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Book Blitz: First Encounter by Candy O'Donnel

Title: First Encounter
Author: Candy O’Donnell 
Genre: NA Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber's ToursFir
Title: First Encounter
Blurb:

She didn't only touch his heart... she touched his soul.

Twenty-two year old Eric Holtzer didn't know what hit him when he first encountered Vivian DuCrane in the hotel lobby. Being a Prince from another country did have its benefits--awesome benefits, such as booze, fast cars, and women, but Vivian was something special--and she was about to turn his world upside down!


Excerpt:
Chance Meeting

Twenty-two year old Eric Holtzer flipped his iphone in his hand a few times before glancing over at the blond-haired sleeping beauty lying next to him. Her perfect curves accentuated her thin frame as it encouraged him to reach out and touch her soft, pale skin. She was a thing to behold. He shook slightly when the rock and roll ring tone of his phone yelled out in his hand.

When he brought it to his ear another majestic sound pulled him back to the day before. A red-head soothed softly in his ear and he responded, “Monica, it is so good to hear from you so soon.” He listened to her tearful crying as it battered him for another five minutes before he promised to meet her at the bar near the hotel lobby. Reluctantly she agreed after arguing that she needed to see him now. Eric hung up the phone and listened to the heavy breathing of his mate the evening before.

Eric sauntered into the luxurious Italian marble bathroom where he examined himself in the mirror. A long, drawn facial expression slapped him instead of the usual gleeful grin. Deep blue eyes stared back as his dark auburn hair entangled around his neck as if something wicked was pulling on it all night. He watched as his taunt, muscular physique moved about as he reached for the toothpaste and a clean white towel.

“What am I going to do?” He uttered to himself.

Broad shoulders swiveled when he flexed down to pick up the towel as it slid to the immaculate white tiled floor. It was still pure as the driven show when he lifted it to see exhaustion racing through his face. He attempted to recapture the sensual moment with the two gorgeous women by his side. One he had last night, and the other, the night before. Both nights were filled with passion and ecstasy! They could not wait to be with a soon-to-be King.

He thought back to the tiny, lush island off the coast of France. It had been his home with his parents since the day he was born. Every royal family came to the special occasion—which was his birth. It was fanciful, or so they tell him. None-the-less, every eligible lady for miles around clamored to his side ever since.

He vigorously washed his body off with sweet-smelling soap and hotel shampoo. It cleansed him in a way that he could carry on with another day. No sin would halt this adult Prince.

After stepping from obscure shower, he slowly dressed and spied the empty bed. The lady had left his engorged room with its fine furnishings as he grinned at the prospect of not having to deal with another decline of friendship or further dealings.

He wanted to re-live this weekend all over again as he finalized his attire with a black tie. It fit perfectly with his monkey suit, compliments of his mother, of course. He laughed at that part. She always ensured he had the perfect outfit for every occasion during his stay in the U.S.

Sacramento, California was not his first choice of places to stay, but his mother’s. She offered to cling to him during the entire trip. He refused, knowing his time would be limited with so many single ladies. After grabbing his phone he glanced once again at the mirror then whistled.

“It’s time to go party! And I am the main attraction.” After inspecting the room for any remaining details such a lingerie or female belongings he tilted his head to the side and offered a final parting gift. “It has been one hell of a haul.”

He shut the hotel door behind him and Eric hurried down the long well-lit hall toward the silver toned elevator where an older gentleman with graying hair stood within. The elder male cleared his throat and asked, “Going out for the evening, sir? We have many fine dining establishments with a minute’s walk.”

“Yes, actually, I am heading to a cocktail party downstairs and I am meeting with another someone there too. Thanks for pushing the woman out of my room while I was showering. I could not listen to another rant on about what I owed her. It could have gotten a bit hairy.” Eric mumbled the last sentence as the mill doors opened and two young teenage girls stood whispering to themselves. He knew right away who they were discussing. “Good evening, ladies.” He soothed.

They snickered with small hands held over their light pink lips. Being in the presence of a Prince was almost too much for them when they turned and headed to the stairs. They were still giggling uncontrollably when they jogged from the elevator.

“You may ride down with me. We are on the sixtieth floor, after all. I will not bite.” He stood aside as the two females stepped into the small compartment and continued smiling under his stare. “It would take a long time if you took the stairs, and by the time you got there, you will have to reapply your lip gloss.”

“Yeah, we don’t want to do that.” One girl interjected. “That would be dreadful.”

“No, way, we look great already. Sweating is not what I want to be doing.” The other said to her friend. They both shook their heads in agreement.

When they arrived on the bottom floor of the hotel the girls skipped out as soon as the doors opened and never looked back. Eric on the other hand, complimented their attire and told them to have a nice evening.

“You are such a gentleman.” The older man commented. “How do you get these females to fall all over themselves?” He then closed the elevator doors behind Eric.

“Thanks, I think.” Eric glanced around at other frantic humans milling about the lower floor where the reception was located. He surmised his drink date would stand him up because she was nowhere to be found.

Eric spotted a 3-tier circular stone fountain near the entrance of the hotel and walked toward it with his hands dug deep into his pockets. The cement structure was about eight feet wide from brim to brim with an eight foot tall rearing horse in the middle. Water spouted from its gaping mouth. Upon its back was a rider wearing a military uniform. Eric’s eyes quickly dropped into the pool of water—it was crystal clear and had a few glittering rocks that sat on the bottom. Every time water toppled down, the heart-shaped stones shimmered.

“Nice, isn’t it?” A voice startled him from behind. When he turned the most incredible creature stood in black pumps and a form-fitting black dress with a white belt. It hugged her figure quite snugly. Her perfect dirty-blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and Eric could not take his eyes off her.

“Yes-s it is very nice.” His blue eyes lightened in her presence as she stared into the pool of clean water. All he could think of was touching her.

“I find it relaxing whenever I come here.” She muttered softly. His eyes roved over her impeccable pink cheeks and her small flawless nose. He did not seem to notice anything else on her body, but that face—it was the face of an angel.

“Do… you come here… often?” Eric stumbled over his words. At least he thought he twisted them inside out. Within, his heart did cartwheels and he could not stop from perspiring under her stare.

“Yes, I have visited this fountain each day before and after work. It has a sense of calm about it.” She turned toward him with one side of her mouth raised. Her radiant smile brought him to his knees as his gut reacted to her highlighted face. Something invisible had smacked him in the solar plexus and he did not know if his breath would ever return.

The sun’s rays revealed her most adorable bodily features. Her skin seemed to glisten as if smeared with precious stones and her eyes drew him in until he thought nothing would ever come between them. The setting sun’s rays raced toward her almond-shaped eyes where she stared into his.

“That is nice.” The words dropped out of his mouth like he was a schoolboy in love. He began to feel his body temperature rise as he felt his need for her arising.

“Yes, thanks. Enjoy your evening, sir.” She began to step from him. Everything within him wanted to encircle this beautiful creature with money, jewelry, and his eternal desire to be close to her. Please stay, he said to himself.

“How do you know I’m going out?” He called. His eyes meandered over her when she turned to stare back at him. He then fell in deeper. Those baby blues could not be turned away from. She must be a gift from heaven and here she was, dropped in his lap.

“You are dressed in a black and white suit and your dress tie.” She came toward him and lifted a hand to it and straightened it. “There you go.” He felt a strange surge of energy rush through him when she did so. She must have felt it too. He thought as her face blushed under his gaze.

“I suppose so.” Eric answered. She pegged him for a suit-wearing man, but that was not all she was. He so wanted to sit and talk with this lady.

“You enjoy whatever it is you are heading to.” She swiveled on one foot and hurried from him. The elevator doors were wide open and she hopped inside.

“What is your name?” He shouted, but it was too late. She was already in the elevator and the doors closed behind her. Eric’s heart could not stop thumping in his chest. This was something he had never experienced before. She was something special.


Author Bio:

Candy O’Donnell was born in Carmichael, California.

At the age of twelve, she wrote her first mini book. Filled mostly with what took place with her mother and her long tedious bout with leukemia. It was a short story told as extra credit when she suffered a sprained ankle and had to be out of school for over two months. School officials refused to believe a word of what she had written until her grandmother, her guardian back then, entered the school with the truth. Everything she had written down was exactly what took place. Unfortunately her mother succumbed to the disease.

             She earned a Bachelor’s degree in History and Culture. After living with her aunt and uncle for over five years she wished to explore her uncle’s Native heritage and did so with vigor. She also has 6 Grad units in Criminal Justice.

Author Links:

https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCandyODonnell 

http://authorcandydonnell.blogspot.com/ 

Twitter: @Candyodonnell




 

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. FB Party: https://www.facebook.com/events/1517213108493425/ 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. Author Links:Website * Facebook * Goodreads * Email * Twitter Goodreads * Facebook * Web * Twitter

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$10 ticket for the Authors in the OC book signing and Meet & Greet afterwards.  Event benefits the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer via the Fifty Shades of Pink team. October 4, 2014    Embassy Suites Anaheim - North 1-4pm Book Signing 5-'Till we can't hang  Meet & Greet Tickets:  http://bit.ly/1u1UkDF www.authorsintheoc.com https://www.facebook.com/AuthorsintheOC https://www.facebook.com/groups/475973005838108/ a Rafflecopter giveaway

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

Blurb:

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

Clearly the time had come for the two of us to have it out. “I may have thought you were hot when we first met, and you got to listen to the nasty thoughts in my head, but every time we meet I find it harder to like you. In fact, every time you open your mouth, you get uglier and uglier. I don’t know if Val was right, and you really are jealous, but let me make this crystal clear for you. There is no part of me that wants you.”

His eyes narrowed for a moment, and then, before I could do anything, his hands shot out and grabbed my shoulders again. He yanked me close to him and I the heat from his chest burned through my t-shirt. His face was so close to mine I could feel his hot breath blazing against my cheek when he spoke. “You’re a little liar,” he hissed. “There is a part of you that likes this,” he shook me a little and I flushed with rage… and something else. “And goddamn me, there’s a part of me that likes it too.” He hovered with his face still close to mine and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. My head fell back slightly and my lips parted involuntarily as I anticipated his invasion.

Then he released me, almost flinging me away from him. I pressed my back against the wall as I watched him and tried to catch my breath as my traitorous heart beat so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

“Let me make this crystal clear for you,” he mimicked. “Kasey is like a brother to me and if you hurt him, you’ll wish you never met me.”

“I already do,” I whispered with sincerity.

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.

Author Links:
http://roseshababy.com/
https://www.facebook.com/rose.shababy
https://twitter.com/RoseShababy
https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/6063741-rose-shababy


Excerpt

As I scanned the crowd my eyes fell on one person out of sync with the rest. Close to my age, maybe a little older, he obviously didn’t belong in the club. His clothes, messy looking slacks and a gray t-shirt, hung on his lean frame. He finished his look with a tartan scarf and brown fedora that seemed more at home on an old man than one in his twenties.

He pulled his hat off and shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes as he danced. Well, he didn’t dance so much as sway to the music, his eyes closed while a hint of a smile graced his lips. As he danced, he bobbed his head back and forth and his hands moved like graceful waves. His shadow grin seemed to infuse his entire body. He danced by himself as if he didn’t care what anyone around him thought, as if he danced for himself and no one else. He looked completely out of place, yet he appealed to me and I felt myself wanting to go to him.

I was shocked by the surge of jealousy that rushed through me as I stared at him. His face broke through my drunken haze and I realized this man was no paper doll. His face belonged to a truly happy man. Hell, he looked fucking ecstatic.  

He had the face of an angel.

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Senior Year Bits by J.A. Campbell

Senior Year Bites
Series: The Clanless, Book 1
By J. A. Campbell

Genres: YA Urban Fantasy
Published: July 7 2014
Untold Press www.untoldpress.com
Word count: 54 000

Pages: 223

ASIN: B00LKPBB8E

Price:

eBook: 3.99

eBook Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Senior-Year-Bites-Clanless-Book-ebook/dp/B00LKPBB8E

 

Goodreads- book link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22669934-senior-year-bites

Blurb:

Senior year is supposed to be fun: boys, dances and graduation. It's significantly harder to enjoy it when you're dead.

Thanks to an innocent game of Truth or Dare, I wound up sleeping in a graveyard. Probably not the brightest thing I've ever done, but thanks to a couple of well-placed fangs, I'm here to tell the tale.

Vampires might stalk pop culture, but they’re just myths, right? Yeah. Not so much...

Everything seems a lot more difficult when you’re a nocturnal creature of the night, especially school. I was managing, but couldn't keep it hidden from my friends. Steph decided that we should be cool, like superheroes, and fight crime.

I’m a vampire, not a hero. Living in a sleepy New England town, crime is a little harder to come by. At least it is until a serial killer moves into the area. He’s got the authorities stumped, but then again, the cops don’t have a teenage, blood-sucking, non-hero on their team. It doesn't take long for me to discover the world is full of monsters. I may be one of them…but will I turn out to be the hero, or the killer everyone is looking for.

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

I had plans for my last year of high school. I was going to find a boyfriend, go to a few dances, and though I hadn't told my mom yet, take some beginning paramedic courses in the spring. I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to do with my life– wasn't that what college was for? I liked the idea of being a hero, like my dad, and saving lives every day. That had been the plan anyway, but a sleepover and a late-night dare had changed everything.

A lot.

"Megan, time for school," Mom called up the stairs.

I peeked out the window, squinting at the sunlight glinting off the windshield of my Jeep. It was too damn sunny for me to get from my house to the Jeep without third degree burns–or worse.

"Honey?"

My newly sensitive ears could hear the soft brush of her socks on the carpet as she walked up the stairs. I crawled back into bed and did my best to look tired and sick. It wasn't hard with my pale skin, and I hadn't been eating well. If I didn't let her get a good look at me, she might buy that I had a cold or something. Another thought tickled at the back of my mind. I could make her think I was sick. I shoved the thought away in disgust. I wasn't going to use mind control on someone I loved.

The door creaked open and Mom walked in. My heart would have been racing–if it still could.

"Megan?" Mom's voice sounded full of concern.

I groaned and pulled the covers down off my head. "Mmmm?"

"It's time for school. You didn't come down for breakfast." Her flat tone covered her worry with annoyance.

"I don't feel well."

"Honey…."

"I don't." I tried to make myself sound hoarse.

"You've been eating so poorly. Try to eat, and then go to school. I'll write a note for you."

I faked a cough.

Mom sighed. "You've been sick so much recently. Maybe you should go to the doctor."

"No, it's just a cold." I hadn't been "sick" that much. We rarely saw the sun this time of year. As long as I wore sunglasses, a hat, and long sleeves, I didn't burn. It was simply really uncomfortable. I felt horrible for the deception, but what could I do?

"It's beautiful outside for a change. Go outside and get some fresh air."

I panicked at the thought. "No, I just want to sleep." And I did. So very much.

It was hard enough to be awake at all on cloudy days; sunny ones were pure torture.

"Meg."

My stomach sank at the worry in Mom's voice, but I couldn't tell her what was wrong. Not only wouldn't she understand, but I didn't want to end up in the freaking loony bin when I claimed I was something that didn't really exist.

"All right, honey. Sleep well. I'll call in sick for you."

"Thanks." I mentally shrank away from her concern and fought tears of frustration. I didn't want my life to be full of lies, which put distance between us. We had to take care of each other, but I could only hide from her.

She shut my door and left, quiet footsteps strangely loud in my ears. I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head again.

My life changed several weeks earlier at my best friend's ill-fated birthday party. Well, ill-fated for me, anyway. Steph had a great time.

Truth or dare, a stupid game everyone I knew played at least once in their lives. Afraid of the truth, I had chosen the dare–spend the rest of the night in the graveyard near Steph's house. Easy enough, right? Well, it had been up until the point where I was attacked and killed. It wasn't something you normally walked away from, but for better or for worse, I had.

Vampires were in books, movies, and on TV, but I'd never believed they were real. Still, it hadn't been hard to figure out what had happened to me. Dealing with it was another story. It had taken several almost disastrous mishaps–going for a walk in the bright sunshine had been particularly painful–to convince me. Now, the cloudy New England days that had been the bane of my existence provided my only semblance of a normal life.

Predictably, I felt better once night fell. I waited until my mom had been asleep for a while before I dressed, pulling on the same pair of jeans I'd worn earlier and a sweater over a fresh T-shirt. My hiking boots completed the practical outfit. I liked practical, especially for hunting.

Sliding open my window, I climbed out on the ledge. I crouched there for a moment before ducking to slip through the small opening, inhaling the crisp fall air. I shut my eyes, letting my senses stretch out, getting in tune with the night. No one was around. I couldn't fly, at least not yet, but I could slow my fall, which allowed me to jump lightly to the ground out of a third-floor bedroom window.

I stalked out into the night, ravenous. Unable to resist the hunger, I allowed it to drive me, guide me to prey. Tonight, as with most nights, I headed to the next town over. It was less likely I would run into anyone who knew me.

There were bars in the college town, and bars meant easy prey, even for someone underage. Mind control allowed me to get in, and I wouldn't stand out among the other young patrons.

I started to run, faster in death, or undeath, than anyone alive. My new speed was one of the few advantages to being a vampire, especially since I couldn't take my Jeep. It was more likely I'd get caught if I took it, since Mom would notice its absence if she got up at night.

The ground sped past and trees flashed by; their shadows unable to hide their mysteries from my sharp eyes. The night sounds–laughter here, the snap of a twig over there–and smells assaulted my senses. The extra senses had been the hardest thing to get used to: the extra perception. Well, that and having to drink blood.

Both revolted and enraptured, I pondered what I was about to do, drinking someone's blood, taking away a little bit of their life to sustain my own. I wasn't a killer. I couldn't bring myself to go that far and saw no reason to. The alcohol in their blood didn't affect me, and it did half the work for me. Their intoxicated brains gave my new mind control powers enough of an edge that I could make them forget.

The power made me feel strong and dangerous, but it also sent shivers of terror through me. What if I wasn't strong enough to control it? What would happen?

Loud country music and the reek of stale beer hit me as I flashed my ID at the bouncer, batted my eyes, and tweaked his brain. He nodded and waved me into the crowded bar. I pushed into the tightly packed mass of humanity and started hunting for likely prey. A small dance floor took up space in the back, and several giggling women were trying to line dance.

I needed someone male, alone, and drunk for this to work properly in my head. Getting that close to a girl was something I couldn't yet bring myself to do. I spotted a potential subject in the back. He appeared to be in his early twenties, cute, and drinking heavily. I started his way and jumped when a hand touched my shoulder. Some cool huntress of the night I was.

"Yes?" I turned to face the owner of the hand. Young enough to still be in college, he had dark brown hair and eyes, and a nice tan. His winning smile made me feel butterflies all the way down to my toes.

"I've seen you in here before. I'm Gary."

He smiled again, apparently trying to be friendly, but he wasn't drunk enough to suit my needs.

"Hi. I'm Bridget." I didn't want to give him my real name. I did smile back, unable to resist his grin.

Then what he said clicked. He'd seen me in here before. Damn. Sloppy. It looked like I wasn't going to find dinner here tonight.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

I improvised. "No, thanks. I was looking for someone, and she isn't here. I need to get going."

"Maybe next time?"

"Maybe. It was nice to meet you." I headed for the door, watching Gary out of the corner of my eye. He went over to a table with a couple other guys his age and gestured once at me before shrugging.

I put them out of my mind, hunger driving me to the sports bar and my next meal.

 

 

 

Teasers:

 

"Well," Ann paused, "do you have fangs?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. Let's see."

"Hi, Johnny. How are you?"

"Fine. Mom tells me you've turned into a vampire."
I choked. "What?"

"I can probably teach you some, but it will be different for you. Vampire society is more lethal. The Sidhe are not less dangerous, just less quick to kill. There are plenty of other things they can do to make your life miserable. Death is too easy. Vampires, well...they are killers. That's what they do. Staying alive is a complicated dance through politics." ~Alexander


Author Bio:

J.A. Campbell

Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.

 

Website: www.writerjacampbell.com

Blogs: http://writerjacampbell.wordpress.com/blog/

http://phoenixfirewolf.livejournal.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/J.A.Campbell.Author

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Twitter: @Pfirewolf

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Book Blitz: Memoirs of an Immortal by Evangeline

Title: Memoirs of an Immortal
Author: Evangeline

Genre: fantasy/Greek mythology
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Synopsis:
Forever Beautiful 
Forever Loved 
Forever Fighting

That's what it means to have an Eternal Life

This is the world that Psykhe and her sisters now belong to. A world surrounded by myths and legends. It's a world that she needs to discover to find her true self. 

Psykhe never knew she was an immortal, but after the death of her husband king Leonidas she was forced into a world she thought only existed in myth. She is one of five immortal sisters whose journey takes her around ancient Greece dealing with various gods and mythical creatures.
Amidst the development of her powers, the ruthless martial training and discovery that the gods are not all what they appear to be, Psykhe along with her sisters fight malevolent forces that threaten mankind. Despite all the chaos around her, she goes through the journey of falling in love again, only to have it threatened by her past.

Author Bio:
Evangelene was born and raised in Montreal Canada. She currently lives with her husband who at times drives her nuts. She has been going to Concordia University for over ten years as a Classical Civilization and Linguistic student. The pull to the ancient world was too great for her to let go, so she continues her education so she could feel closer to the world she identifies with. She reads nonstop devouring books like its food, loving the feeling of being lost in a world that another author has created.

Links:
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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Memoirs-Immortal-The-Series-ebook/dp/B00D9RD3QO/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1399779067&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=memeoir+of+an+immortal

Excerpt:

I was on the hill behind the palace overlooking the city. There amongst the undergrowth was a headstone.

Died in battle was engraved into the stone.

Here lay my husband. I was told that the bodies of all the soldiers were buried in the battlefield were they fell, but he had asked that if anything were to happen to him, he be brought back here.

I collapsed in front of his headstone.

“My love, now where am I supposed to go? Now that you’ve left me.” Tears blurred my eyes.

“Why? Why did you bring me here, to a strange place, where I could be no true use for you? Did I really cause you so much trouble?” I swallowed hard, my insides burning. “If it meant reliving every moment again, I would go through worse for you, Leonidas, my love. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell at you, call you names, but this is the last time that I will be with you. How could I ruin this moment?” I lay down and fell asleep crying.

A hand touching my face awakened me. I jerked up and produced my dagger, but before I could attack, I realized it was a woman.

She was beautiful, with long sandy colored hair, she wasn’t taller than I was, but she was slender. She wore a tight leather breastplate and a lined skirt that stopped before her knees. The bow that she had behind her back was larger than her, taking up most of her body, but I noticed it had no string.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I woke you? And here I thought I could bring you over without any problems.” She tilted her head and smirked.

“Psykhe, get up, we need to go now.” She reached out her hand and waited.

“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” I was frightened then. My defenses were down and I was weak.

“Come on, get up, it’s time.” She pulled me up effortlessly and began to yank my arm, but I pulled my arm away.

“I’m not finished yet,” I yelled. “I’m not going anywhere, especially with you,” I huffed.

I wasn’t ready to leave Leonidas just yet. I wanted another moment, just one more.

“He’s dead; you do know that, right? Sitting here isn’t going to bring him back. Plus, I don’t really have the time for this,” she said as she walked up behind me.

I turned my head, my eyes wide. How could someone be so callous?

“He was a great king and I was very happy when he prayed to me every day, but the lives of mortals are fleeting,” she said, looking at his tombstone.

“How can you say that to me? I would rather die than be without him!” I screamed.

“That,” she said, “can be easily arranged.”

I felt a hard punch from behind; all my air escaped me. I looked down at my stomach and could see a large blade sticking out of me. My blood stained my dress. I gasped and fell to the ground, my blood warming my cold body. I could see the woman’s face over me as she shook her head. I reached to touch her face, but I began to see black…

Book Blitz: Eternally Bound by K.A. Young

Title: Eternally Bound
Author: K.A. Young

Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Book Description- 

Their passionate encounter happened long ago binding Caroline and Thaddeus for all eternity. A century later, Caroline is living a new life yet the memory has never lessened its hold on her—tormenting her with mere glimpses as her body continually cries out for him in her dreams. 


On the brink of madness, torn between the past and the present, Caroline is the only one that can decide her fate. When she returns to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains the lines between time and space come full circle. Will she find the courage to face the passion and pain that awaits her? Or will she run from her past, dooming them for all eternity?


Author Bio – 

K.A. Young is a award nominated paranormal, fantasy & contemporary romance author that lives with her family in the South. She began writing because her mind was swimming with incredible stories that were begging to be told. Her love for reading began as a small child when she realized that a good book was an instant escape to a mystical land that could be reached anytime and from anyplace.

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Website- http://www.kayoungbooks.com 

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Book Blitz and Giveaway: Ride to Restoration by DJ Wilson

Title: Ride to Restoration

Author: DJ Wilson  

Genre: Romance / Adventure / Travel / Intrigue
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Synopsis:
Righting another's wrong landed D in WITSEC, the witness protection program and cost him family, friends, and everything of substance in his life. 

Loneliness is his constant companion until he meets Candi, the girl of his dreams. He and Candi embark on a three-week ride to redemption where they deal with mind-numbing deceit, perilous treachery, their overpowering lust for each other and their personal demons. 

Nevertheless, new opportunities bring a chance to begin again. And, it doesn't hurt that he's got 200 pounds of illicit diamonds to use to ease the pain of those wronged. He will continue the redemption process by way of a well thought out plan involving a 5,000-mile adventure through the Western United States and Canada. 

When D meets Candice, aka Candi, she captures his heart, mind and soul the instant she 'inadvertently' almost runs him down in the Starbucks drive-thru. Candi joins him on his three-week, two-wheeled ride to redemption, where they're forced to face their personal demons, while dealing with wanton lust, mind-numbing deceit and perilous treachery. 

Spectacular scenery and a cast of unforgettable characters they meet along the way makes the journey memorable, but nothing prepares them for the sacrifices they must eventually make midway in the ride. 

"The more things change, the more they stay the same," sadly, does not ring true for Candice and D throughout this first of a two part series. Lust and greed are forever game-changers, even for those who desperately seek redemption.


Synopsis:
In this second book, D learns that paying it forward is not without costs, toss in Candi Parker, the girl of D’s dreams gone rogue, along with vivacious Victoria Lawson, attorney at law, who willingly steps in to fill Candi’s thong, and D’s hilarious misadventures continue across Canada. Reality sets in and the bullets begin to fly just two days after he returns to the states.

D sends Victoria away to keep her out of harm’s way, before tackling his real life demons, aka A.J. Standford, the Ponzi scheming banker who has a bounty on D’s head, and Candi’s extended family, the Gambinos, who will profit from his demise.

The romantic side of the story poses multiple questions: Will D settle for Victoria after being royally screwed by Candi or will his feelings for Candi propel him back into her life and the crime family’s ongoing chaos? Will Candi take back her sleazy ex-husband Joseph or will she somehow manage to break with her powerful family and come crawling back to D’s loving arms?

With all of this going on, there’s bound to be hell to pay sooner rather than later. Like momma always said, “When you play with fire, you’re gonna get burned.”

Buy Links:
Ride To Redemption Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWHIPJ8/

Ride To Restoration Link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LW5ROII/



Author Bio:
Raised in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee, I graduated from Cumberland University, located in a small town you've never heard just inside Kentucky quite a few years ago. 

At present, we're writing and discovering all that makes our country great; it's people, along with their kindness and generosity. 

In the last 15 months we have written and published Ride To Redemption and the sequel, Ride To Restoration. Writing has been healing as I remake me into what I want to be when I grow up. 

As a published author and blogger, featured on many sites, including the Huffington Post, I have been humbled beyond measure, more times than not, by all that life has thrown our way.

Successful, that's me, catastrophic failure, that's me too. We've been there, done that and have the life changing scars to prove it.

"Life is not waiting for the Storms to Pass, It's Learning to Dance in the Rain."

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Book Blitz: The Legend of Archangel Series

Blurb:

Archangels are extinct and the world is inhabited by a half-human/half-angel race called Nephilim. But one Archangel remains – a child born of fire known as The Legend. 21-year-old Nephilim Scarlett Porter is starting her Angel training at the infamous Blackbell Academy, so she doesn’t have time to worry about dreams of mysterious dark angels. The last thing she expected was her dream angel to be Dyston Blackbell, or that finding her was part of his mission – one Dyston is prepared to fail to keep Scarlett safe. Danger is closer to Dyston and Scarlett than they realize. War is brewing, led by The Lucifites, and they need The Legend to carry out their plans. With the help of their friends, the two must find the Lucifites’s leader, and stop his plans for destruction. But will Dyston and Scarlett’s love survive? How far will Scarlett go to save those she loves most?

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Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00KYAZKU6

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/the-chronicles-of-fire-and-ice/id869836940?mt=11

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/432177

Excerpt:

“Whoa. Easy there, you should watch where you’re going.”

“Sorry, sir.” And then she realised it was him, the blue-eyed stranger.

“Please, call me Lakyn. Sir makes me feel so old,” he chuckled.

“Sorry, Professor Lakyn.”

“That’s what my other students call me, but please, I’d prefer it if you call me Lakyn, Scarlett.” He grinned, and it made Scarlett feel uneasy. Was he hitting on her?

“But I’m a student, Professor Lakyn. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to be late for lunch, someone just struck the gong.”

Three strikes of the gong meant punishments were going to be handed out. At Blackbell, one of the most important rules was never to be late.

“I would hate for you to be punished. I’ll see you in the dining room.” He patted her on the back and retreated up the stairs she had just come down. He seemed different in person than he appeared on TV, but still had the same cocky, over- confident attitude. This was Scarlett’s second run-in with Lakyn Blackbell in one day, and she didn’t want there to be a third. He made her feel uneasy, and she was unsure why.


Blurb

The story continues with book two of The Legend of the Archangel.

After the death of Kat, Jacob flees and goes off on his own.

But when he discovers that her soul is missing and being held captive by the Lucifites, he sets off on a mission to get it back.

Blackmail leads to revenge and revenge leads to blood.

Will he fulfill his task or will the bloodshed reveal a new side of Jacob?

On the way, he uncovers a secret plot, one that leaves the Nephilim race in danger of being wiped out. Will Jacob and his friends be able to stop the rebellion before it happens?

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Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00C0L3SZQ

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/432134

Excerpt:

Jacob pressed his lips to Kat’s cool forehead.

“Look after her while I’m gone,” he told the young Michaelite nun who had taken over the shift of guarding Kat’s body. He thought she looked to be about eighteen.

“I will, sir. Don’t you worry, she’s in good hands,” she said.

“You really don’t have to call me sir. I told you before to call me Jacob,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as impatient as he felt.

“Sorry s…” she began, but corrected herself when he shot her a quick look, “Jacob.” He had the feeling that she was forever apologising for nothing.

“Call me if anything happens, okay? Anything at all.” He turned to exit the crypt.

“Okay, I will. And Jacob?”

“Yes?”

“She’ll be fine. Good luck.”

“Thanks. Oh, I didn’t catch your name before.”

“It’s Cecilia,” she told him with a sweet smile. It was a shame, he thought, that she had dedicated her life to the Michaelites. She would have had a line of guys around the block waiting for her. Then Jacob paused.

“Cecilia.”

“Yes?”

“No. That was Kat’s middle name. Is Kat’s middle name…”

Cecilia gave him a small smile. “Then I will take extra special care of her.”

“Thank you, Cecilia.” And he smiled at her once more before unfurling his snowy wings and lifting himself into the dusk sky.


Blurb

Waking up on her twenty- second birthday alone wasn’t something Scarlett had in mind. Neither had she planned Dyston’s departure from her life so soon.

When she receives a mysterious note from him telling her to track down Rachael, little did she know the journey it would lead her on.

Dyston’s note told her to let Rachael help her reveal things she didn’t know about her origins, but what she sees on her journey through time could change everything, including her fate.

In the thrilling third book of the Legend of the Archangel series, Scarlett learns that knowledge is power, especially when it comes to changing the fate of the world.

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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/432138

Excerpt:

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favourite fiery vixen. Back for another round?” Lakyn sat alone on the dais, behind a desk typing away on his laptop. No one else was around. Scarlett swallowed and approached the dais.

“Bite me.”

His smirk widened. “Not so innocent now, are we?”

“I am not as vulnerable as you might think.”

“I hate to break it to you, princess, but aren’t you all alone in a big room, with little ol’ me?”

Scarlett would not let him get the better of her. She decided to change the subject.

“I am not here to see you. I’m actually here to see Rachael.”

She had done it, touched his kryptonite. He froze, took off his black-framed reading glasses (she secretly wished Dyston wore glasses) and placed them on top of his closed laptop. Then he turned his icy blues on her.

Book Blitz: Shannon's Gift by Nate Bennett

Title: Shannon’s Gift: A Story of Love, Loss, and Recovery Author: Nate Bennett Genre: Grieving, loss, love story Publish Date: June 1, 2014 Publisher: Booklogix Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.      

~ Book Synopsis ~

  In this raw, emotional memoir, Nate Bennett shares the blog he maintained to work through his grief over the sudden loss of his wife Shannon. He is surprised and comforted to discover a vast virtual community of support. His blog posts—alternately poignant and of dry wit—eventually attracted tens of thousands of hits and a following from readers who hadn’t known the couple. This unique book gives the reader a window into the starkness of a widower’s grieving experience in real time. What comes through in virtually every post is his love for Shannon as he weaves in vignettes from their life together, chronicling their love story and his efforts to recover. And in the end, with the support of his virtual community and the strength he was able to draw from remembering Shannon’s wishes for him, he finds love again.   Add to Goodreads:     Purchase Links  Amazon | Booklogix | iTunes | Barnes and Noble    What is Mitochondrial Disease?      About the Author In the fall of 2011, Nate lost his wife of 26 years in a shocking turn of events. She’d just had an outpatient procedure on her shoulder and the doctor sent Nate to get the car to bring her home. In the next few minutes, things went terribly wrong. Shannon collapsed, never to recover. After more than a week in a critical care unit in pursuit of a cure, Nate honored Shannon’s wishes and had her life support discontinued and she died shortly later. Nate’s book, Shannon’s Gift, is the result of the blog Nate kept during Shannon’s hospitalization and after her death. Initially, the purpose of the blog was to keep friends and family informed of Shannon’s condition. Quickly, though, the blog became Nate’s catharsis and a way to stay connected to a web of supporters. After the sudden loss of his wife, Nate was surprised and comforted to discover a vast virtual community of support. His blog posts – alternately expressing poignancy and dry wit – eventually attracted tens of thousands of readers and a following from people around the world that didn’t even know Nate or his wife. The unique book gives the reader a window into the starkness of a widower’s grief in real time and a look at how social media has changed grieving in today’s world. In the end, with the support of his virtual community and the strength he was able to draw from remembering Shannon’s wishes for him, he finds love again. While Nate is new to the personal memoir genre, he is co-author of two management books, "Riding Shotgun: The Role of the COO" and “Your Career Game: How Game Theory Can Help You Achieve Your Professional Goals.” Both are books published by Stanford University Press. Additionally, his research has been published in respected scholarly journals such as the Academy of Management Review, the Academy of Management Journal, Psychological Bulletin, and the Journal of Applied Psychology. He has also published in many widely read resources for managers including the Harvard Business Review, Wall Street Journal, BusinessWeek.com and Forbes.com. Nate Bennett is a professor of the J. Mack Robinson College of Business at Georgia State University in the summer of 2012. From 1999 to 2012, he was on the faculty of the business school at Georgia Tech, where he most recently held the position of the Catherine W. and Edwin A. Wahlen Professor of Management. From 1999 until 2010, he served as associate dean and then as senior associate dean. Prior to Georgia Tech, he served on the faculty at Louisiana State University. While at LSU, he served at times as the management department’s Ph.D. program coordinator, department chair, MBA program director, and associate dean. Nate holds a BA in sociology, as well as a MA in Social Research from Tulane University. He earned his Ph.D. in Management from the Georgia Institute of Technology. He resides in Atlanta, GA.      

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