In the Spotlight: Sacred by Max Ellendale

Sacred_200x300Some decisions are easy to make, especially when it comes to the well-being of your mate. Even if the decision means ending the life of another…

Just when Shawnee thought her life would finally settle down, an unexpected visit from Vanessa’s family sparks an unraveling of a different sort. The visitors bring news that the Pride is in trouble. Dugan, a weretiger who relentlessly bullies the most vulnerable members, threatens to take over. Shawnee returns with Vanessa to her homeland and, with the help of Xany and an unsuspecting submissive, works to bring down Dugan before he dismembers the Pride. Can Vanessa stand up to her nemesis and restore the Pride to safety? Will she break under the pressure, or can Shawnee protect her mate from the torment? Shawnee quickly learns to draw on the strength of her pack family and with a keen bit of luck, may very well be the key to saving the Pride and her mate.

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Max grew up just outside of New York City, spending most of her formative years outdoors creating wild ghost hunts with neighborhood kids, setting booby-traps to capture unwitting family members, and building clubhouses on top of ten-foot walls. Max wrote her first story at the age of twelve and titled it Circles of Friendship. Through the years, Max has written several short-stories and poems, all of which met the wrath of the “Not Good Enough” monster and ended in fiery demise.

Max regained her confidence when she began writing scholarly articles and research theses on her first trip through graduate school. It took several years for her to break the habit of the formal writing that marred her creativity. An additional Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing was Max’s biggest support in this. Max writes primarily sci-fi/fantasy, paranormal romance, and Young Adult stories.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

“Doctor Twofeathers?” The charge nurse called my name as I stood on the desk, reaching for a book on the highest shelf of the medical library.

“Yes?”

“There’s someone here to see you,” she said, her lips pursed in a way that tried to stifle a small smile.

“Is it a walk-in?” I hopped down from the desk and straightened my lab coat. It wasn’t everyday that I got caught climbing for answers. The look on the nurse’s face told me I hadn’t played it off as coolly as I’d hoped.

“You…could say that.” A wry grin lifted the corners of her mouth. “A very handsome walk-in.”

Could it be Mal? A rush of excitement shot through me as the nurse nodded toward the door. I followed her to the nurses’ station by the entrance of Stormhill Hospital Center’s emergency room. I’d worked here for a few weeks, part-time at the request of my pack. Despite the hospital administrator urging me to work full-time, it just wasn’t in my best interest. Ultimately, it was my decision. I knew that spending too much time away wouldn’t be the best approach to strengthening our new bonds. Even though I only spent less than twenty-four hours a week out of the house, it seemed like a lot more. The part-time position afforded me the opportunity to work on building up a private practice at the cabin. This made Vanessa happy and soothed by the fact that my work outside the house was temporary.

Waiting for me by the front desk was my mate, Mal. I tried my best to keep the surprise from my doctorly poker face, but I couldn’t help it, really. He greeted me with a casual hug, then held up the brown paper bag he carried.

“I thought we’d have dinner together tonight. I bribed Beth into telling me when you were taking your break,” he said, shooting a glance at the young brunette receptionist.

“Bribed her with what?” I laughed.

Beth turned in her chair, a cheeky smile plastered across her face. She held out her hands and Mal tossed her a giant wrapped sandwich.

“With food.” A grin spread across his lips, lending light to the stark curve of his jaw. The overwhelming desire to kiss him was hard to suppress.

“Thanks, handsome boyfriend of Doctor T,” Beth’s voice carried on a light chuckle as she set her dinner on the desk.

“She’s the best.” I smiled at Beth before waving at Mal to follow me. “We can eat in my office.”

My office at the hospital was a cozy space tucked into the corner of the first floor. The windows looked out into the parking lot and the trees beyond it. It was the first time that Mal had visited me, and I wanted to show him everything. He looked around at the charts and graphs on the walls, then lifted an eyebrow at the chalkboard someone had used for a game of hangman.

“The residents sometimes share the office,” I explained through a laugh. His expression lightened as I nudged the door closed behind me.

“Is it usually this quiet here?”

“Only after midnight,” I said as he set the bag of food down on the desk. Mal turned around to lean against it and smiled at me. His eyes wandered over me from head to toe.

“What?” I asked and followed his gaze, wondering if some sort of ER goo or hospital stench covered me.

“You really do look like a doctor,” he said, voice laced with surprise as his eyebrows flicked upward.

“I am a doctor.” I laughed and made my way over to wrap my arms around his neck. He gave a light tug to the stethoscope that dangled along my chest then used it to pull me closer.

“You sure are,” he said, and in an instant, his lips pressed to mine.

Relief flooded me as the soothing mate bond thrummed happily between us like an invisible strand connecting our souls. The heat between our bodies was wonderfully unbearable. He let go of the stethoscope, then slipped his hands under my lab coat to rest on my waist.

“How are things at home?” My voice seemed to sigh.

“Vanessa is driving Xany crazy.” He laughed as his fingers stroked along the waistband of my scrubs, igniting the familiar ache of desire in my belly. “When she tries to start a conversation or ask her a question, Vanessa’s responses are just totally weird.”

“Poor Xany.” I couldn’t help grinning at the notion. Vanessa’s responses were peculiar on a regular basis, and during heat time, they were practically unfathomable.

“I think Xany and Ana went to Imogene’s this afternoon to escape for a while. It’s been strange for everyone hanging around a feral weretiger that’s in heat.” His hands came to rest on the small of my back. The heat of him swallowed me whole.

“I don’t usually notice until she completely stops speaking in full sentences.” I shook my head. “Is Mom okay?” I asked, and toyed with the collar of his shirt. I couldn’t bring myself to query any further. My mother had been back in my life for barely a month before I started working again and, I had to admit, I wasn’t putting in my best effort to reconnect with her. What would she think when she discovered all of my secrets?

“She’s the most patient wolf I’ve ever seen.” He smiled.

“I know.” I closed my eyes. His chin pressed against my forehead. “Thank you for coming to see me tonight.”

“My pleasure.” With a grin that seemed malevolent at best, his hands dipped into my pants and cupped my rear. I gave his ponytail a firm tug when his hardness pressed against me.

“Is it?” I smiled. If my werewolf had taught me anything, he’d taught me how to play. And to take the bait.

Heart and Souls by Monica Corwin

Heart and Souls by Monica Corwin

Exclusive Sneak Peak

Many who have read myMonica Corwin Author Pic work consider my ideas to be a little different and I’ve grown to pride myself in my ability to take tried and true genre norms and creating something totally different. This month I am working on edits for my next dose of insanity titled On a Red Horse.

Basically the story starts with the four horsemen (who are actually women) of the apocalypse deciding they quit and don’t want to end the world. They go to Earth and try to blend in and live human lives…but of course things are never that simple.

The first book is about War –also known as Scarlet as she tries to navigate this new world while running from the old one. There will be four books in the series, one for each horseman and so far this has been a super fun project. The first book was finished for National Novel Writing month this past iteration and the novel should be out in April.

Additionally I’m drafting the first draft of the second novel in the Soul Program trilogy called Sins and Lies. This story will follow two of the secondary characters from Heart and Souls –Sera and Xander.

These Soul Program books sort of dive into parts of church and religious iconology that I find fascinating or scary like demons, angels, heaven, sin-eaters, the priesthood. All of these things that hold a veil of mystery to me which I latched onto in order to create the world in these books. They will only continue to dive deeper and deeper into our own personal fears and macabre curiosity. So I ask you, dear readers, what sorts of religious iconology do you find intriguing?

Monica x

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heartandsouls_200x300In the late 21st century, scientists created a serum that gave every person nine lives, also known as souls. Flush with expendable life, Earth collapsed into war and anarchy, leaving the Catholic Church to step in and take control. In a world where the stealing of souls is big business, it takes people like Constance Grace, detective in the Soul Theft Division, to hunt the criminals down and strip them of their remaining souls.

When social-climbing con man, Noah Hannock, plunks himself on the church’s radar, he becomes Constance’s problem. With a brand new partner, Mikon Cross and seven of her nine given souls remaining, Connie has to enter high society under a too-familiar alias to tempt Noah into her web.

While the chemistry between Connie and Mikon is scorching hot, the reality is they don’t trust each other. Each with their own secrets to protect, the hunt for Noah Hannock threatens them both. The only way they can survive is if they learn to lay themselves—heart and souls—on the line for each other.

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Casting the Spotlight on Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks  Liana Brooks would like to SCUBA dive Europa (that moon around Jupiter), but with the NASA shuttle program shut down she’s resorted to writing science fiction instead. She likes southern beaches, warm weather, sharks, and striped socks. Her superhero romance series started with Evan Villains Fall in Love and continues with Even Villains Go to the Movies. For those who prefer their romance without a side order of spandex she’s written Prime Sensations (part of the Tales From the SFR Brigades anthology) and Fey Lights.

You can find Liana on the web at www.lianabrooks.com, on Twitter as @LianaBrooks, or on Facebook under the same name.

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EvenVillansMoviesPRfront_200x300When your mother is America’s Superhero Sweetheart and your daddy’s the Number One Super Villain, you grow up feeling a little conflicted.

Angela Smith has superpowers—nothing that will ever make her comic-book famous—but her ability to psychically sense and manipulate the emotions of people around her has drawn unwanted government attention. Forced to choose between her quiet life as a teacher under constant surveillance or the life of a rogue, she chooses the latter. She plans to hide out in sunny Los Angeles where being a blue-eyed blonde won’t make anyone bat a false eyelash.

Silver screen star by day, superhero by night, Arktos is a triple-threat. He can fly, freeze anything, and see glimpses of the future, all of which he needs to keep the city of Los Angeles safe, but which does nothing for his social life. When a frightening vision of an explosion leads him to rescue a damsel in distress, he finds himself trading Shakespearean insults with a rogue.

Angela knows just how dangerous well-intentioned superheroes can be: one tried to kill her family when she was young. Arktos knows he should hand the rogue over to Company justice; it’s not safe for someone like her to be in the middle of a fight.

But they can’t seem to stay apart. And together, they just might be able to melt all the obstacles standing between true love for a hero and a villain.

Buy: Even Villains Go To The Movies (Heroes and Villains Book 2)

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Angela tossed the red curls of her wig and parked Luiz’s bike in the alley behind the conference center. She hadn’t put on her Rage getup since arriving in L.A., but tonight the mental screams of terror echoing from the center warranted the kind of investigation that would attract questionable attention.

Tight black jeans, a bright red tank top that matched her hair, and a leather duster that was too heavy for the L.A. heat were a start. She’d added a black domino mask that obscured the shape of her nose and cheekbones when she’d moved to New York, because no one needed to see their favorite school teacher beating down the local thugs. The heart and star pendant around her neck— a little invention of her Daddy’s that would shield her from most things—completed the outfit.

The “most” still worried her some days.

Terror radiated from the building, escalating until the headache tearing into her brain was a living fire. Whatever was happening, she would hit back. Hard.

Checking to make sure the alley was empty, Angela sauntered toward the back door and hoped someone inside had been kind enough to leave it open. More often than not the people hired to cater at these places would stick a rock in the door to keep it from locking every time they slipped out for fresh air.

If not she could always pick the lock. Angela sighed. The whole point of moving away from her sisters was to avoid a life filled with crime and superheroes.

Angela reached for the door and someone hit her. A breeze ruffled her wig and she found herself on her back in the alleyway, staring up at a masked man. No hate tainted the aura around him, nothing that suggested that he was dangerous except that he was bigger than her.

She raised an eyebrow. “Hello?”

The man took a deep breath. “Hi.” He smelled like mint.

“I’m new to the area, so I’m not familiar with the protocol when you’re jumped by a masked man in an alleyway. Is there a secret handshake or something?” she asked, sarcastically.

“I’m here to save your life.”

Angela looked around for signs of danger. The man was the only thing in the alley, and he was cradling her, hand cushioning her head, muscular arms suspending him in a pushup so his body weight wasn’t resting on her.

“Right. What danger am I in, exactly?”

“The door is going to explode and kill you,” he said in a very serious tone.

She lifted her head to peer over his shoulder at the door. It was a mistake. The movement meant gyrating under him in his spandex suit, and she caught a whiff of cologne, soap, and clean sweat. His emotions shifted, becoming tinged with desire and arousal.

Angela cleared her throat and lay back down, trying to put space between herself and her captor. “Mm hmm. Tell you what, let me up and I’ll help you find your doctor. I bet someone is very worried about you missing your medicine.”

Buy: Even Villains Go To The Movies (Heroes and Villains Book 2)

Scarlett Legacy by Shelli Rosewarne

Hi all.

It’s wonderful to be here today with my new release, Scarlett Legacy. It’s a paranormal romance, inspired by the fairytale of Little Red Riding Hood – but this one is definitely not for children! Now, my Big Bad Wolf is bad in a whole different way, so I thought I would share a few mini excerpts, as well as my top ten reasons why the poor wolf is just misunderstood, and is actually much more fun than Prince Charming any day!

  1. Wolves can play the hero too. Well, sort of!

She was lost, he realized. Well, that was just perfect. His teeth bared in a wicked smile, he could go and “rescue” her. She would think he was Prince Charming when actually he was the big bad wolf.

  1. You can still get the honest-to-goodness castle (come on, be honest, wasn’t that half the Prince Charming appeal?). This Big Bad Wolf has obviously moved up in the world!

Grey stone rose up from the thick trees, topped with actual turrets and what looked like a round tower on one side. The tower and roofs were a reddish slate and the only windows she could see on the upper levels were narrow slits. It was incredible, like something out of a fairytale, or a gothic novel, and for a long moment Natalia simply gaped at in surprise and amazement. Wow.

  1. If you’ve ever loved wolves, you get to go up-close-and-personal with your own one. Cool, if a little scary? Besides, it’s like getting a two in one deal – who doesn’t love a bargain?

Eventually she had to shift, her cramped muscles protesting at her, and he shook himself like a dog and jumped to his feet. Natalia couldn’t stop staring at him in wonder. It was just so unreal. She had always adored wolves at the zoo and on television, so in one way it was crazy to be so close to one, and then even crazier to think it was actually a person. She shook her head. This had to be one of the oddest nights of her life.

  1. No one messes with his woman. Who doesn’t go gooey for a bit of alpha male?

Damian slowly crouched down next to the man, aware that the village street had gone eerily still. Any number of wolves would back him in an instant but it wasn’t needed. Kevin’s crisp shirt was muddied, his immaculate hair mussed, and the man looked ridiculously pathetic as he sat gasping in the dirt. Damian calmly let the wolf rise, let the other man see the animal lurking behind his eyes, and when Kevin cringed back in fear, Damian spoke, “That was for cheating on Natalia. If you ever hurt her again, I will kill you. Do you understand?”

  1. He can still be a big softie at times (just don’t tell anyone!).

“You’re actually here,” she whispered, complete disbelief in her voice. “You came.”

“I said I would,” he replied and, because he couldn’t stop himself from touching her, ran his finger down the petal soft skin of her cheek. Lightly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he looked down at her. Her eyes closed a moment, and when she opened them again, they were watery.

“Why would you do that?”

He was surprised she’d asked why rather than how, but he answered her as honestly as he could. “Because I couldn’t not do.”

  1. What a deep voice you have! The better to greet you with.

His voice was deep, rich, with a slight accent running through it. She could feel it rubbing down her spine like velvet.

I am a total sucker for a deep voice, throw in the accent too and I’m a puddle on the floor.

  1. What big eyes you have. The better to see you with.

He was tall, taller than her, which was a rarity. Kevin had always complained that she towered over him when she wore heels, but this man had a good foot on her! He obviously worked out; camouflage combat pants encased long legs and a knitted sweater clung to broad shoulders and what she could tell was a defined chest even through the layers. Jet black hair hung in surprisingly shaggy locks to his shoulders, but it suited him, framing a rugged face with chiseled features and the strangest eyes she’d ever seen—a deep amber color that seemed to hold her mesmerized.

Hmm, yes please! Now, what was I saying?

  1. What big hands you have! The better to grab you with.

Now, even putting aside the theory about big hands, who doesn’t want to be grabbed by a rather yummy wolf.

            He returned her kiss with equal fervor and lifted her out of the folds of her dress and flipped her onto her stomach over a nearby tree trunk. For a moment, she squeaked in protest and then he pushed down on her back with one large hand, while with the other he slid two fingers deep inside her slick center.

  1. What a big mouth/teeth you have! The better to eat you with.

*ahem* yeah, I’m not going there! Use your imagination.

Now, you may have noticed I’ve only got to number nine there – so help me out! What do you think would be the best thing about the Big Bad Wolf. Bonus points if you can sneak a bad pun in there J Or if you can’t think of one, just share with me your favourite fairytale and what you like about it.

Thanks loads for having me today – and I really hope I’ve converted you a little to the benefits of my wolves! If you want to catch up with me elsewhere, I’m on:

Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Shelli-Rosewarne/364962230246715

Twitter – @shellirosewarne

Blog – http://shellirosewarne.wordpress.com

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ScarlettLegacy_200x300Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

When Natalia rents a holiday cottage she is looking for peace and quiet. A place to reassess her life and recover from her failed relationship. Instead, she finds a man who turns her world upside down.

However, people and things are not as they seem, and Natalia begins to discover that legends are real and fairy tales have a basis in reality. As she grows closer to the enigmatic Damian, she finds herself tested as danger and passion go in hand in hand, and everything she thought she knew about the world will be questioned.

After years of waiting Damian had given up hope that he would ever meet his destined mate, and he certainly never expected her to be a sassy American who had no idea that his world even existed. Can he convince Natalia to believe in the impossible, and more importantly, can he protect her from those who seek to destroy his people?

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Excerpt

Natalia eyed the shining water with fresh appreciation. She had to admit it would be nice to do something to take her mind away from all the crap.

“I didn’t bring a suit,” she murmured, a bit regretfully.

His grin turned wicked. “You don’t need one. There’s no one around.”

She glared at him. “You’re around!”

“I won’t look.” His eyes were teasing.

Yeah, right! She snorted. “I don’t believe you!”

“Okay, how about this. I may look, but I promise I won’t touch. Unless you ask me to, of course.”

Natalia burst out laughing, surprising herself. Ten minutes ago, she’d been sobbing her eyes out.

His gaze softened. “Come on, you could do with it.”

The water did look calm, she thought as she eyed it up. “You’re sure it’s safe for swimming?”

“Sure, I used to come here as a kid.”

She shot him a quick glance at that. It was hard to imagine him as an innocent child. He grinned back at her as though he knew exactly what she thinking—which, quite frankly, shouldn’t surprise her after today, but she wasn’t going to go there right now.

“Look, if you’re that bothered leave your underwear on. It’s such a warm day you’ll dry out afterward.”

Really, it wasn’t much different than a bikini, was it? She found herself nodding before she thought better of it and he reached a hand down to tug her to her feet. A half smile tugged at her lips. It might be a bit old-fashioned, but she liked the little gestures he made like that. Then he pulled his shirt over his head and she stopped breathing.

His body was like something out of a magazine, or like the Greek statues at the museums she’d been to for tedious fundraisers. Bronzed skin covered sculpted muscles with a dusting of hair leading down into his pants—which, oh Christ, were coming off as well! She closed her eyes a moment, and then couldn’t help herself and had to peek. So much for wondering whether he was going to keep on his underwear as he wasn’t wearing any. He seemed completely comfortable in his nakedness, and when he bent over to neatly place his clothes on the rock she had to clench her hands to restrain from reaching out to that tight ass. Jeez, you could market that! He turned back to meet her gaze and her cheeks flamed at the knowing amusement in his eyes. Before her fuddled brain could even start to think of something to say, he leaned forward and brushed a quick, hard kiss across her lips.

“Don’t worry. You have the exact same effect on me,” he whispered to her and then stepped back. “See you in there,” he told her with a grin, before turning and jumping off the rock straight into the shining water.

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Writing Tips with Franny Armstrong

I’m author Franny Armstrong, ParaNovelGirl. Para stands for paranormal, as in psychic abilities, Novel…well, it speaks for itself. As for Girl, I decided that even though I’m a woman, girl sounds so much better. There, now you know my secret. lol

I’ve learned a TON over the past twelve years as a professional writer. The what DON’T do’s tend to outrank the DO do’s. As in spelling do’s. (NOT a word) Honest.

As a Canadian, I write in the US version of English. Colour becomes color, and about isn’t truly aboot, like Americans think we Canadians sound it out.

The most important thing to remember before submitting your works, is to make sure your grammar and punctuation are perfected. Nothing ticks off an agent/editor more, than finding a plethora of mistakes in a manuscript.

Next, check your plot out as you write. There must be a thrilling beginning, a critically exciting middle, and a smashing end to the happily ever after story. Fun WOW?

The first page has to capture the reader’s attention and hold it. There’s nothing like a hot page turner to keep a reader on the edge of their seat. If they like your ‘hook’, they’ll continue to turn the pages. Setting a nice fast pace is important as well. Too much description of the background or of the room the hero/heroine is in can kill a story before it begins. Give it some spice by adding a few tidbits of information at a time. This will help the reader follow your lead.

One of the critical things to remember is that, even if you receive a rejection letter, don’t be shy about sending a ‘thank you for your time’ email, or a kind email asking what you need to work on to have them accept you. Some editors/agents will give you a second chance. TAKE IT!

There are many more things to remember, but we only have so many things to list in a short blog. Always use your manners, and never cut down the editor/agent online. Words travel fast, and the walls have ears. Once you post your thoughts, they stay on the WWW for all to see.

Best wishes for success, and remember one more critical thing: NEVER GIVE UP! No matter how many times you get rejected. Instead of crying over spilt milk, remember to ask questions to find out why you’re work was refused. Follow up, and always be polite. That’s it in a nutshell. Do you want to be successful? What would you do make this happen?

Sincere thanks for visiting this blog.

Franny Armstrong

www.paranovelgirl.com

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Jinn & Toxic Print Cover 200x300A team that doesn’t exist…

Toxic Tango Troop is an elite team of soldiers who are betrayed by one of their own. Their goal is to prevent shipments of illegal drugs to North America. The team struggles to find the teammates, missing after they scatter to evade capture. The government won’t acknowledge the team, so they’re on their own.

She is a military secret…

Jinn Dennison takes the place of her identical twin sister, Julie, a soldier on the team. They think she’s dead. Jinn shows up to save her sister Julie, whom she knows is alive. She races against time to find her before it’s too late. Using her psychic abilities, she connects with Julie who she hasn’t seen since they were ten years old, but someone is blocking their silent communications.

He believes she’s a traitor…

Tab ‘Toxic’ McIntosh has a special gift that is top secret. He captures Jinn then uses her as bait to stop the Iceman, a notorious drug runner, and unearth the traitor. Tab’s sister, Tara, was kidnapped from a resort, and he wants her back at all costs. Things get complicated when Jinn and Tab fall in love.

Can Jinn and Toxic battle against all odds to win the day, or will they die trying? Time is of the essence in this fast paced adventure where anything can happen.

Buy: Jinn & Toxic (Toxic Tango Troop Book 1)

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Franny Armstrong Author PicFranny Armstrong Bio

Franny Armstrong is a mother of three and a grandmother of four. Her husband supports her imagination and has the patience of a saint. Her characters are well rounded and share her wacky sense of humor.

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BLOG - http://www.paranovelgirl.blogspot.com

Excerpt: The Midwife’s Moon by Leona Bushman

Midwife's Moon_200x300Blurb:

An ex-lover on trial, life as a newly formed werewolf, and a passion kindled; what’s a girl to do? Released from depraved control of a psychotic lupa, free to find his mate, and a passion kindled; what’s a man to do?

Lisa Sanchez is having a bad couple of years. She was betrayed by her lover and made into a werewolf but she’s making the best of her new life…except when it comes to love. Lisa is out of luck in that department until Lance arrives in her not-so-perfect life.

Lance Navarro once saved his mate from the clutches of his ruthless pack leader by hiding her in a rival pack. Then the packs merged and things got interesting.

Can Lisa accept that Lance is to be her new mate, and get past the betrayal of the last wolf who made promises? Can Lance protect her from the vindictive pack leader? Or will they end up sharing an early grave?

Buy: The Midwife’s Moon (The War of the Weres Book 2)

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His hands started shaking, his breathing hitched, and his senses came to full alert. What’s triggered my wolf? Cautious even though he didn’t sense immediate danger, he began searching his surroundings. As his heart rate increased and a surge of sexual excitement hit him, he panicked. Had his time with Roxy made him so sick he equated danger with sex?

That can’t be right. He always feared sex with Roxy. His body reacted, but his mind never got excited. Wary now, he sniffed the air and all at once, it hit him. She was nearby. His mate. The one who didn’t know him, but he knew her wolf form. The sound of gentle laughter trickled in the wind, engorged with sadness to his ears. Melancholy he recognized, for he’d laughed like that. Laughed and smiled to hide the pain.

Now his heart restricted and plugged his ears as a roaring sound filled them. His wolf snarled within him and wanted to attack whatever caused such sadness in his mate. He walked faster, wanting a glimpse of the woman who was his mate. Still he couldn’t see her. A group of people walked ahead of him nearly to the door. She must be among them. Worried he’d lose her, he started to run, and the fear from the group escalated. They moved inside quickly with only a man turning his face to him.

Lance slowed back to a walk and went in, his shoulders hunched, hands in pockets to appear unthreatening. The warehouse, jammed from one end to the other except around the center raised half-circle, echoed with voices, shouts, anger, jealousy, and fright. He tried to pinpoint the fright as it felt so misplaced. Every wolf in here should smell the fear and react, yet only he seemed concerned.

A loud clanging in his head nearly drove him to his knees. An old-fashioned clock with metal ticking noises had taken up residence in his eardrums and did not look to be leaving any time soon. He fisted his hands in his pockets and looked around. Was he the only one who could hear the minutes counting down?

The crowd around him receded, and the noise in his eardrums became his focus. He followed his instincts and moved slowly as if in a dream. A petite woman in a black overcoat stood in front of him. He reached out to touch her shoulder, but she turned and looked at him.

Her eyes widened in shock as did his. His hand, still suspended where he’d intended to touch her to get her attention, moved up to her bronze cheek, caressing softly. The deep brown eyes gazed at him in wonder before closing up to him. He saw it as clear as day even as he told himself he imagined it. She hadn’t moved, hadn’t flinched, but she had closed down—except for the one brilliant moment when their souls met.

Buy: The Midwife’s Moon (The War of the Weres Book 2)

Bio: Leona Bushman goes by many names but the most well-known one is superhero. She earned this name from saving a kangaroo from a tree—and yes that is as hard as it sounds. The dragons taught their queen how to write, and Queen Leona hasn’t looked back, even when her muse tries to muck things up.

She can be found goofing off and loving dragons and other creatures of the supernatural at these places:

Twitter: @L_Bushman
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorLeonaBushman

Review: Lord of the Hunt (Court of Annwyn, Book 2) by Shona Husk

lord of the huntReviewed by Sharon S.

She Wasn’t Cut Out for His World…

The realm of the fairies might be unbelievably beautiful, but its people are notoriously treacherous. Raised among mortals, Taryn hoped to avoid her fairy heritage her whole life. But now she must cross over to Annwyn and appeal to the King to pardon her exiled parents, or they’re sure to die. And to get to the King, she’ll first have to face the Lord of the Hunt…

He Can’t Imagine Life Without Her…

Verden, Lord of the Hunt, is sworn to serve to King. But the moment he sees Taryn, the attraction is instant and devastating. How can he not help the beautiful, brave young woman who refuses to bend to the will of the court? Yet the power in Annwyn is shifting, its magic failing. No matter how much he may love Taryn, the Hunter knows that abandoning his duty could bring down the mortal world forever.

I have reviewed all three books in Shona’s Goblin series and both books in her Court of Annwyn series. I am not a big paranormal romance reader, but I love Shona’s writing and stories. I have never been disappointed by her books. I was so excited when she decided to write a series about the Fae. They are my favorite supernatural characters. Lord of the Hunt is Verden’s story. We briefly met Verden in book 1 Outcast Prince. He was cold and ridged in his ways, but I knew there was more to him. This book can be read as a stand-alone.

Verden has only lived in Annwyn, traveling into the human realm only when his job as the Hunter required it. He never mixed with humans. He has spent his whole life playing the games of the court, lying and gambling to reach the highest status the King could bestow. His loyalty to the King has been unwavering until now. Taryn is fairy, but was raised in the human world because her father was banished before her birth, and her mother followed because she loved him more than her loyalty to the King and his court. Taryn has also had to pretend and lie about who she was so she could fit in with the humans, but it was nothing compared to the games she would have to play in Annwyn.

Annwyn is dying because the King and Queen’s relationship is failing and full of nothing but hate and resentment. Their son and heir Prince Felan hasn’t found a human wife yet, therefore the power can’t seamlessly shift to him and bring Annwyn back in balance. The failing of Annwyn also has dire consequences for the human realm. Taryn goes to Annwyn to get the King to lift her father’s banishment so her family can come back to Annwyn and not die in the power shift that is coming. Taryn is a fish out of water in fairy and must quickly learn how to play the court games and politics. Failure would most certainly result in her death there. Taryn’s innocence touches a forgotten part of Verden that had been buried by the numbness of life at Court. He struggles with his loyalty to the King and the life he fought so hard for and the unknown of love and freedom with Taryn.

I love the world Husk has created in this series. There is enough world building complexity to satisfy the urban fantasy lover in me as well as feed the addiction for my favorite romance troupe, forbidden love. The sexual tension built between Verden and Taryn while they had to hide their feelings for each other at Court made those moments when they could be together much more intense. They pain they both go through breaks your heart. Yes, I shed some tears. This book also set up the next one about Prince Felan and his quest to win back the only woman he has ever loved.

Rating: ★★★★½

Buy: Lord of the Hunt (Annwyn)

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Review: To Love and Serve (Vampire Reborn, Book 2) by Caridad Pineiro

ToLoveAndServeReviewed by Lynn Reynolds

The paranormal action starts right from the first paragraph. In my opinion, this is one of those series that you will want to read in order. You could try reading this one first but a lot of things make more sense if you read For Love or Vengeance first. Although Caridad does state that this can be read as a standalone.

Diana Reyes is an agent for the FBI who also happens to like vampires. She has a vampire lover named Ryder Latimer. There is a mystery that is unfolding that may involve slayer, vampire, and human to get it solved. As you read, you will see that Ryder has more faith in Diana then she does in herself.

This is a genre that you have to respect what the author does in order to develop their stories. I’m sure that some research was involved since our author is also creating her story during what appears to be current times. But she must have a really great imagination since a lot of what she creates doesn’t actually exist.

While I was reading this book, I happened to be listening to Queen’s song “We Are the Champions” and it just seemed so apropos for what seems to be going down. Listening to Freddie Mercury and his group just seemed so perfect for this latest book in the Vampire Reborn Series. I could picture them playing in the bar that the vampires like to frequent. It also makes me wonder if Caridad listens to any music as she writes. And if she does, does it influence her characters behavior.

Our author also had me thinking that this would be a great paranormal CSI or Criminal Minds TV show. I’d be one of those viewers that would watch it religiously. The only thing I couldn’t think of was what actors would play what parts. And then we could have a Queen theme song – instead of The Who.

You will find that Caridad has the suspense and mystery continue almost to the very end of the book. When the ending comes, you’ll be left with a smile on your face. And you will be left wanting to know what she has in store for her readers next. While I was doing some search of the Internet, I got some images that popped up. Some of the images were when they took a baby doll and added fangs to it. Maybe it was because they looked so fake but I can’t picture any vampire babies with fangs – hmm, maybe that’s what our author has in store for us. In the meantime, this is a must read. And the good news is there’s another book coming out next month.

Rating: ★★★★½

Buy: To Love and Serve (The Vampire Reborn Series) (Entangled Ignite)