tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18913631051792817242023-12-23T05:15:28.413-05:00There's always something good to read on Cover RevealsCovers, excerpts, and book trailer reveals of recent and upcoming romance, urban fantasy & more book releases Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.comBlogger1647125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-20214065267541296642017-06-10T00:01:00.000-04:002017-06-10T00:01:41.297-04:00Find Her by Nia Farrell<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/34197739154/in/dateposted-public/" title="Find Her" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4289/34197739154_8047066fb3.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Find Her"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Find Her</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Nia Farrell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Avenging Angels Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Welcome to the Avenging Angels MC, full of Alpha males, Dominant bikers, and the submissive women who love them.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Rose McLanahan is the princess of the Avenging Angels MC, daughter of its president and sister to four of its members, including Vice President Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan. But Rose has a secret. She wants out of the clubhouse—and getting her CPA is her chance to have the normal life that she dreams about.<br />
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Michael O’Flaherty is a computer whiz, security systems expert, and an associate of the Avenging Angels MC. He’s Mad Dog’s best friend, as well as his brother in arms. Their days in Marine RECON are put to use when Michael is called in to find the niece of the local mob boss. Krissy Castellari has been kidnapped by a rival club, the Blackwater Demons MC. Michael discovers where she’s being held, but she’s not alone. The Demons have Rose McLanahan, too.<br />
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Mad Dog and Michael join forces to extract the girls, but Rose is still in danger, having been promised to the son of the Demon’s president Reaper. Mad Dog is tasked with returning Krissy to her family, and Michael agrees to take Rose away until it’s safe for her to return. War has been declared. Blood will be spilled. Alone in the Angels’ safehouse, the Dominant Michael and submissive Rose will finally discover each other.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Contemporary Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">BDSM, D/s, Motorcycle Club, Erotic</span><br />
Release Date: June 8, 2017<br />
Publisher: Long Branch Books</span><br />
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<span style="color: #f2e4bb">Excerpt & More</span><a name='more'></a></h3><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Purchase link(s):</b></span> <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Find-Her-Avenging-Angels-Book-ebook/dp/B071WCFFKQ?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
When Rose finished cleaning that afternoon, she looked for Michael to tell him and found him sitting on her bed, with her journal in his hand. She didn’t remember exactly what she’d written in the heat of the moment, but she hadn’t done a journal entry since venting. He was reading the last one—unfiltered, and written when she was so very pissed at him.<br />
<br />
She was pretty sure that she cussed him out.<br />
<br />
<I>Mother fuck.</I><br />
<br />
Oh, well. Too late now. He’d either welcome her raw honesty, or her candor would earn her another punishment. He was already eyeing kitchen utensils and naming other uses.<br />
<br />
A wooden spoon paddle. A wire whip tawse. A rubber spatula for slapping her clit.<br />
<br />
A stone pestle dildo.<br />
<br />
She’d rather have his cock, but she’d be lucky to get it now.<br />
<br />
Michael finished reading, closed the journal, and set it aside. Other than the worry line that quickly smoothed out, she saw no visible reaction to it, or to her, still naked and sweaty from doing housework. There was nothing to clue her in on what he thought. How he felt. What it would take to get back in his good graces.<br />
<br />
“All done?” he asked. <br />
<br />
“Yes, Sir. All done. I was wondering if I could take a bath now. Soak my muscles for a bit. Ibuprofen would help, too, if you have one or two to spare.”<br />
<br />
“Sure.” He rose from his seat on her bed. “Start your water. I’ll get your pills.”<br />
<br />
Rose was neck-deep in the soaker tub when Michael returned with a tumbler of water and two tablets in his hand. She put the pills under her tongue, took a drink, and swallowed. The water tasted so good, she drained the glass before handing it back to him.<br />
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“Thank you, Sir,” she sighed, already feeling a difference, just from the heat of her bath. “I don’t think I drank enough today. The water hit the spot.”<br />
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“Good.” Setting the glass aside, he reached for the hem of his tee and whipped it over his head, revealing the magnificent miles of his chest.<br />
<br />
Her breath seized when he reached for his fly, popped the button, and found his zipper pull.<br />
<br />
“Michael? Sir,” she said slowly, listening to the snick of metal teeth parting ways, “what are you doing?”<br />
<br />
“I promised you a massage.”<br />
<br />
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, he took them off with his jeans to hang on the bathroom door. “Scoot up.”<br />
<br />
“But…but…you said tonight,” she stuttered.<br />
<br />
“Plans change. Now scoot, Rose. I won’t ask again.”<br />
<br />
The warning note in his tone was unmistakable. Sitting up, she bent her knees and shifted forward, making room for him to slide in behind her.<br />
<br />
He’d washed her before, but sharing a bath felt like they were taking things to a whole new level. True to his word, he massaged her muscles, lathering his hands with her favorite shower gel and working his way down her neck, shoulders, arms, wrists, and hands. Then it was her back, from north to south, fingers working both sides of her spine.<br />
<br />
Rose moaned at the feel of his talented hands. She caught her breath when he grasped her waist, pulled her back against the hard length of his body, and let her feel his arousal.<br />
<br />
“Just lean back against me and relax,” he crooned, kneading her shoulders. Reaching around her, he massaged along her collar bones, paying special attention to the muscles just beneath them.<br />
<br />
She inhaled sharply when he hit a sore spot.<br />
<br />
“Tender?” he asked, an intimate murmur in her ear.<br />
<br />
“Yes,” she managed, as distracted as she was by his touch, the feel of his body against hers, the knowledge that he was aroused, the dismay to think that she might never earn his cock, now that he had read what she’d written.<br />
<br />
Better to know now than give herself ulcers worrying about it. She put her hands over his and pressed, stopping his massage. “I’ve screwed this up, haven’t I?” she whispered hoarsely, pushing the words past the tightness in her throat.<br />
<br />
Michael sighed. “Why would you think that?”<br />
<br />
“The journal. I was pretty harsh. I thought you’d be pissed at me.”<br />
<br />
His fingers moved beneath hers, pressing, rubbing ever so slightly, back and forth. “Did I sound pissed?”<br />
<br />
“No.”<br />
<br />
“Did I act pissed?”<br />
<br />
“No,” she said, “just…disappointed.”<br />
<br />
“I was disappointed…in myself,” he admitted gruffly. “I lost your trust, and now I have to earn it back. I don’t know how, other than to show you. Like this. Letting you feel how much I want you but controlling myself. If you don’t trust anything else, believe that I will never take what’s yours to give. I would never force myself on you.”<br />
<br />
Rose released the breath that she’d been holding. She hadn’t screwed things up. There was hope. Encouraged, she arched her back, pulled his hands down to cover her breasts, and pushed her erect nipples into his palms. “I know,” she said. “You wouldn’t. You won’t. But you’re making me crazy, forcing me to wait.”<br />
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Michael inhaled sharply and released it in a hot, harsh huff that ruffled her hair. “Rose….” He growled her name, but he left his hands exactly where she’d put them. “It’s only been three days.”<br />
<br />
“For you, maybe. I’ve been waiting a helluva lot longer. Ever since that night that I made you stop calling me ‘cherub.’ Do you remember?”<br />
<br />
He went still, thinking back. “Jesus Christ. I thought you were PMSing or something. As pissy as you got, I would have taken you over my knee and spanked you, if you hadn’t been Mad Dog’s little sister.”<br />
<br />
“I was sixteen,” she whispered. “You’d been calling me cherub my whole life. I wanted you to see that I wasn’t a kid anymore.”<br />
<br />
“Oh, I noticed,” he said, his cock twitching against her back. “You’d gone from a baby Angel to this coltish young filly rearing to break out of the starting gate and run. But you were still jail bait. You couldn’t give me what I need—what I demand—from my partners.”<br />
<br />
“And what’s that?” Rose went still, waiting for his answer.<br />
<br />
“Everything,” he said simply. “I play hard and fuck harder. Tell me, do you think you’ve earned my cock?”<br />
<br />
“I don’t know. Maybe?”<br />
<br />
“You’ll have to be more convincing than that, princess. Touch yourself for me. Rub that clit of yours.”<br />
<br />
He flexed his hands and squeezed her breasts. Catching her nipples between his fingers, he pinched, pulled, and twisted them, sending a bolt of electricity to strike at her core.<br />
<br />
Without her vibrator, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to come, but she did as he asked, until her hand started to cramp.<br />
<br />
“I can’t,” she groaned. “I’ve never been able to—not without a vibrator. I don’t know why.”<br />
<br />
Michael released her right nipple and slid his hand down the front of her body to cup her mound. He slid one finger deeper, finding her clit, rubbing it with one hand and tormenting her breast with the other.<br />
<br />
She caught her breath when he pressed deeper, stroking her swollen folds and tracing her seam.<br />
<br />
He angled his head until his mouth hovered above the notch of her neck and shoulder, his hot breath bathing her skin. He inhaled deeply, as if memorizing the scent of it—of her—and murmured in her ear. “Open your legs, princess, and let me in.”<br />
<br />
Rose let her knees drift apart, giving him the access that he needed.<br />
<br />
Parting her folds, Michael found her slit and slid it open with his middle finger. Poised on the threshold of discovery, he teased her with his fingertip, tempting her with the promise of more.<br />
<br />
“Please,” she whispered, glad that he couldn’t see the blush warming her face.<br />
<br />
He gave it to her, inch by inch, until he was knuckle-deep inside her.<br />
<br />
“Tight,” he rasped. “God, you’re so fucking tight. Virgin pussy and virgin ass. Do you know what a turn-on that is, to know I’ll be your first?”<br />
<br />
Of course, she did. His body didn’t lie. The hot, hard truth of it was dredging channels in her back.<br />
<br />
He started to move his finger, out and in, slowly at first, gradually lengthening his strokes until he was fucking her with it. He bit her neck and licked the hurt. “If we do this,” he said, a dark promise in his voice, “you can expect pleasure, pain, and ultimate possession. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass…I won’t stop until I’ve claimed them all. Are you sure you’re ready? Are you sure this is what you want?”<br />
<br />
“Yes, Sir. Oh, please, Sir.…”<br />
<br />
He bit the base of her neck like a stallion, hard enough to mark her, teased her clit with his thumb, and brought her to a shattering climax.<br />
<br />
The water drained while he dried them both off. Every stroke of the towel against her skin was done with utmost care. She stood, rooted in place, trembling with anticipation, heady with thoughts of what he might want, what he would do. How he would take her, and make her his own.<br />
<br />
When he’d hung the wet towels and turned back to her, there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. Michael stalked towards her like a wolf, eyeing her like his prey, his brilliant blue gaze sweeping her from head to toe. His nostrils flared, filled with the scent of her arousal. In one bold move, he pulled her tightly against him with his left arm, fisted her hair with his right hand, and tugged back, forcing her face up. Lowering his, he took her mouth like he would take her body. It was a fierce, carnal claiming, complete possession, leaving nothing untouched or untasted. <br />
<br />
He grabbed her ass and lifted. Rose clung to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into her bedroom, grasped her arms, and lowered her onto her bed. “Stay,” he growled.<br />
<br />
Michael went back into the <I>en-suite</I> and came out with clean towels and his leather belt. “I’ve got to raid the kitchen for lube and hope like hell I can find condoms.” Reaching, he caught her wrists and drew them up to cross above her head. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his. “Perfect. Don’t move, or you’ll feel my belt on your bottom.”<br />
<br />
Rose stayed exactly as he left her. It felt like forever before he came back into the room with a bottle of olive oil, a roll of paper towels, and a bake pan filled with kitchen tools and condoms. Setting the pan beside the bed, he doubled his belt and thwacked his thigh. Her protest died when he smiled like the devil and sat on the bed near her head.<br />
<br />
“Arms down,” he rumbled. “I’m going to cuff your wrists.”<br />
<br />
He put the end of the leather through the buckle, fit it to her left wrist, then brought the belt up and around her other one before feeding it back through the buckle from the opposite direction. The belt formed a figure eight, with the buckle in the center, separating her hands.<br />
<br />
Double-checking the fit, Michael wrapped the length around to the top, slipped it through the belt loop, and pulled it, eliminating any slack, before threading it one last time through the buckle.<br />
<br />
It was the kinkiest, cleverest thing she’d ever seen.<br />
<br />
“Now, arms back where they were and keep them there. Otherwise I’m going to have to tie you up, and I’d rather save that for later.<br />
<br />
<I>Not this first time, when he’d go where no man had gone before.</I><br />
<br />
He put his hand over her throat in a show of possession. “Before we get started, I need your safewords. One to slow down, if things are moving too fast. Another to stop—but remember, if you use it, we’re done. Play ends and aftercare begins, but I’ll want to know what happened and why, so that I can avoid it in the future. Now, princess, what are your safewords?”<br />
<br />
She thought of all the arguments she’d listened to growing up, with her brothers rooting for a movie franchise and Michael trying to persuade them that television had birthed the ultimate sci-fi classic. “Phasers to slow. Red shirts to stop,” she said.<br />
<br />
He crooked a grin and nodded. “Phasers to slow, red shirts to stop. Who knew you were my kind of woman?”<br />
~~~~~~<br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Purchase link(s):</b></span> <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Find-Her-Avenging-Angels-Book-ebook/dp/B071WCFFKQ?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></span><br />
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Be on the lookout for Nia Farrell's future release(s): <b><i>Find Her</i></b> coming June 2017, <b><i>Wicked Lady</i></b> coming July 2017, <b><i>Wing Men</i></b> coming August 2017, <b><i>Keeper</i></b> coming September 2017, and <b><i>Rules of Engagement</i></b> coming Oct 2017<br />
Be on the lookout for Erinn Ellender Quinn's future release(s): <b><i>Chase the Wind</i></b> coming September 2017 and <b><i>Catch the Wind</i></b> coming Nov 2017<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-78071265735206958862017-06-09T00:01:00.000-04:002017-06-09T00:01:14.365-04:00Savage Thirst by Liza Street<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/34795674900/in/dateposted-public/" title="Savage Thirst" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4273/34795674900_6b2340f051.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Savage Thirst"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Savage Thirst</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Liza Street</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Corona Pride Book Four</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Revenge doesn’t have to taste like blood.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">One of the younger vampires in the Corona Mountains, Gracie Jane Moseley has still had over a hundred years to thirst after revenge for her lover’s murder by the local sheriff, Cormac Rhees. When she learns one of his descendants is living right here in Belnedge, Montana, she can’t wait to sink her fangs into him and sate her rage…and her thirst. <br />
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Mountain lion shifter Frasier Rhees has been wishing for a mate for years because no woman yet has been able to handle his fierce appetites. But Gracie Jane captivates him, body and soul. Determined to overcome his pride’s loathing of the vampires, Frasier’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep Gracie Jane close, even if it puts him in danger.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.5pt;"><i>Content Warning: Although it is part of a series and best read in order, this shapeshifter novella stands alone and contains liberal usage of naughty language and sexytimes.</i></span> <br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Cowboys, Shifters, Vampires, Suspense, Mountain Lion</span><br />
Release Date: June 7, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
Fraze sipped the lemon drop he’d ordered, but it didn’t taste right. He wasn’t ready to drink again so soon after overdoing it last night.<br />
<br />
No, it wasn’t the fucking lemon drop, he told himself. It was because he’d touched that amazing creature, Gracie Jane, and he’d wanted her. And then he’d let her go.<br />
<br />
How bereft could he feel when he’d turned down a dead girl?<br />
<br />
No, he shook his head. She wasn’t dead. She was alive. And despite the fact that she was a vampire, she had a beating heart. It moved more slowly, but it was there. Her lungs still took in air, slowly again, but nonetheless. She was a creature of magic, just like he was, and he’d done the same thing Bella had done to him years ago—he’d rejected her because she was different.<br />
<br />
It wasn’t right.<br />
<br />
He stood up and nodded at the bartender, shoving his glass away, then walked outside.<br />
<br />
Where had she gone? He tried to follow her scent. Roses, dusty ones. Secrets. She had something dark about her scent, something he couldn’t identify. It was sexy, and it was sweet and old.<br />
<br />
It shouldn’t turn him on so hard when he knew she was a vampire, but he couldn’t help it.<br />
<br />
He followed the scent around the corner of the old farmhouse, and there she stood, her arms wrapped around a woman, her face pressed to the woman’s neck. <br />
<br />
Fraze stopped in his tracks. Should he save the woman Gracie Jane held? Should he…intervene? Before he could rush forward, Gracie Jane stepped away from the woman and held her at arm’s length. “Go on, now,” she said. “I’m glad I could listen to you about your ex. He’s a cheating bastard, and you’re gonna find someone better soon.”<br />
<br />
Smiling, the woman kissed Gracie Jane’s cheek, nodded at Fraze, and walked past him to go back into the bar.<br />
<br />
“What—what was that?” Fraze asked.<br />
<br />
“<I>That</I> was me being ‘one of them,’ as you called me,” Gracie said, her voice bitter and her eyes flashing.<br />
<br />
“It wasn’t fair of me to say,” Fraze said. “I came to apologize.”<br />
<br />
She looked so cute, leaning up against the wall in her little sun dress. It wasn’t like the dark clothes she’d been wearing the night before. This one showed a soft-looking expanse of her chest, with the barest hint of cleavage. And her legs stretched out beneath it. He wanted to touch those, too.<br />
<br />
“Well?” she said. “Am I enough of a freak for you? You’re getting a good eyeful, aren’t you?”<br />
<br />
“Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted…well, I wanted to apologize. Can I buy you a drink?”<br />
<br />
“I don’t think so. I’m not thirsty anymore.”<br />
<br />
“You fed on that woman,” Fraze said.<br />
<br />
“It’s what vampires do.”<br />
<br />
“But you didn’t kidnap her, keep her in a cage for three days.”<br />
<br />
She shook her head and gave him a bitter smile. “That was Maslin’s way. Not all of us liked it. We have to follow the king or queen’s orders. I hunt this way, though. And I try to improve the lives of those who give me some of theirs.”<br />
<br />
Her heart was beating faster now; he could sense it. She seemed warmer to him, too. He reached out and trailed a finger over her shoulder.<br />
<br />
“What are you doing?” she asked, sharply.<br />
<br />
“I’m…I’m drawn to you. I don’t know why. And when I ended our dance, I felt wrong.”<br />
<br />
She stepped closer to him. “I’m drawn to you, too. And it’s not because I’m thirsty.”<br />
<br />
He dipped his head and pressed his mouth against hers. She tasted not of blood, but of sweetness and life and all the dark secrets he wanted to devour. She was a mystery and he wanted to figure her out.<br />
~~~~~~<br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Purchase link(s):</b></span> <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06Y4DCKHJ?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></span><br />
Other titles by Liza Street:<br />
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<td><center><B>Savage<br>Yearning</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Savage<br>Loss</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Savage<br>Heartache</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>The Sierra<br>Pride Bundle</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Wanderer</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Heartbreaker</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Protector</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Player</B></center></td>
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<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#one" title="Fierce Wanderer" target="_blank"><img src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/339/32012375625_b82dd1feb4_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Wanderer"></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#two" title="Fierce Heartbreaker" target="_blank"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/683/31863767392_8c2695fda9_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Heartbreaker"></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#three" title="Fierce Protector" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/534/31974111636_3790afdb00_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Protector"></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#four" title="Fierce Player" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/304/31171627244_38eaa8dce2_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Player"></a></center></td>
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<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Dancer</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Informer</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Survivor</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Lover</B></center></td>
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<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#five" title="Fierce Dancer" target="_blank"><img src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5604/31171627674_97d259bf85_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Dancer"></a></center></td>
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<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#eight" title="Fierce Lover" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/599/31974111756_00737be124_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Lover"></a></center></td>
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Be on the lookout for Liza Street's future release(s): <b><i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Savage-Bliss-Corona-Pride-Book-ebook/dp/B071Z5PDGN?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank">Savage Bliss</a></i></b> coming July 2017 and <b><i>The Corona Pride: The Complete Series</i></b> coming Aug 2017<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-11003509607374753892017-06-03T00:01:00.000-04:002017-06-03T00:01:16.057-04:00Keeper by Nia Farrell<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/34909658541/in/dateposted-public/" title="Keeper" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4228/34909658541_72685eac6a.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Keeper"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Keeper</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Avenging Angels MC Introduction</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Nia Farrell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Avenging Angels Book 0.5</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>What happens when MC meets erotic romance?</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan and Isabella Castellari have a history. Kind of. <br />
<br />
He’s a member of the Avenging Angels MC and one of four brothers whom she thinks slept with her sister. <br />
<br />
Or did they? Nothing is as it seems. <br />
<br />
Isabella’s world is turned upside down when lies are exposed, truths revealed, and the man she’s been fantasizing about for three long years makes her an offer that she should refuse but can’t.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Includes a sneak peek of </i><b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071WCFFKQ?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20">Find Her</a></b><i>, Avenging Angels MC Book 1, coming in early June 2017.</i></span> <br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Erotic Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Bikers, BDSM, D/s, Motorcycle Club</span><br />
Release Date: June 1, 2017<br />
Publisher: Long Branch Books</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
She knew trouble when she saw it, and it was most surely headed her way. Six feet four inches of blond haired, blue eyed, tattoo-labeled testosterone. Thor reincarnated, wearing denim jeans that bulged in all the right places and a tight black tee shirt peaking from the opened front of his cut. She didn’t know what everything meant that was on the front, but she knew exactly what was on the back. The logo of the Avenging Angels MC, said to have sixty-six members, one number short of hell on earth, and he had helped unleash it.<br />
<br />
Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan. The man who had ruined her only sister. Or one of them, anyway.<br />
<br />
“Well, well.” He approached her car, purring like a jungle cat toying with his prey. “If it isn’t Isabella Castellari. You’ve grown.”<br />
<br />
The appreciative gleam in his eyes told her just how much he liked it.<br />
<br />
Isabella bit her lip, wondering what God was thinking when her car broke down miles from nowhere and she’d prayed for help. Surely He wouldn’t send Luke McLanahan. But there was no one else in sight. The next man who stopped might just pull her from her car, or force his way inside.<br />
<br />
The devil she knew seemed the better of the two.<br />
<br />
“Can you give me a ride home?” she asked, cringing when she saw his grin flatten.<br />
<br />
“You think that’s wise?” He put his arm on the roof and hooked a thumb into his belt loop, drawing her gaze downward to the front of his jeans.<br />
<br />
No wonder her sister had crushed on him.<br />
<br />
“What?”<br />
<br />
He sighed heavily. “I said, that didn’t work out so well last time.”<br />
<br />
Yes, but Krissy had come back half naked in someone else’s clothes, clinging to Mad Dog’s back, while his three brothers rode shotgun to make sure nothing happened with her dad. They’d heard the rumors. She’d lived with them all her life.<br />
<br />
“My folks are gone. If you don’t want the neighbors to see, then drop me off at the gas station by the highway,” she said. “I’ll call my friend Anna to come get me.”<br />
<br />
Mad Dog gave her an odd look, then nodded his head. “Get your stuff, close your windows, and lock up. I’ll get you somewhere safe.”<br />
<br />
It wasn’t the gas station. He buzzed right by the turn off and kept going, not stopping until he’d pulled into the Avenging Angels Clubhouse parking lot, lined with bikes and flanked with vehicles. “Get off and stay close,” he ordered, not bothering to see if she did.<br />
<br />
Left with no choice, she shouldered her bag and followed him into the clubhouse.<br />
<br />
The air was heavy with more than tobacco smoke and rife with the smell of sex. In what seemed to be the club’s communal room, every piece of furniture was occupied by bikers getting blow jobs, eating pussy, or banging one of the club sluts. In a far corner, she saw Luke’s brother Richie sprawled in a chair, thighs spread wide, while a familiar head bobbed up and down between them.<br />
<br />
Isabella’s stomach dropped, and she turned away.<br />
<br />
There’d be no help from Anna tonight.<br />
<br />
Mad Dog grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him. She went, helpless to do anything else. In here, she needed his protection…even if it came at a price.<br />
<br />
He opened a door and dragged her inside what looked to be his bedroom. A small flat screen TV sat on a scarred maple chest of drawers. The desk beside it held a printer and a laptop computer, its screen as black as Mad Dog’s soul.<br />
<br />
Two interior doors led to what was likely a closet and what she hoped was a bathroom. “Is there somewhere I can wash up?”<br />
<br />
They both knew she was stalling for time. He humored her anyway. “On the left,” he said, smirking. “Don’t get lost.”<br />
<br />
As if she could. It was the tiniest bathroom that she’d ever seen. The stool and sink were opposite each other, so close, she could nearly use them both. The shower was better, spanning the other wall, roomy enough for a man Mad Dog’s size and likely big enough to share.<br />
<br />
She used two squares of tissue to lower the seat so she could go, then did a surgical scrub on her hands. Pulling up her knit top, she covered her fingers and twisted the door knob.<br />
<br />
Mad Dog was looking at her e-reader.<br />
<br />
<i>Shit.</i><br />
<br />
He grinned like the very devil. “Seems little sister has a thing for MC’s. Who’d have guessed?”<br />
<br />
“They’re just books,” she snapped, plucking the reader from his hand and sticking it back in her bag.<br />
<br />
“Fiction. Just because I read it doesn’t mean I want it in real life.”<br />
<br />
“Krissy did,” he drawled. “She wanted gang banged. Trouble is, she hooked up with the wrong club. She’s lucky we came along when we did. You might not have seen her again.”<br />
<br />
Isabella felt her legs start to buckle. Mad Dog caught her and pulled her to sit beside him on the bed.<br />
<br />
She stared up at him, remembering, wondering how she could have gotten it so wrong.<br />
<br />
<i>Krissy.</i> Prissy Krissy. Too proud to admit where she’d been, she’d said nothing, just let them think she’d spent the night with Mad Dog and his brothers.<br />
<br />
And now her best friend was banging one of them.<br />
<br />
Isabella hoped it was only one.<br />
<br />
“What about Anna?”<br />
<br />
He <i>tsked</i>. “Don’t give me that look. I’m not my brother’s keeper. Richie’s been seeing her for two months or so now. They seem…fond of each other.”<br />
<br />
“Fond?” She barked a laugh. “Is that what you call it?”<br />
<br />
He angled his head. “You don’t have to be fond of someone to give them a blow job. You don’t even have to like them.” He fastened his gaze on her mouth. “You just have to be willing…and understand the rules. Only one of us gets to bite, and it’s not you, Isabella.”<br />
<br />
He reached for her breast, then, and she let him. Three years of forbidden fantasies were suddenly within her grasp. His was hard enough to bruise.<br />
<br />
“My rules. My way,” he growled, pinching her nipple and making her moan. “I like it rough, little girl. You have no idea. I doubt that you can handle me, but if you want to try….”<br />
<br />
<i>Did she?</i><br />
<br />
Isabella’s mouth went dry, and she wet her lips. “How rough?”<br />
<br />
Mad Dog caught her chin and pushed his thumb into her mouth. “Rough,” he rumbled, his blue eyes darkening when she started sucking and teasing it with her tongue. “Spanking. Bondage. My belt, if you beg me for it. I like oral, and I like anal. Say the word, and I’ll take you home. If you stay, you’re gonna get ridden hard and put away wet.”<br />
<br />
He pulled his thumb from her mouth and fisted her hair. “Go or stay?” He pulled downward, forcing her face up to meet his.<br />
<br />
“Stay.”<br />
<br />
His mouth slammed down on hers in an elemental claiming of lips and teeth and tongue. He tasted mildly of beer and breath mints as he took her mouth, possessed it, his voracious tongue thrusting inside to battle with hers.<br />
<br />
He undid his belt, unfastened his pants, and pushed her face into his lap. “Take me out and suck me dry. You’d better swallow every drop.”<br />
<br />
It took two hands to pull him out. His cock must have been ten inches of vein-roped, velvet covered steel. She’d need to unhinge her jaw to begin to take him.<br />
<br />
“I’m not a fan of gag reflexes, so unless you can deep throat something this size, just suck what you can until I come, then keep on sucking.”<br />
<br />
Isabella licked his glans, catching the drop of pre-cum at its tip, swirling her tongue around his crown, teasing the sensitive point underneath that earned a low growl from his throat. Keeping her teeth behind the curl of her lips, she opened wide and took him in—or as much as she could, wrapping her fingers around the rest and jacking him with her hands. His balls tightened. His cock swelled, impossibly larger. “Take it,” he snarled, and exploded in her mouth, shooting round after round of cum down her throat for her to swallow.<br />
<br />
The next thing she knew, most of her clothes had disappeared, and she was in her red lace bra and panties, standing between his wide-spread feet like a slave waiting for inspection.<br />
<br />
Mad Dog arched a critical brow. “Who were you planning to see, little girl? Usually women who go out matching like this are looking to get laid.”<br />
<br />
“My date ended early,” she said, still smarting. Anna had warned her the guy was an arrogant prick. “He thought I was like Krissy.”<br />
<br />
He swiped a hand across his face. “He’s seen her, then?”<br />
<br />
“Probably.”<br />
<br />
“Finally, something we have in common. You’re not her keeper, either.” Mad Dog’s lips curled in the parody of a smile. “I guess it’s hard, being sister to the reigning Queen of Porn.”<br />
<br />
Isabella fought the urge to roll her eyes. “You have no idea.”<br />
<br />
“Well,” he drawled, “rebound sex is sweet revenge. Lucky you, I’m willing to be your consolation prize. Come here.” He hooked a finger in the front of her bra and pulled her to him. “Take this off. It’s too pretty to rip off that rocking body of yours, and I need a taste of those tits.”<br />
~~~~~~<br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Purchase link(s):</b></span> <b><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Keeper-Avenging-Angels-MC-Introduction-ebook/dp/B071S7P81W?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank">Amazon</a></b></span><br />
Other titles by Nia Farrell and her alter ego, Erinn Ellender Quinn:<br />
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<tr> <td><center><b>Viking<br />
Raid</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Triple<br />
Play</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Honour<br />
Bound</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Hooked</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Night<br />
Music</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Replay-Book-1-Viking-Raid-ebook/dp/B01H5RDUCA?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5608/31753532161_fcae81fe58_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Replay-Book-2-Triple-Play-ebook/dp/B01KGUPRCY?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/511/31497265060_2722536547_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/12/honour-bound-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/758/31700972482_531cf56fe4_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/hooked-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/541/31222736363_103d4a4e37_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/03/night-music-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3914/33192963855_d7301f01b1_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> </tr>
</tbody></table><table><tbody>
<tr> <td><center><b>Highland<br />
Fling</B></center></td> <td><center><b>As Wicked<br />
as You Want</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Pride &<br />
Punishment</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Something<br />
More</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/05/highland-fling-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4191/34352475206_7a0e3a71f4_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/As-Wicked-You-Want-Forever-ebook/dp/B01ICAW8LI?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/635/31497265480_21a3c6f3c8_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Pride-Punishment-Retelling-Austens-Beloved-ebook/dp/B01FJ612HY?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/514/31753532691_292d0598bf_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Something-More-Three-Graces-Book-ebook/dp/B016OULX8C?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/433/31753531881_f6f39651a7_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> </tr>
</tbody></table><table><tbody>
<tr> <td><center><b>Dare<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Reap<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Touch<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Ride<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/04/dare-wind-by-erinn-ellender-quinn.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3791/33757972726_37f541bb70_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/02/reap-wind-by-erinn-ellender-quinn.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/724/31858370263_daf117ea39_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/12/touch-wind-by-erinn-ellender-quinn.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/571/31870974861_b53e227f0b_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Ride-Wind-Touch-Book-Two-ebook/dp/B01LX6ZVBS?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/428/31987710685_a8a3024202_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> </tr>
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-70368752581399460712017-06-01T00:01:00.000-04:002017-06-01T00:01:10.003-04:00Wrecked by Cynthia Eden<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/34632097360/in/dateposted-public/" title="Wrecked" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4222/34632097360_f302cd68f0.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Wrecked"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Wrecked</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Cynthia Eden</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">LOST Book Six</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b><i>Who’s the cat and who’s the mouse…?</i><br />
<br />
SHE LEFT HIM ONCE.</b></span> <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">LOST Agent Ana Young was only fourteen when she was abducted by a madman, but unlike many kidnapping victims, she did go home. Now, her mission is to find the missing. But her new case has her on the hunt for the escaped convict who’s obsessed with her. And Ana has an unlikely partner—the sexy, supposedly-by-the-book FBI agent she had one amazing night with and had to forget.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b>NOW HE HAS TO PROTECT HER 24/7…</b></span> <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">FBI Special Agent Cash Knox knows that Ana, the petite, tough-ass former bounty hunter, can get the job done again. But this time, someone else leads them to “Bernie-the-Butcher,” someone who’s been watching Ana. Waiting for her.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b>…FROM A CRAZED KILLER.</b></span> <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Now, catching a deranged murderer means Ana must trust her guarded heart to the gorgeous, complicated G-man she wasn’t supposed to fall for.</span><br />
<br />
<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Romantic Suspense<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">FBI, Contemporary, Romance</span><br />
Release Date: May 30, 2017<br />
Publisher:</span> <a href="https://www.harpercollins.com/cr-104815/cynthia-eden" target="_blank">Avon Books/Harper Collins</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
“Your boss gave you the company jet,” Cash murmured as he sat across from Ana—<I>in one very plush company jet</I>. “You must have a lot of pull with him.” And, yeah, that was jealousy twisting his guts up but he couldn’t help it.<br />
<br />
When it came to Ana Young—Ana <I>Break-My-Heart</I> Young—his emotions were always raw.<br />
<br />
At his words, Ana stopped looking at the clouds outside of her window and her head turned toward him. When she locked her dark gaze on him, Cash felt that stare like a punch straight to his gut. Ana wasn’t the kind of woman that a guy forgot, though Cash had sure as hell tried to put their night behind him.<br />
<br />
Ana was different.<br />
<br />
She was the kind of woman who could wreck a man.<br />
<br />
“If you have a question about my relationship with Gabe,” Ana said, her voice clear and easy, “then ask. But don’t make snide-ass comments that are only going to piss me off, okay?”<br />
<br />
That was Ana. Straight to the point. A woman who didn’t play games. He could sure respect that. “Are you involved with him?”<br />
<br />
“Am I sleeping with my boss? No. He’s married, actually. Quite happily.” Her lips kicked up into a quick smile. “To a former client.”<br />
<br />
His gaze darted to her lips. Her lips were truly incredible—red and full. And her scar <I>shouldn’t</I> have been sexy. Cash hated that Ana had been hurt. Hated that she was scarred in any way. If he’d had his way, she would have never known a moment of pain or fear.<br />
<br />
Ana had a habit of lightly licking the faint line of her scar when she was in deep thought. A quick swipe of her pink tongue across her top lip.<br />
<br />
<I>Drives me insane.</I><br />
<br />
Not that she knew it. Not that he’d tell her. It had been two years, for fuck’s sake. He’d moved the hell on. And even if Ana wasn’t sleeping with her boss, a woman like her would sure be sleeping with <I>someone</I>.<br />
<br />
Whoever the guy was…he was one lucky bastard.<br />
<br />
“What about you, Agent Knox?”<br />
<br />
His brows rose. Since when was he <I>Agent Knox</I>?<br />
<br />
“You involved with someone?” Her gaze dipped to his left hand. “I don’t see a ring, but that doesn’t mean anything. You certainly strike me as the marrying kind.”<br />
<br />
He flexed his fingers. “Not involved. Definitely not married.” But her words were nagging. “What do you mean about me being the marrying kind?”<br />
<br />
She waved her hand toward him. “Oh, you know.”<br />
<br />
He had no clue.<br />
<br />
“You’re the true-blue type. The white knight. So I just figured you’d have a white picket fence and an adoring family waiting for you by now.” Sadness flickered in her eyes, just for a moment. “I rather wanted that for you.”<br />
<br />
Wait, <I>what</I>? “Ana Young,” he said, rasping out her name. “You confuse the hell out of me.”<br />
<br />
Her long lashes fell, casting shadows against her cheeks.<br />
<br />
“So…are we going to talk about it at all?” Cash drawled, aware that his Texas accent had just slipped out. Ana had grown up in Texas, too, though she’d certainly never talked to him about her life. Not that they’d done a whole lot of talking when they’d known each other before.<br />
<br />
They’d met. Ignited. Burned up the sheets.<br />
<br />
Then she’d vanished.<br />
<br />
Her lashes slowly lifted. Her gaze swept over his face. “You look the same.” Her head tilted a bit as she studied him. “Though the stubble is new. Kind of gives you a rough edge.” She paused. “I like it.”<br />
<br />
<I>Ana.</I><br />
<br />
“As far as talking about ‘it’…I’m assuming you mean the case? Because we really don’t have anything else to talk about.”<br />
<br />
That was cold and clear. And Cash found himself smiling. “You seem the same, too.” Direct. Sexy as all hell. But… “Prettier, though. How is that possible? How do you get better with time?”<br />
<br />
She stared back at him. Her eyes were so dark, but he could see the gold hidden in their depths. That gold had ignited when he’d been inside of her and she’d been coming for him.<br />
<br />
<I>Focus on the case, man!</I><br />
<br />
Because he wasn’t there for a walk down memory lane. He was with Ana because she truly was the best.<br />
<br />
And…<br />
<br />
<I>So maybe I lied to Ana a bit.</I> He lied to people all the time, and they had no clue. Ana had just said he was the white knight type.<br />
<br />
That was hilarious. He was as far from a white knight as it was possible to be.<br />
~~~~~~<br />
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Other titles by Cynthia Eden:<br />
<center><table><tbody><tr>
<td><center><B>Broken</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Twisted</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Shattered</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Torn</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Taken</B></center></td>
</tr><tr>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/03/broken-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8580/16602485436_7d32508a98_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/04/twisted-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8593/16441277958_0c3fe38d22_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/10/shattered-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5808/22393910126_dee2afd8b8.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/05/torn-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c8.staticflickr.com/8/7586/27132654351_210062e907_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/11/taken-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5661/31283840585_8b8e225809_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
</tr></tbody></table><table><tbody><tr>
<td><center><B>The Gathering<br>Dusk</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>After The<br>Dark</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Christmas<br>with a Spy</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Abduction</B></center></td>
</tr><tr>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-gathering-dusk-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/272/31687389840_21ab0a4647_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/03/after-dark-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3679/33724101745_eba83b0143_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Spy-Cynthia-Eden-ebook/dp/B01LWPLQDN?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5549/31247331176_a97b2615e9_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/03/abduction-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2819/33190184786_93ab512d4b_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
</tr></tbody></table><table><tbody><tr>
<td><center><B>Allegiances</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Deceptions</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Reckonings</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Suspicions</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Secrets</B></center></td>
</tr><tr>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/05/allegiances-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1445/26693936116_5b632ab7c9_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/04/deceptions-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1575/26134697346_40bcb1d938_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/10/reckoningsbite-dust-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm1.staticflickr.com/606/21868669925_030478901a_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/09/suspicions-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm1.staticflickr.com/700/20963523519_5fd86e4a99_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/03/secrets-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7622/16895863502_4dafa50bc2_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
</tr></tbody></table><table><tbody><tr>
<td><center><B>Confessions</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Glitter &<br>Gunfire</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Need<br>Me</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Want<br>Me</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Watch<br>Me</B></center></td>
</tr><tr>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/02/confessions-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7419/16416992669_b205579652_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/12/all-he-wants-for-christmasglitter.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5722/23427047996_1919ec3316_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/03/dark-obsession-series-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7639/16538506347_a753cf9eaf_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/03/dark-obsession-series-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm9.staticflickr.com/8621/16123458674_5c60861788_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2014/12/cover-reveal-watch-me-by-cynthia-eden.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7575/15934847140_6e665843fc_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td>
</tr><tr>
<td><center><B>Mine<br>To Take</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Mine<br>To Keep</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Mine<br>To Hold</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Mine<br>To Crave</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Mine<br>To Have</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Mine<br>To Protect</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The Wolf<br>Within</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Marked By<br>The Vampire</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Charming<br>The Beast</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Until Death</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>The Devil<br>in Disguise</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>On The<br>Prowl</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Undead<br>Or Alive</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Broken<br>Angel</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Heart<br>of Stone</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Tempted<br>By Fate</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Better Off<br>Undead</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Bite<br>the Dust</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>A Vampire’s<br>Christmas<br>Carol</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Regan Walker</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Donet Trilogy Book Two</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>England and France 1784</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Cast out by his noble father for marrying the woman he loved, Jean Donet took to the sea, becoming a smuggler, delivering French brandy and tea to the south coast of England. When his young wife died, he nearly lost his sanity. In time, he became a pirate and then a privateer, vowing to never again risk his heart.<br />
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As Donet’s wealth grew, so grew his fame as a daring ship’s captain, the terror of the English Channel in the American War. When his father and older brother die in a carriage accident in France, Jean becomes the comte de Saintonge, a title he never wanted. <br />
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Lady Joanna West cares little for London Society, which considers her its darling. Marriage in the ton is either dull or disastrous. She wants no part of it. To help the poor in Sussex, she joins in their smuggling. Now she is the master of the beach, risking her reputation and her life. One night off the coast of Bognor, Joanna encounters the menacing captain of a smuggling ship, never realizing he is the mysterious comte de Saintonge.<br />
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Can Donet resist the English vixen who entices him as no other woman? Will Lady Joanna risk all for an uncertain chance at love in the arms of the dashing Jean Donet?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Historical Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Smugglers, Pirates, Georgian, Mystery</span><br />
Release Date: May 23, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Bognor, West Sussex, England, April 1784</i></span> <br />
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Except for the small waves rushing to shore, hissing as they raced over the shingles, Bognor’s coast was eerily bereft of sound. Lady Joanna West hated the disquiet she always experienced before a smuggling run. Tonight, the blood throbbed in her veins with the anxious pounding of her heart, for this time, she would be dealing with a total stranger.<br />
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Would he be fair, this new partner in free trade? Or might he be a feared revenue agent in disguise, ready to cinch a hangman’s noose around her slender neck?<br />
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The answer lay just offshore, silhouetted against a cobalt blue sky streaked with gold from the setting sun: a black-sided ship, her sails lifted like a lady gathering up her skirts, poised to flee, waited for a signal.<br />
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Crouched behind a rock with her younger brother, Joanna hesitated, studying the ship. Eight gun ports marched across the side of the brig, making her wonder at the battles the captain anticipated that he should carry sixteen guns.<br />
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She and her men were unarmed. They would be helpless should he decide to cheat them, his barrels full of water instead of brandy, his tea no more than dried weeds.<br />
<br />
It had been tried before.<br />
<br />
“You are certain Zack speaks for this captain?” she asked Freddie whose dark auburn curls beneath his slouched hat made his boyish face appear younger than his seventeen years. But to one who knew him well, the set of his jaw hinted at the man he would one day become.<br />
<br />
“I’ll fetch him,” Freddie said in a hushed tone, “and you can ask him yourself.” He disappeared into the shadows where her men waited beneath the trees.<br />
<br />
Zack appeared, squatting beside her, a giant of a man with a scar on the left side of his face from the war. Like the mastiffs that guarded the grounds of her family’s estate, he was big and ugly, fierce with enemies, but gentle with those he was charged to protect.<br />
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“Young Frederick here says ye want to know about this ship, m’lady.” At her nod, Zack gazed toward the brig. “He used to come here regular with nary a con nor a cheat. He’s been gone awhile now. I heard he might have worked up some other business—royal business.” He rolled his massive shoulders in a shrug. “In my experience, a tiger don’t change his stripes. He’s a Frog, aye, but I trust the Frenchie’s one of us, a free trader still.”<br />
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She took in a deep breath of the salted air blowing onshore and let it out. “Good.” Zack’s assurance had been some comfort but not enough to end her concerns. What royal business? For tonight, she need not know. “Give the signal,” she directed her brother, “but I intend to see for myself if the cargo is what we ordered.”<br />
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Without seeking the position, Joanna had become the smugglers’ master of the beach, responsible for getting the cargo ashore and away to inland routes and London markets with no revenue man the wiser. She took seriously her role to assure the villagers got what they paid for. Their survival depended upon it.<br />
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Other titles by Regan Walker:<br />
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<td><center><B>To Tame<BR>the Wind</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Wind<BR>Raven</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Against<BR>the Wind</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Racing With<BR>the Wind</b></center></td>
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<td><center><B>King's<BR>Knight</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The Red<BR>Wolf's Prize</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Rogue<BR>Knight</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Rebel<BR>Warrior</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>The Refuge</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The Twelfth<BR>Night Wager</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>The Holly<BR>& the Thistle</b></center></td>
<td><center><b>The Shamrock<BR>& the Rose</b></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Mark Lingane</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Hadron Damnation Book One</span></span></center><blockquote><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><b><i>We<br />
Are<br />
Coming<br />
To<br />
Kill<br />
You.</i></b></span></blockquote><span style="font-size: 11pt;">For four hundred years, the human race has been hiding, defending, surviving against an unknown alien attack, using weapons known as rippers and smashers.<br />
<br />
Except they are not weapons, they are children—descendants of Cally Raiden—with unique abilities to rip open the space-time continuum and smash through to one moment in the future and broadcast back what they glimpse before they die. But one day, a child comes back…<br />
<br />
…with the truth.<br />
<br />
Humanity faces its greatest challenge. Can someone rise and galvanize the fractured societies, or will the planet fall?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: SciFi Thriller<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Alien Invasion, Post-Apocalyptic</span><br />
Release Date: May 12, 2017<br />
Publisher: Insync Books</span><br />
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iYe rested against the wall—a smooth, white stone, like sand but vertical, in stark contrast to the metal surfaces in the outland facilities. He ran his palm over the surface and small flecks scraped away. Bars lined two walls stopping several inches short of the ceiling making a gap too small to squeeze through. Spotlights shone on him and obscured anything beyond his incarceration. For a brief moment, in the tranquil bubble of light, he felt at peace. Coolness existed without breeze or noise. In his mother’s fleeting concept of home in the outland complexes, the purifiers and air conditioners ran around the clock as a constant soundtrack.<br />
<br />
Being unconscious when the soldiers had brought him in, iYe missed seeing the complex, only waking up once he was in jail. His mother had said he originally came from here, but it seemed foreign. His first vivid recollection—the wind whipping around as he fell, wrapped in his mother’s arms—washed away any positive image of Command. But the feel of the wall had triggered a submerged memory. So, was he home or not? And would there be more falling?<br />
<br />
iYe kicked his feet against the floor, watching how the metal edges of his boots left small marks on the stone. He tried to carve a rude word.<br />
<br />
“Don’t be alarmed. I’m coming in.”<br />
<br />
The voice resonated from everywhere. iYe stood and peered into the darkness. A figure emerged from the gloom. As it approached, the outline became defined and resolved into a woman wearing a white lab coat. She appeared to be the same age as his mother, although not as warlike. Her movements indicated hesitation; each step a cautious examination. The lady rested her hand on the central bar that ran around the cell and stared in, watching without speaking. Her hair, eyes, face, and clothes made her look like a wall of white, with the only bit of color being the Command crest stitched on her coat pocket.<br />
<br />
After several moments, iYe felt uncomfortable.<br />
<br />
The woman pulled out a key from around her neck and slotted it into the lock. The cell door creaked as she entered, the only noise in the room. He shuffled his feet to add something to the quiet. The woman positioned herself on the cell’s only bench and patted the seat, indicating for him to join her.<br />
<br />
He approached, weary of her, and slowly sat, keeping open a cautious eye.<br />
<br />
“Hello, iYe, I’m Ema.”<br />
<br />
“How do you know my name?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“They wrote it down for me,” Ema replied. “Is it okay to call you iYe?”<br />
<br />
He gave her an indifferent shrug, then asked, “Do you know where my mother is?”<br />
<br />
“Er … I’m sorry, no.”<br />
<br />
“When will I see her?”<br />
<br />
“In an hour or two.” She paused. “Do you know much about your name?”<br />
<br />
“iYe?”<br />
<br />
“No, Raiden.”<br />
<br />
“No.”<br />
<br />
“Raiden is the surname of Cally, Cally Raiden. You are theoretically a direct descendant of him. The original smasher. Although he was a ripper as well.”<br />
<br />
iYe rubbed his nose. “I thought there were heaps of people with that name.”<br />
<br />
“Information regarding that may be unreliable. But you’re fairly unique.”<br />
<br />
“I’ve heard the name in the old stories. What does a smasher do?”<br />
<br />
“Well, the Hadron, called the Omega, is surrounded by anti-gravity sub-loops that oscillate at a different speed to the main flare, generating what is called a Schwarzschild membrane, which is porous to the correct molecular cohesion. Every ten months, the Omega and sub-loops fall into alignment, allowing us access to the temporal optic absorption under dense gravity flux. This is called the teleological paradox. At that moment, a ripper can balance the flow of energy and hold it, while a smasher can approach the event horizon as the ripper delays the entropic expansion and—this is the exciting bit—go past the point where the energy displacements align and reciprocate the datum through atomic synchronization.”<br />
<br />
iYe gave her a blank expression.<br />
<br />
“A smasher helps us build up a picture of the future by sending back observations from the event horizon, a place where the future and the past meet,” Ema explained. “Bit by bit, we are able to collect small snippets of information about distant wars that we will be fighting. Smashers are heroes.”<br />
<br />
“Oh.”<br />
<br />
“Normally, a smasher has been Celebrated by the age of ten. We’ve never had one as old as you in here for the … pre-Ascension. Do you … do you mind if I take a sample?”<br />
<br />
Before he could respond, Ema had stabbed a clear tube against his neck.<br />
<br />
“Ow.”<br />
<br />
The tube filled with brilliant red liquid, and she pulled it away. iYe licked his finger and placed the fingertip over the pinprick.<br />
<br />
Silently, Ema stood and awkwardly shuffled out of the cell, swapping her gaze between the blood and iYe.<br />
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<center>*</center><br />
Once she returned to the observation room, Ema split the blood into a half dozen test tubes as she moved about in a near trance. She squeezed a few drops of blood on a glass plate and slipped it under the microscope.<br />
<br />
“Everything all right?” Damien asked.<br />
<br />
She waved a test tube at him. “Check the gamma levels.”<br />
<br />
He grabbed the tube and placed it in the cream analysis box while glancing out through the one-way mirror. “The boy’s talking to himself. He’s been living in the outlands, hasn’t he?”<br />
<br />
Ema mumbled.<br />
<br />
“I’d better allow for higher readings.” Damien spun the knobs on the box and pressed the ANALYSIS button. “I checked the paperwork. We don’t need to terminate him. He’s to be executed.”<br />
<br />
“It will be more humane if we do it,” Ema replied.<br />
<br />
The machine dials swung to maximum before the entire device sparked and blew. Damien swore as flames rose.<br />
<br />
“My god, this can’t be right. You need to see this,” Ema said, ignoring the fireworks behind her.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Christina McKnight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Undaunted Debutantes Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">One tragic night changed sensible, proper Lady Edith Pelton’s life: when her best friend fell to her death, pushed down a flight of stairs by a nefarious lord. Now, Edith dedicates her time to watching the man she thinks is responsible, while gathering information to expose other scoundrels posing as gentlemen of honor about London. When her spying is noticed by a perfect stranger, Edith finds herself with two mysteries—what happened to her friend, and how to win the heart of this brilliantly handsome lord. <br />
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Triston Neville, Viscount Torrington, has been tasked with two duties for the upcoming Season: see that his sisters make the most of their debut, and avoid embroiling himself in another scandal. What he does not expect is the captivating, fair-haired beauty that literally falls into his path. When the mysterious Lady Edith suddenly disappears without a trace, Triston fears his past misdeeds may have returned to destroy his life once more.<br />
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Can Triston piece together the puzzle in time to save Edith and prove that his love is nothing less than honorable?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Historical Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Regency, Mystery, Suspense</span><br />
Release Date: May 23, 2017<br />
Publisher: La Loma Elite Publishing</span><br />
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“I have seen many oxen with broader shoulders,”—she smirked, pulling back and leaning to the side as if to get a glimpse of his backside—“and far more accentuated hindquarters.”<br />
<br />
She gulped. <br />
<br />
No laughter remained as he narrowed his eyes on her. “Did you just compare my physique to that of a farm animal?” <br />
<br />
Edith took a step back—damnation, she would not cower to him. “If you prefer, I can select another animal. A donkey, perhaps? They are well-known for their obstinacy. Or better yet, an African lion, I have read they are intimidating creatures.”<br />
<br />
“You think me intimidating?” It was Torrington who took a step back this time, as if her words had wounded him. “Wait, do not answer that question—I have a far more important one: why do you keep appearing everywhere I am?”<br />
<br />
“It is not I who keeps appearing,” Edith corrected. “I was minding my own business outside of Abercorn’s townhouse. You are the one who scared me from the tree. And you were the one who caught my eye in the ballroom. And I was enjoying an afternoon in the park when—“ She clamped her mouth shut.<br />
<br />
“Enjoying an afternoon in the park until…you saw me and decided to follow?” he demanded. “I may very well be as large as an ox, or as stubborn as a donkey, or even as domineering as a lion, but at least I am not a snake—slithering and sneaking about, ready to bite and poison when the mood strikes.” <br />
<br />
Edith gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.<br />
<br />
“Oh, you find it belittling to be compared to a bloody animal?” he sneered. “Well, I find it insulting to be lied to, followed, and scrutinized by a woman I do not know.”<br />
<br />
Edith sighed. “I have not been following you, I swear to it.” <br />
<br />
Not a complete lie, or at least she hadn’t been at Lord Abercorn’s townhouse to spy on Triston—she allowed herself to think of him by his given name—nor had she attended the ball with Ophelia and Luci expecting to see him. And the park, well, that was rather serendipitous. She had decided to keep an eye on him, but she’d never thought to follow him out of London proper.<br />
<br />
Edith glanced to the window, but the drapes were pulled securely shut. “The day must be growing late. My parents will surely be wondering where I am when I don’t arrive home on schedule.”<br />
<br />
“I know what you are up to, Lady Edith Pelton.” His stance widened as he surveyed her from head to toe.<br />
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<td><center><B>Shunned<br>No More</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by H.C. Brown</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Starmen Book Two</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Big Brother is watching every kinky move they make.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">After Deon’s Artificial Intelligence module breaks down, Arjun must travel back to the future to collect the alloy he needs for the repair.<br />
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To gain access to a probe due to land on Amun 2 in the next few days, he must volunteer as a Dom in an experiment in multiple partner male-on-male sex run by the Klebs.<br />
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Arjun discovers the Klebs are using the “experiment” as an excuse to run a live feed BDSM porno channel around their world and gives them a performance they will never forget.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt;"><i>Note: For the best reading experience, book one, <b><i><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/07/insatiable-by-hc-brown.html" target="_blank">Insatiable</a></i></b>, should be read first.</i></span> <br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: SciFi Time Travel Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">M/M, BDSM, Aliens, D/s, Ménage (MMM), Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple partners, Gay, GLBT</span><br />
Release Date: May 18, 2017<br />
Publisher:</span> <a href="http://luminositypublishing.com/h-c-brown" target="_blank">Luminosity Publishing</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
Rhy groaned around Mason’s enormous dick. The pain in his ass surprised him and he could not remember Arjun’s rod being so thick but the moment he moved incredible sensations surged up his nerve endings. With his mouth and ass so full, so deliciously hot—he was in heaven. Mason tasted so good. With each thrust of his hips, his shaft slid over his tongue like silk. His handsome lover’s familiar scent filled his nose, driving him insane with desire. His large, warm hands cupped his face, his thumbs made wide circles on his cheeks. <I>I love you so much.</I><br />
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Pinned so deliciously between his men, he rocked on his knees, meeting each thrusting cock. He dragged his teeth up Mason’s shaft and then swirled his tongue over the top. His mouth filled with the taste of him and wanting so much more, he sucked harder, encouraging him to fill his mouth with his seed. <I>Let me drink you. Come for me, Mason.</I><br />
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His hole pulsated around Arjun’s thick cock. His Master’s magnificent shaft stretched him to the limit. So hot, flames of desire lapped at his balls with every deep plunge. <I>You are so good at this, fuck me harder.</I> The room echoed with the sounds of lovemaking, the slap of flesh on flesh.<br />
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“You are so fucking tight.” Arjun thrust deeper. “I’m going to ride you all night long.”<br />
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Arjun grasped his hips in his long fingers and changed the angle of his thrusts. With each delicious plunge, his hardness slid over his pleasure spot. When Arjun drove in and ground his hips, Rhy fell into erotic euphoria. With Mason deep in his mouth and Arjun riding him so hard, sizzling sensations grazed his nerve endings. <I>Oh, my God.</I> He shuddered. <I>Too fast, I’m going to explode again.</I> The room folded and he screamed a muffled release.<br />
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Arjun’s thick cock demanded more and he rode him like a man possessed driving in deeper with each hard shove. Rhy panted around Mason’s cock, his arms trembling with the effort to support him. Mason pulled back a little and he looked up at him.<br />
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“Am I hurting you?” Mason pushed the hair from his face.<br />
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Rhy shook his head and drew him deeper into his mouth. Mason closed his hands around his face and rocked his hips.<br />
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“I am going to fill your mouth. Drink me down.”<br />
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<I>Oh please, fill me both of you.</I> Rhy rocked back meeting Arjun’s thrusts.<br />
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“That’s right, push back.” Arjun began to increase his thrusts. “You are so fucking tight. Take all of me, every inch.” Arjun gave one more hard push and filled him with wet heat.<br />
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They came seconds apart, filling him. He swallowed Mason’s sticky treat and wished he could have come along with his lovers. <I>Maybe next time.</I> A trickle of sweat ran down his cheek and dripped off his chin. When Mason slipped from his mouth, he collapsed face first on the damp sheets.<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-80764671694035830022017-05-23T00:01:00.000-04:002017-05-23T00:01:05.389-04:00Making His Stand by Thianna Durston<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/33982977234/in/dateposted-public/" title="Making His Stand" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4179/33982977234_19310e1b7d.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Making His Stand"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Making His Stand</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Thianna Durston</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Elan Isle Book Two</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">James Kaden-Scott’s method of coping with fear is escape and when his father tries to force him to do something that could kill him, he takes a job on Elan Isle as their accountant. While he knows the town is kinky, he has no idea what that means. Until the day he arrives.<br />
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Alec Rowland has been in the BDSM lifestyle for seventeen years and loves it. For the first time in his life, he craves having a sub of his own. From the moment he meets James, he feels a pull toward him. When James asks him to teach him about kink, he’s thrilled.<br />
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Between having his eyes opened to the kink world and trying to find his footing on Elan Isle, James finds himself torn between the old him and the new. When his worst fears come calling, history says to run, but for the first time in his life, he has something… someone to fight for. But those fears are strong, and some of them are real. If he makes a misstep, he could lose everything. If that happens, running may be his only recourse.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Contemporary Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">M/M, BDSM, D/s, Spanking, Kink, Gay, GLBT</span><br />
Release Date: May 18, 2017<br />
Publisher: A Thia Thing</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
It was difficult to explain, but Zippo was the closest thing James had to what he thought family was. He loved James and expected nothing in return except cuddles, food, and walks. Nobody had ever loved him unconditionally before he found the little dog. The incongruity of it was that James always felt like he wasn’t doing enough in return. The thought of leaving him home alone all day made him freak out a bit. So Bronick’s dislike of dogs actually had been good for both James and Zippo.<br />
<br />
Alec took a piece of chicken and offered it to their resident canine. “It will be good for Zippo too. He’ll have people <i>ooh</I>ing and <i>ahh</I>ing over him all day long. So by the time the Faire hits, he’ll be used to having people around.”<br />
<br />
“Do the Faire people come up here?” James asked in surprise.<br />
<br />
“No. But the Faire’s just beyond those trees and sound does travel. Zippo’s going to hear the crowds and he’ll no doubt feel the energy. As will you,” Alec added as he took a sip of lemonade. <br />
<br />
James slowly chewed a bite of sandwich as he considered that. He’d been thinking all morning about Alec’s text about punishment protocols, especially the part on spanking. He was worried he might be a little strange as instead of horrifying him, the idea of having someone like Alec spank him had been kind of exciting. After swallowing, he asked, “Do most of the people on the island do punishment stuff?”<br />
<br />
“Some. BDSM is so varied that you can’t really group people into a category. For instance, Kendrick and Becca are in what we call a twenty-four/seven relationship. Their rules carry both in and out of the bedroom. David Walston and his wife Tayna are also in a twenty-four/seven relationship. But their dynamics are very different. David and Tayna are more ensconced on the discipline side and it’s pretty much one side of the line or the other. She breaks a rule and she’s going to get punished whether in private or publicly. They both know it and that’s the way it is. With Kendrick and Becca, discipline is mostly in private, I assume. They like to play and have fun and I’ve definitely seen a lot of funishment with them. But I’ve only ever seen her disciplined publicly twice and both were so subtle that if I didn’t know them, I wouldn’t have realized what was going on.”<br />
<br />
“Funishment?” James asked, noting another term he didn’t know.<br />
<br />
“Using punishment but in a fun way. For example, spanking can be erotic, disciplinary, or funishment. The spanking might hurt in funishment, but it’s more about having fun with it.”<br />
<br />
James crunched on a chip and leaned his elbows on the table. “I feel like I’m never going to catch up.”<br />
<br />
“You don’t have to,” Alec said firmly. “James, I’ve been in the lifestyle since I was eighteen. Kendrick started when he was eighteen or nineteen. Our knowledge is from years and years of experience. You know, when Ryan comes back, I think it might be a good idea for you to talk with him.”<br />
<br />
“Who’s Ryan?” James worried that perhaps he was Alec’s sub or something.<br />
<br />
“David’s son. Well, one of them. Ryan and Luke are twins. They’re identical in appearance but their personalities are completely different. Anyway, Ryan’s just beginning to learn the world. He spent fall term here, but went to winter term at school. It might be good for you to be around someone who’s still at the beginning.”<br />
<br />
That sounded promising. It would be nice to know he wasn’t the only one blundering through. “That’s a good idea. Do they teach this kind of thing around here?”<br />
<br />
“The township is so new that I don’t know if anyone’s brought it up, but that’s a good idea. Perhaps put out the feelers for anyone who wants to know more about the lifestyle. There are a lot of us who are experienced enough to teach. Even if it’s only once a month, in that one meeting, you could pick up a lot of information.”<br />
<br />
They chatted about the town and the Faire a little as they ate. James spotted Craig walk into the cafeteria and shrunk down a little. The guy was scary. His frown made James want to get under the table with Zippo.<br />
<br />
His concentration was so taken up by Craig that he never noticed Bronick until he passed by. His roommate froze next to the table and looked down. James followed his gaze and spotted Zippo wagging up at Bronick from the edge of the table.<br />
<br />
“This is where we eat,” Bronick said, jerking backward. “Get the mutt out of here.”<br />
<br />
Heat flooded into James’s face and he reached for Zippo and pulled him into his arms. “He’s not hurting anyone,” he said.<br />
<br />
“He—” Bronick began, but Alec interrupted.<br />
<br />
“Zippo is just as welcome here as you are. If you have a problem with it, bring it up to Kendrick. He gave his okay.”<br />
<br />
Bronick glowered at Alec and opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Craig walked up. <i>Oh shit. He’s going to kick us out.</I> James held Zippo a little closer and prepared to make a dash for the exit. <br />
<br />
“Is there a problem?” Craig asked in his cold voice, his entire body posture scaring the shit out of James.<br />
<br />
“Yeah,” Bronick said. “We’re here to eat and this <i>dog’s</I> in here.”<br />
<br />
Craig raised an eyebrow as he glanced at James and then back at Bronick. “How does having a dog in here stop you from eating? I think you should be aware that’s the new town mascot, so belittling him won’t help your case.”<br />
<br />
James’s mouth fell open when Craig winked at him. He glanced toward at Alec who looked like he was trying not to laugh.<br />
<br />
“Dogs aren’t allowed in restaurants.”<br />
<br />
“That’s one of those rules that can be bent,” Craig said slowly. “He’s not in the kitchen which would definitely be a no-no, and he’s sitting nicely in his owner’s arms. I fail to see the problem.” At that moment, Zippo leaned down and picked up a chicken piece from the plate and munched it. “Unless that was your piece of chicken, at which point I’m sure James will get you some more.” <br />
<br />
Alec lost his fight and burst out laughing. Bronick’s face turned red and he stomped off toward a table on the other end of the room.<br />
<br />
Craig shook his head. “If he gives you any more trouble, let me know.” He reached out, patted Zippo twice awkwardly on the head, and walked away.<br />
<br />
When Alec stopped laughing, he smiled at James. “See? Told you Craig’s bark was worse than his bite.”<br />
<br />
Zippo wagged his tail and turned his interest to the rest of James’s sandwich. James pulled out a piece of bacon and handed it to him. “Except for Bronick, everyone here seems to be really nice.”<br />
<br />
“Bronick isn’t a resident. He’s a workman,” Alec pointed out. “And don’t get the idea this place is some sort of idyllica. You’re going to meet people you don’t get along with. That’s life. But we all know what it’s like to live somewhere where we had to hide.”<br />
<br />
“Even you?” James asked, surprised. Alec had been in the lifestyle since college. Surely he hadn’t hid.<br />
<br />
“Most especially me. Twin Falls is a very conservative city in southern Idaho. The people there had no idea I was kinky as shit. Well, the local club did, but nobody on my block knew. It was safer that way. That I was gay my neighbors thought was shameful enough. I didn’t want to add to their ire by showing them my kinky side.”<br />
<br />
He could understand that. He’d only been there a few days and had already found himself interested in things he’d never considered before. As he tore of a little bit of crust and handed it to Zippo, who sniffed at it and ignored it, James asked, “What if I wanted to know more about BDSM? C-could you show me?” His entire body stilled as he waited for the answer. His heart beat pounded so loudly in his ears he wasn’t sure if he would hear the response when it came. Finally looked toward Alec. <br />
<br />
A soft smile lifted the corners of Alec’s lips. “I’d be honored to show you.” He paused and ate another bite of salad, offering his last piece of chicken to Zippo who gobbled it up happily. Alec lowered his voice and leaned in. “If you’re interested in losing that cherry, I can pop it, too.”<br />
<br />
Heat flooded James’s entire body. And not in embarrassment. He’d gone from nervous to turned on. “R-really?” he asked, his voice too breathy. “That would be great.” Yes. He wanted to officially lose his virginity. The thought of Alec fucking him made his skin tingle and his belly dance.<br />
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<tr> <td><center><b>Ye Olde<br />
Kinke Faire</B></center></td> <td><center><b>A Shifter,<br />
a Vampire<br />
& a Fae Walk<br />
into a Bar</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Sizzling<br />
Attraction</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Chemistry<br />
of Attraction</B></center></td> </tr>
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</tbody></table><table><tbody>
<tr> <td><center><b>Where They<br />
Both Belong</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Finding<br />
Their Bliss</B></center></td> <td><center><b>His Damsel<br />
in Distress</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Knowing What<br />
She Needs<br />
in Love in<br />
the Rockies</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Bane of<br />
My Existence</B></center></td> </tr>
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<tr> <td><center><b>Through the<br />
Library Door</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Eclipse of<br />
Her Heart</B></center></td> <td><center><b>A Holiday<br />
Duet</B></center></td> <td><center><b>A Holiday<br />
Beginning</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Don’t Mess<br />
with His Pack</B></center></td> </tr>
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</tbody></table><table><tbody>
<tr> <td><center><b>Of Mooning<br />
Santas and<br />
Penis Lights</B></center></td> <td><center><b>If You Can’t<br />
Take the Heat</B></center></td> <td><center><b>The Binds<br />
That Tie</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Discovery</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Delivered<br />
to Love</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/12/of-mooning-santas-and-penis-lights-by.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/602/30786293124_9cefc2beb1_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/10/if-you-cant-take-heat-by-thianna-durston.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5569/29762563704_fe8d360e61_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/09/the-binds-that-tie-by-thianna-durston.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/9/8528/29693576881_f6ea8142f7_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/09/discovery-by-thianna-durston.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5833/20569881564_aa7e56f5a6_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/12/959-brenton-streetdelivered-to-love-by.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5667/22810462773_8148328e98_m.jpg" height="150" width="103"></a></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><center><b>Breathe<br />
Each Other</B></center></td> <td><center><b>His Right<br />
Choice</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Becoming<br />
Rafe</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Finding<br />
His Home</B></center></td> <td><center><b>959<br />
Brenton Street</B></center></td> </tr>
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Family Man</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Took My<br />
Breath Away</B></center></td> <td><center><b>As Natural<br />
As Breathing</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Two Sides<br />
of the<br />
Same Coin</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Leland’s<br />
Final Gift</B></center></td> </tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Erzabet Bishop</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Demons in Darkness Book Two</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Hotter than Hell and eager for sin…</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Mallory is having a bad year, even for a succubus. Her adorable dog has transformed into the Devil himself, and she can't catch a date without someone dropping dead in her wake. <br />
<br />
Now a hot shifter detective is on Mallory's trail, and things are about to get dicey. Even a trip for a cut and curl can't ease her spirits. After Mallory rescues a dog in distress, her luck might finally be turning around. Sometimes the one you save saves you right back, and maybe that sexy investigator will turn out to be exactly what she needs as well. <br />
<br />
But someone from Mallory's past has a score to settle, and her hot new boyfriend may just end up on the menu.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>All that glitters could be murderous…</i></span> <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Detective Bryce Richardson is a werewolf on a mission. A murderer is stalking the city streets, and all signs point to one very gorgeous lady with a string of one-night stands and a growing pile of bodies. Watching her with her blind rescue dog tugs on his heartstrings, and he finds himself falling for his chief suspect, hook, line, and sinker. A true mate is hard to find and when his animal speaks, he's learned to listen. But can Bryce keep his head long enough to solve the murders, or will he be next in the killer's sights?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Detective, Succubus, Shifters, Demons, Werewolves, Vampires, Kink, BDSM</span><br />
Release Date: May 10, 2017<br />
Publisher:</span> <a href="http://www.etopiapress.com/brands/Erzabet-Bishop.html" target="_blank">Etopia Press</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
The little dog rested against Mallory’s chest. Exhausted from the events of the day, she carted her purse, the bottle of pills, bowls, a bag of kibble, her new prescription cards and the cans of wet food the vet seemed to think were must-haves all the way up the stairs to her second-floor apartment.<br />
<br />
The vet had woken them both up after about an hour to check the pup’s progress and then carted him away for a quick bath. The dog returned to her promptly, tail wagging, and they took off, the scorch marks still steaming from her credit card.<br />
<br />
Ouch.<br />
<br />
She could do this. Be the person the little guy needed. He didn’t have anyone else.<br />
<br />
Yeah. And that’s worked out so well for you in the past.<br />
<br />
She willed her internal voice to shut the hell up. Pets were different than men. And dogs were different than a goldfish. They told you when they were hungry. Or at least she thought they did.<br />
<br />
He’d slept peacefully on the seat next to her all the way home, and when she stopped, he barely perked up as she jostled him and the rest of her parcels to her front door. Finagling her keys, she kicked the door open with her foot and shut it unceremoniously with her mud-covered ass.<br />
<br />
“There.” She tossed the bags onto the kitchen counter and carried the little guy back with her to the bathroom.<br />
<br />
“Shower time, kiddo.”<br />
<br />
This was going to be weird. Mallory nibbled on her lip and pondered what to do with him while she was in the shower. Terrence wasn’t a problem. She knew what to expect from him, but this little, unnamed pup was something else entirely. The vet had also told her to make sure there was nothing that he could run into and hurt himself. After her shower, that was right up there on the list.<br />
<br />
She lowered the little dog down on the floor, towel and all, just inside the bathroom and hustled to the bedroom closet to divest herself of her clothes. She felt disgusting. Covered in mud and hair and God only knew what else, it was time to get clean.<br />
<br />
A yip sounded down the hall, and she hurriedly stripped. Dropping her clothes in the hamper, Mallory streaked back down the hall to the bathroom. The little dog had gotten up and started exploring, bumping into everything in sight.<br />
<br />
And why did she get the distinct scent of brimstone?<br />
<br />
Huh.<br />
<br />
Go figure.<br />
<br />
“Hey there, buddy. How you doing?” The little dog whined and made his way tentatively toward her. She scooped him up and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Well, hi there.” He gave her a look and nuzzled his head against her cheek, his little tail wagging.<br />
<br />
“What do you think I should I name you?” She really had no idea. The dog nosed her again and gave a snort. “What do you think of Doodle?”<br />
<br />
The dog made a little whining sound, and his eyes took on a distinct shade of red.<br />
<br />
“Well, I don’t hear you making any suggestions.”<br />
<br />
That explained a few things. Puppy in the street when Luc had told her to get her hair done. Only an idiot wouldn’t put two and two together. Her bestie had sent her a hellhound.<br />
<br />
Mallory grinned. She should have known he wouldn’t forget to make sure she was protected.<br />
<br />
Mallory reached over and shut the bathroom door. “You stay in here while I get cleaned up. Then we’ll feed you and talk about the rest, OK?”<br />
<br />
The little dog cocked his head and wrinkled his forehead as if he were trying to figure out what she was saying.<br />
<br />
“Here.” Mallory reached inside the bathroom closet and plucked out a large towel. She reached under the vanity and laid out the towel, bunching it up to be sort of like a dog bed.<br />
<br />
Then it hit her. She hadn’t gotten him a bed.<br />
<br />
“We’ll get you fixed up, sweetie. Don’t you worry about a thing.” But she knew getting a dog bed was probably going to be a futile endeavor. Terrence had slept with her every night, and part of her hoped the little guy would be similarly inclined. She’d never slept so well in her life as when she’d had his tiny warmth snuggled up next to her. Inviting the devil into your bed for night nights should have given her nightmares. As long as he was a cute little Chihuahua everything was fine. Luc was a gentleman.<br />
<br />
Speaking of Luc. She went back to her purse and snagged her phone, shooting him a pic of the dog.<br />
<br />
Your replacement. Traitor.<br />
<br />
Let him sink his teeth into that for a bit. Mallory grinned and went back to her shower preparations.<br />
<br />
“Why don’t you lay down here, honey?” She picked up the dog and deposited him in the towel bed. “Stay here.” She turned on the shower and jumped underneath the warm spray, letting the water take away the grime, grit, and mud from her day.<br />
<br />
Mallory should have known it was too quiet. Strawberry shampoo and lavender soap reinvigorated her, and as she stepped out onto the mat, she felt her toes sink into something warm and squishy. Then the smell hit her.<br />
<br />
“Ugh! Doodle!”<br />
<br />
The dog raised its head from the towel and snuggled in deeper.<br />
<br />
At least he was beginning to know his name.<br />
<br />
“You…you…ugh!” Mallory put her foot back in the shower, wrenching on the water and removing the sprayer from the showerhead above it. Squirting the unholy mess off of her foot, she soaped it and sprayed it again. “That was nasty.”<br />
<br />
Mallory emerged from the tub and cursed. She’d forgotten to grab a towel for herself from the bar across the room. Edging around the poop and dripping water everywhere, Mallory stepped onto the rug and carefully navigated her feet to avoid touching it again.<br />
<br />
How could such a huge pile of crap come out of such a small dog? Mallory curled her lip in disgust, and she looked at the dog with horrified wonder.<br />
<br />
She kicked the rug over and reached for a towel, trailing water across the floor.<br />
<br />
“Great.”<br />
<br />
Tucking the towel around her, she started to go for the soiled rug when the doorbell rang.<br />
~~~~~~<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-43948196582676459872017-05-14T00:01:00.000-04:002017-05-14T00:01:16.191-04:00When Darkness Whispers by Lisa Carlisle<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/33796971354/in/dateposted-public/" title="When Darkness Whispers" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4188/33796971354_f7f8016ae9.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="When Darkness Whispers"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>When Darkness Whispers</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Lisa Carlisle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Night Eagle Operations</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Some memories are better left forgotten…</i></span> <br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Haunted by an unclear past, biologically enhanced Marine, Eva Montreaux, can’t be distracted from her mission. With American servicemen being brutally murdered on the island of Okinawa, it’s more than priority. It’s critical. But when her investigation brings her face to face with Marcos Delacruz, it triggers memories. Ones she lost. Memories that somehow include him.<br />
<br />
Marcos Delacruz has tried to forget the woman who left him with nothing but empty promises. Even now, three years later, Eva doesn’t seem to express any guilt over breaking his heart. In truth, she seems to barely recognize him. This deployment has been challenging enough with too many restless spirits haunting the island. But when his own investigation forces him to cross paths with her once more, Marcos discovers there may be a deeper truth.<br />
<br />
With the number of murders climbing rapidly and the rising need to track the murderer across the tropical island, Eva struggles to reclaim what she lost. But the island holds darker elements–a serial killer. One that doesn’t appear to be human.<br />
<br />
Thrust into a world she can’t escape, Eva must discover a way to stop a murderer from destroying anyone else’s future, but how can she succeed if she can’t even remember what role Marcos played in her past?</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">When Darkness Whispers <i>is a unique blend of paranormal and military romance you won’t want to put down! If you like haunting mystery, spine-tingling suspense, and Japanese mythology, you’ll love </i>When Darkness Whispers<i>!</i></span> <br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Military, Shifters, Vampires, Gargoyles, Biologic Enhancement, Romantic Suspense, Mystery</span><br />
Release Date: May 11, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
“So how ‘bout a drink?” Hunter asked Eva. “We’ll catch up on our war stories.”<br />
<br />
Stories she’d forgotten. A time of war and deaths before the radical transformation. One that had required numerous waivers in a secret bunker outside of Quantico, Virginia.<br />
<br />
“Can’t. I’m working.”<br />
<br />
“Doing what?” He scanned her outfit—fitted black jeans, a black top, and boots. “You’re not in uniform.” <br />
<br />
She experienced a warmer reaction from locals when she dressed like a civilian, but she wasn’t about to explain her assignment to him.<br />
<br />
“It’s the Fourth of July,” Hunter added. “You should be celebrating, not working.” <br />
<br />
Independence Day celebrations back in the U.S. were big, but something about being an American in another country brought out a different kind of patriotism. Especially in troops deployed so far from the country they’d promised to defend.<br />
<br />
A tall man strode forward with Martinez. His broad stature stood out not only among the locals, but also the Marines around him. He fixed his gaze on her, making her brain sizzle. She couldn’t look away. His presence was palpable, and something about him was so familiar. She rubbed her fingers along her pants seam as she tried to remember. When the recognition hit her, she gasped, turning her head quickly in the hopes no one noticed. <br />
<br />
She’d dreamed about him. His face was blurry, but the eyes were unmistakable, matching the ones staring back at her now. Her cheeks flushed as mixed emotions surged for dominance—anxiety about who he was and how she knew him, fear of her mission being compromised, and most of all, an unexpected thrill at seeing a man in the flesh, that she’d dreamed about.<br />
<br />
Was he friend or foe? <br />
<br />
His pale green eyes contrasted against his caramel skin, an alluring combination. In her dreams, the green of his eyes changed colors according to his moods, like the shades of camouflage. She caught herself gaping at the Marine they called Gunny Delacruz when she noticed Hunter watching her, waiting for an answer. She raised her chin to project a sense of calm despite the chaos brewing inside.<br />
<br />
“I’ve got to get back to base,” she lied. “Have one for me, okay?”<br />
<br />
Hunter touched her shoulder in a protective manner. “You know, you shouldn’t be out here all alone.” He leaned in to whisper and she smelled the beer wafting off him, again. “There’s a killer out there. Targeting Americans. Probably some fuckstick playing God or Buddha or whatever they worship over here.”<br />
<br />
So much for the military keeping the situation hushed. They’d labeled the first two murders possible accidents, but after two more deaths, troops had asked more questions. The only thing the military had admitted was they were investigating suspicious deaths of Americans on Okinawa in cooperation with the Japanese authorities. Rumors spread quickly that there was a serial killer on the loose. <br />
<br />
“Don’t worry, I’m with another Marine.” Eva wriggled out of his hold. “She’ll be back in a sec.”<br />
<br />
Her gaze locked on the Gunny approaching as if in slow motion. He’d balled his hands into fists, but his face was stony—unreadable—spiking her already heightened anxiety. Her brain still sizzled searching for answers. Who was he? <br />
<br />
“Staff Sergeant Montreaux.” He’d dropped the r in sergeant in a distinct Bostonian accent. He nodded without smiling, his eyes still fixed on hers. “Small damn world.” His greeting revealed nothing, but his cold expression raised her guard. <br />
<br />
God, he smelled good. Her heightened sense of smell typically picked up bad odors, but his was a delicious mix of soap, aftershave, and male musk.<br />
<br />
“Especially in the Marine Corps,” she replied in an even tone. “How are you, Gunny Delacruz?”<br />
<br />
Hunter interrupted, “We’ll let you guys catch up.” <br />
<br />
He sported a knowing smile. She’d forgotten he was there while fixated on the Gunny. <br />
<br />
“Good to see you, Staff Sergeant,” he added.<br />
<br />
Martinez said, “See ya around.” <br />
<br />
Although distracted by her mission and her lost memories, she pushed a smile through.<br />
<br />
Once the others moved on, Gunny Delacruz unclenched his fists and ran one hand through his closely cropped hair. She interpreted his actions as a concerted effort to calm some kind of powerful emotion. <br />
<br />
“How long has it been—three years?” <br />
<br />
The flat tone indicated he knew exactly how long. “I think so.” She’d stick to small talk. Small talk was safe.<br />
<br />
He locked his eyes on her with unsettling scrutiny. “What have you been up to?”<br />
<br />
More flashes of a hurried exit out of the desert in a Black Hawk helicopter came back to her and flooded her with guilt. What had happened? She gazed at his face, matching the features to the blurry parts from her memory. He must have meant something to her to reappear in her dreams. People came and went all the time in the military. After living and working with someone for months if not years, they’d be shipped away. Maybe forgotten. It was one big dysfunctional family. But he’d left quite an impression on her subconscious.<br />
<br />
“Training,” she answered, staying under a broad umbrella. Even if she could tell him, he wouldn’t believe it. <br />
<br />
“For what?”<br />
<br />
Her mind blanked. For a tough-ass warrior, her legs were far too unsteady.<br />
<br />
<I>Remember the cover.</I><br />
<br />
She raised her chin and replied, “An engagement mission.” She’d served as part of a FET, or female engagement team, in Afghanistan, which had been part of the reason she’d been pulled onto this unique team in Okinawa. <I>Stick to the official mission. Change the subject quickly. Redirect to him.</I> “What about you, Gunny?”<br />
<br />
“Routine deployment. Ready to mobilize if there’s trouble in the Pacific.”<br />
<br />
Eva nodded slowly before answering, noting his reply was just as guarded. “There’s trouble everywhere these days, isn’t there?”<br />
<br />
Gunny Delacruz stared, saying nothing as if he could see everything she tried to hide. Her heart raced, but she refused to turn away. Those damn eyes affected her, sending heated sensations through her body. <br />
<br />
When her phone vibrated, she was relieved for the distraction. Eva seized the moment to regain her bearing. “Excuse me.”<br />
<br />
She walked out of earshot. “Corporal Radek.” <br />
<br />
“I’m here down near Shadow Row. Near Kadena Air Force Base.”<br />
<br />
“Yes, I know where it is,” Eva cut her off. The seedy area was notorious for prostitutes whispering to potential clients from decrepit buildings. “What’s going on?”<br />
<br />
“We were tracking signs of non-human activity here, things that a human investigation team would miss. And we found something.”<br />
<br />
“What?” <br />
<br />
“We traced the scent of blood down to another alley. Rather nasty. Needles and used condoms on the ground. The trail led us to a dumpster. We found a body in there.”<br />
<br />
“No.”<br />
<br />
“Appears to be an American. Military. Fresh blood. A recent kill.” <br />
<br />
<I>Not again.</I> “Male?”<br />
<br />
“Yes.”<br />
<br />
“How was he killed?”<br />
<br />
Radek paused. “The body isn’t intact.”<br />
<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
<br />
“Dismembered.”<br />
<br />
“You’re shitting me.”<br />
<br />
“I wish I was, Staff Sergeant. I don’t have a freakin’ clue what could do this.”<br />
<br />
“I’ll be right there.”<br />
<br />
A sense of urgency took over. She hung up the phone and searched for a taxi. Rushing to the main road, she flagged one down.<br />
<br />
“Where are you going, Eva?” Gunny Delacruz approached her. <br />
<br />
She froze momentarily. He addressed her by her first name. Whatever their relationship was, it had been close enough for a first name basis in the military. <br />
<br />
“I have to go,” she said, rushing over as a cab pulled over.<br />
<br />
“I thought we could get a drink.” His voice lowered an octave, to a deep rich tone. “Talk about what happened.”<br />
<br />
“Some other time.”<br />
<br />
“You’re just going to leave?” His voice took on an icy edge. He grabbed her wrist, and his guarded expression dropped. His eyes darkened, flashing anger. “Without any explanation about what happened?” <br />
<br />
She yanked her arm back. “Don’t touch me like that, Marcos,” she warned. A flash of surprise hit as she heard herself call him by his first name, which was quickly replaced by fury. Who the hell was he to grab her that way?<br />
<br />
Fire burned through her warning glare as she backed toward the cab. Her fury was mirrored in his stance—he balled his hands into fists and a vein throbbed in his neck. But he didn’t pursue her. She climbed in and heard him swear in what sounded like Portuguese as she slammed the door. Her heart raced from the unexpected interaction.<br />
<br />
<I>How did I know his name? And what am I supposed to explain?</I><br />
<br />
After telling the driver her destination, she took a deep breath to relax her muscles. It was the first time the killer had struck since she’d arrived in Okinawa over a week ago, and she had to stay sharp. Willing the cab to go faster, she leaned forward to glance at the speedometer as her leg began to twitch. <br />
<br />
When she turned back, Marcos had disappeared.<br />
<br />
Who the hell was he?<br />
<br />
She’d been content to leave memories of Afghanistan clouded, since wartime deployments were not the happiest of experiences. Something jarred in her mind, unleashing flashes of what she’d lost—which included him.<br />
<br />
Why had she forgotten them?<br />
~~~~~~<br />
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<td><center><B>Seth</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Knights<br>of Stone:<br>Mason</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Dark<br>Stranger</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>Rock Me<br>Tonight</b></center></td>
<td><center><B>Bloodlust<br>and Metal</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Betrayed:<br>A Ghost<br>Story</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Temptation<br>Returns</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>A Marine's<br>Proposal</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Pursued</B></center></td>
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-63428104605676200872017-05-07T00:01:00.000-04:002017-05-07T00:01:27.511-04:00The Great Road by Laurel Richards<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/34365117361/in/dateposted-public/" title="The Great Road" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4181/34365117361_8c31b41de1.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="The Great Road"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>The Great Road</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Laurel Richards</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">When Queen Adhira’s city is attacked and she’s captured by the winged sorcerer, Surtur Takkar, she calls to her twin brother for aid. <br />
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As Arnon sets out on the Great Road to reach his sister, he is accompanied by a Seer prince, a stable boy with more bravery than brawn, and a reluctant hero who is the only one who can defeat the sorcerer. <br />
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From warrior women to obnoxious tree-dwellers, they meet all sorts of friends and foes on their journey. <br />
<br />
Anything can happen on the open road, and loyalty and friendship are put to the test as they leave their homes behind to save the ones they love.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Fantasy<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Sorcerer, Psychic, Twins, War, Magic, Sword & Sorcery</span><br />
Release Date: April 15, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
Adhira felt helpless as she waited for Oderrick to send word. If only she could read his mind, then at least she would have known he was okay. When she heard the shouts of her personal guards, however, she knew it wasn’t a messenger who reached the palace first.<br />
<br />
“Get away from the window!” her mother cried as she raced into the room.<br />
<br />
“What?” Adhira quickly stepped back, though she knew no archer could shoot this high. Had this enemy developed some new sort of weapon? Was that how they had overrun the city so fast?<br />
<br />
Her mother caught her hand and started pulling her toward the door. “Something evil is coming. We have to hide.”<br />
<br />
She might have resisted if she hadn’t heard a whoosh of air outside, as if some giant bird of prey had just swooped down to land on a perch. Something filled the window—too dark to see, though she had the impression of leathery wings.<br />
<br />
Adhira fled with her mother toward her bedroom, which concealed a passage behind one of the tapestries. They’d hide in there until they could sneak safely away from the palace. Her mother closed and locked the door behind them as soon as they reached her bedroom. They hurried to the tapestry.<br />
<br />
The fabric was thick and hung to the floor. Adhira went in first at the edge, and her mother followed right beside her. The panel that served as the door swung inward without making a sound. They entered and were plunged into darkness just like the city below.<br />
<br />
Adhira reached out blindly with her hand and touched the cool stone wall. Her ragged breathing seemed to echo in the narrow passageway.<br />
<br />
“What was that thing?” she whispered to her mother.<br />
<br />
“There’s more than one,” her mother told her. “I caught glimpses of them out my window. Move quickly and carefully.”<br />
<br />
The <I>snick</I> of her bedroom lock was faint from here, but she recognized the sound. Whatever she’d seen in the window was looking for them.<br />
<br />
Adhira slid her toe forward, searching for the first step of the staircase that would lead them down and eventually out of the palace. She had never thought she’d have to use this passage and now cursed herself for not practicing navigating it in the dark. There were candles in here somewhere, but she had no time to light them.<br />
<br />
At last, she found the edge of the step. A nasty laugh—muffled by the closed panel—made her skin crawl. Then she heard the tapestry ripped from the wall, and the panel was thrown open hard enough it smacked against the stone.<br />
<br />
“Run!” her mother hissed.<br />
<br />
Adhira lurched forward, the wall beneath her palm her only guide. She had descended maybe three steps when her mother cried out and bumped past her. It wasn’t until Adhira heard the <I>thud</I> that followed that she realized her mother had fallen. She must have missed the first step.<br />
<br />
The commotion continued down the stairs for some distance before ending with a sickening crunch. A wail escaped Adhira as she hurried down the steps as fast as she dared. She stopped when she felt a fold of her mother’s dress beneath her toe. Kneeling down, she immediately started patting her hands over her mother to figure out how badly she was injured.<br />
<br />
“Mama?” She could already feel tears clogging her throat.<br />
<br />
One of her mother’s legs felt like it was at an odd angle, and her neck…. A sob escaped Adhira, but she hovered her palm over her mother’s mouth and nose to make sure. No breath stirred against her skin.<br />
<br />
“What a pity,” a deep voice said behind her.<br />
<br />
Adhira gasped. She leapt to her feet, but arms closed around her before she could run. She was dragged backward through the darkness.<br />
<br />
<I>“Arnon!”</I> All she could get out was her brother’s name before the fiend who had her did the impossible. He smothered the connection between her and her twin.<br />
~~~~~~<br />
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<td><center><B>The<br>Colony</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>In Her<br>Element</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Dragon<br>Tears</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>The Sand<br>Castle<br>Calamity</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The Clam<br>Festival<br>Murders</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The Fish<br>Fry Fiasco</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Liza Street</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Corona Pride Book Three</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Seeking sanctuary amidst a ragtag clan of shifters has never been so dangerous…or so fun.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Famous in the book-blogging world for her honestly hilarious romance reviews, mountain lion shapeshifter Nina Vidal detests the irony of her life—she makes a living off of analyzing happily-ever-afters, but her own HEA is sadly out of reach. To escape the heartache of staying in her pride and watching all her friends pair up, she seeks refuge in another clan of shifters, not caring that the grumpy alphahole, Jameson, doesn’t want her there.<br />
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Grizzly shifter Jameson Cooper has enough on his mind without worrying about the sexy lion girl who’s taking over his clan. He’s alpha of the Rock Creek Clan, and he’s still mourning the loss of his mate. But there’s something about Nina—she’s the one person who won’t tolerate his bossiness or his angst, and he finds himself drawn to her again and again. When it turns out that vampire trouble has followed her from the Corona Pride and Jameson’s clan wants to turn Nina away, Jameson must fight to keep her safe and close by his side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Content Warning: Although it is part of a series and best read in order, this shapeshifter novella stands alone and contains liberal usage of naughty language and sexytimes.</i></span> <br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Shifters, Vampires, Bears, Suspense</span><br />
Release Date: May 3, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
As she cranked the steering wheel of her old Chevy pickup to make it around curves in the mountain road, Nina thought about happily-ever-afters. The HEA, a fundamental aspect of any good romance novel, could be achieved through many methods and plot twists. There would be trouble before it happened, obviously, because nothing was satisfying about the two main characters hooking up and declaring their forevers if they didn’t have to <i>work</I> for it. Usually there was a big misunderstanding involved, or maybe the guy was an alphahole and did something unforgivable to the heroine. Then he’d have to grovel, which Nina, especially, liked reading about. Then, finally, they’d overcome whatever obstacles stood in their way and achieve their HEA and kiss into the sunset.<br />
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Bullshit.<br />
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It didn’t happen that way in real life. Nina had endured multiple obstacles in the way of the HEA she had been expecting with Rafe Corona. They’d hooked up once in high school, and when nothing came of it, she thought, <i>Okay, so this is a second chance romance</I>. Then he’d put her firmly in the friend-zone, and she thought, <i>Okay, it’s more of a friends-to-lovers plot.</I> <br />
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And <i>then</I> he’d started seeing someone else—his fated mate—and Nina had to admit defeat. She’d become the “other woman” in that story, and as the “other woman,” she didn’t get to find love. Nope, she’d been cast as an antagonist in her own love story, and hell if she was going to stick around and watch some other heroine take her place.<br />
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Which meant here she was, looking for somewhere to stay. For how long, she didn’t know—all she knew was that she couldn’t stay there in the Corona territory any longer. Nina was free and wild, and her alpha, Marlana, could suck a big one, because Nina wasn’t going to answer any of her texts.<br />
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As if someone out there could hear her thoughts, Nina’s phone chirped with a new text. She’d check it at the next gas station. <br />
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Nina was going to be in a shitload of trouble when she returned to the Corona Pride. <i>If</I> she returned to the Corona Pride.<br />
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As she rounded a curve in the highway, a gas station came into view. Dilapidated little roadside place, but it was tidy at least. Maybe the restroom wouldn’t suck. <br />
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She pulled up to one of the pumps and parked, checked her phone. Another message from Laura.<br />
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<i>Babe, please. Rethink this. You’re unprotected out there. Why not go on an Exchange?</I><br />
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Nina closed her eyes. She hated disappointing her big sister. Two years older than Nina, Laura had recently found her own HEA with fellow pride member Dristan Rhees. <br />
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Brother to Fraze Rhees…another mistake Nina had made in the past couple of weeks. She’d hooked up with him, trying to forget Rafe. Fraze hadn’t minded—he didn’t seem ready to settle down with anyone, anyway, so that was fine with Nina. But it wasn’t…right. Not right for her, anyway. She wanted to find her happily-ever-after, not use other guys to dull her heartache.<br />
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Nina’s phone chirped again.<br />
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Laura: <i>We don’t know another pride in Montana. This is dangerous. Where are you going to stay?</I><br />
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Nina smirked. She wasn’t even <i>in</I> Montana anymore. Crossing the state line into Idaho had felt good, like she’d really left everything behind. At the same time, she was tired of living out of her truck.<br />
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She closed the text app and opened the app that would bring up her blog. <i>Nina’s Romance Spectacular.</I> She had numerous comments she’d need to deal with tonight. Lately she’d been thinking of hiring a part-time assistant to help with the everyday business stuff. Now, though, she couldn’t afford it because she was depending on all her income to keep her afloat while she traveled. <br />
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She pumped fuel into her gas-guzzling Chevy, which she’d named Phil. She imagined she could hear Phil burp his satisfaction when she replaced the cap.<br />
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It was time to stop running. She needed to catch her breath and make some decisions. She’d find herself a nice little hotel or campsite and park it for a few days. She’d have to make sure wherever she was, there was wifi, so maybe a campsite was out. But a little cabin or hotel near town, wifi, and <i>solitude</I>. It would be great. <br />
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As she walked toward the little convenience store to pay, though, a strange scent came to her on the breeze. She sniffed again, trying not to be too obvious. The old man behind the counter was staring.<br />
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She sniffed once more. Something wild, something animal. Something <i>shifter</I>.<br />
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Bear.<br />
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Nina grinned to herself. Maybe this was what she needed—to hide out for a few days with some other shifters. If they had a place for her to stay, she’d pay rent and be around her own kind. <br />
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She marched into the convenience store. The scent of bear was stronger than ever.<br />
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As she picked out a candy bar and a bag of chips, she watched the old man’s nostrils flare. She stalked up to the counter, some dollar bills already in her hand. <br />
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“How’s it going?” she asked. Voice casual, innocent, as nonthreatening as possible.<br />
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His nostrils flared again. “That’ll be two fifty.”<br />
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She passed over the money. “How far is it to Idaho Falls?”<br />
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“Not far enough,” he grumbled. “Big city folk always passing through, disturbin’ the peace.”<br />
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“Wow, you’re grumpy,” she said. After looking around the service station to make sure they were alone, she leaned her elbows on the counter and said, “All right. Where’s the clan?” <br />
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He eyed her. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, kitty.”<br />
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“I know exactly what I’m getting into. I mean to stay for a few days. You can either tell me, or I’ll be hunting the clan down on my own. And I’m tired, mister.”<br />
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Against his will, it seemed, his mouth quirked up in a smile. “I’m tired, too. Tired of mouthy young things.”<br />
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She laughed. “Are you a rogue?”<br />
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His smile disappeared. “It suits me.”<br />
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“It would suit me, too.” But even as she said the words, she doubted them; it was as if she were trying out the statement.<br />
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He laughed, slapping his knee. “That’s a lie—you want a place to belong. We should all have a group of people to call our own, no matter how introverted our animals. Being a rogue can be dangerous, and it’s lonely to boot.” He sighed, spread his giant, wrinkled hands out on the counter, and seemed to make up his mind. “Fine, missy. The clan’s just down the highway a bit, then turn south on Osprey Road. Go for a ways and you’ll see a set of cabins in a little neighborhood. They call it the Ring of Fire. Don’t say who told you where to find them, though. I don’t need Jameson coming back here and beating my tail.”<br />
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She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll keep quiet.”<br />
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“And be careful. There’s at least a couple of bad apples in that barrel.”<br />
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Yearning</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Savage<br />
Loss</B></center></td> <td><center><b>The Sierra<br />
Pride Bundle</B></center></td> </tr>
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<tr> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Wanderer</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Heartbreaker</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Protector</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Player</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#one" title="Fierce Wanderer" target="_blank"><img src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/339/32012375625_b82dd1feb4_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Wanderer"></a></center></td> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#two" title="Fierce Heartbreaker" target="_blank"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/683/31863767392_8c2695fda9_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Heartbreaker"></a></center></td> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#three" title="Fierce Protector" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/534/31974111636_3790afdb00_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Protector"></a></center></td> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#four" title="Fierce Player" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/304/31171627244_38eaa8dce2_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Player"></a></center></td> </tr>
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<tr> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Dancer</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Informer</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Survivor</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Fierce<br />
Lover</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#five" title="Fierce Dancer" target="_blank"><img src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/6/5604/31171627674_97d259bf85_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Dancer"></a></center></td> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#six" title="Fierce Informer" target="_blank"><img src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/410/31171627354_9357040405_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Informer"></a></center></td> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#seven" title="Fierce Survivor" target="_blank"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/6/5605/31171627104_e3d7b16c67_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Survivor"></a></center></td> <td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#eight" title="Fierce Lover" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/599/31974111756_00737be124_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Lover"></a></center></td> </tr>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Nicholas Sansbury Smith</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Trackers Book Two</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Another harrowing story of survival in a post-apocalyptic world… The deadly hunt continues…</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Five days ago North Korea detonated three nuclear warheads over the United States, triggering an electromagnetic pulse that crippled the country. A second attack destroyed the nerve center of America in a nuclear blast that flattened the nation's capitol. As the government falls apart in the aftermath, the survivors must decide how far they will go to save the ones they love.<br />
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Police Chief Marcus Colton has struggled to maintain order in the isolated mountain town of Estes Park, Colorado, with the help of expert tracker Raven Spears and stranded pilot Major Nathan Sardetti. Together, they fought the evil terrorizing the town-but new threats are rising and old rivalries are coming to a head.<br />
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Charlize Montgomery, newly promoted to Secretary of Defense, is caught between loyalty to her country and love for her son, Ty. When the Marines sent to find Ty in Colorado discover a scene of unspeakable carnage, the straightforward rescue mission turns into a deadly chase as the hunters become the hunted.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Thriller<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">EMP, Military, SciFi, Suspense</span><br />
Release Date: May 4, 2017<br />
Publisher: High Caliber Press</span><br />
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Dr. Martha Kohler staggered down Highway 7, somewhere south of Rocky Mountain National Park, in a radiation suit she had constructed out of garbage bags. A pair of ski goggles and a scarf shielded her face, but she was all too aware that they wouldn’t be enough to block the radiation drizzling from the skies. <br />
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A nuclear blast had almost blinded her three nights ago, and the fireball had set fire to the surrounding forests. All around her were views of the apocalypse. Blackened evergreen trees swayed in the wind to the northeast, carrying the scent of burning pine needles. Flames engulfed an entire forest to the southwest, filling the sky with a wall of black smoke that choked out the sun. <br />
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When her car stalled out on the road, she’d been stranded. The National Guard soldiers had told her to stay put and wait for help. After two days, she decided to take action. Waiting meant dying. Running at least gave her a chance to reach help before it was too late. <br />
<br />
Martha’s heart had been firing out of control since she had left her car. As a doctor, she knew what irradiation did to a human body. She had done everything she could to keep the radioactive material off her skin, but there was little she could do to stop breathing it into her lungs. A flimsy cotton scarf was no replacement for a CBRN suit. <br />
<br />
The deep rattle of a cough rose in her throat. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet afternoon. She licked her cracked lips, desperate for a drink of water. A stream snaked along the left side of the road, but drinking the water would be a death sentence. <br />
<br />
She slogged along, searching for supplies or someone to help her. She hadn’t seen another living person for three hours. Before that, a man had run from her, screaming nonsense about an alien invasion. Delirium was another sign of radiation sickness. For now, Martha’s mind seemed whole—but if it wasn’t, would she even know? <br />
<br />
She’d seen plenty of bodies on the road over the past few days. Another victim lay ahead. The elderly man was on his back, hands twisted like a praying mantis. A second corpse, rigid from rigor mortis, lay a few feet from the man. The gray-haired woman was facing him, curled up in a fetal position. They had died within reach of one another. <br />
<br />
<I>At least they were together</I>, Martha thought. She’d lost her husband to a heart attack ten years ago. Regrets surfaced in her mind. They always found a way of coming to a head when disaster struck, things she would have said or done differently during their marriage. <br />
<br />
She sighed and pressed onward, even though stars were bursting before her vision. The journey was talking its toll, and she was only halfway to Denver. The soldiers had said to head that way to avoid radiation, but the bodies here told her she was still in the middle of the dead zone. <br />
<br />
Reaching out, she steadied herself on the side of a mini-van. Over the howl of the wind came a faint, scratchy sound like someone was trying to clear their throat. Something moved inside the van. Martha peered inside the back window. Two small figures were huddled together in the back seat. A body was slumped against the steering wheel, and judging by the pale, blistered skin on its exposed arm, the kids were probably orphans. <br />
<br />
She had been careful to avoid other people on the road. If anyone found out she possessed potassium iodide pills, which she carried in her medical bag, they would surely take them from her, maybe even hurt her to get them. But these kids weren’t going to hurt anyone, and she couldn’t just leave them here to die. <br />
<br />
She scanned the road again. There was motion down the highway to the east, directly under a bridge. Several clusters of bodies rested beneath the overpass. Loose clothing rippled in the wind, but there was no sign of anything or anyone alive that way. <br />
<br />
Satisfied, she opened the van door. The two kids reared back from her, their curly brown hair a disheveled mess. <br />
<br />
“Don’t hurt us,” the boy sniffled. <br />
<br />
Martha pulled down her scarf and pushed up her goggles so they could see her eyes. She could only imagine how terrifying she probably looked with the garbage bags covering most of her body. From a child’s eyes, she probably looked like an alien. <br />
<br />
She summoned the same calm voice she used with kids at the beginning of a pediatric visit. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m here to help.” <br />
<br />
“Can you help our papa?” the girl asked.<br />
<br />
“Your father is sleeping,” Martha lied. She pulled a piece of duct tape away from her waist and reached to retrieve the bottle of pills from her pocket. <br />
<br />
“I’m Doctor Martha Kohler, and I’m going to help you both feel better, okay?” <br />
<br />
They just stared back. <br />
<br />
“What are your names?” Martha asked. <br />
<br />
The girl started sobbing, tears streaking down her red skin. The boy scratched at a sore on his cheek. <br />
<br />
Martha unscrewed the lid and placed two pills in the palm of her glove. She managed a smile with her cracked, dry lips. “I want you two to take these. Okay? It will make you feel better.” <br />
<br />
“Papa said to never take candy from a stranger,” the boy said. He rubbed at his bloodshot eyes and then squinted at her like he was looking into the sun. <br />
<br />
“I’m a doctor, and this isn’t candy,” Martha said. “Didn’t your parents teach you to listen to doctors?” <br />
<br />
The girl sniffled and dragged her sleeve across her nose while the boy slowly nodded. <br />
<br />
“It’s okay, I promise,” Martha said, holding out the pills. “These will make you feel better.” <br />
<br />
“Do you have any water?” asked the girl. “I’m really thirsty.” <br />
<br />
Martha shook her head and held out her palm. She could see these kids had already been exposed to the radiation for a period of time. The pills helped block radioactive iodine from being absorbed by the thyroid gland, but they wouldn’t reverse what had already been absorbed. They needed water, and they needed protection from the radiation. She might be able to cut the tarp down and tape it around them, but it wasn’t an ideal solution. <br />
<br />
First, though, she needed to get the children to trust her. She leaned in and mustered up a warm smile. <br />
<br />
“How about we play a game?” she suggested. “Do you want to play a game?” <br />
<br />
The boy tilted his head, his blue eyes brightening slightly. <br />
<br />
“I do,” the girl said. <br />
<br />
“No, Emma. Papa said we have to stay here until help comes.” <br />
<br />
“I’m the help your father was talking about. Now, I know your name is Emma. What’s your name?” Martha said, looking at the boy. <br />
<br />
“Micah,” he said shyly. His eyes flitted to the front seat. “Papa isn’t sleeping, is he?” <br />
<br />
“I need you to take these pills,” she said, “and then we can play a game.” <br />
<br />
The boy and girl both reached out and plucked them from her glove. Doubtfully, they examined the pills and then swallowed them with difficulty. <br />
<br />
“Can I see that tarp?” Martha asked. “I need it to make you suits like mine to protect your skin.” <br />
<br />
Micah hesitated but then pulled the plastic away. A fetid stench rolled out, confirming her fears. The kids were already sick. The initial symptoms of radiation poisoning were vomiting and diarrhea. Dehydration wouldn’t help matters. She needed to get these children clean water and medical care immediately. <br />
<br />
“Come here,” she said, holding out her hand. <br />
<br />
Emma and Micah scooted across the back seat, and Martha helped them both onto the road. It took her several minutes to carve up the tarp with her multi-tool, but when she was done she had enough pieces to wrap the children in makeshift suits. <br />
<br />
“Hold up your arms,” Martha said.<br />
<br />
The kids did as ordered, and she taped the plastic around them. Emma shivered in the wind, gooseflesh prickling over her arms. <br />
<br />
“You ready?” Martha asked the kids. <br />
<br />
They both nodded. She grabbed them each by the hand and guided them toward the stalled vehicles. <br />
<br />
“Bye, Papa,” Emma said. <br />
<br />
Micah was silent, but he looked over his shoulder several times as they walked away. Martha had to gently tug his hand to keep him moving. <br />
<br />
“I’m sorry about your father, but he would want you to be safe,” she said. <br />
<br />
A sniffle sounded behind her. She wasn’t sure if it was Micah or Emma. <br />
<br />
If they started crying, they’d become even more dehydrated. Water wasn’t the only thing on her mind. She still needed to find a way to cover the children’s faces. She turned her attention to a Toyota Prius ahead, hurrying over with the kids in tow. A few of her friends drove Priuses, and all of them were the prepared type. <br />
<br />
“Stay right here,” she said. <br />
<br />
Micah and Emma remained at the bumper while Martha checked the front of the car. She opened the door and did a quick sweep of the dash and glove compartment. An empty bottle of raspberry tea was stuffed in the cup holder on the door. She climbed into the backseat and moved a blanket aside to reveal a pair of tennis shoes and a sweatshirt. There was a gym bag on the floor. She rifled through the contents and pulled out a nearly full water bottle. <br />
<br />
For a moment, she just stared at the bottle. Then a natural smile formed on her face for the first time in days. She opened the back door, anxious to show the children. Smoke drifted across the road to the west. She clutched the bottle against her chest. The forest fire was shifting, but it wasn’t the flames she was worried about—it was the smoke. She couldn’t see through the black cloud creeping up on them. <br />
<br />
Emma and Micah reached up for the bottle. <br />
<br />
“Don’t drink it all at once,” Martha said. <br />
<br />
Emma greedily gulped down the water anyway, a trail bleeding down her chin. <br />
<br />
“Not all at once,” Martha repeated. <br />
<br />
“Sorry,” Emma said. She handed it to her brother. He took several gulps and then handed it to Martha. She took a slow slug, licked her lips, and sealed the container. Then she placed it inside her suit, tucking it into her waistband. <br />
<br />
Martha guided them onward, clutching Emma and Micah’s hands in the shifting winds. There were more bodies crumpled on the other side of the bridge ahead. There was no way to shield the children from the corpses, but nothing could be worse than watching their father die of radiation poisoning. <br />
<br />
A faint whistling sounded over the gusting wind. It seemed to come and go as they walked. She listened for the sound again, catching it a moment later. Martha craned her neck to search for the source, but everything was shrouded in smoke. She turned back to the vehicles ahead. There were only two more before the bridge—a black sports car and a passenger van. <br />
<br />
Halfway to the car, the rusty rattle of a motor vehicle rang out, stopping her mid-stride. The noise grew louder, clinking and clanking, and the cough of an engine joined the din. She pivoted back to the cloud of smoke. To the northeast, an army of skeletal trees jutted out of the hills like candles on a chocolate birthday cake. The frontage road twisting through the area was clear, with no sign of movement down the dirt path. <br />
<br />
Was she hearing things? Was this the beginning of delirium? <br />
<br />
She glanced down at the children and asked, “Do you hear that sound?” <br />
<br />
They both nodded. “Sounds like a car,” Micah said. <br />
<br />
Martha turned around just as a pickup truck broke through the wall of smoke. Several men wearing green CBRN suits stood in the bed of the vehicle. They were the same type of suits the National Guard men had been wearing. <br />
<br />
Her instincts told her something was off. These men weren’t in a Humvee like those other soldiers. <br />
<br />
Martha pulled the kids toward the black sports car and ducked behind the bumper. The pickup truck weaved around stalled cars, the tires screeching. Whoever these guys were, they were in a hurry. <br />
<br />
“Are they going to help us?” Micah asked. He stood and looked around the car. <br />
<br />
Martha pulled gently on his arm. “Be quiet,” she whispered. <br />
<br />
The truck slowed, and Martha strained to hear their conversation over the clatter of the engine. <br />
<br />
“Where’d you see those people?” one of the men asked, his voice distorted by his mask. <br />
<br />
“Over there.” <br />
<br />
Martha peeked around the bumper. The truck had slowed to a crawl. She glanced back over at the kids and said, “Get under the car and don’t come out until I tell you. Okay?” <br />
<br />
The children stared back at her. <br />
<br />
“Come on,” Martha said. “Doctor’s orders.” <br />
<br />
She helped them crawl under the vehicle, and when they were safely hidden, she darted toward the van. <br />
<br />
“There!” shouted a voice. <br />
<br />
Martha halted and turned toward the pickup, praying her gut was wrong about these men. She held up her hands as the truck came to a stop. The passenger door opened and a soldier hopped out. The men in the bed angled assault rifles at Martha, forcing her throbbing heart into her throat. She squinted to see their features, but their faces were mostly obscured by their helmets. <br />
<br />
“Stay where you are,” one of the riflemen said. <br />
~~~~~~<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-82735213601043230472017-05-04T00:01:00.000-04:002017-05-04T00:01:01.715-04:00Wounded Love by Marianne Rice<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/34277663122/in/dateposted-public/" title="Wounded Love" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4160/34277663122_9bec419c20.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Wounded Love"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Wounded Love</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Marianne Rice</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Rocky Harbor Book Three</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>A wounded heart needs a love worth fighting for…</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Ten years ago, Ellie Fairfield left Rocky Harbor brokenhearted and pregnant…<br />
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Trying to take care of her son the best she can, the single mother returns to the town close to her heart to run a local inn. Ellie knows it will be tough moving back to Rocky Harbor, and that old memories will haunt her. But the last thing she expects to find on her doorstep is the man who abandoned her when she needed him the most.<br />
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Angry at the war, the world, and himself, Colton Riley’s homecoming isn’t a pleasant one…<br />
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Being medically discharged from the Marines is one of many disappointments Colton has suffered over the years. A decade ago, he lost a chunk of his heart when the love of his life betrayed him. A year ago he lost his leg. Now, half the man he once was, Colton tries to put back the pieces of his life by accepting a construction project at the local inn, but he didn’t count on finding Ellie standing on the front porch.<br />
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The more time they spend together, the more they realize the love they shared years ago hasn’t died…<br />
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Even though Ellie is still hurt and angry, she knows her heart belongs to Colton. It’s not easy letting go of the past, especially with the secret she’s hiding from everyone. But when an illness puts her little boy’s life in danger, she has no choice but to tell Colton the truth—a truth that threatens to destroy their love once and for all.<br />
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With a past spun together in a web of lies, will Colton and Ellie be able to mend their wounded love?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Contemporary Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Marine, Single Mom, Second Chances, Small Town, Military</span><br />
Release Date: May 2, 2017<br />
Publisher:</span> <a href="http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/authors/marianne-rice" target="_blank">Limitless Publishing</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
With the shed back in order, he did one last check of the lawn, making sure he didn’t leave any stray nails or scrap pieces of wood lying around. Telling Sadie to sit at the bottom of the steps, he let himself into the kitchen and called out for Ellie.<br />
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When she didn’t show, he went into the living room area and heard her at the top of the stairs. “How many for Thanksgiving weekend? Sure, I can reserve three rooms for you. I’ll need your credit card information.” Ellie jogged down the stairs, her phone between her shoulder and ear, and held up one finger to Colton so he’d wait for her while she took down the customer’s information at her little desk in the entryway. “I look forward to your arrival, Mr. Edwards.” She typed in a few more things on her laptop before looking up. “Thanks for waiting.”<br />
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“Sure. Just wanted to let you know it’s all done. You shouldn’t have to replace any trim for a solid fifteen, twenty years.”<br />
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“Thank you so much, Colton.” She stood and hugged him, similar to how Rachael thanked him, yet Ellie’s body felt very different. Not sisterly at all but soft and curvy and tempting. Pulling back abruptly, she blushed and sat back down again. “Give me a minute to write your check.”<br />
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Colton never felt awkward receiving his paycheck from Thomas Fairfield, but getting one from his daughter didn’t seem right. “Ellie,” he started. What? Tell her that he worked like a dog for the past few weeks for free? No, he needed the money and she hired him to do a job, it wasn’t like he was robbing her of anything.<br />
<br />
Yet Jake’s words at the gym the other day resonated with him. Ellie had been in financial trouble and while Colton wasn’t exactly rolling in the dough, he had a solid nest egg he’d saved while overseas and had checks coming in from the military. If what Jake said was true—and by the look of her car, the same Audi her father had given her for her seventeenth birthday, and the simple clothing she wore each day, it was—he couldn’t take from her. <br />
<br />
“Stop.”<br />
<br />
“What?” She handed him the check and stood. <br />
<br />
Colton looked down at the paper that could pay his monthly medical bill. But at what cost? Would Ellie be able to afford her son’s medical care if he took this money? <br />
<br />
“I can’t.” He pushed her hand away and raked his hands through his hair. “I can’t take money from you.”<br />
<br />
“I hired you, Colton. You’re not <I>taking</I> money from me.”<br />
<br />
“Consider it a favor. Among friends.”<br />
<br />
“That’s a pretty big favor.” Ellie crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow. She had the mother glare down pat. “What exactly do you expect in return?”<br />
<br />
“Nothing. Hence the word, <I>favor</I>.”<br />
<br />
“I don’t get it.” Her face softened again and he resisted the urge to cradle it in his hands.<br />
<br />
“Okay, maybe I’d like one thing in return.”<br />
<br />
“Like what?”<br />
<br />
“Dinner.”<br />
<br />
Ellie’s mouth grew into an enormous grin. “That’s not exactly fair to you. I’m a terrible cook.”<br />
<br />
“It’s not about the food.”<br />
<br />
“What then?”<br />
<br />
“The company.”<br />
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<td><center><B>Wilde<br>for You</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>False Start</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>False Hope</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>False<br>Impressions</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Elaina M. Roberts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Edgeworld Chronicles Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Created in a laboratory. Trained to be the perfect soldier. He has no name, no past, and no future. He is Subject 5691. One of thousands such experiments…and the only one who lived. Now he’s free.<br />
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Grokhaar Xandria is an edgeworlder: a native from a world hovering just outside Alliance control. He’s an independent trader, a rogue, a scavenger, and a smuggler who longs for someone to share the skies, his bed, and his heart .<br />
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In a desperate bid for freedom, the experiment forces his way onto the <span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Den’Lastrian Diamond</i></span> and into Grokhaar’s life. As they fight their way across the galaxies, Subject 5691 must carve out his own identity, escape from the scientists who created him, and discover if a genetically created being has the capacity for love.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Sci Fi Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">M/M, Soldier, Genetic Engineering, Space, GLBT</span><br />
Release Date: May 2, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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“I am not what you think I am, Grokhaar Xandria.”<br />
<br />
“No?” He slid his hands to twine their fingers together. Inching forward until their chests brushed with every breath, he nudged his knee between the male’s legs. “I think you’re everything and more, lad. You’re beautiful and maddening and sexy. Your skin is smooth as the finest satin. Your eyes draw me in until I could happily drown in their glow. I’m so hard right now it hurts, and I want to kiss you so bad I can barely think straight.”<br />
<br />
“Why?” The word was a whisper on a breeze. A breath of sound that stirred him in all the right places.<br />
<br />
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, do you?” He moved in closer and ran his lips over silky hair and down one smooth cheek. Cradling the male’s hand, he pulled it from the wall and pressed it over his pounding heart. The soft inhale encouraged him to be bold. He urged their hands lower, down his chest and over the ridges of his stomach, until he closed their fingers around his dick. He didn’t know who groaned loudest. “Fuck waiting.”<br />
<br />
He tried to keep the kiss gentle, to give the male a chance to turn away—Minost knows he tried—but his lips were so soft, so tempting. At the first spicy taste, his brain turned to mush and his libido took over. He nipped at the lush fullness of the plump bottom lip and then soothed the sting with his tongue. Each pointed fang called to him. Their sharp tips drew blood from his tongue and lips, blood he was happy to lose when it caused the male to gasp, to open to further plunder, to arch his lithe body against him.<br />
<br />
Grokhaar slid his hand down the lad’s arm to tangle in his hair. Tilting his head, he pulled him closer and deepened their kiss. Every centimeter of his mouth was a new discovery, a new treasure of taste and desire. The first tentative brushes of the lad’s tongue against his nearly caused his undoing.<br />
<br />
Tharking Azhell, he wanted this male, but not now and not like this. The boy deserved better than a quick fuck against a cold wall in the middle of the Between. He deserved hours of slow, thorough exploration. With his tongue. Groaning, Grokhaar lifted his head and rested it on the male’s shoulder. His pulse pounded in his ears as fast as a galloping oonta.<br />
<br />
“That,” he brushed his lips over the heated skin, “is what you do to me.”<br />
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Other titles by Elaina M. Roberts:<br />
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<td><center><B>Journey to<br>a Dream<br>Book 0</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The<br>Fox’s Mate</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The<br>Other Half</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Nia Farrell</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Replay Book Six</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Jannet MacDonald walked away from a career as a professional ballet dancer when her brother Micheil's first wife was killed and his daughter severely injured. Recognizing just how much she's sacrificed, Micheil and his bride treat her to a special music weekend at Replay BDSM theme resort, where patrons play in the past. A former friend from Juilliard will be performing Mozart on Saturday. The next night is a Scottish céilidh, with music for the Celtic soul. While she’s there, she plans to explore BDSM and learn what it takes to be a submissive.<br />
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Dominant Ian McGregor can’t believe it when he sees Jannet MacDonald waltzing in Replay’s Versailles Room. At her brother’s wedding, she let him think that she couldn’t dance. She might have shut him down that night, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about her. And now, she needs to pay the price for not telling him the truth.<br />
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Ian isn’t the only one she’s wronged. Replay staff psychiatrist Sir Josef wants to punish Jannet, too. When he was approving her for play, she detailed her history of eating disorders but failed to disclose her anxiety. At the céilidh, Ian proposes that they decide the matter like men did back in the day…with swords.<br />
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Jannet hopes that Ian will win the challenge, even if it means being disciplined. Once, he gave her the best sex of her life. This time, she’ll have to earn it—the hard way.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Erotic Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Dancer, BDSM, Historic Roleplay, Cosplay</span><br />
Release Date: May 2, 2017<br />
Publisher: Long Branch Books</span><br />
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Jannet was excited, thinking about the prospect of reconnecting with her former schoolmate and Aubrey’s teacher. Since moving here, her main conversations away from home were with the librarians when she took Alexis to bring back and check out books, and with the medical professionals that Alexis saw, including Eleanor Benoit St. Leger for her flashbacks and nightmares. Other than her sister-in-law, she hadn’t really developed any friendships. <br />
<br />
“Thank you, Sir Josef,” she told him sincerely. “I look forward to it. I’ve heard that your home is lovely.” <br />
<br />
“It is,” he admitted. “We recently added onto the back. Enclosed the pool with a stunning solarium. It was designed by the same architect who built your brother’s home. I was very happy that he agreed to do my much-smaller project.” <br />
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<I>Ian McGregor. </I> <br />
<br />
Jannet felt her face grow flush, remembering him from her brother’s wedding. She’d never met him until they were a paired bridesmaid and groomsman. Seated next to each other at the reception, she’d had all night to study him, even when her anxiety had kicked in and made it difficult to talk. <br />
<br />
He was handsome. Charming. Blessed with a squared jaw and dimpled cheeks, he had long brown hair and warm hazel eyes that missed nothing. He was observant enough to not press her to dance, and considerate enough to stay with her when he could have partnered any number of women there. <br />
<br />
She hadn’t missed the looks thrown his way. Unless she was very much mistaken, when he spent a night alone, it was by choice. <br />
<br />
Unlike her. <br />
<br />
“And there he is.” Sir Josef pointed to a group of men—all Dominants, from the looks of them. <br />
<br />
One of them was Ian McGregor. <br />
<br />
He was looking at her. <br />
<br />
<I>Why? What was he thinking? </I> <br />
<br />
“Come,” Sir Josef coaxed, breaking her from her reverie. “Dance with me.” <br />
<br />
Jannet bit her lip. At the wedding reception, she’d led Ian to think that she couldn’t dance rather than let him know that she was too nervous to trust herself on the floor with him. He was a Dominant, like her brothers. With her submissive nature and the aura that Ian emanated, her knees had been jelly. <br />
<br />
Ever the astute observer, Sir Josef noticed her discomfiture and pressed her gently. “Tell me,” he murmured. “Why the hesitation?” <br />
<br />
Rather than confess what she’d done, she shook herself, turned to face him, pasted on a smile, and lifted her arms for the waltz. <br />
<br />
Thankfully, Sir Josef didn’t demand more than her willingness to partner him. He turned out to be a decent dancer—at least for the waltz. She followed his lead, gliding across the floor, welcoming the familiar response that came with their movements. It wasn’t ballet, but it was dance. It was enough for now. <br />
<br />
The song ended. Mr. Vashon leaned over to whisper in Aubrey’s ear, and she started another waltz. <br />
<br />
Intending to rejoin the rest of those listening, Jannet turned and found her way blocked by a wall of velvet-clad muscle, dressed in period finery. Ian McGregor caught her right hand in his left and stretched their arms out to the side. Sliding his other hand around her waist, he pulled her closer to him than was necessary. Or maybe it was. There was no way that she could slip free, not without making a scene. <br />
<br />
Then again, why would she, when she’d dreamt of being in his arms and she was finally here? <br />
<br />
Sir Josef was an adequate partner. Ian commanded the dance floor. Commanded her. He led her through increasingly difficult waltz steps, demanding her submission, bending her to his will. Dipping her low, he pulled her upright and guided her through a sequence that had her craving more.<br />
<br />
More dance. More dominance. More Ian McGregor. <br />
<br />
She was so screwed. <br />
<br />
“Thank you,” she managed when the music and their movements had stopped. <br />
<br />
Lowering their arms, he released her hand and placed both of his on her waist. Just the feel of him sent delicious shivers rippling through her. And his smell…tantalizingly, utterly masculine and oh, so tempting. <br />
<br />
“You,” he rumbled, “have been a bad girl. Do you know what happens to bad girls?” <br />
<br />
She did. God, she did. Her mind was alive with decadent possibilities. <br />
<br />
“What, Sir?” she whispered, careful to keep her gaze on his clean-shaven chin. <br />
<br />
In one swift move, he fisted her unpowdered hair and pulled back her ginger head, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Spanking, to start.” His hazel eyes narrowed slightly. “Paddled. Stripped. Bound. Flogged,” he said, “and fucked. You’ve got the first five coming. The last, you’ll have to earn. What say you, eilidh?” <br />
<br />
Eilidh. Red doe. Hearing the pet name in her native Scots Gaelic made her even wetter than she was. <br />
<br />
“Yes, Sir,” she managed. “Thank you, Sir.” <br />
<br />
“Good girl.” Bending down, he bit her ear, then whispered into it. “When the music ends, your backside is mine.” <br />
<br />
Oh, God. <br />
<br />
Her body threatened to pool at his feet when he let her go. Nodding, Ian headed over to talk to Sir Piers and his wife Eleanor, nearly five months along and clearly showing. Somehow Jannet managed to make it to a chair and sink down onto it. As much as she enjoyed hearing Aubrey Wolfe play, she couldn’t wait for the performance to end. <br />
<br />
This close. She was this close to learning what submission would entail. What a Dominant would demand. <I>Just how much she could take.</I><br />
<br />
She’d been nervous about submitting to a virtual stranger. Sir Piers had a reputation for pairing partners, but still. This was her first time here—or anywhere. It was her first experience, and Ian appeared well-versed in the lifestyle. He could have easily chosen another play partner, versed in protocol and trained to please. She did not want to disappoint. <br />
<br />
Forty-five minutes later, Aubrey finished and rose to a round of enthusiastic applause. Sir Josef kissed her, then took Mr. Vashon by the neck and pulled him close for an equally passionate kiss.<br />
<br />
Ah. <br />
<br />
“Ready?” A familiar baritone voice sounded behind her. <br />
<br />
“Yes, Sir.” She was, and so was everyone else. The BDSM scene had begun before the last note ended. <br />
<br />
“Your choice,” he said. “Here in public, in a private playroom, or in your suite.” <br />
<br />
“Playroom,” she answered. She wasn’t ready for an audience, and it was a little too soon to invite Ian to her room. If things didn’t work out, she would need neutral space, free of his scent and any physical reminders of what happened between them. <br />
<br />
“Come.” <br />
<br />
Rounding her chair, Ian held out his hand and helped her from it. Maintaining his hold, he led her away from the scene that continued to unfold around them. As much as she was tempted to ask, Jannet knew better than to beg him to stay. There was always tomorrow, she reminded herself. An outdoor venue with pipes, drums, and kilts seemed a perfect setting for a newcomer to observe the action and satisfy at least some of her curiosity.<br />
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Other titles by Nia Farrell and her alter ego, Erinn Ellender Quinn:<br />
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Raid</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Triple<br />
Play</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Honour<br />
Bound</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Hooked</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Night<br />
Music</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Replay-Book-1-Viking-Raid-ebook/dp/B01H5RDUCA?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5608/31753532161_fcae81fe58_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Replay-Book-2-Triple-Play-ebook/dp/B01KGUPRCY?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/511/31497265060_2722536547_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/12/honour-bound-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/1/758/31700972482_531cf56fe4_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/hooked-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/541/31222736363_103d4a4e37_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/03/night-music-by-nia-farrell.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3914/33192963855_d7301f01b1_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> </tr>
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<tr> <td><center><b>As Wicked<br />
as You Want</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Pride &<br />
Punishment</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Something<br />
More</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/As-Wicked-You-Want-Forever-ebook/dp/B01ICAW8LI?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/635/31497265480_21a3c6f3c8_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Pride-Punishment-Retelling-Austens-Beloved-ebook/dp/B01FJ612HY?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c4.staticflickr.com/1/514/31753532691_292d0598bf_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Something-More-Three-Graces-Book-ebook/dp/B016OULX8C?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/433/31753531881_f6f39651a7_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> </tr>
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<tr> <td><center><b>Dare<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Reap<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Touch<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> <td><center><b>Ride<br />
the Wind</B></center></td> </tr>
<tr> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/04/dare-wind-by-erinn-ellender-quinn.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3791/33757972726_37f541bb70_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/02/reap-wind-by-erinn-ellender-quinn.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/724/31858370263_daf117ea39_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/12/touch-wind-by-erinn-ellender-quinn.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/571/31870974861_b53e227f0b_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> <td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Ride-Wind-Touch-Book-Two-ebook/dp/B01LX6ZVBS?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c6.staticflickr.com/1/428/31987710685_a8a3024202_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td> </tr>
</tbody></table>Find Nia Farrell and her alter ego, Erinn Ellender Quinn, at:<br />
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Be on the lookout for Nia Farrell's future release(s): <b><i>Wing Men</i></b> coming July 2017 and <b><i>The Dark Side</i></b> coming Oct 2017<br />
Be on the lookout for Erinn Ellender Quinn's future release(s): <b><i>Chase the Wind</i></b> coming June 2017 and <b><i>Catch the Wind</i></b> coming Nov 2017<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Heather McGovern</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Honeywilde Romance Book Three</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Nestled in the lush green mountains of North Carolina, the Honeywilde Inn will be a romantic’s dream getaway, if only the Bradley siblings can keep it running. It will take a combination of hard work, good luck, and the kind of love that dreams are made of...</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Sophie Bradley can always count on Wright. He's not just her brother’s best friend, he's practically part of the family. His honesty and willingness to listen are a constant comfort, and his culinary skills are a huge selling point for the inn. But when a casual moment in the kitchen turns electric, an impulsive kiss leaves her weak in the knees—a kiss Wright dismisses as “temporary insanity” and insists will never happen again.<br />
<br />
How could he have done it? Wright feels like a big enough jerk, disappointing his parents with his career choices—plus he's secretly entertaining job offers from restaurants coast-to-coast. He's betraying everyone. . . and now he's kissed <span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>his best friend's sister</i></span>. The only option is to hit the brakes, hard. But once Sophie's been kissed, she can't be unkissed, and as things start falling apart around him, Wright wonders if a momentary lapse might be the beginning of something extraordinary.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Contemporary Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Chef, Foodie, Small Town, Humor, Romantic Comedy</span><br />
Release Date: April 25, 2017<br />
Publisher:</span> <a href="http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/author.aspx/31762" target="_blank">Lyrical Shine</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
“Soph. I want to be with you. Trust me, I know. I’ve had my whole life to figure it out. Nothing worth having is ever easy. We’ll manage.” <br />
<br />
She moved the tiniest bit closer to him. “I was so mad at you after you kissed me in the kitchen that night. But being mad and not talking to you for weeks, hurt. Now I’m glad you kissed me and caused us to fight, and everything else. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here.”<br />
<br />
“Wasn’t easy, but worth it.” He tapped his glass against hers. <br />
<br />
With a quick glance around, she counted five Chamber members still loitering upstairs and her entire family gone downstairs, where the music had already started. <br />
<br />
She faced Wright, and the knowing look in his eyes unfurled a ribbon of heat that tickled her core. <br />
<br />
“Come here and let me kiss you,” he whispered. <br />
<br />
Sophie went to him, eager for the day they could do this whenever and wherever. There would soon be a day when she was able to say, out loud, that she and Wright were together and know, in her heart, that he’d never leave her. <br />
<br />
Wright kissed her, soft and seeking, gentle pulls at her lips as he slid his arm around her waist. <br />
<br />
They kissed until there was no space between them, heating up until she shivered…<br />
~~~~~~<br />
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Other titles by Heather McGovern:<br />
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<td><center><b>A Moment<br>of Bliss</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>A Date<br>with Desire</B></center></td>
</tr><tr>
<td><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/08/a-moment-of-bliss-by-heather-mcgovern.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c3.staticflickr.com/9/8351/28811053210_32ea194c41_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td>
<td><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/12/a-date-with-desire-by-heather-mcgovern.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/394/30981609913_8f9909e724_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td>
</tr></tbody></table>Find Heather McGovern at:<br />
<a href="http://www.heathermcgovernnovels.com" target="_blank">www.HeatherMcgovernNovels.com</a><br />
<a href="https://twitter.com/HeatherMcGovern" target="_blank">Twitter: @HeatherMcGovern</a><br />
<a href="http://www.badgirlzwrite.com" target="_blank">www.BadGirlzWrite.com</a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Heather.McGovern.Novels" target="_blank">Heather McGovern Facebook page</a><br />
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9834451.Heather_McGovern" target="_blank">Heather McGovern Goodreads author page</a><br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Heather-McGovern/e/B00PEEMJV0?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank">Heather McGovern Amazon author page</a><br />
<a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/search/label/Heather McGovern">More Heather McGovern on Cover Reveals</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Liza Street</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Corona Pride Book Two</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Resisting desire is futile in the Corona Mountains.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Elementary school principal Brigitte Mayfair has worked hard to keep herself cool, professional, and detached after the scandal she left behind in Michigan. But when she’s abducted from campus and released three days later with no memory of her captivity, she feels anything but cool and professional. Especially when a drop-dead gorgeous rescuer begins to rekindle her buried passions.<br />
<br />
Mountain lion shapeshifter Rafe Corona hasn’t been serious about a woman…ever. He’s purposefully kept his distance from all potential mates, believing that he doesn’t deserve happiness. Something about Brigitte calls to him, though. He must overcome the danger that threatens to keep them apart and find the passion hidden within them both, or risk losing her forever.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Shifters, Vampires, Suspense, Mountain Lion</span><br />
Release Date: April 5, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
Brigitte heard approaching footsteps on the walkway outside her apartment. She clenched the Maglite tight. When the footsteps didn’t continue past her door, when they, in fact, slowed and stopped right outside her door, she raised the flashlight, ready to swing it down on the head of whoever thought to break in and come after her.<br />
<br />
She jumped when the knock came, and nearly dropped the flashlight.<br />
<br />
“Brigitte? Are you okay?”<br />
<br />
The voice was vaguely familiar. Masculine. She wished her door had a peephole; she’d asked the apartment manager to install them but it hadn’t happened yet. So she opened the door, keeping her Maglite at the ready.<br />
<br />
It was the CMR guy—Rafe. His brown eyes were friendly, not a hint of darkness in them, not a hint of secrets. In his arms he held a canvas bag. <br />
<br />
He’d promised her a date, that day in the woods, but she had given up, thinking perhaps he hadn’t meant it when there was no call or anything.<br />
<br />
“I know this is presumptuous,” he said, “but I promised you a date, and I figured maybe you could use a friend? I brought popcorn and some DVDs. My brother told me not to be a prick and to bring a few different genres—that not all women like the same thing.”<br />
<br />
“Taking dating advice from your brother?”<br />
<br />
“Well,” he said, and his tanned face got a little darker, “I don’t have a lot of dating experience.”<br />
<br />
A hottie like him? Brigitte was surprised. He looked like the love ’em and leave ’em type of guy, with his panty-melting smile and honed physique.<br />
<br />
“So can I?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Can you?”<br />
<br />
“Can I come in? Watch a movie with you, eat some popcorn?”<br />
<br />
“Oh! Oh, um…” She paused, considering. Let a near-stranger into her apartment. Just because he was hot and carried popcorn. He’d helped rescue her, though. <br />
<br />
She looked down at her clothes. Her ratty college sweatshirt had seen better days, and the yoga pants she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination—they hadn’t been made for entertaining. As far as everything else, well, her hair was stuck to the top of her head in a messy bun, and she wore no makeup. She looked far from the polished, respectable version of herself she was trying to present to the world.<br />
<br />
Rafe’s face remained hopeful, his smile frozen despite how awkward the moment was growing.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, her neighbor, Bob Kanely, opened his door and stuck his head out into the walkway. “For fudge’s sake, Brigitte, let the poor boy inside. You give a shout if he acts untoward and I’ll sic Clapton on him.”<br />
<br />
Clapton was Mr. Kanely’s parakeet. Brigitte couldn’t help it—she started to laugh. “Fine, fine. I’ll let him in. Thanks, Mr. Kanely.”<br />
<br />
“For fudge’s sake, call me Bob,” Mr. Kanely said, but he went back inside his apartment and closed his door.<br />
<br />
Rafe raised his eyebrows as Brigitte gestured him inside. “This doesn’t have to be a date, you know. We can just be friends.”<br />
<br />
Brigitte nodded. “I could use a friend.”<br />
<br />
“Then let’s do this.” <br />
~~~~~~<br />
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Other titles by Liza Street:<br />
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<td><center><B>Savage<br>Yearning</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>The Sierra<br>Pride Bundle</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/03/savage-yearning-by-liza-street.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3932/32502307054_b09e769575_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td>
<td><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sierra-Pride-Complete-Liza-Street-ebook/dp/B06VY95NB9?_encoding=UTF8&tag=covereve-20" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/4/3899/33189726482_cfe2082494_m.jpg" height="170" width="113"></a></td>
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<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Wanderer</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Heartbreaker</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Protector</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Player</B></center></td>
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<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#one" title="Fierce Wanderer" target="_blank"><img src="https://c2.staticflickr.com/1/339/32012375625_b82dd1feb4_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Wanderer"></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#two" title="Fierce Heartbreaker" target="_blank"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/683/31863767392_8c2695fda9_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Heartbreaker"></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/sierra-pride-series-by-liza-street.html#three" title="Fierce Protector" target="_blank"><img src="https://c5.staticflickr.com/1/534/31974111636_3790afdb00_m.jpg" height="170" width="113" alt="Fierce Protector"></a></center></td>
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<td><center><b>Fierce<br>Dancer</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Lisa Renee Jones</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">White Lies Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">There are those moments in life that are provocative in their very existences, that embed in our minds forever, and sometimes our very souls. They change us, mold us, maybe even save save us. But some are darker, dangerous. If we allow them to, they control us. Seduce us. Quite possibly even destroy us. <br />
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The moment I walked into Sonoma’s Reid Winter Winery and Vineyard and made eye contact with Faith Winter for the first time was one of those moments. Provocative because I know at least one of her secrets, of which, I suspect she has many. Provocative because she believes I was a stranger to her when we met, but I am not. Provocative because I sought her out, with no intention of touching her. But now I have. Now I want her. Now I have to have her. But that changes nothing. It doesn’t change why I came for her.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Contemporary Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Romantic Suspense</span><br />
Release Date: April 18, 2017<br />
Publisher: Julie Patra Publishing</span><br />
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There are those moments in life that are provocative in their very existences, that embed in our minds forever, and sometimes our very souls. They change us, mold us, maybe even save us. But some are darker, <I>dangerous</I>. If we allow them to, they control us. <I>Seduce us.</I> Quite possibly even destroy us.<br />
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The moment I stepped into the mansion that is the centerpiece of the Reid Winter Vineyards and Winery wasn’t one of those moments. Nor were any of the moments I spent weaving through a crowd of suits and dresses cluttering the circle that is the grand foyer of the 1800’s mansion, fancy tiles etched with vines beneath my feet. Nor the ones spent declining three different waiters offering me glasses of various wines from one of the most established vineyards in Sonoma, meant to entice me to buy their bottles and donate money to the charity hosting the gathering. Not even the instant that I spotted the stunning blonde in a snug black dress that hugged her many lush curves proved to be one of those moments, but I would call it a damn interesting one. The moment I decided the blonde silk of her long hair belonged in my hands and on my stomach was also a damn interesting one. And not because she’s fuckable. There are plenty of fuckable women in my life, a number of whom understand that I enjoy demands for pleasure, which I will definitely provide, and nothing more. This woman is too prim and proper to ever agree to such an arrangement, and yet, knowing this, as she and her heart-shaped backside disappear into the congestion of bodies, I find myself pursuing her, looking for more than an interesting moment. I want that provocative one. <br />
<br />
I follow her path formed by huddles of two, three, or more people, left and right, to clear a portion of the crowd, scanning to find my beauty standing several feet away, her back to me, with two men in blue suits in front of her. And while they might appear to blend with the rest of the suits in the room, they hold themselves like the parasites I meet too often in the courtroom, those who most often call themselves my opposing counsel. My blonde beauty folds her arms in front of her chest, her spine stiff, and if I read her right–and I read most people right–I am certain that she’s found trouble. But lucky for her, trouble doesn’t like me near as much as I like it. <br />
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Closing the space between me and them, I near their little triangle just in time to hear her say, “Are we really doing this here and now?”<br />
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“Yes, Ms. Winter,” one of the men replies. “We are.”<br />
<br />
“Actually,” I say, stepping to <I>Ms. Winter’s</I> side, her floral scent almost as sweet as the challenge of conquering her opponents that are now mine, “we are <I>not</I> doing this here or now.” <br />
<br />
All attention shifts to me, Ms. Winter giving me a sharp stare that I feel rather than see, my focus remaining on the men I want to leave, not the woman I want to make come. “And you would be who?” the suit directly in front of me demands. <br />
<br />
I size him up as barely out of his twenty-something diapers, without experience, the glint in his eye telling me he doesn’t realize that flaw, which makes him about as smooth as a six-dollar glass of wine everyone in this place would spit the fuck out. A point driven home by the fact that he’s wearing a three hundred-dollar Italian silk tie, and a hundred-dollar suit, no doubt hoping the tie makes the suit look expensive, and him important. He’s wrong. <br />
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<br />
<br />
“I said, who are you?” he repeats when I apparently haven’t replied quickly enough, his impatience becoming my virtue as my role as cat in this game of cat and mouse is too easily established. <br />
<br />
Unwilling to waste words on a predictable, expected question that I’d never ask, I simply reach into the pocket of my three-thousand-dollar light gray suit, which I earned by beating opponents with ten times his experience and negotiation skills, and finger the unimportant prick my card. <br />
<br />
He snaps it from my hand, gives it a look that confirms my name and the firm I started several years ago after leaving a partnership in my father’s high-powered and well-known firm. Both are known to most in this state, and to many beyond. I watch him study the card, the white ring around his lips telling me nerves are driving his slow response, and not necessarily because I’m ex-football player big and broad. Or even because my long dark hair I tie at my nape, paired with my perpetual stubble, don’t fit the expected. It’s more about the heartless bastard that glints fearless in my eyes. <br />
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When he finally fucking looks at me, he asks, “Nick Rogers?” <br />
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“Is there another name on the card?” I ask, because, I’m also a fearless smartass every chance I get. <br />
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He stares at me for several beats, seeming to calculate his words, before asking, “How many Mr. Rogers sweater jokes do you get?” <br />
<br />
I arch a brow at the misguided joke that only serves to poke the Tiger. Suit Number Two, who I age closer to my thirty-six years, pales visibly, then snatches the card from the other man’s hand, giving it a quick inspection before his gaze then jerks to mine. “<I>The</I> Nick Rogers?”<br />
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“I don’t remember my parents putting the word ‘the’ in front of my name,” I reply dryly. <br />
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“Tiger,” he says, and it’s not a question, but rather a statement of “oh shit” fact. <br />
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“That’s right,” I say, enjoying the fruits of my labor that created the nickname, not one given to me by my friends. <br />
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“Who, or what, the fuck is <I>Tiger</I> all about?” Suit Number One asks. <br />
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“Shut up,” Suit Number Two grunts, refocusing on me to ask, “You’re representing Ms. Winter?” <br />
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“What I am,” I say, “is standing right here by her side, telling you that it’s in your best interests to leave.” <br />
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“Since when do you handle small-time foreclosures?” he demands, exposing the crux of Ms. Winter’s situation. <br />
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“I handle whatever the <I>fuck</I> I want to handle,” I say, my tone even, my lips curving as I add, “Including the process of having you both escorted off the property by security.”<br />
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“That,” Suit Number One dares to retort, “would garner Ms. Winter unwanted attention in the middle of a busy event. Not that Ms. Winter even has security to call.”<br />
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“Fortunately, I have a phone that dials 911 and the ability to call it without asking her.” <br />
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“<I>If</I> she’s your client,” Suit Number One says, clearly inferring that she’s not, “you’re obligated to operate with her best interests in mind.”<br />
<br />
“My decisions,” I reply, without missing a beat, and without claiming Ms. Winter as a client, “are always about winning. And I assure you that I can think of many ways to spin your story to the press that ensures I win, while also benefiting Ms. Winter.” <br />
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“This isn’t my story,” Suit Number One indicates. <br />
<br />
“It will be when I’m finished with the press,” I assure him, amused at how easily I’ve led him down the path I want him to travel. <br />
<br />
“This is a small community with little to talk about <I>but her</I>,” he says. “She doesn’t want her foreclosure to become the front page story.” <br />
<br />
My lips quirk. “If you don’t know how easily I can get the wrong attention for you here, and the right attention for Ms. Winter, you’ll find out.”<br />
<br />
“We’ll leave,” Suit Number Two interjects quickly, and just when I think that he’s smart enough to see the way trouble has turned from Ms. Winter to them, he looks at her and says, “We’ll be in touch,” with a not so subtle threat in his tone, before he elbows Suit Number One. “Let’s go.”<br />
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Suit Number One doesn’t move, visibly fuming, his face red, that white ring thickening around his lips. I arch a brow at Suit Number Two, who adds, “<I>Now</I>, Jordan.” Jordan, formerly known as Suit Number One, clenches his teeth and turns away, while Suit Two follows. <br />
<br />
Ms. Winter faces me, and holy fuck, when her pale green eyes meet mine, any questions I have about this woman and the many I suspect she now has of me, are muted by an unexpected, potentially problematic, palpable electric charge between us. “Thank you,” she says, her voice soft, feminine, a rasp in its depths that hints at emotion not effortlessly contained. “Please enjoy anything you like tonight on the house,” she adds, the rasp gone now, her control returned. <I>Until I take it,</I> I think, but no sooner than I’ve had the thought, she is turning and walking away, the absence of further interaction coloring me both stunned and intrigued, two things that, for me, are ranked with about as much frequency as snow in Sonoma, which would be next to never. <br />
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Ms. Winter maneuvers into the crowd, out of my line of sight, and while I am not certain I’d label her a mouse at this point, or ever for that matter, considering what I know of her, I am most definitely on the prowl. I stride purposely forward, weaving through the crowd, seeking that next provocative moment, scanning for her left, right, in the clusters of mingling guests, until I clear the crowd.<br />
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Now standing in front of a wide, wooden stairwell, my gaze follows its path upward to a second level, but I still find no sign of Ms. Winter. A cool breeze whips through the air, and I turn to find the source is a high arched doorway, the recently opened glass doors to what I know to be the “Winter Gardens,” a focal point of the property, and a tourist draw for decades, settling back into place. Certain this represents her escape, I walk that direction, and press open the doors, stepping onto a patio that has a stone floor and concrete benches framed by rose bushes. No less than four winding paths greet me as destination choices, the hunt for this woman now a provocation of its own. <br />
<br />
I’ve just decided to wait where I am for Ms. Winter’s return when the wind lifts, the floral scent of many varieties of flowers for which the garden is famous touching my nostrils, with one extra scent decidedly of the female variety. <br />
<br />
Lips curving with the certainty that my prey will soon to be my prize, I follow the clue that guides my feet to the path on my right, a narrow, winding, lighted walkway, framed by neatly cut yellow flower bushes, which continues past a white wooden gazebo I have no intention of passing. Not when Ms. Winter stands inside it, her back to me, elbows resting on the wooden rail, her gaze casting across the silhouette of what would reveal itself to be a rolling mountainside in daybreak. The way I intend for her to reveal herself. <br />
<br />
I close the distance between us, and the moment before I’m upon her, she faces me, hands on the railing behind her, her breasts thrust forward, every one of her lush curves tempting my eyes, my hands. <I>My mouth.</I> “Did those men know you?” she demands, clearly ready and waiting for this interaction. “Did you know them?”<br />
<br />
“No and no.”<br />
<br />
“And yet they knew the nickname Tiger.”<br />
<br />
“My reputation precedes me.”<br />
<br />
“I’ll take the bait,” she says. “What reputation?” <br />
<br />
“They say I’ll rip my opponent’s throat out if given the chance.” <br />
<br />
“Will you?” she asks, without so much as a blanch or blink.<br />
<br />
“Yes,” I reply, a simple answer, for a simple question. <br />
<br />
“Without any concern for who you hurt,” she states. <br />
<br />
I arch a brow. “Is that a question?”<br />
<br />
“Should it be?”<br />
<br />
“Yes.”<br />
<br />
“It’s not,” she says. “You didn’t get that nickname by being nice.” <br />
<br />
“Nice guys don’t win.”<br />
<br />
“Then I’m warned,” she says. “You aren’t a nice guy.”<br />
<br />
“Is nice a quality you’re looking for in a man? Because as your evening counsel, Ms. Winter, I’ll advise you that nice is overrated.” <br />
<br />
She stares at me for several beats before turning away to face the mountains again, elbows on the railing, in what I could see as a silent invitation to leave. I choose to see it as an invitation to join her. I claim the spot next to her, close, but not nearly as close as I will be soon. “You didn’t answer the question,” I point out. <br />
<br />
“You wrongly assume I am looking for a man, which I’m not,” she says, glancing over at me. “But if I was, then no. Nice would be on my list but it would not top my list, however, nowhere on that list would be the ability, and willingness, to rip out someone’s throat.”<br />
<br />
“I can assure you, Ms. Winter, that a man with a bite is as underrated as a nice guy is overrated. And I not only know how, and when, to use mine, but if I so choose to bite <I>you</I>, and I might, it’ll be all about pleasure, not pain.” <br />
<br />
Her cheeks flush and she turns away. “My name is Faith.” She glances over at me again. “Should I call you Nick, Tiger, or just plain arrogant?”<br />
<br />
“Anything but Mr. Rogers,” I say, enjoying our banter far more than I would have expected when I came here tonight looking for her.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Thianna D</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Rab Renroc Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>In a city where nothing is unexpected, one meeting changes their lives forever.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Jillian Michaels has had some strange things happen in her life. She’s met angels and demons, fought zombies and battled Elvis’s ghost. But nothing prepares her for running into three strange men one night. She’s the only one who can see or hear them and they won’t let her out of their sight.<br />
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For 157 years, Mavik has been stuck in between due to a curse and has been looking for someone to break him out. The only problem is the witch he’s found does not want to release him from his spell. Not ready to give up, he and his companions, Casper and Brinnian, stick to Jillian like glue.<br />
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When she tries to help them, things go from bad to worse when the council over psychic and paranormal phenomena take a stance and send Mavik to another realm and her in between with Casper and Brinnian. Time is running out for Mavik and unwittingly Jillian makes a deal with a demon for his release.<br />
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With a vengeful council on their tails and love brewing between human and shifter, who knew a deal with a demon would be the least of their worries?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Shifters, Fae, Vampires, Warlock, Demons, Magic, Humor, Urban Fantasy</span><br />
Release Date: April 13, 2017<br />
Publisher: A Thia Thing</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
She <I>should</I> have known not to enter that pub on a Thursday. It was never a good idea to do anything on a Thursday. At least not for Jillian Michaels. Her grandmother told her once that all spirit workers had one day of the week or month that they were particularly attuned to. For her, that meant she saw her first spirit on a Thursday. Jillian also had her first encounter with a demon on a Thursday. And, as fate would have it, she got her period every month on a Thursday. <br />
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The fact was if she had been in a sane state of mind instead of having driven twenty hours straight to try and get away from the intense psychic hole that was New Orleans, she might have paid more attention to the fact there were still four more hours left in that particular Thursday and it would have been best to stay in her car until it was over. As it was she wandered inside at just after eight in the evening and sat down at a corner booth. <br />
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She had been to Vegas a time or two but usually skirted the city unless her presence was requested by the council. Somehow she’d ended up not only in the city, but just off the strip. “I need a full night’s rest.” She yawned as she looked at the little menu stuck between a salt shaker and a container of catsup. <br />
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“What can I get for ya?” asked a rotund woman with a harried expression. Jillian completely understood it. She’d just spent three days in New Orleans and felt like her brain had been wrung ragged what with all the spirits that called that place home.<br />
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“I’ll take a pint of your dark lager and I’ll have the chicken fingers and fries.” <br />
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“All right.” The waitress walked away and Jillian leaned back in her chair. <br />
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What she wanted to do was close her eyes and relax. But that was impossible anywhere but home. At home she had wards up that would protect her from all forms of psychic or paranormal attack. Anywhere else, she had to stay alert. In Vegas, the spirit realm took on all sorts of appearances. Hell, once she even saw Elvis. He was pissed at all the men and women who dressed up like him and threw a fit right in the middle of a casino. It took the whole council to contain him. She was one of the workers assigned to calm down the masses who “Saw Elvis alive and well.” It was a tiring five days. <br />
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Slowly she scanned the interior of the place. Most of the tables were taken by what looked like locals. Nobody in fancy clothes or who looked like they were out to impress. No. They wore jeans, T-shirts, and tennis shoes. Well. If the locals ate there, the food must be good, she surmised. Or maybe it was the cheap prices that brought them back. <br />
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Movement out of the corner of her eye made her turn slightly. Okay, so they weren’t all wearing local wear. Three men stood near the bar and they stuck out. One was dressed like a gunslinger from the 1800s, complete with six shooters and an ankle-length leather duster. Next to him stood a man who looked even more out of place. At just around six feet tall, he had slicked-back black hair, a face so white it was obvious he was wearing makeup, and he wore a black leather cape that came down to his ankles. He looked like a modern take on Dracula. The third man was almost a foot shorter than the other two. While he had on jeans and a button-down shirt, the style was wrong. His leather jacket and the cigarette sticking out the side of his mouth dated his clothing as 1960s. The green tint of his skin would have piqued her interest if it weren’t the fact that she felt no supernatural energy coming from them. <br />
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Those men did not belong. So why wasn’t anyone else watching them? Well, she supposed, as the waitress placed her lager and dinner in front of her, it was Vegas after all. The locals had probably seen just about everything. <br />
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The headache which started the day she arrived in New Orleans beat roughly against the back of her skull. As she sipped her beer and ate her food, she rubbed lightly over the spot. In just a few days she’d be home and she could take a psychic break. A soft sigh left her lips as she thought about it. <br />
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A frisson of energy wafted from the door of the pub and she swung around, recognizing it instantly as non-human. Standing just inside the door was a demon. At almost seven feet tall, he was humungous with yellowish skin covered in boils and two large horns on the top of his head. Great. Just great. Those suckers loved Vegas as they could cause mayhem and it was put down to drunk tourists. <br />
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Humans as a rule could not see the other world. They knew of its existence, but most of them acted as though it didn’t. <I>If I can’t see you, you don’t exist.</I> And the humans in the diner were no different, going on and eating their suppers and drinking their beer as if a dangerous creature wasn’t stomping through the place. At any moment it would upend a table and the problems would start. <br />
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She reached for her weapon and swore under her breath. So exhausted and run down, she had not even thought about anything but getting some food as she got out of her car. Her repeller was sitting on the passenger seat. <I>Way to go, Jilly.</I> <br />
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Well she couldn’t just leave the creature to destroy the place. Her hand went to her pocket to remove her phone so she could call for help from the council when something so strange happened that she froze in place. The three strangely-dressed men turned as one to look at the demon. And the demon looked back. Demons never looked at a human directly but it was definitely looking at them. Its attention was so fixed that it stopped walking. <br />
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“Be gone,” said the gunslinger, in a form of English that sounded strange to her ears. “Your kind isn’t welcome here.” <br />
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A low growl came from the demon which didn’t surprise her. They weren’t known for taking orders. <br />
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“He said to leave,” the vampiric man said in a cultured voice that rumbled through the room. “If you do not, you know what will happen.” <br />
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The demon took a step forward and Jillian winced as she knew with his next step he would knock over the table in front of him and send the diners there flying in all directions. But he did not take another step. Instead he stopped and roared, the walls of the pub shaking and the sound of several items dropping back in the kitchen. <br />
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“Damned earthquake,” someone said. <br />
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She slowly rose to her feet, her phone in hand, when the short man held out his hand, palm out. The sigil drawn on it made her gasp. Fae or warlock. Her sharp intake of breath drew the attention of all three men and no sooner had they turned in her direction than so did the demon. <br />
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<I>Ah shit.</I> <br />
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With a roar, the demon charged her, mouth open and sharp jagged teeth bared. Without a weapon, she was in trouble. She leaped over her table and dashed over toward the three men. While they didn’t give off the aura of a spirit worker, she could only assume they were. “Who has a repeller?” she demanded as she ducked a flying table.<br />
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The three men gazed at her as if she were a demon. “Repeller!” she shouted at them. <br />
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The short one snorted. “Repellers don’t really work on trolls. But this does.” A slightly evil grin crossed his face as he turned and blew across his palm toward the rampaging demon. She watched in a mixture of disgust and horror as dust flew off his palm and hit the demon. Instantly every boil on its body exploded, showering the interior of the place in yellow slime. As if without that the demon could not exist, it collapsed onto the floor writhing and in ten seconds melted into a huge pile of goo. <br />
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Jillian stared at what was left of the creature in shock. She’d never seen the like. Nobody on the council could do that. Slowly she turned and looked at the three men. “What are you?” <br />
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The gunslinger stared at her in an appraising fashion. Something about him was completely off, though she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. The vampiric man, though…. Now that she was close, she understood. He wasn’t dressed up. Red eyes. Pasty white face. Bright red lips. Yep. Definitely a vampire. But the third was the one she truly looked at. Blue eyes that shone of crystal stared at her out of his green-tinged face. “Fae,” she murmured. She had never met one as they were considered the most dangerous of otherworldly creatures and had been banned from their dimension. And yet right in front of her was one. While Jillian and every spirit worker knew fae were tall and elegant with pointed ears and this one was the exact opposite, there was no doubt in her mind this creature was fae. <br />
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The fae bowed low, one hand on his stomach, the other behind his back. “At your service. I am Brinnian of the Fae Realm.” <br />
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“Wha—” <br />
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She stopped when gunslinger cleared his throat. “You might be able to see and talk to us but they can’t.” He waved at the crowd of people. Jillian had forgotten where she was. She turned and saw every person staring at her with their mouths open. “Perhaps we should leave and discuss this elsewhere?” <br />
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He seemed a bit too cultured to be a gunslinger. But there was no time to think on that now. Swearing vociferously under her breath, she quickly sent an emergency text to the council. She needed to stop any humans from getting ideas. They couldn’t see the greenish yellow slime covering them and their tables. Nor could they see the three men. All they saw was her. Obviously they thought she was at fault, even if a table had been thrown at her.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Traci Douglass</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Blood Ravagers Book Three</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Reverend “Rev” Walker, expected some backlash after he foiled The Council’s attempts to overthrow the Blood Ravager Biker Gang. What he hadn’t expected was to wake up in the last place he ever wanted to see again—a dank cell of The Council’s Siberian dungeon. Drained and chained, he faces certain death if he can’t escape from the hellish prison. Now, his only means of escape depends on him accepting help from a fellow prisoner, a woman whose very existence is a lie and the only one capable of awakening Rev’s long-dormant heart.<br />
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Claire Deveraux is Dygarian, a race of shadow-shifters who have been slandered and hunted to extinction by The Council. But Claire has used her years of enslavement well, reading her captors’ secret texts and hearing their whispered secrets. Now, after being locked up for a crime she didn’t commit, she plans to use her knowledge of the dungeon’s maze-like interior to gain her freedom, or die trying. Then a new prisoner arrives, a man Claire has dreamed of and knows in her heart is her destined mate, if only she can break through his walls.<br />
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On the run and threatened from all sides, will Rev and Claire learn to trust each other and their growing feelings for one another before it’s too late?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Shifters, Vampires, Demons, Psychics, Bikers, Motorcycle Gangs, Suspense, Fantasy</span><br />
Release Date: April 13, 2017<br />
Publisher:</span> <a href="http://http://tulepublishing.com/authors/traci-douglass/" target="_blank">Tule Publishing</a><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
<I>Rest…</I> With a sigh, he leaned his head against the rough stone. They’d taken his hat, his clothes, everything he owned, except for the filthy loincloth slung around his hips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d fed, bathed, seen the sun or the moon. <br />
<br />
Time had lost all meaning. <br />
<br />
He prayed for a few hours of sleep before they came for him again and the torture started anew.<br />
<br />
“Hello?” a voice whispered through the shadows, so quiet it sent a shiver down Rev’s spine. <br />
<br />
Rev glanced around, but spotted nothing. He was alone. <br />
<br />
Probably a hallucination. <br />
<br />
“Hello? Can you hear me?” <br />
<br />
His head snapped up. He searched the interior of his cell again. “Who’s there?” <br />
<br />
“You’re alive.” The voice sounded hesitant and decidedly… female. <br />
<br />
“Unfortunately, yes.” He strained against his bonds, to no avail. “Who are you?” <br />
<br />
She laughed, his mystery woman. “The one who will help you escape.” <br />
<br />
The blood in Rev’s veins ignited, as if touched by a lit match. His heartbeat thumped loudly in his ears, faster, faster, the need to break his restraints, stalk to the bars of his cell and rip them to shreds, overwhelming him. He needed to see her, would die if he couldn’t. <br />
<br />
An extreme reaction, especially for him. <br />
<br />
The uniqueness made it no less uncomfortable or unstoppable. From the first word, his entire universe had centered on this woman. The huskiness of her tone, the promise of absolute pleasure, the come-hither seduction that made his cock grow hard… <br />
<br />
<I>Shit.</I> <br />
<br />
Roaring with frustration, he yanked with all his might, but still his restrains held. <br />
<br />
Dropping his head to his chest, Rev squeezed his eyes shut. <br />
<br />
The Council. They must have done something to him, given him something that turned him into a feral animal, made him into nothing but a sex fiend. Never, in all his long eons of life, had he ever felt such lust, such desire. <br />
<br />
Worse, he hadn’t even seen his phantom lady. Her appearance? A question mark, just like her voice. Yet, somehow, the tantalizing unknown only intensified his obsession. So much that for five minutes in her company, he would’ve risked annihilation. <br />
<br />
And for that reason alone, he deserved another beating by the guards. <br />
<br />
He had a mission here, a purpose, and it didn’t involve fucking. <br />
<br />
“Hello?” she said again. “Talk to me, please. Tell me why you’re here.” <br />
<br />
Such longing in that tone. The same longing that clawed through him. <br />
<br />
Blood lust rose into a frenzy, slamming against Rev’s skull, desperate to resurface, to suckle, to taste… <br />
<br />
Another first. His inner vamp had long ago gone silent in the face of the Council’s torture and training methods. He swallowed hard and forced words past his constricted throat. “Can’t.” <br />
<br />
Scuttling noises moved closer to the door of the next cell. “Why? Why won’t you tell me?” <br />
<br />
Her desperation matched his. <br />
<br />
“I’m here because I chose to be here.” The words exploded from him, bitter, cutting. <br />
<br />
Truth. From his initiation into the Blood Ravagers biker gang back in Salvation, Wyoming, he’d known it would only be a matter of time until the Council’s numerous spies reported his whereabouts. <br />
<br />
Still, even expecting their attack, he’d been shocked by their audacity. <br />
<br />
One minute he’d stood on the top of the Schwartzman Library Building in Manhattan, prepared to help complete his mission for the gang, and the next he’d been chained to a wall in the Council’s Siberian headquarters as Elon had used his powerful dark magic to slowly peel the flesh from Rev’s bones, strip by tiny strip, until he’d passed out from the agony. <br />
<br />
Now, he only hoped his sacrifice had not been in vain. He hoped Dex and Liz had defeated their enemies and made it back to the gang’s club, Seven, in Salvation, alive. Hoped they’d gotten the information Dante needed to complete the Oracle binding ceremony and that even now the gang was stronger, more secure, better defended against the Council’s retaliation—an epic attack that was sure to come. <br />
<br />
“Tell me,” she demanded. “Tell me why you would willingly come to this place.” <br />
<br />
Rev didn’t know the woman’s name or if she was human or otherworld. He only knew he’d given up everything, gotten himself thrown in here, and now he needed to find a way to make it count. No matter if he’d been in these dungeons a day or a century. <br />
<br />
“My reasons are my own,” Rev said, having learned long ago not to trust anyone or anything inside these walls. “They are not your concern.” <br />
<br />
The female huffed. “And yet you take their beatings and do nothing to stop them.” <br />
<br />
“Yes.” He croaked. <br />
<br />
And in return, Dante and the gang would have a fighting chance to gather their strength and their resources. If the Council members were focused on Rev, then that meant they weren’t focused on the gang. <br />
<br />
Besides, his suffering didn’t matter. Hell, it had stopped mattering so long ago Rev had forgotten. Just one more casualty of his time spent working as an assassin for the very people who now would kill him. Once upon a time, he’d been their top killer, responsible for more hits against the Council’s enemies than anyone else, ever. But the day he’d walked away from all the senseless brutality and destruction had been the day he’d signed his own death warrant. <br />
<br />
Given that kind of unforgivable past, what was a little extra torture now? <br />
<br />
“Fine. I don’t care about your reasons,” the female said. “I only care about escaping this hellhole.” <br />
<br />
Rev shifted his position where he sat on the cold, hard ground, careful not to wrench his side and reopen the gaping wound where Elon had sliced into him and flayed his organs. It was just now starting to heal, pain searing through his gut as his intestines knit back together. <br />
<br />
“Ignoring me?” she asked. “Do you have any idea what I am?” <br />
<br />
He stared straight ahead into the darkness. Didn’t much matter, not in this place. <br />
<br />
Down here, they were all the same. <br />
<br />
Doomed. <br />
<br />
“My name is Claire Deveraux and I have served the Council for two centuries. I am Dygarian, the last of my race. I will see the outside world once before I perish or die trying.” <br />
<br />
<I>A shadow shifter? </I> <br />
<br />
She was rare indeed. Her kind had the power to become invisible, allowing them complete anonymity. Also, they could become one with the elements around them. <br />
<br />
Per Jareth’s orders, Rev had participated in the long-ago raids on the last surviving Dygarian villages, helped bring her people into bondage within these palace walls, shackled them to their fate just as he was now shackled himself. <br />
<br />
The irony was not lost on him. <br />
<br />
Her name didn’t ring true though. The Dygarians had their own language, full of guttural grunts and growls that would’ve made the Romulans proud. <br />
<br />
“Claire Deveraux,” he said. “That’s a strange choice for your kind.” <br />
<br />
“I picked it myself. Never knew my birth name. Not sure I even had one.” She paused. “What should I call you?” <br />
<br />
“Reverend Walker.” <br />
<br />
“Are you a member of the clergy?” <br />
<br />
He was about as far from holy as a creature could get. “My friends call me Rev.” <br />
<br />
A soft, lonely sigh escaped her. “Why are you in here, Rev?” <br />
<br />
To die, most likely, if he couldn’t break these restraints somehow. It would only be a matter of time before the guards came to collect him again, dragging him back up the stone stairs to Elon’s torture chamber. <br />
<br />
“Before you answer,” she added, “you should know I would rather save an enemy who tells me the truth than a so-called friend who lies.” <br />
<br />
Rev had to wonder if her sentiments would remain so admirable if she knew exactly who he was, how he’d been responsible for her enslavement within these walls. Then again, it was nice to set his troubles aside, just for these few moments, and enjoy this brief solidarity with her. After all, he too had no real home, only distant memories of his real family, no real hope of escape beyond these walls. <br />
<br />
Trapped as they were in these Council dungeons, built to hold even the strongest of otherworlders, it seemed there was nothing either of them could do but marinate in their fury, growing more helpless and weak each day as their emotions grew darker and darker. <br />
<br />
In the end, they would both pray for insanity. <br />
<br />
Given that bleak forecast, not telling her the truth about his goals seemed pointless. “I am here…to eradicate the Council.” <br />
<br />
Silence. Oppressive, cold, surrounded him, heavy as a death shroud. <br />
<br />
Eventually Rev spoke again, just to hear something other than his own raspy breath. “I was once forced to work for them too, but I deserted my post nearly a century ago. The Council have hunted me down since, waiting for the day they would punish me for my sins.” <br />
<br />
He shifted, lancing pain shooting upward from his injured side and jarring him back to reality. <I>What the hell am I doing?</I> He didn’t know Claire, sure as hell didn’t trust her. At least he’d stopped himself before mentioning Dante or Seven or the Blood Ravagers gang. For all he knew, she’d been planted by the Council to glean his secrets. <br />
<br />
“I see,” she said, the two quiet words sending a fresh rush of lust straight through his system. <br />
<br />
It had been millennia since he’d had any carnal stirrings, even longer since he’d craved fresh, warm blood. Yet this woman had made him desire both in a span of seconds. <br />
<br />
The Council’s wicked trickery had to be behind this. There was no other explanation. <br />
<br />
None except… <br />
<br />
<I>She could be my mate.</I> <br />
<br />
At the idea, his cock hardened and his skin tingled and… <I>fuck!</I> <br />
<br />
He nearly screamed in frustration. Even if, somehow, this strange siren had awakened his long dormant passions and was his fated mate, there was no way she’d ever willingly be with him. Not with his legacy of barbaric cruelty, not with his past filled with murder and mayhem and masterful obliteration of any opposition to Council edicts—including Claire’s people. <br />
<br />
For all those long years, women had been nothing but an afterthought… until he’d needed release. Even then, he’d usually been too rough, too harsh with his chosen lovers. He’d been a vicious mercenary, never allowing his emotions to get the better of him. <br />
<br />
Now, though, he would’ve traded what little remained of his tattered soul for a moment of contact with his mystery woman. <br />
<br />
“Rev?” Despite the strain in Claire’s voice, his body continued to pulse with the same raw hunger.<br />
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Other titles by Traci Douglass:<br />
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<td><center><b>Blood<br>Bound</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Blood<br>Freed</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>Seal of<br>Destiny</b></center></td>
<td><center><b>Seal of<br>Surrender</b></center></td>
<td><center><b>Seal of<br>Awakening</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>A Spell<br>of Trouble</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Spell<br>Disaster</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Deadly<br>Betrayal</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Fatal<br>Games</B></center></td>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Allie Harrison</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">The Haunted Book Three</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Her past is a mystery. His future is in jeopardy.</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">From the first moment Clare Newman steps into Camden Place—from the squeak in the floor and the sweet scent of apple pie to the candles she lights on the dining room table—it feels like home. It's a place she can find refuge from her nightmares. It’s a place where she can make a fresh start… <br />
<br />
…Except there's a misty figure with a knife who disappears into the library.<br />
<br />
…Except there's Liam Camden, the man who built Camden Place over a century and a half before, who doesn’t disappear, who seems to be the only one who can see and talk to Clare. <br />
<br />
But who is the real ghost? Clare, who somehow found the doorway to 1847? Or Liam, who died mysteriously one hundred and fifty years ago? <br />
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When danger creeps closer, will the timeless love they share be enough to keep them safe?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Ghosts, Time Travel, Suspense, Mystery, Haunting</span><br />
Release Date: March 1, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
She moved around the room and used her lighter to light several candles that were set about. In the soft candle light, the music room was even more inviting than the dining room.<br />
<br />
Idly, she ran her fingers over the keyboard of the beautiful piano, lightly pressing each key. The sound was beautiful. The keys were cool beneath her fingertips. Surprisingly, like the dining room table, the piano was free of dust. <br />
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<I>My fingers feel at home… Can I play again, after so long?</I><br />
<br />
Heart racing, she closed her eyes and played a rolling C chord, feeling the sound as it vibrated through her. She let out a slow breath. The rush of panic didn’t come. Her eyes still closed, she played five notes with one finger. Then ten, and waited, her finger still on the keys. The heartache that usually choked her didn’t come.<br />
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Despite the echoing of a room empty, of an entire house empty, the piano was in tune and sounded perfect. There wasn’t even the tin, hollow sound that often came with age or neglect. She opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath. A sense of calm filled her. Her music had always had that effect on her. <br />
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Without thought, she sat down on the bench. It creaked beneath her weight and made her smile. Piano benches always creak. She placed her fingers on the keys. They seemed to know just where to go. She supposed this was like riding a bicycle. No matter what happened to her, her fingers still knew what to do. <br />
<br />
Amazing.<br />
<br />
She swallowed the lump in her throat and played a song she’d written, something she called, “The Road to Anywhere.” The notes came to her as if they were merely an extension of her fingers. She played with hardly a mistake, despite the fact she hadn’t played this piece, or any piece, in over a year.<br />
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For a long moment, she relished in the sound she created. The excitement, the rush of her music filled her, flowing into the hollow spaces. She’d been so empty for so long.<br />
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In a single instant, for the first time in months, she felt…<br />
<br />
Able.<br />
<br />
Alive.<br />
<br />
Not perfect, not near ready to perform before an audience again. Perhaps not ready to write a single note. Not ready to face all the demons still lingering in her nightmares.<br />
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But better. And, except for the headache, pain free.<br />
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She smiled and took a deep breath. The scent of apples and cinnamon filled her lungs. It was mingled with the heady aroma of furniture wax and candle wax. <br />
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Her fingers, still lingering on the keys, thrummed with an energy she’d never experienced before.<br />
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The sounds of dishes rattling and the echo of laughter drew her attention. She jumped from the bench as if someone dumped a cup of ice down her back. <br />
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What the hell? Another ghost? The ghostly figure of a man with the knife back to listen to her impromptu concert before slashing her throat? A chill skittered over her, sliding a cold hand around her neck, her shoulder, down into her chest. She shuddered. Had she left the door open? She raced toward the dining room, only to stop in her tracks. <br />
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<I>This is way too real…</I><br />
<br />
Before she could gasp, hands—warm and strong, not ghostly at all—grabbed her. Her screams died in her throat.<br />
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*****<br />
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Liam Camden paused, fork in hand, to listen. <br />
<br />
“Does anyone hear the piano? Who’s playing my piano?”<br />
<br />
His guests laughed and chuckled. Their spoons rattling against soup bowls, their wine glasses clinking together in good natured toasts.<br />
<br />
“Now you’re hearing things. Obviously you’ve had a bit too much wine,” his friend, Benford Galliger, said, his voice filled with laughter. “Why did you even purchase a piano and pay that ridiculous amount of money to have it shipped here? Do you even know how to play it? Of course you don’t.” His tipsy friend answered his own question.<br />
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He wasn’t drunk, and he knew he heard a sweet, but haunting melody coming from the piano. “Excuse me a moment.” He placed his napkin on the table and stood. He knew leaving in the middle of a dinner party wasn’t polite manners, but someone was in his music room. He had to check…he felt a pull he couldn’t ignore. <br />
<br />
If he had to guess, Gerard and Millie, his house servants, were in the kitchen preparing dessert. Anyone who might remotely know how to play, or even be invited to play his piano, was already seated at his table. And whoever was playing it knew how to play it well. So who…<br />
<br />
The music stopped when he reached the door. His friends didn’t seem to hear it. In fact, they were more interested in their food and conversation than the fact that their host had left the table. They chuckled over him and continued with their enjoyment, and the meal and drinks he provided to them.<br />
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Just beyond the dining room door he ran right into her. Shocked to find a stranger, a woman in his home, he instinctively reached out to grab her…<br />
~~~~~~<br />
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Other titles by Allie Harrison:<br />
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<td><center><B>Hargrove<br>House<br>Book 1</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Montgomery<br>Manor<br>Book 2</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Invisible</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>A Twist of<br>Betrayal</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Hide<br>& Seek</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>No<br>Fear</B></center></td>
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Be on the lookout for Allie Harrison's future release(s): <b><i>Windsgate Drive</i></b> coming Fall 2017<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-80554960564247164012017-04-08T00:01:00.000-04:002017-04-08T00:01:12.765-04:00Grizzly Mountain by Becca Jameson<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/33516413700/in/dateposted-public/" title="Grizzly Mountain" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2808/33516413700_924db05234.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="Grizzly Mountain"></a><script async src="//embedr.flickr.com/assets/client-code.js" charset="utf-8"></script><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>Grizzly Mountain</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Becca Jameson</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Arcadian Bears Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Heather Simmons is excited to start a new job in Alberta, Canada, as a glaciologist. But when a minor accident leaves her trapped on a hiking trail overnight, she finds herself facing a burly mountain man and a pair of grizzly bears. From that moment forward, things could not get weirder.<br />
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Isaiah Arthur knows instinctively that Heather is his mate the moment he scents her clothing before heading up the mountain to rescue her. The sensation is confusing since she is obviously human, and converting a human to his species is strictly forbidden.<br />
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A rogue shifter takes Heather’s transition out of Isaiah’s hands, however. Isaiah is left with no choice but to take her home and find a way to inform her of her unintended fate, while fighting the intense need to make her his as soon as possible.<br />
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The North American governing body, the Arcadian Council, is not amused by the rare turning of a human, and chaos ensues as Isaiah races against the clock to bind his mate to him forever before someone steps in the way and takes the opportunity out of his hands.</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Paranormal Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Shifters, Glaciologist, Romantic Suspense, Bears, Erotic</span><br />
Release Date: April 11, 2017<br />
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
“You’re sure about this?” Heather asked five minutes later as Isaiah pulled the truck up to another gorgeous cabin in the woods. It wasn’t as large as his parents’ home, but it appeared to have the same builder because it had a similar look.<br />
<br />
“Positive.” He turned off the engine and jumped down from the truck before she had a chance to say anything else. Two seconds later, she was once again in his arms.<br />
<br />
She could get used to being pressed against his chest. It unnerved her how attracted she was to him, but it felt…right. Which made her more nervous.<br />
<br />
As she held on to his neck, she spoke again. “I hope you don’t feel somehow obligated to take care of me because of a scratch. I’ll be fine. It wasn’t your fault.”<br />
<br />
He frowned. “It sort of was my fault.”<br />
<br />
“How do you figure? Did you lure that bear out of the woods and taunt it into attacking me?” Huh. Actually, he did indeed seem to taunt the bear.<br />
<br />
“No. I didn’t lure the bear. You’re right.” He didn’t comment on the taunting part as he climbed the steps to his equally amazing porch and then opened the front door and carried her inside.<br />
<br />
“If you’re going to carry me everywhere, I might milk this sprained ankle for a while.” <I>Holy shit. Did I say that out loud?</I><br />
<br />
He tipped his head toward her and winked, sharing another of his half smiles. “Milk it, baby. It’s definitely no hardship holding you in my arms.”<br />
<br />
She flushed. Her entire body was on fire. She was still wearing nothing over her upper body but the ripped shirt missing one sleeve. No coat. It was warmer outside than it had been during the night, but still should have been too chilly to go without at least a jacket. But hers had been ruined. And for some reason, she was not cold.<br />
<br />
This sexual banter between them was crazy. She’d even started it. Who the hell was she today?<br />
<br />
Once again she found herself whisked right through the living room without a chance to notice a single piece of furniture or décor. Her gaze was still pinned on his face.<br />
<br />
What she did notice was his scent permeating the entire space, making her grip her knees together and squirm in his embrace. Since when was she so drawn to a man’s scent?<br />
<br />
Since never.<br />
<br />
Of course, part of the reason she was so attracted to Isaiah surely had to do with how long it had been since she’d last had a steady boyfriend, which correlated precisely with how long it had been since she’d had sex. Over two years.<br />
<br />
She’d been busy making a name for herself in her field, with no time for dating and even less time for the sort of men she usually met at work. The people in her Portland office were so nerdy and serious all the time. Most of them were married, and in some cases she shuddered to think what their wives were like.<br />
<br />
She had hoped her prospects in Alberta would be better. Then again, she’d been in the province only two days and she was currently being carried through a sexy man’s home. Maybe this job choice had been exactly perfect. And maybe she had been wrong to beat herself up all night over a sprained ankle. Blessings came in strange wrapping paper.<br />
<br />
When Heather finally tore her gaze off the man who met her sexual banter tit for tat, she found herself in a bathroom.<br />
<br />
Isaiah tipped her to one side and set her on the counter.<br />
<br />
She grabbed the edges. “Uhh…” What the hell were they doing in the bathroom?<br />
<br />
Isaiah ignored her to reach for the faucet on the gorgeous whirlpool tub. He turned it on, touched the water, and then turned toward her. “I figure you’d like to bathe, and you probably wouldn’t be able to stand easily in the shower.”<br />
<br />
He was right. She felt disgusting under her hiking pants and the now torn, long-sleeved thermal shirt.<br />
<br />
God, she was a mess. Her concentration was shot, and she blamed his absurdly sexy body for every lost brain cell. “A bath would be perfect.” She glanced around the room. It was a dream bathroom. His house had to be either newly renovated or brand new because everything in the room was shiny and perfect, from the granite in white and brown swirls to the white cabinets and the glass shower. There were nozzles coming out of the walls in that shower. If she had the ability to stand, she would love to check it out.<br />
<br />
Isaiah opened a narrow door next to what she assumed was a small separate toilet room. He pulled out a huge, plush, white towel and set it on the counter. “I don’t have any girly shampoo or whatever you’re used to, but we can fix that later. For now, can you make do with mine?”<br />
<br />
She startled. “Of course. I’m not that picky. Soap is soap.”<br />
<br />
He smiled again and approached, almost as if he were stalking her. When he reached her, he set his hands on her thighs. “You got this?”<br />
<br />
“What if I don’t?” she taunted, again clearly no longer the owner of her own body. She tucked her lips in between her teeth as if that would suck the words back.<br />
<br />
He moaned. <I>Moaned.</I> Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back, elongating his neck.<br />
<br />
She had the sudden desire to run her tongue along the tight muscles of his neck and lick a line up to his mouth or down to his chest. The flannel shirt he wore revealed the slightest sprinkling of hair sticking out the top. She would give anything to see his chest.<br />
<br />
When he lowered his face, he met her gaze, not laughing. “Baby, there are so many things we need to talk about, but first you should relax a few minutes, soak in the water. You’ll feel so much better.”<br />
<br />
She nodded.<br />
<br />
“Now, if you need any help getting undressed and into the tub…”<br />
<br />
Heat raced up her cheeks again. She gripped her knees together again also. Why did the timbre of his voice reach her clit?<br />
<br />
He sobered a bit and righted himself, still gripping her thighs, but no longer leaning into her quite as closely. “Listen, if I’m overstepping my bounds let me know. I’m not going to lie. I’m attracted to you. And this banter we have going on is sexy as hell. But I also don’t want you to be uncomfortable in my home. So, please, tell me to back off.”<br />
<br />
As if God had given her a sign, a neon sign, she reached for Isaiah’s neck with both hands and hauled his face toward hers. Without allowing herself to overthink things, she set her gaze on his lips and drew them all the way to hers.<br />
<br />
His mouth was warm, and his lips parted when she touched them with her own. At first her kiss was tentative, nibbling along his fuller mouth, enjoying the first blatant sexual connection.<br />
<br />
His fingers tightened on her thighs, making her moan into his mouth. That was when he angled his head to one side and deepened the kiss, taking full control. His tongue slid between her lips to devour her as if he were starving. His hand slid along her thighs and around to her hips to haul her closer to the edge of the counter.<br />
<br />
Her heart raced as he nudged her legs apart with his thighs and situated himself between her knees.<br />
<br />
The subtle tingling in her clit became a full roar of need. Her panties grew wet from her arousal and rubbed maddeningly against her swollen clit. She gripped his neck tighter, holding him as if he might get away if she let go.<br />
<br />
She couldn’t breathe, and she didn’t want to. All she wanted was for this moment in time to freeze right here and never end. She didn’t want to know more or less about the man kissing her. The timing for this connection was perfect. She knew everything about Isaiah that would lure her to him and nothing about him that would later annoy her.<br />
<br />
He had a kind and giving spirit, rushing to the rescue of a stranger in the woods and even confronting an enormous angry bear to save her.<br />
<br />
He loved his parents and his sibling.<br />
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He was sexy as hell.<br />
<br />
His pensive brooding gave him a mysterious quality that caused a ball of desire to build in her stomach.<br />
<br />
He was doting. Any woman would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend. Considering how well he treated a perfect stranger, he would no doubt be the most adoring lover on earth.<br />
<br />
Whatever faults he had, she didn’t know them yet. Was he a slob? His bathroom would attest to the opposite. Did he eat with his mouth open? Leave the toilet seat up? Was he an obnoxious drunk?<br />
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Was he a shitty lover? After all, why didn’t he have a woman? Did he roll over after reaching his own orgasm and fall asleep? She found that hard to believe.<br />
<br />
His hands curled into her back, hauling her closer as he continued to kiss the sense out of her. When did he completely take over? She didn’t care. His dominance was even hotter than his tentativeness.<br />
<br />
When they finally broke free, it was a slow parting that ended with Isaiah easing his mouth off hers but continuing to kiss her lips and then placing a line of kisses toward her ear.<br />
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She shuddered when his mouth landed on her lobe and his warm breath filled her ear. “What was that?”<br />
<br />
“A kiss?” Her voice sounded as though it belonged to another woman. She didn’t recognize it.<br />
<br />
He chuckled against her, leaning closer. “That was way more than a kiss, you little imp. That was a claiming.”<br />
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Other titles by Becca Jameson:<br />
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<td><center><B>Amanda’s<br>Wolves</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Laurie’s<br>Wolves</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Melinda’s<br>Wolves</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Tessa’s<br>Wolf</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Sharon's<br>Wolves</B></center></td>
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<td><center><b>Kara's<br>Wolves</b></center></td>
<td><center><b>Lindsey's<br>Wolves</b></center></td>
<td><center><b>Jessica's<br>Wolves</b></center></td>
<td><center><b>Alyssa’s<br>Wolves</b></center></td>
<td><center><B>Rebecca’s<br>Wolves</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Betrayed</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Redeemed</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Completed</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Dominated</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Tarnished</b></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Abandoned</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Freedom in<br>the Smokies</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Rescue in<br>the Smokies</b></center></td>
<td><center><B>Fire in<br>the Smokies</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Frostbitten</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2014/05/cover-reveal-abandoned-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7068/14111720643_867570c52e_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><center><B>Wolf<br>Trinity</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The<br>Prize</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The<br>Game</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>The<br>Rules</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2013/11/cover-reveal-wolf-trinity-by-becca.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm2.staticflickr.com/1517/24038888309_f031cc6a6b_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><center><B>Catching<br>Zia</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Catching<br>Lily</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Catching<br>Ava</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Saving<br>Sofia</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/01/catching-zia-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/285/32272282861_28e6435e66_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2017/03/catching-ava-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/719/33345803021_bea037c13c_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><center><B>Force</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Clinch</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Guard</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Submit</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Thrust</B></center></td>
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<td><center><B>Torque</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Sculpt</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Wrap</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Paint</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Pose</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2016/11/torque-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://c7.staticflickr.com/6/5763/30150590734_484de68aa2_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><center><B>Bound to<br>be Tempted</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Bound to<br>be Tested</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Bound to<br>be Tamed</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Bound to<br>be Taken</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Lust</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/04/bound-to-be-tempted-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7514/16350102682_0378e0460e_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/01/bound-to-be-tested-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7471/15845541948_852a076a4f_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2014/08/cover-reveal-bound-to-be-tamed-by-becca.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5558/14786870591_756af04285_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2014/04/cover-reveal-bound-to-be-taken-by-becca.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7302/13779162135_c5bc331b54_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><center><B>Come</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Perv</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Need</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Hers</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Want</B></center></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2014/07/cover-reveal-come-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2906/14574781062_5341d7ee39_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/02/hers-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7517/16351479275_477abf0410_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
<td><a href="https://coverreveals.blogspot.com/2015/04/want-by-becca-jameson.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7595/16817539377_517cd91ed1_m.jpg" height="128" width="90" /></a></td>
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<td><center><B>Out of<br>the Smoke</B></center></td>
<td><center><B>Blind<br>With Love</B></center></td>
<td><center><b>Three's<br>a Cruise</b></center></td>
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Be on the lookout for Becca Jameson's future release(s): <b><i>Grizzly Beginning</i></b> coming June 2017, <b>Arcadian Bears, Book 3</b> coming Jul/Aug 2017, and <b><i><a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=vojLpkziu3k&subid=&offerid=361251.1&type=10&tmpid=9310&RD_PARM1=https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/saving-zola" target="_blank">Saving Zola</a></i></b> coming Oct 2017<br />
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Interested in this book? Don't be shy about telling your friends and family about it. Share buttons can be found below.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04556386283853161034noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1891363105179281724.post-79998949163296044602017-04-07T00:01:00.000-04:002017-04-07T00:01:04.585-04:00The Captive Shifter by Veronica Scott<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/coverreveals/33723922912/in/dateposted-public/" title="The Captive Shifter" target="_blank" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: .5em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://c1.staticflickr.com/3/2807/33723922912_d63f71d464.jpg" height="400" width="286" alt="The Captive Shifter"></a><center><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 18pt;"><b><i>The Captive Shifter</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14pt;">by Veronica Scott</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Magic of Claddare Book One</span></span></center><br />
<span style="font-size: 11pt;">Concealing her own considerable magical powers, Caitlyn enters the service of the northern Witch Queen masquerading as a simple healer. Under order from her goddess, she’s searching for a magical gem stolen long ago from her own people, believed to be hidden in the massive castle. The task is daunting but Caitlyn is sure she can locate the gem and escape, bringing the prize back to the temple where it belongs. Until she meets the captive shifter and her loyalties become dangerously divided.<br />
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In payment for her past services to his people, Kyler the leopard shifter has entered into a life of servitude far from his forest home, allowing the Witch Queen to tap his magic to power her ever darker spells. Factions at Court are threatening to turn the Queen to the Shadow. Her increasing demands for magic will cut short his nearly immortal lifespan. Kyler’s resigned to his fate until the day he crosses paths with the new arrival, whose secrets and magic entice and attract both man and leopard. Has he met his mate at last?<br />
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The Queen will never willingly release him from captivity. Caitlyn’s goddess refuses to grant her any delay in accomplishing her own task. Can they locate the magical gem, fight the Shadow and win free of the Witch Queen to earn the right to be together?</span><br />
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<h3><span style="color: #f2e4bb">Genre: Fantasy Romance<br />
Content/Theme(s): <span style="font-size: 11pt;">Magic, Shifters, Witch, Leopard, Paranormal</span><br />
Release Date: March 24, 2017<br />
Publisher: Indie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #f2e4bb"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></span><br />
Caitlyn let the caravan master do the arguing on her behalf, although she wanted to reach through the bars of the city gate, grab the officious man standing in her way and shake him. Such a simple request—open the gate, glance at her papers and let her go on my way. It lacked but half an hour till sunset and the captain of the guard at the ancient city’s portal wasn’t inclined to allow a long caravan to pass so late in the day.<br />
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<I>Lazy bastard.</I> She eyed him, tempted to use some of her magic to influence him but inner caution held her back. This was the city of witches and magic. She needed to go slowly displaying her abilities. <I>Calm down, breathe. None of this will go as I hope if I let myself show anger.</I> Caitlyn sucked in a deep breath of the damp air and stood straighter, adjusting her hood to keep the autumn drizzle off her face.<br />
<br />
“Camp on the meadow across the river,” the captain said from the other side of the gate, addressing the caravan master. “Return in the morning.”<br />
<br />
Glancing at Caitlyn, the old man shook his head. “I’ve told you, one of my passengers is an applicant, identified by the queen’s Searchers. She must be at the palace tonight, for the welcoming ceremony. She can’t wait until morning or risk losing her place in this year’s Trial.”<br />
<br />
As she edged closer to the arched entryway to get out of the increasing rain, impatience burned along Caitlyn’s nerves. Why did a petty tyrant have to be her final obstacle after the long journey? The caravan master was right; she did have to be at the palace tonight. After three weeks of slow travel from her home in the South it was especially galling to be so close to missing the deadline. To literally stand on the threshold of her destination and be refused entry was unbelievably frustrating. <I>All right, honeyed words first, then there’s nothing for it but to unleash a taste of magic on him.</I> Pasting a smile on her lips, she stepped forward, allowing her cape to fall open, deliberately swaying her hips a bit. “Please, captain, I’m sure the Witch Queen would appreciate your extra efforts to let me arrive on time. The Searchers told me every woman with power is greatly needed this year,” Caitlyn said, in an effort to cajole him. “How about permitting me past the gate by myself tonight? Admit the entire caravan tomorrow?”<br />
<br />
Grinning like a cat toying with a mouse, the officer shook his head emphatically, shaking a finger at her. “Against the rules. We do the entire group or none. Now come back in the morning!”<br />
<br />
The caravan master took her elbow, probably to escort her to the waiting wagons. Caitlyn jerked her arm free, ready to summon energy to bespell the officer into giving her entry. Folly to risk using power so soon in this place but he left her no choice. She pushed aside the next worry, about finding her way through the unknown city to the castle.<br />
<br />
A new voice entered the conversation. “Is there a problem here?”<br />
<br />
Behind the blustering captain, the other soldiers had snapped to respectful attention and were saluting two newcomers. The first gentleman walked forward into the torchlight at the gate proper. He was older than she, dressed in black and burgundy garments projecting a subtle message of wealth and power. Attractive, if one was looking for a bedmate, which she wasn’t. As the second man came into the light Caitlyn took a step back, blinking.<br />
<br />
She’d never seen his like before. A shapeshifter? Why would such a rare creature of magic be here? The power surrounding him was palpable to one with her gifts, yet didn’t flare in her second sight as it should. As if the magic was restrained but how could such a thing be possible? Dressed in a uniform similar to the officious gatekeeper’s, this man was clearly a warrior – muscular, handsome, high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, long, unbound sandy blond hair. But why would a shapeshifter be in this dank, gray city? His people ran in the massive forests of the North, where their kind ruled and humans walked at their peril. A city, much less a Court with all its ritual and routine, would be the last place to find such a wild and free spirit.<br />
<br />
He returned her gaze with open appreciation. Caitlyn lowered her eyes first.<br />
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