Guest Blog and Giveaway - Bad Girls by Vanessa Liebe

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My name is Vanessa Liebe and I write fun & sexy erotic romances, both contemporary and historical. Today I’d like to discuss ten things I would do in someone else’s house, if I was like my character Jess in Abuse of Trust and I made free with their house 

Number one – If they had a hot tub, I would totally go in it. Maybe naked, maybe not. Definitely with a glass of champagne or two.

Number two – Help myself to food and drink, especially any luxury items. I have never tried caviar, so if there was any of that, I would have to give it a try.

Number three – Have a good snoop around. Look in drawers and cupboards. Give myself a complete tour of the place.

Number four – Try on clothes, especially if designer label. And try on shoes. Walk around in them.

Number five – Go in their swimming pool, if they have one. Possibly skinny dip.

Number six – Use their bathroom and have a luxury bath. If they have a TV in there- even better. Watch it while I’m relaxing in the bubbles.

Number seven – Temporarily move in there for as many days as I thought I could get away with it.

Number eight – Watch their dvds or play on their game station.

Number nine – Make myself cocktails and get comfy in their lounge.

Number ten – Invite someone to join me, but not have a party as that may be going a bit far 

I think it would be fun being bad like Jess for a few days.

If you abused someone’s trust whilst house sitting or looking after a pet, what would you get up to?

Bad Girls

Vanessa Liebe

Genre: Erotic Romance

Publisher: Blushing Books

Date of Publication: 15th Sep 2016

Book Description:

A cat burgler. A petty cash thief. A desperate housewife. A nosy cat sitter. A reckless basejumper. What could these five women have in common? They are all Bad Girls.

When Gemma climbs into the first apartment on her list to burgle, she is distracted by something more enticing than money and jewels. A moment's hesitation, and she ends up paying for her crime in a most unexpected fashion.

All Shannah wants is a new pair of shoes. They are a bargain, but still not within her means. She finds a way to pay for them, but ends up with far more than she bargains for. Are they really worth the price she must pay?

Melissa is frustrated with her husband away on business all the time. She takes desperate action in order to prompt a response from him, but she may have gone too far. She gets a response alright and things become hotter than she thought they could. Does this naughty housewife manage to save her marriage, or not?

While cat sitting, Jess can't resist the urge to get comfortable. She makes herself at home and in the process crosses some boundaries that her 'host' is far from happy about. Fortunately, she also finds the means to her own—end.

Olivia, The Cat, Davis thrives on the danger and the thrill of jumping off of buildings. The taller the better. As she attempts her ultimate jump, she is met with a stern warning that she has chosen the wrong building this time. If she survives the fall, will she survive the aftermath?

In pursuit of their selfish dreams, each one of these wildly beautiful, but very naughty girls comes up against a man who can teach them right from wrong, and that there are consequences to their actions. Consequences they are more than happy to dish up.

Excerpt:

Anger rising, Alex followed the wet prints, down the hall, up the stairs and along – he clenched his jaw – to his bedroom! The prints were fresh to show up on the carpet like this and Alex was furious. Not only was someone in his house, abusing his trust by making free with it, but they were showing a total lack of respect for it. The wooden flooring downstairs could be damaged by the wet foot prints. However, he'd worry about that in a moment. Right now he was more concerned with who the hell was leaving water everywhere.

He entered his room to hear the TV on in the bathroom. His fists clenched. Leaving water all over the house, using his bathroom and watching his new TV. Someone was in serious trouble.

Alex quickly glanced around his room to see what else had been used or taken. He noticed the vibrator on the bedside table and growled. Jesus. The person had even rifled through his box of toys in the wardrobe and taken one out ready to play with. Rather absurdly, Alex just couldn't connect that action with his cool blonde neighbor. Zara was nice enough, pretty enough, but she didn't seem the sort who would like anything more than vanilla sex.

Alex's musings were interrupted by the bathroom door opening and a stunning raven haired woman coming out. She was wearing his robe which tipped his anger over the edge. It swamped her, despite her being fairly tall and his fingers itched to rip it off the beautiful stranger. Take his property back.

"Who the hell are you?" he ground out through clenched teeth.

She jumped, gulped and then recovered her poise. She flicked her long hair over a shoulder and looked at him haughtily with a raised brow. "More to the point. Who are you?"

Alex had to admire her brass necked cheek, but it was going to end very badly for her.

"I own this house."

He watched the dawning realization that she was in trouble register in her green eyes. "Oh," she said.

"Oh indeed."

Then she looked at him defiantly. "Well, Mr. Young. I'm Zara's cousin, Jess. She had to go away for two nights. Something came up at work and so she asked me to look after your darling cat for you."

Alex's gaze raked her form. "And you decided to move in and make free with my bathroom, did you?"

She smirked. "Actually I used your kitchen to cook myself dinner, I frolicked naked in your hot tub, while drinking your wine and then I made free with your bathroom."

Alex's eyes narrowed. She was unbelievable. Totally unrepentant about what she'd done.

He watched as she sauntered over to wear he stood.

"If you'll just move, I'll be out of your hair," she said looking up at him. "And I'll return the robe tomorrow." She made to reach for the door handle, giving him an expectant look. But Alex didn't budge.

Instead he reached for the belt on the robe and tugged it loose. "On the contrary, Jess. I want my robe back and you're not going anywhere."

About the Author:

Vanessa Liebe is the author of fun, sexy erotic romance and erotica, both contemporary and historical. She mostly writes in the Fantasy and Paranormal categories as she likes a man with bite. Vanessa is married with three children and resides in Hampshire, South East England. When not house training her children, reading or writing, she likes to sit in the garden with a glass of rose wine.

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Release Day Blitz The Raveners by LD Towers

The Raveners

Book 1

LD Towers

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Publisher: BadBird Publications

Date of Publication: September 20, 2016

Word Count: 100k

Cover Artist:  Pranav Lohani

Photo by Blackbird Photography

Book Description:

On 26 May 1897, Bram Stoker brought us the story of Dracula; an undead creature who terrorised the living by drinking their blood. He based his creature on the legends of Ireland and Eastern Europe, bringing it to life with all the pomp of Victorian literature. What if his concept was correct, but the execution was not? What if there was not one creature, but a band of twenty-four? Crusader knights who committed such a terrible act that the Pope of Rome and the Rabbis of Jerusalem joined together in petitioning God to bring a terrible curse upon them.Sentenced to eternal life as punishment for their crimes, yet hounded by both the clerical and the secular as they struggle to live them. The Jews called them Ga’ashekelah: the Raveners. To the Catholic Church, they are the Accursed Ones. Feasting on the bodies of the living to maintain their power.

What starts as a simple trip on the Eurostar to the buried trenches of World War One in Northern France is going to take Imperial War Museum expert Dr. Alexandra Horne on a journey she could never have conceived. From the bustling streets of Paris to the azure waters of Collioure and the very Vatican itself, Lexa will discover the Raveners and those who have sworn to hunt them down.

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Excerpt 2:

The cars parked in the empty spaces used by tour buses during the day. There was the odd person around but none were close. Karl and Ludwig exited the vehicle and made their way into the square, Rothschild trailing at a distance behind them. He walked passed the Luxor Obelisk. No. He was moving to the statue of Brest, near the Hôtel de Crillon.

Karl fell to his knees on the steps before the pedestal of the statue. He took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, knowing that Ludwig was close enough to protect him. It took longer than he expected to fall into a state of meditation. Deep, even breaths. More tricky than it seemed when one didn’t have to breathe as a matter of course.

He cast his mind out of his body. His conscious was moving from his head to his hands. To the ground. “I’m here, Brothers,” he whispered. “I’m here, Sisters.”

The old word was nigromantia. The modern word was necromancy. Divination with the dead. What remained when a person died had great power when one knew how to attract it. The dead often saw things on the plane of existence where they roamed if they did not go on to God’s care. Karl had learned in Asia that he was exceptionally well attuned to them. The greater the horror, the greater his ability to find those who might assist him. Souls who screamed for retribution were often amiable once their litanies had been heard. Humans universally loved attention. Death was no change.

Wind picked up in the Place de la Concorde and as it stirred his hair and clothing, he could feel them. There was so much death in Paris. So much violent death. So many untended souls and a thousand more in this place. So much terror.

He could feel it. He could smell it. He could hear the screams. He could hear the wheels of the tumbrils rattling on the cobbles. He could hear the fall of the blade as it rattled down. He could hear the wet thudding of the head hitting the basket. He could hear the cheering of the maddened, blood thirsty crowd.

The wind brought the stench to Karl’s nostrils. Rot and piss and shit. Unwashed bodies and fear. The cobbles under his fingers weren’t dry. They were wet. It wasn’t an statue before him. He was kneeling at the base of the guillotine. He licked his lips. He remembered. The rattle of the chains. They were on his wrists. He remembered the truncheons on his back as they beat him forward. Last one of the night.

He hadn’t been afraid then. He had been hungry. The smell. The blood running across the square. Slick with brown, congealing blood from a weeks worth of slaughter. How they had pushed him into the machine and he had let them. He anticipated a novel experience. The French who thought they would kill the Bavarian spy. He’d let them have their fun and then very quickly turned the tables.

And why are you so special? Why did you not die, Monsieur le Comte? Such beautiful French. He hadn’t heard it spoken that way in so long.

“I have other curses, Monsieur,” he told the shade. He did not open his eyes. He could see the man perfectly fine. Or to say the man was a misnomer. He saw the head. It had rolled under the bench reserved for the official witnesses. Clearly the basket had been too full. Yes. There it was. It had fallen over from its terrible load.

It is not for the living to dance in the Place de la Révolution, Monsieur. It is not for you to disturb us. Why? You, who should be dead and yet are made of flesh. A living man who thinks he can dance in this our place. We dance without the living, Monsieur.

The other heads were rolling from the basket to face him. Their faces yelled and jabbered with a thousand messages to people who were no longer around to hear them. It was a cacophony of sound against the rhythmic thud of the death machine in front of him.

“I need your power. I need your wisdom and strength of sight. I need to know what you see,” he told them as he rose to his feet. “I have lost a very special mortal. A very special soul. I know that sometimes your kind have knowledge outside the world of the living.”

But why should we help you. Monsieur le Comte? You are dead but not dead while we are simply dead.

Karl could see them taking shape. The thousands of people who had been killed by Guillotin’s machine. Their bodies rising from piles all around the square. Headless bodies in tattered rags, spinning across the cobbles of the old square. They danced and ran and capered. He wondered if they were trying to get away, or if they were simply being as they always were in the dark of the night. Even if only a quarter of those poor souls remained here, it was still a shocking number. He had seen more restful battlefields.

“Why not help me, Monsieur? When I give you life, if only for tonight. But I will promise to come and give you life again. I will come and listen,” he offered.

The wind swirled faster, like cyclones in the square. It tore at his clothing. They were considering his request. He raised himself to his feet and opened his eyes. Where he was had not changed. He was in the Place de la Concorde but he was also in the Place de la Révolution. The two existed at the same time and space, one over top of the other.

Why not, indeed, Monsieur? We have aught to do on this night. The head was picked up by a body in elegant apparel. A man who had been killed soon after his arrest. An important man. But my boon is that you show me how you are dead and alive at the same time. I see a living man. I speak to a dead man.

Karl ripped off his glove, to show the twisted claw on the end of his arm. “I am cursed by God, Monsieur! As I cheated the Revolution, so have I cheated death a thousand times. But I am still your Brother. As you are trapped in your place, I am trapped in mine. But I will return and I will free you!”

About the Author:

LD Towers travels the world like a rootless vagabond! A military historian, she searches out places of conflict to find a deeper insight to the things she writes about. Presently enjoying the warm weather and azure seas of Central America, she has lived all over Western Europe, including 5.5 years in the incomparable Berlin.

Primarily working in Historical and Military Fiction, LD sometimes sneaks in the odd Dystopian or Modern Thriller piece. In fact, her new book is a complete redo on the vampire concept. Look for The Raveners; coming September 20, 2016.

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Dead Girls Don’t Cry by Casey Wyatt

Dead Girls Don’t Cry

The Undead Space Initiative

Book 1

Casey Wyatt

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: August 18, 2016

ISBN-13: 978-1534902718

ISBN-10: 1534902716  

ISBN13: 2940153402147

ASIN: B01HUFDDT2

Number of pages: 410

Word Count: 83,000

Cover Artist: Kim Killion, Inc.

Book Description:

Cherry Cordial, vampire stripper extraordinaire, spectacularly messes up her life with a single act of kindness. How could she have known when she rescued gorgeous rogue Ian McDevitt that she would be implicated in the vampire queen’s murder?

Soon, she faces the wrath of the entire vampire community. To escape retribution, she joins a settlement program to colonize Mars. Her choices are grim: hurtle through space to the red planet to face the unknown and possible death, or stay on Earth and face certain annihilation.

To make things even more complicated, a certain gorgeous rogue seems to be shadowing her every move...

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Excerpt:

Suddenly, I wasn’t the biggest, baddest thing on the block.

Revenants.

They always traveled in packs. Enough of them could take me down. Revenants were cousins to vampires, undead beings with too much spirit. Essentially ghosts with physical reality.

I picked up the pace, steering toward the middle of the street and well away from dark corners. If I had a heart rate, it would have been pounding. My blood was rare and prized. One sip and the revenants would keep me alive to serve as a drink dispenser.

I fished through my bag. Where was my cell? Jonathan would come. Provided I could find the damn phone.

Meaty thwacks rang out in the alley as I passed by.

 Do not look.

A soft oomph, followed by a clipped English accent, “Try that again, bastards.”

I looked.

Shit.

A lone and gorgeous male vampire had been captured. Three revenants had him pinned against the wall. Two held his arms and one pinned his legs. Three more surrounded him like a pack of knife-wielding hyenas.

The vampire snarled. Long fangs bared, presumably pissed off at his capture. With his sculptured physique, he could handle the situation. Right?

None of the baddies had noticed me yet. I could leave.

Another punch landed, connecting with the vamp’s mouth. The crack echoed in the alley. Liquid splattered, followed by cruel laughter.

The vampire hottie spat, his lip broken. Blood trickled down his jaw, seeping into the stark white collar of his button down shirt. “Think twice before you cut me, mate. I’ll smash all of your fucking heads in.”

“Shut up, meat.”

One added, “I’m so scared,” before swinging his knife and tearing a gash in the vampire’s chest. The pack laughed. A revenant approached the vampire with IV bags.

Crap-a-roni, now I had to get involved. They planned to bleed him out. That’s what revenants did. They took a vampire’s blood and drained him or her dry. The blood was then sold to the highest revenant bidder. They believed our blood could remove the excess spirit from their bodies, returning them to their true vampire form.

Problem is—it’s a myth. There’s no way for a revenant to become a vampire, any more than I could become a zebra if I wanted to. These guys were zealots. Deranged lunatics.

 “This is your last warning, blokes,” Mr. Sexy English accent said. I tried not to shiver at the sound of his rich voice. Heady whiffs of his sweet scented blood drifted my way. Like a fine wine, the smell promised a delicious and satisfying taste. Saliva pooled in my mouth. My fangs dug into my bottom lip.

“Well lookee here!”

Damn. I should have run when I had the chance. The pack turned in my direction, their faces eager for more blood. I cringed under the gaze of the hollow-eyed, pale-skinned nightmares who all wanted a piece of me.

The nearest one licked his gray, rubbery lips. “Yum. Dessert.”

I was too stupid to live. Why didn’t I run? My feet were frozen to the spot. I did the lamest, girliest thing possible. I swung my purse. And connected. A solid hit to the nuts.

The revenant shrieked, clutching his junk. “Bitch!”

The male vampire bucked, tossing the revenant off his left arm. Partially free, he ripped the arm off the other revenant before the thing could even react. With balled fists, Mr. Hottie crushed the skull of the captor holding his feet.

“Don’t stand there like a daft pony!” the vampire scolded. He snapped the neck of the nearest revenant, then motioned. “Get out of my way!”

“What? Without my help, you’d still be trapped against a wall!” I ducked and stepped aside, narrowly avoiding the gray-lipped revenant who had thought I was dessert.

“The rubbish bin would be more help than you!” Mr. English silenced two more revenants with brutal, neck-twisting efficiency.

“Oh really?” What a prick.

The revenant recovered from the nut bash and charged me again. His fingertips knocked off my ball cap. I kicked him in the stomach, grabbed the garbage barrel and slammed it over the revenant’s head as he honed in on me. The plastic bin wouldn’t kill the thing, but he couldn’t see either.

“Pathetic,” the vampire said.

Mr. English and I watched as the last revenant bounced against a brick wall before falling over, his legs scissoring.

“Time for this one to bugger off as well.” Mr. English yanked off the barrel and snuffed out the revenant with a bone-shattering blow to its head.

One by one the corpses disintegrated into dusty husks. A breeze blew through the alley and scattered the remains. Gray vaporous clouds floated around before dissipating into the air. To a passerby, the revenants’ final passage would look like dirty car exhaust.

“Well, I’m off then. Have good evening.” He brushed dirt off his tailored trousers. “Sod it, they scuffed my shoes. And this shirt is ruined.”

“Yeah. What a tragedy. You’re lucky. You could have been a revenant Slurpee.”

He sniffed at the suggestion. “I was never in any real danger.”

“You could have fooled me,” I retrieved my ball cap from the grimy sidewalk.

A late afternoon sunbeam penetrated the alley, illuminating the vampire’s blue-green eyes and highlighting the fine bone structure of his face. I tried not to gawk.

I gathered my tangled hair and mashed it under the hat. “Looks to me like they had you pinned against the ropes.” Did I mention he was gorgeous? Like a cover model. An underwear cover model. I cleared my throat. He was a total stranger, and while I bet he looked divine in only underwear, I needed to stop ogling him.

When he stared at me and didn’t reply, I lamely added, “You know? Down for the count.”

“I understood the reference, luv,” he said in his damn fine accent.

A man-shaped shadow shifted from across the street, forming a dark blot in the alley’s entrance. We weren’t alone.

About the Author:

Casey Wyatt grew up in a mid-size Connecticut town where nothing exciting ever happened. To stem the boredom, she spent plenty of time reading fantasy and sci-fi novels and imagining her own adventures in her head. Not much has changed since she’s grown up, only now she shares those made up stories with her readers and earns a coin or two.  

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Rhodi Saga Playlist - Megan Linski

Rhodi’s Light

The Rhodi Saga

Book One

Megan Linski

Genre: Young Adult Fantasy/Dystopian

Publisher: Gryfyn Publishing

Date of Publication:  September 4, 2016

Word Count:  62,850

Cover Artist: Clarissa Yeo

Book Description:

Flight. Hyperspeed. Clairvoyance. 

These are some of the powers gifted to the Rhodi, an ancient sect of assassins who defend Crescentia, a dystopian world with a dying hope. 

Dyliana Fairsson is one of them. After losing her parents to a suspicious accident, she and her twin brother, Devin, join the Rhodi to avoid starvation. Under the direction of her master, Dylan struggles to learn the strength of her magic …as well as hide the growing scars on her wrists. Can Dylan become the warrior, the hero, she’s destined to be? Or is she fated to fall from the light into the darkness?

The first installment in the epic fantasy series by bestselling author Megan Linski, Rhodi’s Light is an action-packed thrill ride that will leave readers begging for more. 

Rhodi Rising 
The Rhodi Saga
Book Two
Megan Linski

Forced into hiding.

Desperate to find their masters.

In the past few months since the attack on their home, twin assassins Dylan and Devin have grown restless. With the Rhodi facing extinction, they search for their masters Talidin and Tavana, only to discover they’ve gone missing. With nowhere to turn, the twins seek help from a pair of mysterious spies, only to find the trail gone cold, marked by hints of torture and destruction.  

Dylan and Devin piece together the events that led to the disappearance of their fellow Rhodi. As their enemies close in for the kill, Dylan discovers that some things are impossible for a Rhodi…but not for a tigress. 

The stakes and romance are heightened in this epic dystopian sequel to Rhodi’s Light. Bestselling author Megan Linski brings readers a young adult fantasy with magic, mystery, and an epic adventure that races quickly to a breathless conclusion. 

CHAPTER FOUR from RHODI RISING, #2 in THE RHODI SAGA:

“So then I was talking to him and I dared to her to take just one more and she wouldn’t so then…” Jenna’s babbling was stopped when the red-headed boy named Enfys sat next to her, plopping his tray down with a smile. He picked up a fork and began humming as he ate, a devious twinkle in his eye.

Jenna’s face turned as red as her hair and she screeched, “Leave me and my new friends alone! Do you have to be so annoying?”

“I’m not. Can’t I talk to them too?” he asked.

“No. Go away,” Jenna said.

“New friends, huh? I bet you don’t even know their names,” Enfys said triumphantly. Jenna’s mouth dropped open, and she looked at the teens curiously before saying, “That’s besides the point.”

Enfys chuckled softly. “Forgive my little sister Jenna. She’d make friends with anybody, even if they held a knife to her throat, as long as they’d let her talk. I’m Enfys, by the way. Who are you?”

The twins glanced at each other. Was it wise to trust these strangers with their names? But then again, nobody knew who they were here. The chances of anyone, even the Hunter’s Guild, finding them in this small inn were minimal. “I’m Devin, and this is my cousin Tristan and my sister Dylan,” Devin said. “We’re just passing through.”

“Dylan?” Enfys asked in amusement. “What kind of name is that for a girl?”

Dylan gave him a scathing look. “My full name’s Dyliana. And what kind of a name is Enfys?”

“It’s a girl’s name,” Jenna teased and Enfys’ face soured, his smile falling into a scowl. “Our great grand mum made our dad promise that he would name his first born after her. He’d always assumed he’d have a girl first, and when he got a boy, he couldn’t go back on his promise.”

“It’s a very traditional name,” Enfys said fairly.

“It means rainbow,” Jenna said, as loudly as she could. Dylan giggled and Enfys shot Jenna a glare before turning his attention back to the teens.

“What’s an Easterner doing this far out west?” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone come so far just to visit Dunedinne.”

“None of your business.” Dylan said before Devin could answer.

Enfys raised an eyebrow, leaned over and said, “Maybe I will make it my business.”

“You’d better not,” she said, putting down her fork and glaring at the boy.

“Or what, lass? What’s a little girl like you going to do to me?”

Releasing September 4, THE RHODI SAGA centers around warriors gifted with supernatural powers...fighting against the rising darkness in a dystopian world. To get notifications about the saga, sign up here:http://eepurl.com/bbN7sn

Rhodi’s Lullaby 
The Rhodi Saga
Book Three
Megan Linski

Cities burn.

Governments fall.

Lives are lost in a desperate war...one the Rhodi are losing. 

The world has been devastated by the tyranny of the Red Huntress. To save Crescentia, Dylan and Devin attempt to decipher the mystery of the ancient letter their ancestors left behind, the only hope of salvation for their kind. Dylan continues to fight foes both on the battlefield and within her own mind, all while wrestling with the confused feelings she has for Enfys, the alluring spy who has become devoted to her cause. 

In the epic conclusion to the thrilling Rhodi Saga, one brave warrior will stand in the way of corruption, to take place before her destiny…or her death.

Rhodi’s Lullaby is the third installment in the suspenseful young adult dystopian series fans and critics are calling an original masterpiece in the epic fantasy genre.

Rhodi’s Light and Rhodi Rising are also available. Catch up on the entire series today!

About the Author:

Megan Linski is the owner of Gryfyn Publishing and has had a passion for writing ever since she completed her first (short) novel at the age of 6. Her specializations are romance, fantasy, and contemporary fiction for people aged 14-24. When not writing she enjoys ice skating, horse riding, theatre, archery, fishing, and being outdoors. She is a passionate advocate for mental health awareness and suicide prevention, and is an active fighter against common variable immune deficiency disorder. She lives in Michigan.

Megan Linski also writes under the pen name of Natalie Erin for the Creatures of the Lands Series, co-authored with Krisen Lison.

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