Thursday, November 20, 2014

To Avenge by Samantha Holt

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TITLE – To Avenge Her Highland Warrior SERIES – Highland Fae Chronicles #3 AUTHOR – Samantha Holt GENRE – Historical Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 18th October LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 60000



Lorna lost everything to war. Her home, her wealth... her lover. And now she wants revenge.

When her hasty plan throws her at the mercy of her enemy’s men, she holds little hope of returning to her kin and fears death is around the corner. But could her salvation lie in the arms of her dark captor?

Logan has little time to be dealing with a stubborn noble woman. His orders are to prepare for war. His laird—the man he owes his life to—intends to join forces with the Norse and bring a battle to Scotland that will see the fate of the country forever changed. Scarred, and with no memory of his past, Logan is determined to forge a new future for himself as well as prove his loyalty to the laird.

But the beautiful lass has him questioning his previous life and his goals. When she starts claiming he once loved her, he knows he’s being manipulated and she’s taking advantage of his memory loss. So why is it so hard to resist the idea of having once been her lover?

With the threat of impending war—a battle that promises to bring slaughter to her family—can Lorna persuade Logan to believe her, and is the bitter man he’s become even worth saving?

Whatever the outcome of the battle, a certain interfering faery is resolved to see fate back on its correct path. And that means forcing Lorna and Logan together—no matter their differences.

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Logan clenched his jaw and the roar of the storm sounded closer. He had to leave yet his feet refused to move. Why stay? Why torture himself further? His heart pounded against his chest. In the next flash, he was close once more. Within touching distance. He saw her features more clearly now. The distress in her eyes, the golden strands of hair curling around her pointed chin. The fan of her lashes lowered and lifted in one slow sweep until her gaze locked onto his. “Logan,” she whispered, voice tremulous, but he did not know if that was a plea for him to leave or come closer. “Logan,” she tried again. The shaky quality of her voice pulled at his gut. His gaze traced the curl that flowed over one shoulder and down, caressing her gentle curves like a lover—like he once had apparently. His palms tingled with the need to feel the soft give of her flesh beneath him. The next flash highlighted her trembling form. The fragile hollow of her neck fluttered with her pulse and his mouth grew dry with the need to press his lips to it. Damn her. Like a siren, she lured him in. He almost backed away. How long they had been standing like that he knew not. It may have been moments—a mere few flashes of lightening—but the thickening of the air between them seemed to slow time. The tremble of her lips gripped his heart, squeezed it hard and painfully. An aggravating need to take care of her ate into him, softened him to her. Logan closed the gap. The next rumble lined up with him gripping her upper arms and pushing her back against the wall. She gasped, the sound clear to him even as the skies crashed about them. Hot anger mingled with need. It burned through him and set his nerve endings alight. How dare she have such a hold over him, how dare she make him want her? Soft, delicate breasts pressed against him. Slim thighs quaked against his. With a hiss of breath, he lowered his mouth to hers as she stared up at him. Before his lips met hers, her eyes flashed with a plea, but was she begging him to kiss her or leave her be? He couldn’t decide what he wanted either, but she left him with little choice. The first touch made him wonder if he had not indeed been struck by lightning. Frissons shot through him, curled into his blood and fired his fury and lust. Lorna released a tiny sound and he pressed his lips hard to hers this time. She whimpered. Her lips felt hot beneath his. Her taste threatened to drown him. Satisfaction settled in his gut when she arched into him. He kept hold of her arms, allowing little movement but that up thrust of breasts and hips into him made him hiss and press harder. He coaxed her lips apart, and she gasped when he invaded the heated recesses of her mouth. Logan kissed her deeply, with little apology. He needed this, needed her.


Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She enjoys writing historical romance involving chivalrous knights, hot highlanders and cravatted men, but sometimes gets lured away by bad boy bikers, soldiers and other heroic modern men.



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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Saving Charlie with @AnneConley10

Book Blurb:  100,000 children are sexually trafficked every year in the US.  In the 1990s, Charlie was one of those children.  She’s spent her adult life getting past that, trying to become a successful business owner in Serendipity, TX.   Relationships are not goals for her.  In fact, she’s not even sure she has what it takes to be a part of one.
Les is a fool for love.  All he’s ever wanted was a girl.  Now that every last one of his friends are married, and in happy relationships with families, he can’t stop thinking about the sexy lady who sells house parts, even if everything about her screams at him to stay away.  He just can’t.
When they are thrown together on a cross-country road trip, Charlie’s past comes back to her full-force, long-buried memories inundating her.  Les seems to be the only thing grounding her to the present, when everything else seems to be trying to tear her apart.
While it has a HEA, the road getting there is long, rough, and dark.  Enjoy the ride.
He was a fool for love--had been in love with nearly every woman he’d ever met--and had never really had a serious relationship.  He’d had a couple of seriously one-sided ones, but nothing ever stuck.  Sweetness wouldn’t be any different.
But she just might come and work for him, if he could get the price right.
He dialed her number and listened to it ring.
“Charlie’s Recycled Restoration, can I help you?”  Her sweet, throaty voice screamed sex at him, and he shifted in his seat to accompany the sudden tightness in his pants.
“Hey there, Sweetness.”
“Hey, Les.  Did your clients like any of the molding?”
“Yeah, I’ll be out later today to pick it up, but I was calling about something else.”
“Oh yeah?”  Her voice lowered an octave, and Les had to control the urge to start talking dirty. That wasn’t really his bag, but something about this woman made him think all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.
“How would you like to come over to the dark side…?”
“Excuse me?”
“How much is Charlie paying you?  I’ll double it if you come work for me.  I need someone with your knowledge and aptitude to help me.  And you’re good with organization and numbers.  Come on, please?”
“I don’t think so, Les.  I’ve got a really good gig here.”  He could hear her laughing, and it stung a little, but he was nothing if not persistent.
“What, are there benefits I’m not aware of?”
“You could say so, yes.”  She sounded cagey, but still playful, so he decided to play along.
“I can tack on some extra benefits, Sweetness.  You just name it.”  Her breath caught on that line, so he continued.  At some point, he probably shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t stop himself.  The husky timbre of his voice gave his intentions away.  “I got all sorts of benefits in mind for you, Sweetness.”
“I’m sure your benefits are…amazing.”  She was breathless, and Les did a fist pump in the air in spite of himself.  “But I really can’t.” 
He wilted a little, but remained confident persistence would pay off in the long run.  “Think about it, the offer’s open.”  Defeated, he ended the call with the promise of seeing her that afternoon.  He’d try to time it so her boyfriend wasn’t there.  Maybe he could illustrate the benefits he had in mind.
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Monday, November 17, 2014

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A potion gone wrong, or right? 

Single, unemployed, and in charge of her very own pet zombie, Ella Perry is cooking up trouble, and it's raining men. 

Ella has spent years searching for a cure for a zombie named Freddie. However, when an experimental concoction takes an unexpected turn, she gets a glimpse of the life she's been missing by hanging out with the undead. 

Zombies, Angels, and Pixies. Oh my! Don't miss out on the first book in the new "Sexy Witches" series by Bestselling Author Charity Parkerson.

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Someone was shaking her. It took a couple of tries to pry her eyes open. They refused to obey her mind. Her throat burned and her stomach churned at the horrible smell hanging in the air. The smoke detector squawked loudly, reverberating off the walls and causing her head to pound even harder. She absently noted Freddie whimpering in the corner, but Ella’s gaze remained locked on the man attempting to keep her awake. His broad muscular chest was bare. A long, dark braid fell over one shoulder as he leaned over her. Black wings stood out from his back, blocking out the room behind him. His silver eyes held a hint of concern as he checked her over for injuries.
“Am I dead?” Ella asked, when she could think of no other reason for an angel to be attending her needs, even if he was a dark angel.
“I do not believe so.” His deep voice was so musical she wanted to touch him to see if he was real. “Do you feel dead?” he asked, sounding curious.
“You have wings,” she explained. As the words left her mouth, the giant black wings disappeared from sight. Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, Ella tried to grip ahold of reality. When she reopened her eyes, she found the same sexy man leaning over her, only now a tiny fairy stood on his shoulder staring down at her as well.
“Holy smidgeon shot, Samuel, she’s gonna have a real shiner under that left eye,” the pixie observed. The foot-tall woman was wearing an all-leather bright-orange outfit. She seemed concerned about Ella’s well-being, and for some reason that made up for wild clothing.
“I must’ve really hit my head hard,” Ella noted. The pair nodded their agreement. “It hurts, so I’m going to assume I’m not dead. I mean, you don’t hurt after death, right?”
Both the fairy and the hot stranger shrugged while maintaining the same lost look.
Ella made a move to sit. Unfortunately, Freddie chose that moment to strike. She watched in horror as he snatched ahold of the pixie, shoving her into his mouth. Tiny legs kicked out in every direction as he fought to chew. She was too strong and wrestled to get away. Sexy Stranger sprang into action, snagging her by one ankle. He tugged, popping her free from inside Freddie’s mouth. The sound reminded Ella of a cork bursting out of a bottle of champagne. Freddie howled at the loss of his snack. Ella stared, transfixed, at the mysterious man. He was every bit of seven feet tall and wore only a black kilt that hung to his knees. A black tattoo of wings covered his bare back. They moved in time with the muscles flexing with his every motion. He was arresting. She recognized she should attempt to pull herself from the floor, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him long enough to do anything except stare. Fortunately, a bright flash filled the room. The foot-tall pixie became a full-grown woman around five-two. She was dripping wet and looked pissed as hell. Her anger focused on Freddie, giving Ella the drive she needed to move. Jumping to her feet, she placed herself solidly between the whimpering Freddie and the pixie obviously bent on killing him.
“Please don’t hurt him,” Ella begged. Although the woman was shorter than she was, Ella felt sure she also possessed a great deal of magic. The last thing Freddie needed was another damn curse.
The pixie’s green eyes flashed dangerously. One of her wings tilted at an odd angle. She spoke between clenched teeth. “He licked me and not in the good way.”
Ella’s mouth twitched despite the situation. She had to force herself not to laugh since she didn’t think it would help the circumstances. Sexy as sin seemed to have no such qualms. He snorted once, and then roared with laughter until he was steadying himself with one hand on the counter.
“You,” he said, sounding as if he was choking. “Your wings,” he tried again. He giggled. “You got eaten. HAHAHA!”

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Bearly in Love #MyReview

5.0 out of 5 stars Awwww, this is such a sweet story.November 12, 2014
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Stacy Gage is back in town and nothing is going her way. Then, there's Henry..oh...and his ex-fiance Lorraine. Lorraine has no intention of letting go of Henry, and Stacy is obviously winning him. Of course, Lorraine can't let that stand. In the meantime, Stacy already has her hands full taking care of her grandmother along with some huge animals. Bearly in Love is a sweet modern-day fairy tale type story, and Terri Reid has written another winner.

One of my favorite bits because I could really picture it:

""You can't strong-arm me anymore, Henry Guthrie," she screamed, and kicked him in the leg."

eDating by @MauraStone #MyReview
5.0 out of 5 stars"Get that booty mean love of your life."

In case you think your soulmate is online, there's eDating the Old School Way. I've always thought this was the scariest of ways to meet someone new. I realize in this day and age people do it all the time, but dang. People can pretend to be whoever they want to be online, and you won't know until it's too late. In the very least, you can bet your behind that they've photoshopped their picture. That's where this book comes in. It gives some hilarious advice on picking up someone online for one night usage or for the forever kind of love. I'm happily married, and very thankful this isn't advice I need, but even still, I enjoyed this book. You'll laugh out loud.

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Friday, November 7, 2014

The Ruby Key and @VickyBurkholder

Yay!! I snagged Vicky for my blog, and she has a new book coming out. SQUEE!! She shared a sneak peek with me. Come check it out....

**Love this sexy cover, btw**

For centuries, four women have held the keys to Lemuria, a land where magic is real. They and their Protectors are all that stand against The Brotherhood, a group of exiles who want to return to Lemuria and take control of the gateway between realms.

Phoebe, Keeper of the ruby key, lost her lover and Protector, Ryan, to murder. The Powers That Be saddled her with a dorky salesman. That is, until Zack arrives on the scene. With his Scandinavian good looks, he is the essence of what a Protector should be, but he is a loner and wants nothing to do with magic. Magic is what got his brother killed. Phoebe wants nothing to do with him as a protector, but he draws her in ways Ryan never did.

Edward is the epitome of a British gentleman and shows Phoebe the genteel side of life, but Edward has a past, and an agenda. He is the leader of the Brotherhood and if he controls Phoebe, he will control everything—and destroy it all.

The past, present, and future all come crashing down to one moment. Only Phoebe can make the choice—and her choice will determine the fate of several worlds.
They lost the battle once before. This time, will love really conquer all?

After everyone had gone, Phoebe settled at her desk in her office. She didn’t feel like socializing with the others and knew they’d lock up when they left. She opened her accounting books and sat there and stared at them. This was what she did on Mondays. She paid bills and took care of ledgers and paperwork. Normal stuff. But the numbers eluded her today. Nothing was adding up. Her mind drifted to Zack. He was gorgeous in a Scandinavian sort of way. Tall, broad-shouldered, blond hair, blue eyes. She could picture him at the helm of a Viking ship, or wielding Thor’s hammer. So totally the opposite of Ryan.
As she thought about Ryan, her shoulders slumped and the pain ripped through her. Nobody thought the two of them would hit it off, but they had—or she’d thought they had. He was calm where she was volatile. He was methodical when she wanted to jump in and get things out of the way. He was night to her day. He was ... gone and some dork was now her Protector.
She slammed the ledger shut. There was no point in trying to take care of the accounts. “Might as well go figure out what I need in supplies.”
Back in the kitchen, rather than checking inventory, she glanced at the grill. A year later and nobody had been able to discover the person who’d killed Ryan. Not the cops, not even her and the other three with all their abilities. What was the point in having a gift if you couldn’t save the person you loved? She closed the door to the parking lot and checked to make sure she was alone, then held out her hands toward the grill. Sheets of flame burst up. “Show me.”
At first, she saw nothing but the flames, then an image formed. A picture of a black car as it bore down on him. Ryan had just finished setting up his camera and was measuring the area.
It took everything Phoebe had not to scream when the car hit him, tossing him across the parking lot like a sack of garbage and the camera catching it all before it went blank. She focused on the sedan. On every detail she could see as it sped toward Ryan. She stared at the image until her eyes hurt, absorbed in the scene being played out over and over again.
A noise behind her had her spinning around to find Zack standing there, keys in hand, mouth hanging open. Damn.
“Guess you were right. There must be something wrong with these controls,” she said.
His mouth closed and his eyes narrowed at her. “Sure, lady. And I’m next in line for President of the World. What are you? And what was that scene I saw?”
“You saw that?”
“Um, yeah. Who couldn’t? It was like a movie, but in the fire.”
Phoebe studied him. Few people had the ability to “see”. Even Ryan had had trouble, only able to catch faint images when he’d been touching her. Then she remembered—Zack had seen the picture at the door too. “Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw a fancy black sedan, probably a BMW, hit someone then take off like the hounds of Hell were on his tail.”
Phoebe saw his stare and knew the instant he figured out the significance. “Oh hell. The guy who got hit. He was your boyfriend, wasn’t he?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice.
“How did you do that? Make the picture in the flames?”
“Uh, just something I do.”
He gave her a narrow-eyed gaze, then shrugged. “The car or driver. Has either been found?”
“We know who the sedan belonged to—he’d been involved in drunk driving incidents before, but it wasn’t him this time. He died before Ryan did.” Phoebe bit back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her again. She had to be strong.
“But? I know you’re leaving something out.”
He was relentless, but if he could help... “But his death was too pat. And he wasn’t the type of man to take his own life, even in an accidental fire, which is what the authorities said happened. That’s what Ryan was investigating. The fire at the man’s office building.”
“So you think someone else was involved and implicated the guy?”
“Probably. That or blackmail of some sort. The guy was a bigwig judge not known for his ethics. It’s possible he ticked off the wrong people.”
“What about his car? Any investigation done there? Fingerprints. You know. That kind of stuff?”
“The car disappeared. Cops found it a few days later, abandoned and completely destroyed by fire.”
“Another fire? Interesting. So where did these pictures come from?”
“Ry ... Ryan was working the fire scene. Most of this is from his camera.”
“We downloaded what we could before the state police took it. The images after he got hit were pretty blurred and sideways. it up and set it right. This is what we ended up with.” What she didn’t tell him was that they’d used magic to enhance the pictures as much as they could.
“Can you bring the picture back up?”
She cocked her head at him, wondering if she should, then figured what the hell. Maybe he’d see something none of the rest of them had. She turned back to the grill and waved her hands. The image came back up and Zack came over to stand next to her. He pointed at the front of the car, growing larger as it neared them. “This part here. Can you make it clearer? Or bigger?”
Phoebe laughed, the first good laugh she’d had in days, maybe months, and the image disappeared. “This isn’t like a CSI TV show with fancy computers. I get what I get.”
He pursed his lips at her. “Have you ever tried?”
“Well? Have you?”
Phoebe searched her memory. Had she ever tried focusing on just one aspect of the images she got? “Um, no. I mean, I don’t think so. I’m not sure how.”
“You’re focused enough to bring up this image, I’m assuming multiple times. So focus on just one part of it, like the windshield when the car’s coming toward him. Just think about that part of the image.”
She turned and brought up the flames. Once again, the image coalesced.
“Concentrate just on the front of the car, on the windshield.” His words whispered in her ear. She stared at the sedan.
The image flickered and died down, then came back up with just the front.
“Closer,” he said.
Phoebe fought the pounding headache forming and focused on the windshield. The image grew. Her eyes felt dry, but she refused to blink.
She stared at the glass until it filled the flames. The pain nearly blinded her, but she held on.
“Got it. Let it go. Relax.”
Phoebe sagged and would have fallen but for him. Her eyes closed against the pain.

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Vicky lives in Pennsylvania near the area where her ancestors settled in 1741. She lives in a three-generation home and is lucky enough to have two other writers in residence. At various times in her life, she has been a journalist, writer, editor, teacher, short-order cook, computer specialist, DJ, and librarian. Her writing spans the fantasy, science fiction, paranormal and romance lines from YA to adult. No matter the age or genre, all of her books have a touch of romance in them and have to have a happily ever after ending.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Heart's Beat a new M/M Romance for only $0.99

By day, Cade works as a mechanic. By night, he’s the drummer for a popular nightclub band. Music has always been his greatest love and biggest dream. That is, until Cade meets Dylan. 

For Dylan, working as head bartender for Club Khronos is the ultimate job opportunity. There’s no way he could’ve foreseen how torturous the position would become. Six months of craving Cade has driven Dylan insane. No matter what he tries, Dylan can’t get a clear read on Cade. When Cade does finally make his move, Dylan realizes a fate worse than never having the man of his dreams—being kept a secret. 

**Author Note** 

Heart’s Beat is the introduction to a new series—Ugly Eternity. You can grab this M/M Romance for only $0.99. 

Now available for pre-order only on Amazon 

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Copyright © 2014 Charity Parkerson
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“What are doing later on tonight?”
The brunette’s question caught Dylan off guard. Glancing up at the sound of his voice, his gaze collided with a pair of sexy green eyes. They were a shade darker than Cade’s. Dylan sort of wanted to punch himself in the face for noticing. He knew he’d met the guy before, but damned if he could remember his name. To buy some time, Dylan made a show of putting away the clean glasses he’d been carrying. The dude was hot as hell. Perfect angles and tight muscles. Perhaps the time had come to wipe Cade from his mind. The tattooed and delicious male hadn’t shown an ounce of interest. Dylan didn’t know why he clung so tightly to the fantasy of him. Sometimes the best defense…
“Are you avoiding my question? I could go away.” Dylan smiled at the humor in his voice. Between the devilish glint in his eye and his slashing eyebrows, the man’s expression bordered on predatory. Hawke! His name was Hawke. The knowledge slammed into Dylan, allowing him to breathe a little easier. He hated looking like an ass and having to ask someone he’d already been introduced to, to remind him of their name.
Dylan shook his head. “I was thinking over my schedule.” And maybe avoiding his question, a little. “What did you have in mind?” If Dylan thought Hawke’s expression had been wicked before, it was nothing compared to his smile as he answered.
Dylan’s stomach muscles tightened as the word fell from Hawke’s lips. Damn, and what lips they were. They looked firm. Capable. In spite of his best intentions, Dylan’s gaze drifted over Hawke’s shoulder, finding Cade in the crowd. Hawke’s mouth was a direct contrast to the blond haired, blue eyed drummer. Plump, lickable, and tempting were a few of the thoughts that sprang to mind each time Dylan caught himself staring. Opposite was a good thing if he hoped to shake his fascination. Tearing his gaze away from the gorgeous male who possessed way too many of Dylan’s thoughts, he focused on the one who wanted him. Forcing himself to smile, Dylan leaned closer and added a touch of interest into his tone.
“I can’t imagine why I’d be on your mind.”
Hawke lifted the longneck sitting in front of him to his lips. “On it. Under it. Your choice,” he said, tilting the bottle back. His eyes never left Dylan, even as his throat worked. The move made Dylan’s cock twitch. He didn’t want to be affected by the obvious ploy, but damn. It was a good one. Hunger gnawed at his gut, and sounded heavily in voice when he finally found it.
“I don’t get off until 2a.m., but I’m free afterward.”
“No. He’s not.”