Saturday, November 21, 2015

Hustle blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Hustle 
Ashley Claudy
Publication date: November 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports


Synopsis:

South Eastern University: Where the football players are royalty and Andrew Fayden is king.

College was supposed to be Brook’s chance to escape the rumors and the harassment that plagued her at home, but she hadn’t planned on meeting Andrew Fayden.

Now, she’s finding it hard to think of anything else or anyone else. She’s determined to wipe him from her mind though because he is the definition of unavailable. He’s got an on and off again girlfriend always on the sidelines and a flood of girls willing to take over that position.

And his popularity makes it hard to keep a low profile, something she needs to do if she doesn’t want to be pulled back into the drama of her past.

Despite all the warnings, she’s finding it hard to resist– and he’s making it hard to say no.


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Excerpt

Then The night blurs by in a haze of shots and keg stands, till I'm leaning against a wall for balance, waiting for Rose to get out of the bathroom so we can leave.
I almost don't notice Andrew passing by since the crowds blend together, except he stands out. He notices me too. Those striking eyes land on me, reminding me of earlier in the night.
He separates from his group, and a girl pauses to follow him, but he sends her away with a gesture for her to go with the others. She does, but her face drops as he walks away. I know the feeling; I felt the same way when he left earlier. Bastard.
Except, now he's in front of me, and I almost apologize for calling him a bastard, but thankfully I get a grip and don't.
“You having fun?” He places his hand on the wall above my head and leans into me as he talks.
I pull my hands behind me, unsure how to move. Unsure how to talk. God, he smells so good, that cologne mixed with a hint of fire and summer. And his body's so close, almost skimming mine.
My lack of response stretches his smile, and he leans in some more, his heat pressing on me.
 “We're about to leave.” I have to talk, I'm not sure I could survive him getting any closer. “Just waiting on Rose to get out of the bathroom. Then we're leaving. I had fun though. How about you?” I pull my lips between my teeth, shutting myself up.
“You're cute.” His head dips towards mine, but I still have to look up to meet his eyes. “Don't go yet. Come with me first.” He drops his hand from the wall and slides it down my arm, grabbing my fingers.
Now I know I’m about to faint. “Wh-where?” I don’t take the step to follow him, even though there's a part of me that wants to. A part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and let him lead me anywhere.
He turns towards me, his head dropping till his lips are at my ear, torturing me as his warm breath fans over my skin, and his lips brush against me as he talks. “Somewhere a little more private.”
My excitement drops, and I feel sick, planting my feet on the ground. “I don't think I should.”
He pulls back, confusion in his gaze as he meets my eyes. “Why?”
“Because I'm not that naive. You only want one thing.” Oh God, I sound like my mom.
His shoulders shake and his dimples are back, lickable dimples. Oh, no, bad Brook, don't look at those dimples.
He leans into me, and the wall is at my back again, keeping me from retreating. “Maybe not naïve, but unimaginative.” His eyes drop to my lips, the heat in them unmistakable as he licks his own. “I can think of a-hell-of-a lot more than one thing I want, starting with those lips.”
All words escape me as he lowers his head, any bit of air rung out when he brushes his lips over mine. Barely there, but his tongue sneaks out and teases a small gasp from my mouth.
He takes it for consent and slips his arm around me, pulling me with him. “Come on.”



AUTHOR BIO:

Ashley Claudy
New Adult Author.

Outside The Ropes Series:
Outside The Ropes
Inside Danger
OtherSide Of Fear

Coming this fall: Hustle
"South Eastern University: Where the football players are royalty and Andrew Fayden is king."

Mother. Wife. Teacher. Proud UMD Terp. Perpetual learner. Wild imagination fueled by coffee. Occasional runner. Late night book junkie. Daytime dreamer.

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Friday, November 20, 2015

Winter Secrets Tour, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Winter Solstice Run #3 
(Black Hills Wolves #33)
Melissa Limoges
Decadent Publishing
Paranormal Romance
Release Date: 11/20/2015
Length: 23K/78pgs


Patience is a virtue…a lesson Stephen Dorsett has learned over the years, wooing his mate. He loves the prickly woman with all his heart, but he’s keeping a secret from her—one that will soon change the entire dynamic of their relationship.

Kate Matthews has a secret of her own, but she’s reluctant to share her surprise with Stephen. With her mate spending too many long hours and late nights at work recently, Kate begins to second-guess Stephen’s commitment to her.

One simple misunderstanding, fueled by insecurities and doubts, is all it takes to throw Kate and Stephen off course. Will they allow their secrets to pull them apart, or make their love stronger?

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Excerpt

Kate Matthews gaped at the small, plastic stick she clutched with a death grip. The frantic drum of her heart beat against her ribcage while her stomach churned in discord. A swift influx of panic, elation, disbelief, and fear bombarded her all at once, dragging the air from her lungs in a noisy whoosh.

Pregnant.

“Oh, shit.”

Reeling from the revelation, she stumbled backward to drop onto the toilet lid before her weak knees buckled. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the distance and fell in between the sink and toilet with a surprised squeal, landing in a squished heap and banging her head on the wall in the process. Temporarily rendered stupid, she simply sat there, wedged in the tiny space, gawking at the little strip of plastic glaring the truth at her.

“You all right in there?” her mate, Stephen, called from the other side of the door. No doubt he’d scented her distress.

Alarm whipped through her bloodstream, and the pregnancy test flew from Kate’s trembling hand to clatter on the floor in front of her. When he twisted the doorknob, she bolted from the floor and snatched the small stick from the bathroom tiles.

“I’m fine,” she exclaimed. “There was a spider.”

He twisted the knob again, and she sent up a quick prayer of thanks she’d had the foresight to turn the latch.

“Why’d you lock the door?” A mix of irritation and concern tinged his deep voice.
Frantic, she stashed the plastic strip in a box of tampons in the cabinet under the sink, certain he’d never look there, and then darted for the entrance. Once she fumbled with the lock, she tugged the door open and came face to chest with Stephen.

“I must’ve locked it by accident when I came in.” The excuse sounded weak to her own ears. Surely, he would think the same. They never locked the bathroom door, if she could get him to close the damn thing at all.

A frown creased his golden features. He watched her through narrowed blue eyes—attempting to decipher the obvious lie and cow her with his probing stare at the same time.

Drop it. Drop it. Please, for the love of God, drop it.


About the Author

Melissa Limoges lives along the Gulf Coast with her OCD cat, Mr. Tibbs. Tax assessor by day, romance writer by night, she enjoys anything coffee related, traveling, and reading happily ever afters.



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Love Is An Action blitz & Excerpt!

Love Is An Action 
Bry Foster
Publication date: November 17th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance


Synopsis:

Khloe Hudson is all out of everything.

All out of patience for her alcoholic father. All out of money from her summer job savings. All out of scholarship essay ideas. And all out of room in her heart for people who don’t care to see her for who she really is.

But even she has to admit that the French jerk attending her academy is starting to worm his way in just a bit.

Cash Castille couldn’t care less about what Khloe thinks she knows. None of her advanced classes have taught her that love isn’t something that can be measured or figured out using scientific methods. Actions often speak louder than words. And although he gets a rise out of driving her crazy, he can’t help but wonder when her brain will stop arguing with what their hearts already know.

When Cash drops a bomb and asks for the favor of a lifetime, Khloe reluctantly agrees because despite the terms, she needs the benefits of their arrangement. However, as Cash and Khloe navigate through their new found relationship, she can’t help but wonder if the cost of this ploy will be another expense she can’t afford to give. Her heart.


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27213352-love-is-an-action?ac=1


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Excerpt

“…Every inch of your skin is like a perfect brush stroke on a painting no man could create. The honey flecks in your eyes like little pieces of caramel in a sea of chocolate. The curves of your body...” His fingers gently trace my body. “And, of course, the more carnal things. The way you smell, the way you taste…When I tell you I love you, its because I mean it, unconditionally…because love is a verb to me, Khloe.”

-Cashel


AUTHOR BIO:

My name is Bry. I was born in San Diego, CA but raised in central TX. After years of writing poems and short stories and making my family read them, the characters in my head have finally matured--mostly-- and demanded to be heard. I enjoy all things paranormal and believe sarcasm is a second language that I have mastered. I adore flawed female characters that aren't afraid to speak their mind (even to the point of driving other characters mad). I am an Army wife and the mother of a four year old little boy who demands that I call him Iron Man or Donny (Ninja Turtles) on any given day.

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Thursday, November 19, 2015

Marked by Fortune Tour & Excerpt!

Marked by Fortune
Ann Gimpel

Dream Shadow Press
95K words

Release Date: 11/10/15

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

Tumble into a dystopian world where magic rules and hope is hard to find.

Book Description:

Magic levies a steep price on anyone brave enough or stupid enough to dabble in it.

Wizards never forgave Ned for not being one of them. They didn’t exactly come out and say his life was expendable, but they didn’t have to. He figured it out fast enough when they conscripted him into their long-running war the second he was old enough to fight. Isolated, different, he puzzled out how his brand of magic worked on his own. When he’s finally, finally sent on a solo mission, he vows to make the most of every single moment of freedom.

Fleeing the tide of doom wiping out humanity, Amanda and her family escape to a remote corner of California, where they eke out a hardscrabble existence. With her parents at each other’s throats and her brother mysteriously gone, Amanda runs up against malevolent power beyond her wildest imaginings. Captured by the undead, she’s about to join their ranks when Ned shows up.

Attraction ignites—hot, urgent, delicious—but celibacy may well be the price of Ned’s magic, and he can’t risk his power. Or can he? Even though he stands to lose everything, Ned doesn’t hesitate after Tantalus—one of the insidiously beautiful dark gods—kidnaps Amanda. Defying a direct order from his wizard battle lord, he goes after the woman he loves. Even if she can’t ever be his, he’ll be damned if he’ll leave her to the dark god’s whims.

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Excerpt

Ned crouched amid the remains of what was once downtown Sacramento, using a convenient, partly-decimated building as cover. The rest of his unit hid in close proximity—at least he hoped they did. A low, whistling noise ratcheted his heart into hyper drive. Enemy magic. Maintaining his crouch, he spun, searching the late afternoon gloom for clues. Not quite sure what tipped him off, he leapt out of the way just before a concrete block exploded, showering him with debris.
“Whew! Way too close.” The words tore out of him before he could stop them.
He drew his lips into a disgusted snarl and wondered for the thousandth time how he, a human mage, ever got mixed up with the wizards’ war.
Because the bastards didn’t give me a choice.
Sweat trickled down his forehead. His leather headband caught some of it, but a few drops fell into his eyes. They stung like hell, and he shook his head to disperse the salty liquid. The beginnings of a headache throbbed behind one temple.
“Landarik.” Ned focused his commander’s name into his mouthpiece. “Where are you?”
“Right behind you.” A voice dripped sarcasm into Ned’s ear.
“Son of a bitch.”
Ned whipped around. Landarik stood so close, Ned’s braids slapped against the wizard’s helmet. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Ned sputtered through clenched teeth. “I hate when you sneak up on me. Especially when it could’ve been one of them. You’re lucky I didn’t blast you.”
“Like your puny human magic would’ve made a dent. Cut the shit. What do you want?”
Speaking through the slit in his bronzed helmet, Landarik looked like a robot. Only his blond braids, with debris tangled in them, ruined the automaton image. He must’ve noticed Ned’s stare because Landarik gathered his ratty braids and tossed them over his shoulders.
“I’m beat. Request permission to return to the caves.”
“Mage or no,” Landarik grunted, “you humans are more work than you’re worth.  I have no fucking idea what the goddess had up her sleeve when she created those like you.”
“Fine. Neither do I. Now can I go?”
“I release you—but only because you’re more worthless than usual. Return no later than first light.” Whistling sounded again. Without apparent thought or effort, Landarik raised a hand. A bolt of power flew from his fingertips and vaporized a small building a hundred yards away.
“How can you know so…precisely?” Ned sputtered.
Landarik tipped the visor of his helmet up. Extraordinary blue eyes shot darts at Ned, and the sharp-boned features characteristic of the wizard race twisted in irritation. “I’ve told you and told you,” he lectured in a patronizing voice that grated on Ned’s nerves. “Hold your inner parts still, human. If you managed yourself better, you’d hear where the enemy is hiding.” He snorted. “Sometimes I find it difficult to fathom how you’re still alive.”
“You and me both,” Ned mumbled.
Sketching a rectangular portal in the hot, dusty air, he jumped through into the Ways, picturing the wizards’ caves as he did so. Wizards developed the Ways thousands of years ago so they could travel to distant locations. Their harmonics were so well matched to galactic magnetics, they remained fully functional despite minimal maintenance.
As he sped through the dimension carrying him to a few hours of safety, Ned’s empty stomach clenched in anger. It wasn’t fair for Landarik to expect him to know everything the vetted wizard warriors did. Most of them were hundreds—if not thousands—of years old, while he was a mere…well, something. Young, anyway. In truth, he wasn’t precisely sure of his age. Wizards lived so long they didn’t bother keeping those types of records.
Ned didn’t know if it was fortune, or her opposite, but he’d drawn his first breath in a wizard stronghold. He had little memory of his first few years, but around the time he turned five, one of the wizards—the acolyte master, Karras—took notice of the little human who carted power after him the same way other youngsters dragged beloved toys.
The discovery he held magic within him turned out to be a two-edged sword. His mother was a normal human, and the wizards kicked her out of their stronghold after she refused to divulge his father’s name. Ned offered her points for courage. If she’d given up his father’s name, the wizards would’ve hunted him down and probably killed him—for having the temerity to be intimate with one of their servants.
Once his mother was out of the way, his lessons in mage craft took off like a shot and never really stopped, but catching up with the wizards proved impossible, particularly since they reminded him about his inferiority on a regular basis.
Things may well have gone differently had his teachers been other human mages. Perhaps they would’ve been more sensitive to his skills—and less critical of his efforts. Come to think of it, maybe their teaching style would’ve suited his magic far better. It took several years, but Ned finally figured out that his gifts manifested quite differently than the wizards’. He fought off a wave of bitterness and severed his line of thought. Surely other human mages existed—his father, for example—but he’d never met one in the flesh.
He sent magic spiraling outward to make certain he was still on course. Infernals might try to sabotage the Ways, despite maintaining their own traveling portals. “They’d have to get in here, first,” Ned said, talking to himself. “It wouldn’t be easy.”
The Ways required special spells and an affinity established by one of the wizards. Without those things, they’d refuse to open. Ned wished he knew more about other races, like humans for instance. Or elves. All his history lessons had focused solely on wizards, which made sense because everyone else in his classes was one. He’d felt quite the misfit. Worse, wizards weren’t fond of humans and rarely missed an opportunity to pound the point home.
The deceleration presaging his arrival began, tugging at his midsection. Ned summoned magic to call up a portal. It formed slowly because he was so tapped out. How long since his last rest? He did some quick calculations and came up with sixty-five hours. Wizard physiology was different. They could last five or six days on the battlefield without a break. No matter how hard he tried, Ned had never managed much more than three. Even then, the last hours turned into such a struggle, they were hardly worth it. Ned set his teeth in a grim line. Like he’d told Landarik, he was surprised he was still alive too.
His portal glowed. Warm and inviting, it radiated a soft blue light, the color of many of his workings. Ned peeled the door back and jumped through, so dead on his feet his eyes were half-shut.
The minute he stepped into the flickering, magic-driven torchlight of the sloppily excavated cave the wizards used as a re-supply station, Ned knew something was wrong. He felt the subtle presence of something malevolent in the air currents moving through their subterranean quarters. He didn’t close off the portal—just in case. Sibilant swishing from deep in the shadows dragged a last bit of adrenaline into his bloodstream. He felt sick, jittery, but at least he was wide-awake again.
A horny snout came into view, accompanied by a hissing shriek as the thing raced out of the darkness right at him. Running on nerves and instinct, Ned didn’t stop to examine his adversary. The thing intended to kill him. He jumped backward—body surprisingly nimble given his exhaustion—and sealed off his portal before he resurrected the spell that had carried him from the battlefield. Because the Ways required a destination, he visualized Sacramento. He could always correct his course en route.
What in the nine hells was in the cave?
Ned cleared his mind. He examined the feel of the wrongness. He didn’t sense Infernals. Not exactly. No, it was more like one of the trogs: a cross between trolls and warthogs. Infernals kept them for pets. It was a safe bet if a trog were in the entry hall of the wizards’ cave, its masters weren’t far distant.
Ned shuddered. He’d fought trogs more than once in this war. Their highly poisonous bite could kill on contact if it hit a key spot. His Comparative Zoology instructor at the wizard stronghold in the Carpathian Alps had taught him about genetic catastrophes developed in the Infernals’ labs. Trogs were only one of the perverted creatures born from those unnatural experiments. Closing his eyes, Ned visualized the wall chart with trogs, wargs, the undead…
Why bother?
Can’t change any of it.
Where can I go? Not back to the battle. I’d be worth about as much as a drowned dragon.
He needed to pick a destination, and fast, so he could grab a couple hours of badly needed sleep. Sacramento wouldn’t do it, even if he skirted the worst of the fighting. The large urban areas weren’t any worse than anywhere else, but he’d need to stay sharp to avoid danger. Right now, he wasn’t.
Ned racked his mind, calling up the geography of California. He’d almost decided to head for the Sierra Nevada Mountains—a place Karras took him years ago—when he rethought things. No matter how much he wanted to retreat somewhere safe, he needed to let Landarik know about the breach in their cave. With a great deal of reluctance, he linked what was left of his magic to the frequency of the Ways, and reiterated his command for them to take him back to Sacramento.
Ned didn’t like the wizards any more than they cared about him, but they were the only family he’d ever known. Despite all the times he’d wished Landarik would die a slow, painful death, he did value the concept of duty. Ned shook his head to jar himself into a more wakeful state. Thinking pain might rouse him, he bit his lower lip until he tasted blood, but it didn’t help much.
He still felt like one of the undead.…



About the Author:

Ann Gimpel is a national bestselling author. A lifelong aficionado of the unusual, she began writing speculative fiction a few years ago. Since then her short fiction has appeared in a number of webzines and anthologies. Her longer books run the gamut from urban fantasy to paranormal romance. Once upon a time, she nurtured clients, now she nurtures dark, gritty fantasy stories that push hard against reality. When she’s not writing, she’s in the backcountry getting down and dirty with her camera. She’s published over 30 books to date, with several more planned for 2015 and beyond. A husband, grown children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out her family.

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The Finale blitz & Giveaway!

The Finale 
KaSonndra Leigh
(A Musical Interlude #4)
Publication date: November 16th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense


Synopsis:

After surviving a brutal spider attack, Erin Angelo finds herself questioning the life she’s about to embark on with her fiance, Alek Dostov, a child prodigy and former Russian gang member. Yet, there’s no denying she’s completely and totally in love with Alek and will do whatever she can to help him finally escape his past misgivings.

From the moment fate brought Erin Angelo into his life on one painful day in her hometown of Lafayette, Louisiana, Alek has been haunted by and maybe even obsessed with the girl with the sad brown eyes, the woman who has finally managed to turn him away from a life of violence and organized crime.

Yet the man known as the Widow and his sidekick the Phoenix, the men responsible for recruiting Alek, have kidnapped his mother. And there’s only one way to get her back. Alek must return to the Siberian crime scene and call on some of the darkest people from his past, dragging Erin deeper into the shadowy world he left behind and testing the love they share as never before.

Will Alek be able to resist the pull of his past and move on with Erin? Or will returning to the Siberian crime scene destroy everything the couple has fought to overcome?

The Finale is the explosive conclusion to the Internationally Bestselling Musical Interlude Series.


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21839798-the-finale?ac=1

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The Prelude (Book 1)
Contemporary Romantic Suspense

After finishing design school six months ago, Erin Angelo left her tragic past behind in the States and started a new life in Milan, Italy. Burying the grief, silencing her demons, and living a life without any real attachments has worked well for her so far. But when Erin secures her first real job as a budding clothing designer, her controlled world is shaken to its core by the mysteriously sexy director of the local symphony.

Alek Dostov is a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. He’s successful, hot, the son of a millionaire, and women all over the world flock to see one of his performances. For Alek, Erin represents the ultimate challenge: sexy, smart, and unaffected by his charms…or so she thinks. Just like Erin, Alek avoids attachments that leave him emotionally vulnerable. But unlike Erin, his pursuit of all things pleasurable is ruthless.

Knowing how wary they both are concerning any kind of committed relationship, Alek finds a way to pursue Erin, satisfying the intense attraction between them without sacrificing the freedom they both enjoy. Sometimes the deepest passion brings out the darkest emotions. And Erin finds herself completely unprepared for the forbidden world of the young maestro and his truths and even his secrets, as she struggles to deal with her own.
Music, passion, betrayal and forbidden love spun together in one of the most romantic cities in the world.
This novel contains sexual situations and mature language. It is intended for an audience at 18+ years of age

The Official Musical Interlude Books Trailer: http://youtu.be/8RY5gd7cLTE




An Aria In Venice (Book 1.5)
New Adult Contemporary Romance (Standalone)
99,000 words
Now Available

His goal…One night with the ballerina.
Her goal…To beat the player at his game.
The outcome...Something completely unexpected.

Adriana Dostov pegged Luca Martuccio from day one: gorgeous, talented, arrogant, a man who has had difficulty committing to one woman in the past. He is known in fashion circles as the player with a scandalous history. So when the girls in her ballet troupe suggest she gives up her virginity to him, she doesn't say no. But she’s not sure that a ‘yes’ is the right answer either. Yet, she can’t stop herself from making the offer...a one night stand in Venice.

Luca wanted feisty little Adriana the moment they first met - and he fully intends to have her, hence why he's agreed to accept her proposal. In the end, he'll get what he wants. No commitment. All sex.

But, as Luca discovers, there's more to the ballerina with the overbearing mother - and he can't help but care about the frightened girl behind those sad eyes.

Adriana discovers Luca isn't just walking sex on a stick - he has a wildly passionate side, a lost soul who has suffered just as much grief as her. And it could be, they're exactly what the other one needs.
An Aria in Venice can be read as a standalone.

Purchase an Aria in Venice at: http://www.amazon.com/Aria-Venice-Musical-Interlude-Novel-ebook/dp/B00JTO26PA/

** This novel contains sexual situations and mature language. It is intended for an audience at 17+ years of age.**


The Crescendo (Book 2)
New Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Now Available

He taught her how to walk outside the line. She taught him how to leave the past behind. In the end, fate brought them both together.
Six months ago, Erin Angelo was hired by Alek Dostov, the charismatic Maestro who hired her design firm, the same man who healed the wounds of her tragic past.

In the highly anticipated, reader requested sequel to THE PRELUDE, Alek and Erin are preparing to embrace their new life and love for music while nurturing Erin’s blossoming singing career. But when a mysterious figure from Erin’s past walks back into her life, Alek and Erin’s belief that their love will conquer everything is put to the test. As Alek continues to struggle with the ghosts of his past and recent family troubles, Erin finds a way to reconnect with her fiancée. The couple set out on a tour of Italy, taking Alek’s music group to the next level.

But Alek’s mother, Katerina, has other plans in mind. She orders the tour manager to go along with them. Now, they will face new challenges while dealing with the pressures of their careers.

Passion, excitement, adventure, danger, and a Maestro with more swagger than a rock star. THE CRESCENDO lifts you up to a high you won’t soon forget.



The Dark Duet (Book 3)
New Adult Romantic Suspense
Now Available

Nikolai Belikov doesn't believe in happy endings, or the possibility of finding acceptance in others who can understand his darkness and the way he craves revenge—until he meets Alese, a woman as drawn to the shadows and lost in her past as Nikolai himself. Their paths crossed once before in another lifetime, and the two strangers were forged together by the whim of a madman.

And then Alese vanished. Forgotten. Until now...

Fresh on the heels of recovering from heartache caused by his best friend's sister, Nikolai plunges into his greatest relief-- revenge. For the pain caused him by his family, he decides they must all be punished. To do so, he leaves his old world behind, forging a new one as an employee of the man who enslaved him years ago. But Alese—after having her mind wiped by the man who hired Nikolai—suffers
from amnesia and holds the key to evidence Nikolai needs in order to succeed.

Having no other choice, Nikolai agrees to train Alese as a negotiator, a hitman who decides the ultimate fate of others. He not only tries to get her to recall her past—because she will be the key to destroying his former enemies—but he also vows to protect her from Rudolph Burkenstein, the man who wants to see her dead.

But Alese is a light in the darkness that Nikolai has refused to let inside the shadows of his soul. After several months of training, he finds himself struggling with his quest for revenge, and his growing feelings for Alese—because he knows that loving her, means giving up on his plight.

Will their love thrive inside the light, or will darkness consume everything they've fought to achieve?

The Dark Duet can be read as a standalone novel.



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AUTHOR BIO:
Author of the Bestelling Lost Immortals Saga, Musical Interlude Series, and the PathSeekers Novels, KaSonndra is also a mother, blogazine owner, reader, gardener, home renovator, and a slayer of undead Egyptian mummies in Tomb Raider. She believes in karma, coffee, and seriously wish that the producers of Xena would bring her favorite show ever back. 



Strange things about KaSonndra: Everything. She's weird, odd, unusual, and generally tends to make people think she swooped down from another planet. Maybe she did. Who knows? She's also a member of the #zombiesurvivalcrew on twitter. So if you need protection from the upcoming apocalypse, don't hesitate to call on KayLeigh and crew! 



KaSonndra was born in the race-car city of Charlotte, NC, and now live in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, NC, when she's not hanging out in Bardonia (Lost Immortals Saga setting). Most of her characters are based on people that she has met throughout her travels and adventures. People tend to stop and start conversations with KaSonndra as if she has known them her entire life. Does this freak her out? Not really. Her mom says that one day she'll get kidnapped by one of these folks. KaSonndra's response? She told her mom that if it weren't for these lovely people, then she wouldn't be able to create such fabulously romantic stories.



A few other tidbits about KaSonndra... She has watched the movie Under the Tuscan Sun almost 200 times. This is her explanation regarding her obsession. She figures that if she keeps watching the film enough times, then suddenly the house that Diane Lane lives in will magically appear in her backyard. Yes! KaSonndra has a huge imagination!

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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Sinful blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway!

Sinful 
Jennifer Dawson
(Undone #2)
Publication date: November 17th 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance



Synopsis:

I’ve wanted my brother’s best friend, Leo Santoro, for too many years to count.
No matter what I do, he won’t confront the attraction that burns between us.
It’s time to put him behind me once and for all.
I have no choice but to call his bluff.
And then I will walk away.

The last woman I should want is my best friend’s baby sister, Jillian Banks.
No matter what I do, she won’t ignore the attraction that burns between us.
It’s time she learns the real me.
The only promise I can make is that her fantasies are no match for reality.
And then I’ll watch her walk away.


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26163784-sinful?ac=1


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Excerpt 

After my liquid courage, I leave Gwen to her prey. The guy is cute, charming, and affable. Poor thing. Gwen ate men like him for breakfast, but that was his problem, I had bigger problems to contend with, namely my increasing nerves.
I’d already planned out what I was going to do, but my plans with Leo always go awry and, despite my shots and half a drink, I figure this time wouldn’t be any different.
Regardless of how I want it to be.
But I can’t focus on that. I must focus on closure.
The first order of business is to actually catch his attention and since he stood near the bathrooms, that shouldn’t be too hard. I put an extra sway in my step, tossing my hair over my shoulder. With purpose, I walk toward my goal.
The crowd parts like I’m parting the Red Sea, confirming I look plenty delectable, but as I make my way through the room, my confidence flags. I’ve looked good before, but I was never able to sway him, was I fooling myself that this time would be any different?
I take a deep breath and slowly exhale.
It didn’t matter what he did, I was going to do things differently and let the chips fall where they may. I’ve got it all mapped out. I’m not going to hint, bat my lashes, or attempt any other such nonsense.
No, I’m going to flat out tell him my plans.





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AUTHOR BIO:

Jennifer Dawson grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying. To this day she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty years later they’re married living in a suburb right outside of Chicago with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. Despite going through a light FM, poem writing phase in high school, Jennifer never grew up wanting to be a writer (she had more practical aspirations of being an international super spy). Then one day, suffering from boredom and disgruntled with a book she’d been reading, she decided to put pen to paper. The rest, as they say, is history. These days Jennifer can be found sitting behind her computer writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an ever watchful eye on her ever growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her husband.

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Counsellor blitz & Excerpt!


Counsellor
Celia Aaron
(Acquisition #1)
Publication date: September 28th 2015
Genres: Erotica, Romance

In the heart of Louisiana, the most powerful people in the South live behind elegant gates, mossy trees, and pleasant masks. Once every ten years, the pretense falls away and a tournament is held to determine who will rule them. The Acquisition is a crucible for the Southern nobility, a love letter written to a time when barbarism was enshrined as law.
Now, Sinclair Vinemont is in the running to claim the prize. There is only one way to win, and he has the key to do it — Stella Rousseau, his Acquisition. To save her father, Stella has agreed to become Sinclair’s slave for one year. Though she is at the mercy of the cold, treacherous Vinemont, Stella will not go willingly into darkness.
As Sinclair and Stella battle against each other and the clock, only one thing is certain: The Acquisition always ends in blood.
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EXCERPT

He strode forward, confidence in every movement, and pulled me behind him. The tree loomed ahead, the shackles glinting in the spotlight. Foreboding rose inside me and blotted out my voice, my heart, and my soul. I followed. There was nowhere else to go.
We took the stairs one at a time, each step adding a weight to my shoulders, a rock to my stomach. Finally, we stood next to Oakman. Everything beyond the glittering stage was a dark blur. The spotlight was a blinding sun, focused on me as if by a cruel child with a magnifying glass.
“Her name is Stella, not that it matters.” Vinemont was cold, his words like frost in my mind.
He untied my mask and yanked it from my face. Then he ripped the cloak from me, my skin tingling from the sudden onslaught of open air. A collective gasp rose up from the crowd, followed by thunderous applause.



Author Bio:
Hi, I'm Celia. Nice to meet you. Can you keep a secret?
I write smut. Gritty, dirty, delicious smut. This is a secret we can share. I'll do the writing. You do the reading. We have to keep our relationship quiet because I have a highly respectable day job. At night, I become markedly less respectable, as you will see.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy my stories. And remember, it's our secret.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Star Rider: On the Razor's Edge Tour & Excerpt!

Star Rider: On the Razor's Edge
Heidi Skarie
Science Fiction / Visionary Fiction
Date Published: December 2014

Synopsis:
Undercover operative Toemeka Ganti, code-named Star Rider, lives on the edge.

Her latest mission is to overthrow the despot of Jaipar, General Bhandar. His protection comes from sorcerer Samrat Condor, an interplanetary conqueror whose space fleet destroyed Toemeka’s home planet and killed her family years ago. And Condor isn’t about to lose his stranglehold on Jaipar.

Making matters worse, Toemeka must preserve her cover while secretly developing an oscillator, a shield-destroying device wanted by both sides. All this must be accomplished under the watchful eye of her boss, Commander Rochambeau, who is pressuring Toemeka to become his mistress.

Accompanied by her Coalition team and trusted partner Erling Fenian, Toemeka bands with the local underground resistance and Michio Kimes, a handsome spiritual warrior trained to fight sorcery. Together they must battle to free the people of Jaipar and restore its rightful heir to power.

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Star-Rider-Razors-Edge-1/dp/0989336522/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1441993101&sr=8-1&keywords=star+rider+on+the+razor%27s+edge


Excerpt
            
Something touched Toemeka’s leg. Her eyes snapped open and she saw a vine curling itself around her ankle. It twisted up her thigh. Amazed that a vine could move, she touched one of its blue iridescent leaves. “What an unusual plant, you are.” Another stem twirled around her arm. She tugged at the vine, trying to pull it off. It tightened its grip.

She heard Michio calling her name. “I’m over here. By the river,” she yelled. She tugged harder at the vine on her arm as it climbed to her shoulder. It wound its way around her neck and tightened against her windpipe. Frantically, she grabbed the thick stem with both hands and screamed for help

Toemeka couldn’t breathe as the vine tightened around her neck. Her lungs burned. Fear pumped through her veins and black spots flashed before her eyes. The world spun. A branch cracked, then Michio appeared and began slashing at the base of the stalk with his knife. The plant let out an ear-piercing scream and squirted a stinging, putrid orange fluid on Toemeka’s arm.

Light-headed, she collapsed. Michio pulled the vine from her throat, and she gasped as fresh air filled her lungs. She distantly heard Michio ask if she was okay. She opened her eyes to find him crouching next to her, looking worried.

A vine tentacle slithered around her waist. She grabbed the stem and tried to rip it away. “Get it off me!” she cried hoarsely.

Michio started to help her when he fell forward onto the ground. A vine had wrapped itself around his ankle and it dragged him toward waving reddish-orange tubes. Michio hacked himself free, the plant screamed and sprayed more juice. Scrambling back to Toemeka, Michio whacked at the vine that gripped her. It shrieked as he chopped and slashed the knife into it. Finally, it released her, climbed up a nearby tree and wound around its trunk.


About the Author:

Heidi Skarie's life as a writer began when she had a dramatic dream about a futuristic world at war. The vivid dream was like watching an action/adventure movie. Excited about the dream, she recorded it upon awakening. That night the dream continued where it left off. After six nights, Heidi had a hundred-page journal recording the series of dreams. This awakened her interest in writing, which continues to be one of her greatest passions today. Heidi is a visionary author who writes science fiction and historical fiction novels. Her novels are a an exciting blend of action, adventure and romance, featuring strong, spiritually inquisitive heroines. Star Rider on the Razor’s Edge is her first science fiction novel. She previously published Red Willow’s Quest, a historical novel based on a past life, about a Native American girl training to become a medicine woman.


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