Michael's Passion
A Series of Angels Book 1
by Joel Crofoot
Paranormal Romance
"If you like paranormal romances this is a must read!" -Author K. Munson When the archangel Michael is forced to rely on his estranged brother Gabriel for help after a demon attack goes wrong, Gabriel places him before the throne of God for healing and it doesn't go quite as planned. Soon they find themselves cast out of heaven and at each other's throats when Michael meets a demon that he can't bring himself to kill. Jahi is a demonic seductress who uses sex to steal people's souls. It’s not exactly her dream job, but it keeps her boss at bay until a chance meeting with Michael changes her fate forever. Winner of a Best of 2017, Reviewer's Choice Award, from the Paranormal Romance Guild! Winner of a Best Romance award from the Wild Dreams Publishing 1st annual Indie Awards 2018. Fans of J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood Series and Kresley Cole's Immortals After Dark series will love this!
“A little more,” he said. She lifted a little further. “I’m going to unhook this, just so I can reach the cut.” She nodded, feeling him reach for her lacy bra, then it released. The water on the wash cloth was warm and he pushed it soothingly against the cut on her back, removing both the dried black blood from the chase and the recent wet blood. She felt a little guilty knowing that her black blood was going to ruin his wash cloth. He was standing very close to her and looking at her skin. His left hand was on her shoulder, while his right caressed her with the cloth. The tender touch and care that he was placing into his task were not wasted on her. There was an angel washing her clean.
“What’s your skill?” Butator asked Jahi. She felt her face grow red and she ducked down toward her plate. Michael tightened both of his fists and she heard him kick Butator under the table. “Ow! What was that for?” Time to face the music. She put her hand on Michael’s fist to get his attention and save Butator any more pain. “It's okay Michael. He doesn’t know.” She released his hand before he could trap it with his other one in another attempt for intimacy. "Seduction," she said without raising her gaze from the table, though she managed to keep her voice steady and strong. “I’m a whore.” Jahi could feel the tension in the room. Thousands of years of prostitution had hardened her, prepared her for the questions. But the funny part was that she’d never been ashamed until today. They’ll be judging me now, or worse, pitying me. She knew they would be piecing together the implications. How many men had she slept with? Had she ever tried to seduce me? Was she just being seductive when she did whatever kind act? What had she wanted from me? And then there was that ever burning question that every man always had in the back of his mind… how much? Jahi’s embarrassment grew as she considered what angels must think of a demon whore. Everything good she’d ever done would be suddenly negated by the revelation of her power. “Was.” Michael’s voice boomed through the dining room. “Today she’s a flight instructor,” he stuck out his chest and raised his chin as if daring anyone to challenge him. Jahi’s jaw slackened at his defense of her, and his compliment under the pier came back. When was the last time anyone thought of her as anything but a whore? She lifted her face to catch his eyes. He looked so sincere, he might actually believe what he was saying. She felt her lips tremble as soon as eye contact was made. Oh not again…She pushed her plate away and dashed toward the stairs to her room.
Joel Crofoot was raised in northern New York state on a large family sheep farm, then left home to join the United States Marine Corps at 18 years-old. After spending four years in Japan as a radio operator, Joel re-enlisted into the bomb squad (explosive ordnance disposal) and was stationed out of California. Two tours to Iraq later, Joel decided to leave the Marine Corps to pursue higher education and recently graduated with a doctorate in psychology in the summer of 2017.
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Title: Innocent
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: Psychological Thriller
Editor: Tia Silverthorne Bach with INDIE Books Gone Wild
Publication Date: March 26th, 2019
Blurb:
I'm as innocent as a newborn baby. I swear. I didn't kill those men
They threw me in a mental hospital to cover up the real killer's crimes. I have no idea why, but I have theories.
Let me tell you my story so you can decide if I'm guilty or innocent.
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While her browser search history has probably landed her on a list somewhere, she still dives into every plot with gusto, hoping "the man" will realize she's a writer and not a psychopath about to go on a rampage. Her favorite pastimes are reading, watching Investigation Discovery, and helping other authors realize their true potential through mentoring. She's penned the award-winning Pen Pals and Serial Killers series and the best-selling educational book for children, Writing Prompts for Kids, which has rocketed the kids that use it into several awards of their own.
Most of Jo's books feature the places she's lived: Louisiana, Tennessee, and Georgia. That's given her a special amount of insight to what makes those locations tick. Her works are immersive and twisty, and she wouldn't want it any other way.
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Mimic
Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: The blow shouldn’t have stunned me. I’d grown up in a tavern, defending myself, and had spent plenty of time training with Kane and Tem. I knew how to take a hit. This was more than a hit. Kristoffe’s swing was fast and brutal, with a force behind it that rivaled my own—enough to knock me off my feet and send me flying down the hall. Sensations took over. There was the feel of backward motion. Loss of control as my body hit the floor. More motion from sliding, and the hot sting of my flesh scraping tile. Ceiling lights blurred into white lines. Pain throbbed in my cheek. But it was the tightness in my throat that hurt most. The tiger clawed like mad as we slid. Her screams pierced the fog in my brain, parting it, carving out a path. If I didn’t stop her, she would use it to climb up and take control. Let me in! I managed to shake my head. You need me! “No,” I whimpered, bumping into the limp body of an elevator guard. One of his arms stopped me, and I sat up quickly, recoiling. He was spread-eagled, face down among his comrades, his fingers wrapped around a retinal scanner. I cringed. Was he dead? Had the tiger killed them all? Then my eyes fell on the laser resting at his hip. Take it. I couldn’t. I’d never fired one before. He’ll kill us! Not sure who she meant, I jerked my head around. The man with the sabre was still gone. But Kristoffe and his patrol were marching in my direction, dragging Toby with them. He struggled violently until one of them drove a fist into his stomach. A savage tug tore through my belly. Gasping, I leaned over, fumbling for the guard’s laser. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Kristoffe signaled for his men to stop, but continued walking toward me. He didn’t waver, not even when I grasped the laser in both hands and aimed it at him. “That’s far enough,” I said. He kept coming. “I’ll shoot.” My finger instinctively hugged the trigger. “I mean it.” Spreading his arms, Kristoffe made a target out of his broad chest. His smile was icy. “Go ahead, then. Shoot.” Was he bluffing? I couldn’t tell. He might have a defensive shield. On the other hand, he might go down with one shot. There was no way to know. But somehow, he’d survived the tiger. This laser was my only hope. Do it, the tiger spat. My pulse spiked. “I will shoot.” He kept coming. Shoot him! “Stop,” I cried, my hands shaking. But he didn’t stop, and the closer he came, the harder I choked on the tiger’s fury. Her strength was more than I could handle. He was only a few feet away when her hissing cry forced me to pull the trigger. A matching cry left my lips. The laser clicked, shuddered-- —and died. --
GIVEAWAY! Bastien’s Bite
-- EXCERPT: The entire alley started to slowly blur, like a fog was rolling in. I couldn’t hear them, but the creatures maws widened and I knew they were making that horrible screech I’d only heard once. Suddenly they were gone and I exhaled in relief. A minute later, all thee fighters were walking into the room, looking no worse for wear. Aside from Shane’s torn charcoal shirt, none of them had a mark on them. I wanted to go to Bastien first, which was crazy. I hardly knew the male. My best friend opened his arms and I ran into them. A low growl vibrated through the room, followed by a quiet oomph. When I looked over to Bastien, he was rubbing his ribs and the female was looking mildly annoyed. I ignored the urge to throw myself at the sexy male vampire. I studied Shane’s face. “You’re okay?” “I’m great.” “You shouldn’t have gone out there. I told you they were dangerous.” “This isn’t my first rodeo, doll face.” “But—” “She’s right,” Bastien cut in, glaring at Shane. I stepped out of my friend’s embrace. “Thank you for helping him, Bastien. And you, too, uh, sorry, I don’t know your name.” “Sasha.” “I’m Alina.” “I know.” “Oh.” I didn’t know what else to say. Her tone was clipped and I got the feeling that was just how she was, blunt and to the point. I was starting to sweat again and I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t feel so well.” I stepped closer to the couch and suddenly Bastien was there, pulling me to him while barking at the other two to leave the room. Because I’d shut my eyes, I didn’t see them go. I was too busy concentrating on my uncooperative body to worry about it anyway. My hand found the skin of his forearm and my mind settled. Bastien was fast becoming my lifeline. “I didn’t take enough of your blood.” “What?” I mumbled, my face in his chest. “You’re overloaded with excess energies and your bone marrow is producing more blood than your body can handle.” “Is that why biting me helped?” “Yes, only I didn’t take enough. I should have taken more but I didn’t want to without your permission.” “You bit me without permission, stopping my seizure, so I doubt I’d have said no to you taking more.” He laughed darkly. “Oh, little dove, do you not know what happens when a vampire feeds for longer than a minute or two?” I’d heard it could be highly pleasurable, but I’d never spoken in detail to anyone who’d been bitten. Shane was my only real friend and all he’d I shook my head. “Would you like to find out?” his asked, his voice dropping an octave. My core heated to a boiling temperature and my chest heaved for air. Gods help me, but I did. I did want to find out. I could rationalize it was because I wanted his help to stave off my seizure. That was part of it. The rational side of me was flashing the green light for this very reason. The other part? Well, that was the part that hadn’t had sex in two years. I wanted to feel his unspoken dark promise. Like a moth to the flame, I was inexplicably drawn to him. When I’d come to on the couch, I’d been aroused. I was turned on before I’d seen his stunningly sharp features, his bright green eyes and his midnight hair. His gentle touch and care for me confirmed he would not harm me. When I’d touched his face, my mind was calm and I felt like I could look at him forever. Before he touched me again—because I was going to let him if he still wanted to—I needed to warn him of my curse. “You should know that when my skin comes into contact with someone else’s I get, ah, visions. Like pictures of their future.” Bastien didn’t seem at all surprised by my confession and some of my anxiety over telling him eased off. “Did you pick up anything when I drank from you?” “No.” His emerald irises blazed and I licked my lips. “Then I’m thinking I’m immune to it. So I’ll ask again, do you want to find out what it’s like to be bitten? This time while you’re fully aware?” “Yes,” I whispered, wanting him with a fierceness I wasn’t going to question right now. A clicking purr of pure male satisfaction emitted from his chest. He fisted my ponytail and angled my face. I was surprised when his mouth pressed to mine instead of to my neck. His lips were salty sweet and I hummed with approval over their flavor. His tongue demanded entrance, which I avidly gave. I was so enamored, he could do anything right now and I wouldn’t stop him. Suddenly I was off the floor, lifted into his arms and moving. I felt us lower to the couch, never breaking the kiss. I was straddling his lap, my dress practically up to my waist. I wiggled, settling my core over his hardened length. I shamelessly rocked my hips and we both moaned. I was on fire. I needed more so I rocked again. He tore his lips from mine and I whined. Bastien’s chuckle did things to me and I wanted to please him even more. He trailed scorching kisses across my jawline and down my throat. He licked and sucked at the skin on my neck. My hips gyrated in the same rhythm as his mouth. “Oh, gods,” I panted. “Bastien will do, Dove.” “Bastien.” “I love my name on your tongue. Be a good girl and say it when you come for me.”
GIVEAWAY! Sniper
Title: Seeing Angels
Author: Harmony Lawson
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy
Publication Date: April 15th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Blurb:
Camille Harper sees angels all around. They watch her. She is not sure why she was born with this ability but believes the knowledge will present itself in due time.
When she witnesses a confrontation between a beautiful angel and a dark winged creature, the strange event signals the end of her world.
Then she meets Jason and they enter an exciting but forbidden relationship. Her strange ability complicates things and puts her loved ones in danger. Camille wants a normal life, but changes lead to some apocalyptic event. Can Camille continue Seeing Angels without her life going to Hell?
Harmony Lawson and her family live in Northern California in the beautiful foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. She is a self-published author and self-taught in drawing, painting, and writing. She is fascinated by angels, Nephilim, and fallen angels. She incorporates her research into her fictional stories.
While she has endured many hardships in life, she believes she learns something new from her experiences. Life has its ups and downs, trials and tribulations, and Heaven and Hell. She believes the bad times are a test to prove a person's worth. Her books reflect on that concept. Writing also helps her heal from past traumas. In the meantime, she cares for her family, loves her pugs, and remains silly through all that life throws at her. Her goal is to be an introverted hobbit.
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