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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

An Exciting New Adventure and updates!!!



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Friday, February 24, 2017

Cover Reveal Blitz: Bear With Me by Jennifer Blackstream




Bear With Me
(The Blood Realm Series, #4)
by Jennifer Blackstream

Blurb:

Betrayal. Redemption. True love.

A beautiful bard looking for her voice

After witnessing her mother’s murder left her blind, Leta had to put away her sword and her dreams of becoming a bard. Now she is resigned to a calm life where the best she can hope for is a good marriage that will take the burden of her care from her father’s shoulders. When her father claims the gods have sent a man to be not just her husband, but perhaps her savior, Leta has to take a leap of faith…and hope she falls in love.

A handsome prince trapped in the body of a bear

Torben is a bear shifter struggling to pass a test laid on him by his power-hungry stepmother. Bound into his beast form during the day, able to be human only at night when the darkness hides him, he must find a wife. She can know him only as a bear and a bodiless voice in the night. For one year, she must let him keep his secrets, trust him as a wife should trust her husband. But what woman will climb into bed with a bear and trust it is a man waiting for her?
Even a blind woman can see when something is worth fighting for…



Release Date:

April 4, 2017

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Excerpts


It was on the tip of Leta’s tongue to argue, to tell her father what he could do with his suitor who thought he could fix the poor little blind girl. But she bit it back. This was what they’d hoped for, what they’d thought would be impossible. This was no time for her battered pride to make a stand.

“I’ll meet with him.” She took a deep breath and straightened her spine. “Perhaps you could invite him to dinner this week?”

Her father cleared his throat. “He’s here. Now.”

She slumped, hands going limp in her lap. “What? What do you mean he’s here now?”

“He’s here…for you.”

“He’s…” Her voice was a pathetic squeak, and now it was her turn to clear her throat. “Father…are you telling me you’ve already given him my hand?”

“I signed the marriage contract five minutes ago.”

His voice was a whisper, so quiet she might not have heard it two months ago, before she’d lost her vision, when her other senses had not been quite so keen. She swayed and put a hand on the floor to steady herself. She’d agreed to an arranged marriage, had given him her blessing to find her a suitor. But…

“I don’t understand. Why so quickly?”

“Leta, it’s been two months. I’d hoped you would come through this on your own. I prayed you would come through this on your own. But you haven’t. I don’t know how to help you. I…” His voice broke and he groped for her hands, took them in his trembling fingers. “Leta, you need someone who will make you feel safe, who might be able to bring you through—”

“And what if there is no through this? What if this is who I am now, what I am now?” Her muscles tingled with the urge to stand, to stalk away from him, storm off in a healthy fit of justified indignation. “You couldn’t let me have any dignity? Couldn’t let me go into this arranged marriage like any other woman? You had to send me off to be fixed, as though I were a table with a wobbly leg?”

Experience kept her kneeling on the floor. If she tried to fly off in a rage, she would succeed only in humiliating herself. High emotions flustered her, made it harder to remember where all the furniture was, how far the wall was. A broken nose or bruised shins wouldn’t help anyone, and it certainly wouldn’t do her wounded pride any good. And so she sat there, a prisoner. Locked in a dark world.

“Well then,” she said, her voice tight, “I suppose I’d better go meet the man who will be my nursemaid from now on.”

“Leta—”

“Are you going to escort me out, or would you like me to feel my way there, give him a good idea of what he’s getting himself into?”

“Leta, please—”

“Very well.” She was being childish now, but she didn’t care. She surged to her feet and stuck her arms out in front of her, swinging them side to side as she took small steps toward where she thought the doorway was. Her nerves screamed with heightened awareness, bracing to be struck by something, as if the room were suddenly full of stalactites. Ignoring her father’s protests, she shuffled forward, feeling in front of her with the toes of each foot and the tips of her fingers.

Her father tried to take her arm when she reached the door, but she shrugged him off. Composing herself as best she could, she groped along the wall of the hallway, inching closer and closer to the main room of the house. She was grateful there were no stairs, and she was able to make it to the sitting room attached to the foyer without falling or striking anything.

It was hard to describe how she knew someone was in the room, even though she couldn’t see. Something about the hairs on the back of her neck, a tingle down her spine that screamed at her she was being watched. She always knew when someone else was in the room with her, but this time there was something more. A thrill that brushed her fight-or-flight reflex, filled her with a strange, warbling anxiety. Someone was watching her. Someone…big.

Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t possibly feel size, her mind chastised her. Still, her senses stubbornly refused to admit any doubt. Whoever was watching her had a weight to his presence, and she could feel it. She blinked and moved her eyes around, trying to see something, anything, a slice of shadow or light that would give her a clue. But the darkness remained as thick as it always was, silent and impenetrable.

A strange scent wafted past her nose. Musk and the crisp scent of the wind off the mountains to the north. The faintest hint of sea air. The floor creaked as someone shifted their weight. Her heart skipped a beat and her instincts crowed in vindication. There was definite weight to that sound.

If that was her husband, he was not a small man.

“Are you really going to let the blind woman stand here wondering if she’s alone in the room?”

“You seem very aware that you are not alone.”

The voice was masculine, and so deep that it vibrated things low in her body, quickened the pulse in her neck. She angled her ear toward that voice, forming a mental picture of the room and her visitor’s location based on where his voice had come from. It was lower than she’d expected, as though he were sitting down.

“Leta, this is Torben Biorna. Torben, this is my daughter Leta.

“I understand I’m your wife now.”

She threw the words down like a gauntlet, using her tone to make it clear what she thought of such things being settled without her presence, let alone input. The floor creaked again, and somewhere underneath that was a different sound that she wasn’t familiar with. Something hard sliding against the wood. It was brief, too brief for her to consider it closely. She frowned and tilted her head a little more, waiting to hear if it would happen again.

“Yes, you are my wife.”

Again his voice did strange and wonderful things to her body, teasing sensations from her with that hint of promise, that faint brush of heat. Warmth washed over her cheeks, and she was horrified to realize she was blushing.

If he noticed her embarrassing reaction, he kept it from his voice. “Things progressed quickly, and I don’t blame you for being displeased at your lack of participation. It is not how I would have liked to begin our relationship, but I hope you’ll give me a chance to make it up to you.”

She groped for her temper, needing it to bolster her defenses against that voice. “My father says you think you can fix me.”

“Leta,” her father warned.

“No, it’s all right. I would be offended too, were I in her place.”

Another creak of the floorboards, followed by that same sound. Leta leaned forward, and it stopped immediately.

“You do not need to be fixed, Leta. You are not broken.”

Her father had spoken those same words to her, more times than she could count. But they were different coming from this man. He spoke with a definite authority, an unwavering confidence that said he knew he was right. It touched something inside her, something frightened. A tiny knot of tension she hadn’t been aware of relaxed.

“Torben was a solider.” Her father’s voice was gentle now, encouraging. “He’s known a lot of men who had very strong reactions after witnessing horrible things. He’s helped them.”

“Your father told me what happened to your mother,” Torben said quietly. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Echoes of her mother’s screams filled Leta’s ears. Her chest rose and fell more rapidly, her breaths sharper, painful. Ice water trickled through her veins, chasing away the warm feeling Torben had summoned with his words, his voice. The knot of tension returned, trailing a string of others until she stood hunched in on herself, falling into an all-too-familiar nightmare.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Her voice was weak, strangled by the memory peeking out at her like a monster from the mouth of a cave. She held her hands out, feeling around herself for orientation.

“Leta, here, come sit down.”

Her father took her arm, and she wilted with relief and let him lead her to a chair. Sitting calmed her, took away the awful feeling of disorientation that struck her when her emotions overwhelmed her spatial sense. She fought her way out of the panic, tried to reorient herself, remember where her husband was.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He spoke as if he’d sensed her discomfort, her need to know where he was. “Know only that I am here to listen if you change your mind.”

She bobbed her head, grateful for his willingness to let it go. “You’re going to stay with us for a while, then?”

Awkward silence billowed into the room like dense fog.


“Leta…he’s your husband.” Her father shifted on his chair, his discomfort announced by every squeak of the wood. “You’re leaving with him.”


Leta went still, her request for Torben to describe the room to her dying on her tongue. Her body remained blessedly calm, soaked in a well of magic tea, but her thoughts benefited from no such aid. They screamed inside her head like a chaotic whirlwind, dragging up memories of awkward conversations with her mother and aunt over the duties she would have as a wife someday.

She was still trying to decide how she felt, a surprisingly challenging task without her body’s reaction to guide her, when Torben spoke.

“It’s been a trying day and we’ve traveled a good distance. You must be tired. Get some sleep and I will see you in the morning.”

His hand tugged on her, pulling away, and without meaning to, Leta tightened her grip. “You’re leaving?”

There was a humiliating tone in her voice, a twisted combination of shock and wounded pride. She let go of Torben’s hand, jerking away and then going completely still, unwilling to add to her embarrassment by falling over a piece of furniture. The tea in her system soured, taxed by strong emotion. The magic held. Barely.

“I have some things to do before I sleep, and I don’t want to keep you up,” he said finally. “I don’t mean to upset you. Do you want me to stay?”

Disappointment swelled inside her, and Leta didn’t bother to fight it. The fact that he could so easily leave her on their wedding night, that he so obviously had no desire to stay with her… It was just one more blow to her pride.

“Is this to be the nature of our marriage, then?” she asked quietly. “Are we married in name only?”

“What?”

He sounded surprised, completely taken aback. It was a small comfort.

“I’ve not been at my best today, and I know that. But this has been an exception to the rule. I don’t have panic attacks so often—everything doesn’t scare me.” She took a deep breath and turned to face him, reaching out, trusting her senses that he hadn’t gone far. Her fingertips found the warm, bare flesh of his stomach, and she pressed her hands against him, feeling the sculpted muscle of his human form. “You don’t scare me.”


He was so still that she thought he might have turned into a statue. Only the heartbeat beneath her palm, solid and beating faster with every pulse, told her he was still very much alive. His chest rose with a deep breath, and then the weight of his hands settled on her waist. His fingers met on either side of her body, and she marveled at the size of his hands. The size of him. His bear form was impressive enough, but somehow his human form was even more so. A fierce protector indeed.

“What do you feel when I touch you?”

His voice was gruff, roughened by what she dared to hope was desire. The question caught her off guard, should have made her blush. “Calm,” she said firmly. She raised her chin, daring him to argue with her.

“You shouldn’t feel calm.”

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

He knelt before her, forcing her to slide her hands up his chest to his shoulders or else pull away. His fingers flexed around her waist. “The magic is strong in your system. It’s a blessing that it keeps your body from responding to fear, but it also keeps you from responding to…other things.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “When I come to bed with you, I don’t want you to feel nothing. I don’t want you calm.

The Blood Realm Series



About The Author


Jennifer Blackstream is a USA Today bestselling author of fantasy/paranormal romance. Urban Fantasy will soon be joining her repertoire, and if she doesn’t get hold of the insidious roving gang of plot bunnies, there’s going to be steampunk sprinkled in there too…

To date, Jennifer has two series:

BLOOD PRINCE SERIES (COMPLETE):
Book 1 – Before Midnight
Book 2 – One Bite
Book 3 – Golden Stair
Book 4 – Divine Scales
Book 5 – Beautiful Salvation

Bonus Adventures in the Blood Prince World:
Book 2.5 – What Big Teeth You Have (free when you sign up for mailing list mentioned below)
Book 4.5 – The Pirate’s Witch
Book 5.5 – Dead to Begin With (available only between Thanksgiving and whenever Jennifer takes her Christmas tree down)

BLOOD REALM SERIES (IN PROGRESS SPIN-OFF OF BLOOD PRINCE SERIES):
Book 1 – All for a Rose
Book 2 – Blue Voodoo
Book 3 – The Archer

For news, new releases, and a free copy of What Big Teeth You Have, sign up for Jennifer’s mailing list.

Jennifer has unfailing affection for the authors who have influenced her, including Laurell K. Hamilton, Jim Butcher, and the sorely missed Sir Terry Pratchett. Her books include humor, romance, and action, with enough darkness to keep things very interesting.

When Jennifer isn’t writing, she can be found re-watching Boondock Saints, Noises Off, or Gross Pointe Blank. With one of those classics in the background, she might also be searching Amazon for something she wants, but doesn’t need (Is there any such thing as a kitchen gadget that isn’t an absolute necessity? And don’t even get me started on office supplies…).

You can find Jennifer at 

      




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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Cover Reveal Blitz: Cowboys Don't Ride Unicorns by Tara Lain


Readers have been eagerly waiting to learn more about COWBOYS DON'T RIDE UNICORNS, the second installment in the COWBOYS DON'T Series!! 



Cowboys Don't Ride Unicorns
(Cowboys Don't Series, #2)
By Tara Lain

Blurb

Cowboy Danny Boone—a name he made up one drunken night and has regretted ever since—harbors a big past and yearns for a small future. A short, bright career as a champion bull rider almost ended in his death when his homophobic father discovered Danny was gay. Now Danny longs for a plot of land he can build a ranch house on and enough money to make up for some of the education he missed. 

Danny also hides a preference for beautiful femmes who like to top—a combo rarer than a unicorn. Then onto the guest ranch where Danny works drives San Francisco decorator Laurie Belmont, a young man so gorgeous he makes horses gasp, and so ballsy he almost kills Danny’s attacker. 

Laurie’s trying to find his way out from under the thumb of a domineering mother, helpless father, and rich, privileged boyfriend. But no matter the attraction, their lives are worlds apart, and cowboys don’t ride unicorns.

Release Date: 
March 3/22/2017


Available for pre-order at 

Also available in paperback


Excerpts



The man walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door. A graceful, manicured hand emerged, and he took it. Out came a long leg in skin-tight black pants tucked into knee-high boots. What followed forced Danny’s jaw to drop an inch. Tall, though shorter than Danny or Rand, and slim as a greyhound, but there the resemblance to a dog ended. Holy fucking crap. The guy—and it was a guy based on the way those pants cupped his package—wore a scarf around his head, wrapped like Grace Kelly or Audrey Hepburn in the old movies. He reached up and whipped it off. His shoulder-length hair beneath shone like—what was that color Apple called its phones? Rose gold. Almost silver. Almost pink. Huge dark glasses covered his eyes, but he turned his head and stopped, facing Danny. One rose-gold eyebrow rose above the upper rim of the glasses.

The other guy—oh right, he was still there—-turned and saw Danny too. He waved a hand. “Hi. You look like the right type for this vacation.” He laughed at his own joke as he walked forward with his hand extended. He grasped Danny’s still catatonic hand and shook it. “I’m Grove Chilcott. This is my companion, Laurie Belmont.”

Danny cocked his head. “Laurie?”

The young man smiled. “Short for Lawrence. Haven’t you ever read Little Women?”

Danny didn’t answer. Couldn’t. That voice. Like someone mixed Marilyn Monroe and Scarlett Johansson with some champagne and stirred. The words slithered down his spine and attacked his balls like an aphrodisiac. His cock started pressing against his zipper. Shit, I’m in so much trouble. He pulled at the brim of his hat. “Sorry, can’t say as I have.”

Chilcott laughed. “Come on, Laurie, don’t test the cowboy on his literature choices before you’ve unpacked.”

Danny stuck the straw back between his lips. “Uh, I’m Danny Boone. Let me show you to your room. I’ll help with your bags.”

Chilcott slapped a hand against his own chest. “You’ve gotta be kidding with that name. Our dude ranch guy is named Daniel Boone?”

“Danny.”

“Still, I expect the Punk’d cameras to leap out at me.” He laughed, but at least it was good-natured. Not a total asshole. “And if you’re talking about carrying Laurie’s bags, you’re gonna need you and an army.”


Laurie had thought they’d get here, he’d hold his breath for eight seconds while Danny risked his life, and they’d go home. No such luck. The competition included two rounds. One in the morning and one in the afternoon—the “short go,” Danny told them. Of course, Danny might not make it that far. Shit, I might not make it either.

The smell of horses, cows, and sweat filled his head like smoke. He’d imagined all that testosterone crowded into one place would be an aphrodisiac, but the arena had an odd feeling. Uncomfortable. Embarrassing to admit, but Laurie’d taken pains to look butch today—as butch as he could—so as not to make Danny uncomfortable, but apparently butch Laurie didn’t measure up in this rarified alpha-male universe. Cowboys walked by and eyed him, some looking shocked and others mean. Only a few appeared admiring or even neutral. Laurie shivered. Hell, he lived in San Francisco and decorated people’s houses. His personal style got him extra points in his world, but not here, baby. Pay attention. That’s how different you and Danny are.

Danny was saying, “Okay, I’ve got to go back and get ready for my first ride.”

Andy smiled, awestruck. “Did you already choose your bull?”

“No, I don’t get to choose. I’m just an also-ran here, so my bulls are picked randomly.”

“Do you know who you got?” Andy looked worried.

“His name’s Humdinger. I saw him. I think he lives up to it.”

Another rider walked by and gave Laurie a surprised look. Better than some. Laurie said, “Hey, Danny, where’s your helmet? A lot of the riders have them.”

“I don’t use one. I need my hat for balance.”

Laurie felt his mouth fall open. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Danny lowered his head and gazed at Laurie under the hat brim, which he reached up and pulled. “Hell, I gotta give that beast a fighting chance.” With a grin, he sauntered off toward the rider’s entrance to the arena.

Rand snorted, Aliki clapped, and Laurie just stared, mesmerized by the flexing muscles in that gold-medal ass.


Cowboys Don't Series







Cowboys Don't Come Out
Bk #1


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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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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Release Day Blitz: Ex-Con: Part 3 by Katana Collins



Your wait is now over! 
The conclusion of EX-CON by Katana Collins 
is now available! 



Ex-Con: Part 3
(The Harrison Street Crew)
by Katana Collins

Blurb:

Worse than bad. Hotter than hot. These are the bad boys of the Harrison Street Crew, and they answer to no one. They take what they want. And what they want is you.

Volume Three of a three-part volume

Shane McGill learned one thing from prison—if you get a second chance, don’t screw it up. Shane doesn't regret a single second of his life once he's found Charlie. She’s the happiest, hottest, most important thing to happen to him. But as tensions rise in the Harrison Street Crew, his relationship with Charlie takes on a new level of heat, and danger…



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Don't forget to pre-order Book 2 in the 
HARRISON STREET CREW SERIES

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About The Author

Katana Collins is lucky enough to love her day job almost as much as she loves writing. She splits her time evenly between photographing boudoir and newborn portraits and writing steamy romances in a variety of genres -- paranormal, contemporary, new adult and suspense.

She lives in Portland, Maine, with an ever-growing brood of rescue animals: a kind of mean cat, a very mellow chihuahua, and a very not mellow lab puppy... oh yeah, there's a husband somewhere in that mix, too. She can usually be found hunched over her laptop in a cafe, guzzling gallons of coffee, and wearing fabulous (albeit sometimes impractical) shoes.


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