Saturday, July 11, 2015

12 Alphas 12 Months blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!


12 Alphas 12 Months: Contemporary 
Sensual Romance Calendar
Boxed Set
Publication date: July 7th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance



Synopsis:


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All New Stories…with a connection. That’s right. These stories all have a main theme that unites them. Tamela Harvin is a nationally syndicated radio host who left the glitz and glamour of Hollywood to use her fame helping out those less fortunate. She loves a cause. When she contacted by a listener about a grave concern close to her heart; widower fathers struggling to find emotional support and care for their children after a lose of a wife, Tamela gets to work. Calling in all her community activist across the continent and one sharp photographer, Braden Niles, she creates a calendar of hot sexy men to raise money and support.
From one story to another, men are stepping up, and taking it off to help fathers and children in need.

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Meet your men:
Mr. January
Beg for It by Angie Daniels
Three wild erotic nights will have her begging for more…
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Mr. February
Got your Six by Erosa Knowles
In the end, the only words he needed were hers in Reclamation: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles.
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Mr. March
Succulent by TJ Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choosing something decadent from our menu…
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Mr. April
Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines
Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she’s his mate is the real challenge.
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Mr. May
Prescription for Love by Seressia Glass
She’s just what the doctor ordered in Prescription for Love
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Mr. June
Solomon’s Quest by Serenity King
He’s determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.
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Mr. July
One Hot Dare by Michelle Monkou
When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.
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Mr. August
All The Small Things by Stephanie Burke
The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards
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Mr. September
Inferno by Aliyah Burke
Sometimes the flames aren’t meant to be put out.
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Mr. October
Wicked Games by Maureen Smith
Some games are too dangerous to play.
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Mr. November
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz
Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?
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Mr. December
Seeking Santa by Latrivia S. Nelson
Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.


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Excerpt

Solomon’s Quest

Tabitha swiped her room key, opening the door. Before she’d had a chance to enter, Solomon had pushed past her to cross the threshold ahead of her.
Following swiftly on his heels—she opened her mouth to protest, but instead collided into his back with a thud when he abruptly stopped room. He’d gone stiff as a board. Tabitha could practically feel the angry energy emanating from his being.
On instinct, she shifted her gaze to see what had caused him to suddenly stop in his tracks. Her eyes narrowed and moved with precision around the room: left, center, right, and back again; right, center, left. The room was in shambles. The covers from the mattress had been tossed, all of the dresser drawers were open, and the contents of her carryall were in a heap on top of the bed.
She clenched her keycard in her hand—her knuckles straining against the card; her body trembled with anger. It took everything in her not to scream out the fury that she felt.
“Who knew you were staying at this particular hotel?” Solomon asked, his face expressionless.
His words reverberated around the room, and she repeated them in her head, Who knew you were staying in this particular hotel? That was a good question. Who?
“No one. I purposely chose not to stay in the hotel with the bridal party and the other models; however, I did book a room there, and I also checked in,” Tabitha replied, her voice somber.
Think back Tabitha. What did you miss?
Again, she scanned the room quickly, trying to commit everything to memory. To her trained eye, nothing appeared to be missing—just messy. She did, however, notice a lone piece of paper sitting in plain site in the middle of the mess on the bed. Tabitha recognized the shape and color of the slip of paper; she’d seen it often enough in the past year. She hoped Solomon didn’t notice it too. Now she only had to get to it before Solomon thought anything of it.
Tabitha made to move and was quickly halted by the sharp piercing tone of Solomon’s voice.
“Don’t you dare move, Tabitha,” Solomon snarled.
“Nonsense. I have to check my things,” she scolded.
“Not before we call the authorities,” he countered.
“No!” she said abruptly. Realizing that her tone may have been a little too brusque, she spoke more softly. “I mean not yet. Please.” Her eyes pleaded with him. She saw his hesitation. “Trust me Solomon.”
Tabitha went to move past him, but his outstretched arm held her back.
“If you’re trying to beat me to that lone piece of paper in the middle of the bed, don’t bother,” he said knowingly, moving swiftly to the bed to retrieve it.
She hurried after him. It was the same as before. The paper was folded in two and was of high quality—linen to be exact. Inside the fold was a lock of brownish black hair. The scrawling on the paper was sharp and precise. It read, Peek-a-boo I see you.
Tabitha’s breath caught in her throat. It took all of her training not to cry out in frustration. In the blink of an eye, she suddenly went from shocked to furious. I am going to get you, you crazed maniac. You and your minions, she thought to herself.
“Since you don’t want to call the authorities, you can’t stay here tonight. I’ll get someone over here to clean this mess up,” Solomon said tersely. “You are going to tell me what’s going on Tabitha. This is personal. I know you’re a part of an agency. Which one, I don’t know yet. This,” he said, holding up the note, “has nothing to do with any agency. This is real personal.”
Tabitha was relieved that though he was furious, he spoke in hushed, even tones, as he’d done since they’d entered the room. He knew the score.
She watched as he walked over to the air conditioner and turned it on full blast. He then walked over to the bathroom and kitchenette area and turned on the water.
“I can’t be seen with you Solomon.” Her voice shook.
“It’s too late now. Undoubtedly, someone’s watching you. There are security cameras all around. Anyone who really wants to know will. Are you married to anything in this room?” he asked, over the loud hum of the air conditioner and running water.
“No,” she answered, her voice scruffy.
“Good. I need to make a call,” he said, walking closer to her.

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Friday, July 10, 2015

All Bite, No Growl Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

All Bite, No Growl
Out For You
Jenika Snow

Genre: MMF Paranormal

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication:  6/1/15

ISBN: 978-1-943576-01-2
ASIN:

Word Count: 20,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron Hill

Book Description:

Forget the foreplay. For the truly committed, it’s all bite.

Willow has loved Devon and Case for as long as she can remember, but as lion shifters they will eventually find their mates. When she allows herself to be with her two lions after a drunken party, she fears she’s ruined a lifelong friendship and flees before morning.

Devon and Case have been inseparable since they could walk, but they can’t tell anyone that they are mates. The pride of shifters they belong to won’t accept a same-sex mating. There’s no way they’ll accept their love for Willow?

When a shocking revelation brings Willow’s world crashing down, she has no choice but to tell Devon and Case how she feels. Will they be able to accept what fate has thrown at them? Do they want to?


Available at ARe

Excerpt

Case let go of Willow’s shoulder and poured them all another shot. He wanted to get out of here, wanted to be alone with his mate and the female he cared about more than anything else in the world. He stared at Willow, took in her long brown hair that curled at the ends, the color of her amber eyes, and her innocent expression. She was so damn pretty, but she didn’t think she was, didn’t see herself as anything more than chubby and ugly no matter how many times they told her the opposite. Willow was smart, quiet, and timid, and so unlike the other lionesses in their pride, but she was theirs, had been part of their lives for as long as they could remember.

He loved her more than just as a friend, and he’d spoken about those feelings with Devon. It hadn’t been a surprise when his mate had said the same thing. But it wasn’t smart or fair to be with her as anything more than friends. She’d find a mate one day, and if they were physical with her, a lot of emotions would get sticky in the mix. It was better if they kept things platonic even if it was hard as hell.

He watched his mate throw back the shot, took in the strong six-foot-six height of his mate, the long black hair that fell over his forehead, and the light green eyes. His mate was a gorgeous bastard, but it pained him to keep their connection from others. He wanted to shout it loud and proud, but it wasn’t safe or smart to do so, not until everyone was more accepting of two males mating. As it was he didn’t know what would happen to them, or how they would be treated if they came out now.

Case had always liked males, had always jerked off to thinking of their hard bodies, long cocks. But he loved women too, loved the soft curves, soft voices. He couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t thought about being with another male throughout his life, about how muscle against muscle would feel, but they had only been thoughts, up until he’d been seventeen and seen Devon as his mate. He just wanted to let go, be who and what he wanted to be, and not worry how it would affect the pride, or who would care. But that wasn’t reality. What he knew for damn sure was he wanted to fucking take Devon and Willow, even if she wasn’t his mate by bond, hard and fast, get lost in them, and fuck up anyone who told him it was wrong.

His thoughts were interrupted when Willow tossed back the shot. She was not acting like her reserved self right now, but she was drunk. He’d only ever seen her like this on a couple other occasions, and it always made her more outgoing, less hidden.

She leaned in close so only he could hear her say, “Case, I think maybe I had way too much to drink.” She leaned against him and he held her close, looking over her head at Devon. His mate looked worried.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.

“No, my parents will kill me. Can I stay at your place?” She pulled back. “My parents won’t care. They loved you too, and I know your parents are gone for the weekend.”

He smiled and pushed a stray piece of hair off her forehead. “Yeah, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want you to be alone anyway.”

He led them out of the party, Devon behind, his anger still tangible. Case wanted to comfort Devon, because even if he was enraged, someone wanted to take advantage of their Willow. Now was not the time.



About the Author:


Jenika Snow is the pseudonym of a mother, wife and nurse. She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband and their two daughters, and was able to have her dream come true in 2013 by writing full-time.

Jenika started writing at a very young age. Her first story consisted of a young girl who traveled to an exotic island and found a magical doll. That story has long since disappeared, but others have taken its place.

For more information on other books by Jenika, visit her official website: www.JenikaSnow.com

Facebook author page: http://www.facebook.com/jenikasnow

Facebook personal page: http://www.facebook.com/jenika.sow





When A Beta Roars blitz & Giveaway!

When A Beta Roars 
Eve Langlais
(A Lion’s Pride #2)
Publication date: July 7th 2015
Genres: Adult, Paranormal



Synopsis:

How degrading. Stuck babysitting a woman because his alpha said so. As Pride Beta, he has better things to do with his time, like washing his impressive mane, hunting down thugs for fun, and chasing tail—sometimes his own if his lion is feeling playful.

But his babysitting job takes an unexpected turn when the woman he’s assigned guard duty over turns out to be his mate.

A female threatened by an outside wolf pack.

A woman he wants to call his own.

A mate who doesn’t fall for his charm.

Usually Beta’s leave the roaring to the Pride’s alpha, but in this case given his level of frustration, he might have to make an exception. And if anyone doesn’t like it, they can kiss his furry tail.
Rawr!


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25525645-when-a-beta-roars?ac=1


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AUTHOR BIO:

Hello, my name is Eve and I am a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance, usually with werewolves, cyborgs or aliens.

I should warn you that I possess a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I enjoy strong alpha males, and shifters. Lots of big, overprotective shifters. I am also extremely partial to aliens, the kind who like to abduct humans and then drive them insane...with pleasure. Do you like something a little darker? Then check out my cyborgs whose battle with humanity have captivated readers worldwide.

I love to write, and while I don't always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.


Author links:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3431194.Eve_Langlais
http://evelanglais.com/wordpress/home
https://www.facebook.com/eve.langlais.98
https://twitter.com/EveLanglais


Thursday, July 9, 2015

Royals Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Royals
The Anathergians Trilogy
Book Three
Michelle C Reilly


Genre: SciFi/Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: June 29, 2015

ASIN: B010C2PWC6

Word Count:  100k

Cover Artist: Michelle C Reilly

Book Description:

The highly anticipated last book in the Anathergians Trilogy is here at long last!
Together They Can Prevent the Destruction of the World

The King

Variants, humans whose altered DNA turn them into blood ravaging killers, are attacking en masse around the world. Their leader, Travik, is gathering a force from space to kill every last human.

Auden, king of the Anathergians, has the fate of the world in his hands. His hold is slipping as the threats multiply each day.

Then there’s Auden’s Lifemate, Leah, whom he loves above all others. He struggles to do what he can to ensure her safety while also protecting her from herself.

The Queen

J'ashidah, the Anathergian gathering, is upon them. There Leah will be introduced to thousands of her people and crowned as the Anathergian queen.

But Leah wants nothing more than to use her newfound Anathergian strength, along with her witch powers, to remove the threat of the Variants and their leader. It doesn’t matter that the villain is her father. She’s had enough of his continual harassment and attacks, especially to those she loves. She will do whatever it takes, including lies and deception, to end this threat.

The Royal

Travik, one of the last living Anathergian royals, wants to take Auden’s place with his daughter at his side. He will destroy everything, including every precious life on this world, to get what he wants, no matter the cost. First, however, he must convince Leah to agree with his way of thinking. And if she doesn’t… Well, he has no problem hurting, maiming, or killing those she cares for.

Available at Amazon

Excerpt

CHAPTER 1
Leah’s breath rang harsh in her ears and her heart pumped wildly in her chest. She dashed behind a wide tree, her feet barely touching the dark soil and rocks beneath her. Pine needles slapped against her warm cheeks, bringing with them the overwhelming scents of pine and sap. She froze, peering down the mountainside, its green depths ethereal in the full moon’s yellow glow. Each leaf, blade of grass, and tree groove came to her in explicit detail.
Her stomach churned as her powers surged through her veins and the left side of her neck burned from the activation of her crescent moon Designation. The blue-silver glow from her eyes shone against the branches as she scanned the area below her, searching the shadows for any signs of those in pursuit. The area had a deceptive calmness. A cool breeze swept up the incline, sweeping strands from her ponytail over her exposed neck and along her cheek.
Leah swallowed in an effort to control her breathing and squinted as a sharp pain lanced through her side.
How long have I been at this?
Judging by the moon’s placement in the cloudless sky, she guessed at least five hours.
A crack echoed to her left. She twisted her head in that direction and caught sight of a branch bouncing back into place two hundred yards to the east of her.
Too close. They’ll be on top of me in seconds.
Turning about, she combed the area to determine a getaway route.
The tree coverage had thinned as she’d ascended the mountain, heading south from where the hunt began. Vegetation had become nearly nonexistent as the terrain became more rocks than dirt.
The tinkling of pebbles came to her, the sound so light even her enhanced hearing barely registered it. They were gaining on her, and her choices for escape were dwindling. She gnashed her teeth and leaped to an outcropping of boulders. Leah pushed her powers higher, forcing herself to jump as fast as she could from rock to rock.
Her witch powers allowed her to levitate, but doing so would be a mistake. The move would put her out in the open, making her vulnerable. Her only option left was to use her Anathergian abilities. She increased her speed, weaving through the obstacle course. Objects stuttered past her like a film in slow motion. Her gaze caught each small detail. A lizard jumped out of her way, its bluish-gray body zipping back and forth. Small white flowers stuck out from a crack in a boulder, proving life found a way even when the odds were insurmountably stacked against it.
Leah’s thigh muscles screamed as she pumped her legs, compelling them to go faster. Sweat dampened the back of her long-sleeved black shirt. It was the middle of summer and, though the elevation made it cooler, she wished for spring or autumn. She darted onto another rock, its reddish-beige surface coming at her fast. The hairs on the nape of her neck prickled as she sensed someone gaining on her. The tracker was good. Her enhanced senses couldn’t even feel him there. Nor could she pick up on the sound of his pursuit.
A heavy weight bashed into her back and her body fell forward, her face aiming for the boulder. Her breathe shot out of her lungs. Strong hands gripped her wrists, spreading her arms wide. Leah struggled to free them, but the assailant was too strong. The ground came closer and she closed her eyes to prepare for the crash landing. She forced her Hiy'kula to the front part of her body. The ripples of silver, like snake skin, blanketed her dermas. It was her ultimate defense mechanism and impermeable. But it used huge amounts of her Ra'juhl, leaving her weak and low on power. At the last moment, the man flipped around, taking the brunt of the fall on his back, while still keeping her hands apart. Her head bounced back against his chest. A whoosh of air escaped from the man, but he made no other sound.
Leah let go of the Hiy’kula, and pushed her powers higher, reaching for her specialty ability, Va'shule. Bolts of lightning arced from her fingers, but without the use of her hands, she couldn’t direct them. She tsked in frustration and kicked backward at the man’s shin.
If I can’t use my powers, I may as well revert to the methods I used prior to becoming full Anathergian.
The man grunted, his voice unrecognizable.
Leah yanked, trying pull her arms free, but the man’s strength was immense. She could taste his power in the air, the frigidness of it nearly stealing her breath.
Amping up more power, she pushed her feet against the hard boulder and rounded her shoulder blades, rolling up and back. She twisted around to loosen her hands. Finally free, she spun around and found her pursuer already on his feet, towering over her like death come for its victim.
Damn he’s fast.
She bared her fangs and hissed as she bent her knees and brought up her fists. Her opponent stood at least six-foot-five, taller than her Lifemate, Auden. Her heart skittered in her chest as she took in the extraordinary wide chest and bald head covered with red skin.
Zonatair. Here to take me. Here to kill all humans and take over Earth.
Leah studied her enemy, determining where to strike first. She feigned with her left, waiting for a slight flinch from the man. When it came, she bashed the man’s left temple with her right hand. She sprang off the balls of her feet and grabbed the man around his neck, and continued her motion to bring down the mammoth body. They fell with an oomph. Her pursuer landed hard on top of her, covered the right side of her body.
Leah lay on the edge of the outcropping, her left leg dangling in the air. She had nowhere to push off from.
The warrior scrambled from her neck hold, gripped her shirt, and pulled her up with him. Leah released blazing streams of her power, and directed it at him. He pulled her against him and she stopped.
She couldn’t hit him with the lightning or it would go through his body and into her. Her mind scrambled for her next move. The man’s scent of clean sweat and forest tickled her nose. “How about another kick, motherfucker? Right where it counts?”
She lifted her knee, but he wrapped his leg around her, stilling her at once. Leah opened her mouth to curse at him, when another interrupted her.
“You’re dead, Leah.”
Leah stilled and angled her head in the direction the voice had come from. A man kneeled on the cliff above her, the light of the moon casting gold streaks along his long, dark brown hair. His powers were in full force so that his right eye beamed blue, while the left gleamed with a burnished silver. The eye of a hawk shone mercury and charcoal beneath his strong jawline.
“Damn it, Nico!” Leah fumed.
He laughed, his straight teeth bright in the darkness. “Don’t damn me. It’s your own fault. This training is supposed to help you improve your night ops. To keep you unseen and unheard. A ghost. You were seen and heard. Not very ghostly of you.”
Leah shook her head and then let it fall against the broad chest in front of her. “Can you please let go?”
The titanic man released her at once. Stars spun in her peripheral vision, but she hid the weakness. There was no way she would let on to Nico she was close to the end of her strength.
Leah examined the large man who had captured her. The red skin stretched over the wide, muscular frame. His lilac eyes stared at her, and memories of the conversation she’d seen of the Zonatair during her ritual returned to haunt her. The beastly aliens had discussed plans to destroy Earth and all its humans, like they had Anathergia. Her Anathergian father would then be in charge of the rest of his race. That is, after he killed Auden, her Lifemate. She swallowed convulsively.
His monstrous sized hand went to his wrist and a beeping sound came to her. The Zonatair illusion dissolved to reveal an Anathergian warrior. She glanced at the device circling his wrist. Gunner, the Anathergian IT pro, had developed it to produce the exterior to assist with Leah’s training.
Gunner and his magic.
She nodded at the tall warrior. “M’sharik.”
The man returned her nod, but said nothing. His bright diamond shard eyes began to diminish into their regular ice blue color and his long hair blazed alabaster in the night. She dampened a shiver and swiveled back to Nico. Leah loosened her grip on her own powers, allowing the burning in her stomach to cool and her fangs to retreat. “One more round?”
Nico jumped down to their level. “Naw. I think it’s time to head back.”
“Already?” She widened her eyes, trying to portray a look of innocence, while inside she was relieved.
He’d diminished his powers, and his gaze, no longer glowing, gave her a once over. “You don’t fool me, Leah.”
She followed him as he stepped down. The large man stayed behind her. A breeze picked up and brought his scents of earth and strength. The icy tinge of his power was still there as well. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve been at this over six hours, going full out. I want to help build up your endurance, but I’m not going to let you completely deplete your Ra'juhl.”
“My powers are fine,” she said, quickening her pace to catch up.
“We’ll start over tomorrow.”
“But I want to keep training tonight. I need to be ready for whatever my father has planned.”
Nico stopped and whipped around to stare down at her. Leah’s feet dug into the ground to prevent herself from running into the warrior. M’sharik stepped up beside her, quiet as ever.
“Leah, if you push yourself too hard, you’ll become nothing but a shell, and be so weak your father and the Zonatair could send a human boy to take you. Is that what you want? To be taken again?”
Leah blinked. “Of course not. I just want to be ready.”
“The way to become ready is to build your powers up. That is done by working on your endurance.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he cut her off. “In increments, Leah. Not all at once.”
“But a couple hours of increments isn’t difficult,” she complained.
He took a step closer, making her tilt her head back to look at him. “Do you know how long it took me to build up my endurance so I could be where I need to be, Leah?”
She shook her head. M’sharik’s bright head swiveled back and forth, watching the exchange.
“Close to twenty years. And even then, I wasn’t where I needed to be. You,” he pointed at her and she drew back, “have only weeks. Weeks! So stop complaining and do what I say, all right?”
Leah drew in a deep inhalation, and her damp shirt stretched across her back. “All right.”
Nico studied her for a few more moments. “Race me back to the cabin?”
She smiled. “You’re on.”
“No powers,” he said, and he zipped around and disappeared.
“What?” she gaped. “You sneaky, little…” Leah pushed off, pressing herself as hard as she could to catch up with him.
She laughed when she hit the small clearing behind Gunner’s cabin, situated in a tiny neighborhood in Mt. Charleston. A few feet separated her from Nico. Then her face fell when she noticed M'sharik sitting on the roof, staring up at the stars, without any sign of having ran over five miles through the woods to reach the place before them. Leah’s feet came to a stop and she bent over, kneading at her side.
How the hell did he make it before us?
The warrior freaked her out with his stoic demeanor and how he constantly analyzed everyone.
Nico peered over his shoulder at her and shook his head. He muttered under his breath. She wasn’t sure what he’d said, but is sounded something like “pathetic.” As he entered the back sliding glass door, Leah wanted to stick her tongue out at him, but tamped down the urge.
She regarded his disappearing back and then joy spread through her as she would soon speak to her Lifemate.
Nico had left the door open for her, and she slid inside and made her way to the kitchen. She plucked a bottle of water from the fridge and then climbed the steep stairs to the loft. After grabbing her phone from the nightstand, she landed on her back onto the mattress. Leah opened an app and selected Auden’s name from the list, then laid the phone on her chest. After two rings, an image of her Lifemate’s smiling face floated above the screen. “Q’mara. How are you?”
Leah marveled at his life-like visage.
Gunner is such a genius.
“Tired,” she said. “And sore. How about you?” Leah kicked off her shoes and rubbed her foot along her aching leg muscles.
Auden’s black gaze angled to the side for a moment, and she could barely discern the corridors of the complex in the background. He returned his attention back to her. “We received a report from Sordjic, the chief of the Italian Anathergian headquarters, of Variants raiding Florence. We’ve scheduled an operation with a special ops group to take care of the problem the day after tomorrow.”
She frowned, uneasy with the increasing number of Variants. The humans had received variant strains of Anathergian DNA from her father, along with magical compounds from Daya, his wicked witch cohort, in an effort to make them as powerful as the Anathergians. Most of the time the humans didn’t survive the transition. If they did, they often went crazy, killing and maiming people. Sightings had spiked all over the world. It was as if the mutated humans had all been hoarded in cages and suddenly set free to terrorize the planet.
Leah knew this was the beginning of something much larger to come.
“I’ve scheduled to meet with all of the complex leaders to finalize preparations for the upcoming invasion. The meeting will take place during J'ashidah.”
Leah’s body seemed to turn in on itself. The oncoming threat was so huge, she could barely comprehend it. And soon there would be J'ashidah—a gathering of the Anathergians that happened every ten years. There she would be presented by her Lifemate, the Anathergian king, as the new queen. Her stomach whirled at the thought. Tack on the rigors of her training and being responsible for her foster brother who recently turned fifteen … It was enough to make anyone melt into a puddle.
“You return tomorrow, correct?” he asked.
She nodded. “After we’ve finished the training.”
He tilted his head. “How are you holding up?”
Leah shrugged, her shoulder blade rubbing against the bed. “I’m doing okay. I’ve probably run at least twenty miles, or more, each night, on top of all the specialty training Nico and M'sharik are giving me. My muscles are sore, but I’ll be fine once I see you.”
His white teeth shone bright against his tanned skin as he smiled.
“How is Ceadan?” Her foster brother was the only thing that kept her sane while growing up with her abusive foster parents. Auden had gained guardianship of him at her request, so it was now on them to ensure he was taken care of.
His smile disappeared. “Trianne took him to his first day of summer tech camp and I picked him up. He grumbled incessantly.”
Leah’s lips quivered. “Yeah, he’s pretty good at that.”
They were quiet for a few moments, and the time filled with longing. “I miss you,” Leah whispered.
“And I, you.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
His image dissipated and she held the phone close to her. The warmth of the device seeped through her shirt and she wished the heat came from her Lifemate. Being away from him for just a few days made her ache. Their connection with one another was so entangled, each of them often knew what the other was thinking. Being away was like having a hot poker stabbed into her spine, its iron cross twisting the fragile bone and nerves into tiny fragments.
She sucked in a shaky breath and finally rose to shower.


About the Author:


Michelle C. Reilly is a science fiction romance writer. She's a single mom of two wonderful boys. She spent ten years in the U.S. Navy as a Hospital Corpsman Preventive Medicine Technician, which meant she was actually attached to or stationed with the U.S. Marine Corps. She has a Masters in Science in Public Health, but she is generally an IT geek and a geek of many other things as well. She currently resides in Las Vegas, NV, with her two cats, Meowdy and Moose, and her dog, Katie aka "The Old Lady."

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How to be a Mermaid blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

How to be a Mermaid 
Erin Hayes
(Falling in Deep Collection, #10)
Publication date: July 7th 2015
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

Synopsis:

All Tara ever wanted was to be a mermaid.

So she takes a year off between high school and college to don a fake tail and tour aquariums across the country in a professional mermaid troupe.

Everything’s great until she meets a gorgeous real-life merman named Finn. Suddenly, what she thought was a dream turns out to be a nightmare — she’s turning into a mermaid herself. For real.

Yet when she returns to the sea to seek out Finn and reverse her transformation, she finds herself in the middle of an impending war between the land and sea. Tara may have always wanted to be a mermaid, but now it’s sink or swim. In order to survive, she has to learn how to be one, too.

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Summer 2015, award-winning, and best-selling authors will bring you romantic tales of mermaids, sirens, sprites, and other creatures of the deep! Keep in touch as we reveal each title in our collection!


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24585761-how-to-be-a-mermaid?ac=1


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Excerpt

“What is this?” a rough, intense voice demanded.

I swam out of unconsciousness, an uncomfortable experience that revealed my entire body aching, my head most of all. It was so dark, and a strange feeling had overtaken my body. Like I was floating. I tried touching a hand to my head, only to find that I couldn't.

What the-?

My hands were tied behind my back with what felt like...kelp?

The realization hit me and I thrashed about trying to free myself, and I finally opened my eyes.

I paused for a moment, unable to grasp exactly where I was.

I was...underwater?

Air bubbles popped out of my mouth in a flurry when a scream escaped my throat. A thousand thoughts filled my head, none of them making sense except for the overwhelming dread that I was somehow underwater with my hands tied behind my back. From what I could tell, there was no way I could get air to breathe. I'd lost a lot of air when I screamed.

Oh my god, I was going to drown.

My mermaid necklace was thrust in front of my vision, momentarily disorienting me.

“What is this? I demand you to tell me now!”

“What?” I asked out loud. A sharp pain zigzagged across my head from where I'd hit it on the rock. I was trapped underwater and this man wanted to know...what exactly? What my necklace was?

The necklace came even closer to my face, so much that I'd have to go cross-eyed in order to focus on it.

“Where did you get this? What is it?” the man demanded.

“It's my...” I was unsure and still terrified of my situation. “It's my necklace.”




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AUTHOR BIO:

Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books, like the fantasy mystery novel Death is but a Dream, the sci-fi middle grade book Jacob Smith is Incredibly Average, and the Her Wolf paranormal series.

She works as an advertising copywriter during the day, and she moonlights as an author. She has lived in New Zealand, Texas, and now in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she'll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.

Author links:
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Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Surrender to the Chase Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Surrender to the Chase
Under Realm Assassins
Book 2
Amanda J. Greene

Genre: paranormal romance

Date of Publication: 5/26/15

ASIN: B00Y9JE3DS

Number of pages: 117
Word Count: 33,500

Cover Artist: Kim Killion


Book Description:

A year after the tragic death of his close friend and fellow assassin, Ethan Halstead is ready to take up his sniper rifle once more. But his first assignment is nothing he ever expected. Ethan must hunt and retrieve a beautiful, spirited, alluring werewolf.

Knowing no other way to escape an arranged marriage, Fraya flees from her pack. As she contemplates slipping across the border and heading to South America, she is captured by a dangerously seductive vampire who plans on escorting her back to her family. Even as Fraya vows to make Ethan's mission as difficult as possible, she can't resist the riotous desire he sparks within her.

But Ethan isn't the only predator that peruses Fraya. A powerful rival pack's alpha wants to make her his mate. Will Ethan be able to keep Fraya safe and return her to her pack? Or will he surrender to temptation and claim Fraya as his own?


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Excerpt 

 Lightning splintered the sky. Thunder shook the earth beneath his feet. Damp heat thickened the air. Any moment, the winds would kick up and the red hued clouds would release a torrent of rain.
Ethan loved summer storms and treasured Arizona for its monsoon season. It was only during the madness of the storm that he found peace. In those rare, precious moments, the world reflected the chaos that roiled inside him and he felt… as if he belonged.
Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and savored the soothing scent of the desert. To his disappointment, he would not be able to appreciate the beauty of nature’s fury. Clearing his mind, Ethan unleashed his senses. His mark was close. He could feel her. Crossing the street, he headed for the quaint coffee shop he frequently sped past. She was here, which meant he could call an end to this pointless job.
Ethan was an assassin, not a damn babysitter. He was an expert tracker and sniper, yet the Under Realm Syndicate had him chasing after a spoiled little she-wolf. He had been tasked with fetching the runaway and returning her to her pack – a complete waste of his time and talents. He couldn’t believe he had let Cole talk him into this. The fact was this case should’ve never made the list. Why the Syndicate decided to get involved was beyond his understanding. This wasn’t a kidnapping or a hostage situation. The female wasn’t a criminal. She wasn’t a threat to the human world or Under Realm society.
His annoyed growl blended with the booming thunder. Cole had insisted Ethan accept this assignment, “You should be grateful the Syndicate is willing to give you a second chance. You’ve been out of practice.”
Who could argue with that logic? Ethan had been off the map for a year. Most within the Syndicate believed he had been killed on his last mission.
I should have been. Shaking his head, he dispelled the thought. He refused to take sober trips down memory lane. He needed to focus on his task.
The aroma of freshly ground coffee was overwhelming. Ethan reigned in his supernatural senses as he stepped inside the shop. The door closed and the torrential rain began to fall. He did a quick, nonchalant sweep of the café, careful not to meet anyone’s gaze. Eye contact encouraged conversation, and he was here on business not pleasure. He would grab the werewolf, take her back home, and detain her until he could make arrangements with her father. Simple.
Ethan walked to the counter. After the blonde and brunette baristas finished arguing over who would help him, he ordered and received a black coffee. The cup had both girl’s names and numbers written on it. He thanked them with a smile. They batted their lashes and insisted he stop by a college party later that night.
Ethan’s shoulders shook with a light laugh. Naïve mortals.
Turning, he headed up the winding iron staircase that led to the second floor loft area. The walls were made almost entirely of glass, providing a glorious view of the storm. Students sat at the tables working on their laptops while groups lounged on the sofas discussing the world of social media.
The delicate scent of wildflowers drifted through the air, drawing his sharp gaze to the far corner. There was nothing remarkable about her presence. She appeared to fit in perfectly with the scene, as if she were just another co-ed. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a crimson sweatshirt. She sat with her feet tucked under her crisscrossed. Leaning over the table, her long dark brown hair tumbled forward, blocking his view of her face. Ethan noted the worn, tattered condition of the book she read. Her frame was small. She seemed fragile, but he knew better. She was strong, fast, and intelligent. His mark appeared to be ‘normal’ by human standards, but she was the wolf he was looking for.
Hoping everything would go smoothly, he advanced. This was a delicate situation. The female could freak out on him. She could cause a scene, and he loathed drama just as much as he loathed this particular job. It was not a search and rescue mission. No, it was a track-down-a-spoiled-brat-and-take-her-home mission. A simpleton could do it. Why it had to be done was beyond him. At twenty-four, she was an adult. She had a degree in biology and was a werewolf; she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
Who cares? Grab the girl and go.
Ethan quickly reminded himself of the two basic rules: never become personally involved with your mark and strike first, ask questions later – if you cared about asking question at all.
As he approached the woman, he felt a slight tremor in the air. A warning? A threat? Someone was watching them. He set his senses loose once more, scanning the café for the source of the violent energy, but it had vanished just as quickly as it had arrived.
The girl must have felt the glimmer of danger. Her gaze snapped up and met his. Her warm, honey colored eyes were round with surprise. Her tempting red lips parted with a silent gasp. Ethan froze. She was… more than beautiful.
She blinked up at him. Her gaze innocently seductive, her mouth violently tempting, and her wild flower scent was overwhelming. His body reacted instantly. It had been years since he’d felt such a strong, instant attraction.
He watched her lick her lips; lust shot through him like a lightning strike. Oh, yes. The wolf was alluring and, to his surprise, he was disappointed that she was his mark.
“Hi,” she said with a nervous lilt to her voice.
Ethan mentally shook himself and crossed over to stand at the chair opposite her. “Hi,” he replied.
Thunder rumbled; the force shook the glass walls. The girl flinched and her gaze fell from his. For a soundless moment, she sat with her hands clasped in her lap, her head tilted down. The mortals gasped and laughed as another boom shook the windows.
“You may sit,” she said, her voice low, barely audible.
 Ethan could smell the fear that sparked within her. Was she frightened of the storm, or what possibly lurked outside? An overwhelming sense of protectiveness settled over him and he frowned. He didn’t like it. He wasn’t the protective type. He was a killer not a savior.
Focus and get this over with.
“Not a fan of thunderstorms?” he asked as he claimed the chair.
She straightened and fixed her gaze on him once more. Her expression was bland, her cute stubborn chin titled up, her shoulders back. She looked regal and refined. Every bit the aristocrat she was.
“I’m accustomed to snow storms.”
“Really? Where are you from?”
“Minnesota,” she answered with a hint of hesitation.
He smiled and was shocked he didn’t have to fake it. “You’re a long way from home.”
She shrugged and returned her attention to her book.
Ethan took a sip of the surprisingly good coffee and relaxed in his seat. He picked up a golf magazine, which rested on the table beside them, and began flipping through the pages. He wasn’t at all interested in golf. Being a vampire, he preferred keeping out of the sun. Although, contrary to popular lore, he wouldn’t burst into flame or turn to ash. He could work on his tan, he just preferred not to.
He casually glanced over at the werewolf and inwardly groaned. She was reading a list of the top ten hot spots in Chile. It appeared she was interested in sunbathing and he couldn’t stop the image of her in a bikini from cropping up in his mind even if he’d wanted to. And he certainly did not want to erase the image.
She sighed, closed the book, and tucked it away in her backpack, which hung off the back of her chair. She took up her latte and settled her gaze on him. Her lips turned up with a sweet smile.
“You don’t strike me as the golfing type.”
He raised a brow and tossed the magazine down on the table between them. “No?”
She shook her head, her long dark curls waving around her shoulders. “Not at all. You look like you’d rather go to a shooting range than work on your golf swing.”
Ethan couldn’t argue with that. He’d had his basement converted into an indoor gun range.
“Very observant,” he said. “What about you? What’s your hobby?”
She bit her bottom lip as she contemplated. Ethan wanted to bite it for her. “Traveling. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. You know, see the world, and experience different cultures.”
“Is that what your trip to Arizona is all about?” he asked.
“More or less,” she answered with a shrug.
“Well, South America is beautiful.”
Her eyes grew wide. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the table. Excitement laced her voice, “You’ve been?”
Ethan shifted closer and reached for her hand. The air trembled with another flicker of danger just before the lights went out. Darkness flooded the café.
His mark shoved away from the table, snatched her backpack, and darted toward the stairs. Ethan was right behind her. The mortals grumbled complaints, some laughed, while others stumbled through the dark.
She was about to reach the exit when the door flew open, crashing against the wall. Humans screamed and shouted in alarm. The girl froze, and Ethan cursed. Clearly, he hadn’t been the only one searching for her. He could sense the alpha’s presence and, judging by his target’s reaction, so could she.
Ethan grabbed her wrist. She swung around. Her fist raised, her honey colored eyes glowed, and her fangs bared. Shadows of a wolf’s fierce visage flickered over the fine features of her face. Her fierce growl vibrated her entire body. Ethan ignored the warning and tugged on her arm, pulling her toward the emergency exit at the back of the coffee shop.
He pushed the door open. His mark tried to twist free of his hold, but he held her firm.
“Let go of me,” she demanded, her voice roughened by her partial transformation.
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
She growled and fought harder. He wasn’t surprised by her strength and knew she was still holding back. So was he.
Pushing her now soaked and tangled hair from her face, she snarled, “What’s going on?”
“I thought it was obvious,” he said.
“That you’re attempting to kidnap me?”
Ethan shook his head. “No. That you have an alpha hunting your ass.”
Her stare was one of confusion, awe, and horror. She stopped, and he paused. Literally dragging her across the street would draw unwanted attention. He reluctantly released her wrist. She was soft and warm while he was hard and cold. A frown creased his brow when the sharp sense of loss pricked his long dead heart. On some level, he’d enjoyed the feel of her.
She blinked up at him. Her large, honey eyes sparkled with fear. “W-what did you say?”
His chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh. “I’ll explain. For now, come with me.”
She shook her head.
Ethan glanced over his shoulder, scanning the parking lot for any sign of the alpha. He could sense the wolf was close.
“We don’t have much time. We need to go.”
The woman fell back a step and Ethan’s body tensed. His instincts flared. She retreated another step. Would she run? A part of him wished she would. He loved the chase. The hunt. His heart began to pound, his pupils dilated, and his fangs began to sharpen, all in anticipation.
“Don’t




About the Author:

Amanda J. Greene is a paranormal romance author. When she is not writing, she can be found playing the role of a university student who also works full time. She lives in Southern California with her very supportive husband and their two dogs. Doing all the above and being a military wife is not easy, but rewarding! Of course, she accomplishes everything with a strong cup of coffee in her hand.

Amanda is also an associate reviewer on The Book Nympho blog.