Here's the final excerpt of the day! At the end of the party, I'll be randomly drawing the name of a commenter to receive a $10 Amazon.com gift card!
Excerpt 3
Nadira opened her eyes. Above her, the cream-colored ceiling swam into view. Shifting herself, she braced her hands against a nearby table and lifted her head. Bad idea. She leaned her face against the cool, glass surface of the table, and hung on, waiting for the dizziness to pass.
It was a violation for Guardians to use their powers against each other. The charge was serious enough to incur banishment--something that hadn't happened in recent memory.
Ilana couldn't have the same abilities as a Guardian. There had to be another explanation.
"Are you all right?" With a groan, Jon dragged himself over and crouched beside her. "How the hell did she do that?"
Nadira eased herself into a sitting position, resting her back against the edge of the table. "She must've used some kind of weapon or had a chemical enhancement." She'd have to wait until her head was clear before she could sort it all out.
"She didn't use a weapon," he said, his grey eyes searching hers. "It came from her--the same way you blasted those attackers."
"Her abilities aren't as strong as mine…and she hasn't been properly trained, so she's reckless. She uses all her power in her blasts." Nadira rubbed her forehead. "I tried to read her, but I couldn't get through her shields."
"If she's weaker, how could she blast you?"
"She used my abilities against me. People who are weaker can undermine someone who has stronger energy."
Jonathan helped her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly, but after a moment she was able to stand on her own.
"We have to get out of here now. They're calling security," he said.
Supported by Jon's firm arm around her shoulders, she walked out into the corridor.
About the book
On the planet, Hathor, a powerful group called the Guardians serves as the security force for Novacorp, the corporation that runs Hathor with its ruthless monopoly. Nadira, as one of the most powerful Guardians, is expected to use her intuition and telekinetic powers to keep the capital city safe from thieves and intruders.
Jonathan Keel, son of a mine CEO on the nearby planet, Astarte, is wealthy, privileged and used to getting what he wants. When his father goes missing after a robbery and explosion at the mine, he defies the authorities and heads to Hathor to search for him and for the robbers.
Security is on high alert and Nadira is charged with protecting Jon. She rescues him from an vicious attack and discovers that the Guardians have another agenda that has nothing to do with solving the crime.
Jonathan finds evidence of his father's possible involvement, while his attraction to Nadira forces her to confront all she has known about being a Guardian, especially the rule to put duty before her personal feelings.
Struggling with their growing desires, and chased by company security, Jon and Nadira flee the city. But solving the crime leads them to endure betrayals from the people closest to them, as secrets are revealed that not only link their pasts but also threaten to destroy Jon's family and separate him from Nadira forever.
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Sunday, January 5, 2014
UNTANGLE MY HEART - Blog Tour
Can she break from the past & risk her heart
to a man least likely to do forever?
The first official tour for my contemporary romance, Untangle My Heart, will begin on January 13th. Please stop by 1/13-1/24 and enter the Rafflecopter contest for a chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card.
I'll leave you with another excerpt from Untangle My Heart.
Edward raised an eyebrow toward her. “Are you sure you’re up for sledding?” he asked, with a glance down at her black high-heeled boots.
She shot him a challenging look. “Only if we race against you.”
“Me?”
“Lucas and I against you. Loser buys dinner.”
He studied her, almost as though he were weighing how he could turn this contest in his favor. Then he turned to Lucas. “Why don’t you grab two sleds, sport, while I negotiate with Kate?”
Lucas nodded and ran off.
Edward hooked his fingers in her jacket pockets and pulled her closer. “How about if I win, you go on a date with me?”
“That’s playing dirty.”
“Very well. You can explain to Lucas why we’re not racing.”
“I can’t do that. Just look at how excited he is.” She nodded over to where Lucas stood waiting for available sleds, jumping up and down and an enthusiastic grin on his face.
“My sled, my rules, or are you afraid you’ll lose?”
He struck a nerve and he knew it. She couldn’t back down from the challenge. Besides, she’d been rethinking the whole not-dating thing and almost convinced herself she was being ridiculous for fighting their attraction. So no matter what happened, she’d figured she’d win.
She met the challenge of his gaze. “One date—and don’t expect sex.”
He attempted to look shocked, but one side of his mouth twitched. “Certainly not.”
“Fine. Be prepared to lose.”
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What’s Your Social Media Addiction of Choice? (GIVEAWAY - FREE AUDIO BOOK)
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We
live in the Information Age. Everyone has a smart phone these days and is usually
plugged into some device or social media venue for at least a few hours each
day. So what’s your preferred social media platform? My teenage sons are usually streaming video
from YouTube, but my platform(s) of choice are Facebook and Twitter. Although I’ve
recently started to dabble with Pinterest, too, just for fun … and, man, do I
love Pinterest. I never realized how visual I am. And how much those beautiful
visual images can relax me.
So
what’s it for you? Do you Pin, Tweet, Post? Or are you doing something totally
new and avant garde? I’d love to hear about it.
If
you’re a writer, or any type of entrepreneur, really, it’s important that you
know which platform your targeted audience uses most. I write romance. Most of
my readers, women between the ages of 18 and 65 are using primarily Facebook,
but many romance readers between the ages of 20 and 50 are on Twitter sharing
books they loved. So it makes sense for me to be on both. I’ve found that
Pinterest enhances my use of both Facebook and Twitter.
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My
Goddess Fish Virtual Book Tour for Essence starts January 27 and ends February 21. Drop by
any of the stops below to visit. It should be a fun road trip! I look forward to
meeting you.
January 27: Sharing
Links and Wisdom
January 27: Rose and Beps Blog
January 28: Tina Donahue Presents
January 28: Shooting Stars Reviews
January 29: The blog of C.R. Moss
January 29: JM Stewart--Contemporary Romance Author
January 29: Wicked Readings By Tawania
January 30: The eBook Promotions
January 31: Laurie's Thoughts and Reviews
January 31: Live To Read ~Krystal
February 3: Hope. Dreams. Life... Love
February 3: Welcome to My World of Dreams
February 4: Wake Up Your Wild Side
February 5: A Writer's Life
February 5: Queen of the Night Reviews
February 6: The Pen and Muse Book Reviews
February 6: Fiction With a Passion
February 7: Susana's Morning Room
February 10: Lia's Book Haven
February 10: Storm Goddess Book Reviews and More
February 10: Read Your Writes Book Reviews
February 11: Sarah Says Read Romance
February 12: Girl meets Books
February 13: Andi's Book Reviews
February 14: You Gotta Read Reviews
February 17: Christine Young author
February 17: Beyond Romance
February 18: Book 'Em North Carolina
February 19: Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears
February 20: Long and Short Reviews
February 20: Erzabet's Enchantments
February 21: Harlie's Books
January 27: Rose and Beps Blog
January 28: Tina Donahue Presents
January 28: Shooting Stars Reviews
January 29: The blog of C.R. Moss
January 29: JM Stewart--Contemporary Romance Author
January 29: Wicked Readings By Tawania
January 30: The eBook Promotions
January 31: Laurie's Thoughts and Reviews
January 31: Live To Read ~Krystal
February 3: Hope. Dreams. Life... Love
February 3: Welcome to My World of Dreams
February 4: Wake Up Your Wild Side
February 5: A Writer's Life
February 5: Queen of the Night Reviews
February 6: The Pen and Muse Book Reviews
February 6: Fiction With a Passion
February 7: Susana's Morning Room
February 10: Lia's Book Haven
February 10: Storm Goddess Book Reviews and More
February 10: Read Your Writes Book Reviews
February 11: Sarah Says Read Romance
February 12: Girl meets Books
February 13: Andi's Book Reviews
February 14: You Gotta Read Reviews
February 17: Christine Young author
February 17: Beyond Romance
February 18: Book 'Em North Carolina
February 19: Rage, Sex and Teddy Bears
February 20: Long and Short Reviews
February 20: Erzabet's Enchantments
February 21: Harlie's Books
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ONE NIGHT OF SURRENDER by EVIE NORTH
It’s his last night on earth…and his final wish will be her command.
The Brothers Mortmain, Book 1
Like his two brothers, Sir Gervais Hawley, son of the Earl of Mortmain, is reckless and wild. But now his days are numbered. Given up to the Bow Street Runners for robbing a coach, he has been sent to Newgate to hang.
Every man on death row is granted a final wish—if he has the money. Gervais has more money than most, and his final wish is for a taste of something sweeter than mere food. He wants Katherine, a woman falsely imprisoned. For one night in her arms, he will pay the debts that will set her free.
From the moment she saw Gervais in the corridors of Newgate, Katherine felt the spark of attraction. In exchange for her freedom, she agrees to his terms: one night in his bed, obey his every command.
Their passionate encounter is more than Katherine ever expected. And as the cock crow draws near, her body and heart crave more. But Gervais is headed for the gallows…unless fate intervenes.
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The Brothers Mortmain, Book 1
Like his two brothers, Sir Gervais Hawley, son of the Earl of Mortmain, is reckless and wild. But now his days are numbered. Given up to the Bow Street Runners for robbing a coach, he has been sent to Newgate to hang.
Every man on death row is granted a final wish—if he has the money. Gervais has more money than most, and his final wish is for a taste of something sweeter than mere food. He wants Katherine, a woman falsely imprisoned. For one night in her arms, he will pay the debts that will set her free.
From the moment she saw Gervais in the corridors of Newgate, Katherine felt the spark of attraction. In exchange for her freedom, she agrees to his terms: one night in his bed, obey his every command.
Their passionate encounter is more than Katherine ever expected. And as the cock crow draws near, her body and heart crave more. But Gervais is headed for the gallows…unless fate intervenes.
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Fate is a fickle thing...
One moment I was gripping the rail in
front of me in the gallery, the next I was looking up from the floor beneath
where I had stood, my disbelief and quiet ‘No’ echoing in my mind.
As I and everyone in the room around me had
watched, the six brothers had moved to stand as a solid wall behind Rigor and
the portal that had flared to life between them. It had grown ominously, like a
bad dream in slow motion to the horror of all who saw it. Their faces had all
gone still and determined as the crowd watched them leap and surround Rigor as
he fell backwards from a position in front where he had stood frozen in mid-speech
to Amaranos when he had been struck dumb. Mandre had collapsed in his seat and
Jonet had jumped up screaming for her sons, though no sound had passed her
lips. The shock of the events had stilled their sister as if she too had been
struck dumb by the god with her brother. The scene would forever be frozen in
my mind.
In the twinkle of time between when the
six leapt and when they connected with Rigor and fell through the portal, I had
watched as Tynan’s immortal form was revealed to me though he had not changed. It
was a lightning strike that lanced me open. He was mine. He was gone. It was
that simple and that fast. His eyes met mine for less than a moment and I believe
he had seen me as well. Our match-mating would never be.
I was lost to a whirlwind of emotion,
and then I found myself on the floor with my skirts in disarray about me. My
hair was disheveled and my face wet with tears I didn’t remember crying. I was
a heaped mess where only my feet had been. The future that I had always known
as a lady-in-waiting to Amarine was a secondary thought now to the one I would
never know as Tynan’s mate. I did not know I would ever want a match-mating. Now
that it was lost to me, I found I wanted it more than anything.
Rising from where I had landed and looking
around, the gallery had cleared and Amaranos had retired from the court floor. Mandre
and Jonet sat consoling one another with Jondre looking on wearing the same
face of stunned disbelief she had been wearing before her brothers were gone. The
room felt hollow. The floor of the court below revealed no difference now, or
that anything had happened, much less that a portal to somewhere unknown had
appeared and taken the seven warriors in the time it takes to sneeze.
~Through the Oracle's Mist, Aedan Byrnes
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HIS WICKED DREAM: Kissing Booth
HIS WICKED DREAM
Book 2, Velvet Lies Series
by Adrienne deWolfe
Book Excerpt
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Story Notes: And now the excerpt you’ve been waiting for! That’s right: Aunt Claudia commandeers the Kissing Booth with her shotgun!
For those of you who haven’t been following this chronicle, Claudia is the 75-year-old spinster aunt of our beloved (long-suffering) heroine, Eden. Claudia is a total Toot, as we say in Texas. She stomps around town in her coonskin cap, enormous bib overalls, and fishing boots. She never goes anywhere without her corncob pipe and her shotgun.
For the rest of you readers – especially all the Eden, Michael (and yes, even Sera) fans – I’ve preceded the Kissing Booth bit with some other shenanigans, all of which take place at the Independence Day Jamboree in mythical Blue Thunder, Kentucky,1881. (Need more in the way of a book description? Visit this site.)
By the way: Bonnie is Michael’s ex-lover (and therefore, Eden’s rival.) Sera, who is only 18 in this story, is Michael’s kid sister and the heroine of SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL (Book 3, Velvet Lies.) Enjoy! ~ Adrienne deWolfe
"Eden! Good heavens, didn't you hear us calling you?"
A caramel apple cart rolled by, and Bonnie, her lips kiss-swollen and her eyes spitting fire, materialized in its place. A smirking Sera stood beside her.
"You have got to do something about your aunt!" Bonnie said, racing forward. "Claudia was supposed to be the chaperone. Now she's ruining everything! She thinks she can raise money better than us, and she won't listen to reason."
"Or to Bonnie," Sera deadpanned.
Eden didn't dare succumb to the twitch in her lips. "What's she doing this time?"
"See for yourself!"
Eden followed the line of Bonnie's quivering finger. As the crowd shifted again, the seventy-five-year-old rascal could be seen stomping her feet, shaking her gunstock, and hollering at the top of her lungs. She'd climbed onto the Kissing Booth's counter, her dungarees billowing in the wind, her iron-gray hair frizzing in the humidity. Apparently she was taunting any man too foolish not to give the booth a wide berth. It was a wonder she hadn't had a seizure.
"She's going to break her fool neck," Bonnie grumbled, concern actually creeping into her tone. "Did you let her drink corn mash again?"
"I think Auntie ate Sally McGloughlin's mincemeat," Sera interceded glibly. "Sally always overdoes the rum."
Bonnie muttered something about that blue-ribbon pie hopeful that would have made the members of the Ladies Aid Society blush.
Suddenly, a cheer rose from the circle of children behind them. Bonnie turned, saw her giggling son sprawled face down in the mud, and grew as white as the pearls on her kid gloves.
"Jamie Harragan! What have you done to your clothes?"
Snapping open her parasol, she stormed off after her son.
Sera winked at Eden.
"Bonnie can't stand the thought of you and Michael getting close enough to kiss again."
"Honestly, Sera. Must you keep bringing that up? I can fight my own battles. You shouldn't have put Michael in the middle."
"Michael was already in the middle, honey."
Eden tossed her friend a quelling look. Sera giggled.
"Speaking of Michael," the younger girl said slyly, "he's likely to be a big bidder in the picnic auction today, seeing as how the proceeds go to the orphanage. You didn't happen to pack that lovely but plain picnic hamper with the daisy linens inside, did you?"
Eden's cheeks warmed. "Sera," she warned, "don't you dare. None of the bidders are supposed to know who donated those lunches."
"What good are rules if you can't break them?"
"Your brother would throw a fit if he heard you say that."
"Only my oldest brother. Rafe would applaud."
Sera's grin was shameless. Eden shook her head.
"I think it's time I went and talked with Aunt Claudia," she announced diplomatically.
But Sera didn't take the hint. She trotted at Eden's heels as tenaciously as a bulldog puppy.
"You know," she mused aloud, "you might have to spend the whole afternoon with the man who buys your hamper. That could be a perfect dream—or a perfect nightmare. I mean, imagine if Berthold Gunther suddenly got a hankering for daisies and cherry pie."
Eden doubled her pace.
"Of course, there's always the possibility nobody will bid on your hamper. If they don't know it's yours, I mean." Sera heaved a gusty sigh. "Last year, Abner Buckbee did the charitable thing and bid on a hamper without knowing who'd packed it. A day later, when he was able to crawl back out of the privy, he told a sawmill worker that he'd been poisoned by boot-leather boiled in kerosene. Eventually, word got around town that Sammy Jo Proctor had made that lunch. She had to move to New York City just to catch herself a beau!"
Eden slid her friend a dubious glance. "Don't you think that's a bit extreme?"
"Well, yes. Can you imagine having to kiss one of those vulgar, strutting Yankees?"
Eden hid her smile.
"A Kentucky gentleman—like my dear brother Michael," Sera gushed unabashedly, "would know how to kiss a lady. But then, I don't have to tell you that, do I, Eden?"
Eden's belly quivered just to imagine kissing Michael again. She couldn't help but notice him then, chatting companionably with the orphanage's plump, good-natured headmistress. Some of the older children, who'd survived the measles epidemic unscathed, were selling the rag dolls and peashooters that they'd made to raise money for their home. Michael had already magnanimously contributed to the cause: a Y-shaped stick with a leather sling poked out of his trouser pocket.
In spite of the toy—or maybe because of it—Eden couldn't take her eyes off Michael. The slingshot was so contrary to the Michael he wanted her to know that it made her wonder. Beneath his gruff facade and prickly armor, did a charming rascal long to break free and wreak mischief on the world?
The idea was an intriguing one. She already knew that Michael wasn't the stern, steely-eyed tyrant he pretended to be. A man made of steel couldn't boast the sensual magnetism, the smoldering virility that radiated from every inch of Michael Jones. Blue Thunder's doctor could tie a woman's tongue, buckle her knees, and fire her pulse all with a single glance. Indeed, Eden wondered that the orphanage’s headmistress could withstand the dazzling flash of one of his unpredictable smiles without melting into a puddle at his feet.
Sera, of course, had missed none of Eden’s wistful glances at Michael. She was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Honestly. If match-making was a profession, Sera would be the wealthiest woman in Kentucky.
"Don't you have anything better to do besides torment me?" Eden asked dryly.
Sera beamed. "I can't think of a thing."
By this time, they’d drawn close enough to the kissing booth to hear Claudia heckle passing bachelors from her stance on the counter.
"You there," the spinster bellowed in a voice three times her size. "Johnny Dufflemeir! I see you skulkin' behind that draft horse. C'mon over here and kiss me, dadblast it! The orphanage needs a new roof. Hey! Hey! Abner Buckbee. I saw them moths fly outta yer wallet. Git yer scrawny arse over here. Kissin' me'll cost you a buck. Fer three bucks, you can go home without my buckshot in yer britches!"
Eden smothered a giggle as Claudia leveled her barrel with deadly accuracy. She could see the coins glinting in her aunt's kisses jar. Claudia and her shotgun had amassed more silver dollars than all of the younger, prettier volunteers combined. No wonder Bonnie wanted Claudia chased from the booth.
Eden nodded politely at scowling, red-faced Noel as he stalked forward, dug a fist in his trousers’ pocket, and plunked three coins into Claudia's jar.
Claudia shook her shotgun after him as he fled. "My picnic basket's the one with the coon tail 'round the handle! Be sure to bid on it, if you want my bear traps on credit!"
Chortling, she squatted, her gunstock balanced across her knees and a sparsely toothed grin creasing her cheeks. "Hello, niece. Hello, neighbor. Dang. I don't know what the deuce Bonnie was gripin' about. Raisin' money fer them orphans is easier'n shootin' fish in a barrel."
THE OFFICIAL BOOK TOUR AND GIVEAWAY FOR
HIS WICKED DREAM
The official tour for His Wicked Dream (Book 2, Velvet Lies series) starts Jan. 20. You’ll get lots of exclusive sneak peaks, plus the chance to win 2 Amazon gift cards and 3 bundles of ebooks in my Rafflecopter Giveaway.
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Giveaway! The Nun and
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Recently released in print format, inspirational romantic suspense novel The Nun and the Narc has garnered some fantastic reviews from bloggers and reviewers. Here’s what readers are saying about this debut book by Catherine Castle.
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The
Nun and the Narc
Blurb:
Where novice Sister Margaret Mary
goes, trouble follows. When she barges into a drug deal the local Mexican drug
lord captures her. To escape she must depend on undercover DEA agent Jed Bond.
Jed’s attitude toward her is exasperating, but when she finds herself
inexplicable attracted to him he becomes more dangerous than the men who have
captured them, because he is making her doubt her decision to take her final
vows. Escape back to the nunnery is imperative, but life at the convent, if she
can still take her final vows, will never be the same.Nuns shouldn’t look, talk, act, or kiss like Sister Margaret Mary O’Connor—at least that’s what Jed Bond thinks. She hampers his escape plans with her compulsiveness and compassion and in the process makes Jed question his own beliefs. After years of walling up his emotions in an attempt to become the best agent possible, Sister Margaret is crumbling Jed’s defenses and opening his heart. To lure her away from the church would be unforgivable—to lose her unbearable.
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