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Venefica Publishing Presents – Stephanie Kelley featured in SMUT

Stephanie Kelley

I’m a newbie to the world of published fiction.  I’ve always written, it’s just who I am. My two short stories featured in Smut are my first ever published works.

In high school, I filled my schedule with as many creative writing courses as I could fit into my schedule.  If I didn’t have a few pages for my friends to read on the bus home, I wouldn’t hear the end of it until one of us got off the bus. Those short scribbled stories for my friends often ended up as part of our annual high school literary magazine.

I went to college for Journalism. I had a radio show for three years, worked behind the scenes on our college television news program, and was the photographer and copy editor for the college paper. Whatever my class schedule, I always managed to sneak at least one creative writing class. I had a few instructors that I butted heads with creatively, and it always made for interesting classes

I’ve kept up writing through the years, but nothing was ever finished. I decided last year after some prompting from a dear friend, who is an amazing best selling author in her own right,  that I needed to buckle down,  finish something and put my own stories out there.  I realized I was hiding. I’d been hiding for years behind fear of failure. And I was tired of hiding behind fear. I grabbed onto the quote from Erin Hanson “Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?” and did my best to fly. I told myself, I’d have something out by the end of 2016. Now I have two short stories in Smut, and a full length novel that is currently on track to be released in January 2017. It’s been a journey this last year, and I have a lot of amazing people standing behind me that have been a great support system.

As far as my stories featured in Smut, they were both fun little pieces for me to write. By the Moon came about when I was scrolling through Pinterest while looking for inspiration for a painting that I never ended up doing. I came across a silhouetted graphic for Beltaine, also known as May Day, of a couple. The girl had a crown of flowers while the guy had antlers like Pan. I kept coming back to that graphic, I wanted to know their story.

Red is my take on the Red Riding Hood tale. This story actually came about because I was having a lousy day and was venting to my best friend from childhood. Somewhere in my rant that day I made a comment about Red Riding Hood. My bestie stops me and says, “That’s it. That’s the story you need to do. You said it, you can’t back out of it.”

I don’t know what she saw in me that I didn’t that day, but when you’ve been friends with someone for over 30 years, it’s best to listen to them. And I’m glad I did. I’m quite proud of this little short, and looking forward to what else is in store for Poppy and Harkin.  Keep an eye out on my Facebook page for updates on my projects.

My first full length novel, Steal the Sun, I am looking to release mid to late January of 2017. This is the first book in this series.

Steal the Sun is a supernatural story set in Alaska at the end of gold mining season. Something has caused towns folks and miners to go missing, but the disappearances are not what the Sesi family is used too and their gold mine could be next. The Sesi family has kept the supernatural population in lower Alaska in check since before the Alaskan gold rush, but like any family, they have their secrets from each other too. Secrets that could put them in harm’s way or tear them apart.

If you’d like to read something that’s not your typical garden variety shape shifter with a flirty merman thrown in, follow my Facebook page for updates regarding the upcoming release.

 

It was just supposed to be one night last summer, just a fling with him at his welcome home party. Just one hot, delicious, drunken romp in his truck was all we agreed on. Except we couldn’t keep our hands off each other and it turned into all night.

Rome was the guy all the local girls wanted; good family name, easy on the eyes,  skilled with his hands.  And I didn’t need linked to him.  I didn’t want to be in the shadowed spot light that was his life.

Now that man, who swore by the moon in a drunken confession that he was a witch, was at my library, silently waiting for me when I left work. I didn’t know what he wanted but he’d promised me magic that night last summer.  I didn’t believe in magic, but I knew the way he looked at me made me want to go back on my word.

Dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair…  Wait, that’s the opening for my favorite Eagles song. Probably shouldn’t be drinking and telling you this, but it kinda sucks to be the wolf with no Red Riding Hood to seduce when one is in a mood,  wait,  I mean chase… chase, that’s it. That is, until he shows up with flaming red hair and lots of muscles.

 

I’m a 36 year old sci fi geek who wishes Firefly was never canceled. I like silly hats, karaoke, and don’t say “shiny” nearly enough. I’m a straight up goof who has an obsession with all things gummy and makeup.

I work full time while pretending to be an adult. Who decided it was a good idea to invent rolly chairs that spin anyway?  Chances are if you walk by my cubicle and I’m bopping along to my headphones there is a good chance it’s Rob Zombie, Five Finger Death Punch, Dorothy or The Pretty Reckless.

I have a degree in Journalism but write supernatural and fantasy stories. Something about the juxtaposition of those two things never fails to amuse me.

https://www.facebook.com/StephanieKelleyAuthor/

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Venefica Publishing Presents – Nina Gabrielle featured in SMUT!

Nina Makes her Debut!

By Nina Gabrielle

When I started this writing journey a little over two years ago, I was naïve, inexperienced and maybe even a bit over my head. I knew nothing of what I know now, just that I wanted to get my stories out unto the world.

Now two years later 3 novellas, many short stories, I am finally crossing over into the erotica genre. I write under a pen name anyway, but for this new smexier version of that, I had to come up with something that was a bit sexy, but still mysterious. Like who is Nina? And what can she do?

I admit I first signed up to do the SMUT anthology purely out of let’s see if I can do this. Let’s see if I can write purely sex, and make the sex good enough that readers would appreciate whatever my voice is as an erotica writer. Let me be clear as this is the first time I have written erotica. So in the process I am still trying to figure out what my voice is as Nina. How can I tell a story that will get the readers want to read something else from me afterwards?

So how did I come up with the idea? Let’s just say that an event or experience from life can sometimes pop its way into fiction. Even sometimes a fantasy can makes its way into fiction and a story is spun. I won’t say what is what to protect the innocent, but I did truly have fun writing these stories.

Last Friday Night is a short story of what goes down in a sex club on Friday Nights!!

F*ck Me Please is a short story about a woman wanting to be constantly pleased by her fiancé and things get a little spicy and smutty.

I really hope you all like them as much as I do. On December 20, 2016 Nina will be introduced to the world!

 

What Happens on Friday’s is our little secret… Jessica has a little secret. She met her husband Peter in a sex club two years ago, and her life has been satisfying ever since. But work calls Peter away for the whole week and leaves the weekends free for fun, f*cking and no holds bared.

 

 

 

 

Sometimes offices are for work, and sometimes offices are for f*cking!
Jennifer want nothing more than to be f*cked all over and sideways by her fiancé who is always at work. Taking matters into her own hands she decides that this time the ball was in her court.
Nina is a sassy woman from NY! Being new to the erotica world she writes sexy smut while juggling a host of things.
Nina is innocent, with just enough freak in her to get the job done…and yes, in her books as well. 😉
Here is my author page on amazon
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Release Blitz – El Diablo by M. Robinson

RELEASE BLITZ
EL DIABLO
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR M. ROBINSON
COVER DESIGN: THE FINAL WRAP
RELEASE DATE: AUGUST 30TH, 2016

 

 

I was ruthless.
I was feared.
I had sacrificed. Myself. Her. Everything…
Living in a world where I was worth more dead than alive was
a choice. I was a bad man, never claimed to be anything else. I’ve done things
I’m not proud of. Seen things that can’t be unseen. I’ve caused pain that I
can’t undo.
It was all my choice.
Every decision.
Every order.
Right and wrong never mattered.
Until her.
She was under my protection, until she became my obsession.
But who was going to save her…
From. Me. The devil himself.
Fate brought us together. Destiny destroyed us.
 
“Go stretch again, cariño,” I ordered in a dominant tone. Nodding to the barre.
“I’m fine,” she stubbornly replied. Shaking her legs and arms out. Getting back into position, looking at me through the mirror.
I cocked my head to the side, arching an eyebrow. She narrowed her eyes at me, but begrudgingly listened. I pressed play, allowing the melody to once again take over. She placed her leg on the lowest barre, making her ass stick out in my direction.
Tempting me.
She closed her eyes, needing to get lost in the music, wanting to push away all the negative thoughts, already feeling discouraged. I stood, taking off my suit jacket. Rolling up the sleeves of my collared shirt as I stepped onto the hardwood floor. I slowly came up behind her, catching her off guard.
She froze, turning around, opening her eyes. Peering up at me through her lashes. “What are you doing?”
I leaned forward against her ear, grinning. “I’m helping you stretch.” Getting down on my knees in front of her.
Her eyes dilated. The feeling of disappointment replaced with nothing but lust. She placed her arms out to the side, resting up against the barre, supporting her weight. I grabbed her ankle, lifting it up in the air, rubbing along her leg as it was fully stretched, before setting it on the lowest barre. Running my other hand up her side, easing her over toward the extended leg. She understood what I was doing, reaching for her ankle, stretching. Standing back up, bringing her arms above her head, I caressed along her leg again, casually turning her torso so her leg was still placed on the barre behind her.
Her breathing hitched as I touched her all over her lower body. My lips softly kissing the inside of her thigh to where she wanted my mouth the most.


 

 

 

 

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M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has
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She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
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Blog Tour – The Winter Saga Series by Jami Brumfield

Winters Saga Series
Author: Jami Brumfield
Publication Date: Apr 29, 2014
Publisher: Beau Coup Publishing
Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal Romance

 

Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga Book 1)
 

Book 1 in the Winters Saga Series begins with Lone Wolf Rising

Revenge
has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters’ main goal
for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people
who killed her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the
middle of Phoenix, she knew she’d found a way to make her dream come
true. Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a
position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on
a temporary hold.

He is duty bound to protect her.
Lucian (Lucky) Lamont is a member of the Protectors, an elite
supernatural police force who works for the Authority. Their main goal
is to keep humans in the dark about the creatures who live among them.
Lucky is assigned to protect and manage Rebecca, despite her refusal of
help. His cover is simple; he poses as the dutiful ‘pretend’ boyfriend
in order to keep an eye on the new alpha wolf.

She is his mate.

Gabriel
Black though taking his pack back from the witch who was chosen as the
new alpha would be simple. He thought wrong. His entire world was turned
upside down the moment he met Rebecca at the Authority Council
meeting…and he was hooked the moment he kissed her to prove she wasn’t
dating his best friend, Lucky.

It’s like being torn between two lovers.

Rebecca
is pulled in hundreds of different directions while she attempts to
find a way to survive the supernatural world, protect her family, and
discover who massacred her entire pack days before her first
transformation. She doesn’t have time for romance.

But the heart wants what the heart wants.

And the wolf gets what the wolf wants – or so her alpha believes. While
Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political
and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most
important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price.

EXCERPT:

He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close.

“You need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family,” he
whispered.

Her human half knew he was right. It was also one of those rare moments her
wolf agreed.

“It’s not like I ran home to show her,” she said. “She saw me limping and
grabbed my arm. She pulled up my sleeve and reacted. Besides, they should have
been healed by then. This cut,” she held up her bandaged hand, “is
already gone.”

“Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds
first. Bruises are always the last to heal.” His answer made logical
sense. He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him
back into their little corner. She wasn’t done talking to him. “They lasted for
hours. How was I to know?”

“You need to be more careful.”

He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to
have that same advice. How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t
understand anything? No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed
time to understand everything. No one seemed to see that she was scared and was
constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to
wonder if she made the right decision. She closed her eyes against the common
phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.

“Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?” Or the fact
that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes ago? She kept that
last thought to herself but didn’t release her grip on his waist. It made her
feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue. The urge to run
her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming. If they weren’t
in the school she would have. It would completely go against her decision to
stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was
still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover. But none of
that matter when she was this close to him.

He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear. His warm breath invaded her
senses and sent electricity through her body. It took every ounce of will power
to remain still. The silence stretched on painfully.

“No.”

And with that he took a step back and grabbed her hand. “What took you so
long in the restroom?” It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the
passionate moments they share was over, just like that.

Annoyance and frustration raked her body. She refused to let him see her hurt
ego or let him know he was rattling her.

‘He isn’t meant for you anyway,’ the alpha whispered in her mind.

‘That isn’t your decision.’ Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping
things professional between them would definitely help the situation.

She went along with his change of subject, for now. “I ran into Sundae.
She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf.”

“Oh?” Interest entered his face and eyes.

“Yes, she asked if I was happy.” Rebecca shrugged.

“Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why?”

“I don’t know. Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad.
She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation.
I got the distinct feeling she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous
than she looks. She even called me a little wolf.” Rebecca almost laughed
at the thought. “Which is funny considering she is much smaller and
obviously weaker than me.”

He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her. “Be careful of the dream
weaver, Rebecca. She’s far more dangerous than she looks.”

“I got that. My wolf warned me. Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me
out, too.” She shivered.

“I’m serious, Rebecca.”

She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause. She didn’t want
Lucky to see that Sundae worried her. She was tired of feeling scared and
having to hide it to the world. “What? Okay, so they can give me
nightmares. So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie.”

“The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true.
They are far better assassins than allies.” Lucky spoke slowly to make
sure the words hit home. The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle
enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters. It only made
her feel more worried.

A shiver ran down her spine. Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside. Lucky
hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but
hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it
more real. The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural
way.

Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. The random thoughts of
concern seemed to pile on top of each other. Before she chose to be a werewolf
the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night.
Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending
not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful
witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she
was now Alpha of, and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from
afar. The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin. “I’ll
be careful.” She promised.

The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten
it with a fun change of subject. “So why did you punch Gabriel?”

“Why did he kiss you?” The intensity in the look he gave her made her
wonder if he thought she’d invited the kiss.

“I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me.” She put up three
fingers and said, “Scouts honor.” The memory of the intense feelings
his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking
suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings.

‘Traitor!’ Rebecca snapped in her mind. The wolf simply laughed playfully.

“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“No!” She answered quickly, which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky.

‘Yes.’ The wolf smiled in her mind.

And there was the question Rebecca was dreading. She planned to make fun over
the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.

She shook her head. “It wasn’t me that enjoyed it.” She didn’t know
how to explain this to him, but she knew she needed to try.

“Come on, Becca. I heard you.” Betrayal played in his eyes as he
continued his path towards class.

“It’s my wolf. She’s attracted to him. Not me.” Rebecca took his arm
and spun him towards her. “I know we’re using this ‘fake’ relationship as
a cover. I’m not stupid! But I can’t change my attraction and desire for you.
And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this.”
She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his, desperate
to show him her need. His lips were like stone for a moment, but he lost all
resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.

He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her
waist and pulled her against him. She was thankful the halls were empty in that
moment, but if they weren’t everything would have simply faded away. In that
moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still. Their size
difference made it hard to get closer, so he lifted her up slightly and she
wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. When his
tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in
response only pulled her further into the kiss.

He pulled back and shook his head. “This can’t keep happening.”

His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out
the flames of desire burning in her body. He set her down and took three steps
backward, putting a hand up when she took a step forward.

The gesture made her freeze.

“Why?” It was a single word question that held so much meaning.

“It’s not allowed. I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf, an alpha of all
things. The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically
engaged.”

Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words. “Okay, we could
battle the Authority. My parents did it, didn’t they? But engaged?” She
shook her head in confusion. “Who? How? Why? You never said
anything.” Her head was spinning with this new information. Now, in a
strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.

“I’m promised to someone, have been since birth. If we both live to be
twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids.” He tried to
explain, but had a helpless look on his face. “Besides, you’re an alpha.
You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made
his first play for you.”

Vampire Princess Rising (Winters Saga Book 2)

Savannah Winters went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one
terrifying night. Now she must find a way to survive the dark world she
lives without letting the anger and depression overwhelm and destroy
her. Maintaining a balance between her supernatural identity and human
cover is more difficult then she could ever imagine. And her decision to
separate herself from her family only makes matters worse. How could
she forgive her sister, Rebecca for the role she played in her demise?

It’s a question Rebecca struggles with herself as she attempts to
rebuild the Arizona wolf pack after the massacre that left her a lone
wolf. How can she convince her dear sweet sister, Savannah to forgive
her?

While Rebecca and Savannah juggle the challenges of their new
identities, responsibilities, political alliances, and the men in their
lives Hunter becomes obsessed with unlocking the powers they have as
natural born witches and finding a cure to the viruses that changed his
sisters lives indefinitely.

More family secrets unravel and threaten to destroy the fragile
connection the Winters siblings share while more enemies come out of the
darkness to tear their new worlds apart.

EXCERPT:

Martina pushed Savannah through the door of another store.
They’d already gotten scarves of all different colors, jewelry, mostly silver
of course, some new designer jeans, slacks and skirts, and well-crafted
blouses. Savannah was beginning to feel like a mannequin as clothes were draped
on her body and colors were checked. Viktor and Celestia were sparing no
expense to make sure their investment was well dressed and looked the part.
Martina flew through the dress store, pulling items of different colors and
designs off the racks as Viktor smiled shyly at Savannah. It was the first time
he was not otherwise occupied with his phone and they were alone.

“You’re very pretty.” He smiled warmly.

“Really? Because after this whole experience I was beginning to think I wasn’t
good enough to be a princess,” she snapped coldly.

“Vampires are big on ritual and expectations. You’re perfect in my book.
However, as a royal you’re expected to be beyond perfect. Higher standards are
placed upon you.” He turned those unique violet eyes on her, eyes that reminded
her of her father. “Your life depends on acting the part, especially now that
we’re officially engaged.”

Savannah folded her arms at her chest. “I don’t consider us engaged,
officially.”

“Really? Why is that?”

This man was clueless. She exhaled a frustrated breath out and watched as her
bangs played in the uncommon breeze. “An engagement, in my book, consists of a
man getting down on one knee and asking. This…” she waved her hand in
impatience “…is all formality and protection. Where is the romance, the
tingles, the earth shattering kisses, the mind boggling make out sessions…?”

Savannah was so wrapped up in her wish list that she didn’t even notice Viktor
had gotten down on one knee until Martina dropped the items in her hands and
screamed.

“What are you doing? Get up!” Savannah looked around at everyone staring at
them. Vampires were not allowed to draw attention to themselves in public
settings.

“It may not be the perfect romance…but you will teach me what I need to do.” He
pulled out a ring box from the breast pocket of his elegant sports jacket and
held it out. “Savannah Ariel Matthews Winters you intrigue me immensely and I
cannot wait to spend forever getting to know you better. Would you do me the
honor of becoming my bride?”

Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t the speech she imagined, but it wasn’t bad. She
looked around, camera phones were rolling. Oh hell! She tried to hide the eye
roll. They were on stage now. Appearances were of the utmost importance. “Yes.”
She had no choice but to say it.

“What was that?” he asked with a grin on his face. He heard her, he was a
vampire.

“Yes, I will marry you,” she said louder so everyone could hear.

The grin that broke out across his face was brilliant. He stood up and wrapped
his arms around her waist, lifted her up into an embrace, and spun them around.
“That was the first and only time I will ever do that,” he whispered against
her ear. “Now we are officially engaged.” The smile didn’t leave his face when
he put her down.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss” was the chant that broke out from the crowd that had
gathered to witness her fake proposal.

He turned those eyes back onto hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a
request, it was a statement. He moved closer, placing his hands on her slender
hips tentatively. Then with a jerk he pulled her against him, weaving a spell
around her senses. He moved his lips close to hers, so close but not touching.
One hand moved up her spine to her neck. Tingles shot a trail up and a blush crept
onto her cheeks as his body gave away his desire to claim her. “May I kiss you
now?” His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck and lifted her
lips toward his, still not touching.

She was so wrapped up in the spell he was weaving that she almost missed his
question.

“Savannah, I won’t kiss you until you give me permission.”

He had somehow managed to turn a business arrangement into something more in a
matter of minutes. His lips brushed so close to her skin she felt herself light
up without a touch. His other hand raised up and gently tucked a loose strand
of her hair behind her ear, then caressed her cheek. “May I?”

“Yes.” Her word came out breathlessly, but he heard her. The smirk that spread
across his lips was unsettling but she gave little thought to it when his lips
touched hers. Gentle at first and then he deepened the kiss and possessed her
mouth with his. She was vaguely aware of the cheers in the background as he
continued to assault her senses with a mixture of tenderness and
possessiveness. As far as earth shattering kisses goes, he got a gold star.

AUTHOR BIO:
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Jami M Brumfield
has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds
for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every
story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is.
She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short
stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites like
examiner.com. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing
and her passion for the unknown would combine. The Winters Saga is the
product of that union.

Book one in the Winters Saga
“Lone Wolf Rising” focuses on teen witch Rebecca who in a series of
unnatural events finds herself a teen wolf and alpha of the Arizona
pack. She is suddenly thrust into a world where danger lurks around
every corner and love becomes a liability. Her thirst for vengeance
begins to destroy her family and someone she loves pays the ultimate
prices.

Book two in the Winters Saga “Vampire Princess
Rising” continues the story that began in Lone Wolf Rising only the
focal character is Rebecca’s sister Savannah. She went from homecoming
queen to vampire princess in one terrible night and her life… undead
life will never be the same. Family secrets continue to unravel for the
Winters siblings and danger continues to build as a supernatural war
starts to brew on the streets of Phoenix with the Winters in the middle
of it.

Book three in the Winters Saga “Fire Master
Rising” is well underway and promises to take your breath away as the
focal point of this tale will be Hunter and his fire producing adopted
daughter Freya join the battle against good and evil. Loyalties will be
tested, alliances will burn and others will be created, and life will
never be the same for the Winters family. Jami is hoping for a late June
or early July release date for this book.

She is also working on a New Adult Paranormal Romance series and book one in this series will be released in the summer of 2014.

By day Jami works with hypnotherapy and coaching clients and in her nights
she focuses on creating new urban fantasy and paranormal romantic
thrill rides for your enjoyment.

Blog Tour – Weeping Angels by Cristy Rey

Four years ago, Frankie Rios walked away from her best friend and big sister, Iris. To Frankie, Iris

died the day that she last rejected Frankie’s attempts at getting Iris alcohol and drug treatment. Rather

than accept grief for her beloved sister’s loss, Frankie turned to her music. A renowned cellist, Frankie

has managed to ignore the pain and suffering of losing the person she loved most in this world. With Iris

out of her mind and out of her life, Frankie was able to move on…or so she thought. Until Iris really

died.

Topher went to war in 2001 only to return two years later damaged and broken. Unable to

reconcile the war vet with the boy he used to be, Topher gave up on life. When Iris Rios, his long-lost

childhood best friend, dies from liver failure at thirty-two years-old, Topher is forced to confront his

past. He must decide whether he deserves to heal. He must decide whether he will take that first step

and then take another until he can recover what he lost: himself.

Weeping Angels is a story of grief carried and grief ignored. It’s about learning to love and

moving on. Mourning someone once is hard enough, but mourning someone twice is unimaginably

harder.

 

 

Weeping Angels

Cristy Rey

 

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Genre: Women’s fiction, romance

Release date: June 27, 2014

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Excerpt #1

A woman hurls herself into the parking lot without even checking to see if a car is coming. Long

blonde hair flies like a cape and she moves as though propelled by a rocket. Black, slinky heels flick off

her feet, smacking into the asphalt with every rapid step. The scarf wrapped around her neck, despite

this god-forsaken humidity, flaps over her shoulder. Any other day, I might have tried to stop her. If not,

I might have fallen to the ground and covered my head with my hands, brought back to Afghanistan by

some misapprehending synapse fire. But not tonight. Tonight, I merely stand by and watch her go.

She stops abruptly at the edge of the parking lot and just stands there. Her back to us, she drops

her arms to her sides and her shoulders slump. I’m not sure what I’m looking at, but whatever it is

unfurls as I watch. A woman like that doesn’t need to be crying at the end of the parking lot alone, and

we’re watching like a couple of jackals who are just man enough to smoke outside a funeral, but not

man enough to rescue her from herself. I’m not sure what it is about her, but I can’t stop staring, so I

don’t even try.

I suck on my cigarette, taking the longest pull I can to give myself time to keep from engaging in

conversation, when the woman slams her palms to her thighs. If she were any closer or if there was any

less traffic on the highway, we might have heard the smacking sound echoing in the air. Even without

sound, I feel it. A sonic wave crashes into my chest. My heart stops beating for a second in its wake.

Through a stream of white smoke, I jut my chin to the woman.

”Who’s that?” I ask Jose.

“That’s Frances.” He’s curt, and the sharpness when he says her name makes it sound like an

offense. “I thought you knew her,” he adds, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

There’s a silence between us as we keep our eyes trained on Frankie. For the life of me, I would

have never known it was her had he not just told me. I wonder now why no one makes his or her way

toward her. If there’s a husband or a boyfriend standing about inside, someone needs to tell him that

she’s out there alone, grieving.

“Frankie loved Iris. She’s probably taking this hard.”

As soon as the last word has fallen from my lips, Jose chuckles humorlessly and again my

eyebrows furrow. I can feel the anger lining my forehead. Jose brings the cigarette to his lips and smoke

pours from his nostrils as he inhales and exhales simultaneously like a fuming dragon. He shakes his

head as his gaze wanders back to Frankie.

“Frankie loved Iris, that’s true, but Frankie also disappeared and refused to come when Iris got

sick.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Shock slaps across Jose’s face when I declare him a liar. There is absolutely no way I can know if

what Jose said is true or not.

An ephemeral summer breeze catches her hair. When it passes, she combs her fingers through

her hair and twists it into a knot that she promptly releases. Even though she’s far away, I make out the

shaking of her shoulders, as if she might burst.

I’ve never felt as intimate with Frankie as I do right now. Sharing in her private, raw space is

wrong. I want is to throw a curtain between her and the rest of the world. I want to put my body

between Frankie and all the smokers, spread my arms, puff my chest, and yell out, “There’s nothing to

see here! Move along!”like some cop directing rubberneckers forward in traffic.

I take my first step off the curb so that I can go to her and do I don’t know what,

when she turns around and hugs herself so tightly you’d think it was freezing, when it’s actually a humid

ninety degrees Fahrenheit. Her head tilts forward and her blonde bangs sway, falling over her eyes.

She starts walking, slumped and dejected, in my direction. If a car whizzed by her, she might

look up, but given by the way she ejected herself from the building, I’m not fully convinced she doesn’t

have a death wish. So I do the only thing I can think of, I finish taking that first step and then take

another.

 

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Excerpt #2

What Frankie says breaks me. It breaks me. And it’s not even about Iris or me; it’s about Frankie.

Everything she said about Iris fills me in on years that I’ve missed. Even when I’d been

standing right beside her, I was ignoring what now seems so obvious it’s blinding. Yet, for all the talk

about Iris’s alcoholism and suicidal tendencies, what Frankie’s opened up about is herself.

I’m not even sure she notices because she’s so guarded. Never once has she reflected on what

she’s said. She’s been stating facts, telling stories. That’s what she thinks, anyway. I know this like I know

myself, because it’s what I do. I state facts and I tell stories, and what I’m actually doing is diverting

attention from what’s going on inside.

Frankie’s all Iris this, Iris that, but what I hear is: I can’t live with myself

because Iris was never happy and I couldn’t save her. It’s what I hear inside myself every minute

of every day, and my heart breaks for Frankie and for me. What I do next comes so naturally that it

scares the living shit out of me. I don’t let her leave. I hold her as close as I can because what I want is

for her to be inside of me the way she’s let me be inside of her.

In this space and time, Frankie and I are one person. I’m angry with her. I’m aggressive about it,

maybe even hurting her, but I reason that it can’t be any worse than how she’s been hurting herself by

balling this all up for decades.

As much as I need her to be close, I want to push her away. I want her to leave and never come

back. I want Frankie to take flight tomorrow morning, and I want to be the one to deliver her to the

airport because what I’m feeling is something that I’m not ready to deal with. I tell myself to let her stay

here, to give her this space from death that she needs. I’m surer now more than ever that we have an

unbreakable bond, but I don’t want it.

We have right now and I need it right now, but I can’t want to have it tomorrow. I can’t want to

have it ever again. It’s like being with yourself all the time, but only with the ugliest parts of you. It’s

looking at all the broken pieces of your psyche and being forced to confront them.

That’s what Frankie is to me. That’s what she’s been to me all day if I cop to it. Maybe it was like

that last night when I went out after her in the parking lot and walked her back to the service. Maybe it’s

why I couldn’t believe that she could be out there alone with no one to hide her sadness from the world.

I’m making up for it today, though. Right now, I’m making up for leaving her naked and on a slab for the

world to pick apart. The more I hold her, the more I fear that I’ll never be able to let her go, but I keep

doing it because she’s something worth saving and, if she can be saved, then maybe I can be, too.

 

Ten Fun Facts about Cristy Rey

1.       I am a librarian.

2.      For the holidays last year, I knit a Cthulhu scarflette for

my good friend, Dre.

3.      I have harvested over 100 mangoes from the tree in my

yard in the last three weeks. (Please, no more mangoes!) I don’t even like mangoes.

4.      My parents are Cuban.

5.      I was a vegetarian and, later, a pescatarian for over

fifteen years. Thanksgiving 2012 was the first time I had poultry, beef, or pork in half my life.

6.      I thought of Weeping Angels as I stood at the

funeral of a good friend – the real Iris – observing the mourners, looking at photos of a woman who

didn’t match the one I used to know, and holding the hand of my sister, her ex-fiancée.

7.      My dog is named after Indiana Jones and Sherlock, and

my cat is named after a comic book character by Roman Dirge and a poem by Edgar Allan Poe.

8.      I am almost 6’ tall.

9.      I am a fangirl through and through: I read comics, I am a

Whovian, I am a Sherlockian, I am committed to the Whedonverse, and I have a Fringe tattoo.

10.   I make my own Halloween costumes.

 

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About Cristy Rey

Cristy Rey is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Incarnate series. The first book, Taking

Back Sunday, and a short prequel novelette, Edge of Seventeen, are available now at online retailers.

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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Blog Tour – Leap of Faith by Michele Shriver

Single mother Tracey
Hiatt prides herself on having a close relationship with her daughter-
the kind of relationship she’s always wanted, but never had, with her
own mother.
When her mother suffers a debilitating illness and faces a
lengthy recovery, family takes on a whole new meaning for Tracey as she
finds herself pulled back to her ex, Steve Eldridge. There’s only one
problem: he’s involved with someone else.
Steve is drawn back into
Tracey’s family drama and after her mother awakens from a coma believing
he and Tracey are married, the two are forced to confront some
fundamental questions about their relationship.
Can they put past hurts behind them and take a leap of faith into a new future together?

The steady beep of the heart monitor filled the room, along with the whooshing sound of the ventilator. Out in the hallway, Tracey Hiatt could hear the occasional chime of the elevator and muffled voices sounding over the hospital intercom, but she paid no attention to them, her focus remaining on the still form in the bed. Pamela Hiatt had long cut an imposing figure, at least where her middle child was concerned, but now she lay completely motionless, a machine in charge of her breathing. ‘Comatose and unresponsive,’ the doctors termed her condition, while at the same time insisting Pamela was aware of what happened around her and could hear what people said.

 

“Talk to her,” Tracey’s brother had urged when she arrived at the hospital, before leaving her alone in their mother’s room. “It’ll mean a lot to her that you’re here.”

 

Yeah, right.Brian meant well. Tracey didn’t doubt that. He’d always tried to be the peacemaker and stick up for his little sister in the face of Pamela’s constant disapproval, and Tracey appreciated that. It was because of Brian, for Brian, that she’d rushed to Northwestern Memorial Hospital upon learning her estranged mother had suffered a hemorrhagic stroke and lay in a coma.

 

Talk to her. Fine. What was she supposed to say? Tracey sucked in a breath as she fought back tears. She’d long thought that Pamela lived to torment her, and she wasn’t quite prepared to see her mother like this, barely clinging to life.

 

“Hello, Mother,” she finally said. “It’s me, Tracey. Bet you didn’t expect to see me here, huh? It’s been a while.” How long, exactly, she didn’t remember. Over the years, Tracey had extended a few olive branches, hoping to repair the relationship with her mother for the sake of her own daughter. Occasionally Pamela reciprocated and they forged a somewhat tentative truce for a short period. Other times, Tracey’s efforts were met with a frosty response and she stopped trying.

 

“Anyway, I’m doing well,” she said. “I’ve got a new class assignment this fall. I’m teaching Tort Law. Isn’t that exciting?” Tracey still recalled Pamela’s look of disapproval when she accepted a position teaching Legal Writing at Northern Illinois University’s law school. The job wasn’t prestigious enough for Pamela’s lofty standards. Maybe not, but Tracey enjoyed teaching it and was good at it. Still, with the retirement of one of the senior members of the faculty, she’d been presented with the opportunity to take over a Torts class and she jumped at it. She’d been contemplating calling her mother, extending another olive branch, when Brian called to inform her of Pamela’s stroke. Life was cruel sometimes.

 

Pamela didn’t stir, but Tracey continued on. “I’m really looking forward to the new challenge. Classes start next week.” She paused, again studying her mother’s form. No change. Nothing. “Lindsay’s starting sixth grade next week, too. I’m still trying to wrap my head around that. You wouldn’t believe how big she’s gotten.” Of course, maybe you would if you saw her on a regular basis.

 

Tracey took a deep breath and tried to get a handle on her emotions. Now, with her mother fighting to survive, was not the time to dwell on past slights and years of hurt. Once Pamela recovered, they’d have the opportunity to talk about everything, and maybe, hopefully, repair their relationship. Tracey wanted it to happen, but she wasn’t quite ready to make a bargain with God. Instead of bargaining, she settled for the simple truth.

 

“You drive me crazy, Mother,” she said. “And you make me angry. Always comparing everything I do to Brian or Kim, never just letting me be me and loving me for it. Maybe I should have given up on you years ago. I’ve wanted to plenty of times, but there’s something I want more. I want a relationship with my mother.” Tears ran down her cheeks, and Tracey wiped at them with the back of her hand. “Isn’t that just the kicker? After everything you’ve done to push me away, I’m still not ready to give up and say goodbye. So you better not be, either, okay? We both have some work to do.”

 

With the issuance of a challenge, Tracey half expected Pamela to open her eyes and object, but she never stirred. For another twenty minutes, Tracey followed the advice of the doctors and talked to her mother. She talked about her plans for the new school year—for herself and Lindsay—and the prospects of the Bears or the Cubs ever winning another championship. When finally she ran out of things to say and couldn’t listen to the sounds of the heart monitor and ventilator any longer, she got up to leave. “It’s been nice talking to you, Mother.” The longest conversation they’d had in years, and Pamela never said a word.

 

Tracey jabbed at the elevator button, anxious to leave. The doors opened and she rushed forward, colliding with a person stepping off the elevator. “Excuse me. I’m sorry,” she stammered.

 

“No worries,” Steve Eldridge said as he out a hand to her. The elevator doors closed again, leaving them in the hallway. “You okay, Tracey?”

 

She wanted to say yes, tell him she was fine and to leave her alone, but it would be a lie, and Steve would see through it right away. Instead, she shook her head as she looked up into his green eyes. Eyes their daughter had inherited. “It’s been kind of a rough day,” Tracey said, opting for understatement rather than dishonesty. “How’d you know I was here?”

 

“I have a case with Brian. He asked to reschedule a hearing for personal reasons,” Steve explained. “Obviously I was concerned. He gave me the whole scoop. I’m really sorry, Trace.” There was no questioning the sincerity of his words. “Don’t you think this is something you should have told me yourself, though?”

 

“We’re not married,” Tracey reminded him needlessly. They never had been, but still Steve shared a close enough relationship with her brother to freely chat about family news, a fact Tracey didn’t always like. How was she supposed to get over Steve if her own brother basically considered him part of the family?

 

“Your choice, not mine.” Steve shoved his hands in the pockets of his khakis. “It doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

 

Care about her, yes. Tracey didn’t doubt that. Love was another matter, and one she didn’t care to get into with him at the moment, if ever. Her primary concern was where their daughter was, since it was Steve’s visitation week and he was now at the hospital. “Where’s Lindsay?” she asked, changing the subject.

 

“Meredith took her for pizza and ice cream.”

 

“Are you sure that was a good idea?” Tracey couldn’t keep her displeasure from her voice.

 

“Yes, I thought it was a fine idea,” Steve said. “Why do you have to say things like that? You make it sound like you don’t trust Meredith around our daughter.” He raked a hand through his dark hair, mussing it in front. “She passed a background check to be admitted to the state bar, so it’s not like she’s a hardened criminal, and besides, Lindsay’s known her for a year and a half and enjoys spending time with her. You know that.”

 

Tracey swallowed hard. Yes, Lindsay did seem to enjoy spending time with Daddy’s girlfriend Meredith, and yes, Tracey still had a bit of a problem with it. It was her problem, though, and she’d have to work through it. It didn’t give her the right to be a total bitch. “You’re right,” Tracey said, softening her tone. “I’m sure they’ll have fun together. I’m sorry I snapped at you. Like I said, it’s been a bad day.”

 

Steve nodded. “Understandable. Want to go downstairs and get some coffee and talk about it?”

 

“Actually, I really just want to get the hell out of here.”

 

“That works, too.” Steve placed one hand on her shoulder and with the other pressed the elevator button. “I’ll drive.”

 

***

 

Tracey didn’t say where she wanted to go, and Steve didn’t ask, instead driving in silence through downtown Chicago before ending up at a familiar sports bar. Steve had no idea why he chose it, other than maybe because it was so familiar. After all, it was the site of one of best moments of Steve’s life, and also one of the worst. That he counted them as one and the same no longer seemed strange.

 

“Why here?” Tracey asked as he held the door open for her and led her inside.

 

“Why not? It’s close to the hospital, and we like the food.”

 

“True,” Tracey said, settling into a booth. “Thanks for getting me out of there. I don’t think I could have stood it much longer.”

 

“I figured.” It was why he’d left for the hospital as soon as he’d learned of Pamela’s condition. Thankfully, Meredith seemed to understand why he needed to go and offered to entertain Lindsay. At least he hoped she understood. Steve knew it wasn’t always easy for her, but Mer knew from the beginning he had a daughter. That linked him, forever, with his daughter’s mother, and she had to accept that. “You holding up okay now?”

 

“Trying to.” Tracey picked up the menu, then set it down without opening it. “It’s ridiculous to be this emotional. I don’t even like the woman.”

 

“No, but she’s still your mother and you love her, even if you don’t always like her.” Steve long ago realized there was a difference, especially when it came to the dysfunctional relationship between Tracey and Pamela. “She’s a strong, stubborn woman, Trace,” he said. “She’s going to get through this just fine.”

 

“Of course she will, if only to torture me further,” Tracey said, but Steve could tell from the look in her brown eyes that she wasn’t confident in her words.

 

“How hungry are you?” he asked, changing the subject. “Want to split the taco pizza?”

 

“Sure, that sounds fine.”

 

“How about a beer?”

 

Tracey shook her head. “No. Just a Coke for me. I still have to drive back to DeKalb tonight, and I’d rather not fall asleep at the wheel.”

 

“I’d rather you didn’t, too,” Steve said, and flagged a waitress down to place their order.

 

For the next forty-five minutes, while they polished off a taco pizza, Steve tried his best to keep the conversation light. They talked about the Cubs’ losing streak, the Bears’ prospects, the annual mid-August heat wave, Steve’s recently completed trial and their daughter’s upcoming school year. Sixth grade. He could hardly believe it. In some ways, it seemed like only yesterday that he’d met Tracey at this restaurant after work and she’d announced she was pregnant. The news shocked him, and he’d proceeded to make a complete ass of himself, a scene Steve regretted more than once. Since he couldn’t undo it, he simply hoped he’d done right by both of them in the decade since.

 

“Don’t forget her reading list,” Tracey said, interrupting his thoughts. “She should be reading half an hour every day.”

 

Steve nodded. “Yeah, we got it. We’ve been working with her.”

 

“Good. She likes to read, so it probably doesn’t take much to get her to do it.”

 

“No,” Steve agreed. “Are you going to be okay tonight, Trace? Because if you want to take Lindsay back with you…” He didn’t want to make the offer. He valued his time with her. Still, it seemed like the right thing to do.

 

Tracey shook her head. “No. It’s your week. School starts soon, and I don’t want to cut into your extended time with her before then. Besides, it’d be past her bedtime by the time I get back home. I don’t want to disrupt her routine.”

 

Steve smiled. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

 

“Thanks for rescuing me from the ICU. I should probably get on my way, though.”

 

“At least let me drive you back to your car.” Steve pulled his wallet from his pocket.

 

“I can take the L,” Tracey said. “Just as fast. Ten minutes back to the hospital, grab the car, and I’m home in a little more than an hour. I’ll be fine.” She stood up to leave. “I’ll see you Friday, okay?”

 

Friday. When his week with Lindsay would be up and she returned to her mother’s home. They’d been following the arrangement for ten years and had the routine down, but it still hurt to say goodbye to his daughter at the end of a visit. “Sure.” Steve hesitated. “But if anything happens in the meantime and you need to talk…”

 

“Yeah, I’m sure Meredith would love that,” Tracey said. “Thanks, but I can handle this on my own. I’m not your problem anymore, Steve.”

 

He watched her walk out of the restaurant, then sighed. “That’s just it, Trace. You’ve never been a problem.”

 

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I
caught the writing bug in sixth grade, when I threatened to write a
whole book after a class assignment to write the first chapter. I never
finished that book, but the desire to create stories never left.
When
I’m not giving life to the voices inside my head, I can probably be
found watching a hockey or football game on TV, hoping one day the
Dallas Stars will win another Stanley Cup and the Denver Broncos will
win another Superbowl. (Hey, it might happen!)  Either that or I’m busy
with my day job as a juvenile court attorney, a position that never
ceases to provide new material for my books! 

Blog Tour – Little Things by Madison Street

Genre: New Adult/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 2, 2014
 
Synopsis
 

Everything in Duke Grayson’s life was all he could ever ask for: A loving family, loyal friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and a scholarship to his top choice college. It’s his senior year of high school, and all he needs is to focus on his grades, lacrosse, and keeping his girlfriend happy. That is until Raya walks into his life.

From the moment they meet, Duke is drawn to her, not only for her natural beauty and her stunning crystal blue eyes, but because he’s aware there’s more to this girl than just his alluring pull to her. He senses secrecy and fear.

Throughout the year, their bond grows stronger, and his feelings for her become undeniable. Just when he is about to express his love, tragedy strikes and Raya disappears.

For six years, Duke is tortured by his struggles, as he’s unable to find her and blames himself for failing to protect her. Until the day, she’s found, and he’s given a second chance. Will Duke become her beacon of hope and make her see that it’s the little things that make life worthwhile? Can Raya overcome her fears and fight against the terrors that haunt her? Or will her dark and torturous past be too much for her to battle against?

*Warning: This book contains some disturbing situations, strong language and sexual content. Suited for 18 years and over.



Excerpt
 
I hear a whisper come up from behind me, “So, how’s your first
party?” I know that voice anywhere. I turn around to find Duke smiling at me.
“It’s great! I’m having so much fun!”
“I’m glad. You’ve danced with Taylor all night. Usually he doesn’t
dance at parties, so that was surprising.”
I glance towards Taylor who’s across the room, talking to Adam.
“Oh well. He’s a good dance partner.”
“Wanna bet?” Duke grabs my hand and leads me onto the dance floor
just in time for a new song to start. The speakers start to play “Timber” by
Pitbull and the crowd goes wild as people begin to flood the dance area. My
heart literally stops beating and I swear I can’t even breathe, I’m so freaking
nervous. I notice that my hand fits so perfectly in Duke’s hand.
The crowd is so packed together that Duke and I are forced to
dance closely; maybe a little too close. As the song starts, he sings the
lyrics and we begin to groove to the music. 
I laugh out loud and raise my hands above my head and sing along
with him. The crowd is compact and everyone’s bodies continuously bump into one
another. Duke looks at me and places his hand on my lower back. A shocking jolt
of electricity flows through his touch and my eyes widen. He immediately
removes his hand from my back and instead keeps his hand by his side. I can
still feel the heat flow, where his hand was placed, and I miss it being there.
We continue dancing as I give him a reassuring smile. He winks and continues to
sing and twirls me around.
I bob my head to the beat and shake my body with every fiber I
have. As we dance together, I no longer pay attention to what’s around me. It’s
as if Duke and I are the only ones dancing and as I stare at him, I get lost in
the wonder of what could be. Someone from behind me pushes me forward and I
fall against Duke’s strong and broad chest as he catches me. We stare into each
other’s eyes for a brief moment before he breaks the contact and helps me stand
on my own.
“You alright?”
I laugh nervously, “Yea sorry. Just crowded, that’s all.”
The song ends and the crowd begins to clear leaving only a few
stragglers. Duke looks at his watch. “It’s getting late. We should get going.”
“Ok. I have to use the restroom first.”

 

After I use the restroom, Duke finds Melanie among the crowd and
we say our goodbyes. Taylor tells me he will call soon and he hugs me and
kisses me on the cheek. As we pull up to my driveway, Melanie asks, “So, was it
a night to remember?” I smile and catch Duke looking at me through the rearview
mirror, “Yes, yes it was.”

 

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Madison Street was born in New York City and was
raised in the Bronx, where she resided until she was 17 years old. After 9/11,
Madison joined the United States Navy to serve her country. 
During the deployments, Madison constantly wrote
short stories and she discovered her passion for writing. You will find Madison
always on the computer, whether she’s on Facebook, designing websites, messing
with Photoshop, or writing for her blog.

Besides writing, her second passion is music and
dance. Even though she’s a terrible.

 
 
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Book Launch Blog Tour – The Queen Of Swords by Nina Mason

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Author: Nina Mason
Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing
Heat level: spicy
Formats: Kindle and paperback
Where to buy: Amazon.com (http://smarturl.it/queenofswords

Taglines:

A paranormal tale of undying love.
The story of a love powerful enough to span centuries.
How can she be his soul mate if he doesn’t have a soul?

Blurb:

When Graham Logan, a Scottish earl turned vampire by a dark wizard’s curse, draws the Queen of Swords, he knows he’s about to meet the love of his life. For the third time. But surrendering his heart will mean risking her life…or making her what he is. Neither of which his morals will permit him to do. Graham, who believes he lost his soul to the curse, rages at God: Why give her back only to take her again?

Cat Fingal, the third incarnation of Graham’s twin flame, won’t let him escape so easily. As soon as they meet, she feels she knows him and begins having past-life flashbacks. A white witch, she casts a spell to summon him, wanting answers and to fill the void she’s felt all her life.
Graham has other problems, too. Like the seductress who wants him for herself and the dark wizard who cursed him and killed his beloved the first two times.

Will he find a way to save her this time around? Or will she save him?

Excerpt:

Biting his lip, Graham turned the card of the here and now quickly. Seeing what he’d most feared tightened his chest. The central figure sat in profile upon a throne carved with angels and butterflies. She wore a white gown and a cloak decorated with clouds. More clouds gathered in the background, suggesting a storm was coming. The woman’s left hand reached out toward someone or something unseen in the distance. Her other hand gripped the up-thrust symbol of her suit.
The Queen of Swords.
He’d drawn the card only once before: the morning he’d met Catharine La Croix at a sidewalk cafe overlooking the Seine. To say her resemblance to Caitriona discomposed him was an understatement. He’d been floored by the likeness. He’d also been drawn to it like a sailor to a siren’s song. Unfortunately, he’d had no ship’s mast to rope himself to until the danger passed. Within a few weeks, they were deeply in love. He never suspected she might meet the same fate as her previous incarnation. Not until it was too late, anyway.
He’d done his best to protect her. After seeing Gerard Fitzgerald, the dark wizard who’d cursed him, on the street outside her apartment on Rue de Cherche Midi, he’d kept a watchful eye on her. Being as stubborn as before, she didn’t care for his vigil. One morning, she slipped out after he’d fallen asleep. He’d searched for her everywhere, out of his mind with worry. He’d had her blood, should have felt her, but he didn’t. That evening, he learned why.
Fitzgerald had done it. Of that, he was certain. He just didn’t know why. Now, it looked as if history was about to repeat. And what could he do about it except tear out his hair, beat his fists on the walls, and cry to heaven, “Why? Why give her back to me only to take her again?”
Grief closed around his throat like a strangler’s hands. Coughing to ease its grip, he overturned the card of his future. Surprise stung his heart when he saw The Fool. Squinting, he studied the image of a gaily-dressed youth whose open arms seemed to embrace the world. His right hand held a knapsack, his left, a single white rose. Nipping at his heels was a wee white dog. The Fool, fearing nothing, looked skyward with a dreamy expression as he strode toward the edge of a cliff.
Bewildered, he shook his head. What could it mean? The Fool stood on the threshold. He was the protagonist of the tarot, the archetypal hero embarking on his quest, the soul starting its journey toward atonement. The Fool, in other words, was the polar opposite of the hopeless, faithless tightrope walker Fitzgerald’s dark curse had turned him into over the past one hundred years.

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About Nina Mason, author

Untitled1Nina Mason is a hopeful romantic with strong affinities for history, mythology, and the metaphysical. She strives to write the same kind of books she loves to read: those that entertain, edify, educate, and enlighten. Three of her books will be published in 2014: The Queen of Swords, an urban fantasy/paranormal romance; The Knight of Wands, book one in the Knights of Avalon Series; and The Tin Man, a political thriller about the dangers posed by media monopolies.  She is currently at work on Book Two of the Knights of Avalon series and is itching to get back to a book she started a while back about a merman who falls for an oil company spokeswoman after a phantom tanker capsizes on the coast of the Hebrides islands. When not writing, Nina works as a communications consultant, doll maker, and home stager. Born and raised in Southern California, she now lives in Woodstock, Georgia, with her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and a Westie named Robert.

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Q. Tell us about your book.

A. The Queen of Swords tells the story of a bookish white witch who returns every century to reunite with her earthbound soul mate. He’s a Scottish earl turned vampire by a dark wizard’s curse back in the Regency era on the eve of their wedding. She came back once before in the Edwardian era only to be killed by his maker in the same manner as before. He believes he has no soul, so can’t understand why she keeps coming back. She believes he does have a soul and that she comes back to free him from the curse. The story follows their journey as they try to work out who’s right and how they can stop history from repeating.

Q. After this, what’s your next project?

A. My current work-in-progress is book two in The Knights of Avalon series. After that, I haven’t decided. Probably another paranormal romance/urban fantasy. I’ve got a stalled manuscript about an oil company spokeswoman who gets involved with a merman during an oil spill in the Hebrides. Might get back to that one, or write one featuring Benedict and Avery, the secondary couple in The Queen of Swords. I’d also like to maybe write a sequel to The Tin Man, my political thriller releasing in August. It tells of two journalists thrown together to solve a series of murders tied to a global conspiracy to take over the media.

 

Q. What inspires you to write what you do?

A. All of my paranormal stories are inspired by my love of  the history and mythology of Scotland, my interest in the unknowable, and my belief in the redemptive power of love.

Q. When did you start writing?

A. About as soon as I could write the alphabet. When I was a kid, I won an essay contest sponsored by the local library (I was an avid reader and always did the summer reading challenge). Back in the days of typewriters, I wrote a romance novel about a couple of ballet dancers, but never did anything with it. Didn’t try my hand at fiction again until five or six years ago, when I started what is now The Queen of Swords.

Q. What inspired you to write the book?

A. I started the first draft after reading Twilight. While I liked the saga, I also found myself frustrated by the lack of sex and Edward’s lack of history. In literature, vampires originally personified uncaged sexuality, so a chaste vampire seemed counter-intuitive to me. Plus, I felt writing an immortal creature provided fantastic opportunities to build an interesting backstory. What had he/she seen and experienced over the centuries? How was he/she affected by it? My immortal characters all have a history tied to the world and what they’ve seen and experienced has colored them in some way.

Q. Are you a careful planner or do you let the story guide you?

A. I do a bit of both. I work out the characters and their motivations, setting, and where I want the story to go. I also tend to do index cards for each scene or major plot point from start to finish. Once I begin to write, it can go completely off the rails, depending on where the characters want to take it. As long as they’re reaching the touchstones, I let them do what they want. If they go too far off track, I either re-plot the novel or rein them in, depending on which direction seems better at the time.

Q. Who is your favorite among your characters?

A. I love them all, of course. Graham, the hero in The Queen of Swords, is both noble and funny. Callum, the hero in The Knight of Wands, is a good-hearted romantic. Leith, the hero of my WIP, is a bit on the dark side, but still well-intentioned. If pressed to pick just one, I’d have to go with Alex Buchanan, the journalist hero in The Tin Man. He’s very complex and has lots of demons to overcome, but also is a really good guy.

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Title: Crazy Maybe

Author: A.D. Justice

Release Date: December 1, 2012

Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

Sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes it’s all you need.

Andi Stone is a strong, smart and independent woman, but that wasn’t always the case. Andi never knew what a “normal” life was like. Having been raised in foster care from the age of six after the death of her parents, Andi became emancipated at 16 after an especially horrible incident forced her into a psychiatric hospital.

Luke Woods, the family black sheep and street-brawler, is determined to be a successful professional boxer despite his family’s protests. He needs Andi’s help to get there. The wedge between him and his family over his past relationship issues and career choices is not easily overcome. Luke must learn to face his past mistakes and learn to trust again.

Fireworks and passions quickly ignite between Andi and Luke in the midst of the chaos that surrounds and threatens them. She never revealed the secrets and lies from her past, but when she publicly inherits her family fortune, the living, breathing past comes back to torment her and threatens all that she holds dear. Can their love for another survive the blows that their pasts continue to rain down on them?

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ANDI

Our usual table is inhabited by the usual suspects – Shane, Will, Brandon and of course, Luke. He has his back to me and doesn’t know I’m here yet. So I walk to the DJ booth and tell him to queue up a song for me. I had a few drinks at the pub we just left, I’m pissed and I’m really fucking hurt, so I’m going to take it out on the stage. The song, Just A Fool, is actually a duet between Christina Aguilera and Blake Shelton, but tonight I’m singing it solo. And I’m singing it with every bit of emotion I have bubbling just below the surface of my cool façade.

The lyrics are perfect for me right now. I obviously feel like a fool because I can’t get over him and I can’t let him go, but I know I should. I feel like I’m weak for wanting him to make this all up to me. For even thinking I could forgive him if he would just do something to take this pain away. Love feels like a cruel joke and no one has hurt me in the way that he has. I just want to forget about love and about him, but somehow he’s in every thought I have and every move I make.

I leave the stage and a friend from the gym I haven’t seen in a while stops me and asks me to dance with him. Another slow song is playing so I step into his embrace and we take the opportunity to catch up. He asks how I’m holding up, knowing how bad my life sucks right now, and I give him a non-committal shrug of my shoulders. Christina taps on my arm and her gaze suddenly shifts and I turn to see what she’s looking at.

Oh. It’s Luke and he is charging forward like a bull, hell-bent on his destination. Which happens to be me at the moment.

“Andi,” he barks at me.

“Yes,” I reply smugly.

I watch intently as he grits his teeth and clenches and flexes his hands. His anger is barely contained and he’s working hard at restraining himself. I know I’m not helping it but I’m no more in the mood to be fucked with right now than he is.

“I need you to come with me,” he finally says.

“No.”

He nods his head, seemingly understandingly, until I realize that I read him completely wrong. He just decided he wasn’t going to argue with me. In the typical method of the men in my life, he picks me up with ease, throws me over his shoulder, and charges back to the front door. People watch with amused expressions as I scream obscenities at him like a lunatic until he reaches the door. Then I realize we’re going outside and there may be cameras that catch me actually acting like a lunatic so I stop.

“Luke – do not walk out that door with me over your shoulder. I’m in the news enough as it is. I don’t need to add any more to it,” I say in my sternest voice possible. This stops him in his tracks and I know he hears the words I didn’t say – thanks to your family.

He puts me down but doesn’t let go of me. “Then walk with me like a normal person would.”

I sigh heavily, not hiding my dislike of his demand, and respond with the typical pissed-off female response. “Fine.”

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A.D. Justice

A.D. Justice has been married for 25 years and has two wonderful sons in college. She is also an avid reader of romance novels and, to her amazement, a self-published author. A.D. enjoys reading many different types of romance books – including drama and suspense, crime and mystery, NA and YA, and contemporary and erotica.

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20 Fun Facts

1.  I haven’t met some of the best friends I have in person yet – but I plan on remedying that soon!

2.  I love animals – we have two spoiled dogs, a cat, and two horses.

3.  I’ve been married 25 years this year.

4.  I have two sons – 21 and 19 – both in college.

5.  I am a certified open water scuba diver.

6.  I think I have an addiction to swag – I keep looking at and buying more of it!

7.  Wicked Games was my first book.  Crazy Maybe was my second.  I plan to continue both series.

8.  My next book will be Wicked Ties – the second book in the Steele Security Series.

9.  I don’t like having a schedule.  Deadlines and scheduled meetings are my arch nemesis.

10.  I am a huge Star Wars, Star Trek and superheroes movies fan.

11.  I don’t care much about what others think….except when it comes to my work.

12.  I haven’t developed thick enough skin yet.

13.  Writing isn’t my full time job, even though I would love for it to be one day.

14.  I don’t want to be put in a genre box.  I want to write in several different categories.

15.  I’m pretty out spoken.  Unfairness or bullying really pisses me off.  Picking on my friends will evoke my wrath upon your head.  It’s not pretty.

16.  Most of the people who know me in real life don’t know I’m writing books.

17.  I will be at several book signings this year and I love to talk to people – so stop by my table even if it’s only for the freebies!

18.  I have an MBA in Health Care Administration and a BS in Organizational Development.

19.  I am 4 classes shy of having a second Master’s of Science degree but I can’t bring myself to go back to school.

20.  I took my horse, Rio, away from my husband because he’s dead broke and the mare he bought me is green broke.  I’m not riding a green broke mare.  Sorry.