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Cover Reveal: The Vow by @DD_Chant

BOOK INFORMATION TITLE – The Vow SERIES – The Lady Quill Chronicles AUTHOR – D.D. Chant GENRE – Historical Fiction PUBLICATION DATE – July 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 107,500 PUBLISHER – Self Published COVER ARTIST – D.D. Chant BOOK BLURB / SYNOPSIS Dear Reader, My next story begins with Valrek, where Lord Rafe and Lady Adele’s arrival was cause for much celebration and rejoicing. However, Finan of Gourney, Rafe’s foster brother and the captain of Valrek’s army, could not help a lingering feeling of worry. Were Rafe and Adele truly safe from Lord Kyule’s hate? As Finan fights the shadows in his past, he must face the added problem of Lady Esme, Rafe’s sister. Used to keeping his distance from the ladies of Valrek, circumstance forces him to bear Lady Esme constant company. As danger and treachery envelops them both, Finan and Esme find themselves drawn together to fight for their loved ones. What secrets will they unearth in their search for the truth? Will they find their stories to be more closely linked than either of them ever knew? Allow me please to answer these questions. Lady Quill GOODREADS - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22463885-the-vow EXCERPT

Finan lay perfectly still on the bed and listened to the wood crackling and spitting in the fire. Esme was seated beside the flames, her head bent over her task. Finan had been ignoring her for so long that he had given himself a headache. Why couldn’t she just leave him in peace? She sat completely unconcerned and carefully set feathers to the wooden shaft of arrow after arrow. He was thankful at least that she was accomplishing some task more useful than garish embroidery. The sound of the spiting flames made him restless. Every pop caused him to tense and the acrid smell of smoke brought a gagging sensation to his throat. He wondered vaguely if he would ever be able to sit beside a fire and simply enjoy its warmth ever again. Would the nightmares continue to plague him? He shuddered involuntarily remembering the fear for Rafe’s safety and the overall impression that something was wrong. He had tried to ignore the memories, pushing them to the edges of his mind, but they refused to be quelled. Finally he had faced the fear and realised that the consequences of the night he was injured were far from over. He thought back to the fiery room, closing his eyes and forcing himself to relive every horrible detail. There could be no denying the truth; the fire had not been an accident. Even that night, with worry for Rafe taking up almost every thought, he had seen the truth. There had been no trailing flames from the fire, they had be concentrated around Rafe’s bed in a very suspicious manner. The furniture in the room had been moved to block in the bed, as though someone had been trying to make sure that even if Rafe did wake, he would not be able to escape. Who within Valrek’s wall would lift their hand against their master? It was not possible that an enemy had breached Valrek’s defences, he would stake his life on his men’s conscientiousness. Nothing passed through Valrek’s wall without detection, not so much as a mouse. Was it possible that it had been Rafe that, through his own carelessness, had started the fire? He had been the worse for wear, having imbibed more freely than was his custom of the mead served at the feast. Finan shook his head, he couldn’t believe it. Rafe was far too competent a soldier to make such a mistake, however drunk he might have been. Years of admonitions drilled care within a soldier when it came to dealing with fire. That meant it had been deliberate. As unthinkable as it was, someone with Valrek’s wall wanted Rafe dead. “What is it?” Esme’s voice held a slightly exasperated note and Finan pretended sleep. He had no wish to speak to her, in fact he was fast coming to the conclusion that she was the most irritating of her sex. Had he been in a more generous frame of mind he would have realised that he knew several far more unpleasant woman. However Finan was feeling out of charity with the world in general and Esme most especially. “I know you are awake, Finan, is there anything you require?” Finan gritted his teeth against the retort that sprang to his lips and forced himself to remain calm. He was an easy tempered man usually, but the constant pain had shredded his tolerance completely. However losing his temper had not helped him so far and it galled him to let Esme know how badly she affected his equilibrium. “I need nothing, my lady.” Cool fingers touched his brow and he opened his eyes to find her beside him. A worried frown touched her face and her lips formed the thoughtful pout that was becoming so familiar. It was an endearing habit he remembered from her childhood, but it irritated him horribly now. More worrying was the fact that he hadn’t heard her move. A man that prided himself on his ability to hear even the stealthiest of approaches and he had not been aware. He blamed lady Esme’s addiction to the manly pursuit of hunting for the silence with which she moved. “You do not seem fevered,” she mused aloud, transferring her hand from his brow to his cheek and then to his neck. Finan felt and uncomfortable churning in his stomach, as though Brute had almost succeeded in unseating him. “I am well enough, you need not concern yourself with me.” Esme grinned. “What an odd sort of healer I would be if I did not concern myself with my patients comfort.” She smoothed the hair back from his brow. “What troubles you, Finan?” For the first time Finan noticed the dark circles around her eyes and the tired stiffness pervading her body. Had she slept at all last night? He had very little recollection of his nights rest, but he clearly remembered hearing her soothing voice each time he had regained some lucidity of thought. An uncomfortable guilt washed over him. Lady Esme had seen to his wounds and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. That he had not wanted her help did not excuse the rudeness of his behaviour. “Is it Evoric?” Esme gazed forthrightly in to his eyes, her words as unadorned as Rafe’s always were. The only sign that she was uneasy with her question, was the way her work roughened finger traced the edge of the furs covering the bed. “Why do you ask that?” “You spoke of him last night when you were feverish.” “I did?” Panic raced through his veins. What had he said? Worse, what unmanly feelings had he betrayed? “You still miss him as violently as though his death had occurred just yesterday, do you not?” “He was my brother.” “He was my brother too.” “Tis not the same.” Esme gazed at him unwaveringly for a few moments, chewing her bottom lip. “Perhaps that is so, but it does not change the fact that I love and miss him as well.” Finan did not answer her, his heart had begun to thump uncomfortably in his chest. He did not wish to talk of Evoric, to remember his pain. It was still too raw, over the years he had managed to bury his memories so deep he could almost believe on occasion that he had rid himself of them completely. Concealing his hurt from the world gave him some relief. Yet ever since Rand had re-entered their lives, forcing them to revisit old wounds, the protective wall he had built had begun to crumble. After last night it lay in ruins about him, freeing his agony to consume him once more. The years that had passed had not provided him with any more defences against its onslaught than he had possessed in youth. He worried had no strength to pull himself from the mire of his despair a second time. It had been years since he had dreamed of Evoric. Years of precarious, uneasy peace that he had grown accustom to, that had been his salvation as a boy. Now it was gone and Esme was prodding the festering wound it had exposed. “Finan, will you not tell me? Perhaps I can help?” “Why? Why should I tell you? Why should I rip my soul apart just so that your curiosity can be appeased?” demanded Finan, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Who wants you to understand? Who wants your help?” As he spoke, he stood, advancing on her slowly. Apprehension danced in her eyes but she remained defiant, her eyes never breaking contact with his. Every step she retreated before him was diffident, until he had her backed against the wall. “Why must you always seek to interfere in my affairs? You have no right and you are greatly mistaken if you suppose I welcome your meddling.” Esme lifted a hand and carefully placed it against a healthy and undamaged patch of skin on his chest. He looked down, surprised at her touch and the firmness with which she pushed him back a step. For a long while they looked at each other in silence, her large eyes filled with compassion. It shook him, for he had expected, wanted, to scare her, hoping she would run from him as she had once before. “I only wish for you to heal, Finan. Evoric would not want you to be alone and filled with misery and sadness any longer. I cannot watch you despair and suffer like this. Your grief is a poison spreading through you, an agony you bear in silence. You must learn to let it go.” “How am I to let it go? Must I forget Evoric? Would you be able to let go if you were to lose Rafe?” An inflection of pain crossed her features but he steeled himself against the regret burning through his veins. “I would hope there would be a friend with whom I could share my sadness, someone who would comfort me.” “Am I to gather that you wish to be such a person to me?” taunted Finan coldly. Anger simmered in her eyes but she refused to be bated. “I think that Rafe or Leofric would be more suitable friends to choose. You can at least bear their company.” Her bracing words were free from accusation but for some reason he still felt as though he’d been slapped.

AUTHOR BIO: Hi everyone! My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty seven and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England, with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy, who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) dogs and some Koi. The Lady Quill Chronicles is one of three series that I'm in the middle of writing. I have a post apocalyptic series (the Broken City series, I released the 2nd book in February of this year) and a dystopian series (The Chronicles of Discord). I also have a series of humorous shorts, the Claire series. I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them. I love reading and have a kindle: I'll read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!! AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS BLOG – WEBSITE - FACEBOOK – TWITTER – GOOGLE+ GOODREADS – SHELFARI – WATTPAD BOOK ONE AMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE CA – AMAZON KINDLE UK – SMASHWORDS – GOODREADS GIVEAWAY PRIZES 4 copies of The Promise (The Lady Quill Chronicles, 1#) via smashwords.com a Rafflecopter giveaway

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Title: Savannah’s Journey
Series: City Lights
Book #/Vol #: 1
Author: Kathleen Ann Gallagher
Audience: Adult
Genre: Contemporary romance
Formats: E-book and Paperback
Publisher: Beau Coup Publishing
Pages: 216 pages
ASIN: B00KPIPUSE
Publishing Date: June 3, 2014
 










 
Savannah Mason, the career minded journalist, spends long hours at work, hoping to take the spot as anchor. She continues to fight for independence and refuses to allow her demanding father to take control of her life, despite his wish for her to take over his surgical practice. On her darkest day twelve years ago, she agreed to give her baby up for adoption. Now, on her daughter’s birthday, a chance encounter gives Savannah an opportunity to explore a corner of her heart she thought was lost forever. Rob Sinclair a renowned surgeon and NY Times best-selling author has a new release and needs a promo spot on the television show, The News Stop. When Savannah gets to conduct the interview over the senior reporter, a door opens to her future. However, first she must face the unsettled issues in her life, before she is free to accept love. The last thing she wants is a relationship, especially one with a divorced, doctor who happens to have two small children. A man, who seems all wrong for her, slowly weaves himself into her heart. Can he accept her when he learns about her past? Rob’s commitment to climb the ladder of success and provide a good life for his family, keeps him on the road for days at a time. When he meets the assertive newswoman, desire and passion awaken his broken spirit. How will he ever be able to trust another woman? Savannah and Rob’s strong attraction is undeniable as they journey to a place where honesty and the power of forgiveness, can guide them both home. Will it be enough to heal the scars of the past and allow them another chance for love?



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“Would you like to come inside for coffee or tea?” Savannah “I’d love to,” he answered without hesitation.
Once at her doorstep, she fumbled for her keys. One part of her didn’t want the night to end.
Rob followed behind her and broke the silence. “So, this is what the inside of a newswoman’s place looks like.” He glanced around.
If only she’d straightened up earlier in the day. The dining room table looked like a cyclone hit it. Between the newspaper pile, junk mail, and paper plates you couldn’t even see the table. “I’ve been so busy lately.”
“Tell me about it. My kids constantly complain how many hours I work. I’m lucky if I can spare a moment at the end of the day to myself.”
The mention of his children reinforced the reason why she should put a halt to the playful flirtation. The wall she had set up to keep her safe from sorrow and guilt hit her in the face. She retreated to a safe place inside her heart, whenever she came close to a reminder of her past. Savannah was skilled at putting her feelings aside and instead put a smile on her face.
“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Do you prefer regular or decaf or how about organic green tea?”
“Tea sounds good to me. Green tea carries health benefits, too.”
“I’ll be right back.” How cute, a medical reference. A fresh brewed tea took a few minutes in the new system she’d purchased at a specialty shop. A bag of oatmeal cookies made with all natural ingredients came in handy and she reached for them along with the cups. When the tea was done, she put a few cookies on the tray and carried it to the living room. The last thing she expected was to play hostess.
“Here you go.” She placed it down on the coffee table.
Rob patted the spot next to him. “It’s time to relax. You’ve had a tiring day.” He took a few sips of tea and placed the mug down on a coaster.
His doting words reminded her of the typical thing a doctor would say, but his caring nature appealed to her. With Rob sitting so close, her hands shook. They exchanged playful glances. Rob stood and went over to the sliding glass doors. “You have a great view from here.”
She got up and slowly moved toward him. Her chest tightened with each step. As she approached him and admired his broad shoulders, it dawned on her he could be a candidate for People’s sexiest man alive. Control yourself.
“I’m happy here,” she admitted. “I love it when the morning light shines on the water and it mimics fine pieces of crystal.”
Rob slowly approached her. His gaze fixed on her, sent shivers from head to toe. Afraid of what might happen next, she turned away. They were too close for comfort. An electric energy surged between them. Before she could stop him, Rob reached for her and pulled her up against his chest. “You’re an amazing woman, Savannah.” His lips met hers and he cradled her head in his hands as if she was a precious jewel. It all happened so quickly, she didn’t have time to react. The warmth of his touch sent waves of heat down her stomach and in between her legs as the world stood still. When Rob’s hands moved slowly across her back, it took her to a level of arousal she never expected. She found herself spellbound by the feel of his rock hard body pressed up against her chest. All of the emotions she’d kept inside emerged when Rob held her tight. When they finally parted, she stood frozen in shock with her heart pounding and her ears ringing.
His expression made him look as if he broke the law with his eyes practically popping out of his head. He quickly took a step back. “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry for my rude behavior.”
“You weren’t rude. I didn’t stop you.”







 






 





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Although writing is my passion, nursing is my vocation. I work in an emergency room, and it’s been challenging, and rewarding, to be such an integral part of so many other’s daily struggles. I have a wonderful husband who always offers his support, and never complains about my crazy schedule. One of our favorite romantic getaways is Cape May, New Jersey, an old historic beach town where we take a step into the past, and enjoy life’s simple pleasures. Although my children are all grown with busy lives of their own, Chaz, our Shepherd mix, still dutifully stands guard at the house. We are also blessed with three adorable grandsons.
Other interests of mine include cooking, reading, and the theater. However, spending time with my family is most important to me. Even though my life is filled with work, family, etc., my mind continues to ponder the next story or concept for a new novel.


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Book Blast & Giveaway: Ravensdale by Lucinda Elliot

TITLE – Ravensdale SERIES – That Scoundrel Émile Duois AUTHOR – Lucinda Elliot GENRE – Historical Romantic Comedy PUBLICATION DATE – 19 April 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – Approx 85,000 words PUBLISHER – Elliot COVER ARTIST – Streetlight Graphics BOOK SYNOPSIS When the group of highwaymen headed by the disgraced Earl of Little Dean, Reynaud Ravensdale holds up the hoydenish Isabella Murray’s coach, she knocks one of them down and lectures them all on following Robin Hood’s example. The rascally Reynaud Ravensdale – otherwise known as the dashing highwayman Mr Fox – is fascinated at her spirit. He escaped abroad three years back following his supposedly shooting a friend dead after a quarrel. Rumour has it that his far more respectable cousin was involved. Now, having come back during his father’s last illness, the young Earl is seeking to clear his name of murder, even if he is living as an outlaw meanwhile. Isabella’s ambitious parents are eager to marry her off to Reynaud Ravensdale’s cousin, the next in line to his title. The totally unromantic Isabella is even ready to elope with her outlaw admirer to escape this fate – on condition that he teaches her how to be a highwaywoman herself. This hilarious spoof uses vivid characters and lively comedy to bring new life to a theme traditionally favoured by historical novelists – that of the wild young Earl, who, falsely accused of murder by the machinations of a conniving cousin and prejudged by his reputation, lives as an outlaw whilst seeking to clear his name. ‘Ravensdale’ is a fast paced, funny and romantic read from the writer of ‘That Scoundrel Émile Dubois’, following the adventures of that character's equally roguish cousin and set in 1792, just prior to the outbreak of the French Revolutionary Wars and two years before the story of 'That Scoundrel Émile Dubois' . BUY & TBR LINKS AMAZON KINDLE US   /   AMAZON KINDLE UK   /   AMAZON PAPERBACK   /   GOODREADS

Jumping the ditch, he vanished amongst the shrubs and bushes. Longface, following more cautiously, nearly twisted his ankle. Suddenly, Mr Fox sprang behind a bush. Longface leapt behind a lilac tree. The strapping wench who’d floored Filthy Fred came round the side of the house, holding a pair of pistols, and made for a target fixed to one of the shrubs. She wore a pale lemon dress with matching floppy bonnet contrasting with her dark mane of carelessly piled up waving black hair. Longface supposed that she looked quite pretty. The sight of her had an astounding effect on his companion, who reeled on his feet and ogled like a madman. She went over to a bench, and began to load the pistols. Longface shuddered. She got into difficulty with loading the wadding in the first, and after struggling for a while, shocking Longface with her language, threw it on the bench and marched about the adjoining rose garden in her rage. Here Mr Fox showed the full extent of his madness. He stole up to the bench, and using a stone, hammered the wadding securely into place, darting back as the girl turned. Longface awaited detection. On seeing that the pistol had been loaded, the girl merely raised her eyebrows, smiled, and moved towards the target. Longface, behind a bush nearby, threw himself to the ground, covering his head with his arms. The shot rang out. Looking up, he saw that she had shot through the centre of the target and was smiling happily. Longface, startled at how charming her smile was, dreaded its affect on the deranged Mr Fox, who quivered and seemed about to have a fit. The next hour was both dull and nerve racking. The besotted outlaw dodged from bush to shrub, yearning eyes fixed on the hoyden, while she practiced her shooting, singing happily as she loaded the pistol, swearing savagely when she bungled her aim. Longface dreaded that she must see one of them, but Mr Fox was good at concealing himself. Once he sprang behind a bush at the back of which Longface had already rolled. One of his booted feet came down on Longface’s favourite neck cloth. Longface felt at his last gasp when his tormentor finally moved, tearing it and leaving Longface panting. At last, a maid came out to speak to the girl. In frozen horror, Longface heard the words, ‘Mr Ravensdale’. Could this be the cousin whom the rumour went had been involved in the then Viscount’s disgrace? Miss Isabella agreed to be led in, the maid fussing about her heavy dark hair tumbling down, one piece having snaked as far as her waist. On her way into the house, Mr Fox’s goddess dropped a lace edged handkerchief. Of course, as soon as she had gone in, he darted to snatch it up, sniffing it ecstatically and fondling it as if it were the girls’ own flesh. Then he staggered over to a tree, and beating his head on it, muttered of ‘Outlaw’ ‘Cozened, by Hell and the Devil!’ ‘Brigandage’ and ‘Disgrace’. Longface’s embarrassment at this display was swept away in fear that the Young Hothead might do himself an injury. He also wondered vaguely if he was Disgraced himself. The emotional effect was the same, but as after his father’s ruin his goods amounted to half a donkey and a pound in silver, the practical effects weren’t. Meggie was lucky to have had any solvent man offer for her after it, even if her husband was a misery. He started forward to stop Fox just as the outcast pulled away from the tree. Then he stole round the side of the house. Here great windows opened on to a long terrace. With bleeding forehead and wild eyes, he hid behind one of the rhododendrons, staring across at the windows, one being that of a drawing room. Longface feared even more for his sanity, wondering if they would ever leave. After a while, the Disgraced Earl’s patience was rewarded. Several family members came into the room, including the hoyden, now dressed for dinner in ivory silk, her hair up again. She did look well, and the outcast groaned aloud. Longface’s fears were confirmed with the appearance of an upright, tall, vigorous young man who could almost have been the outlaw’s twin. A woman’s voice came stridently over the lawn, repeating, ‘Mr Ravensdale’ as if she could never say it often enough. After a time, this other Ravensdale came up to the piano near the window and Miss Isabella sat down to accompany him while he sang in a fine baritone: ‘Where’er you walk, cool glades shall fan the glade; Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade; Where’er you tread, the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish, where you turn your eyes…’ Mr Fox writhed. Longface felt his pain. Miss Isabella laughed with his cousin as they finished the song, and so the outlaw’s torment wore on. Then Edmund Ravensdale came out onto the terrace to take a turn in the air alone. Now the outlaw’s hand crept to this pistol, and he took aim. The only thing that stopped Longface from throwing himself on him was a strange sense, he knew not from where – that something of the sort had happened before with Reynaud Ravensdale and turned out badly. He stared frozen instead. Then his chief put his hand on the rumpskuttle’s handkerchief and thrust his pistol back into his belt. His cousin went back in. The robber turned away hunched. On his way back towards his horse, he murmured once: ‘Ye Gods, and is there no relief from Love?... On me love’s fiercer flames forever prey, By night he scorches, as he burns by day.’ Longface, dolefully chewing on a piece of grass, muttered, ‘He’s gone fairly off his chump.” After a few more steps, Mr Fox stopped. So did Longface, but the other, without troubling to turn round, called him. Sheepishly, Longface approached. He was astounded that his chief had seen him when he had been hiding so skillfully. Still, Mr Fox had sharp eyes, so needed in their trade. Fox was too distracted even to be angry. He swallowed. “Now you know.” Longface met his eyes, and turned away. “I’m sorry,” he offered. He had once known the torments of love himself. On their long, silent ride back to the inn, Longface tried to think of some comforting words to say, but found none. Perhaps, ‘There must be other strapping wenches with gipsyish looks and a liking for fisticuffs and shooting,’ wasn’t tactful. To suggest Kate’s cure might spark off a fit of rage. So, he kept a discreet silence, fingering his torn neck cloth. As they drew into the inn yard, Longface’s chief spoke. “We’ve got our prize; Jack is to Town. Now is your chance to retire into respectability, Longface, as I’m going for a respectable occupation myself.” To Longface’s amazement, he grinned. Late that night, when all was still in The Huntsman, Reynaud Ravensdale appeared downstairs, light in hand, looking for something. He searched first in the bar, then in the kitchen. At last his eyes fell on the brown bottle of the pedlar’s cure, also known as The Famed and Marvellous Elixir, which stood next to the teapot. Finding a spoon, he poured himself a generous helping, swallowing it in one gulp. Then he stood, eagerly waiting for the result. This came speedily. His eyes widened, his face drained of colour, his breathing quickened and he swallowed and looked very ill for the next five minutes. Finally, recovering enough to speak, he swore heartily, poured the bottle down the sink, and trudged back to bed.

Lucinda Elliot was born in Buckinghamshire England, and brought up in various parts of the UK, as her parents earned a living renovating isolated, old country houses before it became fashionable. Some of these would have made an ideal setting for the Gothic novels she loves to write. Having lived and worked in London for many years she now lives with her family in North Wales and writes. She has many interests, including improving her languages and weight training, and loves a laugh above anything. She’s also an environmental and a classic English novel geek with combined first class honours. AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS: AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE   /   WEBSITE / BLOG 3 eCopy sets of “That Scoundrel Emile Dubois” and “Ravensdale” a Rafflecopter giveawayTour Organized by:

Cover Reveal: SEAL of My Heart by @sharonlhamilton

TITLE – SEAL of My Heart SERIES – SEAL Brotherhood #7 AUTHOR – Sharon Hamilton GENRE – Military Romance, Romantic Suspense PUBLICATION DATE – July 10, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – Full length novel PUBLISHER – Create Space COVER ARTIST – Kendra Egert BOOK BLURB / SYNOPSIS Kate Morgan is engaged to the most eligible bachelor in Sonoma County, the son of a wealthy wine family in Healdsburg, California. On a flight to visit her sister in Portland she is seated next to a young hard-bodied elite soldier who ignites her insides in a strange attraction she cannot deny. Navy SEAL Tyler Gray plans to spend a weekend home before deploying to North Africa with the rest of his SEAL Team 3. But the conversation with Kate has him rethinking his future. The encounter has both of them feeling fate has stepped into their lives and altered their course. Unable to just say goodbye as lovers, they agree to carry on a correspondence. Kate becomes the girl Tyler wants to come home to while she is pressured by her family to reconsider her broken marriage plans. Family secrets are revealed from the past regarding a young Marine and Kate’s mother which brings both heartache and a sense of clarity as old loves are unearthed. From the grave, a Marine’s love letters from the past affect the new love between Kate and Tyler in the present. And when Kate’s life is endangered, will Tyler be the man to save her without sacrificing his own? AMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE CA – AMAZON KINDLE UK AMAZON PAPERBACK – GOODREADS – AUDIBLE - SHELFARI THIS IS A STEAMY ONE

Friday couldn't come fast enough for Tyler. He boarded the plane from San Diego and in just under two hours touched down at Schulz International Airport. Kate ran to him as soon as he entered the small terminal. He dropped his bag and accepted her body slam willingly. His heart was overjoyed. He’d been heavy with worry she’d call him and postpone their get together, and he’d have to go out of country without being with her one more time. Her lips were urgent. She clung to him with fierce need, which was just about the biggest turn-on and something he hadn't dared to dream was possible. He felt her need match and melt into his as the steamy sparks flew and his hands smoothed over her satin skin. Her sweet softness and fresh scent given up to him so willingly, so utterly compliant made him wish somehow his deployment was over, that this was the homecoming he’d get when he could finally stay for more than just two nights. Two little nights! It’s all they had left. He wanted to see everything about where she grew up, meet her folks. Even take a good look at her asshole of a former fiancé and let him know that he was the man he’d have to answer to if the guy had any designs on her. Of course, he was all in. And, thank the God of SEALs, it looked like she wanted him right there next to her as tight as they could get. “Baby it was way too long. We should just go runaway,” he kissed into her hair at the side of her head. “We could disappear. Wanna disappear?” That little giggle as she snuggled under his chin, as her arms came up his back, pulling him into her. Her fingers migrated to comb through the curls at the top of his spine, stroking and squeezing. Her hard pubic bone rode his shaft through his jeans. He pressed her there, hurting with need, and then just hurting. “If you weren’t the man I know you to be, Tyler, I’d take you up on it. God I wish I had a few million stashed away somewhere so we could just do that. But we have this.” She stood on tiptoes and placed her succulent lips across his. “And this is pretty damned good, baby.” “The best.” With one arm wrapped tight about her waist he practically carried her through the glass doors of the terminal to the parking lot beyond, slinging his bag over his left shoulder. Her feet barely touched the floor. She hung onto his shoulders, using her right thigh to gently balance against his hipbone as he walked. She wasn’t light, but he’d carry her all the way to San Francisco if she’d let him. And heck, he and his buddies had carried telephone poles up and down the goddamned beach in a full run in combat boots without hardly breaking a sweat. She’d started to get out her keys and he swiped them from her, giving her another kiss when she showed that fresh smile again. He stowed his bag in the hatch and they drove toward the freeway, heading north. He found the little town of Healdsburg to be charming, reminding him of some of the villages in the South of France, or New England where shops surrounded a lawn square complete with a gazebo and park benches. The square was a gathering place, and he noted the foot traffic was so thick, maneuvering the car to make a right turn as she had instructed, was tricky. They drove down a wide street with grand houses, most of them early California or large bungalow style. At a light green mansion, she ordered him to turn right and pointed around the corner to the back of the property, where he located a lemon yellow cottage. “Nice, Kate. Love it.” “Thank you.” She said bashfully. He could see she was thinking about what they’d be doing just as soon as he got them properly naked. He liked that she was shy, that her cheeks had that just-kissed blush on her fair peachy skin. She stole little glances at him which set his insides on fire. He’d never wanted a woman more.

Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently made best sellers lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. Her SEAL Brotherhood Series continues with books 5, 6 and 7 all releasing this year, as well as audio versions currently completed for the first four of the series. She has been an Amazon top 100 author in Romantic Suspense since last fall. Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series was recently named the #1 Gothic Romance by Amazon. It is now available on Audible. Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class. She lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers.. Website - Blog - Facebook - Twitter - Goodreads - Amazon Author Page - Shelfari - Google+ - Amazon Author Page CLICK HERE TO JOIN THE SEAL of My Heart Launch Party

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46. Ascending

Sherrie Cronin

Genre: Fantasy, contemporary, metaphysical

Publisher: Cinnabar Press

ISBN: 9781941283035

ISBN: 9781941283233

ASIN: B00I58T5FU

Number of pages: 405

Word Count: 135,000

Cover Artist: Jennifer FitzGerald

Book Description:

Teddie likes her country music and her old pick-up truck and she's not sure how she let her best friend talk her into spending a semester abroad in Darjeeling India. Once she arrives, her innocence quickly collides with an underworld in which young women are bartered and sold. As she fights to understand a depravity that she never dreamed existed, Teddie finds that her own mind develops a unique ability for locating her friends and that an ancient group is willing to train her to use her innate skills for out of body experiences to save others.

It will require trust in ideas she barely believes, and more courage than has ever been expected of her. When it becomes clear that the alternative may be her friends' deaths and the unchecked growth of an evil crime lord's empire, Teddie accepts the challenge and shows those guilty of unspeakable crimes just how powerful a young woman can be.

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So when the three American girls came to her office begging for help to find their friend, Amy sighed. This had all the markings of just the sort of case that would get her in trouble with the agency. The involvement of the three American students only made it more probable that this whole thing would reach the press and ultimately the ears of Amy’s superiors back home. So many reasons to give these girls the brush off.

And only one not to.

“What did you say her name was?” Amy asked.

“Usha.” It was the girl with the East-Asian ancestry who spoke up first. “She’s really smart and so happy to be in school, and she has these beautiful big trusting eyes and you’ve got to help us find her.”

The tall confident girl with the long blond hair jumped in. “The school’s been really busy with the aftermath of the earthquake all week. Last night they finally got a hold of her mother who says she has no idea where her daughter has gone and so the school now says that she is just a runaway who couldn’t handle the advanced classes and they are washing their hands of it!”

The pretty one with the head full of black curls added, “We know better. There is no way that’s true. Usha was doing great in her classes. She is in some kind of real trouble.”

“Okay,” Amy sighed. “Start at the beginning and tell me honestly everything you know. No holding back.”

The three girls sat down eagerly and starting talking all at once. Amy smiled at their vehemence, their innocence and their concern for their friend. There was an uncle from another city, and huge debts to be paid. There was no one local to help. The girl wasn’t even from Darjeeling. Amy looked at the photo one of the girls had on her laptop. She sat for a minute in silence as she carefully studied Usha’s face.

A young hopeful human being, full of potential. Just as all young people were. Was that reason enough to get involved? Of course it was.

 

 

Character Name: Teddie

Character Bio: I’m from a small town outside of Houston and I recently turned 17.

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

I’m a great friend and a nice person, but I let people talk me into things way too easily

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

 I have a skill that I keep hidden. Sometimes at night I can leave my body and go places, and I know it’s not a dream because the things I see have always really happened

What are you most afraid of?

I don’t think of myself as all that brave, to be honest, and I especially don’t like heights

What do you want more than anything?

 People to stop being jerks to each other

What is your relationship status?

Unattached right now, although there is this cute guy that I have an online relationship with. He lives far away.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

 Kind of average. My tastes tend towards jeans and cowgirl boots. I like my country roots.

How much of a rebel are you?

I’m pretty idealistic, and when my ideals clash with the way things are then I turn into a fighter.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

I recently played a big part in rescuing two good friends of mine from some really ugly situations. Everybody is all excited about what I did, but seriously, how could I not have not done something?

What is your idea of happiness?

 Driving in my pickup truck, going anywhere I want, playing my country music as loud as I can

What is your current state of mind?

 I just spent like ten months in India. Seriously, eight thousand miles away. I learned to like the place, I really did, but now I am soooo happy to be home.

What is your most treasured possession?

 A picture I took for a friend. She doesn’t even know I was there, and she’s upset that she couldn’t get a photo. I’m going to give it to her someday soon and really surprise her.

Which living person do you, most despise?

The horrible man who did those awful things to my friends. Some Russian mob guy.

What is your greatest regret?

I wish that I could have learned to use my abilities faster and helped my friends sooner.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

 Kindness.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

 Kindness.

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

Right now it would be that I didn’t have this weird gift. I just want to be normal, you know?

What is your motto?

I don’t think of it as a motto, but I guess I kind of like “it’s better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness.” At least, that got me through a lot of tough shit over the past year.

 

 

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Sherrie Roth grew up in Western Kansas thinking that there was no place in the universe more fascinating than outer space. After her mother vetoed astronaut as a career ambition, she went on to study journalism and physics in hopes of becoming a science writer. She published her first science fiction short story long ago, and then waited a lot of tables while she looked for inspiration for the next story. When it finally came, it declared to her that it had to be whole book, nothing less. One night, while digesting this disturbing piece of news, she drank way too many shots of ouzo with her boyfriend. She woke up thirty-one years later demanding to know what was going on.

The boyfriend, who she had apparently long since married, asked her to calm down and explained that in a fit of practicality she had gone back to school and gotten a degree in geophysics and had spent the last 28 years interpreting seismic data in the oil industry. The good news, according to Mr. Cronin, was that she had found it at least mildly entertaining and ridiculously well-paying The bad news was that the two of them had still managed to spend almost all of the money.

Apparently she was now Mrs. Cronin, and the further good news was that they had produced three wonderful children whom they loved dearly, even though to be honest that is where a lot of the money had gone. Even better news was that Mr. Cronin turned out to be a warm-hearted, encouraging sort who was happy to see her awake and ready to write. "It's about time," were his exact words.

Sherrie Cronin discovered that over the ensuing decades Sally Ride had already managed to become the first woman in space and apparently had done a fine job of it. No one, however, had written the book that had been in Sherrie's head for decades. The only problem was, the book informed her sternly that it had now grown into a six book series. Sherrie decided that she better start writing it before it got any longer. She's been wide awake ever since, and writing away.

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Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Death Toll by @FuryMaster

 

 

Death Toll

Ghost Wars Saga

Book 2

Robert Poulin

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Ghost Watch Publishing

Date of Publication: June 2014

ISBN: 978-0-9894469-3-8

ISBN: 978-0-9894469--4-5

Number of pages: 324

Word Count: 96,000

Cover Artist: Hannah Carr

Book Description:

What started out as a routine call led to so much more…

My name is Veronika Kane, and I’m the Captain of the Ghost Watch in the reborn city of Shadow Philadelphia. After we disposed of the city’s previous master and his minions, things were looking up, but in war things are never that easy. A routine call with Detective Frank Cooper blew the cover off of an elaborate scheme to plunge the city of brotherly love into chaos. When Necromancers, Were creatures, and the horrors of Chaos come together it can’t mean anything good.

With new and old enemies joining forces against us, I’m going to need all the help I can get. Lucky for me, my old friend Frank Cooper will be there to lend a hand, along with Brianna, a strong willed were-ferret, and the stormy eyed wizard Nathaniel Carter. I just hope it will be enough to save everyone.

This time, our enemies aren’t just attacking us in Limbo; this time, they are taking the battle to the streets of the living world and its unknowing citizens. If the Old Ones rise, I don’t think there will be anything anyone can do to stop them.

My name is Veronika Kane, and this war is far from over.

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Prologue

Jezebel watched the old crone with a mixture of disgust and fear. She had to suppress a growl of anger as the beast that lurked within her reacted to her fear. Two bitches of her pack stood at her sides; both of the tawny haired women were also watching the crone, but they didn’t do nearly as well as she did in suppressing their fear. Their tense bodies vibrated with the desire to flee. Jezebel licked her lips and smiled predatorily as she momentarily pushed the crone from her mind and allowed her beast to feed on her companions’ fear. The beasts within the other two women reacted to her hunger, and their own desire for blood, meat, and violence pushed the fear of their hosts aside. The three women began rubbing up against each other and growls of playful threat filled the Philadelphia night as they psyched themselves up for the coming hunt. After a few minutes, Jezebel forced her mind back to the work at hand. She’d successfully distracted her subordinates who continued to rub their heads against her and grope her curvaceous body with their hands. More than sexual play, the contact allowed the suppressed beast within them to feel and comfort each other. The beasts were always wanting to fraternize with each other, and hyenas in particular needed it or they’d get quite grumpy. When you became a were-hyena, you left your inhibitions behind. This suited Jezebel just fine; she’d been a stripper in Vegas when she’d been offered the chance to become a were-hyena. She didn’t regret her choice for one moment. She had power now: the beast within her was cunning and strong. The move to Philadelphia had presented many opportunities to grow in power, and one of those opportunities was a new ally. That’s what had taken her and her pack mates away from her strip club this night; the crone was her new ally’s avatar of choice for the moment. Judging from the power that the witch could wield, her ally was even more powerful than she’d imagined. At this point, others would be wondering if they’d gotten in over their heads, but not Jezebel. For her, there was no such thing as too much power. For her, the more power her ally had, the more there was for her to gain. It took Jezebel a moment to spot the crone again, but she did so with little difficulty. Her night vision enhanced beast sight enabled her to penetrate the night shrouded city’s darkest shadows. The old witch was tucked deep into an alleyway across the street from where Jezebel and her companions waited. She was surrounded by three menacing figures who towered over her and gave off a dangerous crimson aura that identified them as vampires. The crone stood against them unafraid, having lured them to the very spot that she’d desired. The vampires weren’t the hunters this night, they were the prey. The witch that stood with them was short, maybe five foot two, and was draped in an unflattering robe of mud brown. Her hair was long, unkempt, and white, and her eyes were black and shadowed by bushy white eyebrows. The nose on her face was pointy and looked too long. The crone had called herself Bridget Bishop when she’d presented herself to Jezebel a few days ago. Jezebel had the uneasy feeling that the woman believed herself to be the very Bridget Bishop that had hanged in 1692: the first of the Salem witchcraft trial victims. After working with the woman for a few days, Jezebel wasn’t at all sure that the idea was impossible. The crone was incredibly powerful, she talked funny, and she knew almost nothing about the modern world. The witch made a sharp gesture and two of the vampires went suddenly rigid and unmoving. The third vampire glanced at her two male companions nervously, but her attention was redirected towards the crone who’d tilted her head so that her throat was bared. Jezebel’s enhanced sense of smell caught the scent of fresh blood on the air. She shuddered as her beast suddenly roared to life, and it took all her strength of will to hold the hyena within her back. The vampire who was only a few feet away from that delicious smell was unable to hold herself back though. She lunged at the witch with blinding speed and plunged her fangs into the crone’s neck. Jezebel had to grab her two companions before they could rush into the alley and join the feast. She let her beast roll over them so that she could fully dominate the two lesser bitches and force their beasts back down. The two lesser beasts cowered in fear from her own dominant beast. She growled at them until they crouched low and pawed at her leather clad thighs in submission.  Meanwhile, the witch had begun to chant and the alley was beginning to fill with a nasty looking green fog. The blood lust quickly evaporated from all of their beasts as their hackles raised and dread suddenly filled them. Shapes were moving in the fog that now almost totally obscured the alley. A tentacle lashed the air at the border of the fog, and a scream of pure terror rent the night. Jezebel shivered as the air was filled with the sound of cracking and breaking bones and wet meat hitting the ground. The horrific symphony went on for what seemed like hours. The crone chanted the entire time. Jezebel’s beast watched with her in fascinated horror, but she sensed that the other two’s beasts had fled to hide in the deepest holes they could find, leaving their hosts huddled together in terror. Finally, the mists began to clear and the movement of huge unseen monstrosities faded. The witch ended her ritual, and a sudden blast of wind cleared the alley of all evidence of green fog. The alley pavement and all the building walls around it were coated in glistening wet gore, yet the crone and the three vampires stood there apparently unscathed and untouched by the gore that covered everything else. The witch cackled in delight and began walking towards Jezebel. The three vampires followed in her wake. They moved like vampires, all graceful and predatory, but their auras were wrong now: their normal scarlet was now flecked with a corrupting yellow-green. The coppery blood scent that often accompanied vampires was also missing from these transformed creatures. Jezebel’s work with the crone over the past few days had alerted her to the fact that the witch had some way of turning vampires to her master’s service, but tonight’s demonstration was the first time that she’d seen how it was done. For the first time in years, Jezebel wondered if she wasn’t in over her head. Could this be done to her and her people, she wondered. As Bridget Bishop drew closer, Jezebel’s bitches began to whimper fearfully, and she turned on them in fury. She grabbed them both by the hair, and her beast launched its claws into them and pulled their beasts from their hiding places. The beast spirit residing within Jezebel wasn’t able to leave her body completely, but as long as some part of it remained in contact with its host it could act against other spiritual creatures as it did now. “Stop your sniveling,” she commanded with a growl that carried her beast’s scent and power. “You are bone-crusher hyenas. Stand up and stop acting like prey!” The two women rose slowly, drawing heavily upon their pack leader’s strength and courage. By the time the witch reached them, the trio was ready to stand together as a team. Jezebel had no illusions though. She would order a retreat before fighting against such odds as the witch and her three vampires. Hyena’s fight best in large packs, and if the crone or her vampires threatened them, she would retreat and gather the others of her pack. “I see you assessing your situation Jezebel,” the hag chortled as she came to a stop a few paces away. The vampires fanned out around her and regarded Jezebel with cold hunger in their eyes. “Nothing has changed. Our alliance was hammered out by the Black Pharaoh himself. The turning is reserved for our enemies. Fulfill your end of the bargain and you have nothing to fear and much to gain.” Jezebel nodded curtly, angry that the witch had read her so easily. “What now?” she asked. “We leave for Providence immediately,” the witch answered and turned towards the Ford Expedition parked at the curb nearby. “Our little strike team has business with the wizards of the Order.” Although Jezebel was aware of the mission, the idea of going up against the wizards caused a shiver to pass through her. The beast within her reacted by raising its hackles, and a soft growl escaped her lips. All creatures of the night knew better than to tangle with the wizards. Avoiding them was usually the best policy if continued survival was important to you. “Don’t fret girl,” the old crone croaked at her. “The Order has grown weak, and the Old Ones fear them not. My master will trod upon the protectors of humanity.” “I ain’t no damn child!” Jezebel growled; her fear of wizards was forgotten as anger flared up in her. She hated the old witch’s patronizing attitude. “My sisters and I will feast upon the meat of wizards and snap their bones between our jaws this night.” The witch’s answering cackle didn’t do anything to improve Jezebel’s mood. Her beast wanted to snap and crunch the crone’s bones more than it wanted anything else in recent memory. Jezebel suppressed a sigh of frustration as she led her pack mates to the Expedition. She wished she could kill something before embarking on this trip; a little violence prior to getting into the vehicle with the exasperating witch would make the next few hours so much more bearable. Even better would have been some sex mixed in with the violence. There was nothing like fucking and getting ones claws good and bloody while doing it. Her head full of lustful, nightmarish fantasies, Jezebel got behind the wheel of the Expedition and revved the engine. Mors Morta stared at herself in the wall length mirror of her personal bathing chamber. She stood totally naked except for the jewelry that glittered in the chamber’s candlelight. A fire opal gleamed at her throat, dangling from a gold chain. Sapphires dangled from silver earrings, and diamond encrusted bracelets flashed at her wrists and ankles. Her nipples were pierced with blood iron, but her favorite piece was the ruby piercing her clit. She licked her ruby lips, and the diamond that pierced her tongue glinted brightly until her tongue disappeared back into her mouth. She was of average height, but nothing else about her was average. Her hair was raven black; it was long, hanging halfway down her back, and straight. Like her hair, her eyes were also black. Her face was perfectly shaped with perfectly proportional nose, lips, eyes, and chin, and her skin gleamed with perfect health: there were absolutely no blemishes. Her breasts were firm and well sized, not overly large. Her legs, hips, and buttocks were what young women dreamed of when they imagined themselves to be movie stars or models. Mors Morta loved to gaze at herself in the mirror. There was no creature more perfect than herself except perhaps her mother, the Morrigan. Thinking of her mother displeased Mors Morta. Being the second most powerful fae and the second most beautiful woman in the world was just intolerable. Mors Morta banished the thought of her mother from her mind with a shake of her head. There was an unannounced guest waiting for her, and he’d already been made to wait while she bathed. She pondered for a moment what she should wear and finally settled on just shadows. She enjoyed teasing men; it was great sport. Aside from that, she never knew before hand whether she’d take a man to her bed. It always depended on how well they played the game. A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she wondered how well her guest would play. Thraknir had warned her that the stranger exuded a mysterious power far beyond what he’d ever encountered. That was saying a whole lot since Thraknir had served in both her court and her mother’s, and she’d have him flayed if he’d exaggerated the guest’s power. She’d gone to great lengths to prepare herself for the man; he’d better be worth the effort. As Mors Morta departed her bathing chamber, shadows gathered around her and formed into a diaphanous gown that both hid and revealed her most private parts with each movement. Her head was held high, and a small smile played across her features as she passed through her dominion and finally entered the sitting room that she’d decided to use for this audience. The room was dominated by a huge fireplace which blazed with a crackling fire. The red carpet was plush and sensuous on her naked feet. The chairs that dotted the room were elaborately gilded affairs made of rare woods and satin cushions. The walls were adorned with expensive original oil paintings and there were two oak bookshelves stuffed with leather bound tomes. The electric lights of the modern age were off. Mors Morta preferred the light of real fire. As she entered the room, she felt the roiling power that came off of the stranger in waves. She knew immediately that he must be containing that power in order for her not to have sensed it miles away. It said a lot about his control that he could hide it until she was in his direct presence. He was standing near the fireplace and gazing into the fire as she walked in. He was tall, a little over six feet, and his hair was brown and shoulder length. His skin gleamed with health, with no visible blemishes, and was perfectly bronzed as if he’d lived his life in the equatorial regions of the world. His eyes were deep brown and were pools of bottomless knowledge when he fixed them on her. He had an eagle’s nose and his body looked perfect and muscular. Mors Morta was filled with lust for the man as soon as her eyes met his; she would bed him whether he played the game well or not; it would be interesting to see if he could survive the ordeal. Only one man had ever done that. “I am Mors Morta,” she introduced herself to the stranger. Her voice was like an angel’s and powerful compulsions rode upon it. Her shadowy gown moved with each word, revealing her secret places. “Who are you to demand an audience with the heir of the Shadow Court?” “I am The Man with Many Names,” the stranger answered quietly. He seemed to be unfazed by her beauty or the magic she was using on him. “I come to you as the avatar of Azathoth, the Lord of Chaos.” Mors Morta pursed her lips in displeasure. The shadows about her grew thicker and hid her body completely. She’d heard of the Old Cults; they worshiped old gods that supposedly predated the Nephilim. Azathoth was their chief deity. Anyone who worshipped the Old Ones was an enemy of the fae in her opinion. She wanted to banish this Man with Many Names immediately, but his power prevented her from ignoring him outright. He was a real threat. What was he doing in Philadelphia, she wondered. “What do you want?” she asked coldly. “One of your minions interfered with my subjects a few days ago,” he answered without emotion. “I want to negotiate an alliance with you. I can make it worth your while. I can give you your fondest wish. Ally with me and I’ll rid you of your mother and you can ascend to her place.” Mors Morta stared at The Man with Many Names in stunned silence. How could he possibly know what her deepest fantasy was? Visions of herself as the most powerful and beautiful fae in the world flashed before her in a vision that she often daydreamed of.

 

 

Character Name: Veronika Kane

Character Bio: I was born to Russian immigrants in the great city of Philadelphia. I was an only child, my mother worked for a telecom while my dad owned his own business, The University City Dojo. Growing up, I was daddy's girl, he brought me to the dojo from the time I was able to walk and he taught me the fighting arts of Jiu Jitsu and Kendo. I became an expert in both styles over the ensuing seventeen years. I was an A student and graduated number four in my class. I was a student at the University of Pennsylvania in Philly when my promising life came to a sudden end at the hands of a serial killer on my 21rst birthday. Now I'm a ghost and you can read about my continuing existence in Wail of the Banshees and Death Toll. 

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

I am loyal, strong wiilled, confident, and I don't like bully's. My biggest weakness is that I tend to be rash, I sometimes act before really thinking things through. I'm also very emotional, which is both a strength and a weakness.

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

I wish people knew that I am really not a violent person. Martial arts were always a sport for me, most importantly it gave me quality time with my dad. Limbo is a violent and dangerous place though, life here has forced me to be violent. I act in defense for myself but more importantly I take action to throw off the shackles of slavery and despotism that have plagued this shadow world since the beginning of its history. I long for peace, but I won't stand by and let bully's enforce there will on good people or ghosts. I've also learned since dying, that monsters really do exist and humanity needs protecting from those monsters.

What is your biggest secret?

Something no one knows about? I registered as a Democrat. That's a big deal in my family, mom and dad are Reagan Republicans.

What are you most afraid of?

I used to think that I wasn't afraid of anything, but since dying I've discovered that I'm afraid of a lot of things. I'm afraid of intimacy but I fear being alone more than anything. I'm afraid of Black Maria, and I despise chaos spiders. Demons also scare me, and I'm scared of losing my mind.

What do you want more than anything?

I want to hold my dad once more. I didn't get to say bye to him.

What is your relationship status?

I'm in love with a wizard named Nathaniel Carter, surprisingly he loves me. You might wondeer how a ghost can be with any human being, its magic. Nathaniel is good at magic

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Most of the time I wear celestial chain armor. When I was alive I was a jeans and t-shirt gal. You can ask my were-ferret friend Brianna about my fashion sense, she'll tall you that I don't have any. It particularly horrifies her since I can wear whatever I want with just a thought.

How much of a rebel are you?

Oh, I'm a big rebel! ask the powers that used to be in Philadelphia. Read Wail of the Banshees and you'll see that I led a revolt. The funny thing is that I'm now the Captain of the Ghost Watch, charged with enforcing shadow Philly's new laws. I think many in the Assembly still consider me a rebel though :)

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

I put together a rag tag army of ghost slaves and we defeated the armies of night. We freed our beloved Philadelphia and began a war of freedom across Limbo.

What is your idea of happiness?

Cuddling with my wizard, he makes me feel alive.

What is your current state of mind?

Happy and confused. Happy because of Nathaniel, confused because new powers have come to me recently. They are dangerous and yet they offer opportunity. I sense that the new powers could change me in a bad way, they are very tempting though.

What is your most treasured possession?

Possessions are useless to a ghost, even celestial steel objects are merely tools. I value my friends the most, both my human and ghost friends.

What is it that you, most dislike?

I hate bully's!

Which living person do you, most despise?

No one comes to mind. Since my death, I've found that there are monsters that are far worst than most people. I do despise the guy who killed me, but he was just another puppet of an even eviler monster.

What is your greatest regret?

Letting Delilah slip through my hands. That bitch needs to be ended.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

strength of character. He should be strong without having to prove it by bullying people.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Self assurance is a quality that bespeaks inner strength.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

I'm a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan.

Which living person do you most admire?

My dad.

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

My nose.

What is your motto?

Never give up.

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Robert Poulin was born and raised in the New England state of Connecticut. After spending his late teenage years in Boca Raton Florida, Robert moved to upstate New York where he lived with his uncle Wilbrod Poulin and attended the State University of New York at Plattsburgh. After earning a Bachelor's in Political Science and a Master's in Teaching, Robert went back to Florida where he taught Social Studies for a few years.

After returning to Northern New York, Robert took a job with the North Country Center for Independence: a disability rights and advocacy organizations. Robert has worked for NCCI for thirteen years and is now the Executive Director. Wail of the Banshees is Robert's first novel; he has been a huge fan of fantasy and science fiction since second grade when he discovered The Hobbit.

Urban fantasy in particular has become Robert's favored genre in the past decade. Robert has been legally blind since infancy, but thanks to a mom that encouraged independence, hard work, and a healthy dose of dreaming, the disability has mostly just been an inconvenience.

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Series Blast & Giveaway: Cimmerian Moon by @amgriffinbooks

 

AGAINST THE DARKNESS

Cimmerian Moon, #1

Genre: Young Adult

Publication Date: June 4, 2014

Seventeen year old Sinta Allen has one objective, to get from Tallahassee, Florida to her mother in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Seems simple enough right? Wrong. Hostile aliens have invaded Earth—and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that we’re losing the fight. While the aliens bring devastation and destruction and take people away to God knows where in their spaceships, Sinta, along with some of her classmates must rely on their survival instincts, a little luck and each other if they want to survive the venture across the country. The last thing she needs is for Wade, her school friend and Jason, her rescuer, to distract her along the way.

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THE ASHES THAT REMAIN

Cimmerian Moon, #2
Release Date: August 6th, 2014

IN DANGER'S EMBRACE

Cimmerian Moon, #3
Release Date: FALL 2014

 

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Book Blast & Giveaway: Skyler Tower by @KhelseyrJackson

 

 

Skyler Tower

AUTHOR NAME: Khelsey Jackson

BOOK GENRE: Suspense Romance

PUBLISHER: Self Published

PUBLICATION DATE: 4-15-14

PRINT LENGTH: _286____ pages

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She is terrified of relationships….
Evangeline Skyler has acquired everything she wanted in her life, she is a successful C.E.O. of Sky Tech. The only thing she doesn't have is a love life. When she meets a gorgeous dark haired man in a grey suit he starts to unravel her.
Angelo Giovanni is there to interview the beautiful but secreted Ms. Skyler. When he sees her he is stunned, her pictures don’t do her justice. He will do anything to be the one she turns to.
Someone is stalking her…
But when someone starts stalking her and sending her creepy messages she turns to her long time driver and friend Axel Roberts.
Who will be the one to steal her heart, and the one to break her trust?

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She devoured his mouth with deep sweeping strokes of her tongue causing him to groan in her mouth. She loved knowing she was the reason for that groan, and hoped she would make him groan and moan later. But right now all she could think about was his lips on hers. He spread his hands wide on her back and moved one hand up to the middle of her back and the other one to cup her bottom.

He held her tighter to him, and she felt his excitement against her stomach as she pulled harder on his hair to hold him closer. Never had she wanted someone as much as she wanted Angelo Giovanni. He drove her crazy.

When he tore his alluring mouth from hers, and he stared down at her something flashed in his dark eyes. "We need to get a bedroom now, I want to be with you in the bed not against the front door."

She laughed and shrugged. "I would never look at my door the same again."

"Bedroom," he growled.

She smirked and moved passed him. "Follow me," she said and started to saunter up the stairs to her bedroom.

Once in her bedroom she kicked off her shoes and shrunk five inches, but he was there with his hands teasing her bare arms. She adored the feel of him touching her, she had not been touched like this in so long. He dropped to his knees in front of her and looked up at her.

"Your beauty could weaken men," he said as he slowly started to lift her dress. "I have never wanted something this bad and I am afraid if I don't have you now I will lose my mind."

"Then take me now, I don't need or want foreplay." He stood up but kept the hem of her dress in his hands. He deliberately took his time taking her dress off and she was left standing in front of him in her white push-up bra and lacy boy shorts.

"I am one lucky man to see you like this," he said and ran his soft fingers down to the dip in her cleavage. "You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen." He dropped his head to her breast and lightly kissed her and he repeated the same action to her other breast. He brought his eyes to hers as he unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the ground at her feet with her discarded dress.

His scorching sinful mouth closed around her nipple causing her to arch into him. "I want you now," she barely recognized her own voice. He glanced up at her and she felt him take her underwear slowly off of her leaving her completely naked and him still fully clothed. She bit her bottom lip and wondered how much she could be in control with him. "Undress for me." She kept her voice even and gradually backed up to her bed and sat down.

He narrowed his chocolate eyes but a smile played at the corner of his lips. He brought his large hands to the base of his shirt and quickly removed it, his bronzed sculpted chest was within reaching distance from her. She knew she was staring at a work of art as he had spent countless hours making himself look marvelous.

She licked her lips when his hands unbuttoned his pants and he slowly removed his dark color pants. Black briefs were under and she could see how large he was.

She reached in her nightstand and pulled out an unopened box of condoms, Angelo smirked down at the box in her hands. "Were you ready for tonight or do you always keep an unopened box next to your bed?" his accent seemed thicker than it was when they first started the night.

She liked to be prepared even if she wasn't having sex so she enjoyed being the one with the condoms. She was on birth control but had never had sex without protection. "I like to have safe sex." He arched his eyebrows but took the box out of her hands and opened it to pull out one of the black wrappers. He took off his underwear and her mouth grew dry. He was bigger than she thought. Yes, she had been with men that were well endowed but he put her largest lover to shame.

She enjoyed watching him slowly place the condom on him, and then he took her by surprise by not going to her but laying on his back on the bed with his hard cock jetting up.

"You are in control, Evangeline." He rested his arms behind his head and gazed at her challenging her. She grinned and crawled to him, then she placed one leg over him and leaned forwarded to brush her lips against his.

Unhurriedly she started to rub herself on him, and deepened their kiss by twisting her fingers in his hair. He moaned when she lowered herself on the tip of him and she slowly moved up and down on him. Taking him slow, she could still feel him stretching her. She opened her eyes and found him staring at her, and she knew at the moment she would do anything he wanted to have this again.

His hands found her hips and he gently lifted her up and down; she threw her head back and moaned as she grind on him.

"You look even more stunning when you are on the edge of your release." She brought her eyes back to his and was speechless. She wasn't sure what to say to that, and didn't have time to respond because he flipped her to her back. "I love your slow and easy but I want to make you scream for me, Evangeline." She wrapped her legs around his waist and hooked her ankles together.

He grinned down at her as he started to move faster in and out. One of his hands rubbed and slightly pinched her clit. She felt her release building and she gasped. She wasn't going to last too much longer and when he arched his hips up a little hitting her spot she couldn't stop herself from exploding around him. Angelo dropped his head to her shoulder and bit down when he slammed into her groaning her name.

 

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Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: The Zombie Axiom by @PaintWriteDave

 

 

The Zombie Axiom

In the Time of the Dead

Book I

David Monette

Genre: Horror/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Severed Press

Date of Publication: April 11, 2014

ISBN-10: 1925047717

ISBN-13: 978-1925047714,

ASIN: B00JM38JZY

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Number of pages: 310

Word Count: 113,000

Cover Artist: David Monette

Book Description:

A handful of survivors claw out a life amid the ruins of the world, all the while fighting the zombie hordes.

In Northern New York State, three uncommon allies lead one of these bands in this epic struggle as they learn both the strengths and weaknesses of their enemies… and of themselves.

Pushed to their limits and holed up on a remote lake island, life has taken on a new normality. That is until winter arrives and all hell will freeze over. For it is then that the open waters of the lake, the only barrier against the unrelenting dead, will freeze. And the monsters will come. By the thousands…

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The sudden blare of the digital clock shocked Virgil awake like a stinging slap. Eyes wild with fear, his right hand shot under his pillow and emerged gripping a loaded 9MM pistol. Sitting, gasping, the giant of a man cast about, searching for the ghosts that haunted his sleeping mind. But the weapon withheld its promise of violence when all that he could detect were motes of dust drifting in lazy swirls through the morning light of his bedroom. The gun slipped from his hand.

“Nothing, nothing… nothing. Nothing’s there. Nothing,” he whispered to himself as his chin sank to his chest and his long brown hair slopped down to hide the blunt contours of his face. With his eyes squeezed shut he vigorously rubbed his temples and, like a man freshly pulled from the sea, deeply inhaled the stale air of his trailer.

At length he pulled his heavily muscled frame upright and shut off the clock alarm. He threw on a pair of shorts and a folded T-shirt from the chair where he had set them aside the night before and wandered from his room and down a narrow hallway to the living room. Stifling a yawn, he maneuvered through an impressive collection of weightlifting equipment until he arrived in the kitchen, where he listlessly consumed a bowl of cold cereal while gazing at the pathetic patch of grass that comprised the front yard outside his home.

And he tried not to think.

It didn’t work. Never did. His thoughts kept drifting back to the dark corners where the foul things lay... things he’d done, things he’d seen, things he… had….

He flipped the now empty plastic bowl into the sink with a snort of frustration and turned on his television for the noise, something to drive away the images, the memories.

Didn’t work. Never did. So he did the one thing that always seemed to work. Walking over to his gym equipment, he hefted a forty-five pound weight and slammed it onto an Olympic weight bar that was perched on the uprights of a flat bench. Exhaustion would do the trick. Always did.

Two hours later, sweating in the heat of his home, Virgil stepped into the bright morning and squinted at the glare of a day that was promising only heat. Slipping on his dark sunglasses, he surveyed the scene around his house. It was a depressing sight for the most part. His dilapidated trailer was one among many such residences that were crammed on a strip of land that no one else would choose to inhabit other than those desperate enough for a home that was cheap. Situated as it was down a steep hill at the end of a dead-end street and with the river only two feet from flooding the entire area, which it regularly did, it was a wonder that the city hadn’t yet closed the place down.

Noticing nothing out of place, no one watching, no one waiting for him to offer them a target when he turned his back, he locked both doors to his home and crunched across the gravel yard to his dust-coated Range Rover, which was already running, having been remotely started several minutes before. After one more surreptitious check of his surroundings, he unlocked the door to the vehicle and slipped into the air-conditioned interior. The cool air washed over him, drying the sweat from his skin. He closed his eyes, breathed deep. In this cocoon of processed air, of quietly murmuring vibration, he opened his eyes to see a fly making its ponderous way across the field of glass that was his windshield. It was of the large, hairy, slow variety… near the end of its life, but still crawling along like a ball at the end of its push. He sat transfixed, puzzled by its relentless march, its progression toward… something only it knew… or nothing at all.

 

 

Character Name: Sasha

Character Bio: I worked as a nurse at the local community hospital before the world went crazy and dead people started running around, biting people and turning them into… things like them. That happened to someone in my life, someone I was close to, that I loved and hated in equal measure. Okay, maybe not equal measure. I loved him when we first met, before I got pregnant, before we got married, before he thought I was his punching bag. After that came the hate, the fear. Then he was one of those things. And I found the strength I never knew I had.  

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

My best quality is how I care for people, want to make them whole. My worst quality is how I couldn’t seem to do that for myself until right before everything went to crap. 

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

I wish other people knew how much I’ve changed.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

Sorry, but I really only share my secrets with my close friends.

What are you most afraid of?

I’m so afraid that I’ll make the wrong choice, and that my friends will be hurt because of it.

What do you want more than anything?

I want all the zombies gone. Just that- gone.

What is your relationship status?

Single and not interested… at least for now.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

Ha! Fashion? Please. If I had to give a name for what I wear right now it would probably be military-meets-leather. Maybe Camo-leather-combo? I don’t know. The way things are now, there isn’t much energy or time to care about how you look. It’s my new reality.    

How much of a rebel are you?

I’m not much of a rebel at all.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Breaking down the door of my past life and stepping through a new one. That was huge. 

What is your idea of happiness?

I find happiness in the exercise of living a virtuous life. In my mind, happiness is a goal and not some kind of temporary condition. I try to achieve that goal by having a strong moral character. This means being generous, courageous, and a believer in justice and friendship. Having virtues like these are important because in combination with my ability to reason they strike a sort of middle path, a balance between having too much of something and too little.  

What is your current state of mind?

Determined.

What is your most treasured possession?

My friendships with the people I’ve met after the world went crazy.

What is your most marked characteristic?

I don’t know… I suppose it would be being a trusted person and good friend.

What is it that you, most dislike?

People who can’t control their passions.

Which living person do you, most despise?

The skinny bastard who seems to have started all this mess.

What is your greatest regret?

You know, I don’t want to look back. Those doors are closed, they can stay that way.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

Kindness.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

The same as above.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Jane Eyre. That girl can get back up every time she is pushed down. 

Which living person do you most admire?

My friend, Derek Haggel. He’s the best person I think I’ve ever met.

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

I don’t look at life or myself that way. I am who I am.

What is your motto?

Never be held down or held back. Forward. 

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David Monette functions as an author and illustrator from his home in Northern New York State. His highly detailed fantasy and science fiction artwork has appeared on many books, magazines, board games, and collectible cards. While receiving his MFA in illustration, his instructors reviewed his written work and strongly suggested that he combine his writing ability with his talent as an illustrator to chart his own path. Hence, “The Zombie Axiom” was born, a compelling, terrifying story sprinkled with amazing black and white illustrations from start to finish.

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Series Blast & Giveaway: Inevitable Series by @JNissenson

 

 

Splendor

Inevitable, #2

AUTHOR NAME: Janet Nissenson

BOOK GENRE: Contemporary Romance

PUBLISHER: Bookbaby

PUBLICATION DATE: June 17, 2014

PRINT LENGTH: 475 pages

AVAILABLE FORMATS: e-book

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British hotelier Ian Gregson had it all – wealth, good looks, power, and a share in his family’s worldwide, multi-billion dollar luxury hotel chain. His very name was synonymous with sophistication and elegance, and any woman he wanted could be his with just a look. But the only woman he truly desired was strictly forbidden to him for too many reasons to count.

Tessa Lockwood was young, beautiful, and lonely, despite the fact that she was a married woman. Her life had not been an easy one, and the extravagant world she caught glimpses of as an employee of the Gregson Hotel Group was far beyond anything she could ever dream of. She could no more imagine herself ensconced in that sort of luxurious lifestyle than she could attracting the attention of her handsome, debonair boss.

Ian and Tessa secretly long for each other from afar, never daring to reveal their forbidden attraction to the other, until circumstances bring them together in a very unexpected way. And from that point on, nothing will stand in Ian’s way to finally make her his.

AUTHOR’S NOTE – despite what you might be thinking at this point, there is NO cheating in this story – just an incredibly romantic hero who will make you swoon with the way in which he sweeps the heroine off her feet!

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Serendipity

Inevitable, #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: BookBaby

Publication Date: December 8, 2013

Print Length: 361 pages

ASIN: B00H7K6CZ8

Was meeting again an unfortunate twist of fate? Or was it just serendipity?

Julia McKinnon was convinced she’d found the one – the man of her dreams, the most seductive, experienced lover she’d ever known – and the night they’d spent together in New York was the stuff erotic fantasies were spun from. But with the dawn of a new day came only heartache and betrayal, and her dreams were snuffed out like so much fairy dust.

Nathan Atwood felt like the lowest sort of life form after seducing the incredibly beautiful girl he met in New York, only to break her tender heart with the confession that he was already involved with someone else. Leaving Julia was the hardest thing he’d ever done, and the memory of their passionate night together haunted his dreams for months afterwards.

Now fate has brought them together again, and they are forced to work alongside each other. Will Julia be able to put aside the feelings she still has for her handsome boss and forge a new life for herself in San Francisco? And how long will Nathan be able to resist the gorgeous woman he’s never really stopped thinking about or wanting?

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Janet is a lifelong resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, and currently resides on the northern California coast with her husband Steve and Golden Retriever Max. She worked for more than two decades in the financial services industry before turning her focus to producing running events. She is a former long-distance runner, current avid yoga practitioner, is addicted to Pinterest, likes to travel and read. She has been writing for more than three decades, with her first e-book Serendipity published in December 2013. Splendor is book two of six in the Inevitable series, each book a standalone with no cliffhangers.

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