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Interview and Giveaway with Isis Sousa

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?Hi everybody at Fangtastic Books! I am an illustrator and storyteller venturing in the path of writing Dark Fiction. I am Brazilian, but been living in Norway with my best-half since 2009. I have been a fan of Fantasy and Dark Fantasy since childhood and have always had love for books. I think my very artist nature has been the biggest kicker for me to write in the Dark genre, but also names such as Bram Stoker, Poe, Mary Shelley and Ann Rice were much of an inspiration


What is it about the paranormal, in particular vampires, that fascinates you so much?I always nurtured a fascination for the darkest aspects of life and what we do not know. Paranormal is perhaps “normal”, just that it is such a taboo to accept it that way. Regarding vampires, I prefer the classic type. I think vampires are mysterious, ominous, and romantic by nature. I also think they represent knowledge, as they have been around longer than us, mere mortals. I also like the “undead/dead” aspect of this particular archetype, for me, it adds beauty to the aesthetics.What inspired you to write this book?A dream. A weir dream I had over a decade ago, which revealed to me something terrible was about to happen – and it happened. I was in this place, which I call “Duskland” in the book. As I have experienced the atmosphere and the moods of that place, it was easy to put it in the world-building of “The Night of Elisa”. Another factor which compelled me to write the book was the dream of having my own illustrated fiction book published.
Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?I do all of the above and some more. It will of course work differently for each character and each story. One key thing and very particular is that I go very much for the sonority of the name, as I am interested and phonetics and languages.Is there a character that you enjoyed writing more than any of the others?This was a tough one! *grins* I think my two favorites are the protagonists Elisa and Leonhard, because I relate a lot to their personalities and traits, and also their flaws.


What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?

It may sound strange (!) but I have two favorite scenes. The strangeness comes to where they are located in the book. The first one is in the very beginning – when Leonhard brings Elisa to his mansion and watcher her asleep. The second is in the end, the last paragraph! ^.^What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?I have done some ‘acting’ if I can call it like that! I have mimicked the mannerisms of the characters, expressions, their accents, the way they move or walk… Such things. Of course, only when I am alone and no one can see me ^.^Can you tell readers a little bit about the world building in the book? How does this world differ from our normal world?The world building is mainly separated in two parts: Duskland, in the “astral” and Saint Edwidges’ Hills in our physical world. Duskland is a very beautiful, cozy and charming place; however, it is very melancholic, sad and overwhelming. Saint Edwidges’ Hills is a welfare society, a small town with the development of a big city. Both will be more explored in a prequel and sequel - which will be standalone pieces, as The Night of Elisa is not a series or trilogy.

Do any of your characters have similar characteristics of yourself in them and what are they?Yes, all my protagonists have some of my own traits and flaws, even though we differ so much. For example, Leonhard is an artist and – highly social – when he is the mood. Elisa has a sense of concern for others around her and she is a dreamer, and go after her dreams in a simple, quiet and “undetected” way.What are your guilty pleasures in life?Paint and paint more… And food! I am a sucker for cakes, ice-cream, desserts, and chocolate – anything-chocolate! I also love hot beverages and juices…
Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?I love reading in my bed ^.^ Never when I wake up, but always when I am going to sleep! I also love reading in the living-room sofa while listening to music! ^.^What can readers expect next from you?They can expect something different, that’s for sure. I have a bit unusual way of storytelling (writing- putting a book together). They can also expect genuine stories and artsy book layouts and interiors!Would you like to leave readers with a little teaser or excerpt from the book?Yes, this is great!  I’d like to leave you with the first book trailer (a new one is on the way!), t doesn’t have sound, but images speak for themselves… Also 3 mini excerpts, which readers can enjoy and share if they feel like! :) Thanks immensely for this great opportunity Roxanne, and thank you reader, for taking the time!Here you can watch the book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbPkkTUhMM4  
Where to find Isis Sousa: GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6573685.Isis_Sousa
The Night of Elisa Official Blog: http://thenightofelisa.blogspot.com
The Night of Elisa Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/thenightofelisa Where to BUY “The Night of Elisa”:LULU (Illustrated Paperback – 186 pages):
http://www.lulu.com/shop/isis-sousa/the-night-of-elisa/paperback/product-21628483.htmlAmazon (Non-illustrated Kindle edition):
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K3AZHUK

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1 - Original art (drawing) from the book, transformed into a bookmarker - signed by artist/author
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1 - Drawing/Sketching set with 7 pieces
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Writing Gay Romance Subplots in YA Lit

Writing Gay Romance Subplots in YA lit
“[Dimitri’s] eyes were rooted on Marcus, and Marcus, standing with his side to me, was staring right back.
“Lift the net,” Dimitri said.
Marcus shrugged. “Make me.”
Dimitri’s eyes flashed. “Don’t play games with me, Marcus, I mean it.”
“Who said anything about games? Do you want them freed? Bring. It. On.”
Bam!—Dimitri appeared in front of Marcus. “Bring it on? Okay. You asked.” But instead of pushing, hitting, kicking or tackling him, Dimitri smiled, laid his arms over Marcus’s shoulders, leaned forward and kissed him. . . .”

Lethed (Guardian of the Angels, book II)

Being a firm advocate of equal rights, a proud supporter of the LGBT community, and a writer of contemporary gay fiction, it went without saying that I’d have a gay romance subplot in my Guardian of the Angels trilogy too.
Love has no boundaries; there are many different types of love stories out there in the world and I wanted to bring in that diversity into my Guardians series as well.
What is really important to me writing Marcus in Guardian of the Angels is that he is not just a walking sexuality. He’s a person. He has worries and hopes, and he cares deeply for his friends, and he struggles with the demon curse that runs through his veins. He has a past and an unknown future and he tackles many of the same moral dilemmas as Sylva and other characters in the Guardian world. He is a guy with the goal to accept and love himself, a guy who keeps fighting despite the obstacles.
Also important to me is showing how Marcus and Dimitri slowly fall in love and how they overcome the challenges that are imposed on them. I love a good happily ever after, but it certainly feels more satisfying when the characters have been tested first; have proven their love for the other, and shown us that these guys will make it through anything.
I got asked (out of curiosity) recently if I would censor my scenes that showed Marcus and Dimitri intimately more than my scenes with Sylva and Attic. Well, I intend to write a blog post about my views on sex in YA lit coming up later in this book tour, but I’ll say here that this question made me sad. Why would I censor one more than the other? Why should I? Both relationships are equally beautiful and any intimate moments stem out of love and further the story. So my answer was: no, I would not censor intimate scenes differently. That being said, my storylines are romances and not erotica so I won’t delve into pages and pages of detail. But yes, in the third book that I am currently writing, Marcus is also a viewpoint character, and there are a couple of, I believe (and hope), touching, intimate moments between them.
As well as Marcus’s subplot, I am also currently working on a spin-off novelette that features Leah and her romance with Audrey. This is set before Veined and Lethed, and it gives us a snippet of her life in the early to mid 1800s in rural Europe. The first part can be found on my website and over the next few months as I continue to work on Phoenixed, the third Guardian of the Angels book, I will be adding to her story. I very much enjoy writing about Leah—she’s a strong woman, and I can’t wait to write the big “meet” scene where she first sees Audrey!
Thank you, Fang-tastic Books for hosting me here on your blog. And thank you all for reading! I’d love to hear your thoughts on gay romance subplots in YA lit. 
VeinedGuardians of the AngelsBook IAnyta Sunday
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
ASIN: B005J1L41Y
Number of pages: 446 pages
Word Count: 85000 words
Cover Artist: Caroline Wimmer Streiflicht Fotografie
Book Description:
It could be worse for Sylva Lark. She could be dead. A coma was nothing to that. Or her family moving across country for the treatment, leaving her with a big blue mark on her back.
She can handle it.
Mostly.
Except the mark glows and tingles, especially whenever transition helper Atticus Plot (Attic) is close by. She suspects he’s hiding something, and when she stumbles across a torn body bearing the same spiral marking as her own, that suspicion is confirmed.
After a few shaves with death, the truth finally comes out and the battles begin.
But not all her fights are external; her biggest one is the decision she has to make between doing the right thing for the world and giving up her beloved family for good.

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LethedGuardians of the AngelsBook IIAnyta Sunday
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
ASIN: BOOB8CKHRK
Number of pages: 418 pagesWord Count: 75000 words
Cover Artist: Caroline Wimmer Streiflicht Fotografie
Book Description:
Sylva Lark made her choice.
Now she has to adjust to Guardian life. Training. Killing demons. Controlling her powers.
If only giving up her family wouldn’t hurt so damn much, . . . and if there wasn’t a strange attraction to the betrothed Prince Atticus she just met . . .
Amongst murder and mayhem, and toeing an unclear line between right and wrong, Sylva and her fellow Guardians must find a way to secure Eirene.
But it’s not easy going up against underworld Queen Furie when those on Sylva’s side are hiding secrets . . .
Will they succeed in protecting the home of the angels? Or will they fail, submitting the heavens to the fate of Furie?
And will Sylva and Attic ever remember what they mean to each other?
Or will they stay forever Lethed?
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About the Author:
A born and raised New Zealander, Anyta Sunday has been exploring the literary world since she started reading Roald Dahl as a kid. Inspired, stories have been piling up in her head ever since. Fast forward to her mid-twenties and jump a few countries (Germany, America, and back again), and she started putting pen to paper. When she’s not writing or chasing her kid around, she’s reading, hiking, watching a Joss Whedon series, attempting pilates, or curling up with her two cats. Updates on her projects can be found at anytasunday.com.
Website: www.anytasunday.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/anytasunday
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5155341.Anyta_Sunday

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Confessions of a Sex Fiend Series by Rayven Godchild

Confessions
There’s something captivating and alluring about confessions. Imagine you and your best friend sitting down on the couch, ready to munch on popcorn and watch some ridiculous movie rated B for barf (but a must see because you both love it). Then he - or she - turns to you with eyes glistening from the tears ready to tumble down their cheeks. They say these words, “I have something to tell you.”
Well…
Popcorn and movie be damned. You’re apt to want to know what in the world they have to say. What do they have to share, to confess to you? Until they tell you what it is, your heart rattles anxiously in your chest, breaths shallow from anticipation…the need to know.
That was the thrill of writing each of Chancellor’s confessions. His character grew quickly from a seed planted in my mind during Indie Romance Con 2013, developing into a man full grown with some interesting sexual escapades to share.
Each story, each with its own theme, was a joy to write. As much as I love writing, I must admit that penning Chancellor’s confessions was so much fun.

Readers can discover the confession-fun as well by getting their copy of Confessions of a Sex Fiend boxed set. With Tasting Cherry, let the steamy fun begin.
Confessions of a Sex Fiend SeriesBoxed SetRayven Godchild
Book Description:
On the path to earning his degree in mechanical engineering, Chancellor Baltimore, geek-extraordinaire, experiences a detour of a lifetime. He discovers his inner sex fiend and an incurable yearning to be the fantasy, bring the pain, and ensure unbridled pleasure for his clients. But even he experiences a bump in the road. 
In Tasting Cherry, everyone has a first time.
In A View to Ecstasy, it’s so much more fun when there’s more than two in the tango.
In Retreat Bound, there’s pleasure in the pain.
And in Bound to Collide, Chancellor experiences a collision course that is inevitable.
Let’s enjoy these tales of a sex fiend as Chancellor continues to break the rule that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Shhhhh! Don’t tell anyone. They will be our little secrets…
Book trailer link: http://youtu.be/4IOSgOYpvY8Music by Kevin MacLeod

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Excerpts:
Tasting Cherry ~
I grabbed Cherry by the arms and pulled her close. I hadn’t suspected those details. Honestly.I thought back again to my first time with Denise. She spent hours gently nudging me from the awkward, nervous nipple sucker to a skilled clit-manipulator, G-spot hunter, and dick-dunker.Still wrapped in my arms, I led Cherry to the kitchen table. “You probably feel ashamed, right?”She nodded.“Embarrassed, too, huh?”She nodded and sniffled. “My mom didn’t talk to me for days. I wanted her to understand I was just curious, you know. I’ve been this goody-two-shoes girl all my life. I mean, it was just a cucumber. Then I thought, you know, some guys have their first time with professionals. Why can’t I? I just want to know…to feel…be filled…” Her breath hitched and she shook within my hold.So close in each other’s space, I breathed in her heady scent of fresh berries. Something else teased my nose; a light sweet vanilla that damn near made my mouth water. I wedged my finger under her chin and tilted her face to mine. I looked into those pools of green innocence as they stared back at me, pleading with me to take the ignorance away, to turn the curiosity into fulfillment.Refusing wasn’t even an option. Every part of me amped up to… Blow. Her. Fucking. Mind.Leaning forward, I grazed my lips across hers, whispering, “Don’t ever be ashamed or embarrassed by your sexuality.” I cupped a hand to the back her neck, feeling shivers trail through her as I nibbled her ear and whispered again. “Mr. Baltimore’s going to take it all away, Cherry-baby.”She sucked a breath through her teeth. “Please…take it…please…”
A View to Ecstasy ~
“Do you need to stop?” I asked.“Hell no, Baltimore,” Marie answered. Sugary-sweet Snickerdoodle breath filled the space between us. “I can still move. I’m not done until you both break me in two.” A lust-filled grin kissed her lips. She flicked her tongue at me.I flipped her around so she faced her husband. Her nipples jutted firm, dark and delicious like chocolate chunks, body ready for another rough fuck. I tore the condom wrapping with my teeth, pushing the latex free from the bottom of the package. With one-handed-experience, I rolled my helmet on, gripped Marie by the hips, and held her high above my cock. After one good bounce on the bed, I was thrusting upward into her leaking entrance.She tossed her head back in ecstasy, pleading for me to fuck her harder.
Retreat Bound ~
“You’re late, Mallory.” His voice, so beautiful to my ears in that just-above-a-baritone kind of vibe, signaled disappointment. I caught his gaze then cast my look downward. His smoky dark eyes were lust-filled and held a glint of mischief. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”I watched his shadow wave in dismissal of my words. “It will. You have certain obligations.” He paused, his voice husky as he spoke again. “But you know what this means.”My nipples hardened and ached in anticipation. The first few times he’d practiced punishing me at my place, it went so well a couple of the neighbors thought something bad was happening. They had no clue my screams of pain were expressions of blissed out pleasure. Unlike my last Dom, Master Baltimore didn’t like the ball gag. He said it took away the music; that hearing me vocalize the joy and pain he brought me was kin to Mozart hearing his masterpieces conducted and played to perfection. So he turned one of the empty retreat rooms into his very own playground. I’ve been coming and cumming ever since.“To me,” he commanded.I glanced back at him, stuck in place by the need seething in his eyes. The hunger…
Bound to Collide ~
Warm fingers splayed upon my back, pressed firm, crushing me to his chest with reckless abandon.  His strong arms held me so close I dared not do more than grasp a hold of him and cling for dear life.We shuffle-kissed to the bottom of the stairs. We’d barely made it up to the single curve in the stairs, before he broke the kiss, huffing out, “I can’t.”“Can’t what?” My breasts swelled in his presence. My nipples ached for his touch. I needed the full length of him drilling into the depths of my pussy. What was with the ‘can’t’?A glint shone in his eyes. I should’ve known better than to question him. “I can’t wait,” he growled. He peeled my slacks and panties off in one fell swoop. The clothes pooled in a heap at the foot of the stairs.


About the Author:
Rayven Godchild is an author of erotica/erotic romance short stories, novels and novellas. Her first published work appeared in a fit of obscurity during a tumultuous time in life. That story, Secret Lilies, will see the light of day again with a lot less stress and a lot more joy surrounding its republication in the very near future.
Currently, the Confessions of a Sex Fiend short stories are working their way out into the world, with the first one, Tasting Cherry, as Rayven’s re-debut as an author. A View to Ecstasy and Retreat Bound are available. Bound to Collide is the final confession, but certainly not the last the world will hear from Chancellor Baltimore.
Here are some places you can find Rayven:
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Temptation by Fire by Tiffany Allee on Sale for .99

Temptation by FireTiffany Allee
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Entangled Ignite
ISBN: 9781622662005ASIN: B00H6ETDTC
Number of pages: 201Word Count: 78,000
Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
Book Description:
When Ava has a vision of a man's violent death, experience tells her she can't stop it from happening. For once, she's wrong. She saves him, but in doing so enters a world of manipulative demons and the men who hunt them.
Driven by the memory of his murdered family, Karson toils in the violent, thankless fight against demonkind. Masquerading as humans, demons are always a step ahead. But just when he thinks vengeance will be his, Ava shatters his plans and twists his focus.
Her powers have pushed her away from human contact, but this tattooed hunter with a battered heart draws Ava in. Working with the pretty little psychic is a challenge Karson can handle. But keeping his hands off of her is nearly impossible. With demons on their trail and Ava determined to make things right, keeping his heart safe will be just as tough as keeping Ava alive.
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Excerpt, Ava’s POV: “So who are these Venators? Are they like some sort of demon-hunting organization?” I asked.“They’re like a need-to-know organization,” Karson said.“I haven’t held anything back from you.”He shrugged and his hand dropped from my shoulder. “I’m trying to help you. That doesn’t give you the right to know everything about me.”I opened my mouth to argue but he held a hand up, and his index finger touched my lips. The gesture was meant to shut me up, and it worked. In that moment every thought flew from my head. There was only him. The intense look in his eyes. The roughness of his skin on my mouth.The immediate need that curled in my stomach.What would it be like to be with a man like him? Rough and wild and freaking amazing, that was my bet. My body ached to find out. The rest of me knew better.“You need to hide for a while. Then you can go back to your normal life. Promise me.”With a quick jerk of my head, I promised.Tension flowed out of him visibly, and a small smile touched his lips. “Good.”And if I hadn’t already convinced myself that he was probably right, that laying low couldn’t hurt, his next words would have.

“Please don’t go back on your promise. Don’t make me watch them kill you.”
About the Author:
CPA-turned-romance-author Tiffany Allee used to battle spreadsheets in Corporate America, and now concentrates on her characters’ battles to find love. Raised in small-town Colorado, Tiffany currently lives in Phoenix, AZ, by way of Chicago and Denver. She is happily married to a secret romantic who tolerates her crazy mutterings.
She writes about ass-kicking heroines and the strong heroes who love them. Her work includes the suspense-driven From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency series which revolves around a group of paranormal cops solving crimes and finding love, and Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid, a lighthearted paranormal romance (Entangled Publishing).
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Guest Blog and Giveaway Savannah Sacrifice by Danica Winters

Secrets of Savannah SacrificePost Two
All right… It’s post #2 in the blog tour!!!
For those of you who haven’t followed: The time has come to celebrate the release of the fourth novel in the award-winning Nymph Series, Savannah Sacrifice!  As part of the celebration, I have decided to do something a little different on this blog tour. On each guest blog stop (where a guest blog is requested), I will be giving readers a song and a secret about the book!
Trust me, this book carries many, many secrets. Some of the secrets are fun, some are deliciously wicked, but guaranteed you will love them all! So, grab a seat, remember to follow (and put in for the giveaways) and get ready to learn more about Savannah Sacrifice! In addition to a secret, I’m also going to be sharing a song that played a part in the creation or acted as a theme when writing the novel.


Please feel free to leave me a comment. And if you’ve read the book and it has made you think of a song (or something equally amazing), leave me a comment! I will be stopping by each stop, and I will post each participating entry on my Facebook/Twitter page!
(You can learn other secrets about Savannah Sacrifice by checking out earlier guest posts!)
So have fun!
Today’s Secret:
The Bonaventure Cemetery, a major setting in Savannah Sacrifice, is reported to be one of the most haunted places in the entire country. While researching the book, I came across a few pictures of one of their reported ‘ghosts.’ My favorite, a ghostly dog, made an appearance in the book at the side of with my other favorite ghost*, Gracie Watson! *Side note to this secret: I believe in ghosts! Do you?

Today’s Song:
Today’s song is a bit darker than the last post, but it was a key song when I started looking for characters to build and weave into the story. I loved the line: “Only one sure way to bring the giant down…”
From there it was easy to write a story about enlisting ghosts in bringing down an enemy!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvsMPOfblfg
Here’s a lighter one! I hope it makes you tap your foot! :-)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m9We2XsVZfc
I am looking forward to seeing you at the next stop!
Thank you for all the love and support,Danica Winters


Savannah SacrificeNymph SeriesBook 4Danica Winters
Publisher: Crimson RomanceLength: 56k words
ISBN-13: 978-1-4405-7971-4ISBN- 1-4405-7971-7ASIN:
Book Description:
Answers that she must find… A truth that he can’t escape…And ghosts up to no good…
Being a demi-god has its privileges. For the young nymph, Starling Jackson, it means the gift of seduction and more than that—near immortality. Yet, when her life is filled with spirits, immortality may not be all it’s cracked up to be.
With the help of her bodyguard, Jasper Gray, and secret books left to her by her late-mother’s friend, she may have found the answer to all of her problems.  First, they must find a way to locate the books in their enemy’s hotbed all while staying safe and most importantly—without falling in love.
In the battles between the head and the heart and enemies and friends, tough decisions must be faced—and sacrifices made.
About The Author:
Danica Winters is a bestselling author of over ten books.  She has won multiple awards and is known for writing books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and occasionally a touch of magic. Most recently, Danica was the winner of the 2013 Paranormal Romance Guild’s Book of the Year Award and currently a finalist in the Chanticleer Reviews and Media Paranormal Book of the Year competition for her paranormal romantic suspense novel, Montana Mustangs.
When she’s not working, she can be found in the wilds of Montana testing her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and painting are not her thing).  She always believes the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.
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Guest Blog and Giveaway Black Widow Witch by A.J. Locke

For my guest blog I thought it would be fun to do a short character interview with Malachi, the main character of my novel, Black Widow Witch, so you could get to know her a little bit. Here goes!
1.     What do you do on your days off?
I really only have one day off, Sunday, and I spend it hanging out with my fellow cursed witch friends. We tend to gather at Iliene’s shop to avoid the tension that comes with a bunch of cursed witches hanging out in public. Especially when one of us is just a floating head.
2.     If you weren’t a bartender what would you be doing for a living?
Well, you could say bartending is all I know because even back in the witch’s world, the Aeverneath, I tended bar. My strongest magic skills run towards manipulating liquid so bartending seemed a good fit. It’s fun watching people do crazy things after they have one of my drinks. Well, it was fun until queen Solenne saw what I could do and forced me into her service.
3.     Favorite time of day?
Night time, it’s just a more mischievous time of day isn’t it? Not that I go getting into mischief. Not since that whole affair with the queen’s favorite lover thing…
4.     What do you really think about humans?
A lot of them are unnecessarily hostile but that hostility is mostly born from fear of the fact that there are cursed witches living among them. I can understand that to a certain point but it’s not easy living in world where everyone seems to be against you. But not all humans are like that though, the patrons of my bar sometimes want to get too close. Then there’s a certain Shadow Officer named Julian who is certainly different from every other Shadow Officer I’ve had.
5.     What do you miss most about the Aeverneath?
My home, my grandmother, my bar. Knave.
6.     Favorite color?
Cerulean and Teal
7.     Favorite food?
Roast chicken, fried potatoes, and melted cheese on toasted bread – the way they are made in the Aeverneath. The human versions aren’t bad though.
8.     Favorite song?The Ballad of Broken Dreams. I love any time Xiune can get Lurain to sing it with her.
9.     Boxers or briefs on men?
That’s really not a question I should be thinking about.





Black Widow WitchA.J. Locke
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Etopia Press
Date of Publication:  May 15th, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-941692-09-7ASIN: B00KD43GUY
Number of pages: 239Word Count: 88k
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Book Description:
A deadly curse, a deadly assassin, and one shot to save everyone she loves…Malachi Erami can’t fall in love. After she’s caught with Knave, the witch Queen’s favorite lover, she’s cursed to savagely butcher any man she falls for. Exiled to live among humans, Malachi runs a bar that serves magic-laced drinks, but since her curse labels her high risk, she’s also closely monitored. Julian Vira is her latest babysitter, but he’s also the first man since Knave that she’s been attracted to. Good-looking and nonjudgmental of her horrible curse? Yeah, he’s hard to resist.
But when Malachi finds a body behind her bar, she knows she’s in trouble. If the Witches Control Council gets wind of it, she’ll be accused of murder and sent to her death. And when her friends start getting framed for murder, she realizes she’s not the only target. Malachi and Julian dig into the evidence to clear her name, but the closer they get to answers, the closer the curse comes to taking over. So when Malachi uncovers a plot to kill the witch Queen, she finds herself suddenly recruited into service, with the promise of having her curse lifted and a reunion with Knave as well. But if she fails, Knave will die. And she and Julian might not live long enough to see that happen.


Excerpt- Chapter One
Today was the anniversary of the worst day of my life, and I’d been trying to forget about it by consuming a vast amount of booze. The fact that I owned a bar greatly helped with that endeavor, and the fact that I was drunk was an accomplishment, since witches weren’t easily susceptible to alcohol. Humans were onto something with this whole drinking-to-forget-one’s-crappy-life thing.Behind the bar, I poured a shot for an eager customer. Amaretto, Southern Comfort peach liqueur, and sweet-and-sour mix went into the glass, then I held my hand over the drink and let a stream of purple magic, the same color as my eyes, flow into it. The drink glowed purple for a few seconds, then I handed it to the customer, who drank it with no hesitation. After slamming the glass down, he grabbed the tipsy woman who’d been hanging on him and gave her a sloppy kiss, then led her out of the bar. I smiled and shook my head. The magic I’d put into the shot, aptly named Piece of Ass, would ensure they didn’t leave the bedroom tonight.Somewhere in the room I heard riotous laughter, and above that the voice eliciting that laughter. Xiune was having a good night for a change and wasn’t holed up in my office. Though since she was just a head inside a clear acrylic box, it was understandable that sometimes all she wanted to do was hide.“Malachi, darling!” Xiune called. “Seven handsome young men have requested the Challenge!” I smiled slyly. I loved administering the Challenge.“It’s time for the Seven Deadly Sins Challenge!” I announced, filling up eight shot glasses with vodka, one of which I downed. “Which sin will it be and what will its victim do?” People shouted their guesses while I sent tendrils of magic into the shots. My magic sparked like tiny bolts of lightning, and like the shot I had just made, the liquid briefly glowed purple. I focused on one of the glasses and started whispering a spell, channeling the essence of one of the seven deadly sins through my body. For a brief moment, my body became flushed with a feeling of ravenous desire, then it flowed out of me into the shot glass. I felt rather charged and wondered if this had been the right sin to choose tonight. But hey, I was drunk, and I kind of wanted to see someone suffer. Misery loves company right?I levitated the shot glasses onto a tray and sauntered over to the table where Xiune was entertaining the men who thought they were up for the Challenge. With her flawless complexion, golden eyes, and vibrant red hair, Xiune didn’t need a body to be beautiful. I’d known her when she had one though, and if she’d been sitting there in all her glory, she’d have every man kneeling at her feet. Her allure was only heightened by the fact that she was a bodiless beauty who used her magic to float herself around in a box. The box wasn’t necessary for Xiune to move around, but she felt safer inside it when she was out in public. That way if a witch hater spat on her, she’d have a shield. It also prevented those on the other end of the spectrum, people who were fascinated by witches, from getting too close. I set the shot glasses down and motioned for the men to stand around the table. They looked like your typical college fare: unkempt hair, sagging pants, and some sort of ironic or sports themed T-shirt. High-fives and shit talking all around.“Now boys,” I said, leaning forward on my forearms, giving my cleavage time to shine. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? One of you is moments away from experiencing a sin you may or may not enjoy.” They assured me they were man enough to handle any sin, and I smiled. The fun thing about the Challenge was that everyone handled it differently. One man caught with gluttony had run across the street to McDonalds, spent over a hundred dollars on food, then sat on the floor and gorged himself. A woman under the same gluttony spell had tried to eat her friend’s purse.“Let’s hope it’s lust and let’s hope it’s me,” one of the men said, winking at me. He stood a couple of inches over six feet, had brown hair and a lanky physique. If he started spending time at the gym, maybe his lame come-ons would give him more luck getting laid.“Honey, I would eat you up,” I said with a slow smile. Normally I would never have said such a line, but all the alcohol I had consumed was speaking for me. He probably had no idea how true those words were though, because his smile never wavered. However, for a moment after I spoke, I saw another face in place of his, and it cut through my drunken haze like a knife. I gasped, and he must have thought that was a sign he had a chance with me, because his smile became more lascivious. Lucky for him, he did nothing for me.“Malachi, let’s get this show going.” Xiune slid her box over to nudge me, and I shook my head and turned back to the waiting crowd.“All right, it’s about to go down!” I yelled. “For anyone who hasn’t witnessed the Challenge before, I’ll explain how it works. One of these shot glasses is infused with the essence of one of the seven deadly sins, and the recipient will be overcome with that sin for the next half hour, while the others will experience the most euphoric feeling they’ve ever experienced from a shot of alcohol.” I motioned for the men to pick up a glass, and Mister Flirtatious had one more wink for me.“Gentlemen, take your shot of sin!” They took their shots to the head. When they slammed their glasses down, every eye in the room was on them. After about twenty seconds, one of the men—not Winky—suddenly gasped, whipped his head around, and bolted from among his friends to accost a mildly attractive woman standing nearby.“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” He shook her by the upper arms while she stared at him, mortified, as his friends tried to pry him off her. I brayed with laughter, as did Xiune and everyone else in the bar.“Oh god, I’m so horny. Someone please, fuck me!” He struggled against his laughing friends, trying to reach any female in sight, with his erection leading the way. Lust had been the winner tonight, and for the next thirty minutes this poor sap would be lusting after every woman he saw, whether she was twenty-eight or eighty-two. He even lurched toward Xiune, but she floated out of the way. Xiune was one sexy head in a box and had a mouth she could work wonders with. She often came out of her box to work those wonders on any willing man. There were more than you’d think.“Right sin, wrong guy, right?” brown-haired dude said to me.I rolled my eyes. “You and your friends will have your hands full for the next half hour. I suggest you hold on to him real good and don’t be surprised if he turns to one of you when it starts to look like he won’t be getting any women.”He laughed and pulled out his cell phone. “I’ll call his girlfriend, though she’ll probably be too pissed at him for doing this to alleviate his lust.” He left the bar to make the call, while the other five continued to hold on to their friend, laughing like they’d never experienced anything so hilarious in their lives. Some of the more mischievous or drunk women teased the guy by parading in front of him and doing dirty little stripper moves. Only his friends’ hold stopped him from tackling one of them and trying to rip her clothes off.I wasn’t afraid of things getting out of hand because I could break the spell any time I wanted. There was always a point where things stopped being amusing and started getting annoying. I left them and headed back behind the bar, while Xiune found another table of people to entertain. She was a wonderful songstress, and soon her melodic voice filled the bar as I went back to making magicked drinks. I glanced at my watch, noting that it was almost midnight, which meant the day was almost over. That didn’t actually mean anything though. The day passing didn’t mean I would forget the curse that was hanging over my life.“Hey, Malachi, can you pass me a knife?”“Knave?” I quickly turned to the busboy, James, who was bent over a box behind the bar.“No, I said knife,” he said. My throat was suddenly tight, but I reached under the bar, got a knife, and handed it to him. I stood back and ran my hands through my short black curls, blowing out a slow breath as I tried to rein in my reaction to thinking I had heard the name Knave. That was the name attached to the face I did not like to think about, but no amount of alcohol and rowdy college boys taking the Challenge could truly put him from my mind. I didn’t want to see Knave’s face, didn’t want to think about the hard muscles my hands used to slide over, following the planes of his body to his waist and not stopping until I touched something that arched his back and made him whisper my name. I didn’t want to think about the nights we’d spent wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling our hearts beating against each other. But of course, since his name crossed my lips, he was all I could think about.Falling in love with Knave was why I was cursed. And I could only blame myself. I should have known better than to take someone else’s lover to my bed. Especially if the woman crossed was a witch queen who was powerful, sadistic, and known to curse people just for sneezing out of place.
“Malachi? Excuse me, Malachi?” I blinked and brought myself out of my thoughts, turning to see that one of the other busboys, Dan, was trying to get my attention. He held a box of empty liquor bottles and needed me to move so he could pass. I shuffled out of the way, but thinking of Knave and my curse, along with all the beer and shots I’d drunk tonight, made me feel slightly unstable. Suddenly, the rowdiness in my bar wasn’t fun; it was obnoxious, and I wanted to get away from it. I headed through the door Dan had passed through, into the hallway that led to my office and the Dumpster out back. Halfway down the hallway, I heard a crash, followed by a scream. I ran through the back door, taking in several things at once that left me rooted to the spot. One, the revolting stench that went far beyond what our single Dumpster could give off. Two, Dan standing rigidly a few feet away with broken bottles scattered at his feet. And three, the thing that had caused him to drop the bottles and scream. Behind the Dumpster was a dead body.
About the Author:
A.J. Locke is an author and artist, originally from Trinidad, now residing in New York City. Black Widow Witch is her second published novel, and other than writing she enjoys reading, drawing, painting, graphic design, and watching too much television.
Blog: http://iqurae.blogspot.com/
Twitter:  @maqueripe
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Honey and Her Bear by Lynn Richards

Can you tell readers a little bit about yourself and what inspired to write in this particular genre?
Lynn Richards is the writing team of two best friends. That’s how we always describe ourselves, because it’s true. We’ve been writing for years—we won’t say how long, because that would be telling—our ages! We love the fact that we can now write our stories and publish them ourselves. We were always rebels bucking against authority and this allows us to be independent. As readers, we love the wonderful worlds that paranormal writers can create. As die-hard romantics, we love being able to combine both.
What inspired you to write this book?
Shifters are the hot new thing! No, really, shifters are HOT-T-T-T. Who wouldn’t want to read about them. And writing about them? It’s all the better—cause you really can make that alpha male do exactly what you want.
Please tell us about your latest release.
Honey and Her Bear features a curvy, sassy woman and a big old bear shifter that doesn’t know what’s best for him—Honey. We probably all have that one secret regret of not approaching the cute boy in high school, the bad boy in college, or the rugged looking man standing in front of us in a grocery line (yep, happened to one of us). Honey doesn’t want those regrets and sets out to do something about it. Derek has been a lone bear for too long. He’s afraid to allow a woman into his life and into his heart. Until Honey came along…
Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions
Funny you should ask. The names in Honey and Her Bear were given to our characters with tongue-in-cheek. Honey Potts, Derek Combs, Honey becomes Honey Comb…well, you get the idea. But seriously, we try find the rugged, masculine names that are somewhat unusual. Sometimes it takes some brainstorming and internet searching to find just the right name. Then, the character just kind of comes to life. A bad name can ruin a good story.
What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?
Honey is strong, female lead. She knows she wants Derek and she isn’t afraid to test the waters, so to speak. We’ve been raised in a society that says it’s not “acceptable” for a woman to make the first move on a man. Why not? We want to be like Honey, unafraid to reach out and grab some, umm, happiness.
“You shouldn’t be out here at night by yourself.”
Honey was pretty sure he could see the disdainful lift of her eyebrow with his shifter vision, but just in case he couldn’t she said, “I’ve lived in these woods and on this mountain longer than you have, bear. The day I don’t feel safe on my own back porch is the day I leave.”
“Times change, sweetheart. The world is filled with big, bad predators.”
She shivered as he spoke. He was the only big, bad predator around. And she wouldn’t mind a bit if he jumped on her.
“Now tell me about this farmers’ market. And what I need to do.”
You need to kiss me.
Honey placed her empty mug on the small table by the swing and cocked her head. Looking at him she wondered what he would do if she told him she wanted him. She wasn’t quite that brave, but she was brave enough for what she was about to do next.

Later, she told herself, she would question her sanity. Ponder why he called to her on a level she couldn’t explain. It was as if he was reaching out to her, telling her he belonged to her and her alone. Later, years after he was gone, she’d pull these memories out and they would warm her lonely nights. Because one day he would leave. And break her heart. She pushed the bleak thought away.
Tomorrow wasn’t here yet and the night shrouded them, making it seem as if time stood still. She had this moment and she was going to take it. She’d deal with the consequences of her actions later.
She stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on the underside of his chin, where his pulse raced. She fought the urge to suckle the spot, drawing him deep into her mouth. She did thread her hands through his hair and urge his head down.
“Honey.”
What is the most interesting thing you have physically done for book related research purposes?
Well, you do have to get those hand placements just right. What would be really fun would be doing research for a book where there are two werebear mates…
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? How do you deal with it?
I don’t know if you would call it writer’s block or just the universe laughing at you. Reality intrudes daily and it’s hard some days to get in “the zone.” Other writers will relate to this. It’s wonderful when you get up and go into another room and all of sudden a scene just “comes to you.”
When did you consider yourself a writer?
Sometimes we still don’t. We both work full-time jobs and are too afraid to leap off the mountain like Thelma and Louise. Cause, we don’t want the ride to end quiet so abruptly.
Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?
We know many readers will understand this—we like to read while watching TV. Don’t know why but sometimes you just have to have that back ground noise.
What can readers expect next from you?
We’re working on A Mate of His Heart – the follow up to Beauty and the Wolf and Bell and the Bear, a standalone book. We have big plans for Brigg’s story from McQuade and yes, sometime, somehow, Bite Me the follow up to Leader of the Pack.
Where can readers find you on the web?
We have an author page on Amazon and Goodreads. Our website, lynnrichardsromance.com, is a little behind the times, but we hope to rectify that soon. And as always, we’d love to hear your thoughts on our books—good or bad. Email us at lynn.richardsromance@yahoo.com

Honey and Her Bear Lynn Richards
Genre: Paranormal
Publisher: Wolf PublishingDate of Publication:  May 15, 2014
ASIN: B00KDICGBK
Number of pages: 154Word Count: 53,000
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Book Description:
There was nothing ordinary about Honey Potts. From the tips of her Very Berry Pink toenails to the top of her curly auburn head, and every freckled mouthwatering inch of abundant skin in between, she was a force of nature that made Derek’s head spin.
For an experienced bear shifter like him, that could spell big trouble.

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“I’m burning up,” she said matter-of-factly, the grin tilting her luscious lips full of wicked mischief. “I thought I’d join you for a swim.” Keeping her eyes on his face, she toed off her tennis shoes and put her hands on the bottom of her sunny top and began to inch it upward.
“Like hell you are.” He made a cutting motion with his hand. “Dammit woman, keep that shirt on or I’ll…”



About the Author:
Lynn Richards is the writing team of two best friends. They enjoy romance. Period. Their books always have a happily-ever-after. Writing is as necessary to them as breathing. Too bad that pesky thing called work interferes every day.

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My Top Ten Favorite Paranormal PowersDanube Adele
Reading a book where characters can suddenly whip out some crazy superhuman power is awesome. When written well with firmly established sets of parameters that I can predict, it’s easy for a reader to get sucked into a fantastically exciting new reality. Here are some of my favorite superpowers in no real particular order.
1.      Teleportation – I love when characters have the ability to transfer from one place to another instantly. In some books, vampires have had this ability, and in my own books within the Dreamwalkers series, there’s a substance that allows the characters to transfer to other planets! I had a blast creating a new world.
2.      Flying – How can this be beat? Superman has this covered. How many kids have dreamed of being able to fly? When I was a little kid, ages 4-7, I loved windy days because I would run with the wind flapping my arms trying to fly.
3.      Control of nature – In a Gena Showalter book, one of the characters had the ability to control the four natural elements through her emotions. I thought that was not only clever, but allowed the reader to participate while reading. You could predict what might happen along the way as you read from the character’s first person point of view.
4.      Strength – Ghostwalkers were humans that were experimented on in the world created by Christine Feehan. The soldiers had amplified strengths and abilities which made for great fight scenes with the bad guys.
5.      Shifters – I love reading stories where characters can shift from human to animal. To me, it represents the idea that we’re truly animals beneath our façade of civilization, and we need to let our wild spirits out.
6.      See the future – Nix, in the series Immortals After Dark, written by Kresley Cole, is a character who is so much fun to read. Her dialogue is completely random in the most genius way. We can see how she has a hand in shaping the lives of the other immortals in the Lore.
7.      Immortality – Especially in a paranormal romance, knowing that the characters are likely going to fall in love forever just seems entirely romantic. Added to that, they remain in their prime of life forever, but with the added benefit of wisdom that comes with age. Makes for interesting characters and exciting plots.  
8.      Spells – One of my good friends is Wiccan. How could I not appreciate stories where characters use the Goddess to do good in the world?
9.      Mindreading – This was one of my favorite abilities, partly because it’s one my characters use in the Dreamwalkers series. In this sci-fi, paranormal series, the ore, mylunate, found on the planet, Te`re, has the ability to create an instant wormhole from one place to another. It’s all very exciting as they can travel light years, not just miles, AND, a side effect of this substance is mindreading. The characters who grew up near deposits of this ore are born with the ability to dive into your thoughts and engage in telepathy. Very cool. Wish I could do this.
10.   Dreamwalking – Yet another of my favorite powers. Characters in my series can go into someone’s dreams and manipulate the scenery, so to speak. We first encounter this exciting ability in Quicksilver Dreams, Book #1 of the series, but it continues in Dark Summer Dreams as well, Book #2. You can imagine that in dreams, anything is possible.
What superpowers do you love to read about or would love to have?


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Dark Summer DreamsDreamwalkersBook 2Danube Adele
Genre: Paranormal Romance, New Adult, Sci-fi, Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Date of Publication: June 9th
ISBN: 9781426898457ASIN: B00I15VL5E
Number of pages: 341Word Count: 137,000
Book Description:
I freed him from imprisonment, only to become his pawn.
I, Shandria Langston, last remaining daughter of the leader of the Sunan, was charged with an impossible task. I had to rescue Kraggon Dragmor—sworn enemy of my people—from the death chamber. If I refused, our world as we know it would be destroyed.
Oh, but was he happy with my sacrifice? No. Instead of being properly appreciative of this selfless act, of being grateful that I tended to him through a deathly illness, the bastard’s kidnapped me. I’m “a symbol of retribution for his people.” The man has no heart.
I have only one advantage in captivity: I can read Kraggon’s thoughts. I know that he can’t afford to admit that I empathize with his people. He can’t afford to admit that I am more beautiful than any woman he’s ever seen, or allow me to fire his blood with every look…and he can’t afford to admit that he’ll do anything to save me, that I’ve become his heart.

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Prologue
Shandry, quit being so damn polite and just give a mad-ass Viking battle cry to the fucking world at large. You need to kick ass and take names. Seriously, it would be totally therapeutic.A Viking battle cry?I grinned at Taylor Lane, my new, somewhat warped, friend. Would I need to wield a large ax? Maybe do some raiding and pillaging of villages nearby?Smartass. She said it with affection before turning back to the rock wall she was painting.Can I see what you’re doing?Pausing, she gave me a narrow-eyed look and pointed her drippy paintbrush at me. Keep your Picasso-ey self over there. I don’t need a professional looking over my shoulder while I work. Get me all nervous. Make me mess up.Not even a peek?Will you give me a mad-ass battle cry right now?I half snorted my short laugh. Of course not.Then, no.Taylor’s dreamwalking visits were always a great time. I never knew where we would end up or what was going to come out of her mouth. Usually, it would be something shocking to my Sunan sensibilities, but I loved it. I needed it. She was completely outrageous without apology. Just being around her made me feel more daring. She represented possibilities, which felt like a lifeline to me at this point. And she was going to be part of the family soon.One day she’d popped into one of my dreams and said she was my brother’s new hottie, for, like, ever, and in a flash took me to Venice Beach where she said she lived with my brother. Not only was she joining with Ryder, but now she had all these new powers to harness, which allowed her to take us to the Gods’ plane when she visited my dreams. The downside was once I left this plane, I never remembered her until we returned.I’ve complained about this, of course, but she always says something like, I just do what I’m told, or even better, when she told me she was just being a tool. Somehow, the Gods control what she’s able to do because we haven’t officially met on the human plane. Yet.No, seriously, Shandry. Get up in people’s faces. Take a stand. Make them your bi-atch. I promise, you’ll be a lot happier. She said this matter-of-factly as she continued to paint the rock wall with a few large, sweeping strokes that looked quite dramatic from where I was sitting. I craned my neck to see if I could catch a peek, but she noticed what I was doing and gave me a stern look, shaking her finger at me.Well, fine, I grumbled good-naturedly. I didn’t want to see it anyway. But I really did. For some reason.Why in the worlds wasn’t she going to let me look? I tried to brush it off and focus on the last nonsensical word she’d uttered. Bi-atch. And this was… Nope. Didn’t get it.Okay, you’ve got me on this one. I shook my head. What does that even mean?It means you have to demand what you want, when you want it and put your foot in someone’s ass when they blow you off. You’re too nice.How can being too nice be wrong?You ask that? Really? Look in the mirror. She gave her own unladylike snort as though I were being obtuse.First of all, I have no mirrors, and second, that makes no sense.Taylor gave me a knowing look. It makes perfect sense, and deep down, you totally get what I’m saying. You have too many resentful yeses in you when you need to find some good, coldhearted, queen of the kingdom no’s. When was the last time you got what you wanted?My sigh held exasperation.The lighthearted feeling I counted on with Taylor, the sense of fun and adventure, began fading around the edges. It was turning into something more serious and real. If I’d wanted real, I’d be awake. Real life needed to remain in reality, not follow me into my dreams.Forcing a smile and a light tone, I tried to get this little interlude back on track. Everything’s great. My art is coming along. I’m doing the best work I’ve ever done. I’m trying new mediums. There was this block of marble that—She shook her head, already smacking my words down.You’re alone living in the middle of nowhere. You have no friends. You don’t get to meet anyone. You talk to no one other than your little animal buddies and Dreya. Don’t get me wrong, I love your grandmother to death. She’s a lovely woman, but you’re too young to let your family limit your interactions to a woman in her seventies. I bet you’ve never even thought about what kind of guy you’d like to meet! As she hammered each point home, my smile fell by degrees until I was frowning. That’s just not true. But it was. The familiar burn of resentment slapped at me, and as always, I did my best to tamp it down. There was no way to fix my situation, but it was getting harder to accept.I wanted more. My life had felt flat and colorless for a long time. Nothing ever changed.Images of experiences I desperately wanted fluttered rapidly through my mind like I was thumbing a well-loved book: the warmth of spontaneous laughter with good friends; shopping with a confident, carefree spring to my step while not having to look over my shoulder in fear; travel to new and exotic places, and the heart-pounding excitement of romance. Meeting someone. A first kiss. What kind of guy would I like?I thought of Sixteen Candles and Jake Ryan, when the theme music plays in the background and he’s standing there just waiting for Samantha at the end of the movie. That one still had the power to make my heart ache for what wasn’t happening in my life.There were so many things I didn’t understand. Too innocent. Too unknowing. Wasn’t twenty-five too old to have so much to learn? At some point, innocent became flat out ignorant. And the years were now ticking by. Before long, I’d be twenty-six, then twenty-seven. What about my life?I’d seen pictures and books and movies that Ryder brought me from Earth. Taylor had taken me places during our dreamwalking dates.But what I craved more than anything was for my life to have meaning. I needed a place to belong. Who counted on me for anything of importance? Who needed my opinion on important matters? No one. Who needed me for any kind of responsibility? Who counted on me to get things done that affected others in serious ways? No one. Did I do anything of significance that was crucial to anyone else? Not at all. No responsibility for my own life. I may as well still be a child.You’re missing out on some important life experiences, Shandry.Didn’t I know it? I forced my smile back in place and tried to ignore the burn of frustration over what I couldn’t control and repeated to her what I’d repeated to myself, over and over, using a light tone as though that would make it more convincing somehow.I think you’re exaggerating. Everything is great. I really like being on my own, in my own place. There’s no one else I need to worry about or check in with, I go for long walks in the forest, and I work in my garden. I help my grandmother harvest her sele` flower crop in the fall, and it’s kind of funny, but part of the reason my art is selling in the market place is because I’m so reclusive and mysterious. It’s beautiful. Certainly. I’ve worked hard. Incredibly hard. It’s taken me years to reach the level of mastery that I’m at, but my art is also the only evidence of my existence. Who knew that would help? I couldn’t be busier or more fulfilled. Orders are coming to me from all over the nation through the encrypted messaging system, the EMS, Ryder set up for me. Too much to do. I don’t have time for anything else in my life. I’m very content.As I actually said these words outside my own head, even I could say it sounded like blah, blah-blah, blah-blah—a bunch of excuses. But it wasn’t. Not really. It was survival.Taylor threw me a frown. You are a fraud. Being introverted is a natural state of being for some people. It’s a front for you. It’s fake. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You need to find you.I huffed a sigh, negating what she was saying. She didn’t understand. I couldn’t let myself go there. You don’t get it, Taylor. It doesn’t even matter. You know what’s important? I’m right here. I’m happy, healthy and safe. I’m lucky to live in the middle of a beautiful place. Have you been to the Blue Sage Forest? It’s gorgeous. What can I really complain about?Shandry—Taylor, I’m a target. Our enemies want me dead, and I still managed to carve out my own space in this blasted world. I practically had to give a blood oath and install all kinds of security measures to move, but that’s part of the price. Did you know that when I was a kid, there were attempts on my life? The fear of those moments was still fresh, and my heart skipped, remembering. I took a breath to calm it. My isolation keeps me and others safe. I have to stay out here, Taylor. There are no other options.Besides, I’d asked my father if I could go to Earth last year, and he hadn’t let a second go by before stating in his no-nonsense voice that it would be impossible to keep me safe there. When would the threat be over?Tamp tamp tamp. Tamp it down. There’s nothing you can do. Don’t drive yourself insane. I watched the movement of her paint strokes, which was kind of soothing and let me catch my breath. I didn’t want to get mad at Taylor over this stupid stuff. She didn’t deserve that from me.There are always options, Taylor finally offered cryptically and resumed painting. She must have noted the tension in my voice because she gave me a moment before adding, My friend, you have got to find your inner badass bitch-on-wheels.We’re not all made like you, Tay. I tried to say it teasingly, recapture the lightness of spirit we’d started with, but my smile was having a hard time coming back. You are one of a kind. And she was. Cute and strong and sure of herself, she was fearless when it came to speaking her mind. I envied her that.Compliments will not distract me today. Wasn’t it Emerson that talked about giving a barbaric yawp over the mountaintop or something like that? She looked up thoughtfully, thinking hard on it. This was in Dead Poet Society. Made him yawp in class. Very cool. I loved that movie. Why can’t I remember? But anyway, you seriously need an attitudinal adjustment.An attitudinal adjustment?Yup. Attitudinal adjustment. I don’t go dream-hopping for nothing. You need me here, especially seeing as how this is a sensitive issue for you.I just didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Why couldn’t that be okay with everybody? I need an attitudinal adjustment? You need an attitudinal adjustment. You won’t even let me see what you’re painting.Taylor gave me a curious look. Why do you even need to see it?That gave me pause. I don’t know. I guess I don’t. But the painting was…calling to me? Reaching out to me? So dumb. I was definitely not going to say this out loud. What I need is some fun, Tay. What nasty medicine did you have to take today?Truth serum.I rolled my eyes and snarked, And it was Walt Whitman, not Emerson.Wow. She threw a quick, face-splitting grin at me. Love the attitude.I was being awful. I never talked this way, ever, and this was Taylor… Sorry. I’m not usually—I mean it! You need attitude in this life. Bring it!I took a deep breath, wondering why nothing made sense anymore. There was no reason for me to be resentful. There really wasn’t. What good was attitude going to do for me?Taylor saluted me with her paintbrush. Okay. I stand corrected. Whitman said it. Whatever. Some dead white guy said it, and the message is still valid.Okay. Fine. Whatever. I didn’t want to talk about this stuff anymore. Where are we now? Is this place on Earth?A strong breeze whipped the end of my auburn ponytail across my face, and I tilted my head back to enjoy the feel of the sun, needing a balm for my spirit. Usually I would have had to worry about exposure, having the blasted redhead’s everlasting curse of pale skin, but in this place, the Gods’ plane, nothing could hurt me.You brought me here,Taylor said succinctly as she concentrated on her painting once again, which had me scowling. She was being so difficult. It was just a painting. I took a deep breath, trying to refocus on the conversation, though my eyes felt like they were being dragged to what she was doing. Then her words caught me.I brought us here? I looked around with some confusion, about to deny it, but then paused. It somehow was connected to me. I sensed it.Someone did. I don’t know. I just know I didn’t. The Gods don’t always tell me what’s happening. I think I should lodge a complaint with management. I had to give it to her. Taylor was handling being an instrument of the Gods better than I would if I was only being handed bits and scraps of information. My grandmother suffered from the same problem. It meant anything could happen. There were no rules. Clearly.Normally I wouldn’t have been able to bring anyone to a place I hadn’t seen, yet here we were. It was a picturesque valley and we sat at the mouth of it, against the rocky slope. I wondered if this was all a figment of one of our imaginations (I hoped not) or if it was truly a place within the Sunan nation.Romantic, rocky crags jutted up behind us. Tall green grasses with yellow clover flowers swayed with the faint breeze in the valley before us, and the clear, blue sky blanketed us with sweet smelling air above us.To actually visit here would be grand, but I knew I never would, which frustrated me more than usual in this moment since Taylor had decided it would be a fabulous idea to start picking at my scabs, so to speak. I couldn’t just be normal and make my own decisions about things, now could I? It was all about keeping me safe. If I was even considering doing something out of my norm, all kinds of people would up and protest.But…there was cause.As usual, any hints of anger or resentment that cropped up I immediately smothered. Didn’t need to start that fire burning.Tamp, tamp, tamp. Things were as good as I could make them.What good would it do to feel frustrated? It only sapped energy from me, and there was no one around who would actually listen to a complaint. My father had wanted to protect me. I was lucky to have been able to live with my grandmother. When I felt old enough to need to be on my own, I’d made it happen. It was the one time I’d argued for my own life, and though it had cost me in some ways, I got what I wanted. My little home was far away on the outskirts, just beyond where our civilization claimed borders, in a secret place, but still close to Dreya. At least it wasn’t underground. There was no way I could ever return to living underground, which my father had initially tried to make me do.See? It was all for the better. There was nowhere else I could handle going anyway. There wasn’t another place I belonged…more. The frustration began to ease. I was able to take a deep breath of fresh air.Are we talking about Shandry? Asily gave me an artful smile as she suddenly appeared on a rock near mine. I heard you guys talking about shouting off the mountain top or something like that. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to lecture your sister on some serious shit, and you just up and left.Didn’t you see that little curly-haired toddler running? He asked me to chase him. Very cute. I lost him in the crowd.Nope. Didn’t see anything, I replied with a quick look around. Asily, there’s no one here.Of course there is! Asily laughed. Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t here. It’s actually very busy here. Can’t you feel them?Taylor was impatient. I feel lots of things.I don’t, I groused a bit sourly.Asily’s tone was more of an understatement that lost its lightness. Well, trust me. There’s a lot happening here these days.I was ready to tell them both they needed help, but realized that I was feeling a thread of something. I didn’t know what it was.  Taylor gave an as-I-was-saying look and continued, I was telling her to be more like a Viking and roar out her pissed-offness.I thought we were done with this, I grumbled.Who? Shandry?Asily laughed outright, which made me scowl at her. Shandry doesn’t have it in her to say boo at a mouse. In fact, she’d probably befriend it, start feeding it, and help it name its children. She doesn’t have a rude bone in her body. She’d never be able to shout off a mountaintop. Shandry’s always been the good one in the family.Gods bless it. That familiar twinge of resentment—ah, there it was—that I was trying to get rid of pinched at me once again, hearing the certainty in my sister’s voice. I had the sudden urge to shove her off her rock. I could be rude. I could be barbaric if I wanted to. I could yawp.Besides, I usually communicated with birds and squirrels, not mice.You are so wrong, Asily. She’s hiding out. I’m telling you. She’s playing possum or something. This isn’t who she really is, and I can’t wait to see the real Shandry stop denying herself and finally step forward to demand the life she really wants.You two are crazy, I said lightly, to sort of put the lid on the discussion, but Taylor just had so much to say. Bless the spirits.Not even. You, Shandry-girl, are spiritually clogged like nobody’s business. I know I sound all hippy-love-child fruity when I say this, but I can totally feel your energy. You, girlfriend, have some deeply seated emotional issues. Trust me. If there’s one thing I know about, it’s deep, emotional issues. Am I right, Asily?Taylor paused in her work to look questioningly over at my sister.Yes, you are right. You have deep emotional issues, Asily repeated dutifully.Taylor smirked. You’re a funny girl, Asily. I like that about you. But really, back a girlfriend up, here. Can’t you feel it? Shandry needs to just let it all go. Let it all hang out. She absolutely needs an attitudinal adjustment before she completely blows her lid.Tay, I don’t have the same gifts you have, Asily responded with a shrug. I can’t see the same things you see. As far as I can see, she’s just perfect. Her dark blue eyes contrasted dramatically with her blue-black hair. Glancing at me mischievously, she winked. She’d always been so striking, just like our brother, Ryder, and our father. I’d taken after our mother, who had milky skin and red hair. My eyes seemed to be my own. The palest blue.This is good counseling, Taylor groused as she continued her work. People usually have to pay good money for this. No kidding. So anyway, let’s not lose the point here. The point of this lecture is to help Shandry recognize that she is beautiful and talented and has a lot to offer the world. Maybe there was a time when you needed to hide, but that time is gone.I wished.But she doesn’t even like being around people, Asily offered. She only likes doing her art.Says who? Since when did I actually get the choice?I’m not buying it. Taylor turned to me again. We need to think of a way to let you open up more. It would be good for you.I gave an I-have-no-idea kind of shrug. At this point, I didn’t know what she was talking about.Taylor turned back to us with this sudden, huge smile. Okay. I have an idea. I dare you to yell “cocksucker.” And you can’t say it quickly or quietly. You have to say it with gusto and mean it.I’m not going to do that, I gasped, which had Asily grinning, which again, really bugged me for some reason. She was seriously close to getting that proverbial foot placed somewhere on her anatomy, just as Taylor suggested. Big sisters could seriously be pains.Watch. I’ll do it first. Taylor balled up her paint-brush-free hand into a fist for added support, took a deep breath and yelled as loudly as she could, Cocksucker!She made it echo three times down the valley and laughed with delight. See? From the diaphragm. Trust me! It’s absolutely freeing.I can’t say that. I shook my head with amused horror, though really, there was secret, sneaky part of me that was intrigued. Considering. Wouldn’t it be nice to show everyone, including my sister, there was more to me than just the good girl who did what she was told? I was tired of feeling so innocent and unknowing. I wanted to wipe that smile off Asily’s face.So many different combinations, it boggles the mind. Okay. Try this one, then. Fucking asshole. Or goddamn motherfucking asshole. Please? Pretty please?No. Dual feelings of humor and horror battled for precedence on my face.Part of me is just dying to hear this phrase coming from your mouth.But why?You’re just so innocent. You’re like this cute doll I had when I was a little girl. I swear. Her smile broadened. It feels like I’m corrupting Pollyanna.I could probably use some corruption. I’d spent too much time alone. Maybe Taylor was right. Something needed to change before I started going insane.I’m not even kidding, Shandry. You want to see a girl fall on the floor? Come up to me and tell me I’m a mother-fucking-cocksucking asshole, and I will be L-M-A-O, you hear me? It would be so Linda Blair from The Exorcist.I’d scared myself silly with that movie. My brother got me hooked on Earth’s entertainment out of some misplaced sense of guilt that he was somehow responsible for me being exiled. The problem was, he only brought me PG, or at the most, PG-13 rated movies, but I soon moved on to a few of the R without letting him know. I found a means of pirating—yes, I said it!— movies that I thought would be more interesting, not that I didn’t love The Lion King. Of course, this led to many more questions that I had no answers for. And probably a few nightmares as well…Taylor wasn’t finished being funny.She gave me an arch look.You know, there are other ways of letting off steam, and trust me, you have some steam to let off. Ever heard of porn?Porn? I frowned, shaking my head. I hadn’t heard the word before.Yeah, porn. Video images of people having loud, raunchy sex.Tay-lor! I gasped my surprise and felt my cheeks get hot. At the same time, I wondered if people were really having sex in a video or if it was, like, faked… I shut the thought down quickly. Was it wrong to be so intrigued? My desire to ask her questions about sex battled the natural Sunan reserve I’d grown up with.Disappointingly, I let my conservatism win out and gave her a good, miss-ish frown. I wasn’t ready yet. Just wasn’t ready to be so open with my curiosity.Really, Shandry! It’s very educational. Seriously. A good “O” can work wonders, let me tell you.Taylor—I’m not trying to get up in your business or anything, I’m just saying…Taylor flung some paint at me playfully from her brush.I shielded my face. I can’t believe you’re talking about this.You won’t remember anyway.I always end up remembering something of what we talked about even if I don’t remember you! It somehow ends up working its way into my life—Taylor looked like she’d just had a Eureka! moment. Well, shit. If that’s the case, I’m going to say you have to know your body. Go exploring. I’m not even kidding. Get naked, think of a hot guy, and see what happens next.Geez, Taylor. I am not going to have this conversation with you. I won’t.Go exploring? What did that mean? Touch myself? My mind secretly latched on to this. I was sure Taylor would answer any question I put to her, but I was too embarrassed to ask. So, I kept my mouth shut. Okay, okay. But someone needs to have this conversation with you. It’s time you learned about the birds and the bees.Asily suddenly narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the painting. A little more shadow on the left.I’m getting there, I’m getting there, Taylor grumbled good-naturedly, reluctantly turning her attention back to her painting on the rock wall. She got to work with a vengeance, then. Adding daubs here and there. Going back to outline this part or that part to make it darker, clarify lines and shapes.Don’t be a perfectionist, Asily complained.Don’t be a backseat driver, Taylor replied without heat, though she was looking up at the wall questioningly.What in the worlds are you painting? I needed to know.Truthfully, I’m not sure yet. Taylor looked up at her wall with uncertainty. I just work here, you know, and do as I’m told.Bless the spirits, Taylor. You’re just standing too close to it. Back up and take a look. And then get out of the way so we can all see. Asily suddenly hopped off her boulder and joined Taylor some distance away, looking at the image with her head cocked consideringly.Is he anyone you know? Taylor asked Asily.No. No one I know. Shandry? Asily beckoned me over.Finally! I jumped off my rock, and a few quick steps had me standing next to the two of them. I got my first full glance at the larger-than-life face Taylor had painted on the wall and felt my heart stutter wildly in my chest.He was beautiful. Striking. Strong, square jaw, full lips and an arresting pair of deep, soulful eyes that seemed to be looking just at me. Whispering to me. Reaching out to me. It was like he was there, somehow. The heat of his energy reached out to mine with provocative tendrils wrapping around me, pulling me in, beginning to warm me from the inside. With some fear, I wondered what was going on. I suddenly felt the need to catch my breath and still my madly pumping heart. I tried to pull back, strengthen my mental shield against him and breathe normally again.I—I don’t know him, I stuttered quietly, calmly, though my face was definitely heating up yet again. I wondered if Asily or Taylor knew what had just happened.Well, he’s a totally hot guy, Taylor offered. If I weren’t completely over the top for your brother, I’d be getting me some of that. Believe you me.Embarrassment complete. She knew. The heat to my cheeks only increased, radiating like a beacon.You don’t need to be embarrassed, Shandry. Taylor frowned at me. You’re a healthy, twenty-five-year-old woman who’s alone out in the boondocks.That’s silly, I protested, my voice sharper than usual. I’m perfectly content with my life.This time I agree with Taylor, Asily said quietly, her young face looking wiserthan her years as she studied my expression. You’ve put your life on hold long enough. It’s time.Time for what? I asked hesitantly, afraid I knew the answer.Time for you to wake up.


About the Author:
Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain.
Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took.
Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives in Claremont with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.
Her debut novel, Quicksilver Dreams, Book 1 of the Dreamwalker series, was released January 6, 2014, and Dreams of a Dark Summer, Book 2 of the Dreamwalker series, is set for release June 9, 2014. She’s currently working the next book in the Dreamwalker series, which is set to come out in December, 2014.
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Today we are celebrating the release of BURNING BRIGHT, the third full-length novel in the Ivy Granger urban fantasy series by E.J. Stevens.  Let's party!

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Burning Bright (Ivy Granger #3) by E.J. Stevens

Burning down the house...

Things are not going well at the offices of Private Eye. Jinx is having demon problems, the city is overrun with pyromaniacal imps, and Ivy's wisp powers are burning out of control, attracting the attention of both the Seelie and Unseelie courts.

Along came a faerie queen... It's the worst possible time for the Green Lady to call in a favor, but Ivy's bound by her deal with the glaistig. Too bad there's no wiggle room in faerie bargains.

Ivy must rid the city of imps, keep Jinx from murdering her one solid link to Hell, and fulfill her bargain with the Green Lady--with sidhe assassins hot on her tail.

Just another day's work for Ivy Granger, psychic detective.

Release Date: June 17, 2014
Genre:  Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
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Previous books in this series: Shadow Sight (Ivy Granger #1), Blood and Mistletoe (Ivy Granger #1.5), Ghost Light (Ivy Granger #2), Club Nexus (Ivy Granger #2.5).

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Book Excerpt #1 (Ivy gets wet.)
My first impression of Emain Ablach was that it was wet.  Very, very wet.  But I didn’t have much time to think about that fact.  I was too busy drowning.

I struggled to swim to the surface—wherever the hell that was—the weight of my clothes, leather jacket, and weapons weighing me down.  My lungs burned and my brain screamed at me to find a way out of this wet torment.  I needed air, badly.

I forced my eyes open, salt and whatever else was in the water burning like acid, but being able to see my surroundings didn’t help matters.  It did, however, make me glad for quick reflexes and muscle memory.

At the first sign of my assassin stalkers, back in a Harborsmouth alley, I’d grabbed one of my throwing knives.  I may not be able to throw it now, not in this water, but the pressure of the blade in my gloved hand made it easier to face the grinning corpses smiling back at me.

There were hundreds of them.

Bloated bodies in every state of decomposition drifted at the ends of seaweed infested chains that rose up from the ocean floor.  I would have assumed that the people on the ends of those chains were dead, a warning to anyone foolish enough to trespass here, except for the hands reaching outward and the curve of their rotting lips.

Grins like frightened, blue worms curled up toward vacant eyes.  The eyes, or what was left of them, were coated in a white film and looked as though they’d been nibbled on by grazing fish.  The chained corpses may not be able to see, but I had no doubt that they could sense my presence.  Their hands clawed at the water and their faces were all turned in my direction.  Perhaps they could scent me, like sharks on a blood trail.

Now that was a cheery thought.

I kicked away, trying to put more distance between myself and the grasping dead.  I recoiled as my boot hit something squishy.  Mab’s bones, I didn’t realize there was a chained corpse that close to where I swam.  I did not want to touch these things or the chains that bound them.  Those were visions I’d never survive.

The delay alone would kill me.

Heart pounding, I propelled myself upward, but I had a nagging suspicion that I wasn’t going to make it.  I’d sunk too deep into this watery hell.  Already my lungs burned and dizziness sent my head spinning like a ride on an otherworldly merry go round.  My limbs were cold and heavy and I could barely feel the knife in my hand.

How ironic would it be to die here, within spitting distance of a tree that grew magical apples capable of reviving the dead?

Air bubbles sprung from my nose and I fought not to breathe.  Inhaling water would mean my death.  I made one more sluggish stroke through the water and felt strong hands grip my waist and haul me upward.  I was sailing through the water, away from greedy hands and the hundreds of faces that grinned hungrily after me.

My rescuer was a strong swimmer and I doubted Torn would have gone to so much trouble to save me.  I felt a tingle of energy zing through my system, helping me to hold onto the slippery tendrils of consciousness.  Ceff, it had to be Ceff.

I gasped as my head broke the surface of the water, gulping air and choking on a mouthful of water.  I coughed up phlegm and who knows what else—with those corpses steeping down below, I didn’t want to think about it—and pushed wet, bedraggled hair from my face.  I was alive, but it wasn’t pretty.

I grimaced and pushed the floating evidence of my humiliating coughing fit away.  Ceff had a grip on my jacket, still helping to keep my head above the water’s surface.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

With his wet hair slicked back from large, dark green eyes and his chiseled jaw, he looked gorgeous.  He was completely in his element here, unlike his half-drowned girlfriend.

“I just swallowed a gallon of salty corpse tea and sea monkeys,” I said, a rueful grin on my face.  “I’ve been better.”


Book Excerpt #2 (Spiders, why does it have to be spiders?)
“Have you both lost your minds?” Torn asked.

“What would you have us do, leave them here to become spider food?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.  “Yes, exactly.  It’s the cycle of life, a beautiful thing best left alone.”

I shook my head.

“That could have been any one of us,” I said.  “Hold still, we’re here to help!”

The last I yelled at the cocoon.  I didn’t know if the person inside could hear me, or how far gone they were if they could, but I had to try to comfort them.  Plus, I really didn’t want to risk maiming the person I was trying to save.

“You have no idea what kind of monster is inside that thing,” Torn said.

I scowled at Torn.  No one deserved to be hung out like prosciutto and gobbled up by some huge spider.

“This is a hero’s path,” Ceff said.  “It is highly probable that they are honorable.  If not, at least we tried.”

Torn sighed and shook his head.

“Fine, it’s your funeral,” he said.

“Ready?” Ceff asked, holding the bundle as still as he could.

“I was born ready,” I said, doing my best tough guy impersonation.

I carefully cut away at the tough fibers of the cocoon.  Almost there…

Thousands of baby spider fae poured out of the cocoon, skittering in every direction.  Except it wasn’t a cocoon.  It was an egg.  I screamed—though I’d deny it if I lived long enough for Torn to tell anyone—and stumbled away from the horde of spiders.  So much for my tough guy act.

I stomped on the spiders as I backed away, halting their progress.  A brave one ambled forward and sank it’s dripping mandibles into its nearest kin.  The other spiders followed suit, joining in the feeding frenzy.

“Oh, look, aren’t they cute?” Torn asked, pointing to where baby spiders were busy cannibalizing each other.

“Freaking adorable,” I growled.

I inched further up the trail, relieved to see that most of the spiders were too busy attacking each other to notice my retreat.

“Perhaps we should have listened to the cat sidhe, just this once,” Ceff said, whacking the more determined stragglers with his trident.

“I told you so, princess,” Torn said.

I flexed my fingers, hands itching to wring the cat sidhe’s neck and wipe that smug look off his face.  Instead, I stormed past him and around the corner.  I’d had it with this place and its creepy inhabitants.  We needed to find Ailinn’s grave, grab a magic apple, and get the hell out of dodge.

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Spotlight and Giveaway Ash to Steele by Karen-Anne Stewart

Ash to SteeleKaren-Anne Stewart
Genre: New Adult Romance
ASIN:  B00IGGCCUQ
Number of pages: 342Word Count: A little over 115,000
Available at Amazon
Book Description: 
Emma
Who I am and all I believe is marred with just one glance into angry, steel blue eyes. He seems to control my air, my ability to breathe. He makes me crave everything I know is a sin. Pure becomes tainted and lines are blurred. It's my fault; I'm the one who isn't strong enough. I've been damaged...broken. Breck's words haunt me...'There's a consequence for every choice you make.'
Breck
I've had so many women I can't even remember over half of their names, but none of them are mine; I make damn sure of that. I take what I desire and never look back. I don't need or want anyone, ever...not until I met Emma. Those eyes bore into what's left of my soul and her touch sears me, weakens me. I want to hate her for that. She is my ruin...my sweetest hell.
Disclaimer: Intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.

Excerpt:
The annoying buzzing in my pants vibrates again and I give up.  Jess is relentless.  If I don’t show, I’ll never hear the end of it.   Rays of sunlight scatter across the sidewalk as the clouds slowly drift in front of the afternoon sun.  The air is crisp, vibrant, lifting my mood as I pull into Jess’ favorite lunch establishment.  The deli is permeated with the aroma of pastrami, vinegar, and cilantro.    Jess spots me as soon as I step inside, giving me her smartass I-knew-you-would-come smirk, but Emma’s back is turned towards me.  Her long hair is twisted into some kind of smooth bun.  Her jacket hangs from the back of the chair and her soft, feminine frame is covered in a form fitting white sweater.  It’s not too tight, just snug enough to torture a man with fantasies about the sensual curves hiding just underneath.   The acoustics suck in the old building but the food makes up for having to strain to hear the person next to you.  Plopping in the seat next to Emma, she jumps, startled by what I quickly perceive as my unexpected presence.    Her shocked gaze pierces me. A fleeting pleased look flitters across her flawless features and the hint of a smile curves the edges of her soft pink lips before she catches herself and turns towards Jess, cocking one eyebrow, effectively cocking the unruly part of me into a rock hard state.  Damn, I want to fuck her.   “I invited Breck,” Jess shrugs innocently.   “I gathered that,” Emma says through gritted teeth, all pleasure gone from her eyes.   The waitress arrives and starts to ask our order until her gaze falls on me.  Her cheeks tint as she flashes a sexy grin before biting her bold, red lip.    Her reaction is not new to me, women have always seemed to be turned on by my presence for some reason. Despite what people may think, I don’t thrive on the attention; I’m just used to it, and I learned its advantages at an early age.  It’s a mutual benefit.   Bringing the tip of the pen to her mouth, the waitress’ eyes are filled with exactly what she wants to do with me.  I begin the game the women expect, playing the part they seem to want me to play, and give her my I’ll-have-you-out-of-your-panties-in-ten-seconds smile.    Jess mouths a vile word at me.   Emma shifts uncomfortably in her chair.   I smirk arrogantly.   Snapping her finger in front of the blonde’s face, Jess verbally scourges the waitress,  “He’s not going to strip you down and have his way with you on the table, so how ‘bout doing your job and forget about him doing you and take our lunch order.”   The waitress shoots Jess a scathing glare before raising her eyebrow, impatiently waiting for Jess’ order.   Interestingly, the cocked brow action coming from her does nothing for me.   Emma orders an eight inch sub with extra sauce and fries, impressing me.    “I like a girl who eats,” I remark, turning my attention back to the girl who keeps surprising me, this time, by her choice of the loaded sub.   “You like a girl who is breathing,” Emma mumbles under her breath.   Biting back a chuckle, I turn towards the blonde waitress who seems to have regained her earlier flirtatious smile.   Emma glances between the waitress and me before I catch her, causing her to immediately look away.    Winking at the blonde, I have to force myself not to burst out laughing at the way Emma’s mouth drops and her nose crinkles up in that cute way when she’s disgusted.  Knowing it will push Emma over the edge, I slowly lean in front of her, careful to brush my shoulder against her arm, as I grab the waitress’ hand, telling her that I want my sub spicy, hot, and dripping with juices.   The noise leaving Emma’s lips is something between a shocked gasp and a gurgling grunt.  Snatching her jacket, Emma pushes away from the table.   Damn. “Where are you going?” I ask, the thought of her leaving affecting me way more than I like.    “Next to Jess.  Sitting next to you seems dangerous; who knows what I might catch.”   “Ha, cute! I’ve got a clean bill, the epitome of health.  I prefer not to make stupid decisions.  I always use protection and get tested every few months.”   “More than I needed to know,” Emma spouts, her words drowning in disdain.   The pleading look Jess discretely shoots my way weakens me, making me bite back my smartass reply.   Emma refuses to look at me while we wait on our food, but I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her, or the quirky way she fidgets with everything when she’s studying it.  I want to bite that lip, graze its fullness between my teeth and taste its sweet ripeness before tasting the rest of her, wondering if the intoxicating flavor in my head is anywhere close to what I imagine.  Somehow, I know it is.   Jess breaks the silence by attempting small talk, even going as far as asking me about work.    “Since when do you give a shit about my work?”   Pain explodes against my shin, and I send Jess a warning glare, which she ignores and kicks me again.   Clearing my throat, I slide my legs a little further under my chair and decide to appease her, “I’m busy trying to come up with a design for the new energy efficient solar line Granddad instituted.”   Emma begins to scribble on her napkin as Jess continues to ask me about the design needed while I flippantly answer a few of her questions before slanting my eyes, warning her to knock it off.  She’s about as interested in my work at my grandfather’s business as I am, which is not much.  The only reason I’m working at his company is out of respect for him.    Changing tactics, Jess explains that, in addition to the restaurant, I have taken over the decision making aspect of my grandfather’s business while he undergoes chemo.    Emma’s hand stops moving as her gaze meets mine, her eyes full of empathy.  “I’m sorry about your grandfather.”   There’s a vulnerability in her eyes that I haven’t seen before, a sadness that sends a sharp ache straight through my chest.  Fuck, another reason I want to hate her.   “Working at your grandfather’s company must take away from your other job.  The owner of the restaurant must be really nice to donate food every night and give you the time needed to help out your grandfather.”   Jess opens her mouth to correct Emma, but I return her under the table kick, shutting her up.   Emma’s voice changes, her eyes becoming hooded, “Is your grandfather doing well with the chemo?”   I don’t want her sympathy, and I sure as hell don’t want her looking at me the way she is right now, making me want to scoop her in my arms and hold her until all of her sadness disappears. “He’s a tough bastard,” I state quickly, my gaze turning harsh, desperately needing to dispel the effect she has on me.    Her daddy may be a preacher but Emma seems to possess the ability to curse a man with her bewitching smile, casting a spell on what’s left of my soul, but it’s the radiance in her eyes that conjures the vexing illusion of something I can never have that’s so damning.   “What’s this?” I ask angrily, dragging myself away from her hex as I grab the napkin Emma’s been scribbling on the past twenty minutes.  The bold, smooth lines of the company’s initials with a design made of a brilliant abstract mixed with a simplistic, clear, sure artistry creates a formidable yet inviting feel.  “You just drew this?”   Emma’s hands drop to her lap as she leans back in her chair defensively, “I heard you and Jess talking.  I was just playing around.”    My gaze snaps back to hers, seeing that ambiguous light becoming opaque, and I curse underneath my breath at the harshness of my tone with her.  Although it’s torture seeing the light in her eyes, it’s unbearable watching it go, especially when I’m the one causing it to dim.  Softening my voice, I hold up the napkin, “This is perfect, exactly what we’re looking for.”     “Oh,” she mumbles, relaxing her shoulders a little.  “Um, thank you.”    Jess beams proudly, “Of course it is!  She’s an amazing artist.”   The blush that spreads across Emma’s cheeks at the compliment does hateful things to me. Turning my attention back to the drawing, I ask, “An artist, huh?” I slide the napkin across the table, “How much for this design?  After you recreate it on the computer with a little color and sharpen it, making it 1200 DPI?”   “I don’t mind designing it for you.  I can have it ready by tomorrow.”   “You’d give it to me?” my question is laced with bewildered amusement.    Emma gives a small, unsure nod.   A hearty laugh bursts out before I can contain it, “You really are small town aren’t you?”   “Fine!” she snaps, halting my laughter and catching me off guard.  Emma grabs the napkin, crumbling it and throwing it into her purse.  “Like I said, it was only me playing around.”   Suppressing another chuckle at how she squares her jaw, lifting it just a notch, I can’t help but admire her determination to despise me when it’s clear by the hurt in her eyes that she cares what I think.    “Damn, Jess, I hurt your friend’s feelings again.”   “Stop being a prick!” Jess snaps.   “My feelings aren’t susceptible to your nocuous attitude,” Emma proclaims, smoothing her sweater before folding her hands calmly on the table.   Yes, she is most definitely a beautiful liar.  Bursting out in laughter, my brows pull together, “Nocuous?”   The slightest curve tilts her luscious lips and a need-filled ache builds steadily in my pants as my throat goes dry.  Feelings stirring to life inside shame me.  I’m not the type of man to want the woman, just what the woman can do to satisfy my needs at that moment.  With Emma, I want something more.  If only I knew what that something is so I can just take it already, fuck her, and be done with it.   The next glance into her expectant eyes proves that it won’t be that easy.  Not with her.  “You mistook my meaning.  I meant what I said about the design; it’s perfect for the product, simple but strong.  I still want it, but I won’t take it for free, so what do you want for it?”   Emma appears uncomfortable.  It’s obvious she’s out of her element when it comes to business deals. I’ll have to work with her on that before she starts selling her art, assuming she isn’t giving that away for free as well.  I already know she’s giving lessons for free at the center, a quick call to Patty, the center’s coordinator, confirmed that.    “I-I don’t know.  Maybe fifty dollars.”   “I don’t work for a small mom and pops business, Emma.  Don’t undersell yourself.”   The chewing on the inside of her cheek, causing her lip to curve sideways and downwards, is a pretty good indicator that she’s still struggling with coming up with a price.  I decide to put her out of her misery, “I’ll pay one thousand dollars.”   “One thousand!”  Her eyes widen in shock.   “But, you have to present it,” I state, guessing she’s not done much of that either.   The panic in her eyes proves I’m right.  “Present it where?”    “To the board members at the meeting on Friday.”    “I have to work on Friday,” she blurts, relief filling her beautiful eyes.    “Okay, Friday evening then, at the party the company is hosting for the new line.  You can go as my guest and present it there.”   Jess glares at me.   I smile cockily.    “I have to work early Saturday morning.”   “You’ll be out of there in plenty of time to sleep before work the next morning,” I state, my tone indicating that the decision has already been made.   She opens her mouth to protest, but the waitress returns with our lunch and her blouse open a few more buttons.   Jess rolls her eyes as Emma glances at me through her lashes, deepening her spell.    Clinching my jaw, I tear my eyes away from her and give the waitress a wink chock full of innuendo, effectively disgusting Emma to the point where she is ignoring me again.    The rest of the lunch hour is spent with Emma barely touching her meal and Jess shooting visual daggers at me.  I thoroughly enjoy my sub, knowing that Jess will not be asking me to do her anymore favors with Emma anytime soon.    “Can I please have a carry out box?” Emma asks the waitress, reaching for her purse.   “I’ve got the tab,” I announce, pulling out my wallet.   “Thank you,” Emma manages to spit out, “but I can pay for my lunch.”   “I’m sure you can, but you’re not going to,” I state, leaving no room for argument while I give the waitress a generous tip instead of what she really wants, as indicated with her number written on the receipt she hands me.  Leaving the receipt on the table, I turn towards Emma and Jess, feeling every bit of the tension Emma is struggling to control.    “Thank you for lunch,” Emma’s words are rushed and tinged with a little anger.   “No problem,” I smile, refraining from brushing back a piece of hair that has loosened from the bun and is blowing across her face.  The stark blue of her eyes shimmers, brightened further by her tan, silky skin.  The chestnut wisp continues to torture me as it falls against the corner of her full mouth.  Thoughts of my lips on hers, her lips on me, leave me in physical torment.  I want to feel that mouth getting me off.  Stepping away from her, I grapple with my waning self-control and make myself focus. “Where do you work?”   “Shallonelles,” she replies, her eyes not quite meeting mine.  She hesitates before adding, “And the gallery on Main.”   “What do you do there?”   “I create the art for the paper’s ads.”   “What do you do at the gallery?” I ask, getting the feeling she left that part out on purpose.   “I give tours.”  Emma flashes a forced smile.   “Is any of your work there?” I ask, already knowing the answer.   “No.” There’s that fake smile again, and something I wasn’t prepared for…a heartbreaking longing.


About the Author:
Author of New Adult Romance who doesn't shy away from writing about dark issues and hot heroes.
Karen-Anne Stewart has always adored reading and has now fallen in love with writing. Her written works are The Rain Trilogy: Saving Rain, Healing Rain, and After the Rain, and the newly released stand alone novel, Ash to Steele. Her debut novel, Saving Rain: The First Novel in The Rain Trilogy, was a nominee for the Book Junkie’s Choice Awards, and Saving Rain and After the Rain were nominees for the 2014 RONE Awards.
When Karen-Anne isn’t writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, hiking, and visiting new places. She fuels her addiction of creating new stories by her only other addiction, caffeine, and listening to a myriad of musical genres. Tucked away near the Blue Ridge Mountains, Karen-Anne lives with her husband, daughter, two dogs, and their cat. She plans on writing new adult romance as long as her fingers maintain dexterity.
Karen-Anne loves to connect with readers!
Website:  www.karen-annestewart.com
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