Author Jo March

July 30, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Clarissa could never have foreseen the magic a simple hatter could bring to her life.

As queen of Wonderland, Clarissa should have been secure in her position, but Alice sought to change all that. A clause in the dead king’s will only serves to spur on their childhood rivalry. Alice will stop at nothing to take the throne for herself.  The best laid plans can go awry though and it’s only a matter of time until the true queen of Wonderland will be crowned for good.

 

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“Who are you?”

“I’m just a simple hatter, miss. Newly arrived here to ply my trade at court.”

“Interesting. Well, don’t let me keep you…”

At her dismissive tone, the hatter raised his eyes and stared at her for a moment. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re awfully bossy? I’m sure the queen herself isn’t as bossy as you!”

“Not lately, no, and since you are new here, you may want to wait until you meet the queen to decide what she’s like.” Stepping to one side on the path, she cocked her head at the exit. “I believe you were just leaving?”

Slowly he walked toward her, closing the distance between them until he towered over her. Realizing that it might not be safe to be alone with this stranger, she was tempted to take a step backward, but one look at the expression on his face showed that he was expecting her to be intimidated. Resolutely she stood her ground. Staring defiantly up at him, she crossed her arms defensively across her chest.

“Am I in your way?”

“Not at all.” And with that he dropped his lips to hers. The kiss was gentle at first—their mouths the only point of contact between them—but within moments, his tongue had teased her lips apart and his hands were buried in her hair, drawing her nearer. Of their own volition, her hands explored the planes of his chest through the cotton shirt he wore, and her fingers memorized every detail.

Without warning he pulled away, his breathing ragged. His gaze bore into hers and she felt as if he were reading every thought that flashed across her mind. Her heart fluttered like a trapped butterfly in her chest—the sound so loud that she felt sure he must be able to hear it. With extraordinary gentleness, he ran the back of his hand slowly down her cheek before stepping quietly past her and leaving the garden.

 

Author Interview:

First, can you let us know what projects you are currently working on? I’m currently working on a few things, but possibly the most relevant is a full-length romance novel. The others are in totally different genres. I find it helps to be able to change tracks completely when I’m stuck.

How do you fit writing into your schedule? What does your workspace look like? My schedule is quite crazy as I’m self employed, have a few contract clients and also volunteer with a local non-profit. I try to make a little time every day to do some writing, but that isn’t always possible and so it often ends up being a case of binge-writing over a weekend! At home, I have a laptop table in the lounge, but at the office I have a desk which doubles as a paperwork breeding program!

Do you do a lot of research for your stories? What is the most interesting thing you have learned? Some of them don’t need much research or they’re set so firmly in the realms of imagination that it’s impossible to do any, but for my current work in progress I needed to find out more about the inner workings of small town Fire stations. I was fortunate enough to be put in touch with an amazing officer in the States who has been invaluable to me. As for the most interesting thing I’ve ever learned? Well… everything new you learn is interesting *grin*

Are you a plotter or do you write as it comes? Do your characters start with names or do they have to have personalities before they can be named? I write totally off the cuff and actually find it fascinating that people can plot out whole books. About as close as I come is when it comes to pacing. I often write the opening to book 2 in a series so that I know how long book 1 needs to be. My characters develop as I write about them. They usually have names to begin with, but occasionally as I learn more about them, there may be a tweak or two….

What do you want readers to take away after reading one of your stories? What do you want them to feel?| What attracts me to this genre is the romance, the love story. I would hope that readers would be left feeling happy and that they could share in that feeling of love.

What genre would you love to write but haven’t yet? Is there one you would shy away from? I will never write horror. It’s just not something I’m comfortable with at all. I don’t read it or watch it and I don’t understand why people would want to be scared. So far though, I’ve tried writing in quite a few of my favourite genres and will probably continue to experiment.

Do you have any hobbies that you do in your spare time? Is there something you would love to learn but haven’t had the chance yet? I love to make cards and I also love to cook and bake. It’s very rewarding! I would love to learn how to crochet. My Gran was a true artist and I regret that I never asked her to teach me.

What kinds of advice would you give a new writer? Is there anything that you have learned that you can pass on to someone just starting out? I would recommend that a writer writes first for themselves. After all, if YOU don’t like the story, why should a reader? After that, keep writing. You will grow and evolve and no matter how many setbacks you may have, it’s important to keep at it!

What kinds of books will we find on your bookshelf? I have fairly eclectic taste. Everything from romance and chicklit to sci-fi and fantasy. I also have a passion for any books set in Tudor England!

Do you prefer to jump up and embrace the day or have a lazy breakfast in bed? I seldom have breakfast in bed, but when I have the opportunity, a good lay in is always top of my list! For the most part though, it’s “up and at ‘em” for me

What are three words you would use to describe yourself? Are they the same as family/friends would use? Creative, busy and organised chaos. According to my family “loyal, loving and talented” are their three words.

What is your favorite TV show? How about ones that you would stay away from? I love anything with the word “star” in and all police dramas. Again, it’s the thrillers and horrors and political dramas that I stay away from.

What is your favorite dessert? Do you make it yourself or order it out? I have yet to find a dessert that I hate… and I love to bake!!

What is your favorite childhood memory? I have so many. I have to say that my parents really are the most awesome and so it’s hard to pick just one. Walking on the beach in the rain, bed time stories, coffee left for me before my Dad left for work. I wouldn’t trade any of them!

 

 

Author Bio:

Jo March lives in her own Wonderland—a place filled with books, animals and plenty of ways to exercise her imagination and creativity. She cannot remember not wanting to be a writer and indulges whenever she can. She lives in Cape Town and considers it the most beautiful place in the world to live.

MJ O’Shea’s Impractical Magic

July 30, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Sequel to Newton’s Laws of Attraction Physics teacher Fenton Keene is looking forward to a summer of doing nothing but hanging out with friends and maybe getting into a little trouble. With his best friend out of town, trouble seems like the best option and it comes in the form of his building’s newest temporary resident, a gorgeous fireman named Kevin. Fen’s been attracted to men before, but this is the first time he’s considered acting on it. And act he does. Fen and Kevin have an intense summer fling. Just in time for Kevin to go home, more feelings develop than Fen can ignore, but they don’t stop Kevin from leaving. Once Kevin’s gone, Fen can’t stop thinking about him. That’s when reality sets in and Fen faces the difficulties of distance and fidelity, while Kevin balks at Fen’s reluctance to tell his friends and family. They just need to find a way to make their magic more practical.

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Excerpt:

“You mind if I sit here?”

Fen sat up at the sound of a low, smooth voice. He was disoriented for a second, sweating from the heat of the day but blind, stuck in muted gray. Then he remembered putting his T-shirt over his face when he felt it getting burned earlier. He dragged the fabric down and squinted at the sudden, overwhelming sunlight. A broad-shouldered dark blotch grew sharper by the second.

“Um, no. It’s fine,” he mumbled. He’d sat his book and his iPod on the deck chair next to him. He reached out and fumbled for them until a warm, calloused hand slid both items into his. “Thanks.”

The guy’s laugh was as low and sweet as his voice. “You okay?”

“Just a bit sun blind and I don’t have my contacts in so you pretty much look like a dark blurry mountain.”

“Uh, thanks, I think.” Another chuckle. And Fen wasn’t usually one to react to things strongly, but damn if that chuckle didn’t send a whole flock of shivers flying up his spine.

This guy has to be new.

Fen had been at the pool all morning. Hell, he’d been at the pool most days that week and in the building for over two years. He’d know if he’d heard a voice like that before. Especially with the way his body seemed to react to it.

Fen blinked at the hand that seemed to materialize out of nowhere right in front of his chest, which was still mournfully pale and freckling more than tanning. “I’m Kevin. Just moved into the building a few days ago.”

So he is new. Summer just got a bit more interesting. Fen checked himself. Wait, why did I think that?

He grasped Kevin’s big, long-fingered hand with his, a bit cautiously. “Fenton, but everyone calls me Fen.”

There were the shivers again. What the hell? He had to see this guy. But wait. That meant…. Fen wanted to groan.

The combination of the over-chlorinated pool and his contacts had made his eyes itch, so he’d simply slung his nerdy glasses on when he’d left for the pool earlier. Now he had to put them back on or else he’d stay in Blind City. But first he had to find the damn things. Fen swept his hands along the ground until he found his glasses. He shoved them on his face and stood so he wasn’t looking up at Mister Shivers from his back. Of course when he stood, it was on his tube of sunscreen, which then proceeded to squirt all over his other leg. He screamed and jumped like a little girl, and then wished he could disappear into the pool and never return.

Kevin chuckled. “You okay?”

“Other than being terminally awkward? Yes, I’m fine.” Fen wiped desperately at the thick spooge of lotion that had made its way all up the inside of his thigh and under his shorts. What a fantastic first impression he made.

“I like your glasses. They make you look smart.”

Fen decided the guy must be fucking with him. He looked up and just about choked. And they make you look like…. Dammmmnnnn.

Earlier shivers be damned. His whole body melted when Fen finally got a good long look at this not-so-mysterious new guy. Yeah. Damn was pretty much the only word his brain had room for. Tall, at least compared to Fen, with dark brown hair that curled up at the ends, big brown eyes, gorgeous smile, golden tanned skin, and his body… fuck. He looked young, probably not much out of the jailbait range, but Fen had to stop himself from drooling visibly. He was already drooling like a damn St. Bernard inside.

See, the thing was, Fen wasn’t exactly straight. Exactly.

He’d spent most of his teenage years panting over the girls who weren’t into his pale, skinny science-geek ass, but a few times he’d noticed when one of his friends stripped off his shirt, or when his college roommate came back from the shower with his towel slung low on his hips. He’d noticed… and maybe got a warm, melty feeling in his belly a time or two. But he’d never done anything about it. He didn’t know why. He just hadn’t. And he was twenty-nine, not a kid anymore, and there was this seriously fucking hot guy standing there, and… was he flirting? Fen didn’t even know. But for the first time ever his body really, really wanted to know. No little warm, melty feeling. That was like saying Niagara Falls was a leaky faucet.

“Uh,” he laughed awkwardly. Glasses. Right. We’re talking about my glasses. “Thanks. They’re pretty dorky.”

Kevin just shrugged and dropped into the seat next to Fen’s. That’s when Fen noticed there were at least six other empty loungers just as close to the pool as his and not next to anyone else.

Hmmmm. Interesting.

He sank back into his lounger, lay back, and closed his eyes again, determined not to make anything of it even if he wanted nothing more than to crawl into young Kevin’s lap and touch.

“Hey, you might want to put some more sunblock on—you know, on your shoulders instead of your leg.” Kevin chuckled. Fen wanted to groan. Like he didn’t get enough shit already from his friends for being a moron. Now Hot Guy was doing it too? “You’re getting kind of pink,” Kevin gestured at Fen’s chest.

Wanna help? Fen nearly choked on his own spit. That would go over super well in the first three minutes after they’d shaken hands.

“Thanks. Gotta love Irish skin.” He smiled—at least he hoped it looked like a smile and not some sort of breathy sigh—and reached for his bottle of 50 SPF. “You need any?” he asked, offering the bottle.

Suave. Seriously. Maybe next I can flop on my stomach and moan out “do me first.”

Kevin smiled. His grin was brilliant and easy and made him look so young and sweet and kissable. Fen wanted to kiss him. A lot. He thought.

“Thanks. I’m okay though,” Kevin said shyly. The shyness was cute, and totally at odds with a guy who obviously had no problem plunking himself down right to Fen when there were empty chairs all over the place.

Fen didn’t know what else to say, which was something that had seriously never happened to him before. He just shrugged and lay back on his chair for the third time. He wished he could come up with something witty—banter, flirtation, anything—to keep the conversation going with his suddenly shy new neighbor.

Yeah. He had nothing.

 

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“Impractical Magic is a charming, light-hearted story with depth. O’Shea’s knack for humorous dialogue and action shines through clearly in this book”

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“The scenes between Fen and Kevin are sweet and sexy. M.J. O’Shea is great at creating characters you can fall in love with and cheer for.  She does an awesome job of resolving the issues keeping them apart and giving Fen the HEA he so deserves.”

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Impractical Magic is mostly all about camaraderie, connection, and love.

And the ending is perfection wrapped in phyllo dough (like all the best things are). ”

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Author Bio:

I’m Mj O’Shea:) I grew up, and still live, in sunny Washington state in a little old house. While I love to visit other places, I can’t imagine calling anywhere else home.

I spent my childhood writing stories. Sometime in my early teens, the stories turned to romance. Most of those were about me, my friends, and our favorite movie and pop stars. Hopefully, I’ve come a long way since then!!

When I’m not writing, I love to go to concerts, hang out with my friends, play the  piano (and my other instruments), dance, cook, paint pictures, and of course read! I really, really like coffee and tea, nail polish and glittery sparkly things, headbands, hats, scarves and sunglasses!

I have two little dogs who sit with me when I write. Sometimes they come up with ideas for me too…when they’re not busy napping of course.

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Find My Way Home by Michele Summers

July 30, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

“This debut shows a lot of promise. Summers packs in a lot of emotion and off-the-charts sexual tension.” – RT Book Reviews

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She’s just the kind of drama
Interior designer Bertie Anderson has big dreams for her career, and they don’t include being stuck in her hometown of Harmony, North Carolina. One last client, and Bertie is packing up her high heels and heading for her dream job in Atlanta. But her plans are derailed by the gorgeous new owner of that big old Victorian she’s always wanted to renovate…

He’s vowed to avoid
For retired tennis pro Keith Morgan, Harmony is a far cry from fast-paced Miami—which is exactly the point. Keith is starting a new life for himself and his daughter Maddie, and he’s left the bright lights and hot women far behind. Bertie’s exactly the kind of curvaceous temptation he doesn’t need, and Keith refuses to let their sizzling attraction distract him from his goals. Keith and Bertie both have to learn that there’s more than one kind of escape, and it takes more than wallpaper to turn a house into a home.

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She’s just the kind of drama
Interior designer Bertie Anderson has big dreams for her career, and they don’t include being stuck in her hometown of Harmony, North Carolina. One last client, and Bertie is packing up her high heels and heading for her dream job in Atlanta. But her plans are derailed by the gorgeous new owner of that big old Victorian she’s always wanted to renovate…

He’s vowed to avoid
For retired tennis pro Keith Morgan, Harmony is a far cry from fast-paced Miami—which is exactly the point. Keith is starting a new life for himself and his daughter Maddie, and he’s left the bright lights and hot women far behind. Bertie’s exactly the kind of curvaceous temptation he doesn’t need, and Keith refuses to let their sizzling attraction distract him from his goals. Keith and Bertie both have to learn that there’s more than one kind of escape, and it takes more than wallpaper to turn a house into a home.

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please tell us a little bit about your current projects? Thanks for having me! This is so exciting. Find My Way Home is the first book in the Harmony Homecoming series and was great fun to write. My heroine, Bertie Anderson wants nothing more than to move away from her small, hometown and make it big as an interior designer. She’s only three weeks away from reaching her goal when she’s given the challenge to redesign the old Victorian in town she’s always dreamed about. But there’s a catch: she has to finish in three months with the reward of a huge bonus if she does. No probs. Easy peasy. Except her client is Keith Morgan, retired professional tennis player and bad boy of Miami.

Keith has moved to Harmony with a huge chip on his shoulder (along with a lot of guilt) in hopes of changing his life and making a better one for him and his ten-year old daughter. What he doesn’t expect is the small town quirkiness he encounters, his aunt’s ultimatum to get married, and his uncontrollable attraction to his maddening designer, Bertie.

Lots of laughs and love in this one!

When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer? There wasn’t one moment, but a series of reoccurring moments. I kept tinkering with a story in my head, telling myself that I should write a book. But as usual, I’d get busy and forget my goal. Until a hurricane hit Miami and I was stuck with no power and hours on my hands with nothing to do, I started writing my story down on a legal pad. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. It became a daily challenge to me. I needed to know if I could actually write an entire book from start to finish, and so the story goes. For me, the writing process is a series of challenges every day.

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day? Cherry Adair.  She said: Get in late and leave early. For every scene, that should be your goal. Once you’ve accomplished the point of the scene, it’s time to get out. It seems like easy advice, but for wordy, talky people like myself…it’s a struggle!

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you? My heroes need to be strong (not just physical) but strong in character, have a sense of humor, take-charge attitude, confidence and lots of heart.

 What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections? Oooo, this is a good one. I love to play tennis and can get a little fanatical about it. You want me on that tennis court, because I’m competitive and a much happier camper when I get off. However, I’ve been banned by my own kids from their matches, because my exuberant cheering embarrasses them. Reading is tops on my list along with knitting, needlepoint and watching movies. (sometimes I do all three simultaneously.)  And as an interior designer, I collect many home accessories. My two current obsessions are antique brown and white transferware and antique boxes, especially Chinese black lacquer boxes. Just writing about it makes me want to start hunting. Better stop.

 What has been your biggest adventure to date? I’m not big on adventures, because I’m way too cautious and practical which makes me boring. But I envy others and their adventures and always think…hmmm, maybe I’ll do that someday. I did travel through Europe studying WWI and WWII military strategies for over four weeks. Visited cemeteries and battlefields all over, including Germany, Czechoslovakia, Normandy, etc. And made stops at several concentration camps. Very sobering as well as informative. Had planned to study art history in Italy, but chose military history instead. Kind of adventuresome, right?

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why? I’d choose Mykonos, Greece because the idea of chilling and gazing at that gorgeous sapphire- blue water holds great appeal. I think I could get inspired to learn a new language, dance, garden, drool over hot Greek men…even write a book! And I’d eat Greek salad every day for every meal!

 When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes? I love good food, so I could be convinced to try almost anything with the exception of sheep eyeballs or maggots like Andrew Zimmern on Bizarre Foods. I’m very adventurous when someone else is doing the cooking, but not so much when I cook for my family. Tend to get in a rut and make the same meals over and over. Need to break out of that habit. Okay, next meal: stuffed duck roulade, um, I don’t think so…too much work.

 How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you? I would describe myself as funny, understanding, sweet, quiet, charming and loyal to a fault. My friends and family would describe me as entertaining, blunt, sarcastic, loud, impatient and bossy. I like my description way better!

What is your favorite comfort food? Anything with pasta. Love those carbs, but they don’t love me back.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it? My favorite season is spring/summer. Love warmer weather and blooming flowers. Not a fan of winter. At. All. I need sunshine and light. Daylight savings time renews me and makes me want to exercise even more.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without? Electricity. I’ve been without through many hurricanes and it’s not fun. Two weeks in the dead of summer is about my limit.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”? A night sail with dinner on a boat. Something about getting away on a starry night with sea breezes…

What project are you working on next? The second in the series, Not So New in Town releases January, 2015. Lucy Doolan begrudgingly returns home at her demanding step-sister’s request and thinks her life can’t suck any worse, until she runs into Brogan Reese, Harmony High’s football star, Homecoming King, Lucy’s mad crush and…her step-sister’s old boyfriend.

And finally, I’m writing the third one about Katie McKnight, a location scout from California, who discovers Harmony and spies the perfect house needed for the next teenage-horror-mini-series. Getting Vance Kerner, the homeowner to agree however poses problems. Laughter and love bloom in these upcoming books.

 Any place we can find you in person or on the net this month or next? You can find me on my website: www.michelesummers.com  and

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Michele-Summers/549145438478629

Twitter: https://twitter.com/michele_summers

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7274198.Michele_Summers

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/michelesummers5/

Thanks again for blogging with us! Thank you for allowing me to visit! This has been so much fun and your questions made me think and smile!

SEMPER MINE by Lizzy Ford

July 29, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Award Winning author, Lizzy Ford, gives us an emotional, sexy read with her first Sons of War novel, SEMPER MINE.

A Marine captain tortured by the death of his men in Iraq returns home and falls in love with the sister of one of the slain, who blames him for the massacre that killed her brother.  SEMPER MINE, is a standalone novel in the Sons of War contemporary military romance series.

 

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About SEMPER MINE:

“A freak accident landed both of the Khavalov twins under my command, just before a routine mission turned into a nightmare. I brought home one twin in a coffin and the other in a coma missing his leg. I did everything right – and still people died. I can’t forget that night or how many lives it changed, including mine.

 

It’s natural for their sister, Katya, to blame me. I made one decision in the middle of a firefight, and it shattered her sheltered world. I’m the ice to her fire, and when we first meet, it’s not pretty. I don’t fear war or death, and I am definitely not going to let a beautiful woman with a quick temper and broken heart scare me off, either. I know she’s hurting, and I’m determined to make sure she’s okay. It’s the least I can do for the twins.

 

I may have failed them that night, but I won’t fail her. What I’m not counting on: the feelings she ignites within me.” – Captain Sawyer Mathis

 

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Also in the Sons of War series: SOLDIER MINE, coming fall 2014!

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About Lizzy Ford:

Lizzy Ford is the author of over thirty books written for young adult and  adult romance readers, to include the internationally bestselling “Rhyn Trilogy,” “Witchling Series” and the “War of Gods” series. Lizzy has focused on keeping her readers happy by producing brilliant, gritty romances that remind people why true love is a trial worth enduring. Lizzy’s books can be found on every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords. She lives in southern Arizona with her husband, three dogs and a cat.

 

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LADY LUCK by Kristen Ashley

July 29, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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LADY LUCK by Kristen Ashley (July 29, 2014; Forever Mass Market)

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Is love in the cards? Since birth, Lexie Berry has had nothing but bad luck. Orphaned at an early age, she had a rough childhood and a boyfriend who was murdered. Now the beautiful, stylish Lexie is determined to change her luck and her life. But first she’s got to make good on a promise: to pick up Ty Walker from prison. One look at the gorgeous ex-convict and Lexie knows she’s in trouble-and already thinking about taking a walk on the wild side . . .  For five years, Ty was imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit. Now he wants revenge on the people who framed him. Yet when the high-stakes poker player sees the leggy Lexie, he suddenly has other desires on his mind. Realizing that Ty is innocent, Lexie tries to stop his plan for vengeance and help him become a better man. But as Ty battles his inner demons, dirty cops and criminals plot to take him out. Can he and Lexie find a way to escape the past?

 

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Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake. Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.  And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

 

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LUCIEN, the fourth novel in Celeste Prater’s Fueled by Lust series

July 28, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

Celeste Prater is back with another novel featuring those sexy Fueled by Lust alien alpha males!

Tana Jameson meets the Insedi Emperor Lucien Tarquinius in LUCIEN, the fourth novel in Celeste Prater’s Fueled by Lust series, now available via Siren/BookStrand and coming soon to major e-retailers.

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About LUCIEN:

Emperor Lucien Tarquinius agrees to retrieve the future king of a race that annihilated every Insedi female and doomed his planet’s future. Why would he do such a thing? Simple. He cannot have his enemy retake the throne and continue the war against Insedivertus. Yet, an unexpected encounter changes everything.

Just one day away from collecting the reluctant ruler, the royal transport inexplicably disappears from its flight path. As the empire scrambles to find their missing emperor, Lucien embarks on a journey that challenges his intellect, tests his endurance, and pushes his emotions to the breaking point.

Tana Jameson wonders who she pissed off to warrant an investigative assignment aboard a cargo ship in the middle of the Atlantic. A moment of curiosity jettisons her into an alien world beyond her imagination and directly into the arms of a man stepping right out of her wildest fantasy.

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Excerpt 3 from FUELED BY LUST: LUCIEN by Celeste Prater

He Is Here

Lucien was unable to control his raucous laughter mixing with the others. Even Altair showed a little bit of teeth from that unexpected and lengthy comment.

The merriment instantly cut short when the ship rocked violently to the left and dumped them all onto the floor. The room tilted to a ninety-degree angle while everyone clung to the bolted tables and cursed the gods. Lucien barely snatched his handheld from the air before it could slam into Haemon’s cheek. Just as quickly, the ship righted and fell deathly silent. The room plunged into complete darkness. The hum of the emergency lighting engaging broke the tense silence.

“Gods damn!” Keos shouted. “Are you okay, my emperor?”

Attempting to assess the critical situation, Lucien nodded briefly. “Yes. I’m fine. See to the others.”

Keos had taken no more than two steps and the ship lurched forward and halted. Everyone grabbed the tables and hung on for another tilt that didn’t occur. The ship’s engines howled to a loud whine and the room shook briefly before quieting again. When nothing more happened, Lucien heard mumbled curses and watched shadowy bodies moving to an area with the greatest lighting.

Minutes passed while every warrior checked each other for damage. Relief suffused the group to find only bruises and small cuts. Lucien made quick strides to the galley door while issuing commands over his shoulder.

“Eryx, Keos. Come with me. The rest of you check the ship for damage and report to me within the hour. Go.”

Lucien strode quickly down the corridor and stopped in front of the guest quarters. He pounded on the door. “Ulixes! Are you in there?” Punching the entry pad, Lucien entered and searched the darkness for signs of the Protonecian. Items lay scattered about the floor, but there was no sign of him. When he turned to leave, a muffled sound drifted from the bath facility.

Eryx was first to the door. Flinging it wide, he peered inside and glanced back over his shoulder. He said, “He is here,” before slipping inside. Moments later, he backed out with his arms wrapped around Ulixes’s bare chest.

 

About Celeste Prater:

I was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than my small Texas town, I joined the Marines, which satisfied my craving to see more of the U.S. and drive to see if I could be one of the few and the proud.

 

A firm believer in educating the mind, I have achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a Masters of Science.

 

My true love is writing erotic romance, especially about alien hunks that know how to treat their females.

 

Drusus, Severus, Cato, Lucien, Petrus, Maxim, Caelius, and many more have swirled in my dreams until I had to bring them to life and allow them to find love within the pages of the FUELED BY LUST book series.

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Author Stephanie Rowe

July 28, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

“Suspense, danger, evil, life threatening situations, magic, hunky Calydons, humor, fantasy, mystery, scorching sensuality, romance and love – what more could you ask for in a story? Readers – take my advice – do not miss this dark, sexy tale!” – Dottie Jones, RJ Review

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DARKNESS POSSESSED (An Order of the Blade Novel) by Stephanie Rowe

 

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A fatal mistake stripped Zach Roderick of the powers that define him, leaving him a tormented shadow of the warrior he once was. Now, his teammate’s life depends on Zach resurrecting the fire that once burned within him. As he undertakes a battle he has no way to win, he is derailed by a tempestuous beauty that awakens in him the dark desires that destroyed him once before.

 

The scars etched on Rhiannon Diaz’s soul are so deep that she will never again be free. The once-powerful guardian is facing her last and greatest battle, and failure means a return to a sexual enslavement that is far worse than death. Her intense and passionate need for the powerful warrior who has vowed to protect her threatens the very foundation of her survival, but his refusal to abandon her drags them both into a world where wild, untamed passion rages, and surrender is their only chance.

 

All books in the Order of the Blade series are intended to be standalones that can be read in any order. The chronological reading order, however, is as follows: DARKNESS AWAKENED, DARKNESS SEDUCED, DARKNESS SURRENDERED, FOREVER IN DARKNESS, DARKNESS REBORN, DARKNESS ARISEN, DARKNESS UNLEASHED, INFERNO OF DARKNESS, DARKNESS POSSESSED (Available July 28, 2014).

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Sneak Peak

The jungle smelled rich with the dampness of fertile soil. The trees were alive with the chatter of birds and the rustle of animals. Rhiannon closed her eyes and breathed deeply as she let the power of her birthplace roll over her and seep into her body. The freshness of the air seemed to cleanse her of all the grime and pollution that had accumulated during her years of living in civilization. She could almost feel her cells coming back to life and embracing the deep nourishment of the land she was meant to live in.

 

She went down on one knee and crumbled some dirt between her fingers, watching the rich, brown loam fall back to the ground from which it had come. To her surprise, she felt her throat tighten, and tears burned in her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed being home. It had been two days since she had left Boston. After much hard traveling, she’d almost reached the region that had once given her life…and then betrayed her.

 

A sudden sound broke through her focus and she went utterly still, listening intently. Another sound, quiet yet heavy, came from her right, and she recognized it instantly as the footstep of a creature that was too big to be a human, but could easily be a heavily armed Calydon. Without taking time to stand, she pivoted on her knee as she swept an arrow out of her quiver and pulled her crossbow off her shoulder. In less than a millisecond she nocked an arrow and had it pointing at the cluster of bushes from which the sound had come.

 

She knew she was in the open more than she wanted to be, but relocating into the trees would attract more attention than staying completely still. Her mottled brown and green cargo pants and jacket would help her blend into her surroundings. Even her crossbow still retained the colors of the jungle that had once been her home.

 

There was silence. No movement followed the steps that she had heard, which made her tension rise even further. Whatever it was had become aware of her, and it was waiting for her to move in the same way she was anticipating its next step.

 

Penetrating silence prevailed, each trying to outwait the other. The muscles in her arms began to tremble, and she realized how out of shape she was. There had been a time when she had been able to hold her bow at the ready for hours, outwaiting even the most patient of enemies. Now, it had been less than a minute and already her arms were shaking. Her hamstring was cramping from the uncomfortable position she’d frozen in. A trickle of sweat was slithering down her brow, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before it went into her eye. It wasn’t even hot compared to what the jungle often was, but she could feel the steam rising off her body, curling her hair, and dampening her clothes.

 

With grim trepidation, she realized she had gone soft. She was in no condition to take on José and think she could walk away. She’d lost to him even when she’d been fit and in her prime. Now? She couldn’t even hold an arrow ready for more than a minute. Her pulse began to hammer in her throat, and she willed it to quiet, knowing that José would be able to hear her heart pounding if he was the one in the bushes.

 

Please don’t let it be José. She wasn’t ready to face him yet. If she met him now, she would have no chance. A cold fear gripped her, and her fingers tightened involuntarily around the arrow, even as she fought to stay relaxed. Physical tension would throw off her aim. She had to stay loose.

 

Then she caught a scent, drifting to her over the complex smells of the jungle. It was the scent of a man. Not José. A stranger. He smelled of sweat, adrenaline, and something else. A deeper scent that seemed to reach inside her and unfurl in her belly. She instantly recognized her response as attraction. Desire. Lust. Dear God, she wanted this man. Fear gripped her with sudden cruelty, freezing her muscles and obliterating all thought from her mind except for a raw terror that screamed at her to run. Run. Run!

 

Her instincts knew she had to stay utterly still, but the fear of her attraction to a man was so deep that she could not make herself stay. Attraction was a trap. Desire could be twisted to hurt her. Lust was a cruel lie. Wanting a man was doom, torture, and a hell she’d never survive.

 

Instead of staying still and hidden as she should have, panic forced her to act. She leapt to her feet, spun around, and ran blindly through the forest, her boots thudding noisily on the ground. Branches tripped her and plants seemed to spring up out of the earth to grab her ankles. She couldn’t even focus enough to ask them to help her instead of hurting her. Her mind was a swirling miasma of terror and memories, screaming at her to run and escape while she still had the chance.

 

“Hey!” The man shouted at her, his deep voice booming through the jungle.

 

The rich bass of his voice plunged through her flesh and ignited a fire inside her. A fire of want, longing, and the urge to turn and charge right toward him instead of away from him. “Oh, God, no. Not again.” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sprinted through the jungle, not even paying attention to where she was going. She couldn’t remember the layout exactly. Her mind was fragmented with fear and terror, just as it had been so long ago when she had run for her life through these very woods. She stumbled over a root and tumbled to the earth, barely getting her hands out in time to cushion her fall. Her crossbow jammed into her jawbone and she gasped as the pain shot through her.

 

She hadn’t even finished falling when she was already back up on her feet, stumbling as she tried to keep going. Trees loomed above her on all sides, but the branches were too high for her to reach, and she couldn’t focus enough to ask the trees to help her. Everything she had as a weapon was gone, disintegrated by the fear ripping through her.

 

Then she realized there were heavy footsteps thundering after her, getting closer and closer. He was chasing her! She put on another burst of speed, her breath burning her lungs as she fought for air. Her legs were trembling, shaking with exhaustion as she asked her body to do things it hadn’t done in so long.

 

She frantically tried to focus enough to take in her surroundings and understand where she was. She couldn’t keep this up. She had to find a way out. She had to—

 

A hand closed on her shoulder, and fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her to a stop.

 

With his touch, all conscious thought fled from her mind. She grabbed the dagger from where it sat on her hip and spun around, striking as she turned. Her blade hit flesh, plunging deep inside thick muscle before she’d even finished her turn to see who was after her.

 

The dark brands on his forearms told her all she needed to know. It was a Calydon, and her dagger was in his heart. She spun the rest of the way around, facing him as he fell.

 

“Shit!” The warrior’s dark eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled and went down to his knees.

 

Rhiannon ripped her dagger out of his chest and went still, bracing her legs in a ready position as she held the dagger ready. She knew she had to keep moving, but she couldn’t run anymore. Not yet. She needed time to recover. She had nothing left. Her breath heaved in her chest as she desperately tried to get air.

 

She saw the blood pouring from his chest, and realized she’d struck a clean blow into the heart. Instinct had shown her where to find a heart on a Calydon, taking into account his height when she’d made her blind strike. Maybe she wasn’t a total loss. Maybe she still had some of her old skills. Maybe she still had a chance to survive.

 

She took another deep breath, trying to recover from her run. She knew the respite from his injury wouldn’t last long, but the heart had been a good place to hit.

 

He looked up at her as he pressed his palm to the wound on his chest. “Why the hell did you do that?” His voice had the same effect on her as before. It slithered through her body like a warm, seductive caress of pure temptation. And now that she could see what he looked like, it was even stronger.

 

His eyes were dark brown, flecked with bits of gold. His stare was intense, sinking deep into her very soul as he gazed at her. She felt herself flush under his stare, her body pulsing in response to the heat of his attention. For a moment, the world seemed to freeze, and she was caught in his spell, in his raw masculinity and strength. His cheekbones were sculpted, giving him a regal appearance, despite the heavy growth of whiskers and the disheveled dark hair, which gave him an aura of danger and lethalness that should have terrified her…but she found herself riveted by him instead.

 

His shoulders were broad, but not as broad as José’s. Unlike José and his men, who wore camouflage pants, lean boots, and sported bare chests as if impersonating some ancient warrior, this Calydon was wearing the garb of civilization. His blue jeans were dirty and torn. His black T-shirt was loose and ragged. He was wearing hiking boots, but they appeared to be heavily insulated as if they were meant for trekking through snow and ice instead of the brutal heat of the jungle. He didn’t look like he belonged to this jungle or to José, but the twin dark brands on his forearms told her all she needed to know.

 

He was a Calydon, and that meant he was a threat, no matter how intense her reaction to him was. In fact, he was even more dangerous because of the way she wanted to fall under his spell. Men knew how to take advantage of a woman’s attraction to them. They preyed upon it, twisting it to their advantage. She knew better than to want a man, but her fingers actually twitched with the need to lay her hand over his wound and take away his pain, to feel his flesh beneath her palm, to move closer, and lose herself in the incredible strength and power of his being.

 

“Yeah…” he said softly, his gaze locked onto hers, as if he were having the same intense reaction to her that she was having to him. “Who are you?” he asked. “What’s your name?”

 

“Who am I?” The question jerked her back to the present, to the very real danger he presented. If he’d been sent to find her, his quest would have to end now. Even as she thought it, resistance pulsed through her, and she realized she didn’t want to kill him.

 

Grimly, she took a step back as she pulled another arrow out of her quiver. She set it in the bow and aimed it right between his eyes. “What do you want?”

 

She needed to know whether he had stumbled across her accidentally, or if José already knew she was here. Then, once she had her answers, she would do her best to kill the man kneeling before her.

 

She ignored the stab of regret at the notion of killing him. Sure, he smelled incredible and had eyes that had momentarily melted right through the fear of men that she kept wrapped so tightly around her. That didn’t mean she was going to make the same mistake that had once almost killed her. Never would she trust the wrong man, or any man, again.

 

Never.

 

He would have to die. There was simply no other option.

 

Author Interview:

please tell us a little bit about your current projects?

Darkness Possessed, my newest Order of the Blade novel comes out tomorrow! It’s the ninth book in my series about ancient immortal warriors and the women they are meant to be with. It’s dark, sexy, dangerous, and passionate, filled with intense twists and turns that will leave you hunkered down on the couch, gasping for breath. Here is the blurb for the book:

A fatal mistake stripped Zach Roderick of the powers that define him, leaving him a tormented shadow of the warrior he once was. Now, his teammate’s life depends on Zach resurrecting the fire that once burned within him. As he undertakes a battle he has no way to win, he is derailed by a tempestuous beauty that awakens in him the dark desires that destroyed him once before.

The scars etched on Rhiannon Diaz’s soul are so deep that she will never again be free. The once-powerful guardian is facing her last and greatest battle, and failure means a return to a sexual enslavement that is far worse than death. Her intense and passionate need for the powerful warrior who has vowed to protect her threatens the very foundation of her survival, but his refusal to abandon her drags them both into a world where wild, untamed passion rages, and surrender is their only chance.
When was the moment that you knew you had to be a writer?
Well, I’d always been a voracious reader, and I wrote a novel when I was ten, but I didn’t decide to become a writer as a profession until I was an adult. Although I had a pretty good job, it wasn’t fulfilling my heart, and I started investigating other possible careers. I spent two years doing books like “What Color is My Parachute?” and other career-related activities, but I simply couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do. Then, one day I received the alumni magazine from my college. The cover story was about two students who had written a thriller and then gone on to sell movie rights. As I read the story of their journey from struggling unpublished authors to a book deal, I became more and more excited. By the time I finished the article, I knew that was what I wanted to do. I didn’t tell anyone in case I changed my mind, but I started to write my first book that night, and I loved every second of it. I knew then that this was my future. It took 18 books before I finally sold my first book, but I never gave up because I knew that was what I wanted to do. And now, 50 published novels later, I’m living my dream!

Every writer dreams of getting “the call.” What were you doing when yours came? Who got to hear the good news first?

I was at work and my agent called me. My heart jumped a mile when the phone rang, because we had books on submission, so I hoped that maybe it was The Call. When I answered, she said, “I was just wondering what your plans were for the conference next week.” I was so disappointed. All she wanted was to set up a time to meet? Then she added, “Because I was wondering how you would feel about wearing one of the pink ‘first sale’ ribbons on your name badge?” I started to cry right then. I’d had over 150 rejections and written 18 full novels and 8 partials, so it had been a long, long road. I called my mom, and a few good friends at work. Needless to say, I didn’t get a lot of work done the rest of the day!

Who gave you the one piece of writing advice that sticks with you to this day?

Well, the best advice I ever received was sort of indirectly given to me. I had written about 14 unsold novels, and then I read a Harlequin Flipside by Cathie Linz. The story had so much personality and fun and just came alive on the page. It was in that moment that I finally understood all the advice I’d been getting about following your heart and letting your true voice come alive in your writing. That’s when I stopped trying to write “properly” and started letting my writing reflect my own personality. That revelation was the turning point in my career, and it was shortly after that that I started selling books.

Describe the “perfect” hero. What about the “perfect” hero for you?

One who unconditionally protects and honors his woman at all times, no matter what. He gets her, and he treasures every single aspect of who she is, including her flaws and insecurities. And, of course, he is absolutely fantastic at seduction and making love!

What are some of your favorite pastimes? Do you have any hobbies or collections?

I am an avid tennis player, but I’ve been sidelined with tennis elbow for a year, so I’m not sure when that will be back on the table. I have a fantastic rescue dog that I hike with every single day. I also have a great daughter who is a huge party of who I am.

What has been your biggest adventure to date?

When I was in college, I went on a trip to South Carolina. My boyfriend at the time and I took a ferry out to a rural and somewhat creepy island, then decided it would be smart to rent mopeds instead taking the tour bus. Well, we got completely lost, I almost killed myself a dozen times driving that darn thing, and we barely made it back before the boat was going to leave without us. I am still scarred from that experience and I have flashbacks every time I see a moped.

If your fairy godmother waved her wand and whisked you away to the location of your choice, which place would you choose, and why?

Ireland. I have never been there, and I want desperately to go to one of those small, beautiful villages with men who have such a delicious accent that I would sit and listen to them for hours.
When it comes to food, are you the adventurous type who will try anything once, or do you prefer to stick to tried and true foods and recipes?

I am not overly adventurous, but as long as the basic ingredients are on my list of acceptable foods (for example, no olives!), I’m willing to try it. I have become more adventurous of late. I’m trying to eat healthier, so I’m consciously seeking out new recipes that incorporate new foods I haven’t previously made a part of my diet.

How do you describe yourself? How would your family and friends describe you?
I am upbeat and outgoing, but also a total softie. I can be too hard on myself and stress out too much, but I work hard on letting it go and trying to let things roll off my back.

What is your favorite season? What do you love about it?

Spring. I love the promise of beautiful weather and new growth coming.

What is the one modern convenience that you cannot do without?

Honestly, I don’t think there is one. I’d be pretty happy just with nature and a beautiful day. Obviously, during the winter, I need to have heat, but aside from obvious things like that, not so much. A fridge maybe to keep things fresh? I asked my 104-year-old grandmother what the biggest change in her lifetime was in terms of technology, and she said the fridge. That has always stuck with me.

What is this romance writer’s idea of the “ideal romantic evening”?

How about a perfect night on the beach with a warm fire, the pounding surf, a gentle breeze, a moonlight sky, snuggled up on the arms of the man who gets me on every level.

And lastly, no interview of a writer would be complete without this question: what is your favorite comfort food?

Cookie dough!

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

 

Four-time RITA® Award nominee and Golden Heart® Award winner Stephanie Rowe is the nationally bestselling author of more than forty published novels. Stephanie has received starred reviews from Booklist and high praise from Publisher’s Weekly. Stephanie is the author of the bestselling Order of the Blade paranormal romance series, and she will be launching a new vampire series in Sept/Oct 2014. She also writes the intensely passionate Ever After series, and the gripping Alaska Heat romantic suspense series. She also published in teen fiction, middle grade fiction, and motivational nonfiction.

Author Susan Mallery

July 26, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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Praise for USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Susan Mallery

“Susan Mallery is one of my favorites.”

 —#1 New York Times bestselling author, Debbie Macomber

 

“Both smile and tear inducing. Mallery is one of a kind.”

—RT Book Reviews

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UNTIL WE TOUCH

By Susan Mallery

NEW YORK TIMES and USA Today bestselling author

 Harlequin MIRA, July 2014 384 pages; $8.99 U.S./$9.99 CAN. ISBN-13:978-0-373-77893-5

 

After a family tragedy, former football hero Jack McGarry keeps the world at arm’s length— a challenge now that his PR firm has moved to neighborly Fool’s Gold, California.  Larissa Owens knows where she stands—Jack sees her as just another one of the guys. No matter what her heart

wishes, Jack’s her boss, not her boyfriend. But then Larissa’s big secret is revealed—by her mother!

When Jack discovers the truth about Larissa’s feelings, her touch suddenly becomes tantalizing, and he’s not sure he wants to resist. But if he gives in to desire, heartache is sure to follow. Friendship or true love—will Jack go for the ultimate play?

 

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UNTIL WE TOUCH

by Susan Mallery

 

Jack hadn’t known how Larissa was going to react when he told her what her mom said, but he’d guessed it would be a show. She didn’t disappoint. Her face went from red to white and back to red. Her mouth opened and closed. With her jaw tightly clenched, she muttered something like, “I’m going to kill her,” but he couldn’t be sure.

Nancy Owens’ words had hit him like a linebacker. Larissa in love with him? Impossible. For one thing, she knew him better than anyone except Taryn and to know him was to understand he was all flash and no substance. For another, he needed her. Love meant a relationship and having a relationship meant she would eventually leave. No. There was no way Larissa could be in love with him.

But he’d been unable to shake the words and had realized he had to get the truth from the only person who actually knew.

Larissa drew in a breath. “I don’t love you. We’re friends. I like working for you and the charity work is terrific and I know you have my back, but I’m not in love with you.”

Relief eased the tension in Jack’s always aching right shoulder. He kept his expression neutral.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes. Positive.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m pretty hot. I could understand you having a thing for me. You’ve seen me naked. Now that I think about it, your reaction is inevitable.” He sighed. “You love me. Admit it.”

Larissa’s mouth twitched. “Jack, you’re not all that.”

“But I am. Remember that fan who had my face tattooed on her breast? And the one who begged me to father her child? And the woman in Pittsburgh who wanted me to lick her—”

Larissa rested her arms on the desk and dropped her head to her arms. “Stop. You have to stop.”

“Stronger women than you have been unable to resist my charms.”

“In your dreams.”

“No. Apparently in yours.”

She looked at him then, her blue eyes wide, her mouth smiling. “I give.”

“In the end, they all do.”

The smile faded. “I’m sorry about my mother. She shouldn’t have said that. I swear, I am not, nor will I ever be in love with you. I love my job and you’re a big part of that. But we’re friends, right? That’s better. Besides, you have terrible taste in your ‘let’s end this now’ gifts.”

“Which is why I let you buy them.” He hesitated a second. “We’re good?”

“The best.” Her smile returned.

The last of his worry faded. This was the Larissa he knew. All funny and earnest. Hair pulled back in a ponytail and not a speck of make-up on her face. She wore yoga pants and T-shirts and always had some cause to discuss with him. She believed the world was worth saving and he didn’t mind if she used his money to try. They made a good team. He didn’t want to have to do without her and having her love him… Well, that would have changed everything.

 Excerpted from the book UNTIL WE TOUCH by Susan Mallery.  Copyright © 2014 by Susan Macias Redmond.  Reprinted with permission of Harlequin.  All rights reserved.

 

Author Interview:

  • In what ways do you think every woman can relate to Larissa Owens?

 

Larissa is a sweetie. She’s not rich; she’s working as a personal assistant and personal masseuse for Jack. She gets to go to work in yoga pants and touch sexy guys all over. (Dream job!) UNTIL WE TOUCH is my nod to the boss/secretary story, one of my favorite kinds of romance.

Larissa has a pure heart, and when she sees someone hurting, she doesn’t just think about helping. She does help, with whatever resources are available to her. Fortunately for her, since she’s been working for Jack, he has allowed her to use his wealth and connections in service to her causes. In fact, he likes it. With Larissa using his money to try to save the world, he can feel like a part of something without actually putting himself out there. It’s a very comfortable arrangement for them both… until Larissa’s mom tells Jack that Larissa is in love with him, and everything changes.

 

  • What about Jack McGarry makes him like no leading man we’ve ever seen before in Fool’s Gold?

 

I think what makes people relatable—both in fiction and in life—are our imperfections and our vulnerabilities. From the outside, Jack’s life appears perfect. He’s rich, handsome, famous. He was a pro quarterback who retired on top and is now experiencing the same phenomenal success in the private sector with Score, the PR firm he co-owns.

But Jack has a secret pain that makes him protect himself from feeling too deeply, from caring too much. He lost someone dear to him when he was young, and he felt responsible. The lesson he took from that loss was that it’s safer on the surface.

Larissa works for him, so she knows he’s not a good bet when it comes to relationships. She has watched a string of temporary girlfriends come and go. She even bought the parting gifts. Despite that, despite her better judgment, she likes the man. He’s a good guy, a great friend, and he’s the sexiest man she’s ever met.

 

  • If UNTIL WE TOUCH were made into a movie, who would you envision playing Jack and Larissa?

 

I’m going to go with Chris Pine with black hair and Amy Adams as a blonde. (We must keep the Hollywood hairstylists employed!) Both could handle the funny scenes and the moments of honest emotion.

Of course, one of the funniest scenes in the book would probably have to be cut in order to keep the R rating. No spoilers, but I will say that Larissa is a massage therapist, and as their feelings for each other change, new situations—ahem—arise.

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  • Larissa keeps her romantic attraction to Jack a secret at first, before her mother spills the beans. Do you think you should ever keep that secret from a friend you’re falling for, or is it better to confess your love?

 

In the case of Larissa, she didn’t realize she was keeping a secret… she kept her feelings a secret even from herself. Until her mother’s assertion, Larissa didn’t think she was in love with Jack. Just by saying those words, Larissa’s mom changed everything. These two friends and colleagues are suddenly thinking of each other in a whole new way. Which is inconvenient, to say the least.

As for whether someone in real life should keep her feelings for a friend secret or confess all, I’d have to say it really depends on the situation. Friendship is the best foundation for lifelong love, but not all friends-to-lovers stories end happily. I think you’d need to examine your heart and ask yourself, honestly, what is the best action for you to take.

 

  • You have written well over 100 books. How do you keep developing such unique storylines and characters that keep your fans coming back for more?

 

It’s a challenge! The truth is, every love story is unique. We all know dozens of couples who met, fell in love, and married. The framework may be similar—first glance, first kiss, deepening feelings, declaration of love—but the nuances are different. Which means that as a writer, I need to start with the nuances and build from there. What makes these two individuals unique and uniquely suited for each other? What events in their past color their actions and emotions today? As I develop their characters, I look for aspects that put them in conflict with each other, but also for aspects that will make them a couple you can believe will make it for the long haul. The conflict has to last nearly the length of the book, but the things they have in common have to take them through the rest of their lives.

 

  • What do you think is the recipe for a perfect romance novel?

 

A perfect romance should carry you away from your everyday world and fill you with emotions as you read. When you put down the book before you’re finished, it should call to you. Chores can wait, dinner can wait. It should be a challenge for you to turn off the light to go to sleep, even when it’s way past your bedtime. You should want to read just one more chapter, and then just one more after that, and then just one more until you’re done because you can’t bear to put it down until you know the characters are happy and in love. And when you do finish this perfect romance, you should feel happy, with a renewed feeling of faith in the power of love to overcome all obstacles.

 

  • What’s next for Fool’s Gold?

 

Next up, Kenny and Bailey will fall in love in YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS. Readers are in love with Kenny already, started asking for his story right away. He was introduced in WHEN WE MET, and readers could immediately sense that there are hidden depths beneath his happy-go-lucky façade. Kenny is one of Jack’s partners at Score PR. What he wants more than anything is a family, but he was burned badly by an ex. The one thing he won’t do, no matter what, is fall in love with a single mom. And then he meets Bailey…

YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS was originally slated to be an ebook exclusive novella. However, Harlequin has decided to release it simultaneously in print on October 28. It will be printed at the back of the mass market paperback reissue of CHRISTMAS ON 4TH STREET. Both YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS (ebook) and CHRISTMAS ON 4TH STREET combined with YOURS FOR CHRISTMAS (print and ebook) are available for pre-order now.

 

  • Any fun summer plans?

 

I’m going to soak in as much of this rare and precious Seattle sunshine as I can before the rainclouds descend again! Seattle in the summertime has to be one of the most beautiful places on the planet. I swear, there are a million shades of green, and every single one of them is on display as we walk the dog around the city.

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SUSAN MALLERY is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has entertained millions of readers with her witty and emotional stories about women and the relationships that define their lives.  She has published more than 100 romance and women’s fiction novels beginning with two books the same month when she was just out of college.  Susan has a bachelor’s degree in accounting and went on to get a master’s in writing popular fiction and has extensively studied story structure in screenwriting courses.  Her goal, always, is to give readers a story that will move them, populated with characters who feel like real people. Born and raised in California, Susan now lives with her family in Seattle, where she survives the dreary days of winter with the help of a “happy lamp” and plenty of coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cheating Justice by Misty Evans and Adrienne Giordano

July 25, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

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   Cheating Justice

          The Justice Team (#2)

by     Misty Evans and Adrienne Giordano

Release Date:  July 21, 2014

Genre: Romantic Suspense

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Book Summary:

 ~ The second novel in the exciting and bestselling Justice Team romantic suspense series!! ~

 While investigating a government cover-up, former FBI agent Mitch Monroe is framed for murder. A wanted man, Mitch has no choice but to stay off the grid, and he needs Special Agent Caroline Foster—the FBI’s top sniper and a woman who wants nothing to do with him—to clear his name.

 After sharing a single night of simmering passion with Mitch a year ago, Caroline hasn’t been able to get him out of her head. Or her heart. He’s jeopardized her job once…helping him now could end her career. But a friend has been murdered, and no matter how Caroline feels about Mitch, he’s not the killer. She needs answers, and she needs Mitch Monroe out of her life once and for all.

 On the run and with no one to turn to, Mitch and Caroline can’t fight the reigniting passion between them. She’ll lose her career if she proves Mitch is innocent…he’ll lose his life if she doesn’t.

 

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Excerpt from Cheating Justice

“I always said you had the best ass in the FBI.”

Her body froze. Eleven months, five days and—she did the math—twelve hours had passed since she’d heard that voice. The one she’d thought about time and again after his last brief visit to her apartment, and she still managed to be equal parts pissed off, concerned and flat-out heartbroken. That voice could only belong to one person. Thus the remark about her ass and—wow—she always knew he had a set of stones, but this was too much even for Mitch Monroe. The man she’d spent all these months trying to forget. Months of burying herself in cases, months of begging her boss for every available opportunity to keep her mind occupied, months of a busy life that didn’t allow for downtime.

Or thoughts of Mitch.

Without turning, she picked up her weapon. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. A girl puts her career on the line for you and you don’t call, you don’t write, nothing. To say the least, your technique needs work.”

And then he laughed. She’d waited months to hit him with that line and he laughed. Classic Mitch. She closed her eyes and—forget that he was a federal fugitive now wanted for murder—she’d kill him herself and be done with the whole affair.

Mitch, a murderer? She couldn’t believe it. No matter what the White House was spinning about Kemp Rodgers’ death, Mitch wouldn’t kill his friend.

Then, again, she’d been Mitch’s friend once…

Finally, she turned, bracing herself for whatever disguise might greet her, but found none. Brave.

As usual.

She took in his long brown hair pulled back in a low ponytail, his dark eyes and ripped jeans, and shook her head. “You’re insane for coming here.”

He shrugged. “It’s a private range. Not like I walked into Quantico.”

It wasn’t enough that he’d almost destroyed her career when he’d first started working The Lion case, now he wanted to have a second go at it. He was a fugitive wanted for murder and she was an FBI agent. She should arrest him.

Yet, she stood waiting for him to say something that would make a damned difference. I’m sorry? I didn’t do it? Anything that would erase the idea that he could have murdered his friend.

She set her rifle on the table behind her, slid the bolt open. Not loaded. She knew it wasn’t, but she checked anyway. Always.

Mitch shuffled behind her.

Too bad. He could wait like she’d waited for him all these months.

Her canvas carry case sat on the bench seat. Like many people, she preferred canvas over hard plastic because the softer material didn’t make the rifle sweat. She dug through the case for her lens covers, popped them on, set the rifle into the case—bolt upward—and zipped it.

She’d clean the rifle later. For her, keeping a weapon in top working order meant cleaning it after every use. Even if only one shot had been fired, her weapons got cleaned. Every time.

She sensed Mitch moving closer, stirring the air around her, upsetting the energy, letting her know he was near. He had that way about him. Sometimes good, sometimes not.

“I need your help.”

Of course he did. Should have known. Radio silence for eleven months and now he wanted her help. “I should shoot you and dump your body in the Reflecting Pool.”

“Yeah, you should.”

She spun and—crack!—smacked him, sending his head sideways and making her hand sting. She’d never physically attacked anyone before and she couldn’t say it felt right or just, but unleashing it felt good. To let him know he’d hurt her. “We were friends. I helped you and you disregarded me.”

Disregarded you?” Mitch slid a hand over his cheek. “I’ve stayed away and I’m sorry. But what, Caroline? You want to do lunch or hit the shooting range with me? A guy wanted for assaulting your boss and now a federal fugitive?” Gently, he knocked on her head. “Think about it. I was protecting you.”

She didn’t need his protection. “I’m mad at you.”

“Atta girl.”

God, he was annoying. “You had a good reason to take a swing at Donaldson when he threatened you during The Lion case, but honest to God, Mitch, I think he should have swung back and ended it right there instead of trying to throw you in jail. But you should have manned up and never run from the charges, so whatever this is, I can’t help you.”

“Tommy Nusco.”

“You murdered him, too?”

Surprisingly, he blanched. “I didn’t kill anyone. I need to know what went down with Tommy.”

Oh, please. He really had lost his mind if he thought she’d touch that subject. That involved ATF and the State of New Mexico and she wasn’t about to step into that snake pit. “You better worry about what went down with Kemp Rodgers and why the White House is after you. Turn yourself in, Mitch.”

“Kemp told me the White House is buzzing about Executive Privilege being invoked on Tommy’s case. A few hours later, he’s dead. Put two and two together, Caroline. There’s a cover-up in the works and what happened to Tommy is at the heart of it.”

She faced him, still hating that he stood a good six inches taller and managed to make her feel small. She folded her arms and stepped forward, got right into his space. “No.”

“Whatever they’re concocting about Tommy is bullshit.”

“I don’t know that.”

“Yeah, you do. When we all worked together, we hung out. You knew him.”

“Not that well.”

He rolled his eyes in that typical I’m-Mitch-Monroe-and-I’m-bored way of his. “He was not dirty. Whatever he was doing, the government is letting a dead agent take the heat. Why not? He’s dead anyway. Doesn’t matter that he was a decorated officer. The government obviouslyneeds to clean up a mess and—” he inched closer, tilted his head and stared right into her eyes “—I know all about how the government cleans up a mess.”

Back away. She should, but that would play into what he wanted. He wanted to control this conversation. His looming presence used to be enough that she’d give him that control.

Not this time.

She tilted her head the opposite direction, eased out a half-smile. “Mitch?”

“Yes?”

“Screw you.”

She turned her back to him and scooped up her rifle case. Right now, she needed to walk away and not let him talk her into something that would wreck her career.

 

 About the Authors

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Misty Evans:

 

USA Today bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

 

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

 

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

 

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

 

Connect with Misty: Website / NewsletterFacebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Pinterest

 

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Adrienne Giordano:

 

USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery.  She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

 

Connect with Adrienne:  Website / Newsletter / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Street Team

 

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Facebook Party

Misty and Adrienne will be hosting a week-long Facebook Party on the Justice Team Series page which will include several giveaways each day! Details will be announced on page as they are available.

 

Link to Justice Team Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/JusticeTeamSeries?ref_type=bookmark.

 

Blog Tour Stops

 

July 21, 2014

Becky on Books…and Quilts

So Many Reads

Ramblings From This Chick

A Closet Full of Books

TBQ’s Book Palace

 

July 22, 2014

Cricket’s Chirps

Musings From An Addicted Reader

So I Read This Book Today

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Omnimystery Reviews

 

 

July 23, 2014

According to Squenn

Foxylutely Book Reviews

Insightful Minds Reviews

Read Your Writes Book

Just The Write Stuff

 

July 24, 2014

Em & M Books

What I’m Reading

Reading On The Rocks

Romance Reviews Today

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July 25, 2014

Amy Manemann’s Blog

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Long and Short Reviews

 

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Just Romantic Suspense

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Book Passion For Life

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Author D. F. Krieger and giveaway

July 25, 2014 By: Romance Junkies Category: Latest News

:::Is giving away one ebook copy of the first book in the Faxfire Series, Panthers and Precincts. How to enter? Leave a comment. Don’t forget to leave your email addy or check back to see if you won:::

Author Interview:

Projects you are currently working on?  I am currently finishing up Book 3 of the Faxfire Series, Butterflies and Bakeries.

What does your writing schedule look like? Do you have to plot or do you write as it comes?  I’m a planstor. At least, I’ve dubbed myself as such. When I sit down to write a story, I always have my basic idea. Point A, main characters, and a basic idea of an ending. The problem is, I have this evil little muse who loves to go, “Boring!” and throws terrible things at my characters. Well, I’m blaming the muse, even if it’s not true.

What inspired you to be a writer? Who is your biggest support system? When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?Something about being kicked out of the Young Authors program for being “too good” will put ideas in your head. Fortunately, even when I doubted my own ability to write, I had a husband who told me to do it anyway. He can be very…persuasive. *Evil grin* My dream as a child? I must admit I wanted to be a zoologist who wrote in my off time. I ended up a mother who writes when I get five seconds to breathe. Not terribly different.

Which genre is your favorite to write? Is there a genre that you would love to write but haven’t yet? Are there any that you would stay away from?I love to write fantasy. I have a soft spot for magic. And unicorns. Oooh, and Pegasus. Kelpies are awesome, albeit a little on the dangerous side. Wait, what was the rest of your question? I kinda drifted off into pretty pony land.

Do you use a pen name? Why or why not? If you do does the name have a special meaning to you? Well, sorta. I’ve yet to meet anyone who could accurately pronounce my first name without a verbal tutorial, so I figured I’d be nice to everyone and make it simple. D. F. Krieger. Rolls off the tongue much easier than Deadra Krieger. No, not Deirdra, or Deedra. De-A-dra. Sheesh people, this is exactly why I write under a pen name. Let’s not even get into how to properly pronounce Krieger (ps – It’s certainly not Kr-I-ger.) I have toyed with the idea of writing under a vastly different pen name in the future, should I ever write YA, though.

Have your characters ever taken a turn on you and changed personalities? What was your most challenging character to create and why?In Wolves and Warrants, the most challenging character to write was Veltis. He literally showed up out of no thin air. Like Zeara, I basically turned around and there he was, striding in like he owned the place. Neither Zeara nor I are quite certain how to feel about him yet, though his sarcastic wit has made him far more likable than a demon probably should be.

What kind of research do you do for your books? Where is your favorite place to find what you need to know? What is the most interesting thing you have learned?Funny story that. I kinda cornered the manager of a local zoo and ran the poor man through a barrage of questions. “Does your medical department also include behavioral health? If the police were to find an exotic animal, would you be contacted as a place to hold the animal? Have the specialists on your staff ever been used for consultation by outside sources?”The most interesting thing I learned for Wolves and Warrants was through Google. Did you know Harpies were originally seen as gentle, divine creatures who helped usher men into death? Not the evil, nasty and grotesque creatures we know them as today?

What is the last book that you read that left a big impression on you? James Patterson’s, Zoo. I like reading any kind of novels I can, especially horror, that include unnatural animal behavior. He had some good theories in there, but I will admit I’d love to sit down and have a debate with him on why he chose some of the animals and regions he did when others would have made better sense. Yep, animal geek.

What is your favorite TV commercial? How about your least favorite?So ummm, yeah. TV? Not so much in this house. I’ve recently started using Hulu, and about the only commercial I honestly even like is those ones where the Vikings are having a blast and it has something to do with a credit card. Least favorite? They’ve come out with these really yucky cigarette commercials that I can’t watch without gagging. I don’t even smoke, never have a day in my life, but those commercials make me want to run to the bathroom and gargle mouthwash. Possibly even drink it.

Who was your first celebrity crush? Is he still hot? For the record, I’m a bit of a loser. My very first crush was Conan the Barbarian from the late 80′s comics. My dad used to buy them for me, and I swooned like crazy. I still have some of the original comics, and one is even in its sleeve. Conan is still hot, but I’m not going to vouch for any of the movies.

What are your favorite TV shows? Which shows could you go without ever watching?It really comes and goes. I love Chobits, Boston Legal, Terra Nova (*Flips off the people who canceled it*), Big Bang Theory, and right now I’m on a huge America’s Next Top Model kick. I used to watch it years ago on cable TV, but as I quit watching TV, I lost track of the series. Imagine my joy when I found out they have seasons 1-12 and 20 on Hulu. Hell yeah!What I could go forever without watching? Walking Dead and Game of Thrones. I am going to read the Game of Thrones books, but I don’t want anything to do with Walking Dead. Yeah, I know. Those are like the giants of entertainment right now, but I just can’t do it. I get severely emotionally attached to characters, so anything with character deaths on TV? No can do.

Thank you so much for hosting me on your blog. I truly appreciate it. I also want to give a shout out to Jo, our blog tour coordinator, for doing all this legwork. I’d be a lot less social without ya, girl!

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Once you’ve discovered the Hidden World, you become part of it.

 It was frightening at first, being overcome by this strange, invisible entity, but it was also empowering. The power was greater than Zeara, yet completely at her disposal, and she knew just what to do with it.

 There is no rest for the weary as Zeara, Jake, and Magic are called upon by the very organization that threatened their lives. A murder investigation must take place in a local little town, but no one is quite sure who or what is dead, and why. It’s up to the team to place all the puzzle pieces when people start dying. The problem is, the local sheriff doesn’t want to cooperate and their most promising link to solving the case is in a psych ward. Can they solve it before another life is lost?

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Excerpt:

“Uh, well…” Zane shifted uncomfortably as he grimaced. “I’m not trained to do an autopsy. I can test for chemicals, but I don’t know a bit about knife wounds or how to measure how long something has been dead.”

“I feared you would say this.” Karma shook her head before waving her hand in the air. “Ah well, there is one thing I do know how to be dealin’ with, an’ that is death. I have methods for this.”

Jake stepped closer to Zeara and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You aren’t going to do magic like you did when Zeara was unconscious, are you?”

Ni. I won’t be using magic.” The woman smiled at them, and a cold chill swept through Zeara.

Moments ago she seemed almost normal despite the fact we were talking about shape-shifters. She didn’t seem so damn scary. But the expression on her face reminded me all over again that I have no idea what I’m dealing with or how dangerous things can be. Zeara snuggled deeper into the detective’s arms as she tried to calm the fear rising in her. Something was about to happen that would screw up what little sense she’d made of this Hidden World so far; she just knew it. The foreboding tone in Karma’s voice had been too intense not to catch the sadistic pleasure she seemed to be garnering from giving them a paranormal trial by fire.

“What methods will you be using, then?” Zane looked and sounded so excited that she wanted desperately to find the nearest tree branch and smack him with it. His exuberance for all this mumbo-jumbo junk was giving her a one-way ticket to a dire need for anger management classes.

Karma shielded her eyes with her hand as she tilted her head back and surveyed the skies. Above them the two turkey vultures idly continued to circle. “Celaeno! Aello!”

The loud yell startled Zeara so much, she actually jumped a little. Magic gazed up at her, his calm expression leveled on her as if to say, “Silly human, it’s only loud words.” Embarrassment burned her cheeks at her reaction, and she did the most mature thing she could think of and stuck her tongue out at her cat. He twitched an ear in response, then turned his attention back to Karma.

The sound of flapping wings had Zeara jerking her gaze upward. The two vultures were descending, and the closer they got, the bigger she realized they were. Their wingspans were easily eight feet wide, and as they landed near Karma, their shapes shimmered and changed.

Oh, shape-shifters who can turn into birds. Well, at least Zane will be happy now that he finally got to see one change.

To her surprise the birds didn’t shift. At least, they didn’t shift completely. The lower half of their bodies remained those of birds. Two stunningly beautiful faces turned to appraise her and the two men—feminine faces attached to gorgeous auburn curls that cascaded from their heads. Ample breasts hung from their chests, and their torsos were sleek and sculpted. Their tanned skin was healthy, sun-kissed, and created a perfect complement to the bronze-colored feathers. Instead of arms though, they each sported two glossy wings with fingers near the tip.

“What the fuck are those?” Jake asked. His tone mirrored the combination of fear and awe that Zeara was experiencing.

“These are Celaeno and Aello.” Karma smirked at them.

One of the creatures lifted a wing to cover her mouth and stifled a laugh. “We are harpies,” the other one said. The sound, almost musical, made her voice as beautiful as her face. She blinked as she spoke to them, and a third eyelid from the corner of her eye slid across the golden orb for a brief second.

The world dropped out from under Zeara, and she clung to Jake’s arm as she tried to regain her senses. “H-harpies?” she asked, her words barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” the first harpy said. Her voice was slightly higher pitched, sounding more like flutes instead of the chiming of bells. “I am Aello, and this is my sister, Celaeno.”

Zane’s silence was worrying Zeara, and she tore her gaze away from the harpies to look at him. He stood stock-still, his mouth gaping open and his arms rigid by his sides. The outright shock written on his features only increased her desire to hit him over the head with the nearest object.

Karma seemed to notice Zane at the moment too, and she issued a snort. “Come now. You discover a shifter and barely do you bat a lash, yet you find harpies so difficult?”

Her words appeared to snap him out of it. He shook his head, though his gaze remained fastened on the harpies. “It’s not that,” he said.

“Oh? Then what is wrong with ye?” Karma asked.

He mumbled something that Zeara couldn’t hear.

Karma’s lips pressed in a thin line as she frowned at him. “I donnae understand.”

“Boobies,” Zane said, his voice loud and clear this time.

 

Author Bio:

When D. F. Krieger was banned from writing contests at her school, she immediately set it in her head that she would become a professional writer. Since then, she has thrown away her plans of world domination through books, but she still enjoys writing. Her tastes run from classy urban witches to dragons, space pirates to shape shifters. By the time she pens her final book with a hand ravaged by age, she hopes to introduce her readers to many alternate worlds, lines of thinking, and captivating characters.

You can find D. F. on the East Coast, hiding away from the real world with a gleam in her eye and a plot in her head. She resides with her husband, kids, and pets; who all kindly put up with her random bouts of laughter (over things she can’t explain) and journal collecting fetish.

You can also visit her website: www.dfkrieger.com to learn about what she’s writing, what she already has out, and what crazy stuff she puts on her blog.

If you can’t get enough of the Faxfire Series, there is an official Facebook page where you can ask the characters questions, watch for cover reveals, and receive sneak peeks at upcoming books. The link is: https://www.facebook.com/FaxfireSeries?ref=hl

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