Friday, February 5, 2016

$20 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway- Spies R Us by Amber Malloy

Spy movies leave the audience on the edge of their seats wanting more. This genre will always hold a classical feel that stands the test of time. Anything can happen and anything usually does. The formula can be different each time—or the same tried and true. Can you guess which franchise I’m talking about?

Since we all would love to save the world from imminent danger without super powers, this task would probably be impossible. However, spy movies allow mere mortals extraordinary skills in the worst of situation. 

10. Mission Impossible and 007—These two franchise are old throw backs that were almost left off. Sometimes the series hits it out of the park, like Sky Fall and Casino Royal, or falls flat like MI-2. These oldie but goodies are a tie since we know exactly what we are getting into when we sit down to watch them.

9. Haywire (2011)—Not the best acting but the fight scenes are worth it. I’m all for girl power and Haywire definitely provides that. 

8. Bourne Identity —Also a franchise, but the modern ‘flip’ shakes things up a bit more then Mission Impossible and 007.

6. Salt (2010)—Angelina Jolie revisit her spy roots in this movie with grit. It was good enough to watch a sequel.

7. All the President’s Men (1976)—The only movie on the list that doesn’t have spies but is about spying. I couldn’t resist adding this to the list, because the acting is awesome and there still a whole lot of intrigue.

5. Mr. and Mrs. Smith (2005)—This movie has action, romance, and humor. It even has Vince Vaughn in his first ‘not that annoying but still kind of annoying’ role. 

4. Three days of the Condor (1975)—Another Robert Redford throwback that doesn’t end the way a spy movie should … or maybe it does. Trust me and put it on your Netflix list to find out. 

3. Safe House (2012)—This movie, with Denzel Washington and Ryan Reynolds, is a tricky spy movie in which the audience couldn’t care less who they should root for. Usually we want the good guy to win, but that bad guy seems to be all right, too. 

2. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (2002)—This one is a hoot. Sam Rockwell knocks this mind-blowing ride out of the park. In fact, this movie was so good that many people had to ask if the dude from the Gong Show really was a spy or not. 

1. Argo (2012)—Another must see, this Ben Affleck film was good from beginning to end. This one is even based off of a true story. 

Spies R Us
Amber Malloy

Genre: Erotic Action Adventure. 

Publisher: Totally Bound

Book Description:

The top African American spy, Eden Morgan, was living the good life…

Days away from permanently leaving the spy game, Eden Morgan plan of being a stay at home mom goes up in smoke. Number one on the Russian hit list, Eden must leave her beautiful family and figure out who’s trying to kill her.

Unfortunately, her agency burns her status, so what should have been only weeks on the run turned into years. Instead of accepting her fate, Eden claws her way from the dead to save the next people on the Russian’s hit list… her kids. However, after three years missing, her homecoming isn’t well received. She finds that her awesome husband has moved on with a perky school teacher; not to mention her twins barely remember her. With a good idea who’s behind the plot to kill them, Eden must navigate car pool lanes, bitchy moms, and one angry, sexy husband.

By definition, Vann Morgan was charmed. One gorgeous wife and twins, and the most difficult thing in his life was reconstruction of his Chicago brownstone. Unfortunately everything changes when his lovely wife disappears and no one but him seems to care. After some years, Vann makes a new normal as a single dad, but his routine is blown apart when his long lost wife comes back. Unable to trust Eden with his heart, he soon uncovers that everything surrounding her disappearance was all his fault.

About the Author

Amber Malloy dreamed of being a double agent but couldn't pass the psyche evaluation. Crushed by despair that she couldn't legally shoot things, Amber pursued her second career choice as pastry chef. When she's not writing or whipping up a mean Snickers Cheesecake, she occasionally spies on her sommelier. Amber is convinced he's faking his French accent.

Twitter @ambermalloy

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Cover and Book Trailer Reveal for Half Life by Paul H.B. Shin

Half Life
Paul H.B. Shin

Publisher: Fiery Seas Publishing, LLC 

Genre: Thriller   

Release Date: September 6, 2016

About the Book:

The year is 1997. North Korea is suffering from a devastating famine that has shaken the foundation of the ruling class. A series of high-profile defections to the West has lead the reclusive country's leadership into the grasp of paranoia.

Nuclear scientist Han Chol-Soo is on a tenuous diplomatic mission to the United States. There he is forced to embark upon a high-stakes pursuit after his wife disappears with their newborn son. Paralyzed with fear at the repercussions of her decision, Han turns to his colleague Park Jun-Young for help -- a man that he suspects is an intelligence operative. He soon regrets his decision as Park cuts a swath of mayhem in the name of helping Han, and the chase forces Han to confront the harsh realities of his home country.

Half Life Reviews

“Half Life is a terrific novel. Right from the start you'll be drawn into many dark worlds—politics, espionage, and North Korea—and it will keep you on the edge of your seat right until the last page. Paul H.B. Shin’s authenticity and style cannot be missed.” –Dale Brown, New York Times bestselling author of Starfire (William Morrow)

“A gripping, taut espionage thriller, Half Life is enriched by the love story at its core and the refusal to give simple answers. I loved it.” –Robert Ferrigno, bestselling & award-winning author of Heart of the Assassin (Scribner)

“Paul H. B. Shin wraps an engaging tale of espionage and intrigue around a failed marriage in his new international thriller, Half Life. With sure-footed prose and vivid characterization, Shin takes readers inside the paranoid claustrophobia of North Korea’s political world, where even high-ranking diplomats live in constant fear. With North Korea's nuclear arms program as a backdrop, the eminently believable and thoughtful plot will have readers wondering if they're looking at tomorrow's news. A well-wrought debut.”

–Jim DeFelice, #1 New York Times bestselling co-author of American Sniper (William Morrow)

About the Author:

Paul H.B. Shin’s debut novel follows a career as an award-winning journalist for more than 20 years, most recently for ABC News. He previously wrote for the New York Daily News. He was born in South Korea and lived in London during his childhood. He now lives in Brooklyn, New York.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Top 10 Must Haves for a Page Turning Read-Near The Wild by Maureen Willett

My list of favorite novels is a revolving door, but they all have certain elements. This list is not necessarily in order of preference, because that can change, too.

1) A sexy bad boy character with a secret heart of gold. I prefer him to be a bit flawed, too. So, maybe a scar down his cheek, or recovering alcoholic, something to make him more real.

2) A strong female character who sets out to tame the bad boy, only to find herself changed for the better because of him.  She shouldn’t be too pretty, though. Again, I like my characters real. 

3) An element of magic.

4) Something new, unique, or different. A story I haven’t read a million times before. 

5) A bit of mystery.  Whether it’s the plot, a character, I don’t care, but I don’t want everything to be too obvious or predictable. Surprise me!

6) Humor. I love characters who keep their sense of humor, even in the darkest, most stressful situations. 

7) Even if it’s paranormal fiction or sci-fy, make it believable. I want to close that book thinking whatever those characters went through could happen to me. 

8) Not just steamy sex, but also romance. It’s far more compelling and memorable.

9) A great setting. Take me somewhere I’ve never been before!

10) A satisfying ending. I hate feeling like I wasted my time because the ending is meaningless or trite. There really must be a happy ending. 

I endeavor to write novels that include all of the above elements. I believe I’ve succeeded with my latest novel, Near The Wild. 

Near The Wild
Maureen Willett

Genre: paranormal romance/historical fantasy

Publisher: independent

Date of Publication: June 27, 2015

ISBN: 9781524209926

Number of pages: 229
Word Count: 82,500

Book Description:

Cowboys and leprechauns both occupy Maeve MacKeighry's world in 1870, and she must decide which will win her heart. Leprechauns are feared, even in Ireland, but that doesn't prevent Maeve from striking up a friendship with one who lives near her village. But once Maeve becomes a young woman, the local villagers start to gossip, especially since the MacKeighrys are known to practice magic in their home. It's just for entertainment, but the town folk don't see it that way. Rather than be outcasts, the MacKeighrys set off to America to homestead in Kansas, vowing to leave their magical ways and friends behind. Little do they know that Maeve's friend follows and protects them on their journey.

The MacKeighrys encounter many adventures along the way to Kansas, only to find a simple sod house on their new farm at the end of the journey. The untamed land offers a fresh start for the family, as well as two very interesting men who both compete for Maeve’s attention. Pretty young women in a wild western town are a rarity. But can she forget her magical friend, and turn her attention to two of the most interesting men she has ever met? Perhaps cowboys and outlaws have a certain charm that a leprechaun doesn't, after all.

Most of the novel takes place in Kansas in 1870 and is based on the author’s family history. The idea of the MacKeighry’s sod house came from the home of Willett’s great grandfather. She was lucky enough to visit it as a teenager before the house was destroyed. One of the characters, Nikki Fuerst, is based on an ancestor, a prince from Austria who was disinherited for marrying a commoner and sent off to America. Stories Willett has been told her entire life about her family’s history and traditions, such as levitating tables, are included in Near The Wild.


Leprechauns were feared, even in Ireland.  Of course, Ma and Da denied that we were related to the magical people in the forest, the sidhe, but there was no denying that the other good families in our village of Clonmel didn’t know how to do the things we did.
Ma would shake her head and tease us, calling us leprechauns whenever we asked if we could play our favorite game.  But then she would close the shutters so the fun could begin.  Surely none of our neighbors should see us huddled around a table that was two feet off the ground.  It was just a fortune-telling game to us.  We’d make the table rise into the air merely by thinking it should do so, and then we’d ask it simple questions.  The hovering wooden table would tap one of its legs on the floor to answer, once for “yes” and twice for “no.”  As our confidence grew, our questions became more outlandish, making my younger brothers giggle until tears poured down their faces.
I’m not sure where that game came from, but I do remember Ma playing it with her sisters, too, whenever we all got together for holidays, and such.  My brothers and I would watch in fascination because my mother and aunts were so much better at it than we were.  The table would rise much higher and then pound out the answer to the “yes” or “no” question posed to it.  None of us children understood the implications of what we were witnessing.  But the elders of the village and church did.
Then, there was the business about Finn and me.  I didn’t think anyone outside our family could see him, so as we got older I got lazy about keeping our friendship secret.  We began to venture out of the thick forest, where we had played since we were babes, and sit together in the meadow on the outskirts of Clonmel.  We’d lie back and let the tall, green grass engulf us.  Finn would make fun of some of the townsfolk to make me smile.
I soon learned my mistake.  One day, the baker’s wife marched into the middle of the town square to point her finger in Ma’s face, making a holy show of herself and poor Ma.  The sour-faced woman said I was inviting trouble, that I’d be stolen away to the sidhe’s world, or worse.  The baker always gave Ma a free meat pie when she went into the shop, while his wife watched with a scowl.  I think she had it in for us.
Ma told the woman to “hump off,” much to my delight and horror, and then she demanded an apology from the fat, old crone.  I received less support when Ma got me home, though.  She yanked so hard on my ear, it felt like it’d come off, and the heat of her anger made her face go scarlet.
“Maeve MacKeighry,” she shouted through clenched teeth, still pulling my earlobe, which I feared had now been deformed forever.  “I’ve had enough of your sprite!  You will not see him again, or so help me Lord Jesus!”  When Ma took the Lord’s name in vain, it was serious business.
But we both knew Finn could not be so easily discarded.  He was a wild spirit, full of good intentions but no regard for rules, or restrictions, as his kind often were.  Even if I tried to avoid him, he wouldn’t let go of me.
Ma feared I’d never have a respectable suitor, even though boys in Clonmel gave me admiring glances, especially when I wore my long, thick curls loose.  Ma used to say I had classic features offset by fiery hair.  Although I did inherit the high cheekbones of the MacKeighry clan, I don’t quite know what she meant by “fiery” since my hair was more brown than red.   In either case, boys did look my way whenever I passed by, but none approached me.  Maybe because my stride wasn’t as dainty as most girls looking for husbands, or maybe because of the challenge they saw in my green eyes.  Most likely, though, it was because they’d heard the whispered tales about Finn and me.
Then the whispers became more frequent.  Villagers stopped knocking on our door.  Rumors of witchcraft started to spread.  Never mind that the baker’s wife was the culprit, it still made townsfolk turn away when we walked down the street to church.  When Father Donoghue shunned our family after Sunday mass more than once, Da left to start a homestead in Kansas.
Ma said they were giving away land in America.  It might as well be on the moon for all I cared.  And the land must not be worth much if they were giving it away for free, I figured.  Nevertheless, some months later, we followed.
“The Lord is giving us a chance at a better life in a new country,” Ma told us all one rainy afternoon.  The weather made us housebound, so we begged to play with the table.  “None of our games will be allowed in our new home.  We’ll have a fresh beginning, and one without the ways of leprechauns,” she had said with a pointed look in my direction.
I can still see myself as I was in 1870 at the dawn of becoming a woman, standing on the deck of the Belle Asisse in high hopes for our adventure, feeling the ocean wind whip through my hair more forcefully than it did the patched sails overhead.
As I looked out at the green waters of the Atlantic, I hoped we would sight land soon.  I wanted to feel solid ground beneath my feet and get off that moldy, old ship.  Finn said I looked tired, and he was right, too.  How could I sleep sharing a bunk with four of my brothers?  Even though they were all younger than me, they were tall and took up too much room.  I’d sleep on the floor, but the rats or roaches might get me.  The bay leaves and garlic Ma put around our two bunks didn’t keep the vermin away, and things grew larger in the dank air.
The sudden laugh in my left ear startled me out of my thoughts.  It seemed closer than it should be, because no one stood next to me at all.  I looked around, wondering if it had been the howling of the wind, but then the sound came again.  Something was playing tricks on me, but it wasn’t the wind.
“Finn!”  I tried not to call his name.  I didn’t want anyone to know he was onboard.  It was supposed to be our secret, but he took many chances by going on deck in daylight.
I whirled around when the laugh came again, only this time it was behind me.  A flash of raven black hair was all I spotted before he disappeared, but it was enough to make me go down the stairs to the sleeping quarters below.  The smell of musty wood and unwashed bodies assaulted me.  I wouldn’t be able to catch him, so I hoped I could trick him instead.  I ran down the stairs and through the maze of wooden bunks.  Some were occupied but most were empty.  The deck was crowded in the afternoons with passengers getting a few hours of fresh air, so I jumped over empty bed after bed and ran to the darkest corner.  I knew it well, and so did Finn.  We’d met there almost every night after Ma and the boys fell asleep.
I gasped for air as I collided with a barrel and almost fell to my knees, but he put his hand out to keep me from doing myself real injury.
“You need to be more careful, darlin’ girl.  Don’t run so hard.  You’ll burst your laces,” Finn said with his bewitching smile that made his crystal-clear aqua eyes sparkle.  “Young ladies shouldn’t play so rough.”
I pulled away and socked him in the shoulder with my fist, making him wince for just a second.  Then he smiled again.
“Although, you are good at playing rough,” Finn said as he rubbed his shoulder.
“What girl with six brothers isn’t?”  I flashed a smile at him, trying to be beguiling like the girl in the novel I’d just finished, but knowing it wasn’t working.  Offending his shoulder hadn’t helped me much either.
He took a strand of my hair and twirled it around his finger, smoothing out the curl as he went.  He had impossibly long, tapered fingers.  The kind any girl would envy.  Then, more fingers were in my hair in a soft yet demanding way.  I watched, fascinated by the way they worked their way into my curls, entwining my heart with their rhythm.  I imagined those same long fingers running down my neck, unbuttoning my bodice, making a pattern on my skin.  A small, choking sound escaped from my throat, much to my shame.  Finn dropped my hair and backed away.
Things were changing between us, and I wasn’t prepared for it, especially the way he made me feel.  I had always been the one in control, even when we were small children, but now Finn was able to set my emotions spinning with just a glance of his eyes, or toss of his glorious black hair.  I tried to get my breath under control, but his perfect face with its luminous skin and ruby lips got in the way.
So, I concentrated on the dark green jewel he wore on a leather strip around his neck instead.  Finn was never without it.  He’d told me before that the emerald contained what was left of his ancient soul. The jewel looked tarnished and murky, as if it had seen better days.  I had suggested we polish it once, but Finn had said that was impossible and refused to talk about it further.  I stopped asking about it when we were children.
He stood there watching me with his light eyes.  My heart wasn’t calming down at all, so I felt the need to shift my weight from one foot to another.  Then, I remembered last night and was quite pleased to feel something other than desire.
“I’m so angry with you!  I don’t think we should be friends anymore!”  I tried to sound steadfast in my conviction, but as he stepped closer, his sweet spicy scent made my senses spin again.  I leaned against the side of the ship, wanting to feel the hardness of the wood and smell the mold that was everywhere, instead of Finnegan.
“You don’t mean that,” Finn said in a husky voice as he put a hand on each side of my head and bent in toward me.  “My Maeve, you’re the center of my world.  You have been since the day I first saw you in the forest.  Why would you say such a thing?”
My chest heaved and fell with each breath, making my skin chafe against the course cloth of my plain gown.  I longed to be free of it, but just the thought of what would happen if I suddenly stripped off my restrictive clothes made me feel faint.  I swallowed hard.
“I couldn’t find you.  I looked all over the ship, and waited for hours last night, but you weren’t here.  Where have you been?” I asked, not wanting to sound like a petulant child, or jealous, for that matter, but I wasn’t successful.  I held my breath and waited.  I had never clung to Finn before.  It had always been the other way around.
A flash of concern crossed his face.  “I was here, while you were eating supper.  But then Michael walked by, so I left.  Your brothers are sentries.  It’s as if they know I’m on the ship.”  Finn stooped, put his lips to my forehead, and then stepped back.
The air became a bit less intoxicating as he moved away, and I could almost breathe again.  “Were you with someone else last night?”  I didn’t want to ask, but it needed to be in the open.  I had seen Finn looking at some of the other young ladies on board, and I wasn’t sure if it was curiosity or longing in his eyes.
All expression left his face.  “Don’t ever ask me that again.  I’ve been devoted to you your entire life, and that has never faltered.”  His voice was low, so only I could hear it, but it was filled with emotion.   “It never will.”
I nodded, recognizing the truth in his statement, and felt the blush fill my face, thankful the darkness covered it.  I wanted to put my hand on his arm and kiss his cheek the way I used to, but I hadn’t felt comfortable doing that in quite some time.  It would lead to things neither of us was strong enough to control.
“Maeve! Maeve!”  Michael’s voice was close.  It was too dark to tell where my eldest brother was.  There’d be the devil to pay if he saw us together.

“I’ll be here tonight, waiting for you,” Finn said in earnest, and then he was gone.  A flash of light remained in the air around me.  It had an odd golden glow.

About the Author:

Maureen Willett is a writer of fiction that pushes the boundaries of established genres.  Her stories mostly come from her own family legends that have been passed down through generations, but then she tops them off with a twist of faery dust and angel wings. 

But at the core of each story are great characters in very human conflicts that anyone will find compelling.  Each novel is crafted as an experience that will take readers beyond their day-to-day lives, incorporating themes of time travel, reincarnation, and magic.   

She lives in Hawaii and finds its ethereal beauty a source of inspiration for her writing.  She is a former journalist, public relations professional, and media marketing specialist.  Writing fiction has been her passion since grade school.

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Saturday, January 30, 2016

Now Available: Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours by Roxanne Rhoads

Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours
Quick Tips for Authors Guide
Roxanne Rhoads

Book Description:

Are you considering a virtual book tour?

Not sure where to start or exactly what an online tour will entail?

Roxanne Rhoads, book publicist and owner of Bewitching Book Tours, shares her virtual tour expertise in this Quick Tips for Authors Guide.

Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours will guide you in utilizing the best marketing tool available- a virtual book tour, which can create online exposure for your book, jumpstart your book sales, help build your author brand, and expand your network.

In this guide you’ll learn:
·       what you should do before a tour
·       the components of  a great author website
·       the best social media outlets for authors to utilize
·       tips for building your author brand
·       how to write great guest blogs
·       what to expect from an online book tour
·       the secrets of successful book tours
·       how to schedule your own virtual book tour

And you’ll receive in-depth details about what to do during a virtual book tour to guarantee success.

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About the Author:

Roxanne Rhoads has been working in the world of online book promotion since 2005. She has worked as a freelance writer, author, book reviewer, book blogger, editor, self-publisher and book publicist. She has a unique advantage of knowing how multiple sides of book publishing and promotion operate.

Roxanne understands how book bloggers work and what they want to make their jobs easier while also understanding that authors need promotion to be streamlined, easy, and less time consuming.

Roxanne shares some of her knowledge in her latest release, Secrets of Successful Virtual Book Tours.

Author Website
Bewitching Book Tours

Twitter @RoxanneRhoads

Thursday, January 28, 2016

What Inspires Me? Cloaked by T.F. Walsh

What inspires your writing is a question that many writers get asked, and asked a lot. But one thing I have never been asked is what colors your writing? Inspiration for a story or scene is important, but the influences for your characters and settings are often a reflection of your style. I like to think that the way I color my stories is what truly makes my writing unique to me. The color of my stories tends to be on the dark side, with a bent towards paranormal and definitely a pinch of fantasy and romance thrown in. If I had to pinpoint what influenced this style, I would probably have to say it was the movies I watched growing up.

In my early teens, I spent way too much time watching movies. And more often than not I was watching the same movies over and over again. And despite being too young, I found myself drawn to the classical horror genre of movies. My favourites where Clive Barker's Nightbreed, The Lost Boys, American Werewolf in London and Bram Stoker's Dracula amongst many others. These movies were dark and paranormal fantasies but with a twist of wry humor sprinkled throughout. Just how I like my movies.

What colors your writing or world?

The Wulfkin Legacy Series
T.F. Walsh

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Crimson Romance
Date of Publication: Jan 4, 2016

ISBN: 1440596646
ASIN: Coming soon

Number of pages: Coming soon
Word Count:  26,000

Cover Artist: Erin Alexander

Book Description:

Raised by an overly protective wulfkin pack, Daciana leaps at the chance to venture into the human world for her one-year independence ritual. But after someone steals the endangered bear cubs she’s been assigned to protect, she must locate them or lose her job and return home in disgrace. The sexy inspector on the case isn’t making this any easier. He knows nothing of her kind, and wulfkin rules forbid relationships with humans.

Newly divorced Inspector Connell Lonescu trusts no one but himself. He’s convinced relationships are a waste of time and thinks burying himself in work will ease the pain. Yet he’s attracted to the gorgeous and mysterious Daciana, even if there’s something slightly odd about her. Can Connell learn to trust the sexy but secretive woman?

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Cloaked is the prequel to Cloaked in Fur, book 1 in The Wulfkin Legacy Series. Find out how Daciana and Connell fell in love and set in motion the paramount events that forever change their lives and those around them.

Cloaked in Secrecy (Book #2) – March 2016
Cloaked in Blood (Book #3) – May 2016

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Damn bear. Leaving footprints on the outskirts of the forest, winding around the apartment blocks, and scaring locals for the past week. No wonder the cops had threatened to shoot him on sight today.
Sunrise wasn’t far away; neither was my transformation from wolf into human, so I had to hurry. Romania’s morning breeze wove through my fur, and the distinct dried-clover-and-grass scent screamed bear. He was definitely here—always just before dawn.
Not that I should care. Wolves and bears weren’t the best of friends. But I’d seen the way humans made killing us a sport, and I couldn’t stand to see any animal hurt.
Careening around the corner of the building, I halted and silenced my breaths.
Fifteen feet away was a frizzy, brown bottom sticking in the air. The bear that belonged to that butt balanced on the edge of an oversized trash can, head down inside, his scratching and grunting muffled.
A few steps closer, I snarled, the sound vibrating through my chest.
The bear jerked upward, a butter container sitting over his nose. He clacked his teeth and forced an expulsion of air, throwing the container off his face.
I backed up. Yep, this might be a funny moment on television, but not when you were the one facing the six-foot animal standing on hind legs.
He flopped back onto all fours and momentarily gazed back at his trash.
I have no plans to take your garbage. A growl slipped past my throat, and I lowered myself, feigning attack posture. Come on, boy, get out of here before it’s too late. I stalked forward.
He swiped at me with a front paw, huffing.
I jumped back and circled him.
But he lunged suddenly, slapping the concrete ground several feet from me, and stood there, his mouth hanging open. He roared and made a pulsing sound deep in his throat.
Oh, he felt threatened now. Good.
I ran around him in a circle, faster. His claws swatted at me, inches away, but once I was at his back, I leapt closer and nipped his hindquarters.
His bawling echoed, but I hadn’t drawn blood, and it sure as hell was better than a bullet.
The crunch of leaves sounded, followed by footfalls, from around the building behind me.
I flinched and sniffed the air. Humans.
The bear turned and ran away from the trash, from me, from the city, heading toward the forest. I chased after him to make sure he got as far away from here as possible.
He bolted faster, his paws hitting the ground with each pounce.
“The bear. And a fucking wolf?” a disembodied voice boomed from my left.
In the empty grassland between the apartment block and the woods, two police officers with rifles watched us. They were there to hunt the bear and broke into a run in our direction.
Fuck, this was bad. Really bad. I burst into the dense Transylvanian forest behind the bear, trampling foliage and dried twigs. He’d swung right and already put distance between us. He was safe, but what about me?
Heading straight ahead, I sprinted across forest floor, dodging low branches. I glanced behind me. Footfalls resonated, and the two figures raced my way.
Heavy breaths strangled my lungs as I bolted. The ground flew beneath me and fresh pine-scented air splashed over my face, promising escape. Except my heart was attempting to break free from my chest.
A shot was fired, and I scampered faster. Ten pulse-wrenching minutes later, the police were nowhere in sight or smell range. That didn’t mean they couldn’t still be trailing after me.
The first ripples of a transformation into my human form crawled through my back legs. I scrambled up the hill, claws digging into the soil for leverage with each rapid lunge.
Not yet.
My body shuddered, and I stumbled forward, shivering uncontrollably as thousands of tiny bite-like nips swarmed across my flesh. I whimpered, and a long exhale gushed past my lips. The change was happening.

About the Author:

TF 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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Friday, January 22, 2016

For Love of a Vampire by Eileen Sheehan

For Love of a Vampire
Eileen Sheehan

Genre:  Vampire Romance

Publisher:  Earth Wise Books

Date of Publication: 12/22/2015

ISBN:  978-0692588796
ASIN: B0195YZ57E

Number of pages: 254
Word Count: 80,824

Book Description:

When young witch, Jane Wells, discovers her love is a vampire she risks all to travel back to a time when Vampires and Witches are plentiful and powerful to try to change his fate.

A risky venture, it is a feat that even the most adept witches find challenging.

Does she have what it takes to succeed?


Duncan moved off the bed as his father stomped out of the room; slamming the door soundly behind him for emphasis.  He stood at the side of the bed and looked at me apologetically before silently bowing to Margaret and strolling none-too securely out of the room.
I found it remarkable that these people had the power to bring my vampire lover to his emotional knees like that.  It was clear that the beliefs of his upbringing were strongly instilled within the depths of his being.  I couldn’t help wonder what this meant for us.
“Remove this trollop from my bed and away from my sight,” Margaret barked at Elizabeth. Without warning she flew to the bed and slid her hand beneath my skirts to fondle the sticky proof that Duncan had truly been with me. I gasped, but was too shocked to do anything about it.  She pulled her hand free and stared at her fingers in disgust. “Make certain the bedclothes are immediately disposed of!”
Silence permeated the room as Lady Margaret-Jane left the room as majestically and as quickly as possible.  I remained on the bed, still stunned into silence, while I processed what just happened.  Elizabeth was the first to come to her senses and begin moving around the room.
“’Tis most irregular m ‘lady,” she said nervously.
“My name is Jane,” I replied softly.
“Pardon?  Yes… yes, Jane,” Elizabeth wrung her hands. “’’Tis most irregular.  ‘Tis wrong to address you as Jane, m’ lady.  I do not know who you are, but you are clearly someone Lord Duncan cares for and you… well… you are the image of Lady Margaret.  I do not feel right calling you by your given name.”
“Well, I’m not a lady,” I boldly stated in my own American English, “and I’m not from this time.  I’m from the future and in the future we aren’t called m’ lady, or Lady, or whatever,” I flipped at her as I hopped out of bed. 
My shock was replaced by anger and indignation.
“Oh?” Elizabeth gasped and backed up.

“In the future, Duncan and I are lovers. We live together openly as a couple.  What you saw when you unceremoniously barged in on us was a reunion between a couple and I resent being called a trollop!”  I declared.  I knew it wasn’t right to take my anger out on Elizabeth, but she was the only one in the room to listen to me and I needed to vent.  “We don’t use the word trollop anymore either!” I puffed. “It’s slut!”

About the Author:

Eileen Sheehan lives in her native upstate New York where she enjoys the beauty of the New York Countryside.

When she is not sitting at the computer creating a new fantasy, she can be found helping her clients through her holistic business as Lena Sheehan a.k.a. Psychic Lena.

She takes advantage of her experiences, wisdom and knowledge of the paranormal and often finds ways to insert them into her writings.

Curl up with your e-reader or paperback and lose yourself in Eileen Sheehan's exciting paranormal/fantasy world of magic, time travel, vampires, shape shifters, werewolves, and more! You'll grab the edge of your seat, befriend -and maybe fall in love with- her heroes and heroines and have a laugh or two as you enjoy her fast paced novels for readers of most ages. Although she strives to create a well-rounded story, Eileen is an incurable romantic so don't expect an abundance of horror.  She prefers to make love, not gore.

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