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Sunday, March 7, 2021
One vampire, three gorgeous men in uniform – #PNR #vampire #reverseharem #whychoose @cw1985
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Thursday, May 14, 2020
The next Underlayes adventure... #Paranormal #Fantasy #Humor @GothicMoms
Synopsis
Reina
and Ricardo have a relationship that’s as close to perfect as one
can get.
Coming
home after a romantic honeymoon, they’re ready to settle down and
begin their life together. But when Reina literally bumps into
someone from her past, their future turns into a thing of
uncertainty, and her life begins to unravel. Things are no longer as
they seem when this dangerous stranger embeds himself into their
lives.
Will
this vampire and his bride survive a wizard bound and determined to
recreate his obedient mate from a past life? Or will they show him
that sometimes the past is best left buried?
Excerpt
“Spill
the beans woman before I lose my ever-loving mind.” I loved making
Kenya wait, she was the most impatient female I knew. Lizzie was
turning beat red as she did her best not to laugh. Whether from the
expressions on Kenya’s face, or the bright pink lipstick she’d
decided to try that seemed to glow, I had no idea. Maybe it was both.
Kenya sat back in her seat and crossed her arms at her very ample
chest, which drew more attention to the blindingly bright yellow
dress she had on. The way she was dressed was a sure sign the two of
them must have had a fight about something. It was the only time
Kenya pulled out the tackiest looking clothes she could find. And
with her exotic midnight sky complexion the neon bright material
looked like it was actually glowing in the dark, and it was broad
daylight.
“Lizzie,
did you really have to piss her off today?” I eyeballed her as I
asked the question and did my best to hold in the laugh that bubbled
up in my throat. Lizzie looked conservative in comparison to her
mate. She wore a black leather catsuit which only had one sleeve, the
other didn’t have so much as a spaghetti strap which showed off her
slightly muscular, milky cream arm. With her blonde hair pulled to
the top of her head in a sleek ponytail and cut bangs that hung right
below her eyebrows she looked like she had just walked off the
Charlies Angels film set. The two of them already resembled night and
day as it was, even without Kenya’s added antics. “I mean, come
on. How am I supposed to give y’all all the details you’ve been
waiting to hear while trying to avoid looking at a Rainbow
Brite reject for too long? Is she doing an experiment that
neither of us know about? Can supes go blind, and if so what kind?”
Lizzie
couldn’t stop the laugh that came from her mouth, which was
unfortunate considering she had just taken a huge sip of her extra
dead red bubbly. Good thing she had on black. One of the waiters came
rushing over with more than a few extra napkins as Lizzie began to
explain, “Your friend has a case of baby fever and is doing her
level best to pass it on to me.” Was her sultry reply.
“So?”
That really didn’t explain much, not given their situation,
“Lizzie, I thought the two of you worked that out a long time ago.
That you were going to start your family right around now. It’s
been, what, twenty-five years already, right?” That earned me a
scoff and an eyeroll from Kenya.
Lizzie
went on to say to me, “Having the baby isn’t what the problem is.
The problem is that she wants me to be the one to carry it. That
was not part of the deal, and she knows it.”
“But
you handle pain so much better than I do.” Kenya replied as she did
her level best to pout with her arms crossed against her chest. Which
only made Lizzie and I laugh that much harder.
Once
I was finally able to curtail my laughter I asked Kenya, “So you
mean to tell me you over there huffin and puffin over something you
have no business being mad about?” when she made no attempt to
respond I continued, “Why would you even want Lizzie to carry the
baby? She’s part of the Guard you whacko.” I laughed a bit more
when she rolled her eyes at that, “Goddess, I really missed this.”
“You’re
the one that decided to take a ten-year honeymoon.” Lizzie said as
she scooted back her chair and stood, “Now, if you’ll excuse me,
I think I see my dinner. Don’t spill any details until I get back.”
After
she bent down to give Kenya a kiss on her still pouting, bright lips,
Lizzie sashayed off to the dancefloor where willing donors were
dancing to some new techno beat. We were at Club
Vamptasy. That had been my first visit to the club since it
had been built while I was still abroad on my honeymoon. Apparently,
the royal families created a new bar, or club, in each district as
peace offerings after the wars. Well, they called them the wars, but
if you asked me it was more like a huge family feud between the
vampires, witches, and Rasputins, with a few others caught in the
crossfire. Guess it was just one of those ‘all in how you look at
it’ things. The clubs weren’t segregated or anything stupid such
as that, just each catered to specific factions needs. But everyone
was allowed to come and have a good time.
At Club
Vamptasy, the snack bar was literally on the dance floor. Human
donors of every variety swayed to the beat with their necks and
wrists exposed. If a vampire wanted to take a more intimate vein they
had to do so in one of the private rooms in the back. I hadn’t been
to a private room or the snack bar yet, didn’t have a need. I had
already fully fed before I left home. To each their own and all that,
but I’d much rather feed at home than in public. Guess a part of me
would just always be a tad bit shy. Though my mate did tend to bring
out my wild side; which was part of the reason I left him at home.
The other part was that he was out catching up with his own friends.
I
don’t think I could have stopped smiling had I wanted to as I my
eyes locked onto Kenya as she watched her wife sink her fangs into
one of the women on the dance floor, “My Goddess, does the euphoric
feeling ever go away?” I absently asked her.
“No.”
Kenya laughed slightly before she continued, her eyes still glued to
the female she loved, “Do not get me wrong, we fight, which you
already know. But the love? That just grows so much stronger. I have
heard horror stories of wrong mates being matched by fate, but that
is not the case for us.”
I
shuttered at the unexpected chill those words made shoot up my spine,
“Yeah, I really hope those are just rumors.”
Completely
ignoring me, Kenya puckered up her lips for a kiss as Lizzie sashayed
her way back to where we sat, “Reina, can you tell your friend over
there to put those bright ass lips down? I am not getting that neon
mess on me.” Lizzie said as she plopped down in her chair. The
three of us couldn’t help but all laugh.
It
felt good to be back home, though the more I recapped my honeymoon,
the more I missed my mate. Since Lizzie was part of the royal guard,
the waiter kept us topped off with only the top shelf mixtures. The
alchemist had done a fabulous job of creating all types of alcoholic
beverages mixed with blood that we could consume without getting
sick, as long as we didn’t go overboard with it. They held no
nutritional value whatsoever, but they tasted good and being able to
get tipsy was more than a little bit of fun. But, they did make us
have to use the restroom, something we normally only did maybe twice
a day. Me more so than others as evidenced by the squeaky chorus of,
“Again?”, I received from Lizzie and Kenya when I excused myself
from the table.
The
place wasn’t jam packed, but it did have a decent enough sized
crowd that I had to say excuse me several times before I finally made
my way to the restroom. There was less of a crowd there, sense most
were still leery of the new drinks. Altogether the daunting task took
probably less than two minutes.
I
was headed back to where me and the girls had been seated when a
rather large hand grabbed my upper arm and spun me around,
“Josephine?”, he said once we were face to face. His voice was
deep and gravelly, and sent chills down my spine, and not in a good
way.
“Uh,
no. You’ve got the wrong girl.” I said to him with a nervous
laugh as I tried but failed to shrug him off, which should have been
easy. He wasn’t a vampire, or a shifter, so he wasn’t stronger
than me. I closed my eyes for a second to gain my composure and in
that small amount of time I could sense that he was a warlock (and
no, a warlock isn’t just a male witch, but more like a war mage.
And can be either a male or female), but something about him and his
magic were just off. If felt crazed, erratic. “Dude, seriously, I’m
not whoever you think I am.”
“Josie,
baby, it’s me.” Desperation laced his words and pulled at my
heartstrings even though he truly gave me the heebie-jeebies. The
silent tear that shed down from his eye swirled with magic and
strangely had sparks shooting up the birthmark on my hipbone.
“Hey,
Rena. We got a problem here?” Bruno, one of the barrel-chested,
brutal looking members of the royal guard came to the rescue just as
the stranger was about to pull me closer to him. Bruno grabbed the
male’s hand away from me while he said to me, “You just go ‘head
wit da girls and finish y’alls night whiles I have a word or two
with our new friend here.”
Right
before I walked off I said to Bruno, “Don’t be too hard on him,
he just thought I was someone else.” I almost changed my words when
I looked down and saw a magic burn mark on my arm where he had been
holding onto me.
“Are
you okay?” Kenya asked once I made my way back to the table.
“Yeah,
no, I don’t know. That whole little encounter just felt…wrong.
Maybe we should just go.” As we parted ways I couldn’t help the
eerie feeling that I’d seen that mystery male before, and would
again.
About
the Author
T.
A. resides in Detroit, Michigan with her five children, and the rest
of her dysfunctional family, where she was born and raised. She
started her writing career in the midst of a very hard time in her
life and is now a best-selling author. Her debut and award-winning
novel, Witch Wars, and the world of Underlayes, was
born from a mind that desperately needed an escape, so she created
one.
The
novel was inspired by her love of all things paranormal and how she
wanted it seen. “We live in a diverse world, shouldn’t all of the
characters in books, even paranormal also be diverse,” she says. “I
saw so few paranormal books with a diverse cast until I read L. A.
Banks. You know, with more than one or two diverse characters thrown
in for good measure. Mine have it all, too.”
Learn
more at: https://GothicMomsBooksAndMore.com
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Links
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Five days to win a skeptical woman's heart - #PNR #Vampire #Giveaway @Kristal081670
Blurb
Forensic
photographer, Dena Williams, has spent her life trained to see what
others cannot. Vampire, Dimitri Kovac, has waited every Christmas for
a miracle that does not come. In the Oregon wilderness, during a
snowstorm, these two destined souls collide. Dena's only hope of
survival rests in a vampire with the heart of a poet. Dimitri only
has five days to win a skeptical woman's heart. As the Christmas tree
lights burn brightly and the snow continues to fall, will Dena
succumb to a vampire's charms? With so little time, can Dimitri win
her love?
Excerpt
Dena
took a deep breath turning the knob then pushed the door open.
Pitch-black darkness greeted her. Dimitri’s monstrous, canopy bed
sat in the middle of the room. Black curtains enclosed the bed in a
cocoon. Dena cautiously stepped inside and shut the door behind her
then waited few moments giving her eyes time to adjust while kicking
her boots off. Her feet shuffled across the floor. She hesitated
before the drawn curtains unsure of what to do when the curtains
jerked open and Dimitri grabbed her. Dena squeaked when he tossed her
on his mattress. She couldn’t see a thing but felt his breath on
her face. “Did you think I hung from my toes like a bat?”
There
was that sense of humor she loved so much bringing a feminine chuckle
in the darkness. With one hand, she reached for him. He was close.
Her fingers traced the outline of his face, his eyebrows and his
lips. “I thought you slept in a red, velvet-lined coffin with organ
music blaring surrounded by candelabras with black candles.”
A
big grin spread across Dimitri’s handsome face under her
fingertips. “I’m a claustrophobic vampire who prefers rock and
roll.”
About
the Author
Kristal
Dawn Harris is an American author, born in Middletown, Ohio. She
currently resides in Ohio with her husband. Kristal has been married
for 27 years and has two children. She graduated from Carlisle High
School, then furthered her education at Miami University. She has a
business degree in Accounting Technology. Kristal spent twenty years
working as an Office Coordinator in the hospital until she released
her debut novel, “The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds,” through The Wild
Rose Press.
In
1999, Kristal suffered a debilitating disease called “Guillain-Barre
Syndrome.” This rare disease damaged the nerves in her body
requiring the use of drop-foot braces in order to walk. Kristal
considers herself a survivor and encourages anyone with a disability
to follow their dreams.
Kristal
is considered a hybrid romance author since she published
“Hand-Carved Wolf” and “Thief of Hearts” on her own. Kristal
is an avid reader who enjoys romance from all genres, but paranormal
is her favorite.
Other books by Kristal Dawn Harris
The
Rings of Faolan-Emeralds
The
Rings of Faolan-Rubies
Hand-Carved
Wolf
The
Burn
The
Red Heart
Thief
of Hearts
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Saturday, October 20, 2018
She won't give up until she finds the woman in her dreams - #lesfic #paranormal #alphafemale @ErzabetBishop
Sonia is a succubus with one goal: stay off Hell’s radar. But when succubi start to die, including her sometimes lover, Jeannie, she’s drawn into battle between good and evil and a past that isn’t ready to let her go.
Fae
is a blood witch turned vampire, running a tattoo parlor and trading
her craft for blood. She notices that something isn’t right on the
streets of her city. The denizens of Hell are restless.
With
the aid of her nest mate, Perry, and his partner, Charley, she races
against time before the next victim falls. The killer has a target in
his sights, and Sonia might not live to see the dawn.
**Includes
First Christmas: A Sigil Fire Holiday Story**
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Excerpt
The
dream wrapped around Fae like gossamer silk. It was always the same.
The woman’s back was to Fae—shapely curves illuminated against
the shadows, the stranger’s face just out view. They were in a dark
and winding alley, with the back side of row houses and businesses
cluttered with dumpsters and badly repaired fences. The area behind
the shops looked ramshackle and smelled worse. A combination of
rotting garbage and the reek of something far worse.
A
sense of urgency pounded through Fae. She needed to find this woman.
Needed to find her now.
Dark
demonic wings fluttered in the background, causing the mystery woman
to flee. Her skirts whipped up, revealing calves that sucked the air
from Fae’s lungs.
An
aura of silvery wings hung behind the woman, vanishing as quickly as
they appeared. The alleyway grew disjointed—a true setting from a
nightmare. The red of her hair was only visible for a moment.
“Help
me!” the woman’s sultry voice begged, out of breath and shrill
with terror.
Fae’s
dream self darted behind her. Shadowy faces and writhing figures
moved in the periphery of her vision. She stared straight ahead. She
had to focus. To find the woman.
“Wait!”
She reached out, but only caught the tendrils of mist that filled the
void.
The
air chilled as Fae streaked through the fog. A fractured scream
echoed in the murky dampness. Seeing anything became more difficult.
The swampy odor of decay made Fae gag but still she pressed on. Don’t
look. Just move.
Fae
panicked. “Where are you?” The need to find the woman was
overwhelming. There was something important about her. Even if Fae
didn’t know what it was—she had to find the stranger. With her
heart racing, Fae kept moving.
“Stop!”
A terrible scream rang out in the darkness.
Fae’s
pulse thrummed in her throat; her fangs clenched in fear. Where was
she? Fae’s footsteps rang hollow as she ran, eyes searching, senses
reaching out for any sign of the woman. Around her the buildings
changed. Cold concrete walls penned her in. There was only one way to
go. Forward.
A
dim figure loomed in the distance, barely visible against the mists.
Large wings unfolded, the odor of sulfur and dark rotting things made
her sour stomach flip once more. The sound of tearing clothes and
panicked screams met her ears. Shit.
Fae
snarled, racing toward the sound of sobbing. Her boots hit the
pavement, puddles of water and filth spraying out as she ran.
There
was the mystery woman. Long, red hair draped over the concrete,
defiled by the refuse on the ground surrounding her.
A
streetlight shone bright in the foggy night air, and Fae was finally
able to see the woman's face around the creature that held the woman
prisoner in its grip.
Full,
red lips parted in shock as the demon’s fingers tightened around
her throat. With her wide eyes brilliant and dark against her ivory
complexion, it was clear she was dying. Her gaze met Fae’s, a
panicked expression of recognition, and as she looked at her
attacker, fear.
Fae
stepped forward. “Get off her, asshole,” she hissed, taking
another step forward.
The
being turned its head, empty eyes staring right into her soul.
“Fae.”
Its lips tilted up into a satanic grin and he turned, revealing more
of the partially nude woman.
Fae
startled and took a step back. “How do you know me?” Her hand
felt for a blade at her side. Nothing. Dammit!
Fae
would have to try and save the mystery woman with only her strength.
Her
fingers brushed the oily feathers of the demon’s wings, intent on
pulling it away from the girl, but instead she ended up with nothing.
Dark
laughter filled the hollow passage, and in a burst of noxious smoke,
the being was gone.
Fae
spun on her heel trying to see where it had gone, then moved back and
knelt at the woman’s side. “Red.”
“Find
me,” the woman whispered, her eyes locking onto Fae’s. A delicate
smile drifted across her lips as she, too, began to fade into the
mist.
“No!”
Fae’s heart twisted in her chest. Just when she had found her, the
woman was lost yet again. “No!” Despair clogged her throat.
The
shadows of the alley loomed dark as the streetlight fell dim.
***
Fae
jerked awake. She lay twisted in the sheets. Her breath came in gasps
as the dream faded, leaving her cold and alone in her bed. She had
seen the stranger’s face. Finally.
Her
dog, Jellybean, whined in the darkness and snuggled in closer, her
furry black face burrowing deep under the covers.
“Red,”
she whispered. “I’ll find you.”
Staring
out the window into the moonless night, Fae listened as the wind
whipped the trees outside into a frenzy. Something was coming. But so
was she.
About
the Author
Erzabet
Bishop is a two time USA Today award winning and bestselling author
of paranormal and erotic romance. She lives in Houston, Texas and
when she isn’t writing about sexy shifters or voluptuous heroines
she enjoys playing in local bookstores and watching movies with her
husband and furry kids.
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Monday, October 1, 2018
Listen Up! @Lnightingale #Audiobook #Narrator #Vampire #Angel
By Linda Nightingale (Guest Blogger)
I
now have five audiobooks. Later, I will regale you with a little more
about them.
Two
of them had a super narrator, an Englishwoman who brought Love For
Sale and Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody to life. Her
voice is beautiful, her accent perfect for the books. In Gambler’s
Choice, I was told the recording wasn’t as clear. For Her
General in Gray, a few reviewers didn’t like the narrator’s
delivery. Gylded Wings—I thought the narrator’s tone
wasn’t right for the book.
So,
as you can see, it is a crap shoot what will turn out when you sign
the contract. By and large, I am pleased with my audiobooks. I have
been candid. You can listen to samples at Audible.com, and the
audiobooks are free with a membership to Audible.com.
Writing
for audiobooks is different, too. The dialogue must be clearly tagged
as to the speaker. Sometimes, I write untagged dialogue when on the
page it is easy to tell who is speaking. When you are listening,
those passages of conversation might not be as easily understood as
to speaker.
You
‘proofread’ the book by listening and sending corrections to the
narrator, like a mispronunciation or a comment on the tone. I loved
listening to my words being read aloud. I have a new release probably
early next year, and it is my fervent desire that it will go to
audio. Since Sinners’ Opera is the book of my heart, I hope
I get a classy English narrator for the production!
Love
For Sale
March Morgan believes in true love, but her faith in finding her soul mate is slowly fading.
She’s
been married but never in love. So, it’s a miracle to find that
fantasy exists on the last page of a women’s journal. Mayfair
Electronics, Ltd., in a glossy black and white ad, offers Love for
Sale. The London firm has engineered sentient androids
indistinguishable from human. She flies to England and meets the man
she has been searching for her entire life.
Christian
requires no programming to love March at first sight. He’s
handsome, cultured…absolutely perfect…and a little different from
the other androids. He has an unexpected independent streak.
March
signs on the dotted line, buying her dream man. They return to
Houston, but soon her past and his future threaten their Happily Ever
After—indeed their lives.
Morgan D’Arcy: A Vampyre Rhapsody
The greatest enemy of a vampire is boredom. Four centuries of existence have taught Lord Morgan Gabriel D'Arcy to fear nothing and no one. Humans and their weapons have little chance against his preternatural speed and arcane powers. Vampires are viral mutations of human DNA. Still, the Vampyre code requires secrecy, and he has learned to hide his nature from the world. The lure of mortality, of a life in the sun, puts Morgan again and again at the mercy of calculating human women though they fail to consider his charm and determination into the equation. However, even grooming a future bride from infancy proves to be fraught with heartbreak. And second chances are not always what they seem unless... you are Morgan. Immortality and beauty, aren’t they grand?
Her General in Gray
Autumn Hartley purchases Allen Hall at a steal, but the northern lass gets far more than a beautiful plantation in the South Carolina Low Country. The house comes complete with its own ghost, a handsome and charming Civil War General—for the Confederacy. The stage is set for another civil conflict.
John
Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet
fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s
reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib
bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches,
certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As
time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her
suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love
didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh
start.
After
over a century in the hereafter, Sib discovers he is falling for none
other than the feisty Yankee girl, but what future could a modern
woman and an old-fashioned ghost possibly hope for?
Gambler’s Choice
Becca McQuaid came to England to find the perfect horse but instead met a darkly mysterious challenge in Austen Heath, Baron of Hampton. She’s determined to buy Austen’s stallion Gambler’s Choice. He’s determined not to sell, but the rivals are thrown together by an accident that leaves Austen with a broken leg and the threat he’ll never ride again.
Austen Heath has the title, heritage and manor house…but not the fortune. Becca is wealthy. Her charms are irresistible, but he believes she’s shopping for a Ladyship to go with her money. He has another reason to hold the sexy blonde at arms’ length—the unexplained disappearance of an old friend everyone thinks was his lover. When her body is discovered on his property, he becomes a suspect in her murder.
Gylded Wings
Angels in slavery? Brit Montgomery cannot believe it, until she is sent on a rescue mission to another dimension and witnesses the cruel practice first hand. The angel, Gyldan, is the most beautiful being she’s ever seen. She is drawn to him but sometimes beauty disguises wicked secrets. This man who rocks her world seems more demon than angel.
Gyldan,
born into slavery, has one desire—fly free. When he escapes to
Earth, he faces an alternate self-realization full of dark glory…and
disbelief. Gyldan is bent on experiencing his newfound powers
unmindful of the harm to Brit or others.
Confused and hurt by Gyldan’s erratic evil actions, Brit turns away. While
Gyldan’s journey of self-discovery pulls him further distant, Brit
finds acceptance in a solitary, comfortable life of her own until she
realizes the day of reckoning has come. Will Gyldan be her final ruin
or has he come back to her with a gift more precious than life
itself?
All these titles are available on Audible.com.
All these titles are available on Audible.com.
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