Giveaway and Spotlight on: Embrace the Mystery

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COVER BLURB:

Mastyr Quinlan pursues the artist, Batya, with only one thing in mind but soon discovers that his desire for her is just the beginning of an earth-shattering affair…

He doesn’t want a woman in his life…

Quinlan must keep Grochaire Realm safe from the enemy at all costs.  As ruler of his realm, a woman has no permanent place in his day-to-day existence. But when his lust takes him to Batya’s bedroom, he soon discovers he’s deep into a powerful experience that threatens to blow his life apart.  He wants Batya with a feverish desire that makes no sense in his logical, warrior world.  But when an ancient fae attacks Batya’s gallery, he launches into protector mode and soon finds himself embroiled — body, soul, and fangs — with a woman he’d only meant to bed a couple of times.  

She has no desire to get involved with a mastyr vampire…

Batya’s intense desire for Mastyr Quinlan stuns and baffles her.  She doesn’t want to be involved with the vampire on any level.  His sole focus of ruling Grochaire Realm has kept him from staying with one woman longer than the proud length of his fangs.  Besides, she’s built a life for herself in Lebanon, Tennessee as an artist and healer to the realm ex-patriot community. But when the ancient fae attacks Quinlan at her gallery, then attempts to kidnap her assistant, Batya finds herself catapulted into an astonishing adventure.  Even so, she works steadily to get back to her free-clinic and her painting, but how can she leave Quinlan behind when he’s commanded her like no other man ever has?

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BIO: 

I confess I’ve had a love affaire with vampires for several years now, especially warrior vampires, the kind found in the books of Sherrilyn Kenyon, Lara Adrian and JR Ward. Though I’ve been published in Regency Romance under the pseudonym Valerie King–and yes one of my Regency Novellas features a vampire–one day I woke up knowing I had to create my own contemporary world of the warrior vampire.

For some mystical, magical reason, early in the process, my vampires appeared with enormous beautiful wings and it has been the most amazing experience to include flight in my novels, in both battle scenes and scenes involving spectacle. My special vampire world, published by St. Martin’s Press, is introduced in the first book called, ASCENSION (12-28-2010). The second book, BURNING SKIES (May of 2011), opens up the world a little bit more. And even as I write this, I’m on the final draft of my third novel, WINGS OF FIRE (September of 2011). What a thrill it has been to live with my ascended vampires through the creation of this extraordinary, multi-dimensional world!

For more information about my unique take on the vampire mythos, check out my website at carisroane.com and my book release video on YouTube by putting in the search phrase, Caris Roane Ascension.


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EXCERPT:

From Chapter Two: Mastyr Quinlan, having survived an enemy attack because Batya healed him, has to brush out his long warrior hair. Batya helps him out…

Quinlan showered, washing out the mass of his hair twice then applying Batya’s crème rinse until he’d have a half-way decent shot at getting the snarls out with a brush.

Using her blow dryer, he scowled as he watched his damn hair fly around. Why couldn’t a vampire, especially a Guardsman, have some kind of preternatural power to remove snarls and dry his hair without electricity?

“Want some coffee with your ‘shits’ and ‘damn-all-the-elf-lords-to-hell-and-back’?” He met Batya’s reflection in the mirror, and saw a mug extended in his direction.

He shut the dryer off, turned around, and took the cup. “That bad, huh?”

Batya chuckled. She had dimples, two of them. Not deep, but they were definitely there, beside her mouth. He’d never noticed before, but then most of his seduction work had taken place at a distance.

“Turn around. I’ll work the back section.”

He didn’t hesitate, something that resonated deep in his brain as a serious warning of some kind, but he wasn’t sure in what way. 

She picked up the brush he’d been using and started at the tips. He couldn’t even feel the tugs so he drank his coffee and released a sigh. 

His thoughts turned to Grochaire, the realm he ruled. “I need to get word to my Guard, to warn them about what they’re up against. But my telepathy isn’t working through your shield and my phone got blasted by one of those wraith-pairs.”

“You can try my phone, but I can’t guarantee you’ll get through, not with the shield I have in place. Sorry, but staying alive has a priority here.”

He smiled because he couldn’t have agreed with her more.

She brushed through a long length, hit a snag and started working it. He could see her in the mirror, brow furrowed. He’d seen that look already, more than once just conversing with her. She had a seriousness about her that he approved of, maybe because it matched his own. 

He sipped some more and watched her. She was a beautiful woman and tall, maybe just under six feet. He wouldn’t have to lean too far down to pull her into his arms and kiss her. She wore her hair loose with clips holding it away from her face.  She had strong cheekbones and a straight nose. Her chin was definitely fae, more pointed than a human’s would be, but exquisite.

He knew her ancestry, half-fae, half-troll, her genetics having fallen on the fae side. Realm-DNA did that when the species mixed. The offspring landed one way or another, the same if more than two lines made up the code. Genetics always picked a lane. He realized that he liked her looks, really liked them. “Have you ever done a self-portrait?”

She picked up another long hunk of his hair and once more started at the tips, working swiftly. “I don’t really do faces. I’ve always been into landscapes and the occasional still-life if the objects intrigue me enough.”

“Do you go out, snap photos of woodlands, that kind of thing?”

“Sometimes.” She stopped brushing and scratched her cheek with her thumb. “But more often than not I’ll get these rich images in my head and that’s what I’ll paint.”

“Sounds fae.” 

She started brushing again, making quick work as he sipped his coffee. “Maybe. Probably. I don’t think about it. I just paint and let the spirit move me.”

He smiled. “The spirit, huh?”

“It’s a good earth-saying, don’t you think?”

“I suppose it is. So you like being here on human earth?”

“I do. In fact, I love it. I didn’t know what happiness or freedom was until I moved here.” She met his gaze in the mirror. “And I don’t plan on ever returning to the Nine Realms. The day that we made our treaties with the US, turned out to be the best day of my life…”

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Review and Interview of Diary of a Free Woman by Diane Thorne

 

 

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Q1) Can you tell us a little about yourself

 

I’m a divorced mother of one lovely and bright young woman, and I like to boogie. Okay, I don’t actually boogie but I do write erotic romance and ménages in my spare time. I hate taxes and slow drivers. I chew a lot of gum, drink a ton of water, and I workout five nights a week. Is that too much about me? J

 

 

 

Q2) Have you always wanted to be an author?

 

Short answer, No. In my early twenties, I had considered it. I had enjoyed writing when I was in school. Well, other priorities claimed hold of me and I gave up the idea of writing. It wasn’t until my late 30s I revisited the idea. I was at a point my life where I realized I had a lot of time on my hands. I’d been actively reading and thought, hey, why don’t I try to write something. I think I can do this. At that time, the writing world was in the midst of change. The days of needing an agent were sinking fast. I wrote, wrote, wrote and researched writing and editing. I went to a conference and met several wonderful people. Later that year, I got my first contract. Over the years, I’ve learned how much I love writing, but it doesn’t pay the bills. LOL

 

 

 

Q3) Who are some of your favorite writers? Who do you feel has influenced your writing?

 

I read a variety of genres so I have several favorite authors. I’m not sure any have influenced my writing. We all have our own style. Honestly, I didn’t read much erotic romance before I started writing in the genre. I read more PNR and UF over all other genres. Kelley Armstrong, Keri Arthur, Kerrelyn Sparks, and Lynsay Sands are my favorites in the PNR genre. I read a contemporary erotic romance by Maya Banks and enjoyed it. There was another author who’s first name was Sandra. I read her erotic romance and loved it. Whatever I read, I review on Goodreads. I don’t follow or keep up with authors since I have way too many books still sitting on my shelves. Please don’t spank me for being a bad fan 😉

 

 

 

Q4) Can you tell us what a typical writing day for you is like.

 

Lately, I only write on the weekends and I’m not getting much completed. I work during the week and my evenings are busy as well. A typical writing Saturday consists of waking up early, then checking emails while coffee is brewing. After I’ve drank my caffeine, I start writing. I break for snacks and workouts, or if I need to take my daughter somewhere. I write until my brain can handle no more, or I go out with a friend. I follow the same routine on Sunday.

 

 

 

Q5) Let’s talk about your new book.  Can you tell us a little about it?

 

Passion in the Sky is the first story in the Diary of a Free Woman series. Gwenevere Stratton is the protagonist. She’s a forty-four year old woman, divorced, and her two daughters are on their own. She’s accumulated a large rainy day fund and excess of vacation time. What does she do? Follows her dream. She takes a long vacation to travel across Europe. During her travels, she meets people and opportunities are presented. In the first story, she’s on a plane to London. A hot billionaire is stuck on her flight. The two bump into each other and he takes an interest in her. A foreplay of words raises the sexual tension until they can’t stand it anymore.

 

 

 

Q6) How did you come up with the idea for this story?

 

I came up with the idea for the series after I booked a trip to visit Paris with my daughter. The first story was an easy one to write since everything occurs on a plane. I thought it would make an excellent opening for the series.

 

 

 

Q7) What is up next for you?

 

Passion Blooms in Paris is set for pre release in December. The other stories will be released next year. I don’t have dates yet but I should in the near future. There are a total of seven, but the last one will be different. She’ll be home from her trip and it wraps up the series. I’m working on the last story now. Once I’m done with DOFW series, I’m going to take a break.

 

 

 

Q8) What is the best piece of advice you would give to a budding writer?

 

Read and write every day. Stick with it if you enjoy writing. Don’t be afraid of rejection. There are a lot of good, reputable publishers today.

 

 

 

 

 

Q9) What is the next book on your To Read Pile that you are dying to jump into?

 

This might shock you but I don’t have any that I’m eager to read. I love to read and I do every day, but I have so many books on my shelves that I’m not dying to jump into anything. I just pull one off and read it. I try to stay in order, but if I’m missing ones in a series, I still read what I have. I don’t have to read books in the order they are written.

 

 

 

Q10) Is there anything else you would like to add?

 

I want to say thanks for the interview and to each person who reads it. Live long and prosper J

 

Favorite Quiz

 

 

 

Favorite city: OMG, I have a couple. Of the cities I’ve visited, I like NYC, Boston, and Washington DC

 

 

 

Favorite beverage: Water. I don’t drink colas. I enjoy coffee but I’m going to try and give it up. The price has gone up so much in the last few years. It’s sad. We shall see if I can live without coffee.

 

 

 

Favorite place you’d like to visit: London, Paris, Amsterdam, Stockholm… I can’t choose just one.

 

 

 

Favorite place to write: My spare bedroom

 

 

 

Favorite hobby: Traveling

 

 

 

Favorite movie: In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a person who doesn’t have a single favorite of anything. I can’t narrow my choices to just one. My favorite movies are ones by M. Night Shyamalan, Back to the Future, The Burbs…

 

 

 

Favorite book: I have too many. Again, I can’t list just one as a favorite. If I were going to re-read books, I’d select Kelley Armstrong’s Otherworld series and Lynsay Sands Argeneau Vampire series for starters. LOL.

 

 

 

Thanks for the interview!! ~Diane

 

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Passion in the Sky

Book One in the Diary of a Free Woman series

Blurb, Book Details and Buy Links

 

She’s a single woman starting her dream vacation. He’s a sexy billionaire stuck on her flight. The mile high club is accepting new members.

Gwenevere is a free woman for the first time in her life, and she’s eager to fulfill a life-long dream of travelling across Europe. She kisses her two grown children goodbye, then boards a plane to London. By accident, she bumps into Phillip Connor, a sexy billionaire, and he quickly takes a keen interest in her. During the long flight, he seduces her with his bluntness and charm. She teases him with her spicy words. The roller coaster of sexual tension drives each of them insane with lust. When Phillip begs Gwen to meet him privately in one of the facilities, she will have to decide if she’s ready to join the mile high club with one hot and playful billionaire.

Reader Advisory: This book contains language, graphic sex. This story is part of a series about a woman’s sexual journey and is therefore erotica rather than erotic romance. The rating reflects the erotica content only.

 

ISBN: 9781781844342

Length: Novella

ePub pages: 57

Formats: pdf, epub, mobi, html

Price: $4.81

Heat Level: 2

Erotic rating: Total-e-taboo, Sexometer 2

Genres: Contemporary

 

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EXCERPT #1 (230 words):

 

Gwen powered on her Kindle sitting on the tray while she held her cup. Knowing how playful Phillip seemed, she expected to see a message from him. After her screen illuminated, she went to her inbox and discovered she’d guessed right about him.

 

Phillip.Connor@… A big heart is not the only BIG thing I have. How are you feeling now?

 

Gwen typed her response.

 

I didn’t get a chance to see if you had something else big. Perhaps you can show me sometime. Thanks to you, I’m feeling quite hot, but the water and ice are helping. How are you feeling?

 

Phillip.Connor@… I would gladly show you how big my something else is if you venture this way again. Only hot? How about wet? As for me…I’m hard and ready to explore your gorgeous body. I couldn’t take my eyes off your ass when you bent over. A woman should never tempt a man with her ass, especially when it is as divine as yours is. I can’t wait to get my hands on it. By the way, I sneaked a peek down your blouse. You have a mole on your right breast.

 

Gwen glanced down at her chest. Sure enough, she could see the mole down her shirt since she’d unfastened the top couple of buttons. He must have looked when he whispered in her ear. Crazy, sexy devil.

My Review:

I’m a single mom and can actually relate to Gwen in  a few ways.  You do forget that you are a person with needs when you have children.   This little sexy story hit an old fantasy of mine.  I think the flight attendants would probably be a bit more rude, but the situation was doable.  Nothing like a a touch of realism in your fantasies!!!  Good little short!  I look forward to more Diary entries!!

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Review: The Moon-Kissed Chi by Grinelda Markowitz

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Title: The Moon Kissed Chi
Author: Grinelda Markowitz
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
Length: 120 pages
Sub-Genres: Erotica

Blurb:

From the quirkiness of her daughter to the equine escapades of Bezhyanya (her sworn bedmate) and Grayt (her serving woman), Arrinay, ruler of Kalaydan, is faced with many concerns throughout her day which she handles with grace, poise and dignity. Will she be able to meet the challenges to come?
In the City of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae. She must start the training. It’s Kalaydan law. Their daughter has other ideas. After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn. Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies. There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface.In the city of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae. She must start the training. It’s Kalaydan law. Their daughter has other ideas. After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn. Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies. There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface. Along with coordinating activities in the Main House, keeping the young mistress in line, and talking to horses, Grayt has a more secret agenda with a graver responsibilities.
A hint of trouble on the horizon and other darker activities weave their way through the backdrop of this delightful tale which takes place in the city of Kalaydan.

Excerpt

Grayt dashed up the stairs lightly. Running quietly down the dark corridor, she came to the entrance of the receiving room of Arrinay and her family and entered the spacious chamber. The sound of amorous activity issued from the curtained room ahead. She walked instead into the room on the right. The curtains billowed violently, though without sound, into the room in which she stood. An intense, blue glow radiated from beyond the curtain.
It’s happening again. I don’t know how much more she can take.
Grayt stepped behind the curtain into the violence of the churning Gaichi energies and was nearly pulled from her feet. Moving further into the room, she tripped on a couple of clothing items littering the floor and nearly fell. The young woman on the bed writhed and contorted in her sleep as the powerful energies circulated through her and around her. The room stank of perspiration and clothing in need of laundering. Grayt gripped the crystal which hung about her neck and closed her eyes. Soon an angry, fire-red energy flared from between her tightly closed fingers. The light continued to intensify, swirling within the blue energies, only to disappear. She stretched her arms out to either side and began to turn widdershins. Her turning quickened and soon became spinning. She blurred like the turning of a child’s spindle. The Gaichi followed her into the maelstrom she had created and engulfed her. Seeming at first to consume the small woman, they were soon absorbed by the red force which had seeped out and wrapped around both her and the Gaichi. She was embraced by her own fire-red energy. As the red force wrapped more tightly around her, Grayt absorbed the Gaichi energies and her crystal reabsorbed her own fire-red energy. The room became dark as pitch.

 

My Review:

Sci-fi  erotica is a new genre for me, but separately I have enjoyed both.  I really enjoyed the story line, even though the beginning was  a little confusing for me.  Once I got passed the beginning it smoothed out and became quite enjoyable.  The sex scenes were indeed steamy and the plot was quite original.  I look forward to reading more from this author!!

 

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Review: Lost Melody by Dolores W.Maroney

 

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Title: Lost Melody

 

Author: Dolores W. Maroney

 

Publisher: State of Mind Publishing

 

Length: 290 pages

 

Sub-Genres: Romance

 

Blurb:

 

Out of sight, out of mind. That’s what Melody Ravenswood was counting on when she invented a new life for herself as Mel Harper in the small farming community of Willowbrook, Texas. She could be herself, whoever that was. Having long since lost her identity to being the only child and sole beneficiary of a legendary rock and roller, she was finally going to live the normal life she craved – a job, a house, friends and no paparazzi.

 

Hank Travis is the last thing Mel needs in her new life. The local boy turned rock and roll star’s sexy, won’t take no for an answer pursuit makes her long for a life she has only dreamed of. Before Mel can have the future she wants with Hank, she must confront her past and find the Melody she lost along the way.

 

Excerpt :

 

Mel pumped a nickel into the antique parking meter in front of The Donut Hole and went inside. She paused to savor the intoxicating medley of aromas that never failed to jump-start her system—even after a near-sleepless night. Fatigue rolled off her shoulders. She smiled and greeted a few familiar faces with a wave over the crowded shop.

 

She took her place in line and thanked goodness for the owner’s hot chocolate making skills. In the few months she had been in Willowbrook, a cup of Cathy’s concoction had become her morning addiction. It was rich and decadent enough to inspire her to give her new life another chance.

 

At last, her turn at the counter arrived. Cathy smiled warmly at her. Gratitude for her friendship filled Mel with contentment.

 

“Morning, sunshine,” Cathy said, taking in Mel’s appearance and coming to the correct conclusion. Nothing got by her. “Another bad night?”

 

“So so. I think I’m getting better,” she lied. She’d hoped moving to a new place, one far away in both distance and demeanor, would be the magic cure for her sleepless nights, but it hadn’t proven to be the case. It seemed her problems were destined to follow her wherever she went.

 

“I don’t get it, girlfriend. There’s nothing in Willowbrook to keep a person awake in daylight, much less at night.”

 

“I know. It’s not the town. It’s me. I just don’t sleep well. Maybe I’m part vampire,” she joked, knowing it wasn’t the undead keeping her awake.

 

“I read something about an herbal remedy…Melatonin, I think it was called. The name reminded me of you. Mel…Melatonin. Get it?”

 

She smiled at the well-meant help. At least her new friend cared enough to offer whatever she could. “Yeah, I get it. Thanks, but I’ve tried it. Didn’t work.”

 

“Oh well.” Cathy shrugged. “What will it be today, the usual?”

 

“I’ve got an interview, so two hot chocolates, and pick out half a dozen doughnuts for me. Anything will do, but make sure at least one has chocolate on it.”

 

Cathy filled the order and passed it over the counter. “I’ll put it on your tab.”

 

“Thanks. Remind me to settle up at the end of the week.”

 

“Oh, don’t you worry! Go on, I’ve got customers waiting.”

 

Mel held the door open for the group of silver-haired ladies who met at The Donut Hole every morning to gossip over pastries and coffee. She’d love to write an article about them one day. They probably had a million stories to tell about the town, and every one of them would be good. The last one through the door thanked her, and Mel headed to her Jeep. She tossed the doughnut bag onto the passenger seat, stowed the two steaming cups in the built-in cup holders, and went in search of her interviewee.

 

She pulled to the curb in front of 755 Pecan Street and cut the engine. The house looked like all its neighbors, except for the rioting scarlet azaleas in bloom along the base of the raised porch. She peered through the open front door behind the rusty screen. Seeing no one inside, she rapped her knuckles against the screen door sending it clattering against the jamb.

 

“Mr. Travis? Anyone home?”

 

She stepped back, taking a moment to admire the neat yard and well kept flowerbeds. The next-door neighbor tended her rose bushes, wearing a broad brimmed straw hat and rubber gardening clogs. The woman turned, revealing a sleeping infant in one of those backpack things hanging from her shoulders. Mel squashed the ping of envy that inevitably came when she saw a mother with her kids. Maybe one day….

 

No. It was a dream she’d let go of a long time ago, along with the one about finding a guy who didn’t mind her being a fugitive from her own life.

 

A bee buzzed around her head and zeroed in on the bright spring buds surrounding the porch. She closed her eyes and breathed in the morning air tinged with the intoxicating sweetness of roses and the fresh clean scent of wet earth. Aromatherapy at its best. If peace had a scent, this she thought, was it. As tempting as it was, she couldn’t stand on the porch all day. She had a job to do.

 

She knocked again, and getting no answer she turned to leave.

 

“Just go on in,” the woman next door spoke, halting Mel halfway down the steps. “Henry is in there somewhere. He won’t mind.”

 

“Thanks. I’ll do that. He is expecting me.”

 

She wiggled her fingers at the neighbor—the best she could do with her hands full—and backtracked up the steps. Life in Willowbrook, and in rural north Texas, was different than anything she had ever experienced. Few people locked their doors, and everyone knew everyone else’s business. In a few short months, she had grown to love the lifestyle. At first, the similarities between her busybody neighbors and the paparazzi had shaken her, but it hadn’t taken long to figure out the difference. Folks in Willowbrook took care of each other—like a family.

 

She juggled her offering of doughnuts and hot chocolate and tried the screen door. It was unlocked. No surprise.

 

She stepped cautiously into the living room. The furniture was dated but not worn out. Morning light through the front window illuminated a faded floral rug over a hardwood floor. Other than a novel resting on a small table next to an overstuffed recliner, the room appeared little used.

 

“Hello! Anyone home?”

 

Silence.

 

She moved with caution, announcing her presence as she went. She could just see tomorrow’s headline—Reporter Frightens Elderly Resident to Death. Or another possibility—Elderly Resident Mistakes Reporter for Burglar and Opens Fire. Neither one held any appeal.

 

She passed the tiny dining room and kitchen. They were both empty, which left only the short hallway and the bedrooms to explore. She entered the passage on trembling legs. Her imagination conjured every terrifyingly possible scenario. Poor Mr. Travis might be incapacitated on the bathroom floor…or worse.

 

Only three doors opened off the hall. Two bedrooms and one bath, she surmised—much like her own house a few streets over. She peeked around the first door and breathed a sigh of relief. The tiny bathroom was empty.

 

She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Her heart beat a wild rhythm in her throat and a pent-up breath rushed past her lips. She took a moment to gather her courage and checked the next room. A bedroom. It, too, was scrupulously clean and empty.

 

“Thank heavens,” she muttered.

 

A faint rustling of papers drew her attention to the final door. Adrenaline flowed and her heart raced even faster. Fearing the worst, she sucked in a steadying breath and stepped into the open doorway.

 

She gasped.

 

Oh, Lord!

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About The Author:

 

Dolores has been married to the same wonderful guy for thirty-three years. They have two lovely daughters and a black lab. She makes her home in the wilds of New Jersey (yes, there are wilds in NJ). A Texan with familial roots that go all the way back to the Republic of Texas, Dolores says you can take the girl out of Texas, but…well, you know the rest.

She’s been a stay-at-home mom for most of her married life – a job she says is under-rated on the difficulty scale. Now that her girls are grown, she’s still available to them anytime, day or night, but she fills her days with writing romance novels and reading.

Dolores is a best-selling, multi-published author of erotic romance under the pseudonym, Roz Lee.

 

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My Review:

When you think of rocker novels, you think of something high strung with lots of drama, sex and drugs.  Not so in this case.  Hank, which is our hot tot trot rocker in this book is actually laid-back, lovable, and family oriented.  He would be a great boy next door type.  Mel, which is our leading lady, is emotionally damaged, and is trying to escape her life and re-create herself.  The fate she tries so desperately to flee from, winds up the one she can’t live without.

The Romance is sweet, and the story is more character driven than plot.  You get to know both Mel and Hank really well.  I wasn’t very found of Mel.  She was a bit childish, but I suppose she had a lot of growing to do.  The story itself was well written and very enjoyable.  I would read another book from this author.

 

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Review: The 12th Paladin by Nora Weston

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            Title: The Twelfth Paladin

Author: Nora Weston

Publisher: Melange Books LLC

Length: 242 pages

Sub-Genres: Erotica

 

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Blurb:

 

In The Twelfth Paladin, good against evil battles as an angel, demons, and a temptress extraordinaire, named Rachel Darnell, vie for the soul of Jake Cottrell. Jake foolishly dares Hell to burn him. Hell agrees.

 

Scarred with angelfire by a rebellious angel, named Micah, Jake Cottrell is sanctioned to become the twelfth paladin in Micah ‘s supernatural unit of slayers. However, regret abounds as Micah is banished and ordered to protect what he now despises a human he believes is unworthy of such an honor. Never fear, Jake is a seeker of mischief who soars on a blistering blacktop to escape the wrath of Hell while he transforms into the twelfth paladin.

 

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The Twelfth Paladin

 

Excerpt:

Forbidden desire incited, I fell into Rachel’s maddening world feeling her splendid, bare breasts upon me. No rest for the wicked. A bit delirious, “Damn you,” slipped through my lips knowing I stood upon the jagged edge between life and death. Fuming with monstrous hunger, I danced on that edge feeling good and evil collide in every cell of my body. “Wait…oh…my God, just wait,” I said running my fingers through her black as midnight hair.

 

“I’ll wait for nothing,” said Rachel skimming my neck with claws fit only for a beast. “You’re mine.” More bewitching kisses, irresistible and dreadful at the same time, demanded I fall into chaos.

Tightening my grip on sin, I said, “You’re unbelievable, magnificent.” The computer screen flickered with a deep blue light as hatred in my soul grew for Rachel, but my flesh…cursed and weak, was so anxious for her essence it made me sick. You’ll be the death of me, but I’d die a happy man. Uh, hold on a second. I don’t want to die. Ready to escape her vindictive entrapment, I dared to look upon Rachel’s eternal beauty saying, “I won’t…can’t let you in.”

 

“Too late.” Refusing to budge, Rachel slithered her smoking-hot body all over mine sparking a wildfire in my lust filled skin. “You beckoned me,” she said mesmerizing me with eyes so dark they had to be portals to Hell. Soft laughter, accompanied by a playful caress, extracted all fear while Rachel ingested the precious beams of moonlight. “You need me, Jake.” Left awestruck by the mystical presence, shadows froze at the mere sight of her.

“Wrong…you need me,” I proclaimed as every inch of my throbbing, hard body burned for her.

 

“Choose your words carefully, well…that is if you want to keep your tongue.” Sitting on top of me, she scraped my jaw with those deadly claws saying, “So shut up. I know what you crave. Yes…I…do.” Rachel slid down my tormented body making sure I’d regret rejecting her. Molten hot lips scorched my flesh, and then she chanted a devilish spell that devoured all guilt.

Sexual torment, synthesized to the nth degree of potency, ignited in my veins with a vengeance. No, stop—don’t ever stop. Sh—shit. This can’t be happening again.

 

No mercy existed as Rachel licked my face and then bit my bottom lip drawing fresh blood to quench her primitive thirst. Glaring into my eyes, she smiled wiping warm blood from her perfectly glazed, red lips. “Um, sin-filled wine.” Soulless eyes gleamed with unadulterated evil as her intoxicating scent and mouthwatering body seduced my soul.

Choppy, maniacal rambling echoed like thunder and then dulled to become a terrifying murmur the likes of which only the Tower of Babble could contain. The hushed turbulence in the room frolicked with Rachel’s enticing lawlessness, until at long last…my conscience revved up to kick my ass. I halted Rachel saying, “I don’t want you anymore. To Hell with you!” I awoke sweating and exhausted from the lunacy buzzing throughout my mind.

Heavy from the encounter, my eyes twitched. Free from Rachel’s spell, moonlight attacked optic nerves extinguishing the rampant fire inside me. Light? Yes, it’s virtuous…and when light is summoned, it’s an almighty force to be reckoned with. That was a priceless lesson for this seeker of mischief to learn.

In the unguarded stillness of the night, I sat up in bed shaking my head while marveling at Rachel’s ardent pursuit. That beautiful…but dangerous bitch is still messing with me. Will it ever end? Feeling fresh, blood-ridden wounds on my chest made my heart flutter. “I let her into my dreams and now look at me,” I whispered catching my breath. Well, thank God I survived this one. Close call…yeah, really close. Sorry to say, the netherworld had splattered my nighttime reality with enviable, but hazardous sexual antics that, if accepted, had the ability to conquer any sense of righteousness I still retained.

 

 

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About The Author:

 

Nora Weston’s fiction and poetry slips in-between and all around science fiction, fantasy, and horror. Her publishing credits include the novels Guardian 2632 and The Twelfth Paladin, plus anthologies, magazines, and e-zines. Themes found in Nora’s work relate to good against evil, Internet safety, the powerful consequences for one’s actions, and the ability we all possess to improve the world. She’s had the pleasure of reaching people through the airwaves on radio stations throughout the US. Recently, her work was published for Bête Noire and Crack the Spine. Feel free to download previous interviews and segments from Desmond Haas/Romance Radio Network and Blog Talk Radio’s Not Picture Perfect, plus B.K. Walker has interviewed Nora on Blog Talk Radio as well. Contact Nora Weston: noraweston.nw@gmail.com

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My Review:

I found the premise of the story quite fascinating.  It basically boils down to a good vrs evil showdown, with the mortals thrown in the middle as chess pieces.  Both sides want Jake, even though I can’t figure out why!  He is arrogant and immature and more than once during the story you’ll want to throttle him!!  The funny thing about him is the fact you see him develop as a character as the story progresses.  About half through the story I started to like him, and by the end he was an incredible character.  It has a very appealing plot and story- line and would love to read something else by this author.  I recommend to all angel/demon fans.  You will enjoy this story!!

 

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Spotlight On: The Kalaydian Chronicles : The Moon-Kissed Chi by Grinelda Markowitz

 

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Title: The Moon Kissed Chi

Author: Grinelda Markowitz

Publisher: Amazon Digital Services

Length: 120 pages

Sub-Genres: Erotica

 

Blurb:

 

From the quirkiness of her daughter to the           equine escapades of Bezhyanya (her sworn bedmate) and Grayt (her serving woman), Arrinay, ruler of Kalaydan, is faced with many concerns throughout her day which she handles with grace, poise and dignity.  Will she be able to meet the challenges to come?

In the City of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae.  She must start the training.  It’s Kalaydan law.  Their daughter has other ideas.  After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn.  Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies.  There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface.In the city of Kalaydan, Arrinay and Bezhyanya, the senior members of the ruling family, are faced with the early maturation of their daughter, Gayadnae.  She must start the training.  It’s Kalaydan law.  Their daughter has other ideas.  After concocting a plan to avoid responsibility and almost succeeding in carrying it out, Gayadnae’s life takes an unexpected turn.  Grayt, the ever-present serving woman to Arrinay, fills many roles and has her fingers in a number of pies.  There’s definitely more to her than is apparent on the surface.  Along with coordinating activities in the Main House, keeping the young mistress in line, and talking to horses, Grayt has a more secret agenda with a graver responsibilities.

A hint of trouble on the horizon and other darker activities weave their way through the backdrop of this delightful tale which takes place in the city of Kalaydan.

 

Excerpt:

Grayt dashed up the stairs lightly.  Running quietly down the dark corridor, she came to the entrance of the receiving room of Arrinay and her family and entered the spacious chamber.  The sound of amorous activity issued from the curtained room ahead.  She walked instead into the room on the right.  The curtains billowed violently, though without sound, into the room in which she stood.  An intense, blue glow radiated from beyond the curtain.

It’s happening again.  I don’t know how much more she can take.

Grayt stepped behind the curtain into the violence of the churning Gaichi energies and was nearly pulled from her feet.  Moving further into the room, she tripped on a couple of clothing items littering the floor and nearly fell.  The young woman on the bed writhed and contorted in her sleep as the powerful energies circulated through her and around her.  The room stank of perspiration and clothing in need of laundering.  Grayt gripped the crystal which hung about her neck and closed her eyes.  Soon an angry, fire-red energy flared from between her tightly closed fingers.  The light continued to intensify, swirling within the blue energies, only to disappear.  She stretched her arms out to either side and began to turn widdershins.  Her turning quickened and soon became spinning.  She blurred like the turning of a child’s spindle.  The Gaichi followed her into the maelstrom she had created and engulfed her.  Seeming at first to consume the small woman, they were soon absorbed by the red force which had seeped out and wrapped around  both her and the Gaichi.  She was embraced by her own fire-red energy.  As the red force wrapped more tightly around her, Grayt absorbed the Gaichi energies and her crystal reabsorbed her own fire-red energy.  The room became dark as pitch.

 

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Grinelda Markowitz writes erotic fiction across multiple genres. She resides in a galaxy far, far away with a trusty pen, a never-ending supply of paper and a fertile imagination. The Moon-Kissed Chi, her first e-published book in the genre of erotic fiction, is available on Amazon and Smashwords.

 

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Giveaway and Review of Remnant by Roland Allnach

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Title:  Remnant:  An Anthology

Author:  Roland Allnach

Publisher: All Things That Matter Press (November 11, 2010)

Length: 218 pges

Subgenres:  Sci-Fi /Fantasy

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BLURB:

A stirring, thought provoking anthology of three novellas within the speculative/science fiction genres. The stories are linked in theme by characters seeking self- truth, redemption, and their moral center.   The novellas, in order ofappearance, are: “All the Fallen Angels”, in which a convicted war criminal attempts to make peace with his past; “Enemy, I Know You Not”, in which a military officer that was captured and tortured tries to find his loyalty in an abyss of suspected betrayals; and “Remnant”, in which the survivor of a global pandemic is confronted with the prospect of making peace with hismemories when other survivors attempt to bring him back from self-imposed isolation.

EXCERPT:

…there she stands, among the whispers of ruin, caught between so much anger and hurt and betrayal. So dark, that night: the whisper of the wind, the patter of the rain, the steam of humid air; it had the feel of dissolution, of tears and loss and futility. And there she stands among it all, among the whispers, dehumanized, for what is her life—any life—but the lost murmur of whispers in the dark?

She was only nine. I shot her anyway.

The nightmare snapped away as it always did, stunning the mind of the man that had been held in its sway. He rose up in bed—not bolting, but more a slow, steady bend at the waist to sit upright, like some undead creature of old. The comparison, he thought distantly, was not all that off the mark.

He turned in the darkness to let his feet slide out from under the sheets of his bed. There was no curious glance over his shoulder to look upon his wife; he knew by now that she was a heavy enough sleeper, and that she had grown accustomed to his often troubled sleep. Yet it bothered him nonetheless, waking a petty notion in the lonely recesses of his heart, a petty notion of jealousy to sleep in apparent peace.

With a sigh, he departed the bed and staggered with the stiffness of his bad leg towards the little kitchen of their captain’s cabin. He moved with familiarity, not turning on any lights, yet still able to silently gather his customary mug and the hot water to make his tea. Then he settled himself at the small table beside the portal of their cabin, one hand on his mug, the other on his com. He looked out to the cold points of starlight in the black void. He blinked. The sound of water, the soft tinkle of running water, came to him. He looked to the sink, but he had turned off the faucet.

He closed his eyes.

The com vibrated under his hand, startling him. His arm folded like an old mechanism to bring the little black communicator to his ear. He could hear the breathing on the other end of the call. He knew who it was, but not how she knew to call, and she always knew; she always called when he woke, but she never spoke. Too many bad things dwelled between them, he knew. Where does one start? When all that’s left is broken, which piece do you pick up first, and more important, why that particular piece?

But then something changed: she spoke his name, her voice a thin rasp in his ear.

“Stohko?”

He blinked. His lips parted. He put the com down and keyed it off, but stared at it for several seconds, his face settling to stone. His eyelids slid shut, and when he opened them, he was looking to his side to see his wife standing by the teapot, arms crossed on her chest, her long blue nightshirt hanging to her knees. “Nightmare?” she said through a long yawn.

He stared at her.

She rubbed her face before walking around the table to hug him from behind, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Her dark hair slid forward to brush against his cheek. He barely breathed. His eyes had not moved, holding where he had seen her, as if she still stood there.

He laid his hand over the com.

“Stohko—”

“It’s my burden, Pallia, not yours.”

“But it’s here, with both of us.” She let her breath go. “You took your pill?”

He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable at once, but nevertheless confessed to her. “Last two days. Something’s changed. I don’t know. I’ve been sleeping well for the last few weeks. No headaches, no nightmares, no calls—”

She straightened, her dark hair trailing across his neck as she receded from him, but her hands remained on his shoulders. “Those pills are old, you know. Expired, I would think. Maybe you should see Piccolo tomorrow. At least you could sleep then.”

He frowned.

She said nothing. After several moments she went back to bed, the only remaining imprint of her presence the sudden chill of his skin where she had touched him. He crossed his arms over his chest to lay his fingers on his shoulders, sensing the dissipating warmth of her hands. He looked over his shoulder, but as he expected, she was gone. With a frown, he let  his hands slide down to lay on his thighs as he looked back to the mug of tea.

He sat for some time, alone, in the dark, his eyes burning. He pushed the com away, his arm holding a moment before he settled his hand in his lap. He rested back in his chair, gazed out the portal to the emptiness of space, and took a sip of tea.

A shrug, slight and almost involuntary, pulled at his shoulders.

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About the Author:

Roland Allnach has been writing since his early teens, first as a hobby, but as the years passed, more as a serious creative pursuit.  He’s an avid reader, with his main interests residing in history, mythology, and literary classics, along with some fantasy and science fiction in his earlier years.

By nature he has a do-it-yourself type of personality, and his creative inclinations started with art and evolved to the written word.

Since making the decision to pursue a career as an author, he’s secured publication for a number of short stories, received a nomination for inclusion in the Pushcart Anthology, built his own website, and in November 2010 realized publication for an anthology of three novellas, titled Remnant, from All Things That Matter Press, followed in 2012 by his second anthology, Oddities & Entities, also from All Things That Matter Press. Both books have gone on to receive a number of national awards, including National Indie Excellence Awards, Readers Favorite Book of the Year Awards, and USA Book News Best Book Awards.

His writing can best be described as depicting strange people involved in perhaps stranger situations. He prefers to let his stories follow their own path. His writing is sometimes speculative, other times supernatural, at times horror, with journeys into mainstream fiction, and even some humor- or perhaps the bizarre. Despite the category, he aims to depict characters as real on the page as they are in his head, with prose of literary quality. His literary inspirations are as eclectic as his written works – from Poe to Kate Chopin, from Homer to Tolkien, from Flaubert to William Gibson, from Shakespeare to Tolstoy, as long as a piece is true to itself, he’s willing to go along for the ride. He hopes to bring the same to his own fiction.

Social Media Links:

website:  www.rolandallnach.com

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Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5181360.Roland_Allnach

My Review:

These three stories take a dip into the darkness that lurks in every humans soul.  The first two stories revolve around military men and the last is about a survivor of the Apocalypse.  Even though the situations were fantastical, the emotions and by-play of the humans in the stories was so real.  I found this book to be thought-provoking and a good read.  But be warned!  These stories have a dark bittersweet edge to them.

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