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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

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Friday, August 21, 2015

Paranormal Romance. Devil's Playground by Helena Shaw.



Today it’s my pleasure to feature, Devil’s Playground, a paranormal romance by Helena Shaw.

 Book Four in the Night Hunters series . 

Book Description

She finally thought she was free.

Dawn Garrett has been on the run from her past since the day she turned eighteen. A new name, a new life, and a new love have kept her safe from the one man who will stop at nothing to get her back.

Together with Jase Byrnes, Dawn has stood up against werewolves, witches, vampires, and so much more. She’s learned to be a hunter and with Jase by her side, she’s finally found the strength she’s been looking for.

But the man she’s spent so long running from is hot on her trail and Dawn is out of places to run. She’ll need to stand and face him, but she’s trapped in his playground and he’s got more tricks up his sleeve than she ever thought possible.


Excerpt


The snow showed no signs of slowing down as it whipped and whirled through Dawn’s hair. All her sweaters were gone, her makeshift scarf, her boots, everything.

And yet she wasn’t cold.

When she and Jase had gone out earlier, the snow had been so cold that it hurt, and it had been even worse when they got back to the hotel and her toes and fingers started to warm up again. The pain and itch had combined into pure agony and part of her wanted to bury them in the hotel’s ice bucket just to alleviate the pain, but in time it had begun to subside on its own.

Maybe I’m going numb, she wondered to herself as she marched through the snow. She’d read that was a sign of hypothermia. The body numbs itself to the cold and eventually you just go to sleep, but never wake up.

But she wasn’t tired. She was looking for something, and she couldn’t sleep until she found it.

She had no choice but to keep moving forward through the blowing wind. Each step was a struggle against the constant pressure of the gale, but she couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t until she reached the park that she realized that she was completely alone.

“Jase!” Dawn called. He’d been with her a moment ago, she could have sworn it, but now she was alone.

Entirely alone.

“Anyone?” Dawn screamed. No one was out in the freezing weather. The snow was too much, too wet and cold, and it just kept falling.

I have to find him, Dawn’s mind raced as she moved through the park. Panic surged through her and she kicked through the snow while it planted wet kisses with every flake that landed on her cheeks.

But the further she went, the less the snow behaved like normal. It changed, mutated, and when she looked up at the trees she saw they were no longer bowed and bent, but easily carrying the weight of their loads.

“No...” Dawn muttered as she spun. The wet snow turned to dry speckles of white ash and the wind was no longer cool on her face, but a hot blast of air.

The ash in the trees spread and grew, and without warning, it burst into red hot flames. Smoke filled the air and Dawn knew she had no choice but to run or risk getting swallowed by the fire.

It’s not real, she told herself as she ran. It can’t be real. It’s just a dream.

But it didn’t feel like a dream. The heat was real, the smoke in her lungs too. The hot blasts of air stung her eyes and everything was too clear.

Ahead, she saw what just might be her salvation. A subway entrance beckoned to her and she ran right for it.

Like the rest of the New York in her dream, she was alone when she got down the long flight of stone stairs. She’d hoped a train would be waiting, a train that would take her out of her dream and keep her safe, but she wouldn’t be so lucky.

As a teen, she’d loved the subway. The freedom it had given her that she hadn’t had in her small home in New Jersey. Without the need for a car, she could just get on the train and go anywhere she wanted to without a moment’s notice.

It would be her eighteenth birthday present to herself, or at least, that’s what she had decided. The moment she was legally an adult, she’d be gone and she’d keep running until he could never find her again.

Her plan had been to get some cash, get on the subway, and catch a train. With cash in hand, she’d be able to do it all easily enough. No one could trace the cash and she’d be out of the city before the sun rose.

It had all been worth it. The freedom she’d had on the road was better than the subway had ever offered her. It couldn’t even compare, and now she could only hope that this time, the train would actually lead her somewhere safe, rather than just looping around the city.

She knew she couldn’t stand there and wait for the train, not for long. Something was outside and it was coming for her. She couldn’t risk standing still and she needed to get moving or risk being caught.

With no train in sight, Dawn jumped down on the tracks. Even knowing it was a dream, she avoided the third rail and debated whether to go left or right.

Right, she decided. An old bit of trivia was what kept her from going left. Sinister, that was the old word for left, or at least that’s what she had heard. She couldn’t go the sinister way, it was just asking for trouble.

She hadn’t made it far when behind her she heard something. Even without turning around, she knew she was no longer alone. The soft sounds of scraping claws and heavy breath filled her ears and when she turned, all she saw were glowing yellow eyes.

Run, her mind screamed, and she did just that. There was no hesitation, no paralysis, only instinct as she began to run down the tunnel. 

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Monday, August 17, 2015

Only Righteous Love Can Conquer All. Chalvaren Rising by Paula Millhouse.



Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Paula Millhouse, author of Chalvaren Rising, a Kingdom of Chalvaren Romance.

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing

Book Description


THE DRAGONSTONE HAS RETURNED

With the love of Kort, Chalvaren’s warrior-prince heir, Mia Ansgar will seize her birthright and become the great dragon-riding wizardess prophesied to free that elven kingdom from her embittered sorceress kin.

TO ASCEND TRIUMPHANT

Twenty-five years ago, Theo Ansgar abandoned the Kingdom of Chalvaren for a hiding place on another world. Some called him traitor. Some, thief. Now his fully grown daughter Mia must return to the land of her birth...and their war. 

It was the elf prince Kort Elias who brought her back. Theirs was an instant connection, an inescapable union of body, soul and sorcery, reminding Mia of what she truly is, and what she must become. There is also Magnus, destined to be more potent than any wyrm Chalvaren has ever seen, a three-day-old dragonlet Mia must nurture and then ride. And then there is the Dragonstone, an artifact of power nonpareil. Joined, they can tip the scales of battle against the wraith-possessed forces of darkness, of Mia’s own embittered kin. Redemption will be offered, the protected will become the protector, and an ancient prophecy will come to fruition, but only righteous love can conquer all.


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Let’s hear from Paula…


Character Interview with Paula Millhouse and Chef Thorvid and his Royal Recipes

I interviewed Chef Thorvid, an elf from Castle Elias on cooking for the Royal Family and what he loves about his job.

Paula: Chef – I understand you have quite a job on your hands. You’ve worked for King Lachlan and Queen Elissabet for the past 27 years. Could you tell the Readers what you like most about your position with the Royal Family?

Chef Thorvid: I like nurturing the elves of the castle with nutritious fare. Watching the little elves grow up tall and strong with full tummies makes me the happiest guy on Chalvaren. As you might imagine cooking for the family and their staff can sometime amount to a laborious task, what with well over a hundred mouths to feed every day. Sometimes I think the family believes I practice magic, or something!

Paula: So, yeah, that’s a ton of people to cook for. Do you have a staff to assist you? Or, do you practice magic?

Chef Thorvid: Magic didn’t come my way, darling. Everything to do with my menus is hands-on. The king likes it that way.

Paula: Speaking of King Lachlan, what’s his favorite food? Can you tell us?

Chef Thorvid: If I did I’d have to kill you. That’s top secret of course.

Paula: Oh…okay. Well, what about you? A big guy like yourself is obviously keen on his own cooking. What’s your favorite meal to prepare and eat?

Chef Thorvid: That’s a wonderful question, Paula. I like lazy summer afternoons where the entire family joins me outside for a cookout. I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but because you’re as good as family in Castle Elias now, I’ll share my favorite menu with you. Don’t let the word get out on these Dragon-Fruit Margaritas or you’ll have guests returning time and again to hound you for these cocktails. 

Chef Thorvid’s Summertime Cookout Menu

Dragon-fruit Lemonade Margaritas  

Ingredients:
  • In a cocktail shaker add 2 Oz of your favorite tequila
  • 1 Oz of triple sec
  • 4 Oz of coconut water
  • Juice from a half a lemon
  • ¼ of a cubed, skinned, and macerated dragon fruit
  • 1 tsp of simple syrup
  • Add ice and shake, or blend.
Directions:
  1. Pour into salt rimmed glass.
  2. Garnish with a slice of dragon fruit.

Dragon Burgers
(We don’t use real dragon meat – we use beef)

Ingredients:
  • 1lb ground chuck (you want the higher fat ratio ground beef for a burger – it does wonders for the flavor)
  • 1lb ground pork
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1/2 cup bread crumbs
  • 2 TBSP Worcestershire sauce
  • 1/2 tsp chili powder
  • 2 cloves fresh garlic, minced

Directions:               
1. Combine ingredients. When evenly mixed, divide into four chunks, form patties.
2. Chill for half an hour while charcoal grill warms up.
3. Grill until medium rare, and serve on buns with your favorite toppings.

Thorvid’s Magic Sweet Potato Salad

Ingredients:
  • 4 medium sweet potatoes (about 2 1/2 pounds), peeled and coarsely chopped
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • Salt and ground black pepper
  • 2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
  • 4 hard-cooked eggs, peeled and chopped
  • 1/4 cup whole sweet peppers, chopped
  • 3 green onions, sliced (1/2 cup)
  • 1/4 cup chopped fresh dill
  • 1/3 cup mayonnaise
  • 1/3 cup plain Greek yogurt

Directions :
  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees F. In a large bowl combine potatoes and oil. Season with salt, and pepper. Roast for 18 minutes or until just tender but still hold their shape. Remove.
  2. Return potatoes to large bowl. Drizzle with vinegar; stir to coat. Cool completely. Add eggs, peppers, green onions, and dill. In a small bowl combine mayonnaise and yogurt. Pour over mixture; toss. Season to taste with salt and pepper.
Castle Elias Cucumber Honeydew Slaw

Ingredients:
  • 2 tablespoons lemon juice
  • 1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon honey
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/8 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon poppy seed (optional)
  • 1 medium honeydew melon seeded and cut in bite-size cubes (5 cups)
  • 1 cucumber (12 oz.), unpeeled, and cubes (2 cups)
  • 1/3 cup finely chopped red onion, briefly rinsed
  • 3 tablespoons chopped fresh dill weed
  • 4 ounces feta cheese, crumbled (1 cup)
Directions:
  1. In a large bowl pour lemon juice. Whisk in olive oil in a slow, steady stream until incorporated. Whisk in honey, salt, pepper, poppy seed, if desired, and pepper. Add melon, cucumber, onion, and dill weed. Toss to combine. Just before serving top with feta.  


About the Author



Paula Millhouse grew up in Savannah, Georgia where Spanish moss whispers tales in breezes from the Atlantic Ocean, and the Intracoastal Waterway. As a child, Paula soaked in the sunshine and heritage of cobblestones, pirate lore, and stories steeped in savory mysteries of the south.

Paula lives with her husband at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains with their pack and pride of furry babies. In the southern tradition of storytellers, she loves sharing the lives of her characters with readers, and following her muse on the quest for happily-ever-afters in thrilling romantic fiction.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2015

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Friday, July 3, 2015

A Bad Boy Who's Playing For Keeps. Once in a Blue Moon by Vicki Crum.



Today it’s my pleasure to welcome over Vicki Crum, author of Once in a Blue Moon, a Paranormal Romance.

Publisher: Rebecca J Vickery
Date of Publication: May15, 2015

ISBN: 1512032964
ASIN: BOOXPWMWXS

Number of pages: 171
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Joshua Shinn

Book Description


Casey Montgomery’s lifelong addiction to “bad boys” has brought her nothing but heartache. Just as she swears off alpha males forever, a brief, torrid encounter with one of the hottest, Harley-riding, leather-jacketed hunks she’s ever seen leaves her reeling---and worse, jeopardizes her carefully laid plans to meet and fall in love with a nice, dependable nerd.

Jake Benedict has been around the block enough times to recognize his mate when he meets her, a gorgeous werewolf with a case of latent genes who doesn’t have a clue about her true identity. Jake is just the were to teach Casey about her ancient heritage and coax her feral side into revealing itself.

While Casey can’t resist the intense physical attraction she feels for Jake, she’s determined to freeze him out emotionally. Can Jake break through Casey’s defenses and prove to her once and for all that he’s one bad boy who’s playing for keeps?

Available at  BN  & Amazon

Let’s Interview! 


What inspired you to write this book?

When I first sat down to write this book, I was feeling frustrated and grossly unappreciated after getting several rejection letters on a previous project—kind of fed up and rebellious! I started writing with a little “attitude” sitting on my shoulders and just let the words flow. It was a bit of a naughty fantasy—that’s how it started out.

How did you come up with the title?

The manuscript went through several edits and about three different titles before it was done. The title, Once in a Blue Moon, just hit me one night, sort of out of the blue, as they say. No pun intended. I thought it captured the werewolf element and the sassy/fun tone of the book.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

My heroine, Casey, owns a clothing boutique with her best friend, and I modeled it after some of the clothing stores in the charming downtown area of the city where I live. When Casey first catches sight of Jake as his motorcycle roars by her on the street, the vision of my hometown was there again and it all just fit. So the setting of the book is Manhattan Beach, and I used some of the actual businesses, sights and surrounding communities throughout the story. So it’s an authentic setting. 

If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Oh, it would definitely be Jake. Not only is he gorgeous, he’s intelligent, charming, and lots of fun. And he’s a werewolf—what’s not to like?

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.

Casey’s always been attracted to the “bad boys”, the uber-alpha males, and has gone through enough heartache in her life to put her off of them forever. When Jake roars into town on his Harley, she feels an instantaneous, earthy, and instinctual connection to him that threatens her determination to change her ways. What Casey doesn’t know is that she’s genetically predisposed to seek the alpha. Jake recognizes Casey as one of his own, though he’s certain that Casey’s species of werewolf is a very rare, very noble breed on the verge of extinction, and that Casey is blissfully unaware of her true heritage. It’s a puzzle that Jake has to solve because, like it or not, Casey is Jake’s mate and he has every intention of claiming her.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

"Hello, Casey."

Her gaze darted around the shop as if she expected to see the cavalry come riding to her rescue from behind the racks of clothing. She stole another glance at Jake and wondered if this was how Daniel felt, facing down a cave full of hungry lions. Her palms began to sweat.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked. "I thought we might talk." His seductive smile arrowed straight to her heart and left her momentarily speechless.

He strode to the stack of pastel garments piled high on the table next to her, and picked up a silk turquoise tank top with ultra-thin straps, rubbing the filmy material between his fingertips. "Nice," he said, and Casey was hit with a wave of heat so intense it made more than her palms sweat. "Sexy." He tilted his head. "Where might a woman wear something like this?"

"To bed." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. Damn. Casey could feel the blush starting at the roots of her hair and spreading downward. "They...they're pajamas."

"Ahh." The knowing look in his eyes left her feeling naked...vulnerable. As usual, the man had managed to put her at an immediate disadvantage.

Clearing her throat, she said, "So...what did you want to discuss? If this is about the money..."

"Money?" It was less a question than an accusation.

"Yes...you know, to pay for all the work the men did yesterday. I think the insurance is going to cover most of it, but if your uncle doesn't want to wait I could—"

Jake cut her off with a wave of his hand. "Don't be ridiculous. It has nothing to do with that."

"Oh. Well, then."

He came toward her, and it took all the control Casey possessed not to step back, to go into retreat mode. Instead, she squared her shoulders, tilted her head up, and met his gaze head-on. Why did he have to stand so close? She had an insane urge to plant her hand in the middle of his chest and shove him back a little. If she weren’t so afraid of touching him, she might have seriously considered it.

"I'm getting the distinct feeling that you don't care much for me," he said. "Could it be because of what happened the other day? You know, your aversion to me didn't seem so strong then. As a matter of fact, if that was your idea of a welcoming gesture...I think I'd have to give it a solid ten."

Casey took a deep breath and summoned what little composure she could muster after that smart-ass remark. "Look, I realize I came on a little strong that day. Correction—I acted like a total sl—"

"Now, now. Let's not get carried away."

Casey wouldn't have thought Jake could get any closer, but he did. Their knees were almost touching now, and she had to throw her head back just to maintain eye contact. "I'd appreciate it if you'd just accept my apology and be done with it. Let's just forget it ever happened."

"What's the point in fighting an attraction like ours? You acted on impulse and, let's face it, there's some pretty strong chemistry here." His fingers came up to toy with the lacy collar of her blouse. "Why not explore those feelings and see where it leads?"

Casey wasn't sure she liked this new arrangement, with Jake pursuing her. Call her a control freak, but she preferred it when she was the one making the moves. It felt safer...less threatening. And she really didn't like Jake's intrusion into her personal space.

She poked him in the chest with her index finger, and it felt so good she did it again. "Back off, Sparky. I've tried to apologize for chasing you down and...." letting you kiss me senseless. "It was a momentary lapse of judgment. I acted on a whim." She tried to shrug, but her shoulders felt stiff and unresponsive. "You shouldn't make more of it than it is."

Jake's fingers captured hers and brought them to his lips. At the same time, he backed her against a rack of expensive designer jeans. "You know what I think? I think I get to you in ways you don't begin to understand. And it scares the hell out of you." 

Tell us about your book cover and how it relates to your story.

I loved this picture the minute I saw it because it represents all the elements of my story. The blue jeans and t-shirt, hot hunky guy, and a hint of mystery with the shadowy background and barren tree silhouette. It seemed like a classic bad boy image with a possible hint of werewolf.

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

I’m working on Casey’s older brother’s story now. Reed’s an eligible bachelor, about to meet the one woman who’s going to rock his entire world. While Casey and Jake are werewolves, Reed is not, and he doesn’t much care for the fact that his little sister and his best friend, as it turns out, are creatures best left to storybook monsters and Hollywood legend. Imagine his shock when he eventually learns that the woman he can’t live without is a werewolf, too!

What sort of personality does your hero have?

Jake is highly intelligent and a very astute businessman, who has managed to turn his advertising agency into a multi-million dollar corporation. Yet money is just not that important to him. He’s a humble, easy-going guy, who is at the stage of his life when finding the perfect mate and settling down with a family of his own is top priority for him. And he’s not the type of man to be content with mediocrity; he won’t settle for less than that perfect mate.  

What sort of personality does your heroine have?

Casey has a tendency to fly by the seat of her pants. She’s always jumped first, looked later. But her “bad boy” addiction has caused her nothing but heartache, and she finally acknowledges that it’s time to throw off her wild girl ways and start behaving like a grown-up. Easier said than done. Especially for Casey, who has a genetic predilection for hot-blooded alpha males—and a natural propensity for getting into trouble.

Did you enjoy writing one scene above all the rest? If so, share.

I have a few favorite scenes, but one of them is the first time Casey and Jake make love. I think it’s fun, sexy and romantic all in one---at least I hope that’s how it comes across!

Tell us about your favorite writing environment. Is it indoors, outdoors, a special room, etc.

I have my own office at home, with a desk, computer, TV, sofa, and lots of toys for my two grandchildren when they come over.  That’s where I do most of my writing—though not when the kids are there. Then I’m on the floor playing with them! I have to write in silence, with no distractions---except when I run errands. Then I compose in my mind, most often dialogue, and scribble notes at red lights and in the market or mall parking lots. I love it when I get home from being productive and have a page or two of new material to type into the manuscript. Multi-tasking at it’s finest!

What sources do you use for research?

I’ve gotten to be quite good at online research. You can find almost anything you need online. Although, in one chapter of the book my characters take a ride to Malibu one evening on the Harley, and I actually drove from Manhattan Beach to Malibu (road trip!) and made a note of all the streets I wanted my characters to take, fun sights and landmarks all along the way, to make the chapter as authentic as possible. Though I’d made the trip before, I did it that time as if it were my very first, and tried to take in all the little details I thought would make it interesting.

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?

My website and Facebook page:

Excerpt


Casey Montgomery snapped to attention, her gaze darting toward the street, as the snarling roar of a motorcycle engine ripped through the tranquil morning. There were two things guaranteed to make Casey sit up and pant like a puppy. One was the deep musky scent of well-worn leather, and the other was that sound—the sound of speed and power that had her blood sizzling like hot oil and a wicked vision of vibrant, seductive man shimmering in her brain. It was a conditioned response she didn’t seem to have any control over.

Casey’s gaze latched onto the bike, and the broad, leather-jacketed back of the guy who guided it deftly through traffic as though he and the bike were one. She ached with the need to see him better, to learn something about him…where he’d come from and where he was headed. To climb up behind him and hang on tight, feel the warm wind caressing her face and whipping through her hair.

Heaving her purse into the back of her lime-green VW convertible, Casey slid behind the steering wheel, cranked up the engine, and squealed backwards out of her parking spot. It was fortunate that someone was waiting to pull in behind her, slowing the flow of traffic on the busy downtown Manhattan Beach street.

What madness spurred her to dash in and out of traffic for the next half-mile or so until she was directly behind the motorcycle, pursuing it down the coastal road out of town, she would never know. But pursue it she did, as if every last brain cell she possessed had turned to rot. For as long as Casey could remember, she’d had a weakness for bad boys. Her affliction went beyond mere feminine curiosity, or even a fascination with what some might call the masculine mystique. No, what Casey suffered from was a serious case of throw-your-good-sense-out-the-window-and-jump-right-in syndrome when it came to this particular brand of men.

The stranger sat the bike with the confidence and poise of a man certain of his place in the world. He had an aura around him, something indefinable, some kind of mysterious X factor that filled Casey with a wild, reckless yearning to be near him.

When the road widened, she hit the gas and swung out into the left lane, drawing abreast of him just as a red light up ahead forced them both to slow to a stop. All she wanted was a look at his face. She willed him to turn and look at her, and when he did her breath got all balled up in her chest. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, but what she could make out below the line of his helmet—lean cheeks and a strong, masculine jaw—Casey had to bite her lip against a raw, almost feral surge of attraction.

The light turned green, and he shot Casey a smile as he revved the powerful engine and took off. She was so rattled by the brief encounter, it was all she could do to keep the VW in her own lane as she stomped on the gas pedal and shot forward after him.

Dear Lord, what was happening to her? She’d suffered through enough disastrous relationships with alpha-male types that she’d long since sworn off anyone who could even remotely be classified as a bad boy, a maverick, a renegade. A man whose inbred machismo blinded him to any other needs but his own. Even at her lowest point, she’d never behaved quite this irrationally.

Releasing her death grip on the steering wheel, one shaky hand at a time, Casey dried her sweaty palms off on her skirt. As she did so, she spotted a place to pull off the road in a secluded little turn-out and regroup. With her heart still careening along like an out-of-control bobsled, she steered the tiny convertible over into the right hand lane and off the road.

After bringing the car to a too-sudden stop, Casey turned off the engine and flipped down the sun visor to squint into the small rectangular mirror. Sure enough, her cheeks flamed as bright as a blood-red sunset. What a mortifying turn of events. Dare she hope the man hadn’t observed her chasing him down like a wild beast?

Casey fanned her face with one hand, while taking a surreptitious glance around. She was parked in a shady nook across the road from a popular local beach. The lure of the ocean and the warm Southern California sun had drawn the usual crowd out to enjoy the early summer day. Ripples of laughter could be heard from across the way, mingled with the occasional bark of a dog and the ever-constant roar of the surf tumbling against the shore.

Casey’s pulse rate had almost returned to normal when her stomach leapt at the familiar purr of a fine-tuned Harley coming from over her left shoulder. The powerful machine came to a halt about fifteen feet away in a rolling cloud of loose dirt. Casey wet her lips as she watched the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on swing one denim-clad leg over the leather seat and dismount. Her mouth fell open as he ambled toward her, pulling off his helmet to reveal a healthy head of sable brown hair highlighted by an occasional streak of gold. The streaks in his hair and his deeply tanned skin testified to what she already knew—he was accustomed to spending a lot of time outdoors.
            
 “You all right?” he asked, casually dangling his dark blue helmet from long, lean fingers.
             
He stood not three feet from her car, hip cocked to the side, tall and solid and so strikingly handsome Casey thought he must be a mirage.

Easy enough to find out, she thought, opening her door and stepping out. She’d come too far. There would be no retreat from this humiliating predicament, so she might as well bluster her way through. She reached up with the intent of removing his sunglasses and quickly found her wrist caught in a firm, yet gentle grip. The sharp sound her breath made as it got stuck in her throat echoed loud in the silence.

 “I just wanted to see your eyes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a faint puff of air.

One dark eyebrow rose above the thin metal rim of his shades. “Yeah? I was wondering why you nearly ran yourself off the road back there.” He punctuated his teasing comment with a deliciously sexy grin.

Who cared about his eyes? That smile was enough to turn her insides to pureed squash. That and the aroma of leather that jumped out and blind-sided her as he moved in close. Leather and something even more feral. Whatever it was invaded her bloodstream and set every cell in her body on fire.

He let go of her wrist to cup the side of her face. Casey was ridiculously touched by his gentleness even as her desire to be as close as humanly possible to this man raged out of control.

His need suddenly seemed to rear up and collide with hers. Yanking her into his arms, he pressed close, close enough that she could see every minuscule line and tiny freckle on his face. Then his mouth crashed down over hers. 

About the Author



Vicki Crum writes both contemporary and paranormal romance. She lives with her husband of 40 years in a small, enchanted seaside community in Southern California. She has two grown daughters and two adorable grandchildren, Bella and Jackson, whom she loves to distraction. Vicki loves to talk to her readers.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2015

There's No Danger Greater Than Falling For Your Enemy... Anger Lover by Tricia Skinner.



Today I’m thrilled to welcome over Tricia Skinner, author of Angel Lover, a Paranormal Romance.

Release Date: 6/30/15

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

There's no danger greater than falling for your enemy...

Book Description


The Nephilim are bound. Their powers cursed. But half-angel Kasdeja will do anything to free them from Heaven's tyranny. When Kas is approached by a striking, mysterious woman, she tells him his greatest enemies hold the key to his freedom.

Mariel keeps herself shrouded in secrets, using them to hide her true self. For she is not just employed by the Renegades--enemy fallen angels—she is a double agent, working on the sly for Heaven. Her directive is to seduce the gorgeous Nephilim—despite her insecurity about such sensual acts.

For Mariel is playing a dangerous game, and falling for Kas could only cause trouble; her assignment isn't just seduction. It's destruction. 

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Let’s Interview!


 What inspired you to write this book?

Angel Lover gave me the opportunity to play with two characters who see themselves as not being as strong as their peers. That’s not usually the case with the hero in most paranormal romances. He’s often characterized as Alpha male and sure of himself. In my novel, Kasdeja is forced to kill someone because he didn’t have any other way out of the situation. That choice eats away at him, leaving his confidence in his abilities as a mind reader and his position on a bad-ass team of half-angel assassins in question.

My heroine, Mariel, is the other side of the coin. She’s coming from a place riddled with survivor’s guilt. She lived through a terrible event and her choices since then have twisted her personal beliefs. Her trust issues directly affect the romance.

What made you choose the main setting for your book?

I’m a Detroiter. If you’ve ever met another, you know we tend to be rather fond of that old city, despite all its troubles. It’s an underdog in so many ways, and I think that made it perfect for my Angel Assassins series. The Nephilim who make up Kas’s team, the Bound Ones, are perhaps the greatest underdogs I’ve ever come across.

If you could spend an hour in real life with one of your characters, who would it be and why?

Easy! Kas is a geek, like I am. We would spend hours playing computer games. But only an hour? That’s not a lot of time to raid Jedi bases in Star Wars: The Old Republic. Give us three.

Tell us a little bit about the conflict in your story.

I mentioned before that Kas and Mariel believe themselves unworthy in the eyes of others, which lends to the conflict their relationship faces. You also have a hero who can read minds and a heroine who can block angelic powers with a kind of “white noise.” Sprinkle in Kas being a half-angel assassin being watched by his superiors and Mariel is a spy ordered to stop him from his mission. Nothing is easy for them.

If you had to sell your book based on one run of dialogue (start quote to end quote), which would it be?

From Kas to Mariel: “Dangerous women excite me. Mysterious women give me ideas.”

Are you currently working on another story? If so, we’d love some details.

I’m also finished with a novella for one of the characters from my first novel, Angel Kin. That was a surprise project that came about because readers asked me to write more about Abel, the “bad guy” in that book. He is the twin brother of Kin’s hero, Cain, and I guess readers couldn’t get enough of him. It’s been a blast to write!

It’s time to promo. What is your favorite marketing tool?

Another easy one. Yay! I love my newsletter because while there are many social media choices for authors to spread the word about their books, none allow for a more direct contact. My subscribers don’t get flooded with “buy me, buy me” posts. I tell them what I’m working on, ask for their feedback on something like the next heroine for a hero, share deleted scenes, and simply get to know them through interacting in the newsletter.

How long have you been writing? How long have you been published?

I used to be a newspaper reporter so I wrote for years. When I think of my author career, that started after I took some classes in 2010 on novel writing. I signed my first book deal in 2012, landed an agent in 2013, and then another book deal. I’m still learning the ropes, but it’s been awesome. 

Excerpt


He traced his fingers under her tank top and made small circles against her back. A soft sound escaped her lips, then she relaxed.

“Mariel.” He barely recognized his lust-blown voice.

She answered by renewing their passionate kiss, full and open and bone melting. She kissed him thoroughly, drawing the oxygen from his lungs as she twisted her fingers into his long hair.

Kas lowered her on the comforter with care, never breaking their kiss. He eased back, and with his gaze on hers, he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it.

Mariel’s gaze made several passes over his body.

What did she feel for him? Admiration? Uncertainty? He’d never hurt her. No one would ever hurt her again, not if they expected to live.

Then Mariel’s gaze fell away. “You are...beautiful.” Her shoulders drooped, and she pulled back.

“You don’t believe you are.”

She didn’t reply, except for the stubborn jut of her chin. Kas smoothed his thumb over her cheek then gently raised her head. She wouldn’t look at him. He wouldn’t allow her to withdraw from him, from them.

He touched her shirt at the waist, and her hands clamped over his, her eyes wet. Her fearful expression tore him apart.

“Trust me as I trust you,” he said gently.

Kas waited until her grip loosened, and her hands fell to the side. He infused a smile with warmth and then eased the material up in torturous increments. Time she could use to stop him.

Her flat stomach and tight abs were revealed. He smothered his reaction, afraid Mariel would mistake a groan for disapproval. Smooth, golden skin fed his hunger an appetizer.

“You have control,” he told her. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.”

Mariel peeked through her lashes and nodded.

He lifted the shirt higher, stared at her breasts, and bit back another sound. God of All, they made him salivate, but he tapped more of his self-control.

Finally, the shirt was over her head and joined his on the floor. Mariel’s arms stayed locked at her sides like a soldier at attention.

Kas moved around her and climbed onto the bed next to her. “Lie on your side, facing me.”

“I do not know,” she said, whisper light.

Again his chest felt as if it had crushed inward. No woman should be made to believe she was ugly. None should feel shame about her body. He wanted to beat bloody any man who’d ever looked at her wrong.

Mariel expelled a long breath as if she’d resolved herself to do what he’d asked. She stretched out alongside him, chest to chest, her right arm pillowing her head.

He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek and lips. “Touch me.”

About the Author




Tricia Skinner is an author of passionate dark fantasy. She is a features writer for Fresh Fiction and a project manager for Short Fuse. She began her writing career as a business reporter and wrote for The Detroit News, Investor’s Business Daily, MSN, and The Houston Chronicle.

Raised in Detroit, Tricia graduated with a BA degree from the nationally acclaimed Journalism Institute for Media Diversity at Wayne State University. She earned a Masters of Liberal Studies – Creative Writing degree from Southern Methodist University and will obtain a Masters of Fine Arts in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University in 2017.

Diversity in genre fiction is dear to Tricia’s heart. She is represented by Laurie McLean, co-founder of Fuse Literary Agency.

When not writing, Tricia can be found reading, lifting weights, or geeking out over games, movies, and music. She has a Tom Hiddleston obsession, and she is Team Vader. Her family includes three Great Danes (so far).






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