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Poison my Pretty by Amity Allen – Release day Blitz

16/02/17

 

 
Poison My Pretty
Amity Allen
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Date of Publication: February 16, 2017
ASIN: B01MYNTAE8
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Rachel Olson at No Sweat Graphics
Book Description:
As soon as Poppy Parker turns 21, the star of a popular TV show about witch detectives discovers she has supernatural powers off the set as well as on. When the show is canceled, she returns home to figure out how to harness the magic brewing inside her.
Freaked out by these recent paranormal gifts, Poppy just wants to fit in, so when she’s asked to serve as a judge for the annual Bloomin’ Belles youth beauty competition she readily agrees.
But when the pageant’s snooty director drops dead and Poppy’s friend is arrested,
the former TV sleuth sets out to uncover the real killer, only to find…
the business of beauty can be deadly.

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Excerpt:

Skylar’s twin
sister Mads called while I was driving to the convention center. “Are you
really going over there? I can’t believe they’re going to continue this
pageant.”
“So you heard
about the murder?”
“Yeah. Skylar
told me last night when she got home. It’s awful.”
“Yes, but you
know how it is. The show must go on! Surely you can’t be that surprised.” I was
only beginning to understand the importance of these competitions to their
participants, and I could picture pageant moms dragging their glitzed-up
toddlers over the dead bodies of fallen competitors. The way zombies climbed
over each other to get to the top of the pile in movies—only prettier.
“Are they sure
it was a murder? She didn’t just have a heart attack or something?” I could
hear the anxiety creeping into Mads’ voice, and I didn’t blame her. Our little
town was supposed to be safe. Murders didn’t happen here. That was the sort of
thing that happened in the city across the bridge, not in our sleepy little
bedroom community.

 

“That’s what
they said, Mads, but I don’t think you need to worry. If it was a murder, you
can bet it was personal. Certainly not the doin’s of a mad man or a serial
killer. If Heather Morgan was murdered, it was by somebody who knew her and had
something to gain from her death. This was no a random act of violence.”

About the Author:

Amity grew up reading every mystery she could get her hands on, burning through everything by Agatha Christie in record time and wanting to be Nancy Drew when she grew up. After writing books in other genres for the past few years, she’s finally come home to her true love – cozy mysteries.
Amity and her husband live in L.A. (lower Alabama) with a houseful of teenagers and a half dozen pets. Besides books, Amity’s favorite things are football, needlepoint, fried shrimp, and sweet tea.
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The Girl at the Bar by Nicholas Nash – Book Tour + #Giveaway

15/02/17

The Girl at the Bar
By Nicholas Nash
Genre: Thriller, Suspense, Mystery
Rebecca, a brilliant cancer researcher, disappears after a one-night stand
with a neurotic man with a questionable past.
Her sudden disappearance in the midst of a high-stakes quest to cure
cancer between two rival billionaires sets into motion an
inexplicable chain of events as the bodies start to pile up.
No one knows why she disappeared. The race to find answers ensnares
everyone around her, one of whom is a deeply disturbed psychopath
lurking in the shadows.
Is Rebecca still alive? What happened to her? Who did it? And why?
Questions about her vex everyone looking for answers. No one can be
trusted and no one is above suspicion…

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Nicholas Nash is the exciting new author of The Girl At The Bar, a
psychological thriller about the mysterious disappearance of a
brilliant cancer researcher and the quest to find what happened to
her. Nicholas resides in the concrete jungle of Manhattan in New York
City with his wife and three children and enjoys every moment of it.
An accomplished finance professional, he has a passion for reading
fiction and non-fiction books which inspired him to write an
intriguing thriller. Nicholas hopes you enjoy his work.
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Chameleon by Zoe Kalo – Release Day Blitz

15/02/17

 

Chameleon
Zoe Kalo
Genre: YA Gothic/Multicultural
Date of Publication: February 15, 2017
Number of pages: 230
Word Count: 55,000
Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Designs
Book Description:
An isolated convent, a supernatural presence, a dark secret…
17-year-old Paloma only wanted to hold a séance to contact her dead father. She never thought she would be kicked out of school and end up in an isolated convent. Now, all she wants is to be left alone. But slowly, she develops a bond with a group of girls: kind-hearted Maria, insolent Silvy, pathological liar Adelita, and their charismatic leader Rubia.
When, yet again, Paloma holds a séance in the hope of contacting her father, she awakens an entity that has been dormant for years. And then, the body count begins. Someone doesn’t want the secret out…
Are the ghost and Paloma’s suspicions real—or only part of her growing paranoia and delusions?

Excerpt:

I cannot clearly say how I had
entered
the wood; I was so full of sleep
just at
the point where I abandoned the
true path.
–Dante Alighieri, Inferno 1.
11-12
Puerto Rico, 1973
Oak trees dripping with Spanish
moss embraced us from both sides, but not enough to shield us from the prison
that would be my home for the next seven months. The high stone walls and
neo-Gothic bell tower loomed over us as my stepfather drove his Mercedes
through the spiked iron gates and into the sloping, curving driveway.
A spider of dread crawled up my
back. Prison indeed.
I couldn’t believe it had come to
this. The way things had blown out of proportion. I’d only wanted to contact my
dead father. Ask his forgiveness.
            My
mother reached for my hand from the front seat without turning around to look
at me. I stared at her perfectly polished red nails and the glittery square cut
emerald on her ring finger. Her fingers flicked, silently pleading for my
attention, but I was frozen inside. Her hand retreated.
I stared at the convent, my eyes
studying the pointed arched windows, the worn, age-blackened stones. The place
looked haunted. Perfect for my state of mind. What was my mother thinking?
Something moved behind one of the
windows. A face. For an instant my pulse raced at the sheer paleness of it, at
the two dark holes that made up its eyes.
“What are you looking at?” Sara,
my six-year-old half sister, asked.
I pointed. “A girl.”
She followed my line of vision.
“Where?”
“There. High up. In the window.”
            She
dipped her head so she could have a better look. “I don’t see anything.”
            I
felt a shiver, but not from the cold. It’s white. It’s watching us.
            Then
the car moved too close to the building, and the face vanished from view. 
            “Is
this your new school, Paloma?” Sara asked.
            I
nodded. Sara was the child, female version of my stepfather. Her bottomless dark
eyes, framed by velvety lashes, stared at me with misery. “I don’t like it,”
she whispered, grabbing my hand.
            “It’ll
be okay,” I whispered back, and gave her hand a little squeeze.
            “You
promise?”
            “I
promise.”
            “Well,
here we are,” Domenico said in his strong Castilian accent, stopping the car in
front of the entrance. He climbed out and opened the door for my mother. Then
he proceeded to take out my suitcases from the trunk.
            My
mother was silent. She stepped out like a wooden mannequin, her eyes shimmery
with unshed tears.
            I
climbed out, followed by Sara, the gravel crunching under our shoes. The early
morning air was cool and a blanket of mist still lingered—not surprising, since
the convent was on the outskirts of El Yunque, the island’s rain forest. More
Spanish moss hung from the oak trees and rippled in the breeze like long,
shivering memories. I could smell the dew on the leaves and the rich perfume of
moist earth, redolent of open graves.
            I
glanced at the ominous clouds. “Beautiful morning.”
An ongoing distant hum resonated
all around us. One, two beats passed, before it struck me: Waterfall.
Something within me shut down—or
exploded, I couldn’t be sure.
I shut my eyes for a second,
wiping out memories of chilled water searing my lungs.
            I
repeated the eighth multiplication table in my head. This always helped.
“After you,” Domenico said,
interrupting my thoughts. 
I wanted to loathe him. Tried to,
anyway. I could see what my mother saw in him: a powerfully charismatic,
handsome man with the infinite skill to make people do his bidding. My mother,
with her small delicate features and petite frame, looked invisible beside him.
A mere spectre. But that was just a façade. I knew better.
            The
big oak door opened and a nun clad in black habit and a wimple came down the
steps to greet us.
            Sara
wrapped her arms around my waist. Her gesture both comforted me and heightened
my anxiety. Nuns in habit made me think of great black birds. 
            “Bienvenidos,”
the nun said. Like my stepfather, she also had a Castilian accent. “I’m Madre
Estela and I’m second in charge to Madre Superiora. You must be Señor and
Señora de Aznar.”
            They
exchanged small talk. Madre Estela sounded polite enough, but she didn’t offer
to shake hands with my parents, which I found strange. Maybe nuns weren’t
allowed to shake hands. I wouldn’t be surprised. I noticed the wedding band on
her ring finger. Married to God. Absurd.
            “You
must be Paloma,” she said tonelessly. 
            “Yes,”
I said. Wasn’t it obvious? I didn’t know what else to say.
            The
cross on her chest caught my attention. It had a crucified Christ on it and I
noticed the thorns cutting Christ’s forehead, the little drops of blood
glistening on His fragile body.
            “Welcome
to our school, Paloma.” Her critical gaze scrutinized my makeup, my tight
jeans. “I’ve heard much about you.”
I didn’t miss the hint of cold
disapproval in her voice. I wasn’t sure how much my parents had complained
about my behavior, but considering I had been kicked out—well, actually, kindly
asked to leave—from my previous school in the middle of October, it couldn’t be
good.
            “Are
you ready to resume your senior year of high school?” Stress on resume.
            “I
can’t wait,” I said. There was no point in being nice—or pretending to be. That
just wasn’t me. I felt miserable and couldn’t hide it. Besides, I could tell
from our short exchange that she’d made up her mind not to like me long before
meeting me, and I had the sinking feeling that no matter what I said or did,
her opinion wouldn’t change. I had already been stamped in her Inquisition
book, tagged a criminal. 
            Madre
Estela’s stony eyes moved to Sara. My little sister’s arms clutched my waist
even tighter. From the nun’s expression, I could tell she was wondering if I
had infected Sara with whatever plague ailed me. She dismissed us and turned
back to my mother and stepfather. “Madre Superiora is expecting you in her
office.  Let’s not keep her waiting.
Don’t concern yourselves with the suitcases. Someone will come for them
shortly.”
            They
thanked her and followed her up the steps.
            “I
don’t want to go in,” Sara said.
“It’ll be okay,” I said. I
glanced at the window. I wanted to see the pale face again. But there was
nothing.
            A
drop of rain hit my cheek and I wiped it off. Then I held Sara’s hand and
together we walked up the steps and through the arched doorway.
I felt my throat closing up.
            Seven
months.
Seven months wasn’t that long,
was it? Besides, Thanksgiving break was just around the corner. Six weeks, to
be exact. I had already marked my calendar. I couldn’t wait. I would go through
the motions, no need to make friends that I’d never see again. When you get
close to people, you end up getting hurt.

About the Author:

A certified bookworm and ailurophile, Zoe Kalo has always been obsessed with books and reading. Reading led to writing—compulsively. No surprise that at 16, she wrote her first novel, which her classmates read and passed around secretly. The pleasure of writing and sharing her fantasy worlds has stayed with her, so now she wants to pass her stories to you with no secrecy—but with lots of mystery. She lives amongst cats and books in Belgium, and is the author of the Cult of the Cat young adult fantasy series and the Retribution novella series for adults.
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Legion Series by K.C. Finn – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/02/17

Legion Lost
By K.C. Finn
Genre: Dystopian
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One Underground girl escapes from a soldiers’ raid. Lost and above
ground for the very first time, she has only one option to secure her
survival: the Legion—a government organization for teenagers with
no place left to run. Leave your identity at the gate, and join a
life of military service until you reach adulthood. It sounds ideal,
but the Underground girl knows that the System won’t stop looking
for its female runaway. So, she tells a lie about her gender.
And it will change her forever.
Posing as Raja, a boy-soldier, the Underground girl is thrown into Legion
life at its full, brutal speed. Here, she meets Senior Commander
Briggs, whose savage authority reigns over the teenage soldiers.
Amongst them are a band of oddballs known as the South Tower Rejects,
led by Stirling, a tall, savvy stranger with bright copper hair and
eyes that shine like oceans. There’s something hiding behind his
cocky smile, and Raja wants to know what it is.
lg-excerpt

“Little boy, if you think I’m not going to notice how incompetent you are, just because you’re next to her, then think again.”

He thinks I’m cowardly now too—a very promising sign. When the commander runs through the process of how to load our automatic guns, I ask him to stop and repeat even the simplest parts of the instructions. I can see the strain in his steely eyes, like he’s resisting the urge to just get up and smack me for interrupting him. On the outside, the others are still looking at me like I’m defective in some way, but, on the inside, I’m starting to enjoy winding Briggs up by playing the fool.

We have limited time to practise setting up the guns in our pairs. The bruised girl is surprisingly good at locking the pieces into the right places, and I learn more from watching her than I did from Briggs’s brisk display.

“What’s your name?” I ask her, once I’m sure the commander is busy helping someone else.

“Lucrece,” she replies.

I am taken aback by the broken quality to her voice. She sounds as though someone has forced her to gargle with glass.

“I’m Raja,” I tell her, and she lets that little smile slip out again.

“You’re all right, Raja,” Lucrece says. “The first friendly-looking face I’ve seen around here. Pity friendly isn’t in Briggs’s assessment criteria.”

Lucrece is a remarkably intelligent girl. Though her hands shake with nerves, she understands the mechanics of the gun far better than I do, and she explains the principles of distance, perception, and air resistance with confidence. From her, I learn that the guns have two settings: single shot and continuous fire. She finds the switch to change between the modes with ease. It pleases me to know that she has so much skill, but a little part of me is sad when I realise that she won’t be coming to the South Tower with me after all. Once today is over, we might never speak to one another again.

“Time’s up,” Briggs snarls. “You, you, and you, with me up here.”

Lucrece is one of the three people that Briggs’s pointing finger finds. She hands me her gun and stumbles nervously to the commander’s side with the two tall boys the commander has picked. Briggs uncovers something huge and lumpy from beside the gun stores, throwing it at Lucrece. She misses the catch as the heavy object thumps her hard in the chest, but when she manages to lift it again, the object takes shape. It is a thick, padded jacket, which appears to be full of small, frayed holes.

“Put these on,” Briggs barks, handing a jacket to each of the boys too, “and go and stand in front of the targets.”

He can’t be doing what I think he’s doing, and yet I watch in horror as Lucrece pads up and walks a few metres away. She heads toward the spiral-shaped targets that I’d assumed we would be aiming at. Briggs gives the three teens a shout when he’s satisfied with their distance, then turns back to us with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Set your weapons to fire single shots,” he instructs. “Let’s make some holes in those dummies, recruits.”

They aren’t dummies. They’re people. Real people. My fellow soldiers are adjusting their guns, but I can’t stand to even touch mine now.

“What if we miss, sir?” I interject. “We could kill them.”

Briggs leans close to my face, his bared teeth glowing white against his dark lips.

“You’d better not miss then, had you son?” he purrs.

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The heart-wrenching sequel to Kindle Press’s LEGION LOST has arrived. As
our heroine Raja suffers with intense grief, her new identity as a
Highland rebel soldier is about to be put to the test. As part of an
intrepid rescue mission, she and her fellow Highlanders will travel
south to infiltrate the System itself, discovering the fresh horrors
that Governor Prudell has subjected her people to. Death, destruction
and all-out war awaits, and nothing can prepare them for the terror
of the truth.
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“Whoa,” says a voice near the doorway to the chamber.

It takes me a moment to break the glare that Sun and I are sharing, but the sight of Goddie and Apryl is a welcome relief when I spot them entering the room. Apryl has a small bag of provisions which she hands me, and I sling it over my shoulder as my gaze rests on Goddie. He’s looking me over, his mouth open a little.

“I know. Don’t say it,” I tell him. “I look ridiculous.”

“No,” Goddie says gently. “I mean… ya don’t look like you, dat’s for sure. But ya look… good. Okay.”

“Wow,” Apryl adds dryly. “That was charming. You’re just full of backhanded compliments today.”

“I,” Goddie begins at once, wincing at me apologetically. “No, I don’t mean dat, I mean… Oh hell, ya know what I mean, right?”

“Seldom if ever,” I tell him.

But really, I do know. I must look different, so radically different from normal. And yet this is how I was supposed to turn out, I presume. Mumma’s little girl. Long hair and dresses. Pretty as a picture.

“So long as it gets me in and out unnoticed,” I add quickly, feeling the redness in my cheeks. “As soon as we know where Dad is, we can make a move.”

“Kip’s waiting for you on the surface,” Apryl tells me with a nod. “He’s going to tail you both back to the walls in case there’s any trouble. But I want you to take this.”

She reaches into her pocket, then forces something small and cold into my hand. It’s a brooch, apparently made of gold, and it has a black stone set in the centre that glistens a little strangely. The circular piece of jewellery has a pin on the back for it to be secured on clothing. When I don’t do anything with the brooch except stare at it, Apryl huffs and then takes it back. I watch her pinning it to one side of my dress, a little to the right of my heart.

“What’s that?” Sun asks sharply, eyeing the brooch.

“A camera,” Apryl explains. “Delilah and I rigged it up back at the base. Direct feed back to our computers and tablets here.”

“We’ll see everything you do,” Delilah adds.

When I glance towards her, I realise she’s looking directly at Sun Lin. Sun, for her part, seems to pale a little at the eyes on her, but soon she shrugs the comment off in that haughty way of hers.

“Enjoy the show,” she says with a curling smile.

 

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K.C. Finn was born and raised in Cardiff, South Wales, where her love
for storytelling grew at a precociously young age. After developing
the medical condition M.E. / C.F.S., Kim turned to writing to escape
the pressures of disabled living, only to become hooked on the
incredible world of publishing.
Kim spends most of her time locked in the writing cave with an obscenely
large mug of tea. When not writing, she can be found pursuing her PhD
in Linguistics, watching classic British comedy, or concocting evil
schemes in the secret laboratory in her attic.

 

 

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Demon Hunting with a Sexy Ex by Lexi George – Cover Reveal

14/02/17

 
by Lexi George
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pub Date: 9/19/2017
THIS WITCH IS ON FIRE
Cassandra Ferguson McKenna, aka the
Witch of Devil River, has only one thing to say to her demon-hunting
ex: We are never ever getting back together. Sure, Duncan Dalvhani
may be the hottest thing this side of the Mason-Dixon line. He’s
got a body to die for—which is hard to ignore when he skinny dips
in her river every day—and swears he loves her. But as a demon
hunter, Duncan is the sworn enemy of a demonoid sorceress like
Cassandra. Give him another chance to break her heart? Witch, please.
But when Cassandra is attacked by a werewolf, Duncan not only comes
to her rescue, he helps her take on a band of magic-drunk
moonshiners, fire-breathing demons, shifty shapeshifters, and a pet
Sasquatch named Sugar. Welcome to Alabama. But when a portal opens up
for even more hellaciousness, Cassandra has to admit that Duncan is
slowly opening her heart—to a whole new world of unearthly delights
. . .
Lexi George is an appellate attorney by
day, but by night she writes laugh-out-loud paranormal romance. She
is a member of RWA, and loves to hear from readers.
 
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Bound by Jen Colly – Book Tour + #Giveaway

14/02/17

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Bound
The Cities Below
Book Two
Jen Colly

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Kensington/Lyrical

Date of Publication: January 31, 2016

ISBN: 9781516101474
ASIN: B01FBZXSES

Number of pages: 200

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

Book Description:

The streets are a battleground for humans, vampires, and demons alike—where survival is a skill, love is a weapon, and the most dangerous act is to care for another . . .

Keir is an assassin devoted to Lady Arianne, the last of her royal bloodline. He is sworn to protect her, and that means eliminating any threat to her life. But while on a mission, he is set upon by a pack of demons, barely escaping with his life.

Cleopatra lives by a set of rules so rigid she no longer knows her true self. But her kind and loving nature resurfaces when she finds a man, bloodied and dying. Moved to help him, she risks her future and her life to save a stranger far below her aristocratic station.

Their attraction to each other is as powerful as it is forbidden. But even as their love grows, Keir keeps his true identity a secret—and this lie is not the only threat to their love . . . or their lives.

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Excerpt:

Cleopatra was utterly trapped. She longed to close her eyes and block him out, but fear of the unknown kept them wide open. The man had no weapon, couldn’t possibly mean to harm her. Except, would he really need a weapon? She couldn’t fight him, wouldn’t even know where to begin.
He studied her closely, and when his head tilted slightly, she noticed every bit of his focus fixated on her neck. Not a murderer. He wanted to mark her, to bite her neck, leave the wound to heal and forever bind her to him. This was why daughters of the aristocracy were kept under a tight watch. The mark, unbreakable and indisputable, would give this man access to her family’s wealth and prestige, and bind her to him until death.
He reached for her, head descending to her neck. Cleopatra quickly covered his target with both hands. Tears gathered in her eyes, sorrow distorted her voice. “I don’t want this. Please, don’t hurt me.”
The man rocked back as if she’d smacked him, and for the first time since he’d appeared, he looked at her face. His eyes met hers and didn’t look away as he brought his hand to her cheek and brushed away a tear. He saw her, truly saw her, and the adoration in his eyes sent a completely different shimmy down her spine.
In one step, he crowded her, pressing his cheek against hers. “Could never hurt you. My angel,” his captivating voice crooned, so close to her ear. He drew in a deep breath, his face buried in her hair. Then he whispered, “My Cleo.”
She gasped. The shortened version of her name on his lips sounded strangely intimate, as though he’d known her for years. The warmth rolling off his body kept her intensely aware of his close proximity, and she held her breath, waiting for his next move to prove his intent. He didn’t bite her, didn’t hurt her, and the sincere affection in his gentle touch left her so very confused. Any other man would have bitten her, taken advantage of the opportunity laid before him. But this man? His intent to bite her had been unmistakable, and he’d stopped because he…cared for her? She didn’t understand.
His hand slipped from her face, dropped to his side, and he staggered back, moving as if through a dream. He still watched her, but he swayed, that intense focus suddenly gone. The man crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud.
Dragging in a long, shaky breath, she blinked away tears she’d been staring through. A few more deep breaths, and she allowed herself to really look at him. He lay on his side, knees slightly curled, motionless. Something was wrong with him. People didn’t just fall over.
Gripping the railing, which had swiftly become her personal anchor, she pointed her foot and gingerly nudged his arm. When he didn’t move, she put more force behind the kick. Cleopatra jumped as his hand fell away from his ribs, thumping onto the floor. Blood coated his fingers.
He was bleeding? She’d missed the injury completely. The saturated, glistening spot had been hidden under his hand and camouflaged by his black button-up shirt. He’d been so close and she hadn’t… She glanced down at herself. Blood streaked across her pale blue gown, more evidence of his severe injury.
The elevator doors slid open. Oh God, if someone were to see them together in this state, what would they think? What would happen to her, or to him? Her heart hammered, panic flooding through her as she peeked out into the main corridor of Sterling.
The white, gold-trimmed corridor stretched on, empty. The elevator doors slid shut, and there it would stay, unless called. She might not have much time. Peering down at the unconscious man, she tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.
She’d mistaken his intent. He’d needed sustenance badly, and now he bled out, dying at her feet. Because of who she was, he refused to harm her, to take from her. How did he have the willpower to block his instincts from taking over, to stop from feeding?
Whoever he was, she had to save him. She dropped to her knees and pushed away any lingering fear under her newfound resolve. Tugging his shirt from his dark jeans, she searched for the injury. In the midst of his blood-slicked skin, the wound gaped open between his ribs. It looked like he’d been slashed, the nasty gash a result of being on the wrong end of a knife. Just a guess. She had no experience with this sort of villainy.
Her hand flew to her mouth. The murderer running loose in Galbraith used a knife. Could this man be yet another victim?
“Can you hear me? What happened to you? Who did this?” She awkwardly patted his whiskered cheek. His eyes fluttered open, then shut again.
“Balinese is safe.” His voice trembled, his words slurred without support from his shallow breath. “Paris. Demons.”
Cleopatra’s fingers fumbled as she pulled away his shirt collar. Several teeth-like gouges in his shredded skin oozed blood near his collarbone. Demons. They’d almost made a meal of him, and he was a bloody mess, but the real danger came from that knife wound. It looked deep, and if he’d been damaged internally and lost too much blood, he might not survive.
He needed blood now. She bit her wrist and pressed it against his mouth. His lips didn’t part, and his body refused to respond. A rivulet of blood slid down his cheek. He’d die if she didn’t fight for him.

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About the Author:

Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires.

She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, one big fluffy dog, and four rescued cats.

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Help Wanted by Allison B. Hanson – Cover Reveal

13/02/17

 
by Allison B. Hanson
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pub Date:9/12/2017

Who said mixing work and pleasure
was a bad idea?
For Kenley Carmichael, getting fired
for sleeping with the boss’s husband is almost funny—at 28, she’s
still a virgin. Not that her now ex-boss would believe it—Kenley’s
got the face and figure to attract plenty of men, even if she’s
never found the right one. A job at New Haven Custom Boats is a
chance to start fresh and learn a whole new skill set. Trouble is,
she can’t stop wishing her incredibly hot new boss would introduce
her to some decidedly un-businesslike pleasure . . .
Zane Jackson needs a new assistant, but
when his pregnant sister hires her replacement, she chooses a girl
who reminds him of the kind who broke his heart in high school. Zane
might not be that shy boy anymore, but sweet, sexy Kenley makes him
feel every bit as awkward as he did then—and even hungrier to kiss
her. She’s the perfect woman for the job—but he wants her to be
so much more.
Interoffice dating can only lead to
trouble—unless it leads to true love . . .
Allison B. Hanson lives near Hershey,
Pennsylvania. Her novels include women’s fiction, paranormal,
sci-fi, fantasy, and mystery suspense. She enjoys candy immensely, as
well as long motorcycle rides and reading.