Wicked Passion (Under Realm Assassins: Book Three) by Amanda J. Greene (Interview)

Wicked Passion
Under Realm Assassins
Book Three
Amanda J. Greene
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication:  6/18/19
Number of pages: 130
Word Count: 50,000
Cover Artist: Kim Killian  
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Book Description:

James Stonewoll is an Elite Assassin for the Under Realm Syndicate—an expert hunter and merciless killer. As a former pirate, he thrives on danger, the more perilous the mission, the better and he can’t resist his newest contract: eliminate a rebel shape-shifting magic thief that stalks the border of the Under Realm kidnapping and murdering innocent Others. But never did the centuries old vampire anticipate playing hero to a mythical temptress with luscious curves, tantalizing lips, and hypnotic eyes.

Captured and held prisoner, Katya Moro was trapped in a seemingly endless loop of unimaginable agony as her magic was slowly being torn from her soul. A gasp away from death, she is rescued by a sinful kiss and awakens in the strong arms of a powerful warrior whose roguish smile, sharp fangs, and intense strength unlock dormant instincts within her, an all-consuming madness that demands complete surrender.

Gazing down at her, James knew he had to kill her. Dark Magic Wielders, like the beautiful female he’d found, were a grave threat to human society and were not permitted to roam the mortal world. But Katya’s smoky voice and sweet kisses stir a fierce hunger inside him. She is unpredictable, uncontrollable and wickedly seductive—his perfect kind of dangerous. To keep her safe, James will protect her from the magic thieves that hunt her and his fellow assassins until he can find a way to return Katya to her home in the Under Realm.

Can Katya’s passion conquer the darkness within his soul?

 

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Excerpt:

He was too strong, too tantalizing. Forbidden. She could find another source. One not so threatening, tame. Surely, he could take her to a city where she could steal bits of energy from others. Happiness, laughter, contentment, love, she could leech off any positive aura. She’d survived doing just that within her tribe. None dared to touch her, or directly interact with her unless they required her healing gifts, so she’d been left to feed off scraps of emotion and energy.

She flattened her palms against his chest and tried in vain to push him away. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, she was pathetically weak. “I—”

“Need me.” His rich voice was roughened with passion.

Katya trembled with yearning. Oh, yes, she needed. But would he demand she surrender? Could she? He was a vampire, an immortal immune to magic, invincible. Perhaps with him, she could let go. She could find pleasure. She could be herself, completely, like never before. He wasn’t like anyone else. He could withstand her darkness. He could match her cravings.

As if reading her thoughts, his hard bronze gaze swirled with challenge, hunger, and untamable lust. “Kiss me as if you want to live.”

“I do.” Her claws sharpened, the tips sliced his shirt and pricked his flesh. “I will.”

She claimed his mouth possessively, her tongue twining his until he groaned for more and took it. His hand clamped on the back of her nape, his grip tightened, holding her still as he slanted his head and deepened the kiss.

Long forgotten sensation rocked her. This powerful male was the embodiment of temptation and danger—irresistibly addictive.

He shifted as if to move away and dread lanced her. A harsh growl escaped her lips. Did he intend to end the kiss? No! She needed this. Needed him.

Katya wound her arms around his waist. Holding him captive, she arched against him, pressing her breasts to his solid chest, the contact delicious, perfect—right.

His mental shields lowered even more and lust battered her senses. Katya unleashed her magic and pleasure slammed into her. His. Hers. She didn’t know where one ended and the other began. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. His origins and her past of no consequence.

The first draw of his power hit her like a cannon, devastating her weakened body, leaving her a trembling mess of tingles and shivers. Good Lady, she’d never known anything like this. Never tasted so much strength. Her body hummed, her blood sizzled, her magic burned and her soul soared. On and on, intense vitality coursed through her, consuming, dizzying. She never wanted this connection to end.

Brazenly, seeking, demanding more of his desire, she stroked her tongue across one of his fangs. He stilled. Was he waiting for her to do it again? Did he want her to draw blood? The idea made her head spin.

Katya caressed his other fang. He groaned into her mouth and his large frame shook—from pleasure or restraint?


Interview with Amanda J. Greene

1. When did you first start your writing career?

I began writing when I was in middle school and braved the world of indie-publishing about ten years ago. It has been a wild journey, but it’s been one the most rewarding a fulfilling of my professional life.

2. What draws you to the type of romance you enjoy writing?

I’ve always enjoyed the paranormal romance genre. I think the magical/mythical aspect of paranormal romance is what draws me in. The possibilities are endless.

3. What is your ideal writing time, place, and/or ritual?

I have to schedule my writing time as best I can between my day job, school, and family life. Most weekend mornings and afternoons I spend locked in my office with a mug of strong coffee and a wonderful smelling Bath and Body Works candle. That being said, I do the majority of my writing late at night, taking advantage of my insomnia. There is just something so peaceful about writing when the house is quiet and dark.

4. Which authors would you say inspire you the most to write?

Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde was the book that sparked my love for paranormal romance. Lately, I’ve been reading Kresley Cole and Gena Showalter. But I’ve also been moving through Sarah MacLean and Monica McCarty’s romances and have started kicking around with the idea of trying my hand at historical romance.

5. Any advice for the budding authors out there?

I wish I had started self-publishing sooner. If writing is truly your passion there is no sense in waiting. Read blogs, articles, and maybe even pick up some “self-help” type books regarding publishing and advertising. Just go for it!

Thank you for having me here with you today and for hosting a stop for Wicked Passion (Under Realm Assassins #3) blog tour.

I’d like to wish you all happy reading!


 

About the Author:

Amanda J. Greene is the author of the captivating Rulers of Darkness and the enticing Under Realm Assassins series. Fans of Nalini Singh’s, Gena Showalter, and J.R. Ward will fall in love with Ms. Greene’s dangerously sexy heroes and strong, kick your teeth in heroines.

She lives in Southern California with her supportive military husband and their two fur babies—a sweet cocker spaniel and a rambunctious black mouth cur mix. Between working full time in higher education and family life, she finds time to write and create detailed worlds with exciting characters for her ravenous readers.

“Amanda’s vampires are seriously sexy and I can’t get enough!” – Kristina’s Books & More

“Fans of Nalini Singh’s Psy/Changeling series, Gena Showalter’s Lords of the Underworld, and J.R. Wards’ BD are in for a treat…” – That’s What I’m Talking About

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Father Of Contention by Lanie Mores

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Science Fiction and Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Date Published:  April 9, 2018
Publisher: Tellwell Talent
 
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There was only ever meant to be one Creator.
In 1972, German scientist Renner Scholz travels to Barbora Bay, Washington where he meets the love of his life, Milena Nowak. Only believing in things proven by science, he becomes obsessed with determining the underlying genetic basis of Milena’s psychic gift.
Stumbling upon an occult ritual, Renner is connected to the spiritual realm where he discovers an unrivaled power that fuels supernatural abilities. But, the answers he’s been searching for come at a cost—his soul.
Driven by new darkness that resides within him, Renner has a breakthrough in his research—able to genetically produce psychic abilities in humans. Milena helplessly watches as her husband becomes deceptive, volatile and both physically and mentally more powerful. Can Milena save Renner from this evil presence? Or will she become an unwilling participant in his next experiment—one of the darkest kinds?
Excerpt
Renner was wracked with an emotion he hadn’t experienced in a while—guilt. The sensation was pushing past a barrier, fighting for him to notice.
How could he have done that to Milena? He loved her. She was his wife. His beloved. He hadn’t meant to explode, lose control of himself, and even now was having trouble remembering all that had happened, parts of his memory missing. But he knew he had hurt her. Her blood had stained his knuckles.
Of course, his day had already been going badly. There was that.
First, catching Paul rummaging through his lab files. Problem number one.
The second problem—the catalyst to his fury—was the interrogation by his boss and the policemen. Renner felt he handled himself well, shirking suspicion from his shoulders. But, the meeting rattled him.
Renner couldn’t manage to calm down after that, unable to focus on his work, his mind completely distracted by Paul’s betrayal and the pending investigation. He ducked out early, wanting to go home and plan a way to get Paul off of his back. Just needing a drink to settle his nerves. A few minutes to himself. But, Milena just wouldn’t leave him alone.
She provoked you. It’s all her fault.
What the voice said was true. Stuck her nose in where it didn’t belong. Pressing and pressing. Problem number three. And hadn’t he asked her nicely to give him some space? If she had just listened, none of this would have happened. But, had she deserved what he had done to her?
Yes, she did deserve it. You did what you had to do. She was going to leave you.
But, he had reacted as his biological father would have. Where had that anger, that violence, come from? Never in a million years would he have thought he was capable of that depth of aggression. Milena was helpless against his fury.
I love her, he thought. I honestly do. How could I do that to her?
Would it have been better if you let her go? You need her, remember? She can’t leave. Not now, not ever.
It was true. He could never live without her. And he also needed her for his research. She was essential to his plans, and even though up until now he had gained her compliance through his elaborate ruse to fake her illness, he would not have to trick her anymore. Everything was much easier this way.
Slowly, his guilt—assuaged by the voice in his mind—abated, and his focus on the prize returned. The timing was actually opportune; did Milena’s last set of blood tests not tell him so? All of his preparations were leading to this point. She was finally ready.
It is time.
About the Author

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Lanie Mores resides in Ontario with her family, although she enjoys traveling to alternate realities through reading, binge-watching Netflix or playing video games.
She has worn many hats throughout her life: cashier, medical records secretary, psychotherapist, hypnotherapist, personal trainer, mom and now author.
Inspired to write by Stephen King, Diana Gabaldon, Jean M. Auel, and Margaret Atwood, Lanie works diligently to complete her four-part FATHER OF CONTENTION series.
With her writing, Lanie hopes to inspire her readers to think and live outside the box, to be courageous in following their own passions, and live a life of purpose.
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Born Of Sin (Book 2) By Deanna Richmond (Review)

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Born Of Sin (Book 2)

By Deanna Richmond

Genre: Gothic; Paranormal Romance

Love is a curse.

Victor Logan Marchette has roamed the Earth for over 600 years as a vampire. Faithful to Cabalistis, the vampires’ governing body, Victor’s lifelong allegiance has put him beyond reproach.

Until the day that he meets Octavia Vail.

No mere woman, Octavia was born from a centuries-old curse – one so dangerous that even the powerful Vampire clan dreads its dark birth. When Victor and Octavia’s passion ignites, the curse only grows stronger and beyond Octavia’s control. And when Ciprian, the oldest vampire on Earth, discovers Octavia’s secret, he’ll stop at nothing to destroy her… and Victor.

Branded a traitor, Victor must escape America with Octavia so he can save her. But it comes with a price. Because keeping Octavia safe means reviving Victor’s dark past – the one that gave him the long-forgotten title of Barbarian.

Born of Sin is a thrilling Gothic Romance that redefines love. Because when Victor and Octavia forge their unlikely relationship, the greatest heights of love can easily fall… into the darkest depths of madness.


About the Author

pix of me 1.jpgDeanna was born in Long Island, New York where she lived most of her life but now resides in Colorado. As a young child, she spent many Saturdays in the library nurturing her love for books.

She attended New York Institute of Technology where she received a Bachelors in Nursing of Science. Deanna also has an Associates in Math & Science and is certified in Forensic Nursing. After many years of working in hospitals and doing travel nursing, she took time off from work to pursue a career in writing.

Deanna has written several works in either the Gothic Romance or paranormal fantasy genres. She has earned Readers’ Favorite 5-star review seal and is a two-time Award of Excellence winner for her young adult series entitled the Connor Chronicles under the pen name, Dormaine G.

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Review of ‘Born Of Sin’

Wow. This was QUITE the ride! You definitely need to read the first book in the series before starting on book two, as this is not a stand alone romance. The excitement between Victor and Octavia piles and piles up into a tangled web of intrigue. I was drawn immediately by the first chapter. What made this book run smoothly was Richmond’s character detail and depth. She did not disappoint in creating a wild world of vampires and the paranormal. I highly recommend getting your hands on a copy of the first book, in order to truly appreciate the romance and adventure of the second!

Black Blade by H. G. Lynch

Black Blade
H.G. Lynch
(Reaper Born Trilogy, #2)
Publication date: February 8th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Having moved country, fallen in love, and killed the demon responsible for his father’s death, Ruairidh could do with a break.

Instead, he’s being arrested for his girlfriend’s murder, being stalked by demons, and seeing a Fetch that indicates the death of someone close to him.

This time, Ru isn’t just failing Maths and fighting demons – he’s going to the demon realm to bring back the soul of his loved one, and it’s going to take more than his sword and his wits if he wants to make it back to the living world.

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EXCERPT:

Ruairidh reached out and took my glass from me, setting both glasses down on the coffee table. Then he held out one hand in an elegant request. “May I have this dance?”

“You may.” I slid my hand into his, and he bent low to kiss my knuckles like a proper Victorian gentleman. I giggled as he straightened.

He flashed his cocky grin, and pulled on my hand, yanking me forward, so I stumbled against his chest. “Much better,” he purred, circling his arms around my waist.

Breathless, I splayed my hands on his chest and slid them to his shoulders, so my body was pressed down the length of his. His forest-green eyes burned into mine, so close that they were all I could see. The music was smooth and slow, and I was surprised when Ruairidh began to move to the rhythm, his steps careful and familiar.

“You can waltz?” I asked, startled that this rough-edged man could dance so beautifully.

He winked. “I have many hidden talents.”

 

Author Bio:

H.G. Lynch is a Paranormal Romance author from Scotland. She is an avid reader, and cat-lover. She spends most of her days writing, while wrestling her cat off her laptop. She loves horse-riding, Star Trek, and snow.

Her books are dark paranormal romances.

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Fool’s Paradise by Ophelia Bell (Cover Reveal)

Fool’s Paradise
Ophelia Bell
(Fate’s Fools, #3)
Publication date: February 5th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Deva Rainsong never expected to find a soul mate, now she has two and is on the run from Fate. The elusive divine entity has it out for her and has begun terrorizing the bloodline Deva has sworn to protect. Yet the young chimera and her five lovers still have no idea what it is Fate wants, or why she is so important to it.

The only thing she is sure of is that she needs a complete soul in order to have a chance at standing up to Fate, but for that to happen, she needs her human lover on board.

Bodhi Dylan is still getting used to the unusual, yet intriguing customs of the higher races. He’s fallen head over heels for the beautiful dark-skinned chimera, but doubts he can measure up to the prowess of his higher races counterparts. Besides, he can’t quite wrap his head around how the whole “harem” thing works. Because if he agrees to Deva’s proposition, that’s exactly what he’ll be part of.

But when he learns his participation is the key to her happiness, he’ll have to make a choice. Agree and risk inviting more of Fate’s wrath, or deny her to keep her safe.

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Ophelia Bell loves a good bad-boy and especially strong women in her stories. Women who aren’t apologetic about enjoying sex and bad boys who don’t mind being with a woman who’s in charge, at least on the surface, because pretty much anything goes in the bedroom.

Ophelia grew up on a rural farm in North Carolina and now lives in Los Angeles with her own tattooed bad-boy husband and four attention-whoring cats.

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Salem Burning by Daniel Sugar

 

Salem Burning
Daniel Sugar
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Daniel Sugar
Date of Publication: February 20th, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-7752675-0-8
 ASIN: BO79YZL9L
Number of pages: 151
 Word Count: 34,289
Cover Artist: ebooklaunch.com
Tagline: If Only They’d Known…You Can’t Burn A Witch.
Book Description:
Salem Burning, a magical re-telling of the Salem witch trials, is now available exclusively on Amazon.
In 1692, disreputable Kyle Edwards breaks his engagement by accusing his fiancee, Lilly Parris, of witchcraft.
Kyle is a liar – he does not really believe in witchcraft, he is simply trying to get rid of Lilly. But Kyle is in for a shock because, as it turns out, Lilly really is a witch.
“Salem Burning is a fast-paced, brand-new take on the Salem witch trials.
Excerpt:
                                   PROLOGUE
ISLE OF SKYE, SCOTLAND. 1550
     The late-afternoon sun was slipping away
and storm clouds and darkness were rapidly approaching as the happy
eight-year-old girl carrying a straw basket filled with freshly-cut roses ran
towards Delaney Castle.
     Suddenly out of breath, Sarah Delaney stopped, sat down on the soft green grass and looked at her home. Delaney Castle was truly beautiful. Its stone walls and turrets so white they almost shimmered in the rapidly setting sun. It was hard to believe that a magnificent castle perched on top of a hill was actually her home. Hers!  How lucky she was to live there and how blessed she was to have such wonderful parents. Parents who loved her so much they were making a magnificent birthday party for her that very evening. Overcome with happiness, Sarah could not help herself and as she stood up and ran into the castle she started to sing. “The birth day is the loveliest day. The birth day is filled with charm.”
  Sarah’s beautiful, dark-haired mother, Evelyn Delaney, was clad in a breathtaking saffron gown and she was waiting for her daughter as Sarah ran into the castle.
     Evelyn smiled, lifted a rose from Sarah’s
straw basket and inhaled the flower’s scent. “Come along, Sarah. Everyone wants to see the birthday girl.”
     Sarah kissed her mother on the cheek and said, “I am ready, mother.”
     Sarah took her mother’s hand and together they walked into an enormous dining hall which was filled with relatives and friends who began to clap and cheer the moment Sarah entered the room.
     Sarah scanned the room. The crowd was thick. There were so many people, too many people – but she only wanted one of them. Yet she could not find him. It was so frustrating. Where was he? Where
was he?  Suddenly she spotted him – her tall, handsome, blond father, Patrick Delaney, (clad in his finest tartan kilt and a velvet jacket). Sarah rushed into her father’s arms and he laughed and tossed her playfully into the air as Sarah squealed with delight. “Now we eat!”
Patrick yelled. “Now we sing and dance as we let it be known to all that eight years ago, on the first of June, fifteen hundred and forty-two, my daughter, this young beauty named Sarah Delaney, was born in Scotland!”
     The assembled guests cheered and, as if by magic, servants suddenly appeared in the vast dining hall, some carrying trays of food, some holding musical instruments which they began to play.
     Delighted, the guests began to eat and sing and dance to the lively music which was almost drowned out by the sound of approaching thunder.
      Sarah took her parents’ hands and the three of them sang along with their guests; raising their voices as the sounds of distant thunder grew closer and louder.
     Suddenly, thunder exploded overhead, cold, impenetrable sheets of rain dropped from the black sky and long branches of lightning illuminated the castle as soldiers rushed into the dining hall with
swords drawn.
    Sarah Delaney screamed as a soldier cut off her father’s head.
    Evelyn Delaney grabbed her terrified daughter and ran to the large portrait of Patrick Delaney that hung on one of the dining hall’s stone walls.
      Soldiers ignored all cries for mercy and massacred the party guests, savagely, brutally, sparing no one.
     Trembling, Evelyn pushed the portrait and the stone wall moved, revealing a secret passageway.
     Evelyn quickly kissed her daughter. “Hurry now, Sarah. Save yourself.”
     Suddenly, a soldier drove his sword into Evelyn’s chest and Sarah, still clutching the basket of roses rushed down the dark stone passageway.
     “Run, Sarah!”
     The soldier pulled the sword from Evelyn’s chest and then plunged it into her throat.
     The moment Evelyn Delaney fell to the ground, dead, the soldier turned his attention to Sarah and rushed into the stone passageway.
     As Sarah ran, she turned and looked behind her. The soldier was too fast. She was running with all her might but the soldier was getting closer.
     A bright white flash of lightning illuminated the end of the passageway; illuminated freedom.
     Sarah, exhausted, managed to squeeze through the passageway’s narrow opening just as the soldier lunged and tried to grab her.
     The soldier was able to grab Sarah’s left shoe and tear if off her foot but Sarah was suddenly free. The soldier was unable to fit through the passageway’s narrow opening and he screamed and swore and waved the child’s raw leather shoe as Sarah Delaney ran and ran and disappeared into the wet Scottish night.
About the Author:
Daniel Sugar has written for a number of celebrities and for several TV shows, including “The Tonight Show, With Jay Leno”. He has always been fascinated by witches, witchcraft, the Salem witch trials, and the French Revolution. “Salem Burning” is his first novel. He is currently working on the sequel, “The Witch And The Guillotine”.

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The Vessel Trilogy by Juliette Cross

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Genevieve Drake never knew this demon world existed. Now she just wants to survive it. Hunted on the streets of New Orleans, Gen turns to the hunter, Jude Delacroix, who is bound to protect her soul and who’s also captured her heart.

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The Vessel Trilogy

Book One

Juliette Cross

Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Date of Publication: July 31, 2017

ISBN: 9781640632172

Word Count: 98K

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Genevieve Drake has never been the helpless kind of girl, has never needed to be rescued. That is, not until her twentieth birthday when some dude nearly chokes her to death in an alley and a hot stranger rips a monster from inside the guy.

The hot guy? Jude Delacroix—Dominus Daemonum, Master of Demons. Now her guardian, whether she likes it or not.

But she’s seriously beginning to like it.

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Forged in Fire Excerpt

Jude hadn’t moved, his eyes roving up and down. My sweaty tank clung to my torso and loose hair stuck to the side of my face. Having redone my ponytail twice, I tightened it once more as he shoved off the wall.

“Give her a weapon.”

Kat pulled a dagger from a sheath at her thigh, walking toward me.

“I thought we were practicing without weapons today.”

Jude started to circle. A primitive part of me stiffened.

“A demon won’t give up when you throw a few punches, even with the casting power. You need to cut them.”

“But I could hurt you.”

“You could try.”

His shoulders rounded in a relaxed posture. Muscled arms swung just barely at his sides. He was in no way threatened by me. He probably found this comical.

“No sifting,” I warned

“No need.”

He continued to stalk me with slow precision. Kat handed me her dagger. It was heavier than I thought.

“It’s too big,” I said, feeling the weight of the twelve-inch blade.

“Oh, I think you can handle it.”

A dark mischievous look. Wait. Were we still talking about daggers? Heat flushed my cheeks. He circled. I pivoted. Kat disappeared into the corner.

“No power this time, Genevieve. Let’s see if you can deliver more than karate moves.”

“You don’t think I can cut you?”

An eyebrow lifted. Still smiling. Still circling. Arrogant ass.

“I can,” I gritted out, widening and squaring my stance.

Sparks of gold glittered in his eyes, a predator honing in on its prey. He stalked closer, then stopped two feet from me, speaking in a husky tone.

“Prove it.”

My heart jumped, hearing my own challenge thrown back at me. Last night. Scorching kisses, whispered words, rough angles, soft sighs. My eyes strayed to his lips. One corner quirked up into a knowing smile. He was taunting me right there in front of Kat. What kind of game was he playing? Anger flared in my gut. I lunged, swiping out at his chest. Grabbing one of my wrists, then the other, he twisted me around, pulling me tight against his body, my arms crossed and bound in front of me. Completely immobile in less than a second.

Okay, that was embarrassing.

“Too predictable.” Warm breath close to my ear. I shivered. A short rumble of laughter in his chest. “Again?”

I struggled. He released me at once. This time, I did the circling. Leaping left, then dodging right, I ducked under his outstretched arm, slicing as I went. I popped up behind him. Jude glanced down at the tear along the side of his white T-shirt. A small drop of blood seeped through the fabric. Very small, but I gasped anyway. He laughed, stripping off the T-shirt and tossing it to the side.

“Better. Again.”

Not a good move on my part. My concentration scattered to the winds. Cords of muscle and tight, sinewy limbs flexed in preparation for the next attack. Black swirls and barbs of Celtic interlacing traced over tight pectorals and down his chiseled abdomen. My mouth went bone dry. A shift of his upper body gave me a glance of a feathered wing inked across a powerful shoulder blade.

Concentrate, Genevieve.

I fought the urge to shake my head as if dizzy from intoxication. For that is truly what I was, imagining what it would feel like to have his beautiful body against mine, skin on skin. Trying not to imagine what it would feel like.

“Anytime you’re ready,” he said, smirking.

Damn him.

“You know,” I said, thinking to take a different approach, “a demon will attack me, not the other way around. Why don’t you attack first?”

“As you wish.”

Oh shit.

He lunged low. I twisted out of reach, leaping right. He changed position, shot out his leg, tripping me to the floor. I landed on my stomach and pushed up an inch before being summarily pinned by two hundred pounds of hard muscle. Oh. Very hard.

A whisper against the shell of my ear: “Mmm. Close, but not quite. Again?”

“Get. Off!”

He obliged. Another haughty laugh. “The key is to not become distracted or let your anger control you. You must find a way to get the better of your opponent, no matter if you’re outmatched in size.”

Before I’d even rolled completely over, I clipped him behind the knees. He buckled to the floor as I leapt, swinging my body over his. I straddled his chest, pulling his head to the floor with my left hand knotted in that pretty hair of his, exposing his throat and thrusting the point of the dagger beneath his chin.

“Like this?” I hissed.

A genuine broad smile lightened his face, making me more breathless than I already was. Amber and gold shimmered in his irises, nearly cutting out all the black. Nearly. His hands were on my hips.

“Exactly like this.”

Sealed in Sin

The Vessel Trilogy

Book Two

Juliette Cross

Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Date of Publication: 7/31/2017

ISBN: 9781640632189

Word Count: 90K

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

While Jude Delacroix spends his days and nights searching for the prophecy, another protector steps in to take his place. Thomas, a guardian angel, claims Genevieve is his to protect if the demon hunter does not. As threats against her life escalate, he offers her the power to sift.

Knowing the transfer of power comes through a kiss, she hesitates. Thomas stirs a desire where there should be none.

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Sealed in Sin Excerpt

The moment he entered the room, all my senses rose to full alert. The man packed enough heat and power in his aura to melt a girl into jelly. A mere glance from his dark eyes or slight touch from rough hands, and I was lost.

I focused on flipping the pancakes on the stove, still trying to figure out how to tell him about our trip to the House of Hades, the near-miss with Gorham, and the brief and strange meeting with my guardian angel. Kat preferred asking forgiveness rather than permission, or just omitting the admission of any sins altogether. But I had trouble lying, though I seemed to do it often as of late. I especially had trouble lying to Jude.

“Want some brinner?” I asked, plopping another dollop of butter in the pan.

“Brinner? What might that be?” He leaned with his back against the counter next to the stove, splaying one huge hand on the countertop, watching me pour the batter into the pan. How did this man make watching me cook a sexy thing?

“You’ve never heard of brinner?” I glanced at the door to make sure Mindy was out of earshot. “For someone who’s been alive nearly two thousand years, you don’t know a whole lot.”

He slid a finger down my forearm. I nearly dropped the spatula. He leaned closer, his chest brushing my shoulder, voice dropping several decibels. “Educate me.” And just like that, my heart slammed into my rib cage, my thoughts scattering to the wind. I stared at him, knowing my eyes were no longer hungry for pancakes. He pressed warm lips, a feather-soft kiss, to the slope between my neck and shoulder. “Genevieve?” Another press of lips higher up my neck, melting me into goo.

“Hm?” Eyes closed, I welcomed a third kiss just under my jaw.

“Your brinner is burning.”

“Oh, dammit!”

I snapped open my eyes, grabbed the smoking pan and thrust it under the water faucet in the sink. A hissing crackle spit up more smoke.

“There goes brinner.”

“You’ve made more than enough already.”

He motioned to the ten-high stack with a smirk. I couldn’t even think about eating now. Not after that kiss. And not with this guilt weighing me down.

Something registered in his gaze. He reached out his hand.

“Come here.”

From his expression, I wasn’t sure if he planned to give me a hug or a spanking. I wouldn’t mind either. Taking his hand, I let him pull me into his arms.

Bound in Black

The Vessel Trilogy

Book Three

Juliette Cross

Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Entangled Publishing

Date of Publication: 7/31/2017

ISBN: 9781640632196

Number of pages: 88K

Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde

Book Description:

Genevieve Drake is on a dangerous mission—to find the soul collector, Lethe, and enter the deepest, darkest level of the underworld, where no one has ever gone into and returned.

But when an old enemy makes a surprising appearance, she is tested to the point of breaking and risks remaining in this dark abyss forever.

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Excerpt Bound in Black

Pulse-pounding, bone-grinding music vibrated the entire second floor. Dancers, if you could call them that, melded together in one mass of moving limbs. A few couples and trios needed to find a private corner before their make-out sessions morphed into an all-out orgy. The bartender stopped in front of Dommiel’s throne. A massive dragon’s head—openmouthed and fierce fanged—hung above the oversized wood-carved chair like a crown.

The first time I’d been here, I assumed the head was a magnificent work of art by a local New Orleans sculptor. Because dragons aren’t real, right? Now I knew better. The beast’s head was cut from a high demon’s spawn, probably killed in battle against one of the Flamma of Light, someone on my team. Even now, after the head was severed and stuffed, a low vibration of eerie energy swirled in the air. I hadn’t detected this before. But back in September, I wasn’t the Vessel I was now. My Vessel Sense, VS, amplified every day, detecting any demon within a one-mile radius. Not only that, my fist and blade packed major force. Still, I knew I hadn’t experienced full awakening. Kat, my mentor and friend and the only female hunter I’d met, told me that I’d know when I experienced my awakening. It would be like falling in love. And I definitely knew what that felt like…as well as the tragic heartbreak when that love was ripped from my arms.

I clenched my jaw, willing away those thoughts, and focused on the task at hand.

Dommiel sprawled atop his throne with the latest blonde propped on his lap. With a clean-shaved head and wearing his usual attire—black slacks and white button-down with silver cuff links—he was a contradiction in appearance. If he hadn’t pierced every part of his face—lip, lids, nose, tongue, and the entire cartilage of both ears—he’d be hot. Metalface didn’t turn me on, but some girls were into that. For example, the buxom woman now whispering in his ear, pressing against him with her ample cleavage pouring out of a red patent leather corset. Dommiel cupped her breast with the one hand he had, brushing his thumb casually along the exposed skin above the too-tight casing. He turned his head when I approached.

His groupies didn’t move, though tension rippled in the air. Dommiel’s familiar—a black-eyed raven—perched on the dragon’s head and watched me. For a second, I wished I’d brought Mira. The white hawk that I’d created the day Jude was taken away had become my pale shadow wherever I went these days. But I didn’t want any of these freaks trying to hurt her in this confined space. Before her creation, when I was steeped in a well of grief from losing Jude, I hadn’t known Vessels could create spawn of Light. If demons could beget creatures of darkness, then it made sense I’d have the power to create one of light. Only, no Vessel had ever done it before. George, the commander of the Dominus Daemonum—the Masters of Demons—said it was because no Vessel before me had ever come so close to her awakening. When I glanced up at the beady-eyed bird, I wondered what it would do if I’d brought Mira with me and let her poke out one of those evil eyes. I suppose it would’ve started a shit storm, and that wasn’t why I’d come here.

Standing tall, hands at my sides, I said to Dommiel, “I come in peace.”

He considered me for about five seconds. “If this is peace, I’d hate to see war.”

“Yes. You would.”

In our past dealings, Dommiel had used his sardonic tongue to cut me and keep me in line. I waited for his next smart-ass remark, but something in his gaze told me he recognized this visit was different. I hadn’t come to threaten or coerce him into doing my bidding. I had a genuine offer of partnership—one I never thought to present to a high demon. With a heavy sigh, he squeezed his blonde’s breast still cupped in his hand, then gave her a quick deep-throated kiss before pushing her off his lap. He stood, revealing the silver hook on the stump of his other arm, which had been concealed till now.

“This better be good, Vessel.” He stepped in front of me, leading me past a guard and down a dark hallway. “I haven’t had a taste of her yet and was quite looking forward to it.”

“It looked to me like you just got a taste.”

He shot me a piercing look over his shoulder. “Okay. Let me rephrase. I haven’t yet fucked her until she can’t talk or walk. And I was about to take off that edge when you showed up.”

“Too much information, Dommiel.”

About the Author:

Juliette lives in lush, moss-laden Louisiana where she lives with her husband, four kids, and black lab, Kona.   

Multi-published author of paranormal and urban fantasy romance, she loves reading and writing brooding characters, mysterious settings, persevering heroines, and dark, sexy heroes.

From the moment she read JANE EYRE as a teenager, she fell in love with the Gothic romance.

Even then, she not only longed to read more novels set in Gothic worlds, she wanted to create her own.

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Not His Werewolf by Annie Nicholas

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Not his Werewolf

by Annie Nicholas
(Not This Series, #2)
Publication date: July 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Synopsis:

After being disowned and labelled human because she can’t shift, Betty Newman rescues unwanted dogs to fulfill her need for pack. Being rejected by her birth pack was enough pain for a lifetime and she’ll do anything to avoid subjecting herself to their prejudices.

Things change when Ken Birch wakes in her kennel still in wolf form and declares she’s his soul mate. His presence wakes her feral heart and makes her long for a life she can’t have. Old wounds are opened and she refuses to listen to instinct.

But only a shifter can be a soul mate and now her life is in danger by New Port’s pack. Either Betty learns to shift or she dies. Problem is the only one willing to help is Ken, the last person she wants.
 
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AUTHOR BIO:

Annie.jpgAnnie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.

Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.

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Moondance by Linda K. Hopkins (Review)

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by Linda K. Hopkins

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GENRE: Paranormal Romance

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Are some obstacles too difficult for love to overcome?

For years, Melissa Hewitt has dreamed of being hunted by a panther, a huge, black creature that pursues her relentlessly. But panthers do not exist in real life – not in Canada, anyway. And it is in the Canadian Rockies that Melissa escapes the stresses of her work – a job that come with a handsome but unfriendly boss who exudes both danger and allure. There is something about Leander Garrett, however, that draws Melissa, making him almost impossible to ignore; that, and the fact that once they had been friends.

As winter turns into spring, Leander’s chilly demeanor begins to thaw, but danger prowls through the mountains, and Lee has a secret that lurks beneath his elegant clothes and rippling physique. Something that compels him to reject what he desires the most.

Can he learn to see the good in himself and finally allow his heart to love, and be loved in return?

A captivating paranormal romance, Moondance will keep you enthralled to the very last page.

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Excerpt:

Darkness hung over the ground like a pall as Melissa stumbled blindly through the forest, lurching between shadowy trunks and swerving around bushes that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. Barbed branches clawed her face and arms, leaving angry welts in their wake. Protruding roots, intent on hindering her escape, sent her to her knees, leaving them scratched and bleeding. She gasped for breath as the blood pounded furiously in her ears while her chest burned with each breath. Sweat dripped down her forehead, covering her brow. Fear had slickened her palms, and her legs trembled as she careened between the trees. Behind her, her pursuer flew with seeming effortlessness over the ground, its enormous paws making no sound as it closed the gap between them. From the corner of her eye she saw the huge cat drawing alongside her, its bright green eyes shining eerily in the dark. Her foot caught the rough end of a stump, and she flung out her hands as she tumbled to the ground. The panther leaped toward her as her screams tore through the air.

Melissa jolted upright in her bed, her eyes wide as she searched her room in terror for the beast. Rigid fingers gripped the sheet, straining the fabric until it was close to ripping. Her heart hammered in her chest, the memory of reaching claws and hot breath on her neck still too close to dismiss. She loosened her hold on the sheet one aching finger at a time until it fell from her grip.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Profile croppedLinda K. Hopkins lives in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains in Calgary, Canada, with her husband, two kids and one dog, but originally hails from South Africa. When she’s not dreaming about fantastical creatures, you will find her with her nose buried in a book. Linda also loves to travel – through both physical and imaginary time and space. And if she has a slab of dark chocolate and cup of hot coffee while travelling, so much the better!

Linda holds a bachelor’s degree in communications from the University of South Africa. She is also the author of The Dragon Archive series.

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I was blown away by how much depth and complexity Hopkins’ characters portrayed. In some instances, the heroine Melissa was so enjoyable I found myself surprised by how easy it was to relate to her antics, her personality, and her struggles. She’s a hard working woman, with a lot of pressure coming from her icy-personality boss Leander, or Lee for short. I would get frustrated with her when he would go from hot to cold in half a second. Why was he like this? What was going on?

Lee and Melissa have had a past, prior to the reader’s introduction of them. It’s a relationship that has levels that go far beyond what many romance novels portray. I loved the innuendo of the “beast within” ideas Hopkins kept dropping throughout the story. She kept her humor light and the action fast paced. Lee’s secret is revealed in a big way, and one that keeps the reader wondering if what he shows Melissa is enough to keep her around…

All in all, I was happy that Hopkins chose to leave certain aspects of the storyline in tact. She took a leap of faith with her decisions and the outcome was simply satisfying. I hadn’t read a shapeshifter book in a long time like this, and for that, I am grateful for Hopkins’ novel Moondance.

Soul Reaping by Anne Hope

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Dark Souls, Book 4

Anne Hope

Genre: PNR/UF

Date of Publication: July 1, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-9959602-4-4

ASIN: B0723HC6J5

Word Count: 90K

Cover Artist: Rae Monet

Tagline: To save the world he damned, he must sacrifice everyone he loves.


Book Description:

For six millennia, Cal has fought to guard mankind against the evil he unleashed upon it—his offspring, the Nephilim. Now, in order to avert another Great Flood, he must unite the Sacred Four. Problem is, one of these souls once cost him his grace and shattered his all-too-human heart.

Four years ago, Kleio awakened in an unfamiliar body to find her reality completely altered. Her only desire is to see her husband again. When Cal finally comes for her, she believes her prayers have been answered. Until she realizes the Watchers’ leader is nothing like the passionate angel she remembers.

Cal fights his sinful attraction to the woman who led to his fall, aware that for the world to be saved, the Sacred Four must die. But Kleio is determined to make him feel again. For the first time in centuries, he questions his dedication to his mission. When the floodgates open, will he have the strength to sacrifice everyone he loves or will he damn humanity a second time?

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AnneHopepic.jpgAbout the Author:

Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart’s incredible ability to heal.

Anne’s passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance. She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.

Website: www.annehope.com

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Review:

Soul Reaping held my attention even at the first sentence. Our heroine awakes suddenly in a new place, in a new time, in a new world even. Kleio’s soul has been trapped for thousands of years, and only released recently into a new body. She spends the new few years adjusting to the world as we know it, but keeps the memories of her former life. All of the memories. In Kleio’s world, she was married to an angel named Calliel. Calliel had come to her village with several other angels and offered to help them learn and grow as a culture. It was there that the two fell in love, and eventually had a child. This child, however, was born a nephilim, and causes them both to make decisions based on what they feel is right and just. You may need to dust off your old theology books from college for some of the words and history used in ‘Soul Reaping’, but it is so, so worth it.

I loved this story, absolutely treasured the characters, and the struggle that both the hero and heroine faced was honest, raw, and real. Kleio’s fight for her husband, and the fight for humanity, leaves the reader with quite a rollercoaster of a read. Anne Hope spins a tale that captivates and enthralls her reader. I loved that even though this story not only handled romance and adventure well, but that it handled theology at just the same level. The accuracy of angel-lore, proved to me that Hope had done her homework. And for that, I am grateful that she has shared such an awe-inspiring novel like Soul Reaping. I look forward to her stories for many more years to come.

Rating: 5/5 STARS