Big Backlist Weekend with KC Burn & Tara Lain #2giveaways #Romance

Hi Everyone!!!!

Welcome to Big Backlist Weekend! This is a special event I post every month or so where I ask a wonderful author to come and join me in giving away a copy of an ebook from their backlist.

My guest today is my dear friend, KC Burn! I just got to hang out with her at RT and had such a good time. Kc is also a brilliant writer and one of her most popular books ever is North on Drummond. I think you’ll see why.

I’m giving away an ebook copy of Brush With Catastrophe, the second book in the The Aloysius Tales Series. I loved writing this book because it involves a geeky nerd, a favorite type of hero for me, and he’s an artist. Some of my most loved heroes are artists. I studied both painting and collage and love bringing those details to my stories.

Here’s your chance to win one or the other of our books. Just enter on the Rafflecopter below and watch for Big Backlist Weekend with special guests every month.

 

North on Drummond
by K.C. Burn

Blurb: 
Sandy Bottom Bay, Florida – Come for the Haunts, Stay for the Beaches! Drew Drummond might call himself a psychic tarot reader, but he doesn’t believe in the supernatural. The business was left to him by his grandmother, and seemed the best way to rise above the chronic criminal behavior of the Drummond family. Despite his efforts, few of the townspeople consider him a good romantic match. Being gay only makes finding love more difficult. When Cliff Garcia, Drew’s teenaged crush, moves back to town and joins the police force, Drew doesn’t think he has a chance. After all, the skeptical cop considers Drew’s profession on par with professional con men, and Cliff had spent his entire school career feuding with Drew’s volatile brothers. Despite the obstacles, Drew and Cliff begin a fiery relationship. Just when Drew starts to believe they might have a chance, he suffers a head injury and begins having visions of the future. If Drew tells Cliff the truth, he’ll lose the man he’s falling for, but keeping his new ability a secret is no longer an option. If he can’t convince Cliff he’s for real, a murderer will walk free.

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Excerpt

 A rapping sound, subtly different than the constant throb in his head, caught Drew’s attention. Was someone knocking at his kitchen door?

“Is anyone here? Drew? Kyle?”

Ah, so Cliff was here. Drew waited a moment, but he didn’t hear Kyle respond.

Drew pulled in a deep breath and forced himself to project his voice. “Come on in. The door’s open.”

Or he assumed it was. When he was home, he didn’t usually lock the door. Not only did he have very little worth stealing, no one in town was that stupid. Despite last night’s fiasco, his brothers were very protective of him, and from the explanations he’d been given, his concussion was a result of that. An accident of timing. Probably a good one, truth be told. Brett Cavanagh with a broken jaw would mean jail time for one or both of his brothers, whereas Drew with a concussion had been able to keep them safe. Although he still suspected there would be some harsh words exchanged next time Cliff came across either of them.

A muffled thump and a squeak told Drew Cliff had placed something heavy on the floor next to the kitchen table.

“Where are you?”

It was a good question. Where was Kyle? How long did it take to get rid of a client?

“In here.” This time Drew’s voice was quieter.

Cliff peered into the bathroom like he was doing a perp check— was that even what it was called? He’d only ever seen it on Law & Order when the cops busted into some suspect’s home; he’d never seen firsthand what happened when any of his relatives had been arrested.

In seconds, the wary cop became the concerned cop as Cliff knelt beside Drew.

“Are you okay? Did you fall? How’s your vision? I can call an ambulance.”

The barrage of questions had Drew blinking in shock, unable to answer any questions fast enough, but he reached out a hand to stop Cliff from pulling out a cell phone.

“I’m fine.” Drew let out a chuckle but stifled it quickly. “I just stopped here to rest a bit in the cool, and then I guess I dozed off.”

“And Kyle left you here like that?” Anger made Cliff scowl, and like a flash of lightning, Drew had his first insight into Cliff the man. One he should have twigged to earlier, but morphine was going to be the scapegoat for a lot of things. Cliff had a temper. Drew didn’t recall seeing signs of it in the teenaged Cliff, nor did he feel at all threatened, but a temper. He’d have to remember that.

“Well, he can’t exactly lift me up.”

Cliff’s scowl eased up not at all. “Then he should have texted me instead of going off God knows where and leaving you here on the floor.”

Another laugh escaped, and this one didn’t feel like knives dancing in his brain, which was a big improvement. “God and I happen to know he’s just in the front room, getting rid of a walk-in client. He’s coming right back.”

“Oh.” This time Cliff’s angry expression faded. “A client. Funny, I guess I never asked what you do for a living.”

Drew had no trouble interpreting the odd grimace on Cliff’s face. He’d seen it more than once. What did a Drummond do for a living aside from lie around drinking beer, or stealing shit and causing trouble?

About The Author

KC Burn has been writing for as long as she can remember and is a sucker for happy endings (of all kinds). After moving from Toronto to Florida for her husband to take a dream job, she discovered a love of gay romance and fulfilled a dream of her own — getting published. After a few years of editing web content by day, and neglecting her supportive, understanding hubby and needy cat at night to write stories about men loving men, she was uprooted yet again and now resides in California. Writing is always fun and rewarding, but writing about her guys is the most fun she’s had in a long time, and she hopes you’ll enjoy them as much as she does.

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Brush With Catastrophe 
(The Aloysius Tales Series, #2) 

By Tara Lain

 

Blurb:
Sammy Raphael is a crappy witch, and on top of that, he can’t seem to get a boyfriend. Where other supernaturals can bring down lightning and manifest wealth, Sammy can paint. Granted, the “prophetic” paintings he creates at night always come true, but they never predict anything important. Sammy feels like a total loser with a worthless ability.
One night he paints a gorgeous guy who turns out to be his secret crush, the human Ryder, but Ryder’s changed so much he’s almost unrecognizably beautiful. Then Sammy paints an angel who turns out to be a witch. But is that witch also a devil—a devil who can bring down Sammy’s whole community and everyone he loves? And why the hell does Ryder keep changing? Aloysius, the black cat familiar, always backs a winner. So why is he backing Sammy?
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Excerpt

 

Sammy looked down into the soup. “That’s the only kind of guy who would ever be interested in me. A cheating rat.”

“Sam, that’s not so.”

His voice shook. “Why the hell do you think he even bothered with me to begin with? What would he want with a stupid loser if he was planning on cheating with half the fucking college?” The tears squeezed out and started to drip down his cheeks.

Ryder put the tray on the dresser and wrapped Sammy in his arms. “You’re not a loser at all. You’re one of the finest people I’ve ever known. You’re kind and funny and so smart. You paint like a master. Even if you do pick strange subject matter sometimes.” Ryder chuckled and nodded toward the painting on Sammy’s easel.

“You saw that?” Sammy snuffled. Maybe if he didn’t move too much Ryder would forget to let him go.

“Hard to miss that painting in a room the size of most closets.”

Pretty embarrassing. But compared to having had your energy drained by a cheating pig and your neck chained by the selfsame bastard while you were blacked out, painting a picture was small potatoes in the shame department.

“Ready to sleep?”

No. “Yeah.” Sammy pulled the pillows out from behind him and lay back down. Al crawled up next to him. His eyelids felt weighted. “Thank you so much for taking care of me. I’ll rest tomorrow, and I should be able to go to school on Monday.”

“Yes, you’ll rest tomorrow, and I’ll see that you do. I’m not going anywhere. I want to make sure that asshole doesn’t come back. I’ll sleep on your couch and be here to take care of you in the morning.”

Sammy shook his head. “No way a human can sleep on that couch. Aloysius won’t even do it. It has lumps the size of Everest. I’ll be fine. Really.”

“Not leaving, so forget about it.”

Sweeter words were never spoken. I don’t want to be alone. He opened his eyes a slit. Ryder gazed down at him. That expression. He remembered it—from the painting. His deep eyes. So soft. So much like love.

A thick fog of exhaustion rolled over Sam, and his eyes wouldn’t stay open. “Sleep in the bed with me and Al. We don’t move much. Sleep here… prommmmissse….”

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Now Available – Paperback High Balls and Snow Balls #TaraLain #BallstotheWall

NOW AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK!!

Hi and welcome. If you enjoy your books in print, you may be happy to hear that there’s now a print anthology of two of my most popular romances, High Balls and Snow Balls. Enjoy!

A Balls to the Wall Anthology
Return to Laguna and go balls to the wall yet again with these fan-favorite stories of love—including a brand-new novella.

High Balls
Single father and PhD student Theodore Walters is determined to provide a great life for his seven-year-old son, Andy, despite anything his religious in-laws and dissertation adviser can throw at him. His carefully planned life goes off the rails when he meets totally not appropriate bartender “Snake” Erasmo—a pierced and tattooed biker. Snake might be the only guy with the skills to show Theodore that happily ever after is for real, if their secrets don’t drag them apart first.

Snow Balls
Flamboyant JJ LaRousse may look like a quarterback, but he knows nothing about football. After encountering tough cop Ryan Star—known for liking manly men—JJ drops his voice an octave and colors his pink hair to try to be his perfect man. Ryan is in the closet at work, but JJ is turning out to be hard to leave. When an outside threat brings all façades crashing down, will Ryan be able to accept JJ—and himself?

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Happy #Audiobook Release Day to Heather!!


Audiobooks Lovers have been eagerly awaiting the release of
THE UNSEELIE KING, the sixth book in the KINGS SERIES by Heather Killough-Walden and narrated by Antony Ferguson!
The Unseelie King
(The Kings Series, Bk #6)
By Heather Killough-Walden
Narrated by Antony Ferguson

Blurb:

For thousands of years, two realms of unspeakable magic and mystery have existed in peace side by side. One is a land of light, of kindness, of dreams, and of color. The other is rendered in the gray lines of wickedness and seeped in the unbearable beauty of all that is forbidden. The first is ruled by the Seelie King. The other is ruled by Caliban . . . The Unholy.

Minerva Trystaine has always been the quiet twin, bullied by reality’s fierceness into a life of solitary sensitivity. What she witnesses, she feels. Living in a world that breeds one misfortune after another, she has had no choice but to sequester herself from outgoing life and any hope it might have otherwise offered her. She hides in her music, her hopes and dreams silent but for the harmony she gives them upon rare occasion, allowing them to be heard in perfect pitch by the rest of the world. But when Minerva’s sister, Selene, is forced into a fantastical realm of supernatural magic and mystery and taken as queen of the seelie kingdom, the twins are reunited with a world they can scarcely remember—but could never forget. They are Wishers. Born of furious magic and fueled by the need for justice, Wishers are the most feared magic users in the fae realms.

Contains mature themes.

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The Kings Series
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 But wait there is more…..
The Shadow King, bk #7 will 
release on 
April 10, 2018!
 

About The Author

Heather Killough-Walden is a California native currently living in Texas with her husband, child, and King Charles Cavalier. She is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Big Bad Wolf series, The Kings series, the Lost Angels series, the October Trilogy, the Neverland series, and The Chosen Soul series. Heather’s educational background includes religious studies, archeology, and law. She has traveled all over the world but hopes to one day live in a town with a world-class hockey team. (Let’s Go Pens!)

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New Release: Rome And Jules by Tara Lain #Werewolves #PNR

Rome And Jules
by Tara Lain
 
Blurb:
Two werewolf households, both alike in dignity….
Rome Siracusa, youngest son of the alpha of the nouveau-riche Siracusa pack, wants to be a faithful son and pack member, but he’s got two big secrets. One, he’s blessed with enhanced hearing, vision, strength, and the ability to shift at will. Second, he’s gay, a fact he can’t admit to his deadly homophobic father.
Rome crashes a party at the mansion of his pack’s greatest enemy, the ancient, pure-blooded Havillands. Jules, the gay son of the drunkard alpha, is being married off to a rich entrepreneur. Smitten and moved by the beautiful male’s plight, Rome tries to find a way to save Jules—while digging himself deeper into pack politics and navigating his own arranged marriage. Secrets climb out of the caves as the werewolf gods speak through the mouths of their children, and the two great families clash, suffocating the hopes of star-crossed lovers.
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Excerpts

 

Holy shit! Rome controlled his face and swooped
Yolanda into a big twirl to cover his surprise. As he came out of the spin, he
leaned in and sang, “Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? The big bad wolf.”
Yolanda gave him a gutsy laugh. “Whoever you are, cutie,
you’ve got balls. Not many guys want to take on my brother.”
“Surely he can’t object to you dancing?”
She shrugged. “I guess the problem is that no one knows what
Ty will object to.”
“Must limit your social life.”
A crease popped between her arched brows. “Tell me about
it.”
“Uh, where is your brother?”
She shrugged. “I guess he got kind of beat up on the tennis
courts today and decided to go drown his sorrows with some of his cronies
rather than attending this command performance.”
“But then that means he’s not performing on command.”
She spoke softly. “Ty doesn’t give a fuck. Not like old man
Havilland can do much, or at least will do anything. Too busy with his friends
Jack Daniels and Jim Beam.”
Rome quirked a half smile. The music stopped, and he hid his
sigh of relief. He gave Yolanda a small bow. “Thank you for the dance.”
“Thank you for the courage.” She chuckled again. Shame she
was a blatant enemy. He kind of liked her.
A tapping against a glass brought the whole crowd around to
face the center of the dance floor.
All the guests who were sitting stood and placed a hand over
their heart. Rome didn’t even have to ask. He turned to find Gerard Havilland
weaving drunkenly between his sister, a pale, delicate-for-a-wolf female, and
some male named Alphonse who Rome had heard was Havilland’s second. Nobody
spoke about Havilland’s wife, who’d apparently walked out on him years before.
Rome sighed quietly and crossed his heart. Yeah, and his fingers.
Someone started the pledge.
“I pledge my life to the alpha, who is the conduit to the
wolfgods and giver of wolfen energy. Hail the alpha, source of strength and
unity. Praise the alpha, defender of the pack and wellspring of all that is
good. I lay myself at the alpha’s feet without need for request, cause, or
reason. The alpha rules us all.”
As the voices died down, Rome felt all his hair standing on
end. Regardless of how unworthy the alpha, the pledge rang with the truth of
ages and united every were.
Havilland waved his hand impatiently toward the crowd. Rome
turned his head—felt his mouth fall open—and let his body follow the turn.
Oh my god of wolves.
From the side of the big room walked a young male who could
only be the much-heralded son. What was his name? Who cares? The guy was tall—taller even than Rome—reed slender,
with dark blond hair that likely fell to his shoulders if released from the
queue gathered at his neck in a ribbon. But the face. Like someone translated
poetry into a person. Large eyes, so blue Rome could see their color from where
he stood, dominated his face above high cheekbones that would have been gaunt
if they weren’t a soft, glowing pink. His neck was long, his hands graceful. Gods, what is he? Wolf males might be
tall like Rome, but they were nearly always powerfully built. This guy looked
very little like Gerard Havilland.

Rome’s whole
body vibrated with electricity and shook as if the male were a magnet and Rome
was iron filings trying to organize around him.

 

Crawling through the balcony window wasn’t exactly
nonconfrontational. He plopped on the grass and pressed his back against the
trunk of a tree. Maybe pebbles on the window? And if it’s not his room, dumbass? It made sense he’d have the one
balcony on this side of the house. Do I
risk it? He’s probably still out with Asshole Anderson.
Man, that idea
nauseated him. He closed his eyes and bumped the back of his head against the
scratchy bark.
Lights shone against his closed lids, and he flicked his
eyes open. Somebody’s in that room.
He rolled up to a crouch and stared at the french doors. Like he willed it, one
of them opened and out walked Jules.
Whoa. Rome sucked a breath, and his alpha-advantage
eyes focused clearly on the scene, even though he was many feet away. Jules’s
fair hair hung onto his shoulders, shimmering in the moonlight. He’d left his
shirt open, and the white fabric barely contrasted with his pale chest—the
chest that showed off those surprising muscles. He leaned on the parapet and
sighed. Though hardly a whisper, Rome heard it clearly. He slipped a step
closer.
Jules’s head snapped up. “Is there someone there?”
Wow. Could he hear that?
Think fast.
“But soft.
What light through yonder window breaks?” Rome stepped out from under the tree
branches and stopped. If Jules was going to scream, he needed a head start on
the pursuers.
Instead, Jules gave that head cock, full of curiosity and
unselfconscious charm. “I’ve always liked the sun.”
Rome let his smile break free. “I thought when I saw you
that your hair looks like a great fall of sunlight.”
“How poetic.”
Rome walked slowly to the foot of the balcony and gazed up
at Jules. Wild overgrown vines grew on trellises, some of them hanging away
from the wall with the weight of the unkempt greenery. Rome pointed toward the
window in front of him. “Is there someone sleeping inside?”
“No. There’s no one else in my end of the wing on either
floor.”
“How nice.”
Jules rested his forearms on the balcony rail and leaned his
chin on them. “When you broke in the other night—and I still don’t know how you
did that—you said you wanted to be my friend and that you were worried about me
being a pawn in a political game.”
“Yes. That’s all true.”
“Umm. But I don’t have any friends who recite Shakespeare to
me. At least not Romeo and Juliet.”
He smiled ever so slightly.
Rome’s heart beat hard. “And what does that suggest to you?”

“That the youngest son of the rich, powerful, and very
homophobic Siracusa clan… is gay.”

 

About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 32. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  She lives with her soul-mate husband and her soul-mate dog near the sea in California where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 

You can find Tara at Lain

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Honky Tonk Hellion by Z.A. Maxfield #ZAMdoesMF #cowgirl

Hi and welcome. It’s my delight to introduce you to this new release by my friend Z.A. Maxfield. This is a whole new series and new journey for ZAM who’s long been known as a leading voice in gay romance. Check it out and visit ZAM’s website for more information on one of my favorite authors.

Honky Tonk Hellion
by Z.A. Maxfield
 
Blurb:
An all-new series from the author of My Cowboy Promises hits sultry notes as a woman shakes the dust off her small-town life.
An impulsive decision as a teenager forced Andi Chandler to put her dream of being a Nashville star on hold. Motherhood and a marriage of convenience have tied her down to the small town of Bitterroot, Texas. But now that her son is older and her husband is living life out of the closet, Andi’s ready to spread her wings and take another shot at the country music scene. Men, however, are a different story…
Malcolm never intended to catch Andi’s eye all those years ago at the rodeo. There were a million reasons it wouldn’t work—the age difference for one. He knew he should have stopped Andi from making a rash decision, but he didn’t and has lived with the shame ever since. Now that she’s a grown woman they can finally explore all those unanswered what-ifs—and just maybe, have a shot at a second chance at happiness.

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Meet Author Z.A. Maxfield!



Praise for Z.A. Maxfield


“In addition to her ability to run the emotional gamut with her words, the author has created characters that leap off the page as they deal with personal and family drama.” —Library Journal
“Z. A. Maxfield has a lyrical way of writing that makes it easy to escape into the world that she creates for her characters.”—Night Owl Reviews

“No matter what your sexual orientation, any romance reader can relate to the journey of the relationship. Z.A. Maxfield will take you on an emotional journey.” —Harlequin Junkie


About The Author

Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends. Three things reverberate throughout all her stories: Unconditional love, redemption, and the belief that miracles happen when we least expect them.

If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four can find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.” 

Readers can visit ZAM at her 


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Happy Release to Kristen Ashley!!

 

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley comes a new story in her Chaos series…

 

About ROUGH RIDE:

Rosalie Holloway put it all on the line for the Chaos Motorcycle Club.

Informing to Chaos on their rival club—her man’s club, Bounty—Rosalie knows the stakes. And she pays them when her man, who she was hoping to scare straight, finds out she’s betrayed him and he delivers her to his brothers to mete out their form of justice.

But really, Rosie has long been denying that, as she drifted away from her Bounty, she’s been falling in love with Everett “Snapper” Kavanagh, a Chaos brother. Snap is the biker-boy-next door with the snowy blue eyes, quiet confidence and sweet disposition who was supposed to keep her safe…and fell down on that job.

For Snapper, it’s always been Rosalie, from the first time he saw her at the Chaos Compound. He’s just been waiting for a clear shot. But he didn’t want to get it after his Rosie was left bleeding, beat down and broken by Bounty on a cement warehouse floor.

With Rosalie a casualty of an ongoing war, Snapper has to guide her to trust him, take a shot with him, build a them…

And fold his woman firmly in the family that is Chaos.

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

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EXCERPT:

My dad had been a biker. He was a nomad when it came to that kind of thing (or, really, any kind of thing). He accepted being tied down by his woman and his daughter only, not anything else. Not a job. Not a mortgage. Not a membership to a club. He hung with a lot of them, including Chaos (in fact, Hammer, sadly now deceased, but one of the founding members of Chaos, had been my father’s best friend).

But he’d never hung with Bounty.

“Don’t like the feel of them,” I’d heard him mutter years ago. “If you’re an outlaw, own the outlaw. If you’re not, own that. You can’t wanna be a Gypsy Joker. You either are or you aren’t. They wanna be. But they aren’t. That shit just ain’t right and it could get dangerous.”

He’d been right.

It got dangerous.

I should have known.

I should have followed my dad.

Mom and me had done it all our lives, job to job, house to house, city to city.

Why I stopped…

Damn.

I knew why I’d stopped.

I’d wanted Shy; Shy, who reminded me of Dad.

And when I couldn’t have him, I’d gone looking.

I’d wanted what my mom had.

I’d wanted that sweetness. That love.

That devotion.

I’d wanted the stability that just seeped down deep into your bones from all that no matter the job changing, the scenery changing, the amount of times you boxed up a house.

Stability had nothing to do with income and locale.

Stability was all in the heart.

 

 

 

 

About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

 

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If you’re a fan of Urban Fantasy check out DEADLINE by Jennifer Blackstream

 “The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”

Deadline

(Blood Trails Series, Bk 1)
By Jennifer Blackstream
Blurb: As a witch with a dark past, Shade Renard knows the Otherworld isn’t always successful at policing itself. Humans don’t believe in magic anymore, and their ignorance renders them easy prey. So when an FBI contact hires her to consult on a possible haunting in a missing persons case, Shade seizes the opportunity to see justice done.

Her case takes an unexpected turn when an undead crime lord shows up on her doorstep. A bold thief stole the vampire’s little black book of secrets—and he’ll pay a lot more than an FBI consulting fee to get it back. To collect, Shade will have to confront a rogue sorceress, a vengeful wizard, and a lethally seductive fey, with only her wits, her growing magic, and a sarcastic pixie familiar.

Success means bringing a killer to justice and taking the first step to redemption. Failure means a war between humans and the Otherworld.

No pressure.
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Excerpt

 

“Didn’t you say you weren’t drinking soda anymore?”
I popped the top on the can of Coke and took a defiant swig, more than a little satisfied at the squeak of dismay that came from my judgmental familiar as she wavered on her perch atop my head. “I earned this. I killed a eurypterid before breakfast. Two eurypterids. And I almost died. Not to mention, Mrs. Harvesty kept me on the phone for ten minutes talking about that cat.
“I hate cats.” Peasblossom clung to my head like a living barrette. “Nasty beasties, always try to eat me like I’m a flying snack. Barbaric.”
“I love cats. I just don’t want to drop everything because Mrs. Harvesty claims her furry little child is having an emotional crisis.”
“Emotional crisis?”
“The kitten is refusing to come out of his mummy’s boot.” I held a sip of Coke in my mouth for a moment as if I were sampling fine wine.
Peasblossom snickered. “Puss in Boots.”
I snorted, then swore as carbonated soda shot up my nose, burning like fire. Peasblossom careened off my head in a fit of mad giggles as I ran to the stove and the faded blue hand towel hanging there.
“Blood and bones, that burns,” I wheezed, squeezing my eyes shut as I pressed the towel to my nose.
More laughter made me open my eyes in time to watch Peasblossom fly in a semi-drunken bobbing path to land on the counter beside the stove. Tears of mirth glittered in her pink eyes, matching the iridescent sparkles on her insect-like wings. “Serves you right for drinking a second soda.
I glared at her for a few minutes as I waited for the burning to stop. When I’d recovered, I replaced the wet towel with a clean one and deposited the soda-and-snot-spotted cloth in the hamper. “If you’re quite finished, perhaps you could run me through today’s to-do list? I want to make sure I didn’t forget anything.”
Still giggling, Peasblossom flew to the large desk in the dining room and picked up a sheet of notebook paper tucked beside the laptop. “Settle dispute between the hamadryads over who’s the eldest,” she read.
“Done. Once they realized the only way to age a tree is to lop off a piece of it, they were happy to call it a draw.”
“Find out if a goblin ate the Roberts’ dog.”
“No. Sgt. Pepper was hiding under the neighbor’s house again. Mrs. Barns just didn’t want to admit it because she didn’t want to hear Mr. Roberts accuse her of trying to steal his dog for the tenth time. Sgt. Pepper went home when he got hungry.”
Peasblossom peered at me over the top of the list. “Find an office.”
I took a long swig of the soda, avoiding eye contact. “Move it to tomorrow.”
“Again,” Peasblossom said under her breath. She put the paper down and hefted a miniature pen she’d taken from a child’s art kit. Sticking out her tongue in concentration, she made a notation on the to-do list.
Aluminum groaned as I tightened my grip. “I will do it.
“Of course you will. Because you’re going to be a real detective.”
“Private investigator. And yes, I am.”
“Mother Hazel won’t like it.”
I clenched my teeth. No, my mentor wouldn’t like it. I could hear her voice now, telling me to leave the battling to the wizards—witches had more important things to do.
Like play psychiatrist to a cat.
I strode over to the desk, put the can of soda down with a determined thunk, then snatched up a stack of Post-its and a black fine-point marker. Peasblossom watched as I scrawled, “Find an office today,” and underlined today three times. I stuck the reminder to the frame of my computer screen.
“You used a hot-pink Post-it. You must be serious now.”
I ignored her sarcasm. I would find an office tomorrow. It was time.

 

About The Author

USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Blackstream is…odd. Putting aside the fact that she writes her own author bio in third person, she also sleeps with a stuffed My Little Pony that her grandmother bought her as a joke for her 23rd birthday, and she enjoys listening to Fraggle Rock soundtracks whether or not her children are in the car.Jennifer doesn’t have spare time, but she makes it a point to spend at least one night a week with her sibling binge-watching whatever show they’re currently plowing through (currently Numbers on Netflix), and she ferociously guards quality time with her son and daughter. She cooks when she has the sanity for it—adding garlic to the recipe whether it calls for it or not—and tries very hard not to let her arachnophobia keep her out of her basement on laundry day.

 

Jennifer’s influences include Terry Pratchett (for wit), Laurell K. Hamilton (for sexual tension), Jim Butcher (for roguish flair), and Kim Harrison (for mythos). She is currently writing the series of her heart and her dreams, the series that has been percolating in her brain for the last decade…Blood Trails. An Urban Fantasy Mystery series that will combine the classic whodunit spirit with a contemporary fantasy setting. Expect mystery, magic, and mayhem, with characters that will make you laugh, cry, and probably stare at the screen with your jaw hanging down to the floor. Well, that’s how they affect Jennifer anyway…
You can find Jennifer at 
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Branded by Fire
(Blood & Magic Series, #4)
By Danielle Annett


Blurb:

Aria Naveed can’t decide what’s worse–being mate-bonded to Declan Valkenaar, the Alpha of the Pacific Northwest Pack, or owning up to the fact that she’s developing feelings for him.

Her bond to Declan is the one thing keeping her grounded and preventing her new power from destroying everything and everyone around her.

If Aria doesn’t tread carefully, especially where her heart is concerned, she’ll learn the hard way that if you play with fire, you’ll always get burned.

 

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Excerpt
“Aria,
you’re being unreasonable.” He took a step forward and reached out for me.
I sidestepped away, then put a hand on my forehead when the room began
spinning.
“Unreasonable?”
I ground it, “You asked men within the Pack to court me. You wanted to tie me
to the Pack so you could use me.” I was practically yelling at him now. Maybe I
wasn’t too tired to fight with him after all. This confrontation had been a
long time coming.
“That
was before …” he trailed off.
“Right,”
I scoffed. “Before you bit me and tied me to you. Before you decided
this little mate bond between us somehow made me your soul mate. Now you care
about me as a person, is that it? But before I was just a tool for you to use
and somehow I should be okay with it? I should be flattered that Declan
Valkenaar, Alpha to the Pacific Northwest Pack, has picked me to be his mate?
Is that what you’re telling me?”
I
blinked hard as tears threatened to spill. Dammit, why did he have such an
effect on me? I rubbed the ache in my chest and turned away from him.
He
didn’t say anything for several long minutes.
I
climbed into my bed and tucked myself under the covers as silent tears spilled
down my cheeks.
The
mattress dipped, and Declan slid into the bed beside me.
“Go
away,” I choked out.
He
wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled my back flush against his chest.
“I’m
a bastard.”
“I
know.”
“And
I don’t deserve you.”
“Glad
you’re finally realizing that.”
I
swiped at the tears on my cheeks and tried to pull away from him, but his grip
was iron tight.
“But
I love you.”
I
sucked in a breath. He—what?
I
froze, suddenly unable to form any coherent thoughts or words.
He
didn’t say anything else, just settled in beside me with his arm wrapped
tightly around my body and his legs now tangled with mine. I listened as his
breathing slowly evened out and realized the exact moment when he fell asleep.

 

Declan
told me he loved me. The bond that connected us flared to life at his words,
and I suddenly realized, I believed him.

 

Blood and Magic Series
About The Author

Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, photographer, and the blogger behind Coffee  and Characters. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides in Spokane, WA, the  primary location for her Blood & Magic series.

Addicted to coffee at an early age, she spends her restless nights putting pen to paper as she tries to get all of the stories out of her head before the dogs wake up the rest of the house and vye for her attention.

You can learn more about Danielle on her website at www.Danielle-Annett.com or follow her on facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDanielleAnnett and on twitter @Danielle_Annett

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“The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.”
 
Deadline
(Blood Trails Series, Bk 1)
By Jennifer Blackstream
 
Blurb: 
As a witch with a dark past, Shade Renard knows the Otherworld isn’t always successful at policing itself. Humans don’t believe in magic anymore, and their ignorance renders them easy prey. So when an FBI contact hires her to consult on a possible haunting in a missing persons case, Shade seizes the opportunity to see justice done.
Her case takes an unexpected turn when an undead crime lord shows up on her doorstep. A bold thief stole the vampire’s little black book of secrets—and he’ll pay a lot more than an FBI consulting fee to get it back. To collect, Shade will have to confront a rogue sorceress, a vengeful wizard, and a lethally seductive fey, with only her wits, her growing magic, and a sarcastic pixie familiar.
Success means bringing a killer to justice and taking the first step to redemption. Failure means a war between humans and the Otherworld.
No pressure.
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Excerpt
My instincts flared as I pulled into my
driveway. The sun had set and it was dark, but the automatic light on my garage
didn
’t
come on. I frowned.
“Did
you disconnect the automatic light?”
Peasblossom curled against my neck, her wet
dress adding to a sudden chill in the air inside the car.
“No.”
Unease rolled down my spine. I murmured a
spell, drawing a few circles in the air.
“Lumen.”
Three glowing balls of
reddish light bloomed to life and hovered before me. I kept one over my head
and sent the other two forward, illuminating my path to the front door. I didn
’t
open the garage door and pull in, but got out while I was still in the
driveway, already preparing another spell as I climbed out of the driver’s
seat.
“Revelare.” My power flowed in a wash of silver toward
the house, probing for any foreign magic.
Nothing.
“Stay
here,” I told Peasblossom. “If I don’t call for you, go to Mother Hazel and
tell her everything that happened today.”
“But
I won’t have anything to tell her unless I stay to see what happens,”
Peasblossom hissed. “I’m not leaving you.”
“This
might be nothing.” I kept my voice as low as possible. “The bulb may have
burned out. Don’t be silly.”
“I’m
not silly and I’m not stupid. You think there’s something bad inside. And a
witch never ignores her gut.”
A lump rose in my throat, and I fought to
swallow around it.
“Please stay out here. I can’t bear the idea of anything
happening to you.”
Peasblossom gave my ear a ferocious hug. “I’ll
stay out here, but only as backup. I will never leave you.”
I waited for her to fly up and off my
shoulder before straightening my spine. This was my house. My village. Whatever
was here, whatever had violated my home, would be sorry. Power rose in my
throat, feeding the spell I
’d readied.
“Shade,
look out!”
I whirled around and spat behind me. The
spell hurtled through the air, and I had a split second to see a dark figure
separate itself from the maple tree beside my driveway. The spell landed in the
grass, the viscous blue fluid of the entanglement spell pooling in the tree
’s
shadow.
“Such
attacks will not be necessary.”
A man spoke from beside me, smooth and
masculine, voice heavy with an accent I hadn
’t heard in a long time.
A very, very long time.
I turned, knowing I’d
never call up another spell fast enough. I raised my hand anyway, needing to
try, to go down fighting. A hand closed around my wrist, tight enough that I
swore I heard my bones creak. I gritted my teeth and stared into the face of my
visitor.
He was dressed in a suit that probably cost
more than my car. Long white-blond hair brushed his shoulders and framed a pale
face with sharp, graceful features. I couldn
’t see what color his eyes
were in this light, but it didn’t matter. I remembered his face.
He went by the name Anton Winters, majority
shareholder of the Winters Group, a company that made the Forbes 500 list look
like a gathering of struggling start-ups. There were whispers he had criminal
connections, that he was former KGB. I knew the truth. And it was scarier.
Anton Winters had once been known by a
different name.
Prince Kirill of Dacia.
A vampire.

 

About The Author

USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Blackstream is…odd. Putting aside the fact that she writes her own author bio in third person, she also sleeps with a stuffed My Little Pony that her grandmother bought her as a joke for her 23rd birthday, and she enjoys listening to Fraggle Rock soundtracks whether or not her children are in the car.Jennifer doesn’t have spare time, but she makes it a point to spend at least one night a week with her sibling binge-watching whatever show they’re currently plowing through (currently Numbers on Netflix), and she ferociously guards quality time with her son and daughter. She cooks when she has the sanity for it—adding garlic to the recipe whether it calls for it or not—and tries very hard not to let her arachnophobia keep her out of her basement on laundry day.

 

Jennifer’s influences include Terry Pratchett (for wit), Laurell K. Hamilton (for sexual tension), Jim Butcher (for roguish flair), and Kim Harrison (for mythos). She is currently writing the series of her heart and her dreams, the series that has been percolating in her brain for the last decade…Blood Trails. An Urban Fantasy Mystery series that will combine the classic whodunit spirit with a contemporary fantasy setting. Expect mystery, magic, and mayhem, with characters that will make you laugh, cry, and probably stare at the screen with your jaw hanging down to the floor. Well, that’s how they affect Jennifer anyway…
You can find Jennifer at 
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Hi and happiest holidays! I want to remind you that you can get a hefty sample of 7 of my titles for FREE. All you have to do is download HERE.  You’ll find a big chunk of my most popular book, Knight of Ocean Avenue, some paranormal fun in The Pack or the Panther and Spell Cat, fantasy romance in Sinders and Ash, some sexy alpha football players in Outing the Quarterback, and, of course, the first book in the super popular Balls series, Volley Balls. Plus, there’s a lovely nibble of Cowboys Don’t Come Out, which is both a cowboy romance and a holiday story.

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