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Monday, September 30, 2013

New Release: Broken Dolls by BR Kingsolver

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BR Kingsolver

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Suspense

ISBN: 9781301813568 (ePub)

Number of pages: 235

Word Count: 79,600

Cover Artist: Mia Darien

Book Description:

Private investigator RB Kendrick makes her living nailing cheating spouses, digging up other dirt to help in a divorce, finding long-lost relatives, and occasionally sniffing out criminal activity and fraud.

When she takes a job to find a missing girl, she has no idea she is headed for the most dangerous case of her career. Usually, her ability to read minds gives her an edge. But when the people she’s hunting are also telepaths, that advantage is limited.

The search takes her into the dark underbelly of telepathic society, where anything, and anyone, is for sale. She discovers that telepathic women and girls are being trafficked as the ultimate sex slaves.

With people trying to kill her, she’s on the run, not knowing who she can trust. Will she find the missing girl, or become a victim herself?


I walked into the restaurant to meet my prospective client, scanned the diners and slipped into the booth with her. She started to say something, then her eyes widened and nothing came out of her open mouth.

“Mrs. Sanders? I’m RB Kendrick,” I said, extending my hand.

“Oh, my,” she breathed. “The description you gave me is wholly inadequate.” She stared at me for a minute, then said, “Copper.”

Confused, I looked around. There weren’t any police in there. “Huh?” I said intelligently.

“Your hair. It’s not ginger, it’s like polished copper. It shines.”

Women notice different things than men. As I suspected from our conversation on the phone, Sylvia Sanders was a norm and so was her husband. What I read in her mind matched what she told me verbally. It’s so much easier when clients tell you the truth. I understood why she had suspicions about her husband. The changes in his behavior and schedule screamed other woman to me also.

“So what do you want, Mrs. Sanders? A report, photos, a confrontation? A basic report of what and who he is or is not doing will run a thousand pounds. Photos catching them in the act are another thousand, if I can get them. Unlike the telly, most people don’t conveniently provide evidence in front of windows with the shades open. If you want to confront him in the act, I’ll accompany you for an additional fifteen hundred pounds.”

She blanched at my rates.

“If what he’s doing isn’t obvious, and I have to put him under surveillance for an extended period, my rates are five thousand a week.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” she said with a quiver in her voice. She gave me a thousand and I wrote down all the pertinent information.

“I’ll check on it this afternoon. I’m going to be out of town for a few days,” I told her. “If I don’t find anything by tomorrow morning, I’ll call you when I get back.”

“Thank you, Miss Kendrick. This has been going on for several months. I don’t think it’s going to change.”

“Mrs. Sanders, you need to think about what you’re going to do if your suspicions are correct. Are you going to confront him and hope he ends it? Or do you plan to divorce him? It’s something you should decide before hand.”

“I want a divorce,” she said. “I know he’s cheating on me. He called a little while ago and told me he had to work late this evening.”


I made silver and turquoise jewelry for almost a decade, ended up in nursing school, then took a master’s in business. Along the way I worked in construction, as a newspaper editor, a teacher, and somehow found a career working with computers.
I love the outdoors, especially the Rocky Mountains. I’ve skied since high school, with one broken leg and one torn ACL to show for it. I’ve hiked and camped all my life. I love to travel. I’ve seen a lot of Russia and Mexico, not enough of England. Amsterdam is amazing, and the Romanian Alps are breathtaking. I was in Paris and Iceland this summer.

I have a very significant other, two cats and two Basset Hounds. I’m currently living in Baltimore, nine blocks from the harbor, but still own a home in New Mexico.

New Release: Immortal Heart by Inger Iversen

Immortal Heart
Few Are Angels Book # 3 (Prequel)
By-Inger Iversen
Expected Publication Date- September 30th, 2013
Genre-New Adult/Mature YA-*Contains sexual content*

More than a century after the tragedy of Hélène's death and before Ella found Kale bruised and broken on her doorstep, Kale moved through the world in a haze of personal punishment allowing it to consume him. Until his friend, Detective Deacon, a newly infected Chorý calls on him for a favor.

In this prequel to the Few Are Angels series, Kale is thrown into a world of human blood trafficking and is introduced to a Chorý that offers him a chance at happiness— in blood.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Take It Off Series by Cambria Hebert

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Series- Take It Off #1

By Cambria Hebert

Publication Date- August 13th, 2013


***This is a new adult contemporary novel and contains sexual content and graphic language. It is not intended for young adult readers.***

If you can’t take the heat… stay away from the flame.

Katie Parks has been on her own since the age of fifteen. All she’s ever wanted is a place to call her own—a life that is wholly hers that no one can take away. She thought she finally had it, but with the strike of a single match, everything she worked so hard for is reduced to a pile of smoking ash. And she almost is too.

Now she’s being stalked by someone who’s decided it’s her time to die. The only thing standing in the path of her blazing death is sexy firefighter Holt Arkain.

Katie’s body might be safe with Holt… but her heart is another story.

As the danger heats up, sparks fly and the only thing Katie knows for sure is that her whole life is about to go up in flames.




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Series- Take it Off # 2

By- Cambria Hebert

Publication Date- September 16th, 2013


You can look, but you can't touch...

Harlow is a broke college student. When her tuition assistance is taken away, she is faced with a choice: admit to her mother she couldn't hack it on her own or make a lot of money fast.

So she gets a good-paying job.

As a stripper.

She thought it would be easy, but it turn out being sexy is a lot harder than she thought. When a few mishaps work in her favor, she manages to hang on to her job and catch the eye of the Mad Hatter's best-looking bartender, Cam.

She's also caught the eye of someone who wants to do more than look, someone who's decided she's nothing but a tease.

As the clothes come off, Harlow finds herself caught between list and murder, The only thing she knows for sure is that her new risqué job is a lot more than she bargained for.

***This is a new adult contemporary novel and contains sexual content and graphic language. It is not intended for young adult readers.***





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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Skeleton & Dust by Rhiannon Paille





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Title: Skeleton & Dust

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #0.5

By: Rhiannon Paille

Expected Publication: October 1st, 2013


In the First Era, before Kaliel and Krishani fell in love, Tor runs. He escapes the Land of Kings and the tyrannical Valtanyana. In the depths of Tempia he forges weapons-- The Flames-- strong enough to oppose the Kings he betrayed.

Aria, The Amethyst Flame, cannot touch the living or the dead and her kin are silent ghosts. Hidden in a cairn deep in the haunted forest, Aria becomes obsessed with the Ferryman, the only boy who can feel her touch.

Before Aria knows it, The Flames, The Ferryman and Tor are swept up in the first war against the Valtanyana.



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Title: Surrender

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #1

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: October 2nd, 2012 by Createspace


How far would you go to save everything you ever loved?

Kaliel was warned about her love for the Ferryman. One day he will marry the land and leave Avristar forever. She doesn't listen, and because of what she is-- a Flame-- one of nine apocalyptic weapons, she sparks a war. In a desperate attempt to save her home and her love, Kaliel tries to awaken Avred, not knowing she may have to make the ultimate sacrifice.



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“Nobody knows how to call the Ferryman,” Afton whispered when Aria was done. They stood side by side, Aria in her white gown and Afton in her light blue one. They didn’t hold hands because Aria couldn’t feel her, living or dead, and Afton clasped her hands together, whispering other things to herself.
“Tor told me how.”
Afton dared a sidelong glance at her. “You must be very special to know the secrets of the land.”
Aria laughed. “I know nothing.”
“You know more than I.”
Aria was going to rebut her, but the boat appeared on the horizon and glided towards them cutting through the shapes of the clouds on the sea. Moments later it fetched up against the shore and the Ferryman glared at Aria.
“You bring me one so young.”
Aria couldn’t take her eyes off him, fighting the urge to burst into a shower of sparks. The same feeling she experienced the first time she saw him cut through her from head to toe as Afton stepped forward.
“It was an accident. I ate the poisonous flowers,” Afton said boldly.
The Ferryman didn’t dare a glance at the young girl, his hooded face focused on Aria, but his next words were meant for the girl. “Do you have a coin to pay me?”
Aria caught Afton biting her lip out of the corner of her eye. “No…but I beg you, please take me.”
The Ferryman extended his skeletal hand towards Aria. “Will you pay the fee for her?”
“I—I don’t have a coin…” Aria could barely speak, her tongue feeling three times its usual size. The Ferryman withdrew his hand and went to push off the shores when Aria stepped forward and without thinking, caught him by the arm. Lightning shot through her fingers as she gripped the fabric of his cloak hard, the sensation of it under her fingertips surreal. She couldn’t help it; tears sprang to her eyes and slid down her violet tinged cheeks. The Ferryman wrenched his arm out of her grip and looked at Afton.
“I will take you,” he said, his voice hoarse compared to its gravelly quality moments ago. When Afton was safely in the boat, the Ferryman turned to Aria. “You owe me. I will return to collect.” He pushed off from the shores and disappeared in a cloud of mists.
Aria couldn’t think straight as she watched them go. Had she really touched him? Was that what it was like to touch something? She expected her form to move through his the way it had with the ghosts and the people and the trees, but with the Ferryman it wasn’t like that.
Where he was, he was solid.
And it made her giddy.

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Title: Lantern & Poison

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #1.5

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: December 11th, 2012


This is SURRENDER from the villain's POV.

Hadwen is no more. The Daed have no choice but to travel to Avrigost to awaken Crestaos. They're thrown into a whirlwind quest for the Flames, not knowing how ruthless and sadistic Crestaos can be.




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Title: Justice

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #2

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: April 2nd, 2013


How far would you go to destroy yourself?

Krishani always knew he would have to go to the Lands of Men, but he never thought it would be like this. Enemies everywhere, an ancestor he can't respect, elders he can't trust, a curse he can't stop and friends he can't help but hate. Desperate to end the pain, he sets out on a quest to find the other Flames and face the enemy that took everything from him.




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Title: Blood & Gold

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #2.5

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: January 31st, 2013


This is JUSTICE from the villain's POV.

The Daed are pawns to one of the most powerful members of the Valtanyana. Crestaos is insane, his hunger for the Flames insatiable. The closer the Daed get to achieving his goal, the more expendable they become.



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Title: Vulture

Series: The Ferryman + The Flame #3

By: Rhiannon Paille

Published: June 18th, 2013


How far would you go to betray everything you've ever known?

Kaliel didn't think second chances came with this much turmoil. Exiled from her home, surrounded by strangers and in love with a boy she barely recognizes, she can't take it. She has her best friend, a new mentor, and a chance to win the war against the Valtanyana, but it's all wrong. Desperate to salvage some semblance of her former life, she makes a deal that shatters everything.




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4653530Rhiannon is an up and coming Indie Author that writes Young Adult Fantasy books and some non fiction. She has a PhD in Metaphysical Science and Parapsychology. When she’s not writing books she’s reading minds, singing karaoke, burning dinner and sipping iced cappuccino despite her allergy to coffee. Some day she’d like to own a unicorn—as long as it doesn’t eat her. She's sold over 25,000 copies of her books worldwide.


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Friday, September 27, 2013

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Book Blitz and Giveaway: Fairy In The Flesh by Katalina Leon


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Katalina Leon

Genre: Paranormal erotic-romance, time-travel

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

ISBN: 9781419945557

Number of pages: 85 pages

Word Count: 40k

Cover Artist: Syneca

Book Description:

Maya Rousseau’s fantasy vacation in Avignon France heats up when an eccentric enchantress tricks her into drinking mojo-laced absinthe.

An unexpected encounter with the green fairy causes Maya’s reality to have a serious melt down. She travels back in time and wakes up naked in the bed of her favorite bad boy Bohemian artist, the tall, dark and mysterious André Bosco. There’s nothing wrong with that except it’s 1903.

For André it’s love at first sight. He begs Maya to become his cherished model, muse and lover. The chemistry and shared passion between them is overwhelming. André’s a generous-hearted dream man but there’s a catch. Every hour they spend together bonds them tighter and time is running out. The same powers that flung Maya back to 1903 are preparing to snatch her back.

With a hundred and ten years separating these soul-bound lovers it’s uncertain if they can find a happy ending without the help of a little magic and La Fée Verte.

Note: Story contains super hot sex with an unattainable man, enchanted hallucinatory beverages, mischievous time-twisters and green fairies.


Chapter One

Avignon, France

Maya rubbed her tired eyes with the heel of her hand and blinked. It didn’t help. The glare of a dry July day and endless hours looking at art had left her in a dazed state of overload. The rods and cones of her retinas were kaput. Her feet ached too. She’d packed more than she could comfortably handle into her single allotted vacation day in Avignon and was now suffering from a bad case of too much of a good thing.

Tired or not, she felt alive. This was what her soul had been starved for. Since morning she’d wandered Avignon’s street exhibits, tented galleries and somber museums filled with masterpieces, gazing in awe. She’d enjoyed an outdoor concert on the bank of the Rhône and photographed the sunbaked Romanesque ruins of a medieval bridge, where she had stopped just long enough to eat a light lunch. She loved photography and Avignon was the perfect place to indulge a hobby she wanted to take further. When she got home she intended to look back and feel as inspired to revive her art career as she felt at that moment.

The daytrip to Avignon would have been perfect excerpt for one important omission. She’d failed to locate the art studio of her favorite modernist painter, the mysterious André Bosco. It was a shame, because Bosco was the real reason she’d been attracted to Avignon in the first place. She’d been a fan of the obscure painter for years and had hoped to see the place where he had launched his brief but brilliant career, which had inexplicably ended in 1903.

What she’d expected would be a simple task had turned into a bust. To her disappointment she’d seen no plaques displayed anywhere mentioning Bosco, and no one seemed to know much about him. Even the guidebook had been vague, mentioning a single abandoned building as a possible site of Bosco’s studio. A daylong search had proven fruitless and ended in frustration. Within the next hour she’d have to leave Avignon without touching base with one of the great inspirations in her life. Considering Bosco was a local artist of merit, it surprised her that he was so little celebrated in Avignon.

Maya turned the corner and headed into one of the older parts of town. The buildings were quaint. A few were in need of repair. The shadows stretched longer and the narrow streets bustled with foot traffic. The evening festivities had already started and she realized it was time to leave.

A few yards in front of her, a team of young male dancers burst onto the crowded sidewalk and claimed a small circle of smooth pavement as their stage. A heartbeat later they were dancing a wild routine that had them spinning and kicking in unison like the blades of a blender.

Maya dodged past the acrobatic dancers but got trapped in the crowd that had gathered to watch. She recoiled at the last second from one dancer’s lethal backflips and high kicks, which were executed an arm’s length from her nose. She pushed past the dancers but the crowd closed in and she got sandwiched between the exuberant performance and a gritty sandstone wall.

This sort of thing had been happening all day. The official festival d’Avignon had something interesting planned for every hour of the day but all over the city spontaneous off-festival performances took place anywhere a crowd gathered.

The dancing was fun but she was thirsty, tired and just wanted to sit.

“Excusez-moi.” Maya crept along the wall, managing to push through the throng of observers. She reached the doorway of an interesting looking bistro, tugged the door open and darted inside.

Once inside she entered a soothing candle-lit Victorian-era building and found herself in a charming Bohemian-themed bistro with cranberry-red velvet cushions on the seats and colorful curtains of glass beads dangling from the windows. Glowing hand-blown glass lanterns sat upon polished tabletops. A framed Gauguin print of an ebony-eyed Tahitian beauty holding a bowl of pink flowers hung near the bar. The pungent scent of amber incense and cherry pipe tobacco perfumed the air.

It was like stepping back in time to another era. Maya’s senses were instantly transported back to the heady days of the modernist art movement at the beginning of the twentieth century. She savored the feeling because it was her favorite fantasy time period, and one she would have loved to experience firsthand.

It surprised her that for such a busy festival day the bistro was empty of patrons. The only other occupant of the bistro, and presumably the proprietress, was a woman who appeared to be in her fifties who was dressed in the theatrical garb of a flowing- sleeved poet’s shirt, a black satin corset and flouncy red skirt and tall boots. She stood beside the bar looking like some sort of piratical gypsy queen.

“Bonsoir.” The lady spoke French but addressed Maya with a familiar accent.

Maya smiled at the lady. “Puis-je commander un café glacé, s'il vous plaît?”

“Of course you can have an iced coffee.” The woman’s keen gaze locked on Maya. A thick layer of black kohl ringed the lady’s eyes and lent her an unsettling appearance. “I speak English and I’m going to guess that you grew up not far from my hometown of New Orleans.”

“I’m from Thibodaux!” Maya laughed. “There’s no hiding the accent, is there?”

The lady reached for a coffee press and packed it with fresh grounds. “Seeing as how you’re a Louisiana girl I’ll add a touch of chicory to your coffee.”

“Thank you.” Maya sat at the bar, fully realizing just how much her feet hurt from walking all day on cobblestones.

“My name’s Miss Ruby.” The lady brushed her long black hair away from her face and appeared to be studying Maya with intense interest. “What’s yours?”

“Maya Rousseau.”

Miss Ruby poured hot water over the coffee grounds and pushed down on the press. “Rousseau is a wonderful name for an art lover.”

“You sound certain I’m an art lover.”

“Why else would you be in Avignon in July? I know what drew you.” Miss Ruby toyed with one of her dangling chandelier earrings while she waited for the coffee to strengthen. “I realize my current costume makes me look ridiculous as I say this, but I really do possess the gift of second sight and prophecy. You see, I’m a world-class enchantress with the highest security clearance.”

A nervous laugh burst past Maya’s lips. “I didn’t realize enchantresses had to earn security clearances.”

“They certainly do!” Miss Ruby’s eyes flashed. “You wouldn’t believe the stringent tests we must pass. A world-class enchantress must prove beyond a shadow of doubt that she is trustworthy, ethical and has the highest good of others in mind before she’ll be granted the powers I have.”

Maya wondered if Miss Ruby was another bit of festival street theater or an ex-pat who’d forgotten to take her medication. “What special powers do you possess?”

“I’m like a fairy godmother, but my work tends to be grittier than what a fairy godmother might attempt. The moment I meet someone I know exactly what their soul needs. I understand the inner workings of time and space and use them to advantage. I don’t actually break the laws of nature but I know how to bend them. In fact my specialty is time-twisting. I’m like a witch but I call myself a ‘Beneficent’ because I always serve the highest good. The gift is hereditary. My mama was a New Orleans Voodoo queen. I could have stayed in New Orleans too, but I chose to travel the world as a high-level enchantress and an ambassador of magic.”

“I see.” Maya recoiled. It was just more of her bad luck in Avignon. First she’d failed to locate Bosco’s studio and now a crazy lady dressed like a carnival psychic had trapped her in a weird conversation.

Miss Ruby poured the steaming coffee over a tumbler filled with ice and slid the glass toward Maya. “Enjoy.”

Maya sipped the chilled, chicory-laced coffee with relish. “I feel revived.” She drank fast, not wanting to linger in the deserted bistro. She decided it best to gulp the iced coffee, pay and run for her life before the conversation got stranger.

Miss Ruby picked up a chamois and busied herself polishing the brass rail that ran the length of the elegant mahogany bar.

Maya’s gaze wandered toward the far wall and fixated on a framed pencil sketch of a handsome man with a proud, compelling face. The sketch was framed beneath glass and the paper had yellowed at the corners and crumbled with age. She studied the man’s face and guessed he was in his mid-thirties. He had a thick head of wavy dark hair and a rugged face with square, noble features, chevron brows and luminous eyes that glanced sideways from the portrait and seemed to follow the viewer around the room.

Maya found herself unable to look away. The man had a magnetic quality she seldom saw in contemporary faces. It was a look that could only belong to someone who possessed the self-confidence and perhaps a touch of arrogance not to care what the world thought. The generous arch of the man’s lips was so sensuous her thoughts wandered toward what it must have felt like to be kissed by him.

“You like Bosco, don’t you?” Miss Ruby leaned close. “He has a interesting face, doesn’t he? He can appear both compassionate and feral in turn. I’ve heard many differing opinions about the portrait over the years.”

Maya started. “Is that a portrait of André Bosco, the Fauvist painter?” she gasped. “I’m a great admirer of Bosco! I had no idea a portrait existed.” Her heart fluttered. “Did he really look like that?”

“You know of Bosco?” Miss Ruby looked elated. “So few do. History has all but overlooked him, which is a shame because those familiar with his small body of work have hailed him as one of the most innovative painters of his time. Some say Bosco inspired his more famous peers and set the example for the Fauvist moment by showing the world how to paint like a wild beast. Of course, a few of his nastiest critics called him a ‘paint waster’, but it’s clear Bosco had vision.”

Miss Ruby waved her hands through the air in an expansive gesture. “A few art historians have credited Bosco with being the original wild beast, in part because of his physical intensity and unruly head of hair, but also because he had a habit of tossing his paintbrushes aside and smearing the brightest colors across the canvas with his fingertips, with passion. It was said by those who watched him work that he ravished his canvases like a ferocious lover.” She giggled.

“He sounds exciting.” Maya drew a sharp breath. “Years ago, I saw an original Bosco in a traveling museum show of modernist work. Bosco’s painting was the most expressive piece of art in the entire show. I kept wandering back to look at it again and again. The painting was of a white stallion but the colors were vivid—every hue of the rainbow was hidden in the lines and shadows. Before I left the museum I bought a postcard of the painting and carried it around in a battered sketchbook for years. Bosco was my greatest inspiration. I heard a rumor he had a studio somewhere in Avignon?”

“He did.” Miss Ruby pointed upward. “His studio is a corner room on the third floor. The landlord of the building has preserved it.”

“Bosco’s studio is here?” Maya tensed. “Can I see it?”

“No.” Miss Ruby shook her head. “I don’t have permission to open the room, but the landlord will return on Sunday. You can ask him then.”

“I won’t be here on Sunday.” A note of desolation crept into her voice. “This is my last full day in France. I have to start making my way back to Paris tomorrow for my flight home. I’ll miss my only chance to see Bosco’s studio.” Maya leaned across the bar, feeling absolutely desperate to get a look at Bosco actual living space. “Please reconsider—I promise not to touch a thing.”

“I’m sorry.” Miss Ruby nodded toward the top of the bar, where an ornate brass skeleton key dangled from a green satin ribbon. “The landlord is the only one allowed to use that key to open the studio.”

“Damn.” Maya swallowed the last of her iced coffee and set the empty glass on the counter. She now felt torn about getting up and leaving when something as interesting as André Bosco’s studio was so near. “What’s inside the studio?”

“Everything.” Miss Ruby sounded glib. “The room is exactly as Bosco left it in 1903. He abandoned his paints, brushes, unfinished canvases, clothing—even a small amount of money. It’s a real mystery—no one knows what happened to him.”

A chill shivered up Maya’s spine. “No one knows?”

“There are romantic tales that claim Bosco fell in love with a model. She left him and he simply walked away one day never to be heard from again. What happened after that is an unknown. No doubt that is the reason he hasn’t enjoyed the same success as of some of his peers. Bosco abandoned his art, or perhaps changed his name and drifted. Even his legal name is in dispute, but no one really knows who he was or what became of him.

“The only thing that’s certain is Bosco disappeared from this hotel on the eve of having his work shown at an influential art salon. Wealth and success were headed his way and he chose to chase after a woman instead. Beyond that, history never heard from him again. Even the paintings destined for the salon showing in Paris disappeared and no surviving Bosco paintings have been authenticated after 1903, so you see, his career as an early Fauvist was fleeting but intense.”

Maya’s gaze fixated on the portrait. “It’s sad. He showed such promise.” She studied André Bosco’s commanding face. The depth of his eyes in contrast to his dark brows fascinated her. As she carefully examined the sweeping graphite lines of the sketch an odd thing happened—Bosco’s gaze seemed to sharpen and for the briefest moment she felt as if a living man confronted her.

“That portrait is uncanny.” Maya swayed from side to side, changing her angle of view. “When I move, Bosco’s gaze shifts too.”

“He’s watching you as intensely as you’re watching him.” Miss Ruby chuckled. “I think he likes you.” She turned and opened a locked cabinet built into the wall, opened the cabinet and removed an emerald green, liter-tall apothecary bottle stopped with a wax-dipped cork.

The sides of the bottle were smeared with colorful paint-stained handprints. A yellowed label that had begun to separate from the glass featured a voluptuous winged fairy cloaked in a wisp of green silk. The dreamy-eyed fairy basked beneath ornate golden lettering identifying her as La Fée Verte, the fabled and sometimes fickle green fairy who lurked within absinthe’s golden-green depths, waiting to inspire or destroy those who partook of her.

Miss Ruby proudly presented the bottle to Maya. “This bottle of absinthe belonged to Bosco.” She pointed to the flecks of dried paint on the label and bottle. “This was the paint palette Bosco was using when he disappeared. Look at the vibrancy of the lime greens, sorbet orange and warm pinks. The colors are gorgeous. This is just one of the many personal items he left behind. Being a high-level enchantress from New Orleans, the landlord entrusted me to take possession of the absinthe. I put my own protective mojo on it.”

Maya reached out to touch Bosco’s broad handprint on the bottle with reverence. His palm print dwarfed hers and she immediately saw that he must have been a man of large build. The intimate act of tracing her fingertips against the same spot where Bosco’s had once rested made her hand tingle. Touching Bosco’s handprint seemed to forge a galvanizing link to a past she would have loved to be part of.

Bosco had lived at a time when the world had just begun to awaken to its true potential. Queen Victoria had recently died, marking an official end to the Victorian era. Albert Einstein’s first important papers on thermodynamics had just been published and few outside his rarefied circle of peers knew his name. The Wright brothers were still perfecting their first fragile aircraft. The Eiffel Tower was a newly completed wonder and Europe and the rest of the world had yet to go to war.

Over a century ago, at the moment Bosco had picked up the bottle with paint- stained fingers and left his handprint on the glass, most people had seen a gleaming future on the rise but few had glimpsed its looming shadow.

“You’re touching that bottle as if you were stroking a lover’s thigh,” Miss Ruby said softly. “I can see by your faraway expression that you’re a bit enamored with Bosco. I understand. I’ve been smitten with the past too. It can be so enthralling.”

“I wouldn’t say I was smitten.”

“Is seduced a better word?” Miss Ruby reached behind the bar and retrieved a fluted parfait glass that stood on a delicate pedestal, a spade-shaped filigree spoon and a tiny silver dish filled with sugar cubes. “I can’t allow you to enter Bosco’s studio, but I can offer you a small taste of his absinthe.” Her hand poised above the cork, she said, “Would you like to try it?”

Maya stared at the tempting but slightly forbidding bottle. “Isn’t absinthe dangerous?” She squirmed on the barstool. “I‘ve heard it can cause madness.”

Miss Ruby’s posture stiffened. “I’m not going to let you consume that much. I’m only offering a taste so you can say you shared a drink with André Bosco. But if you’re not interested...” She started to put the bottle back into the cabinet.

“Wait!” Maya lurched forward. “I’d be honored to sample Bosco’s absinthe.” Her head spun from this crazy but thrilling offer.

“There’s a ritual that goes along with this.” Miss Ruby pointed toward the green fairy on the label. “If you want La Fée Verte to bring you a beautiful vision, you must offer her a gift.”

“What kind of a gift?”

Miss Ruby reached over the counter and, with a bold gesture, removed one of Maya’s tiny, gold hoop earrings from her lobe. Before Maya could protest the earring was plopped into the bottom of the fluted glass.

“Why did you do that?” Maya gasped in surprise.

“You can have it back later. La Fée Verte will bring you a lovelier vision if you offer her a personal item with your essence on it.” Miss Ruby lifted a pitcher of water and poured it into the glass until it was half full. She then balanced a lacy silver spoon across the top. “Pick up two sugar cubes,” she commanded. “Kiss each, make a wish and set them on the spoon.”

Maya picked up the sugar cubes and kissed both. The kisses left a sweet grainy texture embedded in her lipstick. She licked her lips and set the stained sugar cubes on the spoon. When set side-by-side the lipstick marks on the two sugar cubes formed a perfect pink heart. She almost pointed out the coincidence to Miss Ruby but decided to keep the thought to herself.

Miss Ruby uncorked the bottle of absinthe and poured a drizzle of golden-green liquid over the sugar cubes. A piquant and slightly bitter herbal scent filled the air. The cubes absorbed the soft-green color as they dissolved and washed through the tiny slots in the spoon. As the absinthe mixed with the cool water it formed delicate whorls that sank in the glass like exhausted dancers gracefully melting to the floor. A moment later the liquid turned a cloudy, opalescent shade of pale-jade.

Miss Ruby glanced at Maya. “Did you make a wish?”

Maya nodded. She’d wished she could meet a man as exciting as André Bosco but didn’t believe for a moment that it could actually happen.

“La Fée Verte can transport you for a brief time to another reality, but remember you belong in the present and no matter the temptation to remain in her realm, you will have to return. Your fate lies in the present.” Miss Ruby dipped the spoon into the glass and stirred. The golden earring twirled at the bottom of the glass, making soft tinkling sounds before settling. She withdrew the spoon and pushed the fluted glass toward Maya. “Your magic potion is ready. Enjoy.”

Maya picked up the glass and braved the first sip. The absinthe was diluted and well sweetened, and many sharp and bitter herbal undertones were present. The first moment on her tongue reminded her of a distant memory of nibbling a bouquet of flowers when she was a toddler. The memory of cloying “greenishness” of the flower stems and leaves was now vivid in her mind. “I taste licorice and something like tarragon...”

“Yes, anise and tarragon are ingredients. There’s much more. The full recipe is something of a mystery, especially as it was made during the last century.”

Maya took another sip and began to enjoy the unusual flavor. The absinthe as it was prepared was both refreshing and warming, most likely due to its high alcohol content. “I think I’d better go slow with this.” She picked up the spoon and stirred it, watching with fascination as a pastel-green tornado formed inside the glass.

“Oh my goodness!” Miss Ruby pointed toward an antique clock on the bar. “I’m late! I have to go. I’m supposed to be at the Place de l’Horloge right now, in the central square, getting ready for an evening performance of the Pirates of Penzance.”

“You’re in a play?” Maya said in bewilderment.

“Do you think I dress like this every day?” Miss Ruby rattled the dozens of gold bangles on her wrists with a dramatic flourish. “I said I was a world-class enchantress, not a kook!”

Maya gazed at her unfinished absinthe with regret as she pushed herself away from the counter. “I should get going so you can lock up.” She set a generous stack of francs on the table. “Thank you, Miss Ruby, for your hospitality. I’m so glad I walked inside your bistro. This might end up being the highlight of my trip to Avignon.” She stole one last, wistful look at Bosco’s portrait.

“Your trip’s not over yet.” Miss Ruby took hold of Maya’s shoulder and urged her to sit. “You don’t have to leave. Stay if you like. I’ll lock the front door and you can finish the absinthe in peace and moon over Bosco’s portrait to your heart’s content.”

Maya’s heart leaped at the attractive prospect. “I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not? Who will it hurt? If I allow you to leave so soon, Bosco’s spirit will be cross with me.” Miss Ruby pulled a rakish patch over one eye. “Relax and finish your absinthe. I’ll check back in an hour or so.”

“Are you sure?” The invitation tempted her.

“If I can’t trust a Thibodaux girl with an innocent face like yours, who can I trust?” Miss Ruby hurried toward the front door holding an old-fashioned ring of brass keys. “I’ll be back soon!” She picked up a velvet pouch and left the bistro, locking the front door behind her with the twist of a key.

Maya sat at the bar feeling astonished she’d allowed such an odd thing to happen. She’d just been locked inside a virtual stranger’s place of business and left alone to drink a possibly narcotic beverage from an antique glass, and it felt like a relief.

This weird situation was not the sort of thing she would take part in on a normal day, but what the hell. Life was short and who knew if or when she might ever return to Avignon?

As she sipped the absinthe her gaze darted toward the far wall. The thrilling thought occurred that she was alone in the presence of André Bosco’s spirit. She had him all to herself. How lucky was that? Without doubt this was as close as she might get to a man’s whose talent and mysterious ways had always intrigued her.

She took another sip of absinthe, noticing some odd effects. She imaged pale green sparks were hovering just beyond her peripheral vision but when she turned to look they fled. The colors surrounding her grew brighter. She saw myriad tiny rainbows shooting off the strands of glass beads dangling in the window. For a moment the café became a kaleidoscope of swirling color. She became dizzy and clutched the brass rail for balance.

“Wow,” she muttered. She’d consumed so little. This stuff hit a lot harder than she’d expected.

Outside, the streets of Avignon were filled with pedestrians heading toward their varying evening amusements, yet not a single soul glanced through the bistro windows as they passed, or showed the least bit of curiosity about a lone woman seated inside. She even waved at a few passersby and was ignored, as if she were invisible to the outside world.

A glint of light caught her attention. Maya glanced at a slender tendril of pale-green light darting across the café. She tried to follow the green flash of movement with her gaze but couldn’t keep up. The light zipped around the bistro with the speed of a hummingbird. The sparkling streak seemed to know where she would look next and appeared everywhere she turned her attention.

“La Fée Verte,” she whispered. “Is that you?”

Maya could have sworn she heard the faint sound of sweet laughter and wondered if the green fairy was toying with her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. La Fée Verte was said to be a real mischief-maker, often leading fools into madness. This could be bad.

She stood on unsteady legs, stepped away from the bar and glanced down. The geometric design of the black-and-gray linoleum floor burst into a sunny meadow of bright pink and yellow tulips rolling onward as far her eyes could see.

“Ah!” She blinked and the floor returned to its usual staid pattern of black-and-gray interlocking squares. “Oh my God. This isn’t good. I have to get out of here.” She made her way cautiously toward the door.

“Maya,” a husky male voice called to her.

She turned and looked for the caller, but no one was there. She scanned every empty corner of the bistro. “Who said my name?”

“Go upstairs.” The voice spoke with confidence that hinted at a strong personality used to being obeyed.

She turned her gaze toward André Bosco’s portrait and studied the sketch. The voice had come from that direction and she now wondered if Miss Ruby was playing a prank at her expense.

She made her way toward the portrait, intent on lifting the framed sketch from the wall and exposing the hidden microphone.

She reached toward the portrait and lifted it carefully off its nail. The solid wall beneath showed no signs of tampering. Her fingertips grazed the back of the frame, feeling nothing out of the ordinary. She couldn’t remember all she’d heard about absinthe but wondered if unexplained phantom voices was one of its many startling properties?

“Maya, come to me.” The man’s voice now carried a touch of loneliness. “Please.”

She rehung the portrait on the nail. Bosco stared back at her as if he were waiting for something pivotal to happen and in danger of losing patience.

She brushed her fingertips against the sides of the frame. “I wish we’d lived at the same time. I would go looking for you in a second.”

A tiny orb of glowing green light raced around the edges of the frame. Maya stared in wonder as the streak of green circled above her head and zipped toward the bar. She turned to follow the apparition with her gaze. The orb whizzed back and forth in front of the bar, flying in ever tighter loops. A moment later the brass key to Bosco’s studio fell from its hook to the floor with a hollow ping.

“No way,” Maya muttered. “That’s trespassing—breaking and entering or whatever they call that sort of criminal activity in France.” She approached the bar on wobbly legs, intent on putting the key in its proper place and leaving this strange bistro ASAP.

She bent down to retrieve the brass skeleton key from the floor and gingerly picked it up by its satin ribbon. She lifted it in front of her face, allowing the key to sway in the air. The key felt heavy in her hand as if it carried a greater weight or some looming responsibility hidden within. She reached upward to set it back in its proper place on the tiny brass hook above the bar.

“Use it,” the male voice whispered so close to her ear that his warm breath bathed the side of her cheek. The convincing impression of tall man with a solid build standing at her back overwhelmed her.

She gasped and turned. Of course there was no one there, but she was left with the distinct impression a man had been near. The ethereal visitation had left behind the pleasing scents of warm skin, well-worn leather and the slight nutty fragrance of linseed oil.

The zippy orb of light returned and circled above Maya’s head in chaotic figure eights before flying up a staircase at the back of the bistro.

“Oh no.” Maya shook her head. “I’m not going to do that. That’s wrong.” She glanced accusingly at Bosco’s portrait and noticed he was almost smiling. His lips hadn’t moved but a look of amusement seemed to gleam in his eyes.

The small amount of absinthe she had drunk was making her feel very strange. She stood frozen as the glass beads hanging in the bistro’s windows grabbed the last fading rays of sunset and shot bursts of splintered rainbows around the room. The atmosphere felt charged, as if an electrical storm were brewing. “Wow, what have I gotten myself into?”

A man’s broad hand cupped the back of her neck and stroked downward with the gentlest touch, causing a cascade of tiny shivers to dance along her spine. The phantom’s hand was both possessive and sensuous and made her sigh with pleasure.

“Come upstairs,” the voice pleaded sincerely. “I miss you.”

She gulped a worried breath. This was too much. She wondered if this was a purely absinthe-induced aberration or if André Bosco was actually talking to her across time and space. As crazy as that question sounded, she couldn’t tell the difference between absinthe and a wild flight of imagination.

She stared at the key in her hand. It shimmered in the low light and warmed in her palm. The thought floated in her mind that Bosco’s private sanctuary was only three flights of stairs away. The distance was nothing. She was tempted to sneak upstairs, unlock the door to Bosco’s studio and take a peek. She could do it and return in five minutes. Who would it hurt?

“No one,” she whispered. It would hurt no one. She’d unlock the door with care, take a quick look at Bosco’s abandoned studio and leave. Her curiosity would be quelled. The key would be placed back on the hook and no one would know or care that she’d ever done such a thing.

It was going to happen. A thrill shot through her. She climbed the stairs on unsteady legs, clutching the railing for support. The stairwell was narrow, steep and the steps uneven. Slim windows glazed in leaded stained-glass cast jewel-toned light across the walls.

When Maya reached the top of the third flight her heart pounded as much from exertion as excitement. She glanced both ways down a dim hallway wondering which corner room was Bosco’s.

The streak of green light sped past, turned to the left, swooping and twirling through the air until it reached the end of the hallway, where it lingered in front of a heavy door before slipping through a keyhole and disappearing.

“La Fée Verte, lead the way...” Maya laughed and turned left. The dense patterns woven into the hallway carpet began to writhe like the flexing scales of a giant python and made her dizzy. Her ankles wobbled and she dared not glance downward and lose her balance. This wasn’t funny. She was beginning to feel seriously weird. Her pace quickened as she realized she had better just open the studio, take a look and get out of there before things got any stranger.

The last door at the end of the hall was latched and locked with a heavy, old- fashioned brass padlock as wide as her fist. She slipped the brass key into the lock and heard a soft click as it opened. She lifted the padlock from the latch and turned the doorknob. The door opened with a dry squeak. She leaned inside the room as an explosive burst of acid-green light detonated in her face, knocking her to the floor.





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Thursday, September 26, 2013

Book Blitz: Returned and Before by Keeley Smith


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Pendle Hill Series

Book One

Keeley Smith

17 year old Cora Hunt has one wish, to live the life of a normal teenager. Her wish never comes true.

After her reluctant move to a sleepy village in the middle of Lancashire Cora's life is turned upside down when she discovers she is a witch. Cora is not just any old witch, she is the daughter of Alizon Device who was one of the most powerful witches of her time.

Dealing with her new found powers is quite a challenge, but when the past she didn't know about unearths new complications in the form of Jack Thomas, her life becomes increasingly dangerous with each waking minute. Jack also has a secret past, a past that clashes with Cora's.

A confrontation between the two results in a life or death situation. The brutal events of 1612 happened hundreds of years ago, but what Jack and Cora face is a definite déjà vu.

The only question is, will their fate be the same as those who perished in 1612?



A Pendle Hill Novella

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Cora and Jack are childhood friends who have always lived next door to each other in a beautiful, idyllic part of Lancashire. What binds them as lifelong friends are their powers.

As young witches, life is hard. If the commoners find out their secret, they will be killed. But Cora is lucky, she has her best friend Jack by her side.

Having grown up together they know each other, they trust each other, they love each other. However their blossoming relationship is cut short by the events of one day. A date that will bring their perfect worlds crashing down around them.

20th August 1612

Cora and Jack are forced to face the reality of being a witch during these turbulent times, however they don’t know that their lives will become part of one of the most famous witch trials to have ever hit England.

The Pendle Hill witch trials of 1612.





I've always loved reading, it is a common known fact that I pretty much demolish a book a day. Expensive hobby, but a great one! I've dabbled with writing since the day I could actually write. So, it was only fitting that I had my first book published when I was 15.

If I'm not writing you would generally find me reading, creating jewellery, trawling social networking sites and listening to music. I will pretty much listen to any kind of music but I have two favourites, country music which has been with me since I was a little toddler and I also love to listen to movie scores, especially when I'm writing!

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Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Giveaway Alert!! Head on over to Sparkle Book Tours…

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Series Blitz, Giveaway and Review: Nephilim Warriors by KA Young

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Title- Prophecy Of The Female Warrior

Series- Nephilim Warriors Book # 1

By- K.A. Young

Genre- Mature Audiences 18+-Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy


Anna Wilkins is a prototypical housewife. She buys groceries, picks up the dry cleaning and hosts dinner parties.

Everything was picture perfect from the outside looking in until the life she was born to live collided with the life she was living. Her husband is murdered by a creature from another realm, a creature that is only visible to her. Through her pain, his death awakens a part of her she didn't know existed. She is then thrust into a life of Vampires, Werewolves and Sexy Nephilim Warriors.

Drawn to her by a bond as old as their race, a Nephilim Warrior finds Anna at her darkest hour and seeks to arouse what lies dormant within her. The scorching sexual attraction she and the Warrior feel for one another may be beyond anything either of them can control...




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Prophecy of The Female Warrior

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Anna is grieving the loss of her husband, at his funeral something strange happens and she sees the real truth behind his death. A mysterious strangers shows up and immediately Anna is drawn to him.

When he asks her to give him an opportunity to explain why she felt so connected to him, her whole world changed in an instant. Anna is no ordinary human being, she is the destine warrior for the Nephilim people. But with this great destiny comes great danger.

Wow this was an amazing read. I loved Anna’s character. She goes from shy widow to super power warrior that takes on the guys and jokes about it. I loved watching her grow from just a normal girl, to his great warrior that doesn’t take crap from anyone.

But that’s not all the author thrown in a huge love triangle and leaves you wondering which one is really the right guy. Secretly I am voting of Nyoka, he was just charming. What can be greater than reading two alpha males fight over the heroine? KA Young’s written was fresh and well written, you will have no trouble finding momentum and going with it. Well done and a well-deserved 5 stars.


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Title-Destiny Of The Female Warrior

Series- Nephilim Warriors Book # 2

By- K.A. Young

Genre- Mature Audiences 18+-Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy


Nothing has ever come easily for the last female warrior of the Nephilim. Now that Anna has found her place in the world, she has much to learn about her new role as Queen. As the mating bond becomes clear, emotions run high as one of the sexy warriors must step aside while the other takes Anna as his Queen and assumes the throne.

It is a wild ride, as Anna must return to Georgia to deal with a vampire that is waging war on residents of her hometown. Luckily, she has her best friend/paired sorceress Elise around to keep things interesting. Anna struggles to find the perfect solution that would allow her to remain loyal to her past as well as honor the responsibility of her present.



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Title- Blood Kiss

Series- Nephilim Warriors # 3

By-K.A. Young

Genre-Mature Audiences 18+-Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy


Julie manages her life the best way she knows how, by waking up everyday and putting one foot in front of the other, along with a little help from modern medicine. Most days she holds things together pretty well; as the mother of twin toddlers and a wife to a husband she can barely stand she still manages to keep up appearances and paste a smile onto her face. Until dreams of a sexy vampire plague her nights leaving her panting when she wakes.

Julie begins to struggle with her own urges though she dare not admit aloud that she now has a taste for blood. She longs to indulge her desire by taking the vein of the vampire that makes her quake with need. How much longer can she keep the creature inside of her at bay? Only time will tell if Julie is strong enough to resist her darkest desire or if she even wants to try.



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K.A. Young is a paranormal/ urban fantasy romance author that lives with her family in the South. She began writing because her mind was swimming with incredible stories that were begging to be told. Her love for reading began as a small child when she realized that a good book was an instant escape to a mystical land that could be reached anytime and from anyplace.


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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Book Blitz and Giveaway: Persuasion Skills, Boardroom Acts book 1 by Laurel Cremant


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Boardroom Acts

Book One

Laurel Cremant

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-77130-473-3

Number of pages: 107

Word Count: 31, 000

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

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In the aftermath of a major health scare, Pepper Holts makes the relief-inspired decision to seize the day. Unfortunately, most of her “seizing” involves a bit of merlot and her best friend's pants! After a shared night of passion she realizes that her feelings for Jax are a lot more complicated than she ever thought.

Jax has finally realized that his allergy to marriage has nothing to do with the institution itself, and everything to do with the women in his bed—or more specifically, the one woman not in his bed. Her reaction to their one night together has him scrambling to regroup. So he does what he knows best—he disappears, and he thinks. The plan?—convince Pepper into staying with him at a secluded cabin for one week. One week of pretending to be a happily married couple to show her how great they could be together.


“Hell, Pep, I missed you,” he said before dragging her from her chair into his waiting lap.

He dipped his head to the crook of her neck and engulfed her into a tight hug.

There was nothing quite like a Jaxon Grey hug. He hugged with his whole body. His tall frame and broad shoulders always curved just right around her, immersing her in a mantle of warmth and shelter.

She dipped her head and rubbed her chin onto the top his head and closed her eyes.

“I missed you, too, jackass.”

His resulting rumble of laughter caused his chest to shift against hers, and just like that, her back stiffened in addition to a few other things along her body.

She bit back a groan as her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra.

The warm gust of his breath against her neck wasn’t helping matters either.

“You’re such a sweet talker,” he said. “And since I like you so much, I promise not to spank you for your bad behavior.”

He pulled her in tighter and began to rub the base of her back. His stroking hand was far from soothing as it settled low, and his fingers grazed the swell of her ass. All it did was remind her of how good his big hands had felt stroking her naked flesh.

She shifted uncomfortably on his knee, trying to scoot away from the heat of him.

“I’m sorry, but I left my Emily Post handbook at home.”

He lifted his face from the crook of her neck and drifted his hands lower. Holding on to her hips, he dragged her forward and caught her gaze with his.

“Really? That’s too bad. Chapter six is dedicated to the perfect way to drape yourself across a man’s lap. Feel like practicing?”

Both his suggestion and hooded gaze held her captive for a few silent seconds. The idea of his strong hands spanking her ass flushed her body with heat.



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Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.

Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can't seem to avoid adding a bit of "nerdology" or "geek-dom" to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can't seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, "In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!"