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Giveaway: Running Out of Lies by Abigail Madison Chase

Running Out of LiesNo Alibi SeriesBook OneAbigail Madison Chase
Genre: Suspense, Mystery, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Paranormal
Publisher: BookBaby
Date of Publication: July 1, 2014
ISBN: 9781630416973ASIN:
Number of pages:26Word Count: 8,000 words
Cover Artist: Alchemy Bookcover & Design
Book Description:
Dr. Erik Plez is a former Marine Officer who puts his skills as an investigator to use as he tries to solve the biggest mystery of his life....
Who is Erik Plez?......A sketchy past, with no memories of his childhood, at sixteen he was recruited for a secret team of Young Marines.
Now he’s on the run, running out of lies, making it hard for him to think of an alibi.
Excerpt
He was tired. This was the first time he’d been able to lie down in forty-eight hours. Of course it was a morgue but, that did not matter. His body needed the rest. The steel slab he rested upon was cold. Wait.... He could still feel...  Didn’t that mean he was still alive? The men who had found him said he had no heartbeat or pulse. They’d called the sheriff and he’d been brought to the morgue for an autopsy on Monday.
     He tried to move his left hand to see his watch. It wouldn’t move. He tried to open his eyes. Nothing. He shook his head. His head still moved?  Maybe he was in a state of limbo and not truly dead, yet not truly alive. He sniffed the air. It was pure oxygen. He breath in deeply again. His hand moved. He took several more deep breaths. The slab beneath him was getting even colder. The oxygen. It was bringing him back to life.  Slowly he began to focus on breathing. His life was attached to the air.
About the Author:
So, you wanna know more about Abigail-Madison Chase? Interesting... I am not really that intricate. I am simple twenty... something.. well, actually forty something neurotic mom of two who has been writing since the Mrs. Turner's 4th grade English Language Arts class where she won FIRST prize in the Creative Writing Fair. My educational background is superb. I hold a B.F.A. and M.F.A in English and Literature from an awesome university. 
I am highly trained professional at least in my mind. I believe myself to be Jane Bond Super Heroine who just happens to take time out to write some books for pleasure.
My house sits in the beautiful mountains of Western United States where I am continuously dreaming of other worlds.  My family and my writing exist in my world of make believe harmony. Each one is fighting for their right to become a character that I won't kill off. Sarcasm, quick wit and lots of laughs is what one will locate in Abigail's Wonderful World... a place where moments of peace and harmony descend upon me and my two children... Sit back and enjoy as I share my world.
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8203404.Abigail_Madison_Chase
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Abigail-Madison-Chase/1422299541365282
http://www.abigailmadisonchase.com/
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Help Us Launch IAA Pest Control Services

My husband, Robert, was delivered some devastating news about his job the first week of July. The company he works for has decided to cut his salary and go to commission only. What this means is that his income has suddenly been cut in half, possibly more. Supporting a family of 4 on that amount will be impossible.

Many have asked what they can do to help- so I created this GoFundMe Campaign.

We have decided to move forward with plans to launch our own pest control company which is something we have discussed and researched for three years but since he had a "stable" job we didn't move forward with the plans. Now it is a necessity. Jobs in Michigan are not plentiful, especially ones that offer a wage you can actually support a family of 4 on. So we will create our own jobs.

Any amount you decide to help with will be much appreciated.

Funds raised will go directly into the creation of our new business: insurance, license, equipment, pest control supplies, uniforms, logo and web design.

And to make sure no one goes away empty handed I am offering a free ebook to everyone who donates over $5. You can choose from Hex and the Single Witch, Paranormal Pleasures: Ten Tales of Supernatural Seduction , or Paranormal Pleasures II: Ten More Tales of Supernatural Seduction . 

Pdf, mobi and epub formats are available of each book.


Thank you to all of our friends and family who have offered to help.

Happy 4th of July from Kat de Falla

Happy 4th of July one and all!Kat de Falla here, author of the dark fantasy: THE SEER’S LOVER



Top Ten Reasons I think America is beautiful:

1.     My dad was a maintenance man at the post office and my mom has her BSN in nursing. I have my Doctor of Pharmacy degree. With hard work (on their part and mine), the American dream is alive and well.
2.     America has it all…deserts in Arizona, California, and New Mexico, temperate rain forests in Oregon and Washington, mountains, and tropical beaches!
Check out this guy, he got it right:  http://mybeautifulamerica.com/mybeautifulamerica.htm
3.     Because my grandmother took a boat here alone when she was ten. She didn’t speak the language. When I was a little girl, she told me her first experience here was going into an ice cream store and pointing. She didn’t know what ice cream was, but she wanted some!
4.     Soccer! I know Baseball is the national pastime and I was in the Brewer Pepsi Fanclub as a child where Robin Yount and Paul Molitor and Rollie Fingers signed my catcher’s mit, but this year, I have sure enjoyed The World Cup with Team USA!
5.     Talking about the weather. I’m a pharmacist and an immigrant to this country was standing in line waiting to pick up his prescription and the older man in front of him and I were discussing the weather. When the older gentleman left, the immigrant said, “Why are all of you Americans obsessed with discussing the weather?” Uh…because we are! Small talk is peaceful talk and the world could use more peace!
6.     There is no other place I want my children to grow up, go or not go, to college. We tell them every day that they can change the world and I believe that they can.
7.     Movies – we make amazing movies. I love movies. All my books must play out in my mind as a movie, or I can’t write them. America makes kick-ass movies. (My husband would argue that Japan is close second with Godzilla movies and martial arts movies.)
8.     McFlurries – I know McDonald’s is terrible for you…yada yada yada. But where else can you drive five minutes at midnight and bring home delicious ice cream with M&M’s mixed right into it?
9.     The right to bear arms. It’s okay with me.
10.  I love America because my ancestors believed in this country, so much so that they packed up and left everything they knew to come here. I am living, breathing proof that their lives did improve. They fell in love, got married, had babies, and died in this great land. It is in their honor, for their love and belief in this country, that I am here and you are reading this…right now.

Happy 4th of July one and all! Whatever country you are reading this from, be proud. We all live under one great sky and are one giant family united by unbreakable bonds.




The Seer’s Lover
Kat De Falla
Genre:  Paranormal RomancePublisher: The Wild Rose Press
Tag Line: Calise Rowe's question of who walks among us leads her into an ancient war between seers and demons.
Book Description:
For years, Calise Rowe has been able to sense unusual energy from people, making her believe she is different.  Pulled into an ancient war raging for centuries between demon hunters and seers, she's about to find out she's right.
Her search for the truth leads her to Lucas Rojas, a seer of angels and demons who walk the earth shrouded from normal human eyes.  He's hidden his gift for years and refuses to endanger Calise by sharing it with her.
In the sultry Costa Rican Jungles, their worlds collide.  As their passion and desire ignite, so does the ancient war between demons and seers.  Will their combined efforts be enough to save themselves and the entire human world, or will their new found love be their downfall?
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/17gFt26ncoU
Available at Amazon

About the Author:
Author Kat de Falla was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she learned to roller skate, ride a banana seat bike, and love Shakespeare thanks to her high school English teacher.
Four years at the UW-Madison wasn’t enough, so she returned to her beloved college town for her Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist where she fills prescriptions and chats with her patients.
She is married to her soul mate, classical guitarist, Lee de Falla and raising four kids together ala the Brady Bunch.
Author Website: www.katdefalla.com
Blog: www.quillorpill.blogspot.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/katdefalla
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorkatdefalla  



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Spotlight and Giveaway The Heist by RT Lucas and LJ Halkett

The HeistA Tainted Blood NovelBook 1RT Lucas and LJ Halkett
Genre: Urban PNR (erotic)Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Date of Publication: 6/2/14ISBN: 978-1-940756-44-8
Number of pages: 207Word Count: 75542
Cover Artist: Three Rusted Spoons
Book Description:
Commander Xavier Raige, ex-Special Forces and now a leader of an elite team of mercenaries.  At 6’7” he is as lethal as he is handsome.  Xavier doesn’t have time to sugar the pill - he is abrupt, direct and demanding.  He accepts a new mission - to stop a skilled thief that has been plaguing the notorious Belcastro mafia family.  Xavier is unaware that this job will change the course of his life forever and threatens to awaken the wolf he has kept at bay all his life.
Alicia Carberletti is a small woman with a BIG attitude!  She is feisty, sexy, independent and smart - she also admires people who know their manners!  Alicia has been all alone ever since her beloved family were brutally murdered. Trying to find peace, she embarks on a holiday of a lifetime which takes a sinister turn.
Tainted blood, wicked lies, deception and cruel fate: when Alicia and Xavier collide with one another, will events spiral out of control - or can they hold onto one another and face the dark consequences of their actions?
Together they will entice you into their world - and this new book series comes with a WARNING - once you enter, you won't want to leave!
In a world of humans; vampires; werewolves and set in murky mafia underworld, is it so easy to tell who are the real monsters and who still holds their humanity?
Excerpt TwoFor the past three hours, the two men had been discussing the latest job that Xavier had just been offered. Xavier Raige was ex-Special Ops and had an unrivalled record in mercenary work around the world which had earned him the reputation of being the best that money could buy.  Ruthless, direct and focussed - he was practically married to his work.  No family, no ties. The only responsibility he had was to himself and to his Unit of specially trained, handpicked soldiers. He had skills that those with money and connections who had ‘interests’ that were outside of the law were more than happy to pay a premium price to hire.  The Belcastros were a notorious Mafia family who had relocated to the heart of Mexico.  Legend had it they were exiled from Sicily back in the day after what had been considered dodgy dealings - even within the Mafia world.  Xavier knew that if they were having problems dealing with their latest situation in-house, then it had to be some major shit that was going down.  His best guess was that if word got out they couldn’t deal with it themselves, it would be a sign of weakness. The other families might take that as a green light to go against them and claw back some of the territory and business that the Belcastros had ‘relieved’ them of through the years.  “Ah dinnae trust them, Commander. How’d they get yer name anyway? If ye asked me fur ma opinion, it’s no a coincidence that we were in Mexico when the call wis made.  The Belcastros kin deal wi’ their ain shite. We dinnae need the job, and it’s meant tae be oor downtime after the last mission.”Shuggie chugged back on his bottle of beer, unhappily.  The hint of red behind his blue contact lenses glinted as the strobe lights lit up their corner of the club.  He had learned through the Centuries to mask his true nature when amongst the humans.  That was something that Xavier understood - although it still amused him to see the huge warrior fiddle like a female trying to put the damn things in his eyes every day.  “I didn’t ask for your hairy highlander’s ass opinion,” Xavier thought wryly to himself as Shuggie lifted his hand to beckon the waitress over to order another round of drinks.  Xavier knew that Shuggie was like a dog with a bone and wouldn’t let the subject drop.  Scrubbing a hand over his face, he grimaced as he realised the stubble scratching his face was more hobo than designer - he might be a hardened soldier, but he was fuck handsome and prided himself on his looks.  Xavier leaned forward, jutting his jaw as he was forced to address Shuggie’s concerns.“You really think that I’d be dumbass enough not to have researched the Belcastros before I agreed to the job?” Xavier’s tone was gruff as he regarded his friend with a steely look that would have had lesser men losing control of bodily functions and whimpering like a baby.“Aye, ah dae, Commander,” Shuggie leaned back, spreading his arms along the back of the seats, a small smirk starting to form on his lips. “That’s why ah already done ma ain investigation into them.” Shuggie’s broad Scottish accent was almost indecipherable to most, but Xavier had known him for longer than he cared to admit and could often translate for the uninitiated - if he could be bothered, that was.  Shuggie was armed with the knowledge that he’d just scored a point over the Commander, and yet he still owned just about enough self-preservation instinct left to know not to blatantly crow about it.  His smug expression was all that was needed between the two friends to know who had the upper hand.Xavier was irked by Shuggie’s comment but kept his facial features impassive. “Well are you going to sit on it like a whore on a cock or are you going to actually tell me what your investigations found out?” Giving a derisive snort as he drew his eyes off of Shuggie and reached over to take the fresh drink the pretty young waitress with the perky smile and perkier tits had just brought over for him.  She smiled and winked as he tipped her well, but the smile faltered when he turned his head away to continue his conversation.  The waitress hovered about their table, trying to look seductive and was completely unaware that she had in reality been blanked by both men.  Shuggie reached into the inside pocket of his biker jacket and handed Xavier a flash drive with all the Intel he had on the Belcastros.The dilemma for Xavier sat heavy on his broad shoulders - did he take Shuggie’s advice and leave well alone, or did he drag his Unit into Mafia business?  It wasn’t like they needed the money – they didn’t do it for the financial gain. Well, that’s not true. In the early days that was the only motivating factor, but nowadays they had more than enough money banked and invested to keep them for the end of their days. No, nowadays it was all about the adrenalin, the challenge, the rush.  

About the Authors:
Both Scottish Authors are best friends and for years they have been developing these amazing and complex characters.  Having both suffered strokes at a young age, within months of each other they decided that life was too short and now was the time for Xavier and Alicia to be unleashed onto the waiting public!  That was when the world of Tainted Blood and #XAli was born!
L J Halkett is 35 years of age, Mother, Wife and Housing Officer for Local Government.  She is a smart, sassy and superbly imaginative woman who devours books - especially in the paranormal genre!  She is the master at multi-tasking and she is always thinking ten steps ahead. With her passion for creativity, she brings to life her imagination with vivid detail.  Family is the cornerstone of LJ’s life, and her greatest achievement is her wonderful son. 
Left Partially sighted after her Stroke, LJ has to write in what the Authors call ‘Nasa’ font and can only detect the colour red, which can be difficult when reading print on a daily basis - her determination is testament to her personality - as she says.... "Where's there's a will? There's a way!"
RT Lucas is 41 years of age, soon to be Divorced [Hurrah!] and had a very successful career in Recruitment and Business Development until it was cut short through illness.  Having worked in the Health Sector, Human Resources and Ministry of Defense, she has a myriad of experiences to draw from - and says that sometimes life can be stranger than Fiction!  RT is an avid reader of the paranormal/romance genres but her first love will always be Science Fiction.  She says that she has far superior music taste to that of her Best Friend and Co-Author - and uses every available opportunity to tell her so! RT lives alone with her #XavCat who faithfully lies by her computer whenever she wanders into the world of Tainted Blood.
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www.Xali.net
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Dark Paradise by Angie Sandro

About DARK PARADISE:

DARK LEGACY

Mala LaCroix has spent her whole life trying to escape her destiny. As the last in a long line of "witch women," she rejects the notion of spirits and hoodoo and instead does her best to blend in. But when she finds a dead body floating in the bayou behind her house, Mala taps into powers she never knew she had. She's haunted by visions of the dead girl, demanding justice and vengeance.


DEADLY SECRETS

Landry Prince has always had a crush on Mala, but when Mala discovers his sister, murdered and marked in some sort of Satanic ritual, he wonders if all the rumors about the LaCroix family are true. Yet after Mala uses her connection to the spirit world to identify his sister's killer, he starts to form his own bond to her . . . a very physical one. As they move closer to each other and closer to the truth, Mala and Landry must risk everything-their families, their love, and even their lives.



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Excerpt:He looks down, and our eyes meet.“Kiss me,” I blurt out.“What?” His breathing quickens. “What did you say?Oh, shit! I just propositioned him. Me, squeaky clean, cowardly Mala. Lack of oxygen must’ve given me brain damage. I take a shaky breath and straighten in his arms. “I said kiss me.” My voice cracks. “It’s okay. I won’t punch you or anything. You have my permission.”“Your head’s not on straight.” Landry gazes off across the water … distant, cold. Oh, so sad, and it breaks my heart. All I want at this moment is to drink the pain in his eyes. Guzzle it down so it never fills him again. I know nothing’s forever. A momentary patch is about all the comfort I can give him, but maybe for now, it’s enough. For both of us.“I know. I’m scared.” I take Landry’s face between my hands, holding tight when he tries to pull away. “Stop. Listen. Why do I have to keep dealing with the craziness of my life alone? I’m so tired … Why is it wrong to want to escape?”My trembling fingers lightly trace the curve of his jaw. I never in a million years thought I could be so bold. I’ve always protected my heart because I feared it would get squished. Being afraid hasn’t gotten me anywhere but alone. “I like you, Landry. And … and I think you like me. At least a little bit, right? You make me feel safe … alive. Maybe … maybe I can make you feel the same way.”His eyes, thick, black lashes outlining luminous silver, close as I trace my fingers across his eyelids. I press my lips to the angled plane of his cheekbone in a gentle kiss. His skin tastes salty from sweat and smells of grass. Rich and pungent. Intoxicating. His stomach muscles tighten against mine, but he doesn’t move. I kiss the other cheek, then tilt his head toward mine and brush my lips across his, so lightly that it’s more a mingling of breath.My tongue caresses his lips. I taste him in small nibbles, and then, feeling bold, I pull his plump bottom lip between my teeth, gently teasing him until he finally responds.Impatient, he threads his fingers into my hair so I can’t pull away. His tongue flicks against mine as I open my mouth to his, deepening the connection between us. I’ve heard about French kisses, in high school the girls giggled about them and rated the boys according to skill, but until now, I’ve never liked a guy enough to want his tongue in my mouth.  Landry rated pretty high on the Awesome Kisser scale. Now I understand why.The rush of excitement chases away any lingering fear. At some point, he stretches out on the ground, and I lay on top of him. My hands caress his wide shoulders and rise to tangle in his silky hair. I rub against his chest, wishing our clothing didn’t separate us. I want to feel the softness of his skin against mine. I want to trace the tempting dimple in the small of his back and lick the faded scar to the left of his belly button.Yeah, I totally peeked when he did his striptease in the boat. I may be the queen of denial, but I couldn’t deny myself the sculpted beauty of Landry Prince in all his glory. I pull my mouth free of his lips and slide down the hard length of his body. He sucks in a breath, stomach tightening when I run trembling hands up his chest, lifting his T-shirt to give me access to that scar. I trace my tongue around it a swirl of motion, like licking an ice cream cone. He tastes ten times better than chocolate—maybe like chocolate and caramel with marshmallow chunks—all gooey and melty in my mouth. So tasty that I want to lap him up. But I bite him instead.Satisfaction throbs at his growl. The soft bit of flesh between my teeth almost sends me over the edge. I’m so hot … burning up inside.I release him, licking the soft indentations in his skin.“Mala,” he moans, quivering when I pin his reaching hands to the ground. I give him a wicked grin, then lower my head. I steadily work my way up his chest, biting and licking until I reach his pecs. I run my tongue around his left nipple, then blow across the hard nub. His hips shift, a slight jerk upward. His erection presses against the fabric of his jeans. Is it uncomfortable?
I bite my lip, scared at the bold nature of my thoughts. It’s like years of repressed sexuality screams to be set free. Too many romance novels have given me a working knowledge of what goes on. I can fake it until I make it, but I’ve got to decide right now how far I want to go. Soon I’ll be too far gone. My body decides for me. 
About Angie Sandro:
Angie Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Within six weeks, she began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and Guam before the age of eighteen. Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.
http://anjeasandro.blogspot.com/
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Guest Blog and Giveaway: Ever Mine by Eden Ashe

Ever MineEden Ashe         Genre: urban fantasy romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc
Date of Publication: June 2, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-61650-532-5ASIN:
Number of pages:Word Count: 33000
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco

Book Description:

Can a kidnapped fairy and a human find love despite all odds?

Nathan Alexander’s batty aunt has done it again. This time she’s sent him a rare plant he doesn’t want. Imagine his surprise when he finds a kidnapped fairy hidden within its leaves. As a man who heads a non-profit organization for abused women and children, Nathan makes it his mission to help her find her way home.

All her life Katenia was warned about the evilness of humans. Never was that proved more true than when she was kidnapped from her quiet valley home. Thrust into the human world, Katenia must fight her very instincts to trust Nathan if she ever hopes to return to her rightful place…and to her normal thumb-sized fairy form.

But with their lives in danger, finding home…and love…will be a journey worthy of a fairy tale.

Excerpt:

“Nathan? Are you alright? You look like you’re contemplating ways to kill me.”He opened his eyes and glared at her, even as he let out a shuddering laugh. “No, Katenia,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Killing you is not what is on my mind. I thought you said we would be a bad idea?”“I did,” she said, her beautiful face screwing up in confusion. “Pair-bonding between us would never work. Sex, however…sex is a very good idea.”Nathan nodded once, finally understanding. Ignoring the honking of the line of cars behind him, he rolled up one shirtsleeve and pinched his arm.“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice worried.He barked out a laugh when the pain did nothing to wake him from whatever dream he’d landed in. “Testing myself.”“Oh.” She sighed. “I don’t know what that means.”“I don’t, either, but considering I am not certifiable enough to have sex with a fairy, the only other logical conclusion is I’m dreaming.”“Oh,” she repeated, still sounding confused. “Are you dreaming?”
He sighed and shook his head, accepting the facts laid out before him. “No. My whole world view has just been altered, but unfortunately, I am not dreaming.”
About the Author:
Convinced dragons have gotten a bad rep throughout time, and more than a little addicted to fairy tales and romance novels, Eden Ashe has decided to re-write history. In her version, the dragons are ancient warriors in tarnished armor, who not only deserve the girl in the end, but will fight forever for her.
www.edenashe.com
www.twitter.com/EdenAshe
www.facebook.com/eden.ashe.author

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7262875.Eden_Ashe

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Eran's account of the first time he met Magdalene


"It was explosive. She fought me, hard...and well," he paused to chuckle while shaking his head in amazement at the memory. "I'd watched her fight before, but I wasn't ready for her strength. That part of her originates from her stubbornness. One of my favorite characteristics and it happens to be the core of her personality. It's what drives her to help others, to put her life on the line for strangers. That's Magdalene…my Magdalene." 

He smirked.

"I heard about this girl training others like her to survive our enemies. That was impressive. We have powerful enemies." His gaze fell to the floor in deep reflection. "So when I found her training," he laughed through his nose, "of course, I was enthralled, completely and absolutely void of any reasonable thought after laying eyes on her. The way her brown hair swung around, catching the wind from her speed, the blaze in her eyes, and those wings. I'd never, and haven't to this day, seen whiter appendages. She was stunning. So much fury and love was wrapped up in that little frame of hers that I was completely taken from that very second on." 

Slowly, he nodded with certainty. "At that point, I knew. I knew that I'd be her guardian. That beauty, that innocence needed protection, and I was going to see that she got it. Nothing," he insisted, "would stop me from it. What I didn't count on was her rejection. I-" One side of his lips lifted in a confident grin. "I'm fairly capable of influencing women. But not her. Magdalene took time, several centuries, in fact. It took countless arguments, coddling of her sensitive ego - don't tell her I said that - and an incredible amount of patience. The fight, I tell you, is in her blood."

He drew in a deep breath, as if to let the feeling of her settle over him, while a smile played across his lips.

"I sensed all this on that first sighting. So I kept my distance, looking for a way in to dissolve that stubbornness." He shrugged. "That was pointless. When we finally did meet, I had a good understanding of who she was, so again I wasn't surprised by the fight she gave me. What surprised me…," his eyes turned warm, remembering. "What I'll never forget, what will stay with me forever, was the passion in her eyes…because it was aimed directly at me." 

MessengerThe Guardian TrilogyPrequelBook OneLaury Falter
Book Description:
Messenger is the first prequel to the bestselling Guardian Trilogy - the breathtaking romantic saga about a love that has lasted centuries between a messenger and her guardian.
Maggie does not know she is a messenger. She has never met her eternal lover. She has never survived a Fallen One. All this changes when a messenger awakens in the Hall of Records only to die moments later, never to return.
As Maggie sets out to determine why the messengers are suddenly beginning to die, she crosses paths with the infuriatingly appealing Eran and their story begins.
In this riveting account of Maggie's first life on earth with Eran, the star-crossed lover's romance transpires amidst treacherous enemies, their friends' resistance, and their own opposing wills. With the odds against her, can Maggie survive long enough to admit the feelings she has so carefully denied?
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Laury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.
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Cover Reveal- Burning Desire: Flyboy Trilogy Book Two by G.L. Ross

Burning DesireFlyboy TrilogyBook TwoG.L. Ross
Book Description:
Continue Lance & Lisa’s Turbulent Passion, in Book Two of the Flyboy Trilogy
Captain Lance Miller has finally discovered and captured the Goddess of his dreams. Life is everything he ever dreamt it could be and more. He is a Captain with International Air, Owner of an Italian Winery, and Master to his beautiful Miss Lisa Price. But, life can never be this good for very long, right?
Lance brought down his walls and shared his heart. He threw away his manwhore tendencies. He’s been faithful. Lance’s life should be fabulous and it is until he watches all of his dreams crash and burn in front of his horrified eyes.
Flight Attendant Lisa Price has found her Prince Charming; granted he is nothing like she imagined he would be. He is an egotistical playboy who is controlling, demanding, hypnotic, charming, plus downright desirable, gorgeous, and steamy hot! Who could ask for more?
Lisa’s Flyboy has introduced her to her wild, uninhibited side; a side that is eager to discover new adventures inside and outside the bedroom. Lisa’s life is unfolding in front of her beautifully, until she discovers a secret. A secret she desperately needs to share with Lance, but will fate allow her to reveal her secret to the only man who has ever truly owned her heart?
About the Author
G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters’ “happily ever after” endings.
Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation. Whether through laughter, prayer, or a glass of wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, and adventure in her stories. Take flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, and continue their turbulent journey in Burning Desire, book two in the Flyboy Trilogy http://glross.com/
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The Joys – or Angst? – of Paranormal Encounters

Hi, xxxx. Thanks for letting me join your blog today to talk about Crossing into the Mystic.First, an overview of the book, for perspective: After the deaths of her parents and sister, insufferably independent main character Grace is so grief-stricken that even years later when she encounters a ghost, she is charmed into trusting him with the hope of (1) being able to help him solve his murder, and (2) making contact through him with her dead family.
Many people have asked what prompted me to write a story about the paranormal. My answer always is that several things came together at the right time to develop the story. However, today, for the first time, I’d like to share one of those in more detail. It’s about my beloved cousin-through-marriage, Jim, an intelligent, generous, and delightful man. Although he died a couple years ago at the age of 81, his story will remain with me forever.
To begin, I have to place you into character.  You are now a man in your late 50s. You’ve lived your whole life in towns around the Gettysburg Battlefield, site of one of the Civil War’s bloodiest and longest battles.  As a boy, you found minie balls and shells and even a uniform emblem that stemmed back to that fateful battle.  You learned the fields, their drops and inclines, their vistas, their routines, but never once did you see anything untoward.
You grew up to serve in the National Guard, reared several children, operated (and launched) a couple businesses, and made yourself so financially successful that you could retire young and travel with your lovely wife. You were involved in your church and several civic-oriented organizations. In short, you are now successful, healthy and of sound mind.One evening, you and your wife go out to dinner with another couple. You have a great time and agree to journey back to the house to continue your time together. As you crest a hill beside a battlefield, you look to your left and see six soldiers marching in formation. You’re used to such sites in Gettysburg, given that they perform re-enactments periodically throughout the year.
But, that quickly it hits you, it’s the wrong time of year. And, it’s dusk, whereas re-enactments generally occur in the afternoons. Further, you realize that the soldiers have a semi-transparency to them and that the hair is standing up on the back of your neck (yes, even from the distance and in a car).
You pale, swallow hard, and ask your friend if he saw it, too. His answer, “yes” comes out elongated and hoarse. Quickly, you look back, but the soldiers are gone! You ask the wives in the back seat if they saw it, but the answer is no. You have only one witness. 
You try to reason it through, you discuss it a little with your friend, and decide that the fading sun had to have played tricks on your eyes and that, for some reason, it was re-enactors walking along that field. With high hopes, you choose to dismiss the whole thing, but find that you can’t.
It stays with you—the visual, the feeling, the raised hairs.
Two days later, the local paper runs a story about a ghost siting. Three other people, separately, reported seeing the same six soldiers. What’s more, one brave person ran toward them and watched the soldiers disappear as he approached.
Now what do you do? It just became even more real, but if you talk about it to other friends and family, they’ll label you in the same category as those people who believe in alien abductions.
What did Jim do?  He wrestled with the memory for years. He changed from being skeptic regarding all that silly battlefield talk about ghosts, to true believer in the spiritual realm.When he told me his story, the hair on my arms stood on end.
Jim’s not alone. A Gallup poll found that nine of out ten people believe in God, and a Harris poll found that fifty-one percent of the public believes in ghosts. So clearly we have an overlap of people who believe in God but who also believe in ghosts.  That same Harris poll also found that one in five Americans claims to have encountered an apparition/ghost.There will always be skeptics among us who come up with scientific explanations to discount spiritual phenomena. Yet, at the same time, most people acknowledge that there’s much more around us than what we can see, taste, smell, hear, and feel.

Many Jew and Christians interpret the Bible as saying that there is no such thing as a dead person's spirit walking the earth or returning to the place where they died, but that there are spirit beings who can connect with our physical realm. These spirits are fallen angels that once served God, but now they serve the god of the underworld, Satan. These demons are expert at deception, for they masquerade as angels of light. In other words, they can take on the same physical looks as a human who has died.
And that lays the foundation for spiritual warfare.
So, this means then, that even people of strong faith think ghosts could be in our midst (albeit, actually demons). If that’s so, then why? In Jim’s case, for example, he wasn’t interacting with them in anyway.  Did they appear merely to attempt to destroy the faith of those who observed them? (Ironically, if anything, it made Jim’s faith stronger.) I don’t know the answer to that question, but I do know that Jim saw what he described.

What about you? Have you ever had an encounter with the unexplained, an angel, or a ghost that left the hair on your arms at attention? 
Crossing Into the Mystic:A Civil War Paranormal RomanceThe Crossings SeriesBook One of a TrilogyD.L. Koontz
Genre: Inspirational Fantasy, paranormal (contains Christian themes)
Print Length: 258 pages
ISBN: 1941103030ASIN: B00J5GSSRM
Publisher: Lighthouse Publishingof the Carolinas
Book Description:
Three years after losing her family in a car crash, Grace MacKenna is set to inherit her stepfather's ancestral estate among the mountains of West Virginia. Seeking solace and healing, Grace discovers the ghost of William Kavanaugh, a dashing Civil War captain in Virginia s 17th Infantry, haunts the property. When William charms Grace into investigating the mystery that led to his death a hundred and fifty years ago, she finds herself drawn into a world of chivalry and honor, but also deception with secrets too dark to speak aloud.
Meanwhile, Clay Baxter, home from service in Afghanistan, fights his own demons and ghosts. When Clay senses Grace falling deeper into the realm of the dead, he seeks to pull her back. But is he too late?
Torn between her love for two mysterious young men - one living and one dead - Grace stands in the shadows of the Antietam Battlefield with a choice: one that could leave Grace lost forever, "crossing into the Mystic."
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Chapter 1

All of it became mine that day: the hefty trust fund, my mother’s red SUV, and my stepfather’s ancestral estate isolated amidst the caverns of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I was embarking on a 500-mile journey to make solo use of all three. As long as I remained in Boston, I would continue to live my life backward—dwelling on the past and longing for the parents and sister who were dead. Buried. Gone. There was no way I could have known that by turning away from death I would be running into it.

Th day seemed like the perfect time to launch my escape. Th rising sun shot beguiling streaks of crimson through the divisions of the massive brown- stones on Boston’s Beacon Hill, teasing away any threat of “Red sky at morn- ing, sailor take warning.”

In the stillness of the morning, I heard a house door latch, then a husky voice grumble. “Ouch ... ouch ... dang!”

My cousin, Michael, barefoot and clad only in gym trunks and a T-shirt, pranced between stones as he hurried up the steep three-block incline toward me. He was carrying travel snacks, but what I hoped he was bringing me was reassurance of our individual escapes.

“Grace, go! Go! Go! Click your heels and get the Sam Hill out of Oz before she changes her mind!”

Though Michael’s words echoed my resolve, I laughed. He was four inches taller and eight years older, but a million times more sociable and often reminded me of an oversized little boy.

“Auck, Dorothy.” He reached my car, glanced back toward our house, and handed me a zip-locked bag stuffed with trail mix. “You’re too late. You’ll never get to Kansas now.”

I turned to see the subject of his wicked witch allusion exit through the over- sized front door of our ivy-covered brownstone and begin her march up the side- walk with Uncle Phil dawdling behind. Aunt Tish wasn’t toting a flying broom, but she was storming along, face scowling, hands fisted.

Michael grinned. “I guess she’s saving the flying monkeys for me.”

“Maybe. She wasn’t very happy about you leaving tonight for Chile. You sure you’re tough enough to stand up to her?” I elbowed him, knowing he wouldn’t feel the jab. Despite his baby face and wire-rimmed glasses, he had the abs of a bodybuilder.

“No problem. She can’t control me anymore. It’s you who better leave quickly.” “I’m going. Don’t worry about that.” I tossed the trail mix on the back seat. From  the front, my dog, Tramp, watched it land and turned back to the front window,more excited about going somewhere than the goodies. He barked twice. 

Let’s go. “Good. It will be two years before you’ll get another chance,” Michael warned in a whisper. “I won’t be here this summer to save you like I have before.” “Which is exactly why I’m leaving today. Thanks for coming home to see me off. 

She’s not that bad you know.” Maybe voicing such hope would make it so.

Eyes wide, he said, “What? She’s an unstable, soul-sucking—” “Shush.” I stifled laughter. “She’ll hear you.”

He sobered and leaned against my car, crossing his arms. “You’re sure about this?” “The trip? Of course.”

He shook his head. “Th house. It sounds … weird. Like Norman Bates lives there.”

I looked at him, startled. Michael was generally carefree and titillated by the unknown. He loved the notion that people held secrets within themselves.

“That’s crazy,” I affirmed, lest his uncharacteristic concern unnerve me. “Is it? Jack was so close-mouthed about the place.”

“Michael, stop it! It’s only a house. Jack was there three years ago. How bad could it be?”

“Remember. I’m only a phone call away. You have to live there what— three months?”

“That’s what the will says. Then it’s mine to do what I want. Including selling it. And, of course, that’s exactly what Aunt Tish expects me to do.”

“We’ll work that out later. Stick with this charade that you’re fixing it for your senior project, then selling it and moving back to Boston. By the end of summer, my new company will transfer me back to the states, and you can live with me. Just don’t come back here.”

“I know, I know.”

“And keep Tramp close by.”

I shook my head to indicate his concern was unnecessary. But inside, I couldn’t help but wonder if Tramp would be able to stop all threats that I might encounter.

* * *

After stopping to assess her own vehicle and bark orders at my Uncle Phil to take it to the car wash, Aunt Tish reached us. As her eyes scanned my car, Uncle Phil plodded up behind.

Beside me, Michael murmured, “Shoulda’ tied garlic around our necks,” then he donned a Cheshire grin and bellowed, “Good morning, Mother dearest.”

“Nice of you to grace us with your company, darling,” Aunt Tish clucked with saccharin sarcasm and crossed her arms. Her face was stern, her eyes leveled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to sleep your way through the day until your fl      leaves.”

“Got in late, Mom.”

She arched a skeptical brow. “If you’re turning right around and leaving for that ridiculous job in Chile, why did you even bother coming home? You could have been working at MacGruder’s, you know. They  are the most prestigious firm in Boston.”

“Yeah, Mom, I know.”

“Th certainly would have paid better. Must be nice to have no concerns about money.”

“I haven’t cost you a cent since I turned twenty-one. And if you’re so worried about money, why do you live in this pretentious place? How can you afford it anyway?” He clicked his thumb and middle finger. “Oh, that’s right. You used Grace’s education fund.”

She exhaled into a pout. “You kids are so disrespectful. Why do you do these things to me? Haven’t I suffered enough?”

“Here we go.” Michael rubbed his forehead.

“And look at you. Go put on some clothes. What will the neighbors think?” Her eyes darted to the windows of the lofty brownstones shadowing the street.

“Yeah, Mom. Th ’ll probably think I feed nails to little children since I don’t wear shoes.” He turned his back to her and smiled at me, then withdrew to the back of the car and shook my bike as though to make sure it was tethered securely. I could see his grin from the corner of my eye.

“We’ll talk later about you arriving home one day just to leave the next.”

She turned to me, swapping irritation with sadness as easily as if she’d replaced a straw hat with a ball cap. Wiping at invisible tears, she sniffled and brushed back a lock of frizzled hair, causing her peace sign earrings to sway to and fro. With characteristic dramatic flourish, she took one of my hands and pressed an object into my palm.

“Your keys. Why your mother insisted you keep this atrocious gas-guzzler, I’ll never know. I never did understand her.”

I wrapped my fingers around the keys, feeling the shape of independence. “Thank you.”

It was expected of me to treat this as a heart-rending gesture on her part, even though she had readily agreed to the trip because she wanted the house to be sold as quickly as possible, thereby placing more money into my accounts, to which she had access.

Aunt Tish pouted. “You selfish kids are breaking my heart with these trips.” I kept quiet. Best not to acknowledge her fabricated sadness or her varnished insult.

Receiving no response from her selfish kids, she turned to my uncle. “Philip, I must be crazy. I’m going to be thrown in jail for letting a 16-year-old live by herself ... in some creepy house in a … a … redneck wilderness.”

From the back of the car, Michael groaned. “Aunt Tish––” I began.

Uncle Phil cleared his throat and stood tall, looking for a moment more like the commanding professor he was when teaching Chaucer at Boston College than the ventriloquist’s dummy he played at home for his formidable wife. “Tish, she’ll be fi     It’s only for the summer.”

“But it’s so far away from Beacon Hill and civilized society, for bloody sake,” she responded stiffly. “She won’t be around our kind. Those people are so provin- cial. What will my friends think? And that house ...”
Uncle Phil sighed. “The house is fine. The management company said so.” “Yeah, Mom,” Michael scolded from his retreat, “just because the place is old

doesn’t make it creepy. Heck, our house is old.”

Uncle Phil shot his son a quelling look. “Jack loved the place. He spent a lot of time there. It must be in good shape. And if it’s not, then Grace will fi  it up. Th  ’s the whole point of this trip anyway.” He frowned. 

“Besides, by the time you were six- teen, you had already been arrested for disturbing the peace and indecent exposure.” “Oh gawd, Pops.” Michael cringed and reached up to rub his temples. “Too
much information.”

Uncle Phil continued. “You already set up a bank account for her. She has a credit card. She’s got everything she needs. If anyone can take care of herself, it’s Grace.” “Yeah, Mom,” Michael chimed from behind the car. “Crimeny, she’s been taking care of you for the past three years.”

Aunt Tish pushed her tangled hair behind her ears and huffed. “Fine. Obvi- ously no one cares what I think. Just go, Grace. But stay out of trouble. I don’t want any calls from the police.”

I mouthed a “thank you,” to Uncle Phil, shoved my backpack on the heap of boxes lining my back seat, and shut the door. Tramp sat waiting on the passenger seat. On the fl , my cat Chubbs crouched in his carrier, obviously annoyed. On the con- sole sat an envelope containing $5,000 in cash, covered with road maps graphing my way from Massachusetts to West Virginia.

“Aunt Tish, I’ll be fine.” I pulled her into a sideways embrace as I rounded to the driver’s side and opened the door. She was my only aunt and despite her opinions of me, I wanted to believe her capable of feeling genuine concern. “I promise to call every day.”

“Be careful. If something goes wrong, it’s a reflection on me.” As she pulled away, she flicked at my hair. “And for pity’s sake, Grace, do something with that ridiculous hair while you’re there.”

I ignored her. “Remember your dentist appointment tomorrow. I left a note on the fridge.”

She waved that away with a Yes, yes, I know all this dismissal, but I knew she would forget.

Then, because I felt it was expected of me, I looked back toward the house and lied, “I’ll miss this place.”
I voiced some inane comment about what I’d miss, but my thoughts were on the excitement of being me, rather than a dead couple’s orphaned child or Tish Rosenburg’s ungrateful niece.

The goodbyes complete, I climbed into my car and pulled away. I could see Michael standing behind my aunt and uncle, fl his arms in a dramatic don’t- stop-keep-going wave.


“Call your Grandma Sadie, she’s not doing so well,” was the last thing I heard Aunt Tish bark as I descended the hill and rounded the corner onto Beacon Street, took a final glance at Boston Common, and headed toward I-95 South.

The trip underway, I exhaled deeply. I’d loved to have driven into the future without looking back, to have fast-forwarded to summer’s end when Michael and I could plant roots somewhere together. But, there was no shortcut to that time, and I felt dread press in on me as if each accumulated mile were adding a hole to the safety net I hadn’t yet hung in place.




About the Author
D. L. Koontz was born in Pennsylvania, but with her husband, now splits her time between their home in mountainous West Virginia and their cattle ranch in coastal plains Georgia. She has a son and a stepdaughter. A member of ACFW (American Christian Fiction Writers) and ASJA (American Society of Journalists and Authors), she is a former journalist, business consultant, spokesperson, and college instructor. After several non-fiction books, Crossing into the Mystic is her first novel.
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Lost Wages of SinSinners and SaintsBook 1Rosalie Stanton
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
Date of Publication: June 13, 2014
ISBN: 9781784300487ASIN: Not yet available
Number of pages: 260Word Count: 91k
Book Description:
Working for Lucifer is the best job in the universe, until the day it’s not. Then you’re on your own, with Hell at your heels.
Ava, Sin of Greed, has had a rough week. The angel she planned to make a life with left her with nothing but a Dear Jane letter. Even worse, Lucifer believes she spilled Hell’s secrets to her ex, and her boss’s temper is notoriously apocalyptic.
For centuries, Dante kept his feelings for Ava under lock-and-key. The one time he pursued something more, he nearly lost her for good. Lesson learned. However, when he hears of her planned elopement, all bets are off. Not having Ava was a reality he could accept. Losing her to an angel is something else entirely.
Now, Ava, once Hell’s golden child, is fleeing for her life. When her old friend Dante shows up, her first instinct is to send him packing. But Dante is more than a friend—he’s the only other man who tempted her, and his fierce loyalty challenges everything she thought she knew about him. As Ava prepares to battle the devil himself, she can’t keep from getting closer to Dante…though she doubts her heart can survive another break.
Excerpt:

Someone thumped her on the shoulder and sent her spiraling out of her thoughts. A jolt rushed through her body and everything went on autopilot. Ava jumped to her feet, formed a fist, and landed a blind punch in less than three seconds. It took another ten seconds for her scattered mind to piece together what had just occurred, and by then she was staring into an all-too familiar pair of crystal blue eyes.
Ava blinked. Hard. “Dante?”
“Fucking hell,” he cursed, cradling his nose and scowling at her. “What’d you do that for?”“What the hell were you sneaking up on me for?”
“I didn’t sneak!”
Ava looked around, then waved a hand. “This is a graveyard, Dante. In the middle of the night in Nowheresville. You don’t just…I dunno, touch someone. You let someone know you’re there.”
“And here I thought getting your attention would do that just fine.”
“Not like that!”
“Next time I’ll read the fucking rule book.” Dante dropped his hands and sniffed. A small fleck of blood colored the space between his nose and lips, but other than looking a little swollen, he seemed otherwise undamaged. “If this is the way you greet your friends, it’s no small wonder the whole of Hades is after your sorry ass.”
 Ava’s shoulders dropped and she rolled her head back, a long groan riding off her lips. “You know about that?”
“What other reason would I have to be… Where the fuck are we?”
“Mississippi.”
Dante offered a dramatic sigh, though something in his eyes told her he’d only asked for show. Even at his drunkest, he wasn’t the sort to forget what state he was in.
“Mississippi,” he muttered. “So that’s what that smell is.”
On the other hand… Ava straightened her spine and arched an eyebrow at him. “So…what? You come out here to make fun of the locals?”
“No,” he replied coolly, wiping the stray speck of blood off his otherwise pale, pristine skin. “I came here for you.”
Everything in her stilled. Though she’d heard him the first time, the words had a way of really sinking in upon repetition. As though it took a time delay for her to realize there was no reason aside from her current problem that Dante should be out here with her—or here at all. He wasn’t the sort of guy to crash in antebellum tourist traps.
“You came here for me,” she echoed. “Why?”
He shrugged a shoulder, his face blanking the way it did when he wanted to appear blasé. “Why not?”
“Come on.”
“Thought you could use a friend.”
Ava stared at him a moment longer, then sighed heavily and tore her gaze to the ground. Yeah, she supposed she could use a friend. Or a whole army of them. And though Dante wasn’t the first person she would have called, she couldn’t deny she was happy to see him.
Not that his presence answered her questions. If anything, he added to the pile.
“I take it Merle gave you the message,” she murmured. “About…”
“The angel?” One perfect eyebrow arched. Actually, there wasn’t much about Dante that wasn’t perfect. Physically, at least. One of his most annoying qualities also happened to be his most prized. There was nothing worse than a man who knew just how damn good he looked.
Truly, Dante had always seemed a bit too perfect when it came to the male form. He was only a few inches taller than she and had a body built for debauchery, complete with strong arms and a marble-carved chest. Tonight, he was wrapped in a snug pair of jeans and a form-fitting long-sleeved navy tee, which made his pale skin seem paler. His hair was coal black and his eyes sparkled blue. Ava had always loved his eyes.
And thinking about his perfect eyes right now on the cusp of a broken heart while all of Hell nipped her heels was probably the last in a very long line of bad ideas. At once she felt overtly vulnerable, exposed. Standing in a strange town under strange circumstances with him, her oldest friend, seeming one part savior and one part…pissed.
Nothing in her world made sense right now. Dante had just muddied things up even more.“Yeah,” she said when she remembered to speak. “The angel. Merle told you.”
Dante nodded solemnly. “That was the plan, right?”
Ava released a shaky breath, her mind spinning so fast it was a small wonder she remained standing. Looking at Dante now with everything that had happened in the past week still heavy on her heart, with the uncertainty of her future, took her suddenly oddly-shaped world and turned it on its head. She felt like she was living in the funhouse mirror version of her reality. Sebastian, then the Binsfeld Six, and now her vampire.
At some point she had to wake up.
“What are you doing here?” she asked again. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“Not much,” he admitted, stepping forward.
There was something guarded in his gaze, and so help her if she started analyzing every little look from Dante, she would lose her mind. Trying to figure out what he was doing here was work enough.
“Not much.”
He nodded. “Just that you were out here. And you could use a friend.”
This admission did little to answer her questions. Her friendship with Dante was not a secret, by any means, yet she couldn’t speculate as to why anyone right now would decide to throw her a lifeline. Being alone certainly hadn’t done much for her…yet there was a good reason she hadn’t gone to Dante in the first place.
Dante was the kind of friend who was there for the good times and gone for the bad. At least in her experience. If he had any idea what was really going on, he’d make tracks. The large, cartoonish kind.
But Dante didn’t know. Hell, he didn’t even know what she was. His knowledge beyond his own kind was rather limited, and while his experience with others of Lilith’s children left him with a relatively grounded understanding of how the world worked, certain things—like Hell and all its residents—remained more or less relegated to the realm of other. He was aware Hell existed, sure, and had figured her for a demon early in their relationship, but otherwise boasted little knowledge of Lucifer or the pit beyond what was assumed through myth.
Seven centuries and he had no idea she was part of that myth. She’d never mentioned it, and he likely hadn’t thought to ask. His perception of her role had been established on the legs of their meeting, which, as it was, had been entirely accidental. It just so happened she didn’t like watching anyone, demon or otherwise, suffer at the hands of holy men, and in saving Dante’s life all those years ago, she’d earned a permanent ally.
Well, until now. Her own brand of permanence was about to run out, and of course Dante wouldn’t know why. If she explained the significance of what had occurred with Sebastian, and how limited her future was, he would be gone. She wouldn’t know to miss him.
Still, she owed him explanations. Dante was the one loose end she had—the only one who wouldn’t know why she was gone when Lucifer finally came to collect her life. Her siblings knew what was coming. Dante was the last person to whom to pay her regards.
Perhaps that was why someone had sent him to her. So she could do right by her one earthly friend and say goodbye.
“I could,” Ava admitted softly. “Use a friend. I’m glad you’re here.”
A shadow crossed Dante’s face. “That’s not good.”
She frowned. “What? That I’m glad you’re here?”
“Yeah. You’re never glad I’m near these days.” He laughed shortly. “You must really be into some deep shit.”
“You have no idea.”
“All this over an angel.”
The corner of Ava’s mouth pulled into a grin, and for a moment she felt somewhat like her old self. “More or less.”
“An angel, Ava. For fuck’s sake, what happened to your dignity?”
“Where were you three weeks ago?”
“I dunno, but if I’d known you were gonna be falling for one of those winged assholes, you’d better believe I’d have dropped everything to beat some sense into you.”
She snickered. “Like you could take me.”
“You never give me the chance to try,” he retorted, his eyes gleaming.
“Your ego is too fragile to handle getting your ass handed to you by a girl.”
“So you’ve told me. And told me. And told me. You know what they say about words and actions, don’t you, love?”
A small thrill raced down her spine, her insides igniting with heat and a rush of good old-fashioned nostalgia. “Wanna grab a beer?” she asked. “Or, you know, a burger? I don’t think I’ve eaten in a week.” She paused, then waved at him. “You can consider it the last meal of a condemned man.”
“‘Cause you’re gonna kick my ass, right?”
“That’s the plan.”

Dante grinned ear-to-ear. “Thought you’d never ask.”
About the Author:
Rosalie Stanton is a multi-published erotic romance author, with emphasis in paranormal and urban fantasy. A lifelong enthusiast of larger than life characters, Rosalie enjoys building worlds filled with strong heroes and heroines of all backgrounds.
Rosalie lives in Missouri with her husband. At an early age, she discovered a talent for creating worlds, which evolved into a love of words and storytelling. Rosalie graduated with a degree in English. As the granddaughter of an evangelical minister, Rosalie applied herself equally in school in the creative writing and religious studies departments, which had an interesting impact on her writing. When her attention is not engaged by writing or editing, she enjoys spending time with close friends and family.
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