Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Giveaway - Witch Bound by Eleri Stone


Witch Bound (Twilight of the Gods, #2)

Book two of Twilight of the Gods

Raquel Lindgren knows what her future holds. An arranged marriage. A new home in Ragnarok, Iowa, with another clan of refugees from Asgard. She should be happy. But there's a mental block preventing her from tapping in to her true abilities as a witch. And she's more attracted to the best man than she is to the groom…

Fen can't believe he's falling for his best friend's future wife. As a hound, a wolf shifter, his duty lies with the pack. He's seen too many hounds destroyed by love, and he's sworn never to take a mate, never to have children of his own. He can't deny his desire for Raquel, but she deserves more than he can offer her.

Raquel's been raised to trust in magic, her clan and her destiny. But when a vengeful demon threatens to break out of Asgard and destroy the clan, Raquel learns she must trust in love if she is to take the future into her own hands.

For more tales of modern-day Vikings, check out Demon Crossings



Allow me to introduce you…

She dropped onto the couch and started to prop her feet on the table before jerking them back. 
She flushed. It was too easy to forget herself around Fen. Her manners flew right out the 
window. He hooked his hand under her knee before her foot hit the ground and pulled it back up. 

“What’s the point in keeping thirty-year-old furniture around if you can’t abuse it?”

“Are the gardening books your mom’s?”

“I don’t look like a gardener to you?”

His grin invited honesty. “You look nothing like a gardener.”

He looked like trouble. His tattoo peeked from beneath the sleeve an old T-shirt. He was 
still wearing shit-kicker boots and the worn-out jeans that suited him perfectly. He had the kind of body jeans were created for. Narrow hips and long, straight legs. He looked like a loner and an artist. He looked dangerous—and not to cabbage worms and squash bugs.

“It gets me outside, you know, when I’m not killing things.” He took a long pull from his 
bottle, but kept his eye on her.

“So you’re a nerd.”

He choked on his swallow. “You think I’m a nerd?”

“Afraid so.” She ticked off her fingers. “You live in your parent’s house.”

“I bought my parent’s house,” he corrected. “The housing market’s not the greatest here, 
you know.”

She held up a second finger. “You have enough computer equipment in here that I bet 
you’ll have to upgrade the electrical system soon...if you haven’t already.”

“Last year, before I moved in. It’s why I haven’t had the extra money to decorate.”

“You enjoy reading and gardening.” She paused. “Do you have a cat?”

He winced. “She’s a stray. Scared to death of me, but she keeps coming back for the 
food.”

“I’d be surprised if you could coax a cat into living with a hound.”

“Smart creatures, cats. So what’s the verdict?”
She wiggled her fingers and dropped her hand. She hadn’t made a five count, but she 
thought she’d made her point anyway. “Nerd. Even if you don’t look like one.”


“And what does a nerd look like exactly?”

Not sweet and sexy and dangerous.
“Different from you,” she said after a too-long pause, feeling suddenly that it wasn’t the 

best idea for her to have come here alone.





Eleri Stone
Eleri Stone

Where sequels come from

Demon Crossings was originally intended to be a stand-alone book, but its sequel Witch Bound
releases in just a few weeks. Squee! So how does that happen you ask? Well, for one thing, the
world was great fun to write in. It’s about the descendants of Norse gods living in the American
Midwest. A small farming community with big secrets. Sword wielding warriors, shapeshifters
and witches surrounded by miles and miles of cornfields. In the end though it wasn’t the world
that drew me back, it was one particular character—Fen.

In Demon Crossings, Fen is an important but secondary character. He’s a member of the hunt
protecting earth from invasion by the sons of Múspell. Fen is a shapeshifter—a hound whose
family line descends from Fenris, the great wolf of Norse mythology. He’s a motorcycle rider
and tattoo artist. And because hounds mate for life to the first woman they have sex with, he’s
also still a virgin. People asked for more Fen and to be honest by the time they were asking, I
already knew how his story would go.

About the author…
Eleri Stone was born and raised in New Jersey. She graduated from the University of Iowa, 
married her college sweetheart, and settled in the Midwest where she still lives with her husband and their three children. A lifelong fan of fantasy, she started reading romance as an adult and was instantly captivated by the strong female protagonists, character-driven storylines and guarantee of a happy-ever-after. Writing fantasy and paranormal romance, she is the author of the Lost City Shifters series (shapeshifter paranormal romance), the Twilight of the Gods series (paranormal romance based on Norse mythology) and the Spellcraft series (secondary-world fantasy romance).

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Demon Crossings (Twilight of the Gods, #1)

Eleri Stone has offered one lucky winner
an e-copy of Demon Crossing, Book one to the
Twilight of the God's series -

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why you want to read this :)
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I'll run this contest for one week  June 25th

Friday, June 14, 2013

Bad Blood by Nicky Peacock


Bad Blood\

I am Britannia. I am your protector. I will fend off the hungry hordes of undead hands that reach toward you. I am your steadfast defender. I will stand between you and the zombie masses as they try to taste your flesh. I am strong, unyielding, and dedicated to your survival. All I ask from you… is your blood.”

A five-hundred-year-old bloody game of vengeance will need to be put on hold if vampires are to survive the zombie uprising. Britannia and Nicholas, bitter enemies and the only two surviving vampires left in London,have to work together to save un-infected humans and deliver them safely to a vampire stronghold in the Scottish Highlands. Unable to drink the zombie"bad blood," the remaining vampires need the humans to stay alive.But will the vampires tell the survivors who they are and what they want from them? Will Britannia be able to hold back her vengeance for the greater good?Is survivor Josh the reincarnation of Britannia's murdered true love? And can she bring herself to deliver him to the "safe" hold?

Survival instincts run deep, but bad blood can run deeper.


Title: Bad Blood
Author: Nicky Peacock
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing, LLC -- Noble Young Adult, LLC
Genre: Young Adult, Horror, Paranormal.
Theme & Special Content: Zombies, Vampires, Violence, England, post-apocalyptic
Release Date: May 2013
ISBN#9781605923482
Length of book: 170 pages - print     119 pages - eBook
Heat rating: n/a
Purchase & Excerpt Linkhttps://www.nobleromance.com/Books/458
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Cost of Book: USA $8.90 Print -$4.90 eBook  UK £5.72 Print  £3.30 eBook. CA $5.05 Canadian Dollars

Nicky Peacock

Villains you hate to love.
Why do we love a bad boy? Is it the challenge of changing him? Is it the belief he is seeking redemption? Or is it just deep down the bad boy is usually the tasty Alpha Male? Well, I don't know what it is exactly (if I knew that, I'd stop dating them!) maybe the reason changes depending on the villain in question?
I've always been the kind of girl to prefer the villain over the hero. Let's be honest, they're far more interesting, they have less boundaries, they usually take what they want and, although they rarely get the girl - they tend to chisel their way into a reader's heart - after all what's a hero without a villain to fight against? How can you know good, if there is no evil?
So what makes a great YA villain? Now I must admit here that I find that YA baddies tend to be simple in structure. They are the obstacle for the protagonist to overcome. They are the conflict and, more often than not, are tempting our protagonist into the darker recesses of their own desires. To be blunt, they are the mirror of the hero. And by the end of the book they have two paths: redemption or defeat.
As a reader, I tend to find that villains in adult novels (especially romances) are meatier characters with more to give.  YA does, and should, have a moral code - so the evil here can't prosper. But what about that character who dances a fine line between villain and hero?
There are a number of villains in my YA vampires VS zombies book, Bad Blood, but the one I'll focus on here is, Nicholas the vampire. He's been the protagonist, Britannia's arch nemesis for centuries. He made her what she is, he murdered the only man she ever loved and above all, his existence has kept her focussed all those years. But, as villains go, he doesn't have world domination plans (that we know of) he has a heart and is a careful and conscientious protector of the human survivors; and in her own words, even more trusty-worthy than Britannia herself when it comes to feeding. He's made a villain due to his past behaviour. Is he seeking redemption? Well you'd have to read the book for that. Britannia makes it pretty clear early on that she hates him - it could it be argued that he is simply re-acting to that hatred. Do characters or people in general, become the sum of what others perceive them to be? When it comes to villains, they say that a leopard never changes its spots - but hey, should we not love and accept them for their spottiness?
Perhaps, as a reader, you should make up your own mind. So buy your copy of Bad Blood today, curl up and spend some quality time with Nicholas; a suave English gentlemen who won't bite - not unless you let him of course...



Author Bio:
Nicky is an English author living in the UK. She writes both YA and adult horror and paranormal Romance. In her spare time she runs a local writers' group and can be found online through the links below:

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Included with this information is a photo of Nicky Peacock and the front cover of Bad Blood.


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Vampire Elite by Irina Argo

aranormal Romance
Date Published: 6/7/13

Vampire Elite is a new vampire series
The first two parts are released in one volume
Vampire Elite
Part 1. Prophecy
Part 2. Keepers of the Key
What will he do if saving his people means destroying the woman he loves?
A millennia-long war between two immortal races is about to come to an end. Long ago, the Vampire Elite began capturing the immortals called the Amiti, attracted by their unique blood properties. Now most Amiti live in underground cells, forced to serve as vampires’ bloodstock. The few surviving free Amiti, preparing a final strike, have declared their Queen a traitor. Her execution makes possible the rise of a new Queen, her young daughter Arianna, who will inherit her mother's mystical powers. Working with the Keepers of the Key, Arianna may be able to eliminate the vampires, once and for all, from the face of the earth.
The new Queen is the last hope to save her dying race
and she's ready to fight to the last drop of her blood.
 But the King of the Vampires has other plans.
 What neither expects 
is the passion that erupts between them.

Vampire Elite is an epic story of a bitter conflict between two immortal races, and the effect of that conflict on everyone living in its grip. The characters are driven to love and betrayal, vengeance and sacrifice in a world without easy black-and-white answers.
            Based on an ancient Egyptian legend, packed with action and intrigue, Vampire Elite will pull you into the entrancing world of immortals and open new portals into their hidden universe.

Readers’ Favorite reviewers on Vampire Elite:
You’ve managed to restore my hope in the future of vampire books ...
... a fascinating read and definitely a book for anyone who loves fantasy, romance and of course vampires.
… a spellbinding novel of action, suspense, romance, and conscience ...  character development is superb ... the type of book that will make you read all day until you get to the end! It is deliciously addictive!
For more info please visit



Excerpt 1 (Simone at the Hunter’s auction)   
As the auctioneer spoke, two Sekhmi in eveningwear—a male carrying an elegant dagger and a female a silver tray covered with glass vials—approached the Amiti girl.
“She’s barely eighteen, ladies and gentlemen. That’s a good three years younger than the youngest bloodstock you’ll usually come across. Look at her; she’s stunning, simply stunning, and as you can see, we’ve kept her well conditioned, in excellent health.”
The auctioneer paused as the male Hunter grasped the Amiti’s hand and held it above the tray. The girl showed no resistance, her only display of anxiety the butterfly fluttering of her thick eyelashes. He raised his other hand, and the dagger flashed in the light as with a swift motion he slit the Amiti’s palm. The dark, intoxicating scent of fresh blood filled the room as it poured into the vials.
Simone’s gums began to itch and burn, and she covered her mouth with her hand so no one would see her fangs punching down. It was considered terribly rude to expose one’s fangs in public, even among other vampires. But she needn’t have worried; everyone’s attention was riveted to the stage and the blood flowing from the girl’s wound. The room vibrated with bloodlust and sexual arousal.
            The female Sekhmi approached Simone’s table, offering the Royal Pride the first of the blood samples. Knowing that all eyes were on her, Simone forced herself not to hesitate and took a small sip—and was immediately flooded with euphoria.
            “For this magnificent specimen, we open the bidding at ten million U.S. dollars,” announced the auctioneer.



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Irina Argo
Irina Argo is a combined pen name for two authors, Irina Kardos and Jo-An
Torres.
Irina

Irina’s world is dark. She works as a clinical psychologist in a Juvenile
Correctional Facility dealing with the extremes of human behavior on a
regular basis and takes care of her paralyzed husband who suffered a stroke
several years ago. To bring light into her life she writes. Writing has always
been her passion. She is originally from Russia where she was employed as
a TV journalist

Jo-An
Jo-An is a Leo, a lioness who has emerged to follow her dream, to someday
write a book of her own. She owned a costume shop for 15 years and was
able to satisfy and excel in her creative nature. She is an over-achiever and
believes that anything is possible if you believe in yourself and ignore the
nay-sayers. Her philosophy is based on Shakespeare "It is not in the stars to
hold our destiny, but in ourselves." She currently resides in California with
her 5 cats and 1 husband.

Facebook.com/VampireEliteSeries
Twitter: @TheVampireElite

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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

AFTER DARK an anthology by Gena Showalter and Kait Ballenger


After Dark (Lords of The Underworld, #4.5; Execution Underground, #0.5)
AFTER DARK an anthology 
by Gena Showalter  and Kait Ballenger 
A timeless seduction A unique temptation And a whole world of dark desires... 

From New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter 

The Darkest Angel 

Winged warrior Lysander has been alive for centuries, and yet he's never known desire-until he meets Bianka. Spawned from the bloodline of his enemy, the beautiful but deadly Harpy is determined to lead the untouched Lysander into temptation. He may try to evade her attempts, but even the most iron-willed demon assassin can resist for only so long.... 

And from debut author Kait Ballenger 

Shadow Hunter 

Vampire hunter Damon Brock's first assignment with the Execution Underground is Rochester, New York, a city crawling with the undead. But he isn't the only hunter in town gunning for vamp blood. Tiffany Solow is fierce and ruthless when it comes to slaying the monsters that destroyed her family-and she works solo. But being alone is no longer so desirable when she meets the mysterious hunter who wants more than just her turf. As they work to massacre the local covens, the line between good and evil blurs when they are forced to decide between their lifelong beliefs... and their newfound hearts.

Publisher: Harlequin HQN

Publication Date: June 25th, 2013

Series: Execution Underground #0.5

Excerpt: 
TIFFANY STARED AT the stranger before her, her eyes locked onto his icy gaze. A 
shiver ran down her spine, but heat pooled between her legs. That alone made him dangerous.

“Go on. Prove you’re human.” Her pulse began to race from excitement instead of fear as 
she challenged him. Her gut screamed not to fight him, that he was no threat to her, but the knife at her throat and the ferocity in his eyes said otherwise. 

“Just trust me on this,” he said. 
Not a chance. “Well, unfortunately for you, I don’t trust people easily.” With as much 
force as she could muster, she stomped on his instep. 

He didn’t cry out, but the move surprised him enough that the knife shifted slightly away 
from her throat. She seized the advantage and grabbed hold of his arm, pushed his sleeve up and dug her fingernails into his skin. She wasn’t against fighting dirty. Not if it saved her sorry ass. 

Her assailant didn’t even curse at the pain, only grunted in response as her sharp acrylics 
dug into the flesh of his arm. Blood pooled around the edges of her nails before she released him. 

She lunged forward, knocking into his midsection like a linebacker. Damn, that had been a 
stupid idea. The man was built, and running into his abdomen was like hitting her head on a solid concrete wall. That would really hurt in the morning. 

He tucked his knife up his sleeve instead of using the weapon against her. What was that 
about? He grabbed at her as she stumbled back, but she was short enough that she managed to 
duck out of his reach. He towered over her and was probably twice her weight with all the sexy 
muscle he was packing. 

Regaining her footing, she threw a spinning roundhouse kick. He blocked it with ease as 
if he often fought third-degree black belts without blinking an eye. He was fierce, no denying it. 

She continued going at him, throwing nonstop kicks and punches, but he blocked every one, and she was running out of options. Wait! Her gun. Her gun was lying on the floor. 

She rushed to reach the weapon. Seconds later, he loomed over her, trying to grab her. 

Why wasn’t he fighting back? She was sure that if he really wanted to, he could kick the living 
shit out of her. 

She snatched the gun from the floor, but she had no time to aim. She threw a side-kick, 
but he caught it, then swept her other foot out from under her. She toppled to the floor, landing with an audible oof as the wind rushed from her lungs. 

Before he could make his next move, she spun around and kicked his ankles. Pain shot 
through the edge of her big toe, despite her high-heeled boots; even his legs were pure muscle. 

Without thinking, she lunged into his legs, wrapping her body around his knees. He 
started to fall, but he caught himself and landed prepared to kick out, except that…oh, snap…she was attached to his leg! 

She scrambled backward, but he was too fast. Within seconds he was on top of her, 
straddling her hips and holding her hands against the ground. 

He let out a long, deep growl and leaned in near her face. “Next time, I won’t hold back 
from hurting you.” 

The ice-cold look in his eyes showed he meant it, and she vowed to herself that there 
would be no next time. The man was pure unadulterated muscle and no matter how good a 
fighter she was, she knew when to call it quits.







Kait Ballenger
Kait Ballenger 

BIO: Kait Ballenger is a full-time paranormal romance author, wife, bellydancer, graduate student, and soon-to-be-professor. She is the multi-published, award-winning author of the Execution Underground paranormal romance series. With a B.A in English from Stetson University, Kait is currently earning an M.F.A in Writing. Kait believes anything is possible with hard work and dedication. One day, she hopes to be a bestseller and to see her novels on the big screen. Look for the next two books in her pageturning Execution Underground series: Twilight Hunter, book one (August 2013) and Immortal Hunter,book two (January 2014). For more information, please visit www.kaitballenger.com or follow her on 


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Jens' Review 

Wow - What an ending! 
What's a guy to do?? Right?? lol 

Damon is in Rochester trying to avenge the murder of his best friend. He knows who did it, and knows how to kill the Leech - only one thing standing in his way. 

Tiffany is now fully in the circle of vampires. and has Cialis in sight. He's interested in her, and she's ready to strike. Getting revenge for her brother's death is the only thing she cares about. Mark trained her to know how to deal with vampires. She's ready for this.. 
That is until HE shows up. 

When Damon saw Tiffany, he immediately knew who she was. Mark's younger sister. And the girl he spent many years writing to in order to keep him grounded. 
But luckily she didn't know who he was. She had never seen a picture of him, so he could go on pretending. He knew she blamed him for her brother's death, and he couldn't blame her. He blamed himself. 

When the two of them get together and realize they're both out to get the same guy, they're able to team up, despite she knows he's responsible for her brother's death, and kill him. 

When they discover that the vampires are carrying a disease that is effecting the way they evolve. And once Cialis is dead, things start to really take a turn for the worse. 

Really fun story to read - these two had a great history together and their chemistry was great. 


Looking forward to finding out more about these guys in the next book in September :D

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Girls Love Travis Walker by Anne Pfeffer



Girls Love Travis Walker
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

To nineteen-year-old high school dropout Travis Walker, women are like snowflakes--each one different, but beautiful in her own way.

He can charm any girl he meets, and yet down deep he fears he'll always be a loser like his jailbird father. As the landlady threatens to evict him and his sick mother, Travis takes a job he hates and spends his evenings picking up girls at a nearby night spot.

When he enlists in a teen program at the local fire station, he finds out he’s amazing at it. Then he meets the smoking hot Kat Summers, enlists Kat’s friend Zoey to help him woo her, and falls in love for the first time ever. 

But he keeps the details of his life secret. His girl will never love him back if she knows the truth about him…




Excerpt 

Only fifteen minutes since I’d entered the halls of Perdido High School and already the beady eye of authority was upon me. I hadn’t even done anything wrong.
Yet.
“Travis!” Ms. Valenzuela called out to me from the door of the guidance office. Although she was getting old, maybe into her early forties, she hadn’t let herself go. She had great legs, which were hidden today by her lime green pants.
“Yo.” I loped over and unleashed a grin that combined sincere remorse for my failings with my irresistible charm.
She pursed her lips. “Don’t start with me, Travis.”
I led the way to her office and took my usual chair while she sat at the desk across from me. “New picture,” I said, nodding to the updated photo of her two daughters. “Kelsi and … Julianne, right?”
She struggled to keep back a smile. “Yes, Travis. Those are their names.”
“Fifth and seventh grade, right?”
“Yes, Travis.” Now she was smiling for sure.
Maybe it was my blue-green eyes, or maybe my granite abs, but I could always get women to smile at me.
Ms. Valenzuela opened my folder. “Six more absences since your last visit to my office. Plus numerous missed homework assignments. You’re this close to suspension.” She held up her thumb and index finger a millimeter apart.
“I have to work, Ms. Val,” I said. “Gotta get ahead, you know.” I had a promising position as a bus boy at Jake’s Burgers.
“How many hours are you working these days?”
“As many as I can get, whenever I can get ‘em.”
“You can’t cut back?” She knew she couldn’t push me that hard. My family’s sudden move to Los Angeles in November of my junior year, coupled with my erratic attendance at Perdido High, had screwed up my graduation credits. With all my former classmates in college, I was starting my senior year, again, at age nineteen.
“I can’t get weekend shifts at Jake’s,” I told Ms.Val.
She didn’t like me working there, but she should just be glad I wasn’t following in the path of my father, who knocked over a convenience mart a year ago and ended up in prison for armed robbery. Mom had gone to visit him, but I refused. He could rot there for all I cared.
“You’ve got one school year left to graduate. I want to see you get that high school diploma, Travis. Or a GED at least.” Between her fingers, she rolled a pen. It was the cheap kind the school district bought that wrote for about five minutes before it crapped out on you.
“Yeah, well, we’re about to get evicted,” I said, “so that’s kind of rearranged my priorities.”




Author Bio:
Anne Pfeffer is the author of Any Other Night and The Wedding Cake Girl.  She lives in Los Angeles, CA.

Contact Links
Twitter @AnnePfeffer1

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Jen's Review - 

I love Anne Pfeffer!  The Wedding Cake Girl was great - and this book .....
Wow! This book just seems to really grasp you -

Makes me think though - I've seen a lot of homeless people that aren't even really homeless. Just out on the streets looking for a free handout -
It's hard to tell who really needs the help, and who is just too lazy to get it -
I think I've lost track on how many times I've handed change over to someone and later learn from the news that they weren't who I thought they were.

Travis is down on his luck - he's only 19 years old , the poor guy couldn't even graduate with his class because he had too many absences from having to work extra hours - But his senior year, again - things got worse.
With is dad in prison, his mom sick - they're about to lose their apartment.
His guidance counselor tries to help him out. She sets him up with her brother in law doing heavy labor work -
Travis LOVES the feel of heavy labor works. So when he meets with his new boss, he lets him know he's there full time, not part time -

The land lady keeps on Travis for being late on rent. he hands over his paycheck each Friday, but it's still not enough to get them caught up.

Travis heads over to the local community center in search of a shower on his lunch break. There he meets Kat - wow! Beautiful Kat . lol
He doesn't get the job, but he still goes back the next day looking for Kat. She's not there. But her friend Zoey is there. He leaves a note with Zoey to give to Kat for him.

He gets the brush off from Kat - but Travis still thinks he's in the game. Going back to the center one more time, he leaves another message for Kat with Zoey.

Zoey becomes annoyed, but lets Kat know Travis stopped by.

After a few days, Travis gets a call from Zoey. She's in charge at the community Center helping out in the Lunch area. They need a strong guy to come help them out at lunch time. Since Travis has 4 hours for his lunch break and the free food for him and his mom would help save money for rent. He takes the job.

Travis swears he'll never become one of those homeless people, the ones that need that much help.
But things just keep getting worse and worse for Travis - He tries his hardest, but it's just not enough.

I really enjoyed reading about Travis at the fire station. That was really interesting, and HARD work! Gives you more to appreciate those men and women out there to help us.

This book was hard and emotional, but not too much. Travis wouldn't let you get too emotional for him. He's a strong guy determined to do things the right way, and doing them himself. He doesn't want hand outs, he doesn't want people to feel sorry for him. He just wants to survive, and get his mother healthy again.

Great story! Very different from other's I've read :)


Monday, May 27, 2013

Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf by Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf Book Promo




Moonlight: The Big Bad Wolf 

Paranormal Romance / Fantasy
Date to be Published: 5/25/13
ISBN ebook 978-1-933320-69-4
ISBN Print   978-1-933320-64-9


Synopsis:

The fourth installment in The Order of the Black Swan serial saga. The story of B Team continues while the romance centers on Stalkson Grey, head of the Elk Mountain Reservation Tribe of werewolves. He embarks on an adventure he would never have dreamed possible, willing to take any risk to save his pack from extinction. Along the way he learns that true love can find you in the strangest places, even when you're far, far from home.

Victoria Danann Links


Book Excerpt :
CHAPTER 1

"What do you know about my sister and that prancin' prick of a fairy prince?"
Elora blinked, but in the space of that flutter he learned all he needed to know. Hehad found out the first night Storm brought her to poker, back at Jefferson Unit, that her very expressive face telegraphed even the tiniest nuance or feeling or thought. By now he knew her so well that she was as transparent as air. She was caught off guard because she hadn't expected that question while Ram was cooking a leisurely Sunday breakfast.
"Say that three times fast?"
"No' goin' to work this time. Stay on topic."
"You just don't like him because he can stand toe to toe with you and not be cowed by the H.O.H. elfster."
"ELFSTER!? What in Paddy's Name, Elora? And what is H.O.H.?"
"Hall of Heroes."
Ram turned away from frying bacon and gave her a look. It probably didn't have the effect he intended. He was wearing jeans, a long sleeve black tee that stretched across his chest enticingly, and a black Jack Daniels apron tied around his waist. She thought perhaps nothing was sexier than watching Ram's muscles ripple while cooking her breakfast.
"Do no' try to deflect. 'Tis I. And Paddy knows I can tell when you're hidin' somethin'."
Ram looked determined.
"Speaking of hiding. You're going to have to do something about all these guys overrunning our property. Our home - the one that was intended to be our very own, very private property. Please, Ram. Make them go away."
His expression softened a little as he decided to allow himself to be temporarily derailed.
"Sol, Simon, and every one of your friends agree that we can no' leave you and Helm vulnerable after the threat those alien buggers left hangin' in the air. That goes especially for your friend, Sir Storm."

"My friend, Sir Storm?"
"Aye. Your friend. The bloody wanker suggested that I'm no' responsible enough to be entrusted with lookin' out for you. Said, 'You're no' takin' good care of my namesake's mother.
I'll be forced to give the job to someone else if you do no' shape up and begin takin' it seriously'."
Elora laughed. "He said that?"
"Aye. As if 'twas all my doin' that you ended up givin' birth alone in a freezin' wolf cave.
With. No. Phone."
"Well..."
Ram narrowed his eyes at her. "Think very carefully about what you are about to say before you say it."
Elora smiled brightly. "I was going to say that no one in his right mind could fault you."
Ram nodded and resumed turning the bacon. "Exactly. I should have reminded him what happened when he was in charge of the Baka interview at Unit Drac. He pouted for hours after</ span> learnin' first hand that the Lady Laiken does as she fuck-well pleases."
Elora concurred by nodding vigorously. "It's a burden, but you bear it well, my love."
"All kiddin' aside. I do. I really do." He began setting strips of cooked bacon out to drain </ span>the grease.
"Well, Sir Storm is going to be plenty busy with his own burdens."
"What's your meanin?"
"They're expecting."
"Expectin' a baby?"
"No. They're expecting Publishers Clearing House to pay for their villa renovation."
Ram gave her a look. "You know, I'm thinkin' there's only enough of this lovely bacon for one and, since I cooked, I really should be keepin' it for myself."
"Yes! They're expecting a baby. Litha thinks it's a girl."
"A girl!" Ram practically whooped. "Paddy's Great Balls Afire. I can no' wait to see Storm try to be da to a girl." He laughed enjoying that idea and then grew serious. "As for the buggers who violated my grandda's forest, I'll no' be givin' 'em a second chance at my family."
"Rammel. I hear you and I understand you."
"I do no' suppose the next sentence will be 'and I obey you'."
Elora smirked while she snagged a piece of bacon. "Have I ever mentioned you make great bacon?" She nuzzled his ear on the way back to her stool. "Almost as good as chocolate."
Ram pointed a spatula at her. "I swear to Paddy you have that thin'... that ADDD.
"ADHD?"
"Aye."
Elora started laughing. "Pot."
When his brows drew together she smiled because Helm looked at her with that same </ span>expression several times a day. They made him accidentally in a snow covered cottage, but he was made with love and now he was a little bit her and a little bit him. A miracle indeed.
"You can no' concentrate 'cause you've been smokin' dope?"
"No! 'Pot' as in 'you're the pot calling the kettle black'."
Ram stared at her for a few beats, finally shook his head and said, "No idea."
"You don't have an expression here about the pot calling the kettle black?"
"We do no' that I know of, but I think I begin to follow your point. You're tryin' to say that I should no' be accusin' you of short attention because mine is even shorter?"
Of their own accord, his eyes drifted down to the cleavage showing between the Henley buttons she'd left undone.
She chuckled. "See?"
"See what?"
She did a little shimmy and he grinned sheepishly. "Guilty." He put an orange juice in front of her. "And be careful of the sexy dancin'. You'll be gettin' Helm's milk all over your clothes again."
Elora rolled her eyes. "He gets enough. Have you seen how chubby his little face is getting?"
"Well, blood will tell."
Elora narrowed her eyes to slits. "Rammel. Paddy help you if you're saying what I think you're saying."
"All I'm sayin' is that chubby cheeks do no' run on my side of the family." When she took a mock threatening step toward him, he laughed. "Just teasin' darlin' girl. Just teasin'. You know I would no' change a hair on your head. Or his."
"Okay. All I'm sayin' is that insanity doesn't run on my side of the family." A look of horror slowly covered her face as she realized what she'd just said. She hadn't yet personally confronted what the assassin in the woods had said about the Laiwynn clan, but if it was true, it meant that cruelty and despotic behavior might run in her family.
Ram put his utensils down, wiped his hand on his apron, and offered himself for a hug.
She stepped into the comfort of his arms.
"What I was trying to tell you earlier is that I've never made any secret of the fact that I won't give up my freedom to live a restricted life, no matter how luxurious or comfortable. Not for anything."
"No' even for Helm? And me?"
"That's not fighting fair and you know it."
"When it comes to your safety - and our son's - you think I care about fightin' fair? 'Tis the very last of my concerns."
"Let me put it this way. You need to come up with a more agreeable Plan B and you need to do it while I'm still in a listening mood."
"Any ideas?"
She looked down at her pretty Holland china plate, part of the set they got as a wedding present from Kay and Katrina. She had a picture of how good life was going to be there in their new home. Had the Ralengclan assassins spoiled her vision of the future to the point of ruin?
Was it time to confront that possibility?
"No." When she looked back up, Ram thought he might have seen her look just a little worn. Like her aura hadn't been buffed in a while. Sometimes he caught her looking off into space and he suspected that she was thinking about what she'd been told by the Ralengclan assassin, wondering if the massacre of her family was really a coup d'etat." Armed people guarding the house. Hardly what I pictured."
"I know." Ram sat down next to her and took her hand in his. "We'll figure it out. Monq's workin' on it." He pulled up like he had an idea. The change was so subtle that no one besides Elora would have even noticed it.
"What?
"He's workin' on detectin' interdimensional activity - identifyin' the source and location.
He says 'tis a logical first step toward the defense system we're goin' to be needin'."
"Yeah. I heard."
"Well..." She knew she was in trouble when he turned on that look that he had given her the first night they had met, the puppy dog plea that was so irresistible she could be manipulated</ span> out of her socks with full knowledge and complicity. She hated that. It was... manipulation by consent.
"Stop that right now!"
"'Twas just thinkin' that, for the time bein', just while we're sortin' this out, maybe we should move back into Jefferson Unit. You and Helm would be safe there. I know 'tis no' ideal, but there is the courtpark, food, and babysittin' on demand. 'Tis no' this." He looked around the room and gave a little sigh. He had put a lot of himself into renovating the property and somewhere along the way had come to understand why she loved it and pictured their little family living happily ever after there. "But we were happy at Jefferson too. We could even help
Monq. Maybe speedin' thin's along a bit?"
"I'm expecting puppies."
"I truly hope no one is recordin' this conversation." Ram's mouth softened at the corners making him look so beautifully kissable that she had to lean in and remind herself if those kisses were as good as she remembered. He didn't seem to mind complying with her wish. When she pulled back, he said, "We could get Glen to keep an eye on that. The wolf pups I mean."
"This is not just some ruse that's going to get us sucked back into active duty?"
Ram cocked his head like he was having trouble with that question. "Why would I go to so much trouble to keep you safe only so I could risk gettin' you killed?"
Elora stared at Ram for a few seconds. "I'm not the only knight in the room and we both know how persuasive Sol can be when he wants something. Before I even consider this proposal, I need some reassurance that none of us, not you, not me, not the baby - none of us - are going to end up on any field assignment. Not in any capacity."
Ram nodded. "Deal.
"Okay."
"Okay you approve of my answer or okay we're packin' for Fort Dixon?"
"Fort Dixon, but that's all of us. Blackie too. And we need an apartment big enough for the four of us."
"Thank Paddy. I'm goin' to get a good night's sleep for a change." She hadn't realized just how much stress the fear of assassination had caused Ram until she saw his facial muscles relax. Yeah. It was a good plan. A good choice, everything considered.
"And, let's outline what would have to happen to make it possible for us to come back here and proceed to live life the way it should be lived. By ourselves. Speaking of which, I'm also not giving up the pleasure of a weekend at the cottage - just us - forever."
"Certainly. I'm no' unreasonable."
She smiled at him lovingly and indulgently. "Of course not. You're my hero."




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