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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Release Day Blitz: Nevermore by Dannika Dark



Its here! Its here!! 



Nevermore
(Crossbreed Series, Bk 6)
by Dannika Dark


Blurb:

Raven returns to her childhood home to rebuild her severed relationship with her father. After a long year of capturing violent criminals and thwarting assassination plots, she could use a vacation.

But trouble is brewing on the home front. When Raven discovers her father is in financial peril, she’s determined to set things right even if it means sacrificing her heart in the process. Meanwhile, her relationship with Christian is on shaky ground when a skeleton falls out of his closet. Will they be able to leave the past behind, or is the trust between them dead and buried?

When the bonds of love are put to the test, only the courageous will prevail.



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Keystone
(Crossbreed Series Book 1)


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Ravenheart
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #2)


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Deathtrap
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #3)


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Gaslight
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #4)



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Blackout
(Crossbreed Series, Bk #5)


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About the Author


Dannika Dark is the USA Today Bestselling Author of Urban Fantasy Romance and Paranormal Romance books. Her books have sold more than 2 million copies worldwide, and she is a 2016 Audie Awards finalist. 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 in her cave, she enjoys indie music, reading, Netflix, heaps of chocolate, and unleashing her dark side. 





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Release Day Blitz: Corruption by Jennifer Blackstream


The highly anticipated next installment is now available! 




Corruption
(Blood Trails #4)
by Jennifer Blackstream

Blurb:

An exorcism went horribly, horribly wrong.

Did the ritual fail?

Or was it sabotaged...

Shade is a witch, not an exorcist. But when two priests are killed during an exorcism, the surviving witness begs Shade to find out who-or what-is responsible.

And what good is a private investigator who's afraid of the tough cases?

Danger mounts as Shade plunges into a world of hedonism to wade through the muddy waters of good vs evil. If she's going to survive against the army of enemies piling up, she's going to need help. But who can she trust when the demon who survived the exorcism creates chaos among allies and suspects alike?

After all, with the proper temptation, anyone can be corrupted...





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Excerpts



“Have we determined that the black cat that was following you around last month is a potential… What did you call it? An animal companion?”

“That’s the consensus. Flint thinks I might have caught its attention the same way I caught—”
I stopped.

As if our conversation had summoned it, the hulking black cat in question sat on the other side of the room. The beast was bigger than any mundane cat, even the great cats. On all fours, its head came to my shoulder, and it easily weighed over seven hundred pounds. Though it resembled an enormous panther, the ears were wrong for the breed, too pointed. And there was a shadowy quality to its form, as if it weren’t really there. As though it were a lingering nightmare come to life.

“Maybe I should install a cat door,” Andy murmured. His hand lingered near his gun.

“Don’t shoot it,” I warned.

“I’m not going to shoot it.” He paused, considered that. “Would it do me any good to shoot it?”
“Bullets have iron, and I’m pretty sure it’s fey. If you could hit it, you could hurt it.” A shiver ran down my spine. “But somehow…I don’t think you would.”

Instinct told me the beast would be fast, impossibly fast. Andy was an incredible shot, but he was human, with human limitations. The black cat crept forward, silent as a dark fog. My heart skipped a beat as it approached the sleeping kitten, sniffing the air above Majesty. The kitten cracked open one eye.

“Oh please, don’t scare him,” I begged, trying not to sound as panicked as I felt. “Please, I can’t face another rhinoceros.”

The cat blinked as if it had understood me, then studied the kitten with renewed interest, tilting its massive head to one side.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, a rhinoceros. It’s one of the fun, terrifying things that can happen if you startle that…kitten.”

“You weren’t going to say kitten,” Peasblossom accused. “You were going to say a bad word, weren’t you? Which one?”

My phone rang, and I jumped a foot in the air. Majesty shot to his feet, claws piercing the couch. The black cat’s ears rose.

“Please don’t summon another rhinoceros.” I fumbled for my phone. “Hello?”

“Shade! Shade Renard?”

It was a woman’s voice, thick with an Italian accent. She sounded hoarse, and her last word ended in a way that suggested she was clenching her teeth. Nearby her a door opened, then slammed shut.

I straightened my spine, magic kitten forgotten. “Yes, this is Shade. Who is this? Are you all right?”

“They’re dead, both dead. Murdered. You have to help…” She groaned.

I gripped the phone tighter, staring at Andy. He didn’t take his attention off the cats, or his hand from his gun.

“Who was murdered? What happened? Where are you?”

Andy met my gaze. Tension seized his shoulders, and he put the gun away.

“I’m at St. Michael’s on Lexington Avenue. I need your help, you must come now. Please hurry, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.”

“Hold what?”

“The demon.”

The line went dead. 



“They were my only hope,” Lorelei said, her voice empty. “The only ones who believed they could disentangle me from this wretched…” She pursed her lips. “I will kill whoever did this.”

“That’s why I’m here,” I told her. “But I need more information.”

“No.” Lorelei stood. “I want to see the crime scene, and I want to destroy the killer. I’m not leaving until I do.” She took a sudden step closer, crowding my personal space. “Do you think you can stop me?” Another step. “You’re no holy warrior.”

“No,” I agreed. “I’m no holy warrior. I can’t focus my faith into a weapon, I can’t exorcise you from that body.”

Lorelei barked out a laugh at that. “Even a paladin could not exorcise me. I am this body now.” There was something in her voice when she said the last sentence, a bitterness that said she regretted her choice, however she might brag about it.

“You’re not alone, though. And I’d like to talk to the other occupant.”

The demon’s eyes glittered with specks of cherry red. “Show me the crime scene.”
I sighed. I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to this. “Do you know many children?”
Lorelei blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Children. Do you know many children? Have you seen them on the playground?”

“Having children is the one thing my dear host was wretchedly successful at preventing,” Lorelei muttered. “And I do not find hanging around playgrounds a worthy way to spend my time.”

“Good.”

I tucked my foot behind Lorelei’s and shoved her in the chest—hard. Surprise widened her eyes a second before she pitched backward. Andy shouted, and Father Salvatore ceased his steady prayer. Time slowed, and I watched Lorelei’s skull slam into the stone bench with a stomach-turning crunch. Her body went limp as she slumped to the grass, leaving behind a shining red patch of blood on the seat, with more crimson flowing to stain the grass around her.

Her eyes closed and she lay still.



The Blood Trails Series


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About The Author

USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Blackstream is...odd. Putting aside the fact that she writes her own author bio in third person, she also sleeps with a stuffed My Little Pony that her grandmother bought her as a joke for her 23rd birthday, and she enjoys listening to Fraggle Rock soundtracks whether or not her children are in the car.

Jennifer doesn't have spare time, but she makes it a point to spend at least one night a week with her sibling binge-watching whatever show they're currently plowing through (currently Numbers on Netflix), and she ferociously guards quality time with her son and daughter. She cooks when she has the sanity for it--adding garlic to the recipe whether it calls for it or not--and tries very hard not to let her arachnophobia keep her out of her basement on laundry day.

Jennifer's influences include Terry Pratchett (for wit), Laurell K. Hamilton (for sexual tension), Jim Butcher (for roguish flair), and Kim Harrison (for mythos). She is currently writing the series of her heart and her dreams, the series that has been percolating in her brain for the last decade...Blood Trails. An Urban Fantasy Mystery series that will combine the classic whodunit spirit with a contemporary fantasy setting. Expect mystery, magic, and mayhem, with characters that will make you laugh, cry, and probably stare at the screen with your jaw hanging down to the floor. Well, that's how they affect Jennifer anyway...

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Sunday, January 13, 2019

New Year, New Look & New Logo!!



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There are a lot of new things coming in 2019 and we can't wait to share it with you! 


Wednesday, January 9, 2019

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Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Cover Reveal: Hidden Powers By Tara Lain


HIDDEN POWERS 
(Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)
By Tara Lain 


Blurb
Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.
Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.

Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.


Release Date
March 12, 2019


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Excerpt
 
Lysandra’s nephew escorted her to a seat at the governor’s table, then sat beside her. After he pushed her chair back in, he suddenly raised his head like a deer scenting the air and glanced around the crowd. It was kind of like when Jazz smelled danger or someone he knew, but this guy was no werewolf. He might look supernatural, but to Jazz’s nose, he came across as human.
Carla gave Jazz a rough elbow to the ribs. “Close your mouth, or better yet, stuff it with some of that outrageous pile of protein. His name’s Dashiell”—she said it like Dasheel—“as in dash-ing, but she calls him Dash. You’ll get to meet him.”
“I will? Why?” Weirdly, his heart slammed against his ribs.
“Because they’re sitting at our table, and so are you. Come on.” She grabbed his arm.
He pulled it back. Okay, too much. “Uh, I’m not so sure.”
“Why? You’re not shy.”
“She’s just my idol, you know. Sometimes idols are best seen from afar. You don’t notice the cracks.”
She smiled wryly. “You sure it’s not fear of getting a mighty erection in public over Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss?”
He lightly punched her shoulder. Of course, she was close to the truth.
“Dad says Lysandra Mason’s a love.” She hauled on his arm again.
“My food—”
“Bring it.”
He left it on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.
She laughed.
He let himself be dragged over to where the governor and his wife were sitting with some members of his staff that Jazz mostly recognized from photos. And sure enough, the great lady herself was there, sitting beside—what had Carla called him?—Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss. The closer Jazz got, the prettier he looked. Her too. Strange. Usually humans looked more—human up close. You saw the freckles and blemishes. It made them real and charming. These two just stayed beautiful. Flawless skin, glowing hair, and luminous eyes. Lysandra’s nephew turned to look at Jazz, and Jazz saw that his eyes were some shining shade of pale green. Lysandra’s hair was brown mixed with blond, or vice versa, while the guy’s hair was actually very dark brown with deep shades of red, like fire. Jazz wanted to be invisible so he could sit down and stare at the two of them until his eyes bled.
His hands started to tingle and a quiver vibrated up his spine. Totally cray.
Carla grabbed his arm. “Hey. You okay? You got kind of pale.”
He forced a smile. “Just too much hero worship.”
She marched up to the table like the daughter of a governor—one who knew no fear—and stuck out her hand to Lysandra Mason. “Hi. I’m Carla Mendes, and I’m thrilled to meet you.”
“Delighted, Carla.” The smile Lysandra gave her was warm and genuine.
Carla reached back to Jazz. “This is my best friend, Jazz Vanessen. He’s one of your biggest fans.”
Lysandra turned her gaze to Jazz. Whoa. Where her eyes had appeared hazel at a distance, he now saw that they were gold—a pale yellow-gold like some kind of bizarre cat—but beautiful. Those eyes widened a little, probably at his adoring expression. “Hello, Jazz. How lovely to meet you.”
They weren’t words. They were music that filled his head like sweet smoke. He took her offered hand, almost scared he’d get a shock. Instead, her touch might have been more of a mist that slipped into his veins and made his blood dance like champagne.
Her eyes never left his as she shook his hand, then held it a few seconds longer. She finally blinked. “Carla and Jazz, may I present my nephew, Dashiell Mercury. We call him Dash.”
Jazz was scared to look. He might turn to stone. But when he shifted his glance, Dash was staring at him, his gaze focused.
Carla made a slight snorting sound. “Dash Mercury? Planning on giving FedEx some competition?”
Mrs. Mendes said, “Carla, enough of your smart mouth.”
Dash Mercury dragged his eyes from Jazz to look at Carla. And then he did it. He smiled. The seemingly immoveable, perfect face broke out into dimples and smile lines and crinkles.
Jazz’s mouth dropped open again, and he couldn’t get it closed.
“But I only bring the very best stuff to your door.” Dash laughed. If Jazz had expected a silky, even oily, voice, he was surprised to find Dash sounded pretty much like a regular guy. Friendly, casual, teenage. But Jazz’s wolf senses said that this dude was… something else. Human, yes, but unknown. Unexplored. Maybe dangerous.
 
Mark your calendars!! March 12, 2019
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