Monthly Archives: September 2016
COVER REVEAL ~ Black & White Flowers by Rachel Robinson
Black & White Flowers is the first standalone in
The Real Seal Series releasing November 1st!
**Amazon will go live on release day**
Add Black and White Flowers to your TBR list on Goodreads!
Carina Painter lives a life she created in between the pages of her bestselling novel. At least, that’s what she outwardly portrays. A heart-rending childhood followed by an abusive engagement leaves her broken in all ways possible. A chance encounter provides the fork in the road she so desperately desires.
Navy SEAL Smith Eppington is fighting the war of his lifetime. One that isn’t fought with weapons and highly sought intelligence. It’s a battle to remember his past. The accident that scarred seventy five percent of his body, and stole the life of his best friend also seized parts and pieces of his memory. When an author asks to interview him for a fiction novel, he’s ready to pour his heart out no matter the cost.
The friendship that blossoms between Smith and Carina is something extraordinary. It’s a living, breathing love story about finding yourself, change that is out of your control, grasping what you can, and letting go of everything else.
In a twist of kismet, remembering could destroy everything, but fiction may be what saves the day. A friendship built on new truths and a relationship torn apart by old lies collide in a poignant novel by International Bestselling Author, Rachel Robinson.
About the Author
Rachel grew up in a small, quiet town full of loud talkers. Her words were always only loud on paper. She has been writing stories and creating characters for as long as she can remember. After living on the west coast for many years she recently moved to Virginia Beach, VA.
Stalk Rachel here: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Amazon | Goodreads
Posted in Authors & Books, Blurb, Coming Soon, Cover Reveal, Pre-order links
Tags: @rachelgrobinson, @RSofRomance
GUEST SPOTLIGHT – Don’t Let Me Forget You by Cara Crescent
Don’t Let Me ForgetYou
by Cara Crescent
~ Amazon Buy Link ~
Olivia Pembrook knows something isn’t right. She’s not remembering things she should. Pembrook Manor’s caretaker advises her to stay away from the new guest, but Hunter is attentive and sweet. She feels safe being near such a big, quiet man. He listens, and Lord knows, she can’t remember the last time anyone paid her any attention. So when he invites her to join him for dinner, she can’t say no. Everything is wonderful. Perfect. Until the clock strikes five. The doors lock. And her memories return.
Luke Hunter, a wounded ex-SWAT officer, experiencing a recurrence of his childhood Sensory Perception Disorder, goes to a private island for seclusion and rest. Instead, he finds a lover. A lover who relives her death nightly and forgets everything by sunrise. He’s determined to stop the cycle but is unsure if he can survive his own ghosts – or the ones wandering the halls – long enough to secure their happily-ever-after.
And even if he does… will she remember him tomorrow?
Interview with Cara:
We’re delighted to have Cara Crescent, the author of Don’t Let Me Forget You with us today. Cara kindly agreed to answer a few questions for us….. 🙂
Cara, can you tell us a little about yourself?
Let’s see, I have four teenagers and three cat-snakes (a.k.a. ferrets). I usually take my computer with me to the beach of a nearby lake to write—teenagers are loud creatures. I work for a local non-profit organization that provides safe-parking for homeless families while they wait for affordable housing. I love to read romance, horror, and science fiction and have a TBR pile to rival Everest. I’m a huge fan of Michael Stokes, Neil deGrasse Tyson, & Stephen Colbert—not in any particular order. And I’m very grateful to you for having me on Book Loving Pixies!
* When and why did you begin writing?
I’ve been writing stories since I was a kid, but it took me a long time to find my voice, my motivation, and to find that space in my mind where I can see the stories unfolding. I’d say I started seriously writing about nine years ago. I had found myself at a cross-roads and I needed to make some decisions about what happiness looked like for me. Part of that process involved writing and I realized when I got lost writing a story or creating a world I was happy. I joined Romance Writers of America, started taking classes and never looked back.
* What books/authors, if any, have influenced your writing?
Oh, wow. That’s a tough question. I think everything I’ve read has influenced me in one way or another—I mean, we are a sum of all our experiences, right? Don’t Let Me Forget You specifically was influenced by H. P. Lovecraft’s stories—it has a dark aspect to it, an idea that we’re little specks in the vastness of an unpatrolled universe—which is a very Lovecraftian idea.
* We love reading and generally what we read covers a wide range but, at heart, we are Paranormal Romance junkies. We’re wondering what would be your favourite genre to read?
Anything Romance! I read a lot of historicals, sci-fi, contemporary, erotica, paranormal. I do have a particular love of science fiction romance and wish we had more authors writing it.
* What book are you currently reading?
Right now I’m reading Tsunami Blue by Gayle Ann Williams, which is amazing so far and, even better, the first book of a new-to-me paranormal series. I’m also impatiently waiting for When All the Girls Have Gone by Jane Ann Krentz.
* Finally, can you share a little of your current work with us?
Don’t Let Me Forget You is a cross-genre love story. It is a sci-fi/paranormal romance with horror elements that is more intense than scary. Luke Hunter, who has Sensory Processing Disorder, goes to a private island to escape the media after being fired from Seattle S.W.A.T. and meets Olivia who doesn’t have any idea who he is and whose touch doesn’t bother him. He thinks he’s in heaven until the clock strikes five and Pembrook Manor turns less than pleasant. He discovers the ‘Less Gang—a menagerie of deceased guests, finds out Pembrook’s caretaker is not what he seems, and witnesses Olivia getting snatched up and pulled right through the ceiling. When she shows up the next morning as if nothing happened, he’s sure he’s hallucinating—damn that medication—but he soon realizes that his gorgeous-to-good-to-be-true- host doesn’t remember anything from the day before. He refuses to abandon his one shot at love, but he’s not sure if he can survive the nights long enough to puzzle out what’s gone wrong at Pembrook Manor. If you’re up for a spooky-fun read with an out of this world H-E-A, this one might be for you!
Luke Hunter was a bit of a mystery. His scowls and quietness gave the impression of indifference, but he offered her his arm as they walked. She was pretty sure he was flirting with her, and now he worried over making sure she ate.
Olivia could get lost in his green eyes. Never had she seen the like, they were the color of fresh sprouted grass. In contrast to his black hair, they appeared to glow from within. He was shy, but he also seemed kind. An odd combination of traits for a man so brutishly large and intimidating. She’d been scared of him at first glance, but the look of wonder on his face when she’d shaken his hand had gone straight to her heart. Most men never bothered to give her a second glance. Most would’ve laid into Watts by now. Not Luke Hunter. Instead, he’d accepted her excuse for Watts’ poor behavior.
He shifted in his seat. “I’ll, uh, grab that plate for you.”
“No.” She bolted up. He must think she was simple, the way she’d sat there staring. “You’re the guest.” She retrieved a plate from the sideboard and when she returned, he lifted the lid to the entrée dish.
He served her a couple of heaping spoonfuls of a hearty stew, before serving himself and setting into his food.
Lord, he was handsome. His dark hair was longish and a bit disheveled and he needed to shave. She eyed his dark stubble. How would the coarse hair feel on her skin? Her mouth? She bit her lip, letting her gaze travel back over his strong features to his magnificent eyes.
He caught her watching him and leaned close. “So, you want to tell me what you were really doing in my room? I promise I won’t tell Watts.”
She mimicked his posture, leaning over the arm of her chair. “Fixing it.” It was a little unnerving the way he studied her lips when she spoke.
His dark eyebrows shot up on his forehead. “With a knife?”
“I like you, Luke.” She smiled, hoping to soften her next words. “You should have left with Watts.”
“You like me, so you want to get rid of me?”
What could she say? That she’d found a strange book upstairs in her father’s lab that had scared her so much she’d had the uncontrollable urge to carve a protection spell under his bed? He’d think she was as crazy as Watt’s did if she told him that.
Hunter sat back in his chair, his lips canting up on one side. “Tell me, who broke things off, you or Watts Junior?”
Caught off guard, she blinked. Oh, Lord. He already thought she was crazy. She let out a long sigh, determined to beat him at his own game. “Well, I tried to make the relationship work, but once he realized I’m a pod person from planet Xeon-Yetispit, I couldn’t get him to stop screaming long enough to talk things out.”
His smile didn’t expand an inch, but his eyes sparkled with mirth. “Guess I’ll have to take my chances with you. Watts took the boat.”
Relief washed through her, catching her by surprise. She hadn’t wanted him to go. After seeing that book and the strange monsters drawn inside, she didn’t want to be alone. Besides, he was starting to act like he wanted to talk to her and it had been so long since she had someone to chat with. Hadn’t it? Sitting close to someone felt odd. Having a person be concerned whether she ate or not seemed strange.
While they ate she was struck by the fact that most people dined together. Like this. It was . . . pleasant. At the same time, something about the simple dinner made her nerves tingle under her skin. Some primal fear began to grow inside her, the reason for those jitters lying out of reach.
He didn’t belong here. Neither did she.
“Are you going to tell me why you’re so anxious for me to go?” He picked up his wine glass.
“It’s not nice here at night.”
“How so?” He took a sip of wine.
She frowned. Should he be drinking wine after taking morphine? “It’s isolated.” She cringed. Lord, that was almost as lame an excuse as the mice. She needed to quit mentally drooling over him and use her brain to come up with better stories. Or better yet, how nice it would be to remember.
“Good. I don’t like people.” No humor softened his statement.
Huh. He didn’t seem to mind her. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a, was, an Army Ranger. I worked SWAT for a little while after that. I guess now I’m drifting.”
“You have family nearby?”
He looked away. “Not really.”
That was a non-answer if she’d ever heard one, but she could relate. Her father lived here in the house, but she didn’t see him often. He was too preoccupied with attempting to prove his current thesis, leaving her as alone as Hunter appeared to be. “Me, either.”
Hunter’s gaze shot back to her lips and his brow furrowed.
Now she understood the reason for his unsettling quirk of staring at her lips. He couldn’t hear. “I said, me either.”
His lips parted and a blush covered his cheeks. Slowly, he set his fork down. He folded his napkin and set it on the table.
He was leaving.
Olivia set her hand on his to get his attention and received the same tingling spark of awareness she had earlier. As soon as he looked at her, she blurted, “I like you.”
If anything the stain on his cheeks grew darker. She’d never seen such a big man blush and it seemed at odds with his brusque personality.
“No one ever talks to me. Stay.”
The corner of his lips kicked up. “First you try to chase me away, and now, right when I’m about to give in, you want me to stay?”
She bit her lip in indecision. He was right. She should make him leave. Something was wrong with this place. With her. She couldn’t remember yesterday or the day before. And when she found that creepy book today, frightening images had popped into her mind, almost like memories, but too fantastic and terrible to be real.
Maybe it meant nothing.
Maybe it was like Watts told her and her fugues were due to her grief over her mother and brother’s deaths. If he was right, enjoying the next few days chatting and flirting with a handsome man might help her relax and remember. She grinned. “I’d like for you to stay.”
In response, he shook out his napkin and laid it in his lap.
She kept her hand on his for her next question, in case she needed to grab him again. “How did you learn to read lips so well?”
“I’m not deaf.”
She took a bite of stew, waiting to see if he’d explain.
“Sometimes, things sound different to me. It comes and goes. I never know when it will happen, just that it does.”
“What do you hear right now? Start with the loudest sounds and end with the ones you have to concentrate to make out.”
“Your voice.” She paused, listening. “Your fork scraping the plate. The grandfather clock. The heater.” She closed her eyes, trying to find other sounds in the room. With a shake of her head, she shrugged. “That’s it. It’s pretty quiet. Now you.”
He tipped his head toward to the swinging door on the other side of the room. “There’s a refrigerator in there and a TV. The television is off, but the buzz of electricity is still winding through it.”
Watts did have a TV in the kitchen. She strained to hear, but couldn’t make out what Hunter described.
“The ticking of the clocks, and their inner workings. That one”—he nodded toward the grandfather clock—“has a rusty gear. It makes a high-pitched squeak every time the seconds’ hand passes the six. The light bulbs hum. All of them.” His attention returned to her. “You took off your shoes and are rubbing your toes on the carpet.”
She stopped the movement. “I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Some sounds are . . . comforting in an odd sort of way.”
“What else?” He fascinated her.
“Every time you shift in your seat, I hear your clothes. My clothes. Our forks and knives. Chewing. Swallowing. And, to a lesser degree, your voice.”
She waited until his gaze returned to her mouth. “But everything else is louder?”
“It comes and goes. Electronics are the worst. Something about the pitch, maybe.”
“How were you able to serve in the military?”
He studied her face for so long she didn’t think he’d answer. “For a long time I didn’t have any symptoms, but about three months ago, they came back.”
He picked up his wine and the glass shattered in his hand.
They both froze, Olivia with her fork halfway to her mouth. She stared at the shards of glass, the clear liquid soaking into the table cloth. Blood dripped from his hand.
“Sorry.” He blotted at the mess with his napkin. “That happens to me sometimes.”
Blood. That was why he had to leave, because there would be blood.
A chill swept down her spine. She dropped her fork with a clatter. “You have to go.”
She stood and started pulling his chair away from the table. Lord, the man weighed a ton of bricks. Why had she bothered with the stupid protection spell? She wasn’t a witch. She needed to get him the hell out.
Hunter stood and she almost fell on her backside when the chair moved.
Because there would be blood.
“Olivia, I didn’t mean—”
“You have to go.” She thrust his cane into his hand. “Now. Get out.”
The grandfather clock began to chime the five o’clock hour. She turned her head toward the sound so abruptly the muscles in her neck pinched.
There was meaning in that sound. She couldn’t quite grasp the significance, but the deep gong of the clock made her breath stop. Made her tummy go queer. Oh, yes, there was meaning in that sound.
It was happening.
“Olivia?” Hunter’s expression stated he thought she’d lost her mind.
The front door locked.
With the force of a tidal wave, her memories returned, bowing her under their horrible weight.
“Oh, my God.” With one trembling hand she reached out, her fingers clutching tight in Hunter’s shirt front.
Oh, God. Oh, dear God. She was too late.
Griffin Jude Payne is the last U.S. Marine. He’s determined to take down the U.N. and send their twisted dream of a global utopia back to hell where it belongs. After assassinating the Prime Minister, he is captured and exiled off-planet.
His enemy’s widow boards the same ship, presenting Griffin with a unique opportunity–Prudence is his ticket back to Earth. With her as his hostage, he intends to gather the exiled residents of Asteria, commandeer a ship, and head back to reclaim Earth for all people.
Prudence has no intention of returning to Earth now that she’s escaped. She wants Griffin to join her in making a new life together on Asteria.
As they struggle to survive on the hostile planet, he’s blindsided by her tenacious bravery and sweet sensuality until he’s no longer sure if she’s his hostage, or if he’s hers.
When the Original comes, she’ll come to thee as three:
The Beacon burning bright. The Shadow hidden from sight. The blighted, damned Knight.
James Pasquino has failed as a man, as a priest, and as a daemon, but he has one last shot at redemption – succeed on a mission to prevent Armageddon. But who would’ve known protecting one woman would prove so difficult? Or so tempting.
Haunted by a mysterious and powerful evil entity, Lilith Caldwell has always had to live on the fringes of life. So when she comes home for the first time in twenty years and the entity disappears, she’s ecstatic –not even the provoking daemon residing in her childhood house can dampen her enthusiasm.
James is one sexy predicament, and she has every intention of pursuing him, daemon or not. For the first time in her life, she thinks things are falling into place…until she realizes the entity she’d thought had gone was only lying in wait, biding its time until she was at her most vulnerable.
When she needs them most, the coven she left long ago offers her one final chance to return as their high priestess and gain the power to defeat her enemies. The cost? The life of her daemon.
Can James protect Lilith and find redemption in the heart and soul of one single witch? Will Lilith take her chances and leave the coven to face the enemy without her full power, or will she choose to end the life of the arrogant, sexy daemon, who stole her heart?
Cara Crescent currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with her children and three overly dramatic ferrets. When not writing, you can usually find her curled up with a book, engrossed in a movie, or playing video games with her best friend.
Posted in Authors & Books
RELEASE BLITZ ~ Wolf on Board by Heather Long
WOLF ON BOARD
by Heather Long
Follow the tour on September 26th – 30th, 2016!
Five grand prize winners will receive a WOLF ON BOARD Charm!
Follow the tour!
Just Books & Rainne’s Ramblings
Title: WOLF ON BOARD:
Series: Wolves of Willow Bend
Author: Heather Long
Meet Jake Danes of Hudson River, Lone Wolf, avid gamer, extreme sports enthusiast, and surfer. He’s spent the last two years roaming free, exploring the world and escaping the dark place his pack had become after betrayal and murder tore them apart. Sure life has changed at home, but Jake’s having way too much fun to return. Riding the waves in Monterrey, and living out of a van…it’s the prefect life, one he never wants to give up no matter how many calls he’s fielding from his big brother…then he catches her scent.
Mimi Chase wanted one perfect year. One year away from pack politics and her mother’s matchmaking efforts. Ever since her big brother settled into mating with a healer, Mimi’s mom seems to have gone into overtime in throwing her at every eligible male in the pack. Choosing to roam seemed the best option, and California an ideal location to get away from everything pack related. Her plans for art classes, yoga on the beach, maybe a cooking lesson or two while living a hippy dippy lifestyle are all she cares about…until another worlf butts into her every activity – doesn’t he know the rules?
Lone Wolves aren’t supposed to form relationships, so why doesn’t he catch a hint? Worse, why isn’t she working harder to make sure he does?
Find out more at: Amazon | B&N | iBook | All Romance | Kobo
Read an Excerpt from WOLF ON BOARD
Mimi grabbed a blanket and her yoga mat from the back of her Mini Cooper. She loved the tiny little vehicle. No matter how often her brother scoffed at the minute size of the car, she didn’t care. It was perfect for her. Compact, like she was, and capable of great speeds—just like her. Locking it up, she glanced east at the rising sun and smiled. It was a little after six in the morning and she’d already had a bit of a run, a lovely cup of hot tea with lemon and ginger to cleanse her system, and she would enjoy the full sunrise and rolling surf with her yoga.
Pausing, she took a deep breath of the salt flavored air. She loved the way the beach smelled. Warm sand. Cool water. Brine. Fish. Birds. Even the coconut oil favored by some of the sunbathers and honest sweat from those running on the paths—they all combined to soothe her soul. Tucking the rolled blanket and yoga mat beneath her arm, she closed the hatch on the car and pivoted to walk toward the beach.
A hint of wolf on the breeze had her pausing to scan the area. Other than a handful of vehicles in the lot, and a couple of runners jogging farther away, she didn’t see anyone. Still, she tested the scent once more. It was faint, as though diluted by the breeze and time. She tracked it all the way to a dilapidated Volkswagen van. It reminded her of the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo without the paint job.
The scent of wolf grew stronger. The van had to belong to whomever the wolf was, but the lack of fresh markers told her while his scent lingered, he wasn’t present. Adjusting her grip on the rolled blanket and mat, she circled away from the van and continued toward the beach all the while reminding herself that other Lone Wolves may choose to wander California for the same reason she did. No one claimed the beautiful state…well at least not this far north. The closest pack to her location was Sutter Butte, but she’d never heard any word of them taking an interest in the beaches.
Then again, she didn’t talk to a lot of people about the political geography of packs. If it’s all the same, I’d prefer not to encounter any of them. They have a bad rap and I’m on a journey of serenity, and self-discovery…and totally avoiding Mother’s matchmaking. The little voice at the end sounded way too much like her brother Owen’s, and she giggled. Owen, at least, had been sympathetic to her cause when she’d told him and Mason why she wanted to take the time to study in the Golden State.
Her mother’s habit of making pro and con lists for all of the pack’s current eligible bachelors had been bad enough, but when she’d talked to Gillian about potential mates in Hudson River and began colluding with Claudia Buckley about Delta Crescent, Mimi wanted out.
It was so bad, she’d actually asked Owen to get Gillian pregnant just to distract their mother. The silence on his end of the phone had been priceless, followed by peals of laughter from Gillian. Fortunately, her desperation had communicated itself well enough and he’d endorsed her request. Mason made her promise to return at the end of one year, even if she was enjoying herself, and she would be free to return to her studies after, if that was her desire.
Mason is the bomb. She hopped over the rocks to land on the sand and began to stroll in search of a spot that would speak to her. Not only had her alpha understood her dilemma and sympathized with it, he didn’t chastise her for the need to stretch herself beyond the confines of pack and parental expectation. Mimi’s skills for tracking had earned her high marks growing up, and more than one offer from the Hunters to apprentice. It made sense—both her father and her brother were Hunters. Even her two younger brothers were well on the way toward Hunter apprenticeships. Felicity had zero interest in the Hunter parts of their DNA, she preferred her flowers and cultivation, working closely with Tiffany Huston. Still, Mimi didn’t share her sister’s interest in horticulture or her mother’s desire to educate their young or her father and brothers’ drive to protect the pack.
She was…not sure who I am, which is why I am doing this. The year away from her mother served two purposes; she could take some classes and test her areas of interest from art to acting to writing. She could study yoga and find some serenity. Maybe even figure out who she was, because wasn’t that the whole point of a roam? Most wolves took time to roam the country; some even went around the world.
Murphy had done that and came home with a mate. Mimi grimaced. She loved Murphy, but really, could she have not brought home some gorgeous Italian and mated him with all the requisite gossip? It had Mimi’s mother nudging her to consider a year abroad in…where else? Italy. Shaking her head, she paused on a perfectly smooth area of sand and spread her blanket before unrolling her yoga mat in the center.
Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths. Inhaling calm, and exhaling the stress. Her mother was in Willow Bend. Mimi was in California. No ridiculous blind dates or not-so-casual meetings with eligible bachelors. Thank God Dylan mated before her mother got it into her head to throw Mimi at every male who came along, she’d actually had a crush on Dylan and he definitely fell into the category of eligible before Chrystal.
Growling, she opened her eyes and glared at the water. She was hardly alone on the beach. Laughter drifted towards her from where the surfers made their way toward deeper water, or where some sat astride their boards waiting for the water to come in. She was supposed to be letting go of her anxiety and not stressing about her mother, mating, or any of a dozen other issues being so far away from the pack could rouse in her.
She’d been in California for three weeks. Three gloriously wonderful, and peaceful weeks. This morning marked a full forty-eight hours since her mother’s last phone call. As loathe, as she was to hurt her feelings, Mimi couldn’t help but be relieved that distance had finally done what she hadn’t been able to manage.
Her mother was quiet.
So hush… Telling herself repeatedly didn’t silence the nagging internal monologue. Mindful of her surroundings, she quieted her growl and concentrated on her breathing. Mountain pose let her stretch her hands toward the sky and raise her face to the breeze. It elongated her spine and let her stretch the muscles from her hamstrings to her deltoids. The wind caressed her face and tousled her hair and batted away the riot of thoughts invading her mind.
From mountain she went to tree pose and rested her right foot against the side of her left knee. Her muscles quivered at first, but gradually she relaxed into the sturdiness. Like the tree she emulated, she let the woes of her mother’s romantic aspirations blow past her. The steadiness bolstered her confidence.
Warrior pose drew away the last curtain and let her mind relax. Her wolf stretched within her, their hearing seeming to sharpen as they noticed the increase of traffic beyond, the crash of water against the shore, and the call of birds overhead. Wolf and woman catalogued the sounds as she pushed her body, identifying any potential threats or lack thereof and remaining mindful.
By the time she drifted into a graceful downward dog, she’d relaxed her breathing and banished her anxiety. Curling her toes, she concentrated on feeling the wholeness of the position, the hinging arch of her hips and the warmth of the sand beneath the mat and blanket.
From triangle pose to seated twists to bridges, she pushed her body to achieve perfect serenity while maintaining her sense of being in the present. The sun warmed her as it continued a steady rise, and she basked in the rays as they heated her skin. When she finally settled into a lotus pose, she let her mind drift, as though flotsam upon the waves before her.
The world withdrew, leaving her alone with the lapping water, humming cars, and screech of seagulls…then water dripped on her. The icy sensation of splashing drops was cold against her skin. Though there had been no call for rain in the forecast, she fought to hold onto her sense of inner peace and deepened her breathing…only to inhale a lungful of coconut and brine mingling with the green scent of dewy sea grass atop the sand dunes with slivers of mint and…
Mimi jerked her eyes open and stared into the blue eyes of the wolf squatting right in front of her. His long, straggly hair clung wetly to his face and shoulders. The wet suit left little of his physique to the imagination, and he canted his head as though trying to figure her out. This close, however, she couldn’t miss a single nuance of his expression or the drops of water sliding off of him to splash wetly against her legs.
How the hell had he approached her so stealthily that she hadn’t sensed or scented him before he dripped on her?
Worse…who was he and what did he want?
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, as though aware of her racing her thoughts. “What brings a sexy little wolf like you to my stretch of beach?” A slow grin spread his mouth wide, and her stomach did a little flip flop. He was gorgeous and damn if he didn’t know it.
Just what she needed…a hot, sexy wolf who was most assuredly male and made her wolf stand up to take notice. Ignoring her animal’s very natural curiosity, she narrowed her eyes. “I was enjoying a quiet morning. Now go away.”
One thing about having Owen for a brother, she wasn’t helpless, even if she was tiny. Closing her eyes again, she forced her muscles to relax and prayed he’d take the direction well, even as she prepared for the worst.
Other Books in the Wolves of Willow Bend Series:
Cassius, Alpha of Sutter Butte, leads the most ruthless and dangerous pack in the United States. A pack comprised of misfits who didn’t fit in their previous packs, cast offs discarded by their packs and forgotten wolves who rose to create a pack more than a century before it utter defiance of the order of the day. Sometimes pitiless and cruel, he wants more for his people than a yearly bloodbath as they fight for a new place, a better spot in the pecking order. To change his pack, means to change himself and he will find rebellion on all sides, not the least of which is his own defiant heart.
Sovvan Stark, Omega of Delta Crescent, lives a cherished, beloved life in the center of her pack, a delicate and hard won balance. Though she is not the only Omega, she is the most experienced with the tremors of pack upset when power shifts from Alpha to Alpha. When her Alpha approaches her about Sutter Butte’s request, Sovvan considers the matter for several long months. While she might hold within her the key to helping the Sutter Butte Alpha, the undertaking could very well kill her.
Accompanied by a single Hound, Sovvan begins a journey to help Cassius rebuild the foundation of his pack, but first she will have to transform him…
Book 8 available at: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks
Ranae is the youngest of the Buckleys, and the only girl amongst three powerful male siblings. Her restlessness and dominant nature has affected every relationship within Willow Bend, not to mention testing the patience of her Alpha. Apprenticeship to the Hunters fed her desire for a purpose. When her Alpha and eldest brother ask her to undertake a mission to the Yukon territory, she’s thrilled at the opportunity for a real chance to be useful. Clashing with the Alpha was the last thing she expected on the dangerous assignment.
The oldest Alpha in the U.S. packs, lives a gray existence. The loss of his mate so many decades before wears away at him, until he doesn’t give a damn about anything. The problems of the other packs are not his, and he prefers to be left to his isolation. The arrival of the Chief Enforcer annoys him, but it is the wolf traveling with him who wakes the predator in Diesel. The scent of mate clings to her, but she rejects his overtures and challenges him on every level.
War may be coming for the Yukon, but Diesel’s battle is very personal…
Book 9 Available at: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iBooks | ARe
About the Author:
National bestselling author, Heather Long, likes long walks in the park, science fiction, superheroes, Marines, and men who aren’t douche bags. Her books are filled with heroes and heroines tangled in romance as hot as Texas summertime. From paranormal historical westerns to contemporary military romance, Heather might switch genres, but one thing is true in all of her stories—her characters drive the books. When she’s not wrangling her menagerie of animals, she devotes her time to family and friends she considers family. She believes if you like your heroes so real you could lick the grit off their chest, and your heroines so likable, you’re sure you’ve been friends with women just like them, you’ll enjoy her worlds as much as she does.
Connect with Heather: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon
Posted in Authors & Books, Blurb, Excerpt, Giveaway, New Releases
Tags: @Barclay_PR, @HVLong
BLOG TOUR ~ Southern Nights & Secrets by Robin Covington
Southern Nights and Secrets
The Boys Are Back in Town #4
by Robin Covington
Publication Date: September 19, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Indulgence, Contemporary, Romance
Being a doctor is everything to me, but I’m not going to let bureaucrats tell me how to practice medicine. It’s about saving lives no matter what, screw them and their paperwork.
When the one woman I could never forget, Ginger Crawford, shows up as my boss all bets are off. The heat between us is tough to ignore but I have to if I want a future at this hospital. It isn’t easy. Every time we argue, I want her even more.
But I’ve got secrets she can never know, and she’s always going to be way too good for me. So it’s best if she hates me…at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
CATCH UP WITH THE OTHER BOYS IN THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN SERIES
BY USA TODAY BESTSELLER ROBIN COVINGTON!
One night of passion…
Detective Jackson Cantrell never imagined that one night with an irresistible stranger would turn his life upside down. He’s spent years living in the shadows, but Dr. Michaela Roarke awakened a passion inside him he’d buried years ago.He never expected the woman would turn out to be the governor’s daughter…and his next assignment. The governor blackmails Jackson to secretly watch over Michaela and protect her from a stalker, or kiss his dream job at the FBI good-bye. Swearing to keep things strictly professional, Jackson moves in with Michaela. Too bad his heart can’t keep the same promise.
But when the stalker’s attacks quickly escalate beyond mere photographs to bodily harm, Jackson must race to save Michaela’s life. And he’ll have to figure out how to keep her once she discovers his lie.
Some women are bad. Some women are a bad idea. The best ones are both…
As a Black Ops assassin, “Lucky” Landon has had more than his fair share of close calls. Now he’s turned in his sniper rifle for the simple life of his small hometown. So the last thing he ever expected was to end up at gunpoint. Or that the woman holding the gun would be his best friend’s little sister and Lucky’s on-again/off-again lover.
Taylor Elliott is Trouble, and she likes it that way. And seeing Lucky again? Well, he’s been her dirty little secret for the past few years and everyone knows that secrets in a small town are almost impossible to keep. But Taylor has bigger problems on her plate. Like the local mob boss who wants her dead.
And right now the only thing standing between Trouble and disaster is a hottie named Lucky…
Privileged and ambitious attorney Teague Elliott is on the fast-track to getting everything he wants. All he has to do is stay on the straight and narrow and a high-profile political career is his for the taking. Until he wakes up naked with a Vegas showgirl…
Risa Clay has worked hard to put her showgirl past behind her and start fresh. But she owes ten grand to the wrong people, and to pay off her debt, she agrees to betray a stranger. . .but she ends up with a husband and guilty conscience.
Savvy and determined, she double-crosses the mob, goes on the run, and turns up on Teague’s doorstep armed with a dangerous secret, a marriage license, and the power to ruin his well-planed future. She thought using Teague again would be easy, but the passion that exploded between them in Vegas didn’t stay in Sin City and betrayal is the last thing on her mind.
Now Teague has to choose between the future he’s planned for all his life, or the one with Risa that he can’t turn away from.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A USAToday bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.
A 2016 RITA® Award nominee, Robin’s books have won the Golden Leaf Award and finaled in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, the Book Seller’s Best and the National Reader’s Choice Awards.
She lives in Maryland with her handsome husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her beloved furbabies, Dutch and Dixie Joan Wilder (Yes – THE Joan Wilder).
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Instagram | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon Author Profile
ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
Posted in Authors & Books
Tags: @IndieSagePromo, @RobinCovington
RELEASE BLITZ ~ Justice for Boone by Susan Stoker
Justice for Boone
(Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes #6)
by Susan Stoker
Date of Publication: September 20, 2016
Sheriff’s Deputy Hayden Yates has worked hard to gain the respect and admiration of her fellow law enforcement officers. She’s succeeded so well, in fact, that she’s become just one of the guys. As her friends slowly begin to meet their soul mates, Hayden longs to be seen as a desirable woman, and not the tomboy she’s always been.
No slouch when it comes to attracting the opposite sex, cowboy Boone Hatcher might want to give it a rest for a while, especially after his last girlfriend accuses him of domestic abuse. Deputy Yates sees right through his ex’s ruse—and Boone sees right through Deputy Yates. Hayden might seem all business, but her need for justice comes from a heart that beats with pure passion.
A few dates turn into something more, and as the couple’s relationship deepens, so do the threats from his ex. It’s up to Hayden to convince Boone the danger is real…before jealous antics escalate to deadly obsession.
** Justice for Boone is the 6th book in the Badge of Honor: Texas Heroes Series. Each book is a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.
About the Author
New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.
She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and creating stories readers can get lost in.
Find Susan Stoker Online
Posted in Authors & Books, Blitz, Blurb, New Releases
Tags: @RockStarPRLC, @Susan_Stoker
BLOG TOUR ~ Wilder by Rebecca Yarros
The Renegades #1
by Rebecca Yarros
Publication Date: September 19, 2016
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Embrace, New Adult, Romance
He’s Paxton Wilder. Twenty-two-year-old, tattooed, smoking-hot leader of the Renegades.
Five time X Games medalist.
The world is his playground—especially this year—and for the next nine months I’m stuck as his tutor on the Study at Sea program.
He’s too busy staging worldwide stunts for his documentary to get to class.
But if I can’t get him to take academics seriously, I’ll lose my scholarship…if I don’t lose my heart first.
Six unlikely friends on a nine-month cruise with the Study at Sea program will learn that chemistry is more than a subject and the best lessons aren’t taught in the classroom…but in the heart.
WILDER BOOK TRAILER
ABOUT REBECCA YARROS
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for fourteen years.
When she’s not writing, she’s tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. They recently adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Pinterest | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon Author Page
ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
Posted in Authors & Books
COVER REVEAL When the Storm Breaks by Avery Hart
Cover design &Photography by:
Marisa-rose Shor @ Cover Me Darling
One wrong move may cost Claire the lives of those she loves most, but, when the storm breaks, who will be left to pick up the pieces?
About the Author
Avery Hart is an avid reader, writer and blogger. She has spent her whole life living in New York but has travelled to many different places while growing up. Now a wife, and a mother to two energetic little boys she spends her days working, playing, reading and writing.
Avery has always been a lover of all types of the arts from reading and writing, to music and drawing (and everything in-between). She loves to attend live concerts and you can often find her getting lost in the music wherever she is.
Avery would love to hear from you so feel free to send her a message!
Posted in Authors & Books, Blurb, Cover Reveal