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August 25, 2013
Book Blitz and Giveaway: Cursed Ever After Ever After Series Prequel by A.C. James
Cursed Ever After
Ever After Series Prequel
A.C. James
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Wandering Impulse Press
ISBN: 978-061584909
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Number of pages: 60
Word Count: Approximately 13K
Cover Artist: A.C. James
Book Description:
Ruler – [Arie]
Arie is having a bad night but what else is new? When vampires deal with demons nothing less can be expected. He heads to the Hellfire Club to report back to his sexy boss, Tessa Green, anticipating that she’ll be less than satisfied with the details of his night. Instead he finds a hot new hire waiting in her office. Alone in the office, she offers him an intriguing opportunity to improvise.
This quick, dirty read contains profanity, voyeurism, DIY BDSM, M/F and F/F situations. Not for the faint of heart and intended for audiences over the age of 18.
“Rich and dark, a supernatural and sensual delight of erotic passion.” —Kathy Kulig, Ellora's Cave Award Winning Author
Bound – [Luna]
Luna is always tied up in difficult situations. Obsessed with someone she can never have. From the moment Luna first met Victoria, she knew she was different—hot, dangerous, and unlike anyone she’s ever known. Luna can't stop thinking about her. Can't stop fantasizing about her. Can't stop craving the one thing she knows she can never have. The one she wants—the vampire she wants abstains from blood and sex.
To distract her from her obsession, Luna begs Tessa to find an appropriate diversion. Bound and gagged in her dungeon at the Hellfire Club (HFC), Luna gets an unexpected visit from a sibling that leaves her feeling conflicted and heartbroken. Arie steps in when Luna is vulnerable. Is there more to this hot alpha vamp than his hard-ass facade?
This M/F erotic story contains profanity, sex, & DIY BDSM and is intended for audiences over the age of 18.
Burned – [Victoria]
Victoria has a sordid past and this macabre tale is woven with lies, blood, betrayal, and vengeance. In the far north of France in the 1700s she took care of a young girl and her ailing mother. She never planned on falling for Henri in the process—except she fell in love with the wrong man. She fell in love with a monster. Sometimes evil hits too close to home. And when you trust the wrong person you might just get burned.
Chained – [Tessa]
Tessa Green is the most famous dominatrix in Chicago and rules the notorious Hellfire Club. She also happens to be a vampire. And the senator is just another toy for her amusement. Sometimes the power and authority that comes with leadership can be a strain. He relishes her dominance, her demands, and her control. Sometimes being free happens only when chained and who better to keep his secret than Tessa.
This M/F erotic story contains profanity & BDSM and is intended for audiences over the age of 18.
Preface
As a special bonus this short story collection also contains the preface for the beginning of a series with Arie, Luna, Victoria, and of course Tessa. Eternal Ever After is the Gothic Cinderella story of 22-year-old Holly Ellis, a barista, who meets her unwilling prince charming. Arie, our prince, is an ancient vampire and Chief Justice of the Council of Sanguis. He serves the notorious Tessa Green. She's the dominatrix queen of Chicago's underground Hellfire Club. The unlikely pair entangle when a powerful force threatens Holly’s life and compromises exposing their world.
Short Excerpt
From Ruler
Outside the club gunfire erupted. It was probably just a gang shooting. But the cops didn’t give a rat’s ass. This part of the city was like a third-world country at war but as long as it didn’t interfere with business, we wouldn’t get involved. The Hellfire Club was situated on the South Side of Chicago. It operated as a Goth club downstairs and an underground sex club on one of the upper levels. In a world where the supernatural commingled with humans largely unbeknownst to humankind, the club provided a perfect cover. Of course, our high-class clientele and the few humans on our staff knew about our kind.
I inhaled deeply and prayed for patience. Tessa wasn’t going to like the price increase the med tech at the blood bank required to keep us in supply. What was I supposed to do? The half-demon masquerading as a human had stood there with that twisted-as-fuck-smile and when I tried to dazzle him, he seemed completely immune to my tactics. I’d come here to report back to Tessa and it wasn’t likely she’d let this one go.
Muttering obscenities, I walked across the black marble and Luna looked up from her post behind the bar.
“Arie…”
“Not now Luna.”
She pursed her lips but didn’t respond to my mercurial mood. It was probably for the best under the circumstances. Throw in any of my primal instincts—sex, violence, blood-hunger—into the mix, and it would turn ugly for her. If not for this business with the blood bank, I’d screw her despite my preference for human partners. But for her I’d make an exception.
Luna had pale, luminous skin that almost matched my own and a stream of silvery beams trailed behind her. Even her hair, including her eye lashes sparkled silver. Usually she batted her eyes at me appreciatively but at the moment she just looked disgusted and I didn’t have time to deal with a pissed off faerie.
The elevator button lit up when I pressed it and after a few moments the door slid open. I took the elevator to the third floor and made my way down the dimly lit hallway to Tessa’s office. Someone was having sex in the building. At any given time someone was screwing in the club but as I walked, the scent of arousal grew stronger, making my body tighten and my balls throb. Damnit, resistance was growing increasingly hard and painful, as my dick was at this moment.
I brushed past the stony faced guard outside Tessa’s office. He was bigger than me, nearly as tall, and his short blond hair stood in spikes. Growling, I brought my fist up when he grabbed me with a muscled arm bearing a tribal tattoo that ran its length. My fist made contact with his jaw and he let out a curse.
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Book Blitz: Linked, Linked Series Book One by Judy Serrano
Linked
Linked Series Book One
Judy Serrano
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Date of Publication: July 18th, 2013
Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 81,403
Cover Artist: Danielle Barnard
Book Description:
Daphne Foster is a substitute teacher stuck in an English class, waiting for that dreaded parent-teacher conference. With much preparation and anxiety, she encounters the unforgettable Charlie Cross. His charm and good looks, win her over but rumors of his involvement with organized crime make his continued disappearances disturbing.
In walks Heathcliff Vanderpool, creating a love triangle of unusual sorts. Unknown to Daphne, Heathcliff and Charlie are old friends: Older than she could have imagined. With Charlie away on business, Daphne and Heathcliff discover a passion between them lying beneath the surface. As their souls link, pulling away from Charlie becomes next to impossible. Will his involvement in organized crime consume them both before she’s able to get free? When you become “linked,” the choice may not be your own.
Excerpt:
“Mr. Cross,” I started, leaning into him so that no one else could hear me. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s nice to see you too, Miss Foster.”
“I think we’re passed the formalities now, don’t you?” I asked.
“Daphne, then.” My name played so softly on his lips that I shuddered, and embarrassingly so. He smiled. “Then you must call me Charlie.” He kissed the backs of my hands. “I see I already have a positive effect on you.”
“Don’t read too much into it,” I told him. “It’s just a chill.”
“Or maybe a warm sensation,” he whispered, putting his finger on my face and tracing it down to my lips. I swallowed hard and I know my face was yet again bright red.
I looked over at Janice who was having a pleasant conversation with his brother. Then I looked back at him. “Does your wife know you frequent schools to pick up teachers?” I asked.
“You mean substitute teachers,” he answered. I stuck my tongue out at him. “I like when you do that.”
“Stop it,” I whispered harshly. “Look. I’m sure I’m not the type of woman that you’re used to. Especially since I know first hand that you’re married, and I think I already mentioned that I don’t date married men.”
The waitress showed up with four shots of tequila. I looked at him in amazement. “Really?” I asked.
“Come on, Daphne, let go a little,” Janice added, shining like a brand new diamond.
We downed the shots and Charlie got a little too close. “I find you irresistible, Daphne.” He leaned in so that he was almost whispering in my ear. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I must have you.” He took my hand and brought it to his cheek.
“What is it that you do, Mr. Cross?” I asked.
“I thought we were past formalities.”
“Charlie,” I corrected. “Sorry. What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a businessman,” he answered. “Acquisitions are my specialty.”
“And what exactly do you acquire?” I asked. “And please do not say women.”
“I do not buy and sell women,” he answered, his voice getting suddenly harsh. “But when I see something I want, I go after it until it yields to me.”
I pulled my hand away from his face and looked at him. He was most unsettling. “You think I’m just going to fall right into your arms, don’t you, Charlie.”
“Not into my arms, necessarily,” he answered. “but certainly into my bed.”
Judy Serrano graduated from Texas A&M University, Commerce with a BA in English. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Dallas Area Romance Authors.
She is a substitute teacher at the local school district and writes for various on-line publications. She is the author of Easter's Lilly, Brother Number Three, Relatively Close and Memoirs of a Mobster, which are romantic thrillers and part of The Easter’s Lilly Series.
Judy currently resides in Texas with her husband, four children (all boys) and five dogs. She is also a singer/songwriter in her spare time.
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August 24, 2013
Birthday Bash: D.T Dyllin
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Dragonfairy Store | GoodreadsBook one of the P.J. Stone Gates TrilogyNew Adult Paranormal Romance
299 pages
by D.T. Dyllin
For P.J. Stone, being a “Seer” who has never seen anything is less than fun. And P.J. isn’t known for her patience. To make matters worse, she must choose a suitable mate to continue the Seer bloodline. Duty always comes before her heart…at least that’s what her parents taught her. When she finds herself wanting someone who is considered off-limits, P.J. is forced to question everything she believes. As if navigating her love life isn’t complicated enough, P.J. finally receives a vision—of a threat to her world that only she can perceive. But no one will believe a fledgling Seer’s warnings. With nowhere else to turn, she may decide to trust a stranger with her life, her world, and maybe even her heart.
Amazon | Dragonfairy Store | GoodreadsBook two of the P.J. Stone Gates TrilogyNew Adult Paranormal Romance 241 pagesby
D.T. Dyllin
P.J. Stone is a Seer who saw too little, too late. In the past, her biggest worries were boys and school—but war has a way of changing things. Now, the alien Riders are trying to overrun the world. As the last of their kind, P.J. and her friends must find a way to save humanity before there’s nothing left to save. After choosing a mate, P.J. hoped she'd have time to enjoy her love life. But with everything changing so quickly and major secrets revealed, who knows what the future will bring?
Amazon | Dragonfairy Store | GoodreadsBook one of the Death TrilogyErotic Paranormal Romance
307 pages
by D.T. Dyllin
Samantha Bevans is having the best sex of her life—but it's not with her husband. Fortunately for her marriage, the affair is all in her mind. Isn't it? As an empath, she senses other people's emotions. But her connection to the man with the the chiseled face and haunting eyes seems so real. There's no time for fantasies with a serial killer loose in Pittsburgh. The killer is targeting dancers at a strip club where Samantha used to bartend, back when drugs were the only cure for the torment of her abilities. As a member of a special task force, Samantha uses her talents to sense the victims’ final thoughts. Just when she thought the case was complex enough, she discovers one of the victims was thinking about her fantasy man when she died. Who can Samantha trust when she can’t trust her own mind? An empath feels the emotional environment around her…and Samantha is surrounded by death
About the Author
Cynical-Optimist. Chocolate-holic. Sarcasm Addict. Paranormal Believer. Self-Imposed Insomniac. Sci-Fi Geek. Animal Lover. Writer…are just a few words to describe D.T. Dyllin. She was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two very spoiled GSDs.
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Book Blitz and Giveaway : Immortal Heart by Inger Iversen
Book Info- Title-Immortal Heart
Series-Few Are Angels Book # 3 (Prequel)
By-Inger Iversen
Expected Publication Date- September 28th, 2013
Genre-New Adult/Mature YA-*Contains sexual content*
Blurb-
More than a century after the tragedy of Hélène's death and before Ella found Kale bruised and broken on her doorstep, Kale moved through the world in a haze of personal punishment allowing it to consume him. Until his friend, Detective Deacon, a newly infected Chorý calls on him for a favor.
In this prequel to the Few Are Angels series, Kale is thrown into a world of human blood trafficking and is introduced to a Chorý that offers him a chance at happiness— in blood.
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Excerpt -
Otis entered the room and sat down beside him. “Why you looking at the money like that? Isn’t it enough?“It’s enough.” Hunter snatched the money off of the table. Placing it in his pocket, he looked over to the door that led to Tony’s office. “What went on in there?” he asked.Otis shrugged. “Talking about packing up shop and taking this dog and pony show further north.”Hunter looked at Otis, shocked. Why was Tony thinking of leaving Arcata? And where would they go? Business was good. All he had to do was start taking girls from another state, and HQ could remain here.Was it his fault the boss wanted to leave? That detective did come to his house, question him, and promise to return. No one else in the group had been questioned. “He can’t stay here and send us up north?”Otis turned around to face him. “Kid, are you insane?”Hunter snarled at the man for calling him kid, and Otis chuckled.“Cute.” Otis leaned back in the chair and propped his feet up. “We’ve filled the order for Hickston, and now that the detective was at your place asking about one of the girls we have, we can’t risk staying much longer.” He shrugged and pulled an envelope from his pocket.“When’s he leaving?” Hunter stood and went to the window. It was dark as hell out, but he could still see the beach and sparkling waves from where he stood.“A week, after the merchandise is gone.”“That soon?” Hunter glanced back at Otis, who was counting his money. When he was done—evidently satisfied with the amount—he placed the money back in the envelope and looked back up at Hunter.“It’s a week longer than he wants to stay, but it’s not easy getting nine stolen girls on a plane,” Otis murmured. “It was easy to get them here, but now that they are considered missing, we have to be extra careful in transporting them.” Otis put his money back in his pocket.“That girl.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “The one with the pretty eyes, who smells like cherries and vanilla,”“What about her?” Hunter asked. His mind was still on the move that Tony had planned but hadn’t told him about. Was the boss planning on leaving him, or was Otis supposed to tell him about it?“I want her.” Hunter turned to Otis and frowned. What did he want with some kid? Yeah, she was pretty, but was she worth the problems she could create for them?“She’s probably not worth the trouble,” Hunter muttered.Otis’s husky chuckle vibrated around the room. The look in his eyes told Hunter that he disagreed and was definitely going to pursue the girl.“Now, that’s where you’re wrong.” Otis stood and stretched. He ran his hands through his blond hair and put his hand over his heart. “I love a challenge. Makes the blood taste so much sweeter. Plus, I consider her a loose end, and since we’ve filled our order…” He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “She is fair game, and I call dibs.”He smiled so widely that Hunter shook his head and shrugged.“One girl can’t be that exciting, Otis.” Hunter wasn’t interested in the girl at all. He’d gotten his fill of blood from Tony.Otis patted his pocket in search for his cigarettes. “I can imagine my fangs sinking into her soft flesh, the gasps of pain and pleasure from my bite, the way she’d either fight or fall into my arms.” He groaned at the thought. “I’ve been so busy collecting girls that I haven’t had the chance to choose a girl to my own liking.”Hunter shrugged. He still didn’t believe that the girl was worth it. Otis could feel that way for any human he fed on. Why did it have to be this girl?“Hunter.” Otis strolled over to him. “You are still a kid, new to the Chorý world. You’ve never had to hunt for your food; it is always readily available to you through Tony and girls that don’t mind being food. The thrill of the hunt is riveting, and once you experience it, you’ll never give it up.“Whatever.” Hunter pulled his gaze from his partner and back to the surf. “This move to the north, did it include me?” he asked, getting back to the conversation he really wanted to have.Otis leaned against the window, entering Hunter’s personal space. He pulled a clove-laced cigarette from the pack and lit it.“Is that what you’re worried about, baby brother?” Otis smiled, flashing his fangs. Laughter creased his face. “Being left behind? Well, let me ease your mind; if you weren’t coming with, you would have never known that we were leaving.”He took a puff of the cigarette and blew it over Hunter’s head. “I have an idea. I’m going to take you on a hunt with me. I’d like to check out where my girl lives.” Otis pushed away from the window and grabbed his keys from the table.His long legs and powerful gait had him at the door in seconds, leaving Hunter to jog across the office to meet him at the door. “How are you going to find out where she lives?”Otis chortled again. They exited the building, but instead of heading to Otis’s car they headed in the direction of the detention center where they had stored the merchandise.
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August 23, 2013
Book Blitz: Little Red Believe Series, Book One by Trista Jaszczak
Little Red
Believe Series, Book One
Trista Jaszczak
Genre: romance/fantasy
Publisher: Front Porch Romance
eBook released June 18, 2013 and paperback fall 2013
ASIN: B00DHRYKDG
Number of pages: 207 estimated eBook
Word Count: 62,921
Cover Artist: Charisma Knight: Designs by Charisma
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Book Description:
Follow Sam Wentworth through the winding back roads of Louisiana, on a desperate escape from her past, where she falls into the arms of the unlikely and sometimes unwilling hero, Ethan Parker.
When circumstances and fate seal the two together, entangling them with his six older brothers, Sam finds her life changing in ways that she never imagined. Filled with feuding families and a little old bayou magic, can Ethan put aside everything he has ever known to keep Sam safe from the dangers that their lives and their love possess.
CHAPTER One
Red
This is it. This has to be it! My entire life has been spent with someone holding me back. Always
holding my life in their hands and controlling my every move. Not now, not anymore. I’m taking my
life in my own hands. This is my new beginning, my long awaited, well-deserved fresh start.
I kick back a little more on the throttle of my motorcycle as the wind whips into my helmet and
leather jacket. It’s not quite the January weather I’m used to. The weather is milder and the wind is
much warmer down here in Louisiana. It’s nice and kind of comforting. My surroundings have
completely changed. I’m miles away from Kentucky. I take a quick peek around. The road has been
quiet for a few hours. It’s nearing dark. This also means I risk bigger animals coming out. Surely, they
have deer down here in Louisiana. I’ll have to find a place to lay my head anyways.
I’ve been riding for hours. It becomes uncomfortable on a motorcycle and I have to be nearing the
end of this tank of gas. Not to mention, my ass just so happens to be killing me. I peer at a few road
signs and see the few upcoming towns, nothing more than a local diner or two and a handful of gas
stations. Not even your typical cheap motel. I really am in the middle of nowhere. The tent in my
saddlebags will certainly come in handy tonight. At least, it’ll do until morning. Another 20 miles until
the next town, that doesn’t seem bad if I keep my 75 mile an hour pace. I relax and begin to look
forward to a peaceful night’s sleep. Until the loud sputtering from my motorcycle jolts me back to full
awareness.
“Son-of-a-bitch!” I cry out from underneath my helmet. I’d misjudged my mileage and with no gas gauge, I had no way of telling when I’d run out of gas. I’m luckily able to roll my bike to a slow and
steady stop off on the shoulder of the road. I shake my head, wanting to give myself a good hard kick
for not being more careful. I glance around as I hop off. Figures, I am surrounded by nothing but woods
and my guess, swamps and nearly 20 miles away from any town. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind
when I said I would make use of the tent in my saddlebags. I let out an exasperated sigh as I undo the
chinstrap to my helmet, yanking it off my head and let my hair fall around my shoulders. I bite down
on my lip and contemplate. I can’t leave my bike here on the side of the road. I can’t walk 20 miles and
back just for gas with it already so dark either. I have no choice. I’ll walk my bike into the woods and
set up camp. People do this all the time, right? No big deal. It’s not like the big bad wolf will jump out
and get me. I peer into the woods. Darkness has already fallen over the trees. They stand quiet and still
as even the animals, it seems, have all gone quiet for the night. I laugh off the thought of the big bad
wolf. I guess it’s alligators I have to watch fordown here. Or, is it crocodiles? I shiver, put on a brave
face and straddle my bike once more. It’ll take all my strength to waddle it down the ditch and into the
woods over the uneven terrain. I figure a short way off the side of the road and into the woods and I
should be fine. Enough to be out of the line of traffic but not enough to get myself terribly lost. As I
wiggle the bike down the small slope I begin to exert myself on the flat but rough terrain as I push the
bike forward, throwing my petite body into it as much as I can. I grunt as I give one more strong push
forward. The bike lurches along slowly as my helmet clangs against the already scratched black paint. I
groan, aggravated with myself more than ever for letting the gas tank get bone dry.
“What in the hell are you doing?” I stop dead in my tracks. I hadn’t heard a single footstep, not even a twig. I swallow hard and throw myself off the bike, flipping out the kickstand as I do.
I turn slowly to see a rugged looking man staring hard at me. His dark washed jeans are splattered
with dirt and debris at the bottom, suggesting that he has been romping in the woods beyond. His heavy
boots are caked in a layer of thick mud that’s starting to dry in certain spots. He places his hands on his
hips, making his leather jacket open to display a well-fitted tee shirt that I can see defined chest
muscles, visible even under the moonlight. His gray eyes shine and shimmer under the light of the full
moon as they glare at me in an almost threatening way. No, not threatening. Warning me of something
and somehow worried. His brown hair is styled fairly nice, which is surprising considering the 5
o’clock shadow on his face. He’s much larger than me. Well, almost everyone is larger than me, but he
must be over 6 foot tall. Huge compared to my tiny 5’5” frame. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”
I glare at him and swallow, not quite sure of what to say. “I don’t have a choice.” I tell him, “I ran
out of gas.”
His eyes shift to my motorcycle. He lets out an almost mocking chuckle, “You ride that?”
I nod, “How else do you think I got here?” I shoot, now just feeling annoyed with him. I turn back to my bike as I kick the stand up and start on my way.
“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” He hollers.
“Good thing I’m not you,” I yell back. This time, the footsteps are unmistakable. They’re loud and
pounding on the earth. I have a sudden urge to drop my bike and run, but where? I feel his hands on the
handlebars of my bike and I feel myself sigh out of relief. I look over at him and for the first time, I
think I catch a smile.
“I can’t let you go into these woods alone.” He tells me as he helps guide the bike forward.
“And just why not?” I ask. “I’m in the middle of nowhere. I don’t have much of a choice and I’m
not staying on the side of the road.”
His gray eyes suddenly turn on me. I stop dead in my tracks and stare back. They’re bright, silvery glow almost matches the full moon. I gasp, shocked and almost frightened by their beauty. “The big bad wolf might get you, Red,” He winks. I let out an unsure chuckle. By big bad wolf, he could mean himself or an actual animal. I feel my
heart rate quicken as he shoots me another smile, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
“And, just how do I know that?” I ask, now letting him take on the full weight of the motorcycle.
He glances over at me, almost unsure himself. He stops and seems to think about something for a
moment, “You just have to trust me, Red.”
“Trust you? A man I just met in the woods.” I say, crossing my arms in front of me.
“I did just meet you in the woods,” He declares.
I think for a moment, lick my lips and give him a nod. “But, I’m half your size. You could take me out in a second,” I tell him. I snap my mouth shut realizing what I’ve just said.
He laughs. “Relax Red, you’re safe. I won’t let the big bad wolf get you,” He winks.
“Red?” I ask, finally.
He takes a moment to nod toward my red leather jacket and helmet. Both are a brighter red. I’m
stupid. I feel myself laugh for a moment as he starts pushing the bike forward again, “Where exactly do
you want this thing?” He questions.
“Just off the road, where someone passing by can’t see my bike,” I tell him.
“Someone passing by, huh,” He says, coming to a row of trees that he hides the bike behind.
“Would that someone passing by be anyone in particular?” He plops the kickstand down and stands the bike carefully. His silvery-gray eyes meet mine again.
“Just,” I pause. “Just some old ex, he’s sort of a pain in my ass.”
“Ahh,” he breathes out, “Running from the ex.”
I stop and think for a second, “Something like that.”
“That must mean you’re not from around here,” He says.
I shake my head. “Kentucky,” I mumble as I shove my hands into my pockets.
“So, Red, you have a name?” He questions.
“Samantha Wentworth,” I mumble softly. “Everyone calls me Sam.”
“Well, I’m not everyone,” he states matter-a-factly, “I’ll call you Red.”
I stare at him, almost confused for a few moments. “Just who exactly are you?”
“Ethan Parker,” He tells me. “Just call me the keeper of these woods.”
“Am I on your land?” I ask, knowing that back home a few people I know have their land stretching for miles. Some so far that they reach county roads.
He gives his head a slight shake, “Not exactly.”
“Going for a walk?” I ask, glancing again at his simple jeans, tee shirt and leather jacket.
“You could call it that.” His expression changes, he glances at me in a nearly pitiful way, as though he feels sorry for me. I quickly look down at my feet and kick a small stick out of the way. “You really should find your way into town, somewhere safe.”
“I’m not walking twenty miles just to get to some run down motel,” I say. “Besides, that’d be the
first place.” I stop myself suddenly and bite hard on my tongue. I refuse to tell him anything too
personal.
“That would be the first place he would look.” Ethan finishes suddenly.
I look up and into those gray eyes. They soften as he turns his head slightly to the side. I open my
mouth to speak but for some reason not a single sound comes out.
“I’m sorry,” He tells me. “I shouldn’t pry. It’s none of my business.” He looks me up and down,
taking me in. His eyes stop on mine and his lips curl up and into a slight smile. Finally, he releases a
soft sigh, “Well, I can’t just leave you out here alone.”
“You can’t?” I ask, taking a few steps back.
He laughs, holding up his hands, “Look, Red, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“And, just how in the hell do I know that?” I shoot as I take one more step back.
He laughs again, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck, “You just have to trust me. You remind me of someone I knew, someone that I would never hurt.”
“Your girlfriend?” I ask, now finding myself giving him the once over. His dark hair, his silvery
eyes that I now feel are beginning to glow under the fast rising full moon. His frame is built, he’s
strong. His chest muscles seem to pop from underneath his simple tee shirt. His body tenses for a brief
moment and relaxes as he shakes his head.
“I’m sorry.” Now I feel as though I’ve invaded his privacy.
“It’s okay,” He says softly. “She was my sister.”
Was, he’s speaking in past tense. I suddenly get a feeling she’s not among the living and clench my teeth, begging myself not to say another word about it. I fight through my mind for something to say. I don’t have many conversations with people, especially strangers. To my relief, he’s the first to speak.
“How long have you been riding?” He asks.
I feel my jaw relax, “About six years. This is just some old bike that I helped fix up.” I look down at it with it’s now empty gas tank. “Guess I should work harder at judging the mileage on the gas tank.” I
let out an annoyed laugh.
“What exactly was your plan once you got it here in the woods?” He questions, staring down at the two meager saddlebags.
“Camp out,” I say, wrapping my arms tightly in front of me. “My whole life is pretty much wrapped up in those two bags.”
His glittery eyes flit down to the bags again and the corners of his lips curl down into a small frown, “Seems sad to have your whole life in just those two little things.”
“Yeah, well,” I start kicking another stick, “I don’t have much.”
“No family?” He looks up at me; his eyes now take on a sad expression. The corners of them crease slightly as he blinks.
I shake my head, “It’s a long story.”
“I’m sorry.” He tells me, “I’m not trying to be.”
“Invasive? Nosey?”
He laughs. “I’m just trying to make conversation. I did just find you in the woods, alone, trying to
push a bike twice your size behind the trees.” His eyes finally meet mine, “You are in my territory.”
“I didn’t know you had a territory,” I tell him. “What are you, some dog marking his territory?”
He turns his head up and goes into a fit of laughter. “Look, you’re certainly not in your comfort
zone. You’re not from here. You’re in the woods with a complete stranger.”
“Look, I get it,” I say, “I’m in your territory, all alone in the middle of nowhere. How many times
can you say it?” I roll my eyes, now annoyed with both my bike and him.
“It’s a full moon, you know.” He says.
I look at him a little confused but finally nod in agreement.
“You look cold.” He says, “I know this place. I could take you there.”
“A place,” I begin, “In the middle of some woods?” I stare hard into him as though I can read his
thoughts. He seems sincere enough. He doesn’t have the face of a serial killer. But, then again, neither
did Ted Bundy.
“There are lots of places hidden back in the woods,” He tells me, pointing around him. “Would you believe people live in the woods out here?”
Now I just feel like he’s mocking me. “I guess I don’t have much of a choice. It’s either with you in the woods or without you in the woods. And, you at least know where you’re going.”
His eyes turn on me again and his expression changes. He seems to tense and then slowly relaxes. He gives me a silent nod.
I shake my own feeling of uneasiness. “So, that place, it’s warm?” I say, looking up at the night sky.
“I’m going to bet it gets a little colder out here at night.”
He shakes something off as he glances at the ground briefly, “Not much, but you probably will get chilly in just the leather.”
I look at my old and faded leather jacket. The red leather is soft and worn from years of use but I’ll be the first to admit, it’s not to warmest thing on Earth. “So, you lead the way?” I ask.
He quickly looks away from me and nods, “This way.” He trails quietly deeper into the woods. I
glance back at my bike and my helmet before heading after him.
“We’ll be able to find my bike again, right?” I call after him, now sprinting to keep up. He gives
me a quick nod. “Hey!” I cry out, “Since when are we in a hurry?”
He stops dead in his tracks to look up at the moon. “Can’t keep up?”
I shoot him a dirty look, “Yes, but I just figured we didn’t have to be in such a hurry.”
He turns to look at me and laughs. I can’t keep the uneasy feeling from tying a knot in my stomach.
I feel somewhat ridiculous to even trust him. I feel as though I’m breaking one of the cardinal rules of ‘stranger danger.’ Here I am following some man I don’t know into woods that I’m completely clueless about. I have got to be stupid. Not only am I going willingly but now my guide is laughing like some crazed lunatic. What in the hell is he laughing at? I find myself laughing nervously, “You know, if you’re busy, we don’t,” I stop. “You don’t have to.”
His expression changes once more to a soft, sad and sincere one, “It’s okay, I’ve got time.”
I draw in a long breath and release it slowly. His expression softens again and he shakes his head,
“Don’t worry about your bike. I know this place a little too well.”
I finally nod as he begins walking in a slower pace. I catch up to him easily this time and keep a
steady pace by his side.
“How old are you, Red?” Now I can hear a smile in his voice.
“Twenty-four,” I glance over at him, “How old are you?” He doesn’t look any more than 25 to be
honest. No fine lines, no wrinkles. Just perfectly flawless skin buried under the scruff of facial hair.
“Thirty.” He says, keeping his eyes forward.
I bury my hands in my pockets and send a breath outward, “What exactly do you do?”
“I’m a mechanic,” He tells me. “I work on cars. I have my own business for restoration,” He
explains.
“I’m not an idiot,” I tell him. “I know what a mechanic does.” I shoot, now annoyed.
He laughs, “And just what do you do?”
I peer at my feet and lick my lips, “I don’t really have a job. Not a steady one any ways. I work
where I can and save what I can.”
I see him nod from the corner of my eyes. “Do you always ride the bike everywhere?”
I give him a nod. Other than my red leather jacket, my bike is my most valued possession. It’s a
complete luxury for me, despite its age and I’m very lucky to have it in the first place. “It’s all I have.
Besides, gas is cheap.”
He finally turns his head to look at me, “What do you do in the winter?”
I stop and kick a large clump of hardening mud over my boots, “Migrate south.”
This makes him laugh again as he gives me a genuine smile, one that gives me a little pang of
excitement somewhere deep inside. I smile back, “It’s supposed to be warm down here, right?”
“Something like that.” He says, as his feet start moving. “So, how long do you plan on staying
here?”
I shrug, “As long as my ex doesn’t find me.”
“Is he that bad?” He asks.
I keep my eyes forward and give him a little nod. I suddenly feel something on my back. I peer next to me and realize his hand has gently landed on the small of my back giving me a soft pat. I fight the
urge to walk faster, to pull myself way. I swallow hard and feel my heart rate quicken. I look up and
into his gray eyes again and I can’t help but to notice that as he moves they seem to bounce light off in
the way an animal’s would. I shake out of my thoughts but can’t seem to manage to pull my eyes away
from him.
He pulls his hand away and shyly looks away, “Sorry.” He shakes his head, “I get the impression
he’s hurt you.”
“He wasn’t nice.” I say, putting a good width of distance between us.
“Sorry,” He says softly. He glances over at me again, “You just remind me a lot of her.”
“Of your sister?” I ask.
He gives me another nod and looks down. I can tell he’s struggling with something. His body tenses and relaxes a few more times. He glares at his feet and shoves his fists into his pockets.
“Sure is light out here.” I say, making a quick attempt to change the subject.
He laughs and looks up, “The full moon will do that, Red.”
I suddenly feel silly and half-stupid. “I just didn’t think it would light up the woods.” Even in total darkness, I can feel the heat beginning to rise off my cheeks.
“What. You mean to tell me you don’t go playing in the woods alone back in Kentucky, Red?” He asks.
I let out a soft chuckle, “Not exactly.”
“It’s just a little bit further.” He states as we both step over a large, fallen tree log. “It’s not too far
from your bike, like I said, and we can easily find it.”
I nod as I begin trailing behind him. If I feel a threat, I can at least put distance between us,
strategically place him in front of me to easily watch his moves. I’m smaller and may be quick enough
to, at the very least, outrun him if needed. It’s getting out of the woods in the right direction I need to
worry about if worse comes to worse. I keep my eyes forward and there in a small clearing of trees
with the bright moonlight highlighting it, is a small and run down cabin.
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August 21, 2013
Book Blitz: Remember This by Kenya Carlton
Remember This
Kenya Carlton
Genre: African American Romance
Book Description:
Ex-ballerina turned rehab designer Cece Newman competes in a reality show that could give her fledgling company the boost that it needs. Assigned a relic of a house in a renovation challenge, Cece soon becomes suspicious of the producer’s intentions. When she finds the house is one of many properties her ex-fiancé and baby daddy Brock Thorn owns, Cece is convinced that she is being set up for failure. Ready to drop the project and what’s left of her career, Cece has to find a way to ignore the handsome athlete while she navigates around his kooky family. Cece must also convince their daughter that mommy and daddy won’t be getting back together again, a job easier said than done—especially when the attraction between the two is hotter than ever.
The biggest hit Brock Thorn took on or off the field occurred when Cece Newman left him at the altar. Five years later, Brock is more determined than ever to get answers from his baby’s momma. Even in regards to joint custody of their daughter, Brock’s only form of contact with Cece is through her loving, protective sister Lily. Brock packs up his high profile life and digs his heels in at the crappy house he’s inherited—the very one Cece is set to renovate. As he dodges cameras and uninvited family members, Brock must get to the bottom of his failed romance with Cece—especially if he has any chance of getting back the life that was lost when Cece left.
About the Author:
Native of Chicago Illinois, Kenya worked in the Network operation Center for PBS and TLN television stations. Executive producer of her own production company Black R.O.K Productions Kenya produced a pilot for travel series Destination Everywhere, Independent short film Dawn shown at the Chicago Latino film Festival, and wrote and directed the documentary Our Africa. Writing titles available; Jaded, Sweet as Sin, Brazil re-issue, Devil’s Play, and Remember This.
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Book Blast: The Chasing Cross Series by Karolyn James
With ALL ACCESS, a contemporary romance series begins that explores, life, love, and music. Join the five band members of Chasing Cross as they find that there's more to life beyond the stage.
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
Jess is caught off guard when a sexy stranger buys her a cup of coffee and asks her to sit with him. He's mysterious, nice, and even though he says the right things at the right time, Jess can sense that there's something hidden about him.
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As Johnnie sits across from the beautiful woman, he can't believe she doesn't recognize him. Everyone does. It comes with the territory when you're the lead singer of one of the hottest bands in the world, Chasing Cross. With one more show to go before taking a small break in touring, it feels like luck is on Johnnie's side. That is, if he can find a way to tell Jess who he is, without scaring her off.
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After her best friend begs her to come to a concert, Jess finds herself standing in the middle of a crowd. The lights are off, music begins, and the crowd erupts in cheers. She doesn't know much about the band, but that's all about to change. When the lights come on, Jess can't believe her eyes. The lead singer of the band is the man from the café.
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Plucked from the crowd during the show, Jess makes her way backstage. The encore may have ended on stage, but the real show is just about to begin. Johnnie's passion quickly turns to romance but the more time he and Jess spend together, the more things get complicated. Johnnie has a big decision to make about himself and the band, testing his loyalty and love for the music, and when Jess's dreams start to come true, she starts to realize that true love exists, but it's not always an easy path to take.
The second book in the Brothers of Rock series is BROKEN SOUND, where lead guitarist, Davey, is faced with life changing decisions involving love, family, and as always, music.
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
Rockstars expect women to show up at their hotel room, but when a woman shows up with an infant and tells Davey he is the father, his world is turned upside down.
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Anna is a teacher and part-time waitress, desperate to make enough to pay off debts left to her by an ex-boyfriend who made her life a living hell. When her boss schedules her for an extra shift, he tells her it's her job to take care of a special guest... lead guitarist of Chasing Cross, Davey. The second Anna meets eyes with Davey, she feels something she's wanted for a long time. But with someone famous? That's impossible. Besides, Davey is there with a date.
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When Davey returns to the restaurant, sans date, he asks to see Anna. She doesn't understand what he would want with her. He is a man with a big heart, kind eyes, and the true power that only a real rockstar could have. Then Anna learns the truth of Davey's life, from his haunted past to his rocky present. Still, she longs to be part of his future. But when Anna's own past turns potentially deadly, life and love suddenly collide in a way that could hurt everyone and leave someone dead.
Book three in the Brothers of Rock series - BITTER FAREWELL
When Danny boards the private jet for his father's funeral, he knows he isn't just going back home to settle the estate.
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He is going to back to find her... the girl who loved him, the girl who understood his family problems, and the girl he left behind to chase his dream of becoming a rockstar.
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Liv Cryers is stuck in Bakersville. Literally. She came back hoping to find peace inside her empty heart, but now she's forced to care for her ailing father who doesn't remember her most days. She's tired of being forgotten. The sounds of her past seem so far away...
Excerpt from Bitter Farewell (Brothers of Rock #3):
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The strap was too long, the cloth frayed and ragged and Danny was too afraid to move it for fear of the strap completely breaking. The strings were like pieces of barbed wire; there wasn’t enough money to buy new strings... not for a ‘damn guitar’ as his father put it all the time. There wasn’t enough electricity either. Danny could plug the guitar into his amp, but he could never plug the amp in. Unless his father was working. But he’d have to get up killer early to play then...
“Dad... did you hear?”
Danny looked up from the guitar... he had to look up to from the guitar because he couldn’t play the chords without looking. Not like Johnnie. Johnnie learned how to play chords without looking. It was seriously cool.
Danny saw that his father wasn’t standing in the doorway anymore.
He had been there a second ago.
Danny put the guitar down and walked to the doorway. He heard the shower running.
‘Dad must have had a long day...’
That’s it, Danny told himself.
His father walked away a lot.
But he worked hard.
That mattered, right?
Danny looked back to the bed and knew he had about two minutes to plug the amp in and turn it on. There really wasn’t anything quite like the sound of his guitar turned on... and it certainly helped with the sting of loneliness.
“Dude, you ready?”
Danny took his eyes off the pearl diamond inlay neck on his guitar and looked up at Rick standing, twirling drumsticks.
“Yeah,” Danny whispered.
“Are you sure? You look like hell.”
“I’m good, how about you?”
Rick threw both sticks in the air and caught them without looking. He stuck them - tip down - into his front pocket. He outstretched his arms and smiled.
“I feel alive, my friend, alive.”
“Good. How’s the arm feeling?”
“Perfect.”
Rick held up his cast and tapped it. He was still weeks away from getting the cast removed at which point he could start practicing drums. Of course Rick insisted the second the cast came off he’d start playing shows. Doctors tried to explain to Rick the time it may take to get used to playing, not to mention the risk of aggravating anything in his arm, but he insisted. Johnnie had already promised Rick that once the time came to play again, he would. He’d start slow, two songs a night and add more each time.
“I still can’t believe you’re doing the show,” Rick said. “It’s... you don’t have to...”
“I do,” Danny said. He looked back to the guitar. He fingered a ‘C’ chord but didn’t strum it. He thought about being a kid, sitting on his bed, struggling to finger the chord. It was so natural now, something he could do in his sleep, without thinking.
“How are we feeling tonight?” another voice chimed in.
It was Peter’s voice.
“Ready to rock,” Danny said, knowing he sounded monotone.
“How’s the arm feeling?” Peter asked, gripping Rick’s shoulder.
“Good to go.”
“Yeah, right,” Peter said. “Dr. Beretti is pissed you told him you planned on opening the next leg of the tour playing a full set... he said if you overdo it, you’ll end up needing surgery...”
“I don’t care,” Rick said. “I’m playing.”
Peter looked at Danny. Danny just blinked. Hiding emotion was pointless at the moment.
“Danny... why don’t I get Johnnie?”
“That’s cool,” Danny said.
Peter tugged on Rick’s shirt and they both left.
Danny let out a sigh.
He hated this, right now. The moment when everyone looked at him and felt pity. Their eyes showed it, their kind voices proved it, and no matter what Danny did or said, the truth was present.
His father was dead.
Maybe it shouldn’t have hit him so hard, considering the seemingly always off relationship he had with ‘Big John’ as everyone called him. But it mattered, right? It was his father. Somewhere in Danny’s mind he believed that someday things would matter. That after this tour, he’d head home and maybe have that moment with his father. The one where his father would pull out a shoebox and show Danny he’d been collecting pictures and articles of Chasing Cross all these years...
“Little bro, what’s going on?”
Danny looked at Johnnie and swallowed. “I’m just waiting for the call... to take the stage...”
“You know, you don’t have to do this. It’s just a benefit show. It’s more about the name of the band being online and associated with the cause... and the donation we made.”
“No, I have to play this one,” Danny said. He gripped the neck of his guitar and squeezed tight.
The guitar was his life. His heart, his mind, his soul. His purpose, always and forever. From the second he heard Johnnie drum a horrible sounding ‘G’ chord, Danny knew he wanted to play guitar. It was that simple. A dream found, a dream chased, and a dream lived.
Johnnie walked into the room and shut the door. He crouched down in front of Danny, much like he did when they were kids and the house got too loud... or too violent. He took Danny’s face in his strong, brotherly hands and smiled.
“Don’t be a stubborn ass about this.”
“I’m not, Johnnie, I swear.”
As he looked into his only brother’s eyes, Danny felt his own eyes fill with tears. He swore he wouldn’t cry, not now at least, but looking at Johnnie brought it all back. And there wasn’t a single regret. Because the path they walked, as brothers on stage and brothers in life, was the best damn journey any man could have ever had.
“You know, when Peter called me last night about this show...”
“I know,” Danny said. “You told him I would hate you if you said no.”
“That’s right. I know you, brother, I know how it all works.”
“We’re flying out in the morning,” Danny said. “This is our last show for a little while.”
“I know,” Johnnie said. “Let’s give them a hell of a show...” Johnnie pointed up. “Him too.”
Danny half smiled. The relationship with their father and Johnnie was so much different than with Danny. Johnnie took everything on the chin and in stride, perhaps trying to become the real man of the house. And how could that not happen? Johnnie took care of everything and everyone. He was there to raise Danny. He was there to console their mother, Barbara, who passed away of cancer a year after Chasing Cross broke out and became huge. He changed light bulbs. He killed spiders. He did math homework, even when Danny tapped his pencil on the table, pretending he was playing drums, not giving a damn about math.
“I’m sorry about this,” Johnnie said.
Danny closed his eyes and felt tears trickle down his cheeks. “Me too. I don’t know why I’m even crying right now.”
“Danny, he was our father. Our blood. He created us... it’s okay to cry.”
“I know,” Danny whispered. “Can I... can I have a minute?”
“Sure thing.”
Johnnie leaned forward and kissed Danny’s forehead. Danny smiled as another tear fell down his cheek. He knew that life would settle and be okay, as long as he had Johnnie.
And Chasing Cross.
The end of August the fourth book will follow bassist, Chris, as he goes back in time to follow through on a promise he made when he – and Chasing Cross – were still young. And finally, the end Chasing Cross’s set of books, drummer Rick will face a decision that can – and will – change the direction of the entire band.
Karolyn James has been published over 100 times, reached bestseller lists on Amazon, and writes in both romance and erotic romance. Her two newest series are the romance hit, Brothers of Rock, and the erotic romance series, Rock Her Curves.
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August 20, 2013
Book Blitz: Envisioned Series The Elemental Prophecy Book # 1 By Nikki Narvaez
Envisioned Series- The Elemental Prophecy Book # 1 By- Nikki Narvaez Genre-New Adult /Paranormal Romance Brielle De Luca thought she was just an average girl, despite her nightly dreams of an impending apocalypse, along with a gorgeous man that pulls at her soul.
However, on the night of her 18th birthday, everything changes when she is thrown into the Elemental World, a world where she is supposedly the One that is spoken about in an ancient Prophecy; a Prophecy that states she is the key to preventing an apocalypse.
Now she must learn to control her power over the four elements, all while dealing with the love and intense passion of her bond to the man from her dreams, Jace Vasquez.
Piece of cake, right?
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About the Author-
My name is Nikki Narvaez. I was born and raised in San Antonio, TX, where I currently live with my husband, our two dogs, Bella and Oreo, and our cat, Cupcake. I have been teaching for four years, but I hope to become a full-time writer and stay at home mom one day. I am 27 years old, and have three older sisters who have blessed me with four nephews and one niece. In my free time, I love to write and play Texas Hold 'Em poker. I just released my first novel, a New Adult Fantasy/Paranormal Romance titled Envisioned. It is the first in the trilogy of The Elemental Prophecy Series. I am currently working on Book Two, titled Emblazed, as well as another Adult Paranormal Romance trilogy and a Contemporary Romance. Goodreads / Facebook / Blog
August 17, 2013
Book Spotlight and Playlist: Death Knows My Name by Casse NaRome
Book Info-
Title-Death Knows My Name
Series- The Memory Keepers Series # 1
By-Casse NaRome
Publication Date- July 17, 2013
Published By- Soul Mate Publishing
Genre-Adult Paranormal Romance
Blurb-
MAYNE ST LECLAIR has spent her adult life closed off emotionally from the world around her. She learned very early on that those who get close to her end up dead. She knows she is cursed, but what she doesn't know is why.
ECTAIN “ERIC” EDECK knows the pain he has caused Mayne but the connection is undeniable. Can Mayne get passed the hurt and fall in love or has her heart been broken too many times?
Is death playing some sort of cruel joke on Mayne St LeClair or is watching her suffer breaking Death’s heart?
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Playlist -
Your ‘get motivated’ playlist
You Just Be You - Virtue
Murda Bizness - Iggy azalea
6000 sistas - Kalenna
Rack City - Tyga
Blessing Me - Trin-Tee 5:7
Bounce Back - Stacie Orrico
Stand - Katherine McPhee and that dude from Smash
Better Day - Saving Jane
Darling, Darling, Darling - Justin Townes Earle
Stand - Donnie McClurkin
Author Bio-
Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at
www.CatholicKittie.blogspot.com & www.CasseNarome.blogspot.com She is an avid tweeter www.twitter.com/catholickittie She is also on Facebook www.facebook.com/CasseNarome
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3 ebook copies of ‘Death Knows My Name’ by Casse NaRome
1 Audible copy of ‘The Reborn: The Book of Dain’ by Casse NaRome
August 16, 2013
It’s Live! Official Release Blast for Kasadya Hellhound Born
Book Info -
Title: Kasadya Hellhound Born
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Audience: Young Adult 14 years and up
Formats: E-book
Publisher: Self Published
Cover by: Melody Simmons
Edited by: MaryAnn Inabinet
ISBN: 9781301863594
Date Published: 15 August 2013
Blurb -
Kasadya: Hellhound Born (Book #3 of the Kasadya Series)
In a world filled with evil, the Fallen prepare for the ultimate battle against the demon world!
Kasadya is ordered to unleash her crazed born transformation to complete her divinity. But there is a chance that her born will be uncontrollable, and she will be destroyed. There is just one person that can save her; her charm, her destined mate. Left without a choice, she must surrender, and place her life in his hands.
In a race against time, the Fallen must stand together and fight the evil threatening to invade earth. If her divinity was in reach, victory would be theirs. That is until she starts having visions of the final battle, and her true destiny is revealed. She just found her love and place in the Fallen world; will she be able, and willing, to sacrifice it all?
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Excerpts -
“Well if we do find one, we need to keep it earth bound,” I said, remembering my fight with Ira.
Chax looked at me questioningly.
“They heal super-fast in Hell. On earth, they barely heal, giving us the upper hand,” I explained.
“How do you know this?” Chax asked, his fork hovering in front of him and his eyes shooting daggers at me.
Trying to avoid it, I looked at Zurita and Caim and found them waiting for the explanation.
Crap.
“The night I killed Ira, he shifted me to his place in Hell. That’s where I discovered that he could heal faster there.” I waited for Chax's outburst.
He looked like he was going to kill something, and in that moment I was pretty sure it was me.
“He shifted you to hell?” Chax asked again.
Annnd, here it comes.
I nodded and braced myself for impact. There was a moment of deathly silence, like those moments just before a bomb goes off. You watch it slowly fall to earth and you know that it’s going to go boom. This is that moment.
“You will never leave my side again!” The bomb exploded, and then jumped up and stormed out.
I looked at Caim and Zurita, and found their large eyes focused on me.
“Yeah, I was waiting for that,” I mumbled, and then took another bite.
Crap, so much for Zen moments. Chax needs to lighten up.
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“Will you do it already?!” Thonyn yelled from somewhere.
“Indeed.” I replied smiling.
I knew they were struggling with her. Focusing, I poured my feelings into her. It was still strange and foreign, all of these feelings around her, and I was not sure how she would receive them. I opened up to her; I wanted her to feel what I could not tell her. That I admired her. That I am proud of her, regardless of her flaws. That she was magnificent in my eyes. But most of all, and I feared for this, I wanted her to feel my love for her. The moment I had her in my arms and felt her mouth against mine, I knew that I loved this stubborn girl with everything inside me. For her I, would slay all evil, and would travel to hell to ensure her safety.
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Karen lives in a small town in the Northern Cape Province, South Africa. She shares her live with her husband, two sons and daughter. If she isn't reading she is writing.
Her preferred genres are Paranormal and Urban fantasy. Karen specializes in payroll and HRIS systems analysis and development. At the age of 21 Karen's professional success reached it highest platform, an outstanding achievement at such a young age.
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