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Friday, October 9, 2015

Book Blast: Released by Mia Fox @MiaFoxBooks

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TITLE – Released SERIES – Romani Realms AUTHOR – Mia Fox GENRE – paranormal romance / steampunk PUBLICATION DATE – already published LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 315 PUBLISHER – Evatopia Press COVER ARTIST – Eden Crane

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The discovery of an ancient bottle unleashes a Genie - and the wrath of the Demon Gypsies chasing her...
When Suzette (“Suki”) is released from her bottle by two teen girls, she is more than a bit surprised that a Genie of her calibre is beholden to two average high school students. After dealing with dignitaries and noblemen, however, she believes this will be a welcome break.
Until she discovers the teens’ hidden powers and that one will come to possess the Amulet of Pollox, a necklace that contains the secrets from some of the greatest minds throughout history. Unfortunately, she’s not the only one who notices. The Amulet draws the attention of the two powerful and vengeful Demon Gypsies who have pursued Suki through time and will stop at nothing to snatch the girls and the Amulet.
Suddenly, Suki is not just helping the girls navigate high school crushes, she’s safeguarding them from danger unlike anything they’ve ever known. To make matters more complicated, she must also fight her attraction to James - her protector through the ages - whose sudden arrival threatens her resolve and her heart.
A time-traveling Genie and her unrequited love...
Demon Gypsies with an insatiable quest for power...
And the teen girls whose existence threatens them all.
This is the world of “Released,” book one of The Romani Realms series by Mia Fox, a Young Adult trilogy featuring elements of paranormal romance and steampunk.


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Mia Fox is a Los Angeles-based novelist who writes across varied genres including Young Adult/New Adult Paranormal Romance, Steampunk, and Chick Lit. She received her Bachelor of Arts Degree in Communications from U.S.C.
Before writing full time, she worked as an entertainment publicist, a career she chronicles in her novel, “Alert the Media.” However, she is happy to leave that world behind her, preferring that any drama in her life is only that which she creates for her characters.
She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, three children, Casey, the Wonder Westie, and Bean, his brother.


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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Foxoddness by Maureen O. Betita @maureenobetita

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Maureen O. Betita

Genre: contemporary erotic paranormal romance

Date of Publication: September 15, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-939914-67-5


Number of pages: 215

Word Count: 78,206

Cover Artist: Barbara Cool Lee

Book Description:

A house by the beach, happily married for over 25 years – what more could Sarah and Andrew Denby need? Yet, something is missing…until Will Bramble knocks on their door. He leads them into a deeper sensuality than they ever imagined.

The lanky redhead figures on a quick seduction, some fun in the sack and moving on. But Sarah’s laughter, Andrew’s strength, and the welcome of their bed, fills the hollow place in his heart.

From the haunted hills of Santa Bella, to the rambling fields of Scotland and the enchantments of Ireland, they discover the powers of physical intimacy, while the legacy of his magic, hidden beneath his human skin, brings their world to life.

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Casually, Will laid an arm across the back of the bench. “The windows and doors won’t take very long. But if you’d like, we can talk about a few odd jobs. Like repairing this deck. I think the support beams are failing; it’s too spongy. I have the time on my schedule.”

She turned her face toward his hand and inhaled the batch of pheromones he’d set down earlier. Her eyes closed slightly and a tremble ran through her body. The obvious desire for more flew through her. She took another deep breath. He set his drink cup down and turned to face her. When he lifted his hand slightly, she ran a tongue down it, and then flinched back. “Oh! I…uh…” The blush from the coffeehouse rose to a full bloom on her face.

How charming!

“Seems like a good thing to do…” Taking her hand in his, he raised it to his lips and ran his tongue down it, and then sucked several of her fingers into his mouth.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. “Oh, God. I...want…”

“I like to follow my instincts, Sarah.” Will looked straight into her eyes. He licked at her fingertips before setting that hand at his bulging crotch. With a moan, her eyes lost focus as the pheromones took hold. Will kept still when she pushed off the bench, knelt on the deck, and fought to get his pants open. Her fervor impressed him. She lowered her mouth onto him and sucked like it was the first cock she’d ever touched.

A smidge of guilt ran through him, but the glory of her mouth swept that away. If she hadn’t been inclined, it wouldn’t have worked.

Though he wanted to linger over the encounter, it was best if he delivered this first dose of chemistry speedily. “Damn, that feels so good.” He stroked her hair, let his head drop back and surrendered. She swallowed most of his cum, save for the bit that dribbled down her chin. He smiled and lifted her, opening her shirt and spreading that bit down her cleavage, even painting her nipples with it. “Make sure he sucks them tonight,” he whispered.

Sarah nodded, and he helped her back to the bench, securing her shirt before putting himself back together. He picked up his drink and let her return to herself. His chemistry would make sure she stayed calm. Her memory wasn’t going to argue with what just happened. It would just shuffle it around; probably decide nothing had occurred save a pleasant fantasy.

As he expected, the lovely writer sat up straighter, picking up the conversation from where it left off. “Yeah, the deck. It is a bit spongy. I keep trying to talk Andrew into putting together a shed under there, with a door to the front and the back. And extend it.” She got up and pointed to the box below the deck, giving him a nice view of her ass. “That used to be where the twits before us kept their dogs.” It was as if the small interlude had never taken place.

His imagination sped ahead, picturing her spreading those legs and inviting him to fuck her. Battling the image, he finished his cookies and then told her to check out the bedroom. “You can watch while I get the new window in.”

Standing, she sedately followed him into the bedroom and lay down on the bed to observe him work. He stepped in and out of the room. One of the times he came back in, she’d slipped her hand under the waistband of the baggy jeans she was wearing and began masturbating. Will ignored her and kept talking about the window. When she climaxed, filling the room with her scent, he sat, pulling her hand free and cleaning it off. A small smile lit her face and then she drifted into a late afternoon nap. Her susceptibility boded well for his pursuit. He hoped Andrew was equally inclined. From impressions, he was nearly certain.


Character Name: Will Bramble

Character Bio: Will is the youngest son of a private and prominent family, living outside of Las Vegas. He is one of a twin and was born…well, differently. He’s spent his life wandering from job to job, lover to lover. He is of good nature and does no harm. He’s simply never found a reason to stay anywhere or with anyone. Until he meets the Denbys.


Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

Until I met Sarah and Andrew, my worst trait was that I never hung around very long. I don’t think I’ve broken any hearts and I always tried to leave people in better shape than I found them. But I wanted more… My best trait is that I always believed there was something better coming my way. I’m an optimist, and I enjoy being an optimist. Oddly enough, it’s something that has been a struggle with Sarah and Andy. Falling in love makes me feel vulnerable. It’s odd, vulnerable and strong at the same time?

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

I’m older than I look. I’m sometimes treated like I can’t really know the things I know.

What is your biggest secret, something no one knows about?

Well, my secret was a secret, until Sarah and Andy… If I tell you, well…keep it to yourself, okay? I wasn’t born human!

What are you most afraid of?

Losing who I love by revealing my secret and being rejected.

What do you want more than anything?

I used to think I wanted my roaming freedom to never end. I know now that I really wanted a home and denmates. I mean, a family!

What is your relationship status?

Was always available has changed to…something so much better.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

(blink) Uh, casual?

How much of a rebel are you?

Well, I’m the only one who didn’t stay near the family home… I’m a bit of a rebel?

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

I know how to create wonderful things with my hands. *snicker

What is your idea of happiness?

Acceptance and belonging.

What is your current state of mind?


What is your most treasured possession?

Sarah and Andy. Though, they don’t really belong to me. I think I belong to them…

What is your most marked characteristic?

My sense of smell. It’s a gift.

What is it that you, most dislike?

*whispers* Death.

Which living person do you, most despise?

*snarls* This bastard preacher in Scotland…

What is your greatest regret?

Hiking in Scotland with Sarah… *hangs head

What is the quality you most like in a man?

*tilts his head, pauses - The ability to forgive.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

*snickers, then clears throat and sits up straight -Flexibility! Really!

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Robin Hood

Which living person do you most admire?

Jane Goodall, she really tries to understand.

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

I wish I were stronger, and faster.

What is your motto?

Keep looking, you’ll find it.


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About the author


Maureen O. Betita believes in the transformative power of sensual encounters. She uniquely blends erotic romantic adventure, plus fantasy/paranormal elements in her books, including The Kraken’s Caribbean series and the Forever A Pirate series.

Pirate Festivals, Steampunk Gatherings, Science Fiction and Fantasy Conventions, Renaissance Faires – these are all within her social sphere and she borrows, steals, and creates stories from her adventures at these venues. Her imagination includes worlds of science fiction romance with three books revolving around the common theme of Alien Encounters; an intricate creation of contemporary erotic fantasy, with Born in Flight; and trips to a slightly alternative side of contemporary Ireland with the upcoming 5 books series, Sex Magic.


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Series Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Warriors of Hir by Willow Danes

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Warriors of Hir

Book One

Willow Danes

Genre: Science Fiction Romance/

Paranormal Erotica

Publisher: Here Be Dragons

Date of Publication: August 8, 2014

ISBN: 0692271813

ISBN: 978-0692271810


Number of pages: 218

Word Count: 55,000

Cover Artist: Steven James Catizone

Book Description:

Jenna McNally is tending to the heartrending task of clearing out her grandfather’s cabin when she’s knocked off her feet by the impact of a nearby plane crash. She races into the snowy North Carolina woods to help and discovers that this is no plane that’s crashed.

Ra’kur’s people have been brought to the brink of extinction by war. After years spent searching for a compatible mate to bond with, an enemy attack lands him on a backward, primitive planet and right to the very female he has been seeking. And a Hir warrior’s first task in claiming a mate is to capture her . . .

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The screaming came from overhead, like metal ripping through the sky.

In the next instant Jenna stumbled, falling onto her hands and knees as the cabin itself seemed to be lifted up a bit before being slammed back down in a puff of dust, the books and boxes and Pap’s many doohickeys rattling around her.

She was gasping, her ears still ringing as the cabin settled into quiet again. Shaking, Jenna eased back onto her haunches, her hand going to the little golden bird charm that hung on a chain around her neck.


Quakes were rare in this part of North Carolina, and besides, she’d felt that tremble, that rumbling, beneath her feet a few times out west and this was nothing like that.

Jenna’s glance darted about the room—the half-packed boxes, the groupings she’d made as she sorted her grandfather’s things into piles of stuff to keep or give away or throw out. Through the cabin’s front window, she caught sight of a far-off spray of snow thrown high into the air and now falling rapidly to the ground.

When she’d fallen, she’d dropped the framed photo of her and Pap standing in front of The Sweet Tooth on opening day. Thankfully it hadn’t broken, but the faded oval rag rug had done little to protect her knees from the fall and her palms felt raw and scraped.

Shakily Jenna placed the picture on the coffee table, put a hand on the worn red and black plaid sofa, and, wincing, got to her feet. Her right knee was likely going to sport a nasty bruise tomorrow but the couple steps across the living room to the window assured her that would be the worst of it. She frowned out at the sunny, snow-covered landscape, her breath fogging up the windowpane.

Plane crash, maybe?

There was a tiny airport not far from here. Recently built and meant for small craft—a few of the new, wealthy residents of Brittle Bridge used it when they didn’t want to go to Six Oaks—it was little more than a runway and a couple hangars.

Jenna scanned the woods, looking for smoke, but even the snow had settled now and the mountain seemed peaceful as ever. It took her a moment to realize that the TV that she’d had on to keep her company while she tended to the heartrending task of packing up Pap’s things had gone dark. A quick look at the blinking red light showed the Wi-Fi was out too.

No satellite, no Internet.

“Great,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips. Thinking she could get by fine with just her cell she’d made the mistake of having the landline cut off last week before she realized her fancy—and expensive—new phone didn’t work inside the cabin. Outside, sure. Go twenty feet or sit in the SUV and the damned thing worked perfectly.

Jenna chewed the inside of her cheek. She hadn’t seen anything except the now-resettled spray of snow but if it were a downed plane then someone could be hurt out there. It got dark around five this time of year so there were a few hours of daylight left at least and she knew these woods better than anyone—excepting her grandfather, of course.

She grabbed her cell off the coffee table and in a few moments had her white down jacket zipped, the hood yanked up, and her gloves on. She was already wearing her sheepskin boots; the cabin floor sometimes felt cold to her even in the summer and now in January it was bitterly so.

Jenna drew in the bracing smell of snow and pine as she stepped onto the porch and shut the front door behind her. She was careful going down the cabin’s front steps; she’d slipped often enough on them over the years to remember to hold the handrail in winter. The soft powdery snow crunched under her boots as she walked and, as expected, three steps past her SUV the cell had reception again.

She scrolled through the numbers to the right one and hit “Dial” as she headed in the direction where she’d seen the snow spray.

“Sheriff’s Department.”

“Sarah Jane? It’s Jenna McNally.”

“Hey there, Jenna, you okay?” Sarah Jane had once been a model, or so Pap had said. Got her heart broke by a famous artist in New York and fled to Brittle Bridge to escape it all.

But then again, he’d made up stories about everyone with Jenna—the mayor was in the witness protection program, her teacher was a secret agent. She’d been labeled a “sensitive child” by the social worker who had handled the transfer of custody to him. Of course to Pap “sensitive” meant “creative” so he’d gone all out in encouraging her in all of it—the arts and music, crafting, baking—anything she wanted to try, and he was proud as punch to let her.

But if Sarah Jane had been a model, it was thirty-five years ago or more now and twenty since she joined the sheriff’s department. “You up at Pap’s still?”

Her grandfather’s name was William James McNally. But it had probably been since before Sarah Jane’s supposed model-artist affair days that he had been called anything other than “Pap” in the vicinity of Brittle Bridge—at least never in the twenty-six years Jenna had known him.

Well, excepting that social worker.

“Yeah, I’ll be here for a couple more days,” Jenna said, already past the clearing around the house and into the forest. “Listen, I think a plane crashed up here on our”—she swallowed hard—“my land.”

“A plane?” Sarah Jane’s voice went from neighborly to official. “Where did it come down?”

“Not sure.” Jenna ducked under a branch as she headed deeper into the woods. “I heard something real loud and then it was like ‘bam,’ something hitting the ground hard. Shook the whole place.”

“Can you see smoke from where you are now?”

“No,” Jenna admitted, trotting along as fast as the snow would allow her. Some of the drifts were deep and she had to mind where she stepped. She wouldn’t be doing anyone any good if she broke her ankle. “I’m heading out to take a look now.”

“But you saw the plane go down?”

“Uh, no.” Sarah Jane’s too-patient tone was starting to make her feel a little embarrassed for calling when she hadn’t actually seen anything. Maybe it was something else: a really big tree falling or a damn meteorite or something.

“Huh,” Sarah Jane said. “Lemme call around and see if anybody’s gone missing. But you call me straight off if you find anything, ’kay?”

“Sure thing.” Jenna ended the call and slipped the phone into her jacket pocket. Whatever crashed couldn’t be far from where she’d seen the snow spray up.

Forced by the lack of schools and friends for his young granddaughter, Pap had kept the house in Asheville, but they’d come to Brittle Bridge at every opportunity. Pap’s heart was here and she’d happily spent the summer days running barefooted in these woods clad in overalls, her chestnut hair in pigtails at first, then tied back in a ponytail as she got older.

Her stride faltered and she steadied herself against a pine, the rough trunk pulling on her knitted glove. Pap’s beloved woods were quiet and bright around her but Jenna suddenly had a strong urge to run back to the cabin.

She set her jaw and pressed on. Pap hadn’t raised her to be a coward and this was her land now. He’d left her five hundred acres and anyone on it without her say-so was trespassing, even if it was about to go up for sale.

Still, she wished she’d thought to grab Pap’s revolver or rifle or even his hunting knife before she’d come racing down here.

I’ll go as far as the creek and if I don’t find anything I’ll head on back.

But all was quiet at the creek too, the crystal clear water moving placidly between the banks—

Jenna stopped short. There was tang to the air, a burned smell that wrinkled her nose. It reminded her a little bit of the inside of a mechanic’s garage, out of place in such pristine woods.

It smelled wrong. Not only that…

There’s no snow here.

There was snow all around, covering the ground, hanging heavy in the tree limbs above, but here there was just a long patch of mud and broken sticks.

The sudden sick feeling of being watched raised the tiny hairs on the back of her neck. With a shock of awareness she realized just how very vulnerable she was out here, alone and unarmed.

Pap hadn’t raised her to be an idiot either. With trembling fingers she pulled her phone out and hit redial to the Sheriff’s office.

In horrified disbelief she watched the screen flash “Connection failed.”

She took a step back and searched the silent, still forest.

All I have to do is make it back up to the house. I can get the gun, get my car keys, call for help, get the hell out of here!

Her quickened breath was visible as she headed uphill back toward the cabin, the drifts and her fear slowing her down. She couldn’t remember if the ammunition was still in the kitchen cabinet or if she’d moved it to—

Something off to her right gave a soft, deep growl . . .





Warriors of Hir

Book Two

Willow Danes

Genre: Science Fiction Romance /

Paranormal Erotica

Publisher: Here Be Dragons

Date of Publication: February 1, 2015

ISBN-10: 0692377735

ISBN-13: 978-0692377734


Number of pages: 271

Word Count: 69,000

Cover Artist: Steven James Catizone

Book Description:

Hope MacGowan is a city girl but reeling from a break-up on top of a layoff has her determined to have a weekend away in the North Carolina mountains—even if all her friends have bailed at the last minute. Hope’s life is one big train-wreck and getting kidnapped by a tall, blond alien—even a gorgeous one—sure isn’t helping.

R’har crossed the galaxy to seek a mate on this newly discovered world and this delicate red-haired female is everything he’s dreamed of—except happy to find herself mated to him. R’har knows in his heart he’s her true mate, even if he’s not human. But taking her doesn’t mean he can keep her and somehow he has to convince Hope to choose him before time runs out . . .

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Coldness snaked through Hope’s belly as Keri’s silence dragged on.

“Did you know?” Hope asked again. Her cell pressed hard to her ear, her heart in her throat as she waited for her friend’s answer, she had a sudden urge to open the car window and hurl the damned thing into the road before Keri could reply. “Did you know about Brian and Megan?”

Through the phone she heard Keri sigh and Hope’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, the center diamond of her engagement ring sparkling in the sunlight.

Parked in front of the diner where she was to pick up the rental’s keys, Hope blinked out at Brittle Bridge, North Carolina’s quaint Main Street. Outside her car, people strolled about on their Friday morning errands, enjoying the May sunshine and the sweet mountain air, chatting and laughing.

Inside the car, Hope’s breath had the quick shallow pant of an animal caught in a trap.

“Look,” Keri began, a little impatiently. “It wasn’t my job to tell you. Megan—Brian really—should have.”

“You’re my friend. You went with me to look at venues, at wedding gowns. You bought a bridesmaid’s dress.” Hope’s throat tightened. “Megan bought a maid of honor dress!”

“I didn’t actually buy the dress,” Keri mumbled. “I called the boutique after we left and asked them to cancel my order.”

But that was back in March!

“How long?” Hope asked, her voice high and tight. “How long has it been going on? How long have you known?”

Keri sighed again. “I went to Gable’s with some people from work back in January and I saw Brian and Megan in a booth in the back and they were—It’s probably been going on longer though.”

“January? But—” Hope began, her tone pleading now as if she could argue this away, as if to point out the faulty logic of it would cast a spell and make everything right again. “But we got engaged on Valentine’s Day! He asked me to marry him on Valentine’s Day. If he and Megan were—” Her eyes stung. “He broke our engagement by text, you know. He sent me a text today to tell me that he and Megan were together and how very, very sorry he was. Megan texted to say she’s sorry too—Oh, and since she’s not coming for the weekend she’s not going to pay her third for the rental.”

“Oh, that is shitty,” Keri said.

Shitty as letting me plan a wedding when you knew all along Megan was fucking my fiancé?

But the great burden of red hair was everyone expected you to have a bad temper and a sharp tongue. Hope had spent most of her twenty-seven years showing the world how even-keeled she was, how she could handle anything with a cool head, not raging or weeping even in the face of heartbreak and grief, not letting anyone know how bad she hurt.

Those walls went up when she was eight and were so thick now that nothing—not the death of her parents, not the humiliation of her fiancé screwing her maid of honor—was going to bring them down.

“Yeah, it is,” Hope said instead. “So when were you going to get around to telling me that you aren’t coming for the weekend either?”

“Look, I just thought if you and Megan were alone—maybe the truth would finally come out. Being with the two of you and pretending I didn’t know sucked.”

“Wow.” Hope nodded even though Keri couldn’t see her. Even a determined redhead had her limits. “That must have been really rough on you.”

Keri went silent again.

Hope put her hand over her eyes, blocking out the cheerful spring sunlight. “I lost my job this morning.”

“What?” Keri sounded startled for the first time during their conversation.

“They made the announcement today. They sold the company to the Hindle Group last week and they had one too many graphic designers so they let me go. They made me drive all the way to Asheville to give me the news. My fiancé ends it in a text but my company had to tell me in person.”

“Jesus . . .”

“They gave me three months’ severance. And they shook my hand too. Apparently someone in the D.C. office did me the favor of clearing out my stuff while I was driving to Asheville yesterday so I’m all packed up. They’ll have everything delivered to my apartment by the end of the day.”

“So you’re driving back to D.C. tonight?”

“What for?” Hope asked bleakly. “Brian and Megan are at his place, making the most of the romantic curtained bed I bought. I don’t have work on Monday. No fiancé, no best friend, no job. My apartment lease is up in ten days and now I won’t be moving in with Brian. Maybe I’ll just move up here to the mountains. Take up wood crafting or something.”

“Call me when you get back,” Keri urged. “I’ll take you out and get you drunk. We’ll find you someone new.”

“No. I’m cursed.” Hope shut her eyes. “No one on the planet has worse luck with men than I do.”

Keri was smart enough not to argue that point. “I really am sorry.”

“Yeah, me too,” Hope said and hung up.

She turned off the car and sat there, the cell cradled in her lap. The invitations hadn’t gone out yet so she didn’t need to work through the guest list; with her parents both dead and no siblings there was no one left to call.

No one at all.




Warriors of Hir

Book Three

Willow Danes

Genre: Science Fiction Romance /

Paranormal Erotica

Publisher: Here Be Dragons

Date of Publication: July 28, 2015

ISBN-10: 0692500820

ISBN-13: 978-0692500828


Number of pages: 265

Word Count: 68,000

Cover Artist: Steven James Catizone

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Book Description:

Kidnapped from Earth by an alien warrior when she visits her uncle, Summer Mills is terrified she will never be able to return home. Her alien captors are using human females as breeding stock and her only chance to return to Earth is Ke’lar, the one Hir warrior willing to stand between her and his own kind.

Returning this human female home won’t be easy and Ke’lar knows by this act of defiance he is throwing his own chances at a lifemate away. Both his family’s enemies and his own clan have pledged to reclaim the woman he has stolen, the only woman he will ever love . . .

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The alien warrior, naked beside her, gave a soft snore, his thickly muscled arm thrown over Summer, keeping her close as he slumbered.

When he had first captured her on Earth, she had only seen beast—his full mouth, his gleaming fangs, his inhuman ridged forehead and heavy brow. Now, lying beside him, his bare tan skin smooth and warm against her own, his eerie glowing amber eyes shut, she knew how very intelligent he was, this wild creature who had brought her to his planet. He, like all the males of his kind—the g’hir—was tall, powerfully built, fast as quicksilver.

Summer wet her lips. She could see the movement of his eyes behind his lids.


She’d never get a better chance.

Escaping a seven-foot-tall alien warrior who’s claimed you as his mate and taken you halfway across the galaxy is impossible.

But when it’s your only chance in hell of ever seeing home again, you just tell “impossible” to fuck off.

Six days after her abduction, her heart hammering so hard she feared the sound of it would wake the warrior at her side, Summer eased out from under his heavily muscled arm and slid from his bed.

He stirred, reaching for her. She froze, crouching beside the bed, praying his vibrant eyes stayed shut, his face slack with slumber. His long, silky, red-brown hair was spread across the white pillow, his swarthy coloring a stark contrast to her own pale complexion.

When she’d first awoken to find herself captive on his ship he’d looked her over with his unnervingly brilliant alien gaze. He’d taken a lock of her pale blond hair between his large fingers, frowned at her skin, and asked if such pallor in a human meant she was sickly. Trembling before the huge warrior, thinking he’d kill her if he thought her ill, not even understanding how she was processing those growls of his as language—Summer swore she was completely healthy. He’d given a satisfied fanged smile; pleased, she knew now, that she’d be able to produce the robust, healthy offspring he wanted.

The warrior—Ar’ar—gave another soft snore and Summer straightened to standing.

Clad only in a whisper-thin nightgown, the polished tiles cold under her feet, she padded silently through his luxurious quarters. Sweet spring air drifted through the open balcony doors, the fine silk curtains fluttering in the breeze as she passed them.

The balcony of Ar’ar’s rooms—the opulent living quarters of a clanfather’s heir—overlooked his family’s vast holdings, and the three moons of his world—Hir—lit her way. The wind stirred her long hair, momentarily blocking her vision, and impatiently Summer tucked the bright strands behind her ears to keep them out of her eyes.

She had one chance at this.

If they caught her she’d be watched constantly no matter what concessions Ar’ar—her new alien “mate”—made to his female’s pleas. He was confident enough, and proud enough, that he had dismissed the honor guards his father, Mirak, tried to attach to her. Ar’ar gave a huffing, indulgent laugh as he’d waved them off at her request. After all, compared to him, Summer, even at five foot nine, was just a slip of thing.

A weak, harmless, helpless human female . . .

Using the building to help her balance, she climbed up to stand on the balcony’s wall.

Eight stories above the ground of an alien world.

Summer swallowed hard. There was a reason she always insisted on having a room on the first floor of a hotel. Just glancing out the glass-wall window of her high-rise office back home left her woozy.

But there was only one way out into the hallway—and ultimately to Earth—that wouldn’t wake the glowing-eyed fanged warrior snoozing back there. She had to get from these quarters over to the unoccupied rooms beside them. That door she could open without fear of waking him, then get the hell out of this monstrously large building they called a clanhall and run for freedom.

It wasn’t even very far over. Twelve feet, maybe.

All she had to do was get to the next balcony.

Never mind that the only way there was a small decorative outcropping on the side of the building barely as wide as her foot . . .

Author Interview

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

I always wanted to be a writer! At age six I would make little story books (complete with illustrations!) out of construction paper and yarn to hand out.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

I published Another Man’s Bride under my real name, Ariel MacArran, in July of 2013. At first sales were slow but one day someone I didn’t know, someone who just saw the book on Amazon, read it and loved it! I suddenly realized that to her, this unknown reader, I was on the same level as any other published novelist—even Philippa Gregory and Diana Gabaldon—I finally felt like a real writer!

How long did it take to get your first book published?

When I first started writing I sent my books out to agents and traditional publishers. I did sell two of my books to a traditional publisher but when I got the contracts they were awful! The agent I had at the time tried but couldn’t get the publisher to negotiate. I made the very difficult decision to decline the offer to publish. When self-publishing took off I thought I didn’t have anything to lose by trying and I absolutely love it!

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

I’m a licensed therapist too but I do much more writing now than seeing patients.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

Stolen. Summer, claimed by Ar’ar, is desperate to get home. Ke’lar, warrior of a rival clan, is her one hope.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

I formed a company, Here Be Dragons Publishing, and publish all my books under that imprint. I hope to expand my publishing company to other authors soon.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

I have been able to write an entire book from start to ready-to-publish in under eight weeks. I prefer to take longer but life doesn’t always let me. :)

What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I’ve got so much going on! The audiobook of Captured just came out and the audiobook of Taken is slotted for release in November then the narrators, Adam McLaughlin and Kathryn LaPlante, head back into the studio to do Stolen. The Tellaran novels and my medieval Historical, Another Man’s Bride, are gearing up for audiobook production too. In the coming months I’ll be releasing The Princess, fourth in the Tellaran series, and Hidden, the next book in the Hir series. I have another Historical in the works and a time-travel I’d love to do.

What genre would you place your books into?

Most are Science Fiction Romance but because the love scenes are of the steamier variety they also show up as Science Fiction or Paranormal Erotica.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

I just always loved Historical and Science Fiction. I write the kind of books I’d like to read.

Do you have a favorite character from your books?

And why are they your favorite?

I don’t think I could pick a favorite! My guilty secret is I sometimes love writing the villains—like Jasa in The Seer and Mirak in the Hir series—almost as much I enjoy writing the heroes and heroines because they have solid, logical, but misguided, reasons for their actions.

How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?

I always knew I wanted to be a writer, even when I was really little. My dad died suddenly when I was 20; losing him was very hard and it forced me to think about how precious the time we have is. You have to do what you love, even if it’s hard, even if you’re the only one who believes you can do it and trust me, I got lots of rejection from publishers and agents, so much that I almost quit. But I wanted to be a writer enough that one day I made the commitment to do whatever it took for as long as it took.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

I actually love to write in bed with my laptop and my coffee next to me. Since I got a puppy, Porthos, I spend a lot of time writing in the living room in a chair and a half with my feet up on an ottoman. The dog is usually asleep (how can a 14 pound spaniel take up 75% of a huge chair??) next to me.

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

Yes, every writer I know does. Sometimes it’s helpful, sometimes it’s brutal, but often it’s what makes all the hard work and late nights worth it because someone loved my book. I swept someone up in my story and there is just nothing better!

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

I do both. For the Historicals I write first and then choose the title—I did two pages of ideas before I chose ‘Another Man’s Bride’! For the Hir series and the Tellaran series I have titles already chosen and write to fit them.

How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books? The hero and heroine’s names just pop into my head, like they were meant to be together. :) The minor characters and place names usually take a bit more work. Because I started with the Tellaran series my editor, Erin McCabe (author of I Shall Be Near to You) and I worked hard to make places, names, etc. for the Hir series very distinct from the ones on Az-kye. Sometimes, especially for the name of a location, I put in a placeholder like ‘the Blank River’ and come back to it later.

Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?

Place names are usually decided afterwards but a character’s name has to fit with who they are so I usually chose names then the character just falls into place.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

I’m very lucky that way. Characters just jump into my head to the point that, whatever the situation they’re put in, what they say and do just flows from who they are.

Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")

Yes, there’s always a deeper theme of growth and change in my novels—like Arissa learning to accept and be true to who she is in The Seer, or Isabella, raised in the English court, who knows she will disappoint the woman who raised her, Kat, when she chooses love in the Scottish Highlands over position. In The Consort, Kyndan has to stop hating the Az-kye people who enslaved him to make a life with Alari and Hope has to deal with the fear of how vulnerable loving R’har makes her in Taken.


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Willow Danes is the pen name of author Ariel MacArran, creator of the Tellaran Series. She is an Amazon bestselling author, currently at work on book four of the Tellaran Series, The Princess.

Book Blast & Interview: Dark Secrets: A Paranormal Noir Anthology by various authors @suzanne_johnson @megan_hart @rachelcaine

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clip_image002_thumb[1]Dark Secrets:

A Paranormal Noir Anthology

Rachel Caine, Cynthia Eden,

Megan Hart, Suzanne Johnson, Jeffe Kennedy, Mina Khan

Genre: Paranormal Noir,

Romance, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy

Date of Publication: September 29, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-942840-05-3


Number of pages: Approx. 350

Word Count: Approx. 150,000

Cover Artist: Robin Ludwig Design

Book Description:

Six award-winning authors bring you this spellbinding collection of stories about dark desires, mysterious worlds, and danger that lurks in the shadows of the night. Where nothing is black and white; where things might not be as they seem; where magic and mayhem rule.

MARION, MISSING by Rachel Caine

Valentine is a detective with two major problems: he's been offered a kidnapping case that will probably get him killed, and his partner won't let him turn it down. He owes her that much … since his partner's a ghost, and he's the one who killed her. A dark, haunting noir mystery of love, hate and loss.

FEMME FATALE by Cynthia Eden

PI Mick Swayne has seen it all—his clients have included liars, thieves, and even killers. He thinks he can handle anything and anyone. Then she walks into his office. Savannah Moreau is beautiful, seductive, and…a vampire? The gorgeous vamp hires Mick to help her track down a killer who is hunting in Chicago, but as Mick slips deeper into Savannah’s paranormal world, he wonders if he can really trust his new client…


When the devil starts the music, you'd better get ready to dance.

Kathleen Murphy has sold her soul to the devil. Fame, fortune, success...everything she's ever dreamed of is hers, and all she has to do is the devil's bidding. When love comes knocking, the last thing in the world she wants to do is involve Jake in her twisted world, but the devil's started up the jukebox and Kathleen has no choice but to learn the steps.

THE CONSORT by Suzanne Johnson

Faulkner Hearne, the captain of the ruthless Fae Hunters, finds his duty at odds with his heart when he’s ordered to capture the consort of Faerie’s cruel Prince of Summer when she flees across the veil into modern New Orleans. Can Faulk turn Liandra over to a certain death at the hands of the prince, or will he risk a war with Faerie in order to save her? An all-new novella set in the Sentinels of New Orleans multiverse.

HEART’S BLOOD by Jeffe Kennedy, a Twelve Kingdoms novella

A dark fairytale retelling of a princess robbed of rank, husband and even her name.

Nix is nothing. The Princess Natilde—her former waiting woman—attacked her on the journey to wed Prince Cavan, stripping her of everything and taking her place. With no serving skills, Nix becomes a goose girl. Perhaps if Nix keeps her promise never to reveal who she really is, Natilde won’t carry out her vile threats. Prince Cavan entered his arranged marriage determined to have a congenial, if not loving relationship with his future queen—for the sake of both their kingdoms. But, his wife repels him more each day and he finds himself absurdly drawn to the lovely Nix....With broken vows, anguish and dark secrets between them, Cavan and Nix struggle to find the magic to restore what’s gone terribly wrong... if it ever can be.

THE DJINN IN THE MIRROR by Mina Khan, a Djinn World novella

A paranormal Cinderella story with a young witch as the heroine and a wicked, sexy djinn instead of a fairy godmother....Dahlia, the step-daughter of a power hungry wizard, promises to free a djinn trapped in a mirror if he rescues her from impending death. But Ashmael the djinn has his own agenda: to trick & seduce his way to freedom. The only problem is he ends up falling for Dahlia. Can he win his freedom and save the girl?


  Author Interview

Author Name: Suzanne Johnson

Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

I wanted to be an artist until I was a senior in high school, but by the time I got to college I’d switched to journalism. I’ve always written—journals, essays, poetry. I never expected to write novels!

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

I always have, or at least since I was a teenager. Now, considering myself an “author” is another matter. I still struggle with that one sometimes; it seems more….serious.

How long did it take to get your first book published?

I’ll be the first to admit I was incredibly lucky. It took about two months to find my agent, and then it took her four months to sell my first series. I know, I know. It’s pretty ridiculous and I feel incredibly blessed to have had the right idea in front of the right person at the right time. Pure dumb luck.

Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

I do still have a day job since writing income is so erratic and I’m rather fond of paying my mortgage and having health insurance! I’ve worked as a magazine editor in university publishing for a long time, and currently work at Auburn University in Alabama. I went to college at arch-rival the University of Alabama, so I claim to be bilingual.

What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

For my novella “The Consort,” part of the DARK SECRETS anthology:

A New Orleans Fae Hunter is torn between heart and duty when ordered to capture an escaped consort.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?

The DARK SECRETS anthology is self-published by the authors, but I write the Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series for Tor Books, and (writing under the name Susannah Sandlin) the Penton Vampire Legacy and The Collectors series, both for Montlake Romance.

How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

For a full-length novel (about 100,000 words), three or four months, although I’ve done it in as little as a month. That’s a killer pace to maintain for very long, though. For a novella, three to six weeks.

What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I have a self-published novella and collection of shorts tied to my urban fantasy series, PIRATESHIP DOWN, coming out in early November. I have a new suspense series with Montlake (as Susannah Sandlin) whose first book, WILD MAN’S BLUFF, comes out next spring. And the fifth book in the Sentinels of New Orleans series, BELLE CHASSE, comes out next fall.

What genre would you place your books into?

The Sentinels of New Orleans series is urban fantasy; the Penton Vampire Legacy series is paranormal romance; and The Collectors series (and the new Wildlife Wardens series) is romantic suspense.

What made you decide to write that genre of book?

I love reading urban fantasy, so that was my go-to genre when I started writing fiction. Because of contract restrictions, I switched to paranormal romance for my second series, then began writing romantic suspense when the paranormal market started to weaken. My books, regardless of genre, always have a lot of action and suspense and humor.

Do you have a favorite character from your books? And why are they your favorite?

LOL. It usually depends on what character I’m writing at the time—I tend to fall in love with my characters. Right now, it’s the undead French pirate Jean Lafitte because I’ve been writing PIRATESHIP DOWN and he is such a fun character to write. I mean, he’s a sexy immortal French pirate, wickedly smart, devious, funny, and did I mention French? What’s not to like?

How long have you been writing?, and who or what inspired you to write?

I’ve always just written, but what inspired me to write fiction was being a New Orleanian in 2005 when Hurricane Katrina hit my city. The Sentinels series was a direct result of my own Katrina experiences. Had Katrina not hit, I don’t know that I would ever have written a novel, and I’d have missed something that’s become a big part of who I am.

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

I have an office on the second floor of my house. I do nothing in there but write and do mixed-media art. Since I work a full-time day job, I generally write from about 7:30 p.m. until midnight on weeknights and then put in from ten to twelve hours on Sunday. If I’m on deadline, I work on Saturday; otherwise, that’s my day off to do household stuff.

Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?

Noooo. I did the first couple of books, and I finally realized I’m neither as great or as awful as reviewers say. I will usually read the first five or ten reviews of a new book to see if there’s a trend, but after that I try not to. They can get in your head, especially the really mean ones.

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

I usually have the title before I even start the book, but I’m a plotter and that’s part of my process.

How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?

I’ve used family names, looked up names in baby name books, looked at historical names, and come up with stuff from the top of my head. So it varies. That’s for characters. I tend to use real places. I like the idea that someone can read my Sentinels of New Orleans books, for example, and go to most of the places mentioned in the books.

Are character names and place names decided after their creation? Or do you pick a character/place name and then invent them?

I usually come up with the type of character—a wizard, a tomboy, a singer, an enforcer, an Army Ranger—and then name them. Other than Penton, which is a mashup of three different towns, I use real places.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

I’m a plotter, so I do that ahead of time. I try to leave things loose enough that characters can surprise me. For example, I’ve had merman Rene Delachaise in four books and just found out that he was agoraphobic. Who knew?

Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")

I don’t know that there are morals to my stories, but I do tend to return to the same themes without realizing it: duty versus heart, the importance of friendships, being true to who you are.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

I love seeing my books in print, and there are a few authors on my auto-buy list that I buy in print, but I have to admit I’m more likely to read an ebook these days—I can read faster and they’re more convenient.

What is your favorite book and Why? Have you read it more than once?

I don’t know that I have one single favorite. Among my favorites: Stephen King’s THE STAND; Susan Howatch’s THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE; the Harry Potter series. And I’ve read all of those more than once.

Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is you favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

As a general rule I don’t think movies transfer well to movies because the complexity and nuance that makes a novel great is difficult to capture on screen. I think the Lord of the Rings trilogy was done extremely well. I started out liking the Harry Potter films but thought they fell apart toward the end. I have yet to see any film version of THE STAND that was good.

Your favorite food is?

Varies from day to day. Today, it’s pad thai.

Your favorite singer/group is?

Again, it varies. Today, it’s Alexandre Belliard.

Your favorite color is?

Dark teal.

Your favorite Author is?

One? Only one? Yikes. Today, Jim Butcher.



Rachel Caine is the New York Times, USA Today, and #1 internationally bestselling author of more than 45 novels that span the categories of horror, suspense, urban fantasy, science fiction, media tie-in, historical, and young adult. She’s also the author of more than 100 short stories.

Twitter: @rachelcaine


Award-winning author Cynthia Eden writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a three-time finalist for the prestigious RITA® award. Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over fifty novels and novellas.

Twitter: @cynthiaeden


Megan Hart is a USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly and New York Times bestselling author who writes in many genres including mainstream fiction, erotic fiction, science fiction, romance, fantasy and horror.

Twitter: @megan_hart


Suzanne Johnson is the author of the award-winning Sentinels of New Orleans urban fantasy series. Writing as Susannah Sandlin, she is author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance series as well as The Collectors romantic suspense series, including Lovely, Dark, and Deep, winner of the 2015 Holt Medallion and the 2015 Booksellers Best Award winner for romantic suspense. Her new Wildlife Wardens romantic suspense series begins in 2016 with Wild Man’s Bluff.

Twitter: @suzanne_johnson


Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author whose works include non-fiction, poetry, short fiction, and novels. Her most recent works include a number of fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns; the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, an erotic contemporary serial novel, Master of the Opera, the fantasy series The Twelve Kingdoms, and the erotic romance trilogy, Falling Under. The first of the Twelve Kingdoms books, The Mark of the Tala, has been nominated for the RT Book of the Year while the sequel, The Tears of the Rose, has been nominated for best fantasy romance of the year. Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with two Maine coon cats, plentiful free-range lizards and a very handsome Doctor of Oriental Medicine.

Twitter: @jeffekennedy


Award-winning author Mina Khan grew up in Bangladesh on stories of djinns, ghosts and monsters. These childhood fancies now color her fiction. She daydreams of hunky paranormal heroes, magic, mayhem and mischief and writes them down as stories. She is the author of the Djinn World Chronicles, including The Djinn’s Dilemma and A Tale of Two Djinns, as well as Wildfire, a paranormal mystery with cowboys and dragons.

Twitter: @SpiceBites


Series Blast: Courtesan Slave Trade Series by Allison West

the murderessThe Murderess Courtesan Slave Trade Book One by Allison West publisher: Blushing Books genre: dystopian, erotica   Women that leave the royal harem, cast out by a Prince of Brayleigh, are sent into the Courtesan Slave Trade. Prince Aaron wants nothing to do with his father’s dark dealings and sinister ways. Sneaking his beloved women away each month is a tedious task and poses great risk. With no choice but to choose a woman to leave the royal harem, Aaron needs time to think. He evades the guards and his father’s clutches on an adventure outside of the palace. Love blossoms and danger lurks as Prince Aaron is forced to return home. Can he disrupt the Courtesan Slave Trade, or will the courtesans find themselves in a fate worse than hell? A dystopian erotic adventure featuring a kick-ass heroine and a virtuous prince. Courtesan Slave Trade is a spin-off series featuring Prince Aaron of Gem Apocalypse. This book begins two days before The Emerald Virgin. It can be read as a stand-alone but will be enjoyed even more by those that have read The Gem Apocalypse saga.


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Betrayed By Blood

Betrayed By Blood

Courtesan Slave Trade Book Two

by Allison West

publisher: Blushing Books

genre: dystopian, erotica

When Aaron discovers his father, King Gideon, and brother, Prince August, are still alive and a verdict for treason to come within a few days, Aaron has no choice but to infiltrate the palace, no matter the cost. Forced to align himself with the rebel leader Rhys, Aaron and Lorelei must return to the palace to seek justice and protect the crumbling nation of Brayleigh. Will she be loved by all who know of her as the murderess or feared for her deadly sins?

Unwilling to let Rhys take command of the country, Aaron will have to become the prince he was destined to be and rise in power to overthrow the new regime. Will Aaron be able to stop Rhys from his rise of power and end the slave trade once and for all? Will Lorelei find herself assimilated as part of the rebel movement or an enemy of the people? Betrayed by Blood is the riveting conclusion to the Courtesan Slave Trade series and a spin-off of the Gem Apocalypse series.


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About the Author

allison westAllison is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be. Allison writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally. Currently working on a stand-alone Victorian Age-Play Erotica, her debut series Courtesan Slave Trade is a spin-off from The Gem Apocalypse series by Ravyn Rayne. Allison also writes romance under Ravyn Rayne and young adult novels under Ruth Silver.

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Book Blast: Young Knights of the Round Table: The King’s Ransom by Cheryl Carpinello @ccarpinello

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TITLE – Young Knights of the Round Table: The King’s Ransom SERIES – Book I AUTHOR – Cheryl Carpinello GENRE – Middle Grade Arthurian Legend PUBLICATION DATE – May 2012 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 120 Pages PUBLISHER – MuseItUp Publishing COVER ARTIST – Kaytalin Platt

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Answer the hero's call to Adventure with the Young Knights of the Round Table on their Quest.
Three friends. Three quests. Three mysterious predictions.
In medieval Wales, eleven-year-old Prince Gavin, thirteen-year-old orphan Philip, and fifteen-year-old blacksmith's apprentice Bryan are brought together in friendship by one they call the Wild Man. When an advisor to the king is killed and a jewelled medallion is stolen from the king's treasury, the Wild Man is accused of the theft and murder. Filled with disbelief at the arrest of the Wild Man, the three friends embark upon a knight's quest to save their friend's life. To succeed, the three must confront their fears and insecurities, and one of them will have to disclose the biggest secret of all. Join Gavin, Philip, and Bryan on their quest and share the adventures that await them in the land of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table.



Prince Gavin
Gavin’s gaze was drawn back to the castle’s battle-scarred walls and the heavily armed guards. The evil emanating from the structure surrounded and held him captive, like a lone deer surrounded by hungry wolves in the dead of winter, unable to move, its eyes glassy with fear, its limbs frozen by the hypnotic gleam of the wolves’ yellow eyes. Even knowing its life was ending, the deer wouldn’t break and run. So Gavin sat frozen in front of the castle.
The enormity of his quest enveloped Gavin and he sighed. Continuing on meant he might save the Wild Man, but he might put himself in danger as well. King Edward was his father’s enemy and possibly responsible for Aldred’s murder. If Gavin were caught, Edward wouldn’t treat him kindly. The young prince summoned his courage and focused on the Wild Man. It had seemed so simple last night in the company of Bryan and Philip.
******************** Philip
Looking at the stack of chopped wood, he smiled sadly. Two years ago he would never have dreamed he’d be here, chopping wood for food and a dry place to sleep. He shook his head at his thoughts, his shaggy, ill-cut black hair falling unevenly across his forehead. Two years. It seemed like forever.
Two years earlier, he had lived with his parents and baby brother on their small farm up north. His parents worked hard to put food on the table and to pay off the farm. Philip’s main job was to watch baby Benjamin while his mother helped his father in their small field. When Benjamin fell sick, Philip helped his father clear the old stalks and rocks from the soil while his mother nursed the baby. He helped his father carefully plant the winter wheat and barley for harvest in the spring.
As autumn slipped into winter, Benjamin hadn’t gotten better. His tiny body burned with fever. Those last few days when Philip held him, the heat coming from Benjamin threatened to slowly engulf him like the embers of a dying fire.
********************** Bryan
In the five years he’d been James’s apprentice, Bryan had learned a lot. He made a sturdy sword, so James said. Two years still remained in his apprenticeship. Two long years.
Like most sons of tradesmen or farmers, his family had secured this apprenticeship early on. At eleven, he and his father had made the three-day journey south to the Pembroke Castle blacksmith. At first, the prospect of being away from home, on his own, and learning a respectable trade, was exciting. More importantly, it allowed him to see and talk with real knights.
He spent every day learning how to forge stronger swords, tougher armour, how to shoe horses, and even make pots and pans. It was a satisfying trade and one that would ensure him a livelihood. But Bryan didn’t want just a livelihood. Even now, only two years away from completing his apprenticeship, he still couldn’t see himself working with metal for the rest of his life. As long as he could remember, he had wanted only one thing: to be a knight like Sir Lancelot.


I am a retired high school English teacher. A devourer of books growing up, my profession introduced me to writings and authors from times long past. Through my studies and teaching, I fell in love with the Ancient and Medieval Worlds. Now, I hope to inspire young readers and those Young-at-Heart to read more through my Quest Books set in these worlds.

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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

New Release!! Rapture 2 by Perri Forrest @PerriForrest @sparklebooktour

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Series: Two books / Rapture was released August 28th  
Author: Perri Forrest
Audience: Adult 18+
Genre: IR / Women’s fiction / Romance / BWWM
Format: Ebook and paperback
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Cover by: Brittani Williams
Editor: Ninha Ferreira
Date Published: October 5, 2015

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When you think of rapture, you think of ecstasy, bliss, elation, and things of that nature. In short, a feeling of intense pleasure or joy. Rush had that. Or rather, Rush has that in the beautiful Alika Collins. Alika brings forth everything he wants in a woman. The two literally crashed into each other’s lives, and their whirlwind love story is safely set on solid ground. But is it really? And if so, for how long? There are certainly things that can disrupt what they have just begun to build.
Recently, Rush was dealt a devastating blow: He has a young daughter who he never knew existed. After this life-shattering secret is exposed, Rush finds out that those close to him are the ones behind it all. Feeling betrayed, he instantly dismisses those individuals from his life. In his mind, their actions were unforgivable and mending fences is not of urgency. At present, his primary goal is finding, and forging a relationship, with his child. Nothing will keep him from doing that.
But while Rush is establishing this new phase of life, things are in disarray in the old life.
For one, someone wants Rush's father dead and will go to great lengths to make it happen. Then there’s the mother of Rush's daughter who wants more than to co-parent. This leaves Alika feeling the strain of it all while trying to remain by his side. Yes, things become chaotic. But, Rush is no stranger to chaos. Hell, he even has a club called Chaos, as a testament to where he's been and what he's made of.
But how much can one person take?
Rapture 2 brings many things to question, but it will be interesting to see how it all turns out in the end. Specifically, which relationships will remain intact, and which ones will be forever altered to the point of no return.
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I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, but raised in sunny California. I describe myself as a trilogy: A businesswoman who navigates through Corporate America flawlessly from Human Resources to Project Management, a Sociologist with a burning desire to save the world, and an Author who loves writing life into fiction.
While my pen and paper consummated when I was pre-teen, my written words would not be seen until a long time after. My dream was always to write a book, but I didn't take steps to do so out of fear that readers wouldn't be interested in what I had to say.
When I suffered the devastating loss of my first cousin, in 2006, with a few months left to complete my undergraduate studies, I barely made it through. A good friend not only suggested that I begin blogging, that friend gifted me with a newly designed blog platform, which birthed my first e-journal.
The blog opened a whole new world for me and served as a place I could express candidly, about life. When my blog was discovered and I began receiving compliments on not just my candor, but on my writing style, it fueled the fire, and thoughts of penning a novel resurfaced.
The lingering doubts of, "Who would even want to read your work?" were replaced with, "Worry about an audience later, and just do it."
And that I did.
I write what I like to call, "Multicultural Mayhem". I label it as such because you never know what will happen in my stories, but what is certain; there will always exist a multicultural cast who bring with them plenty of Sex, Cursing and Sass. Oh...and the occasional Happily Ever After.
I love producing intimate moments that aren't just about sex. There's heat, and there's passion. But, it's a sexy kind of intimacy that I love exploring through my characters. I enjoy seeing them connect on both intellectual and physical levels. That connection allows me to build erotic moments, with purpose, and satisfaction.
I plan to perfect my craft and delve into other genres, down the line. With "Amazon bestselling author," added to my list of credits, I am in the writing game for the long haul and have no intentions of putting down my pen any time soon.
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