tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669350800594971152024-03-05T13:01:05.922-08:00Just Another Paranormal MondayThis is the official blog for members of Just Another Paranormal Monday groupUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger97125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-81815198524359269592019-07-01T19:01:00.000-07:002019-07-01T19:01:41.102-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Book 1 of the Zolon Warriors series</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Birgitta Anderson, or Birgit, as she is known has three problems in her life: a lousy sense of direction, a broken down car, and a strange mechanic named Reno. The first problem, she was born with; the second a good junkyard could take care of, but the last might be a little more difficult to deal with – especially when it comes with three matchmaking brothers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Reno Brewerigeron has his hands full dealing with his three young brothers who have decided it is his responsibility to continue the family since he is the oldest. Reno wants to get off the miserable planet his younger brother crashed on. They want him to mate, but that isn’t likely considering how small and fragile the women on Earth are.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Thanks to the meddling of his brothers, he has a change of heart when a human woman awakens the beast inside him. His plans to court her take a turn when another alien species arrive searching for Birgit. Will Reno be able to keep Birgit safe long enough to convince her that she is the perfect mate for a stranded alien, or will he be destined to lose his one chance at happiness?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Find out in Bewitching Birgit; where anything can happen in Magic, New Mexico!</span>Tianna Xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893625991571966602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-15161783459660482262019-06-17T23:30:00.000-07:002019-06-20T01:06:05.748-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's new release heaven! There are six new books in the Magic, New Mexico series. If you haven't heard of it, you're missing out.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Magic, New Mexico is a series created by S.E. Smith, a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Susan has graciously opened her series to other authors to write in her world. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">With nearly 50 books in the series written by different authors, Magic, New Mexico is a series junkie's dream. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Broke-Magic-Book-New-Mexico-ebook/dp/B07SWRCLP9/ref=sr_1_1_sspa?crid=2XKFH6EQKTQYE&keywords=broke+in+magic+winnie+winkle&qid=1561011236&s=gateway&sprefix=Broke+in+Magic%2Caps%2C154&sr=8-1-spons&psc=1">Broke in Magic</a> by Winnie Winkle</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shifters-Yearning-Eclipse-Magic-Mexico-ebook/dp/B07SW7TQ95/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+shifter%27s+yearning&qid=1561011336&s=gateway&sr=8-1">A Shifter's Yearning</a> by Evelyn Lederman </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Tempting-Tabitha-Mexico-48-Zolon-Warriors-ebook/dp/B07T2K5G3T/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=tempting+tabitha&qid=1561011414&s=gateway&sr=8-1">Tempting Tabitha</a> by Tianna Xander </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07T1TNJC8/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i0">The Touch of the Dragon</a> by M.L. Guida </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A Taste of Fate by <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Aidy-Award/e/B00KP8DNVU?ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1&qid=1561011715&sr=1-1">Aidy Award</a> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Blue-Streak-Dragons-Tarakona-Mexico-ebook/dp/B07T1FNHTX/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Blue+Streak+DB+sieders&qid=1561011669&s=digital-text&sr=1-1">Blue Streak</a> by DB Sieders</span></div>
Tianna Xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893625991571966602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-10926794159148821952015-05-04T14:42:00.003-07:002019-06-19T22:55:11.063-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURmLQzH7VrqJ9K9bpMlUjFQ0RSLQQMjVIDaMmvgUa0sKkSWSII9REzS-B4doFFxZROUJoOj34oNE2C3qngGtalZJY_ekCtyin2U5525lpczGnjysLd1szfj7RPQiBmosGtbVRgwfQjrg/s1600/Janet's%2Bad%2Bfor%2BIWAY.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURmLQzH7VrqJ9K9bpMlUjFQ0RSLQQMjVIDaMmvgUa0sKkSWSII9REzS-B4doFFxZROUJoOj34oNE2C3qngGtalZJY_ekCtyin2U5525lpczGnjysLd1szfj7RPQiBmosGtbVRgwfQjrg/s320/Janet's%2Bad%2Bfor%2BIWAY.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>It Was Always You <span style="background-color: black; color: white;"> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">After dreaming of him for months, Candy can’t believe the 1Night Stand dating service has found a man fitting the description of her ideal lover. After all, her dream man is no other than A-list actor, Jared Harwell, and since she’ll never have </span><i style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">him,</i><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> she’ll settle for a close match. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Shapeshifter Jared Harwell is ready to call it quits—his acting career and Hollywood lifestyle—if he can find the mate he’s searching for. But, evidently, his perfect mate is only to be found in his nocturnal dreams and the closest he’ll ever get to her is with the help of Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service. And even then, it’s only one night with a fantasy lookalike. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Will that be enough time for Candy and Jared to realize dreams truly can come true?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Did you deliver the letter as instructed?” Jared leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and stared up at his personal assistant, who leaned against the doorjamb. Jared had planned the date to the last detail and wanted everything perfect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You know I did.” James pushed away from the door, shoved his keys in his pocket, and sat across from his best friend. “It’s a good thing she agreed to it. Meeting her in Ottawa fits into your busy schedule perfectly.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes. Being up there for a few days at that romance thing gives both of us some downtime, too. It works out well. I can spend a time in the country unwinding before and after.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You’ll probably need it after a day in a room full of oversexed women.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jared stared at his best friend and raised a brow. “I seem to recall you used to like situations like that.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“That was before you got famous, and speaking of that, I don’t know why you don’t tell your date who you are right off the bat.” Jamie shrugged. “Any lass would be lucky to have you for the night, if you ask me.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Jared shook his head and sighed. He wished he’d known it would be more bother than it was worth before he’d set himself on this path. James never understood the problems he faced with his celebrity status. Not that it mattered a hell of a lot. He only had another five years at most before he had to quit. Otherwise, someone would notice he never aged.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to be able to return to a life of anonymity. A life where he could be certain a person stayed in his life because they cared about him, not because of what he could do for them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“And I have no doubt in my mind she would think the same. I want some time to get to know her before she finds out who I am. I want her to see the man, not the movie star. Is that too much to ask?” It didn’t really matter. He only had </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">the one night with the woman.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Why did others find it so difficult to understand he wanted his date to like him for himself, not what he could do or buy for them? He was never certain of the real reasons a girl dated him. Did she really like him, or did she just find his bank account attractive?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In a perfect world, he would meet and marry someone who had never heard of Jared Harwell. However, that would be next to impossible. His face was on too many magazines and on too many TVs to remain anonymous for any length of time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He had employed the 1Night Stand agency to set up the little fantasy for him to keep his anonymity. He needed to let off some steam with a female he found hot before he went on the hunt for the perfect Hollywood wife. He never had understood the media’s habit of attacking a woman because of her size. So what if he found heavier women attractive? It should be his business and no one else’s. Still, Jared knew he couldn’t subject a woman, especially a woman who he might come to care about, to such heartless bastards.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I don’t suppose so. But if you want my opinion, she isn’t the kind of chick to go for you just because you’re famous. She asked for someone fitting your description. That should count for something.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You just don’t get it, do you? I’m probably her fantasy.” Jared snorted and ran his fingers through his hair. “God, that sounded conceited, didn’t it?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He hated celebrities who let their fame go to their heads. Though, he wasn’t sure he hadn’t become one of them over the last few years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Pushing away from his desk, he stood. “I don’t think it’s too much to ask that I make sure the person I intend to spend time with, even for one night, wants me for me. Do you?”</span><br />
<br />Tianna Xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893625991571966602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-3355616125711994342015-04-27T09:19:00.000-07:002015-05-04T09:19:53.348-07:00Shades of Green<span style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.extasybooks.com/Shades-of-Green/" style="background-color: black;">Shades of Green</a></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Who knew shape shifters exist and they adore curvy, full-figured women?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">When Gareth and Mac set out in search of a mate, they didn’t expect company in the form of two unwanted tag-along friends, and they certainly didn’t expect their sort of well-laid plans to grind to a screeching halt in a town they had never even heard of before.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">How did they all end up in the town dubbed Halloween town for the week when none of them had even planned to stop there for anything more than lunch?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“That’s it! I’ve had it.” Jessi snarled as she stalked into the apartment she shared with her best friend, Kelly. “I’ve had it. I am so out of here. Just watch how fast I’m outta here. Your head will spin.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Throwing her purse on the couch, she stomped to the coat closet and pulled her suitcases out. One by one, she dragged them into her room and hefted them up onto the bed. After hoisting the last one up, she unzipped them and started pulling her dresser drawers out, which she unceremoniously dumped into the open bags.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“What’s the matter?” Kelly leaned against the door frame, her arms crossed, a little crease between her brows. “What are you doing?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“I’m leaving. That’s what I’m doing.” Jessi waved her hand above her head. “I’ve had it up to here with Billy’s innuendo and Bobby’s pawing. Let them find some other girl to torment. I’m not taking it anymore.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Tears burned her eyes as she thought about leaving home again. It wasn’t the town she would miss. It was Kelly who would fill her thoughts as she drove away, leaving this town in the dust for the last time. At least she wouldn’t leave Kelly penniless. She’d managed to invest her way into a sizable bank account over the years. While she had a larger bank account than Kelly’s, it wasn’t much larger. The money she’d saved and invested for them both over the time she’d lived and worked in the city, if they continued to invest it wisely, would last the rest of their lives.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“I should have known that I could never come home.” She dashed the tears away with the back of her hand. “Why can’t those jerks just leave me alone?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">For whatever reason, the people in town, mainly the guys she grew up with, wouldn’t forget her wild youth. They reminded Kelly of it constantly. What had made her think that she would be any different?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Every person in town was guilty of doing something they weren’t proud of doing when they were younger. Yet, they constantly reminded her that she wasn’t perfect, and she wasn’t wife material. She and Kelly were good enough to screw any man in town—not that they would do that anymore—but they drew the line at a one-night-stand. Apparently, the men in town had never made it into the modern world. They still held their women to different standards. Jessi hated that.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">So what that she’d had low self-esteem when she was younger? What difference did it make that she had done the very thing that every man in town had done at one time or another in their adolescence.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“I just can’t take it anymore.” Jessi shook her head and sighed. A year was already too long to put up with that crap. “This time when I leave, I’m never coming back here.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Jessi stared at the clothes haphazardly piled in her bags. Her shoulders drooped at the thought of losing her best friend, yet again. She turned to Kelly. “I’ll miss you.” Her voice cracked as she barely kept herself from bawling. She felt like she did fifteen years ago, all over again.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“What do you mean, I won’t miss you? Of course, I will! You’re my best friend.” Did Kelly think she didn’t really care?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“You won’t miss me because…” Kelly paused, then grinned. “I’m going with you this time. If you think I’m going to let you leave me here again, you’re out of your cotton pickin’ mind.”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">“B-but why would you leave your home, too?”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Kelly tilted her head and stared at her with a frown. “Do you think those asshats treat me any differently than they treat you?” She shook her head. “I’m sick to death of it, too.” She sat up, clapped her hands together and grinned. “I say we get the hell out of this little Podunk town and find a place where we can really live!” She headed for the doorway, presumably to go pack. “When does our adventure begin?”</span></div>
Tianna Xanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17893625991571966602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-40077160855098465022011-10-10T02:27:00.000-07:002011-10-10T02:34:28.538-07:00Halloween Bash Blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://roxannesrealm.blogspot.com"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9VPFBmyxco8gKDrJrZr5KXrcEcpvG5OCnXNSraNDWIzCC5Cs1eZO9G0ytWSVAkyqFUWUCB_VsTyeoOs7nThxOXmomiBBjvkz9B0TfaimgzSo0mLLXAwrCFFbqRSTVr888s90AihQbvHc/s400/Halloween+-+Naughty+Halloween+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661794076953799986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZltSXeyyRGr8GnDaoSmGli6DYCSHIIIK_Y46Ar1AAPJxYL4UesBQ0U3QcfmpG2mgYGxPxxNAYtgh_d2U0PsmSH6YBaP0Ziz8uWHma9IIOrFiQvRvOjrUsfg_50FAyI1v5OWG-yY-txmE/s1600/Halloween+-+Naughty+Halloween+2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbpU_6L-dU5IwePcpVBMfX0xvb5QptoCsKCrb8fWsGPqGpICd0TdsstSOBgqUNMjqVpZkQ2lG9JQp2PHcYJlxzsWBiEqgjZjIf5i0dVp0zvd5NnQHH_rw-ninuyPlnKCKf-EYdXvK0Ro/s1600/Halloween+-+Naughty+Halloween+2.jpg"><br /></a>Savanna Kougarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15698138048388102279noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-6942398171872337092010-10-05T23:29:00.000-07:002010-10-05T23:41:17.573-07:00Just Another ParaNormal Halloween ~ Anthology from Mojo Castle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mojocastle.com"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq5BGPZSdcjUXigTe-kSKWA1Xtm9EmF7sCYcl7oQOLRn-6w6a5oUpo7QzpH8XbNcRmq9RSxzdzkJOoULklFznDiqJKXyv0bkdzMIk60o5QY1piMj8sukZ8Pd061uK9wGs84C2IeGTt1Mg/s200/Just+Another+Paranormal+Halloween+-+antho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524817041703391522" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">I've had a lifelong love of mysticism and all paranormal topics. So, it's a natural for me, as an author, to write erotic romances in those subgenres ~ futuristic, fantasy and everything paranormal. Oh, yeah, Halloween, Samhain, this thinning of the veil between the worlds, has become a very Muse-inspirational time of year for me. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Of course, so far, I’ve only scratched the surface. But, scratch I’ve done with two of my heroine feline shapeshifters, Sun Rocket and Sable. And now, with my Tiger Shapeshifter hero, Zyrru. He stars in my short story, THE TIGER’S MASQUERADE as part of the Just Another ParaNormal Halloween anthology ~ now available at <a href="http://mojocastle.com">Mojo Castle</a> Press as an ebook, and will soon be in print. </span><br />~~~<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here is K.A. M'Lady’s clever intro of all the short stories included in the anthology. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">On the Darkest Knight of a Pixies Holiday, you'll feel an A-mazing Grace, but beware of Love, Lies and Zombie Cries, for Samhain's Visitor and His Girl will arrive at the Tiger's Masquerade, followed by the Man in the Long Black Coat. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">It's Just Another ParaNormal Halloween at the Castle... Mojocastle.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">By K.A. M'Lady </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">~ </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" href="http://kamlady.net">kamlady.net</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> ~ </span><br />~~~<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What follows are the blurbs, and an excerpt from THE TIGER’S MASQUERADE:</span> <br /><br />Blurb ~<br /><br />Stacy wasn’t looking for a tiger-man to erotically and exotically fill her tank, then steal her heart. That is, until the Halloween ‘Call of the Wild Masquerade’ ball. But, what kind of tiger does she have by the tail?<br /><br />Zyrru wasn’t looking for a human woman to un-tame his fiercest passions, and alter his royal life forever. After all, he’s only vacationing on Earth, and is almost engaged to The Princess. But, her rosefire scent is irresistible.<br /><br />Excerpt ~<br /><br />Stacy slipped her hands over her gown’s full skirts reveling in the feel of the shimmering pink satin. Picking them up as elegantly as she knew how, she moved toward the mansion’s ballroom.<br /><br />Excitement pounded her heart. Expectation had shadowed her all day and now it heightened. For what, she wasn’t certain, except that her boss had teased her with promo pictures of the tiger men she’d hired for her Call of the Wild Masquerade ball.<br /><br />Stacy paused at the arched entrance, sweeping her gaze over the huge room’s starry ethereal decorations, the ones she’d helped to arrange the day before. Not quite prepared for more than images of the Tame a Party Tiger men, Stacy came to a sliding halt on her dancer’s shoes.<br /><br />Aware she looked ridiculously awkward with her arms akimbo and her body leaning forward, still, Stacy stared, and practically panted. Thankfully, her mask didn’t impede her breathing any, and she wasn’t wearing a corset, or she might have keeled over in an un-ladylike faint.<br /><br />Exotic. Sexy. Gorgeously handsome.<br /><br />Mygawd! Their bods were fighting lean, yet with beefcake muscles galore. At least, from what she could observe, since they wore updated versions of sixties’ sharkskin suits. Damn, who knew her heart could beat this fast over looking at a man? Okay, sharp-dressed tiger men.<br />~~~~~~<br /><br />The Man in the Long Black Coat <br />by Susan Gabriel <br /><br />“Behold, I come as a thief in the night and I tell you, ye worship ye know not what.”<br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />Mariah Bishop, the preacher's daughter, lives in a town where religion and superstition are so deeply entwined there's no telling where one ends and the other begins. But her father, the good Eldon Bishop fears there is something more than religious rapture stirring in the young Mariah.<br /><br />When the mysterious man in the long, black coat blows into town and holds an old-time revival on All Hallow's Eve, Mariah and the colorful characters which surround her are set on a course with consequences they couldn't possibly foresee.<br />~~~<br /><br />A-Mazing Grace <br />by D. McEntire <br /><br />Sometimes a wrong turn can be the right choice…<br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />Halloween never meant anything special to Grace. That is until taking up an offer by her best friend for a night time trip through a local corn maze leaves her changing her tune—and her life. Coming face-to-face with a man sporting glowing red eyes and fangs, then rescued by a man who seemed just as unreal as the first makes for one hell-of-a wild night only she seems to remember.<br /><br />Connell has hunted alongside his brothers for centuries, following a code to protect the secret of their race—vampires—by removing rogues vampires who refuse to blend in among society. That secret is threatened when wiping the memory of a feisty human female he saves from a rogue doesn’t take completely.<br /><br />But, it isn’t her recollection of him that leads her deeper into his world. Arriving moments too late on the scene of her second attack by a rogue leaves him facing the choice of converting her or leaving her to die.<br />~~~<br /><br />A Pixie Holiday <br />by Brigit Aine<br /><br />Halloween brings all sorts of interesting things to Kira's life, and some of them are worth it.<br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />On Halloween Kira is able to go out as herself, with no glamour on and allow others to see her true self, a pixie As she is trying to avoid the man her father sent years ago to try and marry her, she runs into a someone else, someone who makes her feel safe and protected. Although she isn't even aware that she needs protecting, yet.<br /><br />Lance knows he needs to get Kira to like him, after all they are going to be married, but he has to keep her safe and get her to the conclave before any of that can happen. And it seems as if those who do not want to see an alliance between the Pixies and the Wolves would do whatever it takes to make sure his plans are foiled.<br />~~~<br /><br />His Girl<br />by Sapphire Phelan <br /><br />Erotic paranormal romance with vampires.<br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />My Girl was more than just a song for Evan McPhail and Aimee Saunders; it was the music of their love and passion for each other. For nothing could tear them apart, not even death.<br />Then Aimee vanished.<br /><br />She returns to Evan thirty years later, no longer human. To the tempo of their passion, they prove that doesn't matter.<br />~~~<br /> <br />Samhain's Visitor<br />by Kiki Howell<br /><br />Samhain's visitors can be anything from dark and shadowy to sexy and full of surprizes.<br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />When an uninvited visitor shows up during Sarah’s Samhain ritual, her Mute Supper is literally disrupted by cups and plates being tossed about. Soon, the shadow weighing on her and the voices with cryptic messages incite terror.<br /><br />But, help comes in various forms. And, one is sexy and full of surprises.<br />~~~<br /><br />Darkest Knight <br />by Ashley Blade <br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />What would happen if you woke up one day a vampire?<br /><br />Julie asked herself the same question many times, especially after reading one of her favorite paranormal stories.<br /><br />Now what seemed like a fantasy world captured in descriptive words becomes her reality and she has to figure out if it was all it was cracked up to be.<br />~~~<br /><br />Love, Lies & Zombie Cries<br />by K.A. M'Lady<br /><br />When It Comes To The Heart, Something Always Bleeds<br /><br />Blurb:<br /><br />Jayda Oslynn knows what death feels like. She knows the solitude in the darkness’ silence. The lonely spaces between life’s last breath and the realm of the undead.<br /><br />Like the women in her family before her, she’s had a life-long affinity with those that wander in the land between. Some call it black magick or necromancy, but to the Oslynn family it’s always been known as death dealing. And, whether a blessing or a curse, Jayda’s always been able to feel their feelings – their love and suffering, their happiness and sorrows. The truth, when shared through her eyes, always has a way of being felt and seen.<br /><br />This Halloween, Jayda finds that when dealing with the dead, some memories are better left buried, for the real truth never stays buried and hearts, once broken seldom seem to mend.<br />~~~~~~<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">SHAPESHIFTER LOVERS, come on by and check out the *new* look for </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" href="http://shapeshifterseductions.blogspot.com">SHAPESHIFTER SEDUCTIONS</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">, the home blog of authors: Serena Shay, Pat Cunningham, Rebecca L. Gillan, Solara and yours truly. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);">Mr. Wolf will be looking for you. </span><br />~~~~~~<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Happy Thinning of the Veil ~ </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Savanna</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://savannakougar.com">Savanna Kougar</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"> ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~ </span>Savanna Kougarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15698138048388102279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-18664960713199927512010-05-02T09:07:00.000-07:002010-05-02T09:08:32.296-07:00Sapphire Phelan's Guest Blog & Contest at Fang-Tastic Books May 1-3I am guest blogging at Fang-Tastic Books, talking about my new release. This will be the last stop on my virtual blog tour too. This is also the chance to not only win a download of Being Familiar With a Witch, but to be a character in the sequel to Being Familiar With a Witch. All you have to do to be entered is to leave a comment. It stafrted may 1st and continues the 2nd and ends on the 3rd by midnight EST. The winner will be drawn by the Blog Mistress of Fang-Tastic Books on May 4th (which also happens to be my son's birthday, too!)<br /><br />There are other ways to get more entries. The blog will tell you how.<br /><br /><a href="http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/guest-blog-and-giveaway-with-sapphire.html ">http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/guest-blog-and-giveaway-with-sapphire.html </a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-65846707562065966872010-04-16T08:11:00.000-07:002010-04-16T08:14:35.621-07:00Join Me at Coffee Time Romance's Blog Today-Contest Too<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZpQWj5uLRY/S8h-G8b1ZBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LR4xMlrjsF0/s1600/AintNothinLikeSuccubusLovin.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NZpQWj5uLRY/S8h-G8b1ZBI/AAAAAAAAA6A/LR4xMlrjsF0/s400/AintNothinLikeSuccubusLovin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460753205953913874" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>I'm blogging all day at Coffee Time Romance's blog, Coffee Thoughts today, Friday the 16th at <a href="http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/demons-romance-and-humor-with-sapphire-phelan/">http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/demons-romance-and-humor-with-sapphire-phelan/</a> . I will be doing a giveaway to one lucky commenter of my new erotic paranormal romance, Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin'. So come and party with me.<br /><br />Sapphire Phelan <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com">http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com</a><br /><a href="www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan">www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan</a><br /><a href="http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com">http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com</a><br /><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter ">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter </a><br /><a href="http://twitter.com/SapphirePhelan">http://twitter.com/SapphirePhelan</a><br /><br /><br />If on FaceBook, become my fan there at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sapphire-Phelan/324399690647<br /><br /><br />Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Now Available from Phaze Books: Ain't Nothin' Like Succubus Lovin': <br />Finding a date was never more hellish. When Jordan Hudson borrowed his friend's A Dummy's Guide to Demon Summoning and called up a succubus, he found that dating and making love to a minion of Hell proves to be more than a one night stand.</strong> <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter "></a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-74979763942596182422009-09-16T07:06:00.001-07:002009-09-16T07:06:44.422-07:00HOT HUNK WEDNESDAY on SAPPHIRE PHELAN'S BLOG<div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><strong>Two sexy guys for Hot Hunk Wednesday. Both are from a TV show I am addicted to. The show's last season started last week. Check them out.</strong></div> <div style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><a href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-hunk-wednesday_16.html"><strong>http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-hunk-wednesday_16.html</strong></a></div> <div> </div> <div> <div><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sapphire Phelan</span><br /></strong><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://fantasticdreams.50megs.com/"><strong>http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com</strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan"><strong>www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan</strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/"><strong>http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com</strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter"><strong>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter</strong></a><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Available now: from Phaze Books: the erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.</span></strong></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-6725782138978827412009-07-15T05:38:00.000-07:002009-07-15T05:39:47.578-07:00HOT HUNK WEDNESDAY on SAPPHIRE PHELAN'S BLOG<div><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Hot Hunk Wednesday on my blog has a sexy firefighter today:</span> </strong><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hunk-wednesday_15.html"><strong>http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hunk-wednesday_15.html</strong></a><br /><br /><br /></div> <div> <div><strong><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sapphire Phelan</span><br /></strong><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href=""><strong>http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com</strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href=""><strong>www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan</strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href=""><strong>http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com</strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href=""><strong>http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter</strong></a><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> </span><br /> </strong></div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> <div> <div><strong>Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.</strong></div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><strong>Available now: </strong><strong>from Phaze Books: the erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch:</strong></div> <div> <div><strong>Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers. <br />For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.</strong></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-54786937814389828212009-07-08T07:51:00.000-07:002009-07-08T07:52:28.175-07:00HOT HUNK WEDNESDAY on SAPPHIRE PHELAN'S BLOG<div><span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">It's Hot Hunk Wednesday on my blog. Today, this one is "baring" it all for you. Find him</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">at</span> </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hunk-wednesday.html"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-hunk-wednesday.html</span></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Times New Roman;" > </span></span></span></span></span></div> <div><span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span> </div> <div><span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"></span></span></span> </div> <div><span style="font-size: 130%; font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Sapphire Phelan</span><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://fantasticdreams.50megs.com/"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com</span></strong></a><br /><strong style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan">http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan</a><br /></span></strong><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com</span></strong></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter"><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter</span></strong></a><br /><br /><strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;">Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and<br />other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.<br /><br />Available now: from Phaze Books: the erotic urban fantasy, Being Familiar With a Witch:<br />Tina doesn't know she's a witch. It will take Charun, her demon Familiar, to convince her to make love with him and let loose her witch powers.<br />For if she doesn't, then with the demon army about to bring Armageddon to the Mortal Realm on Halloween, she won't stand a chance in Hell.</span></strong></span></span></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-83680271258791028942009-07-06T11:04:00.001-07:002009-07-06T11:05:31.271-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: The High Life by Terry Sanville<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8z_6dBpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/b-b61psheF4/s1600-h/HighLife_200x300_dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355409770924541586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8z_6dBpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/b-b61psheF4/s320/HighLife_200x300_dpi72.jpg" /></a> The High Life by Terry Sanville<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/highlife.html<br />Paranormal Science Fiction/Romance, 5,665 Words<br />$ US<br />Flame Rating: 1 Flame<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey<br />Edited by Foery K. MacDonell<br />Copyedited by Gerald L. “Moss” Bliss, D.D.<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-23-4<br />Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-32-6<br /><br />Low level violence<br />Adult themes<br /><br />Summary:<br />By 2098, the rise in sea level has flooded low-lying areas along the Southern California coast. The flooding has created a patchwork of marsh islands where the displaced “dung people” live – subsistence fishermen and farmers…the future’s untouchables.<br />The affluent live high above the marshland, in condominiums bolted to the underside of old freeway flyovers. Jacque lives in a posh end unit and is the CEO of an international trading company. She discovers Desmond, a handsome dark-skinned “dungee,” trying to steal crops grown on her balcony. She helps him escape from the murderous Security Forces. When they meet again on a moonlit night, their attraction leads to passionate lovemaking. But can love and lust overcome their differences? Create a lasting bond? Don’t assume anything about this story, because the ending may surprise you.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />Moving along the walkway that surrounded her unit, she froze. A metal hook with rope attached hung from the railing. The rope was taut. Jacque leaned outward. A man clung to the line ten meters below, almost hidden in the vines. With a yelp, she retreated.<br />“HELP, PLEASE. I won’t hurt—” followed her inside.<br />Slamming the door, she reached for the vidcom to call Security, but stopped. Stay calm…stay calm. You can take care of this…you’re in control here.<br />From the kitchen, she retrieved a serrated knife. A shiver ran through her body. You can do this…you’re top management now…. She pushed through the balcony door and moved to the rope. It was made of some kind of hand-braided material, probably from the marsh reeds that concealed the dung people’s villages. She sawed on the line with the knife. It began to tremble.<br />“PLEASE DON’T,” the dungee shouted. “The fall will kill me.”<br />She stopped sawing and yelled, “Then climb down and get the hell out of here.”<br />“I can’t. Look.”<br />The coffee-with-soy colored man pointed to the lagoon. A massive school of finned fish cut the water’s surface. She watched a particularly large example roll onto its side, showing jagged teeth. Maybe I should feed him to those critters and save Security the trouble.<br />“PLEASE, I’m begging you.” He used proper English, which surprised her. She’d expected the dungees to communicate in grunts and growls. But it was the fear and pleading in his voice that made it tough for her to treat him like the animal he was.<br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-75910019046572892422009-07-06T11:03:00.001-07:002009-07-06T11:04:31.613-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: Heart of a Warrior by Margaret West<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8k3chXEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5oyTrbE36e8/s1600-h/HeartofWarrior_200x300dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355409510953475138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8k3chXEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5oyTrbE36e8/s320/HeartofWarrior_200x300dpi72.jpg" /></a> Heart of a Warrior by Margaret West<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/heartofawarrier.html<br />Romance, 71,400 Words<br />$ US<br />Heat Rating: 2 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique<br />Edited by Pam Slade<br />Copyedited by Rose V. Stepney<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-31-9<br />Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-30-1<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />When Belinda arrives fresh from England, at her father’s store on the edge of a Navajo reservation, she is faced with not only the news her father is ill in hospital, but the store is being run by Jez Lansdowne, a man she hates and distrusts. Until she can find out why Jez is suddenly her father’s new partner, Belinda is forced to live in Chief Yuma’s storage hut, next to the store.<br />Yuma is annoyed the fiery English woman is living on his land, as the Res is soon closing to outsiders. They clash, but a deeper emotion grows into a love that makes Yuma question his culture and traditions.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />Belinda ran full pelt towards the sound of the waterfall. Just when she thought she was almost there, her feet left the ground and she screamed in angry frustration. Muscular arms encased her like tight bands of steel, and she clawed at them knowing in her heart that this man was way too strong for her to escape from.<br />“Let me go,” she screamed, scratching and kicking with every bit of strength she possessed. “Get off me.” It took a few moments for her to register the soft, masculine voice in her ear.<br />“Belinda, it’s all right. You’re safe now—with friends. No-one’s going to hurt you.”<br />Belinda continued to struggle. Friends! She didn’t have any of them in this godforsaken country. A small sob pushed through her swollen lips, as her strength began to wane.<br />“Belinda, stop. The fight is over. I promise you that while there is breath in my body, no one will hurt you like this again. You’re safe with me.”As the words penetrated her terror fuelled brain, Belinda slowly ceased her wild struggle. She didn’t know who held her, but for the first time since she was a child, she felt totally safe. Still locked inside the protective circle of the arms holding her, she slowly turned. A sob caught in her throat when she saw a single turquoise stone hanging on a silver chain. It was lying on a bare, golden chest, one she remembered very well.<br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-51114173567269836852009-07-06T11:02:00.002-07:002009-07-06T11:03:40.243-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: Queen of Kings: Macha Mong Raud by Cornelia Amiri<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8aLTuC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0fHkO7lPWN8/s1600-h/QueenofKings_200x300dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355409327306705842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8aLTuC7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0fHkO7lPWN8/s320/QueenofKings_200x300dpi72.jpg" /></a> Queen of Kings: Macha Mong Raud by Cornelia Amiri<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/queenofkingsmachamongraud.html<br />Celtic/Fantasy/Romance, 17,950 Words<br />$ US<br />Flame Rating: 3 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique<br />Edited by Rebecca Wood<br />Copyedited by Erin Cramer<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-21-0<br />Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-30-2<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Macha of the Red Braids exudes the essence of female power. Defying and fighting two kings, she takes her father’s place on the throne. With one goal in mind, she uses magic, battles, disguises, and skills of seduction to take the crown as sole ruler. She is the only woman listed as a High King of Ireland. She builds the famed kingdom of Emain Macha, marking off the borders with the pin of her treasured cloak brooch. Even still, a Champion from the wilds of Connaught throws the powerful battle queen off guard when he comes to claim her heart. Has Macha met her match in Nath of Connaught? Will he pass the three trials she has set before him?<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />It was night, her element. As there were the dark gods of the moon and the sea, so there were the bright ones of the sun. She was dark. Her gaze fell onto the distant plain where she had raced with Nath earlier in the day. Though clouded in darkness now, she thought of the lush green grass that blanketed the earth. The deep, dark soil was firm and solid: sure, constant, and dependable.<br />She turned and gasped. Nath had come upon her, silently. He stood there at her side.<br />“I did not mean to startle you, my queen.”<br />His nearness was overwhelming. She cleared her throat, pretending not to be affected. “Not at all.”<br />But she couldn’t tear her gaze from him. Fiery sun, bright and hot, big and bold. Everyone wants him to shine on them.<br />“The druid thought you would be out here.”<br />“The druid knows me well.”<br />When the rays of the sun touched the rich earth, they created the lush peaceful green pasture. She needed him, the sun for her earth. They completed each other. They belonged together: dark and light, earth and sun, Nath and Macha. The druid knew it, and druids were never wrong.<br />He looked up, and her gaze followed his. The pearl moon gleamed, smooth and perfect against the clear ebony sky, which twinkled with countless stars.<br />“Dark, sparkling, vast and enchanting,” Nath rasped.<br />“Yes, the night sky is lovely.”<br />“I did not mean the sky, my queen.”<br />A twinkle of moonlight caught her eye as she gazed at him. His eyes alone could set her ablaze. Fire danced in her. “I need to speak with you.”<br />“Yes, your majesty?” He leaned closer to her.“Nath, what is it you want of me?”<br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-31371229265568725632009-07-06T11:02:00.001-07:002009-07-06T11:02:55.724-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: A Touch of Scarlet<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8PJj4F8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/fqZF3BQdwd8/s1600-h/TouchofScarlet_200x300dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355409137859041218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI8PJj4F8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/fqZF3BQdwd8/s320/TouchofScarlet_200x300dpi72.jpg" /></a> A Touch of Scarlet by Jessica McHugh<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/atouchofscarlet.html<br />Fantasy/Horror, 25,963 Words<br />$ US<br />Heat Rating: 1 Flame<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique<br />Edited by Foery K. MacDonell<br />Copyedited by Adrienne Morris<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-20-3<br />Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-29-6<br /> <br />Medium level violence<br />Adult themes<br />Implied child molestation<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Scout never expected to wake up one day with a power that allowed her to jump into other worlds. She never expected God to tell her that she was special and destined for greatness. But most of all, she never expected to learn that her life as she knew it was fabricated to hide the dark secret of her true identity.<br />Provocative and enthralling, A Touch of Scarlet invites you into a world beyond good and evil where the truth is merely a matter of opinion.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />“I hold more emotion in this small body than any other being ever has. My mind is broken, not into two equal sides of good and evil but into many factions of grey. You think you know me. You think you can control me because I am yours. Well, I am not yours anymore. I belong to the aspirations of man. I am what they long to be. Before the end, you should know and accept that.”<br />“I cannot. I want you to be as you were born to be; I still see the good in you, Scout.”<br />“The good is there, for sure, but there is a stronger force within me; one that exceeds all others,” I replied.<br />“You’re trying to be proud, but I feel the struggle within you. The bits I created anew are trying to break free. I know you have regret because I can feel your sorrow. You know what you did was wrong.”<br />“The only sorrow I know comes from residue of realization that the good of my life was a lie,” I responded.<br />“It's not true. You're not damned, Scout. I can save you.”<br />“I’m beyond salvation, and even if I weren't, I would not accept your aid.”<br />“I am not the one who is trying to hurt you,” she said.“It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what your intentions were; there’s no way to go back. We both need to live with the fact that you put me together wrong, and that because of it, I am the most magnificent being in all creation.”<br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-22767975167083374662009-07-06T11:01:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:02:12.779-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: Guardians of Desire by Sahara Berns<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7_AIG-qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VnH-3xaYFCM/s1600-h/GardiansofDesire_200x300_dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408860448750242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7_AIG-qI/AAAAAAAAAbA/VnH-3xaYFCM/s320/GardiansofDesire_200x300_dpi72.jpg" /></a> Guardians of Desire by Sahara Berns<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/guardiansofdesire.html<br />Time Travel Romance/Science Fiction, 13,377 Words<br />$ US<br />Heat Rating: 3 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey<br />Edited by Diana Rubino<br />Copyedited by Valerie R. Coffey<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-19-7<br />Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-28-9<br /><br />Low level violence<br />Adult themes<br />Sex scene<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Kendra is the quintessential girl next door. She runs a small bookshop in the center of Cape Town, lives in the suburbs with her mother, and nothing spectacular ever happens to her until her dream man, a tall dark Bond-like Englishman strolls into her store. And when an unusual earthquake strikes the heart of Cape Town, Kendra has no idea the event will disrupt more than just the city - her life is about to be thrown into turmoil.<br /><br />Mark Holby, the Rift Council’s crisis manager, runs a small group of elite operatives, who must ensure that the world’s historical timeline remains stable. Ever since science stumbled onto the Rift, groups have been travelling back in time to change history for their gain.<br /><br />Mark must recruit Kendra in order to help the group travel back in time, but in joining the group, Kendra will have choose between the death of her father and life with the man of her dreams.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />Adrenaline thundered through Kendra’s veins. Her heart raced. The tiny hairs all over her body rose, like static electricity before a storm on a dry summer’s day. With her eyes screwed shut, she prayed it wouldn’t hurt. And that she would live. Almost as soon as she stepped into the portal, the electrical field dissipated. The loud jarring honk of a horn assaulted her ears. A horn? She opened her eyes. She spotted the green army Jeep hurtling towards her. Startled, she barely had time to leap out of the way, as a group of angry soldiers jeered, shaking their fists. Wide-eyed she watched them disappear down the hill in a cloud of red dust. As she peered down the road, Leo materialized in the spot she’d just been.<br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-58275623191714921782009-07-06T11:00:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:01:12.924-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: Sunset on Ramree by Robert Appleton<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7zj9thdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oFa7R8NJvtg/s1600-h/SunsetonRamree_200x300dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408663910385106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7zj9thdI/AAAAAAAAAa4/oFa7R8NJvtg/s320/SunsetonRamree_200x300dpi72.jpg" /></a> Sunset on Ramree by Robert Appleton<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/sunsetonramree.html<br />Historical/War, 14,939 Words<br />$ US<br />Heat Rating: Not Applicable<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique<br />Edited by Lauren Gilbert<br />Copyedited by Heather Williams<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN:978-1-926704-18-0<br />Print ISBN:978-1-926704-27-2<br /> <br />Summary:<br /><br />On February 19th, 1945, one thousand Japanese soldiers retreat into the fetid mangrove swamps of Ramree Island hoping to escape their British enemy. However it is soon apparent that the twelve kilometre stretch of marshland that promised to offer safe cover, has delivered them straight into the jaws of hell.<br /><br />Inspired by true events during WWII, Sunset on Ramree follows young musician-turned-soldier Shigeatsu Nakadai and his best friend, Kodi, as they head ever deeper into danger.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />I try to conjure a memory of before the war—something, anything to distract me—but draw a blank every time. I purse my lips to whistle a familiar tune, but nothing comes out. I shut my eyes tight and roll them inward until they ache and release a heavy pulse. The screams and shots and calls for surrender are still there. Kodi and Sobiku are still there. I imagine the reed of a clarinet between my lips and the long, sustained breath given to making sweetly aching music. But nothing comes out. No tune, no melody, no woodwind to soothe the mangroves. Just the damp, cold harmonics of the night. I’m lost without music, and there is no music on Ramree.<br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-59592730749269713402009-07-06T10:59:00.000-07:002009-07-06T11:00:26.262-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: Halloween Romance by Donaya Haymond<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7c1Mcw5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/oKRVSULaTJ4/s1600-h/HalloweenRomance_200x300_dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408273398612882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7c1Mcw5I/AAAAAAAAAaw/oKRVSULaTJ4/s320/HalloweenRomance_200x300_dpi72.jpg" /></a> Halloween Romance by Donaya Haymond<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/halloweenromance.html<br />Paranormal Romance, 38,700 Words<br />Heat Rating: 1.5 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey<br />Edited by Sally Odgers<br />Copyedited by Cate Masters<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-17-3Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-26-5<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Selene believes Ferdinand would abandon her if he knew she was a werewolf, something that isn't supposed to exist. Ferdinand hides his vampirism from her for the same reasons, and must also hide from a world that thinks he's evil. He's just a melancholy English major who had a serious misadventure last summer. She's just a college student with a bizarre family history. A comedy of secrets and a romance of accepting what makes us different.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />“I have a condition that makes me, um, sensitive to strong light. My name is Ferdinand, by the way.”<br />“Ferdinand?” She had visions of German counts and friendly bulls.<br />He shrugged. “My roommates call me Ferdin and my mother says Ferdy, when she's in a good mood.”<br />Selene couldn't repress a giggle. “Ferdy doesn't suit you at all, especially in that vampire get-up. What color are your eyes, really?”<br />He stared off into space for a moment, then said, “Blue...Your costume. What creature are you supposed to be?”<br />Selene grinned. “Nobody gets it on first try. I forgot all about the party until this morning, and didn't have time to put a costume together, so I just came as a werewolf on the other twenty-nine nights of the month.”<br />“Clever!” he said, amused. “I've never seen such a good-looking werewolf in all my life.”<br />“Are you flirting with me?” “Aren't vampires supposed to be oversexed?”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-34668969183653768682009-07-06T10:56:00.000-07:002009-07-06T10:58:57.747-07:00Eternal Press New July Release: Her Last by Valerie J. Patterson<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7OERdR0I/AAAAAAAAAao/u0D6_PtgL-Y/s1600-h/HerLast_200x300_dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355408019748112194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SlI7OERdR0I/AAAAAAAAAao/u0D6_PtgL-Y/s320/HerLast_200x300_dpi72.jpg" /></a> Her Last by Valerie J. Patterson<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/herlast.html<br />Mystery, 6,232 words<br />Heat Rating: Sweet<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey<br />Edited by Stephanie Parent<br />Copyedited by Betty Ann Harris<br /> Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook ISBN: 978-1-926704-16-6Print ISBN: 978-1-926704-25-8<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Carla Jamison was enjoying a warm summer day at the park near her suburban home—a habit of hers many people knew about—when she took her last breath. Olivia Corfont, forensics expert and coroner, now has a tough case on her autopsy table. Very little evidence and too many questions provide her with a conundrum that leads her straight to Inspector Chet Gavin, who relies heavily on Olivia's powers of observation to notice things he might miss. Chasing down dead-end leads leaves the pair questioning whether the homicide of this popular schoolteacher is the work of a serial killer they thought was behind bars. Or is the murderer someone else so precise he or she leaves behind no forensic evidence? Will the killer strike again? Can Olivia and Inspector Gavin solve the case before there's another victim? Follow the trail and see if you can solve the case.<br /> <br />Excerpt:<br /><br />“Carla Jamison. Thirty-five. Schoolteacher. Married. Husband’s out of town.”<br />Inspector Chet Gavin looked up from the female body slumped over the picnic table. His eyes met those of Detective Peter Jannings. “Has he been notified?”<br />“We’re working on it.”<br />“Who found her?”<br />“Ten-year-old boy. He was meeting some friends here at the park when he thought she looked funny. He says he tried to wake her. That’s when he realized she was dead.”<br />“Tough thing for a kid.”<br />“She was his teacher.”<br />"Any reason to suspect he had anything to do with her death?"<br />Jannings shook his head. "The kid's not doing too well. We separated him and his two buddies. Questioned them and though their answers match, there're enough differences to know they weren't rehearsing a story to give the cops. I think he just had the unfortunate luck to come upon her after she died."<br />Gavin shook his head, then turned and studied the child where he sat talking with a female officer. “Someone needs to get his parents down here.”<br />“Already on that. They’re on their way.”<br />“What else have you got?”<br />Jannings shrugged, then flipped through his notepad. “Not much, Inspector. This time of day, the park’s pretty deserted. Most people are at the county fair this week.”<br />“No witnesses?”<br />“No. A man walking his dog said he was here at roughly eleven o’clock. She was sitting here eating a sandwich.”“Her last.”<br /><div><br /><div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-57129929473172893022009-07-01T11:44:00.001-07:002009-07-01T11:44:25.064-07:00Sapphire Phelan's Blog Now Has Hot Hunk Wedneadays<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">From now on, every Wednesday on my blog is Hot Hunk Wednesdays. I work my darnest to find you hot hunk. Today's I am proud to say is smoking hot. Come visit him at</span></span> <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-stud-wednesdays.html"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/hot-stud-wednesdays.html</span></a><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">Do leave a caption of what you like him to say or what you want to say to him in the comments.<br /><br /></span></span><div><strong>Sapphire Phelan<br /></strong><a href="http://fantasticdreams.50megs.com/"><strong>http://FantasticDreams.50megs.com</strong></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan"><strong>www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan</strong></a><br /><br /><a href="http://sapphirephelanspassioncorner.blogspot.com/"><strong>http://SapphirePhelansPassionCorner.blogspot.com</strong></a><br /><br /><a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter"><strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);">http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter</span></strong></a><strong><br /><br /><br /></strong></div> <div> <div> <div><strong>Go beyond the usual, instead take the unusual that stretches the boundaries and find romance with Sapphire Phelan's aliens, werewolves, vampires, fairies, and other supernatural/otherworldly heroes and heroines.</strong></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-43563180969058261632009-06-15T20:30:00.001-07:002009-06-15T20:31:28.028-07:00June Release: Goldie and the Three Bares<div>Goldie and the Three Bares by Kat Duarte<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/goldieandthethreebares.htmlParanormal<br />Erotica, 14, 467 Words <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcR-CMuShI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PnzMooVbL8Q/s1600-h/Goldie%2520%26%2520the%2520Three%2520Bares_200x300_72dpi.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347762839965551122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcR-CMuShI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PnzMooVbL8Q/s320/Goldie%2520%26%2520the%2520Three%2520Bares_200x300_72dpi.jpg" /></a><br />$3.95 US<br />Flame Rating: 4 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey<br />Edited by Deborah Nemeth<br />Copyedited by Erin Cramer<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook: 978-1-926704-14-2Print: 978-1-926704-15-9<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />On Midsummer’s Eve, archeologist Goldie Locke finds more than she bargained for at her dig site. She’s devoted years to discovering the equivalent of a Scottish Rosetta stone to unlock the mystery of the Pictish language. After unearthing a promising carving, she falls asleep in a fairy circle and wakes up completely naked next to a sexy, equally naked Archfay named Tyrnan. She can see he’s well equipped to grant her every wish, but rather than spending a hot night with Tyrnan, all-work-and-no-play Goldie opts for learning more about the stone carving.<br /><br />Granting her request, Tyrnan transports her to the fifth century, but he has ulterior plans. Goldie meets a warrior king and a passionate storyteller, and these encounters will prove to her that fairy tales do come true—though not always in the expected way.<br /><br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />“Let me get this right. You’re saying I’m in a fairy tale and you’re one of those little floaty things with wings, like Tinkerbell?” She knew full well what he meant by archfay. You couldn’t avoid a few lessons on the folklore of the Celts when you studied their languages. However, the use of stories about the daomine sidhe, the Tuatha De Danann, as a stepping-stone to decipher ancient texts was a far cry from believing in their existence. She’d meant to get a rise out of him and had, but not in the way she’d intended.<br />Tyrnan’s cock stiffened, and as it rose, so did he. He got to his feet and drew up to his full height. All six-foot-plus of him rippled with hard, lean muscle. Whether from the sunlight here in his enchanted field or some inner glow, he looked almost luminescent. Tall, radiant, powerful and certainly not tiny—in any way.<br />He stretched out his arms and a richly adorned green velvet robe appeared around him from nowhere. A headdress of gold shimmered into existence, his dark curls interwoven with the Celtic knots of its bright metal bands.<br />With him clothed, even in part, Goldie felt more naked than before. She drew back and wrapped her arms around her bent knees to cover herself. Cowering like a child. But she couldn’t help it. He was downright imposing. Okay. So maybe he is what he claims to be.<br />“If you are not overhappy to be here with me, I can send you back,” he told her, looking not entirely pleased himself.<br />A thought struck her. She didn’t really know that much about faery folks’ powers, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask. “Can you send me anywhere?”<br />“Any where, any when you desire.”</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-58413913357478391972009-06-15T20:28:00.000-07:002009-06-15T20:30:15.830-07:00June Release: Miami Moon: Vampire’s Lair<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcRvoL12CI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0W32_3bUSqk/s1600-h/MiamiMoon_200x00dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347762592464361506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcRvoL12CI/AAAAAAAAAYE/0W32_3bUSqk/s320/MiamiMoon_200x00dpi72.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Miami Moon: Vampire’s Lair by A.J. Ryan<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/miamimoon.html<br />Gay, M/M Erotic Horror, 12,600 Words<br />$3.95 US<br />Flame Rating: 5 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique<br />Edited by Stephanie Parent<br />Copyedited by Erin Cramer<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook: 978-1-926704-06-7Print: 978-1-926704-14-2<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Some of us are gatherers. Some are hunters. Some are healers. Jason Cain ran away to Miami not only to escape his past, but to escape his future as well. He left behind a pretty girlfriend, a college education, and a promising career in the shadow of his father, a prominent Chicago surgeon. He also left behind a haunting tragedy, something that stopped him from becoming the man he was destined to be. But all that is about to change.<br /><br />Under the Miami Moon, Jason Cain is about to be chosen to fulfill his destiny - to become a healer. Drawn into a forbidden world, plucked from the streets of Miami and taken to a mansion filled with danger and debauchery in the middle of a Florida bayou, Jason is about to experience male love, lust and longing like he has never known before. Here, the Vampire Xavier - the muscular, dominant master of his own lair - will give Jason the redemption and healing that he so desperately craves. The price - his mortality.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />The scene outside the mansion was a tame image of sexual openness and polite, pleasure-seeking indulgence compared to the opulence, the extravagance, the profligacy, the dizzy hedonism of the world Jason Cain encountered when he walked into the mansion:<br />Candles bleeding molten wax from silver candlesticks and elaborate candelabras…<br />A quartet of violinists playing Beethoven while the pianist sat back, enjoying the pleasure of a slim cigar, all five of them wearing nothing but bowties…<br />Two men in tuxedoes draped over a naked young man on an eighteenth-century rococo chaise lounge, one man gnawing on the naked subject's ear, the other gnawing on his anus, rimming him with his tongue and felching the glistening hole…<br />Eight white doves, perched on the arms of a giant crystal chandelier, cooing and casually watching the decadence unfolding below…<br />A gorgeous naked man with a studded collar around his neck and another around his erect cock, walking a seven-foot-long alligator on a lead as though it were his pet poodle. The reptile also wore a studded collar and snapped non-threateningly at the other guests as it crawled across the red Persian carpet, leaving a slimy, claw-marked trail behind it. Nobody seemed to mind nor care.<br />"What is this place? Who are you people? Why am I here?"<br />"This is Xavier's Liar."</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-2864158752014663422009-06-15T20:26:00.000-07:002009-06-15T20:27:50.355-07:00June Release: Stella<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcRKuV1zbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RuG5Ry36X5s/s1600-h/Stella_200x300dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347761958461754802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcRKuV1zbI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RuG5Ry36X5s/s320/Stella_200x300dpi72.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Stella by Colin Galbraith<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/stella.html<br />Paranormal/Suspense Novella, 24,000 Words<br />$4.50 US<br />Flame Rating: 1 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Dawné Dominique<br />Edited by Pam Slade<br />Copyedited by Betty Anne Harris<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook:978-1-926704-05-0Print: 978-1-926704-13-5<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />Randolph Lowe is a distinguished British Secret Agent in the twilight of his career. When he is handed a mission to kill one of the world’s least accessible, yet most wanted assassins, he never expected a beautiful young woman with the alias, Stella.<br /><br />Stella leads him around the world as she picks off her marks with ease, during which time Randolph grows infatuated and falls in love.<br />But Stella has her own dark secret. Forced into making a terrible sacrifice, she is forced to live her life as a lone killer.<br /><br />The love of one man may be enough to free her, and only that man can save her now...but only if he can find her.<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />“Baccara?” said Randolph. “Can I see the spec please, sir?”<br />Burke handed over a light brown loose-leaf folder with the operation title printed on the centre of the cover, beneath blood-red words: ‘No Eyes’.<br />He paused. “Should I be seeing this?”<br />Burke spoke with fierce authority. “This is about as sensitive a mission as you can get, Lowe. Speed read it before you leave this room, then give it back to me to be destroyed.”<br />Randolph opened the folder with a shiver of caution. He had only ever heard of a case file being labeled 'No Eyes' on one other occasion - and that was when the plot to assassinate Hitler was first put onto the table.<br />On the first sheet of paper was the profile of a young woman. She had no confirmed name but had been given the alias, Stella. The paper gave her estimated height and weight: medium and medium; her features: defined and blonde; her general appearance: tidy and classy. All these observations were noted down in neat, anonymous handwriting. The file also included details of her last known whereabouts, some of her regular hangouts, and a picture of her sitting in a coffee shop somewhere in Eastern Europe. Her hair was blonde and wavy, and she was dressed in jeans and casual blouse with fashionable shades covering her eyes. She looked more like an A-class Hollywood actress than an MI5 target.<br />Randolph turned the page and read the section on her most recent movements and known acquaintances. She was wanted for questioning by several governments around the world, mostly on suspicion of being involved with assassination or plots to assassinate. There was no paper trail behind her, and no electronic, banking, or credit transactions traceable. She had been known to spend time with various government ministers and important businessmen from countries across three continents, but nobody could identify her formally. Needless to say, there were no witnesses to any of her crimes, her whole existence seemingly based on hearsay.<br />“She's an assassin?” Randolph asked, surprised that someone with such striking beauty stood accused of being a cold-blooded killer.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-466935080059497115.post-58031913503452295642009-06-15T19:39:00.000-07:002009-06-15T20:26:43.445-07:00June Release: One Soul For Sale<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcQ6YbdkPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/b15QIi8BIdk/s1600-h/OneSoulforSale_200x300dpi72.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347761677701845234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ID9BlfmPLU0/SjcQ6YbdkPI/AAAAAAAAAX0/b15QIi8BIdk/s320/OneSoulforSale_200x300dpi72.jpg" /></a><br /><div>One Soul For Sale by Cate Masters<br />http://www.eternalpress.ca/onesoulforsale.html<br />Paranormal, 20,170 Words<br />$4.50 US<br />Flame Rating: 1 Flames<br />Cover Art © 2009 by Amanda Kelsey<br />Edited by Diana Rubino<br />Copyedited by Valerie J. Coffey<br />Layout and Book Production by Ally Robertson<br />eBook: 978-1-926704-04-3Print: 978-1-926704-12-8<br /><br />Low level violence<br />Adult themes (some adult language)<br />Mild horror<br /><br />Summary:<br /><br />When Madelyn sells her soul on UBuy, she’s not ready for the hell that’s unleashed. All she really wants is to make a success of her art. But the gorgeous stranger who buys her soul for $666 asks her to perform a few tasks. Tests of her true worth, Madelyn thinks, as each brings her – and her cat Brutus – into greater danger. And closer to the frightening shadowy figure stalking her. On All Hallows Eve, her final test will open the gates of hell. Or is it heaven?<br /><br />Excerpt:<br /><br />At the coffee shop, Madelyn waits at a table by the window and scans the Evening Gazette. The news is always the same. Until she reaches page six, where a blurb describes a disturbance the night before in her neighborhood. Telephone reception was lost. Television signals were scrambled. Residents reported strange noises, though no one saw anything out of the ordinary.<br />No one but Madelyn.<br />The guy in all black comes through the door. Her breath is caught in her chest. As he holds her gaze, his dark eyes sparkle like black diamonds. Her heart pounds as he walks to her table and sits down across from her.<br />“It’s you.” But she’d known it would be.<br />His expression is warm and inviting as he looks her over. “I wanted to be sure that, with such a low starting bid, your soul isn’t tarnished.” He speaks to her as if she’s an old friend.<br />“I feel like it is.” She proceeds to spill her guts to him. Even as she thinks she should be embarrassed to be doing so, it makes her feel lighter, like unburdening herself opens up space inside her, previously made heavy with bad thoughts, unfulfilled hopes, despair and gloom. Now it’s kind of airy, little particles sparking in the light as they float by.<br />His gaze penetrates her to the core. “So you think fifty dollars is all it’s worth? Your soul – the essence of your being?”<br />She couldn’t feel more exposed if an x-ray of her insides were hanging in the window beside them. “It started out as a joke. I thought people would read it and laugh. I wasn’t expecting anyone to place a bid. I wasn’t expecting…” she gulps, “…you.” Her intellect recognizes the idiocy of her situation. And stupidity. What a mess she’s made.<br />He leans in, his voice low, his smile like a crocodile about to snap her up. His breath is like a heat wave across her face and neck. “Didn’t your mother warn you not to wish your life away?” It seems less a question than a reminder.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0