Monday, September 21, 2015

HER CAPTAIN
 A Tempting Signs Novella
(Capricorn)

 by Taryn Kincaid

12 Authors. 12 Zodiac Signs. 1 Explosive Series. What seductive, contemporary romance will you find today? 


Capricorn Slate Claybourne, an ex-Seal and former sniper who has seen and done things in country that no man should endure, returns to his bucolic hometown on Pieberry  Island, desperate for the mundane, everyday routines he once wanted to escape.

A broken, soul-dead man unable to be around people, his body still a lethal weapon when his night terrors wake him from sleep, Slate’s failed to keep the promise he made to the commander who died in his arms: to look after the older man’s baby girl.

But animated Aries Holly Harper is not the pigtailed tot Slate expected her to be, when she lands on the island to take over the decrepit Pieberry House, determined to turn it into an inn for summer tourists, and even more determined to yank Slate back into the land of the living.

First she crashes into him at the island’s holiday Winter Festival, dumping a towering stack of pies at his feet, then she drags him off to a fortune teller against his better judgment. Except for the sizzling attraction smoldering between them, they’re incompatible in every way.

But when a furious December nor’easter traps them together at Pieberry House, will Slate and Holly overcome their pasts and discover they are two halves of a whole?

Coming in December from Fated Desires Publishing!


Thursday, September 17, 2015

Coming soon...ANOTHER CHANCE

Here's a sneak peek at ANOTHER CHANCE, my second Black Hills Wolves novella, coming soon from Decadent Publishing!



The hero is Chance Northridge, older brother of Brick Northridge, the hero of WOLF'S SONG. It's a standalone story and you don't have to read WOLF'S SONG to enjoy it.  But some of your favorite WOLF'S SONG characters put in appearances...plus some surprise new characters, I think you'll love!

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Chance Northridge left Los Lobos more than ten years ago, deserting his family and his young, unclaimed mate. Now he's back, upsetting their world.

But those he left behind don't understand that the pack's former insane Alpha threatened everything Chance cared about in the world. Still, he's got some big-time groveling ahead of him.

Julie Pembroke has struggled hard to forget her disloyal mate's desertion and to gain acceptance in the pack as a woman on her own, and making a new life for herself.

When disaster strikes his family and endangers Julie's life, can Chance prove himself worthy of a place in the pack and in his mate's heart?


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Black Hills Wolves Blog Hunt


Howl with the Black Hills Wolves and help us welcome fall with an exciting Blog Hunt. Participating authors are spotlighting each other's work and I'm pleased to shine a light today on Chandra Ryan's RELUCTANT MATE and Celia Breslin's DIAMOND MOON! I've read them both and trust me...they're delicious!

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Also, join this blog, yeah this one, the one you're reading (click on the sidebar box on the right) or like me on Facebook or my Author Page on Facebook AND leave a comment for me here to be eligible for my prize, one of these adorable (and handy!) WOLF'S SONG wallets


made for me by the wonderful Jackie Wetzler Ferrell if you're in the U.S., an Amazon Gift Card if you're not, and a back list ebook for all!

Tell me below why you like a man who's warm, furry...and  HOWLS...and what you like best in a Wolf!
(And keep your eyes peeled for announcements about ANOTHER CHANCE, my next Black Hills Wolves book, coming soon. ANOTHER CHANCE features Chance Northridge, one of the long lost siblings of Brick Northridge, the hero of WOLF'S SONG...and special appearances by Brick and Summer's adorable kids!)


RELUCTANT MATE
By
Chandra Ryan
Aimee Crest is the prissiest, most stuck-up Wolf Jackson Cooper has ever met. The woman has a temper that would send sailors running and enough emotional baggage to keep a shrink in business for a lifetime. A Wolf would do well to steer clear of her. And Jackson would be happy to do just that—if it weren’t for one little thing that makes her irresistible to him. She’s his mate.

It’s a fate Aimee didn’t ask for and one she’s not at all happy about. She doesn’t want a mate. More to the point, she refuses to accept one. Even if that mate happens to be tall, muscular, and damn good with his hands. He won’t be able to seduce his way into her heart. She won’t let him.

But in this battle of wills, there is no middle ground. Somebody is going to have to surrender. 
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DIAMOND MOON
By
Celia Breslin

Human-wolf hybrid Darci Diamond spends every full moon locked in auntie’s basement in Southern Oregon. Her excruciating shifts terrify her, the last one causing her heart to stop beating. Seeking a cure, she journeys to Los Lobos. 
Ross Luparell returns to the struggling Tao pack, using his millions made in the tech industry to build homes for pack families in need. He never imagined he would also find his one true mate. But when a hybrid with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen lands on his doorstep in the middle of a wicked summer storm, there’s no denying it. She’s the one.
She wants a normal human life, free from pain-filled shifts. He won’t give up on her Wolf, and will do whatever it takes to help her accept her true nature. But can he convince her to trust him with her heart?
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Landra Graf's RAVEN PIRATE ASSASSIN SPY

RAVEN PIRATE ASSASSIN SPY
a Beyond Fairytales story

by 

LANDRA GRAF

Blurb: Once Upon A Time...
Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble.
Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…
Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.
As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.
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Excerpt Option 1: “I already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.
“Very generous of you.”
“Hmm?” She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.
He came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”
“I thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”
Less than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered, her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy. She waited for him to make a move.
The distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”
He leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.
She’d been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fianc√© had brushed her lips with his. Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Sorella grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.
As fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You taste amazing.”
He did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” Not as if she’d tasted him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how. “Kiss me again.”
“As my captain commands.”
Excerpt Option 2: “Merci, mon petites.” The albino’s voice sounded like gravel in the cylinder-shaped microphone. “I’ll be breaking for a short time. Youse keep yourselves amused and stay out of trouble.”
“Remember…let me do most of the talking,” Ian said as soon as the crooner stood and started making his way to the edge of the stage.
The captain merely nodded, taking in the other members of the band, who didn’t leave their spots on the stage.
Instead, they started playing again, a perky jazz tune with a good measure of saxophone. A few of the couples positioned around the room came out to the dancing square positioned in the middle of the room and began swaying or grinding to the beat. Ian kept his expression neutral although his gut churned at the visual.
Their host grunted as he pulled back a chair, and, as a guest, Ian stood as manners dictated. The captain didn’t.
“Standing on ceremony as if you were still a gentleman?” Janken chuckled.
Ian sat and smiled. “Mama’s rules ne’er do disappear.”
“Mine did, thank God.” The albino tapped his long fingernails on the table top in perfect rhythm with the beat from the stage. “Who’s your friend? She smells like a garden.”
“Castoa--”
“Captain Castoa of the Libert√©.” She’d cut him off and extended a hand in peace.
For a blind man, Janken saw remarkable things, and he grabbed her, leaning forward over the small table. He flipped her palm between both of his and sniffed at her wrist. Without rebuke, she submitted to his eccentricities while Ian experienced a sudden desire to throw the skin trader from his seat and put the captain’s fancy knife through him.
“Divine. Absolutely delicious.” Then he let her go. “Such a pretty scent for a woman around filth and dirt all the time.”
They all fell silent. Ian couldn’t find his words at the moment, a red haze of jealousy winding its course through him. Being jealous of a blind man seemed a bit ridiculous, but at the same time he wanted permission to touch her, to smell her—liberties denied him that Janken had taken without even bothering to ask..
Luckily, he didn’t have to produce the next piece of conversation; the albino did the work for him. “Now what does a marked want so bad he’s willing to darken my establishment with his sinful presence?”
Time for business. “I need to find Luther.”
“You’re not the only one.”
“I’ve got merchandise he’s requested, but a delay had me late to our meeting point. I know you can tell me where he’s hiding.” He’d bet his life on it.
The two illegal-dealing men weren’t friends, but information about anything and everything black market or top secret seemed to be in the albino’s possession. The Cursed were always in need of intelligence. Information allowed them to stay one step ahead of the authorities and determine who’d want their services.
“I may know something, but the rules still apply.”
Ian nodded. “Yes, and she’s got something good to share.”
A white eyebrow rose. “Eh? What could this marvelous woman who captains an airship full of foul-smelling, disgusting men have to tell me that would equal such a trade?”
Excerpt Option 3: Sorella Corvino only made promises she kept. So when she told the crumb in the next cell, “Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill you,” those were words of truth, not fiction.
The evil bastard leaned forward, mere inches from the bars, and grinned. “I prefer my bits handled by a gorgeous dish, but in a pinch, you’ll do.” His six yellowed teeth stabbing up through pinkish-white gums were a stark contracts to his soot colored skin and graying eyes, the gray no doubt a product of the drugs and rotgut sold on every corner in Pontevedre. No one escaped the filth and poison festering in the streets of every European city unscathed.
“In your dreams.” She stepped towards him, eyes narrowed. Maybe she wouldn’t wait until she got out.
“That’s what your girl is dreaming of tonight. Me and my co—“
She slid her hand between the bars and grasped the part of his anatomy he wanted to talk about in every other sentence, effectively cutting him off.


Author Bio: Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Vicki Ballante's HER REAL LIFE HERO




Her Real-Life Hero
By
Vicki Ballante

A Beyond Fairytales
Adaptation of “The Frog King” and “Iron Henry”



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Blurb:

Joanie wants to get her romances published but can't seem to succeed with her writing. She buys an antique bureau which the shopkeeper says is magic. While using her new bureau, she begins to talk to the hero in her book, asking his advice on writing, all the while thinking it's her own imagination. She promises he can live in her home, eat at her table and sleep in her bed, if he helps her with her writing. She doesn't expect him to knock on her door and insist she keep her promise.

Theo has also bought a magic chest of drawers that brings him into Joanie's life. He wants to settle down with one woman, tired of shallow relationships, and Joanie seems like the perfect candidate if it weren’t for her insistence on getting rid of him.

The magic keeps on forcing them to live together and Joanie’s not happy. This is her first year alone and she’s been craving time to herself after looking after her younger siblings and an ailing aunt. Theo’s presence in her home, although unwanted, stirs up needs she’s suppressed for years. When they start to discover things about the magic and why it’s bringing them together, will Joanie recognize another type of magic at work? Will she succumb to the charm of Theo or will her need for breathing space pull them apart?

Excerpt 1

Theo stood up and moved toward her. How could he think that coming closer to her would help? A stifled feeling choked her throat as his maleness cloaked her. Tingles ran up and down her spine and her body screamed for him to touch her shoulders, to run his hands down her arms, to cradle his body against hers. Her body betrayed all common sense. How could she be so attracted to a stalker?
She turned to face the window, staring out at the leaf-covered ground. “I told you to get out.”
“This isn’t me. You can believe it all you like. I don’t enjoy going around making women my wives. I’m going to take a walk home. If you think it will work, I will withdraw my wish and remove my belongings from the chest of drawers.”
She shrugged again and kept her back to him, unable to look at him, to take in those magnetic features. She sensed his breath upon her neck. Sensed his hurt. Deep inside she knew he was innocent, so why did she persecute him?
“Bye.” His last words echoed in the room as she heard his footsteps retreat and the kitchen door slam behind him.
Slumping down on the hard kitchen chair, she tried to ease the tension in her shoulders by rubbing them with her fingers.
Her life was spiraling out of control.

Excerpt 2

Once upon a time….

“It’s magic, you know,” the shopkeeper whispered in a covert tone.
Joanie sniggered. Was the woman teasing her? With that rainbow scarf wrapped around her head and all those beaded necklaces blinking from her wrinkled neck, she could pass for a gypsy.
“I’m serious.” The woman gave her a knowing smile, which caused her irritation to rise.
“I’d like to take the writing desk right away, please.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry. The piece is not your everyday antique. It has magical powers.”
What type of antique store had she chosen? She’d planned on stepping into the little shop on Essenwood Road in Durban, South Africa, for years but never had the finances to bother with expensive historical objects. Today, she’d come in to browse but had fallen in love with the Victorian walnut bureau which boasted a curved roll top revealing nooks and crannies, which could store her stationery as well as her bird-ornament collection. The desk surface could be propped at a slant for ease of writing by hand—perfect for someone who preferred paper and pen to a computer. Underneath were lots of tiny drawers accentuated with sweet, round knobs. She would have plenty of space to store all her equipment. All in all, a good space for her writing.
“You will discover the magic soon. I’m warning you though…it might shock you.”
Joanie rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I believe you?”
The “gypsy” laughed. “I thought as much. Don’t come crying to me when things start happening.”
“Whoa.” She pulled away from the woman’s front counter. “Is there a curse on the desk, or is it haunted?”
“The magic is connected to your deepest desires. It will only surface if those desires are unfulfilled.”
“You’ve got to be kidding. This is like some crazy fantasy story on TV.”
“Beware. Not many people can handle the effects of the magic.”
She studied the antique. “Should I not buy it?”
“Your decision should be based on how in tune you are with yourself.”
In tune with myself? Oh, what a stupid question. Getting a book published, that was her deepest desire. Something the bureau would help with. The dark-stained walnut would calm her, the ancient feel would transport her to other worlds, plus the lack of modern clutter, like files and electrical cables, would keep her from being distracted.
“I’ll take it, magic or no magic.” She handed over her bank card. For a minute, she’d let herself get swept away with the gypsy lady’s crazy talk.



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Author Bio:

Vicki writes erotic and fantasy romance. She loves taking her characters into an alternate world where strange and sexy things happen. She lives with her patient husband and three noisy kids in South Africa. In between being a busy stay-at-home mom who hates housework and spends half her life cooking everything from scratch, she runs several blogs, writes under another name, and buries herself in the delightful world of her characters.


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