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September 16, 2020
Ready for a New Series?
This is kind of a big deal... I have a brand new series, and the first book, Dead to Me is coming September 29th!
The Book:
TITLE: Dead to Me
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
SERIES: Grave Talker
DESCRIPTION:
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.
𝗢𝗻𝗲: Don’t talk to the dead in front of the living.
𝗧𝘄𝗼: Stay off the Arcane Bureau of Investigation’s radar.
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: Don’t forget rules one and two.
With a murderer desperate for Darby’s attention and an ABI agent in town, things are about to get mighty interesting in Haunted Peak, TN.
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON: https://geni.us/dtm-amazon
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735607800
Audio is coming Soon!
EXCERPT
My life would be a lot easier if the dead in this town would just cooperate. Maybe it was the living. They never seemed to cooperate, either.
I hefted one eyelid by sheer force of will and spied the time on my alarm clock. That alarm clock was just for show. No one—not even me—used them much anymore. Lately, it was there so I didn’t have to look at the time on my phone. Said alarm clock was blinking 12:00 at me.
The power had gone out sometime since I’d fallen into bed. Figures. It didn’t matter that I lived in a nice neighborhood. Mother Nature was a testy woman on the best of days, but in the spring in this part of the country? She was downright spiteful.
The knock—well, more like pounding—on my front door rattled through my house again, which was what had woken me up from a very deep, much-needed sleep in the first damn place. I knew that insistent cop-knock. J was pounding on my door like the badge-wielding tool he was. Granted, I, too, had a badge, but I wasn’t the jerk accosting his door at oh-butt-thirty in the morning.
Groaning, I peeled myself from my oh-so-soft mattress and stomped to my door, yanking it open before J could splinter the wood.
“What?” Yeah, it came out more like a bark, but it wasn’t even dawn, and I was in no mood.
Instead of saying anything at all, J waved a to-go cup of coffee in my face as a peace offering. I fell on the caffeine-laden cup like a junkie, sucking down the brew like my life—or more accurately, J’s life—depended on it.
Only after the cup was half-drained did I let him pass the threshold into my living room. Shuffling past me, he plopped onto my overstuffed sofa like he owned it. He didn’t, but Jeremiah Cooper, AKA, J, was my best friend—hell, my only friend—and he’d spent many a morning, evening, and afternoon on that couch.
J wasn’t the only person sitting there, but he paid exactly zero attention to the slightly see-through dead man perched right next to him, lounging on the cushions like the Queen of Sheba. J—and everyone else in my life—couldn’t see him.
No one could.
No one but me.
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Add to Goodreads: Dead to Me
I cannot wait to see what you think of Darby and her special brand of shenanigans. I had a blast writing her!
Cheers,
Annie
The Book:
TITLE: Dead to Me
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
SERIES: Grave Talker
DESCRIPTION:
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲.
𝗢𝗻𝗲: Don’t talk to the dead in front of the living.
𝗧𝘄𝗼: Stay off the Arcane Bureau of Investigation’s radar.
𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: Don’t forget rules one and two.
With a murderer desperate for Darby’s attention and an ABI agent in town, things are about to get mighty interesting in Haunted Peak, TN.
PURCHASE LINKS
AMAZON: https://geni.us/dtm-amazon
PAPERBACK: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735607800
Audio is coming Soon!
EXCERPT
My life would be a lot easier if the dead in this town would just cooperate. Maybe it was the living. They never seemed to cooperate, either.
I hefted one eyelid by sheer force of will and spied the time on my alarm clock. That alarm clock was just for show. No one—not even me—used them much anymore. Lately, it was there so I didn’t have to look at the time on my phone. Said alarm clock was blinking 12:00 at me.
The power had gone out sometime since I’d fallen into bed. Figures. It didn’t matter that I lived in a nice neighborhood. Mother Nature was a testy woman on the best of days, but in the spring in this part of the country? She was downright spiteful.
The knock—well, more like pounding—on my front door rattled through my house again, which was what had woken me up from a very deep, much-needed sleep in the first damn place. I knew that insistent cop-knock. J was pounding on my door like the badge-wielding tool he was. Granted, I, too, had a badge, but I wasn’t the jerk accosting his door at oh-butt-thirty in the morning.
Groaning, I peeled myself from my oh-so-soft mattress and stomped to my door, yanking it open before J could splinter the wood.
“What?” Yeah, it came out more like a bark, but it wasn’t even dawn, and I was in no mood.
Instead of saying anything at all, J waved a to-go cup of coffee in my face as a peace offering. I fell on the caffeine-laden cup like a junkie, sucking down the brew like my life—or more accurately, J’s life—depended on it.
Only after the cup was half-drained did I let him pass the threshold into my living room. Shuffling past me, he plopped onto my overstuffed sofa like he owned it. He didn’t, but Jeremiah Cooper, AKA, J, was my best friend—hell, my only friend—and he’d spent many a morning, evening, and afternoon on that couch.
J wasn’t the only person sitting there, but he paid exactly zero attention to the slightly see-through dead man perched right next to him, lounging on the cushions like the Queen of Sheba. J—and everyone else in my life—couldn’t see him.
No one could.
No one but me.
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Add to Goodreads: Dead to Me
I cannot wait to see what you think of Darby and her special brand of shenanigans. I had a blast writing her!
Cheers,
Annie
June 9, 2019
The opening paragraphs of LADY OF MADNESS & MOONLIGHT!!
LADY OF MADNESS & MOONLIGHT will be here June 25th! Check out these opening paragraphs to tide you over while you wait!
---Lady of Madness & Moonlight
For the hundredth time today, a fist was aimed at my head, rocketing toward me with enough power behind it to knock me into next week. That is, if it hit me, which considering the luck I had today, was entirely likely. Managing to duck the fist coming for my face at the last second, I scrambled to the side before swinging up and returning the favor, landing it in his not-so-soft middle. Honestly, it was like I was bare-knuckle punching a brick wall.
I only got to enjoy the pained ‘oof’ for a second, though, because another fist or a leg or an elbow was coming, and if any of the above hit me, I’d be a mushy stain on the floor. My opponent was much better than me on every level – except for the magic one – but I cared too much about the opinion of his pack to fight dirty. Plus, he had a set of sharp fangs he could use to level the playing field at any moment.
A leg came out of nowhere and swept my legs out from under me. I landed on a hip – the pain of the bone meeting mat knocking the breath out of me. But I learned early on that staying still was just about the worst thing I could do.
Scrambling so I wasn’t on the receiving end of the haymaker aimed my way, I managed to dodge another fist.
“I swear to the Fates, Marcus, if you let her get a black eye today of all days I will hurt you in ways you can only dream about,” Barrett’s voice echoed through the gym.
A strangled wheeze made it past my lips which only pissed Barrett off more.
“And not in a good way,” he added, the threat hanging in the air.
Barrett really was the nicest. I should send him a fruit basket or something.
...
CAST YOUR BETS! Is Max going to win this fight? Or is she going to get her ass handed to her?
Lady of Madness & Moonlight is on PreOrder Sale via Amazon, Nook, iBooks, Kobo, and Google Play! Secure your copy at the limited time offer sales pricing set for PreOrder purchasers only!
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---Lady of Madness & Moonlight
For the hundredth time today, a fist was aimed at my head, rocketing toward me with enough power behind it to knock me into next week. That is, if it hit me, which considering the luck I had today, was entirely likely. Managing to duck the fist coming for my face at the last second, I scrambled to the side before swinging up and returning the favor, landing it in his not-so-soft middle. Honestly, it was like I was bare-knuckle punching a brick wall.
I only got to enjoy the pained ‘oof’ for a second, though, because another fist or a leg or an elbow was coming, and if any of the above hit me, I’d be a mushy stain on the floor. My opponent was much better than me on every level – except for the magic one – but I cared too much about the opinion of his pack to fight dirty. Plus, he had a set of sharp fangs he could use to level the playing field at any moment.
A leg came out of nowhere and swept my legs out from under me. I landed on a hip – the pain of the bone meeting mat knocking the breath out of me. But I learned early on that staying still was just about the worst thing I could do.
Scrambling so I wasn’t on the receiving end of the haymaker aimed my way, I managed to dodge another fist.
“I swear to the Fates, Marcus, if you let her get a black eye today of all days I will hurt you in ways you can only dream about,” Barrett’s voice echoed through the gym.
A strangled wheeze made it past my lips which only pissed Barrett off more.
“And not in a good way,” he added, the threat hanging in the air.
Barrett really was the nicest. I should send him a fruit basket or something.
...
CAST YOUR BETS! Is Max going to win this fight? Or is she going to get her ass handed to her?
Lady of Madness & Moonlight is on PreOrder Sale via Amazon, Nook, iBooks, Kobo, and Google Play! Secure your copy at the limited time offer sales pricing set for PreOrder purchasers only!
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May 5, 2019
Flame Kissed Bonus Chapter!
So, updating books on Amazon is a little rough. There are those who purchased Scattered Ashes ages ago who don't have this BRAND NEW chapter, sooooo I'm posting it here and on my website for you guys!
AURELIA
Screeching into my parking spot at the gallery, I turn the car off and hop out of the seat like my ass is on fire. I’m late just like Evan said I would be, which is irritating. Somehow, despite my abilities, I still manage to get caught in traffic. Which is just par for the freaking course in my book. Of course, I have just about the worst ability on the planet that only seems to work in fits and spurts.
Did I know I was going to get caught in traffic? Technically, yes, but I thought I could go around it, not knowing that even the side roads would be backed up too. Did I know that Rhys was four cars behind me the whole way down the mountain and parked on the street to avoid me spotting him? Yes, I did. I also know he has on mismatched socks and a Morganite knife in his boot.
But none of that information is useful, and all I’m stuck with is a feeling in my gut that I didn’t pack enough weapons.
Slipping in the hidden side entrance, I try to skirt the crowd without being noticed as I make my way to the only reason I’m here. Food. Assessing the spread at the snack table, I mentally give Evan kudos. Cubed cheeses, grapes, bruschetta, those cute little cucumber chive cups, pancetta cheese tomato skewers, and a bunch of other yummy snacks decorate one massive table positioned expertly next to the open bar.
I have to give it to her. The little devil really knows how to throw a party.
Speaking of the devil, Evan pops up by my side as if she materialized from thin air. Which isn’t too far off from what she’s actually capable of. The jury’s out to if she just showed up on her own two feet, or if she materialized in a puff of smoke in front of an entire roomful of people. I’m going with option one just based on the number of humans in the room.
While it’s great my showing is well-attended, the room is far too peopley for me. But the crowd isn’t the only thing giving me pause. Despite the riot of curls and tiny stature, my pixie of a best friend is typically a little more robust than she is right now. And while I feed her until she busts every time she comes over, I have a feeling she isn’t getting sustenance from the other half of her diet — the soul-eating side.
It’s not as bad as it sounds. As a Wraith, Evan eats damned souls, transporting them on a one-way slide right to Hell. By the sharpness to her cheekbones, she hasn’t consumed a soul in a hot minute.
I want to ask her about it, but this is neither the time or the place.
“Finally decided to grace us with your presence? I thought I was going to have to send out a search party. And by search party, I mean your personal guard dog.”
Rude. After a century plus of us being BFFs, Evan has tried to get me to forgive Rhys about three billion and one times. She would love to lock us in a room together and throw away the key. I’d probably end up killing him, which would end up killing us both temporarily. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Phoenix bondings are stupid.
I pick up a plate, sliding a few of the cucumber cups onto it before moving to the pancetta.
“Below the belt, Evangeline. Give me time to inhale some of these goodies before you start in on me.”
Using her given name makes her eye twitch which was the intended goal. She purses her red-painted lips at me, probably deciding if yelling at me in this room full of people would be worth the ass-kicking she’d get later.
“You’ve sold four already,” she offers, diverting from the thorny Rhys talk. “Simone is wheedling with two others for the dollhouse one. I think that one is going to start a bidding war in a minute.”
Nodding, I stuff a morsel in my mouth whole and chew. I don’t really care how much the paintings sell for, I just want them gone. All of them – every single one is a depiction of how someone died, an artistic rendering of the deaths that stayed with me long after I opened my eyes in the morning. The dollhouse is my least favorite, and I’ll be glad to see it go.
“Here,” she says offering me a small whiskey glass made from cut crystal.
Gratefully, I take it from her and take a healthy swig, allowing the burn of the alcohol warm me. Yeah, it’s July, but looking at these paintings make me run cold for some reason.
Suddenly, I yank Evan behind the cover of a steel column, sticking her little body in between the edges of the I-beam, not able to articulate in enough time the pictures that just rolled across my brain.
“What—” Evan squawks before the ping, ping, ping of bullets hit the metal.
Screams erupt around us, the crowd stampeding to the exits, and I wonder if I have enough cover to get Evan behind the snack table.
“When I say go, you flip that table over and get behind it,” I order, staring Evan down.
She nods, pressing her lips together so hard they turn white around the edges.
The images in my brain tell me there are two Phoenixes – Soldiers to be exact. Great. I slide out from the cover of the I-beam, pull the gun from my spine holster, and yell for Evan to go before the Soldier in front of me even has time to blink. Wasting five shots on his vest, I quickly realize he’s wearing body armor before he starts returning fire.
Taking off into a run, I move in between two free-standing walls that wouldn’t stop a BB gun, and keep moving to the next I-beam. But I can’t stay there much longer. The other Soldier is skirting around the periphery of the room ready to corner me. I’m being herded.
Moans of pain reach my ears, and it’s all I can do to block them out. Focusing on the heavy footfalls, I try to gauge their position. Reaching up, I pull one of my hair sticks from the bun and throw it like a missile. I enjoy the girly scream coming from a man’s mouth as the thin rod of metal embeds into his eye more than I could possibly say. Grabbing three more, I toss a few into the shoulder of his compatriot before giving him a matching skewer in his other eye.
Above everything – the moans of pain from patrons caught in the crossfire, the sound of a gun being reloaded, the screeching of the Phoenix who’ll have to regrow his eyes – I hear the whimpers of my best friend. Shit.
Evan is softer than I am, and not that she can’t handle herself – she can – but she hasn’t seen the things I have. She hasn’t endured. And she can’t be around the death coming for us without phasing, something she shouldn’t ever do in public.
If I phase, I look like an angel. Evan, however...
Skirting the perimeter of the room, I manage to circle back to her, practically doing a baseball slide to dodge the bullets aimed for my head as I make it back to cover.
After a second of inspection, I realize all too quickly that Evan is about a nanosecond from losing it.
“Get out of here,” I insist as I reload my Glock.
My best friend isn’t like other Wraiths, and that fact is made all too apparent when pieces of the floor start abrading away underneath her. I’ve seen her level an entire city once by accident over a century ago. Granted her control has grown exponentially since then, but I’m not eager to push it.
Evangeline doesn’t acknowledge me at all, lost in bloodlust or fear or something I can’t name. Despite my unwillingness to hurt her, I can’t have a repeat of San Francisco. My free hand cracks across her face and the inky quality to her Wraith eyes slowly bleed back to human.
She sucks in a breath, shaking herself back to sanity.
“Get out of here,” I repeat, growling so she knows I mean business.
She scrambles back, still under cover of the table, cowering at the barest edge. Her fear of me burns, even as necessary as it might be.
“What about you?” she croaks.
Her voice is fearful even through her fangs as she tries to keep herself in check.
“Rhys is here somewhere. He’ll back me up once he finally sacks up and gets out of his truck. I’ll be fine. Meet you at the cabin?”
Evan takes two deep breaths, one after the other, before she gives me a hesitant nod.
“Good. Get the hell out of here so I can kill these idiots. Say hi to the parental units for me.”
Evan smiles hesitantly before a swirl of black smoke envelopes her and she disappears, traveling to her family’s cabin in Grand Lake and leaving me to take out the trash.
What I didn’t tell her was that Rhys probably wouldn’t get out of his truck. He probably wouldn’t come in at all, and depending on where he parked, he might not see the stream of people flooding out of here like their hair was on fire, or hear the shots from these idiot’s hand cannons.
That’s on me, I suppose. I’ve made it clear over the last century and a half that I don’t want to see him, and I don’t need his help. Typically, I don’t, and today is probably no different.
Probably.
I’m pretty sure I can take care of these two jokers on my own, but what if they aren’t alone?
A guttural gasp of pain breaks into my thoughts, and I shrug out of my jacket. A man not ten feet from me has a bullet in his gut. I try to keep my eyes closed as the vision of his death on an operating table fills my mind, little details about the man coming with it. I didn’t need a vision to tell me the man was a goner, but I lay down cover fire as I sneak out of my hidey hole to drag him to the modicum of safety the table provides.
Pressing my jacket to his wound, I whisper, “Everything is going to be alright, George. Don’t you worry. Keep pressure on that, okay? Help is coming.”
It’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. All George wanted was to buy a little art for his college-aged daughter. He didn’t ask to be gunned down in the middle of an art show.
A burning hot prickle to my skin has me sucking in deep breaths for calm. The absolute last thing this poor man needs to see in his final moments is me turning into a smoldering Valkyrie.
He needs vengeance.
And he’ll get it as soon as Rhys gets off his ass and gets in here.
Whenever that will be.
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AURELIA
Screeching into my parking spot at the gallery, I turn the car off and hop out of the seat like my ass is on fire. I’m late just like Evan said I would be, which is irritating. Somehow, despite my abilities, I still manage to get caught in traffic. Which is just par for the freaking course in my book. Of course, I have just about the worst ability on the planet that only seems to work in fits and spurts.
Did I know I was going to get caught in traffic? Technically, yes, but I thought I could go around it, not knowing that even the side roads would be backed up too. Did I know that Rhys was four cars behind me the whole way down the mountain and parked on the street to avoid me spotting him? Yes, I did. I also know he has on mismatched socks and a Morganite knife in his boot.
But none of that information is useful, and all I’m stuck with is a feeling in my gut that I didn’t pack enough weapons.
Slipping in the hidden side entrance, I try to skirt the crowd without being noticed as I make my way to the only reason I’m here. Food. Assessing the spread at the snack table, I mentally give Evan kudos. Cubed cheeses, grapes, bruschetta, those cute little cucumber chive cups, pancetta cheese tomato skewers, and a bunch of other yummy snacks decorate one massive table positioned expertly next to the open bar.
I have to give it to her. The little devil really knows how to throw a party.
Speaking of the devil, Evan pops up by my side as if she materialized from thin air. Which isn’t too far off from what she’s actually capable of. The jury’s out to if she just showed up on her own two feet, or if she materialized in a puff of smoke in front of an entire roomful of people. I’m going with option one just based on the number of humans in the room.
While it’s great my showing is well-attended, the room is far too peopley for me. But the crowd isn’t the only thing giving me pause. Despite the riot of curls and tiny stature, my pixie of a best friend is typically a little more robust than she is right now. And while I feed her until she busts every time she comes over, I have a feeling she isn’t getting sustenance from the other half of her diet — the soul-eating side.
It’s not as bad as it sounds. As a Wraith, Evan eats damned souls, transporting them on a one-way slide right to Hell. By the sharpness to her cheekbones, she hasn’t consumed a soul in a hot minute.
I want to ask her about it, but this is neither the time or the place.
“Finally decided to grace us with your presence? I thought I was going to have to send out a search party. And by search party, I mean your personal guard dog.”
Rude. After a century plus of us being BFFs, Evan has tried to get me to forgive Rhys about three billion and one times. She would love to lock us in a room together and throw away the key. I’d probably end up killing him, which would end up killing us both temporarily. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Phoenix bondings are stupid.
I pick up a plate, sliding a few of the cucumber cups onto it before moving to the pancetta.
“Below the belt, Evangeline. Give me time to inhale some of these goodies before you start in on me.”
Using her given name makes her eye twitch which was the intended goal. She purses her red-painted lips at me, probably deciding if yelling at me in this room full of people would be worth the ass-kicking she’d get later.
“You’ve sold four already,” she offers, diverting from the thorny Rhys talk. “Simone is wheedling with two others for the dollhouse one. I think that one is going to start a bidding war in a minute.”
Nodding, I stuff a morsel in my mouth whole and chew. I don’t really care how much the paintings sell for, I just want them gone. All of them – every single one is a depiction of how someone died, an artistic rendering of the deaths that stayed with me long after I opened my eyes in the morning. The dollhouse is my least favorite, and I’ll be glad to see it go.
“Here,” she says offering me a small whiskey glass made from cut crystal.
Gratefully, I take it from her and take a healthy swig, allowing the burn of the alcohol warm me. Yeah, it’s July, but looking at these paintings make me run cold for some reason.
Suddenly, I yank Evan behind the cover of a steel column, sticking her little body in between the edges of the I-beam, not able to articulate in enough time the pictures that just rolled across my brain.
“What—” Evan squawks before the ping, ping, ping of bullets hit the metal.
Screams erupt around us, the crowd stampeding to the exits, and I wonder if I have enough cover to get Evan behind the snack table.
“When I say go, you flip that table over and get behind it,” I order, staring Evan down.
She nods, pressing her lips together so hard they turn white around the edges.
The images in my brain tell me there are two Phoenixes – Soldiers to be exact. Great. I slide out from the cover of the I-beam, pull the gun from my spine holster, and yell for Evan to go before the Soldier in front of me even has time to blink. Wasting five shots on his vest, I quickly realize he’s wearing body armor before he starts returning fire.
Taking off into a run, I move in between two free-standing walls that wouldn’t stop a BB gun, and keep moving to the next I-beam. But I can’t stay there much longer. The other Soldier is skirting around the periphery of the room ready to corner me. I’m being herded.
Moans of pain reach my ears, and it’s all I can do to block them out. Focusing on the heavy footfalls, I try to gauge their position. Reaching up, I pull one of my hair sticks from the bun and throw it like a missile. I enjoy the girly scream coming from a man’s mouth as the thin rod of metal embeds into his eye more than I could possibly say. Grabbing three more, I toss a few into the shoulder of his compatriot before giving him a matching skewer in his other eye.
Above everything – the moans of pain from patrons caught in the crossfire, the sound of a gun being reloaded, the screeching of the Phoenix who’ll have to regrow his eyes – I hear the whimpers of my best friend. Shit.
Evan is softer than I am, and not that she can’t handle herself – she can – but she hasn’t seen the things I have. She hasn’t endured. And she can’t be around the death coming for us without phasing, something she shouldn’t ever do in public.
If I phase, I look like an angel. Evan, however...
Skirting the perimeter of the room, I manage to circle back to her, practically doing a baseball slide to dodge the bullets aimed for my head as I make it back to cover.
After a second of inspection, I realize all too quickly that Evan is about a nanosecond from losing it.
“Get out of here,” I insist as I reload my Glock.
My best friend isn’t like other Wraiths, and that fact is made all too apparent when pieces of the floor start abrading away underneath her. I’ve seen her level an entire city once by accident over a century ago. Granted her control has grown exponentially since then, but I’m not eager to push it.
Evangeline doesn’t acknowledge me at all, lost in bloodlust or fear or something I can’t name. Despite my unwillingness to hurt her, I can’t have a repeat of San Francisco. My free hand cracks across her face and the inky quality to her Wraith eyes slowly bleed back to human.
She sucks in a breath, shaking herself back to sanity.
“Get out of here,” I repeat, growling so she knows I mean business.
She scrambles back, still under cover of the table, cowering at the barest edge. Her fear of me burns, even as necessary as it might be.
“What about you?” she croaks.
Her voice is fearful even through her fangs as she tries to keep herself in check.
“Rhys is here somewhere. He’ll back me up once he finally sacks up and gets out of his truck. I’ll be fine. Meet you at the cabin?”
Evan takes two deep breaths, one after the other, before she gives me a hesitant nod.
“Good. Get the hell out of here so I can kill these idiots. Say hi to the parental units for me.”
Evan smiles hesitantly before a swirl of black smoke envelopes her and she disappears, traveling to her family’s cabin in Grand Lake and leaving me to take out the trash.
What I didn’t tell her was that Rhys probably wouldn’t get out of his truck. He probably wouldn’t come in at all, and depending on where he parked, he might not see the stream of people flooding out of here like their hair was on fire, or hear the shots from these idiot’s hand cannons.
That’s on me, I suppose. I’ve made it clear over the last century and a half that I don’t want to see him, and I don’t need his help. Typically, I don’t, and today is probably no different.
Probably.
I’m pretty sure I can take care of these two jokers on my own, but what if they aren’t alone?
A guttural gasp of pain breaks into my thoughts, and I shrug out of my jacket. A man not ten feet from me has a bullet in his gut. I try to keep my eyes closed as the vision of his death on an operating table fills my mind, little details about the man coming with it. I didn’t need a vision to tell me the man was a goner, but I lay down cover fire as I sneak out of my hidey hole to drag him to the modicum of safety the table provides.
Pressing my jacket to his wound, I whisper, “Everything is going to be alright, George. Don’t you worry. Keep pressure on that, okay? Help is coming.”
It’s a lie, but he doesn’t need to know that. All George wanted was to buy a little art for his college-aged daughter. He didn’t ask to be gunned down in the middle of an art show.
A burning hot prickle to my skin has me sucking in deep breaths for calm. The absolute last thing this poor man needs to see in his final moments is me turning into a smoldering Valkyrie.
He needs vengeance.
And he’ll get it as soon as Rhys gets off his ass and gets in here.
Whenever that will be.
Check out Flame Kissed!
November 2, 2018
Daughter of Souls & Silence is COMING!
The second book in the Rogue Ethereal series, Daughter of Souls & Silence will be here November 13, 2018!
Just 11 more days until Max kicks down your door and takes you on a wild ride!
Here's an excerpt to tide you over:
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“Do you know why you’re here?” the blonde Dragon asks. Her accent is thick, maybe Russian or Ukrainian perhaps.
“I have an idea,” I drawl, my left eyebrow hitching up without permission.
Oh, I had more than an idea. I knew exactly why I was here. It probably had something to do with the Demon I’d killed.
“Good, then we’ll dispense with the pleasantries. Maxima Alcado, born Maxima Christina Arcadios, Rogue Witch, denounced member of the former Arcadios coven, shunned daughter of the Demon Andras and Pacific Northwest coven leader, Teresa Alcado, sole heir to the royal seat, you are hereby accused of murdering your Master, Micah Goode, with a forbidden instrument.”
A high-pitched buzzing takes over my hearing as a biting cold seems to seep into my limbs. I hate that name. Hate the way my body betrays me every single time I hear it. Both his name and the one I was given when I came into this world. Arcadios. I’d thought I’d buried that part of me just like my mother had. I guess not. And Micah’s. I hate the way just the specter of him makes it so I can’t go home, can’t even look at my house without my breath coming in these same short pants of an impending panic attack.
It isn’t fair. I didn’t ask to be branded. I didn’t ask to be born in the family I was. And that’s why Micah wanted me. Because of who my family was. Because of the blood running in my veins.
I guess the self-defense excuse was probably moot here.
I open my mouth to say just that when I hear my Gramma’s voice in my head, her crisp English accent echoing through the edges of my brain.
‘Don’t say a word, Maxima dear. I’ll fix this. I swear to you. I’ll fix this.’
I meet her warm brown eyes, knowing she means it, but also knowing that if it came to it, I might be beyond saving.
“Have you nothing to say?” the Witch asks, his tone snide as he sneers at me.
I shift my gaze from Bernadette to him, keeping my face impassive, looking him over. Yes, he’s attractive, but his sneer sours his looks. My assessment must unnerve him because he shifts in his seat.
Probably used to a bit more groveling, I’d bet.
“So be it,” he pauses – probably for effect – taking over the speaking for the Dragon, a little upward crook of his mouth. “The sentence for your crimes is death. Do you have anything to say now?”
It turns out I didn’t.
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DAUGHTER OF SOULS & SILENCE is available for preorder HERE.
Just 11 more days until Max kicks down your door and takes you on a wild ride!
Here's an excerpt to tide you over:
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“Do you know why you’re here?” the blonde Dragon asks. Her accent is thick, maybe Russian or Ukrainian perhaps.
“I have an idea,” I drawl, my left eyebrow hitching up without permission.
Oh, I had more than an idea. I knew exactly why I was here. It probably had something to do with the Demon I’d killed.
“Good, then we’ll dispense with the pleasantries. Maxima Alcado, born Maxima Christina Arcadios, Rogue Witch, denounced member of the former Arcadios coven, shunned daughter of the Demon Andras and Pacific Northwest coven leader, Teresa Alcado, sole heir to the royal seat, you are hereby accused of murdering your Master, Micah Goode, with a forbidden instrument.”
A high-pitched buzzing takes over my hearing as a biting cold seems to seep into my limbs. I hate that name. Hate the way my body betrays me every single time I hear it. Both his name and the one I was given when I came into this world. Arcadios. I’d thought I’d buried that part of me just like my mother had. I guess not. And Micah’s. I hate the way just the specter of him makes it so I can’t go home, can’t even look at my house without my breath coming in these same short pants of an impending panic attack.
It isn’t fair. I didn’t ask to be branded. I didn’t ask to be born in the family I was. And that’s why Micah wanted me. Because of who my family was. Because of the blood running in my veins.
I guess the self-defense excuse was probably moot here.
I open my mouth to say just that when I hear my Gramma’s voice in my head, her crisp English accent echoing through the edges of my brain.
‘Don’t say a word, Maxima dear. I’ll fix this. I swear to you. I’ll fix this.’
I meet her warm brown eyes, knowing she means it, but also knowing that if it came to it, I might be beyond saving.
“Have you nothing to say?” the Witch asks, his tone snide as he sneers at me.
I shift my gaze from Bernadette to him, keeping my face impassive, looking him over. Yes, he’s attractive, but his sneer sours his looks. My assessment must unnerve him because he shifts in his seat.
Probably used to a bit more groveling, I’d bet.
“So be it,” he pauses – probably for effect – taking over the speaking for the Dragon, a little upward crook of his mouth. “The sentence for your crimes is death. Do you have anything to say now?”
It turns out I didn’t.
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DAUGHTER OF SOULS & SILENCE is available for preorder HERE.
July 10, 2018
Seeking Sanctuary Excerpt!
Seeking Sanctuary is almost here!! Just 7 more days and Levi will wrap his hands around your heart and squeeze!!
Here is an excerpt to whet your appetite!
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Her lips parted as if she was going to answer me before slamming closed. When she spoke again, though, it wasn’t to answer my question at all.
“Your bookkeeper? So you’re Levi Grady? The man Constance at the diner told me to talk to about a job. Of course, I punched you in the chest. Awesome,” she muttered more to herself than to me. “So, I’m going to go and pretend this whole day didn’t happen. Maybe hole up in a hotel room until the true breadth of my stupidity isn’t plastered all over my face for the whole world to see. Good to meet you, Mr. Grady. Sorry again for the trouble.”
She did a quick U-turn, and the dark chocolate of her hair swinging with her, fanning out to smack me in the face. She didn’t wear perfume – a blessing and a curse – but the fragrance of her shampoo mixed with her natural scent made me want to trail after her like a lost puppy. She was adorably awkward and more than a little funny.
I resisted the urge to grab her arm, knowing full well she was a wounded animal in the most basic of senses. She needed help, maybe some understanding, and I just couldn’t let her go without saying something.
“The job’s still open, you know,” I called to her back, “If you’d be willing to walk to the diner with me for some coffee, I’d be glad to talk requirements and pay. Discuss your qualifications. At this point, I’d just be happy with someone who could properly add and subtract.”
She looked over her shoulder sizing me up again. Something on my face must have convinced her because I got a terse nod and she waited while I caught up, sliding her shades down to cover her eyes.
“What’s your name? You know mine, but I didn’t get yours.”
“Isla. My name is Isla.”
It was pretty, fitting for a woman like her. She couldn’t be older than twenty-five.
“You got a last name, Isla?”
“Yeah, it’s Young,” she replied as she flitted her eyes to mine and then bit into her full bottom lip. Even behind her aviators, I knew she was lying.
“That isn’t your real last name is it?” I murmured, calling her out before I got too deep in whatever the hell this was.
“No, but it’ll be on the ID I give you, and it’ll clear the national databases, so it’s the only one you’re gonna get. Is that a problem?”
SEEKING SANCTUARY is available for preorder HERE.
Here is an excerpt to whet your appetite!
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Her lips parted as if she was going to answer me before slamming closed. When she spoke again, though, it wasn’t to answer my question at all.
“Your bookkeeper? So you’re Levi Grady? The man Constance at the diner told me to talk to about a job. Of course, I punched you in the chest. Awesome,” she muttered more to herself than to me. “So, I’m going to go and pretend this whole day didn’t happen. Maybe hole up in a hotel room until the true breadth of my stupidity isn’t plastered all over my face for the whole world to see. Good to meet you, Mr. Grady. Sorry again for the trouble.”
She did a quick U-turn, and the dark chocolate of her hair swinging with her, fanning out to smack me in the face. She didn’t wear perfume – a blessing and a curse – but the fragrance of her shampoo mixed with her natural scent made me want to trail after her like a lost puppy. She was adorably awkward and more than a little funny.
I resisted the urge to grab her arm, knowing full well she was a wounded animal in the most basic of senses. She needed help, maybe some understanding, and I just couldn’t let her go without saying something.
“The job’s still open, you know,” I called to her back, “If you’d be willing to walk to the diner with me for some coffee, I’d be glad to talk requirements and pay. Discuss your qualifications. At this point, I’d just be happy with someone who could properly add and subtract.”
She looked over her shoulder sizing me up again. Something on my face must have convinced her because I got a terse nod and she waited while I caught up, sliding her shades down to cover her eyes.
“What’s your name? You know mine, but I didn’t get yours.”
“Isla. My name is Isla.”
It was pretty, fitting for a woman like her. She couldn’t be older than twenty-five.
“You got a last name, Isla?”
“Yeah, it’s Young,” she replied as she flitted her eyes to mine and then bit into her full bottom lip. Even behind her aviators, I knew she was lying.
“That isn’t your real last name is it?” I murmured, calling her out before I got too deep in whatever the hell this was.
“No, but it’ll be on the ID I give you, and it’ll clear the national databases, so it’s the only one you’re gonna get. Is that a problem?”
SEEKING SANCTUARY is available for preorder HERE.
March 5, 2017
Scattered Ashes is FREE + Giveaways + MORE Freebies
Have you ever come back from 'vacation' and the world falls apart? The children have lost their minds, no one is sleeping (especially me), the toddler took a hair stick to $100 worth of eyeshadow pallets... Old Murphy seems to have a hand in most of our lives this past week, so I'm keeping it short and sweet.This week's agenda:SCATTERED ASHES is FREE!March FREE for All. 69 books, all FREE for a limited time!Giveaways Galore!SCATTERED ASHES IS FREE!
Aurelia Constantine is having a rough century.Plagued by visions of murder, death and destruction, she has resigned herself to the nightmare her life has become. When an enemy from her past comes to her rescue, she must let go of old wounds and heal the breach so she may survive the evil poisoning her mind.Rhys Stevens is guilty.Murder. Betrayal. Treason. Take your pick; he’s guilty of them all. On the path of redemption, he must beg for forgiveness from the one person he fought to save - the woman he has always loved.Thrown together in the trenches of war, they must work as a team to stop a monstrous puppet master from pulling their strings.Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.Get ready to burn.AMAZON US|AMAZON UK|AMAZON CA|AMAZON AU
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Aurelia Constantine is having a rough century.Plagued by visions of murder, death and destruction, she has resigned herself to the nightmare her life has become. When an enemy from her past comes to her rescue, she must let go of old wounds and heal the breach so she may survive the evil poisoning her mind.Rhys Stevens is guilty.Murder. Betrayal. Treason. Take your pick; he’s guilty of them all. On the path of redemption, he must beg for forgiveness from the one person he fought to save - the woman he has always loved.Thrown together in the trenches of war, they must work as a team to stop a monstrous puppet master from pulling their strings.Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.Get ready to burn.AMAZON US|AMAZON UK|AMAZON CA|AMAZON AUCURRENT GIVEAWAYSCheck out the March FREE Reads & Giveaway 3/5-9!Our Romance Authors are offering 69 books...Most of them are FREE for a limited time. It's just our way of thanking our loyal readers.Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win a Kindle and Amazon Gift Cards just for subscribing to our newsletters or following us on social media.Here's the link to the March FREE for All & Giveaway:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/free-for-all/How much do you love signed paperbacks from your favorite romance authors?Yeah. We thought so.Enter to win one of five prize packs.Each prize pack will contain at least FIVE signed books and some SWAG. (These authors hooked you up!)If you're already a collector, you'll be in heaven. If you've never owned a signed paperback before, you'll start your collection with a bang. Either way, entry is simple.One simple entry will subscribe you to 30 Romance Author Newsletters.Unsubscribe any time, but please don't label us as spam. Better still, stick around and get to know us.***Open to US Residents Only.***Participating Authors:Abbie Roads | Abbie Roads | Alexis Noelle | Ali Parker | Anna Rose Leigh | Annie Anderson | Belinda Boring | C.E. Wilson | C.M. Seabrook | Cecilia Lane | Emma Nichols | Eva Winters | Jennifer Millikin | Kelli McCracken | Khardine Gray | Linda Joyce | Linda Tillis | Lindzee Armstrong | Liz Gavin | Michelle Jo Quinn | Piper Rayne | Renea Mason | Renee Charles | Sara Celi | Sarah J. Stone | Sheila Kell | Skye Jordan | Tiffani Lynn | Tracy EllenEnter here:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/signed-paperback-giveaway/How much do we love you?Enter to win $1620 in Amazon Gift Cards!One simple entry will subscribe you to 81 Romance Author Newsletters. PLUS...use the bonus entries to increase your chances.Unsubscribe any time, but please don't label us as spam. Better still, stick around and get to know us.Participating Authors:A.G. Henley | Abbie Roads | Adele Hart | Ali Parker | Alyna Amorosi | Amanda Roberts | Amy Brent | Amy L Gale | Amy Lamont | Anabelle Bryant | Andie M. Long | Ann Omasta | Anna B. Madrise | Anna Rose Leigh | Anne Stone | Annie Anderson | AO Peart | Brandy Dorsch | Brandy L Rivers | Brinda Berry | Candace Knoebel | Christa Simpson | Colleen Charles | Debbie White | Demelza Carlton | Diana Quincy | DJ Bryce | Elisabeth Grace | Elizabeth Ellen Carter | Em Petrova | Emily Murdoch | Emma Nichols | Erica Reeder | Gina Drayer | Heather C. Myers | Holly Cortelyou | Jane Hinchey | Jennifer Rose McMahon | Jo Noelle | KB Jacobs | KB Winters | Kelli McCracken | Kelly Collins | Kennedy Morgan | Khardine Gray | Kira Blake | Laxmi Hariharan | Lena Bourne | Lexi James | Linda Joyce | Liz Gavin | Lizabeth Scott | M.M. Chabot | Mary Hughes | McKenna Jeffries | Melissa Pearl | Miranda Martin | MJ Summers | Piper Rayne | Rachel Star | Renea Mason | Rissa Blakeley | Ruby Snow | Ruth Anne Scott | S.M. Schmitz | Sammi Starlight | Sarah J. Stone | Scarlett Metal | Sheila Kell | Sidney Valentine | Simone Sowood | Skye Jordan | Skye Warren | Stephanie Witter | T.L Smith | Taige Crenshaw | Tia Lewis | Tracy Ellen | Vivienne Hunt | Ysa Arcangel | Zane MorrowEnter here:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/more-than-luck-giveaway
February 26, 2017
Mini Vacation Adventures & Signed Paperback Giveaway!
On this week's agenda:Vacation Adventures2017 Signing ScheduleSigned Paperback Giveaway & MORE!Tentative Release ScheduleVACATION ADVENTURESI have been taking a mini vacation for the last week. No writing, minimal social media, etc. All of this is because A - I needed a break, B - I am currently in allergy hell and can't focus, C - the hubs finally got back into town and he took time off to hang with the fam. So, I'm sorry, and I miss my readers, but not enough to get on Facebook and post a funny meme or three.(Okay, I did do that. I missed you! Don't tell anyone!)We built a brand new dining table, painted & upholstered some chairs, built some shelves, and did other various and sundry items that have been on the backlist of crap to do to make our house a home.(We've only lived here for two years, but who's counting, right?)I read some books, gave my brain a break, and we took a 3-mile hike with the kiddos. Let me tell you, we seriously underestimated how much our children whine when they're exhausted.(FYI - they can whine like nobody's business. They are pros. I bow down to their whining greatness.)I'm back to work this week, refreshed from a little time off and buckling down on ASHES TO MEMORIES. That said, I have a whole slew of giveaways for you.2017 SIGNING SCHEDULEI have two scheduled signings this year, and I am super excited for both of them. If you live in Florida or are willing to travel, both signings are in the lovely sunshine state, and both have FREE general admission!June 3, 2017 - SPACE COAST BOOK LOVERS - Cocoa Beach, FLFACEBOOK EVENT PAGEGET TICKETSJuly 22, 2017 - BOOKER AUTHOR EVENT - Orlando, FLFACEBOOK EVENT PAGEGET TICKETSGIVEAWAYSHow much do you love signed paperbacks from your favorite romance authors?Yeah. We thought so.Enter to win one of five prize packs. Each prize pack will contain at least FIVE signed books and some SWAG. (These authors hooked you up!)If you're already a collector, you'll be in heaven. If you've never owned a signed paperback before, you'll start your collection with a bang. Either way, entry is simple.One simple entry will subscribe you to 30 Romance Author Newsletters.Unsubscribe any time, but please don't label us as spam. Better still, stick around and get to know us.***Open to US Residents Only.***Participating Authors:Abbie Roads | Abbie Roads | Alexis Noelle | Ali Parker | Anna Rose Leigh | Annie Anderson | Belinda Boring | C.E. Wilson | C.M. Seabrook | Cecilia Lane | Emma Nichols | Eva Winters | Jennifer Millikin | Kelli McCracken | Khardine Gray | Linda Joyce | Linda Tillis | Lindzee Armstrong | Liz Gavin | Michelle Jo Quinn | Piper Rayne | Renea Mason | Renee Charles | Sara Celi | Sarah J. Stone | Sheila Kell | Skye Jordan | Tiffani Lynn | Tracy EllenENTER TO WIN!
We have 35 authors of varying genres who would love to find new readers! Why join a team? (Or lots of teams?) There are so many perks...like FREE books, advanced notice of sales, giveaways, and new releases. Let's not forget the swag and signed books so many authors give to their team as a reward for the support.Give it a try! Join some teams and be entered to win $350 in Amazon Gift Cards!ENTER TO WIN!
Over 40 Romance Authors...These authors have come together to offer you a quick, convenient way to get to know them, their new releases, and special deals...all in one place!Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win Amazon Gift Cards or a Kindle Fire just for checking us out on Amazon!ENTER TO WIN!RELEASE SCHEDULE** All dates are subject to change because my life is a bucket of bananas in a monkey factory and things go awry quite often.**ASHES TO MEMORIES - Late AprilADD TO TBRWOMAN OF BLOOD AND BONE - Late MayADD TO TBRSILENT ASHES - August/SeptemberRADIANT ASHES - NovemberLike I said, I'm back at it this week, and now that the voices are yelling at me, I should have some serious progress. See you on the flip side!
How much do you love signed paperbacks from your favorite romance authors?Yeah. We thought so.Enter to win one of five prize packs. Each prize pack will contain at least FIVE signed books and some SWAG. (These authors hooked you up!)If you're already a collector, you'll be in heaven. If you've never owned a signed paperback before, you'll start your collection with a bang. Either way, entry is simple.One simple entry will subscribe you to 30 Romance Author Newsletters.Unsubscribe any time, but please don't label us as spam. Better still, stick around and get to know us.***Open to US Residents Only.***Participating Authors:Abbie Roads | Abbie Roads | Alexis Noelle | Ali Parker | Anna Rose Leigh | Annie Anderson | Belinda Boring | C.E. Wilson | C.M. Seabrook | Cecilia Lane | Emma Nichols | Eva Winters | Jennifer Millikin | Kelli McCracken | Khardine Gray | Linda Joyce | Linda Tillis | Lindzee Armstrong | Liz Gavin | Michelle Jo Quinn | Piper Rayne | Renea Mason | Renee Charles | Sara Celi | Sarah J. Stone | Sheila Kell | Skye Jordan | Tiffani Lynn | Tracy EllenENTER TO WIN!We have 35 authors of varying genres who would love to find new readers! Why join a team? (Or lots of teams?) There are so many perks...like FREE books, advanced notice of sales, giveaways, and new releases. Let's not forget the swag and signed books so many authors give to their team as a reward for the support.Give it a try! Join some teams and be entered to win $350 in Amazon Gift Cards!ENTER TO WIN!Over 40 Romance Authors...These authors have come together to offer you a quick, convenient way to get to know them, their new releases, and special deals...all in one place!Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win Amazon Gift Cards or a Kindle Fire just for checking us out on Amazon!ENTER TO WIN!RELEASE SCHEDULE** All dates are subject to change because my life is a bucket of bananas in a monkey factory and things go awry quite often.**ASHES TO MEMORIES - Late AprilADD TO TBRWOMAN OF BLOOD AND BONE - Late MayADD TO TBRSILENT ASHES - August/SeptemberRADIANT ASHES - NovemberLike I said, I'm back at it this week, and now that the voices are yelling at me, I should have some serious progress. See you on the flip side!
February 14, 2017
Valentine's Day Super SALE & Giveaway!
So, I'm not a Valentine's Day girl. Other than downing some cupcakes and reading some romance on the iPad, I'm not having it this year.(Or any year for that matter.)I had a ton of peeps ask why I'm a Valentine's Day Grinch.Sure, I'm not a jewelry girl. I think paying through the nose for flowers is CRAZY, and there is no way in hell I'm going out to eat on V-Day just so I can elbow through crowds to get a freaking meal. PLUS...My wedding anniversary is in two weeks. (Eleven years!) So we save up the lovey-dovey stuff for the anniversary instead. In true Anderson fashion, we'll be going to the range, a movie (John Wick, anyone?) and going out to eat. I'm thinking a hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint.What are your plans for Valentine's Day?SCATTERED ASHES & FALLING ASHES SALE!
Scattered Ashes & Falling Ashes are BOTH on sale as apart of the Valentine's Super Sale!!Scattered AshesAmazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AUFalling AshesAmazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AUCheck out the Valentine’s Super Sale & Giveaway!
66 Romance Authors are offering 95 books...Most of them are on SALE for a limited time. It's just our way of thanking our loyal readers. Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win a Kindle & Amazon Gift Cards just for subscribing to our newsletters or following us on social media.ENTER HEREI hope your day of love is awesome!! See you on the flip side!
Scattered Ashes & Falling Ashes are BOTH on sale as apart of the Valentine's Super Sale!!Scattered AshesAmazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AUFalling AshesAmazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AUCheck out the Valentine’s Super Sale & Giveaway!66 Romance Authors are offering 95 books...Most of them are on SALE for a limited time. It's just our way of thanking our loyal readers. Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win a Kindle & Amazon Gift Cards just for subscribing to our newsletters or following us on social media.ENTER HEREI hope your day of love is awesome!! See you on the flip side!
February 6, 2017
Grab Ashes to Ashes Vol. 1 for FREE + Giveaways + MORE Freebies
Are you ready for Valentine's Day? I'm not. I sort of suck at it. I forget the card & present, I'm not great at receiving gifts, and I'm not a fan of jewelry.(I should probably get kicked out of the club, right?)Now, if the hubs gives me chocolates, well... He knows Dove is my favorite, but otherwise I'm a Valentine's Day Grinch.(Oh, the irony. A romance writer who hates Valentine's Day.)I do, however, shower my girls with glitter-packed love, homemade cupcakes(I am a cupcake master)and lots of love.Do you have plans for V-Day? Want some?This week's agenda:ASHES TO ASHES VOLUME ONE is FREE!February FREE for All. 85 authors, 89 books, all FREE for a limited time!The last week to enter the Love Our Readers Giveaway!SMOLDERING ASHES is heading into Kindle Unlimited.Check out the February FREE for All & Giveaway
85 Romance Authors are offering 89 books...Most of them are FREE for a limited time. It's just our way of thanking our loyal readers.Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win a Kindle and Amazon Gift Cards just for subscribing to our newsletters or following us on social media.ASHES TO ASHES VOLUME ONE is FREE for a limited time as apart of the February FREE for all! Volume One contains SCATTERED ASHES, FALLING ASHES & RISING ASHES. Click on one of the links below to get your FREE copy directly.Click here to ENTER:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/free-for-all/Ashes to Ashes Volume One
Are you ready to fall into the world of Phoenixes and Wraiths who guard the gates of the beyond? Ashes to Ashes Series Volume One includes the first three books in the Ashes to Ashes series by Annie Anderson.He took everything from her, but she needs him if she wants to live. Rock, meet hard place in SCATTERED ASHES.She's missed the last fifty years in prison, he's on the proverbial death row in FALLING ASHES.She's the Queen and he'll be her King - if they can live that long in RISING ASHES.Amazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AULove Our Readers Giveaway
Enter to win $1100 in Amazon Gift Cards! One simple entry will subscribe you to 56 Romance Author Newsletters. Unsubscribe any time, but better still, stick around and get to know us.Participating Authors:A K Michaels | AJ Norris | Aliyah Burke | Amy L Gale | Andie M. Long | Anne Stone | Annie Anderson | Bethany Lopez | Cailin Briste | Casey Clipper | Christa Simpson | Christine Kingsley | Debbie White | Deborah Nam-Krane | Erin Cawood | Eva Winters | Genevieve Jordayne | Hadley Raydeen | Hazel Keys | Heather C. Myers | Jamie Collins | Jeanne St. James | Jennifer Rose McMahon | K.L Shandwick | Kelly Collins | Kelli McCracken | Kellie McAllen | Lena Bourne |Linda Tillis | Lisa Swallow | Liz Durano | Liz Gavin | Mary Hughes| McKenna Jeffries | Melissa Pearl | Michele Mannon | Michelle Lynn | Ruth Anne Scott | Sam Destiny | Sarah J. Stone | Scarlet Rose Bonnet | Scarlett Metal | Sheila Kell | Shelique Lize | Skye Jordan | Taige Crenshaw | Talina Perkins | Tee Smith | Tia Lewis | Tina Glasneck | Tracey Pedersen | Tracy Ellen | Victoria Pinder | Vivienne Hunt | Zane MorrowClick here to ENTER:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/love-our-readers-giveaway/SMOLDERING ASHES is heading to Kindle Unlimited
This is your last week to get SMOLDERING ASHES on retailers other than Amazon!Starting 2/10, I'm removing it from other retailers and enrolling SMOLDERING ASHES in Kindle Unlimited.If you buy your ebooks on Barnes & Nobel, iBooks, or Kobo, use the links below to grab your copy while you can!iBooks|Barnes & Nobel|KoboAmazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AU
85 Romance Authors are offering 89 books...Most of them are FREE for a limited time. It's just our way of thanking our loyal readers.Even better, we've pooled our funds to offer an awesome giveaway! Enter to win a Kindle and Amazon Gift Cards just for subscribing to our newsletters or following us on social media.ASHES TO ASHES VOLUME ONE is FREE for a limited time as apart of the February FREE for all! Volume One contains SCATTERED ASHES, FALLING ASHES & RISING ASHES. Click on one of the links below to get your FREE copy directly.Click here to ENTER:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/free-for-all/Ashes to Ashes Volume OneAre you ready to fall into the world of Phoenixes and Wraiths who guard the gates of the beyond? Ashes to Ashes Series Volume One includes the first three books in the Ashes to Ashes series by Annie Anderson.He took everything from her, but she needs him if she wants to live. Rock, meet hard place in SCATTERED ASHES.She's missed the last fifty years in prison, he's on the proverbial death row in FALLING ASHES.She's the Queen and he'll be her King - if they can live that long in RISING ASHES.Amazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AULove Our Readers GiveawayEnter to win $1100 in Amazon Gift Cards! One simple entry will subscribe you to 56 Romance Author Newsletters. Unsubscribe any time, but better still, stick around and get to know us.Participating Authors:A K Michaels | AJ Norris | Aliyah Burke | Amy L Gale | Andie M. Long | Anne Stone | Annie Anderson | Bethany Lopez | Cailin Briste | Casey Clipper | Christa Simpson | Christine Kingsley | Debbie White | Deborah Nam-Krane | Erin Cawood | Eva Winters | Genevieve Jordayne | Hadley Raydeen | Hazel Keys | Heather C. Myers | Jamie Collins | Jeanne St. James | Jennifer Rose McMahon | K.L Shandwick | Kelly Collins | Kelli McCracken | Kellie McAllen | Lena Bourne |Linda Tillis | Lisa Swallow | Liz Durano | Liz Gavin | Mary Hughes| McKenna Jeffries | Melissa Pearl | Michele Mannon | Michelle Lynn | Ruth Anne Scott | Sam Destiny | Sarah J. Stone | Scarlet Rose Bonnet | Scarlett Metal | Sheila Kell | Shelique Lize | Skye Jordan | Taige Crenshaw | Talina Perkins | Tee Smith | Tia Lewis | Tina Glasneck | Tracey Pedersen | Tracy Ellen | Victoria Pinder | Vivienne Hunt | Zane MorrowClick here to ENTER:http://lovekissedbookbargains.com/love-our-readers-giveaway/SMOLDERING ASHES is heading to Kindle UnlimitedThis is your last week to get SMOLDERING ASHES on retailers other than Amazon!Starting 2/10, I'm removing it from other retailers and enrolling SMOLDERING ASHES in Kindle Unlimited.If you buy your ebooks on Barnes & Nobel, iBooks, or Kobo, use the links below to grab your copy while you can!iBooks|Barnes & Nobel|KoboAmazon US|Amazon UK|Amazon CA|Amazon AU
January 24, 2017
New Release Announcement! Smoldering Ashes is LIVE!
It's here! SMOLDERING ASHES is LIVE!
I LOVE release day, and Nicola & Kyle (or as I call them Shortcake & Sasquatch) are one of my absolute favorite couples. I am ridiculously excited to bring them to you. I hope you love them as much as I do!
Kyle Brennan needs a break.
After scouring the earth for his mate, he finally found her in the least convenient place possible. Then she was ripped away from him by forces neither of them could control. But the woman who came back to him isn’t the one who left. Kyle doesn’t know this woman, and he’s not so sure he wants to.
Nicola Miller has a big problem.
She can’t remember a single second of her life before she woke up in a hospital bed in Knoxville, Tennessee. Not just that, but she has a huge, hulking man in her hospital room claiming to be her husband – a man she obviously doesn’t remember – who looks at her as if she’ll strike like a snake at any given moment. She’s not sure how things could get any worse.
But the last shards of Nicola’s life are about to be burned to the ground. Because someone has to pay for the sins of the past, and she's wearing the face of the woman who committed them.
It looks like the last of their luck has just run out.
Special Release price of Smoldering Ashes: Book 4 in The Ashes to Ashes Series. Get the book for 99 pennies before the sale ends on Jan 27 and save 66%!
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Check out what people are saying about SMOLDERING ASHES!
"Total thrill ride. I loved every second of this book... The world that his author has created pulls you in like a magnet. The mechanics of it - the way this world works -is endlessly fascinating."- Emily, GoodReads Reviewer
"I love the series, I love these characters and I'm totally #TeamRhys but.... Kyle stole a part of my heart. The SOB is full of surprises... dude has a heart of pure and holy gold."- Paging Through the Days Book Blog
"Annie never disappoints. Her writing draws you into the magical world she's created within her brilliant mind. Smoldering Ashes is nothing short of amazing! "- Angela, Goodreads Reviewer
"She creates such magical worlds that make you believe people like Nicola and Evangeline and Kyle and the whole group could exist living amongst us daily."- Cranky - The Book Curmudgeon
"Whatever your favorite genre of book, you will love Smoldering Ashes. This Author was new to me but I immediately went in and bought the first 3 books in this series. I can't wait to read them and can't wait for #5."- Yvonne, Goodreads Reviewer
Make sure you pick up your copy before Friday, when the price goes up to $2.99!
