Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Book #Review: Spider's Trap (Elemental Assassin, Book #13) by Jennifer Estep

Keep your friends close but your enemies within stabbing distance.


About the Book:

One important lesson I’ve learned in the assassination business is that to be the best you have to roll with the punches. Now that I’m queen of Ashland’s underworld—by default, not by choice—a lot more punches are being thrown my way. But I suppose that’s the price of victory for taking down some of the underworld’s top dogs. Good thing I have my Ice and Stone magic to help me survive my volatile new position. Just when I think things are finally settling down, someone tries to murder me during a hush-hush underworld meeting. But the real surprise is how strangely familiar my shadowy assailant seems to be.

My job is to maintain order among killers, crooks, and thieves, and soon I’m embroiled in a bloody game where the ability to keep secrets could be the greatest superpower of all. My enemies have all sharpened their knives and laid their traps, waiting for me to fall. But this Spider weaves her own webs of death…

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Reviews of Previous Books in the Series:

Spider's Bite, Book 1:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2014/07/review-spiders-bite-elemental-assassin.html

Web of Lies, Book 2:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2014/07/review-web-of-lies-elemental-assassin.html

Venom, Book 3:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2014/09/review-venom-elemental-assassin-book-3.html

Tangled Threads, Book 4:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2014/09/review-tangled-threads-elemental.html

Spider's Revenge, Book 5:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2014/11/review-spiders-revenge-elemental.html

By A Thread, Book 6:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/review-by-thread-elemental-assassin_16.html

Widow's Web, Book 7:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/review-widows-web-elemental-assassin.html

Deadly Sting, Book 8:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/review-deadly-sting-elemental-assassin.html

Heart of Venom, Book 9:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2015/09/review-heart-of-venom-elemental.html

The Spider, Book 10:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2015/12/book-review-spider-elemental-assassin.html

Poison Promise, Book 11:
http://saphsbookblog.blogspot.com/2016/03/book-review-poison-promise-elemental.html


My Review:

The 13th book in the Elemental Assassin series begins where book 12 ends - with Gin as the newly appointed Queen of the Underworld. This title isn't something that she wants but one that she earned by default. Her ascension to the "throne" doesn't come without problems, of course. Now, instead of just running The Pork Pit and taking care of her family, Gin has to be the mediator among griping bosses. She also has to keep a sharp eye as other underworld bosses are trying to remove her as the by any means possible. Spider's Trap brings forth a blast from the past, who comes marching into town and, unlike many other installments, it's possible that Gin may not actually be the target - at first. But you know Gin, piss her off and she gets right in your face daring you to target her.

Each book in the series features an enemy wanting to take out the Spider. Sometimes Gin has some sort of tie to the would-be assassin - whether she killed a friend, relative, or made someone cry, other times not. She has to watch her back and the back's of her friends and family. Although her friends and family can pretty much fend for themselves, the protector is also who and what Gin will be to them. Her anti-hero persona keeps her alive but her warm side keeps her a bit more human.

There is just something about this series that keeps me coming back. There is a lot of action and suspense in Spider's Trap. My heart was pounding and I was on the edge of my seat through a good portion of the book. I found myself totally engrossed in the novel and read it pretty quickly. Her relationship to the Pike family dredges up lots of history that would bring a weaker woman to her knees. Not Gin, though - she rises above the pain and does exactly what needs to be done.

Spider's Trap is another fantastic installment of the Elemental Assassin series. The entire series has pulled me in and kept me engaged from the very beginning. These are the types of books that have me longing for the next one. They are written with vivid descriptions and genuine feelings, allowing the reader to become totally immersed in this world.

My review copy was courtesy of the publisher via NetGalley, at no cost in exchange for an honest review.

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Read the First 5 Chapters from Amanda Bouchet's New Release ~ A Promise of Fire (Kingmaker Chronicles, #1) #Giveaway @SourcebooksCasa


Book Information:

Title: A Promise of Fire

Series: Kingmaker Chronicles, #1

Author: Amanda Bouchet

Pubdate: August 2nd, 2016

ISBN: 9781492621898

KINGDOMS WILL RISE AND FALL FOR HER…

BUT NOT IF SHE CAN HELP IT



About the Book:

Catalia "Cat" Fisa lives disguised as a soothsayer in a traveling circus. She is perfectly content avoiding the danger and destiny the Gods—and her homicidal mother—have saddled her with. That is, until Griffin, an ambitious warlord from the magic-deprived south, fixes her with his steely gaze and upsets her illusion of safety forever.

Griffin knows Cat is the Kingmaker, the woman who divines the truth through lies. He wants her as a powerful weapon for his newly conquered realm—until he realizes he wants her for much more than her magic. Cat fights him at every turn, but Griffin's fairness, loyalty, and smoldering advances make him increasingly hard to resist and leave her wondering if life really does have to be short, and lived alone.

Meet the Author:

Award-winning author Amanda Bouchet grew up in New England and studied French at the undergraduate and graduate levels. She moved to Paris, France, in 2001. Her first novel, A Promise of Fire, won several Romance Writers of America chapter contests, including the Orange Rose Contest and the paranormal category of the prestigious Golden Pen.

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Chapter 1:

I pluck at my crimson tunic, tenting the lightweight linen away from my sticky skin. The southern Sintan climate isn’t my worst nightmare, but it sometimes ranks pretty high, right along with the stifling layers of cosmetics masking my face, my leather pants, and my knee-high boots.

Heat and leather and heels don’t mix, but at least looking like a brigand means blending into the circus. Here, discreet only gets you noticed.

Craning my neck for a breath of fresh air, I navigate my way through the beehive of tables already set up for the circus fair. The performers on the center stage are the main attraction. The rest of us surround them, carving out places for ourselves amid the crowd. Tonight, hemmed in on all sides in an amphitheater lit by hundreds of torches and filled to capacity, I feel like a Cyclops is sitting on my chest—suffocated.

Damp curls cling to my neck. I peel them off and tuck them back into my braid, scanning the crowd as I walk. I recognize some of the regulars. Others I don’t know. My eyes trip over a man and get stuck. He’s looking at me, and it’s hard not to look back. He’s striking in a dark, magnetic way, his size, weapons, and bearing all telling me he’s a tribal warlord. His build is strong and masculine, his gait perfectly balanced and fluid. He walks with predatory confidence, unhurried, and yet there’s no mistaking his potential for swift, explosive violence. It’s not latent or hidden, just leashed.

Watchful, alert, he’s aware of everything in his vicinity. Especially me.

Our gazes collide, and something in me freezes. His eyes remind me of Poseidon’s wrath—stormy, gray, intense—the kind of eyes that draw you in, hold you there, and might not let you go.

Adrenaline surges through me, ratcheting up my pulse. My heart thumping, I blink and take in the rest of him. Intelligent brow. Strong jaw. Wide mouth. Hawkish nose. Black hair brushes a corded neck atop broad shoulders that have no doubt been swinging a sword since before he could walk. Body toned to perfection, skin darkened by a lifetime in the sun, he’s battle-chiseled and hard, the type of man who can cleave an enemy in two with little effort and even less consequence to his conscience.

He keeps staring at me, and a shiver prickles my spine. Is this man my enemy?

There’s no reason to think so, but I didn’t stay alive this long without the help of a healthy dose of paranoia.

Wary, I sit at my table, keeping an eye on him as he weaves a bold path through an array of potions, trinkets, and charms. He’s flanked by four similar men. Their coloring varies, but they all have the same sure look about them, although they pale in comparison to the warlord in both authority and allure. The man with the gray eyes is a born leader, and only an idiot would mistake him for anything else.

He stares for so long that I start to wonder if he can somehow bore through my layers of face paint and unmask me, but I’ve never seen him before, and he can’t possibly know the person underneath. I’m from the north of Fisa, where magic is might. He’s from the south of Sinta, where muscle and cunning decide who lives or dies. Our paths would never have crossed in the past, and warlords don’t usually frequent the circus.

I look away, hoping he’ll do the same. There are plenty of reasons a man stares at a woman. An exotic face and generous figure attract as much attention as a good mystery, if not more, and the warlord’s intense scrutiny feels more appreciative than alarming.

Ignoring the flush now creeping into my cheeks, I smooth the wrinkles from the coarse wool blanket covering my table and arrange my paraphernalia like usual. My glittering, gold-lettered sign advertises Cat the Magnificent—Soothsayer Extraordinaire, even though flashes of the future only come here and there, usually in dreams. Luckily, it only takes a few questions for truths to reveal themselves like flowers opening for the sun. I read people’s body language and glean who they are, what they want, and maybe even what they’re capable of. It’s about knowledge and illusion. I get a copper for it, which is more than a fair deal for me. I won’t peddle futures. I have an idea of my own, and that’s more than enough.

My leg starts a nervous bounce. Prophecies can be interpreted loosely, right?

The audience gasps, and I turn to see what’s happening on the stage. Vasili is throwing knives at his wife. She’s strapped to the flat side of a vertical, rotating wheel, and he’s blindfolded. He’s never hit her, but my heart still comes to a complete standstill every time they perform. Tonight is no exception, and I hold my breath, both riveted and terrified, until he runs out of knives.

The crowd is too caught up in the circus to take advantage of the fair, so I get up again and head to the performers’ gate to watch the end of the show and put some distance between the warlord and me. He’s still looking when he shouldn’t be.

The air coming through the gate is fresher, bringing with it the sound of Cerberus’s chuffing breaths and the scent of sweaty dog. He’s Hades’s pet, so I doubt the heat bothers him. I toss him a wave, and two of his three upper lips curl in a snarl of acknowledgment. One of these days, I’ll get all three, although in eight years I never have. I think his middle head just doesn’t like me.

Finished with his performance, Vasili unstraps his wife while Aetos launches himself onto the stage with a triple flip and lands in a fighter’s crouch that shakes the platform. The solid wood creaks under his colossal weight, and the rapt crowd murmurs in awe. Aetos straightens, pounds his chest, tears the horse pelt off his giant back, and catches fire. His roar shakes the amphitheater. No one can roar like Aetos. I’ve seen him perform hundreds of times, and I still get chills.

Seven and a half feet tall, muscle-bound, and tattooed blue from head to toe with Tarvan tribal swirls, he moves his hands in an impossibly fast dance, weaving fire until he’s encased in a sphere of living flame. He bursts through the crackling barrier with another roar. The explosion blasts the hair away from my face and dries out the inside of my nose. I’m forty feet away but feel like I’m in the furnaces of the Underworld. Fanning myself is useless. I’ll never get used to the southern heat, and with Aetos performing, it’s even worse.

The Sintan Hoi Polloi can barely contain themselves. It’s like doing tricks for children—everything enchants. For them, the circus is a whirlwind of power and impossible magical delights. Everywhere from the hard-packed dirt floor surrounding the fair tables and stage to the high, far reaches of the circular stone seating, people jump up and down, hooting and stomping their feet.

My feet tap along with the crowd’s, my eyes following Aetos around the stage. What a relief to be back in Sinta, even with all the dust and heat. I do whatever I can to stay on the west side of Thalyria. Our recent sojourn in the middle realm of Tarva made my lungs tight and my fingers itch for a knife. I’d probably start jumping at shadows if the circus ever went all the way east to Fisa. Just the thought of my home realm makes my sweat turn cold.

Sinta. Tarva. Fisa. West to east. Here to… Nothing I’m going to think about.

The audience whoops in approval of Aetos’s fiery moves. Hoi Polloi in the amphitheater are ecstatic—and not only with the show. They’ve been celebrating ever since a warlord from the tribal south hacked his way north to Castle Sinta to put his own sister on the throne. You’d think Dionysus had dumped a three-month supply of wine over the entire realm. Temples are overflowing with Sintans offering prayers of gratitude, their holy men overcome with gifts to help clothe and feed the poor. Statues of Athena, who is apparently well loved by the conquering warlord, have been spontaneously erected in towns and villages from here to the Ice Plains in Sinta’s north. Happiness and generosity abound, and I don’t even want to think about how many sheep have been slaughtered for celebratory feasts.

For the first time ever, the magicless majority is in charge, and Hoi Polloi are literally dancing in the streets—but only when they’re not throwing themselves in abject loyalty at the feet of the new royal family. Or so I’ve heard. I haven’t actually seen the new royals, but news spreads fast when there’s something to say. After the warlord and his southern army secured the Sintan throne last spring, his family took weeks just to move north. Not because they’re slow, but because of the sheer number of adoring people in their way.

It’s no secret the northern-born Magoi royals here in Sinta were despots, just like everywhere else in Thalyria. Hoi Polloi know they’re better off with one of their own in charge.

But royals without magic? My cynical snort is lost in the boisterousness of the crowd. It’ll never last.

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Release Day Blitz for The Dead of Haggard Hall (Darke of Night, Book 1) by Marie Treanor @MarieTreanor

Release Day Blitz for The Dead of Haggard Hall by Marie Treanor


The Dead of Haggard Hall
Darke of Night, Book One
Marie Treanor



Book Information:

Genre: Gothic/historical/paranormal romance

Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: 26th July 2016

ISBN: 978-1619235830
ASIN: B01CUOPRZQ

Number of pages: 216 (paperback)
Word Count: 71,000

Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

About the Book:

Spirit possession is easy to remedy. Possession of the heart is another matter.

After vicar’s widow and natural medium Barbara Darke loses her respectable teaching position, she reluctantly agrees to become companion to her former pupil Emily, now the bride of young Sir Arthur Haggard.

Once settled at Haggard Hall, Barbara finds her friend is beset by ghostly voices and unexplained deaths. In a maelstrom of dark spirits and wicked emotions, Barbara battles to lay Emily’s ghosts to rest—both hampered and helped by Arthur’s skeptical cousin Patrick, who provokes and attracts her in equal measure.

It would be a mistake to trust a secretive, guilt-ridden man suspected of driving his wife to suicide, if not outright murdering her. And it could well be lethal to give in to her own desires, confused as they often are with the lusts of the dead.

But Arthur and Emily are in genuine physical danger, and suspicion is falling closer and closer to Patrick—the man who haunts Barbara’s sensual dreams. The man who stands to inherit Haggard Hall.

Warning: Contains a medium whose body is open season for spirit possession, and a scandal-ridden journalist who only believes what he can see—and touch.

Read an Excerpt:

Emily broke off, clutching my arm as lightning flashed through several windows at once, followed almost immediately by a deafening clap of thunder that seemed to roll right over the roof.

At the same time, a rush of air chilled my scalp, stirring my hair, and several candles in the hall blew out at once, leaving only the dim light from two wall lamps.

Emily’s eyes widened and her mouth opened and closed soundlessly before she managed to say, “That shouldn’t happen, Barbara. You know it—”

As the thunder began to die away, something crashed into the front door opposite us, making us both jump and Emily squeal.

“What’s that?” she whispered in panic.

“It sounds like someone knocking on the door,” I said as calmly as I could.

“Why don’t they ring the bell?” she countered as the banging went on.

I thought about it. “Maybe the bell is broken, which is why the servants don’t hear.” I began to walk across the hall with Emily dangling from my elbow, trying to hold me back. I paused and stared at her. “What? Do you think it’s some evil spirit knocking on the door to get out of the rain?”

She blinked, gave a half laugh, and released my elbow, although she scurried after me the rest of the way to the door. I struggled with the heavy latch, and then, as soon as I began to draw the door back, the wind whipped it out of my hand and blasted me backwards.

At the same time, lightning forked across the sky, flashing over the grim, angular face of a large, soaking-wet man, all hollow cheeks and hard eyes that showed amber like a wolf’s.

Emily let out a cry and fell back, clutching me around the waist as the stranger, water running off him like a fresh shower, strode into the house and forced the door shut once more.

Only, of course, he wasn’t a stranger. My hand crept up over my heart to my throat.

Arthur bolted out of the dining room above, no doubt to see why his wife had screamed, Bela Hiranyi and Henry Faversham at his heels. Arthur was scowling over the banister with concern, until he caught sight of his visitor, when his face relaxed into a grin, and he rushed
downstairs.

“Patrick!” he exclaimed, pushing right past us and holding out an eager hand. “We didn’t expect you!”

“Apparently not,” Patrick said dryly.

My worst fears were realized. Arthur’s cousin and unofficial guardian was indeed the man who’d witnessed my mother’s séance so contemptuously the night before I left London. His name was just as my mother had said.

But more than that, something in the way the rain rolled off his soaked person made me think of the agonized man I’d seen crouching in the storm. He carried his torment with him, like an echo which bounced between us.

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Marie Treanor lives in Scotland, in a chaotic house by the sea, together with her eccentric husband, three much too smart children and a small dog who rules them all. Most days, she avoids both housekeeping and evil day jobs by writing stories of paranormal romance and fantasy.

Marie is the award winning author of over forty sexy paranormal romances - Indie, New York and E-published.

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Monday, July 25, 2016

"The Strong Heroine Stereotype" by Rhenna Morgan, Author or Waking Eden (The Eden Series, Book Three) @RhennaMorgan


I have the pleasure of introducing Rhenna Morgan to you this morning!

Enjoy!

The Strong Heroine Stereotype

I have to confess, when I first started my love affair with romance, I was always drawn to the kick ass, take-no-bull heroines. Particularly when the equally badass heroes had to bust their behinds to earn the love of their killer heroine. So, when I sat down to write my first book, Unexpected Eden, it was easy for me to cast my leading lady as a sassy bartender who knew what she wanted, how she wanted it, and had no beefs with make her needs a reality.

Then I went to write the next book…and the one after it…and the one after that. With every story that developed, the more I wanted to explore other character types, but I worried readers wouldn’t have the same enthusiasm to cheer my heroines on if they were, well, less kick ass.

Then I took a good look around me. I know lots of strong women and they come in all forms and fashions. Heck, sometimes the most soft-spoken and tender-hearted are the strongest women I know.

So, I dug in and wrote the characters that spoke to me.

Trinity, the heroine in Waking Eden, was one of my more tender ones. A librarian who’s been unable to abide touch without seeing a person’s deepest, darkest secrets, she’s as innocent as they come. (Or at least she was until Ramsay got his hands on her.) She’s delicate. Not at all the warrior Lexi is, and not as battle-hardened or world-wise as Galena in Healing Eden.

But she’s still strong. Strong enough to stand up for herself when necessary and willing to make difficult choices along her journey. Today that’s my definition of a strong woman, and any time I read a story with one of the quieter characters who roar in their own unique way, I find I’m drawn to them even more.

What about you? Do you have any soft-spoken leading ladies who’ve demonstrated their strength in quieter, understated stories? Care to share? I’d love to hear your recommendations as well as your thoughts. And I hope you’ll check out Ramsay and Trinity’s story in Waking Eden. I promise you. She’s tiny and innocent, but she’s exactly the dynamite Ramsay needs.

About the Book:

Waking Eden
The Eden Series, Book Three
Rhenna Morgan

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Rhenna Morgan

Date of Publication: 7/26/2016

ISBN-10: 1-945361-01-8 


ISBN-13: 978-1-945361-01-2 



ISBN-10: 1-945361-00-X 

ISBN-13: 978-1-945361-00-5 

ASIN: B01FNMEPZU

Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 100,121

Cover Artist: Natasha Snow



About the Book:

The only hope of saving their race is to surrender their hearts.

With a long foretold and annoyingly vague prophecy warning of immense change for Eden, Ramsay Shantos is forced to hunt words and legends instead of rebels. For a man of action, it’s the worst kind of agony. Until he encounters a sexy librarian who bears the fated prophecy’s mark. A mark no human should possess.

Tortured by her mixed heritage, Trinity Blair has enjoyed little human touch in her life, let alone intimacy. Even the most innocent contact fills her mind with a person’s deepest, darkest secrets—except for Ramsay. Her immunity to his thoughts sparks a fragile hope that she might finally experience the passion of her Dark Spiritu brethren…unless he’s the dangerous crossroads her father predicted.

When knowledge of Eden goes viral in the human realm, Trinity is Ramsay’s only hope for quelling mass panic. Can he risk revealing the secrets of his race to the guileless ray of sunshine? Or is she the unknown source of Eden’s destruction?

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Trinity dropped to her knees beside Ramsay and checked the pulse at his neck. Smooth and strong, unlike the frantic flutter of her own heart.
She smoothed a wayward strand of dark hair off his handsome face. Not just any man could pull off long hair without coming off girly, but this guy did it easily. Kind of a sexy barbarian who’d traded his leather armor for a skin-hugging T-shirt and jeans.
Ramsay’s giant friend crouched opposite her and gripped his shoulder. What was his name? John? No. Jagger. That was it. Golden hair and eyes to match—heck the guy looked like he’d been created by Midas. “What happened?”
“I don’t know.” She checked the back of Ramsay’s head. No blood, but she’d bet he’d sport a nasty goose egg come morning. God, his hair felt sinful. Thick and smooth. “He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. The next thing I knew, his eyes rolled back and he fell.”
Jagger lifted Ramsay’s head, clasped it at the back, and gripped his chin with the other. He scowled down at his friend…or was he concentrating?
“I tried to break his fall, but he’s, well…” She motioned toward Jagger’s torso. “Huge, like you.”
Ramsay’s eyes popped open with a shake of his head.
Jagger eased back on his heels and smiled. “You realize you passing out when you’re coming onto a woman is gonna make for killer blackmail.”
Ramsay studied his friend, then her, then her hand on his chest.
Her hand. On his chest. Not just touching him, but stroking. Small, comforting motions against hard, hot muscle.
Holy crap. She jerked her hand away and stood so fast, she nearly clattered onto the coffee table behind her.
Not one vision. Not before or after his fall. That alone should be enough to crow and dance around for days, but mixed with a good solid feel of those muscles, all she could think about was adding both hands to the mix—minus his T-shirt.
Ramsay stood and narrowed his eyes.
Prey. Beneath his stare, she felt like a gazelle entranced by a black panther.
Jagger stepped closer to him, as though he meant to intercept. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
The question snapped Ramsay’s focus. “Must’ve been the trip here. My head went fuzzy and that’s all I remember.”
Odd. His words made sense, but the tone and the way he eyeballed his friend made it sound like code for something else.
Jagger’s gaze raked her head to toe before he nodded and ambled back to his seat.
Ramsay prowled closer, not quite as frightening as seconds before, but still on edge. Predatory. He offered his hand. “Let’s try that again. I’m Ramsay.”
Eye candy. The guy was pure unadulterated, grade-A eye candy. She sucked with height estimations, but her lips were on a direct line with the rock hard pecs she’d shamelessly fondled. And there were scattered light streaks in his dark hair. Not much. Only enough to imply her panther spent time lazing in the sun.
His voice rumbled, even more tempting than the rest of him. “I can wait all night.” He held his outstretched hand steady, tanned skin tempting her as strongly as his words. Definitely a sun-prone panther.
She’d touched him twice already. Surely another wouldn’t hurt. “Trinity Blair.”
Their palms met, his hand encompassing hers in a delicious heat that radiated out in all directions and made her want to snuggle up so tight no space was left between them. The world stopped. The bar ceased to exist. No images. No fearsome emotions. Just perfect, addictive touch.
Tessa’s voice cut through the cocoon of her thoughts. “Oh, my God. Did you just touch him?”
Trinity snatched her hand away and stepped back.
“Well, well, well,” Naomi’s sultry voice sounded from the loveseat as she reclined back and draped one arm along the cushions. “This is turning into an interesting night.”
Margo stood, jerked her head at Naomi to move, and motioned at Ramsay to sit. “Why don’t you two take a load off? Me and Naomi are headed to the bar. Anyone want refills?”
Oh, boy. She’d seen that matchmaking gleam in Margo’s eyes before, but never aimed at her. Definitely not good if she wanted to keep any semblance of control for the rest of the night.
“Sit with him,” Margo whispered in her ear before turning and tugging Naomi along with her.
Ramsay grinned, clearly hearing her friend’s traitorous instruction. He reached for her elbow to guide her forward, but stopped and pulled his hand away.
Trinity lurched toward the loveseat and sat as far away from everyone as possible.
Ramsay settled close, not quite in the middle but enough that no one else would join them. His gaze rested on her throat before it jumped to meet her eyes. “So, no touching. Sounds like an interesting story.”
More like the only thing interesting about her, and yet the one thing she couldn’t talk about. Even if she could share something about her Spiritu self, her brain seemed to have gone on strike in favor of ogling the strapping god planted two inches away. “It bugs me, is all. Most people make me antsy. I guess…” She rubbed her hand along her thigh. “I guess you slipped in under the radar, and then after, I didn’t have time to think.”
Again his gaze dropped to her neck, and his smile faltered.
She checked her collar and made sure the sides were pulled together, hiding the pendant her adopted father, David, had given her before he died.
“You sure?” Ramsay tilted his head, considering. “I think we should try again. Test the theory.”
Well, if that wasn’t a perfect opportunity offered up on a silver platter. All her life, the only person who’d been able to touch her without impact was Kazan. She’d give anything to try something beyond a simple handshake.
Ramsay leaned in, his arm stretching along the seat back. His facial structure radiated the same power as his body—proud nose, strong jaw covered in sexy stubble, thick eyebrows, one arched a little more than the other. His warm, earthy scent surrounded her, clean with a hint of something exotic. Sandalwood maybe. “Touch me.”
Hard to call it a command the way he said it. More of a dark, sensual dare. One that worked nerve endings she didn’t even know existed. “Where?”
As soon as the question left her mouth his expression shifted, eyelids lowering slightly over stormy silver eyes. “Carte blanche. Lady’s choice.”

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Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality.

A native Oklahoman with two beautiful girls and a fantastic husband, her resume reflects her passion for new experiences. Since graduating with a Bachelors in Radio, Television, and Film at Oklahoma State, she’s racked up positions ranging from on-air radio talent, skip tracer, and promotions director, to real estate agent, project manager, and business analyst.

Like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. That’s where the romance comes in. Reading, or writing, romance has been her happy place since she cracked the spine on her first Christine Feehan book years ago. Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, and strong, intuitive men who’ll fight to keep the women they want.

Whether it’s contemporary, paranormal, or fantasy you’re after, Rhenna’s stories pack romantic escape for the women who need it.

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1 $25 Amazon or Barnes & Noble Gift Certificate (Reader’s choice of vendor)
1 Eden Series Prize Pack (US Winner Only) Including: Signed Print Copy of Waking Eden Eden Series Coffee Mug Eden Series Grocery Tote Eden Series Pen/Stylus Eden Series Post-its

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Book Spotlight & #Giveaway ~ The Gift by Rebecca J. Hubbard #Childrens

Welcome to the tour for The Gift!

Read about the book, meet the author, and enter the Goodreads giveaway!


Book Information:

Paperback: 62 pages

Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (July 23, 2015)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1515181839
ISBN-13: 978-1515181835



About the Book:

All eleven-year-old Pip wanted was a best friend. When Pip gets a horse for her birthday, she’s delighted. She thinks that the horse she names Buck will be her best friend from the moment that they meet. But she finds out that friendship does not come that easily.

Pip’s father gently guides her so that Pip can discover for herself how to make Buck a true friend. Pip's new friend, Buck, has a story of his own. After leaving his own herd, to move to Pip's house, he is looking for a relationship that will help him feel safe. He, too, learns that making a friend takes patience and understanding.

Told from the perspectives of both Pip and Buck, The Gift is a heartwarming and valuable lesson about friendship, trust and love, that will appeal to a wide variety of readers.

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ENTER THE GOODREADS SIGNED BOOK GIVEAWAY HERE


Meet Rebecca Hubbard:



Rebecca J. Hubbard is a master's level Licensed Marriage and Family Therapist with over twenty years of experience working with children and their families. She began writing short stories as a child for her own amusement and enjoyment. Rebecca discovered that she could facilitate the healing of her young clients by writing stories for them.

Currently, Rebecca works at Spirit Reins as a clinician and as the clinical supervisor where she practices Natural Lifemanship, ™ a Trauma-Focused Equine Assisted Psychotherapy™ model.

Rebecca is a native Texan, who enjoys spending time with friends and family, including her two dogs, Idgie and Sully, and her two horses, Cash and Cloud. She also loves to read, paint and garden. Rebecca encourages readers to connect with her via her website and Amazon Author Page.


Press Release ~ James A. Hunter’s, Cold Hearted: A Yancy Lazarus Novel, with Bewitching Book Tours

James A. Hunter embarks on a month long Bewitching Book Tour for his novel, Cold Hearted: A Yancy Lazarus Novel, on July 25, 2016

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Aurora, CO (July 25, 2016) – James A. Hunter’s novel Cold Hearted, is on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. Follow the tour from the comfort of your home. Read interviews, guest blogs, excerpts, interviews, and reviews.

For more details and a complete tour schedule visit http://bewitchingbooktours.blogspot.com/

Book Information:

Cold Hearted: A Yancy Lazarus Novel

The Yancy Lazarus Series, Episode 2

James A. Hunter



Genre: Adult Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Shadow Alley Press

Date of Publication: May 22, 2015

ISBN: 978-1514234266
ASIN: B00WDQCY30

Number of pages: 415

Word Count: 111,000

Cover Artist: Dane, EbookLaunch.com

Book Description:

Yancy Lazarus just wants to be left alone. He wants to play his blues music, smoke a few cigarettes, and otherwise leave the supernatural world to fend for itself.

He especially wants to be left alone by the Guild of the Staff—the mage ruling body—where he used to work as a Fix-It man. But when a little kid gets nabbed by an ancient Fae creature from the nether regions of Winter and the Guild refuses to set things right, he just can’t seem to heed good sense and leave things be.

Nothing’s ever easy though. Turns out, the kidnapping is just the tip of one big ol’ iceberg of pain and trouble. It seems some nefarious force is working behind the scenes to try and unhinge the tenuous balance between the supernatural nations and usher in a new world order. So now, if Yancy ever hopes to see the bottom of another beer bottle, he’s gonna have to partner up with an FBI agent—an agent who’s been hunting him for years—in order to bring down a nigh-immortal, douchebag mage from a different era. And to top it off, Yancy’s gonna have to pull it off without his magical powers … Boy, some days just aren’t worth getting out of bed for.

About the Author:

Hey all, my name is James Hunter and I’m a writer, among other things. So just a little about me: I’m a former Marine Corps Sergeant, combat veteran, and pirate hunter (seriously). I’m also a member of The Royal Order of the Shellback—’cause that’s a real thing. I’ve also been a missionary and international aid worker in Bangkok, Thailand. And, a space-ship captain, can’t forget that.

Okay … the last one is only in my imagination.

Currently, I’m a stay at home Dad—taking care of my two kids—while also writing full time, making up absurd stories that I hope people will continue to buy. When I’m not working, writing, or spending time with family, I occasionally eat and sleep.

You can visit me to find out more at www.JamesAHunter.wordpress.com

www.twitter.com/@jamesahunter13

www.facebook.com/WriterJamesAHunter


To receive a review copy, arrange an interview, guest blog, or event with the authors please contact Roxanne Rhoads RoxanneRhoads@bewitchingbooktours.com

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Press Release ~ Luke Ahearn’s Transition, The Eurphoria Z Series, with Bewitching Book Tours

Luke Ahearn embarks on a month long Bewitching Book Tour for his novel, Transition, on July 25, 2016

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 Monterey, CA (July 25, 2016) – Luke Ahearn’s novel Transition, is on tour with Bewitching Book Tours. Follow the tour from the comfort of your home. Read interviews, guest blogs, excerpts, interviews, and reviews. Enter the giveaway for a chance to win an Amazon gift certificate or one of five Audible codes.

For more details and a complete tour schedule visit


Transition
The Euphoria Z Series, Book Three
Luke Ahearn

Genre: Thriller/Post-Apocalyptic

Publisher: Luke Ahearn
Date of Publication: April 25, 2016

ASIN: B01ESFRJW4

Number of pages: 194
Word Count: 56,200

Amazon Link: http://amzn.to/29MUTyV

Book Description:

Transition is the third book of the Euphoria Z Series set in a post-apocalyptic California.

The post-apocalyptic world is in transition. While things may seem safer, a great danger lurks under the surface and sometimes from above.

What does the Island have to do with the state of the world, and the invisible creatures? New threats arise and evil is tracked down. Will this finally be the end for Ben and his psychopathic lifestyle?

Continue the adventure as we find out what happened to Cooper, Lisa and the others.

About the Author:

Luke Ahearn was born in New Orleans, LA and now lives in Central California. He is a successfully published author of both fiction and nonfiction, most recently completing Transition, the third book in the Euphoria Z Series. He has over 20 years of professional game development experience in lead positions; designer, producer, and art director.

Luke is also a book cover designer interested in supporting his fellow authors. He hates writing about himself in the third person, but thinks it makes him sound more substantial.

He can be reached at www.LukeAhearn.com






To receive a review copy, arrange an interview, guest blog, or event with the authors please contact Roxanne Rhoads


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Saturday, July 23, 2016

New Release & a #Giveaway ~ Killer Potential by Aften Brook Szymanski #YA #Thriller @BookFishBooks @aftenbrook

Today, I have the pleasure of hosting Aften Brook Szymanski for the release of her YA thriller, Killer Potential

Make sure to continue reading because there is information about how you can win a $50 Amazon gift card at the bottom of this post!


Book Details:

Title: Killer Potential

Author: After Brook Szymanski

Publisher: BookFish Books

Genre: YA Psychological Thriller

Release Date: July 17, 2016

About Killer Potential:

Seventeen-year-old Yvette Gibbs was just admitted to the hospital psych unit in handcuffs as the main suspect in a murder case, which she refuses to talk about. 

Drugs and depression claim her family—leaving Yvette to fight her own demons alone. Adopting the skill of master of passive-aggressive vengeance lands Yvette in the psych unit with no family support, unless she cooperates with her therapist to clear her name, also a convicted murderer.

Yvette wants revenge on the world that taught her to be afraid, claimed her mother to depression, hid her father in a fog of job hopping, turned her brother to dealing drugs, and swallowed her sister whole, but to achieve this she must lie, manipulate, and most of all survive. Pitting her dead sister’s shady friend whom she fears against the man who reminded her she’s not immune to victimization, is her perfect solution to all life's hassles, even if that means she ends up with blood on her hands. Until everything backfires.

Meet Aften Brook Szymanski:


Aften Brook Szymanski, at the age of five, once fell on her bum looking out a large picture window while eating a pickle and people laughed. She thought she was funny, life has never been the same. She’s obsessed with LEGOs, cozy reading nooks, and over-the-knee socks. A graduate of the College of Southern Idaho with an Associate of Arts degree, Brigham Young University with a Bachelor of Science degree, and the University of Utah with a Master of Education degree. Learning is more fun than testing, sometimes we have to endure both. 

She lives in a very cold Wyoming valley with her husband, three kids, and one unhappy cat, where they are being cryogenically preserved for all time—thanks to how cold it is.

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