In a world where angels
rule over humans, twelve outcasts dare to defy expectation, warring with their
angel brethren to prevent the extinction of mankind.
They are The Fallen.
When fallen
angel Jason answers Michael’s summons to an abandoned warehouse in New York City, the last
thing he expects to find is a covert rebel group hiding underground…one that’s
led by a stunning nephilim who unmistakably belongs to him.
Ruby Miller
has always known the angels who claim to protect humans have a hidden agenda.
Ever since the day her father was killed by his own kind for protecting humans,
she’s lived off the grid, determined to stop the angels from succeeding in
their plot to destroy mankind. Then she meets Jason, a sexy fallen angel who
claims she’s his mate. Falling in love is not part of her plan. If only she could
deny the sizzling attraction that pulls them closer together.
As the Fallen
and Ruby’s gang of rebels work together to gain proof of the angels’ nefarious
plans, she must decide whether to stay focused on her mission…or surrender to
the sweet ecstasy of this angel’s unforgettable kiss.
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Carly
Andersis hearing voices in her head.
Another one of her kind is trying to contact her. She knows of the malevolent
freaks—others who are eternal like her and seek out the weak to inflict pain
upon. For years, Carly has held up huge protective walls to keep herself and
her secrets safe. Now, physically and mentally exhausted, Carly needs
protection and rest.
She accepts
the invitation to visit an internet friend who needs help appraising a
collection of antique photographs.The
situation is not ideal, but Carly hopes a male presence in her life will deter
the determined suitor who haunts her thoughts and dreams.
Daniel
Tremont is not what Carly is expecting.
The former
funeral director has a secret of his own. Not only is he eternal like Carly, he
is her creation from all those years before—her abomination she thought she
killed.
Daniel has
been searching for Carly for years. He knows she is the piece of his life that
he has been missing for so long. Now that he has found her, he has no
intentions of letting her go.
Amaranta
Costa uses her Kanima as an avoidance tactic, until the one person she
cherishes most is taken from her. When Gavin Ford enters the fray uninvited,
she’s forced to accept the help of his pack to find her mate.
Trusting others
isn’t her forte. Though her inner jaguar accepts him hands down, the woman in
her fights his dominating, take-control nature. Unlike Marisol’s soft
personality, Gavin’s wolf challenges her at every turn. She can find no escape.
His abrasiveness both sets her on edge and pleases her. She finds being in
Marisol’s arms isn’t enough; the all-consuming need to be his burns to her
core. There’s no denying the chemical attraction arcing among the three of
them.
Will she
reach out, and accept the love and support waiting for her?
Excerpt:
The raucous wails intensified and the crunch of tires
entering her private drive grew louder. Amara pressed on, breaking through the
foliage into her large back yard to see uniformed officers walking the
perimeter of her house.
“Excuse me?” Amara
padded across her back yard, aware of her nudity and one enforcement officer
leering at her. The other looked uncomfortable.Humans. Why do they find nudity
unacceptable, since everyone born into the world came without clothes? How she
hated the restricting fibers and longed to live in nothing but her skin. Maybe
a blanket for times when the cold bit into her, chilling her to the bone.
“Ma’am, your alarm
system activated. We called and no one answered. Are you harmed?”
“No, not at all.” She
crossed her arms under her breasts. Their eyes roved over her and the one
speaking seemed to lose his voice. They appeared confused as to why she paraded
around like she did.
“Sir, the house is
clear.”
“I’m sure it was just a
false alarm.” Amara whipped her head to the left, addressing the female officer
entering through her veranda doors.
“Are you certain? We
found your front door wide open when we pulled up the drive. The perpetrator
may still be in the area. Ma’am, would you mind putting on some clothes?”
Of course there wasn’t
an intruder in the house; she’d feel the presence. She weighed the probability
of Mari forgetting to lock up behind herself. No other lingering scents clung
in the air. No dark aura. Seething in anger at her girlfriend’s lack of
awareness, she stalked to her door, leaving the officers to follow her indoors.
“I do mind dressing on my own property. I like being naked—”
“Still, ma’am…talking to
you’d be a lot easier if you wore clothing.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Amara
glared at the unwanted guests.
“She’ll put on some
clothes if I have to drag her to her room myself and dress her.” Gavin’s
authoritative voice entered into the standoff.
“I will not. This is my
place. If they don’t like my appearance they can leave.” Amara whipped around
and stared down Gavin’s steel wall of unwanted authority. “What are you doing
here?” She’d never seen the man anywhere but at The Delightful Kitty. In his
cargo pants and T-shirt, he looked damn good standing in her house.
“Heard the call on my
scanner. Wanted to check on you and Mari. Go put on some clothes, babe. I’ll
keep the five-oh company.”
Amara opened her mouth
to speak and switched outlets. How do you know where I
live?
Drake told me. Now go put on some clothes. Though I don’t mind
staring at you, not one bit.
About the Author:
Being smart
and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid
reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into
the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she'd be one of them.
Then family life came, and college right after. Swayed from her childhood
course of action, it took many years for her to get back to that place she held
dear as a child. Now she is running full steam ahead to keep up with the many
ideas flowing freely. She plans on taking her work to higher levels and
expanding her genres. Her main focus is giving her readers variety. Her works
in progress include paranormal, fantasy and mainstream romance. Taking
characters and watching them grow past what she’s imagined is her true passion.
Title: Mark of the Sylph Series: Demons of Infernum #2 Author:Rosalie
Lario Genre: Paranormal Romance Publisher: Entangled Publishing Format: Ebook, Paperback Length: 352 pages Release Date:March 26th 2013 Buy Links:Amazon
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Book Description:
Half-demon
Taeg is desperate to free his pregnant sister-in-law, who is spellbound to an
indestructible book that will create an army of the undead. He is convinced
that an ancient sword can destroy the book and the spell forever, but this
relic has been hidden for a millennia by a powerful glamour. The clock begins
to run out on his search when an old rival goes after the book and Taeg’s
family in his quest for revenge.
Librarian
Maya Flores has a secret: she’s immune to magic and is well aware of the
supernatural beings prowling the streets of New York City. Haunted by a brutal demon
attack that took her family, she is on a one-woman mission to destroy the evil
demons who did it—and any others who get in her way.
Maya is
Taeg’s best hope for uncovering the sword. Unfortunately, she wants nothing
more than to kill him. As he fights for her trust and to save his family, she
is forced to face the truth that not all demons are evil. And the worst part?
She might be falling in love with one, too.
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The Deacons of the Order are all that stand between the wicked spirits of the Otherside and the innocent citizens of the Empire. They are sworn to protect humanity, even when they cannot protect themselves…
After the Razing of the Order, Sorcha Faris, one of the most powerful Deacons, is struggling to regain control of the runes she once wielded. The Deacons are needed more desperately than ever. The barrier between the world of the living and the world of the dead is weakening, and the Emperor has abandoned his throne, seeking to destroy those he feels have betrayed him.
Though she is haunted by the terrible truth of her past, Sorcha must lead the charge against the gathering hordes of geists seeking to cross into the Empire. But to do so, she will need to manipulate powers beyond her understanding—powers that may prove to be her undoing…
About the Author:
Born in Wellington, New Zealand, Philippa has always had her head in a book. For this she blames her father who thought Lord of the Rings was suitable bedtime reading for an eight year old. At the age of thirteen she began writing fantasy stories for herself.
She first earned a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature and Political Science and then a Bachelor of Applied Science in Library and Information Science. So soon enough she found herself working in the magical world of libraries where she stayed for over a decade.
Her first professional sale was in 1997, and since then she has gone on to produce mostly novel length fiction. In 2006 she became New Zealand’s first podcast novelist, and she has voiced and produced Weaver’s Web, Chasing the Bard, Weather Child and Digital Magic as podiobooks. Her podcasts have won both a Parsec Award and a Sir Julius Vogel award.
Philippa is the author of the Books of the Order series with Ace- Geist, Spectyr, Wrayth and Harbinger coming in July 2013.
She is also the co-author of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences series with Tee Morris. Phoenix Rising debuted in May 2011 and The Janus Affair came out in May 2012. Phoenix Rising won the Airship Award for best written steampunk, and was the number eight best Science Fiction book of 2011 according to Goodreads.com. The Janus Affair was the seventh most popular science fiction book of 2012 on Goodreads.com. The series continues with Dawn’s Early Light in December 2013.
In addition she is also the author of the Shifted World series with Pyr Books, with the first book Hunter and Fox released in June 2012, and the second Kindred and Wings scheduled for August 2013.
When not writing or podcasting, Philippa loves reading, gardening, and whenever possible traveling. With her husband Tee and her daughter, she is looked after by a mighty clowder of five cats in Manassas, Virginia.
When
by-the-numbers accountant Rob Morrison, a skeptic of all things paranormal,
moves into a new apartment and discovers it is haunted by the corporeal ghost
of a beautiful woman, he must hastily reconsider his beliefs and revisit his
painful past.
With no
memory of her time on earth, Angie Barsotti doesn’t understand why she’s
compelled to visit the same apartment every night as a ghost caught between two
worlds. If she’s to have a chance to move on, she needs to find the missing
pieces of her life and death through the man who lives there…if only he’d
believe in her.
Together they
struggle to find the truth about her death and stumble upon a very pleasurable
way to time travel, hopeful they can prevent her death. But someone doesn’t
want them to discover the truth. And if she’s human again, will she have any
memories of her time as a ghost…and more importantly, will she remember the man
who helped her find her way?
Excerpt:
Angel’s body tingled. Her
skin rippled with electricity, and she recognized the signs that she’d be
transported soon.
Yes.
Finally. She closed
her eyes, wishing she could rush the transition from her world to his. Cool air
prickled her skin and she stood in the man’s dark apartment. With moonlight
shining through the sheers, she could make out his form on the sofa.
He jumped up and faced
her.
She wanted to speak, but
she couldn’t.
“The electricity went off
again,” he said.
She frowned.
He stepped closer. “Ghosts
don’t exist.”
No. He couldn’t banish her
again. She needed something in this world. The lights flickered, sizzled, and
then went off again.
Please
don’t tell me to go away; it makes me go away. She might not have a voice in this
world, but she could at least think it. She would not go, not when potential
answers waited in this place.
The man stepped closer.
“What are you doing? Angie, why do you keep coming here?”
Don’t
tell me to leave…don’t tell me to leave. Pictures flew into her mind. People smiling and laughing.
A tree in the corner with white lights and boxes under it….
He’d called her Angie.
“You know me?” Her words
came out a whisper, but at least they finally came out. Tears tracked down her
cheeks. The electricity flickered on, and then, stayed off. The air stopped
sizzling. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the darkness again.
“Christ, this can’t be
happening.” He moved his fingers over something in his hand and then pocketed it.
She closed the distance
between them and grasped his upper arms, pleading him with her eyes because her
voice had left her again.
“Yes, I know you.” He
glanced away and looked out the window, let out a huff of breath, and then
gazed at her. “Your name is Angie Barsotti and you used to live here.”
No wonder the place felt
so familiar. Her spirits lifted. He could help her find out who she was, help
her find out what was going on.
“And,” he dragged a hand
through his hair. “You died and I don’t believe in ghosts.”
Cold air, cold as ice tore
through her, ripping her from the apartment.
About the Author:
Joya Fields
has had over 100 stories and articles published in local and national
magazines. Her debut novel, a romantic suspense, is a NJRW GOLDEN LEAF WINNER
FOR BEST FIRST BOOK OF 2012 and is nominated for RT Book Reviews 2012 Indie
Press/Self-Published Contemporary Romance award.
Over the years, Joya has taught arts and
crafts, worked in public relations, owned a daycare center, helped her children
raise prize-winning 4-H livestock, competed in three marathons, and even spent
a year as a Baltimore Colts cheerleader. Joya loves spending time with her high
school sweetheart/husband of over twenty years, two very supportive children,
and a pug who follows her everywhere.
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As part of the Falling for the First Time, Rites of Spring Blog Hop Jessica has asked that we share an excerpt of our books in which our characters experience a 'first'. In my book, The Nymph's Labyrinth, the hero's son Kaden falls in love and sets off a series of events that will forever change not only his fate, but those fates entwined with his as well. If you haven't read The Nymph's Labyrinth yet I can't express enough how wonderful this book is--critics are loving it! This book has also set to motion a variety of events in my career that I can't wait to share with my readers (prayers and positive thougths are welcome). I promise that if you read The Nymph's Labyrinth you will not be disappointed!
Beau rubbed his hands together and looked at the place
where Ariadne’s fingers had touched his. It felt strange to be haunted by a
memory that probably meant nothing to her. It was only an accidental touch. He
closed his eyes and thought about her fingers, long and dainty, her skin soft. It
would feel so good to have her run them down his skin, around his waist. He
stopped himself. He was at work. This wasn’t the time to daydream about some
teenage crush.
The trowel whispered to him from his bucket of supplies.
“Hey, Professor,” his student, Vickie, called from the
far side of the site.
With a quick wave, Beau ducked into his site. His assistant
could get the students running this morning. He needed to get his mind back on
task and avoid all women for as long as possible.
He pulled out the trowel and sharpened the blade with a
thick steel file. It was nice to finally be on site and back to work. It had
been a solid week of tourist traps and dinners spent in silence, as Kaden
looked anywhere but at him.
He needed this; to get his hands back into the dirt, to
follow his dream, and make things happen. This had to be the place to find the
Labyrinth, but if Beau didn’t get back to work and find something he would
never know…and he’d never have a job again. It was already a tough sell to
convince the University of Texas that he was a worthwhile professor. Anthropology
wasn’t a field of study that many students were going into since the economy
had tanked.
Not that he could blame the students for following more
stable goals. All they had to do was look at Beau to know what a pipedream archeology
was—only a few scientists could have ever been considered newsworthy. Most archeologists
were just like him, scrimping by, begging for funds, or else working for states
on building projects making sure everything was found in an area slated to be
destroyed. At least he was on the conservation end of the spectrum.
There were a few professors back at the university who
were doing well, but only thanks to their political ties and play-it-safe
attitudes. Right now, they were probably sitting around, guzzling their
chardonnays and laughing at what a fool he was for chasing the Labyrinth. No
one, not a single professor, had taken him seriously when he had told them he
hypothesized that the Labyrinth was real. Most thought it was nothing but a
fantasy, like the Ark of the Covenant or Atlantis.
They didn’t understand all the hours of research Beau
had poured into the subject. He had gone over everything, old texts,
excavations, and he had even managed to get his hands on a top-secret
Geophysical Survey. Everything pointed to here, to this little point right
outside of Gournai.
When he told his colleagues he was going after a grant
from the NSF to find the Labyrinth, Professor Ryan laughed in his face,
splattering him with the coffee the fat man had been holding in his mouth. The
memory of Ryan made his gut clench. He had to prove them wrong and save his
face and his job. The Labyrinth was here. He just knew it. He could feel it in
his soul.
Beau looked out at the site. There were eight open
sites, or digs. The students were climbing in and out of their squares, carrying
dirt-filled buckets to the screens and filtering out the artifacts. Everything
looked routine, even relaxed, but the students didn’t know how close they all
were to being shut down and having to go back to Texas with their dirt and
sweat-covered hats in their hands. He would probably have to beg the dean to
keep his job, and forget tenure.
He rubbed his hands against his face, trying to push the
worries from his mind. He needed to dig. And his dig, dig three, waited for him.
Kaden was perched on the edge of the stone wall that ran
adjacent to the site. “Kaden, do you wanna help me?” He pointed to his 12x8
square with the column by the back wall.
The boy said nothing. Beau stepped closer to the rock
wall where his son was sitting, covered by the hood of his black sweatshirt. Beau
looked over the side and followed Kaden’s gaze. A group of teenage girls
glanced up the hill and turned back to each other as they noticed him looking.
A young blonde girl wearing a white T-shirt looked up at
Kaden and gave him a quick half-wave.
It looks like I’ll
be on my own today.
Beau smiled. “Why don’t you go talk to her, Kae?”
Kaden pushed his arm over his mouth and coughed as he
turned his back on the girls. “I don’t think I should be taking dating advice
from you; you didn’t even make a move on the lady from the museum.”
“Fine, kid. But I would think you would take this chance
to get a break from your old man for a bit. You have been stuck with me for
almost a week. This has to be different from staying with your mother.”
Kaden turned back around to face the girls. “You’re
right,” he said, standing up. “You’re a lot easier.”
A snort escaped Beau. Easier? Really?
He thought back to Lynda. Before they had divorced, she
was always making promises to the kid when she felt guilty about some
shortcoming. When she forgot him at daycare, she had promised him a new
baseball mitt; when she missed his school’s holiday performance, she had
promised him a pricey video game that he had wanted. But she never followed
through. Beau would try and cover for her and get the things she had promised
for Kae, but it always seemed like Kaden knew that she had failed him. He
couldn’t fail his son in the same ways his ex-wife had.
Kaden pushed his hood down from his head and jumped from
the short ledge, landing with a thump. He started down the hill.
“When are you going to be back?” Beau called after him.
Without looking back, Kaden shrugged.
“Well, we call it quits at five o’clock. Be back before
we set to leave.”
Kaden wandered down the hill toward the girls. When he
reached them, Kaden stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground. The
blonde girl twisted her hair in her fingers while she smiled sheepishly at his
son...
(Copyright 2012, Author Danica Winters LLC.)
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The timeless
creed, and tattoo, bore by the Rousseau’s— a vampire clan with the purest
bloodline of any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was
different, yet the same: Ascher-a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.
Ascher
questions the purpose for his existence and which world he truly belongs to:
the human world or the vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula— a
prearranged union to a woman he abhors — he’s at his wit’s end. He knows if he
calls off the sealing, the Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he
cannot see eternity with a cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.
Just when he
thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna— a beautiful, bi-racial
human Wiccan — and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to her. She
makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a decision
that turns his immortal world upside down.
About the Author:
Ashlynne
Laynne has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of
the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan,
she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature.
This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is
unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves.
Ashlynne
loves writing on the edge and teetering between the erotica and romance genres,
and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and
Juliet. She is currently working on books three and four of her Progeny Series,
book one of her upcoming Rocker Series, and an untitled novella WIP. In her
spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She
juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer,
hoping to write full time one day soon.
Ashlynne
lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son.
Author
Ashlynne Layne is a bit of a tease; her writing in The Progeny flows much as foreplay to its intended result.Layne tantalizes the reader with juicy
encounters between the main characters: Ascher (a half-vampire) and Shauna (a
human, who later discovers she’s a “natural witch”), while holding back the
all-out eroticism until the plot line and characters are ready to reach a
simultaneous climax.
The book begins with the burning of
Andres Rousseau during the Salem Witch Trials, which gives the story a
historical grounding and leads into the present-day setting and trials of his
descendants.A prophecy decrees Ascher
will seal (the vampire’s version of marry) with another vampire named Ursula
from a clan in Russia, but he doesn’t love her.When beautiful Shauna is introduced as a new employee at the family bar
(yep, Rousseau’s) he is smitten.Layne does an impressive job of recreating
the buzz and nervous anxiety two people feel when they have chemistry, slowly
and suspense-fully building up their relationship.
This strong
development of the main characters along with intriguing details regarding vampire
and witch lore, and a good cast of supporting roles and their ensuing
side-stories, keep the readers’ interest piqued.The subtle sensual language of The Progeny builds in intensity along
with the action/adventure, drawing the reader in and allowing one to relate to
the internal and external struggles of Ascher and Shauna.Though there are a few too many overt
gushings of cheesy romantic sentiment, the actual love-making scenes make up
for it with vividly explicit imagery.The denouement leaves the reader satisfied but yearning for more, as any
good sensual experience should.
Dagney Night,
a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s
Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings
arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she
wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.
Maxwell
Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the
walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into
his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger
point. He needs sex. Now.
When Madame
Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames
of their encounter be too hot to handle?
Excerpt:
Dagney followed her sister’s glance,
and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed
the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the
paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure,
unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and
Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze
remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her,
radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and
grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to
her feet.
“I’m Maxwell Raines.”
Yeah.
No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?
She told herself not to swoon. Ordered
herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a
train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A
bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents.
Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.
Her legs turned to rubber, and she
doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to
scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she
bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she
said.
“I’m never late.”
“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.”
She waved a hand around the empty room.
“Depends on your perspective.”
“You’re big on perspective, are you?”
“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug
accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”
“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s
left.”
“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a
black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”
About the Author:
Taryn Kincaid
lives in scenic Serendipity-By-the-Sea. (Go ahead. Try to find it on a map. If
you do, Taryn will send you a smooch. Also a Nutter Butter.)She is an Olympic caliber athlete in egg
rolling contests and spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C.
to introduce fantail shrimp competition. When she's not bungee jumping off the Palisades or parasailing up and down the Hudson River, she devotes her time to caring for her
aging pet walrus,arranging her voodoo
doll-pin collection and practicing rhythmic chants.At this moment, she is busy picking up loose
wholewheat spaghetti sticks that spilled out of the cupboard and onto her
kitchen floor. Wait. Is that something…sparkly?
