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Book Spotlight & Giveaway "Hell's Kitty"

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"Hell's Kitty"by Eve Langlais
Book #4 in the "Welcome to Hell" series.


Good thing this Hellcat has nine lives because he’s going to need them if he’s going to survive Lucifer’s latest scheme and land on his four furry feet.
Genre: Paranormal/Demon/Siren/Mermaid/Shifter Humorous RomanceBad kitty. Hot kitty. Hell’s Kitty is on a mission for the devil, but he’s never too busy for seduction.Okay, so Felipe ate a few of the Styx sea creatures. In his defense, they were awfully tasty. Depleting the monster reservoir didn’t mean Lucifer had to go all Lord of Hell on him and order him to go on a stupid mission. And to Siren Isle of all places! Everyone knows males should stay far, far away from that dangerous place. The only stroke of luck is the woman he’s after isn’t a siren. Nor is she quite a mermaid. As a matter of fact, Jenny isn’t like anyone he’s ever met—so, of course, this curious cat wants her.Except he’s not the only one.Not long after his arrival, he runs into problems, which he’s only too happy to solve in a permanent and violent fashion. Getting Jenny off the island and back to Hell’s inner circle is proving more troublesome than expected, though. Who knew a simple retrieval mission would signal the start of a dangerous—yet exhilarating—adventure, and despite his tomcat ways, this purring feline can’t help but fall in love.The Welcome to Hell series (Can be read as stand alones, but to fully enjoy Lucifer and his ongoing matchmaking attempts, I’d suggest you read them in the following order):Book 1 : A Demon And His WitchBook 2 : A Demon And His PsychoBook 2.5 : Date With DeathBook 3 : A Demon And Her ScotBook 4 : Hell’s Kitty
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Against The Darkness by A.M. Griffin

Hello and welcome to my stop on A.M. Griffin's Against The Darkness Book Blast & Giveaway presented by Book Monster Promotions.



Title: Against The Darkness
Author: A.M. Griffin
Series: Cimmerian Moon, #1
Genre:  Young Adult
Publication Date:  June 4, 2014

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


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THE ASHES THAT REMAINCimmerian Moon, #2Release Date: August 6th, 2014
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IN DANGER'S EMBRACECimmerian Moon, #3Release Date:  FALL 2014
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A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies. 
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Fae - The Wild HuntThe Riven Wyrde Saga Book 1By Graham Austin-KingRelease date - March 9th 2014 It will be live on Kobo shortly!Blurb: Fairies... The Fae... The stuff of bedtime stories and fables.But sometimes the fairy tales are true. Sometimes they hold a warning... For a hundred generations the Fae have been locked away from the world, in the cold, the Outside. They have faded out of sight and mind into myth and folklore, but now the barriers are weakening and they push against the tattered remnants of the wyrde as they seek a way to return. As a new religion spreads across the world, sweeping the old ways and beliefs away before it, a warlike people look across the frozen ocean towards the shores of Anlan, hungry for new lands. War is coming, even as the wyrde of the Droos is fading. Only by realizing the truth lost in a child's tale will the world hope to withstand the wild hunt.
Chapter OneMiriam gazed through thesmall window at the sun as it sankslowly behind the tiled rooftops ofKavtrin. Smoke was rising fromthe chimney pots, lending acontrast that painted a dirty stainof indigo across the flaming skies.It was a sunset for young loversand poets, but Miriam was blind toit. Once there had been a timewhen the sight would have strucka chord within her, but those daysseemed long gone to her now.She traced her fingertips idly overthe worn and knife-scarredworktop and sighed as she pickedup a damp cloth and began to runit back and forth over the surface.There was no dirt to clean. Thecounter was as clean as anyonecould make it, but hands need tofeel busy and the cloth workedalmost unnoticed by her as shestared unseeing out of thewindow.She caught sight of herreflection as she turned and shefroze in place, one hand comingup to touch her cheek. Her facewas lined and drawn. Her oncelustrous brown hair was tied backinto a severe bun, which onlyserved to highlight the faint touchof grey at her temples. Shelooked... old? She wondered atherself. Who was this womanlooking back at her? How long hadit been since she'd really looked atherself? How long since she'dreally been herself?She turned to stir the potresting on the woodstove, andglanced nervously at the door.The stew was catching again, buthe probably wouldn't notice unlessit was really badly burned. Shewas a good cook, she knew shewas, but there was only so much aperson could do to keep food hotonce it was ready. The muttonhad stewed for a good six hoursand she had been trying to keep ithot for the last four. She glancedat the door again and tutted asshe caught herself doing so.Sliding the iron vent in the base ofthe stove closed, she lifted the potwith a grunt and placed it onto theheavy table.Her eyes drifted to the simplecot in the corner and she paddedover on quiet feet. The only joyshe had found in the last fifteenyears of her marriage lay sleepingsoundly in this small bed. Caerlhadn't really wanted children, butshe'd hoped that it would havemellowed his temper and whenDevin came along, he'd seemed tocalm for a time. Then of course,he had taken up the drink again.Creaks and mutterings driftedin from the stairs, she turned witha smile carefully arranged on herface as the door opened, andCaerl slumped against the doorframe. She took in all of hisappearance in a single glance.The stained and slovenly clothing,the unwashed and unkempt hair,the filthy and scraggly beard.Where under all of this filth, wasthe man she had married? Theman who had stolen momentswith her, risking her father's wrathwhen she'd been little more thana child herself.“Hello dear,” she said, forcinglightness into her voice. “How wasthe marketplace? Would you likesome dinner? I made yourfavourite.”Caerl grunted, a non-committalnoise that could have meant anynumber of things, and staggeredthe three steps to the sturdy tablebefore collapsing into a chair.Miriam busied herself with thestew, spooning out a healthyportion into a large earthenwarebowl and setting a hunk of breadon the side. She put it down infront of Caerl's slouched form, andstepped quickly away to busyherself in the tiny kitchen. Notthat anything needed doing, therooms were spotless. Living in fearof Caerl's dark moods had turnedher into an efficient cleaner, andthe fewer reasons she could givehim to start off with her, thebetter.Caerl dunked the dark peasantbread into the stew and chewed.He shovelled a spoonful into hismouth, and then grimaced andspat. His dark eyes sought her outand seemed to flash in the lightfrom the fire and the oil lamps onthe walls.“This is burnt, woman.” Heslurred, seeming to chew out thewords from a mouth slack fromdrink.“I'm sorry Caerl,” Miriam said,hating herself for the way shesounded. “I tried to keep it warmfor you, but it must have caught.”“Dammit girl, how hard can itbe to put some food in a man'sbelly?” He pressed his hands tothe tabletop and stood in asudden burst, knocking the simplewooden chair to the floor. It madea sharp crack as it splintered. “Irun those damned carts all daylong for you. Put food on the tableand a roof over the head of youand your brat, and you can't evenmake a decent meal?”Miriam rankled at him startingon the boy. She knew she oughtto keep her head down just as arabbit will stay in the warren whena storm is coming, but Caerlalways knew somehow whatwould set her off.“Well, maybe if you had beenhome instead of in the tavernthree hours ago, it wouldn't havecaught,” she muttered, the wordsspilling from her lips before hergood sense could stop them.Caerl stopped, and stared ather with dark eyes for a longmoment. A slow smile spread overhis stubbled face.“So, it's my fault is it?”“No, Caerl. I didn't mean it likethat.” She took a step back awayfrom him and began edging alongthe wall towards the window.“I work all damned day andthis is what I get? Burnt slop Iwouldn't feed a dog!” He slammedhis hands down on the table,making the bowl jump.Miriam flinched and turnedquickly to see if Devin had woken.“Dammit, woman. Look at mewhen I'm talking to you!” Hesnatched up the bowl and hurled itat the fireplace. It shattered onthe woodstove, splattering stewover the walls and onto the hearthwhere it bubbled and hissed.Miriam cried out as the bowlsmashed, ducking involuntarily asthough it had struck her. Shecowered down, her handsshielding her face as Caerlstormed towards her with ragedancing in his eyes. She drewback as he came closer andgrabbed for her and then skitteredalong the wall towards thewoodstove and the doorway totheir own tiny room. Caerlfollowed swiftly, his movementsunimpeded by the ale he stank of,as if the rage had burned thealcohol from him.“Caerl, don't. Please?” Shebacked into the darkness of theirsmall bedroom. “You'll wake theboy. Try to calm down.”“Don't you tell me what to do.”He reached for her and managedto grab her hair, pulling it free offthe bun as she twisted and triedto dart away from him. “Who inthe hells do you think you are,telling me what to do?”He yanked savagely on herhair, bending her backwards andoff-balance as her eyes filled withtears. “You're nothing!” he spat.“That's what you are woman. Youknow it, and I know it.”He let go, dropping her to thefloor as she curled up tight, ballingher fists and pressing them to herface as if to ward off the hate.“Say it,” he whispered, but shelay silent, biting her cheek to holdin the tears.“Say it!” he roared, drawingback his foot and kicking hersavagely in the ribs with his heavyboot.Miriam gasped as the painflooded through her. Her eyesfilled with tears and she felt himcrouch down and grab her by thethroat , wrenching her towardshim. His calloused hands wererough on the delicate skin of herthroat, and she fought to draw ina ragged breath as he squeezedat her neck.“Don't you ever tell me what todo.” His spittle sprayed onto hercheeks as he spat out the wordsand the stench of stale beerturned her stomach. She began tosob silently as she fled insideherself. Her silence seemed toenrage him more than herdefiance had, and he struck herwith the back of his hand, theforce throwing her to the floor.“Da?” a small voice carried infrom the doorway.Miriam's eyes flew open inhorror and her pain was forgotten.Devin was a slight boy and thenightshirt made him seem all thesmaller as he looked up at hisfather.“Da, don't hit her.” He saidagain, a world of reproach in hissmall voice.Miriam flew to her feet as Caerlturned and bristled at the lad.“You telling me what to do,boy?” he asked in a low dangerousvoice as he moved toward thedoorway.“Don't you touch him, Caerl,”she warned. “Don't you dare touchhim.”“Boy needs to know his place,”he muttered almost to himself, ashe looked down at the dark hairedchild backing away from him.Desperately, she reached forhim and clung to his arm, trying tohold him back as he dragged herinto the kitchen again. Muttering acurse Caerl struggled to throw heroff, turning to face her once more.His face was a mask of pure rageas he struck her with his openhand across the face. This was noslap, his hand was rigid and shestaggered backwards into thewall, her head ringing. He stalkedtowards her as she dashed thetears from her eyes and looked upat him. Her face throbbed and oneeye was already starting to swell.He staggered suddenly asDevin launched himself on hisback screaming like a feral cat.Caerl's eyes went wide in shockand then pain as the boy’s nailsclawed at his neck. He reachedback almost casually, grasping ahandful of the nightshirt and threwthe boy at his mother.“You both got no damnedrespect.” he spat and began toundo the thick leather belt hewore.“That's enough Caerl,” Miriamsaid snapped, her lips white withanger as she got to her feet,clutching Devin to her skirts asthey moved sideways towards thefireplace. He laughed coldly andshook out the belt. Miriamreached out blindly and took upthe first thing that fell to hand.The heavy iron ladle from the pot.“So help me Caerl, if you touchthis boy...”His laugh was frost as shethrust Devin behind herawkwardly. She shrieked as hefeinted towards her and sheswung wildly with the ladle,spraying stew across the roomand missing.He grinned and lunged again,but this time his balance or theale betrayed him and he had noneof the grace of moments ago. Shelashed out, screaming, and theladle caught him solidly on thetemple with a sickening crunch.Caerl staggered backwards andfell, crashing through the chairsand table before hitting the floor.The silence when it fell, waslouder than her screams had everbeen. She stood frozen, holdingthe ladle with both hands. Shewas dimly aware of Devin behindher, both hands gripping her dressand his face buried in the cloth.Extricating herself from his graspshe crept towards Caerl's pronefigure. Blood was seeping slowlyfrom his temple and one nostril,and his eyes were half closed. Shelooked carefully, but saw no signsof movement. He lay still,seemingly out cold. She felt a wildexultation in her breast but then,just as powerfully, the reality ofwhat she had done washed overher and Miriam was filled with afear deeper than she had everknown. He would kill her. Her andthe boy both, that much wascertain. If he didn't kill her, he'deither make her pay so savagelythat she begged for death, or he'dhave her up before the Justice.“Devin, sweetheart?” shecalled softly. “Let's take a trip, justyou and me. We'll have anadventure.”The boy looked at her withhuge dark eyes. “Without Da?” heasked in a small voice. Miriamnodded.“Good,” he said firmly.Forcing a smile onto her face,she set about grabbing clothesand what little food they had inthe house, filling bags while Devindressed. Taking his small hand,she led him to the door andreminded herself to walk normallyand calmly into the hallway anddown the stairs, even as her mindscreamed at her to run.Kavtrin was not a small cityand even at this time in theevening the streets were filledwith people. Miriam held tight toDevin with one hand, and thebags with the other, as she triedto thread her way through thecrowded streets. Many peoplewere still making their way homefrom work. Some few hawkerswere still on street corners, tryingto sell this and that. Miriamnoticed first one, and then severalevening girls coming to standunder the, as yet, unlit streetlamps with their lost and hopelesseyes.She hurried Devin along thecobbled streets, trying to keepfrom being forced into the guttersby the sheer weight of traffic.They darted over to the side fromtime to time to avoid the cartsthat clattered through with theirdrivers flicking the whip at thehorses and cursing at all whostood in their way. She was onlydimly aware of where she wasgoing. It had been so long thatshe was surprised she evenremembered the way. Devin hadbeen silent since they left thehouse, and she neededdesperately to get him into thewarm.Miriam didn't notice the rainwhen it first started, a soft mistingdrizzle that was more like spraythan rain, but which soon beganto soak through her simplewoollen dress. It slowly changedinto a steady rain that plasteredher long brown hair to her faceand her dress clung to her legswith each step. They were bothsoaked to the skin as they finallycrossed the high cobbled bridgeand saw the golden glow of thelamplight coming from thewindows of the Broom andBadger. Miriam made her wayaround to the rear of the inn andpounded on the large oak door asDevin pressed himself hardagainst her hip. The boy wasshaking, not simply shivering, buta solid trembling. Miriam drew in abreath to speak as the door finallyopened, but the girl in thedoorway pulled them both out ofthe rain with wide eyes.“Lords and Ladies, look at thestate of you two.” she exclaimed.“Boy'll catch his death out in that.So will you! An' what's wrong withthe front door anyway?”“Shalin said I could call on herif ever I needed anything,” Miriamtold the blonde girl in a tinybroken voice. The girl looked ather, taking in the deepeningbruises, and her face softened.“Ah darlin', you've been through it,haven't you, love?” She hurriedthem through into the warmkitchen, still filled with the aromasof dinner, and sat them close tothe fire set in the long wall.“You two sit here and I'll findShalin. I expect you could usesomething hot inside you too.”She bustled around and set alarge bowl in front of Devin,before leaving through the doubledoors that led into the inn proper.The kitchen was long and lowbeamed,with huge cast-ironovens set against one wall and along table filling the centre of theroom. It was well-lit with oil lampson the walls shedding a warmcomforting light. It smelled ofchicken, fresh baked bread, andhope. Miriam let the warmth fromthe fire soak slowly into her bodyand watched Devin devour a largebowl of warm apple pie as only aten year old boy could.“My stars, Miriam, I neverthought I'd see you again!”exclaimed a slim blonde womanfrom the doorway. Shalin seemeddetermined to overcome everystereotype about innkeeper'swives. She was tall and willowy,with a figure that made otherwomen hate her on sight. She wasneither matronly nor blousey,though that was not to say shewas not beautiful. She had longhair the colour of good honey, andpiercing blue eyes. It would beeasy to assume that she was justsome pretty thing the Innkeeperhad been lucky enough to end upwith, but Shalin was far more thana pretty face. She ran the inn witha brisk efficiency that showed inher eyes. This was a woman whobrooked no nonsense anddemanded both order and respect.This was a woman thatcommanded loyalty and who noman with a whit of sense wouldcross. She had once been Miriam'sclosest friend, and the last thingsMiriam had said to her had beenlies. “Shalin,” she breathed as shemade her way to the doorway.“Lords and Ladies woman, lookat the state of you,” Shalinmuttered as she drew Miriamclose into a fierce embrace,ignoring the water that waspooling by her feet. “What'shappened to you?”Miriam sucked in oneshuddering breath before spittingout, “Caerl.” The name tore fromher throat and carried all theyears of venom and fear. All thelove and betrayal, the hurt andevery bruise. She clung fiercely toShalin, taking strength from theembrace and the simpleknowledge that another adultcared for her. Shalin stroked herhair softly, making hushing noises.“Deena,” she called through intothe hallway. “Why don't you getthe lad a warm bath and wrap himup in Thomas' old room?”The girl nodded, smiling atDevin as she held out her hand.“That pie was good wasn't it? Ialways feel better after coming infrom the wet, when I can getsomething warm inside me. Now,how about we get you out ofthose wet clothes, into a hot bath,and then find you a nice warmbed?” Devin nodded sleepily andallowed himself to be herded fromthe room.“He'll be fine,” Shalin said,stepping back to look at Miriam.“Now, how about we get youwarm and you can tell me what isgoing on? Go on with Deena andshe'll get you one of my robes.You can wrap up in that for nowand get dry.”The blonde girl led them bothup the stairs and pointed Miriamtowards a bedroom door, “Thereshould be a robe or two on theback of the door. Just leave yourdress in there and I'll see it'scleaned for you.”Miriam nodded her thanks andcrouched a little to give Devin aquick hug before stepping into theroom.Shalin smiled at her as shecame back into the kitchen andwaved her back into the chair. Therobe was soft and with thewarmth from the fire she wasbeginning to thaw. “Now then,now that you look more like thewoman I knew and less adrowning kitten, why don't you tellme what's going on? The last timeI saw you, your Caerl had gotten anew job in Savarel and you weremoving up there.”“We were never going toSavarel,” Miriam admitted in asmall voice. “I lied because he'dlost his job again and we werebeing thrown out of our home.”“Why didn't you saysomething?” Shalin gasped. “I hadno idea! You know I would havehelped you.”“When you've got nothing,Shalin, sometimes pride is all youcan to cling to,” Miriam saidsimply.“Hmm, you're right.” saidShalin. “We were so poor, wemade the birds look rich when Iwas a little'un, but our doorstepwas scrubbed daily.” She foldedher arms across herself. “So,what's happened now? I mean, it'sbeen what, eight years? Nine?”“It's been eleven, Shalin,almost twelve.” Miriam walkedover to the fireplace and stareddeep into the flames. “He drank,”she began. “Most men drink, buthe drank and then he got meanwith it. I could cope with that wellenough, I suppose, but it wasalmost every day in the end.” Herhead bowed as if she werespeaking to the floor, like theconfession of a naughty child.“And he would hit me. Nothing Idid would be good enough, Shalin.I tried. I really tried! There wouldbe days when he would comehome and it seemed like he wassearching for something to startoff on. Then tonight, he beat meand Devin woke up.”“Your boy?” Shalin askedquietly.Miriam nodded silently. “Caerlwas always careful not to wakehim, either that or Devin alwaysmade out like he was sleeping.He'd never stir.” She breatheddeeply before pressing on. “Caerlhad me on the floor and he justkept kicking me. All I could thinkwas, this was it. This was thenight that he's finally going to killme. Then, Devin was there,throwing himself on Caerl and hegrabbed him and threw him atme. He actually threw my boy,Shalin! He was taking his belt offto beat the both of us.”“How did you end up like this,Miriam? You were always sostrong, when I knew you.”“He wasn't always like this.When we first met, he was sosweet you wouldn't believe hewas the same person.”“How did you meet him? Younever did tell me, you know?” Shestood and took down a kettle froma hook, filling it from the pumpover the double sinks. “I expectyou could use some tea to startwith?” She cocked an eyebrow atMiriam over one shoulder.“He was a caravan guard. Heused to come in to my father's innevery few months, doing the routefrom Savarel to Kavtrin.”“And I bet you thought he heldthe sun in one hand and the moonin the other didn't you?” Shalinsaid as she set the kettle to boil.“And then some,” Miriamadmitted. “He was everything myfather hated, and of course,everything I wanted. I was all offifteen when we started sneakingabout together.” Her face twistedas she spoke. “Eventually, hetalked me into running away withhim, and that was that. I snuckout of the window one night withnothing but a small pack ofclothing and keepsakes.” Shepicked up the mug and blew softlyat the steam curling from the top.“At fifteen, I knew all there was toknow, and so I turned my back onmy family, friends and my home.All for a man I'd really, barelyknown.”“You don't need to tell me ifyou don't want to,” the womansaid softly.“No, it's good. It sort of helps,you know, to talk about it? I don'tthink I've ever told anyone thewhole thing before.”Shalin nodded, setting thesteaming mug down in front ofMiriam and moving back to herown chair, cradling her cup in herelegant hands.“We settled here in Kavtrin. Hefound work easily enough in themarketplace and on the docks. Ifound easy work in a tavern. Wehad a lovely room in a nice areaoverlooking some of the gardensby the park. It wasn't anythingespecially wonderful, but it wasours, and it felt like a home.Things were wonderful. I meantruly storybook wonderful, until hestarted drinking.” She cleared herthroat and looked down at thetable as she continued. “First, hestarted drinking after work withthe boys from the marketplace. Ididn't mind or blame him. It's hotand heavy work, and a man needsto spend time with the folks heworks with.“Then, he started drinkingduring lunch with the dockhands.Before long, he was drinking morethan he was working. That waswhen he lost the first job. He wasso ashamed that he hid it from mefor almost a week before he finallyadmitted it. He'd been still goingout to work in the mornings andnot back until dusk, but I'd knownsomething wasn't right. A womanalways knows. So, he'd sworn offthe drink and we'd muddledthrough. He found more work andthings were back to normal, untilit happened again.” She drew in adeep shuddering breath andsighed it out slowly. “This isharder than I thought,” she said,looking at Shalin with anapologetic smile.“You're doing fine Miriam, justtake your time.”Miriam nodded and drained hertea, setting the mug down andcurling her hands in her lap. “Afterwe lost the third home, I told himstraight. One more time, one lasttime, and that was all the chancesI was giving him.” She sighed andgave a wry smile, “We hadn'treally planned for a family. Oh, wehadn't exactly avoided it, I'dstopped drinking moon-tea soonafter we settled down again. If I'mhonest with myself, it had beenmy price for keeping us together,and that had been the idea really.Maybe I thought that if weconcentrated on starting a family,then things would be better. Ofcourse, you need to be home tostart a family. It helps if you areconscious and not snoring alefumes into the kitchen floor. I'dbeen right on the verge of tellinghim we were done, when alongcame Devin, just like that.” Shelaughed a bitter little laugh.“He changed. Overnight hechanged, and it was like none ofthe strife or struggles had everbeen there.” She glanced up atShalin and smiled with tearrimmedeyes. “He helped throughthe pregnancy. He worked harder,was home earlier and looked afterme like I was made of glass.Sometimes too much! When Devinwas born he was there, though hebolted outside as soon as themidwife arrived and wouldn'tcome back into the building untilhe heard the babe squall. Life wasback to the storybook for almostfour years, four blissful years.”“So, what happened? Whatchanged?” She heard Shalin ask.“Honestly? I have no idea.”She shook her head. “I wonderedfor a while if he'd been having anaffair and it had ended orsomething like that. Between onemonth and the next he shifted, hebecame distant. He came hometwice with ale on his breath,though I pretended I hadn't smeltit. The following week it wasspirits he reeked of. Then itseemed it was every night. Youknow the funny thing?” Shalinshook her head quietly and Miriamsmiled a sad smile. “It was onlythen, that I began to realise howalone I'd become. We lost most ofour friends when we'd had tomove the first time. There'snothing quite like pride to rob aperson of their good sense isthere? Oh, I'd reached out acouple of times, but after we'dmoved the third time, I was soashamed I never bothered tryingto keep in touch again. ThenDevin came along and my dayswere filled with him and whatwork I could find. Caerl had beenso good to me that I almost didn'tnotice that I never really sawanyone else. Until of course, Ineeded somebody else. Until it allbegan again. And then I wasalone. So, so alone.”Shalin moved to take her in herarms as the tears began to fall.Her body shook with silent sobs,and she allowed the willowyblonde to pull her head into hershoulder. For a time they just satin silence, until Miriam pushedherself away with a sniff. “Look atme, crying like a babe.”Shalin just looked at her insilence, a faint smile on her face.“Where were you working?”Miriam sniffed. “I still workedin a couple of taverns. It was hardto find one where I could bringDevin. But then when he got oldenough he worked as a scullion,while I worked in the kitchen orthe laundry. I'd tried working as aserving girl again, but any manwho smelled of ale reminded meof Caerl. I tried a few places, butin the end I realised it wasn't theinn, it was me. A girl working in aninn needs to be able to laugh andbanter and flirt a bit. I couldn't doit. I couldn't find it in me. Any manso much as spoke to me and I ranoff to the kitchens like a startledrabbit. So I stayed in the kitchens,preparing meals and washinglinens.“Through all of it, Caerl wasthe same. He ran in cycles. Hewould drink himself to almost rockbottom before swearing off thestuff. He was true to his word too.He wouldn't touch it, or go to theinn with the others. He'd comeback from his work early. He'd becalmer, kinder, more attentive,and then it would begin again.Always the same, every time. Itwould start with one drink withthe boys on a Friday. Then itwould become Wednesday too,then a touch of wine with dinner.Before too long, he'd be cursingthat we had nothing in the placeto drink. He'd be coming backfrom the marketplace later andlater and stinking like the bottomof an ale barrel. The more hedrank, the blacker his moodseemed to get, and then beforelong I was back to never knowingwhen he was coming home, orwho he might be when he arrived.“Some men are happy drunks.We've both seen them, laughingand carrying on. Some becomedepressed and snuffle into atankard in the corner. Caerl wasn'teither of these. He would fall inthrough the doors with a shadowin his eyes, and then it wouldstart. It seemed some days, healmost had to search forsomething to get angry about, buthe always found something.Everything was meant as a hurtwhen the mood was on him. If thefire was built too high, I wassquandering his money. If thefood was too simple or the roomsnot spotless I was failing as awife. But it was rare for him toactually hit me, until just lately.”Her hand crept unnoticed to herface and she fingered the bruises,probing the sore flesh absentlyshe spoke.“Always before, even in hisdarkest place he stopped athurling things across the room orkicking over the table. He'd rageand curse at me as I stood in frontof Devin's cot and eventually, itwas like he'd suddenly see me.Maybe he saw how scared I wasor something. But he'd turn andstorm out of the door. He'd beback later, stinking of cheap ginand slurring apologies as hepawed at me in the bed.“And then one time, he did it.He hit me. And it was like, nowhe'd crossed the line and seenthat nothing came from it, hedecided it was okay. He never didit in front of the boy, though. Itwas like he thought beating mewas fine, it was okay. But childrenshouldn't see it. Then tonight, hewoke Devin with all his shoutingand Devin saw him hit me. My boyactually tried to protect meShalin.” Her voice was filled with afierce pride.“What have you done, Miriam?”Shalin asked, as understandingsuddenly dawned on her.“He was going to beat us both.He was taking off his belt!”“What have you done, Miriam?”she repeated in a soft voice.“I went for him with a potladle. It caught him in the face,just here,” she touched hertemple. “He fell hard. And…and,we just left.”“Is he dead?”Miriam gasped. “I don't know,”she admitted as her hand flew toher mouth. “I didn't think to check.Oh, Lords and Ladies! What if I'vekilled him?”Shalin took her by the hands,and looked at her firmly. “Now,listen here. You did what youneeded to do. Nobody in this roomis going to blame you or think lessof you for that. You were keepingyour boy safe, and that's whatcounts. If he's dead, well then hegot what was coming to him. Lessthan I would have given him!” Shestood abruptly and left the room,returning quickly with two glassesand a dark bottle.“Take this, you look like youcould use a good drink,” she said,pressing the brandy into Miriam'shands.Miriam drank the fiery liquiddown without comment and heldher glass out for another. Shalinchuckled and poured, beforeturning back with a serious look.“Have you thought what youmight do?”Miriam shook her head.“I'd have you here, Miriam, youknow that. But you must know it'sgoing to be one of the first placeshe looks, if he comes looking foryou. If he's dead, well then, betteryou were gone from Kavtrincompletely.”“Maybe I should just go to theJustice, Shalin. I mean, if he'sdead?”“Now don't talk stupid, girl!”Shalin snapped. “You've done theright thing. You got yourself out,you looked after your lad. You'vewalked all the way here, and nowyou talk about going to theJustice?”“If he's dead though...” shetrailed off.“What? Because it's the law?”Shalin scoffed. “You know as wellas I do, that people die in this cityevery day. Caerl wasn't rich orimportant, they won't bat an eye.IF he's even dead!” she took adeep drink, and set down herglass again. “Now, before youstarted on that nonsense, I wasabout to ask if you have anywhereyou could go. Somewhere outsideof Kavtrin, until you get on yourfeet? Are you in touch with yourfamily at all?”Miriam shook her head. “No.And it's been too long. I couldn'tjust turn up, not now. To behonest, I don't even know ifthey're still there.”“It's a start, Miriam. Go thereand see. It gets you away fromany... problems here. And it getsyou moving off your behind, girl!”“I don't have any money,Shalin. I hadn't really thought pastmaybe someday getting awayfrom Caerl, and finding a jobsomewhere with just me andDevin. It was all just rainy daydreams, but now...”Shalin took a deep breath,visibly biting back words whichwere too harsh for the moment.“Wait here,” she said tersely andstrode from the room. Miriam satby the fire, listening to the soundsof raucous laughter and merrimentfrom the common room. She wasdimly aware of Shalin's voice inthe hallway. The words wereindistinct, but the tone spokevolumes. A few moments later shestepped back into the kitchen.“I've a few things to organise,but we will sort you out, Miriam.For now, I think you probablyneed a bed. You look like you'reabout to drop off your feet. Whydon't you head up and climb inwith your boy? We'll talk more inthe morning.” Graham Austin-King began his writing with children's stories to entertain his children when walking them to and from school. When he started getting demands to repeat the same story over and over again he decided to write them down.Liam and the Grump was soon followed by Captain Pegleg and the Greatest Treasure.Fantasy is the genre which has always appealed to him, a result of reading too many books and playing too many roleplaying games and computer games. Having weaned himself on Tolkein he cut his teeth on David Eddings and Raymond E. Feist.Finally the keyboard beckoned, there were worlds to create.Graham lives in Kent in England with his wife and three younger children. a Rafflecopter giveaway

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Dangerous Protector
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If you run from love, you're asking for a chase...  

James Brock lived the past ten years without the woman he loves. Using his job as head of the Federal Paranormal Unit to help others, he's done a good job of ignoring his lack of a personal life until she returns. His salvation. His first love. 

Cynthia Vega had a very good reason to leave the only man she loved after she'd accepted his marriage proposal. Now she's back as his boss. And he's not willing to ignore their chemistry or the past. 

Brock is determined to claim his mate and prove that their passion is even hotter than before. He wants her and her explanation behind their separation. Except, some secrets won't stay buried in the past. Brock will fight his demons to follow her lead, but Cynthia's reluctance to explain their lost love may be the one key to their destruction...

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Dangerous Protector© Milly Taiden, Latin Goddess Press 2014Chapter One
Cynthia was tired. Tired of having to be the responsible one in her family. Of giving up everything she’d ever wanted. And she was especially tired of Galvez and his condescension. “Did you want me to promise that in blood or something?” His dark skin turned mottled with anger. Too bad. “I already said I’m fine. Now let me go home and let me do my job. I can handle Brock. And his team.”Galvez stepped away, giving her space to slide into the car. He continued to watch her. Her muscles felt tight from the tension of the past hour. The engine’s roar was music to her ears. Galvez dropped down to eye level. Fuck. She thought he was done.“I won’t have you or him messing with the plans I have in the Bureau.”She bit the inside of her cheek hard, until she swore she tasted blood. Then she counted to ten before finally answering him.“I know what it is you want.” She’d been informed he was gunning for a high-ranking position. “I don’t really care about it. That’s your problem.” She gripped the wheel, staring into his angry dark gaze. “But I think you should know, that you won’t ever be allowed to lead the FPU. It’s why they made you hire me.” She smiled coldly. “You see, you need to be paranormal to lead that team. It’s why I’m reporting to the head of the Bureau directly.”“I don’t care what you think you know. I want to make sure that you are able to handle this. I’ll have the group reporting to me at some point,” he growled.She shook her head. “No. You won’t. I know you’ve tried. You can’t lead a special team.” She shifted gears, put the car in reverse, and hit the accelerator. Tires squealed. Galvez rushed off in order to not be run over. She stopped, turned the wheel and put it in drive. “You know why you can’t lead a special team, Galvez?”He stood there motionless. Watching her. His face clear of all emotions but the usual anger she’d come to know well.“Because you’re not special.”
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BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – SEAL My Destiny SERIES – SEAL Brotherhood #6 AUTHOR – Sharon Hamilton GENRE – Romantic Suspense PUBLICATION DATE – June, 1, 2014 LENTH (Pages/# Words) – Full Length Novel PUBLISHER – Al Publishing Navy SEAL Luke Paulsen, on the verge of PTSD stemming from the death of his fiancée and a brutal tour overseas, knows he is damaged goods and unsuitable for relationships. While paying respects to a fallen comrade, he is unprepared for the chemical attraction he feels for the carefree dark-haired beauty playing in the surf one evening.Julie Christensen befriends the troubled SEAL, motivated by her yearning to soothe the young man’s troubled soul. Fueled by intense mutual desire, they succumb to one night of mind-numbing passion. Afterwards, he is unable to shed the memory of his lost love and disappears.When they meet again at a wedding that will forever bring their two families together, their passion and longing for one another forces them to confront their pasts in order to find a future together. But soon the trauma of his service separates them. Julie goes back to teaching and Luke deploys for North Africa with SEAL Team 3. Upon his return, he receives a frantic call that Julie's life is in danger. Will he make it in time to save the woman he now knows he wants to marry and spend the rest of his life with? AMAZON KINDLE US / AMAZON KINDLE CA / AMAZON KINDLE UK / GOODREADS He wanted to say something but suddenly became hesitant. Everything had gone so fast, he didn’t want to spook her. He was unafraid to show her how much he loved being with her, especially since she’d promised to visit him in Coronado and they’d see where things went from there. It would have been like the cart before the horse, but he wanted to ask her to marry him at that impulsive moment, but he held himself back. Being the wife of a SEAL was a special assignment and there was no training for that, except the school of hard knocks. There was a community of wives that looked out for each other. And not all the stories from overseas made it home to them. The smart wives knew this. He knew it was a lot to ask of someone. He didn’t want to fall for a lady who didn’t really understand what she’d be getting herself into. But that was a completely crazy thought, because he’d already fallen for her. He decided he’d just put it out of his mind, and not discuss anything future-related, to keep the pressure off them both. Nothing wrong with having a little bit of—well, a lot of—fun in the next few days before his deployment. He held her under the starlight. Feeling eyes on him, he saw Julie’s parents eyeing him from their kitchen window, smiling. He couldn’t keep up the eye contact because odds weren’t in his favor. He wasn’t prince charming, or Sir Galahad riding in on his white horse. He was just a guy other guys sent in to blow stuff up, grab people and hopefully get out before getting shot or caught. And his intentions, although he liked to think of them as honorable, were merely to do everything in his power to be as irresistible as possible to her so that when he left, he’d be the one hard to miss. And then maybe she’d wait for him. Maybe she’d wait until he got fully well. It was a lot of ifs. The music stopped while he was kissing her ear through her hair, while he was holding her tighter as she melted into him. He liked that they were dancing because their thighs made soft caresses and the dress, that yummy dress, made all that noise. He just knew every time he heard the sound of layers of chiffon, he’d get hard. It was going to be something he’d have for the rest of his life.
Sharon’s award-winning almost-erotic Navy SEAL stories of the SEAL Brotherhood, have consistently made best sellers lists and review sites. Her characters follow a spicy road to redemption through passion and true love. She has been an Amazon top 100 author in Romantic Suspense since last fall.Her Golden Vampires of Tuscany are not like any vamps you’ve read before, since they don’t have to go to ground and can walk around in the full light of the sun. Honeymoon Bite, Book 1 of the Golden Vampires of Tuscany Series was recently named the #1 Gothic Romance by Amazon. It is now available on Audible.Her Guardian Angels struggle with the human charges they are sent to save, often escaping their vanilla world of Heaven for the brief human one. You won’t find any of these beings in any Sunday school class.Sharon lives in Sonoma County, California with her husband, and two Dobermans. A lifelong organic gardener, when she’s not writing, she’s getting vera vera dirty in the mud, or wandering Farmer’s Markets looking for new Heirloom varieties of vegetables and flowers. AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE / WEBSITE / BLOG / FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOOGLE+ / GOODREADS / SHELFARI Prizes:1) Signed set of print books 1-5 and a signed cover posted featuring Jimmy Thomas 2) Winners choice of audiobook (choose from book 1-5 in the SEAL Brotherhood series) (or an ebook of their choice if they don't read audio) 3) One $50 Giftcarda Rafflecopter giveawayTour Organized By:

Beasthood Tour

BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Beasthood SERIES – The Hidden Blood Series, #1 AUTHOR – A.Z. Green GENRE – Paranormal romance/ dark fantasy/ new adult PUBLICATION DATE – 17th Feb 2014 LENTH (Pages/# Words) – 390 pages PUBLISHER – KDP Amazon COVER ARTIST – A.Z. Green (the author) BOOK BLURB / SYNOPSIS –The bloody, raw meat was tantalizing her; calling to her. She hated it and yearned for it all at once. Stop, she ordered. What are you doing?! So hungryyyyy, snarled a primal voice deep within her. Don’t you dare! she screamed back. But the primal hunger ignored her pleas and took over her body, forcing her rational voice deep within the crevices of her mind.What would you do if you discovered you weren't human? That you turned into a bloodthirsty monster against your will? What if your instincts, emotions and desires were torn between your own and the dark, dangerous animal lurking inside of you? If it could make you yearn for someone you shouldn't, make you say and act in ways you wouldn't and overwhelm your whole existence? If everything you'd ever known about your life was a lie?In a world where a deeply hidden community is swathed in mystery, deadly secrets, betrayal and murder, Jaz Barker struggles to fight against the dangerous Beast within her and the emotions and desires it thrusts her way.When tensions ride high and people she cares about are put in danger, she will have to decide how much of her newly awakened animal-side she's willing to let in.And if it is worth the risk...BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US / AMAZON KINDLE UK / GOODREADS / SHELFARI EXCERPT

“For the fourth round, the judges have decided that the two opponents must face each other in their Beast form, starting now!” The crowd drowned out his rumbling voice and went manic. Jaz stared in disgusted awe as Kain's body contorted and twisted and crunched until he turned into a Beast. His roars and howls were spine-chilling, sending shivers through every inch of her. But she realized her reaction wasn't because of him. Something was wrong with Nik. “Why isn't he Changing?” Alf barked. “Why the fuck isn't he Changing?!” Jaz gaped at Nik who was standing completely still. Kain's spine cracked and dark brown hair began pushing through his skin, covering his Changing body. His jaw crunched as it lengthened. “He can't Change,” she uttered in a low voice, mostly to herself. The air in her lungs suddenly felt like a ball coated in spikes. “He can't bloody Change! He must be too weak!” She clamped her hands to her mouth just as Kain lunged straight for Nik. Before she knew what she was doing, she jumped forward, tripping over the thigh-high barrier. She felt Alf's hand whip past her, missing a grip on her arm before she saw the sand floor of the arena below her, rushing towards her. She held out her hands just in time to try to soften the fall before she slammed into the ground; the wind was knocked out of her and she grunted. Half the crowd turned in her direction, some pointing at her, the other half who hadn't yet seen her still had their eyes glued to the cage. She cocked her head up, saw the Beast's teeth about to shred Nik's shielding arm to pieces, when her view was blocked by someone's back as they pounded towards the cage. One by one, five more Weres jumped down from behind her, dodging her as they raced towards the metal dome. She stared in bewilderment as two more sprang out from the barrier containing the pulsing crowd on the other side. The increase of Weres on the arena floor caused an uproar in the crowd and Judges Stand. Jaz saw the two cage guards knocked out on the floor just before she felt an arm around her, yanking her to her feet. She wheeled round to face the cold, beautiful eyes of her enemy. “Fraya!” she barked, teeth bared. Njord's note had confirmed the feeling in her gut that the cold-hearted bitch standing in front of her had killed Lora and her unborn child. Jaz wanted to squeeze the life out of her and enjoy watching it. But the guilt-stricken look in Fraya's eyes stopped her. “Need a hand?” Fraya offered. Jaz studied her suspiciously but urgency kicked her into action. She pushed her emotions aside, ignoring Fraya as she bolted across the sand floor, sprinting over and around Weres fighting and throwing punches at each other. She couldn't tell who was with her or against her. She didn't care. She just needed to see if Nik was alive. Beast Kain was roaming around the cage, pacing back and forth. Nik was in the middle still standing and Jaz exhaled with relief. Alf was pushing others back from the cage. The wispy-haired judge was screeching into his microphone, calling for order. It was then that the balls of fire shot out of nowhere. Jaz screamed as one hurled in her direction. Those in front of her path ducked, and she dived to the side just in time. Then there was another from a different direction, coming from her left this time. She ran forward. Then came another, and another all being shot from guns fixed into the stone barrier just below the crowd. Jaz spotted square holes that had been opened for the guns to fire through, before she had to dive again. The heat of the balls turned the arena into Hell itself. She ran towards the cage but was stopped in her path as more fireballs in quicker succession exploded out into the arena. The fireballs bounced off the wall of glass protecting the crowd. Jaz had no idea when or how the glass wall had appeared. As she ducked down on the ground she noticed the balls of fire seemed to purposely miss the cage, aiming only at those who'd disrupted the fight. Some of the people dispersed as quickly as they could. But others weren't so lucky. Jaz cried out when a man next to her, not much older than she was, was hit in the chest by a fireball. He fell back screaming like a banshee. She jumped away, falling onto her butt as she gawked at him. His clothes were melted to his torso and the skin was burnt off like candle wax. He held his burnt flesh, and it was then Jaz saw the enormous hole in his body; his intestines, stomach and liver burnt away; his spine was visible, charcoal black and smoking. She sagged over her bent knees, clutching her stomach as the unbearable stench made her retch. He was gasping as his hands scrambled around his stomach, as if trying to hold himself together. More skin slid away like red-hot melted cheese from his touch. And then he held up his burnt hands screaming because he'd rubbed away the flesh and muscle from them, leaving nothing but charred bone. Then he gurgled as he choked on his own blood, unable to breathe. Jaz sprang to her feet, holding her hand to her mouth. Her eyes widened to saucers when she saw the fireball hurtling towards her. Before she was a human barbecue, someone knocked her down from behind and the fireball flew past her, hitting the wall. She swung round to find Fraya again. She should have shoved Fraya into the path of a fireball but the horror of what she'd seen stupefied her. She peered down at the dying man and saw he was no longer moving. The foul stench and smoke in the air made her cough and her eyes burn. “Go!” Fraya bellowed, shoving her up. Jaz jumped to her feet, avoiding the charred bodies, dodging the one-on-one combats still going on despite the raging fireballs shooting out. She wanted to scream at them to get out of there, but she needed them to be distracted because she knew at least half of them would try and stop her. Fraya was the first to try as she yelled at Jaz to come back, before Jaz pulled open the enormous bolt on the door of the cage and jumped in.

AUTHOR BIO:A.Z.Green was born in 1989 and raised in Chesterfield, Derbyshire. She met the love of her life aged 16 and moved to London, finally settling down near Brighton.She has written various novels and short stories in her lifetime but has only recently decided to publish. She writes a wide range of genres such as dark fantasy, romance, thriller, historical fiction, dystopian, horror and paranormal. Her books tend to fit better into the New Adult genre as they usually have a more mature theme.Beasthood is her first published novel.Besides writing she also loves designing blogs, websites, covers for others' books as well as her own and various graphics. She has four blogs/websites and counting. Pinterest and Tumblr keep her busy, as does reading, drawing, painting and watching films. That's if she gets time to do any of these things with a three-year-old jumping around.When asked in an interview, 'What books have inspired you to write?' she replied, 'I write books I wish existed, not because I'm inspired by a book that already exists.'AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKS:AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE / WEBSITE / BLOG / FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOOGLE+ / PINTEREST / TUMBLR / GOODREADS GIVEAWAY PRIZES10 ebooks - Beasthooda Rafflecopter giveawayTour Organized By:

Dark Mountain Blog tour

Got monsters? You need Eno the Thracian! He's the guy with the answer to your problems, whether they're as small as a dragonet you need moved to the other side of the mountain or as big as a minotaur wreaking havoc in your palace. He can train your youth for battle, cure your vizier of fatal ambition, or slay hydras (up to seven heads only, please).

As you may know, there's a serious hero shortage in Greece at the moment. Most of the more famous heroes have heeded their ancient promises and gone to help out one side or the other in the Trojan War. But the need for heroes hasn't lessened since the war; if anything it has increased. More monsters than ever are appearing in our blessed islands. If you're one of the unlucky ones beset by strange beasts, summon Eno the Thracian.

Swift sword...reasonable rates.Book ExcerptIn the loose conglomeration of states, alliances, defeats, and victories that is Hellas, there's a definite pecking order. Astride the top of the heap stand the Olympian Gods, family of Zeus the Mighty. Quarrelsome, proud, immortal, their family troubles often affect the mortal population, almost never to the benefit of the poor working slob who just wants to get his catch in or the harvest safely under cover. There are more gods beyond the Olympians, gods of rain, of wind, of dreams, of sleep. Naiads live in water, dryads live in trees, maenads roam the mountains, and any one of which can trip a man up and ruin his life.

Between Gods and mortals are the heroes, men of might and valor clad in supernatural armor and unending self-satisfaction. They are usually related in some degree to the Olympian they are fighting against or for. The Gods admire them as the finest examples of human-kind, though that doesn't always prevent heroes from coming to a sticky end. Their stories are the stuff of legend, told and re-told around countless fires. Emulating them is an excellent way to wind up dead.

So what is a farmer or petty king to do when all the heroes are off fighting somewhere else? Somewhere like Troy, for instance.

The Battle for Troy has been good for my business. With most of the big-name heroes off salvaging Menelaus’ pride, wounded by a wandering wife, who are you going to summon to battle the monsters rampaging through your vineyards and carrying off your maidens? What about the guy who’d posted the following in the marketplace?

Hero for Hire. All monsters dispatched from carnivorous geese to Minotaurs. Special rates for multiples. Eno the Thracian at the sign of the Ram’s Head, one flight up. But, to be a bit vain myself, I’m more than your average sword-swinger. Let’s say you’re a nice young prince, new to the ruling game, and you’ve got this chief vizier with a square beard and a twisted mind. Sure, you could just hack off his head and hire a fresh face but there’s something about the job that turns an ordinary civil servant into a gibbering, war-whooping maniac with eyes for your wife, your daughter, or your throne. Throw in a few magical powers, and you’re going to find yourself in need of some muscle. Muscle alone is all very well but muscle that can outthink the traps, monsters, and mental trickery old Weird Beard has thrown around his Fortress of Death is easily worth an extra five drachma per day. Plus expenses.

I’m getting a reputation for being that man. It doesn’t pay all that well but I’m in demand more than ever recently. Business has been picking up as preternatural creatures seem to be on the increase. I'd just gotten back from a nice little job in Syria where...well, another time.
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C.B. Pratt is a multi-published author, both traditionally and independently. She lives in Orlando, Florida, not far from the Mouse Empire.

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Got monsters? You need Eno the Thracian! He's the guy with the answer to your problems, whether they're as small as a dragonet you need moved to the other side of the mountain or as big as a minotaur wreaking havoc in your palace. He can train your youth for battle, cure your vizier of fatal ambition, or slay hydras (up to seven heads only, please).

As you may know, there's a serious hero shortage in Greece at the moment. Most of the more famous heroes have heeded their ancient promises and gone to help out one side or the other in the Trojan War. But the need for heroes hasn't lessened since the war; if anything it has increased. More monsters than ever are appearing in our blessed islands. If you're one of the unlucky ones beset by strange beasts, summon Eno the Thracian.

Swift sword...reasonable rates.
C.B. Pratt is a multi-published author, both traditionally and independently.

She lives in Orlando, Florida, not far from the Mouse Empire.Website  | Facebook  |  Twitter  | Pinterest  | Google+  | Goodreads  | C.B. Pratt Amazon Author Page

Craving Release Day Blitz

Book Title: Craving
Author Name: Sofia Grey
Author Location (for press releases) New Zealand
Name of series and book number in series: Talisman series; this is book #2
Genre: Dark contemporary/paranormal romance
Publisher: Time & Tide Publishing
Date of Publication: 10 June 2014
ISBN: EbookISBN-13: 978-0-9892549-7-7PRINTISBN-13: 978-0-9892549-8-4
Formats available: Print and Ebook
Cover Artist: Tincar Creations
Book Trailer: http://vimeo.com/89876177

Purchase Links: Pre-order at a special price
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A deal with a demon, a biker psychic and the girl who might just be his salvation... if the demon doesn’t get to her first.

Blurb/Book Description: Dante isn’t your typical medium. With his leather jacket, tattoos and piercings, he looks more at home on his motorbike than he does holding a séance and Katherine has no intention of getting involved with him. He's the complete opposite of the kind of man she wants and represents everything she's tried to leave behind, but she needs a medium and he’s the best one around.
Dante’s never allowed himself to get close to anyone for fear of putting them in danger. His craving for Katherine is about to bring his worst nightmares to life. ~




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Dante’s breath hitched. He flinched, and a shudder ran up my arm. As he lifted his head I felt the temperature plummet. The candles nearest to him flickered and bobbed as though in a breeze and I shivered, chills oozing down my neck.“Hello, Gabriel.” Dante sounded polite, respectful. Beside me, Suki gasped, her fingers closing tighter around my hand. One by one, the candles flickered and stuttered, the flames waved crazily and almost blew out, before righting themselves. It looked as though an unseen child crawled around the room, puffing at each one in turn. I shivered and tucked my feet in tighter, huddling into myself to keep warm.“Please show yourself to the circle. Come and talk to us, Gabriel.”I wrinkled my nose. What was that weird smell? Like rotting meat.The outer candles shimmied in turn, but faster now. Dante spoke again, calm and measured. “Gabriel. I summon you to the circle.”Suki’s chest heaved, her eyes wide and scared in the dim lights.The candlelight steadied. Dante’s hand relaxed a fraction, and he sucked in a deep breath. Was this it? Would Gabe appear? The stink faded, and I turned my head to look at Dante just as Suki squealed and a tiny spotlight in the ceiling exploded. Poof. One by one, the recessed bulbs sparked and shattered, tiny glass fragments raining down on us. Poof. Josh swore under his breath and I sought my voice. Poof.“Don’t break the circle, keep your hands linked.” Yes, I’d taken Nanette’s role.Poof. Slivers of glass in my hair. I gripped Dante ever tighter. I kept my head down to avoid the falling glass, but focused on him through the curtain of my hair. He stared at the far wall, his face a mask. I looked too. A column of mist hovered in front of the door, tendrils snaked along the floor and washed around the circle, nudging the salt lines. It’s trying to get in, I realized, my heart speeding up. Poof. The final spotlight blew out, leaving us illuminated only by candles. I shivered, trembling from head to toe. My teeth would be chattering in another minute.Dante gasped, and his head lolled forward. I blinked as the room began to dim. Oh God. One by one, the outer candles winked out, invisible fingers pinching the wicks. I could feel Suki’s terror, the trembling cascading down through her hand. I tried to stay calm. Just the inner eight candles left. The stink of rotting meat returned. I wanted to cover my nose, but daren’t break the circle. And then Dante spoke in a voice I didn’t recognize.




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Josh Delaney is the ideal honey trap. His charm and model good looks would be enough for most women, but coupled with his psychic ability to read their thoughts, he’s impossible to resist. Suspicious husbands employ him to test their wives, to see if they can be tempted to stray.High profile couple Suki and Gabe Bridgewater have the perfect marriage, or at least, that’s the image they portray to the world. Behind closed doors, Gabe’s dominance in the marriage is unravelling and he decides to test Suki, using Josh as bait.For Josh it should be just another easy job, but two things go horribly wrong.One, Josh falls in love with Suki.And two, Gabe refuses to let her go.
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F*ck Normal Mickey J. Corrigan Release Day Blitz

Bottom Drawer Publications is proud to announce the release of F*ck Normal, the latest novella out by established author, Mickey J. Corrigan. Mickey’s works are fast-paced, irreverent looks at life and this is no different.






Genre: Contemporary/Chick-litBook: NovellaLength: 21,000 wordsFormats: ePub, mobi & PDF




Summary
What happens when you marry a serious intellectual with a rich fantasy life to a perfectionistic overachiever with a hot body? Sometimes you get discord and separation. Other times, you get Goodreads, too many bottles of Haut-Brion, a luxe swingers club, and Lexus sex.Barton and Katelyn Fiske are a normal couple with some all-too-normal marital issues. The Fiskes have two small children, an underwater mortgage, and too many bills to pay. He works hard, she spends harder. They haven't had sex in months, and Barton is sleeping in the den of their colonial-style home in Downwind Beach, Florida. The Fiskes attend couples’ counseling, but it isn’t helping. They're on the verge of breaking up their ten-year marriage.Katelyn wants her husband to stop fantasizing about a woman from his past. Barton wants his wife to stop prying into his private thoughts. And Dr. Colony, their high-end Palm Beach therapist, wants husband and wife to practice her mutualization exercises so that they can enjoy a normal relationship.Fuck normal, Barton thinks. Little does he know, his wife is thinking the same thing.


Excerpt

Chapter One
Separation Ahead
On the day his marriage broke up, Bart Fiske was angry and horny, a dangerous mix. He drove his wife’s Lexus LX too fast, careening north on I-95 to Palm Beach, where their therapist had a practice geared toward millionaires with marital discord. And wannabe millionaires on the verge of a breakup, like the once happily married Fiskes.The sky was overcast, the road slick. He jumped a lane, then sped past a surfer dude in a downbeat Honda Civic who honked and flashed him the finger. Bart was in no mood for road rage. His blood simmered throughout his tense body for more serious reasons. His emotions were, he thought, appropriate and accurately directed.Bart hadn’t had sex with his wife in eleven months. This was not normal.The Fiskes had fallen for one another when they were in college, and had weathered the rough ride of dating, engagement, marriage, and children. They had been wildly in love, and their sex life had reflected their passion for one another. But all that had changed. Suddenly, horribly, Bart’s wife didn’t want him anymore.At first he’d been scared, then depressed, and finally, pissed off. Katelyn wouldn’t budge though. And even though they attended couples’ therapy every week, there had been no positive results. Bart had begun to wonder whether all the discussion about their problems was actually making everything worse. It certainly wasn’t making his mood (or his sex life) any better.The morning’s events were a perfect example of how fucked up things were these days. After Bart dropped the kids at school, he’d returned home to pick up Katelyn for their ten-thirty with Dr. Colony. His BMW was in the shop, and they were sharing the SUV, which he parked out front. Their house, a pillared colonial with lush green lawns, looked like a real estate commercial. Katelyn’s taste was impeccable. Postcard perfect. Which didn’t come cheap.When he walked in the front door, she was still in the shower. They’d chatted a bit this morning over cold cereal, bagels, and coffee. She’d been warm, her movements around the kitchen full of that confident energy he’d always loved. Maybe she was up for a therapeutic orgasm. Then they could talk about that in therapy, instead of why she was so unhappy with him.He checked his watch: plenty of time for a quickie. He ran up the stairs two at a time, simultaneously shedding his suit jacket and loosening his tie. In the doorway to the master bedroom, a thickly carpeted twenty-by-twenty with three floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the backyard pool, Bart stripped off his shirt and pants. He’d be a wrinkled mess today at work, but so what? He was sex starved. Priorities, right? He needed his lovely wife’s lovely body. He needed her to need him inside her. That’s how things had once been for them, and it had worked so well between them. Love and intimacy, friendship and sex. Wasn’t that what marriage was all about?He set his black-framed glasses on the night table beside the king-size bed. As he patted his hair into place and smoothed his beard, the shower stopped. Katelyn opened the bathroom door enough to let out a gust of vanilla-oatmeal scented steam.Sweat dripped down Bart’s bare chest, and his erection stiffened even more. When he held her, his wife would be hot and wet, her smooth skin so damp he would slide right off as he mounted her. They would laugh, kiss some more, and he would slip inside her with a gentle, delicious . . .How strange. She was humming a little song in what sounded like Spanish. But her voice was so bright and sunny that his erection throbbed. Bart hadn’t heard Katelyn sing in ages. These days, he could hardly get his wife to smile. But right now, she was obviously in a lighthearted mood.Heart pounding like an anvil against his prominent ribs, Bart stood there, naked, turned on, ready for her. His wife. He waited for the woman he’d married to come to him and take him in her perfectly toned arms.The door opened wider and Marianna, their cleaning lady, called out, “Iz you, Mr. Fiske? I clean the shower. Mrs. Fiske, she tell me to tell you she meet you there. Ten thirty. An’ don’ be late.”



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About the Author
MICKEY J. CORRIGAN



Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan lives and writes and gets into trouble in South Florida, where the men run guns and the women run after them. The tropics provide a lush, steamy setting for hot romance and Florida pulp.
Mickey has published fiction in literary journals and online magazines. Novellas include Dream Job, a cyber romance which has been compared to Twilight Zone and The Matrix; Professional Grievers, a romantic comedy set among funeral and wakes; Me Go Mango, a girls' reunion gone wild; and Geekus Interruptus, the story of a not-so-bright woman who falls in love with a nerd. Sugar Babies is a novel about the soft prostitution industry. A thriller, the story follows three young women trying to pull themselves out of debt via arranged relationships with wealthy older men.
The Wild Rose Press is publishing Mickey's new series, The Hard Stuff. Each novella in the series focuses on a tough woman in a tough situation who falls for a man—and not the best man in her current circumstances. 

Mickey's romances are not normal love stories. Her stories are gritty, wild and dark, but often darkly funny. The protagonists are kickass women. They have spunk and sass. Their romantic involvements are unusual. These are not nice girls pursued by men with bouquets of roses and bottles of champagne. Love comes hard, but it is oh so real.


Visit at www.mickeyjcorrigan.com.