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Witches, Wolves, Terrible Christmas Ideas and Bargain Books!

I hope you are all enjoying your summer and staying safe.

I want to take a moment to welcome all our new members! I’m happy to see you’ve found our little reading group. I also want to thank everyone for all the new reviews!

The last few months have been all about finishing my new book. The good news is, I’m nearly there. The even better news is that my in-laws are taking the kids—I have three school-age boys—for the entirety of next week and that will finally give me the time to wrap it up!

So I expect to be contacting my beta readers in the next few weeks—you know who you are—to see who has time for some more paranormal romance.

I’m feeling so positive about the coming week, I’ll even give everyone a peek at the cover.

The Whiskey Den (House of Witches Book 2) follows Sebastian from book one, as he gets tangled up with the House of Wolves. You’ll see Adam and Charlie again, and get to meet Ezra and Gideon, M and Nixon, and a few others. It has been so much fun to write. But will be even more fun to finish. LOL

So far this year, I have managed two releases—Big Flames and Small and Club 669–and four re-releases of titles pulled from their original publisher, but I still have several books lined up. This new House of Witches book here, another contemporary romance, the fourth book in my Cold Fingers series, and a Christmas standalone.

I fear that one, if not two, will need to be pushed to next year. *sigh*

But not my Christmas story! I’ve actually already cheated a little and have worked on and off on it when I need to clear my head. It’s a story about office parties, a hopeless crush, and terrible ideas. I love stories that include terrible ideas! LOL

It’s one that’s been in the works for a while, so I believe it will be my next focus. It is July after all, which means I’m already dying for cold weather and some holiday magic.

SALE • SALE • SALE

Now, before I forget, there are some sales going on, and if you’ve been waiting to pick up one of my titles at a bargain, or just need to catch up on a series, this is your chance.

As part of the Smashwords July Sale, you can find both Club 669 (House of Witches Book 1) and Cold Fingers (Cold Fingers Book 1) for 50% Off. You can also pick up Big Flames and Small for 25% Off. This sale runs through the end of the month.

As part of a publishing partnership with JMS Books, you can also pick up Body of Work (Cold Fingers Book 2) on their website for 20% off now through July 30th.

Click on the titles above to go directly to the sale, or click on the covers below where you can read a blurb and a story excerpt.

I think that is all for now. I will be part of a release party on Facebook for another author in August, but I will get you details on that one when I have them. So until then, find a book to fall in love with!

Witches, Wolves, Terrible Christmas Ideas and Bargain Books!

I hope you are all enjoying your summer and staying safe.

I want to take a moment to welcome all our new members! I’m happy to see you’ve found our little reading group. I also want to thank everyone for all the new reviews!

The last few months have been all about finishing my new book. The good news is, I’m nearly there. The even better news is that my in-laws are taking the kids—I have three school-age boys—for the entirety of next week and that will finally give me the time to wrap it up!

So I...

40% Off Club 669 & Big Flames and Small, and Re-Release News!

We are only days away from June, and I’m shocked! As always, the year has gotten away from me. Still, there is a lot of news on the writing front, and for once, I don’t want to let the opportunity to let you know slip by.

LOOK WHAT’S BEEN RE-RELEASED!

I have a few titles that have finally been re-released! All with shiny new covers!

Originally released as part of an anthology benefiting the Trevor Project , Shiny Things has now been incorporated into my Short North Series. Both because it takes place in the Short North district of my hometown, and because it features brief glimpses of Elijah and Jacob from Watching Elijah Fall.

I’m also excited to say that my Cold Fingers Series is available once again! If you enjoy old-school paranormal, or like your romance to straddle that angsty/dark line, with a little humor thrown it, Cold Fingers might just be the series for you!

These titles are available at most online retailers. You can click any image below to check them out.

I’m thrilled to announce that I have gone into a Publishing Partnership with JMS Books for my self-published book Club 669. What does that mean? Well, it will allow me to reach the Asia market with this title, a market that I can’t easily reach on my own. It also mean that, along with Amazon, Kobo and a lot of other online retailers, Club 669 will be available on the JMS Books website so that readers can take advantage of JMS Books’ awesome sales!

Such as…

This Memorial Day Weekend—now through Monday, May 31st—JMS Books is offering 40% off! So if you haven’t picked up Club 669 or my JMS release Big Flames and Small, this weekend is the perfect time to get them up cheap!

I am also well on my way to wrapping it up the first draft on the follow-up to Club 669, with my editor expecting it in mid-June, and tentative plan for release in July. But you never know what obstacles life will through at you—the last fourteen months have taught us that—and not wanting to jinx myself, I’ll leave that for another day.

But when we do get a little closer—like, say… I have a blurb—we’ll talk more. Until then, enjoy your weekend, stay safe and read something fun!

40% Club 669 & Big Flames and Small, and Re-Release News!

We are only days away from June, and I’m shocked! As always, the year has gotten away from me. Still, there is a lot of news on the writing front, and for once, I don’t want to let the opportunity to let you know slip by.

LOOK WHAT’S BEEN RE-RELEASED!

I have a few titles that have finally been re-released! All with shiny new covers!

Originally released as part of an anthology benefiting the Trevor Project , Shiny Things has now been incorporated into my Short North Series. Both because it takes place in the Short North district of my hometown, and because it features brief glimpses of Elijah and Jacob from Watching Elijah Fall.

I’m also excited to say that my Cold Fingers Series is available once again! If you enjoy old-school paranormal, or like your romance to straddle that angsty/dark line, with a little humor thrown it, Cold Fingers might just be the series for you!

These titles are available at most online retailers. You can click any image below to check them out.

I’m thrilled to announce that I have gone into a Publishing Partnership with JMS Books for my self-published book Club 669. What does that mean? Well, it will allow me to reach the Asia market with this title, a market that I can’t easily reach on my own. It also mean that, along with Amazon, Kobo and a lot of other online retailers, Club 669 will be available on the JMS Books website so that readers can take advantage of JMS Books’ awesome sales!

Such as…

This Memorial Day Weekend—now through Monday, May 31st—JMS Books is offering 40% off! So if you haven’t picked up Club 669 or my JMS release Big Flames and Small, this weekend is the perfect time to get them up cheap!

I am also well on my way to wrapping it up the first draft on the follow-up to Club 669, with my editor expecting it in mid-June, and tentative plan for release in July. But you never know what obstacles life will through at you—the last fourteen months have taught us that—and not wanting to jinx myself, I’ll leave that for another day.

But when we do get a little closer—like, say… I have a blurb—we’ll talk more. Until then, enjoy your weekend, stay safe and read something fun!

Big Flames and Small is here! Grab it for 35% off!

Hey, everyone! I’m happy to say that Big Flames and Small is now available!

This is my first release with JMS Books and honestly, they have been wonderful! There are so many aspects of being a writer that has nothing to do with writing at all. Most of the non-writing parts suck, so it’s wonderful when you work with a good publisher. And I was even lucky enough to team up with the same editor as I did with Club 669. And that made the whole process even better.

I wanted to thank everyone in the Amy Spector Reading Group who grabbed an ARC on this one. Reviews and word-of-mouth recs are so important to the success of a book, and I can’t thank you enough!

Big Flames and Small is now available at online retailers! Read the blurb below, and check out the JMS Books’ Spring Sale and save 35% off this title and loads of others now through Sunday.

Big Flames and Small

Oliver Stoll’s life has gone up in smoke. Literally. Escaping an apartment fire, he’s made it out with little more than the clothes on his back and his best friend and downstairs neighbor, Mia. With few other options, he agrees to stay with David Elliston, Mia’s older brother. David was Oliver’s first crush, first kiss, first everything. That is, until the day they broke up five years before. It hadn’t been pretty.

David Elliston is back in town. Offered the chance to oversee the Kellmen Group’s newest magazine acquisition, he isn’t going to let a years old heartbreak stop him. But being thrown together with Oliver is harder than expected. And the flicker of hope he’s long tried to bury becomes even more difficult to contain.

Ex-lovers, best friends, and angry parents don’t make the best backdrop for rekindling a romance. But it’s the lies from the past that might just extinguish any chance they have of starting over.

Buy HEREOr click on the JMS Books sale banner below and grab it for cheap!

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Club 669 (House of Witches Book 1) is now available!

The journey from story idea, though writing and editing, and finally to publication can be a long one. Club 669 took even longer than any story should!

I started writing the story in 2019. Shortly after, I grabbed a second job that not only stole all of my free time, it also drained my soul! But it did allow me to take my brood to Disney World for a week, and that was the point.

In September of last year, due to the pandemic, I had to drop the second job, and even under the circumstances, the joy of that was staggering. After a few weeks of basking in not hating my life—sad but true—and nearly two long years without writing at all, I started to write again.

Both Club 669 and Big Flames and Small were written for fun, and to remind me of why I fell in love with writing to begin with. I hope you’ll find reading them fun as well.

Thanks to everyone who grabbed an ARC for Club 669. I appreciate you taking the time to read and review.

Club 669 is now available! 😃

Club 669 House of Witches Book One

Witch’s corpse. Witch’s ticket. Witch’s party.

As a counter-boy at a high-end men’s boutique, Charlie Jessup’s life consists of little more than work and sleep. That, and enough flirting to help guarantee his commission on sales will pay his rent. So when a twist of fate, and some behavior unbecoming that of a Ganymede employee, leaves him in possession of a dead man’s pass to a mysterious Club 669, Charlie has no desire to waste it.

Every seventeen years, the House of Witches throws a party like no other. It’s invitation-only, and for centuries it has helped ensure peace between the covens. It’s the last place Caspian wants to be, but with the death of Queen Avel, and his own imminent rise to the throne, it’s more important than ever that he attends. The stability of the House depends on it.

In four days a new king will be crowned, but when Charlie unintentionally crashes a gathering of the most secretive of all the Great Houses, he sets in motion a series of events that could disrupt the transition of power, and threaten the future of the House of Witches forever.

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Excerpt:

“Friend of yours?” I looked up, finding Sebastian and accepting the glass he held out, something I found trickier in the glove.

“Nope.” I took a sip, fighting a grimace at the sour sting of it. I wasn’t well-versed in alcohol, but whatever this was, I wasn’t crazy about it. “What do I owe you?”

“Just a dance.” Sebastian smiled down at me and took a sip of his own drink. “Maybe your name?”

“Oh.” I laughed, taking another swallow of the vile liquid. “Charlie.”

“You’re really hot, Charlie.” I started to say something but lost my train of thought completely when his fingers dropped to stroke across my stomach.

“Who are your people?”

Even if I knew how to answer, I couldn’t have. I couldn’t even think, not with him touching me like that.

“You’re not what I was expecting.”

Expecting?

He moved his hand up, brushing against the barbell in my right nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt, and I felt it all the way down to my balls.

“Drink up, Charlie.” His lips were pressed against my ear again, the moist warmth of them making me dizzy.

I did as I was told, taking first one mouthful and then another, and then another until the empty glass was pulled from my hand. “Good boy.”

Bodies moved together, a blur on the dance floor, the light a hypnotic flashing, and I felt warm from the tips of my ears to the bottoms of my feet. Sebastian touched my nipple again, before dropping his hand to press over the fly of my pants. I was half hard, my pulse pounding, my breath coming in short pants.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd and into another one of those dark halls, and for just a moment my only thought was…what about our dance? But I was too tired to ask.

We climbed a flight of steps onto what could have only been described as an observation deck. It was full of people in expensive clothes, drinking from tall, fluted glasses and watching the activity on the floor below from a wide balcony. It was like some sort of high-end peepshow, or a sex-club for the very rich and very bored.

Another archway brought us into yet another hall, this one lit painfully bright. The passage was lined with doors, each opening into small, intimate rooms with couches, chairs, and the occasional bed. There were other rooms too. These were closed, but being well and truly used, judging by the sound of it.

My head started pounding and the walls around me spun. Something was wrong with all of this and I tried to tug my hand free but failed.

“I don’t feel well.” If Sebastian heard me, he didn’t stop, instead yanking me with more force through the crowd of people blocking our path.

I tried to tug free again, still with no success, instead careening sideways and slamming into someone among a group coming from the opposite direction. The man grabbed my shoulders to steady me, and I looked up into the eyes I’d spent so many months thinking about. They were definitely amber. Their look of annoyance turned into confusion.

“Charlie?”

“Dreamboat?” I thought his expression softened at that, but the look was quickly replaced by one of absolute fury and I cringed.

Sebastian tugged at me again, unaware of what was playing out behind him, and Dreamboat turned the full force of his anger his way.

“This boy is drugged.”

Sebastian turned, opening his mouth to deny it, but before he could make a sound, Dreamboat spoke again, this time a quiet jumble of sounds. Words that didn’t seem to be words at all.

Sebastian let go of me and tried to bolt.

He made it exactly three steps before he dropped limp onto the floor.

“Carry that man downstairs. And find out the name of his coven.” This was nothing like the Dreamboat I’d imagined—a bookish teacher or struggling student—barking out orders as he was, people moving quickly to do as he asked.

A large man in a dark gray suit hefted Sebastian's body up and over his shoulder, ass in the air, and a woman in a pale satin gown stopped to inquire what needed to be done with the boy. I was the boy. Even as sluggish and foggy-brained as I was, I knew that much.

It was then that I registered that Dreamboat was the only thing keeping me upright.

“I’ll take care of him,” Dreamboat reassured her and she nodded, turning to follow the man in gray. “And Judith, have this hall cleared.”

She did, and soon it was only Dreamboat, me, and two men standing guard at the entrance.

“If you’ll permit it, I’d like to find you a place to rest.” He was back to sounding more like the man I’d met at the store. Quieter, kinder, and as if he carefully chose his words before speaking. “Have someone check you over?”

I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to devour his lovely mouth. Something about the alcohol and adrenaline, how little I’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours, and probably whatever Sebastian had slipped into my drink, was having a hell of an effect on me.

Instead, I threw up.

Coming Soon… Big Flames and Smalla Short North story

Oliver Stoll’s life has gone up in smoke. Literally. Escaping an apartment fire, he’s made it out with little more than the clothes on his back and his best friend and downstairs neighbor, Mia. With few other options, he agrees to stay with David Elliston, Mia’s older brother. David was Oliver’s first crush, first kiss, first everything. That is, until the day they broke up five years before. It hadn’t been pretty.

David Elliston is back in town. Offered the chance to oversee the Kellmen Group’s newest magazine acquisition, he isn’t going to let a years old heartbreak stop him. But being thrown together with Oliver is harder than expected. And the flicker of hope he’s long tried to bury becomes even more difficult to contain.

Ex-lovers, best friends, and angry parents don’t make the best backdrop for rekindling a romance. But it’s the lies from the past that might just extinguish any chance they have of starting over.

Pre-Order 20% at JMS Books

Big Flames and Small

In 2014 I completed my first book, Watching Elijah Fall. It was written back in the days of the Goodreads MM Romance Group Anthology. I’d been flirting with the idea of writing for a while, and when the anthology came around, I grabbed a prompt. It was a great time. It was a chance to start learning the craft of writing with the support of a bunch of others doing the same thing. It was also learning the craft of writing with an audience, back before we knew better. LOL

I labeled the book as a Short North story, the series taking its name from where the story took place, the gallery district in my home city were I’d spent so much of my life—high school, college and pre-children years—hanging out. Nearly every story I’ve written has taken place there—even the ones where graves are robbed—but I’ve only ever labeled stories I considered romance-romance as part of the series.

Well, all those years ago, even before Watching Elijah Fall was a thing, I’d jotted a few notes about a story involving an apartment fire that threw a man together with his best friends brother. Not much more than an idea, and a few short scenes, one that I’d mostly forgotten about until I picked it up six years later and Big Flames and Small was born.

Normally, I like to throw a little bit of a celebration with each book and cover, but I’m been buried and, between my Club 669 release and my day job, I didn’t have time to do much of anything before the publisher had the book already up in their store. Sometimes, everything moves too quickly.

So with no fanfare whatsoever—who has time for fanfare?—check out Big Flames and Small.

Big Flames and Small

a Short North story

Oliver Stoll’s life has gone up in smoke. Literally. Escaping an apartment fire, he’s made it out with little more than the clothes on his back and his best friend and downstairs neighbor, Mia. With few other options, he agrees to stay with David Elliston, Mia’s older brother. David was Oliver’s first crush, first kiss, first everything. That is, until the day they broke up five years before. It hadn’t been pretty.

David Elliston is back in town. Offered the chance to oversee the Kellmen Group’s newest magazine acquisition, he isn’t going to let a years old heartbreak stop him. But being thrown together with Oliver is harder than expected. And the flicker of hope he’s long tried to bury becomes even more difficult to contain.

Ex-lovers, best friends, and angry parents don’t make the best backdrop for rekindling a romance. But it’s the lies from the past that might just extinguish any chance they have of starting over.

Excerpt:

He found Oliver in the kitchen bent down, picking up large shards of glass with bare hands near the dishwasher.

“You okay?”

Oliver looked up and grimaced. “Sorry. I broke one of your tumblers.”

David waved it away. “Here, don’t touch that. Let me grab something.”

He pulled a hand broom and dustpan from under the sink, and went to help clean up what was left on the floor as Oliver dropped what he’d already picked up into the trash and rinsed his hands.

“Sorry I woke you.”

David looked at the clock on the microwave—2:21 A.M.—and to where Oliver leaned back against the counter, and wondered if Oliver had been to sleep at all.

“Having problems sleeping?” Oliver shrugged, and David guessed that was a yes. “Want to hang out in my room and talk?”

The frown he got was answer enough.

David dumped the rest of the glass before slipping the pan and broom back under the sink and against his will he started speaking.

“I’ve missed you.” Oliver didn’t respond and David pushed himself up and concentrated on washing his hands too, grabbing a towel to dry them. “Did you miss me?”

“You know I did.”

When David turned to him, Oliver looked…well, he just looked plain sad.

“I’m sorry.”

Before he could stop himself, he’d wrapped his arms around Oliver shoulder’s and buried his face in his neck. He was taller than he had been, and smelled good, like soap and coconut shampoo, and a hint of something else, faint but familiar.

Oliver stiffened in his arms, but after a moment, relaxed, wrapping his arms around David’s waist in return, and squeezed.

It shouldn’t have surprised him how much he had needed this. Since the moment he’d returned home, thoughts of this man had haunted him. Had dictated his every decision.

Knowing that the two of them were bound to be thrown together at some point had helped him keep the shadows at bay for three long, lonely months.

He’d even bought him a Christmas present. One that made the present he’d given Oliver on his eighteenth birthday seem practical.

He pressed a kiss to the crook of Oliver’s neck, startling himself but unable to stop himself from going further when Oliver let out a quiet, breathy noise. He opened his mouth to taste his skin, and Oliver’s next sound bordered on pornographic.

“God.”

He moved up Oliver’s neck to his jaw, and, fueled by the hardening length he felt pressing through both their layers of clothing, around to his mouth. Oliver opened to him, allowing his tongue to dip inside, and kissed him back with enough heat that David teetered on something that felt almost like panic.

He wanted him so badly. And, if they hadn’t had his sister down the hall, and years of baggage still to unpack, he might have tried. As it was, he was fighting with the urge to slip his hand down the front of Oliver’s borrowed sweats and stroke him until he spilt warm and sticky in his fist.

Before he could lose that battle, Oliver pushed him away.

“Not now.” His mouth was swollen and pink, and the fabric below his waist beautifully tented. “Not like this.”

David dragged his hands through his hair, pushing it back from his face, taking a moment to remind himself that Oliver was right.

“You broke my heart.” Oliver straightened and smoothed the fabric of his shirt, tugging it down over his erection. “It took me a long time to get over you.”

But I never got over you.

David thought the words but didn’t say them. Instead he nodded and started for the safety of his bedroom. Before he made it to the darkened hall, Oliver spoke again.

“Was I right?”

David turned back, brows drawn.

“After graduation, when Taylor’s step-father offered you the position in Georgia? Was it because Taylor wanted to be with you?”

David was quiet for a long time.

“It’s a yes or no question.

“Yes. You were right about that.” And David had been naïve. “But I’m good at my job.”

“Of course you are.” Oliver’s face softened, his voice sincere. “I never doubted you would be.”

“And you weren’t right about everything.”

Oliver said nothing, waiting for David to continue.

“I never chose Taylor over you. I never had any interest in him. Even after you stopped taking my calls.” Something flashed across Oliver’s face but David couldn’t read it. “And you should have come with me. We’d have been happy.”

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Club 669 Cover Reveal and Giveaway Winners

It's finally here! The day of the big cover reveal for Club 669 (House of Witches Book One)! Coming from a photography background, I always get excited for covers. And not just my own! I make sure to check out every reveal that hits my social media feed. For my own cover reveals, the excitement can be dampened a little by the stress of everything going on as I speed toward a book release. But the hardest is behind me. Hopefully. LOL

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who's played along! Thanks for the comments and the support. Writers are fragile creature (read that as mentally unstable) and it always means a lot.

I adore the main character of Club 669, and to me, this is the guy! And I’m thrilled to be launching a new series. When I first started this story, I had no plan for it to be more than a single book, but as I wrote, I knew absolutely there was more to tell.

Now down to business! It's time for the cover! And with it a visual introduction to the main character. Meet Charlie!

Club 669 House of Witches Book One

Witch’s corpse. Witch’s ticket. Witch’s party.

As a counter-boy at a high-end men’s boutique, Charlie Jessup’s life consists of little more than work and sleep. That, and enough flirting to help guarantee his commission on sales will pay his rent. So when a twist of fate, and some behavior unbecoming that of a Ganymede employee, leaves him in possession of a dead man’s pass to a mysterious Club 669, Charlie has no desire to waste it.

Every seventeen years, the House of Witches throws a party like no other. It’s invitation-only, and for centuries it has helped ensure peace between the covens. It’s the last place Caspian wants to be, but with the death of Queen Avel, and his own imminent rise to the throne, it’s more important than ever that he attends. The stability of the House depends on it.

In four days a new king will be crowned, but when Charlie unintentionally crashes a gathering of the most secretive of all the Great Houses, he sets in motion a series of events that could disrupt the transition of power, and threaten the future of the House of Witches forever.

Club 669 is available for pre-order and releases on March 26th

Excerpt:

“Friend of yours?” I looked up, finding Sebastian and accepting the glass he held out, something I found trickier in the glove.

“Nope.” I took a sip, fighting a grimace at the sour sting of it. I wasn’t well-versed in alcohol, but whatever this was, I wasn’t crazy about it. “What do I owe you?”

“Just a dance.” Sebastian smiled down at me and took a sip of his own drink. “Maybe your name?”

“Oh.” I laughed, taking another swallow of the vile liquid. “Charlie.”

“You’re really hot, Charlie.” I started to say something but lost my train of thought completely when his fingers dropped to stroke across my stomach.

“Who are your people?”

Even if I knew how to answer, I couldn’t have. I couldn’t even think, not with him touching me like that.

“You’re not what I was expecting.”

Expecting?

He moved his hand up, brushing against the barbell in my right nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt, and I felt it all the way down to my balls.

“Drink up, Charlie.” His lips were pressed against my ear again, the moist warmth of them making me dizzy.

I did as I was told, taking first one mouthful and then another, and then another until the empty glass was pulled from my hand. “Good boy.”

Bodies moved together, a blur on the dance floor, the light a hypnotic flashing, and I felt warm from the tips of my ears to the bottoms of my feet. Sebastian touched my nipple again, before dropping his hand to press over the fly of my pants. I was half hard, my pulse pounding, my breath coming in short pants.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me through the crowd and into another one of those dark halls, and for just a moment my only thought was…what about our dance? But I was too tired to ask.

We climbed a flight of steps onto what could have only been described as an observation deck. It was full of people in expensive clothes, drinking from tall, fluted glasses and watching the activity on the floor below from a wide balcony. It was like some sort of high-end peepshow, or a sex-club for the very rich and very bored.

Another archway brought us into yet another hall, this one lit painfully bright. The passage was lined with doors, each opening into small, intimate rooms with couches, chairs, and the occasional bed. There were other rooms too. These were closed, but being well and truly used, judging by the sound of it.

My head started pounding and the walls around me spun. Something was wrong with all of this and I tried to tug my hand free but failed.

“I don’t feel well.” If Sebastian heard me, he didn’t stop, instead yanking me with more force through the crowd of people blocking our path.

I tried to tug free again, still with no success, instead careening sideways and slamming into someone among a group coming from the opposite direction. The man grabbed my shoulders to steady me, and I looked up into the eyes I’d spent so many months thinking about. They were definitely amber. Their look of annoyance turned into confusion.

“Charlie?”

“Dreamboat?” I thought his expression softened at that, but the look was quickly replaced by one of absolute fury and I cringed.

Sebastian tugged at me again, unaware of what was playing out behind him, and Dreamboat turned the full force of his anger his way.

“This boy is drugged.”

Sebastian turned, opening his mouth to deny it, but before he could make a sound, Dreamboat spoke again, this time a quiet jumble of sounds. Words that didn’t seem to be words at all.

Sebastian let go of me and tried to bolt.

He made it exactly three steps before he dropped limp onto the floor.

“Carry that man downstairs. And find out the name of his coven.” This was nothing like the Dreamboat I’d imagined—a bookish teacher or struggling student—barking out orders as he was, people moving quickly to do as he asked.

A large man in a dark gray suit hefted Sebastian's body up and over his shoulder, ass in the air, and a woman in a pale satin gown stopped to inquire what needed to be done with the boy. I was the boy. Even as sluggish and foggy-brained as I was, I knew that much.

It was then that I registered that Dreamboat was the only thing keeping me upright.

“I’ll take care of him,” Dreamboat reassured her and she nodded, turning to follow the man in gray. “And Judith, have this hall cleared.”

She did, and soon it was only Dreamboat, me, and two men standing guard at the entrance.

“If you’ll permit it, I’d like to find you a place to rest.” He was back to sounding more like the man I’d met at the store. Quieter, kinder, and as if he carefully chose his words before speaking. “Have someone check you over?”

I wanted to tell him yes. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to devour his lovely mouth. Something about the alcohol and adrenaline, how little I’d eaten in the last twenty-four hours, and probably whatever Sebastian had slipped into my drink, was having a hell of an effect on me.

Instead, I threw up.

Club 669 is available for pre-order, and releases on March 26th. Pre-OrderClub 669 Cover Reveal Giveaway!

Now it’s time to announce the winners of the giveaway!

DRUM ROLL PLEASE ...

First Place

($20 Amazon Gift Card)

Jennifer Shannon

Second Place

($10 Amazon Gift Card)

Kathleen

Third Place(eBook of your Choice*)

Ana Laura V. Reader

Fourth Place

(eBook Copy of Club 669)

Susana

I'll be contacting the winners throughout the day, but if you see this, and haven’t heard from me already, feel free to let me know the email address to send your prize! PM me on Goodreads, message me on Facebook or email me at amyspector(at)yahoo(dot)com. 

Thanks again to everyone who took part in my cover reveal countdown! I hope to see you all again here on my blog, on Twitter or Facebook, and Instagram! And if you happen to pick up Club 669, let me know if you enjoy it.

*Your choice of any of my currently available titles.

I’ve made a guest post stop at Friday With Ofelia ! Make sure to drop in to read another excerpt for Club 669!

While my hope is to have Book two of the House of Witches series out this summer, I do have another book that is being released from JMS Books on the April 3rd. There is so much to do between now and then that my mind spins! But do keep an eye on your email or more information as we get a little closer.

Cover Reveal Giveaway! Day #6

Meet Emma!

Useless tidbit. I've read dozens of internet conversations over the years with people saying they couldn't read romance books that included the names of people they knew—kids, friends, family—because they had a problem separating the name in the book from the person they knew in RL.

I don't have that problem at all! Every name found in one of my books was borrowed from someone in my real life. Family, friends, co-workers, neighbors, even a few pets.

Emma is named after my niece.

Remember to comment on this post, or one of my other social media posts online to be entered into my Book Reveal Giveaway Countdown drawing.

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Cover Reveal Giveaway! Day #5

For day five of our countdown to the March 5th Club 669 cover reveal we meet Tiki.

Everyone needs a Tiki in their life. If you don't have a Tiki of your own, consider being a Tiki yourself!

Comment on this post, or one of my other social media posts online and you'll be entered into the drawing.

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