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February 8, 2014
The Lovely Donna McDonald showcasing her Demon…
A demon possesses Liam’s love, Ania — and it’s all Liam’s doing. With his evil brother clamoring for the power of the demon, Liam’s problems are about to get even worse in this addictive space adventure.
Excerpt:
“Engage log. Record time and entire discussion, video and audio. Witnesses to this discussion are Lieutenant Dorian Zade, Spiritual Counselor, and Commander Gwen Jet, First Mate. Also present are Ambass—strike that. Also present are Ania Looren, ship’s Peace Keeper, and Captain Liam Synar. Subject of discussion is. . .”
Synar stopped as Ania turned her gaze from the void of space outside the Liberator’s view port and back to him. She walked slowly to the conference table and sat down opposite his seat. He had no choice but to look directly into her eyes as he finished the entry.
“I am beyond ready to hear this, Synar. Please continue.” Ania folded her hands in her lap, trying to quell the rising anxiety threatening to overtake her.
“The subject of this discussion is my regretful revelation to Ania Looren that her body is being used to host a demon called Malachi.” The words came out in a rush, echoing on the air between them as he finished.
Ania shook her head and closed her eyes at Synar’s words, searching for the truth that seemed to be swirling inside her. The fluttering and cramping increased along with the pressure of her life force rushing around chaotically inside her physical form. A demon? She carried a demon inside her? How could she not have known?
“This is the secret you’ve been keeping from me? That I am being used to host a demon?” Ania repeated his words, numb with shock. “How did this come to be the truth?”
Synar looked away, unable to hold Ania’s accusing gaze while he explained. “On our mating day, we were attacked by a group of mercenaries who hoped to capture the demon’s host and gain control over his power. The host at that time was. . .”
“. . . First Mate Jonas Tangier,” Ania said suddenly, surprising all of them, including herself, when her mind suddenly filled with a perfect image of the deceased male. That kind of absolute intuitive knowing hadn’t happened to her in a very, very long time.
Ania stood, walking away from the table and from Synar. How could she have missed all the indicators of possession? A fluttering which was always followed by a sense of dread. Her loss of self. Her utter aloneness. Her spirit had simply refused to acknowledge it—or maybe the demon refused to acknowledge her spirit. Either way she was caught between two kinds of spiritual death.
Ania turned back to Synar and cleared her throat. “Am I right, Synar?”
“Yes. Jonas was Malachi’s former host,” Synar said quietly, holding her inquisitive gaze now that the first shock had passed. “The demon was able to subdue the attackers, but not before Jonas’s body was killed. During the attack, your body was critically wounded to the point of death. The demon went into you and basically saved your life by lending you his. It is the arrangement he has with his hosts.”
“So the demon just left Jonas’s dead body and came into my dying body because I was available and unable to prevent his possession?” Ania asked, reality starting to set in at last. “I am aware of the sacred contracts, Synar. That’s not how it works.”
Her mind raced now with the terrible knowledge. No wonder meditation was impossible. The dark entity within her likely wouldn’t let her commune with the Creators who imprisoned it. She hadn’t seen a demon in several centuries, but she remembered them. In fact, she had a healthy respect for their fate.
“What kind of demon do I carry?”
“Malachi is a linked demon and unable to act, beyond small ways, of his own accord. And to answer your previous question—Malachi’s master ordered him into your body,” Synar admitted at last.
Ania drew in a breath, mostly to hold in her scream. “So who is the master? More to the point—where is the master now since I am forever linked to both? I have a right to face him.”
Hearing Commander Jet draw in a sharp breath at her question, Ania turned to the fierce, younger female who was now swearing softly. She watched Dorian place a restraining hand on the female’s arm. Following the female’s glare, Ania’s gaze ended as she stared in disbelief at Synar’s unrepentant face. Synar? No. No—it couldn’t be. Surely Liam Synar had not mated her without telling her he was a demon master?
But as she studied his tight jaw and lips pressed in a single thin line, she felt the truth sweep though her life force with absolute surety. The Norblade male sitting calmly at his ship’s conference table had breached her centuries-old chaste body, and then given it over to his demon servant as a home.
As her formal mate, Synar would have been fully exercising his rights to do with her dying body as he wished. No one would have dared stop him. Still—she could scarcely take it in. He knew her, knew what she was, what she believed. She had spent over eight hundred years becoming enlightened. He should have known she would never want to be used for such a vile purpose, no matter the loss of her life.
Ignoring Synar’s concerned gaze on her, Ania walked across the room until a solid mass of blue wall blocked further exit. Panic rose in her and along with it a primal scream, her survival mechanisms kicking in at last. She opened her mouth to call out in pain, but only an eerie panicked silence escaped.
A cramp hit her midsection with the force of a fist, but she knew what it was now. The thought of what was inside her angered Ania beyond anything she had felt in hundreds of years.
Needing some outlet for her rage, she drew back her fist and rammed it forward, blasting through three layers of wall as if it were nothing. Pulling her sore hand back, she studied it like a child studies something it doesn’t understand. It had been a bit painful, but mere moments later there wasn’t a single scratch on her to indicate the effort.
Ania turned slowly around and faced the male who had condemned her spirit. Pleiadians lived for thousands of years. No wonder her stoic parents had been crying. They knew as well. Everyone had known but her, and only because Synar hadn’t wanted her to know. He probably had ordered the demon to keep her confused on matters. Did he really hate her so much?
“You purposely put something vile and evil inside me. Why, Liam? You knew my beliefs. Why did you not honor them and let me die? I was your mate. You owed me your honor.”
She clutched at her stomach and bent with the pain as the demon struggled within her, punishing her for her words, maybe even for her thoughts. Defying the darkness living inside, she pulled herself straight, moving out of reach just as Synar lunged from the chair. “Stay away. Do not touch me.”
“I put Malachi inside you because I could not watch you die when I had the power to save you.” Saying it aloud was such a great relief that Synar wanted to sink to the floor at Ania’s feet.
Ania backed away from him further. Power to save her, Liam had said. It was always about power with males. Despair wrapped around her like a cloak to know she had tied herself to this one.
“But don’t you see, Synar? What you have done to me—this is death. The laser blast I took for you did not hurt this much. I would gladly have died.”
She turned away then, clenching her hands into fists. Then suddenly, she was whirling back to confront him, the anger refusing to be held inside any longer.
“Your rejection of me as your mate felt like death too, Liam Synar. I figured it was divine punishment for the mistake I made agreeing to become your mate in the first place. But how could you hide this kind of truth from me? The demon used me to kill three other beings, and I have no memory of it. Your actions in giving me to him were both foolish and selfish.”
“Aye—they were selfish,” Synar agreed, still sure his pain was no less than Ania’s. He reached out to grab her chin, only to have his hand violently knocked away. The rejection of his touch hurt more than he’d expected. “I would do the same thing again to extend your life. Malachi is vicious when provoked, but he is always good to his hosts. He has been in my family almost since he was turned to a demon. Being his master is not my choice. You must try to understand the situation from my perspective.”
Ania sneered. “Your perspective? I well see your perspective. You are a spoiled child seeking to be forgiven for what you consider a small exercise of your will over mine. What do you know of the demon’s kind? I specifically chose not to follow the path of Malachi’s species. I dedicated myself to living a different life.”
“Can you not see that I did this for your good?” Synar demanded.
“No. I cannot. Remove the demon from me at once and let my body die, Synar.”
“No—at least, not yet. I cannot refuse you forever, but I also cannot risk the demon not having a host at this time. No action can be taken until another host can be found.”
His stomach heaved at the thought of Ania lifeless, never to be reanimated.
Ania closed her eyes and fought to calm the turmoil inside her. Getting angrier would solve nothing, but how could she be calm? Now even the memories of the caring she had once felt from him were meaningless.
Liam Synar was a stranger. Worse, she realized he had always been one, even the day she mated him.
“How did what we found together become this unholy alliance?” Ania asked.
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Cover Reveal For Chance’s Game
Find the box, save the realm.
Please note, Chance’s Game was originally published by Champagne Book Group from February 2011 until January of 2014. To more accurately reflect the story within, I’ve given it a wicked new cover. To those who bought the original, while the story remains essentially the same, I’ve gone through it with a fine editing comb.
In a world where magic is common, Breanna is among the rarest of her kind and highly sought after – by all the wrong men. With a roll of his dice, in steps the God of Chance, who sets her up on a quest to free the Realm from a powerful spell. There’s just one problem. Chance expects her to team up with a wizard – who is also a devilish rake.
Her world is turned sideways when everything seems to happen at once – she meets her twin sister for the first time, keeps trying to avoid avid suitors – who don’t know how to take no for answer – and battles her attraction for the handsome wizard whom she just can’t shake.
It’s a race to save the world they know, but with magic gone wild, dangerous foes and pesky gods determined to meddle will they survive to complete their quest?
The Realm series :
Book One : Wizard’s Chance
Book Two : The Hunter
Book Three : Chance’s Game
Cover Artist: Amanda Kelsey – www.razzdazzdesign.com
Editor (2013): Amanda L. Pederick
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February 6, 2014
Is this younger alpha male a match for this cougar?
“Are you giving me an ultimatum?” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t take well to orders. Even well-meaning ones.
“Yes. I am.”
She laughed. “And how do you plan on enforcing it? In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re behind bars. What’s to stop me from walking away?”
“Are you that determined and stubborn to spite me that you would prefer to put yourself in harm’s way than accept my help?”
Yes! Even she saw how illogical that was. But she suspected an ulterior motive. “You want more than just to help me.”
“True. I won’t lie. I mean to claim you. Just like the wolf here intends to place his mark when you allow him to.”
“When she’s ready,” Stu interjected, having acted as a silent observer to their argument ’til this point.
At least the wolf had the common sense not to push her buttons. Stu understood her. “Will you wait until I am ready as well?” She arched a brow in query.
“No.” A sensual smile stretched Ricky’s lips, and his eyes practically glowed as he caught her gaze. The more they stood staring at each other, caught in a face off, the more golden they turned. Dizzying. Full of promises. And delights … She blinked first. Ricky grinned in triumph. “Unlike my young friend, I am not a man who waits on the whimsy of others. I see what I want, and I take it. And I definitely want you.”
She couldn’t help how her skin prickled, especially when he raked a smoldering gaze over her body that left no part of her untouched. He threw down the gauntlet, and she should have exploded into a fury. Instead, heat flooded her body as a part of her, a submissive girly part she would have claimed didn’t exist—and immediately wanted to slap silly—exploded with pleasure and ached for him to act on his words. She squashed it as best she could, but feared he’d caught the rise in her body’s temperature by the knowing half smirk on his lips. “Take it? I thought you’d turned over a new leaf? No more stealing and taking things that don’t belong to you.”
“It is not theft to take what is rightfully mine.”
Forget taming their cougar. These young studs want her as is, even if she scratches.
February 4, 2014
The hilarious Celia Kyle – No Ifs, Ands, or Bears About It
The first day of Mia’s new life in Grayslake, Georgia is not going as planned. The house her grandfather left her looks ready to crumble, boxes cover every inch of the floor and—oh—there’s a bear cub in her pantry. It gets worse when the cub’s uncle comes by and busts out his fur and claws while on her front porch. Then it gets loads better because suddenly there’s a hot hunk of badge-wearing werebear on her lawn ready to rescue her. Yum. Of course, he has to ruin things by trying to take the cub out of her hands. Ha! The cub is hers… No ifs, ands, or bears about it.
Werebear Ty can’t seem to get the curvaceous, delectable Mia to understand that, even if she is one-quarter werebear, she isn’t keeping the cub. Ty is the Grayslake Itan, the clan’s leader, and the little werebear is going home with him… Unless it isn’t. It’s her smile. If she’d stop smiling and being gorgeous, his inner-bear would support him and Ty would get his way. But the beast wants to make their woman happy, so it’s perfectly content to let her do as she pleases. Then things change. Threats arise, danger comes close, and Ty demands she return to his den. No ifs, ands, or mates about that.
A bear cub sat in her pantry.
Mia squinted and peered into the dim interior. Yup, a bear cub. The small ball of fur shifted, reflective black eyes settling on her with interest.
Heck no, she was not being mauled by a bear.
She slammed the door shut and counted to five, sure it’d been a figment of her imagination. Her mind had been playing tricks on her ever since she’d walked through the door of her deceased grandfather’s home. Part of her wondered if he’d decided to haunt her as he’d always threatened. A familiar pang of grief speared her heart. That fleeting thought brought back the memory of standing at the old man’s graveside less than a week ago, clutching her dad’s hand as her grandfather was lowered into the ground.
Her eyes stung, tears forming and clouding her vision, and she wiped away the moisture as it trailed down her cheeks. He was gone. She needed to push past the grief and live her life. He’d whoop her from one end of the house to the other if he caught her crying over him. The man had lived to a hundred, and he’d been ready for a break already.
A low, barking whine came from the pantry, the solid wood muffling the sound but that didn’t negate the source’s existence.
She had a bear cub. In her pantry.
Gripping the knob, she eased the door open and peeked inside. Yup, still there. Huddled in a tiny ball, little eyes trained on her. Every inch of his fur stood on end.
“Hey, little guy.” Mia kept her voice low, hopefully soothing to the cub. She was either dealing with a wild young one or a baby werebear. She was in Grayslake, Georgia. All werebears, all the time. She glanced at the cub. Mia voted for werebear. Like, really, really voted for werebear.
She hadn’t inherited the ability to shift but her dad easily transformed from man to bear and back. So, she’d grown up knowing about shifters. And he’d told her, and proved to her, over and over again that weres in their animal form still held onto their human thoughts.
She extended a hand toward the cub and kept her voice pitched low. “Hey, sweetheart. Did you get stuck in here? You ready to come out?”
The little cub shook its head and scrambled deeper into the corner.
Crap. Well, crap on one hand and woo-hoo on the other. She was fairly sure she was dealing with a were, but he remained in her pantry.
“Okay,” she sighed. “The thing about it is, you probably belong to someone who is a heck of a lot bigger than you and me put together. Your momma is going to be angry her cub is missing, and I don’t wanna get between you and her.”
Like, really, really didn’t want to get between a cub and its mother. While a werebear had human love in its heart, there was also the bear’s possessiveness and insane drive to kill anything, or anyone, who came between it and its young.
The cub shook its head, and its eyes glistened, shining with moisture that hadn’t been there before. This had to happen on her first day in Grayslake.
“Okay, well, I’m gonna leave the door open. So, when you’re ready to come out—” More trembling and an actual tear escaped the cub’s eye.
Darn it.
“Listen, little guy, or girl, I’m sure you belong to someone and they’re going to be so worried.” She took a chance, and sought to confirm her beliefs. “Why don’t you shift for me and tell me where you live? I’ll take you home—”
The cub whined and clawed the ground, nails digging furrows into the hundred year old wood floors.
“Hey,” she snapped. Cub or not, common courtesy spanned species barriers. “No scratching the floors.” The little bear immediately stopped. “Thank you. Now—”
A harsh, heavy pounding on her front door yanked her attention from the cub. The wood rattled in its frame, reminding her she needed to hunt up a repairman to replace it. The door was original to the house, and she hated to swap it out with something modern, but in a town filled with bears… She’d rather have an extra layer of protection in case one of the residents turned cranky at having a mostly-human in their midst.
The hammering came again, followed by a rough yell, and she sighed. Was everyone in Grayslake intent on disrupting Mia’s move? First the cub and now this guy. She’d only been in town a freakin’ day.
“Answer.” Thud. “This.” Pound. “Door.” Crack.
Aw, the crack did it. She’d buried her grandfather less than a week ago and was moving into his home at his bequest. Now some stranger decided to damage a piece of her memories. She didn’t think so.
Mia looked to the cub once again. “I’ll be right back, little one. Let me…” Her words trailed off as the pungent scent of urine hit her, and a widening puddle emerged from beneath the cub. She didn’t need her father’s shifter senses. The small bear’s stark fear was unmistakable. There was a reason the cub was hiding, cowering, in her pantry, and she guessed it had everything to do with the man darn near breaking down her door.
She held a hand out, palm facing the small one. “Stay.”
The only response she received was a tiny shudder.
More pounding from the front of the house echoed down the hallway, the man’s increasing growls easily reaching her through the old walls. If this guy had anything to do with the cub, like she suspected, then she’d be facing a werebear pretty darned soon.
Which really sucked.
February 3, 2014
Eliza Gayle has a not new release out – Be Were
Dean had a family once. Until tragedy and betrayal consumed them. Now he lives on his own terms keeping life simple and carefree. Then one night leads to one bite and he’s forced back into a dangerous world that reminds him he’s still as angry as ever and this time he’s not leaving until he gets what he wants. Niki.
Niki Harris has lived a life of secrets and solitude with no interest in making a change. But an easy one night stand turns complicated and she finds herself marked. Now she has to decide, tell the sexy shifter with a possessive streak a mile wide she’s pregnant and in danger or do what she’s always done–run.
The talented Eliza Gayle has alot more books and shifters to tempt. Be sure to check out here website for more offerings at : http://elizagayle.net
February 2, 2014
Spotlighting an Indie – Dima Zales
From the internationally bestselling authors who brought you the Krinar Chronicles comes a captivating tale of intrigue, love, and danger in a world where sorcery is entwined with science . . .
Once a respected member of the Sorcerer Council and now an outcast, Blaise has spent the last year of his life working on a special magical object. The goal is to allow anyone to do magic, not just the sorcerer elite. The outcome of his quest is unlike anything he could’ve ever imagined – because, instead of an object, he creates Her.
She is Gala, and she is anything but inanimate. Born in the Spell Realm, she is beautiful and highly intelligent – and nobody knows what she’s capable of. She will do anything to experience the world . . . even leave the man she is beginning to fall for.
Augusta, a powerful sorceress and Blaise’s former fiancée, sees Blaise’s deed as the ultimate hubris and Gala as an abomination that must be destroyed. In her quest to save the human race, Augusta will forge new alliances, becoming tangled in a web of intrigue that stretches further than any of them suspect. She may even have to turn to her new lover Barson, a ruthless warrior who might have an agenda of his own . . .
February 1, 2014
Another snippet from Freakn’ Cougar
“I get it. You find me attractive, and you want to bang me. Sexual compatibility is not something to base a whole future on.”
“And, yet, isn’t that how most relationships start? First, you notice the exterior package, and your brain sends a message along the lines of ‘Hey, this broad is hot.’ Then your eyes meet, and there’s a little spark, a shared moment where you’re like, ‘I want to get to know this gal.’ Next thing you know, you’re talking and making out.”
“Or slapping the forward jerk and stomping away.”
He grinned.
Forget taming their cougar. These young studs want her as is, even if she scratches.
January 31, 2014
January 30, 2014
Watch out boys, she’ll scratch you up
“Alone at last,” Ricky said in a low purr.
“About freakn’ time,” Stu grumbled. “I thought my family would never leave us alone.”
“They mean well,” Patricia said, backing away from them even as her heart rate increased at the smoldering heat aimed her way.
“Mean well?” Stu snorted. “Ha. You’ll learn. This is just the beginning. Now that you’re part of my life, they’ll be constantly over, harassing us.”
Ricky laughed. “Poor puppy.”
“Don’t laugh, cat. I already heard Ma talking about how the poor orphan kitty needs some home-cooked meals to fatten him up.” That wiped the smile from Ricky’s face.
“I do not.” “According to her, you do. Oh, and she’s already been talking to Aunt Jezebel about knitting you a wool sweater to keep you warm because she noticed you shivering in the cold.”
“Because I was fucking naked in the snowy Rockies at the time. I don’t need her taking care of me.”
“Yeah, well good luck convincing my mother otherwise. She’s mothered tougher men than you.”
“I won’t wear a yuppie sweater.”
“You will,” Stu told him in an ominous tone.
Patricia couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys are too funny.”
“Says the woman who will start receiving less-than-subtle hints about popping out a cub.”
“A baby!” Patricia squeaked the word. “We’re not even mated.”
“Yet.”
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January 29, 2014
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