Excerpt Reveal: SHADOW AND ICE ( Gods of Wars ) by New York Times Bestselling Author GENA SHOWALTER is Coming Oct 23rd!@InkSlingerPR @genashowalter

 

The Queen of Paranormal Romance, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Gena Showalter, stuns with SHADOW AND ICE, the first title in her scorching new paranormal romance series Gods of War Series. Check out the sneak peek below and pre-order your copy of SHADOW AND ICE today!

 

Gena Showalter, the New York Times bestselling author who brought you the Lords of the Underworld, introduces a scorching new paranormal romance series… Gods of War.

Knox of Iviland has spent his life competing in the All Wars, where vicious warriors with supernatural powers fight to the death to claim new realms. One winner takes everything—and all losers die. Enslaved as a child for his ability to control shadows, the most ruthless champion in history will stop at nothing to kill his king. But first he must win the battle for Earth. When a fearsome weapon imprisons every combatant in ice, centuries pass without progress…until she walks in.

Vale London craves a fun arctic getaway with her foster sister before settling down to open a bakery. Street-tough but vulnerable, she is unprepared to find ancient gods escaping a frozen cave—merciless beings who target her when she inadvertently enters their war.

Though Vale is now his enemy, Knox is consumed with lust and a fierce need to protect her. But only one combatant can prove victorious, and he will have to choose: live for freedom, or die for love.

 

 

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Excerpt:

Wearier by the second, Shiloh scrubbed a hand down his face. “This is my first All War. I knew it would be tough, but I am my home’s strongest competitor, and I believed I could do…anything. I was wrong.”

“You sound as if you’re eager to die. Good news. I’m happy to help.”

“I’m sure you are, but I don’t want to die. I don’t want to kill, either.”

“Ah, I see. You’d rather make your people suffer.”

Shiloh glowered.

For the “privilege” of participating in an All War, a realm’s sovereign had to give the High Council thou­sands of children. The exact number depended on a combatant’s order of elimination. The faster you were eliminated, the more your realm had to pay. But in order to forfeit a war entirely, sovereigns had to hand over even more children.

From infancy to the age of eighteen, boy or girl, chil­dren were chattel, commodities raised to be Enforcers.

Only the winning realm was exempt.

“My people already suffer,” Shiloh said. “Our realm is overcrowded.”

Iviland was overcrowded as well, more and more im­mortals born or created every day. New realms were desperately needed.

In the beginning, whenever a new one was discov­ered, multiple armies invaded at once. Battles raged, the trespassers hoping to seize control. Violence spread far and wide, ultimately destroying everything, leaving the lands uninhabitable.

Under the guise of saving future domains, ruling factions created the High Council and All War—an on­going battle between a single representative from each otherworld, the new realm acting as the arena.

In the past few months, the people of Terra had begun fighting back and setting traps. Not a first, but definitely a problem on days like today. The citizens weren’t bound by assembly rules. But then, they had no supernatural abilities and were no match for immortals.

Knox had seen no sign of a human army today. Maybe they’d fled in fear? To them, combatants were gods.

Knox, they’d nicknamed Loki, the “evil trickster.” A moniker he bore with pride.

“When I killed a woman I respected, a part of my soul died,” Shiloh said, pulling him from his thoughts. “Why can’t the realms reach terms without bloodshed?”

“Greed.” Why else?

Movement at the side of a mountain. Knox slid his gaze across the ice—at last. Zion. A man of six and a half feet, like Knox, with dark hair, wide shoulders and a body honed on the most savage battlefields with no hint of softness. Also like Knox.

But unlike Knox, he refused to use the weapons he won. Reasons unknown. The choice angered Knox, even though it aided his cause. Such a waste.

He tightened his grip on his most prized possessions—the daggers he’d taken from his first victim. The blades were serrated, hooked at the tip, and had brass knuckle hilts. With a single blow, he could slice, dice and pul­verize.

Zion reached the check-in point and spread his arms, all Here I am, come and get me. Embedded in his arms were jewels, each one set in specific patterns, as bold as the man himself. On his hands, a pair of spiked metal gloves able to punch through anything.

I want. I take.

Locked on tonight’s target.

Anticipation resurged and redoubled, burning inside Knox, and growing hotter by the second. Zion was a warrior he would gladly slay.

“Come.” Knox jumped from his perch, falling down, down, landing a few yards away from the check-in point. Though the impact jarred him, he walked forward without a hitch in his step, boots crunching in the snow.

Shiloh jumped, as well, and hurried to catch up.

As they passed the invisible wall that sealed them inside the clearing, Knox experienced a familiar and abhorrent vibration from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. His ability to control shadows had just been neutralized.

“So nice of you to join us,” Bane said, his tone as smug and condescending as ever.

Like most Adwaewethians, he had pale hair, golden eyes—and a beast trapped within. When the creature took control of his body, his appearance changed. He became a monster, hideous beyond compare, strong beyond compare, and developed an appetite for blood. No one and nothing was safe.

About Gena Showalter:

 

Gena Showalter is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of the spellbinding Lords of the Underworld and Angels of the Dark series, two young adult series–Everlife and the White Rabbit Chronicles–and the highly addictive Original Heartbreakers series. In addition to being a National Reader’s Choice and two time RITA nominee, her romance novels have appeared in Cosmopolitan (Red Hot Read) and Seventeen magazine, she’s appeared on Nightline and been mentioned in Orange is the New Black–if you ask her about it, she’ll talk for hours…hours! Her books have been translated in multiple languages.

She’s hard at work on her next novel, a tale featuring an alpha male with a dark side and the strong woman who brings him to his knees. You can learn more about Gena, her menagerie of rescue dogs, and all her upcoming books at genashowalter.com or Facebook.com/genashowalterfans

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Excerpt Reveal: A HERITAGE OF DEATH ( A Reverend Cici Gurule Mystery ) by ALEXA PADGETT Coming October 23rd!@AlexaPadgett @InkslingerPR

 

You can get your hands on A HERITAGE OF DEATH by Alexa Padgett October 23rd – but you don’t have to wait for a sneak peek Check out an excerpt from this page-turning read below!

About A HERITAGE OF DEATH

Coming October 23rd

An unconventional woman. A brutal murder. To solve the case, one woman will look for help from beyond the grave…

Cici Gurule wants to pretend her dream is nothing more than a meaningless nightmare. But the bruised and bloodied woman looked alarmingly like her. When a baby turns up on her porch–a baby who was reported missing days before–evidence points to a connection with the woman in Cici’s dream, and she can no longer ignore the nighttime vision. Cici and Detective Sam Chastain struggle to follow the garbled evidence, but the killer scores his victim first. Worse, a message pinned to the victim’s blouse states, “You’re next.”

Now, it’s a race against the clock to keep the baby safe and find the murderer before his trail goes cold. Cici’s only chance to solve this mystery, before she becomes the next victim, means choosing between her faith and believing a message left by her ghostly twin.

A Heritage of Death is the second novel in a compelling female sleuth mystery series for fans of Ruth Ware and Gilly MacMillan. If you like convention-shattering heroines, vivid Southwest settings, and a touch of the paranormal, then you’ll love Alexa Padgett’s twisty mystery.

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Something in his voice, or his stare, caused Cici to feel flushed. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be by. I . . . um . . . I have more to tell you now.”

Sam stepped into the narrow galley space and squinted out Cici’s kitchen window. “Can I get a drink? Then you can tell me.”

Cici grabbed a pitcher of tea from the fridge and poured them each a glass, handing one to Sam. After a sip, she wrinkled her nose and pulled out the agave syrup, adding a thick dollop to her glass. Sam shook his head before she could offer him any.

“That’s nasty,” he muttered. “If you must drink it sweetened, why can’t you just add sugar?”

She swirled the liquid in her glass. “Because the sugar doesn’t dissolve as quickly as this stuff. That means the last few sips are straight-up sweet.”

Sam turned his focus back to the window, studying the sky. “Looks like rain.”

Cici peered out the window. “Meh. Those are hail clouds.”

Sam chuckled, easing some of the tension that had built in Cici’s neck. But her head still throbbed.

“You don’t know that,” Sam said. “Why do you even say that?”

“They’re all thick and gray, like snow clouds.” This conversation was inane. Any suggestions, Aci?

Of course, her sister was no help.

“Or rain,” Sam said. “Rain also needs thick, dark clouds.”

Cici crossed her arms over her chest. “We’ll see.” Thunder boomed—a low, harsh rumble—and Cici sighed. Sam smirked.

“But you’re not here to talk about my iced-tea drinking habit or the weather. Let me tell you about my dream. It may be nothing, but . . .” Cici shivered.

She settled her hip comfortably against the counter. “In my dream, there’s a missing woman. She has a baby with her.”

Sam stood to his full height, eyes widening. “I’ve not heard of a case like that.”

“Maybe it hasn’t happened yet,” Cici said. She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t remember the whole thing. Just the part where . . .” She grasped the glass in her hand more tightly, needing the anchor, the reality, so she didn’t slip back into that awful place again.

“She’s been hurt by her captor. She has a friend . . . Becky. Becky shows up. Says something about . . .” Cici racked her brain. She’d lost it—that detail. It was important, too. “I don’t know. But Becky takes the baby.”

“And leaves the woman—the mom?”

Cici nodded. “She’s chained to the wall or floor. Something.”

Sam smacked his hands together. “Hold up. You saw this in your dream last night?”

Cici nodded. “And tonight. While I was walking the dogs.”

Sam sucked his lower lip into his mouth, considering her for a long moment, before asking, “Has that ever happened before?”

Cici shook her head. “I didn’t like it.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms. “It scared me.”

“I can tell.” Sam took a step, like he meant to get closer but he stopped. “I haven’t been brought in on a murder case since . . .”

Cici inhaled sharply through her nose. Since Cici had nearly died on top of a mountain.

And Sam had kissed her.

Then ignored her.

Sam cleared his throat. He grabbed a pad from his rear pocket. His pencil was missing from the spiral top, so Cici opened the drawer by her hip and offered him a pen. He nodded his thanks, careful not to touch her fingers.

“You think these dreams or nightmares or whatever you want to call them are from your sister?”

Cici hesitated for a moment. “Yes. She talks to me at the beginning. Not much. Just that I need to see this, understand the situation. That kind of thing.”

Sam tapped his pen on the pad, his mouth twisting in a grimace of doubt. Still, he’d been there when her sister appeared in the aspens on the top of that hiking trail. Aci had communicated with him, too, so he wasn’t willing to totally discount her recounting as grief or crazed imaginings. Yet.

Tell me everything you remember,” Sam said, turning on his no-nonsense detective mode.

Cici cleared her throat and walked them both through all the details she could. She settled her glass on the counter and gripped the counter behind her, but her mind still tugged at her as if wanting to fall back into that space. She needed to remember something . . . something about who was there . . .

“Cici?”

She blinked, dazed. “What?”

He frowned down at her, concern dancing through his gunmetal eyes. “You okay?”

“Um.”

She slid to the floor, her mind burning as it echoed with the woman’s.

 

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About A PILGRIMAGE TO DEATH (A Reverend Cici Gurule Mystery Book 1)

When Cici discovers a body in the forest, she’s shocked to realize the victim’s wounds are identical to the ones that killed her sister a year ago. Now she’s embroiled in the takedown of a massive criminal operation, and the stakes couldn’t be higher…

“A wholly absorbing gumshoe tale elevated by an extraordinary detective” (Kirkus Reviews starred review).

Someone murdered her sister. And shot her dog. The killer won’t stop until she’s dead, too.

Cici finds a dead body while hiking in the Santa Fe National Forest. The situation deteriorates when she discovers the victim bears similar stab wounds to those that ended her twin sister’s life a year ago.

Then, her identical twin sister infiltrates her dreams.

All of a sudden, Cici and her dogs must dodge arrows, bullets, and even a demon truck—all while she grapples with the knowledge that her sister was on the trail of a deep-rooted criminal operation. Worse, her twin’s death was much more sinister than a random act of violence.

Now, as she follows the clues her sister drops in her dreams, the criminals want Cici out of the way. Permanently.

A Pilgrimage to Death is a high-octane thriller. Fans of Ruth Ware, J.D. Robb, and Angela Marsons will love Alexa’s Padgett’s new edge-of-your-seat novel.

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About Alexa Padgett

With a degree in international marketing and a varied career path that includes content management for a web firm, marketing direction for a high-profile sports agency, and a two-year stint with a renowned literary agency, award-winning author Alexa Padgett has returned to her first love: writing fiction.

Alexa spent a good part of her youth traveling. From Budapest to Belize, Calgary to Coober Pedy, she soaked in the myriad smells, sounds, and feels of these gorgeous places, wishing she could live in them all—at least for a while. And she does in her books.

She lives in New Mexico with her husband, children, and walk-loving Great Pyrenees pup, Ash. When not writing, schlepping, or volunteering, she can be found in her tiny kitchen, channeling her inner Barefoot Contessa.

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Excerpt Reveal: MUFFIN TOP, A Hot Romantic Comedy from USA Today Bestselling Author AVERY FLYNN is Coming October 29th!@averyflynn

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“Avery Flynn knocks it out of the park again!”

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Muffin Top, a hot romantic comedy from USA Today bestselling author Avery Flynn is coming October 29th!

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The only thing about me that’s a size zero is the filter on my mouth. I’ve got a big personality, a big rack, and a big number on the scale. And I’m perfectly fine with that.

But when some random guy suggests I might not be eating alone if I’d ordered a salad instead of a hamburger I’m shocked silent, which is a feat, trust me.

That brings us to one sexy fireman named Frankie Hartigan. He’s hot. He’s funny… And he’s just apologized for being late for our “date” then glared at the fat-shaming jerk. Next thing I know, he’s sitting down and ordering himself dinner.

I have no problem telling him I don’t need a pity date . . . unless of course it’s to my high school reunion next week. Oops where did that last bit come from? And what do I do now that he’s said yes?!

Because this is no make-over story, and I think Frankie is using me for something. I just have to figure out what…

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The temptation to say “Yes, Frankie, please squash him like a bug while I clap and watch” was so, so strong—like, the guys who pull semi trucks with their teeth strong. Instead, Lucy played along with her best friend’s fiancé’s brother— OMG, that was now the name of her imaginary all-girl ska band—and smiled sweetly up at him.

“He was bothered by my dinner order, honey.”

“Really?” Frankie looked down at her plate, over to the dipshit, and then right at her. There was no missing the devil in his eyes right before he turned his attention back to the other man. “What’s wrong with what my girl’s eating?”

Mr. In Her Business blanched. Literally. The color drained out of his face so fast that he resembled one of those swipe right before and after photos on makeover blogs. How in the hell she managed to not laugh out loud she had no frickin’ clue.

“N-n-nothing,” the man stuttered.

Nope. He was not getting off that easily.

She looked up at Frankie, still standing next to her chair, his big hand braced on the back of it, and said in the clueless voice that anyone with a brain would know meant there was danger ahead, “He said I should have ordered a salad, then I might have a chance to move from a five to an eight. I’m a five because I have great tits.”

Thunderous didn’t begin to describe the dark look of pure vengeance that crossed Frankie’s face, making even the freckles that crossed over the bridge of his nose look scary. Mr. Buttinsky made a little squeaking noise that reminded Lucy of the sound of air coming out of a balloon when someone pulled the tip taut as it was deflating. Frankie took a step forward, menace vibrating off of him in waves. The other guy didn’t bother to say a word, he just took off, weaving his way at a fast clip through the crowded bar and out the front door. Lucy liked to imagine that he peed his pants a little as he did so.

“Thanks, Frankie,” she said to the man still staring at the departing figure of Mr. Peed His Pants. “I owe you one.”

Her ginger knight in well-fitting jeans and a T-shirt made some kind of noise that maybe was a response in the affirmative. It sounded kinda like “no problem.” Whatever. She was used to that from guys. She was only of interest until a hotter, skinnier, or prettier woman came along. It

was the universal fat chick cloaking device.

Determined not to let it annoy her as much as it usually would, she turned back to her jalapeño cheeseburger, spicy fries, and soda. Now she could finally enjoy her dinner in peace.

Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Frankie clunked down a three-fourths filled mug of beer on the other side of her table, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down. Before she could even ask what he was doing, he waved the waitress over and told her he wanted whatever Lucy was eating, plus an extra order of fries and another beer. Once she’d left, he turned his attention to Lucy and gave her what could only be described as a vibrator smile. She named it that in her head—thankfully only in her head—because she now had a desperate need for her vibrator and maybe a fresh pack of batteries.

“You’re not gonna make me eat alone now that we’re on a date, are you?” he asked, swiping one of her fries.

About Avery

USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.

She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.

Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.

 

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KEEP READING FOR AN EXCERPT,CONTROLLING THE PAST by ANNA EDWARDS is Releasing October 16th! @Anna_Edwards

Just try to stay in control…
Controlling The Past by Anna Edwards releases October 16th!

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It’s been over three decades since James and Sophie North’s parents saw their family savagely torn apart by the cruel actions of one malicious man. Both of them lost a vital piece of themselves that night so long ago. Pete was left a shadow of his former self, having failed to protect his only love. Miranda persevered for the sake of their children, but her grief remained.

Now, more than thirty years later, the child cruelly ripped from their arms has suddenly resurfaced—and all the love in the world may not be enough to reconcile their tragic pasts. For even as Pete and Miranda are still reeling from the knowledge of their newfound son, the powerful malevolence of their old enemy is already reaching out to destroy them again…this time from beyond the grave.

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“I knew this would be how you looked. Innocent and pure with a body built for sin.”

He backed her up further, so she fell onto the bed with her legs parted and inner most parts on display for him.

“Mine.” The word escaped from his mouth and seemed to come as shock to both of them.

“Yours,” she repeated, stroke her finger down the length of her slit to demonstrate just how much she was his.

Pete undid the buckle of his jeans and slid them down his muscled thighs. She already knew he liked to go to the gym a couple of nights a week. He’d told her he was teased for being a wimpy kid at one stage, but then he’d found the gym and hadn’t looked back. The muscle certainly looked good on him. His boxer briefs followed suit, and she gasped when his erect cock sprung free from its confines. She’d not seen one this close before. Ok, the girls at her school had shared pictures from porn magazines, but she’d never had a real-life one in front of her. It was strange but stunning at the same time. Its rigidity caused it to reach up to his belly button. In fact, his length and width was more impressive than some of the photos she’d seen. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious. This would be her first time, and something that size would have to hurt.

Pete came over to the bed, settling between her thighs with his mouth close to the cleft between her legs, his tongue came out and licked up her slit. Her head fell back as her nerve ends danced with delight. His tongue swirled around her clit, applying pressure and alternating between fast and slow. It drove her to the edge of climax, and then he slowed it all down again. He pushed a finger inside of her, following it with another. Both stretched out to ready her for his cock. Her head started to swim with all the sensations flooding her body: surreal and sensual, crazy and vibrant, all at the same time. She was swimming and drowning in happiness.

Pete pulled away from her and turned back to his trousers.

“What is it?”

“Condom.”

“I’m on the pill. Bad periods when I was younger.”

I’ve never been so happy to hear that.”

Pete came back over to her and settled his cock at her entrance. Miranda took in a deep breath and waited for him to push inside her. Instead of wondering what it was going to feel like for her, she imagined what he would be aware of in the intimacy of the coupling. But then a thought popped into her head: this was her first time but was it his?

“Wait.” She stopped him as his hips drew back. He groaned but halted.

“What? Are you ok?” His eyebrows furrowed together, and he searched her face for signs of distress. She composed her features, though, to make sure none of her concerns showed at the thought she was given him her greatest gift, and this might not be his first time.

“Are you a virgin?” she blurted out.

“What?” he questioned with dumbfounded shock.

“Have you done this before?”

“I’m clean,” he told her, and she recollected a disease her teachers had taught her about in sex education, which you caught during intercourse.

“That’s not what I meant. You know, this is my first time. We’ve discussed it before, but I never asked. Will this be yours?”

Pete shut his eyes.

“As much as I want to play the big man and say I’m a pro at this sex thing, it’s my first time also. I’m currently praying and pleading in my head that the second I put my cock inside you I’m able to make you feel something. I’m reciting banking terms in my head just to stop from coming too soon.”

She leaned forward and brought his lips against hers.

“Account holder…compound interest…debt-to-income ratio,” she teased.

“Fuck! When you say it, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Pete looked down at his cock sitting just outside her entrance and then back at her. He was asking for permission.

“Yes,” she whispered, and he thrust slowly in until he was fully seated at his hilt.

About Anna

Anna hails from the rural countryside near London.  She previously worked as an accountant, and while she still does a bit of accountancy on occasion, the majority of her time is now spent writing and looking after her family.

An avid reader herself, Anna turned to writing to combat depression and anxiety after her diagnosis in 2015. She loves travel, hunky heroes with dirty mouths, demure but spunky heroines, and dramatic suspense. You will find all four woven into each of her magical stories.

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Excerpt Reveal: FETCH by Bestselling Author A.J. ALEXANDER is Coming October 16th! @AJAlexanderTwitter

Find out just how far Cole is willing to go to make Addison beg for him!
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Addison is running from a life she never wanted, but a chance meeting with a dog walker could lead her down a path she’d never thought possible.

The last thing Cole expected to find when he knocked on his client’s front door was the answer to every teenage boy’s wet dream.

Now he’s determined to have Addison whether she likes it or not. But when the past comes back to haunt them both, will it destroy any chance they had at happiness?

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COLE

I lay on her bed and wait. Watching Addy, with her fingers buried deep in her pussy while calling out my name was beautiful. There are no other words to describe it, just thinking about it once again has me palming my cock through my jeans. I’m going to fuck her into submission, she will be mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

“How did you get in here?” Addy comes sashing out of the bathroom, her skin glistening in the sunlight. My mouth waters as I think of licking the drops of water from her skin,

“I’m the dog walker, remember?” I hold up my spare key. “Your Aunt gave me a key.”

She turns to head into the closet, I’m assuming to get dressed. “Who said you could get dressed.” I immediately climb off the bed and follow her into the closet.  She swings around, freezing me in place with her eyes. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. Unfortunately, that look has the opposite effect on me than intended. I want her more now than I did yesterday.

“Cole, let’s get one thing straight. We fucked last night, that’s it. Nothing more nothing less. If you think you have any claim over me, your wrong. Do us both a favor and leave me alone.”

She turns around and continues searching for clothes, grabbing her arm I spin her around and use my body to force her backward toward the wall of the closet. My left-hand reaches out, sweeping clothes out the way, so I have space to pin her to the wall with my body. Running my nose along the curve of her neck, I feel a shiver run through her body before I take a bite of her ear.

“I said I wasn’t done with you.” Letting go of her arm, my right-hand rips the towel from between us and I slide my hand down her body. Skimming my finger between her lips, she is already wet for me.

“Your pussy belongs to me now. The sooner you realize that, the better it will be for both of us.” Using my foot, I widen her legs so I can slide my fingers into her hot core. She moans in pleasure as I curl my fingers, brushing against the bundle of nerves that I know will have her seeing stars in no time. Slowly, I pump in and out of her pussy, getting a steady rhythm, as I grind my rock-hard cock into her stomach. Sensing my need, Addy reaches down to unbuckle my jeans and releases my cock. She licks her hand from wrist to the tip of her fingers, before gripping my cock tightly and stroking me in the perfect rhythm.

“Please.” Addy grips my cock tighter in her hand.

“So now you beg for me? I thought it was just a quick fuck, nothing more.” I pull my fingers from her pussy and slip them into my mouth licking them clean.

Releasing her grip on my cock, I see fire in her eyes. “Either fuck me or get out. I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“Oh, I’ll fuck you. Beg me.” I started tucking my cock back into my jeans. I almost whimper in pain as I start to zipper and button them up, I want to pound her pussy into submission, but I don’t beg. I never have and never will, she needs to understand who she belongs too.

“I won’t beg.”

“Well, then you don’t get my cock, darlin’. You know where to find me when you’re ready to admit who your pussy belongs to.”

With a herculean effort, I turn to leave, but before I do, I check the top drawer of her dresser. I originally was looking for another set of panties, but what I found was an even better prize.  Right on top, is an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and special lubricants. “I’m taking these with me. The only dick that’s going in that pussy is mine.”

Addy grabs her towel off the floor to cover up with a shocked expression on her face as I gather up all her toys. Closing the drawer with a slam, I grab a bag from the floor, exit the closet, and make my way down the stairs. I only make it half way down before Addy lets out a blood-curdling scream of frustration from the top of the stairs.

“You told her she would have to beg, didn’t you?” Heather ask from her place at the breakfast bar as I make my way through the kitchen to the back door.

“Yup, and I took all of her toys too. She will be begging for me in no time.”

 

About AJ Alexander

Fluent in sarcasm, Supernatural, and song lyrics, I like talking to people and finding what makes them tick, though that probably has to do with the Psychology degree. I’m up before the sun because my kids don’t sleep, chugging tea and coffee to keep my eyes open and my brain semi functional. Being married to a man in uniform means I’ve lived a lot of places, survived seeing my husband for half the amount of time I’ve been married, and spent a lot of time raising my kids alone.

I love to write messed up psychos with lots of angst, happily ever afters that have to be worked for. Women with sass and backbone, men with a twisted hero complex and the need to control are my favorite to read as well as write.

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All she wants is a peaceful life. To live on her brother’s quiet Wisconsin farm and write romance novels. But one night, fate intervenes.

When ex-reporter Cassie Martin overhears a heated argument between two men, her curiosity moves into high gear. And when one of them mentions a mysterious disappearance and “manipulating time,” she has to have answers.

Aaron Reegan is the head of security at a secret facility in the Wisconsin countryside. When he happens to meet local writer Cassie Martin, sparks fly, as they realize they share dark steamy tastes. He never once questions her innocence or her motives.

Until the moment he realizes he’s been betrayed.

A chance meeting… a technology that makes the Manhattan Project look tame… and suddenly Aaron is chasing Cassie back to fourteenth century France. To save her? Aaron had thought he’d met the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. But now, his only choice is to kill her.

“Outlander” meets “Fifty Shades of Gray,” Cassie’s Temptation is the first book in Time Bridge series. If you love steamy romance, time travel adventure, a smart-as-a whip heroine, and the sexiest hero to step out of the pages of a book in a long while, don’t miss “Cassie.” Mature readers comfortable with darker themes only please.

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The voice of Sam Winslow, the Pierce City Project’s head technician, came into Aaron’s ear, gravelly with stress. “No change here.”

“Has anyone tried to reopen the link?”

“No, Aaron. They can’t. I guess I didn’t say it clearly enough before. They don’t have a key. They went through without an anchor or a key. And there was no technician in the control room to close the bridge in the first place.”

How could they not… Aaron heard the words but couldn’t get his brain to grasp it. This didn’t make any sense. Why would anyone go through the bridge without an anchor or a key? They were the two essential pieces of technology which made the whole thing work. The anchor fixed the time bridge to a specific location in time, and the key enabled the anchor to ‘call’ back to the present and allowed the technicians to reopen the bridge. Without those items, return was impossible.

Sam continued, “I don’t know what to tell you. Somehow someone managed to clone your key card, and they came through the back gate and into the facility with it. I have no idea who or how.”

Aaron interrupted. No use sugarcoating it. “I know her.”

“You know the woman in the picture?” Same could not keep the astonishment out of his voice.

“Yeah. She’s… the woman I’ve been seeing. And… hold on.” Angling his body in the seat, Aaron grabbed his briefcase, and fished his ID badge out. Flipping it over he verified what he already suspected: his key card was gone from the plastic sleeve. “She didn’t clone a key card. She stole mine out of my ID badge. She knew I was leaving from the house yesterday morning to go straight to the airport and she figured I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah. Oh shit.” Aaron kept his voice steady with effort. Had it really been less than forty-eight hours since he’d climbed out of his bed and left her sleepy and sore from his love making? Love making, hell. He’d screwed her brains out for six hours straight, telling her in no uncertain terms that it was his goal to leave her so sore she couldn’t walk. She had rope burns on her wrists and her nipples had been teased to raw. He’d loved it and she’d loved it and… and… apparently while he’d been dozing between sessions, she’d gone into his bureau and into his wallet.

Hmmm… had she done it after she’d given him a blowjob? Or maybe it was before he’d brought her to a screaming climax with his mouth and the little vibrator. Yeah, he’d have to think about just when she’d fit stealing his key card into that schedule.

Aaron took a deep breath. There was a good reason why he’d not gotten seriously involved with anyone for ten years. How in God’s name had he forgotten that over the last month?

About Annie

Annie makes her home in the Virginia countryside with her physician husband, very smart cat, and two bad dogs. She loves writing across all genres.

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Excerpt Reveal:: MIDNIGHT’S FLIGHT ( The Cynn Cruors Bloodline #8 ) by ISOBELLE CATE is Releasing October 16th! @Isobelle_Cate

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Midnight’s Flight, A Vampire Werewolf Hybrid Paranormal Romance (The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series, Book 8) is now available to #Preorder!

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Midnight Flight by Isobelle Cate

Series: The Cynn Cruors Bloodline

Genre: A Vampire Werewolf Hybrid Paranormal Romance

Date Published: October 16th 2018

About MIDNIGHT FLIGHT

Mistrust.
It was all Adara did.
Fear.
It was all she ever knew.

Adara Kerslake has kept her identity a secret from the Cynn Cruors for as long as she can remember. When Cynn Cruor warrior, Luke Griffiths, comes hurtling into her life, she flounders. Afraid of dealing with the Cynn Cruors and the man who captured her heart, she leaves, burning bridges in the process. Until a loved one forces her to rebuild those links that brings her back into the world she fought so hard to escape from.
And to the warrior whose passion haunts her every sleeping and waking moment.
Luke goes into a spiral after Adara leaves and it is only by the strength and love of his Cynn Cruor brethren and their women that keeps him from tripping into insanity. To forget her, he prepares to leave for the Ancients’ Faesten in Anglesey on a mission that can lead to his death and the banishment of the Manchester Cynn Cruors if he isn’t careful. When Adara returns, the last thing Luke wants is to get involved again. But he can’t stay away. What’s more, someone in the Ancients’ Faesten in Anglesey knows who she is and is out to get her.
Two missions merge to one. A desire to know the truth becomes entangled with the desire that never waned between Adara and Luke.
Until a spectre from Adara’s past threatens them both…and brings in a new enemy for the Cynn Cruors.
*Although characters from other books in the series have cameo roles, this novel can be read as a standalone.

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EXCERPT:

“Luke… can we talk?”
Luke’s lips flattened. “Not needed.”
“Please.”
The warriors stood around and waited until Luke nodded.
“Make it quick.” Roarke said as a parting shot.
The absence of sound surrounded them when Roarke and the rest left. Not even the occasional acceleration of vehicles on Princess Street below ferrying people out in the middle of the night penetrated the specially made windows. Only the continuous rain made the windows cry and everything below wet.
“Go on.” Luke’s hands rested on his hips. His heart was sonorous like it was waiting for an anvil to fall.
Ancients, Adara’s beauty hurt. Strong willed yet vulnerable, Luke had no fucking clue how to breach her walls. She swiped her tongue against her bottom lip. That unconscious gesture made Luke want to move in, shake some sense into her before claiming her lips.
She looked down to stare at her entwined fingers. “I didn’t mean to leave like that.”
Luke’s chuckle came out in a bitter huff. “That an apology?” When Adara didn’t reply, he exhaled and leaned against the mantle. “Why didn’t you say anything? You accepted the fucking bracelet only to leave it when you left. Was it so hard for you to be honest? You led me on Adara!”
“You gave me no choice and I didn’t lead you on!” Adara paced, waves of agitation hitting Luke. “If things were different I would have stayed.”
“Then what the fuck did you pull?”
“I wanted it too!” she shouted. “I wanted you! I wanted…” she pulled up a deep breath, “you…what you were offering.”
Hope jack hammered a hole in his chest but the length of time Adara waited, Luke didn’t know anymore what to think. “Cut the crap, Kerslake.”
Before he could blink, Adara had her hands on his collar and slammed him against the wall, dislodging some of the dust and raining powder on them. Her eyes flashed slowly turning red orange. Emotions ran through them. Fury. Helplessness.
Despair.
Something changed between them. The air became charged with remnants of what they had. Adara’s nearness, the scent of her sweetness blanketed Luke so close his blood went south to his cock. Her bloodlust was replaced by the golden flecks of desire rising from the depths of her being. Luke zeroed in on her mouth and they parted as Adara looked at his lips too. Chest to chest, hips to hips, their hearts fluttered, responded, replied to the still undeniable sensual thread connecting them.
Then she released him and stepped away, pivoting on her heel and sinking on the sofa.
“You made me feel things I’d forgotten and discovered more than I ever thought existed. And that’s the problem. You. Made. Me. Feel. And at this point in my life, feeling is dangerous.”

MEET ISOBELLE CATE

Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks. Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist. Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations: the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins. Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.

Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

Excerpt Reveal: THE PRINCESS’S DUTY, An all-new Paranormal Fae Romance by SLOANE MURPHY is Releasing October 22nd!

 

The Princess’s Duty, an all-new Paranormal Fae Romance by Sloane Murphy is releasing October 22nd!

 

 

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Synopsis:

Have you ever wanted to escape? To be the one thing that everyone told you could never be?

All my life I’ve wanted to escape this place.

The nature of the Seelie court is one I was meant to be born to, but its everything I’m not.

The darkness around me threatens to pull me under when I was so close to everything I ever wanted, and now I have to sacrifice everything. Marry the man I hate to save the one I love.

Being a Princess of the Seelie Court isn’t everything its cracked up to be. Especially when Cade Vasara is involved.

 

 

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There are so many people in here. Royals and social climbers of the Winter Court, I try to see into the

edge of the room, cast in shadows, but the light surrounding me blinds me from it. The applause

continues as I make my way onto the stage, in front of the table where the Vasara’s sit, with Cade to the

left of his father who is just an older, slightly greying version of Cade, and Rowan to the right by his

mother. I curtsy as tradition dictates and hold my submissive position until I am released by King Earon’s

words.

“Emilia Daarke. What a long time it has been! Maybe this time when you leave here, it will not be in

bloody circumstances,” his cruel smile takes up half of his face and I hear the laughter and spattering of

applause from his audience behind me. I look to Lanora, whose face is unreadable. Cade sits stoically as

if his father has said nothing, but I see Rowan wince slightly from the corner of my eye. I will not be

baited, because that it exactly what they want.

“King Earon, it has been a long time. I’m glad the years have been kinder to me than it seems they’ve

been to you,” I say sweetly, my insult obvious but I know these people, I grew up with them. Trading

insults is nothing more than a game to them. He pauses, and a hush descends across the room, before

his laughter belts out, the sound bouncing across the room and I breathe a little easier knowing I’ve

started well, and I’m not bleeding yet. Insulting the winter fae is dangerous game. Sometimes they

laugh, other times, they’ll kill you where you stand. Blood sport is nothing unusual to them.

Cade stands and circles me, blatantly taking in my form in the corseted dress, which hugs and

accentuates every curve I have, trying to demean me without words. I stand and take it, being treated

like a piece of meat, as is expected.

“You, Emilia, chose to return here, after your twin brother was slaughtered here at my own hand, and

yet, you still wish to marry me and become queen of this court. Is that right?” Cade faces the audience

rather than me, everything for their entertainment and to make me feel like less than nothing.

“That is right, but must you really treat me with such disrespect. Someone who could potentially be your

future wife, your future queen. Can you not even look at me when you address me?” I don’t see his

hand as it reaches out and strikes me across the face, lightning fast, the shock of it knocking me off

balance.

“Maybe you are the one who needs to learn some respect, to the future king of this court, and to the

man you are hoping to marry. Know your place.” He towers over me, and that’s when I work out his

game. He wants us to submit, to show that we are weak and unworthy of him. So I brace myself and

stand.

“My place, your highness,” I spit, “is not on my knees, or at your feet.” I stand tall and take him face on.

“No queen of your court or mine is a submissive coward. I was not raised to cower before you, but to be

the strength and power at your side.”

About Sloane Murphy

My name is Sloane, but people call me a variety of names, particularly after they read my books. If you’ve read them, I’m sure you can use your imagination to work them out. I was born in England and have lived in small towns and cities ever since.

My husband, Chris, is the most supportive person in my life. Without his love, help and patience I wouldn’t be where I am today. Living my dreams, with him by my side and our crazy fur baby creating chaos.

At school I drifted through, achieving average grades. I fell into administration and sales jobs, thinking that I couldn’t really do anything else, despite always wanting more.

I’d been writing poetry and song lyrics since the age of about 11, but my love of reading has always been strong. In 2012, I got my first kindle and discovered the works of Samantha Young, Addison Moore, Amanda Hocking, Tijan, A.E Murphy and many many more.

In 2015 I stumbled into the indie world by accident. I emailed a certain indie author after falling head over heels for her books, and she became one of the best friends I will ever have. She’s a gladiator! But she pulled me in, and took me to my first book signing. She encouraged me to start my blog. She encouraged me to put my art out into the world, first with teasers & covers.

Then when I finally told her about my stories, she encouraged me to put them out there. Between her and the one I love the most – thank you, Lauren Rowe – (my twinnie, and my best friend) I found the confidence to put myself out there, and the rest, as they say, is history.

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Blog Tour + Excerpt: FORTUNATE ENCOUNTERS ( The Signs Series Book One ) by CATERINA PASSARELLI! @caterina88 @InkslingerPR

 

Today we have the blog tour for FORTUNATE ENCOUNTERS by Caterina Passarelli, a first in the new Signs Series!

Title: FORTUNATE ENCOUNTERS
Series: The Signs Series
Author: Caterina Passarelli
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release: September 20
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About FORTUNATE ENCOUNTERS

Sitting at the wrong table turned my life upside down.

I was supposed to be on a date with one man but made a huge mistake—a mistake I keep bumping into all over New York City.

Clark Chambers is arrogant, straightforward, devastatingly handsome, and takes what he wants. And right now his sight is set on me.

But he only wants friends with benefits. And I’d rather eat dirt than agree to that.

After an “enough is enough” moment, I turn to the Universe for help & ask for a special sign.

And it’s just my luck … looks like rabbits & romance really do mix!

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“You give any more thought to my proposal?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” I ask in shock, pulling my arm out of his grasp. “We are standing at a funeral and you want to talk about … about …” I stutter.

“Sex,” Clark says. He nods in the direction of the church. “This might be a fun place to make that happen.”

“You are a pig!” I swat his chest before getting into my car, but Clark holds the door open.

“How about you give me one night?” He stares down at me from outside of the car. “I bet I can make you change your mind. And if you hate it, then you can tell me to fuck off.”

“Like a money back guarantee?” I cock my eyebrow as he smirks.

I stare ahead at my parents who are still chatting outside the church doors. My mom is going on and on about who knows what, but her lips don’t stop moving. Dad stands there letting her run the show, like usual.

A one night stand.

A fling with the bad boy.

It would kill her to find out that her proper daughter would do such a slutty thing.

“Fine. One night,” I point at him like I mean business. “You better make it good.” I reach out to grab my door with a little force, causing Clark to move to the side. “See you later. You’ll find me in the phone book.”

I don’t want to make this any easier for him. Are phonebooks still a thing? My students surely wouldn’t know what one was.

I speed off in the direction of Riverside. He’ll need to do a little work if he plans to cash in on this agreement.

* * *

Clark

Give me one night? I bet I can make you change your mind.

What the fuck did I say that for? I’ve never in my life begged a woman for anything—especially sex.

You better make it good.

I’ll show her. And the weird thing is, I want to show her. The script will be flipped soon enough, Juliette.

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About Caterina Passarelli

Former TV News Producer turned Romance author, Caterina Passarelli has always had a love for words. From real-life Detroit crime to fictional love stories around the globe, she hopes to take her readers on a fast-paced adventure.

Caterina is the author of five titles in multiple genres: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance and Romantic Suspense.

When she’s not writing about alpha males and strong, sarcastic women, she is the CEO of an online fitness coaching company.

Caterina is the fur mom to her three-year-old rescue dog, Piper, who she spoils uncontrollably.

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Excerpt Reveal: KAZNACHEI’S PAIN by V.F. MASON is Coming on October 4th!@Author_VFMason

 

She changed everything. And demanded it all.

Kaznachei’s Pain by V.F. Mason is releasing on October 4th!/
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KaznacheiA long time ago, life was nothing but never-ending suffering.

The brotherhood welcomed me with open arms, giving me a chance even though I hated everything about it.

For years I lived on the edge of desperation, seeking solace in things that never gave me peace.

Until she showed up, changing everything…and demanding it all.

A beautiful yet stubborn FBI agent who made me crazy with every breath she took.

Unfortunately, her presence awakened the evils of my past that would not rest until they destroyed what I held dear to my heart.

 

EXCERPT:

“Your place or mine?” As the words spilled from my lips, thunder echoed in the sky and I barely contained a grin.

Even nature was shocked with the FBI agent wanting to hook up with a Bratva member.

About the Author:

V.F.Mason always loved reading books and had quite a few fights with her momma over the genre she liked (romance, duh!) She studied filmmaking and thought that would feed her desire for stories, but that didn’t happen. Finally, when she was tired of all those voices in her head, she sat down and wrote a book. It was a huge decision to make and she thanks her friends and family for supporting her in it. When she is not writing, she can be found with her friends doing all sorts of crazy things or reading recent romance books that were written by her favorite authors.

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