Monday, March 30, 2015

Happy Release Day to Sheryl Winters with SKYDREAMER

Happy Book Birthday to Skydreamer!


New Adult Urban Fantasy (Romance)
Publisher: Roane Publishing  
Urban Fantasy, Romance, New Adult, Dragons, Twins

  For fire talent, Jaden Zarie, life is far from a fairy tale. Blisters from any contact with water, check. Sleeping in a shed behind your greedy Uncle's house, check. Ex-boyfriend scouting the bar where you work for one-night stands every night, double check. When Jaden sets off to secure a new life with her two sisters, winning a contest with a huge pile of gold on the line seems like a quick fix. Getting hitched to Draven Winterbourne, King of the Dragon-changers, and finding true love, was beyond anything she could have hoped for. But a friend turned enemy threatens to take it all away. Jaden is thrust into an alternate universe and separated from her new husband and her sisters, she must summon up the courage to start over, alone, knowing she may never see any of them again.

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Saturday, March 21, 2015

Spotlight: THE CENTURY SAGE by @VickiBallante

The Century Sage

Vicki Ballante


Lina is a tree sage, a gifted person who heals trees, but her duty binds her to one place for her whole life until she marries. Tree sages must marry and birth a daughter by twenty-eight, even if true love is out of the picture. When hot rally winner Brad meets her, he is drawn to her mystical powers. Lina can’t resist the man who represents something she shouldn’t go for, but neither can she turn away his sexy touch. Brad offers to marry her and take her on a world-wide rally tour. She can fulfill her dream of traveling, and he provides a way to meet the demands of her breed, but will that be enough? What about love?

When Lina settles in Paris, loneliness and unfulfilled expectations threaten to pull the shaky relationship apart. Could the barriers between them be caused by an evil greater than they imagined? Soon, they will have to fight for Paris, but will they survive?

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She spun around to face Brad, who stood inches from her. Her body chilled then heated in one tumultuous second. “You’re back already?”
“I finished the race.”
Relieved he hadn’t noticed her conversation with the tree or the shakiness of her voice, she drew on every ounce of self-control to appear unaffected by his nearness. He smelled of motor oil, gasoline, sweat, dust, and raw power. She imagined him hovering over her, his stubble grazing her face, his lips locking with hers, his rock-solid arms pinning her down. She swallowed. “Did you win?”
“I did.” He gave an easy smile as if winning were a given.
“That’s amazing. You must be over the moon.”
“It hasn’t hit me yet. I thought you’d left. I—”
“Don’t you have to go somewhere? I won’t leave. I promised.”
“I’ll wait for the awards ceremony. Nowhere to go yet. My agent’s lapping up all the attention.”
He’d rather be with me? Confusion sent her head into a spin. Her day had been strange, her responses to this man foreign to her. Longings that she’d pushed down for years surfaced. Speak before you do something stupid! “You look tired. Can I get you a drink?”
“I’d like that.”
He fell in beside her while she walked, and another odd sensation assaulted her. He belonged near her, just like she belonged in nature, amongst the trees where sap pulsed more than blood. This man’s veins seemed to pump hot and sexy and oh-so-desirable. Every fiber of her being strove to sense and memorize his movements.
She couldn’t help granting him a huge smile.
“Where do you live?” he asked as they reached the counter of the mini-bar in the clubhouse.
“Not far from here. Moreleta Park.”
“Oh, I’m staying in Centurion.”
A suburb near her. Her heart rippled as if in a breeze, and she became aware of the throbbing pulse in her neck. “Small world.”
“I want to see you again.”
He moved too fast. At the moment, she just wanted to drink a soda with him. “I don’t know.”
The bar lady handed them their drinks, her face rough and uninterested. He gulped his down.
“Another one?” Lina held back a laugh.
“I should be buying you a drink.”
“Nope.” She grinned. “You’re the winner.”
“I can’t believe it. It’s my first official win, and it’s nationals.” He glowed with a sense of achievement—that tired yet pleased feeling of having accomplished something great.
How could she feel this growing respect for him when he’d harmed the trees? “You must have trained hard.”
“I did. My family’s hardly seen me.”
She almost lost her grip on the soda. “I…. Are you married?”
He touched her elbow, guiding her outside. At once, her heart rate eased. She always felt safer outside near trees. She used the opportunity to make her way to the bride’s bush and stood under a branch.
“Nah, not a chance of that happening soon. I’m way too busy for a wife.” Brad leaned on the trunk and gave a relaxed smile.
She almost said good but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to appear like the anti-marriage type.
His gaze swept over her. “You like plants?”
Heat flushed her cheeks. “Why?”
“That tree’s practically kissing you.”
“What?” She spun around. The tree’s branch eased away from her head. The synergy and bond she shared with the trees had become so automatic she often forgot how it looked to other people.
“Are you real?” His pupils grew large, with…. What, tenderness, awe, curiosity?
“I am. You can see my ID book.”
“I’ll take your hand instead.” He reached out, grasping hers.
His palm was still moist from the soda can or maybe from driving like a madman, and his fingers were large, encompassing, and muscular. Her pussy tightened in immediate response, and she wished for more than casual sex with him. Wouldn’t a long-term relationship be perfect?
Yanking her hand away, she stumbled back into the tree, knocking a branch onto the ground. For the first time ever, she’d forgotten about one of the creatures and only thought of a human. Ashamed of herself, she edged away, her face flaming. “I-I’d better go.”

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Legally Undead Blitz and Sale ~ Limited Time Only !

A reluctant vampire hunter, stalking New York City as only a scorned bride can.
Elle Dupree has her life all figured out: first a wedding, then her Ph.D., then swank faculty parties where she’ll serve wine and cheese and introduce people to her husband the lawyer.

But those plans disintegrate when she walks in on a vampire draining the blood from her fiancé Greg. Horrified, she screams and runs--not away from the vampire, but toward it, brandishing a wooden letter opener.

As she slams the improvised stake into the vampire’s heart, a team of black-clad men bursts into the apartment. Turning around to face them, Elle discovers that Greg’s body is gone—and her perfect life falls apart.  
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Legally Undead, by Margo Bond Collins, World Weaver Press
A Top-10 Preditors and Editors Readers' Poll Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Novel
Legally Undead - #10 Science Fiction and Fantasy

The worst thing about vampires is that they're dead. That whole wanting to suck your blood business runs a close second, but for sheer creepiness, it's the dead bit that gets me every time. They're up and walking around and talking and sucking blood, but they're dead. And then there's the whole terminology problem--how can you kill something that's already dead? It's just wrong.
I was twenty-four the first time I . . . destroyed? dispatched? . . . a vampire. That's when I found out that all the books and movies are wrong. When you stick a wooden stake into their hearts, vampires don't disintegrate into dust. They don't explode. They don't spew blood everywhere. They just look surprised, groan, and collapse into a pile of corpse. But at least they lie still then, like corpses are supposed to.
Since that first kill (I might as well use the word--there really isn’t a better one), I've discovered that only if you're lucky do vampires look surprised before they groan and fall down. If you're unlucky and miss the heart, they look angry. And then they fight.
There are the other usual ways to kill vampires, of course, but these other ways can get a bit complicated. Vampires are notoriously difficult to trick into sunlight. They have an uncanny ability to sense when there's any sunlight within miles of them, and they're awfully good at hiding from it. Holy water doesn't kill them; it just distracts them for a while, and then they get that angry look again. And it takes a pretty big blade to cut off someone's head--even an already dead someone--and carrying a great big knife around New York City, even the Bronx, is a sure way to get arrested. Nope, pointy sticks are the best way to go, all the way around.
My own pointy stick is actually more of a little knife with wood inlay on the blade--the metal makes it slide in easier. I had the knife specially made by an old Italian guy in just about the only ratty part of Westchester, north of the city. I tried to order one off the internet, but it turns out that while it’s easy to find wood-inlay handles, the blades themselves tend to be metal. Fat lot those people know.
But I wasn’t thinking any of this when I pulled the knife out of the body on the ground. I was thinking something more along the lines of “Oh, bloody hell. Not again.”



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f15b1-margobondcollinsMargo Bond Collins is the author of urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She has published a number of novels, including Sanguinary, Taming the Country Star, Legally Undead, Waking Up Dead, and Fairy, Texas. She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.


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