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Cover Reveal: Bite Somebody by Sara Dobie Bauer

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Publication Date: June 21, 2016 • Paranormal Romance

$13.95 trade paperback, 272 pages • $5.99 ebook ISBN-13: 978-0692661833

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Information: http://www.worldweaverpress.com/store/p103/Bite_Somebody.html

Blurb:

“Do you want to be perfect?” That’s what Danny asked Celia the night he turned her into a vampire. Three months have passed since, and immortality didn’t transform her into the glamorous, sexy vamp she was expecting, but left her awkward, lonely, and working at a Florida gas station. On top of that, she’s a giant screw-up of an immortal, because the only blood she consumes is from illegally obtained hospital blood bags. What she needs to do—according to her moody vampire friend Imogene—is just … bite somebody. But Celia wants her first bite to be special, and she has yet to meet Mr. Right Bite.

Then, Ian moves in next door. His scent creeps through her kitchen wall and makes her nose tingle, but insecure Celia can’t bring herself to meet the guy face-to-face. When she finally gets a look at Ian’s cyclist physique, curly black hair, and sun-kissed skin, other parts of Celia tingle, as well. Could he be the first bite she’s been waiting for to complete her vampire transformation? His kisses certainly have a way of making her fangs throb. Just when Celia starts to believe Ian may be the fairy tale ending she always wanted, her jerk of a creator returns to town, which spells nothing but trouble for everyone involved.

Author Bio:

Sara Dobie Bauer is a writer, model, and mental health advocate with a creative writing degree from Ohio University. She spends most days at home in her pajamas as a book nerd and sex-pert for SheKnows.com. Her short story, “Don’t Ball the Boss,” was nominated for the 2015 Pushcart Prize, inspired by her shameless crush on Benedict Cumberbatch. She lives with her hottie husband and two precious pups in Northeast Ohio, although she would really like to live in a Tim Burton film. She is also the author of Wolf Among Sheep, Life without Harry, and Forever Dead. Read more at SaraDobieBauer.com or find her on Twitter @SaraDobie.

 
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Posted by on 03/30/2016 in Cover Reveal

 

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Release: Goat Children by Jordan Elizabeth

GOAT CHILDREN

A young adult novel with a touch of fantasy, love, and imagination versus reality.

Lonely teenage girl sitting on the dock on cold winter day.

 

When Keziah’s grandmother, Oma, is diagnosed with dementia, Keziah faces two choices: leave her family and move to New Winchester to care for Oma, or stay in New York City and allow her grandmother to live in a nursing home miles away.

The dementia causes Oma to be rude and paranoid, nothing like the woman Keziah remembers. Each day becomes a greater weight and love a harsher burden. Keziah must keep Oma from wandering off or falling, and try to convince her grandmother to see a doctor as her eyesight and hearing fail, but Oma refuses to believe anything is wrong. Resentful of her hardships in New Winchester, Keziah finds herself drawn to Oma’s ramblings about the Goat Children, a mythical warrior class. These fighters ride winged horses, locating people in need, while attempting to destroy evil in the world. Oma sees the Goat Children everywhere, and as Keziah reads the stories Oma wrote about them, she begins to question if they really exist.

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GOAT CHILDREN is now available on Amazon from CHBB.

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Check out Chapter 1:

Bodies crushed against each other, a blur of hair and clothes, in the mad dash to exit the subway. The air smelled of the greasy restaurants above and felt stuffy, despite the bitter cold that rattled through the damp subway tunnel. My mouth watered as I sniffed roasted chestnuts.

You haven’t eaten dinner yet, my rumbling stomach scolded.

I slipped past a man speaking rapid Spanish to board the train, grabbed a pole, slid on to a seat, and pulled my green bag higher towards my chest. The two paperbacks inside jammed into my ribs. With a groan, I shifted into a new position, wondering what glorious worlds awaited within the glossy covers.

“Whoa ho, ho, ho.”

More people ranting on the subway. It could never be a quiet ride. I opened my bag to peer at the fantasy novels. I’d chosen thick books because they lasted longer and made the reading more rewarding.

“Ho, little one.”

A face shoved into mine from the aisle, and I jerked back, squeaking. Oily black hair hung over a scarred forehead. The man swayed, braying a laugh. I glanced at the woman with bright pink hair sitting on the next seat. She read a newspaper without looking up.

“So much to you.” The man licked his lips and slurred the words.

His pungent odor clawed its way through my nose; no escaping the invisible fumes. They washed over me with groping draws until my eyes watered. I cringed, my craving for chestnuts gone. Anyone on a diet would be thankful to have him around.

He stood, clinging to a pole with one gloved hand. Threads poked from the torn seams in the gripping brown leather. Two duffel bags, stained with mud, rested near his feet, bulging with contents.

I lowered my gaze, clutching the bag tighter. Please go away. I shouldn’t have taken the subway, but I’d done it to save time. Even though I was seventeen, Mama said it wasn’t safe to ride alone, and now, I agreed.

I’m not gonna be home by my seven o’clock curfew. Mama’s gonna freak. I can’t believe I forgot my phone.

“You don’t belong on this world.” He smacked his lips. Behind his head, a large sign told the public not to smoke, or they’d get lung cancer and die. It was easier to stare at the anti-smoking sign than him.

“Yes, thank you,” I mumbled as he leered at me. Even if he lacked a home and suffered from insanity, he didn’t deserve rudeness.

“You like fantasy?”

I stared at my lap, but when he repeated the question louder, I nodded.

“What would ya do if fantasy became your life? What would ya do if it wasn’t fantasy anymore?”

“Fantasy isn’t real.” I shifted my gaze to my black socks. They came up to my thighs and the right sock had a tiny hole near the knee. I’d have to sew it when I got home. If I studied it, maybe he’d grow bored and mosey on elsewhere.

“Are you happy here? Don’t you want more, little one? I can take you to another world.” His deep breaths made snot rattle in his nose.

I gagged, hiding my mouth behind my hand. The woman with the newspaper glanced over. I pleaded silently for her to make the man go away, but she moved to an empty seat down the car, wrinkling her nose. I still had five more stops before I could get away.

Do I dare follow her?

“Don’t you believe in destiny?”

What if he sits next to me? I slid my bag onto the empty seat, clutching the handle. As the subway curved around the corner, it screeched, the sound echoing through the metallic enclosure as if screaming, “Doom!”

“I’ve been to other lands. I’ve seen my future, and I spit at it.” He turned his head to hack on the floor. The saliva bubbled with a yellowish hue.

The subway squealed to a halt, and some of the passengers stood to exit. I removed the bag in case someone new sat down, someone safe, but no one came near or looked at us as they found seats. The doors slid shut, and the train moved again. Four more stops to go.

“Don’t shun fantasy. I’ve made mistakes and don’t want you to make ‘em too. Take it and see what you can do. Take it!” He pumped his fist, revealing grease stains on his coat sleeves.

I scanned the other passengers’ faces. They ignored us, although the ranting man filled the car with his voice. Only the smiling faces on wall advertisements watched. Ever-smiling, ever-trapped in their realm of sales. I fiddled with the zipper on the front of my gray hoodie, heart racing.

The subway halted at the next station. Again, people exited and entered, and no one sat beside me. Three more stops to go. I drummed my fingers against my thigh.

“I know all about the ones they call the Goats.” He drew a ragged breath. “I’m not supposed to, but I know. My wife was one. She told me all about them. Oh, yes, she did. She wasn’t supposed to, but she did. They don’t let them take over the world. They won’t!”

Why do crazies always go for alien invasions? I twirled my brown curls. I’d get off at the next stop and walk the rest of the way, even if I arrived home later.

What if he follows me?

“The Goats!” He flapped his arm.

Alien goat invasion. How awesome. I jumped and clutched my bag like a shield. The subway screeched as it approached the next station. I wanted to run, but he waved both arms, repeating the scream.

The doors swished open, but if I stood to escape, he could attack. Two more stops to go. What if I can’t escape at my stop, either?

As soon as the subway started, he lowered his arm and drew a few breaths. He reeked of alcohol, and overpowering the sweat stench, the stench made my head swirl.

“Beware of the Goats.” His chest heaved. “Help the Goats. Save the Goats!”

He really is deranged. There weren’t any goats in New York City that I’d ever seen.

“Yes, I will.” Go away. “I’ll … I’ll watch out for the goats.”

“The Goats,” he corrected, as if I’d mispronounced the word. He picked up his duffel bags and waddled to the back of the car, where he dropped onto a seat. He took a small paperback book from the pocket of his trench coat and flipped it open.

When the doors swished open at the next stop, I exited in the crush of bodies. People coughed and spoke, heels clicked and wheels on backpacks rolled, and the sounds echoed off the stone walls.

I slid through the turnstile and bolted up the cement steps two at a time, the edges cracked and crumbled and graffiti decorated the walls with images of fire and obscene language. The brightness of the paint, and the harsh edges that curved and sang were beautiful. The scrawls seemed to want to leap off the stone, suddenly alive.

At the top, I grasped the railing. Cold, dented metal bit through the fishnet of my fingerless gloves while I gazed over my shoulder. The people emerging didn’t spare me a glance. I was lost in the crowd, a stationary fixture.

The man wasn’t following. I ducked my head to push into the crowd. People bumped into me, jostling with elbows and bags. I almost walked into a tourist, who snapped a picture of the taxicabs.

“Hey,” called a stout vender from the corner. “You okay?”

I tucked back a brown curl. “I’m fine, but thanks.” Wind whipping between the skyscrapers stole the power of my words.

“Wanna dog?” He held one out, nestled in a white roll.

“No, thanks. I don’t eat meat.”

“Good,” I thought I heard him whisper. “Your kind shouldn’t.”

He couldn’t have spoken. It must’ve been someone else. It wouldn’t make sense for a man who made his living off people scarfing down meat-in-a-tube to agree with my vegetarian lifestyle.

I ogled the sea of metal vehicles washed in the afternoon sunlight like sharks swarming for a fresh kill. I shook off the thought and ran, an empty Styrofoam cup crunching beneath my foot. I didn’t have a watch, but the sun hung low in the sky.

A thought raced through my mind as the sun made windows wink and flash.

Beware of Goats.

 

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“Long line at the bookstore.” I dropped my bag on the marble table beside the door to my family’s condo. Instrumental Celtic music wafted from the living room as I left the small foyer, and I almost tripped over my sprawled little sister.

“Phebe, you shouldn’t lie on the floor.”

“Why are you home so late?” Phebe dragged an orange crayon over the page of her coloring book. Her ponytail bobbed as she tipped her head, studying the picture. “You should’ve taken me with you. Mommy said so.”

“I’m sure she did.” I rolled my eyes.

When I’d left earlier, Phebe had still been doing her mathematics homework. We were home schooled, so even in the summer, we had work to do. It sucked because other home schooled students I knew had summers off. That was our penalty for having a mother with a Master’s degree in elementary education.

“Where’re Mama and Dad?”

Phebe sat up on her knees with her eyebrows knit together. “Mommy’s crying.”

My heart sunk and dropped clear out of my stomach. Mama never got that upset when I came home late. Did she find out about the party last weekend at Tiffany’s? I’d lied and said it was only going to be Tiff, her parents and siblings, and me. I hadn’t mentioned her parents were in Vancouver on vacation or that Tiff had invited all of her friends, not just me. Regret stabbed my gut.

“Mama, I’m home! Mama?”

The family photographs glared at me from the wall, none so reprimanding as the face of my Reverend Uncle. I kicked off my flats and hurried into my parents’ bedroom. With the lamp off, only a little light slipped through the closed venetian blinds covering the single window.

Short brown hair fanned over the plaid pillowcase, and Mama lay sideways on the king-sized bed, a crumpled tissue pressed against her nose. Dad sat beside her, stroking her shoulders. He still wore his suit from work—an even worse sign. The first thing Dad did when he walked through the door was peel off his jacket and toss the tie onto the table.

“Mama?” My voice cracked as my throat constricted.

“Your uncle called.” Dad tugged on his green silk tie that should’ve been lost in the pile of mail, not still fastened around his neck.

“Uncle Tom?”

The Reverend in Massachusetts, Dad’s younger brother, only called once a month, on the first Friday. Even though we called him Uncle Tom around the house, we all referred to him as Pastor Thomas to his face.

“No, Uncle Jan.”

Mama’s brother, the one who called less than Uncle Tom did.

“What…what did he want? Has someone died?” Oh no, is it my grandmother? Uncle Jan lived upstate, in the same town as her.

“Keziah, it’s your grandmother,” Dad continued.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. When I’d been younger, we’d lived down the street from Mama’s mother. She had taken care of me while my parents worked, and we’d often picked violets in the yard. Sometimes, I imagined I could smell their perfume years later and hundreds of miles away.

I’d always called her Oma, which meant grandmother in Dutch. I could still remember the way I’d cried and screamed, begging to stay with Oma when we’d moved to New York City. The hours separating us seemed like an eternity.

“She has dementia.” Dad removed his tie and knotted it around his fingers.

I blinked at him. “Dementia?” Demented, like the man on the subway?

“She hasn’t been officially diagnosed, but the symptoms are there. Uncle Jan doesn’t feel she can live on her own anymore.” Dad dropped his tie onto the alarm clock.

“So…she’s moving in with Uncle Jan?” I pictured waking up from a sleepover at Oma’s house with fresh squeezed orange juice waiting in the kitchen beside a bowl of cream of wheat cereal, steamy and sweet.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Oma would sing. She’d pull out the chair, the seat hideous and green, leftover from the 1970s. It had been an honor to sit at the kitchen table with her.

Dad rubbed his chin. “Your aunt won’t let her do that.”

I grinned. “She’s moving in with us? That’s amazing!” I only saw Oma on school holidays, and that summer, we’d had to pass because Mama had taught a summer school class.

“You know that wouldn’t work.” Dad gazed at the dresser across the room, a fog coming over his eyes.

I pulled at a loose thread on my black skirt. If Oma moved in, then Dad would have to move out or risk family war. The yelling would never stop. She hated Dad with a roaring passion I’d never understood. That anger had contributed to the reason why we’d moved, and when we visited Oma, Dad never went.

“Your uncle wants to put her in a home.” Dad leaned over to rub a spot on the wall’s blue paint as if that space was the problem, and he could make it disappear.

I licked my dry lips. “You mean like a nursing home?”

“No!” Mama rose on her elbows. “I’m not putting my mother in a nursing home. Do you know how they treat their patients? It’s horrible. All those people. Oma would hate it. She’s so antisocial these days. Really hate it.”

“Hush. Come on, sweetheart. It’s all right. We won’t put her in a home.” Dad combed his fingers through her hair.

“Why would Uncle Jan want to do that?” I didn’t know anything about nursing homes, but Mama was right. Oma had become one of the most antisocial people I’d ever met.

“It’s your aunt.” Dad patted Mama’s back. “She wants to put your grandmother away. It’s getting too hard to take care of her, and she won’t let her move in with them. You know how your aunt can be.”

My aunt could be downright nasty—a sickish combination of stubborn and controlling. Dad was too nice to say that aloud, though.

“What are we going to do?” My question made Mama cry harder, and I flinched.

“We’ll think of something,” Dad whispered.

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Jordan Elizabeth, formally Jordan Elizabeth Mierek, is known for her odd sense of humor and her outrageous outfits.  Surrounded by bookshelves, she can often be found pounding away at her keyboard – she’s known for breaking keyboards, too.  Jordan’s young adult novels include ESCAPE FROM WITCHWOOD HOLLOW, COGLING, TREASURE DARKLY, and BORN OF TREASURE.  GOAT CHILDREN is her first novel with CHBB.  Her short stories are featured in over twenty anthologies.  Check out her website for bonus scenes and contests.

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Posted by on 03/26/2016 in Book Blitz

 

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#atozchallenge: Theme Reveal 2016

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It’s that time of year again. Time to reveal my theme for this year’s A to Z challenge. This year I decided to go with a theme about writing. I pan to blog about my books, characters, and tools I use. It’s going to be fun.

For those that don’t know what the A to Z challenge is. It’s a blogging event that happens every April. You write posts that start with a letter of the alphabet. You post everyday except Sundays. It can be about your writing, or whatever theme you want if you want to have a theme. This is my third or fourth year participating and I have so fun putting the posts together to share.

Look forward to reading your comments. 🙂

 
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Posted by on 03/21/2016 in blog hops

 

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Interview with A.M. Griffin

Thank you to A.M. Griffin, author of the soon to be released The Guicai Talisman, for answering a few questions about herself and her writing. 🙂

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What books have influenced your life most? I would say the books that have influenced me the most are the books where after I finished reading it, I felt as though I could write a story too. Not every book had that type of impact on me. I love regency, but after I read them I don’t feel like I can do that too (lol). But the paranormal and sci-fi books give me that warm and tingling feeling of, “the story doesn’t have to end here” or “what about different worlds?”.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? I can’t really say. I have a lot of awesome writer friends and friends that I can reach out for help anytime I want. But as for the first writer who reached out to me and gave me some much needed advice and help me out, that would be the lovely Cynthia Sax. She had the same publisher as me and out of nowhere she emailed me. It felt like someone had thrown me a lifeline in the middle of a storm and I took it and held on tight. Authors are a great group of people and I’m lucky enough to have found friends in them.

If you could be any character from any book, who would you be? Hands down I would be Babylonia Jones from my newest release The Guicai Talisman from my new series The Undercity Chronicles of Babylonia Jones, P.I. She’s kick-ass, smart, funny, pretty and has a totally wicked life. She’s half-paranormal and half-human and because of that she doesn’t fit in either world; human or paranormal, but she’s desperately trying to find her way. I like that she’s honest and most of all true to herself. Oh, and she also has some cool friends; Melia is a Vampire and Demarcus is a Demi-God. I could totally hang out with them.

When did you first consider yourself a writer? When my first book was published I knew that there was no turning back. I was official.

What inspired you to write your first book? I kept having the same scene repeat in my head, this woman fighting aliens during an alien invasion. I would night dream and day dream about her. I knew the only way to get it to stop was to get her story out. So while I was in my night class I began writing Dangerously Mine. It felt good to get Eva’s story down and completed. That was the first story that I’d ever finished and it felt damn good.

Do you have a specific writing style? I’m a hybrid; pantser and plotter. I’ll write off the cuff, putting down whatever comes to mind, but it never fails, toward the middle of my story I have to plot the rest of the book. It’s usually toward the middle of the story where I have to rein my characters in and get back on plot.

Do you have a regular writing routine? NOPE.

What’s the BEST writing advice you ever received? Cynthia Sax gave me a ton of writing advice that I still remember and find useful today, but the best is to not engage reviewers who have left a bad review of a book. Just thank them and move on. It can be very gut wrenching to get a bad review, but I have to understand that it’s one person’s perspective and that not every book is meant for every reader. I thank the reviewer regardless if it was a good or bad review because they have taken the time to read my story.

Want to find out more about A.M. and her books check out the links below.

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Posted by on 03/16/2016 in Interviews

 

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Strife Of The Mighty by Julius Bailey Review

Disclaimer: I received a free copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.

STRIFE OF THE MIGHTY



AUTHOR: Julius Bailey
GENRE: Epic Fantasy
A HUSBAND. A LIQUOR LOVER. A STRANGER. THE DIREST ADVENTURE OF THEIR CENTURY.
For over fifteen hundred years the kingdom of Vrandalin has withstood the might of the one enemy they had need to fear. Now a new threat arises. In the southeastern part of the land, a grim-looking newcomer arrives in the village of Varalel, bringing with him a warning of imminent ruin. Shortly afterward, Varalel is stormed, its folk scattered, and one man is separated from the woman he loves. 

Little else matters to Allon Bracken than reuniting with his wife. With nowhere else to turn, he must place his faith in a gruff, mysterious man he knows little of, and an unexpected comrade. But his road is a hard one, and will lead him into dangers and discoveries that will change everything. 

It is likely safe to assume that the silver-haired man did not expect events to take such a swift turn when he hasted to Varalel with his warning. But there is no time to curse ill fate. Extenuating circumstances compel him to share Allon’s road—unless it is the other way around—but he quickly finds himself with another goal: the capital must be warned. An army out of legend stamps through the land, goaded by an age-old enchantress with designs of destruction. Time is short. But he must look to himself as well, for a hunted man is rarely at rest, and the terrible creatures that pursue him do not sleep. 

And for a former traveling trinket seller deemed village ‘softhead’ by his peers, things are suddenly very horrible indeed. Or are they? It seems that chaos brings folk together. Joined to Allon’s path by an inner impulse, he discovers a companionship he did not expect to find. He will need it. 

Enter Vrandalin; a land where ancient powers stir, dark beasts prowl, forgotten lore returns, and those who are thought weak discover their strength.
Brandegan quickened his run. Ahead of him the lights had begun to recede, melting into the night like wraiths. There were no more shouts either. All around silence again crept forward. Just before he could reach them, the last of the fires vanished. Brandegan was just about to dash after them, but something halted him. The heavy forestry round about was still, too still. Brandegan became aware of an intense watchfulness, and as he listened, a shroud of dread descended upon him.
Suddenly he felt, rather than saw, a shadow shift beside him. Next moment, he was hurled forward, heaved from the earth as though he was weightless, and tossed like a wind-blasted reed. Hardly had he struck the ground when a dark weight fell on him, crushing him down. He heard a snarl, and then four enormous claws, sharp as blades, raked his side. He fought back, lashing out with Rithlir, but a great, hirsute paw gripped his arm and, with a massive strength, pinned it to the ground.
Then Brandegan saw the eyes. Hovering just before his face, they shone as red fire, feeding the darkness with their terror and harboring within them the insatiable spirit of the Dread Palace. Even as they gazed down on their prey, the malice behind those eyes was kindled to sudden wrath, for here at last was their scourge, here at last was the thorn long sought.
But just before teeth as deadly as the edge of Rithlir found their mark, there was a dazzling flash. Shadows leapt up and fled, the darkness was pushed back, and in that moment Brandegan’s adversary was revealed. Greater in stature than any beast of the wild stood Daugruil. As other Gragmarr, his forelegs loomed up, broad and strong. His back, arching downward near his hind-legs, was covered in coarse, crimson fur, and his great muzzle was lined with dagger-edged teeth. Now he stumbled backward, thwarted from his intent by the blinding, silver flare.
Brandegan leapt to his feet as soon as the weight was lifted. His side throbbed in agony, and blood had already soaked through his raiment. But he heeded it not. The insatiable spirit of malice that burned in the eyes of this Gragmarr he knew.

Great read. I couldn’t put it down. It has some great twists and turns that will keep readers involved in the story from the very first page. I like the characters and the world that has been created. Readers who love epic fantasy will want to put this one on their TBR list. I look forward to reading more books by Julius. 

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Adventurer, wonderer and wanderer, creative thinker and eccentrically unconventional, Julius Bailey tends to tread the peculiar paths. Born to the humidity, tropical sights, and gators of Florida, he lived in the Sunshine State for fourteen years of his life before moving to the rolling hills and red clay of Oklahoma. At the age of twelve he fell in love with a book called ‘The Secrets of Droon: The Hidden Stairs and the Magic Carpet.’ From thence his love of reading bloomed. Having taken a keen interest in the fantastical realms of Fantasy, his jaunts mainly focus thitherward. He currently resides upon a hilltop thronged with hilltops, and avidly welcomes communication from his readers.

 
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Posted by on 03/08/2016 in Reviews

 

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Healing A Shifter by C.A. Tibbitts

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Healing A Shifter
SERIES – Pepper Valley Shifters #2
AUTHOR – C.A. Tibbitts
GENRE – Paranormal Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – 1/1/16 (rerelease)
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 43,000 words
PUBLISHER – Booktrope Entice
COVER ARTIST – Lori Follett at Wicked Book Covers

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Healing a Shifter CoverLiving a life of bitter seclusion, Griffin Tago is a mentally and physically broken puma-shifter who finds himself suddenly alone and without a family.

Daniela “Dani” Celinho had a happy childhood in her family of shifters, until a deliberate act against her as a teenager leaves her with a limp, and unable to continue competing as a swimmer. Later on, after her father is murdered, her mother and sister both fall apart. Dani decides to make a life for herself, in a little town called Pepper Valley, Colorado.

One day, Griffin’s best friend talks him into having a beer at his sworn enemy’s place, Great Scott’s Bar & Grill. After a short run-in with “Great Scott” himself, Griffin’s friend distracts him by pointing out a brunette beauty standing at the jukebox. One look at her takes Griffin’s breath away.

Dani looks past the wheelchair and sees the strong handsome man with long dark hair and black tattoos. Their physical desire leads to a quick mating.

Can Dani heal not only Griffin’s body, but his soul as well?

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She watched him strongarm himself of out the wheelchair and onto the couch. She quickly sat down beside him, placing the beer bottle aside, and shifted her body toward his. She breathed in the scent of him. His smell was so unique: the earthy scent of the woods, and all man. One of those manly men who could fix an engine motor, and then tell a woman exactly what he wanted done to him in bed.

“What are you doing here, Dani? With me?” His eyes seemed to stare through her, as though he could hear her thoughts.

“I think you’re hot, Griffin.” Is he blushing? She felt a grin tug at the sides of her mouth.

“And I want to fuck you until you don’t remember your own name.” His eyes lowered as he looked at her lips. “But that doesn’t explain what you’re doing here. Did someone put you up to this, or do you get off on handicapped men?”

“Neither of those. Let’s explore that first suggestion of me forgetting my name.” She met those incredible hazel eyes of his.

One large hand grabbed the back of her head and yanked her forward, then his lips were on hers. Her mouth opened and his tongue met hers. He didn’t bother with a polite probing, he conquered her mouth, angling his head sideways to go deeper. Her body recognized the taste of him before her mind did. At 48 years old, she had found her mate.

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AUTHOR BIO

Hi! I’m a New York Times Bestselling author from the Midwestern United States. I’m an avid reader of anything romance! I’ve worked as a travel agent, nursing assistant, and a paralegal before chasing my dream of full-time writing. I love to travel, swim, cook, and I’m more than a little addicted to a certain social media website…

Currently, I write paranormal and science-fiction romance. My plan is to branch out in several romance sub-genres, but my books will always end in the infamous happily ever after.

Always hot, always sexy, my male characters will protect their women at all costs, and my female characters will be… I like to call it “feisty.” I believe every story and character should be unique, and it’s something I always strive to do.

Reading should be an escape from everyday life, so I hope you enjoy my version of a vacation for you!

Fun facts about me:

1. I love birds! I have one (a parakeet).
2. I’m double-jointed, which led to teasing as a kid (which I also found funny)!
3. I have a shoe addiction! Mainly embellished flip-flops, but other kinds too (not heels, I’d break my ankles).
4. I missed a college 4.0 GPA in the very last semester when one professor gave me a B (still upset about that!)!
5. I am very OCD about certain things (see #6).
6. I have an extensive DVD/Blu-ray collection and it has to be kept in alphabetical order!
7. My favorite vacations involve a cruise. I’ve been on 15 so far!
8. I’m quiet and sort of shy until I get to know a person.
9. I’m quick witted and believe sarcasm is my best friend.
10. I hate hot weather.

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Garnet’s Queen by Chelsea O’Neal

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Garnet’s Queen
SERIES – Angel Crest Trilogy Book 3
AUTHOR – Chelsea O’Neal
GENRE – Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – September 24, 2015
LENGTH – 146 pages
PUBLISHER – Mirador Publishing
COVER ARTIST – Cover Design by Melody Simmons


BOOK SYNOPSIS

War has come to the castle in Garnet City. With Daniah’s fate hanging in the balance, the close group of Zoku must come together and overpower the resistance, as well as protect the humans.

Lives will forever be altered. Secrets are revealed. One person must decide whether to continue on the path of destruction or follow the Everlasting, while another learns she can be more than she ever had the opportunity to be.

As the Zoku army fights back against the evil Devlo, they turn to their faith, and rely on strength, hope, and love. But, will this be enough? Can they overcome Daniah’s missing presence, or will this be what evil needs to win, once and for all? The ultimate fight between good and evil will clash in this final chapter of the Angel Crest Trilogy.


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EXCERPT

“Will you just leave already?” I demand, swiping at my tears and feel the welcomed anger eclipse the pain of hurt.

Orion looks at me in surprise for a moment then his eyes darken, determination setting in, there is no other way to describe it. He nods once then climbs over the bed and backs me against the wall, crowding me in.

“Now you listen, Tiger, I thought I had made myself abundantly clear, and I don’t wish for you to misunderstand again.” Orion takes a deep breath as I hardly dare to breathe. “I have loved you almost since that first look where you sized me up, your amazing mind deciding whether or not to rabbit. I have loved you almost from the moment you looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes, confused as I called you beautiful.” His finger gently caresses my cheek and jawbone. Feeling slightly light headed from lack of oxygen, I suck in a deep breath, letting it out shakily as I see the emotion he talks of in his eyes.

“I have loved you from the moment you cared for Lothar, a male you didn’t know, as sweetly as if he were your lover. You are beautiful, honest, and have the tenderest heart of anyone I know. I want to be around you and with you more than anyone else in my life.” Orion pauses, and after a deep breath, he cups my face in his big hands and breathes, “I love you, Mallory, please believe me.”

He wipes the tears that are still falling from my cheeks with his thumbs, looking intently at me as I sputter, “But . . . but there is nothing here for you.”

He frowns for a second then seems to understand what I am saying. “That’s why you are hurting.” He pulls me into his arms, holding me close, and it feels like he is putting me back together, one piece at a time.

His expression is pained when he pulls back. “There is nothing for me to do here, for the moment, that’s what I meant. I just want you safe, I don’t know how I could live if something happened to you.”

Relief so great spreads through me making my body tingle, and I slump a little realizing that what I heard was not at all what he meant, and after the relief comes the familiar love that I have been pushing back.

“I love you too, Orion. Though it scares me,” I whisper.

Orion tenses then forces my chin up to look at him. “I would never leave you willingly, never. I want all of you, always.”


AUTHOR BIO

Chelsea O’Neal lives in her fantasy world where people can fly, vampires could be real, money is never an issue and the romantic meeting of your true love is a normal happening. When not relaxing in Chelsea-ville, she enjoys talking with animals who talk back and taking long walks with her prince charming.

Actually Chelsea lives in the United States in Nebraska, where she was born and raised, with her black lab Daisey, who hasn’t spoken actual words to her but she is pretty sure Daisey understands her. She is yet to meet her prince charming, though she is quite sure he is out there. Chelsea enjoys working as a youth librarian. She is an avid reader and writing has always been her passion. Chelsea has written 3 novels and a novella, she is working on her next book now.

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