Saturday, January 27, 2018

Book Tour: Catching Keira—A Witch’s Destiny 1 by @RebeccaAiries




Her destiny comes with blades and fangs.

Catching Keira is a re-release. It has been heavily edited and retitled.

Her goal: reclaim an amulet and go home

Keira A’Darcin doesn’t need distractions. An encounter with gorgeous, dragon warrior Rath  tempts her to put aside her worries and enjoy a night in his arms. When morning comes, duty leads her away from him. As she continues on her journey, danger forces her to claim a pair of ancient weapons, changing her life.

Rath hunts the dark sorcerer targeting cities under dragon protection. His search leads him to a trap and then to Keira. Intense attraction burns between him and the sexy witch. Every touch makes him wonder if she’s the one for him and Damon?

In the last few weeks, vampire Damon Ro’Teir has helped rebuild cities and fought battles. He hadn’t expected to find their witch-mate in the middle of the chaos. Now that  he has, he isn’t letting her go.  Keira’s fierce, strong, passionate, and more than a match for him and Rath.

Although the desire grows hot between them, their enemy grows stronger. Witch, dragon, and vampire, they’ll have to work together to defeat an enemy determined to claim the power Keira now holds.

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Excerpt  - Heat Level Sexy scene R

 Rath’s head lowered and his lips brushed over hers. He nibbled. His teeth grazed over the curve. Prickles danced behind that light touch. He sucked. Each pull tempted and coaxed. The attraction was irresistible. Her mouth opened.
His tongue stroked, tangling, mating. A spicy warmth filled her. Her hands slid over his shoulders. She leaned into him, hungry for more of that addictive essence. His arms tightened. Hard sinew pressed against her from breast to hip. Her fingers flexed. He was all muscle.
His fingers cupped the back of her head, an undeniable claim. The kiss deepened and towed her under like the current in the Kennet. Did all dragons kiss this good?
His lips slid away, skimmed across her cheek, and down her neck. She moaned. Vellos, not yet. He inhaled deeply and a shiver rolled through his large frame.
“I can’t wait any longer for you, Keira. Let’s go to bed.” He nibbled at her neck.
His voice rumbled and rippled through her. By the Lady, that gravelly sound. Heat curled low in her stomach.
He scooped her into his arms. Her stomach lurched and her head spun. She gasped. Lady, a little warning would have helped. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She clung to him. Her heart thudded against her chest.
A few long strides carried them to the bed. He placed her on the mattress. A lump formed in her throat. If she said something now, he might back away, but the heated swirl of desire burned away any words. He knelt. Yellow-gold eyes fixed on her.
“Are you only going to look?” She licked her lips.
“No, but you’re so sexy that I can’t miss this opportunity.” His fingers trailed over her arm.
A shiver ripped up her spine. His eyes roamed downward. Hunger burned in his gaze. Those slitted orbs locked on her breasts. Her nipples hardened under the scrutiny, thrusting up as if demanding attention. A wide smile spread across his lips. Four very prominent canines peeked out.
She tensed. Her heart slammed against her chest. A cold weight settled over her. Her throat tightened and she struggled for each breath. She clenched her hands. Calm down.
Those teeth How could she have forgotten? This wasn’t just a wizard she was playing with tonight. She’d invited a fully grown, likely very powerful, dragon into her bed. She gulped.
“It’s just a natural response to being with a beautiful woman. I can control the urge to bite.” His hands stroked over her in slow, soft sweeps.
The caresses swept down her ribs and over her hips. She slowly relaxed beneath his hands.
Rath’s head dipped. He dropped kisses on her shoulder. Heat flickered over her skin as if he left a bit of flame everywhere he touched. She shivered and smoothed her fingers over his shoulders. His mouth glided down to the small mounds of her breasts. A thrill pulsed through her and her stomach muscles tightened. Would he nip or lick and suck?
A kiss dropped into the slight valley between her breasts. He nuzzled and licked. Flaring prickles raced over her skin. Her nipples hardened and ached.
His tongue lapped and glided up the gentle slope of one breast, lashing the tight, puckered tip repeatedly. Electric tingles danced over her skin along with a slow spread of warmth. She wriggled and her leg fell outward.
He grazed the nipple with his teeth. A sharp twinge shot through her. She gasped. A low laugh rumbled against her breast.
“Such beautiful red nipples.” His hot breath fanned over the sensitive, aching crest.
A dagger of sensation shot straight to her pussy. Keira closed her eyes. The walls of her channel clenched and warm, slick moisture seeped onto her thighs. His mouth closed over the darkened nipple. Hot liquid surrounded the flesh. Sparks lanced straight to her core.
He plucked at the hard tip of the neglected breast. She arched. The simmering fever rushed over her, drawing her deeper with every touch. So good. He rolled and tugged the needy peak between calloused fingers. A sharp thrill of need speared through her. She writhed beneath his touch.
“More. I want to feel more.” She licked her lips.
He lifted his mouth. She clutched at his head, trying to urge him back. This wasn’t the time to be playing.

He eased to the side, dropping kisses and nipping her soft flesh. Prickles raced over her skin. She clenched her hands and lifted. His lips fastened onto her other nipple. He licked and lapped at the red tip. She cupped the back of his neck. Her stomach tightened and an ache throbbed through her. Oh Lady, he’d settled in to feast.



Author Bio
Rebecca Airies has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery, horror and of course romance from sweet to extra spicy--the genre doesn’t matter as long as the stories capture her interest and take her on an adventure. She soon discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell their stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.
Rebecca lives in Abilene, Texas. She loves the outdoors, growing things, and working on crafts when she’s not lost in the worlds of her characters.

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Friday, January 26, 2018

Hunted: A Reverse Harem Fairy Tale Retelling (Haven Realm Book 1) by #MilaYoung #Fantasy #PNR






Little Red Riding Hood. Three Big Bad Wolves. A Poisonous Scheme.

Scarlet, a healer, lives nestled in the forest surrounded by humans on one side and wolves on the other. But when a rogue wolf attacks her, she's rescued by another pack and taken deep into their den to perform her healing magic on an injured Alpha.

The wolves in the forest are under threat from a mysterious affliction, and Scarlet is the only hope they have left. Faced with a mixed pack of threatened shifters, Scarlet must use her wits and magic to survive and unravel the strange affliction now affecting the wolves... All while trying to navigate an overpowering attraction to not just one, but three of the Alphas.

Witches, wolves, magic and love intertwine in an exciting mystery that finds its own, unique, 'Happily Ever After.'

Note: Each book in the Haven Realm series is a standalone book.


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About Mila

Mila Young tackles everything with the zeal and bravado of the fairytale heroes she grew up reading about. She slays monsters, real and imaginary, like there's no tomorrow. By day she rocks a keyboard as a marketing extraordinaire. At night she battles with her might pen-sword, creating fairytale retellings, and sexy ever after tales. In her spare time, she loves pretending she's a mighty warrior, walks on the beach with her dogs, cuddling up with her cats, and devouring every fantasy tale she can get her pinkies on. Visit her on Amazon today.



Friday, January 19, 2018

Special #Pre-order for a limited time only - SEDUCTION IN A SUIT - #99CENTS #officeromance




Seduction in a Suit
An Office Romance Collection


Say goodbye to a typical day at the office and get ready for a whole new kind of workplace hazard.

With a trove of sultry stories and tantalizing tales, this anthology is not safe for work--and that’s finally a good thing!

Whether it starts as a harmless flirtation or a lifelong love affair, these stories explore the complicated world of love and lust in the workplace. Find out what happens when people stop working for the weekend and turn their 9-to-5’s into a full-time liaison.

From flirty conference calls to sizzling office romances, the spectrum of playful professional fantasies is waiting to be enjoyed.

This scorching anthology of twenty-one contemporary romances from today’s New York Times, USA Today, and International bestselling authors is perfect for adding a little cheek to your work week.


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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

#99cents Love Cuffs by Ashlyn Chase & Dalton Diaz Only #romanticcomedy @goddessash @DaltonDiaz



Love Cuffs

by

Ashlyn Chase & Dalton Diaz

At thirty-eight, Faith Daniels is a New Jersey cop with superhuman hearing, a controlling mother, and she’s about to marry any sane woman’s last choice of a groom. Right before she walks down the aisle, she hears distant screams. Figuring someone should be rescued, she bolts from her mother’s vision of a royal wedding. But when she busts down the door of a BDSM club, who’ll wind up in handcuffs?

Dorian Markoff is intent on using a hypnotist to wipe the beautiful cop’s mind of his—and his club’s—existence. But the hypnotist is in Vegas so a mad romp ensues, involving lots of hot vanilla-ish sex that turns his BDSM lifestyle upside down.

Neither guesses what an adventure it will be to find the hypnotist, avoid one unintentionally snubbed Dominatrix, and explain it all to Faith’s mother. All while falling in love.


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#blogtour GODDESS of the WILD THING by Paul DeBlassie III @pdeblassieiii

Let nature and the elements be your guide as we introduce you to Goddess Of The Wild Thing! 

 
 
 
Paul De Blassie III
Goddess of the Wild Thing is a dramatic tale of one woman’s spiritual journey where magical happenings, unexpected turns of fate, and unseen forces influence her ability to love and be loved. Eve Sanchez, a middle-aged woman and scholar of esoteric studies, encounters a seductive but frightening man who introduces her to a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted affection threaten love and life. In the mystic realms of Aztlan del Sur, Eve and three friends struggle with whether bad love is better than no love and discover that love is a wild thing.



Paul De Blassie III
 
 
 
 
Paul De Blassie III
Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people. Memberships include the Author’s Guild, the Depth Psychology Alliance, the International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy, and the International Association for Jungian Studies. 


His other award winning book: 
Paul De Blassie III
A young curandera, a medicine woman, intent on uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle against an evil Archbishop. Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, "The Unholy" is a novel of destiny as healer and slayer. Native lore of dreams and visions, shape changing, and natural magic work to spin a neo-gothic web in which sadness and mystery lure the unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery and decision.



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Books On Fire Tours:  This was a difficult read. Not because it was a bad story. On the contrary. It was mind blowing! It was difficult because it messed with one's mind in the most clever and effective way, which only a Pscychologist can do. So what is it about? 
Eve and her friends use yoga and other spiritual means to help them navigate life when it gets tricky, and the often elusive thing called love. Debating whether or not bad love is better than no love at all, they go through life's ups and downs together. Yet when Eve meets a man called Sam, who has potential, evil lurks and causes havoc in her life. An epic battle between good versus evil ensues between her and Sweet Mary, and in the process she finds her true self. BUT, there is so much more and as a reader you can only wonder what is real and not real.
Many people will complain about the lack of dialogue on this novel, but it is rich in back stories and information vital to the development of the plot. This book is not only filled with mystical and magical, but paranormal, metaphysical and occult elements. Essentially a great read for horror/ thriller fans, those who like a little romance will also enjoy this read.  Because it catered to all my needs as a reader, I give this book 5 stars. 

"Paul DeBlassie III has an extraordinary ability to pull the reader into his mythical world, and the special effect depictions drawn within my mind while reading *Goddess of the Wild Thing *could easily match up with some of the most gruesome of horror stories on film. He transports you through an amazing spiritual journey exploring the power of fate and love. Packed with action, suspense and even romance, Dr. DeBlassie has written a truly brilliant and riveting supernatural story!” ~ Tamara Ferguson, international, multi-award-winning author"

"Paul DeBlassie III has a wicked gift in writing psychological thrillers, and he does it in a way I have never experienced before. In *Goddess of the Wild Thing*, he gave me a glimpse into his reflections, inviting me to draw closer to the dark side. His writing is rich with supernatural symbolism and, when all is resolved, deeply empowering.” ~ Uvi Poznansky, artist and award-winning author

“*Goddess of the Wild Thing* by Paul DeBlassie III brilliantly couples his in-depth knowledge of the human mind and behavior with his love of lore, imaginatively knitting a deeply psychological and esoteric story that will keep you turning the page. I could picture clearly the fantastical sense of place . . . a must-read magical tale.” ~ Luna Saint Claire, author of *The Sleeping Serpent*

"Dr. DeBlassie, author of the multiple-award-winning *The Unholy*, produced another novel with depth, action, and spirit in *Goddess of the Wild Thing*. For centuries we’ve struggled with whether bad love is better than no love. In this paranormal thriller, a fierce woman tackles the question with determination and fire.” ~ Rayna Noire, author of the *Pagan Eyes Series*


 




The stone altar was used by Eve and company to conjure natural energies of earth, air, fire, and water. TonatzĂ© symbolized feminine strength and ancient powers. Around the altar, the four women entered mystic states with intuitive inspirations and visions. The four mestizas frequently gathered at midnight, when the full moon shone most lustrously. They held hands, sipped their whiskeys, and inhaled magic herb. Soon the image of the Goddess flickered in rhythm with their soft singing under the light of the high-desert moon.  Chant and trance conjured natural magic. They yielded to relaxation, reverie, and trust in one another and the natural world.

Descending into a meditative state, they were whisked from one world to the next. On slips of paper, they quietly wrote their worries, dilemmas, trials, and tribulations.

Seeking answers and relief, they placed the folded papers in a granite bowl before the altar. They lit a match. Paper burned.  Silence wrapped its arms around the four. Gentle breezes stirred. Hoots of distant and nearby owls carried through the nighttime atmosphere. Flames from the granite bowl rose three feet and abruptly expired, devoured by darkness.

The ritual of fire fortified the coven, foul happenstance and unexpected hazard averted, all save one kind.  Man trouble waited for Eve like a demonic jack-in-the-box, head bobbing and grinning. Muscles up and down her back tightened. It was this that caused her to flee into denial, the thought of time wasted, mind and body pained. The desire to talk, confide in her friends about misgivings about Sam, the last worst guy ever, fled like alley cats into a lonely night. Denial made everything go away—and stay gone—better than a couple of vodkas on the rocks on a chilly evening.  

A white cab edged out of the alleyway bordering the cantina. It pulled stealthily alongside Eve. She bent down and looked through the smudged passenger window. She wanted to make sure she knew the cabbie. Past midnight was no time to be in a trusting mood.   

Paul De Blassie III


***

 At three a.m., the proverbial witching hour of Aztlan, Sweet Mary left her apartment for the gathering of Las Brujas Malas, deep in the crumbling limestone edifice of vicious spirits. The condemned downtown limestone church, once a prosperous enclave of the Ecclesia Dei, had long been  abandoned. It sat adjacent to Sweet Mary’s bedroom, badly stained by gray and black soot.    

Putrid odors of the cursed underworld that lay beneath its unhallowed edifice, curled through the atmosphere surroundingthe decaying structure. 

Sweet Mary wound her way past the fenced and barbed wired blockade that deterred homeless souls and nighttime vandals. Her lithe frame smoothly squeezed between the slightly ajar, chained doors. She walked over the toppled wooden pews and stone statues littering the concrete flooring from the back of the church to its altar.

The religious artifacts had been defaced by those news media referred to as sledgehammer-wielding lunatics claiming clerical abuse as children.

She quipped to herself, Religion mocks, uses, and abuses. Nothing new under the black sun.

She opened a narrow side door that led to a rusted iron spiral staircase. Into the haunted and torch-lined basement that stretched thirty feet beneath the surface, she stepped. At the final stair, she touched bare earth.

Torches were lit along a cave of mirrors, shards embedded in the walls,  shattered remnants taken from the homes of victims who had defamed Las Brujas.

Anyone who dared speak ill of the brujas ended the day tormented, injured, or maimed. Crises happened. One second they were safe, the next mowed down by an out-of-control car, or mugged and cut, or worse, lured in by a soft and sexy vixen loaded with a nasty biological curse. Mirrors confiscated from homes during nighttime raids reflected the victim’s horrified face when doom struck. Sweet Mary hurried past the legions of rats scampering away from her every step into the cracks and crevices of the century-old limestone structure. 

An unavoidable eyesore at the heart of one the most decayed areas of the often sinister downtown Aztlan del Sur. It was a meeting . In this haunted zone, Sweet Mary presided over the witches of black magic. They knew how to spot love, taint love, kill love. It’s what bad mothers did. It’s what Las Brujas did. It’s what Sweet Mary did—because what had been received must be given.

No one knew where they gathered. Evil demanded hiddenness. Street-smart folk and fear-ridden church folk knew them as Las Brujas Malas, the foulest of witches, not to be crossed. Even those who suspected the whereabouts of their lair dared not cross the street to look at the unholy building, now a crumbling religious edifice.

The witches met at the mouth of a deserted tunnel, which in former years led to the secret chapel of the reigning archbishop, who there entertained a bevy of female devotees. Las Brujas, the four desert urban witches, walked down the twenty-foot descent. Hard-pack dirt sloped gently into the entrance of the unhallowed region of the chapel that had become the accursed cave of Las Brujas.

They moved forward, into the mouth of the cave.

Paul De Blassie III

*** 

But here Eve was, paralyzed. Waves of gurgling and quicksand were no metaphor. Agitation could turn bad to worse. Eve clutched harder for a stable mind. It was a torment, nearly impossible not to panic. She gritted her teeth, tightened her mental hold. Gently, millimeter by millimeter, she managed to raise her right hand. Mud offered no resistance. She raised her right forearm out of the hungry maw of dirt and grit. She grabbed hold of a desert oak’s dropping branch. It held firm. Five fingers clutched like a vise. She lifted her left arm and hand. Inch by inch, she loosened her torso from the deadly mud. Low-lying olive tree branches gave steadier purchase.  Relief. 

Memories of circling sparrows, an ancient warding against fated demise, provided a moment’s comfort. She pulled upward. Branches did not snap or break. They were supple. Evenly, she pulled with breath after concentrated breath. She gazed toward the sky. There were no sparrows overhead. The silence felt unnerving. 

The sky shifted, turquoise bright turned to leaden gray. The desert olive branch snapped. Eve screamed and dropped. She sank to her shoulders. Quicksand lapped up past her chin, grains of sand forming crusts along her lips. 

Clenching her teeth, she was grateful her mind hadn’t snapped along with the branch. Wits kept panic at bay. 

Dying wasn’t a concern, survival was. It was the getting there that mattered—how it happened, how she did it. She detested the thought of dying by a witch’s curse, slipping into an underworld of final breaths and mud-loaded lungs. If she went down into the belly of the abyss and the mouth of a soul-famished witch, she’d do it on her terms. Middle finger out.


Paul De Blassie III


 
 
 
Book trailer with the Author's choice of music to listen to his book.
 

Monday, January 8, 2018

Snowflakes and Christmas Kisses ~ 7 authors, 7 stories #Contemporary #romance #romanticsuspense @dani_haviland #99cents

Snowflakes and Christmas Kisses  

A Yuletide Mix of Romance


Do you love cuddle-up romances with “Happy Ever After” endings… ones that brighten your days and delight your romantic soul? If you do - romp through the Christmas season with fascinating tales brought to you by SEVEN award-winning, NY Times and USA Today bestselling authors. We’ve blended suspense tales with contemporary themes and added a mystery to make this collection the best choice this Christmas.


Mimi Barbour ~ Special Agent Finnegan 
If love for his father makes a man weak
 - what happens when he finds his woman?

Mona Risk ~ Husband for a Week  
A husband for a week or a love forever?

Dani Haviland ~ A Stingray Christmas 
Love had nothing to do with it – at first.

Traci Hall ~ Holiday by the Sea 
The last thing Teagan needs is a music teacher tempting 
her to stay beyond the holiday.

Suzanne Jenkins ~ Christmas in Greektown
Matters of the heart take a backseat to a 
murder investigation on Belle Isle. 

Nancy Radke ~ A Tennessee Christmas  
A baby reunites a family.

Joan Reeves ~ Just One Look
Their sexy comedy of errors courtship generates 
enough heat to melt a Dallas ice storm!


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