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Free Book Blitz Boy Meets Witch by G.A. Rael

Boy Meets Witch The White Cat Chronicles Book 1G.A. Rael
Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy
Date of Publication: 11/17/16
ASIN: B01M2URFOK
Number of pages: 186Word Count: 70,000
Book Description:
“Are you an angel?" Harper asked, pleading internally for the answer to be no.
The tall, white-haired man gave a low chuckle. "Not quite. What I am isn't nearly as important as who you are--and what I can do for you."
Harper Adams is a witch on the run--from her past as a faith healer turned accidental arsonist, and from the power she's kept locked away her whole life. She thinks she's finally found a place she can settle down and call home in the picturesque town of Cold Creek, Vermont, but a mysterious white cat who may or may not be bent on taking the curvaceous witch's soul has other plans.
Harper's compassion soon gets the best of her and earns her an unwanted reputation as the town miracle worker as well as the ire of sexy veterinarian and militant atheist, Darren St. Clair. Cold Creek's residents have a few supernatural secrets of their own, and Harper will have to face the destiny that led her to the last place a witch in hiding needs to be--that is, if Darren doesn't have her chased out of town with a pitchfork-wielding mob before she gets the chance.
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Excerpt:
Without a word, the strange man stepped closer. His silken hair was too perfectly white to be a natural color, yet there wasn't a trace of darkness at his roots. On closer inspection, Harper was horrified to realize that his eyes weren't just the color of a cat's but the shape, too. She tried to tell herself they were just theatrical contacts, but they shrunk so realistically as he stepped underneath the light that she began to doubt the only reasonable explanation."S-stay back," she stammered, finding her voice once he was too close to dismiss as an illusion.To her amazement, he halted in his steady approach."I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a surprisingly gentle voice for someone so imposing. The contrast was so unsettling it made her shiver. His statuesque body and almost feminine facial features reminded her too much of the awful weeping angel statues in her church's graveyard. Harper had always feared them as a child and now it seemed that one had come to life. The intruder was even beautiful in the same ethereal, almost grotesque way the statues were. "After all," he continued in that melodic voice, "you did save my life."Harper stared at him in bewilderment. The words of a madman rarely made sense, she supposed. "I don't even know you.""Maybe not, but I know you, Harper--or should I say, Alyssa? I've been watching over you for some time."She tried to swallow but the coffee had left her mouth dry. "How do you know that name?"His stone lips curved into a slight smile. "I know everything about you. For instance, I know your father's name is Byron Hurlow and he's the preacher at the Rockport Trinity Tabernacle in Little Rock, Arkansas. I know you've been running for a little over two years now, and I know that you fear angels more than anything except maybe hurting the ones you love." His cat eyes narrowed and his voice lowered to a knowing tone as he said, "I also know about the fire."Harper took a step back only to trip into a stack of boxes behind her. Before she could save herself, the man caught her and rested his hands on her shoulders, keeping a slight distance between them. She marveled at the bizarre display of propriety in the midst of such threatening behavior, but she didn't complain. His skin was surprisingly warm."Be careful," he murmured. "You always were a klutz."He said it so casually, as if they were old friends. "Who are you?" she asked shakily. "How could you possibly know about the --""The fire?" he offered. "Like I said, I've been watching you for a very long time.""Are you an angel?" Harper asked, pleading internally for the answer to be no.The tall, white-haired man gave a low chuckle. "Not quite. What I am isn't nearly as important as who you are--and what I can do for you.""You could start by putting on some clothes."

About the Author:
G.A. Rael is a practicing witch and author of paranormal romance and mysteries. She's had a lifelong love affair with all things that go bump in the night, and it's her firm belief that monsters deserve their happily-ever-afters, too. When she isn't writing, you can find G.A. watching campy horror films with her husband and two cats in beautiful seaside New England.
http://garael.com/
https://twitter.com/Ga_rael
https://www.facebook.com/garaelauthor/


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Spotlight and Giveaway Blood Bound by Traci Douglass

Blood BoundBlood RavagersBook OneTraci Douglass
ISBN: 978-1-945879-17-3
Release Date: October 10, 2016
Book Description:
Anna Frost had a bad feeling when her twin sister, Liz, told her she’d run off with a member of the notorious Otherworld biker gang, the Blood Ravagers. And her unease skyrockets when her sister subsequently vanishes. The police have no authority and little interest, so Anna decides to take matters into her own hands by infiltrating the group to discover for herself what happened to Liz, where she meets….
Dante, half demon, half human. A mix of two worlds, accepted by neither, he’s had no choice but to learn the hard way how to play whatever side of the fence kept him alive during his nearly 500 years of existence. Now, as second-in-command of the Blood Ravagers biker gang, his survival depends on keeping his humanity a secret. Dante’s ultimate goal is to fulfill the vows he made over two centuries ago to create a world where half-breeds can live in safety and equality.
But when sheltered schoolteacher Anna finds unexpected, white-hot passion in the arms of Dante, will her quest for the truth cost him more than he ever bargained for? Or will they find a way to save Liz – and their love – together?
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Tule Publishing    Excerpt 2:“Do you know why they call this place Seven?”“It’s the magic number?”His expression remained flat.Anna cleared her throat, doing her best to hide the fact her knees were quaking. “Something to do with poker, maybe?”The man released her arm and stepped closer. For each step he took, she retreated, until the cold stone wall pressed against her back, preventing escape. He stopped several inches in front of her, the intense heat of him searing her front. Close enough for her to smell his scent—cloves and smoke and clean, aroused male. Once upon a time, he would’ve been exactly the kind of guy she would’ve gone for—all dark and erotic and alpha sexy. The kind of man who filled her dark fantasies, who would take control and appease her secret cravings for pain while giving her the ultimate pleasure in return.She gasped and shrank away. No one knew about her fetishes. Those she kept private and locked away.They were far too dangerous.Just like her past, her talents, her true essence.“Seven is indeed a magic number. But not in the way you think.” Frowning, he reached out and toyed with a lock of hair from her wig, then traced a fingertip down her cheek. The crimson flames flared hotter in his eyes before vanishing once more—tempting, elusive, hypnotic. “Are you familiar with the Nine Circles of Hell?”“The Inferno, you mean?” Yeah, she’d read it. Back in high school or maybe college, she couldn’t remember. Couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything except his fingertip on her skin—stroking, stroking, stroking.“Yes.” He smiled again, slowly, his voice emerging as little more than a purr. Thick, hot lust pooled low in her abdomen at the sensual promise in his tone. Anna shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him, but she did. “Pleasure and pain.”“What?”“To experience extreme pleasure, one must first endure pain.”It was as if her soul had been laid bare before him. She’d never told anyone about the cutting, had hidden her scars for years. Never told anyone about her overwhelming desire to submit, to have someone else take charge for a while, take away her burden of responsibility—if only for a few blissful hours—and just allow her to feel, to be, to live. Live like she had before tragedy had struck and she’d set aside her wants and needs for the greater good… The more he talked the more her traitorous body fell under his spell. Moisture gathered between her legs and her nipples hardened against the soft cotton of her shirt. Anna couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. Thankfully, he walked away before she climaxed on the spot. “What does this bar have to do with the circles of hell?” she asked, once she could breathe.“Number seven.”“What?” She glanced toward the window again, considered jumping then decided breaking both of her legs probably wouldn’t help her escape. A loud crack snapped through the room. Oh, Lord. The man had a whip. Her tingling knees threatened to buckle. “The seventh circle of hell.”  He wrapped the leather fall around his hand. “Violence. This club. Seven. It is home to all the most interesting sinners.”Okay. Yeah. She had to escape Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dominant before she was kneeling at his feet, begging him for mercy. “Maybe I should leave now?”“Yes.” He stood a good foot taller than her five-foot-three-inch height and his shoulder-length black curls all but begged her to tousle them, begged her to fist them tight in her hands while he beat her then fucked her silly. Her fingers twitched as he leaned closer, his breath ghosting across her cheek as he whispered, “Yes, perhaps you should, tu effapyfs.”

About the Author:
Traci is a USA Today Bestselling Author of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. Her stories feature sizzling heroes full of dark humor, quick wits and major attitudes and heroines who are smart, tenacious, and always give as good as they get. She holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and she loves animals, chocolate, coffee, hot British actors, and sarcasm—not necessarily in that order.
Website and blog: http://www.tracidouglass.net
FB Author Page:
http://www.facebook.com/TraciDouglassAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Traci_Douglass    
Goodreads: 
http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/8112113-traci-douglass
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Traci-Douglass/e/B00AX4X9DS/

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The Worst Best Day of My Life - Guest Blog by Erin Lockwood

What does it mean to be brave? To be scared, but to do it anyway, right? That’s what I tell my kids. Writing a book and releasing it to the public scares me… but I’m doing that anyway.

How did I become this brave? It might have something to do with the most embarrassing night of my life.

I grew up ice skating. I was an international pair skater, to be precise. However, as I grew into an independently-thinking teenager, I learned more about myself. I discovered that I didn’t care about the Olympics and skating as much as I once thought I did. I hung up my skates when I was about sixteen. But the extraordinary thing that happened that year (1998) was that my best friend won gold in Nagano. The world felt right. She was a star of the Olympics and I was focusing on future college plans… and Jr. Prom.

After her victory, she flew to NYC to present at the Grammy Awards. She insisted that I meet her and have fun in the city. I didn’t hesitate -- I begged my parents to let me go and to buy me an extra special prom dress that I could also wear to the Grammys. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happen to me. Who wouldn’t be over-the-moon excited?

The dress that I chose reminded me of Audrey Hepburn. I felt so mature and glamorous in that sleek black gown, lined with white chiffon that gathered low at the small of my back. At sixteen I was excited about having boobs, no matter the size. They were actually little bumps (late bloomer), but to me they were mountains and I insisted that my mom buy me a stick-on-bra so I could have support while my back remained completely exposed. Once I stuck the bra on, I realized it would be more comfortable to go without, so I peeled it back off and threw it in the trash before getting dressed.

We acted like giddy kids getting ready -- hair, makeup, limo -- the whole package. I knew that few normal teenagers get to have an experience like this.

Timing was on our side and we stepped out of the limo and onto the red carpet right behind Celine Dion and Aretha Franklin and right in front of Tony Bennett and Donald Trump. OMG!!! I was surrounded by celebrities I never dreamed I would be in the same room with. It was unreal and it made me nervous. Really, really nervous.




The red carpet was in a large tent and because it was winter, there were several massive heating fans on the ground (a nice thing because most gowns didn’t cover a lot of skin).

My friend was having her well-deserved moment in the spotlight, being interviewed by various media outlets and greeting well-known celebrities who were thrilled to meet her. I wanted her to have her moment and I didn’t want anyone to think I was trying to steal any part of the spotlight myself, so I backed up a little. And then a little more. Now, I’m super clumsy and I have very little awareness of my surroundings. Suddenly my lower body was being pulled backwards, my arms flying out in front of me for leverage as I start screaming. MY DRESS WAS BEING SUCKED INTO ONE OF THE GIANT HEATER FANS! My butt was getting closer and closer to the fan grate as the propellers keep chopping and sucking on my chiffon train.

I don’t know who it was -- I doubt it was Mr. Trump or Mr. Bennett -- but someone grabbed my train and yanked it out of the fan. I stopped screaming but my heart was still racing. At that moment, when you realize everyone is staring at you -- the one thing I was trying to

avoid -- you want to crawl under a rock and hide. But I couldn’t. I had to be strong for my friend and avoid embarrassing us any further.

I looked to her as her eyes bugged out with shock. I could have guessed a million things she might say, but I wouldn’t have guessed what came out of her mouth first. “DON’T. CRY.” That was enough to make me laugh as if no one was watching. I felt like an idiot but I still had a choice on how I was going to handle it.

That experience taught me a valuable life lesson on how to handle my mistakes and the stresses that accompany them. I know that I will receive criticism and negative reviews for the work I put out there. But it’s up to me to determine how I’m going to handle it. If I want to hide and run away, I’ll just say to myself, “Don’t. Cry.” It might be a silly thing to remember but it’s enough to keep me going because if I can get my dress sucked into a fan in front of Aretha Franklin and live to tell it, I can do anything.

The pain of this story wasn’t quite over, though. Once we were back in our hotel room, ready to call it a night, I discovered that I couldn’t take my dress off. Apparently, the stick-on-bra adhesive is only intended to stick to itself, otherwise it bonds as strong as super glue. When I applied the glue to my chest, but removed the bra material before it had dried, I failed to adequately remove the remaining glue. I was effectively gluing my dress to my chest the moment I put it on.

Unable to separate the gown from my boobs, I simply pulled it over my head and slept with it inside-out, but still attached. I cuddled with it like a teddy bear, postponing the inevitable removal until the next morning because I knew it was going to hurt and I was spent.

The next day, with a flight to catch and no desire to walk through the airport with the dress still attached to my body, I had to pull together one last batch of bravery. My friend and I ripped it off like a Band-Aid, leaving a trail of blood-spotted raspberries along the lower edge of both boobs.


Angles
Part IErin Lockwood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: November 10, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-48358-239-9 ISBN: 978-1-48358-240-5 
Number of pages: 290Word Count:  71,500
Book Description:
Cara and Sam are destined for each other, we know it the first time we meet them, and everyone else seems to know it as well. But life constantly interrupts and prevents them from taking the next step.
It doesn’t help at all that Cara is in a codependent platonic relationship with Theo. Cara is forever the damsel in distress and Theo is the enabler who thrives on being needed all the time. When Sam enters the scene, it disrupts the equation between the two. Theo and Sam have a chequered history behind them and share a love-hate relationship; hate being the dormant emotion.
But destiny is a funny thing, and by the time fate is done with these characters their lives will never be the same again.
Excerpt from Chapter 2
“By the time I get back to dancing with Dean, I feel something, someone, watching me. The feeling I felt before my speech is stronger now. There’s something consuming my surroundings—an invisible, sweltering blanket over me. As soon as I have the chance, I look around and try to find the source of this feeling—the burning eyes I can’t see, yet, but I sense are focused on me. 
I casually scan the room between dips and twirls. 
My breath catches. There they are—the eyes I’ve been searching for. A man, a gorgeous man, in a perfectly tailored suit is staring at me. It’s no mistake. Now that I see him, I know his eyes are the source of this feeling I’ve been having. 

There are worse people to have stare at you. He might be a little older, but he’s very attractive. He wears his dark brown hair slicked and styled up and back. It looks soft enough to run my fingers through and short enough to create a little edge to it. His blackish gray suit blends in with his olive, tan skin. Every part of him is dark and smoky, except his eyes. His turquoise-blue eyes are so bright; they’re like headlights shining at me. A lighthouse warning me not to come too close or my boat will crash. ”
About the Author: 
Erin Lockwood grew up in Castro Valley, California and attended the University of Oregon, where she graduated in 2003 with a degree in journalism. From there she moved to Denver and spent the next seven years searching for the love of her life and building the family of her dreams.
It wasn’t long until, with children starting preschool and more time on her hands, Erin refocused on her career, beginning with a successful entry into the world of residential real estate as a Realtor. Free time was spent reading book after book (and binge-watching the subsequent films) in the New Adult genre. Feeling hopelessly in love with her husband, she wrote him a short story leading up to their fifth wedding anniversary. That’s when she discovered her tireless passion to share her experience of falling in love through fictional characters. That story evolved into the first novel in the Angles trilogy.
Erin still lives in Denver, Colorado with her husband, Phil, and their three children.
Website: www.anglestrilogy.com
Website:  www.erinlockwood.com
Twitter: @anglestrilogy
Facebook: www.facebook.com/anglestrilogy
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Impulse by C.J. Lake

~The Playlists~
            Music is invaluable to me when I'm working on a book.  Though I don’t typically listen to music whilewriting since it breaks my concentration, I find myself building a strong play-list of songs for each love story I create—which I listen to whenever I’m notwriting.  This playlist is made up of the songs that most remind me of my central couple—so in effect, I stay in their world even when I’m not at my computer.  Best times are usually when I'm driving or on the treadmill, or maybe when I'm cooking.  It's a head-space thing.  I want to stay immersed with my central couple, from the beginning of their story, right up through to the HEA.  By having my playlist for “off hours,” I'm always able to keep the book in the forefront of my mind.            I'd like to share with you my playlist for my new book, Impulse, as well as reveal the “signature song” for each of my books (every couple I've written about has one!  These are the songs that most remind me of my hero + heroine).
Impulse Playlist: Cady + Mick signature song: “Marvin Gaye” (Charlie Puth/Meghan Trainor).  Whenever I hear this song, I always think of the scene in which Cady and Mick dance... Runner-up: “Let me Love you” (Justin Bieber)More songs on Impulselove-playlist: “Don't Let Me Down” (The Chainsmokers)“I Need Your Love” (Calvin Harris/Ellie Goulding)“Summer” (Calvin Harris)“Cake By The Ocean” (DNCE)“Never Say Never” (The Fray)“Hold On We're Going Home” (Drake)“This is What You Came For” (Calvin Harris/Rhianna)“We Don't Talk Anymore” (Charlie Puth/Selena Gomez)“Sorry” (Justin Bieber)“What It Takes” (Aerosmith)“Santa Monica” (Everclear)
Constructing Us  ~ Book 1 of Attraction Series Andy + Tragan signature song: Burnby Ellie GouldingRunner-up: “Ho Hey” (The Lumineers)
A Hot Winter  ~ Book 2 of Attraction SeriesEmma + Matt signature song: “Am I Wrong” (Nico & Vinz)Runner-up: “Waves” (Mr. Probz)
Sky High ~ Book 3 of Attraction SeriesSky + Jamie signature song: “Riptide” (Vance Joy)Runner-up: “Afterlife” (Ingrid Michaelson)
I hope you will check out my new book Impulse http://amzn.to/2eOCTor , and if you haven't already, read my “Attraction Series,” starting with Constructing Us: http://amzn.to/2fssPTe
Thank you + happy holidays!!
~C.J. Lake

ImpulseC.J. Lake
Genre: New Adult Romance
Date of Publication: 10/5/16
Number of pages: 360Word Count: 86K
Book Description:
**Standalone novel, NO cliffhanger. Contains explicit/steamy content intended for mature readers.**
I couldn't believe my luck, seeing Cady Killoren at the bar and finding out she no longer had a boyfriend. Then ending up at her place later that night... She had her guard up, but there was no denying what was happening between us. I wasn't sure how to play this, I hadn't exactly been honest with her. I only knew I wanted more of her...and then things got complicated.

It was one impulsive night--totally unlike me! I can't even blame it on the drinks. That night with Mick was pure chemistry. I never would've guessed that the next time we met it would be in a crowded restaurant, being introduced by my dad! And I would find out that everything I thought I knew about Mick was a lie. There are a lot of reasons why I need to resist Mick Croft... Easier said than done.

Excerpt 1

“So where does that leave us?”“Wh—us?” she repeated stupidly.“You and me,” he said softly and inched even closer—which only reminded her how good he smelled. “N-nowhere,” she managed to eke out. Remember your resolve, she told herself. Distance, not flirtation.“C'mon, Cady,” Mick murmured, “that's it?” For a moment, she just looked up at him. “Don’t we deserve another night?” The husky strum of Mick’s voice nearly sent shivers through her. “We could even make it ‘no strings’ since that’s what you’re into?” he suggested playfully.Please, that was so not what she was into; in fact, she’d tried it just once—with Mick—and look at her.  Still wanting him, still thinking about him.  “No,” she said finally.“No to no strings?” he questioned. Inhaling sharply, Cady replied, “No to all of it.” Though his face was inscrutable, she sensed that Mick was as unconvinced as she felt, so she doubled-down. “We can't hook up again.”“Why not?” he asked simply, still not moving away. “We barely got started the first time.” Her eyes widened for a second. Barely got started? God... She fought a sudden carnal reaction that sent her pulse leaping and made her cheeks flush. For an insane, overheated second, she imagined what else they could have done that night— Abruptly, she caught herself. What am I doing?? Was she that weak? That hot for this guy? Where was her resolve? To regain a sense of control, Cady straightened her posture (always a pretty good precursor to prissiness).  “Mick, we’re forgetting that night, remember?” He slanted her a look. “We are?  When did I agree to that?”“You have no choice,” Cady replied crisply. “I’m still annoyed with you.”He grunted dismissively.  “No, you’re not.”“What!  Why would you say that I’m not?”“Because I already apologized for misleading you that night.  And because it really wasn’t that big of a deal.”Secretly she knew he was right, but she had to keep some distance.  Obviously Cady didn't have to be a Psych major to realize that most of her fury with Mick at the moment was driven by suppressed desire.  Sure, if life were simple, things might be different and Cady could do what she truly wanted—which was basically a repeat of everything they'd done last weekend, and then more.But she could not let her guard down again with this guy; he affected her way too much for that.Crossing her arms, Cady replied, “Wow, so you’re just off the hook then, huh?  After you…”“What?”“...got me into bed under false pretenses,” she managed.Then Mick had the nerve to laugh. “Got you into bed?  C'mon, you must be kidding.  Cady—we barely did anything!” His voice was gruff as he leaned his face a fraction closer to hers, adding, “And if you want to be accurate here, it was more like you got me into bed.”  When she didn't immediately protest, Mick continued, almost glibly, “What could I do?  You were pressing up close to me with those big blue eyes…that mouth…waiting for me to kiss you, practically challenging me to kiss you…”“I was not,” Cady protested weakly, her voice soft and almost cracking.  Already her arms had relaxed, slipping out of their defensive posture, falling back to her sides. Somehow their faces had drawn closer, and Mick's mouth was only a few inches from hers. She could almost feel his breath on her lips. “You were,” he murmured thickly, his deep voice making her burn.  She felt heat spreading through her body, as perspiration broke on the back of her neck. It suddenly felt like it was 110 degrees in that kitchen.  They were way too close to each other.And she panicked. “Oh, my God, you're trying to get to me again!” Cady whispered, hoping no onlookers had noticed how much Mick was affecting her.  A little flustered, she took an abrupt step back—then one more, just to break the spell. Straightening up, Mick sighed. “All right, forget it.  Like I said earlier: let's not argue. Obviously you just want to stay mad at me.”“And obviously you're impossible to reason with.” “And you're frustrating as hell.” “Sorry to interrupt.”They both looked over as Torie approached.  She acknowledged Mick with a cursory smile. “Hey—I remember you.” Mick nodded. “Donovan Shay's, right?”“Yep.  So, how's the private security business?” she asked sarcastically.  At least Mick had the good shame to cast his eyes downward for a moment, as if to say he had no defense.  Finally, a shred of humility!  Smiling sweetly, Torie added, “By the way, tell your friend, Quinn, that he's full of shit.” With an effacing half-grin, Mick replied, “Believe me, he knows that.” Turning her attention back to Cady, Torie said, “Listen, I just wanted to warn you.”  She offered a look of apology before she told her: “Wes is here.”


About the Author:
C.J. Lake is a storyteller who is passionate about art, surfing, and skiing/snowboarding. She is the author of Constructing Us, A Hot Winter, Sky High, and Impulse.  Residing near the coast of Massachusetts, C.J. is currently working on a new book. 
Readers can get in touch via email writercjlake@gmail.com
https://www.amazon.com/C.J.-Lake/e/B00LYVFAKE/

Interview and Giveaway Dispelled by Terri L. Austin

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I write with a lot of humor and heat. I wanted to put my own stamp on a paranormal series, mixing mystery, romance, and quirky characters.
Was one of your characters more challenging to write than another?
I like all my characters. Even the villains. I try to make each character have their own idiosyncrasies. I love discovering what makes each character tick.
Do you have a formula for developing characters? Like do you create a character sketch or list of attributes before you start writing or do you just let the character develop as you write?
I know my characters pretty well—their background and family dynamics—before I ever start the book. (They talk to me. A lot!) Then I flesh them out, using personality charts. That helps me get a deeper look into each character.
What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
Here’s a little snippet of the relationship between my heroine, Holly, and Cade McAllister, a sorcerer who likes things his own way.
I sat back and affected a bored-to-death look. “First of all, a rule is not an instruction. It’s more of a guideline. Also, short and little are the same thing. You’re repeating yourself.”
He stalked to my chair and towering over me, growled. He honest to God growled at me. “Jasmine True called my office and threatened to file a complaint against you.”
I gasped. “Oh no! Not a complaint.”
As his chest rapidly rose and fell, his eyes turned glacial. Danger: Thin ice.
“Fine.” I held up my hands in surrender. “I won’t talk to Jasmine anymore. 
Happy?” Besides, I didn’t think she had anything else to tell me.
It took a few seconds, but he visibly relaxed.  His lips tilted up ever so slightly at the corners. That passed for a smile in McAllister’s world. “Good. You leave the detective work to me. You’re not cut out for it.”
I blinked. Twice. Did the sorcerer just talk down to me? “You’re kind of a dick, McAllister. And why shouldn’t I have a go at it? You haven’t exactly been successful in this investigation.”
Did you find anything really interesting while researching this or another book?
This book took me to the underground tunnels of Tulsa. They began as a way to transport building materials when the oil barons commissioned art deco skyscrapers. Many of the tunnels are still in use today, but some of the doors have been sealed off for decades.
Do you write in different genres?
I write a humorous mystery series: The Rose Strickland series. I also write hot erotica: Beauty and the Brit series. I like to switch things up. It keeps it interesting for me, jumping from genre to genre.
Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?
No, I love it. When I get done with a first person mystery, I’m eager to switch over to a third person spicy romance. I like going back and forth, using more than one voice. It’s a challenge.
What are your guilty pleasures in life?
Reality TV. I know, I know, but I can’t help myself. I even contribute to a reality TV blog. My two passions—writing and Bravo—united! It’s heaven.

What was the last amazing book you read?
Kelley Armstrong’s Cainsville series. It is so good! I’m devouring it, one book at a time.

Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?
Absolutely!
My small office was situated in a strip mall off Harvard, wedged between a day-old bread store and an insurance agency. I didn’t have a title on the door or a listed phone number. My clients found me by word of mouth. Mostly I took cases where I acted as a magical wet blanket, but sometimes Norms got mixed up in Others’ business, and I helped them out, too.
As I walked through the door, Sunny Carmichael peered at me through oval, black-framed glasses. She wore her brown hair in a low ponytail, her plain white blouse wouldn’t dare show a wrinkle, and I knew without question she had on a long, black skirt and flats beneath the desk. Sunny had the fashion sense of a Mormon missionary.
“You’re late.”
I glanced at my phone. “By six minutes.”
“Which is late. And save your breath. I’m not interested in excuses.”
“I wasn’t going to offer any.”
Sunny—who’s the opposite of everything her name implies—is a perfectionist, which is why I hired her. She’s a no-nonsense, efficient, office-running machine, who always makes sure the check clears. Although I’d be lost without her, I wouldn’t own up to that fact if you waterboarded me.
With her fingers flying over the keyboard, she nodded at my neck. “What’s with the scarf? It’s ninety-seven degrees, and with the heat index, it feels like one hundred and three.”
Leaning down, I tugged on the wool material and showed her my hickey. 
“This is why.”
“I see teeth marks. Do you know how many germs are in the human mouth?”
“I got attacked by a newbie vamp.”
That shut her up for all of three seconds. “A vamp did this? Have you called Monty and reported it? This type of thing  shouldn’t happen, even if you are a null. There are rules.”
Supposedly, vamps only tapped willing donors. Yeah, and the tooth fairy was a harmless little creature who left money under the pillows of small children. I’d met that bitch, and there’s no way I’d let her near innocent, defenseless kids.
“Monty’s aware. Before I forget, I have an assignment for you.”
“Am I in high school now? Unlike you, I have important work to do. Quarterlies are coming up in three weeks, you know.”
I didn’t know. I paid her so I wouldn’t have to. “Vane Aldridge. Find out who he is.”
She continued clacking on the keyboard. “You have an appointment at ten.”
“Cancel it. I’m taking a few days off. I just stopped by to check in.”
Staring at me with unblinking brown eyes, she finally stopped typing. “How do you think we’re going to pay the rent if you take a few days off? You didn’t clear this with me.”
“First of all, we’re not going to go broke in a few days’ time. Second, I don’t have to clear it with you because I’m the boss. Third”—I walked to the half-full coffee pot next to her desk and grabbed a mug—“I’m doing a job for the Council, and it’s not the type of thing I can blow off. So, deal.”
She rolled her shoulders. “How much are they paying? Don’t quote them a price. You always undercharge.”
I doctored my cup with sweetener and powdered creamer. “I’m not charging them anything.”

“I beg your pardon?” She spun in her chair and straightened her glasses a millimeter. “What do you mean you’re not charging?” Nothing angered Sunny more than pro bono work. I still didn’t know what her issue was with money, but she had one. If a check bounced, she was on the phone in a hot minute. If she thought I charged too little, she wasn’t afraid to call the client and demand a bigger payment. Sunny was a straight up null pimp.


DispelledA Null for Hire NovelBook OneTerri L. Austin
Genre: urban fantasy
Date of Publication: Nov. 1, 2016
ISBN ebook: 978-1-946066-00-8ISBN print: 978-1-946066-01-5
Number of pages: 340Word Count: 90,000
Cover Artist: http://www.thedarkrayne.com/
Book Description:
They call me an abomination. A mutant. A curse on their kind.
I don’t let it bother me. Much. 
My name is Holly James, and what they say is true. I’m a freak of nature—a null. My mere presence zaps the magic from Others, rendering them powerless. That’s why they hate me. But here’s the kicker: I’ve found a way to profit from my lack of mojo.
Whether it’s acting as a mystical wet blanket in a dispute between pyromancers or keeping hormonal shifters from changing during a sweet sixteen party, I provide a highly specialized service. For a hefty fee.
When a young witch turns up dead, clutching an amulet cursed with black magic, my estranged grandfather asks for my help. In return for nullifying the necklace, Gramps promises to find my missing mother—a witch who vanished after my birth. Of course there’s a catch. He wants me to assist Cade McAllister, the arrogant sorcerer in charge of investigating the case.
Cade resents my existence, let alone my attempts to help. Still, I’ll do whatever it takes to find my mom. For my own peace of mind I have to know what happened to her, and I won’t allow anything to get in my way. Not even this crazy, irrational longing I feel for a hot sorcerer with the sexiest scowl I’ve ever seen.
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Terri L. Austin is a mild-mannered writer by day and a reality TV junkie by night. She lives in Missouri with her family, and loves to hear from readers.
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The Demimonde Series by Ash Krafton

On Location: When Our Favorite Places End Up Within the Pages of Our Books
Earlier this month, I took a trip to one of my favorite places:  The Penn Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology in Philadelphia, PA.
The Museum is dedicated to the exploration and preservation of culture, past and present. I've always been fond of museums; my mom had often taken me and my siblings to the Everhart Museum in Scranton. I passed that love of museums on to my kids, who became all-around science and tech center nerds. They know places like the Franklin Institute and the Baltimore Science Center as well as the backs of their own hands. But the Penn Museum is our favorite.
The Penn Museum has two wonderful Ancient Egypt exhibits. One is full of mummies and statues (and art students who are perpetually sketching away). The other has a replica of the Sphinx, surrounded by tall pillars and carved stelae. The room is dimmed, with spotlights emphasizing the shadows, the cut of symbols into stone. Five minutes in there and the imagination just runs free…My kids weren't the only ones to inherit my love for that place. I passed it along to one of my characters, Sophie Galen. In fact, I guess you can say that my fondness for that museum led to art imitating life.
In Bleeding Hearts, Sophie Galen is from Balaton, a fictional town close to Philadelphia. She treats herself to an afternoon at the University Museum of Archaeology, where she is inexplicably drawn to the Old Egypt exhibit. One of the rooms is designed to resemble a temple of the Old Kingdom. It's there she meets a man whose mysterious past had been drawn from the ancient Egyptian sands of time…
Excerpt from BLEEDING HEARTS:
In the great hall housing the Egyptian exhibitions, I immediately noted the change in the atmosphere. The room was cool and dry, its climate controlled to mimic the conditions in which the relics had existed in their native land.
The entire room had been designed to resemble an Old Kingdom temple. The main lights were dimmed while strategically-placed spotlights emphasized massive columns and magnificent wall carvings like sunbeams through temple windows.
I scanned the room. No other tourists. Even better. I meandered, enjoying the rare opportunity to linger.
Craning my neck, I ran my gaze up each of the columns, reading the images, admiring the palm leaves carved at the tops like great stone trees. Eyes toward the ceilings, I turned slowly around, admiring the handiwork of the ancient artists.
What was it like to live in those lands and those times? Could an ancient version of my spirit have been there, stepping barefoot and silently through a sandy temple like this one?
Lost in contemplation, I was completely unprepared for the shock of smacking into someone, bumping him hard enough to lose my balance. I'd have fallen had he not caught my arm. Wide-eyed with consternation, I stammered an apology to the handsome but serious-faced gentleman.
"You are not hurt, I hope?" His voice, deep and smooth, sent shivers marching down my neck, between my shoulders, down my spine.
"I'm okay." I shook my head, too shy to make direct eye contact, wishing I'd checked my hair and lipstick before coming in. "I'm far too adept at being inept."
He flashed a grin and I caught a glimpse of nice white teeth. "Temples are places for spiritual reflection. It is forgivable if your vision was turned inward, rather than toward where you were walking."
His expression softened by amusement, he tilted his head toward the pillars. "Majestic, aren't they?"
The Books of the Demimonde have been a part of me for so long now that it's almost impossible for me to visit the museum without imagining Sophie walking along side me. When we went into the Sphinx exhibit, my husband asked why I kept turning to look behind me. It's just that, for a second, I'd imagine I can catch a glimpse of a tall dark haired stranger behind one of the pillars, his eyes glinting green light from within the warm shadows. I'd hear a quiet voice that could run shivers down your back. And I'd imagine Sophie and Marek, meeting for the first time...
I guess writers have overactive imaginations sometimes. Occupational hazard, right? After spending so many hours visiting interesting places and imagining the stories that could happen there, it seems natural for those stories to follow us when we return to visit those places.
What about you? Does art imitate life, or vice versa? Have you ever read (or written J) a story that was based on a place you know well…and has the story ever followed you there?

Bleeding HeartsDemimondeBook OneAsh Krafton
Genre: urban fantasy
Publisher: Ash Krafton
Date of Publication: October 13, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-946120-00-7ASIN: B01M7PCLWJ
Number of pages: 380Word Count: 94k
Cover Artist: Red Fist Fiction
Book Description:
Sophie Galen is an advice columnist whose work leaves her neck-deep in other people's problems. Thanks to her compassion, her gut instinct, and her magnetic charm, Sophie really knows how to attract little black clouds.
Marek Thurzo is no little black cloud; he's a maelstrom. Marek is Demivampire, a race with the potential to evolve into vampire. A warrior who's taken his share of spiritual damage, he hovers dangerously close to destruction.
He seeks salvation. She's driven to save him. But what if he can't be saved?
Sympathy for his plight becomes true empathy as Sophie's hidden nature is revealed. Marek suspects she may be one of the Sophia, oracle and redemption of the damned Demivampire. She alone can turn back the evolutionary clock.
All she needs is the courage to face her fears. Can she save him from Falling?
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Blood RushDemimondeBook TwoAsh Krafton
Genre: urban fantasy
Publisher: Ash Krafton
Date of Publication: October 13, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-946120-01-4ASIN: B01M7PCWFD
Number of pages: 376Word Count: 94k
Cover Artist: Red Fist Fiction
Book Description:
Sophie doesn't believe in happily ever after. These days, she'd settle for alive after sunrise.
Advice columnist and newly-appointed oracle to the demivampire, Sophie Galen has more issues than a Cosmo collection: a new mentor with a mean streak, a werewolf stalker she can't shake, and a relationship with her ex's family that redefines the term complicated. And then there's her ex himself, who is more interested in playing leader of the vampire pack than in his own salvation.
Becoming a better oracle is tough enough, but when Sophie encounters a deadly enemy - one she never dreamed of facing - it will take everything she's ever learned in order to survive.
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Wolf's BaneDemimondeBook ThreeAsh Krafton
Genre: urban fantasy
Publisher: Ash Krafton
Date of Publication: October 13, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-946120-02-1ASIN: B01MA3JHUV
Number of pages: 388Word Count: 104k
Cover Artist: Red Fist Fiction
Book Description:
Since becoming oracle to the demivampire two years ago, advice columnist Sophie has battled werewolves and survived a vampire attack (or two). However, not only was she powerless to save her lover Marek when he slipped to the brink of evolution, she also witnessed his transformation into a falcon, the symbol of Horus United.
Sophie’s quest to save Marek is further complicated when rock star Dierk Adeluf – who also happens to be the king of the Werekind – invites her backstage after a concert. Just when it seems she will find respite from heartache, Sophie is bitten by a werewolf and Dierk decides she is destined to be his queen.
Sophie is caught between the demivamps she loves and the Were who commands her to love him. Throw in his jealous wanna-be girlfriend—a true bitch if ever there was one—and an ambush by witches, and there you have the big mess that Sophie calls her life. And, hello? Her soul mate is still a bird.  Amazon


About the Author:
Ash Krafton writes because if she doesn't, her kids will…and NOBODY wants that. A speculative fiction girl through and through, Ash writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy novels as well as poetry and short fiction. Her work has won a bunch of awards and was even nominated for a Pushcart Prize. When she's not writing, she's practicing Tai Chi, listening to loud rock and metal, or crushing on supervillains.
Most recently, she's re-released her urban fantasy trilogy THE BOOKS OF THE DEMIMONDE because she never really left the world of Sophie and her Demivamps. Find out more when you visit www.ashkrafton.com
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Midnight PoisonThe Paranormal Poisons Saga   Book OneA and E Kirk
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance Thriller
Publisher: A and E Kirk
Number of pages: 478Word Count: 115,678
Cover Artist: Elena Dudina
Book Description:

No Memory. No Mind. No Mercy.

Kiara Blackwood has a few problems.

She's older than she looks - by several centuries. She can't remember who she is. She doesn't know why she’s the target of Oleander, an immortal serial killer, or why she’s held prisoner by the undead, or where to find the Midnight Poison, the one thing that could grant her freedom. And best of all, her psych meds have stopped working, because, oh yeah, she’s borderline insane. Well, maybe not so borderline.

When Oleander’s killing spree threatens to rip the supernatural world apart, Kiara has no choice but to hunt him down. Forced to rely on a dashing vampire with questionable motives, she plunges into a world of lies, betrayal, deadly deceptions, and secrets that could tear what’s left of her mind to shreds.  And just because that's such a piece of cake, while she's at it, she might as well search for the Midnight Poison, that legendary potion she can’t remember creating, let alone hiding. Well...

Crazy or not, here she comes.

A and E Kirk, bestselling authors of the #1 Divinicus Nex Chronicles, have created a new series with all the usual action, adventure, romance, and laugh-out-loud humor fans love, plus they’ve added a bit of dark, twisted, and dangerous. 

Be brave. Try some Midnight Poison. Lethal to the last drop.



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About the Authors:
A and E Kirk are the Best Selling Mother/Daughter writing duo of YA Paranormal Romance Thrillers loaded with action, adventure, twists and turns, and huge doses of humor. They write about dangerous supernatural creatures, hot guys, and sassy heroines full of snark. 
Alyssa loves animals (the family has two dogs, a cat, and a horse), anime, music, and action packed movies, plays board games, watches too much TV about supernatural beings and starring hot guys (preferably shirtless), and adores carbs so forces herself to exercise. 
Eileen loves much of the same stuff (other than anime, although she does enjoy the one where the characters often say, in a highly dramatic voice, “Dammit!”), has been happily married to the same guy for almost 30 years (prefers him shirtless), raised (barely survived) three crazy but adorable kids, and loves to cook (mostly things with chocolate).
Website: www.aekirk.com
Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/author/aekirk
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Enjoy a little Holiday Magic this season with Bewitching Book Tours November/December Issue featuring: Holiday Flash Fiction Mates and Mistletoe by Lola Taylor , Blood Ice and Oak Moon by Marsha A Moore, Holiday Flash Fiction A Sleigh Ride Home By Roxanne Rhoads, Easy Ideas for a Merry Green Christmas and ReGift with Class By Wenona Napolitano, Urban Fantasy is Dead…Long Live Urban Fantasy by Suzanne Johnson, Candy Cane Latte Recipe, The “Dearg-Dubh” and Other Irish Vampires by Colleen Halverson, Top Ten Favorite Paranormal Books by Kourtney Heintz, Southern Men – The Real Alpha Males By Kathryn M. Hearst, Fiery Seas Call for Submissions, Mistletoe Kisses by Erzabet Bishop and A Viking Holiday by Sky Purington.

Playlist for Darkness Whispers by Aubrie Nixon

Blood on My Name: The Brothers Bright
Dark Side: Kelly Clarkson
Dragon Age Inquisition Medley: Freya Catherine
Feel Again: One Republic
Icarus: Bastille
Mad Word: Gary Jules
Pompeii: Bastille
Glory and Gore: Lorde
Asleep: Emily Browning
Cosmic Love: Florence and The Machine




Darkness WhispersThe Darkness TrilogyBook OneAubrie L. Nixon
Genre: Fantasy, NA/YA
Date of Publication: Nov. 15 2016
ISBN: 97815918678ASIN: B01LXFQOU8
Word Count: 71528
Tagline: Throne of Glass meets Avatar the Last Airbender 
Book Description:
After witnessing something dark and strange on a routine mission, Sephera Travelle-- a nineteen-year-old assassin with a weakness for braided cinnamon bread and an affinity for murder--is thrust on a seemingly impossible quest to save her world.
Teaming up with her best friend Zadkiel and three warriors with flexible morals, she starts her journey on a search for a woman called “The First.” As a 500-year old cycle is about to start anew, creatures from the Dark Realm have begun to invade, bringing with them a dark and deadly plague. Sephera realizes that there may be more to this mission than simply finding “The First.”
She comes to realize that everyone in her life may not be quite what they seem, as more about the curse that separated their realms is revealed. She soon discovers the Dark Realm might not be so evil after all, and perhaps it is her realm that is filled with Darkness. She holds the lit match and must choose whether to resurrect the world, or help it burn.
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About the Author: 
Aubrie plays mom to a cutest demon topside. She is married to the hottest man in the Air Force. When she isn’t writing she is daydreaming about hot brooding anti-heroes and sassy heroines. She loves Dragon Age, Game of Thrones and reading all things fantasy. She runs a local YA/NA bookclub with 3 chapters, and over 200 members. Her favorite thing to do is eat, and her thighs thank her graciously for it. If she could have dinner with anyone living or dead it would be Alan Rickman because his voice is the sexiest sound on earth. He could read the dictionary and she would be enthralled. Her current mission in life is to collect creepy taxidermy animals because she finds them cute and hilarious. She resides just outside of Washington DC.
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