) and Plight of the Highlander (Book 5) coming soon!

Son of Dragons by Andrea R. Cooper

Today it’s my pleasure to feature Andrea R. Cooper, author of Son of Dragons, Book Two in the Legend of Oblivion Series.
Book Description
In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc’s scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.
Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.
Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.
When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the ... Son of Dragons.
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Books in the Legends of Oblivion Series
The Garnet Dagger – Book 1
Cursed in Shadow – Book 1.5
Son of Dragons – Book 2
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Let's hear from Andrea!
They say you are only as old as you feel. I wonder if watching cartoons count as helping feeling younger?
If you enjoy your kids’ Disney movies, but wish they were more “adult”, then try Anime. And no, this isn’t your “Speed Racer” from the sixties (no offence, I watched that show in reruns when I was little).
Some of these are stand-alone movies, others are series, and a few have both a TV series and movies. All images are copyright free to share, use or modify, even commercially.
Warning - many of these are not suitable for children.
I would advise watching them without the kids first, and then use your own judgment.
10. PONYO this is a great movie for kids. This would be lower on the list if my kids did not watch it all of the time J


9.  VAMPIRE HUNTER D


8.  DEATH NOTE


7. WITCH CRAFT WORKS – this series is refreshing in that it has the heroine rescuing the hero


6. PRINCESS MONONOKE


5. SPIRITED AWAY – should be ok for older children, but watch first before showing them.


4. FULL METAL ALCHEMIST – this has series and movies.


3. GHOST IN THE SHELL – another one with both series and movies.


2. HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE this one might be all right for older children. (note: image is not official from the movie. I could not find a copyright-free image except this one)


1. INUYASHA – I have never wanted two cartoon characters to get their romance on more so than Inuyasha and Kagome.


How about you? Do you watch or have you watched anime? If you watch an anime for the first time, because I have listed it here, please let me know what you thought J
Excerpt
Clean from the bath, Landon let the air from the open window dry his hair. Dressed only in trousers, he leaned against the windowsill.
He thought he smelled the hint of roses and heat on the breeze. Movement from the street below caught his eye. He leaned out, squinting into the night.
Torches lined the cobbled street corners. A cloaked figure waited. Then the innkeeper rushed outside. His hands flew in gestures as the figure nodded.
Then he pointed to the window where Landon watched. At the same instant, the cloaked figure followed his finger’s path to Landon. Green eyes that seemed to glow met his.
Landon jumped up and cursed when his head hit the bottom of the window. When he looked back, both figures were gone.
Thinking the innkeeper would send guards, he waited with his sword in hand and his stare riveted on the door. No one came. He must be getting paranoid, thinking there was a ghost or enemy around every corner. His eyelids grew heavy as he waited for a fight that failed to materialize. Finally, he rolled his shoulders back to ease out the tension.
Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about those piercing emerald eyes. They’d belonged to a woman; he could tell. There was intelligence and cunning in them. Her stare felt as though she saw through the façade he often wore as prince and to please others, and into his kajh.
A woman who was not afraid, but used to being feared. It unnerved him, yet excited him. His pulse quickened and his loins tightened at the thought of those eyes filled with passion for him.Better get some sleep before the night was gone. Tomorrow, he’d tell Gillespie about what he saw. He doubted he could explain those captivating green eyes that continued to haunt him even now.
Review
“We are introduced to new and wonderful creatures, and meet up with those we know and love from the first book, as each character's unique role and journey begins to intersect... and each will have a pivotal role in the outcome of an epic battle that is about to take place. Deception, self discovery, and sacrifices will be made, as each character's true role is uncovered... and in these magical lands, nothing is at it seems…Still, the book builds on the last with new and enchanting worlds, exciting creatures, and breathtaking originality. ..A really fun read, and a complimentary addition to the Legends of Oblivion series!” -4 1/2 stars Moonrise Book Blog
About the Author

Growing up in Houston, Texas, Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn't until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels. 
What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba. 
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.
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For a Pirate, Nothing is Forbidden...Except Love. The Pirate Princess by Kary Rader.

Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over and interview, Kary Rader, author of The Pirate Princess, Reign of Light, Book One. This story is the perfect blend of genres including fantasy, supernatural, paranormal and romance. Sounds amazing! So sit back, relax and read on.
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing GroupDate of Publication: May 27th 2014ISBN: 9781941260180Word Count: 64,400
Book Description
For a pirate, nothing is forbidden...except love. To gain her freedom, Charlee must seduce the prince. To save the pirate, Prince Petra must win her heart. 
BY HONOR ALONE
A handsome war hero, Prince Petra can have his pick of any lady in the kingdom. A man of virtue, he's saved himself for just the right one. But when the corrupt emperor of Isa Vis kidnaps a duke's daughter to force her into an alliance, Petra sacrifices himself—and his dreams of love—to save her. Betrothing himself to the distant captive, he leads a daring rescue across the stormy South Sea.
But The Light has other plans. On the voyage, Petra runs afoul of Charlee. Once a prisoner, now a pirate captain, the sultry siren holds him captive with more than just her sword. And when she offers a seductive wager—if he takes her body before they reach the City of Light, she wins absolution for her crimes—it is all he can do to hold firm. While he has every reason to bring Charlee to justice, he’s also finally found a woman he wants more than honor. And he can no more trust her than he can trust himself.
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Keynote:  To gain her freedom, Charlee must seduce the Prince Petra. To save the pirate, the prince must win her heart.
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Interview time!
What inspired you to write this book?
A question inspired me to write The Pirate Princess. I had just finished my first manuscript, Queen of Jastain, and my friend and crit partner was looking it over. She mentioned how she loved one of the secondary characters and she asked, “Is Petra going to get his HEA?”
After a fruitless Google search and an embarrassing email back to her I asked, “What the heck is an HEA?”
She replied, “Happily Ever After.”
And my mind whirled off on a pirate’s adventure, because if you were the most honest, most pure person, who would be your perfect match—A Pirate, of course. LOL 

How did you come up with the title?
My heroine is a pirate captain with royal roots. She is The Pirate Princess.
What made you choose the main setting for your book?I’ve always loved the ocean and tropical settings. My husband and I loved to cruise before we had kids, and to me there’s no better place on Earth than the beach. I love the breeze and the salt water. I love the sun, the plants and I love the wildness of the ocean. It’s a force of nature that can be traveled but never tamed.

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story. 
The primary conflict in the story comes from Charlee, the heroine, has been betrayed by the men in her life. She’s sworn never to trust another, but Prince Petra has come to save Charlee. Unfortunately, for him to save her, he must earn her trust.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?
“I suggest nothing. I’m merely stating that if I were to make love to you—or any woman—I would require one thing.”

A smile grazed her lips as if she’d already won a hard-fought battle. “What, then, is your requirement?”

Petra softly captured her face with his hands and peered down into it, unblinking. “Your heart. Your whole heart.”

What sort of personality does your hero have?
Petra is a kind nurturing hero. He is loyal, strong and noble with a strength of character one in a thousand possess.

What sort of personality does your heroine have?
Charlee is strong, determined and misguided.

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share.
My favorite scene is the scene I wrote the book to write. It’s the payoff. And it comes at Charlee’s final turning point late in the story when she decides she not only must trust Petra, but that she, more than anything, wants to. I can’t give it away, but I hope you read the book and enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Thanks again for having me, Sky!

My pleasure, Kary. Your book sounds wonderful!
Excerpt
LOVE & WAR
“I’ll race you there.”
Charlee’s mind spun in a whirl. She’d never been one to resist a challenge, which Petra well knew. She’d also never been one to play fair.
She softly took his hand and allowed him to pull her up. As soon as he released her, she leaned toward him. His eyes widened and filled with desire. She let a playful smile touch her lips and licked the bottom one with her tongue. Petra sucked in a breath, but before he could make a move, she shoved him back in the sand and took off running as fast as she could, more laughter spilling from her lips—laughter conspicuously sounding like giggles.
She reached the west side of the pool at nearly the same time Petra crested the cliff of the falls. That sneaky prince had found an alternate route.
Their eyes met and locked. She took one step into the water as he dove from the cliff. Her breath caught in her throat. She froze for several heartbeats, the ripples from his splash washing over her toes. Then, out of nowhere, a strong arm rose in front of her, grabbed her leg and pulled her in. She screamed and tried to pull away.
He surfaced in front of her, his arms securely wrapped around her waist. She tried to push and wiggle free, but his arms locked around her more tightly. She tried to splash him, slap him and even butt him with her head, but he captured her hands. Their eyes met unguarded and full of passion. His warm body pressed against hers….

About the Author

Kary Rader is a part-time Twitter sage, stay-at-home mother of three, and slave to the characters and worlds inside her head. Always creative, she's drawn to stories with fantastical worlds and creatures. 
With a little bit of magic and divine guidance, there isn't anything that can't be accomplished with words. It's the power of words that creates and destroys. 
Vanquishing evil and injustice while finding eternal love in the process is all in a day's work. With the help of her critique partners and master cartographer imaginary places come to life.
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