Saturday, October 14, 2017

Murder Feels Awful by Bill Alive blitz


Murder Feels Awful
Bill Alive
(Empath Detective, #1)
Publication date: October 10th 2017
Genres: Mystery, New Adult
He can feel people’s emotions. And murderers feel awful.
Mark Falcon can “vibe” other people’s emotions … and they’re usually super painful. So he hides out in rural Virginia, making websites for clients he never has to meet. It’s a not-terrible life, sort of … until he vibes the final panic of a woman’s murder.
The last thing hermit Mark wants to do is go out and investigate, vibing which suspect is seething with secret hate. Even with me along, his trusty new sidekick/housemate. (I’m so cheerful that I double as an emotional air freshener.)
But Mark has no choice. He has to act, because our local cop detective is convinced that there’s no killer and the woman killed herself. Unfortunately, our cop’s also got the overall presence of a Viking goddess, and the last thing she wants is some delusional “psychic” website guy playing amateur sleuth. (Not to mention hitting on her.)
With the cops threatening jail, small-town secrets threatening Mark’s sanity, and a crazy-gorgeous doctor suspect threatening my heart, time’s running out for Mark and I to catch the killer…
Before the killer catches us.
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EXCERPT:
So I’m just going to start typing, because I can’t decide where to start. The dead woman flying the glider? Or when Mark first read my mind? Or maybe that crazy creeptastic first funeral?
This writing thing is hard.
But this story needs to be told. For the victims. For justice.
Plus, we both missed a lot of work time with this murder stuff. It’s not like our finances are dire, officially, but Mark said I could try this ebook thing if we used the money on the mortgage first.
Not that the mortgage is the worst of our problems.
Thing is, people really did die. Somehow, in made-up mysteries, that doesn’t seem to hit the characters much. Trust me, it’s a big deal.
In fact, spoiler alert, this all does get kind of dark. Like, not even just murder. Some things are worse than murder.
But … on the positive side … working with an empath is freaking amazing.
And you know what, that’s exactly where to start this. On that Saturday hike with Ceci, just before my mind exploded.
Not literally. That would be gross. Although that did kind of technically happen later … ugh … anyway…
It was one of those rare Virginia mornings in late August that are magically coolish instead of the usual broil. The point of our hike was to bask in the splendor of our gorgeous Shenandoah Valley, with the gentle, ancient hills rolling around beneath us in green late summer glory.
But Ceci had picked some new trail that turned out to have no views at all, just a scrabbly single-file path through skinny oaks and poison ivy. In the deepest shade, beside huge boulders, the air was cold and damp and tombish. Our voices echoed a little too loud, like kids squabbling in a graveyard.
“Not going to happen, Pete,” Ceci said, in her southern Virginia drawl that higher education and a nursing career have only partly tamed. She flicked me back a firm glance over her buff shoulder. “You are not moving in.”
This hurt.
My current lease was up in a couple days, and I needed new digs fast.
Dad was serious this time — “Son, it’s been a year since graduation, time to pay your own way, blah blah blah…” But how was I supposed to make the rent in the stupid four-room palace Mom had settled me in? And why was Ceci being like this? With our history…
“Don’t you want help with your mortgage?” I gasped. The gasp was only partly emotional — I had to sprint to keep up as Ceci jumped easily from rock to rock up yet another steep incline. My calves and thighs were starting to ache.
No, I’m not out of shape. In fact, I’m lean and wiry, sometimes misinterpreted as “skinny”. But these days, Ceci treats every minor excursion like some kind of Tough Mudder Triathlon.
By the way, “Ceci” sounds like ”sessy”, and it’s short for “Cecily”. Which has always struck me as super fancy and feminine for a woman who’s built like a linebacker (if the linebacker were five foot six and had a cute lopsided smile).
“Besides,” I pursued, “you’ve already got other housemates.”
She groaned, that special Ceci I-love-you-but-sometimes-I-wonder-how-you-even-know-how-to-talk groan. “My housemates are all women.”
“And?” I said, confused. It took me a second to process what she meant. “Wait, you mean, because I’m a dude? Really? Is this some Baptist thing?”
“I’m not Baptist!”
I flinched with remorse. I’m pretty good with details, but for some reason I can never remember the precise flavor of her denomination. Not Baptist, apparently.
“Sorry,” I said. “But we’re friends, Ceci. We have this magical complete lack of sexual attraction! We always have.”
Ceci stepped wrong on a pebble and lurched sideways. But she righted herself instantly. “It’s not that,” she said.
I don’t know why it wasn’t. She’s one of my best friends. We met our first week of college, back when she was a chubby freshman fifteener instead of this transmogrified Miss Muscle. Since then, we’ve been talking pretty much nonstop. We were probably brother and sister in another life. I’m serious. (I used to not believe in past lives, but in the last couple years I’ve really gotten a lot more spiritual.)
“I mean, sure, Hermosa is moderately hot,” I granted. “But I’m not going to try anything with a housemate!”
“Pete—”
“And she’s totally into that cop dude. Ramiro Romero. That guy has enough self-confidence to launch a major world religion.”
“Pete—”
Side note: Ceci knows a lot of cops and cop affiliates, because her older sister Gwen happens to be one of the Force’s finest. Sergeant Gwen Jensen, head of our local Investigations Division. (It’s a small town, so the division only has like three cops, but still.)
Gwen is also basically a Viking goddess, in both her Attractiveness Quotient and her overall temperament and approach to life. I’m not going to say she’s intimidating, because she might actually read this.
“Trust me,” I said. “Cop girlfriends are officially off limits.”
“PETE!” she exasperated. “You are not moving in!”
I opened my mouth to protest, but just then, there came a dude.
Trail etiquette is sketchy, but I always feel you should make at least fleeting eye contact as you try to avoid shoving each other into the poison ivy.
It’s like when you’re driving on back road gravel and there’s some three-ton pickup barreling your way. You both have to give this little half-wave of acknowledgment, even if you don’t actually lift your hand off the wheel and even though there is no way you actually know each other or will ever see each other again, ever. It’s just the code.
This guy did not make eye contact.
I tried three times.
On my first two quick glances, he was apparently way more interested in either watching his step or observing the fascinating local flora.
The third time, he was staring up, craning back his head to see the sky.
This seemed so obviously avoidant that I didn’t think to look up too. Besides, he was more interesting.
Even with his head back, his eyes burned a brilliant blue. They were luminous, the kind of eyes that shine so bright you might fall in. Almost unsettling.
He was also rocking a red-blond mustache, solo with no beard. That was unsettling. Because it actually kind of looked okay. I can’t explain it.
Maybe he was good-looking enough to burn some points on eccentric facial hair? He had a powerful, athletic kind of face. But who knows? I have no clue what kind of look girls actually go for.
I pegged him at mid-thirties, although it was hard to be sure because his reddish-blondish-grayish hair was thinning big time. A large expanse of scalp openly gleamed, and the hair he had left was all fringy and shaggy in the breeze, like the last few months had seen other priorities besides hair care. He wore a ratty T-shirt and thrift store jeans, but he did wear them well.
He tramped around us in awkward silence. Ceci and I put the courteous kibosh on our conversation to make space for obligatory pleasantries, but somehow even Ceci couldn’t muster a “good morning”. And this is a woman who can dump bedpans for sixteen hours straight while sporting the aforementioned cute smile. Somehow, this guy exuded silence like a force field.
Without a word, we went our separate ways.
Then, behind us, he gasped.
Hard. Like he’d been hit in the stomach by a freight train.
Ceci and I shared a glance of mutual what-the-hellitude, then whipped around to see.
The dude was slumped against an old oak, shuddering like he was freezing and fighting to breathe. He looked shocked, even horrified.
Ceci sprang into Nurse Mode, peppering him with medical questions as she leaped down toward him.
But he winced and rasped, “She’s dying.”
I went cold all over. I felt like I’d walked into a car crash. “Who’s dying?” I called, as I stumbled after Ceci.
Still wincing, he nodded … up. Toward the sky.


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Friday, October 13, 2017

The Nameless Land by Lazlo Rappaport blitz


The Nameless Land
Lazlo Rappaport
Genres: Adult, Mythology
Desperate to free herself of the dream fox residing in her womb, Anastasia travels off to the shores of the Red Sea and strikes a deal with Lilith: If Anastasia will fashion three mirrors for the primordial witch, so the sorceress will exorcise the evil spirit.
A poetic parable of the modern woman, the riddle of love, and the question of meaning in a seemingly-godless world.






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EXCERPT:
Anastasia turned upon her side, and soon she lost herself in a dream—a memory of the night journey to Arkhangelsk, a memory of that very moment the engineer applied the brake.
Once the train had stopped altogether, the young Anastasia suddenly felt the absence of any soothing vibrations. In addition, she intuited a most ineffable presence standing outside the cabin door. When she opened it just a crack, she found herself face to face with a bald-headed girl dressed in a snug fur coat boasting a silvery diadem-spider brooch pinned to the lapel. “Are you a daughter of Lilith?”
“A daughter of Lilith? No, I’m a ghost. My name’s Svetlana.” As the bald-headed girl spoke, the silvery brooch turned the color of corroded high-tin bronze.
Anastasia glanced over at Mother where she lay snoring very softly in her bed and then turned back. “What do you want?”
The ghost girl did not answer. Her delicate bare feet perfectly silent against the floorboards, she walked off down the passageway.
“Come back here!”
“No, you follow me!” Swiftly the ghost girl continued to the end of the sleeping car, vanishing through the door.
With trembling heart, Anastasia continued down one car after another until she reached the caboose where she joined the ghost girl outside upon the landing.
What a fine Arctic summer. The midnight sun bathed the tundra in a soft-orange haze, and the wildflowers emitted a sweet scent not unlike that of freshly-baked Belorussian honey cake.
The ghost girl reached into her coat pocket, removed a little wooden flute, and performed the tune to Mussorgsky’s “Hebrew Song.” Afterward she turned to Anastasia and poked her right arm with the foot end. “Do you know why the train stops here? If you were to ask the conductor, he’d tell you that we stop here so that we don’t collide with one of the trains out of Finland. But that’s not so. In truth the train stops here only because the Arctic fox compels the train to stop here, for this would be the place where the Arctic fox prefers to climb aboard and prey upon some hapless little girl. Just like he preyed upon me last summer.”
Anastasia pointed at the railway tracks. “Look around!” she blurted out. “There’s no Arctic fox anywhere! You’re a daughter of Lilith, that’s what you are! You’ve come to deceive me and—”
“No, he’s here. It’s just that he’s rendered himself invisible.” The train lurched forward, and the ghost girl smiled. “You’re lucky. But I doubt that you should be lucky a second time, so whatever you do, you should not come back this way.”
“But we must come back this way. Back at the House of FabergĂ©, the bookkeeper and everyone else, they’re waiting for Mama to bring them a box of volcanic glass.”
The train’s steam trumpet bellowed out its deafening wail, and back in Sinai, Anastasia awoke to find that the fire had almost died out.
She sat up some and thought of the dream, the heretofore repressed memory. How could I forget all that? She thought of her childhood in Russia and sought to recall the precise moment when the invisible fox spirit would have slipped inside her womb.

Author Bio:
Lazlo Rappaport is the pseudonym of a very reclusive author from Ohio. He wrote the original draft of The Nameless Land while night-clerking at a series of Palestinian youth hostels in the Old City of Jerusalem, 1996-1999. Under his proper birth name, he holds an M.F.A. in poetry from Sarah Lawrence College.

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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Obsession by Vivian Wood blitz


Obsession
Vivian Wood
(Addicted To You, #2)
Publication date: October 9th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author Vivian Wood
Secrets can kill.
Harper wanted Sean to dominate her, to degrade her… and she loved every second of it. Every hot, gasping-for-breath, clenching-the-sheets moment. She loved to have him looming over her, dictating her every move. She got off on it.
But now it’s too real. Their relationship has gotten complicated and dark, fast.
For Sean, Harper is more than just a good f*ck. She’s quickly becoming an obsession. When she pulls him from the fire yet again, he can’t pretend that she’s not the center of his world.
But Harper’s got secrets too, and hers are twice as deadly. When she finally starts to unravel, they will both have to find a way to save themselves — and each other — if they want to stay together.
EXCERPT:
Sean​ ​woke​ ​up​ ​late,​ ​aware​ ​from​ ​the​ ​way​ ​the​ ​sun​ ​poured​ ​through​ ​the​ ​window​ ​that​ ​it​ ​was close​ ​to​ ​mid-day.​ ​Sean​ ​groaned​ ​and​ ​checked​ ​his​ ​phone.​ ​Almost​ ​eleven.
He​ ​hadn’t​ ​heard​ ​Harper​ ​at​ ​all.​ ​Normally,​ ​he​ ​was​ ​woken​ ​up​ ​by​ ​her​ ​grinding​ ​of​ ​smoothies in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​for​ ​her​ ​pre-gym​ ​protein.​ ​Sean​ ​pulled​ ​himself​ ​out​ ​of​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​adjusted​ ​his morning​ ​erection.​ ​Already,​ ​dreams​ ​of​ ​the​ ​previous​ ​night​ ​escaped​ ​him,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​knew​ ​they were​ ​all​ ​Harper.​ ​They​ ​always​ ​were.
“Hey,”​ ​he​ ​said​ ​as​ ​he​ ​opened​ ​his​ ​bedroom​ ​door.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​A​ ​book rested​ ​on​ ​her​ ​knees.
“Hi,”​ ​she​ ​said.​ ​For​ ​once,​ ​the​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face​ ​was​ ​easy​ ​and​ ​natural.​ ​It was​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​since​ ​they’d​ ​moved​ ​in​ ​together.
“You​ ​haven’t​ ​eaten?”​ ​he​ ​asked.
She​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head.​ ​“Not​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mood​ ​for​ ​a​ ​smoothie,”​ ​she​ ​said. “How​ ​about​ ​brunch?”
“Okay,”​ ​she​ ​said.
He​ ​made​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​the​ ​kitchen.​ ​Yesterday,​ ​when​ ​she​ ​asked​ ​him​ ​to​ ​cook​ ​for​ ​her,​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a sign.​ ​That​ ​was​ ​his​ ​way​ ​back​ ​to​ ​her.​ ​Sean​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​half-dozen​ ​eggs​ ​from​ ​the​ ​fridge and​ ​the​ ​packet​ ​of​ ​English​ ​muffins.​ ​He​ ​cracked​ ​the​ ​shells​ ​and​ ​started​ ​to​ ​whisk​ ​egg​ ​yolks with​ ​lemon​ ​juice​ ​in​ ​a​ ​stainless​ ​steel​ ​bowl​ ​for​ ​the​ ​hollandaise​ ​sauce.
He​ ​heated​ ​a​ ​saucepan​ ​with​ ​a​ ​thin​ ​layer​ ​of​ ​water.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​drizzled​ ​in​ ​butter​ ​and​ ​watched the​ ​sauce​ ​thicken​ ​and​ ​double​ ​in​ ​size,​ ​he​ ​sensed​ ​Harper​ ​behind​ ​him.​ ​Afraid​ ​to​ ​say anything,​ ​worried​ ​that​ ​it​ ​might​ ​scare​ ​her​ ​away,​ ​he​ ​reached​ ​for​ ​the​ ​salt​ ​and​ ​cayenne. “Are​ ​you​ ​making​ ​eggs​ ​benedict?”​ ​she​ ​asked.
“Yeah.”
“I​ ​didn’t​ ​know​ ​people​ ​actually​ ​made​ ​that.”
He​ ​laughed​ ​as​ ​he​ ​started​ ​to​ ​brown​ ​the​ ​bacon​ ​in​ ​a​ ​skillet.​ ​“Did​ ​you​ ​think​ ​they​ ​just appeared?”
“I​ ​don’t​ ​know!”​ ​she​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​handed​ ​her​ ​two​ ​English​ ​muffins​ ​to​ ​toast.​ ​“I​ ​thought​ ​they were​ ​really​ ​hard.​ ​Like,​ ​only​ ​chefs​ ​made​ ​them.”
“They’re​ ​not​ ​hard,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​He​ ​broke​ ​another​ ​egg​ ​into​ ​the​ ​water​ ​and​ ​reduced​ ​the​ ​heat​ ​to a​ ​simmer.
“How​ ​do​ ​you​ ​know​ ​when​ ​they’re​ ​done?”​ ​she​ ​asked.​ ​Harper​ ​peered​ ​into​ ​the​ ​pan. “Practice,”​ ​he​ ​said.
“Thanks.”
“About​ ​three​ ​and​ ​a​ ​half​ ​minutes,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​“Watch​ ​for​ ​the​ ​egg​ ​white​ ​to​ ​set​ ​but​ ​the​ ​yolk should ​​still​​ be ​​soft.”​​He​​ removed​​ one​​ of ​​the ​​eggs ​w​ith​​ a ​​slotted​​ spoon​​ and ​​let ​​it ​​drain over​ ​a​ ​paper​ ​towel.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​carefully​ ​assembled​ ​the​ ​benedict​ ​and​ ​spooned​ ​the​ ​poached​ ​egg on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​the​ ​bacon,​ ​he​ ​seasoned​ ​both​ ​plates​ ​with​ ​salt​ ​and​ ​pepper.​ ​Finally,​ ​with​ ​the hollandaise​ ​poured​ ​over​ ​them​ ​and​ ​a​ ​garnish​ ​of​ ​chopped​ ​parsley,​ ​he​ ​handed​ ​Harper​ ​her place.
She​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​it​ ​like​ ​it​ ​was​ ​a​ ​science​ ​experiment.​ ​Sean​ ​could​ ​see​ ​numbers​ ​and calculations​ ​flying​ ​across​ ​her​ ​face.​ ​“Just​ ​try​ ​it,”​ ​he​ ​said​ ​gently.​ ​“It’s​ ​good​ ​for​ ​you.”
He​ ​ushered​ ​her​ ​towards​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​at​ ​the​ ​kitchen​ ​island​ ​and​ ​kept​ ​an​ ​eye​ ​on​ ​her​ ​while​ ​he​ ​put more​ ​bacon​ ​into​ ​the​ ​pan​ ​and​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​pancake​ ​mix.​ ​“You’re​ ​making​ ​more?”​ ​she asked,​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​wide.
“You​ ​haven’t​ ​had​ ​breakfast​ ​or​ ​lunch,​ ​have​ ​you?”
She​ ​didn’t​ ​answer,​ ​but​ ​when​ ​he​ ​pushed​ ​the​ ​freshly​ ​cooked​ ​bacon​ ​onto​ ​her​ ​plate,​ ​she made​ ​a​ ​face​ ​and​ ​started​ ​blotting​ ​at​ ​them.​ ​“How​ ​many​ ​calories​ ​are​ ​in​ ​bacon?”​ ​she​ ​asked. “Does​ ​it​ ​really​ ​matter?​ ​Just​ ​enjoy​ ​it.”
She​ ​gave​ ​him​ ​a​ ​look​ ​like​ ​a​ ​surly​ ​teenager.​ ​He​ ​watched​ ​her​ ​as​ ​she​ ​nibbled​ ​on​ ​everything, going​ ​at​ ​the​ ​egg​ ​whites​ ​with​ ​more​ ​gusto​ ​than​ ​anything​ ​else.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​first​ ​batch​ ​of pancakes​ ​were​ ​done,​ ​he​ ​started​ ​to​ ​check​ ​on​ ​a​ ​dry​ ​piece​ ​with​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​forked​ ​two onto​ ​her​ ​plate,​ ​but​ ​Harper​ ​shook​ ​her​ ​head​ ​vehemently.​ ​“No​ ​more,”​ ​she​ ​said.
He​ ​sighed​ ​and​ ​looked​ ​at​ ​her​ ​plate.​ ​For​ ​her,​ ​she’d​ ​ate​ ​a​ ​decent​ ​amount,​ ​though​ ​it​ ​still wasn’t​ ​nearly​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​count​ ​as​ ​sustenance.
“You​ ​interested​ ​in​ ​working​ ​out​ ​together​ ​again?”​ ​she​ ​asked.
“I​ ​don’t​ ​know.​ ​Maybe,”​ ​he​ ​said.​ ​“It’s​ ​Sunday.​ ​I​ ​thought​ ​maybe​ ​we​ ​could​ ​lounge​ ​on​ ​the couch​ ​and​ ​watch​ ​a​ ​movie​ ​first.​ ​We​ ​can​ ​decide​ ​if​ ​we​ ​want​ ​to​ ​work​ ​out​ ​later.”
“Okay,”​ ​she​ ​said​ ​reluctantly.
“Hey.​ ​How​ ​about​ ​you​ ​choose​ ​the​ ​movie?”
“Really?”​ ​she​ ​asked,​ ​brightening.
“Go​ ​on,​ ​I’ll​ ​clean​ ​up.”
Harper​ ​rushed​ ​to​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room​ ​while​ ​he​ ​rinsed​ ​the​ ​dishes​ ​and​ ​loaded​ ​the​ ​dishwasher. By​ ​the​ ​time​ ​he​ ​made​ ​it​ ​to​ ​the​ ​living​ ​room,​ ​she​ ​had​ ​​Mean​ ​Girls​ ​​queued​ ​up​ ​on​ ​Netflix. “Seriously?”​ ​he​ ​asked.
“You​ ​said​ ​I​ ​could​ ​choose.”​ ​She​ ​pulled​ ​a​ ​face​ ​that​ ​dared​ ​him​ ​to​ ​disagree.
They​ ​sat​ ​on​ ​opposite​ ​ends​ ​of​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​like​ ​armies​ ​readying​ ​for​ ​battle.​ ​Eventually, Harper​ ​propped​ ​her​ ​feet​ ​up​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch,​ ​taking​ ​up​ ​two-thirds​ ​of​ ​it.​ ​“You​ ​want​ ​a​ ​foot rub?”​ ​Sean​ ​asked.
She​ ​looked​ ​startled,​ ​but​ ​bit​ ​her​ ​lip​ ​and​ ​nodded.
He​ ​started​ ​at​ ​her​ ​perfectly​ ​white​ ​feet,​ ​cold​ ​to​ ​the​ ​touch.​ ​Sean​ ​warmed​ ​them,​ ​surprised​ ​at the​ ​softness—especially​ ​with​ ​all​ ​the​ ​working​ ​out​ ​and​ ​those​ ​insanely​ ​high​ ​heels​ ​she​ ​wore. When​ ​he​ ​worked​ ​his​ ​way​ ​to​ ​her​ ​bare​ ​calves,​ ​she​ ​didn’t​ ​react.​ ​The​ ​rolled-up​ ​boxers​ ​she wore​ ​as​ ​pajama​ ​bottoms​ ​had​ ​hiked​ ​up​ ​so​ ​high​ ​that​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​had​ ​miles​ ​of​ ​flesh​ ​to explore.
Sean​ ​reached​ ​her​ ​thigh​ ​and​ ​she​ ​squirmed.​ ​When​ ​he​ ​raised​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​to​ ​hers,​ ​there​ ​was​ ​a hunger​ ​in​ ​there​ ​he​ ​hadn’t​ ​seen​ ​in​ ​weeks.​ ​She​ ​lunged​ ​at​ ​him.​ ​Her​ ​lips​ ​met​ ​his​ ​as​ ​her​ ​arms snaked​ ​around​ ​his​ ​neck.
Without​ ​thinking,​ ​he​ ​kissed​ ​her​ ​back.​ ​Harper’s​ ​hand​ ​twisted​ ​around​ ​the​ ​front​ ​of​ ​his tee-shirt​ ​and​ ​she​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​closer.​ ​That​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​desire,​ ​that​ dominance,​ ​was​ ​new​ ​in​ ​her. Any​ ​other​ ​time,​ ​he’d​ ​despise​ ​it,​ ​but​ ​something​ ​about​ ​it​ ​being​ ​her​ ​made​ ​him​ ​harden instantly.


Author Bio:
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Tuesday, October 10, 2017

LEGACY OF EVIL by Sharon Buchbinder

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Book 2 of the Hotel LaBelle Series
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Legacy of Evil
LEGACY OF EVIL
Sharon Buchbinder
Series: Hotel LaBelle Series Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: October 13, 2017
One battle, one outcome. Who will win? Good or evil?
When a wild mustang is shot in Montana, renowned horse whisperer and telepath, Emma Horserider, is called in to calm the herd and find out what happened. Once on scene she is almost killed by a bullet-spewing drone, and calls her black ops brother for back-up.
Emma's help roars into her life covered in tattoos and riding a Harley. Remote viewer Bronco Winchester takes the assignment because he is ordered to, but he wonders what type of assistance, his boss's sister needs. That is until he sees Emma, a valiant Warrior Woman proud of her Crow heritage.
Posing as a married couple, Emma and Bronco go undercover to infiltrate and stop a hate group. Both are anxious enough without the now growing attachment they feel for one another. When the lives of many are on the line, they are not sure if they will live or die—let alone have a chance at love.

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Bronco now stood squinting in the late afternoon sun, knocking at a door with no bell, and waiting for a response. Dogs barked and a window curtain twitched. Good. Someone was home. He adjusted his pack, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and said, "Any time now." As the words slid out of his mouth, he heard the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped.
Uh. Oh.
He raised his hands. "Don't shoot. I'm unarmed."
Turning slowly to face his fate, his jaw fell open, and his heart rate kicked up a notch from being on the wrong end of a shotgun or from the weapon holder's looks, he wasn't sure. A raven haired Amazon in a tank top, jeans, and metal tipped cowboy boots held the Mossberg 500 in a perfect military stance. Long strands of hair blew across her face in the hot breeze. A large purple bruise bloomed on her left cheek. She squinted her dark brown eyes and gave him a laser-beam once over from his dusty black boots to his sweat soaked do-rag.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
If he hadn't been so intent on not getting killed, he would have spent more time staring at those full, luscious, kissable lips and thinking about how she would taste. As it was, he guessed he had less than a minute to respond before getting blasted into the next county.

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Ruin of the Gods by Erin Hayes blitz


Ruin of the Gods
Erin Hayes
(The Elysium Legacies, #3)
Publication date: October 8th 2017
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Mythology
Hell hath no Fury.
Because she’s taking a vacation.
Officer Tessa Forney is a brilliant cop with a fiery temper and a predilection for toeing the line of the law. She’s good at her job too, much to the chagrin of her by-the-book partner Raph. She just always seems to be at the right place at the right time.
What Raph doesn’t know is that Tessa is actually Tisiphone, one of the Furies of ancient Greek mythology. After breaking up with her boyfriend of five-thousand-years because he cheated on her—bastard—Tisiphone is determined to take her anger out on the bad guys during her extended mortal vacation.
But when too many gods and goddesses suddenly decide to take time off, the balance of nature is thrown into disarray. And the consequences are far bigger than Tisiphone could have ever anticipated.
These gods aren’t going on vacation—they’re being kidnapped. And she will have to find them before it’s too late.
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I manage to make my way over to Vidal’s still form as his chest rises and falls with labored breaths. Blood soaks through his shirt, coating him from the wound, and a puddle of blood grows beneath him.
As I pull up to him, I realize that he’s still conscious. His eyes roam over me, taking in my green reptilian skin, before he blinks painfully.
“F…orney?” he grunts. “What…the fuck…was that?”
And he blissfully passes out. I have the presence of mind to camouflage myself enough to appear human again as I hold him to me and teleport directly to the hospital. I whirl on the first bewildered person I see as I shout, “Someone help me! Officer down!”


Author Bio:
Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.
She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she's an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.
You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.

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Monday, October 09, 2017

Gaming The System by Brenna Aubrey blitz


At Any Price
Brenna Aubrey
(Gaming the System #1)
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Achievement Unlocked: Geek Virgin
When Mia Strong, proud geek-girl and popular gaming blogger, auctions off her virginity online, she knows she’ll make waves. But what she will not be making is a love connection. Her rules are set in stone: One night. No further contact.
It’s a desperate step, but it’s the only way she can go to medical school and pay her mother’s mounting hospital bills.
Difficulty Level: Millionaire CEO
Adam Drake, the enigmatic auction winner, is a software prodigy who made his first million at seventeen. Now, in his mid-twenties, he’s sexy, driven and–as CEO of his own gaming company–he’s used to making the rules. Before Mia knows what’s happening, he’s found the loophole in the rules of her auction. Every stipulation she’s made to protect her heart gets tossed by the wayside.
She can’t tell if he’s playing her…or if he’s playing for keeps.
This New Adult book is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content and adult situations.
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Worth Any Cost
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Brenna Aubrey is a USA TODAY Bestselling Author of contemporary romance stories that center on geek culture.
She has always sought comfort in good books and the long, involved stories she weaves in her head. Brenna is a city girl with a nature-lover's heart. She therefore finds herself out in green open spaces any chance she can get. She's also a mom, teacher, geek girl, Francophile, unabashed video-game addict & eBook hoarder.
She currently resides on the west coast of the US with her husband, two children, and two adorable golden retriever pups.
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Friday, October 06, 2017

Cover reveal: Dark Paradise by Randi Cooley Wilson.


Dark Paradise
Randi Cooley Wilson
Publication date: November 15th 2018
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
When you lose the one person who gave your life meaning and purpose, how do you continue to exist without her? Your love. Your soul. Your only reason for breathing.
Dark, sexy, and dangerous Gage Gallagher exists in the shadows. A gargoyle cursed to live each moment of the rest of his existence with the death of his beloved mate, Camilla, eclipsing him. The wounds of his loss run deep and haunt him and to cope, he seeks answers. But this protector doesn’t play the rules. Gage could care less who he must hurt, or what he must do avenge his beloved. He’s reckless. A traitor amongst his kind. And he’s so far lost in the evil and darkness that rules his world, he doesn’t even see the bright light of innocence until she collides with him, heart first.
Nassa isn’t looking to be saved. The powerful sorceress of the Black Circles knows all about living with shadows that haunt your soul. She’s had a hard life and had to make tough choices, hardening her heart. And while her father is a demon king, she refuses to allow darkness to pull her down—until she meets Gage. Now, she drowns in it. Thrives in it. Craves it. And may even be falling in love with it.
When Nassa becomes captivated by Gage, she soon realizes the only thing they have in common is their undeniable mutual attraction. Yet, Gage clings to her because without his even realizing it, she’s become the reason he continues to breathe, and exist. When secrets are revealed and loyalties are tested, the two find themselves need each other in more ways than one. And Nassa soon finds out, Gage isn’t just hiding in the dark, he is the darkness. He’s her dark paradise.
Dark Paradise is the story of Gage Gallagher. It can be read as a stand-alone, or after the bestselling Revelation series and/or Royal Protector Academy novels. Intended for mature readers 18+ due to language, mild violence, and sexual situations.
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Randi Cooley Wilson is the bestselling author of The Revelation Series, The Royal Protector Academy Novels, The Dark Soul Trilogy, and "Covetousness" a Havenwood Falls Novella. She resides in Massachusetts with her husband and daughter.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Highland Promise spotlight tour!



Title: Highland Promise
Author: Alyson McLayne
Pub Date: October 3, 2017
ISBN: 9781492654506

Five boys destined to become Highland lairds are fostered together as brothers. Darach, Lachlan, Callum, Gavin and Kerr fight for their clans, for each other, and for their own true loves.

When forced to choose between duty and honor…
Darach MacKenzie vowed never again to let a woman near his heart after his betrothed betrayed him. It sparked an intense feud between his clan and the Frasers. With all-out war on the wind, Darach can’t be distracted—not even by a sweet and charming lass who desperately needs his help.

This Highland Laird will find a way to have both
When Darach rescued Caitlin MacInnes from the clutches of vile Laird Fraser, she vowed to never let men or misery rule her life again. With Darach and the MacKenzie clan, Caitlin finally feels safe. But when Laird Fraser shows up to claim what’s rightfully his, or go to war, Darach will have to use all his brawn and brains to protect Caitlin—even if it means losing his heart.

A stay-at-home mom of twins and award-winning writer, Alyson McLayne is a dog lover and cat servant with a serious stash of dark chocolate. After getting her degree in theater at the University of Alberta, she promptly moved to the west coast where she worked in film for several years and met her Prop Master husband. Website | Twitter | Facebook

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EXCERPT #1

“I’ll not be marrying the lass, Oslow, but if I did, she’d more than likely give me daughters. All of them looking like her, causing trouble. I’d be an old man in my grave before I was forty.”
“Nay. She’d give you sons. Braw lads as strong-minded and fearless as her. But if you’re not interested in the lass, I’ll introduce her to my Angus. He needs a wife, and I’m sure he’d be as smitten with her as Gare and Brodie.”
The blood heated in Darach’s veins, flushing his face. He looked toward the field, trying to make out what Caitlin and the two younger men were doing. Naught of consequence. Just playing with the kittens.
Playing with the kittens—like hell. Brodie was a right rogue with the lasses, and Gare was such a pitiful lad, caught betwixt man and boy, she’d want to save him just like she’d saved the baby bird. Most likely he’d try to make himself look as pathetic as possible with the hopes of ensnaring her, the devil.
Darach stood abruptly and made his way across the rocky shore to the field. Lachlan’s snort followed him. Sure enough, Gare and Brodie sat beside her, hanging on to every word. Scoundrels, both of them. He frowned, and they jumped to their feet. Let Caitlin see who was master and laird here—the most dominant MacKenzie male.
After sending them to Oslow, he sat on the grass beside her. She looked pleased to see him. Maybe now would be the time to tell her the kittens were going to the miller’s. He willed himself to begin, but one of the cats tumbled into his lap and mewed up at him. Bloody fiend.
“Och, would you look at that. He loves you, Darach. Maybe he will be called Justice, for he is drawn to you and you are the most just man I know.”
He puffed up and deflated at the same time. ’Twas a good decision to send the cats to the miller. Not only did it show Justice, but also Prudence, Fortitude, and Temperance. Surely she would see the right of it.
The kit ran up his body and batted his hair. Darach started in surprise. Grabbing it, he held the wee thing in front of him. The cat reached out and swatted his chin.
Caitlin fell sideways onto the grass, laughing. “You’ve ne’er had a cat before, have you?”
Darach grunted and brought the kitten closer. He had to admit it was sweet—big eyes and downy, soft fur. It suckled the stubble of his beard, and his heart turned over.
“They’re starved, poor babies,” she said. “He’s trying to nurse. All we had was water. It helped, but their bellies are empty.”
There would be lots of milk at the miller’s.
“Caitlin, I doona think…”
She gazed at him, her eyes wide, trusting. A happy glow surrounded her, and the words stuck in his throat. Maybe she could keep the kits ’til they were old enough to be on their own. House them in the kitchens and out of his sight and the sight of his dogs for a week or two. Then they could go to the miller.
“Aye, Darach?”
“’Tis naught, lass. We’ll be home soon and they can have their meal.”
Picking up a kitten, she held it close. “I think this little lass will be Temperance, for she’s the only female and needs to have much restraint to live with three brothers. It must be a trial, doona you think?”
“I lived with four brothers, and aye, ’twas a trial.”
A wistful look crossed her face. “I did so wish for a brother. Or a sister. But my parents were not blessed with bairns after me. Instead, I had lots of pets—cats, dogs, horses, and pigs.”
“Pigs?”
“Aye, pigs are wonderful pets. Although I caused such a fankle when my father wanted to butcher the dear thing, I was ne’er allowed to bond with a pig again.”
“And what happened to it?”
“I doona know. I lost more than just my parents the night of the fire. Verily, ’twas a torment. I longed for pets after that, but I feared to show favor to any creature, lest my uncle hurt the animal. I was verra careful when I fed Cloud apples. The guards who followed me knew, I’m sure, but one older guard in particular didn’t mind.” She turned to smile at the stallion tethered with the other horses. “I’m thankful you saved him too.”
His stomach soured at the insight into her life after her parents’ death, at how afraid, alone and sad she must have been. Yet she’d shown none of that to him or his men. And he knew she must have felt it—her heart was as big as the loch.
“I want you to have, Cloud,” he said suddenly. It was the least he could do.
Her eyes grew round. “Truly?”
“Aye. But wait to ride him until we return to the keep. I doona want him to spook and throw you out here. Let him get used to you in the stables first, aye?” Where he could have a healer on hand and spread out some hay to soften her fall.
With an excited holler, she threw her arms around his neck and almost knocked him backward. One arm settled around her waist, the other hovered just above her hair. The devil take him, he wanted to touch her, to hold her still for his kiss.







Letter to the Reader
Hello Lovely Readers!!

My name is Alyson McLayne, and I can’t tell you how excited I am to introduce you to my book, HIGHLAND PROMISE, a Scottish Highlander Romantic Adventure!

It’s the first book in my historical romance series, THE SONS OF GREGOR MACLEOD, starring five Highland Lairds, who were fostered together as lads to become brothers. Darach, Lachlan, Callum, Gavin, and Kerr fight for their clans, for each other, and for their own true love.

These Highland Lairds are a band of brothers, who will defend each other to the death—if they don’t kill each other first with their sharp wit and hilarious banter. They take their oaths seriously, whether it’s to bring peace to the Highlands and defend one another as friends and allies, or to razz each other so hard, only one brother is left standing—and then they’ll take him down too.

And the women they love? They have spirit, and tenacity, and they take care of others before they take care of themselves. They’re all different—their backgrounds, their struggles, their interests and talents—but at the core of each woman is a strength, compassion, and a capacity to love that brings their man to his knees.

Totally. Slayed.

Before I tell you about HIGHLAND PROMISE, here’s a little about me. J I live on the west coast of Canada with my adorable (aka annoying) 5 year old boy/girl twins; my sweet yet sarcastic husband (who just said he’s not sarcastic at all, he’s ironic!); my counter-surfing puppy, Jasper, who turns one year old the same day HIGHLAND PROMISE debuts (Happy Birthday, baby!!); and my 86 year old dad who gets a look on his face every time it’s mentioned there are—gasp—sex scenes in my books…but then goes on to tell me young people (meaning me) did not invent sex.

Ears…burning…must pour…hot oil…inside…

Speaking of ears, as I’m writing this, I have ear plugs in because my son is beside me in my office (aka my bedroom) building a fort under the covers on the bed, while my Slytherin-declaring daughter waits to knock it down, which results in WW3; Jasper hovers at the edge, barking, until he can’t stand it anymore and jumps onto the bed with the monsters, er, I mean children; my husband comes in and says something “ironic” about the chaos; and I stare fiercely at my computer screen determined to ignore it ALL—and thanking God my dad can turn his hearing aids OFF.

Just grist for the mill…grist for the mill…said all writer-moms everywhere.

            Okay. Onto the important part: HIGHLAND PROMISE! I started writing HIGHLAND PROMISE almost 10 years ago after reading ALL of Julie Garwood’s medieval-set historicals, most of which were set in the Highlands. I LOVED them. I don’t read a lot of books over and over, but I did hers. I found them completely captivating.

            I think HIGHLAND PROMISE captures that same tone and spirit: Caitlin MacInnes is the archetypal Waif/Free Spirit who turns the archetypal Chieftain, Laird Darach MacKenzie’s life upside down—and then spins it around and dribbles with it for a while. As Lachlan MacKay, Darach’s foster-brother, says of Darach’s and Caitlin’s courtship:

“I doona know when I’ve laughed so much as watching Darach trying to control [Caitlin] over the past few weeks. Her intentions are good, but she’s trouble. It follows her around like a faithful hound.”

Darach is undone by her. His heart, which he swore he’d NEVER give to another woman, is torn from his body and becomes putty in her hands. Of course, he doesn’t know that at first, and even when he finally figures it out, he doesn’t tell her—he’s a warrior, a leader of his people, not a poet. And Caitlin, who is determined to make Darach happy whether he wants her to or not, doesn’t believe there’s any possible way she can stay with him. She needs to leave the Highlands immediately and find her mother’s family in France.

’Cause there’s a whole lotta trouble on her tail (some might call it a shite storm—haha!) heading straight for Darach. But what Caitlin fails to realize is that Darach, along with his brothers and their clans, is strong enough to handle it.

War is coming. Caitlin didn’t start the blood feud between the Frasers and the MacKenzies, nay, Laird Fraser and his sister, Darach’s former betrothed, did that, but she will be the catalyst that ends it—pinning the good men of the Highlands against a monster.

And hopefully winning.

(Well of course they win, and of course Darach and Caitlin live happily ever after—it’s a romance, after all!!)

Now go—before I start rambling and give too much away. Read the words and feel the feels. Fall in love with both Darach and Caitlin…and prepare yourself for Lachlan’s story next.

Smooches,

Alyson McLayne

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