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1. Release Blitz- Deceptions by Sean Hayden

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An Urban Fantasy Novel

DECEPTIONS

(Demonkin, #2)

by

Sean Hayden

Published by Untold Press

Deceptions
The great State of California has elected themselves a new governor…and he’s a vampire! Many hope it will bring some peace between the humans and vampires. Many don’t, which could be the reason someone is trying to kill him. Knowing they can’t protect him from supernatural terrorist attacks, the Department of Homeland Security turns to the only people who can, the FBI. More importantly, their only vampire agent. Ashlyn may be Governor Greer’s only hope, but can she keep him alive without starting a war of her own? When the lines begin to blur and it becomes difficult to separate her enemies from her allies, Ashlyn may end up doing just that.
The great State of California has elected themselves a new governor…and he’s a vampire! Many hope it will bring some peace between the humans and vampires. Many don’t, which could be the reason someone is trying to kill him. Knowing they can’t protect him from supernatural terrorist attacks, the Department of Homeland Security turns to the only people who can, the FBI. More importantly, their only vampire agent. Ashlyn may be Governor Greer’s only hope, but can she keep him alive without starting a war of her own? When the lines begin to blur and it becomes difficult to separate her enemies from her allies, Ashlyn may end up doing just that.

Due to mature content recommended for 18+

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Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavor.
Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.
Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

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Excerpt

“I’ve told you fifteen times already, Agent Grimes, I don’t know how he died. Cicero and I fought and I heard Thompson getting his ass kicked. I ended the fight as fast as inhumanly possible and rushed out to help him. That’s when the cavalry came in through the proverbial window. When we went back into the office, Cicero wasn’t undead anymore.” I sighed as I recounted the made-up chain of events for the fiftieth time since returning to Washington, D.C.
I closed my eyes and thanked the gods the events of the past month were over. The weeks I spent working as an agent in the Chicago field office of the FBI had been pure hell. I got my partner assaulted by one vampire, and then killed by a different vampire named Cicero. The master of the City of Chicago had been a crazed lunatic and my partner paid the ultimate price. I held back the tears for my dead friend and smiled, for the gods had given me Thompson, my current partner, werelion extraordinaire, and the only reason Cicero had his ashes in a ceramic container and I didn’t.
“Agent Ashlyn,” Agent Grimes began and cleared his throat, “the forensic team found Cicero’s body with his throat torn out and completely drained of blood. Let me get this straight, you have absolutely no idea how he ‘became un-undead’?” I’d answered this question so many times I was about to snap, and how dare he quote me to myself.
“Grimes, I’ve explained this a hundred times and at least five of those times to you. The wounds inflicted on Cicero couldn’t have killed him. Even a common vampire couldn’t be killed by blood loss, so I didn’t kill him. Even if I had, it would have been self-defense! The deputy director himself congratulated me on a job well done. Why the sudden change?”
“It’s easy. We didn’t know you ate the rogue vampire, Ashlyn. You’re an FBI agent, hired to police the rogue vampires. That means bringing them in so they can be incarcerated, tried by jury, and punished by a court of law!” He seemed to mean every word he said. Was this guy joking? A vampire who kills somebody doesn’t get a jury. They’d be lucky to get a cell without a window.
“Which is why I tried to non-lethally subdue him,” I lied again through my teeth. The douchebag abducted my injured partner, used him to get to me, and then killed him without a second thought. If you ask me, he got what he deserved. I fought down the urge to flip my superior off and walk out of the room. “What else can I do for you, Agent Grimes? I’ve answered all your questions, I’ve filed all my reports, and honestly I don’t know what else to say. If you don’t believe me, the Deputy Director will have my resignation in the morning.” I stood and made my way to the door, not giving the mousy man a chance to respond.
I thought the entire act of my rebellion quite debonair until I placed my hand on the knob and tried to turn the handle. I could have sworn I heard a trombone somewhere in the room going wa-wa-waa. Talk about ruining the moment. I watched Grimes when he came through the door. He didn’t lock it, so I knew something wasn’t right. I turned around and stared at the balding man sitting at the table tapping his pen on his notepad and staring pointedly at the mirror on the wall. “Sonofabitch,” left my lips beforeI could curb my tongue.
Instead of rounding on Grimes, I walked over to the mirror. I stopped in front of it and crossed my arms. I thought about knocking on it to get their attention, but settled for my secondary idea. I uncrossed my arms and held out my talon. Slowly, I etched a circle slightly larger than my head in the otherwise perfect surface of the glass. Once it was completely etched, I rapped my knuckles against it. I smiled as the circle fell out smoothly and shattered on the floor in the tiny dark room behind the mirror.
A normal human wouldn’t have been able to see in the dark room, but I didn’t have a problem. I peered in and saw the Deputy Director standing next to a tall slender man I’d never seen before. I stood there staring at the both of them and waited for some sort of explanation.
“Agent Ashlyn, please meet me in my office in five minutes,” the Deputy Director said without a hint of emotion or surprise.
I seriously considered telling him what he could go do with himself in his office, but I blinked and pulled my face from the Ashlyn-sized hole in the glass. I turned and strode past Grimes. By the time I reached the door, the handle was unlocked, denying me the satisfaction of ripping the door off its hinges. I snarled and made my way to the elevator.

Teasers/Quotes

“Kid, I hope you know you’re filling out the report on this one.”
”Hey, it wasn’t my fault, chief. They had rocket launchers.”
”Why is it with you, they always have rocket launchers?”
”Whatever works? They keep missing with the smaller crap.” 
He laughed, a little.
”Can we get a ride?”
”Not if they’re still out there with more rockets.”
I really hoped not to get shot tonight. I hated clothes shopping.
I didn’t look back as we got into the suburban and drove back to the hotel.
Why should I look back? Marcel would fix it. Marcel fixed everything.

Looking for more books by Sean Hayden, click the titles below!

Rise of the Fallen Series

My Soul to Keep

Your Soul to Take

The Demonkin Series

Origins

Deceptions

Anthologies

Flashy Fiction and Other Insane Tales

Novellas

Lady Dorn


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2. Sabaska’s Quest Blog Tour with JA Campbell-review and excerpt

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Sabaska’s Quest
Series: Tales of the Travelers, Book 2

By J. A. Campbell

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Genres: YA Urban Fantasy

Published: Sept 9 2014

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

Blurb:

Last summer, Anna’s world got turned upside-down. It’s hard to believe her travels to different worlds and fantastic yet dangerous adventures really took place. Little things, like the twinge of pain from her healing ribs, and a few relics, remind her that her journeys did actually occur. David, a ghost she met on her travels, suddenly reappears, bringing both old friends and foes back into her life. To help Sabaska, Anna must attempt to rescue captured Travelers from a Vanir stronghold, and still get home in time for school. An easy task compared to dealing with her mixed feelings for Cahir.

Uncovering a Vanir plot to find a powerful lost mage will test her strength and dedication to the Travelers. With the help of new and old friends, they set out in search of the mage. He could tip the balance of the war in either side’s favor and it’s up to Sabaska and Anna to get there first.

REVIEW: I looooved the sequel to Sabaska’s Tale! Even more action, Cahir is back (swoon) along with some new friends. A fun and easy read, great for fantasy lovers and especially if you’ve a special place in your heart for horses :) Recommended for tweens and up!

 

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And all other Amazon stores. Free on Amazon Prime KOLL and Kindle Unlimited.

 

Don’t miss book 1, Sabaska’s Tale! http://www.amazon.com/Sabaskas-Tale-Tales-Travelers-ebook/dp/B00DSOCNWS

 Goodreads- book link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23120066-sabaska-s-quest

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J.A. Campbell

Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.

Website: www.writerjacampbell.com

Blogs: http://writerjacampbell.wordpress.com/blog/

http://phoenixfirewolf.livejournal.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/J.A.Campbell.Author

LinkedIn: www.linkedin.com/pub/j-a-campbell/35/535/b25

Twitter: @Pfirewolf

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4708012.J_A_Campbell

 

Excerpt:

“You have the most boring life,” a faint voice said in Anna’s ear.

Straightening from her hunched position over her math test, Anna looked wildly around, her heart racing.

“Right here,” the voice said again.

Turning, she shrieked as a gray man solidified next to her in the aisle. Her pencil snapped in her hand. She picked up one of the broken ends and held it like a weapon.

“Now, is that anyway to treat an old friend?”

Anna stared at the gray man a little longer, took in the tight pants, belt full of pouches, and cloak. She sighed. Being able to see through him should have been her first clue.

“Anna, is there a problem?” Her math teacher, Mr. Frank, sounded annoyed.

Anna looked around. The entire class stared at her. “Uh.” She glanced at David, the apparition, and then back at the class.

“Well, they can’t see me right now, of course.” He sounded smug. “Would you like them to?”

“No,” she muttered, answering both her teacher and the ill-timed specter. “No. I’m sorry, Mr. Frank. I just thought I saw something, like a ghost, and it scared me. I’ve been reading some scary stories recently and I guess they got to me.” It sounded lame, even to her, especially in the middle of a midterm math test.

“Very well, Anna. Please keep your hauntings to yourself in the future.”

Several people in the class snickered. Karen, her best friend, shot her a concerned look before going back to her test. Anna shut her eyes for a minute, wondering what the gossips would say about the incident. “We can talk later,” she muttered at the ghost.

“Of course, Anna.” His cultured voice sounded amused and apologetic.

She shook her head, not really angry with David. He had saved her and Sabaska’s life over the summer and she could survive a few days of ridicule so he could have some amusement. And he was right; her life was boring. Especially after last summer. She pushed those thoughts away, took a deep breath, and forced herself to focus on the test.


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3. Cover Reveal: Addiction by Angela McPherson

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Addiction
Book two in the Distraction Series

By Angela McPherson

Genres: New Adult/College Contemporary Romance

Published: December 2014

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

Blurb:

Despite denying their love for years, in the end no distraction could keep best friends Tristan and Elle apart. Passion and heat explode as the two finally discover what they’ve been missing, needing, wanting for so long.

When Tristan and Elle return home for Christmas break, the two are gifted with a few unexpected surprises. Heather, Elle’s sister, has come home and even better, she’s now clean and sober. During this time, Tristan and his dad manage to work through their strained relationship, finding compromise and understanding. For the couple, everything is coming together—until circumstances change, threatening their newfound happiness.

Love is an addiction both craved, but when devastating secrets are revealed, Elle pushes Tristan away. He won’t let go. She can’t hold on. Is their love strong enough to keep them together? Falling in love was never an issue, but for Tristan and Elle, falling apart may be.

 Goodreads- book link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23272330-addiction

Don’t miss book 1, Distraction! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MU0NY9M

 

 

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Angela McPherson

Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.

 

Website: http://angelamcphersonblog.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/YAAuthorAngelaMcPherson

Twitter: @abt3mcpherson

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7074174.Angela_McPherson

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Angela-McPherson/e/B00EJ4535K


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4. Trapped Blog Tour with ES Tilton

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Title Trapped

Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)

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When the Red Pelican Assassin’s Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering innkeepers.  She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.

Without friends or allies she’s lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?

“Enter a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”

This is a stand alone book in the Kyron’s World saga. Other books in the series include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction’s Blade.

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Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing fantasy fiction.  Despite a recent move to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to whatever strange land they may lead.  She is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than she can take care of.  Her other interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course, pleasure.

 

Author Links

http://kyronsworld.com/es-tilton-bio

http://www.amazon.com/E.S.-Tilton/e/B009WI7NP6/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

http://www.amazon.co.uk/E.S.-Tilton/e/B009WI7NP6/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

http://estilton.deviantart.com/

https://twitter.com/sexyfantasybook

http://www.pinterest.com/elisabethtilton/

 

Buy Links – US

http://www.amazon.com/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00N24MN5Q/

www.amazon.com/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-E-S-Tilton-ebook/dp/B00N3NAUQK/

Buy Links – UK

www.amazon.co.uk/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00N24MN5Q/

www.amazon.co.uk/Trapped-Kyrons-Worlde-E-S-Tilton-ebook/dp/B00N3NAUQK/

 

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I shouldn’t be… this is wrong. I should be… Her thoughts reeled, searching for answers. On my cot, clean and bandaged, not… sticky… and smelling like….

The pervading scent of blood burst through her mind, creating explosive tingles throughout her body. Sarenka’s scarlet eyes snapped open. The lights of her freni-kyn hair sparked, throwing off bits of glowing color. She threw herself backward, scrabbling to get away but the chain anchored her there. Too close. Oh god!

The master’s glazed eyes stared coldly across the short space. Her stomach wrenched into dry heaves, sending shards of pain stabbing through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the morning-after-nausea of the foreveron drug. A single pain-tear trickled down her cheek before she forced her eyes open.

Dead… he’s… dead. Dizzying relief flooded her senses. She stared at the man’s broken body, lip lifting in a snarl. And he’ll never touch me again.


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5. Cover Reveal! Deceptions by Sean Hayden

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DECEPTIONS

(The Demonkin, #2)

by

Sean Hayden

Published with Untold Press

Release Date: October 21, 2014

Deceptions

The great State of California has elected themselves a new governor…and he’s a vampire! Many hope it will bring some peace between the humans and vampires. Many don’t, which could be the reason someone is trying to kill him. Knowing they can’t protect him from supernatural terrorist attacks, the Department of Homeland Security turns to the only people who can, the FBI. More importantly, their only vampire agent. Ashlyn may be Governor Greer’s only hope, but can she keep him alive without starting a war of her own? When the lines begin to blur and it becomes difficult to separate her enemies from her allies, Ashlyn may end up doing just that.

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seanhayden

Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavor.

Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.

Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

 

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Click on the titles below to learn more about Sean Hayden’s books

Demonkin Series

Origins

Deceptions

Rise of the Fallen Series

My Soul to Keep

Your Soul to Take

Anthologies

Flashy Fiction and Other Insane Tales Vol 1 & 2

Short Stories/Novellas

The Ghost of Christmas Last

Lady Dorn


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6. Shattered Assassin by Wendy Knight Review

Book Description

September 17, 2014
When the royal family is brutally murdered, Princess Kazia alone is left to rule the kingdom. But how can she rule when her home has burned to the ground and at any moment the assassin may return to finish the job?

Under the protection of the Captain of the Royal Guard — her late brother’s childhood best friend — the princess must flee to protect herself and what is left of the royal line until the assassin can be found and brought to justice. First to her uncle’s estate and then to her betrothed’s kingdom, but the assassin seems to be one step ahead of them all along the way.

And then there is the captain. With every mile they travel together, Princess Kazia must fight the feelings for him that she thought she had left behind long ago.

Surviving until her coronation seems like an impossible task. But survive she must…

With both her life and her heart at stake, the weak and seemingly helpless Princess Kazia still bears a secret. One that can either save her and her kingdom or take everything she has left.

My thoughts: This is a brand spanking new release from Wendy Knight. I have to say, I’m a huge fan of hers. After getting sucked into her Feudling books, and then her Riders of Paradesos, I jumped at the chance to read this one. She doesn’t disappoint! With an interesting world, and great characters (loved the wolf too!) you’ll get pulled right in. If you love fantasy romance spiced up with action don’t miss Wendy Knight’s  Shattered Assassin!
Grab a copy on Amazon!

Biography

Wendy Knight was born and raised in Utah by a wonderful family who spoiled her rotten because she was the baby. Now she spends her time driving her husband crazy with her many eccentricities (no water after five, terror when faced with a live phone call, etcetera, etcetera). She also enjoys chasing her three adorable kids, playing tennis, watching football, reading, and hiking. Camping is also big: her family is slowly working toward a goal of seeing all the National Parks in the U.S.
You can usually find her with at least one Pepsi nearby, wearing ridiculously high heels for whatever the occasion may be. And if everything works out just right, she will also be writing.

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7. Cover Reveal for Tainted Energy by Lynn Vroman

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For seventeen-year-old Lena, living in the trailer park with the rest of town’s throwaways isn’t exactly paradise. Dealing with a drunken father who can’t keep his fists to himself doesn’t help matters either. The only good thing in her life, other than track, is the mysterious man who visits her dreams, promising to find her.

When a chair burns her arms, Lena chalks it up to stress-induced crazy. Yet as bizarre incidents escalate, even being crazy can’t explain it all away… until one day dream guy does find her.

Tarek lost Lena seventeen years ago after she was accused of treason and marked Tainted. He finally discovers her reborn on Earth into a life of suffering as punishment for her crime. However, someone else has already found her… and wants her dead. Willing to sacrifice everything, he fights to keep her safe so she can live the only life she’s ever known—even if that life doesn’t include him.

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Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class, daydreaming. The main result that came from honing her imagination skills was brilliantly failing algebra. Today, she still spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.

With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.

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8. Book Blitz- Distraction by Angela McPherson

Title: Distraction
Author: Angela McPherson          
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Untold Press

Blurb:
Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.
Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.
Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!
Recommended for mature audiences 18+

Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee——who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all——especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to. 

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9. Senior Year Bites Tour and Giveaway

Senior Year Bites
Series: The Clanless, Book 1

By J. A. Campbell

Genres: YA Urban Fantasy

Published: July 7 2014

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

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Blurb:

Senior year is supposed to be fun: boys, dances and graduation. It’s significantly harder to enjoy it when you’re dead.

Thanks to an innocent game of Truth or Dare, I wound up sleeping in a graveyard. Probably not the brightest thing I’ve ever done, but thanks to a couple of well-placed fangs, I’m here to tell the tale.

Vampires might stalk pop culture, but they’re just myths, right? Yeah. Not so much…

Everything seems a lot more difficult when you’re a nocturnal creature of the night, especially school. I was managing, but couldn’t keep it hidden from my friends. Steph decided that we should be cool, like superheroes, and fight crime.

I’m a vampire, not a hero. Living in a sleepy New England town, crime is a little harder to come by. At least it is until a serial killer moves into the area. He’s got the authorities stumped, but then again, the cops don’t have a teenage, blood-sucking, non-hero on their team. It doesn’t take long for me to discover the world is full of monsters. I may be one of them…but will I turn out to be the hero, or the killer everyone is looking for.

MY REVIEW:

This is a young adult book you don’t want to miss. With everything from vampires to the fey, this page turner will keep you up late reading. I loved the witty humor and the characters and will for sure be checking out the next book.

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Senior-Year-Bites-Clanless-Book-ebook/dp/B00LKPBB8E

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 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Senior-Year-Bites-Clanless-Volume/dp/0692256075/ref=tmm_pap_title_0

  

Goodreads- book link:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22669934-senior-year-bites

 

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

I had plans for my last year of high school. I was going to find a boyfriend, go to a few dances, and though I hadn’t told my mom yet, take some beginning paramedic courses in the spring. I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to do with my life– wasn’t that what college was for? I liked the idea of being a hero, like my dad, and saving lives every day. That had been the plan anyway, but a sleepover and a late-night dare had changed everything.

A lot.

“Megan, time for school,” Mom called up the stairs.

I peeked out the window, squinting at the sunlight glinting off the windshield of my Jeep. It was too damn sunny for me to get from my house to the Jeep without third degree burns–or worse.

“Honey?”

My newly sensitive ears could hear the soft brush of her socks on the carpet as she walked up the stairs. I crawled back into bed and did my best to look tired and sick. It wasn’t hard with my pale skin, and I hadn’t been eating well. If I didn’t let her get a good look at me, she might buy that I had a cold or something. Another thought tickled at the back of my mind. I could make her think I was sick. I shoved the thought away in disgust. I wasn’t going to use mind control on someone I loved.

The door creaked open and Mom walked in. My heart would have been racing–if it still could.

“Megan?” Mom’s voice sounded full of concern.

I groaned and pulled the covers down off my head. “Mmmm?”

“It’s time for school. You didn’t come down for breakfast.” Her flat tone covered her worry with annoyance.

“I don’t feel well.”

“Honey….”

“I don’t.” I tried to make myself sound hoarse.

“You’ve been eating so poorly. Try to eat, and then go to school. I’ll write a note for you.”

I faked a cough.

Mom sighed. “You’ve been sick so much recently. Maybe you should go to the doctor.”

“No, it’s just a cold.” I hadn’t been “sick” that much. We rarely saw the sun this time of year. As long as I wore sunglasses, a hat, and long sleeves, I didn’t burn. It was simply really uncomfortable. I felt horrible for the deception, but what could I do?

“It’s beautiful outside for a change. Go outside and get some fresh air.”

I panicked at the thought. “No, I just want to sleep.” And I did. So very much.

It was hard enough to be awake at all on cloudy days; sunny ones were pure torture.

“Meg.”

My stomach sank at the worry in Mom’s voice, but I couldn’t tell her what was wrong. Not only wouldn’t she understand, but I didn’t want to end up in the freaking loony bin when I claimed I was something that didn’t really exist.

“All right, honey. Sleep well. I’ll call in sick for you.”

“Thanks.” I mentally shrank away from her concern and fought tears of frustration. I didn’t want my life to be full of lies, which put distance between us. We had to take care of each other, but I could only hide from her.

She shut my door and left, quiet footsteps strangely loud in my ears. I sighed and pulled the blanket over my head again.

My life changed several weeks earlier at my best friend’s ill-fated birthday party. Well, ill-fated for me, anyway. Steph had a great time.

Truth or dare, a stupid game everyone I knew played at least once in their lives. Afraid of the truth, I had chosen the dare–spend the rest of the night in the graveyard near Steph’s house. Easy enough, right? Well, it had been up until the point where I was attacked and killed. It wasn’t something you normally walked away from, but for better or for worse, I had.

Vampires were in books, movies, and on TV, but I’d never believed they were real. Still, it hadn’t been hard to figure out what had happened to me. Dealing with it was another story. It had taken several almost disastrous mishaps–going for a walk in the bright sunshine had been particularly painful–to convince me. Now, the cloudy New England days that had been the bane of my existence provided my only semblance of a normal life.

Predictably, I felt better once night fell. I waited until my mom had been asleep for a while before I dressed, pulling on the same pair of jeans I’d worn earlier and a sweater over a fresh T-shirt. My hiking boots completed the practical outfit. I liked practical, especially for hunting.

Sliding open my window, I climbed out on the ledge. I crouched there for a moment before ducking to slip through the small opening, inhaling the crisp fall air. I shut my eyes, letting my senses stretch out, getting in tune with the night. No one was around. I couldn’t fly, at least not yet, but I could slow my fall, which allowed me to jump lightly to the ground out of a third-floor bedroom window.

I stalked out into the night, ravenous. Unable to resist the hunger, I allowed it to drive me, guide me to prey. Tonight, as with most nights, I headed to the next town over. It was less likely I would run into anyone who knew me.

There were bars in the college town, and bars meant easy prey, even for someone underage. Mind control allowed me to get in, and I wouldn’t stand out among the other young patrons.

I started to run, faster in death, or undeath, than anyone alive. My new speed was one of the few advantages to being a vampire, especially since I couldn’t take my Jeep. It was more likely I’d get caught if I took it, since Mom would notice its absence if she got up at night.

The ground sped past and trees flashed by; their shadows unable to hide their mysteries from my sharp eyes. The night sounds–laughter here, the snap of a twig over there–and smells assaulted my senses. The extra senses had been the hardest thing to get used to: the extra perception. Well, that and having to drink blood.

Both revolted and enraptured, I pondered what I was about to do, drinking someone’s blood, taking away a little bit of their life to sustain my own. I wasn’t a killer. I couldn’t bring myself to go that far and saw no reason to. The alcohol in their blood didn’t affect me, and it did half the work for me. Their intoxicated brains gave my new mind control powers enough of an edge that I could make them forget.

The power made me feel strong and dangerous, but it also sent shivers of terror through me. What if I wasn’t strong enough to control it? What would happen?

Loud country music and the reek of stale beer hit me as I flashed my ID at the bouncer, batted my eyes, and tweaked his brain. He nodded and waved me into the crowded bar. I pushed into the tightly packed mass of humanity and started hunting for likely prey. A small dance floor took up space in the back, and several giggling women were trying to line dance.

I needed someone male, alone, and drunk for this to work properly in my head. Getting that close to a girl was something I couldn’t yet bring myself to do. I spotted a potential subject in the back. He appeared to be in his early twenties, cute, and drinking heavily. I started his way and jumped when a hand touched my shoulder. Some cool huntress of the night I was.

“Yes?” I turned to face the owner of the hand. Young enough to still be in college, he had dark brown hair and eyes, and a nice tan. His winning smile made me feel butterflies all the way down to my toes.

“I’ve seen you in here before. I’m Gary.”

He smiled again, apparently trying to be friendly, but he wasn’t drunk enough to suit my needs.

“Hi. I’m Bridget.” I didn’t want to give him my real name. I did smile back, unable to resist his grin.

Then what he said clicked. He’d seen me in here before. Damn. Sloppy. It looked like I wasn’t going to find dinner here tonight.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

I improvised. “No, thanks. I was looking for someone, and she isn’t here. I need to get going.”

“Maybe next time?”

“Maybe. It was nice to meet you.” I headed for the door, watching Gary out of the corner of my eye. He went over to a table with a couple other guys his age and gestured once at me before shrugging.

I put them out of my mind, hunger driving me to the sports bar and my next meal.

 

 


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10. Your Soul to Take by Sean Hayden Tour and Giveaway

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Your Soul to Take

By Sean Hayden

Book 2 of Rise of the Fallen

Published July 12 2014 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)

Young Adult Paranormal Romance

Goodreads Book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22716817-your-soul-to-take

Blurb

You know your life sucks when your sister’s a vampire, you’re a demon, and your girlfriend is literally an angel.
How could it possibly be any worse? Try having something ripping the souls out of your friends, ending up with a psychotic stalker, and having romantic urges for your best friend who also happens to be your demon mentor. Nobody ever said life was easy, but things went from bad to worse faster than you can say, “I sold my soul for a bag of Cheetos.”
Just to add insult to injury, the Fallen have decided to give me a new job. While being a Reaper might sound good on a resume, ripping the souls from monsters isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure what the Fallen have planned for me. All I do know is if they don’t get my wildly powerful magic under control and teach me how to stay alive when everybody wants to kick my butt…all hell could break loose. Literally.

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I loved the first book in the series, My Soul to Keep. This one was just as good, if not better. The witty, sarcastic humor continues, with more fighting, more bad guys and some new characters as well. Connor coming into his powers is quite a great read, and Clarisse never disappoints. The ending….oh my! Go… read it now!

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Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavour

Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.

Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

 

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Chapter 1

I must have cried myself out. The tears stopped falling and I breathed in through my nose. I stood up and looked down at my baby sister lying there. I kissed my fingertips and touched her forehead.

“Goodbye, brat,” I whispered.

“Stop calling me brat.”

Caelyn’s eyes opened. Her irises were blood red. She gave me an impish smile and bared her fangs.

Little sisters suck.

I should have felt five million things, relief that my sister was still alive, sort of, being the foremost. The only thing I could really think about was how to tell my parents. Um…Mom, Dad, your daughter’s a vampire…Yeah, that probably wouldn’t go over too well. As awkward as it was, I reached down and hugged her for all that she was worth.

“Are you insane? Get off me!” She squirmed in my hug and got her hands on my chest. When she tried to gently push me away, she ended up throwing me halfway across the room. I skidded to a stop on the linoleum floor without crashing into anything. Caelyn sat up on the morgue table with a horrified look on her face. “What just happened?”

She looked around and knew. She knew where she was and why she was there. She stared down at her hands. Sure enough, she’d grown talons just like Brett had when he became a vampire. Caelyn knew exactly what she was, but the look she gave me begged for me to tell her something different, that she was wrong.

I couldn’t. I gave her a slow nod, confirming her fears and completely destroying the last bit of hope she might have had.

My sister and I hadn’t gotten along since she was two. Giving her horrible news had always been one of my favorite recreational sports. Hey, Cae, Mom found that test you were trying to hide. Hey, Sis, Dad found out you kissed Chuck. That sort of thing had given me more satisfaction than my PS3 ever had. Unexpectedly, that one simple nod, telling my sister her worst fears were true and that she was a vampire, made me feel a little sick to my stomach. “Cae, I…”

Her face crumpled into a mask of anguish. I heard the first tear hit the metal table beneath her before the first sob escaped her lips. I was back across the room before the second one fell. The first hug I had given my sister was awkward. She didn’t want me hugging her. This time she collapsed in my arms and accepted it. Maybe even needed it.

“What happened?”

Her question kind of threw me off guard. “We thought you were dead,” I said, thinking she meant how she ended up in the morgue.

“I swear, Mom and Dad dropped you when you were a child. I know why I’m here. I meant why am I alive? Why do I have talons? Am I a vampire like that asshole who broke into the house? Am I going to stay this way? What am I going to do now? More importantly, what the hell are you? I saw you! You had wings? Connor…”

“Wait! Slow down,” I said and pulled away. I leaned against the table and she tightened the sheet around her. “I don’t know how you became a vampire. I’ll be honest. It’s not supposed to happen that way, but I’m glad it did. I’d rather have a fangy sister than no sister.” I gave her a little smile and she rolled her eyes. Typical Caelyn.

“What do you mean it’s not supposed to happen that way?”

“Vampires. What happened wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Somebody can wish to become a vampire, but they can’t make anybody else a vampire against their will. It doesn’t work like that.”

“What doesn’t work like that? What the hell are you talking about and more importantly, what the hell did they turn you into?”

Dad’s cough from outside the door stopped our conversation.

“Listen, Cae. I promise to tell you everything as soon as we get out of here and I figure out what to tell Mom and Dad.”

She nodded and wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Okay.”

I needed help. “Stay right here. Play dead,” I added with a small, sad smile that actually made her give a short bark of laughter.

“I think I can manage.”

I nodded and made my way to the morgue room doors. I glanced through the window and saw Dad standing in the hallway looking like… Well, looking like his daughter had just died. I pushed the door open and he looked up from the floor. “You ready to go, Connor?”

“Dad,” I said and looked him right in the eye. “You need to wait here for a moment. Do not go into the morgue.” I used my power just like Clarisse had taught me to. He would obey. He didn’t have a choice. His eyes glazed over and he stared straight ahead.

I ran through the halls of the hospital to the waiting room where I’d left Clarisse and my mom sitting and crying. Clarisse saw me–or felt me–as soon as I entered the room. I gave her a panicked smile and whispered, “I need you,” as quietly as possible. I knew she would be able to hear me. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod and patted Mom’s leg.

“I’ll be right back, Mrs. Sullivan. I need to use the restroom.”

I slipped back out into the hall before my mom could see me and waited for her.

“What’s going on?” She sounded halfway between hopeful and worried.

“You’re not going to believe this. Follow me.”

“Believe what?”

“Don’t ask. Just follow me,” I said and led her back to the morgue.

Clarisse barely gave my father a glance as we entered. Caelyn was lying back on the cold metal table completely unmoving. She looked dead again.

“Connor. I already said goodbye…”

Cae’s eyes opened and she let out a little, “Boo!”

“Well, shit,” Clarisse said deadpan.


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11. Cold Run Release Blitz- Shifter Urban Fantasy

Cold Run

By

Rachel A. Brune

Genres: Shifter Urban Fantasy

Published: Aug 2 2013

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

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It is amazing how quickly a phone call can interrupt your life, even when you’re a werewolf. Rick Keller hangs up from the unwanted call, but the shadowy organization he once belonged to doesn’t take such an answer lightly. Waking up collared and caged by MONIKER is a quick way to learn retirement isn’t always permanent. Death will be if he doesn’t accept their assignment.

Keller and his new team follow a group of human traffickers on a thin trail across the globe. Their only hope is in a man who hasn’t had much practice being a werewolf in a really long time, a sadistic agent who loves making dog jokes, and a beautiful operative who is better with guns than relationships.

If being forced back into service wasn’t bad enough, he quickly discovers they have many new experiments to try out on their pet wolf. Even worse, MONIKER now isn’t the only one who knows his secret.

Hopefully an old dog can learn some new tricks, especially if he wants to stay alive.

 

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Rachel A. Brune graduated from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts in May 2000, and was im-mediately plunged into the low-stakes world of entry-level executive assistant-ship. Her unex-pected journey out of that world and into the military is chronicled in her self-published book Echoes and Premoni-tions. After five years as a combat journalist, including two tours in Iraq, and a brief stint as a columnist for her hometown newspaper, she attended graduate school at the University at Al-bany in NY, where she earned her MA in Political Communication, and her commission as a se-cond lieutenant in the military police corps. Although her day job has taken in her in many strange, often twisted directions, Rachel continues to write and publish short fiction. She released her first novel, Soft Target, in early 2013. She blogs her thoughts about reading and the writing life at http://www.infamous-scribbler.com.

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“Keller.”

The man behind the weapon was a ghost, a black tactical suit concealing his form, expensive scope mounted on some sort of rifle. I howled again and lurched at him, brought down short by another surge of the change. I struggled to remain upright but found myself on my knees.

Another man appeared to the side, shining a bright, piercing strobe light at my eyes, disorienting me as I tried to turn to face the new threat, my traitorous body rendering my reactions unreliable.

I scrambled to get my feet under me, but the final throes of the change robbed the ground from me. I flailed my paws against the last remnants of my work clothes, now torn and scattered on the ground.

I heard the explosion of gases from the chamber of the first man’s rifle a split second after the bullet pierced my side. I yelped and fell sideways, trying to relieve the pressure. I rolled to all fours and lunged toward the man, intent on relieving the pain by ripping the screams from his throat.

He shot again and again as I reached him, bowling him over and aiming for the soft pieces ex-posed to my grip.

Instead of soft viscera beneath my teeth, the next sensation I felt came as intense pain, which slowed and disjointed my movements. I raised my head, snapping and gnarling in vain against the folds of the net suddenly enveloping me. Ignoring the second man–stupid mistake. From the burning the lines of the net raised against my hide, I could tell the wires were laced with silver filaments.

The man with the rifle scrambled away from me. I let him go, rolling on the ground, trying to es-cape the clutching net.

“He’s a big one.” The second man spoke the words, looking down on me from an impossible height as the pain began to outweigh the panic. I could feel the silver working against my strug-gling.

“He always was.” The first man hocked and spat. It smelled of Copenhagen. “It’s going to be a bitch dragging him down to the truck.”

The words made no sense. I listened, but could not understand.

“If we let you up, do you promise to be a good doggie?” The man with the rifle prodded the barrel into my side.

I growled, but it was mostly wishful thinking, the energy from the night and the change suddenly sapped by the ensilvered net. I lay on my side and simply lolled.

“Good boy.” The man kept his rifle trained at me as his partner knelt down and fiddled with the edge of the net. Grasping a loop from the edge, he pulled. The line must have been attached in some ingenious way so when he pulled on it, it contracted the net into a small, compact circle around my neck.

“Come on.” The second man jerked at my neck, holding the line as a leash. “I’m not carrying you down this hill in the dark.”

The net continued to burn against my neck as he dragged me to my feet. Head hanging, I pad-ded after him through the snow.

 

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12. Cold Run by Rachel A. Brune- Urban Fantasy

Cold Run By Rachel A. Brune

 Genres: Shifter Urban Fantasy

Published: Aug 2 2013

Untold Press www.untoldpress.com

EBook Price: 3.99 Available at [Amazon]

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Review: 5 stars!

If you enjoy shifter books, then don’t miss this one! Do be warned, this is not a paranormal romance. There is a tad of romance inside, but it’s not the central part of the story. I’d call this more military in nature, but also deals a lot with Rick dealing with what/who he is. Lots of action, fighting, guns, and a kick ass female agent included too. Due to subject matter, language and violence I’d rate this for 18+.

Blurb:

It is amazing how quickly a phone call can interrupt your life, even when you’re a werewolf. Rick Keller hangs up from the unwanted call, but the shadowy organization he once belonged to doesn’t take such an answer lightly. Waking up collared and caged by MONIKER is a quick way to learn retirement isn’t always permanent. Death will be if he doesn’t accept their assignment.

Keller and his new team follow a group of human traffickers on a thin trail across the globe. Their only hope is in a man who hasn’t had much practice being a werewolf in a really long time, a sadistic agent who loves making dog jokes, and a beautiful operative who is better with guns than relationships.

If being forced back into service wasn’t bad enough, he quickly discovers they have many new experiments to try out on their pet wolf. Even worse, MONIKER now isn’t the only one who knows his secret.

Hopefully an old dog can learn some new tricks, especially if he wants to stay alive.

 

Author Bio

Rachel A. Brune graduated from the NYU Tisch School of the Arts in May 2000, and was immediately plunged into the low-stakes world of entry-level executive assistant-ship. Her unexpected journey out of that world and into the military is chronicled in her self-published book Echoes and Premonitions. After five years as a combat journalist, including two tours in Iraq, and a brief stint as a columnist for her hometown newspaper, she attended graduate school at the University at Albany in NY, where she earned her MA in Political Communication, and her commission as a second lieutenant in the military police corps. Although her day job has taken in her in many strange, often twisted directions, Rachel continues to write and publish short fiction. She released her first novel, Soft Target, in early 2013. She blogs her thoughts about reading and the writing life at http://www.infamous-scribbler.com.

Connect with Rachel: [Blog][Twitter][Facebook][Goodreads]

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/ rachelabrune

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rachel-A-Brune-Author/212995402108944

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Excerpt:

“Keller.”

The man behind the weapon was a ghost, a black tactical suit concealing his form, expensive scope mounted on some sort of rifle. I howled again and lurched at him, brought down short by another surge of the change. I struggled to remain upright but found myself on my knees.

Another man appeared to the side, shining a bright, piercing strobe light at my eyes, disorienting me as I tried to turn to face the new threat, my traitorous body rendering my reactions unreliable.

I scrambled to get my feet under me, but the final throes of the change robbed the ground from me. I flailed my paws against the last remnants of my work clothes, now torn and scattered on the ground.

I heard the explosion of gases from the chamber of the first man’s rifle a split second after the bullet pierced my side. I yelped and fell sideways, trying to relieve the pressure. I rolled to all fours and lunged toward the man, intent on relieving the pain by ripping the screams from his throat.

He shot again and again as I reached him, bowling him over and aiming for the soft pieces exposed to my grip.

Instead of soft viscera beneath my teeth, the next sensation I felt came as intense pain, which slowed and disjointed my movements. I raised my head, snapping and gnarling in vain against the folds of the net suddenly enveloping me. Ignoring the second man–stupid mistake. From the burning the lines of the net raised against my hide, I could tell the wires were laced with silver filaments.

The man with the rifle scrambled away from me. I let him go, rolling on the ground, trying to escape the clutching net.

“He’s a big one.” The second man spoke the words, looking down on me from an impossible height as the pain began to outweigh the panic. I could feel the silver working against my struggling.

“He always was.” The first man hocked and spat. It smelled of Copenhagen. “It’s going to be a bitch dragging him down to the truck.”

The words made no sense. I listened, but could not understand.

“If we let you up, do you promise to be a good doggie?” The man with the rifle prodded the barrel into my side.

I growled, but it was mostly wishful thinking, the energy from the night and the change suddenly sapped by the ensilvered net. I lay on my side and simply lolled.

“Good boy.” The man kept his rifle trained at me as his partner knelt down and fiddled with the edge of the net. Grasping a loop from the edge, he pulled. The line must have been attached in some ingenious way so when he pulled on it, it contracted the net into a small, compact circle around my neck.

“Come on.” The second man jerked at my neck, holding the line as a leash. “I’m not carrying you down this hill in the dark.”

The net continued to burn against my neck as he dragged me to my feet. Head hanging, I padded after him through the snow.


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13. Release Blitz- Distraction by Angela McPherson

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Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.

Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.

Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!

Recommended for ages 18+

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Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.

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14. Book Blitz & Giveaway- Origins by Sean Hayden

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An Urban Fantasy

ORIGINS

(Demonkin, #1)

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Being different is never easy, especially when you’re a vampire.

Ashlyn is far from normal. She was born a vampire, a trait that makes her utterly unique. Knowing this, her family strived to keep her existence a secret. Tragedy forces her from hiding and hunger drives her into the open. Unfortunately, living in a world that has accepted, embraced, and yet still fears the supernatural is never a good place to stand out. Especially when the one who notices you wants you dead. The only people who can save her want to use her as well, but she’s left with little choice. Ashlyn joins the FBI and becomes torn between two worlds. She can either be a monster, or she can help destroy them.

 

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Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavor.
Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.
Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

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15. The Blue Effect Release Day Blitz with Rose Shababy

Title: The Blue Effect: A Renegade Heroes Novel
Author: Rose ShababyGenre: Adult Sci Fi Fantasy
 
Blurb:
Blue Brennan is jaded and bitter despite her pinup girl looks and quick wit. Night after night, she scours the Seattle club scene looking for someone or something to fill the emptiness inside.
When she meets the mysterious Kasey, her world stops… literally.
He claims she has the ability to control time and stuns her even further when
he reveals his own gifts.
Blue is inexplicably drawn to Kasey and reluctantly enters his
world filled with a new breed of humanity. They’re misfits like her, blessed or
cursed with powerful abilities, struggling to hide their differences from the
rest of society.
Then the group discovers a nameless, faceless sociopath with
nightmarish powers; and he’s coming for Blue. She’s left reeling when they
discover her gifts are the key to defeating his terrible evil and saving them
all.
Now she must race against the clock to harness her own powers and
save her new friends. Can she be more than a renegade? Can she be a hero too?
 
Rose Shababy and her family reside in eastern Washington State. Rose grew up in the Northwest but swears she’s going to move to warmer climates someday. She’s claimed this for over 20 years, however, and has yet to move more than 75 miles away from her mother.
Rose has a deep love of all things Star Trek and yearns to travel
the heavens, as well as an intense desire to be bitten by a radioactive spider.
Unfortunately she sucks at science and math so she hasn’t been able bring her
dreams to life, instead living vicariously through books, comics, television
and film. She hopes to someday make a million dollars so she can afford to buy
her way to the international space station, but she’d settle for being able to
fly around the world and leap tall buildings in a single bound.
Rose also loves to cook and worked for years in a gourmet Italian
grocery and deli where she learned to hone her skills. She prepares culinary
masterpieces for her family, but fervently wishes the dishes would wash
themselves. Especially now that her dishwashers/children are nearly grown and
only one still lives at home.
Rose likes to use her free time wisely. For instance, she likes to
daydream, will often read for hours until she falls asleep on the couch with an
electric blanket and a warm tabby cat curled up on her hip, as well as spending
cozy weekend days watching Syfy movies like Sharknado and Mega Piranha with her
husband.
If Rose were a cartoon animal, she’d prefer to be a wise old owl
or a sleek and sexy jaguar, but in reality she’d probably be a myopic mole with
coke-bottle glasses.

 



Review Blurb:
The best debut novel I’ve read in years. Blue is the type of unique, honest, protagonist usually only experienced in Stephen King novels. The Blue Effect was part Fight Club, part X-Men and sucked me in from the very first chapter to the very last word. Powerfully written with a compelling plot and wicked antagonist. Couldn’t ask for anything more – except the sequel! –Robert Dugoni, NY Times Best Selling Author – My Sister’s Grave

 
Excerpt One
As I scanned the crowd my eyes fell on one person out of sync with the rest. Close to my age, maybe a little older, he obviously didn’t belong in the club. His clothes, messy looking slacks and a gray t-shirt, hung on his lean frame. He finished his look with a tartan scarf and brown fedora that seemed more at home on an old man than one in his twenties.
He pulled his hat off and shaggy brown hair fell across his eyes as he danced. Well, he didn’t dance so much as sway to the music, his eyes closed while a hint of a smile graced his lips. As he danced, he bobbed his head back and forth and his hands moved like graceful waves. His shadow grin seemed to infuse his entire body. He danced by himself as if he didn’t care what anyone around him thought, as if he danced for himself and no one else. He looked completely out of place, yet he appealed to me and I felt myself wanting to go to him.
I was shocked by the surge of jealousy that rushed through me as I stared at him. His face broke through my drunken haze and I realized this man was no paper doll. His face belonged to a truly happy man. Hell, he looked fucking ecstatic.  
He had the face of an angel.
Excerpt Two
“Kasey,” I yelled stupidly, knowing it wouldn’t do any good but unable to stop myself. “Kasey, where are you?”
I burst through another door to find the bathroom, a layer of steam frozen in the air. I pulled the curtain back without even thinking about who might be in the shower, and slumped with relief when I found Kasey. He held a washcloth to his face as a stream of water rained down on him, frozen in place.
“Kasey,” I breathed happily, and reached out to grab his hand.
As I touched him, the same spark I always felt when we made contact erupted and the world came to life again. Water spewed all over me, soaking my clothes, spilling over onto the floor, but I didn’t care.
Kasey startled and yelped a little when he saw me. He recovered quickly. “Blue? What happened?”
I smiled, my tears mixing with the hot water from the shower as I launched myself at him, hugging him tightly. He smiled back and wrapped his arms around me.
Thank god I found you! I thought. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered in his ear.
“I knew you would come back,” he whispered back, just before his lips found mine.
Excerpt Three
Clearly the time had come for the two of us to have it out. “I may have thought you were hot when we first met, and you got to listen to the nasty thoughts in my head, but every time we meet I find it harder to like you. In fact, every time you open your mouth, you get uglier and uglier. I don’t know if Val was right, and you really are jealous, but let me make this crystal clear for you. There is no part of me that wants you.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment, and then, before I could do anything, his hands shot out and grabbed my shoulders again. He yanked me close to him and I the heat from his chest burned through my t-shirt. His face was so close to mine I could feel his hot breath blazing against my cheek when he spoke. “You’re a little liar,” he hissed. “There is a part of you that likes this,” he shook me a little and I flushed with rage… and something else. “And goddamn me, there’s a part of me that likes it too.” He hovered with his face still close to mine and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me. My head fell back slightly and my lips parted involuntarily as I anticipated his invasion.
Then he released me, almost flinging me away from him. I pressed my back against the wall as I watched him and tried to catch my breath as my traitorous heart beat so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.
“Let me make this crystal clear for you,” he mimicked. “Kasey is like a brother to me and if you hurt him, you’ll wish you never met me.”

 

“I already do,” I whispered with sincerity.

 


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16. Distraction Blog Tour with Angela McPherson Giveaway and Review

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Author: Angela McPherson

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Untold Press

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

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Blurb:

Hot New Release and Bestseller in Romance Sports, Contemporary Romance and New Adult Romance!


Aside from the normal changes in her life, college junior, Elle Richards, can always count on her friendship with Tristan. The longing for him to love her back is something she keeps well hidden, even from herself. No matter how many miles apart they are, regular phone calls and texts keep them close…until the day everything changes.

Wide Receiver Tristan Daniels has a good thing going. Much to his, and every single woman’s surprise, he’s in a committed relationship. The possibility of going pro looks more than promising…until his spur of the moment transfer to a rival college is approved. Now, Tristan will be forced to be in the presence of the woman he’s secretly loved for as long as he can remember. Elle.

Being away from one another was enough to keep Tristan and Elle distracted, but angst, confusion, and troubled secrets launches them into a breathless, heart pumping story you won’t want to miss!

Recommended for mature audiences 18+

My Review: 5 Stars!

If you love romance, be sure to pick up this book! The characters are well developed, realistic and you’ll keep turning the pages to find out what happens next! There is a HEA! That said, I still can’t wait for the next book :)

 

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Author Bio:

Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor’s office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee——who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all——especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.

Author Links:

Website: http://angelamcphersonblog.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/YAAuthorAngelaMcPherson
Twitter: @abt3mcpherson
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7074174.Angela_McPherson
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00EJ4535K

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MU0NY9M

 

Excerpt:

Frantically, I searched her face until I reached her wounded eyes, and my insides knotted with uncertainty. I claimed her lips with mine, fitting perfectly together. Her mouth opened, and the salty taste of her tears forced reality into the room. As much as I wanted the kiss to linger, I had to make her understand how much I wanted her, and only her. Reluctantly, I backed away.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids. I wanted it to be me instead of that dick, Mark James, on your first date. I’ve wanted you so fucking bad, but I never told you how I felt because the thought of losing you, even as a friend, terrified me.”

Her green, shock-filled eyes pooled with tears again. I did the only thing I thought would make her believe me. My hand wrapped around the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair. I inched her closer until I felt her soft lips against mine.

The kiss started in a slow exploration. The moment my tongue met hers, her breath caught and her body shivered. My heart raced like a jackhammer when her fingers spread through my wet hair and the kiss deepened.

Damn she felt good, and tasted even better. Her lips were soft, but eager for more. Her hair felt like smooth silk beneath my hand. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against me, only it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

 

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I fisted my fingers in his hair wanting, no needing, to get lost in his embrace. His distraction was what I had needed to finally let go.

 

Tristan devoured me in his arms, squeezing me tight. I allowed his embrace, wanting to hold on to the moment before it was gone…lost to someone else.

 

I ran my thumb over her bottom lip, needing to be sure she was really there and not a figment of my imagination. I didn’t wonder long. Taking control, Elle grabbed my shirt and crashed her lips to mine.

Best. Fucking. Kiss. Ever.


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17. Sabaska’s Quest by J.A. Campbell Release Blitz

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A Young Adult Fantasy

Sabaska’s Quest

(Tales of the Travelers, #2)

by

J.A. Campbell

Published with Untold Press

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Last summer, Anna’s world got turned upside-down. It’s hard to believe her travels to different worlds and fantastic yet dangerous adventures really took place. Little things, like the twinge of pain from her healing ribs, and a few relics, remind her that her journeys did actually occur. David, a ghost she met on her travels, suddenly reappears, bringing both old friends and foes back into her life. To help Sabaska, Anna must attempt to rescue captured Travelers from a Vanir stronghold, and still get home in time for school. An easy task compared to dealing with her mixed feelings for Cahir.

Uncovering a Vanir plot to find a powerful lost mage will test her strength and dedication to the Travelers. With the help of new and old friends, they set out in search of the mage. He could tip the balance of the war in either side’s favor and it’s up to Sabaska and Anna to get there first.

 

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Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.

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18. Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series with Eri Nelson Blog Tour

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Title: Trapped Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series

Author: Eri Nelson

Genre: FICTION > Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology, Action & Adventure
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

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Blurb:
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson comes a first look into a modern day mythology twist of the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series. This adult-action-packed-interweaving tale catches the initial sparks of a fire that will not stop until it entices your desire to read more.

Izzy’s world is apparently not what it seems and neither is she. Although this now adult orphan is attempting to grasp at all the flying madness whizzing her way.

From electrically charged meetings of the first sight kind to the levitating heartbeats, Izzy takes it all in stride. However, even a girl of her kind is allowed to totally kick the crap of love’s possible interest. Not to mention grab him by the shirt tail while dashing through the walls ending in another time and back again.

 

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Blurb:
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson emerges book two in a modern day whirlwind weave to mythology’s take on tales. From the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series comes the sparks that could truly only be Izzy herself.

As fate belted her for knowing the truth, Izzy now finds out that Aiden has gone missing. Having not ended on a heartwarming note, the electorally-charged-mortal with a warped take on being a goddess plans for a search and rescue.

With plans for Aiden’s rescue almost halted by Arnost and Meg, Izzy takes in an ill paced smell. No lie, her new power is the act of being able to smell it. However, this hasn’t stopped the rotten flesh of the dead from leaving their scent in the act of trying to harm Izzy.

In an ever growing list of Izzy’s enemies one will hold the fatherly insight she has desired or will he?

Author Bio:
From the Author:

I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf’ to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site http://www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).

Best Wishes
Eri Nelson

About the Author:

Eri Nelson born Erica Walcott is a Indie Author and the youngest of three in a family of five. Erica became Eri (airy) from her mother who called her that for as long as she could remember. The short take on her name took on a more solid base with the love of her life and husband, Jeff Nelson.

Together they have been for the past twenty years. Within that time they were able to raise one daughter and endless amount of pets.

Writing is a passion for her and an abundance of never ending joy. Only one thing tops that for Eri… and that is when a reader enjoys the read……

(More on Eri)

Eri Nelson is a nontraditional indie author who manages all areas of her fiction, fantasy, paranormal, action, adventure and sometimes-erotic writing. Eri handles all the groundwork of her books, even the editing. Because of this Eri strives to improve her abilities along with trying to explain to readers her far from traditional sentence structures. However, she will openly admit that typos follow her.

Join Eri and her shadowy side of writing as she takes you along to explore new desire hunger filled worlds where your mind can share in the heat of the read.

 

Author Links:

http://www.dearharts.com/   My personal site (includes my book store, promo store, blog, teasers, and more about me).

http://dearharts.com/UnorthodoxBlog/ my site’s blog

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Eri-Nelson/119732781417072 Facebook Fan Page

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Eri-Nelson/119732781417072?sk=app_163325500392236 Facebook Games/videos/and book previews

https://twitter.com/Dearharts Twitter Page

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5040827.Eri_Nelson GoodReads Page

http://pinterest.com/erinelson/ Pinterest Page

http://www.youtube.com/user/EriNelsonAuthor?feature=mhee Youtube page

http://www.twylah.com/Dearharts Twylah Page

http://about.me/erinelson about me page

http://www.wattpad.com/user/EriNelson my wattpad page

 


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19. The Wrong Guy by Claudia Whitsitt- Don’t miss this Mystery!

For all you mystery lovers out there, you don’t want to miss this book! Claudia is not only an amazing woman, but an awesome author as well and hers is one of the few mystery’s I’ve read. So check it out!

 

Gripping. Compelling. Fast-moving who dunnit!

The Wrong Guy, a mystery for both new adults and those who enjoy revisiting their college years, hits the Amazon bookstore today!

Pretty awesome, right?

Here’s the back cover blurb:

~Catholic girls are a species of their own!

It’s 1969 when Katie Hayes arrives at Eastern Michigan University where a serial killer has brutally raped and murdered seven young women, and she’s armed herself with a rosary and her Nancy Drew books.  Yes, she’s a bit naïve.  But her transition to college life is picture perfect. In her roommate, she finds the sister she never had, and in her speech class, she meets the man of her dreams. Then the unthinkable happens—Katie becomes the victim of a vicious crime, and her life begins to unravel.  A crazed kidnapper is back on campus, and Katie finds herself not only in the middle of the investigation, but considered a possible suspect. On the heels of inconsolable loss, Katie begins to understand that she is the intended target. As she realizes her life and the lives of the ones she loves are at risk, her Nancy Drew persona takes over.  She is hell-bent on trapping the perpetrator and making sure the man behind bars isn’t The Wrong Guy.

Like most of the population, my college years were crucial years. I made lasting friendships, chose my career, made far-reaching decisions that affected my future and my values. In the midst of all that, I had more fun than any one person should be allowed. (Shhh! Don’t tell!) But at the same time, my college experience was strikingly different from that of the average co-ed.

The Co-Ed Killings haunted the Ann Arbor/Ypsilanti community and both Eastern Michigan University and the University of Michigan campuses. As a college freshman attending EMU on the heels of John Norman Collins arrest, the crimes shaped my view of the world and how I approached life. Anyone who attended EMU or U of M during that terrorizing time will tell you that they didn’t have the typical college experience. Seven young women had been brutally slain in the two years prior to my arrival. As freshmen, we were warned by our dorm mother never to travel alone, to carry mace on our key rings, and to lace our keys between our fingers when we were traveling on campus. Living in fear was part of our daily experience, and trust became an overriding issue during a time of life that should have been filled with carefree days. Not normal! Given the fact that our brains weren’t fully developed (that happens at about age twenty-five for women) and that we were inherently risk-takers, we took our lives in our hands whenever we left the dorm unaccompanied.

Gregory Fournier, an expert on the Co-ed Murders said this after reading The Wrong Guy, “Whitsitt accurately depicts campus culture as she takes her heroine through the ups and downs of dormitory living and adjusting to her new life of freedom and possibility, juxtaposed against her inhibitions and keen sense of guilt-driven family responsibility.”

Reviewer Kanai gives it 5 STARS and says, “What a great book! I loved the way the author used fiction and true crime to create a fun, suspenseful and satisfying mystery. There characters were colorful and believable. I just loved it!”

*The Wrong Guy is the rerelease of a previously published novel.

 


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20. BLOODLUST blog tour with Nicole Zoltack

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Title: BLOODLUST

Author: Nicole Zoltack

Genre: NA Epic Fantasy Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Book Description:

In a world torn by prejudice and hatred, six races struggle for supremacy.

Barbarian-Princess Ivy is unwilling to allow her father to provoke the other races into war and forms an unlikely alliance with Lukor the goliath to save her people from utter destruction. Unbeknownst to her, Lukor blames the barbarians for murdering his sister and plans on sabotaging her goal.

Almost despite each other, they grow to respect each other on their journey to decode secret messages from the trolls. But nothing Ivy can do will prevent the war as her father is blinded by bloodlust and incites it himself. Not even killing him and becoming Barbaroness can stop the tide. And when Bloodlust claims Ivy, forcing her to kill everyone in her path, she must make a choice to destroy even Lukor, who she may have started to fall for and him her in return.

Author Bio:

Nicole Zoltack loves to write in many genres, especially romance, whether fantasy, paranormal, or regency. When she’s not writing about knights, superheroes, or zombies, she loves to spend time with her loving husband and three energetic young boys. She enjoys riding horses (pretending they’re unicorns, of course!) and going to the PA Renaissance Faire, dressed in garb. She’ll also read anything she can get her hands on. Her current favorite TV show is The Walking Dead. To learn more about Nicole and her writing, visit http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com.

 

Author Links:
http://NicoleZoltack.blogspot.com

http://twitter.com/NicoleZoltack

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2887586.Nicole_Zoltack

http://www.wattpad.com/user/NicoleZoltack

Buy Links:
http://www.amazon.com/Bloodlust-Nicole-Zoltack-ebook/dp/B00ILWAKPO/

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bloodlust-nicole-zoltack/1118732222

http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/bloodlust-16

Excerpt:

The coolness of the water did little to sooth her soul, but she relished washing all the same. After dunking her head beneath the water, she flipped her hair back.

Another heart beat. She slid closer to her sword, hidden beneath her clothes as she scanned the mountainside. No one.

A form stepped out from behind a tree. Another few paces and he almost left the shadows behind. Her breathing became slower as she took in his garb. A barbarian. One she did not immediately recognize. He stood tall, impossibly so, his muscles bulging against his tunic.

Whoever he was, he did not belong here. Watching her bathe. She who was to be their barbaroness.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through her, and she was dressed and armed faster than one could blink twice. The shield rested lightly on her back, its weight felt unfamiliar.

“Who are you?” she demanded, pointing the tip of her blade toward him.

Calmly, coolly, as if he had no reason to fear — how she would relish correcting his thinking on that point — he advanced, face still hidden by shadows, his hands in a defenseless manner. As if she could believe he did not have a weapon or five on his person.

“I am merely thirsty.” His voice was smooth, but there was an undercurrent to it that piqued her curiosity. There were few barbarians she did not know. Who was he?

But now was not the time for introductions, handsome as he was. “Find another source of water.”

Still he advanced, and so she rushed toward him. Too many people had defied her as of late. The arc of her sword swooshed by and clanged against a sword he removed from his back. They fought on level with each other, neither having the clear advantage. That he held his own against her both unnerved and enthralled her. For years she had trained and honed her skill, perfecting every weapon, until no other barbarian could best her. Even her kicks and punches were lethal. A long time had passed since she last faced a worthy opponent.

And worthy he was. He used his height on her to swing wide arcs, which she had to dance away from. His smoothness with his weapon, the grace he exhibited… Perhaps I have met my match.

Match. The term her mother had often used when describing those she thought Ivy should consider to be her barbaron, when her time to rule claim. The notion of marriage was one she never considered seriously, but this barbarian had her on her toes, fighting for her life, and she loved it, embraced it. How odd this felt, especially considering she did not even know his name.

Not that she had meant match the way Mother had. An equal, perhaps? But there was no equal to a barbarian-princess.

The battle turned from foolhardy to serious when her sword came within inches of slicing off his ear. His eyes narrowed, and his breathing changed. Had she triggered his Bloodlust? In the darkness of the forest, she still had not clearly glimpsed his face yet.

His huge hand grabbed her wrist and crushed it. Still, she held on, refusing to be unarmed. His other hand dropped his sword and gripped her neck. He dragged her to him.

And that’s when she smelled him. Beneath the scent of the stolen tunic he wore, his stench rolled over her, filling her nostrils and revealing who he truly was.

Not a barbarian after all.

But a goliath.

 

 


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21. The Luthier’s Apprentice Blog Tour with Mayra Calvani

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Title: The Luthier’s Apprentice

Author: Mayra Calvani

Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

 Promo blurb:
Niccolò Paganini (1782-1840), one of the greatest violinists who ever lived and rumored to have made a pact with the devil, has somehow transferred unique powers to another…

When violinists around the world mysteriously vanish, 16-year-old Emma Braun takes notice.  But when her beloved violin teacher disappears… Emma takes charge. With Sherlock Holmes fanatic, not to mention gorgeous Corey Fletcher, Emma discovers a parallel world ruled by an ex-violinist turned evil sorceress who wants to rule the music world on her own terms.

But why are only men violinists captured and not women? What is the connection between Emma’s family, the sorceress, and the infamous Niccolò Paganini?

Emma must unravel the mystery in order to save her teacher from the fatal destiny that awaits him.  And undo the curse that torments her family—before evil wins and she becomes the next luthier’s apprentice…

Chapter excerpt:
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Author bio:

Award-winning author Mayra Calvani has penned over ten books for children and adults in genres ranging from picture books to nonfiction to paranormal fantasy novels. She’s had over 300 articles, short stories, interviews and reviews published in magazines such as The WriterWriter’s Journal and Bloomsbury Review, among others. A native of San Juan, Puerto Rico, she now resides in Brussels, Belgium.

Connect with the author on the Web:

http://www.MayraCalvani.com

Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mayra-Calvanis-Fan-Page/162383023775888

Twitter: https://twitter.com/mcalvani

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/272703.Mayra_Calvani

Purchase links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K93R3OO/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-luthiers-apprentice-mayra-calvani/1119467189

 

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Chapter One

Brussels, Belgium

Present day

 

Sixteen-year old Emma Braun got off the school bus and strode down Stockel Square toward her home. She glanced up at the October sky and wrapped her wool scarf tighter around her neck. Heavy dark clouds threatened a downpour.

As she passed a newspaper stand, the headlines on The Brussels Gazette caught her attention:

ANOTHER VIOLINIST VANISHES!

Emma stopped. For a moment she could only stare. She dug into her jacket pocket for coins and bought a copy.

The newspaper article left her stunned. Not only because three well-known violinists had gone missing in the last several months, but because the latest one was her teacher, Monsieur Dupriez.

The news story seemed so hard to believe, she stopped at the next street corner to read it one more time.

It was the last week of October, and the shops and homes were lightly adorned with Halloween decorations. Pumpkins and Jack-o-lanterns sat on doorsteps. Witches, broomsticks, and black cats hunkered down in windows and shops. Just last evening, Emma had sauntered along this street with her best friend Annika, unconcerned and looking forward to Halloween. Now, everything had turned dark and ominous.

The strange incidents she had experienced for the past two weeks added to her stress.

At first she had thought they were a string of coincidences, but not anymore. While scowling at obnoxious Billie Lynam during school recess, for instance, she wished he would fall flat on his face… and half a minute later, her wish was granted. On various occasions she guessed people’s thoughts before they spoke. And yesterday, on her way home from school, she accurately guessed the meal her mom had left on the table for her.

Was she some kind of a psychic? If so, why now? People didn’t develop powers like these overnight. Did they?

She hadn’t told her mom about her new abilities yet; only Annika knew. Maybe she would tell her mom today, after she shared the news about Monsieur Dupriez.

As Emma approached her home, she quickened her step. By the time she reached the door she was almost running. She raced into the hallway and dropped her book bag on the floor.

“Mom!” she called, looking in the kitchen, then in the living room. The house was silent. “Mom!” she called again, racing up the stairs to the bedrooms. Entering her mother’s room, Emma found her sitting very still on the bed with a crumpled letter in her hand.

When her mom saw her, she hastily put the crumpled piece of paper into her pocket and rose from the bed. Her arched brows were furrowed with anxiety.

Emma momentarily forgot the newspaper article. “Are you okay, Mom?”

“I’ve just received some unsettling news,” her mom said. “I must make a trip to see your Aunt Lili. She’s ill. She…I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”

Aunt Lili? Emma frowned. More surprises. Emma had never met her mom’s eccentric only sister, who lived alone in the Hungarian mountains secluded in an old chateau surrounded by dark woods—or so her mom said. Though again, her mom hardly ever mentioned her.

“What’s wrong with Aunt Lili?” Emma asked. “Can’t I come with you?” She had always been intrigued by her mysterious aunt.

“No. You’ll stay with Grandpa. You enjoy working with him, don’t you?” Her brown eyes met Emma’s before turning away, and though her voice sounded matter-of-fact, Emma detected a trace of ambivalence.

Emma sighed. She loved violin making with a passion, but Grandpa was a bitter taskmaster. No matter how much she tried to please him, she never could. Maybe that’s why her mom often seemed so reluctant about her apprenticeship.

“I’d rather go with you,” Emma said. “Plus, next week is holiday.” All Saints holiday week—or Toussaint, as they called it here—almost always coincided with Halloween.

“That’s out of the question. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Besides, you can’t miss your violin lessons, not with the Christmas competition at the academy coming up soon.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Emma said gravely, extending the newspaper.

Her mom took it. “What’s this?”

“This is why I came running up the stairs.”

Her mom read the headlines. She gasped and looked at Emma. When she finished reading, she sat on the edge of the mattress and stared into space. “Oh, my God…” she whispered.

Emma sat next to her mom. “It says Monsieur Dupriez disappeared in his study. The doors and windows were locked from the inside. The police don’t have any explanation. How can this happen? It’s not logical. It’s not humanly possible.”

“No, not humanly possible…”

“Just like the other three—that German violinist, the French one, the American. Nobody has explained their disappearances. Who would want to kidnap violinists?” When her mom didn’t answer, she began to gnaw at her fingernail.

As if by reflex, her mom pulled Emma’s hand away from her mouth.

“Sorry,” Emma mumbled. “I’m just worried about him.”

“Poor Madame Dupriez. We must visit her. She must be in quite a state.”

“Can you call her now?”

Her mom sighed. “I will. In a moment.” She looked at Emma, her features softening. Gently, she smoothed Emma’s glossy chestnut locks and side fringe away from her face. “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. You mustn’t be afraid.”

“Afraid? Why would I be afraid?”

“I mean, about Monsieur Dupriez.” Her mom appeared flustered.

“I’m not afraid. I’m worried, and angry. I want to find out what happened to him. Without him, I don’t even want to take part in the competition.”

Monsieur Dupriez had been Emma’s teacher since she was four years old. But more than teacher, he was her mentor.

“You will do your best at the competition—with or without Monsieur Dupriez. Do you hear me?” her mom said. Then her voice softened. “Listen, darling, I know how close you are to Monsieur Dupriez, but you cannot allow his disappearance to destroy your chances at the competition. I’m not asking you to win, only to do your best. You have great talent, a gift, and your duty is to use it to the best of your ability. Never forget this. Monsieur Dupriez would never want you to forget this.”

“You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with Aunt Lili,” Emma said, changing the conversation. “Why must you go to her now, after all these years?”

Looking into Emma’s face, her mom hesitated, as if unable to decide what—or how much—to say. “You know she’s always been ill, a recluse. She…” She rose from the bed and walked to the window, then opened the curtain. It had started raining, the drops pelted against the glass. “This time it’s serious. She may die.”

Emma couldn’t help feeling a twinge of suspicion. She hated distrusting her mom, whom she loved more than anything in the world, but this time her mom was lying. Emma trusted that feeling, another of her freaky new abilities. She felt an overwhelming urge to chew her fingernails, but tried to control herself. For her mom, a violinist’s hands were a work of art.

“But what’s wrong with her? What kind of disease does she have?” Emma insisted.

“Her heart is very weak.” Her mom turned away from the window to face Emma. Her voice was laced with impatience.

And again Emma thought: She’s lying.

“Please don’t worry about it,” her mom went on in a lighter tone. “I’ll try to come back soon.”

“How soon?”

“As soon as I can manage.”

“Grandpa is always in such a nasty mood,” Emma complained.

“Well, that isn’t news, is it?” Her mom stared down at the floor, as if absorbed by her own thoughts. After a pause, she added, “He’s old and his back always hurts. You know that.”

“I love Grandpa, but he’s so freaking…” She tried to come up with the right word. Bizarre.  Instead she said, “Mysterious. You know, with his violins.”

Her mom looked at Emma and frowned, as if waiting for her to say more.

“You know what I mean, Mom. With that room at the top of the stairs. The one that’s always locked.”

Her mom’s features hardened. “He keeps his most valuable pieces in there. You must never disobey him. He would be very disappointed.”

“Who said I would go in there?” Emma asked, trying to sound innocent. If there was something she intended to do, it was going inside that room. Once she’d almost been successful. For some crazy reason, Grandpa had forgotten to lock it one day. But the instant she touched the doorknob, he had called her from the bottom of the stairs, his wrinkled features twisted into a mask that had left her frozen. He had appeared enraged and afraid at the same time.

“When are you leaving?” Emma asked, shaking off the past to focus on the present issue.

“As soon as possible. Tomorrow, probably. I’ll get the plane tickets today.”

“Mom…”

“Emma, please. If you’re going to complain or say anything negative, I don’t want to hear it.”

Fine. Obviously, this wasn’t the best time to bring up her new psychic powers. She headed to the door.

“Where are you going?” her mom asked.

“To my room.”

“I’ll call Madame Dupriez to see if we may visit her after dinner. In the meantime, I want you to pack. You’re moving to Grandpa’s tomorrow.”

In her room, Emma dragged her suitcase from the top shelf in the closet and set it on the floor.

“Hi, Sweetie,” she said to Blackie, her rabbit. “Want to get some exercise?” She opened the cage door so Blackie could hop out and roam about her room. Blackie was housebroken, and smart as a cat—or close to it.

She stared at the elegant taffeta gown hanging from her wardrobe door, a strapless design a la Anne Sophie Mutter she’d already bought for the upcoming violin competition.

She sighed.

Slumped on the bed, Emma wondered for the umpteenth time about Monsieur Dupriez’s strange disappearance.

Where could he be?

 
 


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22. Your Soul to Take Cover Reveal with Sean Hayden

Your Soul to Take

(Rise of the Fallen, #2)

By

Sean Hayden

Published July 2014 by Untold Press (www.untoldpress.com)

 

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Blurb

You know your life sucks when your sister’s a vampire, you’re a demon, and your girlfriend is literally an angel.
How could it possibly be any worse? Try having something ripping the souls out of your friends, ending up with a psychotic stalker, and having romantic urges for your best friend who also happens to be your demon mentor. Nobody ever said life was easy, but things went from bad to worse faster than you can say, “I sold my soul for a bag of Cheetos.”
Just to add insult to injury, the Fallen have decided to give me a new job. While being a Reaper might sound good on a resume, ripping the souls from monsters isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure what the Fallen have planned for me. All I do know is if they don’t get my wildly powerful magic under control and teach me how to stay alive when everybody wants to kick my butt…all hell could break loose. Literally.

 

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Born the son of a fire chief, Sean naturally developed a love of playing with fire. His family and friends quickly found other outlets for his destructive creativity. Writing is his latest endeavor.

Always a fan of the macabre, mythical, and magical, Sean found a love of urban fantasy and horror. After writing several novels in this genre, he found, fell in love with, and immersed himself in steampunk. He has always wanted to rewrite history and steampunk gave him that opportunity.

 

Sean currently lives in Florida as a fiber-optic engineer as well as an author. He was blessed with the two most amazing children he could ever hope for, has met the absolute love of his life, who coincidentally is his partner in everything. His hobbies include grand designs on world domination as well as a starring role in his own television sitcom.

 

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My website: http://www.seanhayden.org

My blog: shaydenfl.wordpress.com

twitter: @shaydenfl

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4634239.Sean_Hayden

Facebook fan page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sean-Hayden-Author/157743597602264

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Sean-Hayden/e/B004WJEBD2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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23. She Who Hunts Blog Tour with CL Parks

She Who Hunts

Title: She Who Hunts

Author: CL Parks

Genre: Urban Fantasy with Romantic Elements

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Blurb:

~Tenna Massey’s past is about to catch up with her. For eighteen years she’s carefully crafted a normal life. When an assassination attempt shatters that illusion, she’s forced to accept her true identity. As the prophesied demon huntress, she may be the only one powerful enough to stop a recent string of murders.

She has two choices now: kill or be killed. Tenna must decide if risking her own life is worth saving thousands of innocent humans and the people she loves.

Will she choose to embrace her fate as The Huntress or condemn humanity to Hell on Earth? ~

CL Parks

Author Bio:

CL Parks has had a passion for writing since reading Charlotte’s Web in kindergarten. After rewriting the ending to gift Charlotte with immortal life she became obsessed. Her tastes quickly moved from sweet and innocent to the supernatural after reading Stephen King in fifth grade. Since the moment she picked up Pet Semetary she devoured every supernatural and preternatural book she could get her hands on by authors ranging from Anne Rice to Stephanie Rowe.

When not fully engulfed in the latest release or typing away at her newest novel you can find her corralling her chickens, playing with her dogs, spoiling her large lizard or sewing a new vintage inspired dress. Her dream is to travel the country in an RV with her husband while writing more books…after the kids have gone on to college, of course.

 

Author Links:
FB - https://www.facebook.com/pages/CL-Parks/361371153873

Twitter – clparks05

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/dashboard

Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/CL-Parks/e/B004SZI7V2/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Blog - http://christylparks.blogspot.com/

 

Buy Links:
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/She-Who-Hunts-CL-Parks-ebook/dp/B00IR1OOTW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1400690368&sr=8-1&keywords=she+who+hunts

B&N - She Who Hunts

Excerpt 1:


Tenna dug her fingers into Russell’s shoulders and shook him – or tried to – hoping to snap him out of the stupor he was in. “Killed who, Russ? Talk to me! Who’s dead?”

He was still looking directly at her, but somehow right through her. “All of them. They’re all dead.” His voice was an eerie monotone and as cold as his eyes.

Who? Everyone at the bar? Everyone at…noooo.

She gave up on coercing him gently into sanity and slapped her open palm across his face. His head whipped to the side, he blinked a couple times, his mouth working like a fish out of water then started to cry. He actually started to cry. “Shit! Russell, keep it together. Who’s dead? Whose blood is this?”

Russell looked down at his clothes then like he hadn’t noticed before that he was covered in blood. He began frantically swiping his hands at his shirt, his forearms, and his hands, anything he could easily see. His hands scrubbed at his skin, his nails biting into the flesh as he dug at the sticky substance. She kept grabbing at his hands, trying to keep him from scratching himself but his movements were too frantic.

Tenna looked over Russell’s head to see Jason swaying from foot to foot, wringing his hands like an old woman, his eyes still wide.

If there was ever a time to push out a little of her energy it was now. She focused on Jason’s eyes, trying to see the depth of the dark swirls of color, and exhaled once. She tried to imagine his breathing slowing to match her own, his hands relaxed and at his side. She put her own hands in her lap hoping to do a monkey-see-monkey-do kind of move. To her astonishment his hands dropped to his side…as did Russell’s. Cool.

 


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24. Sovereign Plague Cover Reveal with Rachel A Olsen

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Title: Sovereign Plague

Author: Rachel A Olson

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic PNR (18+)

Designed by: No Sweat Graphics by Rachel A Olson

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Blurb:

In the year 3127, the human race faces possible extinction when a viral outbreak spreads like wildfire during a never ending cold spell. Former militia member Barrick Hardison has been forced to use his training for survival before, and finds himself doing it again…but this time for a woman he hardly even knows.

Lyza Guerrera has spent her entire life trying to hide in the shadows. It didn’t do her any good. An orphan from the former Puerto Rico region, Lyza’s foreign looks simply attract danger, including Barrick. Fortunately for her, Barrick doesn’t seem to have any interest in her, or anyone else for that matter.

After meeting under extreme circumstances, Barrick begrudgingly allows Lyza to tag along with him. Threatening his former employer and witnessing a near upheaval of his old militia camp has given Barrick the realization that circumstances are not only worse than he thought, but he and Lyza are stuck in the middle of it all.

When it seems like their situation can’t possibly get worse, the strength of the Defects – the greatest threat of all – seems to be growing with numbers, and Barrick’s sanity begins to waver amidst it all. Will he get Lyza and her precious cargo to safety or will his uncontrollable feelings and impending psychosis prevent him from reaching their much needed destination?

 

ADD TO GOODREADS TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22493301-sovereign-plague

 

About Rachel A Olson

Somewhere amidst her forty-hour job and playtime with her son, Rachel finds time to walk the streets of worlds only existing on manmade paper. She resides in small college town Northwestern Nebraska with her son, just a few blocks away from her parents. She enjoys socializing with adults, sipping sweetened iced tea, and head banging to music that doesn’t carry a beat worth the effort of rock star hair slinging.

 

Stalk links

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorRachelAolson

Twitter: https://twitter.com/whitesouljamma

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/rachelaolson

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/AuthorRachelAolson

Authorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/whitesouljamma

About.me: http://about.me/rachel.a.olson


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25. The Luckiest Blog Tour with Wendy Owens

The Luckiest

Title: The Luckiest

Author: Wendy Owens

Genre: NA Contemporary Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

The Luckiest Blog Tour

Blurb (Unedited):

Once upon a time Mackenzie Phillips thought she’d found her happily ever after. She had married her high school sweetheart and had started her perfect family. But one tragic night Mac’s perfect life was ripped away from her, leaving her beautiful fairy tale existence in ruins.

When everything worth living for is suddenly taken from you, how do you keep going? People told her how lucky she was just to be alive after that night, but she didn’t agree.

Years passed with Mac living in a fog, until another unfortunate turn of events placed her world on its head once again. Now, still carrying the tender wounds of her past, this widow has to face the realities of life again.

Broken and truly alone, she must find work. In walks her new employer, Dean Johnson, a guy who is just broken enough himself, that she thinks he might actually be able to understand her. But Mac soon discovers that that bond with Dean may instead force her to face demons she isn’t yet ready to deal with.

Author Bio:

Wendy Owens is a writer, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio.  After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts.  After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she gave her first love, writing, a try. It’s become a passion ever since.  Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might lead.  Her first series, The Guardians, is a YA fantasy series about angel and human hybrids.

Since then she has branched into NA Contemporary Romance and released titles to include Stubborn Love, Only In Dreams, and Do Anything. Her next romance, The Luckiest is scheduled to be released in July 2014.

When she’s not writing, this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their three amazing kids, and two pups.  She loves to cook and is a film fanatic.

For more info on Wendy’s young adult fiction visit http://wendy-owens.com/

 

If you want to follow her on social media you can visit:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WendyLOwens

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Wendy-L-Owens/191731754221996?fref=ts

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5038955.Wendy_Owens

Buy Links:
iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-luckiest/id882088600?mt=11

 

Excerpt:

I glance in, but the box is dark inside all of the tissue paper. My hands retrieve the first item. “Buckeyes!” I exclaim.

“I can see why she’s your best friend.” Dean leans on one elbow, watching me explore the contents one by one.

I reach in, continuing to pull out items—a black hair scarf with cherries, a pair of earrings from one of my favorite local jewelry designers in Cincinnati, Abbi Glines’s newest steamy romance. My cheeks go hot as Dean sees the cover, lifting his eyebrows.

“Well, I think that’s it,” I say, lifting the box, the sound of something shifting inside catching my attention. “Oh, there’s something else.”

I reach in, and as I do, I can feel Dean’s eyes locked on me. I feel something long and cool slip into my hand. Locking my fingers around it, I let the box fall away. Instantly, I see Dean straighten up, a half-cocked grin on his face.

Much to my horror, I look down to see a pink rubber penis-shaped device in my hand. I freeze, but my cheeks are on fire. All I can think about is the different ways I am going to torture Monica before I kill her.

“I can explain,” I begin. I’ll tell him she’s crazy—like actually certifiable.

He’s still grinning at me as he gives me a slight nod. He closes the gap between us even more.

“You know, I can help with that,” he offers, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s serious, or perhaps maybe I’m wishing.

“You think I’m that easy?” I hit the ball squarely back to him. I consider licking my lips, but worry that may be over the top. I’m looking directly at him, and damn, he’s incredible.

“A guy can hope.” He pauses, playfully lifting an eyebrow. “Can’t he?”

I grin. In fact, I can’t do anything but grin. He moves closer, and I glance down, realizing I’m still holding the device. My breath hitches, but he still moves closer. He’s facing me, never moving those gorgeous blue eyes away from me. He slides his arm around my waist, and as he presses himself against me, I’m sure I can feel an erection. This surprises me, and my hand releases the dildo, which falls to the floor with a thud.

“What’s wrong? Can’t contain your excitement around me?” he whispers, his breath warm on my neck, just below my ear.

My mouth is watering, my heartbeat quickens, and my head is now spinning. I pull back, the distance giving me a slight bit of clarity. The idea of this kind of pleasure is tempting. The bulge in his jeans tells me he is interested.

In an attempt to casually conceal the pink rubber shaft, I use the toe of my platform sandals to kick it under a nearby chair. Dean cocks a brow, his face shifts, and he laughs softly.

“What?” I shrug innocently.
“Did you just kick a dick under a chair?” He’s still laughing.

“Watch it, or I might make a habit of it.”
“Ouch,” he hisses, then winces, grabbing himself as if he were imagining the attack.

My eyes dart past his shoulder, where Storm is coming up the stairs. She has on her headphones, staring at the face of her phone. I nod my head at Dean, indicating we’re no longer alone. I shift, moving to walk past him. He grabs my hip, pulling me into his grasp.

“We’ll continue this later,” he promises. He takes my hand and leads me past Storm and out of the bus without a word. I wonder if she can tell what had been transpiring from the look on my face.

As we move around the side of the bus, I feel his hand shift to the small of my back. It’s like he knows all the places to touch me to drive me absolutely insane.

 

 

 


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