Thursday, August 28, 2014

{BOOK SPOTLIGHT}: Darkest Embrace



Darkest Embrace is a dark paranormal romance.





BLURB:
While running away to escape the actions of her deceased father, Elyssa Smith is caught in the worst storm that Lanistter Isle has ever seen, forcing her to seek shelter in the only place nearby -- Lanistter Castle. Soon, however, it's made clear that the inhabitants of the castle are the ones she's running away from in the first place.

Zeke Lanistter is the head of the European Lanistter branch -- and a sadist through and through. He has bloody plans for Elyssa, and will stop at nothing to get rid of her.

Reid Lanistter is known by many for his womanizing. But when Elyssa enters the castle, he does all he can to protect her from Zeke, unexpectedly morphing into a one-woman man.

In a sinister turn of events, Reid becomes the danger to Elyssa's life, and it’s Zeke who finds himself doing whatever he can to protect Elyssa...

BUY LINKS: Amazon | Barnes & Noble


ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Robyn M. Pierce is an author from Las Vegas, where the night is never-ending. She has two white cats that lure her into taking catnaps more often than not and can be terrorists when it’s dinnertime.

The Lanistter Chronicles has been her primary focus since 2006, when she started writing stories of her own. (She used to be a fan fiction writer!)

While on her journey with the Lanistter family, she has come up with enough book ideas to fill a shelf, and there are still more to come.

You can find Robyn on her website.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

TEASER TUESDAY: Anais Morgan

Welcome to another installment of TEASER TUESDAY. I'm excited to have the lovely Anais Morgan here with us today. She'll be sharing an excerpt from her dark paranormal erotic romance novel, BLOOD AND GOLD. 


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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:
Mary pulled her legs to her chest and watched as happiness flooded him. Calm. He was different somehow. Changed. “And the convent?”
  She stuck out her tongue. “They were strict. Always doing this chore or that. I never got to go to public school or go out and party. I was told that my body was a temple to be treasured for a god.” She raised a brow at him. “Now I know that it was for you, right? So, can I blame you for a boring ass teenage life?”
He laughed. “I didn’t know you existed until you showed up. We just ask for this or that and here you are.”
“You make kidnapping sound like it’s legal.”
He laughed again.
Mary found herself chuckling with him. She loved seeing a true smile on his face. The tension, at some point, had dissolved between them and now they sat like good friends. Would it be foolish if she trusted him, if even the slightest bit?
Solomon draped his arm around her shoulder. “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
She shook her head as his heat absorbed into her. Her hands trembled at his caress, how his thumb rubbed her arm ever so slowly, drawing her insides into a clenched ball. Sweat formed on her temples. “No.”
“So, I’m your first?” His voice was low and dangerously sexy.
She tried to push him away like she was playing, but he didn’t move. “I wouldn’t call you my boyfriend.”
“Not yet.” His hand slid down her arm to her elbow, following the bend of her arm. His other hand had come up to her face and cupped her chin. She couldn’t move under his grasp as he looked into her eyes. “Koe, Virgin.”
She shook her head.
“You won’t beg for me?”
“Please, stop.” Mary could have kicked her own ass for those words, yet they tumbled out before she could refuse them.
Solomon laughed, his hot breath covering her face. “You’re cute. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“I-I-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence. Mary was speechless as his tongue toyed with her ear. She groaned as he sucked her lobe between his teeth. The rumble of his laughter shot straight between her thighs and she clenched them to stop herself from growing wetter.
“I do think you’re gorgeous. Now, I must feed.”
Mary slapped him and kicked with everything she had. “Please, stop, don’t-“
“Now that’s the noise I like to hear. Yes, my Virgin, please beg for me to show you mercy. I want to feel that voice strain as you lose hope.”

He bit into her and she could have fainted. The pain surged through her body like she’d been hit with a bag of bricks. His fangs were too sharp, too thick, and Mary grasped at his shoulders, needing to hang onto something. Tears soaked her cheeks as she heard him consuming her. She knew moving, fighting, would make it worse. 

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BLURB:
This is a dark paranormal erotic romance that contains some scenes and acts that may be triggering to some readers. While this does have a happy ending, please be advised.

She will feed them or die. Or both.

Just when eighteen-year-old Mary Scott is ready to go to culinary school, she’s captured and held prisoner by The Order-a religious group that sells humans to vampires. Mary is sent to become the blood slave to the Wictreds, a family of three vampires. There’s Deacon, the gentleman with a short temper, Solomon, sarcastic one with some serious mood swings, and Cain, the child-like one that has a problem with self control. Her only hope is to escape, but she has a single chance. If she’s caught she’ll be killed to keep her silent.

As time passes, Mary’s days become numbered. After all, she has only so much blood. The longer she’s in the house, the more time she spends with Solomon. When he’s not toying with her, he’s actually a nice guy and protects her from his brothers. Mary loves his company and soon his presence makes her heart flutter. But humans and vampires must be separate, and Deacon will do anything to keep the family honor intact 




BUY LINKS:      AMAZON  /  BARNES & NOBLE  /  ALL ROMANCE eBOOKS




ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Anais Morgan has been writing, in one form or another, since she was fourteen. Her loves have always been romance, followed by paranormals. It seems cliché, but she loves a classic tale with a sexy twist. If she can get inspiration from anything, it'd be Titanic. Anais has been married since 2007 to an equally strange man. Technically they don’t have kids, but four pets equal kids, don’t they? 

Anais also writes under the pen name Erika Lindsen where you can check out paranormal romances, from sweet to steamy. But Erika does come armed with zombies and vampires.

You can also connect with Anais on Facebook



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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

TEASER TUESDAY: Stacy Allen

I have the ever talented and lovely Stacy Allen lined up for this weeks Teaser Tuesday. Today, she's sharing a never before seen exclusive excerpt from her adult romantic suspense, EXPEDITION INDIGO.


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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:
The truck blocking the road finally moved. The driver behind swerved out and around them. Niccolo threw his hands up in annoyance and shoved the van into gear. He drove on, honking when necessary and waving to people he knew.
“How are things going out there on the Pandora? Whats your job? Im sure its something important.”
“Im a diver. I work, I lift, I repair. I do what Im told to do,” he said, an edge of boredom to his response. “Ive been working for Stefano for seven years. Someday hell learn I have more to offer.”
The bitter tone in his voice tugged at Rileys heart. “It must be difficult being the youngest. Thats how I felt at the Vatican. I was just an intern, and I was working for people who had spent years working there. The curators made me feel like I didnt have enough experience to be of much use. A counselor told me it would teach me humility, and it was all part of being an apprentice. There will always be someone who knows more and who does the job better. Someone to answer to. Someone, regardless of their abilities, will get more respect because they have more experience. Someday your brothers will realize you are not just their baby brother. Someday theyll see you as a man. Between now and then, have faith in yourself and do the best job you can. Respect yourself, be true to yourself. Decide to excel whether anyone is looking at you or grading you. Youll know that youve done your best. Youre the only one you have to impress. Only you know what youre truly capable of, Niccolo.”
Niccolo looked at Riley. “Please call me Nikki,” he said, nodding and turning his eyes back to the road. He said nothing more as they continued to Sorrento. He parked, and they removed luggage from the van, two men with dark leathery skin coming to their aid. Riley followed Niccolo and the men, carrying only her tote bag. The two men were telling Niccolo about a fisherman who lost a net full of fish while trying to balance it across the bow of his boat.
The speed boat Stefano promised was waiting at the dock. Riley introduced herself to Roberto as he and Niccolo loaded her luggage. They waved goodbye to the men, and Roberto started the engine, which roared to life. Riley clutched the sides of the boat tightly. Niccolo took over as captain, and if he piloted boats like he drove cars, she expected a vigorous ride across the Bay of Naples.
They whipped across the dark blue water, the cool foam flying up on both sides of the boat and misting Rileys face. She could see Mt. Vesuvius majestically presiding over Napoli, and in the distance, the island of Capri was nestled in the Azure waters of the Mediterranean.
Her excitement rose as they neared a large blue and white ship twenty minutes later. The boat bounced through the choppy water, and she squinted to read the name in large blue capital letters across the bow. So, this was the Pandora. She had arrived. Her breath caught in her throat as she blinked, but the ship remained, blocking the sun and enveloping them in shade as they came alongside a metal landing at the end of metal stairs that led up to the deck. It became quiet except for the lapping water when Niccolo turned off the small boats tiny, raging engine.
Ciao, ciao. Siamo qui!” Niccolo yelled in a booming voice upward toward the deck of the Pandora.
As the smaller vessel bobbed on the swells, Riley took it all in, breathing in the fresh salt air and feeling anxious. She glanced upward and saw men moving above them on the deck, twenty-five feet off the water.
Niccolo reached out a hand to her, his legs spread wide to maintain his balance in the bobbing boat. He helped her to her feet, pointing with his free hand to step out on the platform and head up the stairs. “Ill get your bags. All of them.”
Riley hadnt realized it was going to take such an enormous effort to get her large bags on board, and it embarrassed her.
Niccolo waved her ahead with a warm smile.
Mille grazie,” she said to him before concentrating on the bottom of the rocking boat and stepping over and around her luggage, gas cans, tools, and coils of ropes. The gas fumes were making her lightheaded. She stood for a moment to judge the distance from the edge of the boat to the landing, then took a brave leap across the abyss and landed firmly on the metal plate. She grabbed the handrail leading up the steep metal stairs and glanced backward at the undulating swells she had jumped across.

How deep is this? she thought as she gazed at the seemingly endless water. Deeper than the SCUBA pool, that was certain. Would she have the nerve to step off into it and sink below?

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BLURB:
Archaeologist Riley Cooper is offered the chance of a lifetime: a chance to find the Crux Fidelis, the coronation cross of Charlemagne. Under Water Sea Adventures members believe they have found remains of the Indigo, a heavily laden cargo ship commissioned by Charlemagne and presumed lost on its maiden voyage off the coast of southern Italy in the early 800s. If Riley can find the cross, it will prove Charlemagne’s coronation as the First Holy Roman Emperor by Pope Leo III on Christmas Day had not been a spontaneous act, but rather a desperate political maneuver by a Pope in need of protection. 


When Riley joins UWSA off the coast of Sorrento, Italy, tensions and tempers fly as a competing team arrives in search of the treasure and an approaching hurricane gains strength and heads straight toward the dive site. And when one of the crew is murdered, Riley must find the strength to fight back and keep the treasure out of the other team’s hands.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Stacy’s passion for adventure has taken her to five continents to explore over fifty countries. Stacy also plays guitar and sings, when she isn’t traveling around the world in search of new locales and new stories. 


Stacy served on the Board of Trustees of the Pacific Northwest Writers Association, the Pacific Northwest Mystery Writers of America chapter, and currently serves as Vice President of the Southeast Mystery Writers of America (SEMWA) chapter. She lives in Georgia with her husband and a very large house cat named Valentino.

Check out her website  where you can learn about Stacy. You can also connect with her on Twitter and Facebook.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

TEASER TUESDAY: Michael Murphy

It's TEASER TUESDAY time again! Today I've got fellow agent buddy, Michael Murphy here to share an exclusive excerpt of his brand new release, THE YANKEE CLUB. 

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:
We climbed the stairs to the second floor. In the darkened corridor I inhaled the familiar odor of cigarette smoke, old carpet, and desperate lives.
We stopped in front of the familiar office with O’Brien Detective Agency etched into the frosted glass door. Muffled voices came from inside.
I tried the door. Locked. I slid my hand along the top of the dusty door frame and grabbed the key.
I unlocked the door and entered the dark outer office. From a radio on the secretary’s desk came the announcer’s fervent voice: “A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty—” I clicked off the radio.
“Hi-yo, Silver.The Lone Ranger. I love that show.” Frankie’s gaze swept the room lit only by the dim corridor light. “No one’s home, kemosabe.”
Mickey wouldn’t go off and leave the radio on. I flipped on a desk lamp, and the phone rang. It rang a second time. I answered, “O’Brien Detective Agency.”
No one spoke. Only shallow breathing.
“O’Brien Detective Agency.”
“Who’s this?” An unfamiliar man’s voice, but I noticed a faint Boston accent.
“Jake Donovan.” Did I detect a note of surprise in the man’s voice that Mickey hadn’t answered, or was I being overly suspicious?
The line went dead.
I hung up the receiver and opened the door to Mickey’s office. The room was dark except for when the red neon Reed Hotel sign across the street blinked through the partially open blinds.
Mickey sat slumped over on the wooden desk. Except for his face flat against the green desk blotter, the desktop was organized as usual, a notepad beside the phone, a bottle of Canadian whiskey, an empty glass, and a brass ashtray overflowing with Lucky Strike butts.
Even in a wrinkled gray suit and in need of a shave, with his slicked-back black hair, he resembled the actor Lyle Talbot. Although not quite the ladies’ man he professed to be, my former partner was tough, resourceful, and fearless. Only Mickey knew he was the inspiration for Blackie Doyle, a fact that would no doubt surprise the fan I met on the train, Dorothy Greenwoody.
Mickey had changed the office: one desk instead of two. He wasn’t as tidy as I’d been. File folders and tattered telephone books from a dozen cities lay scattered on a corner table. A four-bladed fan on a metal filing cabinet stirred the office air, lifting the corner of The New York Times scattered at Mickey’s feet.
Frankie peered over my shoulder into the room. “Maybe he’s dead.”
Dead drunk. 

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BLURB:
In 1933, America is at a crossroads: Prohibition will soon be history, organized crime is rampant, and President Roosevelt promises to combat the Great Depression with a New Deal. In these uncertain times, former-Pinkerton-detective-turned-bestselling-author Jake Donovan is beckoned home to Manhattan. He has made good money as the creator of dashing gumshoe Blackie Doyle, but the price of success was Laura Wilson, the woman he left behind. Now a Broadway star, Laura is engaged to a millionaire banker—and waltzing into a dangerous trap.
 
Before Jake can win Laura back, he’s nearly killed—and his former partner is shot dead—after a visit to the Yankee Club, a speakeasy dive in their old Queens neighborhood. Suddenly Jake and Laura are plunged into a conspiracy that runs afoul of gangsters, sweeping from New York’s private clubs to the halls of corporate power and to the White House itself. Brushing shoulders with the likes of Dashiell Hammett, Cole Porter, and Babe Ruth, Jake struggles to expose an inconspicuous organization hidden in plain sight, one determined to undermine the president and change the country forever.



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Michael Murphy is a full-time writer and part-time urban chicken rancher. He lives in Arizona with his wife of more than forty years and the four children they adopted this past year. He’s active in several local writers’ groups and conducts novel-writing workshops at bookstores and libraries.

You can visit Michael's website or find him on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, and Google+

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

TEASER TUESDAY: Vincent Morrone

I'm excited to announce the return of TEASER TUESDAY! But instead of just teasing y'all with my own stuff, I've invited my fellow authors to stop by and tease you as well :-) To kick it off, we have the ever funny and super talented Vincent Morrone. Today, he's sharing a never before seen exclusive excerpt from his YA paranormal romance, VISION OF SHADOWS.


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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:
I had been here many times before. I stood in an abandoned house, a fire raging out of control, but it wasn’t the flames that had me terrified. I was looking into the eyes of someone who clearly wanted me dead. I was cornered. His eyes were ablaze with hatred and the promise of violence. He was going to kill me.
        Yeah, been there, done that. But this time was different.
        I now knew who I was facing. His name was Payne McKnight. Even here, I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly beautiful he was. His shirt was ripped, his hair messed, but he looked perfect. His dark hair fell over his deep blue eyes, but I could still see the rage within them. 
        I couldn’t run away. Where would I go? If he didn’t kill me soon himself, I’d burn to death. You would think that would worry him as well, but no. There was no fear in his eyes; just loathing, violence and more than a wee bit of insanity.
       “Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t. If you ever loved me. Please.”           
     Payne responded to my plea by reaching out and grabbing my throat. “Of course I loved you. And that’s why you have to die.”       
     His hand tightened and the flames grew closer. I tried to scream, but nothing but a whimper escaped me.  

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BLURB:
Is Bristol Blackburn about to meet the love of her life...or her killer?

After the death of her parents, Bristol Blackburn's life is thrown into chaos and she's forced to move to Spirit, a small town where shadows are stirring. As she learns to navigate her new school and figures out how to keep her psychic abilities secret from her family, Bristol comes face to face with the boy who makes a regular appearance in her dreams: the gorgeous, possibly deadly, Payne McKnight. Soon she’ll find out if Payne will be the love of her life, or the end of it — and she has no idea which possibility scares her more.

And that's not even the worst of it. Strange shadows are haunting her dreams, and they're up to something that could put Bristol and the lives of everyone she loves in jeopardy.


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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Born and raised in Brooklyn NY, Vincent Morrone now resides in Upstate NY with his wife. (Although he can still speak fluent Brooklynese.) His twin daughters remain not only his biggest fans, but usually are the first to read all of his work. Their home is run and operated for the comfort and convenience of their dogs.

Vincent has been writing fiction, poetry and song lyrics for as long as he can remember, most of which involve magical misfits, paranormal prodigies and even on occasion superheroes and their sidekicks.

As they say in Brooklyn: Yo, you got something to say to Vincent?

Check out his website  where you can learn about Vincent and leave him a comment.  You can also connect with Vincent on Twitter and Facebook.