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Talen by Rebecca Zanetti – Book Tour + #Giveaway

19/06/17

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TALEN
by Rebecca Zanetti
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pub Date: 6/6/17
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She’ll love him forever . . . but he can’t make her obey . . .
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The war is over. Danger has passed. Cara Kayrs is healed after decades of
illness and ready for a break.
Too bad her brooding, alpha vampire husband can’t seem to change gears.
In their twenty-five years together Talen Kayrs has learned to sense
every shiver of her body, to ignite her desire with a word or a look.
She would think he could learn she’s not some fragile damsel in
distress.
But Talen is on edge, watching their backs, treating her like she’s
made of glass. Like there’s something following them, a deadly
threat that somehow none of their intelligence has uncovered. It’s
enough to drive a woman crazy, and Talen has plenty of those
tendencies already.
But what’s even more maddening is that he seems to be right . . .
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“I was fairly certain I tamed you way back when,”

he said thoughtfully.

Red infused her face. “I’m about to kick your ass, Kayrs.”

Maybe not. Interesting. At the thought, his entire body tightened,

and his cock started to throb. “Cara.”

Her shiver enticed him. “What?”

“I strongly advise you not to push me.” It was only fair to warn

her, and he went on instinct. After nearly dying when the war had

ended, he’d been restless since. For so many years, he’d treated his

mate with more gentleness than he would’ve thought possible as

she’d endured the virus.

Now that she was healthy, a primal part of him, one much closer

to the surface than he liked, wanted to claim her again with all the

dominance that was inherent to his species. “Okay?”

She breathed out. “Oh, mate. You’re the one who needs to stop

pushing.”

 

Talen couldn’t shake the itch between his shoulder blades. Taking

his mate from the safety of their headquarters didn’t set well with

him, and his muscles tensed in one long line.

“Would you relax?” she whispered from the passenger seat, her

head back on the leather and her eyes closed in pleased abandonment.

Her legs were up on the dash, her feet in little sandals that

showed off bright pink toenails. Sexy and pink. Her long auburn hair

cascaded over her shoulders, and he fought the urge to tug on a

strand.

The woman was right. The war had ended, and he really did need

to relax. He watched the road outside and yet kept a close eye on his

woman out of his peripheral vision. “It occurs to me that you think

things have changed.”

She opened her eyelids then . . . her eyes a stunning blue. “Huh?”

He cleared his throat and made sure her seat belt was firmly

around her small body. “The war is over, you’re well, and you think

things are different.” In fact, his woman hadn’t been healthy since

right after they’d mated, and for years, he’d been more than gentle

with her. At the thought that she was whole, finally, his heart started

to thrum.

“Of course things are different.” She gestured out with one arm.

“We’re on a road trip, without guards, without death hanging over

our heads.” Her laugh was throaty and full. “Emma and I are taking

a Vegas trip next month for a girls’ weekend.”

“Absolutely not.”

She gaped. “I did not ask permission, Kayrs.”

He bit back a wince. Whenever Cara used his last name, he was

about to end up in the doghouse. Yet she was no longer vulnerable or

weak, and he was finished placating her. “Mate? I have no intention

of allowing you to go anywhere for a girls’ anything.” The second the

word allow was out of his mouth, the tension in the car ratcheted up

several degrees.

“Oh, you did not,” she sputtered, her eyes narrowing.

He sighed and turned to pin her with a look. He’d forgotten her

stubbornness in the last difficult years when she’d been fighting a

deadly virus that had almost taken her life. Now that she was healthy,

memories of their first months together, before she had become

infected, filtered through his mind. “I was fairly certain I tamed you

way back when,” he said thoughtfully.

Red infused her face. “I’m about to kick your ass, Kayrs.”

Maybe not. Interesting. At the thought, his entire body tightened,

and his cock started to throb. “Cara.”

Her shiver enticed him. “What?”

“I strongly advise you not to push me.” It was only fair to warn

her, and he went on instinct. After nearly dying when the war had

ended, he’d been restless since. For so many years, he’d treated his

mate with more gentleness than he would’ve thought possible as

she’d endured the virus.

Now that she was healthy, a primal part of him, one much closer

to the surface than he liked, wanted to claim her again with all the

dominance that was inherent to his species. “Okay?”

She breathed out. “Oh, mate. You’re the one who needs to stop

pushing.”

He reached out, catching the long strands of her hair before she

could avoid him. Her eyes widened, and he twisted his wrist with

enough pressure to tilt back her head, fighting instincts he’d forgotten

he had.

Curiosity and desire spilled from her.

His nostrils flared, catching his mate’s scent. It had been too long

since they’d both been whole and healthy. He’d forgotten her defiant

nature and how much she liked to challenge him. “Maybe this trip

was a good idea,” he said softly, the beast inside him raging as her

lids half-lowered.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Rebecca
Zanetti has worked as an art curator, Senate aide, lawyer, college
professor, and a hearing examiner – only to culminate it all in
stories about Alpha males and the women who claim them. She writes
contemporary romances, dark paranormal romances, and romantic
suspense novels.
Growing up amid the glorious backdrops and winter wonderlands of the Pacific
Northwest has given Rebecca fantastic scenery and adventures to weave
into her stories. She resides in the wild north with her husband,
children, and extended family who inspire her every day—or at the
very least give her plenty of characters to write about.
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Broken Angel by Amanda Jones – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/06/17



 

Broken Angel

The Fallen Chronicles
Book Two
Amanda Jones
 
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 
Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
 
Cover Artist:  Jenny Dixon
 
Tagline: Dancing with the Devil…
 
Book Description:
 
Mara is a beautiful and talented surgeon with everything going for her…at least on the surface.  She has a dark secret she has kept buried for centuries.
 
Bataryal is a fallen angel broken beyond repair…or so it seems.
 
Will the beautiful surgeon who saved his life also be able to redeem him, or will Bataryal’s damaged soul lead them both into the depths of Hell…
 
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Before she could
react, B sat up and grabbed her with his freshly set hand, drawing her face
towards his.  He felt his heart leap as
their lips touched ever so gently at first.
He’d dreamed of kissing her since the first time he’d laid eyes on her,
and could only hope that the feelings she’d admitted to were true.  Her lips moved softly upon his, her tongue
darting out to lick along the line of his lips.
B opened his mouth and let her in, their tongues sliding together
sensually as his body came to life.  It
was a feeling he thought he’d never fully experience, the blood pounding in his
veins, his heart jumping in his chest.
Mara’s arms came up to circle him, one around his back, the other
sliding up his neck, her nails raking along his scalp near the nape of his
neck.  The tiny shivers from her sharp
little nails were more erotic than any sexual experience he’d ever had.  B’s heart felt like it was soaring free.  Maybe there really could be a happy ending
for him.


Dark Angel

The Fallen Chronicles 

Book 1

Amanda Jones



Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance



Publisher: New Concepts Publishing



Date of Publication: March 29, 2017



ISBN: 978-1-60394-970-5



Number of pages: 141 

Word Count: 81,321



Cover Artist: Jenny Dixon



Tagline: With this fallen angel it never felt so good to be bad!



Book Description: 



Katia may be a celebrated musician, but she’d always felt a little like an outsider looking in. Who knew that being abducted by a handsome stranger would set her on a crash course with her destiny…

Luc has spent an eternity keeping everyone and everything at a distance as an unstoppable darkness consumes his soul. Will his beautiful captive be his salvation, or will they both be consumed by the ultimate evil…


 



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As Katia smiled
back at Sergei, she noticed that the stranger at the neighbouring table was
watching her again.  She did a half turn
and reached down as though she were looking for something in her purse, angling
herself towards him.  Taking a deep
breath, she looked up and found her eyes locked on his.  There was something riveting about him, but
she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was.  Perhaps it was the sum total of everything
that made her unable to tear her eyes away.
He looked like he had been carved from a piece of marble.  His skin was pale and perfect, not a single
freckle, scar, line, or wrinkle.  Calvin
Klein models had nothing on this guy, with his defined jaw, and full lips that
were just begging for a kiss.  His hair
was a tumbling mass of waves the colour of the sun, his eyes were the most
unusual grey Katia had ever seen, like storm clouds.  He also had the longest eyelashes she’d ever
seen; women paid good money to get lashes like that.  He truly had the face of an angel, like
something you’d see on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.  At odds with his angelic look was the black
leather motorcycle jacket, black jeans, and black combat boots.  There was also something off in his
expression, something hard about the way he was looking at her, like she had
somehow ruined his day without her knowledge. 

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Amanda Jones lives in Toronto with her exceptionally spoiled pets.  Aside from sharing her crazy imagination with others through her books Amanda enjoys travelling and frequent Netflix binges.  Amanda has worked in several fields including sports, music, film, corporate human resources, and is a graduate of York University and Sheridan College.



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Twitter: @AmandaLJ1981 



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Love, Alchemy by Eden Ashley – Book Tour + #Giveaway

13/06/17

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by Eden Ashley
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Suspense
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Daveigh Little is preparing for college, planning to leave behind the tiny
hick town she’s spent her entire life in once and for all. But
plagued by troubles at home and school, Daveigh makes a series of bad
choices that land her in hot water with a local kingpin. Suddenly,
people around her are dying and Daveigh finds herself on the
run.


And then there’s Ethan. Fresh out of the academy, Ethan Remington
represents the authority Daveigh has come to despise, but she is
inexplicably drawn to the handsome rookie of few words. From the
first moment she laid eyes on him, Daveigh knew Ethan was different.
She just didn’t realize how different. Reasons of his own have led
Ethan into the tangled strands of danger within the town of
Harpey…but those reasons aren’t nearly as mysterious as Ethan’s
origins or the irresistible passion between them.

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The rusted chains squeaked in rhythm with the swing’s low arc. Somewhere in the distance, a raven cawed. Leaves fluttered about in a crisp breeze, adding soft whispers to the existing melody. Davey sat and let momentum propel her higher, trying to quell the thunder inside her mind as she thought of how things used to be.

Palmer hadn’t taken her home. Davey would never allow that. Instead, he dropped her off at the old, abandoned home of a dead woman who everyone in town used to love. A trail in the backyard twisted through the woods for about a mile and then ended in Resting Pines, a trailer park containing over a dozen single-wide mobile homes all in desperate need of repair. Every day, just as dark started to fall, Davey abandoned her thoughts and the swing set to take the path to trailer number six.

“Hello.”

She hadn’t heard anyone walk up, so when the male voice called out the low greeting, Davey was startled. She turned around, saw the navy blue uniform, and almost bolted. Her eyes narrowed in recognition, but she didn’t relax. “No one’s breaking the law around here,” she said. “You can go away.”

The cop kept walking toward her. His mirrored aviators hung from his shirt pocket, so this time, Davey could see his eyes. They were a deep grey and reminded her of a sky considering a heavy rain. He was fairly tall. It was easy to see that his uniform hid a well-muscled body, one that probably looked damn hot naked. Had Remington not represented the type of authority Davey loathed, she might have considered him good-looking.

Losing interest, she turned in the swing. The cop was unwelcome, so Davey intended to ignore him. If he didn’t take the hint and go, she would. It was getting close to dark anyway.

Again, his voice broke through her thoughts. “What is a creeper?”

Davey started to spin around until she realized Remington was already in front of her. “Dude, what’s your problem?”

“As of right now, all systems are functioning normally.”

“You sound like a freaking robot.”

Laughing easily, Remington crouched down. It put him below eye-level, since she was still sitting in the swing. “Sorry.” He ran a hand through a high-fade of thick, dark brown hair. “I’m straight out of officer training. Before that it was military school. I may seem a bit stiff at times.”

Davey nodded slowly. “You’re a rookie.”

“Yes.”

“Great.” She pasted an unfriendly smile onto her face. “That’s exactly what this town needs.”

“I sense you are being sarcastic.”

“Wow. You’re probably going to make detective soon.”

For a moment, his brow creased in confusion. Then Remington looked away. Davey regretted making fun of him. He really didn’t seem like a bad guy. “Look,” she said, “it’s nothing personal. Today has just been kind of tough. That’s all.”

“Today has been rough for me as well. The department likes to have fun with the new kids.”

Glancing at the sky, Davey stood up. It was time to go. Officer Remington got to his feet as well. His grey eyes held her in place. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

She studied him for a long time. “A creeper is someone who does weird stuff like watch people sleep or bring up crazy stuff normal people wouldn’t talk about.”

He grinned. “Or stares at someone for extended periods of time?”

Maybe Remington wasn’t so clueless. Davey resisted the smile tugging at her mouth. “Yeah,” she replied shortly and started walking toward the trail.

“What’s your name?” he called.

Davey turned but kept walking backward. “If I meet you again, I’ll tell you.”

She had no idea she would see Officer Remington again before the night ended.

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After graduating first in her class at the University of Smartassery, Eden
moved to a small, sunny town in SC where thunderstorms have inspired
her best ideas. When not daydreaming about her next novel, Eden can
be found curled up with a musty old paperback and a cup of
coffee…or mired deeply in her next plot to take over the world. She
enjoys reading or watching anything with supernatural elements, so
writing paranormal and fantasy is a natural fit.


Her Amazon Bestselling series begins with DARK SIREN, a suspenseful
paranormal romance that possesses a unique mythology–having gained
praise from Publisher’s Weekly for it’s passion and complexity.
Banewolf, Blood Chained, and Primed Son complete the saga.
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CIN Series, Limited Edition Bundle by Christina Leigh Pritchard – Promo Tour + #Giveaway

08/06/17

 

CIN
Series

Limited
Edition Bundle

Christina
Leigh Pritchard

Genre: Paranormal/Romantic
Suspense
Publisher: Lotus Books
Date of Publication: 1/28/17
ASIN: B01NAYCAN7
Number of pages: 398
Word Count: 117,469
Cover Artist: Michelle Monique
Tagline: “Lynn, Lynn, the City of
Sin. You Never Come Out the Way You Went In.”

Book Description:

LIMITED EDITION BUNDLE!
This offer will not be online once book
three is released. This bundle will disappear forever on 6/12/17.
Now, you can own the limited edition
of both CIN and TRAITOR, plus deleted scenes!
Get ready for Ally’s Secret, book
three! Order the bundle (for free) and email the author your receipt through
the newsletter http://www.christinaleighpritchard.com
and get all 12 short stories FREE (plus the free bonus stories given through
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Book
One

The
Doctor said I should be dead.
My
heart beat furiously. I looked up at the flashes of lightning in the sky. Yes,
I should be dead.
Why
wasn’t I?
Seventeen-year-old Lisa Brown’s
life is falling apart. First, her mother and father divorce, then their house
forecloses and now, her mother has decided to commit herself to a psychiatric
hospital.
If that weren’t enough, she must leave
sunny south Florida to attend a boarding school full of geniuses in cold, Lynn,
Massachusetts. The city where the locals chant “Lynn, Lynn, city of sin; you
never come out the way you went in.”
And, they aren’t kidding. Lisa
must live in a tiny shack with two strange teenagers, a dog named Pig who
growls when you look at him and a cat named Rat. “Mind the cat,” everyone says.
What the heck is wrong with this place?
Lisa thinks she’s landed in her
own house of horrors with the anti-social Alex and his facetious sister Ally.
But, the real drama begins the day she is struck by lightning…
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Book
Two

Lisa thinks she knows everything
about her new life. She can deal with the boundaries and even being torn away
from her family. But Alex withheld more than she ever expected. Like, what
happens when you lose control? How about when you begin to realize just how
trapped you are? He leaves out a lot of stuff about himself too. He doesn’t
mention the dangers of some of the others—or of what she herself can do…
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the Author:

Christina Leigh Pritchard was
born and raised in South Florida. Her first stories were written at the age of
nine in wide ruled spiral notebooks (which were supposed to be used for class)
and in the various diaries she kept. Stories she wrote from age nine to twelve
fill about four storage boxes!
Since she’s upgraded to a
computer, she’s completed over fifty books and still going strong. Her genres
include dark fantasy, young adult, drama, suspense, historical romance,
multicultural, comedy, poetry and many more.
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Gallowglass by Jennifer Allis Provost – Book Tour + #Giveaway

05/06/17

 



Gallowglass

Book One

Jennifer Allis Provost

Genre: urban fantasy, paranormal romance
Publisher: Bellatrix Press
Date of Publication: June 6, 2017
ISBN: 978-1622510320
ASIN: B06XXQCPFB
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 75k
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design
Tagline: Karina didn’t set out to free the Seelie Queen’s gallowglass. Now she’ll do anything to keep him.

Book Description:

After Karina and her brother, Chris’s, lives fall apart in separate yet equally spectacular ways, they leave New York behind and head to the UK. Karina buries herself in research for her doctoral thesis, all the while studiously not thinking about the man who broke her heart, while Chris—who’d been a best-selling author before his ex-fiancée sued him for plagiarism—drinks his way across the British Isles.
In Scotland, they visit the grave of Robert Kirk, a seventeenth- century minister who was kidnapped by fairies. No one is more shocked than Karina when a handsome man with a Scottish brogue appears, claiming to be the Robert Kirk of legend. What’s more, he says he spent the last few hundred years as the Gallowglass, the Seelie Queen’s personal assassin. When they’re attacked by demons, Karina understands how dearly the queen wants him back.
As Karina and Robert grow closer, Chris’s attempts to drown his sorrows lead him to a pub, and a woman called Sorcha. Chris is instantly smitten with her, so much so he spends days with Sorcha and lies to his sister about his whereabouts. When Chris comes home covered in fey kisses, Karina realizes that the Seelie Queen isn’t just after Robert.
Can Karina outsmart the Seelie Queen, or is Robert doomed to forever be the Gallowglass?
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I sped back to
the ruined kirk, my knuckles white as I gripped the wheel. The real reason I
didn’t get on Chris about his constant mooning over Olivia was that at least he
and Olivia had had something. I’d had nothing with Jared. No it hadn’t quite
been nothing, but it may as well have been. One thing that Chris and I had both
learned on this trip is that an ocean is not nearly enough distance to outrun
your past.
I parked in the
kirk’s tourist lot, leapt out of the rental and ran across the bridge and up
the fairy hill, startling some of the local wildlife along the way. When I
reached the Minister’s Pine I was panting, my heart pounding as sweat poured
down my back.
I had to find
that quartz. I just had to.
I dropped to my
knees and felt around near the base of the tree. I found my brush rather
quickly, along with my hairclip and the stupidly expensive Mont Blanc pen that
my advisor had given me when I earned my masters degree. But the quartz, the
quartz wasn’t anywhere. The bits of lunch I’d had turned to lead in my stomach;
if the quartz was gone, then it was really, truly over.
“Lookin’ for
this, are ye now?”
I turned toward
the voice, blinked, and pushed my glasses up to my forehead. Yeah, he was
really there. Standing in front of me was a tall man in what I assumed was
period dress. Instead of a kilt—we American girls tend to think that all
Scotsmen run around in kilts, no matter the occasion; sadly, this is not the
case—he was wearing a padded brown leather coat topped with chain mail, along
with matching brown pants and well-worn leather boots. A helmet was tucked
under his arm, and I could see the hilt of a claymore, one of those medieval
broadswords that were so heavy you had to swing it with two hands, poking up
over his shoulder. A shield rested next to the sword’s hilt, its curved edge
just visible above the man’s shoulder.
I hadn’t
realized they did reenactments at Doon Hill, and I made a mental note to check
the brochure for show times. I also noticed that the actor had his hand
extended, with my lump of rose quartz sitting on his open palm.
“Yes!” I got to
my feet, and grabbed the stone. “Thank you,” I said once I remembered my
manners, stroking the stone with my thumb. The man looked at me intently, his
expression wavering somewhere between confusion and curiosity. “What made you
think it was mine?”
“Saw ye drop it,
I did,” he replied.
“And you’ve been
waiting here since then?”
“I knew ye would
be back for me.”
I blinked, since
I must have misunderstood his accent. What I’d heard as ‘me’ must have really
been ‘it’. Accents do tend to garble words. “I really appreciate you waiting
for me. Thank you,” I said, extending my hand.
He eyed my hand,
dark brows low over his blue eyes. Then he grasped my fingers and brought them
toward his mouth.
“What are you
doing?” I snapped, snatching my hand away.
“I thought ye
wanted me to kiss your hand,” he explained.
“I wanted to
shake your hand!” He looked befuddled rather than offended, so I attributed
this to yet another cultural misunderstanding. It was becoming quite the list.
“Well, regardless, thank you. I’m Rina.”
“Rina,” he
repeated, that Scottish brogue of his making my nickname sound positively
decadent. “’Tis quite an unusual name.”
“It’s short for
Karina,” I explained. “Karina Siobhan Stewart,” I added, wondering why I’d felt
compelled to give him my full name. Historically I’d only been called Karina
Siobhan when I was in trouble.
“And I am Robert
Kirk,” he said, extending his hand. This guy was way deep in character, like
method actor deep. I shook his hand, and we both smiled.
“Good to meet
you, Mr. Kirk.”
“Reverend Kirk,”
he corrected.
“My apologies,
Reverend Kirk.” These reenactors sure liked to stick to their roles, though I’d
never expected to see a reverend wearing chain mail. We stood there for a
moment, holding hands and grinning like a couple of fools, and I took the time
to really look at him. He was older than me, probably a bit older than Chris
too, with dark, tousled hair, chiseled features, and a roguish glint in his
blue eyes. They had obviously picked reenactors that would appeal to the
ladies. 
“Do no’ fash,
Karina lass, no offense was taken,” he murmured, and my cheeks were suddenly
hot. I took back my hand, barely resisting the urge to fan myself.
“I should be
going,” I said. “My brother’s waiting for me.” I scanned the area around the
Minister’s Pine, ascertained that I’d left nothing else of import behind, and
turned toward the path. A hand on my arm stopped me.
“Ye canna leave
me here,” the reenactor said. “Ye must take me with ye.”
“What? No!” I
faced him, planting my feet before him and whipping out my cell phone. “I don’t
know what goes on here in Scotland, but I’m an American citizen. Stay back, or
I’ll call 911.” I didn’t even know if they had 911 in Scotland. Would I have to
call Scotland Yard instead? I hoped my phone had some kind of app for
international emergencies. I waved my phone in what I hoped was a menacing
manner, and Robert—or whatever his name was—eyed it as if it would bite him.
“Put away your
tricks, lass,” he said. “It was ye what called me here in the first place.”
I shook my head.
“This is an act, right? Reverend Kirk, freed at long last from the Minister’s
Pine?”
“’Tis no act,
lass. Would that it were.” He stepped closer, and took my hands in both of his.
Robert’s hands were warm and callused, and, despite all this nonsense,
comforting. “I am Robert Kirk himself, and ye have freed me no from just a
tree, but from Elphame, and the Seelie Queen herself.”
“Elphame?” I
asked.
“Aye,” he
replied. “Some refer to it as the Fairy Realm.”
I leaned against
the Minister’s Pine. He claimed he was from Elphame. Of course he was. How did
I always attract the weirdos?
It was generally
agreed that when magic left the world, it was because the fairy realm had
closed its doors to humans. Some claimed that human industrialization, and its
rampant use of iron, had caused the fae to retreat, while others claimed the
global shift from pagan to monotheistic faiths was the culprit. No matter which
theory you favored, the end result was the same; there was no new magic. For
hundreds of years humans had made do with a few crumbling artifacts and
enchanted items, but those items were wearing out too. It was as if magic had a
half-life, and we’d long since passed the middle point.
“You can’t be
from Elphame,” I said. “It’s closed. It’s been closed for centuries.”
“Has it, now? I
will say this, when I was a boy the land was thick with magic. Ye could hardly
walk the roads without encountering one o’ the Good People.”
“When you were a
boy,” I repeated, then I remembered that Robert Kirk had lived in the
seventeenth century. Magic hadn’t started disappearing until a century later.
“Still, it’s closed now.”
“Just because a
door has been closed, does no’ mean it canna be reopened.”
I slid down to
the ground and Robert sat beside me, both of us leaning against the tree he’d
recently emerged from.
Wait, when did I
start believing him?
“So, um, you
think all of this is real?” I ventured, gesturing around the clearing. “The
legend and all?”
Robert smiled
wanly. “Ye have heard o’ me, then?”
“They say you
told the world of the fairies’ secrets, so they imprisoned you in a tree.”
“That is no the
whole of the tale.” Robert closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against
the trunk. “I did have dealings with the Good People, but it was no them who
abducted me.”
“Then who did?”
“’Twas Nicnevin,
the Seelie Queen herself.”
My jaw dropped,
and if I hadn’t already been on the ground I would have fallen. As it was, my
arm went out from under me, and my shoulder bumped into Robert. “Are ye all
right, lass?” Robert asked.
“Yes,” I lied.
There was nothing all right about this. “Why did the queen take you?”
“She fancied
me,” he replied. “Offered me an apple, ye ken. I said no, it angered her, she
cursed me. And here we are today.”
I looked up at
him. He still had his head tipped back against the tree, his eyes closed. “That
sounds like the ridiculously oversimplified version.”
At that, he
opened his eyes and speared me with his gaze. “Would ye be likin’ all the
details, then, lass?”
I swallowed.
“Um, maybe not just yet.” My gaze moved from Robert’s face to the quartz in my
hand. “What makes you think I freed you?”
“Ye made contact
wi’ the tree, wishin’ to rescue me. Wishes are powerful things, ye ken.” Robert
leaned over and touched the quartz. “Then ye dropped your stone, and a door
opened for me. I ha’ been waitin’ for ye ever since.”
“Wishes are
powerful things,” I repeated. “Why do you want to leave with me? You don’t even
know me.”
“I know ye freed
me, and that is no small thing,” Robert replied. “I also know that as soon as
Nicneven kens I’ve left me post, she will send her creatures to retrieve me.”
“Creatures?”
“Aye. And I do
no’ want to be here when they arrive.”
I took a deep
breath and got to my feet, Robert following suit. Once we were standing I
looked into his clear blue eyes, his guileless face, and sighed. He was either
telling the truth, or he was the greatest actor in the world. Or I was the
world’s biggest idiot; the jury was still out on that.
“Well, let’s
go.”
“Go?” he
repeated hopefully.
“If you’re
telling the truth—and I’m not saying that you are—I can’t just leave you here.
And, if you’re not telling the truth, I’ll drop you at the nearest police
station,” I added, trying to act tough in front of the armored man with the
sword.
Robert inclined
his head, and took both of my hands in his. “Lass, soon enough ye will ken that
I only speak what’s true.” He once again brought my knuckles to his lips; this
time, I let him kiss me. It was nice, having one’s hand kissed by a dark,
handsome man. “Karina Siobhan Stewart, I am now your charge, and I shall follow
your every command.”
“Okay. Um.” I
looked him over and issued my first command. “First of all, you can’t tromp
around Aberfoyle wearing chain mail. You’re going to have to take off your
armor.”

 

About the Author:

Jennifer Allis Provost writes books about faeries, orcs and elves. Zombies too. She grew up in the wilds of Western Massachusetts and had read every book in the local library by age twelve. (It was a small library). An early love of mythology and folklore led to her epic fantasy series, The Chronicles of Parthalan, and her day job as a cubicle monkey helped shape her urban fantasy, Copper Girl. When she’s not writing about things that go bump in the night (and sometimes during the day) she’s working on her MFA in Creative Nonfiction.

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Midnight Angel by Tracey A Wood – Reviews

seven five star reviews

Midnight Angel

After almost losing her life in a vicious, bloody attack. Kat Shaw, a thirty-something, divorcee, discovers that there are such things as monsters. And the predator who attacked her is not human. She starts to develop unusual skills which have murderous consequences. And is an unwilling witness to multiple, brutal murders, seen through the eyes a killer. Thrown into a battle of Good vs. Evil, she falls in love with two men who are not what they seem. While her attacker stalks her and continues to murder the innocent. She has to find the inner strength to take on and fight the demons from hell. To protect her family and friends while also trying to save her life.
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Susan James‘s 5 STAR review

Aug 01, 2016

it was amazing

Midnight Angel is not the kind of book I normally read. I love books set in England, but as a rule I don’t read any romance tinged with horror and graphic violence. But I couldn’t put Midnight Angel down. I had to know what happened.
Kat is a divorcee with a grown son. She’s bought herself a new cottage and is planning a great time redecorating with her best friends. When she’s assaulted by a monster everything changes. The assault leaves her with terrible wounds and new powers. Suddenly she can see things she’s never seen before, including a lover who first comes to her in dreams. Kat’s caught up in the battle between angels and demons and if she and her new friends don’t find the demons, it could mean the end of our world. Wonderful first book. Looking forward to reading the next one.

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US Review

5 STAR Unique and gripping to the very last page

ByRebeccaon October 26, 2016

Format: Paperback

Midnight Angel captured my interest from page one.

The author crafted paranormal suspense that kept me on the

edge of me seat…and made me late for work yesterday!

Through the shape shifting tale, she told a very possible

romantic story that gave a realistic feel to the novel. I love

getting caught up in the world of a book and peeking over my

shoulder just to make sure the paranormal isn’t real. Yes, it

was that good! I loved all the side characters and hope this

author continues with their stories in a continuing series.
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5 STAR Fantastic read!, 27 Nov. 2016

By Gemma Ikins

This review is from: Midnight Angel (The Council Book 1) (Kindle Edition)

If you are looking for a book thats exciting and a bit different…you just found it! This book is amazing, I couldn’t put it down! The creativity is fantastic, it makes you picture what’s happening in your head! I literally didn’t want it to end. Good job!

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Posted on August 4, 2016 by Carrie

4 STAR

After surviving a vicious attack Kat Shaw learns that monsters really do exist in the world. She begins having dreams of brutal murders and finds that she is seeing what the demon who had attacked her is actually doing. Kat is thrown into the battle of good versus evil as her attacker stalks her and continues to murder innocent victims.

First, a couple of things about Midnight Angel. This one is definitely an adult fantasy read as there was quite a bit of sexual content going on. It took me a bit of getting used to as I’m used to the whole demon fighting type of read being mostly young adult. Plus with this one there’s a bit of a love triangle situation with the main character meeting two men.

Otherwise, I like the idea behind the plot in this one. The idea of surviving an attack only to end up linked to the attacker was certainly interesting. To be injured and have your injuries heal rather quickly would be odd enough but to learn what you are seeing is actually taking place and there is a whole world out there you didn’t know existed was a fun topic.

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About the Author

Tracey A Wood has lived in Staffordshire, in the United Kingdom. She has been married for over thirty years and has two children. One of her boy’s lives at home due to being disable the other has flown the coup. She has three cats that are her babies, and she talks to them all of the time. Funny thing is they don’t answer back!

She loves snowboarding, skiing, jumping out of airplanes and bungee jumping. Well, that is when other people are doing them. She prefers to have her nose in a book or writing one. She also loves to people watch which her husband is always telling her to stop doing. She has a job that she enjoys and works full time. Although if she won the lottery, that might change! She has also got a very good imagination!

She is still working full time and is also working on another book in her limited spare time.  Her favorite saying is ‘Everything happens for a reason’ which she also believes is true.

Her books are fast paced and centered on a female lead who finds an inner strength after being thrown into situations that are beyond her control.

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Writing the Wolf by Steffanie Holmes – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/05/17

 

Writing the Wolf

Wolves of Crookshollow

Book Two

Steffanie Holmes

Genre: paranormal romance, shifters
Publisher: Bacchanalia House
Date of Publication: May 18, 2017
ASIN: B06W58YNT6
Word Count: 70k
Cover Artist: Aria at Resplendant Covers
Tagline: Rosa just wants to be left alone to write her book, but when werewolves attempt to kidnap her, she realizes her neighbor Caleb is the only one who can protect her. But Caleb is hiding a secret of his own … fur and sparks fly in this hot paranormal romance from USA Today bestselling author Steffanie Holmes.

Book Description:

Sink your teeth into the hot new werewolf paranormal romance from USA Today bestselling author, Steffanie Holmes!
Rosa
I need to escape.
After those racist bastards destroyed my home, I can’t face the world again.
I’ve rented a cabin in the heart of the Crookshollow forest. I’m going to lock myself away and work on my book. I’m going to write my story.
And I absolutely, positively WILL NOT think about Caleb, the hunky labourer who’s fixing up my cabin.
No way.
I won’t think about the way his eyes melt my heart, and his smile melts my panties.
I’m too emotionally raw right now. I can’t handle a fling, especially not with a white guy.
Especially not a guy like him. A guy who shags and leaves. I can’t handle any more heartache.
Caleb
Rosa Parker – clever writer, black woman, total hottie.
The connection between us sizzles – there’s no denying it: this woman is my mate.
When I’m near her, all I want to do is claim her.
If only I wasn’t the biggest threat to her life right now.
With a rogue wolf pack after my hide, I can’t afford a distraction. Even a distraction as alluring as her.
I need to keep my wolfish instincts in check.
But I can’t help myself.
Rosa Parker has got under my skin.
And I won’t stop until I’ve made her mine.
Writing the Wolf is a standalone novel with an HEA. It’s the second book in the hot new paranormal romance series by USA Today bestselling author Steffanie Holmes. Read on if you love spunky heroines, pack politics, and a hero so hot he’ll have you howling for more.
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Excerpt 2

Rosa stalked through the
forest ahead of me, deliberately averting her gaze from my naked body. I wanted
to make a joke about it, but judging by the set expression on her face, I knew
it wasn’t the best time.
When Rosa reached the cabin,
she stomped across the porch, unlocked the door, walked inside and slammed the
door shut behind her. I stopped myself before I slammed my face against the
glass panel.
“Hey,” I rapped against the
window beside the door. “I’m still out here.”
“I know that. Say what you
need to say to me through the door,” Rosa moved toward the kitchen, and started
slamming her groceries down on the bench. Her hands were still shaking. “I’m
not having you inside, not when you could turn into one of them.
“Could you at least throw me
a towel or something? It’s a little nippy out here and I’m afraid I’m not
showing you my best angle.”
The corners of Rosa’s mouth
tugged upward a little, but she didn’t crack that gorgeous smile for me. She
balled up the red duvet she’d spread over the bed, and shoved it through the
door to me, slamming it shut behind her before I could get an arm through the
gap.
I wrapped the duvet around
my lower half, knotting the ends together. “Not quite the kilt I’m used to, but
it’s something.”
“Don’t try to be funny, Caleb.
This is serious. You’re a werewolf. I was just attacked by two other
werewolves. The werewolves that attacked me today – they’re your stepbrothers,
and they are after me to get to you for some reason that I’m sure to regret
learning.”
“That’s an astute summary of
the situation.”
“I’m going to need more,
Caleb. I’m going to need the full story.” She slammed the kettle down on the
stove, and turned on the gas.
“It’s a pretty long story.”
Rosa held up her cup and
waved it at me. She folded her arms and leaned against the bench, one hip
jutting out suggestively. “I’m listening.”

 

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About the Author:

Steffanie Holmes is a USA Today bestselling author of dark and steamy paranormal romance. Her books feature clever, witty heroines, wild shifters, cunning witches and alpha males who get what they want.
Before becoming a writer, Steffanie worked as an archaeologist and museum curator. She loves to explore historical settings and ancient conceptions of love and possession. From Dark Age Europe to crumbling gothic estates, Steffanie is fascinated with how love can blossom between the most unlikely characters.
Steffanie lives in New Zealand with her husband and a horde of cantankerous cats. Learn more about Steffanie at her website: http://www.steffanieholmes.com. She also writes dark science fiction under the name S C Green.
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