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BLOG TOUR ~ SoulDeath (Soulmate series) by J.Thompson

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BLOG TOUR

Title: SoulDeath
Series: Soulmate

Author: J. Thompson

Publication Date: October 13th 2017
Genre: Paranormal Romance

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Synopsis

 

Even Death craves love.

All of her life, Andromeda has felt like she was outside looking in. With only a few friends and a mother
who is a sandwich short of a picnic, she feels she can do little else but bury herself in her work.

At 24, Andromeda is the youngest Master Silversmith in the country, commissioned on a daily basis to
create bespoke pieces that speak of love and beauty. On the outside, her life seems perfect, but at night,
Andromeda feels the stab of loneliness, feels the bite of having no one to share her hopes and dreams with, no one to hold her and be that shoulder to cry on.

Dreams of different lives fill the void until a commission brings with it a tall, dark stranger with eyes like
the midnight sky. He enters her life and pierces her soul, bringing with it a hunger that scares her but also
excites her.

Hades, lord and god of the underworld, has watched over the realm of Elyssia since the great battle. He
has spent his long, lonely existence watching over the souls that enter his realm. A summons from the
goddess of love forces him back into the world of the living, making him see how much of life he is really
missing and uncovers a secret he has been hiding for over 500 years.

Cashing in on a favour owed to him by love, can the dark prince of Olympus find his happy ever after, or
will fate see to it that gods can’t have love like the mortals can?

Warning: forget what you know about the Greek myths and legends, forget what you’ve read in the
history books, for the gods make the rules and it’s up to the mortals to defy them.


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Excerpt

400 years past- Olympus, seat of the Gods

Hades sat on his throne that had been placed at the front of his temple that overlooked his realm. The underworld, home to the fields of Elyssia, fields of punishment, Tartarus, and much more, was his home and his charge.
His task as the lord of the underworld was simple; to house the evil souls that passed, letting them receive justice as they lived out their deathly existence in purgatory. On the flipside, Hades was able to watch the souls that were granted passage to the fields of Elyssia, a place where they were reunited with loved ones and were also give the option to be reborn.
The great god watched as a fresh influx of souls entered the fields where many waited to see if their family had joined them. Most were filled with trepidation at being in this unknown world. A world from myth and legend. It hadn’t helped at all that this particular group had been greeted by the guardian himself. Cerberus had managed to escape from his leash and had bounded down upon them. If they were not already dead, Hades was positive the three-headed dog would have caused many a heart to falter. Only, if they looked closer, they would realise he wasn’t the evil hellhound of legend but rather an overgrown puppy who craved love and attention. All he really wanted was a scratch behind his ears and maybe a tummy rub, but few would venture past a horrified look at the drooling jowls and sharp teeth. His barks of delight at seeing a friendly face would always be misinterpreted for aggression and would quickly send them running, not giving him the love the big, soppy oaf craved.
As with most days, the souls that were permitted onto the fields of Elyssia were greeted by Hades’ staff and those relatives that had decided not to move on and be reborn. Even though death was the reason they were here, most now smiled brightly and welcomed their time in the underworld. Those that had immediately decided they wanted to go back to the mortal world were led by Hades’ faithful servants towards the river Lethe. This graceful river flowed through the underworld and called to those that wanted to start afresh, unburdened by their past mortal life. They were given the chance to be reborn and to live out a new life with no knowledge of their past. The myth of past lives stemmed from this very river and its mighty powers, but over time, this power diminishes and is how the mortals are able to gain some semblance of their past memories.
Hades let his eyes roam over the throng of souls from his perch. He was vigilant in making sure none of the damned had made it through the barrier that separated the fields of punishment and the fields of Elyssia.
It saddened the great god that mortals took their short lives for granted; most who entered the underworld died well before old age had taken hold, their life threads cut when there were still things to finish and life to experience.
Both men and women of all shapes, sizes, and colours walked into Elyssia, bowing before him as they passed, their eyes widening only slightly when they realised the legends were, in fact, true. It wasn’t a surprise to know that even though the mortals still prayed and worshiped the gods, their actual belief was wavering.
He swept his gaze once more over the small crowd, happy that all had been accounted for and would be taken to wherever they preferred to spend their time. His gaze snagged upon a bent head of ebony hair that shimmered like the wing of a raven as the starlight touched upon it, it fell straight and true down her back. But it was her eyes that had captivated him, they stopped his heart for a second and changed the course of its beat. His soul pulsed deep inside as if she had a direct link to it. He felt like her delicate hand had wrapped around it and pulled.


About the Author

J. Thompson is a indie writer of fantasy fiction and paranormal romance, and a major fan of procrastination. Jenn has always loved history, so using her wild imagination and tying in her love of history and fantasy, she began a new adventure into the world of words. Weaving romance into old worlds and giving life to her mythical inspired novels is what Jenn does best, and she has a lot more planned in the future, including some hard assed demons.
When she isn’t bent over her laptop with the crazy writer eyes, you will find Jenn making jewellery, cross stitching and it doing paper crafts. Jenn is also a fitness lover and enjoys working out with her husband, either at the gym or at Caveman Training.
J Thompson is a passionate, if a little nuts, author who believes wholeheartedly that people are good and that everyone deserves romance – even Hades.

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ A Little Too Late by Staci Hart

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A Little Too Late, an all-new romantic standalone from Staci Hart is LIVE!

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A Little Too Late
by Staci Hart

Publishing Date: October 24th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the nanny.

When my wife left, she took the illusion of happiness with her, and I’ve been caught in a free fall ever since. For nine long months, I’ve been fighting to figure out how to be a single dad, how to be alone.

For nine long months, I’ve been failing.

When Hannah walked through the door, I took my first breath since I’d found myself on my own. She slipped into our lives effortlessly, showing me what I’ve been missing all these years. Because Hannah made me smile when I thought I’d packed the notion of happiness away with my wedding album.

She was only supposed to be the nanny, but she’s so much more.

The day my wife left should have been the worst day of my life, but it wasn’t. It was when Hannah walked away, taking my heart with her.


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Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey.

From roots in Houston to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.

 

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RELEASE BLITZ ~ My Zombie Wedding (Undead Canadian Series #3) by T. Strange

 
Genre: paranormal romance, M/M, contemporary romance
Length: 71,000 words (novel) 

 

Blurb: 

Any city is bound to collect restless dead. Armed with the notebook of Icelandic magic his ex boyfriend, Bone, gave him, Edward Grey has been tasked with removing troubled spirits or finding ways for the living and the dead to coexist in harmony. Between planning his wedding with his undead Canadian fiancé, Kit Ward, and his continued studies as a medical student, Edward didn’t need another commitment, but he can’t turn away people who are frightened or in danger. 

A particularly vicious ghost gives Edward an ominous warning—they’re coming—and a few days later Edward’s notebook is stolen from him. While he’s attempting to find it, he and his mentor, Mariel, are confronted by a very powerful necromancer and barely escape with their lives. 

On the run, Edward is pursued everywhere he goes, until the necromancers following him manage to capture Kit. 

Edward’s hunt for his kidnapped fiancé will take him to the underworld and beyond.


Excerpt:

I was sweating by the time I arrived at Bone’s apartment. I pressed the buzzer for his unit and waited. 

I was terrified that I’d be grabbed at any moment, that Bone wasn’t home, that they’d already gotten to him and were holding him at gunpoint—it crossed my mind that he’d probably find that sexy, and I dismissed the thought as quickly as possible—and were waiting upstairs to capture me. I had almost convinced myself to walk away, to come up with another plan—though I had no other ideas—when the speaker crackled to life.

“’lo?” Bone’s voice sounded muffled, like his mouth was full. Was he gagged? Was he with someone?

“Who is it?” he asked, when I took too long to answer.

“It’s Ed—ward.” I’d almost called myself Ed; he’d trained me well.

I definitely heard him swallow. “Ed! Come on up, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

That couldn’t be good. Maybe he was trying to talk me into a threesome, with someone who wasn’t Kit—not that Kit could ever be convinced, for love or money, to sleep with Bone.

The door buzzed and I pulled it open automatically, no longer sure I wanted to go upstairs, but I needed to find Kit and I couldn’t do it alone.
The minute I opened the door between the stairs and Bone’s hallway, something felt…wrong. Usually my intuition isn’t very good, but my forearms and the back of my neck prickled. I tapped on Bone’s door, lightly, with one finger. The door swung open; it wasn’t even fully closed, never mind locked. 

Not like Bone, not at all. He’s paranoid about security. He usually doesn’t even let me in without physically seeing me first. The hall was strangely quiet, too. Bone usually has screaming, throbbing metal rock music playing. I have no idea why his neighbours haven’t gotten him kicked out of the building—maybe they’ve met him.


A small, triangular face appeared in the doorway, the movement—low to the ground and inhuman—startling me, but it was only one of Bone’s many ‘rescue’ ghost cats.
I clucked to her, and she very cautiously stalked over to me, most of her going through rather than out the door. I wondered, briefly, how Bone kept the ghost cats from wandering.

Petting the cat felt like I was stroking fur submerged in icy water. I was so hot from fear and walking in my unseasonably warm coat that the coolness was almost a relief.

I’d delayed long enough. I nudged the door open, wide enough for more than a cat to pass through.  The ghost cat escorted me inside, marching in front of me, kinked tail held high and proud. I couldn’t see any visible signs of how she’d died, the way I could with some of them, and I was okay with that.

The apartment was dark—not only were the windows covered, as usual, in thick blackout curtains, but the lights were all out, except for one at the end of the hall. The bathroom light. Why was Bone in the bathroom, with the door open, when he knew I’d be coming up right away?

The clowder of ghostly felines glowed softly in the darkness, the intensity gently rising and falling to the rhythm of their purrs. It was both beautiful and eerie at the same time. Kind of like Bone himself.
“Hello?” I stepped around several ghost cats, trying not to look at them too carefully so I wouldn’t have to see the gruesome injuries some of them bore. I also had to make sure I didn’t step on Bone’s one living cat, a Ukrainian Levkoy named Rasputin.

“I’m in here,” Bone replied, his voice still oddly muffled. Was he eating in the bathroom?


 
 


Learn more about the Undead Canadian Series here.

The Undead Canadian Series

My Zombie Boyfriend

My Zombie Fiancé

My Zombie Wedding

Bits & Bones (forthcoming)


 
 
 
 
 
T. Strange didn’t want to learn how to read, but literacy prevailed and she hasn’t stopped reading—or writing—since. She’s been published since 2013, and she writes M/M romance in multiple genres. T.’s other interests include cross stitching, gardening, watching terrible horror movies, playing video games, and finding injured pigeons to rescue. Originally from White Rock, BC, she lives on the Canadian prairies, where she shares her home with her wife, cats, guinea pigs, and a small dog. She’s very easy to bribe with free food and drinks—especially wine.


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NEW RELEASE ~ My Pin-Up Girl by Nicky Fox

 
 
 
 
 
Hunter
I’m a farmer. I love to have my feet planted on the dirt and my hands digging in the soil. I don’t expect to have my hands on the new enticing morsel next door. She bakes me an apple pie and prances around in these sexy red boots. I’m a Southern boy with manners. The way I’m thinking about that girl is anything but friendly.

Lenora
I’m a painter. I’ve moved to the countryside for some inspiration. There’s inspiration alight, right next door. When my horse dumps me right in this cowboy’s lap. He comes to my rescue while shirtless. What’s a girl to do? Sometimes you got to take a bull by the horns and giddy up.When Hunter’s farm becomes in jeopardy will their love stay strong or will it buck them off on their keisters?

 


 

 


 About Nicky Fox

Nicky lives in the Big D, Dallas, Texas that is. She loves reading romantic books with sexy times and loves writing them even more. Nicky is a ninja, stationery addict, and a movie buff. She eats cookie dough while she writes. If you like long walks on the beach, steamy books with sexy man candy then Nicky is your girl.  

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