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Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Book Tour Rogue’s Possession Covenant of Thorns Series Book Two with author Jeffe Kennedy



Rogue’s Possession
Covenant of Thorns Series
Book Two
Jeffe Kennedy
October 7, 2012

Book Description:
A human trapped in the world of Faerie, in possession of magic I could not control, I made a bargain for my life: to let the dangerously sensual fae noble known as Rogue sire my firstborn. And one does not break an oath with a fae. But no matter how greatly I desire him, I will not succumb. Not until I know what will happen to the child.
Though unable-or unwilling-to reveal the fate of human-fae offspring himself, Rogue accompanies me on my quest for answers. Along the way he agrees to teach me to harness my power, in exchange for a single kiss each day and sleeping by my side each night. Just as I am about to yield to temptation, I find myself in a deadly game of cat and mouse with an insane goddess. Now my search for the truth will lead me to the darkest of all Faerie secrets.



Rogue’s Pawn
Covenant of Thorns Series

Book One
Jeffe Kennedy
Publisher: Carina Press

ISBN: 978-14268-9406-0





Book Description:
This is no fairy tale…
Haunted by nightmares of a black dog, sick to death of my mind-numbing career and heart-numbing fiancé, I impulsively walked out of my life—and fell into Faerie. Terrified, fascinated, I discover I possess a power I can’t control: my wishes come true. After an all-too-real attack by the animal from my dreams, I wake to find myself the captive of the seductive and ruthless fae lord Rogue. In return for my rescue, he demands an extravagant price—my firstborn child, which he intends to sire himself…
With no hope of escaping this world, I must learn to harness my magic and build a new life despite the perils—including my own inexplicable and debilitating desire for Rogue. I swear I will never submit to his demands, no matter what erotic torment he subjects me to…


About the Author

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with a writing career that spans decades. Her fantasy BDSM romance, Petals and Thorns, originally published under the pen name Jennifer Paris, has won several reader awards. Sapphire, the first book in Facets of Passion has placed first in multiple romance contests and the follow-up, Platinum, is climbing the charts. Her most recent works include three fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns, the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and the post-apocalyptic vampire erotica of the Blood Currency. 
Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and a Doctor of Oriental Medicine. Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com or every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog.

She is represented by Pam van Hylckama Vlieg of Foreword Literary.







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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Cover Reveal for Music Box by Anya Allyn

Music Box (Dollhouse #4)
Release Date: Fall 2013

Summary from Goodreads:
Final book of the series.



Cassie endures her darkest days under the rule of Balthazar. She finds a passage into the high tower, and comes face to face with the shadowy being whose presence has haunted her since her first days at the castle of La Falaise – and she makes an immense and horrifying discovery.



At the museum, the last survivors of a bleak existence are barely holding on. And the strange Order of Sister Celia make a chilling decision.



Someone very close to Ethan once told him, “When we can fight, we will fight, and when we can no longer fight, we will endure.”

With time running out, it is time to fight.


About the Author
Anya Allyn was born unexpectedly and without proper instructions.
A dreamy girl betwixt the clouds and space, she was given the thing she desired most for her tenth birthday–a microscope–and subsequently developed a penchant for small things: frogs and ants and microbes, and the earth (when viewed from other planets).
She considers a mind and body that do not roam free are the living dead.
Anya lives in a cottage by the sea–and slips in and out of forests and through a day, where the wild things are ….

She has four adventure-seeking boys and a bookcase filled with adventures. One day soon, she plans to head off on adventures of her own…
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Cover Reveal & Giveaway for Her Savage Scot (Highland Warrior Chronicles #1) by Christina Phillips





Book Blurb & Info


A Romantica® historical erotic romance from

 Ellora’s Cave


ISBN: 9781419940446


Release date: 20th November 2013

When tough Scot warrior Connor MacKenzie

 rides into the barbaric lands of the Picts on a 

mission for his king, he never expects to be

 captivated by a beautiful Pictish widow. Drawn

 under her spell, yet unaware of her true identity,

 he risks everything for one passionate night in 

her arms.


Aila, princess of Pictland, swore long ago she

would do anything within her power to help 

defeat the Vikings who invaded her land and

 murdered her husband. But after meeting 

Connor, her frozen heart thaws and once again

 she imagines a future filled with love and

 passion.


When Connor delivers the message from his king,

Aila becomes a pawn in a deadly game of politics
.
 Her heart belongs to Connor, but she must marry

the prince of Dal Riada – Connor’s half-brother.

 But the fates have other plans for the star-

crossed lovers as they fight their enemies and

 themselves to find true love.




Buy Links

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Book Excerpt

Read Chapter One of Her Savage Scot HERE


She lifted her head and Connor’s lips brushed hers. A fleeting, tantalizing touch. A touch that seared her core with a wild, reckless longing.


“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first moment I saw you.”

His ragged whisper scorched her parted lips. She hadn’t been mistaken. “I thought you far from interested that first day. You surely didn’t give any indication of your thoughts.”

He moved closer. The breadth of his shoulders blocked out the rest of the world, his white linen shirt sculpted his impressive chest. And the weave of his plaid branded her through the softness of her gown.

“How could I? You were an aloof Pictish lady and I a mere savage Scot.”

She leaned into him, soaking up the hard ridges of his chest, the fresh scent of his hair, the faint sweetness of mead on his breath. “So what has changed?”

“Nothing.” His fingers tightened around hers and his eyes enslaved her. “Yet everything.”

His words curled through her heart, shimmered in her blood. Nothing. Yet everything. The chance of them having a future together was remote. And yet she had been given this time with him. Moments to savor, to cherish. To remember for the rest of her life.






Author Info

Christina loves writing dark tales set in the 9th century featuring tough Highland warriors who are brought to their knees by their brave Pictish princesses.


She is published by Ellora’s Cave and Berkley

 Heat and has dipped her toe in the indie pub waters. She is a member of the Romance 

Writers of Australia, Romance Writers of

 America, the DarkSide Down Under Group

 Blog and Historical Hearts Group Blog.


Christina is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in

 sunny Western Australia with her family. She

 is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are

convinced the universe revolves around their

 needs. They are not wrong.







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Blog Tour and Giveaway for Fire and Ice by Lacey Weatherford




Fire & Ice

Series- Book Of Shadows Book # 1 

By- Lacey Weatherford
Publication Date- September 8, 2013 


Blurb:

Time passes . . . sometimes too quickly, other times not fast enough, but that’s not what’s important. The essential thing is what we learn about ourselves during that passage of time and how we apply it. Will we continue to follow the destructive paths we find ourselves on? Will we give in to circumstances that seem completely unchangeable? Or will we desperately fight to hold onto those we love and to what’s good inside us—no matter how terrible the cost?
I only know I would do whatever was required of me to keep Portia, but in a world of witches, warlocks, and demons, anything can happen.

My name is Vance Mangum, and this is my story.

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Excerpt:



“Working on the bike today, I see.” Marsha

 smiled at me, drying her hands on a dishtowel

 as she leaned against the doorframe leading

 from the kitchen into the garage.


“Yeah,” I replied as I attempted to crank a bolt on the engine tighter. “It would be nice if this stupid piece would cooperate with me, though.” My hand slipped off the wrench and my finger slid against a piece of sharp metal. I felt the tear in my skin before I saw the blood. “Damn it!” I grumbled, grabbing the oily rag next to me and holding it against the wound.
Marsha started laughing and I glanced at her with a questioning stare. “Why don’t you use your magic? It would be much easier on you from the looks of it.”
“For the same reason you’re washing the dishes by hand,” I replied, nodding toward her dishtowel. “I don’t want to die of boredom. Besides, I like staying busy working. You know that.”
She nodded. “I do. I simply find it funny you don’t use magic to help yourself when things are tough.”
Shrugging, I stared back at the bike. “It’s a vendetta now. Using magic is like saying I let the bike beat me. It’s not going to win.”
Marsha continued chuckling, shaking her head. “You and your competitive nature. You’d rather be hurt than give in. It’s a shame you can’t do sports. It’d probably help you release some of this pent up aggression you’re always carrying around.”
“Blowing up something usually helps take care of things like that.”
“And what exactly have you been blowing up?” She suddenly seemed concerned.
I sighed. “Don’t worry. Only some old dead trees out in the middle of nowhere. And before you start the lecture about forest fires; yes, I make sure nothing catches on fire.”
She eyed me for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to trust me. “Fine. Just be careful. Are you planning on working on this motorcycle all day?”
“For the most part. I told Bruce I’d try to have it done for him by the end of the month.”
“He was so excited when he found out how good you are with bikes. I think he’s wanted it to be rebuilt for quite a while. Every time I’ve seen him, he asks me about it. That’s all he ever talks to me about.”
I grinned. “I know. I can’t believe he had this clunker sitting in his garage for so many years. I have a cool idea for it, but I’ll need to get some help.”
“Really? What?”
“See this area around the wheels?” I pointed to where the spokes came together. “I was thinking it would be cool to have some custom made metal flames here that would match the flames on the gas tank. It would tie the design together nicely, don’t you think?”
She smiled. “You have such a great eye for detail, and yes, I agree. I think Bruce would love it. Where would you find something like that?”
“I want to go to Laramie Jackson’s knife shop and see if he can help me design something unique for it.” I stood and went to my workbench to deposit my tools, before washing my hands at the basin sink.
“That’s a fabulous idea! I know you love the athame he custom made for you.”
“Shh . . .” I teased. “He doesn’t know it’s an athame—it’s only an awesome knife as far as he’s concerned. You’re gonna get me in trouble.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’m sure he’s happy to help you. You’ve had him outfit half the coven with knives now.”
“The best for the best.” I winked at her. “Do you need me to get anything for you while I’m out?”
“Not that I can think of right now. I’ll text you if anything comes to mind. Are you going to see Portia too?”
She caught me totally off guard and I snapped my head over to look at her, squinting and wondering if she was hinting at something else.
“Why would I go see her?” I hadn’t told anyone—not even her—about my interest in Portia. I didn’t want anyone to think it was wrong or tell me I couldn’t be with her. Until I discovered more information about what was happening between us, I intended to keep it to myself.
Apparently, I sounded slightly too aggressive in my response. “Easy there, killer.” She held up a hand in surrender. “I noticed you seemed to have a connection with her is all. I know you don’t like to allow yourself to make friends, but she’s different. She’s a witch, and she’s part of your coven. That means you won’t have to keep any secrets from her. There hasn’t been anyone like that in your life before—at least not your age anyway. I worry about you being alone all the time.”
I sighed, walking to my bike. “No, I didn’t have any plans to go see her today,” I replied as I straddled the bike, secretly wishing Portia needed me for some reason.
“Well, can I intrude and ask if you like her?”
Glancing over, I saw a soft look in her eyes. Was she trying to play matchmaker all of a sudden? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Of course I like her. I like everyone,” I replied vaguely, slipping my key into the ignition.
“You know what I mean. Would you ever be interested in dating her?”
I chuckled. “You really think Sean would go for that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re a good kid. He knows that.”
“We may be close in school, but you can’t forget, I’m eighteen and she’s sixteen. I think Sean would sooner slap a restraining order on me than let me date his only child.”
“I don’t see why your age matters one bit; unless you’re planning on doing something that would make you being a legal adult and her a minor a problem. Is there something I should know?” She stared pointedly at me.
I laughed loudly. “Pipe down, Mom. I’ve been nothing but the perfect gentleman.”
Her gaze wandered over me. “I mean, I understand you’re a man now, and men have urg—”
“Stop right there, Marsha. This conversation is finished.” I started the bike, gassing the throttle and the garage echoed with the sound.
She cupped her hands and shouted above the noise. “I only wanted to know if you want to date her!”
“What?” I hollered back with a grin, revving the engine again, pretending I couldn’t hear her.
“Do you want to date her?” She waved her hands at the exhaust fumes filling the air.
Pointing to my ear, I shook my head. “I’ll talk to you when I get home.” I slipped my helmet on and took off out the open garage door. Tossing a quick glance in her direction as I turned onto the street, I started laughing when she threw her hands up in a frustrated gesture and went inside.




About the author:


Lacey Weatherford was born in Ft. Meade Maryland while her father was serving in the military. She has been a life long resident of Arizona, spending most of her time growing up in the small rural town of Clay Springs.

It was while she was attending the small country school in Clay Springs, that she read her first "big" book at the age of eight. It was a Nancy Drew novel and Lacey was instantly hooked. She read every book that she could find in the series and decided that she wanted to write stories too.

Lacey spent a lot of time at the library from that time forward, even volunteering in her later teen years and early twenties. She would don a crazy clown outfit for the Friends of the Library fundraisers in an effort to help get the new town library built.

When she and her husband moved away from the area, Lacey took the opportunity to take some creative writing classes at the local college to help further along her interests. Several years later, they were blessed with the opportunity to move back to Clay Springs with their family. The town had finally succeeded in building their library and Lacey had the opportunity to be President of the Friends of the Library for a very short time, before relocating.

Lacey and her family still live in the White Mountains of Arizona, where she continues to write young adult novels that have a fantasy/fairytale or paranormal bent to them, as well as being sure to include a great romantic storyline!

Check her out:

Amazon Author Page- http://www.amazon.com/Lacey-Weatherford/e/B0033DCQBC










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