Saturday, 18 November 2017

The Jigsaw and the Fan by Stewart Bint

My Review:

Trade unionist, Albert, is dead but his journey to heaven or hell is disrupted by a strike.
Sent to a grand house to wait out the strike, Albert causes trouble for the Lord of the Manor.

A witty and satirical read with a disruptive ghost, quarrelling angels and mysterious beings pulling the strings.

The characters are fully developed and brought to life (...well, death) by Stewart's pen.

It's a well-written, humorous book that's a delight to read.





Synopsis:


The Jigsaw And The Fan is described as social satire. How much trouble can one disgruntled ghost really cause?

Albert Carter has died, and finds himself in the spirit world, to get sorted out at St Christopher’s gates. Having been a successful shop steward picketing the management of Jebson’s Glue Factory on behalf of his colleagues, he feels confident his final destination is Heaven, with the rest of the decent, honest working class.

However, on arrival at St Christopher’s Doomsday Ministry, an inspectors’ strike means all spirits in transit have to be temporarily repatriated to Earth as ghosts, until the dispute is settled.

Albert’s ghostly assignment is his worst nightmare: a wealthy Lord’s manor which operates on the hard-earned wages of his own class.

Immediately on arrival, he decides to ruin the capitalist family, and begins his unlawful haunting as the Ghost of Marlston Manor. Watching him from the heavens is a host of guardian angels, elders, overlords and scribes – all scrambling to undo the havoc that Albert is blunderingly creating in his short stint as a ghost.

The final straw comes as Albert riles up a “fright” of ghosts to collude and protest their sentences on Earth – and Albert finally faces St Christopher.



The Author:

Stewart Bint is an international novelist, journalist/magazine columnist, and PR writer, who usually goes barefoot.

His current publisher is Canadian company, Dragon Moon Press, based in the city of Red Deer, Alberta.

Stewart Bint is married to Sue, and has two grown-up children, Christopher and Charlotte. He lives in Leicestershire in the UK. When writing, his office companion is his charismatic budgie, or his neighbour's cat - but not at the same time.

He is a member of the influential international authors group, The Awethors.

A former broadcaster, he has worked as a radio newsreader, current affairs presenter and phone-in show host.

His inspiration to become a writer came at the tender age of seven, through the television series, Doctor Who. He says: "I remember watching the very first episode way back in 1963, and became enraptured by the storylines which could take place at any time in Earth's history and future, and absolutely anywhere in the universe and beyond. I started creating my own worlds and my own characters, writing my stories in little blue notebooks until my parents bought me my first typewriter for my ninth birthday. And those make-believe worlds became invaluable when my Dad died when I was 11. I retreated more and more into those places where I was in control of my characters' fate - knowing that whatever happened to them during the story, I could make sure they were okay in the end. My worlds were certainly better than the real one at that time."

When not writing he is an active awareness-raising campaigner for mental health and sepsis, having gained a place on the 2016 list of "Inspirational Mental Health Advocates that are changing the world."

Friday, 17 November 2017

Veiled by Stacey Rourke


Title: Veiled
Author: Stacey Rourke
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Wicked Book Covers


Political propaganda would have us believe vampires are our friends. Fanged teddy bears misunderstood thanks to archaic lore. Activists picket for them to be welcomed into our society.

They claim vamps don't kill.
They preach we are safe.
They ... are dead wrong.

One year ago a hive slaughtered my family and left me for dead. Found by a team of scientists with their own agenda, I was forged into an unstoppable weapon.

I possess their strength, with none of their weaknesses.
I can move among them free from their crippling hunger.
I am their greatest threat.

Armed with this arsenal, vengeance will feed my desire to penetrate the seedy underbelly of their fetishized lifestyle and expose them for the monsters they truly are.



Excerpt:

      “Comparing us to aberrant criminals? How do you justify making such a bold leap?”
      “With centuries of murders, torture, and feedings!” he exploded, hopping in his seat as if suppressing the urge to leap onto the tabletop and douse me with holy water. “All of these vile acts have been committed under the teachings of your demonic demi-god, Vlad Draculesti. Your immortal Lord Impaler.”
      One corner of my mouth tugged back in a knowing smirk. “And no one has ever killed, maimed, or committed genocide in the name of Christ?”
      “It’s a sorry argument to use our history against us!”
      “Yes, it is!” I vehemently agreed. “And yet that is exactly what humans subject us to. You fault us for the mistakes our kind has made in the past, mocking our deity without truly understanding his teachings. Meanwhile, you fetishize our culture and use it in your foreplay. Statistically speaking, human on human deaths outweigh vampire-on-human deaths twenty-three hundred to one. And why is that? Because humans take their passions too far, while when we pair with a human we focus on building a lasting relationship built on trust, safety, and security.”
      “Humans you keep around for feeding and screwing!” my opponent hollered, spittle bubbling in the corners of his mouth. “You’re vicious killers!”
      “My apologies to our viewers for that use of inappropriate language,” the prim and poised moderator stated into the camera before fixing her critical gaze on the frothing conservative. “Mayor Donaldson, I again ask you to control these outbursts or we will have no choice but to conclude our debate.”
      Before his mouth could open to protest further, I leaned in and caught him with my narrowed gaze. “Show me proof. Where is the recorded documentation of these crimes you’re accusing us of? I tell you what, while you hunt to find that, I will wander into any costume shop or Halloween store and snag a set of fangs and a gothic cape that misrepresent us as night prowling fiends. The so-called facts you are basing your viewpoint on are myths formulated by your own kind to make us these legendary creatures that go bump in the night. Thank you, for granting me more power than I can fathom. That said, you should know I can’t turn into a bat, I spend as much time in front of the mirror as the next gal, and I enjoy a few extra shakes of garlic on my pasta. I’m not a monster, Mayor Donaldson. I am a vampire citizen who wants the same rights you take for granted.”














Author Bio:


RONE Award Winner for Best YA Paranormal Work of 2012 for Embrace, a Gryphon Series Novel
Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012
Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013

Stacey Rourke is the author of the award winning YA Gryphon Series, the chillingly suspenseful Legends Saga, and the romantic comedy Adapted for Film. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction, and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head.

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Interview with Stacey Rourke:

Hi Stacey, please tell me a little about yourself and your background.
My pleasure! I’m an author, event host for The Once Upon a Book Author Signing, wife, and mother to two beautiful young ladies. Six years ago I became a full time author, and since then I have considered myself blessed to be pursuing this passion of mine. I have 15 books in my current catalog with many more to come!


Have you always wanted to be a writer? (And was there a particular moment you thought, ‘I can do this!’?)
 I’ve always written, but up until I finished my first book in 2011 it was something I did just for myself. It was the completion of that first book that opened my eyes to what I truly wanted to do with my life.


Do you have a writing routine?
I handle my marketing and administrative duties the first few hours of the work day, then I move on to editing. Evenings are usually when I write, as that when the ideas seem to flow a bit more smoothly.


Are there any particular places that help you get the creative cogs turning?
I need to be comfortable, and there can’t be anyone around looking over my shoulder. That stops me up faster than anything!


What can we expect from you in the future...?
So far for 2018 I have two full length novels, and three novellas scheduled. There is the possibility of a third full length book, but that one is still up in the air!



...and can you tell us anything about any of your current work(s)-in-progress?
I am working on the sequel to my book, Rise of the Sea Witch, right now. The title is Entombed in Glass and it should be out late Feb/early March.





Your book is being made into a movie, what music would you use as a soundtrack?
Playlist for Veiled:


What are the hardest and easiest parts about being a writer?
The hardest part is not getting discouraged about how easy it is to get lost in the sea of authors in the landscape right now. The Easiest, and most enjoyable part is meeting and talking to readers and fellow authors that share my passion for books.


Which, if any, of your personality traits did you write into your characters?
My characters tend to get a healthy dose of my snarky humor!


What is your favourite scene that you’ve written? Can you give us a peek?
In this book one of my favorite scenes is when Vinx introduces Carter and Finn. One is her potential new love interest, the other is her ex boyfriend that slaughtered her family. The setting is an elegant one, where she has to maintain her composure, so she slays her ex with her sharp tongue. It was a very fun moment.


What do you like to do when you're not writing?
I love repurposing and refinishing projects to bring beauty back to old, discarded furniture and d├ęcor.


What is your biggest fear?
Garden gnomes, those little buggers are creepy as all crap.


Optimist or pessimist?
Realist LOL


I wish I could tell my younger self…
That is was okay she wasn’t comfortable in her skin yet. No one is at that age. But it comes with age and experience, and learning love the unique beauty in our flaws.


Is there anything else you’d like to share with us?  
That I would love to connect with readers further! Look me up at www.staceyrourke.com, www.facebook.com/staceyrourkeauthor, Twitter or Instagram @rourkewrites, or Bookbub at https://www.bookbub.com/authors/stacey-rourke


Thank you for your time, Stacey.
Thank you

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Master Me, Please by BJ Wane


Title: Master Me, Please
Author: BJ Wane
Series: Miami Masters Book 2
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: November 10, 2017

He gambles everything to help the one woman he should stay away from. When the truth comes out, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?



Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.



Excerpt:

      You had no trouble submitting to Master Dax. That reminder got under Krista’s skin, and it didn’t help when she scanned the lot for her car and spotted Dax getting out of his. The quick, startling stab of jealousy as she imagined him inside with someone else caught her off guard. She’d never been plagued with that emotion before, why now? She stood rooted in place and watched him walk straight toward her with purpose etched on his dark face instead of surprise at seeing her there. Irritation bubbled over, eradicating her initial reaction. Wasn’t it bad enough she couldn’t even bring herself to accept another Dom’s invitation tonight without the memory of last weekend intruding? If he thought she’d turn around and join him in the club after the way he’d made it clear all week he wanted nothing to do with her, he had another think coming. She may still crave dominance and thrive on submitting, but she wouldn’t be a doormat for any man to trample on.

      “Fancy seeing you here, Doctor Hayes,” Krista greeted him, proud of the way she could set aside the warm flush spreading through her body with his nearness well enough to keep her voice steady. She missed the easy rapport they shared before he left.

      “I thought you realized how unsafe these clubs can be for a woman alone?” The rebuke, stated in his deep, firm voice made her square her shoulders and curse the compulsion to sink to her knees in apology for displeasing him. It was yet another sign she’d waited too long to get her act together.

      “It was never a problem before, I mean, before I met Kurt,” she clarified so he’d know she’d played before her marriage. “Enjoy your evening, Doctor.”

      “Cut the crap, Krista,” Dax snapped, his frustration evident in the way he tunneled those long fingers through his ink-black hair and his green eyes glittered with that undefinable emotion she didn’t understand.

      “I’m not the one who asked for a different surgeon to assist, Dr. Hayes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get home.”

      “Wait.” The hand he laid on her upper arm burned her skin, her automatic halt at his command heated her face and the ripple of longing going through her head left her deflated. It seemed she couldn’t win with him.

      “Let’s talk. Are you familiar with Casey’s diner?”

      The invitation took Krista by surprise and she sucked in a breath as hope dashed away the remnants of her annoyance with him. If he wanted to be just friends, she’d take it. It would be better than the cool indifference he’d shown her the past few days. “Anyone who’s been out past 2:00 am on a weekend night has been to Casey’s.” The all-night diner boasted the best pie on this side of Miami.

      “Meet me there. Please.”

      Since he was making an effort, so would she, Krista decided. What could it hurt? “Okay. See you there.” Stepping around him, she hastened to her car before common sense told her she was making a mistake and setting herself up to get hurt again. Since when did common sense have anything to do with her desires?



Other books in the series: 

Bound and Saved
Book 1

Don’t miss the exciting intro into this series, Bound and Saved, while it’s still on sale for $2.99. Zach and Sandie’s story is just as emotional and erotic as Master Me, Please, with a touch of suspense tossed in.





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Author Bio:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking. My favorite genre to read is Romantic Suspense.

BJ Wane's email: bjwane@cox.net

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Thursday, 16 November 2017

Bear's Edge by Christina Lynn Lambert



Title: Bear's Edge
Author: Christina Lynn Lambert
Series: Stranger Creatures Book 2
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Loose Id
Publication Date: September 26, 2017


Bear shifter Grant wants his beautiful boss, Shayla. Will he risk his job and his barely healed heart to convince her to be his everything?



After sexy bear shifter Grant lost his girlfriend and three best friends in a fire, he decided he was done with love, done with people, done with pretty much everything. One woman has him rethinking his whole strategy.

As his boss, Shayla is off-limits, so Grant keeps his feelings for her under wraps until…the attraction doesn’t seem so one-sided. Grant takes a risk and lays a piece of his heart on the line. When things get hotter than he could have imagined, Grant wonders- will some of his darker desires be too much for Shayla or will she embrace the needs he’s kept hidden for so long?

A reporter who covered the bombing Shayla survived three years before is convinced the only reason Shayla survived is because she’s some type of bionic medical experiment or superhuman freak. When the reporter ropes Shayla’s angry ex, Hunter into the mix, Shayla’s business and her life are on the line. Can she and Grant trust in each other and find a way to slay all the obstacles that stand in their way?

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Excerpt:

      Shayla rose on her tiptoes, but she was still a little too short. Grant leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, gently. He was huge and ungraceful, forever forgetting his strength. He broke stuff like a bull in a china shop, but he vowed to be extra gentle with Shayla. Shayla licked his bottom lip and sighed. He couldn’t get enough of her soft lips, so he pulled her closer.

      She stroked her hands down his back, and he tensed up when she passed her palms over raised tissue and indentations he knew she’d be able to feel through the fabric of his T-shirt. She wrapped her arms around his back, and he relaxed under her touch.

      Each swipe of her tongue against his sent a shock of electrifying heat through his body. Grant came ridiculously close to slipping his fingers under Shayla’s skirt. He wanted to feel her silky skin, to touch her and taste her. He wanted it all so badly moisture seeped from the head of his cock. Shayla wanted him too. Being a bear shifter meant his senses, even while in human form, were incredible. He could smell her sweet desire, not just the barely there scent he’d sometimes caught from her before, but strong and sweet and very clearly for him. Knowing she wanted him so badly made his balls tighten and his chest ache.

      When Shayla moved her hands from his hips to his ass to pull him closer, Grant’s control slipped, and he grabbed a fistful of her dress and pushed it up her thigh. The daring look she gave him caused him to pull them both down to the sofa. He lay back and tugged Shayla on top of him.

      She moved to straddle him, and Grant slid his fingers up the smooth, warm skin of her exposed thigh. He needed more. He cupped her pussy and used his thumb to trace her clit over her soaked panties. The whimper she gave made Grant kiss her harder. Before, when he’d kissed a woman, he’d felt that he was somehow betraying Maya’s memory. There were no feelings of betrayal nagging at him anymore. He tried and repeatedly failed to keep his kiss with Shayla from becoming hard and needy.

      When Shayla gripped his arousal through his jeans and his cock jerked in her hand, he knew he had to put a stop to her touch before he came two strokes after she pulled out his dick. Her grip on his heart was even tighter than her grip on his cock. The desire burning in his chest was something more dangerous than just wanting to be inside her. So much more. Memories of Maya usually hurt like hell, but he should try to go back to surviving on memories before he went too far with Shayla, before things got too real.

      Shayla was flesh and bone, real and right now, a living tornado force of a woman. She could hurt him. She could leave him. She could die. He had a solution to that last fear, though. If his being a bear shifter didn’t make her want to immediately jump ship, he could initiate her, make her a shifter too. She’d be even stronger in that form, but she still might never want forever with him.

      Grant wanted more from Shayla than he should right then, and he needed to want less, or at least not so much at once. He needed to pull back from the edge and get himself under control, but he couldn’t do that with her touching him. He had the perfect distraction for her. He ripped her lacy panties off because they were in his way.

      Shayla’s heartbeat quickened against his chest, and she whispered his name when he pushed two thick fingers inside her drenched pussy. He’d meant to go slower, start with one and work up to two, but she gripped the back of his neck, and her voice was so sexy in his ear when she said, “Don’t stop.”



Playlist:
      • Prologue: Big Country by Big Country
      • Chapter 1: People Are Strange by The Doors
      • Chapter 2: It Can’t Rain All The Time by Jane Siberry
      • Chapter 3: Spirits by The Strumbellas
      • Chapter 4: Epic by Faith No More
      • Chapter 5: Lips Like Sugar by Echo & The Bunnymen
      • Chapter 6: With a Little Help from My Friends by The Beatles
      • Chapter 7: Counting Stars by One Republic
      • Chapter 8: Stand By You by Rachel Platten
      • Chapter 9: I Am by AWOLNATION
      • Chapter 10: Riptide by Vance Joy
      • Chapter 11: Ring of Fire by Social Distortion
      • Chapter 12: Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips
      • Chapter 13: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
      • Chapter 14: Angels Fall by Breaking Benjamin
      • Chapter 15: Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult
      • Chapter 16: Love Should by Moby



Be sure to also check out the first book of the Stranger Creatures series.

Wolf's Challenge 
Book 1

Handsome lawyer Derrick looks exactly like the type of man that single mom Sydney needs to avoid, but everything is not as it seems in the town of Great Oaks, Virginia. Can Derrick show Sydney that she can count on him? Will an unhinged stalker ruin everything?









Author Bio:

A few years ago, I read my first romance novel and I was hooked, so much so that I decided to give the idea of writing a story a chance. My style is more gritty than sweet and I look forward to writing many more stories with strong heroines and imperfect but determined characters. Love, courage, hope, and second chances are a few of my favorite themes. When I’m not writing, I enjoy spending time with my family, usually hiking or swimming or finding a new place to explore.


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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Never Again by Lily Luchesi



Never Again
(A Paranormal Detectives Novel)
Coming December 5th, 2017
Cover design by Rue Volley using stock art from Bigstock




In World War Two, not all monsters were human.

Male siren Sean Wireman was ostracized from his small village in Israel in the sixteenth century, forced to wander the world until he settled in America in the 1920's. Since he doesn't age like a normal person, he was fit to fight in World War Two, to defend the heritage he spent his whole life running from.

Seventy years later, after he has lived a whole other life since Hitler was defeated, from attending law school to becoming a bona fide rock star. In 2017, the monsters the Nazis released upon the Jews in concentration camps have returned, and he is the only one who can destroy them.

But can he save his people once again, or will this fight take a deadly toll?












Excerpt:


      I have no idea how long I stood there after I screamed, but I imagine it wasn’t long before I could hear voices coming closer and closer to where I knelt by the corpse. Panic began to set in then. It was one thing to have sex out of wedlock. It was safe to assume that it was an entirely different kettle of fish to have murdered your partner whilst you were having premarital sex! Sure, I hadn’t meant to do it, but who the Hell would have believed me? I wouldn’t have, had I been asked to believe something so outlandish.
      What was I to do? Where was I to go? We were surrounded by barren land beyond our farm. If I were to run, I would be overtaken immediately. And running would make me look guilty. Even guiltier than sitting here beside a fresh cadaver. Of course, if I dressed, perhaps they’d think it was someone else and I had simply found her body here. It was worth a shot, and teenage me didn’t think that someone had seen me leave the house after her.
      Teenage me was an idiot and could go fuck himself, if you ask my opinion.
      I dressed, clothes were simpler then and I had no need of zippers and complex belts and shoes. We hadn’t progressed from sandals at that point. Despite my quick thinking, I was still distraught, and as soon as I heard the voices even closer I let out the anguished cry that had been sitting, painfully, in my breast. It was followed by a plea for help.
      Now that I think about it, maybe I am evil. To have such deep artifice at such a young age and during such a traumatic moment, maybe Angelica should have killed me when she had the chance.
      Anyway…
      The doors to the barn were wrenched open and I could see everyone entering, silhouetted by their torches. My dad and her dad were leading them all. No women were present. Which was good, because if things went south, I wouldn’t have wanted my mother to see me like that.
      “Dad! Dad, help!” I called. “It’s Gail, something happened…” My panic and confusion didn’t need to be faked: I had no idea what had happened. And I was terrified.
      They came closer, and the din was suddenly silenced as they took one look at Gail, laying there with blood and little else on her body. I wished I had covered her: it was shameful to let her body be seen this way, but if I had they would have known right away that I was the culprit. Artifice was not a strong point for anyone back in those days, but I seemed to have a knack for it anyway.
The pure silence lasted for only a moment before there was a tortured scream. It came from David, Gail’s father. Thankfully not dropping his torch, he lunged forward only to be held back by my father.
      “Sean, what happened?” my father asked me.
      “I don’t know. I—I saw her leave earlier and when I went outside to get a drink I saw she wasn’t around but our barn doors were open so I went to close them and I found her…” I swallowed a large gulp of air, having been talking too fast to breathe while still crying.
      “Liar!” David cried. “It was you! It had to be you! Everyone else was inside!”
      “No matter who it was...what happened to her?” my father asked, looking at her emaciated corpse. “That’s not normal.”
      No, it’s not, I thought, panicking. It wasn’t normal, so what the good fuck was I?
      “Monster!” David hissed. “What did you do to my daughter?”
      I couldn’t answer even if I did want to, because I knew as little as he did. I was sick inside, and frightened of myself. I wondered if I should go to a rabbi myself, get diagnosed. Was it a demon? Did I need to be purged? Or was I just...a monster?


Author Bio:

Lily Luchesi is the award-winning author of the bestselling Paranormal Detectives Series, published by Vamptasy Publishing. She also has short stories included in multiple bestselling anthologies, and a successful dark erotica retelling of Dracula. She also edited and curated the bestselling horror anthology Damsels of Distress, which focused on strong female characters within the genre.

She was born in Chicago, Illinois, and now resides in Los Angeles, California. Ever since she was a toddler her mother noticed her tendency for being interested in all things "dark". At two she became infatuated with vampires and ghosts, and that infatuation turned into a lifestyle. She is also an out member of the LGBT+ community.

When she's not writing, she's going to rock concerts, getting tattooed, watching the CW, or reading manga. And drinking copious amounts of coffee.

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Forever Yours by Liz Lovelock


Title: Forever Yours
Series: Letters in Blood #3
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Release Date: November 15, 2017



Dear Captor,

You show me you care, but then something changes. The brightness in your eyes shines through on your good days, but when you come to me on your dark days, the blackness has taken over.
At least I know what I’m in for . . . pain.
You’ve managed to crawl under my skin in the most excruciating yet sensual way, my darkest secrets are now yours, and the emotions I feel for you are something I’ve never felt before. This sensation is strange, yet exhilarating.
Do you feel the same?
If you do love me, please . . . let me go.

Forever yours,
Elenore






Also available in the Letters in Blood series:

#1 Dear Captor




#2 With Love

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Author Bio:

Liz is from bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. She has always been a reader. When she was little, she’d be up late reading Garfield and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When Liz hit high school, they gave her Tomorrow When the War Began by John Marsden, and from there her love of books continued to grow.

Liz keeps a notebook and pen beside her bed for when those late-night ideas pop into her head, plus she’s a stationery addict and loves pens, notebooks, and, well, anything stationery.




Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Dark Wish by Yumoyori Wilson


Title: Dark Wish
Series: The Starlight Gods, #1
Author: Yumoyori Wilson
Publication date: September 8th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance



What do you get when you add free and dumb?
FREEDOM

My name is Makoto Heart and I’ve always wished for a chance at freedom. Every day, I prayed before the Starlight gods, asking for their divine assistance in accomplishing such a difficult task.

Being an experiment for as long as I can remember, my hopes of obtaining freedom have diminished, drastically. The disappointment haunted me, as myself and my spirits struggled to survive. I had no hope left, believing my final plea fell upon deaf ears, yet again.

But what happens when my prayers are finally answered? I’m thrust into fulfilling a destiny, with the help of six star knights. Suddenly, I am no longer experiment 555, but the stolen princess of Heila.

Freedom, how you have teased my troubled soul. May the Starlight gods guide me and my knights, on this path towards the unknown.

~In Stars We Trust~


Dark Wish is an extraordinary new paranormal reverse harem series.
Recommended for 18+ audience, containing mature sexual content and strong language.

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Excerpt:

      Oh, hell no. I’m not getting caught up in that. Nope, no dark flames burning me to ash please.
      Spinning around, I strode forward in the opposite direction. I could feel the stares at the back of my head, but I didn’t give two flying fucks. I went back to my cell, grabbed my dust filled blanket and huddled in the corner. Might as well ride this invasion out in the comfort of my musty, cramped cell.
      “Did she really just go back to her cell?” A voice questioned, with a sound of amusement.
      I could hear footsteps approaching as I continued my hiding attempt. I tried to make myself as small as possible as I curled in a ball, tightening the blanket around me.
      “You know…we can see you.” A second voice pointed out.
      He sounded unamused, probably bored at my failed attempt. Alright, time to wake up now. It’s all just a dream, Lalalalalala.
      “Talking out loud.” Rose pointed out.
      “Poor girl talks to herself too? I swear this place made her crazy.” A third voice stated, his soothing sound reminded me of Hope. Must be an angel. Only angels sound so…angelic.
      “Come out…we won’t hurt you.” I recognized the voice of the demon shifter who annihilated the guard like a pesky ant.
      I continued to hide beneath the thin blanket, hopeful they would leave me be.
      “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just a bystander. Continue on with your killing spree. I’ll just sit over here in this corner…minding my own business.” I gestured. Yup, my social skills are awesome.











Author Bio:

Yumoyori Wilson is from Toronto, Ontario. She loves to sleep and write her days away. She works at night as a registered nurse. She has a little addiction to bubble tea and coffee but loves to workout. She has big plans for the writing world and can't wait to share them with everyone.

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