Book Blitz: Excerpt & Giveaway! Greta and the Glass Kingdom, Mylena Chronicles #2 by Chloe Jacobs

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Once upon a dark time… 

Greta the human bounty hunter never quite fit into the shadowed, icy world of Mylena. Yet she's managed to defeat the demon Agramon and win the love of the darkly intense Goblin King, Isaac. Now Isaac wants her to rule by his side—a human queen. And the very announcement is enough to incite rebellion…

To make matters worse, defeating Agramon left Greta tainted with a dark magick. Its unclean power threatens to destroy her and everything she loves. With the Goblin King's life and the very peace of Mylena at stake, Greta must find a cure and fast.

Her only hope lies with the strange, elusive faeries in the Glass Kingdom…if she can get there before the evil within her destroys everything.

5 Things You Don’t Know about Isaac from Greta and the Glass Kingdom

1) Isaac has always been fascinated by technology. Mylena is a technological wasteland because of the harsh environment, but if there was ever a person who was meant to be an inventor, it’s Isaac. Before he became the goblin king, he tinkered around with things, looking for ways to help his people survive better in the harsh, endless winter of Mylena, and now that he’s the goblin king…he’s thinking BIGGER.

2) Nobody has ever said Isaac’s name without wanting something from him, and he’s never had friends because of his position in the goblin kingdom, and the fact that the people who didn’t want the benefit of his gift to enter their dreams were afraid. So Isaac has spent a lot of time by himself growing up. He travels by himself, he works by himself, and it’s made him a very reflective, thoughtful person—which is the polar opposite of Greta’s energetic, fireball personality.

3) When the previous goblin king—Isaac’s father—was killed by his uncle, Isaac knew he had to step in, even though he never wanted the responsibility of becoming the goblin king. When Isaac issued the challenge, his uncle actually laughed. He was so sure he’d be able to take his young nephew. But Isaac surprised everyone when he bested his uncle. He was fueled by a determination to protect his people from a tyrant taking over the kingdom, and also by a desire to make Mylena a more tolerant place…because he’d met Greta, and knew she was human. 

4) Isaac fell for Greta because of her capacity for understanding and compassion. Before they met, she believed that she lost the ability to feel those things, but he saw them in her even when she couldn’t. It’s in the way she refuses to hunt someone just because there’s a bounty on their head. She only hunts the Lost. And it’s in the way that she protects the Mylean people even when most of them wouldn’t cry a tear to see her dead. 

5) Becoming the goblin king isn’t something Isaac ever really wanted, but now that the gig has been thrust upon him, he’s determined to do a good job. He’s got big plans, not only for the goblin kingdom, but for all of Mylena. Oh, but he’d kill me if I ruined everything by spilling the beans before he’s ready for everyone to know…

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Chloe Jacobs is a native of nowhere and everywhere, having jumped around to practically every Province of Canada before finally settling in Ontario where she has now been living for a respectable number of years. Her husband and son are the two best people in the entire world, but they also make her wish she'd at least gotten a female cat. No such luck. And although the day job keeps her busy, she carves out as much time as possible to write. Bringing new characters to life and finding out what makes them tick and how badly she can make them suffer is one of her greatest pleasures, almost better than chocolate and fuzzy pink bunny slippers.

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Cover Reveal! My Demons, The Angel Trilogy Book 2 by Kimberly Blalock

GENRE: Contemporary Romance, Erotica

RELEASE DATE: March 24, 2015

Abigale Hayes has had many things ripped from her life. She’s been broken and living in darkness for far too long. Love finds Abby in ways she hadn’t imagined would ever be possible, but so does lies and betrayal. Abby will be put in a position to protect the one man she has no doubt she will love forever. Evan’s love for Abby will take him to a whole new depth of darkness. Will dealing with those that want the love of his life be the end for Evan and Abby?

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Kimberly has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.

Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?

When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.

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Happy Release Day: Excerpt and Giveaway! Heartwood, Carved Hearts #3 by L.G. Pace & Michelle Pace

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"When we were kids, my cousins planned for their weddings like they were coronations. Sleepovers revolved around notebooks stuffed with clippings from bridal magazines and elaborate plans scrawled in purple ink. Horse drawn carriages, twenty tiered cakes, groomsmen in tails, and scads of bridesmaids, none of whom were nearly as pretty as the bride. Me? I'd just yawn and wander off to the backyard and play fetch with their dog. I never cared about any of that crap, at least not until I met Joe." With her wedding rapidly approaching, Molly's days consist of herding Joe off to tux fittings and diaper changings times two. She misses life on the food truck, but she isn't quite ready to leave the twins. Planning for every detail to be as perfect as her groom, she hopes her instincts are wrong that it's all too good to be true. Knowing Molly like he does, Joe can plainly see that his girl needs to decompress. She's as stubborn as always, and talking her into a honeymoon without the babies proves easier said than done. Molly's on edge about every little thing, from the nosey next door neighbor to cars speeding down their quiet street. While Joe revels in their otherwise blissful existence, he worries that Molly's paranoia may be a symptom of something bigger. Come back to Austin one last time for the wedding of Molly Elizabeth Hildebrandt and Joseph Samuel Jensen. Raise a glass in celebration alongside their family and closest friends. Wave goodbye as they ride off into the sunset toward a dark fork in the road that could destroy their happily ever after. Will they finally get their fairytale ending? Find out in Heartwood, the explosive conclusion to the Carved Hearts series. 

I was blocks away from the restaurant when traffic came to a crawl. Anxiously tapping the steering wheel, I finally passed the scene of the accident which had tied up both lanes. It seemed some tourist had slammed their Winnebago into a Smart Car, and Austin's rubberneckers needed an eyeful. The gridlock continued, and growing ever more frustrated, I pulled out my phone and texted my date. Traffic. I'm a mile away. She didn't respond. I was about to call her, when my phone chimed. I glanced down at the picture message. No accompanying words, but I didn't need any. The top of her garter belt jutted out from her skirt. It was visibly pinned to black stockings. I licked my lips, ready to park and sprint the remaining blocks to the restaurant. Taking a deep breath, I soldiered on. When I finally entered Bess Bistro, I scanned the place eagerly. It didn't take me long to find her in the dimly lit restaurant. She sat at the bar facing away from me sipping a martini. I watched as she placed her glass carefully on the surface in front of her. Her upswept hair accentuated her long, lovely neck which begged to be tasted. Seeing those stockings in the flesh made my temperature rise, and the way her midnight blue dress hugged her heart-shaped ass had me salivating. Some old dude with greying temples and a droopy porn mustache was giving her the full court press. He was turned sideways on his stool, leaning into her personal space and talking to her cleavage. She nodded politely in response to whatever nonsense he was spewing, as his lustful eyes continued to violate every inch of her exposed skin. A couple of years back, I might have punched him right in the 'stache, but this was the new and improved me. The guy that didn't fly into jealous rages or break irritating people into itty bitty bits. However, when he reached out and stroked her dangling earring, 'Old Joe' reared his ugly head. I was tempted to rip him off of his stool and toss him out the front door by the seat of his Depends. Instead, I took a moment and another deep breath. I had kids to think about now. Everything I did (or didn't do) set an example for them. True, they were far too little to know what I might do here, but their blabbermouth aunts would be more than happy to fill them in later in life. As I stood contemplating the pros and cons of my next action, a far more civilized strategy occurred to me. I felt a devilish grin bloom on my face and I sauntered to the bar. I slid onto the empty barstool next to her. Reaching out, I picked up her drink and took a sip. "Is this martini dirty?" "Well if it wasn't before, it certainly is now." Her stunning eyes took in my tailored suit, and the corners of her mouth curled coyly as she reached out and reclaimed her drink from me. Her full sleeve of tattoos somehow meshed perfectly with the silky dark material she wore. She was dazzling, and I was glad I'd decided to wear her favorite tie. "What's a woman like you doing sitting at a bar alone?" My greedy eyes devoured her plunging neckline and her glossy, full lips. She giggled quietly, and the way her fingertips trailed along the stem of her glass made me heady with anticipation. Mustache Rides shot me a dirty look and turned reluctantly back to his scotch. "Waiting on my fiancé." She looked up at me from under her sultry lashes. "He made you wait?" I asked. She nodded, and the bartender who'd been hovering nearby approached. "Johnnie Blue. Make it a double." "He's a busy man." Molly sighed dramatically, lifting her speared olives to her lips. She tugged one off showily with her teeth, her eyes fixed on mine. Oh...it was definitely on now. "He's a fool," I shot back. The bartender barely stifled a chuckle as he poured my whiskey. It was clear he thought I was trying to pick her up, and of course, I was. Though we owned a house and had children together, and it was my ring on that pretty finger of hers, these facts were all irrelevant. Tonight Molly planned to make me work for it. She glanced at the bartender, and then back at me. She was well aware we had an audience. Her amusement was thinly veiled, but she kept a straight face and stayed in character. "How late is he?" I continued, my voice sounding wanton and thick. "Very." Her decisive response reeked of promiscuity and I could feel the bartender assessing us curiously. "I can keep you company while you wait if you like." I leaned my elbows onto the bar and looked her over casually. She turned toward me and crossed her long legs. She was purposely drawing my attention to one of her best features, and I allowed my eyes to drop. My gaze trailed from the black straps at her ankles all the way up to her risqué hemline that ended far above the knee. "Buy me another drink and maybe I'll let you buy me dinner." With that, she downed the last swallow of her martini. With a wicked smile, I turned back to the bartender who shook his head in blatant admiration. "Oh, she definitely needs another one of those." I stated. Mustache Man muttered something and abandoned his drink on the bar. The bartender glanced at Molly, and the gentle curl of her lips made him blush so profusely that his bald head looked sunburnt.

L.G.Pace III has spent several decades pouring creative energy into other things besides writing. He began his current journey by telling his two daughters bedtime stories about a magical realm and a hero named Terel. Though that story is still sitting unfinished in the electronic universe he has managed to bring two other stories out of the dark maelstrom of his mind for others to enjoy. He dwells in the great state of Texas with his wife, novelist Michelle Pace and their children. 

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Michelle Pace lives in north Texas with her husband, Les, who is also a novelist. An Iowan native, she is the mother of two lovely daughters, Holly and Bridgette, and one uber-charismatic son, Kai. A former singer and actress, Michelle has always enjoyed entertaining people and is excited to continue to do so as a writer. 

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Book Promo: Excerpt & Giveaway! Majestic Pearls, Majestic Pearls #1 by Katja O.

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Some believe in fate others not so ...

Who would think that a simple car accident could determine someone's destiny?

But when Mia Tandy meets Nicholas Devlin their world's are changed. 

Falling in love should be simple, should be natural and joyous but, as they are from different world's, there are many obstacles thrown in their way. 

There is one thing that no one can control and that is undying love. Fate has brought these two together, and class is keeping them apart. 

What they don't realize is ... they are somehow connected. 

One person holds the piece to this puzzle. 

A secret from yesteryear and a certain string of pearls holds the key. These secrets not only are the key to a old romance but a key to their destiny.

Not to stray from the common Author cliché, I loved to read as a child – I actually excelled in reading from a young age. This was definitely to my advantage. In saying that I only enjoyed reading “happily ever after stories.”

As I grew older my pleasures turned to “teen romance stories” with the obvious transition being heavy love stories and of course Jackie Collins’ novels.

Then due to relationship and work commitments my reading all but ceased until my children were at an age where I could steal and hour or two (which then became an hour or four). 

A few years ago I discovered the Twilight Saga, this kept my thoroughly entertained for years as I read and re-read numerous times… Enter 50 Shades. I think the fact that these books were written by amateur writers stirred something inside of me.

A few years ago my dear mother passed away, I became really lost —books became my saviour. They took me to a very special place … away from reality. One night I had this dream, it was so vivid in my mind that when I awoke it was fresh and alive. It just kept growing and growing and that’s when Majestic Pearls was born. I've not looked back since.

Music is my passion, I love it! Though it needs to be genre’s from the fifties through to the eighties. Everything I do is done to music from my writing through to my housework—it soothes my soul. 

I also have full time duties with my husband (fourth child) and our family business and three sons which all keeps me on my toes, there’s never a dull moment around my house.

Living in the beautiful Melbourne Australia, we have an abundance of restaurants and café’s which is my other passion … coffee dates with my wild and wacky high school friends … after thirty plus years we still catch up regularly and have a wild time. All of these people and my large family form my circle … a circle that I love and are thankful to have.

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Genre: Adult, Erotic Ménage Romance

Nadia has been an erotic author of BDSM novels for years. She is no stranger to her work bringing out the crazy in some people. However, she was not prepared for a stalker and had no idea the lengths he would go to in order to have her.

Desperate when the police are unable to help, Nadia turns to a highly rated security team for protection. Although they looked more like GQ models than bodyguards, Nadia puts her trust and her life into their safekeeping.

From the moment she walked into their offices, Caleb and Jonas knew that there was nothing they wouldn’t do to keep Nadia safe. Upon discovering the type of books she writes, they are floored because she has no idea that they are active members of not one but two BDSM clubs and had both reached Master status long ago. 

As the two men guard her body and strive to win her heart there is one out there who will stop at nothing to claim what his twisted mind has convinced him is his. Including the murder anyone who stands in his way.

**Guarding Nadia is a Novella and comes with THREE never before Published (in a book) scenes from Lainey’s New York series.**

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Two hours later, Nadia was frumped out in baggy sweats and a ratty tee, with fluffy socks on her feet that were- unbelievably- resting in Jonas' lap.  When she'd come down from her bath, the men had the popcorn popped and a selection of candy and drinks spread out that she knew didn't come from her kitchen.  She'd smiled and gratitude filled her when she realized that one of them had made a run to the store.  It was a small thing to most people, but for her the gesture was huge.  They were here to protect her from harm, not to coddle and entertain her.  She knew that this was a rare occurrence on their part, and she was touched deeply by it and them.  The contract that she'd signed in their office two days ago had outlined in minute detail what services they provided, gummy bears and foot rubs had not been on that list. 

"I still can't believe you picked Die Hard to watch,"

 Jonas commented as he dug his thumbs into the arches of her feet with deliriously wonderful results.  She moaned and replied; "Hey.  Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I have to watch chick flicks.  I love action movies.  Die Hard is a classic and Bruce Willis is a freaking stud."

"I agree with the classic part."  Caleb said.  "No comment on the stud part.  He's not my type."  Nadia chuckled and cranked her head to look up at him. 

When she first sat down tonight, she'd been seated between them like a proper lady, with both feet on the floor and her back resting against the cushions behind her.  Before the first preview had even finished, Caleb and Jonas pounced.  Jonas had grabbed her feet and tugged them into his lap, while Caleb took her by the shoulders and adjusted her until she was reclining against him with her head comfortably nestled on his chest.  His elbow was on the couch back, and his fingers had been playing in her curls nonstop. 

There was something in his expression as she gazed up at him that was different.  If she didn't know any better, she would call that look he was giving her 'intent'.  Part of her said she was being fanciful, and it was just the wishful thinking of her long neglected hormones running away with her.  The other part of her said she was right on track.

They had her spread out between them, and had been touching her nonstop since she'd sat down. Yes, they were here on a job.  However, the familiarity of their touch had left the realm of professionalism the moment she'd clung to Caleb and cried earlier.  She'd made the first move.  Breached the lines and took things beyond professional.  Could they be acting on that, and letting her know in a not so subtle way that they were open to being more than just her bodyguards?

Considering who she was and what she did for a living, the erotic images that immediately sprang to life in her brain had her muscles loosening and her pulse rabbiting.  Then reality smacked her in the head.  Stuff like that only happened in books.  No way could this be anything more than what it was.  She was deluding herself if she thought that anything even remotely close to what she was fantasizing about would happen.  Threesomes were things that only reckless and drunk college students did.  People in the real world, with careers and families didn't have wild sexcapades on the job.  Or off for that matter.  This was just stress and loneliness making more out of their kindness than what was there, and she needed to get a hold of herself before she ended up looking like an idiot.

Caleb touched his finger between her brows.  "What's caused this?"

"What do you mean?" She asked him.

"You were smiling a minute ago and now there's a frown here.  What thought caused that?"  His finger was still on her brows, gently tracing them and it was doing amazing things to her insides, even as his question caused her to flush uncomfortably.  She ducked her chin and broke eye contact as she tried to think of something to say.

"Hey."  Jonas squeezed at the foot he was rubbing and she looked at him.  "Honest answers only between us.  No half truths or dodging either."  His expression grew intense.  "On any subject.  No matter what it is."

Nadia felt as if she were in an alternate universe.  Everything felt unreal, as though she were in one of her books after all.  Could it be that these two unbelievably sexy and intense men were thinking the same thoughts that she was?  Did she dare tell them the truth that they demanded?  What if she did and then she had to suffer through the humiliating let down speech?

What if she did and they took her up on it?

All Nadia's life she'd lived as a responsible, sensible young lady.  She never smoked or partied as a teen.  Never snuck out of the house at night to meet up with friends or a boy.  She didn't have her first drink until her twenty-first birthday.  On top of that, despite what she wrote, sex for her had always been one on one.  In the dark.  Boring.  No fuss, no frills, no kink...no fun.

Nadia had always believed that was the reason she wrote what she did.  There was so much pent up inside of her that it had to have an outlet somewhere or she'd combust. 

As she tore her gaze from Jonas and looked back up at Caleb, she thought to herself that they might say no,  but, they might just say yes. God help her but she didn't want to miss out on what would happen if they wanted her, and if there was even a small chance that they did, it was worth the risk.

"I was thinking that this was very intimate and sexy at first.  Like something out of one of my books right before things get wild and kinky.  Then I told myself to snap out of it.  This wasn't a book, and that wild and kinky didn't happen in the real world."  She swallowed before adding; "At least not to me."

"Bruce."  Caleb said.

"What?"  She was confused.  His look was back to being intense, and she would swear he was about to kiss her, so she had no clue why he would say something like that.

"Bruce." He repeated.  "That's your safe word.  Say, yes sir, if you understand and agree.  If not say, Bruce and we stop here and now."

"Holy shit."  Nadia was dumbstruck. 

"That wasn't one of your options, sweetheart."  Jonas' chuckle was as seductive as a caress.  

Lainey lives in beautiful Washington State. She's the youngest of five and has always wanted to be a writer. Her first novel, -A Table for Three- was nominated for best debut novel of 2010 by the Romance Review and marked a dream come true for Lainey.

With her third published release -Damaged Goods-, Lainey saw another of her dreams realized when she took a leap of faith to become a full-time author and left the safety net of a day job behind. Now she spends her days writing, with her dog at her feet and a cat curled in her lap, and asks herself a dozen times a day; how'd I ever get so lucky?

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Book Blitz: Excerpt & Giveaway! Rynlee's Song, Daughter of the Time #1 by Eliza Marie Jones

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Rynlee Nalis is a demon hunter. She is a Purator, belonging to an organization who slay demons to serve their King. Even though she’s a candidate to succeed the High Purator, eighteen-year-old Rynlee doesn’t want the responsibility.

Her entire world is turned upside down when Jeynen shows up at the temple that is her school and home. She thought he died five years ago.

And he has no idea who she is.

When an assassin comes for Jeynen and he manages to flee for his life, Rynlee rushes after him. As she tries to discover the truth about him, she stumbles onto an ancient prophecy and challenges those who want to destroy the balance of magic.

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Rynlee stood in the middle of a battlefield, with bodies lying mangled all around her; the bloody light of a full crimson moon lit the scene with a gruesome integrity. Moans of anguish from the dying and a pregnant silence from the dead met her ears. The smell of it all nearly made her gag; decaying flesh with mud and smoke filled her lungs.

Confused and caught into believing the scene to be real, Rynlee walked forward, stepping over and around the crumpled forms littering the ground. Suddenly she saw a familiar face, stained with blood and missing an arm. Bending down for a closer look, Rynlee covered her mouth in unmasked horror. Her apprentice’s eyes were unseeing, staring up at the black sky, her mouth frozen in an expression of pure terror. Mud and blood painted Cherylt’s custard-colored curls, matted to her head.

Rynlee stumbled away in shock. Cherylt wasn’t dead. She was safe back at the complex, wasn’t she? Rynlee felt dread creep up on her, mingling with panic and disbelief. She came upon another person she knew. It was a woman with silvery black hair that she couldn’t quite put a name to, lying face down, and a deep slash across her back. As she was about to crouch down and turn the woman over to see her face, Rynlee heard a low rumbling and suddenly a cloud of dust rose all around her, lessening her vision to only a few feet. She choked and coughed, waving her arm through the air to try to clear it. Dust still hung in the air as a dirty mist, cloaking the dead and dying bodies with a suffocating hold.

This is the website of author Eliza Marie Jones. I’m a writer, gardener, nail polish junkie, and artist. I live with my husband in Alberta, Canada. I took website programming and graphic design in college, which comes in very handy doing all the non-writing parts of being an author.

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