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Dare to Dream by K. Margaret

Dare to DreamDark Dreams SeriesBook  OneK. Margaret
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: 11/17/2015
ISBN:  978-1518886485ASIN: B017OM7GJE
Number of pages: 210Word Count: 72,835
Cover Artist: Ariel LeAnn
Book Description:
Nellie O’Malley has spent her afterlife hunting and killing demonoids. As a slayer she never faced one she couldn’t destroy, until now.
The hunter has become the hunted.
A nameless, faceless enemy stalks her every move. Nellie must find a way to stop the unstoppable before it kills her, or worse, goes after the one person she can’t live without.
He is her best friend, she is his soul.
Nathaniel Ogapoge has been in love with only one woman. Unfortunately, she sees him only as her best friend. With her life now in peril, he will stop at nothing to protect her. Even if it means putting himself in the direct path of evil and risking everything.
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Excerpt:
“It is time for another,” Renata, the Queen of the Damned, announced as she straightened the flowing silk material of her silver gown so it draped perfectly around her. Perched on the edge of a reflecting pool high up in her tower in the middle of Gehenna, she glided her fingers over the surface of the water. The rippling effect caused the face of a young blonde female to come into focus. “She will be my newest creation and she will be perfect.”Glancing away from the reflection, she peered up at Berith, Gehenna’s warden, who stood opposite her, hands tucked into the front pockets of his jeans. His perpetual scowl present across his chiseled face, Berith’s eerily-glowing orange eyes narrowed on her with annoyance. Not that she gave him her full attention, her thoughts were still lost in the vision appearing in the water. She didn’t particularly care he was even in the room.“Have you lost your bloody mind?” Berith questioned. “I mean look at her. She doesn’t look old enough to know how to use the rifle she’s holding, let alone be able to kill demonoids. Is this what you are left with then? Is this where your abilities have taken you? You now recruit scrawny females to do your bidding?”Renata raised a brow, watching Berith jab an accusing finger at the girl’s reflection. Too many years had passed since she’d last been given a slayer, and at the moment she didn’t need to hear Berith’s opinion on the matter. While her husband, Buer, was in charge of capturing and keeping the deadliest of demons within the confines of Gehenna, it was her duty to keep reign on the demonoids. Two types of demons inhabited in the world: the ones born that way and the ones who were turned into such. The most dangerous, however, were the ones created. Those creatures were known as demonoids. Demonoids were contrived from the darkest of all human souls. Ones so beyond redemption their evil called to certain gods and demons. These gods and demons would feed on those souls, transforming what once was a man into the deadliest and most nefarious of creatures. The job of her slayers was to eradicate them; to make sure no demonoid remained on the mortal realm or any other. Renata dismissed Berith’s comments with a flip of her strawberry blonde hair. “You know as well as I do I have no choice in who is brought to me. At this point, I would take a ten-year-old girl with bowed legs if that was my only choice. I haven’t received a soldier in over a century and my troops on the mortal realm are dwindling.” She glanced back down at the image in the water. Yes, the female was young and not the usual soul given to her, but she would make do. All her slayers were chosen for a reason and Renata would not question the decision. All she concerned herself with was whether her new slayer would be strong enough to kill the demonoids when they came at her.The female about to become Renata’s newest slayer was not a warrior or a soldier as she was accustomed to. Those females were easy to convince to take on the duty of a slayer. No, this female never fought a day in her life, but as soon as the breath left her body and her heart stopped beating, the contract of services would already be signed. She would belong to Renata until the day the Queen of the Damned decided to release her of her duties. As of present, not one of Renata’s slayers relinquished her duties.However, the job of her slayers came with its benefits. Renata bestowed one power upon them. A power already lying dormant inside them. Upon their agreement of service, they would also gain the abilities of speed and strength. Abilities to help assist them in their tasks.Berith’s low growl snapped Renata’s head up, scattering her thoughts. She didn’t need to ask what agitated with him. By the way he stood ramrod straight with a far off look in his eyes, she knew he held a conversation with another in his mind. Only one female could cause him to look both distressed and fascinated all at the same time. A demoness, who happened to also be the bane of Renata’s existence.“Oh just go to her, will you? We both know if you don’t then you’ll become even more of an ass than you usually are. I have to concentrate on this, and apparently you need to find a way to lock the demon-whore up so she isn’t a constant distraction.”The way Berith’s eyes narrowed on her, along with the slow curling of his lip and twitch to his left eye, proved her assumption on whom he conversed with. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to decide whether he should stay or go. Just as he turned to leave, he crossed over and knelt down beside her. “Don’t mess this one up, Renata. Make sure she knows what she’s getting herself into. I would hope you have learned from past mistakes.”
Renata refused to acknowledge the statement. She always knew what she was doing. Swirling her finger around in the water, she watched as the images rippled amongst the waves. This one here would do just fine, and judging by the progress being made, the time to meet her newest slayer neared. By the bright yellow sun rising in the horizon, Renata knew the female’s time grew shorter. It wouldn’t be much longer before her final breath escaped her lips. Renata wasn’t heartless though, she mourned the loss of such a brave girl, but she knew the ugliness of death must take place in order for others to be saved. That was the motto of her slayers - to protect and serve those who could not protect themselves.
About the Author:
K. Margaret is a paranormal romance author living in Georgia. Her love for words, storytelling, and mythology started as a teenager and continues to grow. When she isn’t sucking down pots of coffee and writing, or hanging out with her teenage daughter, she can usually be found in front of her TV watching football, her other obsession.
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Honor of a Scottish Warrior by Sky Purington

Honor of a Scottish WarriorThe MacLomain SeriesLater Years, Book 2Sky Purington     
Genre:  Time-travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication:  December 1, 2015
ASIN:   B014RU6TVM
Number of pages:  270Word Count:  86,200
Cover Artist:  Tamra Westberry
Book Description:
Born and raised in South Boston, Nicole is tougher than most. Fearless some might say. Even in light of the fact she might be going deaf. Then her courage is put to the test when her Broun lineage introduces a whole new reality. Time travel exists. An evil enemy awaits her in medieval Scotland. And the newfound Claddagh ring on her finger? It means she has no choice but to travel back to the thirteenth century. Straight into the arms and under the protection of a man she would rather never see again.
Cousin to the Laird, Niall MacLomain wants nothing more than to keep safe the future King of Scotland. Regrettably, that also means keeping safe a headstrong lass from the future. But his honor means everything. No matter how exasperated, he swore that no harm would come to Nicole. However, protecting the feisty redhead ends up stirring his blood in more ways than one.
When Niall and Nicole come together, sparks fly. Excitement. Strife. Desire. But not love. Never that. Determined to work as a team to keep little Robert the Bruce safe, they embark on a non-stop adventure. With help from the MacLomain’s Viking ancestors, they might just stand a chance against Brae Stewart and her villainous partner. More than that, they could very well discover that they fare far better together than they ever did apart.
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“I didnae think you were a piece of meat.” Niall ground his jaw. “I would never think that.”“Then what gave you the right to offer me up to another man!”“’Twas just a means of pushing you away.” Niall’s tone was low and his eyes level. “But I dinnae feel that way any longer.”Her brows rose. “Oh, you don’t do you? Well, I hate to break it to you but your chances with me are slim to none.”The corner of his lips curled up and the look in his eyes was a smidge too knowing. “So there’s a slim chance, is there?”Disarmed by his cool confidence, she shook her head. “Let me rephrase. There’s no chance.”Yet she wasn’t storming out of here like she had every right to do. Instead, her feet were frozen to the floor and her eyes still locked with his. “Nicole?” It was Cassie. “Is everything okay down there?” Niall and Nicole kept eying one another. Was everything okay? Not in the least. But when she yelled up to her friend, it was that all was well. Go back to sleep. Then she realized Cassie might need help. When she started forward, Niall came to his feet and stopped her. “She's already gone. She knows how to find her way back to Logan.”Her eyes rose to his. “If we’re going to work toward getting along you need to stop blocking my path…in general.”“I’ll always block your path if it means protecting you.” His eyes dropped to her hand. “But mayhap ’twill be a path we walk together.”He was looking at the Claddagh ring that had mysteriously appeared on her finger. A ring whose clear stone would apparently turn to a gem that matched the eye color of the MacLomain wizard she was meant for.“I think you hope for too much.” She twisted the ring so that the crowned, heart-held stone was facing palm side. “Because I don’t do love. Never have. Never will.”“Nor I,” he assured, stepping back so she could pass if she wanted to. “But that doesnae mean I haven’t grown curious.”“Human nature,” she said carefully. “There are two more Brouns coming. There’s a good chance one of them is meant for you.”“Aye,” he agreed, still standing far too close. “But ’tis not them I’m curious about.”“You should be. They’re awesome.” Her eyes stayed with his. Why wasn’t she stepping away? What kept her from barely breathing? It was an odd and unfamiliar feeling. “They’re damn beautiful too.”She got the sense he was as perplexed by his behavior as she was by hers. “You’re damn beautiful,” he murmured. Men had always liked her looks and said as much. Yet there was something different about him saying it. Somehow it weighed better on her in an unexplainable way that she couldn’t put her finger on. Then it occurred to her. He wasn’t saying it to get in her pants.Outside of her friends, it might just be the most genuine compliment anyone had ever given her. Startled by the revelation, she tore her eyes away. Though she wasn’t in the least, she said, “I’m tired. Where should I crash?”“In our chamber,” he said. “I’ll show you the way.”Her brows flew together as her eyes shot back to his. “Our chamber?”“Aye. ’Tis far too dangerous now to have you out of my sight.” Then an edge of humor met his voice. “But worry naught. There are two beds.”
“Yet every time I’ve woken up since traveling back in time, I’m in your arms,” she muttered and strode for the stairs. 
About the Author:
Sky Purington is the best-selling author of eighteen novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.
Purington loves to hear from readers and can be contacted at Sky@SkyPurington.com. Interested in keeping up with Sky's latest news and releases? Visit Sky's website, http://www.skypurington.com to download her free App on iTunes and Android or sign up for her quarterly newsletter. Love social networking? Find Sky on Facebook and Twitter.
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Hope at Christmas by Keeley Smith

Hope at ChristmasSerendipity Series  Book 1Keeley Smith
Genre: Romance/Chick-Lit
Publisher: Feedaread
Date of Publication:  18th December 2015
Number of pages: 300Word Count: 78,000
Book Description:
With only 25 days left until Christmas day, Hope makes the rash decision to quit her job.  After a weekend wallowing in self pity, she takes this new opportunity to finally get the job she’s always wanted...only she doesn’t know what she wants to do... She doesn’t think her life can get any worse.
Until she throws coffee on a stranger.
Having finally told his parents that he planned to never follow his father’s footsteps in business, Daniel’s morning didn’t start out that well either.
Until a woman throws coffee on him.
This chance meeting sets off a chain of events.  A wedding.  Downton Abbey.  The roaring 20’s...and a drunk, sexually frustrated cousin.  Neither of them are prepared for this connection, but when does romance ever run a smooth course? With secrets and exes throwing road blocks their way, will it all become too much and end their blossoming romance before it’s even begun?

About the Author:
Keeley Smith is the author of Young Adult series, The Pendle Hill Series and The Soul Keeper Trilogy.
When she’s not writing, she’s reading, eating (chocolate, usually), spending time with her husband and gorgeous dog and colouring- because a genius created colouring books for adults!
She lives in the UK, but would prefer to live somewhere less likely to experience all four seasons in one day.
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5 Facts and Giveaway Betrayal by A.S. Fenichel

I’m so happy to be here at Fang-Tastic Books. Thank you for having me. My name is A.S. Fenichel but you can just call me Andie. I write in a few different genres because I never want to be locked into one thing. The Demon Hunter Series is a paranormal historical romance but I also write traditional historical, contemporary and contemporary paranormal romance.
I thought I might share some insider knowledge with you and your readers today. Here’s five things about The Demon Hunters, Betrayal and even a bit about me that you might not know.

1.    While my characters are fierce fighters with weapons and hand to hand combat, I am more of a verbal combatant. I have little to no fighting skills. I know a few tricks to get me out of a jam should the need arise. I know a palm to the bottom of the nose or a knee to the groin will buy me enough time to run like hell. But the men and women in my books are total asskickers. They know exactly how to defeat an enemy. So while in theory I know how to fight, my middle-aged body does no cooperate.
2.    The Demon Hunters are a culture within a culture. Set in the late eighteenth century, certain customs are generally unbendable. I bend them. I do not apologize for this. While in the “real” world lords and ladies don’t cavort with scullery maids and hack drivers, in the world of demon hunters they are all equal.
3.    The organization that trains demon hunters is called The Company. I didn’t’ want to give it a name that might be construed as some secret service run by the government. While The Company is loyal to the crown, the funding comes from private donations. Within The Company anything is possible.
4.    Reece Foxjohn, our hero in Betrayal made his first appearance in Ascension, book one of the Demon Hunter series. His light hearted charm was too good to pass up and he demanded a story of his own. Betrayal can stand on its own. It’s not necessary to read the first two books to understand. Though, I hope you’ll want to go back and read the other stories. What I love most about Reece is the way he views women. His previous partners were both women and both were fierce fighters who saved  his life on more than one occasion. He respects women in a way that was unheard of in Regency England.
5.    The problem with Lizzy Smythe is that she idolizes Reece and has trouble seeing him as a man. She was born into service. Her previous position as a scullery maid was likely as far as she would ever climb until her demon abduction showed her another option. The Demon Hunters is all she has and she is determined not to mess that up. However, deep in her heart a scullery maid still lurks. Until she banishes that part of herself, she’ll never really be a hunter.

Once again, thank you for letting me visit. I hope you enjoy Betrayal. I love to hear from readers so leave me a note here or look me up on Social Media for a chat.

BetrayalThe Demon HuntersBook 3A.S. Fenichel
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical
Date of Publication: December 8, 2015
ISBN: 9781616505851ASIN: B00URQETG8
Number of pages: 175Word Count: 79,000
Cover Artist: Morgan Pielli
Book Description:
In service to His Majesty, one must be prepared for Hell.
To survive as a scullery maid requires hard work, discipline, and a stiff upper lip. To survive as a Demon Hunter is something else entirely. Elizabeth Smythe learned this after she was captured by Demons and rescued by Hunters. Now a Hunter herself, Elizabeth’s first task in this new and strange world is to aid the recently wounded Lord Reece Foxjohn, and get him back into Demon-slaying shape. . .
Reece Foxjohn is used to defying convention. He enraged his family by becoming a Demon Hunter, and prefers eviscerating the spawn of Satan to mixing with the ton. He is a man who doesn’t hesitate when he knows what he wants, and what he wants is Miss Elizabeth Smythe. To watch her behead the progeny of Evil is to behold a thing of beauty—one he must claim for his at all costs. . .
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Excerpt 2:
“Don’t you even want to know why I broke the chair?”She shrugged. “You’re angry. I do not blame you. I would be angry too.”He stepped closer. His breath warmed her cheek as he lifted her chin with one finger. “Since you will offer no lecture and have no plans to draw out my feelings, why not tell me why I’m so angry?”Swallowing to clear the lump in her throat, she gazed into those eyes. “You think you’ve lost everything. You were on top of the world, and now you have to start over again and from lower than before. You doubt you can ever recover and fear you will end up a crippled old man.”He gaped as he stepped back from her. His head hung, and the shoulders she’d been admiring slumped. “Dear God, Lizzy, am I that obvious?”Her heart ached for him, and she stepped forward. Wrapping her arms around his middle, she rested her head on his chest bare chest. If heaven existed, she’d found it. She imagined an eternity snuggled against his warmth. “I do not think it is quite as clear to everyone, Reece. You put up a good front at the wedding. Lillian likely saw through it, but maybe not the rest.”His arms remained at his sides, but his cheek brushed against the top of her head. “Lilly has known me for years. How is it you see through me so easily?”“You forget I have spent part of every day for a year watching you heal. Plus, I know how I would feel if I had to start training all over again. You were probably already strong when you started training to become a hunter, but I was only as strong as heavy pots and buckets filled with water can make a girl. I would be in despair if I had to do it all again.”One hand skimmed the center of her back. “And would you? Would you start all over again, if you lost everything you have gained in the last year?”She tipped her head up and stared him in the eyes. “I would do everything in my power to be better than before.”“And if you failed?”“I would pick myself up and try again until I succeeded.” Her heart tripped.His head lowered until full lips she’d longed for touched hers in a whispered kiss. She stiffened at the first touch and relaxed as his hand came up to cup her cheek.He pressed his thumb to her jaw, and when her mouth opened, he swept his tongue inside.The kiss reached through, around, and inside her. Rising on her tiptoes, she opened for him and matched his kisses with her own desperation. Yes, this was what she wanted, more of this man. Her imagination had not done the moment justice. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling it from the neat queue. Soft tresses spilled over her hands. She burned as she molded against him.Reece broke the kiss and stepped back, heaving breath and staring at her as if he’d never seen her before. “I should not have done that.”Elizabeth gasped to catch her breath. The pleasant tightening in her lower belly knotted painfully. Tears threatened to push out, but she refused to cry in front of him. “I see. Well, what is done is done. I will see you at dinner.”Before she could run from the room, he grabbed her arm. The temptation to hit him so hard he’d release her warred with her desire to nurse him back to his former glory. Maybe then, he would see more than a scullery maid when he looked at her.“Please, Lizzy, do not be cross with me. I wanted to kiss you. Just because I want something does not mean it is the right thing. I should not have forced myself on you, but I was caught up in the moment.”Jerking her arm away from his grip, she laughed. “You think you could have kissed me if I was opposed to it? I am a demon hunter, Reece Foxjohn. Just because you have not yet seen me in action, do not suppose I am not capable of stopping you or anyone else. I know you, but you clearly know nothing about me. You should rest. I will see you at dinner.”
She gathered her wits in the hallway before she ran to her room, bolted the door, and looked for something she could break. She paced the carpet, took up a pale green vase, lifted it over her head, and then set it back on the table with added care. Breaking the expensive glassware would not change anything. It would not make her his equal. If The Company could not do that, then nothing could. Above her station, he viewed kissing her as an error in judgment. His conscience would not let him take liberties with the help. She understood. In fact, over the years, she had wished more of her employers had been so honorable. Ironically, she hated him for the same virtue that made her admire him so.
About the Author:
A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published in historical, paranormal, erotic and contemporary romance, A.S. is the author of The Demon Hunters series, the Psychic Mates series, and more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her brand of edgy romance for years to come.
Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden. Her babies are both rescues and include; a demanding dog and a temperamental cat, both bring constant joy and laughter.
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Touch of Class by Leigh Ellwood

Touch of ClassClass in SessionBook 3Leigh Ellwood
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Publisher: ARe BooksDate of Publication:  12/1/15
ISBN: 978-1-943576-48-7ASIN: TBA
Number of pages: TBAWord Count: 15,600
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Book Description:
This standup comedian takes kink seriously.
Maeve Kramer wants to explore her submissive side. After months of communicating with Master Q on an online site for kinksters, she's ready for her first play session with him. Love isn't on the table, just safe, sane, and consensual fun.
Jimmy Quinlan, JQ to friends, is ready for a break after a series of standup gigs. His agent wants him to audition tonight for a regional tour sponsored by an up and coming brewery, which happens to employ the sub he's meeting.
A tour could mean fame for JQ, but less time in the BDSM clubs. Maeve lives to serve and JQ lives for laughter. Can both have their kink and enjoy it, too?


Excerpt:
Maeve woke from her daydream to find the person ahead of her had stepped away from the reception desk. Behind the polished mahogany sat a young woman with a dark page cut, eyes done up in smoky shadow, and several tiny metal hoops piercing the outer shell of her right ear. Her pale makeup gave her the look of somebody more at home escorting tourists into the Haunted Mansion. Maybe that was the woman’s day job.“I-I’m sorry. Saffron,” she said, and automatically fished for her driver’s license. No, you don’t need that, she scolded herself and ceased fidgeting. She didn’t want to look like a complete newb.The receptionist consulted a tablet, swiping down a list. Maeve took a moment to inspect her understated surroundings. The color scheme of soft reds and browns gave the small lobby an intimate feel, like she’d entered an elegant supper club instead of a place where people explored kinky fantasies. She’d researched other BDSM spaces online, organizations and venues not as exclusive as The Scene. Some resembled stark gymnasiums with different stations set up for various pleasures, and heavy mats on the floor for protection. Others looked like dance clubs with tricked out light displays and center stages for grand performances.Maeve told Master Q how exhibitionism intrigued her, but having a man spank her in front of hundreds of people left her cold. She considered clarifying a few things with him when the receptionist addressed her again.“Yes, I have your name here, Saffron. Welcome,” she said and took Maeve’s pass. “You are expected in the Celosia Room.” She reached under the desk, presumably to press a button because seconds later a buzz sounded and the deadbolt in the door behind her gave. “You’ll go immediately to your right and Aaron will escort you the rest of the way. Enjoy your visit.”“Thank you.” How…clinical. This seemed more like she was going in for a dental appointment. Well, maybe somewhere in this mysterious kink palace one could engage in a bit of pain play dressed as a hygienist. The thought might get her through an actual dentist visit with some amusement.Aaron—short, mute, naked but for a spiked collar and a pair of tight leather short-shorts—met her at the end of the hallway. She followed him past doors labeled for flower names: Periwinkle, Iris, Daylily, and finally Celosia. All found in Central Florida, if she remembered her local history. She thought to ask Aaron the reasoning behind the names, but he put a finger to his lips when he opened her mouth.Does that mean I should be quiet, or that he can’t speak? So much to learn about this lifestyle.The Celosia room appeared as Master Q had described it in his note. The mirror on the opposite wall took up every inch, and Maeve guessed voyeurs had access to the room on the other side. How many people stood or sat there now, watching her take in a BDSM room for the first time? Not hundreds, she knew. The building was only so big. Maybe somebody clucked with sympathy, thinking her a frightened mouse.You will not touch anything.She clutched her bag and looked around. The St. Andrew’s cross loomed to her left, the sofa to her right. Above her head, two thick chains bolted in the ceiling hung down to support a vertical pipe. It appeared one could adjust the height by moving the links on the hooks. Here, however, she could probably just reach the bar if she stood on tiptoe.Aha. Master Q had asked her height not long ago. Aaron cleared his throat. She whirled around and he gestured to the only table in the room, situated at the corner.Fold your clothes neatly and place everything on the corner table near the mirrored wall…Once alone…She wouldn’t mess up tonight. For all she knew, Master Q watched from the other side, waiting to see if she slipped.Aaron next pointed to a buzzer on the wall near the door. Maeve understood it as a panic button, but if Master Q fastened her to something she wouldn’t know how to get to it. She nodded anyway, and the young man offered her a smile before leaving.Once alone, you will undress until you’re wearing only a black thong.“I can do this,” she muttered, and cringed. Well, he hadn’t said anything about not talking before she got into position, so she felt safe in that regard. She stepped up to the table and undressed quickly. The shoes came off first, but as she finished the task she asked herself if the shoes remained on the floor or on the table with the rest of her clothing. She didn’t want to scuff the surface…and did shoes count?Ugh. Details. She was supposed to enjoy this experience. Finally she laid her folded attire on the table, the shoes on top, then her purse. Try and fault me for this.“Damn, it got cold.” Interesting how the temperature dropped right as she stepped away from the table, clad only in her wispy G-string. She longed to rub some heat back into her arms but she remembered the directive not to touch herself. She’d assumed that meant she couldn’t fondle her breasts or try to rub one out while she waited. Nope. Not taking chances. It wouldn’t surprise her to learn somebody peeping on the other side of the mirrored wall adjusted the AC as she stripped.The cooling air caressed her cheeks as she walked, the thin crotch of her thong rubbing in a taunting way. She clenched to keep from going mad.…then position yourself on the strip of red tape on the floor, facing the door.Easy. Or maybe…


About the Author:
Leigh Ellwood writes erotica and romance in a variety of genres and pairings. She is a two-time finalist for the Gold Crown Literary Society Award and an EPIC Award finalist and winner.
When Leigh isn't writing, she reads. She enjoys all genres, especially historical fiction.
For more information on other books by Leigh, please visit her official website: www.LeighEllwood.com
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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/718852.Leigh_Ellwood 
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Melted and Whipped by Cleo Peitsche

Melted and WhippedCleo Peitsche
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Publisher: ARe Books
Date of Publication: December 1, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-943576-47-0ASIN: TBA
Word Count: 28,000
Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill
Book Description:
She’ll need more than a safe word to survive Porter Loughton.
Too broke to fly home for the holidays, ski instructor Emily is stuck on the slopes, giving lessons to the rich and the privileged. She doesn’t expect to see Porter Loughton, a former friend who broke her heart in college, ten years later and half a continent away. The mesmerizing billionaire suggests dinner, and Emily soon discovers how it feels to be bent across his knee, to be dominated by him. Their chemistry is hotter than in her dirtiest fantasies.
Emily knows it would be foolish to let him get too close after what happened before. She’s broke, her career nonexistent. The last thing she needs is to be in love with a man who doesn’t feel the same way. But when she receives distressing news, Porter is there to soothe her, and he won’t leave her side. Soon she has no control over her feelings.
Excerpt:
I’m so stunned that I don’t even realize what’s happening at first, but then Porter’s tongue traces the closed seam of my mouth.My lips soften, opening to him. In response, his large palms cup my face even tighter, and his body rocks a little, inching closer.A moan of longing rises in my throat. Embarrassed, I try to pull away.Porter releases me. “Are you okay?”All I can do is nod.“Good.” He steps in close. His warm breath caresses my lips. “Because I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since…” He shakes his head and the next thing I know, his tongue is sliding over mine.He tastes like the wine. Strong. Powerful. I’ll never be able to drink red wine again without remembering this, without getting turned on.Because I am turned on. Pulsing heat throbs in my core, and I feel my pussy getting slick with desire.I’m about to reach for him, to finally feel his perfect body under my fingertips, when he breaks our kiss.Eyes closed like he’s savoring the moment, he continues to hold my face, then brushes his lips over mine, which are throbbing like the rest of my body. They feel swollen, lightly bruised. “I think dinner is ready.” His voice is husky and raw.Dinner is the last thing on my mind, but I think it would be rude to suggest we skip it in favor of doing more of the kissing thing. When he releases me and turns his attention to the pan on the stove, I flee to my glass of wine. I don’t bother with the polite dance of asking if I can have more; it’s not like he’s going to say no.I fill my glass and take a long swallow. Heaven help me—the wine tastes like his kiss.“Can you carry these?” He slides two plates, two red cloth napkins, and two sets of silverware onto the counter. “It’ll save me a trip. This way.”I follow him out the open side of the kitchen, toward the window. We enter a dining room with a table long enough to comfortably seat the entire U.S. Olympic alpine ski team.A fancy centerpiece of candlesticks surrounded by holly adorns the end closest to us. Porter lays down two red cloth placemats and a trivet, on which he places a glass bowl of stir-fry.I begin to distribute the place settings while Porter returns to the kitchen. He makes about six trips in all, and even though he tells me to sit, I hover uncomfortably to the side, my mind still buzzing from that kiss. Why did he do it? The answer seems obvious: because he wanted to. He’s not the same as he was in college. He’s even more self-assured, which I hadn’t thought was possible. It makes me unsure of myself, like there’s a predetermined amount of confidence that can exist between two people, and Porter has taken it all. I learned a lot about men through my twenties, and while a big part of me only wants to know what Porter is like in bed, another part of me already knows I’ll be disappointed with just a one-night fling. After all these years, it’s possible that the fantasy is better than the reality could ever be. I never thought of it in these terms before, but Porter is the perfect man in my memory, an unattainable ideal that no one could possibly live up to. What if he’s bad in bed? What if he’s a selfish lover?Worse, what if he’s amazing, but then he disappears? He’s successful, rich, powerful. It’s insane to think his interest in me is anything more but casual. Really, with so many tourists in town with their families, and so many of the transplanted locals out of town, it’s not like there’s much choice for a man looking for fun between the sheets.The wine isn’t helping me sort through my jumbled thoughts. As soon as I reassure myself on one front, the assault starts again from another angle.If only this weren’t Porter, but some other gorgeous millionaire. No, billionaire. He was already a multimillionaire before college, thanks to the family fortune. I snort. There aren’t many gorgeous billionaires to be found, and why can’t I enjoy the evening? I wish I weren’t buzzed.


About the Author:
If Cleo Peitsche isn't writing (or reading) erotica, she's probably sitting on her balcony, watching the wind blow through the trees. She loves horses, snowstorms, and piña coladas. If she won the lottery, she would hire an assistant to take care of the technical side of e-publishing so that she could write all day.
Some random facts about Cleo: 1. Thinks life's too short to forgo HEAs and HFNs; 2. Sprained an ankle joining the mile-high club. (Never again!); 3. Favorite writers include Cormac McCarthy, Junot Diaz, and Rachel Caine.; 4. Gets weak-kneed for bookish guys who know how to fix things with their hands. *swoons*
For more information on other books by Cleo, visit her website: www.cleopeitsche.wordpress.com
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Interview and Giveaway with Author Michael Weekly

What inspired the premise for your story? 
I enjoy fairies, witches, elves, mermaids, any other magical creature. However, in most cases, one magical creature is looked down upon sometimes. This is the witch. They’re made to be these long nosed, ugly pimpled women who boil up deadly potions in their cauldrons. You get the point, they’re not as beautiful and pretty as the other creatures. So, I flipped it. I have a witch who is born and trained to kill mermaids, fairies, elves and any other creature. I thought it would be cool to flip the switch and have a witch be the hero of the story instead.
Why is the setting to your story so important? 
I wanted my story to be in the city, because it’s different and cool to me. To have mystical creatures disguised as humans going to college or at parties is pretty rad.
Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be? 
Initially I wanted to work in Public Relations and to be a Publicist under entertainment, print and media. If writing happens to become anything bigger I’ll be more than happy to come up with more stories to tell!
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”? 
Joining Wattpad, a reading/writing, site made it very clear that I could do this writing thing pretty well. I had little fans waiting for my stories to update because they were so interested in finishing it. When you have people who invest that amount of time in your work, your books it means something. I officially labeled myself as an author after two years on Wattpad.
How long did it take to get your first book published? 
I did not plan on publishing Mystical at all. I had a clear plan to just keep it on Wattpad. An agent reached out to me on the site and asked me to send her my manuscript and then I decided to start pitching to agents. Of course you’re going to get rejected, but it made me change my mind and so it took me about 5 months after I was completely done with my sequel in the series. I landed a traditional publishing deal.
What were your aspirations as an author and have any of them come true? 
Well, one of them was getting published and that came true! Another was working with a professional editor and that’s come true as well. I’m a pretty happy camper!
What have you learned about the publishing industry since you’ve signed that first contract? 
That an author has no say in what they want done with the book. The editing is pretty much your only say, the cover and everything else marketing wise that’s completely up to your publisher!
Now that you have a feel for the publishing world, would you do anything different if you had to do it all over again? 
I would do a bit more research with who I’d like to do business with. I would be much more detailed with what I want for my book and maybe think once or twice about being agented or just being traditionally published.
What genres do you normally write in? 
I absolutely love Fantasy, Urban Fantasy and Dystopian. It’s when I feel most limitless.
Is there a genre you haven’t written in that one day you’d like to tackle? 
Romance
What was the craziest thing you’ve ever done when it came to a storyline in your book? 
Cut a complete chapter out and rewrite it! It was scary, it was brutal, and it will never happen again!

Mystical Mystical Series Book OneMichael Weekly
Genre: New Adult/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: 12/8/15
ISBN-13: 978-1680583953 ISBN-10: 1680583956
Number of pages: 130Word Count:  91,000
Cover Artist: Yvonne Less
Book Description:
When Eliza Rose found out she was a witch, she thought she’d be casting spells…
However, it turns out Eliza is on her way to becoming a mystical assassin. But first she has to start college with her best friend Dawn Roberts and her feline familiar Jared. If you think college is stressful, try finding your best friend being seduced—nearly to death—by a venomous fairy. Something is horribly wrong, and Eliza must find out what it is.
Knowing who’s who in the Mystical world can be a burden—or save her life…
Murderous mermaids, seductive fairies, and manipulative elves are terrifying enough, but pure witches can become corrupt…and they’re the most dangerous creatures of all. Eliza struggles to discover the source of this chaos, but is repeatedly attacked—and saved by a shadowy figure. On a very personal note, Eliza must learn whether corruption is beginning to claim her mother.
Her strongest ally might be handsome, enigmatic Donovan—but he is hiding a shocking secret…
Donovan wants nothing to do with his old gang—not after the things they’d made him do. But when he meets Eliza, he’s both frustrated by her amateur skills and impressed by her emerging strength, and he feels compelled to help her grow into the assassin she’s meant to be.
Every answer has a price, and there are beings born to corrupt the pure.
Eliza fights to master her skills before it’s too late, while Donovan must determine whether Eliza can be saved…or if she must die to keep her out of the hands of those who would use her powers to reign over all of Mystical.


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Excerpt:
I kneel down and pull out my silver dagger slowly from my black boots. Tugging the dagger out carefully with my index finger and thumb, I structure a plan to save the girl in my head. One of the things mom said to herself when I eavesdropped repeats in my head: “Mystics, they are disguised amongst people.” I narrow my eyes and lock them on the creature before me. I attempt to move and save her. Instead, I clench my hands into a fist, my throat is dry, and  my heart drops inside of my chest. My hands are shaking, and I’m struggling to breathe properly. I can’t lunge forth. I’m too nervous. I press my lips together. Anxiously, my eyes slide from left to right as I try to think of what I can do to save this innocent girl. I glance down as soon as I hear something moving below me. Gravel on thin strands of weeds puckers out of the ground slowly and slithers up my calves. I cringe as the feeling of the moist dirt on my skin stings my legs. The sweet wind his wings create brush against my face, intoxicating me and causing my neck to numb. I become drowsy, my vision becomes blurry, and I forget about trying to save her. I’m paralyzed in this peaceful reverie. The smell of fresh roses controls my thoughts and actions. My eyes daze and, though I blink twice to wake myself up, I don’t want to fight against this calm feeling. It feels amazing.The weeds continue to wrap around my legs, holding me in place. I shake my head, trying to fall back into reality. I press my lips tightly together and focus on cutting off the weeds slowly. With each slash, it feels like my movement and reactions are slowing down. It must be the scent causing the nerves in my body to act strange. I cover my nose and continue cutting the strands of weed silently. Each cut increases the growth beneath me. The mud from the gravel thickens, gluing me further in place.The girl moans in pleasure while the weeds attach to me and cling onto the fabric of my clothing. The noise she is making and the weeds from underneath me are overwhelming me. My heart picks up frantically, and my lips feel dry. The strange creature caresses his prey’s bruised body. There are glowing hickeys all over her skin. He allows the weeds to slither around her neck slowly. He leaves another colorful hickey on her skin. He kisses her neck, eventually pulling on her skin with his sharp teeth. The scent of his tongue sliding slowly on her neck flows over to where I’m being held captive. My lips part as her eyes roll back into her head. I can feel my mind and thoughts drifting away with her. I want the creature’s lips on my skin just as much as his prey does.Think, Eliza, think. Stay focused.I shudder as the cold wind tickles the tiny hairs on my skin. The guy stops kissing the girl and the moans fade away. He looks up and scans his setting. His eyes lock on my hiding place. I increase my cutting movement as fast as I can. He smirks at me with colorful drool dropping to the ground from his white blade-like teeth. His red lips glimmer in front of me in the shadows.He lets the weeds take over the girl’s body, preserving his meal for later. She is still stuck in ecstasy. Her eyes slide in my direction. Even though she must be in pain, she’s smiling. Weeds form around her body, slither up, and then slap across her eyes and mouth.The creep holding her captive flutters toward me slowly. He reaches out as weeds beneath the ground and roots spring up and wriggle around my ankles and neck. They travel up against my thighs and then slap across my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I am lifted up against the wall, just how the girl is in front of me.I raise my dagger to try and cut the weed covering my mouth, but I lose my grip and it falls to the ground. I panic, struggling to breathe, but the same scent crawls into my nostrils. Its sweet taste overpowers my senses. My heart beat slows down drastically as my eyes follow the monster, who is floating in front of me, grinning wickedly. He touches my skin with his soft hand, sizzling and calming my emotions.My heart skips a beat. It’s finally my turn.

About the Author:
Michael believes he is a mad scientist experimenting with his own imagination. He enjoys world building and having alluring conversations with his stubborn characters. He is your author of The Mystical Series. Specializing in many genres such as Fantasy, Urban Fiction, Dystopian, Young and New Adult.
Most of his inspirations come from fairy tales, music, and his curious what ifs. He’s never thought of being an author, writing was just a hobby to him. However, one day his thoughts and ideas kept interrupting his daily life. At work he’d come up with story lines and decided to join the reading/writing app Wattpad, and there he would write. Realizing the enjoyment from creating characters and worlds doesn’t stop him from ever jotting down a potential story.
You can find him anywhere to snuggling in a comfy seat with hot cocoa Netflix binging, or taking a soothing walk along the forest lines. Possibly diving in a tank with sharks, but that would be too insane.
He is a shopaholic east coaster living in Virginia with his fury companion Coco.
Where the two live happily ever after.
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Guest Blog Kiss of the Virgin Queen by Sharon Buchbinder

Lights, Camera, Latkes!
As I write this, I am still in recovery mode from the second night of Hanukkah, which we celebrated with brisket, latkes, cookies, candy, candles and—wait for it—three, 3-year olds. 
The blue and silver wrapping paper carnage was EPIC.


The hardest part of the evening was getting my husband into the family room with his super-duper digital camera to take pictures. The kids were very patient, waiting for permission to tear into their packages full of the latest Batman toys, a baby doll, the new Hess firetruck, and stacks of ready-to-assemble crafts projects in anticipation of the coming months.  The mothers frantically picked up wrapping paper and tiny parts to keep them away from our two dogs. The kids compared toys and used the firetruck to keep the Scooby-Do Haunted House to keep from burning down. Did I mention it was a bit of mayhem?
Too soon, the fun came to an end. Gifts and leftovers were packed up. The little ones were dressed in their pajamas and jackets, ready to fall asleep in their car seats on the way home. As she hugged me, my daughter-in-law said, “Don’t forget, I need that latke recipe!” 
Latkes, in case you don’t know, are potato pancakes, fried in oil. The holiday celebrates the Maccabees(the Hebrew word for “hammer”) victory over the Greeks who wanted the Jews to reject their one G-d and worship pagan gods. When the Jews reclaimed the Temple, they found only enough uncontaminated oil to light the menorah for one night. Instead, the oil lasted for eight nights, a miracle. On each of the eight nights of Hanukkah, we light candles to commemorate this miracle. We also cook in oil to remember the special oil in the lamp. Some families make donuts. We make latkes.
Everyone’s family has a different recipe. Now I’m seeing recipes for latkes with jalapeno peppers! My mother-in-law, may she rest in peace, would not approve. Herewith, I share with you two of my mother-in-law’s recipes for Hanukkah, brisket and latkes.
Brisket Slow Cooker Style
(Serves 4-6 hungry people)
3-4 pounds brisket
Large container Paprika
One large onion
One 1 pound bag carrots
6 Beef bouillon cubes
6 Cups water (depends on size of cooker)
Horseradish
Place peeled carrots on bottom of slow cooker.
Place chopped onions in slow cooker on top of carrots.
Coat brisket in Paprika and place on top of onions.
Put in 6 beef bouillon cube and pour 6 cups of water around everything. Cover and simmer on medium/high for 8-10 hours–depending on your slow cooker.
Serve on a large platter with side of horseradish.

Latkes
(Serves small army, but remember you want leftovers!)
5 pound bag of white potatoes
2 large sweet onions
1 large container of egg substitute
Black pepper
Olive oil for cooking (lots—don’t skimp or the latkes will stick!)
Sour cream
Applesauce
Using food processor or hand grater, grate onions and set aside in large bowl. (You will cry.) Drain onions and pat with paper towels. They make a lot of water!
Peel potatoes and place in large bowl or pot of salted water to prevent them from turning colors.
Cut potatoes into chunks and grate in food processor or by hand. (Oy! That’s a lot of work. Sure you can’t borrow a food processor from someone?)
Mix onions, potatoes, and egg substitute until all potatoes and onions are covered well with egg. You probably won’t need the entire container. Throw in black pepper to your taste.
Heat olive oil in frying pan. You want it hot, not smoking, but hot.
Place large spoons full of latke mix in pan and turn when golden brown (you will see it on turn color on the edges).
Serve latkes hot with a generous dollop of sour cream and/or applesauce.
I hope you enjoy the recipes. More importantly, I hope you enjoy your time with your families, whatever you celebrate.

Happy healthy holidays to all!
Kiss of the Virgin QueenKiss of the Jinni Hunter SeriesBook TwoSharon Buchbinder
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose PressDate of Publication: October 14, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-5092-0392-5 PaperbackISBN: 978-1-5092-0393-2 DigitalASIN: B015ATFQTA
Number of pages: 300Word Count: 75K
Cover Artist: Rae Monet
Book Description:
Homeland Security Special Agent Eliana Solomon is on a mission to prevent terrorist attacks. Hard enough to do when the threats are human, almost impossible when it's an evil, shape shifting jinni. Eliana needs help so she calls the sexy and beguiling psychiatrist, Arta Shahani. However, no matter how good he is at his job, the man is on her blacklist. On their last case together, the guy left her for dead.
Arta is stunned when he receives Eliana’s call. Forced to abandon the woman he loves, he now fears she won’t accept his shape-shifting skills as a Persian Lion. Eliana, in the meantime discovers she is a direct descendant of King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba with special powers of her own. But will her skill and Arta's be enough to defeat the jinni, or will they lose the love history decreed for them as well as their lives in this battle of good versus evil?
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/4ONWBeBZXlw
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Short intro:This full length novel is the second in the enthralling new Jinni Hunter series from award-winning author, Sharon Buchbinder. Edgy and suspenseful, this paranormal romance series explores diverse cultures and an array of supernatural beings. Join the Special Agents of the Anomaly Defense Division as they race to save humanity—and the people they love.

Excerpt: Chapter One
Summertown, West Virginia, U.S.A., Present Day
A picturesque flight over the Appalachian Mountains to Summertown, West Virginia gave Special Agent Eliana Solomon of the Homeland Security, Science and Technology Directorate, Anomaly Defense Division time to process the urgent report she’d received by email. Up until this week, the existence of werewolf packs had been concealed from the general population. Now reports of the secretive shape shifters exploded in her inbox. Where had this information been all this time? Had the government monitored them all along? If so, why had her boss, Bert Blackfeather, insisted on her obtaining proof of their existence, along with the jinnis? She’d pry an answer out of that closed mouth man—someday. Right now, she had a more pressing matter at hand.
Five days ago, three nine-year-old werewolf boys and their three eighteen-year-old sisters went on a birthday expedition in the heavily wooded state wildlife area and disappeared. By day, local human authorities, volunteers, and bloodhounds brought in from surrounding jurisdictions combed the forest, the hills, and caves. By night, pack members ran through the forest using their extraordinary senses—olfactory, visual, and auditory—to hunt for their missing kin. Divers also explored the waterways, all to no avail. No clues to the kids’ whereabouts had been found, not even a backpack—until two this morning.
A night security guard discovered the boys in the middle of the Adalwolf Winery parking lot. Slightly bruised and scratched up, but otherwise alive and well, in their human forms, the youngsters had no  recollection of anything between arriving at the park and waking up in the parking lot with their back packs under their heads—their five-day-old lunches untouched.
Rushed to the ER and examined thoroughly, the boys displayed no evidence of physical abuse. The blank space in their minds where the memories should have been was inaccessible to parents and psychologists. If it weren’t for the fact that the three older girls were still missing, the local authorities wouldn’t continue to press the boys for information. Over time, their memories could return, but without ransom notes, calls or clues, the clock was running down for a successful search and rescue. The local police, state troopers, sheriff’s office, and the West Virginia Bureau of Investigation feared the operation would soon become a search and recovery.
The plane touched down, bounced along the runway, and Eliana’s cell began to vibrate.
“Solomon.”
The gruff voice of her boss boomed in her ear. “New development in the case.” Blackfeather paused. “A hiker found one of the missing girls in a culvert near an abandoned mine. Bites, claw marks. Throat ripped open. Damn thing nearly tore her head off.”
She shuddered. “Black bear?”
“Based on the paw prints around the body, the first responders are saying these weren’t bear bites. More like a dog—or wolf.”
“Boss, aside from zoos and wild animal preserves, there are no wolves in the eastern U.S.”He sighed. “I stand corrected. Werewolf.”
Her stomach lurched, and she gripped the armrest so hard her knuckles turned white. Shit. Shit. Shit. A werewolf attacking one of its own? Why? What the hell was going on?
“West Virginia Division of Homeland Security has a car waiting for you, fully loaded with everything you’ll need for the investigation. Get to that scene.” Her boss clicked off.
Bossy desk jockey.A flush of shame rushed over her. He’d taken on the orphan Anomaly Defense Division of the Science and Technology Directorate that no one else wanted, along with a mission no one else supported or believed in. As abrupt and abrasive as he could be, the Gulf War veteran deserved credit for giving her the opportunity to pursue what everyone else thought was something out of the tales of The Arabian Nights: jinnis. With the needed proof of werewolves and jinnis from Project Aladdin, support surged into the division. A stable funding source made her jinni hunting work possible So far, it seemed wherever there were werewolves, there was jinni activity.

This case was no different. According to the report, relationships between the local humans and werewolves were more than cordial. They were so intermarried, almost everyone was family. A large non-denominational wedding facility placed Summertown on an international list of destination weddings, like Hawaii and Las Vegas, but specifically for werewolves. A thriving bed and breakfast trade supported the wedding industry, along with other leisure activities, such as biking, hiking, white-water rafting, and winery and sightseeing tours. Murder of a werewolf girl wasn’t just bad for the family, it was bad for the town.
About the Author:
Sharon Buchbinder has been writing fiction since middle school and has the rejection slips to prove it. An RN, she provided health care delivery, became a researcher, association executive, and obtained a PhD in Public Health. When not teaching or writing, she can be found fishing, walking her dogs, or breaking bread and laughing with family and friends in Baltimore, MD and Punta Gorda, FL.
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Top Ten Fictional Heroes with Tenaya Jayne

Hello everyone! A huge thank you to Fangtastic Books for having me on today! This is my top ten list of all-time favorite, swoon-worthy, fictional heroes.  

10. Zane from The Dream Thief by Shana Abe. This book is the second in her Drakon series. Zane is awesome because he’s shady, confident, and ruthless. He needs nothing and no one. He’s street smart and can survive in a world of dragon-shifters when he’s only a human. The fact that he has any goodness or love in his heart is a surprise to him, and of course it’s the heroine who brings it out.    

9. Jakob Balston from The Abducted Heiress by Claire Thornton. This 2007 harlequin historical has the best ever marriage proposal. From the first page, Jakob is smart, sexy, self-sacrificing, and not at all superficial. 

8. Ink from Indelible by Dawn Metcalf. This book captivated me from the start because it’s so unusual. I wasn’t sold on Ink as a hero until the heroine is attacked. He doesn’t waste time with excuses or pseudo morality. He handles it with quick, vicious precision. The way he avenges her pain won me over. 

7. Lance from The Night Drifter by Susan Carroll. Lance has a reputation as a rakehell and black sheep and he intends to keep it that way. He has a magical ability to drift, separate his body and soul. Rosalind thinks he’s a ghost. The way he makes her fall in love with him, is hands down one of the most romantic ever! 

6.  Bo Novikov from Beast Behaving Badly by Shelley Laurenston. Bo is great. He scares everyone. Vicious, shifter hybrid, and single-minded hockey player. But if you get to know him, he’s protective, goofy, and heartwarmingly nerdy. 

5. Eli from Liberty Awakened by Alicia Dean. Eli is more of a classic vampire in terms of his abilities and weaknesses but he totally rocks! Despite the fact he is hundreds of years old, he responds to the heroine like a schoolboy. Not a jerk, but not a push over either. He really got under my skin.     

4.  Aelius from Gargoyle by Shelley Martin. You probably haven’t heard of this book and that is a travesty! Aelius is a gargoyle but he’s kind of a shifter because he’s also a man. A really, lovely, hot man, you all should get to know! 

3. Vayhawk from The Heldan by Deborah T. Bickmore. This is another book you probably don’t know and you should! Vayhawk was damn near close to perfection for me. At least my idea of perfect book boyfriend material.  

2. Acheron from Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I don’t think I have to say more. Acheron. You know what I mean. 

1. Syrus from Forbidden Forest by me.  This is one area where it is cool to be an author. I imagined my ideal hero, and then I brought him to life. He’s flawed, kind, laid back, powerful, and hot, of course. He wants a strong woman to fight alongside him. Forest’s strength doesn’t threaten or emasculate him. He’s fun and he’s loyal. You should get to know him. 

Thanks for being here with me today! I wonder, who’s on your list?  



Forbidden ForestThe Legends of RegiaBook OneTenaya Jayne
Genre: YA Fantasy romance, PNR
Publisher: Cold Fire Publishing LLCDate of Publication: 2012
ISBN: 0988275716ASIN: B009JVTLA6
Number of pages: 264Word Count: 77,000
Cover Artist: Erika Doucesse
Book Description:
Born in shame. Cast from society. Shape Shifter/Elf hybrid, Forest must fight for any respect she can get. Targeted in her youth by a vampire noble who placed an illegal slave mark on her, she is forced to obey him, no matter what.
Slipping the grip of her master and abandoning the prejudice of Regia, her native world, Forest takes a job on Earth, guarding the portal, using her skills as a warrior to enforce Regia's laws. Now, called home for a black ops mission, Forest must put aside her own prejudice to transport the vampire prince, Syrus, through enemy territory in a time of war.
Prince Syrus, mage and master of the Blood Kata, wants Forest more than he's ever wanted anything. In spite of their mutual mistrust, their attraction cannot be denied. Through the danger of their mission, and the secrets they both keep, it doesn't matter what they feel. Forest is forbidden.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/Y2FtqAk64VA
Amazon     BN     SmashwordsExcerpt:
Forest pressed her back against the cool concrete wall, wanting to remain aloof from the entity of the crowd. She chose her position in the shadows, out of the paths of the roving, multi-colored spotlights. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the undulating human pheromones flying around on the air. At the beginning of every shift, she allowed herself a few minutes of this alien/human experience, though she didn't fully comprehend the combination of dancing, drinking, and ear-breaking sound waves. They loved it, however, and never seemed to deviate from the recipe. These were the people she was sworn to protect. She had developed a light affection for the human race and considered them a benign, if not slightly silly, bunch of creatures. Her religious passion for her job was rooted in hatred of that which harmed the humans, not a superhero tendency to protect the weak.  Forest opened her eyes and focused all her senses to sniff out the illegal suckers that tried to sneak through the portal. She was in the zone tonight, and not for the first time did she feel that hers was the best job in existence. It was a shame she couldn’t legally kill suckers in her native world.  Over the next two hours, Forest didn’t move from the wall. She monitored the light traffic through the portal: two shifters and one elf, each of which nodded to her respectfully as they passed. Yawn. The shifters left the club to enjoy the delights of Austin’s nightlife elsewhere. The elf would have been breaking Regia’s law had he left the club, but he dutifully seated himself at the bar and ordered a fuzzy navel. He wore a plaid, porkpie hat, pulled down over the tops of his pointed ears. Forest didn’t know him personally, but she had seen him in here before. The bartender surveyed him with narrowed eyes as the elf nervously tugged his hat down further and ordered a few more girly cocktails. Intent on making sure that not one sucker was able to sneak past her, Forest was blindsided by the drunk bubba who had been trying to catch her eye for the last twenty minutes. He had finally decided to stagger over to hit on her.  “Hey babe, you’re too beautiful to look so lonely. How’s ‘bout I buy you a drink?” “How’s ‘bout I call you a cab instead?” Forest mimicked his drawl.  “Only if you share it with me, Darlin.” He leaned in closer, and Forest’s throat began to sting from the noxious fume of booze mixed with his natural musk.  “While I appreciate the offer, Jethro, it seems only right to inform you that I’m not actually attractive at all. If you leaned in a little closer, you’d see that you’ve fallen victim to the effect of beer goggles. A hag like me can’t take advantage of a stud like you.” As he leaned in, Forest instantly enlarged her nose, pockmarked her skin, evaporated her front teeth, and added a large black mole with a long hair sprouting from it for good measure. “You’re no hag, baby! You’re the sexiest little thing in…I…uh…" He stumbled backward. “Good grief! Sorry, sorry…” he stammered, retreating. “I’ve gotta quit drinking,” he mumbled as he turned away. Forest chuckled to herself once he absorbed back into the crowd. Being a shape shifter sometimes had unusual perks.


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Nationally Bestselling author Tenaya Jayne has always walked a shaky line between reality and fantasy. A nomad by nature, she's lived all over the US, and now resides happily in the Midwest, with her husband and sons. She's an advocate for Autism awareness and women trapped in abusive relationships, and feels everyone has too much pain to not enjoy an escape into a fictional fantasy world. Her passions include reading, independent and foreign films, cooking, and moody music. For more about Tenaya and her books, visit www.tenayajayne.com
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Goth Girl, Virgin Queen by JoAnne Keltner

Book Information:
Title: Goth Girl, Virgin Queen
Author Name: JoAnne Keltner
Genre(s): Young Adult Paranormal
Length: Approx. 298 pages
Release Date: December 3, 2015
Publisher:  Solstice Publishing (http://solsticepublishing.com/)


About Goth Girl, Virgin Queen:
Calling Jackie Turov psychic makes her cringe. But Jackie’s no normal seventeen-year-old. She picks up emotions from people and objects like a freak. The emotions make her sick, and the guilt she feels for lying to her church when she was twelve causes her to deny her psychic abilities.
So Jackie goes goth to make others stay away from her and forget her past. But her past is soon resurrected when her jealous friend Trish invites a demon, a persecutor of healers, to steal away Jason’s love for Jackie. The demon causes Jackie to be bullied for the lie she told and puts her best friend, Jason, in danger.
Jackie must learn how to use her gift to protect Jason and herself and to heal the negative energies of those around her. To do so means she must overcome her guilt and accept who she is before the demon claims her soul.
Read an Excerpt:
The medicine cabinet mirror—dotted with rust and turning gray—made the powder foundation on Jackie’s face look ashen and her jet-black hair, blurry. She looked like a shadow of a girl. She smeared black lipstick on her lips and shook out her shoulder-length hair. Her straight-cut bangs veiled her mascara-lined eyes, and the layered ends of her hair stuck out in defiant wisps.

Some of the kids at school—the ones she didn’t hang out with—called her Goth Girl. Some, whose memories wouldn’t die, called her VQ for Virgin Queen.

Jackie preferred Goth Girl, to be one of the living dead, to be numb to the emotions that plagued her. But this was what she wanted, not what she got.

Goth Girl or Virgin Queen, she was a freak, absorbing the emotions around her like a sponge. Sometimes the emotions made her sick. Sometimes they made her see things.

Because of this, she kept to a tight-knit group of goth friends—Jason, Zeta, and Trish—and avoided social activities. She attended high school only because Mom wouldn’t let her homeschool. Mom was afraid she’d hang with Babu all day, making piroshki and doing needlepoint instead of studying. Jackie, afraid of what life offered a freak like her beyond high school, had to admit that hanging with Babu all day was tempting.

Typically, Fridays were movie nights for Jason and her, but tonight would be different. Tonight, she’d subject herself to a hodgepodge of emotions from crowds and rides and the very ground she’d walk on to protect Jason. For this, she would need physical and spiritual strength, which she sought from Babu these days.

Babu’s door was cracked, and Jackie slowly pushed the door open. “Babu?”

The room smelled of beeswax and down. A candle burned on the shrine on the dresser. The flickering flame animated the icon of the Virgin of Vladimir and cast shadows across the picture of Babu, Grandma, Mom, and Jackie. Although Babu didn’t speak English, and Jackie didn’t understand much Russian, Jackie knew Babu kept that picture on her shrine to pray for Grandma, who passed away several years ago; for Mom, who divorced Dad; and for the girl who saw the Virgin when she was twelve—for the girl she had become as a teen.

Babu sat in bed, a country quilt spread over her legs, her thumb pressed against a knot of her prayer rope, her head bowed sleepily, and her lips wording prayers.

“I wanted to say goodbye,” Jackie whispered.

Babu crossed herself and then smiled at Jackie, her gold eyetooth shining from the light of the bed-stand lamp. She patted the empty space beside her. “Sadees.”

Jackie sat down beside Babu at the edge of the bed and took Babu’s hand in hers. Babu’s hand was warm and knotted with arthritis. Jackie rubbed her thumb over the bumps on Babu’s knuckles; her black fingernails were a sharp contrast to Babu’s flour-white skin.

She wasn’t afraid to touch Babu’s hands and absorb her emotions. Jackie got a good feeling from her. Babu filled Jackie’s inner vision with white light. She renewed her spirit. And this is what Jackie needed for the commitment she had made for tonight.

“Kooda eedyosh?” Babu asked.

“I’m going out,” Jackie said as if Babu understood her. This is how they communicated: Babu telling her stuff she couldn’t understand, Jackie telling Babu stuff she couldn’t understand. Somehow they carried on fine this way.

“Eedyosh sdroozyamee?”

“I’m going with Jason.”

Babu rubbed the top of Jackie’s hand and ran her thumb over black fingernails. “Fsyevo kharoshevuh,” she said in a comforting tone and gently squeezed Jackie’s hand. Then she cupped her hands around Jackie’s jaws and pulled her forehead to her lips. Jackie imagined Babu’s kiss imprinted on her forehead and carrying Babu’s blessings and love with her tonight.

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Meet the Author:


JoAnne Keltner is the author of Goth Girl, Virgin Queen (Solstice Publishing, 2015) and Obsession (Musa Publishing, 2013 ed.). As an only child and avid daydreamer, she spent hours alone in her backyard on the South Side of Chicago, which she imagined to be everything from an alien planet to the Antarctic. She currently lives in Raleigh, North Carolina, with her husband, four dogs, cat, and three chickens. When she isn't writing or freelance editing, she's obsessively streaming popular TV shows.

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