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Season of Seduction
Limited Edition collection of Holiday romances
Ring in the holidays this year with this collection of steamy to sexy scintillating reads from today’s hottest bestselling authors. Whether you’re looking for a romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a passionate romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim. Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season… of Seduction.
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Storm of Seduction (Gilpin County Search and Rescue) by Nicole Morgan
Will Lori’s plan be the thing that brings her and Kevin together again? Or will the rewards not be worth the risk as their very survival hangs in the balance?
Car Crash Love by Caitlyn Lynch
Could a car crash really be the beginning of Paige’s happily ever after?
Snowed In and Set Up by: Whitley Cox
Six lonely hearts, five days and a whole lotta mistletoe.
Winter’s Reign by Tracy Goodwin
One queen falls, as one queen rises.
Long may she reign …
Delivered through The Storm by Nicole Garcia
One special delivery can change your life forever.
Paper Love by Aubrey Wynne
Can Ben win her love with the help of a stray homing pigeon and an old origami legend?
Out of her Element by Debbie White
Everything happens for a reason…
Finding Love by Krista Ames
Sometimes the best things are found in awkward places…
My Little Secret by Ember Leigh
Just once is never enough.
Slow Hand by Bonnie Edwards
A jilted bride…a sexy sea captain…love at first touch…
Wherever Love Finds You by Laura Haley-McNeil
It’s his game. He makes the rules. Rule number one – only he can break the rules.
Finding Their Future by Sarah Marsh
Sometimes to get to your future, you have to go through the past.
The Beast In A Suit by Elena Kincaid
She’s no damsel. He’s no prince.
A PROMISE OF WINTER by Maia Dylan
A broken promise. A broken heart. Can a helicopter crash mend both?
Accused by Carmen Fox
United by grief. Separated by secrets.
Venetian Holiday by Christine Donovan
Her best friend’s brother. Will they or won’t they?
Christmas at Starlight by Kris Jett
The weather may be cold outside, but things are sizzling indoors.
War Of Hearts by Shelique Lize
The heart wants, what it wants.
The Snow Drift Inn by Michelle Ziegler
Our pasts don’t define us, but they leave scars that can ruin our future.
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Meet Sara from Every Single Part of You!
Top Ten Memorable Moments for Sara Holbrook in Every Single Part of You.
1. Five bad boy rockers performing live on stage
2. After party introductions
3. Stolen moments with the lead guitarist
4. Making out with two rock gods on their tour bus
5. Fantastic firsts
6. Bathtub, bubbles, and foot massage
7. Real declarations and explanations
8. Warm breaths, strong hands, and whispered words
9. Hearing her song
10. Choosing the most important thing—love
1. Five bad boy rockers performing live on stage
2. After party introductions
3. Stolen moments with the lead guitarist
4. Making out with two rock gods on their tour bus
5. Fantastic firsts
6. Bathtub, bubbles, and foot massage
7. Real declarations and explanations
8. Warm breaths, strong hands, and whispered words
9. Hearing her song
10. Choosing the most important thing—love
Every Single Part
of You
of You
Cinder, Book 1
Unchained Chaos Tour
Unchained Chaos Tour
Written by London
Saint James
Saint James
Narrated by La
Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers
Petite Mort and Ruby Rivers
Listening time: 7
hrs and 56 mins
hrs and 56 mins
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, M/F/M Ménage,
Rockers
Rockers
Please Note: This book contains mature
themes, includes explicit language and sexual
scenes.
themes, includes explicit language and sexual
scenes.
Our choices are rarely cut and dry.
Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I
spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went.
Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of
me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de
Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the
mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was
within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.
Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied
hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold
on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to
stop me from trying.
Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save
the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe,
when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.
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Excerpt:
Holy cow.
The energy swirling through the dimly lit Tacoma
Dome was a living, pulsing entity unlike anything I’d experienced before.
Twenty thousand-plus people packed the space, chanting, “Cinder! Cinder!” while
holding lighters and cellphones in the air, so many it was as if millions of
fireflies took flight.
Briar
and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed
bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were
being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel
outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke
rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our
close vantage point.
and I stood in the VIP section with our after party passes—the wide logoed
bracelets on our wrists—completely surrounded by warm bodies. Our bellies were
being pressed into the barrier separating us from the security personnel
outlining the front of the stage. Cobalt blue laser lights danced and smoke
rolled like fog, making the details of the stage hard to see, even from our
close vantage point.
Leaning
into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking
awesome?”
into me, Briar placed her forehead to mine and smiled wide. “Isn’t this fucking
awesome?”
“It
is,” I agreed.
is,” I agreed.
“You
two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.
two going to slip each other the tongue?” some guy hollered from behind us.
Briar
turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are
you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
turned, giving him her signature hip cock—are
you serious?—lift of brow. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hell
yes.”
yes.”
She
flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”
flipped him a not so elegant bird. “Kiss this, asshat.”
“Bri,”
I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic,
but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
I admonished, ready to throw myself in front of her if the guy went ballistic,
but he laughed and turned his attention to the stage.
In
front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a
“Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.
front of us, shadows moved. The whine of a discordant guitar, followed by a
“Ba-bump. Ba-bump,” reverberated from the domed ceiling.
“Oh
my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically
jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the
process. “This is it, babe.”
my God!” Briar screeched in my ear as she latched on to my blouse, practically
jumping in place, and almost removing the short, fluttery sleeve in the
process. “This is it, babe.”
An
unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of
rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
unbelievably deep voice bellowed out a war cry that mixed into the sound of
rumbling thunder and vibrated the floor beneath me.
Multiple
LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire,
followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real
flames and sparks
LED screens lit up the entire backstage with a picture show of a churning fire,
followed by devastating nuclear explosions. Along the side of the stage, real
flames and sparks
shot into the air
as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from
above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.
as a shirtless man, half-surrounded by a massive set of drums, lowered from
above on a lit platform—muscled arms working, leg tapping.
The
crowd went wild.
crowd went wild.
“That’s
Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
Sayer Adler,” Bri yelled near my ear. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”
I
looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark
hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong
jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.
looked at the man pounding out a wicked beat, and decided—with his mussed, dark
hair with platinum blond tips, sporting long sideburns highlighting a strong
jaw, and a sculpted upper body covered in colorful tattoos—he was striking.
A
huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom
went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band
came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two
more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together,
leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored
sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead
guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm
guitarist.”
huge flash of light and perfectly timed kaboom
went off, drawing my gaze. As the smoke cleared, another member of the band
came into view. “That’s Kris Kline. The bassist,” my bestie informed. Then two
more men, with fingers flying over their respective guitars appeared together,
leaning back to back within their own light show. “The hottie with the mirrored
sunglasses and black tour beanie on his head is Cross de Raven. He’s lead
guitar. And the other, Mr. I’d-do-him-in-a-heartbeat, is Eryk Hale, rhythm
guitarist.”
The
two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed
together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last
guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad
gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one
going left, the other right.
two of them had this inexplicable sensuality about them in the way they swayed
together, which pretty much kept my attention trained on them until the last
guy rose up from an opening in the floor, reminiscent of a leather-clad
gladiator stopping center stage, causing the two guitarists to break apart—one
going left, the other right.
Beside
me, Briar wolf-whistled.
me, Briar wolf-whistled.
“Shit,
yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend,
never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”
yeah! I love you, Fade,” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then my friend,
never one to mince words, flashed sparkling eyes at me. “I so want to have that man’s baby!”
With
a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in
the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long
hair swishing about her face.
a saucy wink, she returned her attention back to the action, threw her arm in
the air, her fingers making devil horns, and started rocking her head, long
hair swishing about her face.
The
vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that
looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which
he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of
singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the
penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members
of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know
much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
vocalist curled his ring-covered fingers around a freestanding microphone that
looked like a burnt, twisted twig of a tree sprouting up in front of him, which
he uprooted. I tried to soak in the experience as he did this combination of
singing and screaming about annihilation. The lights, the sound, the
penetrating vibrations, the feel of bodies in motion, and the way the members
of Cinder worked every square inch of the stage was mesmerizing. I didn’t know
much if anything about metal music, but it was clear they were talented.
Cross
ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck,
fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs
as he lunged. Pure,
ground out an amazing sound on his guitar, palm sliding across the neck,
fingers on the frets—his instrument dropping down between his muscular thighs
as he lunged. Pure,
euphoric pleasure
emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty,
sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
emanated from his handsome face, and a vivid image of him having hot, sweaty,
sheet-clawing sex came to mind.
What in the heck is wrong with me?
I
pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god,
focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the
gutter.
pushed the naughty thoughts aside and tore my gaze away from the guitar god,
focusing on Eryk, only to find him making love to his guitar. Gah! I needed to get my mind out of the
gutter.
Focus on something else.
I
watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to
the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their
current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the
duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were
doing some killer cardio.
watched the drummer again. Slipped my attention to Fade. Moved my gaze over to
the bassist. I also returned to watching Cross and Eryk. If they kept up their
current high-powered pace of stomping, jumping, and leg lunges throughout the
duration of the concert, they’d never need to darken a gym, because they were
doing some killer cardio.
When
the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly
voice.
the song ended, Fade bellowed, “How are you tonight, Tacoma?” in a gravelly
voice.
The
crowd went berserk.
crowd went berserk.
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LOST REPUTATION by Kimberly Ann Miller
LOST REPUTATION
Kimberly Ann Miller
Romance/Contemporary/Suspense/Young
Adult
Adult
Evernight Teen Publishing/237 pages
Casey Hayes has a secret—she writes
the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she
thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a
scandal.
the conspiracy theory column for her high school newspaper. As the editor, she
thrives on the thrill of uncovering the facts—until she gets tangled up in a
scandal.
When she exposes a teacher’s shameful
secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey
blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with
the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to
convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores
the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more
important to her than her life.
secret, threats start, demanding she stop spreading the vicious rumors. Casey
blows it off and keeps on writing. Even sexy Victor Cruz, the hot senior with
the adorable accent who chases after Casey and tries to protect her, fails to
convince her to keep her mouth shut. But things only get worse as she ignores
the warnings, and soon, Casey must decide if exposing the truth is more
important to her than her life.
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Excerpt:
I laughed at the memory as I locked
up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as
I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret
crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no
other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after
anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals
and didn’t need the distraction.
up the newsroom and rushed to my next class. I still had a smile on my face as
I plopped down on my seat in the back row of calculus. Victor Cruz, my secret
crush, entered the room. My pulse reacted to his presence, but, thank God, no
other part of me did that he could see. I didn’t want to be lusting after
anyone this year because I was planning on working hard toward my college goals
and didn’t need the distraction.
The worst thing was, Charli told me
he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did
not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect
for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and
didn’t care if he got girls sick.
he gave his ex-girlfriend some rash because he cheated on her. I so did
not do the sexually transmitted diseases thing, and I definitely had zerorespect
for cheaters. Not even for a hunk like him, who obviously screwed around and
didn’t care if he got girls sick.
But damn, did this guy make my
insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey
from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much
English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because
he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some
classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his
build.
insides quiver. He was totally hot. His parents moved to New Jersey
from Spain during middle school when Vic was scrawny and didn’t speak much
English. When senior year started a month ago, no one recognized him because
he’d grown ten inches, gained fifty pounds—of muscle—and must have taken some
classes in style because, damn, the boy knew how to dress to show off his
build.
Loose jeans with a belt, black boots,
and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It
should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good
old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could
quiver.
and a black, long-sleeved tee only made him sexier. And the way he walked? It
should’ve been a crime. He had a swagger about him that rivaled any of the good
old boys of Hollywood. Watching it made me quiver in places I didn’t know could
quiver.
But it wasn’t just his looks that
held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door
open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were
too rough or mean.
held me captive. He had the values of an old-fashioned guy—holding the door
open for girls, helping them with heavy stuff, defending them when guys were
too rough or mean.
If it wasn’t for that wild partying
side of him … sigh.
side of him … sigh.
As he approached his seat, I couldn’t
help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each
step.
help but stare at his thighs, mesmerized by the fluid sway they made with each
step.
He caught me staring and raised a
thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the
junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.
thick black brow. I diverted my eyes and pretended to be very interested in the
junior’s notebook next to me. But I didn’t even know his name. Ugh.
Vic slid into his seat next to me and
winked at the girls that were staring at him.
winked at the girls that were staring at him.
They always stared at him.
I rolled my eyes. But when I felt his
eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that
came from looking at him.
eyes on me, I shifted in my seat, fighting the funny tingle in my stomach that
came from looking at him.
The other problem was, besides being
a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident,
I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he
could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to
girls.
a distraction, Vic knew how sexy he’d become. He acted so cocky and confident,
I wanted to smack the grin off his face and remind him that not long ago, he
could have passed for a ten-year-old boy who couldn’t speak English or speak to
girls.
But, whatever. He had a harem now, so
good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes
that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.
good for him. And shiny black hair, smooth, bronze skin, and deep brown eyes
that … never mind. Didn’t matter anyway.
Kylie sauntered over to him, swaying
her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his
back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into
his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are
out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran
her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.
her hips so hard, I wondered how they didn’t dislocate. She leaned over his
back and wrapped her arms around his ample shoulders, pressing her boobs into
his back. I’m sure he loved that. “Hey, Vic. Busy this weekend? My parents are
out of town, and we can go riding if you want. I’ll pack us a lunch.” She ran
her fingernails over his chest as she spoke, clearly enjoying the feel of him.
He pulled her fingers off him and
slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”
slipped out of her grasp. “Sorry, I’m busy, but thanks for asking.”
She leaned into him again, making
sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost
didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I
was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye
adjustment?
sure to press her boobs into his neck. I rolled my eyes so hard, they almost
didn’t return to face front. That would suck. What would I tell the nurse? I
was looking at my brain instead of in front of me and I needed an eye
adjustment?
“Maybe another time, okay?”
Vic nodded once. “Si.”
I pulled out my phone to check
messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the
hottest guy in school.
messages, done with listening to the vixen and her attempts at charming the
hottest guy in school.
“Hey, Casey,” he said in his sexy
Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it
sound like Kay Seee.
Spanish accent. He had this way of dragging out the end of my name, making it
sound like Kay Seee.
It was both unsettling and adorable,
so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?
so I just grunted at him. How else could I get anything done with him around?
About the Author:
Kimberly Ann Miller received
Bachelor’s degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a
Master’s degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New
Jersey. She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and
young adult novels. She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides
in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves
to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by
night. She always takes her Nook with her.
Bachelor’s degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers University and a
Master’s degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry of New
Jersey. She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and
young adult novels. She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides
in Monmouth County with her husband and cats. When she’s not writing, she loves
to travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by
night. She always takes her Nook with her.
Website Link: http://kimberlyannmiller.com/
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Once Upon a Time
By Michelle Ziegler, Amber Morant, K.R. Thompson, Rosa Lee Jude, Kate Bonham, Kellie Honaker, Layne Aust
Fantasy/Fairy tales/Romance
Publisher Magic Quill Press/444 pages
Eight magical stories based on the original tales you thought you knew…
In this cross-genre collection, you will discover retellings that will reminisce of your childhood, and those that will explore the darker side of the brothers Grimm. Traditional, modern, fantasy, and horror abound in this diverse group of stories sure to please those who love fairytales with a twist!
The Stories:
Finding Bell – Michelle Ziegler
Annabella can’t remember anything before the last six years, and her dreams are telling her something. She just doesn’t know what. Desperate to find the missing pieces in her life, she heads to France, where a castle exists that matches the one in her dreams. Once there, she has to figure out if the mysterious place holds the key to unlocking the past she can’t remember.
Henri, once a powerful Fae prince, is locked within the home he built for a princess who can’t remember him. A rose blooms every hundred years, signifying the chance to break the curse placed on him and his Faerie Court. Something is changing, and the girl he loves has returned—but can he get her to love him again and free them all from the endless cycle?
The Blue Mage – Amber Morant
Elona is one of the luckiest thieves in Tore. However, her eye is now on the treasures hidden within the Citadel of Hours where the Blue Mage resides. Becoming an apprentice is easy, but learning who he truly is becomes a nightmare in itself.
Dragon Kept – K.R. Thompson
Fairy spells are going awry—and for no good reason. Even though Morgana has managed to patch up her own botched spell and turn the toad back into a prince, she’s been given the task of fixing another fairy’s mistake as her punishment. But it won’t be easy. With an entire kingdom turned to stone, a princess forever charmed in sleep, and one unhappy dragon keeping guard—things could get interesting, to say the least.
If the Shoe Fits – Rosa Lee Jude
There’s more to Cinderella’s story than glass slippers and pumpkins. Waking up in a different time, a modern world, Cinder discovers that her storybook life was no fairytale. Is she brave enough to travel back in time and face the evil that threatens her future? This twist on a classic will leave you wondering if other fairytales are really fiction.
From the Depths – Kate Bonham
Carys, the favorite daughter of the King of Atlantia, has always wanted something greater for herself than to marry young and have more mer-children. She wants to be human—to marry the young sailor she’s seen by the docks. When she’s given the opportunity to become human, she jumps at it, hoping to meet her dream man.
Only problem is—humans are not what she has thought all her life. They are greedy, money-hungry monsters. What if the man she’s secretly hoping for, is the one she was destined to marry? What if it’s not always greener on the other side?
Godmother Death – Kellie Honaker
Philip was just an infant when Death became his godmother. As a gift, she presents him with a barrel of cider that bestows miracles to those who drink from it.
But there is a catch—it only works for certain people. When the barrel refuses to work for the only woman he’s ever loved, Philip must deal with the consequences of cheating Death.
The Steel Heart – Layne Aust
Emilio has been driven to madness since the death of his love, Natalia. Stuck in his shop, the heartbroken man tries to recreate the beauty with steel and nails. But the blacksmith is awarded a second chance by a wayward witch who makes him a deal—one that could either reunite the lovers or keep them apart forever.
Hook – K.R. Thompson
Sitting in the dark corners of the print shop, Archie Jameson dreams of adventure, never imagining it will find him.
A twist of fate lands him beneath unfamiliar stars with a small pixie to guide his way. What new adventures lie in Neverland?
Discover the untold story of the man destined to become Captain Hook.
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Once Upon a Time Paperback is here!
I love all types of genres, but really love fantasy. I can’t lie. So my story Finding Bell is a very exciting release for me. Although the release date is Sept 30th for the e-book, the paperback is out now! So if you prefer paper to electronic books, here is the link. Happy reading!
Eight magical stories based on the original tales you thought you knew…
In this cross-genre collection, you will discover retellings that will reminisce of your childhood, and those that will explore the darker side of the brothers Grimm. Traditional, modern, fantasy, and horror abound in this diverse group of stories sure to please those who love fairytales with a twist!
The Stories:
Finding Bell – Michelle Ziegler
Annabella can’t remember anything before the last six years, and her dreams are telling her something. She just doesn’t know what. Desperate to find the missing pieces in her life, she heads to France, where a castle exists that matches the one in her dreams. Once there, she has to figure out if the mysterious place holds the key to unlocking the past she can’t remember.
Henri, once a powerful Fae prince, is locked within the home he built for a princess who can’t remember him. A rose blooms every hundred years, signifying the chance to break the curse placed on him and his Faerie Court. Something is changing, and the girl he loves has returned—but can he get her to love him again and free them all from the endless cycle?
The Blue Mage – Amber Morant
Elona is one of the luckiest thieves in Tore. However, her eye is now on the treasures hidden within the Citadel of Hours where the Blue Mage resides. Becoming an apprentice is easy, but learning who he truly is becomes a nightmare in itself.
Dragon Kept – K.R. Thompson
Fairy spells are going awry—and for no good reason. Even though Morgana has managed to patch up her own botched spell and turn the toad back into a prince, she’s been given the task of fixing another fairy’s mistake as her punishment. But it won’t be easy. With an entire kingdom turned to stone, a princess forever charmed in sleep, and one unhappy dragon keeping guard—things could get interesting, to say the least.
If the Shoe Fits – Rosa Lee Jude
There’s more to Cinderella’s story than glass slippers and pumpkins. Waking up in a different time, a modern world, Cinder discovers that her storybook life was no fairytale. Is she brave enough to travel back in time and face the evil that threatens her future? This twist on a classic will leave you wondering if other fairytales are really fiction.
From the Depths – Kate Bonham
Carys, the favorite daughter of the King of Atlantia, has always wanted something greater for herself than to marry young and have more mer-children. She wants to be human—to marry the young sailor she’s seen by the docks. When she’s given the opportunity to become human, she jumps at it, hoping to meet her dream man.
Only problem is—humans are not what she has thought all her life. They are greedy, money-hungry monsters. What if the man she’s secretly hoping for, is the one she was destined to marry? What if it’s not always greener on the other side?
Godmother Death – Kellie Honaker
Philip was just an infant when Death became his godmother. As a gift, she presents him with a barrel of cider that bestows miracles to those who drink from it.
But there is a catch—it only works for certain people. When the barrel refuses to work for the only woman he’s ever loved, Philip must deal with the consequences of cheating Death.
The Steel Heart – Layne Aust
Emilio has been driven to madness since the death of his love, Natalia. Stuck in his shop, the heartbroken man tries to recreate the beauty with steel and nails. But the blacksmith is awarded a second chance by a wayward witch who makes him a deal—one that could either reunite the lovers or keep them apart forever.
Hook – K.R. Thompson
Sitting in the dark corners of the print shop, Archie Jameson dreams of adventure, never imagining it will find him.
A twist of fate lands him beneath unfamiliar stars with a small pixie to guide his way. What new adventures lie in Neverland?
Discover the untold story of the man destined to become Captain Hook.
I’ll Be Waiting, It’s Here!
I’ll Be Waiting- My free FREE read is finally here. Angela and Nick are contemplating the fine line between friends and more.
If you haven’t read Winter’s Sweet Kiss, don’t worry. This is a standalone prequel. That being said, if you want to see what happens to the couple, you’ll need to read One In a Million Snowflakes in Winter’s Sweet Kiss.
Click below if you are looking for the letter to enter Roane’s Grand Prize! here
Don’t forget that there are 8 free stories coming for Roane Publishing’s three year anniversary. Don’t forget to enter for the grand prize and my own giveaway here!
***Book Spotlight*** Flight Risk
Flight Risk
An Assignment: Romance Novel, Book 4
Barbara Valentin
Romantic Comedy / Chick Lit
Gemma Halliday Publishing / 233 pages
When Aubrey Thomas, a phobic travel writer, must choose between jumping to what she considerers certain death from a skydiving static line or sinking even deeper into debt in the unemployment line, she scrambles to find someone—anyone!—who can help her overcome her debilitating fear of heights. Enter John Trelawney, a charming window washer who thinks nothing of dangling by a cable fifty stories up and claims he can cure her. Everything about John makes Aubrey nervous… including the way her heart kicks into overdrive whenever he’s around. But, at the end of her rope, she takes him up on his offer. Can he really help her get over her fear of heights? Or will Aubrey find herself free falling…possibly even in love with him?
FOR HER SISTER by Lara Sleath and Her Publishing Story
Lara Sleath – My Road to Being Published
It was the trip to India that did it. I drove with my boyfriend from London to Calcutta. On the way, I decided to write a book about it. We’d had so many adventures. We’d hung out with war lords and had bathed elephants in holy rivers. How could the book not be a bestseller?
But when I wrote the thing, something happened. The words kept getting tangled. And I didn’t sound like me at all. I sounded wooden.
I finished the book but it sucked. I was too embarrassed to show it to anyone. I kept promising my friends that soon I give them something good to read.
Next, I decided to write a children’s book. Kids books were easier, right? Or at least they were shorter. I wrote the book then hired a mentor, an extremely kind author called Stephen Measday. He told me gently that the plot wasn’t great. We bounced around ideas and on the back of this, I produced another children’s book – Archie and the Upside Down Circus.
I sent Archie to publishers in Australia where I was living at the time. A woman from Penguin Australia returned my manuscript with a note. She told me that my writing wasn’t quite ready but that she believed that my next book would be published. I cherished this note for years.
Spurred on by this, I wrote two more books but I didn’t finish either of them. All the time, I was going on writing courses, reading endless how-to books on writing and studying the hell out of story structure. I went to writing conferences and joined critique groups.
Next, I finished a romantic comedy, which I was convinced was the one. I hired an independent editor who liked it too. She warmed up some agents about my book. But when I sent it to them, they all passed. One liked the characters but not the writing. Another loved the writing but not the characters. Even still, I felt like I was close.
Some time later For My Sister was born. I sent sample chapters to agents. Five of them asked to see the whole manuscript. But again they all said no. I started to get angry. What more could I do? I’d jumped through all of the hoops and had ticked every box.
I remember the evening when I received the email from Evernight Teen. I was sitting on the beach. It was the first sunny day in ages and it seemed like the whole of the Vancouver had come out of hibernation. The ocean stretched before me in a swathe of blue. To the left of the high rises, I could see the snow-dusted mountains. It was so beautiful. But I was too angry to enjoy the beauty. I was never going to get published. I sat sulkily flicking through my phone.
Then I clicked on the email from Evernight Teen. They wanted my book. I was so shocked that I turned my phone off. Maybe the email wasn’t real. Perhaps it was a sick joke.
Later that evening, I told my husband that someone was going to publish my book.
“Oh wow,” he said. “Finally. Hey, why are you crying?”
“Because I’m so happy.”
And I am really happy. Thank you Evernight Teen for believing in me and in For My Sister.
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FOR
HER SISTER
by Lara Sleath
YA
Paranormal Suspense
Paranormal Suspense
Evernight
Teen Publishing / 61,000 words
Teen Publishing / 61,000 words
Eighteen-year-old
Bresha blames herself for her younger sister’s death. She knew that Arlene was
gullible and fragile. Yet she still let her tone-deaf sister meet with Saul Sanderstorm, a record company mogul whose
charisma is as big as his temper.
Bresha blames herself for her younger sister’s death. She knew that Arlene was
gullible and fragile. Yet she still let her tone-deaf sister meet with Saul Sanderstorm, a record company mogul whose
charisma is as big as his temper.
When Arlene is found
floating in Camden Lock canal, the police call it suicide. But Bresha knows
different. She knows that sleazy Saul is somehow to blame. And so does Arlene’s
ghost. Why else would she fog up mirrors and trace the letter S for Saul
through the condensation on the glass? Now, Bresha has to find a way to prove
that Saul’s guilty.
floating in Camden Lock canal, the police call it suicide. But Bresha knows
different. She knows that sleazy Saul is somehow to blame. And so does Arlene’s
ghost. Why else would she fog up mirrors and trace the letter S for Saul
through the condensation on the glass? Now, Bresha has to find a way to prove
that Saul’s guilty.
When Bresha discovers that
Saul is getting a kick out of mentally breaking singers, she wonders if this
happened to Arlene. The truth has to be ugly and shocking. Because why else
would Saul be prepared to do anything to conceal it?
Saul is getting a kick out of mentally breaking singers, she wonders if this
happened to Arlene. The truth has to be ugly and shocking. Because why else
would Saul be prepared to do anything to conceal it?
Bresha faces a choice. Risk
her life to unearth the facts. Or drop the case and be forever tormented by her
sister’s ghost.
her life to unearth the facts. Or drop the case and be forever tormented by her
sister’s ghost.
Buy Links: Evernight
Teen Amazon ARe
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Someone was
screaming. She realized that it was her. She found herself on her feet. She
took off down the path, her breath jagged, her shoes pounding over the gravel.
Fire flashed against her legs, as the nettles stung her.
screaming. She realized that it was her. She found herself on her feet. She
took off down the path, her breath jagged, her shoes pounding over the gravel.
Fire flashed against her legs, as the nettles stung her.
She ran a
few more steps. She had to be faster than him. Surely, she was faster. He was
paunchy old man. Her feet hit a boulder and she stumbled. She felt his hands on
her back. Slam. He pushed her down. A burning pain shot across
her cheek, as her face smashed into the gravel.
few more steps. She had to be faster than him. Surely, she was faster. He was
paunchy old man. Her feet hit a boulder and she stumbled. She felt his hands on
her back. Slam. He pushed her down. A burning pain shot across
her cheek, as her face smashed into the gravel.
She scrambled
up and ran on. He sprang on her from behind. Again, he brought her down. She
twisted around. He threw himself on top of her, his weight crushing her. She
reached up and tried to claw his face, but he caught her hands and pinned them
down by her sides onto the path.
up and ran on. He sprang on her from behind. Again, he brought her down. She
twisted around. He threw himself on top of her, his weight crushing her. She
reached up and tried to claw his face, but he caught her hands and pinned them
down by her sides onto the path.
“You
will not to do this to me,” he snarled. “You will not ruin
me.”
will not to do this to me,” he snarled. “You will not ruin
me.”
Bresha tried
to speak, but her tongue was frozen. She gazed into his eyes, hoping to reason
with him on an unspoken level, human to human. She’d read somewhere that eyes
were supposed to be the view point into people’s souls. Now she saw his soul.
It looked like the photograph of a cancerous organ on the side of a cigarette
packet, black and festering.
to speak, but her tongue was frozen. She gazed into his eyes, hoping to reason
with him on an unspoken level, human to human. She’d read somewhere that eyes
were supposed to be the view point into people’s souls. Now she saw his soul.
It looked like the photograph of a cancerous organ on the side of a cigarette
packet, black and festering.
He brought
his head toward her lips. Was he going to kiss her like he might have been
trying to do that day on the couch? She turned her head away, pushing one side
of her face into the grit. He’d never kiss her. She’d die before he kissed her.
his head toward her lips. Was he going to kiss her like he might have been
trying to do that day on the couch? She turned her head away, pushing one side
of her face into the grit. He’d never kiss her. She’d die before he kissed her.
She felt him
bite into her neck. He was giving her a love bite, the sick pig. She screamed
as he drew blood.
bite into her neck. He was giving her a love bite, the sick pig. She screamed
as he drew blood.
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British born
Lara Sleath has been writing stories – on paper and in her head – for as long
as she can remember. But gave up on the idea of becoming a writer because she
believed that the idea was too far-fetched. Instead she took the only slightly
more sensible option of working in the music industry.
Lara Sleath has been writing stories – on paper and in her head – for as long
as she can remember. But gave up on the idea of becoming a writer because she
believed that the idea was too far-fetched. Instead she took the only slightly
more sensible option of working in the music industry.
But even that
proved too dull for Lara. In her mid-twenties, she set off from London with her
boyfriend in a battered VW van. Their aim was to drive to India. They arrived a
quarter of a year after adventures with warlords and after having seen many
mind-blowing sights.
proved too dull for Lara. In her mid-twenties, she set off from London with her
boyfriend in a battered VW van. Their aim was to drive to India. They arrived a
quarter of a year after adventures with warlords and after having seen many
mind-blowing sights.
Today, the
boyfriend in the beaten-up VW van is Lara’s husband. She lives with him and
their two children in Vancouver, Canada close to the ocean and the mountains.
Lara writes every day surrounded by an army of cats. For Her Sister is
her debut novel.
boyfriend in the beaten-up VW van is Lara’s husband. She lives with him and
their two children in Vancouver, Canada close to the ocean and the mountains.
Lara writes every day surrounded by an army of cats. For Her Sister is
her debut novel.
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Giveaway: $10 Evernight Teen Gift Card
I’m doing what?
I think I lost my mind this past month. The good news is that I have a FREE contemporary romance story, I’ll Be Waiting, coming out that is a prequel to Winter’s Sweet Kiss – One in a Million Snowflakes. The other fun part is that I have a Fantasy Romance Novella – Finding Bell coming out in a collection called Once Upon A Time!
A little secret is there will be a scavenger hunt for Roane Publishing’s birthday this September and Once Upon a Time is on pre-order on Amazon for $.99c.
Finding Bell Part of : Once Upon Time
Annabella can’t remember anything before the last six years, and her dreams are telling her something, she just doesn’t know what. Desperate to find the missing pieces in her life, she heads to France where a castle exists that matches the one in her dreams. Once there she has to figure out if the mysterious place holds the key to unlocking the past she can’t remember.
Henri, once a powerful Fae prince, is locked within the home he built for a princess that can’t remember him. A rose blooms every hundred years signifying the chance to break the curse placed on him and his Faerie Court. Something is changing, and the girl he loves has returned, but can he get her to love him again and free them all from the endless cycle?
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I’ll Be Waiting
Finding someone that makes you smile is worth every risk.
Angela has pined away for Nick since they were kids, but he’s off limits. She’s supposed to plan a going away party with his sister, but Angela’s spending more time daydreaming than planning. Every glance from him drives her closer to throwing caution to the wind and has Angela wondering if he might feel the same way.
Nick has devoted his life to the military and is heading out on one more deployment. The party his sister and her best friend throw him is another excuse to spend his last few hours with the woman he can’t get out of his head. Nick chases off the competition, but might have overstepped this time. Will one last parting gift be enough to keep her thinking of him until he returns?
michelle ziegler 