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When engineer Avery is offered a last-minute assignment to the rough and tumble border town of Zapata, Texas, she doesn’t think twice. Instead, she’s thrown in the crossfire between warring drug cartels and soon discovers that her captor, Javier, is more than just a power hungry drug lord. He’s crazy.
As lead attorney for the cartel, it’s Alejandro DeLeon’s job to manage Javier. But this time, Javier’s cruelty reaches epic proportions, and Alejandro finds himself wanting to risk everything to save Avery. |
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Sarielle Torian, an ancient Atlantean priest has no time for fun or shadowing a female determined to bring Agartha into the conflicts of the surface dwellers. April wears an ancient relic containing an encrypted message. A secret that will forever change their lives… Sarielle can think of nothing else but keeping the community of Zorith safe. When April worms her way into his world, he must chose to cling to his beliefs or risk his heart and fall in love. Can Sarielle and April surrender to a passion that transcends time? Sneak Peek:April Lopez let her eyes roam across the darkened landscape, better known as the midnight sun. Steep crystal icebergs of the Arctic Circle loomed in the distance like a kaleidoscope of color. A glorious magic filled her heart as she embraced the northern aurora looming over the Alaskan skyline. The witching hour. She closed her eyes, searching for reassurance that traveling to Middle Earth was the right decision. She pictured the lapis lazuli and gold leaf pendant nestled warm against her breast. Her mentor teacher, claimed the pendant guaranteed her entrance into the golden city. Her throat tightened. “I can’t do it,” she whispered. The snowmobile took her to the small entrance hidden in the Arctic Circle. The icy wind whirled around her, making her cheeks numb. Her eyelashes were like frozen toothpicks. She longed to cuddle under the blankets in her Sedona apartment. Instead, she’d journey through tunnels to find a man rumored to be a priest of the old Atlantean world. Panic seized her good intentions. Middle Earth. That’s insanity! But if she turned back, how many people might perish because of her cowardice? She had to reach the central city of Agartha and ask for the priest’s help in stopping Ursula and the Archon from enslaving humanity. As a gemologist and lover of stones, the excitement to study the inner core of the planet would rank as a spectacular adventure if not for the horror facing Sedona after the Archon’s return. April looked around for Tamara, a Cait Sith sidhe shifter, who’d agreed to accompany her through the tunnels and into the caverns. Two green eyes flashed before Tamara’s body materialized in a belted, black snow jacket and diamond-patterned warmers over her arms and legs. Tamara’s ebony hair glistened along her shoulders and over her dainty breasts. She was petite for a woman, but April knew mighty strength hid in the smallest of sidhe folks. A rumble frightened her, and she closed her eyes to calm a nervous mind. After her nerves settled, she reached over and embraced her companion. “You don’t have to make this journey.” Tamara hissed and twitched her nose. “Money’s good.” “That reason is not why you’re helping me.” A snicker escaped her cool exterior. “The evil bitch will pay.” Tamara turned away and surveyed the area. April honored her need for privacy. Tamara still hadn’t grieved her cousin’s death—instead, she’d agreed to risk her life on this crazy journey to a world that held the unknown. Giveaway:
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Sneak Peek! What the hell was I thinking? Jacqui stood outside the doors of the gym with her stomach in knots. Labored breathes and shaky exhales had her on the verge of hyperventilating and passing out. The misty spring morning did little to cool her as sweat coated her body—and she hadn’t even begun a workout. Agreeing to meet her best friend suddenly didn’t seem like such a bright idea, and she contemplated turning right around, getting in her car, and returning to her condo on the other side of Seattle. Forcing herself to calm down, she struggled to draw air into her lungs, determined not to disappoint her friend. Julie—aka, Julz—had urged Jacqui years prior, more adamantly in the recent months, to join her at the facility, but she’d been reluctant to say the least. Did she need to get back into a routine and continue building her strength after what she’d been through? Absolutely. Was she ready for it to take place in a public setting? Not so much. But Jacqui had finally given in, hoping to appease her friend. She knew it was the least she could do for all the times Julz had been by her side, supporting her through the darkest period of her life. Both women were divorced at the age of forty-nine, and while Julz was eager to find her next Mr. Right, Jacqui couldn’t care less at this point if she ever found love again. Not that she had it in the first place, thinking back on her marriage, and given how easily her husband had so callously left her once she had received her cancer diagnosis. Truth be told, their relationship had become strained and they were already on their way toward separation shortly before she got sick. He used her illness as his escape. ~~ Pushing aside that train of thought, Jacqui took a fortifying breath, grabbed the handle of the door, and stepped inside. As she continued to scan, she caught sight of Julz on an elliptical, right next to Evan, an admittedly handsome blond man. She stood a moment longer, feeling her mouth curve into a smile as Julz unabashedly threw her head back and hooted with laughter, uncaring that she drew a few curious stares. “She’s quite a sight, isn’t she?” Jacqui startled at the deep voice next to her and turned to stare at the expanse of an impressive chest. Her gaze traveled upward and met with the most intense hazel eyes she’d ever seen. The man who managed to move to her side without her knowing was simply gorgeous, as if he belonged in a magazine spread. Jacqui was dumbfounded and speechless—a situation she’d never been in before. Unable to look away or form a reply, she watched as his full lips smiled on his perfectly sculpted face. “Hi Jacqui, I’m Grant Miller, owner and trainer. Julie asked me to keep an eye out for you.” WINNER:
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 | A lifesaving antidote grows as a rare rose on an isle full of faerie lore. Healer Ursula Fraser won’t risk delivering her best friend’s twins without it, but first she’ll need a guide and a miracle. Both come in the form of battle-scarred laird Alasdair MacLeod, a Highlander who seeks to avenge his father’s death and claim the title, Lord of the Isles. He requires an heir, not a wife. But when he offers her his guidance, he also offers her his bed and a bargain. Insulted, but fearless, Ursula expects she’ll triumph without sacrifice until Alasdair takes a potion of accidental |
attraction and she’s certain he’s confusing love with infatuation. Even when he risks all to save her from the murderous MacDonalds, is her price too high to pay for him?
Will this Highlander who harbors a family secret keep her from returning to Fyvie Castle in time for the twins' delivery? Or will a faerie prophecy filled with magic and a roll of the dice settle all the scores?
The answers lie in The Secret of Skye Isle.
Will this Highlander who harbors a family secret keep her from returning to Fyvie Castle in time for the twins' delivery? Or will a faerie prophecy filled with magic and a roll of the dice settle all the scores?
The answers lie in The Secret of Skye Isle.
SNEAK PEEK!
“Don’t quit your day job.” That’s a famous phrase used to keep aspiring painters, musicians, writers…creative-types from making the mistake of confusing passion for their craft with making a living at it. Even once they are successful, the temptation to stay with the day job is easier than taking the leap of faith, so they moonlight.
Marisa Dillon is keeping her day job because she loves it, but moonlighting in the middle ages because she has a passion for it. Literally!
“The Secret of Skye Isle,” is the recently released third title in the Ladies of Lore series from Soul Mate Publishing. “Yes, there are three in the series,” says Dillon, “because series are more profitable than standalone titles.”
Well, that appears to be true before you analyze any data. You don’t have to look much farther than the “Harry Potter” and “Hunger Games” series to see the impact and financial success these efforts have had for J.K Rowling and Suzanne Collins.
“I knew I wanted to write a series even before I found out it was the smart business thing to do,” Dillon says.
In the “The Secret of Skye Isle,” Marisa combined her love of Scotland and the mystery of Faerie lore. “Before I wrote this book, I took a trip to the Isle of Skye to visit the castles I write about and ask the locals about faeires. Modern day Highlanders beliefs haven’t faltered over hundreds of years. Faeires are to be believed.”
But when it came to writing this book, Dillon said, she had today’s modern historical romance reader in mind. Here’s an excerpt that may get you hooked…
No matter what they called her, she was different from any woman he’d ever met. The clan was clamoring for an heir, but Alasdair didnae want to marry just to provide a son for his followers. Ursula appeared to be a woman who would consider bartering for what she wanted. Most healers preferred not to marry. Alasdair himself was of the same mind. Although he was a descendent of faerie blood, he rarely considered his skills magical.
Aye, the lass, Ursula, would be his goal. Even without her magic, he wanted her. The prophecy might be true after all, but it was too early to tell. She would have to return to the faerie pools with him to be certain.
Ursula spun around to find no words. Her mouth was clearly her enemy as it hung open to her utter embarrassment.
“Alasdair MacLeod, Eighth Laird of Dunvegan, at yer service,” he said in a heavy brogue, then he swung low in an exaggerated bow as if it was foreign to him.
Marisa Dillon is keeping her day job because she loves it, but moonlighting in the middle ages because she has a passion for it. Literally!
“The Secret of Skye Isle,” is the recently released third title in the Ladies of Lore series from Soul Mate Publishing. “Yes, there are three in the series,” says Dillon, “because series are more profitable than standalone titles.”
Well, that appears to be true before you analyze any data. You don’t have to look much farther than the “Harry Potter” and “Hunger Games” series to see the impact and financial success these efforts have had for J.K Rowling and Suzanne Collins.
“I knew I wanted to write a series even before I found out it was the smart business thing to do,” Dillon says.
In the “The Secret of Skye Isle,” Marisa combined her love of Scotland and the mystery of Faerie lore. “Before I wrote this book, I took a trip to the Isle of Skye to visit the castles I write about and ask the locals about faeires. Modern day Highlanders beliefs haven’t faltered over hundreds of years. Faeires are to be believed.”
But when it came to writing this book, Dillon said, she had today’s modern historical romance reader in mind. Here’s an excerpt that may get you hooked…
No matter what they called her, she was different from any woman he’d ever met. The clan was clamoring for an heir, but Alasdair didnae want to marry just to provide a son for his followers. Ursula appeared to be a woman who would consider bartering for what she wanted. Most healers preferred not to marry. Alasdair himself was of the same mind. Although he was a descendent of faerie blood, he rarely considered his skills magical.
Aye, the lass, Ursula, would be his goal. Even without her magic, he wanted her. The prophecy might be true after all, but it was too early to tell. She would have to return to the faerie pools with him to be certain.
Ursula spun around to find no words. Her mouth was clearly her enemy as it hung open to her utter embarrassment.
“Alasdair MacLeod, Eighth Laird of Dunvegan, at yer service,” he said in a heavy brogue, then he swung low in an exaggerated bow as if it was foreign to him.
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Giveaway:
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 | Come join us for a fun-filled vacation in Mystic Pines, Alaska, where the weather isn’t always warm but our hospitality is. Spencer Clarke and his four best friends decided to take the abandoned town of Mystic Pines and turn it into a vacation destination for the LGBTQ community. But nothing about Mystic Pines was as he thought it would be, especially when he encounters someone who challenges his notions of family. |
When Reese Alston heard about Mystic Pines, he had to admit to being intrigued by the idea of a town that would accept everyone for who they were. But when he moved there in hopes of opening an animal daycare, he found that not everyone was as accepting as he wished. An animal lover at heart, Reese was dismayed to find out that Spencer Clarke was adamant no pets would ever be allowed in his resort.
Will they be able to come to a compromise? Or will one husky have to outwit them both to see the future they were meant to have?
Warning: This series takes place in the middle of the Alaskan Triangle. Anything could happen, from Bigfoot, to aliens, to disappearances and upside-down trees, so expect the unexpected.
Will they be able to come to a compromise? Or will one husky have to outwit them both to see the future they were meant to have?
Warning: This series takes place in the middle of the Alaskan Triangle. Anything could happen, from Bigfoot, to aliens, to disappearances and upside-down trees, so expect the unexpected.
Sneak Peek!
Spencer tried to keep a straight face, but he was finding it challenging. Axom was a big man. At six-foot-five and easily three hundred pounds of well-defined muscle, he was the epitome of a mountain man, which considering he grew up in the hills of Tennessee, made sense.
That was why seeing Axom face down, with his legs splayed out, his skirt riding up to show off his naked ass - because apparently ghosts aren’t meant to wear underwear? – and his ginger beard and hair that was now white as snow covered much of it, had Spencer doing everything he could not to laugh his butt off. In the end, he failed miserably.
Then again, how could he not? That was especially true, when Axon had to spit out a mouthful of snow when he said, “Not funny.”
If only it had stopped there, but, since they’d met in college their freshmen year, Spencer had learned when it came to Axom, it never did. The man was a walking accident. For normal people, sure they might have slipped on the ice, but they’d get back up, brush themselves off and continue on their way. But not Axom.
No. It was never that simple.
When Axom put his bare hands down, which Spencer couldn’t imagine doing on ice but somehow it didn’t stop his friend, and Axom started to push up from the ground, he let out a very unmanly scream that had to have been three octaves higher than his normal voice.
“I know the ice is cold, but it’s not going to get any warmer, so suck it up and let’s get going.” Spencer might be wearing a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, sweater, fleece coat, and a heavy winter coat, but he was still cold as fuck. “Come on, I’d like to get some hot coffee and try to warm up. With any luck they have the fire going.”
Spencer had been born and raised in the plains of Iowa, where the winters were bitter, especially when there was no stopping the fierce winds from blowing in, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep experiencing it. He should have gone with his original plan to find a place in the south where he could settle down.
If only the allure of being part owner of a town, as well as own a resort hotel, hadn’t of been so damned tempting. He could be basking on a beach somewhere right then if he hadn’t allowed his stupid ambition to get in the way.
“I can’t,” Axom squeaked out.
“Really?” Spencer sighed as he leaned down to put a hand on Axom’s arm to help pull him up.
Before he could do much of anything, Axom screamed, “Nooooo.” The piercing sound as well as the raw terror he heard in his friend’s voice had Spencer frowning down at the man.
He was ready to just leave him there. Well, not really. He wasn’t about to let Axom freeze to death, but he had to admit to being tempted.
“Come on, man, I’m cold. Get up,” Spencer told him.
“I can’t. I’m stuck,” Axom groaned as if he were in tremendous pain.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “How many times do I need to tell you to wear gloves?”
“It’s not my…” Axom stopped as he wiggled his arm, only to realize he wasn’t able to move it. “Fuck. Apparently, I’m stuck in two places.”
Frowning, Spencer looked down at his friend. “If it isn’t your hands then what…”
Spencer could feel his eyes grow large as he stared at Axom’s bare ass. His skirt had completely come up over the man’s large hips, leaving everything exposed.
That was why seeing Axom face down, with his legs splayed out, his skirt riding up to show off his naked ass - because apparently ghosts aren’t meant to wear underwear? – and his ginger beard and hair that was now white as snow covered much of it, had Spencer doing everything he could not to laugh his butt off. In the end, he failed miserably.
Then again, how could he not? That was especially true, when Axon had to spit out a mouthful of snow when he said, “Not funny.”
If only it had stopped there, but, since they’d met in college their freshmen year, Spencer had learned when it came to Axom, it never did. The man was a walking accident. For normal people, sure they might have slipped on the ice, but they’d get back up, brush themselves off and continue on their way. But not Axom.
No. It was never that simple.
When Axom put his bare hands down, which Spencer couldn’t imagine doing on ice but somehow it didn’t stop his friend, and Axom started to push up from the ground, he let out a very unmanly scream that had to have been three octaves higher than his normal voice.
“I know the ice is cold, but it’s not going to get any warmer, so suck it up and let’s get going.” Spencer might be wearing a t-shirt, long-sleeved shirt, sweater, fleece coat, and a heavy winter coat, but he was still cold as fuck. “Come on, I’d like to get some hot coffee and try to warm up. With any luck they have the fire going.”
Spencer had been born and raised in the plains of Iowa, where the winters were bitter, especially when there was no stopping the fierce winds from blowing in, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep experiencing it. He should have gone with his original plan to find a place in the south where he could settle down.
If only the allure of being part owner of a town, as well as own a resort hotel, hadn’t of been so damned tempting. He could be basking on a beach somewhere right then if he hadn’t allowed his stupid ambition to get in the way.
“I can’t,” Axom squeaked out.
“Really?” Spencer sighed as he leaned down to put a hand on Axom’s arm to help pull him up.
Before he could do much of anything, Axom screamed, “Nooooo.” The piercing sound as well as the raw terror he heard in his friend’s voice had Spencer frowning down at the man.
He was ready to just leave him there. Well, not really. He wasn’t about to let Axom freeze to death, but he had to admit to being tempted.
“Come on, man, I’m cold. Get up,” Spencer told him.
“I can’t. I’m stuck,” Axom groaned as if he were in tremendous pain.
Spencer rolled his eyes. “How many times do I need to tell you to wear gloves?”
“It’s not my…” Axom stopped as he wiggled his arm, only to realize he wasn’t able to move it. “Fuck. Apparently, I’m stuck in two places.”
Frowning, Spencer looked down at his friend. “If it isn’t your hands then what…”
Spencer could feel his eyes grow large as he stared at Axom’s bare ass. His skirt had completely come up over the man’s large hips, leaving everything exposed.
Giveaway:
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WINNERS:
Gift Card - Loveless (judi)
Prize list book: Lisa
Gift Card - Loveless (judi)
Prize list book: Lisa
Designated bait slut. Hardly the job Charli dreamed of growing up, but as a single parent with a toddler to protect her choices are limited. She cruises the local bars looking for unsuspecting victims to lure into the pack’s clutches. The future looks bleak until she runs into her childhood sweetheart in a downtown pub.
Wyatt is in town for his semi-annual meeting with his pack’s financial advisor. This trip, though, he finds more than a good return on investment. The moment he lays eyes on Charli he realizes she is his mate, the one female who can complete his life. He’s determined to convince her to bond with him. From a tooth and claw fight with her Alpha, to reading bedtime stories to her daughter, he’ll do whatever it takes to get her to say “Yes.”
Wyatt is in town for his semi-annual meeting with his pack’s financial advisor. This trip, though, he finds more than a good return on investment. The moment he lays eyes on Charli he realizes she is his mate, the one female who can complete his life. He’s determined to convince her to bond with him. From a tooth and claw fight with her Alpha, to reading bedtime stories to her daughter, he’ll do whatever it takes to get her to say “Yes.”
Sneak Peek Below!
She loved the feel of hard-packed dirt beneath her paws, the wind ruffling her fur as she moved.
Life was so much simpler as a wolf. She felt strong, powerful, invincible. All the doubts and insecurities that plagued her as a human melted away like the morning banks of fog along the edge of the Bow River. The forest became her playground. Here she could run until her sides heaved and her paws ached. She could hunt small game, or chase the deer that took advantage of this beautiful park within the city. Indulging her less civilized instincts was one of the few things that helped her to keep her sanity these days.
A marmot scurried across the path in front of her and she pounced, letting the little creature go after a playful toss in the air. Meat wasn’t what she craved right now. She felt restless, edgy.
She glanced back to make sure Wyatt was still following her. Yeah, she craved him, craved his touch, his hands on her naked flesh. Forbidden thoughts flickered through her mind. She felt reckless, ready to risk anything to get what she desired.
She paused and lifted her muzzle, testing the scents carried on the cool mountain breeze. She could detect no other wolf in the area. Just the two of them. Wyatt and her. Male and female.
She blinked, her voice faltering for a moment as she felt an unfamiliar sensation in the back of her mind. A presence. Wyatt? She’d heard tell of wolves that could communicate with each other without words. Mates who bonded for life were said to have that ability. She’d never felt it, though. She knew Henry, the Alpha, could track her by some sort of unfortunate connection, but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. He wasn’t inside her head.
And neither was Wyatt.
She gave her head a hard shake. She was losing it. The stress of her crappy life was causing her to hallucinate. Sure, she wanted Wyatt in a very basic, sexual way. Emotions, bonds, that silly thing people liked to call love, none of them had any place in her life. What she felt for Wyatt was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.
An itch she intended to scratch very, very soon.
She hesitated for a split second. Deep inside her, a tiny voice objected. This is insane. It’s not worth the risk. Henry will go berserk. He’s not worth the risk. Stop before it’s too late.
She ignored the voice.
Life was so much simpler as a wolf. She felt strong, powerful, invincible. All the doubts and insecurities that plagued her as a human melted away like the morning banks of fog along the edge of the Bow River. The forest became her playground. Here she could run until her sides heaved and her paws ached. She could hunt small game, or chase the deer that took advantage of this beautiful park within the city. Indulging her less civilized instincts was one of the few things that helped her to keep her sanity these days.
A marmot scurried across the path in front of her and she pounced, letting the little creature go after a playful toss in the air. Meat wasn’t what she craved right now. She felt restless, edgy.
She glanced back to make sure Wyatt was still following her. Yeah, she craved him, craved his touch, his hands on her naked flesh. Forbidden thoughts flickered through her mind. She felt reckless, ready to risk anything to get what she desired.
She paused and lifted her muzzle, testing the scents carried on the cool mountain breeze. She could detect no other wolf in the area. Just the two of them. Wyatt and her. Male and female.
She blinked, her voice faltering for a moment as she felt an unfamiliar sensation in the back of her mind. A presence. Wyatt? She’d heard tell of wolves that could communicate with each other without words. Mates who bonded for life were said to have that ability. She’d never felt it, though. She knew Henry, the Alpha, could track her by some sort of unfortunate connection, but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. He wasn’t inside her head.
And neither was Wyatt.
She gave her head a hard shake. She was losing it. The stress of her crappy life was causing her to hallucinate. Sure, she wanted Wyatt in a very basic, sexual way. Emotions, bonds, that silly thing people liked to call love, none of them had any place in her life. What she felt for Wyatt was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust.
An itch she intended to scratch very, very soon.
She hesitated for a split second. Deep inside her, a tiny voice objected. This is insane. It’s not worth the risk. Henry will go berserk. He’s not worth the risk. Stop before it’s too late.
She ignored the voice.
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Gift Card: Lily
Ecopy of Chasing Charli: Tammy
 | A woman in need of protection. A Vicious MC enforcer. One wicked plan of revenge. I spend a decade running from the demons of my past until they show up at the Vicious Vipers MC compound in need of my help. I failed to watch over the one woman who meant everything to me, even if she wasn’t mine. But, I will not fail in protecting her daughter, despite the crime lords gunning for her. She’s feisty and fierce, and off limits, but damn if my |
body and mind aren’t on the same page.
She might not think she needs looking after, but I will fulfill my promise to her father to keep her safe—even if the cost is my life for hers.
She might not think she needs looking after, but I will fulfill my promise to her father to keep her safe—even if the cost is my life for hers.
Interview with Lynn Burke
Where is your favorite place to write?
I'm a sucker for silence, so in front of my computer while the three spawn are at school is ideal. I can also be found jotting down a scene with pen and paper while making dinner if inspiration strikes.
What inspires you as an author?
Inspiration comes from various places—a guy ahead of me in line at the post office, a woman I pass in the grocery store, a picturesque cabin in the middle of the woods, a clam shack...
What are you working on next and when can we expect to see it?
Up next is Stone’s story – Ruthless Sentinel, Vicious Vipers 2! It’s all plotted (as of this moment in time) and I just need to get typing away. With the holidays, though, it’ll be tough. Family all over the place, zero silence...yeah. won’t be easy.
How do you spend your free time?
I'm either outside in my garden, cooking, cleaning, or reading. I could totally be a hermit. ;)
Rapid fire questions just for fun:
Coffee or tea?
COFFEE A MILLION TIMES OVER!
Morning person or night owl?
MORNING!
Cats or dogs?
I have 2 cats who actually could care less about the xmas tree. Go figure.
Gold or silver?
Silver
Dom or sub?
IF I lived that lifestyle, I might actually be a switch. Both definitely appeal to me.
Chocolate or caramel?
Both. Together.
I'm a sucker for silence, so in front of my computer while the three spawn are at school is ideal. I can also be found jotting down a scene with pen and paper while making dinner if inspiration strikes.
What inspires you as an author?
Inspiration comes from various places—a guy ahead of me in line at the post office, a woman I pass in the grocery store, a picturesque cabin in the middle of the woods, a clam shack...
What are you working on next and when can we expect to see it?
Up next is Stone’s story – Ruthless Sentinel, Vicious Vipers 2! It’s all plotted (as of this moment in time) and I just need to get typing away. With the holidays, though, it’ll be tough. Family all over the place, zero silence...yeah. won’t be easy.
How do you spend your free time?
I'm either outside in my garden, cooking, cleaning, or reading. I could totally be a hermit. ;)
Rapid fire questions just for fun:
Coffee or tea?
COFFEE A MILLION TIMES OVER!
Morning person or night owl?
MORNING!
Cats or dogs?
I have 2 cats who actually could care less about the xmas tree. Go figure.
Gold or silver?
Silver
Dom or sub?
IF I lived that lifestyle, I might actually be a switch. Both definitely appeal to me.
Chocolate or caramel?
Both. Together.
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Winners
Gift card: Lisa
Prize list book: Joy
Interview with Christine Rees
Canadian teen fiction author Christine Rees is a Western University graduate, Sheridan College alumni, animal enthusiast and lover of all literature. Christine is passionate about helping other writers find their voice. She spends her free time writing books with a cat nestled in her lap or a large dog encouraging her procrastination. Her bestselling debut YA novel The Hidden Legacy and its sequel The Broken Rivalry are paranormal stories filled with romantic inklings and suspense.
Why write YA fiction?
Why not? I first began this journey writing YA novels and I feel no need to stop now. Teen fiction can be a powerful tool for growth and change. Some of the most successful YA stories carry emotional and dark undertones that heavily relate to readers – no matter their age.
What made you want to be a writer?
I’ve always enjoyed words. As a kid, I used to play around with song-writing and poetry – neither of them my strong suit. In high school, I went everywhere with a book in hand. When I finished reading the few books I’d brought to our cottage, it was raining and there was no Internet. So, I listened to music, noticing the way new stories unfolded in my mind. That was the first time I thought to write them down.
Now, anytime I feel my imagination flicker to life, I write on anything I can get my hands on. It took a bored teenager with no internet or friends around to realize my passion is storytelling, not simply being the listener.
What inspires you to write?
Anything and everything.
Rainy days boost my creativity, but inspiration stems from everywhere. A long walk outside. A train ride. An emotional movie scene. A song on the radio. A painting. At times, something speaks to us more than others because of what’s happening in our lives. When something ignites that creative spark, let it breathe and grow. Allow that flame of inspiration to become something tangible.
How does music impact your writing?
Music unlocks my imagination. When I listen to a specific song or genre of music, I visualize scenes that are connected to my stories. For example, I use rock music to develop fight scenes because they help me to capture the intensity of what’s happening.
How do you deal with isolation since writing is more of a private task?
By keeping my family and dearest friends involved in the process. After spending hours writing with headphones on, I share it with the people closest to me. I don’t allow my writing to remain entirely private anymore. Their feedback helps to shape the part of me that’s within those pages.
Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
Never stop writing. You might think you have a hit with the first book you write, and maybe you’re that lucky, but it usually takes a few tries to master your writing style and voice.
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Why write YA fiction?
Why not? I first began this journey writing YA novels and I feel no need to stop now. Teen fiction can be a powerful tool for growth and change. Some of the most successful YA stories carry emotional and dark undertones that heavily relate to readers – no matter their age.
What made you want to be a writer?
I’ve always enjoyed words. As a kid, I used to play around with song-writing and poetry – neither of them my strong suit. In high school, I went everywhere with a book in hand. When I finished reading the few books I’d brought to our cottage, it was raining and there was no Internet. So, I listened to music, noticing the way new stories unfolded in my mind. That was the first time I thought to write them down.
Now, anytime I feel my imagination flicker to life, I write on anything I can get my hands on. It took a bored teenager with no internet or friends around to realize my passion is storytelling, not simply being the listener.
What inspires you to write?
Anything and everything.
Rainy days boost my creativity, but inspiration stems from everywhere. A long walk outside. A train ride. An emotional movie scene. A song on the radio. A painting. At times, something speaks to us more than others because of what’s happening in our lives. When something ignites that creative spark, let it breathe and grow. Allow that flame of inspiration to become something tangible.
How does music impact your writing?
Music unlocks my imagination. When I listen to a specific song or genre of music, I visualize scenes that are connected to my stories. For example, I use rock music to develop fight scenes because they help me to capture the intensity of what’s happening.
How do you deal with isolation since writing is more of a private task?
By keeping my family and dearest friends involved in the process. After spending hours writing with headphones on, I share it with the people closest to me. I don’t allow my writing to remain entirely private anymore. Their feedback helps to shape the part of me that’s within those pages.
Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
Never stop writing. You might think you have a hit with the first book you write, and maybe you’re that lucky, but it usually takes a few tries to master your writing style and voice.
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 | My first love. My first lust. Fourteen years later, my feelings haven’t changed. But it’s not that simple... I’m right back where I said I’d never be. Living in the house I was raised in, giving up an action-filled job in the city to return to a town that’s emptier than a tomb, working in a place that once made my skin crawl. All for a boy I lusted for who turned me down flat, and another that I loved who walked away with my virginity. But things aren’t as they seem. |
Keith Ryker and Jason Lee are no longer boys … and love one another.
Can I forget the pain of the past?
Can this small, judgmental neck of the woods embrace my choices?
Can the secrets of yesterday become the foundation of tomorrow? Or will they crucify me against Springhill, Texas all over again?
I want two men. Is that wrong? Is it immoral? Probably. But I’ll fight until the end for the men I love. And if that’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
Can I forget the pain of the past?
Can this small, judgmental neck of the woods embrace my choices?
Can the secrets of yesterday become the foundation of tomorrow? Or will they crucify me against Springhill, Texas all over again?
I want two men. Is that wrong? Is it immoral? Probably. But I’ll fight until the end for the men I love. And if that’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right.
Sneak Peek
Lust breathes inside me. My body is hard, aching steel as I crunch on ice, deliberately, vulgarly, well aware that he’s fighting like hell not to cringe at the one thing that drives him mad. One can almost hear a pin drop as he remains stationary, speaking to me in a silence that’s so powerful, so calming and soothing, that it’s almost meditative.
Naked, bowing with hands clasped behind him, he kneels, respectfully, deathly still like a man praying at the altar. Cramps ricochet through the nape of his neck. Goose bumps blanket his back. Teeth stave off chattering as cold licks his face, his lips turning purple as the fifty-five-degree room spreads chills straight through his bones like a raging wintery blast.
Despite the crispness of the temperature, the burning pain shooting up his neck like blistering flames, or the hard floor bruising his bare knees, he’s exactly where he wants to be, where he needs to be. Respecting, yielding, his mind conceding to the biting anguish, the discomfort, the torment.
Like a garden gargoyle, he stoops before me, surrendering, waiting, patient and devoted, for the pangs, the cramps, and the stiffness to all fade away into sheer bliss and searing elation. My body trembles and aches with dark wicked desire as I swallow the last drops of a Crown and Coke, place the tumbler aside, then lower my hands around his windpipe. There’s still no whimper of a sound when I know he yearns to speak. There’s not an inch of movement when I’m certain everything hurts. This is all because these aches, these pains, are like a welcoming hospitality to me, to him, to us, and what’s to come. Placing more force around his neck, I look down to see him beautifully hot and swollen, his tip dribbling clear arousal.
“Look at me,” I command in a menacing whisper. “Tell me what you need, boy.”
When I lessen my grip, he replies hoarsely. “To hand you everything. To give you my body. To submit only to you.”
My cock aches at the hunger in the piercing blue of his eyes, the urgency to leave his pretty thighs veiled in my marks spreading through me like billowing hot wildfire. His body is my temple—to use, to own, to take, take, and take again.
He’s salvation, redemption, deliverance, an indulgence that’s sweet, rich, and delectable.
And too good to only savor once.
Naked, bowing with hands clasped behind him, he kneels, respectfully, deathly still like a man praying at the altar. Cramps ricochet through the nape of his neck. Goose bumps blanket his back. Teeth stave off chattering as cold licks his face, his lips turning purple as the fifty-five-degree room spreads chills straight through his bones like a raging wintery blast.
Despite the crispness of the temperature, the burning pain shooting up his neck like blistering flames, or the hard floor bruising his bare knees, he’s exactly where he wants to be, where he needs to be. Respecting, yielding, his mind conceding to the biting anguish, the discomfort, the torment.
Like a garden gargoyle, he stoops before me, surrendering, waiting, patient and devoted, for the pangs, the cramps, and the stiffness to all fade away into sheer bliss and searing elation. My body trembles and aches with dark wicked desire as I swallow the last drops of a Crown and Coke, place the tumbler aside, then lower my hands around his windpipe. There’s still no whimper of a sound when I know he yearns to speak. There’s not an inch of movement when I’m certain everything hurts. This is all because these aches, these pains, are like a welcoming hospitality to me, to him, to us, and what’s to come. Placing more force around his neck, I look down to see him beautifully hot and swollen, his tip dribbling clear arousal.
“Look at me,” I command in a menacing whisper. “Tell me what you need, boy.”
When I lessen my grip, he replies hoarsely. “To hand you everything. To give you my body. To submit only to you.”
My cock aches at the hunger in the piercing blue of his eyes, the urgency to leave his pretty thighs veiled in my marks spreading through me like billowing hot wildfire. His body is my temple—to use, to own, to take, take, and take again.
He’s salvation, redemption, deliverance, an indulgence that’s sweet, rich, and delectable.
And too good to only savor once.
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 | Hawk shifter, Brennon Underhill is on a mission to shut down rogue labs and take down those responsible for experimenting with humans and shifters. A startling connection ignites within him after one look at Mikki, the only survivor of horrific deeds, and he knows he’ll do anything to save her and make her his. One moment Mikki Babineaux is celebrating with friends, the next she realizes she’s been kidnapped and put through torture. Her savior comes in the hulking form of a gorgeous stranger named Brennon who sparks decadent desires. But learning he’s a shifter, and she may now be |
one as well, throws her world into a tailspin.
Can they rise above the chaos to find love and balance with one another?
Can they rise above the chaos to find love and balance with one another?
Sneak Peek
“Come on, trust me,” Brennon whispered.
Her gaze locked with his as she pressed her palm to the window opposite his hand. When she made contact, Brennon could’ve sworn he felt her heat radiate through the thick barrier. And she must have felt something too because a tiny gasp escaped her mouth, causing the glass to fog with her breath. Her breathing increased, her chest moved rapidly, and her eyes dilated, becoming almost completely black from her wide pupils.
Brennon slung the rifle across his back while continuing to keep his sights on the woman. He began speaking in a normal tone. “I’m not here to harm you. I’m here to help.”
She blinked several times, a beautiful bright gold replacing the black as her eyes returned to normal. Her breathing remained a bit elevated, but at least she was breathing. And upright, as opposed to either passed out, drugged, or dead like the others.
“I want to open the door and get you out of there, but you’ve got to promise to remain with me. Can you do that?”
The woman nodded once.
“I’m Brennon.”
She smiled, showing brilliant white, straight teeth. “M-Mikki.” Her voice cracked, its low tone barely above a whisper as it was muffled by the obstacle between them.
Brennon returned her smile. “Mikki.”
She nodded several more times before attempting to speak again. “The door, locked.”
The raspy sound of her voice shouldn’t have sparked something inside Brennon, but it sure as hell did. Turning his concentration to the door, he did indeed find it locked. With nothing around to bang on the knob, and not wanting to damage the rifle any further, he figured he’d have to bust it open with his body.
“You’re gonna have to step back.” He spoke louder so she’d be sure to hear him. “Can you shield yourself with the mattress? I’m gonna have to bust the door.”
Mikki nodded and scrambled to the bed, easily lifting the pitiful mattress and holding it in front of her as she put herself in the corner.
Brennon lifted the rifle off and set it along with the radio on the floor beyond the door jamb. He backed against the opposite wall, giving himself about four feet of distance before launching his body at the door. It easily burst open from the force, banging against the wall. Brennon stopped it from swinging back at him, and when his hand slid around to the inside, he felt dents on the metal. As he started to look at what he was feeling, Mikki threw down her shield and began running toward him. He had just enough time to react as she jumped into his arms. Her body shook as he easily caught her petite form and held her close. Even with the smell of dirt and sweat coating the gown and her skin, he detected an underlying scent of something sweetly musky.
A heady combination.
Her gaze locked with his as she pressed her palm to the window opposite his hand. When she made contact, Brennon could’ve sworn he felt her heat radiate through the thick barrier. And she must have felt something too because a tiny gasp escaped her mouth, causing the glass to fog with her breath. Her breathing increased, her chest moved rapidly, and her eyes dilated, becoming almost completely black from her wide pupils.
Brennon slung the rifle across his back while continuing to keep his sights on the woman. He began speaking in a normal tone. “I’m not here to harm you. I’m here to help.”
She blinked several times, a beautiful bright gold replacing the black as her eyes returned to normal. Her breathing remained a bit elevated, but at least she was breathing. And upright, as opposed to either passed out, drugged, or dead like the others.
“I want to open the door and get you out of there, but you’ve got to promise to remain with me. Can you do that?”
The woman nodded once.
“I’m Brennon.”
She smiled, showing brilliant white, straight teeth. “M-Mikki.” Her voice cracked, its low tone barely above a whisper as it was muffled by the obstacle between them.
Brennon returned her smile. “Mikki.”
She nodded several more times before attempting to speak again. “The door, locked.”
The raspy sound of her voice shouldn’t have sparked something inside Brennon, but it sure as hell did. Turning his concentration to the door, he did indeed find it locked. With nothing around to bang on the knob, and not wanting to damage the rifle any further, he figured he’d have to bust it open with his body.
“You’re gonna have to step back.” He spoke louder so she’d be sure to hear him. “Can you shield yourself with the mattress? I’m gonna have to bust the door.”
Mikki nodded and scrambled to the bed, easily lifting the pitiful mattress and holding it in front of her as she put herself in the corner.
Brennon lifted the rifle off and set it along with the radio on the floor beyond the door jamb. He backed against the opposite wall, giving himself about four feet of distance before launching his body at the door. It easily burst open from the force, banging against the wall. Brennon stopped it from swinging back at him, and when his hand slid around to the inside, he felt dents on the metal. As he started to look at what he was feeling, Mikki threw down her shield and began running toward him. He had just enough time to react as she jumped into his arms. Her body shook as he easily caught her petite form and held her close. Even with the smell of dirt and sweat coating the gown and her skin, he detected an underlying scent of something sweetly musky.
A heady combination.
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 | Will the woman he left behind a decade ago be His Salvation? Seth McCullough left behind his high school sweetheart, Krista Chancellor, determined to keep her safe. Running from his own demons, Seth joined the military, hoping for a new start. Ten years later, after experiencing psychological and physical trauma, Seth takes a trip to Mexico for rest and relaxation. Waking up one morning confused, bloody, and linked to multiple high profile murders, Seth is sure he’s lost what little sanity he has left. Determined to find |
answers, Seth reaches out to the only person he ever trusted, his old flame, Krista.
Now, Krista and Seth find themselves embroiled in an agenda too terrifying to comprehend. Not sure who to trust, and looking for answers, will the woman he left behind over a decade ago be His Salvation, or his ruin?
Now, Krista and Seth find themselves embroiled in an agenda too terrifying to comprehend. Not sure who to trust, and looking for answers, will the woman he left behind over a decade ago be His Salvation, or his ruin?
Sneak Peek
Seth flung the remote control onto the bedspread, lunged off the bed, and began pacing around the room. His mind struggled to come to grips with the growing realization that the uncanny resemblance to his previous visions and the breaking news broadcast, was possibly due to the fact he had murdered, not one, but two individuals last night.
But how? Why? And why in the hell couldn’t he remember anything more clearly? No! It was impossible! He told himself. But he glanced down at his finger, wrapped in a clean strip of 47 cloth, ripped from one of his shirts, and the bitter reality of his injury confirmed he had incurred the wound sometime during the night. He could only guess it may have been from the altercation he witnessed in his waking dream.
This train of thought led him down a mind-blowing, terrifying path of possibilities filling him with a sudden and debilitating dread. For the first time in as long as he could remember, his loneliness struck him to the core, making him feel a hopelessness that threatened to pull him down into its abyss forever. He wasn’t sure if he was going insane, or if he was the cold-blooded murderer of people he didn’t even know, for reasons he was completely unaware of, with apparently no more than a vague recollection of the event.
Suddenly humbled with the realization he couldn’t face this situation alone, he knew he needed help, and he needed someone he could trust.
Krista.
Again he thought of reaching out to her for help, but this time instead of talking himself out of it, he accepted the simple fact that he would contact her. He had to, or else he would give in to this paralyzing sense of emptiness. She was a psychologist, she was his friend, and she was the only one who could help him. It was obvious to him now. He needed her assistance.
He forced himself to gather his thoughts and sat down to pull out the phone directory. First, he would order room service. His body desperately needed nourishment. Next, he would call the airport and arrange for the next flight back to the States, but rather than heading home, he would go straight to Texas.
Straight to Krista
But how? Why? And why in the hell couldn’t he remember anything more clearly? No! It was impossible! He told himself. But he glanced down at his finger, wrapped in a clean strip of 47 cloth, ripped from one of his shirts, and the bitter reality of his injury confirmed he had incurred the wound sometime during the night. He could only guess it may have been from the altercation he witnessed in his waking dream.
This train of thought led him down a mind-blowing, terrifying path of possibilities filling him with a sudden and debilitating dread. For the first time in as long as he could remember, his loneliness struck him to the core, making him feel a hopelessness that threatened to pull him down into its abyss forever. He wasn’t sure if he was going insane, or if he was the cold-blooded murderer of people he didn’t even know, for reasons he was completely unaware of, with apparently no more than a vague recollection of the event.
Suddenly humbled with the realization he couldn’t face this situation alone, he knew he needed help, and he needed someone he could trust.
Krista.
Again he thought of reaching out to her for help, but this time instead of talking himself out of it, he accepted the simple fact that he would contact her. He had to, or else he would give in to this paralyzing sense of emptiness. She was a psychologist, she was his friend, and she was the only one who could help him. It was obvious to him now. He needed her assistance.
He forced himself to gather his thoughts and sat down to pull out the phone directory. First, he would order room service. His body desperately needed nourishment. Next, he would call the airport and arrange for the next flight back to the States, but rather than heading home, he would go straight to Texas.
Straight to Krista
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Can the young stud convince the beautiful cougar that love is worth another chance?
Come join us for a fun-filled vacation in Mystic Pines, Alaska, where the weather isn’t always warm but our hospitality is.
he must chose to cling to his beliefs or risk his heart and fall in love.
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