Red Night

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Red Night by RK Close

Release Date: May 10, 2016

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Blitz: May 11, 2016

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For five hundred years I have feasted on the blood of the innocent.

For centuries I have seduced beautiful victims into my bed.

And all this time, I have never gone without…

I am Zachariah…

While enduring endless days as an immortal, only one urge soothes my savage need.

Blood.

I have consumed countless humans—I have witnessed mountains of corpses piled beneath my feet. But none more significant than the woman I once loved.

My heart was not the only one she captured, but it would be the last…

An inferior creature turned her heart against me—Adam. Such a pathetic identity to be named after the original creation of God, and always besting me in life. But in death—I am king.

I am far more treacherous.

I should be feared.

I demand to be remembered.

And I am, for being known as the immortal who slayed the woman we both loved, and my rampage continues…

Now in the scorching desert, I find prey well worth the chase…

Samantha.

And my interest in this mortal runs deep. Adam has pursued me over the globe in search of revenge—but his own weaknesses have made him vulnerable. He’s taken to the striking mortal, which means only one thing.

She will be my next target.

But this time, not for the taste of blood. I will take her as my own mate, and neither Adam, or anyone else, will stop me…

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Dirty little secrets are my bread and butter. Everyone has them, and exposing what people try to hide is how I make my living.

I’ve always liked to watch people, study them, and unravel their mysteries. Give me a few minutes and I’ll know if they’re happy, sad, needy, or insecure.

People are easy for me to read and far too predictable. Money, sex, and power are prime motivating factors, at least for the people I’m hired to expose. Tonight, I’m doing just that.

Busy shoppers move past me as if they’re running out of time. With the holiday hours at the Scottsdale Fashion Mall, they’re feeding their retail addiction late into the evening.

Thanksgiving hasn’t even passed, yet Christmas sales and shopping have begun in full force. I’m not interested in the shoppers or the sales. My focus is on the Tiffany & Co. store across from where I sit. A certain female shopper named Rebecca Tanner stopped in there about twenty minutes ago and still hasn’t emerged. I’m tempted to follow her inside and see what the heck she’s doing, but keeping a low profile will make my job easier.

The coffee in my cup is now cold and my stomach is rumbling loudly because I missed dinner. Just as I’m growing bored and restless, a tall attractive woman with long auburn hair walks out of the store. She’s on the arm of a dark-haired man wearing a gray tailored suit. Both look as though they belong on the cover of a magazine instead of shopping at the mall, but they do make a striking pair. He has movie star quality written all over him. It makes him stand out like a sore thumb.

The redhead smiles and leans into him. Her eyes never leave him, but he appears preoccupied with leading her swiftly through the crowd. Her companion appears detached or aloof. Rebecca is my target tonight, but he’s the surprise.

Where did you come from, Mystery Man?

Tossing my coffee in the trash and grabbing my fake shopping bag from Victoria’s Secret, I begin to follow them.

Mystery Man’s dark hair catches the light and gives him an unearthly glow. With broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist, even his expensive suit can’t hide his long muscled legs. He has an air of confidence in the way he holds himself that causes shoppers to quickly part around him—many stopping to stare or catch a second look. Nobody is moving for me and I’m forced to dodge bodies in order to keep up.

I’m not easily surprised. This evening may have developed an interesting twist, a bump in the road. I love bumps and twists because they make life and especially work, more interesting.

The couple turns down a long hallway that leads to the public restrooms but they continue through metal doors marked, ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY.’ Without slowing my pace, I ditch the shopping bag and pull my long hair into a quick, messy bun. Before I reach the doors, I’ve pulled a solid black apron from my bag and slipped it over my head. This apron is the best ten dollars I’ve ever spent. It gets me into all sorts of places. Add a fake name tag and I’m unstoppable.

Good thing I’m not wearing heels tonight.

Through the doors is another dimly lit, industrial hall with many gray metal doors. There is a stark difference between the lights, color, and holiday music of the festive mall to the colorless, sterile feel of this corridor.

Moving purely on instinct, I head left down the hall and around a corner. There I find a door marked ‘EXIT.’ Not knowing what’s on the other side, I stop to compose myself. Easing the door open, a burst of cool air hits me as I peer into a dark concrete jungle also known as the underground parking garage. I’m parked down here, but I can’t say where because I’ve never been to this area before.

Lighting down here is worse than in the hallway I came from. There is no visual end, only a dark abyss in both directions. There are no bustling shoppers at the moment, and the cars are still. The silence is a creepy reminder that I’ve left the security of the mall.

My head snaps in the direction of a slight sound, somewhere to my left. The sound may have come from one of the corners where the light doesn’t touch. Narrowing my eyes, I focus all of my senses on the blackness but I’m unable to make out more than inky shadows.

They didn’t have time to leave, so where are they?

I’m considering pulling out my small flashlight and shining it into car windows, when I hear it again: a slight scraping sound coming from the dark corner.

Gotcha.

In case I’m being watched, I pretend not to hear as I walk in the opposite direction. Turning a corner, I crouch behind a row of cars and work my way back. At times like this, I sometimes wish my legs weren’t so long.

My hiding spot is roughly sixty feet away from the suspicious sound, behind a dark sedan. Two forms that blend into one finally take shape in the dense shadows. Rebecca Tanner is one busy gal. I guess having an affair with my client’s husband is not enough for her. We can add hooking up with random men at the mall to her resume.

Cheating on the cheater is poetic justice at its finest.

There was a time when spying on unknowing individuals would cause me embarrassment or guilt. After all, it’s like I’m digging around in people’s dirty laundry. Eventually, my skin got thicker and my sensibilities became…less sensitive.

It’s not like I ask people to cheat on their spouse or steal from their company. Some people might call me a voyeur. I’m not, but I gain a great deal of satisfaction finding answers to questions and giving my clients closure.

I’m hoping this twosome doesn’t go X-rated on me, so I pull out my camera with a telephoto lens and set the aperture to pull as much light as possible without using the flash. I lift the camera to my eye, start to focus on the couple, and—

What I originally perceived as a passionate embrace now looks suspicious. Rebecca’s back is toward me. Mystery-Man has a hand intertwined in her long red hair, holding the back of her head. His face is buried in her neck and the other hand has a death grip on her arm.

That’s going to leave a mark. If he keeps this up, she’ll be wearing long sleeves and turtlenecks for weeks.

All the popular Hollywood visions of vampires pop into my head and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Of all the silly things to think about. Those types of movies have never been my thing, but I’ve seen a few.

I prefer comedies.

Pop culture seems to like its romance with a touch of horror and violence mixed in. I’ve never understood the attraction, myself.

Still, my stomach feels uneasy, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It’s not like me to let my imagination run away. I’m a professional, after all.

I knew it was too late for that coffee.

Still, I have the nagging feeling I’m witnessing a crime. Only I’m not sure what crime it is. Death by hickey?

I’m cracking myself up tonight. Definitely too much caffeine.

My current client hired me to prove that her husband is having an affair with another woman. He is, and Rebecca Tanner is the other woman. My client’s husband stands to lose his marriage of twenty-four years and a great deal of his wealth because of his affair with Ms. Tanner. How I would love to be a fly on the wall when the lawyer presents him with these photos! Revenge won’t mend my client’s broken heart but it might help that bitter pill to go down easier.

Nights like these, I feel like an avenging angel—minus the wings.

It may not be angelic making a living exposing cheaters, liars, and thieves, but the money is good. I set my own schedule, and enjoy most of the challenges that my career presents. Challenges such as how to get out of here before clothing items start to fly and this scene becomes pornographic.

Click!

Right as I press the button to take the first of many incriminating pictures, Mystery Man’s head rises a fraction as his eyes lock on me. I think my heart skipped a beat or two.

Oh, crap! He couldn’t possibly hear that.

But there he is, looking right at me. I’ve never felt so naked or exposed.

With his lips still on her neck, his gaze never leaves me. Panic rises in my chest. Neither of us move for what feels like an eternity. Even without help from the telephoto lens, I can clearly see his eyes in the darkness. Some trick of the light causes them to glow.

Without breaking our stare, I shove my camera in my purse as I prepare to rise and run for it. I only release his stare when I’m ready to run.

My foot catches on my apron and I stumble, landing on my hands and knees, my bag still gripped in my fingers. My hair has fallen out of its messy bun and hangs in my face. I can’t see a damn thing. Frantically, I shove my hair out of my way but when I do, I see he’s reached me first. Somehow he’s breached the distance between us and stands a mere car’s length away.

What the hell?

He starts to move toward me with a lethal grace. Judging by his size and the way his body moves, my defense skills will only prolong the inevitable. I find his eyes are a distraction.

They’re the bluest I’ve ever seen.

A savage look on his handsome face tells me it’s about to get ugly.

Did he growl at me?

I’m reminded of a panther moving in for the kill from some nature show. Under any other circumstance, I would admire someone his size maneuvering this gracefully. His movements are fluid and perfect like a well-choreographed dance.

Does Death dance? I’m about to find out.

Like a deer in the headlights, I freeze. What a surprise that all my self-defense training flies out the window. My limbs refuse to move and my throat feels like I’ve been days without water. Frozen by fear, my traitorous body refuses to obey my mental commands. I can’t even scream.

Like a predator, he senses my fear and reacts to it. Just when I think I’m dead, a group of young men burst from the stairwell laughing and talking loudly. “Blue Eyes,” as I’m naming him, stops his advance and slowly, reluctantly pulls his gaze from me to glare in the direction of the young men.

Once he looks away, something in me clicks and I immediately move into action. My body feels awkward at first, as though I’m moving through water. Finding my missing voice, I yell at the group of men, even as I begin running toward them. “Hey, you guys want to help a girl out?” My voice sounds raspy and hoarse.

My unintentional rescuers look startled but alert. The foursome looks over my shoulder to see who I’m running from. Their faces register concern but not the reaction I’m expecting. Confused, I glance over my shoulder to find Blue Eyes is gone and so is Rebecca. I spin around in a circle but it’s as if they’ve vanished into thin air.

So why don’t I feel safe?

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About the Author:

Hello! I’m RK Close, author of the ‘Vampire Files Trilogy’. ‘Red Night’ is the first book in the series. I write paranormal-romance & urban-fantasy with a hint of darkness and a dash of humor. Creating characters that my readers will fear, fall in love with, despise or cheer for, is what I love most about writing.

Ann Rice gets all the credit for my vampire addiction which started in my early twenties. Like so many others, I fell in love with her vampires first.

Originally from Kentucky, I’ve lived most of my life in Arizona where I met and married my true love. We were late to the game so we knocked out three ankle-biters in quick succession. We often joke that parenthood saved us from ourselves. Now we need to be saved from parenthood. *just kidding* We love our darling spawn.

When I’m not writing, I’m taking care of a busy family, dragging my butt to CrossFit, thinking about my stories or spending time with family and friends. My dream is to sell enough books to hire someone to clean our house and cook our meals. Okay, maybe that’s my family’s dream. I tend to get a little obsessed when I write.

Truthfully, I would love the opportunity to pull you into my world of strong independent females, mysterious vampires, noble hunters, hungry werewolves and seductive yet deadly fae. If you like paranormal-romance in a modern-urban setting with plenty of romantic tension, mystery and suspense, then my novels were written for you.

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Rich Love by Zoe Adams

Genre: Billionaire Romance, Western Romance

Release: October, 2014

Publisher: Limitless Publishing

Book Blitz: May 17, 2016

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Rich Love is book one in “The Billionaires Series”. All three books have recurring characters but can be read in any order.

The fresh prairie wind brings someone new to the ranch.

Royce and Susanna both know how to enjoy life. Together they indulge in Rich Love.

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Susanna felt a nervousness that needed soothing. She had felt their itchy eyes upon her for the last ten minutes. It was a lot for her to bear and entertain people in the middle of a long work day. She smiled at them and carefully shut the door of her truck. Royce had stepped around the car and was walking toward her. They met in the middle of the road and faced each other.

Once they were together, they both stood very straight and almost leaned into each other, in a full posture and full attention sort of way.

“I wanted to thank you properly.” Royce’s voice was smooth on the wind.

Susanna smiled politely and said, “You’re welcome, but there is no need to thank me. It happened days ago, and I’m pretty busy.”

“’ Pretty’ would be damn correct.” Royce smoothed his lapel like he wanted to touch something and had just remembered his jacket at the last minute. “If you are always this pretty when you’re busy, then you might be heading into pretty big trouble with me.”

Susanna’s breath hitched with his bluntness. Here it was already, his expectations and complete comfort in being a lady’s man. Susanna readjusted herself to a more stand-off pose. “I wouldn’t think that.” Susanna kept her face calm and honest. “You don’t look like the farming or ranching type.”

Royce looked at her for a serious moment, before releasing a short laugh. “Neither do you. Even right now, after working in a field, you look like you should be out shopping, or enjoying the good life.”

He looked down at her dress in apparent appreciation. She knew he was right to tell her she was overdressed for yard work. Her dress was a Sunday dress. It was worn because of comfort, even if it was over-stylish. Susanna had gotten used to being different, but it was a new experience to share her work clothes with a man. The eyes that met Susanna’s were full of questions. Royce looked full of information and testosterone. Susanna thwarted him with her brain.

“Well,” she said and looked over his shoulder toward his friends in the road, “it looks like you’re an expert on the good life.”

Royce nodded with a jerk of his head. In her mind it was not the high compliment that Royce was receiving. For the second time, Susanna got the impression that Royce demanded a lot from the people around him, and extra care and planning for him was part of a package deal.

His friends were setting up chairs and a table in her private gravel road. Royce stepped aside and put his arm out for Susanna. She had no choice but to walk to the table and be entertained by a guest. It was an unusual feeling for her to be surprised by people’s actions, and it made her extra aware. She stepped lightly on the road and looked at Royce.

He was smiling widely and ready to introduce her to his friends. “This is my driver, George. You may remember him from the other night.” Royce held his hand out to the guy closest.

He smiled at Susanna when he held out his plain hand. “It’s nice to meet a woman with lots of diesel and horsepower.”

That was probably the best compliment he could have given her, and she smiled back widely.

Royce interrupted, “Hey, no stealing my girl.”

Susanna stiffened at the ownership he had already put on her. She looked at Royce quietly, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was already pointing at the other two people who were putting a few things on the table.

The introductions were made, and Susanna knew the ball was in her court. She felt like the outsider, and the reverse of facts was heavy on her mind. She liked to entertain people in her home, not in a field, and she looked around hesitantly.

“Come on,” Royce said, holding out his hand to the table. “Let’s sit down and talk.”

Susanna sat down in the nearest chair. Royce walked around to the other side of the table. Instead of sitting across from her, he picked up the chair and moved it right beside her. He sat down and eyed her heavily.

“Do you always pack a gun?” he asked.

“All of the time when I’m at home. The prairie has a lot of snakes, wolves, coyotes, groundhogs.” Susanna shrugged for emphasis. “There are other things.”

“That’s very smart of you,” Royce said, nodding.

“I’m a safety girl,” Susanna said and clamped her jaw.

“That’s a very desirable trait in a woman.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” Susanna questioned.

“No, I was born in France.” Royce’s voice became more distant.

“Where do you live?”

“I have houses all over the place.” Royce grinned and then slipped into a cowboy drawl. “I even have a house in that there yonder city.” Hearing that voice come from a sophisticated man caught Susanna off-guard, and she giggled.

The sound of Susanna laughing wiped the joke off of his face. He looked at her very seriously, and a little in shock. She stopped laughing and looked at him. When she sat back, she let her whole body completely relax. She lowered her eyes to his hands and tried to picture what he used them for. Susanna couldn’t imagine him working. She raised her eyes back up to his face. Royce seemed to be reading her mind, and he blurted out, “I’m a scientist.”

Susanna was in constant shock around him. She wondered if every day with him was a daze.

Royce moved his hand over to her knee and continued, “Actually, I am more like a mineralogist. I study rocks, gems, dirt, and gold.” He picked up her boot and slipped her foot out of it. “There are a lot of things I like, and once I like them, I study them.”

Adams, Zoe (2014-10-21). Rich Love (The Billionaires Club Book 1) (pp. 46-47). Limitless Publishing LLC. Kindle Edition.

About the Author:

Zoe Adams currently resides in Hawaii. She was born to a big family in the center of North America. A family store gave a lot of human interaction and work experience from a very young age.

Her mother gave a love for books, paper, pens, and any other creative mediums. Her father instilled work ethic for making, repairing, or polishing things until they shine. There was a lot of competition in the large family and Zoe learned how to tell a good story with few words.

When not writing she manages vacation rentals in world renowned Lanikai Beach. She can be found on the beach or kayaking with her husband and partner of thirteen years. They have no children but are perfectly content to spoil a dog.

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Review Quotes:

Rich Love from Zoe Adams was a great 4 star read. Romance, Hot alpha billionaire, Strong country girl. He looked like a man who was used to having women swoon over him. Rich Love was a very enjoyable read. If you like to read a great romance this is a book for you. Thank you Zoe Adams, I look forward to reading more from this great author.

This is my first book by this author, and I really enjoyed it. Susanna is a young widow, and lives a quiet life. She first meets Royce when he hits a deer on his motorcycle. He’s rich, and not her type at all. Royce feels an instant connection with her, and decides he has to make her his. She keeps him at arms length, and he does his best to show her that he’s willing to get his hands dirty by helping her on the ranch. Will Royce be able to get her to give him a chance?

Rich Love is a sweet read. The character development is very good, with a well written story line that flows well. I couldn’t turn the pages quickly enough. There is a bit of a twist added in, and overall a fun and consistent read. I can’t wait to read more by Zoe Adams.

DEFYING DESTINY

“You don’t know what you’re alive for until you know what you’d die for.”
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DEFYING DESTINY by Shelly Morgan
Forsaken Sinners MC Series #3
Cover Designer: TOJ Publishing Services
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Twenty-six-year-old Louie Creighton knows there is something inside him he can’t control…
Ever since he can remember, Louie has had a short fuse. People always said he’d amount to nothing. He wasn’t smart enough to get into college. He wasn’t tough enough to be a Marine. No one believed in him.
 
No one except his father, Mike Creighton…
Louie’s father always taught him to turn the other cheek. He was a true mentor, teaching him how to be a man in a world of cowards. But when his father is murdered the day after scratching a winning lottery ticket, Louie’s inner monster can’t be contained. He becomes determined to track down the suspect at any cost. All along, he struggles to live by his father’s motto—To find out what you live for, you have to discover what you’d die for.
 
Then he meets Harlow McPherson…
Her entire life has been a battle. Harlow grew up in the system, bouncing from one foster home to the next. Most weren’t that bad, but some were hell.
The only comfort was the fact she wasn’t alone. Her twin brother, Hendrix, was always there—until he took his own life years later, abandoning Harlow in a cruel world. Unable to forgive, it’s Louie who reminds her there’s still hope.
 
When Louie unleashes his inner monster, and Harlow finally faces her demons, will they lose themselves to the darkness, or risk it all Defying Destiny?
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Book 1: Rewriting Destiny: http://amzn.to/1MAjRMg
Book 2: Fighting Destiny: http://amzn.to/1ReitV4
Book 2.5: Born Into Destiny: http://amzn.to/1RIIDLq
════ MEET AUTHOR SHELLY MORGAN ════ 
I grew up in a small town in Iowa. I have 2 older sisters and amazing parents. Growing up, I was always a daddy’s girl, hanging out with him in the garage, fishing, and building stuff. I loved to play softball and swimming, but reading, telling stories, and writing were my passion, even at a young age. I took a break from writing for a while, but you could always find me with a book in my hand.
I have three children – two boys and a girl. They are my whole world. Even when I’m having the worst day ever, they brighten up my day and make me smile.
A few years ago, there was this story that would always play out in my head and no matter how many times I went through it, from beginning to end, it would never fade. So I decided to put it on paper. I didn’t plan on publishing it, but when it was almost done, a friend asked to read it. She said it was a story that needed to be shared. And that’s what started my writing career.
I love all genres of books, and even though I started with writing MC Romance, I have a whole book of ideas, so you can expect more from me than just MC, though romance is in my blood.
Even though I currently work two jobs, my ultimate dream is to become a full time author. I want to be able to spend my days filling pages with stories. I want to be the reason people find a reason to smile or laugh from lines on a page. Reading a book allows me to live in someone else’s shoes, even if only for a few minutes. It’s a way to leave my life and troubles behind and I want to be help others do that as well.

BORN INTO DESTINY

“Destiny isn’t made, it’s born.”
BORN INTO DESTINY by Shelly Morgan
Forsaken Sinners MC Series, #2.5
Coming April 5th from Limitless Publishing!
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An uncertain future is all Dani DeChenne ever expected—and she was right. 
A woman usually has a sixth sense about being pregnant. But a tattoo artist who never intended on being a mother—not so much. Instead, she passes out at the gym, and her boyfriend, Zane Hendricks, is the first to find out while she is still unconscious.
To say Zane is over the moon would be an understatement. But Dani’s lonely childhood with an absent mother makes her afraid of becoming a parent herself. What if she sucks at it and her child ends up hating her?
With every fear, there’s hope for a brighter future. 
Once Dani gets over the shock, her heart is set on the family she and Zane will build together. But the bliss is short-lived as her pregnancy progresses and Zane’s duties keep him away. Depression sets in, and Dani feels more alone than ever.
It isn’t until an old high school friend drifts into town that Dani has someone to talk to. Jax Reynolds is there on business, looking for a permanent job in security. When Zane catches wind of some guy hanging around his pregnant girlfriend, hospitality flies out the window. But by some miracle, the three become good friends, and Dani finally has the stability she always wanted.
Or so she thought. 
When tragedy strikes, every second makes the difference between a bright future or a disastrous fate. And beyond the immediate danger threatening to ruin Dani and Zane’s lives, an even more treacherous secret might be the one thing that can destroy it all forever.
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TOJ Publishing Services
════ Forsaken Sinners MC Series ════
Book 1: Rewriting Destiny: http://amzn.to/1MAjRMg
Book 2: Fighting Destiny: http://amzn.to/1ReitV4
════ MEET AUTHOR SHELLY MORGAN ════ 
I grew up in a small town in Iowa. I have 2 older sisters and amazing parents. Growing up, I was always a daddy’s girl, hanging out with him in the garage, fishing, and building stuff. I loved to play softball and swimming, but reading, telling stories, and writing were my passion, even at a young age. I took a break from writing for a while, but you could always find me with a book in my hand.
I have three children – two boys and a girl. They are my whole world. Even when I’m having the worst day ever, they brighten up my day and make me smile.
A few years ago, there was this story that would always play out in my head and no matter how many times I went through it, from beginning to end, it would never fade. So I decided to put it on paper. I didn’t plan on publishing it, but when it was almost done, a friend asked to read it. She said it was a story that needed to be shared. And that’s what started my writing career.
I love all genres of books, and even though I started with writing MC Romance, I have a whole book of ideas, so you can expect more from me than just MC, though romance is in my blood.
Even though I currently work two jobs, my ultimate dream is to become a full time author. I want to be able to spend my days filling pages with stories. I want to be the reason people find a reason to smile or laugh from lines on a page. Reading a book allows me to live in someone else’s shoes, even if only for a few minutes. It’s a way to leave my life and troubles behind and I want to be help others do that as well.