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SunWalker by S. T. Sanchez – Promo

05/08/17

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Sunwalker

by S. T. Sanchez

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Pub. Date May 17, 2017

Word Count: 101,000

 

About the book

 

Lilly is a sunwalker—a vampire born from human parents, able to walk in the daylight. She lives life as human, hiding her true identity from all those around her. One evening, she comes to the rescue of her best friend, Lex, as a vampire is about to make a meal out of her. Lilly is drawn to him, despite her desire to loathe him for almost murdering Lex, as he is the first of her kind she has ever met.

As the vampire, Tread, begins to open Lilly’s eyes to a world she has never known, Lilly must decide where she belongs. After she is betrayed by the person she loves most, Lilly is forced to submerge herself entirely in the vampire world, only to discover that Tread has a secret so shocking it could destroy them all.

 

Excerpt

She heard a male voice whispering, “No it’s completely safe, we’ll just have a little more privacy back here.”

A giggle came from behind the building. It was definitely Lex, though how she knew that, Lilly had no idea. She would never have even been able to imagine Lex giggling. Lilly approached quietly and saw a man with his arm wrapped around Lex, kissing her as he pushed her up against the back wall of The Broken Coffee Pot. Then, in a flash, he had her neck at an angle. He pushed her hair off her neck and had his hand around her mouth.

“It’ll be so quick you’ll barely notice anything,” the man said. Then he winked at her and his eyeteeth extended into long fangs.

Lilly would never forget the look of terror in her friend’s eyes. Without even realizing what she was doing, she lunged at the man and sent him flying.

The man stood up inhumanly fast, and dusted some sand from his shirt. He seemed amused.

“Listen doll, I don’t know you, but generally speaking, when someone has their dinner ready and is about to eat, you go find your own. You don’t try and steal theirs.”

Lilly turned to Lex. “Run!” she yelled.

Lex stared hesitantly at Lilly for a brief moment and then took off in a mad dash, tripping on the sand as she tried to get away.

Lilly spun to block his pursuit. Her fangs slid out and a growl ripped through her teeth. She was taken aback at first, realizing the sound came from her and not the vampire in front of her.

The man stared at her, confused. Then he took a few slow steps forward with a look of awe on his face. “You’re a sunwalker,” he said with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, and I’m stronger than the scum like you who are bitten into existence. So stay away from my friend,” Lilly spat with all the spite she could muster.

Before she realized what was happening, the vampire had her now pinned to the wall.

“You listen to me, little girl. You are nothing but an infant,” he scoffed. “You will watch how you talk to me,” he ordered as he squeezed her wrist tighter. “I have been around a long time. I’m smarter than you, faster than you, and stronger than you. Sunwalkers might be rare. But don’t ever assume you’re the only one.” He shoved her one more time hard against the wall, gripping her hand with one arm and using the other to hold her across the chest. Then, he released her.

“Ow!” Lilly said, rubbing her wrist. “That hurt.” She looked at him, dumbfounded. He was not just another vampire, but a sunwalker.

“That was the point,” he said, shaking his head, still trying to figure something out.

She rubbed her wrist. “It’s just, I’ve never been hurt before. I didn’t think we could get hurt.”

His jaw dropped. He opened it to speak, then shut it again. He shook his head.

“You do that a lot?” Lilly asked.

“Do what?”

“Walk around and shake your head.”

“I just don’t understand you…” He started to shake his head and stopped himself. Stifling a laugh, he asked, “Where are you from? What hospital were you born at? I don’t understand how we missed you. You must not have been born around here.”

“Hold on, as much as I’d love to stay and chat,” Lilly replied sarcastically, “you just tried to murder my friend.” She turned and started walking back around the building. She heard him muttering “friend” as she stalked off.

“Wait!” the stranger called.

Lilly didn’t bother turning around. “Yeah, I don’t think so,” she called, and then almost walked smack dab into him as he appeared in front of her.

“That was me asking politely, as a courtesy because you are my kind, and I fancy myself as a gentleman—” he began, but stopped as Lilly rubbed her wrist. “Well normally I am a gentleman. Someone stealing my dinner and then letting it run free seems to have put me in a foul mood. Nevertheless, as you’ve seen, I can make you stay.” He stepped back, holding his hands up non-threateningly and then added, “Just answer a few questions and then I’ll let you leave.”

Lilly wasn’t thrilled with this. She knew Lex must be going out of her mind right now. But after feeling his strength, she knew she really didn’t have a choice. Some kind of gentleman, threatening but polite, she thought.

“Fine,” she huffed. “Ask away. It’s not like I really have a choice.”

He gestured to a couple of crates and then sat down. Lilly hadn’t really had time to process all that had happened. But sitting across from this man, she realized for the first time that Lex had been right about one thing, he really was a hottie. He had long dark eyelashes and deep blue eyes. His hair hung in black waves and was a little longer than the guys’ at school, who kept their hair very short. It wasn’t like medieval times long, just grown out a little. He brushed his hand through his hair, pushing a lock out of his face. He was about six feet tall. And he was pale like she was. He seemed to be about the same age as her. This surprised her most; something about him had made her think he was much older. He was dressed nicely too. He had on khaki pants and a long sleeved button-down black dress shirt. Everything was neatly pressed with prominent straight creases. She didn’t see a wrinkle on his outfit. He seemed like he had just stepped off the pages of a GQ magazine.

“Ok, so—” he began.

“How did you know I was a sunwalker?” she interrupted.

“Because I can smell the sun on your skin,” he answered, appearing annoyed. “That and I can hear your heart beating. Now may I ask my questions?”

Lilly nodded. This was the first vampire she had ever met and a million questions flooded through her mind. But he did just try to kill Lex. She promised herself no matter how badly she wanted answers to her questions, she would just answer his and then go find her friend.

“Alright. Thank you,” he added. “Oh, I forgot my manners. I’m Tread.” He waited, then when he saw she wasn’t going to reciprocate, he prodded. “And you are?” he asked with an exaggerated but dazzling smile. “Remember you promised to answer my questions,” he reminded.

“Lilly,” she said, trying to be as defiant as she could, although admittedly it was getting harder.

“Lilly,” he repeated. Seemingly content, he continued. “Where are you from?”

Lilly gestured around her, “You’re looking at it. Good ole’ Harbor Cove, New Hampshire.”

He leaned closer. “Here’s the part that confuses me. What hospital were you born at? And you’re how old?”

“Seventeen. And I wasn’t born in a hospital.”

“Seventeen! You really are just a baby. Hmmmm.” Tread nodded to himself as if this confirmed his suspicions, whatever they were.

“What is ‘hmmmm’ supposed to mean? And how did you get past the fence anyway?” Lilly demanded after the realization struck that this vampire had been inside her city. Lex had said she met him at the movies, which meant he had gotten past the wall.

Tread laughed hard. “My questions, remember.” He stood up. “Last question. Am I the first vampire you’ve ever met?” He regarded her intently.

“Yes. Can I go now?” Lilly asked as she stood up, following Tread’s suit.

“Sure, unless you want to meet up with me again. Learn about our species. About what you are,” he said with a note of pity in his voice. “Because you really don’t seem to know much.”

“You want me to meet up with you after you just tried to murder my friend, then threatened me into answering your questions?” she asked in disbelief.

Tread stepped towards Lilly, closer than a human would, and she glanced at him nervously. “Why do you hang out with these happy meals?”

Confusion on her face, she asked, “Happy meals?”

“Humans. Sorry, I forget you don’t know the vampire jargon. Humans like fast food. And although they are not what I would call fast, that’s what we call them. They are FOOD, you know.” Then he grinned. “And they do make me so very, very happy.”

Lilly stepped back. “You’re disgusting. You know I sit here and look at you. Talk to you. You seem so human. But you’re not. You’re a monster.”

“We’re the same species, hon.” Tread replied as she walked off.

Lilly rushed around the corner and then checked to see if Tread was following her. When she saw he wasn’t, she pulled her phone out. There were twenty texts from Lex. She had been so engrossed in the scuffle and inquisition from Tread that the beeping hadn’t even registered with her. Not bothering to read them, she texted back quickly.

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T. Sanchez was born in Dallas, TX. She graduated from the University of North Texas with a BA of Arts in Spanish. She loves to write fantasy. She is married and has three wonderful children. She loves hiking and spending time outdoors when she is not writing. She has a second novel set to come out in December of 2017 entitled Charlie Tanner and the Piranha. Nightwalker, the sequel to Sunwalker, is set to come out in Spring 2018.

 

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Forbidden Addiction by R.L. Kenderson – Book Tour + #Giveaway

02/08/17





Hidden from humans in Minneapolis/St. Paul, there is a century-old divide between vampires and shifters. All that changes when the youngest generation breaks free from old traditions and changes the very rules they have all lived by.

Forbidden Addiction
Forbidden Series
Book Four
R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: 8/1/2017
ISBN: 978-0-9988770-3-7
Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 78,000
Cover Artist: Estrella Cover Art
Book Description:
With a tortured past, she’s a cat-shifter who refuses to get close to anyone. Yet she can’t seem to resist the leader of the vampire protectors.
Phoenix Kaplan has never felt a connection like the one she has with Dante Leonidas. She might service him monthly, allowing him to feed from her blood, but as much as her body tells her differently, she knows it can be nothing more, not with her insecurities and inability to be intimate with a male.
That is, until she realizes the one thing she desires most in the world is something he can give her…and she propositions him to impregnate her.
She’s never wanted anything more than to be a mother, and all she needs is this one thing from Dante.
Although he should refuse, Dante can’t resist the temptation. He’s addicted not only to her blood, but also to the enigma that is purely Phoenix. And he is determined to prove to her that he can give her much more than what she asked for.
She might protect her heart with an impenetrable wall, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to break down that wall in order to get what he desires most in the world.
Excerpt Forbidden Addiction:
Dante Leonidas raised his head from the map spread out on his desk from where he’d been studying it when he heard the rap at his door.
Phoenix.
Usually, he prepared himself before she arrived, but he’d been so lost in thought that he didn’t notice her scent or her presence, despite her blood in him. He cursed himself for not paying attention, but it didn’t really matter. He’d never be truly equipped to see her.
“Enter,” he called out.
The entrance to his office opened, and Phoenix slipped through before closing the door behind her.
Dante held his breath as the aroma of sunshine flooded the room, but it was too late. Her scent teased his nostrils, and suddenly, his pants were too tight as his cock hardened under his fly. He had to reach down and adjust himself under the desk before the painful position caused him to wince. Males always talked about having big dicks, but honestly, it wasn’t that great. It could really be a pain in the ass sometimes. No pun intended.
“Hey,” the beautiful cat-shifter said as she approached his desk.
She was sans makeup with her long red-and-black hair in a ponytail while she wore her usual outfit of shapeless clothing. Today, it was a sweater and jeans. But, despite her baggy attire, Dante could still make out her curves underneath. It didn’t hurt that he’d seen her without her clothes in the past. Picturing her naked didn’t help his hard-on.
She glanced down at the Minneapolis/St. Paul area map that he’d been reviewing before she entered. “What are you looking at?”
He pointed to the Xs he’d made in red. “I marked all the incidents on the list in hopes that maybe a pattern or something would jump out at me.” Dante threw the pen he held on top of the map as he leaned back in his chair and exhaled his frustration. “So far, it’s been a bust.”
Over the last few months, crimes had been happening to vampire and shifter residences and places of business. It wasn’t like the paranormal community was immune to crime, but the unusual part about it was how they were all coming in pairs. Whatever happened to a vampire-owned place, the same thing would happen to a shifter-owned place. The first incident had been graffiti at a vampire-owned restaurant on the same night a shifter-owned restaurant was hit. It was an obvious message to both vampires and shifters. The latest incidents were fires started at vampire- and shifter-owned homes with an hour of each other. The worst part of the entire situation was that the human police were starting to notice.
Phoenix came around to his side of the desk and leaned over to read the map and his notes. Her baggy pants hung on her hips, but when she bent over, they stretched across her ass, and Dante had to fight not to ogle her. His erection got harder, if that was even possible, and he fought his desire to pull her into his lap, strip off her clothes, and bury himself inside her.
But that would never happen.
Despite the fact that she was there to feed him, they were not in a romantic or sexual relationship. Dante didn’t know all the details about what had happened to Phoenix in her past, but he knew she had been traumatized. So, while he usually had sex with the females he fed from, the only thing he’d be sinking inside her were his fangs. His little head didn’t get it, but his big head did, and he wasn’t going to add to her issues. For now, feeding from her and being her friend was enough. But, damn, this celibacy thing just might kill him.
Maybe, someday, he would tell her how he felt about her, but today wasn’t that day. She wasn’t ready to hear it.
Turning his thoughts back to the task at hand, he asked her, “Have you guys come up with anything?”
She spun around and sat on the edge of the desk, the emerald greens of her eyes filled with vexation. “No. Are you coming to the meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes, we’ll all be there.”
“That’s good.” She nodded her approval. “One of the wolf-shifter sentinels is an officer in the Minneapolis Police Department. Damien told Vance that the sentinel would fill us in on what the humans knew.”
The wolf-shifter alpha was really proving himself to the cat-shifter alpha. Damien wasn’t going to let the newly healed bond between the two subspecies get fractured again, it seemed.
Dante furrowed his brows. “You don’t have any cat-shifters in the police force?”
“Yes, we do, but none of them are sentinels. They give us information, but we don’t share what we know back with them. It’s a good idea, what Damien did, having someone working both angles. I just hope Vance doesn’t make one of us sign up for the police academy.” She made a face of disgust. “At least, I hope it isn’t me.”
Dante chuckled. “Humans aren’t that bad.”
She looked at him like he was crazy. “Humans aren’t that bad? The same species that traditionally comes at your species with a stake through the heart?”
“Pretty sure none of the members of the St. Paul Police Department are carrying stakes.”
“No, just guns.”
He laughed again. “I suppose you have a point.”
“So, does that mean you have vampires on the force? How does that work with the sun thing?”
“Of course we do. They enter the academy before their conversion, and after, they work the night shift.” Dante frowned. “Although I never thought to have one of the Guardians work for us and the police at the same time. It is smart.”
The conversation stalled, and silence fell over the room. Their eyes met, but neither moved.
The knock at the door broke the quietness, and Dante looked at the bare skin on Phoenix’s neck. “Come back later. I’m busy.”
He swiveled his chair to face her and opened his legs. “Come here, Red.”
Forbidden Temptation
Forbidden Series
Book Three
R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: 8/18/2015
ISBN: 978-0-9904144-7-6
ASIN: B0100BOE7S
Number of pages: 244
Word Count: 73,500
Book Description:
Since one fateful evening at a nightclub, Kenzie Swanson and Sawyer Lennar have shared an undeniable attraction. They’ve had moments where they couldn’t ignore their desires, succumbing to their needs, and Sawyer has marked Kenzie in a way that no other man can.
But there is one problem that continues to keep them apart.
As a cat-shifter with a traumatic past, Sawyer hates humans—and Kenzie is all human.
Sawyer’s hatred pushes Kenzie away, and they try to maintain their distance from each other—until they are mistakenly kidnapped and have to act as a couple. When the unforeseen happens, Kenzie can only do so much to deny herself from being intimate with Sawyer.
Given a chance at what might have been, Sawyer and Kenzie are forced to face the forbidden temptation to be with one another.
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Excerpt Forbidden Temptation:
She stared down at Sawyer, asleep in her lap. He looked so peaceful, and she felt a little bad that she would have to wake him. She brushed his tawny hair off his face and neck before picking his head up and softly setting it down on the edge of the driver’s seat.
She climbed out of the vehicle and opened the door to the house, so there wouldn’t be anything in their path from the car to the house once she woke him.
She opened the passenger door and poked his leg. “Sawyer. Sawyer.”
Nothing.
This time, she shook his arm. “Sawyer.”
Still nothing.
She leaned in and shook his shoulders.
Nothing again.
Finally, she reached into the car and lightly smacked him on the face while trying not to fall on top of him. “Sawyer, wake up.”
“Mmm.”
“Sawyer, you need to wake up, so I can help you into the house. It’s cold out here.”
No response.
She went back around to the driver’s side since his head was lying on the driver’s seat. She sat down on the outside half and gave him a few more pats on the face since that had seemed to get a response out of him. “Sawyer, you need to get up. Now.”
“Mmm,” he muttered again. This time, he turned his head toward her and mumbled a word that sounded like make or Nate.
“You big oaf, will you please get up?” she hissed.
He opened his eyes.
Finally. Apparently, calling him names had worked.
She leaned her head over, so he could see her better. He looked at her with his amber eyes and smiled, as in an everything-is-hunky-dory-and-life-is-good kind of smile. Sawyer rarely smiled and never a smile filled with such happiness and contentment. And he certainly didn’t smile at her.
Something wasn’t right.
She tried to see his pupils since he had been drugged and knocked out, but the garage was too dark to assess them.
“Hey there, big guy. Can you get up for me, so we can go into the house?”
“Sure,” he said with a dopey smile, still lying there without even attempting to get up.
Sure? Now, she knew something was wrong.
This was not the Sawyer that she knew. Sawyer was not passive. Sawyer was not cheerful. And Sawyer certainly did not agree with anything she said.
The sooner she got him into the house, the better.
“Okay, big boy, let’s get you up.”
She exited to go to Sawyer’s side of the vehicle again. As she walked around to the open passenger door, he stared at her the whole time through the windshield, almost as if he were in a daze. He was starting to creep her out a little because he was never like this.
When she reached him, she got his legs out of the car and grabbed his hands. “I’m going to help you sit up. On the count of three, you push, and I’ll pull, okay?”
“Okay,” he answered.
She wasn’t sure if he’d even heard what she said.
“Okay.” She nodded. “One, two, three, and go!”
She yanked on his arms, hard, and it appeared that Sawyer was trying to help, but holy shit was the man heavy. She got him into a sitting position, and his feet were on the ground, but it hadn’t been easy. It took another ten minutes to get him into the house, and despite the cold garage, she had started to break a sweat.
“Let’s go to the couch,” she told him.
Thankfully, it was cleared off. Her brother was a bachelor, and even though he was in his early thirties, he still lived like he was ten years younger. After she helped Sawyer get to the couch, she looked around and noticed the place was remarkably clean. She hoped it didn’t mean what she thought it meant.
She went over to the thermostat and saw that the temperature was turned down to sixty-two degrees. That wasn’t good either. She turned the heat up to seventy before she used the bathroom. She prayed her brother’s girlfriend, Anna, had left some feminine products there.
Kenzie was in luck. She was relieved to get rid of her makeshift pad. Thank God that she was on birth control, that her periods were really light and would only last a few days, and that she was already on day three.
After she was done with the bathroom, she rummaged around her brother’s coat closet for a warm coat, hat, and gloves. Once she found a spot to leave the car, she’d have to walk home. To say she wasn’t looking forward to freezing her ass off while wondering if someone was out there, planning to kill her, would be an understatement.
She looked back at Sawyer and tried to ignore her irritation. She knew it wasn’t his fault that he’d been drugged and injured, but it wasn’t fair that she would have to do this all on her own either. She could really use his help right now.
After finding everything she needed, she returned to his side to check on him before she left. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t seem to be sleeping, so she nudged him.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She could see his pupils now, and they didn’t appear to be dilated. That was a good sign, yet something was up. Even injured, she couldn’t believe he wasn’t taking charge, getting things done, and bossing her around.
She’d have to worry about it later though. If she had to deal with one more piece of bad news right now, she might explode. “I need to go and get rid of the car, but I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
She put on her brother’s winter gear while Sawyer watched.
“Do you think you’ll be okay while I’m gone?”
No reply.
He just blinked and stared at her hands while she put on the gloves.
“Sawyer, did you hear what I said? I need to get rid of the car. Are you going to be okay?”
He slowly raised his head and looked into her eyes. His brow furrowed, he asked, “Who’s Sawyer?”
Forbidden Heat
Forbidden Series
Book Two
R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: 12/16/2014
ISBN: 978-0-9904144-4-5
ASIN: B00PYRJE7Y
Number of pages: 305
Word Count: 90,500
Book Description:
Payton Llewelyn, daughter to the cat-shifter alpha, wakes up with a throbbing head and a bullet wound to the hip. Recalling the events that led her there, the scent of a shifter permeates her senses—not that of a cat though, but of a wolf.
Damien Lowell, future pack leader of the wolf-shifters, has found himself in an impossible situation. Cat-shifters and wolf-shifters aren’t friends, and what Payton doesn’t know is that his father is behind her attack. He only meant to prevent her from being kidnapped, and he now has the wounded princess of the cat-shifters in his custody.
But when the heat becomes too much to handle, Damien and Payton must choose whether to follow their instincts or question the forbidden.
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Excerpt  Forbidden Heat:
She tried to open her eyes, but she had a headache, and the daylight hurt her pupils. Then, there were the smells. She wasn’t at home or any other place that was familiar, and the scent of wolf-shifter was strong.
Wolf-shifter. Payton sat up in bed, jarring her side and sending shooting pains through her head.
“Oh,” she moaned as the previous night came back to her.
She’d left the restaurant after dinner with friends. Three humans had come out of nowhere and attacked. She had been injured, and then surprisingly, a wolf-shifter had saved her. It was all very strange.
There shouldn’t have been any wolf-shifters in the Twin Cities, but she supposed a few would slip past their radar every once in a while. Since this one had rescued her, she was shockingly unconcerned. So, that was not what bothered her the most.
Actually, it was the humans. Something about them and that whole situation disturbed her. She’d been in the lit parking lot of a busy restaurant in a good neighborhood. Why had they picked her to rob? Why there? Unfortunately, thinking only made her head hurt worse. She’d worry about it later. She should be more concerned about the present anyway.
She looked around the room, finally noticing her surroundings. Hardwood floors and walls all around showed that it was a cabin of some sort. From her spot on the bed, she looked through the window and could see the cloudy winter sky and an endless sight of bare trees with a small amount of snow coating the branches.
The scent of cedar was strong, but it wasn’t the wood cabin. It was her wolf.
My wolf?
She mentally shook her head. She’d meant, her wolf rescuer. It was obviously his place. She looked at the empty spot next to her with the rumpled sheets and the dent on the pillow. This was obviously his room. Had he slept next to her?
A cupboard slammed in the other room. Sticking her nose in the air, she caught a whiff of food cooking, and her stomach rumbled.
She searched the room for a clock with no luck, and she assumed it was late morning or early afternoon. It was light outside, and days were short in November, so midday was a good guess.
Throwing back the covers, Payton attempted to swing her legs over the side of the bed.
Bad idea.
Pain radiated everywhere. She would need to do this a little slower.
Carefully, she put her right leg on the floor first. She noticed her right leg was bare. She looked down at herself. She could feel she was sans underwear. A man’s flannel shirt was the only thing she wore. She grabbed the collar and brought it to her nose. Although the smell was faint, it was the wolf’s shirt. It had been washed after he’d last worn it, and now, her scent covered it, too.
She pulled up the shirt to look at her throbbing hip. The wound was bandaged and clean from what she could see. Next, she picked up a chunk of her hair, seeing it had also been washed.
He had bathed her, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She appreciated his care, but she knew he’d seen her naked—as if things weren’t already awkward.
She lowered her shirt and moved to place her other foot on the floor. She was working up her motivation to stand when the wolf came to the door, carrying a tray of food.
They both froze.
“Payton?”
Wow. Now, this was a man.
Forbidden Blood
Forbidden Series
Book One
R.L. Kenderson
Genre: Paranormal romance
Date of Publication: 07/01/2014
ISBN: 978-0-9904144-1-4
ASIN: B00LDTYYDQ
Number of pages: 302
Word Count: 96,000
Book Description:
Next in line to lead the vampire species, Princess Naya Kensington has always abided by her royal responsibilities. At the urging of her best friend, Naya breaks the rules and crosses the line when she goes to a human nightclub. Following a chance encounter, Naya alters her life with a singular act forged from lust and blood.
Vaughn Llewelyn has secrets and obligations of his own, but he ignores them when he spots Naya across the nightclub. He wants her in a way he’s never felt before, and although he can’t possibly have more than one night with Naya, he knows no one else will do.
One night of forbidden love creates a bond that will forever change both of their lives…as well as their worlds.
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Excerpt  Forbidden Blood:
As Naya moved closer, she found a small opening near the corner of the bar. When she reached the counter, it was obvious as to why the space had been empty. Next to her sat a disheveled man perched on a stool. He stank of alcohol and smelled like he was about a week overdue for a shower. He ogled her, making her uncomfortable, but people were swarming the bar around her, so she was unable to put the space she wanted between herself and the dirty drunk.
However, she was sick of people forcing her to do things she didn’t want to do, whether it was consciously or subconsciously on their part. She was going to get a drink, head to the floor, and dance until she started to have fun, even if it killed her. She would not let anyone ruin her plans.
“Hey, baby,” he said as he scooted closer, looking her up and down and almost falling over in the process. Apparently, his intoxicated state wasn’t going to stop him because he next slurred, “You’re hot,” as he swayed into her personal bubble.
She’d had to hold her breath when he spoke since his teeth hadn’t met a toothbrush in some time.
Naya faced forward and ignored him, hoping he would get the hint. While situations like this didn’t happen often, she had learned that silence was sometimes the best policy.
He leaned in closer. “I said, hey, baby.”
This time, she gave him a stern look. “Sir, I am not your baby.” She turned away, praying the straightforward approach would work.
“Wanna come home with me tonight? We can grab a six-pack of beer and fuck.”
She gasped. “No!” Gross.
“What? You don’t like beer?” He laughed at his joke and extended his hand to touch her.
She jerked her arm away and lifted her chin with confidence. “I’m here with someone.”
If only it were true.
He called her bluff. “I don’t see anyone with you. Why are you playing hard to get, dollface?”
She groaned. Why won’t he go away?
She took a small step back, irritated that she had to be the one to leave, when she sensed a presence behind her. Even though she couldn’t see the person, she knew immediately that he was big, male, and powerful. But she wasn’t afraid. In fact, a calm sense of relief came over her, and she instinctively recognized he was the one who had been watching her. The deep feelings he’d first stirred in her now flared to life. Anticipation, excitement, arousal, and exhilaration fused into one. Her head was spinning as her nostrils flared, and the lonely place between her legs blazed to life.
From the mirror behind the bar, she caught a glimpse of a virile male before he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, engulfing her body with his own. He kissed her neck and lingered there as if he had the right.
She tilted her head and let him.
About the Author:
R.L. Kenderson is two best friends writing under one name.
Renae has always loved reading, and in third grade, she wrote her first poem where she learned she might have a knack for this writing thing. Lara remembers sneaking her grandmother’s Harlequin novels when she was probably too young to be reading them, and since then, she knew she wanted to write her own.
When they met in college, they bonded over their love of reading and the TV show Charmed. What really spiced up their friendship was when Lara introduced Renae to romance novels. When they discovered their first vampire romance, they knew there would always be a special place in their hearts for paranormal romance. After being unable to find certain storylines and characteristics they wanted to read about in the hundreds of books they consumed, they decided to write their own.
They both live in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area where they’re a sonographer/stay-at-home mom/wife and pharmacist/mother by day and a sexy author by night. They always love hearing from their readers.

 

 

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Through Her Eyes by Deborah Camp – Book Tour + #Giveaway

24/07/17

Through Her Eyes

The Mind’s Eye Series

Book Four

Deborah Camp

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: July 24, 2017
ASIN: B071KC41NB
Number of pages: 415
Word Count: 92418
Cover Artist: Patricia Schmitt
Tagline: She can see evil and evil can see her

Book Description:

Psychic detectives Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker comb the streets of New Orleans in search of a serial killer who has claimed 19 lives and counting.
The suspect was in an accident almost two years ago that left him paralyzed in a wheel chair, but the murders continue. Is he faking it or has he enlisted a protégé to continue his reign of terror?
As Levi and Trudy draw closer to the truth, Trudy discovers new and unsettling psychic abilities in herself.


 

 

Excerpt:

“So, tell me
about your experience,” Trudy said, sitting next to Levi.
“It was strange.
Very strange. I was contacted – during a business meeting, mind you – by the
dead son of the new contractor I was speaking with in my office. This kid – a
salvage yard murder victim – popped into my head and started yelling at me. I
tried to shut him out, but I couldn’t. I had to actually stop the damned
meeting and tell the man that his deceased son was demanding an audience. Gonzo
thought I’d lost my noodle.”
“Good Lord!” She
covered her parted lips with her hand. “I’d say that was a heck of a
coincidence, but . . .it seems to be so much more than that.”
“Yeah, right.”
He sat back and drummed his fingers on the table for a few seconds. “Anyway,
the kid – Clayton Nelson – was hitchhiking in New Orleans when a guy in a
pickup stopped for him. He couldn’t see much of the man’s face because he wore
a ball cap and sunglasses. He had a mustache that looked fake to me. He used
the ploy of something being wrong with his truck to get the kid to look under
the hood and then he knocked him out with a blow to the head. Clay came to in a
basement, his wrists and ankles bound with plastic ties and chains.” He
shuttered his gaze from her. “That’s where he was murdered.” A few seconds
ticked by before his lashes lifted to reveal his dark blue eyes that never
missed much. “You’ve been in contact with the murderer already, haven’t you?”
Her heart
jolted. He was uncanny. “I was in contact with someone who’s warped. I don’t
know if it was the salvage yard killer.”
“Was he
murdering someone?”
“Something. A
cat.”
Levi’s upper lip
lifted in disgust. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. He was
practicing, I think.” She shuddered and blocked out the memory.
“The kid in my
head showed me a compass and pointed to the N on it.”
She gasped at
the reference. “Your true north?”
“Bingo. His way
of telling me that you were already part of this.”
She reached for
her glass of juice. They must be destined to examine this case. How else could
she explain what happened to Levi and what she’d already experienced?

 

 

About the Author:

Deborah Camp is the author of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical. She received the first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel that best addressed a social problem). “My Wild Rose” dealt with battered women and children.
A bestselling author, Deborah’s books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of humor, even in her romantic suspense novels.
Communicating with readers and other writers is something she enjoys, so don’t be shy about visiting her online. If you post a review of her books, you’ll probably receive a personal “thanks” even if the review isn’t entirely favorable!
Deborah lives in Tulsa, OK where she is continually inspired by real cowboys, real Indians, and real heroes and heroines.

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Dead and Delicious by Tara West – Book Tour

20/07/17

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Dead and Delicious

Tara West

 

Genre: PNR


Release Date: July 17, 2017

Book Description:

Two zombies and one skeleton on a road trip to Vegas to kill a witch, stop an apocalypse, and rescue their friends from the belly of a shadow dragon.

 

Nothing weird about that.
 
Five things I learned while being a fallen angel zombie:
 
1. Duct tape works better than embalming.
 
2. Alopecia is not my favorite hairstyle.
 
3. Fried demons smell like bacon.
 
4. This brain breath is affecting my love                  life.
 
5.  Nothing ruins a honeymoon like an apocalypse.
 
 
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Excerpt:

“Omigod,
Ash?”
            I turned at the sound of a familiar
nasally whine. Dear Lord in heaven, it couldn’t be. But it was. Travis Jones,
aka my jerk ex-boyfriend, who’d left me for our chain-smoking cougar law
professor.
            I flashed a forced smile. “Oh, hey,
Travis. Long time no see.”
            “It talks.” His skanky sugar mama,
displaying the latest desperately-clinging-to-youth fashion, camel-toe skinny
jeans, a frilly little girl top, and suede stiletto boots, gaped at me as if I
was the one with a crotch gap the size of the Grand Canyon.
            “Of course I talk.” I jutted a stiff
fist on my hip. “I’m undead, not brain dead.” I took a step forward, scowling
at the basket Travis clutched in his bony fingers. “The world is ending, and
you take alcohol, condoms, and cigarettes?”
            Travis grabbed a champagne bottle
out of his basket, aiming it at me like he was wielding a baseball bat. “Don’t
come any closer.”
            “Thanks.” I lunged forward,
snatching the bottle out of his hands. No surprise, he didn’t put up a fight.
I’d forgotten how puny his arms were. I was so used to Aedan’s meaty biceps
that Travis’s toothpicks, sticking out of his T-shirt, made him look like an
elementary schoolboy compared to my husband. I waved the bottle in Travis’s
face, laughing under my breath as his eyes followed the movement like Pavlov’s
dog. “It’s our wedding day, and we haven’t celebrated yet.”
            Travis stepped back, quaking like he
was mid-seizure. “Y-you’re married?”
            “Yes.” I nodded at Aedan, who placed
a hand on my shoulder. “This is my husband, Aedan O’Connor. He’s a grim
reaper.” I smiled up at my handsome groom. “Aedan, this is Travis, my
ex-boyfriend.”
            Aedan didn’t utter a word. He didn’t
have to. The look he shot Travis said it all.
            “Um, hi,” Travis squeaked.
            Aedan nodded at the skank, who
needed to touch up her gray roots and remove the fake mole that looked like a
tick was eating her face. “Travis, you and your mother need to find shelter.
It’s going to get ugly.”
            Mrs. Cougar Club actually had the
nerve to gasp. “I’m not his mother!” She stomped a heel on the polished
concrete, the sound ricocheting to the rafters.
            My attention was drawn to the nasty
creature with what appeared to be a dislocated jaw. That didn’t seem to deter
his mission as he hobbled toward Travis, blood and drool hanging down his chin.
The poor guy’s arm had fallen out of the socket, and he didn’t have any duct
tape. I almost felt sorry for him.
            “There’s a zombie behind you,” I
said casually, as if I was warning Travis the zipper shielding his three-inch
pecker was down.
            Travis spun around, screamed like a
little girl, and jumped behind his girlfriend.
            “Oh, Travis. What did I ever see in
you?” I heaved an overly-dramatic sigh and set the champagne bottle on a
display. I wasn’t in the mood for alcohol, anyway, unless it was spiked with
blood and brains.
            “Step aside,” Aedan grumbled,
pushing Travis before slicing off the zombie’s head.
            I laughed when the head rolled in
front of Travis and his girlfriend. Mrs. Cougar didn’t think it was too funny,
though. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slumped to the floor.
Travis didn’t even try to catch her.
            I tossed Travis a scowl before
thumbing at Aedan. “That is how real men kill zombies. Grow a set.”
            I was a little too stiff to turn on
my heel and sashay away, so I did the next best thing. I let out a rancid burp,
blowing rotten squirrel and bloody beef breath at Travis, smiling when his pale
face turned a diaper-doo green. Then I turned, looped an arm through Aedan’s,
and walked away. Damn, that had felt good.
            Aedan stopped me as we came to the
broken glass doors. “Hang on. You have another maggot.”
            He wiped my eye. No wonder it had
been itching me. I figured it was seasonal allergies, but no, just another
worm. “Thanks, honey.” I beamed up at my big, strong hero. “I feel bad making
you pick off all my maggots.”
            “For better or for worse,” he said
with a wink, looking sexier than should be legal as he leaned against his
scythe, scanning the outside. “Remember?”
            “Of course I remember.” I stood on
stiff toes and kissed his cheek. “And you’ve already proven that ten times
over.”
            He reached for my hand. “I’ll keep
proving it for the rest of eternity.”


            Awww. Nobody made my zombie heart
flutter like my husband.
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About the Author:

 
Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She’s willing to share her dragons, witches and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate.
 
Tara West’s young adult and new adult romances have been Kindle bestsellers. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.
 
 
@TaraWestauthor
 
 

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Awakening Series By Jane Hinchey – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/07/17

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First Blade
Awakening Series Book 1
By Jane Hinchey
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
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Georgia Pearce possesses remarkable psychic abilities. When she discovers an
ancient dagger hidden in her workshop, she knows it can only mean one
thing. Trouble.


Trouble arrives in the form of Zak Goodwin, an entity more powerful – and
definitely sexier – than any she’s come across before. However,
when a horde of dangerous vampires show up and threaten Georgia and
her sister, she has no choice but to ask Zak for help.

 

Along with a shifter cop, a band of vampire warriors, and her own psychic
skills, Georgia sets out to stop the awakening of an immortal vampire
who has the power to destroy the world — and discovers that staying
alive isn’t nearly as dangerous as falling in love.

 

If you like fast-paced paranormal romantic suspense, thrilling heroes,
and sassy, kick-ass heroines then you’ll love the first installment
of the Awakening series by Jane Hinchey.
Buy First Blade to
begin the breathtaking adventure of Georgia and Zak today!
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First Witch
Awakening Series Book 2
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Sometimes being a psychic vampire can, well, suck. And since Georgia was turned
by her sexy hybrid boyfriend Zak, she’s been wallowing in regret.
But when her long absent Aunt turns up on her doorstep, convinced
that Georgia is a witch, she has to pull herself together.


In the meantime, the Witch Hunter has woken and he wants nothing more
than to obliterate every last witch from the planet. Starting with
Georgia and her Aunt. His plan of attack? Take control of Zak’s
body.
Zak not being himself has put a serious crimp in her sex life, but there
are other things to consider, like how to create the mother of all
spells that will immobilize the Hunter – and save a coven of
witches. To find the answers she seeks and recover what she’s lost
will take all of Georgia’s courage and a touch of the power she
feels flowing like electricity through her veins, but she’s up to
the challenge.
First Witch is the second book in Jane Hinchey’s paranormal romantic
suspense series, Awakening. If you like sexy vampires, sultry
witches, and kickass action, you’re going to love First Witch.
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First Blood
Awakening Series Book 3
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Pregnancy isn’t easy when your baby daddy is a crazy overprotective
angel-vampire hybrid and there’s a kidnapper on the
loose.


Georgia Pearce is with child, carrying a baby destined to begin the next
generation of powerful witches. As if a mysterious prophecy and a new
(dysfunctional) family wasn’t enough to deal with, all of Georgia’s
hard work to rebuild her coven is ruined when witches start
vanishing.
Georgia investigates, only to find that the kidnapper has ties to her lover
Zak Goodwin, and is more family than foe. He has big plans to turn
the planet into heaven on earth, though his idea of heaven resembles
hell more than paradise. The only one standing in his way?
Georgia.
As she fights to bring this dark angel down, she dives deeper and deeper
into Zak’s forgotten past. The romance between them sparks and
ignites, only to explode into a fire no one sees coming. Even
Georgia’s powers aren’t enough to stop the evil that seeks to
destroy her and her child. Has her magic finally met its match?

The most suspenseful and shocking book in the Awakening series yet, First
Blood is a hot and sexy urban fantasy full of action, magic,
shifters, and adventure. This paranormal romance by author Jane
Hinchey is certain to leave readers breathless.

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Aussie Author Jane Hinchey writes sexy, snarky, badass, paranormal romances
and urban fantasy novels.


Living in the City of Churches (aka Adelaide, South Australia) with her man,
two cats, and turtle, she spends her days writing fantastical stories
full of dark sexy vampires, hot shifters, sexy aliens, jaw dropping
demons, sinful angels, and magical witches – and while they can be
snarky and swear a lot, they mean well and you’ll grow to love
them. Honestly.
When she’s not in her writing cave she’s usually playing the Sims,
Civilizations or something similar, binge watching Netflix or upping
the ante in the crazy cat lady stakes. She loves to hear from her
readers, so swing on by her website at http://www.janehinchey.com and say
hi.
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Warrior of Fire by Shona Husk – Book Tour + #Giveaway

12/07/17

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WARRIOR OF FIRE
by Shona Husk
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pub Date: 6/20/17
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Is theirs a love match?
For Leira Venn, her future is a given
foretold by the oracle of the Albah, the ancient people she was born
to. Which is why she knows from the moment she meets Dr. Julian Ryder
that he is fated to be hers. But nothing else about the prophecy
feels right. For the handsome doctor is shrouded by darkness, and
intimately involved with a woman who seems intent on killing Leira …
Or a death wish?
Sorrow has shadowed Julian Ryder for as
long as he can remember. But from the moment he meets lovely Leira,
his heart is filled with hope for the future—a future that is as
combustible as the powerful attraction between them. For Leira is
marked for death by the very forces who killed his mother. The very
darkness that stole everything he held most dear. Only this time,
Julian is stronger, more in control of his powers than ever. But will
it be enough to save Leira from those who would destroy her?
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wof- excerpt
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Emily slipped her phone into her pocket. He hadn’t been lying about

leaving the hospital late. She’d watched him walk out the door. She’d spent

a lot of time watching him and not enough doing anything. The times

they were together they got as close as two people could, yet Julian had

managed to keep the rest of his life completely apart from her. She was

pretty sure that no one even knew they were dating.

She sat in her car without starting it. They weren’t really dating

and she shouldn’t be feeling pissed that he’d blown her off. He was a

mark, not her lover.

He was her kill to get her full membership to the Guardians of Adam.

She closed her eyes and leaned over the steering wheel. So why hadn’t

she done it already? She should’ve done it months ago when they first met.

She’d known that he was Albah from the curl of his ears. But he was also

attractive, educated, and nothing like the egotistical magic-using maniacs

her mother had told tales about. She should’ve questioned him and killed

him two weeks ago while the undead horror was alive and killing. Now

the Albanex had vanished and she knew a Guardian hadn’t killed it. The

Albah were probably protecting it. Hiding and feeding it.

She shuddered.

How could Julian, a well-respected doctor and burns specialist, participate

in something like that? Yet it was in his blood to become an undead, blooddrinking

Albanex. She needed to find out where his father lived—which

was harder than it should have been. She’d tried.

There was a tap on her window. Her heart stopped and she almost died.

What a Guardian she was, jumping at a security guard doing his rounds.

She opened her window a crack. “Yes?”

“Just checking you’re all right, miss.” The security guard looked concerned.

Emily softened her features as though she’d seen a dying relative and

sniffed. “Yeah. Just gathering myself before I drive home.”

“Never wise to linger in the car park. Better safe than sorry.” He smiled.

He looked as though he couldn’t run down a thief even if the thief was

carrying a box full of donuts and a coffee to wash them down.

Emily nodded and obediently started her car. When he didn’t move

away, she pulled out of the bay. She needed to get home. It was late, but

no doubt her mother would want a status update.

No change. Nothing to report.

The only excuse she could give for why the Albah was still alive was

that he could lead them to more…and hopefully the Albanex.

She paid for her parking and headed out of the city. She’d go to Julian’s

place and wait to see if he came home tonight at all. That twinge in her

chest was not jealousy.

He didn’t have another lover.

He barely had time for her.

She knew the real reason Julian was still alive was because she did

fancy him just the tiniest bit. And he saved people. Maybe he wasn’t like

the other Albah.

But all Albah could become Albanex. Albanex were the vampires that

humans thought existed only in myth. Albah were more like the elves or

witches, harmless until they did the magic that would make them drink

blood and live forever. The Guardians should’ve wiped them all out 200

years ago instead of calling for a truce; then she wouldn’t be in this position.

Doctor Julian Ryder, for all his good work, was still only one magic

ritual away from becoming an undead monster.

Leira sat quietly on the bathroom floor—it was the safest place for

her to practice, given the abundance of water and the lack of flammable

items. She’d moved the towels well away as an extra precaution. The tiles

were cold under her butt. She’d been sitting here for half an hour with the

unlit candle. She was running out of time if she wanted to get this done

before she had to get to university. While she could light a candle safely,

if she saw something that shocked her… Well, she didn’t want a repeat of

the crisps incident.

Saba would’ve happily done a reading for her if she’d asked, but Leira

wanted to do this herself, and she didn’t want anyone else to know. She

didn’t want Saba to know if everything had gone wrong. And if it had,

how was she going to fix it?

She didn’t know that either.

Which was why she hadn’t lit the candle yet.

Sitting here wasn’t going to change anything. Maybe nothing had changed

and it would all be okay, but she didn’t believe that for a heartbeat. Last

night every time she’d looked at him she could feel the tracks changing

direction, derailing the future she’d been expecting.

She shook out her hands. Maybe she was being overly dramatic, after

all, if it was one of those meant to be things, why hadn’t she felt more

than a tingle? All she’d gotten—once she’d gotten over the shock—was

the same tingle she got when seeing any hot guy.

A smile formed. Julian was hot, and not just because his magic was

fire. And they had agreed to get together to talk magic. And he’d offered

to let her read his dead mother’s diaries, which was probably a great way

to kill any mood.

There’d been no mood in the car, but there had been an undercurrent

of something. She didn’t know what it was or how to deal with it, or him.

She’d expected fireworks and…and something more. She wasn’t sure he’d

felt anything for her except pity, because she couldn’t control her magic,

and then embarrassment because it was pretty damn clear that everyone

in the room thought they needed smooshing together. Saba had promised

not to interfere, but that had been before, when the vision was still true.

Now it wasn’t. They had met and she needed to find out what had changed.

She drew in a breath and then exhaled.

In her mind she saw a circle form around her, in her next breath it became

real. She waited another couple of heartbeats before visualizing the flame.

If she was lighting a candle for the oil burner, she didn’t bother with the

ritual, but this was about her future. She could’ve used a match and not

worried about the magic, but she refused to use matches and lighters. She

had to be able to do this.

Leira pictured the flame in her mind, then pushed it out of her. The

candle lit with a spark and a crackle. She leaned forward and rested her

hands on her chin so she could stare into its blue center. As she did, the

flame expanded. The blue becoming a ball three inches in diameter.

Her concentration remained steady. How many exercises had she done

just on focusing without even using fire? She’d lost count. She could do

this without burning off her eyebrows now.

The blue started swirling as though filled with currents.

Show me the path I am on.

She expected to see the train, Julian—he had a name now—and herself

giving lectures. Her future still steady even if she didn’t know how to get

there. She’d met him; all they had to do was fall in love. When she thought

of him, that feeling was there even though when she was with him it wasn’t.

Was she getting herself muddled by constantly checking and imagining?

No, she knew the difference between the present and the future.

This time Julian didn’t appear in the flame. The currents grew darker

as though made of thick oily smoke. No, it was smoke. And flames. Her

future was nothing but smoke and flames.

No!

She gasped and dropped the circle, batting the ball of fire away. It

bounced off the wall and into the two inches of water she’d put in the bath

in case of emergency, where it then fizzled and went out.

Her heart beat fast. That didn’t make sense. Just because her initial

meeting with Julian had gone wrong didn’t mean her whole life was going

to go up in smoke.

Did it?

Fire was her element. What was she going to do, spontaneously combust?

A nervous laugh slipped past her lips.

She must have projected her own feelings about the situation. Saba was

better at this than she was. Saba was better at everything, except school

grades. That had been the one place she had bested Saba. Leira had worked

hard to be good at something.

What if Saba saw exactly what she had seen? What did it mean?

It couldn’t be death. There were other paths. There were always other

paths. She knew that. All that she had been shown was the path she

was currently on.

Right. She could fix this. She calmed herself. She just had to

find a new path.

The trouble was, how would she know if she was on the same path or

changing direction? She couldn’t check every decision that she made and

sometimes it was the smallest thing that could create the needed ripple.

Last night had been more than a ripple.

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Shona Husk lives in Western Australia
at the edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination
she spent most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she
discovered romance novels and hasn’t looked back. With over forty
published stories, ranging from sensual to scorching, she writes
contemporary, paranormal, fantasy, and sci-fi romance.
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Omega’s Choice by Lilli Carlisle – Book Tour

07/07/17

 

 


Omega’s Choice

The Black Ridge Wolf Pack

Book One

Lilli Carlisle

Genre: PNR, Fantasy Romance
Print Length: 183 pages
Publication Date: May 25, 2017
ASIN: B072BYT7GK
Tagline: Scarred but powerful, Black Ridge Wolf Pack leader Aldric Forst has been selected to mate with an Omega—but first he must protect her from the dark forces that would corrupt her magic.

Book Description:

In a realm of elves, ogres and white witches, where danger is ever-present, Princess Helena Lichtenberg lost her parents at a young age. Raised by her uncle and aunt, Helena values family above all else. Now, as decreed by tradition, it is time to select a mate.

HER ALPHA

Enormous, scarred and scary, Black Ridge Wolf Pack leader Aldric Forst has never drawn the eye of any Omega. Why would he? But, on this, the night of what he swears is his last selection celebration, everything is different. One of those most beautiful, magical and powerful women, the niece of the king and queen themselves, wants him. And Aldric has never wanted anything more in return. No force—no matter how dark, no matter how powerful—will take Helena from him.
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EXCERPT:

Princess Helena
took that moment to turn toward him again. Instantly, his heart raced, his
palms became sweaty, and a nervous excitement rolled around in his stomach,
which he wasn’t entirely sure he liked. After all, he was a feared warrior,
people looked to him for guidance and strength, and now he felt like he was
going to pass out because a gorgeous woman was smiling at him with such joy.
As Amalia spoke
to Helena, the princess’s small omega stone on her forehead glowed, and it was
impossible to miss the waves of happiness coming from her.
“Looks like the
princess is happy you agreed to dance with her, brother.” Godric looked about
ready to burst with excitement. “Should I call home and have the rest of our
party get on the road?”
“No, not yet,
Godric. Let’s see how the evening goes first. Then we can call in
reinforcements.” Aldric didn’t want to get ahead of himself. He refused to be
let down again. “What do you think Lady Amalia meant by she’d waited years?”
“I have no idea,
but I do know the only way you’re going to find out is by asking the princess
herself. Ready to waltz, brother?”
“At least all
mother’s lessons are about to come in handy. What if she expects our normal
life to be like this?” Aldric panicked.
“Okay, now
you’re just looking for problems that aren’t even here yet. Get out there and
sweep that princess off her feet with the alpha you are. Wait until I tell
Cassandra she was right yet again.” Godric had a look of absolute glee at the
prospect of making that call back to the pack.
“Yeah, well, if
Cassandra was right about this, brother, then she also predicted that I would
have to fight for my omega.”
Godric turned to
face Aldric and all humor fled from his expression. “If we have to fight for
your omega, then it’ll damn well be one we win, I can assure you of that. If
this night goes well, I’ll be calling in more warriors as well. They will be
here before the sun rises.” Both Theron and Tofa nodded in agreement, even if
Theron continued to tap away on his tablet.
“We shall see,
Godric. Let’s hope I don’t step on her foot. Then it may be the royal guard we
need to fight.” Aldric laughed as he, Godric, Theron, and Tofa stood and made
their way across the ballroom to stand in front of King Leonidas, Queen
Alexandra, and Princess Helena.
Princess Helena
was simply stunning; her emerald green eyes beamed with happiness as he
approached. Aldric had never felt this level of immediate attraction before in
his lifetime. Helena’s curly blonde hair was pulled away from her face,
showcasing her royal tattoo and tiny vines twisting down her slender neck to
her collarbone. Her smile lit up everyone and everything around her and her green
eyes shone with happiness.
Aldric, Godric,
Theron, and Tofa stood before the king and queen, bowing respectfully and
waiting for King Leonidas to speak. The entire time, Aldric hoped like hell he
didn’t screw this up.
The room had grown
strangely quiet.

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About the Author:

 
Lilli Carlisle lives outside Toronto, Canada. She’s a member of the Romance Writers of America and its chapter, Toronto Romance Writers. Lilli is a mother of two wonderful girls, wife to an amazing man and servant to the pets in her life. She writes both contemporary and paranormal romance and believes love should be celebrated and shared. After all, everybody needs a little romance, excitement, intrigue and passion in their lives. Lilli loves to hear from readers, you can find her here:
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Immortal Love Series by Anna Santos – Book Tour + #Giveaway

07/07/17

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Soul-Mate
The Immortal Love Series Book 1
by Anna Santos
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
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Annabel is a bad-ass hybrid hunter, seeking revenge from the vampire who
killed her parents and put her brother in a coma. Arriving in a new
town with an undercover identity to protect and the mission to find a
pureblood vampire to save her brother’s life, the last thing
Annabel needs is to fall in love with the sexy, persistent werewolf
who thinks she’s a helpless human in need of a knight in shining
armor.


Shane is a dominant werewolf who also happens to be the local sheriff. He
has almost lost hope of finding his better half. So when his
beautiful soul-mate shows up and rogue vampires try to kill her, he
does what any smart wolf would do: he saves her and takes her home,
hoping to convince her that they belong together.
When sparks fly between them, Annabel has to decide if she tells him who
she really is or runs the other way to protect her secrets.
This is Book One in the Immortal Love Series, and it’s also a great
standalone paranormal romance with a HEA. No Cliffhanger. This story
is steamy, sexy, and a page turner.
Book 2&3 already available with a new feisty heroine.
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The Witch and the Vampire King
Immortal Love Series Book 2
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Jessica is a young and powerful witch on a desperate mission to find her
soul-mate—a hot vampire king who haunts her dreams with steamy
memories of their blissful past life. The problem is that he could
already be dead. To complicate matters further, a psychotic vampire
is after her. He wants the grimoire she stole.


For protection, she can only rely on her best friend’s family. When she
arrives at Affinity, she is brought closer to her goal. But
encountering the man of her dreams is only half the battle.
Convincing him that she is his reincarnated love may prove to be next
to impossible.
Some memories should remain hidden. If unlocked, death will claim Jessica
before her enemy. Although, her survival won’t matter if she faces
a rejection that will shatter her very soul.

 

Author’s Note: This is the long awaited book 2 of the Immortal Love Series.
Yet, you don’t need to read Soul-Mate to read this one. Book 3,
Spellbound is already published.
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Spellbound
Immortal Love Series Book 3
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Jessica is on the run, but this time she’s evading her own mate so that she
can secure their happily ever after.


Ruthless and biased vampire Alaric put a bounty on Jessica’s head. She’s
the only one who can break his curse—or so he thinks.
The witch isn’t going to wait for him to make his move. She decides to
take matters into her own hands and cooks up a plan to find his
whereabouts and end his reign of terror. With the help of her
friends, they embark on a dangerous mission to find and kill their
ruthless enemy.
Yet, despite the team’s good intentions, their plan can go seriously
wrong and lives might be lost in the process.
This is book 3 of the Immortal Love Series and the continuation of The
Witch and the Vampire King. You’ll need to read book 2 first before
this one. Book 1 can be read as a standalone. Book 4 coming in 2017
Warning: This book contains violent and sexual situations. Reader’s
discretion is advised.
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Anna Santos is a Bestselling Author in Paranormal Romance.
She likes to write steamy and happily ever after romances with magical
and complex characters. All her books feature clever, witty, and
strong heroines and dominant males who either get what they want or
get what they deserve.


When she isn’t writing, Anna is considering plot twists for her next novel
or delving into the world of her favorite authors. She loves
superheroes, and she’s a geek at heart. She grew up watching Star
Wars and plotting a way to become a Ninja. She has a fascination for
Chinese Kung Fu movies, and cherry blossom flowers.
She also enjoys writing poetry, watching a good movie, and spending time
with her husband and family.
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Soul Reaping by Anne Hope – Book Tour + #Giveaway

03/07/17


Soul Reaping

Dark Souls

Book 4

Anne Hope

Genre: PNR/UF
Date of Publication: July 1, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-9959602-4-4
ASIN: B0723HC6J5
Word Count: 90K
Cover Artist: Rae Monet
Tagline: To save the world he damned, he must sacrifice everyone he loves.

Book Description:

For six millennia, Cal has fought to guard mankind against the evil he unleashed upon it—his offspring, the Nephilim. Now, in order to avert another Great Flood, he must unite the Sacred Four. Problem is, one of these souls once cost him his grace and shattered his all-too-human heart.
Four years ago, Kleio awakened in an unfamiliar body to find her reality completely altered. Her only desire is to see her husband again. When Cal finally comes for her, she believes her prayers have been answered. Until she realizes the Watchers’ leader is nothing like the passionate angel she remembers.
Cal fights his sinful attraction to the woman who led to his fall, aware that for the world to be saved, the Sacred Four must die. But Kleio is determined to make him feel again. For the first time in centuries, he questions his dedication to his mission. When the floodgates open, will he have the strength to sacrifice everyone he loves or will he damn humanity a second time?
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Excerpt-Chapter One

For four years she spoke his name
each night before she drifted off to sleep and each morning when she awoke, but
he never came for her. There was a time when all Kleio had to do was think of
Calliel and he’d appear, a glorious winged warrior with piercing silver eyes
and hair as golden as the sun.
Even when he’d fallen, their
connection hadn’t waned. It had grown stronger.
But now, in this futuristic
world, where light came from glass bulbs and food could be warmed at the touch
of a button, whatever bond had linked them to one another had been severed,
setting her adrift.
So she’d adapted, learned these
people’s tongue, figured out how to operate their strange new-world machines
and live as one among them. They called her Daphne, like the tiny pink and
white flowers that had once bloomed in her courtyard. At first she’d argued
that her name was Kleio. Whenever she did, her new family would give her that
sad, mournful look and a smile meant to pacify, then go right back to calling
her Daphne.
In time, she’d accepted the name
along with her new life, but not a moment went by when she didn’t wonder about
Calliel. What had become of him, of their son, Athanatos? She’d given her soul
to save her boy. Why then was she suddenly free?
She’d spent countless hours
catching up on her history, trying to understand what had transpired in the
past six millennia while she’d slumbered. What she’d learned both fascinated
and horrified her. Her entire civilization’s history had been wiped away, all
the progress her small village had made thanks to the angels erased and
forgotten. Historians called her time period the Neolithic era, neos lithos, the new Stone Age.
How insulting. Her people had
invented farming, weaponry, pottery, sculpting…and yet, according to the great
minds of today, they’d been no better than monkeys, running around swinging
wooden clubs.
She didn’t blame historians for
their faulty assumptions, though. She blamed the heavens. As Calliel had
feared, a Great Flood had come, wiping out most of humanity…and her history
along with it. It had taken thousands of years for mankind to achieve the
progress her small civilization had enjoyed in the so-called Stone Age, all
because the angels had thrown a temper tantrum.
Kleio couldn’t help but wonder,
had the flood wiped out the fallen and their cursed offspring as well?
She couldn’t bear the thought of
existing in a world without Athanatos, without Calliel. And yet here she was,
imprisoned in a home she could never call her own, living with a family who
insisted on addressing her by someone else’s name.
“Daphne, darling, are you ready?”
Joyce shuffled into the living room, a large purse strapped over her shoulder.
“We’ll have to leave soon if we’re going to beat the Christmas rush.”
Christmas, short for
Christ’s mass, meant to celebrate the birth of Christ, yet another pivotal
event she’d slept through. “Sure, Mom. Let’s go.” She’d promised Joyce she’d go
shopping with her, and Kleio wasn’t one to break a promise.
At first, pretending to be Daphne
had been both physically and emotionally draining, but in time it had gotten
easier. Joyce and Theo had taken her in, given her a home, helped her recover
from her injury. The least she could
do to repay them was allow them to believe their daughter had survived the car
crash and her subsequent coma.
They had just pulled the plug on
the machine that was keeping Daphne alive when Kleio had awakened in the
deceased woman’s body. No wonder they’d looked at her as though they’d seen a
ghost.
Kleio pulled on her jacket and
followed Joyce to the car, tightening the scarf around her neck as a light
drizzle began to fall. The probability of a white Christmas in San Francisco
was low, but December was rainy season and considered one of the coldest months
of the year.
Once ensconced in the white Audi,
Joyce gave her a wistful glance. “We used to do this all the time when you were
little. You always begged me to take you to Union Square so you could see the
Christmas tree.” Joyce watched Kleio for a reaction, hoping against hope that a
memory would miraculously unfurl in her mind.
Kleio simply smiled, saddened by
the desperation she caught in the woman’s soulful brown eyes. She understood
better than most the agony of wishing for something that could never be. “We
can pass by and see it, if you like.”
A gleam of pleasure cut through
the pain, and Joyce beamed. “That’s a wonderful idea, darling. Maybe—” She
didn’t finish her sentence.
Then again, she didn’t have to.
Kleio knew exactly what the woman had been about to say.
Maybe
the tree will trigger a memory, the past four years will melt away, and you’ll
be my Daphne again. Then I’ll stop seeing a stranger each time I look at you.
The rain picked up speed,
pummeling the windshield with violent fists. Dark, churning clouds gathered in
the distance, blocking all traces of the sun. Funny, the forecast hadn’t called
for a storm today.
“I’m starting to think this
wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Nonsense.” Joyce kept a firm
grip on the steering wheel as the car coasted forward. “It’s just a little
rain.”
Cars. That had been the greatest
adjustment of all. Who would’ve thought that in the future people would travel
around in steel boxes, catapulting forward at inhuman speed?
When they neared the Golden Gate
Bridge, Kleio gripped the door handle, as though the futile act could protect
her from a two-hundred-foot plunge into San Francisco Bay. The
three-mile long suspended bridge always sent ice chips skittering along her
spine, and today was no exception.
Joyce assumed her fear stemmed
from the car accident Daphne had suffered, and Kleio didn’t bother to correct
the woman’s misconception. What could she say?
I
hail from a time when the only means of transportation were a stubborn mule and
a pair of scuffed sandals. Oh, and let’s not forget the angels.
She’d flown with Calliel a time
or two, before he’d been ruthlessly stripped of his wings. She remembered what
it had felt like to soar thousands of feet from the ground, the world below fading,
becoming a tangled blur of shapes and colors. With his arms fastened around
her, she’d felt safe and ridiculously happy, as though there wasn’t a force in
heaven or hell powerful enough to pry her from his grasp.
She’d been wrong. 
The wind blustered, shaking the
vehicle until it groaned. The bridge seemed to rattle beneath them, and fear
snatched the air from her lungs. “Turn back.”
“I can’t.” Joyce gave her a
sympathetic grin. “We’re almost there. Don’t worry, honey. We’ll be fine.”
No, they wouldn’t. This was no
ordinary storm. Kleio felt it in her bones. Darkness swept over them, cold and
greasy and familiar.
The bay suddenly bubbled. Similar
to a leviathan rising from the depths of the sea, a giant wave surged,
accumulating in mass as the car arrowed forward. Surely, the swell couldn’t
reach two hundred feet in height, could it?
Kleio closed her eyes, uttered
another desperate prayer. “Calliel, where
are you? I need you.”
The darkness thickened, finding
purchase in her soul. With a thunderous whoosh, the wave crested over the
bridge, washing everything from its path. Joyce screamed as she lost control of
the Audi. The sedan flew sideways, sweeping across the blacktop in a graceful
glide reminiscent of Cal’s wings.

 

Then, with an ear-splitting clang,
it breached the metal barriers and plunged, nose-first, into the hungry bay.
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About the Author:
Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart’s incredible ability to heal.
Anne’s passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance. She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.
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A Warlock’s Secret by Tena Stetler – Book Tour + #Giveaway

29/06/17

 

AWarlocksSecrets_w11589_750A Warlock’s Secrets     

Demon’s Witch Series, Book Two

Tena Stetler

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: 6-14-17

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1446-4

ISBN: 978-1-5092-1447-1

Number of pages:  332

Word Count: 83,485

Cover Artist: Kristian Norris

Tagline: In his darkest hours she is dragged into his magical world. If they survive, is she strong enough to heal his heart and tame the warlock?

Book Description:

Years ago a sacred ceremony at the Dragon’s Moon Coven, turned deadly. Son of the high priestess, Tristian Shandie’s life changed forever. With a price on his head and revenge in his heart, he has no choice but to follow in his father’s footsteps to a profession shrouded in secrets. Now his skills as an enforcer for the Demon Overlord are second to none. But dangerous secrets he harbors are a liability he can no longer afford.

A chance meeting with a woman he finds irresistible flips Tristian’s world upside down. Hannah is a cyber security specialist with secrets of her own. Bad boys never appealed to her until Tristian, who changes everything. In his darkest hours she is dragged into his magical world. If they survive, is she strong enough to heal his heart and tame the warlock? Or will their secrets destroy them?

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Excerpt:

He offered his hand to Hannah as she stood, wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her out of the diner. “How about a ride up the coast?”

“Sure as soon as you explain how you held those teens down without touching them.” She smiled up at him knowingly.  “And don’t give me that crap about telling me or killing me.”

A slight grin curved the corners of his mouth. “How about on an as needed basis and you don’t need to know?”

A soft laugh bubbled up from her throat. “If I had to guess, I’d say you’re a warlock with well-honed powers.” She tilted her head up towards his. “Would I be right?”

HIs grin faded replaced with a stormy expression. “Where would you get that absurd idea?  They merely tripped and had trouble getting up. I suggested they stay put until the police showed up.  Simple as that.”

“Right.  Well on that note, I’ll see myself home.” She turned to her car and opened the door.

For a moment, he considered letting her go. Women are more trouble than they’re worth anyway. That’s when the meddling voice of Birch wafted through Tristian’s mind.  She’s moved on, so should you.  Damn faeries anyway. I’m sure he’s using some kind of magic to do this to me.

“Okay, you win. But only if you tell me why you are disguising your magic signature.” He leaned against the car a smirk on his face.

About the Author:

Tena Stetler is a paranormal romance and cozy mystery author with an overAuthor-active imagination.  She wrote her first vampire romance as a tween, to the chagrin of her mother and the delight of her friends. With the Rocky Mountains outside her window, Tena sits at her computer surrounded by a wide array of paranormal creatures telling her their tales. Colorado is her home; shared with her husband of many moons, a brilliant Chow Chow, a spoiled parrot and a forty-year-old box turtle.  Any evening, you can find her curled up in front of a crackling fire with a good book, a mug of hot chocolate and a big bowl of popcorn. Her books tell tales of magical kick-ass women and mystical alpha males that dare to love them.

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