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Book Blast & Giveaway: Ghost's Dilemma by @bronxwench

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Ghost's Dilemma – A M/M Fantasy Romance  by  Morwen Navarre

"Moon shine on me, Ghost. When you look at me like this, how can I even think of anything but making love to you?"

Ghost is content to spend all his free time in bed with Gerry. But scandal and hate surrounding Ghost's appointment as the first male witch and a deadly epidemic force Ghost to make choices that might cost him Gerry's love.

Spurred on by a message from his mentor, Ghost embarks alone on a journey through mystical underground tunnels and lost civilizations to the frozen lands of his origin, seeking a way to neutralize the threat back home. While he struggles to find a balance between his duties as a witch and his calling as a seer, all Ghost really wants is to return to the haven he has found in Gerry's arms.


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Warm. Warm, strong arms surrounded him. Ghost smiled and moved closer, burying his face in the hard muscle of a shoulder. He knew he needed to get up to tend to his patients, but he was still so tired. He nuzzled deeper into the shoulder that was… clearly not Gerry's.
"The little one wakes." A deep, rumbling voice pierced his fog of sleep.
Ghost shoved hard against the arms holding him. He wriggled free and sat up. He heard a door close somewhere behind him. "Let go of me," he growled. He was wide awake now, his heart pounding against his ribs.
The man belonging to the arms was bare-chested, as was Ghost, to his chagrin. He was quite relieved to see he still wore his breeches, though relief didn't stop him from glaring at the man in the bed with him.
"You're fierce, little one. This is good to see. It means you are not too soft, like the rest of the outlanders from down below." The man sat up as well. His long white hair was bound back in many braids, each one tipped with a bead carved from the red wood of the South. An intricate black tattoo covered both his arms. The man's blue eyes watched Ghost with undisguised amusement. "You have jewels in your head, little one. Did the woman decorate you so?"
"What woman?" Ghost retorted, watching the man for any untoward movement. "Are you talking about the Witch? Is she here?"
"Outlanders do not ask. They listen. And answer." The man's voice dropped to a warning snarl. "Hair and eyes do not make you one of us, little one. Do not presume you have a place here."
"I don't want a place here," Ghost snapped. "I want to talk to the Witch. She may have the solution I need. The people of my village await my return."
A large, calloused hand clapped Ghost's shoulder as the man barked out a laugh. "There was not a single question in all your words. This is good to know. You are both fierce and can listen."
Ghost snorted, moving out from under the hand and off the bed, the central feature of the room. The walls were timber, broad planks lacquered to a glossy shine. White hide curtains closed off a small window. Below the window was a carved wooden chest with a rounded lid, painted as elaborately as the man's tattooed arms. He looked around for the rest of his clothing. "Makes one of us," he muttered, not looking up. He tried to ignore the laughter from the bed as he found his thick linen shirt and heavy leather tunic tossed in a corner.
Getting dressed made Ghost feel much better, and finding his tall boots more so. He looked around for a place to sit to put them on, but there was only the large bed with the muscular Norther in it, and Ghost had no intentions of getting close to the man again. He sat on the floor and tugged the first boot over his foot.
"Will you talk about the stones?" the big man asked, crossing thick arms over his broad, muscled chest.
"Only if you tell me why I was in bed with you." Ghost stood, peering around the room to see if he could spot his pouches and his beautiful cloak. If this oaf of a Norther had taken his cloak, Ghost was going to figure out a way to inflict a proper curse on the bastard.
"Which earns you my name. Not many people would bargain with me. I am Njall, son of Falkor. Do you have a name, little one?" The man watched Ghost with open amusement.
"I am Ghost, mate of Gerry, witch to my village." Ghost eyed Njall. "I'm still waiting for my answer."
"You were found in the snow, half-frozen and asleep, little Ghost. You tried to make a shelter, which was wise, but you slept before you were done. Not so wise." Njall shrugged. "Your pretty cloak marked you as an outlander almost as much as the unfinished shelter. Now, my answer?"
"I'm not sure what woman you mean," Ghost replied, not looking away from Njall. "But if you mean a woman with three joined spirals in red on her forehead, then yes. She gave me my witchmark." He crossed his own arms over his chest. "She is who I came to find."
"The woman with the triskele, yes. She is an outlander, but she is fierce as well. She came to speak with Falkor, and when I mistook her for a thrall, a serving woman, she slapped me." Njall laughed his rumbling laugh. "I like her, although she is too old to give me sons. She had a boy with her, though."
This reminded Ghost of his own missing items. "I'd like my cloak back. And my pouches. The cloak was a gift from my mate. He made it with his own hands. The pouches hold my healers' supplies, and I need those for my people."

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I've always been a writer in some way, whether it was writing on the walls as a child, the copious notebooks I filled as a teen, or the volumes of fan fiction I wrote as an adult. Now I write erotic romance. We are creatures of sensation, craving touch and filled with desires we might not even want to admit to ourselves. Try as we might to ignore and deny the passion inside us, it's still there. It cries for attention and finds its outlet in my writing.
Ghost's Sight was written in response to a prompt from a friend and is an impassioned tale of two men who find each other in unexpected circumstances. Their story continues with Ghost's Dilemma and possibly a third volume yet to come.


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Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Revival by @mkgilher

    Presented by:Sparkle Book Tours       REVIVAL Book One of the Return to Us Trilogy by M.K. Gilher  It's complicated. My Italian-shoed stranger captures my mind and body yet only allows glimpses into the depth of the secrets he holds. He's a surgeon, he's a cage fighter, he's possibly a murderer. He's not a good boy. I feel as if I know him, yet I'm sure I don't. Dr. Jacade J. Jordan, my enigmatic sex god on a stick.   Damn, she's delectable. My sweet Ivy. I want to eat her alive. But how can I possess her when she doesn't even know me? When the deception runs too deep? When I've killed for her and would do it again in a heartbeat? How can I watch her submit so perfectly when I am the one at her feet?   Enjoy the ride in the Windy City as Ivy and Jacade's timeless love story unfolds in the Return To Us Trilogy by M.K. Gilher.   Amazon / Goodreads / Nook / Smashwords / iTunes / Google Books / ARe/ Pinterest / Spotify   Electric Hot Mystery By Holly Wood Dr. Jacade Jordan is incredibly sexy and his attraction to Ivy really heats the story up. The chemistry between these two was crazy, intense, hot, mouthwatering, scorching, sheet burning, panty melting; eyes rolling back of your head total freckin hot!!! So Sweet!! By Lucy S. This story was fantastic! Ivy and Jacade are so much fun and absolutely perfect for each other- together they manage to get up to some pretty outrageous and highly entertaining romantic escapades which will keep you completely absorbed, and their spirited, high-energy dynamic is fast-paced, upbeat and super sweet! The sex god has entered the room! By K.Lee "His tight possessive grip on my hipbones... his warm and sweaty palm splayed across my abdomen..." Super sexy, down to earth and very funny Ivy is a force to be reckoned with…I especially liked getting to know "Feminist Ivy" and "Slut Ivy." Mystery, intrigue, sex and war! By TygerTygre Great start for what could be an awesome series! Ivy and Jacade are two people that are destined to be together and when it happens, sparks fly. I really enjoyed this story and can’t wait to see what happens next.   Follow Nicole's board REVIVAL by M.K. Gilher - Erotic Romance Novel on Pinterest.   "Ivy, you and I are going to play a little game." His voice strips me down until I feel naked. I'll play any fucking game you want me to, just as long as you're playing with me.   Without thinking I blurt out, "What kind of game?" Once the words leave my mouth, I wish I could rewind to about five seconds earlier. The way he's standing and speaking to me, I know this is no time for questions. He's going to blast through all the barriers and forts I've erected to keep men like him out. This is a game I'm going to play because he's already decided it for me.   He chuckles, and for a moment, I see a playful boy peeking through. But he swiftly recovers and locks his stoic mask back into place. His stern voice answers my blurted question. "A game in which you don't speak unless you're instructed to do so." He raises his eyebrows and wrinkles appear on his forehead.   Well, that shut me up. Read more     Slut Ivy and Fem Ivy have got Dr. Jordan in the hot seat. SI= Slut Ivy FI= Feminist Ivy J= Jacade *** SI= (sauntering up to J at the party) Well hello there... FI= Oh stop it. (slapping SI in the arm) J= (chuckling) Hello, ladies. I was wondering when you’d track me down. How are you both this evening? SI= (racking eyes over J) Much better now. FI= (glaring at SI then whispering to her) Can you hold it together for this interview or not? We have a job to do. SI= (whispering back to FI) He can hold me together... FI= (rolling eyes) Can we ask you a few questions for the fans? J= (grinning) Of course. Anything for you ladies. Read more of this interview   5 x ebook copies of REVIVAL a Rafflecopter giveaway $10 Amazon gift card REVIVAL Trivia Game a Rafflecopter giveaway    I've always adored writing and won several poetry contests in high school. I was coasting along in my healthcare career in Chicago, when I had a dream I was resuscitated from near death by a mysterious physician. Jacade's enigmatic character sprouted from that dream. As I wrote, I made sure Ivy's character was laced with qualities of the everyday woman; beauty, intelligence, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. I truly hope you relish your time with Dr. Jordan and Ivy in the Return to Us Trilogy. I know I do every time I’m drawn into their lives.   Join the MKG Street Team and win free stuff! http://bit.ly/MKGStreetTeam     Website /Blog / Twitter / Goodreads / Pinterest / Facebook   REVIVAL by M.K. 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Book blast, Giveaway & Interview: Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie by @GeniesGalore

 

 

 

Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie

Bottle Banished

Book One

C.L. Riley

Genre: Dark Fantasy/Romance

Date of Publication: February 11, 2015

ISBN: ISBN-13: 978-1506170640

ISBN-10: 1506170641

ASIN: B00S1LBSC4

Number of pages: 301

Word Count: 80,500

Cover Artist: Steph’s Cover Design

Book Description:

Genie thought learning how to “do” The Hustle was the worst thing about 1977, right along with strobe lights and disco balls, but she discovers something far worse the day she is bottle banished by an unsanctioned hunter obsessed with her destruction.

Thirty-seven years later, she is awakened from her spellbound slumber by a homeless alcoholic who wants whiskey not a wish. Overwhelmed with shame and keeping secrets from even himself, Reid Romans is the worst master ever.

He stinks. He’s dirty. He’s rude, but even more maddening; he’s sinfully sexy under all the filth and attitude.

When his green-eyed gaze captures Genie for the first time, she’s hooked, and being hooked on a human is not acceptable or allowed according to the genie rule book.

While Reid’s unsavory past bites hard at his heels, and he’s accused of a murder he didn’t commit, a powerful jinn is stalking Genie, intent on adding her to his harem. She has rejected him too many times to count, but he won’t stop until he claims her—body and soul.

Genie and Reid have way more than one love-sick jinn to deal with. A ruthless FBI agent; a cold-blooded cartel; and a hateful hunter, who wants genie back in her bottle, banished forever; keep them fighting for freedom and against the desire flaring between them.

Dark secrets, forbidden love, and simmering suspense take Genie and Reid on an unforgettable journey where the past and future collide and wishes run out.

Please be advised: Bottle Banished is a multiple POV (Point of View) dark fantasy that portrays graphic drug use, violence, language, and sexual situations some may find offensive, including dubious consent, light BDSM, and a Ménage à Trios. There is a Happily Ever After (HEA) for now, but several doors remain open for future installments.

Readers will uncover numerous references to current and past pop culture sprinkled throughout the story. Watch author’s website for contests connected to these references!

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Jinn Kûru POV

Kûru sped to the park bench where he’d first noticed the couple. He thought his eyes were deceiving him when he’d spotted the delicious brunette sauntering over to join two female joggers chatting with a young man. The joggers had left a few minutes later, leaving the genie in tears. He’d been tempted to pursue the females and punish them for whatever they’d said to make such a lovely creature cry. He had refrained, more interested in the dynamic between her and the human male.

After observing them for several minutes, he’d moved closer. If this was his genie, and he felt certain it was, she would likely flee once she recognized him. Hoping to avoid that reaction, he had taken his time approaching.

His caution had failed him.

He’d known, without doubt, the moment she’d identified him. He had smelled her fear even from a distance, but what he’d scented first infuriated him.

Lust.

She desired the human male.

Her ridiculous attraction had just sealed the man’s fate. He would be dead before sunrise. While pondering how he’d destroy his competition, she had managed to vanish.

So she wanted to play games? No problem. He’d play.

Good fortune had brought her to him again after all these years. She was meant to be his. He wouldn’t just play her game. He’d win. Once she tasted the infinite pleasures his caresses offered, she would forget her human suitor, or was it, master? He’d know soon enough.

For close to the last century, she’d always found a way to escape servitude, preferring a life of freedom, but then again, he’d never known her to be attracted to a man, especially a master. She was a genie who followed the rules and placed her own needs aside to help others, yet another trait he found endearing. She was also the first female of any species who had denied his affections. That alone made her worth having.

Sitting on the bench where she’d rested just moments before, he breathed in her exotic fragrance, jasmine and vanilla with a twist of spice he couldn’t quite identify. The magic she had expended with her disappearing act left behind a sweet-smelling marker that only served to torment him further. He found himself remembering the one time he’d almost convinced her to join him. It had been a celebration—his clan and hers.

Shutting out the world around him, the images came alive in his mind:

“May I present my youngest daughter?” the visiting jinn ruler asked formally, making sure not to provide her given name. Something only a jinn or genie could offer themselves.

Bored, I nodded my approval. I despised her father. The only reason for our mutual celebration was the fact his chief security aide had uncovered a group of hunters poised to take out both our clans. We banded together, easily defeating the threat. I could have handled the situation alone with my own resources, but due to the advanced warning, my clan was now indebted to his. Had he wanted to be underhanded, he could have helped the hunters, thus destroying my clan and positioning his own as most powerful.

There was one thing that brought warring clans together: hunters. Too many of our kind had perished. We had to stand as one or face annihilation.

Over the years, he’d introduced me to all ten of his daughters; lovely, each of them. I’d taken two into my harem, but none were good enough to reign at my side as my bride. I’d resigned myself to a palace full of princesses and no queen. That all changed when I laid eyes on the youngest daughter.

“It is an honor,” she said demurely, presenting a delicate hand. She bowed her head as protocol required, but when she looked up through the thickest, darkest lashes I’d ever seen, she made her displeasure known, shooting me a glare filled with defiance and challenge.

I kissed her hand, chuckling under my breath. “The honor is all mine.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she rose to face me.

“Well, yes,” her father mumbled. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.”

I realized right then her father was desperate to hand off his headstrong daughter to a jinn more capable of controlling her impetuous nature. I truly was honored he considered me up for the task.

Despite her obvious dislike with the whole matchmaking scenario, she allowed me to pour her glass after glass of wine, and she danced with me all night. As the liquor worked its own magic, I started working mine, sending comforting energy her way while moving my hands seductively down her back, daring her to stop me. This time, when her eyes met mine, they were clouded with desire. I kissed her hard, parting her mouth with my tongue, allowing her to explore mine. I danced her closer to an exit, one that led to my chambers.

The minute we left the music, festivities, and curious stares behind, I lifted her into my arms and carried her down the corridor. My servants stepped aside, heads bowed, and my personal guards swung the massive double doors to my rooms open. I stopped just outside the entrance and placed her back on feet, drawing her closer. Her luscious breasts, nipples tight and hard, pressed against my chest through the sheer fabric of her gown. I groaned into her mouth, and she rocked her pelvis against my groin, surprising me with her unexpected wantonness.

“Oh, Master, I am sorry to intrude, but I thought it was my night to bring you enjoyment,” the sultry voice, belonging to my favorite princess, Darya, purred. “Are we to have a guest?”

The genie in my arms shoved me away with surprising force, her eyes flashing. She scanned Darya before glaring at me. “Am I to understand the rumors are true? A different woman every night? Are my sisters part of your harem, as well?” She didn’t wait for my answer, continuing her tirade. “Let me make something clear, I am no one’s toy to be played with and discarded. And to think I almost succumbed to your charms!”

Darya couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “What did you expect? He is a king, the strongest jinn remaining. You alone could never satisfy his hungers.”

Genie spun away and marched down the hall, head held high and hips swaying. I thought I might explode right there my need for her was so great. She turned a final time. “You will never touch me again. I can promise you that.”

 

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

  Don’t laugh, but when I was little/little I wanted to be a genie. No joke. The desire to be a writer soon followed. I always imagined myself as an author of sorts, writing illustrated stories and using colored paper for the book covers. I use the term “illustrated” very loosely, considering I can barely draw a stick figure. Thank God there are so many talented book cover designers to choose from these days. I’d be doomed without them.  So, I guess you could say, from the time I could read and write, I considered myself, on some level, a writer. I also wanted to marry a rock star, be famous, sing in a band, marry a muscle-bound wrestler, travel, and work as a secret agent. As I got older, I wanted to help others overcome barriers and find success. My career choices have reflected that final desire.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

 First book (under another top-secret name) took me five years to complete, and once it was accepted by a small, independent press, it took another year until publication. I was so thrilled that someone actually wanted to publish my work.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

 At this point, I cannot support myself on my writing alone, though the added income is a blessing. I work in the social service field helping others.  In addition, I have enjoyed traveling and serving as an inspirational speaker/motivator for women. 

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie. Barbara Eden’s I Dream of Jeannie meets True Blood, without vampires, in a romantic, dark fantasy thriller, where wishes just might run out.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

 Both. Under a different name, I have a paranormal romance series that is with a publisher and another series that is self-published. The second, self-publsihed series was originally released with a smaller, independent press. Bottle Banished: Dreaming of Genie is a self-published title. I chose not to even submit to publishers, as I liked the idea of having complete control over the publishing process. In today’s market, self-publishing is no longer taboo. In fact, many authors do both, some having contracts with larger publishers and also self-publishing. It is a great time to be a writer with so many options. However, with the explosion in Indie Publishing, the competition for readers is fierce.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

 Because I work full time and am a single mom, it takes me about a year from start to finish. I always have new book ideas bouncing around in my mind.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

 I am working on book two in the genie series, Bottle Banished: Claiming Cassie. In addition, I caught the bug for biker romances. So…I’m developing a four-part serial-series—The Scorched Souls series, featuring the Soul Scorchers Motorcycle Club—a dark, edgy MC romance that gives a major nod to 1987’s romantic comedy, Overboard, starring Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. The installments are as follows: 1. Firetrap (coming soon!) 2. Fire Fight  3. Firestorm   4. Fireworks. Check out the teaser!

What genre would you place your books into?

 For the genie series, dark fantasy romance; for the biker books I would say, dark, New Adult Romance.

Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

 I really like my genie, Genie, from Bottle Banished. She is naïve and innocent in many ways after being trapped in a bottle for almost four decades. She was banished in 1977 and is freed in 2014. Can anyone say baffled by everything? Genie is lost and tends to regress and refer to the decade she remembers. She is a strong heroine who cares about others. She’s always followed the Genie Rule Book, but when she meets Reid Romans, her new master, she is ready to throw caution aside for the pleasure he can provide. Genie is funny, sexy, imperfect, and fights for who and what she believes in. I think you will like her too! The picture below is how I imagine Genie out of her belly dancing garb. The only difference: Genie has dark brown eyes.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

 I typically sit on my living room loveseat, with my feet elevated and all my “stuff” on the seat next to me. I use a very small, lightweight laptop. It’s perfect for my set up. Other times I sit propped up on my huge bed, everything spread out around me. Occasionally I do things the “normal” way and work at a desk or table. I tend to write late at night, at times, I pull all-nighters on the weekend due to my Monday through Friday work schedule. Lunch hours have proven to be good writing times too. I jot down notes in a binder as they pop into my head. I like background music or TV. Complete silence does not do it for me. 

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

 I do. It is never fun to discover someone didn’t enjoy my creativity and hard work, but it happens. I’ve had to develop tough skin. Without it, discouragement sets in, preventing me from moving forward at an acceptable rate. Glowing reviews always feel good, like a stranger admiring your baby.  But the less than stellar ones can serve as a catalyst for positive change, especially if more than one reviewer has the same comment. Having an open mind and being willing to change and accept that we’re always learning and growing as writers is important too.  I just have to write no matter what anyone says or doesn’t say. It is always a fantastic feeling and added bonus when readers enjoy what I’ve penned.

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

 I usually have a title in mind beforehand, though I have changed titles as the story progresses. One thing some folks might find a bit strange is how I often purchase my cover in advance. Having my book’s cover helps me focus and makes the project real in my mind; meaning, I need to get busy working and writing. The cover, for me, serves as a major procrastination buster! It is also nice to have the cover in order to start the promotional process, using it as a teaser of sorts.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

 Both! I start out with a general list of traits in mind; however, as my characters develop and evolve over the course of the story, there are frequently changes and/or additional character traits that seem to insert themselves into my characters’ profiles. It just happens. Typically, though, I have a solid foundation in mind before I start writing.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

 This should be an easy answer, but it’s not! Let me explain. For fiction, I prefer eBook, though I still love a good trade paperback. Love that paper smell! If I’m reading nonfiction, I have to read hardback or paperback, eBook just doesn’t work for my nonfiction reading. Weird, huh? I’m not sure why, but it is what it is.

Your favorite food is?

 I’m on an ice cream and popcorn kick at the moment. And for February, Dairy Queen has its always yummy Red Velvet Cake Blizzard. I think I will be getting one of those today!

Your favorite color is?

My favorite colors (can’t pick just one!) are purple, pink, and black.

Your favorite Author is?

 Too many to list. I don’t have one favorite author. I tend to go through phases. Some of my favorites are: Anne Rice, Tolkien, Charlaine Harris, Tillie Cole, Shay Savage, Bella Jewel, Tessa Dawn, Carol Van Atta, Madeline Sheehan…that is just the tip of a very large iceberg.

 

 

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C.L. Riley is addicted to books, coffee, and playing around on the Internet where she cyber stalks things she enjoys. She has a passion for reading dark fantasy, biker romance, paranormal romance, erotic thrillers, and everything “genie.” She has four books to her credit under a different name, thus the missing author photo. For now, she is keeping her other identity top secret.

A native of Portland, Oregon, C.L. Riley has a son in college and a teenage daughter that keeps her on her toes at home. Her house is filled with books; something her kids, to her dismay, call clutter. She is working on book two in the Bottle Banished series and the Scorched Souls serial, a four-part, biker romance serial series.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/GeniesGalore

Website/Blog: http://clriley.blogspot.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/CL-Riley/1507738442832894

Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9874055.C_L_Riley

Book blast, Giveaway & Interview: Sing For Me by @authorgracie

 

Sing For Me

Angels and Arias

Book 1

Gracie Madison

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Tika Lake Publishing LLC

Date of Publication: 1/21/2015

Number of pages: 325-350

Word Count: 84,000 Words

Cover Artist: Rebecca Berto

Book Description:

Madeline Noel fled war-torn Heaven to hide within the mortal world, but the blessing that could protect her from evil is the holy realm’s forbidden power.

As a talented soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.

Love.

The demon-hunter Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction, her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.

Surrendering to desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.

She flicked the light to her bedroom and dropped her towel in the hamper.

“Magdala.”

Her hand merely muffled the screeched yelp. Madeline fell backward, smacking against the closet. She tripped and clattered into the hamper. Damascus apologized, but her gasp shattered the perfume container on her vanity.

Madeline yanked the towel from the laundry. The wet scrap of material wove over her body, and she clutched the fraying edges.

Damascus’s silence stole any sound she might have uttered.

His muscles bound, tight and tensed, more prepared for war than the glimpse of her bared skin. The gold in his eyes burned molten. Madeline shifted, her bare toes gripping the carpet to prevent her from toppling over once more.

She shivered. It wasn’t the wet hair that whispered the goose bumps along her spine. Damascus saw far more than the thin strip of cloth hid. His gaze warmed her curves and tickled the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened. She prayed he hadn’t noticed.

He did.

The memory of the soap in the shower tortured the twisting in her lower belly. For a single, blissful, blasphemous moment, she imagined it had been Damascus’s hand washing her.

She exhaled.

Damascus growled.

His every movement strengthened with need. The wild, uninhibited, dangerous desire would claim them both. Madeline clamored backward, the apology shrill and muffled by her hand.

She hadn’t needed to speak, drop the towel, or offer any secrets. The heat smoldering low escaped in a sigh. The soft puff promised more than she intended. She breathed an invitation.

A seduction.

And he answered.

Damascus shuddered. He blinked, hard, and rubbed his head.

“I apologize.” Damascus forced his words. “I… I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”

Madeline tugged the towel lower over her thighs. “You didn’t know.”

“I should let you—”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.” She hobbled toward the robe lying over her bed.

“Let me—”

“I’ve got it.”

Damascus’s motions stiffened. He retrieved the robe as Madeline lunged for the fuzzy pink arm. Her toes banged against the bedpost, and the surge of pain toppled her into Damascus’s waiting arms.

He smelled of the Realm, of warmth and radiance, citrus and holy incense.

Fire.

The towel shifted, and his fingers brushed over her bare back. His calloused hands heated, as if he wielded his sword. The heat lashed her—a punishment seared within a delicious reward. The towel tumbled, and she pushed against him to hide what nearly exposed.

His embrace was everything as she imagined, the heat, the intensity of his grip, the fluttering within her stomach and her body upon his. His hands bound a supreme authority over her. He pressed her skin with possessive fingertips. He handled her as if she were delicate and precious.

The shock of it all drove her to silence.

He protected her, but he never held her.

Watched over her, but never touched her.

Saved her from demons, but never reassured her.

He never mourned with her when a Choir was killed.

Every moment hidden far from the Realm passed in painful isolation, and he was the lone simple comfort of home. The sweet, dangerous touch protected her more than his sword or his distant promises. The heat settled the dissonance capturing her mind.

The Realm forbid their touch. A hug cried sacrilege.

Madeline closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

Always! Ever since I was little!

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

Hmmm…I think I felt like had “made it” when I signed with my agent, but then it all *clicked* when I self-published and made that first sale.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

For traditional, we’re still working on that. I have two books on submission waiting for homes, and the others I’ve self-published.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

For a little longer! I graduated in 2009 with a degree in English…and I found a job as a bookkeeper. I’ve been working as a faux-accountant for about five years, though recently I’ve had enough momentum with my writing career that it looks like I can leave the office gig behind me and become a career author.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

Sing For Me – If the demons stalking the theater don’t kill Madeline first, Heaven just might.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

Usually only about fifty days, though I’m hoping to trim that to about a month for a 90k book.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I’ve always loved paranormal romance—I have tons of ideas for witches, vampires, werewolves, everything creepy/sexy/supernatural!  Sing For Me’s trilogy will be finished by the end of the summer, and then we’ve got a five-book series planned with a coven of feisty witches and then maybe something really dark, gothic, and sensual. So excited!

What genre would you place your books into?

Paranormal Romance all the way!

Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

Natalie, the director’s assistant in Sing For Me, is just so real to me. I really put a lot of myself in her—from her determination, her creativity, and her tendency to not assert herself as strongly as she needs to (though she will learn how over the series). She’s strong, even if she doesn’t realize it, and she’s devoted to her friends…and the angel she falls for.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

This makes me sound crazy—I love listening to music when I write…but I normally only listen to one song. For the entire duration of the novel. It’s more like background noise that just helps me concentrate. For Sing For Me, I was listening to Guns N’ Roses Don’t Cry. Love that song!

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

Oh, God no. I try to avoid reviews at all costs. Goodreads terrifies me. I try to stay as far away as possible, hehe.

How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

In Sing For Me’s case, it was one in the same. ;)

I wanted to ensure the angels had that biblical feel since the story itself isn’t actually inspirational or religious. So I picked Biblical cities for their names—Damascus, Shiloh, Tyre, Magdala, etc. It worked out really well, and it does give the angels a bit of an archaic quality.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

I know the character completely before I start writing. I’m a compulsive plotter. I have to know everything that’ll happen in the book. Nothing is a mystery.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

Confession: I haven’t purchased a paperback in years, and I don’t think I’ve ever bought a hardback. ;)

What is your favorite book and Why?  Have you read it more than once?

The Riddle Master of Hed and Alphabet of Thorn by Patricia A McKillip. Everything she writes is just absolutely beautiful.

Your favorite food is?

Sushi!

Your favorite singer/group is?

Within Temptation

Your favorite color is?

Pink!

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Gracie Madison would spend every day, all day writing…if it were socially acceptable. Ever since she was a little girl scribbling with a crayon, Gracie’s dedicated herself to her books and all the supernatural and paranormal, creepy and beautiful stories and characters born within the pages. Now Gracie is committed to finally sharing those books with the world. When the laptop is pried from her hands, Gracie is probably working her day job, rooting on the Steelers, or out with her husband searching for Pittsburgh’s best sushi.

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Book Blast: Special Delivery II by @PerriForrest

Presented by: Sparkle Book Tours Special Delivery II -  Series: The Gavin Brooks Series #2 by Perri Forrest Audience: Adult 18+ - Genre: BWWM Fiction/Romance - Formats: E-book - Publisher: Perri Forrest - Cover by: Tanisha Y. Pettiford - Editor: Janice G. Ross - Pages: 60 pages - Publishing Date: February 6, 2015 Gavin Brooks is back and he's in love... In book I, Gavin was an unstoppable player. He was a married man living a bachelor's life. But when he encountered the beautiful Christina, he had an unexpected, and extremely undeniable attraction to her. Book I ended with Gavin in the early stages of a whirlwind relationship with Christina. However, Christina still has no idea that the man she has strong feelings for, is married to someone else. The deeper that Gavin falls, the more he comes to realize that he needs to tell her. But how can he do that without losing her? Enter Sharon...a woman scorned, and who still carries a torch for Gavin. She is out for revenge feeling that Gavin used her then threw her away. She wants him to pay. While Gavin contemplates on how, and when he will break the news to Christina, someone else manages to beat him to the punch. It's a devastating blow to Christina and she walks away. But for how long? There is more to Gavin than meets the eye, and in this book readers get to find out about a piece of his past that plays a huge role in how he came to be the man he is today. Gavin is forced to relive a past hurt, as he comes to terms with the fact that he may never win Christina back. Will he do all that he can to win her back? Or will he feel that she is better off without him? Amazon US / Amazon UK / Amazon CA   Gavin awoke to kisses being planted on his lips, his eyelids, his cheeks, and his neck. He kept his eyes closed so that he could bathe in the affection and the hotness of her lips, as her body pressed against his. It was a feeling that he knew would never grow old. He wanted to move, but then he knew she would stop, and he wasn’t ready for that yet. “I know you’re awake, sleepy head,” she said, smiling. “You just think your kisses will expire if you show signs of life. But I promise you they won’t.” “Okay, in that case…” he said, pulling her on top of him and looking into her eyes. “Damn…do you even know how beautiful you are?” he asked her. “Because I am honored to look into this face—these eyes, and be able to say that you’re mine. It’s almost…like…how did I function before you came along? Because I swear these feelings that I have, I’ve never experienced them in my life, Christina. Never have. Came close, but this…this is something different.” “Wow, Gavin,” she said, before sliding to a more comfortable position, and burying her face atop his heartbeat. She had no words; she only knew that she wanted to be near him and to be held by him. He rubbed his hand up and down the length of her hair. When he felt slight dew on his chest, he became slightly alarmed. “Baby, look at me. What’s wrong? Come here,” he said, positioning her alongside him and turning so that they lay facing one another. “Did I say something wrong?” “No, baby. Not at all. I’m not crying because I’m sad. Just the opposite, in fact,” she admitted. “I’ve never had anything consistently good in my life. Something happens that’s good and then it’s snatched away, and it just feels amazing to finally be a part of something that I feel has the potential to be permanent.” She paused momentarily, lifting her face so that she could look at him when she spoke the rest of what she had to say. “…And I can’t think of a better person to share that feeling with, than you.” Her stare lingered. “I love…your eyes,” she said, before lowering her gaze away from his. Gavin smiled and lifted her chin prompting her to revisit his gaze. “And I love…you,” he said for the first time since they had been together. He watched her eyes grow in size, then try to shrink back so that her astonishment would go unnoticed. “You love me?” she asked. “I do love you, Christina. It’s not a new love either. I think it’s been there since the beginning, I just didn’t say the words because one, I didn’t know if you felt the same. Two, I didn’t know if you’d think I was crazy for feeling this way so soon. And three, I honestly never believed it was possible to fall in love with a person as quickly as I’ve fallen in love with you.” Christina couldn’t hold back her happiness. A wide grin spread across her face. “I love you so much, Gavin,” she said, blushing, and trying her best not to go super soft on him and start with the tears. “I’ve never actually said that to a man before—a man other than my father,” she admitted. “Amazing…” he sighed. “So, I really need to treat your heart right,” he said, solemnly. “If I’m only second to your father, that’s huge.” “No pressure, right?” she said, her eyes smiling against his. He softly brushed his hand against her cheek. “Pressure or not, I plan to take very good care of this love. It deserves all of me and nothing but the best of what I have to give. And I plan to give that to you.” “You’re already off to a great start, I can tell you that off top, baby.” Her smile widened, her cheekbones rising as she did so. “I already know why you’re gushing. You are not right. You’re trying to get Lil’ Gav going and you know I have to leave babe.” Christina reached down, and began to stroke against his reaction, causing him to release a reluctant moan. “Babe…” he whispered. For real…I gotta gooo. I hate to, but I have to,” he said, resting his lips across the top of her forehead. You want me to be able to perform my duties tomorrow at work, right?” He had deliberately made the statement with subliminal undertones. He was messing with her. “I couldn’t care less if you perform for them, as long as you perform for me.” “And see…don’t you always get a stellar performance from your guy?” he said, motioning his head up and down in agreement. “So you know I’m more than good for making this up to you,” he said, trying to inch away slowly. She grabbed after him. “You’re a tease, Gavin Brooks. Why get me all riled up with all that talk about love, only to leave me all wet and horny? That’s so, so disrespectful,” she said, playfully. “I’ll make sure that tomorrow, there’s not an ounce of wetness left…Scout’s honor,” he said, smiling. It’s just my clothes…my work clothes. You know that, right babe?” He was trying to further his point. “Baaaby,” Christina whined. “Why don’t you ever remember to bring them for the next day? You know how long it takes me to get into a comfortable sleep after you leave? You do know that you can have as much stuff here as you want. Then you wouldn’t be to blame for my sleep deprivation at work the next day,” she said, pouting. “I know, sweetheart. I just get so sidetracked. When I leave out in the mornings, you’re already on the brain. Then I get to work and I’m thinking about you there, and then anticipating getting off work so I can come be with you, it’s all I can focus on. That’s how I forget.” “All the more reason that when you get in the house, you should just pack up some stuff and throw it in the car so that when you leave in the morning, you’re good to go,” she suggested. “Orrr…I could always come with you instead.” Gavin was sure his heart skipped multiple beats. He knew at some point she would make that suggestion. And why wouldn’t she? He had to turn away from her before his fair tone began to deceive him and give way to the flush arising within. “No, babe. It’s like the worst of the worst bachelor pads you’ll ever encounter,” he lied. He hated lying to her, but it was all he could do right then. “We’ll work this stuff all out to where I don’t have to long for you as much,” he said, staring into her eyes. “Seeing you at the end of my shifts is definitely a highlight to my days.”  “I feel the same way, baby.” “Well, babe, as much as I hate it, I really have to get going. It’s almost midnight. My alarm will be blaring in approximately four hours.” “Okay. Let me walk you to the door so I get can one last kiss.”   Perri Forrest was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, and raised in sunny California. She describes herself as a trilogy---a Businesswoman who navigates through Corporate America flawlessly from Human Resources to Project Management, a Sociologist with a burning desire to save the world, and an Author who loves writing life into fiction. When Perri suffered the devastating loss of her first cousin on her birthday, in 2006, with a few months left to complete her undergraduate studies, she barely made it through. A good friend not only suggested that she begin blogging to journal her moods and thoughts, that same friend gifted her with a newly designed blog platform, which birthed her first e-journal. The blog opened a whole new world for Perri and served as a place she could express candidly, about life. When her blog was discovered and she began receiving compliments on not just her candor, but on her writing style as well, it fueled the fire, and thoughts of penning a novel resurfaced. The lingering doubts of, "Who would even want to read your work?" were replaced with, "Worry about an audience later, and just do it." And that she did. Perri writes what she likes to call, "Multicultural Mayhem, laced with Sex, Cursing, Sass and the Occasional Happily Ever After." Perri plans to perfect her craft and delve into other genres, down the line. With "Amazon bestselling author," added to her list of credits, Perri is in the writing game for the long haul and has no intentions of putting down her pen any time soon. Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Amazon / Pinterest / Instagram / Google +

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: The Embers of Light by @tamzwrite

 

The Embers of Light

The Dia Chronicles

Volume 2

Tammy Farrell

Genre: Historical Fantasy

Publisher: Tammy Farrell

Date of Publication: Jan 28th, 2015

ISBN: -13: 978-1505434989

ISBN-10: 150543498X

ASIN: B00P6KCA6G

Number of pages: 388

Word Count: 96,000

Cover Artist: Nathalia Suellen

Book Description:

The descendants of the ancient gods think they’ve found peace, but the time has come when new magic and ancient powers will collide…

Stripped of his Dia powers and left to rot, Malcolm is a prisoner of Valenia—a sentence he finds worse than death. His thoughts of revenge are the only thing keeping him sane, but when he finally manages to escape, Malcolm discovers that living as a mortal is more dangerous than he ever imagined. After stealing from the wrong man, Malcolm becomes a captive once more, only this time his punishment is one that he won’t soon forget. His only hope of survival is Seren, an enigmatic young girl with golden eyes and a malevolence to match his own.

When he’s led to Mara and Corbin, the two responsible for his fall from grace, their new faction of Dia is in chaos, infiltrated by an ancient power thought to have been banished forever. This only fuels Malcolm’s ruthless ambitions, but he soon realizes that he too is under attack, a pawn in a centuries old game of power and greed. As new battle lines are drawn, Malcolm finds himself in uncharted waters, forced to choose between helping those he’s vowed to destroy or give in to his lingering desire to settle the score.

Debts will be paid, lives will be lost, and no Dia will ever be the same.

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By the time the smell of smoke and roasting meat finally reached Malcolm, and his hole in the ground was completely black, he knew the time was drawing near. The sound of laughter and flutes from above stoked the fires of determination within him, while the repetitive drumbeat counted down the minutes.

His mind wandered as he stared sullenly at the walls of black earth. He clutched his mangled hand to his chest, far too weary for anger. He was humiliated. Over and over again he’d been disgraced, robbed, laughed at. The hardest truth to face was that there still might be more degradation to come. He had wanted everything and succeeded at nothing. Hope was now but a whisper in the past, still carried on the winds, but too distant to hear.

Malcolm pressed his head against the soft earth. He had nothing left to lose and nothing left to love. Even his own mother had become an unseen shadow, abandoning him in his time of need. She was useless to him, as she always had been, and he vowed that if she ever showed herself to him again, he would speak any word that might pierce a mother’s soul.

 

 

Malcolm White

 

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

I imagine most would say that I have very few good qualities and a surplus of bad. I suppose there’s some truth in that. I haven’t been a good man. I am jealous, arrogant, and greedy. My quick temper gets me in a lot of trouble, and usually sabotages any attempt I make to do good.

I think my best quality is my tenacity. I will not accept defeat, no matter how hard my enemies try to silence me.     

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

I am not the monster they made me out to be. I have regrets, and if I could do things differently, chances are, I would.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

For me, love and hate are one in the same. I’ve never learned the difference.

What are you most afraid of?

Being mortal, being alone, and being unloved.

What do you want more than anything?

I want my powers restored to me, and I want revenge on those who took it.

What is your relationship status?

Alone. But there is this strange amber-eyed girl named Seren who keeps trying to get close to me. I’m through with women for now, especially given the condition I’m in, but still, I find her intruiging. 

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Medieval. ;)

How much of a rebel are you?

The most extreme kind of rebel you can imagine. I don’t follow rules, I set them.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Breaking free of my imprisonment. But I hope there are greater achievements yet to come.

What is your idea of happiness?

Power. The only true happiness comes with power. Those stupid mortals find happiness in love. But love is weakness.

What is your current state of mind?

Desperate and determined. I have been horribly mistreated. Part of me wants to give up. But I can’t. I won’t. I never will.

What is your most treasured possession?

The spear of Lugh. But it was taken from me by the woman who stole my power and imprisoned me.

What is your most marked characteristic?

Physically, my white hair and my gray eyes set me apart from mortals, and even other Dia.

Psychologically, bitterness is my driving force, and while I try to hide it, I fear others see it as clear as the sun. 

What is it that you, most dislike?

Betrayal.

Which living person do you, most despise?

Mara Black and Corbin North. They cast me out and then imprisoned me.

What is your greatest regret?

Loving Mara. If that girl had never walked into my life, I would be in a much better place.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Respect. Loyalty. Ferocity.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Obedience. Though, Seren is anything but obedient. In fact, I’m finding her dominance rather impressive. She has the same drive for power as me. Maybe I’m changing my view.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

King Menelaus in the story of Troy. He vanquished those that betrayed him.

Which living person do you most admire?

No one. I have no one but myself to thank for my survival.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

I would be less impulsive. Sometimes my swift actions cause me great trouble.

What is your motto?

Never fall in love again.

 

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Tammy Farrell grew up in Orangeville, Ontario Canada where she discovered her love of writing, and all things related to Edgar Allan Poe. She now lives with her husband and six fur babies in Greenville, South Carolina, where she attempts to learn French when she isn’t busy writing.

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Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire by @RaquelleJaxson

 

Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire

Temple of Indra Series

Book Two

Rachael Stapleton

Genre: Mystery, Adventure, Romance

Publisher: Solstice Publishing

Date of Publication: February 3rd, 2015

ASIN: B00SNAF018

Print Length: 215 pages

Word Count: 66, 400

Cover Artist: Rebecca Boyd

Book Description:

As a librarian, Sophia Marcil loved reading, especially books about ancient curses and reincarnation, but she never imagined the legend of the Purple Delhi Sapphire was true until she inherited it and was transported back to a past life where she was murdered. Now she knows that not only is reincarnation real, but so is the devil’s magic locked inside the precious gem. Just as she’s about to tell her boyfriend Cullen about it, he proposes with an engagement ring made from a piece of the very sapphire that’s cursed her. Reeling from the shock and surrounded by his family, she allows him to place it on her ring finger. As soon as it touches her skin, she feels herself being wrenched back in time.

Before she knows it, she’s wandering the hallway of an old Victorian house in the body of her great aunt. Unfortunately, her nemesis has also reincarnated in 1920—as one of her family members. Sophia struggles to locate the Purple Delhi Sapphire in time to prevent the deaths of those she loves, but she fails and returns to her present-day life, to the precise moment she left, with a deep understanding that her killer’s soul is also tied to the sapphire and every life she has, he is resurrected as someone close to her.

Her stalker ex-boyfriend Nick seems like a prime candidate this time but she’s convinced she’s a step ahead of him, thanks to a tip from a medium, she knows that if she uses the magic of the stone correctly she can trap Nick’s soul in the sapphire and save herself. But when Nick is murdered, she finds evidence that has her questioning everything she thought she knew.

Is Cullen husband material or is history doomed to repeat itself?

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/VCeG9eA09Fg

Fog descended, eerily beautiful despite the dingy residue it seemed to be composed of—producing an unwelcome metallic taste in my mouth. I lagged behind, pulling my scarf tight around my shoulders and taking in the outline of the buildings, which now looked even more Gothic and ghostly. They gave me a chill, or maybe it was just the weather. I had snowmobiled and skied on the frostiest of Canadian mornings and hardly ever felt the cold; I even slept with the windows open at times. But this cold was different from anything I had experienced. It cut to the core.

Of course I’d read about the smog of old London, when a million coal fires polluted the atmosphere, but the sound of the fog horn now blaring from the river made it real.

“Maggie,” Emily said with a cough. “We should duck into one of these places. We’ve got a pea-souper rolling in.”

Maggie’s soon-to-be mother-in-law gave a gasp. “A tavern is not a suitable place for a group of women and children.”

“Yes, I realize that but it’s bloody—sorry, it’s terribly bad weather out here—” Emily stopped. “It’s going to get worse and—”

“Mama, I’m cold,” Gigi whined. I gave her arms and shoulders a little rub to increase the circulation.

“What is this?” Marjorie asked through a muffled hand.

“Pollution from the—” I began and then clamped my hand over my mouth.

“No use chit-chatting. We should be there already. Let’s pick up our feet, shall we?”

Maggie, who was clearly uncomfortable, made a vague gesture with her hands and followed the formidable woman down the sidewalk.

As the ladies turned a corner, a man in a trench coat caught my eye. He’d been right behind us four blocks ago, and earlier in the day he’d loitered outside the dress shop. His fedora rode low over his eyes at all times and he looked to be about 5’11", coincidentally the same build as Eugene. I kept my eye on him for the next several blocks before he slipped behind a great stone church. I looked up and began to feel uneasy as I realized I’d now lost sight of the gang. In the growing fog, the iron fence surrounding it looked like rows of jagged black teeth. Don’t panic, I said to myself. Eventually I would catch up to them or come to a place I recognized and everything would be all right. I knew the name of the hotel we were staying in. The problem was that I was rapidly being swallowed up into the murk, and it was impossible to read the street signs which had now vanished into the fog above my head.

That’s when I noticed the slow, steady rhythm of footsteps behind me—keeping pace with mine. I turned but couldn’t see anyone. Probably just someone else out lost in this godforsaken weather, I told myself. Or the footsteps could only be a strange echo produced by the fog. I started walking again, stopped suddenly, and heard the footsteps continue another couple of beats before they too stopped. I had no choice but to keep going, so I increased my pace. Thankfully I glimpsed Marjorie’s skirt disappearing behind a building and took off on a terror in an effort to catch up, my mind conjuring the sort of thing that happened in the fog in some of Gigi’s old mystery novels. I rounded the corner onto a cobblestone side street and ran smack into something hard.

Palming my forehead, I realized the smog didn’t hang quite as low here, or maybe the cool breeze off the Thames River pushed it away. The bad news was, aside from the offending lamp post, the street lay empty. I looked up and noticed a sign that hung atop an old storefront, advertising rare books. Maggie must have reasoned with her mother-in-law and pulled the gang indoors. No better place than one filled with books.

Wandering into the shop through a brass-studded wooden door, I smiled to myself, taken in by the familiar smell of grass mixed with a hint of vanilla, my happy place. Books were a constant in my life, and this unmistakable smell always made me feel at home. The bell over the door jingled and a slender man of sixty with large brown eyes, a long nose, and a full gray mustache appeared, climbing down from the rolling ladder behind the counter.

He smiled at me as if he recognized a fellow bibliophile.

“Good afternoon, miss. May I help you?”

I looked around the quaint little shop. A polished table sat empty in the corner, offering up only a delicate brass lamp. Shelves lined the room and were packed with books at every turn but the store was also empty, unless Marjorie and the gang were hiding in an alcove. “Did a group of women come in here?”

“No, dear,” he replied and wrinkled his brow.

Turning to go back out the door, panic slammed into my chest. The man in the navy blue trench coat had followed me. He stood at the corner of the street, leaning against the wall, casually smoking and efficiently blocking my only way out. Half expecting him to turn around and spot me, my mouth went dry.

“Is everything all right, miss?”

Swiping a hand over my forehead, I brushed back a clump of sweaty hair. “I’m fine. I’m waiting for someone, that’s all.”

The shopkeeper stood still, watching me, his face creased with concern. Hastily I retreated, circling the room, studying the shelves and looking for a back door.

He followed me to where I stood browsing an older collection of Shakespeare. He pulled out a nineteenth-century edition of Twelfth Night and handed it to me. I flipped through the pages, to be polite, before handing it back.

“Something specific you fancy?”

“I’ll just take a look around on my own,” I said, then noticed for the first time the book in his possession.

“What’s that?” I asked, squinting; his hand covered the spine.

“Oh, this?”

I followed him and he laid the book open on the counter, turning it sideways so we could both look at it. The scent of dust and pages that time had long since begun to degrade drifted out of it. It was the smell of the book I’d found in the library in my own time and seen prior to that in the alchemist’s study.

“It’s a collection of spells I acquired at an estate sale in Prague a few years ago.” He flipped the thin pages until he came to a poem printed neatly in the center of the leaf. “It looks to me like a book of magic,” he added, grinning.

A familiar feeling twisted within me.

Could it be?

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

I wrote a lot of stories in creative writing class when I was a kid, a lot of poetry to release the angst as a pre-teen and I even had my own column in the local town paper as a sixteen year old but I was never thought of it as a career. I focused most of my creative energy on drawing, painting and acting when I wasn’t reading of course. I was the lead in a local play as a young adult and I set my focus to making it as an actress. Of course I did always say I was going to write an exciting biography after I retired from Hollywood. Boy has that ship sailed.

When the College auditions brought out a side of stage fright that I’d never experienced, I decided acting wasn’t for me and went to school for advertising which lead me to a career in technology and media sales. Something I did not find emotionally fulfilling but that I made a decent living at. I still read fiction every day, and when I got pregnant with my son, I decided to put my maternity leave to good use. So I wrote my first novel, The Temple of Indra’s Jewel.

The strange thing is, I never did anything with it—I didn’t know any other writers and so I had no idea how to get published. I went back to my career in sales, and it wasn’t until I attended the Ontario Writers Conference on a lark that I met and connected with fellow writer Marissa Campbell (upcoming book release) who invited me to attend Connie Sparacino’s writers group. It was there that I met the B7 ladies, A.B Funkhauser  (upcoming book release), Yvonne Hess, Susan Croft and Ann Dulhanty who became my avid supporters providing insightful feedback and instrumental advice.

How long did it take to get published?

I’m the first to admit that patience is not one of my virtues so thankfully my time was mercifully brief compared to most—that is partly because I’m a person who believes in making their own fate. I took the bull by the horns and I self-published my first book. If I could do it over, would I? No, I wouldn’t do it the same way. I mean I didn’t even try to get picked up before publishing Temple. Like I said, I was very innocent of how the publishing industry worked. That being said, one never knows what could have been. Life is a series of stepping stones, so perhaps self-publishing my first book is why my second book got picked up. Many publishers now look at someone who has self-published as someone who is willing to dig in and help market. Or maybe it was why my second book got turned down by the agents that requested full manuscripts from me. There were quite a few interested, unfortunately for me at the time, I was told traditional publishers weren’t keen on a sequel to a self-published novel.

The one advantage to shopping the second novel was the invaluable feedback I received and so I must give a shout out to the acquisitions editor Jen Corkill at Divitir Publishing. She was interested in my manuscript and made suggestions, encouraging me to re-submit. In the end her suggestions clicked with me and the result was a new opening. It wasn’t too long after that I received the contract offer from Solstice Publishing. They contacted me only days after I submitted the revamped manuscript which had been the result of a #Pitmad contest request—God Bless Twitter and Brenda Drake for jumpstarting my career.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

No. Thankfully I have been writing full time for a year now and I love it. I do have little ones at home but my mother-in-law graciously babysits a few days a week allowing me to get some work done.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 30 words what would you say?

 Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire is about a time-traveling woman whose destiny to be murdered by someone close to her in every life pits her against an obsessed killer.

Who is your publisher?

 Solstice Publishing—one of the fastest growing mid-market publishers in the USA. They are a wonderfully supportive network of professionals and I am so grateful to them.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

 Isn’t that just the magical question—I’ll let you know when I actually get into a routine of putting out books. So far I’ve published two novels, one short story and I’ve half written at least two other novels and they’ve all overlapped so at this time I have no idea what my timeframe truly is.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

 The Temple of Indra is a trilogy, so there is one more book in this time travel mystery adventure series coming out. I know, it’s really everything but the kitchen sink. After that I plan to spread my wings and try a few different genres although I suspect my heart belongs to mystery. I’m already half done a nice light murder mystery I classify as a beach read. I’d like to write a YA adventure as well as a mainstream thriller and maybe try my hand at a cozy mystery too. Why choose just one smartie when you can taste them all, right?

What genre would you place your series into?

 Well I’ve managed to stay on the Amazon Bestsellers List for a week now in the Time Travel Romance category so I’m thinking I belong there although my book does have a reincarnation twist. I personally feel like Curse of the Purple Delhi Sapphire, is more of a mystery/thriller but the first book, The Temple of Indra’s Jewel was definitely romance adventure so it’s very hard to categorize it as a series. Which is why I’ve nicknamed my genre for it, the kitchen sink.

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

 I think so, unless there are more lurking in the internetosphere that I’m unaware of. So far, I’m been very pleased with all of the reviews received on Amazon, Goodreads and some sent to me personally which I’ve pasted to my website.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

 Ebook because the only time I have to read is right before I pass out and that is best done in bed in the surrounding darkness. It is my little piece of heaven that I look forward to EVERYDAY! Don’t get me wrong I still love physicals books but the lamp keeps my hubby up. Libraries are still my favorite place to chill.

What is your favorite book and Why?  Have you read it more than once?

There are too many to list and yes I re-read them.

Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

How about favorite book to television series. Hello BBC and Diana Gabbaldon’s Outlander. Can it please be April already?

Your favorite food is?

Well hell, why don’t we just go with a full favourite cheat meal: salmon sashimi, spicy hummas with suicide sauce, a nice glass or two of Wallaroo shiraz and peanut butter cups. I feel like we’ve just gotten into our jammies and braided each other’s hair.

Your favorite color is?

Animal Print. That’s a color right? J

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Rachel Stapleton spent her youth cultivating a vivid imagination inside the book lined walls of an old Victorian library where she consumed everything from mystery to biography, creating magical worlds, hidden elevators, and secret spiral staircases. At sixteen, she penned a column for the local newspaper and in 2006, wrote her first book featuring an adventurous librarian.

She lives in a Second Empire Victorian with her husband and two children in Ontario and enjoys writing in the comforts of aged wood and arched dormers. She is the author of The Temple of Indra’s Jewel and is currently working on a third book in the Temple of Indra series.

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Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Coven’s Calling by @HelenaShaw17

 

Coven’s Calling
Night Hunters

Book Two

Helena Shaw

Genre: Paranormal New Adult

Publisher: Jynxed Moon

Date of Publication: January 30th

Word Count: 70,000 words

Book Description:

Dawn Garrett has left behind the horrors she faced in Goosemont for a life on the road with Jase Byrnes. With his guidance, she’s started her training as a hunter of the things that hide in the shadows.

But that training is interrupted when another hunter needs help on a case. Together, Dawn and Jase head south to Louisiana to discover just what is behind a series of gruesome attacks in the suburb of Bon Marais. It’s the perfect chance for Dawn to show off her new skills, but with real danger lurking everywhere, Jase isn’t ready to let her out of his sight.

She’s sick of being held back, but when someone from her past arrives in Bon Marais, Dawn will face her toughest fight yet. She has to make a choice whether to become the hunter, or to follow her heart.

The trio ate in silence, and Dawn did what she could to keep an eye on the crowd, to listen, but everyone who passed was more occupied with talking about what else they had to buy for Christmas than they were about any of the strange goings-on in town.
“This is a bust,” Jo moaned as she finished her burger. “Most people are downright ignoring us.”
“It’s because we’re a group,” Jase said to her. “It’s harder for people to feel at ease around a group of people they don’t know. Just standing here, we look like we’re watching them. We need to go about this another way.”
“Such as?” Dawn asked, though she knew the answer and was not looking forward to it.
“We need to split up,” Jase said. “Sixty minutes, got that? We meet back at this exact spot.”
“So you can get another burger?” Jo joked.
“Hey, now,” Jase laughed with her. “Just because I want a second helping doesn’t make it my only motivation.”
Dawn wished she could share in their lack of concern, but being left on her own was scarier than she remembered it being only weeks before. She’d grown accustomed to having Jase by her side, and there was no way of knowing if someone—or something—was out in the woods just waiting for them to split up.
Her concerns weren’t long-lived. As Dawn began to pace around the clearing on her own, she couldn’t help but let herself enjoy the sights, the sounds, and most of all, the smells. It was all so familiar, a beautiful flashback to her childhood. A cotton candy stand beckoned her on her left, while a vendor selling fudge called to her from her right. All around her, people were smiling, and a few even said ‘hello’ to her as she passed. Despite the dangers, people seemed friendly. Maybe even forcibly so.
Just as her guard began to drop, Dawn spotted two silhouettes off in the shadows between the motor for the Ferris wheel and the pump for the unused bouncy house. Despite their poufy jackets, their shapes were decidedly female, and with the noise around them, there was no way they weren’t having a conversation they wanted to keep between just the two of them.
Slowly, Dawn made her way through the crowd of people. The two women she was keeping an eye on had their backs to her, and over the noise they might never hear her, but she couldn’t take that chance. She just needed to get close enough to hear something, anything, before she made her retreat again.
Around her the crowd broke, and she managed to get close enough to hear a soft, lilting voice just above the roar of the motor. It wasn’t a voice she recognized—at least, she didn’t think so—but despite its softness, there was anger there.
“Look,” she heard one of them hiss at the other, “I screwed up, but I’m not the only one. You need to keep that damn ghoul on a tighter leash.”
Dawn’s heart skipped a beat. She’d found them. There were at least two witches, and she’d found them. All she needed was to get close enough to them to see who they were before she found Jase and told him just what she’d discovered.
It was risky, but she had to do it. Her heart pounded as she moved. They were only a couple feet away, and all she needed was a quick look and she could disappear into the crowd, unnoticed and unseen.
Her luck was lacking, though, and from the shadows a third figure appeared. Before she could make sense of the hooded face before her, they raised their hand and a fine pink dust clouded the air. In her eyes, her nose, and her throat, the smoky plume burned, and she nearly fell to her knees, coughing in a feeble effort to stop the attack.
It was only when she was able to breathe again that things started to change. With every inhale came a deep warmth that flowed through her veins and filled her with passion, desire, and need.

Character Name: Dawn Garrett

Character Bio: Dawn is a twenty year old quasi-drifter with a dark past. While she grew up in a post condo overlooking Central Park, her life wasn’t as bright as it seemed. The moment she turned eighteen, she was out the door and on the run, doing everything she could to escape an abusive past. From dyeing her hair to wearing colored contacts, she’s always careful to remain “Dawn” and not the scared young woman she left behind in New York.

 

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

My best quality is my determination – when I set my mind to something, I do it. My worst is probably either my strong sense of flight when things get rough, or my moments of jealousy.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

Part of me wishes I could just let everyone know about my past, it would make things easier in some regards, but a lot harder in others.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

That my name isn’t really Dawn! I grew up as Jennifer, and I’ve gone by a few others since, but Dawn suits me and I’m keeping it as long as I can.

What are you most afraid of?

My stepfather, but recently you can add werewolves to that list.

What do you want more than anything?

To become the kind of hunter that Jase would be proud to call his partner.

What is your relationship status?

 Honestly, I’m not sure. Sometimes I think Jase is my boyfriend, sometimes I think we’re just lovers, but I’m his partner at the very least. I just need to find the right time to ask him that question myself.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Practical. I’ve done the designer thing in the past and I know it would not work for tracking a monster through the woods for days on end.

How much of a rebel are you?

 I’d say I’m not, but other people would disagree with me and I know it.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Taking the plunge and leaving home at eighteen without a dollar to my name. Freedom is worth more than money.

What is your idea of happiness?

Not having to look over your shoulder every time you leave the house.

What is your current state of mind?

Pensive, I don’t like using computers much, too easy for people to track.

What is your most treasured possession?

A photo of my old boss, Jim, my old coworker, Gabe, and my late best friend, Courtney and I.

What is it that you most dislike?

Fake people, the ones that act like they care about you, but only use it to hurt you.

Which living person do you, most despise?

My stepfather, Richard.

What is your greatest regret?

 Leaving Goosemont without a real good-bye.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Loyalty and compassion.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Lately? Buffy Summers!

Which living person do you most admire?

Malala Yousafzai – she doesn’t let anything stop her.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

To be physically stronger, but I’m working on it.

What is your motto?

Never give up.

 

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Book Blast & Giveaway: The Love Edy Series by @ShewandaP

Presented by: Bittersweet  - Love Edy # 2 by Shewanda Pugh Audience: Young Adult - Genre: Romance - Formats: E-book and Paperback - Publisher: Razor’s Edge - Cover by: Regina Wamba of Mae I Design - Editor: Emma Fry - Pages: 280 pages - ISBN: 978-0692333822 - ASIN: B00P2UC1S2 - Date Published: 9 December 2014 In the aftermath of one tragic and uncertain night, Edy and Hassan shut out the chaos with a kiss. But when Hassan's traditionalist mother sees that kiss … well, a nightmare of a different sort begins. After all, he still has an arranged marriage on the horizon. Love attacks the glue of their two bonded families; while the slow tug of success pulls Edy and Hassan in opposite directions. After denying their feelings for so long, they now have each other, but are forced to ask themselves if being together is worth it. Amazon / Goodreads Hassan examined the gash on his right hand with mild interest, curious as to what point he’d earned it. His hand shook; his whole arm shook, and the tightness in his chest worked like a vice. He believed he could whittle away the panic. He believed he could wish away the night. He closed his eyes, opened them, and found all exactly as it had been. He swatted at the EMT impatiently as his legs dangled from the rear of the ambulance. “That’s enough,” Hassan said. “I’m good.” The man frowned down at his work. He’d cleaned the wound, applied an ointment, and looked at a roll of gauze longingly. “Really, you should let me—” “I said ‘no.’” Hassan snatched his arm free and stood. They’d rolled Wyatt away on a gurney. When that happened, the wheel of the stretcher had bumped on the door frame’s ledge, causing his arm to swing out from the bed. Long, white, limp—that was Hassan’s last image of him. He thought of it now as he stared at the Green’s front entrance. A uniformed officer banged at the door. Another stood at his side. The wind howled in response. He couldn’t watch that. He couldn’t stand this. Swarming, aimless flashing lights, the methodical sectioning and combing of here and there, and Wyatt’s swinging arm, slipped out to greet him. He’s dead. No one loses that much blood and lives. Hassan’s thoughts turned to Edy, Edy whose friend had been shot. Quick steps brought him to her, in the cold, in the dark, in the madness they’d rushed home. Get to her was his only command. She stood underneath a winter-stripped oak wrapped in a fleece Patriots blanket. Seeing her reminded him of his own bare arms and of how cold he should have been. He slid in with her, wrapped her in the circle of his arms so tight, and exhaled a puff of exhaustion. Better, he thought. Best. Because he couldn’t think just now. He could only feel and breathe in drafts, so wrecked was he from the senselessness of it all. Some part of him, some inner part, fractured and burned, fluttering off in winter winds ashen piece by ashen piece. “Hassan,” Edy said. “I—I’m freaking out. I’m going to lose it completely.” Her eyes swept the lawn without seeing, watering to overflow, sliding into panic. “Edy,” he said, but she didn’t hear. “Edy,” he repeated, but she still didn’t hear. She gripped the fabric of his shirt at the waist, fisting it with a hand and twisting. He pulled her in so they were forehead to forehead and trembling. She would keep it together or he would unravel right with her. Love Edy -  Love Edy # 1 Pages: 313 pages -  ISBN: 978-0692027141 - ASIN: B00L89KZ16 When Edy Phelps falls hard for her best friend, she knows nothing can come from it. Forget actual chemistry, or the fact that she cherishes his mother more than her own; centuries of tradition say that Hassan will grow up, marry the girl his parents pick, and forget his best friend: the dancer with the bursting smile. Except he can't. In a world erupting with possibilities for the boy with a body of steel and dreams of the NFL, everything seems promised while nothing at all is; when he's denied the girl he wants most. Two hearts. Two families devoted through generations of friendship. Could Edy and Hassan really risk all that? And yet ... how could they not? Amazon / Goodreads a Rafflecopter giveaway Shewanda Pugh is a tomboy who credits Stephen King with being the reason she writes romance. In 2012 she debuted with the first novel in a three part contemporary adult romance series, Crimson Footprints. Since then, she's been shortlisted for the AAMBC Reader's Choice Award, the National Black Book Festival's Best New Author Award, and the Rone Award for Contemporary Fiction in 2012 and 2013. She has an MA in Writing from Nova Southeastern University and a BA in Political Science from Alabama A&M University. 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Book Blast: Jezebel Jones by @JGRWriter

Presented by: Sparkle Book Tours Jezebel Jones by Janice G. Ross Audience: Adult (18+) - Genre: Steamy Romance, Multicultural, BWWM - Formats: E-book - Publisher: Cultural Cocktails - Cover by: Cultural Cocktails - Editor: Lionheart Publishing House - Pages: 35 pages - ASIN: B00SEO1QQ6 - Publishing Date: 11 February 2015 Anyone can say they're completely fulfilled with life. They can say all the right words and even behave as if not a darn thing is wrong even when their insides are hollowed out. And eventually, they'll search, dig, pry and perhaps bargain for a chance at satisfaction. If I can't be satisfied, then I guess I'll settle for what I can get. Right? Maybe? -Jezebel Jones ~~~~~ Jezebel Jones and Jason Marks have been the rock in each other’s lives for years. No one knows Jezebel as well as Jason, and vice versa. As Jezebel comes to terms with being alone, she decides to settle for her ever-faithful friend. Although she’s never loved him romantically, Jezebel would like to believe that she could. Will their friendship withstand the changes? And when Jezebel least expects to be swept away, she meets Aidan Broder. He stimulates her mind, body and soul. Even as Jezebel gets closer to him, she’s still afraid to dive in completely and finds herself in the middle of two men. In the end, Jezebel will have to make a choice between a man that has always loved her and a man that wants to love her. Amazon “I’m not a heartbreaker,” Jezebel responded. The pain had become too much to hide or hold back, especially after hearing the heaviness of his words. She clutched her throat, trying in earnest to stop the cries. “You’re already breaking my heart. Each second I see you torn over your friendship with another man.” Aidan shifted from one leg to the other. His hand slipped into his pockets. He was vulnerable, Jezebel could see it in the way his head kept adjusting away from her. “I’m sorry, Aidan . . .” she mouthed, her words drowning out in the midst of 1:30 a.m. traffic and distant sounds of the performance. “Can we leave?” Aidan nodded. Jezebel wrapped her fingers around his, taking charge for once, feeling the need to let him know she cared. She had forgotten how to care a long time ago. She texted her friends from the car, afraid of Aidan disappearing if she went inside. They drove in silence while she planned for the night ahead. Aidan pulled into her driveway and got out to open her door. She noted that the car was still running. “You’re not coming in?” she asked when he took her hand. Jezebel touched the sides of his face, then the nape of his neck. She attempted to kiss him, but he remained distant. “Aidan,” she breathed into his face. “You’re too complicated for me, Jezebel.” “I thought you liked that about me,” she joked. Her nerves tingled; she felt scared, nervous. “Let’s go inside.” “I’m heading home,” Aidan mumbled. “Why?” Jezebel recognized her inconsistency, even how unfair she was being toward Aidan’s feelings. And still it was difficult to just allow him to leave. “Please, stay?” Tears poured down her face, and she pressed into his chest. He didn’t initially take her into his arms. She saw how hard he was fighting his emotions. Janice Ross was born in Guyana, South America and migrated to the USA in 1980. Although her citizenship certificate now reads the United States of America, she considers herself a citizen of the world. Sure she has not physically been around the world and back, but she’s travelled in her mind and dreams. Janice is an author. She enjoys writing about social issues and personal experiences. Janice’s debut release was entitled Damaged Girls. She uses the three books in that series to detail the effects of different forms of abuse, discussing issues that are known to be taboo. Her next release, Jumping Ship, is a dedication to her country of birth and an introductory novella to the Island Hopping Series. It is a colorful and emotional experience of life, love and family. As of present, she is also a contributor to a short story collection – Just Between Us, Inspiring Stories by Women. And lastly, Loving Nate, a novella about the realities of losing one’s self to love. Janice enjoys reading. And is drawn to stories with distinct characters that she can love or hate, characters she can form alliances with or characters that she can swear off and despise. She is also weak for a good cultural tale, preferably in the form of historical fiction. Janice loves to be taken off guard by clever language and settings. Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Amazon / Pinterest / Google +