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Release Day Blitz Cinderella and the Ghost by Marina Myles

Cinderella and the GhostThe Cursed PrincesBook FourMarina Myles
Release Date: February 17, 2015
Genre: Historical/paranormal romance
ISBN: 9781601832832
Publisher: Kensington
Description:
A stroke of paint and a stroke of luck. Will they come together to create magic at the stroke of midnight?
When her demanding stepmother died, Ella Benoit knew just how far their fortunes had fallen, unlike her spoiled stepsisters. So she never expected the bequest from her late father. A chateau in France and the freedom to live her own life, all at once!
The chateau has seen better days, but Ella knows she can put the ruined house to rights. The life-size portrait of its first owner, Jean-Daniel Girard, seems to watch her work with approval, even pleasure. With bright blue eyes, strong features, and an athlete’s body, the viscount is a tempting sight even now, more than three hundred years after his tragic death. But the more she looks at the portrait, the more convinced Ella is that she’s met Jean-Daniel before. In another life, perhaps—or maybe, as the form who haunts the halls at night, invading Ella’s dreams…
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Excerpt – CINDERELLA AND THE GHOST
As Ella passed the drawing room, she halted. Eerie goose bumps blanketed her arms. Drawn to the room, she felt as though she’d been in it before.She crossed the threshold under a sudden trance. Icy stabs of déjà vu assaulted her because the ornate furnishings and draperies seemed extremely familiar. Perhaps, she considered, I’ve seen the room in one of Adelaide’s real estate or decorating magazines.Taking a few steps forward, she noticed a huge blank spot on the east wall. The area’s wallpaper not only showed a variance in color, it outlined a missing, life-sized painting or tapestry.How odd. Why had the art work been removed? Where was it now?An unrelenting force summoned her closer to the blank spot. Her inquisitiveness grew. If the missing object was indeed a life-sized painting, it must have taken forever to complete. She wondered about its subject. A landscape? More likely, a portrait.Prodded to start a hunt, she went through several rooms on Château de Maincy’s main level. She searched the front parlor, the back parlor, and the music room. Her favorite was the ballroom. As she entered, a spark met her toes. Wide-eyed, she noticed that rays of sunshine cast a sparkling aura over its faded parquet floor. A glittering chandelier hung in the center of the gold-toned room and anchored the enormous space.When the chandelier caught a beam of sunlight, Ella received another spark. She put her hand to her warm cheeks. She could almost hear strains of a quadrille—and the drone of chatter as if she were at a party.Not a party. She rephrased the thought. A ball.Eyes blurred, she slipped into a deeper trance. Suddenly, she was wearing a stunning costume and was stepping into waltz with a debonair nobleman sporting a mask. The nobleman pulled her tightly against him. Other guests wearing masks looked on.It was a masquerade ball! More scenes flashed before Ella. Warm wind gusted into the room and then—Exiting the trance, she realized that the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Why in heaven had she experienced that?Her father had written that Ella had been at the château before. Yet she had no conscious memory of the visit. Maybe, she thought as she rubbed her eyes, the atmosphere of this house is too seductive to resist.Still reeling from the vision, her attention shifted to a long-case clock in the corner. Its shattered face was visible through a hinged glass panel that hung ajar. The top of the clock bore a large, vertical gash.How odd.Ella inched closer. The open door revealed that the time-piece had been frozen at twelve o’clock. She touched the immobile hands—and in the bright light of the room, she noticed that the clock’s maker had etched his name and creation date into a groove bordering the clock’s pendulum.Montbleu ~ 1703.All at once, Ella remembered standing in front of the long-case clock, precisely like this. But how could that be? She must have repressed memories from her visit here as a child. Yet, she couldn’t explain the vision of herself dancing with the handsome man.Once she confirmed that a life-sized painting wasn’t hanging in the ballroom, she made her way up the grand staircase. Inexplicably, she felt drawn to where she was going. When she reached the second floor of the house, she studied a wall of faded frescoes depicting late seventeenth century life. When something told her to go on, she padded to the third floor landing.A palpable hush filled the corridor ahead of her. Then a charged stream of energy rushed through the hall. Since all the curtains were drawn over the arched windows, the hallway sat in darkness and shadow. Ella should be doing so many things. Unpacking. Cleaning. Deciding which bedroom would be hers. But a sense of urgency prompted her feet to continue.What will I find in this part of the house? Glimpses of the valiant but very dead Jean-Daniel Girard?Gulping, she opened door after door and peeked in. She finally came to a storage space, with an additional staircase leading up to an attic. Creeping up those stairs, Ella surveyed the articles on the landing. Broken mirrors and articles of furniture draped in white sheets lay strewn about. Tangled strings of cobwebs swathed the wood paneling.A glowing beam of sunlight angled into the room. Ella’s pulse sped. In the corner, she spotted an item covered with a black cloth. The object reclined against the far wall—and appeared to be larger than she was. Pushing the curtains open, she allowed more sunlight to bathe the space. Hands quivering, she moved back to the draped item and pulled away the black cloth.The painting’s gilded frame was stunning. On it, Ella located a nameplate.
Jean-Daniel Girard—Viscount de Maincy1677-1703
Slowly, as though her life was being altered with every centimeter, her stare ascended to the nobleman’s astonishing face. Instantly, the world fell into a compelling silence.Jean-Daniel Girard was tall, muscular, and inarguably handsome. In fact, his good looks were so striking that Ella could barely breathe as she gazed upon them. More than that, she knew she’d seen his face somewhere before. While she racked her brain about where she’d seen it, her gaze roamed over Jean-Daniel’s sold body, penetrating aquamarine eyes, and angular features. He could be described as classically handsome. The epitome of male beauty, really. And thankfully, that classic quality helped him transcend the fanciful clothing and wig he wore.Ella took a step in and studied him some more. True to subjects painted in that era, he wasn’t smiling. Rather, he seemed a pensive and a bit melancholy. However, she could tell from the laugh lines bracketing his generous mouth that he grinned often.Incredibly lifelike, Jean-Daniel seemed capable of emerging from the painting right then and there. Ella’s skin tingled.Her gaze drifted to the adorable dog sitting at the viscount’s feet. A splendid example of a hound, it possessed a gleaming brown-and-white coated, an open mouth, and a protruding tongue. Oddly, the dog seemed to be smiling.“I can tell you loved your master,” she murmured.Mesmerized by the man in the painting, Ella stared at his image for what felt like hours. The more she analyzed it, the more she noticed its “lost soul” quality. She crossed her arms. No, that wasn’t it. Instead, there seemed to be something underlying the viscount’s solemn face. As if he weren’t solemn at all. As if he possessed a sense of unfinished business.To die so young…She finally looked at the portrait’s backdrop. A vivid depiction of Château de Maincy surrounded Jean-Daniel. A cluster of servants was working in the fields adjacent to the splendid house. Wide-eyed bluebirds perched on the tree branches over his wigged head.So that’s the way the estate looked in its heyday.Stepping closer, she zeroed in on Jean-Daniel’s astounding eyes. They seemed to come alive—and for the briefest moment, he did as well. If only they were on a first-name basis! The thought exhilarated her.While she and the figure locked stares, a new layer of goose bumps sprang up on Ella’s arms. She retreated. Despite the warmth of the room, a chill barraged her body.
“Jean-Daniel Girard is quite swoon-worthy, non?” whispered an unfamiliar voice.
About the Author:
Marina Myles’s love of books began as soon as she read her first fairy tale. During her college days in Dallas, she received degrees in English Literature and Communications—and enjoyed the unique experience of being a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. Now that she lives under the sunny skies of Arizona, she hasn’t left her glamorous life behind completely. After all, she gets to divide her time between her loving family, her loyal Maltese, and worlds filled with fiery—but not easily attained—love affairs.
Visit her at www.marinamyles.com
Represented by Louise Fury of The Bent Agency
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Tea with Helena Shaw: Guest Blog and Giveaway

One of the most popular questions I get as a writer is, “What is your routine like?” While I’ve always thought that my routine is pretty boring (Get up, write/edit from 9-5), there is one aspect that I, personally, find very interesting.
Tea. My routine always involves drinking copious amounts of tea.
Growing up, my English mother drank five cups of orange pekoe a day and I hated it. She tried and tried to get me to like it, but I wouldn’t have it. I was a coffee girl, through and through.
Something changed a few years back and I tried my first loose leaf tea. I can’t recall what it was, (it was probably green) but I was hooked. Quickly, coffee was gone and tea was my jam. Greens, blacks, whites, oolongs, all of it. Mate, rooibos, herbal, I’ll take it all.
I’ve always got a tea with me while I’m writing and I find what I’m drinking can change my mood, my output, even how I feel about a character or two. When I’m writing something sensual and sexy, I find myself drinking teas that are dark and earthy, like a Nepalese black tea. When something funny is happening, I tend to drink flavoured oolongs. Mate and matcha are reserved for high energy fight and chase scenes when I need a lot of energy!
For fun, I also imagine just what kind of teas my characters would enjoy, and on that note, what teas reflect their personaliteas (wow).
Dawn Garrett – She’s a fan of Japanese Sencha, a green tea that is a little oceanic, a little delicate, but full of flavor. In another life, she’s enjoyed some of the best Sencha’s the world has to offer, but now she settles for grocery store offerings.
Jase Byrnes – He’s a Lapsang Souchong drinker, when he can get his hands on it. Deep, dark, and smoky, it’s strong enough to get him through a long night of work. The smokiness reminds him of campfires and he finds a strange comfort in it.
Jo Warren – If she could get her hands on it, she’d love pu’rehs with a touch of cinnamon. It’s earthier than most teas, and with the cinnamon it would give her the kick she loves. She would just need to try it first!
Oh, and I still don’t like orange pekoe.

Coven’s Calling
Night HuntersBook TwoHelena Shaw
Genre: Paranormal New Adult
Publisher: Jynxed Moon
Date of Publication: January 30th
Word Count: 70,000 words
Book Description:
Dawn Garrett has left behind the horrors she faced in Goosemont for a life on the road with Jase Byrnes. With his guidance, she’s started her training as a hunter of the things that hide in the shadows.
But that training is interrupted when another hunter needs help on a case. Together, Dawn and Jase head south to Louisiana to discover just what is behind a series of gruesome attacks in the suburb of Bon Marais. It’s the perfect chance for Dawn to show off her new skills, but with real danger lurking everywhere, Jase isn’t ready to let her out of his sight.
She’s sick of being held back, but when someone from her past arrives in Bon Marais, Dawn will face her toughest fight yet. She has to make a choice whether to become the hunter, or to follow her heart.


Excerpt:
The trio ate in silence, and Dawn did what she could to keep an eye on the crowd, to listen, but everyone who passed was more occupied with talking about what else they had to buy for Christmas than they were about any of the strange goings-on in town.“This is a bust,” Jo moaned as she finished her burger. “Most people are downright ignoring us.”“It’s because we’re a group,” Jase said to her. “It’s harder for people to feel at ease around a group of people they don’t know. Just standing here, we look like we’re watching them. We need to go about this another way.”“Such as?” Dawn asked, though she knew the answer and was not looking forward toit. “We need to split up,” Jase said. “Sixty minutes, got that? We meet back at this exact spot.” “So you can get another burger?” Jo joked.“Hey, now,” Jase laughed with her. “Just because I want a second helping doesn’t make it my only motivation.”Dawn wished she could share in their lack of concern, but being left on her own was scarier than she remembered it being only weeks before. She’d grown accustomed to having Jase by her side, and there was no way of knowing if someone—or something—was out in the woods just waiting for them to split up.Her concerns weren’t long-lived. As Dawn began to pace around the clearing on her own,she couldn’t help but let herself enjoy the sights, the sounds, and most of all, the smells. It was all so familiar, a beautiful flashback to her childhood. A cotton candy stand beckoned her on her left, while a vendor selling fudge called to her from her right. All around her, people were smiling, and a few even said ‘hello’ to her as she passed. Despitethe dangers, people seemed friendly. Maybe even forciblyso.Just as her guard began to drop, Dawn spotted two silhouettes off in the shadows between the  motor for the Ferris wheel and the pump for the unused bouncy house. Despite their poufy jackets, their shapes were decidedly female, and with the noise around them, there was no way they weren’t having a conversation they wanted to keep between just the two of them.Slowly, Dawn made her way through the crowd of people. The two women she was keeping an eye on had their backs to her, and over the noise they might never hear her, but she couldn’t take that chance. She just needed to get close enough to hear something, anything, before she made her retreat again.Around her the crowd broke, and she managed to get close enough to hear a soft, lilting voice just above the roar of the motor. It wasn’t a voice she recognized—at least, she didn’t think so—but despite its softness, there was anger there.“Look,” she heard one of them hiss at the other, “I screwed up, but I’m not the only one. You need to keep that damn ghoul on a tighter leash.”Dawn’s heart skipped a beat. She’d found them. There were at least two witches, and she’d found them. All she needed was to get close enough to them to see who they were before she found Jase and told him just what she’d discovered.It was risky, but she had to do it. Her heart pounded as she moved. They were only a couple feet away, and all she needed was a quick look and she could disappear into the crowd, unnoticed and unseen.Her luck was lacking, though, and from the shadows a third figure appeared. Before she could make sense of the hooded face before her, they raised their hand and a fine pink dust clouded the air. In her eyes, her nose, and her throat, the smoky plume burned, and she nearly fell to her knees, coughing in a feeble effort to stop the attack.
It was only when she was able to breathe again that things started to change. With every inhale came adeep warmth that flowed throughher veins and filled her with passion,desire, and need.
About the Author:
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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Death in the Family by Helen Treharne

Death in the FamilySophie Morgan Vampire SeriesBook 2Helen Treharne
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Supernatural
Date of Publication: February 14, 2015
ISBN-13: 978-1507708958ISBN-10: 1507708955ASIN: B00SQ1I1TC
Number of pages: 283Word Count: 81,770
Cover Artist: Mannish
Book Description:
Things are on the up for Sophie Morgan.
She fended off vampires on a holiday to Antwerp, escaped them on her return in Coventry, stabbed her neighbor and is slowly rebuilding her life in her hometown of Bethel. Running the family property business may not be lucrative but she’s happy. Since returning to Wales, she has only had to kill one vampire and thanks to the linoleum on her kitchen floor, even that was an easy clean up.
Then a mixed blessing arrives in the form of Mickey Kelly, the barman she had a brief flirtation with in Antwerp. After being missing for months, he arrives on her doorstep one rainy night. His brother has been murdered and vampires are coming for her. Little do the pair know that Sophie’s estranged father is among their numbers. He’s coming for his daughter… and he’s not the only one.
Death in the Family is the long awaited sequel to Relative Strangers, with some familiar faces as well as some new ones. 
Will Charles Ferrers, Sophie’s former adversary, pursue her to South Wales and if so, to what end? Who is the mysterious man following her? Will Sophie and Mickey finally consummate their relationship and where will it lead them? Or will there be more than one new man in her life?
Find out how our practical, resilient, if not slightly insecure, Sophie deals with a whole new range of challenges in the second in the ‘Sophie Morgan vampire series’. This time she has bigger problems than vampires to deal with. This time she has family visiting.
Death in the Family is the second Sophie Morgan vampire book and will be available from Amazon from 14th February – the perfect valentine gift for the vampire slayer in your life!
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Amazon US and Amazon UKExcerpt 1
Onan Sadik marched through the corridors of the Istanbul headquarters of Alexander Industries. He had built a successful career there over the century, initially as a human, then as a vampire once he had shown his true worth. Joining the company had been a significant gamble. If it hadn't worked out, he would most certainly be dead, or confined forever to a low-level role with no prospects and low pay. Members of his family had worked for the corporation for centuries. He knew what he was getting into and it had been worth it. He had been fifteen and on the streets when he had been picked up for food. Twenty years of feeding vampires in return for shelter, an education and eventually wealth had all paid off. He had worked his way up to Senior Vice President, a position he had held for fifteen years, dispatching his duties with an expertise and commitment with which few could compete.Sadik had a seat at the big table with the president of the corporation, the one person with direct access to Alexander, head of the family. He had not been seen in public for centuries although all those descended from him felt his presence when they visited the country estate in Ephesus. Few were called, but those who had risen within the ranks of the family were invited to visit occasionally. It was there that this terrible business had started. His opposite number, Vice President Oskam, had admittedly been serving as a senior official and advisor to the family for much longer than Sadik, generations in fact, but that clearly did not guarantee his continued loyalty.Oskam had made a bid for power, framing Sadik for the theft of a number of exhibits in Alexander's extensive private collection of historic artefacts. Sadik was considerably quicker witted and influential than Oskam had given him credit for. The plot was quickly revealed and Oskam executed. Regrettably, the old fool had made inadequate arrangements for protecting the booty and the items had been stolen from his home while he was being thoroughly interrogated.Although regrettable, the events had shone a spotlight on Sadik, highlighting to others that he was not to be messed with. People quaked a little as he marched passed them. Eyes were averted. Subordinates appeared to work a little harder than before, even those that were vampires.Security opened the doors to the meeting room and he entered. "The president has been expecting you,” the broader of the two guards said.Adara Constantinou stood, arms folded, looking out of the glazed wall to the streets of Istanbul's business district. She was a formidable force of nature; a keen-eyed, hard-headed vampire who liked to feed on the failures of her business enemies as much as she did on young, fresh prey. She was level-headed, cool, and sharp as a knife. Her olive skin, strong limbs and dark, wavy hair, gave her the appearance of a healthy, athletic woman in her forties. Her nails were short and neat, her hazel eyes bright. The pale grey suit had a sheen that amplified her colouring and the dazzling whiteness of the shirt beneath it. "They seem so small," she said.
"Yes, Adara. We were all that small once."
About the Author:
In addition to being the creator of the developing “Sophie Morgan" series, Helen is an urban poet and social commentator who can frequently be found ranting in the Twitterverse.  She knew the degree in Sociology would come in handy some day!
Helen lives in South Wales with her husband, three cats, an entrenched tea addiction and an increasing collection of stringed instruments. When she’s not writing she spends her time daytime hours working in communications and PR and volunteers for a feline welfare charity. She also runs a very popular book blog.
Given she has far too little downtime, she spends far too much of it watching Supernatural and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

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Interview and Giveaway The Enchanted Rose by Nadia Nader

Do you write in different genres?
No, I write fantasy.
How did you come up with the title for your latest book?
I drew on elements within the book. I wanted a title that conveyed the genre and story without being obvious.
Do you title the book first or wait until after it’s complete?
I titled the book when I was halfway through. It felt right. I wanted a title that would mean something different once you read the book.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
To always have hope. Never give up.
Is the book, characters, or any scenes based on a true life experience, someone you know, or events in your own life?
No.
What book are you reading now?
I’m currently reading Fairest: The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer.
What books are in your to read pile?
I have so many! I’ve set a goal of 100 books this year but I think I have 700 in my ever-growing TBR pile. Sometimes I wish I had an extra hour in the day just to read!
What is your current “work in progress” or upcoming projects?
I’m currently working on the sequel to The Enchanted Rose. I’m writing as fast as I can since I ended the book on a cliffhanger and several readers have contacted me asking when the next book will be out.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Procrastinating is one of my biggest issues. I’ve made it a point to make sure I write something every day. If I stop writing for one day it is easy for me to stop writing for weeks afterwards.
Do you have to travel much to do research for your books?
No, but you’ve just given me a reason to write a book set in Scotland!
Who designed the cover of your latest book?
Consuelo Parra designed my cover. She’s a very talented artist I found on DeviantArt.com (http://aeternum-art.deviantart.com). I’ve thoroughly enjoyed working with her on the cover.
Do you have any advice for other writers?

Never give up. Keep writing one word at a time and eventually you’ll get there. Make sure to listen to editors. Have beta readers. Their advice is invaluable. Ultimately though, trust in yourself. Have faith that you know what’s best for your world and characters. Stand up for them when you need to. Learn to let go of things that aren’t working. But never give up and never lose hope!

The Enchanted RoseMisty HillsBook OneNadia Nader
Genre: YA Paranormal
ASIN: B00S99Y4I8
Number of pages: 135Word Count:  Roughly 45,000
Cover Artist: Consuelo Parra
Book Description:
When Vivian’s mother dies in a tragic accident, Vivian’s world is turned upside down. Her life, as she knows it, is over. A new life, full of her mother’s secrets, begins…
Sent away by her father to live with two eccentric aunts on the mysterious Tremaine Estate, Vivian comes to learn that a powerful curse lurks over her family – one that only she may have the power to break. With each day she spends in Misty Hills, Vivian uncovers more unsettling discoveries about the town, her reclusive family, and herself.
Can Vivian let go of every truth she’s ever believed and discover who she really is, before the dark secrets hidden within the supernatural town threaten to consume her and those she loves?

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Excerpt 2:
A couple of pots were bubbling atop the stove emitting delicious smells. My mouth watered, and I realized how long it had been since I'd had a home-cooked meal. My father and I had lived on ready-made meals since mother’s passing. I briefly wondered how my father would manage without me there to make sure he ate. I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. “Have a seat at the table.” My aunt gestured to a cozy table along the wall. Two places had been set. With an efficient stride and swoop, she took a seat. “I’ve made beef stew with vegetables and rice.”“It smells delicious.” Despite the lump in my throat and rock in my stomach, I salivated. With a serving spoon, Aunt Agnes scooped rice onto my plate and added a healthy helping of stew alongside it. She did the same for her plate and then sat watching me as I raised a spoon to my mouth. I took a bite and reveled in the taste. She smiled at my blissful reaction. The smile softened her face, making her appear kinder. “This is amazing.”“Thank you.” The smile disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Her face clouded over again. “We take turns cooking here. Beatrice actually made that. Of the three of us, she’s the better cook.”“I can cook too, if you like. I used to cook for my parents sometimes. Mom taught me some family recipes.”Aunt Agnes studied me for a few seconds. “That would be nice. It’s good to give Beatrice a break from time to time.”We ate the rest of our meal in silence. The beef stew filled my stomach and warmth spread across my body. In the cozy atmosphere of the kitchen, with pots bubbling across the countertop, I almost felt content for the first time that week. Before I could enjoy it for too long, my aunt spoke.“You won’t be expected to go to school tomorrow. I’ve told them that you’ll start on Friday, so no reason to go and mix them up.” She frowned at me. “I don’t normally encourage slothfulness, but I supposed you could take the day to recover from your travels. If you’d like, you can explore the grounds. You can also go down to town if you wish.”I nodded gratefully.“Is there anything you would like to ask me?” Aunt Agnes peered at me down her thin nose.“Yes.” I hesitated, not sure it was the right time to ask. Then I decided to take the plunge and pose the question that had been bothering me since I'd found out I was being sent to live with them. “Why didn’t my mother ever mention she had sisters?”If I hadn’t been intent on observing her reaction, I would have missed the fleeting expression of anger and grief that crossed her face. But I was watching closely.That expression disappeared quickly, and she looked back at me in disapproval, her face becoming more pinched looking. Her lips thinned to a white line until they almost disappeared. The silence went on long enough for it to become awkward. Soon, all I could hear was the loud ticking of the grandfather clock. When I thought I couldn’t bear the tension any longer, my aunt finally spoke. “Your mother never mentioned us because she was desperate to break free. Mentioning us would have made her escape futile.” She looked at me with an intensity that made me lightheaded. “As it is, you are back with us, so she never managed to truly escape.”
About the Author:
Nadia Nader lives in Kuwait with her family. 
You can contact Nadia on her blog http://www.nadianader.com
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Captives by Emily Murdoch

CaptivesConquered Hearts Book 3Emily Murdoch
Genre: Historical Romance, Medieval.
Publisher: Endeavour Press
ASIN: B00R3DP1PQ
Number of pages: 222Word Count: 74,414words
Book Description:
Normandy. 1067.
England has been brought to its knees by the invasion of William the Conqueror and his Norman troops.
Lady Catheryn, an Anglo-Saxon noblewoman, is taken against her will to Normandy after the invasion.
She arrives, a prisoner, at the castle of Lord Geffrei, a ruthless invader who hopes to gain a ransom for her.
Her husband Selwyn is dead, slain in the Conquest, and her daughter Annis has been left behind in England at the mercy of the invaders.
Catheryn is treated like an animal, and left in a cell until she begins to despair.
When Queen Matilda, William the Conqueror’s wife, sees her plight, she takes pity on her.
Catheryn is sent to the castle of the noble FitzOsberns – but will her new captivity be any better than the cruelty she faced at Geffrei’s hands?
She finds her hostess cold and embittered, but when her husband William FitzOsbern returns from the Conquest, Catheryn’s heart is torn by unwanted emotions.
She becomes entangled in the quarrels and heartbreaks of her jailers even as she tries to remember her place among them.
Is she falling in love with the man who helped to destroy her homeland?
Can Catheryn betray her Anglo-Saxon roots, and her late husband?
Or will she break free, and find her way back to Annis?
‘Captives’ is a moving historical story of love and loss, and the strength of one woman even in the most dangerous of times. It is the sequel to ‘Conquests’.
'An enthralling saga.' - Robert Foster, best-selling author of 'The Lunar Code'.
Available at Amazon UK and Amazon USExcerpt:


Her eyes were shut, and her face was warm. The sunshine was beating down on her aching old bones, and she was enjoying the last of the sunshine of the day. The skirts of her red dress were spread around her, and every muscle within her body was desperate to relax. The summer was truly upon them, and just like every summer before it, Catheryn was worshipping it. She would soon be brown, much to the disgust of her family – but then, her family were nowhere close to her now. She would have the disapproval of others to contend with this summer.Catheryn sighed, and opened her eyes. It was no good: whatever she attempted to do, she could never completely forget her loneliness, and her longing to be home. As much as Catheryn was acclimatising to her new life, it was as if a flower had been planted in the shade when it loved the sun: it would live, but it would be but a half-life, and that life was worth very little.The clouds that were moving across the sky did so lazily. There was barely a breeze in the air. Catheryn raised a hand up, reaching for the white fluffy cloud that was currently wandering across the sky. Her hand moved higher than the grass that was surrounding her, and she chuckled slightly, imagining what a passer-by must think – an arm growing amongst the crops, grasping to catch the sky!No matter how far she stretched, Catheryn could not quite reach the clouds that looked like they were just beyond her fingertips. Hand still in the air, Catheryn closed her eyes once more, and began to hum one of her favourite lullabies. She had sung it to quieten both of her children when they had been small, and the tune came to her easily.Images passed before her eyes quickly, as if they were really open, and she had found some way of returning to that favourite country – the past. Her husband, Selwyn, smiled at her, and Annis ran about her, still a toddler, shrieking with delight at the world. Whether memories or imaginings, they brought a smile to Catheryn’s face.“By God, woman, what are you doing?”Catheryn jumped up, eyes wide open in shock. Not far away stood one of the largest horses that she had ever seen – black, and huge, and panting wildly. It had obviously been on the move for a very long time; but Catheryn’s expert eye guessed that it had not been moving fast. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she had not heard its approach. There was a man atop the horse, disbelief and anger in his eyes. He had spoken Norman, a Norman that was harsh and clipped in tone.Catheryn bristled. “I am…at least, I was lying down on the ground,” she said defiantly, with as much elegance as she could muster at such short notice. “Not that it is any concern of yours,” she added.“Everything here is my concern,” he said curtly, casting a quick eye over the fields in all directions. “You are a fool, lying there with a hand in the air like an infant. What if I had ridden over you?”“Then you would have been the fool, not I!” Catheryn said angrily. “I am quite obvious in this green field.” She gestured to the red dress that she was wearing, and then turned a frustrated eye at the man who had so rudely addressed her. “If you cannot see me, then the fool is not the one in a dress.”The man snorted. “And what do you think you are doing here? I know everyone in this area, and you are not known to me. What right do you have to lounge in this field?”Catheryn almost spluttered with irritation. “This field is not a holy site, and I may lie in it if I choose! I am the lady Catheryn of the South, a lady of England, and…and a prisoner of the FitzOsbern family.”The man stared at her. The eyes that Catheryn had taken to be black and brooding seemed clear, like an evening sky. She could now see some blue in them where before had been all darkness. “The FitzOsbern family?”Catheryn nodded slowly. She had acted rashly – the same hot temper that she had tried to curb in her daughter had just been unleashed on this poor unsuspecting man, who probably had never spoken to a woman of her birth before. She cast a delicate eye over him, but could discern nothing except that he had travelled a long way. His dark beard covering his face was flecked with grey. He, in turn, was looking back. His eyes took in the ruffled hair, swept vaguely underneath a veil; an English custom. The dress that she wore was of a fine colour, but seemed slightly torn and unkempt at the edges. She was nearing the peak of womanhood, but there was something hovering around the surface of her eyes.“You are a ward of the FitzOsbern family?”Catheryn rolled her eyes. “How many times must I repeat myself? Yes, I am with the FitzOsbern family – although I am more prisoner than ward, more inconvenience than guest.”The man looked at her for a moment, and then with a heavy sigh that his horse echoed, he dismounted. Turning to face her, he did something that Catheryn could never have expected: he bowed.“My apologies, my lady Catheryn. I must blame the long ride that I have had on my incivility, but that is no reason to treat a lady in such a disgraceful manner. I trust that I have your forgiveness?”Catheryn was so confused by this very sudden change in demeanour that she did not reply audibly, but nodded. This man was strange indeed.“I am William,” the man continued.Catheryn smiled wanly. “Greetings, William. Have you a longer name?”The man returned her smile, but it was a lot warmer than her own. “William FitzOsbern. Fitz, to my friends, which I hope to count you as soon, my lady Catheryn.”“William – FitzOsbern? But then you – ” Catheryn said quickly, “you must be Adeliza’s husband…you are the lord here.”“And consequently, your jailor,” Fitz smiled. “Although I must admit that I do not like the title at all, despite the fact that it is an incredibly new honour.”



About the Author:
Emily Murdoch is a medieval historian and writer. Throughout her career so far she has examined a codex and transcribed medieval sermons at the Bodleian Library in Oxford, designed part of an exhibition for the Yorkshire Museum, worked as a researcher for a BBC documentary presented by Ian Hislop, and worked at Polesden Lacey with the National Trust. She has a degree in History and English, and a Masters in Medieval Studies, both from the University of York.
Emily is currently working on a new six part book series, as well as writing freelance.

You can learn more at www.emilyekmurdoch.com
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A Soldier’s Seduction by Brandi Evans

A Soldier’s SeductionCamo and LaceStory One at The Erogenous ZoneBrandi Evans
Genre: contemporary erotic romance
Publisher: SilkWords
Date of Publication: Sep 2014
ISBN: 9781941847206ASIN: B00MK8JAZG
Cover Artist: Indie Designz
Tagline: Welcome to The Erogenous Zone…
Book Description: 
When Gen learns her best guy friend is going back to Afghanistan, she arranges a sendoff he’ll never forget. Will it be an intimate dinner at her place or an adventure at an exclusive erotic club?
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Excerpt: “If I were into chicks, I would so totally do you.”“You are into chicks, Lily.”“Not exclusively.” Wagging perfectly sculpted eyebrows, Lily Collins, my best friend since braces, draped her arm over my shoulders and then motioned at the dressing room mirror. “All joking aside, Gen, you’re totally smoking in this nightie. I mean, just look at the way it shows off your rack. Who wouldn’t be mesmerized?”Cocking my head to the side, I scrutinized my reflection. Lily had a point. The deep blue baby-doll possessed a certain breast-defying quality, and anything that could make The Girls stay in place was a testament to modern fashion design.A delicate floral lace covered demi-style cups. A satin sash tied beneath the bodice, contributing to the grand illusion that gravity hadn’t waged a thirty-five-year war on my breasts. The same transparent lace overlaying the bodice fell in flowing waves, stopping just below my ass. The fabric managed to cover enough of my lower belly and inner thighs to keep me from feeling completely insecure.Overall, I gave the ensemble a rating of classy with a side of seduction. Option number two, however, had a rating scale all its own.I plucked said option from its hook and fitted it against me. The provocative two-piece leather bustier shouted sex. No, it screamed sex. The pure unadulterated kind that left you utterly exhausted and dripping wet between the thighs.A purple center strip — overlaid with black lace — added a splash of color. The leather had hugged and shaped my torso like a second skin and sent my breasts spilling over their cups in what I hoped was an enticing display of cascading flesh. More precisely, I hoped Liam, my business partner and one of my closest friends, would find it enticing.Liam England and I had met in an “Introduction to Programming” class in college, and an instant friendship had bloomed. Emphasis on friendship. And over the years, we’d remained close. We hung out on the weekends. We talked about the people we’d dated and those we wanted to date. We watched old movies. I’d been someone to lean on as his wife had fought — and eventually lost — her battle with cancer. He’d been the same for me after my husband had been arrested for soliciting a prostitute.Our relationship, in many ways, was already very intimate, but we’d never crossed the friends-to-lovers line. I’d never really wanted to. At least I hadn’t thought I wanted to, but then he’d told me his National Guard unit was going back to Afghanistan, and in that moment, everything had changed.Now, thoughts of Liam occupied my every waking moment. I wanted him like I’d never wanted another man, and thanks to Lily, I had a plan guaranteed to seduce my sexy soldier. Well, most of a plan. A few details still needed to be ironed out, like where we’d go and what I’d wear.Lily gathered my mess of auburn curls into a loose knot against my head. “Just imagine what you’ll look like when you make your move on Liam. Hair pulled up. A little natural make-up giving your creamy complexion some color. Your skin soft and fragrant from a spa prep day. Fingernails and toenails painted to match the blue or purple of whichever sex-tacular lingerie you choose.” She made a show of lifting the front hem of my outfit. “And maybe I can even talk you into getting a Brazilian wax so Liam doesn’t have to hike through miles of bush to get at your juicy treasures.”Laughter broke through anxiety, and I pushed her hand away. “Lily Collins, you’re incorrigible.”“You know that’s right.” Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, she let my curls fall. “I can’t help it, especially when it comes to helping my main girl get laid.”Before I could stop them, a swarm of erotic images invaded my thoughts. Me with my legs spread, a certain gloriously handsome blond between them. Kissing me, making love to me.Liam ...                                                                                             I shivered, the images growing more vivid. Desire heated my blood and sent an arousing heat shooting straight to my —“Oh. My. Gawd!” Lily squealed. “You’re picturing it, aren’t you? You and Liam getting it on.”“No!” I lied. “Of course, not. I was just —”“Liar, liar, crotchless panties on fire.”Damn Lily Collins for being able to read me so well. “Okay, fine. I was picturing it. So what?”“So nothing.” Her lips curled into a sweet, yet sad smile. “I only wished you’d realized how you felt about him earlier.”“Me too.” With Liam heading overseas soon, I didn’t have the luxury of time. I had to tell him how I felt sooner rather than later, and how and where I told him depended on the lingerie I took home. My choice in clothing would define the role I played. The sexy girl-next-door who lures her conquest with promises of sensual food served in a quiet, yet provocative setting. Or the bad girl who entices her man with a night of public fornication at The Erogenous Zone, an exclusive Dallas club where sexuality and anonymity rule.But which role did I want to take?Crap, I usually wasn’t so indecisive.My shoulders slumped, my gaze sliding to the ceiling. “I can’t decide, Lily. I like them both.”“There’s no wrong answer. Either one you choose, you’ll knock Liam’s pants off. Literally.”“Well, that’s the idea.” I handed Lily the bustier. “I’m making this too hard, aren’t I?”“Pretty much.” Lily wrapped an arm around me. “Stop stressing and listen to your gut. What does it say?”“That I should forget all this seduction madness and just tell Liam how I —”“Genevieve Foster, don’t you dare!” Lily turned me so I faced her. “The man you love’s about to go to war. Doesn’t he deserve to be wooed?”“He’s a guy. I doubt he gives a rat’s ass about ‘wooing.’”“True. But what about you? Don’t you want to give him a sendoff he’ll never, everforget?”My eyelids drifted closed. I wanted to give Liam my body, yes, but I wanted to give him my heart, too. I wanted him shipping out knowing I loved him. No strings attached. He didn’t have to return my affection — although I wouldn’t lie, I’d be ecstatic if he did.“Yes,” I finally answered.“All right then!” Turning me so I again faced the mirror, Lily held the leather bustier beside me so I could examine both outfits simultaneously. “Which way do you want to play this?”
I pictured myself in both scenarios. Wearing the baby-doll in my living room while offering Liam chocolate-covered nipples as a sexual appetizer. Or hiding the bustier under a flirty wraparound dress as Liam and I indulged in whatever sinful pleasures we’d encounter at The Erogenous Zone. Either way, Liam and I were in for one erotic adventure.
About the Author:
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
These days, she calls The Natural State home where she lives with her hubby, two beautiful daughters, two dogs and a cat who has yet to realize she doesn’t own the place. Soldier. Wife. Mom. Multi-published smut writer. Brandi's life might not be "traveling Gypsy" interesting, but she's had fun. And in the end, isn't that all that really matters?
Website: www.BrandiEvansAuthor.com
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SilkWords is the go-to source for interactive romance and erotic fiction.
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ARe Alphas: Midnight Run by Bailey Bradford

Midnight RunBailey Bradford
Release Date: February 10, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M, shifter, BDSM
Publisher: ARe
Book Description:
Always the lone wolf, never the mate…
Alpha Jack Herman used to have a pack, but he's been alone for a long time. When he catches a whiff of another shifter encroaching on his preferred hunting grounds, he's determined to put a stop to that immediately. There's only room for one wolf in Jack’s territory—Jack.
Captured as a pup, Malakai is a shifter, but he's neither wolf nor alpha. What he is, is scared, exhausted, starving, and close to giving up. Hunted by a predator, Malakai fears his newly found freedom is about to come to a violent and abrupt end.
Instead, he finds himself in the arms of a man strong enough to do whatever he must to take care of Malakai.
About the Author:
A few things about me…
I am a married mom of four who spends most of the day writing, either on stories or at the blog. I love to write as much as I love to read. I am generally quiet and laid back, choosing to let things slide off me rather than stick and irritate me.
And it’s really hard trying to think of descriptives for myself, so I’ll just let y’all e-mail me or comment at the blog if there’s something specific you’d like to know, and spare you from reading a boring bio.
Website: www.baileybradford.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bailey.bradford.9


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Cover Reveal Hex and the City: Vehicle City Vampires Book 2

a comparison of the original photo and the cover

Hex and the CityVehicle City VampiresBook TwoRoxanne Rhoads
Release Date: TBA
Exclusive Excerpt:
Who the hell was knocking on my door this early? I grabbed a robe and stumbled to the door. I had not even had coffee yet, someone better have one hell of a reason to be waking me up this early.I opened the door to find my cousin and her demon boyfriend standing there. “Elita, what are you and Connor doing here?”“Sorry to bust in so early, but I brought up The Darkness to Connor and he said we needed to come right over, because the story he has to tell is long and he doesn’t want to have to repeat it twice.”I was shocked, and suddenly filled with hope. “You know about The Darkness?” I asked him.“Make some coffee and we’ll all sit down and I’ll tell you what you need to know.”“Annie, what’s going on? Who is here?” Mike stumbled out of the bedroom in just his jeans looking endearingly tousled. His muscled torso and chest were on display, his wavy hair was sticking up everywhere.“Mike you remember my cousin Elita and her boyfriend Connor?”His eyes widened a bit. He knew Connor was a demon…and Mike, being a Hunter, was not fond of demons. But he kept his mouth shut and sat down while I put on a pot of coffee.Once it was brewed we all sat down, ready to listen to Connor’s tale.“It is said The Darkness was born with the original Gods and Goddesses, brought forth from the elements into this world.”“The original Gods and Goddesses?” I asked.“The ones you always hear of- Allah, Yahweh, The Greek and Roman Gods so many stories are told of, The Egyptian Gods and Goddesses, and Christ who is so popular today. The Darkness is one of them. They were all born to the creators. The creators are the first of absentee parents for no one knows who or what the creators were or why they were never around much. After the originals were born they were spread around the world to be caretakers. But they had no one to rule. It was just land….and animals. The creators brought forth a new race of people from the animals, they were colorful and beautiful and had many talents tied to nature.”“The Fae?” interrupted Elita.“Yes, the Fae,” He continued. “The Originals mated with the Fae and new beings were born…demigods. Today these descendants are the court fairy. Other beings were born later that adapted to the land, evolved, became new species- witches, brownies, trolls, little people, etc. Humans eventually developed. They were weak without magick. The originals took advantage of this and decided they wanted to rule over them. Stories say it started with The Darkness, he was the instigator, the agitator. He wanted to create havoc and chaos. He encouraged Christ to push his brothers and sisters to the side so he could be ‘the one true god’. Christ created Angels, and they were his warriors who pushed back the forces of ‘evil’- who were the other gods and goddesses. Later Christ molded modern man into what he hoped would be his puppets to worship him, too bad free will can be a tricky thing and sometimes turned on him, thanks to The Darkness whispering sweet nothings into the ears of man. But that wasn’t enough for The Darkness, he was there when Lucifer jumped ship, he was there when Eve took the apple.”“So you’re saying The Darkness is the origin of evil?” Mike asked.“Of evil, of sin, he is the seed of true despair,” Connor sighed. “Most of the originals backed down when Christ took over. They slumber, forgotten by humanity for so long. But after two thousand years there is rumbling. The originals are awakening…humans are remembering them, worshipping them, calling them out of hiding. Christ’s children are calling him a failure and a fraud. War is brewing…and The Darkness revels in it.”“How do you know all of this Connor?” I asked.“Demons are one of the races born to the Originals and the Fae. We are the caretakers of knowledge. Think of us as librarians, genealogists. We are hoarders of history. We have preserved history from the beginning, from words on stone tablets, to cave paintings, to papyrus, to today’s modern digital recordings. Our vaults contain the history of the world.” He seemed so serious, which wasn’t Connor’s style, so he smiled and attempted to lighten things up a bit, “Plus demons are terrible gossips and eavesdroppers. We listen to everything and whisper it to each other.”“So that’s the real reason people summon demons, because you guys squirrel away the secrets of the world?” Elita asked.“Knowledge is power, it is currency. It is the one thing everyone seeks but not everyone has. We have it, all of it, at our fingertips. Of course not every demon has the keys to the vault. Some of us record only.”I stood up and paced around the room, “Okay, you’ve told us a great story but what the hell does any of this have to do with mine and Elita’s parents? Or the prophecy? If The Darkness is an original God how would we ever be able to stop it?”Connor shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, Anwyn. All I can give you is the history of The Darkness and rumors. I don’t know how your family or the prophecy plays into it all. I can do some digging into the vaults and see if I can discover anything useful. My clearance levels will not get me into the oldest archives but I will do my best to find answers.”“Thank you, Connor.” I gave him a hug. Elita stood up and I hugged her as well. “We’re getting closer, Cuz. We will find out what happened to your parents.”She smiled sadly. The truth was a long time coming and while we were closer, we were still so far away from anything that made sense.

ARe Alphas: His Flight Plan by Yvette Hines

His Flight PlanYvette Hines
Release Date: February 9, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance, M/F, IR, Contemp
Publisher: ARe
Book Description:
Last thing he expected was to be captivated by her and have his heart take flight…
Kiera Stanfield is tired of making bad choices when it comes to men. Her socialite mother and business mogul father haven’t faired any better when it’s come to matchmaking for her either. Believing the right man will never come along she takes herself out of the dating scene. It’s not like she’s going to miss it. Running her community center takes up most of her time anyway.
Drake Rhine has his hands full being a commercial airline mechanic. As if the problems that entails aren’t challenging enough, his life gets more complicated when, at the end of his shift, he volunteers to help with a difficult customer. What he doesn’t count on is her being thoroughly captivating.
The last thing Kiera wants is to be caught up in another impossible relationship, but she can’t get Drake off her mind. Will this be just another hopeless relationship doomed to fail, or is Drake her destiny?
About the Author:
A USA Today bestselling author, she's still simply Yvette Hines who some people call SASSE or SASSE Yvette. She's an erotica author who loves pleasurable hours between the sheets, whether it is a blended tale of interracial lovers, the clandestine bite and wicked passion of paranormal mates, or the sting of a commanding whip against tender flesh. Even better, make her day and toss in two gorgeously, decadent men who only want to pleasure their woman. She writes Short and Sexy, Sensual Erotica (SASSE). Occasionally, you may get a full-length novel from her. However, life is too busy and most of us have more than one job, family and other activities that don't allow us long hours to read any more.
You can find out more about Yvette at: http://yvettehines.com
Blog: http://sassesheets.blogspot.com/
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/sasseyvetteh

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The February Issue of Bewitching Book Tours Magazine contains the exclusive cover reveal of Hex and the City: Vehicle City Vampires Book 2 by Roxanne Rhoads and an excerpt. 
Our author features and interviews include -Balancing Act: Not At All Balanced with Dennis Sharpe, Where Did Soul Storm Come From with Ann Gimpel and an interview with Andrea Speed.
See the features on SilkWords.com and All Romance Ebooks ARe Alphas, Help Me Move on by Angie Hemmings, Wolf’s Song by Taryn Kincaid, Bite Me by Robyn Bachar, The Curse Servant by JP Sloan, Icy Passage by Ann Gimpel, Greenwode by J Tullos Hennig, Unspoken by J.A. Garland, Dealing with Devils by Pembroke Sinclair, The Immortal Who Loved Me by Lynsay Sands, Bottle Banished by CL Riley, and Dark Alchemy by Laura Bickle.
Read reviews of Horror 101 and One Pot and finish with flash fiction by RM Garry in the Naughty Nook.