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FREE ~ Sleeper by E.L. Loraine

2/16/2017

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Title: Sleeper
Author: E.L. Loraine
Genre: Mystery, Urban, Contemporary Romance
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Blurb:
Jeremy is the guy Jillian thought didn’t exist. He’s smart, fun, handsome and employed. He has nightmares, but so does she. When Jeremy’s nightmare comes to Washington DC, he has to tell Jillian the truth; he’s spent his entire adult life looking for the homegrown terrorists hidden among us.u’ll be on the edge of your seat as Jillian, Olivia and their friends frantically join to help him solve the mystery: what are the Sleepers planning and how can they stop them from destroying the country.
I grew up in a small northern Minnesotan town married my high school sweetheart, had two beautiful children and as soon as we could we moved to a warmer climate. I have worked with my husband building and decorating custom homes for years. After loving every kind of vampire book, movie and series I decided that I wanted to know more. I can write a book I thought, how hard can that be? Well.... But I stuck to it and finished my first book Royal Blood Chronicles Book One in August 2009. I now have six books in the series and am about to release book two of my new series Phantom Lives. My parents always told me that I could do anything that I wanted, work hard, study and do it right. I believe that and live that way every day.
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The good Senator focused more attention to Jillian’s breasts than her face and Jeremy found his cavalier treatment of her angered him more than he wanted to admit.
It was obvious to Jeremy that Jillian had also noticed the Senator’s roving eyes, because her eyes narrowed fractionally, but she only smiled.
“I look forward to it.”
They watched him stride away to engage yet another young woman.
“How can you stand this?” Jeremy whispered and then took a large drink of champagne.
Jillian scanned the room. “It’s all part of the game.”
“Well then I officially hate this game. Think you’ll have to sleep with him to get what you want?” he said with a side glance.
Jillian grinned. “Probably,” she said and took a sip of her drink.
“If you do, you better get things in writing first. You’d most likely kill him in the process.”
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Carlos' Peace by Melissa Haag

2/15/2017

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Title: Carlos’ Peace
Author: Melissa Haag
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
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Blurb:
Carlos has spent his entire life avoiding attachments to individuals and has devoted his time to protecting his race. His childhood taught him that something is out there, threatening the existence of werewolves, and he will let nothing interfere with his vendetta to stop the threat.
Physical attachment and vendetta collide when he sees Isabelle. She’s meant to be his Mate and instinct demands that he protect her above all else. However, letting go of his past is as impossible as embracing a future filled with love. Isabelle wants nothing to do with him, except fight with him. Carlos must find a way through her emotional armor and hope, together, they can heal and face the threat.
Melissa Haag currently resides in Wisconsin with her husband and three children. Touch is her first published novel. She is currently working on book three of a separate five book series.
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Love Edy Series Sale Blitz & Giveaway with Shewanda Pugh

2/14/2017

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Title: Love Edy Series
Author: Shewanda Pugh
Genre: YA/NA Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba
Editor: Stephanie Dagg
Publisher: Razor's Edge
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Reviews & PR
Blurb: When Edy Phelps falls hard for her best friend, she knows nothing can come from it. Forget actual chemistry, or the fact that she cherishes his mother more than her own; centuries of tradition say that Hassan will grow up, marry the girl his parents pick, and forget his best friend: the dancer with the bursting smile. Except he can't. In a world erupting with possibilities for the boy with a body of steel and dreams of the NFL, everything seems promised while nothing at all is; when he's denied the girl he wants most.
Two hearts. Two families devoted through generations of friendship. Could Edy and Hassan really risk all that? And yet ... how could they not?
Blurb:
In the aftermath of one tragic and uncertain night, Edy and Hassan shut out the chaos with a kiss. But when Hassan's traditionalist mother sees that kiss … well, a nightmare of a different sort begins. After all, he still has an arranged marriage on the horizon.
Love attacks the glue of their two bonded families; while the slow tug of success pulls Edy and Hassan in opposite directions. After denying their feelings for so long, they now have each other, but are forced to ask themselves if being together is worth it.
Blurb:
When Edy arrives at Louisiana State University, she soon discovers it takes more than talent to stay in her fellow dancers’ good graces. Meanwhile, Hassan’s status as a newbie freshman means that anytime not practicing is spent steering clear of pranks, cramming every play into his skull, and changing his mind again and again about whether to do that double major. Football, dance, and classes keep him and Edy apart more than together, and in the freedom of a thousand-mile distance from their parents, Edy discovers a wild, free spirit…one that doesn’t sit well with Hassan. But there’s a moody, unapologetic bad boy who likes it more than a little. He goes from irritating Edy to intriguing her. Oh, and yes, he’s a dancer. Finally, there’s Wyatt, in Baton Rouge without an explanation. Freshman year is ricocheting out of control fast as obligations and accusations take their toll. In a world like this, one wrong move is enough for everything Edy and Hassan have worked for to get wrecked.
Shewanda Pugh's a tomboy who's been writing romance since an inappropriate age. While she's been shortlisted for a few awards and snagged a bestsellers list or two, there's nothing she enjoys more than hearing from her readers.
In another life, she earned a BA from Alabama A&M University and an MA in Writing from Nova Southeastern University. Though a hardcore native of Boston, MA, she now lives in Miami, FL, where she sulks in the sunshine, guzzles coffee, and puzzles over her next novel.
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Mason muscled the Land Rover over a bed of shrubs and into the street, knocking his passengers left then right with the hustle. Just as Matt yelled for him to head in the opposite direction, Lawrence demanded to know if he could possibly hurry up. Hassan's eyes kept to the street, desperate for a glimpse of a just-departed Edy.
He supposed to an outsider their panic looked silly. But none of them cared. Edy was one of them, and they didn't need her father to remind them.
"Why would she leave like that?" Mason said, halting at a red light and chewing on the side of his thumb.
"Maybe someone tried something," Lawrence said.
"Tried something?" Matt echoed.
Silence filled the cabin.
Hassan's face tightened, teeth sealing with the weight of wet cement. That image didn't work for him. It didn't work for him one friggin' bit.
"If someone had tried something, Edy would've come to one of us," Mason said.
Chloe, who sat wedged between Hassan and Lawrence in the center backseat, cleared her throat. "Maybe she didn't want to," she offered.
That had everyone's attention.
"And why wouldn't she want to?" Matt snapped.
"I don't know," Chloe said. "Maybe . . . if she liked it." She looked from one face to the next, each cold, hard, unappreciative.
"Maybe you oughta be quiet," Lawrence muttered and turned to face the window.
Hassan rode with the company of his thoughts, now violently intruded on by Chloe's assertion. Meanwhile, he kept dialing Edy's cell and it went to voicemail each time. Tension hung like a threat in the air.
"Who saw her last?" Mason demanded.
"Oh, don't start that again," Lawrence said. He turned to Hassan, eyed the cell in his hand. "Keep trying. Keep calling."
Hassan sighed. He pushed away a thousand crazy thoughts: that Lorenzo Carpenter had been lying to them, that Chloe had been telling the truth, that Chloe had been talking about Lorenzo when she told them the truth.
"We have to check her house," Mason said. "It's the only place left."
"Right," Matt sneered. "We just walk into her living room and ask Nathan if he's seen the daughter he left with us."
"Not us." Mason said. "Sawn."
"How?" Hassan said. He looked up from the phone.
"You've got a key," Matt pointed out. "Use it and walk up to her room."
"Like Nathan isn't up? Waiting?" Hassan said.
"Window," Lawrence said. "Climb up. Look in. See if she's there."
Her window. Their secret rendezvous place since Hassan had learned to climb trees at six. It was a decent idea. He could only hope that her father wasn't sitting on the bed, waiting for his now-late daughter.
They parked on the tail end of Hassan's street, Dunberry, behind a cluster of oaks and a stop sign. All four boys climbed out, hunched low, and scurried covertly to 2260, Edy's address, while Chloe waited behind in the car. On arrival, the Dyson brothers clustered around a sweeping, aged, and red-tipped chestnut, squinting upward as Hassan scaled it. They watched with a nervous eye for Edy's parents, or his, next door.
Hassan made it to the thick "V" of limbs that split half toward Edy's house, half toward his. He hoisted himself up, grabbed a gnarled branch for balance, and found a knot of familiar footing to stand on. A square of darkness stared back at him. He reached forward and yanked up Edy's window.
"Edy!" Hassan hissed. "You in there?"
Silence.
"Ed--"
She emerged from the shadows, hair in an oversized ponytail, pajamas ultra-pink and wrinkled, the epitome of a been-sleeping girl. Only, he knew better. She stared back at him, evenly, eyes wider in the night.
"What are you doing here?" he said. "Why aren't you answering your phone? We've been looking for you. We didn't know what to think."
"I'm here because I live here. You can go back to your party now."
"What? I can go back--" Hassan flared. "Why didn't you say you wanted to leave? Mason would've taken you. Or Matt. I would have walked you, if nothing else."
"I don't need anyone to take me. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired."
But he couldn't excuse her. Not like that. Her anger, whenever he earned it, sat with him, needling like a shoe that didn't quite fit.
"Cake?" he said uncertainly.
His name for her. It had always been his name for her. But she jerked as if the word itself burned.
He needed to do something. To fix whatever was happening. Only . . . he hadn't the faintest idea what was happening.
"Edy, please. If I did something, just tell me. "
She ran fingers along the sill. They were long, slender, curving beauties that had climbed trees with him, and been laced with his a thousand times.
He had an urge to make it a thousand and one.
"Good night, Hassan," Edy said.
She looked up at him with puffy eyes and closed the window between them.
"Night, Cake." He whispered it to darkness.
Excerpted from Love Edy by Shewanda Pugh.
Copyright © 2014 by Shewanda Pugh. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing.
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Parallel Triangles by Kimberly Ann Miller

2/10/2017

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Title: Parallel Triangles
Author: Kimberly Ann Miller
Genre: YA Fantasy
Publisher: Evernight Teen
Cover Designer: Jay Aheer
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Blurb:
Carly Carmichael has one goal in life—to perform on Broadway with her amazing voice and dance skills. She refuses to have a Plan B because she’s never needed one—until the Bermuda Triangle takes away all the gifts that make her exceptional.
When Carly’s parents send her on a cruise to Bermuda as a graduation present, all hell breaks loose. One day, Carly finds herself unable to sing. The next day, she’s unable to walk. When she wakes up famous and full of scandal, she freaks out. Worst of all, her friends handle each day as if everything that’s happening is the norm. If she can’t get her real life back on track, she may end up spending the next sixty years trapped in a life she was never meant to live.
Kimberly Ann Miller received Bachelor's degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a Master's degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New Jersey.  She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and young adult novels.  She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by night. She always takes her Nook with her. Her published books include Triangles by Spencer Hill Press and Lost Reputation by Evernight Teen.
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A serious expression clouded her face. “Listen. Things happen in the Triangle that no one can explain or define. But don’t think everything will fix itself when the cruise is over. Any day on this ship can become your new reality. I can’t tell you how it works, but I wish I could. You need to find these answers on your own.” The intensity of her green eyes burned into me. I almost recoiled to protect myself from her words. “Remember what I’m telling you. Any changes that happen here can become your real life back home. Keep that in mind as you work on figuring things out.”
I shuddered. “I have a question for you. How come I’m the only one noticing that things are not normal or real? Why don’t my friends realize things are different? And what did I do to deserve this?” I sucked in a breath. “I mean, I’ve been a good student, I don’t drink or do drugs or steal, I do what my family expects of me.” I sighed. “I know people who are so much more deserving of some curse than me. What’s the deal?” I hated to sound so conceited, but I wasn’t a bad teenager. I wasn’t a perfect angel, but I did my best.
So why me?
She looked at me. “Right there, honey, could be your problem. Really, who are you to judge? You don’t know what others are going through, just like they don’t know what you’re going through. Everyone has issues no matter how perfect they—and you—think they are.”
I held my hands up. “I never said I was perfect. I just said I was good. I’m no angel, Doc. But I’m not a druggie or a killer or an animal abuser. I don’t kick puppies or steal junk from the mall. So what’s the deal? This is really because of the Bermuda Triangle?”
She nodded. “Luck of the draw, Carly. That’s all I can tell you. And maybe, it’s a little more than luck … like someone knows you need the help. As for your friends, some people change with the changes, some notice weird things, like you, and some experience nothing out of the ordinary while on this cruise. I’m sorry, honey. I wish I could tell you more. But you have to deal. That will help.”
Was she serious? “No, I figured I’d just not deal and go crazy, thank you very much.” The words were sharp as I spewed them at her. I blew out a breath and slumped my shoulders. “I’m sorry again. I don’t mean to be grumpy or direct it at you. I’m just going nuts here and have no idea what to do.”
“Relax. It’s easy and hopefully this will not be permanent. No drinking, smoking, drugs. Drink plenty of fluids. Eat right. That’s good advice for everyone. Otherwise, try to learn something from all you’re going through, okay? That’s the ticket to your way back to normalcy.”
I grimaced. “Yeah. Thanks for the tips. Not sure how much they’ll help, but thanks.”
She chuckled. “Go and have fun while you’re here. But think about your life, past and present, and where you’re headed. Think about where you’ve been, and what you want to do. And if you solve the mystery of the Triangle, stop in and let me know, okay? I need answers just as much as you do.”
I nodded. “You have no idea about how this all works?”
“I know some, but that’s all I can say. You have to figure the rest out on your own.” Knowledge lit up her eyes, so she knew more than she was telling. She couldn’t throw me a bone?
“Gee, thanks, Doc. I guess I have no choice, huh?”
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DPR: Miami Episodes 1-5  ~~~ Allyson Gottlieb & Kassandra Kush

2/1/2017

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Title: DPR: Miami Episodes 1-5
Author: Allyson Gottlieb & Kassandra Kush
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy/Crime Drama
Cover Designer: Marisa-rose Shor of Cover Me Darling
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Blurb:
In glittering Miami, vampires run the nightclubs of South Beach, werewolves roam the streets of Little Havana, and every day, crooked paranormals break the law in ways that would be unsolvable or even undetectable by ordinary police. Solving these crimes falls on the shoulders of a secret branch of the criminal justice system known as the Department of Paranormal Regulation.
Erica Campbell and Quinn Walker are the latest investigators to take up the job, only petty grudges threaten to derail their partnership before it can ever get off the ground. But they will need to learn how to put aside their rivalry and work together, because something sinister is brewing in the shadows of Miami that threatens to consume everything and everyone they care about.
This volume contains episodes 1-5 of the "thrilling new series" that's been described as "like Law & Order meets True Blood."
Growing up, Allyson was always the girl with a big imagination and even bigger dreams. A California girl by birth, she currently lives in Boston while attending Emerson College and terribly missing her fur baby, an orange tabby cat named Chloe. She has a slight addiction to Starbucks, eyeliner, and chocolate—and, of course, books. Writing has been her first love since she was seven years old, and she hopes to continue publishing for many years to come.
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Kassandra dreams of returning to her hometown of Columbus, Ohio someday, and in the meantime makes do with setting most of her stories there. She comes from a huge family dominated with girls, and has a black Lab named Phineas and a cat named Philippe. While someday, surely, true love will strike her down, until then she’s happy to share all her book boyfriends with the world.
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After making a pit stop at Starbucks for a green tea Frappuccino—she couldn’t stand the taste of coffee—she got on the highway and headed north. Traffic on 95 was surprisingly light for this time of morning, and it was a relatively brief commute to the sprawling white building she called her place of work. As far as most people were concerned, this massive, window-less compound on the edge of the city belonged to Sun and Moon Security, a private security consulting firm.
It was quite literally Erica’s job to keep them from ever learning the truth.
After giving her ID to the guard at the gate and being waved through, she parked in her usual spot, killed the engine, and shrugged on her leather jacket. Before she could get inside the building, she had to swipe her ID again and submit to a fingerprint scan. Though it sometimes felt tedious, all the security was incredibly necessary—not just to keep the outside world from seeing in, but to keep some of those inside from getting out.
The main lobby was all high ceilings and white marble grandeur, with half a dozen or so soaring marble pillars guarding the entrance to the courtrooms and legal offices at the back of the building. Though she couldn’t quite see it now, Erica knew the words non nobis solibus were inscribed in the arch above the pillars; a Latin phrase, meaning not for ourselves alone. But the surroundings paled in comparison to what filled them.
Even on a random Wednesday morning, the lobby was full of people of all ages, most wearing some variation on the all-black-and-leather-jacket uniform. There were a couple of pale figures huddled together in the sun tank—vampires who’d partied a little too hard and hadn’t been able to get back home before sunrise. On the other side of the room, near bookings, two officers were struggling to pin a burly werewolf with exceptionally pronounced sideburns, flashing gold eyes and unsheathed claws, to the desk while a third jammed a needle into his neck. Another group of officers rolled in somewhat behind her, loudly discussing a recent string of robberies near the Fashion District and the possibility that it was a rogue shifter.
Business as usual in the Department of Paranormal Regulation.
Mostly, everyone was too involved in what they were doing to acknowledge the people around them, but a few gave Erica nods of greeting or polite murmurs of “Hello” or “Good morning, Investigator Campbell.” The latter still sent a little thrill down her spine, even though she’d been hearing it all summer.
Branching off to the left was the entrance to the muster rooms, where the beat cops would gather at the start of their shift to receive their assignments. A tall, security-style desk blocked most of the view, though she could hear the loud, boisterous chatting that marked duty change. She waved at the sleepy-looking desk sergeant, but then, like she had for the last three months, Erica turned right instead and headed down the hall that led to the investigators’ bullpen.
Beyond the lobby, the décor started to change, gilt and marble giving way to generic gray carpeting and fluorescent lights. Here, the mood was somewhat more subdued, investigators buried in their computers and coffee cups, or preparing to head out and chase a lead—all under the watchful eyes of the sergeants, who had their offices in a row on the far side of the room. The door to the break room was open, and Erica could smell the bitterness of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the sugary scent of donut icing.
“You’re late.” Someone hip-checked Erica from behind, startling her out of her thoughts, and she whirled around to see her best friend, Raina Reyes, holding a mug of fragrant, steaming tea.
Erica laughed, cocking a hip. “And the sky is blue. Any other keen observations you’d like to make?”
Raina’s dark brown eyes sparkled with mischief behind expertly applied liner and mascara. Her glossy black hair positively gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, and she wore a black halter-style top with a zipper down the middle under her leather jacket. To an outside observer, the multitude of charm bracelets circling her slim brown wrists would simply look like a fashion statement, but Erica knew they were much more than that—the stones were pathways Raina used to channel her magic.
Not everyone could tell an ordinary human from a paranormal creature, but Erica had been trained from age ten to sense the subtle otherness of those around her. With witches, it was a distinctive scent. Underneath the floral notes of her favorite rose perfume, Raina smelled like spices, herbs, and the earthy-sweet aroma of old paper. It was something of a strange combination, but Erica had grown to find it calming after all her years of being friends with Raina.
Discreetly, she took another whiff, then promptly gagged at the herbal tea scent cutting through it. “Ugh, that shit smells terrible,” she said, glaring at the offending tea.
“You do realize that’s what your drink is supposed to taste like, without the mountains of ice and whipped cream?” Raina arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “You’re basically drinking a milkshake. One of these days it’s going to catch up with you.”
“Impossible. Everything I eat just goes straight to these.” Erica hunched her shoulders inward to push her cleavage up and together even more than it already was, and both girls dissolved into fits of giggles.
“Your sourface partner is giving us the stinkeye,” Raina said in a low voice, when they’d both gotten the laughter out of their systems.
Now Erica made a face like she’d sucked a lemon. She didn’t dare look over to see if Raina was right, not wanting to give Quinn the satisfaction.
Erica hadn’t thought anyone could possibly be worse than her last partner as a beat cop, Mindy Hoffman—a forty-something divorcee who’d made a mid-life career switch after her husband left her. Personally, Erica could sympathize with the guy, seeing as how Mindy was built like a linebacker, wore her salt-and-pepper hair in a boy’s haircut, and had an acid tongue.
She was intelligent and physically fit enough for the job, but she and Erica had been like oil and water. She’d also been Erica’s third partner, the first two—both guys—having requested partner changes due to “inappropriate conduct.” (To be fair, she’d only slept with one of them.) Erica had been ready to pop the champagne when she got her promotion and Mindy didn’t…until she’d met her new partner, Quinn Walker.
Unlike Erica, who’d lived in Florida all her life, Quinn had only moved here a few years ago from somewhere near Nashville. Rumor had it she used to be a criminal before accepting a deal to work for the DPR in lieu of jail time—because she was a shapeshifter, which were incredibly rare in the department these days. She was pretty in a plain sort of way, with skin a few shades darker than the typical Miami tan and straight blue-black hair she always wore plaited in two Pocahontas braids. Sometimes Erica just wanted to yank out the damn rubber bands and let her hair free, as she suspected it would really soften up her long face.
Not that Quinn was about to take any fashion advice from Erica. They were the same age, but Quinn thought she was so much better than Erica just because she’d spent more time as a beat cop. The memories of their first case together still made her cringe, all these months later. It really was a miracle they hadn’t killed each other already.
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Her Dark Past by Alexandrea Weis

1/23/2017

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Title: Her Dark Past
Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Dark Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Weba Publishing
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Blurb: Brynn Adler is a writer with a unique ability—everywhere she goes, images of the past haunt her.
After taking over the estate of her murdered ex-husband, Nathan Cole, Brynn is at the center of a mystery. A mystery the ruthless members of the Corde Noire Society want solved. Sent to discover Brynn’s secret, Declan Corinth plans to arouse her former submissive ways. There’s just one problem … he knows nothing about being a Dom. If Declan doesn’t get what the Corde Noire requires, Brynn Adler could become its next victim. Can he win her trust in time? The clock is ticking.
To uncover the past, embrace the darkness.
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
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In the back of the Mercedes, Brynn was wiping the raindrops from her face and neck when the rear passenger door flew open and another person scooted inside.
She almost screamed for her driver when she saw the man in the sharply cut black suit slide into the seat next to her. His riveting blue eyes fixated on her, and Brynn’s mouth dropped open.
Oh, shit!
“Well, well, Brynn Alder,” he said in a voice akin to honey. “I thought that was you. Forgive the intrusion, but I have wanted to meet you. I’m Declan Corinth.” He held out his hand.
Brynn stared at his hand as if it was a nuclear missile. What in the hell is he doing here?
When her eyes rose to his face, his good looks made her mouth go dry. With black wavy hair and sharp blue eyes, he was even sexier than his portrait. Declan’s features were sharp, but his nose was a little flat and his chin somewhat small compared to his square jaw. He had thin lips that complimented his looks. Just the idea of kissing those lips made Brynn want to—
Shake his hand! “Mr. Corinth.” She took his hand. “Why are you in my car?”
While holding her hand, his eyes examined her face, sending a tingling sensation up from Brynn’s toes.
“I was coming to Ren’s, and I saw you. I’m ashamed to say I’m a fan, Ms. Adler. I’ve read all your books. I think your interpretation of the BDSM lifestyle is unique.”
“Interesting choice of words, Mr. Corinth.” The fact that the attractive man had read her books was even more unnerving than his being in her car. “Are you familiar with BDSM?”
He kept a firm grip on her hand. “I have several associates who are ardent admirers of the lifestyle.”
She yanked her hand away. “By associates, I take it you mean Ren and his little society.”
“Ren is a business associate, Ms. Adler. As for his society, I’m familiar with it.”
She sat back in her seat, studying Declan’s compelling features. “How did you end up in one of his portraits?”
He hiked up a dark eyebrow, his eyes brimming with amusement. “You’ve seen the painting? And what did you think?”
“Ren told me a local businesswoman commissioned it. She was apparently quite taken with you.”
“Mabel Bergeron was more than taken with me. She was obsessed.”
Declan’s soulful chuckle resonated in Brynn’s groin, and then she was struck by the name. “Mabel Bergeron? But she ….” Her voice trailed off, afraid to say what she was thinking.
“She owns a bondage club in the Garden District.” Declan sat back in his seat. “Your ex-husband was a frequent customer of hers. We met at Mabel’s club.”  
A cold realization settled over Brynn. Declan Corinth was a player—a Dom. How else would he know about the bondage club Nathan had belonged to, or be friends with Ren Plancharde? Feeling foolish, Brynn glanced at Bob, still awaiting instructions behind the wheel.
“I should go. I’m keeping you from your meeting with Ren.”
“Nonsense.” Declan motioned for Bob to start the car. “I’ll see you back to The Shallows. You shouldn’t be alone today.”
“You know where I live?”
“I heard you took over Nathan’s old penthouse.”
Brynn’s reservations mounted as the engine roared to life. “No, Bob, wait,” she called. “Mr. Corinth was just leaving.”
The shock in Declan’s blue eyes was entertaining. She suspected that, being a Dom, he wasn’t used to having a woman tell him what to do.
With a curt nod, he reached for the car door and then glanced back at her. “Can I ask you a question?”
His voice reminded her of a dark whiskey. Smooth, soulful, and reaching down to her—
“Of course, Mr. Corinth.”
He shimmied closer to her. “It’s Declan, not Mr. Corinth.”
Her toes were tingling again. “What would you like to know?”
“How do you get ideas for your stories? They seem so real.”
Brynn shook her head, convinced that he was baiting her. If he was an associate of Ren’s and knew Nathan, then he must have known of her past.
“A writer never divulges where she gets her inspiration.” Brynn smugly sat back in her seat. “Good evening, Mr. Corinth.”
The surly grin he gave her damn near knocked her to the car floor. He was even more devastating when he was angry.
Declan shoved the card door open. As the sound of the rain hitting the sidewalk drifted into the car, he said, “We’ll see each other again, Ms. Adler.”
Brynn just smiled and waited for him to leave.
He bounded into the pouring rain and slammed the door closed. Brynn sank into her cold leather seat as he jogged through the open gate and into Ren’s pristine courtyard.
“No, we will not see each other again, Mr. Corinth.” She rocked her head back and closed her eyes. “That would be very dangerous for me.”
 
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Clay's Hope by Melissa Haag

1/23/2017

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Title: Clay’s Hope
Author: Melissa Haag
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Clay is a man of few human talents. As a wolf, he hunts well and can fight off a grizzly twice his size, but has no aspirations. The idea of a Mate isn’t something he has ever seriously entertained. Dreamed about, maybe, but he knows the chances are nearly non-existent.
Then he meets Gabby, a human girl. She hates him at first sight, yet he can’t let her go. Who he was is no longer important. Now, who he needs to become to win her over is the only thing that matters.
Melissa Haag currently resides in Wisconsin with her husband and three children. Touch is her first published novel. She is currently working on book three of a separate five book series.
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Cover Reveal ~ Love on the Prairie ~ Ciara Knight

1/20/2017

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Title: Love on the Prairie
Author: Ciara Knight
Genre: Historical, Western Romance
Cover Designer: Clarissa Yeo
Editor: Cora Artz and Emily Sewell
Expected Release Date: Mar. 2nd, 2017
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
Abigail McKinnie refuses to allow her sisters to be dispersed across the nation as mail order brides. Despite the fact the union soldiers took everything from them during their march through Atlanta-their lands scorched, house burned, food stolen-she won’t give up. With a plan in place, she sets out for Kansas to her second cousin under the guise of marriage. But instead, she plans to convince him that the seven of them can help run the homestead for him. Her plan is full proof, until she makes the arduous journey to discover he’s dead.
Owen Baker vows to never have a woman in his life again after the death of so many in his life, but when Abigail McKinnie struts onto his land claiming ownership on behalf of her dead cousin, he’s dumbfounded by her drive and beauty. Despite her abilities and their attraction, he vows to throw her over his horse to deliver her to the first train home the minute she recuperates from her trip.
Faced with living in a small dugout through storms, Indian attacks, and violent gunmen, they realize they must work together to save the homestead, the last hope for the McKinnie sisters and Owen’s heart. But when their attraction becomes more formidable than the surrounding elements, they will have to overcome their fear or lose everything.
Ciara Knight writes with a ‘Little Edge and a Lot of Heart’ with her contemporary and paranormal romance books. Her most recent #1 Amazon bestselling series, Sweetwater County, has topped the charts and received acclaimed reviews. Her international best-seller, Pendulum scored 4 stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from InD’Tale Magazine and Night Owl Top Pick. Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars from Paranormal Romance Guild and Night Owl’s Top Pick, among other praises.
Author Links:
Website: http://www.ciaraknight.com
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Cover Reveal ~  Fame & Secrets (Lords of Lyre #2) by Cora Kenborn

1/20/2017

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Title: Fame & Secrets (Lords of Lyre #2)
Author: Cora Kenborn
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Expected Release Date: March 14th, 2017
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
***OBSESSION HAS A NEW FACE***
An empty house in Hollywood isn’t what Phoebe Ryan envisioned when she said “yes” to a rock star’s proposal…
Phoebe is pregnant and alone in Tinseltown. She had hoped for a fresh start, but instead gets flashing cameras and tabloid gossip while her famous fiancé is on tour. Then the body of a young woman surfaces, bearing the same scars Phoebe has kept hidden for years. Phoebe fears the nightmare she can’t forget has come to collect an overdue debt.
Julian Bale struggles to balance his life as a touring rock star and his new role as a family man…
Everyone wants something from him, but he just wants to go home to the woman he’s fought so hard to keep. When inside information comes to light, threatening his fiancée and unborn child, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s his, even if it costs him everything he’s worked for.
Phoebe and Julian thought they left the drama and danger behind, but they thought wrong…
When the monster from Phoebe’s past claims the most innocent of victims, accusations and grief shred what they’ve fought to build. Some say tragedy can make or break a family, but can Phoebe and Julian unite to fight for what was taken from them, or will fame and secrets ruin everyone?
Cora Kenborn writes romantic suspense novels with strong heroines, complex alphas, harrowing danger, and snappy banter. She is the author of the rock star stalker series, Lords of Lyre but refuses to be pigeon holed into one specific genre. She loves delving into the twisted mind of a dark villain as well as giggling while writing rom-com banter.
Cora lives in Eastern North Carolina and is a true Southern girl, growing up on sweet tea, front porches, and the simple life. She says “y’all,” “fixin’ to,” and should you deserve it, will “bless your heart.” She’s the proud mother three hyperactive and occasionally adorable children, and the wife of a husband who tolerates her chaotic writer’s cave.
Although reading is her passion, she can usually be found watching true crime shows and crafting inspiration for twisted new tales. Cora admits to being a horrible cook, an even worse baker, and believes she’s more dangerous with a hot glue gun than any weapon on earth. Oh, and she and autocorrect are mortal enemies.
Author Links:
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Blackwell by Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor

1/17/2017

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Title: Blackwell
Author: Alexandrea Weis with Lucas Astor
Genre: Paranormal thriller
Publisher: Vesuvian Books
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb: Hell has a new master
In the late 1800s, handsome, wealthy New Englander, Magnus Blackwell, is the envy of all.
When Magnus meets Jacob O’Conner—a Harvard student from the working class—an unlikely friendship is forged. But their close bond is soon challenged by a captivating woman; a woman Magnus wants, but Jacob gets.
Devastated, Magnus seeks solace in a trip to New Orleans. After a chance meeting with Oscar Wilde, he becomes immersed in a world of depravity and brutality, inevitably becoming the inspiration for Dorian Gray. Armed with the forbidden magic of voodoo, he sets his sights on winning back the woman Jacob stole from him.
Amid the trappings of Victorian society, two men, bent on revenge, will lay the foundation for a curse that will forever alter their destinies.
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.
Author Links:
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Leaving the firelight, he headed toward the water, eager to learn more about the woman. Beyond the glare of the bonfire, his eyes were better able to take in her figure. Her nightdress was torn in places and had dark splotches on it in others. She stood at the water’s edge, her feet hidden below the surface of the bayou. As he drew closer, Magnus got a better view of her exquisite face. Her pale, snowy skin glowed in the darkness, and her features were perfect except for a scar above her right lip. He ached to help her, to guide her from the water and back to the warmth of the fire. 
“Are you all right?”
She titled her head to the side as she examined him. Then without saying anything, she held out her hand to him.
Magnus could hear a woman’s voice saying, Magnus, come with me, in his head, but her lips never moved. He was entranced, drawn to her, and just as he was raising his hand to take hers, another hand clamped down on his wrist.
“Magnus, no, don’t touch her,” Madam Simone called out.
The spell was broken, and the woman in the water faded away.
Magnus gawked at the water. “What?”
“I told you to stay close to the fire,” she admonished.
He pointed to the water. “You saw her? Who was that?”
Madam Simone let go of his arm. “You mean what was that, don’t you?”
“I don’t understand.”
She waved her long stick out over the water. “That was a spirit called by the ceremony. She often appears when we perform our rituals on the bayou.”
“You know her?” The shock was evident in his voice.
“She’s the spirit of one who sacrificed herself for love many years ago. She was the quadroon mistress of a wealthy white man who spurned her and her unborn child.”
Magnus removed his hat and wiped his hand over his brow, feeling shaky. “So you are telling me I just saw a ghost?”
Madam Simone chuckled at his reaction. “The world is not everything you see, Magnus. Ghosts are as real as you or I. They are the impression left behind by a life ended in misery, pain, or confusion. The spirits trapped or bound to earth are the ones who haunt. The ones who have found peace are the ones who leave.”
“Where do they go?”
She gave him a sad smile. “That all depends on what you believe. Heaven, hell, paradise—take your pick. We have more names for the world that comes after than we do for the one we currently inhabit. I think that speaks volumes about our capacity for hope.”
Magnus took an unsteady breath as his eyes returned to the water. “What about her? The girl in the water? Will she ever find peace and move on?”
“No.” Madam Simone shook her head and, gathering up her skirt, took a step away from the shore. “She has chosen to remain here.”
“Chosen?” he shouted. “Are you telling me she had a choice?”
“We all choose in life and in death, Magnus.” She glanced back at him. “That is why we have souls—to make that choice.”
Magnus could still hear the voice of the spirit calling to him in his head. “I think she spoke to me. She knew my name.”
“Spirits often bring messages from the dead. Do you know anyone who has recently died?”
He shook his head. “No, no one.”
Madam Simone motioned ahead to the bonfire. “Let’s get back to the fire.”
Returning his hat to his head, Magnus followed her up the bank. “I’m not sure what I witnessed, Madam Simone, but I no longer think I’m a skeptic.”
She grinned as they walked along. “Good. Then the ceremony served its purpose.”
“What purpose?”
Madam Simone kept her eyes focused on the firelight. “To prepare your soul for what is to come.”
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