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Giveaway- The Love of Marisol by Christos Toulouras

The Love of MarisolChristos Toulouras
Genre: Romance
Publisher: Wattle Publishing
Date of Publication: 2014
Number of pages: 96
Book Description:
When Leo’s marriage ends, he falls into the depths of depression. He decides to escape the loss and the heartbreak with a trip to the other side of the world – Lima, Peru. In some ways, his journey becomes an unexpected salvation as his passions are reignited by the local food and people, the climate and the beautiful and alluring Marisol. The Love of Marisol is a poignant and passionate journey of heartbreak, loss but most of all self-discovery … it reminds us that at the end of one love story, there is always the possibility of a new one …
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About the Author:
Christos Toulouras was born in Cyprus. He has lived in South Africa and Cyprus. He studied Tourist administration in Thessaloniki. He continued his studies in the UK at Leicester University where he received his MBA. He currently lives in Cyprus.
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Cover Reveal Awaken by Christy Sloat

Release date: November 17th, 2015

Awaken 
Slumber Duology 
Book Two
Christy Sloat

About the Book:

Once upon a time I found myself locked away in Spindle Ridge Asylum, punished for a murder I didn’t commit. It was all part of Maleficent’s evil plan. I didn’t remember who I was then … now I do.

My name is Aurora, and I am the rightful queen of this realm. Armed with my memories, I’m ready to take charge of my kingdom once more. Happily ever after evades me, yet I long to claim it with my true love, Sawyer, beside me. That fairy tale ending seems impossible with him locked in the thralls of a sleeping curse.

As much as I’d love to sit by his bedside and eagerly await a cure, I must first travel into the terrifying Dark Woods to stop Raven from stripping me of all that is rightfully mine. I am not only a queen, but a warrior who will fight for her kingdom. Some may die. Blood will be shed.

But when this ending comes, I will settle for nothing less than a blissful ever after.



  
Christy Sloat resides in New Jersey currently with her husband, two daughters and Sophie her Chihuahua. Christy has embraced the love of reading and writing since her youth and was inspired by her grandmother’s loving support. Christy passes that love of reading, writing, and creativity to her daughters, family, and friends. When you do not find Christy within the pages of a book you can find her being mommy,  wife, crafter, and book nerd. She loves adventurous journeys with her friends  and can be known to get lost inside a bookstore. Be sure to venture into her  Past Lives Series, The Visitor’s Series, and watch for many more exciting things  to come. 

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The Freedom of a Pen Name Guest Blog by Angelina J. Windsor

Hi! Thanks so much for having me visit with you today. I hope to make some new friends and share our mutual love of reading and writing! Please feel free to contact me at any of the links I’ve provided below.
The Freedom of a Pen Name
According to Wikipedia, “a pen name, nom de plume, or literary double, is a pseudonym adopted by an author ”. I decided a few months back to embrace the concept never guessing what a journey of words would follow my entry into this world. I came to the decision because as a teacher, even writing a simple sweet love scene, I felt the hard breath of critics standing behind my shoulder. It was such a fine line between acceptable and not acceptable it was stifling. Hence the pen name. But a curious thing happened after I introduced my new ego onto the internet, she began to collect more friends than me! And it was without a personal photograph because I can’t show “me” or I lose the anonymity. That I found strange. I think I’m jealous!
I have been driven for some time now by my characters and my books. A day without some time spent writing feels wasteful and I have fully embraced my need to tell stories. I keep thinking I won’t have enough time to get it all down. (Possibly because I lost two precious brothers so young.) Time spent doing other things feels like just time getting ready to go back to my writing fresh again and sometimes it’s just annoying that other things need to be done. I’m going to assume this is normal for writers because a lot of us are an obsessive Type “A” personalities. I’ve blogged about balance in life before and how hard it is to achieve. I’m still working on it. It’s helped that my wonderful husband is aware of my obsession and encourages me to keep control of it. With just a few words he can remind me that having a life is also valuable and will only help my writing.
Happy reading, Angelina J. Windsor 






Seventh SonDragonstone Wolves SeriesBook OneAngelina J. Windsor
Genre: Gothic Paranormal Historical Erotica
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Date of Publication: August 2015
ISBN: 9781419994401
Number of pages: 73
Word Count: 23,000
Book Description:
An ancient curse. A darkly handsome lord. A desperate woman.

Hungry and homeless, Isobelle refuses to sell her only possession, her body. When she is finally driven to end her suffering, Lord Bram Snowdon rescues her.

Bram lives under a curse, one that's driven him to become a creature in hiding, knowing every full moon will turn him into a monster.

Bram and Isobelle both have demons to fight, and their struggles soon turn to lust...and love. But destiny awaits them: they are fated to help the Dragonstone clan reclaim its birthright. This mission puts Isobelle's life in peril and worse, puts Bram's trust in her at risk.

Morganas, daughter of the Merlin, mage of Dragonstone and Avalon, offers to be a source of the purest help to Isobelle but also becomes her darkest temptation.


An adult historical romance from Ellora’s Cave
Inside Scoop: This story contains a scorching-hot f/f scene.

Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
Excerpt: Chapter One
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth,Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep.John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book IV
A sound. A shadow. The breath stilled in my lungs. I froze mid-stride, icy tentacles of fear twisted around my desperate heart. I waited with every fiber of my body alert to my surroundings. This close to my goal I could not, nay, would not, be denied. A board creaked. The certainty I was not alone slithered through my mind. Evil surely awaited in the rising mist of the gloaming. It crept silently in over the water and beclouded the bottom of the river below. I had to hurry. I willed my body to move and lurched to the dark wooden railing, grasping it with stiffened fingers. Looking down, I could see the mist rising thicker and settling on the cold rushing water. I shuddered. I fancied the swirling mist forming itself into the searching fingers of death. A macabre welcome surely awaited me with absolution for my sins, an end to the agony that my life had become. I felt no hesitation in my mission.A creak. Someone was on the bridge with me. I panicked and looked back towards the muffled footfalls and barely discernible creaks that echoed loudly in my head. The mist felt a living entity as it pursued me over the wide wooden planks and obscured my view. Wait. The deep voice pierced my head a split second before I threw a leg up over the wooden railing and hoisted myself upwards. No time to waste. Just a couple more seconds and my pain would be over forever. The devil would not win my soul.Strong arms pulled me off balance and I tumbled off the railing against a hard body. I screeched with anger and agony, fighting the interference tooth and nail with my clenched fists. Food and shelter cost too dearly. I wanted no part of any rescue.“Let me go! I want to die!”“Hush, no one wants to die,” a low throaty voice soothed.His body radiated heat and calmed my tormented mind. I found I wanted to stay within the confines of his arms and be warmed. What had happened to my death wish? Was a warm man enough to turn me away from a choice that had seemed inevitable and well-chosen only moments ago? That I had promised myself this very night. I couldn’t go back. No one could make me. I would not, could not let that happen, but still I did not struggle. I let myself be embraced by the stranger while my mind raced.He held me for an indeterminable amount of time ’til my thoughts finally quieted. I could hear the water as it rushed over the rocks fifty feet below. I breathed in his fresh woodsy odor of pine and wood smoke and I began to recover. I become aware that he was far taller than I for my head was tucked in well below his chin. As he held me thoughts came into my mind, thoughts of not being hungry and not having been reduced to consider begging for a single hard crust of bread in exchange for sexual favors. Thoughts instead of what it felt like to have a full belly and lie in a warm bed. Luxuries I had not had thought existed for me anymore. The man’s arms were indeed magical if they could offer such comfort, fleeting though it might be.“Are ye feeling better, lass?”His lilting accent further soothed me as I recognized a fellow countryman.“Aye,” I answered simply, surprised that I was. I should have pulled away but I found I could not. I wanted to stay in his embrace. My arms crept around him of their own volition and I hugged him closer. His breathing slowed while his lower body pressed hard into mine. I felt his manhood firm against my stomach and it sent the first real excitement I had ever felt for a man coursing through my body. I was alive. Life was still possible. My body wanted to celebrate its victory.

 About the Author:
Angelina J. Windsor, Sugar and  Spice and Everything…Naughty, hails from Canada. Married to the love of her life, she has combined her love of romance and the paranormal with her interest in exploring highly charged erotica in a historical setting in her newest book, Seventh Son, first book in the Dragonstone Wolves Series.
A love of reading and writing sent her on her life’s quest to connect with others over the written word, “for having our voices heard is akin to sharing our souls”. She hopes her characters will touch your heart and help you escape the bonds of this Earth as she surrounds you with an otherworldly experience where werewolves and goddesses roam freely and break all the rules. She loves to be approached about the journey of writing.
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Guest Video Blog from Susannah Scott- New Release Dragons Will Fall

From Award of Excellence finalist and Angie Award winner, Susannah Scott, comes a new, ancient world series full of exiled magicians, imperiled dragon-shifters, and steamy romance.
An outcast magician with lousy control...


Dragons Will Fall 
Kingdom Come: Book 1
Susannah Scott

Kas is a half-light with the “gift” of invisibility and healing, but her sometimes deadly magic makes her distrusted by her own people. In an effort to prove her worth and save her people from execution, she infiltrates an enemy castle on a spy mission, but is kidnapped by a powerful intruder. When her only friend is taken hostage as well, Kas has no choice but to embrace her volatile magic and turn to her captor for help.

A dragon-shifter king with an island in revolt...

Cullen is the most powerful dragon of his generation, but strength and cunning won’t stop the mysterious scourge killing his kinsmen. After he steals Kas away to heal them, he’s incensed to find her magic is uncontrollable. Despite her unpredictable powers and non-existent fighting skills, he soon becomes convinced she holds the key to saving the dying dragon race. He’s willing to do anything to gain her cooperation. Even if it means breaking all taboos and seducing the crafty little magician.

With a kingdom of enemies after them both, Kas and Cullen must learn to trust each other before their kingdoms are rendered extinct.



DRAGONS WILL FALL is a full-length HEA, stand-alone fantasy romance about a woman who doesn’t trust anyone, not even herself, and the Dragon King who convinces her to examine her fears and desires. The series may appeal to fans of Warprize, Throne of Glass, Radiance, and the Dragon Blood series. Due to “open-door” sexual content and dastardly-dude-comeuppance, this book is recommended for mature readers.


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Kingdom Come Series: 
 Book 1: Dragons Will Fall, (Kas and Cullen) September 2015
 Book 2: Waters Will Rage, (Muriel and Hank), early 2016
 Book 3: Kingdom Come, (Felix and Lettie), late 2016 

Excerpt:
Armati dragged her to the library door, kicked the guard aside, and pulled her into the hallway. No other guards seemed to be coming. If she let him drag her from the castle, she would be lost. Her best chance at escape was now, when he dealt with the humans. Kas turned herself to invisible and wrenched away, but his grip didn't waver. At the top of the stairs, he paused and spoke directly into her ear. “Behave.” Behave? She fought in earnest, kicking and hitting at him all the way down, but only managed to bang her heels on the risers. Armati pulled her past the hearth room to the kitchen. Behind them, a bell rang a single repeated clang, signaling that the castle was under attack. “Leave, now,” he said as they entered the kitchen. The servants looked at him slack-jawed and fled out the door. Kas released her hold on her cells, and the hum of transformation zipped along her nerves, allowing her body to become wholly visible. “Let me go,” she said. “Or I'll start screaming and bring the guards.” His eyes swept from her toes to her face. “You'll scream?” An amused muscle twitched near his mouth. “I'm terrified.” He opened the cellar door and gave her a push downward. She braced her arms wide on the open door, resisting by holding the doorframe. Armati brought his face to her ear, and the scrape of his beard abraded the side of her chin. “Get in. Now.” The words puffed along her neck, sending chills down her back. She rammed her right leg to his groin, but he caught her knee in a tight grip before she made contact. He smiled the slow, taunting smile from the library, and slowly lifted her leg past her waist. She jumped on her left foot to keep her balance. Armati crowded her so she had to back step down the cellar stairs. He closed the door behind them and followed. Damp earth and stored onions filled her nostrils. Muted light from the kitchen permeated the wooden floorboards above their heads. “They'll find you.” She composed her voice. “You'll never get away.” He stalked toward her, and she forced herself not to cower. His eyes dropped to her brown tunic, pants, and boots. “Who are you?” “I’m no one.” “Not true,” he said with a sardonic twist of his lips. “You've got a wicked right knee.” He walked closer and she retreated until her back hit the cellar wall. “And magic, so you're either a full Magician or a Half-Light.” “I am no one,” she repeated. Without warning, he reached forward and pulled open her shirt. “Hey!” Buttons scattered to the dirt.Armati turned her so her chemise pressed to the musty wall. He yanked her woolen shirt off her shoulders and his hands lifted her under shirt from her back. His cursory inspection told her that he wasn't after seduction. “What are you doing?” He released her and she flipped around and tugged her clothes together. “You've no markings, and the Magicians aren't prone to leave the mountain. You're a Half-Light.” He gazed at her thoughtfully. “You know where the healer is.” Kas shook her head. “No, I don't.” “I can hear your heart beat and smell your emotions.” Armati leaned forward and inhaled deeply. “You're lying.” She pressed her lips closed and crossed her arms over her ruined shirt. “I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire.” Overhead, boots stomped across the wood floor, sending dirt showering down. Armati stepped closer, crowding her against the wall. The heat of his body leached through the narrow space between them. “Is invisibility all you can do?” She knew how to be quiet. Armati held his hands up in mock surrender and stepped back a foot. “I need to talk to your leader.” “What makes you think I'm not our leader?” He dragged his gaze from her feet to her face, lingering briefly on her chest. A blush heated her cheeks and she pulled her arms tighter around her torso. “You can't lead people without good boots. Never know when you're going to need to stick one up an ass.”





Praise for Susannah Scott... 

"It is amazing to experience the extent of an author's imagination, and Scott really soars."~Sara Reyes, Kirkus Review 


"Awesome! The book was fun and exciting to read. I was caught up in the fascinating, truly original storyline, romance, drama, action, and suspense... The sexual tension was great. The steamy scenes were hot."~ DebA, Night Owl Reviews Top Pick


About the Author
Mrs. Scott is an Award of Excellence finalist and Angie Award winner for her dragon-filled romance stories. She lives with her family in Southern Missouri and loves connecting with readers through social media. 

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Guest Blog and Giveaway Chalvaren Rising by Paula Millhouse

The King’s Cellars

Paula Millhouse, author of the Kingdoms of Chalvaren catches an awesome break and receives a distinguished invitation down into the bunker under Castle Elias by King Lachlan Elias. Her company for this hush-hush impromptu visit to the King’s Cellars is Prince Kort Elias, and Mia’s dragonlet, Magnus.
Paula: “Kort…? Are you sure he meant for me to follow you down here? To his private cave?”
Kort: “Yes. He asked for you specifically. Just keep close, and don’t ask too many questions. Let my father lead the tour of his cellars, okay?”
Paula: Shakes her head in agreement. “Right. Okay. What exactly are we doing here?”
Kort: “You wanted to know more about the Royal Mead my father brews, right? This is where my father does his thing.”
Paula: Magnus the dragonlet bumps into me, and shoves me forward into the center of the cool stone room. A flood of light from above us illuminates me in a spotlight. “Watch that snout of yours, dragon.” The room is filled with the sweet aroma of honey. King Lachlan ignores us and sets about shaking large clear bottles of what I expect to be his fermenting mead.
Magnus: “Sorry,” the dragonlet says, and skitters off into the dark recesses of the great stone hall. I worry about him. He has a penchant for getting into trouble.
King Lachlan waves at me: “Come over here, Paula, and look at what we’ve done.” Kort guides me toward his father. I go forward and look at the 5 gallon bottles Lachlan is shaking, taking care to attend to each one on a large fermenting rack. 
Paula: “So, you brew mead, King Lachlan? Monks on Earth brewed Honey Wine in the middle ages. I love Mead!”
King Lachlan: He smiles as he tends each fermenting five gallon bottle, shaking the glass in his hands vigorously: “Not only Earth, Paula, but many cultures honor the ancient rite of brewing honey wine. Would you like to taste some of Castle Elias’ favorite brews?”
Paula: I nod my head yes. “So, honey, water, and yeast yield Mead. Tell me about your cellars, King Lachlan.” A rotund chef appears out of the shadows. I instantly recognize him as Chef Thorvid. Of course he’d be here, supporting the king. He’s done this job well for over twenty-five years. “Chef Thorvid. You refused to tell me about the King’s food, but what about his Mead?”
Chef Thorvid: The portly elf giggled and adjusted his white beret. “Well, the king’s cellars are a different subject all-together, Paula. Now that you have an official invitation for a tour, what would you like to know?”
Paula: The sound of pottery clashing to the stone floors interrupts our conversation. I turn as I overhear Kort yelling, “Magnus! Stop that! Get out of the honey! That’s reserved for my father’s Mead!”
Paula: I turn to the king and the chef. “Oh, dear. The dragonlet’s discovered the honey pots. Where do you get all of this?"
King Lachlan, smiling: “Don’t worry Kort. We’ll find more. Paula, we harvest honey from the numerous hives Chef Thorvid set up around Castle Elias. We cultivate hives here. Keeping bees alive means we all stay alive. They pollinate all our crops, and the sweet honey they make from the surrounding forest wildflowers ensure I have enough honey to collect to make my castle cellars burst with Mead.” He takes a flute of amber colored mead from Chef Thorvid’s pudgy hands and presents it to me. “Here, have a taste and tell me what you sense?”
Paula: I sip the offering. The King’s Mead is dry on my tongue, with an afterglow of sunshine, like warmed honey meeting hot, buttered, fresh-baked bread. I stare into Lachlan’s blue eyes. “It’s complex. The flavor is buttery, yet light, and fragrant.” As the Mead courses through my veins, tickling my lower legs all the way to my toes, I’m struck with the feeling this may be the best cocktail I’ve ever tasted. “Oh. My. That’s powerful, King Lachlan.”
Chef Thorvid’s face pinks up, his smile lighting his eyes. “15% ABV, my dear. Watch yourself. That’s a heady concoction.”
King Lachlan smiles broadly, and takes my hands in his. “Wait until you taste my batch of Mead flavored with Rose Petals. That’s Queen Elissabet’s favorite. Thorvid, pour Paula a glass of the Queen’s Rose Wine this instant. It’s truly a labor of love. We’re not leaving this cellar without a bottle for her to take up to her room.”
Paula: I blush. “Yes, please. I’d love to taste the Queen’s Mead.” Off behind me another clash of pottery hitting the stone floors of the castle hammers my head. I hear Kort scream at Magnus. “Stop upsetting those crocks, Dragon. Chef Thorvid will have your hide for eating the King’s honey!”
Lachlan looks over my shoulder, his face clouded with dismay. Chef Thorvid raises both fists in disdain, and lumbers off to intercede on the king’s behalf. “Can’t you control that dragonlet, Kort? For God’s sake – where’s Mia when we need her? Get him out of the King’s honey!”
Paula: I turn around to see the dragonlet scooping up clawfuls of precious honey from overturned pots and stuffing his mouth with the viscous, amber liquid. I can’t help but laugh at the sight. The dragonlet wants what he wants. I sip the first amazing taste of Queen Elissabet’s Rose Petal Mead as I watch Chef Thorvid, Kort, and King Lachlan attempt to convince Magnus to give up the Royal Honey.


Queen Elissabet’s Rose Flowered Mead Recipe:
Rose Petal Mead 
Dry Mead
• 12 lbs. of Elven Honey 
• 4 gallons of local spring water
• 5 teaspoons of yeast nutrient – Elven Bright Sugar with B-vitamins and a touch of magic• 2 Tbsp of Chef Thorvid’s proprietary Champagne yeast 
Mix all ingredients together at room temperature, oxygenate, and allow to blow off after 24-48 hours of fermentation in sterilized glass container with air lock. Let ferment for 2-3 weeks. 
Re-rack into sterilized container and feed with more Elven Bright Sugar and a touch of magic.
Right before your final racking you add two cups fresh Queen’s Rose Petals per gallon of mead, harvested at midnight by the light of a full moon. 
Let them simply float around until they are clearish and settling to the bottom, then filter your mead and bottle. This will give your Queen’s Mead a rose-like smell as well as the taste of rose.  Prep for the rose petals is rather simple - just softly wash them off with Elven Spring Water. No need to boil or press, as you want the flavor to be a gentle one, and not too over-powering. 
Re-rack X 3. If you can keep your Queen out of the batch it’s best bottled after seven precious months of fermentation.


Chalvaren RisingA Kingdom of Chalvaren RomancePaula Millhouse
Publisher: Boroughs Publishing
Book Description:
THE DRAGONSTONE HAS RETURNED
With the love of Kort, Chalvaren’s warrior-prince heir, Mia Ansgar will seize her birthright and become the great dragon-riding wizardess prophesied to free that elven kingdom from her embittered sorceress kin.
TO ASCEND TRIUMPHANT
Twenty-five years ago, Theo Ansgar abandoned the Kingdom of Chalvaren for a hiding place on another world. Some called him traitor. Some, thief. Now his fully grown daughter Mia must return to the land of her birth...and their war. 
It was the elf prince Kort Elias who brought her back. Theirs was an instant connection, an inescapable union of body, soul and sorcery, reminding Mia of what she truly is, and what she must become. There is also Magnus, destined to be more potent than any wyrm Chalvaren has ever seen, a three-day-old dragonlet Mia must nurture and then ride. And then there is the Dragonstone, an artifact of power nonpareil. Joined, they can tip the scales of battle against the wraith-possessed forces of darkness, of Mia’s own embittered kin. Redemption will be offered, the protected will become the protector, and an ancient prophecy will come to fruition, but only righteous love can conquer all.
Boroughs Publishing


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Excerpt:

“You said we could unite our auras and free the Dragonstone from my father’s protections…?”
Kort’s smile broadened. “That amethyst is the largest chunk of dragon ore ever known to the elves of Chalvaren. The legend around it, if you go in for that sort of thing, is that dragons themselves tore it from the Drahkos Mountains.”
It was luminescent, the most beautiful jewel Mia had ever seen. She blinked, her mother’s words pouring through her mind. Your One True Love… If she was willing to risk being forever alone.Kort whispered close in her ear, “It’s a conduit for energy of all kinds, Mia. Plus it has a special attunement to…” He eyed her meaningfully. “The physical.”
She gulped. “So…? How, exactly…? I mean…” She searched Kort’s eyes and smoothed her other hand down the skirt of her purple dress to dry her palm. “What are you proposing we do to liberate the thing?”
Kort pulled her into a kiss.
Mia let him.
Their magic auras mingled, and she nearly lost her breath. She trembled in his arms and arched her chest into his. Kort held her tight, his hands drifting down her back. She let the warmth of his body flush through her, and the spark of desire she’d felt earlier when they melded their auras to cast the spell over Magnus burst into full flame. His touch destroyed her with need, and she pressed closer, mindless, reveling in the first kiss she’d ever experienced.
He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and Mia reveled in his mastery. When Kort broke away, she arched her neck so he could kiss her neck and he trailed hot moist kisses up to the crest of one pointed ear.
“Let me love you, Mia. You don’t belong here. You belong with me. Let’s use the power of our auras at the height of ecstasy to release the Dragonstone and go home.”
At the height of ecstasy? Was he saying they would make love?
Whatever this magic was—whatever its intent and whatever its danger—Mia wanted more. All of this had been foretold by her parents. Magnus had led Kort to find her.
She was ready to see where he led.



About the Author:
Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child, Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south.
Paula lives with her husband at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies. In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters in thrilling romantic fiction.
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Guest Blog and Kindle Freebie: Awakened by Sennah Tate

When I first set out to write the Soul Shifters series, I spent a lot of time thinking about how my big bad guy would manifest. I wanted to draw from personal experience, but unfortunately (or I guess, fortunately) I didn’t have any personal experience with demons and creepy shadow monsters. What I did have a lot of experience with as a Native Floridian, is weather. Specifically: hurricanes. 

I’ve always been a bit of a weather nerd. Once upon a time, my career aspirations were to be “that crazy reporter on the beach during a hurricane.” By the time I entered High School, I was placed into a journalism class and quickly volunteered for the position of meteorologist on the news program we produced. 

Not content to report on the actual weather, I conjured up giant fronts, destructive storms and once (during a particularly warm week) I predicted a blizzard. My on-screen abilities were sorely lacking and by the end of the semester the news project was brought to a close. 

Nowadays, I’m much more comfortable creating fictional weather from behind my keyboard. When the opportunity presented itself in this series, I knew I had to take it. 

Hurricanes are particularly fascinating to me because, unlike many other weather events, they aren’t a single moment in time. Rather, the development and formation of a hurricane is something to be monitored for days -- weeks even. The smallest details are obsessed over; surface water temperatures, troughs and terrain can all affect the strength, longevity and destructive capability of a storm. 

It was the perfect vehicle to build growing unease throughout the series. 

I wanted to bring the experience of living through one of these terrifying wonders to my readers in a safe way. I wanted Hurricane Oscar to be a character in his own right, looming in the distance, growing and biding his time. 

There’s nothing quite like feeling the shift in air pressure as a storm comes or watching the entire sky rotate overhead as Mother Nature displays her awesome power. I wanted to bring forth my fascination and reverence for weather events like this and share a passion of mine with my readers. And of course, no matter how fearsome and astonishing the power of natural forces, I wanted to show that nothing can conquer the power of love. 

AwakenedSoul ShiftersBook 1 of 5Sennah Tate
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Red Lily Publishing
Date of Publication: June 14, 2015
ISBN: 978-1514127636ASIN: B00ZQ3PZQ0
Number of pages: 201Word Count: 45000
Cover Artist: Sennah Tate
Book Description:
It can never, never happen. Not with him.
Good girl schoolteacher Gemma has always played it safe, colored inside the lines. Her only indulgence is a recurrent fantasy about Carson, her town’s ultimate bad boy. Carson is fifty shades of wrong for Gemma, but damn if the risk-taking ex-con doesn’t inspire dark, waking-at-night-clenching-the-sheets thoughts in Gemma’s orderly little mind...
Don’t touch. Don’t look. Don’t even think about him. No matter how good he might be in your dreams, he’s bad.
All Gemma’s promises fly out the window when her best friend goes missing. Carson is the only one who can help Gemma uncover the truth, and if some sparks fly along the way… so what? It doesn’t mean anything.
Right?
As tensions rise, Carson and Gemma are both stripped down, revealing steamy paranormal secrets and an unbridled hunger that simply refuses to be tamed.
Available Free on Amazon September 14- 18
Excerpt:
“I think we should tell the others about this if you’re going to go out looking for Izzy,” Gemma said.Carson nodded.“Okay, tomorrow,” he answered, wrapping his arms around her waist.“What are your plans for tonight?” She asked, her eyebrow raising with a half-cocked smile.His hands slipped into her back pockets and brought her forward until they were pressed together.“Tonight? Oh, I don’t know, I was thinking of heading to bed early.”“Oh were you?”Her bashful smile made his heart yearn for her. He felt the raw animalistic need to claim her simmering just beneath the surface. He would give the wolf what it wanted, but he would do it on his own time. No matter how much his other half wanted to dive right in, Carson had every intention of taking his time with Gemma.He pressed his lips against her throat, trailing kisses across her responsive flesh. Gemma shivered and let out a moan that made Carson growl with unadulterated need.“What do you think of my plan?” He said, his voice barely a whisper as his lips skirted past her ear.Gemma closed her eyes on a sigh; liquid heat pooled in her core and burned like nothing ever had before. She had an unbearable thirst and Carson was the only thing that could quench it.“I think,” she whispered, trying to play into his game, “that early can’t come soon enough.”Carson’s face split into a wide smile before his mouth descended on hers, dragging her out to sea with him once more. He hefted her into his arms and refused to release her lips for her answering squeal of surprise.She watched him through her eyelashes in a sultry gaze that set his blood on fire. There was no denying that this woman had a hold on him that rivaled anything he’d ever felt.He carried her through the threshold of her bedroom, determined to spend the next dozen or so hours showing her exactly how special she’d become to him.
***Their connection was a tangible thing. Carson felt himself pulled to her as if they were attached at the hip. The wolf inside of him clamored to be free, desperate to claim his mate. Carson pushed back against it, wanting to take his time with this beautiful bounty he’d so generously received.He peeled her clothing off as if he were removing a bandage, slow, methodical, with the lightest touch. Each new expanse of creamy skin he revealed sent a fresh jolt of desire straight to his cock. Gemma responded to his touch beautifully; her body reacted to even his most gentle touches. Her breaths became shallower. Forced. His fingers slid down her body, finding her already wet and ready for him. This was what he’d been craving since the moment he laid eyes on her, bent over the front seat of her car.“Carson,” she panted, arching her hips to meet his fingers.They kissed. A slow, exploratory kiss that turned into something else – fevered and impatient. Gemma gripped him, guiding his erection to her entrance.“Please,” she begged, her brain overwhelmed with the torrent of sensations he created.
He groaned as nimble fingers worked him to the brink. He’d wanted to take this slow, lavish her with affection, make it a moment she would never forget. That all went out the window when she begged for him.
About the Author:
Sennah Tate is an up and coming Florida author in the world of romance. She likes writing about fiery heroines unashamed of their curves and the sizzling hot shifters that can't get enough of them.
When she's not writing and drawing dinosaurs, she enjoys the outdoors, her friendly retriever mix, and Disney World. Her exuberant personality brings cheer to dark days and she firmly believes that redheads will inherit the earth.
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Invaders from the Outer Rim by Eric Coyote and Walt Morton

Invaders from the Outer RimEric Coyote and Walt Morton
Genre: Sci-Fi Erotica
Date of Publication: August 2, 2015
ASIN: B013AHFQ1C
Number of pages: 52Word Count: 12,800
Cover Artist: Walt Morton
Book Description:
Every small town has secrets but when Sheriff Olsen begins an investigation of weird events in Santa Maria, he discovers close encounters of the kinkiest kind.
 Invaders from the Outer Rim is a mind-bending tale that explores the unfulfilled desires of the female psyche.
Literary critics agree this collaboration between award-winning authors Eric Coyote and Walt Morton is a groundbreaking achievement in erotic science fiction.

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About the Authors:
Eric Coyote and Walt Morton both attended the University of Southern California’s prestigious film school, which is (in retrospect) poor training for anyone writing erotic science fiction.
Eric is the author of the ultra noir detective novel The Long Drunk, named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best of 2012. Walt’s debut novel American Ghoul is a dark fantasy beloved by fans and food critics.
Both men live in Venice, California, but almost never go to the beach, and neither surfs.
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Flint Zombie Walk October 3, 2015

Are you going to the Flint Zombie Walk this year? 

My family has been going for the past couple of years. 
The photo to the left is from last year- my daughter was a zombie voodoo doll, my little guy a zombie and my husband the zombie hunter.
I was just a zombie mom taking photos.
It's a fun thing to do even if you're not into zombies.
Every year The Flint Zombie Walk chooses a local charity to donate proceeds from the walk to. It's a great way to contribute to the community.
The Flint Zombie Walk has more than just a walk too- they have vendors where you can buy spooky stuff, a raffle so you can enter to win scarific prizes, and last year they even had a pageant- one for zombie kids and one for zombie adults.

The photo to the right is my kids participating in the pageant.

If you are in the Flint area, love all things zombie, or simply all things Halloween the Zombie Walk is something you must participate in.

And don't worry about dressing up, you don't have to if you don't want to but really that's part of the fun. And there are all kinds of zombies there- regular zombies, a Santa Zombie, I even spotted a zombie banana, yeah you read that right, a zombie banana.

Last year there was a zombie wedding too.

Isn't she a lovely bride? LOL



You can get creative with anything in your closet that you don't mind getting trashed. Just toss some blood and dirt on it and you're all set.

No time for creativity? Check out Pure Costumes. 

They have costumes for everything. Even some pretty scary ones that can be zombified in a heartbeat- scary clowns, gothic nuns, a dead bride. Easy to add the right makeup and turn any of them into a zombie.
http://www.purecostumes.com/adult-scary-costumes.html

They have several wicked masks, great makeup and a cool zombie chest accessory piece- and of course they have zombie costumes including Zombie Prom Queens, Zombie Deputy Dead, and The Walking Dead Costumes- the Deluxe Decomposed Zombie, the Little Girl Zombie, The Walking Dead Doctor, and The Walking Dead Sheriff Rick.

Plenty to choose from, so make your own costume, buy one, or just come as you are.

Hope you'll join us in downtown Flint October 3.

Guest Blog: Vampire Vic2: Morbius Reborn by Harris Gray

My Name is Victor and My Life Sucks
So, I’ve been asked to write about why my life sucks. Well, let me start with my job. I’m an accounting manager for a construction firm here in Houston and nobody respects the work I do. I cover everyone’s ass all the time. Doing everyone’s tasks, duties & assignments. Without an acknowledgment or a simple...thanks.... 

All of my staff go out for long lunches and TGIF parties on Tuesday afternoons. Never with me. Oh, sometimes I get a phone call from the local water hole to join them. That's nice. Until I arrive and I am asked to shuttle all the drunk employees to their homes or to the next bar. I should not complain too much, sometimes I do get invited out to their parties. Then, stuck with the tab. Thanks, a lot.

After that, I get to go home to my ex-wife. Who claims not to be able to afford to live on her own. So, I pay her alimony and she sleeps in my bed, sans me. I also get to pay child support and tuition for an ungrateful disapproving child. My daughter goes to boarding school a ½ mile away and doesn’t like to acknowledge me, she pretended to be her classmate’s sister for the annual Father-Daughter dance.

Also, my model train set in the garage hasn’t been touched since I came down with my...affliction. And my best friend works at a blood bank & has a strange affinity for Strawberry Shortcake. So what, you say. Okay.

Did I mention that my daughter is dating a much older man who is trying to kill me? No? Yes, yes he is trying to kill me. Last but not least. I am a vampire. Yes, life sucks. It sucks hard.

Yours,

Vampire Vic


Hello My Name is Eugene Foreman, Vampire Slayer. And My Life Sucks!
No one asked me to write about my life. And that sucks! Because it confirms that you are all vampire-crazy. 

In your eyes, the vampire can do no wrong. You can’t get enough vampire “entertainment” – you want to read about the evil undead bloodsuckers in People magazine, you want to see them exposed on TMZ, you want them as your neighbors! You think vampires are sexy…?!? If leeches had nice hair, would you find them appealing? 

I left New Orleans to escape vampire ga-ga, so that I could get down to some serious slaying. But it’s not better here in Houston – in fact it’s worse! People in New Orleans have experienced vampire tragedy over the centuries, so they at least have some understanding of the evil. Here, you’re going on dates with vampires and hoping to get bit! Too bad mosquitos don’t have lips, you could make out with them, too, right before they sucked you dry!

The vampire Victor Thetherson, he is a perfect example. His name lights up the slayer chat rooms. The slayer community knows he needs to be stopped, even if no one really understands why. Meanwhile, the rest of you are in mourning if Victor chips a fang. And I’m the bad guy for trying to put a stake in his heart.

Sure I know that’s partly because I’m dating Victor’s daughter. Sorry, but for the good of the world I am prepared to break her heart. Which is a shame, because Amberly is the prettiest girl I’ve ever known, and full of this spirit that makes my throat tickle. Yes she is a little on the young side. But that’s good, the young are better healers.

That’s why my life sucks! If you would all wake up and see these bloodsuckers as the scum from Hell that they are, I wouldn’t have to deceive Amberly in order to get close to her evil undead father, he would be an unemployed vampire bum on the street and I would slay him in the gutter in front of a cheering crowd. Then I could wait for Amberly to turn 18 and in the meantime pay visits to any high school boys trying to date her and pretend I am 100% certain they are vampires. 

But instead, it’s Opposite Day, every day. Vampires rule, and slayers wade knee-deep in your drool. That’s fine. The Foremans have been slayers for generations, sacrificing for you. Destiny is loud and clear in my ear, telling me that if I take down Victor, the tide will turn. 

I’m ready to suffer all your abuse if that’s what it takes to save the world. I just hope that Amberly doesn’t end up hating me. Then my life would really suck.

All the best, 
Eugene The Vampire Slayer




Vampire Vic2: Morbius RebornISBN: 978-09888957-5-1Paperback, $13.95Ebook, $3.99Urban Fantasy257 pagesSeptember 15, 2015

Vampires walk among us. Appraising our houses, policing our neighborhoods, crossing our borders. We understand there will be biting and an occasional conversion. These are small sacrifices for the sexy thrill. We do worry about vampires popping up in positions of power. They are evolved, difficult to slay, not as sexy. A backlash grows; but are we far too late?
Victor Thetherson is nearly cured. The treatment buries the charisma and confidence that only vampirism seems able to resurrect, and snuffs his rekindled love affair with ex-wife Barbara. Victor can’t trust himself as a vampire and doesn’t want to live with himself otherwise.
Eugene Foreman dispenses wisdom on his Sage Slayer site, offs vamps when convenient, and romances Victor and Barbara’s daughter, Amberly. His sensei, the Civil War Soldier, begs Eugene to slay Victor before he realizes his deadly inheritance.
Victor versus Eugene, round two in an ancient war. With Morbius Reborn, our time at the top of the food chain is coming to an end.
Catch up on the series by reading IndieReader Top 10 Selection Vampire Vic .
“Victor Barton Thetherson has a self-esteem problem. His ex-wife bullies him. He is manager in a construction accounting firm, yet his staff makes fun of him. His teenaged daughter pretends not to know him. Moreover, she’s not above finding fake fathers to act on his behalf. It seems as if nothing is going well in his life. Oh, and he’s a vampire.”
Praise for the Series
“The writing in Vampire Vic is lively, smooth, and commercial.  Vic is an extremely sympathetic protagonist, and his struggle to unleash his true vampiric potential and assert himself is a struggle that a lot of readers can relate to. There is a great voice to the writing, and Vic’s internal emotional arc is well-developed.” - Judge, Writer’s Digest 21st Annual Self-Published Book Awards (score 24/25)
“A vampire’s entertaining journey of self-discovery.” - Kirkus Reviews
From Readers on Amazon and Goodreads
“Truly a great book about defining oneself.  Definite read for all of us looking for a new take on the old Vampire.”
"The author's fantastic character development and unusual plot kept me captivated from thebeginning to end. A nice entertaining read that I would recommend to all fantasy fans.”
“A fabulous book and one I would highly recommend.  Even if you think you are sick of vampires, please do yourself a favor and read this book. The writing style is unique and intriguing, and something I’m sure you will enjoy.”
“This unique book draws you in immediately with a storyline that hasn't been done before. The character development is tremendous, leading the reader to feel compassion, empathy, sadness, anger, and humor throughout the book, because the characters are so relatable. In fact, some of the gut-wrenching difficulties we each go through in relationships are illustrated so vividly, that you forget this book is about a vampire! I found myself drawn to the humanness of Vic, yet rooting for him to bite people!”
Biography of Harris Gray
Harris Gray combines the writing talents of duo Allan Harris and Jason Gray. Together, they have written three novels, two screenplays, a Christmas play and a collection of stories from Jason’s younger days. An early version of their novel Java Man was a finalist in the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers contest.  Allan is a former guest columnist for The Denver Post and Jason owns Crowfoot Valley Coffee and Crowbar, land of rumor and embellishment. Their collaboration began in Jason’s coffee shop. Allan wrote and eavesdropped as Jason entertained his customers. One day, Allan found a little yellow notepad waiting for him, crammed to the margins with Jason’s exploits. Allan typed them, touched them up, and called it good; but Jason had other ideas. As their tales converged and became inseparable, Harris Gray emerged. While the two couldn’t be more different in how they think and write, Harris says, “There is something wonderful and incredibly cohesive when we create a story together.” In Gray’s words, “We’re something less than Sybil and more than Siamese twins.”

Vampire Vic , the first installment in the darkly funny and relatable trilogy, launched in March 2013. Readers can add the follow-up, Vampire Vic2: Morbius Reborn, to their bookshelves this fall. Harris Gray also released their standalone novel Java Man in November 2013.   

Sexy Character Inspiration: Devil’s Playground by Helena Shaw

One of the most common questions I get from friends and readers is which men inspire me to write the men I do in my stories. I’ll be honest, I watch a ton of paranormal, spooky, and supernatural movies and TV shows, so the men I write tend to be composites of all my favorites.
So how about I share some of those with you now?
5. Damon Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries) – Oh who doesn’t love a troubled, brooding vampire who keeps getting love torn away from him? Plus, Ian Somerhalder is so easy on the eyes.
4.  Ichabod Crane (Sleepy Hollow) – Too smart for his own good, and still tall, dark and handsome. Him struggling to adapt to modern life always has me laughing, and the suddenly he’s brooding and I’m fanning myself. Tom Mison makes Ichabod oddly relatable.
3. Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) – Who doesn’t love a sexy shifter? And I don’t mean Michael J. Fox (though that movie was a classic). The MTV Teen Wolf series still has me tuning in after five seasons for Tyler Posey.
2. Dean Winchester (Supernatural) – of course a Winchester made the list! I still love Sam and Cas, but I couldn’t pack this list with just the guys from Supernatural. Out of all of them, Dean (Jensen Ackles) is the one who has my heart.
1. Fox Mulder (The X-Files) – Okay, unconventional choice for sure, but Mulder (David Duchovny) has been my number one since I was nine years old. Sure, those 90s FBI trench coats might not be the most flattering, but he more than made up for it with his passion, need to believe, and his love for Scully. Every time he looks in her eyes, I swoon over and over again. That, and I may or may not have an X-Files tattoo somewhere on my body!

Devil’s PlaygroundNight HuntersBook 4Helena Shaw
Genre: Paranormal Romance    
Publisher: Jynxed Moon
Date of Publication: August 15th, 2015
ISBN: TBDASIN: TBD
Cover Artist: Helena Shaw
Book Description:
She finally thought she was free.
Dawn Garrett has been on the run from her past since the day she turned eighteen. A new name, a new life, and a new love have kept her safe from the one man who will stop at nothing to get her back.
Together with Jase Byrnes, Dawn has stood up against werewolves, witches, vampires, and so much more. She’s learned to be a hunter and with Jase by her side, she’s finally found the strength she’s been looking for.
But the man she’s spent so long running from is hot on her trail and Dawn is out of places to run. She’ll need to stand and face him, but she’s trapped in his playground and he’s got more tricks up his sleeve than she ever thought possible.


Excerpt: The snow showed no signs of slowing down as it whipped and whirled through Dawn’s hair. All her sweaters were gone, her makeshift scarf, her boots, everything.And yet she wasn’t cold.When she and Jase had gone out earlier, the snow had been so cold that it hurt, and it had been even worse when they got back to the hotel and her toes and fingers started to warm up again. The pain and itch had combined into pure agony and part of her wanted to bury them in the hotel’s ice bucket just to alleviate the pain, but in time it had begun to subside on its own.Maybe I’m going numb, she wondered to herself as she marched through the snow. She’d read that was a sign of hypothermia. The body numbs itself to the cold and eventually you just go to sleep, but never wake up.But she wasn’t tired. She was looking for something, and she couldn’t sleep until she found it.She had no choice but to keep moving forward through the blowing wind. Each step was a struggle against the constant pressure of the gale, but she couldn’t stop.It wasn’t until she reached the park that she realized that she was completely alone. “Jase!” Dawn called. He’d been with her a moment ago, she could have sworn it, but now she was alone.Entirely alone.“Anyone?” Dawn screamed. No one was out in the freezing weather. The snow was too much, too wet and cold, and it just kept falling.I have to find him, Dawn’s mind raced as she moved through the park. Panic surged through her and she kicked through the snow while it planted wet kisses with every flake that landed on her cheeks.But the further she went, the less the snow behaved like normal. It changed, mutated, and when she looked up at the trees she saw they were no longer bowed and bent, but easily carrying the weight of their loads.“No...” Dawn muttered as she spun. The wet snow turned to dry speckles of white ash and the wind was no longer cool on her face, but a hot blast of air.The ash in the trees spread and grew, and without warning, it burst into red hot flames. Smoke filled the air and Dawn knew she had no choice but to run or risk getting swallowed by the fire.It’s not real, she told herself as she ran. It can’t be real. It’s just a dream.But it didn’t feel like a dream. The heat was real, the smoke in her lungs too. The hot blasts of air stung her eyes and everything was too clear.Ahead, she saw what just might be her salvation. A subway entrance beckoned to her and she ran right for it.Like the rest of the New York in her dream, she was alone when she got down the long flight of stone stairs. She’d hoped a train would be waiting, a train that would take her out of her dream and keep her safe, but she wouldn’t be so lucky.As a teen, she’d loved the subway. The freedom it had given her that she hadn’t had in her small home in New Jersey. Without the need for a car, she could just get on the train and go anywhere she wanted to without a moment’s notice.It would be her eighteenth birthday present to herself, or at least, that’s what she had decided. The moment she was legally an adult, she’d be gone and she’d keep running until he could never find her again.Her plan had been to get some cash, get on the subway, and catch a train. With cash in hand, she’d be able to do it all easily enough. No one could trace the cash and she’d be out of the city before the sun rose.It had all been worth it. The freedom she’d had on the road was better than the subway had ever offered her. It couldn’t even compare, and now she could only hope that this time, the train would actually lead her somewhere safe, rather than just looping around the city.She knew she couldn’t stand there and wait for the train, not for long. Something was outside and it was coming for her. She couldn’t risk standing still and she needed to get moving or risk being caught.With no train in sight, Dawn jumped down on the tracks. Even knowing it was a dream, she avoided the third rail and debated whether to go left or right.Right, she decided. An old bit of trivia was what kept her from going left. Sinister, that was the old word for left, or at least that’s what she had heard. She couldn’t go the sinister way, it was just asking for trouble.She hadn’t made it far when behind her she heard something. Even without turning around, she knew she was no longer alone. The soft sounds of scraping claws and heavy breath filled her ears and when she turned, all she saw were glowing yellow eyes.
Run, her mind screamed, and she did just that. There was no hesitation, no paralysis, only instinct as she began to run down the tunnel.
About the Author:
Helena Shaw has been writing ever since she was a child. Always with a book in her hands, she started crafting her own stories at a young age. She has always loved the world of the paranormal and inspired by her favorite stories, she set out to create a world of her own.
Her first full length novel, Harvest Moon, was released in November, 2014 and she is currently hard at work on the sequel. She hopes to keep Dawn and Jase's story going for many years to come.
Helena Shaw resides in a small town in western Ontario. When she is not writing, she is taking care of her two boys and her husband.

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