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#9 & #10: Promise Me Series by Tara Fox Hall

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With Theo facing deadly odds in a fight to the death, Sar makes a pact with Lash, agreeing to give Devlin another chance in return for Theo’s life. Reforging her relationship with her handsome vampiric lover mends old wounds, even as Theo moves to regain Sar just for himself. But Devlin’s old enemy Ulysses appears, taking Sar prisoner and burning Devlin badly in a surprise attack. Rescued at the eleventh hour by Lash, Sar nurses Dev back to health, Theo bristling at a distance. Yet Lash’s own day of reckoning is here as his long life ebbs to a finale, leaving Sar to face the decision of offering him salvation, knowing that the price is her own humanity.

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There was a rustling sound, then Lash came into view at the edge of the woods, snapping his coiled whip onto his belt as he walked in my direction through the tall grass. Relief flooded me, that I hadn’t stumbled on him either in snake form or naked, as he’d likely been a few minutes before. Lash was looking down as he walked, watching the ground for some reason, and didn’t see me.
I gathered my courage together, took a long breath, and then went to meet him. He heard me, his head snapping up after I’d gone a few steps. His face registered faint surprise, but didn’t call out a welcome. When we were face to face, we both stopped.
“What are you out here for?” he hissed, folding his arms over his chest, his eyes and tone cold. “Dev and Venus are inside.”
“Your help,” I ventured. “If you’ll give it to me, Lash—”
“No,” he said curtly, then walked around me.
I reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm. “Wait—”
He shook me off, and kept walking.
“Please,” I begged, hating the fact that I was pleading with him. “Please, Lash—”
“Sar, go home. Go to Danial. Go to Theo. Go anywhere, just leave,” he hissed, still walking away
I ran after him. “I need your help, Lash.”
“I won’t give it to you,” he hissed, still walking. “You can’t afford me.”
He was right about that. Being the best, he probably made 100K just to scare someone a little. I swallowed my pride, then my conscience. “I know that Lash. I’m not offering money; I’m offering you control over me. I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
Lash stopped, turning to look at me. Then he began walking back, eyeing me hungrily. “Anything?” he said, hissing. “Anything I ask you to do, you’ll do?”
I hated him for making me crawl. “Yes,” I said defiantly. “Anything.”
“What do you want me to help you with?” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “My price depends on what you are asking me to do for you.”
“Not me. I want you to help Theo. Robert asked him to come alone, that they would settle this one on one—”
“That’s as it should be,” Lash interrupted coldly. “I shouldn’t interfere with a challenge.”
“Don’t interfere,” I said. “But this wasn’t done fairly. Theo is still weak from the beating he took from Karl’s men. If Robert beats him, fine, just don’t let him kill Theo. I don’t trust that Robert won’t just stab him in the back, or ambush him with more men, rather than fight him one on one—”
“Robert will kill him if he beats him, Sar,” Lash hissed. “That’s the way of challenges. I have always killed anyone who challenged me. You don’t want them coming back for revenge later. So you’re really asking me to kill Robert.”
“I’m asking you to save Theo’s life. Will you do it?” I pleaded desperately.
“Did you go to Dev, and he refuse your request?” Lash hissed scathingly. “I can’t believe that, Sar. He still believes if something happens to Theo that you might die, too. He wouldn’t refuse you, though he would make you—”
“I came to you,” I said angrily. “Dev doesn’t know I’m here. No one does, except Serena. Theo can’t know about this—”
“You must be desperate to come to me like this,” Lash hissed, his cold eyes glittering. “To put yourself in my power, knowing what I might ask of you. To trust me that I’ll help you, if I say I will.”
“You never hurt me. So far as I know, you haven’t lied to me either. You kept our last times together a secret, just like I kept yours from everyone.” I paused, meeting his cold stare. “I trust you, Lash. If you say you’ll do this, I’ll take you at your word, and give mine in return.”
Lash looked at me, considering. “It should be doable,” he hissed finally, his tone thoughtful. “Where is the location of the fight? When?”
“Tomorrow night. I’m not sure where. He’s leaving around dusk—”
“I can follow Theo easily enough. I’ll be waiting near your barn on a motorcycle. If you tag him with a transmitter, I can track him if he loses me. Can you put one in his vehicle?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“I’ll put it in your truck, before you go,” Lash instructed. “Put it in his glove compartment within the truck manual case. He will not see it there, or think to check. Remove it after, and give it to me the next time you see me.”
“Agreed.” Now for the hard part. “What do you want in return?”
Lash came closer. “First kiss me, to seal our pact,” he hissed.
Shit, he was going to ask me to be weresnake so he could coil with me. I shifted uneasily.
“I’m waiting,” Lash hissed softly. “Unless you want to reconsider.”
You can do this, Sar. You have to do it. If Theo is saved, that’s all that matters.
I put my hands on Lash’s arms, and slowly leaned in towards him. Lash reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling my lips forcefully to his. But the kiss was chaste, lasting only a few seconds before Lash pulled back from me. “I want you to take Dev back,” he said softly.
Oh, God, no.

#10

EyeoftheStorm

As Ulysses lurks in the shadows launching repeated attacks on the vampire Devlin and his allies, Sar and Theo move on from Sar’s affair with Lash, building a new life with their werecougar son Devon. Rebuffed, the newly young weresnake Lash takes steps to regain his old solitary existence, even as the vampire Danial prepares his dhamphir son Theoron for manhood. A chain of tragic events cumulating in the shattering of the magical “dream bond” between Theo and Sar turns the lovers against one another even as Ulysses delivers a last devastating blow to Devlin in his relentless quest for revenge.

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I snuggled close to Theo. While both of us were silent, neither of us was asleep.

Only a few hours ago, my werecougar husband, Theo, had come to blows with the weresnake, Lash, on our front lawn. Theo had come to my defense when he saw me struggling with Lash, and had gotten stabbed for his trouble. In the aftermath of patching up his wound, we’d had makeup sex, I’d gone to pieces, and he’d forgiven me my indiscretion with Lash more than a month before.

Indiscretion. If only that was all it had been. Lash had been dying, and I’d given him a lot of my blood to save his life. In the painful process, he had also regained his youth…and we’d had sex. That might have been bad enough, in some people’s book. But I’d gone ahead and compounded the error by throwing the gates wide open, welcoming Lash into my arms again and again, afterwards. We’d been friends for some time already, but somewhere along the line we’d ended up more…or, at least, those were my feelings. Lash’s were unknown to me. Sometimes he seemed thoughtful and caring; then, like today, he’d turn violent and nasty. And his language and crudity…appalling was the only word to describe the things he’d said to me in his anger.

Why had I welcomed such a man into my body and heart? A question I couldn’t answer. Sure, we liked the same entertainment, and I’d been going through more than a little angst with the vampire brothers, Devlin and Danial, clamoring for a re-Oathing with me by Christmas, enduring my second paranormal pregnancy—and The Lust that always accompanied it— and my husband Theo’s ever-present jealousy over having to share me at all.

It doesn’t matter why it happened. It’s over. Stop thinking about it and move on already, Sar.

“We should get ready,” Theo said abruptly, standing up. “I should have been at Danial’s hours ago.”

“Let’s get dressed then,” I said with a satisfied sigh. “I’ll grab Devon from the living room.”

“He’s sleeping in front of the TV,” Theo said, handing me my clothes. “Here.”

After dressing hurriedly and throwing a new change of clothes and my hairbrush in a bag, I went into the living room to get Devon. As Theo had stated, our little cub was curled up asleep on the couch, snoring softly with his left paw over his eyes, his tawny tail twitching ever so slightly as he dreamed. The TV was still on, the last few minutes of the old animated version of The Return of the King playing. As I moved to turn it off, an ominous feeling came over me as the dramatic music swelled louder, freezing me in my steps.

…If you win then you will lose. Choice of evils yours to choose….

It was the scene at the end of the movie, where Aragorn confronts Sauron’s emissary with his small army at the Black Gate, knowing that he cannot win until Frodo destroys the One Ring. That same sense of utter despair had also been present in the same scene from the later movie with real life actors, sans, of course, the song. While I’d always thought the music perfectly suited to the scene, there was some edge to it today that caused an involuntary shiver to go up my spine.

You are standing in the eye of the storm. Move an inch…and you’ll be dead…

Of the many themes from my most beloved childhood story, this was the one message that I had hated: that sometimes there was no way to triumph without a terrible loss. I always wanted to believe if I worked hard enough, was good enough to others, and tried my best that I could win out over the odds against me, whatever they might be. And hadn’t I? Wasn’t all I’d gone through in the last few years proof enough of that?

Win the battle, lose the war…choice of evils lie before your feet…retreat, retreat, retreat!

“Not this day,” I said harshly, clicking off the TV. I woke up Devon by stroking his tawny head, then handed him to Theo, who had just come up behind me. He slung our yawning sleepy-eyed son up onto his shoulder, then grabbed my hand with his free one. I teleported us to Danial’s home in an instant. Devon reacted as usual to the magical transport, sinking his claws into Theo and hissing, even though Theo reminded him to relax. We arrived in the great room to find Danial on the couch with Theoron, waiting for us.

Danial gave me a nod, his gaze unreadable. “Theo, come into the office with me for a moment.”

Theo handed Devon to me, and followed Danial upstairs.

“Mom, can I talk to you?” Theoron asked.

To my shock, his voice had deepened to that of an older teen. My son who had been a toddler less than a year previous was well on his way to becoming a man. I was instantly ill at ease, not knowing if I should treat him differently. He already seemed so different to me, so changed from the little boy he had been. While I was relieved that he would be safer now that he was older, I missed the child wearing horns and a tail who had played at being a devil only a few months ago.

“Mom?”

Pull it together, Sar. He needs you now, and you need to be there for him. “Sure, what about?” I responded, sitting down next to him on the couch.

“We need to go for a walk,” he said cryptically.

Curious, I followed him into the mudroom. “Do you mind if Devon comes?”

“No.”

Devon ran around making little cries as we dressed in jackets and shoes, so excited and eager to be going for a walk. He loved to play in the snow and wasn’t often allowed outside at night. This would be a special treat for him.

When we were a hundred yards from the house, with Devon running back and forth looking for snow mice, Theoron finally spoke. “I want self defense lessons,” he said hesitantly. “Dad’s okay with the idea, but he is a little hesitant about me actually getting physical.”

“Why?” I gave Theoron a look that said I didn’t get what he was saying. “I’d think he would be glad to teach you—”

“I don’t want to learn from Dad,” Theoron said, looking into the forest. “He can shoot, and defend himself okay, but he’s not really into fighting. He told me with a little disdain he has bodyguards for that, and then began talking about teaching me sword fighting. I’ll take those lessons, but that’s not really practical in today’s world. I need real-life lessons.”

“I’m sure Theo would be glad to—” I began.

Theoron quickly took my hand in his, squeezing. “I want to learn from the best,” he whispered.

Now I understood why we’d come out here. Theo and Danial would not only be angry, they would be hurt, too, that Theoron wanted lessons from Lash instead of either of them.

“Have you asked him to teach you?” I said pointedly.

Theoron shook his head. “I finally told Dad that I wanted Lash to train me. He said to ask you first, because maybe you could convince him to teach me,” he said hopefully. “Dad says Lash has never taught anyone. Dad wanted Lash to teach Theo back when Dad first hired him years ago, and Lash refused. You go to Hayden regularly and you’ve gotten to know Lash this past year. If you asked for me, he might agree—”

I didn’t think Lash would be in any mood to be doing me any favors after my rebuff this afternoon, but I couldn’t say that to Theoron. “I’ll ask him to consider it,” I said haltingly. “But I can’t say that he’ll make an exception for you, if he’s never taught anyone.”

“Lash loves you, Mom. Dad told Theo he did,” Theoron said, making me flush. “Doesn’t a man who loves a woman want to please her?”

Ah, if only it was so easy, Theoron. “Even if that is true—which I don’t know if it is—that doesn’t mean he’ll teach you,” I said, giving him a raise of my eyebrows. “Lash can be very stubborn about some things. He separates his emotions from his reason easily.”

Well, maybe not today, but most of the time.

“But you’ll ask him, next time you see him?” Theoron pressed charmingly, smiling at me.

“Yes, I’ll ask,” I conceded. “Next you’ll be wanting lessons from Dev in his specialty, too—”

“Since you’re bringing it up, yes, I do,” Theoron said quickly.

Gaping, I blinked stupidly, then blushed from my face to my toes. “Theoron!”

“Dad said I’m old enough for that,” Theoron said hesitantly. “And I’ve…I want to know what to do about that, too. I know Devlin’s renowned for his skills in the bedroom. I’ve never even kissed a girl, and I want to be confident that if I wanted to be with a woman, that I’d know what to do, so it would be…good for both of us.”

What had Danial said to that request? I couldn’t bring myself to ask. I was woefully unprepared. Where was Danial with his smooth words when I needed him? “I’ll talk to your father about it,” I said quickly. “But when it comes to this subject, I think you are too young, Theoron. Not to mention that your sister will be saying she’s ready for sex, too, if she hears you have permission from your father—”

“Elle’s still looks only thirteen at most. I’m a man.”

“You are a boy who is becoming a young man,” I corrected him. “You are not a man, not by a long shot. It takes more to be a man than looking a certain age.”

Theoron opened his mouth to protest, his green eyes spitting fire.

I held up my hand. “But I allow that this is your father’s territory. He was raised a certain way—as was Devlin—and you are his son. He wants a lot for you, and I trust his judgment. So if he tells me that he believes you should learn from Dev, I’m not going to stand in the way. He would never allow you to do something that might hurt you. He loves you too much for that.”

“Really?” Theoron said, eagerness on his face. “You’ll let Devlin teach me?”

Had I ever been so young, so hopeful? A long, long time ago. “Yes. But you’ll have to ask him yourself, or have your father arrange it,” I said flatly. “I’m not asking Dev for that.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to ask him, Mom,” Theoron said a trifle arrogantly. “I’ll ask Dad whether he wants to talk to Dev or he wants me to.”

We began walking back to the house.

“Anything else?” I hoped not. I was still coming to terms with the little we’d discussed.

Theoron shot a look at me and smiled. “No.”

He was so much like Danial, so handsome. He was right that it was time for him to start becoming a man, as he certainly was going to get female attention the moment he stepped off this estate. But that also meant it was time for another big talk. And even though I was sure Danial had mentioned this subject to him, it was my place as well to bring it up now.

“What do you think you want to do, when it’s time for you to work?” I asked. “I know that you read well, and can do some math and sciences on a high school level, Theoron. You are very intelligent, even though you have had only a little time to learn schooling—”

“I want to try going into business with Dad,” Theoron said, kicking at a few visible rocks. “I know how much he wants that. I can answer most of the e-mail already, and Dad has been teaching me some of the computer programming, and code writing he knows. I have a gift for it, he says.”

I’d gratefully thought that the business was slowing down. Instead, unknowingly, I’d had help. Still, this was a good first step. If Theoron wanted so badly to learn to be a man, the first thing he needed to learn was how to work long hours. Because no matter what career he decided on, he would need concentration, drive, and more than a little ambition to make his dreams happen.

“Good. Has he taken you to meet clients yet?”

“Not until I look eighteen, at least, he said,” Theoron said grumpily. “He is having some contacts of his make up some valid ID for me, and he said he is going to have one of the foxes, probably Hans, teach me to drive starting tomorrow. But he doesn’t want me to go on jobs until I have some defensive training. He told me about Ulysses—everything. I know even if Devlin or Lash kills him eventually, there will always be someone else out there wanting to hurt me, to get to either him or you—”

I sighed. “That’s true. I wish you could get your sister to understand that.”

“Some of that is because Dad is too protective of her,” Theoron said, kicking a clump of frozen grass. “He wants me to grow up, to be a man, but he wants her to stay a little girl forever. And she wants to be a woman, not a girl.”

I could understand that, even if I didn’t know what to do about it. “Some of that is that Elle was your dad and mine’s first child, Theoron—”

“Can you call me “T” please, Mom?” he said interrupting.

I stopped walking and turned to him. “Danial and I called you Theoron for a reason, Theoron,” I said, irked. “For Theo.”

“But I can’t be called Theo,” Theoron said with a sigh. “People are always getting us confused, especially now that my voice is deeper. Theoron is too long to say all the time. Please, call me T.”

 

Meet Tara Fox Hall!

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Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor’s degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman’s Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay “The Allure of the Serial Killer,” published in Serial Killers – Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.
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Merry Farmer’s Our Little Secrets

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Genre classification: Historical Romance
Book Length: 306 pages

Michael West swore he would never fall in love again. So when the beautiful and wily Charlotte steps off the train looking for a new life he jumps at the business opportunity she presents. Engaged forty-five minutes after meeting, married the next day, Michael thinks he’s found everything a respectable man should have. Except that Michael is as far from respectable as they come. They agreed not to ask questions about each other’s pasts, but when the past seeps into their present Michael suspects his passionate new wife is not who she says she is. Too bad he’s already fallen in love with her.

Charlotte Baldwin has a secret. She fled Philadelphia to escape the sins of her past but someone is following her. What better way to hide than by marrying Michael West, Cold Springs, Montana’s enigmatic shopkeeper? A new name, a new life, and a passionate husband is exactly what she needs to leave her sins behind. But when it comes to keeping secrets Charlotte may have met her match in Michael. When a connection neither of them expects catches up with them, the shocking revelation means Charlotte may have run right into the arms of her enemy.

No sin stays a secret forever…

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About Merry Farmer

Merry Farmer is an award-winning author of Historical Romance and what she likes to call “Sci-Fi for Women.” She lives in suburban Philadelphia with her two cats and enough story ideas to keep her writing until she’s 132. Her second novel, The Faithful Heart, was a 2102 RONE Award finalist and her unpublished futuristic novel A Man’s World won first place in the Novel: Character category at the 2013 Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. She is out to prove that you can make a living as a self-published author and to help others to do the same.

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The Castle Blues Quake by Linda Covella

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Title: The Castle Blues Quake
Series: The Ghost Whisperer #1
Author: Linda Covella
Publication Date: July 20, 2014
Genre: Middle Grade Paranormal

12-year-old Pepper Connelly leaves her best friend, Chrissie, behind when her family moves from New York City to Santa Cruz, CA. Pepper discovers a boy, Corey, hiding in her backyard shed. Unknown to Pepper, Corey is a ghost trying to contact his grandfather, Boppie, before he crosses over. He tells Pepper he must locate Boppie before Social Services finds him. Pepper agrees to help.

While Pepper’s communication with Chrissie dwindles, her friendship with Corey grows. She tells Corey about her passion for writing songs, and throughout the story, she composes a song about Corey. Corey teaches Pepper to play the harmonica. Soon, she’s torn between finding Boppie and knowing when she does, Corey will certainly go back on the road with his traveling-musician grandfather.

Other characters help her on her quest: new classmate Ally Cressman, who dresses in an odd-ball, non-mall style; Sawtooth Sam, the mysterious saw-playing street musician; and Madame Mchumba, who performs her psychic readings at the Boardwalk amusement park. Earthquakes, haunted house rides, poltergeists, and crystal ball readings propel Pepper toward the shocking conclusion of her search.

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Today, I asked Linda to sharing her Top Ten favorite ghost-themed books and movies. As a young girl, I remember watching the old black and white film, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir. It was a delightful spooky romance with Rex Harrison playing a dead sea captain. I fantasized about  ghostly heroes for months afterward. See if you agree with Linda’s choices:

  1. The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, an old movie and TV show
  2. Caspar, a cartoon and movie
  3. The Ghosts of Past, Present, Future from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
  4. Nearly Headless Nick from Harry Potter
  5. The Headless Horseman from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
  6. Patrick Swayze in the movie Ghost
  7. Mr. and Mrs. Owens from The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
  8. Sissy from Deep and Dark and Dangerous by Mary Downing Hahn (all her books are deliciously creepy!)
  9. Clint and other ghosts from The Crossroads by Chris Grabenstein
  10. Inez from The Ghost Belonged to Me by Richard Peck (this book is laced with humor)

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Linda Covella’s varied job experience and education (associate degrees in art, business and mechanical drafting & design, a BS degree in Manufacturing Management) have led her down many paths and enriched her life experiences. But one thing she never strayed from is her love of writing.

A writer for over 30 years, her first publication was a restaurant review column, and as a freelance writer, she continued to publish numerous articles in a variety of publications. But when she published articles for children’s magazines (“Games and Toys in Ancient Rome” and “Traveling the Tokaido in 17th Century Japan,” in Learning Through History magazine, and “Barry’s Very Grown Up Day” in Zootles magazine), she realized she’d found her niche: writing for children. She wants to share with kids and teens her love of books: the worlds they open, the things they teach, the feelings they express.

The Castle Blues Quake, a middle grade paranormal, and Yakimali’s Gift, a historical novel for young adults, are her first novels.

She’s a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI).

No matter what new paths she may travel down, she sees her writing as a lifelong joy and commitment.

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Dylis J. Carnie’s Coming To Terms

Coming to Terms with Love by Dilys J. Carnie

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Will her past destroy her future?
But when Beth meets this giant of a man her heart beats a little faster. But no man would look at her, and she has a son…a son who she will fight to keep.

He tries to fight the attraction, but can he resist this woman?

Corey can’t help falling in love deeper than he ever wanted to. And when an old enemy of Beth’s turns up on the doorstep he steps forward to put an end to her past.

Will this be the beginning of their future together or the end of their dreams?

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The air was like a magnetic field, as if sparks were pinging around them in the air. She watched as he controlled himself, she admired the way he had not argued with her. Her own heart hammered against her ribs, it had been so close…so very close she couldn’t imagine the horror that would have been on his face if he had moved his hand any closer.

Beth tried to catch her own breath as she watched him in the moonlight. It seemed that every nerve ending in her body was tingling in a way she had never experienced before.

“I should apologize…only I’m not sorry,” he whispered in between the harshness of his breathing.

He looked at her and she trembled all over again. “Apologize for what? It was just a kiss.”

He stood straight moving closer to her making her take a step back.

“Just a kiss?”

“I…well a good kiss,” she stammered.

He laughed out loud. “Good? Be serious, Beth, you felt that as much as I did.” He took a step closer tilting her chin with his fingers. His gaze penetrated hers and she shook her head dislodging his fingers, taking a step back.

“Okay it was sensational…you’re a good kisser. So what? Plenty of men are.”

He sucked in a breath before he spoke.

“I touched you and the searing heat from you set me on fire, when we kissed your tongue wrapped itself round me so hard that I became part of you. The air around us is so charged that if someone dropped a match, it would explode.”

They were words she didn’t want to hear, she didn’t need him to tell her how it was for God’s sake she knew but…but there was no way in hell that she was ready for this. How could she expect someone else to accept her body when she was still coming to terms with it herself. The verve of the last few minutes started to leave her body and the realization of what had happened took over.

“Beth—”

She knew he was waiting for her to say something; she wanted to try and be as honest as she could.

“You’re right, we did…connect but it can’t go any further than this…I don’t want it.”

“Baloney.” He pushed his hands into his pockets scowling at her. “The minute we set eyes on each other we knew what it would be like once we touched, why the hell did you think that I left so quickly the other day?”

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Suzanne Lilly’s Gold Rush Deluge

 

Too late she realizes Kersey has a dark and murderous past
 

 

Publication Date: August 23, 2014
Genre: Historical Romance

When Lucinda Martin York and George Arnold leave Diggers Flat during a rainstorm, the Sacramento and American rivers crest, causing a deluge of epic proportions that engulfs the town of Sacramento. While Lucinda uses her medical skills to help save the citizens, George proposes a plan to stop the floodwaters and save the town.

Lucinda holds fast to her dream of becoming a doctor and apprentices to Dr. Mitchell Kersey. She falls under his spell, and too late she realizes Kersey has a dark and murderous past that has followed him to California. The danger she finds herself enmeshed in may end her dreams before they have even begun.

Based on historical events of 1850 Sacramento, Gold Rush Deluge is riveting and romantic.

 

 

 

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Pre-order Spanish Nights Book 1: a Jinn’s Seduction by Valerie Twombly

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Spanish Nights, A Jinn’s Seduction

Release Date: September 24, 2014
Publisher: Valerie Twombly

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Release Date: September 24, 2014

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 After a bitter divorce from her cheating husband, Makayla searches for her muse in the remote hills of Spain. When she flings open the door of her villa, she finds it in the form of intense blue eyes and a killer body attached to a thick Spanish accent.

Armand has lost everything. His magic and his freedom are taken when an evil curse is placed on the Jinn, bounding him to earth. With only his immortality and ability for seduction, he sets his sights on the dark haired newcomer in town.

What begins as desire in the steamy nights of Spain, quickly leads to something more meaningful. However, when evil emerges from the shadows, Makayla learns she must choose between her mortality and Armand’s freedom.

 

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Excerpt:

Makayla had been positive Armand was going to kiss her. Instead he’d set her aside and almost seemed angry that she had trusted him. Their ride back to the mainland had been quiet and almost tense. What had caused the sudden change? The kiss on the cheek? Everything had certainly gone to hell after that, but she could have sworn he wanted her.

She brushed the hair from her face. What did she know about men anyway? It had been two years since her last relationship and it had failed. She had failed. The entire idea was a mistake and she should just chalk it up to a lesson learned and move on. Tears stung her eyes. She thought she saw something good and decent in Armand. Even if only for a one-night stand, she thought he would have catered to her every need, giving her something her past relationships always lacked. Maybe she should just hire the deed done. Women did it all the time now and why not? Their sexual urges were the same as a man’s, only the rules were different.

Half an hour later, they were back at the dock and Armand helped her off the boat.

“I’ll escort you home.”

Really? She pursed her lips. “I’m sure you have lots to do. I can see myself home. Thank you again for a nice day.” She spun and started to walk away, but he was on her heels.

“I wasn’t asking.” He moved in beside her.

Kayla kept her gaze ahead. She could feel the heat rising up her neck. “Suit yourself.” If he wanted to walk with her then fine, but she refused to converse with him. The mixed signals he kept sending were making her dizzy. He went from seductive to demanding to angry with god-knows-what. The confusion running through her brain gave her a headache.

Ten silent minutes later, she finally reached her front door. She slipped the key into the lock and turned the handle. The door opened to reveal a darkened room and she could hardly wait to escape back into it. She wondered if the entire trip was a waste. Good manners had her turning around to face the sexy man who’d towered beside her all day.

“Thank you again. It was lovely.”

His hands gripped her upper arms and his body pinned her against the doorjamb. His lips crashed down on hers. Bruising. Demanding. His tongue pushed passed and swept into her mouth. He tasted of danger and sin and she wanted to swallow him whole. Every lean hard muscle of his chest pushed into her breasts causing them to ache. Her nipples pebbled against her bathing suit and begged to have his hot tongue glide across them. His erection, thick and hard, pressed into her belly. She wanted to touch him, but with her arms pinned at her side she could do nothing except remind herself to breathe.

He consumed her.

Armand nipped her bottom lip then pulled away causing her to moan. Even in the dusk of the evening, she could see the desire in his eyes. It burned her soul.

Querida, never trust a strange man again. I will be your one exception,” he whispered. “Do you understand?”

She swallowed. Her throat parched from the inferno brewing inside her like a wicked storm. “Y—Yes.”

“Good.” He released her then backed away. “Go inside now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening for dinner.”

“O—Okay.”

Kayla stepped past the entry and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the cool wood both to quench the fire that raged within and for support. She brought her fingers to her swollen lips and could almost feel him still pressing against her.

“What the hell just happened?”

Her legs were like Jell-O and her heart raced. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her. Not after the way things had ended. Even in her surprise, her body couldn’t help but respond. She had never been kissed like that before. It had been raw. His heat had seeped through her skin igniting something deep inside her.

“So that’s what it’s like? Holy hell.” She pushed herself off the door and walked across the living room on wobbly legs. She needed a cold shower. Ice cold to be exact.

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Valerie

As a child, Valerie would often get into trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can still hear her mother saying, “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could find.

Being a true romantic, Valerie was thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.

Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL.

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Spanish Nights, A Jinn’s Seduction

Release Date: September 24, 2014

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Meet my Characters Blog Hop~Meet Rolf from Rolf’s Quest

Hi everyone! I was invited to participate in this blog hop by Shehanne Moore and her adorable but ornery hamsters. You can read her post here  http://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/2014/08/24/meet-my-charac…-the-courtesan/ When you stop by, say ‘hi’ the hammies for me. They don’t bit but don’t turn your back on them either.

First, a bit of info about Shehanne Moore:

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When not cuddling inn signs in her beloved Scottish mountains, Shehanne Moore writes dark and smexy historical romance, featuring bad boys who need a bad girl to sort them out. She believes everyone deserves a little love, forgiveness and a second chance in life. Visit her blog to find out about past releases and hear more about her forthcoming time-slip historical, The Viking and The Courtesan. http://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/

Thanks for the invitation, Shey! Now, I’m supposed to choose one character from a work-in-progress or a recently published book and answer seven easy questions. Here goes!

Rolf’s Quest is the first book in my new Medieval Encounter series.

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Tentative Cover painted by Paul Merry of Marlow, England. First in the Medieval Encounters Series. Rolf will be front and center, cape flowing, as he summons the creatures he will shape-shifts into.

What is the name of your character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?

My main character’s name is Rolf. He is a descendant of Merlin. 

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When and where is the story set?

It is set during the reign of Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitane in the 12th century. Eleanor was a big fan of Arthur, the Round Table and chivalrous knights.

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What should we know about him/her?

He is a wizard and court advisor to the royal couple. He is also a shape-shifter. He loves to move through the night as a wolf or hawk. 

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What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

He is on a quest to break the curse that has plagued his family for generations. Merlin has been trapped in a hawthorn tree since Nimue bewitched him centuries ago. 

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What is the personal goal of the character?

He must find a woman whose love is true without the use of magic. The twist: she must also be willing to give up everything for him. But will he fight for her?

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Is there a working title for this novel and can we read more about it?

Rolf’s Quest is the working title. It is coming soon in the ‘Love Least Expected’ anthology to be released February 2015.

That was fun! Now who to poke for next week … hmmm. How about the talented Valerie Clarizo? Her third book in the romantic suspense series ‘A Nick Spinelli Mystery‘ will be released in February.

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Valerie is a writer of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and women’s fiction novels. She lives in beautiful Door County Wisconsin with her husband and one very spoiled cat. She loves to read, write, and spend time at her cabin in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. She’s lived her life surrounded by men, three brothers, a husband, and a male Siamese cat who required his own instruction manual. Keeping up with all the men in her life has turned her into a successful hunter and fisherwoman.

She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Wisconsin Romance Writers of America. Additionally, she was a finalist in the 2011 Celtic Hearts Romance Writers, Novellas Need Love, Too! Contest.

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And perhaps the lovely Kishan Paul? She has a novelette in the same  anthology with Rolf’s Quest and her debut contemporary romance to be released in 2015.  

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I am an aspiring new author currently working on a psychological thriller. A wife and proud mother of two, I love chocolates and all things spicy. I believe there is humor to be found in most aspects of life.

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YA Debut: The Haunting Of Secrets by Shelley Pickens

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In Aimee’s world where one touch can reveal a cesspool of carefully guarded secrets, the last thing she wants to be caught up in is a quest to expose a murderer, let alone fall for the cute, popular guy that has the biggest, dirtiest secret of all – and it’s a killer.

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Sixteen year old Aimee doesn’t like to touch people.  One touch and she sees their past.  One touch and she can see all the good and bad deeds a person has ever done.  It isn’t until a bomb explodes during lunch that she realizes exactly how many dirty secrets the students in her school harbor-or exactly how far one of them would go to keep his secrets safe.

In the aftermath of that fateful day of the bombing Aimee is brushed by a fellow student as they are caught in the mob running for their lives.  Images of tortured and murdered young girls rise up to choke her.  The problem is Aimee doesn’t know who touched her.  Somewhere in this school a fellow student is a killer, and Aimee is the only one that can find him before he kills again.  Though Aimee loathes human contact, she embarks on a mission to find the killer.  She enlists the help of her friends in school to aid in sifting through her stolen memories to determine clues.  The quest to find a killer unravels the very fabric of her carefully woven life and puts her in even more danger as one of her classmates is murdered and dumped in the woods behind the school.  The killer leaves a note for Aimee –“you are next.”  He won’t stop until he silences her- for only she knows all his secrets. She will have to summon all of her inner strength to decide what she must do: hunt or be hunted.  Are some secrets worth dying for?

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We have a surprise visitor today. Aimee, from The Haunting of Secrets, has stopped by to tell us a little about herself and give us the scoop on Shelley’s YA Paranormal debut novel. Let’s see if she gives away any secrets of her own. she has promised not to scare us. 

Why were you given that name?

My mother I’ve never known gave it to me

Is there a nickname you’re known by? Do you prefer it?

Aim, cause that’s what Logan calls me

When were you born?

1998

Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings? What do they mean to you?

Yes, I have a nose ring.

Do you have a personal scent (perfume or cologne)? If yes, what?

Yes, Moonlight Path from Bath and Body works

Do you have any siblings? If so, what are their names and ages?

I’m an orphan so if I do I don’t know them

Who has been your greatest influence (parent, friend, idol)? Why?

Mary. Because she’s one of the few people whose memories are not sinister and who accepts me despite the evil that follows me.

Where do you currently live (town, neighborhood, locale)?

I currently live in Bartow, GA

What sort of a home is it (castle, apartment, cardboard box)?

I live in a small house with my adopted mother Mary

With whom do you live? How do you feel about that person / people?

I live with my adopted mother Mary who loves me despite my curse.

How do you think your colleagues would describe you?

As a Goth girl who likes to be alone

Who is your best friend? Describe them briefly.

Dejana – she’s popular, pretty and a great artist

Who is your biggest rival / enemy?

Everyone. One touch and I know their every secret; hold their every memory. So my greatest enemy is anyone and everyone.

How would you spend an unexpected day off?

Alone reading a book in my room

What makes you blush?

Logan, his smile is intoxicating.

Have you undergone any dramatic physical transformations in your life?

I dye my hair black to go with my Goth exterior I show to the world. But my hair is really blonde.

How do you feel about children? Do you have or want to have your own?

I don’t’ feel comfortable around people so children would be out of the question. And it is also a possibility that they could inherit my curse which I would never do to a kid.

What do you dislike most about your life? What is missing?

The same thing actually – the Simple touch of another human being. Something I both fear and crave

 

About The Author

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Shelley Pickens has been in love with anything and everything on the dark side of paranormal since the time she learned to read.  After 15 years of teaching Spanish to high schoolers, she decided to take her unique firsthand knowledge of young adults and apply it to her passion for creative writing and fantasy.  When not teaching or writing, Shelley likes to spend time with her husband and two beautiful children in Atlanta, Ga.  Her escape from reality is her love of complex thriller and science fiction TV series like Supernatural and Sleepy Hollow.  In her spare time she is an avid reader of all types of genres.  THE HAUNTING OF SECRETS is her debut novel.

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Shelley-R.Pickens/e/B00M3BNI2Q/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

 

The Secret Bliss of Calliope Ipswich by Marcia Lynn McClure

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“Oh! Do link arms with me, Calliope,” Blanche whispered, her brown eyes widening with apprehension. She took Calliope’s arm, tightly linking it with her own. “The old Mulholland house still gives me the willies every time I walk past it. I hate to think on what might have gone on inside. It’s truly terrifyin’!”
“Oh, don’t be silly, Blanche,” Calliope said, feigning calm. “Poor Prudence’s lunacy…it’s sad. And besides, her fiendish acts were not committed inside the house. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just…it’s just a sad, empty building.” Calliope Ipswich felt the hypocrite, however, as an uncomfortable shiver of residual dread and unease shuttered down her spine,

More than six months had passed since the All Hollow’s Eve when the dangerous state of Prudence Mulholland’s fracturing mind had been revealed to the townsfolk of Meadowlark Lake. And now, each time Calliope thought of poor Prudence and her family, not only did her heart ache for their family’s unhappy lot but a chill of lingering horror rippled through her being.
In truth, at times Calliope wondered if it had all been simply a bad dream—a nightmare. But it hadn’t. It really had happened—all of it.

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Marcia Lynn McClure’s intoxicating succession of novels, novellas, and e-books, has established her as one of the most favored and engaging authors of true romance. Her unprecedented forte in weaving captivating stories of western, medieval, regency, and contemporary amour void of brusque intimacy has earned her the title “The Queen of Kissing.”

Marcia, who was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, has spent her life intrigued with people, history, love, and romance. A wife, mother, grandmother, family historian, poet, and author, Marcia Lynn McClure spins her tales of splendor for the sake of offering respite through the beauty, mirth, and delight of a worthwhile and wonderful story.

 

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