This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding a $15 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn commenter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. From the first, Michael Faolan and Natalie Terrence knew they were destined to be Lycan mates, but constant danger in Michael's life keeps them separated. They are stalked by the hunters, a group of men who plan to eradicate all Lycan as vermin. Natalie refuses to acknowledge the bond that she has with Michael until hunters burn down his barn and he is gravely injured. She cannot resist his call, even with the threat hanging over his head. Michael Faolan has secrets of his own, but he is happy to accept Natalie's ministrations. Their attraction ignites into flames of passion as they continue to fight the hunters. Could his secrets dampen the hunger Natalie feels for her mate, or can they use that desire to build a family and forge a love so strong no man, woman, or beast can tear them apart? Read an Excerpt: Pale moonlight descended over Heather Ridge, adding a menacing air to its aged appearance. Her eyes slowly lifted to the second-floor windows as she thought of Michael. He dominated her every moment and had secretly become her own private obsession. She felt his eyes. She sensed his presence. Silver orbs gazed back from the dingy, dark windows. Her hand involuntarily came up to rub the base of her throat. She couldn’t look away, spellbound in the moment. Her feet refused to move. It felt like forever passed when the outline of his body finally turned away from the window. Natalie’s nervous laugh broke the eerie silence of the twilight. The porch light turned on at that exact moment, and she jumped. Her breath caught in her lungs and she doubled over gasping for air. She chided herself for being afraid and shook her head. She was Lycan, a predator, and she belonged in the night, but the wind refused to support her confidence as it moaned through the forest. Natalie shivered and rubbed her arms as gray fog leaked from the forest. It swirled around the corners of the house just as her feet climbed to the top of the limestone steps. She stopped only for a moment and watched with wide eyes as it creeped slowly up the steps behind her. With her back against the front door, she turned the door knob. The front door creaked as she pushed it open then slammed shut with a loud bang. About the Author: Kristal Dawn Harris is an American author, born in Middletown, Ohio, on August 16, 1970. She currently resides in Ohio with her husband. Kristal has been married for 27 years and has two children. She graduated from Carlisle High School in 1988, then furthered her education at Miami University. She has a business degree in Accounting Technology. Kristal spent twenty years working as an Office Coordinator in the hospital until she released her debut novel, “The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds,” through The Wild Rose Press. In 1999, Kristal suffered a debilitating disease called “Guillain-Barre Syndrome.” This rare disease damaged the nerves in her body requiring the use of drop-foot braces in order to walk. Kristal considers herself a survivor and encourages anyone with a disability to follow their dreams. Kristal has one more book contracted with The Wild Rose Press which will release in 2019. She is considered a hybrid author since she published “Hand-Carved Wolf” on her own. Kristal is an avid reader who enjoys romance from all genres, but paranormal is her favorite. CURRENT BOOKS BY KRISTAL DAWN HARRIS The Rings of Faolan-Emeralds Hand-Carved Wolf The Rings of Faolan-Rubies The Burn The Red Heart UPCOMING RELEASES Red Snowflakes Website: http://www.kristalharris.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/Kristal081670 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kristalharrisauthor Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kristaldawnharris/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18576974.Kristal_Dawn_Harris All Author: https://allauthor.com/author/kristaldawnharris/ Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kristal-Dawn-Harris/e/B07HP1YKMM/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07QZM5838/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4 a Rafflecopter giveaway
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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Megan Slayer will be awarding a Prize Pack featuring a Necklace made by the author and signed swag to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the toher stops on the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms? Read an Excerpt ©Megan Slayer, 2018, All Rights Reserved “Try it.” Zelus nodded. “It’s not hard stuff. Just wine from Olympus.” Oh Jesus. He’d heard this line of bullshit before. His friends wanted to sell their story about Olympus, but he wasn’t buying. He refused to drink. “If I down that, I might believe you and there’s no way that’s happening.” Kay shrugged. “It’ll make you feel better.” “To know you’re lying or to get drunk?” Charlie asked. “Olympus, Gods, statues … it’s not right to dick with people.” Bia took a swig. “I get it.” She stayed beside him. “You think things are one way, then they go sideways. We keep trying to convince you to believe us, but we don’t show you what’s real.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “You’re right to be concerned.” “Yeah.” He didn’t understand, but she seemed to care. He took the flask. Maybe drinking would help. He’d forget his problems for a while. Sure, the issues would still be there, but he’d have a respite. He tipped his head back and the sweet liquid slid down his throat. The drink reminded him of apples, but with spice. Not cider, though. His mouth chilled, but the liquid warmed his soul. His head swam. “I should stop.” He downed another swig. “Really.” But he wanted more. “Then stop.” Kay took the flask. “Feel better?” “Not really.” He leaned back against the foot of the statue. If he wasn’t mistaken, her foot felt warm. Real. Not possible. This had to be a figment of his imagination or a result of the drink. His mind was playing tricks on him. But why was he so horny all the sudden? Booze never made him want to hump everything in sight. “Let’s get you home.” Zelus offered his arm. “Come on.” “No.” He shook his head and blinked. “Did you drug me?” “It’s the nectar of the gods.” Camden laughed. “Not drugs. Good, though, isn’t it?” “It’s wine.” Andy helped Zelus hoist Charlie to his feet. “The wine amplifies your heart’s desire. You’re not drunk, I promise.” He allowed them to help him to stand, but he shook his head. Life seemed to slow down. He blinked again. The horniness increased. He wriggled free from the guys. Neither could help him with his suddenly overactive libido. All six individuals were taken and none of them turned him on. “I don’t get it. There’s something wrong with me. I can’t find anyone to love me.” Why was he telling them this? He whooped, then faced the statue. “I bet I can’t even turn this statue on.” He hopped onto the base of the sculpture, standing nose to nose with the woman. “See?” He kissed her. “Think you can love me, baby? I’ll fuck you senseless, but I want to wear your clothes and have you fuck me, too. Isn’t that messed up?” He kissed the statue again. “See?” He glanced back at his friends. “She isn’t interested. No one is.” Oh well. Love, even with a statue wasn’t in his future. Such was life… About the Author: Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj Website: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Blog: https://wendizwaduk.wordpress.com/ Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/wendizwaduk.meganslayer/ Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Megan-Slayer/e/B008BJCFSC Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/megan-slayer Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wendizwaduk/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer a Rafflecopter giveaway Alpha’s Call: A Collection of Shifter Romances
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- SNEAK PEEKS: Alpha Untamed by Misha Carver “To a great week,” Jonathan shouted over the music as he clinked his beer bottle against mine, Bob’s, and Charlie’s. Yeah, a great week, I thought to myself. It was the worst week of my entire life. I’d prosecuted six cases, and lost five of them. My days as a prominent lawyer were coming to a close if I couldn’t get back on top. A five-year winning streak, and one week threatened to topple it all. My feet kept tapping on the floor, not so much to the loud music playing in the background, but more out of nervousness. The guys, they all had a great week defending their cases against me and pulling ahead. A great week for them was a huge defeat for me, and yet there I was celebrating with them, just like they’d helped me celebrate each and every win along the way. It just felt so wrong. I never lost. NEVER. But I had, and I’d lost big. “Ah, suck it up, Michael,” Charlie said as he took another sip from his bottle. “You can’t win every time.” Charlie was such a schmuck. With his red hair, freckles, and big blue eyes, he appeared much more innocent than he was. Judges let him get away with countless courtroom antics because of his boyish good looks along with his ability to win almost any debate. Wanna bet? I thought as I nodded my head in agreement with him. I didn’t have the energy to argue with an idiot. “Buy me another beer, loser,” Bob said as he set his empty bottle down on the table and grinned. Great, thanks for rubbing it in, I thought to myself as I motioned for the waitress to come over and grabbed a twenty out of my pocket. After the week I’d had, I didn’t need to be reminded of my failures. -- An Alpha’s Fate (A Birchwood Pack Novella) by Lia Davis No. No. Bile rose, threatening to force Reagan’s lunch to make a gruesome return. The snow-white walls of her home closed in around her, and the air seemed colder. How had she not known? Because they weren’t true mates. Even though they were bound together, their emotions and thoughts weren’t, not like they would have been if she’d mated with her fated mate. She stared at the open journal as fury built inside her, putting her wolf further on edge. The names neatly handwritten in black ink blurred. For ten years, she’d done all she could to protect the wolves of Greenhedge; the least she could do after being forced to mate the male who’d become Alpha—a title rightfully hers. All her efforts were wasted. The bastard had sold packmates to a rogue Pack to be made into monster assassins in exchange for what? She didn’t know. She sure as hell didn’t see any extra money go into the run-down den. Fucking power-hungry bastard. The front door swung open, slamming into the wall. A low growl cut through her as she met the poor excuse of an Alpha’s stare. Lifting the journal, she shook it at him. “You lied to me.” He stalked toward her, his eyes glowing with his wolf. “You are out of line, Mate.” Was she? She thought not. “My place is protecting my Pack from monsters like you.” Anger had all but consumed her. It was one thing to blackmail her into a loveless mating and slap her around, but to hurt her Pack? Mason stopped before her, then gripped a handful of her hair, jerking her to him. Pain shot through her skull. She gritted her teeth and focused on his energy, his Alpha power. As his mate, she had the ability to use his strengths. Something he hadn’t realized she could do. Or maybe he thought she didn’t know how. “You have crossed the line for the last time, asshole.” He bared his teeth and flipped her so he could shove her torso against the desk. Her vision blinked out as her head hit the wood. When he started to tug her pants down, she roared and jerked her head up, slamming it into his nose. Crying out, he released her and stumbled away a few steps. Not wasting time, she shifted into her wolf faster than she ever had before and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. Her wolf had taken over, and for once the woman relished in it. The thought that it was unfair to fight another while they were in human form was a whisper. One her wolf ignored. Mason Doyle had fucked over his last victim. She struck, fast and hard, sinking her teeth into his neck. He bucked under her, but he was unable to shake her off. Adrenaline raced through her veins, fueling the rage. The animal wanted blood for all the innocents lost over the years. With a growl, she shook her head, tightening her hold until his body went limp and the mating bond broke. Her breaths came in and out in deep waves as she slowly backed away. The taste of his blood coated her tongue. The wolf wanted to finish him, to revel in the kill, but there was no time. Someone was coming, and without the bond to the Pack she couldn’t tell who. GIVEAWAY! We are beyond excited to be celebrating the release of Donna Grant's DRAGONFIRE with you today! DRAGONFIRE is #14 in the Dark Kings series. Purchase your copy now, and check out some teasers for the book below.-------------------- Purchase your copy of DRAGONFIRE today!Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBAM | B&N | IndieBound | PowellsKindle | Nook | Kobo | Apple Books | Google PlayAudio: TantorAbout DRAGONFIRE:Passion burns hot in Dragonfire, the next Dark Kings novel from New York Times bestseller Donna Grant. It was a soul-deep longing, one that got into his bones and settled there, sending whispers of desire through him. The need, the hunger, grew tenfold with every breath. . . . As a Dragon King, Roman is sworn to protect all mortals—even though they no longer believe in dragons. But deep in the Carpathian Mountains, he discovers a beautiful and mysterious gypsy who possesses the power to see into his very soul. To reignite the fire in his heart. And to help him find the long-lost sword that could save the dragons forever… Sabina remembers the stories her grandmother told her. Legends of dragons and kings, fire and ice. And she’s never forgotten the dark prophecy that filled her ancestors with fear—a fate they tried to prevent by stealing a Dragon King’s sword. Sabina knows that helping Roman is dangerous. He is a dragon betrayed, and more powerful than any man. He could destroy her in a single fiery embrace. But how can she resist the longing in his eyes—or the feelings in her heart—when their destinies are bound by desire?Add DRAGONFIRE to your Goodreads TBR here! Purchase your copy of DRAGONFIRE today!Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AUBAM | B&N | IndieBound | PowellsKindle | Nook | Kobo | Apple Books | Google PlayAudio: Tantor------------Praise for the Dark Kings series:“Provocative [and] sizzling.” —RT Book Reviews (4 stars)“A must-read.” --Night Owl Reviews--------------------- About DONNA GRANTNew York Times and USA Today bestselling author Donna Grant has been praised for her "totally addictive" and "unique and sensual" stories. Her latest acclaimed series, Dark Kings, features a thrilling combination of dragons, Fae, and immortal Highlanders who are dark, dangerous, and irresistible. She lives with her two children and an assortment of animals in Texas. Follow Donna Grant: Website / Facebook / Instagram / GoodreadsTipping the Scales: Three Lost Souls Face off against Pure Evil By: Leigh Hogan Enemies-to-Lovers MMF Erotic Paranormal Romance In Kindle Unlimited: https://www.amazon.com/Tipping-Scales-Three-Souls-against-ebook/dp/B07GPJLH2S Remember who yer friends are. We ain’t nice; we ain’t kind. We don’t give a **** if ya don’t like it, but if ya keep lookin’ down yer nose like that, someone’s gonna flatten it. —Esa Bo Morgan Greg Tucker lives the simple life of a small-town guy completing his master’s degree. When he decides to have a little fun at his closest friend’s expense, he discovers the unthinkable. His best friend, Colt Morgan, is The Cottonfield Reaper. Tuck knows only one solution. Esa vows to avenge his brother—until he finds evidence of Colt’s guilt. His own sins too grave for atonement, he seeks forgiveness from the person his sadism desires most, Tuck. Roxy Caldwell broke up with Tuck during their sophomore year of college for being overprotective. Working on her own master’s thesis, she spent two years devising an effective therapeutic intervention for Esa. Now she holds the key to controlling his rage. Roxy harbors a centuries-old secret of her own, one with a long memory and a lethal temper. While evils converge on Cottonfield, an unyielding lust compels them together. The force of their connection creates a bond stronger than any they've ever known. Together they learn the unsettling truth of their creation and the mysterious deaths that plague blood-drenched Cottonfield, Georgia. This leaves only one question to be answered: Are they powerful enough to tip the scales in the coming war? Trigger Warning: Esa was abused physically, mentally, and sexually. Despite both his strong constitution and Roxy's effective treatment plan, he gets triggered during this story. He doesn't want his past to hurt anyone; he prefers to hurt people personally. EXCERPT: Esa brushed a chaste peck against Roxy’s cheek. “I hope some lucky twit makes you a happy wife one day. ’Cause God help him if he don’t.” He plopped down beside Tuck to pinch his cheek and shake his jowls. “And you too, little guy.” Even as Tuck slapped his hands away, his wistful voice continued, “You were the best thing for Colt. Kept him outta the house but outta trouble. Made sure he never saw the worst of it.” Tuck studied the ceiling. “That week when you ran off? The belt down his back? Unreal. Colt brushed it off, said he’d earned it. But I could see him shake, not just hurt but furious. Only that once? In all these years? And I know he could be quite the little shit.” He summoned the courage to meet Esa’s gaze. “You made certain of that, no matter what it cost you? That’s damned impressive.” “What can I say, I’m an impressive guy.” For once Esa didn’t seem amused by his own quip. “I knew he’d go on to great things. If I could get him outta here in one piece.” When Esa thumped his side, Tuck slipped his hand between Esa’s fist and his ribs. And paid the price on the second hit. “Holy shit, that pinky still hurts.” He yanked his hand away and cradled it to his chest. Esa chuckled. “That’ll learn ya.” Roxy shook her head. “Look, my bed’s a king. As long as there’s no funny stuff, we’ll all fit just fine.” “That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” Tuck rose to his feet. He followed her through the dark apartment with Esa just behind. They settled in with Roxy in the middle. About the time sleep could have dragged him under, Tuck noticed a gentle rocking in the bed. “Oh, you two have gotta be shittin—” Roxy pressed her hand over his mouth. Curious now, he turned. Esa held her hip with one hand, the other lost in her hair. Eyes closed in sleep, he looked peaceful. Together they made Tuck’s chest ache, Esa’s dark skin against Roxy’s paleness, like a classic painting rendered in flesh and blood. Fantasies arose in his mind of sharing her as she lay between them. Of the enticing moans they could tease from her as they ravaged her body. Of her throwing her head back and begging for more. Of hard hands grabbing him in ways he’d never thought he’d desirez How the hell had the bully who’d terrorized him for as long as he could remember become so damned enticing? Oh, this had to stop. He’d expected it to be purged when Abuelita had destroyed the necklace. Yet the thoughts remained, unbidden and unwelcome but present all the same. Hell, Esa had been right about one thing; he had liked it. And now he couldn’t shake the urge to chase that high again. Unperturbed, completely ignorant of Tuck’s annoyance, Esa continued to rock in his sleep, like an infant finding comfort in the repetitive motion. Tuck and Roxy let him, their own slumber dragging them away to tranquil vistas of the mind. The dark figure, bones now cloaked in lustrous ebony feathers, joined Tuck in his dreamscape. “He’s loved you for a long time.” “Never seemed that way.” Tuck didn’t bother to look; he knew he’d regret seeing the creature’s face. “Seezed like he just enjoyed hurting us.” “Indeed he did. Very much in fact.” “So what do you want?” “Without my help you’ll fail. The monster will destroy this village.” “Oh?” “You must seize the grimoire before the head becomes prophetic.” “That seems a bit cryptic…” Tuck turned to face him. But the creature had gone. Author Bio I edit. I don’t write. But every once in a while, a batch of characters will pop up and beg me to tell their story. Inevitably they’ll get to 75,000 words and go silent. Smart alecks. So I inform them: I will not write another word until you have an ending. For three years, when they poke their little heads up and say, “Hey, wouldn’t it be interesting…" I tell them no way, no how, not without an ending. Then one little masculine voice sneaks in and says, “I have an ending. It’s just a flash piece. Surely you’ll write this one.” And so I do. Then a feminine little voice says, “Um, I’d like to get in on this.” So of course, I ask, “Do you have an ending?” A second masculine character struts in, sits on my desk, and informs me, “Hi, I’m a sadistic sociopath, and I’ll be yer antihero for the foreseeable future.” “You have an ending?” He cracks a grin, leans close, and whispers, “I have an ending.” Hmph, well, what now? “But sadistic sociopath? I know jack about sadistic sociopaths.” “Then, princess, ya better figure it out.” Okay, fine, I study up on everything there is to know about human evil. Meanwhile, the guys are jockeying for names, choosing both from the same show or movie: “If he gets to be Asa, then I get to be Hasil.” “Yeah, well if he gets to be Tucker, then I wanna be Dale.” Fortunately Piper latched on to her name and stood firm. Unfortunately, Peter the Cuban has a name too similar and too important to the feel of the story to change. So she gets a name change too. Then, once the flesh starts to fall on the bones, Alisha appears. Great, dissociative identity disorder, I know about that. Except she wants to be something else entirely. As the flesh solidifies, I realize her name is Coweta, a local native name meaning one who remembers, but it has cow in it. So it will change to a phonetic spelling. Great. All’s going according to plan. Then we hit the first sex scene. Asa asks, “You do realize I’m about to put both Piper and Tuck in the hospital, right?” “Um, no. Can this be averted?” His grin makes my skin crawl. “It’d take some strong juju.” “Major juju coming up.” Next thing I know, the demon’s name is Gary, and he’s as milquetoast as they come. Unlike his Kinky Kim, our Romanian fae, an iele. “Wait, no, Kim, the iele are virgin fae.” “Yes, and?” She blinks innocently at me. Don’t they know I have edits to finish? Social Media Links Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PureEvilSeries/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/HoganBLeigh/ Tumblr NSFW: https://ninivatellsstories.tumblr.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/niniva73/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Leigh-Hogan/e/B07GQY93JN/ BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/3526553776/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14592815.Leigh_Hogan/ Newsletter: https://mailchi.mp/5939ca10679a/pureevilseries/ |
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