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Paranormal Romance

Date Published: November 28, 2022

 

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Jocelyn has chased his nemesis for centuries. He swore that nothing or no
one would stand between him and revenge on the creature that destroyed his
life. That same rival leads Jocelyn to the one person who can reconnect him
to the human race.

Art student Charlie has no idea that her family history binds her to a
creature of legend–until he appears in the form of a tall, beautiful man
with a thirst for revenge. The last thing she wants is to follow his orders,
but if she intends to stay alive, she has no choice.

Note: The Darkness Therein was previously published. This re-edited version
contains additional scenes.

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She blocked his overhead strike and lashed out so hard and fast with the
end of her staff that she finally found her mark directly over his heart.
The impact forced him to his knees. Clutching a hand to his chest, he leaned
forward. His hair fell over his face, blocking his view of her overhead
strike. It fell across the back of his head and knocked him downward so that
he scarcely had time to break the fall with his hands. Instinctively his leg
lashed out and swept her feet out from under her, sending her crashing to
the grass.

Charlie hit the ground with a grunt and remained there for a few seconds,
catching her breath. Jocelyn recovered first and sprang to his feet,
offering her his hand. She took it, her gaze fixed on his.

“Excellent,” he said. “You stunned even me.”

“You weren’t expecting it.” She hated the quiver in her
voice. Her hands trembled with the surge of emotions he’d aroused. Now
that she’d calmed a bit, she realized why he’d been so awful.
He’d deliberately taunted her into fighting him without holding
back.

“No, and I haven’t underestimated anyone in a very long
time,” he admitted. “None of us are ever too old to
learn.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.” She tried pulling her hand
from his.

“Don’t worry about it. You needed to know you can fight us.
Edrik is powerful, but you’re not necessarily at his mercy, not as
long as you’re my apprentice.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better teacher.” She said with
heartfelt honesty.

“Nor I a better student.” He dropped her hand, collected their
weapons, and placed them against the wall. “I think that’s
enough for tonight. You may go inside if you want. I’m staying here
for a while longer to practice.”

“Do you mind if I watch?” Not only did she find his athleticism
aesthetically pleasing, but she learned from observing his technique.
Settling herself on the wall, she stretched her arms and shoulders before
she became so involved in him that she stared, motionless.

In the center of the yard, he practiced kata, a pre-planned series of
movements resembling a powerful, graceful dance, though it was actually a
mock fight against an imaginary opponent. She’d never seen anyone
perform with his liquid grace and subtle power born from natural talent as
well as centuries of practice. Watching the play of muscles beneath the
black tank top that clung to his perspiring body, she imagined how it would
feel like to be enveloped in his sinewy arms.

As if sensing her thoughts, he turned to her, his dark eyes reflecting the
torch flames, his lips parted slightly.

Lightning flashed in the distance. He gazed skyward just before fat
raindrops fell through the trees. He approached, but to her surprise,
instead of reaching for the staffs, he stepped between her legs, took her
face in his hands and covered her mouth in a possessive kiss.
Charlie’s heart raced. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes and wrapped
her arms around his neck and her legs around his lean waist.

About the Author

Kate Hill

Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who loves writing romantic
fantasies. When she’s not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working
out, watching horror movies, and researching vampires and Viking history.
She runs the Compelling Beasts Blog that is dedicated to antagonists,
antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. Kate also writes as Saloni
Quinby.

 

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Maid for the Mermen Teaser Tuesday

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Fantasy Romance, Paranormal Romance, Shapeshifters, Reverse Harem

Date Published: 11/25/2022

 

 Couch surfing and temp jobs were a way of life for Daisy Daniels
after she aged out of the foster care system. She’s always taken life
one day at a time and gone with the flow. What she never expected is that
flow would lead her down a raging current of uncertainty about her life and
the world she knows.

River, Ocean, and Bayou Waterson need someone to keep their island home
neat and tidy, but they have a problem. They can’t trust any old
cleaning service. They need to find someone who will be willing to overlook
their differences. What they never expected was to find a live-in maid they
would all love.

When Daisy discovers the celebrity treasure hunters are really mermen, will
she be able to keep her head above water? An ancient prophecy brings danger
to their doorstep. Forces she never imagined are conspiring to destroy
everything that matters to her. The only thing that can save her is a bond
she can’t break. Saving the world definitely wasn’t in the job
description.

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Daisy had slept — more like tossed and turned — at Sally’s the
previous night. It felt weird leaving her vehicle behind at the harbor, the
rusty hunk of junk being her most valuable possession. She’d been told
to bring a bag in case this worked out and she could spend the night
settling in. Everything she owned fit into a large suitcase and overnight
bag, so she decided to bring it all. After grabbing her pillow, she looked
at the small pile on the ground. So little to show for twenty-one years of
life. It caused a wave of melancholy to wash over her while locking the
car.

She’d looked for the boat called Siren. It didn’t take long.
The huge thing was no boat. This was a yacht. “Wow,” she
muttered to herself.

“Do you like her?” a male said from behind her.

Daisy jumped, but she didn’t look to see who’d asked.
“It’s pretty. I’ve never been on a boat
before.”

“Are you Daisy Daniels?”

When she heard her name, she turned. Her mouth went dry. She’d seen
an episode of his TV show with Sally here and there, but she’d always
been more interested in playing with her phone than the program. She vaguely
recognized this guy as one of the hotties Sally drooled over. He
wasn’t just TV pretty. This guy was hot. A total hunk. His long black
hair, casually tied back in a ponytail, made her a bit envious. He had a
black goatee and eyes so brown they could have been black. His skin, tanned,
and his upper body, powerful. His arms looked like they belonged to a body
builder. She opened her mouth, at a loss for words.

He grinned, as if amused. “You do realize this job is on an island.
The only way off and on is by boat. Are you sure you’re up for
it?”

Mort’s had already replaced her with another temp. She needed this
job. Nodding, Daisy dropped her overnight bag and stuck out her hand.
“I’m up for it.”

“River Waterson.” He shook her hand firmly.

Daisy picked up her bag. She couldn’t help wondering if it was
actually his name or a stage name for his reality show.

“Let me take something for you,” River offered. He gave her a
tight smile.

“You don’t have to do that, Mr. Waterson. It’s not
heavy.” Years of having things stolen made Daisy nervous to hand off
her belongings.

“Don’t worry, I won’t run off with it.” He held out
his hand. “And please, it’s River. Three Mr. Watersons could get
a bit confusing.”

Daisy nodded. Wanting to seem cooperative and make a good impression, she
reluctantly let him take the handle of her suitcase. He rolled it behind him
as they approached the boat.

They walked to the dock and then up a wobbly metal ramp. Daisy took hold of
the railing, feeling a little woozy.

“Careful. You’ll need to get those sea legs if we all agree
you’re a good fit,” River said.

Worry nibbled at the back of her mind. His words reminded her this
wasn’t a sure thing, but an interview. Whatever happened, she’d
just have to figure things out. Silently, she cursed Sally’s idea. It
wasn’t as if Daisy qualified as maid material. These guys would
probably see that. At least Sally would be obligated to let Daisy crash at
her place.

“Do you have time left on a lease somewhere?” River
asked.

Daisy mentally cursed. She still wasn’t totally sure how to frame her
lack of permanent address, so she didn’t sound flighty. And was this
guy some kind of mind reader or just super perceptive?

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Salted Caramel Bliss with a Wedding Kiss Virtual Book Tour

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Paranormal Romance

Date Published:  August 24, 2022

Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press

 

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Roman Briggs built a life for himself in Siren’s Cove. He restored
the Sugar Cones Ice Cream Parlor and turned it into a popular stop along the
boardwalk. He has everything he needs until a certain blue-eyed woman
wanders back into his life.

Seer and witch Peyton Woods isn’t sure why her latest visions feature
a man and boy she’s never met. Determined to find out, she casts a
spell that leads her to a small beach town in Maine and, to her utter
surprise, the man who broke her heart eight years earlier.

Peyton’s left with one question. Why didn’t her magic show her him?

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The man who had broken my heart on my twenty- third birthday walked out of the backroom. Eight years was a long time. My heart had since healed. Or so I had thought. Seeing him again ripped open old wounds. And darn it if he didn’t look as attractive now as he did then. It would have been easier to run into him again if he were fat, bald, and ugly. But he was just as handsome as before—all tall and sinewy. He still wore his black hair shaved close to his head, and I recognized his Hawaiian shirt as one I’d bought. 

After the long road trip, I had to be a sight and not a knock ’em dead one. I almost twitched my nose, ready to cast a spell to smooth my hair and add a little color to my cheeks, but stopped. With my luck, magic would decide the enchantment was for personal gain and turn me into a hag. I ran a hand over my head instead. 

“A customer thinks your ice cream is delicious. What else?” Karly said. 

“Thank you.” Roman threw a friendly grin my way. His mouth fell open. “Peyton?” 

Since vanishing in a puff of green smoke wasn’t an option—partially because it would expose magic and partly because I wasn’t even sure that was possible—I returned his smile. I wouldn’t let him see me rattled. 

“Do you two know each other?” Karly asked. 

“Ah…yeah.” Roman’s jaw muscle twitched the way it always did when he was flustered. I bet he wished he could vanish in a puff of smoke too. 

 

  About the Author

Cherie Colyer

Professional network technician by day, novelist by night, Cherie lives a
quiet life in the Chicago suburbs with her charming husband. She has four
amazing sons who she loves dearly. Cherie magically weaves together stories
with a paranormal twist. She’s the author of the Embrace series,
Challenging Destiny, Damned When I Didn’t, and Friends to the End. She
waltzed into the adult novel world with Merry Little Wishing Spritz.
She’s delighted to be back with Salted Caramel Bliss with a Wedding
Kiss.

 

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Paranormal Romance, Sci-Fi, Shapeshifters

Date Published: 09/16/2022

 Phoebe Walden finally has it all. She’s met the love of her
life, and she has a family she can tolerate, who accept her and love her no
matter what. But there’s a darkness shadowing her, waiting to destroy
her chance at happiness. Not on Phoebe’s watch. However it’s not
just her happiness at stake, but all of theirs if she makes even one
mistake.

Scott Quinn has done the best he could, floating under the radar. Hard
choices have made it difficult for him even to face himself in the mirror.
But things finally looking up. He’s found the perfect woman, who seems
to be into him as much as he’s into her. Yet Scott has secrets. He
knows who he is and what he’s done will cause friction. And always in
the shadows lurks the harsh reality that his freedom has been an illusion
all along.

 

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Something wasn’t adding up here. Scott Quinn frowned at the data
scrolling across his computer screen while comparing it to the file sizes
collated at the bottom. None of this made sense. Not the file sizes nor the
access times or the user accounts identified with random files. To be
honest, it looked like accidental typos or errors, yet there were too many
of them to write off.

Movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention. He couldn’t
help but smile at the window separating his office from the IS pool. She had
arrived. Scott watched with interest as Phoebe Walden entered the outer
office and took her place at her assigned computer. Only a few months had
passed, but Scott was used to how she captivated all aspects of him.

Those instincts, the ones that had kept him alive, had been explicit in
their need the first time he had laid eyes on her. They wanted her in their
den, where they could keep her forever.

Scott knew it was crazy. But he was used to it after all these years,
coming to terms with behaviors by no means human. The trick was learning to
coexist with them, to incorporate them into his human life. To trust they
would never lead him down the wrong path.

That meant he was planning to ask the delectable Phoebe out on a date. Now
granted, there were issues to overcome. One, he was her direct supervisor,
so there was an element of inequality within their power dynamics. Two,
there was a company policy about fraternizing among coworkers that he was
planning to disregard completely. And three, there were the secrets he
carried with the potential to drive a wedge into any trust they might share
in a relationship.

Scott watched through the glass. His smile widened into a grin. Phoebe had
a little ritual she followed every day shortly after she arrived. It was the
highlight of his morning to watch her perform it. After a thorough cleaning
of everything on her desk, she would carefully unpack her messenger bag. He
was amused while extremely curious about the little knickknacks she placed
on her desk in full view of everyone, but mainly her.

There was a small folding picture frame and a small silver orb he thought
might be a ball bearing, of all things. And last, a small wrench she propped
atop the picture frame. Such a weird combination of items, yet Scott knew
every one of them was significant in representing aspects of Phoebe’s
life. He couldn’t wait to delve deep. To know her. To understand all
the quirks that made her up.

Ping.

Scott frowned at the Instant Messenger alert. He clicked it open with a
sigh. It was from his boss.

M. Foltz: Did you complete the audit?

Of course, he wanted to know if the audit was complete. Scott rolled his
eyes, annoyed Miles wanted an update already when the e-mail dictating the
assignment had only come out this morning. But God save him from people who
were tech illiterate. Or, in Miles’s case, tech dumb.

S. Quinn: The audit is going to take the better part of a week to complete.
If you allow me to bring in help from the IS pool, it can be completed in
three days.

Ping.

M. Foltz: No, the data is sensitive. It requires the highest of clearances.
Complete it as soon as possible. Send regular updates.

He scowled. Not only was this going to be another case where Miles took
credit for all his hard work, but to complete it quickly would require more
than a few nights of burning the midnight oil. His plans for the delectable
Phoebe were being put on hold.

S. Quinn: I’ll do my best. There will be an initial report by the end
of the day.

Fuck. Miles was really starting to get on his nerves. A low growl worked
its way up through his throat while his nails scratched a set of grooves
into the wood of his desk. Maybe it was time to be more proactive at home.
To thin the herd.

“Ahem.”

Scott’s head jerked up to see Phoebe standing in his doorway with her
eyebrows slightly furrowed. How much had she seen? Shit, how much had she
heard? Because that growl was in no way human-sounding.

“I did knock.” Her voice was professional, but her face still
indicated she had witnessed his less than human annoyance.

“Do you need something?” Scott cringed internally. His voice
sounded sharp. Too sharp. Damn Miles.

She smiled with those fire-engine-red lips. They had him shifting
uncomfortably in his chair. “Something’s wrong with my headset.
It’s nothing but static. Do you have another one I can
use?”

He wasn’t surprised. They worked for a multibillion-dollar
conglomerate that provided substandard products for its departments. Scott
got up from his desk to get one out of the supply cabinet. He always made
sure to order the crap items in bulk for this very reason.

“Of course.” He grabbed a box with the right headset in it.
“Here you go. Are you settling in okay?”

Phoebe gave him a genuine smile. “Yes, things have been great. I was
worried I wouldn’t be cut out for this, but so far, so
good.”

Scott blinked and had to yank his more animalistic instincts back. The
attraction was strengthening so much, so it briefly stunned him.
“I’m glad. Don’t hesitate to ask if you do need
something.”

That earned him another smile before she returned to her desk to get to
work. Shaking his head to clear the lust-filled fog she had caused, Scott
returned to his desk. As he got back to work, a portion of his brain was
dwelling on Phoebe and the best way to go about working his way into her
life or her into his.

 

About the Author

M. A. Freeman lives near Wilmington, NC and never makes it to the beach.
Any free time is consumed with books, either reading or writing. An avid
traveller and self proclaimed geek, trips abroad and to cons such as
DragonCon in Atlanta are always on the agenda. Currently working full time
in healthcare and attending school to obtain a Master of Library and
Information Science degree to compliment the Bachelor’s of Arts in English
and Creative Writing.

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The Caveof Ruin Arsa Virtual Book Tour

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The Cross of Ciaran, Book 3

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 05-25-2022

 

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Ciarán Donnelly is ready to leave his past behind and concentrate on
his new life, but his past may not be finished with him. His dreams have
returned with a vengeance, and this time they’re telling him
Ruadhán, the long-dead priest who entombed him fifteen hundred years
before, is threatening to kidnap his unborn twins. Of course, his dream
interpretation leaves a lot to be desired, especially when it comes to those
he loves.

As if the dreams are not bad enough, his anxiety over them is causing
stress on his new marriage, which is the last thing Caitlin needs in her
current condition. The twins are on the way, and everyone advises him the
dreams stem from his own insecurities over becoming a father. After all,
Ruadhán was the chief priest, a member of the high council, loyal to
his goddess unto death. What are the chances he suffered the same fate as
Ciarán and survived fifteen centuries?

The theory sounds reasonable, and he’s happy to accept it, until
Aodhán comes across an empty tomb in the Hills of ár Sinsear
that looks as though it may have been occupied at some point. Could
Ruadhán have survived after all? And if so, where is he now? To
complicate the issue, Aodhán stumbles across another piece of
information that could alter the possible meaning of his brother’s
dreams. But will Ciarán manage to put the pieces together before
it’s too late, or will he lose his family to an ancient
adversary?

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Through the fog in his brain, he saw Ruadhán bend down to retrieve the book. If he opened it . . . Before he could finish the thought, Ruadhán rose, his eyes flashing with rage. 

“You treacherous creature! Where are the pages that belong in the book?” 

Ciarán chuckled. “You’ll never find them.” The high priest turned and grabbed Aodhán by the arm. “We’ll see about that. This one never was as strong as you.” 

“He’s stronger than you ever imagined, but it won’t matter. Only I know where they are. And my mind is so clouded now you won’t be able to make any sense of what you find there.”   

Ruadhán balled his hands together, a flush of crimson rising in his cheeks, his eyes glowing with fury. A bolt of lightning lit the sky, followed by a peal of thunder. As the ground shook, Ciarán slipped down along the boulder, his legs no longer able to hold him aloft, but a claw-like grip raised him up and dragged him into the cave.

 He felt the blade against his neck before the sight of it registered in his head. They hadn’t counted on Ruadhán resorting to physical force. 

“Tell me where the pages are, or I will end your life here and now.” 

“You can’t physically harm a chosen child of the goddess. See, I remember some things Domnall taught me. Or was it you that told me that?” His mind was getting duller by the moment, and yet he felt the need to taunt the pompous priest. 

“Ah, but you are no longer a chosen child.” 

Crap. He hadn’t thought of that. They were moving deeper into the cave, beyond the altar, toward the ledge Aodhán had almost fallen off. Did he mean to throw his body over after he slit his throat? Either action would be enough to end his life by itself. No need to be so dramatic. He shook his head, trying to clear away the cobwebs. What was wrong with him? He was about to die, and he was making stupid quips. 

“Since your memory is so sharp, you must also remember this cave holds the entrance to Tír na nÓg. What faster way to send you to your goddess mother and rid the earth of your treachery?” 

Ciarán closed his eyes, expecting to feel the sharp blade of the knife cut into his throat, but instead a blow knocked him to the side. He was falling, but Ruadhán had released him. With every last ounce of strength, he reached up to grab the edge of the ledge, his fingers barely holding on. A blur of white and silver plummeted past him, followed by the clatter of metal against stone. His fingers were growing weaker, slipping from the ledge as the numbness spread out through his limbs, his muscles growing weaker by the second. 

He looked down into the darkness, certain he was about to die. His brain so muddled he could barely think, he whispered a quick prayer. “Dear God, forgive me my transgressions and deliver me to heaven.”

 

About the Author

Andrea Matthews

Andrea Matthews is the pseudonym for Inez Foster, a historian and librarian
who loves to read and write and search around for her roots, genealogical
speaking. She has a BA in History and an MLS in Library Science, and enjoys
the research almost as much as she does writing the story. In fact, many of
her ideas come to her while doing casual research or digging into her family
history. She is the author of the Thunder on the Moor series set on the 16th
century Anglo-Scottish Border, and the Cross of Ciaran series, where a
fifteen hundred year old Celt finds himself in the twentieth century. Andrea
is a member of the RWA, LIRW, and HNS.

 

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