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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Cover Reveal Blitz: Born Wild by Nikki Jefford






Born Wild
(Wolf Hollow Shifters Series, #3)
By Nikki Jefford

Blurb

FOR THREE YEARS HUMANS FORCED THE PUREBLOODED WOLF SHIFTER TO FIGHT HIS OWN KIND

After escaping his human captors, Wolfrik returns to Wolf Hollow covered in scars and hostility. He wants nothing to do with pack politics and refuses to play nice.

AN INJURY ISOLATED THE SHE-WOLF AND LEFT HER VULNERABLE

Ever since Kallie’s foot was permanently maimed in a vulhena attack, she’s been relocated to the den where Palmer—the pack’s elder and council member—is after her to become his third mate.

A heated encounter with Wolfrik gives Kallie an idea. If she can convince the wild wolf to be her bedmate, Palmer will finally leave her alone.

But when an unexpected bond forms between the pair, Kallie may have bitten off more than she can chew. Is the aggressive pureblood too damaged to settle down with a mate?

REDEMPTION MAY COME TOO LATE

Forced to face his inner demons, or lose the woman he loves, Wolfrik must confront the past he’s tried so hard to forget. But the past is about to catch up to him and old enemies could doom the entire hollow…



Release Date:
Wednesday, June 27, 2018

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Excerpts




Her emotions worked like muscles through her body, pushing her onward with boundless drive. Leaves whispered as she blew by and bits of dirt loosened beneath her paws only to scatter back over the earth behind her.
She ran fast. She ran free.
This forest had been her home most of her life—the trees as familiar to her as her wolf pack—it welcomed and spurred her along. But would these woods let her go?
Deep into the thicket, a rustle in the ferns caught Kallie’s ears. The fur on her back rose. She whipped around as a large gray wolf leapt on top of her and knocked her off her feet.
She’d forgotten about Wolfrik lurking on the outskirts of the hollow. She didn’t fear for her safety, but she was annoyed by the unexpected delay.
Kallie snarled and snapped viciously.
Wolfrik shocked her by shifting into human form. What kind of maniac would turn human to wrestle down an angry wolf with his bare arms and hands?
The naked flesh flashing beside Kallie’s mouth was too tempting. She’d been holding back her anger for too long. She bit Wolfrik’s arm as he put his weight onto her. As soon as Kallie tasted blood, she let go. Even in wolf form she had enough sense not to do serious injury to a fellow member of the pack.
Wolfrik didn’t so much as grunt, as though he was impervious to pain. Instead, he put more weight on her and grabbed her two front legs before she could claw his skin.
“Shift,” he said.
Kallie thrashed beneath him, snarling out of control. She tried to scratch the arm impeding her escape, but Wolfrik somehow managed to squeeze both her legs into one fist. Kallie’s lips lifted over her fangs to snarl. She didn’t want to hurt him, she just wanted to get away.
Wolfrik lowered his face directly into hers and bellowed, “Shift!”
The fight in Kallie leaked away when she recognized the command of an alpha. There was wild, raw strength in Wolfrik that overpowered anything she’d ever detected from any of the other males in Wolf Hollow.
Kallie huffed her consent before letting go of her wolf to take on human form.
Fur receded and sharp claws turned to stubby fingernails that Kallie was prone to biting. Thick, brown, unruly hair tumbled down her shoulders.
She lay naked beneath Wolfrik, chest rising and falling rapidly. Her large breasts brushed against the soft brown hair on Wolfrik’s scarred and muscled chest. Her nipples hardened into painful tips. Her body ached with desire that heated her blood and throbbed between her legs.
The instinctual part of Kallie called out to be claimed by such a virile man-wolf. She could still taste his blood in her mouth, which only excited her more. The unexpected lust coursing through her was beyond maddening considering the whole point of her flight was to avoid ending up on her back with a brute of a shifter straddling her.




In the glade, a short line formed at the cauldron and shifters began dishing themselves the usual mush of vegetables, grains, and meat. As more pack members arrived, they headed for the line and milled around in small groups chatting amongst themselves.
Wolfrik didn’t care much for conversation, but he did like listening in and making comments—especially the kind that got under other shifters’ skin. There weren’t a whole lot of other ways to entertain himself.
But tonight he wasn’t listening in so much as looking for a certain she-wolf who owed him a shirt.
If she knew what was good for her, she’d stick to the safety of the den and never go wandering off alone in the middle of the night again.
What had she really been doing? Wolfrik didn’t buy her story about stretching her legs and taking in the fresh air. She looked like she was running away.
What in the world did she have to run from?
It wasn’t his problem, but he couldn’t help feeling intrigued. Perhaps the hollow wasn’t one big happy family that had moved on without him. Why not dig a little deeper? Misery loved company, after all— a saying he’d picked up at the compound. Perhaps it explained why hundreds of humans swarmed to the crumbling city as though it were the mother hive.
Wolfrik chose a spot on a mound of earth beneath some trees, watching each shifter as they arrived. He tapped his foot the longer he waited. Soon a full line had formed at the cauldron and the clearing filled with the clamor of a couple dozen voices speaking at once.
So, Kallie had stayed away.
Heavy disappointment sank like a rock down Wolfrik’s throat then settled inside his gut.
It’s not as though females had ever flocked to him even before he’d become a savage beast. His impending claim on Sasha had been as clear as the waters that ran throughout the hollow, not to mention he’d always held himself above the rest of the pack. In short, he’d been a pompous prick. Now he didn’t know how to be anything else.
“Careful, Cujo,” Hawk had once told him. “Pride will be your downfall.”
“And I will be yours,” Wolfrik had promised, teeth gleaming.
A man with a whip had come by his cell that night and given him ten lashings, but it had been worth it to see the twitch in Hawk’s eye.
Standing shirtless, those lashings were displayed for the whole pack to see. It didn’t matter that no one was looking at him. They were thinking about it and avoiding him even more than they had before. Wolfrik folded his arms across his chest. Did Kallie think she could hide from him forever? Hold onto his shirt like some kind of keepsake?
He ground his teeth together and descended the mound with half a mind to storm into the den and demand his shirt back—rip it from Kallie’s body if she was foolish enough to still be wearing it.
Beast. Savage. Wild wolf.
He couldn’t change what he was any more than a rabbit could grow claws.
A flash of yellow caught his eyes from across the clearing, like the sun had sprouted legs and taken a walk through the woods, coming closer as though drawn in by the heady scent of wild game and fresh harvest.
She had full breasts and hips that clung to the smooth fabric. Thick waves of brown hair tumbled past her shoulders, following the dips and curves of her body. Wolfrik remembered everything he’d seen beneath the dress in vivid detail. Her shapely legs moved with slow grace. He barely noticed her limp.
Strands of copper and gold caught in the firelight as she passed the bonfire. In her hands, she held Wolfrik’s shirt folded into a tidy square, and her eyes were in constant motion—as though searching for something…him?
Wolfrik’s groin tightened. She was only returning his shirt. Why then did he feel like she was about to offer him a gift?
He stood his ground. Let her look a bit longer. Try to find him hidden among the trees. He liked watching her search him out.
Clutching his shirt, her lower lip gave a slight tremble.
Wolfrik’s heart rate kicked up the way it did before he pounced on a rabbit. He began to smirk, sure her gaze would land on him at any second when from out of nowhere, Tabor stepped in front of Kallie, blocking Wolfrik’s view. He growled, but there was no one close enough to hear.



Wolf Hollow Shifters Series





Bk #1
Wolf Hollow


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Bk #2
Mating Games


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About The Author


Nikki Jefford is a third generation Alaskan now living in the Pacific Northwest with her French husband and their Westie, Cosmo. She is the author of the Wolf Hollow Shifters series, Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter series, and Spellbound Trilogy. When she’s not reading or writing, she enjoys nature, hiking, and motorcycle riding.


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Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Audiobook Release: The Shadow King by Heather Killough-Walden


Now Available in audiobook,
The Shadow King!






The Shadow King 
(The Kings Series, Bk #7)
By Heather Killough-Walden
Narrated by Antony Ferguson

Blurb:

King of the Shadow Realm....

Beyond the Twixt, just past the Unlit Forest lies a realm so gravely perilous, it has been cut off from the mortal world for thousands of years. The powerful man who rules this tangled, twisted land is as dark and merciless as his realm. That darkness in him calls out, endlessly hunts, and searches far and wide - ever seeking the soul that can make it complete, the one who can end the loneliness that threatens his entire kingdom.

Warlock of the fae....

Violet Kellen is one of two Tuath unseelie fae to have studied the rare art of dark magic to become a warlock, and now she must use those skills to save the other one - her sister. She foolishly ventures into the forbidden Dark on a rescue mission, and is ultimately thrust into a world she couldn't fathom - and into the arms of a tall, dark savior who fills her with a fierce desire nearly as brutal as his own.

Contains mature themes.



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The Kings Series




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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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All it takes is one night to fall far too deep.

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Amid tragedy and disaster, will Remy and Davina find the courage to recapture the love they lost?

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Bar Owner Mary-Alice Roberts needs a hero. Recently dumped and in need of an experienced bartender. Will Retired Marine SSgt Jake Peterson be the Hero the Blondie needs?

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Two on One Breakaway
Will Haley take a chance at happy-ever-after with Ian and Derek on this Valentine's Day or miss her chance forever?

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Deidre of the Sorrows
She killed his father, must she get rid of Daniel too?

A.J. Matthews
Come Undone
Mac is desperately in love with his best friend Trini—but is afraid his autism will keep her from ever loving him. Can a spur-of-the-moment road trip to find Trini’s dad bring them together—or will it tear them apart forever?

Summer Graystone
A Different KInd of Pain
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Anna Edwards
Misguided Control
In love, sometimes there is no escape.

Kim Loraine
Until the Stars Fade
One wrong turn can lead you in the right direction.

J.M. Maurer
Seeking Love
She's not ready to open her heart. He holds the key.

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Liberating Mr. Gable
Anson Gable wasn't looking to stay, but when he met Etta, he found he didn't want to leave.

Jamallah Bergman
Are You Lonesome Tonight
Like daughter, like mother, life tends to parallel through the years.

Dylan Allen
Leap
She wants to take a leap of faith for love, but will he catch her when she falls?

J.A. LaFrance
From Sweet to Tart
With her self-confidence at an all-time low, will a trip to the club help her build it back up, or will she be left more confused than before?

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The Other Marlowe Girl
Help comes in many forms--even a gorgeous stranger.

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Friday, April 6, 2018

Release Day Blitz: Love You So Hard by Tara Lain

Woohooo!! Love You So Hard is now available!!
Blurb:
A Love You So Story
Craig Elson’s life has hit rock bottom. Even though he’s one of the best strategic planners around, a more confident guy takes credit for his work, and despite being a good-looking man, he suffers insults from the slimiest creep at the bar. Taking care of his beloved mom, who has Alzheimer’s, uses all his funds, leaving him in a plain, depressing car… and a plain, depressing life.
Until he sees gorgeous grad student Jesse Randall and his T-shirt that reads “I Would Bottom You So Hard.” The message seeps into Craig’s soul, and he asks Jesse to teach him to top.
Jesse’s had his eye on the quiet hottie who comes into the coffee shop, and he’s more than eager to perfect his tutoring. He sets out to get Craig a new job, a new apartment, and a new life so far outside plain and depressing that it’s unrecognizable.The problem is, Craig loves his lessons—and his teacher—too much to want to graduate. How can Craig reach the top without losing his sassy bottom?
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Excerpt
 Five more minutes.
Craig took a sip of his latte and forced himself to lean against the coffee shop wall and stare at his phone screen. If the guy didn’t come in five minutes, he had to leave and get to work.
This was a huge day. That promotion would make the difference in—well, everything. But the guy was his good-luck charm. He really didn’t want to miss him. Maybe the kid would wear that shirt stretched across his lean chest. Craig swallowed hard and sipped the coffee.
Craig looked up as the door opened, then sighed softly when he saw a woman with two kids. The little boy and girl were pulling on her arms and yelling at each other. She got in line and let the two kids go. The boy grabbed for his sister, missed, flew across the store, and smashed into Craig’s legs. Craig grabbed his latte, dropped his phone, coffee splashed, and he jumped back to keep it off his suit. The woman behind him hollered and pushed him as his foot sank down on her toe.
Turning, he came face-to-face with her frown. He mirrored it. “I’m so sorry!”
A scream ricocheted off the walls, Craig looked back to see the kid in a heap on the floor, yelling his lungs out as people stared at Craig like he was a child molester.
The mother rushed over, grabbed the kid up in her arms, and carried him back to the line. No apology, no recognition of Craig’s existence. Jesus, what the hell was he? Invisible? He knew the answer to that one. His father had certainly told him often enough. With a sigh he reached down for his phone. Somehow it wasn’t broken.
He glanced at the door and then at his watch. Damn. Two more minutes.
People in the line chatted as they waited for Ida and Will to serve them. Craig didn’t actually know Ida and Will, but he’d heard him—the kid in the T-shirt—say their names a couple of times.
Thirty seconds. Come on—
The door pushed open. Oh yes, thank you, God. Every time, it was like some commercial on television for perfume or something. Time slowed down. The guy’s long, black-denim-clad leg stretched through the door, the fabric tightening across his thigh muscles. Another step and the jeans cupped his package like a jeweler showing off a diamond. The guy wasn’t real tall. Maybe five foot ten—inches shorter than Craig—but he added up to Craig’s idea of perfection.
That face. Half god, half elf. On the one hand, he had high cheekbones and a nicely shaped jaw. Real architectural. But that was in total contrast to the bright, crinkly eyes, the turned-up nose, and dishwater-blond hair that looked like it had been hacked into submission with a lawnmower—a very sexy lawnmower.
Craig sighed. Above the jeans, the guy wore a windbreaker with the hem of a white polo shirt sticking out. No black T-shirt. No shirt of Craig’s dreams. The shirt that ran through his mind as he sat at his desk working out strategic plans.
The one that said I Would Bottom You So Hard.
The kid had only worn it once that Craig had seen. That was all it took. Sure, he would have noticed this guy no matter what. He was that delicious. But he was also maybe twenty-one or twenty-two, which was at least four or five years too young for Craig. But the shirt. He saw it and the promise seeped right into his heart. His soul.
I would bottom you so hard. Damn, no one ever let Craig top. In thirty-two years of life, he’d never once topped. Even though he was tall, there was just something about him that screamed Shove my feet over my head and fuck me. Hell, he wasn’t complaining exactly. At least he got fucked—sometimes. But nobody thought of him as a top. Anywhere. He wasn’t even sure he bottomed hard.
The kid danced in the line. He didn’t have earbuds in, so he must be dancing to the music in his head. Craig glanced at his watch. He should go, but it was hard to leave that flexing ass. What would it be like to push his cock into that cute crack outlined between the denim pockets?
Whoa! He adjusted his suit coat over his bulge.
The kid’s pretty voice sang out—a little high but still real masculine. “Hey, Ida, babes. Do you have three caramel macchiatos for me, puh-leez?”
The older woman, heavyset, wearing an apron over her jeans and shirt, laughed. “For you, sweetheart, anything.”
Man, that was the truth. This was one of those genetically gifted charmers.
The man he’d heard called Will, who seemed like the owner of the coffee shop, leaned over the other end of the counter and waved. And then he said it. First time Craig had heard it. “Hi, Jesse. How you doin’, kid?”
Jesse. Jesse. Jesse. Perfect name. 




He opened the door and peeked out. Still there. Across the room, Jesse sat with his feet up on the table, looking completely at home. That was his secret. The guy appeared at home in the world. Craig? Not so much.
Squaring his shoulders, he walked back to his comfy seat and perched on the edge. “I’m glad you stayed.”
Jesse grinned. “Me too. I don’t have another class today, and my first student doesn’t come until four thirty.”
“Oh good.” Craig stared at the words on the guy’s chest. I Would Bottom You So Hard. He took a deep breath. “Would you tutor me?”
One thousand points. Jesse didn’t laugh. “What kind of tutoring do you need?”
He swallowed—doing that a lot—and stared at his hands. “I want to learn how to top.” One million points. He still didn’t laugh. Craig looked up at that calm pixie face. “I mean, don’t misunderstand. You wouldn’t have to, uh, have sex with me.” He glanced around, but no one was nearby.
Jesse grinned. “How exactly would I teach you to top without having sex with you?”
Excellent question. “I thought maybe you could just tell me, you know. Describe.”
One deep dimple flashed. “You have had sex before?”
Craig nodded. “Oh yes, but I always bottom.”
“But you know what the guy on top does, right?”
Well, damn, this wasn’t going well. “Yes, but I thought since you really like to bottom—your shirt and all—you could tell me what you like in a top. My experience isn’t all that, uh—all that.” His ears burned. Maybe running away and never coming back to the coffee shop would be good.
“But you wouldn’t want me to show you?”
Craig looked up. “Oh no, you wouldn’t have to do that.”
“Have to? What if I wanted to have sex with you?” He grinned. “As a way of demonstrating?”
Craig could feel his eyes widen, but he couldn’t control them. “That—” He cleared his throat. “—would be fine.” He stared at Jesse’s blue eyes. “It’s just, I’m so much older and not your type, and I thought you wouldn’t want to.”
Jesse cocked his head. “How do you know my type?”
Talk about flustered. “I don’t. I just figured it wouldn’t be me.”
Jesse leaned forward. “Craig, may I ask why you want to top?” His face looked open and compassionate.
Hell, might as well tell the truth. “I think it’s kind of a metaphor for the rest of my life.”


About the Author



Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in contemporary,  paranormal, and suspense gay romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 45. Her best-selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Paranormal Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, Book of the Year, Gay Romance of the Year, and she has been honored as Best Author of the Year. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.  Tara, her soul-mate husband, and her soul-mate dog are recent transplants to Ashland, Oregon from the southern California coast where she has set many 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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