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Sunday, July 16, 2017
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Saturday, June 17, 2017
Read an extract from Gate Deadlock: free on Amazon.
My father had told me stories about this mountain where you’re surrounded by the fairies of the source of the immortal water.The dreadful queenStyx lived on this sacred mountain, Zeus’ ally in his war with the Titans. She had the power to punish the Olympian gods if they broke their oaths. Her palace was in front of the Gate of Ades, the gate to the Underworld, to death. It’s no wonder why the locals had respected that place and considered the opening of roads and the intrusion of technology on the sacred slopes that had been protected by the millennium-lasting awe, a hubris, an abuse.
I wished my father’s stories had been true. I wished I could invoke the ancient spirits to protect Christopher and me. But reality was so uninspiring, so dramatic and terrible at the same time.
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Thursday, November 26, 2015
Gate Deadlock trailer.
The Gate Deadlock series, book1
Available from Amazon Smashwords
When Emma meets Christopher, it isn't long before the handsome, hunky young man manages to sweep her completely off her feet. But when she learns disturbing truths about her father's tragic death that involve Christopher she is forced to reconsider the depths of her feelings once his true identity is finally revealed.
Have you ever thought that the present reality can be predetermined and constantly monitored by the dark forces of the future world with the only aim to protect their own reality? Could the present and the future be evolving simultaneously? What if you suddenly discovered that everything you have considered to be your own choices were nothing but inevitable responses to the sly directions of the future? Even worse, what if it was your heart that betrayed you by selecting the future?
When Emma meets Christopher, it isn’t long before the handsome, hunky young man manages to sweep her completely off her feet. Seeing him as her “guardian angel,” Emma can’t help falling head over heels for the magnificent specimen she sees as the perfect man; however, as time goes on, Emma eventually learns disturbing truths about her father’s tragic death – truths that, surprisingly to her, actually involve Christopher – forcing her to reconsider the depths of her feelings once his true identity is finally revealed...
Gate Deadlock, a time-travel romance, will share with you the secrets of the future and of forbidden love.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Book Tour Giveaway: Curse Me Not, by Elizabeth Fisher
A paranormal romance to warm you up today.
Title: Curse Me Not
Author: Elizabeth Fisher
Published: December 1st, 2014
Publisher: Champagne Book Group
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Adult Sexual Content
Recommended Age: 17+
Synopsis: Southern unsophisticate Elzetta Swan has gained the ability to see auras and the more lucrative ability to clean revenge curses from those auras. Embracing the gift faster than grass through a goose, Elzetta is about to finish her first year as a legally licensed bodywasher with a trendy new lifestyle and a countrified inner child that’s skipping all the way to the bank. But when a routine cleansing suddenly turns ugly, she begins to wonder if a powerful invoker has come to town—one who’s hooked on the rush of setting particularly nasty curses.
As Elzetta attempts to track down the culprit, she faces two fateful confrontations. Each will threaten her trendy new life and the hallelujah hankering she’s formed for the unlikeliest of urban white knights, but together those confrontations could do much worse. They could create in Elzetta a vengeful rage all her own.
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Excerpt:
Frustration became a bad taste in my mouth, as did disappointment. I’d sent Cal and his police buddies on a stupid, stupid goose chase and for what?
I thought of Book’s hostile and near-anorexic face and poor Miss Patrice looking lost in her nightgown and robe. I had cleansed a major curse when it should have been a minor one. I had seen a glimpse of something deadly in Book’s aura. While I’d never dealt with a saturated invoker before, I knew from my training Book could seriously hurt someone with his curses. He’d definitely hurt himself.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. I couldn’t allow the police to dismiss this, but how could I convince them to continue the search?
“Elzetta, is there something you can do as a bodywasher?” Cal asked. “That is, since you work with auras, maybe you can pick up something from this room you can use to track him.”
With sad resignation I opened my eyes to look up at the two men.
“Gentlemen, I’m not a psychic. I’m not clairvoyant or precognitive, and I’m definitely not an auravestigist which is exactly what you’re asking for. I don’t even think people can do ESP stuff, although I guess that must sound strange coming from me.”
I found myself having to turn away from their scrutiny before I could continue.
“But I do see auras if the person is in front of me. I know what an aura looks like when it’s healthy and I know what it looks like when a curse has been set on it. I know what an aura looks like at birth and at puberty. I even know what an aura looks like when a person is dying,” I said remembering that last day with Mom a little over a year ago.
With as much resolution as I could muster, I looked from Cal to Detective Griffin and back to Cal again. My eyes were starting to tear up and I forced myself not to blink.
“And I know, from what little I saw of his aura, Claude Book—heaven help him—is a very, very dangerous young man. Oh, I do so wish I could be of more help. I know this must seem like such a wasted effort.”
I stared at Cal willing him to understand. His poker face was back and the detective beside him no longer acted amused. I couldn’t tell if they truly grasped my fears or if they just thought I was wacko. If Griffin’s gentle, almost pitying smile was any indication, I’d put my money on wacko.
Finally, Cal turned toward the detective. “Dwayne, you want to pack up what we’re taking? I’ll walk Miz Swan to her car.”
About the Author:
Elizabeth Fisher lives in east Tennessee and has deep Appalachian roots that involve all the usual elements—moonshine stills, horse thieving ancestors and rumors of illicit banjo pickin’. Fortunately, due to her father’s less felonious North Carolina heritage, Fisher makes an honest living as an author, freelance writer, editor and graphic designer. In her spare time, she reads, hikes and attempts to oil paint. She believes she’s making great strides in creatively incorporating the errant hairs of her cats—Buck and Bozo—into her still lifes. Her loving husband, Tim, is not so sure.
Giveaway Details:
There is a tour wide giveaway and there will be 3 winners. Prizes include the following:
- $20 Amazon Gift Card (INT)
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Friday, January 30, 2015
Book Tour Giveaway: Voodoo Moon: NA Mature Paranormal Romance by June Stevens
Are you ready to be distracted by another amazing paranormal romance? I think you'll be hooked up even from the cover!
Want to learn more about Fiona's story? Keep reading!
Want to learn more about Fiona's story? Keep reading!
Title: Voodoo Moon: A Moon Sisters Novel
Series: The Paranorm World Series Book 1
Author: June Stevens
Published: February 10th, 2015
Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing
Page Count: 290
Genre: NA Mature Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Contains adult and sexual content
Recommended Age: 17+
Synopsis: A sinister magic is sweeping across Nash City…
To Fiona Moon, it’s just another day at work. And some days, well, they’re a helluva lot worse than others. As a member of the elite Black Blade Guard, Fiona is tasked with hunting down the most-dangerous Paranorm criminals. To find out who is kidnapping mages and sucking the life energy from their bodies, she has to work with the one man that embodies everything she despises.
Master Necromancer Ian Barroes, a rich professor of Necromantic Studies, wants only one thing in this world… Fiona.
They each hold secrets that could destroy them, but ones that could also be the key to destroying the evil Voodoo priest, Bokor. They must learn to trust each other and track down Bokor before more innocent lives are lost. When Fiona becomes a target of the evil madman, she is lured into his trap. Now, she and Ian have to fight for survival… and their very souls.
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Excerpt:
Excerpt:
It only took Millie a few minutes to tally up the day’s business and put the money in the safe for Mr. Fegley to find the next morning. Quickly wiping down the counters, she made sure everything was tidy. She went into the back room, removed her apron, and took a quick look in the mirror that hung next to the back door. Wisps and strands of tawny hair had escaped the ribbon she tied it back in this morning, forming a messy halo around her pale, freckled face. In the threadbare, brown tunic and pants that were her normal work uniform, she looked drab and washed out. If she weren’t so clean, she could almost be mistaken for a beggar. She swiped at her hair, but it did no good. No matter. She didn’t have time to pretty up, and she wouldn’t be graded on her looks today, just her powers.
She jumped as the clock on the wall chimed the hour. There was less than half an hour left to get across town in order to make the evening test. If she were even a minute late, they would turn her away and she would have to wait six more months for another test date. Luckily, she’d saved up a whole buck so she could take the trolley.
Being sure to lock the door behind her, she ran out into the early evening twilight. She had just a few minutes to make it two blocks over to the magi-trolley line. Glancing down the street, she saw it was crowded with daytime shoppers hurrying home to dinner and the beginnings of nighttime shoppers coming out. Dusk and dawn were always the busiest time in this part of Old Nash City. The vampires who stayed out of the daylight to avoid severe sunburns and allergic reactions were venturing out and mingling with the norms and paranorms who had no such allergies to the sun. The shops and streets were usually crowded for the first hour or so past dusk.
Even as small and fast as Millie was, it would take her forever to slip through the crowd. She eyed the narrow alley to the right. The light from the blue-tinged crystal streetlights didn’t make it into the alley. It was dark and dirty. She hated walking through it even in the daylight, but she didn’t have much choice. Some things were just more important than her fear of the dark.
****
He leaned against the stone wall, deep in the shadows cast by the setting sun and the solar-crystal lights that illuminated the bustling street. This body was awkward and cumbersome. He’d used it too many nights now, and it was starting to get stiff. No matter. He would pick another from his store tomorrow. But for now, he needed to find new food—another worthy enough to fuel his body and perhaps become a vehicle for his spirit.
He scanned the crowd, using his second sight, his divine sight, to view the magical auras that pulsed around the unsuspecting people. They had no idea he was there, hunting, waiting for the perfect specimen. Of course, none of them had anything to worry about. Their auras were all dull and muddy. All no-to-medium powers. Not one bright aura in the bunch. None were worthy. He was just about ready to give up his search and move on to another street when a bright light caught his eye at the other end of the alley. He turned his full attention to the young girl moving quickly down the alley, as if she were afraid. Her magic burned brightly around her. Most people, common people, wouldn’t know what was inside the girl. But he did. Brilliant shades of purple and blue pulsed and shimmered around her. The colors of her aura were so dark and bright they were almost tangible. His fingers itched to reach out and touch it. She was brimming with untapped power. Oh yes, her power would be filling and delicious. She was worthy. He would have her.
About the Author:
June Stevens is the pen name of DJ Westerfield.
DJ uses the pseudonym June Stevens to write ROMANTIC fiction in a variety of genres including contemporary, suspense, fantasy, paranormal, urban fantasy.
DJ is a wife, step-mom, sister, auntie, daughter, daughter-in-law, sister-in-law, friend, and Mommy to four adorable and mischievous four-legged babies. She writes non-fiction, blogs, and co-hosts an internet radio show as DJ Westerfield.
Crimson Tree Publishing Links:
(An adult division of Clean Teen)
Giveaway Details:
There is a tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
- A bookmark swag pack, winner’s choice of any Clean Teen Publishing eBook, and a $15 Amazon gift card.
Giveaway is International.
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Thursday, October 16, 2014
Book tour giveway: Kindling Flames: Gathering Tinder byJulie Wetzel
How about a hot, paranormal story today?
Have a look at Kindling Flames
Title: Kindling Flames: Gathering Tinder
Series: The Ancient Fire Series Book One, Part 1
Author: Julie Wetzel
Published: September 19th, 2014
Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing
Page Count: 260
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Minor Violence
Recommended Age: 13+
Synopsis: Fresh from college and with no real work experience, Victoria Westernly considers herself lucky to land the coveted position of personal assistant to Darien Ritter, the CEO and owner of a multibillion-dollar company. His busy schedule and eccentric ways are enough to keep her on her toes. But, all is not what it seems when she discovers the handsome man employing her just happens to be the most powerful vampire in the area.
Title: Kindling Flames: Flying Sparks
Series: The Ancient Fire Series Book One, Part 2
Author: Julie Wetzel
Published: October 3rd, 2014
Publisher: Crimson Tree Publishing
Page Count: 260
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Content Warning: Minor Violence
Recommended Age: 13+
Synopsis: When Vicky becomes the target of a serial arsonist plaguing the city, Darien calls on the supernatural community to help. Pulling the creatures of the night together to cooperate on any project is troublesome at the best of times. The fact that the one responsible for the city’s woes is a being of fire and magic leads the reluctant groups to a truce that makes Vicky start to think that her job might be a bit more than one normal human can handle.
About the Author:
Originally from Ohio, Julie always dreamed of a job in science. Either shooting for the stars or delving into the mysteries of volcanoes. But, life never leads where you expect. In 2007, she moved to Mississippi to be with her significant other.
Now a mother of a hyperactive red headed boy, what time she’s not chasing down dirty socks and unsticking toys from the ceiling is spent crafting worlds readers can get lost it. Julie is a self-proclaimed bibliophile and lover of big words. She likes hiking, frogs, interesting earrings, and a plethora of other fun things.
Julie Wetzel is the author of Kindling Flames, Book 1 in The Ancient Fire Series. Kindling Flames is scheduled to release through Crimson Tree Publishing in the Fall of 2014.
Kindling Flames: Gathering Tinder Excerpt
Leaning against the side of the
car, Vicky waited for Darien
“The café au lait is probably cold, but the beignets should be okay.” Darien
She gave him a confused look as she
relieved him of the gift. Expecting him to get into the driver seat, he
surprised her again by heading around and hopping into the passenger’s side.
Vicky took a sip of the chicory coffee laced with milk as she stowed the bag of
beignets in the back with her satchel. The coffee had cooled off, but it was
still tasty.
She slid into the driver’s seat and
looked over at the man who had relaxed back into his seat as if he were going
to take a nap. “Are we going straight over to your meeting, or do you need to
stop someplace first?” Vicky was unsure if this was the same suit her boss had
worn yesterday or not.
Vicky gave him a hearty “Yes, Mr.
Ritter,” and started the car.
She looked over in concern.
Figuring he must have a hangover, Vicky quickly located the button that worked
the roof.
He let out a relieved sigh as the
top closed overhead, blocking out the sun. He hadn’t realized it had gotten
that late in the morning. Once more protected from the strong rays of the
noonday sun, Darien
“Where’d you get the café au lait
and beignets?” Vicky asked, sipping at her coffee.
“Café Du Monde.” Darien
Her brow furrowed, and she turned
the cup to read the green logo on it. “You mean the one in New Orleans
“That’s the one.”
“What were you doing in New
Orleans
A mischievous grin curled the
corners of her boss’s mouth, and the tip of his tongue darted out to wet his
lips. “I had a late night meeting with a Cajun.”
Vicky’s eyes widened at his answer,
and she turned her mind to not wrecking the car. What her boss did on his own time
was his own business, and she was not about to ask any more questions. She
decided she should just do her job and shut the hell up.
Crimson Tree Publishing Links:
(an adult division of Clean Teen)
Giveaway Details:
There is an International tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:
- Reader's choice of Clean Teen Publishing eBook, bookmark swag pack, and a $15 Amazon Gift Card.
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Monday, April 28, 2014
Free read: one of my favorite Beguiled scenes.
I really want to share this scene with you my distracted readers!
It's one of my favorite Beguiled scenes. Read along and let me know your thoughts! Oh, I've added a couple of images so that you can have a glimpse...
The
knock on the door made my heart pump fast. I got up and looked at my face in
the mirror. Awful image. Red eyes and dark circles underneath. I quickly fixed
my hair in a sloppy bun but there was no time to change the bathrobe I was
still in.
“Emma? Can I come in?” That voice. The
voice I adored.
“Come in,” I said, biting my lip.
Christopher looked tired too. It was obvious that he hadn’t slept either. He
was holding his cell phone.
“They’ve just called. In about two minutes
they’ll call back. You’ll be able to talk to your boyfriend.”
“Stop calling him my boyfriend.”
“Right. I meant your…friend,” he mocked.
“Did you get anything out of them? Did
they say where they’re keeping him?”
“No. I’m sorry. It’s obvious that they
still don’t trust me.”
“Why don’t they? You’re one of them now,
aren’t you?” I was deliberately trying to hurt him, but he didn’t seem to take
the hint.
“You’re absolutely right. I am one of
them. Maybe I’ve always been one of them.” And just like that, he’d turned the
bow toward me. The arrow hit its target, aiming straight at my heart.
“Hmmm.” He looked around. “It looks exactly
the same. I’m surprised you haven’t changed anything,” he remarked.
What
was I supposed to say? That I’d been waiting for him to come back and that I
didn’t want anything changed because it all reminded me of him? I preferred to
let him think exactly the opposite.
“I’ve only been here a couple of times. I
never thought about changing anything. I’ll probably sell the place.” I’d never
thought about selling our house, of course, but now it occurred to me that I
should put an ad about it as soon as this doomed-to-fail mission would be over.
“That will be a very wise thing to do.” His
face remained annoyingly unreadable.
“Won’t you come inside?” I challenged him.
“Sure. Why not?”
Christopher
walked into the room with stealthy, cat-like movements. He lay on the huge bed,
his palms supporting the back of his head; a sight for sore eyes to every
woman. In another world, I would have thrown myself at him and covered him with
kisses.
With
a leisurely air, he fixed the pillows behind his head and gazed at me.
In
an act of senseless bravery, I sat on the other edge of the bed. “How… How does
it feel?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“How does it feel to be here? To be back.”
Back with me, I wanted to say.
He
smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “What do you want to hear? That
I’ve missed this place, this house, this…bed?”
“Have you?”
“You know the answer to that, don’t you?
Trained assassins do not become attached to places or people. We cannot afford
to be.” He closed his eyes. “But I have to admit, I’ve always liked this bed.
Especially after having spent the last three hours lying on the sofa.”
So
that was his only emotion about being here. The comfortable bed. So uninspired,
so unromantic.
Then
he looked at me through his half-open eyes. “But you know this, don’t you? I’m
sure you and your boyfriend make the most of this bed when you meet here.”
“What are you trying to prove?”
“To prove? It’s just pure biology. Don’t
tell me I still shock you! As far as I remember, you’ve overcome that stage.”
I
felt my cheeks burn. I had an intense urge to slap him.
“There’s no need to be so cynical,” I said
instead. Suddenly, thinking of Alex made
me want to laugh. What would he say if he heard Christopher talk this way,
considering my silly fixation on keeping myself pure “until the prince came
back” as he used to tease me?
His
mobile vibrated next to him and he took his time to answer it, ignoring the
twitch I couldn’t hide.
“Yes?” he said. Then he passed me the
phone without saying anything, his eyes more blank than ever.
“Alex?” My voice trembled.
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Urania
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Free read: a steamy scene from Beguiled, paranormal,time-travel romance!
This is my thank you gift to all the readers of Urania's Distractions! Enjoy!
I made a full tray of crepes with Mateo’s
“special” filling and carried it to my partners’ house. The smell was quite
inviting and my appetite had now grown even more. I used my elbow to open the
door. But when I got inside, Mateo was nowhere in the living room.
“Your
order is delivered, sir!” I shouted, heading towards the kitchen.
“Mateo?”
I raised my voice. No response. “He’s gone?” I whispered to myself, putting the
tray on the table, disappointed.
“But
I’m here,” a mocking voice said
behind me, waking up the butterflies in my empty stomach; a long-lost,
cherished feeling.
I turned with a start. Christopher was standing
behind me, wearing only his jeans as he leaned his bare shoulder on the cold
wall. How had I missed his car outside?
“Oh!”
I flinched. “I thought Mateo …”
He walked toward me, stopping about a foot away,
his bare chest too close. His smell dazzled me the same way as it used to last
summer, a lifetime ago. When we weren’t worlds apart.
I tried to hold my breath.
“Did
I disappoint you?” His eyes were burning mine, making them lock on his.
“Don’t be silly.” I tried to sound convincing.
“Then what? Did I frighten you?” He moved his body toward me, towering
above me, making me feel too small.
I stepped back and felt the kitchen table
behind me. “I think I should go.”
“I
think you should. Coward,” he mocked. But he stood there, still menacing and so
unearthly attractive.
We both knew the only escape was right behind
him, but there was no sign that he intended to let me go. There was something
in his look that scared me. Something dark and intimidating. Something baleful.
Please don’t touch me! I thought. I knew if he touched me I would be easy
prey in his hands. Yet, at the same time, I desperately hoped he would reach
out.
And he did. His warm finger caressed my face,
moving along the line of my jaw then tracing the outline of my lips.
“You
have confused me, Emma. I thought you were a composed, bashful girl. And I find
you ready to throw yourself at men, just like this. Are you aiming at Mateo
now? I’d never guess he’s your type. And don’t say I’ve corrupted you.” His
velvet, alluring voice was drifting me toward a dangerous path. A path I knew
well.
“That’s…sick.
I…I don’t like you when you talk like this.” That was the best I could come up
with to say.
“Are
you afraid of me now?” His lips brushed my cheek.
“Should I be afraid of you?”
“Definitely.
You know what I’m capable of. You’ve seen it, isn’t that right?” He whispered,
his lips brushing mine.
Yes, I’d seen. But I had chosen to hide this
side of him in a dark corner of my mind, a safe distance from my heart.
“But
I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to. That was the reason you
brought me here after all, wasn’t it?”
I was floating. His voice was mesmerizing, his
smell the most potent drug, his body the ultimate challenge. His hands found
mine and he pushed them behind my waist, locking them with his left hand,
holding them still. His right hand was free to touch me anywhere he wished.
“I
know your tricks, remember?” I whispered in a faint voice.
“You
have no idea.” His breath felt hot behind my ear. “It will be like nothing
we’ve done before. You must have realized how different I am this time.”
I shivered when his body pressed against mine.
Then I heard him chuckle.
“What’s
wrong, Emma? Doesn’t your boyfriend satisfy you? Do you want to make love to a
dangerous killer like me? That’s risky you know. You may discover you can’t go
back to your boyfriend after that.”
“Christopher!
Stop! Why are you doing this?” My unconvincing tone made me sound pitiful.
“I’m
not going to stop. You don’t want me to stop. That’s why you’re here.”
He unbuttoned my shirt. His scorching hand carved
hot paths on my shivering body. I didn’t have time to react when his kiss
blocked my voice, sending me away. Further than the time travel I had taken a
few days ago. I was floating again. I knew my feet were no longer touching the
ground. Christopher had carried me to his bed and when he moved to unzip my
jeans, I realized it was too late. His hot breath on my breasts felt familiar.
Everything about his touch was familiar. Only those cold blue eyes and the
baleful grin belonged to a stranger. But I didn’t have to look into them. I
could keep my eyes shut and pretend he was my Christopher again.
It took me a few seconds to realize he had
stopped. I was still in another dimension when I saw his broad grin just a few
inches away from my face.
“When
you’ve finished, come back to the kitchen. I can’t eat all those crepes by
myself.” Mateo’s calm voice said from the door behind Christopher, sounding
like nothing had happened.
“Saved by the bell.” Christopher whispered, buttoning my shirt again. I
covered my face with my hands. He got up and put on his jumper before walking
to the door. He stopped and turned, his cold eyes staring at me.
“You
have to stay away from me. Next time, nobody will come to your rescue.”
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