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“Tiger’s Last Chance” by Christina Lynn Lambert, Series: Stranger Creatures; Book 3, Genre: Paranormal Romance is Available Now! #NewRelease @chris4lamb @rrrpromotion @readreviewrpt


 
Tiger’s Last Chance by Christina Lynn Lambert
 
 
Series: Stranger Creatures; Book 3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
 
 
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While working a case, Sean Whitman is tortured for information, drugged, and bitten against his will by a shape shifter. The fallout leaves him jobless, friendless, and dumped by his girlfriend. Needing a fresh start, he leaves town and opens a private investigation business. Learning to live life sober isn’t easy, but he makes it to the two year mark.
 
When Detective Nikki Jackson with the Great Oaks, Virginia Police Department calls him, accusing him of breaking into his ex-girlfriend’s house, Sean can’t help but like the sound of her voice, despite her ridiculous accusations. He’s shocked when she calls him back with an apology then asks for his help as a consultant on a case. On the phone, her sweet, slightly Southern voice captivates him. In person, she’s unlike any other woman he’s encountered, and nearly impossible to resist. But could the sexy detective ever want a man like him? 
 
After Nikki’s last dating disaster, the mountain lion shifter has sworn off men. Then she meets Sean, and with every second she spends around the tall, dark-eyed man, her resolve crumbles. But for some reason, despite the undeniable attraction between them, Sean seems determined to push her away.
 
An investigation into missing refugees leaves Nikki with more questions than answers. Her refusal to let the matter drop leads her to the discovery of a radical political group’s horrifying ploy for dominance. Traitors are embedded within the very organizations meant to keep shifters safe. As the list of people she can trust dwindles, Nikki calls on Sean to help her unravel a web of deceit.
 
As Nikki and Sean fight for survival, his fear of losing her could become a reality. Will he get one last chance to show her he loves her?
 
 
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#ReleaseBlitz “Forgotten Magic” Series: Crimson Cove #1 by Author Eden Butler, Genre: Paranormal Romance is Available Now! #NewRelease @edenbutler_ @GiveMeBooksPR

 

 

Title: Forgotten Magic
Series: Crimson Cove #1
Author: Eden Butler
Publisher: City Owl Press
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 23, 2020
Blurb
Bane Illes never smiled.

He never spoke.

But each day, that brooding wizard gave Janiver Benoit a glance.

And when she could not take another quiet stare, or the warmth that look sent
over her skin, she took from Bane something he’d never give freely—one
lingering, soul knocking kiss.

Ten years later, someone has stolen the one thing that keeps magic hidden from
the mortals in Crimson Cove and only Janiver can recover it. But returning to
her hometown means she’ll have to face the past and all the secrets she left
buried there, including the one person she promised herself she’d never see
again. The dangerous wizard that might make leaving Crimson Cove the last thing
she wants to do.*FORGOTTEN MAGIC was previously independently released as CRIMSON COVE.
However, Eden has since sold the rights to City Owl Press and the book has been
replotted, rewritten, and kicks off the new Crimson Coves trilogy which follows
witch Janiver Benoit and her siblings as they try to unravel the well-hidden
secrets that have destroyed their family.  

 

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“Jani…” he started, following me, coming to his knees despite his bad
ankle, crawling so close that I had nowhere to go. “You’ve been keeping
something from me. I see it. Even in the damn dark I can see it. It’s
everywhere.” Bane moved his warm fingers to my bottom lip and let his thumb
glide across my cheekbone. “You refuse to meet my eyes. You avoid me when I
stare too long.”
“You always stare too long.”
“I can’t help that.”
He was massive, a sweltering cloud that collected energy, that absorbed
emotion so that it became consuming—a vacuous funnel that craved the things it
did not need but took what it wanted. That was Bane. He took control, but for
the life of me I could not see past letting him take what had always been his.
“Tell me my daydream was invented. That dream of being in the classroom
with you.” There was a challenge in his voice that reminded me of us as
children, huddled and scared, taunting and fearless. But I wouldn’t answer,
couldn’t tell him something that would hurry along his anger. It would be heavy
enough when it came. 
“Jani,” he said, coming so close that I could smell the sweat from his
skin and hear the tiny rasp that caught in his throat.
“You’ll hate me.” It was as close to an explanation as I could offer.
Bane pressed his hand against my cheek, the touch warm and soft but with
that small red current still working behind his skin, still flirting with me to
cry out that he was mine. “Never, little witch.”
Give and take. He wanted, needed, but didn’t understand why. He didn’t
remember, and at that moment, I could not bring myself to remind him. It would
hurt too much. But the warmth in his hand, the sweet, honeysuckle scent from
his skin weaving like a spell of its own making, intoxicating me, lulling me
closer and closer until only Bane—the sound, feel, and smell of him—took up all
the space in my head. There was only this man. There was only this moment.
Both belonged to me. 
Our mouths came close together, our breaths heated and dampened our
faces, our lips—bringing us to the blistering, bated breath before the race
begins. A small incline, the minutest stretch of my neck and that mouth, that
tongue would belong to me. It was different from the night he spelled me. There
was no primeval encouragement from the ley lines egging us on, inching us
closer and closer toward our most basic urges. This was more, and somehow with
Bane’s face so close to mine, with his fingers tugging on the back of my hair,
I knew that one kiss would unhinge me. It would change everything and there
would be no stopping us.
“I…this…” My words got stuck somewhere around the back of my throat,
clung tight against the hot breath that fanned out when Bane rested his
forehead against mine, when he moved his mouth to kiss between my eyebrows.
“This isn’t normal, Jani. This…” He paused, shuddering when that pulsing
red light shot across his skin, hovering near his fingertips. “Someone spelled
us.”
Blinking, nodding, it was all I could manage. Bane was too strong, the
heat in the room too full, the air too thick. Yes, someone had been
spelled—him. Someone had done the spelling—me. But really I was a coward,
scared of what he’d think, say, damn well do if he found out I’d taken his
memories from before. Even if it was for the best, I’d still lied to him—the
lie of omission. I’d blocked him and kept for myself something I had no
business hiding away.
But Bane seemed content to ignore the past. He seemed mesmerized by the
moment, fascinated by the play of reddish light on our skin and that whip of
succulent heat that warmed us every time he moved his fingers across my
collarbone. “I think I know what this is, Jani, but it makes no sense. Nothing
between us, then or now, ever made sense to me.” And it wouldn’t, not to him,
not with the understanding I’d taken from him when I blocked his memories. He
kept flirting closer to the truth, skating the surface of what that light meant
and where he’d seen it before. I couldn’t let him find out, not like that. Not
just then.
“Bane,” I said, pulling him closer, loving the low, deep throttle of his
voice vibrating when my nails slid up his neck. “You watched over me. Protected
me.”
“Did I scare you then?”
“Always,” I said, feeling brave, reckless. I exhaled, staring in his eyes
like I wasn’t a coward. “But I loved you for it.”
One swift nod, as though he’d made up some silent decision on his own and
Bane picked me up, pulling me closer, his arm around my waist and that busted
ankle injury forgotten in his smooth haste to kiss me.
His look was feral and possessive, and even though some loud, loud
voice in my head told me to stop him, reminded me that it was my job to stop
him, I was powerless against the rush of his mouth against my neck and the
greedy hold of his massive hand cupping my hip.
“This isn’t…this won’t lead anywhere…” There was little fight in my
protest, my words meant to stop him, only contradicted by how I stretched my
neck, giving him greater access to my skin.
“It already has. It started a long time ago.”
“It didn’t…”
“Yes, Jani,” he said, shutting me up with that wide mouth, with the slip
of his tongue along my bottom lip. “Every look back then to right now, I was
saying the same thing. Every single one.”
My body was electrified, stunted by Bane’s confession, crippled by the
light heat collecting around us. If I asked and was disappointed, I’d lose
nothing. I had claimed him long ago and had lived with the empty feeling of
that for years. If he claimed me now, not remembering a thing and discovered
later how badly I’d betrayed him, could I stand the notion that I was his and
he no longer wanted me?
Risk and rules. My life existed around both and just for a moment with
Bane watching me, with him waiting for permission he didn’t seem familiar with
ever having to wait for, I wanted to take something for myself. Just once. “Do
I have to ask?”
“No,” he said, his bottom lip twitching as he watched me, “just look a
little deeper.”
Author Bio
Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and
romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an
honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking
and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque
ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too
much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next
New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast
Louisiana.

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Title: The Traveler: Chimera Revolution

Series: The Book of Eleanor #2

Author: Shannon Nemechek
Genre: Time Travel Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 19, 2020

 

Blurb
From USA Today
Bestselling Author Shannon Nemechek comes a brand new series “The
Traveler” will take you on an EPIC adventure through time.
Picking up from Chimera Rebellion’s cliffhanger ending, Chimera
Revolution takes Katie and Colm on a trip through time to 1779 Savannah in
the midst of the American Revolution, where they are plunged into a world of
spies, magic, and to face an old foe. As they attempt to protect the book,
Katie seeks out someone to tutor her in magic as the noose tightens around
them an ancient friend appears to guide them but is this new friend truly
friend or foe?

Secrets reveal
themselves as Colm must decide which side he is on. He must confront his
great-great-grandfather and convince him that life without Eleanor is possible,
and to fight on the right side of history all without revealing the future and
keeping him alive in the process.
Danger is around
every corner, unsure of who to trust the pair must rely on their knowledge and
wits; as they attempt to keep the book from those who seek to destroy it and to
destroy them.  The journey they embark on is a very different–and a vastly
more dangerous one.
Can they protect
the book and save themselves or will the prophecy be fulfilled? 

***Due to the nature of the storyline (war, romance, and witches,
etc), this story comes with a warning for adults 18+ Due to violence,
cursing, and sexual situations.

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Excerpt
October 1779
Invergarry
Landing, the O’Donnell Plantation
Savannah, Georgia
The mid-day sun
dipped behind a cloud as bitter cool rain began to fall. Colm Alexander Malcom
O’Donnell stood under the eve of the roof on the large porch, leaning against
one of twelve Romanesque pillars his father, The O’Donnell, had insisted be
part of the architecture of the home. He hated them, he hated his father, and
he hated the British. Most of all he hated his name. Called after his father
and his father before him, Colm was a family name, but after recent events the
young man had begun to use Alexander. 
He stared out toward
the British encampment his father had allowed onto the plantation. He supposed
The O’Donnell really did not have much of a choice since the land had been
gifted to them by King George, but it still made him sick to see the flurry of
Redcoats scamper across their land as if it was their own. He wanted to kill
them all, every last Redcoat alive, and he wanted to kill his father for taking
the only woman he would ever love—Eleanor MacAllister. 
He could still see
her tied to the pillar in the town square, the fire raging higher around her.
He could still hear her screams—they haunted his dreams. He had lost so much
that day, the day his father, the governor, and the British troops murdered
Eleanor. It was that day he made it his mission to kill as many of them as he
could. He stood in silence, waiting and planning, but until that day came, he
was obligated to the old man. His silent solitude was broken when the voice of
his father echoed through an open window. 
“Alexander!”
Alex turned to see a
mature, portly man with his body halfway through the office window. 
“Alexander! Come
into my office. We have much to discuss. Why you insist on being called
Alexander is beyond me.” His words trailed off as Alex turned back into the
house. 
“I insist on being
called Alexander because I do not want to share a name with you, Father!”
Shaking his head,
the stout man sat behind the desk. “I wish you would just get that woman out of
your head. She is gone and you are here. We have more important matters to
discuss than that harlot.”
Alex pounded his
fists into the desk, his face red with anger. “Father, do not call her that
again. Do not even mention her name in my presence. If you do, I shall leave
this place and I will not return.” 
“Fine… Fine… Sit
down, son. We must discuss the plans you have for your new regiment. I will be
inviting the governor to attend the ceremony and ball, and I want to make sure
we are on the same page. He is quite intrigued with the idea of you leading
troops. He seems to have taken a liking to you.”  
Alex sat facing his
father and listened, his anger growing with every passing moment. He knew he
must tamp it down if the plans he had made with the Patriot commander in charge
of the southern forces, General Lincoln, were to come to fruition. He couldn’t
make a mistake. A mistake could cost them everything. 
“I think Governor
Wright will be quite interested in what your plans are, but first I feel it is
necessary that we go over them together.”
Alex shifted in his
seat. He wanted so badly to inform the pompous windbag and his governor that
his plans were to see them all dead, and that the men of the Loyalist regiment
he led were not as loyal to the Crown as he made them out to be. Alex had ensured
that every able-bodied man who served under him was loyal to him and loyal to
the cause of freedom, and would not sink under the boot of the Crown. He
relished in thoughts of the day he would see his father and Governor Wright
slink their way back into the waiting arms of King George. He was quite sure
his father would try and take the property away from him, but he had covered
himself on that possibility as well. If it came down to it, he would fight for
himself and the residents of Invergarry Landing until his final breath. He
would kill his father if that was what it took. 
“We have gone over
these plans extensively, Father. A rehash would be a useless waste of time for
both of us. Now why have you really called for me?”
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Author Bio

 

Shannon is
a USA Today Bestselling Author of over 18 novels and novellas.
Shannon is
a multi-genre author who writes, Military, Contemporary, Historical
Romance and is working on her first Fantasy series.
Shannon
started her writing career while still serving in the US Army.
Shannon
grew up in Macomb, IL where she graduated from High School in 1987 and soon
after joined the US Army. Shannon served from 1987 to 2015 during Operation
Desert Storm and during Operations in Iraq and Afghanistan.
In April 2015 Shannon retired from the US Army with 23 years
of service as a Unit Supply Sergeant. She is a mother of 4 children and a
grandma to 2 beautiful Granddaughters. She has been married 26 years to her
husband, Ken. They reside in Staunton, IL a small town along Old Route 66.
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Available Now! “Love Bites” A Paranormal Romance Anthology from Authors: Autumn Archer, Belle Harper, CR Robertson, Kay Elle Parker, Nicky Fox, Rachael Tonks, Renea Porter and Kayla Jules Genre: Paranormal Romance, #NewRelease @EJBookPromos

Title: LOVE BITES: A Paranormal Romance Anthology
Authors: Autumn Archer, Belle Harper, CR Robertson, Kay Elle Parker, Nicky Fox, Rachael Tonks, Renea Porter and Kayla Jules
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 16, 2020

 

LOVE BITES: A paranormal romance anthology full of bite! 
Explore your wild side with these sizzling stories. 
 
A paranormal romance anthology by 8 incredible authors!
 
This anthology contains short stories ranging from romantic, action-packed, to HOT!
 
Filled with Vampires, shifters, demons, witches and more, this collection of fantasy romance stories will make you blush and have you begging for more.
 
Fans of dark fantasy, paranormal intrigue, and romance will devour these stories.
 

 

“For the Love of a Bear” Series: For the Love of Shifter Series #2, by Author Sunny Mawson, Genre: Paranormal Romance; #PreOrder Now! Release Date: June 11th 2020! ~ @sunnymawsonauth @EJBooksPromos


Title: For the Love of a Bear
Series: For the Love of Shifter Series #2
Author: Sunny Mawson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 11, 2020
Calla Stirling is living a humble life in the Breagha Oidhche Wolf Pack in Scotland when her teenage life is turned upside down by her would-be mate. She knew a mate would present himself in the future, but what she didn’t expect was the gruff Russian bear Sergey Patrushev, Vojak of Clan Chislennost. 
Off to a rocky start thanks to the ill-advised plan Sergey uses to introduce himself to his mate, they have bigger problems than the fact she’s still underage. Sergey needs to get back to his volatile bear clan in Russia, but he won’t be without his mate. Constant strife within his clan, Sergey knows he needs to present a united front with his wolf mate, Calla, regardless of the danger her presence presents to both of them. 
Faced with traitors, Sergey and Calla call upon their wolf allies to help them end the coming war. Only a bond forged in destiny can bring the pack and the clan together to defeat their enemies both old and new.
 
Sunny Mawson is a Washington based writer who was born and raised in Texas. She is married with three lovely children and one adorable granddaughter. They also have a dog named Panzer who is the best cuddler ever. Except when he has gas. Which is most of the time. Oh well. Married to a sailor, Sunny has lived all over the country, something that factors into her writing a great deal. Working as a Pastry Chef, food plays a heavy influence on her writing as well.
 

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“Thunderstruck” Series: Storm Canyon #1, by Author Anna Hague, Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance, is Available NOW! #ReleaseBlitz #NewRelease

 

 

Title: Thunderstruck

Series: Storm Canyon #1

Author: Anna Hague
Genre: Paranormal Shifter Romance
Release Date: May 12, 2020
Blurb
Granted,
Evangeline Webber was intoxicated when she saw the Ghost Horse at Silver Spear
Ranch, but the next time she saw the magnificent animal shimmering in the
moonlight, she was stone cold sober. The horse haunts her dreams, and so does
Rick Cambios-Plata. The aloof cowboy is a calming presence to the abused horses
he rescues, but Evangeline is anything but when he’s in the area. This trip was
supposed to be her sanctuary to help her get over the guilt of the death of her
soon-to-be ex-husband, however, both Rick and the ghost horse keep invading her
space. She has a feeling he’s hiding something, and her body wants to know
what.
Maverick
Cambios-Plata stays away from the ranch guests, but when Evangeline arrived,
his senses were on alert. He had to know why this woman was here invading his
every thought. His priorities and commitments were to preserve a legacy only a
few knew of, and Evangeline was a distraction and had nothing to do with the
lives he protected.
Or did she?
Evangeline
and Maverick each hold secrets, and one of them has no idea how much the truth
will change everything.

 

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Evangeline blinked
several times to clear the blurriness from her eyes. The full moon cast a
luminous radiance over the ranch even beyond the corrals—and the silver streak
resembling a horse that raced across the grassy plain, bucking every few paces
and whinnying at the obsidian night. She glanced at the half empty bottle of
bourbon she clutched and back to the thundering steed glowing in the night.
“Oh hell, no.” She’d
been at the ranch for over three weeks and knew every horse in residence but
had yet to see any running wild as spectacular as this one. The wild horses in
the area were located at a sanctuary over an hour away in Hot Springs not in
this part of the Black Hills.
“Damn, Jackson.” She
and the owner of the local gas station, deli, laundry, and liquor store had
been on a first-name basis since she perused the alcohol department as
regularly as she could get to town. “What the hell did you sell me?” The
bourbon didn’t look or smell any different than anything else she’d purchased,
but Jackson had suggested the Black Hills Recipe would be unlike any other
bourbon she’d tried. Was it filtered through peyote or something? No, peyote
wasn’t native to South Dakota, but who really knew what went into locally
distilled spirits?
“Ma’am.”
Evangeline’s heart
stuttered at the masculine voice. “Keller, you startled me. What are doing out
here in the dark?”
The cowboy whisked
his hat from his head and raked his fingers through his dark blond hair. “I was
just checkin’ on the horses before I turned in. Up kind of late, aren’t you?”
She swung her legs
from the arm of the wooden rocker on the porch of her cabin. “I suppose. I
don’t have to get up early like you do, though.”
“Still trying to
find yourself out here?”
“Something like
that.”
Keller cocked his
head to the bottle tucked in her fingers. “Was that full when you started the
evening?”
She swirled the
amber liquor. “Maybe.”
“You be careful with
any shit Jackson recommends.” He stuffed his hat on head and tipped the brim to
her. “Ma’am. Enjoy what’s left of the evening while you can still remember.”
He stepped away
toward the bunkhouse. “Keller?”
“Yes, Ma’am?”
“Well, for one,
would you stop calling me ma’am?”
He snickered.
“Sorry, habit.”
“Good manners.” She
set the bottle on the porch and rested her elbows on her knees. “Did you see a
silver horse running across the meadow?”
“Tonight?”
“Like a few minutes
ago.”
“No, Ma…Miss Webber.
I didn’t.”
“Evangeline. How
about calling me Evangeline. I think I’ve been here long enough for that.
Anyway, are you sure? It was bucking and whinnying and flying across the
grass.”
“I was in a barn
full of horses. I hear lots of whinnying. Didn’t see it, sorry.”
Slumping back in the
rocker, she sighed. Maybe she was hallucinating. The clearness she was seeking
hadn’t exactly presented itself since her arrival. The lure of the mountains
and fresh air had brought her here. She needed a change, at least for a little
while. The day to day survival wasn’t working. She needed to snap out of her
funk. It’d been two years. She needed to move on. That’s what her friends and
family said. She didn’t see any of them having to handle what she did. Live
with what she did.
“Well, must be the
bourbon. Goodnight, Keller. I think I should hit the sack, too.”
Author Bio
Anna Hague
spends part of her days in the writing cave creating her own spin on love
stories. The other part of her days, she is a free-lance sports reporter
crafting stories about a variety of athletic events including high school,
college, and professional level sports.
She’s had
the fiction bug her whole life, but in 2015 decided, “It’s now or never.” In
November of 2016, her contemporary novel Captured Hearts debuted.
Anna reads
all sorts of love stories, and she writes the same way. She recently published
an erotic romance series with Wild Rose Press and has published the Heart
Series and opened up the Storm Canyon Series with the first book Thunderstruck.
Her motto:
Creating different paths to love because different is the only way I know.
She is a
member of the RWA and the Indiana RWA. Anna lives in Central Indiana with her
husband, three parrots, and two dogs.

 

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“Shadowed Lover” Series: Blood Bound #1, by Author Lauren Dawes, Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy is Available NOW! #ReleaseBlitz #NewRelease

 

Title: Shadowed Lover

Series: Blood Bound #1

Author: Lauren Dawes
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: May 11, 2020

 

Blurb
Loyalties will be tested. 
Brooding leader of
the Black Claw Shadows, Drake is still haunted by the loss of his twin sister
over a decade ago. Tasked with investigating a string of female kidnappings in
the jaguar shifter world, he’s also asked to protect the Leo’s only daughter,
who turns out to be a lot more than he bargained for. 
Betrayals will be revealed.
Headstrong daughter
of the pride’s Leo, Neve wants more from life than to be mated and produce the
next generation of shifters. When her cousin mysteriously disappears, Neve
knows she’s become the latest victim of the rash of abductions. Willing to do
anything to save her, she demands that her Shadow-turned-babysitter allows her
to tag along on his investigation.
Delving deeper into
the mystery together, will they be able to ignore the building attraction between
them, or will their mate bond prove to be too strong?
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She flung
open the front door and walked out onto the porch, planting her hands on the
railing and leaning into them. Sucking in a few mouthfuls of cool night air,
she looked up to find Drake standing at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes
reflecting the light coming from the house.
What are you doing out here?” she demanded, embarrassed she’d been
caught less than composed for a second time in an hour.
I could ask you the same thing.”
She
narrowed her eyes at him.
You’re infuriating.”
His mouth
flexed into a sinful smile.
I’ve never been called that before. Stubborn.
Unyielding. Hard.” Jesus.
All of those things.” He climbed the
steps, and she turned to face him.
But never infuriating. I think most people
would be too afraid to tell me that to my face.”
She darted
her gaze to his mouth and let out a shuddering breath.
Why are you out of the house by yourself?”
I’m not by myself. You’re here,” she replied sweetly.
You know what I mean.”
She
bristled, but kept her anger locked down.
I can look after myself.”
Your father has given me a direct order to guard your,” his eyes drifted
down hungrily, “body, and I’m a real stickler for rules and order.”
She glared
at him.
I just bet you are, but you should know I’ll make your life a
nightmare.”
His mouth
curled into a mocking smile.
You already do, sweetheart.”
Shaking her
head, she said,
I don’t need you here when I’m at home. I don’t
even know why you’re still here, lurking outside the front of my house like a
goddamn stalker.”
Your father wants me with you twenty-four-seven, so you’d better get
used to seeing my face.”
She didn’t
miss the fact he didn’t answer her other question.
I still want my privacy.”
Bathroom and shower breaks. All other times, you’re going to think I’m
glued to your ass.”
Wow. That
was an interesting visual, but it wasn’t wholly unappealing.
Author Bio
Lauren
Dawes is an urban fantasy/paranormal romance writer and the author of the Half
Blood Trilogy and the Dark Series. She likes her vampires dangerous, her
werewolves vicious and her Norse gods ruthless.
When she’s
not writing, she’s reading, hanging with her young daughter or designing book
covers. She currently lives in Canberra, Australia.
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The Firestorm Dragon Chronicles Book 3
 
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🔥 Blurb
Skylar Donovan was raised to trust no one but herself and her parents. Moreover, her father gave her all the tools she’d need to survive, both in practical terms and as a martial arts instructor in his respected studio. What he didn’t teach her was how to go on when his murder broke her mother’s mind, leaving Sky alone for the first time in her life.

Gabriel LaRouche, youngest of the Firestorm dragons, followed a tip to Alabama in hopes of finding refugees from his people’s hidden home living among the humans. Instead, he met his match in a pale-haired warrior woman with broken eyes and a stay-away stare he couldn’t resist. His lifemate had no idea who he was or that they were Fated to be together.

Despite her better judgment, Skylar is drawn to Gabe’s dark intensity and almost grating arrogance tempered with surprising sweetness. Something about him calls to her passionate nature, matching her flame for flame.

Gabe is bound to Skylar, body, soul and dragon. Now he needs to convince her to trust he’s strong enough to stand by her side as deadly enemies gather to tear them apart.

*Contains adult situations that may burn pages, along with wicked banter and some badass sparring.
 
 
🐉 Catch up on the other books in The Firestorm Dragon Chronicles!
Stroke of Fire (The Firestorm Dragon Chronicles Book 1: https://amzn.to/2XzE58c
Dance of the Dragon (The Firestorm Dragon Chronicles Book 2) : https://amzn.to/2xviRhh
 

 

“Infinite Us” by Author Eden Butler, Genre: Paranormal Romance, is Available NOW! #ReleaseBlitz #NewRelease

 

Title: Infinite Us
Author: Eden Butler
Publisher: City Owl Press
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 28, 2020
Blurb
Love is timeless…Nash Nation loves zeroes and ones, over-sized monitors and late office hours.
He’s too busy taking over the world to make time for relationships—that is,
until his new neighbor Willow O’Bryant barges into his life, and now Nash can’t
shake the feeling that this isn’t the first time she’s interrupted his world.

Then, the dreams start. And in the dreams—memories.

Memories of a girl named Sookie who couldn’t count on love or friendship, never
mind forever. Memories of a library and a boy called Isaac and secrets made in
private that destroyed his world.

The memories seem real, but who do they belong to?

When Nash and Willow discover the truth, life as they know it unravels.

The bridge between this life and the next is shored up by blood and bone and
memory. Sometimes, that bridge leads to the place we’ve always wanted to be.

Author note: This is a re-release of Eden’s 2017
paranormal romance with major updates and new edits published by City Owl
Press. Even if you have read the previous version of this story, it is advised
that you check out this new incarnation.

 

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Excerpt

 

©EDEN BUTLER 2020
 
She was winter. The cold, cool stretch of emptiness that you think will
consume you. The frigid bite you think won’t ever leave your bones, the one you
try to pretend isn’t there, but can’t keep out of your head. 
She was fall and the scent of a fire, the crackle of heat, the coming of
change you try to pretend won’t come, but does anyway, that you wait for the
whole year, that you wish away when it finally comes.
She was summer and the scorching warmth of sun and sin, the slick feel of
lotion and the spray of ocean water, the salt of that taste on your tongue and
the cool, crisp relief that comes over you when you dip inside the bottomless
water.
She was spring, the fresh sweet smell of jasmine and the honeysuckle
temptation of light and love and beautiful rebirth that cannot be ignored.
Willow was the phantom spark of all those things I loved and hated. The things
that tested me. The things that healed, all wrapped up in that tempting
silhouette, in the sweet surrender of her body pressed against mine and the
whisper of a tease in every syllable that formed my name from her full, thick
lips.
“Nash.” It was a song sweeter than Coltrane. Hurt worse, too, my name,
the hidden tone of promises and pleasure I’d stopped telling myself I didn’t
want.
Four seasons laid out before me. Willow’s wild hair fanned against my
pillow and her waiting body—pale skin and a trail of freckles that crossed her
chest and dipped with the curves along her stomach.
“Nash,” she said again, reaching for me when I came to my knees, looking
down at her, wanting her with an ache nothing had ever worked up in me.
There were two small lines along her hips, lightning on her skin and the
round bends of her breasts, the sweet arches along her thighs when I touched
her there. That look, though, went deeper, settled closer than the scent of her
skin or rise in my body when I watched her shimmy out of her clothes and crawl
on my bed, waiting, ready for me to react.
Now I was and I had to breathe deep, separate the want someone else held
in my dream and the urge to take what was mine and mine alone; what I wanted
for myself because of the sensation only Willow moved in me.
“Take off your shirt,” she said and I did, working one shoulder at a time
out of that cotton, discarding it because it kept me from her. She touched me,
nails against the lines and letters over my body, her mouth, her tongue warm
and soft on my neck, over my chest, traveling like a wanderer, searching,
seeking.
We came together like colors, moving into a gradient of light, of motion
that reminded me of the sea, waves and water, sand and shore. We were sweeter
than those Coltrane chords, went deeper than each note.
“Will… I could never get my fill of you…” I told her, moving closer, lips
and tongue on her flesh, in the dips of her body. The invitation open, ready as
she pulled me close. I took another bite, moving her apart with my knee,
holding her tight until there were small marks from my fingers against her pale
skin and she shuddered, gripping, clawing at me like she couldn’t get close
enough. “I’m… I’m so sorry about that day at my building…”
“I don’t… Nash… it doesn’t matter.” She pulled me closer, like she didn’t
want the words between us keeping our lips apart. “Nash… please…” And that
melody spurred me on, had me forgetting control and patience and all the
swagger I thought made me smooth. I was nothing but feeling, touch, and taste,
and desperate, desperate want with her under me, with me slipping inside, deep,
sweet.
Free.
Author Bio
Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and
romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an
honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking
and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque
ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too
much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next
New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast
Louisiana.

Please send help.

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