Monday, April 9, 2018

The Shifters Spell by Kathy Kulig

THE SHIFTER’S SPELL
Dark Realms, Book 4
By Kathy Kulig, NY Times & USA Today bestselling author
Genre: Sexy fantasy/paranormal, romance
Released Date: February 2018
Number of pages: 101
Word count: 28,000
Tagline: A shapeshifter in search of a mate. Can he claim her before it’s too late?



Blurb: 
Passionate. Magical. Suspenseful 

A shapeshifter in search of a mate. Can he claim her before it’s too late?

Tortured filled centuries passed while Rory Donovan waited for the opportunity to escape the shackles binding him to a world where demons rule. Finally, under the Samhain blue moon, he’s given one night to break the spell, but the odds are stacked against him as he must find a human within the forest boundaries and win the trust of the human’s heart.

Escaping her life was Carolyn’s plan for the weekend. She never feared nature, so camping in the deep woods under a star filled sky is a source of peace and relaxation, right up to the moment her gaze met Rory’s over a roaring fire. She’s met other campers on other explorations and invites the guarded stranger into her camp. The handsome man enchanted her interest with a mysterious tale of ancient stone circles and dangerous, supernatural energies between worlds. Magic powers or not, and despite her unease, she desperately must know more about Mr. Mysterious and the stone circle, to her detriment. 

Once Rory has his beautiful prey within his domain, can he convince her to participate in a perilous ritual that will save his life and change hers forever? 

This heartbreaking love story is a stand-alone paranormal romance with lots of steam, shifter fun, magic, scorching love scenes and action adventure.

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Excerpt:

She handed him the tea, then sat. “Okay. The Druid Circle is dangerous because of these ley lines. Explain.” She crossed her legs, facing him on the log, sitting very close.

He wanted to pull her over his lap into his arms. Better yet, he wanted to taste her mouth, her neck. If dreams were reality, he’d drape her with the warmth of his nakedness. Then savor every inch of her skin, beginning with her breasts and continue moving down. Thoughts of pleasuring her with his mouth aroused him.

Stop. Do not think of this now.

Ah, yes, this be the time to break the curse. No wonder his manly drives were getting the better of him. He leaned on his thighs with his forearms to hide the bulge in his pants. No need to scare the lass. If she saw that, she would most likely send him on his way.

“Tell me about ley lines,” she said.

A serious one, she is. “Yes. Ley lines. They’re paths of unknown energy that run straight through the earth. There are cool vortices, the magnetic energy and the hot vortices, the electric. When they intersect they become a doorway to other realities.”

She stared at him for a long moment, blinking. “Is this supposed to be some metaphysical theory, or just a campfire story?”

“It be the truth.”

“I think I read about this. I wonder if that’s how people disappear in the Bermuda Triangle,” she said.

He shrugged. “There are magnetic and electric vortices—very powerful ones at the Druid’s Circle. 

And this is the time that the two intersect, creating a doorway to another place.”

“A doorway to where?”
“Don’t know—anywhere, anytime. The universe is constantly moving and so do the intersections of these vortices.”

She nodded. “Then it stands to reason that the places where these doorways lead also change.” Carolyn put her tea cup down and straddled the log. “So these people who keep disappearing from the Bermuda Triangle could be all over the universe.”

“All over the universe, at different times or different times on Earth too.”

“Wow, that’s fascinating. Cool theory.”

“It’s not a theory.” He hadn’t gotten his point across how dangerous the ley lines were. She’s curious about them, not frightened. Not good. The whole idea was to keep her away from the circle until the eve of Samhain. He couldn’t risk her going there before then.

“How do you know these ley lines are at the Druid’s Circle?” she asked.

“The Druids who built them used dousers or those who had the Sight to find them. The Druids then built their circles along the ley lines. Usually the lines are either hot or cold, but this area has both. Occasionally, the lines cross within the circle and that be when it’s most dangerous.”

Her leg touched his now. Did she realize what she did to him? Or was she so interested in the story that she wasn’t aware. With every stroke of her knee or thigh against his leg, his groin throbbed. Ah, he could take her to his bed tonight. No. Too soon. He must wait for the ritual if she be the one.

“What about other stone circles, are they built near ley lines?” she asked in all seriousness.

“I think some are. The Druids, or whoever built them, may have understood how to use the energy safely,” he said. “The Sidhe understand how to manipulate the energy to some degree.”

“These ley lines are why the circle isn’t safe. You can’t go near it either.”

“Oh no, I go there all the time.”

She rolled her eyes. “Then it must not be that dangerous.” She smiled. “Caught you.”

“I tell you no joke. I know the circle. Trust me. In a couple of days, I can take you there myself. It’ll be safe then.”

Her amusement faded, and he feared his welcome had too.

“I know you believe I be playing some prank on you, but I’m not, Carolyn.” The wounded look in her eyes crushed his heart. How could he make her understand the dangers without forcing his powers? He’d already used a little of his Glamour to stir her interest, but he felt guilty enough about that. With only three days left, he may not have enough time to convince her.

“I believe that you believe it,” she said softly.

He smiled at that and the sparkle of amusement in her eyes gave him some hope. Although, he was not sure if she was humoring him. She could be a willing participant for the ritual, but did he have the right to place her in such risk?

She was his only hope. After three days, he’d have to wait another eighty years before he would get another chance.

He gently touched her shoulder-length hair. “It’s the color of a fawn and just as soft.” And smells of sweet citrus and wild flowers. He raised her hand to his mouth and lightly touched her fingers with his lips. “It’s late, I should go.” He released her hand and stood.

“Yes.” She stood, searching his face as if she wanted to say something more, or do something. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Her lips parted. He leaned closer, inches away. With a little nudge of his Glamour, he could make her kiss him. Her eyelids fluttered. She was strong, resistant to his power. He sighed, his warm breath on her neck made her shiver. 

Standing this close, he could smell her arousal, feel her heat. Good, she was responding to him, but he had to be careful not to scare her off. He sensed her desire, but he must wait. 

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Books in the Dark Realms series: Dark Worlds of Supernatural Heroes, Who Haunt Us, Hunt Us and Hunger for Us


DRAGON WITCH, BOOK 1 

EDGE OF PASSION, BOOK 2 

TATTOO WITCH, BOOK 3 

THE SHIFTER’S SPELL, BOOK 4 

More books to come…

*All books in the Dark Realms series are individual and stand-alone stories.*

About the Dark Realms series: A collection of sensual romance novellas and short novels with supernatural heroes and fantasy elements. Shifters, space and time travel, witches, and perhaps a vampire or ghost in the future. They can be set on Earth, on another world or with in another dimension. With out of this world heroes who haunt us, hunt us and hunger passionately for us. Each book is a complete and individual story. No cliffhangers!

About Kathy: New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Kathy Kulig is known for her erotic paranormal and contemporary romances that are passionate, engaging and emotionally intense. Kathy has been praised for her “excellent storytelling with a brilliant eye for detail” by Romantic Times Magazine. She began her writing career in journalism, publishing articles in magazines and newspapers. Kathy has been featured or quoted in the Chicago Tribune, Writer's Digest, Romantic Times Magazine, USA Today HEA, Bustle Magazine, Florida Weekly, and appeared on several radio shows. For more information, please visit http://www.kathykulig.com
Some on her fave things: walks on the beach, traveling, curling up with her Kindle, binge-watching Netflix series and having dinners out with her amazing husband. She lives in Pennsylvania in a 100-year-old Victorian house with a garage built out of reject tombstones. 

You may read more about Kathy, her books, contest and upcoming projects by visiting her Website http://www.kathykulig.com and subscribing to her 







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A Lady's Honor by A.S. Fenichel

A Lady's Honor (Everton Domestic Society #1) by A.S. Fenichel
Not every match is made at the marriage mart…
After a disastrous, short-lived engagement and years of caring for her ailing grandmother, Phoebe Hallsmith is resigned to spinsterhood. But if she must be unmarried, far better to be of use than languishing at home, disappointing her parents. As an employee of the Everton Domestic Society of London, Phoebe accepts a position at the country home of an old friend and discovers an estate—and a lord of the manor—in a state of complete chaos.
Losing himself in the bottle has done nothing to ease Markus Flammel’s grief over losing his wife. Not even his toddler daughter can bring him back from the brink. Now this fiery, strong-minded redhead has taken over his home, firing and hiring servants at will and arousing unexpected desire. As not one, but two, suitors suddenly vie for Phoebe’s hand, can Markus move past loss and fight for a future with the woman who has transformed his world?


Author Bio:
A.S. Fenichel (Andrea) gave up a successful IT career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She's never looked back.


Andrea adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

She is currently writing Regency romance for Kensington Publishing and you can learn more about Andrea's books at http://asfenichel.com or visit her on her Facebook page, where she spends entirely too much time. https://www.facebook.com/A.S.Fenichel.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband, a fussy cat and a demanding dog. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.


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Sunday, April 8, 2018

Dark Desires by Aja James





Paranormal / Fantasy Romance
Date Published: April 5, 2018

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“A human and a vampire. An Assassin and his target. They made an impossibility possible, despite his past, despite their present. They had the future—they had Eternity.”

Ryu Takamura is the Dark Ones’ Assassin. He has never missed his target…until now. Until her.

Ava Monroe is a talented geneticist who holds the key to the vampire race’s future…and perhaps her own as well.

Their attraction is explosive from the first. She would do anything to have him. He would sacrifice all to protect her.

But will their love triumph over seemingly impossible odds as they battle enemies new and old? Especially the demons from Ryu’s past? And deep within his heart?


She was not what he expected.
Not that he knew what Professors or Doctors (or whatever one called someone with both PhD and MD as a suffix to their name) in molecular genetics looked like on average, if there was such a stereotype to begin with.
But he thought they might be…older.
Gray-haired with glasses and a wizened, wrinkled visage reflecting self-sacrifice (for how else would they have had the time to concentrate on their studies?) and solemnity (for what humor was there in such an analytical, methodological subject?).
For Ryu Takamura, who had been raised for the first ten years of his life in a whorehouse and abandoned thereafter at a Shinto shrine, formal education—hell—any education seemed foreign and antithetical to his own upbringing.
Perhaps this was why he always dressed and spoke with meticulous care.
To any observer, he appeared to be the immensely wealthy heir to a Japanese or Korean conglomerate, living a life of privilege and idleness with armies of servants to tend to his every need. His clothes were of the finest quality and tailored to fit his long, lean body to perfection. His wavy black hair was tousled just so, fuller on top and in the back and shaved closely on the sides to emphasize his aristocratic bone structure, all angles and points liked a laser-cut diamond.
He was so blindingly elegant, in fact, he could never have been mistaken for a real Asian heir. He represented what their alter egos might aspire to if they could ever look as resplendent as he. Rather like how K-dramas represented the ridiculously good-looking and wealthy on TV with actors who had undergone countless surgeries to mimic perfection.
If only they knew the truth. Ryu’s lips tipped at one corner in dark amusement.
He cast a surreptitious glance at the woman beside him.
She seemed determined to keep to herself and take up as little space as possible though she had plenty of it. She was—Ryu struggled to describe her—a study in contrasts.
Short. At just over five feet.
Round. At least where females were supposed to be round. She was extremely well-endowed in those areas, but relatively slim in others.
Dark velvety eyes like Bambi, full of innocence and ignorance.
Full, luscious lips like pillows, made for sin.
Ryu didn’t know whether her instant, palpable attraction to him was a good thing or a bad thing. Her body was still radiating an enormous amount of sexual tension and heat even as she tried to pretend normality and hide in her seat.
Ryu mentally shrugged. He’d deal with it later if he had to. Usually, such attraction came in handy.
And he hadn’t fed in weeks.
But for some reason, he didn’t feel like using her weakness against her. It didn’t seem fair.
He scoffed mentally. Then again, what did he care for fairness. It wasn’t as if the term had ever been liberally applied to himself.
Or applied at all, for that matter.
He closed his eyes and reclined his headrest to a more comfortable position, putting the luscious human morsel from his mind for the moment.
He had a mission to accomplish. Several actually.
First, he was following a trail the Russian mob boss left when he hightailed out of NYC after the expansion of the insidious fight club network had started stalling. The Chosen had eliminated one of the heads of the hydra recently, one of their own, in fact, but there were at least two others that they knew of still at large. Their sometime allies, the Pure Ones, had returned from their pursuit of Sergei Antonov with very few clues. But one of them pointed to the fact that Japan was Sergei’s next destination.
Second, he was to rendezvous with his ex-comrade Inanna and her Mate Gabriel within the fortnight. Being native to the land and familiar with the language, culture and history, having lived it himself over hundreds of years, he might be able to help them in their search for Inanna’s father, whose last and only proof of life was found in Japan, dating to a time Ryu was intimately familiar with.
Third, the New England vampire queen, Jade Cicada, whom he served as one of her most fearsome warriors, had gotten wind of some nasty development in which humans were experimenting with vampires, even gaining traction with some genetic engineering and splicing of human and Dark DNA together. The next step was cloning.
If they were not stopped, vampires, or some concoction of virtually immortal creatures, might soon be mass produced in test tubes.
Why anyone would want such an event was one question. What the world would look like overrun by bloodsuckers was another.
As a vampire himself who often saw the ugliest, darkest, filthiest parts of his Kind, Ryu would rather not contemplate such a possibility.
And if he had any downtime in the middle of saving the world and doing a favor for friends, why, he might just pursue his one personal vendetta that was long overdue.
He did relish multi-tasking.
The white noise of the airplane engine receded into the background as his ears adjusted to the sound, enough that he noticed the restless squirming in the seat beside him.
Ryu raised his right eyelid a fraction and saw that his erstwhile companion was struggling to get the lower portion of her seat lifted to elevate her legs. It was stuck.
“May I?” Ryu murmured, offering his aid.
But she had ear buds in and did not hear him, continuing to alternately push the seat buttons in the electronic panel by her arm and bend down to pull at the leg rest.
He reached across the narrow divider that separated their seats to get her attention just as she suddenly whipped upright and turned in his direction.
Rather than touching her shoulder as he’d intended, his fingers brushed her cheek and mouth. His palm cradled the left side of her face for a heartbeat.

But it was long enough to tilt the world on its axis.

About the Author


Aja has been writing stories since the age of six, and novels since the age of thirteen. While she'd be the first to admit that those early efforts weren't particularly good, she sure loved putting them down on paper!

The best part of writing, according to Aja, is that it’s completely organic, the way the stories develop. When the inspiration hits, she writes just so she herself can learn where the characters are headed because oftentimes, they take her by surprise! It is her ultimate dream to share her stories with as many readers as she possibly can.

Her other loves include art, cooking, old movies (anything with Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, Robert Redford, Vivien Leigh, Elizabeth Taylor, Paul Newman, Clark Gable, and all the song and dance numbers because she can’t watch them and not be happy!)

She adores taking long walks with her husband and running after her two rambunctious kids. She has traveled extensively (all seven continents except Antarctica) and has had a multi-cultural upbringing. She speaks two and a half languages and binge watch TV shows when the mood strikes.

Aja has a Bachelor’s of Arts in Comparative Literature and Economics and two Master’s degrees, one of which is in East Asian Studies.


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Saturday, April 7, 2018

Until Sunrise by Sarah O'Rourke Tour & Giveaway



Until Sunrise by: Sarah O’Rourke
Part of Aurora Rose Reynolds’ Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 3rd, 2018
Cover Design: Sarah O’Rourke

Michelle Buchanan wasn't looking for the perfect man to fill her life.  She'd settle for Mr. Right Now to fill the empty spot in her bed - just someone that could help her with the little problem of her lingering virginity.  But when Luka Templeton invaded her blind date and suddenly begins taking over her every waking thought, she realizes that she is in way too deep with the confident alpha male currently wreaking havoc on her life.  

Join us on this romantic comedy romp as Chelle and Luka find their way to happily ever after!           
                                                                        
Romantic comedy.  Releases on April 3 as part of Aurora Rose Reynold's Happily Ever After Kindle World.  (And if you've read Aurora's Until series, you'll know Chelle from Until Ashlyn!)




Available exclusively in Kindle Unlimited!

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  1. How did the two of you begin writing together?

We met in an online writing group, found out that we were writing similar type stories and plotlines, and soon became fast friends!   After a few months, we started beta reading for each other, and that soon morphed into “Ummmm, just help me out with this one paragraph, ‘kay?”    Needless to say, it grew into much more than just a paragraph or two when we started writing whole stories together. That was over 9 years ago...and wow!  Life has surely changed so much during that time. We call ourselves Crazy One and Crazy Two -- for VERY obvious reasons!

      2.  Where did the concept for Until Sunrise come from?

Until Sunrise is based in the Happily Ever Alpha Kindle World (Aurora Rose Reynolds.)  Our characters were very briefly mentioned in ARR’s book Until Ashlyn. We had the great pleasure of giving a romantic (and funny!) backstory to Michelle and Luke that we hope does justice to ARR’s amazing world!

      3. What is your favourite type of book to read?  

Romance.  Romance. And MORE Romance!!!  

      4. Out of all the books you’ve written, do you have a favourite?  

Oh, we’re not supposed to have favorites, right?  Well, don’t tell the other little book children, but we are both exceedingly fond of Man of Honor.   Zeke is the ultimate hero that we just love to pieces!

       5. What is your writing process?

Our process usually starts with a few glasses of wine and a 4-hour phone call.Crazy One usually  has some wild-ass idea for an off-the-wall story, so we start with 30 minutes of Crazy Two trying to talk Crazy One out of the latest adventure. It seldom works. Then, Crazy Two resigns herself to 4-6 months of writing hell. (FYI: In case you’re wondering, Crazy Two knows the battle has been lost when Crazy One lets out a war cry of "Bitch, let's do this thing!”)

At the beginning, we usually talk and talk and talk about plotlines, settings, characters, etc. before the first word is written. Do NOT underestimate the amount of talking that we do. We then make sure that all of our crazy meds are filled and available at a moment's notice. Then Crazy One will start writing – and after an inordinate amount of bitching, whining, and complaining, she sends the chapters to Crazy Two for review. Crazy Two then drinks a few bottles of wine, puts on her football helmet, and goes to battle with Crazy One over any changes. This can get bloody.

When the book is finished, Crazy Two then edits and rewrites...and sends it back to Crazy One, who has her Momma and the Crazy Crew Street Team read it while simultaneously yelling about the ridiculous and wicked cuts that were made to her precious manuscript. Momma, who obviously was a Grammar Nazi in a previous life, then lectures both Crazies on their lack of knowledge concerning basic English language structure. (Ignore Momma...she’s a little bitter about all those dollars spent on Crazy One’s college education. Hi, Momma!)

In the end, Crazy Two prepares the covers (which usually sends Crazy One into hiding because Crazy Two becomes slightly psychotic during design time. It’s not her fault...no one appreciates how much she SUFFERS for her art!)  Then we publish the book and pray. And drink. A lot. There ya go! Does that sound confusing? Imagine how we feel!

    6. If you could meet one author, who would it be and why?

Well, we’ve been blessed to meet so maaaaany of our idols recently. BUT...if we were able to turn back the clock, we’d want to meet Margaret Mitchell...hands down.  In our opinion, that woman wrote the best alpha male ever to grace the pages of a book. We would love to just have 5 tiny, short minutes with her to pick her brain and find out what motivated her to write Gone With the Wind and how she managed to develop such amazing characters!  (And we’re both born and raised in the South...)

    7. Where does your inspiration come from?

There’s an old saying that recommends that you “Write what you know.”  We’ve taken that to heart, and most of our books are set in the South (southern United States) and are about Southern belles and their kick-ass alphas.  Since both of us were born and raised in the South, we’re pretty well-versed in how romance works down here, and we often find ourselves including scenes or dialogue that we have heard or actually said!

    8. What are your favourite things about signings?  Do you get nervous at them?

Oh, Crazy One is our signing guru.  She loves to interact with our current readers and meet new readers!  Signings are also a time for to be fangirls and get to meet the other authors that we love and admire!

    9. What inspired you to become writers?

We each started for different reasons but ALMOST at the same time.  Crazy One started writing in order to deal with her husband’s military deployment.  Crazy Two began writing in order to relax from work issues.

    10. What are your next upcoming releases?  

We’re currently working on Copy Cat, which will be a companion story to our paranormal shifter romance Cat Scratch Fever.  Then, we’ll be working on Maggie and Ice’s story (from our Passion in Paradise series.) We’re not quite sure on the title yet, but we do have it narrowed down to two choices! That’s progress for us!


No Excuses (Your Momma Raised You Better Than That) - Meghan Trainor
Perfect - Ed Sheeran
I Feel a Sin Coming On - Pistol Annies
Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragon
What Lovers Do - Maroon 5
Heart in Your Hand - Plant and Page
Do You Want to Know a Secret - The Beatles
She's with Me - High Valley
Marry Me - Thomas Rhett


Michelle Buchanan - a younger Rachel McAdams
Luka Templeton - Joe Manganiello
Ashlyn Mayson – Kate Hudson
Amelia Templeton – Diane Keaton
Ed Templeton  - Tommy Lee Jones
Alan Sandfeldt -  Jack McBrayer


Please visit Sarah O’Rourke’s author page here to enter an exclusive giveaway!

Sarah O'Rourke is actually TWO besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other.

Between them, they have four children and twenty-plus years of marriage...one to a retired super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers...and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!

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Alisa's Review: Twice Bitten by Lynsay Sands


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Kindle Edition, 384 pages
Published March 27th 2018 by Avon




Thrilling, witty, and oh-so-sexy, Lynsay Sands’ Argeneau novel brings together a beautiful Immortal and the man who is her destiny…
For someone who’s been around for over a hundred and forty years, immortal Elspeth Argeneau hasn’t done a whole lot of living. Now that she’s moved away from her controlling mother, she’s tracking down rogue vampires and enjoying some overdue freedom. A fling would be fun. A life mate can wait. Yet to Elspeth’s surprise, her landlady’s hot grandson checks both boxes.
Wyatt fell instantly in love with Elspeth four years ago. He’s stunned to run into her again, especially as she has no memory of him. Then again, there are a lot of things about Elspeth that don’t make sense, like the miraculous speed with which her wounds heal. And the chemistry that transforms every touch into an explosion of desire. With mysterious “accidents” besieging Elspeth, the ex-Special Forces soldier appoints himself her bodyguard. But time is running out to uncover the truth about her enemies—and rediscover the man determined to love her for eternity.
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I love this series and this book was no exception! I hope this series never ends!!!
I could not stop reading!!!
Elspeth had is rough. First and most importantly her mother. Damn, and we all thought our moms were bad growing up. Then having to deal with attempts on her life. As well as meeting her Life mate. 
What a whirlwind!

*I received my copy from edelweiss in exchange for an honest review






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Friday, April 6, 2018

Without Warning by Desiree Holt


Blurb:

When you don’t know how the story will end . . .

After years of hard work honing his craft, Blake Edwards is now an international bestselling author. But one thing he never imagined was that his fictional world would become all too real. When a stalker turns Blake’s latest book tour into a treacherous and nearly deadly trap, it’s time for Blake to hire protection. But the body assigned to keep an eye on him is someone he never wants out of his sight . . .

As a bodyguard for Vigilance, the private security agency in Blake’s hometown of Arrowhead Bay, Samantha Quenel has found the perfect outlet for her military experience. But her latest client is also a former high school flame, which might explain her willingness to protect Blake at all costs—even if that means staying in the same room with him, on the same bed, under the same torrid sheets . . .


Excerpt:

I know what you did.

Blake Morgan stared at the piece of paper in his hand, pulse accelerating, a tiny finger of ice slithering down his spine. Again. Someone had left it again. A message with the same words.
Goddamnit!
He looked around to see if he could spot whoever this was, the familiar fear gripping him, his stomach knotting. But he knew he’d see nothing. He never did. Whoever this was moved like a ghost, silent and unseen, leaving his taunting messages. If he wanted to keep Blake on edge, he was doing a damn good job of it. In a fit of anger, Blake crumpled the paper and stuck it in the drink holder of the car. He wasn’t going to let some unknown asshole frighten him. He’d faced worse than this.
He’d found the damn stupid note stuck under his windshield wiper when he went to get his car from the hotel parking garage. Anyone could have done it. Who paid attention to cars in a parking garage, anyway? And why would they? But Jesus. How the hell had someone known which car was his? It was a rental, for crap’s sake.
Wait! Were those footsteps? Was someone running toward him? Away from him? A car door slammed somewhere and an engine turned over. He looked around, wondering if he’d see someone hiding in the shadows, every nerve on high alert.
Okay, get your shit together. You aren’t a character in one of your books.
Anyway, whoever was doing this wouldn’t be quite so obvious. He—or she—would be careful and silent. He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Calm, he told himself. People were waiting for him. His readers. He couldn’t freak out on them.
Crap. Double crap.
Who in the fucking hell was doing this? Who could he have pissed off so much they’d do something like this? A reader he’d offended? Reviewer? Blogger? Not anyone he’d been dating, for sure. He was so busy these days that dates weren’t even on the horizon.
So really. These messages. What the fuck?
He’d blown off the first note as a prank, a harmless joke, although he didn’t think it was very funny. Or maybe even a case of mistaken identity.
Just the one sentence on a plain sheet of paper, typed on someone’s computer.

I know what you did.

He had no idea who it was from. There was no signature, no return address. The postmark was Boston, but he was pretty sure none of the people he knew in that city would be sending him a message like this. He had a lot of readers from that area, but he never gave out his address or phone number. And nothing had been coming in to his public email.
So how the fuck did whoever this was know where he was staying?
Maybe they’d followed him to the hotel, a thought that brought another attack of the creeping chills.

I know what you did.

His agent had made light of it. “The price of fame,” Henry had joked. “It brings the weirdos out of the woodwork. This is your third best seller so you’ve got a lot more eyes focused on you. You’ve had nutty stuff like this happen before. Okay, maybe not quite like this. But eventually, when you don’t make a big deal about it in the media, they give up and move on to someone else. Whoever this is will get tired of the game and disappear.”
But that hadn’t happened. The notes kept coming, showing up in different cities wherever he was signing. Different hotels and venues. Someone was tracking his tour. Not just the cities but also the facilities—bookstores, event centers, wherever.
The police weren’t much help. They were courteous, but the events all happened in different cities, so nobody really had jurisdiction. And, as one overly polite detective told him, he didn’t think this was a case for the FBI.

I know what you did.


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Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published author of erotic and spicy romance. A graduate of the University of Michigan with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
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Thursday, April 5, 2018

The Duke of Ruin by Darcy Burke

DUKERUIN_BT_BANNERThe Duke of Ruin, an all-new historical standalone from USA Today bestselling author Darcy Burke, is LIVE!

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With her betrothal to a duke in tatters and scandal imminent, Diana Kingman has two choices: live in certain ignominy or flee into obscurity. Diana wants solitude. She never wished to wed in the first place. However, her father will stop at nothing to betroth her to one of the finest titles in the realm...no matter how loathsome the bearer. Escape is Diana’s only option, and she’ll pay any price to achieve freedom.
Universally blamed for the death of his wife and unborn child, Simon Hastings doesn’t dispute his guilt over an accident he cannot even remember. He hasn’t had a drink since, nor a moment’s peace. Determined to be a better man, Simon rescues a young woman in need—only to be accused of kidnapping. They must marry to save him from prison. But how can a man haunted by the love he lost and a woman afraid to get too close find happiness together?

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He turned from the fire and contemplated the bed. It was neither big nor small and would support a blanket between them. However, there was no dressing screen to allow for privacy. He wasn’t entirely sure how to broach the sensitive topic of disrobing, but since they would be spending several nights together, it had to be done. He looked back at her over his shoulder. “You aren’t planning on sleeping in your clothes again, are you?” She turned in front of the fire but didn’t come toward him. “I’d rather not. But I’m afraid I’m in need of assistance. Unfortunately, my wardrobe depends upon a maid.” “I’d be happy to provide help. Just remember I’ve no experience as a ladies’ maid.” “Did you never undress your wife?” She looked away, angling herself back toward the fire. “Forget I asked that.” He went back toward her and spoke softly. “Don’t.” She turned her head, her blue eyes dark and vivid in the firelight. “We are going to get to know each other much better than we ought, and I don’t want you to regret things you might say. I assumed you would be curious about my wife. Yes, I undressed her. Many times. If I close my eyes, I can still feel her skin.” But he didn’t close his eyes. He couldn’t. She—Miss Diana Kingman—held him captive with her gaze. Miss Kingman exhaled. “You must promise not to look. Aside from what you must do to unlace my gown. “I promise.” He kept his voice and his gaze steady. “We must trust each other on this journey. Implicitly. That’s why I won’t shy away from your questions.” She nodded, then presented her back. “Will you leave while I undress? I’ll need ten minutes or so. I’ll be in bed when you return and will close my eyes while you disrobe.” It was a good plan, particularly since he thought a walk outside in the cold might do him some good. A beautiful woman’s back presented to him for the purpose of assistance with disrobing was too reminiscent of a time gone by and yet wholly new. Miss Kingman wasn’t Miriam, nor did he want her to be. Simon quickly unlaced her gown and helped lift it over her head. He laid it across one of the chairs set at a small table and returned to help her remove her petticoat and unlace her corset. When he finished, he dropped his hands to his sides. “I can finish,” she said, without looking back. “Thank you.” He left without a word, closing the door firmly behind him. He inhaled sharply, taking perhaps the deepest breath he had in the last ten minutes. Thankfully he didn’t encounter anyone on his walk. He wasn’t in the mood to made idle chatter. His thoughts were bad enough—railing at him for being attracted to someone who wasn’t his wife. But how could he expect to go through life as he had the past two years? A self-hating, forlorn monk. Oh, he put on a good face for everyone else, but no one knew how acutely his pain cut. Tomorrow, they would be on their way to Northampton, and hopefully, things would go as smoothly as they had so far. But first he had to spend the night in her bed. Again. Only with less clothing. Thinking it had been well more than ten minutes, he made his way back upstairs. The lantern next to the bed had been extinguished, leaving just the light from the fire to illuminate the room. Simon looked toward the bed. Miss Kingman lay near the edge of one side—as close as she could get without falling off, he noted—her back to the center of the bed, where it looked as though she’d rolled one of the blankets and placed it between them. He hoped there were enough coverings on the bed to keep them warm. Last night, they’d worn more clothing to bed. Hell. He wore a nightshirt to sleep in or, most often, nothing at all. Tonight, he should probably keep his smallclothes on. Shrugging out of his jacket, he hung it on a hook in the wall. He sat down to remove his boots, working as quietly and quickly as possible. When he’d removed everything but his shirt and smallclothes, he went to his side of the bed and crawled between the icy covers. He shuddered involuntarily and felt her jerk. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Cold bed.” “Very,” she responded, her low, feminine voice rustling over him like a fine silk. He considered making an offer to warm them both up—body heat would be most beneficial. But that was likely a bad idea. For so many reasons. He turned to his side, away from her, but snuggled his back against the rolled-up blanket. That would help with the cold. And the warmer he got, the more easily he would fall asleep. And the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner he could put the proximity of Miss Kingman out of his mind. Too bad none of that happened very quickly at all.
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Darcy Burke is the USA Today Bestselling Author of sexy, emotional historical and contemporary romance. Darcy wrote her first book at age 11, a happily ever after about a swan addicted to magic and the female swan who loved him, with exceedingly poor illustrations.
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