Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Bound Souls Novel Playlist with ND Jones





Love has never been more at the heart of my novels than it is in Bound Souls. What does it mean to be in love with your spouse, your soulmate? And does that confessed bond of love truly end with till death do us part? Or maybe, just maybe, there is love and life beyond the known, beyond death, beyond time.

What happens when the other half of your soul moves on, leaving you behind, heart in tatters and questioning your future without your beloved? Love, soul-deep and life-changing, won’t allow you to forget.

Forget no, but can you love again? Are you willing to risk your heart for a second chance at love? Is there another, someone whose patient spirit will draw you out of mourning and into the bright light of a new day, a new love? Will this all get better in time?


Ah, you thought this to be the end. But their love is eternal. Bound souls, remember?


Bound Souls is a science fiction romance unlike any other, a Gordian knot of purpose, faith, and truth. “The bonds in this book between husband and wife, friends, lovers, and family made this book worth reading…” Amazon Customer


To understand the love and romance of Bound Souls, listen to the novel playlist and get lost in the musical world of Lela and Zion.




Bound Souls
Forever Yours
Book 1
N.D. Jones

Genre: Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: Kuumba Publishing

ISBN: 978-0-9975293-5-7
ASIN: 978-0-9975293-6-4

Number of pages: 292

Cover Artist: Wycked Ink

Book Description:

A supernatural love triangle that tests the bounds of science, truth, and faith.
Regent Lela of Asiya is the most powerful person on her planet but she is powerless to save the life of her beloved soulmate—Zion Grace. For thirty years they lived as husband and wife, but Zion’s time is at an end. Lela must go on without him.

“There will never be anyone else for me.”

Despite having died, nothing can keep Zion from his soulmate. He’s back but not as the man he once was. Zion must help Lela move on with her life, lest he lose her forever. But how can Zion convince Lela to accept the love and affections of another man when he still wants her for himself?

"I love you, Lela. My heart is forever yours.”

Lela and Zion are bound souls, destined to live eternity together. For these lovers, death is not an end, but a fateful beginning.

This novel includes “The Garden,” a bonus short story.

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Excerpt:

It was true, Zion had only three more years left on his thirty-year life extension. He was tired and felt even more so as the days, weeks, months and years crept by. Zion spared a sidelong glance at his wife, whose head was down, eyes closed and hand still fiercely gripping his own. She wasn't ready for the ride to end either, yet they both knew it was slowing, preparing to grind to its final halt and he would have to disembark, leaving her behind.

This thing with Ammon had eaten away at Zion for the last several months. Yet Ammon was simply an outlet for his own anger, fear, and depression. He was growing older, his hair thinner and grayer, and his stomach… well, let's just say he'd had to use the services of a good seamstress over the years. Yet Lela was still as beautiful and fit as when they'd first met.

Zion didn't begrudge Lela her slow aging or fine, alluring features. In fact, he loved that about her. What did bother him was that other men could see what he saw. Everything about Lela exuded intelligence, grace, dignity, strength, and beauty. Zion learned a long time ago, she could never see herself the way others did, especially men.

While Zion rarely entertained jealous thoughts before or cared much when he caught a male giving Lela an approving look, now he saw nothing but. Under the circumstances, the little signs of masculine appreciation for his beautiful wife enraged him.

"I'm sorry," Zion spoke into the quiet breach, lifting Lela’s chin with his bruised hand.

Tears flooded her eyes. Even wet, they were still the most stunning eyes he’d ever seen. Picasso marble Zion thought the first time she’d looked at him—a combination of black, brown, gray, and white. Back then, they’d sparkled with intelligence and curiosity, now they glistened with pain. Lela wasn't ready for this conversation. How could she be?

"No, it's me who should apologize. I thought you were paranoid, seeing things that didn't exist."

"I acted like a jackass, a Neanderthal, damn near dragging you out of the banquet room before the function was over. Hell, I might as well as hoisted you over my shoulder and beat my chest like a caveman."

He rubbed his thumb across her right cheek, then lips. "You're an incredible woman, Lela." Zion paused, nearly biting his tongue on his next words. The ones his selfish heart screamed at him to not utter. "You'll live for a long time, probably another four or five decades. I only have three years left. For an Asiyan, you'll be in your prime when I pass on.” His voice cracked when the held tears dropped from his wife’s eyes. She knew where he was going with this, Zion realized.

"You'll have to go on without me, and I don't want you to spend the next fifty years by yourself."

"I won't be by myself. I'll have Xavier." Lela pushed off the bed and moved away from him. She walked to the window, refusing to acknowledge the true meaning of his words.

Zion followed, watching her stern but sad image in the window. Needing to touch and reassure her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Lela to him.
"The thought of another man being this close to you," Zion whispered, stirring tendrils of her long hair, "makes me want to commit murder. When I heard Ammon offering for you, it took all of my self-control to not take a laser gun to him. The only thing I kept thinking was that he couldn't have you. That you're mine and mine alone."

"Is that why you've been so angry these past few months?" She turned in his arms, then rested her head against his resilient shoulder.

"Yes and something else."

"What else?"

Zion lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his eyes.

"I didn't want to acknowledge how selfish I was being," he said, leaning down and placing a warm, soft kiss on her lips. "I want you to be happy in those four or five decades you have left, Lela, but I don't want you to find happiness in the arms of another man."
"I have no desire to mate with anyone else, or to take a lover," she reassured, initiating another kiss, a desperate embrace full of a wife's integrity and denial. "I can't imagine being with anyone other than you. I love you, Zion. I could never love another."

He knew she spoke the truth. He believed her, but she didn't understand. Zion did. He'd experienced the loss of a spouse.

"When Iman died, a part of me died with her. Like you, I thought there would never be anyone else for me. And that was true for a long time—”

Lela shook her head in protest, not allowing Zion to continue. "Don't." A heartbreaking plea. "Don't say such things. There will never be anyone else for me."

Zion saw the near panic in her upturned face, her Picasso marble eyes glowing with resolution and despair.

"It's not the same. It just isn't."

It was exactly the same. Yes, what he felt for Iman was different from the love he had for Lela. But it was love all the same. Loving Lela didn't mean Iman ceased to occupy a special place in his heart and mind. A small, warm piece of her and their life together would always be a part of him. As he would always be a part of Lela, but she couldn't see it, not now. But someday. Zion didn't want to think about that and clearly, neither did his wife.






About the Author:

N. D. Jones lives in Maryland with her husband and two children. She is the founder of Kuumba Publishing, an art, audiobook, eBook, and paperback company. Kuumba Publishing is a forum for creativity, with a special commitment to promoting and encouraging creative works of authors and artists of African descent.

A desire to see more novels with positive, sexy, and three-dimensional African American characters as soul mates, friends, and lovers, inspired the author to take on the challenge of penning such romantic reads. She is the author of two paranormal romance series: Winged Warriors and Death and Destiny. N.D. likes to read historical and paranormal romance novels, as well as comics and manga.







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Monday, February 20, 2017

The Dom Stripper Interview - Unmasked Secrets by Brenna Zinn





Unmasked Secrets is book 2 in the Iron Rods Strip Club for Women Series, but can be read as a standalone book. Hopefully you’ve already heard about Iron Rods, the best little fictional strip club for women in Texas.  If you haven’t let me fill you in. 

Iron Rods is the first book in a series about a rundown strip club for women in Austin. At the beginning of Iron Rods, you learn that the club is a bone of contention between the owner, Austinite and half-crazy old man, Lyle Truitt and his estranged New Yorker son, Bennett Truitt.  Suffering from neglect and mismanagement, the club is in bad shape, including the shoddy dancers.  Then Tatum Reynolds, a down-on-her-luck University of Texas graduate with a Master of Dance degree, takes over and begins its slow return to its former glory. 

In book one, several strippers, past and new, make an appearance. Book two, Unmasked Secrets, features a masked stripper whose stage name is The Dom. I’d like to give you an opportunity to meet The Dom, aka Mack Garner.  Mack has to keep his true identity under wraps.  When he strips, he wears a mask, dyes his hair and speaks with a Scottish accent.

Interview

Interviewer: Hello Mack, if indeed that is your real name. Congratulations on being selected as one of the strippers for the new and improved Iron Rods.

Mack: Thank ye. And Mack is my real name. My accent may be as fake as a three dollar bill, but I carry it off well enough. Dinnae ye think?

Interviewer wipes mouth from the pooling drool: Yes. Absolutely. Nothing like a good looking man with a Scottish accent.

Mack: The lasses seem to like it well enough. The more they like what they see and hear, the more they like to tip.  Ye ken?

Interviewer: Oh.  I ken, alright.  So just between us and everyone reading this blog, why the need for all the secrecy?  I mean, really.  It’s not like you’re an FBI agent or a guy under the Witness Protection Program, right?

Mack: *chuckles* I ken what you’re doin’, Lass, and it won’t work.  What I will tell ye is that I have a job where my work as a stripper would be frowned upon.  And I dinnae want to lose my job.

Interviewer: Fair enough.  Then let’s talk about how you got into stripping.  Have you done it long?

Mack: No, not at all.  I’ve never stripped before, except maybe for a few lasses I dated.  And then it was before I took them in my arms and had the kind of sex with them that curled their toes. But I’m an actor, at least I tried to be, and as such, I have a whole bag of acting tricks up my sleeve.

Interviewer: No stripper experience?  That’s surprising.  Didn’t Tatum Reynolds, the manager of Iron Rods, make you the lead stripper?

Mack: Aye. She did. I’m as stunned as you.  Clearly the woman has a keen eye.

Interviewer: *swallows hard* It wouldn’t take a keen eye to see you’re an extremely handsome man with talent.   So, um, do you have a girlfriend? Any women in your life?

Mack: No girlfriend. The only woman in my life is my boss and she about drives me crazy.  She has a stick up her backside that’s hard to get past. I wish she would lighten up a bit. Get off my back and into my bed.

Interviewer: Excuse me?  I didn’t hear that last part.

Mack: *clears throat* I said I wish she would get off my back and smile a bit. The woman never smiles.

Interviewer: Now that you’ve had a chance to meet the other strippers, what do you think of the “Men of Iron Rods”?

Mack: For the most part, they’re a fine group of fellas.  There is one though that seems to have a pretty fair-sized chip on his shoulder. Not sure what his problem is – yet. But I have a feelin’ we may bump heads if he doesna watch his step.

Interviewer: Interesting.  What’s this man’s name?

Mack:  I dinna know what his real name is.  Dinna care, really. His stage name is Angel. Thinks he’s the bloody star of the show. But we all know who that is, now don’t we?

Interviewer *nodding furiously*: Yes we do.  Speaking of stage name, what’s yours?

Mack: I’m The Dom.  Tatum has been saying that the hot thing going on these days is BDSM.  What the bloody hell is BDSM?

Interviewer: Does she mean Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism?

Mack: Well, well now. I dinna ken for sure.  Is that what that means? I had no bloody idea. Verra interesting.

Interviewer: Tatum is right, you know.  BDSM is extremely popular these days.  I’m curious to find out what she has in mind.

Mack: You and me both, Lass.  You and me both.

Interviewer: That about does it for our time today.  Anything you want to say before we wrap up this interview?

Mack: Aye. My story, Unmasked Secrets, is the second book in Brenna Zinn’s Iron Rods Strip Club for Women Series. If you liked Iron Rods, book one. You’re gonna love Unmasked Secrets. But please note, Unmasked Secrets can be read as a standalone book.  Ye dinnae need to read Iron Rods to be able to easily jump in to this series.

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Unmasked Secrets
Strip Club for Women
Book Two
Brenna Zinn

Genre: Romance

Date of Publication: 2/17/17

ISBN: 1230001484786
ASIN:  B01MU5JTDF

Number of pages: 150
Word Count: 62,000

Cover Artist: Croco Designs

Book Description:

Hannah Armstrong, the new principal of Santana High School is a complete ball buster, so Mack Garner, her drama teacher, thinks. Her cutbacks to his department’s budget will force him to scrimp on his students—something he refuses to do. The stubborn woman won't listen to reason so he's taking matters into his own hands. He devises a plan to secretly replenish the money that is surefire, as long as he’s not found out. By stripping under the stage name The Dom and using an ironclad disguise at Iron Rods, Austin’s only strip club for women, he and his hard body will have his program flush again and soon.

But Hannah Armstrong has secrets of her own. The rigid, by-the-rules school administrator harbors dark desires to surrender to the titillation of BDSM. She needs a man—a real man—who can melt her inhibitions and master her. Exploring the lifestyle is a dangerous proposition for a small town principal though. Any whiff of scandal would destroy her career. She's nearly given up on the dream until she meets a masked Dom at Iron Rods. The gorgeous male stripper so far away in Austin seems like the perfect solution. Is there a chance she can satisfy her furtive fantasies without being discovered?

**Warning – this book contains BDSM elements, graphic sex and touches of humor.

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Here’s an excerpt from Unmasked Secrets.  If this doesn't get your engine revving, then seek emergency medical help because you might be dead. *grin*


Unmasked Secrets  by Brenna Zinn.  All rights reserved.

She was here for a lap dance or more with the Dom. Time to get the party started.
Mack placed both hands on her shoulders, then slowly squatted before her while letting his palms drag down the outside of her breasts as he lowered himself before her chair.
Hannah let out a moan.
A grin tempted to show itself, but he held it back. She was getting into this.
So was he.
He continued on a path down her waist, onto her thighs and stopped when he reached her skirt-covered knees. Now crouched before her, he looked at her. Face-to-face. Hers a study in heightened expectation.
When he pushed his hands back up her leg, taking the hem of the skirt with him, a sigh escaped her mouth and he nearly moaned himself. A dangerous amount of thigh now showed, and what thighs they were. Firm but soft and went on for miles. His fingers hovered so damn close to her hidden nest of curls, he could feel its welcoming wet heat. His curiosity begged to take a quick peek beneath her skirt, but he reminded himself he was a professional stripper. He was here for the customer, and right now that customer’s gaze was locked to his.
He angled himself between her bent legs, gently prying them apart to make himself room.
“So, tell me, Hannah,” he started, the pads of his thumbs roaming over her warm skin, “what’s yer pleasure tonight?”
“My pleasure?” she asked dreamily.
“Would ye like to take off yer top? Maybe yer skirt?”
Please say yes.
Once again, her eyes widened and she swallowed a gulp of air. Her fingers flew to the open collar of her shirt.
“No!” Her high-pitched tone cut through the muffled music encapsulating the small room. She shook her head and cleared her throat. “I mean,” she corrected quietly, “no thank you. I’d…I’d like to keep my clothes on.”
Damn.
“Fair enough,” he said, hoping he didn’t sound as disappointed as he felt. “This is yer party. I want ye to enjoy yourself.”
Mack plucked the hand she was using to hold her blouse and flattened it on his chest.
“Is this what ye want?” He slid her palm down his abs, measuring her response. Her entire body went limp, a small exhale leaving her lips. She offered him a timid smile.
He smiled back. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He searched her eyes while moving her warm fingers over his stomach until they found the silky top of his thong.
“Lower?” Even he heard the gravel grinding in his voice.
Hannah bit her lip. The sight of her teeth gnawing the plump flesh of her mouth was far more erotic than he’d ever imagined.
After a beat, she shook her head.
“No. Not lower. I’m not ready for that.” She paused, and gifted him with a sigh. “Yet.”
Yet?
So there was still some gumption in her. 
Excellent!
“Then let me do a little dance for ye. Sound good?”
She nodded.
“Before I do, I want ye to let yer hair down.”
The unsolicited words flew from his mouth, his lips betraying his long-held wish. But even as the last syllable slipped out, he was glad they had. The tight bun Hannah perpetually wore had bothered him from the first moment he’d met her. 
 Her breath hitched.
“Are you commanding me to take down my hair?”
Commanding?
Should he command her?
The notion certainly suited the situation. He was the Dom after all. Why the hell not?
“Aye, lass,” he said, releasing his hold on her. “Now do as ye have been bidden.”
Goosebumps rose on her arms. A sly smile spread across her face. Without any argument, she reached for the offending bun and pulled the pins securing it in place. In one whoosh, the long, blonde locks tumbled from the top of her head and spilled over her shoulders, framing her face.
The stern schoolmarm instantly vanished. In her place sat a sexy siren, and Mack couldn’t deny her call.
“Does this please you, Sir?” she asked.
Sir?   
What the hell is she—
Realization dawned in that moment. His heart skipped and his head damn near exploded.
Holy shit and fuck me twice.
My take-no-prisoner boss is into BDSM.
The titillating discovery shook him so badly, he struggled to keep from falling back on his ass.
Mack looked around the room, checking to see if anything had changed. It must have. Somehow, someway, he’d stepped into the Twilight Zone. His boss had become the subordinate, and he… the Master.
“Sir?” She prompted. “Did that please you?”
He stopped himself from blurting out, “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m the happiest man in the whole damn state of Texas,” and then jumping up and kicking his heels together.
Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined Hanna Armstrong, his prickly, uptight principal, having a kinky side. Who the hell could have predicted something so absolutely off the radar? And just when and how often did she let her freak flag fly?
Mack willed his body and mind to behave, waiting several heartbeats until he reined in all the childish excitement flooding his system before he continued. He was the Dom. Stuff like this was supposed to happen to him all the time. He had to be cool. Stay in character.
“Aye, it does please me, Hannah.” He cleared his throat. “Verra much.”



About the Author:

Brenna hails from the Lone Star state where she lives with her husband and four dogs, three of which are as big as long horns.  She’s a fun-loving writer who likes nothing better than to explore while she travels (no planned excursions, please!), eat what others cook (it works out better for everyone that way), and avoid the gym whenever possible.

Her journey through life has taken her all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using her travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters she’s met along the way, she loves nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.




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Release Day Blitz Seraphina’s Initiation by Sheena Hutchinson





Seraphina’s Initiation
Seraphina Series
Book Two
Sheena Hutchinson

Publication Date: 2/20/2017

Publisher: Sheena Hutchinson LLC

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Page count: 298

ASIN: B01N1ON9GY


Book Description:

Seraphina Cross is unexpectedly thrown into this crazy, spiritual world of Angels versus Demons.Never did she expect to meet Nate who was just a figment of her imagination. Now she finds herself moving in with him because of her innate responsibility to protect her loved ones from harm.

Finally beginning to feel at home in her new house and with her new relationship. Nate begins training Sera in all that she can do, surprising even himself at times. Just when she is starting to feel safe and powerful, Lucifer finds a new way to attack her at her most vulnerable.

When her dreams are no longer a gift, can Sera control the powers needed to defeat what's coming before Lucifer fulfills his promise to her?

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Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can't seem to hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny has lead her back to her true passion for writing. 
She constantly strives to be a positive role model and writes stories that empower and inspire. Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after.

While God is currently still writing her love story, she continues to put all her effort into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.

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Release Day Blitz Only a Duke Will Do by Tamara Gill



Only a Duke Will Do
To Marry a Rogue Series
Book Two
Tamara Gill

Genre: Regency Historical Romance

Publisher: Entangled - Select Historical

Date of Publication: February 20, 2017

Number of pages: 300+

Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

Without a Season, Lady Isolde Worthingham captured the Duke of Moore’s heart at a country dance. But on the eve of her wedding, a scandal that rocked the ton and sent her fleeing to Scotland alone and unwed, leaves her perfectly planned future in a tangle of disgrace and heartbreak.

Merrick Mountshaw, the Duke of Moore loathes the pitiful existence he hides from the ton. With a scandalous wife he never wanted, who flaunts her many indiscretions, life is a never-ending parade of hell. When the one woman he loved and lost returns to London, he knows he can no longer live without her.

But vows and past hurts are not easily forgotten. Love may not win against the ton when a too proper Lord and Lady play by the rules.

Excerpt:

“I’ve lost him. And I love him still.” Her voice broke at the realization.
Her mother shushed her, pulling her into an embrace. “I know, darling. I know you do. But there is nothing for it now. You will have to return with us to Dunsleigh.”
Isolde thought of all she had lost, not just Merrick, but her future, their plans. Their trip away to the Continent, Paris, Rome, and all the delightful places in between that they were going to visit, crumbled in her chest like her heart. “He’s really going to marry her, isn’t he?” Even saying such a thing sounded absurd, and yet it was the truth. The truth as she would know it from tonight onward.
“Yes, he is.” Her mother’s face was a mask of concern and pain. “I’m so sorry, darling. You did not deserve this.”
Isolde strove to calm down before her sobs woke her sisters and they started with their meddling questions. Her body hiccupped for breath; her eyes, so swollen and sore, hurt when she blinked.
“Come, you must sleep.” Her mother helped her stand, and Isolde didn’t fight her decree. Tiredness would succeed over her mind and, for a sweet moment, she’d forget what had transpired this night. It was enough to make her lie down and try.
She settled under the blankets. The maid knocked on the door and her mother ushered her into the room, taking possession of the glass of whisky and a cold compress. Isolde downed the drink in one gulp, grateful for the burning amber liquid and the cooling cloth against her eyes.
The tears started afresh when the comforting embrace of her mother wrapped around her, pulling her close and holding her as if to never let her go. Not since she was a child had her mother acted in such a way, and some of the despair left her, knowing she had the support of her family.
She would need them in the months to come.
She took a shuddering breath. How could a night once filled with so much excitement and anticipation twist into such despair and horror? Rolling onto her side, the ring Merrick had given her pressed into her cheek.
She held out her hand and looked at the cluster of five round diamonds, each of them encased in a bed of silver and sitting on a band of gold that was etched into a leaflike pattern. The ring had been Merrick’s grandmother’s, and it had been the most beautiful gift Isolde had ever received.
But no longer. Now it represented a fractured circle of trust, pulled apart and unfixable.
She yanked it off, unable to throw it no matter how much she longed to. She reached over and placed it on the cabinet beside her bed, looking at it as it twinkled prettily under the candlelight. The ring and its beauty were as fickle as its owner.




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Tamara is an Australian author who grew up in an old mining town in country South Australia, where her love of history was founded. So much so, she made her darling husband travel to the UK for their honeymoon, where she dragged him from one historical monument and castle to another. A mother of three, her two little gentleman in the making, a future lady (she hopes) and a part-time job keep her busy in the real world, but whenever she gets a moment’s peace she loves to write romance novels in an array of genres, including regency, medieval and time travel.

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