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At the Heart of the Stone by Roxanne D. Howard

At the Heart of the StoneRoxanne D. Howard
Genre: Contemporary Romance,Paranormal Romance,Contemporary Fantasy
Publisher: Loose Id
Date of Publication: February 16, 2016
ISBN: 9781682520451
ASIN: B01BUQLMCM
Number of pages: 323    Word Count: 118,000
Cover Artist: Dar Albert
Book Description:
Dreams are the perfect shelter for our fantasies, safe havens to step inside without changing our daily lives. For Lark Braithwaite, all that is about to change. During the last six months, Lark has dreamt of a mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her exactly what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren’t as ideal, as her long-term relationship with Charles, her controlling fiancé, has hit a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father’s funeral right in the middle of a high-stakes corporate merger, she heads back to face the demons from her past. What she doesn’t expect is to meet her dream lover in the flesh. Niall O’Hagan steps straight out of her fantasies and right into her life, and the powerful connection they share rocks her foundation. Although she's dealing with the bitterness of being betrayed by Charles and his jealousy, Niall soon stirs Lark’s awareness of the superficiality of her existence and reawakens not only her sexuality, but her soul.
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  Excerpt:
The blindfold was tied on and made of soft black material that caressed her skin. Though she knew it was light out, the mask bathed her in darkness. Still, she was aware of his touch, his heated, pulling kisses that moved away from her lips and trailed down her jaw to her throat, over her collarbone, toward her breasts.A tug pulled her hoodie up a little, and he slowly zipped it open, yanking the front of her T-shirt down, her bra right along with it. She couldn’t see anything, but knew it was him. Her dream lover.She expected him to latch on to her nipple, but he didn’t. He caressed it instead, flicking his fingernail along the sensitive bud, marking a trail of pebbling, tantalizing kisses around the entire circumference of her right breast. He laved the sensitive underside with his warm tongue, making her whimper, while his hand came up to fondle her left breast.Lark was aware they were both lying on the porch swing, but he distracted her by seizing her nipple with his teeth.She groaned. He chuckled, the vibrations reverberating through her whole body. She clutched him tighter. Lark wanted to pull off the blindfold, but he had her pinned down. He continued his ministrations, kissing his way over her bared, flat stomach, across her hip bone, and closer to his ultimate goal. She covered his hand at her hip with hers and grasped it. She was a sweaty mess from her run, but it seemed like he was taking in everything about her.“Wait,” she said. “I-I can’t see you. I want to. Take this off.”“I’m here,” he assured her, crawling back up over her body.Knuckles brushed softly down her cheek, and she could feel his gaze on her. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.Lark gave up fighting her blindness and self-lamentations as his lips pressed against her own. “Mmm, yes,” she moaned between kisses. “Kiss me, God, yes. I don’t want to feel anything anymore but you.” There was something about the darkness that emboldened her. She felt his chest and encountered the lapels of a jacket of some sort. She yanked him all the way down, moaning and sucking his lower lip between her teeth.In an instant, the full weight of his body came down upon her, and his kisses changed from having been demanding and passionate to the complete polar opposite.It was as if he was timid and reluctant, yet the more she gave to him--putting her arm around his neck and releasing the fury of her frustrations out on him--the more he began to respond. Tentative at first, with a hint of reluctance he’d never shown before. What was this? A cool breeze blew past her face, and a sense of déjà vu of the night before overtook her.
* * * *
If the kiss had stayed careful and guarded, she might have continued to question it. But the blindfold disappeared, and she realized she’d fallen asleep. Her eyes flew open, and he was there. Oh my God. He was there! Heated eyes watched her. Rakish dark hair fell over his forehead as he breathed hard, and the morning sun lit up the world behind him. She took a deep, shuddering breath to speak, but his hands moved to cup her face. He held still and closed his eyes as his lips took her mouth. Right then and there, it was very clear that this was real. That was the weight of a real man on top of her, clothed, and smelling citrusy and clean. What in the hell is happening here?How did he get here? He was only her dream lover.Or was he?Confused beyond all comprehension, Lark didn’t have any time to contemplate what was really going on. His lips delivered a breath-stealing, soul-shattering kiss, and then they were all over each other. This, ah, this she knew. Lark hooked her ankle over his and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to rid him of his jacket and draw him closer. She clenched her hand in his hair as he devoured her mouth. He tasted the same as her dream lover, and she put her tongue in his mouth to savor more of that tangy sweetness.They were both making noises they never had in her dreams, little breathy gasps and blasts of air as their mouths met and separated as they sought new angles and depths to their passion.He made a disgruntled sound as he tried to get more comfortable in the cradle of her hips over the hindrance of clothes, and she realized she really wasn’t dreaming anymore. He nibbled on her lower lip as she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, but then she was carried away in the undercurrent of his large, warm hands, which were caressing the skin of her stomach beneath her hoodie and T-shirt. She continued to accept his kisses but pawed down her still zipped-up sweat jacket. Okay, so she was still clothed. He was rock hard against her, and he ground his hips into her, a disbelieving grunt escaping his lips. Lark rolled her eyes back, shivering at the jolt that went through her.“Wh-- Mmm. Whoa. Stop!” She finally managed to say against his mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows and scrutinized him as he breathed in and out, bracing himself on the weight of his hands above her, his bright green eyes bearing into hers. His face was the face of her dreams--the sensual, bowed lips and cleft chin, the built body, and the thick hair. His hair... She blinked. It was cut at the nape and styled for a day at work. She glanced down at what he was wearing.“Um, why are you wearing a suit and tie this time?” she asked, squinting against the sunlight. Please, God, let this be a dream. He moved his head, putting her in shade.“This time?” He lifted an eyebrow, perplexed. “You’ll have to forgive me, lass, but I’ve no idea what the devil you’re talking about.” He maneuvered himself off her and sat upright at the end of the swing.She tucked her feet against her and sat up, unable to do anything more than blink at him in utter disbelief.“I was coming up to knock on the door when I saw you lying here, and given how you were tossing and the noises you were making, it looked like maybe you were having some sort of a seizure.”He seemed contrite, and he turned his head as he licked his lips, full and abused from her kisses. Something close to mortification bloomed inside her.“Erm, you...begged me to kiss you, and then you yanked me down. One thing led to another and, well, that was pretty much the way of it. I am only human, though I know that’s no excuse.” He swallowed and stared at her, his Adam’s apple moving in his throat. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have gone down when you pulled me, but it was strange--like you knew me or something.”Lark leaned forward and rubbed her eyes. This couldn’t be real. She was hallucinating. She had to be. When she opened her eyes she’d see a man in his fifties with a receding hairline, glasses, and a beer gut. She reopened her eyes, and there he was: The full package. In the flesh. There was an air of intelligence in the way his eyes scrutinized her. She sat up and planted her feet on the porch, then put a hand to her head. The vertigo from earlier returned. “No, I’m sorry. I was dreaming...”“Excuse me for saying so, but it must’ve been one hell of a dream.”Lark nodded and tried not to black out as a wave of dizziness came over her.“You look like you’re dehydrated. Hold on.”The lilt of his familiar Irish accent soothed her like warm milk. He stood and walked over to a black laptop case propped near the front door that had several thick manila folders sticking out of its open center, one of which she could see said BRAITHWAITE in large, capital letters on an index label. He crouched down and unzipped the front pocket, extracting an unopened plastic water bottle.“Here,” he said, unscrewing it and holding it out to her.“Thanks.” She accepted the bottle and took a long sip of the cool water. It almost instantly revived her. She wiped a little water off the corner of her mouth with the top of her knuckle as he watched her. She offered it back to him, but he shook his head and reclaimed his seat next to her.“Keep it. Drink.”“Thank you.” She closed her eyes and took several large gulps, the cool liquid a balm to her throat.“My name’s Niall O’Hagan.”His voice was deep and pleasant. It sounded different, lighter than the sultry bedroom voice she was used to from her dreams.“I’m the Braithwaites’ attorney.”Lark paused in midsip and lowered the bottle in her hands. “You--no.” She laughed, glancing at him.His mouth lifted at the corners, as if it were dawning on him he was the butt of a joke he wasn’t aware of. “I...what?”Oh, the irony of dreaming about her father’s lawyer this whole time. Oh my God. She started giggling. This was it; she was officially losing it. She got up and walked over to the top step of the porch, put a hand over her face, and plunked herself down. “I am so messed up.”A sudden, unwanted flash of Gemma saying “darlin’” to Charles yesterday surfaced, and tears stung her eyes. She went silent and willed them not to fall. It was no use.After a moment, Niall sat down on the step beside her. “I’d offer you a drink, but I quit ten years ago.”Lark laughed, despite the tears. “An Irish attorney who doesn’t like Guinness is like an Englishman who doesn’t like fish and chips or something.”“I know; shameful,” he said with mock contrition. “Don’t hold it against me. I’m doing the world a favor. Trust me. I was a horrible drunk. Seriously, though, are you okay, miss?”Lark scoffed and gesticulated with her hands to the sky. “It’s Lark. And what a loaded question of the day.” She couldn’t look at him, not after what happened. She clenched the edge of the step on either side of her and stared out at the trees.“Well, considering we’ve already gone to second base, we might as well be open with each other. Forgive me if I’m candid, but it seems you were having an alleged, eh, intense dream, and you woke up and believed I was him. Is that right?”Horror dawned on her at what she’d done, and her jaw dropped. “No!” Yes. She glanced at him, and his knowing expression said he knew that was exactly what happened.“I see,” he said, his tone careful but persistent. “Then why did you kiss me like that?”“I-I don’t have to answer that.” She lifted her chin with defiance.He scooted closer to her. “No, you don’t. But I wish you would.”She scratched her head in frustration and jumped up, moving toward the door.“I’m sorry to embarrass you,” he said, and she paused with her hand halfway to the doorbell. “I’m decent. I would never-- I never meant to take advantage of you at all, please know that. When you kissed me like that, so familiar, I...”It occurred to her Niall was being a lot more of a gentleman about the whole thing than most men would be, given how horrid the situation was. And she, meanwhile, was being a total bitch. And the poor guy had no clue as to why.He met her in two quick strides, and his proximity alarmed her. They’d never both been standing in any of her dreams. He was at least a few inches over six feet, well built with wide shoulders and a lithe, muscular frame to complement the height.He assessed her as well, and his eyes widened with realization. “Wait. Lark? Rick’s daughter? But you’re so little,” he said, surprised. “From the pictures, I assumed you’d be, erm-“Fatter?” she asked, glad she was at least back on sure ground. She could always toss jokes around about her heavy days. “It’s okay. You can go ahead and say it. I’ve lost a lot of weight.”Niall put a hand to the back of his neck. His eyebrows rose. “I think ‘a lot’ is an understatement. Good on you! My mam struggled with her weight too; I know from growing up with her how hard it is to lose it. Well, you look amazing. Wow.”He rolled his eyes at himself and glanced away. The bizarreness of seeing him act misplaced and common, and not at all like a sex panther, was messing with her.“I’m sorry.” He laughed. “I sound like an idiot. Listen, I hope you don’t think I’m some leering wanker. This is...awkward.”“You can say that again,” she murmured with a small smile, wondering what he would say if she told him she’d been having erotic dreams of him every night for the last six months. It was bad enough she’d just made out with the guy.She held out her hand but didn’t make eye contact. “So listen, how about we forget it ever happened, okay? I’m Lark Braithwaite. I flew in a couple of days ago from London.”He took her hand and closed his long fingers over hers. “Niall O’Hagan. Pleasure.” He stepped a little closer. “And I’m all for a clean slate, but forgetting’s not on my agenda, lass. I’m taking that one to the grave. Hands down the best snog I’ve ever had in my life. Client’s daughter or no, you can’t take it back.”




About the Author:
Roxanne D. Howard is an author with Loose Id. She has two titles published and one series coming out over the holidays. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. She is also an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and loves everything related to marine biology. She resides in the mid-western United States, and is the proud mother of two beautiful girls, several pets, and loves to spend time with her husband and children when she's not writing. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and she can be contacted at author@roxannedhoward.com.
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Dreams Beyond Worlds Guest Blog with KS Turner

Hello all. My name is KS Turner and you, my friends, can call me Kate. I’m the author of three epic fantasy books, so far; Before the Gods, Tumultus, and Time: The Immortal Divide. These three (large) novels make up The Chronicles of Fate and Choice trilogy. Today, I’m having a nice chat about dreams and how dreams have inspired my writing.

We all dream when we sleep, but not many people have good dream recall, so those wild imaginings often go forgotten. I, luckily, have wild, fantastic and often horrific dreams and I usually remember them all. It’s these dreams, when my mind is allowed to roam freely, that have become the inspiration behind my novels.

Do you have repetitive dreams? You know; those ones that happen over and over again? Well, it was a series of repetitive dreams that really set alight my inspiration. The dreams started quite simply; I was standing atop a hill. Below me were warriors. Thousands of them; all preparing for battle. They looked like humans, but so much more. They were broad and tall, much taller than a human, and I could see their energy flowing around them. Some, their energy looked like wings, undulating with directed purpose, as if tasting the air and emitting their formidable intent. Their attire was fascinating – a cross between ancient armour and futuristic, Dune-style matte-black fusions onto their skin. They all emitted the same fearless power. Within that dream, I was spell bound, yet I knew something dreadful was about to happen.

At first, I would dream the exact same thing, standing atop that hill. But then, one night, those dreams started to change. Stood atop that hill, I turned and beside me was another being, also watching. He was beautiful. I mean, really beautiful, and I loved him like the oldest friend. His eyes were all-violet, radiating light, staring ahead with cat-like poise. His hair was alive, dancing around his shoulders, sensing any change in the atmosphere. He turned to me and said, “Are you sure you are ready?”

From this point, my dreaming continued, yet never repeated. I would see different characters in different situations and all seemed part of a much bigger story. Sometimes I was merely watching. Others, I would be interactive, a character myself.

I never had the full story from The Chronicles of Fate and Choice from my dreams. It was more a case of seeing snippets and I had to put those snippets together like fragments of a jigsaw. Sometimes, it was just one image, a still image, that would not go away and haunted my daily thinking. Those still images were often accompanied by an emotion or knowledge, as if the rest of the story was somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, yet not talking to my conscious self. I would take those images and those emotions and give them the shape, with words, that they already wanted to be.

I completely understand when I hear authors talk about their characters as if they are real people. My characters, I know with a depth far deeper than it’s possible to understand most living people, as the connection is always with me. The scenes have been dreamt with vividness and there have been moments of emotions across the spectrum. Our minds are free when we dream, so it’s natural that they have the most spectacular thoughts.


So, if you have a desire to create, using your dreams as inspiration is a fantastic, deep, and already connected option. It can work. See those dreams like parts of a much bigger film, all being played in your head. And then draw, write, sculpt, create music, whatever artistic medium you are drawn towards, and reflect those dreams. After all, who knows what glories you may uncover.


The Immortal DivideThe Chronicles of Fate and Choice trilogyBook ThreeKS Turner
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Ruby Blaze PublishingPublication date: 29th October 2016Pages: 576
Paperback: 978-0-9562242-9-3EBook: 978-0-9562242-7-9
About the Book:
This is when it will change.
For them. For us. For everyone.
Destiny, freewill, intent, magic, science, life, everything.
This is when all those named gods will fight to the end.
This world and all worlds are fated to end. The prophet, Jychanumun, has tried to prevent it. He has spent millennia walking between life and death to find a way. The powerful Shaa-kutu have tried to prevent it. They have fought with wits and weapons and given their all. Despite their best, nothing seems capable of stopping the formidable Arrunn from completing his final fateful move. So, can Tachra change that fate?
Tachra stands between shadow and light. She has no tools or weapons, only the Earth power and true-vision. Perhaps her fellow humans will ascend to greater knowledge and unlock a new discovery. Or, if she can decipher the Book of Fate, perhaps that will hold a key to saving them all. But when that last prophecy comes, will she make the right choice?
After all, that fate has already been written:"If any survive, it will be known as the three day darkness. If none survive, the darkness will swallow all."


About The Chronicles of Fate and Choice Trilogy

The first two books in The Chronicles of Fate and Choice (Before The Gods and Tumultus) have reached fantasy fiction fans around the world and many thousands of copies have been sold. Hugely popular in libraries and with fan mail being sent to the British author, KS Turner, from as far afield as Australia and India, it is clear that this trilogy has far-reaching appeal. Kate explains some more about the stories: “The novels have powerful characters. The kutu are angels, or gods, or aliens, or indeed all three. I think the human, Tachra, describes them perfectly in the prologue of Tumultus:
‘These kutu are beautiful, intelligent and strong. They exist in a state of energy and matter, and are able to live in any combination of the two. They thrive on change and are constantly moving, seeking to be the best that they can be. The kutu feel and think much as humans do, only more, much more. They are capable of great things, great thoughts and great acts. They can fly like birds when they wish, using their energy wings. I’ve seen them. They can eat as we eat, when in flesh. I have feasted with them. And when they laugh, it lights up the air with the most beautiful colours: fluid, luminous and glittering colours that reflect their very nature. I see their condensed power; it swirls around them in colours that we have no name for. I see their thoughts. All thoughts have intent, complex or simple, and theirs share aspects of both. And I can see inside their souls. Like a map of three-dimensional shapes their essences are clear to me, if I look.'
Along with these striking kutu, and the innocence of early humans here on Earth, I wanted the novels to be action based with weaving plots and sub-plots. But, I also wanted to tackle some of the biggest questions through the novels; questions about our origins, life, death, evil, consciousness and choice. I know... I do like to bite off a big chunk. And this trilogy deserves the biggest chunk I can manage.”



About the Author:
Originally trained as an illustrator and designer at Saint Martins School of Art and at Middlesex University, KS Turner turned to fiction when she saw the limitless possibilities of connectivity it offered. Before her shift in career, she worked as a fashion designer for major high-street brands, a graphic designer for musicians, and a product designer for corporations, as well as dabbling with designing technology, sustainable energy, and textiles.
A vivid series of dreams were the inspiration for the Chronicles of Fate and Choice books. Kate initially tried illustrating her dreams, but found the medium too limiting for the story she had seen, so began writing. At first she didn’t have any intention of writing novels, but the books soon started to come together.
Her first two novels, Before the Gods, and Tumultus, were featured in many magazines, won book of the month with Spirit and Destiny magazine, fantasy of the year with Bookbag, and the ‘Must Read Now’ awards with SciFiNow magazine.
When Kate isn't writing, she draws, paints and sculpts as well as studying maths, science, theology and philosophy. She loves to play music, explore, nurture nature and spend time with friends and family. She lives in Somerset.
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Interview - Seraphina’s Awakening by Sheena Hutchinson

What inspired your story?
Most of my stories are inspired by a crazy dream of mine. A lot like my character, I have these insanely vivid dreams. I wake up the next day and can’t wait to start jotting them down.
Is the setting to your story important? 
Most of my books take place in the same town (Angelica, NY). It was a town I created myself based upon my own home town. Both my paranormal and my contemporary series take place here. I love showing how the supernatural affects the contemporary world.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
It was all made real the first time I ever held my very own paperback in my hands. Granted it wasn’t very thick, but it was such a surreal moment. “I wrote this—this is real” moment. There’s nothing like it.
What were your goals as an author and have any of them come true?
My goals as an author would include: hitting the NY Times/ USA today best sellers list, Finishing my first series! , Finishing all the books I have ideas for. (A girl can dream!) Getting my paperbacks into a physical store
Goals Accomplished: Finishing my first book. Getting my first Book Bub promotion. Getting my first royalty check. Attending my first Author Event.
What genres do you normally write in? 
I write contemporary and paranormal romance. My first love is the supernatural. I love the aspect of the unknown.
Is there a genre you haven’t written in that one day you’d like to tackle? 
I’ve been dabbling with this post-apocalyptic (Dystopian) story for over a year now. I’m hoping to one day get it all written out and published.
What was the craziest thing you’ve ever done when it came to a storyline in your book?
So far, the craziest thing I’ve written about was the drug use in Uncovering Officer Smith. It was hard to describe and really get into it (especially when I’ve never done it myself) but it was needed for the story readers needed to feel how far Becca had fallen.
Seraphina’s AwakeningThe Seraphina SeriesBook OneSheena Hutchinson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Sheena Hutchinson LLC
Date of Publication: 9/1/16
ISBN: 978-1535329439ASIN: B01IC2V53I
Number of pages: 328Word Count: Aprox 75,200
Cover Artist: Cover Me Darling
Book Description:
For as long as she can remember, Seraphina Cross has experienced these visions that made her feel like there was more to life. It wasn’t until one moment, one accident that her life changed forever.
She awakens the next day a new person in more ways than one. With no recollection of past night’s events, she’s forced to adapt to certain sensations she is experiencing all while trying to piece together what exactly happened to her that fateful night. Her strange, hectic life doesn’t seem to make sense until she meets a handsome stranger. Only then does the puzzle finally piece itself together.
What she doesn’t expect is the new powers she has developed attracting all kinds of unwanted attention. Thrown into a world she never truly believed existed she is forced to come to grips with who she is becoming while staying out of trouble long enough to figure out what needs to be done to fulfill her destiny.
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Excerpt #1
Nathanael
Wind bristles through the trees as the moon casts a ghostly glow over the silent woods. The sounds of the Earth make their way to Nathanael while he’s sitting on the edge of the windowsill with one knee bent. His skillful eyes survey the black trees surrounding the little farmhouse. The peaceful street causes him to relax, leaning slightly off his knee. His nose rises to meet the breeze. The air has changed. The cold has actually turned into a scent: crisp and earthy. The edges of the leaves have started to turn a shade of red. A grunt brings his attention back inside the room. Placing a leg on the ground, he examines the tree line one last time for good measure before climbing to his feet. If the Lord is testing him, he sure doesn’t plan on failing. Sera begins to toss and turn on her bed. The covers tangle between her legs. This happens every once and a while. Sometimes he’ll catch her mumbling something, but tonight she just rolls back onto her side. Gibberish escapes her lips. Nathanael takes a few steps closer, propping himself onto the foot of her sleigh bed. He assumes his crouched position, always ready to pounce. Things on Earth are so… unpredictable. His eyes dart over her shadowed furniture.With another groan, her head flips to the other side. “Demons,” she gasps, loud enough for him to make out. His wings extend in response to the word. The heat swirls inside the palm of his hands readying himself. It only takes one swooping flap of his wings before he is airborne, hovering above her.She never awakens. Her auburn hair flings from side to side as she thrashes about. He glances around the cluttered room again trying to remember the protocol: Do not step in with Earthly affairs, unless your subject is in danger. His fists clench at his sides. He struggles to contain himself. There’s this powerful urge inside of him to take action.Again, he surveys the room preparing for everything, anything. Guarding the Throne has made him a little… paranoid. Here on Earth has proven to be a little monotonous in comparison. Regardless of what he was once responsible for, he will take pride in whatever position he’s granted. The order came from the Lord Almighty, himself. He continues to remind himself, shaking his head. Although, as the days go by he finds it feels less and less like a demotion.
After a few minutes, her thrashing calms and her murmuring halts. His wings retract, causing him to land on the edge of her bed. Her dreams have grown increasingly vivid over the past few months. What could she possibly have been dreaming about that involved… demons?   

About the Author:
Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can't seem to hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny has lead her back to her true passion for writing. 

She constantly strives to be a positive role model and writes stories that empower and inspire. Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after.
While God is currently still writing her love story, she continues to put all her effort into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.
For more info, updates, and fun facts visit her website at www.SheenaHutchinson.com
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Falcon: ResistanceKBS Next GenerationBook OneVictoria Danann
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Science Fiction Fantasy
Publisher: 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC           
Date of Publication: October 28, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-933320-60-1 ASIN:  B01JXYGY4O
Number of pages: 304Word Count: 76k
Cover Artist: Victoria Danann
Book Description:
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Storm wanted to appear nonchalant, but couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Ram when he said, “I’ll bet Elora would like to sashay by there tonight. We know she has a thing for talking vampire.”Ram caught the mischievous gleam in Storm’s eye and knew Storm was teasing, but it was also a dig that didn’t go down easy. After three children and years of married life, the way Baka and Elora had interacted, back in the day, still bothered Ram. And Storm knew it.Rammel carefully set his whiskey tumbler down on the table beside him before launching himself out of his chair so fast it looked like he’d been sitting on an eject mechanism. He flew across the space that separated them and attempted to get Storm in a headlock.“What are you doing?!?” Storm wheezed, turning red and trying to get his breath while Ram’s forearm cut off his windpipe. “It was a joke!”Ram didn’t respond to that protest because he didn’t care if it was a joke. He jerked Storm out of the chair by his neck, which was a testament to Ram’s strength because Storm was still a big well-muscled guy. As soon as they fell to the floor together, Ram hauled back and launched a fist that caught Storm in the side. Storm reacted by rolling over so that he could get enough room to clip Ram on the side of the face. Kay, of course, was yelling and doing his best to break it up, but in the process took punishing hits from both of them.Several of the other knights came to assist Kay and fifteen minutes later, the three veteran members of B Team were standing in the Sovereign’s office, being called on the carpet like they were kids.“The. Hel.” said Glen, clearly furious. “Every trainee in Jefferson Unit has already heard that B Team were brawling in our own club lounge, rolling around on the floor like… like…”“Brawlers?” Kay suggested.“Famous legendary elite vampire hunters indeed.” The sarcasm was dripping from every word Glen uttered. “A fine example you set for the next generation tonight.”“He started it,” Storm mumbled.“You did not say what I think you just said,” Glen looked incredulous. “Is this some kind of midlife crisis?”That hit a mark. All three men looked horrified. “We’re no’ yet even thirty five,” Ram protested.“You’re acting like you’re not yet five.”Ram glared at Storm. “There are just some things you do no’ say about an elf’s mate.”Glen pulled back and studied Ram for a minute. “I don’t believe there is any power in heaven or hel that could make me believe Engel Storm insulted Elora Laiken.”“Well,” Ram hedged, “he did no’ insult her per se.”“Per se,” Glen repeated.“Aye. Per se.”Glen threw up his hands. “You know, I don’t really care what happened. If you were Z Team, I’d just roll my eyes and say, ‘What else is new?’ The three of you are going to be guest speakers at one ethics and decorum class per grade during this term.”“Oh, for…” Kay started.“Not. Another. Word.” Glen walked over and opened the door to his office. “Get out. And shame on you.”Standing in the outer offices, Kay looked at the door that had been shut in his face and said, “I didn’t do anything! In fact I tried to stop it.”Ram and Storm started walking down the hall toward the elevator. Storm turned to Ram and said, “Look what you did now.”“You want me to? Pull your shirt up so I can see.”“There’s nothing to see. You on the other hand are going to need some ice soon if you don’t want that eye to swell shut.”Ram reached up and touched it. “You got me good,” he smiled.Storm’s face split into a proud smile. “You’re gonna be wearing my mark for a while. Elora’s gonna chew your royal rear end when she hears about this.”
By that time Kay had caught up. From behind them he said, “Maybe you two are having a midlife crisis.”

About the Author:
New York Times bestselling author of thirteen romances. Victoria's Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES THREE YEARS IN A ROW. Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.
Co-host of the ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast.
Her paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on "imaginary" creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and, occasionally, enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, werewolves, hybrids, psychics, or past life therapists. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners... usually.
The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.
Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.
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Mated to Three by Sam Crescent Haunted Halloween Spooktacular

Mated to Three Sam Crescent
Release Date: October 1, 2016ISBN: 978-1-945193-57-6
Categories: Shifters, Multiple Partners, Paranormal
Flame: 4
Price: $2.99
Book Description:
Three is always better than one!
Reese, Alpha of the Riser Woods pack, has a crush on Bethany, a human waitress. He can’t have her, but he can’t stop looking at her.
Draco finds Bethany attractive, but he sees that his Alpha wants her and keeps his distance.
Alex, her boss, is a Bear shifter, and also an Alpha.
All three want her, but none can have her. When Bethany is attacked by a mysterious wolf, the changes in her body are instant. All three men feel her, crave her, need her. It goes against all laws, but there’s no stopping it. Bethany is mated to three men, and all of them will do everything in their power to protect her.




Hi everyone,
It’s almost Halloween, and I have to say I love this time of year. Not because of all the scary movies, I can’t handle those. The scariest thing I can watch at this time of year is Monsters House. I’m not ashamed to say that lol. Anyway, I think what I love is I’m able to embrace my inner child with Halloween. Most of the time I always have to be a grown up, whereas for one day, we’re encouraged not to.
In the UK, up until recently we didn’t really celebrate it. Since I’ve grown up, and of course Halloween has become more common, I love it. I buy pumpkins every single year, carve them up, and then I try to also create like a Halloween feast. Last year I actually did a monster meat loaf head.
So, here is my list of must haves at my Halloween.
1. Monsters House, ParaNorman, and Hocus Pocus.
Yeah, yeah, I know kids film, but you have to admit, they’re pretty darn good. Also, I do NOT watch horror films
2. Michael Jackson’s Thriller
It just has to be played.
3. Pumpkins
A must for carving.
4. Costumes
I’ve yet to dress up, but it does look like so much fun. I’d love to dress up like Sarah from Hocus Pocus lol.
5. Creepy inspired food.
I’ve made monster meatloaf, mummy sausage rolls, superhero soup, and other delicious stuff.
6. Decorations
I do not go crazy with the whole house, but the dining room, hell yeah.
7. Candy
It’s the perfect excuse to eat as much as you want.
I’m afraid that is it from me. I can’t think of anything right now, but what I do wish, is you all a scary Halloween.
About the Author:
Sam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011.
She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.
For more information on other books by Sam, visit her official website: http://SamCrescent.Wordpress.com
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Haunted Halloween Spooktacular Chained to the Tiger’s Bed Kelex

Chained to the Tiger’s Bed Kelex
Release Date: October 1, 2016ISBN: 978-1-945193-55-2
Categories: Gay, Shifters, BDSM
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Book Description:
What’s ten million to a multi-billionaire, when he wants someone worth much more?
When Dylan Howell is handed over to a ruthless tiger to pay his father’s business debt, he’s sure his life is over.  He won’t be used and abused as a sexual slave to the shifter, no matter how much he craves Jameson Ravensworth’s touch.
Jameson knows the omega lion is his from the minute the man walks into his office.  The money means nothing to him, not when something he desires more is offered up to him. 
Dylan struggles to fend off Jameson and his wicked lusts.  The lion soon learns the depths of Jameson’s dark delights as well as senses his own depravity.  As his body is tormented, he grows closer to the tiger, but how can he fall in love when he’s owned body and soul?



I was writing this very boring, very blah post where I skipped about, talking about how much I love Halloween… which led me to how much I love all the creatures who go bump in the night… and then on to my love of the Immortals After Dark series… and on to how I met Kresley Cole at RT in New Orleans…
And then, I realized it was a total snoozefest, deleted the lot of it (you’re welcome), and then focused on the part that really interested me—New Orleans. (Sorry, KC is absolutely amazing, but if we’re talking Halloween, then it’s NOLA all the way!)
Show of hands—who’s been to the French Quarter?
It’s one of my absolute favorite places on earth and when you’re there, you can feel the thick, rich past comingling with the paranormal hovering on the other side of the veil.  No doubt about it, the place is creepy in the best kind of way. 
Past and present merge in the Crescent City.  From the amazing architecture, the jazz music you can hear from just about every corner, to the hundreds of dead resting under the boiling sun and tempting you for a visit—the city’s rich supernatural history is just waiting to be undug.
One of my favorite spots in town are the city of the dead.  NOLA’s cemeteries are a wonderfully eerie places to visit, no matter the time of year, but on All Hallow’s Eve, the dead seem to grow impatient with the living.  You can sense their desire to reach through and touch life once more.
And perhaps some do.
Voodoo, Hoodoo, and Catholicism blend together to create the city’s own allegory.  There is no place like it in the world.  No wonder so many paranormal authors use it as a backdrop for their stories.  The wild and the weird are the norm in NOLA, and what better place for an alpha werewolf or a tiger shifter to hide amongst humans?
The city has found its way into several of my books and after writing this post, I just might have to write another.
I’m kicking myself in the arse at the moment, because Chained to the Tiger’s Bed might have been more fun if it had taken place in New Orleans instead of New York.  What was I thinking?


About the Author:
Kelex is a bestselling gay erotica author, writing contemporary to fantasy to sci-fi and everything between.
Living in the south, Kelex swelters at the laptop, writing spicy tales to the sound of soulful jazz music in the background.
For more information on other books by Kelex, please visit www.kelexerotica.blogspot.com
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Cover Reveal Steele City Blues by Karen Greco

Steele City BluesHell’s Belle SeriesBook 3Karen Greco
Genre: urban fantasy/paranormal romance
Date of Publication: January 3, 2017
Word Count: 98,000
Formats available: epub, mobi, pdf
Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig
Book Description:
Blood Ops leader Dr. O is chained in the bowels of Steele City, the state’s maximum security prison, and the clock is ticking for Nina and Frankie to bust him out.
Now that supernatural creatures are out of the closet, Providence is descending into an Apocalyptic wasteland. With the abrupt shut down Blood Ops, Nina and Frankie are on their own to save Dr. O and the other supernatural prisoners from certain death. Not knowing where Demon Mayor Bertrand’s loyalties lie, they are forced to rely on some questionable allies to battle Leila, a powerful vampire/witch hybrid hell bent on creating a indestructible supernatural army. She also happens to be Nina’s mom.
Alliances are tested and relationships fractured as Nina and her band of supernatural crime fighting misfits are pushed to the breaking point.




About the Author:
Karen Greco is originally from Rhode Island and loves hot wieners from New York System, but can't stand coffee milk. She studied playwriting in college (and won an award or two). After not writing plays for a long time, a life-long obsession with exorcists and Dracula drew her to urban fantasy, where she decapitates characters with impunity. Steele City Blues is the third book in the Hell’s Belle series, after Hell’s Belle (the first) and Tainted Blood (number two). She writes contemporary romance for a small press under the pen-name Jillian Sterling, and has a day job in entertainment publicity. She does not speak in the third person all that often.
Really.
http://www.karengrecoauthor.com/
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The Books Are For Christmas But These Authors Are Sharing Their Favorite Halloween Costumes and Scary Movies

These Authors Share Their Favorite Halloween Costumes


Ruth Logan Herne

Crotchety Old Lady Slightly Sinister... :)



Donna Alward

As little as possible. :) I confess I'm not really a Halloween person.

Laura Trentham

I was a roller derby girl for an adult Halloween party a couple of years ago. Everything was great until after a couple of drinks, I fell on my tailbone. Nothing was seriously hurt except for my pride though! The next year, my hubby and I went as bacon and eggs. Very safe (and delicious:)

Nancy Naigle

Pocahontas!  Easy to answer this one because I was Pocahontas for Halloween in the 2nd grade, the 6th grade, in junior high and even as an adult...twice. All with different costumes, and each more elaborate than the last.  In the 2nd grade I was Pocahontas and my little brother (3 years my junior) was Chief Powhatan. My mom even made a wooden papoose for me and made my baby doll a matching Indian outfit complete with headband and a feather. 
I might just have to find a costume party to attend. I'm in the mood to craft another Pocahontas outfit this year.




Margaret Brownley
One year my six-foot-six husband dressed as the Jolly Green Giant and I was a can of peas.  It took forever to apply the green makeup, but it was worth it. We took the top prize at every party we attended that year.
Tara Wyatt
In college, I dressed up in a red fedora and trench coat and went as Carmen Sandiego. Where in the world am I? Eating all the candy. That's where I am.
Opal Carew
Genie! I've always loved genies. I love the magic and the power play between the genie and the genie's master. I love the costumes because they're sexy and beautiful. (I used to do belly dancing and made several costumes for myself.)
Emily March
The Uncle Sam costume we put on our beloved boxer, Doc. He was disgusted by the ordeal, but stoic. :)
Melissa Cutler
Cowgirl (of course!)


And They Share Their Favorite Scary Movie- 
but it turns out many don't have a scary favorite because these romance writers love a happy ending...and if you've ever watched a horror movie you know there's rarely a happy ending in those.
Ruth Logan Herne
None! I'm a writer, I get scared too easy! Too many what-ifs going on in my head!

Multi-published, best-selling author RUTH LOGAN HERNE likes nothing better than writing stories that warm the heart and ease the troubled soul. The author of more than fifteen Love Inspired contemporary novels, the “Double S Ranch” trilogy with PRH/Waterbrook and inspiring women’s fiction for Franciscan Media, Ruth has also become proficient in writing successful novellas for Zondervan, Summerside Press and several highly acclaimed novellas for the independent ebook market. Equally at home writing about small town folks or delving into the heart of big city neighborhoods, Ruthy lives on a farm in upstate New York, one of the snow-belt capitals of the world with her family, farm animals and pets.
Website: ruthloganherne.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/RuthLoganHerne
Twitter: @RuthLoganHerne


Donna Alward
Scary movies? No way! (Not since I was fourteen!)
While bestselling author DONNA ALWARD was busy studying Austen, Eliot and Shakespeare, she was also losing herself in the breathtaking stories created by romance novelists like LaVyrle Spencer, Judith McNaught, and Nora Roberts. Several years after completing her degree she decided to write a romance of her own and it was true love! Five years and ten manuscripts later she sold her first book and launched a new career. While her heartwarming stories of love, hope, and homecoming have been translated into several languages, hit bestseller lists and won awards, her very favorite thing is when she hears from happy readers!
Website: www.donnaalward.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/DonnaAlwardAuthor
Twitter: @DonnaAlward

Laura Trentham
I really, really hate horror movies! I was forever scarred by watching The Exorcist at the tender age of ten. Where were my parents?! Lol.
 LAURA TRENTHAM is an award-winning author of contemporary and historical romance including Caught Up in the Touch, Kiss Me That Way, and others. She is a member of RWA, and has finaled multiple times in the Golden Heart competition. A chemical engineer by training and a lover of books by nature, she lives in South Carolina.
Website: www.lauratrentham.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorLauraTrentham
Twitter: @LauraTrentham


Nancy Naigle
Scary movies creep into my dreams so I try not to watch them. I'm such a chicken that even the movie trailers they put on prime time television freak me out sometimes! I can't say that I'd call it a "favorite", but the scary movie that still gives me chills every time I think about it is. . .The Shining. Eek!
USA Today bestselling author NANCY NAIGLE whips up small-town love stories with a dash of suspense and a whole lot of heart. Now happily retired, she devotes her time to writing, antiquing, and the occasional spa day with friends. A native of Virginia Beach, she currently calls North Carolina home. Her books include Sweet Tea and Secrets, Mint Juleps and Justice, and Christmas Joy.
Website: www.nancynaigle.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/NancyNaigleAuthor
Twitter: @nancynaigle

Margaret Brownley
I'm a scaredy cat, so Casper the Friendly Ghost is about as close as I'll ever get to a scary movie.

MARGARET BROWNLEY is a New York Times bestselling author and past Romance Writers of America RITA finalist with more than 30 novels to her credit. Not bad for someone who flunked 8th grade English. Just don't ask her to diagram a sentence. Margaret and her husband have three grown children and live in Southern California.
Website: margaret-brownley.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/MargaretBrownleyAuthor
Twitter: @margaretbrownly

Tara Wyatt
Poltergeist. An oldie but a goodie! I love a good ghost story.
 TARA WYATT is a contemporary romance and romantic suspense author. Known for her humor and steamy love scenes, Tara’s writing has won several awards, including the Unpublished Winter Rose, the Linda Howard Award of Excellence, and the Heart of the West. A librarian by day and romance writer by night, Tara lives in Hamilton, Ontario with the world's cutest dog and a husband who makes all of her heroes look like chumps. Find her on Twitter @taradwyatt. She'd love to hear from you!
Website: www.tara-wyatt.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/tarawyattauthor
Twitter: @taradwyatt

Opal Carew
I don't typically watch scary movies, unless you count things like The Day After Tomorrow, Armageddon, and 2012. (Adam Lambert sang the theme song for 2012 and I’m a huge fan of his, so that was a delightful bonus!) I did watch Shaun of the Dead which I thought was fun and I enjoyed Cabin in the Woods, too.

OPAL CAREW is the author of more than eighteen erotic romances for St. Martin's Press including Forbidden Heat,Pleasure Bound, Twin Fantasies, and other erotic romance novels. She lives in Canada and makes regular trips to the U.S. to speak at conferences and industry events.
Website: www.opalcarew.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/OpalCarewRomanceAuthor
Twitter: @OpalCarew

Emily March
Jaws
EMILY MARCH is the New York Times, Publishers Weekly, and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty novels, including the critically acclaimed Eternity Springs series. Publishers Weekly calls March a "master of delightful banter," and her heartwarming, emotionally charged stories have been named to Best of the Year lists by Publishers Weekly, Library Journal, and Romance Writers of America. A graduate of Texas A&M University, Emily is an avid fan of Aggie sports and her recipe for jalapeño relish has made her a tailgating legend.
Website: www.emilymarch.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/emilymarchbooks
Twitter: @emilymarchbooks


Melissa Cutler
I can't watch scary movies. I love happy endings!
Melissa Cutler is the author of The Mistletoe Effect and the One and Only Texas series. She knows she has the best job in the world writing sexy contemporary romances and romantic suspense. She was struck at an early age for an unrelenting travel bug and is probably planning her next vacation as you read this. When she's not globetrotting, she's enjoying Southern California's flip-flop wearing weather and wrangling two rambunctious kids.
Website: www.melissacutler.net
Facebook: www.facebook.com/MelissaCutlerBooks
Twitter: @m_cutler


Mandy Baxter
Definitely Evil Dead and Evil Dead II. Not the remake, the classics with Bruce Campbell. They're a Halloween staple and a cult classic in my house. 

MANDY BAXTER lives in rural Idaho. She's a part-time pet wrangler, a full-time sun worshiper, and only goes out into the cold when coerced. She loves black clothes, pink appliances and thinks junk food should be a recognized food group. In the summer, she can be found sitting by the lake, enjoying the view from her dock.
Website: mandy-baxter.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorMandyBaxter
Twitter: @MandyJBaxter

MARY CONNEALY writes fun and lively "romantic comedy with cowboys" for the inspirational market. She is also a bestselling author of full-length book series including: Wild at Heart, Trouble in Texas, Kincaid Brides, Lassoed in Texas, Montana Marriages, and Sophie's Daughters. Mary is a Rita and Christy Award finalist and a two time winner of the Carol Award. Mary is the author of 17 novellas besides her 28 trade fiction books.
Website: hmaryconnealy.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/maryconnealy
Twitter: @MaryConnealy

Beneath It All: An Introduction to Piper and Jack (with art by Bianca Duarte)

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Piper Goldhirsch grew up on the backstage of Broadway. As the granddaughter of a Jewish immigrant and daughter to a successful theater make-up artist, Piper spent her youth in New York learning interesting makeup techniques, and harboring the dream of someday becoming a serious journalist.As an adult, like most dreams, hers became a bit thwarted by the real world. She now hosts Business Buster, a tabloid, Undercover Boss-esque prime time show. It’s not her dream job, and it’s sleazier than she’d like, but it pays the bills, and she’s good at it.
Jack Spencer got thrown out of marine biology graduate school for not being serious enough about his academics and being too much of a cocky, free spirit. But chuck him on a boat out on the open ocean, give him a compass, and he’ll show you the world, and then some. Jack lives life day-to-day, and finds his home on the water. He’s recently opened a whale watching tour business in Balboa Island, California, and he’s getting noticed by angry competitors for how often he can spot whales and marine wildlife due to his knowledge of their habits and seasonal patterns.
Jack wasn’t looking for love when he went to the Halloween Ball, but when he clamped eyes on Piper for the first time, a spark ignited inside that led to this….
And this…

And… well, you get the picture. If you need more clarification, there’s more art on my website. ;) Piper and Jack have the greatest sex of their lives with a magnetic, deeper pull begging to be explored between them, but Piper leaves soon after. She wants to bank the memory of their time together as a magical moment in the midst of her busy life which she can look back on and draw strength from. She just about manages to do it… until Jack becomes her show’s next target.
Piper has to go undercover to expose Jack’s mysterious secret, but when she realizes he’s the same man she slept with and can’t stop thinking about, the sparks are about to fly this Halloween, so get ready to Batten Down the Hatches!



Batten Down the HatchesCosta Mesa SeriesBook OneRoxanne D Howard
Publisher: Loose Id

Release Date: October 25, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-68252-230-1

Genre: Contemporary, Holiday, Halloween

Word Count: 26,242

Cover Art by Natalie Duarte 
Design by April Martinez

Book Description:
Piper Goldhirsch is the head reporter for Business Buster, an Undercover Boss-esque tabloid exposé show. While it was never her dream job, it pays the bills. When she attends a masked Halloween Ball and has a passionate affair in the billiard room with a sexy costumed pirate captain who calls himself Captain Jack, what starts out as a few kind words and exchanged kisses soon transforms into the greatest sex of her life, and she’s haunted by the powerful magic between them. Piper parts ways with the mysterious stranger, and assumes she’ll never see him again… until he becomes her job’s next target.
Captain Jack Spencer runs his own brand new whale watching company, Ahoy, Matey, on the outskirts of Costa Mesa and Balboa Island. He’s so good at it he’s garnered the attention of rival companies. Piper is called in by Jack’s nemesis to go undercover on an ocean tour to expose him, and reveal his alleged illegal tricks that have made his business so successful in a short amount of time. But when Piper realizes he’s the same sexy man she slept with at the Halloween Ball, she’s emotionally conflicted. Jack is unable to forget the woman from Halloween, and when they do meet up again, they can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s time to Batten Down the Hatches, because the waves are about to get wild!

About the Author:
Roxanne D. Howard is an author with Loose Id. She has two titles published and one series coming out over the holidays. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and has a bachelor's degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. She is also an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and loves everything related to marine biology. She resides in the mid-western United States, and is the proud mother of two beautiful girls, several pets, and loves to spend time with her husband and children when she's not writing. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and she can be contacted at author@roxannedhoward.com.
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Eden’s Deliverance by Rhenna Morgan

Eden’s DeliveranceThe Eden SeriesBook FourRhenna Morgan
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Rhenna Morgan
Date of Publication: October 11, 2016
ISBN: Print - 978-1-945361-03-6 /ISBN: E-book - 978-1-945361-02-9ASIN: B01IUR28TA
Number of pages: 277Word Count: 98,794
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Book Description:
Fate is the life we’re given. Destiny is what we do with it.
Captured as a child and forced into slavery by the Rebellion’s leader, Brenna Haven was raised in near isolation with the utmost cruelty. She knew nothing of kindness or compassion until Fate orchestrated her rescue. Finally free, she wants nothing more than to return to her home. To reconnect with her human family and live a simple, quiet life. But her newfound powers demand an entirely different future. One fraught with danger and a terrifying role in an ancient Myren prophecy.
A battle-hardened warrior and sworn bodyguard to the king, Ludan Forte wields a powerful, memory stealing gift. But his skill comes with a price. A torturous burden he’s hidden since his awakening over a hundred years ago. He never dreamed he’d find relief, let alone be tempted to forgo his vows to the king. Yet in Brenna’s sweet beguiling presence, the weight he bears is lifted. And when her role in the prophecy threatens her life, he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe.
This is the final book in the Eden Series.
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She’s not your concern. Ludan tightened his grip on the castle’s thick mahogany door until he thought the wood would snap. He’d fed himself the same damned mantra since the first time he’d seen Brenna, over and over in an endless loop. Along with all the other voices.Ian ambled up beside him and stared down the veranda in time to see Brenna disappear around the far side of the castle. “What the hell did you say to her?”“I didn’t say anything.” Forcing his fingers free, Ludan let the door slip shut. The land on the far end of the castle was quiet. No other energy patterns registered near the ocean where Brenna had headed, nor in the forest beyond. Only blinding midmorning sun and the bold blue Myren sky filled the quiet landscape in between. He still didn’t like it. Too much weirdness had gone down in the last few months. Serena and Angus’s page, Sully, disappearing. The Spiritu. The prophecy. He glanced at Ian beside him. “Go find Lexi. Have her take you to Evad today. I’ll find Brenna and bring her back.”“You sure that’s a good idea?”The bite in Ian’s tone cut through Ludan’s focus. “Why wouldn’t it be?”“Because you looked like you were an inch away from ripping her head off.”Hardly. A hopeless junkie would surrender his fix before he’d hurt Brenna. Not that Ian would know that. None of them would. Ever. “I had things on my mind.” Like how anytime she got within fifteen feet of him the nonstop racket in his head downgraded to a more tolerable decibel.Ian cocked his head and anchored his hands in the pockets of his jacket, studying Ludan with a level of scrutiny that probably came in slow-mo precision. The son of a bitch was too damned perceptive. Cops—or former-cops turned PI in Ian’s case—usually were. “Track down Lexi,” Ludan grumbled before Ian could latch on to any ideas. “The sooner I find Brenna and you’re in Evad running reconnaissance, the sooner I can get back to guarding Eryx.” He strode away and shook the weight of Ian’s stare off his back. This whole damned place was one giant microscope lately. Suspicious stares. People digging into his personal life and asking questions they had no right to ask. Ian could think whatever the fuck he wanted. Tracking Brenna and making sure no other shit storms were on the horizon was just common sense, nothing more.Justify it however you want, but you’d follow her with or without a prophecy.His conscience’s uppercut nailed him square in the gut and yanked him to a halt at the castle’s edge. Beyond the stone safety wall, Brenna stood staring down at the cove. Her dark hair whipped in the heavy ocean winds while the rest of her stood still as a statue. In the past few months, he’d watched from the sidelines as she’d fought her way back from near death. Seen her creep from the timid shell she’d survived behind after fifteen long years with Maxis. Studied how every day her posture got a little taller, her shoulders squared, and her chin had raised a fraction higher. Today was different. Something in her near-black eyes seemed fractured. Broken. Off in a way that tripped all kinds of warning bells.Pushing his Myren senses out along the cove, he gauged for any disturbance he might have missed. A larken swooped and sang high overhead, his deep blue body a near perfect match to Brenna’s gown. Except for the bird and Brenna, no other forms of energy stirred. No visible threats, which meant whatever plagued her had already happened, or originated in her head. He should leave her be and get Lexi. Combat and stealth were all he had to offer. If either were worth a damn when it came to emotions, he’d have slain his own demons years ago. Histus, even Ian would be better at this than him. At least Ian shared something in common with her. Two humans whose lives had been turned upside down by Maxis Steysis.A memory surged to the forefront of his mind, and his knees nearly buckled. His mother, bloody and battered. Defiled and broken in a way no woman should ever know. Her screams roared above all the other memories battling for space in his head, sending painful shards between his temples.He shook his head and focused on the grass beneath his boots. How the silver on the bold green blades sparked on the morning sun. How the rich, dark soil beneath it was still damp from storms the night before. It was just a memory. The worst of all the ones he had to relive, for sure, but in the past. This was now. Brenna still hadn’t moved. She probably just needed time alone, a concept he of all people understood, but he could check on her without making her uncomfortable. Pulling his mask into place, he blended with the elements, hiding his presence as he took to the sky and circled up and over the cove. A desperate, almost palpable propulsion urged him faster, directing him no more than twenty feet in front of her. She stared out at the sea, her gaze empty and unfocused. He knew that look. Resignation and defeat. Had staggered beneath the weight of both for too damned many years. Her hands were fisted tight at her sides, and her toes touched the bluff’s edge. Surely she wouldn’t try to take her life. Not now. Not after all she’d survived.As if in answer to his thoughts, Brenna’s head snapped up, and her focus sharpened on the horizon. The muscles along his shoulders uncoiled, and he huffed out a relieved exhale. Whatever had gripped her was gone now. Even her energy sparked brighter than moments before, as if the ocean’s breeze had slipped beyond the confines of her skin and swept the sleeping monsters from her soul. Still, he’d be smart to keep an eye on her. The dark, untamed presence inside him lifted its head, ears perked. The clawing hunger and compulsion he kept hidden and buried from everyone else rippled to the surface. Too close. An animal scenting the most succulent prey.He forced himself an extra twenty feet away. Being closer to Brenna was a bad idea. Blissful in the way she dampened the backlash of his gift, but far too risky with the beast. That ugly, unpredictable part of him was only fit for battle. He’d mention his concerns for Brenna to Lexi or Galena. Brenna would be more comfortable with them anyway.He turned for the castle, the memory of her soulful, near-black eyes and the way they’d focused on his lips this morning superimposing on the brilliant sunrise in front of him. For the sweetest, most torturous moment, he could have sworn she wanted him. Craved him the way he wanted her. But that couldn’t be right. She was afraid of men. All of them. Beneath him, the tossing seas transitioned to the plush green grass surrounding the castle. He had a job to do. The job he was born to do. The sooner he got back to it, the sooner that taut, insistent tug that stretched between him and Brenna would go away. At least he hoped it would. Either that, or he’d have to spar and drink himself into a stupor like he had the last few weeks.A shriek rang out behind him, the sheer terror of it searing white-hot shrapnel inside his chest.Before his mind had fully registered Brenna as its source, his body acted on instinct. The distance he’d created between them swept by in a blur. The only object in perfect focus was Brenna, her fingers digging into the loose clay and her slender arms pushing with all she had. The slick, moss-covered edges crumbled.Brenna’s fingers slipped through the clay, and she dropped out of sight. The beast roared and lashed him from the inside out. Fear supercharged his powers and shot him through the air so fast the wind burned his face. The powdered sand and black boulders rushed closer, Brenna only two arm spans away. Three feet from the ground, he swooped beneath her and angled up at a sharp pitch. His heart slammed an angry protest, and his lungs burned for air, but Brenna was flush against him. Shaking violently in his arms with a brutal grip on his shoulders, but safe. He held them there, high above the ocean, and cradled her closer. Her breath chuffed against his skin, and something wet trailed down the side of his neck. Tears. A river of them mixed with gentle sobs. And he could hear them. Each raspy inhalation as clear as a whisper in the dead of night. The ocean and the larken, too. No voices clouding the sounds around him. No memories trampling each other for headspace. They weren’t just dimmed the way they normally were around her, they were gone. Absolute silence. His first reprieve in over a hundred years.His arms tightened on instinct, as though she might somehow fly away or dissipate into nothingness. Rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, he savored the silk texture against his skin and lowered his voice to a near whisper. “You’re safe.”She huddled closer, drawing her knees to her chest as her whimpers continued. The ocean tossed bold and loud beneath them. Probably not the most reassuring view from a non-flying human’s point of view.Fuck, like she’d have any other response. She’d nearly died. He couldn’t exactly expect her to lift her head and beam sunshine and roses. He drifted to a flat-topped boulder at the cove’s base and settled with the bluff wall behind him. Leaning back, he gave the wall his weight and pulled his knees in to angle Brenna closer. Damn, but she felt good. So tiny and soft. Her hand opened and closed against his chest, dragging the slick-rough fabric of his drast against his adrenaline-soaked skin in a way he probably shouldn’t enjoy, but abso-fucking-lutely did. Considering Brenna couldn’t get a solid breath in, it was also entirely the wrong thing to think about. There had to be something he could do. Something to help her find her balance.For once, a decent memory came to mind. The day he’d tried to imitate his father by jumping off their cottage roof in an attempt to fly. He’d been too little to comprehend that flight required an awakening, something that didn’t happen to eight-year-old boys. His mother had healed his wounds and held him in her lap while he cried, rocking slowly side to side.He’d liked that. A lot. So much so, he’d pretended to cry longer so he could stay.Gently, he imitated the movement, albeit more clunky than his mother. He stroked a hand from the top of her head to the small of her back, her glossy hair slick against his callused palm. Since the first time he’d seen her, he’d been fascinated by it. The darkest chocolate to match her eyes.Wind whispered through the cove, wrapping a faint vanilla scent around them. He dipped his head, his nose only inches from her temple, and inhaled deep. It was Brenna, either her hair or her skin, but whatever it was, was perfect. Comforting and soft.
The darkness inside him settled. Stilled in a way he hadn’t felt since before his awakening. Countless battles he’d fought, and bone-chilling memories he’d absorbed in the name of protecting his malran and his race, but no act felt as important as this moment. This was what armies fought to provide. What men died to protect.
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