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Series: Raleigh Texas Wolves #1
Author: Teagan Wilde
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 6, 2018
Damon came into my life when I needed him the most. I’d never imagined my mate would be the Alpha of the most notorious pack around.
He became my everything, but little did I know my future with him was in danger.
Things were not what they seemed...
When I allowed a new member to join my pack, I never imagined that she would become mine. Farren was not what I’d expected, and yet she was everything I needed.
Someone was out to hurt her, but they didn’t expect me and my pack to be standing in front of her, protecting her.
Let the hunt begin.
Title - Soul Food: A Steamy Paranormal Love Story
Author - Michelle Gross
Genre - 18+ Paranormal Romance
Release Date: November 25, 2018
With no choice, a human bargains her soul for ten years of music and song.
With no time for anything beyond her dream, Ruth Thomas becomes a worldwide sensation, never knowing love or appreciating lust until she finally meets the mysterious president of Black Hearts, Amit Kingston.
In a game of seduction, Ruth thinks she can enjoy a moment of lust, if only once, before the demon comes and devours her soul. Only the demon makes touching men impossible and getting Amit Kingston to crack is a job itself.
The demon doesn’t just own her soul. He controls every aspect of her life, including her fragile heart and her body’s desires.
Worst of all, Ruth doesn’t realize how close the demon really is.
Michelle is from a small town in Eastern Kentucky where opossums try to blend in with the cats on the porch and bears are likely to chase your pets—this is very true, it happened with her sister’s dog. Despite the extra needed protection for your pets, she loves the mountains she calls home. She has a man and twin girls who are the light of her life and the reason she’s slightly crazy.
As a kid, she was that cousin, that friend, that sister and daughter, the talker who could spin a tale and make-believe into any little thing so it was no surprise when she found love in reading, and figured all these characters inside her head needed an outlet. They wanted to be heard, so she wrote.
The voices keep growing faster than she gets the time to write.
The stories are never going to end. That’s perfectly okay, though. We never want to stop an adventure.
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Dark Arts and a Daiquiri
“This is really nice,” I gushed, unconcerned by the apartment’s lackluster finishes. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and having spent the last ten months sleeping on my brother’s sofa, I was ready to overlook anything less than holes in the walls.
Which, unfortunately, had been included in all the apartments we’d viewed so far, along with complimentary mold, cockroaches, and suspicious odors. That wasn’t including the batshit crazy landlords. Did normal people not dabble in real estate investment, or did all the well-adjusted landlords have tenants already?
“It’s clean,” Sin observed. “Running water. Heat. Wait, does it have heat? It’s cold in here.”
“Well, it is a basement.” I flapped my printout. “It says all utilities are included in the rent. How sweet is that?”
Sin wrinkled her nose suspiciously. “It’s too cheap. There’s got to be something wrong with it.”
“Maybe there’s a hobo living in the crawlspace.” I pointed at a half-height door tucked in a corner of the living room. “That’s a crawlspace, right?”
We crossed the room and I crouched at the door, Sin leaning over my shoulder. I pulled it open. Inside was nothing but impenetrable darkness.
“Use your phone’s flashlight,” Sin suggested. “There must be a light switch or—”
Chill air whispered over my skin and all the hair on my body stood on end—then arctic wind blasted me in the face.
I recoiled, crashing into Sin’s legs. She landed on her ass as the wind howled out of the crawlspace, whipping dust through the room. My printouts went flying and we scrambled backward on our butts with the papers spiraling toward the ceiling.
The darkness in the crawlspace leaked out from the doorway and pooled on the floor like ink. Shadows writhed and something pale materialized in the threshold—a skeletal woman on her hands and knees, toothless mouth gaping, empty eye sockets dribbling black blood.
I took one look at the moaning specter and screamed like the sissy girl that I am.
Sin let out her own terrified shriek as the ghostly woman dragged herself out of the crawlspace, her long hair trailing on the floor. She stretched a hand toward us, blackened fingers curled like claws, and icy gusts lashed at our faces. Still screaming, Sin grabbed my arm, her fingernails digging into my skin. Sharp pain cut through my panic.
I jammed my hand into my pocket and whipped out my trump card—yes, a literal card.
My trusty Queen of Spades was more than it appeared: a sorcerer’s artifact embedded with a spell that reflected magic. Was there any magic here to rebound? I had no idea. Would it work on a ghost? Also no idea. I wasn’t a sorcerer. I was a crime-of-convenience thief and I had only the vaguest notion how to use the card.
But it was the lone magical defense I had, so I thrust it at the phantom and shouted, “Ori repercutio!”
The air rippled and the gale-force wind reversed direction. It slammed into the woman, flinging her back into the crawlspace. Her head hit the door frame with a whack.
“Ow!” she squeaked.
Sin’s scream cut off. In unison, we launched to our feet. We weren’t screaming anymore, but I for one was even more freaked out. The woman was too solid to be a ghost, but holy freaking shit, that body did not belong to a living being—papery skin clinging to bones, empty sockets for eyes, stringy hair down to her knees.
The ghost woman sprang up, raising her hands like claws. “Begone from this place,” she moaned. “Begooooone … or else!”
I tilted my head toward Sin, not daring to take my eyes off the not-a-ghost. “Hey, Sin. Is that … a vampire?”
“No.” She pulled a handful of vials with colorful liquid contents out of her purse. “Not even close.”
Selecting a bottle, she dropped the others back into her bag and unscrewed the top. A hideous smell like burnt iron singed my nose.
“No!” the woman shrieked—except she didn’t sound like a woman anymore. Her voice was two octaves higher and painfully nasal. “Don’t!”
Sin held out the bottle threateningly. “Show us your real form or I’ll drench you!”
“Noooo! Go away!” The woman stomped her foot. “Stupid humans! This is my house!”
Raising her hand higher, Sin started to tip the bottle.
“Uuuuugh. Fine.” The woman threw her hands up—and her body melted. It lost solidity and shrank, then reformed into something new.
The creature was dark green with skin the waxy texture of pine needles. Even with twigs sprouting off its large head in place of hair, it barely reached my waist, and a mixture of spruce branches and pine cones hid its torso. Thin arms and legs stuck out of the twiggy mess, its hands and feet comically oversized.
Its eyes, narrowed angrily, dominated its face, the crystalline green irises unnaturally bright and entirely lacking pupils—just giant green orbs.
The creature pointed an accusing finger at us. “This is my house! Leave or I’ll turn you into bean sprouts!”
I cleared my throat. “Okay, not a vampire,” I said to Sin. “What is it?” “This,” Sin replied grimly, “is a faery.”
Today we have the blog tour for Marie Johnston’s A SHIFTER’S CLAIM. Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: A Shifter’s Claim
Author: Marie Johnston
Genre: Paranormal Romance
About A Shifter’s Claim:A shifter without a mate is a shifter without a mind. It’s been five years since Shilo’s mate walked out on her and she’s been just a little, tiny bit unstable, a feeling that isn’t helped by the impending fight with a neighboring colony. She might not be all there, but even a crazed shifter knows waking up in a stranger’s bed hours from home to find the contacts from her pack murdered means she’s in trouble. Aimless and restless and unconcerned with anything beyond his next one-night stand, Waylon agrees to act as bodyguard for some shifter pack liaison embroiled in a power struggle. What could it hurt? He’s been aching for five years, and maybe this assignment will take his mind off all he’s lost. But when he meets his client, his world stops. It’s her. His mate. The one he left. Thanks to their history, he can’t just walk away and leave her as a target. Thanks to her instability, she can’t go home without backup. If either wants to survive the bloody present, both will have to set aside their heartbreaking past and fight for their uncertain future.
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A Shifter’s Claim is the first book I’ve read from Marie Johnston, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. This novel is a couple of book in on an ongoing series, but I was able to read it as a standalone.
**I will warn you, and this may be a possible spoiler, so don’t read any further if you don’t want to know …**
If you don’t like the hero and heroine with other people while they’re together but not together then this will bother you. Both main characters are with other people while broken up/separated. It’s explained in a way that makes you feel better about it, but you will get frustrated with both of them.
There’s a mystery and some angst which I loved. I read it in one day because I couldn’t put it down. I had to know what happened next. Marie Johnston created some realistic characters in a paranormal universe in which people shift to wolves.
One of my favorite parts of this shifter world was that they developed extra skills or powers. I thought that was interesting since it’s something I have only read in vampire novels. I also thought it was beautiful how the heroine’s gift was crafting and she used it to keep the culture of her people alive. That got me a little teary, and you’ll see what I mean at the end.
Overall, this is a book I would recommend to fellow PNR lovers.
About Marie Johnston:Marie Johnston is an award-winning writer of paranormal and contemporary romance, and a RITA® Finalist. Marie decided to pursue her passion for writing and traded in her lab coat for a laptop to write her first book ever, Fever Claim. She lives in the upper Midwest with her husband, four kids, and two kittens. Other than hanging out with her family, Marie enjoys reading, movie dates with her hubby, getting outside on sunny days, and the all too rare - girls' night out.
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Series: Wolf Essence #1
Author: Michelle Corchis
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: December 12, 2018 Cover Designs: Decedant Designs by Dee
Mya never wanted to be the center of attention, however her luck ran out when she landed at the Howl, owned by none other than the resident pack alpha, Cade James.
The pack becomes her captors, salvation and destiny all rolled into one.
Will she accept what is before her or run out of fear of losing not only her life but her heart to the handsome and commanding leader that breaks down her barriers bit by bit.
***This book contains strong adult situations and language, intended for adults only**
To Michelle there’s no better place than between pages of a book. Growing up, she had a passion for reading science fiction, music, and anything that was creative. Someday, she thought there would always be a place for her “In the Final Frontier”.
After some thought, Michelle decided to live out her fantasy world through her stories. Always remember, when life throws you a curveball, all you need to do is fly away to another world in the pages of books.
Today we have the release day blitz of Mimi Jean Pamfiloff’s The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant. Check it out and grab your copy today!
Title: The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant, Book 2
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Genre: Paranormal Romance
About The Librarian’s Vampire Assistant:From New York Times Bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes a humorous, fun standalone mystery, The Librarian's Vampire Assistant, Book 2. (Yep! It's a standalone. The boring title is just to mess with you!) HOW MUCH LONGER CAN HE KEEP HIS SECRET AND HIS FAVORITE HUMAN SAFE? Michael Vanderhorst has always been a lone wolf. Or lone vampire? Whatever. Point is, this ancient gentleman vampire is obsessed. She's quirky, a horrible dresser, and the cutest librarian he's ever seen. The question is, why her? In four hundred years, no one has ever captured his attention like this. He must find out, which is why he just signed on as her new assistant. The problem is, she has no idea vampires exist or that she's just broken one of their laws. As the leader of his territory, Michael has been ordered by his council to turn her or kill her. "Over my dead body!" To overturn the ruling, Michael needs the council on his side, and right now they're asking him to hunt down and execute five hundred vampires no one can seem to locate. Unfortunately, his assassin days are long over, and he's not so sure he can go back to killing. But with Miriam's life on the line and their unusual bond growing stronger each day, will he dust off the old sword or give her the bite that will make her his forever?
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About Mimi Jean Pamfiloff:MIMI JEAN PAMFILOFF is a USA Today and New York Times bestselling romance author with over a million books sold worldwide. Although she obtained her MBA and worked for more than fifteen years in the corporate world, she believes that it’s never too late to come out of the romance closet and follow your dream. Mimi lives with her Latin Lover hubby, two pirates-in-training (their boys), and the rat terrier duo, Snowflake and Mini Me, in Arizona. She hopes to make you laugh when you need it most and continues to pray daily that leather pants will make a big comeback for men.
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Series: Southern Werewolves Novel #2
Author: Heather MacKinnon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 14, 2018
When Elizabeth just barely made it through her first full moon as a werewolf, she thought the worst was behind her.
She was wrong.
While she struggles to control her temper and keep her wolf side at bay, she’s also juggling her old life as an attorney living in Raleigh, with being a werewolf in a pack in Asheville. Add in the fact that the man that attacked her is now killing women who look just like her, and she has her hands full.
Good thing she has Abraham by her side. The werewolf who’s apparently her fated mate is the sexiest man she’s ever met, and all hers. So, why can’t she give him her heart like he’s given his?
Can Elizabeth give up her old life in Raleigh and commit to Abraham and her new pack? If she puts aside her fears and stubborn pride, she might. That is if she can figure out who the serial killer is before he comes back for her.
Heather MacKinnon is an author living in the research triangle in North Carolina with her husband and two troublemaking dogs. She grew up on Long Island and spent her young adult years in various states in New England. This led to her subsequent addiction to Dunkin’ Donuts latte’s and her gratuitous use of the word “wicked”. She’s tried her hand at many jobs throughout the years as she strove to find the one that made her happy. Heather has sold chicken, kitchen knives, auto body supplies, PR packages, and computer software. She’s been a cashier, a waitress, a cook, a hotel concierge, a phlebotomist, and an Uber driver. Though her jobs have been many, her passion has always been reading. She’d hide in the bathroom and read between sales calls, or find a lonely corner in the kitchen and whip out her kindle between waiting on tables. After a lifetime of enjoying other people’s words, she decided to write down some of her own.
250 years ago in Avalon
I watch the new arrivals as they march through the gate behind me. Some of us fairies arrived early as a sign of respect, but some are just now showing up, disgusting. Each of them smiles as they are assigned their room, and I wonder who I will be stuck with. I am not here to make friends or please anyone, no, I’m here to become a fierce warrior so that one day I can protect what is mine.
“Hello,” a deep voice says.
“Hello,” I reply. My eyes take in the fairy standing before me, his tall, lean body, with his black hair just like the rest of the warrior born fairies, but this one, there’s something different about him.
“I am Rowan,” he says holding out his hand.
“Connor,” I reply, gripping his hand in return.
I watch as he places some small items on the footrest and scowl, trinkets. What good will they do him here? We are here to become warriors not miss the female fairies. He smiles when he places a small stone onto the surface.
“You have a female,” I ask.
“Indeed, my true mate,” he smiles at me lighting up his whole face.
“Congratulations,” I reply then leave the small confined space. I pace the stone walkway until my anger simmers. How can he have his true mate so soon, he is not but my age. A horn sounds, snapping me from my thoughts and I march into the field to wait my orders. Rowan stops next to me still smiling, but I plan to wipe it from his face. We hold our heads high while we are instructed on what to do.
“Swordplay,” I hiss.
“You do not like swordplay?” he questions.
“No, I prefer the real thing,” I snap.
He answers with a chuckle, and I feel my anger rise again. He is too cavalier, too…smiley to be a warrior.
“Ah, you made it,” our instructor says to him.
“Indeed I did,” Rowan says, in return. They share a secret smile, which has my hands clenching into fists.
“You may take your leave,” we are told before the instructor walks away.
“Have fun sword playing,” Rowan grins as he walks away from me.
I watch him while I cut down my warrior brother with my wooden sword. Rowan has the eyes of most of our instructors and many of our warrior brothers. I can’t seem to stop the snarl that curls my lip.
“You do not like the prince,” my partner asks.
“The crown prince,” he nods to where Rowan is now laughing with his sparring partner.
“You must be mistaken,” I reply.
“I am not. That is Prince Rowan, I have been to many revelries to know who he is,” my partner replies. “Just last summer he bonded with the princess of the summer court,” he tells me.
“Of course, I did hear that,” I reply. His true mate, a princess, of course it would be, for who else would the Goddess create for the beloved Prince of Avalon but an equally beloved Princess.
“You do not look pleased,” my partner says with watching eyes.
“I am indeed,” I reply forcing a smile to my lips. “The prince, here with us,” I sigh. Just the fairy I have always wanted to meet.
Ascension Copyright © 2018 by E.A. Weston
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, including Internet usage, without written permission from E.A. Weston, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in articles and reviews.
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No way was she misinterpreting the need reflecting back at her.
Say it, she silently urged. Too proud to beg out loud. Do something.
“What do you want, Finn?” she repeated.
He tipped his head down, though his gaze remained on her, but the light in those blue depths shifted, turning from banked need, held ruthlessly in check, to a possessiveness that drew her body into aching awareness.
He pulled lightly on her wrist, drawing her across what had been an impassable chasm of space, until she was flush against his hard body. His other hand came under the fall of her hair to rest against her neck.
She didn’t look away, not even as he lowered his head, his movement agonizingly slow. His mouth only a whisper from hers, he stopped.
“You,” he said. “I want you.”
Finally. She had no idea if she closed the distanced between their lips or if he did. She only knew that she was getting exactly what she wanted.
Sensation forced her eyes closed as the heat of him seeped into her skin, her body flushing with it, swamping her senses. Their tongues tangled, his mouth hard and urgent against hers, like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed to possess her. The speed of her body’s reaction was so fast, so immediate, that she went dizzy with the need, like looking over the edge of a terrifying drop.
She was too out of her element, too out of control, but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted more.
He released her wrist, wrapping his arm around her waist, her softness yielding to his hard body as he held her closer. At the same time, he loosened his grip on her neck, brushing over the sensitive skin at her nape with his fingers.
Shards of electricity zapped from that simple touch directly to her core, which throbbed in response. At the same time, warmth from that touch spread through her on a wave of a feeling akin to total acceptance. Like this was where she was supposed to be. A low moan dragged from her mouth as he lifted her, just enough that it put him in complete control. He slipped a thigh between her legs, then pressed her down.
Delaney leaned into him, her body softening into his, attuned to what his wicked hands and lips were doing to her even as her heart beat fast has hummingbird’s wings just to be in his arms. She arched into him, moving against him with a moan.
His hand slid under her shirt and he brushed against the sensitive flesh at her waist, his skin warm against hers. Which only made her want more skin.
With eager hands, she tugged at his black t-shirt, breaking their kisses only long enough to pull it over his head. Then she allowed her hands to roam, to feel the rigid strength in his body, loving the heat of him, the bourbon and Coke smell of him.
A shudder shook his body. “I want you.” He paused, then said something else under his breath. Something like, “More than I should let myself.” But then his lips were back on hers, addling her senses and taking over her mind.
A bellow rent the air and jerked Delaney out of the oblivion of pleasure where she floated. She snapped her head up, breaking the kiss to listen. Another sound that she could only classify as a roar broke the stillness.
“What was that?” she asked. Fear, rather than need, had her heart tripping over itself inside her chest. “It sounds like a…wounded animal.”
Finn gave a low rumble that sounded more like a warning growl than anything a human would make, and her heart slammed into high gear. Slowly, dread pulling at her, she turned her head to look directly at him.
To encounter eyes ablaze. Not figuratively. Literally ablaze. Blue flames consumed his irises.
What the hell? Panic spiked inside her, and her breath came out in short, sharp bursts, speeding up as she absorbed what she was seeing.
Adrenaline joined the fear and she shoved his chest. Hard.
She must’ve surprised him, because Finn released her, stumbling back a few paces. She managed to keep her feet under her, then scrambled back, trying not to trip over any rocks in her path.
He held up his hands. “Delaney, don’t—”
She did the only thing she could. She ran.
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