Warrior by Cara Bristol

She stared at the bloodied body. “Is Grogan dead?”Urazi knelt and checked for a pulse against the alpha’s neck. “Yes.” He peered up at her.“Who is he to you? Has he used you?”

“Monto, no!” she gasped, not considering the alpha’s intentions pertinent. “Grogan is the

leader of the Guerilla Resistance against Qalin and Artom, which I have joined,” she explained.

Urazi’s eyes narrowed, and she added, “Grogan was training me and other breeders to fight.”

Breeders could approach a sentry without arousing his suspicion then immobilize him, allowing

male guerillas to storm the post and secure it. She thrust back her shoulders with defiant pride.

She, a female, was capable of supporting the war effort in a productive way.

Urazi rose to his feet to examine the paper target. “You are an excellent sharpshooter, but

winning a battle requires more than skill with a crossbow. You would not fare well in hand-to-
hand combat.”

Anika shrugged. “If I have a crossbow, I will not need to engage in hand-to-hand combat.”

“Did it help you today?” Urazi strode to Grogan’s body, and yanked up his bloodied

uniform shirt. Attached to the alpha’s nipple was an insignia ring. Urazi unclipped it and carried

it over to her.

Anika stared. A single star. Province one. Qalin.

“You have joined with the enemy to strike against your own people? You would betray your

Alpha? Your sibling?”

Qalin’s insignia lay in Urazi’s palm, damning, but untrue. So untrue. “No! How could you

say that? The Resistance plans to strike against Qalin. Against Artom.”

Urazi tucked the star into his uniform pouch.

“But maybe Grogan is an infiltrator acting alone,” she argued, fighting against the insidious

memories; the ease with which she’d been accepted into the camp when her comrades learned of

her familiarity with both Marlix’s and Dak’s provinces; Grogan’s constant but subtle questions

about locations. He’d asked if she’d ever encountered Marlix himself. At the time, she’d feigned

ignorance of the latter, fearing they would send her back to him.

Anika clutched her throat. What if Urazi’s accusation was correct?

“If he were an ordinary alpha or beta, I might concede it possible. But he is—by your

account—the leader. I do not believe in coincidence. I have been observing the camp. Neither

Marlix nor Dak would have sent females into combat.

“The Resistance you are so proud to be a part of is using you as expendable cannon fodder.”


Warrior
Breeder Series
Book 3
Cara Bristol
Genre: Sci-fi/fantasy romance
Date of Publication:  Oct. 21, 2014
ISBN: 978-0-9908052-0-5
ASIN:
Number of pages:
Word Count: 65K
Cover Artist: Mina Carter
Book Description:
A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

 
Each book in this series can be read as a stand alone
 
About the Author:
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently calls Missouri home. She has a husband and two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling the world.
Twitter: @CaraBristol

 

Whisper the Dead by Alyxandra Harvey

Excerpt:

The contrast between fighting off the Rovers and pasting a polite smile on her face for the single sons

of earls was too stark. Residual magic burned through her. She was surprised the air around her didn’t

crackle. Her mother shouldn’t begrudge her a stolen moment in the library, not if the alternative involved

magic shooting off the ends of her hair. Hardly subtle.

Not to mention hardly marriageable material.

On second thought….

Better not. She’d already pushed her luck by going off with Godric.

Egyptian onion farming it was then. She walked along the book shelves, reading titles and

glancing into the glass-fronted cabinets that held Lord Worthing’s collection of painted globes. It was dull

and dusty and soothing. Her witch knot stopped aching.

Until someone grabbed her arm, yanking it behind her back and spinning her around. Her check

pressed to the cold glass of a curio cabinet. Pain shot up to her elbow when she tried to move. “Who

are you?” a man’s asked, his voice quiet and cold in her ear.

“Who am I?” she barked back. “Who the hell are you?” He evaded the kick she aimed at his most

sensitive parts. Her skirts wrapped around her knees, hobbling and infuriating her. He turned her roughly

around.

Tobias Lawless.

She wasn’t sure which of the two of them was more surprised.

Someone so chilly and perfect and wearing such a flawless cravat shouldn’t be mauling ladies in

dark libraries. He also shouldn’t have several short iron daggers tucked inside his cutaway coat. It

probably said something unsavory about her character that the sight of those daggers made her like him a

bit more. But only a little bit.

“Let me go,” she yanked savagely down, breaking his hold. He didn’t move back, and his body

continued to block her against the cabinets. The glass rattled.

“What are you doing?” he stepped closer still. She had to tilt her chin up.

“I am currently being accosted,” she snapped, driving the heel of her shoe into the top of his foot. He fell

back a step, growling in his throat. Growling. He really didn’t seem the type.

She made a proper fist, not like the ones girls made when they hadn’t practiced before. She’d

already punched a Rover tonight. She was very comfortable punching Tobias, Lord Killingsworth. Eager,

in fact.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked finally. “Are you drunk?”

“Certainly not.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I’m the one being mauled and yet you take offense?”

“I can smell it on you,” he answered which was no answer at all. “There’s no use prevaricating.”

“I don’t usually bother lying about perfume,” she replied, now more bewildered than concerned.

“Not perfume,” he ground out, as if she was the frustrating one. “Dark magic.”

Her eyes narrowed to angry slits. “I beg your pardon.”

“As you should.”

She aimed for his head. It was big and fat and so perfectly groomed, how could she miss?

He caught her wrist and squeezed. Hard. He shouldn’t have been fast enough.

An iron-nail pendant in the shape of a wheel slipped out from under his collar. Gretchen stared at

it, then transferred her glare to his haughty, unkindly beautiful face. “I knew it.” She gave him a smile

better suited to one of the animals in the zoological gardens. “You’re a bloody Keeper.”



Whisper the Dead
The Lovegrove Legacy
Book Two
Alyxandra Harvey
Genre: YA, YA historical paranormal, witches
Publisher: Bloomsbury
Date of Publication: Oct 7,2014
Word Count: 100 000
Book Description:
Gretchen is struggling with her newfound gift as a Whisperer; the constant buzzing in her ears from detecting spells is more frustrating than fun, especially when she is spending time with one of the Order of Iron Nail’s Keepers, the icy but strikingly handsome Tobias Lawless.
But while Gretchen tries to hide the truth and resolve her feelings for him, London fades from beautiful and bustling to deathly silent …Something evil is once again menacing Mayfair, and Gretchen and her cousins must use their powers to prevent a horrible sacrifice
Available at Amazon
About the Author:
Alyxandra Harvey lives in a stone Victorian house in Ontario, Canada with a few resident ghosts who are allowed to stay as long as they keep company manners. She loves medieval dresses, used to be able to recite all of The Lady of Shalott by Tennyson, and has been accused, more than once, of being born in the wrong century. She believes this to be mostly true except for the fact that she really likes running water, women’s rights, and ice cream.

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Beacon of Sound by R.M. Garry

Prologue

Ahmose Sept Anno held her daughter’s hand close. They were completing a nightly

ritual. Her young daughter Marie loved to take long walks and they always walked in the park or

open field behind the aquatic complex. The scent of freshly cut grass and nature always left them

feeling peaceful, and her young daughter needed to walk in order to remain calm. At the age of

12 the child had already shown amazing power through music.

Marie could recreate any sound she had ever heard on any instrument. While she clung

to the cello as if it was her very breath, she took every opportunity to touch all instruments.

Ahmose took her to Naples once a week to play the piano at a studio. From the small, migrant

community of Immokalee in which they called home, the journey usually took about an hour. It

was worth the long drive because the joy and light in Marie’s eyes filled Ahmose with love.

She had been raising Marie alone since she fled her homeland with her mother and house

sisters. They had all since split in hopes of hiding from the darkness that was out for their blood

and power. Ahmose’s mother spent hours weaving spells from the wind in order to preempt

any strikes against them. They had both decided that Marie would be encouraged to pursue her

passion for music but would never be allowed to learn about the significance of her power. As

long as Marie did not open herself to the Ether, no one would know of her existence. Every time

Marie asked about her abilities, they just told her she was special and loved by all Gods.

No matter how much she masked her powers, Ahmose knew danger was only a heartbeat

away. She and her mother both felt it, and every day they felt the dark powers in Immokalee

growing. Something had finally caught up with them. They worked even harder to protect Marie.

Ahmose was not afraid of dying; she was afraid that both her and Gran would be killed leaving

Marie at the mercy of the Dera, and she could never allow that to happen. Once this walk was

over, she would double her efforts and pull more power from the new God they now served.

After hiding in Haiti, their powers had been recognized by the Haitian Vodou Loa Loko.

He was the only God that could make an individual a Hougan or Mambo. He had borne witness

to their past and had blessed them with power, protection, and safe passage to the United States.

They could never reveal their power to others or attempt to reconnect with their former God the

Ether. If they chose to break that vow, they would be left open to danger and never allowed back

For many reasons, Marie’s powers had to be suppressed. They would have to willingly

sacrifice themselves in order to help Marie gain her full powers. They would have to return to the

Ether and leave Marie behind, and they were not willing to do that. As long as they both lived,

the young, powerful musician that she had given birth to would be safe and remain alive.

“Mommy, did you hear me?” Marie’s soft voice floated to her ears.

“Yes, dearest, I heard you. What instrument do you want to play now?” Ahmose replied.

“I had a dream about an Erhu. The music was so beautiful and sad, and the woman

playing it had glowing eyes. She looked as though she wanted to cry but had to hold it in. The

Erhu was crying for her and telling the world of her sadness.”

Ahmose drew in a sharp breath. The instruments were starting to call Marie, she thought.

They were showing her the future. The Erhu is a Chinese violin. It had been used for centuries

by different ethnic groups in China and throughout the world to convey emotions through music.

Their neighbor Lan Yi had only played the instrument once in Marie’s presence but Marie was

Before she could speak, she heard the sound of walking thunder.

The thunder was not coming from the sky; it was more of a thundering vibration that

was coming towards them. Her heart began to race. They were here, and they were going to take

“Run daughter! Do not question me, just run!” Ahmose cried out.

They began to run and Ahmose called to the Vodou Loa Loko and began to draw on her

powers as a mambo. She called for a spell of protection which descended upon her as she began

Ahmose had a moment of relief that was immediately shattered as she realized that

Marie was not covered by her protection. Loko would only protect the Hougans and Mambos,

and Marie had not yet been inducted into that life. She would be protected while the life of her

“Manman, what is that?” asked Marie. “I hear dark music. It is so scary.”

“Hush my daughter. I will protect you.”

Without warning, Ahmose and Marie were frozen still. Dark hands wrapped around

Ahmose’s throat and she began to wheeze. The hands squeezed tighter and tighter. Marie saw the

“Rete w ap toufe l’! Stop, you’re choking her! Mommy, mommy!” screamed Marie as

The hands around her throat began to ease. A second pair of hands began to close around

Marie’s throat. Ahmose did not think or hesitate.

“Do not cry daughter. Let the Erhu cry for you!”

Ahmose called forward her power of Earth. “I call on the power of Earth. Bind and

protect my daughter, Marie Sept Anno. I open myself to the Ether. May its blessing be upon my

There was a sound of fibers ripping as dark brown waves poured from the Sky and into

Ahmose. She immediately shot her hands forward and ripped through the dark body strangling

Marie. Marie started to wheeze, then caught her breath. The dark powers began to disappear

except for one. She heard a familiar voice say, “What shall be our payment, Loko? Your mambo

has broken her vow. You must pay the cost of her treason.” The figure then began to laugh.

Ahmose was prepared and knew what was coming. In an instant, her protective shields

vanished and the dark hands returned to her throat. “I shall finally have your power, Beacon

of Earth.” Ahmose would never let her powers be drained; she made her final sacrifice for her

daughter. “Thank you, Loko, for your protection. My family will never be able to repay you. I

take my punishment freely for breaking my vow.”

She looked at Marie and whispered, “I love you, Marie, daughter of my land.”

“Mommy, what are you saying? Let her go, please let her go!”

Ahmose looked to the sky as her throat began to close. “I call to the Ether, return me to

your peace. Take Marie, the beacon of my womb, as my gift and sacrifice. Send my power to

your first daughter, my mother. May it be there when she’s ready to receive your blessings? Oh

A flash of light hit the sky and blue power poured into Marie. Ahmose took one last

breath and died. The dark power left her body in a heap on the ground as the figure of a woman

shrouded by darkness moved towards Marie with malevolent intent. As she got close, a strong

wind blew her away. The wind wrapped itself around Marie who was lying on top of her

mother’s body. “Manman, please wake up! It’s okay, you can breathe now. The mean lady is

gone.” The wind blew in Marie’s ears and whispered “Don’t cry daughter; let the Erhu cry for

Marie began to shiver as waves of blue light began to flow from her body. A sad melody

filled the air, it was the music of an Erhu. Jia Peng Fang’s “Cherry Blossoms” could be heard

throughout the field and down the block. Marie shook and shivered but she never cried. She

felt the wind return and her body was lifted off of her mother. Ahmose’s body rose up into the

air and began to turn into brown waves and wind. The waves mixed with the wind and started

floating away as the music grew louder. The brown waves wound themselves around Marie and

lifted her up. After a few minutes, she was place on the ground and the waves disappeared into

the sky. Marie laid down and did not get up. She waited in that very spot, hoping to wake up

Femi Sept Anno felt the moment her daughter left the mortal plain. She felt her heart

breaking. She put her fist to her mouth and held back her tears. She called out to the winds, “Find

my granddaughter!” The winds obeyed and took her to Marie. She found Marie lying on the

ground. Ahmose was gone. “Marie! Come to me! Let me take you home.” It was then that Marie

opened her eyes as Femi saw something that she had prayed to never see in her granddaughter’s

eyes. The innocent girl she loved was gone. Sadness, fear, and hopelessness were the only things

left in her brown, almost mortal eyes. She lifted her granddaughter into her arms and went home.

This was only the beginning. One day she would have to give up the mortal world in order to

protect Marie. Until that time, they would go home.


Beacon of Sound
The Noir Dera     
Book 1
R.M. Garry
Genre: Paranormal Romance
ISBN: 9781310047725
ASIN: B00LSSP92C
Number of pages: 247
Word Count: 86,260
Cover Artist: Brandi Doane McCann
Book Description:
There is no way to fight desire and destiny. Marie is going to learn that the only way to win is to give in.
Marie DeLou has everything a successful counselor could ever want. Her mental health practice is thriving and she can help most clients without trying. In addition to a great career, she’s married to a sexy, doting neurologist. Marie has convinced herself that her perfect life is quiet and nothing will change it. Little does she know that a freight train of a man named Patrick Alvang is about to tear right through her quiet existence and turn the world as she knows it upside down.
Prince Patrick Alvang of the Noir Dera has one job to do. His mission is to reveal the truth to Marie and save her from the danger lurking within her walls. The plan is simple that is, until he gets to know the damsel in distress and decides he wants to devour her instead. Saying that Marie is stubborn would be an understatement, so he’ll have to play dirty if he wants to save the damsel and claim Marie as his Na-Ou. Saving a reluctant woman is hard work, but Patrick is sure to enjoy every last erotic second of his undertaking.
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About the Author:

R.M. Garry lives with her three male children a.k.a the wolf pack and her husband of 12 years.
Writing allows her to maintain her sanity while juggling her world.
Her goal is to give readers a brief escape from the realities of their world.
When she isn’t writing, R.M. is reading and keeping up with her favorite authors. 
For updates and book information readers can visit
Twitter: @authorrmgarry
         

Sex, Love, and Aliens

TANGLED WEBS EXCERPT:

Turning away from her position, Gia caught sight of movement from the corner of her

eye. This time she looked out the window and in her garden was a Ba’Tua male.

“Holy hell, what’s he doing here?”

Gia headed for the door just as Cedun was removing his Montgomery Industries t-shirt by

the side of the pool. Her mind was sluggish and her coordination impaired, and she slammed into

the edge of the door as she scurried through it.

“Shit!” The curse escaped her mouth as she kept moving, her hand rubbing the injured

section of her side. “Cedun, what the hell are you doing in my backyard?” In her haste, she

didn’t see the hose on the deck and tripped.

She did notice the bright violet of his eyes—wide and startled—and the bronzed rippling

muscles as she cartwheeled, flailing for something to grab onto, then she was falling backward.

It’s all so slow! A thunk sound married with the explosion of pain in her head.

The water closed around her and invaded her mouth and lungs. Her chest burned as the

water weighed her down. Just as it all seemed too much, strong, vise-like arms slid around her

middle, hauling her up to the surface.

“Do not struggle, Gia. Let me help you.” He did, hauling her out of the pool and laying

her flat on the concrete.

Then he rolled her over as she hacked and coughed. Water gushed from her mouth and

nose, and she moaned once the indignity was over.

“Now, De’ Gia, tell me why you ran out of the house and threw yourself into the pool.

De’ Valerie told me that you had been removed from your post. It cannot be that which is

distressing?”

“Job,” she corrected, quietly hoping to stop his liquid voice. Her head and chest ached

viciously, and all she wanted was bed. “I want to go to bed.”

Cedun stilled. “Is that not precipitous?” A smiled crept over his face, and it turned her

insides to molten lava.

Clarity speared her. Their grasp of the English language was literal. She said she wanted

to go to bed and was speaking to him, ergo, he thought sex. Horror filled her.

Cedun was probably the most relaxed and least repressed of all the Ba’Tua she’d met.

Gia also suspected he’d been involved with Valerie for some time. After all, Valerie was still

young at forty-two.

Gia groped for his t-shirt, meaning to push him away. The realization of being so close

to Cedun’s muscular and unclothed chest flooded her as her hands made contact with hard and

well-formed naked flesh. He’d removed that covering before her fall into the pool. Heat flared

beneath her fingers as her heart rate sped up. “Cedun, I didn’t mean…”

He chuckled. “I laugh with you, De’ Gia.”

She struggled to free herself. “Go laugh with someone else.”

THE SPACESHIP CAPTAIN’S WIFE EXCERPT:

Why am I doing this to myself? Damn, if I didn’t need the money… But he did.

As the girl came to kneel beside her father, Ric realized he’d rather face a laser pistol-
wielding hijacker than this woman. The traditional charado robe that consisted of many layers

of light, sheer fabric did nothing to hide the outline of her body. His mouth went dry and sweat

stung his eyes.

The older woman offered him a light meal of native Darooian nuts and fruit. Ric shook

his head. He didn’t want to risk polluting himself with radiated food. But this transaction was too

important for him to offend them.

“Forgive me, I am far too full of…of joy to eat,” Ric said.

Marit’s woman gazed at him for a moment. Her shrewd eyes narrowed with doubt, but

she nodded and pulled the offered tray away.

The kneeling girl was so still he couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. His host was

watching the silent female with an unfathomable sorrow. Then he turned to study Ric without

speaking for a drawn out length of anxiety-filled time. Ric fidgeted nervously.

Oh damn, I hope I haven’t blown this. I’ll lose the ship without this deal. Ric tried to hide

his worry from the other man by keeping his face expressionless.

“We only eat food that arrives in bio locked containers. Our offering is safe. Kateri has

not left this house since she was a girl of ten. She has spent half her life hiding from death, it’s

long past time she was allowed to live,” said Marit in the gentle tone. There was no anger or

censor on his face, just sadness.

The quiet girl flinched. The movement was subtle, but Ric was used to watching for the

slightest tells during negotiations. The girl’s posture stiffened.

So she was twenty. He relaxed a bit. She was a decade younger than he was, but at least

she wasn’t some underage child.

Embarrassed, Ric looked away. “Forgive me,” he said, unsure if he was apologizing for

the planet’s destruction or his behavior.

“You have nothing to apologize for. Caution is an admirable trait. Integrity is another

thing I respect. She will make a good wife…”

Marit paused as a string of quickly spoken Dar, their language, interrupted him. Her

outraged voice drifted up from under the veils and proved she had a bit of spirit.

The older man’s fatherly tone ebbed between anger and softness. Ric only caught a few

words, but he was almost positive the girl hadn’t known she was part of the conditions for this

export.

When she was silent, Ric could see her shaking. The strangest urge to comfort her

came over him, but he shoved it away. Perhaps it was the camaraderie of being tricked, but the

protectiveness her reaction stirred in him didn’t go away.

She muttered something, and he fought to suppress his grin. He had the most

inappropriate urge to peek under her veil and see her expression. Was she seething with rage,

or was she pouting? He wanted to know. The veil tormented his naturally overactive Metrician

curiosity.

“Kateri is a good girl, dutiful. She is…uncomfortable leaving her family behind,” said the

anxious man democratically.

Ric cleared his throat awkwardly. He could respect the answer. If he truly cared about

anyone, he wouldn’t want to leave them to die either. A planet hadn’t died since the days of old

Earth. Pain squeezed his heart in a metaphoric vise. Guilt. His people treated their world like it

was garbage, and yet Metricia would live on long after Daroo was space dust.

“Don’t look so dour, Captain Aydric Julius. We will die with our gods, but our daughter

will live on for us and remember our names. Saving her life is worth risking my soul,” Marit said

quietly. “She is the most precious gem in your cargo.”

Ric nodded. No one had ever loved him as this man loved his daughter. It was astounding

and humbling to be entrusted with her life. He’d never wanted such a responsibility thrust on

him, but now that it was, he couldn’t turn them down.

Is she willing to marry a stranger? What am I getting myself into?

Ric could tell the girl was looking at him. He wanted to talk to her and make sure she was

willing. He didn’t believe in much, but his honor mattered to him.

HIS HUMAN EXCERPT:

“Why do you want to go to Earth so bad?” Elara asked.

Rogue didn’t answer readily, instead, he appraised her, his gaze lingering on her sweat-
soaked blouse. “You haven’t been here long, woman, but surely long enough to see this planet

rivals the hell that the humans make us read about. It’s dry here, hot enough to melt the skin

right off your body during certain seasons. Those tunnels you saw dotting the landscape, those

were burrowed by one of US-2’s many creatures. Leave my side, and they’ll snatch you up and

swallow you whole. It’d probably be an easier death than you deserve.”

“Excuse me?” Elara glared at him. “Did you keep me alive to insult me to death?”

“Why would you sign up to take men as slaves, take them to a war they can’t even

understand?”

“I’m not the bad guy here!” Her voice echoed through the cave, the sound suddenly

making her feel more brave.

“Neither am I. Unless I’m crossed.” He stood, still nude, his well-muscled body towering

over her. “Now that you’re my captive, perhaps you can appreciate what we are fighting for.

Freedom.” With that, the clone walked away from her. She glanced away, trying to avoid

looking at the well-carved butt cheeks as the massive soldier walked away. He had a perfect

body. The kind of body that was built to kill.

Elara’s mind spun. Not only had two clones tried to rape her, but her epic plan to seduce

Rogue didn’t work. He’d never before had a woman, and she still couldn’t please him. Yet he’d

protected her from those men.

As far as Rogue was concerned, she wasn’t sure what happened. He’d seemed so close to

coming. He’d moaned, but then he’d been disgusted by her, shoving her away. She should have

been happy that his cum didn’t fill her mouth, but it also meant her death.

But if he was going to kill her, why didn’t he just leave her to those men?

Finally alone, the terror of the day washed over her. She’d watched her peers murdered,

she’d gone down on her captor, and she’d nearly been raped by two killers. Tears leaked down

her cheeks, quickly dried by the intense heat on US-2.

Just as soon as he’d left, Rogue returned. His strong hand pulled her out of the fetal

position to face him. When he saw her tears, he sneered in disgust. “I’m leaving to retrieve

rations. Don’t try to escape.”

Hope bloomed within her. Of course she’d try to escape. Was this clone daft? She just

never thought she’d be left alone to try.

Elara thought back to the initial attack on the space shuttle. The interior had sustained

damage, but clearly the clones had been careful, obviously planning to try to take it to Earth

themselves.

Rogue pulled on his military cargo shorts, not bothering with a shirt. He pulled a sachet

of lotion out of his pocket and slathered it over his hard chest and chiseled stomach. It was a

body meant to punish.

She barely heard Rogue’s final warning before he departed. Something about danger.

Duh. Elara may have been surrounded by a planet of rebel clones, but she was a military captain,

specially chosen for this very mission. Her femme fatale Plan A had failed, but now she had no

other choice but to try to ass kick her way off this planet. She was sure as dead anyway, might as

well die trying.

GRAVITATION EXCERPT:

Niah’s leg must be healing nicely if he was able to move around to her side of the cold

fire pit. She should be feeling fear because now he could easily overpower her. Kill her. Only he

did neither. He just laid there with his hand on her hip and his eyes staring deeply into her own.

This was wrong. So horribly wrong.

And yet…it didn’t feel wrong.

And that scared her more than anything.

“Shh,” he whispered, and his hand ran soothing circles across her hip bone.

Bree closed her eyes because she couldn’t stand looking at him anymore, couldn’t face

the attraction she was developing. And somehow she must have fallen asleep because the next

time she opened her eyes it was daylight.

She sat up quickly, looking around. Niah was gone. His leg splints were in a nice pile,

the only testament that he’d been there. She ignored the stab of pain that pierced through her and

told herself it was better this way. He had gone back to his people, to where he came from. It was

time she went to where she belonged.

As she gathered her things and slipped her backpack over her shoulders, she thought

about when she asked him to save one life as a thank you. Well, it seemed like he’d done just

that.

He’d spared hers.

Sex, Love, and Aliens
Volume 1
This anthology includes stories by
Imogene Nix, Ashlynn Monroe,
Jaye Shields, and  Beth D. Carter
Genre: Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance
Publisher: Beachwalk Press, Inc.
Date of Publication: October 20, 2014
ISBN: 9781940744490
ASIN:
Number of pages: 197
Word Count: 70,000
Cover Artist: Fantasia Frog Designs
Book Description:
TANGLED WEBS by Imogene Nix
In the course of a single day Gia Montgomery loses her job and discovers that her boyfriend—now ex-boyfriend—is a two-timing sleaze. After downing a bottle of wine, she catches sight of Cedun in her backyard. He’s the Ba’Tua heir who has been living on Earth for several years. Gia struggles to ignore the strong attraction between them, because she’s sure he’s seeing someone else. Someone very close to her, in fact.
When the situation with her ex turns nasty, Cedun finally has a chance to set things straight between himself and Gia, but nothing is as simple as it seems. Cedun must protect Gia and sort out an impossible love-life tangle before it’s too late.
Content Warning: this title contains sexy aliens and feisty heroines, together with enough action—of every kind—to keep readers on the edge of their seats
THE SPACESHIP CAPTAIN’S Wife by Ashlynn Monroe
Some treasures are the hardest to see.
On a dying planet, treasure waits for an honorable man to claim it. Captain Ric Julius believes the cargo of gems is what he’s come for, but there is one jewel he never expected. Her name is Kateri, and she changes everything.
Saving the woman’s life, and making a fortune in the process, requires only one thing of Ric—his freedom. In order to obtain the gems he has to agree to take Kateri to safety…and to make her his wife. Every man has a price, but is Ric willing to pay in full on a debt he owes to a dead man on a decomposing world?
Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes
HIS HUMAN by Jaye Shields
Can a human clone trained to kill also learn to love?
Elara Roberts is the captain of a space shuttle sent to retrieve a group of cloned soldiers from the planet US-2. As soon as she lands, the shuttle is overtaken and all of her men killed.
Svarog aka Rogue, is the leader of a rebel group of clones who desire freedom. He’s been trained his entire life for one thing—to kill. But when he lays eyes on Elara, the only woman he’s ever seen, his first instinct is to love. Taking her for himself, his new mission becomes exploring the body of the creature, and punishing any other clone male who dares come close.
Elara witnessed how easily Rogue killed her men and fears she is next. But instead, the beast seems curious and more lustful than anything else. Her best survival strategy is to play along. But when she gets a chance to escape she realizes she may not be ready to leave Rogue behind.
Content Warning: this story includes a deadly, devastatingly sexy clone who isn’t above foul language and dirty sex
GRAVITATION by Beth D. Carter
Can Bree and Niah’s love overcome their species being at war with one another?
Bree has spent her whole life hiding from the aliens who destroyed what was once Earth. When she stumbles across a wounded alien, common sense tells her to kill him before he can kill her, but her compassionate side refuses to obey. Instead, she helps him.
The two forge a temporary truce when they’re forced to band together for protection. But as the days slip by, the alien Niah won’t leave her, and as friendship gives way to something more, she can’t help but wonder when, or if, them being on opposite sides will break the fragile bonds of love forming between them.
Content Warning: contains sexual content, strong language, and some violence
Available at   Beachwalk Press     Amazon    BN    ARe     Kobo

 

 About the Authors
IMOGENE NIX
Imogene is a mother of two, compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire types).
Imogene has tried many varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels as the absolute highlight.
In her mother and wife alter ego, she has traveled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.
ASHLYNN MONROE
Ashlynn Monroe is a busy working mom. She loves her kids and family. Her greatest joy is creating stories to entertain others, and she hopes they bring a little more romance into the world. She’s been writing since her teens, for her own enjoyment, but decided in her thirties to share her imagination with readers. Ashlynn enjoys biking, camping, reading, video games, and filling her home and life with love. If she’s not working or chasing her children, you can find her daydreaming up her next tale of romance.
JAYE SHIELDS
Jaye Shields is a flight attendant by day and romance author by night. Her addictions include reading, travel, and other activities not even a romance writer will confess to. She’s in a committed love affair with her readers, so don’t be shy!
BETH D. CARTER
Beth likes writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so her heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors, or corporate highrollers. She tries to write characters who aren’t cookie-cutter and pushes herself to write complicated situations that she has no idea how to resolve, forcing herself to think outside the box. She loves writing characters who are real, complex, and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
Beth has been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. She’s lived in France and traveled throughout Europe, Australia, and New Zealand. She’s a mom to an amazing little boy, and she’s surrounded by friends and family. She hates washing dishes but loves cooking, hates washing clothes but loves wearing them. Her favorite color is red, but she looks best in black (it’s slimming). She hates people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and people who are rude and condescending. She especially hates discrimination in all and every form. And although she loves holding a book in her hand, she absolutely adores her ereader, whom she’s named Ruby.
 

 

Seraphina: Initiation by Sheena Hutchinson

 

I’m walking along the long clif in my new backyard, enjoying the gorgeous scenery. I’m

basking in the sun, breathing in the fresh outdoor air, and feeling the wind whip my hair around

my face. I look back at my new home behind me and sigh as my mind automatically thinks of

Nate. I lie down in the grass, feeling the wind whipping around my hair and the grass grazing

my legs ever so slightly. Again I let my mind wander to thoughts of wondering if I ever would

have moved out of my parent’s house had it not been for Nate. What would my life have been

like? Would I have stayed at the of ice until retirement in quiet misery? Breaking me out of my

moment I think I hear someone shouting my name. I look around, but I’m alone here in my new

backyard. Where is that noise coming from? I shrug my shoulders and try to continue my

thought processes, but a part of me is still on alert. There it is again, my name, Sera! I finally

climb to my feet and look through the glass wall of our house. Nate isn’t there. I must be

imagining things.

Maybe my senses are just extra sensitive today. I begin to walk along the clif and I hear it a

little louder now. Sera! I glance out over the clif and the winding river below that continues far

into the distance. SERA! Finally my eyes lock on something in the river below, Nate.

What I’m not expecting is the hand that’s holding his head under water is big, clawed, and

belongs to none other than Gabe. Gabe, the hunk from the of ice that tried to kill me only a few

short days ago. His eyes are no longer green, they are all black and staring straight up at me

like he’s tempting me to do something about it. He lifts Nate’s head back up as he tries to catch

his breath while gulping down chunks of water. Nate’s arms are flailing around trying to grab

onto something to defend himself, no to avail. “Sera!” he sputters out before Gabe shoves his

head back down into the water. This time I know he’s not going to let him back up for air. He

will kill him. There is no time, no thinking, Nate needs me. I extend my arms out like a bird’s

wings, somewhere inside me I feel like I can fly. I dive of the clif to help Nate. I open my eyes

to see, it’s working! I have wings, big white glorious wings and… I’m flying! I think excitedly as

my eyes lock on Gabe’s dark ones only instead of the fear I expect to see, he laughs at me. A

strange, haunting laugh like he wanted this to happen.

I land on the ground hard before my eyes fly open. Nate is on top of me screaming words

my mind can’t quite make out yet. I glance around in shock, I’m outside in the grass by the cliff.

Stars are sparkling above me and in a stupor of confusion my mind is trying to make out what

Nate is yelling.

“Sera! What were you doing? Tell me what was that?” his hands are shaking in anger.

“What?” I don’t seem to understand, “What happened?” I ask shaking my head as I begin

to sit up.

“What do you mean? You were about to jump off the cliff!” he yells putting his hands on

his head and paces back and forth in front of me.

“But, I was dreaming…” I try putting my thoughts together.

“Sera, I heard you walking past my office so I followed you out here and you were about to

jump! I dived at you at the last minute and caught you just in time!” He states angrily waiting

for an explanation.

I’m so confused. “I was dreaming you were in the river and I needed to save you, I was

flying down to save you…it was a dream, at least I thought it was…” I rub my forehead.

Processing what I had just said with his silent angry face he finally softens and states, “Let’s

get you back to bed,” before picking me up and carrying me back inside the house. By the time

he’s climbing the stairs, I find myself nodding back off to sleep in his arms. I can feel him

tucking me in and his footsteps trace back to the door. Suddenly I’m wide­awake, frightened

that I could sleep walk again.

“Wait, Nate!” I softly yell.

“Yes?” he responds over his shoulder pausing in the doorway.

“Please don’t leave. I’m scared to go to sleep.” I admit quietly. He doesn’t have to respond I

know he will stay. He probably wanted to anyway knowing his overprotective self. He walks

back to the other side of the room, grabs the green chair from the corner, and pulls it up beside

my bed. Leaning back he puts his feet up on the edge of the bed, I can’t tell if he’s sleeping or

not but I feel better knowing that he’s there.

I roll over facing away from him as I try to close my eyes. Instead of drifting to sleep again,

I find my mind wandering to how I could have walked all that way unconscious, what would

have happened if I had jumped? How could this happen? Is this another gift? Or is it a curse?

Unable to sleep, I roll back to face Nate. The moon is shining in through my window falling on

Nate’s face. His eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful, but I know he’s not going to get any

sleep tonight. I find myself wondering what I would do without him. Finally, unconsciousness

finds me as I’m falling asleep wondering how I won the Angel lottery.

 

 


Seraphina: Initiation
Seraphina Series
Book Two
Sheena Hutchinson
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Hutchinson Publishing
Date of Publication: 10/20/2014
ISBN: 1502319608
ASIN: B00NE4Q7J2
Number of pages: 200
Word Count:  60,000
Cover Artist: Andrea Garcia
Book Description:
Seraphina Cross is unexpectedly thrown into this crazy, spiritual world of Angels versus Demons. Never did she expect to meet Nate who was just a figment of her imagination until last week. Now she finds herself moving in with him because of her innate responsibility to protect her loved ones from harm.
Finally beginning to feel at home in her new house and with her new relationship. Nate begins training Sera in all that she can do, surprising even himself at times.
Just when she is starting to feel safe and powerful, the Devil finds a new way to attack her at her most vulnerable.
When her dreams are no longer a gift, can Sera control the powers needed to defeat what’s coming before Lucifer fulfills his promise to her?

 

Available at Amazon  Amazon UK
 
Currently available on pre-order for just .99
 
About the Author:
Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can’t seem to hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny has lead her back to her true passion for writing. 
She constantly strives to be a positive role model and writes stories that empower and inspire. Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after.
 
While God is currently still writing her love story, she continues to put all her effort into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.
For more info, updates, and fun facts visit her website at www.SheenaHutchinson.com

www.amazon.com/author/sheenahutchinson


 

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Dewey 24 Hour Read-a-thon Hour 22 Mini-Challenge

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Hey, everybody! Welcome to the Hour 22 Mini-Challenge!  I hope that you are having a lot of fun with the read-a-thon and glad you decided to come by for a break and fun!  So without further ado…The challenge for the hour is to share some of your best from your reading year and why.  The idea is to pick at least 3 of the categories below and share your favorites and why.  Hopefully, everyone will discover a new author..book…or maybe even genre.

Best Book of Your Reading Year

Best Romance Book of Your Reading Year

Best YA Book of Your Reading Year

Best New Adult Book of Your Reading Year

Best Mystery Book of Your Reading Year

Best Non-Fiction Book of Your Reading Year

Best Sci-Fi Book of Your Reading Year

Best Fantasy Book of Your Reading Year

Best Children’s Book of Your Reading Year

Best Fiction Book of Your Reading Year

Best Main Character of Your Reading Year

Best Author of Your Reading Year

Best Supporting Character of Your Reading Year

Best Cover of Your Reading Year

Best Character You Love To Have of Your Reading Year

Best Setting of Your Reading Year

Best Story Line of Your Reading Year

Best Indie Author of Your Reading Year

Or anything else your want to tell us the Best of Your Reading Year

Be sure that you share the book title and author.  Share as much or as little as you want.  Come back here and post the link to your answers in the comments.  If you do not have a blog, just leave your answers here.  This mini challenge will run through hour 9 so think about it and have some fun with it!

A randomly selected winner will be chosen from all of the entries.  The winner may choose a prize from our site: http://24hourreadathon.com/october-2014-prizes/. The winner will  fill out the form noting that they are an hourly challenge winner and the name of the challenge.

 

So get out there and get sharing!

 

 

It’s Time for Dewey’s 24 Hour Readathon

Good Morning Everyone!

The day is here for our next 24 hour Readathon.  I will be using one post this one to track all 24 hours along with the mini challenges to go along with them.  I hope you are ready for a fun day!

Opening Meme

1) What fine part of the world are you reading from today?

I am reading from Oxford, Michigan.  Just a little town about a hour north of Detroit.  It is a going to be a cool fall day here today.  We are looking at a high of 49 degrees with a light drizzle.  Perfect day for reading!

2) Which book in your stack are you most looking forward to?

I am going to be the first one to admit that I am unprepared as far as what books I am going to be reading today.  I have in the past planned but never followed my plan.  My TBR pile is well crazy so I know I won’t have any trouble finding books and this way I can wing it when my mood changes.
3) Which snack are you most looking forward to?

I think that there will be some gummy worms and apples with caramel involved with my snacking today.  Again unprepared as the week got away from me.  I don’t get the chance  to read the full 24 hours since my son had a marching band competition which will take us out and while we are out there will be a grocery trip.
4) Tell us a little something about yourself!

Hi!  I am Lisa.  I am 35 years old.  I have two boys ages 13 and 12.  My husband will be doing the readathon with me today.  It is a great day to be lazy and enjoy spending time together with one of our favorite passtimes.  I work for CDK Global where I manage a team of graphic designers who make content and code updates to auto dealer websites.  I love my job and the people I work with!
5) If you participated in the last read-a-thon, what’s one thing you’ll do different today? If this is your first read-a-thon, what are you most looking forward to?

I did!  I just take it in stride.  I took my first couple of readathons super seriously and found that I did not enjoy them as much as when I relax and just have a good time.  This is about reading not a competition for how many books I can read.  I will be cheering along the way was well!  For each hour that I read, I will be spending about 10 minutes of that hour cheering.

Let’s get started!

 

Hour 1  8am-9am

Name of Books Read:
Amount of Time Read:
Pages Read:
# of Cheers Completed:

Summary:

Total Books Read:
Total Amount of Time Read:
Total Pages Read:
Total Cheers Completed:

Notes: This was a hour where we had to grocery shop, get gas, auto parts store and bank

 

Hour 2  9am-10am

 

Mini Challenge

It is tea all the way for me #teamCSLewis

Name of Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Amount of Time Read: 10 minutes
Pages Read: 12 pages
# of Cheers Completed: 0

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 10 minutes
Total Pages Read: 12 pages
Total Cheers Completed: 0

Notes: Finished Running Around and dropped off son for Marching Band
Food: Nothing
Hour 3  10am-11am

Mini Challenge

Reading Position

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Ok, I am not sure creative but here it is.

Shelfie

This is one of the  shelves  in our office.

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Name of Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Amount of Time Read: 40 minutes
Pages Read: 54
# of Cheers Completed: 8

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 50 minutes
Total Pages Read: 66
Total Cheers Completed: 8

Notes: Good Hour – cheered – did two mini challenges
Food: Chocolate Milk and Blueberry Scones
Hour 4 11am-12pm

 

Name of Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Amount of Time Read: 30 minutes
Pages Read: 46
# of Cheers Completed: 11

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 1 hour 20 minutes
Total Pages Read: 112
Total Cheers Completed: 20

Notes: Good Hour – cheered – off for a few hours due to Marching Band Competition
Food: None

Hour 9 4pm-5pm

Yeah I won a door prize for cheering while I was gone!  So much fun!

Name of Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Amount of Time Read: 0
Pages Read: 0
# of Cheers Completed: 42

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 1 hour 20 minutes
Total Pages Read: 112
Total Cheers Completed: 62

Notes: We made it back about 4:15.  The kids has a good competition and placed 4th.  Only 2 point between 1st and 5th.  I dedicated this hour to cheering since I missed hours 5-9.
Food: None

Hour 10 5pm-6pm

Name of Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Amount of Time Read: 45 minutes
Pages Read: 90
# of Cheers Completed: 0

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 2 hour 5 minutes
Total Pages Read: 202
Total Cheers Completed: 62

Notes: Nothing to say.  Returned some tweets and enjoyed my book.
Food: Chocolate Chip Cookie

Hour 11 6pm-7pm

Name of Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Amount of Time Read: 60 minutes
Pages Read: 123
# of Cheers Completed: 0

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 3 hour 5 minutes
Total Pages Read: 325
Total Cheers Completed: 62

Notes: Book one completed!  Off for a quick shower and on to book 2
Food: None

Hour 12 7pm-8pm

Mid-Event Survey:
1. What are you reading right now? She’s So Dead to Us by Kieran Scott
2. How many books have you read so far? 1
3. What book are you most looking forward to for the second half of the Read-a-thon? I’m not sure.  We shall see.
4. Have you had many interruptions? How did you deal with those? Yes, we had to go some things this morning which killed the first hour and a half of the read-a-thon then we had my son’s marching band competition.  I thought I could read there but it was raining so that was out.  Overall, I knew I was facing it so I just let it go and am doing the best I can.
5. What surprises you most about the Read-a-thon, so far? That I have already cheered for everyone in my group!

Name of Books Read: She’s So Dead to Us by Kieran Scott
Amount of Time Read: 40
Pages Read: 56
# of Cheers Completed: 0

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 3 hour 45 minutes
Total Pages Read: 386
Total Cheers Completed: 62

Notes:
Food: Gummy worms

Hour 13 8pm-9pm

Name of Books Read: She’s So Dead to Us by Kieran Scott
Amount of Time Read:  30
Pages Read: 46
# of Cheers Completed:

Summary:

Total Books Read: Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
Total Amount of Time Read: 4 hour 15 minutes
Total Pages Read: 432
Total Cheers Completed: 62

Notes:
Food:

From Here I was A Huge FAIL!  I guess the week caught up with me because I feel asleep.

End of Event Meme:

  1. Which hour was most daunting for you? All of over night because I feel asleep!
  2. Could you list a few high-interest books that you think could keep a Reader engaged for next year? I thought She’s So Dead to Us was good
  3. Do you have any suggestions for how to improve the Read-a-thon next year? Keep doing what you are doing!
  4. What do you think worked really well in this year’s Read-a-thon? Cheering!
  5. How many books did you read? 1
  6. What were the names of the books you read? Out of the Easy by Ruta Sepetys
  7. Which book did you enjoy most? She’s So Dead to Us
  8. Which did you enjoy least? none really
  9. If you were a Cheerleader, do you have any advice for next year’s Cheerleaders? Have a plan of attack and have fun!
  10. How likely are you to participate in the Read-a-thon again? What role would you be likely to take next time? I will read and cheer again!  Hopefully doing more than the little I did this time

Claiming Their Royal Mate by Andie Devaux

Holy crap. How had she accumulated so many clothes that no longer fit?

Barely keeping hold of the bags full of old clothes, Daniella Clark bumped her

butt into the door to push it open. Stepping into the hallway, she hit something nearly

as hard as the door—something that grunted at the contact. The bags slipped from her

fingers to land on the threshold. The hard body she’d run into was attached to a large man

blocking her doorway, and her glare didn’t seem to ruffle him at all.

The jerk was always in her way lately.

“Jeez. Way to skulk around my door. What do you want, Owen?” Daniella asked,

hating the breathiness in her voice.

Her neighbor stared at her for a moment, and his nostrils flared. Something passed

behind his gaze. Something that made her breath catch and tension build between her

legs. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. And he shrugged, arrogant mask

“I was just passing by. Not my fault you didn’t look where you were going.”

The man was seriously aggravating. She could hardly believe they’d been good

friends the last year, ever since she’d accidentally locked herself out of her apartment.

He’d been kind enough to give her a place to hang out while she’d waited for the

building’s superintendent to show up with the key. From then on, they’d hung out at least

once a week, sometimes more, depending on her schedule. That is, up until a month ago.

“I’m getting sick of you always being in my way, Owen.” She picked up the bags,

needing something to look at that wasn’t her ridiculously hot neighbor. Her attraction to

him itself was irritating because he wasn’t her type, even if he did make her weak in the

knees. His face was hard, chiseled and memorable, but his features were too strong to be

considered traditionally handsome—his nose too Roman and his jaw a little too wide.

Not to mention he rarely smiled at her anymore, and she liked men who weren’t afraid to

Heck, that was why she’d liked his company for so long—his easy laughter and

quick wit. Over the last month, it was as if he’d turned into a different man. One who

didn’t smile much and who was quick to anger.

She tried not to take it personally, but the fact he’d just cut off their friendship,

cold as ice, made being the bigger person difficult.

His full head of light brown hair was nice, if always a little too long—as if he

were constantly two weeks late to the barber. But he was far bigger than guys she liked

to date. Broad and muscled like a man who never left the gym. Although she’d never

actually seen him at the gym near their Denver apartment complex, he had to work out

somewhere. Men just didn’t achieve that level of muscle naturally.

But despite the fact he didn’t fit her usual mold, she found herself more than just a

Of course, that was a hopeless cause if ever there was one. She’d seen his dates—

all two of them—since he’d moved into the building. They were both model thin, and

while she was usually pretty proud of her voluptuous form, no one would ever accuse her

Her attraction had started with a tremor. Just the slightest quavering of her voice

when she spoke to him. Then, just when she’d started looking at him differently, he’d

shut down. Stopped talking to her, started making excuses for why he couldn’t hang out

with her anymore. But he always seemed to be around. At her door when she walked out.

Looking irritated to run into her in the parking lot.

“I was walking through a shared hallway. Would you prefer I jump out the

window to get to my truck?” A hint of a smile touched his lips, and her breath caught.

Freaking-A. No way was a simple smile turning her on. She was really starting to

dislike her neighbor. “I’d love for you to jump out a window or two. Heck, I’ll even help

And she wasn’t lying. Sure, she wouldn’t really push a man out a window, but

something inside of her—the part that was continuously horny, lately—was also feeling

pretty violent. It came out at the weirdest times, and it took every ounce of her self-
control not to lash out. Probably she needed to go see her doctor about a new birth control

or something. Out of whack hormones were likely the cause of her wild emotions.

Not that Owen was helping. He’d chased off two of her dates in the last month.

Not by doing anything she could call him out for. No, he was too subtle for that. He’d

just drop in to borrow sugar—when she’d never once seen the man bake. Or he’d say he

thought he’d smelled gas coming from her apartment, and wanted to check. Then he’d

glower in a way that made her dates run for the hills.

And then he started showing up at her apartment when she was feeling

“Surely you wouldn’t want to see me injured.” His nose flared again, as if he

couldn’t get enough of her smell. It was seriously disturbing.

Even more disturbing was the sudden wetness between her legs and the tension

coiling in her belly. She really needed to get some if a man she didn’t even like could get

her engine revving by smelling her. “I wouldn’t bet on that.”

“You’ll be happy I’m around, Daniella. Very soon.”

She tried to shove past him, but he moved out of her way before they touched,

quick for such a large man. Part of her regretted the lack of contact, but the rest of her

thought that part was batshit crazy.



 

Claiming Their Royal Mate:
Part One
Of A Four-Part Serial
Andie Devaux
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance /
Menage
ASIN: B00NF11TB0
Number of pages: 63
Word Count: 18,000
Cover Artist: Cormar Covers
Book Description:
Daniella Clark has never fit in—a fact she’s always blamed on being adopted. But when her body is overtaken by a need so fierce it defies human explanation, she turns to the one man she instinctively knows must have the answers she seeks—her sexy-as-sin neighbor. But his explanation isn’t one she can easily accept, and it means her sexual heat won’t go away without his help.
But it turns out her neighbor isn’t the only male she has to worry about. The prime of his people has laid claim to her. And though he radiates sexuality in a way that makes her mouth water, he’s more beast than man. With one weretiger charged to protect her, and the prime’s plan to claim her for his own, Daniella must fight to maintain her sense of self, even while they fight for her.
Claiming Their Royal Mate: Part One is an 18,000-word novella, and it is the first entry in a four-part sexy, m/f/m serial. The story contains erotic situations and is intended for mature readers.
Available at Amazon Free October 15-19

 

 About the Author:
Andie writes sexy erotic romance and erotica stories that push boundaries. When she’s not writing (or reading!), she can usually be found daydreaming or attempting a new recipe. She thinks that life should require happily ever afters. And since she doesn’t make the rules of life, she instead applies this philosophy to the worlds she can control-the ones in her books.

Release Day Blitz: The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy by J.E. Taylor

 

She smiled and I felt a need stir inside me, and it had nothing to do with my heart, or

soul, for that matter.

“You really let a demon tie you up?” Dimples appeared in her cheeks and mine bloomed

with heat.

I shifted, focusing back on the darkness beyond the glass, suddenly uncomfortable and

unable to look at her. I swear my face must be the shade of a bright red kickball. “I wasn’t

exactly myself,” I said without looking at her.

She chuckled.

The kind of chuckle that was meant as a turn on and I slid my gaze to her. “You like

your men tied up?” I raised an eyebrow. It was her turn to blush and she grinned, shrugging and

looking back outside. Before I could explore more of this conversation, she took a step back,

dragging me with her.

There must have been a dozen pale creatures slinking across the back yard. I gave her

hand that gripped my upper arm a gentle pat and she turned her frightened gaze to me.

“They won’t get through.” My voice held confidence, but deep inside, I was trembling

just as much as she was. Damian, Steve, and I had wiped out more than this at the cove, but that

was three of us and of course Paradise Cove probably had a lot to do with it.

We both focused on the approaching horde and without much thought, I slung my arm

around Valerie’s shoulder and pulled her close. It was time to concentrate on the deadly quality

of the wall I put up. I wasn’t sure of how much sizzle to put into it.

“I want to see them burn,” Valerie said, answering my silent contemplation and a chill

ran up my spine.

She had every right to hate these creatures as much as demons and I concentrated, glaring

at the approaching danger. Saliva ran from their lips and their teeth gleamed in the moonlight.

My heart pounded in my chest, sending throbbing vibrations through my skin. The harder my

heart beat, the hungrier the approaching vampires looked.

“Just a few more feet,” I muttered, focusing on the entire perimeter of the house because

I wasn’t as much of an idiot as they thought. This wasn’t the only line of assault. Still, when

they advanced, I took a cautious step backwards, pulling Valerie with me. The power inside me

grew and I couldn’t tell whether it was the adrenaline or the power raking across my skin like a

hundred finely manicured nails. The sensation grew, moving from the land of pleasure into the

world of discomfort and I gritted my teeth.

“Come on, you motherfuckers,” I growled, loud enough for their acute hearing to pick up.

I moved Valerie behind me and positioned myself in a fighting stance, waving them in with my

leading hand. The results were memorable.

They all launched towards the glass slider and the moment they hit my invisible barrier

each vampire burst into a ball of flame. The roar of fire drowned out their screams, but I heard

them and the dark part of my soul reveled in it.

Valerie let out a high pitched laugh and I glanced back at her, smiling.

She met my gaze with a measure of awe. “The only one I ever saw do something that

impressive was Michael.”

Being compared to an archangel was humbling and I glanced outside at the black dust

spinning on the wind. “I’m not an angel.”

“Oh, I gathered that,” she said and stepped away.

I turned towards her. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re more recent activities?”

I shoved my hands into my pockets and stared at the floor, shamed by the fact she was

privy to my more decadent actions. Instead of apologizing, I lifted my gaze to hers, studying

the memories of her past, especially the times after the more traumatic events. Naomi was right

about one thing. The girl never freaked out. Ever.

And therein lay the challenge.

I let a grin slowly surface and narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. “So, you want to try

out some of those ‘activities’ with me?”

She laughed. The kind of laugh that bruised a man’s ego and when she went into the gale

realm, I crossed my arms, my good humor turning sourer by the second.

 
The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy
The Ryan Chronicles
Books 1,2,3
J.E. Taylor
Genre: Paranormal Romance /
Paranormal Suspense
Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction /
Novel Concept Publishing, LLC
Date of Publication: 10-17-14
ASIN: B00N078SEA
Cover Artist: Cora Graphics
Book Description:
The Ryan Chronicles – Book One: Saving Grace
When CJ Ryan’s girlfriend decides life is less complicated without him, CJ travels a destructive path into despair, walking the line between what’s right and what feels good. But what feels good is a dangerous slope to travel, especially when Lucifer wages war for his soul.
One wrong step and CJ could fall into the devil’s trap, becoming no better than the demons he battles.
The Ryan Chronicles – Book Two: Raven Heart
CJ Ryan still can’t remember a thing about his past, but he is determined to have a future with Valerie. Despite his lack of memory, he finds himself ensnared in the cutthroat world of entertainment whether he wants it or not. The push into the spotlight shines a harsh glare on his family and brings with it a plague of horrors that drag him to the edge.
With the darkness of the past threatening, CJ turns to his brother looking for answers, but when an enemy with a psychotic history re-enters their lives, it will take more than just his memory to save them.
The Ryan Chronicles – Book Three: Trinity’s Wrath
CJ Ryan’s life seems to have fallen into place, and while the backdrop of his Hawaiian honeymoon provides the perfect healing elixir, the guilt of sentencing his father to an eternity of torture at Lucifer’s hands starts to intrude on his happily-ever-after.
When he and Valerie return from Hawaii, a note from the king of hell greets him, outlining in sickening detail his plans for CJ and those he holds dearest.
With everyone he loves on Lucifer’s hit list, CJ must start living up to the bargain he made in Heaven, but every one of Hell’s gates he closes is one less portal available for his father’s escape.
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About the Author:
 
J.E. Taylor is a writer, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:
“Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?”
From that moment on, she hasn’t looked back and now her writing résumé includes more than a dozen published novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves including a few within eXcessica anthologies.
In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing , Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two and also offers her services judging writing contests for various Romance Writers Association chapters.
She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine.
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Hers to Claim by Patricia A. Knight

A third male crossed his arms over his chest and with a low rumble of laughter,

relaxed his stance. “DeHelios. Ha! The last time I saw you, you sprawled

unconscious in a shrub leaving a lovely piece of horseflesh in need of an owner.”

Hel studied the speaker. He knew that laconic drawl—but its owner was a criminal

with no love for Verdantian nobility. What was this man doing here? “Ramsey

DeKieran, you nefarious thief! You owe me the price of that fine horse. You fell

on me from a tree, you coward. I never had a chance.”

Ramsey snorted. “Still an egotistical ass. You should be grateful I took only the

horse. Your head is still nicely attached.” He caught the eyes of the other two men.

“Gentlemen, that tower of smelly fur is ‘Hel’. You may know him by a different

name. The Haarb called him bás dtost—the silent death.” Ramsey rolled his eyes.

Hel raised his lip in a snarl at Ramsey’s mockery. “Such illustrious company,

DeKieran. Your status in the world seems to have risen—but then it could hardly

have fallen lower.”

Ramsey grunted. “Unlikely, eh? You may address me as Lord DeKieran, Fifteenth

Earl of House DeKieran, and the striking redhead preparing to unman you from ten

feet away is my wife, Lieutenant Colonel Steffania Rickard of the Queen’s Blue

Daggers. Be careful with your words, Hel. My vixen is wicked with a throwing

knife and takes insults to me personally.”

Hel arched an eyebrow in surprise and nodded at the glorious redhead measuring

him with amused golden eyes. “Ma’am, my condolences on your marriage. I

assume you had no choice.”

 

 


Hers to Claim
Book Four in the Verdantian Series
Patricia A Knight
Genre: Adult, Sci/Fi, Fantasy Romance 18+
Publisher: Troll River Publications                                                  
ASIN: B00MQGNQD4
Number of pages: 360
Word Count:  90,637
Cover Artist: Skylar Faith
Book Description:
A prince from the Nyth Uchel mountains … a healer from the Oshtech desert …
Scornfully rejected by her desert lover and uncertain of her place in the world, Adonia traveled a perilous road to the fabled mountain-city of Nyth Uchel. She came to heal the sick and dying, but in the arms of highborn prince, Hel, Adonia found the answer to saving herself.
Descended from nobility, once great kings of Verdantia, Hel willingly bore the burden of his dying city and its people on his shoulders. Watching helplessly as a malingering evil attacked the very soil under his feet, he crushed his pride to summon help. He’d been staggered to discover the answer to saving his city and perhaps all Verdantia might lie behind a heavy fall of chocolate hair and shy brown eyes.
As their entire planet faces an encroaching black death, two seemingly disparate individuals forge a partnership of love and sacrifice that will alter their future forever. All of Verdantia will be tested.
Stand alone. Not a cliff-hanger. HEA 360 pages. M/F, Mild D/s themes, light spanking, and an over-sexed but sensitive prince with a hero complex.

 

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About the Author
Patricia A. Knight is the pen name for an eternal romantic who lives in Dallas, Texas with her horses, Italian Greyhounds, “Gidget the Rescue Chihuahua”—and the best man on the face of the earth—oh yeah, and the most enormous bullfrogs you will ever see.
Word to the wise: don’t swim in the pool after dark.
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