Thursday, June 23, 2016

Night and Chaos by Naomi Clark


Like the quote says, sometimes you have to write the book you want to read. When I first came up with the idea for the Deva Chronicles, several years ago now, I was looking for something in the urban fantasy field that didn't revolve around the Big Three – vampires, werewolves, and witches. I'm not saying it wasn't already out there. I just couldn't find it. I can't quite remember now where I stumbled across the Hindu concept of devas and their malevolent brothers, the asuras, but it was just too great a piece of mythology not to write about.

I admit I've taken some liberties with the myth, but the basic idea of the nature spirits, the devas, versus the aggressive asuras is at the core of it all. With the devas and asuras able to give particular gifts to their human hosts (like Ryan's ability to cloak herself in shadows), the stage is set for supernatural carnage! Hopefully the sneak peek below gives you an idea of what's in store in the Deva Chronicles...

Ryan's past isn't just haunting her. It's trying to kill her.

Ryan McCarthy fled Kimberlyn Island, her father, and her lover six years ago, desperate to build a life away from the weird science and supernatural experiments of her childhood. But everything she hoped to escape comes back with a vengeance when she's kidnapped and tortured by a possessed madman out for revenge on the man responsible for his possession: Ryan's father.

Now, reunited with the lover she abandoned, Ryan is forced back into a world of danger and darkness she no longer understands, pursued by enemies with powers she can't fathom. But Ryan's not entirely powerless herself. She'll have to use every trick she knows—as well as the mystic gift she hates—to stay ahead of those enemies. And that will be easier said than done.






“Ryan! Open the door, Ryan!” Irving shouted. “I’ve got a present for you!”

“Stay here,” Jackson told me, tone allowing no argument. He crept down the hall towards the door, metal hand curled into a fist. Tendrils of red hot energy rolled off him, his deva preparing for battle. My own deva, long suppressed, stirred sluggishly within me, its energy cool and dark.

My body remembered too well how to use its power now. Shapeshifting earlier had woken the old skills, and it was almost painless now for me to tug at the shadows in the kitchen and wrap them around me so I disappeared. Jackson looked back at me and started. “Ryan?” he whispered.
“Get the door,” I shot back, my voice sounding disembodied and tinny.

Irving was still hammering, screaming my name. I imagined the asura inside him spurring him on, urging him to violence. To kill and torture and maim. I watched Jackson’s back as he stole towards the door, thought of the chaos deva inside him, and wondered how different the two entities really were. Devas were supposed to be the good to the asuras’ evil, but that was a human idea, wasn’t it? Morality, right and wrong…What did those things have to do with supernatural beings?

Jackson reached the door just as the wood split, a long pale crack appearing in the varnished oak. I trembled at the strength that must have taken. I’d been lucky earlier to escape Irving with relative ease and only a few scars to show for it. He could have snapped me in half.

Jackson grasped the door handle and wrenched the door open. Metal shrieked as locks and bolts snapped. Wood flew from the frame in splinters and chips. Amber light flooded the hall from the street lamp outside, gleaming off his metal hand and bathing Irving a sickly yellow color. He clasped a knife in one hand.

Irving stumbled back at the sight of Jackson in the doorway, his crazed eyes wide. There was a split second where neither man moved, then they exploded into action. Irving screamed and threw himself at Jackson, blade flashing as he struck.




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About the Author
Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Leave Me Breathless by Elodie Parkes

Thank you for inviting me to the blog with new erotic romance release from Evernight Publishing, ‘Leave me Breathless’




Leave me Breathless



Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.

Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide. 

Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties. Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.
Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.

Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?

I wrote 'Leave me Breathless' after seeing a magazine article about the old plantation mansions in Louisiana. Intrigued by the different architectural styles and the history, I looked them up online. As I read about the old plantations and about some of the mansions remaining I became aware of the gorgeous surrounds and gardens that are spread around Louisiana. One particular garden and large house that caught my eye as I cruised the internet sparked the idea for this story. I imagined a lonely man on a business trip falling in love with a mansion, buying the place, and moving, only to find his loneliness hadn't dissipated in the beautiful place. Then he hits on the idea of holding house parties...Seth Callahan is a sensual guy but as soon as he sees Rosanna at one of his parties his sexual appetite goes wild and his needs flash over him until he's desperate to possess her. Naturally this is a love story, an erotic romance with an HEA, because I must have one. I hope you enjoy this summer story.



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The outside of Magnolias had been painted a cool, ethereal blue in the seventies, many years before Seth Callahan bought the mansion. The house took its name from the abundance of beautiful flowering trees that grew along one side of the estate, and no one could remember the place ever being called anything else. As the sun set, the blue became tinged with a multitude of almost transparent pinks that shimmered in the hot summer air. That’s when the silver-white fairy lights would appear twinkling in the grounds of Magnolias, and soft strains of music drifted on the evening breeze.

Seth had fallen in love with the mansion and surrounding estate as soon as he saw it. The whole place evoked fantasies in Seth’s lonely heart, and filled it with hope of erotic nights. Seth’s somber moods lifted there, and it wasn’t long before he found a way to share this sexy atmosphere with the beautiful and curious people in town.

* * * *

Seth watched from his seat on the balcony as the stream of people arrived at the house party. He’d divided his massive French Colonial style house into public and private, much like his life. Seth had built two reputations since arriving from New York four years earlier, one as a high-achieving businessman, and the other as the host of an elite sex club that operated under the guise of house parties. Seth liked to sit on the wraparound balcony of Magnolias, his Louisiana home, with a glass of iced tea, and check out the people who’d come to sample swinging, swapping, and the sensual dance of flirting that led to sex if they chose.

He swished the remains of the pale golden liquid around. It had warmed in the humid air, and Seth placed the tall glass on the table. Enticing laughter reached him. He stood to lean over the balcony rail and look more closely at his guests.

That’s when he saw her, the pale-green silk of her dress blown against her body in a revealing caress by the evening breeze. The thin fabric outlined her nipples and flat stomach. It clung to her as if in love with the perfection of her figure. Seth’s gaze followed the flow of her long dark hair as tendrils lifted and swept her breasts. He sighed with pleasure. The sight of her made his cock stir. She’s lovely, sexy body. Wonder who she is? Maybe Pearl knows. Who’s that she’s with?

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Evernight Publishing June 16 release
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About Elodie

I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.

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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Coming Soon to #Audiobook #TeaserTuesday



When I decided to take the plunge into the audiobook world, I wasn't at all sure what I was in for. Now, a couple of years later, with 11 audiobooks completed and more underway, I'm happy I took that leap and jumped in head first. I have been so blessed to be able to work with some wonderful and super talented people who do an awesome job at bringing my stories to life. And I'm happy to say that once again, I'm working with some fantastic talents in the world of audio. So, I'm going to share a couple of teasers with you from two audio projects that are currently in production.


Trouble in Paradise, the novel length book in my Paradise Ranch series, will be hitting the audio retail shelves soon. Projected July 2016 release. Here's a sample of what's to come from the woman who knocked my socks off when I heard her. The superb Sierra Kline.


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Those bad boys of rock are on their way, too. Yep. I'm talking about Cinder. Every Single Part of You is in audio production with a projected release of August 2016. When I first heard La Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers I was blown away by their voices and narration style, and I know you guys will love them. Here's a tasty little Tuesday tease. 






Have a terriffic Tuesday!
XoXo
London

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Hot Read, Hot Rockers, Hot Deal #99CentSale #Amazon #Giveaway



 I'm super excited to announce this $0.99 sale, happening now on Amazon!


Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers, Series
Word Count: 80k
Heat Level: 5
 

Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won't save the day, and truth doesn't always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

 





Dressed in my rumpled clothing from the night before, I perched on the edge of the bed I’d made while Cross and Eryk tugged on faded jeans and pec-hugging T-shirts.
“I imagine you and your entourage walking into a restaurant for breakfast causes quite the stir with the locals,” I said.
Cross’s dark chocolate eyes flashed, and the slightest hint of a smirk started to appear. “It can.”
“What if someone recognizes me?” I asked. Eryk scowled. “You guys have no idea the crap storm that will rain down on me and you if that reporter from the party last night retrieves any useable pictures from his broken camera. Not to mention, pictures as proof or not, he won’t keep his mouth shut.” I stared down at my hands on my lap. “It’s not only that I’m Senator Holbrook’s daughter that makes me interesting to the press.” I paused. Took a deep breath. “What I left behind in D.C. makes things very complicated for me. And, I don’t want you or your band used as cannon fodder.”
“What did you leave in D.C.?” Eryk asked.
“A father who’d just announced his bid to run for the presidency, and an unanswered, very public marriage proposal.”
“F-u-c-k,” Cross moaned, more than said.
“Do you love the guy?” Eryk asked.
I looked up. “No.”
As though he needed nothing more in the way of explanation, Eryk glanced over at Cross. “No gossip for the rags. We need to protect her.”
“You guys head on over to the restaurant for breakfast,” I said, “and once the excitement of your arrival dies down, I’ll sneak away.” I motioned with my thumb toward the tinted window and hotel sign beyond, which told me we were in Medford, Oregon. “I can hang there. Call Briar. She’ll come get me.”
“We don’t want you to leave,” Cross said, the naked honesty in his eyes pricking my heart.
Eryk nodded. “We want you to stay.”
“It’s not—”
“Just give us until our next tour stop.”
My gaze flickered between pale eyes and dark.
“Please,” Cross said, softly.
I didn’t want to go, but the reality of my situation—what I wanted, what I shouldn’t want—flooded me with guilt and shame.
I chewed on the corner of my mouth. Maybe I could stay with them, for a little while. I’d just be careful. Somehow.
“All right.” The whisper freed my chest of the constriction I hadn’t been aware of.
“Are we going to go fucking eat or what?” Fade yelled his question from the hall.
Eryk continued to stare down at me, although his brow had smoothed. “Cross,” he said, not turning his attention away from my face, “go with the guys, then bring something back for us.” He swiped a fingertip along my cheek, setting me on fire. “What do you like to eat?”
“Anything, really.” I glanced at Cross. “Surprise me.”
Bright white teeth appeared from beneath fantastic lips. God, the things that man’s smile did to my belly. “I’ll do that.”
The men in the hallway roughhoused and chuckled—more than one lewd comment heating my face. Again. I glanced down at my wrinkled blouse that was missing a couple more of its buttons.
“You’re going to need some clothes, too,” Cross said. “And—all that womanly shit.”
My head lifted and I laughed. “Womanly shit?”
“Makeup, hair stuff—” He waved his hand in front of my body. “I don’t know. Whatever else girls need.”
My heart melted a little.
“What sizes do you wear?” Eryk asked as he walked around the bed and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from the bed stand.
With a teasing smile I said, “Don’t you know it’s not polite to ask what size a woman is?”
A grin formed on his face. Of the two, Eryk was the more serious, so seeing him transform from brooding to light seemed a gift.
“Write a list of whatever you need to get you by for a couple of days at least,” he said.
“I’ll have one of the roadies get everything during breakfast,” Cross added. “Can’t have anyone from the band buying little pink panties, now can we? People might think we’re harboring runaway females inside our bus.” He winked.
“Maybe we’re into cross-dressing on our downtime!” a voice—Sayer’s, I thought—hollered from behind the half-closed door.
“Roadies?” I asked, taking the pen and paper.
“Staff,” Eryk explained.
“Oh. Like my father’s aides.”
Cross chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
Fade yelled, “I doubt Washington aides have ever gone on beer runs, or shopped for lube, dildos, or condoms!” My mouth dropped open. “Well, maybe they have.”
“Ignore him,” Eryk said.
“Seriously, people, can we wrap things up?” Fade grumbled. “Some of us are starving.”
“No one asked you to wait for us!” Eryk bellowed. “So go.”
Kris popped his head into the bedroom. “And miss all the goings on in here?” He shook his head. “Nah.”
My gaze winged from Eryk to Cross. “You guys have no privacy on this bus, do you?”
Eryk shook his head. “Nope.”
  

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Monday, June 13, 2016

Stayed for Alpha by Rose Wulf

Hello again! Thank you so much for having me back! This time I’m here to tell you about the latest installment in my Night Shadows series: Stayed for Alpha!

Blurb:
Adam Jefferies is a young Alpha taking a big risk. He wants to set down roots in California - a state largely claimed by the oldest and most powerful vampires. He's going to have to earn their place the hard way.

Whitney King is a Rogue wolf with a single purpose in life: get revenge for the pack that took her in so many years ago. The pack that was slaughtered by a dangerous vampire. She's tracked that vampire to California and she's prepared to risk her life to end him. But she's not prepared to find something worth living for...

When Adam takes Whitney in she says it's temporary. He knows it won't be, but he'll have to show her why if he wants her to stay.
Excerpt:
But when was the last time Rogues traveled in groups? Maybe that was the problem. Dylan was obviously Rogue. That alone would give most wolves reason to be cautious. Brody and Camila were followers. Gammas. Their attaching themselves to a stronger wolf made sense. And if Dylan had Alpha in him, his acceptance of them would make sense, too. But he swore he didn’t.
            Adam just wasn’t sure whether or not he believed that.
            As he watched, Dylan leaned a little too far into Whitney’s personal space and Whitney recoiled. Adam felt a surge of possessiveness flare inside him. Dylan was flirting with her and it pissed him off. Fortunately, Whitney’s rejection of those advances was fairly obvious. Except, apparently, to Dylan.
            Dylan’s arm extended as though he were reaching for her and Whitney moved fluidly to her feet. Out of reach.
            Adam took a step forward on instinct.
            “Hey, Dylan,” Jim called from the grill a heartbeat later. He gestured with the tongs he held. “Why don’t I show you how to work this thing?”
            That was probably for the best. Although if Adam’s possessive instincts didn’t cool off, Dylan’s time with them would have to be cut short.
            Whitney used the opportunity to extract herself from the others and strode toward him purposefully. She stepped right into his personal space like she belonged there. “Kiss me,” she breathed. “Make a scene.”
            Adam didn’t really need to be asked, but he didn’t bother to explain that, either. Instead he wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her up to his lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth without resistance and Whitney’s hands dug into his shoulders as she held onto him. He nearly growled against her lips. Suddenly he felt like he’d been starving for her, and it was harder than it should have been to keep the kiss from leading somewhere.
            He was hard and suitably breathless when the kiss broke. The sound of her own uneven breathing drew a brief grin from him. Until he remembered the reason for her demand. “Was Dylan bothering you?” he asked, voice low so as not to carry.
            Whitney laid her head on his shoulder, face turned in so that she could talk quietly. “More like annoying. I’m hoping he’ll take the hint.”
            Doing his best to smother his growl, Adam bent his head and traced his lips along her slender throat. “We’ll just keep reinforcing it.” Right then, right in that moment, Adam would have marked her as his just to keep her safe from another wolf’s harassment. As it was, he vowed that for as long as she was his he’d make sure his scent lingered on her skin. Thick enough that no wolf with half a nose could miss it.
            “Are you sure about including them?” Whitney asked, drawing him out of his lust-induced frenzy. Mostly.
            Adam frowned and lifted his head so that his chin rested on her head. She fit perfectly against him. Slender and soft, a good head shorter. Perfect for holding in his arms and wrapping himself around. But this wasn’t the time to be thinking about those things. Those might be things best left unexplored, even. “I’m reserving judgment. I have to consider it, at least.”
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            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
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Sunday, June 12, 2016

Vampire Bites @erzabetbishop #Giveaway




Vampire Bites Box Set
Sanguine Shadows: A Curse Workers Novella by Erzabet Bishop
Only available in the Vampire Bites Box Set!


Blurb:
Sanguine Shadows
A Curse Workers Novella

Ball gowns and bite marks…
Mari Di Bartolo was a witch coming back to her roots in Salem. Juggling work and school, she is a woman on a mission until she is attacked one night after work and left for dead. When Mari is about to step through the veil, she is given a choice-become a vampire or fade away. She chooses life. Nevertheless, it’s not her new Sire that holds Mari’s attention, but the strange and enigmatic Fae with the golden green eyes. Full of mischief and mayhem, the night of the Vampire Ball is upon her and all that glitters may just be her teeth in the moonlight.
Darkness lurks in the shadows…
Fenris is the Captain of the Guard for the Queen of the Dark Court. For centuries he’s secured the barrier between the human world and Faery, part of a Protectorate that keeps humans blissfully ignorant of the beings hidden in their midst. But when another rogue wolf attack brings him to a crime scene, he remembers another girl with long dark hair and eyes that spoke to his soul. On a night filled with wild magic, there will be blood and some of it might just be given willingly.



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Excerpt:
Her eyes widened and her lips parted and he caught a glimpse of fang. “I…didn’t know you cared.”
“If I didn’t, why would I have convinced Roark to turn you?” He tugged her closer, the push of her breasts against his chest making it hard to concentrate on mere words. He’d known she was meant for him from the first second he’d seen her but he had to let Roark take her or risk her dying.
“You don’t know me. I was just a girl on the street. A human not worth your consideration.”
Fenris didn’t miss the hurt in her eyes. Perhaps he had been wrong leaving her alone. He’d been convinced he was right letting her assimilate unhindered into her new life. He also couldn’t fault her reasoning. She was right. They had no claim on one another, only an attraction that blazed to life in the most untenable of situations.
But she was wrong on one account. He had noticed her before-just not in a way he might have acted upon. Human and supernatural interaction was forbidden but he was unable to let her die. Not like that.
 He wasn’t able to stop thinking about her and hadn’t since that night.
“I did notice you, witchling. How could I not?” He lifted a finger and traced the side of her face, his cock hardening at the moan that slipped unbidden from her lips. “You burn inside of me. Only I couldn’t act. Not until then. But I had to save you. To do anything else…” He let his voice trail off and watched her reaction.
Mari blinked and reached forward, pressing her lips to his. “It’s like a fire, isn’t it? A fire in the blood.”
“Oh Gods, yes.”




About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow, Malediction (upcoming), Sanguine Shadows (upcoming), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Red Hot (upcoming), Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.
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