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Demoness of Lust VBT #cblspromos Interview and Give away

Demoness of Lustby Charisma KnightErotic Paranormal RomanceCategories: Interracial/MulticulturalPublisher: Amira PressRelease Date: 4/19/2013Heat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 87 pages
Buy Links Coming April 19
DescriptionJake finds comfort in the arms of the lovely mysterious woman who visits him in his dreams. He soon realizes this being has awakened feelings within he’d never experienced in the past.
Sabrina answered Jake's lonely calls in the night. When strong emotions for the mortal develop, she discovers that she must follow her instincts and pursue the man.
A spell casts Sabrina into the human realm, but she must convince Jake to acknowledge his true feelings for her within four days. If she fails, she'll remain a demon for the rest of eternity. She also discovers destiny will have its way when she’s unable to control certain events and learns a powerful lesson of self-sacrifice and love.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


About the AuthorCharisma Knight is an author and a cover artist living in the Maryland area with her youngest daughter and
her soul mate. You'll discover her stories are a mixture of erotica and erotic romance that contain a wild edge with a little fantasy sprinkled throughout. If you're an avid reader of Charisma's stories, don't be shy—she loves to receive e-mails from readers.

Connect with Charisma KnightEmail: charismaknight1@aol.comWebsite: http://charismaknight.yolasite.comBlog: http://charismaknight.blogspot.com/Design Site: http://designsbycharisma.yolasite.com/published-book-covers.phpFacebook:https://www.facebook.com/charisma.knight.9Twitter: https://twitter.com/CharismaKnightPinterest: http://pinterest.com/charismaknight/Yahoo Groups: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Charisma_Knight_Fantasy_World/
EXCERPT

In his mind’s eye, he and his dark angel were lying on a beach, confessing their love to one another. Jake exhaled sharply. Why was love creeping into the picture again? After all his heart had been through, he still sought love?
With a grunt, he squeezed his cock, trying to skip over the love parts while focusing on the sexual aspect, but it still didn’t work. As he stroked his cock, his dream woman planted a gentle kiss upon his lips that made his head spin and his heart lurch. He smiled when she whispered, I love you, in his ear.
He wanted to return those words, but none would form on his lips. Something blocked him. Ah, the protective wall he’d constructed just to keep others out. That’s right. No one would ever break through the carefully built walls he surrounded himself with.
Off in the distance, he literally could hear waves crashing along the sandy beach. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sun sinking into the lonely horizon. The sky, from what he could see, was a myriad of reds, pinks, and bluish hues. The Creator had surely outdone Himself on this beautiful piece of artwork. A feeling of completion swathed him like a blanket and he didn’t have a care in the world.
Something tried breaking through his stubborn-ass barrier. “I love you too,” he heard himself say as he felt his spirit lift. He must have fallen asleep so fast this time, but he didn’t care to analyze the situation. Perhaps his fantasy had finally consumed him. Her body was soft against his. His palms itched to explore every inch of her flesh.
Soon he was back in his bedroom, as if released from his dream. He would have been disappointed, but his mattress shifted as she snuggled next to him. It was definitely her. The jasmine perfume taunted his nostrils as fingers stroked the dark hair of his chest. He groaned as she playfully bit at his nipples.
“Mmm.” Jake groaned and opened his eyes. Silver moonlight now poured in through the room, giving him a perfect view of his dream lover. Sure enough, his dark angel was right there beside him, a loving smile painting itself on her face.
She bent down and kissed his cock. Her touch was electric, and he swore he’d go through the roof if she touched him like that again. As though he willed it, she kissed him there again. His woman continued planting dainty kisses from his cock to his navel, making Jake writhe beside her.
“You—” He’d lost his breath and thrust his hips upward. “Should stop,” he said on a moan. “Please, don’t make me want you. I can’t take this.”
“Shh, Jake,” she reassured him. Soon, they were locked in a passionate kiss, her tongue caressing his, blinding him with an emotion he’d never felt before. Inhaling her scent, he reached for her, encasing her in a strong embrace. He never wanted to let her go and was determined she wouldn’t leave this room.
She grabbed his hand, eagerly placing it between her trembling thighs. Her feminine scent had him hard as steel, and her wetness dripped down the crease of her legs. With a masculine grunt, Jake brought his fingers to his mouth, sampling her nectar.
“Oh. My. God,” he cried out in a baritone voice as he peered into her eyes, wondering what her name was. He just had to know.
“Sabrina,” she whispered. Her husky yet gentle voice sent a shiver up his spine.
Jake wrinkled his forehead in confusion. “What are you? Is this for real?” His hands explored her smooth, satiny flesh. “It feels like you’re here with me, but—”
She placed a lone finger against his lips. “We don’t have much time,” she said sadly.
Still mesmerized by her presence and beauty, he stroked her thick, curly hair. “So beautiful,” he breathed while soaking up how she looked. He just had to burn her image into his memory before she disappeared along with the sunrise.
“Do you want me all the time?” she asked as curiosity masked her gentle features.
Fear sliced through his heart. He wanted her in every way imaginable, but did it mean he would soon experience the sorrow of a broken heart again? He wasn’t sure he could withstand the pain.

[image error]Interview Questions:


      
 1.       Where did the idea come from for the book?           I’ve always wanted to write a book with a male demon, but my muse changed things up on me and the male demon became a succubus. Usually I write about vampires or the shape shifters as men, and women are the human beings.

      2.       What genre does your book fall under?  Erotic Romance, Paranormal, Interracial

3.       Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?  Sanaa Latham and Hugh Jackman!

4.      What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?  Sabrina answered Jake’s lonely calls in the night…

5.       Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?  Published via Amira Press

6.       How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?   Several weeks until I changed some things around.

7.       What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?  None I can think of.

8.       Who or What inspired you to write this book?  My Muse and Valentine’s Day of course.

9.       What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?  Hopefully I’ll get the point across to those who may have trouble opening themselves up to the ones they love. It can be tough letting your guard down and loving again once you’ve been betrayed.  My character, Jake can testify to that. It has been almost a year since his last relationship and he’s pretty much withdrawn from those who are relatively close to him. Once he realizes his feelings for Sabrina, those walls he built come tumbling down…but at what price? Both characters learn anything worth having is worth fighting for.


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Release Day Spotlight Talisman Book 2 in The Amulet Prophecy

Talisman



By: Holly Zitting

Description:  

Emma’s18th birthday is quickly approaching. Her decision to side with the Council orthe Wicked grows more and more dangerous. In her continued attempts to keepthose she loves safe, she is injured. Simon, Peter and those who believe in theAmulet must find a way to save her. But time is running out for Emma and pushesthem to risk it all. Their journey will lead them to a new power, a reunitedlove and dangers at every step. Will the Talisman be enough to save Simon’slove? Or will it be the end of the Amulet?

“Talisman” is book #2 in THE AMULET PROPHECY.



Book #1:

The Amulet








Description:  

Adopted at birth, Emma was raised in a world where magic only existed on TV. While on a search for her birth parents, Emma meets James, the mayor’s nephew. An accident involving James occurs, leading her to discover that she’s at the center of an ancient prophecy, the Amulet. Simon, a guide sent by the Witches Councilinterjects himself into her life to teach her all about the magical world. He must protect her from the powerful Wicked and their leader Asher.James, who has a secret of his own, puts her directly in the dangerous path of the Wicked. She faces growing feelings for her guide and the knowledge thatshe’s forbidden to be with the mortal boy she loves. What will she do when she’s forced to choose between normal life, and a life full of magic and unlimited power, all before her 18th birthday?


Purchase “The Amulet”:



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Book #2:

The Talisman

RELEASED TODAY May 1, 2013!




Book #3:

Infinity

No set release date just yet!




Author  Bio:

“I have been writing as long as I can remember. I have been writing in the wee hours when my 6 kids were all babies.With my last one I was inspired by the Red Rock Mountains in Southern Utah. I started writing and my 12 year old (at the time) found it. She wrote on the bottom FINISH IT!!! Every day I would write more and she would repeat it. It became The Amulet. I am currently living and loving Oregon. I have 6 kids and a wonderful husband of 16 years (almost). I hope you will love my stories as much as Ido.” ~Holly Zitting




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Being My Wife's Partner in the Fight Against Cancer

In April of this year I received a comment on the post Cansir and how Mitch Alexander has overcome it. However since the book's release Mitch has informed me that the cancer is back and he needs all the support he can get. Do think of him in your prayers and if you are close to him visit, I am sure he would appreciate the call.
I responded to the mail address, wary to say the least since spammers do try to sell their products and information to me and I was pleased with the outcome.Cameron Von St. James asked if he could post an article on my blog about his wife's cancer and his part in this life altering event.
Here is his thoughts 
Being My Wife's Partner in the Fight Against Cancer



November 21, 2005. The date is engraved in my mind, one I'll never forget. It's the day life changed instantly for my wife, Heather and me. It's the day the doctor told us she had malignant pleural mesothelioma. We were completely blindsided. It felt like being hit head-on, never seeing the crash coming. Only three months before, we'd been blessed with our baby girl, Lily, and thought we were on top of the world. The holidays were on the way, filling us with anticipation. Now, everything changed. Dread pressed down on us. I would now need to prepare to be a caregiver not only for my baby. I would need to take care of my wife in an effort to help her win the fight of her life.

The doctor told us about mesothelioma, a shocking diagnosis in itself. My wife was facing a rare form of cancer that incredibly deadly. She needed the best in care as soon as possible. The doctor gave us options: the local hospital, an excellent regional hospital that unfortunately did not specialize in her condition, or a specialist, Dr. David Sugarbaker in Boston. When asked a preference, my stunned wife couldn't even speak, still unable to process this nightmare we suddenly found ourselves in. I knew she needed help, and I stepped in. I would soon discover that I would have to take charge many times in the coming battle while my wife was overwhelmed by the assault on her body from the disease and treatments. I would have to find enough strength for both of us.  I told our doctor that we would make the trip to Boston to meet with the mesothelioma specialist.

Two months of insanity followed. There was no such thing as routine. Everything revolved around my wife's health crisis and getting the help she needed. Heather was no longer able to work and I had to cut my schedule to part time in order to take her to appointments, arrange trips to Boston, and find care for Lily. I found more and more responsibilities heaped on my shoulders. Often, I thought I would be crushed with fear for her and that I'd lose everything I cared for. I would find myself alone, breaking down completely. However, our greatest challenges in life teach us what we are made of and can endure. I found strength and made sure I never broke down in front of Heather. She needed someone to lean on.

I am so grateful for the network of caring individuals who banded together to help us in our time of need. Family and friends were a Godsend. Even complete strangers were there for us, giving us time, advice, and financial assistance. For anyone who is going through a similar struggle, accept help when it is given. Don't try to do it alone.  I had to learn quickly during our fight that there is little room for pride when you’re battling cancer.

I discovered that taking care of my wife would be the greatest challenge of my life. If you find yourself going into battle for your spouse, be strong. Accept your limitations. You are not a superhero and there will be times when you have a bad day. Pick yourself up again and get ready for the next day. Most importantly of all, always carry hope in your heart. You can be a beacon for your loved one, providing light in the darkness.

The fight took years and I'm still adjusting to this day. Heather, by some miracle, pulled through and is cancer free today. She went through the gamut of mesothelioma treatment, involving surgery, chemotherapy and radiation, and survived it all. I'll never forget that time in our life. It has made us both appreciate every minute we are given.


Since that time, we fill every minute and live for the here and now. We know that life is fleeting. None of us know when it could change on the spin of a dime. We value each moment with our sweet little girl and each other. I even went back to school and headed to a new career because you have to do what you love to be happy. We have learned how important happiness is.

Fighting cancer with my wife gave me the resources to push myself and find out what I could do. Going back to school became a much easier goal to achieve. I graduated with honors, changed my career, and enjoy living with hope. My greatest advice for anyone else who is enduring this fight is to remain hopeful through it all. The war on cancer can be won especially when you go in it together.
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The Forever Saga: Flash 5 Star Review

Sean C. Sousa found me on the list of Book Blogger website and asked if I would review his book and what a delight it has been. Here is my Review of this wonderful Sci-Fi novel with a serious message for young and old. A book I can recommend with great pleasure.


The Forever Saga: FlashAuthor Sean C. SousaGenre: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, ReligionPages 385Published by Epical Media
Buy LinksAmazon paperbag / Amazon Kindle
Flash takes place in present day, and contains elements of both sci-fi and fantasy while remaining a very human story. There's a family struggling to mend itself. A father fighting to overcome his troubled past. A young man trying to win over the love of his life. And an underlying theme of hope and redemption. 

Synopsis for Flash:

"Long ago, the first reign of Grigori Geist nearly destroyed the Earth.
Returned from exile, Geist is secretly rebuilding his kingdom beneath Antarctica, assembling his robotic Vaucan race to war against mankind. Only one obstacle remains: the war hero known as Brian Renney.
Yet Brian is losing a battle against his fears. Scars of heart and mind linger from his days in Vietnam, fueling his failures as husband and father. This embitters his youngest son, Jason – a star athlete torn between pursuing the love of his life, and meeting the demands of a father who is far from the storied army captain he once was.
And all the while, Geist is coming for them.
In this dark hour, Brian and Jason encounter a war to end all others… and an unexpected ally who, once meant for evil, shall forever be a force for good."


At heart, Flash tells the story of a father and son who seek to mend their family in a world of giant robots andancient tyrants. The sci-fi frames the story, but compelling human drama is the crux of the series. Here's what critics and readers are saying:
"Great promise, inventiveness, and creativity." - Jasper de Joode, Fantasy Book Review"It’s an impressive bit of worldbuilding...the shining secret world fits perfectly with the real world Earth." - Kirkus Reviews"'The Forever Saga: Flash' is an exciting addition to science fiction adventure novel collections." - Midwest Book Review
"This book is such a good read it's hard to put down. I'm not usually a sci-fi fan, but once you get past the first chapter, it's clear that this book is way more than just sci-fi. It's got everything from action to romance, comedy to tragedy, and even a touch of mystery as the plot unfolds with more than a few unexpected discoveries. It's an easy read, but don't check your brain at the door; there's plenty of food for thought as the characters wrestle with deep questions of morality, purpose, and what it means to be human." - Carol"This book has everything that you could ask from a novel! It is a perfect blend of futuristic technologies, the human spirit, the bond of friends and family, and the honor of soldiers. If you are even slightly interested in sci-fi or robots then this is a must-have book for you." - Keith
My novel currently has sixteen 5-star reviews and a 4.7 average rating on Amazon, where The Forever Saga: Flash is available in e-book and paperback formats. Flash is also available for various e-readers at the novel's official website,www.theforeversaga.com - where you'll find more info about myself and my writing.


About the Author
SEAN C. SOUSA never planned on writing a novel – that is, until the idea for The Forever Saga came along. He first conceived it as a video game design concept, then a screenplay, and finally a written work of fiction. His debut novel, The Forever Saga: Flash, marks the end of one six-year journey toward publication, and also the beginning of another: to bring his stories to a worldwide audience.

His dream is to see fiction inspire positive social change in the world, calling attention to issues of social justice and mobilizing his readership to meet the needs of those afflicted.

Mr. Sousa resides in Southern California with his wife, Shelley, and when he is not writing further adventures about the Renney family, he is usually up to socially acceptable mischief with his friends and family.


5 Star Review

A few strong messages came across from this well written book. Fast paced and well developed to give you a great plot with interesting characters and great story line. The gripping plot centered around one man that wants to control the people of the world subjecting them to manipulation and cruelty. The author engineered a whole new scientific world with nano-kinetics as the foundation of this new world. Every thing was possible with this new science but yet the horrific control soon surfaced as the plot thickens.

The greatest message from this book was the relationship between a father and son who never knew each other but yet impacted each other's lives more than possible.
Brain Renney War hero, Hockey coach and father saw the worst on the battle fields of Vietnam returned a different person. Suffered from PTSD through out his lonely years. Without faith or hope he isolated himself and scared every one away from him, demanding and abrupt in his manners. Believing that he was not good enough at the end. Fear gripped this man and gave him no rest but at the end when he faced his nightmares he came to terms with who he was and with God. Restoring his faith to an unseen God in the face of Adversary. 
His character leaves much to debate about and I will leave it at that for you to discover for yourself.

I loved the play with names and words from the Word of God, making the Bible alive that would make this a good read for all readers with the love of all sci-fi and spirituality  How God works in His attempt to bring us closer to Him. To stand up and fight and never shrink away from a fight. Adversary and trails is there to shape us, mature us and bring us closer to the call of each person that loves Him.

Jason his son, who hated his father was faced with all these emotions when Brain disappeared. He struggled with his knowledge versus what he knew deep in his heart was true and at the end the truth did set him free. A strong young man that stands at the brink of his own new life, making the right choices and going after Alessa, the only woman he loves. His faith and willingness to learn making him a strong man filled with courage as he too faced many trails during the absence of his father. 

Mary, Brain's wife whose faith was unwavering when her world crumbled around her, standing like a pillar for her two sons and daughter-in-law. Unshaken in the believe that her husband was more than the world or people perceived. 
Scot who was always there in the back ground supporting Jason. Alessa a true friend till the end that kept Jason grounded through out all the hardships. Target by the enemy and almost ended up in prostitution but saved by Jason and his friends. An entertaining bunch that kept you smiling through out the story line. 
The villains - all played their parts wonderfully to create a good entertaining read that kept you turning the pages and wondering what they will do next. 
Flash the larger than life robot was the glue that kept everything together. His trails and growth a clear path for us as he get to know him better and the strength that emanates from him. Placing his trust in a mere mortal man. Willing to stand for what was right.
Each character was well developed and believable making this a recommended read. 

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Borderland Bride Book Spotlight and Give away

Borderland Bride (The Borderland Legacy)by Samantha HoltHistorical RomancePublisher: Jupiter Gardens PressRelease Date: March 21, 2013Heat Level: SteamyWord Count: 50,000




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DescriptionThese are the borderlands, lass. We make our own rules here.
In the wilderness of 14th century Northumbria, Lady Isabel discovers just how dangerous the borderlands can be. With the loss of her voice and her hearing, there is little hope left for her. But when a brooding knight rescues her, she vows never to become a victim again and buries the secrets of her past in the hope that those hunting her will never find her in the borderlands.
Jake is astonished to come across the beautiful Isabel, near to death, on his brother’s lands. Bringing her back to his brother’s home, he finds himself longing for something more from the courageous woman, something that he thought he would never want again. Isabel works her way into his scarred heart and opens Jake up to loving once more. But will Isabel’s secrets destroy their bond? And with his charismatic brother, Dominic, charming her, does he even stand a chance?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Book Trailerhttp://youtu.be/ijcIPOa27gg
About the AuthorSamantha resides in Warwickshire, England with her twin girls and occasionally her husband, who works abroad. She admits that his long absences often help get the creative juices flowing. She's a romance addict and has been devouring all kinds of romance for as long as she can remember.
A huge history buff, Samantha likes to blend her love of the past with her love of romance and create thrilling and passionate tales set to medieval backdrops. She thinks there's nothing sexier than a rugged warrior and a feisty maiden falling head over heels for each other.

Connect with Samantha HoltWebsite: http://www.samanthaholt.org.uk/Blog: http://samanthaholtauthor.blogspot.co.uk/Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/romanticfiction

EXCERPT 
Carefully, he pulled aside her tresses. His heart gave jolt at the sight. She had taken a beating, one side of her face swollen and puffy. Great purpling welts circled her neck, fingerprints clearly visible. He cursed again. Had he just come across some murderous outlaws rather than the harmless peasants he had thought them to be? Anger boiled inside of him. If he had but given chase, he could have brought at least one of them to justice.
God’s blood, he dare not imagine what her last moments must have been like.
His throat tightened. What to do with her? He could not just leave her to rot in the woods. Jake studied her face once more with a sigh. A shame so fine a beauty should meet such an end. Even with the swelling in her face, it was clear she had been blessed with striking looks. Her unmarred cheek offered up smooth and creamy skin, and her dark lashes stood out in stark contrast. A slight scattering of freckles marched across her nose, just visible under the dried blood. Jake smiled sadly. He never understood why most women hated freckles. He thought them wonderfully enticing.
Brushing a finger across her cheek, Jake was surprised at the warmth of it. God’s teeth, if he had only come across her moments before he could have stopped such an atrocity. He pictured the men’s faces and swore he would avenge her. He would bring the outlaws to justice.
As he drew his hand away, an eyelid fluttered open. His heart leapt. Her other eye couldn’t open - it was too swollen to do so - but he could see the immediate panic in her expression. She struggled to turn onto her side to escape him, her injuries hampering her movements.
Fearing she would do herself further damage, he spoke soothingly to her. “Have no fear, lass. I’ll not harm you.”
Either her fear had consumed her or she didn’t understand him, because she continued to try to scrabble her way across the leaf-strewn ground, the dried foliage crunching as her hands clawed desperately at the soil.
Hastily, he wrapped his large hand around one arm, attempting to keep her still. She continued to struggle, in spite of her obvious pain, but her movements were limited and had little effect on his strong grip. Unsure of how to reassure her of his intentions, he grabbed at her other arm, trying to get her attention.
“Calm down, lass. I wish to help. You’ll do yourself an injury.”
She fell limp in his arms, not relaxing under his assurances, but seeming to tire of her exertions. The fear remained visibly etched on her face, but Jake took the opportunity to tuck an arm under her legs and the other under her neck so he could pull her into him. Jake thought she would scream, her mouth worked as if she meant to, but no sound came out.


Giveaway Info: Prize is 5 eBook sets (1 set each to 5 winners) of 'The One Knight Collection'. Contest is tour-wide and ends May 17. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter. 
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The Count's Last Mistress Book Barrage, Excerpt and Review

The Count's Last Mistress (The Valencourts #1)by Bess GreenfieldHistorical RomancePublisher: Self/IndieRelease Date: March 12, 2013Heat Level: SteamyWord Count: 91,000
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Description
She set out to expose his true nature, but the secrets revealed were her own…
In the aftermath of war and revolution, cavalry officer Olivier Valencourt, the comte de Chaumenay, only wants peace. But his discovery of his deceased brother’s child in a Montmartre hovel leads to a battle of wills with the lovely but evasive American struggling to provide for him. Determined to gain custody of his nephew, Olivier sets out to win the audacious bohemian’s trust with patronage and patience, but her courage, wisdom, and innocent sensuality divert his agenda.
Painter Jeanne Delancy has good reason to despise the portrait-worthy count before she ever meets him. She believes he’s the man who seduced and deserted her friend long ago. Unfortunately, the talented and persuasive Olivier is hard to dislike or resist in person.
Conflicted by loyalty to her missing friend and her duty to the abandoned six-year-old she’s vowed to protect, Jeanne feels obligated to give the war hero the opportunity to prove he’s worthy of knowing his son. But the independent woman who thinks herself immune to temptation underestimates Olivier in many ways and reveals far more than she ever anticipates. While the strong-willed opposites struggle to reconcile their deepest longings, dangerous alliances and scandalous secrets threaten a tragic repetition of history.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.


ExcerptThe door opened, and the impersonal explanation he’d memorized vanished from his mind. He’d expected
to see the lithesome, titian-haired beauty he’d known long ago in Burgundy. Instead, he encountered a petite brunette in a paint-smeared smock. There was also paint in one of the corkscrews of hair which had fallen free of her chignon. Something about the woman arrested him though he deemed her unconventionally pretty at best with her wide forehead, long nose, and dainty mouth. Perhaps it was her reaction to him. He could sense the frantic beating of her heart, and her golden brown eyes telegraphed wariness.

He regretted causing her distress and hastened to explain himself. “Good afternoon. I am Olivier Valencourt.” He bowed instinctively. “I’m looking for Claudine Ardaut, and I was informed she lived here. Is she at home?”
The young woman swallowed and hesitated, clearly debating her reply. “I am not familiar with anyone by that name.”
Her French was grammatically correct, but her accent revealed her as American. It surprised him to find a foreigner in Paris now. It was unlikely that she’d come here recently. The ruins of landmarks and homes and the mass burials of the executed made Paris a tourist destination only for those with a morbid taste for tragedy. She must have come before the war. There had been little warning when France declared war against Prussia. Many foreigners found themselves trapped inside the barricades along with working-class Parisians without the resources to leave.
“I was given this address by a reliable source,” he persisted. Instinct told him she was lying.
“Are you implying that I’m lying to you?” she asked in her slow, unnatural-sounding manner of speech.
“Certainly not. I was merely hoping you might know some little detail which would enable me to find her.”
Absently, she touched her face, leaving umber fingerprints upon her cheek. He felt an irrational urge to wipe the paint from her smooth, fair skin. She was pretty by any standard, he decided.
“Why are you looking for this woman? Has she done something wrong?”
“No. I’ve come on a personal matter.”
If anything, she looked even more defensive. Her enormous eyes filled with censure as if she knew what he’d done and the ramifications. The guilt he’d been trying to suppress for weeks finally assailed him. If only he’d kept his opinions to himself, so many lives might have turned out differently.
Her evasiveness maddened him. He only wished to complete his mission and be done with the whole matter, and she was keeping him from accomplishing that. He’d overcome far more challenging obstacles than a reticent female. He’d been good at persuading women at one time though he could scarcely recall those years now. Searching for some way to draw her out, his glance fell upon her voluminous smock. Sometimes the best strategy was the most obvious one. “You are a painter, I see. I recently came into possession of some property and could use some new art for decoration. Do you have anything for sale?”
She frowned, instantly suspicious. “Nothing is finished.”
“I know how you artists are. Nothing is ever completed to your satisfaction.” He took a step toward the threshold. “Why don’t you allow me to be the judge?”
She held her ground. “I’m certain my style would be too modern to suit your taste.”
She folded her arms about her waist, and his eyes were instantly drawn to her small form. She possessed a better figure than he’d thought, full round breasts and a tiny waist. A strange sort of agitation arose inside him. With astonishment, he recognized the sensation as lust. He hadn’t felt desire for so many months he’d feared he might never regain that part of his nature. Though he felt reassured that all was in working order, the inappropriateness of his irrational attraction irritated him. “And you know my taste.”
She surveyed his uniform from his polished boots to his fitted jacket with its neat rows of small gold buttons and black braiding. “You are an officer of some sort. A military man. I would guess you are conservative and view art primarily in terms of investment.”
He’d never given a second thought to art, but he didn’t appreciate her making assumptions about him. “There you are wrong. As it happens, I prefer more modern pieces. Besides, your refusal to let me judge your work only makes me more curious about it.”

About the Author
Bess Greenfield grew up in Pittsburgh and graduated from Cornell University and University of Pittsburgh School of Law. Before coming to the conclusion that she should pursue her passion and become a novelist, she worked as a journalist for several newspapers, as a lawyer, and as a waitress (disastrously). She is a lifelong aficionado of romantic literature and currently lives in Northern Virginia with her husband, three children, and overly affectionate chocolate Labrador. When she is not dreaming up and researching new stories or driving her children somewhere, she enjoys traveling, walking in the forest, and adding to her growing collection of native Virginia plants. For more information about Bess Greenfield and her books, please visit www.bessgreenfield.com.


My 5 Star Review

A lovely Historical Romance with an intriguing plot that keeps you glued to the pages till the very end. The story plays off in France after the Revolution and its citizens had to make away for themselves with what ever was at hand. Women could now venture out and make money of their own, being more independent than what was used too. Some people especially the rich did not adapt to this new changes, considered them far better than the rest of their fellow citizens.
The dramatic changes are masterly written into the characters personas to give you a good idea of what life had to be after the revolt. The difficulties that these women faced and the hypocriticies surrounding this. Today as women we think it is our right to live independent, earn our own money and follow a successful career. But this was not always the case and the author did write a wonderful plot line placing the emphasis on the new culture that we take for granted.
Each woman in this book had to deal with a new life, doing the best they can to put food on the table, each one chose a different route. You learn about their daily struggles and how they became stronger with each passing day.
You learn of some men that tries to manipulate them in doing their own bidding, using them and threw them away at the end when they were not useful anymore. With much heartfelt and compassion the author draws you into their lives giving you a believable story you can identify with.
Jeanne Henri Delancy disappear from her country after a tragic accident and landed in Paris. The land for artists and new thinkers. As an artist herself she struggles to keep it together. Trying the best she can to be a provider for Alex a young boy that was left behind after his mother has disappeared without trace and an idea who the father is but not willing to look for him.
Olivier Vanlencourt, injured in the battle, lost his brother during the war and blamed himself for his death. Realizing that he had to look for the lost boy and bring him back to his family estate where he belongs.
When these two meet the story became very interesting, with many secrets and lies between them and a lot of desire to boot these two struggled to find a middle ground concerning Alex.
Family members that tries to separate the two lovers because they new the best for each but later do change their minds about the other. A jealous woman who can not accept that Olivier was not interested and a delusional artist who thought Jeanne was his property.
With twists and turns through out the story line the book entertain you as the reader. Learning about all the artists and the composers from that time and the obstacles they faced. 
A book I can recommend to all historical readers that loves to indulge in a good book.


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Good Enough to Trust (Good Enough #2-Going Back)by Zara StoneleyContemporary Erotic RomancePublisher: Self/IndieHeat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 45,000
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DescriptionDo you trust the boy you loved, or the man you might?
Sophie has only one thing on her New Year’s resolution list – sorting out her life.
Losing her parents was hard, blaming herself hurt more – but was it really her fault, or was accepting the guilt easier than facing up to the truth?
Retracing her steps was never going to be easy, risking her heart again is even harder - and when there's two men to choose from will it be easier to trust the man she's never stopped loving, or the one that might give her the new start she needs?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including m/f/m menage and outdoor sex) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
About the AuthorZara Stoneley has been writing stories for as long as she’s been reading them. She submitted her first novel, a thriller, to a UK publisher when she was twelve years old.
After moving on to romance, she started off writing contemporary romance with a bit of sizzle, and then discovered she liked hot and erotic too. Her erotic work has been published by Xcite Books and Breathless Press. She also writes contemporary romance under the name Susie Medwell, and her latest romance is due to be published by Lyrical Press in May 2013.
Zara loves her family, sunshine, wine, good food, caffeine, cats, music, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order!
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EXCERPT #3“Do you love Holly?” I felt him stiffen, maybe because I’d caught him unawares, or maybe because talking
slush wasn’t his thing, but we’d always been honest with each other, answered the questions that mattered.

“I think so. I thought I loved Sal, but this is different. I’d never let her down and hurt her, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, it isn’t that. Why is it different?”
There was a long pause, but that was Dane, he was thinking. So, for once, I let him and didn’t interrupt him. I wanted to hear his answer, not mine.
“Maybe because I’m a bit older, more mature, different expectations I guess. Why?”
“It’s different with Ollie too.” I was half talking to myself, but it was so quiet I knew he could hear and the warmth of his body against mine felt safe. “I was mad about him when we were kids.” I laughed, I had been. I’d never thought about it before, when it had all gone wrong it set a different perspective on things. But I had been mad about him, he’d been wicked and bad with a sexy, naughty daredevil streak that made my heart race. He’d scared me and excited me and I’d have followed him wherever he’d led. I hadn’t wanted safe and secure, and Ollie hadn’t been. But he had been kind and considerate too, I’d never felt like he’d push me too far or that he’d abandon me. I’d felt like it was never going to end.
 “I was mad about him, but I loved him, it was a kind of uncomplicated, mad passionate, no holds barred thing I think, because I didn’t know any better.” I picked at the grass. “I came down here with him because I loved him, not just because it was hard at home.”
“And?”
“And now it’s different. It hurts. When I saw him again it scared me, it wasn’t easy anymore because I’d made it have this importance attached to it.”
“Different expectations?”
“Yeah, I suppose so. He let me down and I’m scared of him doing it again. So it has to be totally real now or I can’t do it, I wanted to know he loves me and he doesn’t. Not enough anyway.”
“Maybe he has different expectations too?”
“Like?”
“You don’t need me to tell you that.”
I wasn’t sure what Ollie expected, but it wasn’t what he’d seen when he was with me.

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Money Didn't Buy Her Loveby June KraminContemporary RomancePublisher: TBAHeat Level: SensualLength: 344 pages
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DescriptionTrying to get his bearings on an unfamiliar street and not paying attention, Jeremy slams his breaks to avoid hitting the most beautiful bride he has ever seen. When Danielle climbs in his truck, he assumes she’s in a hurry to get to her wedding; he didn’t realize she was escaping one. He agrees to let her return to his apartment so she can call for help, only she refuses to leave.
As the days pass, Jeremy finds it harder to fight off her passes and claims of falling in love with him. Besides having almost ten years on her, Jeremy discovers the family secret she had been trying to hide. How could the daughter of a billionaire settle for a plumber living paycheck to paycheck?
Despite every tactic her father throws at her and an ex-fiancé who refuses to let her go, Dani stakes her claim to the only thing she has ever truly wanted in her life and fights to make Jeremy hers.


Excerpt“Exactly who the hell are you, Dani? Paris Hilton?”


She walked to a bench then sat down. “We’re doing this sooner than I hoped.”
“What’s your last name?”
Again she sighed. “Houseman.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I wish I was.”
Jeremy sat down, afraid his knees would give away. “You’re… your dad is… Dani that’s…” He couldn’t form a proper sentence and opted to shut up.
“That’s pretty much how everyone reacts. It was nice while it lasted.” She went to stand up, but he held her hand and pulled her back down.
“First of all, nothing about this was nice, so cut the crap. You pretty much kidnapped and raped me… twice on that second one.”
She managed a giggle.
“I’m sorry I was a stammering idiot. I guess I’ve never been in the presence of a billionairess before. My humble plumbing and heating ass feels a little put to shame.”
She rested her cheek to his chest; he wrapped an arm around her. “I liked that you liked me for me, not who I was.”
“I don’t like you. What are you talking about?”
She gave him a playful slap on his chest. “You were starting to like me. Admit it.”
“Maybe I finally got to where I could tolerate your two a.m. jumpings.”
Again she laughed. “What Blake and I had was practically a medieval arranged marriage. His family is even more loaded than mine. I didn’t date much before him because I was always under lock and key. I was damn lucky I didn’t have a chastity belt put on me. If I was out with family without him, everyone swooned over me like a trophy. They wanted to date me because of who I was.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re gorgeous.”
“You never said you like the way I look.”
“Am I dead? Come on, Dani. You have to know how beautiful you are.”
“I don’t think anyone has told me that – not anyone who didn’t want something from me, anyway.”
“Well then, I guess you can take my compliment off your list of firsts.”
“Why? You don’t want anything from me.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” He moved her off his chest and stood up.
She followed him up. “You do like me. I knew it!”
“You are certifiable – a total nut job, one of the pickiest eaters I have ever known… but you drive me crazy.” She tiptoed up to wrap her arms around his neck, but he stopped her and held her by the wrists. “Nothing has changed, Dani. No, wait. In fact is has. It’s worse. We are even more of a mismatch than we’ve ever been. I’m still too old for you and you still need to wake up and quit your pouting. I knew I should have stuck to my guns about us. Nothing good is going to come to me for falling for you. There’s no way your family will tolerate anything less than this Blake.”


About the AuthorWife, Mother, Writer, Lunatic. Not necessarily in that order.

"There is a fine line between genius and crazy... I like to use that line as a jump rope!"
June, who prefers to go by Bug, was born in Philadelphia but moved to Maui, Hawaii when she was four. She met her “Prince Charming” on Kauai and is currently living “Happily Ever After” on a hobby farm in a small town in Southern Minnesota.
She enjoys riding her Paint horse, Ringo, around the small ghost town they are playfully reestablishing with the neighbors and playing in Photoshop. Her son and daughter are her greatest accomplishments. She takes pride in embarrassing them every chance she gets.
Being hopelessly addicted to 80's music is her super power.
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Wronged (The Cuvier Widows #1)by Sylvia McDanielHistorical RomanceCategories: Mystery/Thriller, BigamyPublisher: Virtual BooksellerRelease Date: December 30, 2012Heat Level: SensualWord Count: 100,000
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BlurbMarian Cuvier didn't know how to react when she learned that the man she called husband and father to her children, Jean Cuvier, had been murdered. Yet, the biggest surprise was when the detective informed her that she's not the only woman Jean married. There are three Cuvier Widows and one is suspected of murder.
When Marian learned of her husband's death, humiliation, shock and anger were the only emotions she felt for Jean. For the last several years, their marriage has been in name only. Now she's determined to safeguard her children's future and save their only source of income, Cuvier Shipping. Jean's handsome business partner, Louis Fournet thinks Marian's should not be leading her husband's business. The man has a way with women that Marian finds alluring and arouses feelings she's never experienced.  Louis Fournet is a temptation she finds hard to resist.
Excerpt
New Orleans, 1895
Marian Cuvier for years thought her husband kept a mistress and that her marriage to Jean Cuvier wasn’t worth the paper their marriage license was printed on. Still, the sight of the man she had spent the last twelve years of her life with—borne two children and made a home for—lying dead on the floor of a bedroom in the Chateau Hotel ripped a sob of anguish from her throat "What happened?" she cried, her mind reeling with thoughts of her fatherless children wrenching her heart.Policemen stood around the body in small groups, ceased their low whispers and glanced her direction, their gazes stern, but curious.A man half-bent over Jean’s body turned and gazed at her, his dark eyes intense. "Who are you, Madame?""I’m his wife, Marian Cuvier," she said, starting to tremble from the shock of her husband’s death. His body lay twisted grotesquely on the floor, his skin an odd pinkish hue.Oh God, no matter how much I hated him, I would never have wished him dead!The man crouching over the body slowly rose to his full height, his brows drawn together in a frown. "His wife is sitting in the next room Madame.""What?" she asked, not sure she heard him correctly. "I’m Marian Cuvier. I’m his wife. Who are you?""I’m detective Dunegan." He gave her a stem look and took her by the arm, leading her from the bedroom.Unable to resist, she glanced back perhaps for the last time at the still form that long ago had been her lover, and of late an absent husband. She closed her eyes, the image of the handsome man she’d married twelve years ago foremost in her mind. When she opened her eyes she looked toward the detective, not at the corpse who’d never been a good husband."Madame, I will ask you again. Who are you? His wife is sitting in the next room."Confusion rippled through her and she pulled away from the man as they entered the parlor. "That must be his mistress. I am Mrs. Jean Cuvier, we’ve been mar­ried for twelve years."The hotel clerk, who earlier had summoned her from her house and brought her to the Chateau Hotel, cleared his throat to draw the detective’s attention. He leaned over and whispered something to the younger man who glanced again at Marian.As if she were at a play, she watched from a distance as the scene unfolded before her, a sense of uneasiness holding her in its grip. The body lying on the floor of the bedroom looked like her husband, Jean, who was expected home today. She supposed the corpse littering the floor must be her cold-hearted husband, the man who had visited her bed fewer times than he had the church, which was almost never.Detective Dunegan gazed at her, his expression one of bewilderment. "My apologies, Mrs. Cuvier. There seems to be some confusion. The hotel clerk confirmed you were indeed married to Mr. Cuvier. If you’re his wife, then, who is the woman who was with Mr. Cuvier?"The detective watched her closely as if he feared she would be overcome by the news her husband had died in a hotel room with another woman. Clearly, the detective had no clue that her marriage existed only on paper. How could she explain that her husband no longer found her attractive? That Louis often sought the com­pany of other women.Impossible. So she said nothing about the state of her marriage. Let the police figure it out, maybe they could find the reasons why her husband no longer made love to her.Marian lifted her chin and consciously pulled her shoulders back. Made of stronger fabric than most women, she would weather this storm, just like all the others Jean put her through. She ignored the way her insides began to quiver."Perhaps she is his mistress," she acknowledged, her suspicions about Jean realized.Damn him, did he never think of their children?The door to the room burst open and a blonde woman dressed in an exquisite, embroidered crepe lisse flouncing with white India silk, hurried into the room. Her heart-shaped face and soft blue eyes looked dis­tressed and her complexion pale. "Where is he? Is he all right? They told me he was ill."The detective put himself between the young woman and the door to the room where Jean’s body lay sprawled."Who are you?" Officer Dunegan asked, halting the stylish woman who looked almost like a young girl."I’m Mrs. Cuvier," she replied, her face anxious. "I went by Jean’s office and they sent me over here. Is the doctor with him?""Good Lord, another one?" the detective muttered, gazing at both of them."Who did you say you were?" Marian questioned as she stared at this woman in disbelief.The woman gave Marian a quick disdainful glance. "I’m Mrs. Nicole Cuvier, Jean’s wife. Now, where is my husband?"Marian wondered if she’d heard her correctly. Did she say she was Jean’s wife?The detective glanced at Marian and then at the other woman. "Jean Cuvier is dead."Marion watched the woman as her trembling hand clutched her delicate throat. Her eyes reflected horror, while her face tightened with shock and her body swayed. For a moment Marian thought the newcomer would faint and she wondered if this whole scene was a bad dream."No! No!" the blonde woman cried, tears rushing to her eyes. "Dear God, no. He can’t be! Let me see him. Please tell me this is a mistake. Where is he?"The detective glanced at Marian who stood staring at the scene in front of her, shock freezing her at the woman’s outburst. Jean had likely never been faithful, but how many women could one man be involved with? And did he really marry them?"I’ll take you to him," the man said taking Nicole by the arm. "I’m Detective Dunegan, with the New Orleans police."He led the latest Mrs. Cuvier into the bedroom where the body lay sprawled on the floor. Marian stood in the center of the parlor, not knowing what to do, feeling like the ground had been ripped from beneath her feet.Two other women claimed to be Jean’s wife! The latest wife was young, attractive, and certainly more appealing for Jean to bed than herself. Could the women be lying about their marital status? Yet the new­est Mrs. Cuvier certainly appeared the grieving widow, more so than even Marian. If she were lying, she cer­tainly played her part well.Or could this be some ploy to cover his murder? Extort money? None of this felt real, but it didn’t feel like a lie either. Speculation, but possible.When the detective and the young woman returned, Marian still stood in the same place, the policemen walking a wide path around her as she stood transfixed, staring, stunned by the day’s events.The room filled with the sounds of the newest Mrs. Cuvier’s soft sobs, and Marian felt the most incredible urge to comfort her. To shield her from the hurt that Jean could so easily inflict. She shook herself. When Nicole learned of Marian’s identity, she would not accept Marian’s offer of solace."I think we need to remain calm, sit down, and find out what happened," the officer said, his voice firm and reassuring.Calm? Remaining composed seemed impossible when you suspect your husband had found you so inappetent that he kept not one but two women to stimulate his sexual desires, leaving you to wait for him to return to the home you shared."What—what ... happened," Nicole sobbed, her face streaked with tears. "How did he die?"Marian gazed with interest at the detective. What did it say about her relationship with Jean that she hadn’t even thought to ask that but rather just accepted the fact that Jean was dead."Poisoning. We suspect that his wi... the woman we found him with poisoned him."Nicole spun around and glared at Marian through her tears.Marian gazed back at the angry and beautiful young woman, until she realized Nicole thought she had killed Jean. "Not me. There’s another woman.""What do you mean another woman?" Nicole asked."You’re not the only Mrs. Cuvier in this hotel suite.""I don’t believe you," Nicole said almost hysterical. Marian wanted to laugh, but thought it would be cruel and there was already more than enough pain in this hotel room. So instead she remained quiet, let the detec­tive explain the situation.The detective took Nicole by the arm and motioned for Marian to follow him. They walked into an adjoining room where a girl who looked like she should still be in school sat staring out the window at the horizon, her dark eyes glazed and distant."Layla," the detective said, releasing Nicole. "Tell these women how the man you’re suspected of killing was related to you."She turned her oval-shaped face toward the door. Hair as black as night was swept up off her neck in a coiffure that left wisps of curls swirling around her pale face. She glanced at the detective and raised her brows in a disdainful look that was both elegant and disapprov­ing. "I told you I did not kill my husband."Nicole moaned, the knowledge seeming like a blow to her. "What are you saying? You lie. You can’t be married to Jean?"The girl stared at Nicole, not responding."Did you marry Jean Cuvier?" Marian asked gently feeling more certain that Jean had married each one of them. If Jean had done what she suspected, she had a sudden premonition they were all going to need con­soling in the next few minutes."Yes," the young girl said, her voice starting to trem­ble. Her bright red lips pouted.Marian squeezed her eyes shut, letting the waves of pain almost over­whelm her at Jean’s deception. How could he do this to her? To the others? To their children?"That can’t be. He married me. He’s my husband," Nicole said, her voice rising, the pain and hurt audible in her voice."And mine," Marian said quietly, as she sank down onto a nearby chair. "I’m Marian Cuvier. I married him twelve years ago at St. Ann’s Cathedral."Nicole turned abruptly and looked at Marian in disbe­lief. "No. That’s impossible." She paused, her face con­torted in disbelief. "No. We were married four years ago. I don’t understand. He would never do something so horrible.""And I married him a year ago," Layla whispered, her face turning ashen."Impossible. Jean loved me. That’s ... that’s big­amy!" Nicole said, shaking her head from side to side."Yes it is bigamy. We’re all married to the same man," Marian replied, her voice distant and hollow. Her insides were numb. Her mind slowed to a crawl, as she comprehended the situation. "And now we’re all Jean’s widows. The Cuvier Widows."
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Betrayed (The Cuvier Widows #2)
by Sylvia McDanielHistorical RomanceCategories: BigamyPublisher: Virtual BooksellerRelease Date: December 30, 2012Heat Level: SensualWord Count: 100,000
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BlurbNicole Cuvier went to New Orleans to share the most wonderful news with her husband only to discover him in a hotel room murdered, with two other women claiming to be his wife. It seems there are three Cuvier Widows and one is suspected of murder.
For years, Nicole Cuvier had tried to erase the shame of her illegitimate birth and start the family she longed for with her husband, Jean. As the mistress of Rosewood, she owns one of the largest plantations on the River Roadin Louisiana. Now, she's pregnant, unmarried-a widow with a plantation dependent upon the sugar cane crop to survive. She needs a temporary husband. Handsome Maxim Viel, a drifter, comes to her rescue and marries her, but unbeknownst to Nicole, Maxim wants more than a temporary arrangement. He has the power to heal her shattered heart, but could his past be intertwined with Rosewood?
Excerpt
They Met Over His Dead Body
New Orleans, 1895
For the first time in their marriage, Nicole Rosseau Cuvier disobeyed her husband Jean. Though he told her never to come to his office in New Orleans without him, the news she had simply could not wait. And his office was just several hours by boat down the Mississippi River.Yet her joy dimmed when she arrived at her husband's shipping company, and the clerk mysteriously informed her that Jean was ill and gave her his room number at the Chateau Hotel.In the entire four years they'd been married, Jean Cuvier had never been ill.Nicole burst into the hotel room, uncertain what she would find. Her gaze swept across the open room to a man dressed in a shabby suit in conversation with a refined lady with dark hair and smoky-gray eyes. "Where is he? Is he all right? They told me he was ill."The man stepped between Nicole and an open door where she could see uniformed men standing around an unidentifiable body stretched out on the floor. Who could that be lying on the floor?"Who are you?" the man asked, blocking her path."I'm Mrs. Cuvier," Nicole said anxiously. "I went by my husband's office and they sent me over here. Is the doctor with him?" she asked, trying to peer around the man to see into the other room."Good Lord, another one?" the man muttered, gazing back at the lady he'd been speaking with."Who did you say you were?" the woman inquired as she stared at Nicole, her gray eyes large and questioning.Nicole didn't have time to chitchat with this woman, whoever she was. If Jean were ill, he needed her. "I'm Mrs. Nicole Cuvier, Jean's wife. Now where is my husband?"The man in the shabby suit coat glanced at the other woman and then turned his gaze on Nicole. "Jean Cuvier is dead."Nicole felt as if someone punched her in the stomach. With a trembling hand she clutched her throat, trying to hold back the scream that seemed to swell and lodge itself in her throat. The room swayed precariously as a dizzy spell overcame her, the words reverberating through her mind. Her beloved husband was dead."No. No," Nicole cried, tears rushing to her eyes, hysteria bubbling up, threatening to overwhelm her. "Dear God, no. He can't be! Let me see him. Please tell me this is a mistake. Where is he?""I'll take you to him," the man said, taking Nicole's arm and gently guiding her. "I'm Detective Dunegan, with the New Orleans police."Nicole heard the words, but her mind didn't comprehend what he was saying. Police detective? What was a detective doing here with her husband? He led her into the bedroom where the same body she'd seen earlier lay sprawled on the floor, surrounded by people.Please, God, that couldn't be Jean.She caught a glimpse of dark hair tinted with silver, the color of Jean's hair. The man wore pajamas the same dark brown that Jean loved, a silk robe wrapped around his still form.At the detective's motion, they moved aside and let her in close to see the man she loved, who lay twisted on the floor, his skin an odd pinkish hue that looked unnatural. She knelt beside him, her hand reaching out as her fingers touched his cold flesh. Quickly, she drew her hand back, the sensation confirming that her husband's lifeblood no longer flowed, his warm, loving touch now just a memory. A sob tore from her throat as she gazed at Jean, feeling as if this couldn't be real.Gently the detective helped her up from the floor and led her back into the main room of the hotel suite. Nicole sobbed for her husband, who'd taught her so much about life. Their short time together had been filled with love and laughter, and even today she'd come bringing him such joyous news."I think we need to remain calm, sit down, and find out what happened," the officer said, his voice firm and reassuring.Calm? How could she remain calm when she'd just found out her husband was dead? That no longer would he hold her in his arms or his smiles brighten her day."What—what. . . happened?" Nicole sobbed, tears streaking down her face. "How did he die?""Poisoning. We suspect that his wi—the woman we found him with poisoned him."Nicole spun around and glared at the finely dressed woman through tear-streaked eyes. Could she be Jean's killer?Her large gray eyes returned her gaze unflinchingly. "Not me. There's another woman.""What do you mean, another woman?" Nicole asked, confused."You're not the only Mrs. Cuvier in this hotel suite," the woman advised her.Another Mrs. Cuvier? What was she talking about? Nicole didn't understand. The only other Mrs. Cuvier was a distant relative of Jean's who lived hundreds of miles away. Why were they lying to her?"I don't believe you," Nicole said, fear making her almost hysterical.The detective took Nicole by the arm and mo­tioned for the other woman to follow him. They walked into an adjoining room where a young woman sat staring off at the horizon, her dark eyes glazed and distant."Layla," the detective said, releasing Nicole. "Tell these women how the man you're suspected of killing was related to you."She turned her oval-shaped face toward the door. Hair black as night was swept up off her neck in a coiffure that left wisps of curls swirling around her pale face. She turned dark, censorious eyes on the detective and raised her brows in a disdainful look that was both elegant and disapproving. "I told you I did not kill my husband."Nicole moaned, the woman's words confirming her worst fears, yet she couldn't believe this was happening. There had to be a mistake. "What are you saying? No! You lie. You can't be married to Jean."The girl glanced briefly at Nicole, not responding."Did you marry Jean Cuvier?" the distinguished woman asked her."Yes," the young girl said, her voice starting to tremble. Her bright red lips pouted."That can't be. He married me. He's my husband," Nicole said, her voice rising, the pain and hurt audible in her voice, unable to control the fear that raged through her."And mine," the woman said quietly as she sank down onto a nearby chair. "I'm Marian Cuvier. I married him twelve years ago at Saint Ann's Cathedral." Nicole turned abruptly and stared at her in disbelief. "No. That's impossible." She paused, comprehension as fleeting as the wind. "No. We were married four years ago. I don't understand. He would never do something so horrible.""And I married him a year ago," Layla whispered, her face turning ashen."Impossible. Jean loved me. That's . . . that's bigamy!" Nicole said, shaking her head from side to side. Jean would never hurt her this way. He loved her. He told her over and over how he loved her more than any other woman."Yes, it is bigamy. We're all married to the same man," Marian replied, her voice sounding uncaring and cold. "And now we're all Jean's widows. The Cuvier Widows."Nicole sobbed. Dear God, she'd come to town to tell Jean that after four years she finally was expecting their baby. And instead she'd learned that the father of her child, the man she loved with all her heart, was a bigamist—and he'd been murdered.
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Beguiled (The Cuvier Widows #3)by Sylvia McDanielHistorical RomanceCategories: Mystery/Thriller, BigamyPublisher: Virtual BooksellerRelease Date: December 30, 2012Heat Level: SensualWord Count: 100,000
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BlurbJean Cuvier forced Layla's father to sell his shipping company and marry his daughter, or so she believed. Until the morning the servants wake her with the news that Jean is dead and she quickly learns she's not the only Mrs. Cuvier. Jean has three widows, but Layla is the only one accused of Jean's murder.
The District Attorney has enough motive and evidence, to send Layla to the gallows. Forced to turn to the man she blames for the sale of her father's shipping company, she must trust Drew Soulier, to save her life. Though Drew's the best attorney in New Orleans, he doubts her innocence. As tensions mount, Drew and Layla face a passion they can't deny. Can Drew save her from hanging?
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New Orleans, 1895Sunlight glittered through the windows of the St. Louis Hotel, casting bizarre shadows over the dead body of Jean Cuvier. A sparrow trilled a happy song in the courtyard outside the posh hotel suite, the sound eerie and disturbing. Layla Cuvier stared at the corpse of her husband lying on the floor and knew that from this day forward, her life would forever be changed.No longer will I have to endure his touch.Her eyes confirmed what Colette, her servant, had told her. Jean lay sprawled on the floor, his brown robe wrapped around him, his face a peculiar shade of pink. Needing the confirmation of what seemed so obvious, she reached down and touched his hand. The feel of cool flesh beneath her fingers sent a shudder through her and she recoiled in revulsion."Mrs. Cuvier, a doctor is on his way and the hotel manager has sent for the police," said Colette, wringing her hands in an anxious manner.Layla felt numb as she stared at the man she had shared a house with for the last year. As his wife, she should feel sorrow at his death, but relief and a sense of peace filled her. She had barely tolerated Jean’s presence.She rose and nodded to her servant and friend. "Please help me dress before the doctor arrives.""Of course," the maid said, but glanced at her hesitantly."Did Mr. Cuvier say anything about feeling ill?" Layla asked, gazing at her husband’s still form."No. But I went to bed before you retired," the maid said. "Did you hear him call out?""After I shut my bedroom door, I heard nothing last night," Layla said, knowing the sleeping draught had ended her insomnia. The draught created a dream world filled with people and color, and a world so different from reality. Yet she would have heeded Jean’s call if she had heard his cry for help. "So many nights he slept in the chair."And Layla loved the nights he left her alone."It’s so sudden. How do you think he died?" Colette asked."I don’t know. He hasn’t been ill." Layla gave Jean one last glance, stunned at his death. Their last conversation was an ugly reminder of his evil ways and she couldn’t help but wonder if his heart could have failed him. Though their marriage had been a farce, she had never expected him to die. "Let’s hurry. I’d rather greet the authorities fully dressed.""Are you all right?" Colette asked gazing at her worriedly as they entered Layla’s bedroom. "You seem so composed."Layla gave the woman a quick glance as she shed her nightgown. "I’m a little shaken, yet I feel strangely calm."Calm and relieved, she hoped that now his ugly secrets would die with him and she could escape this farce of a marriage and return to her home.Hurriedly Layla chose a black dress appropriate for a widow. She had barely gotten her ebony hair swept up off her neck in a coiffure that left wisps of curls swirling around her face when Colette opened the door to the police. They swarmed into the suite, covering the rooms like a bevy of ants.Layla stepped out of her bedroom, and into the doorway of Jean’s bedroom to watch with interest as a uniformed policeman leaned over Jean’s prostrate body lying on the floor.The voices of the officers seemed distant and removed and the scene before her surreal, like a colorful nightmare.A short ugly little man dressed in a shabby brown suit separated from the others and walked toward Layla."Mrs. Cuvier?" he asked, his intimidating eyes focused on her."Yes?" She felt as if he stared deeply into her soul, but she had nothing to hide and met his gaze, undaunted by his beady gaze."Detective Dunegan of the New Orleans Police."They walked the short distance to the lavishly decorated parlor of the suite."Please sit." She pointed to a chair in the small sitting area as she sat across from him."How did your husband die?" he asked. He took out a notepad and a pencil from his tattered coat pocket."I don’t know. My maid awakened me this morning with the news that she’d found Mr. Cuvier lying on the floor of his bedroom. I hurried into his room, where I found him lying there, his body already cold," she said, clenching her hands in her lap. "I have no idea how long he's been dead."Layla glanced toward the bedroom, half expecting Jean to walk through the door, laughing that he had fooled them all."When did you last see him alive?" the detective asked.She thought back to the night before. They had fought fiercely and she had been determined to return home to Baton Rouge this morning. She had intended to meet with an attorney to see what kind of legal recourse was available to her, but miraculously nature had taken care of things.Now she prayed the ugly truth would die with Jean and she could return to her previous life. She licked her lips nervously."The last time I saw Mr. Cuvier was around midnight," she said, remembering how she had left him in the parlor asleep in the very chair the detective occupied.A man stood in the doorway to Jean’s room with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. "Detective Dunegan, can I speak with you a moment5"Through the open window, she could hear laughter in the courtyard of the hotel, the sound incongruous with the atmosphere in the suite.The two men disappeared into the bedroom. Their muffled voices held an excited undertone, though she could not understand what they said. As the minutes passed, she sat feeling more nervous, wondering whom she should contact regarding jean’s death."Now where were we?" he asked. "Oh, that’s right. You said the last time you saw the deceased was around midnight." He paused and frowned at her. "Did you and Mr. Cuvier sleep in separate rooms?""Yes. My husband kept odd hours, and I have trouble sleeping and don’t like to be disturbed.""So, you heard nothing in the night? He didn’t call out to you for help or assistance?""No, I took a dose of a sleeping draught not long after he came home." She gave the detective a puzzled glance. "Do you always ask these kinds of questions when a man dies?""I’m just doing my job, Mrs. Cuvier," he said matter-of-factly.Layla glanced around and noticed that more and more policemen seemed to be filling the hotel suite. They stood around in little clusters talking, occasionally glancing in her direction. A few of the officers seemed to be combing the room as if they were looking for something."What are they doing?" she asked alarmed. She had never heard of the police doing this when someone died.The atmosphere seemed charged with some ominous foreboding that she didn’t understand.He ignored her question. "How would you describe your marriage to Mr. Cuvier?""Why are you asking me these questions? How could my relationship to my husband be any of your business?" she asked, distressed. "He’s dead! Shouldn’t you be calling the coroner?""Ma’am, the coroner is with your husband. Now please, Mrs. Cuvier, just answer the question."She gazed at the detective, feeling suddenly uneasy."Our marriage was fine. My husband traveled frequently and we seldom saw one another," she said, a cold chill going down her spine. She glanced back to see a policeman coming out of her room holding her vial of laudanum in his hand. "Where is he taking my medicine?""Don’t worry, Mrs. Cuvier, it will be returned to you in good time," the detective said, not looking at her, but nodding to the policeman.Uneasiness filled her every breath and she didn’t understand why the police seemed so engrossed with Jean’s death. "How did my husband die?""I’m asking the questions, Mrs. Cuvier," the detective said, ignoring her query. "Did you and your husband have an argument last night?"She paused looking at the man, uncertain how to answer the question. "We had a slight disagreement"You selfish bastard! The words she had yelled at Jean reverberated through her mind and she knew she could never tell them the whole truth about their quarrel. Otherwise they would think she had been involved in his death."What was the fight about?""It was such a minor disagreement, I scarcely recall," she lied. "I think I’ve told you enough. You need to tell me why you’re asking all these questions."The detective gazed at her, his eyes cold. The room became silent and she felt like hundreds of eyes were focused on her. A creeping sensation started along the base of her spine and suddenly she felt afraid. Everyone stared at her as if she had done something horrible.Even the bird that chirped noisily through the window had ceased its singing and all sound was suspended in uncanny silence."How did my husband die?" she insisted, her voice rising. The detective watched her, his beady eyes intent. "Tell me!""According to Doctor Benson, your husband was poisoned."The room seemed to fade as Layla felt her body go numb. Poisoned? "Oh—Oh my. No. It couldn’t be, that’s impossible."As soon as she uttered the words, she knew a whole host of people who would like to see her husband dead. And before the day was over, there would probably be even more who cheered at the news."Oh, God!" she said, realizing the depth of trouble that would soon surround her."Can you tell me what your husband ate or drank last night?"Uneasy, Layla swallowed. "I don’t know what he had for supper, since he wasn’t here. I gave him his usual cup of tea before he went to bed."She knew she had put laudanum in his drink, as she often did, but she had not intentionally killed him, and she had definitely not poisoned him.Could she have given him too much?A shiver ran through her. Did she, accidentally kill Jean with her antidote for passion? The detective stared at her, waiting.He leaned in close, his voice demanding. "Did you poison your husband, Mrs. Cuvier?"Her heart pounded in her chest. They would think that she killed Jean if they found out what she had learned last night, the reason for their fight, the fact that her marriage was a complete farce."Of course not! I would never kill anyone," she said emphatically."You’re extremely calm and cool, considering your husband just died. You haven’t shed a tear."Layla couldn’t help but realize what he said was true. She didn’t feel any grief or remorse that Jean was dead, only a sense of relief at being free, but that didn’t mean she had killed him."My father arranged my marriage to Jean. Ours was more a marriage of convenience. But I would never poison him. That would be a sin."Silence echoed in the room filled with people eager to hear her every word. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, she would awake and realize this was just a nightmare, not reality."You said you gave your husband a cup of tea. Did you put anything in his tea last night Mrs. Cuvier?" She glanced away, wanting to lie, knowing whatever she said would incriminate her even though she was innocent."I didn’t kill Jean!" she said gazing at him."Answer the question, Mrs. Cuvier," he said, his voice harsh and forceful. "Did you put anything in Mr. Cuvier’s tea?"She swallowed nervous, knowing no one would believe her innocent. "I—I put a touch of laudanum in his tea."A gasp sounded in the room.She responded quickly. "To help him sleep. He didn’t sleep well. I did it all the time and he’s never had a reaction before." She clenched her fists. "I didn’t kill Jean."The detective tensed, but said nothing. His pencil scratched noisily against his notepad as he hurriedly wrote her comments.When he looked up, his face was expressionless, his eyes intense, like a hunter closing in on its prey."Mrs. Cuvier, I need to interview your servants. Could I ask you to wait in your bedroom? When I’m ready to continue our interview, I’ll let you know.""You want me to just sit in my room and wait for you?"He raised his bushy brows. "Yes, ma’am."Layla stared at him in shock. How could he think she killed Jean? Sure, she hated him, but she could never harm him or anyone else, for that matter. This was crazy. Everything seemed to be spinning out of control. Since yesterday her life had disintegrated into shambles."I didn’t kill my husband," she said one more time as she rose from her chair. She walked toward her bedroom, her head held high, wanting to pack her suitcase, knowing instinctively that it would be the wrong thing to do. She sat down in a chair by the window and stared out at the courtyard below. How could this be happening?She hated Jean, but to the world they had presented the image of a happily married couple, keeping their problems behind the closed doors of her bedroom. But to physically harm him would damn her forever, and even Jean wasn’t worth spending eternity in hell. She had prayed her life would change, but never this drastically. And never like this.For what seemed like forever, though probably less than an hour, Layla sat looking out the window, watching the birds flitter about the courtyard as they flew from one tree to another. Caged and restless, she wished she could fly away so easily. Finally, the door opened and the detective walked in followed by two women. Layla refused to acknowledge them, fear gripping her insides with a tightening hook."Ma’am," the detective said, releasing a young blonde woman who had come in with him. "Tell these women how the man you’re suspected of killing was related to you."What? They hadn’t officially charged her with anything. Was this some kind of trick? She turned toward the door and gazed at the detective, trying not to react to his words and contain a cool composure. "I told you I did not kill my husband."The blonde woman with eyes red-rimmed from crying moaned. "What are you saying? No! You lie. You can’t be married to Jean."Layla knew in that instant who the two women were and she didn’t know how to respond. She felt so ashamed, yet she had done nothing wrong. Jean had duped her just like the others."Did you marry Jean Cuvier?" the older distinguished-looking woman asked, her expression calm, though her green eyes shimmered with tears."Yes," Layla responded, a slight quiver to her voice. "That can’t be. He married me. He’s my husband," the blonde woman said, her voice rising, her pain and hurt audible in the bedroom.Layla resisted the urge to tell her she could have Jean. She had never wanted him."And mine," the other woman said quietly, as she sank down onto a nearby chair. "I’m Marian Cuvier. I married Jean twelve years ago at Saint Anne’s Cathedral."The blonde turned abruptly and stared at her in disbelief. "No. That’s impossible." She paused, her face twisted into a mask of horror. "No. We were married four years ago. I don’t understand. He would never do something so horrible.""And I married him a year ago," Layla whispered, painfully aware of how they had been deceived and how the world would soon know of Jean’s deceit."Impossible. Jean loved me. That’s . . . that’s bigamy!" the blonde woman said, shaking her head from side to side."Yes, it is bigamy. We were all married to the same man," Marian replied. Her voice sounded hollow and she appeared to be in shock. "And now we’re all Jean’s widows. The Cuvier Widows."Layla stared at Jean’s wives and knew that though she had only found out about her husband’s perfidy twenty-four hours earlier, she would never reveal she knew beforehand of Jean’s terrible deeds. For if the detective found out, he would surely believe that she had killed Jean in response to learning of his deceit. And though she hated him for his lies, she could never have killed him.
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About the AuthorSylvia McDaniel and the love of her life, Don, live in Texaswith son Shane, Putz the klutzy dachshund and Ashley our shy dachshund. During the day, she works for a small insurance agency, helping clients with their commercial insurance coverage.

The weekends are spent working out in the garden until the temperature climbs above ninety degrees. Recently, with the help of her husband, she learned to make homemade blueberry and blackberry jam. Cooking is not her favorite past-time and she prefers Don’s cooking any day of the week.
Currently, she’s written fourteen novels.  Her novel, A Hero's Heart, was a 1996 Romance Writers of America Golden Heart finalist. Sylvia is President Elect of Dallas Area Romance Authors.
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Escape (Vampire King Trilogy, Book 1)by Kenya WrightErotic Paranormal RomancePublisher: Secret Cravings PublishingHeat Level: SteamyWord Count: 125 pages
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DescriptionA domina’s only purpose in life was to birth vampire children for the Quiet King. Any human woman with the domina gene spent their lives in the castle under strict rules and the guards’ watchful eyes. Brie has been a domina for two years. After witnessing the slaughter of babies, she plans to escape and seeks help from Samuel, a vampire known for aiding many out of slavery.
However, Samuel has only one policy. He won’t help dominas escape the king. The penalty is too high and their blood triggers powers in him that he doesn’t want released. So Brie is forced to lie about being a domina and Samuel is lured in by her blood. Something emerges within them that they can’t deny, overwhelming their every cell and igniting an all-consuming hunger that neither can flee.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains adult sexual situations and/or adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt“Please don’t stop.” I moaned. Need rocked within me. He sucked hard. My blood heated and soared to him. Glints of shimmering red flickered, popped around us, and danced on my skin. I flinched and panicked.
Relax, Brie, Samuel whispered in my mind. It’s the blood magic moving through our essence and binding us together. His voice hummed inside me like a slowly strummed guitar, so different from his actual voice, or even the king’s mental voice. I rubbed my thighs together as my desire for him exploded into a great hunger. I was dizzy with it. I could think of nothing else but getting his tongue, fingers, and cock inside of me. Hot.I feel so hot. I wanted him to touch me, just a little more. Just one bite,I’d told him. How stupid he must’ve thought I was, knowing that one bite was all it took to capture me into desire. Now I understood the poor human women who sat on the corner addicted to the feel of fangs inside them, begging for just one more bite.
It’s almost over, he mentally said.
“And what if I want you to do more?” I asked, barely recognizing my voice.I won’t. You’re drunk from my bite. He ran his hand through my hair. His fingers traveled from my roots to their ends, then returned to my scalp, taking a new path through my tresses. I could fall in love with you and have no regrets. His voice triggered more desire. It coursed through my veins. My nipples blazed with longing for his tongue. My sensitive folds throbbed. My clitoris ached.
“Touch me.” The words fled my lips. His fangs retracted, leaving my neck. I peered at him with hooded eyes and slurred, “Make love to me.”
“I want you so bad. You’ll never understand how much.” His gold eyes brightened, illuminating the area around him. He licked his lips. “But that’s the bite talking right now, not you. I won’t make love to you until you’re in your right mind.”

 Captured (Vampire King Trilogy, Book 2)
by Kenya WrightErotic Paranormal RomancePublisher: Secret Cravings PublishingHeat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 134 pages
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DescriptionBrie and Samuel travel to the human town of Freemont and learn that Brie is being hunted. Brie is more than a domina. But what is she? And why is she being hunted as if she is the solution to a puzzle that the Quiet King has never been able to solve?
Samuel and Brie are forced to align with another, one that holds many answers and incites even more questions. Their journey drags them back to Capitol City and among the night life where sex and secrets mingle together within the light of the two moons. All this time Brie thought she’d escaped and gotten away free from vampires. But can she run away anymore or was she captured the whole time?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including voyeurism) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
ExcerptSamuel pushed his fangs out. Sharp ivory tips peeked from his lips. Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand and pierced my wrist. A lusty swirl of desire sparked at the bite, spread up my arm, sank within my chest, and hit me directly in the bundle of nerves between my thighs. I moaned as dark red blood seeped out of the wound. Samuel’s nostrils flared. His golden eyes glowed. I didn’t know if it was due to my blood or arousal, but our priorities in that moment shifted in seconds from urgent survival to lust.

“Focus,” I whispered as a low rumble pulsed from his chest.
He formed his fingers into tight fists and closed his eyes. The scent of my blood lingered between us. Hunger creased every edge of his chiseled face, but he did not move.
“Focus on healing Leeta.” I struggled to not lick my lips. What is wrong with us? Destruction flooded the area. A woman that Samuel loved like his mother balanced on the edge of life and death. And here we were, aroused, with sex and bloodlust on our minds.
His bite is becoming too addictive. I’ll have to wean myself away when we separate.
Growling, Samuel placed my wrist to Leeta’s mouth and directed his golden eyes to me. Leeta clamped both of her hands onto my wrist and greedily drank.
Separate? His voice scraped against my mind. I flinched as his sandpaper words cut through me. We agreed that I would leave you alone in Freemont. His voice rubbed against me harder. The town is destroyed. You’ll stay with me.
“Stop,” I said through clenched teeth. “You’re hurting me. I’ll have a headache if you don’t relax your thoughts.”
“I’m sorry.” His voice disappeared from my head. He looked away.
“I’ll figure out what I will do later.”
He sighed.
“For now, we need to focus.” I gazed down at Leeta as her drinking changed from tender sipping to ravenous gulps. My domina blood held healing properties for humans. Hopefully, I could repair enough of Leeta’s injuries to give us time to take her to a healer. She pulled harder with her mouth. Her demanding tugs drew my blood to her at a fleeting pace.
“Ow!” My wrist ached. I swayed back a little.
“Enough, Leeta!” Samuel yanked my hand away from her mouth. “Too much of Brie’s blood will make you sick.”
She whimpered with blood-smudged lips. In seconds, new pale skin emerged from the scarred flesh and burns on her face. Silky gray strands sprouted from her scorched scalp, lengthened until her hair fell down to the ground and glimmered in the fire’s light. Slowly the gray hair transformed to brown. She exhaled and inhaled while focusing her eyes on me.
Oh my goddess.
“Is she supposed to heal this quickly?” I blinked a few times to make sure I’d actually witnessed it. Panic flooded my chest. I touched her face, slipping my hands down her perfect, soft cheek. “I’ve never had another human drink my blood.”



Freed (Vampire King Trilogy, Book 3)by Kenya WrightErotic Paranormal RomancePublisher: Secret Cravings PublishingHeat Level: SizzlingWord Count: 134 pages
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DescriptionBlood paints the Quiet King’s castle. People flee the city. War will come. The only question is where and who will be on each side?
Brie, Samuel, and Ian return for the final installment of the Vampire King trilogy where all mysterious are solved and further secrets revealed.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including m/f/m ménage and voyeurism) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
About the AuthorKenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She has tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university.

However, writing has been the only constant love in her life.
So here we are, Kenya published three books in the Santeria Habitat series (Caged View, Fire Baptized, and The Burning Bush). She also just signed a three book deal with Secret Cravings publishing for the Vampire King series.
Will she succeed in writing? Of course.
For she has been coined The Urban Fantasy Queen, the Super Iconic Writer of this Age, The Lyrical Genius of Our Generation. Granted, these are all terms coined by her, within the private walls of her bathroom as she still sings the Michael Jackson thriller song.
Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya’s head at night.



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