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Release Day – And So She Waited by Shakuita Johnson

Well it’s ALIVE!!! Release day is here. I couldn’t wait any longer…

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**Mature audiences only 18+…contains darker elements and no HEAs**

***Severe psychological issues presented but not addressed or acknowledged***

This is not a story about love, but a story about how love can consume you. Heart, body, and soul. A story of loving someone so much that the love you feel harms you.

Have you ever loved someone so much, that before you realized it, they owed half of your soul?

Raven Sinclair’s first love had always been ballet until she met Remy Peters. She fell hard and she fell fast and never looked back. He was everything she always believed she wanted but he had other plans.

Remy Peters didn’t believe in love and he wasn’t looking for it. He just wanted to have a good time in between classes and swim team. He’s been seeing Raven for over a year and a half and he’s not sure how it’s lasted this long. It’s not like he’s made any commitments but when he stumbles on the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, he knows it’s time to let Raven go.

Matthew Masterson has loved Raven since he first saw her in ballet class when they were five. They have been best friends ever since and he’s not content to stay there. He sees Remy for who he really is and wastes no time in telling Raven every chance he gets but is Raven his happy ever after or does fate have other plans?

Love, lies, and obsession…three lives bound by twisted desires for what they can’t have.

Excerpt

Raven

His hands moved up her thighs slowly—too slowly. It was torture. She needed him to touch the place between her legs and stroke her until she was consumed with fire. She wanted him to…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Raven Sinclair shot up from her bed with a yelp. Holy shit. The dream was back. The same one she had been having for months. She never saw the man’s face, and the dream always ended with his hands sliding up her thighs. Quite frankly, she was sick of the bullshit. She looked over at her alarm clock. It was only four forty-five in the morning. Damnit, she didn’t have to be at her first class until eight. She usually didn’t get up until six, but for some reason her alarm had gone off early. Hopefully she could get another hour of sleep, but she doubted it—stupid fucking dreams. She didn’t know why she was even having them. She had a boyfriend; well, he wasn’t her boyfriend per se, but they spent a lot of time together. Okay, that wasn’t true either; he called when he had the chance. But they loved each other. Well, she loved him, at least. He said he needed time. They had been talking for a year and a half and she was head over heels in love. She would wait forever if she had to. He was worth it. Her friends said she was stupid but screw them. She was in love.

Remy Peters was the one for her. She just knew it in her heart. Ever since she watched him the first day of college in her Freshman Seminar class. He had dirty blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, and the cutest dimples she’d ever seen. He was six feet even and had a lean swimmer’s body. Raven was actually at the Lyrical Muse School Of The Arts on a full scholarship for swimming and ballet, and she would time her workouts to his. She loved to watch him in the water. It was like he was made for it—he exuded confidence, but in a playful, carefree way when he swam. She remembered the first swim meet she had seen him in. He swam like a fish. It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. He won, of course, and afterward he walked right up to her and asked her out. She was so startled that she squealed and ran out without even looking back. The next day he came and sat right next to her in class. He leaned over and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Then he told her he would pick her up at eight and that she should wear something comfortable. He bared his teeth in a sexy little smile and that was the first time she had ever seen his dimples. She probably fell in love with him right then.

Raven lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she wasn’t going to get back to sleep, so no point in trying. She would just use this time to daydream about Remy. She really needed to have a talk with him about their relationship. She wanted to know how he felt about her. Anytime she brought it up he would say things like, “You know how I feel,” or “Isn’t just being together enough?” She would just nod her head and let it go, not waiting to start a fight. This time she would insist that he talk to her. When she allowed herself to think about what she really knew about him, there wasn’t much. He didn’t share a lot of personal information with her and what he did share was stuff anyone would know. She hadn’t met any of his friends and they only spent time together at night. He told her to be patient and that he just enjoyed having her to himself. When he said things like that to her she would forget what she wanted to say to him. It was becoming a vicious cycle. One she needed to get a handle on.

Raven didn’t know when or how he had lodged himself so deeply in her heart, but he was there nonetheless. She didn’t think she would ever want to be without him, nor did she know if she could love anyone else as much as she loved him. In any case, she needed to stop thinking about this.

Raven turned off her alarm and got up to start her day. She stripped out of her black lace and matching panties and jumped into the shower. The hot spray soaked her body, her bare skin glistening amid the steam and heat. Just the way she liked it. She let the hot water massage her tense muscles and soothe away her worries and doubts. She indulged herself for a bit, using these moments to escape her own thoughts, then shampooed her hair and soaped up. Once out of the shower, she air-dried because she hated the lint from the towels clinging to her body.

Raven looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Staring back at her was a tiny girl standing at four-feet-ten inches. Her greenish blue eyes stood out against her jet-black hair. Her hair was the reason her mother had named her Raven. It came down the middle of her back and was bone straight. She had layers cut into it to give it a bit of life, and considered running streaks through it to make it look more buoyant, lively. She hated her damn hair. A heart shaped face with high cheekbones and evenly spaced eyes made her look like a child instead of almost twenty. She guessed she would be grateful later when she was forty, but for now it was a pain in the ass. Her Native American Heritage was evident in her skin complexion. It was the only thing about her appearance she didn’t hate. After a final glance in the mirror, she walked over to her ridiculously huge closet. It was jam-packed with the latest styles and it still took her entirely too long to look for things to wear on any given occasion. Today was no different.

Raven shot off a text to Remy to say good morning, as usual.

Morning babe. Have a great day! XOXO Miss you…

She continued to rummage through her closet for something decent to wear. Damn, she needed to go shopping. She settled for a black Supernatural shirt and black crop leggings. After dressing, she combed out her hair and placed it in a high bun on the top of her head, then slipped on her red flats and grabbed her pack and purse.

Her watch assured her that she was still ahead of schedule. As she made her way downstairs from her apartment, she checked her phone. He hadn’t texted back yet.

Raven quickly shot off another text.

Hey babe…you awake yet?

She placed her phone in her bag and walked the three blocks to the bus stop. It was quicker than trying to drive her two-door convertible to the university. Besides, it wasn’t too cold out yet, even though it was January. The snow hadn’t even fallen, which was odd for Boston.

Awesome, the bus wasn’t there yet. God, she hated waiting. Ten minutes passed before she climbed aboard and took a seat. She pulled out her phone to check her messages again, still nothing. Why did he always take so long to text back? Sometimes, he didn’t even text back at all.

After a long sigh, Raven decided to dial his number.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Yo, you’ve reached Remy. Leave me a message and I might call you back. Holla.”

Beep.

“Remy,” Raven breathed, “I’ve texted you like twice. Where are you? Text me or call me back. Bye.”

Gah! She felt like a fucking idiot. They had hardly hung out together over the weekend, and now she wouldn’t be able to see him at all this week due to their different class schedules. She majored in Dance, and he was in Music, so they didn’t have any classes together anymore. It was just by luck that they had the same freshman seminar and psychology class last school year.

Ding.

Her phone chimed.

“Fucking finally,” she murmured.

She checked the message and was immediately disappointed. It wasn’t Remy. It was her best friend, Matthew Masterson, Matt for short, or Matty if she wanted to annoy him.

Yo son, you almost here? I have shit to discuss about your boy.

Remy…he wanted to talk about things he had heard again. She wasn’t interested in rumors.

Keep the gossip to yourself, Matt. I don’t have time for it.

Just as quickly as she put her phone down, she received a reply.

Not a damn rumor. I saw him last night.

Raven just stared at her phone. She didn’t dare text back. She couldn’t. She was afraid of what he might have seen. She decided she would just not respond.

Don’t fucking ignore me, Raven. We will talk after class this morning. He’s an asshole and you can do so much better.

Shit! She wasn’t on board with this. She didn’t want to talk. She wanted to remain blissfully ignorant. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Damnit Remy, why haven’t you texted me back?”

She would have to find him at school today and figure out what was going on. Preferably before Matt cornered her for a little chat. He was a relentless son of a bitch, and he didn’t like Remy at all. He made sure to tell her every chance he got, repeatedly. Raven wondered why she stayed friends with him at this point. He just wouldn’t let it go. Once the bus hissed to a stop, she hurried down the steps and mentally prepared herself for what she knew was going to be a shit day. Fuck Mondays!

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Blog Tour + Review – Trail of Dead by Cristy Rey

The Pastophori of Iset has set a trap for the Incarnate…only she doesn’t know it.

 

 

Trail of Dead (Incarnate #2)

Cristy Rey

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The Pastophori of Iset has set a trap for the Incarnate…only she doesn’t know it.

Burned out from being on the road again, a directionless Sunday finds herself inexplicably drawn to Salt Lake City. There she finds herself in a curious state. For the first time in her life, Sunday feels normal. She can walk around free of anxiety that she will be set-off by her inhuman sensitivity. She can be intimate without overheating. Are the days of the Incarnate finally behind her?

Cyrus has not handled losing Sunday well. For eight months, the werewolf has been a shadow of himself. His pack is concerned and his closest friend, Marcus, believes that Cyrus is in danger of being lost to his humanity. When their Alpha confesses that the Pastophori of Iset has set a trap for Sunday, Cyrus goes into full-gear trying to get her out of it…but he has to find her first.

 

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5-red-stars

I put off reading this for as long as I could because I knew once I did it would be over too fast…and I was right!Last night I jumped in with both feet and hit the door running. This was everything I’d hoped for plus a bit more. We were introduced to a few new characters and were taken on a ride to crazy town. Sunday is feeling better than she’s ever felt before but it’s more than that. She’s walked head first into a trap and will she realize it in time or will things happen that she has no control over.

Cyrus is going crazy without Sunday and his wolf is on edge. Marcus (LOVE HIM) is beside himself with worry and willing to do anything to help Cyrus back from the brink of insanity.

So much was going on in this book and a few questions where answered but a few more remain. I’m so ready for Wolf Parade it’s not even funny…

Once again I NEED MORE MARCUS!!!!!!!

Also the bond is cute that Angel has with new character Dani I’m curious of how it plays out.

 

Excerpt #1

With a sharp nod to Cyrus, Stephen took a step back and again made his way to his seat. Cyrus claimed the seat Marcus vacated, muscles taut and ready to spring into action. It took everything to abate the firestorm that brewed in him. The loss of Sunday, a threat to Marcus, and the rising wolf that threatened to take over if Cyrus didn’t get himself in check.

“I think Marcus appreciates the situation.”

“Do you, Marcus?” Stephen asked. The younger wolf now stood with his hands in his pockets and his head lowered, refusing to direct his gaze to his leader.

“I do, Stephen, but, respectfully, I think it doesn’t matter.”

“What makes you think you can find her and, even if you did, the Incarnate would go with you willingly?”

“She came with us willingly before.”

“But she didn’t come with you willingly the last time, and correct me if I’m remembering things wrong, but you statedthat time she put you on your ass and turned the lights out on you for an entire day to prove just how unwilling she was to be recaptured.” Stephen leaned up on his elbows and shifted forward in his chair. “You think you cannot only find her this time, but get her to agree to going with you? Because, Cyrus, I want to be clear on this. She’s going to have to come with you for this to work.”

Cyrus nodded, and Stephen asked Marcus the same question.

“I don’t think it’s going to be that easy,” Marcus admitted. “But I think it’s worth attempting. At the very least, it gives Cyrus another shot with her, and I’m not sure he’ll stay with us long unless he gets at least that.”

The situation was clear. He’d been volatile since she’d absconded and left him behind, and only by confronting her could the situation be resolved. Cyrus wouldn’t be the first werewolf to leave behind humanity and choose to live out his days in wolf form. Once he made that fateful decision, his humanity would be lost forever. He wouldn’t come back. No one did. He would live out his days in the wild and he would do so in misery, alone.

“Is that accurate?” Stephen asked. There was no mistaking to whom he directed the question.

“Yes,” Cyrus answered.

The word stewed in the room while the three men quietly considered what it meant. Cyrus’s admission was deeply felt, and Stephen sighed heavily and brought his hands to cover his face, shaking his head and mumbling unintelligibly into them.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“I want a meeting with the cult leaders,” Cyrus replied.

Dropping back against the chair, he tucked his chin, beard brushing over chest. All the possible consequences of this action played out in his mind. He might not have admitted it to Marcus, even after Marcus had made his intentions known, but he’d fantasized about the millions of ways he could find Sunday again. Finally, he was opening up about them with Stephen, possibly the only person who could enable their reality.

“The cult has ceased all contracts regarding the capture and retrieval of the Incarnate.”

“Why?” Marcus asked, now inching closer to the table where the two men sat.

“Like I said earlier, Cyrus is the best and everyone knows it. He was the most dedicated to the Incarnate’s case and he is the one with the most experience with her. Since the witch’s flock was all but exterminated when she destroyed the main house, information about her is in short supply.”

“What does the cult know about Sunday that we don’t?” Cyrus interjected.

“Good question,” Stephen admitted with a nod. “It is my understanding that the Pastophori has found another way of trapping her.”

Playlist

1.       If I Had a Tail, Queens of the Stone Age

2.      1000 Dreams, Dead Meadow

3.      S.O.F.T., Elastica

4.      I Need My Girl, The National

5.      Alone Again Or, Calexico

6.      Witching Stone, The Black Heart Procession

7.      No One Knows, Queens of the Stone Age

8.      Shit Luck, Modest Mouse

9.      A/B Machines, Sleigh Bells

10.   Will You Smile Again for Me?, …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead

11.    TKO, Le Tigre

12.   If the World Ends, Guillemots

13.   Blah Blah Blah, Say Hi to Your Mom

14.  The Last One Standing, Ladytron

Excerpt #2

Despite the dark sunglasses, Sunday squinted into the glare as she pulled off the highway, heading into the Salt Lake City limits.

Through the years, Sunday’s frequent stops along the map of the continental United States had been little more than happenstance. She’d drive aimlessly in any given direction and perchance spot a skyline along the way that she wanted to investigate further. If it suited her interests, she would stay on a little longer wherever it was she found herself. Generally, she’d remain for no more than a few months at a time. Until she stumbled into Columbia, where she thought, so stupidly, that she could retire from her endless journeying.

After a couple of days in a no-name Kansas town, getting to SLC became Sunday’s sole ambition. There had been no guiding light or neon sign goading her. For some reason or no reason at all, the notion popped into Sunday’s mind over a mediocre breakfast at a random roadside diner.

Reason or not, Sunday took some comfort in, for the first time in a long time, having a direction. As soon as the signs started reading this many miles to Salt Lake City, she started humming the mantra: There are so few miles left. I’ll get there soon. Her rest stops became less frequent, and excitement acted as her body’s own stimulant. No need for sleep; she would rest when she got there. Another roadside sign and the miles to Salt Lake were fewer than they’d been before, three digits knocked down to two.

There are so few miles left. I’ll get there soon.

Each time, the smile on her face grew larger. SLC was her future, and the closer she got, the further her past became until it was a hardly a flicker on her subconscious.

 

Meet the Cast

Cyrus & Sunday

Alex & Dani

Marcus & Angel

Taking Back Sunday (Incarnate #1)

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After five years on the run, Sunday has finally settled into a seemingly normal life in Columbia, South Carolina. What her two best friends don’t know is that Sunday has a secret past. She is the Incarnate, a conduit of mystical energy transcendent of the mundane and the divine. For most of her life, she served under Bernadette, the most powerful witch in the Northwest. Her power is terrifying, and what she remembers of her past—and what she doesn’t—haunts her. In the year that she’s been attempting to be anything but the Incarnate, Sunday has fought her abilities tooth and nail, but it’s been worth it. When Sunday joins her friends’ coven for an innocent gathering, Sunday discovers a darkness hidden beneath the blanket of the coven’s magic and she is determined to find out who is behind it and what she has planned.

For the last four years, Cyrus has been the point man on the contract to recapture the Incarnate and deliver her to the Pastophori of Iset. A gifted tracker and a fearless werewolf, he harbors a wild, inexplicable passion for the Incarnate that has driven him to hunt her. He was one of the original captors that brought her to Bernadette when his obsession with her began. Having found her, Cyrus and his pack find themselves torn between two objectives: take her by force and deliver her to yet another group of fanatics, or help her uncover the traitor among her coven.

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About this author

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. Taking Back Sunday, Trail of Dead, and the prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, were released in 2014. The third full-length installment, Wolf Parade, will be released in 2015. She also writes and publishes unconventional romantic women’s fiction. Her first standalone, Weeping Angels, is available now, and her second, Heart Grow Fonder, will be out in winter 2014/2015.

Cristy lives in Miami, FL where she is a reader and writer most of the time, and a knitter much less of the time than she was six months before she took up writing again. She writes the books that she likes to read. She describes her writing style as riot grrrl Jane Austen sprinkled with a little magic. There’s always a killer soundtrack running in the background of her novels – all you need to do is turn to the playlist to know what’s up.

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Cover Reveal – Anastasia by Heaven Lyanne Flores

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Anastasia
By Heaven Lyanne Flores

 

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Blurb:
My family isn’t human. We aren’t from the planet Earth. We come from a planet called Bolton. We moved to Earth when I was just a baby for reasons unknown to me. When Earth fell apart my father decided we should move back, leaving the only home I’ve ever known.

The people of Bolton have known of Earth for many years. We are the reason young humans have nightmares. We are the creatures of the supernatural. The things that live under your bed and go bump in the night.

We have always lived in harmony on Bolton, until a powerful sorcerer by the name of Daruka started terrorizing the planet. Now we all cower in fear, afraid of something more powerful than us. That was until I was born.

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          Nineteen year old Anastasia had only known of the nomadic life caused by the third world war on Earth. The possibility of a permanent home never crossed her mind. When her family moves to a new planet, a planet full of supernatural creatures, her life gets turned upside down.

Lost and afraid of something more powerful than herself, will Anastasia be able to save the only place she has ever called home?

 

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Blog Tour – Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel by Shakuita Johnson

Tomorrow starts the official week long blog tour for my third book Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel… 19 blogs have signed up but I figured I’d kick the tour off first 🙂

 

“A friendship forged out of necessity

A bond broken and turned into hatred

One once looked at as a brother

The other loved to much and too soon”


James Johnston and Kain O’Grady once had a bond like no other ever seen before. Not only were they brothers of the heart, they were also lovers.

Centuries they spent at each other’s side. Through good times and through bad, but never did their relationship suffer until one pregnancy and one prophecy changes their lives forever.

Betrayal is seen at every corner and madness close behind.

 

A Prequel

Dark Indiscretions #0.5

Shakuita Johnson

“A friendship forged out of necessity

A bond broken and turned into hatred

One once looked at as a brother

The other loved to much and too soon”

James Johnston and Kain O’Grady once had a bond like no other ever seen before. Not only were they brothers of the heart, they were also lovers.

Centuries they spent at each other’s side. Through good times and through bad, but never did their relationship suffer until one pregnancy and one prophecy changes their lives forever.

Betrayal is seen at every corner and madness close behind.

 

 

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Excerpt #1

James didn’t know what to say to comfort Kain so he just said nothing. He let his body talk for him. He turned his body around so he was facing Kain and looked into his honey-colored eyes and felt something he couldn’t explain. His eyes traveled down Kain’s face and settled on his lips. He remembered that kiss just before he died. He wanted to feel Kain’s lips on his again. He moved his hands to run up Kain’s chest.

“What are you doing?” came Kain’s breathy inquire.

“Shh,” was all James said in reply.

He brought his lips to Kain’s again and this time pressed more firmly. He hadn’t a clue what he was doing but whatever it was he needed more. He felt not only himself but Kain’s hardness. He moved himself to straddle Kain’s thighs and let out a groan when their penises came in contact with each other. He wrapped his arms around Kain’s neck and felt Kain’s arms around his waist, pulling him closer. Locking them together more firmly. He started to rock his hips slowly and heard Kain’s breath catch in his throat, followed by a small growl.

Their kisses were becoming sloppier and more hurried. James started to rock his hips a little faster. He didn’t know what either of them needed but he just knew he needed to go faster. Kain’s lips left his to suck on his neck. He could feel the scrap of his fangs and it only served to make him moan louder. Water was sloshing all about as their thrusts grew quicker and their breathing harsher. He could fill tingling all over his body and his claws begin to curl out from his fingers. Whatev

er they were doing felt wonderful and he never wanted it to stop. Kain kept nibbling and sucking on his neck and had even removed one of his arms to fist his hand in James’s hair. Suddenly Kain pulled James’s head back and struck. His fangs embedded deeply into his neck and before James knew what was happening a shout was escaping his throat as thick ropes of fluid left his body through his penis. Kain experienced the same sensation.

Kain took his fangs out of James’s neck and bared his own flesh. Seconds later he felt pleasure unlike anything else when James pulled blood from his neck. Whatever they had just done would have to be repeated as many times as they could. Next time he would make sure to stretch it out, though. He vaguely remembered James licking on his neck before sleep took him from not only the shock of James’s second death but the sensations his body had just experienced. He was fairly certain that James had fallen asleep as well. The only thought he had was that it was going to be freezing in the bath when they awoke.

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Excerpt #2

James looked up from the dirt piles he was playing with at the sound of someone shuffling up the valley. The midday sun was hot, blinding him with its light. Through the sunbeams, a small boy ambled to where James knelt in the dirt. He had never seen this boy before and James was wary. Mystics were the top of the food chain, and his father would kill him if he let someone get the better of him. It didn’t matter that he was only six or that the boy appeared smaller than him. It wouldn’t do to be taken by surprise by this stranger. He stood, baring his tiny fangs.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?” James growled, voice tinny but fierce. Even at six, he was a trained killer.

“My name is Kain. Our parents were talking down towards camp. They said you were here playing. I asked if I could come join you, so here I am.” Kain’s tiny hands curled to his side and his head cocked.

“Are you new here?” James asked, fangs still visible. He wasn’t ready to retract them just yet.

“Yes, we walked about two weeks time to get to this part of the hillside,” Kain said. “Would it be alright if I played with you?”

James eyed the strange boy suspiciously.

“Are you a Mystic, too?”

Kain smiled, his top lip pulling back to reveal his own set of small, pearly fangs.

“You don’t have a sister?” James asked.

“No. It’s just me.”

“Me too! Want to be bestest friends?” James withdrew his fangs at this unprecedented prospect.

“Yes!” Kain shouted while bouncing up and down, hands waving wildly.

“Good. We will be friends forever and ever.” James said with confidence.

To secure their blood bond forever, the two boys each nicked the tips of their forefingers with their fangs until blood bubbled at the slight wounds. When their bloody fingertips touched, an instant, unbreakable bond was sealed. They would be best friends forever, even as long as they both still lived and even passing into death. A bond between two Mystics could very well last forever. If nothing came between them, then James and Kain could be blood bound for an eternity.

 

 

Ten Fun Facts

1. I’m a Scorpio and I take it seriously.

2. I enjoy reading M/M pregnancy paranormal.

3. I still cry on One Tree Hill episodes even though I know what’s going to happen.

4. I wrote Dark Indiscretions for my best friend Gavin.

5. I’m very introverted.

6. I’m the oldest of 5 brothers.

7. I’m doubled jointed.

8. I’ve never taken a ballet, gymnastics, or any class like it before.

9. I took 3 years of Spanish and still can’t speak it or understand most of it.

10. I don’t like wearing shoes.

 

 

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About the Author

Shakuita Johnson is a 29-year-old Psychology major. When she isn’t going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. Starting with poetry. Then short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine Goosebumps books and TV shows, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. Visit her online and read her poems and one attempt at songwriting on her blog at http://www.dark-indiscretions.com. You can also find her at www.facebook.com/shakuitajohnson. Check out her website at www.authorshakuitajohnson.com.

 

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***UPDATES AND ANNOUNCEMENTS***

Hello everyone! I know I’ve rarely been on but with school and work I barely have time to sleep let alone post a lot but that should be changing in the next two weeks as I will only be going to school so that will give me more time to not only focus more on my homework but other things as well…

I am only about 10 chapters away from finishing And So She Waited’s first draft YAY! I hope to be able to giveaway some ARCs mid Oct or last week of Oct. around Halloween week

Once I finish And So She Waited I will be working on the next Dark Indiscretions book Seer Destined. I can’t wait to get back into my world. I will also be working on Callisto while writing Seer Destined but my focus will mostly be on Seer Destined hoping to have it out early 2015 as the story is getting deeper and I will need time to properly tie things together.

I have the last cover for the last book in the Dark Indiscretions Series done.

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I goal is to have the entire Dark Indiscretions Series done by Dec. 2015 so that means I may be silent a lot as I’m working on the series while also attending school.

My book signing is coming up Oct. 4th and if you are in the NE area and haven’t bought your ticket yet you can do so here:http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/763462
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Book Blast – Wounded by Shannon Mayer

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“My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker.”
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.

The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we’ve lost, my confidence cracks a little more.
Yet there is hope.
A child saved.
A life lost.
A prophecy fulfilled.

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EXCERPT FROM WOUNDED:
“You don’t think that all of the disasters that humanity has faced were all natural, do you? The bubonic
plague is a good example. It was blamed on a number of things. Rats, the Jewish people, punishment
from God. It all led to a cleansing of anything unusual. Mostly supernaturals, who were trying to blend in,
and in that process the humans wiped out many of their best defenders against the demon population,
which then went on to spread the plague across the world. But that is just one example.”
“What was the point though, wouldn’t the demons have wanted people to be alive so they could
possess them?” Liam asked.
Erik gave a ruthful smile. “Yes and no. The bubonic plague wasn’t so much about killing people off, as
it was infecting them. Making them weak and easier to possess. The plague compromised their immune
systems, allowing them to be taken over. Especially the young.”
Something about what Erik said sent a twang through my brain. I struggled to put the pieces together
that floated just out of reach. Damn it. Liam touched my arm. “What?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, blocking out any light. “Just let me think for a
minute.”
The feel of the night air and the sound of the fountain filled my ears as I looked at the pieces one by
one.
Demons escaped in London who bred fast.
Minor supernaturals were being possessed by lesser demons and evil spirits.
Packs of Orion’s demons were free to cause chaos.
The only thing we were missing was a plague and then Orion would have access to all the young
people he wanted. The urge to vomit swelled up through my stomach and burned the back of my throat.
“Children are normally hard to possess, aren’t they?” That was why it had taken a full pentagram
when the black coven was trying to have India possessed so many months ago. At least, that was what I
understood.
Bert bobbed his head. “Yes, it can be very difficult to possess a child. There is a natural protection
over the young when it comes to demons, something the elementals put into play.” He grimaced as he
said ‘elemental’ and again I wondered at these particular supernaturals that I’d only just been hearing
about. “But when the small humans are ill, that protection goes into keeping them alive, rather than
keeping them from being possessed.”
Feeling like a bully, but not really caring, I leaned in to Bert. “How did the bubonic plague really start?”
An interesting thing happened. Bert paled and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”
My eyebrows shot up and I glanced at Erik. “You want to make him talk, or do you want me to make
him talk?”
Erik shrugged. “Either way is fine. I haven’t interrogated a demon in years. I’ve missed it.”
Bert paled even more and his lower lip trembled. “I can’t tell you. I can’t. Tracker, Slayer both of you
have to trust me. Please.”
“Begging will get you nowhere, little demon.” Erik growled. He had a short, serrated knife in his hand
that he’d pulled from somewhere within his robes. It was curved, like a skinning knife, and if it hadn’t
been for the rough edges that’s what I would have called it.
“Track demons and evil spirits.” Bert blurted out as he fell to his knees. “Proof I am on your side. Track
them; you’ll see it isn’t me fooling you.”
Erik paused and looked over at me. “Up to you. Personally, I’d just as soon dice him up.”
“Fuck, why not, Tracking will take me two seconds.” I grumbled.
I send out a thread to Track demons as a whole, paired with a thread for evil spirits, just to satisfy—
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I swayed on my feet and went to one knee, the overwhelming wash of pings I got back seriously
making me re-think getting out of bed the day before.
We were surrounded by Orion’s minions.
Hundreds of them.


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ShannonMayer (2)Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.

She is the author of the The Rylee Adamson Novels, The Nevermore Trilogy, A Celtic Legacy series and several contemporary romances. Please visit her website at http://www.shannonmayer.com for more information on her novels.

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Blog Tour – Hidden Barriers by Sara Shirley

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SynopsisHidden Barriers is book two in the Barriers Series and is considered a stand-alone and doesn’t contain a cliffhanger. Some scenes do overlap with Frozen Barriers. It’s suggested to read Frozen Barriers first, simply to understand the characters history more.

Josh & Sam’s Story

Love has been hiding for too long. What happens when it reveals itself?

Josh Page, a Massachusetts State Trooper, wants nothing more than to put his first love behind him. His career is all he’s ever known for the last ten years. Seeing her is a constant reminder of what he could have had if he had not put his career first years ago.

Relationships and dating women have never been part of his lifestyle. He continues to have meaningless sex with women as an attempt to distance himself from his past. That is until he opens the door and a sassy roller derby girl stares back up at him.

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Samantha Daley’s past haunts her. After college, she spends years building a new life with new friends, roller derby, and a bustling business under her feet. Her past suddenly comes rushing back after just one phone call.

Afraid to love, she never imagines a life where one man can turn her world inside out and make her reevaluate what she wants in her future. Almost instantly, she’s attracted to the man in front of her. He pushes her trust to a new level and is willing to take a chance with her.

Will Sam be able to handle the reminders of her troubled past enough for her to be with Josh, or will it be Josh’s secrets that threaten to tear them apart in the end?

**For mature audiences. 18+. This book contains sexual and abusive situations, and strong language.**

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JOSH

The feeling of sleeping in your own bed is comforting in and of itself. When you fall asleep in the arms of a beautiful woman, that’s peace. The moment you wake up next to the woman who’s quickly taking your heart in her hands, comfort and peace cease to exist. This is absolute euphoria.

I’ve been lying here watching her sleep for a while now. The sun has been slowly creeping its way into the room through her windows, illuminating the glass chandelier over her bed. Rainbow prisms dance against her walls as I gently push aside a stray hair, so I can just watch her sleep.

I already knew I was quickly falling for her, but after last night, I knew she was it for me. Yeah, true, we’ve only known each other for a short time, but when you know, you know. There is still so much about her that’s a mystery, but I could spend the rest of my days willing to find out.

Lying here, facing her, I push that pesky stray hair from her face again and wonder how it was that any man, let alone her ex-boyfriend, could ever want to hurt her. The heinous things he did sickens me. What could have run through his head to want to take her life? She’s the most angelic creature, and I have to wonder what could have been.

Where would I be now if Stone actually succeeded in killing her that night? My body tenses immediately at the idea of her not being here with me. Even now, I don’t have any power to help keep that asshole behind bars, but I’m definitely going to find out everything I can about the fucker, and I will protect Sam the best I can. If that means giving my life for her, then I’ll do it. If I already took an oath to serve and protect strangers, I will gladly put my life on the line for her.

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SAM

I move away from Josh who continues to talk on his phone with my brother. I scuffle my heavy legs through the room over to the kitchen cabinet I need. Josh watches me with concern written all over his face, but I know there isn’t anything I can say to make him leave. If I thought not having space before this was bad, unless by some miracle they find Stone soon, there won’t be any way I can handle Josh’s overprotective nature for another week.

I pull open the cabinet and grab the bottle of Jack, foregoing the shot glass. I shut the cabinet door and twist the top off the squared bottle. As I bring the bottle to my mouth, the stinging smell hits me first before I tilt my head back and chug until I can’t take the burn anymore. I straighten my head, coughing as the burn wears off in my throat until I feel the warmth coat its way into my system. Only this isn’t what I need right now.

I stare at the bottle in my hand and start laughing hysterically before screaming at the top of my lungs. As I continue to scream and laugh, tears well in my eyes, but not before I catch sight of the girls rounding the corner to see what’s going on. Josh stands there, silently watching me mentally break down. Nick storms through the front door, most likely thinking the worst has happened, considering his hand is already on his holster ready to draw his gun. All of them think I’m losing my shit and quite possibly I am.

For three years I was safe and happy with my new life and friends. I had just found love and a future with a man who was willing to deal with all my bullshit, and in less than a few weeks, I’m back to where I was three years ago. Everything I worked so hard to overcome is disappearing in a flash.

 

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“Live your Dreams, Follow your Heart”

Emily Cameron is America’s newest figure skating star looking for her own personal identity. Her high profile life was never her dream, it was her parents.

Jeremy Page is a minor league hockey player who always imagined himself playing for the NHL.

A chance encounter has them crossing paths after several years apart. Which way will his heart lead him? Will Emily embrace his charm?

Just when things finally fall into place, an unexpected event occurs leaving Emily reevaluating everything in her life.

Can Emily escape from under her parent’s intrusive ways and take a chance on love? Will Jeremy be able to break down the barriers that have held her back for so long?

Book 1 of the Barriers Series. This story does not have a cliffhanger.

**Mature Subject matter. 18+ due to strong language and sexual situations**

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Her passion for books has been viewed as borderline obsessive. But, when all you have is time and a bottle of wine awaiting you as the sun sets off the veranda writing became second nature.

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Blog Tour – Shadow Cursed by N. L. Hoffmann

U.S. Marshal, Jacey Noble, has just taken a well-deserved vacation when one of her fugitives

ends up murdered. Detective Trent Vinolva is less than enthusiastic to take on a new partner, especially

the hot-blooded Jacey. When they encounter a werewolf at the scene, Jacey is thrust into a new world

of supernatural beings and high-stakes encounters with no one else to turn to but Trent.

Jacey discovers that she’s a Shadow, one of an order of powerful beings that are able to

manipulate darkness. Amidst the whirlwind of discovering her newly activated powers, Jacey must solve

the murder while battling sexual tension with Detective Vinolva. Things get interesting when the pair is

led to Jacey’s demon father and her flame throwing sister. Finding herself in a new world on the brink of

supernatural war, Jacey doesn’t know who to trust. She must rely on instinct to traverse the

unknown.

With the Supernatural Council and Trent, Jacey attempts to accomplish the impossible: evade

the Shadows who are on her tail and solve a murder. The only assurance in Shadow Cursed is

uncertainty. Jacey must journey down a trail of mystery, destruction, and romance.

Shadow Cursed

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Excerpt #1

My house looked the same as when I left it, but when I got up to the door, I could feel there was

a change in the atmosphere. The feeling was unexplainable, but I knew there was someone in the

house. My gun was in my harness, so I pulled it out. Slowly, I unlocked the door, kicking it open to startle

whoever was waiting inside. Nothing happened. I moved in, looking in all directions. Frowning when I

didn’t see anything, I pointed the gun over toward my sofa, where two people sat, looking comfortable.

One was a good-looking guy with sandy blond hair and green eyes that appeared to be amused with my

entrance.

“Hey! That’s my vacation popcorn, jerk!” I glared at him as he munched from the bowl I just had

the night before. Did he pick that shit up off the floor?

The guy grinned and slowly popped another piece in his mouth. “Never had it with chocolate

before. It’s not bad.”

Next to him was a woman that was clearly not amused with how we were interacting. She wore

her blond hair back in a high ponytail, her makeup done in a way that screamed dominatrix or psycho

bitch. She snatched the popcorn bowl away from the man and set it on the table. Her nails were long

and sharp, painted blood red. What stood out the most about her was that she was dressed in all black

leather. Not something I would do, but since she had a great body, the woman was able to pull it off.

With me, I’d be walking funny as I made noises from the leather.

“Put the gun down, Jacey.” She looked down at her nails like she was bored with me already.

Hello, I have a gun!

“I don’t follow orders.” I say, shrugging. Damn Trent for not following me home.

Men were such assholes sometimes. It was ridiculous!

Nodding, the guy put his feet up on my coffee table, his shit kickers not even close to clean.

“Hey, I bought that off a military guy who got it from Germany.” I went over and kicked his boots off.

“Respect my shit. You’re worse than a kid.”

The woman looked over at her partner. “Knock it off, you can flirt later.”

“This is flirting? Crap, I am totally doing it wrong. Breaking into homes and eating their food is a

much better idea!” I acted like I was impressed with the technique.

“My name is Luca Taborn. This bitch is my partner, Casey Banks, and we are here to bring you in

for violating the Shadow code.”

 

Excerpt #2

After rubbing my eyes, I focus in on a figure standing in the corner of the bedroom. It was Trent,

and his gaze on me seemed suspicious. He looks even better in the light! His tanned skin fit

perfectly with his eyes so blue that they seemed unnatural. They were practically electric and I found

that both beautiful and creepy at the same time. We could get passed that. After we get married, they

will become normal to me. Then there was his bad boy, rock star haircut, which pointed out in several

directions to finally swoop out a little in the front. His hair was dark like I thought it was, almost like a

dark brown, but closer to black. He looked every bit of the bad boy that I thought him to be. The man

always seemed to have an intense look about him, and the shadowy beard he now sported only

enhanced it.

Smiling what I considered my sexy smile, I said, “So did we um-“ I did the hand motions of what

kids learned in school meant humping.

His eyes widened, either in shock or disgust.

I frowned. “What? Am I the ugly coyote?”

Trent shook his head, wiping a hand over his face that was clearly showing signs of stubble. My

head tilted to the side as I heard his hand move over the scruff. It made my stomach flip, in a good way.

“We did not have sex.” He grumbled.

Throwing my hands up in the air, I glared. “Seriously? You can’t do this when we get married. I

have to get laid at least twice a day. Sometimes more. We can use the breastfeeding room at my

office.”

“We aren’t going to get married.”  He made a face. “And the breastfeeding room? That is

just wrong.”

Winking, I smiled. “It’s just a room. It has a cot. It will work.”

 

Excerpt #3 

Shrugging, I eyed him as he continued to circle me. Was he the tiger and I, his prey?

“I am also a Shadow, your enemy.”

“There is that.” He stopped in front of me, a hand coming up to touch my face. I let him. I should

have flipped out and tried to bite his hand or something, but I wanted to be touched. By someone.

Anyone. “I can tell you are different, though.”

The way he said it made me feel like someone actually believed in me.  No one in my life

ever took me seriously, yet here was this beautiful man standing in front of me, saying all the right

things. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and reminded me of one of those summer days without a cloud in

the sky. “How do you know?”

Evander leaned forward, his lips brushing over mine. My whole body shivered, causing my knees

to go weak. He put an arm around my waist. “I can tell because the power I feel rolling off of you is

unlike anything I have felt before. There have been stories about a beautiful woman who would lead the

hunters-”

That could be anyone,” I whisper, his lips hardly an inch away.

“No, I am pretty sure that you are the one.” Finally, his lips connect with mine, his arms

wrapping me against him. I respond instantly to him, my desire building. All I wanted to do was rip his

clothes off. It was like prom night all over again, when I tried to make Daniel Hawkins lose his virginity to

me. I know that usually happens the other way around with the guy trying to get the girl to put out. But

hey, girls have needs, too.

My mind went blank when his fingers lightly grazed the small of my back, making heat rise in me

so fast I was having a hard time standing up. He felt me responding, so he went for my shirt. I helped

him, letting it drop to the floor. As his eyes traveled my body, I didn’t feel as insecure as I usually did. I

actually felt beautiful to him. Powerful in my own way. Then his eyes landed on my tattoos. He used a

gentle finger to touch them, going around to my back. He kissed my neck. “My Queen. You have the

markings.”

I was too into the feeling of him touching me to respond intelligently. He came back around and

kissed my neck on the opposite side, then lowered to my collar bone. “Have dinner with me.” He said.

I laughed, breathlessly. “Didn’t we just do that?”

Evander flashed me another smile. “Not properly. I want to show you that I am more than a

man who wants sex.” He took a deep breath as if trying to control himself, his hands rubbing up my

sides. “It will be hard, but I will stop myself, for now.”

Smiling back at him, I touch the skin on his stomach by putting my hands under his shirt. “As

long as we can come back to your place afterwards.”

 

Ten Fun Facts about N.L. Hoffmann

1.       Love nail polish… I have over 100 right now

2.       I am random. I will talk about one thing but

suddenly bring up another

3.       I enjoy pranking people

4.       I love my car and treat it like my other child

5.       My kids have inherited my creepiness

6.       I am a quiet person

7.       I draw tattoos, several of them have been put on

bodies including the one that covers my husband’s entire back.

8.       I wish I was ninja

9.       I like to travel

10.   Is an Army brat

 

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About the Author

N.L Hoffmann is a new paranormal romance author who is currently working on a series called

The Daughters of Darkness. Her first book, Blood Slaves, released in January 2014 and just recently on

August 1, 2014 she released book two of the series, Shadow Cursed.

Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native mother and her American soldier father.

The family moved home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm town in Michigan with

her parents and two younger brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began writing and

developed her love for literature.

Today, Hoffmann resides in a small town in Missouri with her husband and three children. When

Hoffmann isn’t busy putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing, playing loving pranks on

her husband (such as, painting his toenails hot pink while he sleeping), and spending time with her

family.

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