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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Amanda LeMay's "Kiss of the Winter Moon" Blog Tour

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Kiss of the Winter Moon
(Sakana Series, Bk #1)
by Amanda LeMay

I had a life plan: Get out of San Francisco. Go home. Start my new job.

I wanted to get on with my life. Howl at the moon. Let my wolf side run wild and free.

But when I stopped in Comfort, Texas, to spend a quiet 2-week vacation with family, all of my best-laid plans came to a screeching halt.

I didn’t plan for Dain Louvel. Okay, so maybe I’d secretly hoped to see him, again, but I didn’t expect all those feelings I’d felt for him before to come rushing back and blindside me. I'd moved on. Or so I thought.

The problem is, I didn’t plan on the sakana bond, that rare and precious bond between mates, to connect our minds, bodies, and souls.

I also hadn't planned on fighting for my life.

But, yeah, stuff happens in Comfort, Texas. I really should've planned better.

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And then, he was there. In the kitchen. Like the most vivid dream I’d ever had.


“How am I supposed to study with this smell invading…”

Deep, husky, and sexy as hell, the sound of his voice sent little electric shocks through my brain and all the corresponding parts of my body that made me a female of the species. I couldn’t do anything but stare while his huge, shirtless chest expanded on a deep breath.

His head turned slowly my way until his cherry-wood eyes locked on mine.

“Jessy…” It came out as a whisper.

There I sat with a milk moustache and a mouth full of meatloaf sandwich.

I couldn’t have spoken even if I hadn’t had a mouthful of food. I looked him up and down, took in every glorious inch of him, and because I couldn’t help myself, I did it again.

Oh. Sweet. Heavens.

His mouth curved into a smile. Deep dimples appeared on his cheeks.

I think I smiled back.

I might have blacked out a little, too.

“Hey.” He cleared his throat like he wanted to say something else and I was so hoping he would because I had lost the ability to speak. “Jess.”

Say “hey”. Say something—say anything—just open your mouth, dammit!

A deep pink blush crept up his neck and covered his gorgeous face. In the next second, he had a plate in his hand and disappeared from the kitchen. The last I saw of him was a thick, long, shiny, black ponytail that seemed to split his wide shoulders in two as it hung down past the waistband of his low-riding, completely ass-hugging, faded jeans.

My dad chuckled. “We didn’t tell him. Thought it would be a nice surprise.”

I opened my mouth to reply. Nothing came out.

I stared at the empty doorway. At the food between my trembling hands. A shuddering breath went through me. The gooseflesh that sprang up made my skin tighten and tingle. I tingled pretty good in a few hidden places, too. Dain’s presence in the room for those few brief seconds made my twitchy, jelly-like, overused muscles tense up while my insides seemed to go all hot and melty.

The sound of my name on his lips echoed through my brain on a crazy endless loop.

And it was perfect.

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His lips touched my forehead for a long second as his other hand cupped my face. His thumb stroked against my cheek as he gazed into my eyes. Sweet, minty breath puffed into my mouth from his. I tilted my head just so and closed the distance between us. He gasped as our lips met, but he didn’t pull away.

The kiss lasted only a second or two, but seemed to suddenly change the axis of the earth and in my soul I knew: I would never kiss another male as long as Dain lived.

Sitting back, I went back to staring at the big screen on the wall, not hearing a thing that was said, or caring who lived or died. The rush of blood through my heart pounded wildly in my ears and beat like a pulse in my lips. What I had always considered a crazy unsatisfied lust, smoldering hot as coals, burst into something uncontrollable that swept like a wildfire through my body. Yes, I lusted after Dain, but that feeling wasn’t what had my hands shaking and my insides quivering—no—the emotion I had trampled down since the second I saw him, the second I caught his scent, was so much more than just simple lust.

The feeling that had me all fluttery and on fire was the sakana bond. And it was damn scary.

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I quickly glanced around my immediate surroundings and found the pipes my arms were strapped to had once been an old breeding stall, off to the side of a ramshackle barn. They would have been buried deep and anchored with concrete. Leather straps lined with lamb’s wool were buckled tightly around both of my wrists and I was sure the same thing had my legs spread and secured. If Bobby wanted to hurt me, it wasn’t through these cuffs. I looked down; three bales of hay stacked one on top of the other held me up off the ground. Damn. Even with my extra wolf strength, there was no way I’d ever pull the pipes from the ground.

I was definitely trapped.

The barn reeked of blood and death and decay. Humans had bled in this place. How many, there was no way of knowing, but there were multiple scents, not only of blood, but of rotting flesh buried under layers of earth. The stench of the horrific acts of a sick mind permeated the soil beneath me and I was sure if I’d swept away the litter of loose hay, I’d find the ground darkly stained. The sickening, sweet odor of dried blood seemed to hang in the air—soaking into my skin, twisting my insides, until the urge to vomit was so strong it took all my willpower keep it down.

I will not die here. Not like this. Not tied up like an animal.

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Holding my breath, I peered out into the darkness through the partially open barn door. Dain’s massive head appeared in the opening, black as the darkest night. His huge, wolf frame filled the doorway, leaving no escape. The bluish-white lantern light glinted in his cherry-wood eyes. His long, white fangs flashed with lethal intent from beneath his curled lips and a deep, feral growl rumbled in his chest with each breath he drew. With his head down, he stalked into the barn, his glossy black fur standing on end as he prowled back and forth studying his prey, Bobby and GW.

In all my life, I had never seen a more vicious-looking wolf, a wolf so intent on mutilating and killing his prey not for food, but for the pure, primal need to protect what was his.

He was dangerous and deadly, dark and destructive like a beautiful storm.

I was never happier to see him.

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His mouth was on mine, cutting off my words with his lips and tongue and I melted into his arms. I pushed aside all the irrational emotions that had no place in my heart. I let go and concentrated on the sensation of Dain’s warm, strong body, the scent of his skin pressed to my nose, the soft prickling of his whiskers, and the taste of his mouth.

His lips moved across my cheek to my neck, up to my ear where he whispered, “I’m hungry, sakana,” again, before pulling the T-shirt up over my head.

He cupped my breasts in his big hands and then his mouth was on me, licking and teasing. He suckled first one, then the other as his fingers caressed every inch of my skin. Running my hands through his silky hair, I pressed his head closer as I moaned, encouraging him with my body to take more, suck deeper, bite harder. I watched as his warm, wet mouth and sharp teeth tasted my flesh. Each lick of his tongue and little nip of his teeth shot pulses of fire straight between my legs, setting off a lightning bolt of pleasure that spiked through my every nerve-ending.

“Sweet heavens…” I gripped his shoulders and gasped as I swayed on my toes.

He lifted me and laid me out on the bed. His lips brushed mine lightly, gently, as our tongues did a slow dance together. He stood, gazing down at me. I parted my legs to welcome him in and when his eyes locked on to what lay between my thighs, a dark, aching desire swept through my body—my desire or his, I wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter because we were both about to spontaneously combust. I caught his wrist, and when he turned back to glance at me, a restless, ravenous wolf burned in his eyes.

His next words came out on a low, rumbling growl. “Want to eat you up, Jess.”

Gooseflesh broke out over my entire body as I followed the sweet, lingering slide of his tongue over long canines that hungered to take what was his, to feast on his mate.

And for once, the two voices in my head were in absolute agreement.

Yessss….feast on me. But…

My heart raced in anticipation as I inhaled a shuddering breath. “I’m hungry, too.”

Where only a few days before, a rosy blush would have colored his cheeks at the mere idea of what I suggested, now his dark eyes smoldered as his mouth curved into a wicked grin, displaying his deep, playful dimples.

His mouth took possession of me as mine took possession of him, and as lips and teeth and tongues caressed and bit and licked, we surrendered to taste and touch and scent, as time seemed to stand still while the full moon stayed steady on her path across the starry sky. What started out gentle and tender and easy became passionate and urgent and demanding.

Kissing. Touching. Licking. Devouring.

Copyright © 2018Amanda LeMay

About The Author

New indie author, Amanda LeMay writes paranormal romance full of dark, sexy wolf shifters who share a special bond with their mates: the sakana bond. When Amanda is not writing, (or thinking about writing, or characters, or dialogue, or world building), she is working on any number of crafts, but most likely, lost inside a wonderful world built by one of her favorite authors.

Amanda lives with her husband and two grumpy old cats in Southern California. She plots most of her novels while walking, or driving, or while on long Texas beach vacations sitting outside listening to the waves. Her first novel, Kiss of the Winter Moon, is set to release on February 20, 2018. 

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Gaslight by Dannika Dark

The wait is over!!
The highly anticipated fourth book in the Crossbreed series GASLIGHT is here! 

(Crossbreed Series, #4)
By Dannika Dark


Vampire trafficking is a sinister business, and nobody knows that better than Keystone. After Raven discovers hidden clues in a cold case, they set a trap in hopes of catching an elusive criminal. But when their plan backfires, Raven’s world is thrown into chaos, and Christian’s loyalty is put to the ultimate test.

Buried secrets come to light, and the only thing keeping Raven grounded is her insatiable thirst for vengeance. The stakes are high as they travel to a place where the landscapes are as treacherous as the immortals that live there. This time, there’s no room for mistakes.

Will Raven have the courage to tame the violence in her heart before it swallows her whole?

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Audiobook Release Date: 
March 20, 2018 

(Crossbreed Series Book 1)

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About the Author

Dannika Dark is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Urban Fantasy Romance and Paranormal Romance. Her books have sold more than 1 million copies worldwide, and she is a 2016 Audie Awards finalist. 

Dannika was born on a military base in the U.S. and spent her youth traveling abroad. She developed an interest writing poetry and song lyrics early on, eventually gravitating toward a job that involved writing procedural training documentation. In her spare time, she wrote novels before she decided to pursue a career in publishing.

In addition to writing about supernatural worlds, Dannika is passionate about graphic design and creates all her own covers and series art. When not writing, she enjoys indie music, movies, reading, Tex-Mex, strawberry daiquiris, heaps of chocolate, and unleashing her dark side.

All of her published books to date are written in the same universe and contain material suitable for adults only.

"For me, writing is all about blending genres to break out of the confines of predictability, but it's what I love to do." ~ Danni

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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Hearts And Flour by Tara Lain

Hearts and Flour
by Tara Lain


Can a raw food enthusiast find love with a guy who bakes cupcakes?

When Micah Truveen’s devoted health-food customers start showing up with white flour, Micah wants to chew nails! To make his misery worse, he finds his yoga teacher boyfriend in bed with another guy the day before Valentine’s Day. Micah decides to drown his misery at a friend’s anti-Valentine’s Day orgiastic hookup party—and meets the beautiful Queen, a gorgeous cross-dresser who’s got Southern sugah in his mouth and the right equipment under the dress. But when the hookup turns serious, Micah has to compromise to protect Queen’s secrets from his beloved grandmother. With everything against them, can two hearts rise above the flour?

Second Edition
First Edition published by Etopia Press, January 2013.

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Micah stashed his bike in the shed behind the house. He couldn’t stop chuckling. Dharmaram would be so happy. Micah fingered the wrapped box in his pocket. The bracelet that rested inside was pure gold and engraved with abstract shapes the salesman had told Micah were dolphins. That sold him, of course. It cost a bundle, but he didn’t care. He loved it. The look on Dharmaram’s face when Micah gave it to him tomorrow would be worth twice the price. He knew it.
At least he was home early tonight, so maybe they could watch a little TV and snuggle. Tomorrow Micah would start prep on the meal in the early afternoon. He wanted to blow it out. Candles and flowers. Good china and silver. Well, he didn’t really have good stuff, but he’d bought a new deep pink tablecloth that would set off his plain white plates and make them special.
He fit his key in the lock and stepped into the kitchen. Funny, the lights were off. Dharmaram usually turned on every light in the house when he got home. Maybe he’d had an extra class to teach this afternoon and hadn’t thought to mention it.
Micah paused and let Furtwangler step onto his shoulder from the top of the refrigerator. He scratched the cat’s chin. “Hi, guy. How you feeling?” Like the glacier for which he was named, at seventeen Furtwangler was slowly disappearing. One of the only good things to come out of Micah’s time with his mother, Furtwangler was still a great cat.
Micah turned on the light and slipped his shoes onto the shoe rack. He pulled the package from his pocket. “Where shall I put this so that our nosy roommate won’t find it, guy? What do you think?”
Micah glanced up at the high glass-front cabinets in the kitchen. Good thought. Dharmaram hated to cook, so if he was left alone he’d never open a cabinet. Just graze in the refrigerator on whatever Micah had left for him.
Holding on to Furtwangler with one hand, Micah stood on tiptoe and opened the top door. He slid the present behind the teapot he used for herb infusions. He really wanted to give the bracelet to Dharmaram tonight, but he’d force himself to wait. It would be more special tomorrow.
He walked through the dark dining room into the living room. No lights. He turned on a low TV-viewing light. “Stay here, guy. We’ll watch some TV, okay?”
The cat slithered off his shoulder to the comfortable, cotton-velour-covered couch, and Micah headed down the hall to the bedroom.
“Umpf.” Micah stopped. “Ohhhhh.” Shit, was that Dharmaram? Had he hurt himself doing his damned backward-bending pose again? He took two more steps.
“Oh, oh, oh!”

What was wrong? Micah ran the last seven steps and threw open the bedroom door in time to see a large bare ass in the air and a very big dick shoving its way into the pink butthole of the guy Micah had just spent five hundred dollars on.

He pushed through the swinging kitchen door and found a couple of caterers laughing and gossiping quietly in a corner. Bet they had something to talk about. And there, back to him by the sink, was the woman.
As he looked at her now, Micah realized there was no way she could be a caterer, unless she owned the company. The red dress was silk and those four-inch stilettos would have paid his mortgage for a month. She wasn’t real tall. Even with the shoes, he guessed she’d be a little shorter than his six feet. Very slim with just a slight rounding at her hips, strong, lean legs, and willowy arms in the long sleeves. A mane of golden hair fell over her shoulders. The color looked real but well tended, like it cost a bundle to keep that silken shine.
Why the hell was he staring at her? Unlike his erstwhile boyfriend, he had no interest in women in any sexual or romantic sense. Never had. But what was she doing here?
She filled a glass from a spigot of filtered water.
Her head went back, so he assumed she was drinking. Suddenly she turned toward him, and he was staring into brilliant blue eyes. “Did you want some water too?”
Her voice was soft and low. A lilt suggested moonlight and magnolias.
“Uh, sure. Yes. I’d like some.”
She reached into a cabinet like she owned the place, pulled out a glass, and filled it from the spigot. Micah watched the play of muscles across the low back of her dress. Then she turned with the water glass extended. Man, what a beauty. Delicate, sculptured features—wide eyes, soft lips, a pointed chin—all surrounded by the velvet blanket of smooth gold hair.
Micah stared and… stared. Beautiful face. Beautiful Adam’s apple.
“You’re a guy.”
She… uh… he smiled. “Of course. Why else would I be here, sugah?” The “why” sounded like “wha” and the “I” like “ah.”
Micah grinned. “Excellent question. You’re quite convincing as a woman. And very beautiful.” Jesus, his body didn’t care what the guy was. Total turn-on. Who knew he’d get excited over a cross-dresser?
“Thank you, kind sir. So are you.”
Micah stuck out his hand. “I’m Micah.”
He took it. His skin was so soft Micah could barely feel it except for the warmth that flowed straight to his balls. He smiled. “I’m called Queen.”
“But you’re not a queen, are you? I mean, a drag queen?”
He smiled. Hell, it was practically demure. “No. Just a man who likes to wear women’s clothes sometimes.”
Micah was out of his depth here, but he felt willing to drown. “Like a transvestite?”
Queen sipped his water. “I prefer to avoid labels. I only get the chance to dress up occasionally. I’m perfectly happy in men’s clothes as well.”
Micah smiled. “It’s confusing.”
Queen looked up through his lashes, which were darker than his hair. “How so?”
“I’m not usually attracted to women.”
“Ah, but I’m not a woman.”

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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