So the turmoil I’ve been feeling I’ve channeled it somewhat…fans of And So She Waited I present to you this beautiful disaster…please feel free to share and download the PDF file…it’s a prelude short before the events of And So She Waited…just little inner monologues from some of the characters…an inner working if you will…thanks to my baby mama (Lark from Wycked Ink) for the hauntingly perfectly beautiful cover…BITTER RAPTURE!
DISCLAIMER: This is just a little something I did to clear my head…it probably has a few (a lot!) of mistakes but it was just something I wrote and wanted to share with you off the cuff on my blog…If you enjoyed this Bitter Rapture teaser and want to find out what happens to Raven, Remy, and Matthew in And So She Waited (it’s edited I promise!) you can find the links at the end of the short!
“My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker.”
When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot.
The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the casualty list is growing. And with each name that is added to those we’ve lost, my confidence cracks a little more.
Yet there is hope.
A child saved.
A life lost.
A prophecy fulfilled.
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EXCERPT FROM WOUNDED:
“You don’t think that all of the disasters that humanity has faced were all natural, do you? The bubonic
plague is a good example. It was blamed on a number of things. Rats, the Jewish people, punishment
from God. It all led to a cleansing of anything unusual. Mostly supernaturals, who were trying to blend in,
and in that process the humans wiped out many of their best defenders against the demon population,
which then went on to spread the plague across the world. But that is just one example.”
“What was the point though, wouldn’t the demons have wanted people to be alive so they could
possess them?” Liam asked.
Erik gave a ruthful smile. “Yes and no. The bubonic plague wasn’t so much about killing people off, as
it was infecting them. Making them weak and easier to possess. The plague compromised their immune
systems, allowing them to be taken over. Especially the young.”
Something about what Erik said sent a twang through my brain. I struggled to put the pieces together
that floated just out of reach. Damn it. Liam touched my arm. “What?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my palms into them, blocking out any light. “Just let me think for a
The feel of the night air and the sound of the fountain filled my ears as I looked at the pieces one by
Demons escaped in London who bred fast.
Minor supernaturals were being possessed by lesser demons and evil spirits.
Packs of Orion’s demons were free to cause chaos.
The only thing we were missing was a plague and then Orion would have access to all the young
people he wanted. The urge to vomit swelled up through my stomach and burned the back of my throat.
“Children are normally hard to possess, aren’t they?” That was why it had taken a full pentagram
when the black coven was trying to have India possessed so many months ago. At least, that was what I
Bert bobbed his head. “Yes, it can be very difficult to possess a child. There is a natural protection
over the young when it comes to demons, something the elementals put into play.” He grimaced as he
said ‘elemental’ and again I wondered at these particular supernaturals that I’d only just been hearing
about. “But when the small humans are ill, that protection goes into keeping them alive, rather than
keeping them from being possessed.”
Feeling like a bully, but not really caring, I leaned in to Bert. “How did the bubonic plague really start?”
An interesting thing happened. Bert paled and shook his head. “I can’t tell you.”
My eyebrows shot up and I glanced at Erik. “You want to make him talk, or do you want me to make
Erik shrugged. “Either way is fine. I haven’t interrogated a demon in years. I’ve missed it.”
Bert paled even more and his lower lip trembled. “I can’t tell you. I can’t. Tracker, Slayer both of you
have to trust me. Please.”
“Begging will get you nowhere, little demon.” Erik growled. He had a short, serrated knife in his hand
that he’d pulled from somewhere within his robes. It was curved, like a skinning knife, and if it hadn’t
been for the rough edges that’s what I would have called it.
“Track demons and evil spirits.” Bert blurted out as he fell to his knees. “Proof I am on your side. Track
them; you’ll see it isn’t me fooling you.”
Erik paused and looked over at me. “Up to you. Personally, I’d just as soon dice him up.”
“Fuck, why not, Tracking will take me two seconds.” I grumbled.
I send out a thread to Track demons as a whole, paired with a thread for evil spirits, just to satisfy—
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I swayed on my feet and went to one knee, the overwhelming wash of pings I got back seriously
making me re-think getting out of bed the day before.
We were surrounded by Orion’s minions.
Hundreds of them.
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Shannon Mayer lives in the southwestern tip of Canada with her husband, dog, cats, horse, and cows. When not writing she spends her time staring at immense amounts of rain, herding old people (similar to herding cats) and attempting to stay out of trouble. Especially that last is difficult for her.
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U.S. Marshal, Jacey Noble, has just taken a well-deserved vacation when one of her fugitives
ends up murdered. Detective Trent Vinolva is less than enthusiastic to take on a new partner, especially
the hot-blooded Jacey. When they encounter a werewolf at the scene, Jacey is thrust into a new world
of supernatural beings and high-stakes encounters with no one else to turn to but Trent.
Jacey discovers that she’s a Shadow, one of an order of powerful beings that are able to
manipulate darkness. Amidst the whirlwind of discovering her newly activated powers, Jacey must solve
the murder while battling sexual tension with Detective Vinolva. Things get interesting when the pair is
led to Jacey’s demon father and her flame throwing sister. Finding herself in a new world on the brink of
supernatural war, Jacey doesn’t know who to trust. She must rely on instinct to traverse the
With the Supernatural Council and Trent, Jacey attempts to accomplish the impossible: evade
the Shadows who are on her tail and solve a murder. The only assurance in Shadow Cursed is
uncertainty. Jacey must journey down a trail of mystery, destruction, and romance.
My house looked the same as when I left it, but when I got up to the door, I could feel there was
a change in the atmosphere. The feeling was unexplainable, but I knew there was someone in the
house. My gun was in my harness, so I pulled it out. Slowly, I unlocked the door, kicking it open to startle
whoever was waiting inside. Nothing happened. I moved in, looking in all directions. Frowning when I
didn’t see anything, I pointed the gun over toward my sofa, where two people sat, looking comfortable.
One was a good-looking guy with sandy blond hair and green eyes that appeared to be amused with my
“Hey! That’s my vacation popcorn, jerk!” I glared at him as he munched from the bowl I just had
the night before. Did he pick that shit up off the floor?
The guy grinned and slowly popped another piece in his mouth. “Never had it with chocolate
before. It’s not bad.”
Next to him was a woman that was clearly not amused with how we were interacting. She wore
her blond hair back in a high ponytail, her makeup done in a way that screamed dominatrix or psycho
bitch. She snatched the popcorn bowl away from the man and set it on the table. Her nails were long
and sharp, painted blood red. What stood out the most about her was that she was dressed in all black
leather. Not something I would do, but since she had a great body, the woman was able to pull it off.
With me, I’d be walking funny as I made noises from the leather.
“Put the gun down, Jacey.” She looked down at her nails like she was bored with me already.
Hello, I have a gun!
“I don’t follow orders.” I say, shrugging. Damn Trent for not following me home.
Men were such assholes sometimes. It was ridiculous!
Nodding, the guy put his feet up on my coffee table, his shit kickers not even close to clean.
“Hey, I bought that off a military guy who got it from Germany.” I went over and kicked his boots off.
“Respect my shit. You’re worse than a kid.”
The woman looked over at her partner. “Knock it off, you can flirt later.”
“This is flirting? Crap, I am totally doing it wrong. Breaking into homes and eating their food is a
much better idea!” I acted like I was impressed with the technique.
“My name is Luca Taborn. This bitch is my partner, Casey Banks, and we are here to bring you in
for violating the Shadow code.”
After rubbing my eyes, I focus in on a figure standing in the corner of the bedroom. It was Trent,
and his gaze on me seemed suspicious. He looks even better in the light! His tanned skin fit
perfectly with his eyes so blue that they seemed unnatural. They were practically electric and I found
that both beautiful and creepy at the same time. We could get passed that. After we get married, they
will become normal to me. Then there was his bad boy, rock star haircut, which pointed out in several
directions to finally swoop out a little in the front. His hair was dark like I thought it was, almost like a
dark brown, but closer to black. He looked every bit of the bad boy that I thought him to be. The man
always seemed to have an intense look about him, and the shadowy beard he now sported only
Smiling what I considered my sexy smile, I said, “So did we um-“ I did the hand motions of what
kids learned in school meant humping.
His eyes widened, either in shock or disgust.
I frowned. “What? Am I the ugly coyote?”
Trent shook his head, wiping a hand over his face that was clearly showing signs of stubble. My
head tilted to the side as I heard his hand move over the scruff. It made my stomach flip, in a good way.
“We did not have sex.” He grumbled.
Throwing my hands up in the air, I glared. “Seriously? You can’t do this when we get married. I
have to get laid at least twice a day. Sometimes more. We can use the breastfeeding room at my
“We aren’t going to get married.” He made a face. “And the breastfeeding room? That is
Winking, I smiled. “It’s just a room. It has a cot. It will work.”
Shrugging, I eyed him as he continued to circle me. Was he the tiger and I, his prey?
“I am also a Shadow, your enemy.”
“There is that.” He stopped in front of me, a hand coming up to touch my face. I let him. I should
have flipped out and tried to bite his hand or something, but I wanted to be touched. By someone.
Anyone. “I can tell you are different, though.”
The way he said it made me feel like someone actually believed in me. No one in my life
ever took me seriously, yet here was this beautiful man standing in front of me, saying all the right
things. His eyes were a brilliant blue, and reminded me of one of those summer days without a cloud in
the sky. “How do you know?”
Evander leaned forward, his lips brushing over mine. My whole body shivered, causing my knees
to go weak. He put an arm around my waist. “I can tell because the power I feel rolling off of you is
unlike anything I have felt before. There have been stories about a beautiful woman who would lead the
“That could be anyone,” I whisper, his lips hardly an inch away.
“No, I am pretty sure that you are the one.” Finally, his lips connect with mine, his arms
wrapping me against him. I respond instantly to him, my desire building. All I wanted to do was rip his
clothes off. It was like prom night all over again, when I tried to make Daniel Hawkins lose his virginity to
me. I know that usually happens the other way around with the guy trying to get the girl to put out. But
hey, girls have needs, too.
My mind went blank when his fingers lightly grazed the small of my back, making heat rise in me
so fast I was having a hard time standing up. He felt me responding, so he went for my shirt. I helped
him, letting it drop to the floor. As his eyes traveled my body, I didn’t feel as insecure as I usually did. I
actually felt beautiful to him. Powerful in my own way. Then his eyes landed on my tattoos. He used a
gentle finger to touch them, going around to my back. He kissed my neck. “My Queen. You have the
I was too into the feeling of him touching me to respond intelligently. He came back around and
kissed my neck on the opposite side, then lowered to my collar bone. “Have dinner with me.” He said.
I laughed, breathlessly. “Didn’t we just do that?”
Evander flashed me another smile. “Not properly. I want to show you that I am more than a
man who wants sex.” He took a deep breath as if trying to control himself, his hands rubbing up my
sides. “It will be hard, but I will stop myself, for now.”
Smiling back at him, I touch the skin on his stomach by putting my hands under his shirt. “As
long as we can come back to your place afterwards.”
Ten Fun Facts about N.L. Hoffmann
1. Love nail polish… I have over 100 right now
2. I am random. I will talk about one thing but
suddenly bring up another
3. I enjoy pranking people
4. I love my car and treat it like my other child
5. My kids have inherited my creepiness
6. I am a quiet person
7. I draw tattoos, several of them have been put on
bodies including the one that covers my husband’s entire back.
8. I wish I was ninja
9. I like to travel
10. Is an Army brat
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About the Author
N.L Hoffmann is a new paranormal romance author who is currently working on a series called
The Daughters of Darkness. Her first book, Blood Slaves, released in January 2014 and just recently on
August 1, 2014 she released book two of the series, Shadow Cursed.
Hoffmann was born in Germany to her German native mother and her American soldier father.
The family moved home to the states, where she grew up in a rural farm town in Michigan with
her parents and two younger brothers. There, in her pre-teens, is when she began writing and
developed her love for literature.
Today, Hoffmann resides in a small town in Missouri with her husband and three children. When
Hoffmann isn’t busy putting words on the page she enjoys reading, drawing, playing loving pranks on
her husband (such as, painting his toenails hot pink while he sleeping), and spending time with her
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That Which Destroys Me
***This is a story of perseverance, trying to overcome the transgressions others inflict upon you, it’s a story of love gone wrong and obsession gone mad. This book contains raw and graphic sex, obscene language, violence, torture, rape, assault, none of which is limited to persons over the age of consent. This book is intended for MATURE AUDIENCE MEMBERS ONLY, and NOT intended for the weak at heart, nor persons with triggers related to child assault, rape or abuse.***
A beautiful, enchanting story of love, happiness—*Record needle scratches across vinyl*
I’m just fucking with you. Love, happiness, and fairy tales… Yeah, they don’t live here anymore. The only things residing amongst these thin and barren walls are Dominance, submission, and twisted fucking obsession. Stella gets knocked down over and over throughout her life… Though she is bloodied and battered she stands back up every single time, smirks and nods before asking, “That all you got?”.
Wesley has shoved his way through the rich life with both middle fingers up. He’s also shoved his way through half of the socialite population, but all that vanilla has left him a starved man. He knows he can’t keep his Dom fed with kinky little masochistic vanilla’s anymore. On his mission to find the perfect sub, Wesley stumbles across a broken, shattered angel, only to find when she comes up swinging, that this little angel knows how to fight.
He wants to be the one who breaks her…
But it’s not a question of who breaks her, the question is who destroys her.
“We will fight, angel. We’ll fight hard. But it’ll be worth every strike below the belt. Every hateful or spiteful word said, because when we love, when we fuck, when our passion reaches an intensity so goddamn powerful like it has every single time, it’ll extinguish all the bad. I want all your hate, Stell…Just as much as I want all your love. We are doing this. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it, angel. Is that understood?”—Wesley Jacobs
5 holy shit, what just happened to me stars
Honestly I still done know what to say. I still have no words to adequately described the pleasure/pain experienced while reading Wesley and Stella’s story. To say I was taken on a roller coaster ride would be an understatement. This was twisted, raw, no holds bar, unadulterated mind fuckery, camouflaged as maybe there just might be, but no, its not Fucking happening.
Hey I told you I didn’t have the right words. Don’t shake your head at me!
That Which Destroys Me was adequately named because it did just that, it completely and utterly destroyed me. Just when I though maybe Stella’s shit life couldn’t possibly not getting any shittier, boy was I completely surprised my the events that were masterfully unfolding before me. I thought I knew but I had no idea WTFery I was getting into.
There were hard truths explored in That Which Destroys Me, not only about the characters themselves but about aspects of my own life I was forced to confront while emerging myself in page by agonizing page.
But when it was good it was so good it hurt. Wesley and Stella burned up the pages with their desire, obsession, and unhealthy love. They were no Romeo and Juliet but that was okay. That made their love for one another realer because it was unfiltered. They fucked up and they overreacted and they walked away when they should have stayed and talked shit out but when emotions are high and pride even higher we make choices. Sometimes those choices liberate us and sometimes those choices destroy us.
This is not a love story but a story about love. All consuming, can’t even think straight, want to kill anyone that looks at you sideways love.
But the icing on the twisted fucked up cake was the monster watching and silently waiting in the shadows because he’s more twisted and fucked up then everyone else in the room and he manages to hide it until he’s so cocky and sure of himself he just can’t resist letting us know how truly sick and evil his intentions lie. The only thing I could think once his true face was revealed was what in the name of all that’s holy happened to this little boy as a child to make him go bat shit Fucking crazy!!!
Walk don’t run and pick up your copy ASAP!!!
Teasers A Plenty
Who is Kimber? Shit, sometimes even I don’t know, lmao. 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, wife, mother, labor unit nurse. I sell pussy on the side. *Coughs* That would be Persian kittens, thank you…you dirty-minded scoundrel. I’m a book blogger, book pimp, and a book whore. My two indulgences are 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 Michaels and Leos and Nicks 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, lol. 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.
The moment you all have been waiting for….the cover reveal of The Escapist!!
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What if you were wanted for a crime you didn’t commit? What would you do if you could glimpse the future?
After an innocent encounter with a stranger, a consultant loses consciousness and awakens the next day suddenly able to glimpse events that have yet to happen, 24 hours into the future. He follows the enigmatic stranger’s every move in an attempt to unravel the mystery. Soon he can’t sleep, he’s lost his appetite and thoughts are running through his mind at 100 miles an hour. His relationship, his job and the predictable life he thinks he knows begins to fall apart at the seams. Reliance on untested allies becomes a must while he is being chased offshore by a corrupt organization and federal agents, all determined to bring him down. To survive, he has to exploit his new-found talents to stay one step ahead of his pursuers or escape will be next to impossible.
Steve Powell is a writer and freelance artist who resides in the Washington DC metro area. He has travelled extensively to gain rich experiences and perspectives to draw his ideas from. In his spare time he does acrylic painting. A former management consultant, he currently provides creative design services via his company: Neptune Inc. He has provided short stories and artwork for publications such as Conceit magazine and Antarctic Press.
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