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New Release - Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the Crow by Jeremiah Franklin

**** Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race. ****


Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the CrowDark TomorrowBook TwoJeremiah Franklin                                              Genre: Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic                                     Publisher: Month9Books
Date of Publication: November 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-948671-95-8ASIN: B07W4XJSSB
Number of pages: 304
Cover Artist: Danielle Doolittle
Book Description:
Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race.
With the death of Sara’s father and the disappearance of the strange boy known as Mason, the teens are left reeling, but alongside the enigmatic ex-Marine, Edward, they soon forge an alliance with a collection of young survivors led by the sage and charismatic Kai.
Nevertheless, when their new companions begin to mysteriously disappear, the group is once again thrown into a desperate struggle for survival, where only the most cunning and relentless will prevail.
Ultimately, among whispers of top-secret military bunkers, lost gold, and a shadowy group known as the Cult of the Crow, Sawyer and Sara must face the grim realization that death and betrayal lurks in every corner, and when it comes to the end of the world--nothing is what it seems.
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About the Author:
Jeremiah Franklin is a former private investigator, arm-chair survivalist, and author of the Dark Tomorrow trilogy. When he is not creating thrilling post-apocalyptic worlds, or discussing himself in the third person, the author enjoys reading, staying active, and spending time outdoors with family and friends. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, a Master’s Degree in Education, and several other certifications that no one really cares about. He lives, writes, and plays in beautiful central Oregon, USA.
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Character Interview - The Underground by Roxanne Bland #PNR #UrbanFantasy

Interview with Kurt Masters, Vampire Regent and Master of Seattle
Welcome to my show! I’m pleased to announce my guest today is Kurt Masters, vampire regent and Master of Seattle. I look forward to hearing what he has to say, so let’s get started!
Q: Mr. Masters—
A. Please, call me Kurt. All of my good friends do.
Q. Thank you, Kurt. First, I’d love for you to satisfy my curiosity. Is Kurt Masters your real name?
A. Kurt is, and Masters is not. I take on other names and appearances periodically and chose Masters this time. Not very original, I know. But I rule Seattle’s paranormals, so it’s certainly accurate.
Q. Okay. I’m sure our listeners would like to know what, exactly, is a vampire regent?
A. Well, like you humans, not all vampires are reborn with the same potential. There are some who, as we “age,” develop powers beyond those usually associated with vampires, such as the ability to mist. A vampire who reaches this stage—usually after about four centuries—is called a regent. It takes time, though, for a regent to fully develop his powers, about two or three centuries.
Q. But…you’re just over six hundred years old. Yet you’re not only a regent, but probably the most powerful regent in the world.
A. I took a, ah, shortcut, shall we say. It nearly killed me, but I’d happily do it again if I had to.
Q. I see. You have business dealings worldwide and come into contact with humans every day. How is it that you’ve been able to keep your being a vampire secret?
A. My regent’s powers allow me to do almost anything a human can. I can walk during the day, sunlight doesn’t burn me, I can be seen in mirrors, eat and drink human food, and so much more. Really, the only way a human could know I’m a vampire is if I tell them. And even then, they might not believe it.
Q. I see. Let’s change direction, now. What do you do for fun?
A. Is this a family-friendly show?
Q. Er…it isn’t rated. I mean, anyone can listen.
A. Including children?
Q. Yes…I suppose. Why?
A. You want to know what I like to do for fun? I’d tell you but we can’t send the little ones’ parents into a tizzy, now can we? And we certainly don’t want to you to lose your show over something I said. All right. Give me a minute.
A. Hmm…I’m not sure there’s—oh, wait. Here’s one. Sitting on the beach on a deserted South Sea island watching the sun set after a day spent playing in the surf.
Q. That’s it?
A. That’s what?
Q. Just sitting on a beach? I mean, are you alone or is someone with you?
A. Very unlikely that I’m alone—or wearing clothes—but you did say this was a family show.
Q. Umm…okay. Well, that’s all the time we have. Kurt, I want to thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to talk with us. I do appreciate it.
A. My pleasure. And…you are a comely lass, aren’t you? Why don’t you come with me on my next trip to the South Seas and we can—

Q. That would be mypleasure!
The UndergroundRoxanne Bland
Genre: Paranormal Urban Fantasy/Romance/Science Fiction Hybrid
Publisher: Blackrose Press
Date of Publication: Oct. 1, 2019
ISBN: 9780996731621 (print) ISBN: 9780996731638 (electronic)ASIN: B07X6RRL5B
Number of pages: 376Word Count: 100,261
Cover Artist: Zelena
Tagline: There’s no room for morals when survival is at stake.
Book Description:
In an alternate Seattle, communities of “exotics”—shapeshifters, witches, elves and vampires—live among the murderous human population and are ruled over by the cruel vampire Master, Kurt.
The powerful alpha male of the werewolf pack, Parker Berenson, is one of the Master’s enslaved servants and he would like nothing more than to hasten the downfall of the vampire overlord who stole his love, the beautiful mage Garrett Larkin.
But in a night city already on the razor’s edge—in the midst of a spate of bloody murders—Parker’s passionate encounter with a stunning interstellar assassin could upset the very delicate balance and ignite a war neither exotics nor humans can survive
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Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1    
“Stay human. Stay human. Stay human.”Parker Berenson, alpha of Seattle’s werewolf pack, slammed the door to his aging brown Chevrolet Caprice. “Stay human. Stay human.” Hands clenched into fists, his feet pounded the icy pavement leading from the driveway to his blue-gray stucco house. Though the February fourth night was unusually bitter and he wore neither overcoat nor jacket, he didn’t feel cold. Sweat streamed down his face and neck. His white dress shirt was soaked, as were his trousers. Tiny tendrils of steam rising from his muscular shoulders made him look as if he were smoldering.His wolf’s hard push against the mental bonds that held him inside their shared body and mind made Parker stumble. Fuck staying human. I want out! he roared.Regaining his balance, he ignored his beast as best he could and kept walking. “Stay human. Just stay human.”I’m—“At least wait until we get inside,” he said through his teeth.The porch light was out again, but Parker could see by the streetlamps’ ambient glow. He shoved his key into the front door lock and gave it a savage twist. The bolt didn’t move. Using more pressure, he tried again and nearly snapped the key in two. “Open, you sonofa…” he muttered, jiggling the key in its slot.That’s it, his wolf snarled and gave another hard mental shove. Tear the sucker off—“No!”The key finally turned. Parker threw the door open, stormed over the threshold, then banged the door shut.One day, I swear-to-God, I’m gonna kill that—“You and me both.” He leaned against the door, panting. “Now calm down, will you? Calm—”Calm down? After what he did to us tonight? Again? Calm down my—“Shut up. We need a drink.”I don’t need a drink. I need—“Shut up, I said.”His wolf didn’t reply. That was a good sign. Parker strode away from the small patch of faux-slate tiles that served as a tiny foyer. The room he marched across comprised nearly all of the main level. White walls supported glass and metal sculptures with jagged edges sharp enough to carve a holiday roast. These stood in stark contrast to the rest of the sparse furnishings—the clean, straight lines and ninety-degree angles formed by industrial-grade steel pipe. The black leather cushions on the sofa and chairs did little to soften the interior’s threatening appearance.The decor wasn’t pretty but it had its uses. The lack of furniture allowed enough space for all of his wolves to sit when the pack met at his place. And in case his neighbors discovered what he was and decided to do something about it, the wall hangings and furniture could be broken into makeshift but lethal weapons.Parker headed for the freestanding bar about twenty feet away. He grabbed the jumbo-sized Jack Daniel’s bottle from the counter and then snatched a double shot glass from a nearby rack. Pouring the glass full, he drank it in one gulp, ignoring the liquid fire searing his throat. He tossed down two more shots.After his fourth drink, he felt at least some of the tension leave his shoulders. Holding the glass in two large, strong, and trembling—but very human—hands, he set it down on the upper counter. Leaning against the marble, he closed his eyes. “Okay. We’re okay now. Right?”His wolf remained silent. Another good sign. The last thing he wanted was to morph into his other, a gargantuan man-wolf eight feet tall. A forced morph was triggered in werewolves by the full moon and sometimes, like now, by powerful emotions. And the greater the size differences between the human and were selves, the more agonizing the change. Parker-the-human stood six feet, six inches tall in his stocking feet. Morphing into his eight-foot were hurt like a knife-wielding bitch.Parker had been just about to let out a sigh of relief when he caught a whiff of cologne clinging to his shirt. It wasn’t his. He ripped the still-wet shirt off and threw it across the room. His broad, hairy chest heaving with anger, he watched the discarded garment land in a crumpled heap about ten feet away.No, we’re not okay, his wolf growled. Human, when are you going to wake up and smell the blood? That bastard is driving us insane.“That bastard” was Kurt, the vampire Master. Old and extremely formidable, Kurt extended preternatural protection from Seattle’s human horde to just about every exotic—zot—that lived there. The smell Parker had picked up was the vampire’s favorite scent.He poured a fifth shot of whiskey into the glass. “Quit calling me ‘human.’ Besides, what do you suggest we do about it? We’re Kurt’s servant. Bound to him by blood. Day or night, he calls, we come, and then we do whatever he wants.” He downed his drink and grimaced. “Like we’re his damned dog or something.”His wolf’s anger surged. Guess you like it, huh? Like this, maybe? A mental picture flashed in their shared mind’s eye, one Parker would rather not have seen. Kurt’s grinning face was poised above him. He heard the seductive whispering in his ear and felt the sweet ecstasy of fangs piercing his flesh.Parker’s face reddened. “You think I wanted to go down to Kurt’s nightclub tonight?” he shouted. “You think I wanted his hands on me? No. You know what he does. Takes over my mind and twists my head around until I’m practically begging for it.” He tossed down a sixth shot. “And while he’s doing it I sure don’t feel you trying to stop him.”That’s bull and you know it.“Shut up.” He poured himself an seventh shot and drained it, which was followed by an eighth. But Jack wasn’t doing the job. The humiliating images of what had happened to him and his wolf in Kurt’s office beneath the vampire’s Last Chance nightclub refused to fade.Parker gripped the shot glass harder. His blood pressure skyrocketed. Rivers of sweat burst from his pores and ran down his face and chest. His wolf’s snarling inside their shared mind swelled into a howl. He started grinding his teeth, a sure sign he was going into a forced morph.“Oh, shrrit!”




About the Author:
Award-winning author Roxanne Bland was born in the shadows of the rubber factory smokestacks in Akron, Ohio but grew up in Washington, D.C. As a child, she spent an inordinate amount of time prowling the museums of the Smithsonian Institution and also spent an inordinate amount of time reading whatever books she could get her hands on, including the dictionary. A self-described “fugitive from reality,” she has always colored outside the lines and in her early years of writing, saw no reason why a story couldn’t be written combining the genres she loved and did so despite being told it wasn’t possible. Today, she writes stories that are hybrids of paranormal urban fantasy, romance, and science fiction. Enamored of Great Danes, she has been owned by several and lives in Maryland with her current owner, Daisy Mae.
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Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the Crow by Jeremiah Franklin #scifi

Dark Tomorrow 2: Cult of the CrowDark Tomorrow Book TwoJeremiah Franklin                                               Genre: Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic                                      Publisher: Month9Books
Date of Publication: November 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-948671-95-8ASIN: B07W4XJSSB
Number of pages: 304
Cover Artist: Danielle Doolittle
Book Description:
Kill or be killed is the new normal for Sawyer, Sara, and the survivors of the deadly virus that has all but annihilated the human race.
With the death of Sara’s father and the disappearance of the strange boy known as Mason, the teens are left reeling, but alongside the enigmatic ex-Marine, Edward, they soon forge an alliance with a collection of young survivors led by the sage and charismatic Kai.
Nevertheless, when their new companions begin to mysteriously disappear, the group is once again thrown into a desperate struggle for survival, where only the most cunning and relentless will prevail.
Ultimately, among whispers of top-secret military bunkers, lost gold, and a shadowy group known as the Cult of the Crow, Sawyer and Sara must face the grim realization that death and betrayal lurks in every corner, and when it comes to the end of the world--nothing is what it seems.
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Excerpt:
Sawyer leveled the shotgun at the nearest set of bushes, but just as he was about to begin the countdown, there was the faintest sound of a gun cocking, and suddenly the thick brush ahead of him erupted in a hail of gunfire. Sawyer had once heard his father say that sometimes in war all you can hope for is to “return fire and pray,” but with bullets flying only inches past his body, there was no time to talk with God. Instead, he dropped to one knee and squeezed the trigger as fast as he could, pumping three rounds of double-zero buckshot into the brush.
He heard a shriek of pain and a low groan as the last round of buckshot tore through the bushes, but there was no time to breathe easy. The boy looked back at the cliff behind him and grit his teeth. There was no question that Sawyer had been born with luck on his side, but even he knew that he could not hope to survive another volley of gunshots at such close range. He could hear movement in the brush, and with only one bad option left on the table, Sawyer emptied the last three rounds from the shotgun into the bushes, swallowed hard, and leapt off the edge of the cliff.
About the Author:
Jeremiah Franklin is a former private investigator, arm-chair survivalist, and author of the Dark Tomorrow trilogy. When he is not creating thrilling post-apocalyptic worlds, or discussing himself in the third person, the author enjoys reading, staying active, and spending time outdoors with family and friends. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, a Master’s Degree in Education, and several other certifications that no one really cares about. He lives, writes, and plays in beautiful central Oregon, USA.
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Meredith Allard's Favorite Fiction Vampires

After a student of mine handed me Twilight, I started reading about vampires for the first time. I had always avoided reading horror fiction since I’m not into scary things, and to me vampires qualified as scary things. In my mind, vampires and horror were one and the same, but Twilight helped me realize that vampires didn’t have to be scary. 
With my new interest in vampires, I began watching True Blood when it was on HBO. 
With Twilight and True Blood on my mind, I was inspired to start writing my own vampire stories, beginning with Her Dear and Loving Husband, Book One of the Loving Husband Trilogy. Then the Loving Husband Trilogy inspired a prequel, Down Salem Way. I’ve enjoyed many of the vampire books I’ve read, so it’s hard to narrow down my list of favorite literary vampires to ten. But I do have a few who stand out from the crowd.
1. James Wentworth from the Loving Husband Trilogy.
Okay, I know it seems a little self-serving to have my own vampire at the top of this list, but James really is my favorite. As a fan said to me, James isn’t dark and moody like so many literary vampires. He’s trying to live as normally as he can despite being 300+ years old. Down Salem Way, the prequel to the Loving Husband Trilogy, gives us a glimpse into his human life during the Salem Witch Trials and before you know who gets a hold of him.
2. Louis from Interview With a Vampire by Anne Rice
There is something about the inherent humanness of Louis that drew my attention from the beginning of this story. As he’s telling his tale in the interview to the young reporter, he’s conflicted about his life as a vampire, and I liked that about him. I liked that he hadn’t given himself over entirely to the animal-like vampire nature. Louis strikes me as reluctant to entirely let go of being human, which is perhaps why he needed to tell his story. I think this is when I first realized that a vampire might have a conscience. It’s probably not a coincidence that my own vampire, James Wentworth, is also conflicted about his vampire nature.
3. Lestat from Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice
I had to give Lestat a nod here. He is certainly a fascinating character in his own right.
4. Dracula from, well, Dracula by Bram Stoker
To be fair, Dracula himself is a meanie so in that respect I don’t like him all that much. But he’s so smooth, so suave, so enigmatic, and the way he sneaks around to accomplish his dastardly deeds is rather entrancing, to me and to the characters who share their blood (willingly or not) with the aristocratic vampire. I also loved Stoker’s storytelling, the way he tells the tale using newspaper clippings and diary entries. You can see how that influenced the Loving Husband Trilogy and Down Salem Way because I also used fictional primary sources to tell the tales.
5. Bill from True Blood and the Sookie Stackhouse novels
My Loving Husband Trilogy exists because of Bill (or Stephen Moyer, the actor who plays him, whichever comes first). There’s an episode early in the first season of True Blood (I think it’s episode four but don’t quote me) where vampire Bill is giving a talk at Sookie’s grandmother’s church. Someone shows Bill a picture of his family from his human days before the American Civil War, and Bill becomes so emotional at the remembrance of them. That scene inspired Her Dear & Loving Husband. Here’s this vampire who has everything humans only dream of—extraordinary strength, immortal life—and yet he becomes so emotional at the sight of the ones he loved as a human. I read Dead Until Dark, the first of the Sookie Stackhouse books, and I enjoyed it. Dead Until Dark is a quick, fun read told from Sookie’s point of view. If you were a fan of the show you should read the books.
6. Edward from Twilight
I’m compelled to give Edward a nod because if I hadn’t read the Twilight books I wouldn’t have given vampires a second thought. Twilight was the catalyst for my interest in vampires, which led me to write the Loving Husband Trilogy. It’s fair to say that without Edward, James Wentworth wouldn’t exist, the thought of which makes me very sad indeed. So thank you, Edward.
7. Matthew from A Discovery of Witches
I love the witch aspect of A Discovery of Witches, and the fact that Matthew’s love interest, Diana, is related to Bridget Bishop, one of those accused and hanged for witchcraft in Salem in 1692. Of course, the Salem Witch Trials play a huge role in Her Dear and Loving Husband and an even bigger role in the prequel, Down Salem Way. I thought it was an interesting twist that Bridget is a real witch in A Discovery of Witches. I loved reading this novel because I could see elements of the Loving Husband Trilogy in it, from the women’s connections to the Salem Witch Trials, to vampire professors, to spending a lot of time in a university library, to two unlikely beings falling in love despite the challenges. I’m glad I didn’t read this until after I wrote Her Dear & Loving Husband or else I would have worried about where I got my ideas from.
8. Carmilla from Carmilla
Not many people are familiar with Sheridan Le Fanu’s gothic novel from 1897 about a lesbian vampire who preys on young women, but it’s a great example of late-Victorian vampire literature. I’ve heard there’s a film version of Carmilla out there somewhere, but I haven’t seen it yet. 
9. Joshua York from Fevre Dream
I bet you didn’t know that George R. R. Martin wrote a vampire thriller in 1982 called Fevre Dream. It’s set in a steamboat the Mississippi River and it’s a great read for Martin’s fans.
10.  Amy Harper Bellafonte from The Passage
The Passage by Justin Cronin is one of my all-time favorite vampire books because it’s so different than the others. There’s a virus on the loose that gives its victims immortality—and bloodlust. Amy has the virus but she’s not after blood like the other vampires, which makes me like her very much.
Down Salem WayPrequel to Loving Husband TrilogyMeredith Allard                                                                        Genre: historical/paranormal/sweet romance                       Publisher: Copperfield Press
Date of Publication: 6/25/2019
ISBN: paperback 978-0578500645
ASIN: B07QPBFYRP
Number of pages: 336 Word Count: 93,000
Cover Artist: LFD Designs
Book Description:
How would you deal with the madness of the Salem witch hunts?
In 1690, James Wentworth arrives in Salem in the Massachusetts Bay Colony with his father, John, hoping to continue the success of John’s mercantile business. While in Salem, James falls in love with Elizabeth Jones, a farmer’s daughter. Though they are virtually strangers when they marry, the love between James and Elizabeth grows quickly into a passion that will transcend time.
But something evil lurks down Salem way. Soon many in Salem, town and village, are accused of practicing witchcraft and sending their shapes to harm others. Despite the madness surrounding them, James and Elizabeth are determined to continue the peaceful, loving life they have created together. Will their love for one another carry them through the most difficult challenge of all?
Down Salem Way is the long-awaited prequel to the bestselling paranormal historical Loving Husband Trilogy.
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Excerpt:
“Would you like a lesson?” I asked. “Aye,” Lizzie said. “Thank you.”            Lizzie has progressed well in her reading. And quickly too. I believe our nightly lessons help bond us more quickly than we might have otherwise since our readings prompt long discussions where we learn much about each other. After we read the rest of the passage together, I did the impossible: I cajoled my wife into reading aloud on her own. “No one has such a lovely voice as you,” I said. Lizzie laughed. “You think your sweet tongue will persuade me to read alone? When you are such a learned man?” She turned away, her cheeks flushed. “But you know how I love listening to you speak. Tis like hearing a serenata by Alessandro Stradella.”“Who?”I reached for our favorite volume of poetry. “Tis time, Lizzie. Read to me.”Lizzie turned the book in her hands, over and over. Finally, she nodded. She tentatively opened the book. “What would you like to hear?” “You know.”Lizzie’s smile rivals the brightest sunshine. She opened to the page, exhaled, and read, haltingly, with pauses, some from a struggle to sound out or recall the words, some from embarrassment that she read alone. After the first two lines, her voice grew in confidence. If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me, ye women, if you can.I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,Or all the riches that the East doth hold.My love is such that rivers cannot quench,Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.Thy love is such I can no way repay;The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,That when we live no more, we may live ever.Lizzie closed the book. “Tis true, you know.” “What is?” I asked.“This poem, To My Dear and Loving Husband. Tis as though everything I feel for you has been written here, by this woman, a magistrate’s wife I’ll never meet. You are…” Lizzie blushed, hot along her jaw. I touched her cheek and lifted her head so I could see into her eyes. “If ever man were loved by wife, then thee. That is how…” “Tis all right, Lizzie. You can tell me anything.”“That is how I feel about you. You are my dear and loving husband, James Wentworth.” I knelt before Lizzie, pressing her hand to my lips. “I knew the moment I saw you over the supper table that you were the one for me. I cannot imagine waking up every morning for the rest of my life without looking into your beautiful eyes. I cannot imagine walking through this world without knowing that you were here waiting for me. I cannot imagine having the strength to breathe without you. You are my dear and loving wife, Elizabeth Wentworth. And I love you. I shall never leave you. Ever.”            I swept my wife into my arms and carried her away.


About the Author:             Meredith Allard is the author of the bestselling paranormal historical love story The Loving Husband Trilogy and the sweet Victorian romance When It Rained at Hembry Castle, named a best historical novel of 2016 by IndieReader. Meredith's latest release is Down Salem Way, the long-awaited prequel to The Loving Husband Trilogy set around the Salem witch hunts. She lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.
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Release Day Blitz Keeping Christmas by Shanna Hatfield

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Keeping ChristmasRodeo Romance SeriesBook SevenShanna Hatfield                   Genre: Contemporary Romance / Western / Sweet Romance
Publisher: Shanna Hatfield
Date of Publication: November 7, 2019
ASIN: B07WSRSGQZ
Number of pages: 270Word Count: 104,000
Cover Artist: Shanna Hatfield
A promise made is a promise he’ll keepEven if it costs him the woman he loves. . .
Book Description:
Professional bareback rider Gage Taggart can almost taste the world championship title he’s spent all year pursuing. When an unexpected injury sidelines him, he heads to his best friend Trevor’s home to recuperate.
Little by little, he finds himself completely smitten with Trevor’s beautiful sister. But he’s up against a formidable opponent: brotherly concern. Reluctantly, Gage vows to leave Tally alone to keep from breaking her heart when he heads back out on the road.
Tally King thrives on her work as a nurse, until she ends up caring for her injured brother and his best friend on the family ranch. Between the two stubborn men determined to prove how tough they and the unpredictable antics of her loony aunt Marvella, Tally feels like her life is spiraling out of control. Or maybe it’s due to falling head over heels in love with Gage despite concerns he’ll leave her heart in broken pieces.

An uplifting, sweet romance full of humor and hope, Keeping Christmas follows an unlikely couple as they discover the magic of Christmas and the wonder of true love.
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Excerpt: There was no way on earth or beyond she was going behind the chutes. The last time she’d done that had cured her on rodeos and rodeo cowboys for life. She had no intention of repeating the experience. The very thought of going back there left her thoroughly disturbed.She sent a text to Gage, telling him to meet her near the ticket booth. It was only after she hit send that she realized she should have mentioned she was the one there, not Trevor.Gage would figure it out soon enough, she supposed.She leaned against the corner of the ticket booth, out of the way, and watched the faces of those coming and going. Through the crowd, she caught a glimpse of a face that looked familiar as a cowboy jogged her way.Tally sucked in a gulp of air, unprepared for how much Gage had changed since she’d last seen him in person. The boy she’d had a crush on had morphed into a very handsome man. His dark brown hair was shorter, his shoulders broader, his body a finely-tuned machine of muscle. She noticed a scar on his right cheek that hadn’t been there before, yet it only added to his rugged appeal.But his eyes were the same magnificent shade of blue, and his lips still appeared incredibly kissable. When he looked at a little girl wearing a pink tutu over her denim overalls, his grin kicked up the left side of his mouth just as she remembered.He didn’t appear to have gotten taller than his already six-foot height, but he looked stronger and more capable than he had all those years ago.Tally noticed several women eyeing him as he made his way through the crowd. He didn’t even seem to notice them as he scanned the faces, no doubt searching for her brother. She stepped away from the ticket booth and headed toward him.She tried to catch his eye, but he looked right past her, as though she didn’t exist. Not that it surprised her. Guys like Gage weren’t interested in girls like her — girls who would never be mistaken for a model, had brains in their heads, and held to an unyielding set of morals.Nope. There was nothing about her that would be of the slightest interest to a cowboy like Gage.Tally waited until she was standing directly behind him to tap him on the shoulder.“Gage Taggart,” she said in a voice she used to subdue unruly patients. He jerked and turned around to stare at her.She could see him struggling to pull her identity from his memories. Insulted he hadn’t yet figured out who she was, someone jostled into her and she bumped against Gage. Something electric and completely unexpected arced between the two of them. Tally wanted no part of whatever it was and moved back.Eager to get the torturous errand over with, she held the gear bag out to him. “Trevor sent me with this.”“Where’s Trev?” Gage asked, taking the bag and looking around like her brother might suddenly materialize. “Who was I texting a minute ago if it wasn’t him?”“That would be me. I’m sure you don’t remember, but I’m Trevor’s sister.”“Tally? You’re little Tally?” He held his hand down near his waist, indicating the height he thought she should be.She nodded and Gage broke into a wide grin.“You were always such a cute kid with those big gray eyes, sturdy little legs, and chubby cheeks.” He reached out and playfully pinched her cheek. “You haven’t changed a bit. Aren’t you like, fifteen, maybe sixteen?”
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Her Majesty’s Fury by Stephanie Mirro

Her Majesty’s Fury
Immortal Relics
Book 2         
Stephanie Mirro


Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Tannhauser Press
Date of Publication: Oct. 24, 2019
ISBN: 978-1945994487ASIN: B07YJ6RNFZ
Number of pages: 311Word Count: 74060
Cover Artist: TS95Studios
Book Description:
When you're working with the Roman god of chaos, things can always get worse.
Bacchae, the supernatural creatures that spawned vampire lore, are real. For the last several thousand years, they’ve kept to the shadows. UNTIL NOW.
When the worst and most powerful of the Bacchae murders someone she loves, graduate student Serafina Finch, now aided by the ancient god Bacchus, sets out on a journey in search of new allies. They must act quickly before Danae, the Bacchae witch claiming to be Queen, figures out a way to restore the Bacchae to their full powers.
Sera is hellbent on killing Danae before she devastates the mortal world, and it becomes a race against time when the queen reveals her own dark alliances. Sera thinks things can’t get any worse, but when you're working with the Roman god of chaos, things can always get worse.
“Bacchus created us in his image—chaos. And chaos is what we will give them.”
HER MAJESTY'S FURY is the second book in the Immortal Relics series, a New Adult Urban Fantasy adventure. Fans of Deborah Harkness, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Roman mythology will love this blend of magic, mayhem, and wry humor.
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Someone must have tied an anvil around Sera’s heart and dropped it into the deepest part of the deepest ocean. Or was it tossed into a fast-flowing river? Was her heart stopping or beating too fast? She couldn’t tell, but either way, she was drowning.A bright red glow filled her mind, encasing her entire being in love, driving out the pain. Her heart, which had been beating its way out of her chest, slowed to its usual rhythm, her breath returning to normal.Sera opened her eyes to find Nora’s face directly in front of her, her friend’s hands gripping Sera’s shoulders and shaking her lightly.“Jesus, girl!” Nora breathed a sigh of relief.“I’m sorry I just needed a moment.”“A moment?” Dropping her arms, Nora sat back on her heels from her kneeling position in front of Sera’s chair. “It’s been like five minutes. Okay, maybe just one, but you weren’t responding. At all.”Sera rubbed her face with her hands, trying to clear her thoughts. “Did Theo say anything else? Where? How?”“Just that he’d swing by before classes tomorrow to fill us in and prepare us,” Nora said.“Prepare us?” She tensed. She already knew how they were killed. Maybe he was going to update the others, rightly assuming she hadn’t told them all the details yet. And probably couldn’t. Not yet, anyway. But where were they found? Did anything else happen to them? She swallowed the bile rising in her throat.“That’s all he said.”                                 “You girls need to get some rest. Eleanor, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like,” Renee said.Nora’s curls bounced as she got to her feet. “You know I appreciate the offer, but there’s nothing like sleeping in my own bed again after a few nights away. I’ll be back around seven.”As Nora leaned down to hug her, Sera breathed in her familiar oatmeal scent, courtesy of her ridiculously expensive shower gel. She would definitely sacrifice herself before letting the Bacchae get their hands on her best friend. Not even Bacchus could stop her wrath if they tried.A feeling of mirth drifted through her mind.Once Nora left, Sera headed upstairs to the guest room that had become her new home. The room was just large enough to hold a full-sized bed and side table adorned with a vase holding a few white snowdrops. Once she turned off the light, the room would be enveloped in complete darkness due to the lack of a window. She welcomed the dark and sleep right about now, if only to cease her chaotic thoughts.She knew Renee didn’t mind her staying there, but Sera hoped it was only temporary like she kept saying it was. Someday, she’d like her life to return to normal. Whatever her new normal would be, anyway.
But first, she had a Bacchae witch to take down.

About the Author:
Stephanie Mirro's lifelong love of ancient mythology led to majoring in the Classics in college, which wasn't quite as much fun as writing her own mythology stories as she did as a child. But that education, combined with an overactive imagination and being an avid fantasy reader, resulted in a writing career.
Starting her days with coffee and ending them with wine means Stephanie can usually be found juggling household chores, keeping the kids alive, and trying to write, edit, publish, and market the stories that haunt her dreams.
Born and raised in Southern Arizona, Stephanie now resides in Northern Virginia with her husband, two kids, and two furbabies. This thing called “seasons” is still magical.
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Book Review - Vampires of Lore: Traits and Modern Misconceptions by A.P. Sylvia

Vampires of Lore: Traits and Modern Misconceptions by A.P. Sylvia

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I collect vampire books so when I was offered the option to review this one I jumped at the chance.

Vampires of Lore: Traits and Modern Misconceptions is a well researched book full of all the old folklore, myths and legends associated with vampires including all the traits that have been accredited to vampires in movies, television, and books.

Vampires of Lore discusses the differences and similarities between modern vampire tales and the original legends. Highly engrossing. It's fun to see where the tales originated and how they've evolved. Even I learned a few new things and I've been reading about vampires for decades.

If you're a vampire fan this one is a must read.

If you are an author that writes about vampires this is a good book to have in your reference section. It's getting a permanent spot on my vampire shelf.

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Rewind Tour- Dark Tomorrow: Rise of the Crow Playlist

Dark Tomorrow Spotify Playlist 
Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Lose Yourself by Eminem
Los Angeles is Burning by Bad Religion
Soldier Side by System of a Down
Hells Bells by ACDC
Blackened by Metallica
When the Levee Breaks by Led Zeppelin
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Peaceful Day by Pennywise
The End by the Doors



Dark Tomorrow: Rise of the CrowDark TomorrowBook One     Jeremiah Franklin           Genre: Science Fiction/Post-apocalyptic
Publisher: Month9Books
Date of Publication: September 18, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-948671-05-7ASIN: B07FYWCKCY
Number of pages: 306
Cover Artist: Danielle Doolittle
Tagline: The only thing deadlier than the virus decimating everything in its path is the love he feels for her.
Book Description:            
When a deadly virus decimates the majority of Earth's population, 16-year-old Sawyer Bradshaw finds he is both immune and alone in a world that has descended into violent chaos. Armed with only his estranged father's shotgun, and an unrelenting desire to stay alive, Sawyer discovers that he not only has an uncanny knack for cheating death, but also for taking lives.
Still, it is not long before he meets his match in a fierce and cunning teenage girl named Sara and by her side Sawyer emerges as more than just a natural-born killer, but also as a leader among men.
Nevertheless, as quick as the young survivors fall desperately in love, they find themselves caught up in a series of conspiracies and twisted struggles for power, and they soon realize that more often than not, love, betrayal, and death, tend to walk hand in hand.
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Excerpt: The truth was that the fall of humankind had been nothing like the boy had been told it would be, and in some peculiar yet uniquely teenage way, he felt as if he had been cheated. His generation had been conditioned from birth to expect the spectacular, to always presume the fantastic, but Armageddon had not come with a brilliant flash or the blockbuster finale. The machines had not taken over. There had been no zombie outbreak, no hostile alien invasion. There had been no global thermonuclear war, no doomsday meteor, no Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. In reality, the final days had been nothing like Hollywood had promised him they would be, and as the boy looked over the burned-out homes and the piles of garbage that would hopefully contain his next meal, he knew firsthand that the end of the world had been anything but spectacular.
About the Author:
Jeremiah Franklin is a former private investigator, arm-chair survivalist, and author of the Dark Tomorrow trilogy. When he is not creating thrilling post-apocalyptic worlds, or discussing himself in the third person, the author enjoys reading, staying active, and spending time outdoors with family and friends. He holds a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, a Master’s Degree in Education, and several other certifications that no one really cares about. He lives, writes, and plays in beautiful central Oregon, USA.
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The Famished Trilogy Box Set by Annie Walls #postapocalyptic

The Famished Trilogy Box SetAnnie Walls

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic


Publisher: Annie Walls
Date of Publication: October 1, 2019Number of pages: 942
Word Count: 314,000
Formats available: All
Cover Artist: Annie Walls
After surviving four years alone, Kansas Moore ventures from her refuge to uncover mankind resumes without her. Upon encountering Rudy Hawthorne, she plunges into a new world deep with secrecy, deception, and manipulation.
Kansas struggles to preserve her humanity from distorting and fading like that of society around her. Not only does she fight the undead, she battles for the resistance. Answers prove dangerous to seek as everything is not what it seems.As Kan accepts comforts in new friendships and love, she soon realizes civilization isn’t the only thing worth fighting for.
In an exhilarating plot thick with twists and turns, The Famished Trilogy propels you through a unique journey that’s emotional as much as it is gripping. Nothing will prepare you for the ride.
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Taking on the DeadThe Famished TrilogyBook One                            Annie Walls
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic
Publisher: Annie Walls
Date of Publication: Sept. 2012
ISBN: ISBN-10: 1478276258ISBN-13: 978-1478276258
ASIN: B009EB4YDU
Number of pages: 310Word Count: 107,000
Cover Artist: Stephanie Mooney
Book Description:
Life for Kansas was perfect until the day the world changed. She has been hiding out for four years in solitude. It’s the only way to survive. The only way not to draw zombies. Helping a small group of people, she learns the new world might not be what she assumes.
Venturing out of her refuge and comfort zone, she meets Rudy, who helps her find a greater purpose. She realizes the world has moved on without her. Only it’s not what she expects. Her knowledge of the living dead grows and only makes her more curious as humanity continues to hang on by a thread.
While on her search for answers she finds comfort in new friendships and love, but her past seems as if it will haunt her forever. Kansas takes it upon herself to help other survivors, which would be easy if the famished were the only obstacles. In a post apocalyptic romance trilogy plot thick with twists and turns, this adult dark fantasy is emotional as much as it is horrifyingly gripping.
*Not intended for a young audience. Mature content.*

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Taking on the Dead, The Famished Trilogy Book One Excerpt
Some people say you can’t change overnight. I’m sure this is true, most of the time. In my case, I changed within seconds, never to be the same. Within those seconds, most people in the world changed, just not in the way I did.
I’ll never forget my first zombie. Malachi and I wandered the small carnival as the sun set. The glowing lights of the spinning rides replaced the fading sunlight, and the smell of funnel cake wafted in the air. I could still feel Malachi on my skin. It wasn’t surprising since we had a spontaneous tryst in the parking lot. At twenty, we had our whole lives ahead of us.
I remember grabbing his hand, my mind still with him in his car. Radiating affection, he looked at me, our shared secret reflected in his big, brown eyes, his messy brown hair glinting auburn from the sparkling lights all around. He dressed like he always did, wearing whatever was comfortable—a yellow Nashville Predators t-shirt and denim shorts. All his life, he played hockey, from peewee to amateur. He loved the game and continued to play as an adult.
Thrilling sounds of the carnival carried on the wind. I complained about how much we paid for the all-you-can-ride bracelets. There were only a few rides to enjoy, but the carnival charged too much. Some people paid an arm and a leg. The carnival was overflowing with people scurrying about the massive Ferris wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl. Children laughed and chased each other with innocent, painted faces—dancing, and skipping along with the fair music.
Malachi struck a beeline to a cotton candy booth. After the purchase, he stuffed a big piece of pink fluff in my mouth. I can still taste the sticky sweetness melting on my tongue. Although he did it provocatively, it wasn’t until later I grasped his motivation, which was to keep me from complaining. He was subtle that way.
Sometime later, we got off the Ferris wheel, both heated, clinging to each other and ready for another tryst, when we went off the beaten path to use the foul port-a-potties.
When I think about it now, I know the outbreak began early in the day. We had passed several wrecks, heard many helicopters and sirens and saw a few zombies, but we were too wrapped up in ourselves to notice. I blame it on being in love, but I swear if I saw a person walking down the street covered in blood or eating someone, I would’ve paid attention. Maybe.
We did when we saw a zombie attacking a frizzy, red-haired woman next to an old, rusted bike rack.
Only, we didn’t know it was a zombie. The woman’s shrill screams were like something from a horror flick. My blood curdled when a man bit into the woman’s forearm. Blood leaked down her arm and dress. Her shriek pierced my soul.
Malachi pushed the man off, trying to be a hero.
“Kansas, call 911,” he screamed, whirling to help the woman. I trembled, pulling out my cell phone and dialing, only to hear a busy signal.
When the man regained his stature, I caught sight of him. He looked crazed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the front of his thigh gone. Muscle tissue hung from the stark white bone. Blood covered his face, neck, and clothing—some kind of uniform—USPS which was weird and out of place on a Sunday. His stare drifted to Malachi. A ferocious growl came from his mouth before it clamped onto Malachi’s shoulder. Malachi’s face twisted in pain, but he still hit the jaw of the man, loosening the grip of the bite. Blood dripped down Malachi’s arm, dropping from his fingers onto the concrete. I swear I could hear the little splatters.
A scream erupted from my throat, freezing me to the spot. My trembles changed to full-on shakes while Malachi grappled with the mailman who, in my mind, had obviously eaten bath salts. The shouts from the carnival no longer sounded like amusement park screams. I saw a kid, no older than eleven or twelve, limping toward me. His dirty blond hair dangled in front of his eyes. One of his feet bent awkwardly. Blood disguised his face, neck, shirt, and hands from being recognized as human.
Something serious was going down. Malachi was still fighting off the hyped-up mailman. I was in some kind of shock but told myself to get a grip.
My insides hardened as time slowed and narrowed my idealistic world into a vast tunnel. I clenched my fists to keep them from shak‐ ing. That’s when I saw the bell. Over the bushes in the next section of the park, the “High Striker” game—the one with the hammer to strike and ring the bell—was lit with the colors of the rainbow, flashing trails up and down the length of the game. I ran straight through the bushes to find the game deserted. Plush bunnies still waited to go home with a lucky ringer. I found what I wanted—the sledgehammer.
The bushes scratched against my legs as I jumped through them to find more crazy people closing in on Malachi. Ice seemed to spread through me.
“Malachi! We have to go. Now,” I yelled, surprised to hear my voice clear and composed. He looked pale.
Gripping the sledgehammer like a baseball bat, I hit the mailman in the head. Malachi grunted as he kicked and shoved more people out of his way.
I bashed as many as I could. Most went still twitching and moaning. The mailman crawled toward us, his head bent at an odd angle. My stomach convulsed, but I swallowed the extra saliva as I slung the hammer to finish the job. His head split wide open, spilling things onto the sidewalk that should never be seen.
I glanced at Malachi to find him looking at me as if he didn’t know me. With my free hand, I grabbed him and we ran. I tripped on my cute wedge sandals, cursing myself for being vain enough to wear them. He helped me up, and we continued running around game booths. I clung to the sledgehammer like a lifeline, taking in the horrid sights before us.
A child ripped into water bags in a booth, devouring the little fish inside, all the while the man running the booth feasted on another person. The taste of sweet acidic bile came into my throat. The carnival had become a scene of macabre lights, blood, and screams. People were getting attacked and eaten alive all around us. Kids with face paint eating their parents. The parents screaming for help. Panic filling their brains when they noticed it wasn’t just them, unable to comprehend what was happening, as if they would wake from this nightmare. Fear dawned in their eyes as they realized they wouldn’t wake. This was real.
I stopped to help a woman and her baby, only to see her tearing into its tiny body. Gore splattered the baby’s stroller. When its little cries ceased, the lady looked up with baby bits stuck to her nose and chin. Malachi grabbed me, spun me away to protect me from the unbelievable scene, but it was too late. The lights blurred with the tears filling my eyes, only to stain my cheeks as we ran. The carnival music seemed to slow to a drone and skip beats.
Malachi never made it home.
Yes, you can change overnight. In seconds, and no, you never forget your first zombie. Mine wore a USPS uniform. He killed Malachi.
No, I killed Malachi.
Controlling the DeadThe Famished TrilogyBook Two           Annie Walls
Genre: post-apocalyptic
Publisher: Annie Walls
Date of Publication: November 2014
ISBN: ISBN-10: 149361472XISBN-13: 978-1493614721ASIN: B00G8JB1FU
Number of pages: 280Word Count: 95,000                              Cover Artist: Annie Walls
Book Description:
With the help of her new companions, the path Kansas follows leads to more knowledge of the ever adapting famished.
The team finds help in unlikely places, meeting more survivors, and discovers the possibility of a new beginning.
When the team experiences a devastating loss, Kansas struggles to keep her humanity from fading and distorting like that of the surviving society around her. It begins with knowing who to trust and who to leave behind. First, she must trust herself – she won't make the same mistakes twice.
As the answers to her questions are revealed, Kansas begins to understand the knowledge comes with a heavy price and great responsibility of controlling the dead.
In a trilogy plot thick with twists and turns, this adult dark fantasy is as emotional as it is horrifyingly gripping.
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Living with the DeadThe Famished TrilogyBook ThreeAnnie Walls                             Genre: post apocalyptic
Publisher: Annie Walls
Date of Publication: July 20, 2019
ISBN: ISBN-10: 1085805409ISBN-13: 978-1085805407ASIN: B07VGZ1L76
Number of pages: 370Word Count: 112,000
Cover Artist: Annie Walls
Book Description:
For five years, life is strenuous for Kansas Moore as she travels with her team and saves more people from the clutches of the revolutionists. On the downtime, they construct and enlist for their own cause.
When the general assigns her to search for Mago, she turns to the team and what they find overturns everything they've learned so far.
In this dramatic conclusion of The Famished Trilogy, things are not what they seem and comfortable living is far from reach.
This book contains graphic violence, intense language, sexual situations, drug use, and is intended for a mature audience.
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Annie Walls is an author of dark and urban fantasy. She resides on the Tennessee countryside with her husband, son, and bulldog. Far, far away from society. She’s a romantic and misanthropist. When she is not writing, she is reading.
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Character Interview - I am Jade by Victoria Danes #UF #PNR

Character Interview with Jade
Jade, do you have a nickname? If so, what is it? 

The only nickname I have is “duchess” and only Stephan calls me that. Only Stephan is allowed to call to me that. 

Do you have a pet name/nickname for Adrian? 

Nope. 

Can you tell us more about your powers as a touch clairvoyant? How it works, how do you contain it? 

It’s kind of hard to describe how it works. At first, I feel…tipsy, dizzy…like everything and everyone in the universe is spinning. And then I start to feel hot all over and a little nauseous. Then these fuzzy images appear that become clearer and clearer until I start to feel and see everything that person saw and felt. It can get intense. Most of the time I can contain it fine. I’ve mastered that,  but there have been instances when I’ve been overwhelmed and it just kind of…got away from me. 

Are you ever overwhelmed by cases that you feel the need to drop them?

Sometimes, but I never give up a case, no matter how difficult it is or how uncomfortable it can make me. 

Are you a pessimist or an optimist? 

I’m a realist. 

Do you have any tattoos? 

Not yet. 

What is your favorite thing to do when you are not chasing bad guys or solving cases? 

I like to read, watch movies, and box. I try to make time for myself so I don’t completely lose myself in the chaos.

What is your biggest secret? 

If I tell you that it won’t be much of a secret anymore, will it? (winks) 

If you can change one thing from your past, what would it be? 

I would stop my father from leaving. 

Do you have any annoying habits?

I crack my knuckles a lot. I don’t know if that annoys anyone, but I do it often. 

What is your most embarrassing childhood memory? 

Once, in the fourth grade, during a play, we were all sitting down on stage singing a song. I was wearing a knee length skirt and we got up to walk off, the heel of my sandal got caught on the skirt and pulled it all the way down when I stood up. Everyone started laughing when they saw my undies. It was terrible.  


I am Jade The Jade Sinclair Series Book OneVictoria Danes
Genre: urban fantasy/paranormal romance
Date of Publication: December 17th 2017
ISBN: 9781976809347ASIN: B0784753DJ
Number of pages: 199Word Count: 52k
Formats available: mobi, epub, pdf
Cover Artist: Donna Gambel
Tagline: No one’s secret is safe…
Book Description:
Misery loves company…and monsters. 
Secrets have always been a touch away for clairvoyant Jade Sinclair. On a good day, she can read into people’s souls and uncover buried truths long forgotten. To help find three missing teens, Jade uses her gift to assist the local PD in locating them, but soon realizes this is one case she should have turned down because in Misery, Pennsylvania, the monsters that used to lurk in the shadows have now come out to play..
For police officer and werewolf, Adrian Kincaid, life has become a tedious routine. But when he’s called to the scene of an accident, he finds himself consumed with the urge to save the unknown female victim. Jade. With seconds ticking by and her life slipping, he does the one thing he’d sworn to never do, bite her, awakening something dark and hungry inside her that could threaten not only the investigation, but everything Jade thought she knew about herself. Can she silence the cravings inside her and bring the teens home before it’s too late? Or will she become the kind of monster she’s searching for?
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As I walked in, Celeste had Cross hypnotized against the bathroom wall. He looked to be enjoying himself until he locked eyes with me.“Hello, handsome,” I said walking toward him. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked through bared teeth. Celeste swiftly knocked out his feet from under him, dropping him to the floor, and I quickly straddled him so he couldn’t move. His dark eyes widened with surprise. My strength had a way of catching people off guard. “Oh, I’ve been called lots of things,” I answered with a smile as I pulled out my gun. “But tonight, my tits will be the last pair you see if you don’t talk to me. Now…let’s play a little game.” I suggested. The crease between his brows deepened. “You got the wrong guy, lady. If you want to get laid you’re going about it all wrong.”“Tsk. Tsk.” I clicked my tongue. “Wrong response, lover.”His fear caused my skin to tingle. It was a strange yet enjoyable feeling. I wasn’t a sadist, but tonight I felt all kinds of wrong. “Boss, you got this?” Celeste asked from the corner of the room. She never liked this part of my work. “I’m good,” I said. “You can go and tell them to give me ten minutes.”She nodded and headed out of the restroom. Once she was gone, and I was alone with Cross, I leaned down just above his mouth. “Let’s play.” I proposed. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but I’m telling you, you got the wrong guy.” He squirmed.“I don’t think so but nice try.”                                     “Get the fuck off me, lady!”When he struggled beneath me, I knocked him back down – hard. His breath left in a gush. Something told me Carlisle Cross was a lover, not a fighter. I think he realized that I was much stronger than he anticipated. “I don’t think you want to piss me off. It’s been kind of a rough night,” I said.“You don’t say,” he grunted. “Truth or dare?” I asked. “What?”“Truth…or…dare?” I asked again slowly. “Look, I don’t know what sick fucking game you’re playing, but I’m not into it.”“You’re pretty brave to test me,” I said touching the gun to his cheek. His heart pulsated against my palm.“Truth. Three girls have gone missing, all in the same week, all last seen with you. Yes?”He didn’t answer. I elbowed him in the ribs and he cried out. “Yes?” I asked again.“Yes, yes…” he admitted quickly. “Now.” I took off the safety on the gun. “I dare you to deny knowing where they are.”His eyes grew impossibly large. “Wait…wait…” He studied my face and then recognition sparked in his eyes. “Hey, I know you. You’re the lady from the paper. You’re that 3D chick. That’s it!” He grinned. “You work with the cops. You can’t shoot me,” he stated matter-of-fact. “Oh, can’t I?” I taunted. “Are you sure?”He didn’t answer. He had me though. I couldn’t shoot him.I pulled up my gun and clicked the safety back on. “You’re right.” I pouted, putting my gun back in my waistband. “I can’t shoot you. But if you read the paper, then you know what I am, don’t you?” I smiled through my red lips. “A freak?” he solicited. “Maybe.” I laughed dryly. “But a freak that can choose to be predator or prey. Guess which one I chose to be tonight?” I whispered. The power I contained inside me slowly crawled into him like rushing spiders and invaded his perverted mind like a parasite.He screamed and begged me to stop. I knew his head was feeling like it would explode. I let that ride out before I attacked him with the crippling fear I’ve harbored from previous kidnapped victims. When I had enough fun, I picked his mind for the information I wanted. I saw him chat with these young ladies online and over the phone. I watched him charm them one by one and make false promises to each of them, but when I was about to extract the information I needed, something or someone cast me out. My head felt like it had been split open. Breathless, I tried to stand as police swarmed the room. Faust made his way to me but didn’t dare touch me. He knew better. I didn’t like to be touched.

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Victoria Danes was born in Transylvania, but grew up in the United States. She currently resides in Pennsylvania with her husband and three children. Books have been her passion ever since she was a little girl. She loves everything from mysteries and thrillers, but holds a special place in her heart for historical romance. She prefers reading and writing to watching television "because our imagination can be much more entertaining."
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