Scorpion Blood
-- EXCERPT: Startling sapphire blue eyes pierced through me, seeming to glow in the darkness, and made only brighter by her pale skin and long obsidian hair. She had plumped lips stained dark, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from continuing their admiration. What I considered perfect breasts, were tightly wrapped in a leather crop top that allowed me to gaze at her tiny waist, and flat stomach. Her skin soon took on curves made from my dreams, widening into perfectly round hips clad in tight leather pants. Yep. I was done for. Blood rushed through my body in response—to all the right places, but at the worst possible moment. When my gaze returned to hers, I found her eyes taking every inch of me too, but she wasn’t just memorizing my eight pack, biceps and pecs, she stared at me dumbfounded. Like she knew me. “What the hell are you doing here?!” she suddenly barked, but forced herself to swallow, like the sight of me in nothing but jeans and boots flustered her. “What?” I asked, confused and hypnotized by her all at once. “Renna, excuse me. A little help over here!” a girl shouted from the other end of the room. What looked like energy spheres burst from her hands toward the Spider Queen, that was chasing a young man with glasses as he ran for his life, screaming like a girl. What the fuck? “Are there any bullets left in that thing?” the beauty called Renna asked me. “Yes, I have six shots left.” “Okay, I’m going to wrangle Miss Itsy Bitsy over there, and you shoot her.” “It won’t do anything. Her body swallowed the bullets. I was only able to slow her down by—” “Shut up,” she ordered. “You are wasting time. Just shoot her in the eyes.” Turning, she ran full force toward the creature, her body blurring in front of my eyes from the insane speed she possessed. What the fuck is happ—I was barely able to think the question, before she sent the whip flying through the air again. The iron cord wrapped around the creature’s neck, pulling her back from attacking her guy friend, and slamming her against the ground with force. But Renna didn’t stop there…
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Winter’s Captive
-- EXCERPT: “Someone has to warn them, but there isn’t anyone we can trust.” My nausea began to fade as the plan took shape in my mind. “Then how?” Isla stopped pacing. How, indeed. Logan and Finn could be danger. Oli was in actual danger. What would become of our makeshift family by the time this was all over? Can I truly do this? Fifteen years of training to lead at Oliver’s side told me the answer was no. That I should stay in the castle where I was safe, helping to ease the tensions of our people with my mere presence. That I had no business gallivanting off to do a man’s work. But there was another part of me, smaller, buried — but no less real — saying, If not me, then who? “I know that face.” Hope shone from Isla’s eyes. “I haven’t seen that look in years, but I know that face. Tell me what you’re plotting.” “I’m not sure yet. Maybe nothing. My father would kill me.” Isla’s lips tightened in determination. She got to her knees and took both of my hands in hers, piercing me with an unwavering gaze. “Charlie, I know as well as anyone what’s expected of you. But just this once, I’m going to ask you. What do you think we should do?” I paused before answering, working out the last of the details in my mind until I was certain there was no other option. A hesitant smile crept onto my lips as I returned her look. “I have a plan.” Excerpt three: “Blasted woman. I told her to stay put.” I narrowed my eyes, though he couldn’t see me. “Blasted woman did stay put, and requires a towel at your convenience.” There was a lengthy pause before something came sailing over the screen. I caught it before it hit the water. “Thanks ever so much.” I stood up, wrapping the small cloth around myself and trying not to shiver. My hair was piled on my head and still mostly dry. I opened my mouth to ask for my clothes when a bundle of fabric was delivered in the same manner as the towel. I bit back a sharp response. “These aren’t mine,” I told him, though that should have been obvious. My filthy trousers bore no resemblance to the rustic woolen dress I was holding. “We don’t have time for yer whining, Highness. Just put it on and let’s be on our way.” Anger chased away the little bit of relaxation the bath had lent me. I had only been stating the obvious, but he had been damned and determined for years to think the very worst of me. “There was a time when you were kind, Logan.” Last night’s memories simmered at the forefront of my mind. There was a beat of silence, and I wondered if he had even heard me. Then, his voice came clearly through the screen. “And there was a time when you aspired to more than mediocrity. So, I suppose we’ve both changed.”
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Title: Unseen Voices
Author: Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Covers by Christian
Editor: Katherine Tomlinson, Story Authority
Publisher: Dark Valentine Press
Publication Date: October 16th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Blurb:
Project Demon Hunters is canceledâ¦but apparently no one told the demons.
Knowing how the horrifying events that took place while filming Project Demon Hunters shook his friend Michael Covenant to the core, Will Gordon readily says yes to Michaelâs request to be ready â as a friend and as an Episcopal priest â in case psychic Rosemary McGuire calls for help.
Rosemary doesnât know exactly why the show was canceled...other than a demon murdered the showâs producer, and the network buried every scrap of harrowing footage under a ton of hacker-proof security.
When an independent filmmaker shows up at Rosemaryâs metaphysical bookshop with tantalizing clues that a backup copy of the missing footage exists, she promises Michael sheâll call some crusty old priest âin a pinch,â and begins following a trail of impossibly tiny bread crumbs.
But that trail doesnât just lead her somewhere. It leads something to Rosemary, alarming enough that she calls Michaelâs priest friendâ¦who turns out to be way younger and heroically handsome than she could have ever anticipated. But the heat between them may be no match for the demonic fire that grows hotter and more dangerous the closer they get to the truth.
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USA Today bestseller Christine Pope is the author of the paranormal romance Witches of Cleopatra Hill series and the Djinn Wars series, among many other books (sixty and counting!). Researching UFOs brought her to magical Sedona, Arizona, where she now makes her home. Find out more about her books at christinepope.com.
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Kingdom of Thorns and Dreams: A Limited Edition of Sleeping Beauty Retellings
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GIVEAWAY! The Alchemist and an Amaretto
-- EXCERPT: Ezra stopped, hands on his hips as he surveyed the lazy slope that swept up to the towering manor. “All right. Time for our final sprint.” “I’m serious. We always finish our workouts with something competitive.” Like competitive pushups. I shivered at the reminder. “This is the starting line. That tree is the finish. First one there wins.” “What’s the prize?” I folded my arms, eyeing the distance. Not that far but not twenty yards either. “You, Aaron, and Kai always bet something.” He rubbed the hint of shadow along his jaw. “Winner’s choice, I guess.” Ooh, I liked the sound of that. Grinning, I got into a starting position. “You’re on.” He took the same position. Clearing his throat, he deepened his voice to mimic a sports announcer. “On your mark. Get set. G—” “What’s that?” I gasped, pointing behind him. He snapped around to look—and I launched into a mad sprint, arms pumping. Ezra swore and took off after me, but I had a head start. I would reach the finish first and totally win this. Right as I drew level with the target tree, hands caught my waist. Ezra swept me off the ground, still running—an impossible feat if not for his inhuman strength. He stopped just past the tree, laughing too hard to hold me up. My back slid down his chest and my feet landed in the grass. “I can’t believe I fell for that,” he said breathlessly. “You’re such a cheater.” Whirling to face him, I smirked. “I was manufacturing a combat advantage, not cheating. Kai’s been teaching me.” “A race isn’t combat.” “Maybe I was running for my life.” “From me?” He arched a playful eyebrow. “Does that mean you don’t like being chased?” “Depends who’s doing the chasing,” I shot back teasingly. “Oh? So is it the chase you prefer, or the catch?” I tossed my hair with pretend haughtiness. “You think you could catch me?” “Pretty sure I already did.” My heart did a crazy tumble through my chest and a grin stretched my mouth. I couldn’t hold it back any more than I could stop the blush heating my cheeks. “Well,” I began dramatically, spreading my arms as I stepped backward, “do I look—” My heel caught on a tree root hidden in the grass. Squealing, I pitched over, arms wind-milling. My back hit the ground, the air punched from my chest, and I blinked dazedly at the overcast sky. Damn it. Ezra’s face appeared above mine. He crouched at my side, his expression drawn into grave concern. “Tori, are you still with me?” I choked on a laugh and whispered, “Ezra? Is that you?” “I’m here.” He took my hand and patted it gently. “Just hang in there.” I fluttered my fingers. “Everything is growing dark.” “Go toward the light, Tori.” My eyebrows quirked. “Shouldn’t I go away from the light?” “It doesn’t have the same ring,” he decided. “You’ll have to go toward the light.” “Toward the light it is.” I waited a moment. “Now what?” He took my hands and folded them on my chest in the classic body-in-casket pose—and I lost it. Cackling with laughter, I sat up and checked the grass stain on my elbow. “Next time, I’ll make you laugh first,” I promised. He grinned as he stood. “You can try.”
GIVEAWAY! Slumber
(The Slumber Duology Book 1) Christy Sloat Not all princesses get their happily ever after... They tell me I killed my boyfriend Phillip in cold blood. I stabbed him twenty one times. I’m only seventeen years old, and I am serving life in Spindle Ridge Asylum for the Criminally Insane. I don’t remember killing him, so it’s really hard to believe I’m capable of murder. In fact I don’t remember anything before I came to Spindle Ridge, not even my boyfriend. I can only grasp onto my realistic dreams while the madness of the asylum threatens to pull me under. I dream I’m a beautiful princess and there is an evil faerie named Maleficent who is bent on my destruction. The dreams are the closest thing I have to memories of my life, except they aren’t real. I’m crazy. I’m not a princess. They’re the mad illusions of an irrational teenage girl, right? They’ve assigned me a new doctor, and she says I can trust her, and that she’ll help me see the truth of who I really am. When she arrived she brought a new patient, Sawyer, who is everything Spindle Ridge isn’t: exciting, mysterious and beautiful. He promises he’s here to rescue me. Trusting either of them frightens me. Could it be possible that my dreams are more than just the imaginings of a delusional girl? Could they be truth? Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2MtILGE |
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