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Spotlight and Giveaway Gonzo by Candace Blevins

Gonzo RTMCBook  SevenCandace Blevins
Genre:  MC, Bikers, Werewolves,PNR, Bad Boys
Publisher:  Excessica
Date of Publication:  May 13, 2016
Word Count: 105,300
Cover Artist:  Syneca Featherstone
Book Description:
Gonzo has not only had to come to terms with the loss of his entire family, but he also barely survived being shot in the chest multiple times while still a human, and was then later turned into a werewolf during a vicious attack while hiking as he tried to put his life back together.
Constance has had her own losses to deal with, and while nowhere near as bad as Gonzo’s, they’ve left a mark on her as well. She’s determined to live her life without a partner though, because her two sexual experiences in college convinced her she’s asexual.
Gonzo’s a biker people cross the road to avoid, while Constance has multiple doctorate degrees and works as a research scientist for a leading pharmaceutical firm. Gonzo doesn’t trust women, Constance has no use for men — and yet they’re going to find themselves working toward the same goals.
Can they form a team to do what needs to be done?
Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book Seven, can be read as a stand-alone


Chapter One ExcerptGonzo
Most everyone in the RTMC works in one of our businesses. I can bartend in a pinch, but most nights I work as a bouncer. Duke says I’m not good with people. 
He’s right. People are fucked up. Some are more fucked than others, but there’s no way to know who might be just a cunt hair away from losing their shit.
I trust my brothers in the MC and a few of their ol’ladies, but that’s it. I have no intention of having a conversation with anyone else. I mean, I have to talk to people to order food or buy shit at the store, but that isn’t a conversation. I don’t do small talk. It’s pointless.
Funny, though — I get just as many tips as Dawg when I bartend. Everyone likes Dawg. He can look a woman in the eyes for ten seconds and make her fall in love with him. Brain says they tip me as much as Dawg because I scare the fuck out of them and they don’t want to piss me off.
Apparently, I look at people and give them nightmares. Maybe they know I’d just as soon bite their head off as talk to them?
On this particular Thursday night I was bouncing, and something was up with a woman sitting at the bar.
She’d had one margarita when she first arrived, but now she was nursing a soda, and she kept looking at me, but she’d look away when I turned towards her. She wasn’t doing anything bounce-able but she had my nerves on edge. My wolf’s, too.
A group of women were having a party at one of the tables, and two of them staggered off to the bathroom. On their way back two men stood in their way — it was apparent the women wanted to go back to their table and the men weren’t letting them. I tuned into the conversation and heard the men telling the women they wanted to take them back to their place to party. The women were shit-faced, but still obviously weren’t interested and only wanted to get back to their friends. I walked to the men, wrapped a hand around the back of their necks, and leaned in to say, “They told you they aren’t interested. I see you approach them again and you’re out of here.”
I moved the men out of the way, nodded to the women to go around, and looked back to the men as I squeezed hard enough to bring tears to their eyes. “Not cool. Don’t try to pull that shit again in our bar.”
As I returned to the wall, the woman at the bar downed the rest of her soda and went to the restroom. I put her out of my mind as I stepped towards two gentlemen who seemed to be arguing over a piece of ass — and not even an attractive piece of ass. One had apparently been dating her and only broke up earlier in the week, the other had her out on a date tonight and the wounded party felt like the new guy had broken the bro-code by taking her out so soon. All I had to do was stand five feet away, cross my arms and look at them, and they sat down and lowered their voices.
Looking scary can come in handy, sometimes.
I moved back to my favorite perch, leaned against the wall so I could see the bar and dance floor, and my stomach dropped as the woman I’d been watching earlier came out of the bathroom and made a beeline for me.
Our bar in Atlanta had been a biker bar, with pretty much only friends of the one percent feeling comfortable stepping in the door. However, somehow we’d attracted the ninety-nine percent here in Chattanooga. It was incredibly profitable, but a pain in the ass to deal with outsiders, sometimes.It was hard to say this woman didn’t belong here, because so many other people were dressed just as prissy as this bitch, but I had a feeling she hadn’t stepped into anybar in years, and I wondered why she was here, alone. She might’ve been attractive if she’d been dressed different, or had her hair down — but all I could see was the prissy-assed bitch I’d first noticed paying way too much attention to me.
She stepped to me, held out her hand as if to shake mine, and said, “I’m Constance.”
I just looked at her, my arms crossed. Eventually, she dropped her hand and said, “Ummm, you’re working, right? Do you not talk when you’re working?”
I gave her my most intimidating look, but she planted her feet, squared her shoulders, and asked, “What time do you get off work? Do you think, if I stuck around, we could talk when you aren’t working?”
What the ever-loving fuck? “Are you one of those chicks who just drew up a bucket list, and you need to check off fuck a biker?”
“What? No!” she looked down a few seconds, and then met my gaze again. “I’ve never been good at this, but I appear to be doing even worse than usual. I’ve watched you, and I’m intrigued, and I’d like to get to know you.”
“You a reporter?”
She shook her head.
“A cop?”
“I’m a research scientist.”
I moved one hand to my crotch and casually rubbed. “Behavioral research? You wantin’ to know what makes bikers tick?” Okay, so now I was just fucking with her, but at this point I needed to find out who she was and why she was interested in me.
“No. Pharmaceuticals. I help invent new drugs.”
I looked up and around, zeroed in on a few conversations, and looked back to the woman. What had she said her name was? Shit. Total blank. I hadn’t given a fuck when she’d told me. Still didn’t care, but I seemed to remember it was a prissy-assed name that’d pissed me off just by watching her mouth say it.
Despite my silence and hostility, she tried again. “I’d like to take you to Waffle House, or another restaurant if you’d rather, when you get off. My treat.”
Like I couldn’t afford fucking Waffle House. If I chose to eat with the bitch, I wouldn’t let her feed me. I crossed my arms again. “And if I wanna get off while I pound my cock in your ass?”
She took a step back as her face flamed hot, and I smelled true fear from her. She’d been wary and nervous before but I’d finally managed to scare the fuck out of her.
I shook my head, disgusted. “Not gonna do anything you don’t want. Plenty of willing ass I can have — don’t have to rape someone to get it.”
“Oh, you’re mad at me for being scared when YOU are the one who said it!? Shit, this was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
She turned to leave and I grabbed her arm as I touched my earpiece. “I’m gonna take a twenty minute break.”
“She don’t seem like your type,” Dozer said with a chuckle, but I didn’t respond.
I pulled the woman into the office and closed the door. She shook her head, “No, I don’t want to be alone with you. I wanted to talk to you in a public place.”
“You want to talk? This is your only option.”
She pulled a phone out of her purse, quickly engaged it, and turned it towards me as she asked, “Do you remember her?”
I recognized the face but couldn’t remember a name. “Yeah. Years since I saw her, though. Bud kicked her out when I caught her snorting a line in the bathroom. She isn’t welcome back on RTMC property.”
The woman stared at me, her face stricken. “Someone else kicked her out? Not you?”
“I told her she had to leave because we don’t allow that shit in our compound, but Bud’s the Prez in Atlanta so he made it permanent.” I paused a few seconds as I smelled true grief coming from her. I’d been about to ask if she was a private detective who’d lied about being a research scientist, but this was personal.
“Why, what happened to her, and how do you know her?” And even more, why had she come to me, specifically? The bitch she was asking about hadn’t been a club whore — she’d only fucked me, as far as I knew. It wasn’t a relationship, but when she was around I’d usually fuck her instead of someone else. The fact I couldn’t remember her name, and had never given her a nickname, should speak volumes to how little she’d meant to me. The bitch had known her place, though. She fucked me and then left. She didn’t want conversation, didn’t ask for meals. Just spread her legs and went on her way. She’d been a damned good lay for a human, too.
“She was my sister. She’s dead.”
“And why did you come to me?” My wife died of cancer and my kids were murdered. Everyone has dead loved ones — if this cunt wanted sympathy she’d come to the wrong place.
“Can we sit down?”

“Fuck, why not.”
About the Author:
Candace Blevins lives with her husband of 18 years and their two daughters. When not working or driving kids all over the place she can be found reading, writing, meditating, or swimming.
Candace writes Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary BDSM Romance, and is currently writing a kick-ass Motorcycle Club series.
Her urban fantasy series, Only Human, gives us a world where weredragons, werewolves, werelions, three different species of vampires, as well as a variety of other mythological beings exist.
Candace's two paranormal romance series, The Chattanooga Supernaturals and The Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club, are both sister series to the Only Human series, and give some secondary characters their happily ever after.
Her Safeword Series gives us characters who happen to have some extreme kinks. Relationships can be difficult enough without throwing power exchange into the mix, and her books show characters who care enough about each other to fight to make the relationship work. Each book in the Safeword series highlights a couple with a different BDSM issue to resolve. 
You can visit Candace on the web at candaceblevins.com and feel free to friend her on Facebook at facebook.com/candacesblevins and Goodreads at goodreads.com/CandaceBlevins. You can also join facebook.com/groups/CandacesKinksters to get sneak peeks into what she's writing now, images that inspire her, and the occasional juicy blurb. 
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Release Day Blitz The Wedding Dress by Lisa Mondello

The Wedding DressTexas HeartsBook SevenThe Inheritance CollectionLisa Mondello
Genre: contemporary romance
Publisher: Lisa Mondello
Date of Publication:  5/17/2016
ISBN: 9781940512228ASIN: B017I5IAGK
Number of pages: 200Word Count:  40,000
Cover Artist: Purple Girl Design
Book Description:
Ten years ago, Hannah Ward thought she’d found the perfect wedding dress to wear when she and her childhood sweetheart, Dane Bancroft, decided to elope right after graduation.
But instead of walking down the aisle like she dreamed of, she was not only outbid on the wedding dress at the auction by an old billionaire who didn’t need the wedding dress like she did, but she never ended up getting married. Needing to escape Dane after the break-up, she enlisted in the military and left Liberty, Texas behind.
But now she’s back, and not only does she have to face Dane, the deputy sheriff in town, but she’s just been willed the very wedding dress that was supposed to be the beginning of her and Dane’s happy life together.
Can they both get a second chance so she can finally wear the wedding dress of her dreams and marry the only man she’s ever really loved?
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Excerpt:
It was just a box with fabric inside.Hannah gazed at the white box that had come with the letter with longing for time that has long since passed her by.  Although she’d stared at the dress in the auction catalogue for hours before deciding to drive to San Antonio more than ten years ago, she’d only seen that wedding dress up close for just a few minutes before it had been snatched away from her by the higher bidder.  She was a smart women.  She didn’t need the dress.  Or the memories that were now tumbling through her mind.  Good and bad, they were all there together.  The wedding dress had been the start of it all.  And the end.Sighing, she got up from the bed and walked over to the box that sat like a tangled blanket at the foot of the bed after a rough night of sleep.  The wide white organza ribbon was tied tightly around the box to keep it secure and then knotted into a pretty bow on top.  With a quick tug of the organza, the ribbon untied and fell to each side of the box.  Her heart pounded as her fingers felt for the edges of the box.  She didn’t want to see the dress.  Not really.  Why was she doing this?  She should just put it in her car and drive right over to the consignment shop in the next town and let someone else buy the dress for their wedding.  Get rid of it.  Get rid of the memory.She lifted the top of the box off and placed it carefully on the bed next to the box.  Pink and white tissue paper covered the contents, keeping her from seeing inside.“Ugh.  For an army soldier who has spent the last eight years in combat boots and fatigues, you’re being a wimp, Hannah.”She reached for the tissue paper, then quickly stopped and looked at her hands, turning them over.  Most days her hands were covered with grease and oil from working on a plane engine.  Today her hands were clean.  Even her fingernails showed the white half-moon nails that were clean.Hannah held her breath as she pushed aside the tissue paper and had her first glimpse of the dress.  A lump lodged in her throat as she thought of the day of the auction.  This was supposed to be her wedding dress.  If she’d married Dane all those years ago, she would have worn this dress.  Who knew what their lives would be like now.Taking a deep breath, she slipped out of her T-shirt, unbuttoned her cut off shorts and let them drop to the floor.  She carefully lifted the sleeveless dress out of the box, holding it by the shoulders and let the fabric drop to the floor.  There were a million buttons in the back and she knew she’d have a hard time fastening them all.  But she had to see what she looked like in the dress.  It took a while, but when the last button was fastened, she walked across the room to the mirror and looked at her reflection.“This never would have fit me like this ten years ago,” Hannah said, staring at herself in the standing mirror.  But now, it fit perfect.  It was as if she needed to grow out of the young girl’s body and become the woman she was now in order for it to fit.Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them fall.  Reaching behind her to undo the first button, she muttered, “It would have been nice.”  A gust of breeze came in through the open window.   Along with it, Hannah heard the sound of male voices talking.  Jackson had gone out for a ride earlier with Cole.  There were other ranch hands here now.  Her stomach dropped.  It wasn’t just Cole or Jackson.  If she lived a thousand years, Hannah would always recognize the deep timber of Dane Bancroft’s voice.Still wearing the dress, Hannah rushed to the window and pulled back the curtain just enough to see outside.  She groaned.“You would have to show up today.  Of all days,” Hannah muttered to herself as her heart pounded in her chest.  She gazed down from the window to the dirt driveway below.  Dane Bancroft stood next to Jackson, talking about something interesting that made them both laugh.  He was as tall as Jackson, but he wasn’t the straight up and down young man she remembered.  His police uniform did little to show off the muscles she knew were under his shirt.Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Dane lifted his face up in the direction of the window.  Their eyes locked for a brief moment.  It took a few seconds, but then he smiled, making Hannah’s heart remember what it was like to be close to him.  She actually sighed.
Damn him.

About the Author:
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling Author, Lisa Mondello, has held many jobs in her life but being a published author is the last job she'll ever have. She's not retiring! She blames the creation of the personal computer for her leap into writing novels. Otherwise, she'd still be penning stories with paper and pen. Her book The Knight and Maggie's Baby is a New York Times Bestseller. Her popular series includes TEXAS HEARTS, DAKOTA HEARTS, Fate with a Helping Hand and the new SUMMER HOUSE series. Writing as LA Mondello, her romantic suspense, MATERIAL WITNESS, book 1 of her Heroes of Providence series made the USA TODAY Bestsellers List and was named one of Kirkus Reviews Best Books of 2012. You can find more information about Lisa Mondello at lisamondello.blogspot.com and sign up for her newsletter to receive new release information at http://eepurl.com/xhxO5
Web: http://www.lisamondello.com
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Guest Blog, Playlist and Giveaway- Of Fear and Faith by N.D. Jones

N.D. Jones Guest Blog for Fang-tastic
“Of Fear and Faith” is the first book in my Death and Destiny Trilogy. Dr. Sanura Williams and Special Agent Assefa Berber are the heroine and hero of the three-part story. They are, without a doubt, my Power Couple. As such, I wrote my novel from a dual point of view—giving internal and external voice to the two main characters.
I don’t know about you, but I love dual point of view in a romance novel. I want to get into the head and heart of, not only the heroine but the hero as well. I enjoy balance in a story’s narration, the hero’s thoughts, feelings, and opinions no more important than the heroine’s and vice versa. Dual points of view in a romance novel adds an emotional depth and character understanding that isn’t as easily achieved with a single point of view. And, come on, there’s something undeniably sexy about reading a love scene from the man’s point of view, especially when he’s describing what the female is doing to him and how it makes him feel. There’s a sensual equality in such narrations that I find enjoyable to read and to write.So, as part of this guest post, I’ve created a special music playlist for “Of Fear and Faith.” It’s special because it includes great musical duets of love, sex, and passion—dual points of view at its musical finest. So if Sanura coos to Assefa,  
Hey baby how you doing tonightI wanna let you knowI wanna tell you just how I feelI wanna love you babyAnd it’s going so rightI wanna burn a candleTurn the darkness to the light
do you not want to know what’s inside Assefa’a heart? Do you not want to know what’s on his mind? Well, I know I do.
Hi baby, won’t you tell me the truthYou wanna be the oneYou can’t stay awayOh, hey darlingDon’t make no excuseWe can chase this onAnd burn the hole inside you.



Sanura and Assefa’s duets are magical, mystical, and oh so passionately rhythmic, prophetic, and fearfully powerful. Awaken your senses and embrace the pleasure of paranormal romance—the beginning of Assefa and Sanura’s love story.



Of Fear and FaithDeath and Destiny TrilogyBook 1N.D. Jones
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Siren-BookStrand Publishing
Date of Publication: July 22, 2014
ISBN: 1632583747ASIN: B00MTW85Q8
Number of pages: 288Word Count: 101,566 words
Cover Artist: Harris Channing
Book Description:
Before trust and love can take hold, grow solid roots, and blossom into a reality larger than self, fear must be conquered and faith embraced. Yet fear of an ancient prophecy, of burning magical power, and a broken heart, Sanura Williams, psychology professor, is unprepared when Special Agent Assefa Berber enters her life, hunting a preternatural serial killer. Assefa's intelligent, chocolate eyes and intoxicating aura signature stirs her fire spirit but frightens the woman.
In a world where all is not as it seems, Sanura and Assefa must battle the gods' first creations - vile predators who threaten the safety of humans. Each confrontation, each bloody clash, will bring Sanura and Assefa closer to fulfilling the prophecy of being the Fire Witch and Cat of Legend - the ones who will save humanity from the Water Witch of Legend. Death, godly magic, and physical attraction draw Sanura and Assefa to each other, but fear and faith will determine their destiny.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/g_QvkLjHEIo
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Excerpt:
She watched Makena exit the room and make a right. The hallway led to the stairs that would take Makena to the second level and to her bedroom. Two minutes later, a solidly shut door was heard, a door that never required that much force to close. After the clear dramatics, they moved to the living room, Sanura acutely aware there was no third person for her to play off of. Then the guilt came. She’d ignored it all evening, but with Assefa’s sweet, brown eyes gazing down at her, Sanura had to say, “I’m sorry about today. You drove all the way from Baltimore to pay me a visit and we didn’t even have time to talk before we were interrupted.” She really didn’t want to rehash the uncomfortable moment in the lecture hall, but she also didn’t want Richard hanging between them either. Whatever was happening between them—and, yes, something was happening—Sanura wanted, no needed, Assefa to understand that Richard no longer mattered.“No need to apologize. I had a status meeting with my division chief in DC, and College Park is almost around the corner. I should be the one to apologize for showing up unannounced and expecting you to drop everything to have a bite to eat with me.” Calm. Flatly stated.“Lunch would’ve been nice, but still—” Assefa waved another apology away and made his way to the front door, grabbing his suit jacket off the coat hook once he reached the foyer. He slid into the fine garment, the movement graceful yet quick.He didn’t seem upset, but the good humor he’d displayed earlier was gone, the beginnings of that damn mask reforming and slipping back into place. Walls. Sanura hated them. Helped her patients dismantle them. Hell, she had her own. Yet the wall Assefa was so carefully constructing bothered her. She’d followed him to the door. “Since you refuse my apology, at least let me take you to dinner tomorrow. Have you been to the Inner Harbor?”“I haven’t had time to take in Charm City, too busy trying to catch that damn adze and too tired to do anything other than sleep on my days off.”“Good, then I’ll be happy to show you downtown Baltimore, avoiding the strip clubs, of course. Unless you’re into that type of thing,” she teased, hoping to break through his wall. His shocked expression told her she’d scored a direct hit. “You aren’t the only one who can—”He kissed her. Spontaneous and shocking, it momentarily left Sanura paralyzed, unresponsive. But as his soft lips gently caressed hers, her lower brain functions finally took over, compelling Sanura to return the unexpected—but so damn nice—kiss. It was a short, undemanding kiss, serving more to test the waters than to ignite a flame. But he tasted so good, much better than any man had a right to. Spice and mint mingled in an exotic cocktail of irresistible were-cat maleness.Assefa leaned further into her, and placed a kiss on her cheek as he’d done on the front porch two weeks ago. Then he trailed those plump, sensuous lips down her neck and deeply inhaled. Sanura’s hands flew to his waist, and pulled him closer with each maddening lungful he took of her. And he took many deep, arousing breaths that sent an electrical charge cascading through Sanura’s body, settling in her core—heavy and hot.“You still smell wrong,” he finally said, head tucked in the crook of her neck, hot breath inviting more than a verbal response. “I need to know what the real you smells like.” Not quite a demand but neither a plea. “That’s part of the ritual.” She nearly moaned the words as the intensity of their auras so close together increased with every second they stayed in each other’s arms. Made worse or better, depending on how she looked at it, each time his tantalizing lips found her pulsing neck.


About the Author:
N. D. Jones lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. Having earned a M.A. in Political Science, she is a dedicated educator. She taught high school social studies for nine years. Currently, she is a professional development specialist with a local Maryland school system, working on increasing student achievement through teacher and administrator efficacy. N.D. is also a continuing education student who is pursuing her doctorate in education in Community College Leadership.
A desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers, inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.

Website: http://www.ndjonesparanormalpleasure.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ND-Jones-1148533241823677/
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Rightfully His Omega by Angelique Voisen

Rightfully His OmegaARe DubiousAngelique Voisen
Genre: Gay Wolf Shifter,with MPREG
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication:  May 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-75-3
Word Count: 18k
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Werewolves mate for life.
A rare omega, Charlie has experienced and tasted Hell’s finest. When Charlie was twelve, he died and saw his home burned down, his pack rendered extinct, and his fated mate, Caleb, taken. When Caleb returns ten years later, he intends to claim what he lost.
Caleb’s link to Charlie is unbreakable, stronger than any marriage bond. Harder now, scarred, and a reputed killer, Caleb is the kind of dominant werewolf who doesn’t understand the word no. Caleb isn’t the only one who’s changed. Charlie’s all grown up now.
If Caleb thinks Charlie’s going to bend before he breaks, he has another thing coming.
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Charlie Foster finished off his set with a final twirl around the pole onstage. The crowd went wild as the music died. Since Charlie’s leather thong was stuffed full of bills, he scooped up the remaining twenties tossed near the pole before strutting backstage. He passed by Mark, his roommate and best friend. Dressed in his favorite fireman’s outfit, Mark was ready to go next. “Sounds like a great crowd.”“Not a bad sweep. A couple of seedy characters hanging by the bar,” Charlie admitted. “Good luck out there, bro.”Once in the tiny dressing room, Charlie shrugged on a robe. He lit a stick while he counted the bills. Charlie’s fingers trembled with the simple gesture. Although he’d been clean for years, he felt anxious and jittery. God, would he kill for a fix. Charlie hadn’t had a craving for so long, but he supposed anyone in their right mind would go crazy, especially after seeing a ghost from the past. Under the lights, the only accessory he bothered to wear over the years gleamed gold, taunting him.Around him, other male dancers bitched and bickered. Usually, Charlie would join in because the boys at the Tight Asses strip club have been his family for nearly two years. Charlie began stripping to pay for his college tuition and bills, but he figured he’d make more taking off clothes than being stuck in a dead-end office job. Working here also had its perks. Some customers asked for extra services, but, for Charlie, it was all in good fun, especially since they played by his rules. Charlie also told his manager Leslie, a fierce scarred werebear, that he got to pick his customers. Speaking of their manager, Leslie poked his head into the room. “Charlie, a customer wants a private dance.”Charlie expected the request after spotting the stranger completely cloaked in shadows at the back. He took deep breaths. I’m no longer the scared little runt who couldn’t defend himself. I’m a fucking grown-up. “So, who’s the asshole, Les? You know my rules. I don’t do strangers.”Leslie paused, looking deep in thought. Leslie Meyers might be a business-minded greedy bastard, but he took care of all his boys. Something had scared Leslie, and not a lot of things could do that to the former MMA fighter. “I can ask security to escort this shifter out, but I can tell he came here looking for a fight. Discrete won’t work with this kind of fucker.”“So you’re afraid he’ll scare off the other customers?” Charlie asked sarcastically. How predictable.
About the Author:
Angelique Voisen is a bisexual, twenty-something, type-2 diabetic and multi-pubbed writer who favors LGBT and ménage pairings. She likes experimenting with different sub-genres and her stories may include cogs, fangs, space battles, kinky magic systems and happily-ever-afters. When Angel’s not writing, she’s gaming, watching B-rated action movies, or enjoying teatime with friends while enviously eyeing their cake.
For more information on other books by Angelique, visit her website: www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com
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Spotlight and Giveaway Heart’s Protector by Erzabet Bishop

Heart’s ProtectorWestmore WolvesBook TwoErzabet Bishop
Genre: Paranormal Menage romance ,Gargoyles, MM, MFM
Publisher: All Romance eBooks
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-943576-80-7
Word Count: 27k
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book Description:
Two gargoyles and a woman who needs them…
Medina Argos is a woman on the run from her present and her past. One of three sisters in an international art theft ring, she flees when a routine art heist goes too far. But this curvy girl is about to learn that some hearts beat to a different drum and the road to love is sometimes the less traveled one, even for a woman with secrets.
Thomas Sauveterre is a renowned art restoration specialist. Nothing is more important to him than his daughter, Gabrielle.  When he takes on the largest project of his career, he also gains a security officer in the bargain. But love can be hiding in the most surprising places if he can only open his heart to find it.
Grayson Maberry is a man on the brink. Charged with protecting property and guarding the family he’s currently assigned, he is torn by duty and a love that may never be. But a true guardian will wait forever and this gargoyle may have just met his match. Twice.
can be read as a standalone
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Excerpt:
“Oh my God. Will you just shut up?” Medina Argos growled under her breath as the snakes beneath her skin hissed and whispered. It was the same word, over and over again and she was about to lose her damned mind.Pretties…Yes. Pretties. She needed to find a new pretty or her sisters were going to have her head on a spit—and that was before breakfast. She massaged her temples and willed the pounding in her head to freaking stop. The print of the newspaper spread across the table swam like ants in front of her eyes.  She lowered her lids, blocking out the bright daylight streaming in through the blinds. Her snakes loved the light but she on the other hand wished it would cloud up and rain like hell. Then at least the migraine would stop. Just another thing for them to disagree about.The gallery exhibits laid out in the entertainment section tugged at her consciousness but nothing really rang true. Maybe it was the headache.Pretties…“Ugh.” She reached for her coffee and took a large gulp.The full moon was right around the corner and her snakes were at it hard today.  Their voices were a snarl of murmurs that were ever so slowly driving her insane. And they really needed another thing to focus on. Like maybe where she could go to find a good brownie. Or some chocolate chip pancakes. But all they wanted to whisper about was the one thing she couldn’t get them to agree on—their next mark. “Would you hurry up, already?” She mumbled, poking her stylus into her hair. They hadn’t popped out for a visit yet today, but if this headache kept up, goddess only knew. Temperamental at best, her girls were moody man-hating bitches most days and that was saying something. So she talked to her hair. Most shifters she knew had the same dual natured problems she did, only they weren’t stuck having snakes for hair and an ass that turned into a giant snake rear end. Well, to be fair, her legs sort of turned into the back end of a giant snake, but it was all semantics. On most people’s scale of sexy, snakes weren’t high up on the list. Hell, they probably weren’t even on the list, but when you’re smote by a goddess, it isn’t like you have much say in the matter.Other people she’d come across in her travels had at least been wolf shifters or even cats. She, on the other hand, was afflicted with a mythological curse that left her hissing at the moon instead of howling at it. One of the snakes wiggled in her hair and she absentmindedly poked at it with her stylus. “Not yet. Go back to sleep.”There went the coolness thing again.The snakes hissed at her in censure and she sighed. She reached for her cup of coffee and took another sip. The hot black liquid slid over her tongue, cinnamon and earthy. The morning had come too soon. Nightmares woke her in the middle of the night, shaking and sweating, just like clockwork.  Her throat closed up like it did when the bastard in her nightmare closed his hand around her neck, cutting off her air, his eyes narrowed into slits filled with rage filled spite.Favored by the goddess…You’ll be crawling by the time I’m done with you.And she had been.


About the Author:
Erzabet Bishop is the award winning author of Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts interactive erotic romances, Holiday Cruise, Gingerbread Dreams, Pomegranate, Crave, A Red Dress for Christmas, Holidays in Hell, Lipstick, The Science of Lust, Club Beam, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection and multiple books in the Erotic Pagan Series. She is a contributing author to Club Rook, Taboo II, Hungry for More, A Christmas to Remember, Forbidden Fruit, Sci Spanks, Spank or Treat, Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Bossy, Cougars, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Anything She Wants, Bondage Bites, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays and more. She was a finalist for the GCLS awards in 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.
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May/June Issue Bewitching Book Tours Magazine

This issue of Bewitching Book Tours Magazine features: Spring-Heeled Jack with Kirsten Weiss, Inspiration for Ambushing Malachi with Electra Gajdos, Southern Eccentrics: Writing Funny When Life Isn’t with Lexi George, Keep the Reader Guessing with Leonard D. Hilley II, Defeat Writer's Block with Luke Ahearn, Inspired by Horrible Things with Neil Rochford, and Top Ten Things To Do At HallowRead with Rachel Rawlings.

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This Night Sucks! Cover Reveal

I am excited to present the cover for Elizabeth J.M. Walker's upcoming novella,
This Night Sucks!


First, here is what This Night Sucks is all about:
Lana is a high school senior enrolled in Vampire Education – a class to teach students about the very real presence of vampires in the world. Lana and her classmates don’t really expect to meet up with any undead bloodsuckers. Vampires are a lot like other scary things that supposedly exist but you hope you’ll never come across: nudist colonies, mad cow disease, and your parents’ sex life.
What is part of Lana’s everyday reality is navigating through one last year of high school while desperately trying to be less nerdy. She still loves spaceships, fantasy novels, and cat stickers, but she also recently got her braces removed, grew boobs, and is working on the makeup thing. She never expected her crush-of-a-lifetime Pete to even notice her – let alone ask her out on a date. 
The date is going great until Pete’s ex-girlfriend Katy shows up, all bloody and pissed off. Lana quickly realizes that Katy is not just her ordinary bitchy self – she has been turned into a vampire. After a near death experience, Lana learns that she is changing into a vampire too.
Lana needs answers, and the only way to get them is to find the vampire who started the chain of events – and to find him before sunrise... 
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Book Details:
From the author of She Dreamed of Dragons
Title: This Night Sucks
Author Name: Elizabeth J.M. Walker
Genre(s): Young Adult, Paranormal, Fantasy, Vampires, Comedy
Release Date: June 17, 2016
Publisher:  Mirror World Publishing 
Meet the Author:

Elizabeth J. M. Walker lives in Windsor, Ontario, Canada. She has always loved books and writing. As a teen she discovered zines, which inspired her to publish her own litzine of odd fairy tales for over a decade.
She Dreamed of Dragons is her first novel.
Connect with Elizabeth J.M. Walker:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elizabeth-J-M-Walker/620043831422660
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Publisher Website: http://www.mirrorworldpublishing.com/
Author Website: www.elizabethjmwalker.com

Connor Revealed by Dormaine G- On Sale .99

Connor RevealedConnor SeriesBook 2Dormaine G
Genre: YA UF/Sci-Fi
Publisher: Creativia
Date of Publication:  March 15 2016
ISBN: 978-1530510382ASIN: B01CQ16ZKE
Number of pages:  240 pagesWord Count:  81K wordsCover Artist: Creativia
Book Description:
Earth
In the aftermath of betrayal, dust is settling. The San cannot rest as they take more responsibility defending Earth. Meanwhile, Connor must endure immeasurable physical pain as her abilities grow stronger, both through fights and brutal combat training of The San, for they must prepare for what’s coming: war.
Connor’s loyalties are questioned as her actions are put to the test. She is forced to make harsh decisions against the Elders' disapproval when the world around her crumbles. Ultimately, one decision will seal her fate.
Ether
This foreign planet known for its unyielding cruelty is where Willow now resides. Ultimately, she’s forced to confront the actions that put her there. Condemned to continuous battle, she has to overcome her once shallow self and accept the inevitable: fight or die.
Ronin is back, and on a mission no one else knows about. The very one closest to him is Connor, his mortal enemy. Neither is willing to accept their destiny, yet compelled by it. Will enemies become allies, or battle to the death?
Connor Revealed is the second book in Dormaine G's urban fantasy series.
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About the Author:
Dormaine was born in Long Island, New York where she lived most of her life. As an adult she liked to travel out of the country though her favorite places to explore were her fantasy worlds as an author. She may be a nurse by profession but her heart has always belonged to writing. As a young child she spent many Saturdays in the library nurturing her love for books. There she discovered her fascination for the science fiction genre, through books, movies and graphic novels.
Now she resides in Colorado with her husband and two feisty dogs. After many years of working in hospitals and travel nursing she took time off to pursue a career in writing. Her first novel "Connor" is in one of her favorite genres, young adult urban fantasy. Her second love is for horror of which she created the "Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess" series. This is just the start of her exploration as she stays locked up her office in Colorado spinning more tales.
Website:  http://www.dormaineg.com  
Blog: http://dormainegblog.blogspot.com/p/author-page.html
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Spotlight and Giveaway Smoke and Ashes by Danica Winters

Smoke and AshesMontana Heroes SeriesBook OneDanica Winters
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Harlequin Intrigue
Date of Publication: May 1, 2016
ISBN: Paperback: 9780373699070eBook: 9781488005572Large Print: 9780373749614ASIN: B015MO3ZV4
Number of pages: 224Word Count: 50-55k
Cover Artist: Harlequin Intrigue
Book Description:
Montana's bravest…and hottest
With a mysterious arsonist on the loose in Missoula, fire inspector Kevin Jensen saves more than Heather Sampson's house. The sexy single father rescues her from an abusive marriage—and discovers his own past failures don't have to rule his life. Especially when sparks between him and Heather ignite irresistible desire.
But who's the arsonist? Why target Heather? What's his shocking motive? When Heather faces off with him in a brutal attack, she needs her "white knight" as much as he needs her. Both have looked into their souls and risked their broken hearts for each other. Now Kevin will have to risk his life and his heart.
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PrologueHe looked down at Heather Sampson as he pulled the matchbox from his pocket. The box dropped from his hand, spilling matches on her bedroom floor in a heap of deadly promise. Crouching down, he scooped them back into the container, careful to move quietly, afraid that at any second she would awaken and find him standing over her.Her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted, as if she waited for a kiss from her Prince Charming. She should have known better. There was no such thing as Prince Charming. There were only toads and a precious few men like him—men who worked to make everything just.The sad truth was that there was no justice in marriage—at least not in any of the marriages he had witnessed. No. Marriage was one lie after another. One hurt feeling masked with a fake smile, only to have another lie strip it away. It was an endless cycle of pain.What was the point? What was it all for?As far as he could tell, it was for nothing more than ego and some idealistic hope that if they acted happy, if they faked it well enough, maybe they could finally believe it themselves.He was here to make her a martyr, not that she would understand, but this was his chance to show her and the world what her marriage truly was—nothing more than smoke and ashes. A fire that had yet to burn itself out. But at last the time had come. The hour was here for him to stoke the flames and let them consume every crumb of her failing marriage.The inferno could have it all.He walked out of her bedroom and made his way downstairs, where the glorious scent of gasoline filled the space. Unlike the others, Heather’s house would go up in a flash. In one giant fireball the whole charade would be over—the secrets, the lies, the fake smiles and hurt feelings. It would all be gone, and all her pain could be for a higher purpose.The night air blew into the house, diluting the gas’s perfume. He made sure to leave the door open as he stepped out and walked toward the garage. A puddle of gas sat on the sidewalk, just waiting for him.He struck the match.It was so much easier this way.The fire’s smoke curled skyward, creating a trail that led to the heavens. If he had his way, life would be better and she would be free.




About the Author:
Danica Winters is an Amazon bestselling author who has won multiple awards for writing books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and occasionally a touch of magic. Most recently, Danica was the winner of the Paranormal Romance Guild’s Paranormal Romantic Suspense Book of the Year Award and Chanticleer Media’s Paranormal Book of the Year for her novel Montana Mustangs. She is currently the finalist for the Chatelaine Award.
When she’s not working, she can be found in the wilds of Montana testing her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and painting are not her thing).  She always believes the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.
Danica Winters is represented by Nicole Resciniti and Lane Heymont of the Seymour Agency.
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Release Day Blitz Men of Machismo: The Bad Decision Legacy by Morgan Kay

Men of MachismoThe Bad Decision LegacyMen of Machismo SeriesMorgan Kay
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Sleeping Dragon Press
Date of Publication:  May 12, 2016
ISBN-10:1-944712-94-1ISBN-13: 978-1-944712-94-5         ASIN: B01E46YQ1Y
Number of pages: 280Word Count: 81,503
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
Book Description:
The Men of Machismo series revolves around nine friends who worked together in a male revue. Each book follows the life of a different former dancer seven years later. The Bad Decision Legacy is Will and Tonya’s story.
Tonya’s psychotic ex is stalking her. Not the best time to meet men, still her best friend begs her to show up for blind date dinner. Her plan includes the meet and greet, then heading home. Of course, she never expected a man who sent every hormone in her body into high alert. Will looked like her next bad decision.
Will’s work as a divorce lawyer included discouraging embittered women from ramming their soon to be exes with the car or setting fire to their husband’s latest girlfriend. No wonder he fell hard for Tonya. The first woman he met with no agenda, well almost none. It’s obvious Tonya is knee deep in trouble, but refuses to ask for help. Instead of running the other way, he contemplates dashing into the tornado she refers to as her life. With any luck, he might survive.
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Excerpt:

A quick scan revealed he was in his business attire, minus the suit jacket. His loosened tie and undone top button announced he was ready to leave work behind for the day. He held out his empty hand. “Hi, I’m Will, Will Robinson.”Tonya gave his hand a vigorous shake remembering from her business training that a weak handshake always decreased the client’s confidence in your ability. “Hi, Will Robinson. Wasn’t your family trying to get to Alpha Centauri?” The quip may have been ill-advised, but his name brought up memories of an old science fiction show sometimes featured in black and white reruns. It also helped cover her surprise that a simple touch jumpstarted a chemical reaction, one she’d considered out of commission. Will kept her hand a tad longer than needed, while he smiled with his eyes. “Ah, we weren’t that Robinson family. Mine was the one that hadn’t seen the show and didn’t understand why naming me Will was not a kindness.”Tonya found herself grinning back at the witty male. “Did the other kids pick on you?”“Not too much, but there was this one female who gave me a hard time, and I didn’t even know her name.” He nodded toward the front door where Lynne stood waiting. She almost asked him what grade that was until she realized he was referring to her. “Oh, her. The name’s Tonya Smiley.”Her last name embarrassed her. It was such a cute name. Why couldn’t she have an ordinary name like Tyler or Brooks? To push past the inevitable remarks about her being smiley or having a beautiful smile or even her name suiting her, she went defensive. “Why were you sneaking around eavesdropping on our girl talk?”Her abrupt question triggered Lynne’s coughing. In between coughs, she managed to mutter, “Watch it.”Will threw his hands up over his head, one still wrapped around the neck of the wine bottle. “You got me. I’m guilty. I snuck out the side door that Marc showed me to retrieve the wine I forgot. The two of you were deep into conversation. I didn’t think it was my place to interrupt, but when I felt your outfit was being criticized, I had to say something.”

About the Author:
Morgan K Wyatt writes steamy romances with a side of laughter under the name of Morgan Kay. The wisecracking heroines and hunky heroes are similar to the ones in her mainstream novels, but in the Steamy Interludes series, the bedroom door is left open.  Real life issues, humor, dogs are also staples in Morgan Kay romances.  
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