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Ruby and the Beast by Ditter Kellen – Release Tour + #Giveaway


Ruby and the Beast
by Ditter Kellen
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Fantasy
After the sudden death of her father, Ruby Atwood is forced to drop out of
college to care for her younger brother. Deep in debt and on the
verge of desolation, Ruby resorts to some shady dealings on the
streets of New Orleans, in order to put food on the table for her
small family. Until one night in a dark alley, she discovers a
hideous beast she could never have imagined in her darkest
Cloaked in darkness, the Beast prowls the back alleys of New Orleans, lonely,
savage and bereft of hope, his demon clawing at him. With the man
responsible for his curse now dead, the Beast seeks out the only
other person who can satisfy the demon within—the man’s daughter,
Ruby Atwood.
Trapped, with nowhere to run, Ruby quickly realizes she must use her wits to
stay alive or face certain death at the hands of a monster. But the
more she tries to escape, the more she is drawn to the Beast. Desire
and fear clash, creating an unforgettable story of hope, trust and a
love found only in fairy tales…
**Releases April 4th, 2017!!**
Ditter Kellen has been in love with romance for over twenty years. To say
she’s addicted to reading is an understatement. Her eBook reader is
an extension of her and holds many of her fantasies and secrets. It’s
filled with dragons, shifters, vampires, ghosts and many more
jaw-dropping characters who keep her entertained on a daily basis.
Ditter’s love of paranormal and outrageous imagination have conspired together
to bring her where she is today…sitting in front of her computer
allowing them free rein. Writing is her passion, what she was born to
do. I hope you will enjoy reading her stories as much as she loves
spinning them.
Ditter resides in Florida with her husband and many unique farm animals. She
adores French fries and her phone is permanently attached to her ear.
Ditter Kellen is giving away a Kindle Fire at the end of each month until
the release date!
Enter at her Facebook page here:


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Damned by LM Pruitt – Spotlight Tour





LM Pruitt

Release Date February 15

Book Description:

From the writer of the international bestselling WINGED series comes a look at the other side… where it’s good to be bad….

I was thirty years old when I chose to die–or rather to give up my soul.

Eternal youth, endless money… and sex.

Mind blowing, life changing, otherworldly sex.

For all those things, being damned is a small price to pay.




“I’m Lacey
Jackson.” She stuck out one hand, something in her eyes daring me to not take
it. “And you are…?”

“Julie Watson.”
I took her hand, making my reluctance more than obvious. The second my skin
made contact with hers, a spark of energy shot through me so violently I
couldn’t help but gasp. Swallowing, I said, “What brings you to Savannah?”

“Oh, I’m here for
work.” Without releasing my hand, she slipped out of her seat and slid in to
the one across from me. Leaning in, she lowered her voice and said, “I was
fully prepared for it to be another dull, routine trip but now… well, now I
think I’m glad I got assigned this route.”

“Oh.” The low
fluttering in my stomach wasn’t unfamiliar—I was far from a virgin and I’d not
only done Mardi Gras and Spring Break in Miami but I’d also spent a month in
Europe after my college graduation. But this… this was something different. And
not because it was caused by a woman.

This was… raw.
Visceral. Almost feral. Like she’d tapped in to some hunger I wasn’t even aware
I’d had and now that I did the idea it would go unfulfilled was almost too much
to bear.

“You should come
work with me.” She lifted our joined hands, brushing her lips over my knuckles.
“I have a feeling you would be… amazing.”

“What?” It was
as if all my attention was focused on the small bit of skin where she’d kissed
me, tendrils of lust spooling out through the rest of my body in lazy ribbons.
“What do you… what do you do?”

“I collect
souls.” Her eyes darkened, her breath catching in her throat and I realized for
the first time I wasn’t the only one affected by our contact. “Or rather the
energy from them. The actual soul is taken up by someone else—it doesn’t
matter, the details can be explained later.”

“You collect….”
I trailed off, part of me sure she was joking and an even larger part of me
sure she wasn’t. “Really. Why?”

“Because I can.”
She flicked her tongue over her lips and I sucked in a shallow breath. “Because
it’s fun.”

“But that would
make you….”

“A demon, yes.”
This time when she smiled, a dimple appeared in her left cheek and I was caught
with the sudden urge to kiss it. “More specifically a succubus.” My confusion
must have shown because she laughed. “I fuck people for their energy—sometimes
to death, sometimes not. It all depends.”

“And you want to
do that to me?”

“Oh, no.” She
shook her head, her hair sliding across her shoulders, the tips curling over
the swell of her breasts. “I told you. I want you to work with me and my
sisters and Lilith.” She leaned closer and I breathed deep, the scent of her
perfume almost painfully exotic. “I want you to join the ranks of the Morning
Star and spend eternity tempting the weak and the wicked.”

What she was
suggesting was lunacy. Madness. Even if I believed her, the idea of giving up
my life to be some sort of demonic minion was ridiculous. Although….

What would I be
giving up? A lifetime spent catering to David’s whims, denying myself the
things I truly enjoyed because it would be bad for his reputation or his
political chances or his weight? A lifetime attempting to please my parents and
knowing it would never happen because nothing would ever overshadow Joanne’s
sacrifice? A lifetime being nothing but the substitute?

What, exactly,
would I be giving up?

“Jules.” The
nickname I hated hearing from David sounded and felt like a caress coming from
Lacey. Lifting our hands again, she ran her tongue over one of my fingertips
before nipping lightly. Her voice was heavy with promise when she spoke again.
“Come play with me.”

“Yes.” I
breathed out the single word before leaning over the table and crushing my
mouth to hers.

Who needed a
soul anyway?



About the Author:


L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she’s killed bamboo. Twice.  She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.

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If you were my Vampire by L.J.K. Oliva – Spotlight Tour



If You Were My Vampire

A Shades Below Novel

Book 2.5

L.J.K. Oliva

Genre:  Paranormal romance

Word Count:  approx. 100,000

Cover Artist:  L.J.K. Oliva

Book Description:

Sometimes, your life begins the day you die…

Asher Evans is a man haunted by history. Turned vampire in the concentration camp that claimed his family, he has never recovered from the loss of his humanity. Removed from the mundane world and resigned to facing eternity alone, he’s completely unprepared when the unthinkable happens: he meets a girl.

As the youngest daughter of San Francisco’s most prestigious psychic family, Grace Alan has always known about the things that go bump in the night. She especially knows about monsters…including the fact that she is one. Grace has spent her entire life trying to be normal, and finally, things seem to be looking up. There’s only one problem.

She’s just been murdered.

When Asher stumbles upon a dying Grace, he knows he should leave her to her fate. But in a world that looks at him and sees only a monster, Grace reminds him what it feels like to be human. He can’t bring himself to let her die.

Unfortunately, rescuing her has consequences. Female vampires have been illegal for centuries. In saving Grace, Asher may have condemned them both.

Can be read as a standalone

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Traffic was
scant on The Embarcadero.  Even going at
a light pace, it didn’t take long to reach Fisherman’s Wharf.  A stiff wind was blowing in off the Bay, and
the crowds of tourists had long since departed in favor of warmer
retreats.  Seagulls feasted on the scraps
of sourdough bread bowls sticky with clam chowder left in their wake.

A lone street
musician remained on the empty sidewalk.
He was seated on a small, rusty stool, a battered guitar perched on his
knees.  He sang in a haunting tenor, his
voice crisp and clear in the stillness.
The words of the song echoed off the surrounding buildings.

Someone to watch
over me…

Asher stopped.  “This song was written the year I was

Grace didn’t
answer.  Asher was about to look down
when her hand slipped into his.

Perhaps it was
the cold.  Perhaps he was still high from
the streetcar ride or the race down Market Street.  Either way, he clearly wasn’t in his right
mind, because instead of pushing her away, he spun her around so she was
squarely in his arms.

Her eyes
widened.  “What…?”

“Dance with
me.”  He couldn’t believe
himself.  Asher took a deep breath.  “I mean, unless you don’t—”

Grace coiled her
fingers through his, lifted her other hand and rested it on his shoulder.  She met his eyes.  Asher wasn’t sure what she saw there.  A blush stole across her cheeks, but she
didn’t look away.  “You’ll have to
show me how.”

Asher released
the breath.  He hadn’t been aware he was
holding it.  Gently, he reached up and
adjusted her hand on his shoulder.  Then
he set his hand to her waist.  “It’s
easy.  Just move with me.”

He heard her
breath stutter, and her hand trembled a little in his.  For some inexplicable reason, that pleased
him.   He firmed his other hand against
her back, and started to move.  It was
nothing complicated, just a simple two-step he’d seen his parents do.  Asher closed his eyes.  For a moment, he could almost remember a time
when things had been normal.  A time when
he’d been happy.

A time when he’d
been human.

He jerked his
eyes open again.  His throat ached.  He swallowed ruthlessly, tried to lock down
the place inside him that felt poised to crack wide open.  He started to pull back.

Grace’s fingers
tightened around his, and she rested her cheek against his chest.  Her hand slid from his shoulder and curled
around the back of his neck.

Asher wasn’t
sure he remembered how to breathe.
“Grace,” he whispered.
The emptiness inside him expanded.
“I can’t…”

easy.”  He felt her voice in every
fiber of his being.  “Just move with

Asher stared
down at her.  The emptiness receded a
little.  The vise around his chest
loosened.  He closed his eyes again and
let Grace hold him, let the scent of patchouli leak into his senses and anchor
him firmly in the present moment.

They danced
until the song ended, and the street musician finally packed away his guitar.


About the Author:

L.J.K Oliva writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance, with a heavy dash of suspense. She likes her whiskey strong, her chocolate dark, and her steak bloody. L.J.K. likes monsters… and knows the darkest ones don’t live in closets.

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