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December 8, 2014
Cover reveal!
I have no self control. I said I wouldn't post this for a while but I can't stand it anymore. This is the cover by the amazeballs Willsin Rowe for the upcoming Lucky Streak. Lucky Streak is the sequel to Lucky 13: 13 Tales of Getting Lucky . It will include 13 all new, never before published, tales of getting lucky.
It's due out January 16th from Excessica Publishing. And I am so excited...I erm...just can't hide it. Okay, so I strayed into Pointer Sisters territory there, but you'll just have to deal with it.
Whew. Glad I got that off my chest.
XOXO
Sommer
December 7, 2014
Amazon says no so...
The first review of
'tis the Season
went up yesterday. Well...it should have. But for some reason they've rejected Kiki Howell's review of my new Christmas novella. Citing obscene language and/or links embedded. Well...neither of those was accurate but there's no way to respond. So, I did what any good writer would do, I immortalized it and am posting it here. This is what SHOULD be up on Amazon for my book, but instead it's here. Either way, I'm thrilled that this is Kiki's take on my book and I'm grateful she took the time to write a review!
Ta and da.
Ta and da.
December 5, 2014
'tis the Season...for sexy time
So here's the bright spot in December I've been waiting for. My holiday novella
'tis the Season
. :) I had a lot of fun writing this one when things were feeling pretty dark and gray in my life. I treasure it. If you're in the mood for a comical, fun, flirty and sexy little tale during the craziness of the holiday season, I hope you'll check it out!
'tis the Season for a fun, flirty tale of holiday passion. A perfect short, cheerful read at that busy time of year. Nothing but lots of humor with a festive cast of characters, a dashing hero, a good-hearted heroine and a warm afterglow. All thanks to the magic of Christmas...oh, and a stuck thermostat. Hot from the word go, 'tis the Season is just the right amount of comedy and romance and sex to give yourself a break when that holiday stress gets to be too much. A package you'll definitely want to open before Christmas.
Excerpt:
It was surreally hot in here. I stood at the small gathering of wine bottles near the kitchen of my apartment and watched each one seeping a long, red line of wine from cork to carpet.
I groaned. There went God knew how much money. The wine would be skunked now.
I went to the thermostat by my desk and saw it read a balmy 94 degrees. I sighed.
“Great. Three days before Christmas, but in my apartment it’s nearly a desert temperature.”
The phone rang, but I let it go. Searching through the dining room closet for the spray cleaner and a new sponge. Sweat rolled down my neck and under my fetching red sweater. I snatched the Santa hat off my head and tossed it on the dining room table. Hot. Too hot.
I found the spray cleaner with a victorious little cry and went to the wine rack. It was messy work taking each bottle and setting it on its end on the sideboard. The rack was coated in wine, the antique wood of the sideboard was puddled with ruby liquid and nearly every bottle had given up the ghost.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I sprayed the dots of red on the beige carpet and wondered just how much of my security deposit I’d get back when I moved. Probably none. They’d claim the carpet was irreparably damaged and would have to be replaced.
“Balls!” I said.
I heard a thump from over my head and knew Brogan was home. I’d have to head up there once the carpet was sprayed and the little tiny peroxide bubbles of cleaning goodness were doing their job. He’d need to come down with his key and unstick my stuck thermostat.
Thank god he was home.
Jon Brogan had lived above me since I’d moved in and had said about three words total to me. All of them “hi”. He was nice enough and smiled but sorta shy and I was not the person who had a lot of time or energy to draw out idle chitchat from men who didn’t want to talk to me.
I glanced at the desk by the foyer door and saw there was a goodie bag for him. Christmas was a big thing with me and I always had little gifts to give out. Since he was the live-in handyman at this six apartment joint, I had a little gift for him.
“Hello, Jon Brogan,” I said as I vigorously sprayed. “No, no. No need to speak to me. I just wanted you to have this little Christmas goodie and to…ya know…come turn my apartment into a livable space that isn’t the optimum temperature and humidity for growing hot house tomatoes!”
I stood, brushed my black slacks at the knees and wished I was back at the office Christmas party I’d just left. Then I sighed. The only thing worse than coming home from a party to a ninety-something degree apartment in December is coming home to it late. And drunk.
“You did well, Natalie,” I said to myself. “Leaving to avoid Kevin-the-handsy-IT-guy was genius. You’re a gem. You’re a goddess.”
Then I laughed at myself. Okay, I might be slightly drunk. Well, not drunk. Let’s say buzzed, shall we? It’s a little classier.
I kicked off my heels and peeled off my red sweater. Then I took a big breath. I did the logical thing and opened the windows. A cold blast of winter air came rushing in.
Another big breath and my fingers sifted through my long hair. A few sweat-sticky dark strands hugged my cheeks, and I brushed them away. I’d let the wind work its magic and go beg Brogan—because no one called him Jon—to come down and fix this mess. Quick. Like one of Santa’s elves.
I unlocked the door to the connecting hallway and took the steps in my stockinged feet. I was seriously reconsidering bothering a man who’d barely spoken to me the year I’d lived in the apartments. Oh, he was pretty, I’d give him that. Dark brown hair so rich it almost appeared black and big blue eyes that seemed to swing their way round to green when he was smiling. But he had a girlfriend who was about as sane as a sack full of angry cats. I’d heard her yelling and storming out on more than one occasion recently.
I paused. Had I seen Celine’s car out front? I thought and thought and realized that the only cars parked out in the reserved spots had been mine, Brogan’s big ugly green truck and Mrs. Wilson from unit five’s ancient Chevy Malibu.
A few more steps disappeared beneath my feet and I paused again. Was I going to be disturbing him?
“Stop it, stop it, stop it,” I whispered to myself. “You’re only asking the man to do his job, not come string tinsel and go caroling with you. Go.”
I went.
At the top of the steps I knocked lightly and waited. Nothing. No sound at all. Of course not, I’d barely rapped the wood with my knuckles. I knocked again. Louder this time.
I heard a muffled response that sounded like “Come in!”
So I did. I went in. I opened the door and was met with a neat and orderly apartment. And Brogan on his sofa, quickly tucking himself into jaunty Ho, Ho, Ho! boxer shorts.
I gasped, covered my eyes and let out a tortured little squeal. He’d been…um. Entertaininghimself.
'tis the Season for a fun, flirty tale of holiday passion. A perfect short, cheerful read at that busy time of year. Nothing but lots of humor with a festive cast of characters, a dashing hero, a good-hearted heroine and a warm afterglow. All thanks to the magic of Christmas...oh, and a stuck thermostat. Hot from the word go, 'tis the Season is just the right amount of comedy and romance and sex to give yourself a break when that holiday stress gets to be too much. A package you'll definitely want to open before Christmas.Excerpt:
It was surreally hot in here. I stood at the small gathering of wine bottles near the kitchen of my apartment and watched each one seeping a long, red line of wine from cork to carpet.
I groaned. There went God knew how much money. The wine would be skunked now.
I went to the thermostat by my desk and saw it read a balmy 94 degrees. I sighed.
“Great. Three days before Christmas, but in my apartment it’s nearly a desert temperature.”
The phone rang, but I let it go. Searching through the dining room closet for the spray cleaner and a new sponge. Sweat rolled down my neck and under my fetching red sweater. I snatched the Santa hat off my head and tossed it on the dining room table. Hot. Too hot.
I found the spray cleaner with a victorious little cry and went to the wine rack. It was messy work taking each bottle and setting it on its end on the sideboard. The rack was coated in wine, the antique wood of the sideboard was puddled with ruby liquid and nearly every bottle had given up the ghost.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I sprayed the dots of red on the beige carpet and wondered just how much of my security deposit I’d get back when I moved. Probably none. They’d claim the carpet was irreparably damaged and would have to be replaced.
“Balls!” I said.
I heard a thump from over my head and knew Brogan was home. I’d have to head up there once the carpet was sprayed and the little tiny peroxide bubbles of cleaning goodness were doing their job. He’d need to come down with his key and unstick my stuck thermostat.
Thank god he was home.
Jon Brogan had lived above me since I’d moved in and had said about three words total to me. All of them “hi”. He was nice enough and smiled but sorta shy and I was not the person who had a lot of time or energy to draw out idle chitchat from men who didn’t want to talk to me.
I glanced at the desk by the foyer door and saw there was a goodie bag for him. Christmas was a big thing with me and I always had little gifts to give out. Since he was the live-in handyman at this six apartment joint, I had a little gift for him.
“Hello, Jon Brogan,” I said as I vigorously sprayed. “No, no. No need to speak to me. I just wanted you to have this little Christmas goodie and to…ya know…come turn my apartment into a livable space that isn’t the optimum temperature and humidity for growing hot house tomatoes!”
I stood, brushed my black slacks at the knees and wished I was back at the office Christmas party I’d just left. Then I sighed. The only thing worse than coming home from a party to a ninety-something degree apartment in December is coming home to it late. And drunk.
“You did well, Natalie,” I said to myself. “Leaving to avoid Kevin-the-handsy-IT-guy was genius. You’re a gem. You’re a goddess.”
Then I laughed at myself. Okay, I might be slightly drunk. Well, not drunk. Let’s say buzzed, shall we? It’s a little classier.
I kicked off my heels and peeled off my red sweater. Then I took a big breath. I did the logical thing and opened the windows. A cold blast of winter air came rushing in.
Another big breath and my fingers sifted through my long hair. A few sweat-sticky dark strands hugged my cheeks, and I brushed them away. I’d let the wind work its magic and go beg Brogan—because no one called him Jon—to come down and fix this mess. Quick. Like one of Santa’s elves.
I unlocked the door to the connecting hallway and took the steps in my stockinged feet. I was seriously reconsidering bothering a man who’d barely spoken to me the year I’d lived in the apartments. Oh, he was pretty, I’d give him that. Dark brown hair so rich it almost appeared black and big blue eyes that seemed to swing their way round to green when he was smiling. But he had a girlfriend who was about as sane as a sack full of angry cats. I’d heard her yelling and storming out on more than one occasion recently.
I paused. Had I seen Celine’s car out front? I thought and thought and realized that the only cars parked out in the reserved spots had been mine, Brogan’s big ugly green truck and Mrs. Wilson from unit five’s ancient Chevy Malibu.
A few more steps disappeared beneath my feet and I paused again. Was I going to be disturbing him?
“Stop it, stop it, stop it,” I whispered to myself. “You’re only asking the man to do his job, not come string tinsel and go caroling with you. Go.”
I went.
At the top of the steps I knocked lightly and waited. Nothing. No sound at all. Of course not, I’d barely rapped the wood with my knuckles. I knocked again. Louder this time.
I heard a muffled response that sounded like “Come in!”
So I did. I went in. I opened the door and was met with a neat and orderly apartment. And Brogan on his sofa, quickly tucking himself into jaunty Ho, Ho, Ho! boxer shorts.
I gasped, covered my eyes and let out a tortured little squeal. He’d been…um. Entertaininghimself.
December 1, 2014
#43
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Girl child took her father's job of putting up the birthday banner for my 43rd today (he was obsessed with it lol). She apparently did this while I was asleep last night. She told me she promptly tripped over the ottoman because the furniture is rearranged due to the tree (a three day affair this year but one we accomplished). A noise her brother heard, threw on all the lights and came down because he thought someone was in the house. These are the things that go on when I'm conked out after a long day of pre-birthday stuff with my MIL. LOL. But I know we're all looking out for each other. That's the biggest gift.Today I see my mom, have dinner with the kids, and eat gluten free cake that girl child made me last night. It's a difficult day but I have a wonderful family, amazing kids and no one is letting me skip my birthday. So onward and upward. With many thoughts of my man and I love yous said out loud on a day he always made special for me.
XOXO
Sommer
November 26, 2014
A time for gratitude...
I've had a rough 18 months. Many of you know that. But one of the things that sustained me during that time was people so willing to give to us when we needed it most. Time, money, good thoughts, well wishes, an ear to listen...love. So at a time when we are supposed to be grateful for the good things, I'd encourage you if you're looking to read me or haven't read the following books, buy a copy. All proceeds--*all*--go to the foundation they are dedicated to. In order they are: The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, American Diabetes Association and PanCan.org
I am grateful, at this time of year, for my children, the family who kept me going me during the last year and a half, my online writer/reader friends and the opportunity at this time in my life to be in a position to give again. To do good things for others. Paying back is soothing my soul. And that is a gift.
XOXO
Sommer
p.s. another charity antho is in the works so if you are a writer please watch for a Call for Submissions. Should come after the holidays. <3
p.p.s. Please check out all the Coming Together titles for more dirty reading for a good cause!
I am grateful, at this time of year, for my children, the family who kept me going me during the last year and a half, my online writer/reader friends and the opportunity at this time in my life to be in a position to give again. To do good things for others. Paying back is soothing my soul. And that is a gift.
XOXO
Sommer
p.s. another charity antho is in the works so if you are a writer please watch for a Call for Submissions. Should come after the holidays. <3
p.p.s. Please check out all the Coming Together titles for more dirty reading for a good cause!
November 24, 2014
So...yeah
Not a lot of blogging going on here, have you noticed? Mostly because I'm not sure what I have to say at this very strange and difficult time in my life. I am not cut out for widowhood, I believe. I could bore you with the realities of my life these last 4 weeks. Insurance stress, death benefit stress, getting on with life stress and as of today, Social Security Administration stress (they're trying to pay a dead man). Did you know it would be easier to catch a fly with chopsticks than get a human on the phone at the SSA?
Or I could tell you about putting away the medical supplies I used to care for him and crying. Or changing the sheets for the first time since he passed...and crying. Or ya know...making coffee...and crying.
But there is writing, though. That's a bright spot. Because I had this weird notion (much like when I quit smoking) that I wouldn't be able to write now that I'm a widow (I thought I wouldn't be able to write sans smokes). But I can. And I am. So, I'm grateful for that.
Another thing I am looking forward to is the release of my Christmas novella 'Tis the Season which comes out from Excessica on December 5th. So that...yeah, I'm looking forward to that.
What I'm not looking forward to is December 1st, which is my 43rd birthday. It's the first birthday I can recall not looking forward to. This is the first year I wished I could skip it. Jim always made my birthday great. Even if he had to work. It was still him coming home and yay! it's your birthday and I got to spend it with my best friend/favorite person/husband. So, I think the kids and I will go out to eat because my guy isn't here to cook and it will be a change of scenery.
Let's see...what else. Well, like I said, there's writing. I'm more than half done the anthology of all new stories I'm putting together to be the follow up to Lucky 13 . And Obsession Suite is selling in a modest but steady stream and...
Yeah, that's all I've got. I am trying to find a shred of my Christmas spirit. Trying to embrace, even on some level, moving forward. But it is slow going and difficult to say the least.
On that note, I'd like to thank all my writer friends and readers yet again for their unfailing kindness, support, understanding and love. You're awesome. And I'm grateful for you. <3
XOXO
Sommer
Or I could tell you about putting away the medical supplies I used to care for him and crying. Or changing the sheets for the first time since he passed...and crying. Or ya know...making coffee...and crying.
But there is writing, though. That's a bright spot. Because I had this weird notion (much like when I quit smoking) that I wouldn't be able to write now that I'm a widow (I thought I wouldn't be able to write sans smokes). But I can. And I am. So, I'm grateful for that.
Another thing I am looking forward to is the release of my Christmas novella 'Tis the Season which comes out from Excessica on December 5th. So that...yeah, I'm looking forward to that.
What I'm not looking forward to is December 1st, which is my 43rd birthday. It's the first birthday I can recall not looking forward to. This is the first year I wished I could skip it. Jim always made my birthday great. Even if he had to work. It was still him coming home and yay! it's your birthday and I got to spend it with my best friend/favorite person/husband. So, I think the kids and I will go out to eat because my guy isn't here to cook and it will be a change of scenery.Let's see...what else. Well, like I said, there's writing. I'm more than half done the anthology of all new stories I'm putting together to be the follow up to Lucky 13 . And Obsession Suite is selling in a modest but steady stream and...
Yeah, that's all I've got. I am trying to find a shred of my Christmas spirit. Trying to embrace, even on some level, moving forward. But it is slow going and difficult to say the least.
On that note, I'd like to thank all my writer friends and readers yet again for their unfailing kindness, support, understanding and love. You're awesome. And I'm grateful for you. <3
XOXO
Sommer
November 9, 2014
Just a toe...
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I haven't blogged since we lost Jim. So this is me sticking just a toe into the water. I knew I'd be down for the count for a few weeks. I anticipated it. But now I am itching to focus on something and do what I do to process all my emotions. Write. So I started tentatively a few days ago. I will be blogging helter skelter for a while, I'm sure. But I'm here and trying to find the balance between grieving and purpose. Thank you to all of you who have contacted me with condolences, kindness, support and love. You are very much appreciated and when you reach out you touch my heart.Love,
Sommer
October 28, 2014
My Best Friend
At 9:33 a.m. yesterday morning, I lost my very best friend in the world. I feel like half of myself is missing now. But I am beyond overjoyed for him that he is no longer in the incredible pain he endured for way too long. As each hour passes, the image of my sick husband, at the mercy of his disease, is being replaced more and more by the memory of my whole, happy, healthy husband with his booming voice and equally booming laugh. Jim, and the family we built, is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I am beyond grateful that I have our children--and what amazing, kind and caring children they are--because it means I will forever have part of him and a constant reminder of our amazing love.
*December 25, 2013
*December 25, 2013October 26, 2014
Treat no trick!
You can win a signed copy of The Mighty Quinn. There's still time. :)
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October 25, 2014
Spooky, sexy spot #12: Rozlyn Sparks (and friends)
I may have a few more stragglers coming in but as of right now this is the last SSS in the chamber! I'll post snippets from some of my own paranormals through the rest of the month, as well as, a link to a fun monster-friendly spot, annnnnd any last minute party goers that may arrive. For now we have a box set, Crimson Dreams, that's so tasty your mouth will water. And your fangs will definitely come out. *chomp*
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.INTO THE ABYSS 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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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.INTO THE ABYSS 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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