Friday, June 6, 2014

Blitz Savannah Sacrifice: Nymph Series Book 4 by Danica Winters

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Savannah Sacrifice
Nymph Series
Book 4
Danica Winters

Publisher: Crimson Romance
Length: 56k words

ISBN-13: 978-1-4405-7971-4
ISBN- 1-4405-7971-7
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Book Description:

Answers that she must find… A truth that he can’t escape…And ghosts up to no good…

Being a demi-god has its privileges. For the young nymph, Starling Jackson, it means the gift of seduction and more than that—near immortality. Yet, when her life is filled with spirits, immortality may not be all it’s cracked up to be.

With the help of her bodyguard, Jasper Gray, and secret books left to her by her late-mother’s friend, she may have found the answer to all of her problems.  First, they must find a way to locate the books in their enemy’s hotbed all while staying safe and most importantly—without falling in love.

In the battles between the head and the heart and enemies and friends, tough decisions must be faced—and sacrifices made.

About The Author:

Danica Winters is a bestselling author of over ten books.  She has won multiple awards and is known for writing books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and occasionally a touch of magic. Most recently, Danica was the winner of the 2013 Paranormal Romance Guild’s Book of the Year Award and currently a finalist in the Chanticleer Reviews and Media Paranormal Book of the Year competition for her paranormal romantic suspense novel, Montana Mustangs.

When she’s not working, she can be found in the wilds of Montana testing her patience while she tries to understand the allure of various crafts (quilting, pottery, and painting are not her thing).  She always believes the cup is neither half full nor half empty, but it better be filled with wine.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Release Day Blitz Darknight by Christine Pope




Darknight
The Witches of Cleopatra Hill
Book 2
Christine Pope

Genre: Paranormal romance

Publisher: Dark Valentine Press

Date of Publication: 6/5/2014

ISBN: 978-0692217504
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Number of pages:
Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Indie Author Services

Book Description:

Kidnapped by a rival witch clan, Angela McAllister envisions a dark future for herself until she discovers her captor’s brother is the unknown man who has haunted her dreams since she was a child.

Forced to re-evaluate everything she’s ever known about the Wilcox witches, Angela begins to explore the powerful connection that binds her to Connor Wilcox, despite the generations of hostility between their families and the disapproval of those closest to her. 

And when a dark, malignant force arises, Angela knows she must draw on her growing powers as prima to protect enemies and allies alike…even if her choice threatens to tear her new and fragile love apart.

Darknight is the second book in the Witches of Cleopatra Hill, a paranormal romance trilogy set in the haunted town of Jerome, Arizona.

Excerpt From Chapter 1

“So you talk to dead people?” he asked.
“Yes, I communicate with earthbound spirits, if that’s what you mean by ghosts,” I said primly.
Once again, he didn’t rise to the bait. “That’s interesting. And no, to answer your previous question, I’ve never seen her. No cold spots, no personal items moved around, no nothing. Not that my talent is conversing with the spirit world.”
“And what is your talent, Connor?”
A cloud seemed to pass over his face, but then he replied, his tone casual, “Nothing so spectacular, I assure you.”
“Well, it has to be pretty good, to be able to hide the fact that you’re a warlock.” That was something which had been troubling me ever since I realized he’d managed to hide his true identity so well. Normally, I should have sensed that he was a member of a witch clan from the very moment I met him, even if I couldn’t have known he was a Wilcox. But I’d felt nothing. He’d seemed like a civilian to me…up until the moment he bent down to give me the consort’s kiss.
Voice even, he replied, “That wasn’t me. That was Damon’s spell.”
“Damon’s quite the multi-tasker, isn’t he? Any other little tricks I should know about?”
He gave a humorless laugh. “A few. But I don’t think we need to talk about that now.”
“Fine,” I said. I could tell from his expression, the tight look to his mouth, that he wouldn’t appreciate any prodding on that subject from me. “But we do need to talk, don’t you think? I mean, last night you said we would ‘hash this over in the morning.’ Well, it’s almost noon, and you haven’t said much of anything except to tell me where the bagels are.”
Surprisingly, he said, “You’re right. Take these” —and he handed the white paper bag holding the sandwiches to me— “and I’ll get some plates and water and stuff.”
The first floor of the apartment was pretty much open-plan in style, except a few closed doors that might be a guest bath and a coat closet. The dining area sat just on the other side of the bar of granite that acted as a sort of separator from the kitchen, so I went there and settled myself in one of the heavy wooden chairs. Like the table, they were simple, almost rustic in appearance, but that didn’t fool me. I’d spent too much time shopping for furniture recently not to know that they, like almost everything else in the apartment, had not been cheap.
Connor came out of the kitchen carrying a couple of glasses and a bottle of Evian water, along with some brown earthenware plates. He set everything down at the table, then seated himself across from me. Probably just as well that he didn’t sit directly beside me; one brush of his knee against mine under the table, and I would’ve been in serious trouble.
After he sat he busied himself with pulling the paper napkins and the sandwiches out of the bag, not really looking at me as he set a sandwich wrapped in white paper down on my plate. “I didn’t know what you’d eat, so I got you smoked turkey with provolone. Hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fine,” I said. The bagel notwithstanding, I was ravenous. Probably my body trying to make up for all the energy it had lost last night through stress and sleep deprivation.
He poured some water into my glass, then did the same with his. After that there wasn’t much left for him to do except eat. He began to unwrap his sandwich.
“Eat first, then talk?” I asked. It was pretty obvious that he really didn’t want to have this conversation.
Something that was almost but not quite a sigh escaped his lips before he set the sandwich back down on his plate. “I just want you to know that none of this was my idea.”
“I had a feeling,” I said wryly, “considering you can barely even make yourself look at me.”

This time he did glance up, and I had to hold myself steady as the eyes I had dreamed of so often met mine, and held. The muscles in his jaw visibly tightened. “I want to look at you,” he said. “It’s just…dangerous.”

About the Author:

A native of Southern California, Christine Pope has been writing stories ever since she commandeered her family’s Smith-Corona typewriter back in the sixth grade. Her short fiction has appeared in Astonishing Adventures, Luna Station Quarterly, and the journal of dark fiction, Dark Valentine. Two of her short stories have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

Christine writes as the mood takes her, and her work includes paranormal romance, and fantasy and science fiction/space opera romance. She blames this on being easily distracted by bright, shiny objects, which could also account for the size of her shoe collection. After spending many years in the magazine publishing industry, she now works as a freelance editor and graphic designer in addition to writing fiction. She fell in love with Sedona, Arizona, while researching the Sedona Trilogy and now makes her home there, surrounded by the red rocks. No alien sightings, though...not yet, anyway!




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A Vampire’s Promise
The Vampire’s Promise Series
Book One
Carla Susan Smith

Genre:  Paranormal Romance

Publisher: eKensington

Date of Publication: June 5th 2014

ISBN: 978-1-60183-289-4
ASIN: B00HRFWQ2Q

Number of pages: 271
Word Count:  92,500

Book Description:

Trust Your Instincts

Rowan Harper is nothing but a smart-mouthed bookstore clerk with a crappy love life on the night she walks into Rosie’s Bar. Most of the drama in her life is borrowed from her best friend’s adventures. But when she meets Gabriel—tall and movie star gorgeous—everything changes. Never mind that she turns down the drink he offers, or that he brims with secrets she can’t begin to guess at. He ignites a desire in her she never suspected—and shows a fascination with her she can’t explain.

He has no family, no job, no bank account; he knows where she lives and her favorite flower. An aura of mystery cloaks him, even as Rowan grasps for facts, even as she fears an answer that could destroy her happiness. Gabriel can guide her through a wonderland of new sensations. But only if Rowan trusts him enough to follow…

Winner of the OKRWA “Finally a Bride” contest.

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Excerpt:
“I don’t want you to leave,” I told him, my voice a barely audible, husky whisper.           
            The shadow in his eyes vanished, replaced by something else. Whether it was relief or hope, I couldn’t say.
            “Are you sure?” he murmured, taking a step toward me. “I need you to be certain that this – that I – am what you want.”
            I had the sense that he was asking me something that went deeper, was more meaningful, but my brain had been through enough for one night. My ability to search for hidden meanings was temporarily lost, and it was more than ready to hitch a ride to Clueless Land. I wasn’t sure about anything, but I trusted my instincts. And they told me this was right. I belonged with Gabriel.
            “The only things you can be certain about are death and taxes,” I said, giving him a wry grin, “but if you’re asking me to take a chance, then yes, I will – only,” I paused, “why would you think I wouldn’t want you?” He might not be able to pick up on every emotion I was throwing his way, but surely he could still read how I felt about him?
            “Because I wonder,” he said, taking my hand, “if you went back to the very beginning, would you have come searching for me again?”
            The silence between us was deafening, and the feeling of déjà vu returned. Only it didn’t feel so strange this time. Whatever Gabriel was referring to was hidden somewhere inside that feeling.
            “I wish I knew what you were talking about,” I told him, “because I think it’s important, but I have to tell you that right now you’re making absolutely no sense.” Clueless Land was rapidly expanding into the continent of the Completely Lost in the Dark.
            “You need to know the truth about me, Rowan, what I am -”
            “No, I don’t, not right now.” I held up my hand and stopped him. I was balanced on a razor-thin wire, and it took all I had not to fall off. “There’s only one issue that’s important right now, and I need you to be truthful with me.”
            “Of course, ask me anything.”
            “Wife, girlfriend, or significant other?”
            The sudden, utter confusion on his face made me want to laugh aloud.  
            “I don’t understand.”
            “Do you have one?”
            Gabriel shook his head of glorious white hair. “No, of course not.”
            “Positive?”
He looked hurt that I was questioning his integrity. “Rowan, I’ve not wanted another woman since the first time I saw you. I never have.”
            “That’s good to know,” I whispered.
            He let go of my hand and clutched his forehead as though he’d just been afflicted with a brain freeze. Pursing his lips, he blew out a breath. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a man who desperately wanted to speak but was afraid his words would be the wrong ones.
Welcome to the club.
            I didn’t want to waste any more time in pointless conversation. It would be an exercise in futility that accomplished nothing. What was about to happen between us right here, right now, was not going to be achieved with words. Unless they were all single syllables used for instructional purposes along with some heavy-duty physical contact. My hands literally itched to get beneath his wet clothing and touch his body.
            Something in my life, my luckless romantic aspirations, my failure to successfully seduce a man, had all been pushing me toward this moment. Gabriel was to be my first, perhaps my only lover. I don’t know how I knew this or what turn of fate’s cosmic wheel made it so, but it was true. I had known it eighty-seven nights ago on my front porch, and the conviction was even stronger now. I made it to the staircase before Gabriel’s voice stopped me.
            “Give yourself to me, Rowan, and you will take no other.”
            I don’t know if other girls have experienced such a declaration, but it didn’t surprise me coming from him. I was almost expecting it, even if I wasn’t completely sure I understood all the implications. Gabriel was telling me exactly what was going to happen. What his intentions were, just in case I hadn’t been paying attention.
            I heard myself reply, saying the words that would change my life forever. I just had no idea to what extent.

            “Then make me want no other.” 

About the Author: 

Carla Susan Smith owes her love of literature to her mother, who, after catching her pre-teen daughter reading by flashlight beneath the bed covers, calmly replaced the romance book she had “borrowed” with one that was far less risqué, and much more appropriate! Though she was encouraged to include different genres in her reading tastes, romance - paranormal romance in particular - has always been her first love.

Born and raised in England, she now calls South Carolina home, where she lives with her wonderfully supportive husband, awesome son, and a canine critique group (if tails aren’t wagging then the story isn’t working!) When not writing, she can usually be found in the kitchen trying out any recipe that calls for rhubarb, working on her latest tapestry project or playing catch-up with her reading list.







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Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Sinister Stitches Interview with Jennifer Blackstream’s Etienne from Before Midnight (Blood Prince Series)


There is a boutique hiding out between the fractured, narrow storefronts lining New Gotham’s foggy docks. The shingles are ribbed and black. Washed, peeling paint and displays offering views into wicked leather and lace studded glam. The mannequins are ghoulish beauties stitched together from whatever was left from the last fool to cross one of the sinister witches.


Welcome to Sinister Stitches

“…apparel for a wicked fairy tale.”



A spicy trinity of black magic sisters breathe star-dusted dreams to life with their gothic apparel boutique. They are schooled in the old ways of “fabric-bending” by the Needlewitches of old. With this knowledge, they’ve created an entire line of clothing that all share the same basic design element: one-size fits all. Each garment will magically tailor itself to its wearer once worn. Last time the Witches-Who-Stitch, hosted a literary catwalk, heroines were called from all walks of life and genres to challenge their seamstress skills. This time, their men have joined the fun—apparently, they’ve been sent to the boutique. (Whether they like it, or not.)


The witches were NOT expecting men. Their expertise is usually limited to DEMANDING their husbands NOT wear that in public, and, of course, the fashioning of fantastic clothing for all of literature’s heroines. (New Gotham’s men usually get their goods from Rumpel’s Twisted Threads, BUT that’s beyond the point, the girls put a quill to their interview, changed some bits, and rose to the occasion.)


To enjoy the hilarity, please check out some of the questionnaire Jennifer Blackstream’s Etienne from Before Midnight (Blood Prince Series) lifted from Brenda’s hand with a smile after he swaggered into Sinister Stitches. 


THE WITCHES WHO STITCH QUESTIONNAIRE



Please provide the witches with your name: Etienne


Please provide the witches with the following:
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: [ ] Short and Sharp, [x] Shaggy and Sexy, [ ] Lush and Long
Eye Color: Grey


Skin Tone: [ ] Ghoulish, [ ] Snow White, [x] Cina-baby, [ ] Mochalicious, [ ] Dark Chocolate, [ ] Other:__________


Please provide the witches with your measurements and body-type.


a.) Height: 5’10”


b.) Body Type: [ ] Skeletal, [ ] Lean and Tender, [ ] Lean and Tough, [x] Ripe and Edible


Do you have any extra extremities? Place an “X” to all that apply.


[ ] Horns or [ ] Halo
[ ] 20 ft. of Hair or More
[ ] Gills and Fins or [ ] Hooves
[ ] Wings (Span:   )
[ ] Tail (How many:   )


How many heads do you have?


One


Do you have arms and legs? If so, how many?


Two of each, thank Fenris.


How dead are you? [x] Living, [ ] Undead, [ ] Astral Form


What are you? (Species/Breed)


Lycanthrope


What is the occasion? (Ideas include: Wedding, Funeral, Sabbath, etc. Oh, and seduction is a valid occasion. The more details, the better.)


A ball. I want to recreate the ball my family held the night I met my wife. Her evening was ruined the first time. I want to see that she gets the experience she should have had.


What’s the occasion setting? (Beach, haunted castle, grand ball, etc.)


Royal ballroom


Will you be fighting for your life at some point in the evening? 


Not if I give in and let her bring the wolves inside. She can call them puppies if she wants to, but they’re the size of small ponies and we are past the point where we can successfully hide them under the tables.


Will you be set on fire? Better yet, will you be setting other people on fire?


No. My in-laws are dead, so I anticipate a peaceful evening.


Will you be grave-robbing? (Dirt is a dressmaker’s tedium.)


Is that a joke? Because I’m a werewolf, you think I’ll be out digging up old bones?


What are you wearing right now? Who picked that outfit out? (Basically, who let you leave the crypt in those?)


Nothing, and I apologize for that. For some reason the horses wouldn’t come near this place. The pixie swore nudity wouldn’t be an issue, and carrying clothing in my teeth when I shift to wolf form is an inconvenience I don’t bother with if I don’t have to.


Do you hope to be naked at some point in the evening? (All right, dirty birds. Such questions are actually intended toward the weres and shifters in regards to their transformations.)


Yes. If one of my wife’s “puppies” gets loose, I’ll be rounding them up. Regardless, my wife and I will likely shift for a run before we retire tonight.


Describe your last brush with Death in two sentences. (Helps us plan for the unexpected.)


In-laws from Midguard. Is a second sentence necessary?


Do you need a secret compartment for gigantic swords and guns, condoms…eyeliner, maybe?


No. My weapons don’t require pockets.


What are your three favorite colors?


Green, blue, silver (no comments from the peanut gallery)


What two colors ninja your brain, sweetie?


Orange, pink


Please pick a style that you feel embodies you the best. If none apply, feel free to surprise us by providing your own brilliant description in the “other” slot.


[ ] Dark AngelThis is for the spoonfuls of charming. The good-natured and naughty boys next door types. Thoughtful and sensual. Loyal and intelligent. More often than not, his head is in the clouds, but those dreams and that smile holds hope for all of us. Our philosophers.


[x] Beast King: This is for the warlords and alphas. The type of men who walk into a room and their presence hushes out the sun. They live in their bodies, but their minds are searching for the next challenge. Hands for fighting and these boots for ass-kickings. Our protectors.


[ ] Smooth Criminal: This is for the bad boys. You know, the types---mother’s worse nightmares. The kind of man that makes your skin itch every time he devours you with that hundred yard stare. Chances are his senses of humor is as wicked as his tongue. To hold him, isn’t to catch him. Our scheming rogues.


[ ] Black Knight: This for the mysteries. The ones no one can quite make heads or tails out off. He’s a mixture, a melting pot of strong, sinister, and sweet. He might be Dark Angel one day, and a Smooth Criminal other days. Our brothers.


[ ] Other: _____________________


Who is your favorite fairy tale villain?


I don’t like villains.


If you could be any comic book hero, who would it be?


Wolverine


Now, tell us who you love the most.    


My wife, Loupe


Anything else you’d like to add…



After many barrels of chocolate, a dash of magic, and furious sewing…
Sinister Stitches’ Leather Queen
Brenda Dweyer presents Etienne’s
Completed Threads
“Black Night”

Next to a gleaming, gold antique resister, Brenda the She-Wolf is posted on the counter in a snake-skin cat-suit and a pair of vicious fuck-me red pumps. Eyes shielded behind a pair of Black Pearl Aviator shades, and waves of curls pulled up and tight on top of her head in a slick and shiny ponytail. Shiny, wet and skin-tight. To look at her hurts. To touch her hurts even more. When the gentleman standing in the middle of her mother’s gothic boutique brushes his eyes up and down Wonder Woman’s body, she answers with a sharp crescent of teeth bowing in sultry smile:
Wow, you have got to be shitting me. Why on earth are you here, babycakes? This is Sinister Stitches. I mean, I know we fashioned a dress for your wife—but, seriously, she’s girl. She came to the right place. Your ass is straight up lost. I ain’t got a problem making you something this time, but next time, you best carry that fine tail to Twisted Threads, where all they do is outfit the fools. Actually, you should know right now that the only reason I’m not naked with my ass in the wind is because I’m here. Mostly, for Loupe. When she dropped by, she did mention to Gillian what a terrible time she had at that ball, so I agree—you better get shit right this time. Or else.
Now, let’s start with the top—you’re a hard ass. I can see that. The best thing for hard asses is simplicity. I’ve spun you a double collared, long-sleeve out of Neverland moths and spider web. Gillian, my sister, took the time to embroider the fabric with arboreal hamadryad designs. No one gives a shit about the pants until they come off, but we did do something different, and go denim for you. Yes, dear, I know you have no idea—
A fat orange tabby cat with a white-striped tail and razor sharp, draconic green eyes fades into existence above the mantle place: My god, look what the cat dragged in. Still ugly as ever, aren’t you…Brenda?
The cat fades into nothing, and Brenda’s butcher axe eats a wicked wedge into the wood: Anyways, like I was saying, we decided to go Oblivion denim for your trousers. You play kind of hard, and rough, so we wanted to make sure the outfit would stand up to being used more than once. Oblivion denim is pressed with incubus tears, the illusion effect will make the trousers look like regular cotton, and cashmere blends while indoors. Otherwise, it will revert to “denim” phase. 
Now, we did want to give you the option to shift whenever you want, so I took the tip to capture a few white, and black will ‘o wisps, grinding them into dust and ironing their remains into the fabric. Call your outfit by its name “Black Night” and it should hurry on along to wherever you’re currently located. Given you won’t be shifting at the occasion; we’ve also thrown the patent leather dress shoes from Sinful Soles.
Now, put on your new dancing shoes, and show the—what are you doing? Why are you getting naked? Listen, asshole, if I can’t be naked, you can’t be--Goddamn it, he’s gone. We didn’t even get to take a second picture.
With a heavy sigh, Brenda stalks to the front door and holds it open just long enough to hear a wolf howl in the distance. The clothes left crumbled on the floor glide from Sinister Stitches by an unseen hand, and Brenda slams the door shut after him: Men.  


IMPORTANT BULLETINS from THE PIXIES:

For more information about Jennifer Blackstream and Etienne’s adventures in the Blood Prince series, please check out her author website.

Care to check out the last round of Sinister Stitches interviews? Check out Sophie Avett and Jennifer Blackstream’s paranormal den, the Brimstone Pub. All SS interviews are retired there after their tour until the release of the SS e-book.
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For more information about Sophie Avett’s New Gotham Fairy Tales, the Sinister Stitches series, and recent releases, please check out her website.
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Cry Wolf
A New Gotham Fairy Tale
Sophie Avett

Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance (MM/New Adult)

Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing
Date of Publication:  May 1, 2014

Number of pages: est. 22 pages
Word Count:  est. 10, 000

Cover Artist: Elaina, For the Muse Design

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Book Description:

There’s a wild animal on the loose in the black forests surrounding New Gotham...

Not that anyone cares.

Well, Peter doesn't care.

Peter Ume is more interested in finding a way to alleviate the skull-numbing boredom of a city wide shut down. So far his ideas for excitement hover between stealing an unwary idiot’s underwear (soul works, too), setting someone’s eyebrows on fire, or stabbing the next person he meets in the eye with a hot French fry.

It turns out, he’ll be able to save assault and theft for a rainy day. As luck would have it, this naughty kitsune is about to meet the big bad wolf.

And man, is the wolf in for a surprise...

Warning: This story can be read as a standalone, but you will want to smack Sophie for it. (Or so the ravens have said.) So, do keep in mind that there is a part two. (And it will be a freebie. Sophie’s Pixies will carrier pigeon everyone more information soon.)


About the Author:

Sophie Avett is kind of a nerd. Like not even one of the cute, hip ones everyone brags about nowadays. More like the socially awkward hippie who eats way too much bread and dreams about being a dragon from behind towers of mythology books. Um...yeah. Picture old, tattered paperbacks and comic books--mostly Batman and Wonder Woman--dwarfing a tiny desk, with just barely enough room for the troll who writes there and the 70 pound hell-hound that insists on laying it's wet nose on top of her bare foot.

Granted not the most exciting existence, but she tries to make up for it by writing romances populated with her own peculiar ilk of paranormal beasties.  Trolls, wyverns, the obscure Nordic brownie--she likes to keep things interesting. And bloody. (And mostly naked--but, we'll keep that bit between us.)




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