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Aromatherapy Excerpt Suzanne Rock

Excerpt  Aromatherapy– The Shower Scene
Ian looked at Lily, really looked at her. He loved her upturned nose and sprinkling of freckles across her ivory skin. He loved her smile, her laugher, and those breasts…He reached over her shoulder and grabbed the scented soap from the basket. He lathered up his hands, and another blast of that fresh, flowery scent filled the air. He framed her face in his hand, and waited for her to open her eyes.“I want you to keep your eyes open, Lily. I don’t want you to ever forget that it is me that you are with—not one of your clients.”She covered his hands with her own. “Ian—”“And no talking.” He leaned in close until his face hovered within inches of hers. “Don’t say a word.” He pressed his lips against hers, forcing himself to be gentle, probing.She parted her lips and inviting him further. He took advantage, sweeping his tongue inside of her mouth and drowning in her fresh, clean taste. He wanted her, all of her. He wanted to be her world. When she kissed him he wanted her to think of no one else.He tilted his head and pressed closer. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, creating erotic little circles on his flesh. His skin burned and his cock pressed against her lower abdomen. What he wouldn’t give to be inside her body right now, to feel her soft, wet channel caress his cock as he drove himself home.It took a Herculean effort to tear his mouth away from hers, but he wanted to do this right. He didn’t want any other man’s scent on her skin. Only his.He ran his hands over her neck and shoulders, slowly working his way down her body and covering every inch of skin. He ran circles over her arms and back, and then dragged his fingers around to her chest. He cupped her, testing the weight of her full, ripe breasts in his hands.“Amazing,” he breathed.She groaned in response. His touch was affecting her. Hell, it was affecting him, too. With each passing second, he found it more and more difficult to hold back.Ian ran his palms over her nipples, teasing and stroking them until they strained and reached for his hands. He loved how responsive she was to his touch. It made her even more attractive to him, if that was possible. He slid his fingers down her torso, rubbing her belly and hips, stimulating every nerve, every inch of skin.He crouched before her and placed his mouth inches away from her breasts. How he wanted to taste them, to suck and nibble on those erect nipples. They were soapy however, so he refrained. Soon.He focused on the task at hand, running the flowery soap along her legs and thighs.“Open for me.” His voice sounded needy and desperate, but he didn’t care. She widened her stance, and that was all that mattered. Her feminine fragrance drifted up and tickled his nose. The smell was so sweet, so intoxicating, that he almost lost his restraint right then and there.He steeled his jaw as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling her smooth skin beneath his fingers. Water beat down on her body, and his soapy hands moved over her with ease. He would see this through, even if it killed him. He wasn’t only washing away her last client, but he was washing away every man she had ever slept with. After tonight they’d start over. No more fucking strangers. There would be only him.Yes, he decided. This was the future he wanted, and what Ian wanted, he got. It had been that way with his career and his passion for fitness. It would be the same for her.She was his, only his. He just had to make her aware of that fact.





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The Quick Fix
Book #1 of the Ecstasy Spa SeriesBy Suzanne Rock
Type: Erotic Romance m/f Novella
Price $2.99

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Blurb:

Dumped by her boyfriend and down on her luck, Anabelle Richards accepts her best friend's gift and goes to the Ecstasy Spa for an afternoon of erotic escape. She expects the sex to be mechanical and the staff to be more brawn than brains. She couldn’t be more mistaken.

Instead of cold and clinical, Seth is everything she has ever wanted in a man. Smart and sexy, it’s easy to see why he is the most requested staff member at the spa. Together they embark on a mind-blowing sexual journey of self-discovery that takes them both to heights neither thought possible. As physical attraction turns into something deeper, Anabelle wonders if she should risk going against spa policy to see if the "Quick Fix" she ordered can be changed into something more permanent.

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Aromatherapy
Book #2 of the Ecstasy Spa Series
Type: Erotic Romance m/f Novella
Price: $2.99


Blurb:

When Ian shows up at the Ecstasy Spa to take his new girfriend out for her birthday, he learns that she has been selling more than massages to pay her rent. At first he’s enraged, then he’s intrigued.

What does she do with those men and little bottles of scented oils? Would she do the same for him?

Could he convince her to do those things for him exclusively?

Rub Down,
Book #3 of the Ecstasy Spa Series
Type: Erotic Romance m/f Novella
Price: $2.99


Blurb:

Jake longs to turn his friends-with-benefits relationship with Roxanne into something deeper. As coworkers at the Ecstasy Spa, he knows it’s against their contracts to be caught dating each other.

Roxie seems content with keeping things the way they are, but he dreams of one day taking her hand and leaving the promiscuity and madness of the spa behind.

Until then, he takes his frustrations out in his paintings, a secret hobby he has enjoyed since he was a kid. Then one day someone buys one of his oils and comissions him for some more. Suddenly the dream of walking away is a reality.

Now if only he can convince flirty and fun Roxie to leave everything she has ever known and run away with him…

About the Author:

A lifetime New Englander, Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips, she’s a chauffer, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop, dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to enjoy.

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Vampires… The Way They Should Be! Guest Blog by Matthew D Ryan

You’ve seen them. You’ve gagged at them. Have there not been enough vampiric Romeo’s spouting love sonnets to their mortal beaus? I say, no more!

Romance was the farthest thing from my mind when I conjured up the vampire Lucian val Drasmyr for my dark fantasy novel “Drasmyr.” I wanted someone evil. Someone dark and corrupt. Someone… to be feared.
I’ve always liked vampires, but more because I have a morbid fascination with all things evil, not because I’m looking for a hot undead date. To a certain extent, it probably stems from my youthful forays in the roleplaying game Dungeons and Dragons where vampires always played the part of villains… and particularly nasty ones at that. My gaming “career” has had a profound influence on my writing. Sometimes there are clear cut differences between good and evil, and the vampire falls safely in the realm of evil, at least in the worlds I create and enjoy.
There are a number of advantages that come with that. For one, the malevolent vampire can retain all the powers historically appointed to them. Could one imagine Edward Cullen transforming into a wolf, or mist? Or being fully vested with all the dark powers that accompanied the original Dracula? No. Edward Cullen sparkles. When the vampire is evil, when it has the powers of darkness on its side, it can change shape into a wolf or a bat, it can be held at bay by the power of the holy, and it be thwarted by simply not being invited into one’s home—when such accoutrements accompany it, the vampire is far more than a strange human that drinks blood. It is something far more sinister and alien, and all those dark powers augment its insidious nature. The more human and more human-desirable one makes the vampire, the less appealing the dark powers become to that character. I haven’t read “Twilight,” so maybe Edward Cullen could summon a storm to block the sun’s rays. But if he did, who would care? You get rain instead of sunshine… you aren’t running for your life from a monster intent on draining your soul.
Vampires as foes are at their most potent when they have quasi-demonic origins. This does not mean that they can’t be seductive, but it should be rendered in a more sinister fashion. When you are seduced by a traditional vampire, there are no fun and games… you’ve just lost everything. You become a slave of darkness, a minion of hell. And there is no turning back.
Even in a world where there is magic and sorcery (such as in my novel “Drasmyr”), the vampire can and should be rendered as a terrible foe. A devil in near human guise. And that just makes his predations worse.

Drasmyr
By Matthew D Ryan
In a world of wizards and vampires a clever man may make a fortune. But hunting the undead is no small task, as Coragan the bounty hunter will soon find out. He will need all his wits and the help of his comrades to succeed this time. Together, they must pit themselves against a creature so old time itself bends knee, an ancient vampire by the name of Lucian val Drasmyr. Read Drasmyr, a dark fantasy novel by Matthew D. Ryan.

We vampires do not make easy prey. Our weaknesses are few, our strengths many. Fear is something we do not know, and death but a distant memory. So tread softly, pray to your god, and gird yourself with silver when the moons arise and night’s dark prince awakens. We fear not the wizard, nor the warrior, neither rogue, nor priest; our strength is timeless, drawn from darkness and we know no master save the hot lust of our unending hunger. We long for blood, your blood and no blade, nor spell, nor clever artifice, can keep us long from our prize. Feel our teeth at your throat, your life ebb from you, and know as darkness comes to claim you that the price of your folly is your everlasting soul.

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About the Author

Matthew D. Ryan is a published author living in upstate New York on the shores of Lake Champlain. He has a background in philosophy, mathematics, and computer science. He also has a black belt in the martial arts and studies yoga. He has been deeply involved in the fantasy genre for most of his life as a reader, writer, and game designer. He believes he saw the legendary Lake Champlain Monster (a.k.a Champy) once and he has a cat named Confucius.

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Awaited Now On Tour

Welcome to Lynn Rush's Awaited tour, the much anticipated follow up to Wasteland.
Please follow the tour for many chances to win copies of Awaited and be sure to join Lynn tonight at the Night Owl Romance chat room for a live chat
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Awaited (Wasteland, #2) –Release Date May 2012
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Book Blurb for Awaited:

Russell Leonard is a centuries-old Guardian who’s lost faith in his purpose. So when he’s charged with procuring the first female Guardian in over two centuries, he can only hope it’s the red-headed beauty who’s been haunting his dreams for months. And if it is, he intends to claim her as his. But when he finds his dream woman, Annabelle is mute and bears no Guardian’s Mark.

He soon realizes she’s been tainted by an ancient evil. Russell must somehow release the secrets trapped within this delicate soul to help her tap into the only weapon powerful enough to silence a millennia-old demon—her voice.





About the Author:
Driven to write, Lynn Rush often sees her characters by closing her eyes watching their story unfold in her mind. Lynn Rush is a pen name that is a combination of two sources – Lynn, the first name of her mother-in-law, who passed away and Rush – since the author is a former inline speed skater and mountain biker. All of Rush’s books are dedicated to Lynn, her namesake.

Rush holds a degree in psychology from Southwest Minnesota State University and a master's degree from the University of Iowa. Originally from Minneapolis, Rush currently enjoys living in the Arizona sunshine by road biking nearly 100 miles per week with her husband of 15 years and jogging with her two loveable Shetland Sheep dogs.



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Spotlight on Bandit Creek Book Witch in the Wind

Bewitching Book Tours schedules promotion and review requests for Bandit Creek BooksYou can see a complete list of Bandit Creek Books here: http://banditcreekbooks.com/books/
If you would like to schedule an interview with one of the authors or receive a pdf of one of the books for review please contact me at RoxanneRhoads@bewitchingbooktours.com 
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This week's spotlighted title is Witch in the Wind by Brenda M Collins

Witch in the WindBy Brenda M Collins
Bandit Creek has a new magical dimension, The Otherland. When murder strikes in Bandit Creek, and the victims aren’t who they seemed, powerful guardian warlock, Marcus Egan, is sent from The Otherland to investigate. 
What he doesn’t expect to find is Avalon Gwynn, the grieving daughter of the victims, who has no idea she’s an extraordinary, hereditary witch. And Avy’s pent up magical abilities have just been set free in the mortal world. 
Can Marcus catch a killer while making sure Avy doesn’t bring Crow Mountain crashing down on the town—destroying Bandit Creek for the second time?

About the Author
Brenda Collins has wanted to write mystery fiction since she was twelve years old. At the age of twenty, she spoke to an editor in Toronto, who expressed an interest in her story; however, she soon realized it takes more than an idea to be an author. 
She joined a number of writing groups to learn about ‘the craft’ and completed two mystery manuscripts. When the Bandit Creek opportunity arose, Brenda jumped on board immediately. 
The story that emerged started with a murder, but it came to life with witches, warlocks, a “familiar” and a magical dimension called The Otherland. 
Don’t miss Witch in the Wind, a paranormal romance with mystery elements, available May 1, 2012. 
Connect with Brenda on Twitter @bcollinswriter


Witch in the WindA Bandit Creek (Sweet) Paranormal RomancebyBrenda M. CollinsChapter One“Thank you for calling me,” Avalon Gwynn said. The words sounded distorted, forced through lips that were suddenly stiff and numb. “I’ll leave right away.”
After returning the receiver to its cradle, she didn’t have the strength to lift her hand. She left it resting where it was as she watched the steam float up from the mug of tea she’d laid beside the phone when it rang. Her mind was empty. A sudden vacuum of thought, memory or emotion.
She had to move. She had to—
She had to get a grip. She had to go home. Back to Bandit Creek, Montana.
She tightened her hold on the receiver and picked it up. Fifteen minutes and she’d arranged a leave from work and a plant-sitter for her apartment. Ten more to pack her bag. Six and a half hours later, she had refilled her gas tank at Spokane and was pulling back onto the I-90.
Even with the May sun shining through her windshield, her hands were frozen onto the steering wheel. Her head ached and there was a persistent hum in her ears. Her parents were dead. She still wanted to believe it was some sort of sick joke.
Her mind was too paralyzed with grief to absorb most of what the sheriff had said after the reason for his call or even to ask questions. Her brain had shut down by the time she’d hung up. Thinking about it now, she realized Sheriff Morgan had been vague about the details of her parents’ death.
Crap. It must have been an accident. They’d have been together in that beat-up old wagon her father drove. A single sob pushed up from the knot in her chest and escaped, even as she clamped her lips tight.There had been tension in her father’s voice the last couple of times she’d called. He’d insisted everything was fine. She smacked the wheel hard with her hand. Why did I let it go? A static spark flashed across her fingertips startling her. Damn dry mountain air, she thought, although she couldn’t recall that ever happening before when she was home.
She swept silent tears off her cheeks and blinked hard so she wouldn’t miss the turnoff from the highway. The mid afternoon sun was sliding towards the horizon, when the sign indicating Bandit Creek 1 Mile slid past the passenger side window. Her stomach clenched, the caustic brew of confusion, grief and old resentment, bubbling up into the back of her throat.
A mental map of Bandit Creek floated up from her memory. If she jogged over to Adam Street, she could take that up to Spruce and avoid most of Main Street, with its busy town hall, the shops and all the other mainstays of a small Montana town. She tightened her grip on the wheel until her knuckles hurt. For the first time since she was a small child, she wished she could use magic to get to her parents’ old house on Gwynn Lane. Despite the gossip in the town, she and her parents weren’t magic. Wicca was a religion, not woo-woo supernatural powers.
As she drove past the quaint little bungalows along Adam Street, she felt a familiar tension edge into her grief. Growing up in a backwater town like Bandit Creek would be hard on anyone, but for an outsider like her, it was torture. She could still hear Olivia Turley chanting “Bitchy, Witchy, Bitchy, Witchy” after she’d caught a glimpse of Avy’s birthmark when they were kids. Why she had the freakish bad luck for it to be shaped like a crescent moon was beyond her. The first time she was taunted, she ran home in tears. The next time Olivia bullied her, Avy remembered with satisfaction, she’d punched her in her perky, turned up nose. After that, no one called her names, at least not to her face. She had no regrets about getting herself the hell out of Bandit Creek.
She unclenched her fingers from the steering wheel and rolled her neck to release the tension held there. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been back. Her parents came to Seattle to celebrate the eight sabbats with her and, for the few months in between, they usually thought up some other reason to visit her in the city. She’d used that as an excuse to avoid Bandit Creek herself.
The bump as she drove over the bridge towards Lost Lake Road broke her from her memories. Her childhood home, the Old Gwynn Place as the locals called it, was isolated from the main town, the only reason it survived the combined flood and rockslide in 1911 that destroyed the rest of Old Town. The craftsman-style bungalow was nestled at the base of Crow Mountain and had been in her family for over a century.
She slowed to make her turn and then eased the car over the long, rutted laneway where it came to an abrupt stop at the front of the house. Out of habit, she pulled to the far side of the drive so her car wouldn’t block the steps to the front porch. She eased open her car door and glanced at her childhood home as she stepped out.
The low pitch, gabled roof with its deeply overhanging eaves, shaded her mother’s herb garden. A mental picture flashed through her mind, of helping her father paint the exposed rafters and decorative brackets of the house during her last summer break from college. It took her brain several minutes to catch up with what her eyes were seeing. She gulped a breath, blinked hard to clear her vision and then released a curse, a sob and a prayer to the Goddess all at the same time. “What the demon’s damn happened here?”
Where once lush clusters of lacy greenery and colorful stems had grown, now lay a mangled mat of charred earth. Directly above, black soot marked the side of the house where it extended to the left of the porch. The lawn was speckled with singe marks as if a firecracker had exploded too close to the ground. The largest burn mark was perfectly round. Like a giant bullet hole.
Tracking its trajectory, she saw scorching on the bark of the old American elm that towered over the house. She’d spent many summer days sitting under that tree, fascinated by the jigsaw puzzle bark, and making up games to entertain herself. The rough, leathery leaves caught any slight breeze, making a sound that completely freaked out the town kids and kept them from visiting the house, particularly at night.
She rubbed her temples with both hands as the edges of her vision blurred. Had the sheriff mention a fire when he called? She didn’t think so. The smell was something acrid, biting the back of her tongue as she breathed it in. Oddly, it wasn’t smoke but something else she knew she’d smelled before.
“What the hell happened here,” she repeated, this time in a whisper, choking on the words.
At that moment, she heard tires crunch on the drive directly behind her. She tore her gaze away from the devastation in time to see Sheriff Samuel Morgan unfold his lanky frame out of his black SUV. His movements were energetic for his fifty years.
The Sheriff approached with his hands open towards her. “I’m so sorry, Avy. I was waiting for you to drive past the office but Mrs. Olson phoned to say she’d seen you go past her place on Adam Street.”
He stopped beside her, looked at the ground, shuffled his feet and reached his hand out to her shoulder before dropping his arm back to his side. She remembered that he’d been awkward with Kirsten, his daughter. Kirsten was psychic and had found it hard being different in a small town too. Kirsten had been the closest Avy had to a friend growing up.
When the sheriff leaned close to her, she could see more than sympathy in his eyes. It was pain. “I didn’t want to tell you this over the phone.” He spoke softly. “Your parents were murdered.”
This time he let his hand go to her shoulder, squeezed a little, and looked her straight in the eye. “I don’t know what happened—yet, but I will find out.”
She opened her mouth to speak, ask questions or something, but no sound emerged.
The sheriff slid his arm around her shoulders, and then steered her back towards the driveway. She let him.
“Why don’t you stay the night at Mrs. Turnbull’s,” he said referring to the B&B just east of the house on Lost Lake Road. We can talk in the morning.”
She looked at him, feeling dazed, and then nodded.
“Do you want me to drop you there? I can have Adam–Deputy Medicine Crow–get your car over to you in the morning. We can talk then.”
A sudden movement behind them on the porch broke through Avy’s shock. Sheriff Morgan spun around with his hand on the butt of his Sig.
A dark form slipped out of the shadowed corner of the porch.
She couldn’t move, frozen in place by overstressed nerves and absolute terror.
The shape emerged from the shadows on the porch. Her mind registered four legs, thick dark brownish-black fur, a long snout showing razor sharp teeth–with a tongue lolling out.
The sheriff relaxed his stance, but kept his hand over his gun.
She caught her breath with effort but tried to keep her voice relaxed. “Well, who are you?” she asked the beast, now fully visible on the top step. He looked like a weird mix between a German Sheppard and a Poodle. “What are you doing so far from town?”
“I’ve never seen him before,” the sheriff said.
As she took a step, Sheriff Morgan grabbed her elbow to hold her back. “Careful. He could be wild.”The dog cocked its head. It didn’t growl or bark at them.
“He looks pretty docile, Sheriff,” she said, just as the dog loped down the steps towards them. He stopped four feet short of her position. Dark, intelligent eyes looked her over, ignoring the sheriff. The air around him seemed to shimmer, as if heat were rising from his fur. She was aware of a strange sensation in her chest and rubbed her breastbone to ease it as she looked back at him. Stress, she thought.
The dog gave his body a stretch followed by a vigorous shake, and then meandered closer to them. He plunked his rump at her feet and bent to clean himself.
Avy stifled the first laugh she’d felt in almost twelve hours. “Okaaay, gender confirmed,” she said. “Aren’t you a big boy?”
The sheriff dropped his hands to his sides with a chuckle too.
When the dog raised his head, she eased her hand towards his nose and let him sniff. She remembered her father approaching a wolf who had wandered into their yard when she was a toddler. It had remained calm under his touch and left without incident. Her breath hitched as the thought brought renewed grief. She felt tears pushing at the back of her throat but fought off the urge to cry.
The dog gazed up at her with his big brown eyes looking sympathetic. She smoothed her fingers around his neck looking for a collar. Not finding one, she tipped up the end of his ear and looked for a tattoo. 
“Nothing.”
The dog nuzzled her hand with his nose.
“Maybe he slipped his collar,” said the sheriff.
She gently stroked the soft curly fur above the dog’s eyes before looking at the sheriff. “What will happen to him if you take him into town?” she asked.
“I can probably get the vet to kennel him for the night. If the dog isn’t chipped either, we’ll send him to the Humane Society in Missoula in the morning.”
The dog whined, nearly breaking her heart, which was already painfully damaged. Without a thought, she said, “He can stay with me tonight.”
“Here?” The sheriff hesitated. “Avy, we only finished going through the house an hour ago.”
The air was suddenly too thick to breathe. Everything was happening too fast. Until this moment, she hadn’t had time to consider the house as a murder scene.
The sheriff continued, “The house was tossed. I was going to arrange a cleanup for you.” He shrugged his apology.
Hysteria screamed in her head but she clamped down on it, her body vibrating with the effort. “Someone wrecked our house? My parents’ house?” Her voice sounded weak. Strained. “My house?”
She fisted her hands feeling her nails bite into the palms. She would not allow someone to drive her from her home. She drew back her shoulders and raised her chin. “I have to come back here some time,” she said, dropping her hand down to rest on the dog’s head. “At least now I won’t be alone.”
Sheriff Morgan gave her a hard look but didn’t try to talk her out of staying. He probably remembered it wasn’t worth the effort.
Instead, he said, “Let’s talk tomorrow. Once you’ve had a chance to go through things, could you let me know if anything’s missing?”
“Missing?” She felt numb. Inside and out. The sheriff’s words were coming to her in slow motion. “Was it a burglary?” She couldn’t imagine her parents having anything worth killing for.
She stared at him. Hoping he could give her some reason why this was happening. Why her parents were dead?
The sheriff shook his head. “We don’t know anything yet, Avy.”
They stood in silence for a moment, until he said, “Oh, there is one more thing.” He shoved his right hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small clear plastic bag. “I thought you might want these back—” He held out the bag and his face softened. “—sooner rather than later.”
She stepped closer to him, took the bag and squinted to see what it contained.
“Their wedding rings,” she said, mostly to herself. She opened the bag and spilled two intricately carved silver rings into the palm of her hand.
She stroked the larger ring gently with her finger, feeling the texture of the eagle wings. She could hear her father’s voice telling her as a child that he loved eagles because they were a symbol of wisdom and guardianship. She’d been about six years old and was learning about wild animals in school. When she asked her father about her mother’s animal, he said her mother felt like a mama lion because lions were the guardians and protectors of life. She asked what her animal was and she still remembered her father’s answer. She could be whatever she wanted to be.
Avy closed her fingers around the two rings and swallowed the tight knot in her throat. She looked back up at Sheriff Morgan. “They were wearing them when they died, weren’t they?” She already knew the answer. Her parents never took off their wedding rings.
The sheriff shifted his weight but remained silent.
After an awkward moment, he patted her shoulder one more time.
“Make sure you lock the door when you go in. And if you get nervous tonight you call me at home, ya hear?”
He waited a moment longer, as if she might still change her mind about staying. Then he shook his head and returned to his vehicle. She watched him back down the lane. Then she turned her attention to the house, but felt rooted in place.
The feel of a slimy, rough tongue on her hand brought Avy back to the present.
“We can do this,” she told the dog, not sure if she was reassuring him or herself.
A sting in her palm reminded her she still held the two rings in her fist. She hesitated then slipped both rings onto the second finger of her right hand so she could dig her keys out of her purse. At the front door, she took one deep breath, released it slowly, and turned the lock.
For the first few seconds, warm memories hid the destruction from her. Her mother’s herbs flourished on every windowsill. Lavender, valerian, mint. She suddenly wished she had shared her mother’s affinity for blending the aromatic concoctions. While her mother was content to spend hours in her garden, Avy always had to get away from town. Somewhere she could breathe in endless amounts of fresh mountain air.
Reality started to seep into her consciousness. The colorful trio of clay bowls her mother had made lay in shards just past the edge of the sisal rug. On the floor beside the table, lay a heavy silver frame with a picture of the three of them. Her family. The glass was shattered.
She fisted her hand and pressed it to her mouth to stifle another sob. She bent, picked up the frame and hugged it to her chest. Caught in her anguish, she was startled when the dog beside her whimpered and rubbed against her leg.
She dropped to her knees beside him and buried her face in his silky fur. “What will I do without them? They were all I had.”
The dog rubbed his snout against her neck and whimpered as if he understood her pain.“Who on earth would want to kill my parents?”

Review of Saloon Girl Costume from Wholesale Costume Club

Description from Wholesale Costume Club, the best club for costumes:Adult Saloon Girl Costume
You'll be the slickest and sexiest girl in Dodge City when you wear this stunning Adult Saloon Girl Plus Costume. The days of the Wild Wild West will return when you don this working girl outfit that consists of a lovely sash for your head, a dark skirt, a vest, and a shirt complete a sassy number that is sure to steer the men your way before the next cattle drive. The salon girl outfit fits plus sizes only from 18 to 22. You can add to the charm and sex appeal of this fantastic outfit with Back Queen Size Seamed Fishnet Pantyhose or Plus Size Red Patty Panties for Adults, either is an excellent choice for this outfit. Adult Black Patent Mary Jane Shoes make for a great crowning touch on an outfit you'll enjoy at costume parties and Halloween blow-outs throughout the year.

So I'm already on the hunt for costumes- yes I know it's only May but I need a costume for the Authors After Dark Ball in August. I'm not sure what I'm going to wear.
I found this Saloon girl costume and it's very sexy and fun. I love how flirty it is.  It showcases my assets perfectly ;-) and it's my favorite color combination...red and black. The only thing I don't like is the corset style vest thing-it's not tight enough or corsety enough but I can slip a real corset under it to tighten things up for the perfect look.
I'm thinking the costume might work for New Orleans, especially if I steampunk it up a little bit. 
Maybe. I don't know. I think I want something more Victorian for AAD
However this costume won't go to waste, not with all the Halloween events and parties I'll be going to this year. 
I'm still putting together Flint Fang Fest which is full of Halloween vampire and paranormal events, I could probably wear it to one of those. 
Maybe hubby and I can go as a Vampire Cowboy and a Vampire Saloon Girl :-) 
Now I guess I have to go searching for a Cowboy costume for him- he has a hat and boots, we just need a few accessories. I'm sure Wholesale Costume Club has some things we can use.
If you're looking for fun costumes I highly suggest The Wholesale Costume Club, this Saloon Girl costume sells for only $33.96.
And they have everything: children's costumes, men's costumes, women's costumes and plus size costumes.

The Magic Seasons Contest with Jacqueline Paige

The Magic Seasons Contest !
It’s only fitting to begin the collection of entries on Beltane



Phase one:From Beltane (April 30th) to Summer Solstice (June 20th)…A winner will be drawn to receive From Beltane Magic (PDF or Print)




Phase two:From Summer Solstice (June 20th) to Lammas (August 1st)…A winner will be drawn to receive The Solstice Heat (PDF or Print) and a $10 gift certificate (choice of retailer will be given at time of draw)




Phase three:From Lammas (August 1st) to Mabon (September 22nd)…A winner will be drawn to receive Harvest Dreams (PDF or Print), a $10 gift certificate (choice of retailer will be given at time of draw) and a bag of swag
  Phase four:From Mabon (September 22nd) to Samhain (October 31st)…A winner will be drawn to receive An Autumn Dance (PDF or Print), a $10 gift certificate (choice of retailer will be given at time of draw), a bag of swag and of course Halloween related goodies
Phase five:From Samhain (October 31st) to Winter Solstice (December 21st)…(Covers for book IV and V are unavailable at this time)A winner will be drawn to receive Winter’s Mist (PDF or Print), a $10 gift certificate (choice of retailer will be given at time of draw), a bag of swag and a basket that is a chocolate/coffee lovers dream.
Five chances to win!All entries received are placed back in the draw after each phase.  You could win once, twice or more!
The shipment dates for copies of books 4 and 5 may vary from the draw dates as the release dates are still unconfirmed with publishers release schedule. If at the time of the draw they are as yet unavailable an alternative choice will be given to the winner if they decide not to wait.a Rafflecopter giveaway<a href="http://rafl.es/enable-js"&am... need javascript enabled to see this giveaway</a>.

Winner Wednesday a Couple Days Late

Playing catch up, here's a list of recent winners


Robin wins Kill Me by Alex Owens


The two winners of Lynda Hilburn's Vampire Shrink are Debby and Lexi H 


The winner of Merlyn's Raven is bn100

Soulstone Tour Intro and Giveaway with Katie Salidas

Witches, Werewolves, and Vampires... Oh My! Add a mystical stone and a few disembodied spirits and you have the latest, and most exciting installment of the Immortalis series to date, Soulstone! 

An Urban fantasy with a whole lot of Paranormal Romance, this one's got a little something for everyone: Supernatural creatures, mysterious artifacts, fanatical religious organizations, war, and eternal love hanging in the balance. This book grabs you from page one and won't let you stop until you reach the last word. 

Follow along as Soulstone goes on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. Meet Alyssa, a rookie vampire fighting to save her mate's immortal soul. Learn about the inspiration behind the characters, read chapter excerpts & teasers, and enter for chances to win your very own copy of the book!

May 4 tour introFang-tastic Bookswww.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
May 4 Guest Bloghttp://falln2books.blogspot.com
May 5 Promo and Review (all 4)Doctorsnotes-shy.blogspot.com
May 6 Guest Blog (reviews) Butterfly-o-Meter Books
May 7 reviewSapphyria's Book Reviewssaphsbookblog.blogspot.com
May 8 Promohttp://abookishgirl.com 
May 9 Guest BlogFlutey Wordshttp://authoraubrie.blogspot.com
May 11 Promo and review (all 4)Literati Shuffle http://literatishuffle.wordpress.com
May 14 review and promoFroggarita's Bookcase  www.froggaritasbookcase.net
May 15 Guest blogMama Knows Books http://mamaknowsbooks.blogspot.com
May 16 Interviewhttp://www.kaydeeroyal.blogspot.com
May 17 Guest BlogReading Between the Wineshttp://readingbetweenthewinesbookclub.blogspot.com/ 
May 18 Promo and reviewCocktails and Books http://www.cocktailsandbooks.com
May 19 Guest blogRamblings From This Chick
May 22 PromoCe-Ce`s Garden of Reviewshttp://cecesreviews.blogspot.com
May 21 Promo/ExcerptRoxanne’s Realmwww.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com
May 23 Guest blog Fictional Candy www.fictionalcandy.com
May 24 Guest Blog and reviewBeverly @ The Wormholehttp://wormhole.blogspot.com
May 24 InterviewTory Michaels’ World, www.torymichaels.com
May 25 Guest blogFiction Fascinationhttp://fictionfascination.blogspot.co.uk/
May 25 PromoArianne Cruz http://ariannecruz07.blogspot.com
May 26 Guest BlogThe Bornean Bookwormhttp://borneanbookworm.blogspot.com/
May 28 Guest blogBookin' It Reviewshttp://www.bookinitreviews.com/
May 29 Guest blogMama Knows Books http://mamaknowsbooks.blogspot.com
May 29 PromoMila Ramoswww.jademystique.blogspot.com 
May 30 Guest blogLucy Felthouse http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk



Soulstone
Book 4 Immortalis SeriesBy Katie Salidas

It’s a desperate time for rookie vampire Alyssa, and her sanity is hanging by a slender thread. Her clan is still reeling from the monumental battle with Aniketos; a battle that claimed the body of Lysander, her sire and lover, and trapped his spirit in a mysterious crystal. A Soulstone.

Unfortunately, no amount of magic has been able to release Lysander’s spirit, and the stone is starting to fade. Weeks of effort have proved futile. Her clan, the Peregrinus, have all but given up hope. Only Alyssa still believes her lover can be released. In despair, Alyssa begs the help of the local witch coven, and unwittingly exposes the supernaturals of Boston to unwanted attention from the Acta Sanctorum.

The Saints converge on the city and begin their cleansing crusade to rid the world of all things “Unnatural.” In the middle of an all-out war, but no closer to a solution to the dying stone, Alyssa is left with an unenviable choice: save her mate, or save her clan.

About KATIE SALIDAS


Katie Salidas is a Super Woman!

Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…

Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.


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Guest Blog with Mayra Calvani

First of all, I’d like to thank Roxanne for putting together this virtual book tour and for having me as her guest on this her super-cool blog!
Today I’d like to share with you how and when I got into the paranormal, as well as the name of the author who’s been my biggest literary influence.
My love for the supernatural began at an early age. By the time I was twelve I was already hooked into the dark, mysterious world of vampires, werewolves and witches. The culprits? Early black & white films of mummies, werewolves and vampires which I watched when I was about 9 or 10.
Then there was that time—don’t ask me how—when I ended up in the cinema watching The Omen. It was kind of a stupid accident and, of course, I covered my eyes with my hands for most of the movie...but I have to admit that the experience left a mark on me forever. Later in my teens, I became an avid fan of The Twilight Zone series, Peter Cushing movies and I also loved flicks such as Tales from the Crypt and Creep Show. But, oddly, I wasn’t an avid reader of the supernatural yet. My shelves were filled with Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
It wasn’t until my early twenties, when I discovered Stephen King, that I began reading horror and supernatural stories. But horror has so many subgenres...I like atmospheric, moody, gothic, bizarre horror; the kind of horror that is suggested and not clearly, obviously presented. Nothing too graphic or too bloody for me, thank you very much. J
Toward my late twenties, my best friend introduced me to Anne Rice and her world of beautiful and sophisticated vampires...and I was hooked for life. Of course, I also fell in love with her rich, lovely, baroque writing style and her exploration of history, philosophy and religion. Throughout my writing career, Rice has been my biggest literary influence and, in my opinion, no other vampire author has come close to her yet. There’s a very seductive quality about her work that is partly due to her writing style and partly to the way she combines the commercial with the literary.
Unfortunately, the present market is overflowing with vampire fiction, so much so that I’ve stopped reading vampire novels—well, this might be a lie, I admit, as I’ll read one if the premise is original enough. J
What about you? Are you a fan of Anne Rice? What vampire authors or books do you love?
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and for checking out my supernatural thriller, DARK LULLABY! I really appreciate your support!   

May 2 Promo and reviewKindred Dreamheart http://kindreddreamheart.blogspot.com/
May 3 Guest Blog (have)Fang-tastic Bookswww.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
May 4 Guest Blog (have)The Creatively Green Write at Home Momwww.creativelygreen.blogspot.com
May 5 Promo Books, books the magical fruitHttp://www.booksbooksthemagicalfruit.blogspot.com

May 6 ReviewRamblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer – www.coffeeaddictedwriter.com

May 8 Interview and PromoCarly Fall - Where Fantasy Meets Romancehttp://www.carlyfall.com/dark-lullaby-by-mayra-calvini
May 9 Promo and reviewPicked by Poisonhttp://www.pickedbypoison.com/
May 14 Guest blogJ.D. Brown's Book Blog   http://DarkFantasyBookClub.blogspot.com
May 15 Guest BlogSoliloquy http://kaitlinmichelle.com
May 20 Excerpt/PromoRead2Review.com http://read2review.com
May 23 ReviewReviews By MollyHttp://reviewsbymolly.com
May 25 Guest blogDarlene’s Book Nookhttp://darlenesbooknook.blogspot.com
May 27 ReviewBooks, Books, and More Books http://dream-reader-dreamer2229.blogspot.com/
May 28 Interview and reviewFroggaritawww.froggaritasbookcase.net
May 30 Interview and reviewStorm Goddess Book Reviews & More- www.stormgoddessbookreviews.blogspot.com
May 30 Guest Blog Paranormal Romantic Suspense,http://sjclarke.com/blog-2/


Dark Lullaby
By Mayra Calvani

Blurb:

At a trendy Turkish tavern one Friday night, astrophysicist Gabriel Diaz meets a mysterious young woman. Captivated by her beauty as well as her views on good and evil, he spends the next several days with her. Soon, however, he begins to notice a strangeness in her–her skin’s abnormally high temperature, her obsession with milk products, her child-like and bizarre behavior as she seems to take pleasure in toying with his conscience.

The young woman, Kamilah, invites him to Rize, Turkey, where she claims her family owns a cottage in the woods. In spite of his heavy workload and the disturbing visions and nightmares about his sister’s baby that is due to be born soon, Gabriel agrees to go with her.

But nothing, not even the stunning splendor of the Black Sea, can disguise the horror of her nature. In a place where death dwells and illusion and reality seem as one, Gabriel must now come to terms with his own demons in order to save his sister’s unborn child, and ultimately, his own soul…

*Dream Realm Awards Finalist!

What readers are saying…

“Mayra Calvani is a masterful storyteller… Dark Lullaby is complex and compelling…” –Habitual Reader


“Dark Lullaby is an atmospheric paranormal horror that grips you from page one and refuses to let go until you’ve raced, breathless, to the end.” –ePinions


“Dark Lullaby is a page-turner. A horror story from the top shelf! You’ll love it.” –5 stars from Euro-Reviews


“This is a terrific horror…” –Harriet Klausner


“Dark Lullaby will capture you with its rich descriptions, its exotic location, and the need to uncover the dark secrets hidden within its pages.” –Cheryl Malandrinos, The Book Connection


Author bio:

Mayra Calvani writes fiction and nonfiction for children and adults and has authored over a dozen books, some of which have won awards. Her stories, reviews, interviews and articles have appeared on numerous publications such as The Writer, Writer’s Journal, Multicultural Review, and Bloomsbury Review, among many others. A reviewer for over a decade, she now offers online reviewing workshops. When she’s not writing, reading, editing or reviewing, she enjoys walking her dog, traveling, and spending time with her family.

Visit her website at www.MayraCalvani.com. Join her mailing list and receive the first two lessons of her book reviewing workshop, as well as her free ebook, Reviewers Talk About Their Craft.

Twitter URL: http://twitter.com/mcalvani

Facebook Fan Page URL: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mayra-Calvanis-Fan-Page/162383023775888

Women of the Dark Streets Character Interview

Hello, and thanks for visiting Fang-Tastic Books. I'm Jess Faraday, and I have a new story in Women of the Dark Streets, an anthology of lesbian paranormal fiction from Bold Strokes Books. Here with me is the star of the story, Amelia Archer, Private Detective.
AA: Actually, I prefer Mel.
JF: Ok, Mel--
AA: Of course no one ever calls me that. Amy is as good as it gets.
JF: Welcome, Amy. I'm glad you could take time out of your busy day to chat with us. Speaking of busy days, how do you usually spend yours?
AA: Solving the cases nobody else is dizzy enough to take. Lizard people, ticked-off Navajo gods, lost puppies, that sort of thing. When you're the only gal flatfoot in Los Angeles, and Philip Marlowe is snatching all the best cases from under your nose, you've gotta take what you can get.
JF: Lost puppies?
AA: What can I say? I'm a sucker for kids and animals. Besides, that stolen Pekingese turned out to be the case of the century. How was I supposed to know the little beast had a secret life in the tunnels under L.A.? And that the Lizard People sneaking it scraps under the table had infiltrated both the mob and the mayor's office? But I digress.
JF: Is that what the story is about in Women of the Dark Streets? Lizard People?
AA: No. The Trickster Codex is about the time I tangled with Coyote, the Feds and the U.S. Marines.
JF: Coyote? You mean--
AA: Yeah that Coyote. Navajo legend. Giver of fire and language. Legs up to here, and a body that would stop a train. Hubba.
JF: I thought Coyote was male.
AA: (laughs) I don't know much, but I do know dames. And Lorena Claw--that's what she called herself--was a dame from head to toe. Because of her, I took my lumps from the Feds, got shot by the Marines, and ruined my best suit. But I'd do it again if she batted those big brown eyes at me. No question.
JF: So you like women who are trouble.
AA: Someone like you calls it trouble. I call it excitement. I could say I wanted forever and the white picket fence, but why lie? Eventually, I rub everyone the wrong way. So what's it to me if my future ex-girlfriend comes with a side of gunfire and explosions? I'm not making a long-term investment. I'm probably not going to die in my sleep of old age, so why not have some fun along the way?
JF: Gunfire and explosions are fun?
AA: Well, maybe not when they're happening, but they do make for a better story. I mean, who reads something that starts off with 'and they lived happily ever after'?
JF: That's a good point.
AA: I'm full of 'em.
JF: (under her breath) You're full of something. So, how did you get into the business of supernatural investigations?
AA: I followed a fluffy little dog. Seriously, I don't go looking for the things that go bump in the night. They find me.
JF: And you can't redirect them to someone else...like Marlowe?
AA: (laughs) I wish! Besides, Things that go Bump pay their bills. There's a war on, if you haven't noticed. I'm not talking about the Gerries, either. This town isn't big enough for two superstar private dicks. If I don't take the weird cases, half the time I end up having to choose between keeping myself in cigarettes and keeping the lights on.
JF: Maybe you should consider quitting.
AA: Like I said, I'm not in it for the long haul. I figure I've got ten, maybe fifteen years left on this rock before some lagoon creature or were-beast or some other damn thing-that-shouldn't-exist punches my ticket. I say, take your pleasure before Count Dracula takes it from you.
JF: Speaking of pleasure, what do you enjoy doing when you're not chasing monsters?
AA: (sighs, looks off into the distance) The simple things. A cheap cigarette. An expensive woman. A mid-priced whiskey. Preferably all at once. I'm easy to please.
JF: If you'd listened to your parents' advice, would your life be any different?
AA: Maybe. Probably. I don't know. Actually, I do. If I'd listened to my parents and become a secretary, I'd probably have ended up being Dr. Frankenstein's secretary. After a while you've just gotta accept that some things are meant to be. The Things that Go Bump ain't going nowhere, and neither am I.
JF: So, aside from between the covers of Women of the Dark Streets, where else can readers find you?
AA: In the dark corners and back alleys of wartime Los Angeles. And at http://www.jessfaraday.com. And one of these days I'll spill it about the Lizard People. But first I've got to see a man about a vampire.
JF: Amy Archer, thank you for taking the time to stop by.
AA: Thank you, and don't be afraid of the dark.




May 2 Guest BlogFang-tastic Bookswww.fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com
May 3 Interiew, reviews (kindle) Butterfly-o-Meter Books
May 4 Guest blogRamblings of a Coffee Addicted Writer – www.coffeeaddictedwriter.com
 May 4 Promo/ExcerptRoxanne’s Realmwww.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com
May 5 Guest BlogThe Creatively Green Write at Home Momwww.creativelygreen.blogspot.com 
May 6 Guest Post and reviewsWords of Wisdom from The Scarf Princesshttp://wowfromthescarfprincess.blogspot.com/
May 7 PromoBooks, books the magical fruitHttp://www.booksbooksthemagicalfruit.blogspot.com
May 9 Reviews and PromoBooks, Books, and More Bookshttp://dream-reader-dreamer2229.blogspot.com/
May 9 Interview Soliloquy http://kaitlinmichelle.com
May 11 Interviewwww.julianahaygert.com/blognews/



The Affair of the Porcelain Dog
Author: Jess Faraday
Pages: 240
Pub Date: June 2011
ISBN 10: 1-60282-230-1
ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-230-6

Description

London 1889.

For Ira Adler, former rent-boy and present plaything of crime lord Cain Goddard, stealing back the statue from Goddard's blackmailer should have been a doddle. But inside the statue is evidence that could put Goddard away for a long time under the sodomy laws, and everyone's after it, including Ira's bitter ex, Dr. Timothy Lazarus. No sooner does Ira have the porcelain dog in his hot little hands, than he loses it to a nimble-fingered prostitute.

As Ira’s search for the dog drags him back to the mean East End streets where he grew up, he discovers secrets about his own past, and about Goddard's present business dealings, which make him question everything he thought he knew. An old friend turns up dead, and an old enemy proves himself a friend. Goddard is pressing Ira for a commitment, but every new discovery casts doubt on whether Ira can, in good conscience, remain with him.

In the end, Ira must choose between his hard-won life of luxury and standing against a grievous wrong.

The Affair of the Porcelain Dog has been short-listed for a Lambda Award in the category of "Gay Mystery."
http://www.lambdaliterary.org/llf-new...

Women of The Dark Streets

Contains The Trickster Codex by Jess Faraday
Author: various authors
Edited by Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman
Pages: 336
Pub Date: March 2012
ISBN 13: 9781602826519
Genre: lesbian paranormal anthology

Description

Enter a midnight world of the supernatural—a world of vampires, werewolves, witches, ghosts, and demons. A seductive world limited only by your imagination, full of dark fantasies, hidden desires, and sexy women who rule the night. Edited by award-winning editors Radclyffe and Stacia Seaman, Women of the Dark Streets presents all new tales of the paranormal from your favorite Bold Strokes authors.




About the Author:

Jess Faraday is the author of one novel, three book translations, a handful of short stories, and numerous nonfiction articles.

She is a graduate of the University of Arizona (B.A.) and UCLA (M.A.). Since then, she has earned her daily bread in a number of questionable ways, including translation, lexicography, copyediting, teaching high school Russian, and hawking shoes to the overprivileged offspring of Los Angeles-area B-listers.

She enjoys martial arts, the outdoors, strong coffee and a robust Pinot Noir.

Website: http://www.jessfaraday.com

BSB Author Page

Twitter:@jessfaraday

Facebook: Jess Faraday