Author: Tawnya Lee
Genre: YA/Fantasy
Release Date: October 6, 2017
A mother's love. Beautiful. Boundless. Bloody.
A mysterious stranger destroys Moira’s precarious world with one bite, plunging her into a realm of ancient gods, witchcraft, and Celtic blood-drinkers.
Faced with a dark secret about her own role in an age-old vampire war, Moira must make a terrifying choice: kill her own children or usher in the apocalypse.
Moira struggles to come to terms with her life as a vampire as she fights to protect her children. Can she save them? Or will she destroy everything and everyone in the process?
Moira’s Song is the first spell-binding book in the Moira McCauley vampire series. If you like fast-paced gripping stories, badass female heroines, vampire stories with a twist, and dark supernatural forces, you’ll love this book.
CHAPTER ONE
The Turning
The tumbler, beaded with sweat, sat on the coffee table. Ice cubes, now flimsy slits of glass, floated in the amber liquid, while a moat of water rimmed the outside bottom of the glass. Moira sat in the dark, shadows from the flickering candlelight dancing across the wall toward her face.
Moira sipped her whiskey and closed her eyes. Poco played on her stereo; the shimmering intro of “Spellbound” wrapped her like a lover, caressing the wounds of her soul. When she couldn't face the world, when she'd rather hide, music was the friend she turned to for everything she never received from those she loved. It didn't judge her. It provided solace. Her balm of Gilead in 2/4 tempo. It bled for her. It cried for her. It raged for her. It soothed her.
On nights like tonight, when she couldn't sleep, she would play her music and drink her drink until she faded away into her world of dreams. Most of the time she woke not remembering those dreams. Sometimes she would wake screaming, images of a night long ago when her innocence was wrested away clawing into her psyche. Those were the nights when she wished she never had to sleep again. When sleep was her enemy and dreams her prison camp. Fear and shame were never far from her, and at times she wondered as she stepped out on the streets in daylight, if people could guess the dark secret she carried inside.
Tonight she was simply restless. An undefined energy kept her awake. The twins, Derek and Tristan, were asleep in their crib. She had only her cat and her drinks to keep her company. Eyeing the bottle of Jameson, she contemplated a refill when a panicked cry made her jump. Every hair stood on end as her stomach clenched. She raced to the nursery and stopped in the door frame, dumbstruck. A dark figure stood over the crib, casting shadows on her two sons. Tristan smiled while the stranger traced half-moons with his finger across the boy’s forehead. Derek lay beside his brother and cried.
“Get the fuck away from my kids,” Moira said through clenched teeth. Her lips pressed together; her nostrils flared.
The stranger turned slowly, eyes glittering in the dark. Moira sucked in her breath when she saw his face. He had jet black hair and pale blue eyes. His porcelain skin seemed to catch and reflect the moonlight pouring through the window. She was simultaneously repulsed by and attracted to the man. Something in the way he looked at her made him seem inhuman--he couldn’t be. The word vampire floated through her consciousness as if he put it there. But it was ridiculous. This was real life, not some horror movie. And here was a stranger with his hands on her child. She glanced around the room and looked for a weapon. She wondered how long it would take her to reach the ceramic lamp on the nightstand just inside the room.
“I wouldn’t bother if I were you. About as useless as tits on a bull.”
The man grinned. VAMPIRE. With each syllable he spoke, the word rattled inside her brain. Her body, electrified with fight hormones, became tense and reactive. She leapt toward the lamp, but before she could make it half-way the stranger was standing in front of her.
“Amn’t I here for you, lass? Can’t you feel it to be true? And here I am after speaking sweet nothings to your páistí. You plan to throw a lamp at me? Think it’ll stop me, do ya?”
Moira tried to sound brave.
“I don’t give a fuck who you came for. You need to leave.”
She needed to control the situation. To protect her children. Her brain dropped into survival mode. She slowed down, looking for solutions, weighing all possible alternatives. The lamp, a heavy book, even her own fingernails--anything she could use to attack.
“Moira.”
A slow, rapacious smile passed over his mouth. The hint of a sharp canine disappeared as his lips closed. He glided toward her and brushed red ringlets of hair from her face. His touch was like ice, sending shivers through her body.
“Get your hands off me, you fucker!” Moira yelled.
She pushed his hand from her face. Raising her fists to her chin, she assumed a fighting stance. The man laughed.
“Got a bit a spice in ya. But don’t be baring your teeth if you can’t bite.”
He grabbed her wrists as she screamed and kicked, aiming for his shins, wriggling to get away. Her boys, mirror images, bounced up and down as they hung onto the crib bars, tears coursing down their cheeks. They wailed.
Moira looked at them and tried to yank free, but the stranger’s grip was preternaturally strong.
“Bígí ciúin,” the stranger said, his voice cold.
She stopped. Her breath was ragged, her forehead sweaty. The stranger was calm, barely seeming to breathe at all. Derek and Tristan stood in silence, wide eyed and panting, and watched their mother.
Moira realized this man was controlling her, controlling her sons. She wanted to rail against him, to hit him, to bite him, but all she could do was stand silent, unmoving. He loosened his grip and held both her hands. She glanced at her sons in the crib. Their little faces were red. Derek’s hand covered Tristan’s. Tristan’s other fist was raised in the air, pumping, open and close, open and close, gesturing for his mother. As she watched them, she breathed in and exhaled slowly.
Her muscles relaxed.
“What do you want from me? And how do you know who we are?”
“And haven’t I been watching you since you were a child? You were a special baby, born for a special time.”
The stranger began tracing lines down her arm, caressing her with the back of his hand. She was frightened and repulsed, but curious, as she saw genuine affection flicker in his eyes.
“And don’t you know how special you are, Moira? You come from a long line of witches. It skipped a few generations, true, but I knew it was you. You carried the mark.”
He traced an invisible line from her collarbone to the back of her neck and circled the strawberry birthmark that blossomed there.
“I knew you were the one. Your mother and grandmother were utterly normal. But not you, Moira. You’re special.”
Moira blinked, wondering if the stranger was insane. Witches? Special? Mark?
“No, I’m not crazy, Moira. And you are most definitely a witch. And although you haven’t realized your full powers yet, I know for certain you’ve used them.”
Moira wondered if she would wake up and realize she’d had too much Jameson the night before. She listened to his words, his voice soothing. A very slight Irish lilt hid beneath the timbre of his voice. Rhythmic. Enchanting. Memories, like flashes of old movies, flickered through her mind. She recalled the family friend. The one who hurt her. His body mangled. She blinked and focused on the stranger.
“You’re not plastered either, I assure you. No, I’ve been watching you since birth. I’ve been following your family for thousands of years, waiting for the one to fulfill the prophecy. That one is you, Moira. And tonight, I’m going to help you fulfill it.”
Moira glanced past him toward the window. The full moon shone through the sheer curtains. She looked back at the stranger.
He pulled her close and lowered his mouth to her neck. She saw the twins behind him. They too were entranced, watching the stranger hold their mother. They had stopped crying and were breathing in unison as they stared at their mother. She glanced towards the sheers fluttering in the breeze. A crow settled on the window pane, observing, silent.
The stranger breathed in her scent, savoring it. “Moira,” he whispered. She could feel his breath on her shoulder as he spoke her name.
“If you’re a vampire, don’t I have to invite you in?”
“Moira, Moira, Moira.” The stranger made a tsking noise. “And don’t they only tell you that in fairy tales to make you feel safe at night? And vampire doesn’t quite define all that I am.”
He kissed her shoulder and moved his mouth slowly up to her ear, stroking her hair. Confusion swirled through her. She was lost in his scent and touch.
He bit into her neck and began to suck the blood from her vein. The longer he drank, the more Moira wanted him to drink. She grew weaker with every sip he took, yet she yearned for him to consume her. Her body craved his. She arched her back, pressed into him, and moaned. For a brief moment, she forgot about Derek and Tristan. She forgot her Jameson. She forgot about her nightmares and her shame and her guilt. She wanted him! She loved him!
The stranger drank until she was nearly lifeless. Her skin was clammy and pearlescent white. He watched her, as he held her in his arms. Her beauty struck him. The waxy pallor of death colored her cheeks. The perfection of her lips, her eyelashes, her high cheekbones--she was exquisite.
He bit his own wrist, drawing blood, and placed it over her mouth.
“Come on, Moira. Drink the drink of everlasting life. Partake of my blood and become mine in eternity.”
She tasted the saltiness of his blood on her tongue. Her mouth watered yet she felt too weak to move.
“You can do it. Taste it. Moira. Taste and see it is good!”
Moira opened her eyes, and looked at him. She sucked on his wrist, the blood filling her mouth. Her veins alternated ice and fire. With each drink, she became stronger. She drank harder, panting, wanting nothing more than to take him the way he had taken her.
After many minutes, he pushed her away. He breathed heavily through half-parted lips, as impassioned and aroused as she.
“It’s time to sleep now. Oiche mhaith, mo chara.” He tapped her lightly on the head, and she slumped over, unconscious.
He placed her gently in the rocking chair beside the crib. Stroking her hair, he hummed to her softly. The crow cawed, flapped its wings, and flew back into the night. The stranger kissed each little boy on the head, and leapt through the window. Derek looked at his mother and began to cry.
Tawnya lives in Austin, Texas with her three children, dog, and cat. It feels like a zoo most of the time. While she'd like to claim to be the zookeeper, she's pretty sure the cat is actually running the show. She worked in the IT field for over a decade before moving into the education field. She spent three years researching Irish culture, history, mythology, and even the Irish language to bring depth and realism to Moira's world. She's not fluent in Irish, but she can order a pint, which she claims could come in handy after a long day of dealing with hearing 'the dog ate my homework' and wrangling the zoo that is her home.
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On the Way to You, an emotional new standalone from Kandi Steiner is coming November 16th!On the Way to You by Kandi SteinerGenre: Contemporary RomancePublishing Date: November 16th, 2017Photographer: Lauren Watson Perry with Perrywinkle PhotographyWhat makes you happy? That was the question Emery Reed asked me the day we met, and I couldn’t give him a single answer. I could have said my dog, or my books, or yoga — but I just stared. And then, I got in his car. It was crazy to take a road trip with a stranger, but after years of standing still, he was my one-way ticket to a new life, and I wasn’t going to miss it. We shared the same space, the same car, the same hotel room — and still, we were strangers. One day we’d be laughing, the next, we wouldn’t speak. Emery was surrounded by impenetrable walls, but I wanted in. Discovering his journal changed everything. I read his thoughts, words not meant for anyone’s eyes, and the more I learned about him, the harder I fell. It turned out nothing made Emery Reed happy, and I wanted to change that. I earned his trust by violating his privacy, and as wrong as it was, it worked — until one entry revealed a darkness I never knew existed, a timer I never knew was ticking. Suddenly, what made me happy was saving Emery from himself. I just didn’t know if I could. Add to GoodReads: bit.ly/OtWtYGRAbout the Author:Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer. Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies). When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.Connect with the Author:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KandiSteiner/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/2fV1FZW Twitter: @KandiSteiner Sign up for Kandi’s Newsletter here: https://goo.gl/TLsut8 Website: http://kandisteiner.com
Title: Perfect Match
Author: Alexis Alvarez
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 6, 2017
Cover Artist: Jessica Hildreth
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Jacob Cooley
She’s the matchmaker…he’s her sexy client. What could go wrong?
Fia Martin has a tough job: Find the perfect woman for arrogant, handsome Dylan Chambers, before her rival can do it––on national television. If Dylan declares her the winner, Fia’s match-making business will skyrocket.
Dylan is picky. He’s smug. He reminds Fia that he doesn’t believe in true love. The dates she sets up for him end in complete disaster. And every time she tells him to behave, he flirts with her shamelessly.
A stolen kiss turns to a night of unbelievable passion and the best sex of her life...but Fia knows that Dylan’s not interested in more than a fling, because he’s still going on dates for the challenge like nothing happened.
When Dylan chooses her competitor's company for his final dream date in Hawaii, to a woman who looks perfect on paper, Fia figures she can kiss the trophy goodbye. The problem is that she's about to lose her heart, too…to the one man who’s completely unavailable.
“I’d love to live here,” she murmured, reaching out to touch the closest sculpture, a gorgeous creation with swirling green and blue, like an ocean in glass, then drew back a finger, to check his face. “This is the prettiest thing I’ve seen in long time. Can I touch?”
“You can touch anything you want.” His eyes met hers evenly, and she thought she’d seen something open in his expression when she’d complimented his art, something warm and bright.
She didn’t look away, even as she put her hand down to blindly find the smooth glass, running her hand over it. “It feels good.”
He smiled. “I would hope so.”
They stood looking at each other, then he spoke. “Fia?”
“Yes?” She could barely breathe.
“One night. Just to get it out of our system. What do you say?”
“What?”
“No holds barred, one night of passion. You and me. Look, I get what you feel about your clients. And you know I’m not looking for anything long term. But we both want each other pretty fucking badly.”
She sucked in a breath.
“So, let’s just go for it. Seize the day. Take advantage of the chemistry. I promise you I will make it so fucking good, Fia.”
For a second she thought about saying no, but the desire could no longer be denied. She didn’t bother replying, but walked right up to him, wound her arms around his neck and lifted her lips to let him claim her with his mouth.
“Fuck,” he murmured, and his hands were on her back, on her ass, pulling her into him as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
She pressed herself into him, delighting to feel his hard chest against her breasts, and lower, another hardness entirely that indicated how much he wanted her.
“Take off your shirt,” she muttered, pulling at the buttons. “So sexy. But off.” She managed to undo two of the middle ones, and slid her palm into the pocket she’d created to touch his muscular chest. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Your dress comes off first,” he whispered into her ear. “My rules.”
“Why should we play by your rules?” she asked, letting her eyes shut as he kissed and bit down her neck, moaning when he licked her clavicle.
“Because you’ll like it,” he promised. “Want to see?”
“Are you some kind of kinky dom or something?”
He laughed. “Or something.”
Her eyes flew open, but she felt more excitement than concern. “Really?”
He ran a finger down her cheek. “Really.”
“Like, tie-me-up-and-spank-me stuff? Tell me what to do stuff?” Her heart started to race.
“If you like that, then, yeah, I can do that for you.” He ran a hand down her arm, slowly, and they both watched his long fingers stroke her skin. She sucked in a breath at how erotic it felt. “I like almost anything, Fia, so you just tell me”—and he leaned in and put his mouth right at her ear—“What. You. Fucking. Love.”
She whimpered and grabbed at him. She’d always dreamed of being with a man who was unapologetically sexy, so in tune with his body that he could master hers and bring her exquisite pleasure. She didn’t want hard-core BDSM, but she definitely wanted, no craved—for him to take control.
“I might like what you said,” she whispered into his neck. “The tying up and spanking. As long as nobody knows we did this.”
He let his fingers stray to her breasts, which he stroked through the dress. “You like a little pain, with your pleasure, Fia?”
“A little. Not too much. Yes.”
He squeezed a nipple, and she cried out, but it was from passion, not dismay. She started breathing harder.
“You think you’d like doing what I ask?” He bit her neck, and she almost combusted. But she needed to clarify before they went further, just so she could relax and enjoy the moment completely.
“What are your other rules, besides the shirt thing?” she asked, pulling away. They were both breathing hard. She slowly slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. “If I like what I hear, I just might obey.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw, and he smiled a dark, dangerous smile. “For starters, you don’t come until I say you can. But don’t worry…it will be often.”
She sucked in a breath and lowered the dress an inch, and his eyes shot to her breasts, where the creamy skin was slowly being revealed. “And?”
“And you’ll do what I say, when I say it. For instance, if I tell you to come lay down over my lap so I can spank you, you’ll do that.”
“Interesting.” She licked her lip and felt a surge of moisture between her thighs. “You’d honor a safeword, of course.”
“Of course.” He gave her the dark grin again. “You could just tell me to stop. But what word do you want?”
She pulled the fabric still lower so her areolas were visible but not her nipples. “Red. Keep it simple.”
“Good choice.” His voice rolled over her. “Keep going. Show me your tits.”
“What if I don’t do it?” She met his eyes.
He unbuttoned one sleeve and began to deliberately roll up the fabric, little by little. “You want to find out?”
Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances. Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around...and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.
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Title: Welcome Home Soldier
Author: Deanna Wadsworth
Genre: M/M Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner
Release Date: December 2017
Clay and Daniel fell in love as enlisted men during Desert Shield, but Don’t Ask Don’t Tell meant they had to keep it secret. After Clay’s convoy was ambushed, PTSD changed him, and their relationship ended in a horrible fight on Christmas Eve.
Twenty-five years later, they’ve reconnected on Facebook, and Clay finds out Daniel will be alone on Christmas Eve. Impulsively, he sets out for Daniel’s hometown of Gilead, Ohio—where Daniel is now the mayor—to surprise him with a visit. But a blizzard strikes and Clay wrecks his car. All hope of seeing Daniel is lost—until a mysterious old man named Nick offers Clay a ride. The weight of past wounds and the scars of war might make their reunion awkward, but Clay is willing to take the risk to win back his lost love. Despite a lifetime of disappointing holidays, Clay hopes that this soldier is finally coming home for Christmas.
“You sure we’re gonna fit over that bridge?” Clay asked when a rickety-looking bridge appeared up ahead on the edge of the headlights’ range. The one-lane bridge didn’t look wide enough to fit the big vehicle.
“Oh, I can make it,” Nick assured him.
A soldier’s sixth sense kept him alive, and it was a trait very few lost. Though Clay trusted Nick knew what he was doing—he was probably a local—Clay held his breath as they squeezed over the old structure, the curved metal support less than a hand’s width away from Clay’s door.
“Told ya we would make it,” Nick said merrily as they bounced around a bit when the truck was back on the road.
“I can’t believe your boss has you delivering packages this late on Christmas Eve.”
“I work for a real stickler,” Nick said, chuckling. “Gotta make sure that everyone in Gilead gets their Christmas present.”
“You with the post office?” He’d been so anxious to get out of the weather that he hadn’t noticed any badging on the vehicle.
Nick chuckled again. “Something like that. I always spend Christmas Eve delivering packages. It’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Giving everyone their Christmas miracle?”
“I could use a Christmas miracle.”
“Not dying on the side of the road is pretty miraculous.”
After a begrudging nod, Clay let his vision get lost in the warp speed. “Yeah, I guess so.”
Today would be one of his better Christmases. At least Clay wasn’t dead and he would get to see Daniel again.
With his track record, Clay should hate the holidays, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. Christmas was a joyful time of year, one of hope and miracles. Of course, wanting a perfect holiday and having it always fall short used to throw Clay into a tailspin of depression, drugs, and drinking. It was still the hardest day of his sobriety. Last year he did all right, however. He saw three movies on Christmas Day, one was a good, one was lousy, and he fell asleep during the third. The only places usually open were movie theaters and bars, and Clay had no business in a bar. No sense tempting Fate.
The soft refrains of “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” filled the cab.
A sudden, sickening sense of dread filled his chest.
Did he think Daniel would be thrilled to see him after the way Clay ended things? What if Daniel rejected him?
Then what?
He had no car, no phone. He glanced at Nick, humming along to the radio. Maybe he would let Clay ride along on his deliveries… and suddenly Clay was that scared little boy in the church again. Not knowing where he would stay for the night, abandoned and alone. The memory hit him hard, stealing his breath.
The Christmas lights blinked from the greenery on the pew in front of me. Maybe Mama will get us a tree so Santa can find me this year. Laughter caught my ear, and I turned. The family behind us was leaving. I looked around.
Everyone was leaving.
My tummy began to hurt. Mama said she was going potty, but she’s been gone a long time.
Where is she?
“You all right?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Clay blinked hard and rubbed his chest, forcing the old memory back into the box where he locked away things he couldn’t face.
With a bitter sniff, he realized that box had been too damn full for too damn long.
Staring out into the snow steadied his racing heart. He wasn’t that frightened kid anymore, hadn’t been for a long time.
The song on the radio repeated the refrain about being home, taunting Clay with promises of mistletoe and presents under the tree. And where the lovelight gleams?
Whatever that meant.
“There’s the mayor’s place,” Nick announced. “You ready, Clay?”
He shot the man a look, startled by the serious note in his voice.
Didn’t have a choice at this point. “Yeah, sure,” Clay managed as Nick turned into a plowed driveway lined by snow-covered trees that faded into the blowing white.
I could wander off into the night and freeze to death.
“It’s going to be just fine,” Nick assured him.
Clay flinched once more.
Nick wore the expression of someone who knew more than they should or perhaps had seen more than they wished. Or maybe Clay was imagining this entire thing and he was actually dead on the side of the road. He’d learned long ago the mind could create some powerful illusions.
At the end of the driveway, a gleaming light filled the white expanse, a golden beacon of home to match the song still playing. Clay didn’t know what he expected Daniel’s house to look like, but he should’ve known it would be a log cabin A-frame with a big deck drenched in snow. Daniel always dreamed of building a log cabin.
Looks like he got his wish.
Clay’s heart skipped as the song continued to play, and for an instant, Clay felt like a soldier coming home for Christmas after a long and weary tour.
If only in your dreams, Fisher.
“This is where you get off, soldier,” Nick announced.
Clearing his throat when the truck stopped, he offered, “Listen, Nick, I don’t know how to repay—”
Nick raised a hand. “No need. Just go in and make up with your friend.”
Clay studied the cabin, hunkered in between tall pines on one side and a barn on the other, bundled up against the elements. Smoke spiraled from the stone chimney, quickly captured in the storm and whisked away. Golden light spilled from the large windows and onto the white snow. Even through the storm, Clay could make out the colorful twinkling of a Christmas tree inside.
I don’t know if I can do this.
He looked at Nick. “Are you sure you shouldn’t come in? I don’t think Daniel would mind. The roads are getting dangerous.” It was ballsy to invite a stranger into Daniel’s house, but basic human decency wouldn’t allow Nick to go back out into the storm, right?
“No, no,” Nick assured him. “I’ve done this a time or two. I got it all under control.”
Clay nodded but didn’t move.
“Go on,” Nick encouraged. “I have more gifts to deliver tonight than just you.”
Chest aching, Clay let out a weary sigh and zipped his jacket. Then he shook Nick’s hand, engulfing it in both of his own. “Thank you again. And please be safe out there.”
Nick gave a rumbling, deep-belly laugh. “Oh, ho-ho! I’ll be fine. Don’t you worry.”
Hesitating for another moment, Clay said farewell, then climbed from the truck and shut the door. He waved goodbye and hunched into the weather. Leaving fresh tracks, he hurried toward Daniel’s porch. The wind swallowed the sounds of the truck engine, and when he glanced over his shoulder, Nick had already disappeared into the storm.
Godspeed, friend, he thought, grateful for his guardian angel tonight.
He hoped that same good fortune would stay with Nick on his route.
Clay stared at the ominous green door—Daniel’s favorite color. With a fortifying breath, he pushed the doorbell. When he didn’t hear anything, he knocked on the door with a fist. On the other side, a dog barked.
His heart gave a pang at the sound. His white German Shepard Lola had died too young, only seven. Damn, I miss her.
Clay raised his hand to knock again, but the rumble of a man’s voice followed by the switch of a deadbolt stopped him. His heart skipped. This is it.
The door opened.
“Clay?” Hazel eyes met Clay’s, wide with shock.
At least he recognizes me. That’s a start. Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, Clay offered, “Merry Christmas, Daniel.”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and is the current President 2017 for Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
Title: Max's Redemption
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: Romantic Suspense Standalone
Release Date: November 7, 2017
Max:
Harper Campbell was beautiful, smart, and innocent. I’d loved her even before I knew I did.
There was just one problem. She was my best friend’s sister. She was off-limits in ways I couldn’t begin to explain, but I couldn’t help myself.
We were just kids when we fell in love—young and carefree. The world was right there at our fingertips. Then tragedy struck, and I felt I was to blame.
Knowing I would be a constant reminder of the heartbreak I’d caused, I did the only thing I thought I could—I left.
Harper:
I’d loved him for as long as I could remember, and losing him almost broke me.
I tried to move on.
I tried to forget.
But how do you forget the one person you loved with all your heart and soul?
I never thought I’d see him again, but with one unexpected encounter, he was back.
I never believed in second chances. I’d always thought there was no way to go back and fix the mistakes we’d made, but I learned that it wasn’t about changing the past. Second chances are for proving that we can be better—even after we’ve failed.
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one.
Wildly successful entrepreneur, Thane Walker is stubbornly set in his ways. Adamantly resistant to the shackles of commitment, he’s seen enough unhappy endings to learn the best way to play is by keeping his men on the payroll.
Title: Reservations
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2017
Levi Silva’s dream of graduating from one of the country’s top medical schools is in his grasp, until news from home changes everything. Now, he’s raising his two teenage brothers and trying to keep everyone’s head above water, emotionally and financially.
When Levi’s new job puts him in Thane’s path, their chemistry explodes, but their fear of being involved in relationships keeps them apart. Unfortunately, despite the intense desire drawing them together, neither man can move forward until they get past their own…Reservations.
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at [email protected]
Title: Renascence
Series: Death Dealers MC #5
Author: Alana Sapphire
Genre: Standalone Erotic Romance/Suspense
Release Date: October 30, 2017
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Renascence(rÄËnasns)
The revival of something that has been dormant. ***EMILY*** Iâm going to make all your fantasies come true. If anyone could fulfill that promise, itâs Venom, the hot biker who made it. Heâs crude, crass, and has a filthy mouth, but Iâm drawn to him. After everything Iâve been through, the arrangement he offers seems to be exactly what I need. What I didnât expect is for him to be the answer to my prayers, healing me in ways I never thought possible. He awakens something in me I thought long dead. Will he ever want more, or am I fooling myself by thinking he could settle for someone like me? ***VENOM*** I wanted Emily the moment I saw her. All I could imagine was what Iâd do to her if I got her in my bed. The more I get to know her, the more I see how deep her wounds are. Sheâs fragile. As much as I crave her body, bringing her into my world could break her, and not just emotionally. I canât let that happen. I wonât. Men like me donât get a happily ever after. Emily is better off without me, and I pray she doesnât learn that the hard way.
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Alana Sapphire has a great love for writing and music, and always finds a way to combine the two. Her books, though in various subcategories, are all in the Erotic Romance genre. Like a little suspense with your romance? So does Alana! Pick up one of her books and youâll get romance, suspense, drama, and lots of sexy time. With books ranging from MC to paranormal, an Alana story is out there for you. Her characters are like old friendsânear and dear to her heartâand she hopes for her readers to enjoy them as much as she does.
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A Monster Like Me “I love the peculiar silence of shadows. They exist, but leave no mark.” Zeph had been a child, thrust into a war that wasn’t his. When he was older, he discovered he had landed on the wrong side of everything. He’d been fighting for sweet revenge, because of lies he’d believed—and those lies proved to be his ruin. Falling into despair, Zeph decides living is too painful. So, he writes his final act with poison and chooses to end his story. But Fate has other plans for Zeph and when he finds himself in the hands of his enemies, he has to decide: Does he want to live? Or does he want to die? Or maybe that choice is no longer his to make. Ruled by shadows and armed with secrets he never intended to share, Zeph will be put through his toughest battle yet: the war within himself. “He isn’t a lost cause. He’s just—lost.” That’s what Arwyn believes. She sees the monster he has become, but what she also sees is someone worth fighting for. Armed with secrets of her own, she’s determined to help Zeph fight his demons, because there was more on the line than Zeph’s soul. So much more. Revenge may be sweet. But redemption is sweeter. The question is, can Zeph find the boy he used to be, or will he always believe that no one could ever love—a monster like him. “You are everything good. And I am everything children are afraid of.” -- Author Bio: Pamela Sparkman grew up in Alabama. She became an avid reader at a young age. The written word has always fascinated her and she wrote her first short story while still in elementary school. Inspiration for her stories always begins with a song. She believes music is the pulse of life and books are the heart of it. When she isn’t writing, however, she’s spending time with her family and taking one day at a time.
Title: Kneel
Series: God of Rock #1
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Erotic Rockstar Romance
Dash Justice wrote the songs everyone sings.
His face hangs on every girl’s wall. But Dash wasn’t always a rock God.
Once, he was just Jamie, the boy I loved.
But when my name, sung from his lips promises I was good for only one thing, all sweet thoughts of him die.
Now his excuses mean nothing. His promises are weak and I’m about to show the world that even rock Gods can be brought to their knees.
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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Title: Cloaked in Sorcery
Series: Wulfkin Legacy #6
Author: T.F. Walsh
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 30, 2017
Halloween night means spells, spooks, and soul mates in this sexy wolf-shifter novella from USA TODAY bestselling author, T.F. Walsh Kalin Asen wants to be the best fortune-teller at the infamous Bran Castle in Transylvania this Halloween. It should be a no-brainer…until she crosses paths with a sexy Russian wulfkin who just might be her soul mate. But no way in hell would her fate lie with someone who wants her pack dead. Her mission morphs into a single focus: ignore her uncontrollable urges and stay alive. As the commander of the Russian wulfkin army, Axe Vuk takes seriously his assignment to get Bran Castle’s ownership signed over to his alpha. But considering the building isn’t actually for sale, he engages a witch to hex everyone into losing their inhibitions in hopes of getting the owner to accept his offer. Then he meets Kalin, and it’s impossible to tell if his growing attraction is a result of the spell or whether she is truly his mate. When the night takes a deadly turn and his team loses control of their inner wolves, it’s a race against time to stop them from chomping down on every human in the castle. Will Kalin and Axe survive long enough to discover the truth behind their primal passions?
Alarm bells rang in my head. I was face to face with a strange wulfkin in Transylvanian territory. My wolf pressed against my chest, groaning for release, to teach this intruder a thing or two about flirting …
Wait, what? Steady down, girl. He’s the enemy.
Then why did he smell so musky and delicious? And why was he with a human female? The pair emerged from the shadows, the torchlight hitting his piercing golden wolf eyes surrounded by thick lashes. He had the kind of face that would stop anyone in their tracks. Rich brown hair, shorter at the back, with longer strands draped across his brow. Add in his strong and defined face, the perfect ripe lips and … Damn, he was insanely handsome.
“Who are you?” My words came out soft, almost purring. I tried again, coaxing the stronger wulfkin side of me. My attention dipped to his long leather coat, which gave him height but did nothing to conceal his wide shoulders. This wulfkin reminded me of Enre in size, and even his stance was that of a warrior. Ready to battle.
“What are you doing in our territory?” I managed to ask.
The stranger turned to the blond beauty by his side, who wore the brightest red lipstick. Naturally arched eyebrows, blue irises, and high cheekbones added to her attractiveness. The wulfkin mumbled something to her, and I caught the words “check on them.”
The human stared at him longingly, as if she might burst into tears from losing a lover. Just like that, my initial excitement deflated. This was insane. As a wulfkin, I had to protect our land from intruders, not swoon over them. But his scent kept fogging my mind.
When the blonde left his side, she offered me a glare and strolled out of sight behind me.
I returned my attention to the sexy wulfkin and found him prowling close, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his gaze swallowing me. He stood taller than me by half a foot at least. I chewed on my lower lip, my legs wobbling beneath me. Rational thinking flew on the wind as I pictured myself tasting his lips, having him take his coat off so I could see how big he was—his chest, of course, not his package … Goddess, my face was on fire!
He stopped alongside me, glancing down at me.
A part of me trembled—not because he was the enemy, though that should have been reason enough, but because an inferno had awakened my libido. What was wrong with me?
The wulfkin’s warmth folded around me. My wolf shoved against me, and my gut tingled to high hell, as if I’d collapse any moment from the sensation rattling my core.
His eyes twinkled as he leaned closer and said, “My head’s telling me to toss you over the wall. But my wolf’s demanding I devour you.” His voice grew deep and raspy, sending my blood south so fast, I rocked on my feet. He had me at devour.
T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she's always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.
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