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Heart of Steel by Elizabeth Einspanier

 

Congratulations to Elizabeth Einspanier on the release today of HEART OF STEEL, a Science Fiction Romance. Elizabeth is giving away a $20 gift certificate to Steampunk Emporium. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

When reclusive cyborg Alistair Mechanus meets his captive, ER doctor Julia Parker, it is love at first sight–for him. While he eagerly drops his plans for World Conquest to woo her, ten years of solitude have left his social skills badly rusted. When his misguided act of kindness spirals out of control, however, Julia is forced to trust the mad genius with her life, and she discovers the vulnerable side under his armored plating. She has the skills he needs to unlock his forgotten past, but learning who he used to be may come at the cost of his remaining sanity.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Julia stopped in the doorway, pulling her hand out of Mechanus���. He turned to see what the matter was, and saw that she was looking past him, openmouthed, at the collection of plants on display. Mechanus followed her gaze in momentary confusion; he���d seen the flowers a thousand times before, and could easily look up the scientific name of every single specimen here and in the other two dozen greenhouses he had. He had detailed files about each specimen, after all.

It occurred to him that he ought to say something.

���This is…��� he began. No. Not quite right. He cleared his throat. ���Welcome to Greenhouse Fourteen.��� There. Much better.

���I���m just… surprised you have something like this here,��� Julia said. ���I mean, everything else has been so…��� She fell silent.

���So…?��� Mechanus prompted.

���Industrialized.���

���Well, food has to come from somewhere,��� he pointed out. You can only do so much by replicating proteins and complex sugars, and my chimeras don���t seem to like the nutrient slurries at all. I grow fruits and vegetables in greenhouses like this one, as well as grains and medicinal plants that I���ve gathered from all over the world.��� He took her hand and led her on into the greenhouse. ���For example, did you know that there are over 200 species of plant that have the potential to cure cancer?���

���I was talking about the flowers, but cancer cures are impressive, too.���

Idiot. Of course the flowers. Women liked flowers. ���If you enjoy them,��� he said, recovering with what he deemed sufficient grace, ���I could give you one of my greenhouses. They���re self-maintaining, each with their own crew of maintenance drones who will ensure that they will remain healthy and green for the foreseeable future.���

About the Author:

Elizabeth Einspanier is the self-published author of the Weird Western novella Sheep���s Clothing and the upcoming sci-fi romance novel Heart of Steel. Her short stories have been published in Down in the Dirt and Dark Fire Fiction. She is a member of the St. Louis Writer���s Guild and an associate member of the Horror Writers of America. She lives in St. Louis, but frequently spends extended periods in worlds of her own creation.

Website: http://elizabetheinspanier.com

Blog: http://calliopeskiss.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GeekGirlWriter

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+ElizabethEinspanier/

Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/elizabetheinspanier

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Happy Valentine’s Day

St. Valentine’s Day began as a liturgical celebration of one or more early Christian saints named Valentinus.�� The chocolates and flowers are a modern invention.�� Do you have a Valentine this year?�� I’m Valentine-less, but as the song says, “I’ll survive.”

I’m ecstatic in fact about my new cover for Love For Sale, my sci/fi romance about sentient androids being sold as loving companions.�� The book will be released soon by The Wild Rose Press.�� Check out the dynamic cover created by cover artist Debbie Taylor.�� Thanks Debbie!!

Welcome Bianca Swan’s Hero Cam-ael from Celestial Sin

Hi Cam-ael. Did I pronounce that correctly?

Cam-I-El is correct.

Thanks so much for stopping by.�� Tell me a bit about yourself.

I was an angel of the Order of the Powers. Sounds like an opening remark from an AA meeting, doesn���t it?

I was wounded in the Second War in Heaven, more about that later, and plummeted from the sky into Essie McBane���s life. I���m sure Essie didn���t expect to have an angel thump down in her chicken yard.

I���m open for questions, if they���re not too personal. (He gives the interviewer a devastatingly beautiful smile to match his lyrical voice).

Linda: Second War in Heaven?

��Cam-ael: The First was when Lucifer was cast down into Hell. He caused the Second one as well but I���m not at liberty to say why. Suffice to say that many of the loyal angels were incensed to learn that our Creator still mourned his once favorite son.

The Second War raged until the airy corridors ran red with blood, then the conflict spilled from Heaven to Earth, and mortal forces joined the battle as the fallen angels met the loyal angels in one final, epic battle at Armageddon.

I was a warrior, but I was wounded. Essie gave me sanctuary to heal, and I was intrigued by her and by mortal life. I found the idea of the love between a man and woman and sex fascinating. I wanted to stay with her and experience life, but she was determined not to be the reason I fell from Grace.

Linda:���� How did you meet your heroine?

Cam laughs. I fell into her arms, almost literally, though I did crash a few yards from her feet in her chicken yard.

Linda: ��What was your first thought when you saw her?

Cam-ael:�� I was dazed, not really thinking, but when I sobered and looked into her eyes, I saw the reason I���d been created.

Linda:�� What is your favorite thing about her? Her openness and her sensuality. I couldn���t resist, but she did���vehemently.

Linda:�� What is your greatest fear?

Cam-ael: �� That somehow I���ll be returned to the war and robbed of Essie���s love and companionship.

Linda:�� What is your greatest strength?

Cam-ael:�� Though fallen, I am an angel. Weakness? Earthly temptations. I love lobster and fine wines. I adore Essie

Linda:�� What is your favorite color?

Cam-ael:�� Hum. The blue that I remember of Heaven.

Linda:�� Boxers or Briefs?

Cam-ael:�� Neither.

Linda:�� Chocolate or Vanilla?

Cam-ael:�� Both!�� I love ice cream.

Linda:�� Hard or soft?

Cam-ael: �� In what context? Women soft and willing. Bed firm. Pillow soft and my own equipment���hard.

Linda:�� Fast or slow?

Cam-ael:�� Again, both. Slow and deep teases. Fast and hard can bring a couple to the brink before slow and deep again teases. I try to please Essie. An angel possesses special attributes that can give his lover undreamed of experiences.I

Linda:�� If you could spend a whole day with Essie, where would you go and what would you do? Details please! *wink*

Cam-ael:�� I did spend an entire day���or two���with Essie. She���s remarkable. Beautiful and idealistic. I digress. I flew her to a waterfall, guided her behind the foaming cascade and���well, we got to know each other much better.

Linda:�� If I gave you a box with three items: Bungee cord, Nutella, and a Lolly Pop, what would you do?

Cam-ael:�� Look at you in amazement.

Linda: Describe yourself.

Cam-ael laughs (which might be what the harps in paradise sound like): Physically, I���m 6 feet tall with auburn hair, blue eyes and a white wingspan. As a person, I���m loyal, caring and affectionate. As a warrior, I was fierce and ruthless. The Powers are the first line of defense���..

Lind a: Do you think you will stay on Earth?

��Cam-ael: If Essie will have me���and of course if I���m not summoned back to the war.

Lind a: Can angels die?

Cam-ael: Not in the human sense of dying. We can be destroyed or cease to exist. Swords of black iron will kill an angel.

Linda: Any questions for an angel?

��For those who comment, Bianca is hosting a random drawing for a download of Hot Spanish Nights, her hawt novella about a master horseman, his intriguing pupil, lust under the brilliant Spanish sun and featuring the magnificent Andalusian horse.��

Review From Words that Sparkle :

The love story between Cam and Essie is very heartfelt. The way Bianca Swan spins a tale of two star-crossed lovers willing to kill (and in Cam’s case, give up Heaven) for each other is beautiful. The idea that both angels and demons are among us at all times is a very interesting spin on the entire idea of Revelations. There are some very interesting action scenes thrown in as well, between the forces of good and evil, making this story about more than just sex with a Heavenly being (hot as he might be!). If you are like me and willing to disregard damnation for a bit of hedonistic pleasure, then Celestial Sin is exactly what you’ve been looking for!

Blurb:

Essie McBane set her standards high. She had hoped that one day she���d find her dream man, but didn���t expect him to be a warrior angel with chestnut curls and a heavenly body. Cam-ael, an angel of the Order of the Powers, had never considered mortal sin until he was wounded in the Second War in Heaven and plummeted into Essie���s arms. The most difficult task of his long existence will be to convince her that he is willing to fall from grace to win her love.

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Hearts on Fire by Alison Packard

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour revealing the cover of Alison Packard’s newest book Hearts on Fire which will be released on February 3. One randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter will receive a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

 

 

Country music star Jessie Grant has it all. An amazing voice, a string of multi-platinum albums, and a sold-out concert tour. But just before her Hearts on Fire tour rolls into Las Vegas, her lead guitarist is badly injured and is unable to play. Desperate to find a replacement before the night of a televised live show, Jessie is forced to accept help from the last person on earth she wants to see again.

Drew Carmichael has earned a well-deserved reputation as one of the best up-and-coming musicians in Nashville, without cashing in on his renowned father���s name. When Jessie���s manager calls and asks him to fill in for her band���s injured guitar player, he agrees to help Jessie out even though she cut him out of her life four months ago.

In Sin City, sparks fly between Jessie and Drew, and it isn���t long before they give in to their mutual attraction. But when the dark past Jessie has successfully hidden for ten years explodes in the media, their tenuous bond is put to the test, and both Jessie and Drew must learn to trust each other if they don���t want their newfound romantic relationship to go up in flames.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Jessie Grant stared at the cheery yellow wall in her dressing room, and fought the overwhelming urge to throw something. Anything. Her agitated gaze fell on the lovely vase of flowers that had been delivered just before the show, and she had to remind herself that violence, especially towards a perfectly innocent bouquet of pink roses and white calla lilies, wouldn���t solve anything.

But then again, it might relieve the tension that was coiled inside of her like a tightly wound spring.

���Calm down.���

���Calm down?��� Jessie whirled around and met the exasperated eyes of her manager. ���You expect me to calm down when my guitar player, who, unbeknownst to me, was half-wasted during our set, and decided to stage dive into the audience.��� She pointed a finger at him. ���That broken arm of his isn���t gonna to heal in four days. I need another guitar player, and I need one now.���

���Relax,��� Wally Lindell said in a soothing voice. ���I���m working on it.���

���How are you working on it?���

She propped her hands on her hips and gave him her best glacial stare. It didn���t faze him. It never did. He���d been her manager since she was fifteen years old, and he knew her better than anyone. So he should have known that she would be totally freaked out about losing her lead guitar player four days before her exclusive gig in Las Vegas, after all, he was the one who had dubbed her a perfectionist.

���I put in a call to Drew.���

Jessie���s already churning stomach lurched wildly. ���Drew Carmichael?���

���How many other guitar players named Drew do you know?��� Wally shot her a wise-ass grin.

Only one.

���So you talked to him?��� she asked, as she moved to the make-up table. She picked up the bottle of water her stylist had left out for her and took a sip. Maybe the simple task would soothe her frayed nerves.

It didn���t even come close.

���What did he say?���

���I left him a message. He hasn���t called me back yet.��� Wally shoved his hands into the front pockets of his black jeans and looked her straight in the eyes with an unflinching directness.

She���d seen that look before; the one telling her that while she might be the star, he was the one who���d gotten her there, and before she went off half-cocked, she���d better let him have his say. And of course, she would. She respected Wally far too much not to listen to him.

���He���s the only guitar player we can get on such short notice that knows your set list,��� he continued. ���I don���t know what happened between the two of you, but whatever it is, you need to put it aside for the sake of this gig, and maybe the rest of the tour.���

���What makes you think something happened?��� she asked with feigned nonchalance.

It was best not to let anyone, especially Wally, know how much she cared about Drew.

���Because you two were as thick as thieves last spring, and now it���s like he���s dropped off the face of the earth. Did you have a falling out?���

���No.��� Jessie scowled, as she returned the bottle to the table. ���We didn���t have a falling out. I���ve been on the road for months now and he���he���s got a life.���

A life that didn���t include her.

About the Author:

Originally from the San Francisco Bay Area, Alison now lives in Southern Nevada where she���s still getting used to the blistering summers and the slot machines in every grocery store.

When not working at the day job that pays the bills, keeps a roof over her head, and supports her book and chocolate habits, Alison spends most of her free time writing. But when she takes a break, she enjoys reading, watching movies, and spending time with her family and friends.

Website: http://alisonpackard.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alison-Packard-Author/368976796492227?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Alleyfics

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Alison-Packard/e/B009JG39XQ/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_4?qid=1419875275&sr=8-4

Barnes and Noble Author Page: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/alison-packard

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Sinners’ Opera has a Dynamic New Look!!

Wanted to share the new cover for Sinners��� Opera: ���Morgan D���Arcy is an English nobleman, a concert pianist and���a vampire. He has everything except what he wants most���Isabeau.��� The former cover didn���t produce well in print, so my son Simon created this new one for the book of my heart. It better represents the story, and I���m delighted with it!

Dangerous Temptations by Brooke Cumberland – Cover Reveal!!

Tentative Release Date:��End of February 2015
Photography by Perrywinkle Photography
Models: Chase Williams and Whitney Rae Diederich
Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers




SYNOPSIS��
One night was all it took���
One night to ruin everything I thought I knew.
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From the outside, I had the perfect lifestyle.
Wealthy fianc��, blossoming career, amazing friends.
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I wasn���t looking to get married yet, but when William������Manhattan���s royalty������charmed his way into my life, I couldn���t deny the security and comfort that overcame me.��
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To society, I was the girl only after his money. I was the party-goer who managed to seduce a man twice my age to have the lifestyle some could only dream of. I was every magazine���s clich�� of what a gold-digging whore was.
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I wanted to prove them wrong���that our love was real and that I��wasn���t��that girl.
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But then everything changed.��
One wrong decision. One unfaithful night. One haunting reality.
Perhaps they were right.��
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The media didn���t see it coming���and neither did I.��
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**This is a stand alone romance suspense novel with no cliffhanger. HEA depends on who you ask.**
Recommended for readers 18 and up due to strong language and explicit sexual content.

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CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT

Oh god.
My head was pounding. Or wait, was someone at the door?
There���s no way I was this hung over. Or was I? Shit, I didn���t know. It was pitch black but then I realized I hadn���t opened my eyes yet, but the pounding was definitely apparent.
I rolled over, feeling the weight shift around on the mattress. The light, fluffy comforter felt great on my hot skin. The rest of me felt like I���d been hit by a truck.
My body jerked. Something was wrong.��
I don���t have a light, fluffy comforter.
I opened my eyes, blinking several times to get used to the bright light. The sun was shining in, and I silently cursed that damn window for not shielding the sunlight out.
I sucked in a breath as I tried to remember the events from last night.
I couldn���t. Not much after dinner anyway. I knew I went out for Brittainy���s bachelorette party. The girls and I took a limo all over the city, taking us to dinner at (restaurant name here) and then we ended up at Le Bain for dancing and drinks.
The rest was kind of fuzzy.
I squinted, arching my back to stretch out the kinks. Good lord it felt like my body had been folded in half and beaten all night long.
I roamed my hands down my body, feeling for any kind of evidence. I was naked, completely naked, and I never slept naked unless���
I brought my fingers down in between my legs. It ached, badly. I could tell I had a full body work out last night.
I felt sick, like I was going to throw up, but I continued lying straight, hoping it���d pass.
I breathed in and out, slowly. Once my stomach calmed down, I attempted to move. A firm hand grabbed around my waist, pulling me back before I had the chance to get up.
���Don���t move,��� a low, deep gravelly voice growled. It was a voice of a man who���d just woken up. Next to me.
Once I let it sink it, it rang a bell, but I couldn���t quite place it. He pulled my body to his, my back to his chest as he gripped my hip with one of his hands. He dipped his chin onto my shoulder and whispered over my ear, ���I still have the taste of you on my lips.��� I could feel his hot breath on me, the scent of alcohol apparent as I inhaled against him.��
Holy shit.
I tried and racked my brain of any memory of last night. Who the hell was this guy? What was his name? Crap, I didn���t even know his name!
His hand squeezed my hip before trailing down my stomach, slowly going down in between my thighs.
���Stop,��� I blurted out, sucking in another breath. His hand halted, but I still didn���t know who the hell this guy was. He could be into domination for all I know.��
���Hung over?��� he questioned, amusement laced in his tone. His breath tickled over my ear again, sending shivers down my spine unwillingly.
I cursed my traitorous body. It obviously remembered last night, yet nothing was coming to me.
���Yeah, I seem to have a case of the ���I don���t remember what the hell happened last night,������ I said honestly. He removed his hand. I felt his body shift slightly as he put space in between us.
���Turn around,��� he ordered. ���Maybe you���ll remember my face.��� I could hear the hopefulness in his tone, but I knew a visual wasn���t going to help any. I���d blacked out and nothing from last night was coming to me.
I didn���t hesitate though. I grabbed the sheet to conceal myself as I turned around to face him.
Well now at least I understood my body���s reaction. He was all messy hair with light stubble on his face. His eyes were dark, chocolate brown I���d say. He was looking at me intently, waiting for me to say I remembered him. But I didn���t.
I swallowed as I looked down the length of his body to see him completely naked, not at all covered up.
�����Sorry,��� I choked out, forcing my eyes to look back up at him. ���I have no memory of you.��� I blushed, seriously embarrassed. He looked good enough to eat and here I was not remembering any of it.
���That���s okay,��� he finally said, his lips curving up slightly. ���I���d be glad to help you remember���perhaps a fourth time would jolt your memory.���
My eyes widened in shocked. ���A���fourth time?��� I clenched the sheet tighter to my chest. No wonder my body felt bruised and broken.
���Wow������ He grinned playfully. ���No memory even after three times is kind of an ego killer.��� He brushed a hand through his messy locks, taking my attention away from his eyes. I imagined I was to blame for his hair looking like that���as if I had raked my hands through it over and over���squeezing, pulling.
Stay focused, Mac.
I blinked, seriously frustrated I couldn���t remember anything.
���I���m s-so sorry,��� I rambled. ���I can usually hold my liquor, but last night was a girl���s night������
���I know,��� he cut me off. ���Bachelorette party if memory serves me correct. You were out with some girlfriends.���
���Right���oh god, did they see me leave with you? I need to get dressed. I should leave. Where are my clothes?��� I started to sit up and quickly realized that wasn���t going to happen. ���Shit.���
���Sit back, Mac.��� It wasn���t a suggestion. He pulled me back lightly, dropping my head to the pillow. ���I���ll grab you some juice and pills.���
���Okay. Thank you������ I lingered, still not knowing his name.
He sat up, searching the floor for his shorts. He pulled them on and spun around with a huge grin on his face. ���Alex.���
Ho-ly panty dropper.
Which explains why I���m not wearing any.

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Brooke Cumberland is a��USA Today��Bestselling author who’s a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school–and she hasn’t stopped since.��
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Book Blast – Sinners Opera — January 8-9

We Love Kink is hosting a Book Blast and Book Video for Sinners Opera.�� Drop by and take a look at the trailer and read the synopsis.�� This is the book of my heart.

I’m giving away a signed print copy of Sinners’ Obsession, the sequel to Sinners’ Opera, a Phillips battery-powered travel toothbrush, swag and character trading cards.�� Enter the giveaway!�� http://www.welovekink.com/

The book to be given away:

BOOK BLURB:

A frantic mother researches her daughter���s flawed DNA in a race against time, suffering disappointment after disappointment in her search for a cure.

In this sequel to Sinners��� Opera, Morgan D���Arcy, English lord, classical pianist and vampire, finally wins his Isabeau. Six months of painful separation have eroded Isabeau���s need to remain true to her wicked bargain with the most powerful vampire in the world, Lucien St. Albans.���� During their estrangement, Isabeau gives birth to Morgan���s daughter, Eroica���a DarkeChilde, half-human and half-vampire, outlawed by the Vampyre Code. She loves Morgan too much to live without him and relents to his enticing pursuit, but a dangerous confession nearly shatters their idyllic existence. In a dark moment, Morgan tells Isabeau their child carries a defective gene that will cause Eroica to go mad at puberty.

Eroica D���Arcy is the subject of Isabeau���s deal with the devil. When their beautiful blonde daughter reaches her twentieth birthday, she is promised to the Dark Prince of vampires, Lucien St. Albans.

My Turn ��� Achieving the American Dream by Jonathan Williams

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Jonathan Williams will be awarding $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Silicon Valley is home to several large Technology and Pharmaceutical \ Biotech corporations. Chris moved to this area in early 2000. He has been handling data for prestigious companies for well over ten years. His work ethic and morals have kept him employed. During his tenure at a Fortune 100 company, he is offered a position at a small Biotech. It is not too long after taking this new position that he is promoted to Management. The IT Directory who Chris reports to gives him the choice of playing the corporate game or getting fired. Chris must either choose being ethical and getting fired or keeping his job by being unethical. After much thought, he realizes that honesty and integrity have kept him from achieving the American dream. Tired of living paycheck to paycheck he decides to play the corporate game. This decision will not only affect his professional life but his personal life as well.

Enjoy an excerpt:

As time progresses, Chris comes to the realization that the real drug war is not south of the border but on Wall Street. The real money is won on American soil not on Colombian or Mexican soil like so many people think. Millionaires and billionaires are born in this industry.

About the Author: Jonathan Williams has worked in Information Technology for over twenty years. He has spent most of his career working in the Financial and Pharmaceutical \ Biotech sectors. He specializes in Database Management Systems.

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9794311.Jonathan_Williams

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Work in Progress – Stealing Paradise

Years ago when I lived in Miami, I started a book about centaurs in an alternate dimension and invaders from post-Apocalyptic Earth.  I have begun work on it again and have 28 pages of the rewrite (it needs a lot of help!) like having completely left out how these creatures become friends of Man when we are trying to subjugate them.  Here is the Prologue:

PROLOGUE – STEALING PARADISE

We might have worshiped the invaders as gods. The One God, when he was amongst us, had walked upright on two legs. Our scriptures foretold their coming, but not the cruelty and brutality with which they greeted us. Their weapons belched fire and thunder, and my people fell. On a crimson tide, Man flooded our quiet valleys.

We were defenseless. For centuries, the Andalos had been a peaceful herd. The One God had persuaded my ancestors to put away our weapons. The Days of the Sword now belonged to legend. I had reached six-and-twenty years and had never even seen the weapons we’d used in wars with other Breeds. Long ago, the battle movements—piaffe, passage, capriole and courbette—had evolved into ceremonial dances.

For many years, the war between Man and the Centaur has raged. Locusts, wave after wave, they came, two-legged beings pointing their sticks, and they left the stench of death and destruction. I began this account when I was free and a warrior, but the story and my life changed completely when I became a captive.

If this narrative has a bitter taste, it is only a remembered flavor, merely an after-taste of blood and ashes.

Love is mightier than the sword.

Dark Wolf Enterprises by A. M. Griffin

 

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

The big break Trudy Hollander’s small accounting firm needs has finally arrived, but unfortunately it comes with murder, mayhem and Kristof Farkas, a man she just can’t seem to resist. Even worse, Kristof is the CFO of Dark Wolf Enterprises—the one person who can pull the plug on the job that will take her company to the next level.

And then there are the assassins who can jump from three stories up and still be able to run away…

Kristof has no intention of giving in to his inner wolf and claiming Trudy. She’s human. Too fragile to withstand being a shifter’s mate. But the need to protect her is stronger than his resolve, and his desire is more powerful yet. He’ll fight with everything he has to keep her safe, both from those who would hurt her, and from himself.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Kristof is some kind of freak and he’s being attacked by wolves. She was god knows where with god knows who.

She could be killed out here and no one would know how to find her body.

Her gaze shifted to the cockpit door. They could kill her.

Flare gun.

She scrambled to the back of the plane and flung open the closet door. On the top shelf was the metal box Kristof had told her about. Grabbing it, she pulled the box down. The handle slipped in her sweaty palms and hit the floor with a crash. The contents spilled at her feet.

She spotted the flare gun immediately. Grabbing it, she ran back to her seat by the window and aimed the gun at the cockpit door.

While she waited for the pilots to come out, she continued to watch the fighting below. One of the wolves was down, leaving Kristof to fight the other two. She peered at the cockpit door. Still shut. Then back to Kristof. One of the others wolves was now limping badly.

Kristof snarled and grabbed the uninjured wolf by the neck and shook him. The wolf went limp and appeared to be more like a rag doll than anything else. Kristof stopped and opened his mouth. The wolf he held there fell to the ground in a lump. The only wolf left stood his ground. Both he and Kristof growled and circled each other until, finally, the injured wolf seemed to realize this was a losing fight and scampered off into the darkness.

Standing alone, Kristof let out a long howl at the night.

Trudy pressed her face to the glass and looked left to right, trying to see if she spotted any more of the other wolves.

Kristof ran off, to where she couldn’t see.

He’s leaving me.

The thought ripped through her mind. Then an instant later, another thought eased the first.

He’d never leave me. I belong to him.

She’d no time to pick apart the last thought because, on the next blink, Kristof—the wolf—was standing outside of her window—watching her.

She knew it was him and not some other wolf, she felt he was hers. Their eyes locked. A part of her wanted to shrink away under his stare, but the other…wanted to claim him.

The cockpit door creaked open and the pilot peered at her. Yelping she raised her gun and aimed. Screaming, he shut the door before she could fire off a shot.

“Come out here and I’ll kill you! Do you see what happened to your buddies?” Her hands shook as she aimed the gun.

She was going to die. There was a man-wolf killer outside and a pilot-kidnapper in here.

Another glance outside and Kristof stood, as a man, watching her. A naked man. A wonderfully naked man.

She shook her head.

Wolf-beast.

“Trudy. Open the hatch. I’m coming back up,” He yelled out to her.”

Was she supposed to let him back in? He hadn’t said that.

She chewed on her lower lip, waiting for an answer she couldn’t think of. If she opened the door would he attack her? Was he a rabid beast who couldn’t control himself?

She shook her head. “No. You said not to open the hatch.”

“I meant don’t open the hatch for them.”

“Since I know your secret are you going to kill me now?”

“Don’t be silly. It’s cold out here. Open the hatch.”

Should she let him back in?

“Are the pilots still alive?” he asked.

Her gaze shot back to the cockpit. “Yes. But not for long,” she yelled, loud enough for the pilots to hear.

“I’m naked and it’s about thirty degrees out here. Can you please let me in?”

“Wh-what about your super-human heating abilities? Aren’t you supposed to be so hot that’d you’d melt snow?”

He cocked his head to the side. “This is not a young adult story. I’m freezing my ass off.”

“If he kills me I’m going to be so pissed,” she mumbled to herself.

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