Monday, December 5, 2016

Marker of Hope (Creatura #3) by Nely Cab

Marker of Hope by Nely Cab (Creatura #3) Published by: Clean Teen Publishing NEW PRINT RELEASE TODAY! Genres: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
Who will save her from herself?
Upon her return from Greece with three new friends and a broken heart, Isis’ hunger for human flesh is stronger than ever. She’s a miserable mess after losing David following her betrayal. Her mutation into Creatura is all but over when she receives the surprise of her life, compelling her to seek out David’s family. Only, they’ve broken all ties with her, and she doesn’t know how to reach them.
Turpis, the demonic beings that attacked Isis in Greece, have tracked her whereabouts. Now, in order to fend for her life, Isis must join forces with deities she doesn’t trust.
Is Isis truly the Marker of Hope as she’s believed to be, or will she lose the battle to her starving inner beast and demons, obliterating humankind from existence? Find out in the epic finale of the best-selling CREATURA SERIES.
The Hunger
“A lot’s happened since you decided to shut down and wallow in self-pity. You’ve been impossible to talk to, and I’ve been bored out of my mind. I thought we came here because we were going to figure things out. What happened to ‘I’m going to save the people I love’? Did you just feed me that bull so I’d agree to come with you?”
“You know that’s not true. I meant it.”
“Then what’s the hold up?” Galilea’s irritated face turned a subtle shade of pink. Her pulse quickened just the slightest bit.
I was surprised at how much my senses had developed. Heighted. Months ago, I wouldn’t have noticed any of this, but now, I could even smell the natural notes of musk on her skin. I felt my mouth water. Sometimes, I liked that my new superhuman senses gave me insight to peoples’ moods and emotions. Most of the time, they were waiting for me to let my guard down so the beast could take over.
“Galilea.” I closed my eyes. “I’m hungry.”
“You can’t just change the subject. You do it all the time. I’m tired of it.”
“I’m not changing the subject. I’m trying to tell you I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to control myself. How am I supposed to save anyone when I want to rip out their guts?”



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Nely Cab is a Writer of stuff, a Master Coffee Drinker, a Food Maker & Eater, an Imaginary World Conqueror, and an Air Breather. She talks to herself—a lot—in her South Texas home while she plots stories about fantasy worlds and sips coffee from a pitcher. She’s known for cooking far too much food and has a tendency to overdo…well, everything. It is rumored that she is fabulous. Nely Cab is the best-selling author of the Creatura series.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

As Cold As Thorns by Isis Sosa Spotlight with Giveaway

Title: As Cold As Thorns
Author: Isis Sousa
Series: Standalone
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Gothic/Paranormal/Dark Fairytale
Publisher: Tragic Books
Release Date: Nov 28 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
When lust and vanity consume a humble young soul, nothing is left but a faint flame in the darkness of the void.
The solace and contentment of Henrique’s simple life as a small-town tailor’s apprentice vanish when his ambitions turn him overnight into one of the most powerful and influential personalities in early-1800s Europe. His quick ascension to the upper echelons of the leading Iberian Empire reveals a man torn between the pure heart he once was, and the grim shade of what he has now become: a spirit obsessed with expensive material possessions and the urge to acquire the unattainable.
Henrique succumbs to the ever-growing desires and beguiling passions tormenting his mind, causing a rupture between reason and a desolate world of ice and snow where pain is the key to salvation. Will he survive his encounter with the colossal emptiness and find the righteous path to lead him out of his agony?
Come and indulge yourself in this startling tale of coldness and wonder.

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Henrique hurried to clean himself, to wash away the dirty layer covering his skin. This was him restoring his old self, or at least part of it. When the bath was over he dried himself with one of his peshtemal and dressed in the clothes he had selected. In front of the mirror on the wall to the right of the door, he stood, tying his scarf and hiding the ends inside the vest. By the candlelight and the first hints of dawn he took delight in seeing his figure: clean, well-dressed, perfect hair, a beautiful face, notwithstanding his compromised youth with its cascades of gray hair dominating both his head and chin, and even a line or two of gray disturbing the fields of dark that were his eyebrows. This was abnormal, he knew, for he had never seen another young man his age with this particular problem. He sighed in disapproval, taking the candlestick and his sketchbook from the stand and exiting the bathroom.
He took the stairs up again, and further down the corridor he took the small, dark stairs up to the attic. At the top of the stairs was a narrow, old door. Opening the door, the hinges sang. He stopped at the threshold, inhaling the smell of the place while smiling to himself. It had been a long time since he had last worked here, perhaps an entire year since he set foot in his home atelier. It had the odour of stagnant air and an accent of mold.
He placed the sketchbook on the first table and then went around lighting the chandeliers. There were two thick, old wooden tables in the middle of the vast room, counters and closets on all the walls, filled with materials from leather to different types of fabrics from all over the world, as well as sewing threads, stones and pearls for embroidery. These materials alone were worth a fortune.
On some of the counters there were small mechanical machines used to help him in his tasks, and he even had a copy of the pioneering, revolutionary first sewing machine, which was exclusive to a few of the finest tailors and courts.
He partly opened a couple of windows to renew some of the air, and then headed to the stove in a column close to the wall opposite the door. He grabbed some old pieces of wood from a pile by the wall and started a fire to warm the cold room. He fed the fire well, for he was burning to begin a new masterpiece.
Henrique grabbed a roll of thick leather pieces from one of the counters and placed them on one of the tables. He unrolled them and took a small piece – around half a meter by half a meter – and spread it flat on the table. He used a marker to trace what was to become one of the templates for Catelyna’s new dress, the one he had been sketching the night before.

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I am an artist; illustrator and graphic designer who writes on my free time. But with all the imagination I have running lose, there came some stories… And there came some books!

I am born and grown up in Brazil, however I live in Mid-Norway with my beloved husband, in a tiny valley surrounded by mountains and with very few neighbours.
When I’m not doing artwork and illustration for clients, I’m doing woodcarving, painting ornaments, painting artworks for myself, and so on. Love Arts, History and Metal.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Rimrider by L. A. Kelley

Teenager Jane Benedict is awakened by her father and ordered to memorize a mysterious code. Hours later, Mathias Benedict is dead and Jane and her brother, Will, are wards of United Earth Corporation. To evade the company's murderous clutches and uncover the meaning of her father’s last message, Jane leads Will on a desperate escape across the galaxy aboard the Freetrader smuggler ship, Solar Vortex. Tangled in the crew’s fight against UEC, Jane saves the life of young smuggler Maclan Sawyer and learns her father’s code identifies a secret cargo shipment that may spell doom for the entire Freetrader cause and the extinction of an alien race. 
Piracy, intrigue, romance, and a daring rebellion from Earth wait on the planet Rimrock. Will Jane answer the call to adventure and find new purpose on the galactic rim or will death for high treason be her fate?

As they raced across the bay another pallet full of cargo erupted. Flying bits of debris rained down on them. Jane slapped the falling embers from her hair. They reached the bulkhead and huddled behind stacked containers. Jane stifled a cough as acrid smoke rose in billowing clouds from the burning goods. 

Her mouth went dry. “Mac, there’s no alarm. The fire suppressors must be off-line. The smoke will get thicker and eat up the oxygen.” 

Mac spied around the corner of the crate. “I see him. A sweeper on the catwalk with a laser rifle. He can’t draw a bead from there, but the instant we make a run for the hatch, he’ll spot us. We’re trapped.” 

“How did a sweeper get on the ship?” whispered Jane. “I thought no UEC boarding party made it over.” 

“No clue. Nobody spotted any, and none of the alarms went off….what’s he doing now?” 

Jane and Will inched up beside Mac. The sweeper bent over and appeared to adjust a device at his feet. “We have to warn the others,” Jane said. “There may be more.” She spoke into her com. “Doc, can you read me?” 

“Jane—” A crackly din drowned out the rest. 

“We’re trapped in cargo bay Delta-120 with a sweeper. Do you read?” The only response was a hiss of static. Jane peered at them with anxious eyes. “My line is dead. Anyone have a signal?” Neither Mac nor Will’s com had reception. 

Jane swallowed. “I don’t know if Doc got the message.” 

Mac scowled. “We’re out maneuvered and outgunned and can’t wait around to find out. The smoke is getting thicker by the second.” 

Hack emitted a muted tinny whine. “What’s his problem now?” hissed Jane. 

Will yanked off the tarp and checked the readouts. “The weird signal’s back. It’s stronger this time. Hack has a lock. It’s definitely coming from that thing on the catwalk with the sweeper.” 

Mac’s gaze narrowed. “His rifle beats the cutter for long-range shooting. If the sweeper were at ground level, the odds would be more to my liking. I can sneak up on him.” He blew out his cheeks in frustration. “How to draw him out without getting shot is the problem.” He turned to Jane and Will. “You two wait here. When the shooting starts, make for the hatch.” 

Jane grabbed his arm. “Mac, this is crazy. You’ll never get close enough. We need a better plan—” 

Mac shook off her grip. “There’s no time. One of us has to make it out of here and go for help. Now run!” He broke from cover and darted around a loader. 

The sweeper instantly spotted him. Jane watched in horror as the laser rifle fired a spread of explosive charges. A direct hit to the loader’s engine mushroomed debris into the air. Mac dove behind a cargo container abutting a rack of mech suits. He was unharmed for now, but had no safe way to advance any farther. 

“What do we do?” said Will. “Run for help?” 

Jane’s focus returned to the sweeper. With his laser rifle at the ready, he used his other hand to hurriedly work on the object at his feet, acting as if time weighed hard against him. Jane’s gaze narrowed. A person so consumed by a task would hate to be interrupted. As a matter of fact, the right interruption might make him boiling mad. Mad enough to drop his guard and take his attention off Mac. 

Her expression hardened. “Will, I have a plan.” She explained in a rush. 

Will chuckled. “I like it.” 

“How much time will you need to get into position?” 

“Thirty seconds ought to do it.” 

“I can keep the sweeper busy that long without getting shot.” Jane drew the cutter from her holster. With shaking fingers, she reset the controls for a tight beam. At this distance, hitting the sweeper would be a miracle, but the glow from the cutter made her a fine target for him in the dark. “Ready?” 

Will’s face turned pale. “Are you positive Mac will be in position?” 

“He’ll understand as soon as I start running. He knows how to shoot.” 

“Yeah, but you don’t. Be careful, Jane…promise.” 

“I’ll make it back, Will. I swear. On three…one…two…go!” Jane dashed from cover aiming straight for the sweeper’s position. 

Jane fired wildly while mentally counting the seconds. Her shots went way out of range. Although none landed anywhere near the catwalk, they drew the sweeper’s immediate attention. 

Crackles of lightning ripped through the air as he returned fire. An energy blast hit near her feet, bubbling the metal deck plate. Jane dodged in panic, adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

Close—too close. Don’t think! Run! Run! Run! Twenty more seconds… 

Jane tore across the bay, darting through smoke, dodging flames. She veered toward the bulkhead aiming for the safety of a storage container. The back of her neck burned as if she could feel the laser sight zero in on her. A beam sliced the dark to her left. Jane sidestepped in a panic. She was in the open…no place left to hide. The sweeper had her in his sights. A red dot centered on the middle of her chest. She looked into the face of death. 
“Now, Will!” Jane shouted

Best-selling Kindle author, L. A. Kelley lives in Florida where the heat and humidity have driven everyone slightly mad. Every aspect of Mother Nature in Florida is evil and wants to kill you. The state has hurricanes, tornadoes, rip currents, floods, brush fires, and giant sinkholes that will drag you to hell without even time to pack a change of underwear. She considers it a favorable place to write fantasy/scifi adventures with humor, romance, and a touch of sass. Her favorite pastime is to call in Bigfoot sightings to the Florida Department of Fish and Wildlife. They are heartily sick of hearing from her.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Enchanted Souls by Tia Silverthorn Bach

Title: Enchanted Souls
Author: Tia Silverthorn Bach
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
Expected Release Date: October 21st, 2016
Cover Designer: Jo Michaels
Photographer: K Keeton Designs
Models: Alisha Beesley and Tyler Francis
Editor: Jo Michaels of Indie Books Gone Wild
Hosted by: Lady Amber's PR
Two Souls Tethered. An Unbreakable Bond.
A rare occurrence brings the planets into alignment, causing the seals that separate the universes to break. Lost souls search for home while two hearts that were shattered try to find their missing pieces.
When Alyxandria Duvall meets Micah, sparks fly, and their hearts burst into flames. They welcome their daughter not long after; then Micah goes missing under mysterious circumstances, leaving a path of heartache, death, and destruction in his wake. Still, Fate has more in store for them.
Galactic anomalies are propelling their lives toward their destinies. Light years separate them, but their souls gravitate toward one another. Can love overpower the universe’s boundaries?

Tia Silverthorne Bach has been married to her college sweetheart for twenty years, has three beautiful girls, and adores living in the breathtaking state of Colorado. Her daughters were born in Chicago, San Diego, and Baltimore; and she feels fortunate to have called many places home. She believes in fairy tales and happy endings and is an avid reader and rabid grammar hound.
She is an award-winning, multi-genre author and an Editor for Indie Books Gone Wild. From an early age, she escaped into books and believes they can be the source of healing and strength. If she’s not writing, you can find her on the tennis court, at the movies, reading a good book, or spooning Jif peanut butter right out of the jar.
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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Everything She Ever Wanted by Liz Durano

Title: Everything She Ever Wanted
Author: Liz Durano
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Model: Franggy Yanez
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
I was never into fairy tales.
But discovering a real live princess in my house reminds me of the story of the three bears and some chick who breaks into their pad, eats all their food, and sleeps in their beds.
Just like the one that’s in mine right now.
At first, I thought she was dead, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that she was just passed out, probably from the half-empty bottle of Bordeaux I’d been saving for a special occasion. Two grand down the drain, courtesy of Goldi-effing-locks here, who’s not only passed out cold, but she’s also naked.
I should walk out right now and let her be…
But I can’t. Not when there’s something else next to the Bordeaux, something that shouldn’t be here. And it’s sitting on top of a note that begins with the words…
“I’m sorry I failed you…”
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Though Liz studied journalism in college, she discovered that she preferred writing romantic fiction over news and ad copy. She lives in Southern California with her family where she spends her days writing, chasing after her 6-year old, and stepping over Legos.
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“Come here,” Dax murmurs, reaching for my hand and pulling me down to the bed next to him. His gaze travels down my body, and in a moment of uncertainty, I vainly cover myself with my arms.
“Harlow, we don’t have to go through with it if you’re not comfortable.”
"But I am comfortable," I say almost angrily, removing my hands from my breasts before Dax kisses me again. And for the next few minutes, that's all he does—kissing me tenderly and calming the inner turmoil until it simmers down, replaced with the need to have him make love to me. Then he sits up and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom packet from his wallet.
The sight of a condom makes me blush even more, only because it’s been a long time since I’ve needed to use one. Jeff and I were trying to get pregnant then, not avoid it.
“You’re gonna need a few of those,” I blurt out before I can stop myself and hide my face against his chest as he lies on his side next to me. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Don’t worry, because we will need a few of them before the day is over.” Dax pushes me down on my back as he trails long, lazy kisses down my neck and breasts and my belly. Then he positions himself between my legs, parting my thighs with his hands just as I cover myself from him.
Wait! He's not going down on me, is he?
“Dax, wait…”
He looks up, his gaze questioning. But how can he understand what I cannot say? No one has ever kissed me down there. No one.
"Tell me you don't want me to, Harlow, and I won't."
"It's just that... no one's ever… and I mean, no one…” I can't continue. It sounds so sad. Pathetic. It’s like some undiscovered country, and in many ways it is. Even I haven’t discovered it yet.
Dax’s brow furrows as he moves back up, so we're level on the bed again. Great. Guess I just killed the mood. “What do you mean, no one?"
I cover my face in my hands, but Dax pulls one hand away. I open one eye and see him studying my face. "This is so embarrassing, Dax. But if you want to do it—"
"This isn't all about me or what I want, Harlow. It's about you and what you want. Would you want me to?"
His words surprise me. Not the question, but the other one, the one about this being about me and what I want. Sure, sex with Jeff had started out fun at first, but it almost felt like two nerds going at it, and before long, it became a duty because we wanted to have a baby so bad. And when IVF came along, it was almost non-existent. It didn’t help that he wasn’t exactly big, something I would never be caught dead mentioning to anyone, not even him. Instead, I told myself for years that it was the motion of the ocean that mattered, not the size of the ship.
“Would you want me to, Harlow?” Dax asks again.

Dare to Dance by S.B. Alexander

By S.B. Alexander
Releasing on Sept. 13, 2016

Hoping to sign with one of the biggest boxing promoters in the country, Kross Maxwell has to maintain a near perfect record.  He can’t afford to lose any more bouts. But his head isn’t in the ring. Instead, he can’t seem to shake his past that’s been beating on his mind. To get back in the game, he goes in search of the girl he walked away from--the one girl who's always owned his heart.

Twenty-year-old, Ruby Lewis, is angry and frustrated with the way her life turned out. She dreamed of becoming a ballerina, but instead of performing for the rich and famous, she’s swinging her fists at girls twice her size in filthy, underground fights. She’d give anything to sleep in a bed, rather than the cold dark streets of Boston. Begging for her
next meal, she often thinks of the friends she once had, the nice home she lived in, and the only boy to ever steal her heart. But Kross Maxwell wouldn’t want her now--not with
dirty fingernails, ragged clothes and oily hair. But when she runs into him, the concrete wall she’s erected around herself threatens to crumble, and she can’t let that happen--if she wants to survive and get back the only thing that's ever mattered to her.

Dare to Dance can be read as a stand-alone. The book is intended for audiences 18+

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About the Author

My name is Susan, but you’ll find my books under my author name, S.B. Alexander. I’m a bestselling romance author. My books are filled with stories that tug at your heart, and are filled with romance, drama, action and suspense. As much as I love to write, I also love to read. Some of my favorite authors growing up were Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe. I still enjoy reading Stephen King. In fact, I love most genres, although in the past three years I gravitated toward the paranormal genre, which is when I started my journey to write my first book. A lot of what I’ve learned along the way is to write what you love to read.
So, that’s what I did. My very first book I published was On the Edge of Humanity. It’s a story about a teenage girl who discovers that she carries a vampire gene. Since then, I’ve also found and fell in love with the New Adult Romance genre, which led me to the birth of the Maxwell Series. Aside from writing, I am a huge sports fan, in particular, baseball. Since I hail from New England, I love the Red Sox. I’m a former navy veteran and math teacher. However, I’ve spent the last twenty years in technical sales within the water treatment industry.
I’ve been happily married for eighteen years. My husband and I enjoy golf, traveling, our dog, Lucy, and watching movies. We love the Northern California weather, which is perfect to play golf anytime of the year.

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My Review

*I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

"Dare to Dance" is the fourth installment in the Maxwell Series by S. B. Alexander.  I have had read and reviewed each book in this series and have yet to be disappointed in Alexander's writing style and the way she spins a tale.  The dialogue is smart and runs a full range of emotions.  Each of the Maxwell brothers is a unique entity that has the common thread of family above all else and Kross is no different than his brothers in this respect.  Ruby is the one he walked away from only find a few years later she is not so far away.  When Ruby reemerges in his life his focus is shot and nothing short of figuring her out will bring him back in line.  
While I have enjoyed each of the books in this series, "Dare to Dance" fell just a bit flat for me.  It was a good read that was true to the previous stories and the authors style, but it was a bit too much like the previous book for my taste.  If reading this book as a stand alone and not as a part o the series it is a new and fresh experience that should not be missed.  If reading as part of the series be prepared that while this is a good story with witty banter and interesting characters, this story will not offer any great surprises.  I still highly recommend "Dare to Dance" and look forward to more of Alexander's work.
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