Review of Masquerade (Vampires Realm #10) by Felicity E. Heaton

Title: Masquerade
Author: Felicity E. Heaton
Source: Author ARC Requested Review
Genre: Paranormal Romance - Vampires/Werewolves
Release Date: May 19th 2012
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The next vampire romance novel in the Vampires Realm series by F E Heaton is available now in ebook.

MASQUERADE
(Vampires Realm Romance Series #10)
By F E Heaton

Ten years have passed since Sophis and Vivek, two vampires of the Venia bloodline, came close to death at the hands of twin hunters Aleksis and Izabella Romanov. The events of that night turned Sophis and Vivek against each other, shattering their close friendship and driving them apart.

Now, on the eve of a centenary Creator Day masquerade and at a time when things between them are dangerously close to separating them forever, they uncover a small army of vampire hunters in Saint Petersburg, led by their nemeses, Aleksis and Izabella.

With the safety of the rulers of the seven pure vampire bloodlines in their hands and their chance for vengeance hanging in the balance, can Sophis and Vivek face their past and overcome their differences? Will they realise their true feelings for each other before it’s too late or will the hunters finally claim their lives as their deadly plot to destroy the bloodlines unfolds?


Books in the Vampires Realm romance series stand alone and do not need to be read in order to gain maximum enjoyment

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Guest author Charlene A. Wilson

Please welcome author Charlene A. Wilson!

Bitten by Paranormal Romance blog post by Cole and Mianna. May 18th, 2012 Thank you so much for having us here today. I had a time choosing which character would get to introduce the Chronicles. Cole and Vincent got into a heated argument over it and James chimed in, stating that in light of the circumstances, he was the only level-headed one and should get the honor. So…

 About the Author:
 Charlene is an author of paranormal suspenseful tales that sweep you away to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue into multi-layered story lines to immerse you into the lives of her characters.

 Introduction to the Chronicles of Shilo Manor

Cherubim added to Cole’s irritation as they stared at him from the foyer walls.  They seemed to mock his annoyance, their content smiles and chubby cheeks frozen in white marble.  And how could the sculptor have the gall to add a permanent sparkle in those eyes?  He scowled at the statuettes and beat his heals on the hardwood floors with deliberate cadence.  His stride echoed through the heights.  If the cascading chandelier would have quaked from the disturbance, the action would have made up for the wretched countenances. 

A gentle melody touched him and he paused.  Stepping to the parlor entrance, he waved a finger to nudge it open a notch.  It silently swung and he peeked inside the dim room.  A narrow band of light splashed across the wall-sized bar.  The bottles seemed to assess him in a variety of muted hues, standing proudly on the gold-trimmed shelves.  Deep shadows stretched from the nearby leather chairs and rose as if to try to hide the lower half of the large hearth on the far wall.  Cherry wood braced the marble mantle, swirls dug into the material like thick claws artfully played there.  The portrait of his father hung above it and filled the space, leaving only room for the cherubs to peak over the edges from along the ceiling. 

Mianna’s voice preceded her movement.  “Hello, my new friends.  Charlene has asked me to take a moment and talk about Cornerstone Deep.”

A smile touched Cole’s lips and he folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’m very pleased that she has chosen me to introduce you to my world.  Naming the first three books of the Chronicles of Shilo Manor series after my dimension is a great honor.  Thank you, Charlene.”

Realizing she practiced her speech for the Bitten by Paranormal Romance blog, his irritation ebbed.  Who better could Charlene have chosen to perform the task than a daughter of an Arylin colony of Terra?  His argument with Vincent over the matter now humored him.  And the hot-headed runt had even blown up half the lab in the attempt to secure the honor.  James’s uncharacteristic anger at the act was evident in the way he whipped his hand to send the elements back into place. 

Mianna’s dark hair flowed past her shoulders in long waves and gently brushed her back.  The eyes that he could never deny peered up at the portrait as if it held the audience.  Soft bow-tie lips smiled as she spoke.

“Actually, Cornerstone Deep is the formal name for Terra.  It’s the position we hold in the spectrum of planes.  As you know, a cornerstone a vital part of any building or structure.  In this case, you could think of an arch.  It begins and ends with a cornerstone supporting each base.  The meridian cap joins with the midway sections to make the structure.  And yes, we have dimensions called Meridian and Midway.  Of course, they have their familiar names, just as we do.  Our side of the spectrum’s arch is called Deep and the other side is called Summit.  Hence, Cornerstone Deep.

“As Sentinels, Cole, James, and Vincent keep watch over Terra.  Being from Meridian, they have special abilities.  It’s a gifted plane, where they’ve advanced to the point of manipulating the elements.  We call them wizards—at least those of us who know of their natures.  They’re very familiar with rebirth, and even though they lose their soul mates to death, they are able to find them again and continue progressing together.”

A flush heated Cole’s face and he lowered his gaze.  Shame hit him as she continued her speech. 

“Well, at least that’s how it should have worked.  For some reason, they didn’t believe reincarnation existed here.  So…  When I died, four hundred years ago…”  She glanced down and her hands dropped to her side.  A sigh breezed past her lips.  “Sweet Arylin, Goddess of Love.  How do I share this?”

Lifting from his lean, Cole stepped into the spacious room.  His strides whispered on the plush carpet until he took her in his arms. 

She peeked up at him.  “Cole.  How am I supposed to let the readers know how you never expected to find me?  I can’t tell them about Lord Dressen’s order…that you bound my soul.”  She turned in his arms and her dark blue gaze met his.  Her soul’s call washed over him in waves.  Every fiber of his being wished he could change the fact.  Had he the power, he’d turn back time and erase the events that catapulted the Chronicles of Shilo Manor series into existence. 

He cupped her face in his palm and his tone held regret.  “I caused you such harm, my love.  Such pain.  Your will, your life…”  He shook his head.  “I will do anything to correct my wrong.  Anything to get you back.”

“Lord Dressen won’t let that happen.  And with the gift you gave him he has the power to make sure of it.” 

The words stung, but resolve burned in his soul.  “The Lords of Terra, the Gods of Cornerstone Deep, nobody is going to stop me.”

Her fists bunched his shirt and the weight of it tugged on his back.  “And I don’t care what’s taken from me.  My soul will always be strong.  That I promise.”

Eternity echoed in his heart and he knew it was true.  Nothing could destroy what they had, keep them apart.  Not even an Earth-bound, sadistic author named Charlene A. Wilson.

 Author Links
Author site: http://CharleneAWilson.com
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 Chronicles of Shilo Manor

“We walk this world among you, beside you, loving you.”

Book one

Cornerstone Deep - blurb

 It's their nature - long lives and rebirth. They're from another dimension, one gifted with advance abilities, but they serve in Cornerstone Deep. They're the Wizards of Shilo Manor.

They outlive the mortals of this realm by thousands of years, and when it comes to love the cruel fact is reinforced. Reincarnation doesn't exist on this plane. They lose their wives to death with no hope of reuniting. Yet they continue to accept others for whatever time they have together. Save for Cole. His love for his last wife still burns in his soul four centuries after her death.

When the service they render to the noblemen of Cornerstone Deep brings him face to face with Anna, something unexpected happens.  In a realm of silent souls, hers calls to him.  He responds with a kiss—one that joined with the spell of servitude she inhaled, binds her soul.  

Breaking ancient covenants, angering the lords, and bringing the gods' wrath upon him, Cole tries desperately to undo his wrong and free his love—despite the determination of the nobleman to keep her.

~ * ~

“My life is a mirage of endless time. But you in this moment engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.”

Book two

Cornerstone Deep Echoes - blurb

Mianna’s return heals Cole’s soul and he promises to follow her for the rest of his existence.  But the past isn’t what he believes.  The fight for her has only begun.

Lord Dressen’s obsession grows as unexpected knowledge is revealed.  His search for Mianna has spanned six life times and he won’t give up now.  The courts stand behind him.  Power pulses through his veins.  Determination peeks and not even Cole Shilo can stop him.  He will win his prize.

Struggling to stay ahead, Cole’s anger explodes.  Nothing is sacred when it comes to keeping his love—not even covenants made with gods.  But, through all his efforts, lofty or damned, the truth remains.  Will echoes of another life cause him to fail?

~ * ~

“Every breath you take is a song to my soul.” 

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Cornerstone Deep excerpt

Cole clutched at the crystal vase as he headed down the hall. Even though logic told him Anna’s true identity would be hidden, he couldn’t harness his anticipation at the thought of getting to know her. Instincts revealed a shadow of her personality. And that was enough to start.

The noonday sun’s rays poured through the window and filled her guestroom with warmth. His heart immediately wrapped around the serene setting, and he smiled as he set the gathered roses on the table. He glanced at the bed. It was empty. “Anna?”

 He cautiously stepped to the bathroom and peered inside the open door.

Anna looked up from her seat at the vanity. Her gown lay  at her feet and she held a folded towel on her lap.

“Are you okay?”

“Where’s Clair?”

Cole glanced to the side. Clair? Recollection lighted his mind. Dressen’s assigned aide. He returned his gaze and consciously made an effort to keep his eyes from wandering her unveiled body. “Clair’s not here.”

She looked at the bathing area. “Clair told me not to run a bath. She’s supposed to help me.”

“I see.” He pulled the curtain to the tub aside. “You can take a shower. It won’t flood the room. Just don’t stop the drain as for a bath.”

He turned the faucet on, selecting a comfortable temperature. “Just—take a shower instead—of a bath.” He cringed at his poorly executed statement, but his nerves danced at her exposure.

She stood and set the towel on the vanity.

He averted his eyes but his peripheral vision betrayed his intention. Heat flushed his skin and his muscles tightened. He took a deep breath. He hadn’t expected this. A sleepy awakening, a presenting of flowers, mild conversation, but not this.

She gingerly stepped inside and Cole pulled the curtain behind her. He sighed, closing his eyes. How awkward. His attraction to her was too strong to begin their acquaintance in the nude. I’d better leave.

She pulled the curtain aside and blinked back at him.

He threw his gaze at the unexpected action. Sprinkles of water sparkled on her skin. His flush deepened and his voice cracked. “Is—Is something wrong?”

“If Clair isn’t here to help me bathe, are you?”

His stomach knotted. “You want me to help you bathe?”

“She said I did it wrong.”

An insecure breath passed his lips as the urge to join her flew through him. Calm down. Think rationally. He retreated, knowing this situation would lead to something he would regret. His desire goaded him and want pulled his gaze down her petite form. Wrong thing to do. Anticipation pooled in his stomach.

Glancing away, he briefly considered the options. He felt her attention on him, innocent, unyielding.

Don’t look down. He hesitated then locked his eyes to view her cherubic face. Again, wrong thing to do. The pull that had called to him in the alley nearly overpowered him. He took a deep breath, clenched his teeth then focused on the waterfall above her head. He turned the lever to lighten the flow and smiled. “Better?”

She turned and her shoulder brushed his chest, dampening his shirt with the warmth. He swallowed hard at the pulse that flew from her touch to his core. The weight of his gaze seemed to force him to view her bare back. The gentle slope of her waist. The roundness of her firm

buttocks.

God, Anna. He wanted to take every part of her. Regardless of the consequences. Temper this. He’d controlled himself under more pressing circumstances. He could do this—hold to his

conviction to keep her safe. All he had to do was remember the possible harm. No joining, and he wouldn’t allow her to complete the spell. He grimaced at the thought. Mianna handled it fine. But in Anna’s state, he wondered. What would it do to her if she performed it on a wizard, anyway? She wouldn’t be prepared for the experience. The shock could be traumatic, even harmful. He set his mind. It would not come to that.

She turned back to him and it nearly destroyed his conviction. Her full breasts gleamed with moisture, her nipples taut as the water splashed over them. She looked at him with question.

He cleared his throat and stepped in, fully clothed.

“Um, Anna?” He couldn’t keep his gaze from following the water flow down her body. The heady ignition of lust hit him. His heart thumped against his rib cage. His blood pooled deep in his groin.

He cleared his throat again, and decided to forgo any conversation. His mind couldn’t make intelligent conversation if he had to. He reached for the soap. It slid silkily up her arm. He

watched it leave a glistening trail as he led it over her collar and to her chest. Biting his lips together, he inched the suds down around the curves of her breasts. “We don’t need to rush

this.” His whisper came before he realized he’d spoken.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as her body relaxed.

Her acceptance fueled his desire and control waned. One touch. He held his breath and let the sweet lavender soap slip from his hand. Suds washed away. Gently cupping her breast, he lifted it to torture his thirst. Take it. His lips parted. Only a taste. A moment to remember. Only to sedate the craving.

All restraint fled. He pulled her to him. His conscience offered weak rebuke. Too much. He paid no heed. His hand slipped down her hip and around to her inner thigh. All the time he’d dreamed of their love, their hunger for each other, condensed in that moment of need. Holding her threw him to years long-past. To their love, their union and consummation. He’d never experienced anything as pure since Mianna, and he instantly became lost in her. It was intoxicating.

He brushed his lips to meet hers with an eager kiss. Water cascaded through their hair, drumming a mesmerizing rhythm. Cole leaned her against the shower wall and lowered his body to brush along hers. Wrong thing to do! She pressed into his movement.

“Oh, God. I want you.” His heated breath bathed the dip of her neck. His tongue swirled the water from her skin.

She cried with delectation. Sweet breaths pleaded for more. Her leg rose to his hip and restraint drowned. Want raged at her offering. I can stop it before the spell takes effect. I can break the

symbol when it’s formed. I can…

Anna’s hands flew to his back. Fingers and thumbs met. Stop now! The symbol is formed. His hunger, unquenched, became ravenous. A growl ripped from his chest.

She took a deep breath.

You must stop it now!

Anna cried, “Unsigh,”

The spell began its charge through him with a surge. In a fit of forced severing, he pushed himself away and broke the triadic symbol.

“Colhart!”

He shuddered as he braced himself against the ledge of the tub. He clenched his jaw to repel his intense craving. “God, Anna.” He spoke through his teeth, his voice barely audible.

He wiped a hand down his face and looked up at her rapturous countenance. Waves of euphoria echoed from her as she slowly slid to the bottom of the tub, panting sighs of pleasure.  His senses drowned in the emotions emitted.

Cole grunted to vent his arrest. That was too close. This couldn’t happen again.

~ * ~

Cole trudged down the hall of the east wing. Trails of water followed every step and his boots squished with tiny bubbles from the saturated soles. His black hair hung over his face and clung to his head and neck. He set an uneasy course to his room.

James trotted down the stairs to the second landing and halted with a look of disbelief. “Wh—what happened to you?”

Cole released a heavy sigh. “Dear, God, James. Anna wanted a bath.”

James seemed to struggle to hold back his chuckle, but it burst out anyway. “Don’t tell me. You helped her take a shower—in your clothes.”

He scowled. “I knew I’d do more than what I did if I hadn’t.”

“And,” James crossed his formidable arms, “Did the clothes help?” His hardly concealed his mirth.

Cole looked to the side. “Barely.”

“You know, there’s nothing wrong with being with her. But I’d be careful with her performing Mianna’s spell. In her condition, use of it on a wizard could be too much for her.”

“My thoughts exactly. But, do you realize how much control it took to stop it when it got to that point? Even with,” he held out his wet arms, “this I was lucky to end it when I did.”

James lowered his gaze and pursed his lips. “I see.”

Cole’s demeanor softened. “Besides, I know she’s only responding to my touch. It’s all instinctive. I want it to be more than that.” He shook his hands, causing his sleeves to

flap around his arms. “I need a drink.”

“Well, you’re getting the carpet all wet.”

He scoffed. “I’m really worried about the carpet right now.”

With a grin, James fanned his hands. Cole’s saturated wear snapped into crisp threads as the water evaporated and left him dry.

He smoothed his hair with his hands, combing the strands with his fingers. “Thanks.”

“You’d better put off that drink. We have company.” James set his hands at his waist. “It seems Elaina’s sister is here for a visit.”

Despite his condition, Cole immediately registered the threat. “What?”

“That’s right. I’ve already sent Elaina to talk with her in the parlor, and Vincent is pacing the study. I was running you down to join us. You didn’t answer my call.”

Cole glanced at his watch. Dry now, but surely soaked from the shower when James tried to contact him.

James turned for the stairs. “And Cole, she might already know about our nature.”

A glower crossed his face and he followed his brother.

Upon entering the study, Cole quickly took his seat. “Eko silyst.”

James flew his hand over the Utopian.

Vincent paced the length of the room jaw set and fists clinched, sparks crackling along his fingers.

“Sit down, Kid. Don’t lose it.”

~ * ~

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Title: Virgin Dancer
Author: Deborah Court
Source: Requested Review
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Format: Novella
Release date: April 19, 2012

Guest post with author Christine DePetrillo + giveaway

Please welcome Christine DePetrillo!

What if you were at death’s door? What if the next breath you took was destined to be your last? What if a tall, dark, and handsome stranger offered to save you? What if that offer came with strings attached?

Would you take the offer or would you choose to die?

Fortunately, we don’t live in a world where we have to make such decisions. We are, after all, mere mortals, bound by the rules of the natural world. We are born. We live. We die. We’re no different than a flower, beginning as a seed, bursting through the ground, flourishing under the sun, drinking in the rain, withering when our time is done.

Or are we?

Believers in reincarnation support the notion that when a body dies, the soul seeks out a new body, a new life. Pythagoras, the Greek philosopher and mathematician, taught the soul was immortal, merely residing in the body and therefore capable of surviving death. He believed the soul underwent a series of rebirths. Between death and rebirth the soul is purified in the Underworld. Only when the soul completes several cycles can it leave the reincarnation cycle.

I once read somewhere that “woman” was the highest form of reincarnation. Seems to make sense to me. We all love our sexy male heroes, but let’s face it, we females are much more evolved. Sometimes don’t you just feel as if you’ve been around for a looong time, as if you’ve seen it all, heard it all before? Probably because you have, dear sister. You’ve got an old soul inside you. One that is wise, worldly, and has most likely kicked some serious butt along the way.

So, for right now, you’re alive. Who knows if your soul is at the end of its cycle or if you’ve got many revolutions left to go? The important thing is to enjoy the ride…or rides as it were.  

My character, Holly Brimmer, is offered a second ride after a horrible car accident causes her death. Find out what she decides to do in my paranormal romance, ABRA CADAVER, from The Wild Rose Press.

Blurb:

Holly Brimmer never expected to be brought back from the dead. After a fatal car crash, a mysterious stranger gives her a second chance at life—but it comes with a price. To stay alive she must pay it forward, accomplish an important deed, thus making her mark in the world. Until she does, her savior is bound to her. Now she has a backyard full of dead bodies and one unwanted houseguest.

Keane Malson kills bad guys to keep the innocent alive, but he’s still a monster. Cursed by a witch moments before an honorable death on the battlefield, he’s lived thousands of years, roaming from place to place with no end in sight. It’s a lonely life…until he meets Holly.

When a wanted man targets Holly, Keane will do anything to protect her, even if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Excerpt:

Slowly, Keane sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Holly was enchanted by the way the black strands fell back into place. Her fingers literally itched with the need to feel Keane’s hair against her own skin so she stuffed her hands underneath her legs.

Keane slid his legs off the bed and, holding onto the headboard, he stood. Holly edged off the bed as well and prepared to support him. He held out a hand as if to tell her to give him a minute. He took a few steps deeper into the room and turned around.

“Feel better?” Sweet Mary, he looked better. Damn perfect standing at his full height and rubbing his stomach with his hand.

“Much.” He came to stand in front of her. He was close enough for her to wrap her arms around him, but she didn’t. “Don’t let me do that again, okay? I felt human for a few moments drinking that beer, but it’s not worth the pain.”

“Guess you need tighter supervision.” A heat washed over Holly’s cheeks as she glanced up. His eyes were back to the brilliant sky blue, his skin flawlessly pale.

“Yes, Miss Brimmer. That’s exactly what I need.” He grinned, and Holly forgot the rules.

Where to buy:

ABRA CADAVER is available at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon for your Kindle, All Romance Ebooks, or by visiting my website at www.christinedepetrillo.weebly.com. You can also find me at The Roses of Prose blog on the 4^th and 14^th of every month, and I’d love be friends with you on Facebook and Twitter!

I’m giving away one copy of ABRA CADAVER to one lucky reader. Tell me what you’d do if you were offered a second chance at life. Would you take it?

Wondering if love can last an eternity? Check in with Drake and Arielle of Night Eternal as they exchange love poems at www.nighteternal.weebly.com.

Toodles,

Christine

Bitten’s She-Wolf Pack Thursday Review for May – EDGE OF PASSION (Cloak Warriors #1) by Tina Folsom

EDGE OF PASSION (Cloak Warriors #1)

TINA FOLSOM

Published:  March 7, 2012

Paranormal Romance

Novel, ebook

Supplied by Author for an honest review

Able to render themselves invisible, immortal Cloak Warriors like Aiden have been protecting humans from the dark power of the Demons of Fear for centuries. But the demons might soon have a powerful tool in their hands to seduce humans to the dark side. And the person to provide them with this elixir is the human scientist Leila. Unbeknownst to her, the drug she’s developing to cure Alzheimer’s Disease has the unexpected side effect of weakening the mind’s resistance to the influence of demons.

The Council of Cloak Warriors is divided, some of them believing the only safe way to eradicate this threat is to eliminate its inventor; others are bent on protecting the human scientist. Aiden is a loyal Cloak Warrior who accepts the assignment to protect her, despite his own beliefs that humans can’t be trusted. However, when her life is endangered, his beliefs shift, and he’s drawn into a battle whose participants are unknown: is he fighting the demons or his fellow Cloak Warriors?

Forbidden desire flares between Aiden and Leila as they are forced to rely on the only people they can trust: each other. And even if he can save her and defeat their enemies, a union between them might be the most dangerous undertaking of all.

Guest romance author Paty Jager + giveaway

 Please welcome romance author Paty Jager

My current release is the third book of a trilogy set among the Nez Perce of NE Oregon. These books came about after an editor said she’d like to see more historical paranormal. Having written historical westerns I felt the only paranormal element that made sense to me was incorporating Native American spirits into a book. And out of that thought came Spirit of the Mountain , Spirit of the Lake and Spirit of the Sky.

The spirit entity in these books is all a figment of my imagination, but it felt real to me. My fascination with the Native American culture, their healing herbs, chants, legends, myths, and vision quest all primed my imagination when I came up with the spirit siblings who are the main characters in the books.

In the first book, Spirit of the Mountain, I use the vision quest as the means to bring the chief's daughter to talk with a white wolf, Himiin(Wolf), the hero and spirit of the mountain. In her vision quest, her weyakin(the spirit who visits her) is a white wolf. So when her life is thrown upside down by her believing her vision quest means she must marry a warrior from the enemy Blackfeet tribe, she feels talking to the wounded white wolf she encounters is natural. When he turns into a handsome warrior, doing her duty becomes harder as she must leave the mountain and spirit of her heart.

The second book, Spirit of the Lake, has Wewukiye (Bull Elk) as the hero. He is the white wolf's younger brother and a spirit as well. He lives in the lake as the antlered legend who comes out of the lake and takes bad children. Yet he is the fun loving practical joker of the three sibling spirits. In his book, he befriends a Nimiipuu maiden who has been raped by a Whiteman and becomes pregnant, but the band pretends to not believe her to avoid trouble and perhaps being tossed from their land because the treaty which took away their land was not signed by Old Joseph, yet the government believes the other chiefs who signed spoke for all the Nez Perce.

Sa-qan (Bald Eagle) is the youngest of the three. In Spirit of the Sky, she soars in the sky above all the Nimiipuu land watching over them. In the third book, she is desperately trying to keep the Nimiipuu from annihilation as the U.S. Army chases them from their homes on a four month, 1400 mile trek where they fall short of freedom and end up on reservations far from home. During the campaign she falls in love with a cavalry officer and together they try to save the Nimiipuu.

Each book is laced with factual information about the Nez Perce and their day to day lives, yet it is the fictional spirits that bring the stories to life and show the deep seated feeling of the Nez

 Perce.

Blurb for Spirit of the Sky

     To save her from oppression, he must save her whole tribe. To give her his heart, he must desert his career…

     When the US Army forces the Nimiipuu from their land, Sa-qan, the eagle spirit entrusted with watching over her tribe, steps in to save her mortal niece. Challenging the restrictions of the spirit world, Sa-qan assumes human form and finds an unexpected ally in a handsome cavalry officer.
    Certain she is a captive, Lt. Wade Watts, a Civil War veteran, tries to help the blonde woman he finds sheltering a Nez Perce child. While her intelligent eyes reveal she understands his language, she refuses his help. But when Wade is wounded, it is the beautiful Sa-qan who tends him. Wade wishes to stop the killing—Sa-qan will do anything to save her people.
    Can their differences save her tribe? Or will their love spell the end of the Nimiipuu?

Excerpt:

  She smiled and his heart leapt into his throat. He thought her beautiful from the first moment he saw her standing in the river fiercely protecting the child, but watching her tense face relax and smile, he was smitten. A light and pleasing calm washed over him for the first time in a very long time. He could only bask in the moment briefly. They were enemies.

    “I am from the sky, and I watch over the Nimiipuu.” She nodded her head and flashed him with yet another smile. “You may call me Angel.”

    “Only if you call me Wade.”

     She nodded. “Let me check your wounds. You have moved around.”

     “Why are you taking such good care of me when your warriors left me for dead?”

     Her sunshine gaze peered straight into his eyes. “You saved my niece at the village and the wounded from the Bannock scout. You do not have the thirst to kill like the other soldiers.” She bowed her head and removed the blood encrusted bandage from his shoulder. “The Nimiipuu need you.”

     Her touch warmed his body, tingling the areas around his wounds. He glanced at her small, delicate hands hovering over his injuries. He shut his eyes, and then opened them. Her hands shimmered as if in a fog. His pain subsided, in fact, his body felt well rested.

     A soft lyrical chant rose from her lips as she continued to hover her hands over his wounds. Her eyes remained closed, her light lashes resting on her sun-kissed cheeks. He’d never seen a woman as beautiful as this. He had to learn her true origins and return her to her family.

Buy Link:

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=191&products_id=4850

Bio:

Wife, mother, grandmother, and the one who cleans pens and delivers the hay; award winning author Paty Jager and her husband currently ranch 350 acres when not dashing around visiting their children and grandchildren. She not only writes the western lifestyle, she lives it.

She is a member of RWA, EPIC , and COWG. She’s had eleven books and a short story published so far and is venturing into the new world of self-publishing ebooks. 

Her contemporary Western, Perfectly Good Nanny won the 2008 Eppie for Best Contemporary Romance and Spirit of the Mountain, a historical paranormal set among the Nez Perce, garnered 1^st place in the paranormal category of the Lories Best Published Book Contest. Spirit of the Lake was a finalist in the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence.

You can learn more about her at her blog; www.patyjager.blogspot.com  her website; http://www.patyjager.net or on Facebook; https://www.facebook.com/#!/paty.jager and twitter;  @patyjag.

Contest!  I’m giving away a $5 Amazon gift certificate to one lucky commenter.

Blog Tour Contest! Each blog stop has a picture of an eagle in the post. Follow the tour and send me the number of different pictures you saw while following the tour. To learn where I”ll be go to my blog(http://www.patyjager.blogpsot.com) or website(http://www.patyjager.net) If there is more than one correct entry I’ll draw a winner on May 21^st  to receive a $25 gift certificate to either Barnes and Nobles or Amazon, a handmade custom ereader cover, and chocolate. Send your entry number to: patyjag@gmail.com by May 21^st.

Demonically Tempted (Frostbite #2) by Stacey Kennedy

Title: Demonically Tempted (Frostbite #2)
Author: Stacey Kennedy
Source: Author request
Genre: Paranormal romance & urban fantasy
Length: Novella

Guest author Deborah Court

Please welcome romance author Deborah Court 

Step into my World

By Deborah Court

Before I started to write myself, I worked as an editor and translator of romance novels. It was the job of my dreams, since I've always enjoyed reading, and this gave me not only the opportunity to enjoy many books from different genres, but also enabled me to get to know how they are structured, what is elemental to a story. More importantly, I learned what readers expect from a book. A plot and interesting characters are elementary, but the real challenge for a good story is that it's supposed to take the reader into another world for the entire length of it, starting from page one.

It's all about escapism. God knows we need it nowadays, especially young people who struggle with getting a decent education and a career, or hard-working mothers who run their families like a tireless, multi-tasking robot each day. They have a job, loads of housework, take care of their children and elderly family members while they often neglect their own wishes and needs. I have learned that those women are my most faithful readers; they give me incredible, heartwarming feedback. "Thank you for helping me escape for a while," is something I often read in my readers' messages, and to me as a writer, it's the biggest compliment imaginable.

But is escapism a good or bad thing? (Naturally, escape can also be experienced through watching movies, TV shows or other forms of entertainment, but being an author, I'd like to talk about books for now.) There are people who'd argue that such avid readers prefer to live in their own worlds - or, in the case of a fiction book, in a world a writer created for them. But this world, whether it's fantastic or very close to reality, lingers on in their minds long after they finish reading; it feeds their own inner world, the childlike part of their soul that's still able to be in utter awe of a breathtaking sight, believing that whatever they are craving for can actually happen. Sometimes astonishing creativity blooms after readers lose themselves in a compelling story - there are myriads of talented fan fiction writers and artists online who got motivated by a book they particularly liked in the first place.

Now this can't possibly be a bad thing, can it? Don't have a bad conscience if you like to escape for a while. We all need to from time to time. You've earned your own private fantasy, and it will give you renewed strength to face life when you need to get out of bed in the morning. Because the world you found in a book will linger inside you, still filling you with joyous wonder and hope long after you turned the last page.

*****

Deborah Court, author of the bestselling epic fantasy romance, "Bound to the Prince", lives in a picturesque European small town. A health professional by day, at night she loves to write romances about elven warriors of deadly beauty, capable of making a woman die from sheer pleasure - or stories to awaken the deepest, most secret fantasies of her readers.

For news, fun & excerpts, visit Deborah's homepage:

http://www.deborahcourt.com

Want to escape even more? Deborah Court's new romance, "Virgin Dancer", is available on Amazon now.

http://www.amazon.com/Virgin-Dancer-ebook/dp/B007W5PFFQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1334997054&sr=1-1

Jade, a small town girl who has recently moved to New York to become a professional ballet dancer, is wildly determined to lose her virginity. She goes to a Lower East Side club and celebrates her birthday with friends - fully intending to choose the most handsome, charismatic man she'll meet there to introduce her to the art of love that night. Instantly she falls for the tall blond Swedish sex god who owns the club, pretending to be a pole dancer who wants to apply for a job. But Alrik has secrets of his own, and soon Jade gets entangled in a web of danger, mystery and relentless passion ...

Excerpt:

"So beautiful," he said, and his deep, rich voice sent shivers down her spine. "I still wonder if I should take advantage of this situation. After all, you're just a girl who wanted to find herself a lover tonight." He laughed to himself as he bowed down to her, moving his body over hers. Resting his weight on his elbows, his skin was just inches away from Jade's, nearly covering her. She only needed to arch her back, and her breasts would graze his skin.

Holding her captive with his pale, clear eyes, he stared down at her. "You can't even imagine how much I'd like to take you now." When she gasped, he continued. "Look at you. You want it, too, don't you, Jade? This is what you came here for."

Desperate with want, she closed her eyes, unable to speak a word. Suddenly, she felt his breath on the sensitive side of her neck, and she involuntarily tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Then, his lips were on her, leaving a searing mark
on her skin. She moaned when she felt his tongue, barely touching as if he only
wanted to taste her. A soft moan escaped her when he covered her neck with more
of his sinful kisses, alternating with gentle bites that made her finally give
up, yielding to his seduction.

The knowledge of being bound and helpless excited her more than she would have expected, and she turned her head to look into his eyes, ready to beg him if he wanted it. She found that the expression of his eyes wasn't cold anymore, but seemed to burn with a fire that threatened to destroy her.

"Beware, little virgin," he said. "I might be too much for you."

*****

Cover Reveal with Ann Mayburn + giveaway

Join us in welcoming multi-genre author Ann Mayburn once again to BBPR as she reveals the cover for her upcoming sequel to Daughter of Lust, Princess of Lust

Cover Lover

It’s no great secret that I’m an absolute cover whore. I love getting new covers for my books, it’s one of my favorite things about being an author. I also print out every one of my covers and frame it to hang around my computer desk for ‘finish the damn book so you can get a pretty cover’ inspiration. After all of the blood, sweat, and lack of sleep that goes into writing a book, I adore the moment that my book gets a ‘face’ to show to the rest of the world.

It’s also no great secret that I drive my cover artists batshit crazy. ;) I’m a demanding, nit picky, pain in the ass who has been known to stress out about the smallest details, like the shadow of a blade of grass on a guys stomach that makes it look like he has a weird curvy shadow from an erection. Ok, maybe it didn’t look like that to anyone else, but it did to me.

One of my publisher’s, Decadent Publishing, recently gave me the opportunity to do the cover for my short story collection, Prides of the Moon. I adore art and have always wished I could draw free hand, but the best thing I can do is stick figure theater. Fortunately, with today’s art programs anyone who has the desire, drive, and a bit of natural talent can teach themselves the techniques used for making digital art. Decadent saw my work on my webpage, trading cards, etc. and had enough confidence in me to know if I didn’t feel like I could do the cover justice, I’d throw in the towel and call in a professional cover artist.

Authors and Their Pets day 8 with Bri Clark and her Vixen Cat

Please welcome Bri Clark and her vixen cat!

Yes you read that post right. It's a hard realization when you figure it out.

But the worse part is my husband is infatuated with her too. Which how can I blame him.

She's much smaller than me.
I'm taller than him.
She's also petite.
I'm very curvy.
Oh and she's lithe with long shiny black hair and green eyes.And I have short blond hair and gray eyes.

I mean how do I compete with that! The worst part is she was supposed to be my friend. And to top it all off I even have pictures of the debauchery.

She is hopelessly devoted to him.
She even throws herself at his feet.
I mean like I'm ever going to do that.

Oh and I caught her actually trying to wear my lingerie!
The nerve!

When he is working you look up and there she is having his back. You don't even know she's there. She's a lithe wench.

And when we are in the bed pillow talking you look up and there she is! Slivery little vixen.

But boy she has some nasty habits. Oh brother...When I got this shot. I knew I had her! I knew it would be the end of any pursuit. Because what man wants a female that nasty!

Sadly I was wrong. He said I never let her kiss me anyway.

Have any of you other women had to deal with a pushy female?




















I hope ya'll liked my little play on words with a dash of sassy humor. But really that's what a good author does. When they write a story it's in a way that draws you in, makes you feel, whether that is humor, excitement, love, pain, or anger. The sign of a great writer is a story you never see coming.I love connecting with new people. You can find me on social media on anyone of those buttons beneath my name. 

Thank you so much for letting me share my post on my little hussy cat. She truly is my slivery vixen and I love having her be a part of my family.

Bri Clark

Literary Strategist/Consultant/Author/Speaker

bri@belleconsult.com

belleconsult.com

Maeve da Paer has lived her life free from the restrictions of the world of sorcery and the Board of Witchery hidden behind the combined protection of her grandparents powerful clan magic—and a lie. Although her life has not been worry free, it is when all that desperation and grief cause her to cast her most powerful spell ever…a spell that will end the pain before it begins on the powerful All Hallows Eve.

Fionn Hughes, an immortal tracker, former heir to a powerful clan of time warlocks is on a mission to restore his honor—instead he finds Maeve da Paer. Following the scent of Gardenias and Honey Suckle, he discovers the last Scent Witch. It’s only after she almost takes off his ear that something more stirs, eventually changing his mission from one of duty to one of need.

What will Fionn do when he finds out Maeve plans to cancel out her own existence? Will he be strong enough to stop her?