Promo: Red Dress by Erzabet Bishop

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Being naughty never felt so nice…

Cecily’s husband Neil has kept her waiting one too many times. After another lonely night of movie watching, she decides to take her pleasure into her own hands. Tangled up tinsel, a smoking hot red dress, and a holiday wish come true are in store for Cecily when Neil comes home from work and catches her being a very naughty girl.

 

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“What are you doing?” Neil’s voice slid along her spine, startling her.

Cecily wobbled on her heels, trying not to fall. She reached out and rested her hand on the bed, trying not to think about what almost might have happened. For once she was glad of her obsession with organizing by list. If she’d reached into that drawer…

Her eyes were drawn to the phone on his hip and she twisted her fingers together. Had he viewed the pictures?

“I was getting changed.”

Setting down his briefcase and a large bag, Neil crossed his arms over his broad chest and narrowed his eyes. A curl of dark brown hair fell across his broad forehead, his lips thinning in displeasure.

“I had a meeting that ran late and I had to stop and pick up a few things for our evening. You were supposed to be ready at seven.”

“I was.”

“But you aren’t now.”

“No.” Cecily blushed and edged the point of her black dress shoe against the carpet. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”

“Forgot?” Neil’s eyes snapped up, his voice sharp. He moved forward, his long legs crossing the span of the bedroom in moments. Fingers gripped her chin and forced her gaze upwards. “I would never forget you. Change of plans. We’re staying in…for now.” Neil released her and stepped back, his eyes molten.

 

About the Author

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Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website with her Fetish Fair, Gingerbread Dreams, Holiday Cruise and Temptation Resorts interactive romances, Sci Spanks 2014 Anthology, Potnia, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Forbidden Fruit, Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, Cougars, Spank or Treat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Wicked Things, Unwrap these Presents, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World, Vaginas and Vulvas, Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough, No Safewords II, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Hungry for More, Gratis II, Gratis III, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Eternal Haunted Summer, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters, Coming Together: For the Holidays and Coming Together: Hungry for Love among others. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Dinner Date, Tethered, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Red Moon Rising (upcoming), Red Boots (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Holidays in Hell, Pomegranate (upcoming), Red Dress, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin: A Sigil Fire Short, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation.

Erzabet was a finalist for the GCLS 2014 awards in two separate categories. She lives in Texas with her husband and furry children, and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects, and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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Promo: A Touch of the Heart by Pelaam

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Christmas—a time for Santa, elves, and angels. But they don’t exist. Or do they? Alex is about to find out.

Alex loves making Christmas special for the customers who visit his shop, despite his own sadness and loneliness. He employs Michael as his store Santa, and when a young would-be shoplifter, Jackson, is caught, he’s persuaded by Michael to give him a chance. To Alex’s surprise, he’s attracted to Jackson, but he really has no idea how to deal with it.

Will Alex get a touch of the heart from an angel to help him find the love he deserves?

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Heading downstairs on Michael’s heels, Alex ignored the curious glances of the gathered crowd. The guard had taken the young man over to Jayne, his senior till operator. The pinched and sour look on Jayne’s face told Alex she, too, had become judge, juror, and executer in regards to the would-be shoplifter. She met Alex’s gaze squarely as he approached.

“It’s all right. Everything’s under control. I’ve told security to call the police. He probably wanted to sell the scarf to get money for drink or drugs.”

An inner voice told Alex that wasn’t the case. Yes, the man had piercings, and tattoos, but that was no reason to make such a sweeping judgment. Especially in front of onlookers. The guilt and sadness in the young man’s eyes were unmissable. This was no seasoned thief. His skin was pale, but blemish-free, and he didn’t strike Alex as someone who did drugs.

Stepping between the guard and Jayne, Alex held up his hand. “Don’t call the police just yet. I haven’t decided whether I need them or not. What’s the story here, Max?”

“Seems this feller thought he didn’t need to pay like everyone else.” The guard shook the young man’s arm. “Spotted him slipping a scarf inside his jacket. Are you sure you don’t want me to call the police? This lady did.” Max indicated Jayne, who glowered at the young man.

“It would teach him a good lesson to be locked up.” Jayne sniffed loudly.

Instinctively, Alex felt certain that was far from the truth. He shook his head. “Not now. Thank you for spotting what happened, Max, but I’d like to speak to him in my office.”

“I’ll hang around.” Max glared at the man as Michael and the would-be shoplifter headed toward the stairs.

“Don’t let him fool you with some sob story,” Jayne called out.

“That won’t be necessary. I can call the police if needed.” Alex glanced over his shoulder and wasn’t surprised to see Jayne, the guard, and a few customers huddled around the till. He shook his head.

Once in his office, Alex sat at his desk with Michael and the stranger opposite him, seated next to each other. He steepled his fingers and leaned forward. “Why don’t you tell us your name to start with?”

“Look, I did it. Just call the cops and get this over, okay? I knew my luck would run out eventually. Don’t drag it out.” The young man’s green-eyed gaze was filled with defeat, and his voice was world-weary. Alex’s heart ached at the despondent tone.

 

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Living in clean, green New Zealand, Pelaam is a best-selling, multipublished author of gay romance and erotic books. When not busy writing, she can be found indulging in her other passions of cookery and wine appreciation.

Pelaam’s book Breath of the Feathered Serpent is a finalist for the 2014 Rainbow Awards in Gay Futuristic/Sci-fi and has been given an Honorable Mention. Bedazzled and Firebird were a combined finalist for the Rainbow Awards in Gay Futuristic/sci-fi 2013.

 

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Promo: Sins of an Angel by Ishabelle Torry

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Seven Deadly Sins… One tempted angel…

As an Angel of Mercy, Nayla’s duty is to collect the souls of the mortals who’ve given up on life and return them to the Guff for rebirth. But her loyalty to duty is challenged when she’s sent to destroy the essence of Grant Farris. Calling upon the Archangel Michael, she begs for leniency. After all, how can one be happy when all one has known is pain?

Grant has no idea that his eternal soul is facing total annihilation. As far as he’s concerned, this life can go straight to hell…which is exactly what Lucifer intends. But when the angel Nayla interferes and is granted mortality to aid in Grant’s redemption, Lucifer realizes an even better opportunity. He could have his very own Angel of Mercy!

Can Nayla save Grant’s soul without losing her own to temptation?

 

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The smell of cinnamon teased Nayla’s nose. She licked her lips. “I didn’t see it set out earlier. Perhaps just a small bite then?”

The server scooped a chunk onto her plate with a smile. “Bon appetite.” She winked.

Nayla plopped down into her seat across from Grant and anxiously dipped her spoon into the steaming apple dessert. She closed her eyes as the warmth of the fruit and spices melted on her palate. She scooped a bigger piece up and shoved it into her watering mouth, licking the spoon clean.

“Is that good?” Grant sniggered. “You seem to be enjoying it”—his gaze dropped to the newly clean utensil still pressed to her lips—”a lot.”

Heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “I must confess, this is the most delicious thing I can recall ever eating. What is it named again?”

“Apple pie. A good ol’ American favorite.”

“Oh. I love it! Do you like to eat pie?”

Grant grunted, his dark eyes darting back to his own plate with a grin. “Oh man, do I love…pie.”

She scraped up another bite. Excited over sharing something in common, she held her spoon out across the table. “I insist you eat a piece of my pie then! It is marvelous.”

Grant’s fork clattered to the table. He sat back, running a hand through his tousled hair. “I think I’m going to skip dessert today.”

Nayla leaned over the table, swaying the apple pie before him. “Just one bite…one lick? I dare say you won’t regret it.” Her Slavic accent rolled the “r” in regret.

His mouth clamped down on the spoon, pulling it away from her hand. He swallowed the bite without really chewing, tossing the silverware on his plate. “Eat the muffin, Nayla. We have to leave soon.”

 

About the Author

At the age of fourteen, Ishabelle Torry stole her first romance novel, Warrior’s Lady by Madeline Baker, from her mother’s glass “no-no” cabinet. It was then Ishabelle fell in love with the idea of new worlds, love conquers all, and the ability to forget the real world as she took on the lives of characters that were just as real as the people she interacted with every day. It wasn’t long before her fixation with romance novels landed her in the high school office to collect the books confiscated during the previous week. Ishabelle swore one day she’d write the kind of book that would keep readers so enthralled, they’d too risk confiscation to keep turning the pages!

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Promo: When Dark Falls by Pippa Jay

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When Dark Falls…she rises…

In a city where Dark Technologies Inc. now runs the show, Kadie Williams has more immediate concerns than the fall of Blaze, their guardian superhero. Almost every morning for the last few months she’s woken up with cuts and bruises on her body and no idea how she got them. There are no nightmares. No evidence that she sleepwalks or any sign of a break in. And nothing to tell her who’s been cleaning up after her. As just one of thousands of civilians conscripted to slave away in the labs of Professor Dark, she knew there’d be trouble ahead. But she never expected it to be so bad, or so personal.

Desperate for answers, Kadie looks to the new defender of the night, the only person who can hinder the total domination of Professor Dark—Nocturnelle. The mysterious vigilante superhero came from nowhere with her cybernetic sidekick Shadow, set on putting an end to the brutality of Dark’s regime. But as his laboratories work on a new secret super-weapon, Nocturnelle and Shadow may not be enough to save Nephopolis…or to save Kadie either.

 

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Nocturnelle perched on the carved griffin statue decorating the tower’s cornerstone, with hundreds of feet of empty space between her and the ground below. Her second skin felt tight. It was a familiar sensation and yet always the first thing she noticed on waking, as if her body needed to remind her of the fact. She stretched and her outer skin crackled like leather. She flexed her fingers, the delicate oh-so-white digits a stark contrast to her black arms. Silver lines marked her left forearm, and she frowned at them. She was meant to be impervious to blades and bullets, and yet somehow, not too long ago, she must have injured herself.

As she rose, her skin creaked. She stretched again, and then tugged her hands through her hair, pulling the thick swathe of black silk from her face and knotting it at the back. Darkest Night forbid it should get in her way. The second skin pressed tight against her forehead, running around her eyes and mouth, cradling her chin. She ran her fingers around the edges, tracing the outline. Perfect. Her body tingled as though electricity danced in her veins, and she smiled. Breathed in the evening air. This was her time.

Viscous and reeking, the night sky hung over the city of Art Deco towers and buildings like an oil-slick. Behind her, the metallic chinking of the cloudburner cooling after a day spent scorching the sky ticked away the seconds like a clock.

“Nelle?”

The deep male voice sent a shiver down her back, and she turned. “Ah, my faithful Shadow. Ready for another night-time jaunt?”

A figure stepped out of the shadows to join her. He matched her for height; his whipcord frame clad in a charcoal-colored armor vest, black combats, and a hip-length military jacket. When the rooftop lights hit his face, the chiseled jawline showed; his skin a dark tan. He wore a mask over his eyes, but his teeth gleamed white when he smiled. And when he smiled, something inside Nelle set her heart racing.

“Ready and set, Nelle.”

“Excellent.” She nodded to him. As one they yanked grapple hooks with lines from their belts and tossed them toward the spire of girders that surmounted every tower run by Dark. The auto-clamps engaged on contact, grasping the metal post tight in unrelenting jaws. Nelle jumped from the rooftop first, and gravity snatched the air from her chest.

Floor after floor of lit apartment windows rushed by her, as dizzying as the wind whipping through her hair. The jolt as she hit the cable’s end made her laugh. She let loose an exultant cry as she swung in a graceful arc around the edges of the tower and the rotund shape of one of Dark’s airships cruised toward her.

 

About the Author

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 21 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include a YA science fiction novel—Gethyon—published through BURST (Champagne Books), a scifi romance novella—Tethered—published by Breathless Press, a YA paranormal romance—Restless In Peaceville—published by Lycaon Press, four self-published short stories (Terms & Conditions Apply, The Bones of the Sea, Reboot and Hallow’s Eve), and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen. You can also find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Google+, and Wattpad

 

 

Promo: Palehua by A. J. Llewellyn

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Lio Paikai, reincarnated warrior of the lost Hawaiian kingdom, finds trouble in paradise. The old island gods demand Pālehua from his family: blood sacrifice.

Lio Paikai is adjusting to both his new, extremely passionate relationship with his lover, Kord Ashley, and his status as ‘Ailani, the reincarnated, loyal warrior who fought for the last king of the Hawaiian islands Oahu and Maui. Having severed his ties with his mother, Kalani, Lio grows closer to his father and his new family, but Kalani won’t leave them alone.

Violating a restraining order of protection, she is arrested. Hours later, when Lio accompanies his stepmother to a birthing class, a strange woman falls from the sky landing on the hood of his SUV. Old wounds, old curses, and the demand for retribution threaten to destroy his entire family. Lio must uncover the identity of the fallen woman and soon learns her heartbreaking connection to his mother and the damage it has caused Kalani her entire life. Lio must right an ancient wrong and appease the old island gods that demand an immediate Pālehua: blood sacrifice.

 

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One hour and five minutes later, we walked out of the house. Marcella kept assuring me I’d done very well as she held my arm. My back, neck, and shoulders ached. I’d had to act out giving birth to a baby-doll while Marcella pretended to be my birthing partner.

I felt sorry for my dad. The way she’d screamed at me gave me every indication that she would be a real Nazi in the delivery room.

I was in total panic. I’d had to pretend to give birth to the fake baby so that I empathized with Marcella’s process, but found the experience so traumatic I didn’t think I’d ever get over it. I kept trying to imagine her vagina opening to a huge, cavernous space as my father massaged the baby’s emerging head with olive oil.

Had he done this for me and Louie? What about Marcella? Wouldn’t the pain be horrendous?

“You did great, sweetie,” she said. “You’re a champion.”

“No, I’m not. I’m a wuss. I couldn’t handle the belly.”

“You were fabulous.”

“Who was better, me or Kord?”

“Oh, sweetie. Don’t do this to yourself.”

“Kord, right?”

She flashed me a guilty look. “Well, he sang show tunes as he delivered.” She frowned suddenly. “I should have realized then that he was gay.”

As we got to the SUV, she peered inside. “Sweetie, do we have any apples in there?”

No, we didn’t, but a quick stop over at Foodland would fix that.

As I let her into the passenger side, I stared across the road at a newish house right on the corner. I had no idea why it held my interest, but I caught a sudden glimpse of ghostly children running across the street to it.

I blinked, and nostalgia filled my soul. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The streets were all gone, and I stared at miles and miles of sugar crops. I was standing on the site of an old plantation.

I saw a flash of a different building right on this corner. It was the kind of old Hawaiian-style building that marked a different era. Painted white and with a red roof, it had a lanai in front. I swear I smelled ice cream and chocolate. I heard laughter.

Across the top I saw in faded lettering the name Goo.

And just like that, the image faded.

When I got into the driver’s side, Marcella said, “What are you seeing, sweetie?”

Shaking my head, I threw off the sudden emotion I felt. “I know it sounds weird, but I got a glimpse of what used to be there.”

“What did you see?”

I hesitated. “A huge sugar plantation. And right where the house is, I saw a shop. A lot of kids went to it. I think it was a kind of soda fountain.”

She reached her hand over to mine. “It was. It was the old Plantation Store, but people called it Charlie Goo’s Store after the owner. It closed about twenty years ago.”

I nodded. A strange, unsettled feeling came over me.

“You think maybe the spirits are getting you ready for a new case?” she asked.

“I’m thinking, maybe.”

We weren’t wrong.

Twenty seconds later, something fell on the hood of the car, making us both scream. It wasn’t a coconut. It wasn’t a bowling bowl. It wasn’t a vagina or even an empathy belly. What fell on my hood and scared the heck out of both of us was a woman. At least, I thought she was.

And she’d fallen out of the clear blue sky.

 

About the Author

A.J. Llewellyn is an author whose obsession with myth, magic, love, and romance might have led to serious stalking charges had it not been for the ability to write. Thanks to the existence of some very patient publishers, A.J.’s days are spent writing, reading, and dreaming up new worlds. AJ has definitely stopped Google searching former boyfriends and given up all ambition to taste-test every cupcake in the universe to produce over 150 published gay erotic romance novels.

A.J. wants you to read them all.

You can find this author lurking on Facebook and Twitter—part-time class clown being another occupation. When not writing or reading, A.J.’s other passions include juggling, kite-boarding, and spending a fortune buying upgrade apps for Diner Dash.

 

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Promo: Blood Bond by Lisa Casian

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When Bowen pleads for Cassian’s help in saving his beloved from Eris, Cassian must fulfill his duty as Shade and lead the shadow army, risking more than just his soul.

Centuries ago, Cassian formed a bond with the goddess of chaos and stripped all that made him human, releasing the evil inside him. He became a Shade, leader of the shadow army. But Cassian could never allow the evil to fully entrench his heart.

Anna is running away from her life and her father. Switching places with her maid, she accepts a job as a healer, unaware that the job would require much more—her body and her heart. She gives both willingly to Cassian.

When Bowen pleads for Cassian’s help in saving his own beloved from Eris, Cassian must fulfill his duty as a Shade and submit to Eris in order to save her. But it requires releasing Nyx out of Hades, along with a shadow army to rule over the humans. And with Anna’s life at stake, Cassian has much more to lose than just his soul.

Only working together with his brother will allow them to save those they love and, hopefully, the world. If they don’t kill each other first.

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Cassian pulled away, releasing her lips from his, but remained close enough to feel the heat of her breath on his face. Her scent a mask he wore over his heart. He wanted to tell her to be afraid of him, of Bowen, even of Bas. To stop risking her life for them. But all that came out was, “Drop the visual of him and think of me.”

She smiled, a hint of blush on her cheeks, as he felt a fool. Grateful that they stopped, he stepped out of the carriage and into the night.

The ship bobbled in the still, calm waters. The sails fluttered as the men began preparing the voyage. But Cassian didn’t pay much attention to that. What he did see was a tall woman with flowing red hair waiting for them on the deck. Anna let out a groan.

Versandi.

Versandi smiled a brilliant smile at Cassian, and Bowen laughed beside him. “She is something, isn’t she?”

“She’s not here for me, dumbass,” Cassian scolded.

Bowen dropped his smile.

“Isabeau wants you to feed.” Cassian turned to look at his brother. “And if you ever, ever, lay your hands on Anna again, I will kill you.”

Bowen narrowed his gaze. Cassian was glad Anna had already boarded with Samir so she wouldn’t feel guilty of the threat. Bowen seemed to recover, and a smile spread on his face, though his eyes were hollow. “You better keep her close then.” He tapped his forehead and climbed on board.

 

About the Author

Lisa Casian is the author of Bloodrose and the sequel Blood Bond, published by Breathless Press.

Lisa completed a Bachelors degree in Psychology with a minor in Criminal Justice at Northeastern Illinois University, and works in the community strengthening families. She spends her spare time reading and writing great romance with tough heroines and bad-boy heroes.

Lisa resides in Chicago with her family, a household of kids, and the bliss of chaos. You can follow her on her blog http://www.lisacasian.wordpress.com; on twitter @LisaCasian; and Facebook https://www.facebook.com/LisaCasianAuthor

 

 

Promo: To Have or to Haunt by Ishabelle Torry

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Can Melanie’s Halloween bash survive Leah’s ghostly tricks?

Melanie Fyre is a passionate teacher determined to raise funds for the town’s school. What better way to do it than by expanding the local businesses? All she needs is land. Untouched for years thanks to a local superstition, the Crowe property is perfect. If Melanie can debunk the myth, she can get the use of those 600 beautiful acres. She just has to prove to the town that Leah’s ghost is not haunting the mansion, even on Samhain night.

Burned to death and proclaimed a witch, Leah Crowe’s soul has been cursed to an eternity of loneliness, all because she dared to love a woman. When the saucy Melanie arrives at her home to throw a costume party that mocks Leah’s very existence, the bitter ghost resolves to renew the town’s fear of her name. Will Leah’s ghost ruin all of Melanie’s plans?

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That voice… Melanie’s head snapped left, then right. “Leah?” On either side stood groups of people, but no one she didn’t recognize immediately—even through the plethora of costumes. She turned in a circle, searching for the face the voice belonged to. “You know it’s not nice to stalk people.”

“I was thinking much the same in regards to someone inviting themselves into my home.”

Melanie jumped. It sounded as if Leah were speaking directly into her ear. “Your home? As in Leah Crowe’s home?” She laughed so hard she snorted. “So that’s what you were doing in the room upstairs…haunting me?”

Once again, Leah’s voice sounded near. “No. I had only intended to ask that you leave and take your party elsewhere. I will haunt you if you fail to comply.”

Melanie crossed her arms and chuckled. Someone was definitely pranking her.

Circled by a group of men paying homage to her costume, Ally randomly waved from across the room, raising a glass of beer. Melanie smirked. So busted! This scenario had her best friend’s name written all over it. She nodded, licking her lips. “Bring it on, ghost chick. This party needs some entertainment anyway.”

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About the Author

At the age of fourteen, Ishabelle Torry stole her first romance novel, Warrior’s Lady by Madeline Baker, from her mother’s glass “no-no” cabinet. It was then Ishabelle fell in love with the idea of new worlds, love conquers all, and the ability to forget the real world as she took on the lives of characters that were just as real as the people she interacted with every day. It wasn’t long before her fixation with romance novels landed her in the high school office to collect the books confiscated during the previous week. Ishabelle swore one day she’d write the kind of book that would keep readers so enthralled, they’d too risk confiscation to keep turning the pages!

Book Promotion: Vegetarian Weight Loss by Jonathan Vine

Today’s book promotion comes from Jonathan Vine and his book called Vegetarian Weight Loss. If you like weight loss books, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

 

Book: Vegetarian Weight Loss
Author: Jonathan Vine
Genre:
Vegetarian, weight loss

Publisher: Jonathan Vine
Format: ebook
Release Date: 
5/23/2014

Summary:
Want to lose those extra pounds and live a healthy lifestyle?
The best new vegetarian weight loss diet. Start today and lose weight instantly!
Vegetarian Weight Loss is written for anyone who wants to lose weight fast while following one of the healthiest and easiest ways to eat! Not only will you start to feel great but you will be shedding all those unwanted pounds too!
Most people, when they start to look at becoming a vegetarian can be slightly overwhelmed at all of the different information out there. Especially when it comes to losing weight and staying healthy at the same time! That is why I wrote this book. I wanted to clear up a lot of that confusion and give you a very simple, quick to read guide to losing weight from eating like a vegetarian.
In “Vegetarian Weight Loss” you will discover:
• How being vegetarian helps you lose weight – the scientific proof is all there, being vegetarian will make you lose weight!
• The health benefits of the vegetarian diet – all the great things you can expect to experience with this fantastic way of eating
• Vegetarian Sources Of Vitamins And Protein – this chapter is crucial if you are going to remain healthy whilst being a vegetarian!
• Foods To Eat And Foods To Avoid – an easy to read guide of all the great foods you can eat, but also the ones that you should avoid!
• Tips For Weight Loss Success – use my special tips to boost and accelerate your weight loss and good health!
• 28 delicious, mind blowing Vegetarian Weight Loss Recipes – all my very best vegetarian recipes to help you lose weight!
• And much more…
The Vegetarian Weight Loss diet is really simple and fun to follow, whether you go vegan or vegetarian your body will experience a complete transformation!
This book is pure cutting-edge content from someone who has spent the past 3 years and thousands of hours of research testing and refining what really works to bring you only the best of the best recipes, methods , and weight loss tips.


I want to thank Jonathan Vine for allowing me to promote his book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read Vegetarian Weight Loss!

 

Promo: Mercury Rising by Rebekah Lewis

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Nymphs in peril, obsessive gods, females who literally cannot admit when they’re wrong, and unruly satyrs. Just another typical day for Hermes.

When Zeus refuses to demand Apollo release Daphne from captivity in Olympus, the only option left is for Hermes to free the nymph himself. A simple task for a god with his skillset, but risking the wrath of Apollo never went well for anyone.

However, imprisoned nymphs aren’t distraction enough when a former flame crashes back into Hermes’ life. It’s been a long time since he laid eyes on Hybris, and the timing couldn’t be worse. As the goddess of hubris, she has many quirks—such as being incapable of apologizing. And no matter how much she tries to assure him she can be trusted, the memory of her betrayal remains.

As they formulate a plan to rescue Daphne, Hermes soon suspects no threat is greater than the tribulations of the heart.

Don’t miss the first part of The Adventures of Hermes, a companion series to The Cursed Satyroi.

 

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“I don’t have time for this, Hy. I have things to do. Important things.” A promise made to a satyr, one Hermes intended to keep. A damsel in distress. Heroics and all.

Hybris yawned. “Yeah. I see. Meandering around California and swimming at the beach is a matter of life or death.”

Shaking his head, he opened the glass door into the house. He attempted to shut it behind him, but she shoved past. Hermes made an extensive effort not to notice she still smelled like pomegranates.

He failed.

“Well, I was waiting for Zeus to summon me before you showed up with your judgy…judginess.” He closed the door and turned back to find her relaxing on his couch, despite her soaking wet clothing. Rude.

She studied her nails. “And did he?”

“Not yet.”

“Then you aren’t doing anything important.” Her gaze flicked down to his groin. “Yet.” Standing, Hybris advanced toward him.

“No. Oh, no, no, no. No.” Hermes rocketed away and hovered out of her immediate reach. “We are so not going there again. Not this time. Not this day. Not happening.” Was she for real? After all she’d done, she wanted sex from him?

Unsure if his ego or her influence on his personal hubris affected him, a warm smugness took hold. He’d always been cocky, but she could bring it out to the maximum.

“And why not? I’m a beautiful woman, you desire me, and you have an open schedule. Take off your pants and pleasure me.”

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Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA with her cat, Bagheera.

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Promo: Asylum by Dana Wright

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ISBN: 978-1-77101-393-2

By Dana Wright

Heat Rating: 1

Word Count: 16435

Release Date: October 10, 2014

 

The voices of the past are alive behind the iron gates of Bremore Asylum. Can Rachel and Matt deduce its secrets before it’s too late?

When Rachel agrees to take the job investigating the disappearance of a fellow ghost hunter at Bremore Asylum, she is totally unprepared for the sexy and stubborn psychic debunker Matt Rutledge to be a part of the package. Can these two opposing forces find the answers behind the asylum’s crumbling walls before they become the newest victims to the asylum’s grim history?

 

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Rachel narrowed her eyes. What little hold she held on her frayed temper snapped. Self-doubt flared, but she stamped it out as quickly as it came.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She stepped forward, hands clenched into fists, her foot brushing against the luggage. Her hoodie slid off the suitcase and flopped unceremoniously into the dirt.

“We haven’t even started on the project and you’re trying to displace me already?”

Rutledge stepped back, surprise clear on his lightly parted lips. Lips she apparently still wanted to kiss, damn his eyes. God, what was wrong with her?

“My friend almost died because of a mistake I made. But you’re already aware of that, aren’t you, Mr. High and Mighty? Listen to me and listen good. I’m here because my grandmother needs me. I’m a damn fine ghost hunter, which you would already know if you bothered to see beyond what happened to Jeannie.” She poked her finger into his chest and had the satisfaction of seeing him wince.

Matt stepped back and held up his hands, a ruddy flush creeping up his cheeks. “Okay. I was out of line. Truce?” He bent down and carefully picked up her hoodie, handing it to her gingerly.

“Thank you, Mr. Rutledge.” Rachel snatched the hoodie from his hands and tied it around her waist with a firm yank. She didn’t want to chance it falling in the dirt again and it was going to be a long weekend. At the rate they were going, it was going to be a full-on ice storm between them.

A flash of humor crossed his face. “Do you think maybe you could call me Matt?”

“That depends.”

“On what?” Matt cocked his eyebrow with surprise.

“On whether you can stop dissecting me like one of your frauds.”

 

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dana wright

Dana Wright has always had a fascination with things that go bump in the night. She is often found playing at local bookstores, trying not to maim herself with crochet hooks or knitting needles, watching monster movies with her husband and furry kids or blogging about books. More commonly, she is chained to her computers, writing like a woman possessed. She is currently working on several children’s stories, young adult fiction, romantic suspense, short stories and is trying her hand at poetry. She is a contributing author to Ghost Sniffer’s CYOA, Siren’s Call E-zine in their “Women in Horror” issue in February 2013 and “Revenge” in October 2013, a contributing author to Potatoes!, Fossil Lake, Of Dragons and Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds, Undead in Pictures, Potnia, Shadows and Light, Dark Corners, Wonderstruck, Shifters: A Charity Anthology, Dead Harvest, Monster Diaries (upcoming), Holiday Horrors and the Roms, Bombs and Zoms Anthology from Evil Girlfriend Media. She is the author of Asylum due out in October 2014.   Dana has also reviewed music for Muzikreviews.com specializing in New Age and alternative music and has been a contributing writer to Eternal Haunted Summer, Nightmare Illustrated, Massacre Magazine, Metaphor Magazine, The Were Traveler October 2013 edition: The Little Magazine of Magnificent Monsters, the December 2013 issue The Day the Zombies Ruled the Earth. She currently reviews music at New Age Music Reviews and Write a Music Review.

 

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