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Blog Host - Jacqueline Anne

Posted on 12 July, 2015 at 10:00 Comments comments (0)

YAY! Jacqueline Anne's back on my blog with another release...she's a busy lady.

What with wriring, she is also training for her upcoming fitness competition, she is also a busy mother of two who battles on a daily basis with health issues. (I know she won't mind me saying that) 







Mia Bell Anna, Sweet Lovers 3

 

Anna Bryant is a beautiful and talented woman who is completely focused on building her interior design company.

Sexy nightclub owner and personal trainer, Cole Turner, owns Twilight Enterprises with his brother. They hired Anna Bryant Designs to design their first club and is ready for her to start the next one.

Anna Bryant is a beautiful and talented woman who is completely focused on building her interior design company.

 

Sexy nightclub owner and personal trainer, Cole Turner, owns Twilight Enterprises with his brother. They hired Anna Bryant Designs to design their first club and is ready for her to start the next one.

 

But that’s not all he’s ready for. Cole wants Anna, despite complications which can arise when mixing business with pleasure. Anna is hesitant at first, but moves forward on her own terms. They enjoy experiencing each other and their relationship develops quickly - perhaps a bit too fast for comfort.

 

When police move in to investigate Twilight Enterprises, Cole and Anna’s professional and personal affairs pull her and her business under the microscope as well, possibly jeopardizing all she has worked for.

 

Will Cole be cleared and get Anna back? Can Anna put their hardships aside to realize they are meant to be together?


 

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All of You - Sweet Lovers 1


 

Alayna Taylor is a dedicated wife, loving mother, and opened her dream business. A tragic accident overturns her perfect life. Pushing through, she finds strength to move on as a mother and business owner. Then she looks for what she wants as a woman and pursues the man of her erotic dreams, her children’s doctor.

 

Adam Bryant is a caring, gentle man, the perfect pediatrician. He has dedicated his life to caring for others and always followed the “everything happens for a reason” motto. A text from his patients’ mother has him ringing her doorbell.

 

Alayna is clear that she is a package deal and protects her heart and kids. Adam discovers a hungry sexual side that only she brings out of him with her strength and seductive ways. He is determined to show Alayna how much he cares about all of her with his thoughtful, mind blowing surprises.

 

Both Alayna and Adam find themselves wanting a whole lot more.

 

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Letting Go - Sweet Lovers 2

 

Sexy stock broker, Mike Foerster, was used to playing the field until he met Catherine Beckitt, the gorgeous business manager of the New York Empires’ baseball stadium.

 

Catherine is a successful, hardworking professional. She has kept her past a secret since the day she left her hometown nearly twelve years ago.

 

They were enjoying each other and taking their relationship slow when Mike received a phone call about his job changing. The confidentiality agreement would force him to lie to his loved ones and Catherine. He couldn’t do it and broke up with her on New Year’s.

 

Fast forward three months, Mike still couldn’t get her out of his mind. He spots her on opening day and she still took his breath away. Their chemistry was even hotter once he convinced her to see him again.

 

Will Mike’s job tear them apart or will Catherine’s haunted past come back to destroy her? Only trust and time will tell.

 

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Awakening the Willow’s Heart


 

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Posted on 12 June, 2015 at 0:40 Comments comments (0)



Today I have M.Levesque on my blog



Bad Larry and the Divorcee

Riya's divorce gift to herself is to rescue a dog. Riya and Bad Larry meet and instantly bond over their mutual hatred of men. She promises Bad Larry that she will never let anyone hurt him again if he promises not to let her bring home any men in a moment of hormonal weakness. The plan works perfectly...almost too perfectly, as she's met a sexy detective that is 2/3 of the way to being a superhero. Lucky for Riya, Jaden isn't giving up, despite her warnings of owning a man hating dog. Jaden's got his work cut out for him. He not only has to impress the divorcee but her twelve pound bodyguard as well.

 

 

Chapter One

Mexican Hair Remover

This was my first official outing since the divorce. A former classmate died the week before and my class of seventy-four was holding a memorial service in our local Knights of Columbus hall.

I normally didn’t go to these things, since high school hadn’t exactly been the time of my life. I’d known very little about the guy who died, beyond one date at the movies that ended abruptly when I’d assaulted him with candy but I was sick of hiding in my run down crappy apartment just thinking about my ex-husband and his shiny new girlfriend.

To be quite honest I’m not great with death in general but I’m not really great with life either. So, unlike the majority of people going up to speak a few words about their memories of a guy very few of them really knew, I sat quietly in the back, next to my best friend from high school. I thought about the time the deceased and I went out for a movie and he behaved himself after nearly being concussed by a king sized Charleston chew. This apparently classified him as being nice, so I thought nice thoughts about David Bogs, the nice guy that I went on a date with, that one time.

I was currently sporting my favorite little black dress, which only fit again because when one gets a divorce you not only lose your dream house, half your stuff, your pride, your faith in the opposite sex and all of your couple friends, but you also lose a few pounds in the process of having your heart ripped out and set on fire.

To complete my post-divorce ensemble I was also wearing some sexy little four inch vixen pumps and my last pair of clean underwear…which weren’t really underwear as much as they were bikini bottoms. My new apartment, on the wrong side of town, didn’t have laundry, so between my work schedule and the fact that I hated the Laundry Nazi that ran the only laundromat in town…it was bikini bottoms or commando.

At least I wasn’t here alone. Pam sat beside me wiping tears from her glittering blue eyes with the corner of a designer silk scarf. I glanced over at her, dabbing daintily as not to mess her perfect makeup and was nearly blinded by the glittering stone on her ring finger. I tried not to glare at her but as the laser etched four-carat princess cut stone caught the low light of the room again it made me wonder if carrying that thing around all day would cause long term damage to her spine.

In grade school Pam and I had been equals. We’d been inseparable since kindergarten and nobody ever questioned why we were best friends until puberty hit and Pam turned into a supermodel overnight. As to whether or not this had anything to do with her perfect marriage to a rich scientist or not, that was left to be seen but they’d met in college and seemed to lead an almost magical existence together as beauty and the geek.

I squelched my jealousy. Pam was a great person, probably a better person than I was and she deserved to be happy with her husband who invented microwave bacon. She deserved to be happy living in a Malibu mansion complete with its own elevator and faux British butler.

I felt myself hunch down in my seat as the weight of my envy started to crush my inner awesomeness into a sticky paste of self-loathing.

I noticed this and straightened my spine in defiance of my own self-doubt. I was happy. Well, at least I was happier than I had been when I was married to that glorified ambulance chaser.

My life was great now… Okay, life wasn’t great but it was better than the poor guy we were remembering here today. I wasn’t even sure how he’d died and a morbid part of my brain was very curious as to how a thirty-year-old guy suddenly drops dead. This of course led to thoughts of my own mortality and the very real fact that life wasn’t forever and thus far, I’d done nothing with mine. Top off this fun fact with the current (possible medical emergency) going on between my thighs and my okay life was taking a nosedive into crappy fast enough to break the sound barrier. I needed very badly to go to the bathroom but doing so at this point in time would seem rude, and the tears streaming down my face were not for the deceased.

Sadly, I was having said emergency because of cheap Mexican hair removal products that I bought on eBay. More specifically, it may have been used on a location on my body not suggested by the manufacturer. That little red warning label wasn’t just there for decoration after all.

The twentieth girl David Bogs dated in high school was standing up to take the stage and I was starting to think nice guy was a bit of a player but more importantly, I was pretty sure my vagina was about to spontaneously combust.

The thought had me squirming in my seat. “I have to go to the bathroom!” I hissed in a panicked tone, grabbing Pam’s hand and nearly slicing my hand open on her wedding ring.

She met my urgent gaze and nodded once. “Okay…do you want me to go with you?”

I thought that was unspoken girl code anyway but instead of answering her I shot to my feet and dragged her to hers.

Everyone stopped and turned around to face us with expectant expressions on their tear-streaked faces.

I stood frozen, looking at all those faces from my past. A past I’d rather forget if given the choice.

Pam snapped to attention and flicked her wrist at them, like a monarch. “Continue.”

We burst into the handicap bathroom, which I noticed in passing was just as dreary as one would expect at a place like this and I immediately lifted my skirt and started scratching at the affected area. My eyes rolled back in my head and I blew out a sigh of relief as the itching/burning slowly dulled.

“Are you okay?” Pam’s eyes widened with concern.

“I don’t know. I need you to look.” I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my bikini bottoms.

“Look at what?” Her eyes widened further.

“My crotch!” I hissed at her. “I think I might have chemical burn. Just tell me how bad it is.” I hopped up onto the counter between the sinks. If it’s really bad I’ll go to the hospital.

She rushed to the door and twisted the lock. “I’m not drunk enough for this, Rye.”

“It’s two o’clock in the afternoon. Why are you even drunk at all?” I lifted my feet onto the counter. “You don’t have a drinking problem do you?”

She snorted. “I hate these things. I’m only here because of you. Plus, I’m too rich to have a drinking problem.”

She had a point and who was I to judge? I was the one sitting on a bathroom sink with my legs open.

“You’re sure this isn’t a side effect of being married to your ex?” She asked, trying to seem casual about the fact that he’d basically put his dick on layaway at Walmart for the last five years of our marriage and I might have some sort of antibiotic resistant strain of Chlamydia.

Thankfully I knew that wasn’t the case. I’d been tested as soon as I found out and I’d luckily come back with a clean bill of health. On the not so bright side of the things, STD free or not, I’d essentially dumped battery acid on my coochie. “It was hair remover product.” I admitted timidly. I could no longer afford bi monthly trips to the best salons in town, just to have a complete stranger pour hot wax on my downstairs and rip the hair out by the roots.

She winced and lifted the edge of my skirt just in time for a man to walk into the room, through the supposedly locked bathroom door. We both froze as tall dark and handsome took in what he was seeing. Pam dropped the edge of my skirt and took a step back as I clambered off the counter.

“I thought you locked the door?” I asked her.

“I did,” she whispered back.

My face flamed dark red. “That wasn’t what it looked like. I’m kind of having a medical emergency.”

He slowly gave me a sympathetic smile. “I’m an EMT and a cop. I could call an ambulance?” He pulled out his badge, then his cellphone.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Of course I would run into Super Cop. I was starting to think I was the only one from my graduating class that hadn’t done anything worthwhile with my life. This guy had become Superman and I’d dropped out of college early, to marry a lawyer. Fat load of good that did me. Now, I was a secretary for a lawn mowing and pool cleaning company because I gave the workers something pretty to look at in the office and I was having my best friend give me armature medical advice because my co-pay was more than I made in three months. “Are you really an EMT?”

He smirked. “Part time, yes I am. Did you use a different soap or laundry detergent? You’re probably having an allergic reaction. I can take a quick look at it if you’d like.” Now it was his turn to blush.

“It was cheap Mexican hair remover cream, actually.” I mumbled then glanced at Pam. I wasn’t sure what the protocol was on this sort of thing. She shrugged, leaving it completely up to me as to whether or not I was going to allow a strange man to look up my skirt in the name of free medical advice. On the plus side, he didn’t mention STDs.

After a moment of thought I nodded.

“Do you mind watching the door?” he asked Pam who nodded like a bobbing head doll. Then he stepped forward, put his hands on my waist and lifted me back onto the counter, like a champ. I lifted my knees slowly as he got down onto one of his.

I snapped my legs together suddenly. “Um, my name is Riya,” I blurted out.

He glanced up at me and offered me his hand over my knees. “I’m sorry, how rude of me. I’m Jaden.”

Then he looked down and pried my knees apart gently before lifting my skirt. “Oh my god.” He glanced up at me, his face a little ashen.

“Am I going to die?” I whispered.

Pam’s eyes widened as she glanced at me.

He looked back down between my legs. “It’s pretty red and there appears to be some blistering.” He blew on the skin and my head thunked back into the mirror behind me. “Does that feel better?”

Sadly it felt better than anything I’d been able to do to myself in that last year and from the knowing smirk on Pam’s face she knew it too.

He lowered my skirt back down and I sat up. “I suggest you use a paste of baking soda and water to…prevent further damage to the affected area.”

He swooped down and picked up my neon yellow bikini bottoms off the floor and dangled them in front of me with one finger. “Laundry day?”

I hopped off the counter and snatched the underwear from his hand. “You know,” I said by way of changing the subject, “I don’t remember you from high school.” And he was hot enough to remember.

He seemed confused for a moment before nodding in sudden understanding. “You wouldn’t, I’m a detective for the case.”

“What case?” Pam and I asked simultaneously.

He held up a finger. “Your class stud. He was murdered.”

“Huh.” I pulled on my bikini bottoms and shimmied everything back into place. Jaden was watching me with amused interest. This was the look I got from most men. They always seemed interested but really weren’t sure what to do with me once they got me. I was funny from a distance but up close…I think I was just confusing. This little incident with the Mexican hair removal products was just the latest in a long line of embarrassing mishaps that controlled my life.

As if reading my thoughts he cleared his throat. “Does this sort of thing happen to you often?”

“It’s not my fault.” I explained. “My ancestor’s milk cow kicked over a lantern and burned down half of Chicago. It’s the family curse.” Pam and I nodded at him in unison.

He pinched his lips together and cleared his throat again. “I don’t know if you’re joking or not but I meant, do you ignore warning labels?”

I shrugged and pulled on my shoes with one hand on his very solid shoulder.

Pam’s eyes sparkled mischievously and she looked down at her phone. “I have to go.”

I gave her the same look Jesus gave Judas at suppertime but she smiled brightly and wondered out the door. “I’m staying at the Inn, call me later.” She yelled.

I slapped myself in the forehead. “I forgot my purse.” I was not going back in there. I hated those people and my support system had failed me as soon as she saw a potential candidate to fill the role of rebound boyfriend. I kept telling her I wasn’t interested in another man but she ignored me. She thought my lack of interest in the opposite sex had more to do with the fact that my only ever lover had been able to bring me to climax one time during our relationship.

Jaden raised his eyebrows at me. “Would you like me to help you out?”

For the briefest of moments I worried that he’d read my mind again, until I realized he was talking about the purse. I crossed my arms and assessed him carefully. “What’s in it for you?”

“I’ll get your purse but only if you give me your number afterwards.”

“I can’t.”

His charming smile withered into a slight grimace.

I immediately wanted to assure the ego bruised Adonis that my lack of interest had nothing to do with the fact that I wasn’t chomping at the bit to play doctor again. “No, it’s nothing like that. You’re very attractive but I’ve given up men.” I flashed him my tan line from where I’d worn a wedding ring for the last ten years.

Without missing a beat, he quirked an eyebrow at me, “We’re not all the same you know.”

I snorted. “Yeah but I’m allergic to green Skittles and I’m colorblind where Skittles are concerned…so rather than risk death, I’m not eating Skittles anymore.” The unspoken part was that I was really starting to crave Skittles. Funerals always made me crave Skittles. Don’t judge me.

He was obviously confused but unwilling to throw in the towel just yet. “I know that means something to you, but maybe you should explain it to me…slowly.”

“It means I’m colorblind when it comes to men and I always pick the green ones.”

“I’m not sure but that sounds a little racist,” he said.

“Okay, not colorblind, just asshole blind. Now, will you get my purse or not?”

He peered at me through narrowed eyes. “I’ll get your purse but just so you know, we’re still going out, at least once. I like you.”

“I can’t, I’m already in a relationship.” I said, desperately. I could feel my resolution dissolving very quickly under his blue-eyed stare.

“Are you in a relationship with a woman because you just told me you’ve given up on men?”

I chewed my bottom lip and his eyes darted down to my mouth. Just the fact that he noticed my mouth turned me on. What was wrong with me? “No, not with a woman. It’s actually more of a really jealous roommate situation, than an actual relationship.”

“Cats and goldfish don’t count,” he said, cueing in on my vagueness.

“Ha, joke’s on you, he’s a Doberman named Bad Larry and Larry likes men less than I do.” Bad Larry is actually a twelve-pound Miniature Pinscher but he really doesn’t like men and he doesn’t really know he’s only twelve pounds and he has a rap sheet to prove it.

I got Larry when the divorce was finalized. My ex didn’t like dogs so in an act of admittedly impulsive rebellion, I got Larry. Larry was a rescue from an animal shelter and when I saw him for the first time and discovered that he didn’t like men either, we became best friends. I promised to never let anyone hurt him again and he promised to make sure that in a moment of hormonal weakness, I didn’t let any men come back to my apartment.

I’d witnessed Larry in action twice. Once when the vet was checking him over before I brought him home and once when I was taking him out to pee and a construction worker tried to pet him. Larry is now on a city mandated bad dog list, meaning that he has to behave himself from now on or he could be taken away and put in puppy lifer prison.

Jaden shook his head at me and returned a moment later with my purse in one hand and his phone in the other. “I have to go right now but I put my card in your purse just in case you change your mind about Skittles.”

I winked at him. “You got it stud, but right now I have an emergency date with the box of baking soda currently deodorizing my fridge.”

He smiled broadly at me. “Tell Bad Larry I said hello.”

“Bad Larry doesn’t need to know about you. Trust me, it’s for your own protection.”

 

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Blog Host - Jennifer Macaire

Posted on 11 June, 2015 at 10:30 Comments comments (0)


Today I have Jennifer Macaire joining me again with her new Evernight release, Murder & Mayhem.


Meet May, the vampire killer. She's quick, clever, and deadly, and she takes life very seriously having been killed once before by a mob of rogue vamps. Her father, a powerful necromancer, brought her back to life. She's M.U.C.I.'s (Mutant and Undead Criminal Investigation) best man, er, woman, well, zombie actually, for catching and killing rogue vampires, so when two kids show up with all the signs of having been killed by a rogue, May gets the case.

 

Clues lead straight to a certain Bartholomew Aelfrith, a vampire, whose sense of humor and tall blond good looks are enough to convince May he needs killing, even if he's not the killer. If he makes one more joke about her chop-sticks, she's going to stab him through the heart with one. The problem is, Bartholomew is probably the only person who can catch the real killer, so May has to put up with his insouciance and his wise-cracks, and his penchant for picking up strays of all kinds.

 

But if he says, "I've got a plan" one more time, she's going to scream.

 

Teaser

 

May stepped outside and opened her umbrella. The burst of hail had changed to sporadic, slushy rain. It was a glowering, bitterly cold evening. Clouds moved sullenly across the dark sky.

 

From her street on the hill, she could see the river curving in its gentle S, the two bridges, Christmas Junction where the sky scrapers glittered, and downtown, where she could hopefully find a taxi. The clouds were so low that they hid the top half of the skyscrapers in Christmas Junction. A train, far in the distance, looked like a brightly lit caterpillar crossing the busy downtown area below.

 

The street she lived on was in a quiet residential neighborhood with old trees and a large park behind a tall, wrought-iron fence. The buildings, trees, and fence all leaned together, conspiring to keep the riffraff out. The sidewalk was clean and the cars lining the road gleamed. No riffraff here tonight … unless that shadow was up to no good.

 

May tilted her head to get a better look. In between two cars, on the opposite side of the street, huddled a shadow. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Something was not quite right. The shadow was too small to be a human, but too large for a dog. It slid around to the far side of the car to hide as May drew even.

 

What was it hiding from? And what was it? May was curious. She closed her umbrella and hooked it over the fence on her left, and then she darted across the street and peered behind the car. Crouching near the rear bumper was a small, skinny boy.

 

“Hi there. Are you all right?” May started toward him.

 

He bared his fangs and hissed as she drew near.

 

May’s step faltered. A vampire child. An abomination! Who the hell had made him? The prickle of fear turned into a full blown shiver. Poor creature. Too young to fend for itself, but dangerous nonetheless. As soon as it realized its powers it would go on a killing spree, and nothing living could resist it. Slowly, she eased her hand into her purse to get her cellphone to call for backup.

 

“Don’t hurt me,” he whimpered, cowering against the car. His eyes were huge with panic. Blood on his neck and a wet, brown stain on his T-shirt showed he hadn’t changed his clothes since it had happened, and that it had been recent. That was a blessing, at least. The more recently he had been killed, the weaker he would be. She might be able to handle this on her own.

 

Staying well back, she examined him. He wore no jacket and one of his shoes, May noted, was missing. “I won’t hurt you. Where’s your other shoe?” It was best to stick to unimportant things. Or at least, things that seemed unimportant. At times like this, anything could be crucial. Anything could set him off. She had to be careful. A rogue vampire had made this creature, and its saliva was deadly for anything other than a full-blooded vampire.

 

“My shoe?” He glanced down at his foot and flinched. “I don’t know.” He looked back up at her, his

 

 

eyes pleading now. “I don’t know. I woke up nearby, I think, in a park. I woke up when the hail hit my face. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who I am. Can you help me? I should be cold …” His voice trailed off. “I’m dreaming. Is that it? Is this a dream?”

May nodded, forcing her lips into a smile. “Yes. It’s a dream.”

Poor creature. He’d been badly made, hastily made, and made against all the laws and rules that governed the vampire clan. Not that they had many rules, and not that they really cared. They followed the rules only because they feared the consequences of breaking them and not from any moral obligation. May moved very slowly, so as not to startle him into attacking her.

“I can help you,” she said, crouching in front of him. “It’s a strange dream, isn’t it? I can help you.”

“I just want to wake up.” His voice was hoarse and his fangs, sharp as needles, glittered with bloody saliva.

“All right.” May eased her hand into her purse. “I want you to stand up straight. That’s right. Now, close your eyes and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’ Say it three times, and you’ll wake up.”

“All right.” He nodded, pathetically glad to obey. He screwed his eyes shut. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”

May took careful aim and drove the stake through his heart.

“There’s no place like … home.” The creature opened its eyes, but they were empty and saw nothing now. He was so slight he fell like a ribbon to the sidewalk, landing without a sound. His bare foot pointed at the sky. It started to rain again, harder.

 



About the Author

 

Jennifer Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.

 

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Buy the book at Evernight Publishing (available June 11!)

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May's traditional zombie stir fry recipe:

Honey Lemon Chicken and Asparagus

Serves 4

Ingredients

1 tablespoon oil

1 pound chicken, cut into bite sized pieces

1 pound asparagus, trimmed and cut into 1 inch pieces

2 tablespoons honey

3 tablespoons lemon juice

1 teaspoon lemon zest

2 tablespoons soy sauce (reduced sodium)

1/4 cup chicken both – (May uses chicken bullion cubes)

1 teaspoon chilli sauce or a pinch of cayennne pepper

1 clove garlic, grated

1 teaspoon ginger, grated

1 tablespoon water

2 teaspoons cornstarch

Directions

- Mix honey, lemon juice, soy sauce, broth, chill sauce, lemon zest, garlic, ginger and set aside in a bowl.

- Heat the oil in a pan over medium-high heat, add the chicken and stir fry until cooked through and browned a bit.

- Add the asparagus and stir fry until it turns a brighter green, about 2 minutes.

- Add the honey, lemon juice mixture, stir

- Whisk the water with the corn starch, stir in to coat and cook until the sauce thickens, about a minute.

 

Serve over rice. (May likes to drink ginger beer with this, and finish up with lychees and her father's smoky moon-shadow tea.)

 


Blog Host - Jennifer Macaire

Posted on 11 June, 2015 at 10:30 Comments comments (0)


Today I have Jennifer Macaire joining me again with her new Evernight release, Murder & Mayhem.


Meet May, the vampire killer. She's quick, clever, and deadly, and she takes life very seriously having been killed once before by a mob of rogue vamps. Her father, a powerful necromancer, brought her back to life. She's M.U.C.I.'s (Mutant and Undead Criminal Investigation) best man, er, woman, well, zombie actually, for catching and killing rogue vampires, so when two kids show up with all the signs of having been killed by a rogue, May gets the case.

 

Clues lead straight to a certain Bartholomew Aelfrith, a vampire, whose sense of humor and tall blond good looks are enough to convince May he needs killing, even if he's not the killer. If he makes one more joke about her chop-sticks, she's going to stab him through the heart with one. The problem is, Bartholomew is probably the only person who can catch the real killer, so May has to put up with his insouciance and his wise-cracks, and his penchant for picking up strays of all kinds.

 

But if he says, "I've got a plan" one more time, she's going to scream.

 

Teaser

 

May stepped outside and opened her umbrella. The burst of hail had changed to sporadic, slushy rain. It was a glowering, bitterly cold evening. Clouds moved sullenly across the dark sky.

 

From her street on the hill, she could see the river curving in its gentle S, the two bridges, Christmas Junction where the sky scrapers glittered, and downtown, where she could hopefully find a taxi. The clouds were so low that they hid the top half of the skyscrapers in Christmas Junction. A train, far in the distance, looked like a brightly lit caterpillar crossing the busy downtown area below.

 

The street she lived on was in a quiet residential neighborhood with old trees and a large park behind a tall, wrought-iron fence. The buildings, trees, and fence all leaned together, conspiring to keep the riffraff out. The sidewalk was clean and the cars lining the road gleamed. No riffraff here tonight … unless that shadow was up to no good.

 

May tilted her head to get a better look. In between two cars, on the opposite side of the street, huddled a shadow. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. Something was not quite right. The shadow was too small to be a human, but too large for a dog. It slid around to the far side of the car to hide as May drew even.

 

What was it hiding from? And what was it? May was curious. She closed her umbrella and hooked it over the fence on her left, and then she darted across the street and peered behind the car. Crouching near the rear bumper was a small, skinny boy.

 

“Hi there. Are you all right?” May started toward him.

 

He bared his fangs and hissed as she drew near.

 

May’s step faltered. A vampire child. An abomination! Who the hell had made him? The prickle of fear turned into a full blown shiver. Poor creature. Too young to fend for itself, but dangerous nonetheless. As soon as it realized its powers it would go on a killing spree, and nothing living could resist it. Slowly, she eased her hand into her purse to get her cellphone to call for backup.

 

“Don’t hurt me,” he whimpered, cowering against the car. His eyes were huge with panic. Blood on his neck and a wet, brown stain on his T-shirt showed he hadn’t changed his clothes since it had happened, and that it had been recent. That was a blessing, at least. The more recently he had been killed, the weaker he would be. She might be able to handle this on her own.

 

Staying well back, she examined him. He wore no jacket and one of his shoes, May noted, was missing. “I won’t hurt you. Where’s your other shoe?” It was best to stick to unimportant things. Or at least, things that seemed unimportant. At times like this, anything could be crucial. Anything could set him off. She had to be careful. A rogue vampire had made this creature, and its saliva was deadly for anything other than a full-blooded vampire.

 

“My shoe?” He glanced down at his foot and flinched. “I don’t know.” He looked back up at her, his

 

 

eyes pleading now. “I don’t know. I woke up nearby, I think, in a park. I woke up when the hail hit my face. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know who I am. Can you help me? I should be cold …” His voice trailed off. “I’m dreaming. Is that it? Is this a dream?”

May nodded, forcing her lips into a smile. “Yes. It’s a dream.”

Poor creature. He’d been badly made, hastily made, and made against all the laws and rules that governed the vampire clan. Not that they had many rules, and not that they really cared. They followed the rules only because they feared the consequences of breaking them and not from any moral obligation. May moved very slowly, so as not to startle him into attacking her.

“I can help you,” she said, crouching in front of him. “It’s a strange dream, isn’t it? I can help you.”

“I just want to wake up.” His voice was hoarse and his fangs, sharp as needles, glittered with bloody saliva.

“All right.” May eased her hand into her purse. “I want you to stand up straight. That’s right. Now, close your eyes and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’ Say it three times, and you’ll wake up.”

“All right.” He nodded, pathetically glad to obey. He screwed his eyes shut. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.”

May took careful aim and drove the stake through his heart.

“There’s no place like … home.” The creature opened its eyes, but they were empty and saw nothing now. He was so slight he fell like a ribbon to the sidewalk, landing without a sound. His bare foot pointed at the sky. It started to rain again, harder.

 



About the Author

 

Jennifer Macaire lives in France with her husband, three children, & various dogs & horses. She loves cooking, eating French chocolate, growing herbs and flowering plants on her balcony, and playing golf. She grew up in upstate New York, Samoa, and the Virgin Islands. She graduated from St. Peter and Paul high school in St. Thomas and moved to NYC where she modeled for five years for Elite. She went to France and met her husband at the polo club. All that is true. But she mostly likes to make up stories.

 

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May's traditional zombie stir fry recipe:

Honey Lemon Chicken and Asparagus

Serves 4

Ingredients

1 tablespoon oil

1 pound chicken, cut into bite sized pieces

1 pound asparagus, trimmed and cut into 1 inch pieces

2 tablespoons honey

3 tablespoons lemon juice

1 teaspoon lemon zest

2 tablespoons soy sauce (reduced sodium)

1/4 cup chicken both – (May uses chicken bullion cubes)

1 teaspoon chilli sauce or a pinch of cayennne pepper

1 clove garlic, grated

1 teaspoon ginger, grated

1 tablespoon water

2 teaspoons cornstarch

Directions

- Mix honey, lemon juice, soy sauce, broth, chill sauce, lemon zest, garlic, ginger and set aside in a bowl.

- Heat the oil in a pan over medium-high heat, add the chicken and stir fry until cooked through and browned a bit.

- Add the asparagus and stir fry until it turns a brighter green, about 2 minutes.

- Add the honey, lemon juice mixture, stir

- Whisk the water with the corn starch, stir in to coat and cook until the sauce thickens, about a minute.

 

Serve over rice. (May likes to drink ginger beer with this, and finish up with lychees and her father's smoky moon-shadow tea.)

 


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The Forever Forest



 

The Forever Forest 

A series of unusual, and unexplained murders in Bath, England, pushes Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh and Psychic Investigator, Gabriel Lewis, to work together.

 

They discover a link to a new Steam Punk nightclub, The Wolf's Den. Owner, Darius Wolf, when interviewed, disorientates Rebecca. On exciting the club, Rebecca collapses, seemingly intoxicated, leaving Gabriel no choice but to take her to his home.

 

She has no memory of meeting Wolf, but attraction between Rebecca and Gabriel reaches boiling point, as she discovers, Gabriel is not as he seems. The timid psychic is a Dominant in the bedroom and turns her world upside down, as the normally strong willed Detective realizes what has been missing in her past relationships, the submission Gabriel requires from her.

 

Darius, now obsessed with Rebecca, gains access to her dreams when she is kidnapped by him, leaving Gabriel having to find a passage into Rebecca's dreams and save her from The Forever Forest.


Excerpt - The Forever Forest

 

        "You mentioned Jekyll and Hyde earlier, I'd that how you see me?" Gabriel asked as they sat eating their pasta.

       "A bit yes. You seem so quiet normally, but this morning, when we were in your bedroom, you were a different person. More forceful."

       "I asked you this morning if that scared you and you said no, but when you walked in here today you seemed very nervous."

       "Apprehensive I think is more the terminology you should be using."

       "Why?" he asked casually.

       "The word dominant conjures up many images in my head. I've read books, and I know what it means."

       "Is that how you see me?"

       "Yes." She gulped.

       "You are a very astute woman. You've already worked me out from this morning?"

      "Yes. I'm a Detective you know, it's my job." She tried to make a joke, but she knew it just sounded like panic.

      "The term Dominant can mean all sorts of things in life."

      "What does it mean to you?"

      "I'd like you to look at yourself," he said, deflecting her question.

      "In what way?" she asked.

      "You are an extremely dominant woman in your work, and I presume you are like that because you are in a very male oriented world and have had to learn to be like that. Am I right?"

      "To a certain extent, yes," she agreed.

      "But I get the feeling that is not your natural personality." He took a long drink from his glass and refilled both glasses again.

      "How so?" She nodded in thanks to the wine and picked her glass up and put it to her lips. The wine, along with the food that Gabriel had prepared, was a taste sensation. "Every now and then I see Alice falling down a rabbit hole, only fleetingly, but it's there."

     "That's a strange analogy, explain." She smiled as she put her glass down and picked up her fork once more.

     "I know you're good at your job and you are obviously very thorough, but I get the feeling that this persona, this hard woman, is not the real you. You have been dragged out of your comfort zone with this career and have had to learn to adapt."

     "Keep talking." This man was good.

     "You are an extremely foreboding personality and I wouldn't want to cross you at work, but last night and this morning I saw a different side to you, a timid side, and one I'd like to explore a little further." She went to open her mouth, but Gabriel put his hand up to stop her saying anything. "Before you jump down my throat, hear me out please."

     "Ok." She was beginning to take offense at his hint that she was weak.

     "You do not socialize with people from work, do you?"

     "No, they're a bunch of arseholes. I like a few of them, but I still wouldn't choose to spend any amount of with them, Tanya is probably the only one I would see out of work."

     "So is that because you don't want people to see the real you when you take your mask off?"

     "I'm sorry?"

     "When you get home, do you close the door behind you and lock the woman away and the little girl is released?"

 

Rebecca didn't say anything, visions of her unicorn pajamas folded on her bed suddenly flicked through her mind.

     "I take it by that silence I'm correct."

     "Go on..."

     "Let's take another avenue. Tell me about your last relationship."

     "Er, ok, I met Harry when I was working on a stalking case few years ago. He was the victim before you ask."

     "And you started a relationship with him?"

     "After the case was over, yes, I did. He was a lovely man and wanted to marry me, but it wasn't what I wanted."

     "What did you want?"

     "Something else."

     "And what was that?"

 

Silence reigned as Rebecca couldn't quite give him a reason why she didn't want to marry Harry.

     "Did you ever take that mask off in front of him?"

     "Why do you keep going on about a mask?"

     "Because I think, and please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, that you are such a force in your work and all you want to do when you get home is curl up and lock the door with a book and a glass of wine. Am I right so far?"

     "Possibly."

     "Harry met you in a work environment, didn't he?"

     "Yes."

     "When he was possibly at the lowest time in his life being stalked, making him jumpy and needy."

     "True."

     "And you were the strong Detective Sergeant Rebecca Leigh, crime fighter extraordinaire."

     "Now you're taking the piss." She laughed. "You had me believing you then."

     "Look at the situation. Was it the tough DS Leigh he fell in love with, or the little girl lost that escapes to her fantasy world in books or TV?" Silence again. "How was your sex life?"

 

She blushed. "Good, I think." She hated talking about her sex life as she'd discussed with Tanya that morning.

      "Was it always you that took the lead, perhaps always instigated sex?"

 

She thought for a moment. "He was busy, always working long hours."

       "And you weren’t?"

       "That's not the point," she answered abruptly.

       "It totally is the point. He saw you as the dominant personality in your relationship and in all aspects of it, and I don't think you are. Yes, you are dominant in your work life, but you want to be that woman who is taken care of, too."

      "I think I get what you mean."

      "So I want to explore that side of your quieter personality, not the tough CID Detective Sergeant."

      "How do you intend to do that?"

      "There is one avenue I want to explore with you, Rebecca. It will probably make you very apprehensive."

      "What's that? You're killing me here, Gabriel. Get to the point will you?"

      "I want you to submit to me."

      "What, in everything I do?" She panicked.

       "No, just in the bedroom or wherever sex occurs. Your life is your own. I would not try and change that. I like that side. It's feisty, but it is Rebecca I want to explore further, not Detective Sergeant Leigh."

       "I'm not into whips and chains and things."

       "Stop panicking. It's not all about that. It's about control. It can be, but that's not what I want from this."

       "What do you want from it?"

       "Basically, to Dominate you in our sex life."

       "I'm not sure about this, Gabriel. Is this something you're used to?"

       "It has been in the past, yes. It can make a very interesting relationship. Basically I want to pleasure you in every way possible, and I want to ensure that you have enough orgasms to make your ears bleed."

       "And what do you get out of this?" she asked curiously.

       "To take care of you. Don't worry, you will satisfy me, too, but my purpose will be your pleasure."

       "The perfect man?" She chuckled.

       "You said it, not me." His eyes looked over his wine glass, and although she couldn't see his mouth she knew he was smirking behind the blood red liquid.


Blog Host - Michelle Roth

Posted on 4 June, 2015 at 0:00 Comments comments (1)

Michelle Roth, a Siren and Evernight Author from Canada joins me on my blog. Today she is releasing her new book, Shakedown, the first in a new series she's writing for Evernight, Diamond & Diamond Private Investigators...I'm looking forward to reading this one myself as it looks like we are on the same wave length!



Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Shakedown. Diamond and Diamond is a bit of a departure from anything that I've written thus far. My previous works have all been ultra-realistic contemporary romance. Shakedown still has the sexy, steamy elements just like any other erotic romance, but it also incorporates a bit of suspense and mystery as well. I certainly hope you enjoy!

Shakedown


 

Private Detective Mike Diamond is the low man on the totem pole. More often than not he finds himself investigating insurance fraud or cheating spouses. When he's assigned a dog-napping case, he is on the brink of refusing until he meets the client. One look at her changes everything.

 

When the police refuse to investigate her case, Cassidy Werner turns to Diamond and Diamond Private Investigators. Despite the bad first impression he's given her, Cassidy still hires Mike to help her find her prize Tibetan Mastiff. As she gets to know him, she realizes that he's not only dedicated to getting Roddy back for her, but also a pretty great guy.

 

Right after she receives a ransom demand, things begin to heat up between them. Will Mike be able to crack the case and save her dog? And if he can, does that mean that he gets the girl too?

 

(Excerpt:)

 

He was relieved to find the lobby was empty, so he stopped back at Lara's desk and asked, “Can you believe that shit? A dog napping?”

 

He didn't think for a minute she hadn't overheard every word. That woman was like the KGB and Secret Service all in one. Anything happened in this office, she had it under immediate surveillance.

 

Lara cuffed him on the arm and said, “She's in the bathroom, idiot.”

 

Mike winced, feeling bad he'd probably been overheard. But, seriously, who hired a PI to find a lost dog?

 

Seconds later, the bathroom door slowly opened. He almost did a double take as the woman stepped out. Aside from red eyes that had clearly been crying, she was a looker.

 

She was elegantly dressed and somewhere near his age, with a riot of auburn curls trailing down

 

her back, like some sort of mermaid siren. All ripe, lush curves. He'd always liked his women soft.

 

And, he was ogling this obviously distraught woman like she was a steak. Not that he wouldn't be more than interested in taking a bite, but it was clear that now wasn't the time. So instead of voicing his thoughts, he stuck his hand out and said, “Mike Diamond. And you are?”

 

“Cassidy Werner,” she said, not bothering to stick her hand out.

 

Well, apparently she'd heard him. He'd need to apologize, if the look on her face was any indication. He dropped his hand and said, “My office is this way.”

 

She gave him a look that screamed 'You're on thin ice, buddy' but moved toward the open office door that Mike had gestured to. He followed her, once again appreciating the hourglass waist and full hips. Damn.

 

He moved behind his desk and gestured to one of the worn chairs. When she had settled in, he asked, “So I understand your dog has been kidnapped?”

 




 

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

 

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals thenmaking other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.

 


 

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Posted on 3 June, 2015 at 6:45 Comments comments (0)

 

today I have once again the very talented Sara Anderson. Today she is wearing her new hat - Evernight Publishing and is publising her new release The Guardian, The first book in the Wild Shifter Mountain series.


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The Guardian



 

 

While vacationing in the Colorado mountains, Cassie is attacked by a wild animal. She manages to get to the local town in hopes of reporting the attack to the Sheriff. But she falls ill from the bite wounds and is found by the shifter guardian, Michael.

 

Michael learns Cassie is half shifter, and the essence that had been dormant is now stirring due to the bites she received from a renegade shifter. The only way to save her life is to change her completely.

 

They find themselves drawn to one another, and Michael uses the bond they have formed to teach Cassie about their ways, shifting, and submitting to his dominance in and out of the bedroom.

 

The Protector, book 2, coming in July.

Cole and Blair planned to mate, until a tragic event caused Cole to call off their relationship. By the time Cole realized his awful mistake it was too late. Blair’s heart had hardened.

For five years Blair has tried to keep her distance from Cole, but Cole never gave up. He always ensured she was safe, going into her coffee shop every day hoping that she would forgive him.

When Blair breaks shifter law, Michael forces her to submit to Cole. She spends one night with Cole and realizes if she stays, she will fall for him all over again, and decides to run.

A human wanting revenge is watching Blair, and waiting for his chance to exact his revenge on her.

With this dangerous man intent on harming Blair, Cole may lose her forever before he ever gets a chance to win her heart again.

 

Blog Host - Jennifer Macaire

Posted on 21 May, 2015 at 0:00 Comments comments (0)

 

 

 

Today I have Jennifer Macaire joining me on my website. She has just released her amazingly titled book Jack the Stripper with Evernight publishing and I can see by the cover art Jay Aheer has done her proud.

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Welcome to The Purple Dee. Pull up a chair and get settled in, the show will start soon!

 

 

Our featured performer tonight is Jack the Stripper. He's Jack Severn, newly back from the dead. He's magical, he's hot, but evil he's not!

 

Jim Ling-Li, Necromancer extraordinaire, brought him back to life, gave him some extra features, and, as you'll see, made him irresistible --

 

Especially to Jack's ex-girlfriend Brianna. Jack's sexier than ever, and they're better together. But she doesn't want to risk her heart, not again, and definitely not with a zombie.

 

 

Jack also has a mission. He's back to catch the Heart Taker, the mutant that's been terrifying human and undead alike. His current obsession's none other than Jack's Brianna.

 

So give a big hand for Jack...he's going to need all the support he can get to catch his own murderer.

 

 

*Jack the Stripper was origianally published by Loose Id as "Zombie Jack". It has been re-edited and re-issued by Evernight Publishing.

 

 

 

 


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Posted on 28 March, 2015 at 0:05 Comments comments (1)


Today I have joining me on my blog a newbie author! A New Zealander, Maia Dylan is here to talk about her first ever release with Siren Publishing. Lost Faith which is the first book in a series entitled Grey River, which was released a few days ago.


 

 

LOST FAITH – GREY RIVER 1

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Blurb:

Is it better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? For Ty and Trent Jamieson, the Grey River pack Alphas, they would say either would be preferable to both!

 

They knew Faith Abrams was destined to be theirs from the moment they first came across her scent. Finding out that she was only 19 and studying put their grand mating plans to the back burner, at least for a couple of years. Problems only arose when she suddenly left them when they had finally decided to come clean about their feelings that they had kept hidden and claim her. They lost Faith and when Mother Nature steps in dramatically to give them an opportunity to get her back, things become very clear that perhaps her leaving was not all as it seemed.

 

Can the brothers bring their fated triad together and protect their mate as it should have always been? Or are they destined to lose Faith forever?

 

**erotic romance, ménage a trois, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration


The story…

EXCERPT:

“Well, I guess we start Operation Mate Claim when Faith gets up from her nap for dinner, huh?” Trent went back to finishing their dinner of steaks, baked potatoes, and a green salad. Ty chuckled as they both heard the door to the mistress suite open slowly and hesitant steps come out into the corridor.

“I guess our mate is hungry,” Ty stated as he went to meet Faith and bring her into the kitchen for dinner.

Trent felt his heart sped up. He was nervous, for fuck’s sake! This was like their first real date! This was the first time the three of them would be together when he and his brother were on the same page and trying to get Faith to accept them as life partners. The importance of this was not lost on him, or his wolf, who for the first time since Faith arrived on their doorstep that afternoon had stopped prowling in his mind.

The scent of his mate suddenly filled the kitchen, and Trent closed his eyes to draw her scent into his lungs. My God. She smelled delicious, and he couldn’t wait to take a great big ol’ bite out of her. Just the thought of getting his mouth on her body caused major blood loss to his brain as his dick suddenly filled. Shit, if this continued, he was going to have a zipper imprint on his dick for life!

“You and me both, Brother.” Ty’s strained voice came to him down their link. Well, misery liked company, so at least he wasn’t alone.

Trent turned to smile at Faith as Ty got her settled at the kitchen counter. She was dressed for comfort in a large cotton button-down shirt and leggings. They had decided to keep this meal casual, as the conversation afterward would be anything but. Within minutes the three of them were settled at the counter with plates piled high with food before them.

“Wow, this looks fantastic, guys! Thanks.” Faith cut into her steak. It was cooked to her liking, well-done, which was sacrilege as far as he was concerned. Faith must have noticed the frown he and Ty wore, and she laughed, sending tingles over his skin at the sound. “Yeah, I know, it’s sacrilege to have a steak well-done, blah blah blah. But your steaks look like a good veterinarian would have them up and running in ten minutes!”

Ty and Trent threw their heads back and laughed. They loved their mate’s sense of humor. She had always been able to make them laugh. After that, the atmosphere definitely relaxed, and it wasn’t until then that Trent realized just how tense it had been up until that point. The conversation throughout dinner was simple and light, shared memories from two years ago playing a major role in the evening.

As the meal drew to a close, the brothers ushered Faith to a chair at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee while they took care of cleaning up. When they were all seated around the counter, the conversation stopped altogether. Trent felt the tension rise as he realized that all three of them must have come to the same conclusion.

 

There were a lot of things that needed to be said. Trent thought about that old saying that there was an elephant in the room, and smiled when he changed the analogy to a herd of elephants in this room. So many things that needed to be talked about, apologies that needed to be made and accepted, and then trying to explain about being shifters without Faith running screaming from the house. OK, so he had effectively outlined an agenda, and now it was time to lay all their cards on the table. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he glanced quickly at his brother and saw they were on the same page. Then he turned to face their mate. The time was now.

© MAIA DYLAN, SIREN PUBLISHING, 2015

 




 

 

Maia tells us a little about herself...

Q: What inspired you to write your first book?

A: I have always been an avid reader. I am never without a book or two to fill my day, especially as I got older and my career took me around the world giving me plenty of airports and flight time to fill. I would find myself continually thinking, what if that book ended in a different way? The next thing you know, on a recent flight and hotel stay, I started writing Lost Faith!

 

Q: How much real life do you put into your books?

A: When it comes to my characters, quite a bit! I have met so many wonderfully strong men and women who have overcome tremendous odds to live full lives and love hard that I often think of them as a character comes to life. In terms of the locations, they are fictional but VERY real to me, and I hope others find them just as realistic..

 

Q. What genre do you like to write and why?

A. I love everything to do with the paranormal. I love the idea of shape shifters, and people who have extraordinary gifts. I am also a firm believer that love comes in all shapes and sizes! Ménage romances are one of my favorite genre’s to read, and I am really enjoying writing them. I think I am still finding my way with my writing, but in my world anything is possible, and one of the things I love about writing is that you are only limited by the scope of your own imagination… and my imagination is huge.

 

Q. What are you working on at the moment?

A. Grey River has so many stories to tell, and I am currently working on telling Rowena’s story in book four of the series. A few weeks ago, I had this pushy shape shifter nag me until I wrote his story. His name is Micah and I am really hoping to announce something with regards to that series soon… his brothers are just as pushy so I am working on book two in that series as well.

 

Q. Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?

A. If you have read Lost Faith, thank you so very much! It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it! Did you? Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing. If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

 

Author bio:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand. She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father.

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books. Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library. She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing. She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no! Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand. Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook! Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow. She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can. As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Blog Host - Suzy Shearer

Posted on 27 March, 2015 at 11:55 Comments comments (0)



I have joining me once again Suzy Shearer. She had a new book out a few days ago entitled A Hunters Challenge, the third book in The Hunters series.


 

A HUNTER’S CHALLENGE

By Suzy Shearer

Book three of The Hunters

 

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BLURB

[Siren Allure: Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, vampires, HEA]

Anthanasius (Anthan) Vaduva has been alive too long. After more than four and half millennia, he had given up any hope of meeting his One and is tempted to walk into the sun.

Reluctantly agreeing to partner with Martin, another hunter, Anthan comes face to face with his pain and envy when Martin meets his One.

After helping Martin recover his One’s sister who has been taken by a strigoi, Anthan decides he’d had enough.

Will he finally end it all or will he wait and hope to finally meet the One destined for him all those thousands of years ago?

STORY EXCERPT

For 4,482 years he has hunted, he has slept—that’s it. His first hunt was when he was eleven years old. Now he is 4,493.

Too old.

Too long.

Too lonely.

That has been his life.

Early on, he used to dream, he used to hope but that hope has long gone. The temptation to walk into the sun is with him constantly.

Do you know? He reveals, I stay out longer and longer each day. The pain from the sun on my body is all that reminds me that I am still alive. Each time I rise I wonder if it will be the day I finally take one risk too many.

So he fights against those risks.

To stay that extra minute too long in the sun.

To drop his guard intentionally when he fights the strigoi.

At the moment he still constantly wages war with the strigoi but at the same time he also constantly wages it within himself. No one should have to live this long alone. He is afraid that if he were ever to meet his One, he could never return the love given. All his emotions are lost so deeply within that he doubt they even exist anymore. In fact, he has reach a point where he doesn’t think it would be fair to her or him—to love someone who could not love in return.

So now he thinks maybe it’s better to end it all now.

What chance does he have?

None.

Yet once again he rises.

Once again he hunts.

Once again he battles within his heart and soul. Each day passes, each one the same—as the millennia flow past him.

And each time he wakes he wonders who will win this day, this month, this year, this century?

He confesses to himself, How much longer can I do this?

 

* * * *

 

Martin walked in and kissed Avril’s cheeks.

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Avril.”

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Martin.”

“Come sit. It’s good to see you.”

“You look even more beautiful Avril, a Hunter’s life suits you.”

“Thank you. It’s good to see you again, Martin.”

She led him to a comfortable chair on the balcony overlooking the distant mountains. She and Viorel were living in their house in Piteşti, Romania. Viorel walked in, Martin stood and greeted him.

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Viorel.”

“ Live şi lupta cu onoarea, Martin.”

Martin sat back down on the chair. Viorel sat nearby, pulling a smiling Avril onto his lap and kissing her cheek.

“How were your parents?”

“They’re both good.” Martin shook his head wryly. “My mother is talking about having another child and my Dad thinks she is crazy but in the end she’ll win.”

“Knowing your mother I’d have to agree. Did you visit your relations as well?”

“Yeah I spent a week with my great uncle, at least that’s what I call him.”

Martin grinned to himself when he thought about the old man. He was a descendant of Martin’s father’s brother. He was in his late eighties and complained he was getting older. He would call Martin by his true name, Omasekew, which meant “a fighter” in Cree. The old man would make Martin do things for him, telling the others that Martin had young feet while his were so ancient. Martin loved it.

The old man knew the truth and the pair laughed together when they were alone. To Martin “Uncle” was a baby. Only a few members of the tribe knew what Martin really was. Many thought he was a piyêsiw, a “thunderbird,” sent to watch over them. It made sense as he would often arrive as a bird and had destroyed a strigoi that had been preying on the people using a lightning bolt. They believed his father had married a piyêsiw-iskwêw “thunderbird woman” and that was how Martin came to be.

“The old man looks so frail. The tribe look up to him, I know it will be hard for them when he leaves. It will be hard for me and Dad.”

It saddened him to leave knowing the old one would not live for many more years.

“That’s the worst part of being a Hunter, losing so many friends and relations over the eons,” Viorel said sadly. “And it just doesn’t get any easier with the passing years either.”

The two men sat thoughtfully, both lost in thoughts of family and friends long gone. Avril wondered how she would cope when her mother passed. She didn’t have any other family alive and her mother meant the world to her.

They were all silent for a while, relaxing in the early evening twilight. The sun had set over the distant Ciucaş Mountains. Viorel broke their reverie.

“That strigoi in Smokey Hills was rather active wasn’t it?”



 


 

 

BIO

Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia. She is an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. She has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples even rainbowed .... it changes every month - oh yes, and for tattoos!

Her heroines are always rubinesque women who are proud of their curves and the books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.

"Just because we are older doesn't mean we aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment." Suzy wants her readers to understand that sexy isn't just for the under 30s ... lol

When not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist. Her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes.

 

A Hunter’s Challenge is now available with a 15% discount until April 1st.

www.bookstrand.com/a-hunters-challenge

 

 

E-BOOKS The Club: Bound The Club 2: Uncollared

OUT NOW The Club 3: Waxed The Club 4: Displayed

The Club 5: Submit The Club 6: Unmasked

Daemons Are Forever Build a Love

A Hunter's Heart - Book 1 The Hunters A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2 The Hunters

Whipped Delights - Book 1 Dark Desires Craving Her Master - Book 2 Dark Desires

A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3 The Hunters

 

PRINT RELEASE OUT NOW

Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)

Daemons Are Forever

A Hunter’s Heart

A Hunter’s Choice

PRINT Vol 2 - The Club (Waxed and Displayed) (due Mar/Apr 2015)

RELEASES Vol 3 - The Club (Submit and Unmasked) (due Jun/Jul 2015)

DUE DATES Build a Love (due June/July 2015)

Whipped Delights (due Sept/Oct 2015)

Craving Her Master (due Dec 2015)

A Hunter’s Challenge (due Dec/Jan)

 

LINKS - WHERE TO FIND ME:

Website : suzyshearer.wix.com/suzy

Facebook:www.facebook.com/SuzyS

Blog: suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au

Tsu: www.tsu.co/SuzyShearer

Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer

Twitter : twitter.com/SuzyShearer

Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/sooziiis

Linkedin: au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer

Publisher: www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

 

 

LINKS WHERE TO BUY: most online bookstores including:

Amazon: www.amazon.com/author/suzyshearer

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Bookworld (Aust): Bookworld

Kobo: www.kobo.com

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Fishpond : www.fishpond.com.au/