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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Book Spotlight: The Legacy of the Red Cape Woman

When Tasia discovers her ancestry is tied to the mountains of North Carolina, she's shocked but elated. Finally, she thinks she may have found what she's missed all her life...family. Reaching her ancestral home however, leads her into the path of an Alpha shifter...and secrets some never want revealed.

Conal is the Alpha wolf, and the local law, still more than his interest is peaked when he sees the bedraggled woman sitting in his spot. He feels torn over leading her to her grandmother's home...is this the beginning of their story? Or will the past destroy their future?

Excerpt:

The door swung open and in stepped the biggest man Taisa had ever seen. The plaid button down shirt he wore clung to his broad shoulders.  He raked the wet hair back from his forehead, his clothes soaked.  His dark gaze swept the room before landing on her.

“Who’s he?” Tasia gulped down her water. Her unease was swiftly back.

“He’s our Al…Sheriff.  He eats here every night and you’re in his spot.”

“Oh. Should I move?”

“Don’t let him bluster you too bad, he’s a nice guy. I’ll be back with your dinner.”  Julia was out of the booth before the Sheriff reached them.  Tasia was sure Julia was escaping something, but she just couldn’t figure out what.

“You’re sitting in my spot.” The bear of a man towered over her.  His voice was so deep it vibrated through her.  “Who the hell are you anyway?  Is your car parked out front?  In my spot, I might add.”

“Well, one of the cars is mine, not sure where your spot is though.”

“The one with a hungry dog in the back seat.”

“I’ll take care of her when I’m done eating.  You don’t need to worry.  She’s well loved.”

“I guess, I can smell the dog all over you.”  He made a sniffing sound then glared at her.

“Right.  Listen, I’ll move as soon as I eat my meal.  But, you’re welcome to sit across from me.  If you can stand the dog smell.” She grinned up at him.  Tasia felt challenged, she did not like it.  She was never one to cower when her ire was up.   Foster care had taught her to be tough, resilient.  Although, this man made her feel dwarfed, but her instinct told her not to flinch.  When you flinch, you’re vulnerable.   I’m an idiot.  I should get out of his way.  She leaned her neck back to look up at him.  “Go ahead, have a seat.” She motioned to the other side of the booth.  “We can share.  I don’t bite.  And if I smell like a dog.  I have been traveling all day with Bella, a she’s a German shepherd.  She can’t help how she smells.”

“You don’t bite?”  He chuckled, the brusque manner fading.  “To bad.” He scooted into the bench across from her with the lithe grace of a wolf.

Crimson Frost Books Link                 Cover Art by Suzie's Designs

 About the Author:
I am Zerlina Valinski. I am weaver of tales of sensual erotic romance. My stories will take you to places you have never been. You will see fantastic places and people. I will tantalize you with stories of Weres, Shape shifters, Witches, Warlocks, Fairies, Imps, pagan gods and goddesses and more mystical creatures. I will invite you into their sensual worlds where they don't shy away from the carnal as humans do. They indulge their passion and they love without mortal confines of the human mind.
I invite you to partake in these sensual adventures. They will keep your interest.
The world is old and there are many beings here. Human's ignorance doesn't eliminate this reality. Humans are frozen in their ways, their beliefs. But not the creatures of old, they're fully aware of the hidden world around us. Come with me to meet them and see their domains. To live with them and to love with them. 

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Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Book Spotlight: Mystique Rose by Diane Taylor

Scarred and cynical, Carmen Marshall and her security team are hired to protect master Illusionist The Rogue, and his white tiger. What should be a simple case of protecting a client is made even harder by the mysteries surrounding him, and the very real danger of someone wanting him dead.

With both The Rogue and his tiger proving to be more then they seem, an unknown enemy, and a powerful desire haunting her, Carmen's job is proving more of a challenge than she'd ever imagined. Will the flames of passion burn to ashes, or will they consume all involved.

Excerpt:
Carmen grunted. "Divvy up the bonus equally between the four and put my usual fee in the bank. I don't need the bonus and these guys do. Now, what else have you got on your list of clients that you're planning to foist on me, in my innocence?" 

"Innocent, my ass. Miss Marshall you're the least innocent woman I know." Daria shuffled her papers on the desk, then looked up at the video camera. "What do you know of The Rogue?"

Carmen shrugged. "He's a master of illusion. No one knows what he looks like underneath his mask, which makes him somewhat of a forbidden fruit to the female persuasion. Those who have tried to come on to him have gone away either pissed off or in tears.  Those who have claimed to have slept with him aren't believed. The ones which are rebuffed proceed to slander and smear his name, which is really useless because he never responds to bullshit like that unless it really gets messy, then the person responsible gets a talking to." She made quotation marks in the air with her fingers. "Rumors run thick and fast about what's underneath the mask. They run the entire range of being horribly disfigured to just an affectation so he can go out into public with it off and not be recognized." She smiled slightly at Daria, "The rest of the rumors are just too outrageous to think about."

"Anything else, Oh Great Abundance of Wisdom?" Her boss grinned.

She smiled and took another drink of her coffee before responding. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Daria Randall. As a matter of fact, the tabloids and the internet have commented that his crew and stage hands are very tight lipped. Even his manager won't spill the beans about the props or how his illusions are done, no matter how much money is offered. More than a few people have attempted some of his more dangerous stunts, trying to duplicate and or improve on them."

Carmen arched an eyebrow and looked meaningfully at her boss. "With very fatal results. At the beginning of each performance, everyone is warned not to try these stunts. They make the statement which basically says anyone attempting them is doing so under the full knowledge they were warned ahead of time."

Daria nodded, "Well, according to his manager, someone's trying to sabotage his performances and
possibly turn him into an illusion, permanently. From what I've read in the report I have on my desk,
all the mistakes have been caught before the actual stunt was performed. But the manager wants to find out what in hell is going on and put a stop to these incidents before something really does go wrong. He's paid double the usual fee, wanting to ensure you and your team will personally handle the assignment. He said The Rogue has specifically asked for you, saying he wishes a face to face meeting before he signs any agreement."

Carmen's eyes widened. "You know my rule on that, Daria. It's held true and every client has agreed to it. If he wants a video conference, we can arrange a time and place.  But I do not meet face to face."

"Oh come on, you can do it just this once." Daria's eyes widened and became pleading on the video screen. "If he doesn't meet you in person, he won't sign the contract. When I mentioned your rule, he said, and I quote, 'If this woman is afraid of me, then perhaps you should fire her and hire more men. At least they aren't afraid to meet face to face.'"

Crimson Frost Books Link       Cover Art by Nekkid Designs

Monday, August 5, 2013

Book Spotlight: Touched by L.M. David

Touched by L.M. David
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Preston Ciora has ruled over the Western Vampyre clans for centuries, though not by his choice. He works the streets as a homicide detective by day. At night he dishes out  justice within the vampyre community.
Nine hundred years since his sire and life-mate died, Preston remains emotionally scarred and alone.
A series of grisly murders rattles those under his protection and threatens to expose his ilk to the mortal world. All evidence points to a delusional vampyre who is in league with an ancient shape-shifter—who has an agenda of his own.
To make matters worse, a strange woman tells Preston he will find love in the arms of a fire-breathing hellion named Lindsey. Despite his efforts to defy the foretelling, Preston finds himself embroiled in a tense war to win her heart—a battle he is intent on losing.
Excerpt: 
My never-ending dream usually began this way
His skin felt like electricity crawling over it like scattering ants. He clawed at malnourished flesh as if trying to shed body cover; he wears tattered, second-hand clothes and lives in a place suffused in shadow. He vacates a room, destroys whatever rests in his path. Voices whisper behind closed, locked doors when he moves along the hall. Those unlocked were latched … the click drawing his attention and infuriated him.
Outside, he slammed the door in his wake. The night fails to soothe his bitter nature but he lets the silence rule. Behind him, he perceived a sigh of relief from those still inside the house.
Someone thought: Perhaps something in the night will devour him…
Did they not know he heard their thoughts?
The pale, gnomish man trembles with bridled rage. Turning, he breaks, yells at the top of his lungs, “Rot in hell, all of you!”
The dream settled yet his bitter presence continued to smother me.
History, this vile creature thinks, has repeated itself—once revered for bestowing immortality’s kiss, his converts now plot to overthrow him. Insurrections bore him. And traitors deserved no mercy.
Come 
The man turned, stared at the night shadows. His head throbs, pain severe enough to drop him to his knees. He strikes himself about the temple in the hope it would offer relief.
It did not.
Who was he? He wondered. Julius. Yes, his name …
Come …” the voice beckoned again, louder.
Lips drawn tight in a sneer, he crouched, prepared to fight.
J…uliu…sss.” The voice surrounded him on a strong current of chilled air.
“Show yourself!” Julius screams at the night.
Hearing nothing, he stumbled across the uneven dirt surface aiming for a mountain range ahead. It took a while but he finally located what he sought—a crevice leading into the foothills. The passage is narrow but he maneuvered easily, the only sound is gravel crunching beneath his worn out shoes.
The path opened into a large cave, illuminated with a faint glow where no light should be. Something indistinct vacillated in a dark shadow—a willowy shape then emerged into the faint afterglow shrouded in a cloak; the garment hood pulled close exposing only a brown, knotty chin. “At last, we meet.” It greeted.
“Who, what are you?” Julius demanded in a low, taut growl.
“One who walked thousands of years before the Nazarene,” It answered—something under the cloak behind it twitched—“I am Thad…de…ussss.”
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About the Author:
L.M. David has been writing novels since Jr. High school. Originally drawn to the genre of Science Fiction, she developed a fascination with paranormal/urban fantasy/romance, attracted to the dark erotic world of vampires which sparked a deep interest with the folklore and legends.
L.M. is an avid reader and in her spare time builds computers, quilts and makes jewelry. She has worked as a legal assistant and now as an insurance medical biller and coder. Born in New Jersey, she relocated to California and now considers herself a Southern Californian.
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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Book Spotlight: The Unforgiven by Storm Savage


The Unforgiven by Storm Savage

 The Burning Hearts Series Book Three

 
Flame must follow instead of lead this time, in order to reach an island inhabited by immortal fiends and challenge the Twilight Realm on their turf. In a culture where men are considered the weaker species, will Flame finally see a man as her equal? Will her natural enemy become her greatest ally in her quest for the ultimate gift?


Excerpt

She gave a relenting sigh. “You have a good memory. I see the wounded look in your eyes, you think I don’t trust you yet, even after all the risks you took to betray the evil realm and help me win the war.”

“Do you blame me?” 

“No, you’re right. I have to learn to let my guard down a little. I’ve been a loner for so long, just not used to letting people get too close.”
 
“We drank each other’s blood…does it get any closer than that?” He grinned roguishly.

Her thoughts drifted back for a moment. “Mm, that was hot…you make a good point.” She glanced at her palm. “Let’s play a little.”

“Oh? My serious warrior woman actually wants to let down and play?”

“Playing with you is fun. I need more fun in my life with all this immortal drama around us.”

“I’m game.” His sexy wink stirred her deep inside.

“Since we’ve already engaged in the blood-bond, it is permissible and even encouraged for us to practice the act in order to increase the power of the bond.”

“Sounds like you want to channel more of my supernatural talents.”

She smiled. “Of course. And in return, you gain a deeper connection to my soul. That is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Definitely.”

“Then let’s give it a go. Only this time, while you’re sucking my blood, reach into my mind and try to see my last name. We can channel each other, exchange gifts to strengthen the bond and our combined power.”

“Damn, woman, you are undeniably hot.” He released a heavy sigh. “You know what a turn-on that ritual is. Are you prepared for a long night?”

She glanced up at a bright first quarter moon, relieved that the crescent phase had passed. She didn’t care to see another crescent moon for a long time. “I can handle a wild night with you, Von Calder, under that enchanting moon.” 

“Rub it in, why don’t ya,” he teased with a laugh.

“Don’t worry, you will know my full name soon enough. Now where’s that badass knife of yours?”

He reached into the black leather jacket lying beside them on the sandy beach. She watched in enthralled anticipation as he slid the blade across his left palm. Instantly, blood surfaced from the cut. Offering her left hand to him with palm facing up, she stared into the heated gaze already locked on her. She never winced when he used the same knife to make a clean slice on her palm. 

They sucked the blood from each other’s wounds while maintaining intense eye contact. A wave of heat washed over her followed by a surge of sexual arousal. She could tell by the sudden change in his expression that he felt the same. His eyes looked heavy and a passionate glaze enhanced the already captivating blue-green color.

 He shifted his weight just slightly so that the hard bulge in his pants pressed between her thighs. The ache inside intensified. Fully aware of what that skintight black leather concealed, she shivered at the mere thought of him filling her with his awesome self. Their faces were mere inches apart when she felt him reaching into her mind. Her body tensed as the energy from his immortal soul inundated hers. They groaned in unison, euphoric in their connection.

He seemed amazingly aware of the transmission between them and took his time so as not to end the exchange too soon. His eyes lingered on her, seduced her, made love to her mind while his tongue soothed the cut on her hand. Tingles of excitement shot through her. She, herself, barely kept control and began to realize that perhaps this man could be her equal. In her world, it would take one hell of a strong, secure alpha male to rise to such a level.

And right here, right now, Von had taken the lead. He held her in place while they dangled on the precipice of rapture. For the first time in her life, a man stirred a raging wildfire in her soul yet at the same time, he exhibited total self-control. She couldn’t be more turned on. She panted for breath and licked the heady taste of his blood from her lips when he eased his hand away. In turn, he released her hand and drew back just slightly.

“I—”

He pressed one gentle finger to her lips. “Sshh…I know.”

Buy Links:     Extasy Books                Amazon 

 Check out the other books in this series:

Book One: The Satellite
Book Two: Twilight War

About the Author
Storm is a multi-published author in many different genres with Extasy Books.

Her novels feature her many diverse interests from vampires to rock music to her love for animals, Harleys and whatever else sparks her muse at the time.

Writing has never been a hobby to her. Writing is a way of life and a coping mechanism to deal with what comes her way.

Her wish for you, the reader, is that she can sweep you away to the better worlds she creates in her novels. Her characters are edgy and dark, sweet and hot, tough and full of passion. You just never know what lurks around the corner in Storm's books so prepare yourself for the unknown.

And most of all...enjoy the ride!

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Friday, July 26, 2013

Book Spotlight: Guardian Angels by Andrew Weston


In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.

But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?

Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?

Excerpt:

Making his way across the muddy fields behind the house of the Drake residence, David Collins had to smile to himself in satisfaction.

Sure enough, while the family had beefed up security at the front of their home, he had been correct in his assumption that they wouldn’t bother much with the back.

The low wire mesh fencing separated the home from miles of open farmland bordered by statutory brambles, thorns, and thistles.

They obviously didn’t think anyone would try to get through. And they were right—who in their right mind would traipse through this muck?

David amused himself with the fact that he probably wasn’t in his right mind. The people he represented were not just anyone.

That’s why he couldn’t afford to mess about any longer. They would want results, and he was here to get them. Heavily shielded, a taser tucked snugly in one pocket and a dart gun in the other, he was determined to come away with answers.

No more Mr. Nice Guy, he thought.

Coming at last to the back fence, he looked around to ensure no one was in a position to see it bend under his weight.

He climbed over. A dirty plastic swing and a deflated plastic paddling pool in the back yard confirmed he was in the right place.

Other toys were littered around the poorly kept garden—a bike, a ball, some cars along with a few “Action Man” figures, all scattered and abandoned along the concrete path. The back door was conveniently ajar.

Perfect!

Removing both the dart gun and the taser from his pockets, he started along the path, quickening his pace as he drew nearer.

Burst in, stun them, read them and then out through the front door with my face covered until I’m out of camera shot, then I’m away, he thought.

 A rear window was also open, and he could hear the mother shouting to the boy inside to shut up, as she was trying to listen to the BBC Broadcast. He thought he heard something about her wanting to hear what the Guardian was saying.

He was surprised. Oh, they turned up then?

However, that wasn’t as surprising as what happened next.

He was about three yards from the door when he suddenly heard a thrumming sound and found a glowing, golden blade of light held about two inches from his throat.

He froze, looking along and over the long blade at the startling woman who held it there, her magnetic grey eyes boring into his soul, a look of warning flashing in their depths.

At six feet tall, and with a physique that looked as if a goddess had somehow been poured into her black uniform and molded into liquid marble, David knew instantly who had figured him out. Shit!

He felt an invisible pressure hold him still.

A voice in his mind spoke. Hello, David, my name is Victoria. Do I have your attention?

His eyes darted about, flicking from the blade to her, then to the house before returning to the blade again.

The same voice spoke again. Don’t worry about the people in the house. They’re blissfully unaware of our presence and we’re nice and safe within your chameleon shield. I asked you a question, David. Do I have your attention?

“Err, yes!” he replied, too shocked to utter a full sentence. 

He looked more closely into the face of his adversary. Her dark flowing hair was tied back, cascading over one of her shoulders. Strong features highlighted just how beautiful she was. But those intensely grey eyes terrified him; they burned with a barely restrained power that caused his teeth to ache. 

Taking a deep breath, David repeated more fully, “You have my full and undivided attention, yes.” 

He relaxed as the Guardian sheathed her plasma baton, and David found he could move again. 

We believe you may represent a group of people who have made several uninvited approaches to our members recently in the vain attempt to offer positions of employment to them. 

While every member of the Guardians is free to do as they wish, you should be aware that we are very loyal to the cause we serve, and none of us appreciate your attempts. While we don’t know your reasons, we feel they must be of a somewhat darker disposition than we would prefer. Otherwise, you would have openly made contact with us. 

Make sure you tell those you serve that they would be foolish to confuse our restraint with weakness. Just because we choose to act with patience does not mean our patience is limitless, understood?

“Yes, I understand.”

I hope you do, because we do not expect to have to bump into you, or your people again under these circumstances. Understood?

“Yes.”

Oh, David, not to labor the point, but that includes circumstances like this one, yes? 

“Yes, I understand clearly. I’ll make sure that’s passed along.”

Tell those you serve that this boy is protected. He is not only important to us, but to the whole world. If your people make another ill-advised attempt to gain access to him, not only will they regret it, but those making the attempt will never be in a position to harm anyone ever again. Am I making myself crystal clear?

“Yes, Ma’am.” 

Also, while I am fully capable of mind-reaming you where you stand and leaving your skull empty of information or coherence, I won’t. Instead I will extend to you and your people something you have failed to extend to us, simple courtesy.

It is clear you are all gifted in some way. The world needs people like you, now more than ever. Seriously think about the path you are on, because if you don’t, you will all face the consequences. Is that clear?

“Yes, very clear.”

And with that, David experienced a moment’s disorientation and found himself standing on the sidewalk next to his hired car more than a mile away.

Needless to say, he was on his phone and updating his superior within seconds, very glad to be away from that compelling woman who was so terrifyingly beautiful.

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About the Author:
Andrew P. Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boys where he was School Captain and Head Boy.

He was an active sportsperson and enjoyed rugby, martial arts, swimming, and was a member of athletics teams throughout the city.

On graduation in 1977, he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of roles both in the UK and abroad.

In 1985, he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.

Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called The Adventures of Willy Whiskers and gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies. He was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.

An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.

When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark.

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