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Reaper's Mercy by TL Reeve!! AVAILABLE TODAY!!

HAPPY RELEASE DAY TL!!!
Reaper’s Mercy by T.L. Reeve
I never thought there was anything special or intriguing about me, until the night Death came to visit.
Forced to gamble my existence on my dishonest father’s actions, I had Seventy-two hours to expose the deal he agreed to with Lucifer. 
With Death by my side, and time running out, I didn’t stand a hope in hell of holding him accountable. Who was I kidding; daddy dearest had only just begun to expose me to the reality of his world. Somehow, I knew I would never be the same again.
Beware of the dotted line. It might just kill you...or me.
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Fab Friday Book Spotlight: Dark Mist by Fantasia Virtuoso

Dark Mist (The Hidden) by Fantasia Virtuoso
For over a thousand years, Deacon has led his vampire brethren to live in peace amongst humans. But that was before he entered the dreams of the beautiful Rose, hungering desperately for that which he could not claim because the very laws he had set forbade it. Laws that meant certain death for the Hydden should they be broken...laws that Deacon himself might just shatter for a tiny little human.
Skirting the razors edge of lunacy because he hungered for her blood, can he ever possess the unattainable while still protecting himself from someone close by who seeks to destroy him? Or will Rose mourn the promise of an eternal forever if Deacon brings about his own death?
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Fab Friday Spotlight: Angel Payne

*Hugs Isabella.* Hello, my dear friend—and all of your awesome bloggettes! You know, the typical greeting to use when you’re guesting on someone’s blog is to say how “thrilled I am to be here.” But in this case, I have to tell you that it’s completely true.
Have you ever met someone for the first time, but felt like you’ve known them forever? That’s how it was from the moment that I hugged Isabella for the first time when we met in Colorado this spring, bound for the RomCon 2013 conference. Inside an hour, I was snapping pictures of her in the rental car, sucking on a naughty man part lollipop, and that night as roomies, we were giggling and telling stories (yeah, okay, so AGAIN, they were naughty) like college roommates.
In short, I think it’s safe to say that the heart knows when it’s found a perfect home—in friendship and in love. I think that was one of the coolest themes for me to explore as I wrote HANDCUFFED BY HER HERO, the newest installment in my W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces series.
The road that Zeke Hayes and Rayna Chestain take together toward realizing this for themselves is certainly not easy or painless. They’ve both been through hell, and in many ways, they both think they are still there—but their love for each other is a healing force that was so rewarding to write about. And oh yeah, getting to do it while writing them between the sheets together wasn’t such a bad perk of the job, either! (And on the dining room table…and the floor…and on the couch…and in a hospital bed…*smirk*)

The buy links for the book are:
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I hope that you’ll find the book a fun read! It’s the second book in the series and is written to stand on its own; however if you’re interested in getting book 1 (Saved By His Submissive), you can buy it through any of your favorite ebook retailers, or in paperback via Amazon, too:
Amazon All Romance eBooks   Barnes & Noble 

New Release: Combustion & Restoration by Rowan Elizabeth

Congratulations on your latest release, Rowan!!
Combustion & Restoration
(Speed Freak Series, Book 5)
by Rowan Elizabeth
Shelly and Brigid have finally found smooth sailing, until the past comes back to haunt them.  Will it be Shelly’s tryst in Myrtle Beach years before?  Or will Brigid’s affair with Josie at the zoo, keep them apart? Or will it be Shelly’s jealous drive into the slick winter night? Shelly must come back from the destruction of the Chevelle, the induced coma and a broken body. Would it be the end for Shelly and Brigid?  Or a new beginning?
Buy Links:  Horny Devil Publishing

Fab Friday Spotlight: Cleo Taurus

Hi Isabella! And thank you so much for having me here on your blog. This is the first guest blog I’ve done! (Insert busting your cherry joke here lol)  I’ve been a writer, in some form or another, for most of my life; I still remember the first poem I ever wrote! It was about butterflies in spring, but then I was twelve and a romantic at heart even then. In college I majored in History, thinking I would end up being some old cranky history professor somewhere, but then life had other plans for me. I had my children, and then started writing for them. I would fill what little free time I had between working sixty hour weeks and two growing girls with thoughts of books, and many times, I thought, I could do that. It was my greatest joy when Horny Devil Publishing offered me my first contract for Michael. They saw something in me that no one else did, and took a chance. It was the first of the Black Room series, and I never thought it would be more than a standalone story, but Michael wasn’t done talking to me yet. He ended up being a trilogy, and I’m proud to say all three did well! 
I write from the heart, and when I write, if I can’t FEEL my characters hearts beating, then I put it away. Everything I’ve written thus far has had some basis in my own life. My story, Alex’s Christmas Present, was based on the life of someone I lost, and how he coped with the devastating loss of a lover. Gracie, well, what woman doesn’t want TWO handsome strong men wanting her forever? And Governmental Affairs was a labor of love with a fabulous co-author, Ava Snow. Now, my story The Arrangement is out. I wrote this one in four days, so in love with Joe and Maggie that they kept talking to me telling me to write faster!  This one is very special to me for a number of reasons. My wonderful editor compared it to a reverse Beauty and the Beast, and I suppose she was right. 
I may never get rich writing, I may never be on the New York Times best sellers list, and like any author, I would certainly love it if that happened. I write to fill a hole in me, a black space where for too long I was told to just shut up. I write the kinds of stories that I like to read, and I hope that others do as well. I’m working on a new Series called The Spanking Bench Series. So far, two have been accepted for publication and I am almost done with number three. I am sure there will be more to follow.  I have an idea for my first full length novel, and its proving harder than I thought, but not impossible.  I never thought, that me, a fifty-one year old grandma would ever be a published author. But I can say this, even if I never published another thing, at least my obituary would read “author of ten books.” That’s enough for me.


ABOUT CLEO:Born in France to an Army Sergeant and his wife, Cleo grew up in the great state of Ohio, where she spent her time reading and studying. Her mother demanded she read for an hour a day, and then be prepared to discuss what she read. That was where she discovered romance books, those little pocket stories that could be read in an hour or so. After she grew up and raised her daughters as a single parent, she concentrated on stories more child centered. Once her children were on their own, she started reading the kinds of things she read before, with a decidedly bigger kink factor involved. She writes across the spectrum, it just depends on who is in her head at the moment. She ABSOLUTELY believes that everyone has the right to love and be loved in return, and nothing makes her angrier than closed minded people who think marriage is a man/woman thing.  A tireless advocate for battered and abused women, she fights for stronger laws protecting women and kids from those who would do them harm. Cleo LOVES to talk to fans, and when someone tells her a story has touched them, it makes her heart swell.  Her bucket list is full, she wants to return to France to see her birthplace, head for the Outback of Australia, and sit and sip a pint at the bar her distant family owns in Ireland.
Cleo’s Links: Cleotaurus@blog.spot.com http://ctaurus.webs.com/ https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/cleo-taurus/id589964908?mt=11 https://www.facebook.com/cleo.taurus.16?ref=tn_tnmn https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cleo-Taurus/100646756761649?ref=hl http://www.amazon.com/Cleo-Taurus/e/B00AQ17H9K/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1364772691&sr=1-2-ent

New Release: The Arrangement by Cleo Taurus

Congratulations Cleo on your latest release!!
The Arrangement by Cleo Taurus
Maggie thought life as she knew it was over, until she met the dark and Challenging Master Joe. He alone was able to give her what she needed, and with a sure and steady hand the two came to the perfect arrangement for them both. But Joe had secrets of his own, a darkness that Maggie couldn’t break through. When something happens that throws them together, will she be able to tear down his barriers? Will he be able to make her understand who and what he is?
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Fab Friday Spotlight: JC Wells

By JC Wells

Thank you so much for having me here today. It has really been a big step forward in my life to become a published author with the HDP house. It has always been my dream to get my writing out there and have people enjoy what I love to do. Like the Matik Masters, my first completed series with Horny Devils. When I started writing Rayce, I never expected that the series would take the path it did. For example, I never intended for Petar to be so broken inside and yet, it just progressed that way. Now that it is over, I’m kind of sad. This series was my baby and I had so many people following it with me as I wrote it.

The biggest excitement for me was the overwhelming and wonderful response Petar got on his release. At the moment, he is #6 in the Amazon’s bestseller category for Demons and Devils, #13 in Romance, and #17 in Gay Romance. I never expected to be in that type of place with something I wrote. The feelings can’t be explained through words.

With that excitement, I am getting a larger drive to write. I started another short and even came up with a small outline for the Novek Masters, a spinoff of the Matik Masters. This doesn’t include the series I have already started and have out. I feel like my life has three main things I MUST do: write, read, work. Oh, there’s no sleep in there. It’s impossible these days. I guess school is in there somewhere, but once that is finished, I could write all day with no worries.

The best thing about my writing is the fans. I have met so many interesting people through my stories and I love hearing from them. When they cry with my stories, like many did with Petar, it shows me that I can reach them on a different level. I hope to keep my fans close in the coming years. An author is nothing with those who love to read their stories.

I’m not sure what else there is to say here other than ‘thank you’ and I hope that you will take the time to give my stories a shot. I do write more than M/M paranormal shorts. Just check out Double or Nothing, a contemporary straight romance. Catch me on Facebook or Twitter too. I love chatting and talking about books, both mine and others.

Thanks again Isabella. This is so awesome being here today with you and your followers!

Keep reading!!

About JC:
JC Wells grew up in southern California with two loving parents who definitely knew how to lay down the law in the house if homework wasn't finished, including 100 pages of reading...a night. Using the talents she gained from years of schooling, she has grown into a writer that spans across different genres. Recently, JC has been accepted for a Masters Program in Creative Writing at Fairfield University, where she will be expanding her talents even further. Aside from the student side of her, she is an advocate for LGBTQ rights and LOVES the paranormal community. If she can get away from writing, JC loves to watch a good ghost story on TV, partake in séance's with her aunt so she could chat with her late father, or lose herself in the throws of Zumba. And if that weren't enough, she loves to be under the creative talents of a tattoo needle, using body art as personal story she wants to tell.​

Her dreams span across the globe.  She dreams of becoming a famous published author, as well as a highly sought out publishing agent.  JC hopes that you'll take a chance on the stories she has to offer.

Connect with J.C.:
Website/Blog
Facebook Fanpage
Twitter
Amazon Author Page
Goodreads
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Book two in The Doms of Her Life Series will be released soon... stay tuned!!

The Young & The Submissive Releases this month!!

Book two in The Doms of Her Life Series will be released soon... stay tuned!!

Just another beautiful day in paradise...

It was warming up already, heat rising to chase away the last of the early morning chill, as I listened to the cicadas winding up and caught the scent of night ginger still lingering on the breeze. I sat by the pool, one knee drawn upward, while the other leg dangled in the water. Nibbling on the end of my pen, I contemplated what to write in the card, sighing dramatically when nothing immediately came to mind. Surely I had something to say. I wrote words after all and was even paid for them, but I found myself at a loss, feeling hopelessly inadequate as I pondered the dilemma. I'd lived in a lot of places, in different parts of the world over the years. Sampled different cultures and picked up enough of the local languages to skate by, and had my eyes opened wide to the many varied rituals and customs. Some, were difficult to understand, others were similar to what I'd grown up with and yet others still, completely dumbfounded me. And here my quandary lay... Death and how it was dealt with, or rather not, especially here in the States, left me with more questions than it did answers. How did people grieve or even begin to grasp that their loved ones were truly gone, when they were dead, buried or cremated, all within a matters of days, then life once again resumed as normal? Whoever was left behind, had a handful of cards, an arm full of still fresh flowers and an expectation of fortitude despite their loss. It seemed rather callus to me and left me feeling very disturbed. While I understood the logistics of the problem, especially when it came to such a huge country and the difficulty of loved ones faced with sudden travel and expense. It also seemed terribly quick and final. I shook my head in despair and thought back to the rituals of home. My grandmothers funeral stood out in my mind, the week long tangi, where loved ones and friends gathered to mourn and pay their respects at the family Marae at Te Kopua. Where everyone slept side by side on mattresses on the floor of the meeting house, the coffin at the pride of place, open for the mourners to grieve and share their stories of love and friendship with all. I remember the haunting cries of the karanga, the song of welcome as visitors came and gathered outside the marae waiting for the women to call them across the threshold. I remember the feasting, the communal sharing of food, the singing, the prayers, the laughter, the stories, the tears and the comfort and support offered and taken. I remember even a Maori Princess, who came and gave her last farewell and grieved for the end of an era. My grandmothers heritage was one of pride, of mana, for she came from the last line of the king makers. By the time her body was laid to rest and the last feast, a huge hangi partaken of, by the time the last of the visitors had packed up their families and their vehicles and set off for home, you understood that she was gone. There wouldn't be any more cuddles or smiles, her soft words feather light upon my skin, would no longer caress me. I'd watched grown men fall to their knees beside her casket and bleed their tears and sorrow of anguish at her passing, watched as they kissed her cold dead cheeks and said their goodbyes. Watched as they found their solace as the days of mourning passed until they found acceptance and peace, knowing she was at peace. My grandfather Matiaha was like a mighty tree that stood alone in the forest and never was it more so than when he lost her. I watched him say the words and even smile at times as he stood with the other men, but it never touched his eyes. The light in heart had extinguished. He accepted she was gone, but he mourned the loss till the end of his days. I turned back to the plain white card in my hand and thought about offering words of comfort for someone I didn't know, who'd be buried by the time the card reached the recipient and frowned. It really shouldn't be so difficult, 'sincerest condolences for your loss...' And then a poem came to mind, one I remembered from long ago, though I'd no idea of whom the author was. I wrote the words, added my love and thoughts and sealed the card in an envelope. Just another beautiful day in paradise, as one light winked out, another shone bright. Memory; I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, Of happy times and laughing times, and bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun, of happy memories that I leave behind, when my life is done. -Author Unknown