Friday, August 21, 2015

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Some bonds run soul deep

Eion Mandrake, wolf shifter and rising alpha, has a secret. The years he spent at school in Little Crow Pass, Wyoming wasn’t just for a typical high school education. He’d been sent to learn all he could about life as a human.  What he wasn’t counting on was his best friend’s younger sister, Olivia Wilson. Somehow saving the little daredevil has forged a forbidden bond between them. Pack law dictates no shifter and human are allowed to mate, leaving Eion no choice. He has to leave Little Crow.

Twelve years later, Eion’s returned, and all he wants is to get in and get out of town as quickly as possible. Yet, the moment he runs into Olivia he realizes the bond he’s carried for the human has flamed into a forbidden love. One that’s burning hot and out of control.

Problem is, Olivia has a new man in her life—one she can count on to stick around. She’s doing her best to move forward and forget her childhood crush. However, Olivia needs Eion’s help, forcing her to allow him back into her life. But if Eion lowers the walls around his heart to become Olivia’s hero once again, it just might destroy both their worlds.

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Monday, July 27, 2015

Cover Reveal and Giveaway: The Reaper’s Kiss by Abigail Baker

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Book Info:

Series: Deathmark #1

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: August 25, 2015

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Print Length: 341 pages

ISBN: 978-1-63375-322-8

Synopsis: Ollie Dormier's tattoos are deadly. She is a Scrivener—an employee for Death—and her skull tattoos mark her clients for their demise. She does her job, and she stays out of trouble. But when her hands start to burn hot and fierce, and her control goes leaping out the window, all hell breaks loose. Ollie is showing the early signs of being a Master...demonstrating power that is forbidden.

That power is exactly what Reaper Brent Hume is counting on. A hot, scruffy rebel, who does marvelous and terrifying things to Ollie's insides. Now he needs Ollie's help—and her skills—to overthrow the evil and corrupt Head Reaper. That is, if he can figure out a way to keep this hot-handed girl cool...and keep his hands off.

Excerpt

After raiding Lethe, the underground lair of the Head Reaper, Brent and I convened around a piping hot radiator in my livingroom. The temptation to sit on it and warm my buns was there, but I resisted. What was impossible to resist was standing side by side with Brent without touching. And the more we sought warmth, the closer we became. Too soon we were all but hugging in effort to regain our body heat.

Had he suggested removing our clothes, I would not have partaken. I would have liked to know what the rebel Brent Hume was like in the bedroom, but not right before Lethe, in Lethe, or after Lethe, and certainly not standing over a radiator, shivering ourselves silly.

My clicking teeth slowed as the radiator, and Brent’s body heat, melted a layer of ice on my clothing. “Did you... you get the Reaper’s name?”

He pulled down the collar of his shirt to expose a white notecard inside a plastic bag—the prize from Lethe. A name was scribbled on it, but from what I could see the writing had bled. Brent noticed a second after me.

“Mother fucker,” he groused. “The ink got wet.”

“Of course it did.” It was too much energy to roll my eyes. For now, I needed heat. Lots and lots of heat.

He held the baggie up to the overhead light. “I see a name. Baird.”

“Is that a last name or first? Is it a male or female? Who is it?” My shivering worsened my panic, which in turn worsened my shivering. “We did this all for nothing, didn’t we? Didn’t we?”

“Good Hades, calm down, Scrivener.” He turned from me when I tried to get a peek at the name through the soggy baggie. Not one to give him space, I went for it, using my own shivering to launch into the air. Quick as he was, he underestimated my determination. The baggie was in my hands before my feet touched the floor. Being short and swift was a fine offense against tall and slow.

“Hey!” he barked.

“It says Baird. It’s a last name.” I ducked when he reach around my shoulders, thwarting his effort to retrieve the baggy. “But I can’t read the first name. No knowing if it is a guy or gal.”

“Give it back.” Brent refused to continue reaching for the prize, as if little ol’ Olivia outplaying him was a front to his ego.

“I don’t know a Baird,” I said.

“Neither do I. This means I can’t just look the Reaper up and distract him or her like I had planned.”

“So I was right?” I dropped my arms to my sides as we faced each other, Brent looking as bewildered and broken as I felt.

“Seems so.”

I sighed to keep from breaking into tears. My shoulders and head felt heavy. The couch seemed a great place to throw myself down and let my emotions pour out. I would’ve found out, if Brent did rush at me and grab the baggie. There was only a small glimpse of his wicked smile before we found ourselves entangled, both vying for the prize. A moment after, I found out what it would be like to collapse onto the couch, only with the Eidolon, too, falling over top of me. The springs of the IKEA beast cringed from our weight.

Thoughts of Eve and the name Baird flitted away in exchange for one very real thing hovering above me.

I grew tense but hopeful when his eyes turned to my lips. I knew what that meant. Every woman did. However selfish and grossly out of place it was, I was okay with one kiss, more curious than frightened to discover what it is like to kiss an Eidolon who could drain my life. Perhaps my motivation was to ridicule Fate by kissing the lips of Death himself. Or maybe I was cold, tired, and downright horny.

Contest Info:

Abigail is giving away a $15 gift card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble (winner’s choice). The contest is open internationally and will end at midnight on July 31st.

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Author Bio:

Abigail Baker shares her home with a Siamese cat endearingly named “The Other Cat” and two rescued mutts with mundane human names that people think are cute. In addition to writing about rebellious heroines, she enjoys hiking, discovering craft beers, baking the perfect vanilla bean cupcake, and rock climbing (going as far as scaling 800 vertical feet to the summit of Devil’s Tower National Monument in 2013).

Abigail won first place in RWA’s Golden Network’s 2011 Golden Pen in Paranormal Romance for Tattoo of Your Name Across My Soul, the book now known as The Reaper’s Kiss (Deathmark Book One). She regularly blogs about life observances at abigailbakerbooks.com, lives at the base of the Rocky Mountains, and can be easily found hiking any of Colorado’s best trails.

Connect with Abigail at: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Google + | GoodReads | Instagram | Pinterest

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Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Summer SALE Time!

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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Undying Hunger is LIVE

It’s HERE! It’s HERE! It’s Undying Hunger’s release day, and I’m just a little excited. LOL

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All she can remember is hunger...for him.

A year ago, Alexandria Stevens strode through the doors of Wicked Ways and into the arms of a man-a monster, really-who stole everything from her. Her memory. Her life. Now she's a creature of darkness with only hazy images in her mind of that night and a confusing jumble of emotions. A fierce hate...and an even fiercer desire for Markus Santini.

Markus has walked through this world for more than a hundred years, knowing exactly who and what he was, until Alexandria undid it all. Undid him. When a former vampire colleague threatens one of the Enclave's own, Markus is needed-but only as the dark, powerful creature he once was. And in order to become that, he must find redemption...in the arms of a woman who despises him with every breath she can no longer take.

What others are saying about Undying Hunger and the Enclave series:

5+ Stars  I became addicted and my craving for The Enclave was something I've rarely experienced with other series. There are a select few that I find myself so invested that every single installment and each lead character make the mark and I'm happy to say that The Enclave is one of those series. ~Jennifer, Bookaholics Not-So-Anonymous, Undying Hunger

5 Stars  Absolutely adored this book! Jessica Lee has spun the best Vampire Series I have read to date! It is a great story and has smoking hot sex scenes that will leave you weak in the knees!~ Shirley, Goodreads, Undying Hunger

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Excerpt

The exterior door snicked open. “I want to see him,” a female said.

Alexandria.

He’d know that voice anywhere. Even from his grave.

Every neuron in Markus’s brain fired. What the hell was she doing here in the basement of the Enclave mansion?

“Tell her this isn’t a good idea, Kenric.” It was Guerin who spoke up. Of course. The bastard hated him.

“What’s going on?” Kenric asked. “Why do you need to see him?”

“I just need to talk to him,” she said.

“We ran into some DEADs tonight,” Guerin said, “and Enrique popped in.”

What the fuck?

That dose of info made what blood he had left in his veins surge, laced with adrenaline. Markus rolled over and up onto the side of his bed, his joints rebelling.

“Enrique?” Kenric rumbled. “I had no idea the asshole could function without Marguerite’s direction. What in hell did he want?”

“You’ll have to ask Alexandria,” Guerin replied.

“What does that mean?”

“He mentioned something about Markus to me,” she patiently added, but Markus didn’t miss the sound of growing frustration in her voice. “I just need to speak to him first. Then if you want, we can talk.”

Markus’s pulse roared inside his head. What had Enrique told her?

Closing his eyes, he drew in a calming breath, his mind returning to the female who stood only a few feet away. It had been at least a year since he’d last seen her. How would Alexandria look? Had she changed? Did the fire still burn in her violet gaze?

“Fine,” Kenric said. “I’ll take you to him.”

“No.”

She wanted to see him. Alone. Markus pushed from the mattress, steadying himself on his feet. Anticipation hummed inside his veins.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kenric said, his tone firm.

“Are you implying he’s dangerous—even from the other side of your silver cage?”

A corner of Markus’s mouth curled. The little vixen hadn’t lost her fire. Alexandria had never taken no for an answer.

Kenric sighed. “It’s not that he’s dangerous per se. Not in his current state—”

“Then I’d like to speak to him in private,” she said. After a second or two of tension-filled silence, she added, “Please.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a tad stubborn?” Kenric asked.

“Maybe once or twice,” she said. “But I like to think of it as being relentlessly determined. Will you give me some time to speak with Markus…alone?”

“We’ll be on the other side of that door,” the master vampire said. “Call out, and we’ll be in here before you can blink.”

“This may take a while. I need some answers from him about a few things, and I’m pretty sure getting him to cooperate won’t be something that happens quickly.”

“Getting Markus to do anything that isn’t his idea is never an easy task,” Kenric said.

“Exactly,” she said. “Give me a little time, okay? Like you said, he can’t hurt me from the other side of the bars.”

“I don’t like it,” Kenric replied. “But if this is something you feel you really need to do, I understand.”

“It is.”

A moment later, the exterior door thumped shut. And Markus found that the desire for his next breath had vanished. He shoved the thick strands of dark hair partially covering his eyes back, then coiled his fingers into a tight fist at his side. Then she was there.

Alexandria strode in front of the cage’s door. She wore her blue-black locks loose, the ends curling, nearly brushing her firm, denim-covered ass. Damn. His cock swelled. Her hips swayed with every step, the heels of her boots clicking off the cement floor. He raked the female with a gaze from the slender curves of her legs and the swell of her calves hidden behind the black leather all the way back up to the narrow belt sitting low on her hip bones. A short black leather jacket covered her arms, but the tail of her purple blouse didn’t quite make it to her waistband, leaving a tantalizing peek of smooth, creamy skin for him to obsess over. He flexed his fingers at the sight, the pads itching to stroke her exposed flesh. Would she quiver under his touch?

Monday, June 22, 2015

Undying Hunger PreOrder Blitz!

Pre-Order Blitz & Giveaway

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Undying Hunger

by Jessica Lee

Series: The Enclave, #4

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Release Date: June 30, 2015

Hosted by: Book Partners In Crime Promotions

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All she can remember is hunger...for him.

A year ago, Alexandria Stevens strode through the doors of Wicked Ways and into the arms of a man—a monster, really—who stole everything from her. Her memory. Her life. Now she's a creature of darkness with only hazy images in her mind of that night and a confusing jumble of emotions. A fierce hate...and an even fiercer desire for Markus Santini.

Markus has walked through this world for more than a hundred years, knowing exactly who and what he was, until Alexandria undid it all. Undid him. When a former vampire colleague threatens one of the Enclave’s own, Markus is needed—but only as the dark, powerful creature he once was. And in order to become that, he must find redemption...in the arms of a woman who despises him with every breath she can no longer take.

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Excerpt:

The exterior door snicked open. “I want to see him,” a female said.

Alexandria.

He’d know that voice anywhere. Even from his grave.

Every neuron in Markus’s brain fired. What the hell was she doing here in the basement of the Enclave mansion?

“Tell her this isn’t a good idea, Kenric.” It was Guerin who spoke up. Of course. The bastard hated him.

“What’s going on?” Kenric asked. “Why do you need to see him?”

“I just need to talk to him,” she said.

“We ran into some DEADs tonight,” Guerin said, “and Enrique popped in.”

What the fuck?

That dose of info made what blood he had left in his veins surge, laced with adrenaline. Markus rolled over and up onto the side of his bed, his joints rebelling.

“Enrique?” Kenric rumbled. “I had no idea the asshole could function without Marguerite’s direction. What in hell did he want?”

“You’ll have to ask Alexandria,” Guerin replied.

“What does that mean?”

“He mentioned something about Markus to me,” she patiently added, but Markus didn’t miss the sound of growing frustration in her voice. “I just need to speak to him first. Then if you want, we can talk.”

Markus’s pulse roared inside his head. What had Enrique told her?

Closing his eyes, he drew in a calming breath, his mind returning to the female who stood only a few feet away. It had been at least a year since he’d last seen her. How would Alexandria look? Had she changed? Did the fire still burn in her violet gaze?

“Fine,” Kenric said. “I’ll take you to him.”

“No.”

She wanted to see him. Alone. Markus pushed from the mattress, steadying himself on his feet. Anticipation hummed inside his veins.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kenric said, his tone firm.

“Are you implying he’s dangerous—even from the other side of your silver cage?”

A corner of Markus’s mouth curled. The little vixen hadn’t lost her fire. Alexandria had never taken no for an answer.

Kenric sighed. “It’s not that he’s dangerous per se. Not in his current state—”

“Then I’d like to speak to him in private,” she said. After a second or two of tension-filled silence, she added, “Please.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a tad stubborn?” Kenric asked.

“Maybe once or twice,” she said. “But I like to think of it as being relentlessly determined. Will you give me some time to speak with Markus…alone?”

“We’ll be on the other side of that door,” the master vampire said. “Call out, and we’ll be in here before you can blink.”

“This may take a while. I need some answers from him about a few things, and I’m pretty sure getting him to cooperate won’t be something that happens quickly.”

“Getting Markus to do anything that isn’t his idea is never an easy task,” Kenric said.

“Exactly,” she said. “Give me a little time, okay? Like you said, he can’t hurt me from the other side of the bars.”

“I don’t like it,” Kenric replied. “But if this is something you feel you really need to do, I understand.”

“It is.”

A moment later, the exterior door thumped shut. And Markus found that the desire for his next breath had vanished. He shoved the thick strands of dark hair partially covering his eyes back, then coiled his fingers into a tight fist at his side. Then she was there.

Alexandria strode in front of the cage’s door. She wore her blue-black locks loose, the ends curling, nearly brushing her firm, denim-covered ass. Damn. His cock swelled. Her hips swayed with every step, the heels of her boots clicking off the cement floor. He raked the female with a gaze from the slender curves of her legs and the swell of her calves hidden behind the black leather all the way back up to the narrow belt sitting low on her hip bones. A short black leather jacket covered her arms, but the tail of her purple blouse didn’t quite make it to her waistband, leaving a tantalizing peek of smooth, creamy skin for him to obsess over. He flexed his fingers at the sight, the pads itching to stroke her exposed flesh. Would she quiver under his touch?

 

 

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Tax Time Savings SALE! #AReBlast

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Monday, March 2, 2015

New Issue BTSemag is Live!

Have you checked out the latest issue of BTSemag? Yours truly has an ad in this issue, and it's so pretty!