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Tracey's Birthday Weekend Freebies

Happy Birthday to me!This is my birthday weekend and I want to give you presents!
Check out the freebies I have listed. These are FREE from 6/9-6/12:
Gunning for Marie



Wulf's Curse and In Love With His Best Friend's Sister







This book is free only on June 11th:

Pretty Please by Tracey Michael




Disclaimer: These are associate links. If you purchase anything after you click on my links, I will get a couple pennies.

Timeless Surrender Cover Reveal

Timeless Surrender, Book 3 of New Camelot 
Blurb: History branded him a coward. Prophecy labeled her his destruction. Some legends are born of lies. Others begin when the lies end. And not everything remains myth...
If you could live forever, what would you choose to live for? I chose power.
Born of darkness and raised on revenge, Mordred Lothian spent an eternity fighting for the honor of a woman who had none. Free of her hatred, his only goal is to pick up the pieces of betrayal and attempt to forge a new life in a world that never wanted him. Raised by one of Hollywood's most scandalous actresses, Jenalyn Rhodes knows true illusion begins when the end credits roll. Damaged by the one person who should have protected her most, she is determined to have no master and only one mistress: Herself. Thrown together to stop an ancient evil hell bent on vengeance, can the sacrifice of one be the salvation of the other? 
You've loved through the Night. You've burned with Desire. This summer, prepare to Surrender. 
    Torie James
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Relentless - Tortured Love 3 by Ravenna Tate

RELENTLESSTortured Love 3 ***Click HERE to purchasedirectly from Evernight Publishing***BLURB
For years, Blake the Snake, as he was known to his Alpha Chi Gamma brothers, took pictures of the conquests of auction winners having sex with their “prizes” at the fraternity’s annual Spring Bacchanalia. It was all in fun, until he stopped a young woman from being raped by the football player who had won her. From that moment on, Blake Bombay’s life changed forever. He became obsessed with Kendra Kensington, and worked tirelessly to keep her safe. While watching her from afar, he plotted and planned for the day when she would be his. Trouble was, she didn’t know it. She never saw his face that night or learned his name. But that didn’t matter to Blake. She was his. She had always been his, and one day she would be his forever.

EXCERPT
“Oh, wait. What have we here?” He turned her around so her back faced him, and brushed his hand across her soaking wet slit. “Oh, Kendra…” There was no answer. She couldn’t even moan. She was lost in the heady sensations once more of his hands on her, caressing her in exactly the right way to bring an orgasm close. He played with her clit, teasing it until Kendra’s moans grew loud, and she pushed back against him, wanting more. “What should I do with you, you naughty girl?” Oh, what a question! “Anything you want.” His soft chuckle sent a thrill racing through her. “You might regret saying that.” “Not a chance.” Every cell in her body tingled with desire. When he lifted her skirt, he brushed his hand over her ass cheeks, alternating them. “You really do have a beautiful ass.” “Thank you.” She was out of her mind with need. Nothing existed except his touch on her skin. The swats on her ass were light at first, but Kendra had to hang onto him once he began. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her clit contracted in tiny spasms as the strikes grew harder, burning now each time he hit her. But at the same time, Kendra didn’t want him to stop. Her climax inched closer when she flexed her Kegel muscles, sending shockwaves of desire racing through her groin and out to her fingers and toes. “Let’s see how much you like this.” He brushed his fingers over her labia. “Oh, wow. I’d say a lot.” The giggles turned to moans when he pushed two fingers into her pussy. Blake kissed her neck as he finger-fucked her, his thumb now rubbing her clit in time to his thrusts. She clutched his arm for support as a crazy orgasm began, and when he realized what was happening, he bent her over the table until her she rested face down on the surface. Her torso was supported, but her ass was bare. “Please don’t stop, Blake.” “I won’t, sweetheart.” He continued moving his fingers in out of her until the climax finished. She was so wet, Kendra heard slurping sounds when he finally removed his digits from inside her pussy. “Oh, fuck.” Blake spanked her a few more times on each cheek, harder this time, before she heard the sound of a zipper. “I can’t wait, Kendra. I’ve never done anything so fucking sexy in my life.” The tip of his dick rubbed her ass cheeks, and Kendra was certain she’d go out of her mind long before he got it inside her. He ran one finger along the crack of her ass. “I’m going to fuck you right here, on this table. What do you think about that?” “Yes. Please!” “Oh, Kendra…” He grasped her right hip and slid his cock into her pussy, groaning loudly. Kendra cried out in pleasure as he slammed into her. His thrusts were quick and powerful, and she loved it. Being taken like this, still fully clothed and bent over the dining room table, was the kinkiest thing she’d ever done. While David Bowie sang about his China girl, Blake fucked her like a runaway train. When he massaged her clit again, another climax tore through her, making her dizzy with its intensity. “Kendra … oh my God, this feels so damn fantastic!”
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Death on the Horizon Cover Reveal

A.L. Kessler presents Death on the HorizonChildren of the Apocalypse Book 2Cover Reveal
Blurb

The apocalypse is here, and I’m in the center of it. The Horsemen have been sealed away, and the Seven Deadly Sins are running amok in the human world causing chaos and ruin. Death no longer exists, and the number of walking dead is rising because the black plague has infected the majority of the population. The other Children of the Apocalypse, my guardian angel, and I are fighting our way through the human world to bring balance once again. My name is Sammy Zadkeil; I am the daughter of Death and a Child of the Apocalypse.



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About the AuthorA.L. Kessler is a paranormal romance and urban fantasy author known for her Here Witchy Witchy Series. Her upcoming release Death on the Horizon is the second in her Children of the Apocalypse Trilogy. Her addiction to coffee and chocolate get her through her busy life of being a mom, wife, student, and author. You can learn more at www.amylkessler.com

The Ghost of Secret's Gate

The Ghost of Secret's GateGenre: Paranormal/Contemporary RomanceSeries: Loch Ness Legends #1
He wanted a home... 1861. Estranged from his family for a shocking betrayal, Highlander Lachlan MacQueen is a man who lives by his rules and no other. Reckless and rootless, he roams the border towns between Scotland and England, a mercenary for hire with an unspoken determination to regain all he's lost. By any means necessary.When he inadvertently saves the life of Queen Victoria, she rewards him with a royal boon, the deed to a small manse nestled along the shores of Loch Ness called Secret's Gate and a stipend to ensure his outlaw days are over. But past sins demand payment and when the price becomes too high, Lachlan's untimely death becomes another skeletal ghost in an unopened closet.
She wanted to heal... 2017. Verity Harper's memories of Secret's Gate are hazy at best. Two months spent in Scotland 25 years ago echo with remnants of a mysterious, hasty departure home to America and fresh beginnings with her mother, Pamela and new stepfather, Archibald MacQueen. Now, she returns to claim the legacy left to her by Archie; the very manor of her erstwhile childhood summer. But the free spirited, fun loving child that roamed the grounds with innocent glee has been replaced by a heartbroken woman full of remorse and shattered by regret. And now, she's beginning to question her sanity when an alluringly familiar voice in her head opens the floodgates to a piece of her past long forgotten.Can a lie that destroyed one life give another the truth it needs to be whole?

Author's Note: One of my all-time favorite movies is The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, starring Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison. Once a year, my mother and I watch it together, it's our "thing".
I've always wanted to write my own ghostly love story but they can be tricky in various ways. I finally bit the bullet though and began work on "The Ghost of Secret's Gate". It ended up turning into a much larger story than originally intended but I am so happy with the end result!
It's got a few of my favorite things: Scotland, Hot Ghost Dude and did I mention Scotland?
So, meet my new friend Verity, a woman tottering on the brink of defeat....

Excerpt:
Ah, she couldn't get enough of Clare's raspberry cranachan trifle. Clearly by the feel of her skirt's tightening waistline. Voices, however, she'd had enough of and reached for one of the six pill bottles on the nightstand, deftly plucking one from the rest. Her auditory hallucinations weren't a result of a psychosis, so there was no actual medicine to treat her. She refused to take anti-psychotics, scared it would do irreparable damage to her already battered brain. She noticed it only flared when she grew irritated or anxious, thus she had grudgingly accepted the doctor's recommendation of Halcion, in its lowest doseage. Sedating her brain activity afforded pockets of relief from hearing things. Thinking things. What's happened to you, sweetheart? Uncapping the bottle, she shook out a pill, popped it into her mouth and took a swig from the glass of water Clare had brought her earlier. Well, thank you for asking, Voice in My Head. Let's see. Life. Life happened. I grew up, got a job, made a career, married, divorced. Nearly got crushed by a train while working on location. Spent a lot of time in physical therapy for my back while alternately falling in love with painkillers. Lost my mind and my job after that. Lot of fuzzy time in between in which I did some pretty shameless things to keep my fix going. Woke up one day, decided this was my story and since I was holding the pen, it was time for a rewrite. Got clean, got a new job and got engaged. But instead of planning a wedding, I ended up missing a funeral after I killed my parents. That about sums it up. Oh, and my fiancé dumped me because my face is no longer pleasing to the eye. Anything I left out can be found in the brochure. Grab one on your way out. I'm here all week, try the veal!
Release Date: 2/16/2017
Will be available on:www.amazon.com

Author Bio:
Born on the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous,Torie is the illegitimate love child of Han Solo and Daenerys Targaryen. Rescued by Gandalf shortly before her home planet was destroyed in the last days of the Clone Wars, she was raised in relative obscurity by her foster parents, Severus Snape and Pippi Longstocking. At the tender age of 113, she inherited the best little whorehouse in Texas and is rumored to be bringing Sexy Back. A self confessed chocoholic, she’s been engaged to Willy Wonka despite gossip surrounding a lifelong affair with Bruce Wayne.
And clearly, she practices delusion on a daily basis.
The truth is, I’m just an overgrown kid with a vivid imagination who loves to write and share my crazy with the world. My future plans include, hopefully, buying a lovely Scottish castle and convincing Queen Elizabeth I that I’d make a fab addition to the Royal Family.
Four years ago, I finally got my ‘brave’ on and submitted a wee story about true love, honor, friendship and the magic within us all. That story was Timeless Night, the first book in a five book series I’ve named New Camelot. Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to have published Timeless Desire (Book 2 of New Camelot), Beauty and The Feast (A New Camelot Thanksgiving Novella) Ties That Bind (The Cloie Chronicles I), Fractured Fantasies (Valentine’s Venom), Fractured Fantasies (Volume 1-6) and slew of short stories.
I live in Southern California, a stone’s throw from Disneyland, with my family and the most ridiculously spoiled pets anyone could imagine. I wake everyday with the determination to make this life as random, quirky and beautiful as it can be.
If I haven't scared you off yet, feel free to track me down at any of the following!
You can find/follow Torie at:Blog and Website: https://toriejames.wordpress.com/
FB: https://www.facebook.com/WriterGurl216
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Writergurl216
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show...
Amazon Author: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00CTBYH0M

Release Day and Giveaway: Beyond the Grill by Tracey Michael

Beyond the Grill by Tracey Michael Release date: October 5, 2016

Blurb:Justin Walker is used to being the hookup but never the boyfriend, and that’s okay. Justin has goals—he might sling burgers by night and work on his car by day, but he has plans to go to school and make a life for himself. He also has a few friends and loving parents.
What more could a guy ask for?
Hot, muscular, manly Shane Steel is a walking wet dream. Justin fantasizes about having Shane as more than a casual acquaintance, and one night he works up the courage to flirt with Shane. To his surprise—and terror—Shane is interested. Very interested.
As they bond over their love of cars and drag racing, Justin begins to believe he can be more to Shane than a side guy. Too bad Shane’s manipulative and dangerous ex is dead set against letting that happen.
Don't forget to leave a comment if you'd like entered into a drawing for a copy of Beyond the Grill!
Buy Links:Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Grill-Tracey-Michael-ebook/dp/B01LX6XCPW/ref=as_li_ss_tl?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1474982316&sr=1-1&keywords=beyond+the+grill&linkCode=ll1&tag=amazandallrom-20&linkId=a7043bc415d3f9c51351546b192674c1ARe:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-beyondthegrill-2098209-149.htmlBarnes and Noble:http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beyond-the-grill-tracey-michael/1124600896?ean=2940156953035Dreamspinner Press:https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/beyond-the-grill-by-tracey-michael-7596-b


Social Media Links:Amazon page:https://www.amazon.com/Tracey-Michael/e/B005XYLR3W/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1474983332&sr=8-2Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/Author-Tracey-Steinbach-also-writing-as-Tracey-Michael-255179941185173/Twitter:@AuthorSteinbachPinterest:https://www.pinterest.com/steinbachtracey/
This song played in the background as I wrote, much of the time.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgKAF...

The Ghost of Secret's Gate Cover Reveal

The Ghost of Secret's Gate
He wanted a home... 1861 . Estranged from his family for a shocking betrayal, Highlander Lachlan MacQueen is a man who lives by his rules and no other. Reckless and rootless, he roams the border towns between Scotland and England, a mercenary for hire with an unspoken determination to regain all he's lost. By any means necessary.When he inadvertently saves the life of Queen Victoria, she rewards him with a royal boon, the deed to a small manse nestled in Crathie called Secret's Gate and a stipend to ensure his outlaw days are over. But past sins demand payment and when the price becomes too high, Lachlan's untimely death becomes another skeletal ghost in an unopened closet. She wanted to heal... 2016. Verity McClellan's memories of Secret's Gate are hazy at best. Two months spent in Scotland 25 years ago echo with remnants of a mysterious, hasty departure home to America and fresh beginnings with her mother, Pamela and new stepfather, Archibald MacQueen. Now, she returns to claim the legacy left to her by Archie; the very manor of her erstwhile childhood summer. But the free spirited, fun loving child that roamed the castle with innocent glee has been replaced by a heartbroken woman full of remorse and shattered by regret. And now, she's beginning to question her sanity when an alluringly familiar voice in her head opens the floodgates to a piece of her past long forgotten.Can a lie that destroyed one life give another the truth it needs to be whole?
Coming October 20th, 2016 by Torie James
Find Torie at any of the following cool kid spots:Blog and Website: https://toriejames.wordpress.com/FB: https://www.facebook.com/WriterGurl21... https://twitter.com/Writergurl216Good... https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... Author: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00CTBYH0M

Hostile Whispers in the Dark: Author J.M. Dabney: #NewRelease Fractured Fantasies Volume 6 by Torie ...

Hostile Whispers in the Dark: Author J.M. Dabney: #NewRelease Fractured Fantasies Volume 6 by Torie ...: New Release Torie James's Fractured Fantasies Volume Six BUY LINKS 13 Below Press  |  Amazon  |  ARe Blurb: Deep do...

Summer Rains and Headlights

I don't own this image. I found it on Yahoo.This morning, on my way to work, the rain came down in buckets. My wipers were on as fast as they would go and visibility was still questionable at times. As I drove, watching what I was doing and what everyone around me did, I noticed something. Cars, trucks, SUVs were driving through the storm with no headlights. Most vehicles did have their lights on, but way too many didn't. In front of me, I watched a car switch lanes and cut off the car coming up the hammer lane. The car in the hammer lane DIDN'T HAVE HIS LIGHTS ON. How an accident was avoided, I don't know.

I found this on  http://codes.ohio.gov/orc/4513.03

4513.03 Time for lighted lights on motor vehicles.Not only is it the law, here in Ohio, but it is common sense. You make yourself as visible as possible when driving. 

Club Revenge (Dysfunction at its Finest Book 1)

A family forged in battle. 

Amora Medina-Jackyl knew one thing well—vengeance. She’d inflicted pain without mercy to those who deserved the punishment. She’d lived by one motto her entire existence-- family was to be protected above all else. An ancient cult murdered her parents and siblings when she was little more than a child. The Order of Angelus hadn’t understood the Hell they’d brought down on themselves that one brutal night. Amora was many things in her four centuries. A daughter and a sister, a mother, yet she was best known as a killer. When she finally meets her end, Amora will have hundreds, maybe thousands of lives to answer for. Her only wish is to find one moment of peace. She denies her need as much as she fights to protect it. When the one woman who can bring her serenity comes into her life: can Amora destroy century old walls to let her in? Lies and conspiracies tear at the fabric of sanity—of what’s right. Can truths come to light that change the reality of a family who’s known only the taste of revenge and loss? Author's Note: This is a previously published title. It was released as a two-part novel, it has been expanded and re-edited. This is a standalone novel. 
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Excerpt:
The deep bass pounded beneath the thick soles of Amora's boots. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked around Club Revenge with a sense of pride. She had been in New Orleans off and on for several years, walked the streets every night before she decided to settle in. Blues and jazz flowed from every open bar and club door. She’d lived countless places in her four hundred years of existence, but this one was the only one that called to the remaining vestiges of her soul.Bodies moved on the dance floor, hands stroked over exposed, silky flesh or along corded muscle. Lust tinged the air, everyone in the room felt it and sensed the urgency. Any other night she would make her way onto the crowded dance floor, become lost in the sea of bodies. She'd find a warm body for the evening, draw the woman into her and get lost in the sensory overload--the scent of sweet skin devoid of the cloying stench of perfume, hear the breathlessness of her voice, and taste the salt of heat-dampened skin. But not tonight.A few nights had passed since she had a perfect armful of female. Owning Revenge made it easy to find a lover for the night, but she grew weary. Her reputation, the thrill of lying with a monster, and they submitted easily. Sex was sex, too simple to get. Some lonely souls craved contact, unconcerned with the temporary nature—a well-cultivated cover for what they wanted. Amora shook her head and lifted her hand, whipped her towel from its perch and wiped down the shiny bar.Last call approached, she signaled her performers, they wandered from the direction of the stage and dressing room. Soon, Amora would lower the music and tell everyone it was time to go home then she and her people would relax for the rest of the night. It was the only time she had a moment’s peace, because when dawn made its inevitable arrival, the nightmares—or more like day-mares—would come with the promise of strangling fear.She tipped her driving cap lower over her eyes, she went about setting up the customers at the bar with another round. Amora joked where it was appropriate, flirted with the women in hopes she’d find a distraction from what would come. Her lovers never stayed the day, she always ushered them out before dawn, her pride, or as some would say, arrogance wouldn't allow anyone to see the weakness of her fight against her demons. They were real ones, not just the ones who sprang from the bowels of a mythological Hell, but also flesh and blood ones. Witnesses to her every weakness—the blubbered pleas for her life, for sustenance. They’d starved her, and turned her into a weapon—they had stolen too many years.Eighty-seven years locked in a cell, dying in small measures of time, flesh became paper-thin. Gums receded, her body emaciated from the withholding of blood she had needed to survive. She learned the exact smell of her flesh as it burned, what it looked like falling as ash to the dirt floor. The horrors she had faced, the acts she had perpetrated haunted her, but she merely wanted to sleep, to find contentment and peace.Her greatest regrets came to her in blaring clarity, all her mistakes, the faces of all the innocents, and the not so innocent, moved in a macabre play behind scratchy eyelids. Amora would feel the wetness of tears trailing down from the corners of her eyes as she fought each day to remain somewhat sane. Those tears failures she wouldn’t let anyone else see.Amora always woke to screams and hisses, lingered pasts, realized the agony wasn’t hers not that of her mother. She would curl upward, wrap her arms around her raised legs and rock, force the clinging memories away. Amora didn’t know when or if she would find peace. With each year, decade and century that passed, her doubts of some happiness faded or shattered in the reality of her existence. All she had was an existence. She survived and little more than that. She found bliss in warm bodies, in the clasp of feminine legs and arms. An empty momentary sexual oblivion.Genre: Lesbian Dark Fantasy ParanormalWord Count: 59,000