Book Tour :: Unpredictable Love

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TITLE – Unpredictable Love
SERIES (& Book #) – Pine Grove Novels, Book #1
AUTHOR – Jean C. Joachim
GENRE – Contemporary Small Town Romance
LENGTH (#Pages/# Words) – 47,000 Words



Uh oh. Amber signed her sister’s name on a pen pal letter to a Marine. As usual, Jory Walker was stuck fixing her sister’s little white lie.

When letters poured in from SSGT Trent Stevens in Afghanistan, Jory had no choice but to correspond. Sure he’d be drooling over Amber’s bikini photo, thinking it was Jory. Since they’d never meet, what harm could it do if she sent him a few letters?

Would her charade boomerang replacing happiness with pain? What started off as an innocent ruse, morphed into a monstrous web of deceit. Maybe unpredictable love was destined to break her heart.




Jory Walker plucked three letters from the mailbox in front of the house. Two bills and one envelope addressed to her that looked like it had been through a war. It had, according to what was scratched in the upper corner.

SSGT. T. Stevens

Anger bubbled up inside her. She made a beeline for the house, only to collide with her sister.
“Amber! What the hell?” She waved the envelope in the young woman’s face.
“I just sent him one letter.”
“This is the fourth you’ve gotten from him. When are you going to write back?”
“It was a mistake…”
“You can say that again. Especially the part where you signed my name!”
“Laura was so convincing. I thought she meant one time. Only one letter.”
“She asked people to sign up to write to guys in the military. Not to write only one letter and include a lewd photo.”
“It wasn’t lewd, whatever that means. Just me in a bikini. I’m not good at writing. Much better at pictures.” Her beautiful, blonde sister, with a Miss America figure, grinned.
“And the reason you signed my name?”
“I always liked yours better. Besides, if he wanted another letter, I knew you’d write it for me. So, it might as well have your name on it.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit smile. I’m on to you. And the answer is ‘no.’” Jory shoved the envelope from T. Stevens into Amber’s hand.
“Please? Pleeeaassseee, Jory. You’re the writer. Not me.”
“That’s right. You’re the pretty sister, and I’m the smart one.”
Amber nodded. “I don’t mean it like that. You’re so much better than me.”
“Than I.”


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Jean Joachim is a best-selling romance fiction author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list since 2012. The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf Coast RWA. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York City chapter of Romance Writers of America.
Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of tea, her rescued put, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black licorice.




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Release Blitz :: Field Stripped Box Set

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Field Stripped Box Set

Authors: Marissa Dobson, Nicole Garcia, Piper Presley, Ellie Keys, Julie Morgan, Alyssa Breck, Lily-Ann Johnson, Natasza Waters, C.J. Pinard, Tamara Hoffa, Shelley Munro, S.E. Babin, Carly Carson, Xandra James, and Calinda B

Genre: Military Contemporary Romance

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15 Steamy Military Romances from today’s New York Times and Amazon Bestselling authors. GET STRIPPED with stories filled with love, romance, and smokin’ hot alpha men sure to get your temperature rising.

Bestselling Author, Marissa Dobson Ace in the Hole: Ace in the Hole-Returning home from a deployment, Navy SEAL Ace Diamond finds the only woman he’s ever loved pregnant and living in his house. Gwyneth didn’t expect reuniting with the man who broke her heart. After all these years, will they give love a second chance?

New York Times Bestselling Author, Nicole Garcia Saving Private Blue: Savannah has endured years of heartache ever since Billy broke up with her and joined the Army. Her only comfort is Travis, Billy’s brother. What happens when two brothers love the same woman? Can broken hearts be mended? Will true love prevail above all else?

Amazon Bestselling Author, Piper Presley Thorn of a Soldier: Young and newly married Marisa and Brody Clark will soon be separated when army soldier Brody gets deployed. Will Marisa remain Brody’s devoted military wife or will an ex-boyfriend convince her to untie the knot?

Ellie Keys Belinda’s Mission: Belinda Banneker (B.B.’s) world has been rocked in more ways than one and only one person can set it to rights. The only problem is no one knows where this man, well no one, but B.B.

Bestselling Author, Julie Morgan Delta Force: Fighting in the war changed Logan Saunders. Facing the possibility of losing everything, he has to make a choice: In the line of fire, there is fight or flight. This is a fight Logan intends to win.

Award-Winning & Amazon Bestselling Author, Alyssa Breck Locked and Loaded: After society turned its back on him, ex-Army Ranger Hunter McKay finds a family in an outlaw motorcycle club. When Holly Farris’ research lands her in a seedy bar, the biker and the journalism student collide. Can an ambitious young reporter win the heart and trust of a jaded former soldier?

Amazon Bestselling Author, Lily-Ann Jonson Blondie’s Hero: When Teufel Hundens Bar & Grill needs a new bartender will Retired Marine Jake Peterson be the hero that Blondie needs? Or will hidden truths and her ex’s anger have Blondie doubting not only Jake but their budding love as well?

Amazon Bestselling Author, Natasza Waters Committed to Chase: Combat took Jesse’s leg, but as a retired SEAL he has no regrets. He’s got a new mission. Her name’s Charlie and the chase is on.

C.J. Pinard Antihero: He’s dealing with a haunted past of crime and war. She’s trying to stay clean and walk a straight path. Is the chemistry storming between them enough to keep them together?

Bestselling Author, Tamara Hoffa Healing Love: A sniper’s bullet shattered Army Medic Sandra O’Donnell’s shoulder and her sunny outlook on life. Can fellow soldier, Zach Winters provide the Healing Love she needs to fight the nightmares and dare to care again?

Shelley Munro Innocent Next Door: Special Air Services soldier Nikolai Tarei owes his neighbor and friend a favor, but looking out for his twenty-two year old niece is stretching friendship too far. Summer is young but her sex appeal, sassiness and brazen disregard for safety have Nikolai scrambling to protect both her and his battered heart.

Award-Winning & Amazon Bestselling Author, S.E. Babin Flight Risk: Just when he thought he’d gotten rid of her, Lennox King shows up as a combat photographer embedded with his unit. Brooks is in the hot zone already, but her presence is guaranteed to make it a scorcher.

Carly Carson Taken by the SEAL: Navy SEAL Declan Moynihan has orders to clandestinely shut down a notorious slave brothel in a Middle East war zone. Laila Catami, his accidental captive, is the mysterious woman being brought in to run the brothel.

Xandra James SEALed with a Vegas Kiss: SEALed with a Vegas Kiss- I’m in Vegas to stop a wedding. I’ve been in love with Molly ever since I could remember but I’m no good for her, so I’ve stayed away…when I could. But now her brother—and my CO—has found out the groom-to-be is a dick, and I have no intention of ignoring a direct order to take him out of the picture. My mission is to stop the wedding at all costs, but success hinges on whether I can keep my hands

Amazon Bestselling, Calinda B Blurred Lines: A lonely young woman meets a Navy submariner on leave. His heart has been broken; hers has never awakened. Will their lust-filled communion make a difference?

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✰✰BLOG TOUR✰✰ Bad Boys After Dark: Mick by Melissa Foster #BlogTour @bookenthupromo

Bad Boys After Dark

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Book Title: Bad Boys After Dark: Mick
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 22, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


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The Bad Boys are a series of stand-alone romances that may also be enjoyed as part of the larger Love in Bloom series.

Indulge your inner vixen…
You asked for naughtier lovers, with the same fierce loyalty as The Bradens – Meet the Bad Boys… Four sinfully sexy, uber alpha brothers, about to fall head over heels for their leading ladies.
Everything’s naughtier after dark…
Amanda Jenner is done being a boring-man magnet and has finally taken control of her love life. As any smart paralegal would, she’s researched the hell out of how to seduce a man. She’s waxed, primped, and ready to put her newfound skills into action–and a masquerade bar crawl is the perfect venue for her solo coming-out party.

Entertainment attorney Mick Bad lives by two hard and fast rules. He never mixes business with pleasure, and he doesn’t do relationships, which makes the anonymity of a masquerade bar crawl the perfect place for a onetime hookup.
Amanda thinks she’s hit the jackpot when she bags a tall, dark, and sinfully delicious masked man–until she discovers the man she’s made out with is her off-limits boss. Mick’s already crossed a line he can never uncross, and one taste of sweet and sexy Amanda has only whet his appetite. When Mick offers to give Amanda a lesson in seduction–no strings, no regrets, and for goodness’ sake, come Monday, no quitting–the tables turn, and Mick’s totally unprepared for the lessons this sweet temptress provides.

Dylan (coming soon)
Carson (coming soon)
Brett (coming soon)

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The AFTER DARK series are part of the LOVE IN BLOOM big family romance collection. Each book may be read as a stand-alone novel, or as part of the series.


LURED BY THE pulse of sex and anonymity, Amanda Jenner moved through the dusky bar, brushing against silk, satin, cotton, and flesh, each graze feeding the adrenaline coursing through her veins. Blue lights misted over sweaty strangers lost in the seductive bump and grind of foreplay and hoping for a night of erotic pleasure. If Amanda tried hard enough, she could smell tomorrow’s scent du jour—regret. Tonight she had no room for the confidence-crushing worry of what tomorrow would bring. She scanned the crowd, as she had in the previous three bars, immediately dismissing anyone who wasn’t in costume. Her world was full of boring men who excelled at wining, dining, and boring her to sleep. Ten years of romance novels and movies had led her astray, looking for the elusive needle in a haystack. She’d led herself astray, always the careful thinker, careful dresser. Or as her younger sister, Ally, would say, Careful kisser, careful lover. Ally, however, had taken charge of her sex life—and she’d found the perfect man.

Now it’s my turn.


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Melissa Foster is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.

Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.

Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.

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Release Tour :: Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club

Title: Originals Ride: Hellions Motorcycle Club
Series: Hellions Ride #8
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: June 27, 2016
Four men, four families, four originals, one club. 

Go back to where it all began so long ago for Roundman, Danza, Frisco, and the late Rocky Fowler. A life choice, a road less traveled, all coming together in the name of brotherhood. 

Some found love, some faced loss, and others learned real loyalty. This is the story before the chaos. This is how the originals ride. 
*This is a full length novel. Each book in the Hellions Ride series can be read as a stand-alone story with NO cliffhanger endings. Contains adult language, situations, and violence not recommended for readers under the age of 18. This is not an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.

Originals Ride by Chelsea Camaron

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,” Dia sings softly to our baby girl. “Daddy’s gonna buy you a Harley shirt.”
I can’t stop the laugh that escapes as I lean against the doorjamb.
Little noises come from our baby, and Dia looks up at me with sharp eyes.
“Well then, Mister Chuckles, you come put her to sleep.” She stands from the rocking chair and brings me the baby all wrapped in red.
Claudia was adamant that our nursery and baby not look like someone vomited Pepto pink in her room and her wardrobe. Can’t say that I’m sad she feels that way, either.
With her hair all wild around her face, her eyes tired from lack of sleep these last few days, and baby spit-up on her shirt, my wife has never looked more disheveled nor more beautiful.
Taking Delilah from her arms, I kiss my wife on her forehead. “Go shower and take a nap, love.”
“Gladly,” she says with an exhausted smile. With a quick kiss to our daughter’s head and one to my lips, she heads off to her sanctuary—our bedroom.
Sitting in the rocker that faces my daughter’s crib all decked out in hot air balloons with teddy bears, I have to smile at how life has changed from the moment they placed Delilah in my arms.
With the face of a doll, eyes of an angel, and a head of blonde hair to match her mother’s, my baby girl is absolutely perfect.
Bright eyes look up at me as she opens and closes her mouth like a fish. “Never known love so deep, dollface.” My voice is raspy as I try not to be loud, but I want to talk to my little girl. “Loved your momma before, but watching her with you, holding you, having you … Well, Doll, I’ve never know anything purer in my life.”
My daughter smiles. Dia says it’s gas, but I don’t care. My baby girl smiles before her eyes close, and she snuggles closer to me.
“Leather, oil, and man,” I explain happily. “One day, you’re gonna grow up, and when you find a man, he should smell like a hardworking man, Doll.” The thought of my baby girl growing up has me twitching to shoot something. “Never mind that, precious. I promise you, as your dad, I’ll be the man you look up to. I’ll be the man who makes you proud. I’ll be rock solid for you and your momma. I’ll give you my all and my love.” I rock her, thinking of what it’s going to be like to watch her grow. “When the time comes to let you go, I’m going to fight like hell to keep you with me. I’ll give my life before I’ll let anyone touch you.” Kissing her head as she soundly sleeps, I hold my daughter in my arms.


USA Today bestselling author Chelsea Camaron is a small town Carolina girl with a big imagination. She’s a wife and mom, chasing her dreams. She writes contemporary romance, erotic suspense, and psychological thrillers. She loves to write about blue-collar men who have real problems with a fictional twist. From mechanics to bikers to oil riggers to smokejumpers, bar owners, and beyond she loves a strong hero who works hard and plays harder.


Book Blitz :: Run Away to the Keys



Miki Bennett is a stay at home wife who has an intense love for the beach. Her passions include art and various crafts where she has won numerous awards over the years. She also calls herself the resident family tech geek, always checking out the latest gadget that comes out on the market. Most of all, she loves visiting the beach as much as possible, trying to fit all family vacations close to an island or beach if possible.
Miki began working for her parent’s family business when she was just eight years old and continued until they sold the company in 2007. At this time, she wasn’t sure of her next step in life and started learning as much as she could about the things that interested her the most: website building, painting with acrylic paints, new crochet techniques, photography, and many other venues trying to find out her next stage in life. This lead to her newest pursuit: writing.
She lives in Charleston, South Carolina with her husband, Jeff and their little dog Emma. They are a blended family with three grown children thus consider themselves empty nesters. Miki graduated from high school and went on to the College of Charleston but her interests were so varied that she couldn’t decide on a particular degree so she decided to learn on her own. Her life long pursuit of knowledge has lead her in many directions.
Miki is also a cancer survivor after having treatment in 2002 for Uterine Cancer. In 2013, she was diagnosed with Mastocytosis, a rare, incurable disorder in which patients can have life threatening allergic type reactions to the simplest things even though they are not truly allergic to the item: food, water, sun, heat, cold, sound, etc. Miki had lived with symptoms since she was a teenager but was given one diagnosis after another ending up with twelve different ones before she found the true cause. And since she looked fine on the outside, many didn’t believe she truly was ill. Once receiving the correct diagnosis, she is now on a mission to help others who deal with “invisible diseases” since these can be so hard on the patients. To the outside world patients look perfectly healthy though inside they deal with symptoms both physically and mentally.

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A handsome marine biologist comes to Key Largo and meets a beautiful and vivacious boat captain. Sounds perfect, right?
Unfortunately for Garrett Holmes and Skylar Cartwright, meeting and falling in love isn’t all smooth sailing into the Florida sunset.
Despite their mutual attraction and growing feelings for one another, Skylar’s rocky relationship with her wealthy parents and Garrett’s jealous research assistant, Casey, make life plenty hectic for the new couple.
When Skylar’s ex-boyfriend, Andrew, appears on the scene, things get really complicated, forcing Garrett and Skylar to question if love is enough to sustain them through the social storms.
An engaging and spirited romance story set against the luscious backdrop of the Florida Keys, Miki Bennett’s third novel will sweep you away to a world of warm sun and emerald waters.



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1. I love, love, love the beach.
2. Extremely family oriented.  I have 47 first cousins alone!
3. I’m a HUGE “Twilight” and “Harry Potter” fan. Read all the books and love all the movies.
4. Growing up in the family business, I met numerous celebrities.
5. My favorite colors are aqua, coral and blue.
6. I’m a Sci-Fi movie nerd.
7. I won a trip to California at 10 years old and went with 300 other children to Los Angeles for a week.
8. Have travel the United States several times in a motor home.
9. Lost over 90 pounds and have kept it off for over 23 years.
10. Snorkeled with sharks and even ran into a barracuda.
Character Casting:
My ideal celebrities would be Joe Manganiello (from “Magic Mike” and “True Blood”) and Alexandra Daddario (“San Andreas” and “Percy Jackson” movies)
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Release Day Blitz :: Roar, Growl & Kiss Box Set

Roar, Growl, & Kiss Box Set
From a pack of New York Times, USA Today and Amazon bestselling paranormal authors comes a collection of 10 shifter romances that will leave you howling for more! Grab it today before it’s gone forever!


Walk on the Striped Side by Jessie Lane 
Gage Ivanov is a stupid beast. He let the woman who should be his mate go because she couldn’t be told of his Other identity. Now Elena’s back, but she refuses to give in to his demands for her to be his mate. Does he have his claws in her for good? Or is she just yanking his tail?
Alpha Wolf Rising by Eliza Gayle 
Before she can become Alpha, Sierra must take a wolf mate. However, she’s in love with two men, one of whom is strictly forbidden. When the pack is attacked and a temperamental stranger from the past threatens to send them spiraling apart, she must choose between love and duty.
London Howl by Hildie McQueen 
London Howl International settings, a super hot wolf shifter and off the charts chemistry make this a sizzling read. British celebrity model David Wolfe seems to have everything. However, money and fame cannot take the place of love.  When highly recognizable international model David Wolfe hires Genise Snow to be his fake girlfriend, the last thing she expects is for the relationship with the yummy wolf shifter to become physical. Then there’s his ever-present, possessive manager who makes it no secret, Genise’s presence if very temporary.
Dragon’s Honor by Mina Carter
Misson: Protection duty. No one said anything about black magic or the most powerful magic of all. The call to mate…
Bearly Hanging On by Marina Maddix
It may be against the rules, but when a hot eagle shifter lands at an exclusive resort, one employee really wants to ruffle his feathers. What’s a curvy kitty to do?
Her Shifter Secret by Flora Dare
She’s a witch trying to forget the past. He’s a shifter who never wants to forget. But if they don’t worry about their future…they won’t have one.
Maria & the Angel by Jordan K. Rose 
If pack law requires every wolf to mate and mating an outsider is forbidden, why has fate bound Maria’s heart to an angel?
Mate for a Month by Georgette St. Clair
Spoiled city girl Eileen Pennyroyal will do anything to seal a business deal that will win her father’s approval…but does that include a mating of convenience to a deeply damaged wolf shifter? Can Eileen convince semi-feral Marcus that he’s worth saving, before dark forces from his past come back to claim him for good?
Werewolf Wedding by Lynn Red
 Delilah is barely keeping her head above water. Jake is the reluctant alpha of a secretive pack of werewolves whose brother is gunning to take over the pack. When their worlds collide, will they survive? Or will they end up bait before there can be a werewolf wedding?
Fast & the Furriest by Celia Kyle 
One headline changed weretiger life forever: Ladies, like a tiger’s stripes? Tug his tail and keep him forever! Now Ares has a town of stripe-hunting women looking for a tiger’s tail to pull and… a full moon on the horizon.
ExcerptsWalk on the Striped Side by Jessie Lane 


Much  to  her
horror,  Elena  felt
tiny  pinpricks  in
the  corners  of
her  eyes  as
they  started  to water up. “Why are you doing this, Gage?
What do you want from me?”
He studied her a moment, watching her so intently that she felt
naked from the inside out. “You.”
“Me?” she squeaked back.
“You,” he answered again with an unwavering gaze.
Trying to bolster her courage  back up, Elena  snapped, “I’ m  not an
item  you pick up  at the store
or  a  whore
to  be  bought
off  the  street.
You  can’ t  just
go  dragging  me
around  where  you want me, snarling ‘ mine’  whenever you feel like! I’ m a human being,
Gage; you can’t own me!”
She  expected  the
ornery  tiger  to
get  mad  and
snarl  at  her,
instead  he  did
something  much worse. One side of
his lips curled up in smug satisfaction, and the bastard smirked at her.


“I  may  no
longer  live  in
a  time  period
where  one  person
can  actually  own
another  person, but  make
no  mistake,  love,
I  do  own
you.  Every  little
inch.  Every  breathy
moan  you  give
me when I’ m playing with your pretty pussy. Every hungry kiss you give
me when I’ m buried deep inside you. Every beat of that stubborn heart that you
swear doesn’t still love me, and every inch of that fierce soul of yours…
They all belong to one person. Me.”


Alpha Wolf Rising by Eliza Gayle 


The distant drumbeat vibrated through Sierra’s body until
her core pulsed with need. Anticipation for tonight’s events had been building
all day. Standing naked at the window and staring up at the moonless night sky,
she couldn’t believe she was actually going through with the ceremony. Her
attempt to leave the pack for a normal life at college not long ago had ended
miserably and landed her back home and under the protection of her father.
It had been the ultimate turning point for her. What had
once seemed stifling and restrictive had been the very thing that freed her
from the inner turmoil that had plagued her since her mother’s death. The inner
wolf would not be denied and pack rituals were the very thing that kept the
animal happy so that their human halves could function cohesively.
“You look stunning.”
The deep baritone voice jerked Sierra from her thoughts.
“Marek, you aren’t supposed to be here.” She grabbed her heavy cloak from the
bed and slid her arms into the sleeves.
“I can’t help myself, and you know it.” He crossed the room
and gathered her in his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered into her ear.
“It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since we last fucked.
How can you miss me already?” She laughed, looking up at him. Damn, he should
not look this good right now. Nor feel this comforting wrapped around her. It
had been almost a year since she’d taken him as an official lover, and she didn’t
think she’d ever tire of seeing him. Dark broody eyes tempted her with a
constant look of barely restrained heat and aggressiveness. He called to her
alpha wolf—challenged her.
“Have I ever told you how much I love your dirty mouth?” His
lips pressed against hers, and heat flared to life between her legs, tightening
her nipples.
“Yeah, I know what you like about my mouth, all right.” She
bit at his lip, drawing a drop of blood.
A low growl sounded in Marek’s throat, which made her grin
against his mouth. If they kept this up, they’d definitely be on the floor
going at it before the ceremony. She pushed him away, forcing herself to stop
despite the moisture between her legs and the longing in her chest. Her wolf
was insatiable.
“We can’t do this now, and you know it. So pull yourself
together, wolfie.”
He growled and glared at her. She loved taunting him with
the nickname he hated. That was the thing about male wolves. The more annoyed
they got, the more aroused they became, and she’d end up shoved against the
wall with him pounding inside her. Just how she liked it with Marek.
Now Nolan, he was different. Her other lover had the
patience of a saint, and no matter how hard she pushed, he always stayed in
control. It drove her wild, and he knew it. Damn, how she loved him. A twinge
of guilt settled in her stomach, and she turned back to the window.
“What is it, Sierra?” Marek stepped close, but he didn’t
touch. Even he knew they had to settle down.
“I know Nolan understands things have to go this way, yet it
hurts my heart to keep him a secret.”
“So then speak up. You’re an alpha. You have the ability to
rewrite the rules.”
She turned on Marek. “Damn it, don’t feed me that line of
bullshit. You know if my father found out the truth, he’d not make me the pack
leader tonight. He’d probably give the pack to one of his idiot male
lieutenants just because they have a dick between their legs.”
Marek softened his expression with a small smile. “Maybe you
underestimate him. He may be set in his ways, but do you honestly think he
doesn’t understand the heat you withstand? The constant sensual hunger that
must be satisfied?”
She pushed past him and settled on the chair in the corner.
She didn’t want to have this conversation again. It always ended the same.
Tonight was special, and she would not walk away again. The pack needed this as
much as she did.
“I’ve made my decision,” Sierra began on a sigh. “We will be
mated, and Nolan will finally be able to live with us full-time. The time isn’t
right for confrontation.”
Marek didn’t respond, and she refused to look up in
question. He would have to get used to his place at her side in public and the
fact that her decisions were final. Eventually, she’d find a way to change the
rules against wolves and their human protectors from mating, but not tonight.
Tension grew in the room until her skin itched with it, and
the wolf whined inside her head. Now it was her turn to deal with the
increasing aggression and her need to prove her dominance over Marek. Yeah
right. That would be an interesting fight. He gave as good as he got and always
kept her on her toes.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
“Yeah?” The pit in her stomach grew heavier.
“It’s time to go, Sierra. Everyone is gathered outside and
your father is waiting.” Her father. He’d reluctantly agreed to the change in
leadership of their pack on the shaky agreement that Marek and she mate first.
In fact, she suspected he knew the truth and was using tonight as a way to
force her hand.
This was the first black moon since she’d returned to the
pack, and she’d known when she came home her father would expect this. Her
thoughts drifted to the past and the heartache that lay behind her. She firmly
closed that door and stood. The past was the past and needed to stay there.
“I’ll be right out.” She offered her hand to Marek. “I guess
it’s time for us to go.”
Instead of taking her hand, he grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her against his chest, his mouth descending upon hers.
Those were her only clear thoughts as he took possession of
her, infusing her with emotions and passion that tasted sweet and sensual.


When he broke the kiss, she stumbled back a step but quickly
regained her balance. His gaze captured hers, and she stared into deep blue
eyes dark with need. She wanted to get lost in them. But she and Marek had a


London Howl by Hildie McQueen 


“Genise.” A husky, deep voice permeated through the clouds
of sleep and Genise snuggled closer to the warm body next to hers.
His hand slid down her arm and back up leaving a trail of heat.
She was instantlyawake. In her sleep, she’d plastered herself against David.
Now she was fully aware of what little he wore. Boxers or something of the
sort, nothing else.
Too mortified to move, she pretended to be half-asleep and let out
a long breath. 
“This is dangerous.” David didn’t move away, either.
Instead, his hand continued its descent to her hip. “Tempting me,
She opened  her  eyes
to  find  he
studied  her  face.
“Sorry.”  Genise  moved
away and  turned her  face
into  the  pillow.
“I  didn’t realize  I’d
moved  over,”  she
mumbled into the fabric.
“You were fast asleep.” He turned to face her. “It
was nice to wake up with your head on my shoulder.”
If only she’d woken up first. She’d fully remember the feel of his
body on top of her.  Now  her
plan  to  feel
him  up  while
he  slept  would
have  to  wait
another  day. Damn.
“Come here. Why did you move away?” With rumpled hair
and half-closed eyes, he reminded her of the ultimate Prince Charming.
Impossible to resist.
She slid closer and he pulled her against him. “That’s better
now, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” No need to lie. “Much better.”
“Are you ready for the day?” he asked as his hand, once
again, skimmed over her skin.  Every  single
molecule  in  her
body  went  on
high  alert  and
Genise  inhaled sharply.
“I’m not sure. A bit nervous.” Seriously, did the man
plan to hold a conversation right now? Of course, their agreement did not
include sex. As a matter of fact, it was very specifically indicated in the
contract that she was not to engage in any intimate manner  with
him.  How  they
were  expected  to
sleep  in  the
same  bed  and
not,  was puzzling.
“Although I am used to it, there are times it all still
affects me. So I understand.” He spoke in the lazy language of someone at
ease with the other in bed. How often, she wondered, did he have women hired to
do what she did right now?
Did  he  have
an  erection?  Most
men  woke  up
with  one.  Would
he  rebuff  any advances
by  her?  Why
were  they  having
some  sort  of
business  meeting  while
half-naked in bed? He’d asked something and she’d been too absorbed in
dirty thoughts to hear. “Oh goodness.” 
She’d not meant to speak out loud.
David placed his fingers under her chin and lifted her face.
“Nothing.  Just  wondering
what  I’m  supposed
to  wear  today,” she  lied.
He  was gay. That had to be it.
The part of her heart that had loved him from afar for so long broke. Yet, it
would certainly explain why he did not try anything.
She    left    her
musings    to    focus
on    his    words.
He’d    continued    the conversation    …”so
it’s  refreshing  to
be  with  someone
that  doesn’t  give
a  fig  about designers and such.”
The soft, English accent combined with the huskiness of just
waking, was oh so sexy.
“Are you gay?”

There was a moment of silence, then a chuckle. “No. I suppose
you ask because I’m not trying to have sex with you.”


Dragon’s Honor by Mina Carter


Being called into the boss’s office was nothing new for
Duke and Baron. Being called in for something other than a bollocking was.  “
You sure  she  said
we  weren’t  in
trouble?”    Baron rumbled, the
deep  note of  his
dragon evident in his voice as he slouched in the chair next to Duke and
glowered at his reflection in the
window  opposite.  Given
the  nature  of
the  agency’  s work
the  PPA  offices
were  open twenty-four-seven, so
the window looked out onto the darkness of night.
Duke cast a glance the same  way. Twins whose adoptive parents had decided
that noble names would give their kids something to aspire to, they weren’t  identical, not in human form anyway. As humans
they looked alike, obviously brothers but that was where it ended. It was only
in their  shifted  forms
that  they  were
truly  identical.  Whether
or  not  that
was  the  way with
shadow-dragons,  he  had
no  idea.  Dumped
on  the  steps
of a  hospital  when
they  were days old, they’  d never met their parents, nor indeed any
others of their kind. It had only been their adoptive father’ s research that
had given them a name for what they were. Seemed that shadow-dragons were as
rare as rocking horse shit, so getting more info was a no-go. Story of their
lives. “
 Apparently  not. ” Duke shrugged.  “She just said she wanted to talk to us about
a job.”  He  reached
up,  caught  his
hair  at  the
nape  of  his
neck  and  snapped
the  band  from
his wrist  around  it
in  a  low
pony-tail.  Unsnapping  a
second  he  held
it  out to  his
brother.  Baron glared at it as if
it were a venomous snake. Curling his lip, he took it and caught his own hair
back.  Duke  nodded
in  approval  as  he  studied
their  reflections  in
the  window. At least  they looked presentable now. Kind of. “
Why?”   He slid a
sideways glance at Duke. His brother was way too quiet. Which meant he  was
thinking,  which  never
led  anywhere  good,
or  he  had  done something,  which
also never  led  anywhere
good.  Especially  since
their  last  job
had  been  at
a  house  with
stables. Stables  with  horses.
Horses  which,  as
far  as  Duke
was  concerned,  were
just  steaks  on
legs and  Duke  sure
as  hell  liked
steak.  He  also
hadn’t  bugged  the
shit  out  of
Baron  to  stop
for pizza on the way to the offices, a fact that hadn’t occurred to
Baron until just now. “
Please tell me you didn’t snack at the Jenkins.”
Duke  turned  to  look
at  him  and…yes,
there  it  was.
The wide-eyed,
oh-so-innocent  look that was
completely believable to everyone but Baron. His breath punched out of his lungs
in a hiss just as Iliona’s door opened.
“Keep  shut  and
let  me  do the
talking,”    he  ordered
as  the  slender
form  of  their
boss  was outlined in the door.
Iliona  was  human,
which  meant  small
and  delicate.  Where
the  agency  was
concerned though,  she  had
balls  of  steel
and  would  face
down  even  the  scariest  of
the  paras.  No  one
argued,  not  if
they  wanted  a  job.
Work  could  be
hard  to  come
by  if  you
were  a  paranormal, especially without the backing of
an established pack like the wolves, and old money like the vamps. Hell, even
the elves were organized, but dragons? Nada. Those that had to work were
relegated  to  niche
jobs  or,  Duke
shuddered,  construction.  He fucking
hated  construction work. The
agency had changed all that for them. Within five minutes of walking into the front
office  in  desperation,
they’  d  been
hired  and  hadn’t
looked  back.  Just
sideways  and  up, normally while Iliona was shouting at
them because Duke had eaten yet another family pet.
This time though, the little human’s face was wreathed in
a smile. It looked good on her. Quickly Baron shut down that train of thought.
He might be a dragon, and rather hard to kill, but  that
didn’  t  mean
he  was  suicidal.
All  the  guys
working  for  the
agency,  whatever  their species, knew the boss was in a triad
with the two gargoyles, Cal and Gran, neither of whom
would hesitate to prove exactly why gargoyles referred to
other species as ‘  squishable’  .
“Just in time.”
Iliona stood to one side of the door and waved them forward.“  Come on in, sit down. I’  ve got something I want to run by you.”
Like naughty schoolboys, the two brothers filed  into the office with Baron, as always,  in the lead. Clocking a stranger in the room,
he stopped, and Duke walked smack into the back of him. Absorbing the  impact with a
soft grunt, he cast a swift glance over the guy—suited, booted, and
human by the smell of him—then rolled his gaze to Iliona.
“Ahh,  yes.”    She
hurried  forward,  putting
herself  between  the
dragons  and  the
human. Their  dislike  of
strangers,  particularly  human
strangers,  was  well
known.  “This  is
Detective Hammond, he’  s with the
local police department. Detective Hammond, can I introduce you to Duke and
Baron, two of our best operatives.”
Baron’s eyebrow rose at her praise. That certainly wasn’t
what she’d called them the last time
they’  d  wound
up  in  here,
shuffling  their  feet
like  kids  summoned
to  the  headmaster’
s office. What she’d called them then would’ve made a marine blush.
He turned from glaring at his brother to find the
detective on his  feet, hand out to
shake. Duke ignored it, taking one of the seats behind them without a word. No
surprise there. Duke wasn’t a talker at the best of times. Baron shook the
guy’  s hand, offering a small, polite
smile he didn’t feel.  Humans and their
damn rituals.
 “Pleasure to meet
you, Mr…?”   The detective let his
words trail off in question.
“No mister. Just Baron.”
“Not all of our operatives are human, Detective.”   Iliona chimed  in. “And not all of them are comfortable
giving their full names if, indeed, they have more than one.”
“They’d have to have a
surname  if they went through the
education  system, or if  you’
re employing  them.”    Confusion
flowed  over  Hammond’
s  features  as
he  did  that
little  trouser hitch  the
experienced  suit-wearer  adopted
to  stop  their
pants  creasing  and
sat  down.  Baron slumped into the chair next to Duke,
not caring if his well-worn jeans got creased or not.
 Boss-lady smiled
from the other side of the desk, her hands folded over the file in front of
her.  The
expression  didn’t  reach
her  eyes,  and
the  scent  rolling
from  her  betrayed
her irritation with the male. Not that he’d be able to pick that up with
his dull senses.
 “That would be
true,”   she replied. “If we paid them in
money.”  Hammond blinked, looking between
her and the two brothers. “  No money?
What do you pay them with then?”


“ Cows.”   Baron’s
voice rang with relish as he  picked up
on the cue. “Live ones for us to roast. They taste better that way.”


Bearly Hanging On by Marina Maddix


 “M’ lady.” Chet opened the
passenger side door to his uncle’ s massive brown Caddy and waved her in with a
flourish, bending low as she climbed in. Her anxiety burst out of her in a
stream of giggles. He gave her a funny look before closing the door and walking
the mile and a half around the front of the car.
Climbing in next to her, he asked, “Where to?”
Of course he wouldn’t have any idea where to go, since he only
drove between Pearce Forestry and her grandparents’  house. She still didn’t understand why it was
such a terrible thing for him to hang out with her. Some weird class thing, no
“Well…the tide’s about to change. Go down Seymour Street and
take a left,” she instructed.
The destination wasn’t very far but it still took a good twenty
minutes of careful maneuvering to get the big boat of a car down the rutted
forest service road to the overlook spot. It would be light till nine, or even
later, so they should have a good show.
“What is this place?” Chet asked, clunking the gear shift into ‘
Crystal hopped out and waved for him to follow, leading him to a
rocky outcropping overlooking a narrow channel. Patting the mossy granite next
to her, she said, “Come sit by me. This is gonna blow your mind. ”
Chet snuggled up close to her, his purely masculine scent wrapping
around her like a tendril of warm smoke. It went straight to her core and
wriggled its way to her most sensitive parts. He never failed to get her all
hot and bothered, but it became so much more intense since he stopped wearing
Polo. A carefully calculated comment about how his own musk was vastly more
sensual than the cologne did the trick, and it wasn’t a lie. If she could only
smell one thing for the rest of her life, it would be Chet.


Bacon would be a close second


Her Shifter Secret by Flora Dare


She stood on the beach, the ocean crashing into the
sand in front of her. At her feet, Danae created a complicated diagram, loops
and swirls, harsh stick lines filled with colored salt and bits of shell. She
paused in her work and looked up at the moon that flooded the beach with light.
She flicked a match and lit the sage bundle. She traced the sacred pattern with
smoke, filling her head with her intention.

Forgetfulness. Freedom from pain. Peace.

The spell complete, she left the still burning sage
in the center of the diagram and stepped back. She sat a few feet away,
watching the sea slowly rise. The incoming tide took the spell and her last
shred of hope slowly into the ocean. The creeping water finally reached the
smoldering sage bundle, and extinguished it.

Danae sighed. The sea had her pain now, and all she
could do was to wait and pray that Neya, the goddess of the ocean, listened and
would grant her what she so desperately needed.

Danae woke up, tossing, the same nightmare echoing
in her ears. Blood, flames, screams. There was an emptiness inside of her where
the pain of her loss echoed. She pushed the blankets off and got out of bed.
She wandered to the window and looked out over the ocean. A storm was rolling
in, and she watched the spikes of lightning strike the water, over and over. It
suited her mood. She felt wild, like she could smash at the world a thousand

The waves grew crazed as the storm got closer to the
shore, and the wind echoed her despair as it howled around her house. She could
not look away from the water-lashed shore. Transfixed, Danae felt the sizzling
power of the storm wrap itself around her. Exultation rose inside her. The sea
was answering her plea. She felt it. Something was coming. Flowing through her
was the knowledge that her petition would be answered.

The storm ended as abruptly as it began. Danae
sagged down into the seat. She was so sure that it was Neya was answering her
pleas, but the horrid etched-in-stone memories were still there, still present.
She wrapped herself in a soft blanket and wept until she fell asleep.

The sun’s rays spiked through her window and the
calling of the seagulls woke her. A sour taste of disappointment still lingered
in her throat as she staggered to look out the window. Danae still remembered
everything. Her grief and her pain were still utterly wrapped around her soul.
She stared out the window as a bitter tear rolled down her cheek. She was
staring, half blinded by tears when a large lump rolling in the surf caught her
eye. It was getting closer and closer to the shore and Danae realized that this
was the answer the sea was going to give her. She raced out the door. She had
to reach whatever it was before it was too late.

She approached the water and saw red streaks rushing
to meet the retreating waves. Danae stared at the sea’s offering for several
long heart beats, finally realizing it was a man caught in the ocean’s grasp.
He was tumbling in the waves and she dashed forward, soaking herself, but she
was able to drag him to safety. She collapsed next to him, praying she’d been
fast enough to save him. She couldn’t bear another dead face trapped in her

Danae reached over and touched his back. He was
still warm so she rolled him over. He coughed, spitting up water, and moaned
something she didn’t catch. He was too big for her to move any further and she
was paralyzed with indecision. Should I go for help? Would anyone help me even
if they could get here fast enough? She grasped his neck, feeling for his
pulse. She went weak with relief when it beat strong beneath her hand. 

She looked the man up and down, and realized with a
sigh of relief that his wounds were all superficial. Danae shifted to stand,
planning on running to the cottage to grab a blanket, but he moved fast and
seized her hand. She froze as he opened his eyes and his shocking green eyes
locked with hers. His eyes were all the colors of the sea, shifting and


She leaned forward, transfixed, pulled in by the
waves in his eyes. Danae was shocked away from him when his other hand reached
out and grazed her check. An unexpected jolt of passion rolled through her. It
had been so long, she almost didn’t recognize the feelings flooding her body.
Danae jerked away and broke free from his grasp.  I don’t want those feelings, I don’t deserve
them. She rolled back on her heels, further away from the man. He slowly sat
up, his eyes never leaving her face.


Maria & the Angel by Jordan K. Rose 


It was slightly intimidating to stand beside a man so beautiful.
As a woman Maria couldn’t help but compare. Were her eyelashes as long and
thick as Dante’s? Was her skin as flawless? Was her hair as soft? Did she smell
as good?
The answer, of course, was no. She was a werewolf. By design she
had shorter eyelashes and tougher skin, thicker, more durable hair, and her
smell, well, she smelled like a werewolf. She was clean, of course, and smelled
fine to humans and wolves. But other Others commented on the “wolf smell.”
She was no fool. Dante could smell her just as much as any Other,
probably better than anyone. That sort of concern could make even the most
confident woman a little nutty.
Pluses and minuses existed in every being, thus they impacted
every relationship. Personality traits, as well as the specifics of each
species could certainly complicate matters.
There were plenty of elements of Dante she could not ignore. For
instance, his eyes were Otherworldly. Heavenly, even. In all her lifetimes
she’d never seen any like them.
Maximilian, the owner of Seductions, had Caribbean blue eyes that
made everyone look twice. Lovely eyes. She enjoyed looking at him as much as
any woman, but she did not envy the vampire.
Dante’s eyes literally held the view of all the world, all of the
past and the future. He’d seen everything for eons. They were the color of
perfectly polished jade and held flecks of darker green, black, and gold,
giving more depth to his eyes than humanly possible.
Whenever she met his gaze, she felt the pull of centuries. The
hypnotic lure was nearly impossible to resist.
Unfathomable beauty and grace dwelled within those eyes. Years ago
she stopped trying to understand. Instead she learned to think past the angel
factor and think of him as a man.
It was what he wanted, how he advised her to consider him. And so
she did.
She sighed as Dante’s hand made the slow descent down the curves
of her body, lingering over the swell of her breast, and continuing down to her
thigh. He may have been an angel, but he was still a man.


He nestled his chin against her neck, and the gentle puff of his
breath breezed over her skin. “This pleases you.” His deep voice was magical.
Loud enough for only her to hear. A whisper into her soul.


Mate for a Month by Georgette St. Clair


“Thank you for saving my life,” she said to him. “My name is
Eileen Pennyroyal.”As soon as she mentioned her last name, she regretted it. A
lot of people found it intimidating or off-putting. But not this guy,
apparently. He didn’t even react. Was it possible he hadn’t heard of the
Pennyroyals? That would be a refreshing change.
“You’re a shifter,” he growled at her.
“Well, obviously.” The eyes and the scent gave it away, of course.
Her eyes were a startling shade of gold. He just stood there and stared, his
warm breath making puffs of vapor in the chilly morning air. She was
disconcerted. He didn’t seem embarrassed about his nudity; he wasn’t making any
attempt to hide it.
“Why didn’t you shift?”
“What?” she said, rattled. He was really making her nervous. “Do
you need some clothing? I’ve got a sheet in my car – you could wrap yourself in
it.” She hadn’t checked in to the hotel yet, so she still had her suitcases in
the car. She’d packed
1500 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets in case the hotel didn’t
have any.


“Why would I wrap myself in a sheet?” He was staring at her as if
she was crazy, and he was starting to seriously tick her off. First of all, he
was the one standing there starkers with his enormous schlong hanging out, and
he was looking at her funny? And he wasn’t attempting to flirt with her or
charm her at all. Not that she would have gone for it, but still. A girl liked
to have the option.


Fast & the Furriest by Celia Kyle 


Ares never thought he’d say the words in his lifetime, but he
opened his mouth and out they came. “You can’t eat a human just because he
looked at you funny.”
His sister Claire glared at him. “He was gonna pull my tail.”
God save him from paranoid tigers. He closed his eyes and pinched
the bridge of his nose as he asked the obvious question. “Were you wearing your
“No,” she grumbled.
“Then please tell me, by all that is striped and orange, how the
hell did you think he could tug your tail if you weren’t wearing it?” Claire
winced, and he realized he may have been shouting by the time he finished his
But who could blame him? His mother should have killed Claire at
birth. Not because anything was wrong with his sister, but mainly because
twenty-two years later, she was a real pain in Ares’s ass.
He took a deep breath and tried to find some sort of calm. It
hadn’t worked so far, but a man could hope. “Claire, you know how it works, we
all do.”
Mating was a three-step process for tigers. Sex without a condom
to give their partner a few shifter characteristics and see how their
significant other handled those changes. Then a bite made the changes
Neither was the true tie that would complete a mate bond, though.
The most important, the action that once taken could never be reversed, was the
tail-tugging. It went soul deep and formed a bond that only death could break.
With or without bites, that one act couldn’t be revoked. For a tiger to have
their tail pulled, to have that binding forced on them…
Ares’s worst nightmare came to life. They’d been lucky so far, his
tigers keeping to their human forms, but the full moon was so close.
“The humans know it too and all because—”
He knew the end of her sentence and cut her off with a slice of
his hand through the air.
All because of that human bitch you got cozy with.
The human bitch being Ares’s ex, Zoe. Zoe, the luscious bit of
human his tiger still missed. Zoe, with her smile and tinkling laugh. Zoe and…
her camera phone and newspaper connections.
Zoe Reynolds: photographer, reporter, and… Ares’s mate. At least,
he’d thought so. Now she was merely the weapon of his pride’s destruction.
At the moment, his public relations team was working on spinning
the story. They’d been debating revealing the truth versus denying it all, and
then… in came his human-craving sister.
“Claire,” he sighed and leaned forward in his chair, forearms
resting on the edge of his desk. He was tired, so damned tired, and all he
wanted was one moment of peace. “I need you to work with me—”
“And not against me,” his younger sister drawled.
Darcy, the head of his PR team, huffed, drawing his attention  from his sister and reminding him he was
actually in the middle of a meeting and not free to argue. “Look, Claire, it’d
be a good idea to lay low for a while. Stay close to the house.”
“You’re gonna let them drive us from our land?”
“No,” he drew the word out and prayed for patience. “I’m asking
the pride to stay out of the outlying acres while we get a handle on things.
You can still go up the mountain, but avoid the forests closest to town. Stay
away from the hiking paths and areas open to the public.”
He stared Claire down, letting his strength as alpha flow through
the room. Darcy whimpered and looked at the ground, her inner tiger succumbing
to his dominance. Now he waited on his sister. She held his gaze, blue eyes
blazing with determination fueled by anger. Their father was an alpha, the
strongest of the strong, and he’d imbued all of his children with that power.
It was part of the reason she managed to hold his stare for as long as she did,
but she’d submit.
And… there it was. Claire snatched her attention from him and
glared at the wood flooring, tilting her head to the side. She clenched her
jaw, muscles standing out, and he knew she had plenty to say about his orders.
Well, he had too much shit to do to listen to her rant and rave.
His tiger nudged forward, its curiosity piqued by his show of
dominance. It wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Curious cat. “I’m
asking you to be smart and save our mother worry, Claire. I’m asking you to stay
She gritted out, “If she hadn’t—”
“That conversation is done, and the issue is no longer up for
discussion.” He wasn’t going to rehash things every damned day.
His tiger finally understood Ares’s frustration and source of
anger. It was familiar with his sister’s behavior, and as far as Zoe went… the
animal didn’t want to think about her or the mistake they’d nearly made. The
whole situation would have been worse had he allowed Zoe to tug his tail, had
he joined with her permanently.
The cat understood and accepted the situation, but that didn’t
mean it didn’t mourn. With a final flick of its tail, the feline turned its
back on Ares’s human consciousness and padded to the far reaches of his mind,
content to sleep the day away. It’d been like that from the moment he’d read
the article’s headline and byline.
Ladies, like a tiger’s stripes? Tug his tail and keep him forever!
by Zoe Reynolds
Then there’d been a picture, bright and bold, showing off Ares’s
naked body along with several snapshots of his transformation. Oh, there was
appropriate blurring here and there, but they’d gotten the point across.
Just like werewolves, bears, and lions, there were weretigers.
Even worse, tug a tiger’s tail and then the two were suddenly
mated whether the tiger liked it or not. And trying to part a tiger from their
mate could have deadly consequences.
“But, Ares,” Claire whined.
“Claire, if you were any other tiger…”
“You’d have me pinned to the ground already with my scruff between
your teeth.”
He made the threat way too often and didn’t follow through often
enough. Or ever. Dammit. “So help me, I will send you to Arizona. Just see if I
That had her gasping, and her gaze clashed with his once more.
“You’d…” she stuttered. “You’d send me to the desert?”
“They don’t even have trees there!”
“I’m sure they have a few,” he assured her.
“And no marshes. Or swamps! Or caves!”
Ah, the places a tiger liked to play the most. He rose to his feet
and placed his palms on the desk, leaning over the smooth surface. He forced
the cat to come forward and help a guy out. It grumbled, but did as he asked,
shifting his human eyes to tiger yellow. “No. Savannahs.”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasped and clutched her chest.


“I. Would.” Okay, he wouldn’t.



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Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy. She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them. She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writer’s of America (RWA).

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Mina Carter was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spent her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.
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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Marina Maddix is a romantic at heart, but hates closing the bedroom door on her readers. Her stories are sweet, with just enough spice to make your mother blush. She lives with her husband and cat near the Pacific Ocean, and loves to hear from her fans.
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Flora Dare lives in Durham, NC in a cute little pink house, with her husband, Scott and their hellion of a puppy, HaliToeses. She writes love, lust and mayhem in almost every flavor, and like The Pirate Movie, she wants a happy ending, every time!

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Jordan K. Rose
Jordan loves vampires. She also loves to laugh. And if you know anything about Jordan, you know her vampires will make you laugh.
A few years back Jordan received a copy of Twilight from her husband as part of her anniversary gift. By the end of that week she’d read the entire series and moved onto Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book came to her followed very quickly by Eva Prim.
The Eva Prim Series follows the night-to-night escapades of The Demon Mistress, a vampire with the inexplicable ability to call demons. With both full-length novels and short stories the series has a bit of something for everyone.
Jordan’s other books include Black Magic Rose, book one of The Alliance Series, where the world is set in a hospital run by vampires and werewolves; and The Central City Romance Series, where members of The Vampire Guard one-by-one find love in the ruins of the city.
When she’s not writing about one vampire or another Jordan enjoys spending time with her husband, Ken and their lovable Labradors, Dino and Enzo on the beautiful beaches of New England.
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Hello, I am Georgette St. Clair, writer of hot, sexy romances which star all Alpha heroes, all the time. The road to love may be rocky and fraught with peril, (and humor and scorchtastic sex and healthy heapings of snark) but my shifters will stop at nothing to claim the women they love.A little more about me: I live in Florida. I’m a former newspaper reporter, EMT, internet marketer, cocktail waitress, temp, nurse’s aide (not in chronological order)…Now I’m living my perfect life, spending my days in a fantasy universe where I nudge my smart-mouthed, take-no-guff heroines onto the path that will set them on a collision course with true love.

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Lynn Red doesn’t love anything more than being wrapped up in a hammock with her corgi on her stomach and a pile of her favorite books to read. And by “pile of books” she means “a kindle.”
She loves all sorts of romance, but especially ones that feature big, strong alphas who will stop at nothing to prove themselves to the women who melt their hearts.
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Ex-dance teacher, former accountant and erstwhile collectible doll salesperson, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Celia Kyle now writes paranormal romances for readers who:
1) Like super hunky heroes (they generally get furry)
2) Dig beautiful women (who have a few more curves than the average lady)
3) Love laughing in (and out of) bed.
It goes without saying that there’s always a happily-ever-after for her characters, even if there are a few road bumps along the way.
Today she lives in central Florida and writes full-time with the support of her loving husband and two finicky cats.
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Who needs love when you have money?

This has been my motto. This is who I am. Who I’m expected to be.

All of that changed when he walked into my life and made me question everything. As my personal security guard, I can’t escape him or the way he makes me feel.

He makes me laugh.

He makes me second guess my choices.

He makes me want more from life.

I hide in a bed of deception to disguise myself. It used to be enough, but now I’m not so sure.

Can I sacrifice those who depend on me for my own happiness?

I’m Elizabeth Fitzgerald.

I’m a Senator’s wife.

And I hate my life.



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✰✰RELEASE BLITZ✰✰ Pinpoint (The Point Series) by Olivia Luck #ReleaseBlitz @bookenthupromo


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Book Title: Pinpoint (The Point Series)
Author: Olivia Luck
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: June 2016
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All my life I followed the rules. I lived under the iron rule of my father and did what was expected of me.

Until now.

I want to live in the big city. Make new friends. Get a great job. Meet a man that makes me swoon. Fall in love.

Sounds straightforward enough, but making my way in a city of six million isn’t as seamless as I’d hoped. And the man is more sour than sweet.

Something’s got to give. And this time it won’t be me.



A piercing cry echoed through the delivery room as the baby came into the world.

“It’s a girl,” a nurse cried exuberantly.

Exhausted, the child’s mother collapsed onto the stiff white sheets of the hospital mattress while the father watched on in dismay.

Despite the joyous occasion, the father’s mood was remarkably dour. Another one? he thought grimly. Neither of his daughters would be able to take his place at the head of his Baptist congregation.

There was nothing to it.

They would have to have another child. The plan began forming in his mind even as he went through the motions of drumming up a pleased expression. Father had his attention wrapped so tightly around how to get a male heir to carry on his lineage that he almost didn’t notice the flurry of activity teeming around his wife.

Something was terribly wrong. His eyes darted to where a nurse placed his daughter in a clear-sided case as activity swarmed around him. Another nurse hooked her arm around his elbow to lead him out of the delivery room and into the hallway. Dimly, he acknowledged her words – bleeding, emergency, infection, surgery.

In the waiting area, his escort gently deposited him in a hard plastic chair and then scurried off, promising to return with news. Closing in on two in the morning, he realized the room was nearly empty. His other daughter was at home with one of the parishioners from his church, unbeknownst to the struggle her mother faced. Slumping forward, Father rested his elbows on his knees, dropped his head into his outstretched palms, and waited, silently praying for the life of his wife.

Later – he wasn’t sure how much time had passed – the grim-face doctor strode into the waiting room and called his name.

“My wife?” he choked to the man clad in dark blue surgical scrubs.

“She’s resting comfortably in the recovery room.”

“What happened?” Father wasn’t one to tremble, but at this moment, his voice shook. He couldn’t lose her. No other woman was worthy to fulfill the role of his wife.

The doctor began a lengthy medical discussion of what had occurred. Most of the terminology passed outside his understanding of medicine, but he was too proud to ask the doctor to explain.

He understood one word.

“Unfortunately, we had to perform a hysterectomy,” the doctor said gently. “She will never be able to have children again.”

A silent fury crept through him at the injustice of the situation. But he could not reveal the full depth of his emotion. He was a respected member of the community; as the pastor, the community called upon him for weddings, funerals, counseling … No, he could not scream at the doctor for butchering his wife’s body. He could not wail because he would never have the son that he’d dreamed of his entire adult life.

“Come back and see your wife. We’ll bring your daughter in. She’s doing beautifully. Do you have a name picked out?” the doctor said, reading the pastor’s silence as shock.

The pastor cleared his throat. His lips pressed into a taut line. “My wife selects the names for the girls.” He kept his voice to a murmur; afraid any inflection would betray his disbelief and disdain for another girl. Was it so much for a man of faith to want a son to carry on his family name and heritage? He was a pastor, his father was a pastor, his father’s father was a pastor, and so forth. The only way to control who would take over his congregation would be by selecting a husband for one of his daughters. He wasn’t opposed to the notion, but he would prefer to have a son to mold into the ideal successor.

Fighting a sigh, the pastor dutifully entered the hospital room where his fatigued wife lay with a bundle of pink blanket on her breast. He moved to her side, making the appropriate cooing noises, and stroked his hand over the child’s wispy blond strands of hair. It wasn’t as if he had no feelings at all for the baby girl. She evoked a sense of pride and a corner of softness in his heart, but she wasn’t what he truly wanted.

“What would you like to call her?” His voice sounded rough like sandpaper when he spoke. Thankfully, none of the nurses in the room or his wife took notice, likely assuming his wife’s near-death experience had left him tired and shaken.

“Iris,” his wife said resolutely. “My baby girls are my flowers. I already have a Violet and now an Iris.” She gazed at the child with such love and affection, the pastor momentarily wondered if he was looking at this scenario backward. His wife survived the traumatic birth and held their healthy daughter in their arms. What more could he ask for?

A son.


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Olivia Luck calls Chicago home. She loves traveling with her husband, baking for her parents, and taking walks with her dog. Olivia started writing when she was eight and paused to dabble in various other pursuits like dance and piano. In the end, she always came back to her pen and notebook.

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✰✰RELEASE BLITZ✰✰ Distracting Ace (International Heroes BK1) by Caroline Bell Foster #ReleaseBlitz @bookenthupromo


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Book Title: Distracting Ace (International Heroes BK1)
Author: Caroline Bell Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 29th 2016
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A kiss. A promise. A mistake.

Hollywood stuntman Ace had life changing decisions to make and time was running out. Bleakly, he saw a future of always being different, that was, until he met British beauty Nina Mae. Her enthusiasm for life was addictive.

Rich, party girl, Nina Mae was in love. But a demand to come home early and a simple mistake, changed the course of both their lives.

Would she ever get back to America? Or were they destined to be two people who met and enjoyed one unbelievable weekend, tied by the repercussions of those hours. Or was she simply his distraction?


“Tell me about your life Nina Mae.” Ace invited.

“I’m a golden child. Very much a daddy’s girl and a mummy’s darling.” She began conversationally, not the least bit embarrassed by her admission. “Spoilt. An only child of only children. There’s just my mum and my dad and little ole me, but I’m not a brat.” She told him. “I’m an Essex girl. Do you know what that is?”


She smiled at him. “You’ll have to visit me in England to find out.” She went on. “Are you going to dance with me?”

He scowled. “No.”

“Why not?” She pressed.

He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at her again, Nina realised it was his way of telling her to shut the hell up.

“Let’s play a game,” she said instead, determined to get her own way. “If I win we dance and if you win you get to ask whatever you want.”

Ace pulled in a deep breath and let it out in a noisy whoosh. Why was he still here, he thought, but already knowing the answer. She wanted him, had made it damn obvious with all the nervous chatter and hair flicking. She was desperate enough to keep him guessing and he was curious enough, egotistical enough, to want to know how this would play out. “What’s the game?”

“Things that go together,” she explained. “But as pairs.”


“Yeah. For example I have to say something that is always referred to in a pair, like Kings and Queens and bricks and mortar, things like that.”

Ace shook his head, he’d never come across anyone so complex and playful in his life. But he was game. The pub was emptying and if he lost, it would be no hardship to wheel around by the table pretending to dance. Jesus Christ, this is what his life had become, playing fucking party games to get his ego stroked.

“You start,” he ordered. “Wait,” he held up his hand. “How many pairs to win?”

“How about until one of us stops?”


“Left and right. Your turn.

This was going to be so easy he thought. “Brush and comb.”

They played for almost fifteen minutes, Ace was really getting into it, but knew he was going to lose. She was just too good and too fast. He eventually faltered and she clapped her hands, declaring herself the winner, of course. His lips twitched into a smile.

“Come on.” She stood quickly, eagerly heading over to the dance floor, but turned back when she saw that he hadn’t moved.

“Not out there,” he said. “Here.”

“Okay.” Nina agreed.

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Winner of the prestigious Diva Author of the Year, Caroline Bell Foster was born in Derby, England and with her family went on a six week holiday to Jamaica. She stayed for 18 years!

Ever the adventurer, Caroline bought her first pair of high heels in Toronto and traded her pink sunglasses for a bus ride in the Rift Valley at 18.

The multi-award winning author has come full circle and lives just twelve miles from where she was born in Nottingham England, with her college sweetheart David, their two children and head of the household Naomi the cat.

For Caroline, writing isn’t just about ensuring her readers enjoy a story, it’s about sharing a culture, even if it isn’t her own. With themes of substance, Caroline’s latest novels’ defy convention and celebrate modern day Britain with several titles set primarily in The East Midlands, where she shares her love for the three main cities and the surrounding ‘shires’ with her readers.

Caroline is also the author of the Amazon Bestselling Call Centre Series, Call Me Royal and Call Me Lucky, where she pays tribute to all those who work the night shift in call centres as she has done.
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Release Tour :: Defending Hayden

Title: Defending Hayden 
Series: A Second Chances Novel
Author: LP Dover
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 28, 2016
Publisher: Random House 
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No one’s tougher than Carolina Cougars linebacker Derek McLaughlin. But when a fatal car accident claims the life of his girlfriend, Derek finds himself caught in a destructive spiral of drugs, alcohol, and meaningless sex. But not even a string of one-night stands can ease the hurt. Football is all he has left. Then fate leads him back to the scene of the crash, and into the arms of a kind, gorgeous woman who sees past his façade to the man he once was . . . and can be again.

When a chance roadside encounter brings Derek into her life, veterinarian Hayden Hunter isn’t fooled by his bad attitude: All bark and no bite, he’s hiding a wounded heart beneath that gruff demeanor. And Hayden wants to be the one to kiss it all better. Soon they both find that a dose of passion is potent medicine. But when a hidden enemy lashes out at Hayden, Derek steps up to do what he does best: put his body on the line in the name of love.

“Sexy and emotional with characters you will root for, Defending Hayden is a great addition to the Second Chances series!”—Elisabeth Barrett, author of the Return to Briarwood series

“Defending Hayden is a smart and heartwarming story that is impossible to put down. Throw in a sexy football player and some lovable animals and you’re all set.”—Stina Lindenblatt, author of This One Moment

Guilt plagued me and I felt sick. Getting out of bed, I paced the room, running my hands angrily through my hair. I didn’t want to hurt Hayden. Keeping her away would protect her from my life. She was bound to leave me anyway. I’d fuck up somehow and it would ruin her. What the hell was I talking about? I’d already fucked her up.
“Derek?” Her voice was like honey, silky and sweet. I’d imagined what it would be like to hear that voice screaming my name as I fucked her over and over. Last night had been the best night of my life, but it had scared the shit out of me. I couldn’t shake it. “Derek, are you okay?” she asked. Stopping midstep, I turned to face her, and her eyes widenened when she got a glimpse of my face. I could only imagine what she saw. So many emotions battled inside me. She held the blanket to her chest, and her lips trembled. “Please tell me this wasn’t just a game to you,” she whispered.
Swallowing hard, I sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her. She recoiled from my touch. “None of this was a game, Hayden. Last night was fucking amazing.”
Her eyes glistened, but her jaw was firm. “Then why are you looking at me like that? Like you regret what we did.”
I wanted to touch her, but last night had been my only chance. She’d never let me close to her again. “I don’t regret it, but eventually you will. You’re not the only one who’s lost someone they cared about. I can’t go through it again. It’s best to stop this before it goes any further.”
“Any further?” she scoffed. She waved her arm around the room, her anger so thick I could cut it with a knife. “If you didn’t want it to go any further, then why did you bring me here? Why would you do that to me?”
“Because I care about you,” I said, knowing it made no sense to her.
“Then why are you pushing me away?” she cried.
Standing, I got up and walked over to the window. “You wouldn’t understand.”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols.

Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, the Society X series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency and Italia Gandolfo of Gandolfo Helin & Fountain Literary Management for dramatic rights.