Release Day Blitz: Circle of Flames by Jane S. Morrissey

Circle of Flames
Quytel Series
Book Two
Jane S. Morrissey

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Fiction

Publisher: Soul Mate Publishing, New York

Date of Publication: November 14, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-68291-764-0
Number of pages: 339
Word Count: 92,974
Cover Artist: Melody Pond, Soul Mate Publishing
Tagline: Bending time and space to battle evil
Book Description:
Sent back to his homeland to investigate the disappearance of psychic children, Darius Curilian must face the haunting truths of his past. In a remote village, Darius and his team arrive too late to stop a kidnapping but discover a beautiful stranger who could hold the key to finding the missing children.
A self-defined loner, Emma Williams has always been different. Fire breathes in her soul and has set her apart from everyone her whole life. When she stumbles upon a child in danger, she falls into Darius’s unwilling arms and is pulled into the dark world of the Quytel as they fight for their lives.

For her safety
and ours, Darius reminded himself.
“Scotch?” Emma
emerged from the kitchen with two tumblers half full of amber liquid. “I don’t
know about you, but I could use a drink after the last couple of days.”
She’d changed
into a comfortable looking pair of cotton drawstring pants and a
spaghetti-strap tank, leaving a tempting part of her flat belly revealed.
Padding into the room on bare feet, her dark, silk-red hair brushed her jawline
and fell to her shoulders. His cock hardened.
He stood and
crossed the narrow room, taking the glass she offered him. “Thank you.”
“Cheers.” She
raised her glass and sat on the loveseat, tucking her feet under her. “So what
“I should
leave.” He didn’t move, feeling the weight of Sita’s vial in his pocket. He
took a long drink of the scotch and savored the smoke on his tongue.
“Will I see you
again?” Those lapis-lazuli eyes met his. They reminded him of Egyptian jewels
watching, waiting, her pale skin illuminated by the soft, yellow glow filling
the room.

“I’d like that.”
He chased the implication of his statement with another swallow of scotch
burning his throat. Just because he wouldn’t ever see her again didn’t mean he
wouldn’t want to. He was dead certain one night with her would do nothing to
quench his hunger.
About the Author:
Jane Morrissey is a paranormal romance writer who loves romance, magic, and writing. Her paranormal romantic mysteries will keep you reading late into the night. Jane spends her time writing, enjoying the glorious California Coast near her home and spending as much time as she can with family and friends.

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Release Day Blitz LOBOS by Victoria Danann and Teresa Gabelman

Big Bend Wolves
Book One
Victoria Danann and Teresa Gabelman
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: dba 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC     
Date of Publication: 11/09/18
Number of pages: 218
Word Count: 39k
Cover Artist: Victoria Danann
Tagline: Sometimes running away takes you straight to the thing you’re running from.
Book Description:
The Three Rivers Pack has been deeply embedded in Kerrville commerce and society for generations. They own businesses and hold government offices, including that of sheriff. But the influx of retirees and well-to-do building second homes in the Hill Country has squeezed the shifters for room to run.
The only answer is relocation to a less populated locale and that will require making a deal with the pack that holds that territory. The alliance struck by the two alphas is blood seal, a political mating between the Lobos alpha’s daughter and the Three Rivers alpha’s son. It’s the perfect solution that benefits both tribes. Except nobody asked Fleet Ryder and Dani Alvarez if they’re willing. And they aren’t.

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The light was on
in the kitchen, which meant Marva was up. When he stepped through the kitchen
door not wearing a stitch of clothing, she looked him up and down with a
half-smirk and the same lusty interest she’d shown as a teenager. John Ryder
thought of himself as being a lucky man to have a mate who loved and craved his
body like they were newlyweds, after thirty years together. He returned her
smirk with a knowing smile, pulled her in close and kissed her long and deep.
When he pulled back, she sighed. He loved that sigh.
“I know that
look,” she said.
He kept her
tight against his naked body, but pulled his head back to make eye contact.
“What look is that?”
“The one that
says you’ve made up your mind about something important.”
  He broke away and grabbed the clothes he’d
left on the bench by the back door. As he began dressing, he said, “Yeah.”
The pensive tone
told her everything she needed to know. “And you’re not happy about it.”
She waited
patiently while he finished dressing. She’d been with him long enough to know
the difference between John, her mate, and John, the alpha.
At the moment he
was seeing the world through the filter of pack alpha. He’d speak when he was
ready and wouldn’t be rushed.
“Can I have some
of that coffee?” he said.
She turned,
poured and handed him a mug. “You want breakfast here or are you gonna eat at
the café?”
“Café.” He
leaned back against the kitchen counter and took a sip before saying, “We have
to go.”
“Go?” Marva
stopped what she was doing and turned with a question firmly registered in the
crease between her brows. “Go where?”
When his pale
gray eyes met hers, she recognized the gravity of the moment.
“I mean we have
to move,” he said quietly.
Marva sat down
heavily at the kitchen table trying to keep her shock from adding to the burden
her mate was clearly carrying with stoic pride. “You mean the whole pack.” It
wasn’t a question, but a verbal clarification.
Nodding, feeling
much older than his years, he simply said, “Yeah.”
It might have
come as a surprise to Marva. It would be a surprise to everybody in the pack.
And not the good kind. But truthfully, John had been mulling over the problem
for years. As alpha, survival of the pack was his responsibility. With an eye
on the encroaching population, he knew there was only one way it could end.
Move. Or be exposed as shifters with the vast shit chasm that promised.
Since the latter
was just not an option, they were going to have to prepare for a whole-pack
migration. Several lucrative business enterprises and a lot real estate was
about to go up on the market in Kerrville. But first, pack members had to be
told. And he wasn’t expecting even the most adventurous of them to be happy
about it. The final decision was his and making it meant that he owned the
outcome as well.
The pack was
gathered in the barn on the Ryder property. Everybody had brought pot luck.
They’d tried to enjoy the food and the company, but there was an undercurrent
of anxiety because every adult pack member could read the mood of the alpha
well enough to know something was up.
When the alpha
finally stood and announced his intention to move them, the responding silence
was suffocating. No one wanted to argue, but no one wanted to agree either.
At length, one of
the elders cleared his throat and said, “Where are we going, John?”
“I can’t say for
certain yet, Emmett. But I’ve been considering options for a long time. The
biggest issue is that there’s no such thing as a desirable place that isn’t
already occupied by a pack.” There were murmurs as people whispered to each
other their fears about what that might mean. John held up his hand. “I know.
We’ve had a good stay here. Most of us are connected to families who’ve been
here since before Texas was a Republic. Most of us have never lived any place
“So I’m not
saying it’s going to be easy.” It hadn’t escaped the pack’s notice that he
hadn’t answered the question. “But I’m thinking Big Bend. Out around Alpine.”
The emotional
current that ran through the pack was mixed. Some were fearful about the
prospect of packing up and leaving everything for parts unknown. But mixed with
that was an undercurrent of excitement. 
When things
settled down, John went on. “Alpine is a small town, I grant you, but there are
opportunities there just like there are opportunities everywhere. We’ll make it
work just like we always have.” With a small smile he shook his head just a
little. “It’s wild out there. You’ll be free in ways you’ve never been free
“Doesn’t that
territory belong to the Lobos Pack?” Beverly Mossgreen spoke up.
John’s head
swiveled toward her and he stared for a couple of seconds. It wasn’t an
official correction, but it was enough unwanted attention from the alpha to
make her uncomfortable.
“Yes. Lobos. But
I have a plan.” John noticed that both his betas, who happened to be cousins of
his, stood opposite each other, off to the sides, leaning against the walls
with muscled arms crossed in front of chests. The pose looked casual,
leisurely, but would be read by the pack as absolute support for whatever the
alpha had to say. “A peaceful transition.”
“What is it?” A
female elder sounded anxious and he couldn’t blame her.
A move like the
one he was proposing would be hard on any of them, but especially so on those
who were older. His face softened for a second as he regarded her. “Don’t
worry, Evelyn. Everything will turn out fine.”
He looked over
the pack. “In the old days, we would have had to kill the alpha and any
loyalists who resisted a takeover. But that was the old days. We’ve made a lot
of changes. James owns the auto parts store. Raleigh is a real estate broker.
My own mate bakes fucking cookies!”
“I do not bake
fucking cookies!” Marva spoke up. “I run a bakery.”
The laughter
that rippled through the room helped to ease some of the tension.
“Right.” John
smiled her way. “Right,” he repeated. “I bet people in Alpine like cookies just
as much as people in Kerrville.”
“I don’t just
bake cookies,” she grumbled.
He gave her a
look that said, ‘First, I’m teasing you. Second, right now I’m speaking as the
alpha. Not as your mate. Take it up with me later. In bed.’
She got the
message and ducked her chin slightly in deference. He continued.
“Point is I
think it’s time for the old ways to move aside for better ideas. We’re going to
try for a bloodless coup.” He glanced at his betas. “Rake, James, and I are
going to head on out there and have a talk with the Lobos alpha and his top
people. We’ll offer a ‘buy in’ for a piece of their territory around Alpine. I don’t
know much about their finances, but I’m guessing that these days it’s hard for
even shifters to turn down cash.
“That’s the
first part of our offer. Folding money appeals to the two-legged half of our
nature. The second part is a little trickier because cash is useless in wolf
form. That’s why we need a deal sealed with blood.” He cleared his throat. “The
Lobos alpha has a daughter. Mating age. We’re going to arrange an alliance.”
The alpha paused
and looked over the gathering, faces almost as familiar as his own in the
mirror. He spotted his son in his usual spot, in a far back corner with his
friends. The gathering followed John’s line of sight and turned to look at
Fleet at the back of the room.
Fleet had been
softly chuckling at a joke, only half listening to his dad, when he realized
that everyone in the pack had turned to look at him. His world turned serious
in a heartbeat and he stood taller, pale gray eyes identical to his father’s,
going straight to lock the alpha’s gaze. 
“Our son,
Fleet.” John nodded toward Marva even though everyone there knew full well that
she was Fleet’s mother. “And Lobos’ daughter.”
A range of
emotion flashed across Fleet’s features. Confusion. Shock. Anger. And again,
confusion, finally resolving in disbelief. He couldn’t possibly have heard
right. Could he?
If he was human,
he’d tell his father to fuck off. But Fleet Ryder wasn’t human. He was a wolf
shifter with two choices; obey the alpha or leave the pack. Since the latter
wasn’t really a choice, that left once course of action. He couldn’t disobey.
He couldn’t challenge openly. He couldn’t object in any overt way.
So he did the
next best thing. He threw his father a hateful look, turned and left. Four
young shifter males filed out behind him, partly because they were compelled on
a subliminal level. Fleet was oozing alpha traits and the next generation were
already paying homage to that.

About the Authors:

Victoria Danann and Teresa Gabelman are both award winning New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon #1 bestselling authors.

Viking’s Valor by Sky Purington

Viking’s Valor
Viking Ancestors
Rise of the Dragon
Book 2
Sky Purington     

Genre:  Time Travel Fantasy/Shifter Romance

Date of Publication: November 1, 2018
Number of pages:  256
Word Count:  81,000
Cover Artist:  Tara West
Book Description:
Cursed by her dragon ancestor, Sage is at the root of a burgeoning prophecy that threatens her sisters. The only way to protect them is to leave Winter Harbor, Maine, and travel back in time to tenth century Scandinavia. To travel back to Håkon and Leif, the men she left behind. Two warriors pitted against each other to win her over so they might strengthen their position in an ongoing war. Yet when she arrives, she’s captured by someone else entirely.
Set to annihilate his nemesis before he wreaks havoc and claims Sage as his own, Viking Håkon Sigdir pursues Leif. Until Sage is taken by Magnus of the Årud tribe. It then becomes a race to see who can save her first from the enemy’s rogue ally. A race that turns into a battle of wills as their rivalry for Sage intensifies.
Sparks fly as an age-old vendetta ignites a love triangle that threatens not just the fate of Håkon’s people but his very heart. Will Sage ultimately choose him or Leif? Will she see past the dark enchantment affiliated with her ancestor’s prophecy and realize who is destined for her? Better yet, will she see clearly the evil imposter? Because if she falls for Leif’s mock heroism rather than Håkon’s genuine valor, the war will be lost.

#3 (Battle Scene)
Redirecting his
wrath, Håkon soared toward them and opened his mouth to rain down fire, only to
shift back to his human form against his will. He had a split second to try to
slow down with quickly dwindling dragon magic before he hit the ground hard and
started rolling.
 “Håkon!” Sage screamed from somewhere off to
his left, before the warriors who had been running in fear from Håkon’s dragon
turned and came at his far more vulnerable human form with their weapons drawn.
“I’m coming,
Sage,” he roared as he focused on the warriors, his bloodlust growing stronger
by the moment. His need to kill overwhelming. He had lost his weapons in the
shift so he would have to get more.
Embracing an
inner berserker that only seemed to be growing by the moment, he raced at the
closest warrior, ducked beneath his blade then punched him hard before he side
kicked another and scooped up the first warrior’s blade mid-air when he
released it. Laughing, he spun and sliced open the other man’s throat then
stole his ax.
By the time he
started fighting the others he was already covered in blood and full of
indescribable energy. Power. Not the magical sort but the kind a warrior feels
when he knows his battle is already won. The certain knowledge that his
opponents didn’t stand a chance against him.
Something they
soon discovered as he unleashed pure hell on them.
Every last man
here was Håkon’s as they fell beneath his blade, ax or whatever weapon he could
put his hands on. The slaughter was swift and addicting as he left a trail of
broken bodies behind him. As he reveled in the glory of battle and the pure
rush it could offer.
Until he heard
Sage scream again.
Snapping out of
his raging bloodlust, he cut down the last two men and raced into the forest
roaring her name. Moments later, thanks to strength and speed he knew weren’t
quite his own, he caught sight of her ahead. She was flung over a warrior’s
shoulder as he and several others rushed down the hill toward what appeared to
be a sheer drop off.
Håkon whipped
dagger after dagger and took three down. That left four, and he was closing in
fast. He raced forward, opening a man up with a sword slice to his side in
passing before slamming another warrior into a tree so hard his neck snapped.
That left two.
He whipped his
ax into the back of one, warned Sage telepathically that he was coming in hard
on the other. As it turned out, the man was so terrified at that point he
didn’t slow but barreled straight for the cliff, clearly of the mind he would
rather leap than face Håkon.
And he did.

Right off the
edge with Sage before Håkon could stop him.

About the Author:

Sky Purington is the bestselling author of forty novels and novellas. A New Englander born and bred who recently moved to Virginia, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth, and legend. When combined with a love for history, romance, and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.
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