Lisa Renee Jones's Blog, page 155
November 30, 2011
Day 2 contest — win an iTunes card and an Amazon card!
Win an ITUNES card by going to Donna Grant's site and following the instructions!
To win the $10 Amazon card here is what you do:
TWO ways to win:
Go to Amazon and tag Donna's book. See the section
Go to the section near the bottom under other book suggestions that says :
Tags Customers Associate with This Product
This allows you to add 15 tags.
Put Donna Grant, Dark Sword, forever mine, shadow magic, and anything else you want!
Come back here and tell me you did it
THEN for a second entry:
Add this book to a list on Goodreads or just to your bookshelf
Come back here and post a link to show me you did it! 
And don't forget — on Monday we will draw for a Honey Baked Ham Gift card 
AND for a Godiva item — this is a gorgeous collectors item Godiva ornament with yummy Godiva inside!!
contest day! Go fourth and win big prizes
November 29, 2011
second chance to win up now and 1st contest still live!
Go to Donnagrant.com for the next contest and be sure and you leave a comment on the last contest to tell me what you did to win the gift card! So tab down the last contest!PRIZES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also remember everything you do is an entry to win a GODIVA prize and a gift card from honey baked ham!
The contest! The chance to win big!! Now now now!
Okay so here we go. First contest of the day. You have this morning to go to Amazon and Barnes and Noble like Donna's new release. You will win a gift card from Bath and Body shop.
At AMAZON
AT NOOK
Then come back here and tell me!
You will go to Donna's site for the next contest!
About the book:
With a past soaked in sin and darkness slowly closing in around him to claim his soul, Drogan only wants to live his life in solitude. Years in the king's service and his numerous deeds directed by the crown have left Drogan with horrendous nightmares and immeasurable guilt…
Serena is a witch, cursed and forever alone. She accepts her future. Until she meets Drogan. With Drogan a passion deep and unyielding awakens inside her. She is willing to sacrifice herself for his love, but can he put his past to rest and embrace the future?
EXCERPT
Hawthorne Castle
Central England, 1127
Jealousy, if left unbridled, could turn a good soul as black as Satan.
And so it was the first time Serena of Hawthorne saw Lord Drogan of Wolfglynn with another woman. The jealousy was instant and sharper than any needle that could pierce her skin. The fact that she hadn't even met Drogan and so shouldn't have noted the beautiful woman on his arm did not go unnoticed by Serena.
She was a bana-bhuidseach, a witch, cursed and forever alone. 'Twas because of what she was, men rarely caught her attention. Except for Drogan.
Her always sure footed feet faltered and then stopped as the excessively crowded great hall allowed her an unobstructed view of Drogan for a heartbeat. But in that moment, his image would be etched in her memory for all time.
People teemed around her, but Serena didn't notice. She closed her eyes and let her mind's eye looked over Lord Drogan of Wolfglynn at her leisure. What she saw made her break into a sweat and her soul stirred for the first time.
Dark auburn hair fell straight and thick, with a slight curl at the end, to his broad shoulders. He had a high forehead with gently arching brows over eyes of a rich golden brown. His nose was straight and aristocratic, and his mouth wide and full.
He wore a brown leather jerkin over a deep green tunic that didn't hide the rippling muscles in his arms and chest. Her eyes moved lower to his thick legs encased in tight leather. Boots, worn but well cared for, encased his feet and calves.
Serena caught of glimpse of something shiny from the top of his left boot, alluding to a hidden dirk. The broadsword and dagger strapped to his waist let all know he was a warrior.
She opened her eyes and found Drogan staring at her. For the briefest of moments, Serena found herself starting toward him before someone bumped into her. 'Twas all she needed to break away. She turned her back on Drogan and the longing in her heart.
Duty called.
November 28, 2011
Want to win Godiva, a Honey Baked gift card, or a Kindle Fire?
Celebrating Donna Grant's Shadow Magic and Hot Vampire Touch!
Hot Vampire Touch should be live everywhere by mid-day so we are starting the contest out by asking you to enter by telling everyone about the contest!
Donna and I will have a fun party going one between our two blogs for several days and you will get lots of chances to win all kinds of goodies!
So….. as I said — Part one of the contest this morning —
Go tell someone about this contest!
The first post and ways to enter AND get extra daily prizes starts with this
Tell someone about this contest is the first way to enter!
Tweet hashtag #Donnaandlisabigcontest
Tweet it, Facebook it, blog it and tell us here!
Then come tell us and we will enter you for both the Godiva gift and the Honey Baked Gift card!
If you put the banner up on your blog then Donna and I are drawing a name for a big bag of goodies so put it up and come tell us the link.
More details on the many prizes starting tomorrow morning later today! But for 
now — go tell someone and come tell us you did! 
Thrills and Chills NOOK winner is MIA so a new winner!
Sadly, our winner didn't contact any of us…as specified in the disclaimer, the winner needed to contact one of us.
The time limit came & went so here we go again. The winner, drawn via randomizer.org, was from Lisa's blog and it was Julie, who commented:
Julie
Comment
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· October 18th, 2011 at 9:16 am · Link
Pre-ordered it and waiting for it to arrive Can't wait to read it once I do get it
Julie, if you can please contact one of us!
Hot Vampire Touch releases Monday and a party — Godiva and Honey Baked!!
First Donna Grant and I have a HUGE contest starting tomorrow. We are giving away Godiva and a gift card for Honey Baked Ham! If you haven't tried their Sweet Potatoes — oh you should!! THEY are so good with candied pecans!
First thing in the morning details will be here.
And TROY will be too! Excerpt time here below the cover!
Troy's story has arrived!
He will go live at BN and amazon late tonight and also at All about romance. Actually, he may not be live at Amazon until morning.It takes a while to load there.
Hot Vampire Touch, book 3 in the Vampire Wardens series
The Vampire Wardens
In blood they will find destiny and the eternal bond of passion…
Vampire Warden betrayed by a werewolf he loved, turned into something not Vampire or Wolf. The woman – the wolf – who will heal him…if he doesn't destroy them both first.
***Cassie is handcuffed to Troy in this excerpt
She'd saved him from death, but it was clear to Cassie that she'd far from saved Troy's life. His pain, his anger, his hatred of her as a wolf, were damn near palpable. But he was here now, and he was alive, and that is what mattered. That is what she planned to make count.
Cassie turned down the volume on the radio. "Troy, I -"
He growled, and jerked her attached wrist with him as he tried to turn the music back on.
Cassie covered the knob with her free hand. "Don't even think about it," she warned, her brows knitting together as she computed the growling sound he'd just made, and how very wolf-like it had been. But that was impossible, he was a vampire. She shook off the odd thought, insisting, "We have to talk."
"We had a conversation back in the parking lot," he ground out, his tone clipped. "That's all the conversation we need to have until I say otherwise."
"You mean those few words we spoke right after you slapped a handcuff on me and before you gave me a piggy back ride? That's what you call a conversation?"
"When you need to know more, you'll know more."
"Well, consider the need to know now. I came with you willingly, Troy. I'm here because I want to be."
"Willing or unwilling," he said. "You were coming with me."
"Since when did you become the big bad caveman?"
"I reserve my caveman side for wolves."
"Well then," she said. "I guess I'll just have to dedicate my inner bitch to the vampires. Or rather – one vampire, because you're starting to tick me off."
"Next time I'll bring you flowers with the handcuffs," he said, cutting her with a crystal blue, unnatural stare that stole her breath.
"How is this possible?" she murmured. Now that she could really study him, she realized that he wasn't disguising his black eyes with contacts, as she had assumed. "Your eyes-"
"Aren't the only thing different about me. I told you that. Believe me, blue is a recent improvement. Before that, they glowed silver more times than they didn't. They were a real attention grabber, I'm sure you're sorry you missed." He whipped the truck into the parking lot of a small apartment complex only a few blocks from the strip and pulled into a parking spot. He used their joined hands to shift the truck into park and turned to her. He shoved open the door. "Let's go." He snatched the key and stepped out of the truck, dragging her with him.
Cassie slid towards him, the cloth of her skirt riding up, yet again, in the process. She slid down to the ground, trying to keep it from going to her waist with only one hand to contribute to the effort. Thanks to the chain between her and Troy, her normal wolfish grace escaped her. She fell into Troy, her hands flattening on his chest, her body pressed to his harder one.
Powerful arms wrapped her waist, and her eyes locked with his, the familiar connection they'd always shared intensely present, but there was something else familiar there as well. "I'm done being punished for something she did. I'm not her."
His eyes sharpened, so blue, so angry, they cut like crystal blades. "No," he said in a voice so soft, which was somehow more lethal. "You're far more dangerous than she ever was."
The next thing she knew, he was dragging her towards the two-story brick building, lined with sidewalks and shrubs. An elderly man came out of the first doorway they passed and gaped at the handcuffs. Troy glanced at the man, and compelled him to see something that wasn't there, "I'm just taking my groceries inside," he said, using his vampire ability to control human minds.
"I'm not your groceries," she grumbled, thankful werewolves were immune to vampire mind manipulation. She not only wanted to remember what was happening, she wanted Troy to remember the things he'd forgotten, the things that happened before the night he'd almost died. So Cassie followed Troy, even in his clearly rage-driven mood, more than willingly. She wasn't afraid of him and she didn't want to fight him. She wanted to fight the past that had made him this way, which had clearly changed him in far more ways than she'd realized.
The minute they were inside the small, bottom floor apartment, four doors down from the old man's, Troy slammed the door shut and locked it. She turned to inspect the place, only to be dragged past an absolutely bare living room free of furniture, to a tiny rectangular kitchen.
He stopped at the fridge and yanked it open, then snatched a nearly empty bag of blood from inside which he instantly tilted back and began drinking. Shock, and a fizzle of unease, slid through Cassie. In the year that she'd hunted with him she'd never seen him feed or drink blood. As in, ever. Vampires had evolved to eating human food, with blood playing the role of supplement. Or, she thought with concern, a drug to gain added strength and power that, when abused, created bloodlust. That Troy was drinking blood now, in front of her, gulping it like there was no tomorrow, and that there was a primal, out of control, unnatural edge to him, where there had always been lethal calm, had her own blood freezing.
He tossed the bag in the sink, and now his blue eyes were glowing a kind of silvery color that she'd never seen before on anyone. A chill of warning raced down her spine. He was in trouble. Big trouble, that was far worse than she had imagined possible. Or maybe she was in trouble. Maybe, she really was his groceries. Her blood was richer than that of humans, a delicacy to vampires, which had long made them targets for their rogues.
"Ah," she said finally, when he just kept staring at her. "Can I make you a sandwich for desert? Or maybe a steak served rare?" Still, he just looked at her, yellow bleeding into the silver. She clung to hope with the absence of red. "I take your silence as a 'no'." She wet her lips. His gaze followed and she felt the hunger in him, and this time it wasn't for blood. It was for her, and it wasn't the first time he'd look at her like this – okay, not exactly like this, not quite so… primitively. Her body heated, awareness rushing through her where perhaps there should have been fear, especially with the threat of bloodlust. But she was a wolf with a primal side of her own, one this man called to more than any other she'd ever known. Still, while she didn't fear him, she was afraid for him.
"What's happening to you, Troy?"
"That's the question of the year," he said, grabbing her hand beneath the cuff and headed out of the kitchen. "Let's go talk about that."
Cassie grimaced at the bite of the silver on her wrist, at him tugging her around like a dog, or in this case, a wolf on a leash. She cared about Troy, but this part of their meeting was wearing on her nerves.
"Is the cuff necessary?" she asked, realizing they were headed down a hallway to what she was pretty sure was the only bedroom in the place. He didn't answer. Of course he didn't. Why did she think he would answer when he clearly had grown some aversion to conversation?
A few more steps and they were in a small, dimly lit bedroom with a king sized bed and nothing but plain white sheets. She wasn't beyond admitting she'd had more than a few fantasies about his bedroom and none of them looked quite like this. The place was a dump and she wondered why. All the Wardens were paid, and paid well.
He stopped by the broken down nightstand and unlocked his cuff, his long blonde hair draping his face. She reached up and gently shoved it away from his face, and his gaze slowly lifted to hers, his eyes glowing silver, all remnants of yellow now gone. "What's happening to you?" she repeated, then rephrased. "What happened to you?"
"A wolf happened to me," he said, and then moved abruptly.
Suddenly, her hand was over her head, and her wrist was attached to the bedpost.
November 22, 2011
I'm at Fresh Fiction today with prizes!
If you haven't been to Fresh Fiction its an awesome site for readers and authors.
I am finishing up a story and this is how my Monday went– how did yours go?
