Sunday, 31 December 2017

Blog Tour: The Magpie by Oliver Rock


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The Magpie by Oliver Rock
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One body per month. Stripped of all its possessions. Zero clues…
Detective Van Loo, one of Amsterdam’s best, is racing against time to track down and capture a serial killer creating unrest in Amsterdam leaving a trail of bodies. Nine bodies and counting – all men, stripped of all their possessions with no clear pattern or commonalities among them. The killer, nicknamed The Magpie, a confident, ruthless and sadistic psychopath is always a step ahead of the authorities. The pile of bodies left behind by the Magpie leaves everyone gasping for clues to connect all the bizarre murders devoid of any real pattern or connection.
Who is the Magpie? What connection do all the victims have? Will the Magpie ever be caught?
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September 25 7:15 a.m. It was a typical September morning in Amsterdam as the first light broke through a blanket of dull grey sky. The onslaught of heavy rain pelted down on the old cobbled stones of the ‘nine streets’ in the center of town, washing away old cigarette butts and fast food wrappers that were scattered on the narrow roads, remnants of last night’s festivities. A lone cyclist zigzagged between the litter on Wolvenstraat, almost driving into the five lost English guys who were huddled together in the middle of the street - drunk, disorientated, and white-faced. The cyclist, a young Dutch student, was heading home from a night at her boyfriends’ and was in a rush to get back and change for Sunday field hockey. She rang the bell on her bike but to no avail, as the hungover English guys were too busy arguing amongst themselves about the way back to their hotel, and clearly, they had no clue. You knew they were English as they all dressed the same - shirts or polo shirts hanging outside their perfectly ironed jeans, tattoos, short cropped hair, loud, and annoyingly drunk. The cyclist swerved around them and rang her bell again. Making sure that she was a good ten meters past them, she shouted out, “eikels”, as she sped off down the street. The stag party was oblivious to her frustration as they had other pressing issues on their mind - a warm hotel room. Now, they were lost in this maze of narrow crossroads that split the four main canals in the heart of Amsterdam and were getting wetter and colder by the second. The ringing of the cyclist’s bell and the raised voices woke Roos up. She had had a terrible night’s sleep. First, the heavy rain hitting the window ledge and beating down on the skylight above her bedroom had woken her at two in the morning. Then, there was the pigeon on her windowsill that was trying to shelter itself from the downpour and didn’t stop cooing. Now, at 7:15 a.m., there were the cyclist and the muffled drunks shouting outside. Lying in bed, she brushed her dark brown hair off her face and lifted her head up so that she could look at the digital clock that sat on the small bedside table. She checked the time and reached across to turn off the alarm. It was set to go off at eight but there was no way that she was going to fall back to sleep now. Roos was still tired but she had too much going on in her head. Her hair fell perfectly into an immaculate bob cut, thanks to her monthly visit to the hairdresser, on the Spui. This was the sole treat she gave herself other than her weekly manicure, which she really still couldn’t justify as a nurse in her third year out of training college. Even without a good night’s sleep, Roos still looked pretty, with fresh pale skin, no blemishes, wrinkles or spots. At twenty-five, she took care of her features, using both day and night creams, facial scrubs, and numerous glosses. If only she could lose the last annoying three and a half kilos, she would be very happy. Working long shifts as a nurse, she only had time to exercise a couple of times during the week and on weekends, so she relied on cycling to and from the hospital to burn the extra calories. The extra weight on her thighs and waist troubled her and was at the top of her list of issues to deal with. Roos looked around the room as she lay in bed. It was a small cozy bedroom with clean white walls, recently painted by her younger brother, who had been trying to earn a few extra euros during his school break. The walls were quite bare, apart from the giant-sized poster of a beautiful lonely lady, looking out of a house as if waiting for somebody. Roos often felt like this woman. Light began to creep in through the gap between the blinds and the skylight. Soon, the bedroom would be lit by the natural rays from the sun and Jade would wake up as well. At the end of the bed was a large dark brown chest of drawers. It dated back to pre-First World War. It had been well-cared for over the years and this hadn’t changed since it had been passed down to Roos from her parents. When her brother had painted the bedroom, she had given him clear instructions on how to varnish the chest of drawers without damaging the old oak wood, ensuring that it didn’t lose any of its character. It was no surprise as Roos was a bit of a control freak and over the top about cleaning. The chest was passed on from her father and grandfather. She liked to think of this beautiful piece of Dutch furniture as her third favorite belonging in the apartment. On top of the chest sat her second favorite possession - the silver picture frame. The frame had been a gift for her twenty-first birthday from her parents, Bram and Theresa Van Vels. They lived in Amstelveen in the same middle-class house where Roos had grown up. Originally christened RoosMarijn, which she hated, her parents were the only ones who still called her by her full name. The frame was A4 in size and was immaculately polished especially over the silver crest. There was no smudging on the glass or marks on the blue velvet on the back. In fact, it looked nicer now than when it was first removed from its wrapping several years ago. The picture frame was positioned on top, close to the edge of the chest, so that it received maximum light when Roos opened the window curtains in the morning. Next to the picture frame was a medium-sized but perfectly manicured white orchid. Placed in a small pot, the orchid had a clean stem and three white flowers. She looked after the orchid as if it were a terminally ill patient at the hospital. She would wipe the leaves, stem, and petals every day with a wet cotton ball. Roos would water the plant religiously and followed all the instructions about caring for orchids on the internet. This was actually her fourth orchid and despite the tender loving care she had given, she had lost the first three. Roos was determined to keep this one. Apart from these items, the bedroom was quite bare, which was Roos’ intention. As she lay there looking at the frame, she thought to herself that the only thing that had changed was the picture that sat inside the frame. When she had opened the gift four years ago, there was a colorful picture of her brother and parents, dressed in their smartest outfits posing with extremely cheesy grins. The whole family wore glasses and Roos always felt good having made the decision to go to Belgium to have eye surgery. She always wanted to please her parents but there were some instances where she would stick her neck out and go her own way. Having surgery so that she wouldn’t have to wear glasses or contact lenses everagain, was one of them. Roos enjoyed nursing. Working long hours and helping sick people made her feel good. It had also pleased her parents, especially her father, a consultant and renowned heart surgeon at the Vu Hospital. She couldn’t have handled the extra years of studying required to become a doctor, and in fact, she wasn’t that ambitious. Becoming a nurse was a satisfactory compromise and it made her father happy. He also got to have coffee once a week with his daughter at the hospital when their shifts crossed and if Roos bothered to check the text messages that he would send. They would discuss work, her mother, her brother, and her father’s golf game but never anything too serious or personal, like relationships.Whenever relationships were discussed in the past it would always end in a heated argument with her father raising his voice, her mother getting frustrated and crying, and Roos storming off in a mood. She had gotten so used to these conversations now that when she sensed the topic beginning to arise, she would either sigh and walk off or make a fake smile and suggest that they change the subject. Roos had learnt to hold back her tears, even if it still made her upset inside. Her parents had also learnt not to bring up the subject anymore, especially if they wanted to continue seeing their daughter. They had adored both her previous boyfriends: Thijl and Arthur. Both were nice, clean cut boys, and the same age as Roos. She had dated one when she was eighteen and the other when she was twenty. Thijl had become a journalist and Arthur a teacher, and both had grown up to be great guys but neither was in contact with Roos anymore. Roos slid out of bed sideways without lifting the duvet in the process. She was wearing a thin, almost transparent, white cotton nightie, through which you could see a tiny string. Her pale skin was smooth, her legs recently waxed and well-creamed, and her toe-nails were perfectly cut and beautifully painted. As she crept towards the bathroom, she sidestepped on the floorboards that didn’t creak. She was desperate not to wake her flat-mates. As she slipped into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her without making a noise. Flicking on the light, Roos stared straight into the bathroom mirror, observing her face for any blemishes. Her skin was perfect and her lips rounded and full, never requiring bright lipstick, unless she wanted to draw attention to herself. She thought her lips were a big plus point and perfect for being kissed. Her eyebrows were well-shaped and didn’t need plucking this morning. Happy with her facial features, Roos lifted her arms towards the ceiling and stretched and yawned silently at the same time. She checked her armpits that she had shaved last night and they were still looking clean. As Roos stretched, her nightie also moved higher, revealing the top part of her thighs which disappointed her greatly. The cellulite was unsightly in her opinion. She would need to cycle harder to work and spend an additional ten minutes on the ‘step machine’ at the gym to try and deal with this. Roos sat down on the toilet to take a morning pee and looked at the small tattoo on the inside of her right wrist, Greek markings that spelt out love. She smiled to herself thinking about her parents, who didn’t know that she had a tattoo, and how crazy they would be if they saw it. She liked being a bit rebellious. Roos got up from the toilet, washed her hands, and took one last glance in the mirror before turning off the bathroom light and creeping back into the bedroom. Gently lifting the white cotton duvet and quietly lying back on the mattress, she couldn’t help herself from rolling over to stare at her favorite possession that lay beside her in the bed. She stared across at this amazing slender body that lay intertwined in the duvet, noting the real contrast between the dark brown skin and the pure Egyptian white cotton sheets. Roos liked to think of Jade as a possession but actually she was an obsession. Jade had everything that she didn’t. She was tall, very slim, with beautiful long legs, and a swan-like neck. Her hair was long, thick, and fair in color, with sun-bleached streaks. Her skin was constantly tanned, partly from her origins but also from the continuous long distance trips she took as a KLM air stewardess to South America and the Caribbean. Roos always worried when she was away travelling for work, as she feared that Jade would fall for someone at a party with the flight crew. Whilst she knew that Jade wasn’t interested in men, she had the ability to attract anyone and would sleep with them just to play with their mind. In fact, she had confessed to sleeping with a captain in the past that was arrogant and very sure of himself. She wanted to teach him a lesson and after a drunken night of passionate sex, she spent the next three months ignoring him, which brought him back down to earth. Jade had, of course, experienced relationships in her twenty-seven years of life with both men and women. At the age of eighteen, she came to realize that she preferred women more. She had had five proper relationships with girls, Roos being the fifth. Jade never really showed much emotion except in bed. It was frustrating for Roos as she didn’t feel close enough to her. Before Jade, Roos had never been jealous but this had all changed as soon as they started dating. She dreaded Jade going on these long-haul trips. She knew that most of the air hostesses were not gay. However, there was a small group that was, and they were also pretty and quite forward. Jade was leaving today for a five-day trip to Argentina. Roos wanted to wake her up, but at the same time, she was scared that Jade would be annoyed if she was disturbed. They had had a big night yesterday and both would be suffering from hangovers this morning, especially Jade, who had drunk far too many tequilas. A flirty barman at the Escape Club had spent the evening chatting Jade up, and she had played along, receiving complimentary shots in the process. Everything about Jade was cool, thought Roos, even her name. Moving the long blonde locks away from one side of her face, Roos could see her perfect cheekbone and pouting lips. Leaning across, she noticed the smudging of ruby red lipstick on her pillow, mixed with fresh saliva. Even this looked sexy. As Jade lay fast asleep on her side, Roos moved her hair behind her ear, so that it fell over her back. This revealed the fine pencil thin Balinese writing that was tattooed at the top of Jade’s neck and continued for about ten centimeters down her spine. She had got this tattoo done in Asia four years ago with her ex-girlfriend Brie. Roos had told her that she hated the tattoo but really, she just hated Brie and saw this cool marking as a memory of her ex. Roos quickly placed Jade’s hair back over her neck to cover up this annoying ink. Jade was much more confident of herself than Roos and refused to wear anything in bed. While this made her feel like a prude, Roos did like to feel her naked body next to hers when they slept. Roos moved her right hand towards Jade’s as she wanted to look at their identical tattoos inked on the insides of their wrists, together. This made Roos happy as she knew that they would always have this attachment whatever happened between them in the future. Roos turned Jade’s hand over, and noticed frustratingly, that the markings were hidden by the old brown leather wristband Jade wore. In contrast, Roos had her tattoo very visible, purposely not wearing a watch or jewelry, unless she was seeing her parents. . While the girls made similar salaries, Jade had a more exotic, carefree job - meeting new people, travelling all over the world, seeing more places, and partying in the sun. For the five days that Jade was going to be away, Roos would be bored and needed to find things to do in her spare time. Apart from working extra shifts at the hospital, she would add more gym classes and running to her schedule. She didn’t enjoy the fitness training but it kept her mind off Jade and she needed to stay in shape. Roos knew that she would get very jealous wondering what Jade would be doing and who would be ‘hitting on her’. The more she thought about it, the more it made her blood boil. This time, however, it would be worse, as they had just had a heated argument the night before. Jade had got drunk and flirted with not only the barman but also with a tall attractive barmaid. Roos had stayed late just to keep an eye on her prized possession. Roos kissed Jade’s neck but Jade didn’t show any sign of enjoying it. Her eyes remained closed and even her body rolled a little further away as if to say ‘leave me alone’. Roos lay still for a few seconds pondering over her next move. She decided that she didn’t want to wake Jade and was glad that she had kissed her neck and smelt the faint fragrance of perfume, surviving odors from last night’s partying. The soft oily skin against her lips and the familiar smell of the perfume turned Roos on. She got up once again and tip-toed slowly back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and then stepped into the shower. Having dried herself off, Roos went to the top drawer of the old chest in the bedroom to pick some fresh underwear for the day. She stopped for a second to stare at the black and white picture of Jade and Fleur hugging each other in the silver picture frame. The picture was taken on a holiday in France last summer and Roos absolutely adored it. With the towel wrapped around her body, Roos walked out of the bedroom and down the winding stairwell into the living room. She decided to get dressed there so that she would not disturb Jade. Hanging over the kitchen doorway was a clean nurses’ outfit, ready to slip on. Normally, Roos would be more discreet but she could see that Fleur wasn’t home yet. Her bedroom door was wide open. Roos didn’t know if Fleur had been working last night or was out partying but it must have been a good night either way, as it was now eight in the morning and there was still no sign of her. Looking through the open doorway to Fleur’s bedroom, Roos began to shake her head in disbelief at how messy her second flat-mate was. Scattered all over the floor and bed were stilettos, miniskirts, piles of underwear, and glittering blouses. At least the mess didn’t spill out of her bedroom, thought Roos. Fleur’s only excuse for being like this was that she was still a full-time student holding a part-time job. Roos still had time for breakfast but she was so angry with herself for causing the argument last night that she felt like she had to be punished. She decided to skip food and head straight to work. Roos had too many emotions going through her head right now of anger, jealousy, and anticipation. At least her work would take her mind off things for a while. What was Jade going to do when she was away? Maybe she would get involved in one of these KLM drunken orgies? Would she flirt with another barmaid again? Was she fed up with Roos’ jealous nature? Maybe, when Fleur got home later this morning, they will meet in the kitchen and Jade will tell her how jealous Roos has become. Maybe, Jade actually likes Fleur and will make a move on her. She felt dizzy and grimaced with all these silly scenarios racing through her mind. Fleur likes guys and in the six months that they had been living together, they had become good friends.
Fleur was far too sweet to do that to Roos. Roos needed to get outside. She put on her shoes and raincoat and left through the front door picking her hospital ID pass and bike keys in one motion. The fresh air would clear her head pretty quickly, she hoped and the ride to work would act as a distraction. As the rain began to fall harder, she thought she was probably going to get very wet and be late for work. That was not a good mix coupled with a head filled with jealous thoughts. * * *

Oliver Rock is the author of The Magpie, a crime thriller about a serial killer in Amsterdam and the pursuit to find and capture the ruthless slayer. English born, Oliver lived and worked in London before moving to Amsterdam for ten years. Oliver is married with three children. He is a dedicated husband and father.
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Thursday, 21 December 2017

Blog Tour: A Twisted Little Christmas by Annalise Delaney + Giveaway

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A Twisted Little Christmas by @Author Annalise Delaney

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Twisted Christmas EBOOK COVER FINAL Annalise Delaney

Facing a lonely Christmas Eve, Devin O’Hannigan accepts a stranger’s invitation to a private holiday party—hoping to score. But when the merriment takes a bizarre twist, he retreats by himself to call it a night… Until his attention is captured by a teary-eyed Santa in a very short skirt.
Holly’s quest to find herself again ends in a disastrous Christmas date, leaving her discouraged and alone in a town far from home. But when her date returns, angry and violent, she’s rescued by a gorgeous stranger—the kind of guy she once would have pursued. But that was before.
Seeking cheer but preferring anonymity, they embark on an innocent game playing the roles of old friends catching up. Without encumbrances, honest conversations uncover hidden desires. Sparks fly, directing them to an outcome they hadn’t expected and shouldn’t pursue. But will it thrust them into each other’s arms or leave them longing for what could have been?




He polished off his first bourbon and sipped on the second, deciding he should hang it up and head home once he finished it. There was really no point sitting here feeling sorry for himself. The restaurant door opened, and a girl came through, causing him a double take. It was the bouncy girl from the kink party, the one in the super-short Santa dress. Only she wasn’t so bouncy now—wiping away tears. Devin was immediately annoyed. He’d never liked watching a girl cry—least of all, a pretty one. Worse, something had upset her on Christmas Eve, and that pissed him off even more. Noticing the other guests, she struggled to pull her skirt lower, although there was little chance it would help—he’d seen the back of that dress at the party, and it showed off some amazing assets. Staying mostly hidden behind the column, he observed as she approached the bartender. “Is anyone attending the front desk?” she asked, her voice quivering. Shaking her head, the bartender explained that the night manager had taken an extended dinner break due to Christmas Eve, but he’d be back in an hour or so. “I’m pretty much in charge until he comes back,” she added. “Can I help you with something?” “My key card,” she said. “I left my purse in my…in my date’s car. And things didn’t work out so well between us.” She paused. “I just need to get into my room upstairs.” “Oh,” the girl replied from behind the counter, her voice empathetic. “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any way into the rooms. If you can wait for Adam to get back, he can handle it, I’m sure.” The pretty strawberry-blonde girl shook her head as more tears appeared. She looked around and leaned in closer, making Devin strain to hear what she said next. “I don’t have my phone, my ID, money, or anything,” she explained. “I’m only here overnight, and I don’t even have a coat to cover up in while I wait.” Nodding, the little bartender reached behind the counter and pulled out a jacket. “It’s not very long, but it might help some.” Taking the jacket, Strawberry thanked her and draped it around herself, avoiding eye contact with the older ladies who openly shared some disapproving glances. “Here,” the bartender suggested, “let me clean off that table in the back, and you can wait there. It’s kind of private.” She came out from behind the bar and headed to the table, wiping it clean and gaining Strawberry’s immediate gratitude. Devin tried to remember who’d he’d seen her with at the party. His first glance at her had been when he’d arrived. She was on her way up the steps and into the house, and he had, quite honestly, been focused on her ass and not her companion. But then he recalled a big guy taking a drink out of her hand and downing it himself shortly after they’d arrived. Not something he would have probably given a second thought to if it hadn’t been for the two drink max rule. That guy had consumed his own two drinks and hers. Something about the girl drew him to her, and he fought with himself to just let it go. He probably shouldn’t press his luck with any more women tonight, least of all one who was already in tears. But when he had the chance to finish his drink and bail, he paused, setting the tumbler down nearly untouched. Wrestling with himself over leaving or not, he saw the bartender pour another drink, smiling when he recognized what it was. A cranberry and cinnamon whisky sour. And she used the good whisky, too. He followed her as she walked it back to the pretty girl in the booth and stood talking to her. When the restaurant door opened next, a big guy walked in, carrying a purse. It would have made the perfect opening to a bad joke, and Devin normally would have laughed, but this guy had a pissed-as-fuck sneer and made a beeline straight for Strawberry. The bartender turned around when she noticed the expression on Strawberry’s face, quickly making one of her own as the guy closed the distance across the room. Devin slid off his barstool on instinct as he watched the little bartender step away from the table. Without so much as a word, dickhead grabbed Strawberry by the arm, eliciting a shriek from her and sending Devin sprinting.


Tuesday, 19 December 2017

Release Blitz: Cherry Christmas by Kay Maree, Aleisha Maree and A.L. SImpson



By Authors Kay Maree, Aleisha Maree and A.L Simpson


Three Alpha Brothers.
An ultimatum which risks their prized Christmas dinner. Three Innocent Women. How do all the pieces fit together? Some of you will love this book, some will hate it but, every reader will have an opinion. This is not a middle of the road, so/so book. This pushes relationship boundaries. It isn't touchy/feely. Three Alpha Brothers, Three Innocent Women and a hell of a lot of steam. Do you like your reads hot? Do you like something raw which isn't afraid to walk the line? Do you like it Dirty?


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Hi my name is Kay Maree and I'm a wife, mother of 3 and I love to write Instant Love with twists and turns with a bit of suspense thrown in. My debut novel is called Angel Mine and was released in early 2017. I live in Newcastle, on the New South Wales coast of Australia with my husband and three beautiful children. Between being a taxi for my children, and working full-time, I somehow find the time to write. It’s something I love with a passion and with the encouragement of my very supportive husband, I have accomplished one of my dreams – releasing my first novel. I hope you fall in love with my characters as much as I have. I love reading and getting lost in a good book when I manage to snatch five minutes to myself.
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Aleisha Maree is a writer of contemporary romance with a dark erotic sexy side with a paranormal twist. Aleisha also writes an MC Series with MMA flair. She doesn’t let genre walls hold her back. Aleisha is from a small village called Wakefield in the South Island of New Zealand. She is a mum of 6 whom she loves more than breathing and she is married to the love of her life. Aleisha invites you into her mind full of stories and on the journeys, they will take you on.
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I write Hot Contemporary Romance, M/M, Menage, BDSM and Shapeshifter under my pen name - A.L. Simpson. I have panty melting m/f romance and c*** hardening m/m romance where they always experience adversity but eventually find their way to each other. The lovin' is HOT and not for the faint hearted. I have a story where the men's coming together in Greece is actually true but we threw in some gun running, murder and drugs to make things a whole lot more interesting. (Destined to Shatter) In my menage, a m/m/f the heroine refused to stay around so she dies a gut wrenching death leaving the men to cope with a new-born babe. Life got a whole lot more interesting for them. (Diamond Rainbow.) My shapeshifter takes the form of an Eagle and is out to save the heroine from a drug cartel deep in the forest of South America. (When Eagles Soar) The Born Series covers social issues and what it's like to be raised in an unsavory area. I explore the mindset of never being good enough. The Broken Series has Broken Bastard out and Broken Bitch coming soon. These books are about people who are pushed until they break. Book 1 is a m/m. Book 2 is an MC and hopefully will be out late 2017 or early 2018. Other books on offer have a mistreated, disfigured heroine, a strange cult, a disabled friend and so much more. I hope you have the opportunity to check out my offerings.
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Friday, 15 December 2017

Blog Tour: Shifter Chronicles by Melle Amade + Giveaway

Shifter Chronicles Book 1
by Melle Amade
Genre: YA Dark Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

It’s survival of the fittest, but first you have to fit in.

Shae is sure the icy rage that claws at her is driving away her friends and pulling her closer to the wrong boy. After all, it’s Aiden she has always secretly wanted, not Callum, who has barely spoken to her in the last year.

But, as her protected life unravels, she discovers the violent supernatural world that lurks in her quiet hometown and the ancient feuds that threaten to destroy both her friends and her family. 

To save those she loves, Shae must succumb to her own fury and take on the Ravensgaard, the renegade warriors of the Order, but as the battle approaches her deepest fears are coming true, she’s becoming just like them. Shae's not sure she can afford the price she'll have to pay—her own humanity.

Sanctuary is a teen paranormal romance for fans of shifters and Gothic romance. Fans of Flightless Bird and White Raven will be enchanted by this strong female seeking truth in a world of secrets and mystery.


Shifter Chronicles Book 2

Now that she understands the rules, she wants to change them.

Shae’s body is betraying her and she's terrified. Though she's joined the ranks of her shifter friends, she knows inside she’s not like them. Her unstable cells won’t let her control the shift. 

As Topanga grows crowded with suspicious shifters, aligned with the fascist Order, it becomes clear they have been living in a tiny haven on the edge of an intolerant, militant shifter society. Even worse, Shae's formal presentation to El Oso, the Order's Berserker Supreme Leader, is only days away. Without full control of her powers or her body, she's not sure she'll survive the inspection.

As Shae discovers the dreadful truth about her family heritage, she's faced with a severe choice: break with the Order and lose her friends or submit to a life of subjugation and lies. 

No matter what she chooses, she'll be left with only Remnants of the life she had.

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Shifter Chronicles Book 3

In the shifter world, one law holds true; you will reap what you sow.

Shae underestimated El Oso, the tyrannical leader of the Order. Now, banished, flightless and living on the dangerous edge of the shifter world, she finds it impossible to pursue her one goal, finding and freeing her father. Without the support of her friends, who are torn by loyalty to their families, Shae is forced to attempt the impossible...alone.

A hidden group of shifters with unexpected powers swoops in to help Shae. They want nothing more than to discover El Oso’s magic and destroy the Order completely, even if it means sacrificing Shae’s father. Too late, Shae discovers she has sown the seeds of destruction for herself and her family. The defenses of her refuge are breached, not by El Oso, but by the enemy very enemy he has been desperate to protect them against. An enemy intent on massacring every known shifter. Shae must find a way to escape her self-inflicted fate and empower her friends to unite if they are to find a way to survive the harvest. 

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Shifter Chronicles Book 4

First comes the rain, then follows the flood.
Escaping the Order by engaging the Hunters was only the beginning. Now, with their safe haven destroyed Shae and Roman are left hiding in a remote village with no chance of ever finding her father or making a difference in the shifter world. That is, until a strange Hunter seeks Shae out and gives her hope she can find her father and possibly the tool to find El Oso. 
They risk everything to return to Topanga and reunite with their friends, who are the only ones who might just believe Shae’s adamant theory that one of the murderous Hunters is actually on their side. As they test loyalty and strength they uncover the very power that has made the Hunters mortal enemies to the shifters for over a thousand years. Their new-found power is a beacon to the Order and the Hunters, who descend like a flood to drown out the spark of light rising in the shifter world.

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Shifter Chronicles Prelude

In the dark shifter world, they prepare for a summer of fun, but find they must battle against the Hunters who are afraid of the supernatural world. Dutch born, Matilde, the estranged niece of Lord Van Arend, barters with her scheming mother to spend the summer with the only friends she’s ever had, the Ravensgaard at Castle Brannach. But if Matilde gives her mother the information she will break her friends’ trust and begin the downfall of the regime; a regime the shifters may need to protect them from the Hunters.

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Since I was eight I have been writing stories that capture the adventures in my head and the characters strong enough and flawed enough to have them. When I look at an empty field I see a formidable citadel. When I meet a vulnerable old man, I greet an emeritus warrior. When I walk through city streets I feel dimensions hiding around every turn. It has been my lifelong passion to explore these worlds that reveal the pain of loneliness, the joy or self-actualization, and the hope of magic.
I grew up in a place called Potter Valley where the Milky Way is held aloft by a circle of mountains and the central business district consists of a bait store and a saloon. At 19 I moved alone to London and spent the next ten years exploring the world, even becoming an Australian citizen, before I returned to California and found a new home in Los Angeles. My world revolves around my two wee children and my love of travel.
My days are spent in an office overlooking Los Angeles International Airport where I work as a Director of Marketing for a data center technology firm, which wouldn’t make you think I had an MFA in film with an emphasis on writing from Chapman University. However, I also have degrees in visual communications and global communications, which allowed me to work for some of the finest technology firms in the world. In my spare time I have penned six screenplays, four stage plays, an opera libretto, numerous short stories, and five manuscripts for novels. My heart lies with my manuscripts, which are focused on YA and New Adult audiences and range in subject from Vikings in Iceland to Knights Templar in Italy to Aborigine mysticism in Australia to shapeshifters in Los Angeles.
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Book Blitz: Nobody’s Baby But Mine by Gloria Silk + Giveaway

Nobody’s Baby But Mine
Gloria Silk
Publication date: March 9th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
What would you do if you were desperately trying to have a baby and discover that your loving, loyal husband has fallen in love with a gorgeous redhead at work, and may have got her – the other woman – pregnant?
Would you have it in your heart to forgive him, or would you run to your patiently waiting sexy-as-hell ex-lover?

Rachel and Jamie
Guilty pleasure rippled through Rachel as she slowly relived the moments of yesterday’s lunch date with Brandon. A disturbing, mouth-watering vision of her ex-lover with only a deep chocolate brown bath towel precariously around his hips wafted into her mind. The coarse, dark hairs on his broad chest thick and manly… It was more tantalizing than the creamy wine and mushroom sauce Rachel was stirring at her stove. The simmering chicken morsels would be served on a bed of aromatic rice and vegetables, one of Jamie’s favourite meals. Her nipples became taut against her cotton top. The languid sensations swelled within her, making her lick her parched lips.
Phew, it was hot in the kitchen.
Their delicious Thai lunch had reawakened her fantasies of their younger escapades, even though on the most part Brandon had kept his word, dropping any mention of their history together.
Stop it. Leave those thoughts in the past where they belong.
Conjuring up Jamie’s image to replace the semi-clad Brandon, she hoped her husband’s mood had improved after their four whole days apart. He’d sounded like his usual self on the phone late last night, telling her of his flight details back from Aberdeen, with no reference to their argument. His work was obviously on the forefront of his mind.
Rachel’s pulse skipped erratically at the sound of Jamie’s key in the front door, then it opened and closed.
She nearly dropped the wooden spoon as he came into the kitchen. She recognized the expression on his face, seeing something alien, dangerous in his tired eyes, the set of his tight stubble-darkened jaw.
He strode towards her with purpose like a coiled spring kept in check within him. His determined expression heated her even more than her earlier musings. The bubbling aromas of the fragrant casserole were ignored. Her thudding heart sent her blood rushing to her ears as he ate up the final step between them and reached out to her.
Silently he wrapped his arms around her. His firm, warm mouth followed where he was staring, at her parted lips. He kissed her as if he’d returned from a decade-long war and their every moment apart had been agony. Groaning, he pulled her even closer to himself, as if needing to be this close, this intimate, this fast.
“Rachel…” He said gruffly, “I’m sorry…I missed you.”
She dropped the spoon on the granite counter. His tense bear hug brimmed with promises of unbridled passion. She nuzzled against his familiar warmth, his strength.
Deepening their kiss as if the world was on the verge of collapsing, he sighed as his mouth moved to her cheek, grazing the hollow of her throat and collar bone. He tugged at the hem of her too warm top, moving his lips away from her long enough to pull the cotton fabric over her head.
The static crackled between them, entwining them.
Again, his warm lips roved to the crevice between her breasts, anticipation melting the pit of her stomach like molten caramel. He was raising her skirt, caressing her hips, buttocks, her thighs, all the time kissing her throat, shoulders and exposed parts of her swelling breasts.
Breathing shallowly, her heavy lids fluttering open, she became half conscious of the darkness outside the windows. Panic rose as she realized Jamie intended to make love right here, right now: Imagining him picking her up on to the counter like they’d done years before.
Her breath caught. “Jamie…”
Flushed, he looked at her as if through a fog, his breathing rough.
She wriggled round in his hold so she could turn off the flames under the bubbling saucepans with shaky fingers.
“The bed.” He said as she turned back to him and nodded slightly.
Jamie’s smouldering expression sent shivers akin to fear through her already ready and hot body. She gasped as with one arm around her waist and the other under her knees, he effortlessly picked her up against his rising and falling chest. She felt tiny, feminine and safe.
Arms tightly around his neck, she welcomed his grating stubble of his hard jaw against her left cheek and temple. She inhaled his familiar male scent of car leather and subtle body cologne that still clung to him. His fast heartbeat sounded like an ancient drum as they escalated to their haven.
Rachel was exhilarated to feel his erection against her side as he gently let her feet touch the bedroom floor. A sliver of light from the hall illuminated Jamie’s strong body as he loosened and yanked his tie off. Shucking off his shoes, he unbuttoned and threw off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and shed his remaining clothes off in short, smooth, sharp movements. All the while his glazed eyes concentrated on Rachel’s face and contours. Her hungry eyes enjoyed the play of his muscles and his need for her as she unzipped her skirt and let it puddle by her feet.
Naked and fully aroused, he stopped her fingers from what he obviously wanted to do. He unhooked her bra and separated the straps off her shoulders down her arms. Then Jamie softly tugged at her panties. She loved the slight scraping sensations against her thighs and legs as he freed her of her last piece of clothing. He kneeled into her abdomen and she felt his lips and tongue kiss, suck and lave at the sensitive skin around her navel.
She groaned and was afraid she would fall.
Strong fingers moulded her hips down to her thighs and up towards her waist. Then standing he urgently but gently pulled her into him. His warm chest and arm muscles were hard, stimulating her bare flesh where they connected. His fervour made her want him even more.
His hot breath stimulated the sensitive folds of her ear, as he lowered his mouth and licked and sucked ever so tantalizingly at one of her most erogenous spots on the side of her neck. Goosebumps multiplied as his mouth continued downward to capture one breast, then the other, with his slow yet persistent tongue and fingers.
Her nipples hardened to attention, her breathing becoming shallower and faster. She forked her shaky fingers through his thick hair, manoeuvring his head to catch his mouth with hers, honey-like need swelling within her womb. Wet and ready for him.
Just as her knees weakened he picked her up and lay her on the bed against cool, silk-soft sheets.
Not breaking eye contact he dipped his head again to her breasts, further lavishing his tongue and lips around each areola and the curves of her breasts. Worshipping them. Until she wanted to scream with impatience and agonizing pleasure. Again, he trailed warm kisses towards her quivering tummy, circling her navel until she thought she’d die from the erotic tension escalating within her. And then his lips descended to her pubic bone.
Her breath catching in her throat she knew she was about to combust with unbearable pleasure. Her emotions and over-sensitized, fevered skin of every part of her body was on high alert.
He parted her legs with sure, caressing fingers and lowered his tongue to her inner thighs, and then to her moist centre. She held her breath. He licked her as if she were an exotic fruit he’d hungered for all his life. He watched her staring at him before the pleasure took over everything.
She lay back, melting against the now too hot sheets.
She took in a much needed breath and then let it out. She raised her head to look at Jamie and the intense desire in his smile brought a myriad of feelings, of letting go of her remaining self-control. Jamie was king of her body and soul, and she loved it.
As delicious pleasure within her obliterated any conscious thought she surrendered wholly to the unrivalled ecstasy. Thrumming with waves of unrelenting rapture, at the mercy of her husband’s hands and mouth, her deep moans escalated into heavy low panting cries. Again and again. Until she couldn’t bear to be the only one within the orbit of such bliss.
Drawing her shaky, almost elastic body up she pulled Jamie’s head so he slowly rose above her. Leaving a trail of hot kisses on her jellied belly, her ribcage, right breast and neck, he stared down as he was finally above her. Supported on his elbows he kissed her deeply and again lowered his mouth to one nipple then the other. He groaned apparently in the same volcanic pleasure world he’d taken her to.
“Jamie, I need you inside me. Now. Please.” Her pleas came out desperate and wanton.
As he braced himself over her she couldn’t bear the split-second separation. She kneaded his straining biceps and shoulders as he manoeuvred himself between her legs. She luxuriated in the feel of his hard torso, rising and falling against her. Welcoming him, she wrapped her quivering legs around his waist and lower back and anticipated another full-fledged climax they were about to share together.
His erratic breathing rough, at last he entered her, slow but hard and steady, bringing another gasp of delight from Rachel. She smiled and then laughed with joy from such completeness in being in Jamie’s arms, inhaling his distinct scent now mingled with their lust and need. Her hungry fingers explored his sinewy shoulders and his straining back muscles, tightening her legs around his taut buttocks. She wanted him so deep inside her that she’d forget where her body stopped and his began.
She matched his every urgent thrust. His pleasure-filled eyes looked into hers as if needing to confirm she was in the same heaven he was.
Once again letting herself go, moaning out his name, she climbed the tip of the most exhilarating orgasm she’d ever had. She rose to new found depths, riding wave after joyous wave of bliss. Until she felt tears rolling down her temples and hairline. Her heart palpitated so erratically she was sure she’d die from too much love.
“Yes, Jamie, yes. I love you so much.” She whimpered.
Jamie’s laboured breathing matched hers. They were so attuned to each other’s needs. He looked down at her again this time as if he was seeing her for the first time in years. He groaned and then arched his back as if in blessed release. His sure strokes now forced her head closer towards the headboard. Their sweat-sheened torsos and limbs as well as their interlaced fingers bound them together.
Loving her soul mate’s heavy, pulsating body in and over her, to Rachel breathing right now was overrated.
“I love you….too.” He said almost inaudibly into her ear as their rollercoaster ride eventually calmed to a slow, throbbing, lulling stop.
Minutes passed and rolling beside her Jamie pulled her tighter to himself, into the magical chasm of their love. Their vibrating bodies sated. For now.
They had always had passion between them but not this heightened, frantic desire. Rachel smiled, her eyes shut as she nuzzled herself deeper into her husband’s embrace.
Life outside this room didn’t exist. Rachel realized that neither Brandon or her obsession with wanting to get pregnant had been on her mind since Jamie had entered the house.
© Nobody’s Baby But Mine by Gloria Silk
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Author Bio:
Ever since Gloria Silk was little her passion was creating and sharing her romantic stories with others. She always loved reading contemporary and historical novels that grasped her imagination. Gloria now writes intense, sensuous love stories.
In addition to writing romance and women’s fiction, she enjoys writing intercultural romances and about family bonds. What can be more important in life than love and family?
Born in Russia, Gloria Silk has visited and lived in amazing, exotic places in the world. Loving Europe (especially the English, Italian and French countryside) and the Mediterranean, her other favorite country is Hawaii. She has yet to visit India and Australia, her dream destinations in the name of research, of course!
Being a writer gives her the privilege to explore, travel, and meet wonderful, new and exciting—and sometimes eccentric—people. Her background in English literature, writing, and psychology helps her create unique characters for her stories. Especially the charismatic heroes and feisty heroines who find themselves in sticky situations with each other, their families, and their cultures. There is nothing more satisfying than knowing readers love her warm heroines and the gorgeous enigmatic heroes, like she falls in love with them.
When she is not painting in various media or watching romantic movies, or cooking up a storm for her family and friends, she hangs out with her writing friends and other creatives.
Although she was brought up in England, she now lives – and writes – in the Toronto, Canada, with her own love of her life, soul-mate husband, her gorgeous and fun daughter and her smart, blonde Cockapoo, Princess Bella.
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Thursday, 14 December 2017

Blog Tour: Mountain Wolf Protectors Series by Emilia Hartley + Giveaway

Mountain Wolf Protectors Series
by Emilia Hartley
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Get the complete BESTSELLING Paranormal Romance Series packed with Romance, Action, and lovable characters throughout!

The Mountain Wolf Protectors Box Set is complete with all the drama, romance and suspense your heart desires. By the time you reach the end you'll be begging for more! This is one series you do NOT want to miss!

Book 1 - Protected by the Mountain Wolf
Book 2 - Adored by the Mountain Wolf
Book 3 - Mated to the Mountain Wolf
Book 4 - Married to the Mountain Wolf

What are you waiting for? Jump right into the adorable story of Nova and Amara now!

Warning: This series contains lots of sexy shifter action, irresistible mates and steamy love scenes. Tons of mouth watering Paranormal Romance bonus content included!

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Protected by the Mountain Wolf
Book 1

Amara's life changed the moment she was attacked by a group of wolves. She was only 15 at the time, who could blame her for ignoring her grandfather's warnings? She quickly began to believe all those stories he told her about the wolves who protected their town, Strathford. The wolves who could turn into humans. Shifters, as she learned they were called.

Ten years had passed since then, and Nova still couldn't forgive himself for letting the Valley Clan slip into their territory unnoticed. If only he had been there in time. Since that day, he made a vow to himself to protect her, no matter what happens. Though he didn't personally know Amara, he felt a connection to her after watching over her all these years. With his curiosity growing each day, he finally decided to visit her at work. He'd talk to her for an hour, settle his curiosity and then never speak to her again. Or so he thought... 

Adored by the Mountain Wolf
Book 2

Two weeks after she started living on the Compound - the home of the Mountain Wolves - Amara was getting anxious to return to her life. She had a job, friends and family to return to. Not only that, she had to make sure her sister was safe from her psychopath boyfriend, Kal. If only she could tell Sadie the truth, that he was the wolf shifter who wreaked havoc on Strathford for all these years.

As much as he wanted to protect her, Nova knew that he couldn't keep Amara from her life forever. He and the Mountain Wolves have been vigilant in the fight against the Valley Clan, but they begin to lose their footing as the attacks increase in frequency. When Nova is reminded he has to protect his pack he has no choice but to bring Amara with him, for her safety.

Mated to the Mountain Wolf
Book 3

Weeks after the war between the Mountain and Valley clans ended, resulting in Kal's capture, things were finally starting to get back to normal for Amara. Well, as normal as they could be in preparation to marry a wolf shifter. Before Nova and Amara they could officially be considered mates, there were a series of trials that needed to be passed. And if she were honest, the thought of failing scared her more than anything. To make matters worse, her secret admirer just began to tip the scale from flattery to all out stalker.

Even after Kal was captured, and the horrors Amara had faced in her life were over, she still wasn't completely safe. And that's what angered Nova the most. He just had to work that much harder at protecting her.

Married to the Mountain Wolf
Book 4

The day finally came. Ten years ago, Nova would have never imagined that he'd be standing where he stood today. With the odds completely against him, this wasn't even a thought in his mind. The first night he saw Amara seemed like forever ago and now here he was, standing, waiting for his bride to meet him at the altar. Amara. His Bride. His Mate. With all of the shit that had happened over the past few months, he was finally glad to see his woman happy, in all her glory. He wouldn't let anything interrupt this day. Today will be perfect. For Amara's sake.

Reading wasn't always Emilia's passion, but over the years she developed an irreplaceable love for books. She writes about large, protective alpha males and their strong, sexy female mates. 

If you enjoy steamy shifters and fated mates, then you'll LOVE Emilia's books!

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Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Release Blitz: Rock Hard Bodyguard by Alexis Abbott

Release Blitz

Title: Rock Hard Bodyguard
Author: Alexis Abbott
Release Date: December 13, 2017

      Her face is on all the billboards, on every movie screen, at every awards gala. She’s bigger than life, and she acts every bit the diva. Underneath her bratty facade, something secret lays dormant. I can sense it, because I’ve got secrets too. But when I’m hired as her bodyguard, I almost refuse. I don’t want to tempt the demons in me. With her sinful good looks, and that laugh that drives me wild, I know I’m in for a hell of a ride. But I can’t let her in. I won’t. No matter how determined she is, no matter how much she teases me. Until suddenly, her hotel room is under lockdown. It’s just her, and me. For hours. On Christmas. I’m falling for her. But can her light finally chase away the darkness that guards my heart?

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