Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Red L. Jameson


Get ready for 22 doses of hot, heart-pumping romance from the darkside with heroes and heroines to keep you turning the pages! Grab this 24-author set now for only 99 pennies! This is a limited edition, and the steal-of-a-price is for a limited time featuring stories from award winning, bestselling authors. 

For your reading pleasure, we'll be featuring each author with a story of her choice for the next few weeks. Some will include interviews, and all will include excerpts. Today's featured author is Red L. Jameson.





  1. When did you start writing?

Before I could write real words. I used to make “books” from paper and construction paper, held together with glue or yarn, and scribble my stories, which would invariably change, since I wasn’t writing real words. J

  1. What makes your stories unique?

For every story, I want to wrench as much emotion as I can from the characters and the plot. I want my readers to laugh, cry, and most importantly to fall in love.

  1. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?

Perseverance. Love is many things—great and splendid. But my characters are all gritty and raw and will persevere through whatever life (or me, actually) will throw at them.

  1. If money was of no concern, what would you envision as your perfect lifestyle? (where would you live, what would you do all day, etc.)

I love my life with my family and pets, and right now I have a garden that makes me so happy. That said, if money was just rolling in, I would love to quit my day job—as an editor, buy horribly expensive cars and trucks, and spoil my loved ones with everything they’ve ever wanted.

  1. Name a few of your favorites (colors, TV shows, movies, stars, songs, etc.)

I binge watch Orange is the New Black and House of Cards. I’m obsessed with Game of Thrones, but only the HBO series, not the books—sorry! I adore Alexis Hall’s writing and can’t get enough of his books. I never can pick a favorite color because I love so many—namely blue, green and red. And I love summer days next to some kind of water—river or lake or ocean—with my family.

Talk about a killer kiss…

Being a former soldier with PTSD takes its toll on Aaron and has wiped him clean of optimism along with having dreams. But he’s no longer sure if he’s living in reality or fantasy after he tries to save a friend and finds his world filled with women who have wings and…Valkyries.

Adala kills. Not on purpose. She’s a Valkyrie—from just one touch, she takes warriors to the afterlife. Oh, but she’d give anything for a break, for normalcy, to have one day of not wearing her legionnaire uniform. When she’s asked to talk to the human Aaron to help him understand just what he’s in for when he tripped into her world, she jumps at the chance, even though she knows Aaron more than she cares to admit, even though she has an insane crush on him, even though she can’t touch him at all. But she gets to wear jeans and talk to a man—a real-life, hero of a man.

From her adorable made-up swearwords to when she wears his clothes, from the fact that she’s hundreds of years old to her pet Pegasus, Aaron falls hard for the shy Valkyrie. Dare he risk his life for a kiss? He’s thinking about it, because already he’s given her his heart.

With This Heart is a standalone story, that’s part of the With These Wings Series—books that mix rock-hard military men with feathered-fantasy femme fatales for a sizzling hot adventure to find love. Join Chanticleer winner, Red L. Jameson, for more of this heart-tugging fairy tale series.

“Jesus, in one day you’ve been shot and burnt by me.” He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing as he watched the angry red dots of skin turn back to glowing flesh. “Oh, wow.”

“It’s okay.” She wiped a little more at one of her legs. “See? I’m all better now.”

He straightened looking down at her. She was tall, only about four inches shorter than him, and he liked that. Way too much.

“Yeah, but I never want to hurt you.”

She tilted her head like she’d never heard anyone speak those words together and wasn’t sure what they meant. She looked confused and a dark edge of panic raced through her eyes.

He stepped back, giving her space. “I’m really sorry. Jesus, I’m making the worst first impression.”

“No.” She looked down at the creamy kitchen tiles. “I’m probably making you nervous.” She softly laughed. “I forgot I’m wearing this.” Glancing up, she touched the leather and brass armor snug around her thin hips. “I look like a loon. I act like a loon—”

“No.”

“It’s no wonder you…I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?”

He shook his head. His nerves weren’t from her outfit, although they should have been. And he wasn’t acting like a teenager, all jerky movements and clumsy, because she was a Valkyrie with a longsword strapped to her back. Those things should have freaked him the hell out.

It was her—her scent, her voice, her hazel eyes that held so much fear yet seemed to see straight into him that had him acting fidgety.

He sucked in a breath. “You want a change of clothes?”

She blinked, a delicate pink blooming in her cheeks, neck, the small portion of her chest he could see.

He took another step back and looked at the sauce, flinching when he saw the noodles and took them off the burner. Glad to be busy doing something as he drained the pasta, he said, “I mean, I have sweats you could borrow, get comfortable in.”

She didn’t say anything for a long moment, but finally whispered, “That’s very nice of you. I’d like that.”

“I’ll, ah, get dinner ready while you change.”

 

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Saturday, July 22, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Liz Gavin


Get ready for 22 doses of hot, heart-pumping romance from the darkside with heroes and heroines to keep you turning the pages! Grab this 24-author set now for only 99 pennies! This is a limited edition, and the steal-of-a-price is for a limited time featuring stories from award winning, bestselling authors. 

For your reading pleasure, we'll be featuring each author with a story of her choice for the next few weeks. Some will include interviews, and all will include excerpts. Today's featured author is Liz Gavin.



One night of passion

Clara Hervaux wants to go back to New Orleans and celebrate Halloween with Marcel at Club Desire. But things are complicated now that the movie star is the target of some crazy fan who’s been threatening her. How can she ditch the bodyguards that follow her around? Is it safe to go there alone? Will she be able to keep her escapades at the club as a secret? Or will she disappoint her favorite ghost and fail to spend Halloween night with him this year?





Sprawled on a big, soft couch, I was reading some kinky novel in the library, my favorite room of the house. Henry stormed in and threw a bunch of sheets of paper on my lap. They were covered in words and letters cut-out from magazines and newspapers, which made them look like something out of an old-fashioned, film noir flick. You know, those classic black and white films where some Bogart-looking actor plays an anti-hero, usually a cynical private detective. He’s approached by a mysterious femme fatale who wishes to hire him either to find out who’s after her or to help her get rid of someone.

“What’s that, sweetie? The studio head’s idea of a clever pitch for a remake? Or did the printer break down?”

“Very funny, Clara. They’re the letters I’ve told you about. There’s a new one every day. Sometimes two. We should go to the police.”

“Nonsense! Forget about them.”

“I can’t. You’re in danger.”

“You’re overreacting. I’m not in danger. Throw them away. Burn them. I don’t care what you do, just get rid of these letters. They don’t mean anything.”

“But, they say they’ll take you away. They go into a lot of details about what they’ll do to you once they get you. I must confess I have nightmares about some of them. We can’t sit on our hands and do nothing.”

I grabbed a few of them, skimmed them over and showed them to my overzealous assistant.

“Here, darling, look. They say they’ll teach me a lesson because I’m a slut who ruined George Clooney’s marriage. You know I didn’t wreck George’s marriage in real life. My character had an affair with his character in a damn movie. Why would I worry about these letters, for crying out loud? They’re a load of crap.”

“Because whoever is writing them is clearly insane, that’s why. There’s no need to be afraid of mentally healthy people.”

I petted the couch beside me. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, Henry sat beside me and I ran a hand over his muscled thigh.

“Relax, will you?” I kept stroking his leg as I spoke softly in his ear. “I’m not afraid of this lunatic. I don’t want to lose my precious freedom over something so ridiculous. And that’s what’s going to happen if Peter finds out about these threats, you know.”

I kissed his neck before tracing his ear with the tip of my tongue. He shivered, but went on talking, although his voice sounded throaty.

“As your manager, that is his job. Besides, I saw somebody following us in a tinted-glass SUV the other day.”

Henry’s breath was choppy by then, which was an excellent sign, since I had been trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses up and down his neck, along his tightly set jaw. I nibbled his earlobe while he stroked my inner thigh, under my short skirt, until he reached its top.

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Catherine Banks



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For your reading pleasure, we'll be featuring each author with a story of her choice for the next few weeks. Some will include interviews, and all will include excerpts. Today's featured authors are Catherine Banks.



Tora's been on a lot of awful blind dates.


All she wants is to find someone who loves her for who she is, which might be a tall order considering she's part demon.


But then she goes out with the gorgeous Edan, and the pair immediately hit it off. Edan's forthcoming about being a dragon, and royalty, to boot, which only makes Tora even more reluctant to risk ruining things by telling him about her demon heritage. However, no matter how hard she tries, she can't keep it a secret forever.

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Saturday, July 15, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Heather Marie Adkins


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The line between light and dark has never been so unclear.



Ever O’Connell prides herself on being a good Wiccan, and her coven follows the path of the Goddess with love and light. But the “dark” witches in school—the BlackMags— keep pushing her toward the edge, until Ever finally finds herself at war.

Cade Bourdain inherited his father's thirst for power, drawing him into darker areas of magick. Despite his dislike for the “Fluffy Bunny” Wiccans, he feels an unearthly connection to Ever.

When the two strike up a secret relationship the real magic between them is ignited, generating a power that a dangerous warlock yearns to take for his own. Ensnared by the warlock, Ever and Cade’s conflicting covens must work together despite their differences—or else be destroyed by a common enemy.




The screen door creaked on its hinges as he swung it open and knocked on the front door. His first knock shoved the door in, revealing a cool, dim hallway.

Startled, he propped the screen open with his shoulder and grabbed the handle, holding the door still as he knocked again. “Hello?”

No response.

“Anyone home?” Cade pushed the door open a little more, listening intently.

Still nothing.

Should I go in? he wondered, teetering on the threshold. On the one hand, barging into someone’s home — especially someone who wasn’t necessarily a friend — wasn’t cool. On the other, what if Ever was home alone and something had happened to her?

That thought alone made his decision. “I’m coming in!”

He shoved the door open all the way, the edge dragging across the floor as if it weren’t fitted properly into its frame. The screen door slammed shut behind him, the sound an obtrusive crack in the hushed silence.

“Ever?” Cade walked forward, his eyes darting around the foyer. An opening to his right revealed a battered dining table and chairs, guarded by an impressive sideboard and a painting of a meadow. To his left, a living room with stuffed couches and no television, but a nice marble fireplace that took up nearly an entire wall.

“Hello?” Cade passed through the doorway beside the stairs and found himself in the kitchen. The oven was on, ticking into the silence. Something smelled gingery and delicious. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until assaulted by the scent. He stepped closer to the oven, curiosity drawing him to peek into it.

“I should really leave the dogs inside when I’m home alone.”

The voice, coming from behind him, startled Cade so badly he jumped, knocking over a pitcher resting on the counter. Tea gushed across the Formica and waterfalled to the floor

Ever stood in the kitchen doorway, looking pale and wan with a square of gauze taped to her hairline, but sporting an amused smile. “Yep. Should definitely leave the dogs inside. Maybe they’ll keep out snooping intruders set on spilling my sweet tea.”

“Damn, Ever. I’m sorry.” Cade grabbed the pitcher and placed it in the sink, then glanced around for a towel. “The front door was open, and you didn’t answer. I thought something might have happened to you. I didn’t know how badly…” His voice trailed off as he eyed the bandage on her head. “Did he really hurt you?”

Ever shrugged, gliding into the kitchen on bare feet. “I had to get stitches. But I’ll survive.”

Cade stood by helplessly as Ever opened a drawer and extracted dish towels for clean up. As she bent to wipe up the floor, Cade jumped forward. “No, let me. I made the mess.”

That damn amused grin again. “Alright. I’ll get the counter.”

A minute passed in awkward silence as they dried. Cade was crouched so close to Ever’s bare legs he could feel her heat. She smelled good, like something earthy, and the curve of her anklebone was fascinating. He stole glances at her smooth, golden calves, muscles clenching as she swiped at the spilled tea. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to reach out and touch her, to slide his fingertips up her skin, over her knee; to press his lips to the softly rounded curve of her thigh beneath the hem of her shorts.

“Why are you here, Cade?”

The question caught him off guard. He lurched forward, dish towel sliding through the puddle of amber liquid. “Um, what?”

Ever looked down, raising an eyebrow.

Horrified, Cade realized his fumble had pushed a tidal wave of tea over her foot. Another part of him noticed her tiny toes, painted a vivid shade of blue, and the silver circlet on her left second toe. Even her feet were cute.

“Sorry,” he said, avoiding her gaze and her smirk.

“It’s okay.” She lifted her foot behind her, seamlessly leaning backwards to wipe it off with her own towel.

Cade found himself mesmerized by the way her back arched. She had a neck like a swan, all grace and ease. He’d never been this close to her, close enough to notice all the little things most people ignored, like the beauty mark just beneath her jawbone or the perfect hourglass her curves made in that outfit.

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Mychal Daniels


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For your reading pleasure, we'll be featuring each author with a story of her choice for the next few weeks. Some will include interviews, and all will include excerpts. Today's featured author is Mychal Daniels.








“I don’t know what you've heard about me, but I’m not in that sort of business. I’m a concierge, not a concubine!”
To her retreating back, he lobbed, “And, I want neither of those. I want you.”





Kaput—all her ability to resist was over. Reputation, hard work, and goals evaporated into ashes as she lost the battle and gave into his searing kiss.

Sure, she’d kissed a few guys and had fooled around here and there. Bronwyn had even gotten so far as to explore with intimate touching of her full breasts with a guy as they made out. Dry humping another guy the only time she’d ever allowed herself to drink on a date still didn’t compare to the way Mac was kissing the hell out of her. How could kissing be so freaking amazing? Except for his embrace to hold her steady, their only contact was this magical kiss. The man didn’t touch her breasts that ached for attention, nor did he roam her body with his hands. How was he doing this to her with a kiss?

New sensations too wondrous to try to identify had her body arching and straining up and into his massive one. Barely allowing her time to take in air before slaying her senses again with his tongue, Mac marched her up to the point she thought she’d explode with the overload of emotions coming at her. This, this was some next-level, seduction she couldn’t have ever been ready for.

“Wait, hold up, stop,” she managed to get out after another brief separation.

His answer? Was to suck her bottom lip as the tip of his tongue flicked and teased her into submission.

She pushed back, releasing her lip with a pop. The effect produced a drenching of her panties. This man! Instead of saying a word, the look of gorgeous bedevilment greeted her. In that moment Bronwyn knew she was completely lost to escaping the promises behind that look.

“Okay fine! You’ve got my attention,” she said through heavy breaths.

“Just your attention? I see my work has only begun.”

He used his tongue to trace the outline of her lips. Never had something so audacious been done to her—her! He used that tip like it was a whip to draw her back in. Each flick and taunt coaxed her mouth back into submission until he plunged in again to claim victory over her sanity. Throwing her hands up in the air in unconscious surrender, Mac wasted no time gathering her up and bringing her right back to the middle of that bed where she’d started.


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Monday, July 10, 2017

Dreamy Doms & Sexy Subs... A excerpt from Liz Gavin

I've teamed up with a few of my few author friends to offer a list of BDSM books, some of them on sale or free during our event. You can check it out at http://original.kallysten.net/bdsm/

One of these books is Powerless from Liz Gavin. Here's an excerpt... for a mature audience only!

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“Caroline Anne Sullivan, get a grip on yourself!”

“When people call me by my full name I know I’m in trouble.”

I jump out of my skin at the sound of a throaty voice close to my ear. And only then I notice my hand is on my crotch and that I’ve been fingering myself. I couldn’t be more embarrassed. Right? Wrong! I turn around to meet my receptionist’s sarcastic grin.

“Having fun, are you? Mind if I join you?”

Before I can articulate an answer Cindy’s hands grab my butt cheeks and pull me against her naked body. She molds herself against me, soft flesh connects to soft skin. The water makes our bodies slick and she slides her dangerous curves all over my now fevered body. She captures my mouth, steals my ability to think straight and muffles my groans with her thick tongue.

I thought a woman’s touch would be mild, sweet even but Cindy plays it rough. She pushes me against the tiled wall, invades my thighs with her luscious one, squeezes my breasts with her own and shoves her tongue inside my mouth in one single movement. I’m breathless and I pant like I’ve run the marathon.

“Grab my shoulders.”

I almost don’t have time to follow the order before she lifts me up and settles my butt on her raised thigh. We are both the same height, but I’m surprised at her strength because she manages to keep her balance on one foot while her other knee rests on the wall with me perched on her elevated leg.

Cindy clenches my waist and slides my body up and down her thigh. It’s the strangest sex position I’ve ever been in although the friction causes amazing sensations in my sex and backside. I need to hold on tight to her slick shoulders for support because her pace is frantic. She’s making me hump her like I’m a dog in heat while my knee grinds her sex every time she pulls me down.

For the first time in my sex life, I’m powerless under a partner’s attack. Funny thing though, I’m thrilled instead of annoyed. It’s intoxicating to let another person run the show while you enjoy the ride. Cindy treats me like an object and I’m completely turned-on. I’m not the only one, though.

Continued in Powerless...

~*~

About Liz Gavin

International best-selling author Liz Gavin, has accomplished much in her short career. Her books have made to #1 and Top Five best-selling ranks in her home country Brazil and others as diverse as Japan, the UK and the US; both in English and Portuguese, collecting 5 and 4-star reviews. Nominated for a Summer Indie Book Award in 2016, and again in 2017, this RWA member constantly seeks new opportunities to improve her craft.

This thirst for knowledge propelled Liz to leave the comforts of family and friends in Brazil and move to California to pursue a Master’s degree in late 2015. She lives in sunny SoCal, where she’s researching the writing process, for her thesis, in hopes to figure out why she creates in English instead of her native Portuguese.

Liz Gavin writes in contemporary, paranormal, and historical genres. In her sexy stories, one finds smart, independent women, who don’t need rescuing by knights in shining armor, but indulge in steamy action with swoony Alpha males with big hearts. She also writes about women discovering their sexuality and finding happiness in unconventional setups.

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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Introducing the Cimmerian Shade authors: Alyssa Drake



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Get ready for 22 doses of hot, heart-pumping romance from the darkside with heroes and heroines to keep you turning the pages! Grab this 24-author set now for only 99 pennies! This is a limited edition, and the steal-of-a-price is for a limited time featuring stories from award winning, bestselling authors.


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  1. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?

There are two themes which tend to creep into my writing. The first is the above idea of a strong woman, not a shrew, but a woman who fights for what she believes in with her whole heart. The second theme is the idea that each character’s motivation stems from a concept of love - love of money, love of power, loss of love, and even simply love itself.

 

  1. If money was of no concern, what would you envision as your perfect lifestyle? (where would you live, what would you do all day, etc.)

My perfect lifestyle is a tropical island, with no neighbors, and a boat anchored just off the dock. I would eat freshly caught fish, swim in crystal blue oceans, and bonfire on the beach every night. During the day, I would write (yes, even with all the money in the world). Every few months, we’d pull anchor and sail to the coast, so we could visit the people we loved. I would really enjoy a helicopter pad too, just because sometimes a boat just isn’t fast enough.

 

  1. Besides writing, what things are you most passionate about?

I am passionate about books in general: reading them, writing them, organizing them, and collecting signed paperbacks. I also love football (the American kind), working with chocolate, and any holiday that involves decorating.

 

  1. Not limited to writing, what do you believe to be some of your greatest accomplishments so far?

Some of my greatest accomplishments are: getting my first two novels published, graduating college with a B.S. in Business and a minor in French, and raising three kids.

 

  1. Name a few of your favorites (colors, TV shows, movies, stars, songs, etc.)

Favorite color: blue-green (like the ocean)

Favorite smell: vanilla

Favorite food: pizza

Favorite drink: coffee (sugar and cream)

Favorite TV show: The Big Bang Theory

Favorite movie: Undercover Blues

Favorite quote: “How does one become a butterfly? You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.” Trina Paulus

Favorite book(s): Pride & Prejudice, 1984, and Harry Potter

Song currently playing on my Pandora: Riot by Three Days Grace



Lose yourself in Wiltshire

Samantha Hastings lived a quiet, peaceful life on her family’s country estate. With no man to order her around and no stifling society rules to follow, she considered herself blessed. However, when her brother’s ship sinks during a short trip to France, Samantha receives a request from her sister-in-law to return to town and manage the late Earl’s finances. Suddenly thrust into society, Samantha faces an unfamiliar world and a pair of very familiar green eyes.

Lord Benjamin Westwood never intended on following through with his rash promise to his best friend. Now, with Edward’s death, Benjamin becomes the unwilling guardian to Edward’s bratty little sister, who has grown up considerably since the last time they met. His intention to marry her off to the first available suitor is thwarted when he finds himself falling for Samantha’s unique demeanor. He lights upon the perfect plan; a marriage of convenience, giving him the opportunity to romance Samantha without distraction.

However, when they discover Edward’s disappearance was due to foul play, Benjamin’s perfect plan begins to quickly unravel. Now, Samantha is in more danger than either of them realized and Benjamin is running out of time.



“Really,” Benjamin murmured thoughtfully, his eyes flickered over the young men roving hungrily on the sidelines. “I do not think you know the first thing about men.”

“I do,” insisted Samantha. She stopped dancing to place her hands firmly on her hips. The childish pose brought a smile to Benjamin’s lips.

“Let me show you how much you do not know. Shall we retire to the terrace; it is such a lovely night?” Without waiting for a response, he grasped her wrist lightly and tugged her towards the open glass doors. Samantha followed reluctantly.

The balcony, bathed in light from the ballroom, provided shadowy corners for couples seeking a little more privacy. It was into one of these dim corners that Benjamin pulled Samantha, pushing her back against the ivy covered bricks. Both his hands rested on the greenery, sufficiently trapping Samantha between his body and the wall. He inhaled her scent, sweet like honeysuckle.

He moved closer, the heat from her body licked flames onto his skin. Their breath intermingled, caressing two pairs of lips before escaping into the star-spattered sky. His hips slid nearer, pressing into her with his unreleased desire. One finger tipped her chin until she was forced to stare into his eyes. The other hand moved behind her head, clasping her neck, just above the bodice.

“This,” he rumbled softly, their lips separated by mere centimeters, “is how a potential suitor might behave. Can you handle this?”

“Yes,” she answered defiantly, her voice wavering. She placed her hands on his chest, as if she were planning to shove him away. However, she did not exert any pressure, nor did she move them; her hands remained splayed across his broad chest.

“And this?” He inched closer, his lips brushing her in the barest of kisses.

“Yes,” Samantha managed to squeak out.

Benjamin kissed her again; lightly at first and then with increasing urgency. He deepened the kiss, his body pressed against the full length of her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him. Unconsciously they tightened their carnal hold. His lips nibbled the corners of her mouth. Urgently his tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her sweet breath.

“Mmmm,” her protest died under his assault. Attempting to mirror his actions, she kissed him back, not as forcefully, but with the same passion and intensity he felt. He wanted more of her. He wanted to take her right here, on the balcony, in full view of every guest in attendance. He needed to claim her as his, forever


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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Presenting the Cimmerian Shade authors: Lashell Collins



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Lucinda's in love with a dragon shifter, but will she be able to stand the heat?
Dominic Draco has no illusions about who he is. As alpha of the dragon clan, he is also the leader of the shifter Alliance, and that sometimes requires him to be ruthless. He’s a dangerous man to know. In fact, he’s a heartless bastard. That’s the real reason he’s kept the beautiful Lucinda Lindley at bay for so many years, despite the longing he feels for the lovely human singer. But in granting an old friend’s dying request, watching over Lucinda is now his responsibility. Can he keep her safe from the perils of his world when the Alliance’s enemies begin to circle? Or will Lucinda become a casualty of the shifter faction war?




She looked down at the bouquet of flowers in her hands and smiled. Then she looked up into his eyes and took a couple of steps closer to him as a coy little smile played on her lips. “So … you’re finally admitting we’re a match made in heaven?” She reached out and ran her fingers down the lapel of his suit jacket. He was always so sharply put together, like he’d stepped right out of a GQ magazine spread.

Dominic removed her hand from his chest as he took a step back away from her. “It’s just a job and a bouquet of flowers, Lucinda. This … you and me, it’s not going to happen.”

“So you’ve been telling me since I was seventeen, followed by all the reasons why it shouldn’t.” A sad smile crossed her lips as she watched him. “But you know as well as I do that none of those reasons make sense anymore, Dom. I am not a child, and Daddy isn’t here for you to disrespect.”

Dominic frowned at her. “The man may not be here anymore, but I can still honor his memory by not defiling his daughter.”

“Defile?” Lucinda laughed, but it wasn’t the happy sort. “You have such a high opinion of me. I suppose I should be flattered, but I just can’t be. I am not that virginal fourteen-year-old girl you met all those years ago, Dominic. I was deflowered a long time ago. And you have no idea how badly I've always wished it had been by you.”

Dominic’s gaze dropped to the floor as he let go of a winded sigh, stunned by her confession. How many times had he fantasized about that very thing, only to feel like a perverted ass three seconds later?

“You have always been the star of every fantasy I’ve ever had.” The heavy trace of longing in her voice was evident, but it was something she couldn’t hide if she had tried. “The things I feel for you, I know I’m not feeling them alone. I see the way you look at me, and I’ve tried a thousand times since I was seventeen to tell you that it’s okay to act on those desires, but you still won’t budge.”

“Lucinda, stop.”

“You know, before … I understood your reluctance even though I didn’t like it. But I don’t anymore, Dominic. I don’t understand why you hide from me. You know how I feel, how I’ve always felt. And you want me too, I can see it! Why won’t you just take me?”

Before the words had even passed her lips, he grabbed her, pulling her close as his lips crashed down onto hers and his tongue invaded her mouth. She felt his hand fisting in her hair as he held her head in place. His other hand groped at her ass, pressing her tightly against him. The rock hard protrusion of his erection took her by surprise, and she moaned as the bouquet of flowers hit the floor and her hands went to his hair.

Without warning he pulled away, breaking the spell right along with their kiss, and he glared at her. “This can’t happen,” he panted. He turned and headed for the door, carefully stepping over the flowers. “The place is packed, have a good show!”

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Sunday, July 2, 2017

Presenting the Cimmerian Shade authors: Erzabet Bishop



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  1. When did you start writing?

I started writing when I was in about sixth grade. It was a vampire story about a woman on a farm whose husband had been turned and she was trying to protect her child. I still have that old manuscript somewhere.

  1. What makes your stories unique?

I try to reach down and find the root cause of why a character acts the way they do. Who they are. And not everything is always pretty. We humans are a complex lot, filled with gritty emotions and sometimes they boil up to the surface.

  1. Is there a common thread that runs through your books?

Yes. Women finding strength in themselves is a central theme in my books. It could be escaping their past, discovering their strength and finding out they are worth being loved. Also body image. Many of my heroines are curvy girls.

A good many of my books have a paranormal thread in them but some are erotic romance with a little kink to spice things up. I span the rainbow with my work and have written traditional m/f romance, f/f, and also a m/m short piece of fiction that will soon be made into a novel. The characters speak and it gets noisy in here when I don’t listen and give them some play space.

  1. If money was of no concern, what would you envision as your perfect lifestyle? (where would you live, what would you do all day, etc.)

If money were no object, I would write full time. I would have a cook to handle the kitchen, a housekeeper/maid to handle the housework and most of all I would have more time to take nightly walks with my husband and puppies. I love my home in Texas and can’t imagine living anywhere else.

  1. Besides writing, what things are you most passionate about?

Dog rescue. My house is full of rescue puppies and they are the light of my life.

  1. Not limited to writing, what do you believe to be some of your greatest accomplishments so far?

Making USA Today has been one of my greatest accomplishments.

Another one is learning how to work with a large group of authors in a box set endeavor.

In my day job, I have been a bookstore manager for over twenty years and one of my greatest joys is sharing my love of reading with people I meet in the store every day.

  1. Name a few of your favorites (colors, TV shows, movies, stars, songs, etc.)

Colors: Black, pink, red, gray

Books/authors: Court of Thorn and Roses series, Kim Harrison Hollows series, Laurell K. Hamilton, Skye Warren, Tiffany Reisz and too many others to mention them all…

Shows: Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, Six Feet Under, Orange is the New Black, Anne with an E, Stranger Things, Thirteen Reasons Why, Handmaid’s Tale, Frankie and Grace, Westworld, How to Get Away With Murder…

Movies: Fido, Lost Boys, Underworld, Grumpy Old Men, Brigadoon, Guardians of the Galaxy I and II and so many more…

Music: Florence and the Machine, Sia, Black Keys, Peter Murphy, Thirteen Reasons Why Soundtrack, Adele. I primarily listen to alternative music.

Kissed by the moon…

Diana Robichard runs Moon Called, an antique shop specializing in cursed objects. A new antiquity falls into her possession and promptly disappears, her tidy world is upended. When faced with a threat to those she loves the most, witchcraft alone may not be enough to save them from the demon fire unleashed across the city. Blood vows and shadowy magic may hold the key, but the ultimate power might just be in the darkest recesses of her heart.

A wolf unleashed…

Alpha wolf Aristide Benoit is a wolf on a mission. When multiple pack members and finally his daughter go missing, he is ready to do whatever is necessary to find them. A pending war with the vampires looms in the distance but a blacker danger lies closer to home. Will the sexy witch destined to be his fated mate be his downfall or his salvation?

A triumvirate of blood and fire…

Vampire Regent, Rand Sinclair, has a problem. Awakened from sleep to find his Coven decimated and the current Regent suspect, he finds his vault is missing an amulet never meant to see the light of day. The treaty with the wolves in tatters, he must act quickly before the woman who haunted his dreams is swept into an ancient curse that will destroy them all. Can he make room in his heart and embrace a forbidden love that can set them all free or let the rage inside of him overtake them all?

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Presenting the Cimmerian Shade Authors: Felicia Beasley



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Available early July, 2017!

I hobbled across the threshold, praising myself for not immediately falling over. I inspected the damage to my stomach as Chase looked around the small office. Blood oozed from the wound.

“You need stitches,” he said.

“I have a needle and thread in my desk. I’ll take care of it after you leave,” I said, hoping he’d get the hint.

“Let me.” He walked over to my desk, opened the drawer, and started rummaging around.

I stiffened. Stitching up my wound was far too intimate but I would continue to leak until I did something about it. “I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

“Your preference doesn’t matter to me. You have something I need. Until I get it, I’m not going to let you bleed to death.” He didn’t look up from his treasure hunt. “I’m not leaving, either.”

Arrogant jerk-off. “I bet you’re a hit with all the ladies.”

He lifted his gaze. “With the right ones.”

“Let me guess, I don’t fit the criteria.”

He pulled out my unused sewing kit and strutted over like he was a member of the Bee Gees.

“Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive,” I muttered. I would’ve added some cool dance moves but it would’ve hurt too much.

He stopped mid-stride and looked at me like I was nut-so. “Maybe it’s too late and there’s no hope for you.”

“You might be right. Could you be a dear and let me die in peace, then?”

He ignored me, again, and closed the distance between us. His brow furrowed as he studied the damage the naga had done.

“This would be easier without the shirt,” he said.

“I usually don’t get naked on the first date.”

He grunted, not amused. Apparently, having a sense of humor wasn't a requirement to graduate from demon hunting school.

I tried to pull the hem of my shirt over my head. It wasn’t like I was modest or anything. I stopped when the pain hit me like a locomotive going a hundred miles per hour right to my gut.

“Let me help,” he said impatiently.

I flinched as his warm fingers grazed my bare stomach. He pulled his hands away.

“Did I hurt you?”

I glared to cover up my embarrassment. “Why the hell do you care? Just do it.”

His jaw clenched and I prepared for him to rip the shirt over my head like an overeager lover just to spite me. Instead, he was slow, gentle, careful not to let the fabric further aggravate the wound.

I covered up the effect it had on me with derision. “Took you long enough. I’m guessing you’re a bore in bed.”

I watched him swallow as his gaze rested on my breasts.

I didn’t hide the smirk. “I didn’t know sentinels were celibate.”

His eyes shot to my face and his cheeks reddened. It was kind of adorable. “Pardon?”

“Once you’re done eye-fucking my tits, can we get this over with?”

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He stared at me as if this was the first time he’d ever seen me.

You know those times when it feels like everything just stops? A second stretches to a millennium. The universe waits with bated breath for the next moment.

But then the moment doesn’t happen, and the universe lets out a big disappointed sigh.

Blue eyes blinked at me as time resumed. The tension evaporated, and I was left wondering if I just imagined the passion in his piercing gaze. He had probably still been thinking about the fire.

“They aren’t coming after us,” he said, sounding relaxed for the first time. He smiled. “I can’t believe we made it out of there.”

“It’s not them I’m worried about.”

Lucas still didn’t move or let go of my hips. He didn’t even ask what I meant. There was no lingering moment this time. No oceans of anticipation to drown in.

One moment he looked like he’d won the lottery and the next his mouth claimed mine like a dragon with his treasure.

Heat that had nothing to do with magical flames infused my body, weakening my legs more than the magic soul suck had.

I leaned my body weight into him lest I fall to the ground in a puddle. He wrapped his arms around my body, keeping me locked against him until he decided he wanted to let go.

A moan escaped my throat as his hungry mouth sucked and tugged on my virgin lips.

Yeah, I had never been kissed before. Just like that movie with Drew Barrymore, only I really was a high school loser.

I wrapped my hands in his hair, fingernails digging into his scalp as I pulled him down harder. Pressure began to build in my lower stomach. Tendrils of pleasant tightness fluttered like butterfly kisses up through my chest.

Now, I wasn’t the only one moaning. His hot tongue glided across my bottom lip. Once. Twice. My mouth dropped open with a sigh, surrendering to his expertise. He closed his mouth around my lower lip and sucked.

There was no drug on the planet more addictive than Lucas Zane. One taste and I knew that I’d do anything for another hit.

I pressed my palms against his bare, bloody chest and pushed, jerking my face away from his.

He looked down at me, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips cherry red.

“I thought you only wanted to be friends?” My voice cracked. My body was pissed at my mind for ruining her fun. The co-mingling guilt and desire turning my stomach threatened to make me throw up on his shoes.

The only word to describe the way he looked at me now was smoldering.

“I lied.”

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