Meet Aydarr A Badari Warrior from Bestseller @vscotttheauthor’s Brand New Release! #books


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I’m Aydarr, the alpha or leader of my pack of Badari genetically engineered warriors. We were created by a race of alien scientists to be deployed as super soldiers against the humans in the Sectors. I’m in the eighth generation of Badari and I never had any hope of being able to save my people and escape the labs until I met human Jill Garrison. The new book from Veronica Scott tells our story and is the first in the series describing our tale of battle against our mutual enemies.

 

What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Time spent with Jill – we have so few chances to be together without the pressure of decisions to be made for my pack and the other kidnapped human colonists. We’re engaged in a war against the alien enemies and there’s very little downtime.

 

What is your greatest fear?

I have no fears for myself, but I’d be terrified of Jill falling into the Khagrish hands again. As you’ll find out in the book, she commits acts that make her someone they’d very much like to have revenge on.

 

What is your current state of mind?

As I mentioned above, thanks to Jill, I’m hopeful my people can defeat the Khagrish, our enemies, and live freely someday as other beings do. I’m determined to gain the ultimate victory.

 

On what occasion do you lie?

I lie to the Khagrish scientists on any occasion where I can get away with it. They’re cruel and believe my people are less than human because we were engineered in the Khagrish labs, so I owe them nothing, much less the truth. I have to protect my Badari packmates.

 

What do you most dislike about your appearance?

I have talons and fangs I can deploy, which are a result of the Khagrish experiments with combining DNA from many species. They’re useful weapons of course but also visible reminders that neither I nor any of my people are ‘natural’. Jill says they fascinate her – she’s not the least bit scared of me or my men.

 

Which living person do you most despise?

Dr. Gahzhing, the chief Khagrish scientist. He had power of life or death over me, my pack and Jill, as well as all the rest of the kidnapped humans. He had no mercy and no sense of right and wrong.

 

What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Jill Garrison, the human woman that the Khagrish kidnapped from her colony and brought to their laboratory planet. We met purely by accident and I bless the day she was placed in the vicinity of my pack. She’s brave, smart and loyal. And not afraid to go toe to toe with me if she disagrees about something!

 

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

I wish we Badari weren’t Khagrish creations but as Jill constantly tells me, we’re as ‘human’ as she is in all the ways that matter. We’re men, we have honor and souls and we deserve to live in peace. Someday!

 

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

Keeping as many of my Badari packmates alive as I could, despite the never ending Khagrish experiments.

 

What is your most marked characteristic?

As the Badari alpha, I’m dominant to all the others and must be obeyed when I give an order. There is no one who can challenge me successfully, although some have thought about trying it.

 

What do you most value in your friends?

Loyalty and honesty.

 

 

Title AYDARR (A BADARI WARRIOR SCIFI ROMANCE NOVEL): SECTORS NEW ALLIES SERIES BOOK ONE 

Author  Veronica Scott

Genre SciFi Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Jill Garrison, a maintenance tech at the Sectors Amarcae 7 colony, goes to sleep one night as usual only to wake up in her nightgown stranded in the middle of a forest on an unknown world. There’s no time to think as she’s stalked by carnivorous predators and rescued by genetically engineered warriors calling themselves the Badari. Turns out they and she, along with her whole colony, are now prisoners of the Khagrish, a ruthless race of alien scientists. Working for enemies of the Sectors, the Khagrish have created the Badari to be super soldiers.

 

Aydarr, the Badari alpha, isn’t sure he can trust Jill but his attraction to her is undeniable. He impulsively claims her as his mate to prevent her death at the hands of the Khagrish.

 

Can he continue to protect her from the experiments already underway?  Will his claiming her put his pack in jeopardy from their alien masters?

 

As Jill searches for a way to rescue her fellow humans and get them all to safety, she finds herself falling for Aydarr, despite the secrets he’s keeping. She has a few of her own.

 

The situation becomes dire when Aydarr and his pack are sent offplanet on a mission, leaving Jill unprotected, prey for the senior scientist. Can she escape the experiments he has in mind for her? Will she be able to thwart the Khagrish plans and liberate humans and Badari alike? How will she and Aydarr reunite?

 

Excerpt – (Jill meets the Khagrish scientists for the first time)

“Are those the Khagrish?” she asked Aydarr as she walked next to him, away from the hill and toward the waiting group.

 

“Yes. Don’t be fooled by their pretty appearance,” he said. “A more cruel and unprincipled race of beings never existed, as my people know to their cost. Stay close to me.”

 

“I consider myself duly warned.” Heart beating faster, she walked next to Aydarr.

 

The Badari came to a stop ten feet away from the waiting Khagrish, taking a position on a black line painted on the surface of the patio extending from the building. Aydarr took his place at the head of the formation, drawing Jill to stand between him and Mateer.

 

The woman appeared to be in charge. “You idiots,” she said to her two underlings, while the guards stood unmoving, their weapons now aimed at the line of Badari.

 

Jill blinked. The Khagrish scientist wasn’t speaking Basic, but her language was apparently close enough to something Jill had been hypno implanted with during her military days that the translator implant was able to make sense of the words. Lots of weird things rattling around in my brain, thanks to the Special Forces. The Sectors military liked to implant enhancements into their soldiers and nothing ever got removed. She wondered if Aydarr and his men understood Khagrish, but now wasn’t the time to ask.

 

Gesturing at Jill, the woman said, “The Sectors humans are not for this experiment. They weren’t brought here to be mixed into other, already established protocols. What the untranslatable is she doing in the Preserve? Mingling with the animals?”

 

One of the two men fidgeted. “We were bored. The animals don’t do anything new. We thought it would be amusing… um, scientifically enlightening to introduce a new factor into their playtime.”

 

“And there were so many humans delivered, we figured no one would miss one.” The other glared at Jill. She fought off the desire to take a defensive stand, keeping herself loosely at attention the way her companions stood. Was the entire population of my colony kidnapped? Her heart beat faster with dread, realizing her sisters, her friends and colleagues were held captive in the massive building, maybe already being experimented on.

 

“And you expected the Badari to do…what with her?” The female was contemptuous. And pissed, Jill concluded. “Fight over her? Tear her to bits? Assault her?”

 

The man evidently didn’t read emotions as well as Jill did. He nodded eagerly as if expecting praise for his enterprise, his ridiculous crest of hair bobbing. “Exactly. Any or all of those possibilities.”

 

“We were ready to take notes,” the other added. “We had the recorders running.”

 

Without warning the woman slapped him hard. “So you were hoping to make credits on the black market.”

 

Holding his cheek, on his knees, the tech cringed. “We’d have cut you in on the deal.”

 

“We made a huge balance on the vid of two of the animals fighting to the death, after we jacked them up on the right drugs,” the female scientist said thoughtfully. “The question is timing, you fools. Anything like this has to be done while the boss is away so the traces can be sufficiently covered up.”

 

Jill calculated her odds of reaching one of the guards and grabbing a weapon. The situation was getting worse and worse. She barely controlled her involuntary startle when Aydarr touched her hand ever so lightly with his fingers. She wished she could look at him as he linked his fingers with hers. Was he telling her to wait? To go for it? Trying to reassure her?

 

The woman paced from one side of the pavement to the other. “You’re lucky the director of the lab isn’t here right now. We can probably get away with destroying the human, as you said, there were so many delivered, losing one shouldn’t matter. We can’t put her back, since she has to be considered contaminated now for any new experiment. But we’ll have to delete all evidence of her presence. We can think about how to do this safely at a later date.”

 

“Won’t the animals talk about it?” The tech gestured at the Badari as he rose to his feet.

 

The scientist strutted right up to Aydarr, staring him in the face. Although the alpha towered over her, he lowered his gaze to meet her challenge. “Not if they’re properly incentivized.” She tapped him on the chest with one long finger. “801 here cares more about keeping his pack alive than he does about one random human.”

 

Buy Links

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Aydarr-Badari-Warriors-Romance-Sectors-ebook/dp/B0785JRRJ9/?tag=verscoblo-20

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1321064034

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/aydarr

B&N https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/aydarr-veronica-scott/1127582348?ean=2940158604485

Google https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Veronica_Scott_Aydarr?id=vUhBDwAAQBAJ

 

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Author Biography

USA Today Best Selling Author

 

“SciFi Encounters” columnist for the USA Today Happy Ever After blog

 

Veronica Scott grew up in a house with a library as its heart. Dad loved science fiction, Mom loved ancient history and Veronica thought there needed to be more romance in everything. When she ran out of books to read, she started writing her own stories.

 

Seven time winner of the SFR Galaxy Award, as well as a National Excellence in Romance Fiction Award, Veronica is also the proud recipient of a NASA Exceptional Service Medal relating to her former day job, not her romances!

 

She was honored to read the part of Star Trek Crew Member in the audiobook production of Harlan Ellison’s “The City On the Edge of Forever.”

 

Social Media Links

Blog: https://veronicascott.wordpress.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/vscotttheauthor

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Veronica-Scott/177217415659637?ref=hl

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Happy Release Day to… N. N. Light’s Book of Daily Inspiration #books #motivation #IARTG


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We’re so excited to announce our inspirational/motivational thought book is out in the world! Every release day is special for us but this one means so much more. It’s a compilation of 365 inspiring thoughts taken from this very blog. With over 500 pages of motivation, it’s a steal for only $4.99 USD. Also available in paperback which would make an incredible gift this holiday season. 

 

NNL Book of Daily Inspiration

 

Title: N. N. Light’s Book of Daily Inspiration

Author: N. N. Light

Genre: Inspirational, Motivational, Self-Improvement, Personal Growth

 

Book Blurb:

“Spread the Light and inspire others to do the same.” — N. N. Light

In 2013, we wrote a mission statement and started the Princess of the Light (POTL) blog. We wanted to test a theory. Could one person (or in our case, one couple) use uplifting words to create change?

The answer is a resounding yes! People from all over the world responded to our short inspirational thoughts of the day, and our following grew. What started out as a few people promoting kindness and goodwill turned into a movement. In every city, there are Light-Bearers making a difference and we want you to join us.

Everyone needs inspiration. It doesn’t matter what spiritual belief you hold dear, you have the Light inside you. Kindness, compassion, empathy, encouragement are all attributes of the Light. In this book, you’ll find a ninety second inspirational thought for each day of the year. You’ll be inspiring people to spread the Light daily with our collection of inspirational thoughts. From giving of yourself to simply smiling, these are easy concepts for anyone to apply!

 

Release Week Giveaway:

In honor of our new release, we’re giving away an Amazon gift card plus two N. N. Light books. Enter here:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/92db77508/? 

 

Open Internationally and runs from 11/21/17 through 11/30/17

 

The winners are: Alana F., Sara Z. and Daisy. They’ve been contacted via email. 

 

Thank you everyone for entering. You made our release week spectacular. 

 

 

Buy Links:

Free to read on Kindle Unlimited for the first 90 days!

 

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/N-Lights-Book-Daily-Inspiration-ebook/dp/B076XT4YF5

 

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/N-Lights-Book-Daily-Inspiration-ebook/dp/B076XT4YF5

 

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/N-Lights-Book-Daily-Inspiration-ebook/dp/B076XT4YF5

 

Goodreads  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35519629-n-n-light-s-book-of-daily-inspiration

 

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Author Biography:

N.N. Light is the award-winning husband-wife writing team, commonly known as Mr. N and Mrs. N.

Mrs. N. has been creating stories ever since she was little. Her grandfather remembers when she was two years old, she would stand at the top of the stairs and tell him a story filled with emotion (and in a language foreign to him) with her hands on her hips. Let’s just say she was a born storyteller.

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They’re blissfully happy and loves all things chocolate, books, music, movies, art, sports, trains, history, cooking and baking. Their mantra is to spread the Light.

Most of the time you can find them on Twitter or getting new ideas on how to spread the Light on Pinterest. They’re a proud member of ASMSG and Independent Author Network.

In addition to being authors, they’re also book promoters/reviewers, social media marketers/influencers and the owners of N. N. Light Author Promotions. They both love books, have ever since they were young. Matching up books and readers is something that gives them great pleasure.

 

Social Media Links:

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Newsletter: http://ow.ly/jWec308TabL 

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#AuthorInterview: Meet @PeterPerrin44 and His Upcoming Release #romance #FridayReads #books


Author Interview

 

I love meeting authors, especially from all over the world. I met Peter through a friend and when he told me about his upcoming release, Grace’s Turmoil, I knew I had to interview him. He’s lived such a fascinating life and now can add published author to his many accomplishments. Sit down and join us for a chat. Take it away, Peter:

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

The names, especially of the main characters, are highly important. Firstly, I research names appropriate to the year/period the book is set in and the nationality of the character. Then I look at the character profile and character interview I have created and try to visualise the character. And, then I derive a shortlist of names and from that road test a final name on my wife.

 

What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Beyond any shadow of doubt it is writing my debut novel, Grace’s Turmoil, and getting it published. This is because I have never done any serious writing before or read even one romance novel. Oh, and not to mention that I’m getting my very first novel accepted at the age of seventy-three having only submitted this one book to a single publisher.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

There’s no doubt in my mind that I am by nature a pantster. I started Grace’s Turmoil with only the vaguest concept and no plot. The manuscript came together initially as little more than a series of conversations, linked by a small amount of narrative. Sadly, as the book developed, I found I had to delete or seriously rewrite a huge amount of the content as it ran into dead ends or failed to make sense. Because of all this, the book probably took at least twice as long to write as it should have done. Although I’m sure I’ll never be a fully- fledged planner I intend to do things differently in subsequent books.

 

 

Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

That’s easy. It would be Erotica. I wouldn’t feel comfortable writing about graphic sex, let alone having to discuss it with others who critique my work.

 

Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

Yes, but technically I have two, for different reasons. For uninterrupted peace and quiet and access to the internet, my files for research, and my laptop, it must be my home office. But, for scribbling notes and conceiving ideas I can’t beat sitting by a lake while fishing for carp. If I’m having a quiet day fishing I can get my creative juices going without being distracted by such things as an overwhelming desire to play my online multiplayer game or pretend I am Lara Croft on my PlayStation 4.

 

Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Yes. Sex scenes are hard for me to write. Maybe I’m not emotive enough or perhaps I’m too old-fashioned and prudish. Given that for the foreseeable future my main characters (and most minor characters) will be over sixty it would be hard for me to feel comfortable or credible writing strong sex scenes. So, much of the sex written about in my books will be hinted at or described minimally and as tastefully as possible.

 

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Yes. ‘Grace’s Turmoil’ is my debut novel, but it is being published as Book 1 of a series entitled ‘Not Too Old for Love’. The plan being to write primarily about the characters who share The Grange Retirement Village with Grace and Alfred in this novel.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m not great at multi-tasking so I’ve not done much formal writing over the past few months while editing and proofing has been going on. But I have scribbled quite a few snatches of dialogue, fragments of scenes, and random ideas in a notebook. So, I have at least got something to kickstart Book Two of the planned series. And I know who will be the main characters for Book Three, and have had requests for certain characters in this book to get their own books. It’s conceivable that what started off as a one-off book, to see if I could write one at my age, has the potential to stretch to between three and five books.

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I’ve never been much of a drinker, even in my days in the Royal Air Force (RAF). And nowadays I’m pretty much teetotal, and my hero in ‘Grace’s Turmoil’ has a real bee in his bonnet about heavy drinking.

I’ve smoked a little over the years, mostly in my days in the RAF. But even there I was more of a social smoker than a serious one, even in the social clubs or sergeants mess. Sadly, despite the small amount of smoking I ever did the effects of passive smoking caught up with me a few years ago. And, although I managed to avoid lung cancer, I now have a lung condition called COPD that I have to cope with.

 

What is your biggest fear?

It used to be getting cancer. But as I’ve got older and I’ve seen friends succumb to Alzheimer’s disease so that has become my fear. Ironically, I suspect it wouldn’t be too bad for me personally if I succumbed to full blown Alzheimer’s as I’d be oblivious to the condition. But my family would be the one’s to feel it most, especially my wife of almost forty years, my beloved Ann. The worst thing would be being at the stage where I had moments of lucidity and knew they would get shorter and less frequent until they disappeared forever.

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

My favourite expression is “Youth passes, but with luck immaturity can last a lifetime.” So, I guess it would have to be something like “He was still waiting to grow up, but he ran out of time.”

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I would love to visit the International Space Station, some two-hundred-and-twenty miles above the earth. To gaze down at our own planet and see it spread out like a giant atlas would be awesome.

 

If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

It would have to be an elephant. My memory has never been good, and it has got a lot worse as I’ve aged. It has been established that elephants have remarkable memories for some things. For example, two elephants met at an animal sanctuary and got excited about seeing each other. Investigations proved they had last met while working at a circus, twenty-three years before. I would settle for a memory a fraction as good as that, and my wife would be a lot happier as well.

If you could have any name in the world, what would you choose?

Pierre le Grande. Not because of its piracy connection, or even because my family is apparently of French decent. But, because I love the ring of it. And as a Peter myself being Peter the Great would be cool.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I rarely recall more than fragments of my dreams. But from what bits I do remember, and my wife’s description of my actions, it would seem they are always violent, and action filled. I love Tomb Raider on my PlayStation 4, and World of Warcraft on my laptop. So, maybe I’m just acting out the games. It would be nice if my dreams helped me play the games better.

 

 Graces Turmoil (4)

 

Title. Grace’s Turmoil: Not Too Old for Love, Book One.

Author. Peter Perrin

Genre. Contemporary Romance. (Seasoned Romance).

Publisher. Devine Destinies.

 

Book Blurb.

Divorced and emotionally damaged, artist Grace Stollery wants nothing more than to spend her semi-retirement painting and let time heal her emotional scars.

 

 

But when dashing widower Alfred Nobel moves into her retirement village he turns her life upside down and her heart inside out by awakening feelings she wants to keep dormant.

 

 

Alfred quickly sets out to woo Grace and slowly she warms to him. But the village’s resident femme fatale wants him for herself. Will she succeed in driving a wedge between Alfred and Grace?

 

 

Excerpt

Chapter One

 

Grace jabbed at the volume button on the remote control, turning up the sound on the television. She was trying to drown out the chatter which filled the palatial residents’ lounge. It had been like that for days, and she’d grown tired of it. Who would have thought the imminent arrival of one man could affect mature ladies like that?

 

One of the things which had appealed to her when she moved to The Grange retirement village was the lack of men. Yet a man who aroused feelings in her she didn’t want was going to add to their number.

 

Grace had caught a glimpse of him across The Lounge a few months ago, taking the standard tour of the seventeenth century mansion that now housed The Grange. He’d towered over the young woman he’d been with, and she’d guessed he was at least six-foot-five. Built like a tank, with a mass of wavy white hair and a snow-white beard, he’d reminded her of a polar bear. His presence had been overpowering and almost menacing. An image of him defending the old mansion in days gone by had jumped into her mind.

 

Looking at him had sent a spontaneous burst of attraction rippling through her. It had caught her by surprise. Becoming attracted to anybody was the last thing she’d needed right then. Her divorce had been too recent and too painful. All she wanted was to focus on her painting to block out the pain. Although she hadn’t come there to look for a man, there was no denying how she’d reacted to the sight of him. She wondered how she would cope when they met. And she couldn’t help feeling he was going to have quite an impact on her life. Whether it would be a good impact or not was the million-dollar question. He might be the greatest thing since sliced bread! Or he could turn out to be a snake in the grass like her ex-husband.

 

It wasn’t only the divorce which caused her to temper her excitement at his arrival with caution. Being a Pisces, her emotions were her weak spot, and she’d tended to fantasise about her love life. Her relationships had always been traumatic until she had married, at the age of forty. Then, for the first time in her life, she experienced stability and calmness. She’d thought she had a good marriage. Then everything had fallen apart. She was in no rush to risk such heartache again—in no hurry to get involved once more.

 

Grace stared at her watch for the umpteenth time and fidgeted in her over-padded chair. She peeked around a heavy curtain and glanced out of the massive sash window yet again. But she couldn’t see any sign of him. Frustrated, she tried to put him out of her mind and focus on watching Bargain Hunt. It was one of her favourite programmes, and she always tried to guess which of the teams would win. The persistent buzz of women’s voices filled her head. And she had to concentrate hard to follow the programme. But even then, she had to turn the volume up high to be able to hear it. In a fit of pique, she slammed the remote down onto the arm of her chair.

 

Grace became aware of movement out of the corner of one eye. When she turned around, she saw the General Manager, Sara Novak, and the man she’d been thinking about. The sight of him made her cheeks grow hot, and she turned away to look at the screen. As she did so, she realised Tim Wonnacott was about to announce the winning team. Then she felt something brush past her arm and the screen went blank. She spun around and saw Sara holding the remote.

 

“What did you do that for?” Grace snapped.

 

Sara blushed. “I’m sorry, Grace…and anybody else who was watching that programme. But we don’t often get so many residents in one place at the same time. So I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce our newest resident. This is Air Commodore Alfred Nobel.”

 

Alfred smiled and threw the residents a mock salute, by way of greeting.

 

“Alfred is a widower and a senior ex-Royal Air Force officer,” Sara continued. “I’m sure he’ll make a welcome addition to our small group of gentlemen residents. He’s an accomplished ballroom dancer—a talent some of our ladies will appreciate.”

 

Sara’s announcement created quite a buzz among the ladies. “I’ll bring Alfred around to meet as many of you as possible before lunch,” she said in conclusion.

 

Grace rose to her feet and faced Sara and Alfred.

 

 

Buy Links

Publisher’s Book Page http://www.devinedestinies.com/coming-soon/grace-s-turmoil/

(Links coming in late December)

 

Author Biography

Peter Perrin writes sweet, seasoned romances involving larger-than-life mature characters who will make you rethink your views on older people in a positive way. His characters are mature in age but not necessarily in their behaviour. They may not be in the first flush of youth but that doesn’t stop some of them acting like hormonal teenagers.

 

Peter was born in Romford, in the county of Essex, England. For nearly twenty years he has lived with his wife of almost forty years in a quiet suburb of Swindon, in the county of Wiltshire, in England. He is a father and grandfather.

 

He is a former member of The Royal Air Force who has served in the UK, and in Madagascar, Singapore, and Saudi Arabia. He was also stationed for two years in Aden—which nowadays is part of Yemen.

 

After almost fifteen-years’ service in The Royal Air Force Peter worked in Engineering, Quality Control, and Procurement Management, not to mention myriad smaller jobs in between those careers.

 

Now retired Peter’s interests are Writing, Carp Fishing, and (despite being in his early seventies) PC and PlayStation games.

 

His favourite quote is “Youth passes, but with luck, immaturity can last a lifetime.”

 

Social Media Links

Website: https://peterperrin.blog

Blog:  https://peterperrin.blog

Twitter: https://twitter.com/peterperrin44

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PeterPerrin44/

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/peterperrin/

 

Happy Release Day to the Moonlight Magic Box Set! @LiviaQuinn #PNR #MM #UF #books #Halloween


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Title: Moonlight Magic Box Set

 

Livia Quinn’s Story: Blood Moon

 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

 

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Blurb:

There’s a new supe in Destiny. She sauntered into the Moat of Morpheus a redheaded violet-eyed warrior carrying a giant head-splitter of a sword and wielding it with magic. Her name was Cinder. River felt an immediate attraction as well as a lifting of the despair that had been his only companion for months. But it was short lived.

 

She was there to kill a dragonhunter and accused River of hiding the truth about him. Turns out, she was right. River had a secret and his own reasons for remaining quiet. If he couldn’t break free of the villain’s control, there would be devastating consequences for his family and ultimately, the Paramortals.

 

After his sister and the dragon sheriff go missing, River and Cinder join forces. But history has a way of coming full circle and echoes from their past bring a shattering revelation about their Paramortal family and the dragonhunter’s true identity, the full disclosure neither could have anticipated. Can they forgive the past to overcome their common enemy or will the news tear their relationship and the Paramortals apart forever?

 

 

Excerpt (Blood Moon by Livia Quinn):

“Oh, Conor. I failed.”

 

He placed his hands on her shoulders and peeled her away from him. He sensed Montana’s presence as he put Cinder at arm’s length and looked into her distraught features. His sister was famous for never allowing people or problems to get to her, for seeing humor in most any situation. This was new. “ Piuthar bheag, what has you so upset.”

 

Cinder looked at Montana who raised her shoulders and looked at the house in question, but Cinder shook her head. “It does not matter if you have seen me trash my heritage or my total failure. It will be well known before long.”

 

Conor didn’t accept her self-flagellation. “Hush, now, sister. Tell me whit happened.”

 

Cinder’s breath shuddered out. “I tracked the dragonhunter. Styx, I heard his men call him. They met in the woods behind the Moat of Morpheus.” Her eyes searched his. “It was as sure a kill as I could ever hope for but…” Her voice trailed away as she looked at Montana and then at the ground. Her shoulders slumped as she whispered, “I couldn’t do it.”

 

Conor frowned. He couldn’t have heard right. “How do you mean? Why couldn’t you complete your blood calling? Whit could have stopped you?”

 

Her stricken eyes rose to his. “I sensed something in him.” She shook her head violently as Conor opened his mouth to speak. “I don’t know, Conor. It felt¾I felt… connected to him somehow, as if in killing… in killing him I would destroy a part of myself.” Tears filled her eyes as the devastating thought took hold. “How can that be? It is my duty, my blood work to kill dragonhunters. What is wrong with me?”

 

Conor’s mind raced. Cinder was part fae. Could this be a trick by the dragonhunter? They didn’t know this Styx’ true nature. Even if he was a fae, it should not matter. There was no reason why she wouldn’t be able to take out another fae if that was her mission. As with all life forms, dragons were created with a purpose and Cinder was a special sub species. Only a few ever existed and they were relentless in their pursuit of their prey.

 

Montana spoke for the first time, as usual reading his mind. “Do you think Petre and Arabella might know something?” She knew him so well.

 

Cinder looked questioningly at Montana. “Who are these people you speak of?”

 

Conor said, “They are the king and queen of faerie folk here. That is a good suggestion, Montana. Thank you for reminding me.”

 

Montana smiled at his thoughtful response. He knew how uncomfortable she’d been on their visit to the Faerie Inn. The Fae king had a special appetite for vampires, but because of their gushing exuberance at Conor’s presence they’d shown special… tolerance in her presence.

 

“They can tell us of any new fae arrivals and perhaps enlighten you about your own heritage,” said Conor. “I’m sorry, Cinder, I should have made it my business to know more before you found yerself in this position. I wish we could leave now, but two dragons flying over Destiny in broad daylight would cause a stir, ya ken?”

 

He hoped to gain a smile from his little sister but the look on her face told him she was back reliving the moment when she’d been unable to fulfill her mission.

 

“You could call a taxi,” said Montana. Two sets of eyes snapped toward her. She raised her hands and grinned, “What? You’ve never taken a taxi?”

 

When they continued to gape at her she shrugged. “It’s like you always say, Conor. ‘Needs must’.”

 

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Will they dig themselves out or snuggle in? Never Say Never by @RuthACasie #romanticsuspense


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Title Never Say Never from Snowbound in Havenport

Author Ruth A. Casie

Genre Contemporary Romantic Suspense

Publisher Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb

Pam Dawes has always done what was expected by her high-society parents and friends. Look where that got her. Husband number two is quickly becoming a bad memory. She’s through with men. Never again.

 

Mikhail Ivanovich Stephanov, doesn’t care what happens to himself—revenge for his family is all that matters.

 

When a freak storm brings down communications, Pam’s the only one who can help the mysterious Russian who washes up on her dock. Sparks reignite when they realize they’d met years ago. Mik’s more than willing to put his vendetta aside, until Pam becomes the target of the Russian thugs that have infiltrated Havenport’s coast. He’d die to keep her safe.

 

They’d both sworn to never love again. Will they learn to never say never?

 

Excerpt

Pam sighed. A few more minutes with Marta wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps a diversion would get her out of her mood. Her marriage to Merle, husband number two, was over years ago. The legalities lingered, but with the finality only weeks old, she looked back on her marriage and wondered how she’d got into this situation again.

 

Love wasn’t part of the equation. If anything, it was all calculation. Her rebellious days were tamed, and in the end she did everything according to her social position—married the right man who had the right business acumen and belonged to the right family. As a result, she’d expanded her already extensive bank account and became a prominent personality in Havenport, if not Rhode Island, society.

 

Her mother said love found people over time. It found Merle…with someone else. Good for him. He was a bastard, but he found his love. As for her? She accepted that love had lost its way where she was concerned.

 

Just once she wanted to be the object of someone’s attention, not her money or social standing, and have a relationship like her best friend. In love at least, Rachel followed her heart rather than her head.

 

Heart. Did she have one? It didn’t beat with excitement or anticipation. These days, she raised her heart rate training at the gym for the Tough Mudder challenge. She’d been the weakest person on the team when she started six months ago, and now trained four days a week for the May event. She worked her way out of the training basement and became one of the top two women on the team. Great benefits came with her improved upper-body strength. Made carrying shopping bags so much easier. She coughed over a chuckle.

 

Pam stared at the small pool of liquid and twigs in the bottom of her tea cup. Her question? Coward. She didn’t have the nerve to ask, and didn’t really want to hear the answer sitting in her heart. She didn’t need a third strike. No. Never again. Her life was fine. She was fine. No longer would she assume the part of the victim. Heroine. That’s the role she wanted.

 

Bring on the tea leaf reading.

 

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RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of action-adventure time-travel historical romance about strong women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Her Druid Knight novels have both finaled in the NJRW Golden Leaf contest. The Guardian’s Witch, part of the Stelton Legacy series was a Reader’s Crown Finalist. Ruth also writes contemporary romance in the Havenport series with enough action to keep you turning pages. Her short story, The Game’s AFoot finaled in the Aspen Gold contest. Ruth lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she started writing time travel romance, she was a speech therapist, international bank product and marketing manager, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance.

 

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The Pets are Back! Pets in Space 2 by @paulinebjones + 11 Authors #SFR #romance #releaseday


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Title Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2

Author Pauline Baird Jones + 11 other bestselling/award-winning authors

Genre Science Fiction Romance

Publisher Cats, Dogs and Other Worldly Creatures

 

Book Blurb

The pets are back! Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2, featuring twelve of today’s leading Science Fiction Romance authors brings you a dozen original stories written just for you! Join in the fun, from the Dragon Lords of Valdier to a trip aboard award-winning author, Veronica Scott’s Nebula Zephyr to journeying back to Luda where Grim is King, for stories that will take you out of this world! Join New York Times, USA TODAY, and Award-winning authors S.E. Smith, M.K. Eidem, Susan Grant, Michelle Howard, Cara Bristol, Veronica Scott, Pauline Baird Jones, Laurie A. Green, Sabine Priestley, Jessica E. Subject, Carol Van Natta, and Alexis Glynn Latner as they share stories and help out Hero-Dogs.org, a charity that supports our veterans!

 

10% of the first month’s profits go to Hero-Dogs.org. Hero Dogs raises and trains service dogs and places them free of charge with US Veterans to improve quality of life and restore independence.

 

Twelve Original Never Released Stories in Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2

 

PEARL’S DRAGON

 

A Novella in the Dragon Lords of Valdier Series

 

By S.E. Smith (New York Times/USA TODAY Bestselling Author)

 

Asim Kemark has lived a long, lonely life. It is only his pledge to his former king and to Mandra Reykill that keeps him, his dragon, and his symbiot from going crazy. He has given up on ever finding his true mate and devotes himself to caring for the wide assortment of creatures on Mandra and Ariel’s mountain retreat. The last thing he expects when he visits the palace is to lose control of his dragon and his symbiot when they sense their true mate. Before he knows it, he has kidnapped her!

 

Pearl St. Claire is enjoying a new adventure – learning to live on an alien planet. As a mature woman in her sixties, she thought she had experienced just about everything life could throw at her – only to discover she really hasn’t experienced anything yet! She is both amused and exasperated when one of the dragon-shifting aliens kidnaps her, believing she is his true mate.

 

Life is no longer boring or lonely as Asim courts the spirited human woman who has enchanted him, but he isn’t the only one who has noticed Pearl or the unusual animals under his care. When poachers attack, determined to steal the exotic creatures under his protection – including Pearl and a new clutch of alien eggs from Earth – he will do everything he can to protect them. Can one dragon keep the most precious creatures under his care safe, or will he lose the biggest battle of his life?

 

A GRIM PET

 

A Novella in the Tornian Series

 

By M.K. Eidem (USA TODAY Bestselling Author)

 

The Great Raptor is a fearsome and deadly creature; and while the raptor is no one’s pet, he is fiercely protective and loving of his family…

 

Carly and Miki have never forgotten the story that Grim told them of the Great Raptor, the symbol of their new home world Luda. Yet, it is the comparison their mother once told them of the Great Raptor to Grim that gives them the courage to help the injured bird they find in the garden.

 

Find out what happens when their single act of love, faith, and kindness creates far-reaching consequences that no one, including their mother and Grim, could ever have predicted.

 

The Prince, the Pilot, and the Puppy

 

A Novella in The Star Series

 

By Susan Grant (New York Times/USA TODAY Bestselling, and RITA Award Winning Author)

 

Trysh joined the Space Forces with the secret hope that her absentee father might notice her accomplishments and acknowledge her. At the top of her game as a starfighter pilot, the last thing she needs is a way too charming prince to get in her way. Trysh had learned at a young age what happened when a person lost their heart to someone above their social class – it led to heartache.

 

Prince Rornn feels fortunate he can pursue his passion both in the air and on the ground. He decides being third in line for the throne definitely has its advantages – it allowed him to join the Space Forces as a top-gun starfighter pilot. What he doesn’t expect is to find a woman there who not only competes with him – she completes him!

 

Everything Rornn tries appears to push Trysh further away – that is until they rescue a tiny, starving yipwag pup on the surface of an alien world. It turns out that “Puppy” is as good at sniffing out terrorists as she is at helping her two clueless humans figure out that they need each other as much as they do her.

 

Can Rornn convince Trysh that he is nothing like her father and that she is just the right woman for him before the terrorists discover their furry little companion?

 

Wired for Love

 

By Michelle Howard

 

Hunter Gils has put his past in the military behind him. Now his focus is on his bar and the less than savory clientele. Life is perfect – except for a gray-eyed beauty who refuses his advances.

 

Narelle Bindu wasn’t immune to the tall, dark stranger working at The Zone. He wanted her – and she wanted him. The only drawback was she didn’t have room in her life for a man, not even one as tempting as Hunter.

 

When a deadly attack creates the perfect opening for an old enemy, the two lovers must work together to survive. What they never expect is to find an ally willing to help them – even if that help has four legs. Can their four-legged friend keep Hunter and Narelle alive long enough to find out that one night would never be enough?

 

Rescued by the Cyborg

 

A Novella in the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance Series

 

By Cara Bristol (USA TODAY Bestselling Author)

 

A cyborg’s haunted past and a Faria’s clouded future entwine…

 

Hostage and sole survivor Solia waits for death at the hands of vicious predatory aliens when Cy-Ops agent Guy Roarke disobeys orders and charges in. A former medic, he initiates emergency medical procedures before rushing her to Cybermed.

 

Guy is taken with Solia, but the guilt of a past mistake won’t allow him to plan for a future with the delicate, brave beauty. Life is so uncertain, he can’t even keep Mittzi, the kitten his niece gave him. What he can do is see to it Solia gets the help she needs for a full recovery. But when best intentions place her in greater danger, it’s up to a little kitten to make everything all right again.

 

Star Cruise: Songbird

 

A Novella in The Sectors SF Romance Series

 

By Veronica Scott

 

Grant Barton, a Security Officer on the Nebula Zephyr, is less than thrilled with his current assignment to guard an Interstellar singing sensation while she’s on board the ship. It doesn’t help that he is also dealing with a recent inheritance – of the feathered kind! The alien bird that his great-grandfather so kindly left him was now sharing his quarters and making his life miserable. It wasn’t helping that his assignment wasn’t making his job any easier either – at least until he had to save her life.

 

Karissa is on her way up the charts and seemingly has it all – talent, fame, fortune and devoted fans, but behind her brave smile and upbeat lyrics she hides an aching heart. When a publicity stunt goes wrong, Karissa finds herself in the arms of the security officer assigned to protect her – and discovers a mutual attraction she can’t ignore.

 

Trouble continues to plague the pair, driving a wedge between them and leaving Grant certain that Karissa is in more danger than she realizes. When a deranged fan issues a death threat, Grant is determined to protect Karissa whether she wants his help or not. Can he discover the truth behind what is going on before he loses Karissa, or is there someone else plotting to keep them apart – permanently?

 

Time Trap

 

A Novella in the Project Enterprise Series

 

By Pauline Baird Jones

 

Hiding in time is not as easy as you’d think…

 

Madison lives by the rules of a time travel rebel – never tell anyone your real name, not if you want to remain alive. On the track of a traitor, Madison and her parrot partner, Sir Rupert, time travel into a trap. Their only way out sends them back in time and into the arms of a man that ignites a fire inside her.

 

USAF Master Sergeant Briggs is in trouble – not the kind he’d like to be, but still in trouble. He is bored out of his mind! Ordered to recuperate on a quiet bay away from the Garradian outpost, he’s ready to mutiny and go back to his beloved engines. When his friends send him a gift from Area 51, he figures it will relieve his boredom for an hour or so – until he turns it on and he gets his second present of the day.

 

Madison would love to get to know Briggs better, but it is just too dangerous. Unfortunately, she might not have much choice. With a Time Service Interdiction Force on their heels, can the three craft a plan that will save a base full of geniuses and technology and discover a happy-ever-after forged through time?

 

Courting Disaster: StarDog 2

 

A Novella in the Inherited Stars Universe Series

 

By Laurie A. Green

 

From monk to married…

 

Captain Navene Jagger’s certainty he will be promoted to command a new battleship is doused when the admiral instead assigns him on what appears to be a suicide mission. If that wasn’t bad enough, he finds his self-imposed decision to be a military monk is thrown to the far reaches of the galaxy when he is ordered to escort Ketsia Tayah and her StarDog through the treacherous, rogue-infested Bradley’s Rift in a battered derelict of a vessel – a task that also makes him have to confront his painful past.

 

Ketsia’s past had taught her a lot. The universe was not only a very dangerous place, it turns out that it is also a lot smaller than she would have liked! Ketsia is rattled when she discovers that she and her StarDog are to be escorted by the man she formerly had a crush on. She swears life couldn’t get any more complicated until they are thrown into jeopardy and have to pretend they are married!

 

Jag soon realizes there is more at stake than his pride when dangerous rogues threaten their spaceship. After he learns the ship, the mission, and the StarDog are all much more than they seem will he be able to save Ketsia, his career, and the day? Or will self-sacrifice be the only way to save those under his protection?

 

Sensate

 

A Novella in the Alien Attachments Series

 

By Sabine Priestley

 

Marco Dar’s position as an Earth Protector means he spends an incredible amount of time alone in space. His only company is with the talkative com unit. It isn’t until he stops at the Galaxy Spinner restaurant that he discovers his com has become sentient – and it wants a physical form!

 

Dr. Zara Mancini hasn’t seen Marco Dar in over eleven years. As far as she is concerned, that still isn’t long enough. When Marco approaches her with an unusual request, she is torn between her fascination with the project, and wanting to leave him eating her space dust.

 

Marco is quickly falling all over again for Zara’s beautiful smile and gorgeous lips. Young and foolish, he sabotaged their relationship years ago. Now he has a second chance. Can he convince Zara to help his AI, and prove to her that he is a different man?

 

Gib and the Tibbar

 

A Novella in the Galactic Defenders Series

 

By Jessica E. Subject

 

A dedicated Defender to the core, Gib is willing to go to any planet the Galactic Alliance sends him. That is, until he’s sent with his squad to Hemera for their Alorama ceremony, far from any threat of Erebus invasion and with no chance for promotion.

 

Vilarra has lived on Hemera all her life, working hard in the kitchens of the royal palace until she achieved lead hand. But learning of the universe beyond her world reveals her insignificance and shreds her sense of accomplishment and purpose.

 

With the help of a furry, little tibbar, Gib is determined to win the affection of Vilarra, prove to her how significant she is to him and the people who depend on her. But will his personal mission be cut short before he has the chance to win her heart?

 

Pet Trade

 

A Novella in the Central Galactic Concordance Series

 

By Carol Van Natta

 

The vast Central Galactic Concordance strictly prohibits genetic experimentation and alteration of humans on any of its 500 member planets. Unfortunately, animals are not included in those regulations…

 

Veterinarian Bethnee Bakonin has made a home for herself on a frontier planet in the frozen north. Her minder talent for healing all kinds of animals would ordinarily assure her success, but her unwilling stint in the shady pet trade industry left her damaged and scared.

 

“Volunteered” for a black-box research project, elite forces Jumper Axur Tragon now has dangerous experimental tech in his cybernetic limbs. He escapes the project and steals a freighter, but ship damage forces him to crash-land in the northern mountains of a frontier planet. He’s surprised to discover the freighter’s cargo contains a secret shipment of designer pets. Determined to do right by them, he enlists reluctant Bethnee’s aid in caring for them—a definite challenge, considering Bethnee is terrified of him.

 

They will need all the help they can get from their unusual pets to save the day when ruthless mercenaries pose a threat. Can Axur and Bethnee work together to overcome their limitations, or will they lose everything they have vowed to protect – including each other?

 

Mascot

 

A Novella in the Aeon’s Legacy Series

 

By Alexis Glynn Latner

 

Daya Tattujayan is the manager of a remote and nearly derelict space mining station. She has plenty of problems to deal with even before the interstellar syndicate that owns the station sends an auditor to check up on her work.

 

Rik Gole is a nomadic interstellar auditor with no roots to tie him down. He is ruthless when he has to be and very good at what he does, but Rik would be the first to admit that a woman like Daya and a place like this station are way outside of his previous experience.

 

Before Daya and Rik can decide whether they are antagonists, allies, or something more, an unexpected enemy attacks the station. To save their lives, they must dare to trust each other. And they need help from a very unconventional defender—Daya’s mysterious alien pet, the mascot of Star Corner Station.

 

 

Excerpt from Time Trap by Pauline Baird Jones

This time something happened.

 

There was a low hum that slowly built to just shy of annoying. He heard the moveable parts inside start to move. First one of the dots turned faintly red, then red flowed across the top of the disc. More humming and moving parts sounds, and the circles turned from red to green all at the same time, sending beams of green light toward the sky at least six feet in the air.

 

Interesting. Still not sure what it did.

 

He was tempted to stick a finger into one of the beams, but he knew better. Funny how knowing didn’t stop the wanting.

 

Oh, the human condition.

 

He looked around, found a stick, and carried it back to the beams. He poked it into one of the green lights. The stick glowed green, but nothing happened for a count of three, maybe four, then the end of the stick vanished.

 

Okay. Birthday present number three. Got to keep all his fingers. And he now knew this thing did something. Wasn’t sure what, but something. He went and shut off the video, then turned back to do the same to the disc, but right then the hum increased in intensity and the green lights began to pulse.

 

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Circumstances of Childhood is a Brand-New Release by @HowellWave #RRBC #99cents #books


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Title Circumstances of Childhood

Author John W. Howell

Genre Family Life, Fiction

Publisher Keewaydin Lane Books

 

Book Blurb

When a former pro football star and broadcaster, now a Wall Street maven is accused of insider trading, will he be able to prove his innocence and expose those who are guilty?

 

Greg and his boyhood pal dreamed of big success in professional football and then later in business. Greg was the only one to live the dream. Now the founder of an investment fund Greg is faced with a routine audit finding by the SEC. The audit points to irregularities and all the tracks lead to Greg. The justice department hits him with an indictment of 23 counts of fraud, money laundering, and insider trading. His firm goes bust, and Greg is on his own.

 

His best friend knows he is innocent but has been ordered under penalty of eternal damnation not to help.

 

If you enjoy stories of riches to rags, redemption, brotherly love, and a little of the paranormal, Circumstance of Childhood will keep you riveted.

 

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I look down at my drink and wonder what will happen tomorrow. My daughter Constance wants to come and visit. She lives in New York, and before all hell broke loose, we didn’t see each other often. I missed her so much, and it seemed as if I had to beg her even to talk on the phone. Now, it’s like she wants to be here every weekend. It’s only an hour’s flight by the shuttle or three by train, so she can come when she wants. I just can’t figure out why she got so clingy. I have my troubles, but it doesn’t have anything to do with her. No use in asking her husband either. Though a nice enough guy, I always wonder if he has someplace important to go when I visit. He never sits still and stays busy on the phone or at the computer. He makes a good living, but it seems a person could take an hour to sit and talk. I’d looked forward to some kind of relationship when he and Constance got married. It’ll never happen with him.

 

When I take another pull at my drink, I notice the burn feels less. It happens every time. First sip initiation, I call it. It’s like the first puff of a cigarette, hits hard then, after, nothing. I decide to let Constance pretty much have the agenda tomorrow. She and I have not had a chance to talk about anything deep for a while. It could just be that she blames me for her mother running off with that guy with the house on the Hudson. He has a title, and the old gal couldn’t resist, but I think the daughter always felt I should have done something. Her mother’s sleeping with another guy and what the hell can I do about that?

 

I’ll just go with the flow. If she wants to go out, we will. If she wants to stay in, we can do that too. I better think about getting some food in the house. Of course, we can always order take out. I need to move on to my drink and let this go. Tomorrow will be what it is. I remember the day she was born. I looked down at her in my arms and promised I would do anything for her. I love her more than life itself, and I hope we can somehow get to the root of whatever’s wrong. She sounded strange on the phone this morning, and I feel helpless to do anything about it. I hope she opens up when she gets here.

 

For some reason, I feel tired. Perhaps I’ll go ahead and finish my drink. Maybe I’ll just go home and forget the burger. First, though, I’ll just shut my eyes for a minute. My hands feel good when I put my head down.

 

“Hey, Greg,” Jerry says. I barely hear him. “What’s the matter? You taking a nap? Greg?” I can feel him shake me, but I have no interest in waking up. His voice gets further away, and I think he says, “Oh, my God, Sophie, call 911, quick.” Now the room goes silent.

 

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Author Biography

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories.  His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016. The latest Circumstances of Childhood a family life story is available as of October 1st, 2017 All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

 

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

 

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A Lion’s Heart (Shadow Shifters Book 7) by @ACArthur #PNR #shifter #romance #FridayReads


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Title: A Lion’s Heart (Shadow Shifters Book 7)

Author: AC Arthur

Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Shadow Shifter Assembly Leader Roman Reynolds and his mate Kalina, have had a vicious fight on their hands for the last twenty years. The war between the humans and the shifters has grown lethal and to make matters worse, their now grown daughter, Nisa is on the battlefield.

 

The Rebel

 

Nisa Reynolds is a soldier. Despite her love and respect for her parents’ position in this fight, Nisa is determined to do things her way. If only she can convince the devilishly sexy white lion shifter traveling with her that her plan is the best option for the shifters survival…if only she were strong enough to fight the passion brewing between them.

 

The Lion

 

Decan Canter’s tribe had long since learned to co-exist with the other feline shifter tribes as they all lived in Oasis and believed in saving their race by any means necessary. Having a direct order come to him from the Assembly Leader to escort his daughter across the country, wasn’t something he’d expected, yet he respected the order and had tried his best to obey. But Nisa Reynolds was unlike any other shifter Decan had ever met, and even if it meant dying at the hands of the reputed Roman Reynolds, he had to taste her…only, having her once, was never going to be enough.

 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the 7th book in the Shadow Shifters series. This book is a standalone novel that takes place 20 years after the last story. However, if you would like to read the previous books in this series, they are as follows:

 

Temptation Rising

Seduction’s Shift

Passion’s Prey

Shifter’s Claim

Hunger’s Mate

Primal Heat

 

Excerpt:

Nisa stared directly at him as she extended an arm and patted the pillow beside her.

“Leading requires a clear head. Rest works wonders for a busy mind. My Uncle Baxter used to say that to me when I was a little,” she told him.


“I’m not a child,” Decan replied.


That admission hadn’t been necessary. Nisa knew he wasn’t a child. He was a full grown shifter. One whom she was undoubtedly attracted to. She wondered if that were the reason she’d invited him to sleep beside her. No, it wasn’t. She believed in keeping her enemies, and those she hadn’t quite yet decided whether or not to trust, close.


“And yet, the rest theory, would probably still work,” she quipped. “Come on. I’ll stay on my side of the bed. I promise I don’t bite.”


That brought a chuckle from him. The sound was quick and momentarily startled her. It wasn’t until she felt the bed give beneath his weight as he sat on the other side and leaned over to remove his boots that she realized it was because she liked it.


Following her advice it only took him a few seconds, of which he used to pull his shirt over his head and lay back on the bed beside her. Nisa was surprised by how close he was. Maybe this bed was smaller than she’d thought. She attempted to roll over again, but immediately felt his arm going around her waist to pull her back against him.


When her back was spooned against his front and she was once again biting her lip at the new development, she felt the sharp nick against her neck.


“I’m not making any promises about not biting,” he whispered as his tongue licked over the spot where his lion’s teeth had scraped along her skin.

 

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Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Lions-Heart-Paranormal-Shapeshifter-Shifters-ebook/dp/B074DRXF5B

 

Author Biography:

A.C. Arthur was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland where she currently resides with her husband and three children. An active imagination and a love for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school and she hasn’t stopped since.

 

Working in the legal field she’s seen lots of horrific things and longs for the safe haven reading a romance novel brings. Her debut novel Object of His Desire was written when a picture of an Italian villa sparked the idea of an African-American/Italian hero. Determined to bring a new edge to romance, she continues to develop intriguing plots, sensual love scenes, racy characters and fresh dialogue–thus keeping the readers on their toes!

 

In the young adult arena, A.C. also writes under the name Artist Arthur. Visit her Amazon Author Page for details about available YA books. https://amazon.com/author/artistarthurbooks  

 

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Love and Longing in the Bright Lights of London — Swan Song by @BookishLotte #YA #books


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Title

Swan Song

 

Author

Charlotte Wilson

 

Genre

Young Adult

 

 

Book Blurb

LOVE AND LONGING IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF LONDON

 

When iconic ballerina Beatrice Duvall died, a nation mourned – and a legacy was born. Sixteen years later, her daughter Ava comes to London to take part in a high-profile tribute to Beatrice, and to learn about the mother she never knew.

 

There’s just one snag: the tribute is a ballet, Swan Lake. Which is infinitely painful for Ava, because she can’t dance. Won’t dance. Not since she quit the Royal Ballet School last year and walked away from everything that defined her.

 

But this is London, colourful and crazy, and with actor Seb at her side, there’s so much to discover. Like Theatreland razzmatazz and rooftop picnics and flamingo parties. And a whole load of truths Ava never knew about her mother – and herself.

 

When the time comes to take the stage, will Ava step out of the shadow cast by her mother’s pedestal? And who will be waiting for her there, in the bright lights?

 

A coming-of-age novel about family and first love, in the city of hopes and dreams.

 

Excerpt

The Tube from Turnham Green is quiet, until we reach Earl’s Court, where it starts filling up. By the time we get to Victoria I’m in a scrum spilling out onto the platform. I find the Victoria Line platform and shoe-horn myself into a carriage; Seb would be proud of my elbow action.

 

At Oxford Circus I’m carried by a sea of shoppers up the escalators, across the foyer and up some steps to the street level. I’ve managed to come out the right exit, opposite the flagship Topshop. The massive store calls to me. Now that’s where to buy a dress for the tribute. Simple and trendy. I dread to think what Thisbe’s wardrobe department contact is going to make me. Something showbiz, I guess: long and loud and sparkly. Ugh.

 

But I don’t want to offend Thisbe, who’s called in a favour, apparently, to get me a dress sewn so quickly. So, with a sigh, I turn my back on Topshop and trudge down Argyll Street. When I see the Palladium, like a classical temple with massive columns, my mood lifts. At least I’m getting to visit one of London’s most historic theatres, where anyone who’s anyone has performed over the years, from Elvis Presley to Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra to Ella Fitzgerald, Elton to Adele – even The Muppets have taken to this stage. I wonder: will I get to stand on the stage?

 

Nope, is the answer. I don’t even see the auditorium. A security guard shows me from the foyer down into the underbelly of the theatre, to a small, windowless room made even smaller by its many contents: two dressmaker’s dummies, a hanging rail of costumes, shelves of fabric and haberdashery, and a desk for the sewing machine. I barely have time to make a mental comparison of this room and the wardrobe department at the Royal Opera House – in a big room overlooking the Piazza and flooded with light – before a girl springs out from behind one of the dummies and hugs me.

 

Hugs me?

 

Thankfully, it’s brief. She steps back and beams. I smile back automatically, and in a second I take her in: round, rosy face, electric-blue eyes, dark wavy hair. She’s a little older than me, maybe twenty, and wearing stylish jeans and a really unusual shirt covered with little embroidered seahorses.

 

“You’re Cara Cavendish?” I say, daring to hope that maybe my dress won’t end up being horrendously glitzy after all.

 

“The one and only,” she says cheerfully. “And you’re Ava-who-needs-a-dress. Thisbe explained. Sit, sit…” She pulls out a little stool from under the desk and I perch on it.

 

Cara walks around me in a circle, eying me up and down. “Easy-peasy,” she declares. “Dancers’ forms are so simple to dress.”

 

“Oh,” I say. “I’m not a dancer.”

 

She completes her circuit and leans on the desk, looking curiously at me. “But you’re Beatrice Duvall’s daughter,” she says.

 

The name gives me a jolt, but I manage to reply evenly: “That doesn’t make me a dancer.”

 

“’Course not,” says Cara. “I mean, my mum was an architect, and look at me! But I heard you were training to be a dancer like your mother. With the Royal Ballet.”

 

“I was. I… stopped.”

 

“Oh. Why was that then?”

 

I frown at Cara. She smiles back at me.

 

“Did Thisbe put you up to this?” I ask.

 

“Up to what?”

 

“All the questions.”

 

“Oh, no. That’s just me. My brother’s always telling me I’m blunt, because I don’t go in for all that evasive British crap – ignoring the elephant in the room. Better to lay it all out there and say, ‘My mum’s dead, and it sucks.’ You know?”

 

“Not really,” I reply honestly. I’ve never said those words in my life.

 

Cara nods like I’ve said something profound. Then, to my relief, she claps her hands and says, “Let’s talk dresses.”

 

After a quick-fire round of questions designed to establish my style, Cara hands me a scrapbook in which she’s pasted cuttings, photos and drawings of formal dresses, and she talks me through cuts, lengths, necks, sleeves and fabrics. Somewhere around the midi dress page I begin to come undone.

 

“What is it?” she says.

 

“Nothing,” I say.

 

“Something,” she says. “You look like you’re about to have a panic attack. Is it claustrophobia? This room is a little dinky.”

 

“It’s not that. It’s…”

 

She waits expectantly. I gesture to the scrapbook.

 

“It’s just all a bit real, suddenly, looking at these dresses. I mean, I’ve got to wear one and stand on a stage at the Royal Opera House in front of people. Lots of people.”

 

“Ah,” she says. “Yeah, I’d be a wreck doing that. But you’ve performed on stage before, right?”

 

“Sure. Plenty of times. But this isn’t a performance. I have to be myself. I mean…”

 

“You mean you have to be your mother’s daughter. And your mother was the legendary Beatrice Duvall.”

 

Startled, I nod. She gets it. I don’t even know this girl, but she gets it.

 

“So,” Cara says, plucking the scrapbook off my lap and leafing through the pages, “what you need, besides the strength to get on that stage, is a really kick-ass dress. A dress that makes you feel tall and powerful and goddam beautiful, like nothing can touch you while you’re wearing it. Ah-ha. Here. This one. What do you think?”

 

The dress illustration jumps right off the page. It’s bold, it’s simple, it’s glamorous, it shouts “designer”: a strapless bodice with criss-crossing satin ribbons and a flowing skirt with chiffon overskirt ending just on the knee.

 

“Wow,” I say. “You can make that? In time?”

 

She grins. “Hell yeah.”

 

“And you think I can pull that off?”

 

Her grin widens. “Hell yeah.”

 

Buy Links

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Charlotte Wilson

 

Author Biography

Once upon a time a little girl told her grandmother that when she grew up she wanted to be a writer. Or a lollipop lady. Or a fairy princess. ‘Write, Charlotte,’ her grandmother advised. So that’s what she did.

Thirty-odd years later, Charlotte writes the kind of books she loves to read: romances. She lives in a village of Greater Manchester with her husband and two children, and when she’s not reading or writing, you’ll find her walking someplace green, baking up a storm or embarking on a DIY project. She recently achieved a lifetime ambition of creating a home library for her ever-increasing collection of books. She pretends not to notice that the shelves are rather wonky.

 

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Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier by @KryssieFortune #romance #militaryromance #FridayReads


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Title Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

Author  Kryssie Fortune

Genre Contemporary, ex-military, spanking romance

Publisher Loose id

 

Book Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

 

This is book four of my Heroes of Westhopre Ridge series. Like all the others, it’s a stand alone, HEA romance.

 

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Excerpt

Kathryn screamed as the car sped toward them. “Farlaise. Straight ahead. We’re sitting ducks.”

 

Luke gritted his teeth and opened the throttle. The dump truck sped up. Solid, but not superfast, it trundled along the road. A brick outhouse came to mind as he headed directly for Farlaise’s car. This was one game of chicken Luke meant to win. Even if he took a bullet, he’d hold his course and keep Kathryn safe. “So, junior leaguer, how’s your pitching?”

 

She tried for a smile, but it turned into a grimace. “I had one of the team’s lowest earned run averages.”

 

Luke kept the throttle open wide. The chugging of the engine grew louder, but he’d told her the dump truck had a top speed of less than thirty miles an hour. The wind made it feel faster.

 

He took a deep breath and yelled, “Hooah. Balls-to-the-wall time. Our dump truck will pulverize their front end. When you’re near enough, lob one of your Molotov things in their direction. Anything to keep them off-balance since I might as well have a target on my chest sitting up here.”

 

She barely heard him over the engine noise. Adrenaline shot through her. She shivered with a mix of exhilaration, panic, and determination. Protecting Luke mattered more than her safety. Her fear level rose right along with her blood pressure. She could hear her heart race, but she’d keep the driver distracted. No way would she let Farlaise and his henchman hurt Luke.

 

Kathryn didn’t think, just reacted. She lit a match and set one fabric wick burning. Sitting tall, she lobbed her homemade bomb toward the oncoming car. She didn’t expect to hit them, but the banked roadside between Farlaise’s car and the dump truck went up in flames. Farlaise swerved to avoid the fire, almost tossing the henchman out the window as he leaned out and leveled his gun at them.

 

Kathryn peered out the hopper. The henchman had his gun pointed directly at Luke. No way, buster. Careful not to spill fuel, she lit a second wick. Taking a deep breath, she pitched it down the road.

 

Unflinching, Luke held their steady path down the center of the road. He groaned when Kathryn’s throw landed short. The grenade rolled onto the center of the road and sent a sheet of flames upward. Farlaise swerved again. Determined to keep Luke safe, she pitched a third bomb and lit a fourth.

 

Farlaise saw it coming. He swerved right, going off the road and up the banking. The fourth Molotov cocktail hit his radiator. Flames shot around the hood. Farlaise lost control of the car. It rolled, tossing the henchman onto the verge and knocking him unconscious.

 

The car landed on its side. Luke kept chugging forward. “Get down, Kate. I don’t want Farlaise to crawl out of the wreck shooting.”

 

The upturned car blocked her view. She couldn’t see what happened behind it. As she watched, a gun barrel poked over the wreck. Lined up on Luke, it glinted in the afternoon sun.

 

Crack.

 

A single shot rang out. Kathryn screamed again. The gun barrel lowered. Slowly, it toppled from Farlaise’s hand. God, what if he hit Luke? She swiveled in her seat, praying he was unhurt. No blood stained his overalls. He wasn’t slumped in his seat. Farlaise hadn’t shot him.

 

Luke kept the dump truck chugging down the road. When they drove past the upturned vehicle, Farlaise lay in a pool of his own blood on the grass. A police car pulled up, and Jared stepped out the passenger side, rifle in hand. He strode over to Farlaise and picked up his gun before searching the unconscious crook for weapons. Finding none, he stepped back. Luke nodded toward Jared. “Great shot. I owe you one.”

 

Jared shrugged. “It’s what the army trained me for. It was an easy shot for a marine sniper.”

 

Relief made Kathryn’s muscles weak. Shoulders slumped, she peered over the dump truck’s hopper. “Hooah indeed. Luke, you’re either a hero or a lunatic. Maybe both.”

 

Jared touched two fingers to his forehead in salute. Striding over to the henchman, Jared frisked him for weapons. The sheriff went to help Kathryn out of the hopper, but Luke beat him to it.

 

Maybe he held her a little too long as he lowered her to the ground, but she didn’t care. Her heart demanded she cling to him and never let go. If only her brain wasn’t chanting pregnant girlfriend over and over, she’d have been so happy she burst. Rather than respond, she stiffened and stepped away from him.

 

Buy Links

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Kryssie Fortune

 

Author Biography

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

 

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

 

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

 

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.

 

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Or you can email her direct on Kryssie.Fortune@aim.com

 

Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliff Novel) by @SpookyMrsGreen #werewolf #vampire #ASMSG


The Redcliffe novels series follow the adventures of bookshop owner Jessica Stone as she meets a man and falls in love, only to discover the hidden werewolf secrets of her close friends. Who knew the Cornish coast could be so deadly?

 

 Love Hurts (A Redcliffe Novel) is about a young woman
who runs a bookshop in Cornwall with her best friend. She falls in love with a
local police detective and later discovers that he is a vampire, and that his
identical twin brother is a werewolf. She is dragged into their complicated and
dangerous lives, to her detriment, where secrets are told and lives are lost…

 

 
 
Love Kills (A Redcliffe Novel) is book 2 in the developing Redcliffe series. In the quiet Cornish seaside town of Redcliffe,Jessica Stone recovers from an horrific werewolf attack and comes to terms with revelations that her lover, Jack Mason, is a vampire, his brother, Danny, the werewolf pack leader, and her best friend, Simon, is a werewolf.  Add to that her discovery that she is a witch, and life is suddenly a whole lot harder than it used to be. Jessica has to fight for her own life and Jack’s when faced with his jealous vampire master who wants her old lover back. But things are never easy, and a vampire master is not so easy to defeat…

 

 
 
Love Redeems (A Redcliffe Novel). Life has changed forever in Redcliffe, Cornwall. Jessica Stone used to be a normal, happy human. Now she is an angry, conflicted and confused witch. It all happened when she met Detective Jack Mason and his identical twin brother Danny. Jessica almost died twice, fell into a love triangle, and she became a murderer. Now she faces the ultimate challenge as she continues the fight to save the man she loves, while simultaneously struggling with her lust for his werewolf brother and their vampire friend. Can she survive, or will love finally end her life completely?

 

 
 
Eye of the Tiger (A Redcliffe Novel). Jessica Stone used to be a normal human. Then she fell in love with a vampire, met his identical twin werewolf brother, and her life fell apart spectacularly. Meeting Detective Jack Mason, and his brother Danny, brought about a powerful change, and Jessica’s magic was released. Now, in Redcliffe book 4, she must learn to control her ethereal animal familiar, who lusts after the alpha werewolf, and will stop at nothing to use her human mistress as a tool… Or is that a weapon?

 

 

The Redcliffe novels are widely available in paperback and ebook formats from UK bookshops, your local library (UK only), and online with retailers including Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords and more. See buy links HERE.

 

 

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Tempted by Mr. Wrong by USA Today Bestseller @JacqBiggar #mgtab #romanticsuspense #romance


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Title: Tempted by Mr. Wrong

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Romantic Suspense

 

Book Blurb:

How can something so wrong, feel so right?

 

Falling for her step-brother is a mistake T.J. doesn’t want to repeat, but one look into those sapphire blue eyes and she’s ready to give him whatever he wants.

 

Tammy-Jo Hawthorne’s marriage was floundering, but she never expected her husband to make her the laughing stock of Magnolia.

 

And she definitely didn’t expect to trip over him in their front yard after he’d been murdered.

 

Jason McIntyre was forced out of his home and the love of his life by the man who’d haunted his nightmares for ten long years.

 

Now Jason’s back–and he wants revenge.

 

Excerpt:

Tammy-Jo stood out of the way, huddled into Jason’s leather jacket, and watched the black and white film playing out before her eyes. It had to be a movie, right? There wasn’t really a horde of police and emergency response crews trampling Tim’s shrubs. The flashlight beams bouncing off men and trees and the body of her husband lying like a discarded sack on the wet ground was like something out of a murder mystery.

 

He’d hate that, getting dirt on his good power suit.

 

Tim took fastidiousness to a whole new level. It was normal for him to change two, sometimes three, times a day. He couldn’t stand having the slightest crease in his clothes. She looked at his muddied form and shuddered.

 

Tim was dead.

 

Jason had told her he’d been shot. Who would do such a thing? Why? The shock kicked in and her teeth began to chatter. She sank to the ground. What was happening? Someone shone a flashlight right in her eyes. She flinched as though from a physical blow.

 

Her life had imploded. She may have wished Tim dead after the stunts he’d pulled, but she didn’t mean in the literal sense. A harsh laugh escaped, one that turned into a sob, and then the tears started and she couldn’t shut them off. It was all too much. Horrible, wrenching pain swept through the walls of her chest and seemed to rip her ribs wide open. She wrapped her arms to hold herself together and hung on, rocking back and forth like a child seeking solace.

 

“Tammy-Jo, stop now. You’re going to make yourself sick.”

 

Jason’s voice penetrated the fog some minutes, or maybe even hours, later. She lifted her aching head and looked at him, dazed. He crouched before her, empathy turning his eyes cobalt.

 

He gently tucked the lank hair hanging in her face behind her ear. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you somewhere warm.”

 

He stood and reached down to help her to her feet, catching her against his body when she stumbled. “Can you walk?”

 

Just then the coroner’s van pulled into her driveway.

 

How’d they get the gate open?

 

Oh, God, they’re taking him to the morgue. I need to call his family.

 

Daddy. The random thoughts flitted through her head, poking at the migraine flirting behind her right eye.

 

Then another horrifying consideration came to mind. She froze and stared up at Jason, everything inside of herself begging him to say no. “Do I have to follow them? Identify his body?” There wasn’t enough Prozac in South Carolina to prepare her to walk into a morgue.

 

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International link: http://books2read.com/TemptedbyMrWrong

 

 

Add to your TBR List: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35609451-tempted-by-mr-wrong

 

Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love.

 

She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂

 

 

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Angelic #Fantasy with dark undertones — Gylded Wings by @LNightingale #Romance #99c #books


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Title                Gylded Wings

Author            Linda Nightingale

Genre             Dark Fantasy/Romance

Publisher         The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb

Angels in slavery? Brit Montgomery cannot believe it, until she is sent on a rescue mission to another dimension and witnesses the cruel practice first hand. The angel, Gyldan, is the most beautiful being she’s ever seen. She is drawn to him but sometimes beauty disguises wicked secrets. This man who rocks her world seems more demon than angel.

 

Gyldan, born into slavery, has one desire—fly free. When he escapes to Earth, he faces an alternate self-realization full of dark glory…and disbelief. Gyldan is bent on experiencing his newfound powers unmindful of the harm to Brit or others.

 

Confused and hurt by Gyldan’s erratic evil actions, Brit turns away. While Gyldan’s journey of self-discovery pulls him further distant, Brit finds acceptance in a solitary, comfortable life of her own until she realizes the day of reckoning has come. Will Gyldan be her final ruin or has he come back to her with a gift more precious than life itself?

 

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Excerpt

 

Though my other brother held the sword, he winged a retreat.  I did not know what had happened, or if I could command the lightning again.

Neither did he.

“What of the freak now, Adamus? Will you risk your weapon against mine?”

He brandished his sword. “You bastard.  You murdered your brother.”

Wing beats slow, I flew toward him.  “He was a stranger intent on slaying me.”

I spread four wings to their fullest.  Adamus’ eyes widened, fear written on his face.  He gripped his sword tighter.  “By the Beast! Two pairs of wings.”

My body was a hard-plucked string, power humming through me.  I smiled at my brother, drove my four wings down, swept them up, and attacked.  The enmity that had festered between us must end…in defeat for one of us.

Pacing below, Brit screamed, “Gyldan, the gate is closing.  Come down now or we’re trapped.  We won’t stand a chance. I hear horses.”

On the horizon, the rumble of hooves and clouds of dust announced a troop of riders.  Queen Mary had not only sent her winged army but her cavalry.  Sunlight glinted on armor and the red and black of the horses’ trappings.  I banked hard left and plunged into a reckless descent.  Shouts pursued me.

“Coward,” Adamus barked.  “Fight me!”

My brother waved his sword but made no move to follow.  Knowing such power was mine—that I had dissolved another angel in a shower of sparks—thrilled yet terrified me.  I had never known Daniel.  Now, I never would.

Frantic wing beats pulled me out of the dive.  I glanced over my shoulder as Adamus plummeted into pursuit.  I yearned to turn and fight, but on the ground Brit jumped up and down, waving her arms…and Adamus was my only brother.  The shimmering mirage behind her faded.  She shoved her arm into the dizzying colors, and the limb disappeared to the elbow.

Light glimmered off my wings as I unfurled them to cushion my landing, shifted my weight, and ran toward Brit and the dimming gate.  Adamus’ laughter pursued me.  He sailed toward us.  The cavalry thundered over the crest of a hill.

 

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Author Biography

Born in South Carolina, Linda has lived in England, Canada, Miami, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta and Houston.  She’s seen a lot of this country from the windshield of a truck pulling a horse trailer, having bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses for many years.

 

Linda has won several writing awards, including the Georgia Romance Writers Magnolia Award and the SARA Merritt.  She retired from a career as a retired legal assistant, just joined the Houston BMW Club, and the stars in her crown—two wonderful sons. In a former life, she must have had to walk everywhere because today she is into transportation with fine taste in expensive horses and hot cars! She likes to dress up and host formal dinner parties.

 

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Found Girl: Project Enterprise 6 by @paulinebjones #sciencefiction #romance #SFR


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Title Found Girl: Project Enterprise 6

Author Pauline Baird Jones

Genre Science Fiction Romance

 

Book Blurb

She likes being lost…

 

He needs to be found…

 

Arian Teraz would be perfectly happy if she never returned to her cheerless, hopeless world. Her life changes when her ship is damaged. Rescued by a handsome alien from a distant galaxy, Arian longs to find a place with him and his people.

 

Hotshot USAF pilot, Captain Jackson “Coop” Cooper knew the risks of boldly going somewhere before he signed up for the Project Enterprise expedition. When an anomaly sends his ship into a mysterious, no-exit sanctuary about to be invaded by a deadly adversary, he is forced to trust the unusual woman who might be his only ticket out.

 

With an invasion threatening the sanctuary and enemies emerging from Arian’s past, Arian and Coop must combine forces to seize an uncertain future together. Can they save each other as they battle the forces trying to rip them apart, or will the secret Arian’s ship carries – along with those seeking to exploit her – separate them forever?

 

Grab your copy of Found Girl today and dive into the sixth installment in the award-winning Project Enterprise series – your transport to action, adventure, and romance in space.

 

Excerpt

Arian glanced around to make sure they were alone, then lowered her voice. “How do you signal to a male, a man that you wish to be kissed?”

 

The woman grinned. “Just pucker up, ma’am. Hard part is to get them to stop.”

 

“Oh.” Arian considered this. She had not wanted Coop to stop, but he had. Had he sensed the Colonel approaching? But if a man would kiss any woman he was alone with… “So it is not something special when he kisses you?”

 

Now the woman seemed to really look at her. She was quiet for a few seconds. “It can be. When two people truly care about each other, kissing can be more…intimate than sex.”

 

“How do you know which it is?”

 

Her guide blinked several times, then grinned. “Well, if you ask them where they think the relationship is going and they don’t run away, that’s a good sign.”

 

“In the movie, they spoke words of affection,” Arian said.

 

“That’s a movie, it’s like made up. You know that right?”

 

Arian nodded. Coop had explained that all the people were actors pretending to be the real people in a story written by someone else.

 

Her guide’s brow creased in worry. “Sometimes guys will say things so they can, well…”

 

“Couple with you?”

 

Her face turned quite red, but she nodded. “Yes, ma’am. We call it sex. Or making love.”

 

Arian filed this away for further consideration. “How do you know the difference?”

 

This appeared to be a most difficult question because the crease in her forehead deepened.

 

“Well, you.sometimes you don’t know. You find out when they leave.” Her eyes turned sad. “Or when they don’t leave.” Now her mouth curved in smile and her eyes softened as if she saw something—someone?—not there with them.

 

She’d been hurt. Arian sensed this from her, but she was better now. “I see.” Or thought she did. She’d wondered what power Coop might have to damage her. This might be that power.

 

“They say love is a leap, ma’am. You don’t know how it’s going to end until you jump.”

 

She would not have understood this analogy before climbing down the power core. There had not been much up in her life until now. “You take the risk, or you don’t,” Arian said thoughtfully.

 

“Well,” her guide looked wry now, “sometimes you do it because you can’t help it. Attraction can be a bitch.”

 

The guide smiled, so Arian smiled back, sensing this was a mild joke.

 

“If your gut is telling you to run? Then do it, ma’am. It will hurt but not as much as if he walks away.”

 

 

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Pauline never liked reality, so she writes books. She likes to wander among the genres, rampaging like Godzilla, because she does love peril mixed in her romance.

 

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Quest of a Warrior by @m_morganauthor #Giveaway #paranormalromance #FridayReads


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QUEST OF A WARRIOR by Mary Morgan

 

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.

 

Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Romance

 

Blurb:

“You met them in the Order of the Dragon Knights. Now, journey to the realm of the Fae and witness their legends!”

Fenian Warrior, Conn MacRoich has traveled the earth for thousands of years, guarding the realm between mortal and Fae. His deeds are legendary. Yet, one mistake will force him on a journey to fix a broken time-line. However, on Conn’s quest, he must face a human female who will eventually bring this ancient warrior to his knees.

When Ivy O’Callaghan inherits her uncle’s estate, she never imagines there will be more secrets to unravel, including the one she hides from the world. With the help of a mysterious stranger, she learns to trust and step out of the shadows. However, nothing prepares Ivy when she learns Conn’s true identity.

As the loom of fate weaves a thread around the lovers from two different worlds, will the sacrifices they make lead them to love? Or will their secrets destroy and separate them forever?

 

 

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Giveaway runs until July 31st and is open to residents of US and Canada.

 

 

Excerpt: 

Putting a fist to her mouth to stifle the laughter, Ivy turned when the front door to the pub blew open. The cold blast of air lashed across her face, but she gave no care. Her mouth became dry as the man stood there blocking what little light remained in the sky. His silver-blond wavy hair whipped around his chiseled face shaded by a light beard. Yet, it was those eyes that bore into hers—holding her captive. Were they silver or ice blue? She blinked several times, and swallowed.

 

 

The giant stepped into the pub and closed the door. Ivy’s gaze traveled the length of him as he made his way past her to the bar. She couldn’t help but follow him with her eyes. He was sinfully dressed in all black—jeans, boots, leather jacket opened to reveal a black tee. He was magnificent.

 

 

“Sweet Brigid,” whispered Erin. “Have the Vikings invaded Glennamore again?”

 

 

The woman’s words snapped Ivy out of her lustful trance. She looked at her friend. “Vikings in Glennamore?”

 

 

Mac placed her coat over her shoulders and chuckled. “Do not fear they were banished many centuries ago. I’ll go see what the Viking wants. I’m sure he’s only passing through and needs a pint and some food. There’s nothing in Glennamore to raid.”

 

 

The room blurred, and Ivy brushed a hand over her brow. “Not a Viking,” she uttered softly.

 

 

Erin placed a hand on her arm. “Are you all right?”

 

 

Ivy lifted her head. The gorgeous man leaned against the bar as Mac made his way to him. “I said he’s not a Viking.”

 

 

Erin smirked. “You could have fooled me.”

 

 

The man straightened as Mac pointed a finger directly in Ivy’s direction.

 

 

Ivy was unable to move, the words tumbled free as if spoken by someone else. “He’s an ancient Celt.”

 

 

The stranger immediately glanced her way, shock registering across his face as if he had heard her spoken words.

 

 

“Good Lord, you’re as white as a sheet, Ivy Kathleen.”

 

 

She barely heard Erin’s words. The Celt moved toward her, a frown marring his handsome features. A tremor slithered down her spine as she lifted her head up to meet his gaze.

 

 

“Ivy O’Callaghan?” The soft burr of his voice brushed over her face, and she couldn’t determine if it was Irish or Scottish.

 

 

Her mouth stayed dry, making her unable to acknowledge the man’s question. Nodding slowly, she took a step back. Then the Celt smiled, and Ivy thought she would melt right there on the floor. How could anyone look that gorgeous?

 

 

Erin nudged her. “Forgive my friend, Ivy Kathleen, she seems to have lost her voice.”

 

 

Recovering her wits, Ivy replied, “Sorry. I’m done telling stories about my life in the States.”

 

 

The Celt arched a brow. “Not interested in your stories. Sean Casey sent me to inspect your repairs.”

 

 

“You know Sean?” interrupted Erin.

 

 

Smiling, the man nodded. “Most of his life. I’m Conn MacRoich.”

 

 

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 Mary Morgan

 

Author Biography:

Award-winning Scottish paranormal romance author, Mary Morgan, resides in Northern California, with her own knight in shining armor. However, during her travels to Scotland, England, and Ireland, she left a part of her soul in one of these countries and vows to return.

 
Mary’s passion for books started at an early age along with an overactive imagination. She spent far too much time daydreaming and was told quite often to remove her head from the clouds. It wasn’t until the closure of Borders Books where Mary worked that she found her true calling–writing romance. Now, the worlds she created in her mind are coming to life within her stories.

  

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My Baby Wrote Me A Letter by @JacqBiggar #ReleaseDay + #Giveaway! #womensfiction #mgtab #books


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Title: My Baby Wrote Me A Letter

Author: Jacquie Biggar

Genre: Women’s Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

A family’s brush with the past will threaten the fabric of their lives.

 

Grace Freeman is eight months pregnant, and with her navy husband away on a mission, she craves the security of her childhood home in Canada.

 

When she finds a letter written by her long-lost mother, it creates a tear in the foundation of those she loves.

 

Can Grace find a way to bring her family peace, or will a message from the past destroy their future?

 

 

Special Canada Day Giveaway:

Jacquie would like to gift an e-copy of My Baby Wrote Me A Letter to one lucky commenter. All you have to do is share your favorite Canada Day/4th of July/Summertime food/drink at the bottom of the post.

 

Open internationally.

 

Jackie will choose a winner on Wednesday, July 5th.

 

 

Excerpt:

Home.

 

He’d been to many beautiful countries in his lifetime, but nothing had ever quite compared to the Canadian Rockies. He remembered the first time he and Beth had traveled this road, young and in love. They had just enough money to put a down payment on the acreage, the house came later—in stages as the kids were born. Money was tight, but it hadn’t mattered. They had a roof, the land supplemented their diet. And then he’d ruined it by taking the correspondent job.

 

They hit a deep pothole and he grunted, feeling the punch to his arthritic joints.

 

Thomas glanced over his shoulder, hands wrestling the steering wheel. “Sorry, Dad. We’re getting the road re-topped, just waiting for the frost heaves to come out first.”

 

Ben looked back, too, a reckless grin on his still-round face. “I told him to leave it, more fun this way.”

 

Leo leaned forward so he could tap his brother’s head. “You’re such an idiot,” he said, the affection obvious in his tone.

 

“Hey,” Ben grouched good-naturedly, rubbing the supposed injury. “Watch the hair.”

 

“What hair?” Grace added her two bits, her smile bright enough to light up the dim cab.

Ben shot her a wounded look. “Ouch. That hurts, sis. You know I’m sensitive about my curls.”

It was true. He could have had shares in a popular hair product, the amount he used to flatten those dreaded curls.

 

“You kids quit your squabbling,” Ray muttered, anxious for his first glimpse of the house. He’d only been away a few months, but it seemed longer. In some indefinable way, he thought if he just waited long enough, maybe Beth would hear he’d changed and come back. Silly probably, but his heart lived in hope nonetheless.

 

He placed his hand over the letter hidden away in his chest pocket, and met Gracie’s worried gaze. Did she realized just how much she looked like her mother with the same expressive, warm hazel eyes and silky chestnut hair? It hit him in the solar plexus every time she smiled.

 

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Jacquie Biggar

 

Author Biography:

JACQUIE BIGGAR  is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males and strong, contemporary women willing to show their men that true power comes from love.

 

She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

 

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

 

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can’t function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart. 🙂

 

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Mud Run Murder by USA Today Bestseller @LeslieLangtry #books #cozycomedy #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title:  MUD RUN MURDER

Author: Leslie Langtry

Genre:  Cozy Comedy

Publisher:  Gemma Halliday Publishing

 

Book Blurb: 

Ex-CIA Agent turned small town Girl Scout leader, Merry Wrath, thinks she has her hands full getting her troop ready for the Mud Run out at scout camp. But a trip to the movies, where she sees her whole career played out on the big screen, turns her focus from little girls to great big lies. Turns out her former handler, Riley, is hiding something and the Agency is on the warpath, thinking Merry has leaked classified intel.

 
From a bizarre organization called Coats for Cats to redecorating her guest room with bullet holes, her life is turning into a Merry-go-round of misdirection, miscreants and misdemeanors. Can she clear her name, or will the Mud Run turn into a run for her life?

 

Excerpt:

CHAPTER ONE

 

If you ever are given a choice between defending yourself against two hit men in a back alley in Qatar, armed only with a wire coat hanger (don’t ask), and giving a pill to a cat, I’d suggest you go with the former. And I’m speaking from experience. In both situations.

 

Philby, my Hitler-doppelganger cat, could keep her mouth closed as tightly as two steel rods fused together and doused with water in Antarctica. It turned out that she didn’t like pills. Unfortunately for her, the slipped disc in her back wouldn’t stop shooting pain up her spine until she took them.

 

Maybe I should have tried Kevlar oven mitts? The cat hadn’t bitten me yet, but she was struggling like a pissed-off feline on speed.

 

“I’m doing this for your own good,” I insisted through gritted teeth.

 

The vet had suggested (while suppressing hysterical laughter) wrapping her tightly in a towel with only her face exposed. I’d done that, but all I got was an angry cat burrito whose lips refused to budge. I tried to figure out a way to hold the beast and pry her lips open. Once you got past the lips, there was a whole new litany of problems, including having to deal with the tiny, interlocking teeth, inserting the pill, and getting her to swallow the damn thing. This venture made the planning of D-day look like a walk in the park. A literal walk in the park.

 

“Philby! You won’t get better if you don’t take this! The vet said this stuff will relax your muscles, allowing the disc to slip back into place!”

 

Have you ever tried reasoning with a cat? In my career in the CIA, I’d had to reason with a Belgian nudist wielding a meat cleaver, a paranoid Mexican drug lord who’d had way too much LSD and believed he was a sloth, and a very hostile nun in Chile brandishing knitting needles. None of them were this stubborn. Well, that’s not entirely true. The nun was behaving like a toddler throwing a tantrum. But that wasn’t the point.

 

I tucked Philby, still wrapped in a towel, under my left arm. Bracing against the counter for the illusion of some semblance of support, I held the upper jaw in my left hand and the lower jaw in my right and squeezed. The lips parted with a juicy smack, but the teeth wouldn’t give.

 

An idea popped into my head. While still struggling with the cat in the towel, I said the one word that would open her mouth. A name that usually sent her into a vicious hissing spree and, most of the time, ended with her on her side, helpless and spent.

 

“Bobb,” I said directly to her. I even went the extra mile and pronounced the second b. She didn’t like the name because a guy named Bobb once tried to kill her. I couldn’t blame the cat.

 

Philby hissed, and I wedged my fingers between her teeth. Using my left index finger, I shoved the pill into her mouth and then slammed it shut and held it closed.

 

“What are you doing?” Rex appeared behind me. He must’ve used his key to get in.

 

“Great timing,” I said as my cat squirmed, hissing in my arms. “A few moments earlier, and you could’ve helped.”

 

“Why is Philby foaming at the mouth?” he asked.

 

Philby was foaming at the mouth. Really foaming. She looked like a rabid feline dictator who’d just swallowed saliva-activated bubble bath.

 

“Oh crap,” I said as I leaned forward and blew into her face.

 

The cat’s eyes grew wide, but she swallowed. I don’t know why that worked. The vet had suggested it. I can tell you that if anyone held my face shut and blew on it, swallowing wouldn’t be the first thing to pop into my head.

 

“It’s tramadol,” I explained as I unwrapped my furious cat. “If he holds it in his mouth and doesn’t swallow it foams up.” I ran the towel over her mouth. “Which is kind of a bizarre side effect, if you ask me.”

 

Philby gave me a death stare that in her mind probably paralyzed me with fear, but in reality made me wonder what Rex was doing over here. The hunky detective (who was also my boyfriend) lived directly across the street from me.

 

“Why are you here?” I tossed the towel on the counter and scooped up Martini—Philby’s kitten who looked a lot like Elvis. She still loved me. Hmm…I’d have to sleep with one eye open tonight. Philby was probably plotting something.

 

“We have a date.” Rex kissed me on the forehead.

 

“Oh wow! I totally forgot.” And I had, but I was going to blame my evil, non-pill-swallowing cat for that.

 

“Pizza’s on its way,” Rex said over his shoulder as he headed for the door.

 

“I’ll be there in a few!” I shouted, but the door had already closed behind him.

 

Why had I forgotten about our date? It was Friday, and on Friday nights we always had pizza and rented a movie. Sometimes I took the cats, and my awesome boyfriend even had a litter box and food for them.

 

Martini suddenly decided I was evil. She hissed at me as she jumped down to the floor and, with her head held high, trotted off down the hallway to find her injured mother. So I was guessing the felines wouldn’t be joining us tonight.

 

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Leslie Langtry

 

Author Biography:

Leslie Langtry is the USA TODAY Bestselling author of the Merry Wrath Mysteries, the Greatest Hits Series, the Aloha Lagoon Ukulele Mysteries and Sex, Lies & Family vacations.

She is not, nor ever has been a former CIA agent or an assassin (a question that surprisingly comes up more than you’d think). She has been a Girl Scout Volunteer for 15 years and was a troop leader for 10 years – which gave her a wealth of material that she uses in her books.

Leslie lives in the Midwest with her family and assorted animals and has an unnatural obsession with cake. You can find out more about her and her books at http://www.leslielangtry.com .

 

 

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Just another day in paradise Gun for Hire by @j_j_montgomery #romanticsuspense #giveaway #TWRP


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Title: Gun for Hire

Author: J.J. Montgomery

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

 

Book Blurb:

The job should have been easy—patrol a swank beach that serves as a backyard for Maui’s rich, kick out the riffraff, and get a tan in the process. But rent-a-cop Samantha Winters didn’t anticipate a deliciously grumpy cop, Sergeant Grady Roark, who comes down to the beach to bust her chops and instead leaves her breathless…and wondering why the one man who could help her seems determined to thwart her at every turn.

 

Grady is keeping secrets from Sam that have him walking the line between attraction and duty. But when Sam becomes the target of a shadowy organization, Grady will have to choose between the law and the temptation of a woman who has him breaking every rule he’s ever known.

 

The job should have been easy, but when the bullets start flying, Sam learns nothing is as easy as it seems when you’re a Gun for Hire.

 

 

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Excerpt:

“The sunlight was intense after a half hour in that gloomy space, but I squinted hard and kept moving toward a narrow set of steps down to the parking lot. Grady walked a few paces behind me, and if he heard the crinkle of paper as I moved, he elected not to say anything.

 

Grady hit the remote to his truck and grabbed for the passenger side door, his hand light on my elbow as he helped me up. Paper crackled as my butt hit the seat and Grady’s eyes narrowed. Without a word, he slammed my door and went around to the driver’s side, climbing up into the cab and stabbing the keys into the ignition.

 

“So, I—” I hesitated as I shifted in my seat and my movement was accompanied by the distinct sound of cardboard bending.

 

“No,” Grady muttered, and clicked on the radio. “No talking.”

 

“But—”

 

“Shh.” Grady put a finger to his lips, his eyes still on the road. “Any minute you’re going to tell me about the felony crime you just committed. And then I’m going to have to deal with the fact that I was an accessory to a felony crime.”

 

“Umm, yeah.” I reached around to the back of my pants and eased the file folder up from my waistband, working it out slowly so as to not lose anything as Grady headed up the hillside toward his house. As I brought it around to look at it, the red block letters damning me to years of incarceration should I get caught, a muscle ticked in Grady’s jaw.

 

“You stole classified documents.” He shook his head from side to side.

 

I looked up at Grady and then down at the mangled file with the red Top Secret heading. I took a corner of the front sheet and ripped across the width of the page, separating the words “Top Secret” from the rest of the paper.

 

“They’re declassified now.” I crumpled up the classification and shoved it in my pocket.

 

Grady sighed.

 

I shrugged and opened the file.

 

 

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Author Biography:

J.J. MONTGOMERY writes romantic suspense novels with a sense of humor. Her heroines are as smart as they are smart mouthed and the men in their lives are just trying to keep up. Gun for Hire is the first book in J.J.’s Maui Heat Series.

 

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#FREEBIE Alert: A Guardian Falls by @Rtranbooks #books #fantasy #IARTG #IAN1


A Guardian Falls

Title:  A Guardian Falls

Author: R. Tran

Genre: Fantasy

Book Blurb:

All looks bleak when Mara is forced to return home after her love’s brush with death. She only has one magical artifact and the army seems out of reach. The consequences should she fail or even succeed finally set in and Mara has doubts about everything.  There will be a war of blades and magic with Mara at the center, but Mara wonders if she has the strength to survive.

Excerpt:

In the dim morning light, Mara heard voices in the distance too faint to understand. Bishop shifted below her, anxious for the coming battle. Mara pulled her cloak tighter against the chill air and damp drizzle as she waited for news of Laran’s army. A few of the horses behind her snorted their dislike of Drake’s swift approach.

“It’s just as we thought. Half his troops went south in an attempt to flank us and back us into the mountains, but the remainder are coming head on. It shouldn’t be long now. Is the shield in place?” Drake asked, looking off to the horizon.

“It has been since first light. Its constant hum is driving me crazy. Every fiber in my body longs to bring it down,” she informed him.

“You’ll be distracted soon enough,” Drake assured her.

Mara gave a forced smile. “I only want one man’s life. It’s a shame so many will have to die defending him.”

“I’m sure he’s saying the same thing.”

“He’s not on the battlefield. He’s locked away in the castle somewhere. I can feel it,” she spat annoyed at his cowardice. She looked to Drake. “How was Kess?”

“Worried about you. Don’t worry, you’ll see each other tonight,” Drake promised.

Mara looked up when a spell crashed into the shield above. Unsure of what was going on, Bishop sidestepped. Mara calmed him and he didn’t move when another spell crashed into the shield. Flames licked the shield overhead but rolled off like water on oiled canvas.

“What are they up to?” Drake asked, looking up as well.

“My guess is they’re trying to bring down the shield so they can kill us with magic.”

Drake gave her a weary look. He was all too familiar with magic. “Are you sure this will hold?”

“No, but it was created by magic far stronger than any they have,” Mara replied as blue lightning crackled over the shield’s surface. “They’re getting closer.”

Arrows darkened the sky in the distance. “The battle’s begun,” Drake said menacingly. He drew his sword with a mischievous grin and kicked his horse into a run. “See you tonight,” he called as he rode off. Mara drew a short sword and kicked Bishop into a run. The other men were at his heels. Everyone was eager to begin. The sooner it started, the sooner it would end.

Mara reined Bishop into a throng of men ahead of her. He eagerly rushed in and pushed men out of his way. She swung down on an enemy soldier successfully severing an artery. Blood sprayed out as he fell to the ground. She caught another squarely in the chest knocking him backwards. She barely had time to pull out her axe before he fell. Mara cut off a man’s hand as he raised it to swing at one of her soldiers.

As Mara pressed forward, a man lunged into her path. She instantly threw her axe and struck him in the chest. Mara heard the crunch of bone when it hit and the man sank to his knees gasping for air. Three men caught her by surprise and rushed toward her with the intent of dragging her off her horse. Mara wouldn’t have time to go around them.

Bishop, on the other hand, saw them and stopped suddenly. Rearing up, he kicked one man in the head on the way up and another in the chest on the way down. Mara formed a blue ball of flame and held it in her hand waiting to hurl it at the third when she landed. His eyes went wide when he saw the ball headed towards him.

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Author Biography: R. Tran is a first-time author who started writing as therapy after losing her father at 16. Her first manuscript was finished 4 years later, but sat around for years gathering dust before she had the courage to let someone read it. Sixteen years and many revisions later, what began as therapy is now a published novel.
Twenty years after her father’s death she has a husband, two children, and a dog he never met.

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#ReleaseDay + #Giveaway — Happily Ever After by USA Today Bestseller @RuthACasie #romance #books


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Title: Happily Ever After

Author: Ruth A. Casie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Timeless Scribes Publishing

 

Book Blurb:

From a fall from literary stardom to becoming the heroine in her own romance story, Beth Holmes has turned around her career and her love life. She owes it all to one very special person.

Jarred Watson has loved Beth since he read her first novel and suspected the heroine was the embodiment of the author. But the road to romance was fraught with pitfalls. He almost lost everything because of a conniving agent and a little white lie that got out of hand. At the eleventh hour, with honesty and hard work, their book sales are off the charts and a movie deal is in negotiations.

Interfering families and changed plans take their toll. Will they go their separate ways or will Holmes and Watson continue their literary collaboration and personal partnership in order to find their own happily ever after?

 

Excerpt:

“What have you found?” She pushed her research aside, more interested in what he had to say.

He put his pen down and sat back, his casual manner indicating he wasn’t in any hurry. A glint of humor lit his eyes, and an easy smile played at the corners of his mouth. The thrill of his obvious interest in her buoyed her spirits. Her smile broadened, it was the polite thing to do, although polite never entered her mind.

“Men tend to be task-oriented, not at all talkative. They’re more action oriented when it comes to dealing with emotions. Faced with a woman’s emotions, rather than listen, they try to fix it.”

That made her think. Visions of how her Detective Ryan reacted to Jo Dee ran through her mind. They weren’t in line with Jarred’s conclusion. Startled and intrigued by the revelation that Ryan’s reactions were more like those of a woman.

“Women, on the other hand,” she responded before he could say another word, “are intuitive, especially about the nonverbal cues like tone, emotion, and empathy. Because they’re good communicators they do well in groups, talk through the issues, and focus on how to create solutions that work for the group. You’re right. When men are faced with a woman’s emotion, they go right for the solution. But solutions are the last thing she wants. A woman wants comfort, cuddling, and empathy.”

“Interesting.” He chuckled. “Men are not known for their empathy.” He brought his chair closer to hers. “Like stress,” he said. “Under stress, men exhibit the “fight or flight” response.”

Beth nodded. She hadn’t considered the differences in gender reactions in that context. “Women don’t think fight or flight, at least not initially. Under stress they work to protect the group. It has to do with protecting the young and seeing to the family unit. They also think very differently about sex.”

A sly smile brightened his face. She wanted to slam her hand over her mouth.

“They do?” He dropped his voice to a low raspy whisper and sent chills, the good kind, up her back and to other places.

“For a woman, sex starts in their head, not necessarily between her legs.” Shit. Her face was so hot she was going to go up in flames. Jeez, that’s what Jo Dee would say, definitely not Beth Alexander.

“Oh really?” If she thought his soft, male mellow voice or his smoldering stare couldn’t get any sexier, she got that totally wrong.

“I’m a romance writer. I write about relationships and emotions,” she replied.

“And sex,” he added. Was he extending an invitation? She wasn’t a loose woman, but she was more than tempted to say yes. And that was her notion, not Jo Dee’s.

 

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RUTH A. CASIE is a USA Today bestselling author of historical swashbuckling action-adventure time-travel romance about strong empowered women and the men who deserve them, endearing flaws and all. Ruth also writes contemporary romance with enough action to keep you turning pages. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, three empty bedrooms and a growing number of incomplete counted cross-stitch projects. Before she found her voice, she was a speech therapist (pun intended), client liaison for a corrugated manufacturer, and international bank product and marketing manager vice president, but her favorite job is the one she’s doing now—writing romance. She hopes her stories become your favorite adventures. For more information, please visit www.RuthACasie.com or visit her on Facebook, @RuthACasie, Twitter, @RuthACasie, or Pinterest RuthACasie.

 

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Viable Threat by @JulieRoweAuthor #romanticsuspense #books #newrelease #TuesdayBookBlog


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Title: Viable Threat

Author: Julie Rowe

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Book Blurb:

Special Forces soldier and medic Walter River would give anything to snatch more than a few seconds of down time to see if he can rattle the no-nonsense and incredibly hot Dr. Lloyd he’s protecting, but dodging explosions, snipers, and student radicals who’ve unleashed a lethal bio-engineered microorganism have made that almost impossible. Maybe he’ll get a chance—if he can figure out how to keep them both alive.

CDC microbiologist Ava Lloyd races to find a cure for a bio-terrorism organism sweeping El Paso. The few stolen moments with her very hunky bodyguard River have been explosive, but no matter how alluring he is, she can’t afford to get distracted. The clock is ticking, people are dying by the hundreds, and once this crisis is solved, they’ll both be off on their next assignment, thousands of miles apart.

Excerpt:

She rested her head against the back of the seat and gave him a strange sort of sad smile. “You know what I’d like to do right now?”

He grunted and wagged his index finger. “That is a trick question.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

He liked seeing the smile on her face. He liked seeing her face, period. “Tell me, Mouse, what would you like to do right now?”

She waved him closer, and he leaned toward her. She did it again, then put a hand on his shoulder and pulled herself up so she could whisper in his ear, “I’d like to take that respirator off you and kiss you, silly.”

She let go of him and resumed her previous position on the seat. He sat perfectly still. It took just about everything in him to not rip the mask off and grant her wish.

“I’m sorry,” she said, with as close to soundless as a voice could get. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

He looked at her and realized she thought he was embarrassed or some shit like that.

“I’m uncomfortable,” he murmured. “Because I’ve had a damned hard-on since I bandaged you up.” Her pupils widened, and her mouth dropped open. “When this is over, you can kiss any part of me you want for as long as you like, just as long as I can return the favor.”

“Oh,” she breathed out. When her tongue licked over her lips, he had to chain his hands to his sides to keep from grabbing her.

Though a blush heated her cheeks, tears filled her eyes until they spilled over and tracked down her face. “Chances are, that’s just a dream.”

It just about killed him to see her so sad. “Hey.” He couldn’t keep the growl out of his voice. “No Negative Nancys allowed on this trip.”

“I’ve got a headache, River. A fever can’t be far behind.”

“That happy bastard Henry is going to come up with some kind of magic potion that will kick this bug’s ass.”

“If that were possible, we’d know.”

“We’ve been so busy blowing sh*t up, we might not have been told.”

She slanted a disbelieving glance at him. “You just spoke with our boss. I think she would have mentioned any magic potions, if they’d been available.”

He ran his hands through his hair. “Could you work with me, Mouse? We’ve got a mass murderer to catch, and I need you ready and able to help reel in the son-of-a-bitch.”

“Ah, I see what you’re doing. Trying to put me in a good mood.”

“Jesus f**k, woman, you think I’d tell you how much I want you just to put you in a good mood?” He leaned down, grabbing the top of the seat on either side of her head. “Do I look like a motivational speaker?”

She studied him, her gaze flicking across his face and uniform. Covered in dirt, debris, and blood, he looked like a walking nightmare. “You look like a soldier on a mission.”

“That’s true, but not all of it.” He whispered, “I’ve got another mission. A personal one. You.”

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Author Biography:

Julie Rowe’s first career as a medical lab technologist in Canada took her to the Northwest Territories and northern Alberta, where she still resides. She loves to include medical details in her romance novels, but admits she’ll never be able to write about all her medical experiences because, “Fiction has to be believable”. Julie writes romantic suspense and romantic military thrillers. Her most recent titles include Viable Threat, the first book in the Disease Control and Enforcement series, and Viral Justice, book three of the Biological Response Team series. You can find her at www.julieroweauthor.com , on Twitter @julieroweauthor or at her Facebook page: www.facebook.com/JulieRoweAuthor

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Fire in the Wind by Judy Bruce is Ripped From the Headlines! #bookreview #FridayReads #suspense


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Title: Fire in the Wind (Wind Series #4)

Author: Judy Bruce

Genre: Mystery, Suspense, Fiction

Book Blurb:

The fourth story in the “Wind” series finds Megan outraged by a cross burning on her land, and she forms the Night Posse and then strikes back. Meanwhile, she is saddened by the tragic illness of her dear friend, James. After her new boyfriend is killed, she is jailed for his murder. Later she fights to the death in the darkness against an avenger. An undercover cop pursues her. When a dying James attempts to end his life, Megan is forced to act.

My Review:

Life is never easy and fraught with pain. For Megan Docket, truer words haven’t been spoken. She’s still reeling from the murder of her unborn baby girl, the pain rendering her inconsolable.

Megan knows something is wrong and as she looks out onto her land, surrounded by friends and family, fire lights the sky. A fiery cross of hate on her property and anger burns in Megan’s belly. Who would do such a thing? The KKK haven’t been seen in her community so who’s behind it? It’s an omen, only Megan hasn’t any idea where to turn.

James, her dear friend and father-figure, is struck down with a stroke. If it hadn’t been for Megan sensing it, he’d probably be dead. As James recovers in the hospital, Megan must come to terms with James’ ill health.

Days before her divorce from Brian is finalized, men are swarming around her like bees to honey. There’s her current boyfriend, Zane, who is dealing with PTSD. Brian, her soon-to-be ex-husband, wants to come back, making empty promises. There’s newcomer Raz, an Arab Christian man, who makes Megan’s life more complicated (is that even possible). Then there’s Jay, a salesman who melts her insides with his sultry gaze. It’s raining men for Megan and she must weed through the platitudes to discover who’s honest and true. But when Raz is murdered after they have an argument and Megan is arrested, has her tormented past caught up with her? Only the Wind knows for sure…

I know I said this before, but this is Judy Bruce’s best book yet. From emotionally-charged life events to being arrested for murder, Megan finds herself at a crossroads between love and pain. Which path does she choose? Or is the choice out of her hands? An intriguing sub-plot and one that made me contemplate things.

The main plot is two-fold: quality of life after a stroke and racial hatred. Events such as cross burnings and discrimination based on religion/skin color are at the forefront of Fire in the Wind. Bruce doesn’t shy away from these societal issues and I, for one, am glad. She lays bare how hatred festers and is illogical. Beautifully written and I wish I could force hate groups to read this book.

The second part of the plot deals with quality of life after a stroke. James wrote in his will a Do Not Resuscitate order and made it very clear he didn’t want to live off of machines. Derek and Vonny are James’ children who are trying to deal with the situation as best as they can but don’t want to say good-bye to their father. Bruce creates an interesting scenario and while I don’t offer my personal opinion here, Bruce exposes Megan to all the conflicting emotions that comes with assisted death/suicide. It touched me so much that I cried. Yes, I was so immersed in the story, I couldn’t help myself.

Fire in the Wind is an unconventional mystery/suspense that I couldn’t put down. Plot twists kept me trying to figure out what was going on before it was revealed. I enjoyed Megan’s men troubles and found myself laughing out loud at a few lines. I can’t recommend this book enough! A must read!

Favorite Character/Quote:

“The hands still held me. Why was I bound to so much pain? They all hurt me – Dad, Mom, Bill, Brian, Zane, Beverly, James, Derek, Vonny, even Scottie. The people I cared about the most hurt me the most. If I gave Jay the chance, he would probably hurt me, too.”

My Rating:  5+ stars

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Author Biography:

Judy Bruce is a novelist and screenwriter. In addition of her acclaimed novel, Death Steppe: A World War II Novel, three stories have been published from her Wind Series: Voices in the Wind, Alone in the Wind, and Cries in the Wind. Her next novel, Fire in the Wind, will be published in the spring of 2017 by Merriam Press, with Lies in the Wind to follow in the fall of 2017. Judy maintains a website at https://judybruce.com  and a blog at https://heyjoood.com . She is a wife, mother, and sister residing in Omaha, Nebraska, and a Creighton University law school graduate. Her autistic son keeps her in touch with her quirky side.

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What starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder: The Baron’s Cufflinks by @pjmaclayne #mystery


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Title: The Baron’s Cufflinks

Author: P.J. MacLayne

Genre: Women Sleuth, Mystery

 

Blurb:

What starts as Girl’s Night Out ends in murder, and Harmony Duprie is a suspect.

 

She’s innocent, of course, but with no alibi, the sheriff’s department won’t remove her from the list of suspects. It doesn’t help when a waitress from the bar gets beaten up and the only clue is a slip of paper with Harmony’s name on it. Throw in a rookie deputy dead set on building his reputation and Harmony must tread carefully.

 

But caution isn’t Harmony’s middle name and she plunges head first into danger to defend her honor.

 

What she finds is a web of half-truths and suspicions implicating several law enforcement agencies, with Jake, her ex-lover, stuck in the middle of it all.

 

Can Harmony rescue Jake and find the real culprit before she becomes the next victim?

 

Excerpt:

In this scene, Harmony Duprie, my heroine, gets the first inkling that her carefully scripted life is about to go off-track again.

 

“I’m Deputy Theo Nelson. I’d like to ask you a few questions.” The impossibly young man’s starched uniform crinkled as he moved.

 

Instinct had me reaching for my purse then I remembered the lessons Freddie had drilled into me about dealing with officers of the law. “I’m going to get my phone out of my purse to make a call,” I told him. “If that’s okay with you.”

 

“Can it wait? I need to ask you a few questions concerning the incident last night. May I?” With a wave of his hand, he indicated the chair.

 

Instinct and experience told me to tell him no, but I found myself nodding.

 

He adjusted his duty belt, took a seat, and pulled out a small notebook. “For the record, I understand that you and some of your friends were at The Dog House last night?”

 

“Yes,” I said curtly, planning on keeping my answers short and to the point. I wasn’t comfortable with the situation, but couldn’t deny the truth.

 

His monotone delivery of the rest of the night’s event made it seem boring. I answered each statement with either a curt “yes” or “No.” Mostly.

 

“One witness said Mr. Foard hit you.”

 

“The witness is wrong. He pushed the waitress but was so drunk that when he tried to grab me, I avoided him with no problem. The bartender put an end to it and one of his buddies offered to take him home.”

 

He scribbled a few notes then looked up at me. I recognized the technique—he hoped the silence would make me uncomfortable and I would say more. It didn’t work. I waited. He sighed.

 

“How long did you stay after they left?” he asked.

 

“Only long enough to pay the bill.”

 

“Can anyone corroborate your story?”

 

“Besides the staff and other customers? Talk to Detective Thomason. He met us there.”

 

“Fred Thomason?”

 

“Yes, do you know him?”

 

“By reputation. Can Detective Thomason vouch for your whereabouts the rest of the night?”

 

“No. He was on duty. Once we were safe, he took off and the four of us headed home.”

 

The deputy closed his notebook, pulled a card out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. “Thank you, Miss Duprie. If we need anything we’ll be in touch.” He tapped the card. “That’s my number if you remember something else.”
“Deputy,” I said. “What’s this about?”

 

He paused as if considering what he could reveal. “Mr. Foard was shot last night.”

 

“Is he going to be okay?” Even if I didn’t like the man, I wished no ill on him.

 

“He’s dead, Miss Duprie.”

 

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Author Biography:

Born and raised among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania, P.J. MacLayne still finds inspiration for her books in that landscape. She is a computer geek by day and a writer by night who currently lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains. When she’s not in front of a computer screen, she might be found exploring the back roads of the nearby national forests and parks. In addition to the Free Wolves’ stories, she is also the author of the Oak Grove series.

 

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The Rancher’s Baby Proposal by @BarbaraWDaille + @HarlequinBooks #romance #western


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The Rancher’s Baby Proposal by Barbara White Daille

 

From the back cover

 

HER SECRET COWBOY CRUSH

 

Ally Martinez has always been known as a fun and flirty kind of gal. But deep down she’s never forgotten the cowboy who left town. When her crush Reagan Chase comes home after a five-year absence, Ally knows this is her big chance. The guy I’ve always wanted. Only Reagan has something different in mind…

 

Still reeling from his last relationship, Reagan needs a babysitter for his month-old son. With Ally’s help, he can get his family’s ranch ready for sale and get out of Cowboy Creek. The problem? Ally is one seriously cute distraction. But Reagan will do whatever it takes to keep his heart safe. Even if it means losing the only place—and the only woman—he can call home.

 

Excerpt from the book

 

He dipped his head and brushed his mouth against hers. Just that light touch left her lips tingling. Without a second’s pause, she reached up—way up—to rest her hands on his shoulders. She had to touch him, to hold him, to know he was real.

 

And he was.

 

This was Reagan Chase.

 

After all her years of longing for him, Reagan was finally within her reach. Even better, he was kissing her. That kiss gave her the one thing she had always lacked, the one thing she had always needed to spice up her life—the hot, peppery, flavorful taste of Reagan’s mouth on hers.

 

He slipped one arm around her, holding her close, making her aware of every place their bodies touched. She was just as aware when he lifted his head and let go of her to step away.

 

She looked at him, not realizing she had forgotten to breathe until she was forced to gulp a mouthful of air. His gaze dropped to her blouse for a moment before returning to her face.

 

His face looked shell-shocked.

 

As if already reading the first warnings, her heart dropped into a sad, thumping beat.

 

“I was out of line,” he said. “That was uncalled for.”

 

Her defenses rose into place. She was Ally Martinez. The Girl Most Likely… She tilted her head and batted her lashes at him. “Well, I’d have called for something like that a long time ago if I had known it was on offer.”

 

“It wasn’t. It shouldn’t have been.”

 

“Why not? What’s wrong with it? We’re both consenting adults.”

 

He backed another step and shoved his hands into his back pockets. More than likely, he had no idea the move accentuated the hard curves and planes of his chest.

 

“Reagan,” she said, fighting to keep her tone light, “it was only a kiss. I’ll bet you give them out by the dozen and throw in a few extra, the way Sugar does with her sweet rolls.” She wanted to step forward again, as if they were dancing a cha-cha and it was her turn to chase him.

 

She would follow him anywhere.

 

But his expression told her he would refuse to lead.

 

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Barbara White Daille

 

About the Author

Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing about those subjects, too!

 

Barbara wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis. Sign up for her newsletter to keep up with the latest in her writing life:  http://barbarawhitedaille.com/newsletter .

 

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Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf by @KryssieFortune #Erotic #PNR #NewRelease


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Title Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf

Author Kryssie Fortune

Genre Erotic Paranormal Romance

Publisher Loose id

Book Blurb

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride.

Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate–and they’re not sharing.

A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?

Excerpt

In the deserted street outside Tempest’s workplace, a golden werewolf threw back his head and howled. The faint scent of his mate tickled his nostrils, sweet and floral with a hint of spice. Seth breathed deeply, drawing it into his lungs. He couldn’t stay here, since a mythological creature walking York’s streets would cause a panic. People would run from his eight-foot werewolf form. Some might have an adrenaline rush and attack him. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass Hades by injuring humans or ending up in the newspapers.

Seth shifted to human and pulled on the black jeans and leather jacket Hades had left him. As Hades had promised, he found the key to his hotel suite in his pocket. A little luxury wouldn’t go amiss after the endless bland days in the Elysian Fields. Being dead wasn’t all Seth expected it to be. He’d lacked purpose or goals. Having a mission made him feel truly alive, even if it had meant turning werewolf to accept it.

Back in the underworld, his cheeks had ached from the constant smiling, and he’d found the endless joy galling. His riding skills had been the pride of his human existence, but the horses in the Elysian Fields behaved more like oversized puppies than wild stallions. Bored, he’d meandered through the afterlife, grinning like a loon and hating every moment.

Finally, Hades had taken pity on him. Now Seth had a task to fulfill and a mate to claim. It wouldn’t take long to drag the traitor Elias back to his cell in Tartarus. The selfish bastard deserved every torment he suffered after almost plunging the ancient Macedonian kingdom into civil war.

Afterward, Seth would enjoy some serious loving with the woman who smelled of wildflowers and freedom. Before he set out, Hades had given him her name—Tempest—and sworn she wouldn’t be able to resist Seth’s charms. Their connection would seethe with intensity and need. Thinking about it left him aching inside. Once he found her, he’d woo her with expensive gifts and pretty words. Although, maybe he’d spank her pretty ass first.

****

Elias battled the dark hunger inside him. Tempest’s well-being mattered more than his unnatural thirst. While he wanted to claim her, he’d treat her with the respect she deserved.

Boom. An explosion echoed through his skull, so loud it almost deafened him. Boom. It sounded again. Boom. His muscles tensed, and he scanned the room for danger. Boom. Realization dawned. Tempest made him whole and set his heart beating for the first time in centuries. Bride. She’s my bride. The Tuchulcha demons will hurt her to hurt me. 

Werewolves had fated mates, but vampires had brides—the one woman who made their heart beat. Tempest was his, and he’d never willingly leave her side. The depth of his emotions scared him more than the Persian hordes, but humans married, not mated. What if she didn’t feel the same?

His heart pounded in a series of explosions. Heat flowed through him, warming his blood and delighting his soul. His pulse beat like a war drum in his wrist. The longer he stayed with her, the steadier his heart’s rhythm became. Each rise and fall of his chest, each bomb blast of his pulse rocked his world.

Warmth suffused his body. His thoughts seemed sharper, and his pain faded into insignificance beside his need to love and protect his bride. He’d heard legends of how vampires’ brides brought new life to their soul mates, but he’d never expected to find a bride of his own. The idea both terrified and delighted him.

After so many centuries of suffering, he barely remembered how it felt to be human, but his timing sucked. He’d never wanted a woman the way he did Tempest, but figuring out how to claim her… Well, he’d climb that mountain once he’d dealt with the demons he knew would come after him.

Her wildflower essence mingled with the soft swish of her blood, tempting him like nothing ever had before. The sweet sound of it pulsing through her veins had him running his tongue over his dry lips. The need to taste her hardened into an obsession. His mouth watered, and his retractable fangs dropped.

Unaware of her danger, she stormed out the room. “You don’t want a doctor? It’s your funeral, but I’m still going to wash all the blood and grime off your body.”

A funeral? Something else he’d never had. In Sparta, unless you died in battle or childbirth, nobody gave a damn. No funeral. No headstone. Just a lifeless body festering in a dank pit.

His Spartan wife—the woman who’d murdered him while he slept—would have slit his throat for the “or else” he’d thrown at his angel earlier. Then again, Cynisca had done that anyway. Elias hadn’t loved her, but he hadn’t expected her to condemn him for being born Macedonian. Besides, after living in Sparta for twenty-five years, he remembered little about his birth land. Staying behind while his fellow warriors fought at Thermopylae had been humiliating.

Guarding our homes and watching our backs,” King Leonidas had called it.

Elias had known better. Considering the things he’d endured in the afterlife, it seemed unimportant now. He hadn’t expected to survive, let alone thrive under the Spartan regime. He’d been too damn angry to die for his family’s satisfaction. As the eldest son of the Macedonian king, he should have enjoyed a pampered upbringing. Instead, he’d endured the worst things Spartan culture could throw at him. No way would he stand aside and let one of his half-brothers take the Macedonian throne.

The demons had shown him his half-brothers laughing as they basked in their father’s love. They’d had everything while he’d suffered thirteen years of misery and Spartan abuse. Life in the agoge had been harsh and frightening for a seven-year-old, but after the torture he’d endured in the underworld, it seemed like a walk in the park.

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Kryssie Fortune

Author Biography

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life – or Kryssie – throws at them.

Kryssie’s pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.
Her books are all standalone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

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