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August 20, 2015
Elfin Blood Release Day Blitz @GracenMiller
RELEASESAugust 20th, 2015
Scorned by her own kind for her mixed-breed elf status, Julija lives a lonely existence as an outcast among her Ivory elf kin. When a magical book in elfin lore is stolen, she’s directed by her King to retrieve the book. Little of the heist goes as planned, and nothing about the vampire is as it appears.
Landau is fascinated by the elf stalking him and baffled by the hunger she elicits from him after ten thousand years of celibacy. Discovering she’s a pawn in a dangerous game orchestrated by none other than his reviled enemy, he’s determined to thwart their plans to pilfer the Book from his control.
When truths are revealed, Julija and Landau must decide if what the heart desires is more important than bloodlines.
“Hello, darling,” Landau drawled, drawing Julija’s attention.His little stalker merely glared at him. Landau leaned an elbow on the table, blocking her view of her male friend. Her gaze grew frostier.“Careful, careful.” He waved a finger at her and dropped his voice to his most charming tone. “You don’t want to give me frostbite.”She looked at her companion, and Landau thought he saw irony in her eyes. He smiled before canting his head around to take stock of her friend. The man stared straight at him with a tight, knowing smile.Landau stumbled back a step. Realizing he’d reacted, he planted his feet and cooled his rising temper. “To what do I owe the honor of the Ivory King’s presence in my city?”“Ivory what?” Julija echoed in feigned disbelief, but the slight widening of her eyes suggested he’d shocked her with his knowledge.“Save it, love,” he said with a killing glance, mocking her lie. “And why are you stalking me?”“Oh, do beg off.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stalking you.”“You—”The highborn elf cut Landau off with, “Your life’s in danger.”“What?” Landau narrowed his eyes on the royal cretin. “Am I supposed to believe you’re here to protect me?”The very idea is ludicrous!The snot inclined his head.Landau scoffed. “Bulletin! I’m a vampire.”“Save it, love,” Julija shot back at him.Landau whipped his head about and raised his eyebrows. Her sarcasm almost jerked a laugh out of him, but he managed to cage it at the last moment. The grin twitching at his lips had no hope of being totally eradicated.She gave him a tight smile. “Call yourself whatever you like, you’re still a Crimson elf.”“Yeah.” He flashed his incisors at her for no other purpose than to taunt her. Their races weren’t on friendly terms. She had her Ivory King to thank for that. “That didn’t seem to matter when the rest of you fucking elves decided to eradicate us. Don’t expect me to believe you suddenly care.”“We allowed your race to survive.” The sardonic comment came from her snotty friend.“So you have.” Pompous bastard probably thought he could’ve killed Landau. Alberic was a threat to Landau’s children. Landau raked his gaze over the elf-man. “I believe I recall you from another time.”Before Landau became a vampire at Chaos’ whim, he’d known the Ivory King well, and this elf wasn’t the true blood King.The elf cocked his head to the side, as if waiting further comment or assessing if Landau would out their former relationship to Julija.“Do you like what you see?” Landau turned his attention to Julija instead of elaborating, snubbing the royal elf.Julija sputtered. “I b-beg your… um… pardon?”“You were studying me.”“No.” She sniffed and scrunched her nose as if his scent offended her. “I wasn’t.”The situation amused him, and he called her bluff with a knowing grin. Intrigued, he watched her eyes focus on his fangs a moment before she licked her lips. His cock responded with a twitch. A fascinating reaction since he’d been impotent for ten thousand years. Being aroused by an Ivory elf—an enemy—was damn inconvenient.“Would you care to dance?” Landau surprised himself with the request.She flicked a nervous glance in the direction of the man-elf. She swallowed hard and flattened her tone, “I don’t dance.”“Good.” Landau clamped his fingers around her wrist and yanked her to her feet. She squawked like any human would and stumbled to catch her footing. “I’ll have the pleasure of teaching you the moves I prefer.”“What part of ‘I don’t dance’ don’t you get, vampire?” Angry, she fairly spat the word vampire. Her eyes gleamed and turned him on as did the fury smoking her voice. “How about the part where I don’t give a damn?”
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. Gracen writes is multiple genres—paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at www.gracen-miller.com.
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Scorned by her own kind for her mixed-breed elf status, Julija lives a lonely existence as an outcast among her Ivory elf kin. When a magical book in elfin lore is stolen, she’s directed by her King to retrieve the book. Little of the heist goes as planned, and nothing about the vampire is as it appears.
Landau is fascinated by the elf stalking him and baffled by the hunger she elicits from him after ten thousand years of celibacy. Discovering she’s a pawn in a dangerous game orchestrated by none other than his reviled enemy, he’s determined to thwart their plans to pilfer the Book from his control.
When truths are revealed, Julija and Landau must decide if what the heart desires is more important than bloodlines.


“Hello, darling,” Landau drawled, drawing Julija’s attention.His little stalker merely glared at him. Landau leaned an elbow on the table, blocking her view of her male friend. Her gaze grew frostier.“Careful, careful.” He waved a finger at her and dropped his voice to his most charming tone. “You don’t want to give me frostbite.”She looked at her companion, and Landau thought he saw irony in her eyes. He smiled before canting his head around to take stock of her friend. The man stared straight at him with a tight, knowing smile.Landau stumbled back a step. Realizing he’d reacted, he planted his feet and cooled his rising temper. “To what do I owe the honor of the Ivory King’s presence in my city?”“Ivory what?” Julija echoed in feigned disbelief, but the slight widening of her eyes suggested he’d shocked her with his knowledge.“Save it, love,” he said with a killing glance, mocking her lie. “And why are you stalking me?”“Oh, do beg off.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stalking you.”“You—”The highborn elf cut Landau off with, “Your life’s in danger.”“What?” Landau narrowed his eyes on the royal cretin. “Am I supposed to believe you’re here to protect me?”The very idea is ludicrous!The snot inclined his head.Landau scoffed. “Bulletin! I’m a vampire.”“Save it, love,” Julija shot back at him.Landau whipped his head about and raised his eyebrows. Her sarcasm almost jerked a laugh out of him, but he managed to cage it at the last moment. The grin twitching at his lips had no hope of being totally eradicated.She gave him a tight smile. “Call yourself whatever you like, you’re still a Crimson elf.”“Yeah.” He flashed his incisors at her for no other purpose than to taunt her. Their races weren’t on friendly terms. She had her Ivory King to thank for that. “That didn’t seem to matter when the rest of you fucking elves decided to eradicate us. Don’t expect me to believe you suddenly care.”“We allowed your race to survive.” The sardonic comment came from her snotty friend.“So you have.” Pompous bastard probably thought he could’ve killed Landau. Alberic was a threat to Landau’s children. Landau raked his gaze over the elf-man. “I believe I recall you from another time.”Before Landau became a vampire at Chaos’ whim, he’d known the Ivory King well, and this elf wasn’t the true blood King.The elf cocked his head to the side, as if waiting further comment or assessing if Landau would out their former relationship to Julija.“Do you like what you see?” Landau turned his attention to Julija instead of elaborating, snubbing the royal elf.Julija sputtered. “I b-beg your… um… pardon?”“You were studying me.”“No.” She sniffed and scrunched her nose as if his scent offended her. “I wasn’t.”The situation amused him, and he called her bluff with a knowing grin. Intrigued, he watched her eyes focus on his fangs a moment before she licked her lips. His cock responded with a twitch. A fascinating reaction since he’d been impotent for ten thousand years. Being aroused by an Ivory elf—an enemy—was damn inconvenient.“Would you care to dance?” Landau surprised himself with the request.She flicked a nervous glance in the direction of the man-elf. She swallowed hard and flattened her tone, “I don’t dance.”“Good.” Landau clamped his fingers around her wrist and yanked her to her feet. She squawked like any human would and stumbled to catch her footing. “I’ll have the pleasure of teaching you the moves I prefer.”“What part of ‘I don’t dance’ don’t you get, vampire?” Angry, she fairly spat the word vampire. Her eyes gleamed and turned him on as did the fury smoking her voice. “How about the part where I don’t give a damn?”





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Published on August 20, 2015 00:00
August 15, 2015
Rough Submission Cover Reveal @DawnWhite9 @PaigeMatthews_3

Autumn
I wasn’t looking for love. No, I had made a decision – one to help those that needed it; to try and save a life. I thought joining the pen pal program would be something to keep me distracted while I adjusted to my new life. I never thought I’d fall in love with a soldier…
Brock
I wasn’t looking for love. I had everything I needed; my platoon, my career, my focus. When it came to women, I got what I needed when I needed it- nothing more, nothing less. Until I received that first letter. She changed that, but as I walk down the aisle she still doesn’t know the secret I keep hidden. I never thought I’d fall in love with an angel. How can I bring her into my world?
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About the Authors
Paige Matthews grew up in a small town in Western Connecticut. After receiving a BA and MA in Literature and writing, Paige began to focus on writing her own style of fiction. Paige focuses on the emotional aspects of the D/s relationship and writes primarily BDSM fiction. In 2015, Paige signed with Raven's Seduction Press.When Paige is not writing, or working her full time job, she can be found watching hockey, reading and enjoying time with her family. Paige currently lives in Western CT with her husband, two children and dog.
Dawn White resides in Southern WV with her husband and three daughters. She has always been an avid reader and seems to live a busy life as a wife and mother. One thing that keeps Dawn sane is her writing. She will always strive to give you the best of her busy mind.
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August 5, 2015
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Published on August 05, 2015 23:00
July 30, 2015
The Aqua Lie Release Day Blitz @LLHunterbooks





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Published on July 30, 2015 23:00
July 28, 2015
Ding Dong! Is She Dead? Book Blitz @alathiamg








Published on July 28, 2015 23:30
@Rayna_Vause #DemonOfMine #CoverReveal #HellIncSeries

Demon of Mineby Rayna Vause
Blurb:
Climbing the corporate ladder can be hell….
As a Collections Demon, Zavier grants his “clients” one wish in exchange for their souls. His job sucks, but once you make a deal with Corporate South, they own you. The trouble is, Zavier’s not a very good Collections Demon, with his tendencies to spurn authority and find loopholes to help deserving clients out of their contracts. He’s under scrutiny from the head of his department, who would quite literally like to see him burn. He just needs to close a simple deal to get upper management off his back. Instead, he meets Ryan.
Ryan is desperately searching for a way to save his dying sister. He doesn't believe in magic and demons, but he’s out of options. Zavier’s not what he expects in a demon, and even more unexpected is the strong sense of familiarity—very intimate familiarity.
While trying to free Ryan from his contract, Zavier discovers secrets unscrupulous even by South standards. Exposing them could cost Zavier everything, but it might be Ryan’s only hope.

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Release Date: August 28, 2015
Excerpt
“What person in their right mind would text a random stranger and tell him to come to the middle of a field in farm country?” Zavier rolled his eyes.“I don’t know. People do stupid things just for shits and giggles all the time.” The man shrugged, pulling his jacket tighter around him.“For that matter, what idiot follows those instructions unless they have a damn good reason?”Again the man simply shrugged, then stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Look, I don’t think it’s unreasonable for me to ask for proof that you are who you say you are and that you’re actually capable of doing the things that book said you could do.”Zavier paused for a moment, considering, impressed by his guts. Most took his abilities on faith, hope, and a bit of greed. Instead of turning on the intimidation as he usually did in an effort to keep these encounters short, he decided to oblige. He balled his fist and squeezed. When he opened his hand, an orb of electricity danced in his palm. The man gaped and stumbled back a step. After a moment, his expression changed from fear to fascination. He stepped closer to Zavier in an attempt to get a better look.“Can I touch it?” The man inched his hand closer to the tiny lightning flashes that danced across Zavier’s hand.“Only if you’re in the mood to be electrocuted.”The man jerked his hand back, tucking it under his arm.Zavier stifled a laugh, then turned down the intensity until the ball dissipated and all that remained were strings of power arcing between his fingers like a Tesla ball. “Here, touch my hand now.”The man hesitated, then reached out and placed his palm over Zavier’s. “Wow. That’s awesome.” Leaving his hand there, seeming to enjoy the light tingle Zavier’s abilities had generated, the man laughed a warm sound that rolled through Zavier.Zavier took a moment to study the hand touching his. He had long, slim fingers, like those of a pianist and soft, yet slightly calloused palms. The man’s jacket hid his arms, but the opening revealed a form-fitting white T-shirt molded to a rather impressive set of abs and a broad, muscular chest. Very nice. Oh yeah, a night or two with this guy could definitely improve his mood. Call him shallow, but he couldn't help but admire a well-toned body.Tearing his focus from the guy’s pecs, he scanned upward to take his first good look at the man’s face. Strong chin, lips made for kissing, and long, dark lashes that shielded the man’s eyes. Zavier wanted to see those eyes.“Convinced?” He spoke a little louder than necessary in an attempt draw the man’s attention.The man’s head jerked up. When their gazes met, Zavier froze. The world stopped spinning as he stared into gorgeous, green eyes. Something about them tugged at his memory, causing a tingle at the base of his skull. Zavier shifted his attention to study the rest of the face before him. He clasped the man’s wrist, preventing him from backing away.Think dammit, think. You know this face. Vague irritation churned inside of him at his inability to remember. Sometimes the rules and regs of demon life sucked, especially the “Swiss cheese memory” policy.“Hey. Are you okay?”Zavier’s attention turned back to his potential client, when both the words and the tugging on his arm finally registered.“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.” He released the man, who took a step back. “So, let’s get on with this.” Zavier stared at the ground as he stepped back, needing to regroup. Nothing about this assignment was going as expected.“Uh, sure. H-how do we do this? Do I need to say some type of special incantation? Offer up more blood?”
“No, just tell me what you want. This is demonology 2.0, the upgraded edition. We've phased out a lot of that old school, bodily fluids stuff.”
About The Author

When Rayna isn't busy make up stories, she’s likely indulging her love of video games. Why? Because playing through the action, adventure, and romance in a role playing game is as good as reading a romance novel and is sometimes great inspiration for her writing. She’s a martial artist having studied American Kenpo Karate. She is also a Disney fanatic of epic proportions.
Rayna is a member of RWA, RRW, and a founding member of Liberty States Fiction Writers. She lives in southern NJ, just a bit outside of Philadelphia and shares a home with a cat who thinks she’s royalty.
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Published on July 28, 2015 23:00
July 15, 2015
The Dating Misfortunes of Paige Turner Book Blitz @SMKnowles1


Each book in the Circle of Friends series is a standalone


S.M. Knowles wanted to keep her S.M. name separate for her YA Books. Aubrey Kendall is for anything that is not YA or not meant for children to read. She graduated with her Master’s degree in Adult Education and Training in 2012 and is now looking at pursuing her doctoral program. She has been writing since the age of nine, but didn’t pursue publishing until 2013. She lives in Phoenix Arizona with her two daughters and husband.Author Links: Author reads the first chapter to you! Here: https://youtu.be/RSkModb-VNMwww.facebook.com/smknowles1 -www.facebook.com/smknowles01 -https://twitter.com/SMKnowles1 -https://www.pinterest.com/smknowles1http://smknowles.tumblr.com/http://amzn.to/1NxvlkD
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Published on July 15, 2015 09:57
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