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Rise of the Sea Witch by Stacey Rourke – Release Tour + #Giveaway

20/06/17

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Rise of the Sea Witch
by Stacey Rourke
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
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Details of the sea witch’s banishment have been exaggerated. The body count
that preempted it was not. Once an illustrious princess, her hands
and tentacles were stained with the blood of thousands. No one could
comprehend how the hooks of madness dragged her down from her life of
privilege.
Born Princess Vanessa of Atlantica, the ambitious young royal was one of
two children born to the great King Poseidon. She and her brother,
Triton, were groomed from birth to rule. Yet only one would ascend
that coveted throne. While carefree Triton flits through his training
with a cavalier demeanor and beguiling charm, Vanessa’s hunger for
her father’s acceptance drives her to push herself to the limits of
magic, and combat to become a leader worthy of her people.
When war against the humans ravages their once regal kingdom, political
sides are chosen. Factions from the seven seas challenge the existing
leadership, pitting Vanessa against her brother in a vicious battle
for the crown. Traitors are exposed, dark family secrets revealed,
and a once strong sibling bond is strained to its breaking
point.
Only when the ink black waters from the ultimate betrayal rescind, will
the truth be known of how the villainous sea witch rose with one name
on her vengeful lips–Triton.
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RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a
Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012

Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book
of 2013
Readers’ Favorite Silver Medal Winner for Crane 2015
Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the
chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Reel
Romance Series. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful
daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy
shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of
talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.
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Soul Bound by Jas T. Ward – Book Tour + #Giveaway

16/06/17

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Soul Bound : The Warrior
Soul Bound Series Book 1
by Jas T. Ward
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Releases June 13th, 2017!!
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Death May Be The End…
But Love Doesn’t Give A @&%#.
Murderer…
Jace Camden is haunted by his past. One that has many believing he
got
away with murder. He’s on the run from it, trying to start a new life in
a new
town.
But his past won’t let won’t him escape, and it’s determined
that his future will not long.
Death will demand its due… and his dead wife will make sure that debt is
paid in full.
Kitt Thomas’ life is in a rut, but that changed when she looked into the
sad, haunted eyes, of Jace Camden. Something about his wounded soul
called to her—like a like a whisper of a melody in a mysterious
abyss she should have the sense to ignore.
But his past will make sure Kitt is no more part of Jace’s future than
life is.
Because he’s Soul Bound – and that’s a shackle that can only be broken
by death.
His.
It’s not about the Happily Ever After…
It’s about surviving the read.
*Warning – this book deals with the subject of death, grief in a graphically
realistic and dark manner*
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Kitt head tilted as she narrowed her eyes, and asked, “Want to talk about her?”

Jace turned his gaze to look out over the water and shook his head as his lips pressed into a thin line. She nodded, began walking more and he followed in relief— so grateful in the fact she didn’t push and had the intuition to know he didn’t want her to. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles as they walked in silence, with the sand still warm from the day under their toes. She stopped again and he turned to face her, mentally braced for her to inquire for more—dreaded what it would entail or how he could divert answering.

“How long?”

Jace sighed and closed his eyes before he answered, “Five years.”

She nodded in silence and squeezed his hand as they began moving again. He once more found himself smiling at Kitt’s unobtrusive questions and gentle manner with which she handled the situation. This time he paused their motion and Kitt turned to face him as he asked quietly, “You? Married? Boyfriend?”

She laughed softly and smiled as she shook her head. “No. Well. I’ve had boyfriends, but never married. None stayed around long enough to ask me to do the deed.”

Kitt did a cute “oh” expression at his raised eyebrow partnered with a smirk and clarified herself, “Oh I’ve done that deed. I mean. Oh hell, that was way too much information.” She blushed and he found it absolutely delicious. “Way to go, Kitt. Way. To. Go.” She mumbled and looked down at the sand.

He chuckled as he tugged her back into motion and she closed the distance between them, scuffing her feet in the sand. Now their hands and their arms made contact; the sensation from her touch set Jace at a low burn. Her flesh so warm, soft yet firm and he found himself wondering once again what she tasted like. It sent his mind once again on a path he had not traveled in years and he blocked it off—the draw to her like a flickering flame to his in the dark soul. One he must keep in check and his soul would have to stay where the nightmare of his existence had placed it.

They continued in silence with Jace catching Kitt cutting side glances his way. He hoped he seemed relaxed, and prayed she didn’t try to look deeper. She would see an underlying tension of him preparing for something bad to happen—as it always did. Well, she knew he had lost someone he loved which was bound to make anyone edgy—perhaps she would notch his nerves to that. When they reached a small fishing pier, she pulled on his hand to bring him to a stop once again. He readied himself to answer another one of her gentle questions. But instead, she stepped forward, reached out with a feather light touch and brushed his cheek with her fingertips. Jace frowned in puzzlement as he fought the urge to step away from the gesture. But he relished her warmth as he closed his eyes when she pressed her palm against his cheek and ran her thumb along his temple.

“Why do I feel like you need to be touched?” She said in a hushed whisper. “Why do you seem so sad? What is going on under your surface and why am I so drawn to it?”

Jace swallowed and thought. Please don’t be. He knew that he was like the darkest of riptides and Kitt seemed like such a wonderful person—he would hate for her to be sucked under the surface of his sorrow and drown with him. The guilt would be too great and he could not carry more. “This was a mistake.”

He went to pull away to correct that misstep in judgement but then she cupped his face.  Jace’s eyes slid open to find her looking perplexed and realized she must have thought him strange. He let out a pained sound, continued to move away but she grabbed his arms and stopped him gently. She suddenly needed to learn and try to understand the enigma of Jace Camden—not sure as to why…

 

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“I am the product of several realities making the whole: a troubled
childhood, domestic violence survivor, homeless person, single mother
and a suicide survivor. But in every single one of those realities,
one thing remained true – my imagination.


Reading and writing has always been Ward’s escape. And she wants to continue
to give that to her readers. Known for action, drama, laughter,
darkness and twists you don’t see coming in the same book, Ward is
known for writing books that are diverse, different and
unique.
Born and raised in Texas and spending time living in Kentucky, Ms. Ward
spends her days and nights writing as therapy to handle surviving
domestic violence and loss of love. She is the proud parent of three
very independent grown children and grandmother to three delightful
grandchildren.
She has two furbabies that sit and ponder why their human is talking to
herself late into the night as she writes out colorful and diverse if
not twisted characters and tales.
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Soul Dance Series by Ann Gimpel – Book Tour

08/06/17

Tarnished
Beginnings

SoulDance

BookOne

Ann
Gimpel

Book Description:

Tairin’s wolf is more than just a
dream creature. She hates it, but it’s also her only friend.
1700s Egypt is a haven for
magic-wielders of all kinds. Vampires hold court, staying one step ahead of the
priests and priestesses who want them dead. Gypsy caravans roam the Nile from
north to south and back again, plying their wares, telling fortunes, casting
Tarot cards, and stealing from the gadjos.
Tairin Jabari was born in a
caravan and has always believed she’s Romani. Why wouldn’t she? Her mother and
father never suggested otherwise. The Rom have harsh rules. When Tairin’s first
shift catches her unaware at thirteen, her father disappears, and the elders
move with deadly speed to punish her mother for mating outside the blood.
Hurt, lost, confused, and fearing
for her own life, Tairin runs away, leaving her mother’s smoking funeral pyre
behind. If she could only find her father, he’d welcome her. He’s always loved
her, hasn’t he? Only problem is he’s in a shifter settlement. With her mixed
blood, they won’t welcome her any more warmly than the Romani. It doesn’t take
long before Tairin discovers how desperately unprepared she is for life outside
her protected caravan. With her survival on the line every single day, she and
her wolf have some hard choices to make.
Tarnished
Beginnings, the prequel to the Soul Dance books is only available in the
Magic After Dark Boxed set.
Amazon    BN    Google
Play
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About the Box Set

Journey from the hills of Ireland
to Victorian England, from medieval Italy to eighteenth century Egypt, from the
United States to the sand-baked Middle East and beyond to explore forbidden
magic, meet exotic gypsy lovers, navigate the pitfalls of ancient prophecies,
battle vampires and shifters, and defeat evil sorcerers and hellish demons.

This unique collection, inspired
by the rich and varied history of gypsies from all over the world, contains
over one million words of captivating urban fantasy and paranormal romance
fiction that’s guaranteed to keep you up long after dark.

 

Discover gypsy worlds where
heroes roam and magic reigns with twenty-five brand new works from today’s New
York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors.

 

Each book within this collection
is exclusive to the set and can’t be found anywhere else. Preorder now for a
future filled with romance, mystery, adventure, and magical thrills!

 
*** Contributing Authors ***
New
York Times bestselling author Rebecca Hamilton
USA
Today bestselling author Caryse Locke
New
York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins
USA
Today bestselling author Ann Gimpel
USA
Today bestselling author J.L. Weil
USA
Today bestselling author J.A. Culican
New
York Times bestselling author Tom Shutt
Melle
Amade
USA
Today bestselling author T.F. Walsh
Dean
F. Wilson
Miranda
Hardy
Award-Winning
author D.N. Leo
David
J. Normoyle
Megan
J. Parker
Monica
Leonelle
P.E.
Padilla
Ainsley
Shay
Megan
Linski
Award-Winning
author Julie Morgan
Cait
Reynolds
Chloe
Garner
Paris
Andren
Cate
Farren
Felicia
Starr
Award-Winning
author Nathan Squiers

Tarnished
Legacy

Soul
Dance

Book
Two

Ann
Gimpel

Germany, 1940
Half Romani, Tairin’s no stranger
to hiding her mixed blood from gypsy caravans. What she can’t hide is her
perpetual youth, courtesy of her shifter heritage. Every few years, she drops
out of sight, resurfacing in a new country to join a caravan where no one knows
her. She’s overstayed her welcome where she is, but Germany is at war, and
travel has become all but impossible for everyone targeted by the Reich.
Elliott’s clairvoyance is strong,
even for a Romani. Seer for all the caravans in Germany, he catches Tairin
eavesdropping outside their leader’s wagon one night. He should turn her in,
but it would mean her execution, and he can’t bring himself to do that.
Instead, he interrogates her. Her magic is different, but he can’t figure out
quite what she is.
Any association between Romani
and shifters is forbidden, and Tairin shields herself from Elliott’s probing.
She should leave right now, tonight. It would be easy enough. Shift to her wolf
form and run, keeping out of hunters’ gunsights. She’s on the edge of flight
when Elliott suggests a covert task to prove her loyalty. Tairin agrees
immediately, kicking herself for being weak where he’s concerned. Shifters and
Romani have no future together. Zero. Zilch.
She should be smart about this
and vanish into the night—before he discovers what she is and destroys her.
Ann
Gimpel
     
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Tarnished
Prophecy

Soul Dance

Book Three

Ann
Gimpel

 

Germany, 1940
Magic runs strong in Ilona, a
gypsy seer. Powerful ability isn’t valued in Romani women, so she focuses her
fortunetelling on inconsequential details. Nothing that could come back to
haunt her caravan if a prediction went bad. Rounded up and dumped in Dachau
prison camp, she has plenty of time to rue her decision to downplay her
ability. If she’d taken the time to scry her own future, she’d still be free.
A wolf shifter, Jamal made the
mistake of wedding a Romani woman centuries ago. His arrogance caused both
death and heartache, and he’s been alone ever since. The recent threat of
vampires joining the Third Reich has provided ample reason for shifters and Rom
to lay their ancient enmity aside and work together, but their détente is
fragile.
Jamal and a group of shifters
come across Ilona after her escape from Dachau. Vulnerable, terrified, she’s
fully prepared to fight. Her courage and mettle touch places in him he’d
thought were dead, but she’s Romani. His last relationship ended so badly, the
last thing he needs is to fall for another gypsy woman. He wrestles his
tumbling emotions into submission, but when she trains her enigmatic, gray gaze
on him, his resolve first weakens and then vanishes entirely.
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Gimpel
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About the Author:
Ann
Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a
psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been
stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the
backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not
1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those
in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s
writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag
friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in
her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when
challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company.
Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months
later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a
beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.
Around
that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It
didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve
been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always
been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.
In
addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of
camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke
is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone
else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life
together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids
round out their family.

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Sentinel by L.D. Nash – Spotlight Promo + #Giveaway

03/06/17

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SENTINEL

By: L. D. Nash

Paranormal fantasy/Action-Adventure/Magic Realism/Urban fantasy

80,000 Words

Sometimes amnesia is a demon hunter’s best friend.

 

About the book

Luna Ashwind is the Grigori’s top assassin and her marks are the big, bad uglies that slither out of Hell. She’s worked for the secret society of demon hunters since they found her broken, bleeding and unconscious just four short years ago. They nursed her body back to health but her mind is a different story.

Lucifer’s made good use of his time in Hell. He’s learned of a Heaven-forged talisman with the power to either start or stop the biblical apocalypse without God’s approval. For centuries, he’s sent his best demons topside in search of the three artifacts needed to create this celestial weapon.

Hellhound wrangler Kurbane is topside to capture the angel who stole Cerberus’ key to the Gates of Hell, but when the trail leads him to Luna, he realizes he’d bitten off more than he can chew. Luna is no mere angel – she’s the life or death of all creation.

excerpt

North Roxbury neighborhood, Boston, Massachusetts

While easing through the damp, sour smelling alleyway, Luna halted mid-stride as a black, swirling vortex, roughly the size of a Volvo, shredded the foggy air around her. A rough gust of wind whipped past her, sending trash and other debris scattering around her feet.

When a huge silhouette stepped out of the whirlwind, Luna instantly abandoned her ninja-like tactics and stood in open-mouth shock.

In her four years of training, she’d never heard of demons using teleportation; their life-force was usually directly within the vicinity of where the Watchers sent their soldiers.

Smoky tendrils of smoke inked outward from the center, sending clouds of wispy darkness to pollute the air. After a few moments, the strands slowly receded and their absence revealed the hulking beast. Momentum from the vortex shoved the demon forward, making sure it cleared the swirling chasm. Then it shrank back in on itself as quickly as it appeared.

The demon, which she now recognized from her textbooks as an Arsena – a lesser demon that crawled through Hell on its underbelly, begging for scraps – snarled and gnashed its razor sharp teeth before rushing toward her. A fashionably late entrance coupled with its particular method of travel succeeded in totally throwing Luna off her game. All her training went right out the window.

She was only briefly discombobulated, but long enough for the demon. It rushed past her and its large scaly arm caught her beneath the chin; its momentum and element of surprise clothes-lined her painfully, yet beautifully.

She hit the asphalt back-first, air whooshing from her lungs on an elongated hiss. She gasped and gulped, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as she tried to force sweet air back into her lungs.

I’m sorry, Luna, Barr’s soft voice flitted through their telepathic connection. I failed to see it till it was too late. Her falcon-companion’s intense, guilt-ridden emotions blasted through her mind like a frigid tidal wave, the unexpected intrusion seized her mind and almost fried her brain.

Can you believe a freaking Arsena rode a vortex in and attacked me?!? Luna projected her thoughts and then shut down their mental connection. She focused on keeping well away from the sharp claws and gnashing teeth.

Once she was capable, she drew a complete breath and then quickly rolled back to her feet. She lowered herself into an offensive crouch with hands fisted before her and waited for the demon’s next move.

It swung its huge, slimy, talon-tipped left hand at her. She saw it coming and managed to duck in the nick of time, saving herself from sporting a severed head.

An angry roar shook the ground and the Arsena swung its right arm around from behind its huge body. Luna’s eyes widened in shock when she realized he had a gun and it was aimed it directly at her. Demons never used human weapons.

“Shit,” she hissed and feigned to her right milliseconds before a shot rent the night. Pain exploded in her left shoulder and she crashed to the pavement for the second time in less than five minutes. Her breath, again, whooshed from her body.

She’d never felt so helpless before and was lost as what to do next.

Pain blazed through her system, her blood sizzling in her veins like fresh lava. Inhaling deeply, she pushed herself to her feet, determined to get her ass moving. She’d suffered plenty of wounds during training, but never something this severe. Zeke had stressed the danger of hunting, now she understood his blatant reluctance to send her on her first mission alone.

Luna, get out of there! Barr roared forcefully, shattering the concrete wall Luna had shielding her mind. Depth-less black spots converged in Luna’s mind as a result of Barr re-establishing their mental connection without Luna’s consent.

Luna winced as agonizing heat tore through her head, finding every nerve ending possible. She blinked rapidly in hopes of shaking the side-effects of the falcon’s mind-meld. Her stomach rolled in response, threatening to send her dinner back up.

Barr’s forceful invasion, combined with the gunshot wound, left Luna not only temporarily blind, but also in intense agony. Her body weakened and grew sluggish.

Summoning every ounce of strength she had left, she pushed herself back to her feet and slowly approached the demon. When she was within reach, she shoved him roughly and lurched past him, heading for the alley on the right

The Arsena’s roar only partially registered through the shock flooding her mind. Her main concern wasn’t that she’d been shot by a demon with a human weapon. It was the fact that she ran from a demon to being with; something she’d never believed she’d do.

A warrior at heart, Luna abhorred weakness as much as cowardice. Yet Barr was right. There was no way she’d survive a battle now that she’d been bodily wounded and mentally incapacitated.

Already, the gushing wound leeched her strength too quickly for her liking.

“Zeke’s going to kill me,” Luna declared, her thoughts flashing to her mentor. She’d all but bullied her way into this mission by swearing she’d be safe and now here she was severely wounded. She inhaled deeply and pumped her legs harder, putting as much distance between her and the demon as possible.

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“Have we received word from her?” Sem stormed into the Control room. When Luna failed to check in after a couple hours, he’d grown worried. Allowing for the possibility she ran into unexpected problems, he’d gave her some extra time. Now, it was way passed time for her to have returned.

“No.” Penn shook his head, no hint of emotion in his voice. He wasn’t one to get ruffled over anything unless there was reason to. Penn was all about patience and it was one virtue Sem could do without. When it came to Luna, few of the Watchers had much patience. She was the daughter of a dead friend and it was their responsibility to protect her no matter what. Even if she wasn’t the salvation of them all, Sem would still lay down his immortal soul to protect her.

“When was her last update?” Sem asked and ran long fingers through his narrow strip of purple spikes.

“Twelve a.m. Dispatch received an update.” Penn narrowed his eyes as fingers flew over computer keys. “She’d landed and began her search for the demon.” He turned to spear Sem with ice-blue eyes; worry glazing their surface. “That was over ten hours ago Sem. She should have called by now. It wouldn’t have taken her ten minutes to shred the bastard. Something’s wrong.”

Sem’s blood turned to fire in his veins. The thought of Luna hurt didn’t sit so well with him. “Maybe she lost her phone, have you activated her internal tracker?”

Penn turned back to the computer and more keys clacked noisily. The air suddenly grew very heavy and a malevolent aura cloaked the room. Sem sighed heavily. The last thing he needed right now was the angry man now standing behind him. He felt the fiery blast of anger emanating from the soldier and sighed heavily. They’d barely avoided a blood bath earlier and it was only Luna’s presence that had calmed him.

“We’re looking for her now, Zeke,” Sem warned before the other man could even utter a word. He knew his brother too well. If Zeke had the slightest inkling Luna was in danger, he would be gone in the blink of an eye. No matter that none of them could pinpoint her location; Zeke would blast through the Nether until he found her.

As one of the Watchers with the ability to transport, Zeke was an ever present threat to the group’s anonymity. His emotions, which he denied having on a regular basis, seemed to rule him when it came to Luna.

“You’d better find her or I will,” Zeke threatened and slammed the stainless steel door shut behind him before propping himself against it. With arms and feet crossed, he presented an unmovable roadblock. His silent challenge blasted into the air, engulfing the room in an almost malevolent fog.

“There’s no signal,” Penn murmured. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

A loud crash preceded the slamming of the Control room door. When Sem turned, Zeke was gone and a hole marred his formerly pristine door.

“Dammit, I just had that door replaced,” Sem cursed. “Keep looking Penn, I’ll go with Zeke to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone he shouldn’t. Send the area coordinates to me; maybe we can search until something pops up.”

Penn nodded, his floppy blonde hair bouncing.

“Sure thing boss,” he called.

As Sem raced down the hall toward the weapon’s room, he recalled the night Luna literally came crashing into their lives and hoped with every fiber of his being that she was alright. Injured, he could handle, but if she were dead, they were all fucked.

He slid to a halt when Zeke emerged, armed to the teeth, sporting a murderous glint in his eyes. It was moments like this, that made Sem grateful that Zeke was on his side. The warrior made a formidable enemy and Heaven help anything that dared harm Luna.

about the author

Me

S.D. Nash was born, raised and still lives in the northern piney woods of Louisiana. She doesn’t have alligators in her front yard and she isn’t surrounded by swamps. She loves trekking the lush woods surrounding her home in search of buried treasures of times long past. Old, abandoned homesteads and barns are her favorite places to explore. She has a very rich imagination and loves all things unexplainable and supernatural.

 

She’s obsessed with the television series Supernatural and has recently developed a deep interest in AMC’S Preacher, SYFY’S Wynonna Earp and Doctor Who. Her favorite quote is by an unknown author: It’s only impossible until it’s done.

 

Her writing career began later than she’d wanted, but as with all things, it has begun. You can find all her titles on Amazon and select ones on Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Scribd, Apple and Smashwords. You can find her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and her blog by clicking the links below:

Amazon Buy link: http://amzn.to/2rAFFnM

www.facebook.com/authorldnash

www.twitter.com/authorldnash

www.ldnashauthor.blogspot.com

www.pinterest.com/lesliedawnnash

 

Giveaway

Two E-copies of Sentinel are up for grabs. To enter all you need to do is share this post on Twitter, tag in the author (@authorldnash) and two randomly selected winners will receive either a mobi or pdf copy.  The author will contact the winners directly.

Other titles by L. D. Nash:

The Lost Outlaws

Six Guns & Garter Belts (Book 1)

Celestial Keys

Sentinel (Book 1)

The Last Keeper (Book 2) – Coming Soon

 

Stand Alone Novels

Trinity

Southern Fangs

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Moira Ashe: Enemy Within by Brendon Bertram – Book Promo + #Giveaway

27/05/17

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Moira Ashe: Enemy Within

by Brendon Bertram

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Word count: 26521

About the Book

Moira Ashe: Enemy Within is the first book in a new series and the first book I have ever written. Moira Ashe is a monster hunter set in a fictional world in a 16th-century setting. After being tasked with hunting a beastly killer, Moira must also protect the life of a foreign man looking for a solution to lycanthrope. Searching for the beast’s identity by day and facing the beast during the night. Moira fights to expose the creature’s identity while keeping her own secret hidden.

 

The book is only available on Amazon as an e-book for 2.99USD. It is also available for free with Kindle Unlimited.

 

Excerpt from Chapter 6

 

As the beast got closer, Moira slowly began squeezing the trigger as it approached. Something wasn’t right. The beast seemed to home in on the duo, its nose twitched as if searching for them. Lincoln became scared, was it truly oblivious to their presence or was it feigning being so. The answer became clear, as the beast turned its body as Moira fired her weapon.

The sound of thunder tore through the night as the weapon discharged, sending a dozen small balls speeding towards the beast. But instead of colliding head on, into the creature’s head and chest, most punched into the creature’s left shoulder and back while the rest missed completely.

The werewolf was thrown sideways, the flesh on its shoulder was mangled as blood seeped from its wounds. The beast regained its footing and glared at its attackers, while Lincoln stared in disbelief as the creature’s wounds already began to start healing.

Moira slung her blunderbuss over her shoulder as she said one word.

“Run.”

 

About the Author

Brendon_Bertram

 

As a self-published author, who recently found a passion for storytelling, I am hoping that I can translate this passion into a career for myself. My passion was born from reading fan theories. I found the concept of hidden stories incredibly interesting, and I hope to incorporate those elements into my own works. I have a very varied array of ideas for books ranging from fantasy and sci-fi, to more profound literature, that I hope to release in the future. Fan theories and art are always appreciated.

 

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Giveaway

When I commissioned the creation of the cover I also ordered for the production for a limited number of posters. I will be giving away 5 of these to the first five people to send me a message on Facebook asking for one. The poster is 11 X 17 inches.

 

Links:

Facebook page: Brendon Bertram’s Facebook page

Link to purchase book on Amazon: Moira Ashe: Enemy Within on Amazon

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When Darkness Falls by Ellen Chauvet – Book Tour + #Giveaway

26/25/17

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When Darkness Falls
The First Vampire Redemption Story
by Ellen Chauvet
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Lexie Miles, a southern belle living her dream life in Paris, is devastated
when her best friend Emma is brutally raped and murdered by vampires.
From that moment Lexie’s “perfect world” begins to crumble. She
discovers her entire life has been a sham and everyone she cares
about has been lying to her. Angry doesn’t begin to describe her
reaction to the news.


Plunged into a two-thousand year old war between good and evil, she is
propelled into a world of blood, lust and dark secrets. She must
embrace her birthright to fight an ancient threat to humanity.
Bequeathed with the dubious gift of being the “Chosen One,” Lexie
meets the enigmatic Etienne Benoit. She falls hard for him and when
he betrays her, she vows to get revenge. After all, she is a vampire
executioner and killing vampire is what she does.
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Chapter 1 – Lexie Miles

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Lexie sat waiting for her best friend Emma Gunther to join her at their favorite French bistro, the Boeuf sur la Toit, off the Champs Elysees. Emma had been away for two weeks and Lexie was looking forward to their reunion.

Her thoughts drifted to the latest vampire novel Emma had given her to read. It contained hot, juicy sex scenes. Her gaze settled on a handsome man who had entered the restaurant. His wool coat outlined broad shoulders and chest, and tapered to a slim waist and hips. Dark eyes caught hers for a moment before shifting on. He sauntered to a single table radiating sex and passion. Lexie’s imagination took over. In her fantasy he was a vampire and she was his lover. She undressed him and heat rose in her groin as she pictured him naked. Lost in her fantasy, she jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.

“Earth to Lexie,” Emma’s familiar voice intruded.

“Shit you scared the be-jesus out of me.” Lexie rose and hugged her friend, then stood back. “Darlin’ I’m so happy you’re back,” she said slipping comfortably into her native Atlanta drawl. The accent she had to clip when speaking French or the Parisian’s would look at her with disdain.

“It’s good to be back,” Emma said, removing her coat before sitting at their table. Emma was tall, had long brown hair which she pulled back in a severe bun and thick glasses. They worked together as translators for the United Nations and their friendship had flourished over the past three years. Emma was the science translator as well as a chemist and math whizz. They were a strange combination: a pretty Southern belle from Georgia and a stodgy but brilliant German fraulein, but the friendship worked. Rather than going home to Atlanta, Lexie had spent summer vacations at the Gunther’s cottage in the Taunus Mountains, and Christmas holidays with Emma and her father in Frankfurt.

Too cold in late November to sit outside, Lexie and Emma enjoyed the warmth and coziness of the restaurant as they waited for their meals.

“What were you thinking about when I came in?” Emma said. “You were a million miles away.”

Lexie felt her cheeks redden and dipped her head to avoid Emma’s stare. “I was thinkin’ about some stuff at work. How was your trip?” Lexie steered the conversation to a safer topic.

“It was good. Saw some friends from university and had a good visit with my father.”

Lexie noticed that Emma’s response was vague, and wondered what she wasn’t saying. Before she could ask, the waiter arrived with their food. They ate in silence, the awkwardness between them increasing.

Puzzled by her friend’s reticence, Lexie leaned back and said, “How come the subject of men and vampires hasn‘t come up yet?”

“You always make fun of me when I talk about vampires,” Emma replied. “And as for men…” she left the statement hanging. Lexie did think that Emma’s fascination with the undead was odd so she steered the conversation toward men.

Lexie felt a twinge of remorse that Emma was reluctant to mention vampires around her, so she chose to bring a bit of humor to the conversation.

“We’re not spring chickens anymore,” Lexie said.

“Don’t be silly, we’re only 29.” Emma replied. “Besides, you tried a committed relationship, and we both know how that went.”

“Don’t remind me,” Lexie said as Justin’s handsome face flashed through her mind. “I still get my panties in a wad when I think of findin’ him with that bitch. That still hurts.”

“Ach, let’s not rehash that one again.” Just like Lexie’s drawl, Emma’s German accent was always more evident when it was just the two of them.

“At least I have one to rehash. How much longer are you gonna to pine over Tom?”

“That’s not fair.”

Lexie could see the hurt in her friend’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I just get frustrated that you waste your time longin’ for our unapproachable boss.” The truth was Lexie also had a little crush on their brawny, Daniel Craig like English boss. But of the two of them, she had the role of being the one who was worldly about men, and she enjoyed that. Since the disaster with Justin, she had shied away from any long term relationships. One night stands were exciting and safe. Never mind that they left her feeling empty and lonely.

Emma smiled at her. “I know you worry about me. Maybe my destiny is to find a ’good’ vampire like in the books we’ve been reading. Then I could live a life of adventure and hot, juicy, passionate sex.” Emma purred.

“Girl they are just myths. Besides, I don’t believe in good and evil.” Lexie usually saw Emma’s eyes twinkling in amusement through her thick glasses at their ongoing debate.

But this time Emma’s eyes held no sparkle and she said with a serious tone. “All myths have some truth in the background.”

“I guess everyone needs to believe in somethin’.” Lexie said. Especially when you’re a mousy nerd. She experienced a twinge of guilt at her unkind thought. Lexie loved Emma like a sister and her attempts to improve her appearance came from a place of caring.

“Hon you are barkin’ up the wrong tree if you think I’ll ever believe vampires are real.  There isn’t any ‘truth’ in the background. Although I must admit, I enjoy the erotica. The scenes give me wonderful ideas for my own flings.” She winked at her friend. “C’mon let’s get out of here and go for a walk.”

Even Lexie noticed that male heads turned to ogle her as she exited. She and Emma walked the Champs Elysees, wandering in and out of the fashionable stores that were still open.

“This would look wonderful on you,” Lexie said. She held up a deep purple sweater for Emma’s approval. Lexie felt it was her mission in life to break Em out of her dowdy wardrobe.

“It would look better on you.” Emma replied. “This is more my style.” She held up a mustard yellow sweater and Lexie cringed at the sight.

“The color is awful. It makes you look dead. Will you at least try this purple one on?

Emma took the sweater and slipped it over her head. Lexie smiled. It was stunning and brought out Em’s chocolate brown eyes.

It’s too….bright.” Emma said and yanked the sweater off.

“I love it on you.”

Emma regarded the sweater and Lexie could sense that she wavered.

“Won’t you at least give it a try?”

“I don’t know….I have plenty of clothes.”

“C’mon hon, it’s sexy.”

“I never think of myself that way.”

Lexie grabbed Emma’s arm and pulled her in front one of the store mirrors. “Hold it up in front of you.”

“Does it really make me look sexy?” Lexie could tell the idea of sexy appealed to her.

“Absofrigginlutely, you have to have it.” Lexie smiled to herself as Emma walked to the cashier and paid for the item.

Will wonders never cease?

They stepped back out on the boulevard and Lexie linked arms with Emma as they walked. In soft whispers they commented on the men that they passed on the street. It was their usual game of imagining whether or not certain ones could be good vampires or bad vampires and then laughed at their silliness.

Lexie pointed to a couple approaching. “Now he’s someone I could take to bed in a heartbeat,” she whispered into Emma’s ear.

They were passing the Cartier store and Emma grabbed her arm and pulled.

“Look at that diamond necklace. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?”

“I guess so.” Lexie stumbled after her.

Startled by Emma’s sudden interest in the incredibly expensive item in the window, Lexie started to say something when Emma tensed holding her arm so tight it hurt.

“Em, you’re hurtin’ me.” She tugged at her friend’s grip but Emma held on tighter. “What’s going on with you? The necklace is gorgeous, and way out of our price range.”

Lexie felt a presence behind her. Her scalp prickled and her heart rate accelerated. She scratched her head wondering if she’d picked up lice. The scratching didn’t help.

“Oui, that is a most delightful piece,” said a tinkling female voice with a heavy French accent. “It would look stunning on you.”

Lexie turned and the petite young woman who had spoken was too gorgeous for words. Her hair was blond almost white in the soft light of the Cartier window. Blue eyes twinkled from her heart shaped face. Her skin was translucent and flawless. The woman extended her hand and as Lexie shook it she noticed delicate blue veins on the back.

“My name is Marielle,” she said. “And this is my husband Francois.”

Lexie looked up into eyes so dark brown they appeared black. High cheekbones that any model would kill for were framed by lustrous brown hair. His broad chest and shoulders filled out the suede jacket he wore, and tight fitting designer jeans revealed a slim waist and long legs.

So young to be married.

“Enchanté” Lexie replied taking the man’s outstretched hand. “Je m’apelle Lexie.” Again her scalp prickled. It was annoying.

She looked at Emma who still clutched her arm. Emma stared at the couple in a way that was not friendly but as if she knew these strangers.

“Do y’all know each other?” Lexie asked puzzled by Emma’s demeanor.

“Ah no, mademoiselle.” Francois spoke for the first time and reached out his hand toward Emma.

Emma released the death grip she had on Lexie’s arm. In slow motion Emma raised her hand and when Lexie looked into her eyes the pupils were dilated and fixed. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Lexie could see that Francois had captured Emma’s eyes with his own and the intensity of his gaze reminded Lexie of a hypnotist.

How odd.

“This is my friend Emma.” Lexie was pleased to introduce her friend but for the first time felt the male attention was being stolen by Emma.

Francois raised Emma’s hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. When he released it, it hung in the air like some disembodied prosthetic. Before Lexie could say anything, Francois turned to Lexie.

“We were just passing by and noticed you admiring the necklace. We were both struck by your good looks and Marielle couldn’t resist saying hello. Are you perhaps a fashion model?”

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you both and no, I am not a fashion model. But thank you kindly for the compliment,” Lexie replied, her ego soothed.

“C’mon, we need to go,” Emma said. “It’s getting late and I have a lot to do tomorrow.”

Rude much? “It was nice meeting you both,” Lexie said.

“It was our pleasure mademoiselle,” Francois replied. “Perhaps we will bump into each other again soon.” He smiled at Emma and Lexie noticed that the smile never reached his eyes.

“I would enjoy that,” Emma responded and then blushed to her roots. “We need to go.” Emma hustled Lexie to the curb. She waved her arm to hail a cab.

“Em, what are you doing? You just live a few blocks away, and I can take the train to Montmartre.” Emma didn’t respond, and as a cab pulled alongside, she jerked open the door and climbed in.

“Get in,” she demanded. Lexie hesitated. Emma reached out and yanked Lexie’s arm and she stumbled into the cab.

“Em, what’s wrong with you? You’re acting very strange.”

“There was just something about that couple that I didn’t trust. Especially the woman. They just – how do you say it in English ‘bugged me’.

“But, honey, what’s with the cab? Aren’t we going to the Bus Palladium for dancing?”

“I’m too tired to go dancing tonight.” Emma replied. “Besides I want to make sure that you get home safe.”

Still puzzled at her friend’s strange behavior, Lexie sat quietly for several minutes hoping she would explain further. When she didn’t, she decided to change the topic.

“Are we getting together tomorrow?

“Not tomorrow,” Emma replied.

“We could go shopping at the Gallerie Lafayette and Printemps. Have a late lunch at Café du Margot and finalize our plans for Christmas. It’ll be here before you know it.”

“I have some things I need to take care of. But I will call you on Sunday morning and we can get together then, okay?”

“Sounds good. Don’t forget my Mom arrives in the afternoon.” Lexie said wondering what things Emma needed to take care of. On occasion her friend could be aloof.

“I haven’t forgotten. I’m looking forward to meeting her.” The cab pulled up in front of Lexie’s apartment. She was surprised when Emma leaned over and grabbed her arm.

“Be careful, Paris is not as safe as you think. Lock your door and check your windows.”

“I promise I’ll be careful,” Lexie replied. “Are you sure you’re okay?

“I’m fine. I’ll talk to you Sunday.”

Lexie waved as the taxi pulled away from the curb. Emma’s eyes stared at her, but she didn’t wave back. So strange. She entered her apartment unable to shake off the sense of unease brought on by Emma’s behavior.

Large by Paris standards, Lexie’s home reflected her eclectic taste. Deep red drapes covered the French doors that led to her balcony, and the pieces of furniture she’d acquired were ultra-modern in design. She took a moment to review her to do list in preparation for her mother’s visit. Most of them were ticked off. She would clean the next day.

In contrast to the rest of the apartment, her bedroom was romantic with wooden shutters painted a robin’s egg blue, a bedspread to match and big fluffy pillows tossed casually about. Her bed was wrought iron with gauzy soft blue drapes. Lexie changed into her pajamas and her eyes locked on to the most recent vampire book she was reading. Her thoughts returned to Emma and the discomfort she’d experienced earlier returned. She picked up the phone to call her then smiled at her concern. I’ll worry about that tomorrow.

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Ellen Chauvet lives in Vancouver, British Columbia. Her love for reading
and writing developed at an early age and she wrote several short
stories and plays which were lost over the years. In 2003 a friend
introduced her to “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, and Ellen was
fascinated by the idea of good and evil vampires. She particularly
loves Anne Rice, Charlaine Harris and Laurell K. Hamilton. ‘When
Darkness Falls’ if the first in a series of books called ‘The Vampire
Redemption Series’ and is adult fiction.
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The Knight by Victoria Danann – Pre-Release Tour + #Giveaway

28/04/17

 


The Knight
R. Caine High School
Book Two
Victoria Danann
Genre: YA Paranormal, Teen
Publisher: 7th House Publishing,
Imprint of Andromeda LLC
Date of Publication: April 26, 2017
ASIN: B06W5QZ81Q
Number of pages: 268
Word Count:  63,000
Cover Artist: Victoria Danann
Tagline: The gods are playing games with their own children on the most treacherous terrain in the universe… high school.
Book Description:
“FIVE STARS for one of the most peculiar high school experiences of all time!”  – The World is Hers for the Reading
New York Times bestselling author, Victoria Danann dishes up a stunning new teen/young adult series like nothing else.
Jean Marre’s recent life has been one big surprise right after another. First his family moved to SoCal from a remote French Canadian town. Then he began feeling a strange compulsion to watch over a smart little blonde named Ever Moore. In fact he found himself restless, distracted, and uncomfortable if she wasn’t around.
Before there was time to adjust to any of that, he was informed that his parents were going to South Africa for a few months and leaving him with his mother’s friend, who happened to be Ever’s mother.
Life just couldn’t get stranger.
Or could it?
Find out why readers are calling #rcainehs funny, fast paced, and fabulous with flair.
If you haven’t already read the introduction, The Game Begins, get it on Amazon and start reading today.
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Excerpt:
Jean Marre
folded himself into the front passenger seat of Ever’s car to ride to school.
For the entire fifteen minutes it took to get there, neither said one word to
the other. That did not, however, mean that they didn’t dork with each other
all the way there.
 Jean Marre’s opening shot was to change her
satellite radio to a different channel. Hair Band Nation. She gaped at him for
a full four seconds when her eyes should have been on the road before punching
the number one button to return to Sounds of the SuperNow. He stared at her
blankly for a matching four seconds then, without taking his gaze away from her
or changing expression, reached over and pushed the button to return to “last
played”. Hair Band Nation.
After three more
volleys, Ever turned the radio off with a snarl. When Jean Marre started to
reach for it, she gave him a look that froze his had midair. He withdrew the
offending appendage, but the challenge Ever offered with her look brought a
gleam of amusement to his eyes. 
He did not touch
the radio again.
Instead he
rolled down his window which, of course, threatened to make a beachy wreck of
her hair. She rolled it back up. He rolled it down. She rolled it back up and,
with a sneer of victory, pushed the child lock into place before he could do it
again. His bark of laughter surprised her and, if she was being perfectly
honest, pleased her.
She was not
being perfectly honest. He had a nice laugh, but she was not ready to give him
any concession.
She pulled into
her assigned parking space, which was located in the remotest region of
Mongolia because she was a sophomore, got out, and started walking without
looking back. It was a hike, but at least she could bring a car, unlike
freshmen.
Halfway there
she looked over her shoulder. Jean Marre was about twenty feet behind her.
“Don’t worry about me.” He grinned. “I like the view from here.”
Understanding
the implication, Ever sped up, which made Jean Marre laugh loud enough for her
to hear. The boy seemed to revel in being exasperating. That realization caused
Ever to think she needed to reform her approach to Jean Marre. Perhaps she
needed to think in terms of opposite world, since everything she did rendered
the reverse of a desired effect.
She stopped, got
control of her breathing, waited for him to catch up and fell in at the same
pace. She would never admit that they were walking together. Only that they
were moving toward the same place at the same time at the same speed. Together.
When he said,
“Excellent choice,” she knew she’d been manipulated. By a boy who didn’t even
want to go to college. It was vexing, to say the least.
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About the Author:
Victoria Danann is the New York Times bestselling author of eighteen romances. For the past four years in a row, Victoria’s Knights of Black Swan series have won prestigious Reviewers’ Choice Awards for both BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES and PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL OF THE YEAR. This past year three of her series and three of her novels were nominated. Two of her series took the top two places and two of her books took first and second place in the PNR Novel of the Year category.
In addition to vampire hunting knights, Victoria writes other paranormal romance, scifi, fantasy, contemporary bikers, and teen.
The rich characterizations come from being a lifelong student of behavior, casually, and a serious student of behavior academically. She has also studied comparative religion, myths, and Dark Ages history.
Victoria lives in The Woodlands, Texas with her husband and a very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.
Victoria co-hosts the popular ROMANCE BETWEEN THE PAGES podcast which can be found on itunes http://apple.co/2fhRrOE or at → www.romancecast.com  
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