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Review – Speak of the Devil by J.M. Gregoire

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Nearly half a year has passed since Asmodeus opened the gateway allowing an unknown number of demons to spill onto our plane of existence. A fatal standoff has left Dez on her own to hunt the stray demons down and send them back to Hell where they belong. Her life has become a never-ending cycle of violence and bloodshed, further tainted by a deepening depression and a longing for the person she had to leave behind.

When Dez receives an unexpected phone call, she makes her way to the northern Arizona desert to see an old friend. Upon arrival, there is a message waiting for her from beyond the grave, and she realizes before she can go any further, she must face the one thing she’s been dreading for months. To make matters worse, the message is meant to help her mission, but it forces Dez into an impossible choice.

Only Dez can decide which road to take, but will she be able to handle the consequences of her decision?

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Where to even begin…we pick up 6 months after the events from The Devil You Know and things aren’t looking to good for Dez. She’s lonely and her days and nights consist of dealing with the escaped demons from the gateway. She’s missing Vegas and wondering why he hasn’t called. Through all that Dez gets a call from an old friend requesting her presence straight away…A few new characters are introduced, some I loved while others I wanted to punch in the face.

We see some other old faces and when things seem to be falling into a semblance of routine Dez and Vegas are blindsided by a face all thought was dead…I don’t want to give away too many details but it was a rollercoaster ride of touch and go emotions for a bit. I will say some great developments were had and I’m eagerly awaiting the next installment in this unique series…we hear some hard truths from some of the lies that were being told.

There is an array of new information and I’m curious of what will become of it. But through it all Vegas and Dez are strong as ever together and I look forward to what their new abilities will bring to the table. Make sure you check out Burning, The Devil You Know, and Suffering before Speak of the Devil hits retailers later this month 🙂

The Word Bird

It’s been a long fall semester but I managed to escape unscathed. Now it’s time to get back to the writing part of my life. I have so many book projects I want to work on but have no idea where to start…here is a quick list of what I have planned for 2015…this is subject to change though…

Seer Destined

We All Fall Down

Looking for Love

Phoenix Awakening Prequel

Phoenix Awakening

 

I will also be releasing the first 3 Dark Indiscretions books in a box set and it will have special content and an extended exclusive look at Seer Destined as you patiently wait for it to be released which hopefully will be before my March signings 🙂

Here is the cover I’ve come up with for it…

Dark Indiscretions Box Set

 

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dark-Indiscretions-Box-Shakuita-Johnson-ebook/dp/B00RG43VV8/ref=asap_B00H5FFA4O?ie=UTF8

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-indiscretions-box-set-shakuita-johnson/1120976844?ean=2940151693493&itm=1&usri=2940151693493

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/dark-indiscretions-box-set

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id954199697

Blog Tour – Acquiesce by Cory Cyr

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Facebook Release Party: https://www.facebook.com/events/339909029523389/?ref_newsfeed_story_type=regular

 

Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/LZq7I3tuSdU

 

Blurb:

****18+ due to adult language and explicit sexual content*****

 

Caspian Vance~former child prodigy, now an accomplished professor of human sexuality at twenty-six has it all—an IQ that’s off the charts, a stellar career at which he excels, and the drop-dead looks and body that make women spontaneously combust with lust.

He’s been studying sex and women’s behavior since he was sixteen. When it comes to the science of human lust and the rewards of sexual pursuits, he has all the answers.

There’s one thing he knows for sure: “love” has nothing to do with it.

Sex is a basic, primal human need—love is an unstable, emotional complication. Both are present in a person, but completely unrelated. His own world of logic and fact accepts this truth and now. . .

He’s going to prove it.

When Cass takes a sabbatical to research his theory in order to write his third book, he enlists the help of a former lover and now owner of the world’s most exotic and secretive male brothel catering strictly to wealthy older women. On this remote Caribbean island, he uses his keen sense of observation and research to prove “love” is merely a series of chemical reactions in the human brain—nothing more.

Nicola Barrington~ had the perfect life, married to her soul mate.Ten years into her one and only relationship, her idyllic world is shattered by the death of her beloved husband. The loss of her “one true love” sends her into seclusion where she spends the next eleven years pining for the man she still loves.

The beautiful heiress, stays hidden away, her only connection to the outside world being being the hired help and her two close friends. Her friends know Nic has much to live for and are eager to see her find love again. . . and if not love, they would settle for her rediscovering the throes of lust.

As her 40th birthday approaches, her two friends succeed in coaxing her out of her emotionally safe haven to celebrate with a trip to an exclusive resort known for “restoring an older woman’s brilliant, inner glow.”

Caspian’s superiority and logic combined with Nic’s innocence and melancholy are on an imminent collision course. Sometimes even a genius has a hard time figuring out a woman.

 

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Where Did The Time Go

Well as I sit here and enjoy the last day of being in my 20s I look back on my life and think to myself, what have I done in the last almost 30 years of my life?

So many things…

I gave 8 years of my life to the USAF

I published a few stories

I’ve been overseas a few times

I got to go to the Louvre

Meet a lot of cool people

Went to a few book signings (some as fans and some as an author myself)

I lost my mom

I got two degrees (an AA in Logistics and a BA in Psychology)

Starting working on my Master’s

And so many more things I could probably say. My life has been good and bad, happy and sad, and I don’t think I would change a bit about it. Everything I’ve seen and done has made me into the person that I am today. Who knows what may have happened if some of the choices I made may have been different. All I can do is hope for another 30 or so years after this. Everyday is precious and all I can do is take things one day at a time and keep trying to do better tomorrow than I do today…

 

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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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Writer Funk

Since my first book was published I threw myself into this whole ‘author’ thing full force. I was a writing machine. The plot bunnies were hopping around like crazy and everything was all good. Then the weight of everything came crashing down and the outlet I used to love turned into so much work and stress. It became a whirlwind of marketing, promotions, teasers, release parties, and blog tours to name a few things. I lost what was important in my writing which is: LOVE. I loved writing and now it’s like pulling teeth to write the stories that used to flow so freely in my mind. I can’t connect the dots anymore. It’s a sad day and I’ve decided to take a break from my current momentum of writing. I’ve gotten an idea for a Dark Romance Suspense/Thriller that I’m excited about and I’m running with it for fun. I’m taking my time and don’t expect it to be done until next winter. I have to get my mojo back and the only way I can do that is to distance myself from a lot of things I was doing. No more blog tours, major promo, or parties. I have my pages that I will post info on about my books, my blog, and my website so if you want updates on any of my info make sure you are following my blog, website, and Facebook pages 🙂

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Until the next post….

Blog Tour + Review – Roman by Kimber S. Dawn

This is the Blog Tour for:

 

Roman is a man of little words and lesser morals. He’s a man who accepted his demons long before the average person even realized they had any. Roman has never felt emotions like guilt, shame, or remorse. Roman has also never felt love, sympathy, or compassion. 
Jaded for reasons unknown with more money at his disposal than he knows what to do with, Roman’s walk to the dark side began long before his first kill.He will taunt you, he will make you hope and watch in amusement as you fall for him, believing you’re the one who can save his soul. Believing you’re the one who can get through because the other twelve failed, you’ll know to the marrow of your bones how lucky being number thirteen really is…

How do I know all of this? Because, my name is Heather Mackenzie and I’ve been number thirteen for a lot longer than I ever intended to be.
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Roman…Roman…Roman. Where do I even begin with you? I’m truly at a loss for words. Kimber is an amazing author. Just when you think you know how the story’s going to go…BAM! She smacks you in the face with a twist you never saw coming. I don’t have enough words to adequately describe the mind fuck that is Roman. Rich, good looking, and used to getting what he wants, it seems he’s met his match with Heather. I can’t say too much on this one without giving away the entire storyline so I’ll say this…be prepared to engage in a roller coaster ride that will at times having you begging to get off and at others having you giddy with excitement. There were times I wanted to smack the shit out of not only Roman but Heather but love can make you do things you never thought you could do…and holy crap that ending. I need the next part of this story ASAP and the prologue for the next book only further brought out the WTFs out of my mouth. We end Roman with our mouths hanging wide open and wondering what the hell just happened…
Who is Kimber?
Shit, sometimes even I don’t know. However if I had to type up an author bio (which, son of a bitch, I do) this is how it would read. BTW, caught a lot of shit for this author bio. Really don’t give a fuck though, because I was asked to type up a bio. And if I can only say one thing for certain about myself, it’s this: I’m real, I don’t back down from what I believe, I say what I mean, and I mean what I say. I don’t bite my tongue and I never try to hide the ugly parts of who I am… You either love me or hate me, but if you love me… I’ll always be loyal, no fucking matter what 😉
I can be called a billon different things—daughter, mother, labor unit nurse, queen bitch, best friend, a lover, and a fighter. I’ve recently gone through some shit in my life I would have never believed possible, much less believed I would survive and come out conquering feats of which aren’t usually met by a small town southern girl. Either fucking way, I came out on top and stronger than before, and though I’ve been through hell and back, I’m still just lil ole me… a book blogger, book pimp, and a book whore. My two indulgences remain to be my Jack’s in life…Jack Daniel’s and Blackjack. My biggest dream, the day I’ll acknowledge that I’ve succeeded in life and can I die a happy woman, is the day I get to go two stark-naked hour-round sexual bouts with Jason Statham. *Sighs* 

I was born and raised in Louisiana… and No, I do NOT live in a bayou, I actually see the beaches on the gulf coast more than I see a bayou, lol. I started writing poems and short stories very early in my life. You know, for the Michael’s and Leo’s and Nick’s in my life. I’ve been a book hoarder since I was eleven years old, but then a couple years ago something wonderful happened! The 50 Shades of Grey craze brought to life my inner smut whore and I commenced to read anything and everything smut affiliated. When reading wasn’t enough anymore and I noticed that so many of the authors of my favorite indie authors and their books weren’t getting the exposure their work deserved, I turned it into a mission, starting my own blog, buying their books and reading them one by one. I then wrote my reviews for my blog and didn’t hold back in writing them (Hell yeah those motherfuckers a profanity laden). I’ve never done a single thing in my life halfway. I always go all in. After the success of my Blog, and the insistence of one of my bestest friends, my sister from another mister, Trina Taylor of Bad & Dirty Books, I was ready to finally take the plunge and see if I could write a book that was worth a damn. 

I’m a Southern girl to my core, a self-proclaimed smut whore, and I keep hearing that I’m an author, but honestly… I don’t believe the rumors. I don’t feel like a kickass bitch spittin’ out lyrics, or stories, like a motherfuckin’ rockstar. 

Tattooed across my ribs are the words I have always lived by: ‘Aut viam inveniam aut faciam tibi.’ Latin for: If I cannot find a way, I will make my own.

If you want to contact me, give me a shout out at 3am because my story just decimated your work day potential, or hell if you want to stalk me (I’ve met some of my BFF’s that way, don’t judge a stalker, they are awesome, fun, kickass bitches) follow me on these links:

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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 – The CEO by Niquel

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I will RIP your heart out…

Don’t let the dress fool you. I am the CEO of a billion dollar corporation named Quinn National. I set my own rules and do what I want, WHEN I want. I’ve devoured any male or female that has crossed my path and I refuse to FAIL. 

I wasn’t always this hard, so shut off from the world. I actually loved a man once, but I quickly realized that love makes you weak and I don’t DO weak—anymore. I’ve learned three cardinal rules to be successful in life. Number one: Do NOT get attached to ANYONE. Number two: Lock up my heart and throw away the key. 

And number three: SEX is power. To keep the power, you do things you’re not always proud of. I’m Sheila Quinn and I’ll show you what it takes to be the BOSS.
 
 
About the author
Niquel is the author of The Forbidden Series; A Forbidden Love and An Endless Love. She is a very creative soul and takes pride in all aspects of her art. Boston born and raised, she’s attended two colleges, one for graphic arts and the other for 3D animation. Last year she decided to revisit her long lost love for writing and has been going nonstop ever since. Her erotic romance A Forbidden Love is out now and the second book in the series, An Endless Love will be out this July!

Niquel currently lives just outside of Boston, with her very supportive significant other and their two precious daughters
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