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Spotlight on The Brethren Series by Sara Reinke

Dark Vengeance Part 1The Brethren SeriesBook 6Sara Reinke
Genre: paranormal/vampirePublisher:  Bloodhorse Press
Date of Publication: 11/2011
ISBN:  9780983216322ASIN: B006CPC4UQ
Number of pages: 155Word Count: 62,640
Book Description: 
Brandon Noble thinks the worst is behind him and is ready to begin a new life with the woman he loves. Lina Jones is more reluctant to let bygones be bygones, but agrees to try for Brandon's sake. But just as they look forward to a promising future together, new danger arises -- and Brandon's very nature could threaten to tear them ruthlessly apart.

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Excerpt  Dark Vengeance Part 1:
Lina had never seen Brandon so fully enthralled by the bloodlust before—not without him feeding from her or finding sexual release. It had left him exhausted, flustered and—she realized suddenly—frightened.Because he’s never seen himself like this, either.“Brandon,” she whispered, reaching up to press her palm to his cheek. God, he was burning up, his skin hot like the side of a glassworks furnace. “Feed from me.”Don’t ask me that, he gasped, shaking his head. God, Lina, please. I can’t!“Yes, you can,” she pleaded. “You have to try. This isn’t working.”It has to! he cried. Shaking his head his head to dislodge her hand from his face, he then seized hold of her, locking his fingers through hers, pinning her hands down against the bed. You don’t understand, he seethed, his brows furrowed. He leaned down enough for her to see herself—her sudden, visible alarm—reflected in the obsidian pools of his eyes. This has to work—it has to. If I bite you now, I won’t be able to stop. Do you get it? Do you hear me? I won’t be able to stop myself!

Dark Vengeance Part 2The Brethren SeriesBook 8Sara Reinke
Genre: paranormal/vampirePublisher: Bloodhorse Press
Date of Publication: 6/2014
ISBN: 9781311902924ASIN: pending
Number of pages: 212Word Count: 130,860
Book Description:
From the beginning, it's been the two of them: Brandon Noble and Lina Jones, against the world...against all odds. But in the end, Brandon couldn't resist his true vampire nature, and the relentless pull of the blood lust drove them apart. Now he's disappeared without a trace and his life may very well be in danger. Can Lina put aside her broken heart to help find the man she loves? Or does Brandon's salvation lie in the hands of the most unlikely hero of all?
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Excerpt Dark Vengeance Part 2
Brandon lay spooned against Lina, his chest facing her back, the curves of her body resting in perfect complement with his own. Her hair, a tousled mess of dark, springy curls, tickled the underside of his nose. He had his hand draped lightly over the slim indention of her waist, his fingers loosely twined through hers.I don’t understand this—any of it, Brandon thought. But he found he no longer had the heart to question it. Because this is what I want—you’re what I want, Lina, he thought, breathing in the scent of her perfume, and kissing her lightly through her hair. You’re what I need.Although he was loath to leave her, he slowly drew free from their embrace and slipped out of bed. Leaving her curled on her side, her body draped in blankets, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Grabbing his cell phone, Brandon padded softly toward the bedroom doorway. Here, he paused, glancing over his shoulder, watching as she dozed, cat-like and comfortable, in a sunbeam.God, you’re beautiful, he thought, the corners of his mouth lifting in a soft smile. I want this every day, for the rest of my life. I want you.He wandered through the chateau, and everything was just as he remembered. It had come pre-furnished, courtesy of the Morins, but Lina had added her own touches here and there to the décor: a tabletop sculpture of a moose made from old paint cans, springs and cogs in the living room bought during an outing to an art gallery with Tessa; a framed photograph of her and Brandon taken outside one of the gaudy casino exteriors on the Nevada side of the lake; a bowl of giant pinecones—each bigger than a softball—she’d collected from the yard outside. He gazed out the bay windows in the living room and found everything outside just as he’d known it, too—flawless azure sky, clustered stands of towering evergreen trees, the distant but distinct cerulean plane of Emerald Bay below.It was a beautiful place, a peaceful place, and as it always did, it made Brandon feel at ease simply to be there, bearing mute witness to its splendor.He sat down on the couch and looked down at the cell phone in his hand. Again, it occurred to him—floating to mind, as if something rancid bobbing briefly to the surface in a murky pond—that the phone was supposed to be lost.When Jackson moved out of his mother’s house in Florida, he thought. His head hurt, a sudden burst, a throbbing ache just behind his eyes, and with a frown, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Only I didn’t go to Florida. So I couldn’t have lost my phone there. Besides… He opened his eyes, blinking down at the iPhone in his hand. …I have it right here. That’s proof I didn’t lose it.He opened his messages as Lina had done, and felt his heart quicken with excitement as he saw Sebastian’s name and number pop up. If losing his phone had been just a dream, then…Then losing my dad must’ve been one, too, he thought, tapping on the touchscreen keypad, and typing a message: Hey, Dad—are you busy?For a long moment, he couldn’t send the message, even though he knew it was ridiculous to hesitate. The idea that Sebastian was gone had been so powerful and poignant within him; to realize now that he wasn’t, that Brandon could have another chance—countless chances—to talk to him, text him, interact with him was damn near overwhelming.But almost as soon as he pressed send, the phone vibrated in his hand, not because Sebastian’s response had been so quickly forthcoming, but because a dialogue box had appeared onscreen: Signal lost. Message not sent. Please try again.What? With a frown, Brandon held up the phone: no bars, no signal, no reception. He rose to his feet and walked closer to the windows, but still had no luck. He moved around the house, going from room to room; he turned the phone off and on again, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t get a transmission signal. Shrugging on a lightweight jacket, he stepped out onto the deck to see if the reception was any better. But it wasn’t.Damn it, Brandon thought with a deepening frown, as he glared, frustrated, at the impotent phone in his hand. It had apparently worked last night—there was the conversation he’d had with his father right there on the screen to prove it. But still, Brandon had no memory of that conversation, not even the distant, dream-like sort in which Sebastian had died, or that he had lost his cell phone. That utter lack of memory did more than trouble Brandon. It pained him.Because I feel cheated somehow, he thought, as ridiculous as it sounded. He felt desperate now to get in touch with Sebastian, to prove to himself that this was reality, and everything else—all of the half-memories bobbing and percolating in the back of his mind—were dreams. I want to talk to my dad. Even if it’s only through a stupid goddamn text, I want to talk to…All at once, Brandon’s attention snapped from the phone in his hand to the woods, his brows narrowing, his entire body growing instantly tense. He could sense another Brethren, that distinctive, tingling sensation that meant another like him was nearby. Normally at the Morin compound, this wouldn’t have alarmed him because the only ones there were Brethren. But in that moment, as he felt that unmistakable awareness of other Brethren within his proximity, he realized he hadn’t been feeling it all along as he’d grown accustomed. It was like the entire area was completely empty, at least of other vampires—until now.Below him, through the tangle of trees, Brandon saw him, a Brethren man looking up at the bungalow—most specifically, at Brandon. His eyes were a clear, nearly lucent shade of blue, like the waters of Lake Tahoe. He reached for Brandon as if desperately imploring, his fingers splayed wide, and his arm had been stripped of any visible flesh, flayed so that the bright red meat of his muscles lay gruesomely exposed. Blood spattered in fat droplets onto the floor and the stark white sheets beneath him were stained scarlet.Please… the man gasped, and Brandon knew his face, his eyes—his name.Aaron.Please… Aaron begged, his eyes glassy with pain, wide with alarm. Don’t…!


About the Author:
“Definitely an author to watch.” That’s how Romantic Times Book Reviews magazine describes Sara Reinke. 
New York Times bestselling author Karen Robards calls Reinke “a new paranormal star” and Love Romances and More hails her as “a fresh new voice to a genre that has grown stale.”
Dark Thirst and Dark Hunger, the first two books in The Brethren Series of vampire romance are available from Kensington/Zebra Books, while the third installment, Dark Passion, is available from Double Dragon Publishing. 
The series continued with Dark Passages: Tristan & Karen, Dark Passages 2: Pilar & Elías and Dark Vengeance Parts 1 and 2, from Bloodhorse Press.
Learn more about Sara and her available titles at www.sarareinke.com
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sara-Reinke/101431290002605
https://twitter.com/@SaraReinke
www.goodreads.com/author/show/491442.Sara_Reinke


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Top Ten Favorite Fantasy Tropes Guest Blog and Giveaway with Christine Amsden

I don't care how many times I've seen them, I'll gladly read them again!10. Everyman — I’m seeing less and less of this one in recent years (or maybe I’m looking in the wrong places), but I really enjoy becoming engaged with a fantasy tale from the perspective of someone like me. Or at least, someone who is as awestruck by the magic as I am. It helps ease me into the story.9. Shape shifters — These ARE incredibly popular right now, but that works for me!8. Attitude and wit — I doubt I’ll ever get sick of clever characters with a wry sense of humor and a certain flair. Authors with strong voices freshen this trope up every time just by being themselves. 7. Swords — So much cooler than guns, even if they are a bit less practical!6. Cats — Anyone ever notice that there are a lot of cats in fantasy novels? Not nearly so many dogs. As someone who has *mostly* overcome a childhood phobia involving dogs but who still only tolerates the beasts, cats will always be my preferred pet.5. Series — Maybe not the ones that go on and on and on with no end in sight, but honestly, I do like to spend a few books with the characters I love. I particularly like to do this when the characters grow and change over the course of those books.4. Fae — So much more interesting than Tinkerbell.3. Long-lost relatives — Tell me I’m not the only one who has a soft spot for this plot device. (I will make an exception for the specific discovery that the bad guy is your father. Star Wars pretty much killed that one.)2. Ridiculously good looking men — Sorry ridiculously good looking women, I can’t say the same for you and I don’t care if that’s a double standard. I like what I like. :)1. Superpowers — Enough said!

Stolen DreamsCassie ScotBook 4Christine Amsden
Genre: Urban fantasy, mystery, romance, paranormal, new adult
Publisher: Twilight Times Books
Date of Publication: June 25, 2014 (ebook)October 15, 2014 (paperback)
ISBN:  978-1-60619-281-8ASIN: Coming soon
Number of pages: 260Word Count: 84,000
Cover Artist: Ural Akyutz
Book Description:
Edward Scot and Victor Blackwood have despised one another for nearly a quarter of a century, but now their simmering hatred is about to erupt.
When Cassie Scot returns home from her sojourn in Pennsylvania, she finds that her family has taken a hostage. Desperate to end the fighting before someone dies, Cassie seeks help from local seer Abigail Hastings, Evan Blackwood’s grandmother. But Abigail has seen her own death, and when it comes at the hand of Cassie’s father, Victor Blackwood kills Edward Scot.
But things may not be precisely as they appear.
Evan persuades Cassie to help him learn the truth, teaming them up once again in their darkest hour. New revelations about Evan and his family make it difficult for Cassie to cling to a shield of anger, but can Evan and Cassie stop a feud that has taken on a life of its own?
Conclusion to the Cassie Scot series.


Excerpt (From Chapter 7)
            “I–” My cell phone rang, saving me the challenge of coming up with a plausible lie. I answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”            “Cassie, dear, how are you and my grandson getting along?” It was Abigail. I had the volume turned up loud enough that Evan could hear. His eyes widened, and he stepped closer. Too close, but I pretended the proximity didn’t affect me in the slightest.            “Abigail, where are you? What are you doing?”            “You know the answer to that question, Cassie. And as much as I’d love to give you and Evan a chance to work through more of your issues, I find I have a selfish last request.”            My heart squeezed. “What?”            “I don’t want to die alone.” The words were a bare whisper, but both Evan and I heard.            “Where are you?”            “At the overlook around back. Hurry.” The call ended.            “What did she mean?” Evan asked. “What do you know?”            I was already on my way out the front door, Evan right on my heals. To simplify matters, and to get to her as soon as possible, I decided to give him as much of the truth as I could. “She says someone has to die, and if it’s not her, then it’s going to be your parents.”            “What? When did she say that?”            “In snatches for a week, but most of it earlier tonight, right before I came over.” I was out the door now, heading around back up the paved path wide enough for Abigail’s wheelchair to navigate.            To my immense relief, Evan didn’t question me further. He followed me for a few paces, then rushed ahead, moving too quickly for me to keep up even when I broke into a run.            She had her chair parked at the top of the hill, overlooking the lake below and a spectacular sunset above. Either I had never seen colors so vibrant before, or I had never paid proper attention. It was as if the heavens were saying farewell.            My father was nowhere in sight. I had half expected to see him there, and managed a sigh of relief when I didn’t. It was short lived, though.            Evan knelt in front of his grandmother, holding her right hand in his. When I arrived, I sank to the paved earth at her other side, taking her left hand in mine. The skin was papery thin and so frail I feared it would flake away.            “Thank you.” She didn’t look at either one of us, and her voice was whisper-thin.            “You don’t have to die,” Evan said. “There has to be another way out. How are you going to die?”            “I-I don’t know. I can’t see past my own death. It’s made things... difficult these past few months.”            “Then how do you know you’re doing the right thing?” I asked. Demanded might be a better word. “How do you know your death will prevent anything?”            “I didn’t have long to live anyway. My heart is weak, and.... I don’t want to talk about it. Please. I don’t have long. Talk to me about something nice.” There was a hitch in her voice that told me no matter how she had prepared for this moment, she wasn’t ready to die. That realization, more than anything else, brought the first tears to my eyes.            “Don’t cry for me. I’ll be all right. My husband’s been gone these many years now, and I’ve been alone.”            I felt Evan’s free hand take mine, and I didn’t even think about yanking it away. For once, his touch didn’t feel anything except comforting. He needed it. I needed it. And so it was.            “Did you like my invitations?” Abigail asked.            “Why did you send them?” Evan asked.            “I don’t suppose you two would consider it a dying woman’s last request?” she asked.            “Nice try,” I said.            Evan didn’t say anything, although I became more aware of his hand holding mine.            “Seriously,” Abigail said, “will you at least talk to one another? Really talk?”            I closed my eyes, swallowed hard, and nodded. The request was at least as manipulative as the first because she knew I couldn’t deny this one. It was too reasonable.            “Good.” She squeezed my hand.            That’s when her house exploded.


About the Author:
Christine Amsden has been writing fantasy and science fiction for as long as she can remember. She loves to write and it is her dream that others will be inspired by this love and by her stories. Speculative fiction is fun, magical, and imaginative but great speculative fiction is about real people defining themselves through extraordinary situations. Christine writes primarily about people and relationships, and it is in this way that she strives to make science fiction and fantasy meaningful for everyone.
At the age of 16, Christine was diagnosed with Stargardt’s Disease, a condition that effects the retina and causes a loss of central vision. She is now legally blind, but has not let this slow her down or get in the way of her dreams.
In addition to writing, Christine teaches workshops on writing at Savvy Authors. She also does some freelance editing work.
Christine currently lives in the Kansas City area with her husband, Austin, who has been her biggest fan and the key to her success. They have two beautiful children.
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Interview and Giveaway: Black Moon by Becca C. Smith and F.M. Sherrill

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?

Well, there’s two of us: Faith Sherrill and Becca C. Smith. This is our first novel that we’ve written together, but we both have published other works. Faith’s book is a dark fantasy called Ivory and she publishes under the name F.M. Sherrill. Becca has a couple of series out there, but her most popular is her teen sci-fi/horror  series The Riser Saga.

We both wanted to write a vampire novel since neither one of us had tackled that genre yet. With our completely different writing styles we thought it would be a great experiment to try blending the two. Becca has more of “teen” voice (innocent, naïve etc.), whereas Faith’s voice is more dark and intense. By having Becca write the “Shea” chapters and Faith write the “Lucian” chapters made for a pretty crazy mix, but it worked really well.
What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?

Immortality. There’s something attractive and hopeful about our physical bodies not having to age or die.

Please tell us about your latest release.

The book is called Black Moon and it is the first in a trilogy. It has fangs, blood, romance, history and all the romping bad-ass characters you could want in a paranormal romance.

With the book being part of a series, are there any character or story arcs, that readers jumping in somewhere other than the first book, need to be aware of? Can these books be read as stand alones?

No, unfortunately, these are not stand alone books. If you miss the first one, you’re going to be very confused.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?

Actually, we had a webshow called The Writers’ Block because let’s face it, all writers have writer’s block from time to time. The only way we deal with it is to force ourselves through it. Just write. Even if it sucks, eventually you’ll pull yourself out of it.

Do you have any weird writing quirks or rituals?

We actually both have to have a clean environment to write. Cluttered place, cluttered mind.
When did you consider yourself a writer?We’ve both been creating stories and fantasies all our lives, so in a sense, we’ve always considered ourselves writers.
Other than writing, what are some of your interests, hobbies or passions in life?Becca: I read, I write, I watch enormous amounts of television and I play warcraft.
Faith: I’m learning the piano, but typically I like to spend time gardening, dancing, singing and enjoying life.
What was the last amazing book you read?

Becca: Game of Thrones: A Clash of Kings.

Faith: Quiet by Susan Cain

What can readers expect next from you?

Black Sunrise is the 2nd book in the Black Moon Saga and will be out by the end of the year. Faith and I have just finished separate novels of our own. Faith’s is called Cry Wolf and it’s a werewolf apocalypse novel. It will be published in September. Becca just finished the second book in her Atlas Series called Atlas: Grigori Returned and it will be released in August.
Where can readers find you on the web?

We have a blog: http://girlswritingcoffee.blogspot.com

And we also have a website www.blackmoonsaga.com
Our YouTube channel is at: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRpEts3LkGGODqu0SUc1qFQ

Black MoonThe Black Moon SagaBook 1Becca C. Smith & F.M. Sherrill
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Red Frog PublishingDate of Publication: 07/07/14
ISBN: 9780985027698ASIN:
Number of pages: 283Word Count: 68,000
Cover Artist: Becca C. Smith & F.M. Sherrill
Book Description:
Shea Harper is forced to stay in boring, hot and dry Phoenix, Arizona for college. But once she meets the enigmatic yet positively egocentric Lucian, Shea’s life changes forever.
She finds out that she comes from a long line of descendants called Vessels. In her soul is the key to destroying an ancient prison protecting the world from darkness itself: Lucian’s father.
Up until now, Lucian has captured every descendant except Shea. With her powers awakening, all vampires want to drag her down to the pit. But Lucian is territorial. She’s the first female Vessel… and he’s convinced she belongs to him.
Saucy and tauntingly surprising, Black Moon captures the struggle between burning alive with desire and castrating the heart. This is a love story that will drain you dry.


Available on Amazon
About the Authors:
Becca C. Smith:
Becca C. Smith received her Film degree from Full Sail University and has worked in the Film and Television industry for most of her adult life. In 2010 Becca published her first novel, Riser followed by the sequel, Reaper, in 2011, and the finale, Ripper in 2013. In 2012 Becca wrote the children’s novel Alexis Tappendorf and the Search for Beale’s Treasure. She is also the co-author of the teen graphic novel Ghost Whisperer: The Haunted. Most recently Becca released Atlas, the first book in a new urban fantasy series. She currently lives in Los Angeles, CA with her husband, Stephan and their two cats Jack and Duke.
F.M. Sherrill:
Aren't author's bios boring? I always wanted to read one that went something like this:
F.M. Sherrill: recent citizen of earth. Plans on ruling the planet once she gets over the common cold. Or, F.M. Sherrill: time traveler. Decided to alter the space-time continuum by writing a novel, thus changing history slightly, which will eventually lead to the rise of a new human species.
But here it is. F.M. Sherrill is a novelist, A.K.A. an avid bullshitter; that's why she lives in L.A.. She's been writing for as long as her ancient mind can remember, devouring tales like an anemic vampire roaming the streets in hot pink heels, always thirsty for more. When she's not writing, she's making steampunk weapons, sewing giant plant-eater Mario plushes, making costumes for some film bloke or cosplayer, and sculpting/casting movie prop replicas while gardening in her urban apartment. Her favorite tools? A soldering iron, a blowtorch, a band saw, a sonic screwdriver, a replicator and an active imagination.
Blog: http://girlswritingcoffee.blogspot.com
Twitter: @therisersaga and @fmsherrill 




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Excerpt and Giveaway The Lycan Hunter by Kelsey Jordan

The Lycan HunterThe Gardinian World SeriesBook 1Kelsey Jordan
Genre:  Paranormal Romance           
Publisher:  Booktrope PublishingDate of Publication:  June 1, 2014
ISBN:  9781620154311ASIN:  B00KQ5E6I6
Number of pages:  308
Cover Artist:  Greg Simanson
Book Description: 
When Alexis James arrives at her first assignment in months, she anticipates the danger and violence rife in her calling as a Lycan Hunter. What she doesn’t expect is a handsome, blue-eyed wolf saving her life and kidnapping her. Surrounded by the enemy, Alexis must not only survive her prisoners but the bonds of a different sort that begin to form against her will.
Mikko Kyran was chosen by the gods to lead his pack, and he has made it his mission to end the eight thousand years of war plaguing his people. The Alpha never suspected that the key to the prophecy ending the Forever War would be held by a smart-mouthed, sexy Hunter determined to kill him.
Can two people from different worlds set aside everything they know about one another long enough to survive retribution from the Hunters, the pack, and the gods? Or will their differences start a war that neither can win?
Written with intensity and depth, The Lycan Hunter is the first in a thrilling new series.
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~*~ Lycan Hunter Excerpt ~*~An ominous feeling settled in her stomach, the sensation surging and plummeting so fast in her gut she had to reach out to grip the desk for stability. The only thing missing was classic horror-themed music as the sinister feeling surged again when Kyran paused as if he waslistening for something. Still she couldn’t’t force her feet to move, too drawn in by all the awful possibilities from what the screen showed her.Theo – like all Hunters – had been trained to be aware of their surroundings yet maintain the appearance that he was unconscious. Alexis found herself hoping that Theo would do something to give himself away. All Kyran would need is a subtle uptick of Theo’s calm heart, a hitched breath, or a subtle muscle movement to show him that Theo wasn’t asleep but pretending. Nothing happened, and Kyran stepped forward. Her gut twisted in agony, but her feet still refused to obey her command to find help. Kyran was obviously in doctor mode. He would naturally wonder what happened to his patient, wonder if somehow the sedatives that Theo had been given had been too much. He suffered from a kindness that Hunters were trained out of from childhood. His inclination for decency would cost him, but at least he was cognizant that something was unusual. Maybe that would keep him safe enough that she could warn him or send help.Her gut tightened again, and a quick glimpse showed how close Kyran was to his destruction. She knew she wouldn’t’t find that room in time, so she left the room hoping to find Ronan. Hopefully, it wouldn’t’tbe too late.She began beating on the first door she came to. It swung open to reveal Ronan’s sleep tossed hair, unfocused glare, and gloriously naked body.“What the hell, Ky – ” His hands flew to his groin when his gaze fell on her.“Come on. Kyran’s in trouble.”


About the Author: 
Kelsey Jordan is the author of The Lycan Hunter, the first book in her Gardinian World series. Though she has a preference for all things paranormal and romantic, Kelsey admits she just writes what her muse demands of her. It’s less painful that way. When she isn’t enjoying the momentary benefits of playing god to the many characters that live in her head, she can usually be found curled up with a book, killing something in a video game, or spending time with her family. At some point in the day she is probably drinking more than her recommended dose of coffee, but don’t tell her that. She doesn’t care about recommended servings.
As a Texas native and self-described Air Force brat, Kelsey now lives in Georgia with her husband and their tutu-wearing minion. Book 2 and 3 of the series will be published by Booktrope Editions late Summer/Fall 2014. 
To learn more, visit her at: http://kelseyjordangw.com
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Two in the AfternoonA Day of PleasureBook 2Cora Cade
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: SamhainDate of Publication:  July 29, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-61922-298-4ASIN:
Word Count: 26,000
Cover Artist: Lyn Taylor
Book Description:
When it comes to hand-to-heart combat, no hold is barred.
Molly Ryan survived one attack, and she’s not about to be a sitting duck for another. With her attacker harassing her from his jail cell, she packs up her life in Chicago, follows her Delta Force brother to North Carolina and gets work in a pub.Men in uniform are definitely off her menu, but her boss’s friend, Army Ranger Callum Eversman, is one hot hunk she’d like to sample.
Home on a two-week furlough, Cal has agreed to watch over Molly as a favor to fellow Ranger Noah Harper. Accomplishing his mission without her noticing? That’s going to be tough, as any idiot can see their sparks of attraction from a mile away.
Despite her hands-off-military-men policy, Molly is tempted to indulge, just this once, in a no-strings-attached fling. No dating, no kissy face, no hearts involved. But when her past threatens her future, there’s only one man to turn to. The one who’ll risk everything—body, heart, and soul—to protect her.
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Copyright © 2014 Cora Cade
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication  
Propping her bare feet on the edge of the ancient desk, Molly Ryan took a well-deserved pull of her beer. Before dropping her head back to ease the tension in her shoulders she closed her aching eyes and sighed heavily. It was nearly two in the afternoon, which meant she’d been locked in the pub’s office for roughly six hours, getting caught up on the weekly invoicing, payroll and upcoming supply orders.
The office had no window to enjoy the lake view, but she knew it was a glorious, sunny summer day. It was well worth the sacrifice of her Sunday off to know that she’d put a major dent in her work week, though. With Noah and Tennyson off on their honeymoon for the next two weeks, they’d left Molly in charge of more than just her normal duties.Managing a busy pub like the Drunken Duck was enough work, but taking on Noah’s responsibilities as owner added a little more tension to her shoulders. To be fair, it was a challenge she was more than up for. Noah had left his brother, Chris, as her second in command for the duration, giving plenty of help.
She heard the service door open down the hall. Undoubtedly it was Chris to check in with her. He had a normal work week as an architect and helped out in the evenings and weekends as needed. He was likely stopping after seeing her sporty red coupe in the empty parking lot.
“Hey, Mr. Sexy Pants, I’m in the office. Bring me another beer on your way!” She couldn’t help teasing him. He’d spent the previous night fighting off advances from Lexie, his latest crazy chick, as Tenn would call her. At one point Lexie had cornered Chris next to the bar, put a slim hand down the front of his tuxedo pants, and called him Mr. Sexy Pants loud enough for half the bar to hear. Watching Chris turn ten shades of red while attempting to pull the tenacious girl’s hand from his pants had caused Molly to fall off her bar stool in hysterical laughter. Even after landing squarely on her ass and spilling her scotch down the front of her bridesmaid dress, effectively ruining it, she still couldn’t stop laughing.
As the office door opened behind her, she pushed off from the desk. The movement sent the chair whirling around, making the tiny room spin in a quick half turn.
“Hey… Oh.” Well, that wasn’t Chris standing in her doorway. Where Chris was leanly muscled, this guy looked like a hulking linebacker, with heavily muscled arms and a chest broad enough to block the sun. He had a black duffel bag slung over one shoulder, exposing the underside of a thick biceps and a heavy tribal tattoo ending at the elbow.
Intensity pulsed off of him. Light mocha skin, a smoothly shaved head, and steely gray eyes, he exuded a quiet watchfulness that was at odds with his stern demeanor. He had an obvious perpetual scowl set on his face. A face, upon closer inspection, that had a full mouth and broad features and a light scar running across his left cheek, just under the eye.
He watched her watching him, and no one spoke for a moment. Molly belatedly realized she was sitting in front of a ridiculously hot stranger in her pajamas. Not even her cute pajamas. When she’d rolled out of bed after a night of just a little too much scotch and not enough sleep, she hadn’t even considered running into anyone. Her apartment was three blocks away, the pub was closed every Sunday, and most of the town was also recovering from Noah and Tenn’s wedding reception.
Who was this guy, and where had he come from? And could she keep him?
If the vixen in black pajama bottoms with pink skulls was Noah’s new bride, then Cal was in a lot of trouble. It went against his code to covet a fellow soldier’s woman. But he was hard-pressed to take his eyes off the petite beauty with a shock of unruly auburn hair and a full, pouty mouth. She darted her tongue across a lush bottom lip, causing his libido to stand at attention.
It was well past time to stop cataloging every attribute of the woman before him, especially if she was Noah’s. “I’m looking for Noah Harper. Is he around?”
“Noah?” She shook her head, as if clearing it, before going on. “He’s not in, but I’m the manager of the Drunken Duck. Can I help you?”

It was relief, first and foremost, that washed over him. Cal was grateful he’d had a chance to speak with Noah earlier in the week. Molly wasn’t Noah’s wife, but the woman he was here to look after.
About the Author:
Nestled away in a small town in Ohio, I spend my days adding delicious books to my library, snuggling with my four rotten dogs, and debating the finer points of life with the dear husband.
When I'm not tucked away with a book you can be find me tapping away at my laptop.   With coffee.  And my iPod.
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Excerpt and Giveaway: Changeling’s Crown by Juli D. Revezzo

Changeling’s CrownJuli D. Revezzo
Genre: upper YA/New Adult paranormal romance
Publisher: Raven Queen Publications
Date of Publication: June 2014
ISBN: 978-1499390193ASIN: B00KPJ27UW
Number of pages: 190Word Count: 46,500
Cover Artist: Boulevard Photografica
Book Description:
When Ianthe began her career as a faery godmother, she stumbled so badly that Snow White will probably never speak to her again. After a long suspension, she’s finally been given a chance to redeem herself…but everything on this latest assignment is going wrong.
But why?
Worse, she definitely doesn’t need an attractive mortal man distracting her from her duties. Of course, needs and wants are two different things.
Briak has had his eye on Ianthe for a very, very long time, but he’s been waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Despite the fact all hell’s about to break loose on his watch, he can’t resist the opportunity to insert himself into her earthly assignment. Can he convince Ianthe of her true calling and thereby win her heart? Or will his subterfuge ultimately cost him her love?
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/50HNfdHQ1l8
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Excerpt:
Sunlight filtered into the office, tinkling musically as it bounced off a globe standing to the far side of the room. A lone dust mote floated through the air to fall onto the crystalline floorboards and as it hit, Ianthe Hypericum cringed when she heard it clack against the floor, like the tinny clap of an iron breakfast bell. Normally the sound didn’t bother her. Normally she found it lovely.Not today.Nervous sweat ran down Ianthe’s back as she awaited her latest assignment. Maybe the Faery Godmother High Council hadn’t changed their decision. Maybe Ms. Siabelle had called her in to revoke her wand for good.Why wouldn’t she? After all, so many of her recent assignments had ended in disaster. The High Council frowned upon her performance even before Snow White’s daughter had run off with that traveling band of thieves. Ianthe still couldn’t quite figure out how it had happened. She’d spent nearly fourteen hundred years on probation for it. How it hadn’t driven her crazy enough to join those in the dark side of the groves, she had no idea. It’d been a close call.Some faery godmother she’d turned out to be! She didn’t want to think what might happen if she blew another assignment. They’d turn her out, maybe send her to the shoemaker’s shop as punishment, and she didn’t want that. Everyone knew the shoemaker’s shop was a dungeon compared to the human world.What a disgrace for her family, if the council banished her there! They were having a hard enough time, socially, dealing with her failure with the Snow White family. Banishment would undo them. She had to succeed at this assignment, she just had to!The door opened and an older woman, wearing a gray Armani suit, stepped through.Ianthe stood and curtseyed, her lilac taffeta skirt rustling. “Good morning, Ms. Siabelle.”The old woman pushed her glasses up her pert nose with a thick finger. “Ah, Ianthe. I see you’re on time, for once.” She scuttled around the huge oak desk like an overweight crab.Ianthe folded her hands in her lap, twisting her fingers as she waited for her boss to settle down.“I trust all is well.”“Yes, ma’am,” she said. “The Smith-Weiss affair’s all cleaned up.”“They’re happy, then?” Ms. Siabelle asked.Ianthe bit her lip. Hard. No, she wouldn’t say the couple was happy. Not unless the faery godparent council had changed its definition of single parent households. Still, she made her report on her latest assignment. “The couple is—April is…Chuck will be—” She blew out a deep breath. “They’ll get there. Plenty of babies grow up without their fathers. It’s for the best.”“Is it?”“April Smith and Charles Weiss weren’t made for each other, no matter how much we wish it.” She frowned at the old faery godmother. “You knew there were problems going into that assignment.”Ms. Siabelle remained quiet in the face of Ianthe’s accusation. She twitched the platinum chain on her glasses and turned her attention to her computer. “Yes, well, that isn’t the issue today.” Adjusting her glasses to her liking, she turned her head, gaze softening as she peered at Ianthe.Ianthe could feel a million tiny lightning bolts trying to find their way into her heart. She could barely breathe under the elderly overseer’s gaze and she begged the faery gods to be on her side, just this once.Ms. Siabelle cleared her throat.Here it came. Ianthe tried not to cringe.“The Faery Godparent High Council has decided to give you another chance, child.”She blinked. “Say that again?” Unbelievable!“I said we’ve decided in your favor.” Ms. Siabelle turned in her chair, and standing, crossed the room to a tall filing cabinet. Batting away a stray sunbeam, she wrapped old fingers around the silver handle gracing the top drawer, tugged it open, and drew a finger in the air above the files. They flipped by themselves, one after another, as if she pulled them. But she held her finger too high. “If the couple can’t make a go of it even after what you’ve done, it’s not your fault.”“I did try.”“I told the council so. Ah, here we are.” She stepped back as one file slid free. It spun in the air before her a moment, then Ms. Siabelle reached out and took hold of the thin folder. Ianthe wrung her hands as Ms. Siabelle sat back down and began to read. “Hmm... It says here that you’re to be assigned to a young man.” Her brow rose. “And his soon-to-be ex-wife.”Ianthe sat up straighter. A divorce? Oh, no. More battles over the children. She found being saddled with the choice of which parent would be best heartbreaking. “Surely you must be mistaken. Isn’t there some forlorn lover I can look after instead?” This guy was probably as ugly as the frog prince, while the wife, well… she’d met some doozies!“No, the assignment is quite clear. You’re to assist Randall and Mallory Davies.” Ms. Siabelle shut the gleaming folder and folded her hands atop it. “According to their files, it’s a clear case. Randall’s not sure he wants the divorce and Mallory—well, I don’t see why she couldn’t be persuaded to drop the case. Should be a piece of cake, as they say down there.”She’d said that about Snow White’s daughter, but Ianthe thought better of reminding her. “I’m not sure.”“Are you saying you don’t want the assignment, my dear? I thought you hoped for a chance to get your wand and title back.” Her nose twitched. “And everything else that goes with it. Coaches and ball gowns and such.”All of which had gone out of style with the age of classic faery tales. Right now, Ianthe didn’t feel like contradicting her. “I do, ma’am. It’s just that—”“Good. I’ll see the paperwork’s sent through; meanwhile—” She wiggled her finger over the file and it rose from the desktop, floating like a bird into Ianthe’s less than eager hands. “Why don’t you get started?” She shook her head sadly. “Seems Randall and Mallory are in dire need of a happy ending, as you’ll see.”Ianthe sighed. The pages flipped open before her, and she took in the photographs. Randall, his employees. One stood out: a man with a handsome angular face, tousled brown hair, and deep, coffee-colored eyes.She leaned forward to study the picture, wondering who he was. Too handsome to ignore, she thought. Was he the reason for the couple’s troubles? She could see that being the case.Maybe this assignment wasn’t going to be so bad, after all.She shoved the file into her oversized purse and exited the office to take to the hall, a renewed confidence in her gait. She could do this. Surely, she would finally live down that fiasco of an assignment with Snow White’s daughter. Maybe it would even garner her a promotion. Full Godmotherhood!Dare she dream?She was already daydreaming for she plowed right into an oncoming faery.She blinked at him. Geldon P. Techsmauch.“I’m sorry, Geldon. I didn’t see you,” she said.Son of a goblin, how she hated him! She stepped back, hoping to escape him as soon as possible.“Why don’t you watch where you’re going?” he snarled.When she stepped around him he planted his right hand against the wall, blocking her escape. “Where do you think you’re rushing off to in such a hurry?” he asked. “You can’t have a princess awaiting you. You’re on probation after all. Or are you late for a class? Beginning wand construction one-oh-one?”How’m I supposed to go anywhere with you in my way, you horsefly’s butt? What was he doing, besides being a nuisance? “I said I’m sorry.” She tried not to snarl back, but it was hard. She tapped a finger to her lips. “Didn’t I hear you just came back from Desire Island? How’d that go?”His mud brown eyes narrowed. “You heard wrong. It was Devil’s Island.”“Ah.” She nodded. “My mistake.”“Yes, you make many.” He turned on his heel. “So, I see you have more studying to do. Good luck with it, Hypericum. You’ll need it.”Ianthe’s fists clenched and she wanted to stamp her foot against the citrine floor tiles, but the sound would reverberate through them as if she’d shattered a glass wall and tell the whole kingdom how angry she was. The nerve of Techsmauch! He was such an ass! Why did he constantly make her life a living hell? She didn’t want to run the risk of meeting up with him again tonight. So she turned back the way she’d come. She’d take the sub-elevators down to the Earth level if she had to in order to avoid facing him again.A wrinkly, gray skinned goblin met her at the elevator and beckoned her inside. It was stuffed full of trolls. Many smelled as if they needed a nice, long bath. No one would ever catch Techsmauch dead in a sub-elevator so it seemed the best way to avoid him.She sniffed once or twice and wrinkled her nose at the smell. The doors closed and she slowly released her breath. Afraid to inhale, she wondered how long it would take to reach Earth level. Don’t worry. We’ll arrive before you pass out from the trolls’ stench. She hoped.All she could think about was the shower she’d take once on Earth. She’d have to freshen up if she wanted to get close to her assignment. Troll-stench was known to drive away any and all who came near. That was no way to begin this assignment.She checked her purse, pulling forth the file Ms. Siabelle had given her. She could swear she’d seen that employee before, but where? Briak. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it. Was it possible she had the name incorrect? Maybe the k constituted a typo. The name niggled in a way she didn’t like, but he looked so kind. Had she ever helped him? Or someone in his family?
Maybe I’m mistaken. How many handsome ranch hands were there in Clover Glen, Florida, after all?
About the Author:
Juli D. Revezzo is a Florida girl, with a love of fantasy, science fiction, and Arthurian legend, so much so she gained a B.A. in English and American Literature. She loves writing stories with fantastical elements whether it be a full-on fantasy, or a story set in this world-slightly askew.
She has been published in short form in Eternal Haunted Summer, Dark Things II: Cat Crimes (a charity anthology for cat related charities), Luna Station Quarterly, Crossing the River, An Anthology in Honor of Sacred Journeys; The Scribing Ibis: An Anthology of Pagan Fiction in Honor of Thoth, and Twisted Dreams Magazine. She’s the author of The Antique Magic series and the Paranormal Romance Harshad Wars series.
She is a member of the Independent Author Network and the Magic Appreciation Tour.
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Blitz Demons of Desire by Debra Dunbar

Demons of DesireHalf Breed SeriesBook 1Debra Dunbar
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: 7/21/2014
ASIN: B00M0CWOG4
Number of pages: 315Word Count: 100,000
Cover Artist: Phatpuppyart Studios
Book Description:
Amber’s succubus desires are driving her, as well as every man within a five mile radius, crazy – and, Irix, the sexy incubus sent to tutor her, isn’t helping one bit. Determined to find some balance in her life as well as get away from his tempting presence, she escapes to visit a college friend in New Orleans.
But the Big Easy is anything but peaceful. Two powerful witch covens are battling for control of the mighty river and the potent ley lines that run through the city. Amber discovers her half-elven heritage may just resolve their differences, but the covens have other, more lethal, ideas. She knows she can restore the elemental energy to balance, but it’s not easy to play peacemaker when her succubus side wants to drown the whole city in a tide of lust.
The tensions between the covens aren’t her only trouble. There’s nowhere Amber can run to escape the siren-call of her demon nature, and nowhere she can run to escape the seductive incubus who won’t seem to take “no” for an answer.

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Excerpt Chapter 1Most people don’t think of sex when they’re sweating in an airport baggage claim, but most people aren’t half succubus.  I tried to keep my eyes on the endless parade of identical black bags, but my gaze kept drifting toward the three virile college boys staring back at me.  They’d been on my plane, and I’d been all too aware of their testosterone-fueled fascination for the entire two and a half hour flight.   Pick one, my naughty half urged. Actually she wanted all three of them, but I’d bartered her down to one.  Not that I had any intention of screwing anyone in an airport.  I’d eventually have to give in to her, but it would be on my terms.  I was picky, where she most definitely was not. Perspiration rolled down my back, gluing the light blue tank top to my skin. The heat had hit me the moment they’d opened the aircraft doors, and the baggage claim wasn’t any cooler than the outside.  It was hot enough up in Maryland, but New Orleans was like being submerged in a hot tub.  Of course, I would have braved the fires of hell to get away from Maryland – and away from him.“So, what brings you to New Orleans?”One of the college boys had finally worked up the courage to approach me.  His friends stood back, watching and obviously holding their breath in anticipation of a smack down.  Little did they know my succubus side would never give a prospective partner the cold shoulder, and my elf side couldn’t tolerate rudeness in any way, shape, or form.Did I mention I was also half-elf?I smiled. It’s not like I could help it. He was just so darned cute, and his attention so very flattering.  “I’m here to visit an old college roommate.  She transferred to Tulane a couple of years ago.”“Cool.  We go to Maryland – ‘Fear the Turtle’.” He gave a fist pump to emphasize the college’s sports slogan.  “We’re here to party.  Airfare is really cheap right now.”Yeah.  It’s a million fricken degrees and hurricane season.  If I hadn’t been escaping . . . no, I wasn’t going to think of him.  Instead of replying I turned to watch the bags circle by, concerned that I may have missed mine.  Even my elf etiquette had its limits.“We’re going to be down on Bourbon Street tonight.  Maybe we can meet up?”Of course they were going to be down on Bourbon Street.  But even a first-timer like me realized the futility of trying to vaguely “meet-up” with someone on a street filled with hundreds of bars and wall-to-wall people.“Sure,” I replied, continuing to watch the bags circle by.  “I’ll look for you all.”  My succubus side was irritated that I wasn’t already dragging this guy into the nearest alcove and having my way with him.  I stalled her again with vague promises, well aware I wouldn’t be able to hold her back for long.  I’d need to get laid in the next few days or she’d take control and I’d find myself with a less-than-desirable partner.College boy seemed to realize the odds of actually running into me on Bourbon Street were the equivalent of winning the Powerball lottery.  “We’ll be at Saints and Sinners.”Channing Tatum’s place.  It was on my short-list of places to check out.  I gave him another smile.  “Okay.  I don’t know what my friend has planned, but I’ll try and be there.”That seemed to delight college boy beyond all reason.  He grinned, and walked backward to join his friends.  They hooted, and slapped him on the back, casting quick glances toward me as they walked toward the big glass doors.  I waved good-naturedly, then turned to see my bag coming down the line.“Excuse me.  Oh, crap!”I squeezed between two other travelers and reached for the handle, but my fingers slipped off and it dropped back onto the belt of the luggage carousel, firmly wedged between two black suitcases.  I watched it move away from me, irritated that I’d need to wait for it to make a whole circuit before I had the chance to grab it again.“I’ve got it.”A tanned arm sporting a gold watch shot out and grabbed my bag, yanking it from the belt with a practiced grip.  I followed that arm upward with my eyes.  Trim guy.  Fifties.  Mostly bald with close-cut, light-colored hair.  Lemon yellow polo shirt paired with khaki shorts.  Business man, perhaps?  Here for a convention or on vacation?  He had nice, friendly blue eyes.I reached out a hand to take the bag from him, and his eyes darted downward, lingering on my tank-top, or rather on the breasts it was barely covering.  The succubus within me awoke, fixing this man with a hungry stare.  Desire stirred, surfacing and arching out in invisible tendrils. No, no, no.  I tried to rein her in.  This man probably had kids my age.  Either way, I could tell he was a nice guy.  He deserved better than this, but my baser self didn’t agree.  She was hungry.The man’s eyes left my breasts and rose to meet mine.  I saw the lust in them, along with confusion and a bit of shame. I was ashamed too, but that emotion was drowned out by the thought of his mouth on mine, his . . .Married.  Married.  It was like an alarm bell, bringing my rational self back into control. I didn’t care how hungry the monster living inside me was, I was not going to be responsible for this man breaking his wedding vows.  Besides, he deserved better than a mind blowing fuck in an airport bathroom that would yoke him to me for the rest of his life. He deserved better, and so did I.“Thank you.”I snatched the bag from him and nearly fell in my haste to get away.  For Pete’s sake, I was in an airport, surrounded by people, and I was on the edge of having sex with a stranger who had been kind enough to grab my luggage off the conveyor belt.  My face burned with embarrassment at the encounter, but I would have felt worse had we wound up naked in a public restroom stall.I was out of control.  Irix had been right, but his solution wasn’t something I could live with.  I envisioned his mocking voice, his raised eyebrows when he gave me the “I told you so” speech.  I’d heard that speech all too often over the past month, but that wasn’t why I’d left.  I could handle bossy, what I couldn’t handle was the way I felt every time he was near. “Amber!” There.  By the doors.  A young woman waved at me, her black hair pulled back, highlighting perfect cheekbones and warm dark-brown skin.  She bounced up and down on strappy sandals, all long legs and slim hips.  I waved back and hustled myself toward her, shrieking as I grabbed her in a tight hug.  Darci and I had kept in touch even after she’d transferred to Tulane, but I’d really missed her.  My freshman roommate, my best friend – if anybody could help me find the Amber I’d used to be, it was Darci.“Hurry, I’m double parked,” she said, disengaging and looking around for my luggage.I grabbed the bag I’d dropped to hug her, grateful to be getting out of the airport.  The heat and the excitement of my escape had stirred up the monster inside, and the guys at baggage claim weren’t the only ones I was beginning to have lurid fantasies about.  I hadn’t had sex in four weeks.  This was New Orleans, a town of indulgences.  I’d indulge, then hopefully the desperate hunger would taper off, and I could just relax and enjoy myself – like the old Amber.We crammed my bags in Darci’s Jetta, and took off, blasting the AC.  Darci chatted on about college, a guy she was desperate to go out with, and what was on the agenda for today.  She hadn’t been able to get the whole week off work, but I had assured her I could manage on my own just fine.  My anticipation built thinking about po-boy sandwiches, Cajun music in the French Quarter, and a hot new dance club in the warehouse district.  Already I felt the monster grow tame, distracted by the prospect of nice, normal, human-type activities.“So. . . tell me about this guy you’re running away from.”Darci’s inquiry jolted me out of my happy space.  Irix.  Thick sable-brown hair that fell to his shoulders in back and brushed his jaw in the front, dark golden eyes that seemed to see right under my clothing.  He moved like a large cat on the prowl, and his smile held a promise of wicked carnal delights. “He’s bad for me.  And if I’d have stayed, I would have wound up in his bed.”“Oh, those are the best ones, aren’t they?  Bad for you how?  Because I’ve never known you to walk away from something bad.”Only when it was something I couldn’t truly have. “He’s one of those guys who is completely addicting.  I’d take it far more seriously than he would.  I just don’t need that kind of emotional damage, thank you very much.”Darci shot me a knowing look.  “Oh, the tables have been turned!  Amber, the queen of love-them-and-leave-them is in danger of losing her heart to a world-class womanizer.”What?  I was not that sort of girl! Well, I hadn’t been that sort of girl up until recently.“I’m sorry I ever told you about that Zumba instructor from the gym.  One guy does not make me a player.”That’s when the problem began.  I’d been so crazy about him, wanted him so bad.  One date, one night of torrid passion, and it was all gone.  I didn’t care if I ever saw him again.  I couldn’t even remember what his name was.  What I did have was the thin trickle of energy he’d supply me with for the rest of his life.  And guilt.  A whole lot of guilt.I thought Darci was going to wreck the car from laughing.  “One guy?  One guy? Seriously, Amber, once you get them in the sack, it’s ‘adios my friend’.”“I’m not. . . no way,” I sputtered.  How could she think that?  I’d had plenty of relationships.  Yeah, none had lasted very long, but that wasn’t my fault.“Oh, let’s see. . . Darius, Nick, Brent, Jason.”“Jason dumped me,” I protested.“Zac, Scott, Theo.”“Hey, I dated Theo for a month.  That’s not a one-night-stand!”Darci made a “pffft” sound and waved her hand at me.  “It took you that long to sleep with him.  Remember, finals?  Then he had the flu?  Then you went on that ski trip?  Once you guys did the nasty, Theo was yesterday’s news.”My head whirled, and I stared at Darci, open-mouthed.  She was right.  This problem of mine had been going on longer than I’d thought, I just hadn’t realized it.  She glanced over at me, smiling fondly.“It’s okay, Amber.  Doesn’t make you a bad person.  Actually, I always thought it was kind of funny.  Guys are usually the ones that do this; it was refreshing to see the tables turned.”No, it wasn’t funny.  It was just as shitty as when guys did it to girls.  These were nice boy’s that I’d screwed over, that I’d hurt.  I hadn’t realized it back then, but now the thought of it devastated me. I’d hidden some things from Darci – things that she would never believe anyway, but I needed to let her know how terrible this made me feel, how I didn’t want to be that sort of person.“It’s not okay.  There’s something wrong with me, Darci.  I want to have a long-term relationship.  I want to meet someone nice, fall in love, and commit to them.  I’ll never have that, and it hurts.  It hurts almost as much as how I treated all those guys.”“You will fall in love.  You’ll find the right guy and it will all click into place.”  She gave me a quick, mischievous look. “Now tell me all about this sexy scoundrel you ditched up in Maryland.  I live vicariously through your tales of sexual conquest, you know.  What’s his name?”“Irix.”  I didn’t want to think of him, let alone talk about him, but I knew Darci would never give up until she’d heard all the details.“Ooo, exotic!  Is that his first or last name?”It was probably one of many names.  I’d been told demons have quite a few and are very cagy about letting anyone know all of them. “I’m not sure.  It’s the only name he goes by.”“Like Madonna, or Sting?  How did you meet him?”Now this was the tricky part.  I couldn’t really say my demon parent had sent an Incubus to teach me how to deal with my succubus side. “My family contracted him as a sort of life coach for me.  That’s why I can’t just avoid him.  He’s there every day, following me around, pestering me to do this or do that. I told him to go home and leave me alone, but he won’t until he feels like I’ve learned what I need.  It’s his job.”  And I got the feeling he was getting quite a kick out of it too.Darci scrunched up her face.  “Ugh.  Totally hot does not outweigh bossing you around.  That sucks.  What happens if you just tell him to kiss off and do whatever the heck you want?”Heat roared through me, I could feel my face redden. “Oh!”  Darci chuckled.  “You bad girl, you!  Well, no need to worry.  You’re safe here from Mr. Sexy Life-Coach, and I’ve got all kinds of fun activities planned for us.”


About the Author:
Debra Dunbar lives on a farm in the northeast United States with her husband, three boys, and a Noah’s ark of four legged family members.  Her fantasy novels feature supernatural elements in local settings. In addition to her Imp Series, and Half-Breed Series, she has also published a short story erotica series titled Naughty Mom. 
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Cover Reveal: Tempted by a Rogue Prince by Felicity Heaton

Tempted by a Rogue Prince Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 3
Felicity Heaton
An elf prince on the verge of losing himself to the darkness, Vail is maddened by the forty-two centuries he was under the control of a witch and forced to war with his brother. Now, he roams Hell seeking an escape from his terrible past and the heads of all who bear magic. When demons of the Fifth Realm capture him, he sees a chance to end his existence, but when he wakes in a cell to a beautiful female, he finds not death but his only shot at salvation—his true fated mate.
Captured by the enemy of the Third Realm when the war ended, Rosalind has spent months in the cells of the Fifth Realm with her magic bound, forced to heal the new king’s demon warriors, and haunted by the lives she has taken. When she’s brought to heal an unconscious man, she discovers her only hope of escape has come in the form of her worst nightmare and the first part of a prediction that might spell her doom—a devastatingly handsome and dangerous dark elf prince.
Unwilling to fall under the control of anyone ever again, Vail must escape before the Fifth King can use him as a pawn in a deadly game of revenge, but he cannot leave without Rosalind, the woman who looks at him with dark desire in her stunning eyes and awakens a fierce hunger in his heart. A witch who drives him mad with need even as the darkness within whispers she will enslave him too.
Can Rosalind escape her fate as they embark on a journey fraught with danger and resist the temptation of her rogue elf prince? And can Vail overcome the memories that madden him in order to seize his chance for salvation and the heart of his fated female forever?
Pre-order links and a first chapter preview of Tempted by a Rogue Prince are available at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/tempted-by-a-rogue-prince-paranormal-romance-novel.php
Tempted by a Rogue Prince is due for release in ebook and paperback on August 9th 2014 and will be available from all major online book retailers.
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Books in the Eternal Mates paranormal romance series:Book 1: Kissed by a Dark PrinceBook 2: Claimed by a Demon KingBook 3: Tempted by a Rogue PrinceBook 4: Hunted by a Jaguar – coming in 2015

About Felicity Heaton:
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Todayinternational best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.
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Free Book Blitz Temptation Road by Kimball Lee

Temptation RoadBook 1Kimball Lee
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Green Pastures Ink
ISBN: 9781301172214ASIN: B00F70LNO0
Number of pages: 50Word Count: 18,500
Book Description:
What if you had to choose between a life of fame and luxury or finding your truest love while restoring a house overflowing with magic and enchantment in the Blue Ridge Mountains?
Reagan Hart is the DeLuca Girl, hers is the world famous face of a generation. Her husband has directed five of the highest grossing movies of all time, and her ex is a hunky detective who can't get her out of his heart. She has all that glitters, but it isn't at all what she bargained for. Beguiled by the story of a mystical old house in the Blue Ridge Mountains, she walks out on her past and into her future.
In the village of Seven Devils, North Carolina she is drawn to and enchanted by The Mary's House and comes face to face and heart to heart with breathtakingly handsome and reclusive Fletcher Green. Fletcher steals Reagan's heart in an instant but there are secrets to be told and he hasn't uttered a single word in twenty years. Only his brother Teddy has discovered the mysterious truth that sets Fletcher apart from all others.
The two brothers will rebuild The Mary's House for Reagan and along with a town full of eccentric's she just might find her place among the charms and bits of magic, both good and evil. Fate, destiny, passion and a touch of the divine will change her forever as she becomes a part of all that exists on Temptation Road.
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Temptation Road The New and Last Mary Chapter 1The house on the bend of Temptation Road came to be Reagan’s quite by chance, or by destiny, perhaps. If she hadn’t overheard a location scout telling her soon to be ex-husband about the Victorian confection he just couldn’t get out of his head, she might not ever have known about Seven Devils, North Carolina. But the young man was captivated by the rambling, crumbling, curly-cued good witch’s house, and he felt that it had to be immortalized on film. She was at a wrap party for Carlo, the brilliant director’s latest movie, another block-buster without a doubt. Carlo was her husband, and he wasn’t listening at all, he simply peered over the young man’s head. His gaze lingered on his soon-to-be-next-wife lounging poolside, wearing nothing more than a body-paint bikini and a desperate look. But Reagan stepped up and listened to the story of the Mary’s house and packed her Louis Vuitton luggage that very night. She introduced herself to the location scout and asked about the house and the town with the frightful name.“Oh, not frightful at all!” he gushed, “entrancing, captivating!”That was all she needed to hear, she set out to find that ruin of a house as she left her ruin of a marriage without shedding a single tear. She boarded a flight at LAX and flew across the country, toward anything auspicious.When she landed in Knoxville it seemed she’d only just boarded the plane. Had she slept or even blinked in so short a time? Maybe she’d entered a time warp or traveled through a wormhole, it seemed she’d dreamed she was flying and suddenly she had arrived. Such happenings would become commonplace once she inhabited the Mary’s house, things that were beguiling and whispered of love and magic and enchantment. But all of that was yet to come.She called her mother and then her best friend, Alana, from the Crowne Plaza, it wasn’t the type of hotel she preferred, but it was the best the city had to offer. She told them she was flushing her cell phone down the toilet along with the last ten years of her life and she’d let them know her new number as soon as she had one. She said she could no longer stand the sight of Carlo, or to be loved by Sean, and that she didn’t want to be admired by the world. She was disappearing into the mountains, to a different life, to something that was still hidden from her but she was certain it would make itself known. She didn’t flush the phone, she just let it swim for a while in the pristine white potty, then fished it out and crushed it beneath the heel of her Hermes boot.Both her mother and Alana were concerned over her abrupt flight from Los Angeles, but they were glad she’d left Carlo. Reagan assured them she could feel happiness and meaning beginning to grow and take shape in her soul by the minute, so they were glad for her, in spite of their concern.She bought a pearl white Yukon SUV the next morning and paid for it with her titanium American Express card, then she drove into the Blue Ridge Mountains. She wound up and around and into banks of fog that threatened to engulf the SUV and her along with it, she was, it seemed, vanishing into oblivion. The road was so narrow in some places and the visibility so poor, that she wondered what on earth had possessed her to run away. Why had she wandered into this remote part of the world, what had drawn her so urgently? Several times she nearly slipped off the edge of the road, the car’s tires spinning and sending small rocks tumbling down the mountainside.When she came to a scenic overlook and pulled over, she stared ahead at the most beautiful cloud-shrouded mountain vista she could ever have hoped for. She started to get out then noticed a large black bear rustling through a trash bin, it looked her way and made a mewling cry. She locked the doors as if the creature might dare to climb in with her, she began to shake violently with fear of wild things and her future, as she inched along the perilous road. She pulled into the first motel whose sign caught her headlights and rested her cheek against the steering wheel before going into the office. At the front desk she asked how far she was from Seven Devils and if there had been any incidence of bears wandering the motel property.Housekeeping woke her early in the morning, banging on the cheap metal door. She peeked out and told the maid to give her half an hour. When she stepped into the world outside, it was dazzling sunlight with an electric blue sky and a hundred shades of green and pine trees that pierced the roving clouds then reached to heaven and beyond. The mountain world was sharply green, not only as a color but as an all-encompassing smell. It inundated the senses, a saturated aroma of pine bark and sap and needles and fallen cones, sprightly and scintillating. It spoke to something locked inside her, something as old as the beginning of the very particles she was made of. Whispering its secrets softly, beckoning and calling wordlessly, “rest in me, here is where we all began, come into me and exist.”

About the Author:
Kimball Lee had break out success with Surrendering Charlotte Chronicles in the 2013 and hasn’t looked back. The topics of her novels and novella-series will vary, but her style of writing remains the same. Kimball doesn’t write 700 page books padded with useless words that take three pages to describe a doorknob. She does write funny, interesting, happy, sad, romantic, often titillating, and always thought provoking books that pack a lot good reading into just the right number of pages. Lee’s first novella, Legal Action, changed her life over night with more than 200,000 downloads in the first 90 days of publication. Kimball writes twelve to fifteen hours a day and she loves ALMOST every minute of it! Kimball Lee is represented by Joyce Holland at D4EO Literary Agency. Connect with Kimball via her social media networks, she actively engages her readers and shares some really great content!
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INTERVIEWER: Welcome, readers. This is Mae I. Askyou, and I'm sitting here with Ryan Ashton, hunky star of the time-travel romance trilogy, Moonseed. What a pleasure to meet you, Ryan.RYAN: Same here, Mae. Thanks for having me.INTERVIEWER: I must say, you are every bit as handsome as the story describes you. I confess, it's a little distracting. (Interviewer laughs lightly.) So, Ryan, you start out married to one woman and then fall in love with the woman who takes her place. What was that like for you?RYAN: Uncomfortable.INTERVIEWER: Yes?RYAN: My life was in order. I thought I knew what I wanted, where I was going. I'd married a woman who fit that future. Victoria was beautiful, poised. Her family had rich friends who could help me in my architectural business. Call me selfish because that's exactly what I was. Aggressive. Self-absorbed. Then she came along and changed everything.INTERVIEWER: Katherine, you mean.RYAN: Yeah. I fell in love—okay, in lust—with Victoria's beauty, but it was Katherine who brought her beauty to life, as if she had been meant for Victoria's body all along. Like Fate had somehow righted itself.INTERVIEWER: But the two women have to change back at the end of the year. Right?RYAN: A lot can happen in a year, Mae. Or in a novel.INTERVIEWER: I suppose you can't give our readers a sneak preview of how the story resolves itself? No? Well, okay, then let's talk more about you. Where did you grow up?RYAN: California.INTERVIEWER: California, where?RYAN: A backwater place. It's not important. (He shifts in his seat.)INTERVIEWER: Any brothers or sisters?RYAN: One brother. We've lost touch.INTERVIEWER: Parents?RYAN: Gone.INTERVIEWER: I see. Okay. I understand you were married once before and have a daughter.RYAN: Stephanie. (His face brightens.) Yeah, she's great. She ice skates. Growing up way too fast.INTERVIEWER: And your first wife?RYAN: Not much there, Mae. We met at Berkeley, had some classes together. We eloped against the advice of everyone who knew us, all pumped up on hormones and ambition. I can't say Gina was a mistake because it gave me Stephanie.INTERVIEWER: Did you always want to be an architect?RYAN: Believe it or not, I always did. I knew it when I was a kid drawing sketches on the back of my homework. It's not only the creating but the orderliness of design that appeals to me. Renovating someone's house brings focus and beauty out of confusion. It restores promise. (He suddenly smiles, and my interviewer's heart flips in my chest.) I love the idea of building a structure where people can live out their dreams, whether it's a company or a family. Gina never understood that. She resented any passion that didn't have herself at the center.INTERVIEWER: What about Victoria? Did she understand your passion for your work?RYAN: Hard to say with her. Victoria kept so much to herself. (He shrugs.) To be honest, I didn't give her much to hold onto. We've both had our secrets.INTERVIEWER: Secrets about your past?RYAN: Yeah. (He sits forward and drops his hands between his knees.) See, that's the trouble with being in a novel. All the world gets to know your secrets. (He grins.)INTERVIEWER: You've mentioned your need for order several times. Did that need grow out of this secret past you're hinting at?RYAN: Aw, Mae, that would be telling. (His grin softens.) It's all there in the story. You should read it.INTERVIEWER: That would be the Moonseed trilogy. Book 1, Bridge to the Past, and Book 2, Borrowed Promises, are available now. Book 3, Into the Mist, will be released next year.RYAN: Let me know what you think of them.INTERVIEWER: I will, Ryan. In fact, I could call you, maybe have coffee … well, perhaps not. Umm, well anyway, thanks for stopping by, Ryan. I've enjoyed our conversation. RYAN: A pleasure, Mae. Borrowed PromisesMoonseed TrilogyBook 2Judith Ingram
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Vinspire Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: May 31, 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9890632-4-1ASIN: B00JD0H2ZE
Number of pages: 249 pagesWord Count: 73,300 (approx.)
Cover Artist: Elaina Lee/For the Muse Designs
Book Description:
On the night of the new spring moon, a near-fatal accident propelled Victoria Reeves-Ashton over a century back in time to awaken in the body of Katherine Kamarov.
Now, after three months of pretending to be Katherine and laboring to repair relationships damaged by Katherine's brash and selfish personality, quiet and gentle Victoria finds that her heart is putting down roots in Katherine's world, in her family relationships, and especially in a deepening friendship with Katherine's winsome cousin Michael.
Hidden letters reveal the story of other moonseed-time travelers like herself-and Victoria realizes that she and Katherine will likely be returned to their own times the following spring. Tension mounts when a rich and handsome suitor applies to marry her, and Victoria must choose whether to accept him for Katherine's sake or to follow her own heart.
Ryan Ashton, the husband Victoria left behind, is baffled by the woman his wife has suddenly become. Unwilling to believe her story about an exchange in time, Ryan struggles to understand the stark transformation of his timid, remote wife into a sexually aggressive and captivating siren. Against his better judgment, he falls hard for this new woman who is a perplexing mixture of cruelty, sensuality, and tenderness, a woman who he suspects has the power to either break his heart or heal the aching loneliness he has lived with all his life.
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I bit my lip, wanting to avoid any subject that could ruin the easy camaraderie of our afternoons together. Michael had been friendly and funny, teasing me gently, treating me with the easy affection of an older brother. Once or twice I'd caught him watching me with a fierce intentness that made my heart skip. But then he'd grin or offer a quip that made us both laugh, and the uncomfortable moment would pass.I enjoyed the lightness of our friendship, grateful for the reprieve. In the rose garden at Summerwood and later on the trip to San Francisco, I had felt the slow but persistent budding of a new feeling that both thrilled and frightened me. The lightest touch of Michael's hand pricked up hairs along my skin like electricity; his boyish grin twisted a slow, sweet pain deep into my body. His clean, male scent in close proximity could stun me with unexpected waves of need, often forcing me to look away so he wouldn't see the flame in my eyes.I couldn't allow Michael to guess where my heart was taking me—because of Raymond.Although many things were unclear to me, one fact seemed certain—Katherine must marry Raymond Delacroix and have at least one child with him. If I gave in to my new feelings for Michael, and if I were cruel enough to let him see them, then I risked both hurting him and ruining Katherine's chances with Raymond when she came back to her own time.And Katherine would come back. I was convinced of it, all my desperate wishes to the contrary. She would marry Raymond, give birth to Elise, and secure a future that would eventually lead to her daughter painting a picture of Katherine and me at the bridge over Two Trees Creek. By the same token, I would return to life as a lingerie model and a cold marriage with Ryan Ashton. Ryan."What?" Michael's voice made me jump and turn my head."What?""You said 'Ryan' again.""I did?"Michael had removed his glasses, and he blinked at me from only a foot away. God, he has beautiful eyes, I thought. Soft gray-green depths that held me breathless, fighting a slow, aching pull to be in his arms."He's…nobody," I said.Michael was studying me, his eyes so solemn and searching that I couldn't look away. He didn't speak, but in that moment my heart yearned toward him, and he saw it. His expression changed. His gaze moved slowly from my eyes to my mouth.I turned my face away and shut my eyes over a sudden sting of tears."Kat?" he said softly.His voice held a new, cautious note of intimacy. A moment later his thumb brushed my wet cheek, and the tenderness of his touch wrenched a low cry from me. I pushed his hand away and struggled to sit upright."Don't touch me!" Pain made my voice sharp. "You can't touch me, Michael!"But his hand was already under my elbow, helping me to sit. He pushed a handkerchief into my hand."Here. Take it." He sounded bewildered and hurt. "Seems you'd rather do the job yourself."He watched me wipe my eyes and blow my nose with his handkerchief. I couldn't look at him, and after a moment he reached for his glasses and slipped them on.In a tight voice he asked, "Do you still want to visit Union Square?"I pressed the soggy handkerchief to my lips and nodded.Michael pushed himself to his feet and thrust out a hand to help me up. We folded the blanket between us, careful not to touch each other's fingers, and he picked up the hamper. As we crossed the grass in uneasy silence, a fresh roll of tears made me reach into my handbag for a clean handkerchief. A flash of copper tumbled into the grass.I stopped quickly, but Michael was quicker. He scooped up the coin, examined it briefly, and gave it back to me."You still carrying that thing around?"I looked up at him, my handkerchief arrested halfway to my face. "My coin? What do you know about my coin?"He squinted at me and frowned. "You're kidding, right? I was with you when you paid a nickel for that worthless thing at the county fair. You said it was good luck, and you carried it around in your pocket for years." He stopped at my look. "What is it?""Michael, are you certain this is the same coin?"I handed it back to him. His gaze lingered on my face, puzzled, before he examined the coin. He weighed it briefly on his palm, flipped it over, and gave it back to me."Of course I'm certain." He pointed his finger at the familiar nick in the rim. "There's where the wagon wheel ran over it, and you were so furious because you thought the magic was ruined." He screwed up his eyes against the sun and studied me. "What's the matter with you, Kat? You're looking at me like I've got two heads."
I shook my head in dazed wonder, suspended once again in that universe where Katherine's world and mine overlapped and where it made perfect sense that her lucky coin should have somehow come to me—twice.
About the Author:
Judith Ingram weaves together her love of romance and her training as a counselor to create stories and characters for her novels. She also writes Christian nonfiction books and enjoys speaking to groups on a variety of inspirational topics. She lives with her husband in the San Francisco East Bay and makes frequent trips to California's beautiful Sonoma County, where most of her fiction characters reside. She confesses a love for chocolate, cheesecake, romantic suspense novels, and all things feline.
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