Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Finding Midnight: A Hellhound Tail by T. Lynne Tolles



Finding Midnight: A Hellhound Tail
Book 1
T. Lynne Tolles

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Troll Publishing       

Date of Publication: August 6, 2014

ISBN: 978-0-9829876-7-4
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Cover Artist: Jennifer Meyer

Book Description:

Life raising a hellhound is no easy task. Unforeseen problems can and will arise at every turn.  If things weren't crazy enough juggling a job, a blind dating a vampire and being stalked by a demon, then life in Paradise is about to get a whole lot worse for Summer when her landlord demands she unearth the RAT or the BROOM will have her head.

What does that even mean? Is the landlord insane? Summer's best friend Tori thinks so.  Top it off with a visit from a fallen angel, a dragon, and Summer's got herself a whopper of a mystery to solve.


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About the Author:

T. Lynne Tolles can be found most days, juggling one of two cat muses and a laptop, tripping over an ancient Newfoundland dog and washing a never-ending pile of laundry. When life doesn’t get in the way, she writes paranormal romances for new adults.

Her passion for witches, ghosts, and vampires together with a light-hearted wit are reflected in her loveable characters and the adventures of mystery they unravel to find their happily ever after.










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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Spotlight and Giveaway Variants by Michelle C. Reilly


Variants
The Anathergians Trilogy
Book One
Michelle C. Reilly

Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy with Romance

ISBN: 978-1500364489
ASIN: B00LE1B9DQ

Number of pages: 270 print
325 Kindle
Word Count: 92k

Available at Amazon and CreateSpace

Book Description:

Sworn to Protect the Very People Bent on Destroying Them

POWERFUL

Auden, the king of the immortal Anathergian race, came to Earth five thousand years ago when he and his people escaped from their destroyed planet.  His power is immense, but is threatened because he has yet to take a Lifemate.

WITCH

With the blood of an Anathergian and a witch running through her veins, Leah is a force to be reckoned with. After leaving her foster family to learn how to master her new-found powers, Auden finds her.  With him, she discovers her heritage, her strength, and her love.

VARIANTS

An Anathergian is using variant strains of his DNA to turn humans into Anathergians.  This enemy’s goal: use the Variants to take over the world and take Auden’s place as king.  Auden and Leah’s goal: Stop the enemies and discover what connections Leah has with them.


Excerpt from Chapter 4:

He stood inside the entrance as the doors closed behind him. His gaze was drawn to a slim calf covered in black denim hanging over the arm of a wing back chair facing the desk. A black Converse shoe bounced up and down. Then a dark head with gray eyes peeked at him from around the edge of the chair. The girl’s near-black straight hair was cut at an angle where it touched the tip of her chin on one side of her heart shaped face and ended at mid ear on the other side.
He took a step forward, ready to reach for her. It was an instinctive reaction and one he had never done before. He held himself still.
His insides sang to the tune of another like him. Oh, yes, she is most definitely of Anathergian blood.
With reddened cheeks, she twisted away.
Marla reached her desk. Glancing from Auden to Leah, she gestured toward the girl. “Auden, please meet Leah.”
The girl gave a halfhearted wave at him from beyond the chair. Auden raised an eyebrow at Marla. The woman’s brow creased and she shook her head, her curls bobbing against her cheeks. “Leah, have manners, if you please.”
“I waved hello, didn’t I?” said a sulky voice from the seat.
Marla’s mouth went tight, and then she motioned for Auden to come forward. He approached the side of the desk to get a better view of the girl.
She was slight, but not too thin. Her long, shapely legs, emphasized by the tight jeans, seemed to go on for days. Her short-sleeved fitted black t-shirt had a drawing of a face with Xs for eyes. His gaze stopped at her pert breasts that stood from the shirt for a moment. When he realized where his stare had strayed, he brought his perusal higher. A pale, sateen neck gave way to a stubborn jaw line. Parted wine lips made his throat parched. Her straight nose was almost too big for her face, but it went well with her angled chin. A gunmetal glare shot sparks at him and she bounced her leg to an agitated tune. It was apparent she was not happy about her current situation. He could commiserate, but it didn’t mean he would give into her rancor.
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Leah scrutinized the man who, according to Marla, had come to bring her to his people for training. He was someone Marla trusted and the training would help her grow. As if. Leah already had people to train her. Here, at Sanctuary. She didn’t need his people. And what could his people teach her she hadn’t already excelled at?
She tilted her head back and glared at him, giving him her best As if I care look. But, jeez, was he huge! Holy crap, he could probably take down a bull without using a horse or rope. His eyes were as dark as the deepest depths of the ocean and churned with as much life as those seas. She idly wondered what treasures were hidden there. When Leah studied his face, she thought of exotic Egyptian pharaohs. He wore a black, long-sleeved buttoned shirt made of a soft material that kissed his muscles like a lover. His jeans molded to his muscular thighs and extended over black boots.
His gaze gave her a once over so thorough she had to subdue the urge to squirm. Instead, she notched her chin higher. When he continued to scrutinize her, she said, “You can stop staring.”
Marla’s intake of breath sent a small pang of guilt through Leah’s chest, and she sent the woman a quick apologetic look. Glancing back at Auden, she noticed a slight lift at one corner of his mouth. She covered her own twitching smile and instead showed a sudden interest in the wood beams lining the ceiling.
“What have you told her?” His baritone timbre made Leah think of swimming in a serene lake with cool water surrounding her. It calmed her.
“I told her we have known each other for quite some time and I trust the training she will receive with you will be beyond reproach,” answered Marla.
Irritated, Leah let out a small harrumph. “I’m sitting right here. Please don’t talk about me as if I’m not right in front of you.”
“Oh,” he regarded her up and down, “do you wish to join the conversation?”
That’s it! After the morning she had, she wasn’t going to let this guy push her around. She stood, taking fast steps toward him. “Do I wish to join the conversation? You”—she pointed at him—“bet I do! Why am I going with you? What type of training can you give me”—she pointed a thumb at herself—“that I can’t learn here?” She gestured with her hands indicating the school. “What makes your people”—she poked her finger into his chest and became even more annoyed because he didn’t even flinch—“so much better than the people I have here?” She indicated the school again.
“Leah, this is unacceptable behavior,” interjected Marla, her voice high with angry disappointment.
Auden, who hadn’t moved a muscle during Leah’s tirade, spoke to Marla. “It’s fine, Marla. I can handle this.”
“Handle? Handle? Seriously?” Leah sputtered. “Do you think you’re just going to ╩╗handle’ me?” She made quotation marks with her fingers.

“Right, then, I’ll leave you to it,” Marla said to Auden and headed toward the double doors.

About the Author:

Michelle C. Reilly is a single mom of two wonderful boys. She spent ten years in the U.S. Navy as a Hospital Corpsman Preventive Medicine Technician, which meant she was actually attached to or stationed with the U.S. Marine Corps. She has a Masters in Science in Public Health, but she is generally an IT geek and a geek of many other things as well. She currently resides in Las Vegas, NV, with her two cats, Meowdy and Moose, and her dog, Katie aka “The Old Lady.”

Make sure to visit her website www.michellecreilly.com for more information about her and her upcoming books.

Feel free to visit, ask her questions, and hang out with her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/michellecorareilly

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Love Legends: A Fantasy Romance Boxed Set


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Love Legends
A Fantasy Romance Boxed Set 
Jaide Fox, D.X. Luc, Skhye Moncrief,
Sky Purington and Alisha Paige

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication:   July 7, 2014

ASIN:  B00LMMBRS4

Number of pages:  805
Word Count: 397K

Formats available: PDF

Cover Artist:  Skhye Moncrief

Book Description:

Steal the keys to five realms with these five fantasy romances for a mere $.99 with this bundle simply bursting with love, lust, and power games. From witches and werewolves to Greek mythology and even Scottish magic, these tales offer an eclectic mix sure to stoke your summer's heat into a solar storm! So, summon your inner warrior princess and ready your charms. Prepare for the battle of the sexes and wizards with hexes, because the only way to defy all evil is to fall in love...and maybe invoke a god!

His Forbidden Fruit by Jaide Fox

First she would become his captive...then he would capture her heart....With his lands cursed to wither and die, a desperate Lord Dominic Rainier learns from a witch that the only way to save his people is to capture the lovely Lady Lilith Somerset … and impregnate her before the next full moon….

Touch of the Gods by D.X. Luc

When Love and War make a wager, what could possibly go wrong? Hephaestus has lived a life of harsh abuse. The lame god knows heartbreak and doesn't believe love is in the stars for him. Little does he know, Eros and Ares puts his love life to the test and leads him to the full bodied, mortal Vanessa. Does he take a chance to open up or continue to believe he's destined to suffer for eternity?

Swordsong by Skhye Moncrief

He's arrived to help her create the perfect bride. His ticket home relies on a lonely woman haunted by more than apparitions. If time-travel duty, romance, and a bit of magic don't help them realize their destiny resonates in mysterious fairy SWORDSONG, all known history could change.

Sylvan Mist by Sky Purington

Coira refuses to acknowledge the Scotsman haunting her.Why should she? She carries no magic and is newly engaged. Though well aware of the mysterious tie between the medieval MacLomains and her Broun heritage, she prefers a proper English gentleman to a barbarian living six hundred years in the past. However, as one whirlwind day will prove, she has little choice in the matter.

Circle City, Lord of the Wolfen by Alisha Paige

Axl Wolfdorn is coming of age, ready for his Unleashing and on the hunt for his Moonswan, the female he will choose for the Chase and the royal Feral Consummation. But how can he consider bonding with a mate when the only scent deep within his nose is the tangy scent of the woman he must now kill to avenge his mother's death?

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Top Ten Songs for The Devil's Jukebox



The Devil’s Jukebox

There’s music in the title, music in the chapters, and a playlist at the end of the book. Music, in this novel, is the driving force behind the Muses—and here are my top ten songs that inspired the story contained within the Devil’s Jukebox.

1 - Nick Cave - Fifteen Feet of Pure White Snow. So many songs by this man could fit into this list, but this one gets me dancing behind the keyboard. Perfect for that winter writer’s block.

2 - The Cure - The Exploding Boy. This was the B-side to the In Between Days 7”, which I’ve been carrying around with me since 1985. It was a high point in my days of being the Happiest Goth.

3 - Christian Death - Romeo’s Distress. This song was a direct inspiration for a scene in the novel. I wrote the scene with this song in mind before I had a place to put it, and then eventually I wrote my way to the place where it fit. It moves like a desert drive down an empty highway. A soundtrack moment.

4 - 54*40 - Yank. Not an obvious choice, but it’s another song that moved into the novel. A deep dark rolling groove that feels like it should always be somewhere within the Devil’s Jukebox.

5 - The Gun Club - My Dreams. Whiskey fueled punk rock jangle for that long highway drive. This song is so upbeat and at the same time so damn heartbreaking. The Gun Club helped me get to the end of the story. “They were supposed to be my dreams…”—so much ache in one simple line.

6 - Low - Canada. This is what I would call Heavy Mellow. The oceanic drive of the music under the ethereal vocals keeps me drifting across distance. It pushes me across pages, and when the song ends I listen to it again just so I can keep writing. An expansive longing that I try to focus into certain words.

7 - David Usher - St. Lawrence River. There are so many fantastic songs in his repertoire, but this one seems to be the song that inspires my own personal Muses. Dark, beautiful, melancholic, romantic.

8 - Oversoul Seven - Roses. A slightly obscure track, but this song kills me. Romantic pop perfection.

9 - Peter Murphy - I’ll Fall With Your Knife. Smooth and sultry, dark and romantic. The man from Bauhaus paints a longing beauty that I can only hope to touch within my own writing.

10 - Slow - Have Not Been The Same. Vancouver punk rock circa 1986. This song paints a perfect picture of getting sick of high school and wanting to get the hell out of that place I was supposed to call home.


Now, if you had a jukebox that could bring your best memories back into vivid almost three-dimensional recollections… what would you pick?

The Devil’s Jukebox
Marcel Feldmar

Genre: Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Pop Fiction

Publisher: Peabo Productions (Self-Published)

Date of Publication: July 8th, 2014

ISBN: 9781495947469
ISBN: 9781310876769

Number of pages: 294
Word Count: 80,000

Cover Artist: Sam Soto

Book Description:

A group of friends are reunited after twenty years to learn that their destinies are entangled with the immortal Muses and a mysterious lost jukebox.

From Vancouver to a New Orleans cemetery, roaming through Los Angeles to Las Vegas; it’s a supernatural road trip laced with rock ‘n’ roll.

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through CreateSpace  between now and August 31, 
you’ll get 20% off! 

Just use the following discount code:      RR5RTBTN

…and the magic will happen.



excerpt i’ll melt the world and stop for you


A day later, a night later. Jonathan stares at the drink in front of him. His plan had been to go to Swampland to see a band play and then head for home, alone, but instead he’s standing in a motel room with Pandora.
They stare at each other. Jonathan feels dizzy. He should have gone home.
Pandora sits on the bed, pulls a cigarette out of her purse, and lights it, slowly looking up at Jonathan. She motions for him to sit next to her. He sits back in the chair by the window, which is cracked open and lets in a thin stream of blue neon light and a constant murmur of traffic moving down Sunset Boulevard.
Jonathan shakes his head. He has to ask: “Where have you been?”
“Nowhere.” A thin stream of smoke slices across the room. “Drink?”
Jonathan nods. She pours them each a glass of whiskey, and he just keeps watching her. She pulls a curtain aside and gazes out the window. Suddenly he feels the urge to reach out, touch her. He stares into his drink instead. She turns and smiles.
“It has been a long time, hasn’t it Johnny?”
She kneels down on the floor in front of him, cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, wrists resting on Jonathan’s knees.
The blue light slides across her like a shadow of pain.
He wants to lean forwards and kiss her. She wants him to. There’s a hint of a smile on her lips, the one he doesn’t trust.
“You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” she asks.
“This is going to end badly,” Jonathan replies.
“I know. It’ll end in tears; everything does. But why worry about the ending? The beginning is always so sweet.”
Jonathan shakes his head, and she reaches up to touch the side of his face. She stands, pulling Jonathan up with her.
“I need another drink,” he says.
Pandora steps back and slides a hand down his chest, lingers, and then turns towards the bottle. He should leave.
“Pandora…”
“No, you aren’t going yet. You came here to talk to me, so let’s talk. I promise I won’t bite.”
“Right.”
She laughs. “Have you decided?”
Not really… “Yes. But I need a little more time.”
“You aren’t planning anything… sneaky, are you?” Pandora slides back, moving against Jonathan.
“No, but Phillip knows that you’re back, and I’m supposed to find you.”
Pandora grins, snakelike. “I’ll tell you what, my little Johnny Jewel. You don’t find me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“That’s all?” Jonathan asks.
Pandora moves behind him, pressing against his back. Her hands on his shoulders, her lips right against his neck, whispering, “And maybe, maybe you’ll let me know where his precious little jukebox is? You can be my secret agent man…”
Jonathan shivers, and he can’t tell if it’s from desire or fear. Probably both. He doesn’t want to do this, not to Phillip, not to Kalinda, but if he can buy more time, he might be able to figure a way out.
He nods, slowly, and Pandora sits on the bed. Jonathan sits back in the chair. She reaches out with the bottle, he answers with his empty glass.
“I thought you were in New York,” Jonathan says.
“I was, but what I need isn’t there.”
“I guess it wasn’t in Denver either, unless you’re just following me.”
“Oh Johnny, I didn’t follow you, I was just passing through.”
“I don’t know about that.” Jonathan stares at the glass in his hand, shakes his head. “Why don’t you put on some music?”
“Changing the subject?”
“Hopefully.”
Soft, slow, and sad, the music moves out and mixes with the blue light, the cigarette smoke.
True love travels on a gravel road.
Jonathan feels the haze of the motel room slip inside his head. Everything shifts slightly and the world is pushed into a soft blur. It’s kind of relaxing.
Pandora stands next to him and puts a hand on his back. He’s finding it very hard to focus.
“Pandora.”
She leans in closer. “Remember how we were in Denver?”
“I remember. But you left.”
“I always leave.”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“Why not? You’ve got nobody else.”
“That’s not exactly true.”
“Then why are you here?”
Jonathan isn’t sure how to answer. The warmth, the night, the look in her eyes as she pulls him back towards the bed. He should leave; he can’t leave. He feels like the world is spinning too fast, while the room is moving in the opposite direction, slow motion. A blur of desire.
He feels like he’s been drugged. He wouldn’t put it past her, but he does wonder why.
As a lit cigarette slowly burns away a tight line of red slides softly into his view. There’s a slick shine against the contrast of her pale veins and faraway eyes. A cross slowly takes shape on the curve of her arm; blood pulling memory out of skin. The cigarette, forgotten, burns away. Red leaves soft marks on the bed. She whispers Jonathan’s name, wants relief from the pain. His hands soothe her arm and then down across her chest, leaving four red streaks that glisten on her smooth stomach. Such pale skin.
She turns, facing him. Her fingers move up and under his shirt. She whispers against his ear, “Stay with me.”
“Pandora.”
He doesn’t miss her; he does miss what they had.
Some of what they had.
Pandora has a way of getting to him. A touch, a look, a whisper. She knows it too. Jonathan stretches out, wishing, wanting, getting caught in flashes of flesh-colored memories. Her lips yearning, his fingers sliding…
He’s pressing his mouth against the warmth of her neck. He breathes in her pulse. His hands, his fingers, move down, feeling her breathe. Touching the scar on her belly like a funeral procession, and down…
They move in silence and memory. Jonathan knows this shouldn’t be happening, but he knows it has to. He tries to sit up, but he can’t seem to move.
Pandora whispers, “Just stay.”
Her figure curls soft around his memory, and he’s holding onto nothing again.

About the Author:

Marcel Feldmar was born in Vancouver, moved to Boulder, ended up in Denver, went back to Vancouver, moved to Seattle, and ended up in Los Angeles. He is married with three dogs, and enjoys well made cocktails. He is also a coffee addict and an ex-drummer for too many bands to mention. He recently traded in his drumsticks for a couple of pens, and proceeded to complete his first novel. The Paranormal Pop Fiction tale entitled The Devil’s Jukebox.





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