Friday, November 28, 2014

Black Friday Book Bonanza

Do You have your wish list ready for Black Friday?

The are hear again and this time I am sign up with other great bloggers and authors to be a part of the Black Friday Book Bonanza hosted by Caffeinated Book Reviewer. 

This hop is all about celebration of book bloggers and authors who enjoy reading romance as I enjoy writing them. I am please to announce a great short story called a Wife's Denial. Would you stand by your husband no matter what his flaws are? In this great short read you will get a chance to read Angela Churchill side of the story.
Not only will you get this great erotic free read but you also will a list of great candles and bath items as well. Check out the summary below.

Angela Churchill's husband is an alcoholic, but she refuses to realize it. She idealizes and loves him. Even when Angela decides to have a dinner party, Marcus got drunk and violent. Everyone tells Angela she needs to leave him before his drunken spells turn deadly. Read as Angela tells her side of the story as she explain why her husband's drinking wasn't no big deal.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

My Sexy Saturday #BadBoys

This week on My Sexy Saturday This week’s theme is I’m too sexy. We’re not talking about those arrogant boys who really aren’t sexy. We’re talking about those who are and those who are a little over the top about it. Sure, sometimes there is that arrogant hero, or heroine, who will tell you they are too sexy for whatever task put before them. Then comes the fall. And we love to read about the fall.

So this week I will show you my male character that is too sexy in a good, bad or indifferent way. We love bad boys, we love good boys…heck, let’s just face it…we love men. And we love the girls or boys that love them.

I have chosen a snippet from my new book a Christmas Day Surprise. In this scene Annetta had done the ultimate betrayal and that's cheating on her husband who she thought was cheating on her.

How could I be so heartless after what Chris had done for me? Annetta thought. Why didn’t he just cheat on me, then I wouldn’t feel so ashamed. 

When she walked into the living room, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Chris was dressed in a black blazer and slacks, a white silk shirt, tipped off with a white hat tilted on his head. He was looking fine and reek of sexy appeal. He gave her a warm smile; he had both his hands behind his back. 

“You look beautiful,” he said. “I hope you love the dress. I tried to hide it from you.” 

Her eyes fell to the ground. “You are so good to me…I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

Chris moved closer to Annetta until his lips were pressing against hers.

“Of course I’m good to you. You don’t have to be sorry if you didn’t get me anything. I did this for us because I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you.”

A Christmas Day Surprise coming November 28. This also be available in the holiday blog hop along with a Wife's Denial.


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Teaser Tuesday #NewBook by Janet Nissenson

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Title: All You Need is Love Author: Janet Nissenson Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: November 12, 2014


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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Howl by Brittney Dussault Blog tour

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After an archeology expedition gone wrong, Lis Santiago is assigned a desk job at The Library, an underground archive dedicated to the history and study of supernatural creatures. Run by humans, the joke about The Library is that it’s operated by people who know everything about magic… except how to use it. Lis is no exception, and after three years, she’s finally accepted her new, albeit lackluster, career.

Then a request is made: Supernatural creatures in the area have gone missing, and the Alpha from the local werewolf pack wants a Librarian to aid in the investigation. But he doesn’t want just any Librarian, he wants Lis. Accepting means time away from her desk, but it also means having to be paired up with old partner Jonas Highet, who left her waiting for him in Italy five years ago. This isn’t the reunion she had in mind, but when the Alpha calls, it’s hard to say no.

Lis quickly wishes she had.

The Alpha already has a suspect, he just needs Lis to convict him… even if there’s no proof he’s guilty. But the Alpha’s sister thinks her brother’s scapegoat- a wolf named Mickey Kaiser- is innocent, and she wants Lis to prove it.

Caught between a pair of siblings known for their cunning ways, Lis is going to have to find out what’s so special about Mickey Kaiser, while simultaneously keeping Jonas from killing the man. And just when Lis starts dreaming about her desk job, the first body is found.

It’s unlike anything Lis has seen before.

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Meet the Author:

Brittney Dussault is the author of over a dozen titles, including Howl and The Banewood Chronicles. When she’s not churning out a new book every 2-3 months, she’s helping others realize their dreams of being published authors. Cupcakes keep her going and she’s determined to put herself on a Best Sellers list one day.

As she peeled off her clothes and left them puddled on the floor, a movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She kept calm, her brain having played tricks on her before, but still wandered over to her desk and picked up the silver letter opener she always left lying out. Sharpened like every other knife in her house, Lis’ letter opener wasn’t used so much for opening letters as it was for threatening unruly intruders.

            Another shadow moved across the wall and she turned, taking an instinctive step back at the sight of an unknown man in her apartment. But then he stepped backwards until he was bathed in the light of the bathroom, hands held up in a nonthreatening gesture, and she felt some of the breath she’d been holding eek out of her.
Mickey Kaiser was standing in her apartment. It took a moment for her to register this fact, because the Mickey Kaiser on paper was different from the Mickey Kaiser before her. The Mickey Kaiser on paper looked more like a badass wolf, while the one before her was more like a wet dog. Lis found it nearly impossible to be intimidated by someone who resembled a drowned rat, but that didn’t mean she was letting go of the letter opener just yet
           “Mickey Kaiser,” she said and watched his jaw clench.

            “Mick,” he said, his voice gruff and low, as if he didn’t want anyone to accidentally overhear them. Which was impossible, unless he was being followed, which, when Lis thought about it, wasn’t too unlikely.

            “Only my mother calls me Mickey,” he said.

             So does everyone else, Lis thought, but the tightening of Mick’s jaw suggested the pack only did that to annoy him. Shame. She understood pack hierarchy and could accept most of the torment Omegas and mutts had to endure, but using someone’s own name against them seemed especially cruel and childish.

            “Mick,” she said and then smiled in a way she hoped was disarming, but his eyes seemed fixed everywhere but at her face. Risking a glance down, she felt her entire upper body flush as she realized she was wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. Which didn’t match. Which were a little worse for wear. Not that she was trying to impress Mick, nor did she care what the wolf’s opinion of her undergarments was, but a woman has her pride and at that moment, Lis felt hers take a swan dive off the nearest cliff.

            Mick stepped forward and she moved back, colliding with the desk behind her. Her fight or flight instinct flared up, no matter how hard she tamped it down. Being cornered was a position Lis had never been fond of and after being caught there once, she’d vowed to never let it happen again.

            She knew the second Mick registered her panic, because his nostrils flared and his eyes widened ever so slightly. He stepped back, back into the light of the bathroom and while he busied himself with his jacket, Lis reached over and flicked on the overhead lights.

            Everything was bathed in a rather unflattering light, but her ego was already done for and she’d much rather see Mick’s next move instead of fuss over what she looked like in her underwear.

            Mick blinked at the sudden brightness, but his eyes adjusted quickly and he peeled of his jacket, drops of water falling to the floor before he dropped the leather garment beside his feet.

Lis swore her observation was professional, but it was hard to sound convincing when the only observation she was making was how Mick’s steel gray shirt brought out the blue in his eyes. Blue eyes that were shadowed by dripping locks of black hair that stuck to his forehead, making her hands itch as she resisted the urge to touch.

            Mick unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, revealing the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath. Lis considered it unfair that he looked good both dressed up and dressed down, but stopped thinking about things like that when he tossed his shirt to her from across the room.

If she tried something like that, the shirt never would have reached its destination, but Mick’s aim and just a little extra bit of werewolf strength sent the shirt sailing across the room where she deftly caught it. She couldn’t aim to save her life, but she could at least catch.

            “Thank you,” she said, because she hadn’t been raised by wolves. She slipped the shirt on and hastily buttoned it, thankful to see it at least covered her rear end. Mick’s scent- a combination of rain, woods, and tobacco- wrapped itself around her and she mentally groaned.

Here was a scent she didn’t want to wash off, but knew she’d have to if she wanted to see hide or hair of Kit tomorrow.

            “Are you going to put the knife down?”

            Lis looked down to see she was still holding the letter opener. She weighed her options for a moment, wondering if she should put down what was only a meager defense. But still, a lame defense was better than no defense, so she tightened her grip on the letter opener and shook her head. Mick shrugged.

            “Fair enough,” he said.

             They were silent for a moment, as if they’d reached some sort of impasse. The silence was beginning to grate on Lis’ nerves when Mick finally broke it.

            “I hear you’re looking for me,” he said, and Lis had a sudden rush of embarrassment. Shaz and Jonas had been right; if Mickey found out she was looking for him, he’d come for her. She silently prayed he wasn’t there to kill her.

            “You typically interrogate the suspect when you’re investigating a crime,” Lis said.

            Mick growled at her out of instinct, but quickly stopped himself and ducked his head.

            Was he… embarrassed? He kept his eyes low and averted and Lis realized it wasn’t embarrassment, but submission.

            “You do realize I’m not a wolf, right?” she said, even though it was obvious she wasn’t. Mick would’ve picked up her scent long before now, but she figured it needed saying if he was still bowing to her.

            “You’re acting under the Alpha’s authority,” Mick explained. “It’s only proper.”

            “Screw proper,” Lis said. “We passed proper the second you saw me in my skivvies.”

            Mick’s eyes snapped up to meet hers and she caught sight of something hot and dangerous. She felt her body flush again as he smirked, the kind of smirk that said he knew what effect he was having on her. But he lacked the usual attitude of a wolf who knew they were good looking and planned to use that to their advantage. Something about Mick was less manipulative, less seductive, less… okay, less manipulatively seductive because there was no denying Mick Kaiser was one attractive wolf.

            “Back on topic,” Lis said in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation. “I’ve heard from just about everyone who matters and they’re all saying the same thing- you’re guilty and I should just turn you in. Problem is, there’s no evidence to support the guilty theory and I’m not about to create some bogus evidence to condemn an innocent man.”

            “What are you asking for?” Mick said.

            Lis felt her grip on the letter opener ease.

            “Your side of the story. I know you’re a mutt who has managed to survive almost thirty years in the pack, which is impressive, by the way. But what I don’t know is why you’d kidnap a fox, a vampire, and a couple werewolves.”

            “I wouldn’t,” Mick said, his voice disgusted as he looked at Lis. “I’m less than an Omega, but I wouldn’t turn on my pack like that. The pack is life.”

            Lis could feel herself staring a little too intently, but felt it was justified. Here was a wolf treated worse than even the Omegas of the pack and yet he was still loyal to a fault. Just how deep was pack loyalty ingrained in a werewolf’s DNA?

            “I’d kinda understand if you did.”

            “I didn’t,” he snapped and Lis held up her hands reassuringly.

            “Fine,” she said. “If you didn’t, do you have any idea who would? Any enemies that would try to frame you?”

            Mick gave her a look that had so much snark in it, she had to bite her tongue. Okay, so maybe that was a stupid question, but she wasn’t about to waste her opportunity to interrogate him.

            “Surely you’ve pissed of some people more than others. I’ve read your file.”

            Mick’s eyes narrowed.

            “Where did you get that?”

            Lis felt her grip on her makeshift dagger tighten once more.

            “Inez Kazarian,” she said and watched Mick bristle. “Hey wait, I thought Inez and your mom were good friends?”

             Mick scoffed, or at least tried to, but because he was more of a wolf than a man, it came out somewhere between a bark and a snort.

            “Inez Kazarian might think she was friends with my mother, but my mother was nothing more than a pet project to her.”

            “Was?” Lis prodded, even if her brain was telling her to shut up.

            Mick’s eyes darkened.

             “My mother is dead,” he said, and then quickly cut Lis off when it looked as though she was going to offer condolences. “It was a long time ago.”

            Lis shut her mouth and looked down at the floor for a beat. When she looked back up, Mick was standing close enough she could feel the heat radiating off his body. It was overwhelming, but something about it made her want to step closer. Only a tight grip on her self-control kept her firmly rooted in place.

            “I’ve heard stories about you,” Mick said, and if possible, his voice dropped another octave. “It’s not often the Alpha calls in a human to help. You’re quite the rarity.”

            Lis opened her mouth to fire back a witty response, but nothing came to mind.

Mick took another step forward and she backed up, having to slide up onto her desk to keep some semblance of a professional distance between them. Unable to go anywhere else, Mick took advantage of her position and butted up against her. Her knees pressed into his thighs that flexed as he leaned forward, his hands bracing themselves on either side of her hips as he loomed closer.

  “They say you’re not like the other Librarians,” he said, the sneer evident in his voice as he mentioned the humans who thought themselves superior to those born supernatural. “They say you have the power to see the truth, just by touching someone.” His voice lowered even further, but Lis could still hear the challenge in what he was saying. “Go on, touch me.”

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A twig snapped and Lis looked to the left, her eye catching a dark figure looming in the shadows. She aimed her flashlight in their general direction, hoping to catch a better look.
 They stood upright, like a human, and reason said no supernatural creature would be running through the woods with the entire pack out unless they were an idiot. Odds were this sucker was human.

 Yeah, if it was Halloween and they were dressed as the Grim Reaper, Lis thought, eyeing the strange dark robes the person was wearing with a cautious eye.

 “Hey!” she called. The figure turned, almost gliding across the ground and she hoped it wasn’t a vampire because pepper spray wouldn’t work on one. Then again, no vampire would have made it this far into the forest with so many wolves about.

 “Hey!” she said again when the figure began to move away. She followed, watching the person’s head swivel around as if they were lost.

 Her foot snagged on a tree root and she stumbled, hopping on one foot as she tried to dislodge her other foot and remain upright. She laughed at her own clumsiness as she almost stumbled into the person.

 “Hey.” The word came out like a pant and she smiled, ready to endear herself incase a vampire had somehow managed to make it into the forest on a night like tonight. Unfortunately, when Lis looked up, she wasn’t greeted by an eerily pale face or fangs, but rather a dark void where a face should have been.
            “What the hell?” she said as she stumbled backwards, colliding with a tree as the figure fell upon her. She threw out an arm and rammed her elbow into the figure’s face, but it felt like hitting air. Two red orbs flared to life where eyes should have been and a clawed hand snaked around Lis’ throat before she could duck away. She felt herself being lifted off the ground as if she were weightless. A warm, tired feeling washed over her, her energy seeping from her body as her head began to spin. What was happening?

            The void in front of her swirled, the red mixing with the shadows as her brain began to shut down. Images raced through her mind, memories that weren’t her own flashing like a strobe light. Nothing was clear enough to grasp onto, though. It was like water running over a painting, smearing the colors and blurring the image. She caught only glimpses of the person’s inner psyche, but there wasn’t anything she could work with. The only clear impression she could get was that this person was going to kill her.

            It occurred to her then that she was going to die. She was aware of her body shutting down, just as she was aware of the fact Shaz and Jonas weren’t going to save her in time. She hadn’t even had time to scream.

            Just as she accepted her fate, a vicious snarl rent the air and then Lis was falling, a blur of white and gray filling her vision as she hit the ground. The void was struggling against a massive wolf, inhuman sounds being ripped from it as the wolf tore into the black figure. There was a burst of dark light and the wolf yelped, stumbling backwards as the figure turned and ran deeper into the forest. The wolf readied itself to pursue, but then stopped at the last second and turned to stare at Lis. Her oxygen deprived brain told her the wolf had saved her life, but instinct said not to trust an unknown wolf.

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Saturday, November 8, 2014

Destined to Meet #Cover Reveal

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Book Title: Destined To Meet Author: Jourdyn Kelly Genre: YA Urban Fantasy Release Date: November 8th, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


With the support of her faithful Hunters, Anala travels home for the first time in centuries. After six hundred years of living, what could possibly be out there that she hasn’t seen? What she finds will shock even her.
We met Anala and her eclectic group of Hunters in Destined to Kill. We experienced their pain in Destined to Love. In Destined to Meet, Anala will face her past, present and future all at once. Will she survive the journey? Will her Hunters? And, what will Anala choose to do when she finds out the Society of Hunters and her parents’ legacy are in jeopardy?
This is the final book in the Destined Series. Follow Anala and her Hunters in their final quest to see how it all ends.


"Well. This is . . . quaint." Eric pushes open the room door to the one and only place to stay here in the village.
I told you. Eric is a total politician since the room we're standing in is a complete broom closet. The good thing is there's absolutely no one around and we have the place to ourselves. So, we rented out four rooms. I think the owners of this 'quaint' little place were a bit stunned, and completely happy to hand over the keys to half of their rooms.
"Isn't it though?" I murmur. All I can think of is how thin the walls are. Somehow I doubt Sam and I will have any privacy, which sucks (pun intended) because feeding from Sam definitely makes me . . .
I clear my throat as Sam laughs quietly. "Yes, Emily?"
"Have you heard from Amanda?"
"Yes. Assuming Tania is on her way here, they're about thirty minutes out. Why don't you two get some sleep? We'll need to keep eyes on Tania at all times unless she ends up bunking down somewhere."
Eric and Emily nod, and Sam and I leave them to go to the farthest room away.
Sam pushes the door close and backs me up against it. "Feeding from me makes you what?" he asks gruffly.
"I'm pretty sure you know."
"I want to hear you say it."
"Well I don't!"
Amanda's voice in my ear startles me so much I jump the entire distance of the room. Okay, it's only like ten feet, but still.
"Damn it, Amanda!" I put my hand over my heart. If I had any doubts that I had a beating heart before, I certainly don't now.
"It's not my fault you left the line open! And I certainly don't want to hear what goes on between you and my brother!"
"Do you have any updates?" The question comes out harsher than I meant for it to, but she interrupted a nice moment that could have turned into really nice moments.
"Don't get all grumpy with me. At least you have someone to do stuff with that shouldn't be done over an open line."
I open my mouth to respond, then close it again. She's right. Amanda finally got her crush to ask her out, and I totally ruin it for her by recruiting her to the Society.
There's an awkward silence, and then a soft clearing of a throat.
"According to Jenna's search, Tania's friend's name is Monica McKinney. Nothing scandalous to report about her. She's twenty-four and works for a bank. She's been there since she graduated from high school. No arrests, no tickets. She's an all-around Pollyanna as far as anyone can tell. Jenna says she can hack into her Facebook to see who her friends are, but I doubt that would help us much. They're definitely on their way there. We are close to your village."
"It's not my village anymore, Amanda," I inform her gently.
"Ana, a part of you will always be there."
I ignore that, and move on with the conversation. "Tell Jenna good job on the search. Do you think Buffy and Willow will visit with the Priestess tonight or find a place to sleep for the night?"
As soon as the question is out of my mouth, I realize that the only place they can sleep is right here where we are. Unless, of course, they know someone in the village. If that's the case, we may get names of some of the other players.
"I'm hoping they sleep, 'cause I'm tired as hell."
I can hear the weariness in Amanda's voice, and it makes me cringe. I need to remember that my Hunters need to rest. Rest, eat, train. It's a simple thing to remember. Why I'm having such a hard time with it, who the hell knows?
"Sam and I will meet you and take over. You guys come back to the motel and sleep."
"We can stick it out until she . . . "
"No, Amanda. Eric and Emily are sleeping. You guys need to as well. Tell me how far out you are and we'll take over the tail as you pass by."
"Is that an order?" Amanda asks haughtily.
"Yes, Ms. Crabby Pants, it is. If you're giving me this attitude, you will only get worse the longer you're awake. I don't need that crap." I make sure I put enough teasing in my voice where she knows I'm kidding with her. At least I hope she does.
"Fine, Selene. We're about twenty minutes out, coming in on the main road."
I chuckle at my 'handle'. "We'll be out there, hidden. I'll signal you when we see you. They may head in our direction since this is the only place to sleep around here. If that's the case, Sam and I will keep watch. If not, we will continue on with them and contact you after you've gotten some sleep."
"Can we be sure you and Sam won't be . . . "
"Yes!" I laugh. "We can control ourselves, you know."
"Sure you can. And Jenna doesn't pop her damn gum."
"Whatever," I laugh. "I have much more self-discipline than blondie. It's really too bad Buffy was taken. Jenna fills that to a tee."
I hear Amanda telling Jenna what I said. "She's giving you a hand gesture. I'll leave it to your imagination what gesture it is. Now get going or you're not going to make it."
"Yes ma'am."

Meet the Author


Currently living in the Houston area, Jourdyn spends her time writing, designing websites and caring for what she equates as a zoo with 3 dogs, 2 cats, a bearded dragon, 2 frogs and 2 turtles and an axolotl. In the recent years, she has changed her lifestyle to include working out and eating right. She now competes in triathlons, will run her second half-marathon in early 2015, and loves Muay Thai kickboxing, boxing and Krav Maga.
Jourdyn loves bringing her characters out for everyone to meet. Her goal is to keep writing in many different genres, as she feels there shouldn't be anything limiting writers.

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