Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A Vampire's Deadly Delight Blog Tour!

 Hey everyone!! It's DAY ONE of the A Vampire's Deadly Delight Blog Tour and I'm so excited. Author Liv Rancourt has set up some amazing book excerpts, guest posts and interviews PLUS there are chances to win copies of the book. The blurb and cover intrigued me, and today I'm sharing a teaser from the book - something to whet the appetitie :D

So without further ado ...

~ Book Excerpt ~

Oops. This one was a just little more than I could handle...

I wasn’t alone. Vampire. Raw. Maybe a wild one. I looked up, nerves tingling because of the quick change to Kristen and back again. Saw him standing at one end of the alley, head turned to the side. Shakespeare’s profile, with the firm brow and the long straight nose. Streetlights glistened on his curls.

Very close, but not Shakespeare.

“I could tear your head off and let your blood mix with the bile and garbage and mud.” His voice was Shakespeare’s, too, but not quite. He moved enough to show the silhouette of the sword he was carrying.

I stood straighter, opened my arms a little. “Bring it.”

“Bitch.” He came at me too fast to see and smacked me across the face. My head hit the dumpster with a ringing crash.

I landed on one knee, grateful I was in boots. Upright, Mr. Sticky and I had a chance. If he got me on the ground, I was done.

His shadow towered over me. “The moon’s light begs mercy. She tells me to save you now that we might savor you together.”

“So much like him, but not Shakespeare.”

“Not Chaucer or Oscar Wilde, either, though they were both good men. I am Sir Hugh Robartes. You are nothing. You are dirt. You are dead.”

“You’re John’s brother.”

“Don’t say that name.”

His fist found my face again, knocking me back into the brick. I felt Mr. Sticky fly off into the shadows—then I was out.

~ Official Blurb ~

She’s a quiet, unassuming bookstore owner by day, but by night...

Kristen has a deadly secret—when she smells a vampire, she turns into Jai, a beauti-licious babe who makes vamps permanently dead. To a vamp, Jai is like ambrosia. They can’t resist her. She uses this attraction, plus her super strength and her trusty blade, Mr. Sticky, to end their undead lives. The thrill of wearing miniskirts without worrying about cellulite stifles any qualms Kristen might have about killing the undead. Being Jai is the most fun she has ever had—until they come up against the one vampire Jai can’t kill. If he and Jai have a history, as he claims, Jai can’t remember it...or him.

But when her work catches the attention of some old enemies—who won’t hesitate to destroy Kristen if it also means the end of Jai—this vampire may be their only hope. Can Kristen and Jai learn to tell the difference between good and evil in time to defeat Jai’s ancient nemesis? Or will being Jai’s hostess cost Kristen more than just a little sleep?

~ Book Buying Link ~

~ Next Blog Stop ~

~Final Stop Giveaway ~

For one lucky winner,
visit the final stop with author Liv Rancourt to win a copy of
the ORIGINAL ARTWORK for the cover!

~ About The Author ~

Liv Rancourt is a writer of speculative fiction and romance. She lives in Seattle with her husband, two teenagers, two cats and one wayward puppy. Writing stories that have happy endings is a good way to balance her work in the neonatal intensive care unit, and she is thrilled to be publishing her first novella with Black Opal Books. Liv can be found on-line at her website (www.livrancourt.com), her blog (www.liv-rancourt.blogspot.com), on Facebook (www.facebook.com/liv.rancourt), or on Twitter (www.twitter.com/LivRancourt).

Lots Of Love Giveaway Blog Hop

Welcome to the Lots of Love Giveaway Event. This event is hosted by And The Little Ones Too, Put A Little Umbrella In Your Drink, Seeds of Life, and Taking Time For Mommy. This event features giveaways with a value of $25 or more at each of the participating blogs! Be sure to visit each blog from the linky below and enter for your chance to win!

This event will close on February 14th at 11:59 pm EST.

So, want to know what kind of prize TWO romance addict, romance writing authors are given away? For this HOP, I'm teaming up with my BFF Lacey Weatherford and it's exciting.


Jessica's Guide To Dating On The Darkside by Beth Fantaskey (print)
The Trouble With Spells by Lacey Weatherford (print)
Eleven Scandals To Start To Win A Duke's Heart by Sarah MacLean (print)
Shadow Bound by Erin Kellison (print)
The Mystic Wolves by Belinda Boring (ebook)
A box of HANDMADE decadent chocolates
Random swag

That is one AMAZING collection of SWOON
and each book definitely has LOTS OF LOVE!!

To enter to win

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Visit each of the following blogs for more chance to win!

Giveaway Hop WINNERS!

We have WINNERS!!!

The Shameless Giveaway Blog Hop

A copy of A Demon Does It Better by Linda Wisdom
A copy of Untamed Highlander by Donna Grant

Megan from Riverina Romantics

Cozy Up With A Book Giveaway Blog Hop

A $10 Gift Card to Amazon or Barnes & Noble
An eCopy of The Mystic Wolves


Congratulations and thank you to everyone who entered!!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Relic Blog Tour and Release Day - It's HERE!!

Finally, the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED second book in the Brethren series is released!!!
I fell HARD for the sexy angels in Trinity and the Brethren Beginning, and today's the day author Deena Remiel shares Relic with the WORLD!! If you haven't had a chance to read the first book yet, you've missed out on a HUGE slice of AWESOME! To celebrate, Deena is sharing an snippet from the book ... just to tease you a little and get you wanting more!!

#2 in the Brethren series
Deena Remiel
Paranormal Romance

Gorgeous cover!!!

Raphael, a Brethren Savior, an angel with a forgotten past, has lost his power to heal and is on a self-imposed guilt trip to get it back. If he can’t, his tour of eternal duty as Brethren Savior will be revoked. On his journey, he winds up enmeshed in a web of attempted murder and resurrection all thanks to a woman he’s only seen in a photograph and by chance on an Arizona desert hiking trail.

Serena Sikes is a wanted woman. Desired by “undesirables” for a gift her brother gave her- a stolen relic with suspected healing powers. Hunted down in the Arizona desert and left for dead, she is found by none other than the angel who cannot heal.

Raphael and Serena are inexorably bound together, for locked deep within the relic’s heart had lived the soul of his long lost wife. Now, it resides inside Serena. Evil lurks around every corner as Raphael tries to keep both Serena and his dead wife’s soul alive and lustful temptation at bay.

Three souls bound together by an ancient relic, bound by a timeless gift, and bound by a love that is eternal.

So here's the snippet ...

Serena lay asleep in her hospital bed, a small, seemingly fragile wisp of a woman. The way the setting sun cast a glow about her face, she looked enchanting and more like a delicate flower. He could almost smell the sweet scent of a Lily of the Valley in the air. He shook himself free of his musings as he moved into her room and quietly took a seat next to her.

Glancing around the room, he found the sweet-smelling culprit that had captivated him—a small bottle of perfume. Returning to gaze upon his enchantress, he noticed the bruising along her jaw line much more pronounced since he’d first come upon her. A cold, steel anger welled within him. His eyes trailed down to her slender arm outfitted with an IV, and to all the machines with their bells and beeps.

“I’m sorry, Serena,” he whispered. “You wouldn’t have needed all of this if I could’ve done my job properly.” He bristled in frustration and leaned his head against his arms resting on the bedrail. He noticed her stirring in her sleep. She seemed agitated and surprised him by blindly reaching out to grab hold of his hand.

“Mmm…I cannot die. I am immortal. An feidir le heinne cuidiu liom? Can anyone help me? Graim thu, Raphael, anam chara. I love you, my soul mate.” Serena whimpered and fell silent once again.
The chair screeched across the floor as Raphael sprung out of it like a Jack-in-the-box. Her hand stayed firmly gripped around his, and a flood of memories—well-hidden for centuries—came crashing through unbidden. Sirona, Goddess of Healing—the love of his immortal life, his wife—smiled at him as they walked in the mountains. She bathed him in the hot roman baths. She made love with him under the stars. She was lifeless in his arms as he carried her to her temple. He was asking E.L. to wipe his memory clean of all remembrances of her and to harden his heart.

Raphael wrenched his hand away from Serena’s tight grasp, involuntarily backing up to the door. He clutched his chest over his racing heart, now filled with centuries of unresolved anguish, his mind buzzed with too many questions.

Serena’s eyes fluttered open. He must have had a look of utter horror on his face because she raised her hand to her face shielding the bruise. “It appears worse than it feels,” she stated quietly. “Really. Have you come to fix the TV? They told me someone would be coming by this afternoon to fix it.”
“Uh…no,” Raphael croaked. “I, uh…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’ll
be on my way.” I have to get out of here. Who the hell is she, some kind of witch? Why is this happening now? And where do I begin to process what I just experienced?

“But wait. Who are you? Why did you come to my room?”

Now she doesn’t know who I am? What gives? “I’m the one who found you and brought you here to the hospital, actually. I was checking to see how you were doing. Now I see you’re doing much better, so I’m going to leave you to your rest.” Raphael headed to the exit.

“Wait! Please, before you go I’d like to say something.” He turned around slowly and stood transfixed by her glittering emerald eyes. “Thank you. You saved my life, and I’m forever grateful.”

 She smiled, and her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

“Make no mistake,” he grumbled. “I didn’t save you. The doctors did. But you’re welcome for bringing you here. Now, I really must go.”

“Hey,” Serena shouted as he walked out the door, “what did you say your name was?”

He stopped but couldn’t face her again. “I didn’t.”


To buy:
Amazon / All Romance eBooks

For the tour schedule:

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Book Review - The Ice Princess by Elizabeth Hoyt

The Ice Princess
#4 in Princes Trilogy (short story)
Elizabeth Hoyt
Historical Romance
Rating: Totally Smitten

SEVEN NIGHTS OF SIN As the madam of Aphrodite's Grotto, the most infamous brothel in London, Coral Smythe knows everything possible about men's needs and desires. Yet she's never experienced the love of a single man-not even that of Captain Isaac Wargate whose hawk-like eyes stare at her with both condemnation...and lust.

SEVEN NIGHTS OF ECSTASY Captain Wargate heartily disapproves of the sensuous madam who always wears a golden mask. She lures his officers from both his ship and their duty. But when Coral herself is offered up as the prize in a game of chance, Wargate impulsively enters...and wins.

SEVEN NIGHTS OF LOVE Now the puritanical navy captain has just seven nights to learn everything he can about the mysterious madam and what she knows of a man's desires. But when Coral is threatened by the new owner of Aphrodite's Grotto, will Wargate take a chance on the woman beneath the mask...and on love?

To read my review, click HERE

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Cozy Up With A Book Giveaway HOP

Welcome to the Cozy Up with a Book Hop. Hosted by Mommy Reads too Much and eReading on the Cheap. What perfect way to spend a cold winter's day than curled up with a good book. There's ALOT of opportunities to win so follow through to each link and enter!

For one lucky winner, I'm giving away TWO things ...
A $10 gift card for either Amazon or Barnes & Noble

and an ecopy of my book, The Mystic Wolves!

How to enter ...

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Here's the link list ...

Friday, January 20, 2012

Official Mystic Wolves News!!

I am so excited to announce this ...

The Mystic Wolves series has now been combined and is available for the first time in NOVEL LENGTH!!

As many know, when I first started writing the series, the vision was to release small monthly installments - kind of like TV episodes. But the more I wrote and the more everyone loved them, each one grew bigger and longer until I announced a month ago all future Mystic Wolves books would be novel length.

To celebrate, I've been working on bringing Without Mercy, Cherished and Blood Oath together and I'm proud to say it's now available - with a BRAND NEW COVER!!

I'm also excited to share it will also be available in paperback!!

I'm just waiting for the final review and I'll announce where and when you can purchase it. For those interested - it also holds a sneak peek at Broken Promises, #1 in the Brianna Lane series.

This is a huge step forward for the Mystic Wolves series, and I wanted to say THANK YOU to everyone who has shared their support and love for Darcy and Mason. Forget Me Not is the next novel in the series, and as it gets closr to being ready, I'll share the release date.

Love you guys!!

Shameless Giveaway HOP!

Welcome to the Shameless Giveaway Hop! The amazing Brie at Romance Around the Corner and Michelle at Michelle's Book Blog  and Jen from Red Hot Books are the hosts for the big event. More than 90 blogs and authors are taking part and you can find a different prize at every site.

It's been a while since I've taken part in a giveaway HOP but I'm excited. For one lucky winner, I'm giving away ...

A Demon Does It Better by Linda Wisdom
Untamed Highlander by Donna Grant
One small purple book bag

To enter, you need to:

Follow my blog
Leave your name and email in the comments.
Must be in US.

Make sure you visit the other blogs on the HOP and good luck!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Book Review - Jekel Loves Hyde by Beth Fantaskey

Jekel Loves Hyde
Beth Fantaskey
YA Paranormal Romance

Jill Jekel has always obeyed her parents rules; especially the one about never opening the mysterious, old box in her father's office. But when her dad is murdered, and her college savings disappear, she's tempted to peek inside, as the contents might be the key to a lucrative chemistry scholarship.

To improve her odds, Jill enlists the help of gorgeous, brooding Tristen Hyde, who has his own dark secrets locked away. As the team of Jekel and Hyde, they recreate experiments based on the classic novel, hoping not only to win a prize, but to save Tristen's sanity. Maybe his life. But Jill's accidental taste of a formula unleashes her darkest nature and compels her to risk everything, even Tristen's love just for the thrill of being . . . bad.

To read my review, click HERE

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Just When You Thought The Bookish Snob Couldn't Be Shocked!!

Okay, I had to share. I read all kinds of romance - the full range from YA to erotica. Like others, it depends on the mood I'm in, and what catches my eye at the moment. I've made no attempt to hide the fact I'm a total cover whore and one of my weaknesses are Highlanders. So the following story wouldn't surprise you ... let alone me, right? SO WRONG LOL

Imagine this. I'm at my local Walmart and I'm in the book section, looking through the shelves. You know you have a book addiction when you've got most of the titles on sale. They just put up another "cheap buy" section, and skimming through them, I didn't think I'd find anything until I saw this -

In the Scottish Highlands, two warriors are about to clash over a woman of passion...

They were the unlikeliest of friends debauching their way through London: The Earl of Camdonn, a nobleman of vast wealth and power, and Scottish laird Alan MacDonald, a respected Jacobite with ambitions of his own. But their friendship is destroyed when Alan marries the beautiful Sorcha Stewart-only to witness Cam kidnap her from their bedroom. Then Alan learns the truth: his bride was not an innocent. She took a lover before him-his friend-who taught her the ways of pleasure.
Now, Alan will do anything to get his wife back. Cam fights to redeem his honor, even as he refuses to give up his desire. Torn between love and duty, Sorcha must watch as the two men she desires go to war over her. And when the battle lines are drawn, all three lovers are lured into a triangle of forbidden passions...

I think I squeed out loud I was so excited! Already determined to buy it, I flipped it over and read the blurb. Amazing, huh? I wanted to read it right there and then. I showed my husband and placed it straight away into my cart. This would be a Christmas present to myself and I kept shopping.

Fast forward to the other day. I was feeling restless, and wanted something to read. I saw the book, and it was a no-brainer - Sunday ... Highlander romance ... two warriors fighting for the one woman. PERFECT. I began reading and started stumbling on words I didn't think I would ... words that suggested there was a lot more "spice" than I expected. I brushed it off, telling myself it'd been a while since I'd read this genre, and Walmart doesn't sell erotic romance. Then it happened about page 12-13 and I was stunned. My eyes grew bigger, and my mouth dropped. HOT, HOT, HOT loving and it was a kind of triangle, promise of a menage kind of scene. Of course, I re read it just to make sure I was right and it hadn't changed - Walmart was selling erotic romance!!

Am I complaining? HECK NO!! But I'll admit I was shocked because that was the LAST place I expected to find a book with that level of heat in it. I bought a book thinking I was getting one thing and got something much, much more. Again, not complaining, and it has me wanting to pay more attention to what I find there.

As a side note, it goes to show the power of a cover and suggestion. I swear I thought I'd read the blurb properly, but I know I didn't. I saw a sexy highlander on the cover, read the first few words of the blurb and bought it. It's right there toward the end of the blurb - it suggests the menage. Also goes to show the power of the ABS - just to the side it even says "Wickedly erotic romance - a scorching page-turner." Yep, I got a lot of laughter when I shared this with family. A lot of head shaking too because this is classic Bels. *sighs*

So moral of the story? I'll let you know when I've finished the book!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

How Do You Decide Which Book To Buy?

I've taken to stalking the lists over at Amazon - both the Top 100 paid and free - for my Kindle. Heaven knows, I don't need any more books, but I'm addicted and I'm planning for the apocalypse where I'll need to bunker down and wait it out. I'm determined to be prepared and if I have a full Kindle, I'll be entertained *shakes head* Yeah, my husband didn't buy that either.

I caught myself doing something, and made me wonder whether I was the only one. How do other readers decide what to gets - especially amongst the free? You would assume a free ebook means you automatically click, but I know that's not the case for me. Don't get me wrong, when I first got my Kindle I went "click" happy. I would get everything in the romance section and surprise, surprise, I either haven't read some of them, or deleted them. So it got me thinking - what influences?

Here's what I noticed about my self:

Top influencer -  The Cover

This is the very first thing I look at. I am a complete cover whore. Plain and simple. I am almost positive I'm missing out on some phenomenal reading simply because the cover doesn't pull me. I will skim lists and my eyes gloss over the books that don't attract. Does that make me fickle? No. It means I like what I like. I'm the same whether I go to a bookstore or shop online. The cover has to appeal. It has to catch my eye. The same amount of time that went into the story and perfecting needs to go into having the best cover. I've bought books JUST for the cover. Sometimes they are just as convincing as the blurb and if both are amazing, there's no stopping the purchase.

Second Influencer - The Blurb

I always look at the blurb. If I'm intrigued by anything by the book, I'll read it. If I love the cover, I go straight to the blurb. I love those that give me just enough to get excited, but doesn't give everything away. I read somewhere readers look for keywords when they're trying to decide based on the description, and I realized I do the same. Don't get me wrong, I read the whole thing, but my mind does look for what it knows I'll like. When the blurb is long, my mind looks and will continue reading if it sees "Oh ... Scotland .... Laird ..... Warrior .... Feisty ... Clan." (just example) The only time the blurb doesn't sell me is if it's so vague, I still don't have a clue after reading it a few times. Paired with the book's cover, the blurb is a strong selling point. It has to give a glimpse of the amazing story inside.

Third Influencer - The Author
I know I'm not alone with this - we have our favorite authors. There are those books where it doesn't matter if everything else sucks, I'm buying it because I love the author. It's a fun feeling when you're shopping and realize there's new work out you didn't know. You're looking at everything and then BAM ... you see who wrote it and it's an instant click. With me blogging, promoting, and being a social media junkie, I see a lot of names and I'm a firm believe in name recognition. I may not have bought "Author One's" book last week, but hey here it is again, the time is right so why not ... click to buy..

Fourth Influencer - The Title

Sometimes the title pulls me in, even if I'm not diggin' the cover. I need to be able to pronounce it so I can tell everyone, it needs to intrigue me, and it needs to make sense. I've read some titles and thought I knew the genre, only to find out I was nowhere close. I've also wanted to learn more about the book because of how it sounds. It's not a deal breaker for me, though. Not like the cover.

Last Influencer - The Rating

I want to say I'm not swayed, but I am just a little. It doesn't prevent me from purchasing a book though. I'm also not one who if the cover and blurb don't do it for me, say "Well it's a 4 star book, I should read it." I do look at it when I'm taking in all the information, and if I see it's pretty low, I'll check out the reviews. I don't always hit this stage, though because I'm influenced more by the above.

So there you have it. That's how I decide when I'm looking through hundreds of books a week. It was interesting discovering exactly what held the strongest influence for me, and now I ask you same the question ...

How do YOU decide which book to buy?

Feel free to comment below!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Official Release Day - Possession Of Souls by Lacey Weatherford

YES! You read that right ...
Possession of Souls

is finally released and you can now read the final installment in the Of Witches And Warlocks series. If you've been a frequent visitor on my blog, you will know I've had a YEAR LONG love affair with the hero, Vance Mangum. I've gotten downright swoony (and a little stalkerish) with him and you will NOT WANT TO MISS him in this book.


To celebrate the release of the book, Lacey is having what I like to call a VANCE-A PALOOZA on her Facebook fan page. All day today she'll be sharing tidbits, her playlists and giving away things like gift cards, swag, t-shirts and .... A KINDLE. Come by chat - gush - visit with other fans and enter to win.

I also did my FIRST EVER vlog interview with Lacey. I'll be sharing these through the day so here's part one....


Here's the link to all the fun - Of Witches & Warlocks - Paranormal Book Series


Monday, January 9, 2012

Fun Guest Post With Author Tracy Cooper-Posey

Why Time Travel Romances Wouldn’t Work Outside Romance Novels.

Time Travel romances are a particular favourite of mine. I got hooked on the idea of travelling through time for love at a very early age, when I saw the 1960 version of The Time Machine, featuring Rod Taylor (who just happens to be Australian). In that story, the hero goes forward in time, but the general idea is the same. In the romance genre, most often one of the romantically involved travels back in time, to start the story rolling.

But as much fun as they are, if time travel really worked, the chances that a romance could flourish successfully back in history would be pretty damned small. Why? Because the person who came from that historical period probably wouldn’t understand the modern person well enough to fall in love with them in the first place.

Romance novels tend to gloss over this stark reality, if they give it any airtime at all. I sometime wonder if romance authors who write time travel novels have seriously considered this unique cultural problem, or if I’m just too geeky for my own good.

But I think about history, social psychology, time travel and immortality a lot, because my novels tend to deal with these subjects over and over again. I’ve just released my third time travel romance, and it won’t be my last by a long chalk.

Lemme explain. Here in our modern day world, we use cell phones, tablets, the Internet, and we are so wirelessly connected to one another that if someone goes off the grid for more than a few hours, a dozen friends from around the globe will send up the alarm.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

In My Mailbox

WOOT! It's the new year and it's going to be filled with EXCITING new books to read! I kinda went nuts the past few weeks but hey, I couldn't help myself *grins*

~To Review~

Libertine Lover by Raine Miller
The Demon Hunter by Lori Brighton


Sinnerman by Cheryl Bradshaw
The Rake Revealed by Kate Harper
Blood With Tell by Samantha Young
Love Lust by Amber Scott
Of Noble Birth by Brenda Novak
Jenna's Cowboy by Sharon Gillenwater
Love is Darkness by Caroline Hanson
Changeling Moon by Dani Harper
The Bastard by Brenda Novak
Rock 'N' Roll by Rose Pressey
The Coming Of The Wolf by A.E. McCullough
Silver Smoke byMonica Leonelle
Thirst by Claire Farrell
That Voodoo You Do by Jodi Redford
The Bond That Ties Us by Christine d'Abo
Wild Passion #3 by Lori Brighton
Slow Burn by E.B. Walters
Blood Faerie by India Drummond
Forbidden by Megan Curd
Justice Incarnate by Regan Black
The Soulkeepers by G.P. Ching
Anathema by Megg Jensen


Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare
Lara by Bertrice Small
First Grave on The Right by Darynda Jones
A Scottish Love by Karen Ranney
Soul Screamers Vol. One by Rachel Vincent
The Cat by Jean Johnson
The Storm by Jean Johnson
Highland Obsession by Dawn Halliday
The Peanut Collection


Nightwalker by Jocelyn Drake - 99c
The Scent of Shadows by Vicki Pettersson - 99c
Hereafter by Tara Hudson - 99c
Bumped by Megan McCafferty - 99c
Entwined by Heather Dixon - 99c
A Demon Does It Better by Linda Wisdom
Shadow Heir by Richelle Mead

So time to get reading!!

What did you get in your mailbox?

Friday, January 6, 2012

Taken Blog Tour With Author L.M. Pruitt

I love this author! I met her when she first released her Jude Magdalyn novel series and fell HARD for not just her writing style but characters. I was excited to see her start developing new book for different series, and TAKEN is one of them. L.M. doesn't pull an punches ~ she grabs hold of you, drags you in and doesn't let go until it's over. This book kept me guessing, and Jack definitely caught my attention *winks* Loved how SASSY Frankie was and as my stop of the tour, I get to share an excerpt!! Read. Enjoy. Grab yourself a copy!

~ Book Excerpt ~

Every good detective/noir story needs a stakeout scene. Of course, in New York you're just as likely to be staking out a night club as you are a seedy house on the outskirts of town. But really, given the choice between spending the evening in a car with flat soda or spending the night in a bar with plush seating and top shelf tequila, where would you rather be? Yeah, I'd make the same choice.
Low Places was Ugly Willie’s after an Extreme Makeover. Better lighting, better d├ęcor, better bathrooms, better drinks, better people. The only things not better were the prices and the lines.
“We’re never getting inside.” Jack studied the line, tapped his fingers on the dashboard. Glancing at the clock, he shook his head.“Should have gotten here sooner.”
“They’ve only been open an hour. The only people in line are tourists and wannabes.” Wetting a finger, I smoothed my eyebrows, checked my makeup in the visor mirror. “She’s fine. You can hear her loud and clear, right?”
“Yeah. She already shook off three guys. Her accent’s so thick you could spread it like butter.”
“She’ll lose the accent, if she stays here long enough.”
Jack reached out, taking my hand in his. Running his thumb over my knuckles absent-mindedly, he replied, “You never did.”
“I didn’t want to.” On impulse, I lifted our hands and pressed a kiss to his fingers. Shock flashed over his face, reminding me of his words yesterday. “You ready to get this show on the road?”
I waited for him to come around and open the door, something he insisted on doing regardless of the place. His hand steadied me as I rose from the low seat, gaining my balance on the heels. Tucking a stray hair behind my ear, he kissed my forehead. “The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can get home.”
“Thinking about Casey Lynn in red lace?” The dress rode high on my thighs but I didn’t fix the hemline. Not yet. The doormen here were notoriously difficult. Any leverage we had would be worth using.
“You’re not?” We walked past the line, ignoring the whining and shouts to get to the back. Jack’s hand, planted firmly in the small of my back, flexed once before simply lying flat. “I hate this shit.”
“You hate a lot of things. Good thing I tend to hate the same shit.” Halting in front of the large mass of ugly, I looked up. And up. And up. “Christ Jesus, you’re tall.”
“You’re short. What’s it to ya?” The muscle leaned down some, face scrunched in a scowl. “Line’s that way.”
“We noticed.” Jack tilted his head, eyes narrowing before going wide. “Damn. I don’t believe it.”
“What?” I looked back and forth between Jack and the doorman. “I miss something?”
“Amazing. Frankie, this is Jamal Hendrickson, former point guard for the New York Knicks.” Jack stuck his hand out, laughing. “Damn, ain’t that something.”
Jamal smiled, straight teeth blindingly white in his dark face, before gripping Jack’s hand in what had to be a killer grip.“Usually takes people a few minutes.”
“Man, I followed you from the draft until they let you go. Stupid ass mistake.” Jack shook his head. “How’s the knee?”
“Has good days, has bad days. My brother-in-law owns this place, so I work the door now and then.” Jamal patted his left knee, and for the first time I noticed the leg brace. “Gives me something to do besides physical therapy.”
“Yeah, physical therapy can be a real bitch. Remember when I took that round on the Carlton case, Frankie?” Jack glanced at me for confirmation, waited for my nod. I remembered. Sometimes I woke up in a cold sweat because I remembered. “Bastard got me in the shoulder. Missed the bone and all, but had to go through PT for eight weeks.”
“Ten. It was ten weeks.” Both men turned to stare at me. “NFL playoffs.”
They shared a look I could only interpret as something along the lines of Women. Jamal clapped Jack on the shoulder, giving his hand an extra squeeze. “You guys go on in. Tell Stick I sent you, he’ll hook you up.”
After another moment of male bonding, Jamal stepped back, holding the door open. More shouting and groaning from the line, along with a few obscene gestures. Jamal turned back around, snarled. “Shut up!”
“He’s a scary man.” I waited until the doors closed behind us to share my opinion. Jack laughed, waving off the coat check girl.
“The Knicks will be kicking themselves come next season. That kid they drafted played great on the college level, but doesn’t have the stamina for the big leagues.”
“I didn’t know Tim Tebow played basketball.” Tucking my clutch under my arm, I stopped on the landing, doing a slow scan of the room. Jack elbowed me and I rolled my eyes, fighting the urge to smile. “What? He cried. Cried. There’s no crying in football.”
“I thought the quote was about baseball.” Doing his own scan, Jack turned me in the direction of the bar, nudging people aside. “This place is packed.”
“The Upper East Side’s version of slumming.” I elbowed a razor thin girl out of the way, ignored her indignant gasp. “Hence the attempts at theme wear.”
“Kids.” We finally made the bar. Jack leaned over and glanced up and down before snagging the first bartender he saw. “Where’s Stick?”
“Who’s asking?”
“The guy Jamal told to ask.” Jack eyed the kid, dressed all in black like every other bartender in New York. “That you?”
“Nah, I’ll get him for you, though.” He scurried off and I leaned against the glossy bar, trying to locate Casey Lynn. After a moment, I found her at the far end of the bar, laughing and flirting with a couple of kids who’d probably used a fake ID to get inside. A single drink sat in front of her, the liquid an inch from the top.
Satisfied she wouldn’t throw herself at one of the idiots around her, I turned back just in time to hear Jack ask about table service. The man on the other side of the bar, Stick if his name matched his looks, whistled for one of the cocktail servers before exchanging a man goodbye with Jack. The girl, who weighed a hundred pounds if you threw her in a lake fully clothed, started pushing through the crowd and we followed in her wake.
“Table service? That wasn’t in the budget.”
“Live a little, Frankie. Besides, you don’t want to stand there with those people bumping into you any more than I do.” The noise level dropped a few hundred decibels when we sank into the booth tucked into one of a dozen or so alcoves. Jack draped his arm over the back, fingers teasing my hair. “And we can neck over here without anyone noticing.”
Snorting, I leaned back, crossing my legs. Jack’s eyes followed the movement of my hemline. “And there’s the added benefit that nobody can eye you if you’re sitting down.”
“Try and stay focused a little longer.”
“I am. Our job is to be the touchy-feely, slightly perverted, older couple who like to pick up young girls in bars.” His other hand slid up my thigh, flirting with the lace edge of my dress. “I’m getting into character.”
“Stop.” The order didn’t hold any water since I couldn’t keep a straight face. “The twig is coming back.”
The girl sat a bottle of San Matias Carmessi on the table, dropping a bowl of limes and two shot glasses down. Before either of us could say thanks, she’d turned and pushed her way back into the mass of people. I picked the bottle up, turning it over in my hands. “Good stuff.”
“All part of the image. Don’t worry, I brought my charge card.” Jack poured two shots, squeezing lime into one. “To us.”
Absurdly touched, I clinked my glass against his, tipping it back. The liquor slid down smooth and easy, with only the slightest of burns. Laying my purse on the booth next to me, I turned toward Jack and lay my knee over his. “You’re in a mood tonight.”
“In a few of them. And yeah, one of them is getting you and Casey Lynn home.” Taking the glass away, setting the pair of them on the table, he cradled my face in his hands. His thumbs rubbed over my cheekbones, pressed into my cheeks. “I may love you, and you may love me, but neither one of us is dead and buried.”
“Amen to that.” Leaning in, I pressed my mouth to his, tasting tequila and lime, but tasting Jack over both. Sighing, his tongue sliding over mine. I moved closer, almost straddling him. He chuckled, eased me back.
“No, Frankie. I said I call the shots. This is going to take a long time.”
For the next hour, he teased me, kept me on the edge of my seat mentally and physically. He knew when to touch, when not to touch. When to lean over and kiss me until I could hear the roar of my heartbeat with every breath. And shot after shot of tequila.
“You’re trying to get me drunk.” I blinked, surprised at the slur I heard in my voice. Jack laughed and nipped my earlobe with his teeth.
“No. I am getting you drunk.” He leaned closer, running his tongue over the space behind my ear, laughing again when I shuddered.“You’re so much more responsive when you’re lit.” His fingers gripped my chin, turning my face to take my mouth in a bruising kiss. “I want you begging before the night is over.”
Desire shot through me, stopped my breath for a moment. And then reality intruded. “I need to use the restroom.”
Giving me a quick peck, Jack drew back, running his hand down my arm. “Hurry back. And Frankie.” I paused in my slide out of the booth. “No cheating.”
I pushed through the crowd, denser than before. Casey Lynn was still sitting at the bar. A single man sat next to her and the two looked deep in conversation. He didn’t match the photo of Chad, so I didn’t stop and check on her.
The lines were long, par for any women’s restroom. I ignored the bathroom attendant and the girls doing lines in the corner. Both were Manhattan staples. When I took my turn, I shook my head over the ostentatiousness of the stall. “It’s a bathroom, for Christ’s sake.”
I washed my hands and took a moment to study myself in the mirror. The flush on my cheeks could have been from any number of things, including the heat and the alcohol. Doing a quick turn, checking to make sure everything was in place, I fluffed my hair.
“Kitty? Kitty Bodine?” The voice behind me had the sharp twang of backwoods Kentucky, the slight rasp coming from a life breathing coal mine dust. “As I live and breathe, it is you. I swear, it’s been over ten years.”
I gripped the edges of the sink, forcing myself to count to ten. When I glanced in the mirror, whatever color I’d had on my cheeks drained away. The woman behind me was three inches taller, forty pounds heavier, and ten years older. None of which mattered when she stared at me so intently.
“You are Kitty Bodine. Aren’t you?”
~ Book Blurb ~
Cheating spouse? Stolen jewelry? Missing person?
Call Frances--Frankie--Post. A private detective with a trick of two up her sleeve and a few skeletons of her own. What starts out as a simple missing person's case dumps Frankie and her lover Jack right in the crosshairs of a dangerous human trafficking organization. With lives on the line, bad blood and old wounds finally see the light of day. And Frankie and Jack are forced to realize: The past always catches up with you. Always
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~ About the Author ~
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. Titles written include New Moon Rising, Shades of Gray, the first novel in the Jude Magdalyn series, as well as Hole in the Wall, a Jude Magdalyn short. She is currently at work on Taken. She makes her home in Florida with one two cats—one smart, the other an idiot.

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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Deceived by Stephanie Nelson


I'm so excited to share this with everyone.

Deceived by Stephanie Nelson is now released!

For those of you not familiar, this is the second book in the Gwen Sparks series and a great paranormal romance. Definitely a series you want on your ereaders and as part of the release day celebration, I get to share a few excerpts - just to tease!

Gwen’s life has been a downward spiral since she discovered vampires crave witches blood. She’s summoned to Moon, the town of witches, where she learns that a war is brewing and she’s the secret weapon. Paired with the Angel of Death, it becomes quickly evident that she’s more powerful than she ever realized. But this reaper isn't the robe wearing, scythe carrying kind – he’s a ruggedly handsome handful that has his eye on Gwen. As if that isn’t enough, she’s still tormented by Ian Desperaux’s constant intrusion into her thoughts and dreams. As Gwen struggles to balance her responsibility to the witches’ council and her secret relationship with her vampire boyfriend, Aiden, she’ll soon discover exactly what it means to be Deceived.


(#1) I quietly grumbled. I knew he was right, I should learn who I really was. A small part of me was afraid to though. Reading the memories of the dead was creepy enough, but at least I was helping people when I did it. Dorian wanting me to connect with the darkness just to learn it scared me. Kye’s insane sister flashed in my mind and gave me enough reason to want to study to be a spirit walker. I didn’t know why she had gone insane, but I didn’t want to end up like her. “Alright, teach me, old wise one.” My sarcasm tended to show itself when I was scared or pissed, at the moment I was a little bit of both.
“Close your eyes.” Dorian instructed, ignoring my cynicism. My eyes snapped shut, and I waited for him to tell me what to do next. I heard the squeak of vinyl, and his body press along the side of me. Dorian slipped his hand underneath mine and made me to jump. “Keep your eyes closed.” I did as told, but my heart beat faster at our closeness. It seemed too intimate for a lesson.

(#2) Once our skin made contact, the air grew thicker around us. I could feel the weight of it pushing against the entirety of my body. I watched as it took on a gray tint, molding against Dorian and me. My fingers clutched his hand tight as my eyes strained to see past the darkening air. Cold replaced the warmth of the day, causing a shiver to tremble through my bones. My teeth rattled against each other, my muscles constricting from the change in temperature. A slight breeze blew against my face,
causing my eyes to water. I hung my head and closed my eyes to stop the singing sensation of the wind.
“Open your eyes, Gwen,” Dorian said, but to me it sounded distant and distorted like a dream. I worked on controlling my breathing and calming my heartbeat before I worried about anything else. After a handful of deep breaths and I was satisfied I wouldn’t have a heart attack, I peeked at my surrounding through one eye. The daylight had disappeared and been replaced with gloom. Lifting my head, I opened both eyes and realized I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. Dorian and I were still in the graveyard, but not in our reality—in the realm of the dead. Everything was washed in varying shades of gray and black. Shadows clung to everything and the warmth of the sun was replaced with the icy coldness of death.

(#3) He regarded me with a look I’d seen a few other times, an expression I tried to ignore, but at the moment, I couldn’t look away from. I was a woman who noticed attractive men, but I would never act on those feelings. I loved Aiden as sure as the night is long. But Dorian stirred something deep inside of me, and we connected on a level I hadn’t with Aiden. It wasn’t easy to ignore something that profound, especially when it was staring at me like I was the sexiest girl in the world.
Dorian took a step forward. His arms hung limp, but I could tell he was nervous about what was happening between us. The tightness in his jaw and triceps betrayed the cool confidence he was trying to portray. An inch of icy air separated us. I lifted my eyes to his, and we stared at each other. No words were needed; our body language spoke for us. Dorian brought his arm up and with the back of his hand caressed the side of my face with more gentleness than I imagined. My eyes closed against the feel of it. A shuffle of feet enticed my eyes open just in time to see Dorian bending forward and toward my eager lips.

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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year Everyone!!


Can you believe how fast 2011 went by? So many thing happened, and I'm excited to see what this new year has in store for us. I've been giving my resolutions a lot of thought. I want them to be meaningful - not just something to wish for. There's definitely things I want to accomplish in the next 12 months so here's what I'll be working on ....

1. I want better health

2011 was hellacious and I definitely got off track. Now that my foot is no longer hurting, I'm back to working out again and eating sensibly. I want to continue to lose wait and be the best me possible. I have a a UBER special goal in mind ... I want to have a baby *grins* I want to be Momma Snob so wish me luck!

2. I want to refocus on blogging 

I've gotten off track with blogging the last few months. It happens - I started writing and promoting. I've missed blogging about my love of reading, writing reviews and generally swooning all over the place. I've missed participating in memes and meeting fellow readers. I may not be posting 2-3 time a day, but I'd like to be more frequent. I'll be combining my love for reading and writing so I'll definitely have stuff to talk about!

3. I want to read 100 books

This was the whole reason I started everything - my love for reading romance. I've been stockpiling books all last year, waiting for some time to read. I've been filling my Kindle with free ebooks so I can't wait to dive in. I'll be honest, my reviews may not be paragraphs but they will be gushy when I love the book! There's quite a few new releases coming so when bring it on!

4. I want to release at least 4 books

2011 was exciting for me because I finally became a published author. It still seems strange to say that aloud, but I'm following my passion and writing is one of them. I've been so grateful for everyones support and feedback for the Mystic Wolves and I know there will be at least two new novels for the series. Broken Promises will also be released (FINALLY lol) and I have a few other ideas. I've had people whispering in my ear for Devlin to get his own book, so we'll see.

5. I want to keep a blessings journal

I've really seen the power that comes from looking and thinking on the positive. Circumstances may not change, it still may feel like you're living in hell, but having the right attitude does wonders. I've already got the journal and each day, I'm going to write one thing that stood out - one thing that was positive, that made me smile, that reminded me of how good life is. It doesn't have to be something big and extravagant ... most times it's the simple things. I'm hoping this will help keep me focused on the good and grateful for everything I have.

6. Spend more time with my family

After looking at the  above, you're probably wondering how I could possibly do that if I'm busy. Easy? Take any chance to spend time - to talk, laugh, and play. Spend time going to community events, sharing what's happening in our lives, exploring and encouraging our talents. I am so lucky to be surrounded by people who love me!

There's a few more, but those are the important ones.

What are your goals for 2012?