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Release Day Blitz Deep In Death: A Shelby Nichols Adventure By Colleen Helme

Deep In Death (A Shelby Nichols Adventure #6)By Colleen Helme

Blurb:  Running “errands” for her mob-boss employer, Joey “The Knife” Manetto, often ends with Shelby in trouble, making her cautious about continuing her association with him. Instead, she focuses on a new client who hires Shelby to find her missing mother. What seems like a routine case turns into something more sinister and deadly than she ever imagined. In the meantime, Uncle Joey has summoned Shelby to his office, where she runs into her former nemesis. Shelby inadvertently hears something that makes her fear for the lives of Uncle Joey and his hit-man, Ramos. This time, Uncle Joey is not sure he wants to involve Shelby in something he knows could get her killed. Keeping Shelby’s involvement to a minimum has disastrous results, sending Shelby on a dangerous path. As her investigation unfolds, Shelby finds death at every turn, and soon realizes she is in over her head. Can she escape from danger in time? Or will she find herself deep in death?


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Excerpt

“I’m investigating a missing person’s report.” I pulled out my file and opened it up. 
“Her name’s Darcy Shaw, and she went missing about six years ago. Do you think I could look at your files and see if there’s anything I could use?”
Dimples frowned. “From that long ago, it’s probably downstairs in the dead files room. Come on, I’ll show you where they are.”
“Thanks.”
I followed him to the hall and down two flights of stairs to the basement. He opened the door to a room and flipped on the light. Wall-to-wall filing cabinets filled the room, and a stale, musty odor permeated the air. From the smell, I’d guess no one had come down here in a long time, kind of how I imagined it would smell visiting a mausoleum. It seemed colder than normal too, and I realized that all of the files belonged to real people who had disappeared and were probably dead, and no one knew why or how.
“Go ahead and take a look,” Dimples said. “They’re filed alphabetically.”
“Um…yeah, okay.” I hesitated, not wanting to venture further into the room. It was so cold and dank that it kind of gave me the creeps. But I only needed one file. 
That wouldn't take long.
“When you’re done, come on back up and I’ll fill you in on a case I could use your help with.” Dimples was thinking he was anxious to leave me to it, not because he had a lot to do upstairs, but because the room had kind of a weird vibe that he didn't like.
“You’re leaving me here alone?” I blurted.
“What? You’re not scared are you?” He scoffed. “It’s just a room with files in it. 
There aren't even any guns or crazy killers down here.”
“Oh fine,” I said, still hesitating in the doorway and wishing I hadn't heard that part about the weird vibe.
“You want me to stay?” He folded his arms and raised his brow in challenge.
“Of course not,” I said. “Like you said, I’ll be fine.”
“Good. Hey…if one of those files attacks you…I’m right up-stairs if you need me.”
“Ha, ha.”
He chuckled and left. I shook my head and hurried over to the cabinets. As I found the cabinet with “S through T” on it, the door clicked shut behind Dimples, sealing me in. It was deathly quiet. The only sounds in the room came from me. My breathing and the shift of my feet echoed from the walls, magnifying each tiny breath and movement I made.
An unexplained sense of urgency rolled over me. I was alone in an enclosed space that seemed to get smaller the longer I stood there. A sudden stab of dread tightened my stomach, and my hands shook a little. It was mostly thoughts of the lights going out and leaving me in total darkness that did it. If Bates knew I was here, I wouldn't put it past him to do that to me, and I wanted out of this creepy place as fast as I could.
With renewed effort, I scanned the labels until I came to the right drawer and yanked it open. I quickly leafed through the folders and caught my breath to actually find the file. I swallowed with relief and pulled the bulky file out. Pursing my lips together, I set it on top of the other folders and opened it up checking to make sure it was the right one.
A larger version of the same picture I’d received from Tiffany stared back at me. Her eyes held a haunting mixture of sadness and foreboding, and goose bumps broke out along my arms. A sudden chill ran up my spine and my heart picked up speed. All at once, it felt like I wasn’t alone, and someone was standing right there beside me. I froze. I didn’t believe in ghosts, but I didn’t dare look either.
My mouth went dry and I hardly dared to take a breath. Glancing back down at the picture, I felt something cold and feather-like brush against my cheek. I inhaled sharply. It came a second time and I jerked my face away, hunching my shoulders to my neck with fear. “I…I’ll try and find out what happened to you,” I croaked. The chill intensified, then suddenly fell away in a cool breeze, leaving the scent of flowers behind, which I recognized as the distinct smell of gardenias.
With my heart racing, I grabbed the file and slammed the drawer shut, then raced out of the room as fast as I could. In my haste, I left the light on, but I was too scared to go back and turn it off. The smell of gardenias stayed with me all the way up the stairs, but disappeared as I entered the office. With my chest heaving, I hurried over to Dimples’ desk and sat down, rubbing my cold arms.


About the Author
 A long career as a wife and mother while juggling several part-time jobs gave Colleen the ambition to dream of being a published author, where she could put her imagination to good use. Now instead of making up stories to tell her children, she writes books they love to read. Hopefully you will too. She is the author of three romantic fantasy novels, Songbird, Flame of Destiny and The Relic. Her Shelby Nichols Adventures include Carrots, Fast Money, Lie or Die, Secrets That Kill, and Trapped By Revenge coming soon!



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Interview and Giveaway with Alexa Grace

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
I began my writing journey in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position I'd held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. I finally had the time to pursue my childhood dream of writing books. My focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels including my popular Deadly Series (DEADLY OFFERINGS, DEADLY RELATIONS DEADLY RELATIONS, and DEADLY HOLIDAY.  I became a USA Today Bestselling Author in 2013.
Readers are describing my new Profile Series (PROFILE OF EVIL and PROFILE OF TERROR) as "edge of your seat reading from page one to the end".  PROFILE OF FEAR is coming in 2015.  My books are in ebook and print formats.
I currently live in Florida with my daughter and five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues.   As a writer, I am fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and communicating  with my street team and readers.
What inspired you to write this book?
I wanted to tell the story of the terror a community would experience if two teenaged thrill killers and an escape serial killer were abducting innocent victims and killing them at will. In addition, there were two tender romance stories that needed to be told.
Please tell us about your latest release.
In PROFILE OF TERROR (Book #2 of the Profile Series):
A missing coed named Abby Reece.
Two clever thrill killers are committing the most brutal, public, and horrifying abductions and murders in the county’s history.  The killers, known as the Gamers, have done this before, and are now upping their evil game to a new level.  The question is — can they be stopped before they kill again?
Things get complicated.
When an ex-girlfriend goes missing, Private Investigator Gabe Chase is obsessed with finding her.  But once her naked and posed body is discovered, the investigator becomes the investigated.  His passion for the victim’s beautiful sister is a complication he doesn't need, as he helps solve the county’s most baffling, terrifying murder cases ever.
Add a sociopathic serial killer who calls himself the Master.
A serial killer so deadly, the FBI’s behavioral analysts want to know when and why he began killing, as well as the identification and location of additional victims.  He will speak only to former federal agent, Carly Stone, a woman he blames for his capture.  When the profiler finds herself at the mercy of this ruthless killer, his becomes the most terrifying profile of all.
Profile of Terror
Three chilling villains, two passionate love stories, and pulse-racing suspense with startling plot twists keep readers on the edge of their seats from page one of this heart-pounding and unforgettable romantic suspense.
Profile of Terror is available in ebook and print versions on: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords.  (Note: Amazon has an app for iPad users.)
Was one of your characters more challenging to write than another?
The sexual sadist, serial killer (Jim Ryder) in both Profile of Evil and profile of terror has been the most challenging to write because his character required so much research.  I was determined that his character, behaviors, and actions be credible so I researched by reading books written by profilers, discussed with my subject matter experts, and did extensive Internet research.   This research was also needed so I could write an accurate profile for my profiler, Carly Stone, character.
What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
One of my favorite scenes in PROFILE OF TERROR involves the characters Kaitlyn and Gabe when someone is shooting at her house.  This short excerpt may explain why it is a favorite.Suddenly a small dot of red light appeared on the wall next to them.  "What is that?" asked Kaitlyn.Recognizing it as the laser light from a gun, Gabe grabbed Kaitlyn out of her chair and hit the floor, landing on top of her."Ouch!"  She squealed.  "Okay, I get it.  You're into rough sex.  But you're killing my back. Besides that, I'm famished. Can't we have pizza first?"Gabe shifted, balancing his weight on his elbows, placed his hand over her mouth, and whispered, "Kaitlyn, that red light is from a laser mounted onto a gun.  Someone is outside.""Oh, c'mon.  You can think of a better reason to jump me than that." Shots rang out, shattering the window, as well as the china and wine glasses on the table, shooting splintered glass projectiles throughout the room and cutting Gabe's back.Now terrified, Kaitlyn tightened her arms around Gabe, clamping down like a vise grip, as her heart hammered against her chest."Damn it!"  Gabe cursed.  "I left my gun in the glove box in my truck.""Gun?  I've got guns!"  Kaitlyn pushed at him.  "Get off me.  They're in my bedroom closet."Looking down at her, Gabe shook his head.  "Why am I not surprised?""As much as I'm turned on by your buff, sexy body pressing against mine, if you could please roll off of me, I'll get my guns."
What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?
I attended and graduated from the local Law Enforcement Academy where I learned everything there is to know about solving crimes.  I met at one of the classes a man who heads the major crime department and he became one of my best subject matter experts for each of my books.
When did you consider yourself a writer?
I started looking at myself as a writer when my first book DEADLY OFFERINGS was released on Christmas Day 2011.  The positive reviews motivated me to write the next book and the next.
What are your guilty pleasures in life?
Unfortunately most of my guilty pleasures in life are fattening, like turtle ice cream sundaes made with hot caramel, hot fudge, and pecans sprinkled on top.  I think I gained a couple of pounds just writing that.  I'm also crazy about Starbucks' mocha lattes.  Few people know that I celebrate the release of each book with Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream. (My secret is now out.)
Other than writing, what are some of your interests, hobbies or passions in life?
I love spending time with my family and friends.  I believe they are our true gifts in life.  I also like exploring small towns, eating at their restaurants, shopping at their stores.  Also, I love watching Lifetime movies curled up on my sofa with my warm and cuddly miniature Schnauzers at my side.
What was the last amazing book you read?
I just finished James Patterson's new book INVISIBLE which has to be his most chilling stand-alone book ever.  FBI research analyst, Emmy Dockery finds the link between hundreds of unsolved murder cases — but no one will believe her.  Add her ex, field agent Books Bookman and the two races against time to catch the prolific killer.  There are lots of suspense and twists and turns.  My kind of book.
Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?
My favorite time to read is at bedtime.  As an author, I work a regular work day from 9:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. so it's the best time to relax with a good book.
What can readers expect next from you?
I am in the research phase of my next book PROFILE OF FEAR (Book #3 of the Profile Series).  The book involves human trafficking so I am reading a lot of information on how traffickers operate.  The information is interesting but terrifying at the same time. 
Where can readers find you on the web?
My website is: http://www.alexa-grace.net/ .  I invite readers to join my author Facebook page at: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlexaGrace .  Follow me on Twitter at https://twitter.com/AlexaGrace2My Amazon Author page, where you can take a look at all of my books, is: http://www.amazon.com/Alexa-Grace/e/B006QKYVB2
Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?
The scene in PROFILE OF TERROR that cracks me up is when Gabe bumps against Kaitlyn's purse and send it flying along with all kinds of self-defense paraphernalia across the floor.  The way she describes each self-defense tool is hilarious.  Here's a short excerpt.He nodded, and picked up another pink object.  “Is this what I think it is?”“Ah, the Blaster stun gun, a girl’s best friend.  Actually, it’s one of my favorites.  Notice it’s dual-purpose with the built-in rechargeable flashlight,” Kaitlyn began.  “The Blaster may look pink and girlish, but that baby delivers a powerful punch of 19,000,000 volts.  Just firing it into the air should be enough to stop any attacker with half a brain.  It makes a scary electrical popping sound as the blinding electric current pulsates between the test prongs.  One touch and the Blaster is guaranteed to bring a would-be assailant to his knees. Very cool.” Shaking his head, Gabe said, “I don’t know whether to think you’re a modern-day female avenger or a sales rep for self-defense weapons.”    Profile of TerrorProfile SeriesBook TwoAlexa Grace
Genre:  Romantic Suspense
Publisher:  Golden Publishing, L.L.C.
Date of Publication: May 2014
ISBN-10: 0985593962ISBN-13: 978-0-9855939-6-4ASIN: B00KAMWA7Y
Number of pages: 263Word Count: 80,583
Cover Artist:  Christy Carlyle of Gilded Heart Design
Book Description:
A missing coed named Abby Reece.
Two clever thrill killers are committing the most brutal, public, and horrifying abductions and murders in the county’s history.  The killers, known as the Gamers, have done this before, and are now upping their evil game to a new level.  The question is — can they be stopped before they kill again?
Things get complicated.
When an ex-girlfriend goes missing, Private Investigator Gabe Chase is obsessed with finding her.  But once her naked and posed body is discovered, the investigator becomes the investigated.  His passion for the victim’s beautiful sister is a complication he doesn't need, as he helps solve the county’s most baffling, terrifying murder cases ever.
Add a sociopathic serial killer who calls himself the Master.
A serial killer so deadly, the FBI’s behavioral analysts want to know when and why he began killing, as well as the identification and location of additional victims.  He will speak only to former federal agent, Carly Stone, a woman he blames for his capture.  When the profiler finds herself at the mercy of this ruthless killer, his becomes the most terrifying profile of all.
Profile of Terror
Three chilling villains, two passionate love stories, and pulse-racing suspense with startling plot twists keep readers on the edge of their seats from page one of this heart-pounding and unforgettable romantic suspense.
Book Trailer:  http://youtu.be/wZKSJmrHrRM   
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About the Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, Alexa Grace began her writing journey in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she'd held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books. Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels.
Alexa Grace is consistently listed in top twenty of Amazon's Top 100 Most Popular Authors in the categories Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural.  In 2013, she was named one of the top 100 Indie authors by Kindle Review. A chapter is devoted to her in the book Interviews with Indie Authors by C. Ridgway and T. Ridgway.
Her books Deadly Offerings, Deadly Deception, and Deadly Relations are listed in e-retailer's Top 100 Bestselling Romantic Suspense and Police Procedural Books.  Deadly Offerings has not left the top ten bestselling free mystery romance and police procedural books since 2011.
Deadly Holiday, published in November 2012, is her holiday-themed romantic suspense novella, featuring all her Deadly Trilogy characters.
Alexa Grace's book Deadly Relations is included in the bestselling book set The Perfect Ten along with Dianna Love, Norah Wilson, Nancy Naigle, Andrienne Giordano, Misty Evans, Sandy Blair, Mary Buckham, Tonya Kappes and Micah Caipa.
Profile of Evil, the first book of the Profile Series was published in May 2013. Profile of Terror was released in May 2014  and Profile of Fear will be released in 2015.
Earning two degrees from Indiana State University, Alexa currently lives in Florida. She's a member of Romance Writers of America and Sisters in Crime.
Her writing support team includes five Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and emails from readers.
You can visit her website at - http://www.alexa-grace.net/
Subscribe to her newsletter at - http://eepurl.com/sJ-Df
Friend her on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAlexaGrace
Tweet her - @AlexaGrace2
YouTube:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZKSJmrHrRM
Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3345983.Alexa_Grace



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Giveaway, Excerpt and Book Trailer: Between The Trees by M.E. Yildirim

Between The TreesChastity Point SeriesBook IIM.E. Yildirim
Genre: Paranormal RomanceDate of Publication: June 27, 2014
Number of pages: 474Word Count:  153933
Cover Artist: Gözdem Perrichet
Book Description:
Ciarán Blane had always been a soldier. It was the only way of life he knew. But he hadn't been an average warrior, since he was not even an ordinary man to begin with. He was something more than human, carrying a wild beast within, akin to a werewolf-like creature straight from legends and myths...
Except he was very real.
Ciarán was a highly trained sniper who was sent into the thick of the fray, when basic human senses were failing. He was also an executioner for his own kind, when they lost all semblance of a civilized being and had gone rogue. After years of dealing in death, he was on the cusp of losing his own humanity in favor to his ferocious nature. And once that happened, nothing but death awaited him...
Danielle Kendrick had planned her whole life up to the smallest detail, only to helplessly watch all her dreams and hopes unravel and crumple at her feet. All of it being merely the outcome of one catastrophic moment, when the truth had been revealed in all its ugly glory. Not the truth about her, but her older brother, who turned out to be a far cry from the person everybody thought he was.
After his death, all his sins fell on Dani's shoulders, in the blink of an eye costing her the loss of family, friends, a house and a dream career. But fate was not yet done with her and kept testing her by placing more challenges in her way. Was Ciarán going to be one of too many and her final downfall at once?
Being the mate to a savage alpha male would be hard enough but he was the very person, who was the catalyst behind her life falling apart. Was Danielle going to be able see past that and trust the intimidating man, who seemed to be nothing more than a hardened killer, possessing the same traits she despised in her own brother?
Will she turn her back on Ciarán and by doing that, damn them both?
Was a dominant male, used to having his way in every aspect of life, be able to rein in his primal instinct for a love he doesn't believe in? Or does the hunter turn into the very thing he hated and become the prey instead?


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                                           CHAPTER 45She wrapped her arms around his neck going to her tiptoes. Giving him more of herself, giving him all. When they finally surfaced for breath he didn't let her go, his lips sliding to her jaw, her neck, nipping at her burning skin.Framing his face in her hands she took his mouth this time, and it was slow when he was ravaging before, but not less possessive than his kiss had been.
“Tell me.” He demanded roughly and it took her a moment to understand what more he wanted from her.When she did, her arms dropped to her sides and she looked away from him. But then his strong fingers were there to grip her jaw and gently force her to look back at him.There were so many emotions in the gray of his eyes she had trouble deciphering any of them. Colors were shifting so fast she needed to blink several times, but it proved futile as well.His harsh request was beating between them like a fluttering of tiny, fragile wings of hope. Hope, because if he wanted this as the last words between them it meant he wasn't as indifferent as she had thought, Dani mused.
“I love you Ciarán.” She whispered, letting a single tear roll down her cheek.But he caught it with his thumb, smearing the wet trail over her cheek. She wished he could dress in words all the things burning brightly in his eyes, but she didn't dare to break the intense moment of… something.
Something that was growing and spreading, but then he blinked and it was as if it has never been there.He was looking back at her the same as usual, until she needed to fist her hands in order to stop herself from screaming. He looked satisfied by her admission and she understood it was all that it was about.He needed to reaffirm his ownership over her, to prove to her she belonged to him, and she just gave him what he didn't even need to try too hard for.
Her bottom lip quivered, but she bit down hard on it, determined not to bare herself even more.
“I will be back soon Dani.” He said once more and after brushing her lips with his own again, he swiveled on his heel and left the house.Danielle felt like all energy suddenly left her. But it was logical, she thought bitterly. Since she was a puppet in Ciarán's skillful hands, it made sense she was lifeless after he had left.
She slumped down into a seated position and hid her face in her hands. Heavy tears started to slide freely down her cheeks, her whole body felt battered.
Battered and defeated.

About the Author: 
M.E. Yildirim is a Public Relations specialist from Poland who is confident Satan himself created math and that the world needs more bookworms to balance the evil out. Her mother is the one who had inculcated in her respect and love for written stories and taught her not to judge a book by its cover.
She lives with head full of voices which won't be silenced until she lets them out to live and spin their tales on paper. That's right-their tales, since they seem to have a mind and will of their own. Walking through life to the beat of her own drum, she has worked in a PR Agency, small companies, a big consortium and even in the Military. But none of it could ever compare to the adventures of creating and building up her characters and stories.
M.E. believes that books are for smoothing out everyone's feathers and reminding people all the things they've already forgotten. She is happily married, oftentimes engaging her husband in her writing, with or without his consent. Tenacious as much as the characters she creates, she loves challenges, letting her own creations to take advantage of that fact.
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Guest Blog and Giveaway: The Spirit and The Shadow by Thomas Lavalle and Brandon Swope

The Partnership that Created the Book
I met Brandon nearly 20 years ago in college; where we did what college kids do ... drink, watch the reruns of “the Simpsons”, and drank some more.  I joke with him that we weren’t friends in college ... for example, on a recent trip to visit him I kindly pointed out that in his photo albums from college, I’m not in a single picture.  His wife, who went to college with us also, laughs and says I’m right, just to turn the screws a little on her husband.  Brandon, frustrated with both of us says, “have you seen yourself in college, you should be happy there is no photographic evidence of that part of your life.”
After college, Brandon moved west, I stayed east, and something unexpected happened.  I went surfing for the first time, stood on my first wave, and spent the next 14 years in the water as much as I possibly could.  Over those years, Brandon and I (with a group of friends) grabbed our boards and trekked the world surfing ... surf trips were a string that tied all the travel and adventure in our twenties. 
Our thirties came, and so did marriage and children.  Our jobs turned to careers.   Free time for reading books, listening to albums, or whatever other things we felt like doing were being lost to our growing list of responsibilities each day.  It had hit a breaking point for both of us.  So one day out in California (after a surf and over a beer) I said, “I have an idea” ... and that started the book. 
A year in, JennaRose (a friend of my wife’s since diapers) was out visiting us on an annual trip she makes to the east coast.  She was going on and on about obscure sci-fi shows and books (all stuff I have heard her talk in pain-staking detail since I’ve known her), but this time was different.  I asked her, “Have you ever wanted to create something of your own?”  
When she expressed her interest in book editing, I said, “I have something to show you...”During this book blog tour, I had an interview question “What is my favorite part about writing?”  I didn’t have an answer, because I am not sure I have a favorite part of writing.  To me, writing is only one part of the entire creative process.  And while many (if not most writers) enjoy the solitude and privacy of writing ... I thrive on the collaboration with my creative partners.  Brainstorming ideas, developing story concepts, and maturing characters with Brandon and JennaRose were the most rewarding parts of creating this book.
I did not want to write a book on my own.  There was no fun in that - creating a book with people who share a similar vision, enthusiasm, and creative drive was.  I guess it’s like being in a band rather than being a solo artist.   There is something about feeding off the creative energy of people working together – to actually see each of our ideas grow and become something more than any one of us individually could have conceived.
Something we wanted to achieve in the first book was a full experience in a single sitting.  We wanted a fast pace read, that could be read in a single sitting.  We have the entire journey planned to the end, but we wanted each installment to be fully self-contained and able to be enjoyed within a couple hours.  A reviewer likened it to watching an hour episode of an HBO or Netflix show, and that was really what we set out to do.
The second book in our series is already underway.  I am in the middle of my rewrite of the first draft, Brandon is sketching the new characters, and Jenna is waiting impatiently for the first pages to review.
I encourage any writer out there, to explore creative partnerships.  Working with people who I trust and enjoy spending time with –  where imagination is fostered through a sharing of ideas and thoughts has been incredibly rewarding for me as a writer!
Thank you for reading!  Please check out our book: The Spirit and The Shadow, and enter to win the free book giveaway.  Also, please share your comments below, and I will be checking in throughout the day to respond to any comments or questions!





The Spirit and The ShadowBook 1Author: Thomas LavalleIllustrator: Brandon Swope
Genre: Paranormal, Suspense, ThrillerPublisher: No Rules Media Publishing, LLC
ISBN: 9780991461004ASIN: B00JBU4IVC
Number of pages: 180Word Count: 11,000
Cover Artist: Brandon Swope
Book Description:
A fast-paced, paranormal suspense thriller from a new creative team that keeps you on the edge of your seat as you are pulled into the chase for a vampire by those who want his secret, others who are out for justice, and one man seeking revenge.
In a world where vampires and humans coexist, Detectives Aiden Lawson and Robert Garrison are after a vampire wanted for murder. This accused vampire is also hunted by the murder victim's brother, an assassin gone rogue from his clandestine agency. What these men will learn, is that this vampire has a secret – a secret that very powerful men and vampire alike will go to great lengths to acquire. The story follows the paths of these individuals as they uncover the truth. THE SPIRIT AND THE SHADOW is a mash-up of conspiracy and paranormal genres with suspense, vengeance, and BLOOD!
Available at  iTunes    Lulu    Amazon   Google Play

About the Author:
I have been advised against announcing that I am a first-time author – that it is basically asking a reader to take a chance in my book even though I have no track record.  I have no history in fiction writing, never won any awards, and never took a literature or writing class (outside of basic 101 level college courses).  While not advised, it is the truth, and as honest as this bio is, so is my writing.  My name is Thomas Lavalle.  I am a first time writer. I also surf, read comics, and I’m a dedicated father and husband. If you’re interested in paranormal suspense - take a chance and check out my book, it’s awesome!
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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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Have You Watched Hemlock Grove on Netflix? Check Out the Book It is Based On

I watched the first season of Hemlock Grove on Netflix last year and was transfixed by the dark drama that gives a nod to the horror characters of the past. Vampires, werewolves, even Frankenstein.
It took a whole lot of old myths, threw them against the wall, blended them into something new and modern and created a series that will drag you in.
I have the newest season waiting for me on Netflix.  
I also have the book it is based on waiting for me...
Here's an excerpt for your enjoyment.
Nothing Weird About It
Excerpted from Hemlock Grove: A Novel by Brian McGreevy

And remember: the flesh is as sacred as it is profane. 

I forgot this.

Whoops.

The green-eyed boy sat alone in the food court and fingered the needle in his pocket. The syringe was empty and unused, he had no use for the syringe. He had use for the needle. The green-eyed boy -- he was called Roman, but what you will have seen first was the eyes -- wore a tailored Milanese blazer, one hand in pocket, and blue jeans. He was pale and lean and as handsome as a hatchet, and in egregious style and snobbery a hopeless contrast from the suburban mall food court where he sat and looked in the middle distance and fidgeted with the needle in his pocket. And then he saw the girl. The blond girl at the Twist in pumps and a mini- skirt, leaning in that skirt as though daring her not to, or some taunting mystic withholding revelation. Also, he saw, alone.

Roman rose and buttoned the top button of his blazer and waited for her to continue on with a cone of strawberry, and when she did he followed. Maintaining a discreet distance, he followed her through the main concourse and stopped outside a women's apparel store as she entered, and he watched through the window as she browsed the lingerie and finished the cone. She looked around and stuffed a mesh chemise down her purse and exited the store. Her tongue darted to collect crumbs from her lips. He continued following her to the parking structure. She got into the elevator, and seeing there were no other passengers, he called Hold please, and jogged to the car. She asked him what level and he told her the top, and this must have been her floor as well because it was the only button she pressed. They rode up and he stood behind her smelling her trampy perfume and thinking of the underthing in her purse and silently tapping the syringe through the fabric.

"You ever close your eyes and try real hard and trick your brain you're actually going down?" said Roman.

The girl didn't answer, and when the door opened she stepped out curtly, like he was some kind of creep when he was just trying to make friendly conversation. But so it goes. The game as it were afoot.

He took out the syringe and palmed it, stepping out of the elevator, and outpacing the clip of her heels he closed the distance between them. She was now aware beyond question of the pursuit though she neither turned back nor made any attempt to run as he came on her and jabbed in an upward thrust, the needle puncturing skirt and panty and the flesh of her ass, and just as quickly he withdrew as she gasped and he continued past her and down the row to his own car.

He repocketed the syringe and entered the front seat, putting it back all the way. He unzipped his jeans, freeing his erection, and laced his hands behind his head. He waited. After a few moments the passenger-side door opened and the girl got in and he closed his eyes as she lowered her head to his lap.

A few minutes later she opened the door and leaned over and spat. Roman's hands unlaced and his arms came down and as they did his hand fell naturally to her lower back, and just as naturally he rubbed. Nothing weird about it, or even a thing you think about, you rub a girl's back because it's there. But at the feel of his touch she recoiled abruptly and straightened. Roman was confused.

"You don't like that?" he said.

"Oh no, baby," she said. "I think it's totally hot."

But she was lying, and lying, he realized, about the first thing, about the needle and sucking his dick, and not what he was asking about, about her hate of the barest human-to-human gesture at the end. He was depressed suddenly and terrifically by the defeated life of this lying whore and he wanted her to be gone now, and to get out of the fucking mall.

"It'll take a hose to get the smell of prole out of my nostrils," he said.

"Poor baby," she said, neither knowing nor making any attempt to care what he meant.
He reached into the blazer and took out the money in cash and handed it to her. It looked wrong and she counted it. It was $500 over the agreed amount. She looked at him.
"You know my name?" he said.

"Yeah," she said. It would have been pointless to say otherwise, everyone knew his name.
He looked at her. "No you don't," he said.

Excerpted from HEMLOCK GROVE: Or, The Wise Wolf by Brian McGreevy, published in March 2012 by FSG Originals, an imprint of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC. Copyright © 2012 by Brian McGreevy. All rights reserved.

Author Bio

Brian McGreevy is the author of Hemlock Grove, as well as creator of the Netflix series of the same name. Born in the Pittsburgh area, he dropped out of high school in the ninth grade, citing "creative differences." A former James Michener Fellow at the University of Texas, he is a founding partner of the production company El Jefe.

For more information, please visit http://www.brianmcgreevy.net/ and follow the book on Facebook and Twitter

Vampires: Guest Blog with Kathy Bryson

I’ve been a huge fan of vampires from the days I first saw them in old black and white movies babysitting as a teenager. This usually comes as a surprise to people who don’t know me well. I admit I come off as a bit of a Pollyanna because I don’t like stories that are just dark and violent. They’re too depressing. I prefer a tale where people win out over their problems and find happiness.
Which actually explains why I like vampire stories. There’s always this element of triumph whether it’s Jonathan Harker defeating Dracula or Louis holding his own against Lestat. And as time progressed and vampires became heroes, I rooted for the vampires as well, first for Team Bill and then Team Eric!
I love the larger-than-life battles where the hero conquers evil and reaffirms the basic humaneness of life. Vampire stories, at their core, are very encouraging. Life continues. Okay, I’m also an incurable romantic. But really, there’s a lot more to a vampire story than just the thrill of getting your neck nibbled by a handsome, mysterious stranger! Though that’s not a bad thing either.
Case in point – my first book, Feeling Lucky, was inspired by Kathy Love’s Fangs, But No Fangs. She wrote about a vampire who’s trying to regain his humanity and, in one hysterically funny scene, gets his butt pinched by an older lady. Talk about getting in touch with your human side! I laughed, but thought, “That’s a little unfair. Older ladies can appreciate a good-looking man too!” And then it occurred to me that while vampires might be sexy, what you really need is a leprechaun because they have money!
So in Feeling Lucky, Megan O’Malley give in to drunken temptation, pinches a cute guy’s ass at her cousin’s wedding, and ends up with an angry leprechaun camped out on her sofa. And no, leprechauns are not little, green men. According to Irish etymology, leprechaun means ‘sons of Lugh’ or the Celtic god of commerce and war. Leprechauns are actually closer to Marines, doing whatever it takes to preserve their gold.
My latest book, Restless Spirits, shares the same background in fairy folklore though it can be read independently. Again, I’m exploring the same question of how to persevere in the middle of despair and darkness. Marilee is literally surrounded by death in a haunted B&B, but life, in all its quirky humor, persists. Ghosts haunt, Elvis doesn’t speak, and love triumphs always!
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing about leprechauns on a mission and innkeepers with a take-no-prisoners attitude. They’re just the beginning of the epic battle brewing between the King and Queen of the Fairies. Shakespeare may have brought a long-standing feud to light in 1590-something with A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but it’s heating up in the modern-day Midwest. What? You thought the Queen would just get over that joke about falling in love with a donkey? As a romance novelist, I’ve gotta say there’s not much hope of reconciliation there. Vampires might be the good alternative!
About the Book –
Marilee Harper is desperate to find another job after she accidentally set fire to the home of the richest woman in town. Converting an old hospital into a B&B seems like a golden opportunity. But fixtures turn themselves off and on, and old baseballs fly without help. Stressed and aggravated, Marilee wants nothing more than to redeem herself, even if it means hands off her sympathetic boss!

John Smith has every confidence in the bossy, strong woman he hired. She handled difficult customers at the bank and now she’s handling electricity and plumbing and whatever unseen force keeps throwing baseballs. Who can blame him if he starts to admire the woman in more than strictly professional terms? But when the angry, treacherous King of the Fairies shows up, can Marilee become his champion?
Amazon link for Restless Spirits -  http://www.amazon.com/Restless-Spirits-Kathy-Bryson-ebook/dp/B00L2O14EE
Book trailer for Restless Spirits - http://youtu.be/w4tcNgggk1E

Excerpt –
Waiting nervously in the hallway was the last of our college visitors. This lady, if I remembered correctly, worked for the National Transportation Safety Board and had something to do with the grant we didn’t get for the new road. She’d stayed later than the others because she had to coordinate flights out of the county seat back to the capital. She’d also said something about enjoying a vacation, but now, she seemed more bothered than relaxed.
“Are you okay?” I booted up the microcomputer and started compiling her final bill. I probably should have led up to the question more gently, no sense in inviting complaints, but the woman was clearly disturbed. She was dressed in a somber suit that only emphasized her pallor. What makeup she’d managed to apply stood out in stark slashes of color across her face and her hair looked like it was in open rebellion against the clasp she’d used.
“No, no, I’m fine.” She glanced nervously around the hall. “I just need to get to the airport.”
“Well, it’s probably a good idea to get there early all things considered.” I craned my head to see through the parlor windows. “It’s coming down pretty heavily. Is your flight still scheduled?”
“Oh yes, I’ll just . . . I’m sure I can get a room at the airport if I have to.” The woman’s hands shook visibly as she took the credit slip I handed her.
I held out a pen. “Is there a problem with your room? ‘Cause you’re welcome to stay here, you know. We’ve got books and videos, and I think Elvis is making chili for supper.” That actually sounded a little lame, but the woman seemed to appreciate it.
“No, no, thank you, but I need to go.” She handed me back the signed slip with a hesitant smile and bent to pick up her bag. When someone knocked on the door, she jumped nearly a mile.
Thumbs cocked an eyebrow at her as he passed by from the parlor and opened the front door. Still watching the jittery woman, he pushed the door open wide. The porch was empty.“Close the door, Thumbs. You’re letting the rain in.” I sounded more irritated than was probably reasonable, but we’d been cooped up all morning, and I could see water splashing into the hall as I spoke. Then a shadow darted across the door and as I watched, one of the battered balls from the porch rolled across the entry.
The nervous woman made an odd choking sound, somewhere between a squeak and a gasp. “I can’t stay.” She looked at me almost pleadingly. “All the knocking and things moving. The lights and the faucets and everything. I can’t take it.”
“Well, of course not,” I told her. “And you shouldn’t have to. I told you, outside!” And I pointed a fierce finger at the presumptuous baseball.
The ball wavered a moment, rolling back and forth, then, picking up speed, it rolled swiftly inside, darting into the parlor as Thumbs lunged for it. I could hear cries of “What the . . .?” and “Hey!” but my attention was riveted to the front door as dozens of other balls followed the first daring sphere.
The nervous woman’s gasp became a high-pitched whistle and she went a funny shade of pale, white with red splotches across her cheeks. Grabbing her bag, she ran down the hall, directly into the path of a pitch that came winging through the open door at eye level.
Without thinking, I stepped out and snagged the ball before it connected. The woman ducked underneath my outstretched arm and ran screaming out into the rain.
“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” I shook the ball I caught in the air, dimly aware of my stinging palm. “If I see one more ball inside this house or airborne without a real person responsible, I am dumping the whole lot of you in the gorge! Now get out and stay out!” I threw the ball back out into the yard and the rain.
 There was a moment of complete silence. Even the rain seemed to have frozen still. Then I took a deep breath and turned back around. Everyone in the house stood open-mouthed in either the doorway of the parlor or the dining room, staring at me. I straightened up and automatically pushed my hair back. “Trog, please follow that woman and see that she gets to the airport safely. One of you boys can go with him.”
Robert and Thumbs eyed each other, then me, and both reached for their jackets.
“Or both of you can go.” Clearly I had overdone the scary, in-charge thing. “John, maybe you can help me pick up the balls.”
John swallowed hard, then glanced over his shoulder into the parlor. His face twisted in a wry grimace. “There aren’t any balls in the parlor.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe it. I know what I’d seen. I’d saved that poor woman from getting brained. Sports paraphernalia had invaded us, so there should have been balls all over that beat-up Persian carpet.
“It’s okay.” Taking me by the elbow, John steered me into the dining room. “I saw them, too. I guess you just scared them back.”
“Well, they cannot go around hitting guests. I don’t care it if is raining.”
“Well, that’s no reason to screech, Marilee,” Mom sniffed.
John drew a chair up beside me and took my hand in his, rubbing it gently. Mr. Jennings very courteously pulled out a chair for Mom as well. Judging from Mom’s pursed lips and puckered eyebrows, she had more that she wanted to say, but I ignored her. Right or not, I wanted John’s reassurance more than anything else and I didn’t care who saw me holding my boss’s hand.

About the Author –
Kathy Bryson knew she wanted to be a writer when she finished reading through her school and local children’s libraries. She spent 20 years honing her writing skills on marketing brochures, websites, and several unfinished manuscripts before going into teaching and finishing a book with all the stuff she enjoys most – from coffee to love to Shakespeare! Kathy lives in Florida where she caters to the whims of two spoiled cats and wonders what possessed her to put in 75 feet of flower beds.
Her first book, Feeling Lucky, won the 2014 National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award for Best First Book.
You can follow her on:

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Guest Blog and Giveaway: Backward Compatible by Sarah Daltry and Pete Clark

Nerd Culture
At no point did either of us imagine that this book would speak to all people who identify as nerds or geeks. It was never intended that way, as that’s just as simplistic as labeling someone those things in derision. However, we did want to embrace the things we love – and we know many others do.
Pete: I don’t label myself as a nerd or geek. I just like the things I like and many of those things are considered nerdy or geeky. As a general rule, labeling is pretty stupid. Isn’t it ironic that I just labeled the label? Anyway. I’ve gotten a great deal of feedback for this book. 
A lot of people have said they love the references and that we are connected to nerd culture, which is great. Some people say the characters are fake, posers, stereotypes, etc. Also that there is no mention of Doctor Who. By default, these comments reflect on us as the authors. So I would say it’s difficult for me to be a poser when I don’t know what I am supposed to be posing as. What I wanted to do was write a fun and entertaining book that included the things I love and a number of “Easter eggs” for fans of similar things, because I love finding those myself when I’m reading. I love feeling like, “Ah ha – I get that and I bet other people won’t.” As far as the lack of Doctor Who, I just started watching it six months ago, so I would have actually been a poser had I included it in the book. Since I was not yet watching it. However, having now watched the first six seasons, I’m quite a fan and will be cramming Doctor Who into something with much glee.
Sarah: Personally, that’s what annoys me most when someone says that it’s indicative of all geeks or fake geeks. In my experience, being a nerd was never cool. It was not something you could embrace when I was a kid and in school. I used to have to turn over my papers and tests and pretend I failed if I didn’t want to be harassed by other kids. I was embarrassed that my parents were at every event and that my teachers all liked me. I had no friends. 
But I had games and books and movies. I never knew how to be normal or to fit in because I wasn’t welcome and that led me to being a lot like Katie. I couldn’t identify with others, so I was able to embrace what I loved honestly. Now, being nerdy is cool. That’s both good and bad, I guess. It’s nice being able to find more people who love what you do, but it’s also resulted in this kind of hipster, “I was a nerd first” philosophy. That’s dumb. Having been the loser, I don’t know why I would ostracize anyone who likes what I like. Yay. That’s just someone else I can talk to about Firefly.  
Pete: I think it’s strange this “I’m cooler than you because I’m nerdier than you” idea that crops up, as it is contrast to, well, history. It also reminds me of a similar situation to my college experience. You were only cool if you could name thirty bands no one else had ever heard of and that’s kind of like the fandom fights. If I can’t speak Dothraki, I’m a loser. This never made sense to me. If you know of something that’s really awesome, and I haven’t heard of it, instead of looking down on me for not knowing about it, how about you tell me about it – and we can enjoy it together?

Sarah: Exactly. Nothing makes me happier than finding out someone has read a book I love that is maybe not popular or has seen a movie or something I watch on repeat. I’m one of those people who feels like I want to spread the love of something, not limit it to only select people. There are so many great lessons in Harry Potter and Doctor Who and Star Wars and Final Fantasy and all these things – why would I feel entitled to keep them locked away from people? 

Backward CompatibleSarah Daltry and Pete Clark
Genre: Geek Romance
Book Description:
Not too long ago,in a town that,depending on your current location,is either not super faror actually quite close…
It is a time of chaotic hormones.Two nerdy gentshome for winter breakhave discovered a female gamerat a midnight release.
During the break,the gamer trio managesto reveal the game’s secret boss,a hidden enemywith enough power to destroyanything in its path.
Pursued by other gamerswho want to be the firstto beat this boss,George and Katie race to level up,and, in so doing, restore decencyand sexual activity to their personal galaxy…
Available at Amazon   Amazon UK   Apple 
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About the Authors:
Sarah Daltry:
Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories.
Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.
When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
She has written several books, most notably Bitter Fruits, an urban fantasy in the Eden’s Fall series, and the six-part New Adult contemporary Flowering series. Her most recent release is Primordial Dust, a YA fantasy.
Pete Clark:
Pete Clark likes writing, animals, potato chips, and cheese. Midnight Riders was his first published novel, although he can also proudly say he finally finished Helix Crashing, the fantasy novel he has been working on for over a decade. In addition, he has written Across the Barren Landscape, a collection of linked Western short stories, and Tales from Midnight’s Graveyard, a collection of non-linked horror, science fiction, and fantasy stories. He also writes plays, both dramatic and comedic.
When he is not writing, Pete tends to ignore everyone around him and obsess over sports.
Sarah’s Website: http://sarahdaltry.com
Pete’s Website: http://punchmyselfintheface.wordpress.com
Sarah’s Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorSarahDaltry
Pete’s Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/PeteClarkAuthor
Sarah’s Twitter: http://twitter.com/SarahDaltry
Pete’s Twitter: http://twitter.com/PeteClarkBooks

July 2014 Issue Bewitching Book Tours Magazine

July 2014 Issue Bewitching Book Tours Magazine
If you’re looking for a sizzling summer read you have come to the right place. 
This month’s issue includes interviews and excerpts from our featured authors: Sky Purington, Rachel Carrington, Claire Fullerton, Laury Falter, Ann Gimpel, Roxanne Rhoads, Jacqueline Paige, and Ami Blackwelder. 
Our regular features include Sophie Avett’s Witches Who Stitch Interview- this month they stitch things up for Rebekah Ganiere’s Adrian from Red the Were Hunter and Wenona Napolitano explains how to be simply green in this month’s La Mamma Verde column. 
Ginger Kewl is red hot in this month’s Pin Up Files featuring photography by Steven Jon Horner Photography. 
Be sure to visit The Naughty Nook - you’ll find erotic poetry, 20 Ways to Find Your Inner Sex-Goddess, and sizzling hot erotica from Normandie Alleman and Roxanne Rhoads
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July Issue Bewitching Book Tours Magazine by Roxanne Rhoads

Excerpt: Sandstorm Heart by Liv Olteano

Sandstorm HeartSpace Files RBook 2Liv Olteano
Genre: M/M Space Opera Erotic Romance / Erotica BDSM elements
Length: novella - approx 30k words
Publisher: Dreamspinner PressReleased: September 18th 2013
Book Description:
Ron Vid is a Celian soldier with some personal demons.
Hoping for respite, he deserts his squad and leaves his planet. Working as a mercenary on Asai, planet of sand and wind, he has a reprieve, until the Haffa named Zaoh joins the mercenaries. Celians and Haffas have a history of strife, but when Ron and Zaoh are paired on a mission, their chemistry crackles.
After they fight together for survival, it’s clear Zaoh wants Ron. Zaoh can be a fierce and dominant lover, but Ron’s secrets, and his fear that the Haffa might uncover them, could keep Zaoh from getting his man.
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Excerpt From Chapter 1:

I got up, happy to finally have a reason to stop pretending to eat. Zaoh shot to his feet to block my way. My lungs squeezed tight as soon as I was face to face with the purple hell of his eyes.

“You weren’t dismissed, Vid. Sit back down.”

I gritted my teeth and turned in Ami’s direction. “We done here? I’ve got to pack my shit if I’m going out.”

“Go ahead, gorgeous. I’ll wait for you in the hangar.”

Stomping to my room, I tried to shake off the memory of those purple black holes. It was a bad thing to think about. Getting away from Asai would be pointless if I carried the mess with me out to space.

A second set of steps thudded behind. Decisive but not rushed, they sounded closer and closer, so I stopped. For some reason I couldn’t turn around.

“Commander Void.”

Blood rushed away from my extremities and into my head all at once. How did he know about that nickname? No way he’d just used it by chance. A cold sheen of sweat covered my palms. “I’m no commander anymore,” I gritted out through clenched teeth.

“Should I call you Deserter Vid, then? More fitting?”

Zaoh’s gravelly voice sounded vaguely amused, almost playful. Maybe Ami had told him. If I knew about him becoming a traitor to the Haffas, maybe he’d found out about me too. Only I had a reason to know about him. A personal reason. Perhaps he had one as well. Perhaps he knew it had been me commanding the troops that caught him and his sister…. My mind said to calm down, to rein in my pulse.

I turned around halfway, still not facing him. “So you’re Traitor Dem, then?”

Tense silence fell between us. It was a cheap shot. He wasn’t really a traitor while I was a deserter. It would have been better to turn around and leave. My feet refused to respond, though. They were glued to the floor. His simple presence messed with my wiring. I gravitated toward him so strongly it was a constant conscious effort to pull away. To what end, I didn’t have the vaguest—about both impulses.

“At least I didn’t leave my troops by choice,” he finally said.

No, he hadn’t. His sister had been killed in interrogation. After that, against all odds and beyond any possible logic, Zaoh Dem had escaped Celian incarceration. The reasonable conclusion was he’d sided with us. So Haffas declared him traitor and condemned him to death as soon as he returned to his base. Of course, the man escaped their captivity as well, maybe helped like he’d been to escape ours. He was resourceful like that. No way to get him under control unless he felt like playing nice. Ami was delighted to tell me and his other mercs that particular personality trait the evening he brought Zaoh in. A whole fucking universe at his disposal, and the bastard had to end up where I was. What were the odds?

I cleared my throat and stuffed my hands into the pockets of my khaki overalls. “Had something to say to me, other than that?” His heavy boots had a considerable distance between them. I imagined him standing there, tall and strong, sort of majestic. I didn’t dare to look at him as I waited for an answer.

He seemed to ponder on it, tapped the tip of his boot a few times. “Despise Haffas so much you won’t even look at me?”

I smiled tightly. “You’ve read me wrong. Buried my war with Haffas a long time ago.”

“Just despise me, then?”

“Not at all.”

He took one step closer, small but significant to my pulse—it skyrocketed. “Then look at me.”

I had to use all my willpower to find his eyes with mine. The brutal force of his gaze struck me worse than I’d expected, but I held strong. “Well? What is it? Wanted to get chummy?”

He snorted. “Don’t overestimate yourself. Just letting you know we’re on this mission together.”


No. That little azure bastard wouldn’t dare.

About the Author:
Liv Olteano is a voracious reader, music lover, and coffee addict extraordinaire. And occasional geek. Okay, more than occasional.
She believes stories are the best kind of magic there is. And life would be horrible without magic. Her hobbies include losing herself in the minds and souls of characters, giving up countless nights of sleep to get to know said characters, and trying to introduce them to the world. Sometimes they appreciate her efforts. The process would probably go quicker if they’d bring her a cup of coffee now and then when stopping by. Characters—what can you do, right?
Liv has a penchant for quirky stories and is a reverent lover of diversity. She can be found loitering around the Internet at odd hours and being generally awkward and goofy at all times.


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