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Blog Tour – Hidden Barriers by Sara Shirley

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

Josh & Sam’s Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Excerpt

JOSH

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

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

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

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

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

Sam & Josh

SAM

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

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

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

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

 

Three Years

Book One

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“Live your Dreams, Follow your Heart”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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About the AuthorA romance novel addict finds herself staying up well past her bedtime to see how the next story is going to end. Sara spends her days living on a vineyard in wine country with her husband and cat. Her family hailed from Italy where her ancestors lived in the mountains of Rocca di Cambio. A former Broadway star and champion skier whose career was cut short because of her passion for being a wine sommelier. It was on her way west where she met her husband, the President of a very influential MC in California. You can find her riding off through the vineyards on the back of a Harley almost every night.

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

In Vino Veritas

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Look Before You Leap…

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When it comes to matters of the heart there are an abundant of quotes…

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

-From Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem In Memoriam:27, 1850

‘Tis absence, however, that makes the heart grow fonder.

-The contemporary version appears in The Pocket Magazine of Classic and Polite Literature, 1832, in a piece by a Miss Stickland

“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.”

-Khalil Gibran

These are just a few used when dealing with the heart and love. I say all that to say this…

Love can make people do unusual and unexpected things. It can make you reject all that you’ve ever known and change the person you’ve always been. It can be an unhealthy obsession or the best thing that ever happens in your life. I believe everyone has a soul-mate. I believe the mythology of the Greeks about soul-mates to be the closest explanation of how I also feel about the word.

It is said that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete them.

-Plato on soul mates

Again I said all that to say this…I believe in Soul-Mates…I believe in giving my all in a relationship and not holding back because until I prove otherwise the person that I’m vibing with could be the missing half of my soul. Here is my problem, I believe in love so much that I put my whole heart into my relationships. Even when those relationships don’t work out, when the next one comes along I’m just as open, caring, and giving. I don’t look before I leap. Why do I do this? I could tell you a number of reasons like blaming horoscopes (I’m a Scorpio), loneliness, or a number of other reasons. What I do know is that I give 110% in my relationships and I’ve tried everything imaginable to make sure they work. I hear stories of couples being together from their first date even after sleeping together, high school sweethearts, blind dates, you name it I’ve probably heard the love story. Am I bitter? Maybe, no one wants to be alone and if they say they do I think they aren’t being honest with themselves. Now am I saying settle for the first thing that comes along and shows you attention? No. You have standards, don’t lower them. There is someone (soulmate) who will not only meet them but surpass them.

I was married for 3 months because I leaped before I looked. Even when I knew in my heart that it wasn’t meant to be, I let what I believed should be happening to cloud my good judgment. My common sense. I listen to sappy love songs and I find myself waking up in the middle of the night with tears stained on my pillow. I give myself pep talks about finding love when I least expect it and I hate it. I absolutely hate it. When I do meet someone and I think we click, everything is going well, and then BAM! things change. I start to feel like I’m not good enough. The texts go from every morning, night, and hour in between, to I feel like I’m a stalker vying for the attention that I should have. It’s like a complete 180 and it in turn only makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong. I start to question not only myself but my sanity. What am I doing wrong? Like I said I hear all the love at first site and we had sex on the first date and now we’ve been together 5, 10, 15, 20+ years and the only thing I can think in response is, Mm…anytime I’ve had sex on the first day I didn’t get a phone call the next day. Doesn’t matter if we had been texting weeks prior to said first date. Again I ask, what am I doing wrong?

Recently I’ve met a super cool guy. We talked for weekends through the phone before we even had our first day. Then we had a second dinner date, and spend the 4th together for our third and now I’m beginning to let past heartbreak confuse and bewilder me. If I don’t get a text back right away I’m nervous. I start to second guess myself…am I texting too much, is this the same amount of texts I was sending before, is he bored of me already? Yes I’m a head case and neurotic. I can’t help it…I have anxiety and it seems to skyrocket when beginning a new relationship (is it even a relationship, does 3 dates a relationship make). So are there really soul-mates and if so where the hell is mine?

Sneak Peak – Dark Indiscretions: A Prequel Chapters Prologue-2 by Shakuita Johnson

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Just finished the first draft of A Prequel last night and thought I’d post a little sneak peak…Please if you haven’t read Dark Indiscretions and Dark Indiscretions: Monster Unleashed read with caution. I would hate to spoil it for anyone. Here are chapters Prologue-2…it’s unedited and subjected to change. Just throwing that out there 🙂 So leave me a comment letting me know what you think…

Prologue

20 A.D.

Six-year-old James Johnson was lonely. His parents had decided that they weren’t going to have any more kids after him, so he was the only child. It wasn’t supposed to be that way. James and his family were Mystics – vampyra shape shifting witches. They were the monsters other monsters were afraid of. They killed without remorse or preamble. They were fanatics about maintaining a “pure” bloodline. Mystics would marry a brother or sister from the family and reproduce other Mystics. It was a long-standing tradition. His parents deciding to only have one child went against their culture and everything they believed in.

James wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now. After his birth his parents should have tired for a girl so he would have someone to grow up with and marry. They were supposed to be so closely bonded that they would be like an extension of each other. Only it wasn’t going to happen. He was going to be alone for a very long time. He couldn’t marry anyone else because all his other family members were already spoken for. At six this was a hard reality to face. While his cousins were running around hand in hand with their chosen he only had himself to keep him company. Something his six-year-old mind didn’t understand or was capable of comprehending. All he knew was he should be paired up just like his cousins.

James looked up from his dirt piles he was playing with at the sound of someone shuffling up the valley. It was midday and the sun was hot and shining. He saw a small boy making his way to where James knelt in the dirt. He looked smaller than James. He had never seen this boy before and because of that James was wary. His species was the top of the food chain. His father would kill him if he let someone get the better of him. It didn’t matter that he was only six. It wouldn’t do to be taken by surprise by this stranger. He stood and bared his tiny fangs.

“Who are you? Why have you come here?” James demanded in a tiny but fierce voice. Even at only six he was a trained killer.

“My name is Kain. My parents were talking with your parents down towards camp and they said you were here playing. I asked if I could come join you and here I am,” Kain explained with his tiny hands curled to his side and his head cocked.

“Are you new here?” James asked but didn’t retract his fangs yet.

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

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

“No. It’s just me,” Kain said.

“Me too! Want to be bestest friends?” James asked excitedly finally putting away his fangs at this new prospects before him.

“Yes!” Kain shouted just as excited.

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

The each nicked their finger with a fang until blood swelled up to the top. They touched their fingertips to each other’s and in an instant a bond was made. Best friends forever and ever as long as they both still lived.

 

 

Chapter 1

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Today was James’s birthday. He was going to be sixteen. Kain was coming over and they were going to go hunting by themselves for the first time. Her couldn’t wait! Kain’s birthday was two days before but he waited for James so they could celebrate together.

They had remained best friends for ten years now. He was the brother James would never have. They were as thick as thieves. They did everything together. If they could they would spend every waking moment together.

James made sure his tunic was secured and raced to the door.

“For goodness sakes James he will knock once he’s here. You don’t have to seem like an eager puppy every time Kain’s around,” Marcella Johnston said for the hundredth time.

She was beautiful. His mother. She had long raven hair with tiny ringlet curls and blue eyes. She had the same hair and eyes that James saw every time he saw his reflection. She was fairly tall for a woman. Five feet, seven inches tall with bronzed skin. His mother loved walking outside in her gardens. It was weird for a Mystic but whatever.

“Please Mother. No teasing. I don’t have anyone else to play with since you and father refuse to have anymore children,” James sulked.

“Not this again. One is all I wanted. I don’t have time to be running around a bunch of little monsters. You and Kain are quite enough. He’s here half the time. Some days I swear it’s like I have two children.”

“You should have had two children at least. One boy and one girl, then I wouldn’t be the laughing stock of the entire family. It’s unheard of! Whom am I supposed to marry now?”

His mother made a face at him. Gah! She was such a child sometimes. For once he wished she would take his complaints seriously.

“Don’t be such a baby Jamie.”

“I hate it when you call me that!”

Just as his mother went to respond with probably something else to make him angry there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it. It should be Kain,” James said.

When James opened the door he was a bit surprised to see not only Kain but also his parents. What the hell where they doing here?

“It’s a bout time! We have to come up with a hunting plan. It will be dark soon,” James stated.

“Well about that…seems our fathers think they should come with us,” Kain said with a sad smile.

“What? No! We are sixteen and more than capable of hunting on our own. Every other Mystic does,” James raged.

“You are still so young. Your father and I will just trail behind the both of you. You will hardly know we are there,” Daniel O’Grady said calmly.

He was a big man of about six feet, seven inches. He had darker brown hair and brown eyes on fair skin. He was also very muscular for a Mystic because they tended to be leaner. He looked like he could bowl over a whole field of people. Even still, James wasn’t afraid of him.

“No! Where is my father? Father, come out here right now,” James demanded.

He knew he was acting like the child they still believed they were but he didn’t care. It was his damned birthday! His father walked in like he owned the place. Well technically he did but James was well into his tantrum and wasn’t about to stop now.

Besides his father didn’t scare him either. Well not much anyway. Michael Johnston’s very presence in a room commanded respect. Sometimes James didn’t like to give it to him. This was one of those times. Strangely his father loved when James challenged him. Claimed it kept him on his toes. They had a very strange relationship.

His father was just as attractive as his mother. His father’s skin was much paler in comparison to hers and his eyes where a vibrant green. He kept his fire red hair in one long braid down his back. He was six feet, five inches of lean muscle but one should never let that lead them to believe he couldn’t do a great deal of damage to anyone bigger than him. His father played to win. Always.

“You bellowed,” Michael said with mirth.

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t come tagging along on my first solo hunt. What will people think?” James was screeching at this point.

“Shit James with all that screaming you are doing people will probably think you’re a girl,” Michael mocked.

“You’re not fucking going!” James yelled. “We are sixteen and it is our right.”

Michael just gave his only child a long look. He was his baby boy regardless of what anyone else thought. His son was a good egg. Yes he was a killer but he had honor. He had values. He wasn’t ready to send him out on his own. Even if Kain would be accompanying him on his first solo hunt. Daniel felt the same way so they had came up with this unheard of turn of events. Michael knew it was time to take a gamble.

Mystics where know as cold and uncaring but it wasn’t entirely true. He loved his family and he would be damned if his only son was hurt on his first hunt. He was fucking going with him or he wasn’t going at all.

“Either Daniel and I are going with you boys or you want be going at all,” Michael said looking his son right in the eyes.

“This is total fucking bullshit!” James screamed as he smashed anything he could find that was breakable.

Kain just shook his head. He wanted to go hunting. He didn’t care if both their damn parents watched from the background. He was hungry. He hoped James got over his tantrum before the sunset and they needed to be out the door. All these years later and James still insisted on acting like a toddler whenever he didn’t get his way. Kain was losing patience with his best friend really fast.

 

 

Chapter 2

“Well now you’ve done it Michael. He’s going to break every piece of pottery he can find in his outrage,” Marcella said. “This is entirely your fault you know. You let him get away with bloody murder.”

Marcella looked at her husband in amusement. James was a handful and spoiled. She didn’t mind in the slightest. She was glad they had only one child. She loved being able to have one on one time with her son whenever she wanted. She didn’t have to compete for his attention. She hated being second best, and that would include the daughter she was supposed to have for James to marry. She was selfish and she didn’t care. That may be were James got it from.

“He will get tired soon enough,” Michael replied. “So Kain are you ready to go on your first hunt?”

“I’ve been ready for the last two days. If I hadn’t told James I would wait for him I’ve had already been on a hunt,” Kain said.

James was still smashing vases in the background but stopped at the sound of Kain’s voice.

“You would have left me?” James asked with a pout.

“Will you cut it out James. I want to go on a hunt. Who cares if they follow behind us?” Kain pleaded.

Kain was used to James’s outbursts by now but sometimes he just wanted to shake his best friend. They had a damn hunt to go on and James was throwing one of his famous tantrums. Kain was an only child too but he never acted this way. His father would kill him. After his mother beat him first to soften him up!

“I care. This hunt is supposed to signify our independence. How can it do that if our daddies are tagging along?” James whined and stomped his foot for good measure.

“Oh come off it James. We are going. You’ll hardly know we are there,” Michael said firmly.

James knew it was a losing battle. His father was getting impatient with him. He would only let him act out so much before he would have to punish him. James hated being punished.

“Fine but not so close,” James compromised.

“You won’t even know we’re there,” Michael agreed.

“Excellent. Abaigeal dear we will be back before you know it,” Daniel said to his wife.

She was as pale as James’s father and had hair just as red with emerald green eyes. She was a short and tiny thing though. James wasn’t sure how she carried Kain’s big ass in her small body.

“Of course dear. Marcella and I will just have ourselves a bit of girl talk while we clean all these vases James smashed,” Abaigeal replied.

James felt a little guilty about his outburst but not enough to offer to clean it up himself. He was spoiled he admitted it. Perks of being the only child. Sometimes it didn’t suck so badly. This was one of those times.

“Come on boys let’s go scout out an area. Has to be some humans out roaming around, begging to be eaten,” Michael announced. “Tell your mothers goodbye so we can go. The sun is setting.”

James and Kain gave their mothers a kiss on the cheek and quickly made their way to the door. They were pumped and ready to feed. They were that much closer to being men in the eyes of their fathers. They didn’t want to mess it up.

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James could barely contain his excitement. He couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into some poor unsuspecting human. Usually his father or mother would take someone down then he would drink after them. There was no struggle or fight by the time he feed. They were already close to death and he just finished the job. He wanted a challenge.

He was determined to show his father he didn’t need a babysitter. Kain was the only backup he needed. The only backup he ever wanted. The sun had set completely and James walked side by side with Kain and they scanned the horizon and listened closely to their surroundings. True to their words, their fathers weren’t seen or heard but James knew they were watching and waiting. Ready to jump in if need be.

James spotted the people first and nudged Kain to look as well. Kain gave him a brilliant full on smile and shook his head in agreement. They would have to be silent, deadly, and fast. There were twelve kids who looked to be around the same ages as Kain and James. This would be easy. Six and six, surely they could each handle a few tiny humans.

They continued their slow approach to the twelve unsuspecting humans but blended more with the shadows. No need to spook them before they were right upon them and able to stop them from getting away or screaming. The shock of what was about to happen would keep them occupied long enough for them to drain everyone dry before anyone could think to make a single move or run away.

James heart raced in excitement, anticipation, and a small dose of fear. This was it. The moment he had been waiting for, for sixteen years. Once James felt he and Kain were close enough he gave the signal they had discussed days ago.

They pounced at the same time and that’s when they realized they had made a mistake, a very big one at that. These weren’t just your average slow, ill-prepared humans. These were something more and they were prepared and ready.

 

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Blog Tour and Review – That Which Destorys Me by Kimber S. Dawn

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Synopsis:

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

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My Review

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!!!

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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.

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Release Day It’s LIVE – Dark Indiscretions: Monster Unleashed by Shakuita Johnson

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Blurb

 

What would you do if the one fate chose for you vanished into thin air? What would you give up? Who would you become to stay with that person?

Krista Bell finally knows what it’s like to be free. The torture she endured at the hands of her psychotic father have unleashed the monster her mother tried so hard to help her suppress. The only thing she wants to do is be the shadow in the night that everyone is afraid of.

Taser is barely holding it together. He lost Kris once to her father and now he’s losing her to the monster she is becoming. He’s also barely containing his own monster since Krista decided she didn’t need her mates anymore. Nathan is still near but he may not be enough.

Nathan is on the verge of losing not one but both of his mates. One vanished without a trace. The other is avoiding him. He has run out of patience with them both.

But when the monster that Krista has become comes to them with a proposal will they take her up on it and possibly lose themselves or will they try to talk her down and get the beast to put back on her chain?

 

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It had been two months. Two months since she killed her whole family. Two months since she ran and never looked back. Two months of looking over her shoulder. Something was wrong with her. Jennifer Johnston just knew it. She was craving things she had never wanted before, never ever had needed. It was getting harder and harder to resist the silent call, the cravings that started to crawl up her throat to the point of choking her with their mounting intensity. She didn’t know how much longer she could run, how much longer she could say no to these sudden scary and violent urges.

She needed to find someone to talk to, another Mystic perhaps, but she didn’t know who she could trust. She had done something no other Mystic had done before. She wasn’t like the rest of them. She was different. Some may even say defective. She didn’t want to become an inbred freak like the rest of them, but she feared it had been done. The things her uncle had succeeded in doing before she could get away from him, before she had the strength to kill him, may be coming back to haunt her.

She needed to rest for just a little while. That old barn looked like as good a place as any. She would only rest for a second more. As she quickly and quietly made her way to her destination, she heard noises in the distance. What sounded like a tiny cavalry was coming up fast behind her. She tried to duck before she was spotted, but it seemed her luck was still running thin. She braced herself for a possible fight.

“Halt! What business do you have on this land?” a male voice called out.

“I’m just a bit lost. Could you point me in the direction of an inn?” Jenny asked, trying to appear disoriented.

“Lying Mystic scum! We can smell your trickery and deceit from here. Where are the rest of you? What trap is this?” the male demanded.

Shit. Humans she could have easily dealt with, other paranormals not so much. This would be tricky. She counted eight soldiers. They should have brought more.

“I don’t want any trouble. Leave me be and I’ll be on my way,” Jenny tried to reason with the creatures.

“Grab her!” the male demanded.

Awesome! They were going to play try to capture the Mystic. Jenny did something she had never done before. She used her Mystic powers. She called upon all the energy she could muster, which was a whole hell of a lot, and let loose. Damn, something was defiantly changing with her right now, but she didn’t have time to explore it. She heard screams from all eight men. She had overloaded their nervous systems. She could see blood start to seep from any and everywhere possible. It was disgusting.

Not wanting them to suffer more than they were already, Jenny sent a final blast and everything stopped. Not a single heart beat anymore. She had killed them, every last one of them. She didn’t have time to feel bad for the lives she had taken. They left her no choice. The worst part of it all, she thought to herself, was that she should have drained at least one of them dry. She was so fucking hungry! She performed a quick spell to turn the bodies to ash and continued on her way to that damn barn.

 

 

About The Author

 

IMG_0556Shakuita Johnson is a 29-year-old Psychology major. When she isn’t going to school or working, she is doing what she loves most. Writing. She started writing in middle school. Starting with poetry. Then short stories in a creative writing course her senior year. Her love for paranormal and supernatural started with R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps books and TV show, Anne Rice Vampire Chronicles, and Christopher Pike books. She is an avid reader with over 100 books on her bookshelf and 1000 plus on her iPad. This is her second novel. Visit her online and read her poems and one attempt at songwriting on her blog.

 

 

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Review – Raw by Belle Aurora

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Started reading Raw Wednesday night…had to make myself go to bed instead of pulling an all nighter…then decided it would be a good idea to finish it at work the next day. Mistake…hard to explain why you’re crying like a two year old while reading on your iPad at work…then I came home and was so exhausted I fell asleep at 330 pm and didn’t wake up into 130 am…that is what Raw did to me…

 

My Review

 

This may seem like a bad review but it’s not. It’s so fucking not. I am in love with this damn book. It spoke to my soul.

Love is a drug and like any drug you will do anything to have it…

Raw oh my good I’m conflicted I’m loving it but I hate it! If that makes sense. It’s like the story of my soul. I get it. Maybe I’m just damaged lol but it brings home the fact that one act can change your life regardless of if you know it or not.

But it’s one of those I can see why ppl hate it hahahaha but it’s so gritty and real all the bad stuff they said I can see it. Hell I’ve lived it. Anyone who’s loved a boy that they knew was bad for them but did anyway even though it went against everything they believed in. Shit is believable. Ppl are too caught up on the sappy happy books, they have a time and place but this shit hits home it’s like my poetry to me. Real and unfiltered. Raw just like the book says. Everything is laid bare and I love it.

Sometimes we want things in life and don’t know how to ask for it. Sometimes we just want someone else to recognize the pieces that are missing within out hearts, our souls. My heart hurt reading this book. It heart for all the times I thought someone had seen me only to realize that it was a lie. Twitch saw Lexi but she didn’t see him but as the reader I saw him.

The part where she talks about the good and bad of their “relationship” is poetic in its explanation. Summed up to what so many live by…”I’ll take the bad just so I can have the good.” So many people stay in a relationship that’s going to open them wide open and pour salt in their wounds just for those small smiles and the unguarded touches. Those moments keep you going and staying even when your head so no. But your heart, your damn bleeding heart says yes. Stay along for the ride because we will get to have that moment on more damn time! Gah, this book is ruining me…

You know it’s bad when you’re lying to your best friend. When you’ve never had secrete before. Is it shame we feel or something else? Love is something that no one can really explain when they feel it. It makes you do things you didn’t know you were capable of doing. And when it’s gone…it takes a part of you right down to your soul and makes you physically sick so you sometimes hang on even when you know you shouldn’t.

The conflict he felt for falling in love even when he wasn’t trying. That’s the love that hits and hurts the hardest. The love you never saw coming.

I get this book so much. Parts could be my life. Knowing someone’s bad for you, they treat you like crap, you swear you’re mad and will never talk to them or you’re gonna give them a piece of your mind, but you see them and everything stops. You just want to get that moment back again. It’s easier to give in then to fight…I get it all to well.

And that song…that damn Maroon 5 song “One More Night,” I can’t even…no words. Perfect…

I love that Twitch is getting attached to someone. In his own way he likes Michael.

And now I’m crying like a newborn baby and I need a blanket and a pillow. I’m done…so done. Why, why, why?? I’m never going to recover from this…

Favorite quote:

“What’s your name?”

“Doesn’t matter. You’ll forget it once I’m gone.”

“No, I won’t.”

Cover Reveal – The Queen of Swords by Nina Mason

It’s my pleasure to help reveal the cover for the upcoming novel The Queen of Swords by Nina Mason. What a gorgeous cover!

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ABOUT THE BOOK

Taglines:

A paranormal tale of undying love.

A love powerful enough to reach beyond the grave.

Short blurb:

THE QUEEN OF SWORDS tells the story of a white witch who returns every hundred years to reunite with her soul mate, who’s been earthbound by a dark wizard’s curse. Will she find a way for them to be together this time around?

Longer Blurb:

When Graham Logan 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–two things his beliefs won’t allow him to do. Graham rages at God: Why give her back only to take her again?

Cat Fingal, the third coming of Graham’s beloved, won’t let him slip away so easily. A white witch, she casts a spell to summon him—for answers, among other things.

Graham has other problems, too. Like the seductress who wants him for herself and the dark wizard who cursed him and killed Cat the first two times.

Will she find a way to save him this time around?

EXCERPTS

Graham had just come upon the misplaced diaries—in the cupboard under the stairs—when he caught a whiff of something burning. Concerned, he stepped back into the foyer. A quick look around revealed nothing unusual. He sniffed the air, again detecting smoke, though none of the toxic undertones of a house fire. Neither did it smell of a choked chimney. It was, in fact, pleasantly herbal—like the juniper-laced bonfires of Beltane he knew in his youth. Was Branwen burning incense…or Benedict trying out a new pipe tobacco?

Shrugging it off, he grabbed the box of diaries and headed for the stairs. As he climbed, so did the smoke. A picture of Caitriona came into his mind. Or was it Catharine…or the new one? He couldn’t be sure as she was naked and her hair hung loose. As she reached for him, he saw something odd: a blue fire the size of a pilot light in the center of each palm.

Like moth to flame, you yearn for light. Come from shadow into my sight.

The words whispered. Caitriona disappeared. Desire blossomed. What was going on? At the top of the stairs, he was sweating and dizzy. Every nerve ending, every vein, burned like fire. He raced down the hall toward his bedchamber, dropping the box as he shot through the doorway. Bending to collect his spilled diaries, he startled at what he saw:

He had no hands. And no feet.

The smoke and ethers enveloped, pulling him apart cell by cell until he felt like the sands of time moving through an hourglass. The cosmos was silent except for a haunting echo—like the sound inside a seashell. He felt at once connected to everything and nothing. Adrift and yet highly attuned. He was blind yet all seeing; numb yet hypersensitive; defenseless yet omnipotent. Others were there, too—phantasmal energies blowing past and passing through like sleet.

The next thing he knew, he was on his back, winded and disoriented. The room was dark save for the flicker of a solitary candle. He could make out only two pale shapes. The larger one, he presumed, was a bed, the smaller one, by the window, his summoner. His nostrils flared, seeking her scent, but found only the spices of the smoke.

“I told ye to stay away from me,” he growled. “Why did ye not listen?”

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“Just so ye know, vampires don’t kill—except by accident, of course, or to commit deliberate murder.”

The sound of his deep, musical burr quickened Cat’s pulse. It could only be the good-looking Scot who’d been checking her out from the stacks for the past twenty minutes.

“Excuse me?” She raised her eyes from Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire, but did not turn around. There was no need. She’d already memorized every detail of his appearance while he skirted her gaze. Each time she looked his way, hoping to catch his eye, he was conveniently reading the book in his hand. Each time she returned to her work, the prickling hairs on the back of her neck gave away his game.

He seemed uncannily familiar too, though she couldn’t place him. The proud stance, powerful build, and thick copper hair all struck a chord—a sweet arpeggio that resonated somewhere deep inside.

“The average adult has five liters of blood,” he began to explain, “and the average stomach can hold fewer than two.” He paused to shift gears. “She’s also wrong about the coffins. And the impotence—though the book remains one of my favorites of the genre.”

“Mine too.” She set the gold-clad novel on the table beside her laptop. “Do you go here? You seem familiar.”

“Nay. I went to Saint Andrew’s ages ago.”

She still didn’t turn. “Oh? Then what brings you here?”

“I just moved to the village,” he said, “and heard the university had an impressive collection of vampire literature. So, I thought I’d see for myself—to kill a wee bit of time. But it seems ye’ve beaten me to it.”

“For my dissertation,” she offered quickly, pinging with guilt. She did not add that renewal of her faculty contract hinged on her finishing her Ph.D. before the term ended in three more weeks. Or that she was hopelessly behind. If she told him how under-the-gun she felt, he might leave. And she wanted to keep talking to him.

He was undeniably handsome. Bodice-ripper, book-cover handsome. Straight nose with a slight flare at the end; strong jaw and jutting chin; prominent brow and cheekbones; intense, deep-set eyes that turned down at the corners ever so slightly; and a sweet, kissable mouth whose tucked lower lip made it both boyish and sensual.

Apart from the biker jacket and boots, he might have stepped out of one of the Highlander romances she read every chance she got—a longstanding guilty pleasure. For some inexplicable reason, she’d been attracted to all things Scottish for as long as she could remember.

He reached past her, selected Dracula off her stack of reference material, and began looking through it. She could hear the pages turning behind her, but couldn’t bring herself to turn round. If she met his eyes, she would melt like butter.

“He was lucky to have no reflection to fuck with his head.”

His voice brought her back, but only partly. “Who?”

“Count Dracula.”

“Oh.” Embarrassment scorched her cheeks. “It was meant to symbolize that he had no soul.”

“I ken that. But is it true, do ye think?”

Cat knew from her Highlander romances the word “ken” meant “know” in Scots, but was otherwise confused by his question. Why did she find his closeness so discomposing? Men, even good-looking ones, rarely had this effect on her.

“Is what true?”

“That vampires have no souls,” he clarified. “That they’re eternally damned.”

“I don’t believe in—”

When she didn’t go on, he prodded. “Ye don’t believe in what?”

She was going to say “eternal damnation,” but remembered it was never a good idea to discuss religion—especially her religion—with any but like-minded practitioners of the craft. And even then, it could lead to heated disagreement.

Turning at last, she met his eyes, an astonishing shade of gold—like topazes or whisky backlit by the sun. They also were so gnawingly familiar she wanted to scream.

She tried to speak, to wrench her eyes away, but couldn’t seem to. Images of heather and bracken, of misty hills and crystal lochs, washed over her like a dream. What in the name of the goddess was happening to her?

Unable to bear his riveting gaze any longer, she turned back to the table, winded and shaken. She took a couple of breaths to slow her pulse and regain control. As he reached past her to return Dracula to its place, her eyes followed his hand—a sculptural marvel with long fingers tapering from furrowed knuckles to lustrous nails. She shivered as she imagined those fingers traveling over her flesh. He smelled good, too. Natural and earthy. Like a walk in the woods on a crisp autumn morning.

“How do I know you?” She had to force the words through her throat. “Have we met before?”

“Oh, aye.” His breath brushed her ear. “A couple of times.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nina Mason

Nina Mason is a hopeless 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, a paranormal romance/urban fantasy from Vamptasy Publishing; The Knight of Wands, book one in the Knights of Avalon Series from Soul Mate Publishing; and The Tin Man, a thriller from Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing. When not writing, Nina works as a communications consultant, doll maker, and home stager. Born and raised in Southern California, Nina now lives in Woodstock, Georgia, with her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and a Westie who’s frightened of the dryer.

 

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Broken

New poem

My soul screams out in sadness
My heart screams out in pain
A head that should know better
A heart that dares to hope again
A feeling that speaks of yearning
Of wanting to love again
A heart that has been shattered
Well beyond repair
A dream of things to far from reach
Of sorrows broken free
On wings of eagles soaring high
To heal what some can’t see
A smile no longer hides the sorrow
When laughter fades from both my eyes
The soothing sounds of music no longer sing to me
My mind can only touch darkness
Happiness seems to far to reach
A body almost too battered
To be what it was meant to be

Time For Some Non-Fiction Perhaps

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Letters to Kyle

So I had a new book idea. It will be non fiction. My first one. I got the idea after I had starting writing letters to a guy I was talking to after he left the area. In them are all the things I wanted to say but didn’t have the words to say face to face so I started writing him letters. Letters he will never see. Letters that show him all of me and not just the outside. These letters express my deepest desires and fears. It’s kind of like a diary but instead of talking to myself I’m talking to him. I’m debating if it’s something I would want to share with the world. It’s a true account inside my head and the things I’m constantly daydreaming about because my mind is always playing out some future scenario. I can’t seem to shut it off. I guess that’s one of the side effects of having a creative mind. Maybe idk I just made that up. Anyway it’s only ten letters so far and I’m not sure how many I will write since we barely talk anymore anyway and I really need to work on moving on anyway. I mean is it creepy to write letters to a guy you’re no longer close to anyway? I guess these things can’t be rushed. Feelings and emotions have a mind all their own. No one knows the moment when words no longer have a hold on your heart. I like the concept of an in depth look into how my mind works regardless. I may be the future Psychologist in me. I’m always thinking. I constantly live my life in the fiction, what if, scenarios. It’s high time I plant my feet firmly on the ground and join the living. I can fantasize all day but perhaps taking a leap into the non-fiction side of writing could be fun. I already do it with poetry anyway since that’s as real as my writing can get. My poetry is an extension of me anyway. I’ll leave you with my favorite Starbucks drink.

 

Passion Fruit Tea Lemonade
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