Gypsy’s Wolf ~ Blog Tour, Excerpt & GiveAway

gypsyGypsy’s Wolf
Stormy Glenn, Lynn Hagen, Olivia Black,
Bellann Summer, Jess Buffett,
Alex Carreras, Leah Blake,
Cree Storm, Evelise Archer,
E. A. Reynolds, Aeryn Jaden,
Jane Wallace-Knight, Amara Lebel,
Jordan Ashton, Berengaria Brown,
Skye Michaels, Sydney Lain,
Rennie Leigh, Frey Ortega,
Andrew Jericho, Felicia Fern,
Grace Ryles, Hennessee Andrews,
Shea Balik, and Lyssa Samuels

Genre: Erotic MM Paranormal, Vampires, Werewolves Romance, Man Love
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Date of Publication: April 30th, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-63259-397-9
Number of pages: 186 pages
Word Count: 52,132
Cover Artist: Jess Buffett

Book Description:

One story, 25 authors, infinite possibilities…

Quad McDaniel’s life changed forever the night he was attacked by a wolf. Now, he turns furry every full moon. Avoiding red meat and anything that makes him aggressive is his prime goal in life. But when his convertible breaks down in some Podunk town, becoming the beast within is no longer a choice. It’s instinctive.

Gypsy Govanivinch just wants to live a quiet life in Trinity Valley, running his roadhouse tavern. He doesn’t need an overly aggressive shifter coming into his town and messing with his peaceful little world, no matter how gorgeous the man looked.

Life never asked Quad or Gypsy what they wanted. It simply gave them what they needed, whether they agreed or not. Fate brought them together but it’s up to Quad and Gypsy to stay alive long enough to appreciate what they’ve been given. And when others work to prevent that, fighting together might be the only chance they have of surviving.

Available at Bookstrand

100% of proceeds will be donated to charity

Excerpt:

Quad McDaniel threw his cell phone into the passenger seat and banged his head repeatedly against the steering wheel of his black Mercedes SL600 Roadster convertible. He couldn’t believe that his brand new car had broken down. He had just bought the damn thing two days ago.
So much for the perfect car!
And now his cell phone wouldn’t get any reception. Could his day get any worse?
He climbed from his car, slamming the door closed hard behind him in frustration. Looking around, he couldn’t see much in the dark, except for some glowing lights off in the distance. Resigned to his fate, Quad locked the car door and began walking toward the light.
When he reached the parking lot, he gazed up at the tavern sign…GG’s Roadhouse. Well, damn, he was in redneck hell. The multitude of pickup trucks and motorcycles in the gravel parking lot should have told him this.
He heard loud music spill into the parking lot when a man dressed in tight jeans and a sleeveless flannel shirt walked outside. Quad knew his day wasn’t going to get any better when he watched the guy climb into his souped-up truck. He could only pray that there was a pay phone inside.

Like those exist anymore.
He walked into the two-story roadhouse, stopping briefly right inside the doorway to look around the interior. He was actually surprised at how nice the place seemed. The first floor of the large room seemed to be broken into different sections. To the right of him was a large wooden bar that ran almost the entire length of the east wall with several intimate tables near the far end.
Directly in front of him was a large wooden dance floor that went all the way to the far wall. The ceiling directly above the dance floor was two stories high with a wooden beamed ceiling and a large mirror that went from the first floor to the balcony on the second floor. To the front right corner of the dance floor was a DJ booth and karaoke setup. He could see several people dancing on the dance floor to the loud beat of the southern rock music playing.
Looking toward the second floor, he could see that it was in the shape of a square with the balcony overlooking the dance floor in the middle. There were also several tables and booths on the second floor, as well as pool tables. A few of those tables were being used by bikers and rednecks.
On each side of the dance floor on the back wall was a set of double doors leading out onto a wooden deck overlooking a clear blue lake. The second floor had double doors that he assumed led out to a balcony covering the deck.
Looking up the wide, wooden stairway to the left of the bar, he could see that directly above him must be the management offices, and below them, the restrooms. Just beyond the bathrooms, he could hear sounds coming from what he assumed was a working kitchen.
All in all, it was a pretty sweet setup. If this place were in his neighborhood, it would be an upper class restaurant. He could envision it with upscale clientele, waiters dressed in white shirts and ties, and a top class chef. It would make a lot of money. Too bad it was in the middle of nowhere, filled with rednecks and leather-clad bikers.
Quad strode toward the bar and took a seat at one of the vacant bar stools. He lifted his hand to signal the bartender and lost his train of thought. The sexiest man he’d ever laid eyes on stood at the other end of the bar.
He couldn’t have been more than five foot six and maybe a whopping one hundred and forty-five pounds. The stranger wasn’t a skinny bean poll like most of the twinks Quad knew. In fact, as far as he could tell, the bartender had lean muscle in all the right places. The man also had a seductive, wild beauty about him that called deeply to the primal alpha male in Quad.
Wisps of tendrils escaped the silken mass of long, braided snow-white hair and caressed the sides of his perfect high cheekbones. There was both a delicacy and a strength in his face. Pale green eyes were ringed by black lashes. His lips were full and rounded over even, white teeth, and smooth skin glowed with golden undertones.
Shapely thighs and a firm ass tapered into long straight legs. The man’s tight, faded blue jeans rode low on his hips. A ribbed, black tank top barely covered him from his collarbone down to just above his bellybutton. A thick, studded, black belt drew Quad’s attention to the man’s tight, flat muscular abdomen.
Quad’s tongue almost fell out of his mouth when he spotted the little piercing in the twink’s bellybutton, which was encircled with a sunburst type tattoo. Oh, man, would he love to nibble on that.
A Celtic tattoo encircled one of the man’s smooth, left arms. That made two tattoos that Quad could see. He wondered how many more the gorgeous little man had. He would give almost anything to go on a treasure hunt and find each and every one.
“What’ll it be, honey?” Mr. Sexy asked with a silky, southern accent. His voice alone could mesmerize Quad. It was sexy and smooth, like aged whiskey. He could listen to him talk all day long. Quad wondered briefly if the man would sound the same during sex.
“Hey, honey, you just going to stare at me all day, or you gonna order something?”
Quad just stared. He didn’t even blink when the little twink waved a hand in front of his face. He was too busy envisioning what he wanted to do to the man on any available flat surface.
“Honey, you okay?”

 

About the Authors:

25 of Siren Publishing’s hottest ManLove authors have come together to bring you a paranormal story with intrigue, wolf shifters, elves, magic, and a mating so sizzling hot, it took 25 authors just to write it.

Stormy Glenn, Lynn Hagen, Jess Buffett, Alex Carreras, Olivia Black, Leah Blake, Cree Storm, Evelise Archer, E. A. Reynolds, Aeryn Jaden, Jane Wallace-Knight, Amara Lebel, Jordan Ashton, Berengaria Brown, Skye Michaels, Sydney Lain, Rennie Leigh, Frey Ortega, Bellann Summer, Andrew Jericho, Felicia Fern, Grace Ryles, Hennessee Andrews, Shea Balik, and Lyssa Samuels

 

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Spotlight & GiveAway: The Hyena Heat Series by R.E. Butler

The Hyena Heat Series

 

every sunset forever coverEvery Sunset Forever
Hyena Heat, #3
Release date – August 12th!

Raised by wolves, were-hyena Whisper Callahan has spent the better part of her life struggling to fit into a world where she’s the odd one out. Her adopted family loves her, of that she has no doubt, but now they’re encouraging her to connect with her own kind. At an annual gathering of unmated were-hyenas in Pennsylvania, Whisper finds herself torn between the past she never knew and the family who raised her as their own.

Were-hyenas Nyte, Azrael, and Fade don’t expect much to come from the gathering except a few days off from work at Stone’s Gym in Dalton, Kentucky. They don’t expect to follow the sound of tears and find their mate crying in the woods. And they certainly don’t expect to find themselves trying to protect her from her own family while she comes to terms with all that she learns about herself and her past. But hyenas are nothing if not protective of their mates, and they’re willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe. And keep her forever.

It wouldn’t be a Hyena Heat novel without plenty of hot m/f/m/m loving, three males that would do anything for their mate, and a female that is in need of love. Expect plenty of possessive behavior and excessive use of the word ‘mine’.

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Every Dawn ForeverEvery Dawn Forever
Hyena Heat, #2

When Orion and his were-hyena clan rescue a she-wolf hiding in a bus station bathroom, they had no idea that they would be staring into the tear-filled eyes of their mate. They’ll do anything to keep her safe and make her theirs forever, even if it means keeping her at arms’ length.

Sydney Nichols never believed she would know what freedom felt like until she found a way to escape her abusive mate. But before she escaped, her mate did something to her, and she’s unable to hide the effects of his tampering when the group is stranded overnight during a storm. When the truth comes out, will they forgive her and embrace their future, or will she lose the only good thing she’s ever had?
Contains m/f/m/m interaction.

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Every Night Forever Final Copy copyEvery Night Forever
Hyena Heat, #1

After narrowly avoiding a personal disaster, she-wolf Alyssa Morgan can’t wait to leave her wolf pack and start her life over. Trying to rebuild her shattered self-esteem, she swears off relationships. When she accepts a job at Stone’s gym, working for three hunky were-hyena brothers, she discovers the hardest thing she ever had to do wasn’t leaving her pack, but keeping them at arm’s length.

Dante, Cairo, and Mason Stone have been unlucky in love. As were-hyenas, they need to share a mate, and they hadn’t found the right woman… until Alyssa walks through the door. But the sweet she-wolf is anything but interested in a relationship with them. Oppressed within her wolf pack, she doesn’t see herself as worthy of their affection. When her life is threatened and they almost lose her, they decide it’s time to convince her that she is their mate and they are perfect for each other.

This story contains one she-wolf trying to find herself, three overprotective were-hyenas with love on their minds, m/f/m/m interaction, neck biting, and symbolic tattoos.

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 AUTHOR BIO:

RE Butler PicA Midwesterner by birth, R.E. spent much of her childhood rewriting her favorite books to include herself as the main character. Later, she graduated on to writing her own books after “retiring” from her day job as a secretary to become a stay-at-home mom.
When not playing with her kids, wrestling her dogs out the door, or cooking dinner for her family, you’ll find her typing furiously and growling obscenities to the characters on the screen.
Her best-selling series The Wolf’s Mate, Wiccan-Were-Bear, The Necklace Chronicles, Hyena Heat, Wilde Creek, and Ashland Pride are available now.

Connect with R.E.:
Website: http://www.rebutlerauthor.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/R.E.ButlerAuthorPage
Twitter: https://twitter.com/rebutlerauthor
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5332306.R_E_Butler


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Review & GiveAway: This Time (Moments #3)

ThisTimecoverThis Time (Moments, #3)
AUTHOR: Marie Hall
PUBLICATION DATE: May 11, 2014
GENRE: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

BLURB:
A phone call that changed our lives… 

I’ve lived my life in a daze, trying to save someone hell bent on destruction. But when my phone rings and I’m told that Angel, my on again off again boyfriend has OD’d for the second time in two years, I’m so numb. So tired. So when Tor Boler, the sexy Norwegian and drummer of Fok asks me to stay with him, I stay. We were friends and I needed to be held. To be loved. It was just supposed to be one night of reckless passion. One night where I could forget how screwed up my life had become. 

…a night of passion with far reaching consequences 

I’ve wanted Jamie Sullivan since the day she walked through my tattoo shop eight years ago. There’s a soulfulness to her blue eyes that reminds me of the arctic fjords of home. She calls to me. There’s only one problem standing in our way- Angel Romero. I want her, and she wants me too, she just doesn’t realize it yet. 

This time… we’ll get it right.

My Thoughts (spoiler free):

I have absolutely loved the entire Moments series and am soooo sorry to see it end.

Again Marie Hall takes on some hard issues and does it well; they were handled with realism and understanding. This is an emotional story with just enough angst/suspense to keep it engaging.

I’m glad to get Tor and Jamie’s story. The ups and downs of working through their growing relationship is definitely a journey, not to mention sexy and sensual.

I highly recommend This Time and the entire Moments series. I thought it ended the series well with all the ends tied up.

 

Other Books in Series

 

A Moment (Moments #1):

A chance meeting… Life didn’t turn out the way I’d ever hoped it would. I got pregnant at 14. Same year my mom got diagnosed with MS. Dad bailed on us and my life felt like it suddenly started to spiral out of control. I’m 21 now, I go to college, I work hard, trying to make something of myself. I wasn’t supposed to be at that burlesque bar Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t supposed to meet Ryan Cosgrove, but I did. And now nothing will ever be the same. Love born from pain… I’m a retired Marine, an MMA fighter, and when I was younger something terrible happened to me. Life is hard and I’m so tired of pretending its not. I’m in a burlesque bar, drowning my sorrows, trying to shut out the demons breathing down my neck always reminding me I’m not good enough. Then I see Liliana Delgado and something inside of me- something I’d thought long dead- stirs to life. I wonder… can she save me? I hope she can, because I don’t think I can save myself. This is our moment..

Right Now (Moments #2):

Sometimes in life….

Things were supposed to get better when Ryan met Lili. I was supposed to move on, get a life… but I’m stuck and lost. Things with my father are not good. There are demons in our closet, big ones. Ones I want to kill him for, I’m seeing a shrink, I’m trying to get better… but my life feels out of control, like I’m a raft adrift on the sea. I don’t know where to look, how to get anchored again, and then I meet Zoe Stone. Something about her draws me out of my rut, makes me laugh for real, smile, and for the first time in years I want to be more. But what will she think when she discovers who I really am?

…all we have…

When Alexander Donovan, aka The Golden Adonis, walks into my tattoo parlor, I know I’ll do anything to make that man mine. There’s an instant connection, a need to know more about him. Everything about him. But there’s also a mystery surrounding the guy, when people look at him they only see the man that laughs, that cracks jokes and makes the world think that everything’s okay, but I see the truth… I see the darkness that lurks so deep inside few would ever recognize it. I want to help him, I want to be with him, now I just have to make him trust me enough to let me in.

Is Right Now

I leaned my head back and thought about the boy who was no longer really a boy.
Alex was a man.
And a tall, really tall, one at that.
The moment I’d seen him walk through the door, my heart had constricted. Painfully. It’d taken me a second to catch my breath. I’d dreamed about him all through high school, watched as he took one girl after another out around town.
I doubted he remembered the girl working the popcorn counter at the theater, but every weekend there was always a new girl on his arm, a new girl kissing him and rubbing her horny little body all over his, and it was a miracle my teeth hadn’t become filed points as much as I’d ground them together.
And maybe it shouldn’t surprise me that he didn’t have a clue who I was; I no longer looked even remotely similar to the girl who’d graduated valedictorian of J.J. Baines High.
My fingers twitched as I remembered the feel of his body in my fist. He was big, and so damn hard my thighs had trembled.
Fire and static and electricity and whatever other chemical combustion had detonated inside me. I’d gone from zero to horny in two seconds the moment he’d walked in.
His hair had glinted so many different shades of blond, from white to burnished bronze, and all I wanted to do was touch it, run my fingers through it, wondering all the while if it was as soft as it’d looked.
One look into eyes that made me think of a sky right after a storm and I could no longer control myself. (my review)

AUTHOR BIO & LINKS:
Marie Hall is a New York Times Bestselling author who has always held a dangerous fascination for creatures that go bump in the night. And mermaids. And of course fairies. Trolls. Unicorns. Shapeshifters. Vampires. Scottish brogues. Kilts. Beefy arms. Ummm… Bad boys! Especially the sexy ones.
Then the day came she realized apart from the sexy bad boy she married, there’d be no vampires/shapeshifters/mermaids/fairies/or even stinky trolls in her future unless she wrote about them. More often than not she can be found roaming the wild, lush tropical forest she calls her backyard (a.k.a. Hawaii) and day dreaming constantly about her latest project.

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Exclusive M/M erotic PNR Excerpt & GiveAway: Shifting Sands (Strength of the Pack #4)

shifting sandsShifting Sands
Strength of the Pack Book 4
Joy Lynn Fielding
Genre: M/M paranormal erotic romance
Publisher: Siren BookStrand
Date of Publication: 27th March 2014
ISBN: 978-1-62741-494-4
Number of pages: 165
Word Count: 50,882
Cover Artist: Christine Kirchoff

Book Description:

The visit to Elk Ridge is supposed to be just another assignment for Tom Barrington. Then he encounters Bryce Reynolds, a generous, warmhearted cowboy who has the easiest smile he’s ever seen. It doesn’t take long for Tom to break all his rules and end up in Bryce’s bed.

Bryce Reynolds believes there’s no such thing as a hot politician, right up until he meets Tom Barrington. Tall, dark, and principled, Tom overturns all of Bryce’s prejudices, and Bryce starts to forget that he doesn’t do serious and he doesn’t do commitment.

As Bryce and Tom struggle to make sense of what’s happening between them, they’re drawn into a political battle—one which could affect the future of every shifter. And when long-buried secrets start coming to light, things turn deadly. Nothing will ever be the same again for the Elk Ridge pack.

Note: This is book 4 but it can be read as a standalone
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Exclusive excerpt for Darker Passions

“Did you get everything you need?” Bryce asked.

Tom looked over to find Bryce was pulling on a long-sleeved T-shirt. It was a real shame to see that body covered.

“I need to see the room where the meeting’s going to be held. I’ll put in a preliminary report tonight, and Jax, the head of Council security, will be here tomorrow. I’m sorry to say that he’s probably going to ask exactly the same questions I have, as well as a hell of a lot more.”

“Doesn’t sound the most efficient use of taxpayers’ money,” Bryce said, opening the kitchen door and holding it for Tom to follow him.

Tom shrugged noncommittally. He didn’t disagree, but at the same time, sometimes the only way to spot that there was something wrong was by comparing different versions of what they’d been told.

“We’ve only got two rooms that would be large enough for everyone,” Bryce said. “I don’t know whether Matt will go with the kitchen or the living room. Depends on how formal he’s feeling, I guess—or how much coffee everyone’s going to need.”

Tom nodded absently as he glanced around the kitchen again. It was wide open to the yard with those windows—any sniper would have a field day from the trees. There was a door that opened into a pantry and another to a small room crammed with boots and coats and a washer and dryer, which also had an external door. He frowned slightly as he saw the number of boots and the range of different sizes.

“How many of the pack actually live here?”

“All of us.”

He turned and stared at Bryce. “Doesn’t that get a bit claustrophobic?”

“Not so far,” he said. “Though at the rate we seem to be adding new members, that might change.”

“Colby’s not the only newcomer, then?”

Bryce settled himself back against the washing machine. Tom’s gaze was drawn to the way that showed off his long legs in those tight jeans, and then he found himself staring at the buckle of his belt, from where it was so easy to let his gaze drop the tiniest bit to notice the appealing way the denim bulged slightly.

“You may as well know up front—Jesse, our Argent, only joined us a few months ago.” Bryce’s voice broke into Tom’s cowboy fantasy, bringing his mind back onto why he was here. “He’d been on his own up till then.”

Tom was still not convinced that Jesse Turner really was an Argent, though he had more sense than to mention that fact to Bryce. “I’m guessing the councilors are going to want to know where he comes from,” he said, in what might just be the understatement of the century.

“Ya think?” Bryce’s lips curved into a smile.

“I’m not paid to do that,” Tom disclaimed. “I’m just the muscle.”

Bryce made a point of looking very slowly and appreciatively over his body. “You sure are,” he said, and then grinned at Tom in a way that made such a cheesy line somehow endearing. “I also think you’re selling yourself way short, for what it’s worth.”

Tom shrugged, uncomfortable with the feeling that Bryce actually meant what he said, rather than saying it just to flatter Tom. “So this other meeting room…” he suggested.

As he followed Bryce along the hallway, he wondered why Bryce’s obvious and repeated come-ons weren’t off-putting. He thought it was because, despite his lines, there was nothing sleazy about him. He was just putting it out there that he found Tom attractive, but not in a way that left Tom feeling uncomfortable. The fact Bryce was extremely easy on the eye didn’t hurt, of course.

 

About the Author:

Joy Lynn Fielding is a sucker for happy endings. She believes, however, that if characters don’t suffer along the way, they won’t fully appreciate being happy. Not all of her characters thank her for this viewpoint, but what do they know?

Joy lives in a small English market town, but also inhabits a number of fictional worlds at any one time, reflecting what she’s writing and what she’s reading. She has a tendency to share enthusiastically with anyone who will listen the latest fascinating facts she’s stumbled across in her research for books. Thankfully she has a very patient Labrador, who has a gift for looking as though he’s interested in what she’s saying while he waits for the food to arrive.

http://joyfielding.wordpress.com

https://www.facebook.com/joylynn.fielding

 

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Book Blast, Excerpt & $25 eGC GiveAway: Wolf’s Strenght by Ambrielle Kirk

WolfsStrength_CoverWolf’s Strength
Caedmon Wolves, #5

Tension grows between old rivals.

Cold-blooded murder sparks a feud between rivals that could lead to the deadliest civil war in Pack history. Alpha Devin Caedmon and his council are forced to risk all that is precious to protect their bloodline. Tristan Arnou, Caedmon’s rival, isn’t the only force trying to tear down the unity holding them together. The source of the threats must be eliminated before their entire race is destroyed.

Forbidden love burns like a wildfire.

There is one woman who Blake DeLuca loves more than anything else. Naomi Valentine. Despite the escalating battle and power struggles between their respective packs, the erotic fire between these two lovers has yet to be extinguished. Naomi’s heart belongs to Blake, but her allegiance lies with Arnou. She’s left with two choices: Assume her duty or accept Blake’s eternal bond?

In Wolf’s Strength, secrets are exposed and memories that should have been buried have resurfaced. The game of deception is a deadly one. There can be no peace until the bloodshed ends.

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Excerpt:

“Stop the car. Someone’s in trouble.”

Blake DeLuca sat straight up in the passenger side seat with each one his senses heightened in alarm. The sharp scream of the woman echoed in his head just like it had done across the evening atmosphere just moments early.

The scream was a cry for help and it sounded like someone was in despair.

“You heard it too?” Dawson asked, as he swerved into an empty lot and brought the Maserati to a screeching halt.

Blake’s body lurched forward from the blunt maneuver, but he didn’t waste a moment’s notice. He was out of the car in three seconds flat, rushing toward the sounds of scuffling in the alley. His wolf was just below the surface of his skin urging him toward the incident. Plus, they were in unmarked territory where there was sure to be human eyes everywhere even at this odd hour of the evening. Dusk had just fallen, but that didn’t mean every human was all cozy in their homes.

Dawson was right behind him, his running footsteps crunching the gravel and broken sidewalk with determination.

With their keen sense of smell, it didn’t take them long to find the scene of the crime. Blake stopped short of revealing their arrival too soon, keeping his body positioned behind the shadow of a long dumpster. The woman screamed again, but louder this time.

There were three of them. The intricate pattern inked on the left shoulder designated them as belonging to the Other clan.

They had a Caedmon female backed into a darkened alleyway. A man lay dead on the pavement next to them. The deep gaping slit on his neck and the pool of blood draining from his throat evidenced that a cut to the jugular was a cause of death, if not the main one. What little clothing the female wore were tattered and torn about her body. The dead male didn’t look that presentable either. Anyone could tell they’d put up a fight and as a result a man had paid with his life.

“We just wanted to have some fun with you, that’s all,” one of the men from the Other clan taunted. He and the others moved closer and closer to the frightened woman. “Your friend there shouldn’t have stuck his snout where it doesn’t belong.”

One of the men kicked the dead body and grinned. “He’s dead. Now we can play some more.”

Blake emerged from the shadows with rage and curiosity running through his system.

“Help!” The woman cried out as she finally noticed he and Dawson folding in behind the Other clan.

The biggest one swung around and his gaze focused on the new threat. His irises were a murky dark gray which was very unusual for someone of the Other clan. Their eyes usually sparked a bright silver, especially when they were provoked and up to no good. But this man’s powers were literally seething from his pores, kind of like a Caedmon’s would do, but in far less vivid colors. Although Others were the human branch of Caedmon kind, they couldn’t shift and their abilities and powers were reduced. Only through the wolf genes were the powers and Caedmon spirit more potent.

“Look what else we got,” the biggest one said through clenched teeth. “More mutts. I wonder if they’re even worth earning a dull blade. The last one fell quickly–like a limp rodent.” He held up his knife, demonstrating the sharpness by pressing a pointer finger to the tip.

Dawson growled next to him. ‘Let me do this one in.’

The statement came to Blake through projection. After claiming the lost relics and on the night of the delegation, this gift, along with others, was afforded to all six members of the Council. Thought projection was something that was only shared among mates and close siblings, so to have something this rare in common with his fellow Council members who were like brothers to him was a precious gift.

‘But there’s three of them.’ Blake projected back. ‘The one with the most kills wins.’

‘Game on.’

Blake pointed to the dead Caedmon on the ground. “Why is this man dead?”

“For the same reason you will be lying dead next to him,” one replied, taking a step forward to show his seriousness. “Not being able to mind his own business.”

“Westcott was trying to help me!” The woman blurted out, then shrank back into the building when the biggest one, presumably the leader, turned on her.

“Shut up, tramp!” he hissed at her and rushed her with the knife. “You were asking for it. I’ll save you for last…after I get through with these scumbags.”

Blake acted quickly, his wolf on the surface egging him on. He reached the offending male with lightning speed, grabbing him tight around the wrist. His determination was made clear as he snapped the offender’s carpal bone in two. “Now that’s no way to talk to a lady.”

He hollered in pain and dropped the knife.

There was some scuffling behind them and Blake figured that Dawson had got into it with the other two. Dawson had just reached the age when a young male wolf was most aggressive. So Blake was almost certain that he would have lured them into a fight one way or the other.

His own opponent caught him off guard, throwing a punch with his other fist. It missed Blake’s jaw by only a centimeter.

Blake shoved the big brute hard into the stone wall.

When the body hit, spittle and sweat flew away from his neck and face. He stumbled away from the building, shaking off what was likely the result of being disoriented from the hit. The brute appeared to give up but then he sprang back up with a second knife, slinging it in the air at him.

The blade caught Blake in the upper forearm. He bit his bottom lip and snatched the thing out. Blood pulsed from the wound down his arms through to his hand. He dug his fingers into his palms while the blood rage gathered in his fists.

Blake’s eyes glazed over and he began seeing everything in a vivid red, but things were clearer, nonetheless. His body shuddered as he fought down his wolf, angry and ready to emerge. There was no subduing this animal any longer. The wolf was his other half, they completed each other, and they both hungered for revenge.

Blake’s canines ripped violently from his gums.

He heard a squeak and discovered that the woman was still standing there, unmoving and shocked from what she was seeing. He caught her gaze and held it.

“Run. Never come back in unmarked territory again,” he said to her.

She wasted no time gathering up her ripped skirt and running out of the alley.

“I’ll carve you,” his opponent screamed. “I’ll slice your throat just like your dead Doctor there.” His fingers shook as he pointed.

“Will that be before or after I stuff your mouth with your own guts?”

The next thing the coward pulled out from behind his back was a pistol.

Blake ducked out of the pathway of the first bullet. Within seconds his bones snapped and molded. His skin grew hot and stretched until he became the wolf. But it wasn’t he who earned the first kill. Dawson had already ripped into the throat of one.

An enemy’s treachery fueled the wolf’s rage. The need for revenge of a murdered brethren harkened. As a Council member, he had pledged long ago to protect his people by any and all means necessary. Above all else, he wasn’t ready to die tonight–not by any man’s hand and not by a gun.

The third and fourth bullet came too close to his head and he sprang into action. He leapt into the air, hurling himself at the offender.

His claws dug into a meaty chest as he drove the man’s body into the ground on his back. The wolf offered very little mercy when it came to cold blooded murderers.

Blood rushed into Blake’s mouth as he tore into the man’s stomach, pulling out a mass of guts and tossing them in heaps on the ground. This murderer’s screams were too loud. The only mercy the wolf afforded that evening was putting him out of his misery by ripping into his throat to end it all.

After the kill, Blake’s wolf spun around ready for more, but Dawson’s wolf had just taken down the last man.

They shifted back into their human forms almost at the same time, heaving in and out with deep raged breaths trying to recover. Dawson stumbled to the opposite side of the wall, clutching his side.

Blake rushed over to him. “Were you hit?”

He held up his palm. “Dude, I’m fine. The bullet isn’t deep. I got this.”

Dawson was brother to the Alpha, son to a male descending from the original line of Caedmon ancestors. Despite his youth, Dawson was probably ten times more powerful than Blake was. In a matter of seconds, Dawson had expelled the bullet on his own and succeeded in stopping the blood leakage.

Blake pried a pistol from one of the dead man’s cold fingers. He held it up to the light from the moon. “Just as I thought. This gun is hot. The serial number has been stripped. Bullets are probably untraceable too.” He dumped the remaining bullets from the clip into his palm.

Dawson picked up a shell from the ground and pocketed it. “They popped off too many rounds during the scuffle. Chances that someone nearby heard are high. Let’s get out of here.”

They bent together to pick up the dead Caedmon from the pavement. When they reached the car again, they popped the trunk and slid him inside.

“I’ll drive this time.” Blake gestured to his wounded side. “You need time to mend.” He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and hit the speed dial key then the number 9. His call was answered promptly.

“M-9.”

“Max, we need another clean up,” Blake replied, as he slid into the driver’s side seat.

Max blurted out an expletive on the other end. “This shit is getting serious, ain’t it?”

“Roger that.”

 

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Multi-published author Ambrielle Kirk writes erotic, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy. Ambrielle lives in Atlanta, GA where she works in the accounting and finance industry. She holds a Master’s Degree in Accounting. Since graduation she’s worked in the public and private accounting sectors. She is the wife of a loving husband, and the mother of a beautiful girl. She works and writes full-time.  A bestselling author in several sub-genres at ARe and Amazon, she has also earned a 2012 Swirl Award in the paranormal category. She’s a PAN member of RWA, FF&P special interest chapter of RWA, and co-founder and treasurer of Cultural, Interracial, and Multicultural special interest chapter of RWA. Ambrielle Kirk is also an admin at the blog, IRMC Books.

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Book Blast, Excerpt & GiveAway: SETH by Eve Langlais

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SETH
Cyborgs: More Than Machines, #5

His mission: Blend in with the humans. Save the cyborgs. And seduce the only woman he ever loved, without getting killed.

Cybernetic spy models are different from other humans turned machine. For one thing, they never completely lost touch with their humanity, or their memories. But retaining their identity doesn’t mean the military didn’t mess with their lives. Seth lost the woman he loved because of their web of lies. When the chance arises to make things right, he relies on his superior intellect—and irresistible charm—to prove his innocence, and make Anastasia his again.

Anastasia might possess upgraded parts and programming, but the scientists never could cure her of her biggest weakness, jealousy. The volatile emotion made her walk away from love once. Can she overcome it and recognize the truth? Or will she continue to let the military manipulate her emotional strings?

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There was no warning. No sound to betray their presence. No smell. Nothing. Just the sudden cold touch of a pistol muzzle nudging the back of his head.

He froze.

Silence reigned except for the chirp of the little creatures that lived in the woods and emitted bird-like noises. They sounded cute until you came across them. Unlike a feathered denizen of earth, the furry buggers who chirped like songbirds resembled more a rat with spiked fur, razor-sharp teeth, and a really bad attitude if they felt threatened. Ankles beware!

They’re not the only ones who get nasty when their lives are in danger.

Although none of his muscles moved, Seth held himself ready to act, letting his internal processor analyze the space around him, seeking a hint, anything to give him an edge. He inhaled deep, testing the air, in an attempt to see if he could identify his attacker. Lo and behold, he got a faint trace.

Of all the things he expected to smell out here in the forest, vanilla soap wasn’t one of them. The clean fresh scent was familiar, as was the position he found himself in. Strange as it seemed, he’d lived the almost exact scenario once, a long time ago. But he’d thought that person dead. Or at least lost to him. It can’t be. Not after all this time. Was it possible?

No time like the present to test his theory.

“Well hello there, gorgeous. I knew you couldn’t resist me forever.” He couldn’t help but grin when his guess was confirmed by a husky voice that still had the ability to send shivers down his spine.

“I see you’re still just as annoying.

Whirling lightning quick, Seth played the part of surrendering victim and held his hands above his head so the gun pointed at his forehead. Face to face, he couldn’t help but drink in the reality of the lady who haunted his dreams. His ex-partner. The only woman he’d ever loved. The only one who ever spurned him. The woman he’d once called wife.

A wife who wore a scowl and didn’t shower him with welcoming kisses.

He couldn’t resist goading her. “Me, annoying? Never. Handsome and dashing, yes. I might even use the term rakish.”

“And cocky. You do realize I’m holding a loaded gun to your head. Do you really want to tempt me into pulling the trigger?”

If she’d wanted him dead, his brains would already decorate the bushes around them. Anastasia knew hundreds of ways to kill a man. However, he’d wager she wouldn’t have returned just to put a bullet in his head. She’d torture him first. Probably painfully. How he’d missed her.

“You won’t kill me,” he stated with utter confidence.

“Don’t be so sure. I’ve pictured your death a thousand times. My favorite was the one where I push you off that cliff we once climbed in the Himalayan Mountains and watch you fall, knowing that you’ll actually have time to reflect on what a jerk you are before you hit the ground.”

Okay, so this wasn’t exactly the reunion he’d once hoped for. Someone still had anger issues. Question was, did she mean it when she said she wished him dead? Only one way to find out.

“Well, if you’ve returned to kill me, would you mind getting on with it? I’ve got places to go, people to see.”

“You mean irritate.” The muzzle of her gun dropped, and she rolled her expressive blue eyes.

“And here I thought you enjoyed my quirky nature and sense of humor.”

“I blame my previously defective, human brain for that momentary lapse of reasoning.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh how I’ve missed your acerbic tongue. My dearest Anastasia, love of my life, I am delighted you’ve returned to brighten my existence. Did you miss me?”

She snorted. “Like a dog misses his fleas.”

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EveLanglais_picHello, my name is Eve. I’m a stay at home mom who writes full time in between juggling my three kids, hubby, and housework, I write really raunchy stuff–usually with werewolves lol.

I am a bestselling Amazon author, ranking often in their top 100 romance authors. But I’m not just popular with Kindle readers. I was one of the top ten selling authors on AllRomance for 2013 and have had numerous of my books hit the top 100 books over all on Barnes & Nobles as well.

I’m writing romance, my way. I do have a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I like strong alpha males, naked chests and werewolves. Lots of werewolves. In fact, you’ll notice most of my multi partner stories revolve around great, big, overprotective Lycans who just want to please their woman. I am also extremely partial to aliens, you know the kind who abduct their woman and then drive them insane…with pleasure of course.

I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.

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Cover Reveal & GiveAway: DARK ANGEL by Christine Pope

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DARK ANGEL
Witches of Cleopatra Hill, Book 1
Coming April 2014

Jerome, Arizona, isn’t just one of the most haunted places in America—it’s also home to the McAllister witches and their extended clan. Angelica McAllister is the prima, the most powerful witch in her clan, but even she has to be on her guard, as the warlocks from a rival clan want nothing more than to capture her and bond her powers with theirs. To prevent this catastrophe, Angelica is expected to marry a compatible man from her clan. Never mind that she’s not interested in any of them, and is instead haunted by the face of a man she’s seen only in her dreams.

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christine_red_rocks_headshotA native of Southern California, Christine Pope has been writing stories ever since she commandeered her family’s Smith-Corona typewriter back in the sixth grade. Her short fiction has appeared in Astonishing Adventures, Luna Station Quarterly, and the journal of dark fiction, Dark Valentine. Two of her short stories have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

Christine writes as the mood takes her, and her work includes paranormal romance, and fantasy and science fiction/space opera romance. She blames this on being easily distracted by bright, shiny objects, which could also account for the size of her shoe collection. After spending many years in the magazine publishing industry, she now works as a freelance editor and graphic designer in addition to writing fiction. She fell in love with Sedona, Arizona, while researching the Sedona Trilogy and now makes her home there, surrounded by the red rocks. No alien sightings, though…not yet, anyway!

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