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Book Blitz: Beautifully Awaken

Title:  Beautifully Awake (Beautifully Awake #1)  Author: Riley Mackenzie Genre: Contemporary Romance 18   Publication Date: September 26, 2013  Event Organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.

Synopsis Diagnosis: Sleep-running Treatment: Truth  Prognosis: Beautifully Awake
Lili Porter hates the rain. Bad things happen in the rain. As a small town social worker dedicated to protecting children, she is forced to start over to escape her rural disaster. Determined to follow her father’s advice—head up and chin high—Lili finds herself in a new city, taking on a new system, this time healthcare. In doing so, she gets something she never expected, an intimate behind-the-scenes look at life in the hospital.

 Lili learns that a surgeon’s hands have the power to heal more than physical wounds. And a prescription for truth can cure three years of sleep running and leave you beautifully awake    
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"> Yep. That's an “s.” There are two of us!
We’re East coast girls separated by Long Island Sound who met in Physician Assistant School and have been besties ever since. We can safely say that thirteen miles of water does not get in the way because we talk or text, no exaggeration, at least 150 times a day. No, really, we do—about everything and nothing. Shockingly, we never (we mean never) run out of things to say. Umm, ever. We definitely laugh A LOT and we’re a tad sarcastic. And if we’re being totally honest, one or two people might have, on occasion, used our names and ‘dramatic’ in the same sentence. But it’s hard to trust the sources since they married us.
It only took twelve years, two husbands, five kids, two dogs, and a two-week vacation in Cape Cod later to decide the romance world needed a splash of medicine. Write what you know.
So you can easily find us at 4 o'clock on Bank Street beach with a glass of cold Prosecco brainstorming. And guaranteed if we bump into you, literally, it’s only because our iPhones are glued to our hands (totally out of our control) either writing or editing our next novel (and yes, it is possible to do from your iPhone, we mastered it … damn those straight quotations).
When we are not working on our book or reading the latest angsty romance on our kindles, you basically name it and we have it going on. Soccer, lacrosse, golf, swimming, dance, gymnastics, football, chess, baseball, basketball, skiing, ice skating, school, homework, and more school. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention our careers in medicine?

Needless to say, we realized fast that something had to go, so we opted for sleep. It’s completely overrated (yet so AMAZING) and delirium makes everything funnier. Good thing we share a brain and can pretty much complete each other’s sentences (definitely weird, we know), otherwise it might have taken us two years to write Beautifully Awake rather than one.

 So that’s our story, who we are … just add AUTHORS to the list!  
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Book Blitz: Vampire Secrets by Rashelle Workman

  Title: Vampire Secrets (Blood and Snow Season Two)  Author: RaShelle Workman  Genre: Urban Fantasy (Reinvented Fairytale)  Release Date: September 14, 2014  Publisher: Polished Pen Press Corporation  Cover by  Andrea Garcia   
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 ~ Synopsis ~   Blood and Snow Season Two Book 2 ~ Vampire Secrets A dream is a wish your heart makes... It's been a month since Jasmine agreed to the wish that would keep Laeddin safe. By all accounts she should be happy. She's attending high school, hanging out with friends, and spending time with Laeddin. but she isn't. Ever since the sorceress ripped away a part of her, she hasn't felt like herself. To make matters worse, the man with red eyes, the one that haunted her dreams, is appearing in real life. And demonic creatures keep showing up in Salem. The question on both counts is why? Jasmine must figure out who the man is and what the creatures want. Thankfully, she isn't alone. Laeddin, Peter, Zoe, and some friends from the mansion next door will help. And then there's the sorceress. she's using what she took from Jasmine to inflict havoc on the human realm as well as other realms.



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About the Author RaShelle Workman is the author of the popular Blood and Snow series. She loves to reinvent fairy tales teens and adults can sink their teeth into. Her stories include kissing, vampires, werewolves, witches, aliens, and more kissing. Her books: Sleeping Roses, Exiled, Beguiled, and Dovetailed have foreign rights contracts with a Turkish publisher. RaShelle is also one of the co-founders of Indie Recon LIVE, a self publishing conference that will debut October 10-11, 2014 in Sandy, Utah.    
Her books include: Sleeping Roses Across the Ages Exiled Beguiled Dovetailed Blood and Snow (1-12) The Cindy Chronicles Vampire Lies (Blood and Snow Season 2) A Beauty So Beastly   
Short stories:  
Cindy Witch The Hunter's Tale Gabriel After the Kiss Zaren's Travels

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Book Blitz with #GIVEAWAY: Distraction by Angela McPherson

Title: Distraction
Author: Angela McPherson          

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Untold Press

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours


Blurb:
Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.

Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.

Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!

Recommended for mature audiences 18+

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MU0NY9M

Excerpt:

Frantically, I searched her face until I reached her wounded eyes, and my insides knotted with uncertainty. I claimed her lips with mine, fitting perfectly together. Her mouth opened, and the salty taste of her tears forced reality into the room. As much as I wanted the kiss to linger, I had to make her understand how much I wanted her, and only her. Reluctantly, I backed away.

"I've loved you since we were kids. I wanted it to be me instead of that dick, Mark James, on your first date. I've wanted you so fucking bad, but I never told you how I felt because the thought of losing you, even as a friend, terrified me."

Her green, shock-filled eyes pooled with tears again. I did the only thing I thought would make her believe me. My hand wrapped around the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair. I inched her closer until I felt her soft lips against mine.

The kiss started in a slow exploration. The moment my tongue met hers, her breath caught and her body shivered. My heart raced like a jackhammer when her fingers spread through my wet hair and the kiss deepened.

Damn she felt good, and tasted even better. Her lips were soft, but eager for more. Her hair felt like smooth silk beneath my hand. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against me, only it wasn't enough. I wanted more.

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I fisted my fingers in his hair wanting, no needing, to get lost in his embrace. His distraction was what I had needed to finally let go.

Tristan devoured me in his arms, squeezing me tight. I allowed his embrace, wanting to hold on to the moment before it was gone...lost to someone else.

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, needing to be sure she was really there and not a figment of my imagination. I didn't wonder long. Taking control, Elle grabbed my shirt and crashed her lips to mine.

Best. Fucking. Kiss. Ever.

I held her thighs tighter, my fingers digging into the silk material, but the contact wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed to feel her skin, touch her body, feel her clench around me as I rocked into her over and over. I wanted to watch her cheeks blush when she came. I wanted to make her lose control. I wanted her begging for more.

When I walked out, I almost turned back around. Ginger looked at me as though she’d been starved, which she probably was. She'd only eaten half her salad.

Yeah, Elle knew how I felt, but I needed to up my game...give her a little something to think about.

Wanna know what I find sexy? Let's see...the pressure of your pouty lips on mine. Caressing, tasting, every inch of your naked body. Making love to you and hearing you scream, begging for more. Making you mine. Still waiting...

Tristan. Eric. I never wanted to hurt anyone. Maybe I should let them both go?

My stomach squeezed. Tristan. No, I couldn't leave him...not entirely. We'd always be friends, right?

Shit, why did this have to be so hard? Why couldn't life and all its distractions just fade away?


Author Bio:

Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee——who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all——especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to. 

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Book Blitz: The China Dogs by Sam Masters

Title: The China Dogs Author: Sam Master Genre: Thriller Publish Date: August 19, 2014 Publisher: Witness Impulse an imprint of HarperCollins  

~ Synopsis ~

Man’s best friend is about to become America’s worst enemy... When a sudden rash of deadly canine attacks hits the greater Miami area, Lieutenant “Ghost” Walton, Special Ops, takes little notice. Blame it on the heat, a rare disease, or the fact that people just don’t know how to take care of their pets. But when the body count rises, and the perimeter of blood and carnage spreads wider and wider, into the farthest reaches of Miami-Dade county, Ghost has no choice but to pay attention. Doggedly, he tries to uncover the link between these lethal incidents, but he doesn’t count on falling for a sassy out-of-towner with a dark past, nor does he expect to stumble onto a plot that threatens national security.               Where to Purchase   Chapter 1 Gobi Desert, Northeastern China The silver buses drive across the land of endless sand. Onboard are prisoners from China’s notorious Death Row. Rapists, serial murderers, and child abusers. Twenty men about to be given an extraordinary chance to live. To wipe the slate clean. The long vehicles that carry them are equipped with lethal electrocution equipment, state-of-the-art technology designed to deliver on-the-spot executions. The inmates can choose to stay on board and be quickly put to death; their organs harvested there and then and sold to those needing donations. Or—when the doors swing open—they can run for their lives. Run into one of the largest deserts in the world and take their chances with what lies out there. Air brakes hiss, sand sprays, and the five buses come to a syn- chronized stop in the blistering heat. Three army copters hover in the sweltering air. Military bosses watch like circling vultures. On cue, automated locks clunk and the big doors of the ve- hicles slide open. Clouds of hot sand rise as the bare feet of desperate men jump and run from the vehicles. No one remains. Six miles away—six miles north, south, east, and west—the doors of four armored personnel carriers also open . General Fu Zhang peers down like God. Watches life and death play out. People reduced to black dots, scattered like dung beetles. He can’t help but think it would be better for the men if they’d stayed on the buses. Their deaths would be less painful. The leader of China’s armed forces follows each and every fa- tality on his video monitor. Nonchalantly, he waves a hand to the pilot to return to base. He is pleased. Seldom has he seen such efficient slaughter. Such economic carnage. Project Nian is nearing completion.   About the Author SAM MASTERS is a pseudonym for an author who has written seven books, including a bestseller that has sold in more than 30 countries. This is his first novel for Witness.     Giveaway Five BlueFire Downloads  Entry-Form

Book Blitz: The Blue Effect by Rose Shababy

Title: The Blue Effect: A Renegade Heroes Novel
Author: Rose Shababy      

Genre: Adult Sci Fi Fantasy
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
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Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.

When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally. He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when he reveals his own gifts.

Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the rest of society.

Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them all.

Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?

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Excerpt

“Kasey,” I yelled stupidly, knowing it wouldn’t do any good but unable to stop myself. “Kasey, where are you?”

I burst through another door to find the bathroom, a layer of steam frozen in the air. I pulled the curtain back without even thinking about who might be in the shower, and slumped with relief when I found Kasey. He held a washcloth to his face as a stream of water rained down on him, frozen in place.

“Kasey,” I breathed happily, and reached out to grab his hand.

As I touched him, the same spark I always felt when we made contact erupted and the world came to life again. Water spewed all over me, soaking my clothes, spilling over onto the floor, but I didn’t care.

Kasey startled and yelped a little when he saw me. He recovered quickly. “Blue? What happened?”

I smiled, my tears mixing with the hot water from the shower as I launched myself at him, hugging him tightly. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around me.

Thank god I found you! I thought. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered in his ear.

“I knew you would come back,” he whispered back, just before his lips found mine.

Author Bio:
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.

Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider. Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and only one still lives at home.

Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her husband.

If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with coke-bottle glasses.

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Book Blitz: Trapped Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series

Title: Trapped Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series
Author: Eri Nelson

Genre: FICTION > Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology, Action & Adventure
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours


Blurb:
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson comes a first look into a modern day mythology twist of the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series. This adult-action-packed-interweaving tale catches the initial sparks of a fire that will not stop until it entices your desire to read more.

Izzy’s world is apparently not what it seems and neither is she. Although this now adult orphan is attempting to grasp at all the flying madness whizzing her way.

From electrically charged meetings of the first sight kind to the levitating heartbeats, Izzy takes it all in stride. However, even a girl of her kind is allowed to totally kick the crap of love’s possible interest. Not to mention grab him by the shirt tail while dashing through the walls ending in another time and back again.


Excerpt:
~The force was great and far

too out of control. In so much as

to have Izzy and Aiden landing

shoulder to shoulder and face down in a pile

of rubble.

“What just happen? What did you do?

What did you just do, Isabella?”

“I don’t know! But whatever it was it

just saved both our asses and sense your

whole attitude resides in yours. You would

think you would be happy!”

“Yeah I am happy! Hey the first thing I

thought about this morning was Hey wouldn’t

it be grand to travel through my own bloody

walls only to find myself face down in the dirt.

Oh and let us not forgot whatever the hell that

was that blew all my windows in. Do you

even know how much that is going to cost

me? Cause I sure as don’t,” Aiden was aware

that he was rambling out of pure panic but he

sure was not going to admit it.

“Yeah Mr. Elite Black that’s the first

thing I think about when I am about to be

killed is how much is this going to cost me.

Have I mentioned within the past hour how

much of an ass you are?”

“So you didn’t come to my home to

explain anything, but to flee from something?

Am I right?”

“Ok, you are right I did. However, in

all honesty it was not on purpose. I heard a

voice that told me to run to him that can help.

I was not even thinking about you. For that

matter, I did not even know where you lived. I

just ran and then I ended up in the lobby of

your building where I seen your name in the

listings. Look, up to the last few hours I did

not know who or what I was and currently I

wish I still did not. But if it makes you feel

any better, I am sorry I got you involved.”

Aiden looked at her questioningly but

said. “Well, that does not make me feel any

better, but thanks!”

Izzy arose from the rubble becoming

more aware of her wounds. She still wore her

gym clothes and after this, her Nike’s would

never be the same. It seems she was getting

harder on her shoes in a matter of hours than

the last few years of all her cardio routines.

Glancing around she said, “We have to find

something to tell us where we are.”

Aiden bent over and pulled with him a

metal engraved plate. “Mystery solved. We

are in the midst of what’s left of my

building.”

“How can you tell,” questioned Izzy?

“Cause this plate bears my address.”

“Ok, I am pretty sure I did not blow up

the building but to be honest I am not sure.”

Aiden looked at Izzy calmly before he

went on into a frenzy. “You are not sure!

Look around here Glenda the not so good

witch, what was your first clue? The fact,

which we seem to be the only humans in a

fifty-mile radius? Oh, or perhaps it was that

there is nothing but a crumbled building lying

around us! Right now, I can’t believe I was

even fascinated by your ass let alone any

abilities you might have!”

“You egotistical self centered…. I am

pretty sure we went through the building and

if you stop your over reacting mouth for half a

breath, you would remember that we flew

through what I can only say and think was

time. As for my posterior, well it is finer out

of these biker shorts. Not that you will ever

have the opportunity to know.”

“Pretty sure? You think. So let me just

take a look into your glass globe of a head.”

Izzy rolled her eyes and watch Aiden

continue on with his hysterics.

“Hmmm, well from what I can gather

you got up today and said hey I know who I

can test psycho crap on today! Some poor

sucker that you just so happen to bash his

head in. Yeah that will do it!”

“Come on, I didn’t think about the

bashing in part. That came when you opened

your mouth.”

“Funny! So you are not just some chick

with freaky power you are an off color

comedian.”

“Take a moment and really look around

here. This destruction did not just happen.

Clearly this rubble has been here for

decades,” Izzy was not so sure about her

statement until just now but under her current

duress, it made sense.

Aiden contemplated this newest

discovery while he rummaged through the

crumbled building’s remains.

“I think you might be right there seems

to be some growth around the edges.”

Izzy climbed to one of the last

remaining corners of the building to view the

surroundings.

“Aiden look, there seems to be more

destruction all around us. Whatever has

happened it seems that it has been a more

dynamic source of energy than I believe

remains within me.”

“That might be the case but it is a little

early to come to that conclusion.”

His words might be accurate however

right now they just seemed to tick Izzy off.

“Why do you have to be such a positive

ass? For crying out loud, lets least try to work

this out!”

“Isabella, I simply meant that we need

to look around a bit more before we conclude

on any theories.”

Izzy paused before jumping down off

her peak and dared to reply. “Oh, guess I

jumped the gun on that. Sorry.”

“Yeah well let us not get all mushy

with sentiment.”

Blurb:
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson emerges book two in a modern day whirlwind weave to mythology’s take on tales. From the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series comes the sparks that could truly only be Izzy herself.         

As fate belted her for knowing the truth, Izzy now finds out that Aiden has gone missing. Having not ended on a heartwarming note, the electorally-charged-mortal with a warped take on being a goddess plans for a search and rescue.

With plans for Aiden’s rescue almost halted by Arnost and Meg, Izzy takes in an ill paced smell. No lie, her new power is the act of being able to smell it. However, this hasn't stopped the rotten flesh of the dead from leaving their scent in the act of trying to harm Izzy.

In an ever growing list of Izzy’s enemies one will hold the fatherly insight she has desired or will he?


Excerpt:
With the Grimoire in hand Izzy stated as if talking to the book as if she would any other, “It’s not safe for you.” In response, the book glowed and vanished from her grasp.

The odor was far more potent than her first stumble upon their type. At this point, she was sure that this would be her second run in with this kind. Since she had not encountered it while searching for their The Cursed visitor, Tempest, she was confident these were a different kind of being. More importantly, she was positive that Arnost as well as her sister were keeping yet another secret from her. If she were able to get through this she would be certain to ask this time what were the ones known as blood mad?

Instead of a shaded moon to guide her way, Izzy had the evening sun setting to light up the horizon. It would be a lighted display compared to her last encounter.

As the crest of a head emerged, Izzy chose to duck behind one of the many discarded vehicles on Arnost’s junkyard’s front. She had expected merely one but from her crouch position, she could now see many shapes approaching. This would perhaps be a blood bath. With whose blood she was not sure of. Izzy only hoped it would not be her’s.

Finally close enough for her vision to take in the whole scene Izzy stumbled falling on her derrière.

“Holy crap, It’s a Thriller video and me without a red jacket!”

Like in true Izzy form, she chuckled at her warped sense of humor. Yeah, laughing when she is scared out of her mind is always her first call to action. The second is to kick some zombie ass.

Their step was slurred and staggered. Although they did not come at a great speed, their decayed bodies moved on with a definite determined ever-demanding need. Halting as many as Izzy could with her new ability to freeze. The new power it seemed could halt to a point in time around her chosen subject. Leaving them immobilized while time cruelly moved by around them. So far, Izzy had learned she could freeze a room of standing still humans. While slow moving, of what she could only assume to call, zombies were a bit harder to master.

This was starting to become a full workout. A half summersault over a rotten corpse with a back twist over another and she was beginning to sweat. Then as if a prayer to her calls Arnost appeared and shouting as, he approached…

“Don’t waste your energy trying to freeze them all. You have to burn them. Its fire or the blood of the one they track to halt them. Hurry now and bring the lighting forth and burn the hell out of them.”

This pain was something in the future she hoped would lessen but as of now it hurt like no other. Calling the electric force forth through her body, it began to break the flesh of her fingers. Just as she could feel the blood pour from her, she aimed her strikes toward the walking dead. Laying a strong, enough charge to set them burning as their hollow forms still tried to move forth.

When once slowing to a halt Izzy turned to view the horrors of the yard. Much of the ground lay littered with scorched spots. What was not blackened by the flames, still burned on with rotten flesh caught in the remaining blazes’ grasp. The scene looking much like Hell had moved above ground.



Author Bio:
From the Author:

I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf' to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).

Best Wishes
Eri Nelson

About the Author:

Eri Nelson born Erica Walcott is a Indie Author and the youngest of three in a family of five. Erica became Eri (airy) from her mother who called her that for as long as she could remember. The short take on her name took on a more solid base with the love of her life and husband, Jeff Nelson.

Together they have been for the past twenty years. Within that time they were able to raise one daughter and endless amount of pets.

Writing is a passion for her and an abundance of never ending joy. Only one thing tops that for Eri... and that is when a reader enjoys the read......

(More on Eri)

Eri Nelson is a nontraditional indie author who manages all areas of her fiction, fantasy, paranormal, action, adventure and sometimes-erotic writing. Eri handles all the groundwork of her books, even the editing. Because of this Eri strives to improve her abilities along with trying to explain to readers her far from traditional sentence structures. However, she will openly admit that typos follow her.

Join Eri and her shadowy side of writing as she takes you along to explore new desire hunger filled worlds where your mind can share in the heat of the read.

Author Links:



http://www.dearharts.com/   My personal site (includes my book store, promo store, blog, teasers, and more about me).

http://dearharts.com/UnorthodoxBlog/ my site’s blog

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Eri-Nelson/119732781417072 Facebook Fan Page

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Eri-Nelson/119732781417072?sk=app_163325500392236 Facebook Games/videos/and book previews

https://twitter.com/Dearharts Twitter Page

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5040827.Eri_Nelson GoodReads Page

http://pinterest.com/erinelson/ Pinterest Page

http://www.youtube.com/user/EriNelsonAuthor?feature=mhee Youtube page

http://www.twylah.com/Dearharts Twylah Page

http://about.me/erinelson about me page

http://www.wattpad.com/user/EriNelson my wattpad page

Book Blitz: TrappedÂ

                                                           Title Trapped
                                 Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

 

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Trapped

When the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering innkeepers.  She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.

Without friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

“Enter a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”

This is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.



Title Trapped – X

Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

 

Trapped – X

When the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering innkeepers.  She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.

Without friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

“Enter a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”

This is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.

This edition of Trapped contains explicit sexual material intended for adults only.




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EXCERPT:

I shouldn’t be... this is wrong. I should be... Her thoughts reeled, searching for answers. On my cot, clean and bandaged, not... sticky... and smelling like....

The pervading scent of blood burst through her mind, creating explosive tingles throughout her body. Sarenka’s scarlet eyes snapped open. The lights of her freni-kyn hair sparked, throwing off bits of glowing color. She threw herself backward, scrabbling to get away but the chain anchored her there. Too close. Oh god!

The master’s glazed eyes stared coldly across the short space. Her stomach wrenched into dry heaves, sending shards of pain stabbing through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the morning-after-nausea of the foreveron drug. A single pain-tear trickled down her cheek before she forced her eyes open.

Dead... he’s... dead. Dizzying relief flooded her senses. She stared at the man’s broken body, lip lifting in a snarl. And he’ll never touch me again.




E.S. Tilton BIO:

Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing fantasy fiction.  Despite a recent move to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to whatever strange land they may lead.  She is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than she can take care of.  Her other interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course, pleasure.

 

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Book Blitz: Trapped

                                                           Title Trapped
                                 Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

 

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Trapped

When the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering innkeepers.  She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.

Without friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

“Enter a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”

This is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.



Title Trapped – X

Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

 

Trapped – X

When the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering innkeepers.  She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.

Without friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

“Enter a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”

This is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.

This edition of Trapped contains explicit sexual material intended for adults only.




Buy Links - US

http://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00N24MN5Q/

www.amazon.com/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-E-S-Tilton-ebook/dp/B00N3NAUQK/

Buy Links – UK

www.amazon.co.uk/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00N24MN5Q/

www.amazon.co.uk/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-E-S-Tilton-ebook/dp/B00N3NAUQK/

EXCERPT:

I shouldn’t be... this is wrong. I should be... Her thoughts reeled, searching for answers. On my cot, clean and bandaged, not... sticky... and smelling like....

The pervading scent of blood burst through her mind, creating explosive tingles throughout her body. Sarenka’s scarlet eyes snapped open. The lights of her freni-kyn hair sparked, throwing off bits of glowing color. She threw herself backward, scrabbling to get away but the chain anchored her there. Too close. Oh god!

The master’s glazed eyes stared coldly across the short space. Her stomach wrenched into dry heaves, sending shards of pain stabbing through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the morning-after-nausea of the foreveron drug. A single pain-tear trickled down her cheek before she forced her eyes open.

Dead... he’s... dead. Dizzying relief flooded her senses. She stared at the man’s broken body, lip lifting in a snarl. And he’ll never touch me again.




E.S. Tilton BIO:

Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing fantasy fiction.  Despite a recent move to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to whatever strange land they may lead.  She is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than she can take care of.  Her other interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course, pleasure.

 

Author Links

http://kyronsworld.com/es-tilton-bio

http://www.amazon.com/E.S.-Tilton/e/B009WI7NP6/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

http://www.amazon.co.uk/E.S.-Tilton/e/B009WI7NP6/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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Book Blitz: Soulless by Amber Garr

Title: Soulless
Author: Amber Garr

Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Expected Release Date: August 23, 2014
Publisher: Hallowed Ink Press
Blurb:

When it comes to death and love…only one is guaranteed.


Four decades ago Nora died. A tragic event for someone so young; however, four decades ago Nora was also given a second chance to walk among the living.

A Death Warden with a mysterious past, her job is to escort the newly expired towards the light, battling with the Soul Hunters who want the freshly dead to help with their own evil purposes buried in the dark.

When Nora’s charges suddenly become targets, she realizes that the hunters are after far more than just souls. A shift in power between good and evil threatens to change everything, risking the lives of the only family Nora has ever known.

Devastated and angry, she’s forced to face the man she once loved - a man who chose darkness over her - in order to find the answers she needs to stop the horror from escalating. Yet, while a lost relationship still haunts her broken heart, a new Warden with secrets of his own will enter the mix and quickly alter everything Nora believed to be true.



Death is unavoidable…but sometimes, so is love.


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Author Bio:
Amber Garr spends her days as a scientist and nights writing about other worlds. Her childhood imaginary friend was a witch, Halloween is sacred, and she is certain she has a supernatural sense of smell. Amber is a multiple Royal Palm Literary Award winner, author of the bestselling The Syrenka Series, The Leila Marx Novels, The Water Crisis Chronicles, and the upcoming Death Warden Series. When not obsessing over the unknown, she can be found dancing, reading, or enjoying a good movie. Find out more at www.ambergarr.com.

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Book Blitz: The Manhattan Puzzle by Laurence O'Bryan

Title: The Manhattan Puzzle Author: Laurence O'Bryan Genre: Thriller Publish Date: August 26, 2014 Publisher: HarperCollins ISBN: 9781847562906 SynopsisAn international cover-up that could change the course of history…

Sean has been tracking a symbol from another age. It provides a clue to a barbaric conspiracy. A puzzle with an answer feared for millenia.

When Isabel wakes to find Sean hasn't come home she doesn't worry. At first. But when the police turn up on her doorstep wanting to interview him, she has to make a decision.

Does she keep faith in him or does she believe the evidence?
The symbol Sean and Isabel have been chasing will finally be revealed in Manhattan as one of the greatest banks in the world totters. Can Isobel uncover the truth before time runs out…or will she too be murdered?

A thrilling, high-octane race to save civilisation that will engross fans of Dan Brown, David Baldacci and James Patterson.       [caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="104"] Buy on Amazon[/caption]   The Manhattan Puzzle Excerpt 

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‘Go for it. The rougher the better, girl.’ The man had a black silk blindfold tied around his head. He spoke slowly, his voice thick with desire. Xena went to the door and unlocked it. ‘What’s that? Getting your toys out? Wow, this is even better than you promised.’ Lord Bidoner walked into the panic room. He closed the door behind him and pressed the button to turn on the air management system. The scrubber in the roof could remove the smoke from a blazing fire and turn the output into a vapour trail. The man, spread-eagled and handcuffed to the stainless steel bed frame, had an expectant smile on his face. ‘Go on, do it,’ he said. The navy Calvin Klein silk suit hanging from the stool beside the bed gave an indication of who he was. Lord Bidoner examined the man’s wallet. His bank ID card, a credit-card-sized piece of aluminium with an embedded proximity chip and his family name, Hare, embossed on it, confirmed what they already knew. The head of global security at BXH, one of the world’s few truly global banks, was lying face-up and naked in front of him. ‘Don’t keep me waiting, girl.’ ‘I won’t,’ purred Xena. She stroked his leg, then his inner thigh. He quivered in anticipation. The man’s wife would surely appreciate photographs of this event, but Lord Bidoner had more pressing concerns. He nodded at Xena. She was dressed in a low-cut skin-tight black catsuit that fitted her thin frame perfectly. The man laid out in front of them was expecting something memorable from the woman he’d met in the champagne bar opposite Grand Central, two weeks before. Xena’s story, about being an Ethiopian diplomat’s daughter, and her eager smile, had captivated him. She ran her finger down the man’s stomach. It trembled under her touch. ‘Don’t stop, honey. Don’t stop.’ With her other hand Xena clicked on the silver Turboflame blowtorch, the most expensive model in the world with its 1500C flame. She held the gently hissing blue, inch-long flame up and watched it glow brighter as her fingers moved slowly down his stomach. ‘What’s that?’ he said. She didn’t reply. Hare’s voice was still confident when he spoke. ‘Was that your sister who just came in? Is she gonna join us?’ ‘We have a surprise for you,’ said Xena. The man pulled on the handcuffs, which began to cut into his skin. It had taken a bit of persuasion, since this was their third meeting, for Xena to get him to go this far, but he trusted her now. And he’d made it clear that he wasn’t going to put up with any crap. He’d break the bed if she didn’t release him when he gave the password. She’d smiled, hugged him and agreed. They’d even laughed about making a written contract. ‘What’s the surprise?’ He shook the bed, testing its resilience and the strength of the handcuffs. He’d assumed they were easily breakable toys, like a previous pair she’d shown him. But he was wrong. And he didn’t know that the bed was bolted to the reinforced slab of the panic room floor, either. Though he might have guessed that there was something wrong when it refused to move under him. ‘Just a friend of mine. We have a little question for you,’ said Xena. ‘Yeah?’ He was still curious, still expectant of further delights. ‘What is the password for the security system at BXH?’ The man didn’t reply verbally. He shook the bed from side to side, trying to break free. He didn’t know that his only hope was if his thrashing managed to separate his hands from his wrists, and his feet from his ankles. And very few people have strength enough to do that. Xena waved the blue flame, raised it, as if offering it up. It flickered higher. The odour of the burning butane gas filled the room like bad perfume. The sound of the blow torch was a threatening hissing now. Xena placed the tip of the flame against the top edge of the whiskey tumbler the man had been drinking from. The glass turned blue. ‘Wait until you feel this. Then you will tell me,’ said Xena. Her tone had changed. It was demanding now. ‘What? Fu . . .’ The end of that confident word was bitten off by the piercing scream that came from deep within his throat. Xena had touched the flame against the pale skin of his shoulder. He began thrashing. Like a fish flailing. He moved from side to side, squirming away from the skin-blistering heat. But he couldn’t move fast enough. And his legs and arms were stretched out tight. Easy targets. The smell in the room changed and the atmosphere with it. Pain and whimpering, sizzling and guttural roars filled the air. The man had become a dog. Then Xena asked him again. ‘The password, please.’ She spoke softly, as if they were still playing a game. ‘If you give it up, I will release you. You can explain these little burns to your wife. But the ones I will inflict next will require hospital treatment. Or the services of a morgue.’ She clicked the flame off, then pressed the hot tip hard and fast into the biggest blister she had inflicted, near his ankle. ‘What do you say, Mr Hare?’ The man answered with a defiant, animal roar. He shook the bed under him. The last vestige of his pride in working at BXH bellowed out of him. Xena lit the flame again. She reached forward, touched it to his chest, and ran it fast down the middle until smoke from his burning body hair filled the room with a sickly odour. ‘Stop, stop!’ he screamed. His body squirmed to escape the heat. ‘It’s #89*99,’ he shouted. ‘Please! Stop!’ Bidoner keyed the password into his phone and pressed send. ‘I hope you’re not lying,’ said Xena. ‘I want all this to have a happy ending.’ She squeezed his thigh with her hand, then stroked it. Tears streamed from under his blindfold. His cheeks were red. It was good he couldn’t see the weals on his body, because he would know immediately that he wouldn’t be able to explain any of them to his wife. ‘Please, let me go. I promise not to tell anyone. I swear, on my children’s lives.’ Lord Bidoner’s mobile beeped as an incoming message came in. He nodded at Xena. The code had worked. ‘I believe you,’ she said. ‘But there is one more thing I must do for you.’ She put the Turboflame down and went to the fridge. She took out a six-inch-long serrated knife, honed with care to a perfect blade, from the freezer section. She held it in the air, admiring its cold edge. ‘Now you will find release,’ she said. The man’s body went still. His toes, which had scrunched up, half straightened. The only sound was his pain-filled whimpering. The panic room in the apartment on Fifth Avenue, overlooking the skyscrapers of Manhattan, was soundproof. It was why they used the room. Xena flicked the blade across the man’s pale skin, once, then twice, fascinated by how quickly blood gushed, how fast it flowed from a few simple cuts. ‘This is for my brothers,’ she said. ‘Don’t,’ he whimpered. Fear trembled in his voice. ‘I have two children, a wife.’ She growled, psyching herself up. ‘Prima quattuor invocare unum,’ she said, as she grabbed him, jerking him upwards and castrating him with one swinging motion. She held the bloody remains up in the air. His screams of terror and pain vibrated through the room as blood spurted two feet high. A foul smell followed and the man’s words became a babbling. Lord Bidoner held his nose. He’d seen enough. He went out to the main room of the apartment, with its view towards the glittering Jazz-era spire of the Empire State Building. ‘You did good, my dear. The first offering has been done correctly,’ he said, when Xena joined him. She was panting. ‘Come here.’ He pushed her up against the inch-thick glass of the window, as Manhattan glittered behind them. Afterwards, he handed her a balloon glass containing a large shot of Asbach 21. She sipped the brandy, then downed it in one gulp. Then she lay down on the sleek oak coffee table that dominated the room. The canyon of lights stretching into the velvet Manhattan night reflected all the way along the length of the table and onto her ebony skin. He reached down and stroked her shoulder. It was trembling. ‘Three more before the moon rises again. That is what the book says. That is what we will do.’ She smiled up at him. Her white teeth shone as she leaned her head back and stretched.   Video Trailer About the Author Laurence was born in Dublin. He studied business, then IT at Oxford University.After going to England he paid for his own courses and began rising at 4AM so he could study and work at the same time. One early job was as a kitchen porter near the Bank of England cleaning the plates of the well connected. Laurence was first published by a school newspaper when he was ten, for a short story about aliens getting lost. Thirty-five years later, he attended an authonomy workshop and not long after was offered a publishing contract for three books. The Manhattan Puzzle is his third novel.   Connect with the Author

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