Big Backlist Weekend with Lisa Kessler & Tara Lain #2giveaways #Romance

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 friend, Lisa Kessler! She’s awesome and has a brand new release, Dance of the Heart! To celebrate her release of the sixth book in the Muse Chronicles Series, she’s giving away the ebook of The Muse Chronicles Box Set Books 1-3!

I’m giving away an ebook copy of Cataclysmic Shift, the third book in the The Aloysius Tales Series.

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.

Remember to grab your copy of Lisa’s DANCE OF THE HEART at Kindle | Kobo | Nook


The Muse Chronicles – Books 1 – 3
(The Muse Chronicles Set) 
by Lisa Kessler

Set includes Lure of Obsession, Legend of Love & Breath of Passion

“Another beautiful series from an unbelievable author. She gets me every time.” #1 NYT Bestselling Author Sherrilyn Kenyon

Lure of Obsession –

Melanie Jacoby is the human vessel for the Muse of Tragic Poetry, but she isn’t prepared for the tragedy of finding her roommate dead at the bottom of the stairs.

Nate Malone is the detective assigned to the case, but as the evidence points to an accidental fall, the visions begin. He sees a killer in a gold Kronos mask.

Mel is the next target, but Nate’s determination to protect her is almost as strong as his desire for her.

And tragedy isn’t part of his plan.
Legend of Love

Callie O’Connor’s life has never been the same since the Muse of Epic Poetry came alive inside of her. Now she’s on the other side of the country, working as civilian psychologist for the Navy.

Her newest patient, Hunter Armstrong, is a Navy SEAL. Driven, confident, and dangerous, and he plans to do more than just protect her.

The gods couldn’t have picked a better Guardian. But as Hunter soon discovers, loving Callie could lead to his destruction.
Breath of Passion

Erica Sterling owns her curves, and inspires passion in every person she meets. It’s the curse of having the Greek muse, Erato, lurking in her soul. After a hot night with a firefighter, she struggles to keep her distance from him. The gods have other plans.

No one understands fire and heat like firefighter, Reed McIntosh. After meeting Erica, a new ability is awakened inside of him, along with the desire to keep her safe.

When a stalker’s threats turn up the heat, Reed will put his life —and his heart— on the line. But when the ashes settle, will love be too late?

Step into the danger, passion, and happily ever afters of The Muse Chronicles…

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 Excerpt from LEGEND OF LOVE:

Desire pooled low in her belly. She swallowed, unzipping the wetsuit the rest of the way. “We need to talk first. Then you’ll understand.”
He pulled off his wetsuit and turned around to rinse it out. Oh shit. He looked even better in those board shorts than she’d imagined. His calves were chiseled, and his ass… Damn. His shorts hung low, teasing her with the two indents just above the waistline. He turned around to face her again, and she forced her eyes off his chest and up to his face.
“No matter what you tell me—” his lips curved into a sexy smile “—I’ll still want you.”
“But you’ll at least understand why it’s a bad idea.”
He tipped his head back under the water. “Oh, Doc…” He ran his hands through his hair and met her eyes again. “I’m the king of bad ideas.”
Erica woke up sore in all the right places. She’d delivered Reed back to his truck at the bar in a rumpled dress, with bedhead and no underwear.
Damn, that was an amazing night.
With her muse now sated, maybe she could focus on writing a few more songs for Trin’s next album. The cantina was just their test ground for new material. These days, Trinity could sell out a two-thousand-seat concert venue, and if this album sold well, that number would go up, too.
Erica ventured out to the kitchen in her sweats. She grabbed a cereal bowl and spun around when Trin cleared her throat.
Her roommate was at the table with a grin that was all trouble. “So you’re not going to tell me about last night?”
Erica rolled her eyes and went about getting her breakfast. “You saw Reed. How do you think it went?”
She chuckled. “Being hot doesn’t mean you’re good in bed.”
Erica peered over her shoulder. “We never even got to the bed.”
Trin’s eyes widened. “Oh gods! I eat at this table!”
“Please. We weren’t on the table.” Erica grinned.
“So are you going to see him again?”
Erica’s smile faded as she poured her milk. “We agreed it was a one-time thing.”
Trin shook her head. “You know, if you never let a good man into your life, then Jack wins.”
Erica sat across from Trin, poking at her food. “It’s different for me and you know it. The rest of you have muses to inspire music, laughter, dance, epic stories, even tragedy, but me? I inspire sex-obsessed stalkers. One was enough, thanks.”
Trin leaned back in her chair. “You don’t know that for sure. And if you limit yourself to no-strings-attached sex, you’ll never find out. Besides, Reed is Hunter’s best friend; he’s got to be a good guy. There’s no way Hunter would be friends with an abusive jerk.”
Suddenly, Erica wasn’t hungry anymore. “Reed seems like an amazing guy. Spend a few months with my insatiable muse, though, and all that could change.” She shuddered. “No thanks.”
“Fine.” Her roommate got up. “But you deserve more than just one night.”

About The Author

Lisa Kessler is a Best Selling author of dark paranormal fiction. She’s a two-time San Diego Book Award winner for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror and Best Published Romance. Her books have also won the PRISM award, the Award of Excellence, the National Excellence in Romantic Fiction Award, the Award of Merit from the Holt Medallion, and an International Digital Award for Best Paranormal.

Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.

When she’s not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, and has performed with San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego.

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Cataclysmic Shift
(The Aloysius Tales Series, Bk #3)
by Tara Lain


Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch he loses it all — power, memory, and his feline form — to become the ethereal human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome and mysterious veterinarian. Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad.

Luke has a lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick his own privates! The loss of Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his “secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.

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Quiet. He opened his eyes. Dark. His back hurt. It was sorely cramped in here.

He pushed some towels aside and scooted closer to the door. Quietly, he pulled the lever down and opened the door a crack. Nobody. Good. He pushed it farther and looked into that plastic-and-metal room.

Odd. He recognized all the things in this room—an examining table of some kind, chairs, paper towels—but not what the room was for. He stepped out into the dim glow coming in from a streetlight outside the window.

He padded softly across the room and peered out into a short hall, also dark and quiet. To the left, the hall ended at a door. Light came from under it and a low noise, like maybe music or voices. Someone must be in there. To the right were several more doors. He went right.

Hmmm. Restroom. He opened the door. It was very dark, but his eyes seemed good. He looked in. A mirror on the opposite wall reflected the dim light of the hall and what must be… him. He stepped closer and peered at his reflection.

He closed the door. Until he knew his situation, best not to alert anyone. He ran his hand on the wall and flipped on the switch. Light blazed harshly in the tiny room. Holy gods.

He stared. Huge eyes, bluer than blue, stared back at him, surrounded by hair—long black hair down to his back. He turned and looked. The middle of his back. And pale skin. That was him. Truly?

What had he expected?

Not sure, but not this… boy.

He looked down at his bare body. Boy. Or man, for certain. His eyes widened. And quite a man. Look at those couilles.

But not just man. He cocked his head. Hu-man.

Now why was that strange?

He shook his head. This was so peculiar. He wasn’t afraid, exactly, but he didn’t feel at home in this skin. He shivered. There were important things he was forgetting, and he must remember them. He took a deep breath. Lives might depend on it.

He flipped off the light. The dark felt more comfortable. What should he do? That was the frightening part. He didn’t know. Not an idea where he should go, and yet he felt certain he had a purpose he must fulfill.

There was a person out there. Should he go speak to them? He peeked down at his lean body. Probably not like this. Humans were strange about nudity and such things. Wait. He was human, wasn’t he? This was very confusing.


New Release, Facebook Party & Giveaway: The Watcher by Louise James!

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A classic struggle between good vs. evil! 


The Watcher
(The Ent Chronicles Series, Bk 1)
by Louise James
Long ago a powerful coalition of wizards and witches—The Seven—began a quest to recover hallowed grounds in the Earthling Realm. The day had arrived to claim Hailstone Hamlet! A Dark Wizard, Lord Haydron expects no one to survive the destruction, but he was wrong.
An apprentice Healer miraculously survives with no memory of what occurred but, why was she spared?
Unexpectedly, her locket opens as if by magik, and a cheery old woman speaking in a funny accent appears.
“Come for ye have I. Away from here ye must stay.
Troubles come with darkness of night; The Watcher protects and The Lantern lights.”
Ewallea assures her that she will remain by her side as they seek answers. Overwhelmed and injured, Amellea passes out only to wake in the arms of a handsome young man, riding upon the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. The Hunter believes she was spared for a purpose and their destinies are entwined. He pledges to help her locate friends and family.
The feisty beauty and her new companions find themselves on a journey of unexpected adventures to reach an enchanted forest, filled with mischievous fantastical creatures.


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Chapter Two – Nymph Dreams
Amellea was all alone in a dream…or she was hallucinating again, she guessed.
No one was with her in the forest. The night was bright below a starlit sky.
The cool, crisp air was filled with a heady, hypnotic smell from flowers she
could not identify.
Startled, Amellea saw three
lights she thought must be fireflies zoom past her. The lights glowed and
circled around her until they appeared to be a single, large, glowing light. Were
those wings she saw? No, it can’t be.
She’d heard legends about fairies, but she had never seen one.
      “Legends, humph!” Then,
right out of thin air, materialized three beautiful creatures who were no doubt
Fairies, glowing as though a light followed them while casting glitter about
with each step they took. Amellea was face-to-face with real Fairies—three, to
be precise! “Amazing…”
look at you! Sisters, I think she is a beauty, even to rival our Ewa. Well, do
you have anything to say for yourself?” The surly Nymph pranced around Amellea,
inspecting her. Amellea just watched, completely dumbfounded, as the glowing
Fairy addressed her.
honestly! Do not taunt the fair maiden. Can’t you see she has been hurt? She’s
had a terrible shock!” Annabelle, the dark-haired Nymph and clearly the oldest
of the three sisters, chided.
is not jealous. No, you would not even look at a Halfling sideways, even if he
is Chief Hunter and leader of the RealmWalkers.
Are you Annabelle? This one certainly does enjoy the
comforts of Maleek’s strong arms. He seems to enjoy looking at her, too. Her
hair is the color of sunset and soft as corn silk.”
Lylahbelle continued her
inspection of Amellea, touching her hair. “But…it is very tangled.”
Merabelle sensed explosive
energy radiating off Amellea. The two Nymphs looked at each other, and with a
nod, they grabbed Amellea’s arms, preventing her swing from contacting with
Lylahbelle’s face.
Amellea struggled and could
not free her arms from the delicate but very strong Nymphs. Electric sparks
snapped and crackled around them.
      “Why did
you try to hurt me…you, you, you dirty Earthling?” Lylahbelle thought.  You
will pay dearly for this indiscretion; if not today, very soon.
are being summoned.” Annabelle and Merabelle released her arms and stepped
closer to Lylahbelle.
      “I don’t
think I like Fairies at all; you are rude!” Amellea stomped her foot. Annabelle
and Merabelle looked at each other, moving between the adversaries and stepping
closer to Lylahbelle.
this can’t be good!” Merabelle exclaimed, reaching for her sister. She could
see the volcanic tongue-lashing Lylah had planned to explode on Amellea.
      “We. Are.
Not. Peedie. Folk. Thank. You. Very. Much!” Lylahbelle screamed. “Nymphs are
who we are. I could sing you straight to your death! You silly Earthlings know
nothing of the power we wield.”
straightened her shoulders, rising to her full height, albeit shorter than the
Nymph. “No. I just decided. I don’t like ‘Nymphs,’ if they are as rude as you
are, Lylahbelle! Now you three get out of my ‘dream’ or ‘head’ before
I punch ‘you,’ Lylah, in the face.
You just go wherever you came from before I use some of this electricity
pouring out of my hands and zap you with it!”
Amellea wiggled her fingers,
reaching out toward the Nymph as sparks crackled from the tips. “I hope I have
this Magik gift when I am awake. It might come in handy.”
Earthlings do not know much about Magik folk. I am sure she meant no harm,
Lylah. Do not continue to provoke her now, because we have work to do. The
Watcher calls, sisters. We must not delay,” Annabelle spoke with authority and
smiled kindly at Amellea.
“We three will receive Ewa’s
ire when she finds out we visited the Earthling’s dreams. She warned us to be
on our best behavior, sisters.” Annabelle reached for her sisters’ hands,
moving a safe distance away from Amellea. The Nymphs rotated in a circle as the
clock hands moved once, then rotated in the opposite direction twice, repeating
the motion faster and faster. With each rotation, the three became smaller and
smaller until they were just tiny glowing dots. Fireflies, just like the first
time Amellea saw the Nymphs.
      “Quick! Hit
her with the dust so she will go back to sleep, thinking this was all a bad
dream. Don’t use too little dust or she will remember us when she wakes!”
cautioned Annabelle, but Lylahbelle smirked and shook her wings vigorously as
the three retreated to see the Watcher.
      “I know
just what to dust her with, sisters! I have the perfect remedy!”
Lylahbelle had no qualms
about using the strongest sleep remedy she knew to take care of Amellea. She
could be the next Sleeping Beauty. Her sisters could not blame her for taking
care of an Earthling slandering her race and attempting to harm her. No matter
if she deserved it. Ewallea would never know, unless her palsy-walsy sister,
Merabelle, spilled the beans.
“My goose is cooked.
Merabelle will spill. I better lay low for a while until this all blows over.”
Lylah had a plan.

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About The Author
 I am a creative, loquacious Southern artist who has always liked to tell a good story. After I retired as a public and collegiate art educator, I needed to reinvent myself.  Thanks to the encouragement of professionals, friends and family, and God’s amazing grace, I have found a new passion—writing fantasy and paranormal stories.
I have always been a mental traveler, reading books and physically traveling across much of the USA and Canada. I have been actively writing for three years, publishing late in 2017. It is my hope that my novels reach across generations, entertaining multiple audiences. I want my readers to escape through fantasy to mentally travel to other worlds and to find a smile, friend or foe written between the pages of the stories I write. It is my sincere hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing! –lj
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SPELL CAT is Released! Witchy Romance from Tara Lain

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Spell Cat
by Tara Lain 
When Killian Barth, history professor, meets Blaine Genneau, quantum physicist, they ignite their own big bang. But Killian can’t pursue a physics professor—or a human. As the most powerful male witch in ten generations, Killian must bolster his dying race by reproducing—despite the fact that he’s gay.
Even a fling with Blaine is out of the question, because Killian has been told sex with humans drains his power. But if that’s true, why can young human Jimmy Janx dissolve spoons with the power of his mind? If Killian can sort through the lies he’s been fed, he’ll still face his biggest obstacle — convincing rational scientist Blaine to believe in magic.
With his ancient and powerful cat familiar, Aloysius, on his shoulder, Killian brings the lightning against deceit and greed to save Blaine from danger and prove love is the greatest power of them all.
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He looked around and spotted the City Hall building a
block away. That’s right; there’s a park
. He walked toward it, moving past the tall buildings and
late-afternoon pedestrians. Inside the park, he stopped. Blaine sat on a park
bench. Killian just wanted to stare at him. So beautiful. Not that perfect kind
of beautiful like Moran. Blaine looked… what? Smart as hell, yes. Free,
self-actuating, brave. That was a kind of beauty no picture-perfection could
match. Oh gods, I love the way the
black-rimmed glasses sit on his high-bridged nose.
Blaine looked up as if he’d felt Killian staring at him.
Goal achieved. He looked entranced without benefit of spells.
Killian paused. It wasn’t without benefit of spells. The
man was righteously bespelled. He took a breath. But at least he had Blaine for
He walked toward Blaine, putting a little extra sway in
his walk.
The green eyes shone. “You look beautiful.”
Killian smiled. “Thank you. I wanted to be fitting of
your surprise, whatever it may be. You look pretty yummy yourself.” It was
true. Blaine was usually very casual, but he’d made an extra effort today.
Freshly washed jeans, a white shirt, and a dark sport coat. What was the
Blaine looked up at Killian’s shoulder. “Hi, Al. Good to
see you, buddy.”
Blaine glanced at his watch. Hmm. Was he taking Killian to a show? Maybe he had a restaurant
reservation. He patted the bench. “Come sit down.”
Killian sat. Curiosity gnawed. He glanced around the park
for a clue. “I hardly ever come here. I forget what a great building the City
Hall is.” He looked at Blaine. “Are we going on a tour?”
“Not exactly, but there is another building I want to
show you, I hope in a few minutes.” Blaine’s eyes crinkled. He looked like he
wanted to laugh.
“What’s going on? What’s the surprise?” Why did he feel
anxious? Aloysius began to purr.
Blaine giggled. Giggled?
“I’m so bad at secrets.” Al’s purr got louder. Blaine reached in
his pocket. Oh, Killian had an odd feeling.
Blaine pulled a box out of his pocket. Oh gods. He couldn’t breathe. Blaine
opened the box, revealing the most beautiful antique gold and sapphire ring. He
looked up at Killian. “I love you. I know it seems fast, but I think you feel
it too. I’d like to walk you over to the marriage license office this afternoon
and apply. Will you marry me?”
Killian couldn’t breathe or speak—he just stared at the
ring. His life passed before his eyes. Every dream and barely acknowledged
wish. Every lonely moment’s ache of longing. It lay there in that box. Tears
pushed behind his eyes. He had to say yes. In all his life, no matter how long
he lived, there would never be another moment like this. There would never be
another Blaine. He looked up. “I can’t.”
A crease pushed between Blaine’s eyebrows. “You told me
you weren’t going to marry her.”
“I’m not. Though I haven’t told the family yet.”
“So tell them you’re marrying me instead.”
“I can’t. You’re the most wonderful thing I’ve ever
known, and that’s the most beautiful ring on earth. But I can’t.” And that was
it. If his heart had one tiny sliver still intact, it broke.
Blaine took Killian’s hand, wringing it tight. “Why? Tell
Killian sighed. So his hope to have this magic in his
life just a little longer was over. “Because you don’t love me, really.”
“What the hell?”
“It won’t last, and soon you’ll be glad you dodged this
“Bullshit! I’m a grown man, and I know how I feel.”
Blaine glanced around at the few passersby and lowered his voice. “How can you
believe that idiocy?”
“Because it’s true.” Aloysius bit Killian’s ear. “Ow.
Dammit, Al.” He pushed the cat onto the bench.
“At least Al’s on my side.” Blaine took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. “Sweetheart, I know you’ve been sheltered and never allowed
to explore your feelings for a man. It makes sense that you’d be nervous. Maybe
expect me to leave like your father did. But I love you, and I want to be with
you for the rest of our lives.”
Killian stared at his hands. “It can’t happen. You won’t
love me much longer. Maybe days are all we have left. It’s different for
“What’s different? Killian, you’re not making sense.”
It seemed there was only one way to persuade him. He
looked up into those confused and beloved green eyes. “The spell is different.”
“What do you mean ‘spell’?”
Killian sat up straight. “I mean the witch’s spell I cast
on you to make you love me. And Aloysius helped.” The cat hissed. “Get over it,
Al.” He looked back at his hands. The hands Blaine was no longer holding. “The
witch’s spell that is right now running out. Though in my defense, I had no
idea you would be the target of the spell. If I could have taken it back, had
you love me in truth, I would have done it a thousand times. If I could stop
being a witch so you could love me, I’d do it in a heartbeat. None of those
things are possible, even for me.” He looked up. Blaine—the human—stared at him
with wide eyes.
“You’re a witch?”




Blaine was standing at the end of the counter a few feet
away, staring at Killian.
How long could a witch live with his heart stopped?
Oh gods. He
understood. Heat. The way he felt this moment dwarfed every emotion he’d had
with Moran by a thousand. A million. The chasm between indifference and…
passion. His heart beat fast, his breath caught in his chest, and his eyes
never wanted to look on another sight, just Blaine.
He ought to run, but whether away or straight to Blaine,
he wasn’t sure.
Blaine seemed to catch the welcome in that meow. He
smiled and took a step closer. “Hi, Al. Good to see you, buddy.”
Aloysius unwrapped himself from Killian’s neck, did one
bound off the tabletop, and launched himself into Blaine’s waiting arms. Oh
Powers, would that Killian could do the same. He actually had to hold himself
still, or he knew he’d follow the cat.
Blaine petted Al as the cat did his imitation of a moving
fur coat, purring so loudly Killian could hear him, even a few feet away. “You
seem happy to see me, anyway.” He looked up. “Are you happy to see me,
Killian nodded. Correction—his head nodded. He had no
power over it.
Blaine walked even closer. “Could I have lunch with you?
Talk to you?”
The head nodded again.
The human slipped into the chair beside Killian. Sweet
Powers, he smelled so wonderful. That sweet and spice together.
“This sure is one great cat. Where did you get him?”
Killian cleared his throat. “Gift, uh, a gift from my mother.”
Blaine chucked Al under the chin, and the cat let him.
“My mother hates cats.” He looked up, and Killian swam into the pools of deep
green. “Of course, my mother hates me, so she’s not likely to give me the time
of day, much less a pet.”
“Surely not.”
He grinned. “That she hates me? Oh yeah. I keep defying
her by choosing to be gay when her preacher has clearly cleansed me of this
delusion at least ten times, so she washed her hands of me.”
“But you didn’t choose—Oh, you’re joking.”
Blaine’s grin faded. “I wish it were a joke. Then a lot
of beaten-up, confused kids would have parents who loved and understood them.”
There were worse things than having a manipulative witch
for a mother. “I’m so sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Blaine smiled. “I never thought you were making fun. I
just have a weird sense of humor sometimes.”
Then he did it. He put his hand on Killian’s arm. Such a
simple gesture. Flash! Heat blazed in
Killian’s head, and hot steel filled his cock. Blaine started and pulled his
hand away. Those green eyes widened, and he stared at Killian like he was
either the answer to a dream or a cobra, and Blaine wasn’t sure which. “Holy
Killian tried to make sense of his brain synapses and
grasped at the first thought. “Uh, food—did you want food?”
Blaine leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I want to
eat with you and talk to you and sleep with you and take you home with me. But
right now I want to make love to you so badly I’m having trouble focusing.”
There was that head nod again. Where the fuck did that
come from?
“Does that mean you want to make love to me too?”
Killian stared at Blaine, the human physics professor
whose simplest touch could drain a witch’s power until his own mother didn’t
know him and his people couldn’t benefit from his great sperm and—and all that
dogma. The answer was yes. He did want to make love to Blaine. He wanted it
more than anything. The evil witch voice piped up in his head. Yep, these humans are tempting. That’s how
the witch race got so depleted
. He was the strongest male witch in ten
generations. That had to be worth something. He’d never had a really satisfying
relationship with a man, even for a short time. He wanted one. Didn’t he
deserve just a little happiness before he gave his life for his people? He’d
tried it the right way, the witch-stamp-of-approval way, and nearly got his
back broken for his trouble.
Blaine was staring at Killian like he was in suspended
animation; only the fingertips that scratched Al’s head moved. There. That was
it. Blaine had the best possible credentials. Aloysius, who was no dumb cat,
adored the human… and so did Killian. Just that simple. He didn’t care if he
rotted in witch oblivion, or if he lost some of his fabled power. How much
damage could he do in such a little while? “Yes.”
Blaine came to life. “Excuse me?”
“Yes. Please take me home with you.” He swallowed. “And
all those other things.”
Blaine’s smile lit like a midwinter bonfire.
“Mwrarrrrr, mrrrrrwarrrr, mrrrrwarrrr.”


The bloody cat was singing while he slithered around
Blaine’s neck in some happy dance known only to strange and powerful blue-eyed





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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It’s also available at iBooks — But i can’t figure out how to give you the URL!  LOL

So far, my beta readers and those who have received review copies like Beauty, Inc. best of all the Pennymaker Tales. It was a very fun book to write — and unique for me to create an ugly hero! But we see the beauty inside. The book releases June 8th, so it won’t be long now. I hope you enjoy Beauty, Inc. : )

Cover Reveal! Angel Martinez NO FAE IS AN ISLAND. Prezzies!

NoFaeIsAnIsland_432(1)Hi all — What do you think of this great cover by Lex Valentine for my friend, Angel Martinez’s new book, No Fae Is An Island? So cute! Be sure to enter on the Rafflecopter below. Now here’s more about this new book —


Three years ago, Danu banished Diego for a time from the human world. Three years and three days doesn’t seem that long to be away from home but living among the wild fae can change a man and the human world returns the favor by changing while he’s gone. There’s a vampire on Tearmann Island’s security force. A curious selkie’s followed him home. So much to do to keep the world safe…but Diego’s no longer sure he has the right to interfere.

Theo Aguilar started his vampire life on the wrong side of the law. He’s killed and knows he’s dangerous if he doesn’t stay in control every moment. But the fae took him in and Prince Lugh has given him a position of trust. So when Diego and Finn are arrested on a diplomatic mission far from home, he knows his duty. He’s striking out on his own to rescue them, a lone vigilante once again, this time for the good guys. The only glitch? The selkie, Limpet, can’t seem to understand the alone part.


“You don’t need to come with me.” Theo fought clenched teeth. The selkie was a friend of Mr. Sandoval’s and Finn’s, too—Finn who had been so kind to him after accidentally squashing him in dragon form. No need to be rude.

“Quite all right. I’ve nothing better to do.”

“You can’t come with me,” Theo said in the chilliest, sternest tone he could muster.

“Oh, of course I can. I see quite well at night.”

Theo squeezed his eyes shut against the headache. It shouldn’t have been there. He’d fed that morning and napped the rest of the day in lethargic, sated bliss. Fine. He’ll get bored and leave soon. “All right. But you have to be quiet.”

“Yes, yes, of course. In case something bad is here. A pack of nixes maybe. Oh, they’re bad. Or a kraken tries to swim close and ambush you, yes? You’re a real warrior, then? Have you seen many battles? Do you have scars? I have scars, but only because I was very young—”

“Limpet.” Theo stopped and took the selkie’s chin in his hand, holding his head still. “Whispering is not being quiet.”

“Right you are. Sorry. You have beautiful eyes.”

Theo dropped his hand and walked away, shaking his head. It was going to be long night.


Author Bio:

While Angel Martinez is the erotic fiction pen name of a writer of several genres, she writes both kinds of gay romance – Science Fiction and Fantasy. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware, (and full time inside the author’s head) Angel has one husband, one son, two cats, a changing variety of other furred and scaled companions, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.

Author Contact:

Website: Erotic Fiction for the Hungry Mind

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Kay Berrisford Introduces BAD SLAVE with Goodies for you

KB_BadSlave_coverlgHi everyone —

Please welcome my pal from across the pond, Kay Berrisford. As you know, Kay writes delicious fantasy MM, often with more than a touch of D/s or BDSM. Today, she’s bringing us her new story, BAD SLAVE and she’s giving away some fabulous prizes on the Rafflecopter below. This book sounds wonderful. Here’s Kay to introduce her hero.

Kay Berrisford introduces Jay, the reluctant hero of Bad Slave (fantasy m/m romance)

I’m a sucker for reluctant heroes. You know the kind—they start off the story as the not-quite-good-guy, or as the unassuming shy sort who’d never say boo to a goose. Then stuff happens. Boats sink, worlds collides, or maybe somebody they didn’t even realize they cared about gets ill. Only then do we learn our heroes’ true colors, when they make the choice not to walk away, to step up to the mark and do the right thing, and (usually) save the day.

I love that kind of man or woman (we mustn’t forget reluctant heroines). Movies and books are full of them.  When I asked my friends to suggest their fave reluctant heroes, I got answers as contrasting as Tony Stark (Iron Man) and Bilbo Baggins (The Hobbit).  I’ve written about a few reluctant heroes in my time too, notable my stag-shifter antihero, Herne the Hunter. None have come quite as reluctant as Jay, the hero of my new fantasy BDSM romance, Bad Slave.

Jay has a glorious history. When his country was threatened by war he joined up to defend his family and home and was lauded for his achievements on the battlefield. But when we meet him, all Jay wants is forget the violence and do what he loves—looking after his library and teaching folk to read, which he quite rightly sees as just as important as soldiering.

Will the world leave Jay in peace? Of course not! As the blurb describes, Jay’s love for his peaceful life and his honor as a man is about to be tested to the limit…

Blurb: When the king commands former war hero Captain Jay Ghair to find him the perfect royal sex slave, Jay’s quiet new life as a librarian is shattered. Jay discovers the boy he’s looking for in Alix, a lowly miner and wannabe court scientist, whom Jay can’t help but secretly adore. However, teaching the rebellious Alix to be a docile slave is difficult. Alix will behave for just one man, and it isn’t the king. It’s Jay.

Standing by while the king’s treatment of Alix becomes cruel is torturous for Jay. He longs to return to his library, yet he can’t bear to leave Alix, or his people, unprotected. To rescue Alix—and save the realm from the increasingly tyrannical king—Jay must confront the demons of his military past and take up the sword again. But his most important battle must be won through returning Alix’s love and learning to master this bad slave who submits only for him.

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I enjoyed writing Jay, and exploring his inner conflicts as he tries to work out what’s the right thing to do. He’s definitely my favorite reluctant hero I’ve created so far, though I doubt he’ll ever become as fraction as famous as the world’s best.

So…who’s your favorite reluctant hero, from movies, books, or whatever? I’d love to know! For some ideas, check out this list:

I’m also celebrating the release of Bad Slave with a giveaway! Enter to win your choice of Bound for the Forest or Bound to the Beast (both m/m fantasy) in paperback or ebook plus a £10 GC!

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KB_BadSlave_bannerADULT EXCERPT from Bad Slave

Alix had been fishing for a light spanking but wasn’t going to complain. Jay swept to his depths, tasting and devouring him, and he surrendered beneath the hard, hot, and welcome intrusion of tongue. Jay tasted as potent as wine, the man’s oral attentions more powerful than another’s full-on fucking. Alix threw one arm above his head, his knuckles striking against the carved catalpa headboard.

Oh gods, yes, Jay. Be my knight. Rescue me from the dragon. You don’t even have to untie me from the tree.

Of course, Jay wasn’t that kind of hero and hadn’t been for a long time. But with the man scraping to his tonsils, ravishing his mouth with bruising strength, Alix could dream. Jay dueled with him till he willingly surrendered, teeth grazing tender flesh. By the time the captain broke away, Alix’s mind had turned fuzzy with the need for air. He still conjured the resources to groan with desire. Jay captured his bottom lip, squeezing gently.

Yes. Harder. Bite me. Make me feel.

He writhed, letting his leggings ride farther down till he could thrust his uncovered hard-on against Jay’s hip. In his captain’s gaze, he absorbed that perpetual glow of pain…and a glint of hope. Or better, could it be defiance? Would Jay defy Lyam, defy the starlords, defy the world, and become the man Alix dreamed of? He shut his eyes and resorted to fantasy, projecting his hankerings. He daren’t believe.

Want more? Read chapter one at Loose Id

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Loose Id:

All Romance: http://www.allromanceebook

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