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Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Tasting Never by C.M. Stunich
~Synopsis~
"Never Ross wants to be loved.
It's that simple, but it's not that easy."
Never is a girl with a broken soul who doesn't date nice guys and can't seem to go to bed at night without crying herself to sleep. She doesn't need any complications in her life, especially not when they're attached to a man that could be her emotional twin.
Ty McCabe can't stand Never the first time he meets her. He's aware that the feeling's mutual and the two don't think they'll ever see each other again, but when fate takes a hand and puts them both in the wrong place at the wrong time, Ty and Never form a tentative friendship that opens the door on their dark sides and shows them what it's like to live in the light.
~MY REVIEW~
A beautiful~crazy mess of two lost souls that unite as one.
Never Ross is on a fast track of misery and loneliness. Her past led her to flee from home. She attends college far from home and uses sex as a coping mechanism. Yes....Never Ross is a sex addict.
While at a party one night she has her first run int with Ty McCabe. Ty and Never's first encounter ends on a sour note. Shortly after they run into each other at a convenient store where two guys and a girl come in to rob the store. Ty and Never take matters in their own hands in order to survive this dangerous , unexpected turn of events.
This ordeal brings Ty and Never together. They both will learn they have a lot in common than they could of ever imagined.
Ty feels something so overwhelming for Never that he suggests to her that they go to an SAA meeting. Sex Addicts Anonymous. It one of the best things he does for the both them. Ty has had his own issues with sex addiction. They have a number of tests run to make sure they have not contracted anything through out their sexual rendezvous.
From her on Ty and Never's friendship grows and Never begins to really open up to Ty about her past, her mom, her sisters and how her father was murdered.
Pandora's box has been opened and Ty is to thank for it. This in no shape or form is a bad thing. This journey will be the best therapy Ty and Never could of ever imagined.
There are so many unresolved issues in Never's life. She must have answers and some kind of closure to move on.
This book was exciting and a hard one to peel my nose out of. Ty and Never are on a crazy, twisted ride.
These two are a mess......but together a beautiful mess you don't want to miss out on.:)
~Synopsis~
"Never Ross wants to be loved.
It's that simple, but it's not that easy."
Never is a girl with a broken soul who doesn't date nice guys and can't seem to go to bed at night without crying herself to sleep. She doesn't need any complications in her life, especially not when they're attached to a man that could be her emotional twin.
Ty McCabe can't stand Never the first time he meets her. He's aware that the feeling's mutual and the two don't think they'll ever see each other again, but when fate takes a hand and puts them both in the wrong place at the wrong time, Ty and Never form a tentative friendship that opens the door on their dark sides and shows them what it's like to live in the light.
~MY REVIEW~
A beautiful~crazy mess of two lost souls that unite as one.
Never Ross is on a fast track of misery and loneliness. Her past led her to flee from home. She attends college far from home and uses sex as a coping mechanism. Yes....Never Ross is a sex addict.
While at a party one night she has her first run int with Ty McCabe. Ty and Never's first encounter ends on a sour note. Shortly after they run into each other at a convenient store where two guys and a girl come in to rob the store. Ty and Never take matters in their own hands in order to survive this dangerous , unexpected turn of events.
This ordeal brings Ty and Never together. They both will learn they have a lot in common than they could of ever imagined.
Ty feels something so overwhelming for Never that he suggests to her that they go to an SAA meeting. Sex Addicts Anonymous. It one of the best things he does for the both them. Ty has had his own issues with sex addiction. They have a number of tests run to make sure they have not contracted anything through out their sexual rendezvous.
From her on Ty and Never's friendship grows and Never begins to really open up to Ty about her past, her mom, her sisters and how her father was murdered.
Pandora's box has been opened and Ty is to thank for it. This in no shape or form is a bad thing. This journey will be the best therapy Ty and Never could of ever imagined.
There are so many unresolved issues in Never's life. She must have answers and some kind of closure to move on.
This book was exciting and a hard one to peel my nose out of. Ty and Never are on a crazy, twisted ride.
These two are a mess......but together a beautiful mess you don't want to miss out on.:)
Monday, February 25, 2013
Owlet Promo Blitz
Title: Owlet
Author: Emma Michaels
Genre: Young Adult Urban Fantasy
Blitz Host: Lady
Amber's Tours
Book Description:
Somewhere between falling and flying… there is a girl.
Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.
Iris has a secret. She lost her memory eight years ago and never told a living soul. After an asthma attack one night she finds out that her dreams of a strange house on a snowy island may be a memory resurfacing but the more she learns about the past the more she realizes the life she has been living is a lie. As the façade her father has built starts to crumble around her she will have to decide which means more to her; the truth or her life.
Author Bio:
Personal: Emma Michaels is a cover artist and author of The
Thirteenth Chime, Anasazi, Firstling and Owlet. As the
founder of The Writers Voice blog (http://OurBooksOurVoice.Blogspot.com)
she loves to connect authors and readers. Her love of blogging started when she
created a review blog in 2009 (www.EmmaMichaels.com)
that gave her that final push towards submitting her novel to her first
publisher, Bokheim Publishing. With her novel Owlet and her full
‘Society of Feathers’ series being published through Tribute Books she feels
blessed to be working with two of her favorite publishers to bring her books to
life.
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@EmmaMichaels
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
APOCALYPSE
An Anthology By Authors And Readers
Edited by Cynthia Shepp
~Synopsis~
An Anthology By Authors And Readers
Edited by Cynthia Shepp
~Synopsis~
What began as an idea soon set into motion a chain of events which would lead to the next
APOCALYPSE...
I want you to imagine that the world as we know it has ended. Total Apocalypse. You only have yourself and one other person you can rely on. There is no power, no water, and you are armed with only a backpack of supplies. In your backpack there are matches, four bottles of water, enough food to make it three days, and one weapon. Spin a web of survival, danger, and conflict. Tell us why the world as you knew it ended, tell us your fears, make up a world in which nothing is the same and survival is hard, and the world is against you. Tell us what you would do, where you would go, how you would get food and water, how you would protect yourself, and how you would make your life over again. You could even throw in some romance and meet some new people to help you on your journey.
11 authors,
11 different stories,
one main idea...
Welcome to the APOCALYPSE...
~MY REVIEW~
First of all this anthology was put together by a smart, savvy, reviewer/editor friend of mine. I already know what she has in her is absolutely brilliant. This started out as a contest on her book page that brought writers of all kinds together with one idea.....an apocalypse. Cynthia never ceases to amaze me with her editing skills and wonderful ideas. I am excited to see what journey she embarks upon next. She is a rock star through and through.
Now on with my individual takes on each story~
Story 1~Fade to Black by Jase Brantson
Jase wrote this story through dialogue, which to me was genius. Not only was that clever, but he threw me for a brilliant loop at the end of this story. No more details book lovers. Read it!!
Story 2~Artificial Life: The End Of Humanity by Kate Charles
Kat was the reason for the apocalypse. The father of her child, Christian dies and she is left alone. What Kat does to recreate a new human race will blow your mind!
Story 3~Shelf Life by S.L. Dearing
Shannon has been in her shelter for three weeks before she decides to wander out and see what has become of the world she once knew. Shannon and her dog Max find another survivor named Josh. Josh and Shannon encounter many obstacles. Good and bad, but they have one another. Will the survive the Apocalypse? S.L. Dearing brought a unique aspect to this story. In a bleak situation, there seems to be the hope of love.
This was one of my favorite reads.
Story 4~Welcome To The End Of The World (Population: Unknown) by R.M. Gilmore
The world has comet to an end. The main character of this story is forced to seek refuge in her basement. A man with a scythe enters her home and terrorizes her from above. He just doesn't want to rummage through her house for food and supplies. He is vile and wants much more. This psychological thrill ride will leave you dumbfounded.
Story 5~Lotion by Grayce Jantson (Jason Brant)
First of all this was another one of my faves.
A deadly virus has claimed the lives of millions of people. The main character is smart and on his own until after he runs into his neighbor Greg. This creates havoc and humor all at the same time. Greg is annoying to say the least. Jason Brant's imagination had me laughing from time to time. Even more than that, this story scared the s*** out of me.
Story 6~Until The End by Brittany Hiester
Brittany added humor to this story immediately. Brittany and her friend Christian worked together before the apocalypse. There was a tsunami that ends the world. They run into a fellow co-worker that has become a zombie....or has she?
Story 7~I Know My First Name Is Clossiana by K.T. Hennessy
Hmmm.....this one definitely threw me of course. It is short and very different from the rest of the stories. It is entertaining to say the least. It is one you have to read yourself and be the judge. I say this with the utmost respect. I liked it.
Story 8~Save Me by Heather Kirchoff
This story was gut wrenching to me. This story was written by a high school student. She takes us on a ride of pure, raw emotion in her efforts to survive. I wanted to reach in and strangle her brother. Raven is only fourteen and pushed away from her brother. According to him, Raven is holding him up. She ventures out on her own to survive. Feeling utterly betrayed, she meets Nathaniel. Together they have each other and a new found love. Will all be lost?
Story 9~Canyon Bound by Jon Messenger
Tommy and James are bound and determined to reach the Grand Canyon, where there are possible other survivors. This was riveting and will knock your socks off.
Story 10~What If by Jocelyn Sanchez
Very short story. I would of liked it to be a bit longer, but I applaud what detail was brought to the story.
Story 11~Cheyenne Mountain by Nicki Scalise
A woman and her dog are traveling to Cheyenne Mountain hoping to find a safe place to hide from the Anathema. Some say these could be demons, vampires or evil spirits that have taken over. She comes across a young man to whom of which she thinks is one of her. Oh boy is she sadly mistaken. One should never be so trusting!
Monday, February 18, 2013
Release of book 4 in The Sky Morrison Vampire Series
LEGACY OF BLOOD
by
J.L. McCOY
Official Synopsis
"Skye Morrison begged for death. Fortunately, someone didn't listen.
Skye awakens to discover
she has been irrevocably changed and the unprecedented circumstances of
her rebirth have now created a new threat to her very existence. Sired
by both the monster Amun and the vampire Archer Rhys, Skye must prove to
the army of An Dilis (The Faithful) whose essence is most dominant
within her and that she is not a danger to them or society. The
Faithful soon discover that she is unlike any vampire ever created
before as she struggles to adjust to her new life and the changes that
come with it.
Her recent brush with
death has made Skye realize that life is precious and she wastes no time
telling the one she loves how she feels about him.
But, Amun finds out that
someone interfered with Skye's transformation and the intrusion makes
him livid. He gives Skye 7 days to come to him or he threatens to begin
killing the ones she loves most.
Will Skye be able to survive long enough to enjoy her new life now that Amun is hunting her and everyone she loves?
Don't miss Legacy of Blood, the fourth installment in the popular Skye
Morrison Vampire Series brought to you by author J.L. McCoy."
~ Chapter 1~
I slowly opened my eyes and saw I was lying in an endless field of scarlet paintbrush wildflowers. I gasped at its beauty as I stood up and took in my surroundings. Tall hills rolled in every direction and the sea of flowers summited them as well. Where am I? I turned slow circles where I stood, trying to gauge where I was, but I had never seen this place before; I had never seen a place as breathtaking as this in my entire life.
I bent down and softly trailed my fingers over the dewy tops of the flowers as I slowly walked through them. Water droplets kissed each petal and shined and shimmered like diamonds in the bright morning sun.
How did I get here? I thought back as hard as I could, trying to remember. Slowly, memories of pain and blood flashed through my mind. I remembered looking up at Archer from my place in his arms and I gasped audibly as I recalled my painful death.
“I’m dead,” I whispered to myself as I looked around at the wildflower field again. It was so beautiful and could only mean one thing. “I made it to heaven?”
“No, child,” Amun said behind me and I whipped around as I fearfully clutched my hands to my chest. “Do not be afraid, Damu. I mean you no harm.”
“I-Is this one of your dreams?” I asked unsteadily. “Am I dreaming?”
“Something like that,” Amun nodded his head. “You are evolving, my precious.”
I suddenly remembered the last few words Archer and Trey spoke before I slipped into unconsciousness.
“Oh my God. Her eyes.”
“She’s transforming. She’s turning.”
“Her eyes are completely pitch black. They look just like…him.”
Anger coursed through me as my hands fisted tightly down at my sides. “What did you do to me?!” I roared.
“I granted you eternal life, Damu,” he said as he slowly stalked toward me, a look of absolute calm on his face. “You should be grateful, not angry.”
“You stole my life from me and you expect me to be grateful for it?!” I seethed. “Why? Why!”
“My son, the only other one I have ever sired, is long dead,” he explained as he stepped up to me and stopped. “It was time I sired another.”
“BUT WHY ME?!” I begged in a yell. “Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?!”
“Child,” he tsked, growing impatient. “I have given you a gift. Soon you will rise and take your place beside me. Rest in the fact that you will be at peace once your transformation is fully complete. You will obey me in all affairs and do so gladly. I am now your father, Nisiqtu, and soon I will be your husband.”
“Over my dead body,” I growled angrily as I started to back away.
“Too late,” he grinned as he thoughtfully tapped his index finger on his lips.
I turned and rushed through the endless field of flowers. I didn’t know where I was going; I just knew I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
“Precious,” Amun called affectionately in sing-song behind me. “There is much to discuss. Your transformation will soon be complete. Do you not have questions for me?”
I froze and took a deep breath as I closed my eyes. I did have questions; I had so many, many questions. I swallowed hard, squared my shoulders, and turned around. I marched back over with purpose and stopped a few feet from him. He was smiling affectionately at me and it was really starting to piss me off.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I growled as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I cannot resist,” he shrugged, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “You are breathtaking when you are angry.”
“I wish everyone would stop saying that,” I huffed as I threw my long red hair over my shoulder. “Are you really going to answer my questions?” I asked, cocking one eyebrow. “No games, just truth.”
“Of course, child.”
I took another deep breath and gathered my thoughts. I was really angry at him, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I wanted to get the answers I desperately needed.
“How is this possible?” I asked, fighting off the sting of tears. “How can I be turning into what you are? What did you do to me and when did you do it?”
Amun deliberately took a few steps toward me and offered me his elbow. “Walk with me.” I fought the urge to recoil as I hesitantly threaded my arm with his. We silently began strolling through the field; the only sound was Amun’s contented sigh. I had just opened my mouth to question him again, when he finally spoke up.
“It is lonely... wandering this Earth alone,” he said quietly. “At first, I only desired you for your ties to the Day Walkers. But, as time passed, you began to fascinate me. Granted, you still need to be broken, but with a little work, you will be spectacular. The first thing we should adjust is that mouth of yours, though. Your defiance will only cause my anger. You are to be submissive to me in all matters.”
“Submission is not in my nature,” I bit out through gritted teeth. What I really wanted to do was rip his eyeballs out, but I held my temper. I needed answers first…then I’d kill him.
“Oh, it will be, Nisiqtu,” he chuckled. “When you awaken, you will experience love for me and it will be overwhelming to you at first. You will immediately want to please me in all things, above all else. You will see, my precious. I told you that one day you would not despise me.”
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath. I silently prayed for patience. I was going to kill him before I got my answers, I was sure of it.
Amun chuckled as he heard my thoughts. “Sittu, Damu,” he said gently as he stilled and faced me. He lightly stroked my hair and I fought the urge to scream. “I will answer your questions.” We began walking again and he bent down to pick a flower as he continued. “When you were in my captivity, I will admit, you were not supposed to live. I had planned to have Martin drain you when we no longer needed you to lure in the Day Walkers. The situation changed, though. I decided to use you as my failsafe since you were extremely close with them. It was the perfect plan, really. Should they escape me, you would eventually evolve into what I am and destroy them for me. Phase two of my plan is almost complete. Soon you will awaken and you will accomplish what you are designed to do.”
I shook my head in shock and denial. “You can’t make me hurt them. I won’t do it. I won’t, Amun.”
“You will,” he said simply as he turned and gently inserted the stem of the scarlet wildflower into the hair above my ear. “I command it and you are driven to obey me. You will see…when you awaken, you will have no choice.”
“I’ll just kill myself,” I whispered to myself.
“You cannot, my precious,” he sighed. “My essence is within you. I am a part of you and you a part of me. Since I do not wish to die, neither will you. I know this is hard to understand right now, but you will be content with me. You will not only be my child, but I intend to make you my mate…my wife. Ankida was the last mate I had and that was thousands of years ago. It is time I moved on and who better to do it with. You are beautiful, fierce, and you will give me your undying loyalty. We will rule this world together, Nisiqtu, and we will begin with Archer’s death.”
“I don’t want to be your wife!” I yelled, trying to jerk my arm back from his. “I’ll never be yours. I hate you and I always will. Nothing you say or do to me will change that.”
Amun flashed to grab both of my arms above the elbows and he held me tightly. His grip was strong and I whimpered in pain. “You will love me!” he growled, his eyes turning black with anger. “You will be my mate and you will submit to me completely! You have no choice. I am within you. My soul is intertwining with yours as we speak.”
“No,” I cried, hot tears finally sliding down my cheeks. “How?”
Amun pulled me to his chest and cradled my head. My body was rigid with fear and anger, but a part of me relished his touch. It was everything I could do not to lean into him.
“When you were chained in the underground tomb, I shared a part of myself with you,” he explained gently as he stroked my hair. “I blew my essence into you; shared my very soul. I combined a part of it with yours. I did not think it would take as long as it did, though. It took you a full month before you entered the final stage of the transformation process.”
He BLEW his essence into me? Shared his soul with me? I immediately thought back to my time in the basement, picking through my memories to find when that event took place. The only thing I could come up with was the dream I had where Amun blew a thick smoke the color of desert sand into my lungs. I remembered the horrible, Acid-like pain I felt and I swallowed hard as I grabbed my throat. It wasn’t a dream?
“Yes, precious,” Amun smiled. “I see you remember now. I have been waiting rather impatiently for the moment where my essence would finally overtake your own, causing you to either die in your sleep or for you to be injured enough to spark the catalyst of your rebirth. I have never shared my essence with anyone before, truth be told, I did not know how long it would take. My son before you was given my blood.
Your rebirth is the first of its kind, Skye. You are not merely my daughter…you are a part of me. The anger, the rage you have been feeling? That was me. When you attempted to kill me in your dream, I beheld your full potential. Your murderous rage was breathtaking. You are very beautiful, Skye. You will become my partner in war and my lover in bed. We will have our revenge and then make love atop the carnage we leave behind.”
I jerked out of his arms and ran as fast as I could away from him.
“There is nowhere for you to go,” he laughed directly behind me. “You are in a dream state I control.”
I didn’t care what he said; I just knew I had to get away from him…away from the godless creature he was turning me into.
Suddenly, I was tackled from behind and I went sprawling on the ground as a rush of air left my lungs. I rolled over and began kicking and punching wildly at Amun.
“Damu, stop!” he yelled, the black abyss swallowing the whites of his eyes again. “Stop defying me! You will be mine, do you hear me? You will be mine!”
A few seconds later, he had me in complete submission. His hands were holding mine over my head and he had his lower body covering my legs, keeping them immobile.
“Please,” I began to cry. “Please, just kill me.” The words I spoke sparked some memory within me and I swallowed my sob with difficulty. “W-Wait. I-I asked Archer to kill me. He-He drained me…I felt it. How am I dreaming of you if I’m supposed to be dead? The dead don’t dream, do they?”
Amun smiled sinisterly. “The Day Walker was most likely too late. My essence has gradually been changing you over the course of weeks. Even if he drained you, I doubt you would completely die. He would have to decapitate, dismember, burn you completely and scatter the ashes to the four corners of the Earth to make sure you did not rise again. It is very hard to kill us, Nisiqtu. We are stronger, faster, smarter, and deadlier than them.”
“Please, Amun. I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want to be a vampire at all,” I pleaded desperately as my tears fell anew.
“Child,” he said gently, even though his eyes were still black with anger. “You and I are not vampires. Vampires were created when I turned my son using my blood. You were not given my blood; you were given a part of my soul.”
My face started to tingle as I looked up at Amun. “What do you mean you aren’t a vampire? What are you then?”
Amun’s eyes got wide as he looked down at me. His hands scrambled to grab onto me and I realized he wasn’t holding me anymore.
“What is this?!” he roared angrily, his eyes frantic.
I looked down and saw that my body was rapidly fading. I gazed up at Amun questioningly as the dream started to melt.
“Something is interfering!” he yelled, his voice teeming with rage as he desperately tried to capture me. “No! No! Nisiqtu! I will come for you!”
I slowly opened my eyes and saw I was lying in an endless field of scarlet paintbrush wildflowers. I gasped at its beauty as I stood up and took in my surroundings. Tall hills rolled in every direction and the sea of flowers summited them as well. Where am I? I turned slow circles where I stood, trying to gauge where I was, but I had never seen this place before; I had never seen a place as breathtaking as this in my entire life.
I bent down and softly trailed my fingers over the dewy tops of the flowers as I slowly walked through them. Water droplets kissed each petal and shined and shimmered like diamonds in the bright morning sun.
How did I get here? I thought back as hard as I could, trying to remember. Slowly, memories of pain and blood flashed through my mind. I remembered looking up at Archer from my place in his arms and I gasped audibly as I recalled my painful death.
“I’m dead,” I whispered to myself as I looked around at the wildflower field again. It was so beautiful and could only mean one thing. “I made it to heaven?”
“No, child,” Amun said behind me and I whipped around as I fearfully clutched my hands to my chest. “Do not be afraid, Damu. I mean you no harm.”
“I-Is this one of your dreams?” I asked unsteadily. “Am I dreaming?”
“Something like that,” Amun nodded his head. “You are evolving, my precious.”
I suddenly remembered the last few words Archer and Trey spoke before I slipped into unconsciousness.
“Oh my God. Her eyes.”
“She’s transforming. She’s turning.”
“Her eyes are completely pitch black. They look just like…him.”
Anger coursed through me as my hands fisted tightly down at my sides. “What did you do to me?!” I roared.
“I granted you eternal life, Damu,” he said as he slowly stalked toward me, a look of absolute calm on his face. “You should be grateful, not angry.”
“You stole my life from me and you expect me to be grateful for it?!” I seethed. “Why? Why!”
“My son, the only other one I have ever sired, is long dead,” he explained as he stepped up to me and stopped. “It was time I sired another.”
“BUT WHY ME?!” I begged in a yell. “Why couldn’t you just leave me alone?!”
“Child,” he tsked, growing impatient. “I have given you a gift. Soon you will rise and take your place beside me. Rest in the fact that you will be at peace once your transformation is fully complete. You will obey me in all affairs and do so gladly. I am now your father, Nisiqtu, and soon I will be your husband.”
“Over my dead body,” I growled angrily as I started to back away.
“Too late,” he grinned as he thoughtfully tapped his index finger on his lips.
I turned and rushed through the endless field of flowers. I didn’t know where I was going; I just knew I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
“Precious,” Amun called affectionately in sing-song behind me. “There is much to discuss. Your transformation will soon be complete. Do you not have questions for me?”
I froze and took a deep breath as I closed my eyes. I did have questions; I had so many, many questions. I swallowed hard, squared my shoulders, and turned around. I marched back over with purpose and stopped a few feet from him. He was smiling affectionately at me and it was really starting to piss me off.
“Stop looking at me like that,” I growled as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“I cannot resist,” he shrugged, a sly smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “You are breathtaking when you are angry.”
“I wish everyone would stop saying that,” I huffed as I threw my long red hair over my shoulder. “Are you really going to answer my questions?” I asked, cocking one eyebrow. “No games, just truth.”
“Of course, child.”
I took another deep breath and gathered my thoughts. I was really angry at him, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I wanted to get the answers I desperately needed.
“How is this possible?” I asked, fighting off the sting of tears. “How can I be turning into what you are? What did you do to me and when did you do it?”
Amun deliberately took a few steps toward me and offered me his elbow. “Walk with me.” I fought the urge to recoil as I hesitantly threaded my arm with his. We silently began strolling through the field; the only sound was Amun’s contented sigh. I had just opened my mouth to question him again, when he finally spoke up.
“It is lonely... wandering this Earth alone,” he said quietly. “At first, I only desired you for your ties to the Day Walkers. But, as time passed, you began to fascinate me. Granted, you still need to be broken, but with a little work, you will be spectacular. The first thing we should adjust is that mouth of yours, though. Your defiance will only cause my anger. You are to be submissive to me in all matters.”
“Submission is not in my nature,” I bit out through gritted teeth. What I really wanted to do was rip his eyeballs out, but I held my temper. I needed answers first…then I’d kill him.
“Oh, it will be, Nisiqtu,” he chuckled. “When you awaken, you will experience love for me and it will be overwhelming to you at first. You will immediately want to please me in all things, above all else. You will see, my precious. I told you that one day you would not despise me.”
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as I took a deep breath. I silently prayed for patience. I was going to kill him before I got my answers, I was sure of it.
Amun chuckled as he heard my thoughts. “Sittu, Damu,” he said gently as he stilled and faced me. He lightly stroked my hair and I fought the urge to scream. “I will answer your questions.” We began walking again and he bent down to pick a flower as he continued. “When you were in my captivity, I will admit, you were not supposed to live. I had planned to have Martin drain you when we no longer needed you to lure in the Day Walkers. The situation changed, though. I decided to use you as my failsafe since you were extremely close with them. It was the perfect plan, really. Should they escape me, you would eventually evolve into what I am and destroy them for me. Phase two of my plan is almost complete. Soon you will awaken and you will accomplish what you are designed to do.”
I shook my head in shock and denial. “You can’t make me hurt them. I won’t do it. I won’t, Amun.”
“You will,” he said simply as he turned and gently inserted the stem of the scarlet wildflower into the hair above my ear. “I command it and you are driven to obey me. You will see…when you awaken, you will have no choice.”
“I’ll just kill myself,” I whispered to myself.
“You cannot, my precious,” he sighed. “My essence is within you. I am a part of you and you a part of me. Since I do not wish to die, neither will you. I know this is hard to understand right now, but you will be content with me. You will not only be my child, but I intend to make you my mate…my wife. Ankida was the last mate I had and that was thousands of years ago. It is time I moved on and who better to do it with. You are beautiful, fierce, and you will give me your undying loyalty. We will rule this world together, Nisiqtu, and we will begin with Archer’s death.”
“I don’t want to be your wife!” I yelled, trying to jerk my arm back from his. “I’ll never be yours. I hate you and I always will. Nothing you say or do to me will change that.”
Amun flashed to grab both of my arms above the elbows and he held me tightly. His grip was strong and I whimpered in pain. “You will love me!” he growled, his eyes turning black with anger. “You will be my mate and you will submit to me completely! You have no choice. I am within you. My soul is intertwining with yours as we speak.”
“No,” I cried, hot tears finally sliding down my cheeks. “How?”
Amun pulled me to his chest and cradled my head. My body was rigid with fear and anger, but a part of me relished his touch. It was everything I could do not to lean into him.
“When you were chained in the underground tomb, I shared a part of myself with you,” he explained gently as he stroked my hair. “I blew my essence into you; shared my very soul. I combined a part of it with yours. I did not think it would take as long as it did, though. It took you a full month before you entered the final stage of the transformation process.”
He BLEW his essence into me? Shared his soul with me? I immediately thought back to my time in the basement, picking through my memories to find when that event took place. The only thing I could come up with was the dream I had where Amun blew a thick smoke the color of desert sand into my lungs. I remembered the horrible, Acid-like pain I felt and I swallowed hard as I grabbed my throat. It wasn’t a dream?
“Yes, precious,” Amun smiled. “I see you remember now. I have been waiting rather impatiently for the moment where my essence would finally overtake your own, causing you to either die in your sleep or for you to be injured enough to spark the catalyst of your rebirth. I have never shared my essence with anyone before, truth be told, I did not know how long it would take. My son before you was given my blood.
Your rebirth is the first of its kind, Skye. You are not merely my daughter…you are a part of me. The anger, the rage you have been feeling? That was me. When you attempted to kill me in your dream, I beheld your full potential. Your murderous rage was breathtaking. You are very beautiful, Skye. You will become my partner in war and my lover in bed. We will have our revenge and then make love atop the carnage we leave behind.”
I jerked out of his arms and ran as fast as I could away from him.
“There is nowhere for you to go,” he laughed directly behind me. “You are in a dream state I control.”
I didn’t care what he said; I just knew I had to get away from him…away from the godless creature he was turning me into.
Suddenly, I was tackled from behind and I went sprawling on the ground as a rush of air left my lungs. I rolled over and began kicking and punching wildly at Amun.
“Damu, stop!” he yelled, the black abyss swallowing the whites of his eyes again. “Stop defying me! You will be mine, do you hear me? You will be mine!”
A few seconds later, he had me in complete submission. His hands were holding mine over my head and he had his lower body covering my legs, keeping them immobile.
“Please,” I began to cry. “Please, just kill me.” The words I spoke sparked some memory within me and I swallowed my sob with difficulty. “W-Wait. I-I asked Archer to kill me. He-He drained me…I felt it. How am I dreaming of you if I’m supposed to be dead? The dead don’t dream, do they?”
Amun smiled sinisterly. “The Day Walker was most likely too late. My essence has gradually been changing you over the course of weeks. Even if he drained you, I doubt you would completely die. He would have to decapitate, dismember, burn you completely and scatter the ashes to the four corners of the Earth to make sure you did not rise again. It is very hard to kill us, Nisiqtu. We are stronger, faster, smarter, and deadlier than them.”
“Please, Amun. I don’t want to be like you. I don’t want to be a vampire at all,” I pleaded desperately as my tears fell anew.
“Child,” he said gently, even though his eyes were still black with anger. “You and I are not vampires. Vampires were created when I turned my son using my blood. You were not given my blood; you were given a part of my soul.”
My face started to tingle as I looked up at Amun. “What do you mean you aren’t a vampire? What are you then?”
Amun’s eyes got wide as he looked down at me. His hands scrambled to grab onto me and I realized he wasn’t holding me anymore.
“What is this?!” he roared angrily, his eyes frantic.
I looked down and saw that my body was rapidly fading. I gazed up at Amun questioningly as the dream started to melt.
“Something is interfering!” he yelled, his voice teeming with rage as he desperately tried to capture me. “No! No! Nisiqtu! I will come for you!”
J.L. McCoy writes Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance novels. She resides in the beautifully weird city of Austin, Texas with her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny. She has always been a passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling, listening to heavy metal/classic rock/80s music, getting mani/pedis with her girls, and singing karaoke. She loves body art and is hopelessly addicted to Sonic’s ice and Route 44 un-sweet raspberry iced tea.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Title: Rue Volley’s Naughty Box Tour
Author: Rue Volley
Genre: Paranormal Erotica
Blitz Host: Nevermore Publicity
Author~Rue Volley
Rue Volley resides on earth with her fabulous husband
Von Erik and two pugs Momo and Oshi. She loves art in all forms and started
playing violin at age 10, guitar at age 18 and singing at 20. She grew up
attending Catholic schools and dreaming of something more. Her love for
anything artistic was inherited from her Mother Melanie, who sang, was a
seamstress and sketch artist and always encouraged her to follow her dreams.
Rue is an accomplished author, photographer and jewelry maker and never stops
to think she cannot do something without at least trying first.
Synopsis: “One Bite” book one
Kaylen is a woman who is seeking the truth and finds more
than she bargained for. Join Kaylen, a homicide detective and her partner,
Sebastian, a man who would do anything to protect her, as they weave their way
through a deep and dark maze to uncover a mysterious murder that hit way to
close to home for Kaylen.
"One Bite" is a seductive and dirty read, exposing
not only Kaylen and Sebastians wild passions but will send you on a journey
from the harsh streets of New York city to the dangerous hillsides of Romania.
This story is filled with lust and devilish vampires, who have no compassion
for humanity. It is extremely graphic in nature and intended for a mature
audience. This is book one in the "vampire fetish series", sure to
tantilate and leave you wanting more.
“Two Bites” book two
Kaylen and Sebastian are homicide detectives and new members
of the undead. Bound together with blood lust and hell bent on avenging
Kaylen's mother's brutal murder they find themselves out of their depth with a
new vampire, Johnny, in tow. Desperate to catch the head vamp responsible for
their 'condition' they take extreme measures, but at what cost? "Two
Bites" is the follow up to "One Bite" in Rue Volley's Best
Selling Vampire Fetish Series.
“Three bites four” book three
Three bites four is the final book in the Vampire Fetish
series. Join Kaylen, Sebastian and Johnny as they battle for their future as
well as all of mankind. This book is graphic in nature with scenes of violence
and very steamy sex. 18+
~LINKS~
http://ruevolley.moonfruit.com/
https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Author-Rue-Volley/146299465525490?fref=ts
Saturday, February 16, 2013
~~FADE TO SILVER BLOG TOUR~~
Book: Fade to Silver (Book 2)
~Series: The In Between Series~
Genre: YA
~Author: Catherine Converse~
Tour Organizer: B3 Blog Tours
Fade to Silver Synopsis:
Adie is forced into new territory when her
dream overlaps with a complete stranger in a different part of the country,
while Dannika escapes from Research, not accepting the new assets in her brain
that will change the way she works forever. Despite their separation, their
lives merge once again to solve a major corporate conspiracy case, where one
man has already lost his life, and Adie has set interference in motion on the
next victim in line. But the corporation holds something that is so special,
they aren’t the only ones that are willing to kill for it.
With two young men battling for her affection, Adie struggles to keep focus on the case. Once again, Adie and Dannika become the targets, as they become identified as obstacles for those who are after the corporation’s unique discovery. Until it becomes clear that only one person has the power to stop the chain reaction that has begun. And only one question will reveal that person. Who holds the key?
With two young men battling for her affection, Adie struggles to keep focus on the case. Once again, Adie and Dannika become the targets, as they become identified as obstacles for those who are after the corporation’s unique discovery. Until it becomes clear that only one person has the power to stop the chain reaction that has begun. And only one question will reveal that person. Who holds the key?
Author Bio:
Catherine
Converse lives with her husband and four children in beautiful Montana. She
squeaked by with a Business Degree at Carroll College, only to realize (while
glancing back at transcripts years later) that the only A’s she got were in
Writing and Literature classes.
She wishes
there were more hours in the day (who doesn’t, right), and that her mind would
just shut down sometimes.
If not
writing, or researching, she would really like to be outside with her family,
and preferably on her snowboard. Or just petting their horses.
Catherine Converse’s Links:
Catherine
Converse official Website: http://catherineconversebooks.com/
Catherine
Converse on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Catherine-Converse/e/B0091ZQB44/?_encoding=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&linkCode=ur2&tag=boobroandbar-20
Catherine
Converse on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6485160.Catherine_Converse
Fade
to Silver Links:
Fade to Silver on Goodreads:
Fade
to Silver on Amazon:
http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&bc1=000000&IS2=1&bg1=FFFFFF&fc1=000000&lc1=0000FF&t=boobroandbar-20&o=1&p=8&l=as4&m=amazon&f=ifr&ref=ss_til&asins=B00APOV8RAFriday, February 15, 2013
Wicked Valentine (Sizzling Encounters Book 2)
Blurb
Who knew being wicked could be this fun?
Maxwell Stone has wanted Sabrina for over a year. But Nina’s the ultimate professional and has no intention of getting involved. That is, until the night she gets a little tipsy and finds herself begging for his touch.
After an intense night of making Nina’s sexual fantasies come true, Max finds he doesn’t want to let her go. Nina wants Maxwell too, but she won’t put her job on the line for any man. She loves the passion they shared, but when she’s invited to the Wicked Valentine Ball, she decides it’s time to put Max out of her mind. Of course, the last thing she expects is for him to be her escort. And she doesn’t expect to find someone else trying to keep them apart. Permanently…
Maxwell Stone has wanted Sabrina for over a year. But Nina’s the ultimate professional and has no intention of getting involved. That is, until the night she gets a little tipsy and finds herself begging for his touch.
After an intense night of making Nina’s sexual fantasies come true, Max finds he doesn’t want to let her go. Nina wants Maxwell too, but she won’t put her job on the line for any man. She loves the passion they shared, but when she’s invited to the Wicked Valentine Ball, she decides it’s time to put Max out of her mind. Of course, the last thing she expects is for him to be her escort. And she doesn’t expect to find someone else trying to keep them apart. Permanently…
Excerpt
Chapter One
What in the hell was wrong with this picture? She was at a retreat, or what she liked to think of as a stupid idea someone with too much time had come up with to push her and her coworkers into learning to communicate better, get a feel for what each employee wanted to get out of the job, and figure out a way to provide better service…and some other crap she couldn’t remember at the moment.
Why in the world did she have to be there? She slapped her calf, killing off another mosquito. Darkness enveloped the group around the campfire, which made it easy for her glance over to the side and chug on the wine bottle, the one she had strategically placed next to the tree trunk she sat on. Everyone was so involved in “sharing” that they didn’t notice her getting drunk in the back, alone. And that was perfectly fine by her.
If only they would stop the incessant chatter already and send her off to bed, giving her some peace. But if she went to bed in her very lonely cabin, she wouldn’t be able to watch Max.
She glanced off to the side, as if admiring the scenery, and took another gulp of wine, the fruity flavor no longer bursting on her tongue but mixing with the lingering sweetness from her previous swig.
“Sabrina?” Eve’s sharp tone made her jerk to face the rest of the group. Normally she wouldn’t mind being called by her real name, though everyone outside of work knew her as Nina, but the way Eve said it, with so much severity, it made her want to wince.
“Hmm?”
The outdoors and nature did nothing to smooth out Eve’s harsh features. Nor did she look anywhere near friendly with the glare she directed toward Nina. Nina had to fight the urge to giggle every time Eve looked at her that way. Eve reminded her of Cruella de Vil.
“I asked if there was anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Nina’s gaze slid past Eve to lock on Max. His lips quirked, almost like he knew exactly what she’d been doing. Too bad he was so far away and there were all those people there, or she’d finally do something about the attraction that didn’t let her sleep. She was ready to finally give in to temptation and have her way with him. Screw the fact that they worked together. Or better said, she worked for him.
“No, Eve. I think what you have shared covers all the important points we’re here to discuss.” Lie. She had no clue what Eve had been saying.
Eve’s frown smoothed, and she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Sabrina.” She turned back to the others, effectively dismissing her. “As I was saying…”
Nina shut Eve’s low, droning voice out of her mind again and peeked down a passageway between the trees. There was enough light from the campsite, she could just make out her way down the path. Curiosity got a hold of her. She stood on wobbly legs and blinked. The group spun out of focus for a second.
“Sabrina?”
Nina took a few steps toward the dimly lit passage in the woods before she turned to Max’s enquiring voice. “I’m just going to the ladies room for a moment.” She pointed in the direction of the trees.
“Wait! That’s not…”
She ignored Max’s call to her and strolled off, breaking twigs and dead leaves with each step. Mosquitoes nibbled on her legs, each bite a constant reminder that she wished she was home in her bed, relaxing, or at least with someone that would help her fight the arousal shooting through her whenever she glanced at Max. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while back. Since he didn’t get the message that she was no longer interested, she had stopped going to the places she might encounter him.
With each step she took, the sound of the river beckoned her in its direction. Her foot caught, and she tripped on a branch. She squealed as the earth tilted in front of her. Rocky ground rushed up to meet her face.
A strong pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and hauled her backward. “I got you.” Max’s deep voice caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she cared.
He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk, pulling her with him.
Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any longer.
“I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
“No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of fighting this. I want you.”
“Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp inhale when she licked his neck.
“Sabrina…”
Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her. She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face, showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to what her body desired. And it desired Max.
“Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”
What in the hell was wrong with this picture? She was at a retreat, or what she liked to think of as a stupid idea someone with too much time had come up with to push her and her coworkers into learning to communicate better, get a feel for what each employee wanted to get out of the job, and figure out a way to provide better service…and some other crap she couldn’t remember at the moment.
Why in the world did she have to be there? She slapped her calf, killing off another mosquito. Darkness enveloped the group around the campfire, which made it easy for her glance over to the side and chug on the wine bottle, the one she had strategically placed next to the tree trunk she sat on. Everyone was so involved in “sharing” that they didn’t notice her getting drunk in the back, alone. And that was perfectly fine by her.
If only they would stop the incessant chatter already and send her off to bed, giving her some peace. But if she went to bed in her very lonely cabin, she wouldn’t be able to watch Max.
She glanced off to the side, as if admiring the scenery, and took another gulp of wine, the fruity flavor no longer bursting on her tongue but mixing with the lingering sweetness from her previous swig.
“Sabrina?” Eve’s sharp tone made her jerk to face the rest of the group. Normally she wouldn’t mind being called by her real name, though everyone outside of work knew her as Nina, but the way Eve said it, with so much severity, it made her want to wince.
“Hmm?”
The outdoors and nature did nothing to smooth out Eve’s harsh features. Nor did she look anywhere near friendly with the glare she directed toward Nina. Nina had to fight the urge to giggle every time Eve looked at her that way. Eve reminded her of Cruella de Vil.
“I asked if there was anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”
Nina’s gaze slid past Eve to lock on Max. His lips quirked, almost like he knew exactly what she’d been doing. Too bad he was so far away and there were all those people there, or she’d finally do something about the attraction that didn’t let her sleep. She was ready to finally give in to temptation and have her way with him. Screw the fact that they worked together. Or better said, she worked for him.
“No, Eve. I think what you have shared covers all the important points we’re here to discuss.” Lie. She had no clue what Eve had been saying.
Eve’s frown smoothed, and she lifted her chin. “Thank you, Sabrina.” She turned back to the others, effectively dismissing her. “As I was saying…”
Nina shut Eve’s low, droning voice out of her mind again and peeked down a passageway between the trees. There was enough light from the campsite, she could just make out her way down the path. Curiosity got a hold of her. She stood on wobbly legs and blinked. The group spun out of focus for a second.
“Sabrina?”
Nina took a few steps toward the dimly lit passage in the woods before she turned to Max’s enquiring voice. “I’m just going to the ladies room for a moment.” She pointed in the direction of the trees.
“Wait! That’s not…”
She ignored Max’s call to her and strolled off, breaking twigs and dead leaves with each step. Mosquitoes nibbled on her legs, each bite a constant reminder that she wished she was home in her bed, relaxing, or at least with someone that would help her fight the arousal shooting through her whenever she glanced at Max. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend a while back. Since he didn’t get the message that she was no longer interested, she had stopped going to the places she might encounter him.
With each step she took, the sound of the river beckoned her in its direction. Her foot caught, and she tripped on a branch. She squealed as the earth tilted in front of her. Rocky ground rushed up to meet her face.
A strong pair of hands grabbed her by the waist and hauled her backward. “I got you.” Max’s deep voice caressed her ear while he helped her straighten.
Swooshing from water streaming nearby and crickets, somewhere in the vicinity, were the only sounds to be heard. Each noise drove home the fact she was outdoors and anyone could come by, not that she cared.
He shifted her in his arms until she faced him, her front leaning heavily into his muscled body. She sighed, glancing up into his shadowed face. Not that she needed light to know what his delectable square jaw looked like. Or how brilliant his blue eyes were. He leaned back into a thick tree trunk, pulling her with him.
Slow caresses trailed down her back, making her shiver and her blood thicken in her veins. With each intimate touch, her body throbbed. It was time to stop torturing herself. She couldn’t fight her body any longer.
“I think you’ve had a few too many, beautiful. Let’s get you back to your cabin.”
“No.” She lifted on the tips of her trainers, curled her hands around his neck, and pulled his head down to her. “Now stop torturing me, and kiss me, damn it.”
He groaned softly. “Sabrina, you’ve definitely had too much to drink. Sneaking in wine was not part of the agenda, you know.” He stroked down her spine to the curve of her ass and palmed her cheeks.
She huddled closer, cradling his erection in the juncture of her thighs. “I know it wasn’t, but Eve is boring. And it’s not that I’ve had too much too much to drink. I’ve just had enough, Max. I’m tired of fighting this. I want you.”
“Baby, you hate my guts.” He chuckled, lowered, and dropped a kiss on her nose.
Arousal gathered inside her, heating her blood by more degrees than she cared to admit. “No. I don’t hate you. I just don’t like that I want you so much.” She kissed his jaw, loving the sound of his sharp inhale when she licked his neck.
“Sabrina…”
Breaths mingled, gazes connected, and wet heat dripped from her sex. It was pure torture to have his sexy mouth so close and not get a taste. “Just kiss me, Max. I need you.”
Peaks of tension zigzagged inside her and made her shudder. He held her neck with one hand, tilted her head back, and swooped down for a kiss. Potent need, unlike any she’d ever felt before, possessed her. She whimpered into the sensual kiss. Each swipe of his tongue over hers added kindling to the explosions going off inside her. She raked her nails down his T-shirt, over his hard-muscled chest, and to his jeans. “Fuck me.”
He drew back from their kiss, ending the twining of their tongues. A scowl, deeply etched on his face, showed his disbelief at her words. But this time she wasn’t going with logic. She decided to give in to what her body desired. And it desired Max.
“Sabr—” One soft moan left his lips when she gripped his cock over his jeans.
“Max, this isn’t a game. I want to see you.” She panted, unbuckling his belt. “I want to touch you.” Excitement rushed through her, urging her to unzip his jeans. “I want to taste you…”
Author
Bio:
Want to
know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of
the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York,
Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her
husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s
addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts
coffee.
A bookworm
when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and
Cynthia Sax, and Dianne Duvall among others.
Contact
Info.
Email: millytaiden@gmail.com
Website: http://www.millytaiden.com
Twitter: https://www.twitter.com/millytaiden
Other
Books by April Angel:
Stranded
Temptation
Mr. Buff
(Sizzling Encounters Book 1)
As Milly Taiden
Wynter’s
Captive
Sharp
Change
Halloween
Heat III – Mate Event
Fate’s
Wish
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Title: Betrayals of Spring (Forever Fae 2)
Author: LP Dover
Release Day: February 13, 2013
Genre: Fantasy, New Adult
Blitz Host: Lady
Amber's Tours
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Synopsis:
The smell of rain vastly approaches as we are lying on the ground in a sea of flowers. They surround our bodies while the fresh Spring wind caresses our skin with its soft, gentle touch. Combined as one, we stare into each other’s eyes as we bask in the pleasure of our love and OUR land.
The Land of the Fae has flourished bringing a new beginning and a new court, the Fall Court. Five years have passed since then along with the dreaded day that Meliantha, Summer Court Princess and one of the powerful Four, was betrayed and broken-hearted by the sexy and alluring Winter Prince, Kalen. Spurned by the man she loves, Meliantha has turned and fallen into the arms of the fierce and handsome warrior, Finn, who understands she can never love him, but wants more than anything to mend her broken heart. The Winter Solstice Ball is approaching, meaning Meliantha will have to face the Winter Prince and make it out of there with her heart intact. But what does she do when Prince Kalen acts as if nothing ever happened and seems more in love with her than ever before?
The dark sorcerer has planned his twisted game of lies and deceit well, and has enjoyed making himself a player without anyone’s knowledge. The game is almost over and the players are exactly where they are needed to be. Will Meliantha figure out his twisted game and save all the players? Or will the dark sorcerer once again obtain the power of the Four and take everything away from her…..even her one true love?
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The smell of rain vastly approaches as we are lying on the ground in a sea of flowers. They surround our bodies while the fresh Spring wind caresses our skin with its soft, gentle touch. Combined as one, we stare into each other’s eyes as we bask in the pleasure of our love and OUR land.
The Land of the Fae has flourished bringing a new beginning and a new court, the Fall Court. Five years have passed since then along with the dreaded day that Meliantha, Summer Court Princess and one of the powerful Four, was betrayed and broken-hearted by the sexy and alluring Winter Prince, Kalen. Spurned by the man she loves, Meliantha has turned and fallen into the arms of the fierce and handsome warrior, Finn, who understands she can never love him, but wants more than anything to mend her broken heart. The Winter Solstice Ball is approaching, meaning Meliantha will have to face the Winter Prince and make it out of there with her heart intact. But what does she do when Prince Kalen acts as if nothing ever happened and seems more in love with her than ever before?
The dark sorcerer has planned his twisted game of lies and deceit well, and has enjoyed making himself a player without anyone’s knowledge. The game is almost over and the players are exactly where they are needed to be. Will Meliantha figure out his twisted game and save all the players? Or will the dark sorcerer once again obtain the power of the Four and take everything away from her…..even her one true love?
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Author Bio:
I am an avid reader that loves
my collection of books. Writing has always been a passion of mine and now I am
glad that I get to share my passion with the world. I live in North Carolina and I absolutely love being a
southern girl. I spent several years in college starting out with a major in Psychology
and then switching to dental. I worked in the dental field for eight years and
then decided to stay home with my two beautiful girls. I spent the beginning of
my reading years reading suspense thrillers, but now I can't get away from the
paranormal/fantasy books. I knew ever since then that if I wrote anything it
would be in a paranormal aspect. Now that I have started on my passion and
began writing, you will not see me go anywhere without a notebook and pen.
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Link to Release Party for Betrayals of Spring Below
Links:
GoodReads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6526309.L_P_Dover
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/LP-Dover/318455714919114
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Monday, February 11, 2013
Title: Obsession and Sacrifice (Sequel to The Impostor, A
Love Story
Author: Tiffany Carmouche
Expected Release Date: February 11, 2013
Genre: New Adult Suspense Romance
Tour Host: Lady
Amber's Tours
Book Description:
Obsession and Sacrifice is the second book in a romantic
trilogy about unexpected love and a woman's fight for survival.
When Nichole wakes up in the hospital room from a coma, she has no memory of who she is or how she got there. Only the scars on her body reveal some horrific event took place and she is lucky to be alive…alive…but could she still be in danger?
Her only hope to rediscover her past and avoid a killer's obsession lies in the hands of two men: sexy Dylan, her boyfriend, who used to captivate her and now prays she will remember how much they cared for one another, and Bradley, her charming best friend, who has secretly loved her all along. She feels safe around both men, but to her, they are strangers. Nicole must decide who to trust, not only with her heart, but with her life.
They are rivals--both men want to win her love. But they are allies as well. The two vow to give her a second chance at life and both will sacrifice everything to make sure she survives.
When Nichole wakes up in the hospital room from a coma, she has no memory of who she is or how she got there. Only the scars on her body reveal some horrific event took place and she is lucky to be alive…alive…but could she still be in danger?
Her only hope to rediscover her past and avoid a killer's obsession lies in the hands of two men: sexy Dylan, her boyfriend, who used to captivate her and now prays she will remember how much they cared for one another, and Bradley, her charming best friend, who has secretly loved her all along. She feels safe around both men, but to her, they are strangers. Nicole must decide who to trust, not only with her heart, but with her life.
They are rivals--both men want to win her love. But they are allies as well. The two vow to give her a second chance at life and both will sacrifice everything to make sure she survives.
Author Bio:
When Tiffany Carmouché is not writing Romance novels, you
can find her sculpting, traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in
music or enjoying her family.
She loves to travel. Sky diving in Alaska, riding camels in Africa, working with orphans in Argentina, dancing salsa in Ecuador, scuba diving in Hawaii, traveling throughout Spain, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy are a few of her adventures. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters strive to accomplish their dreams.
For many years, she put her passions on hold. She lost sight of who she was and the things that made her truly happy. She says she felt almost defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. And her secret hope is anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times you have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to your feet and learning to breathe again.
She loves to travel. Sky diving in Alaska, riding camels in Africa, working with orphans in Argentina, dancing salsa in Ecuador, scuba diving in Hawaii, traveling throughout Spain, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy are a few of her adventures. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters strive to accomplish their dreams.
For many years, she put her passions on hold. She lost sight of who she was and the things that made her truly happy. She says she felt almost defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. And her secret hope is anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times you have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to your feet and learning to breathe again.
The Impostor Book Trailer
Links:
Website http://www.tiffanycarmouche.com/
Links to
where Tiffany Carmouche's book(s) are sold :
http://tinyurl.com/cabmnc9 Amazon ebook ****
http://tinyurl.com/dyooebc Barnes and Noble ebook ***
http://tinyurl.com/cf2vvbt Paperback ****
http://www.tiffanycarmouche.com/#!buy-now/c1j7z
Buy the books info **** UK etc...
Other:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qOaIExYG5YQ Fan made book trailer *****
http://www.facebook.com/TheImpostorFanClub?ref=hl Fan Club ****
http://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCarmoucheAuthor?ref=hlFacebook
Author Page ***
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Obsession-Sacrifice-Love-Story-by-Tiffany-Carmouche/510398818990960?ref=hl
Obsession fan page ****
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15747559-the-impostor-a-love-story
Goodreads The Impostor ****
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16228823-obsession-and-sacrifice
Goodreads Obsession and Sacrifice****
Tiffany
Carmouche
http://tinyurl.com/cabmnc9 Amazon ebook
http://tinyurl.com/dyooebc Barnes and Noble ebook
http://tinyurl.com/cf2vvbt Paperback
http://www.facebook.com/TheImpostorFanClub?ref=hl Fan Club
http://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCarmoucheAuthor?ref=hl Facebook Author Page
http://tinyurl.com/cabmnc9 Amazon ebook
http://tinyurl.com/dyooebc Barnes and Noble ebook
http://tinyurl.com/cf2vvbt Paperback
http://www.facebook.com/TheImpostorFanClub?ref=hl Fan Club
http://www.facebook.com/TiffanyCarmoucheAuthor?ref=hl Facebook Author Page
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