A reluctant vampire hunter, stalking New York City as only a scorned bride can. But those plans disintegrate when she walks in on a vampire draining the blood from her fiancé Greg. Horrified, she screams and runs--not away from the vampire, but toward it, brandishing a wooden letter opener. As she slams the improvised stake into the vampire’s heart, a team of black-clad men bursts into the apartment. Turning around to face them, Elle discovers that Greg’s body is gone—and her perfect life falls apart. A Top-10 Preditors and Editors Readers' Poll Best Science Fiction and Fantasy Novel Excerpt The worst thing about vampires is that they're dead. That whole wanting to suck your blood business runs a close second, but for sheer creepiness, it's the dead bit that gets me every time. They're up and walking around and talking and sucking blood, but they're dead. And then there's the whole terminology problem--how can you kill something that's already dead? It's just wrong. I was twenty-four the first time I . . . destroyed? dispatched? . . . a vampire. That's when I found out that all the books and movies are wrong. When you stick a wooden stake into their hearts, vampires don't disintegrate into dust. They don't explode. They don't spew blood everywhere. They just look surprised, groan, and collapse into a pile of corpse. But at least they lie still then, like corpses are supposed to. Since that first kill (I might as well use the word--there really isn’t a better one), I've discovered that only if you're lucky do vampires look surprised before they groan and fall down. If you're unlucky and miss the heart, they look angry. And then they fight. There are the other usual ways to kill vampires, of course, but these other ways can get a bit complicated. Vampires are notoriously difficult to trick into sunlight. They have an uncanny ability to sense when there's any sunlight within miles of them, and they're awfully good at hiding from it. Holy water doesn't kill them; it just distracts them for a while, and then they get that angry look again. And it takes a pretty big blade to cut off someone's head--even an already dead someone--and carrying a great big knife around New York City, even the Bronx, is a sure way to get arrested. Nope, pointy sticks are the best way to go, all the way around. My own pointy stick is actually more of a little knife with wood inlay on the blade--the metal makes it slide in easier. I had the knife specially made by an old Italian guy in just about the only ratty part of Westchester, north of the city. I tried to order one off the internet, but it turns out that while it’s easy to find wood-inlay handles, the blades themselves tend to be metal. Fat lot those people know. But I wasn’t thinking any of this when I pulled the knife out of the body on the ground. I was thinking something more along the lines of “Oh, bloody hell. Not again.” _____________________________________________ 99-cent Sale Links Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Legally-Undead-Vampirarchy-Margo-Collins-ebook/dp/B00KKV44BK/ Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/legally-undead-margo-bond-collins/1119607989?ean=2940149615803 Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/legally-undead Universal Kindle Link: http://bookShow.me/B00KKV44BK _____________________________________________ About the Author Margo Bond Collins is the author of urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She has published a number of novels, including Sanguinary, Taming the Country Star, Legally Undead, Waking Up Dead, and Fairy, Texas. She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them. _____________________________________________ Connect with Margo Newsletter: https://confirmsubscription.com/h/d/03A21E5E161401F0 Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/margocollins Email: [email protected] Website: http://www.MargoBondCollins.net Blog: http://www.MargoBondCollins.com Twitter: https://twitter.com/MargoBondCollin @MargoBondCollin Google+: https://plus.google.com/116484555448104519902 Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/vampirarchy Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/MargoBondCollins Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/mbondcollins/ Tsu: http://www.tsu.co/MargoBondCollins
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RAFE (Inked Brotherhood, #5) COVER REVEAL New Adult contemporary (erotic) romance by Jo Raven Cover by Jo Raven Model: Matt Sallis Photographer: Gilles Crofta RELEASE DATE: End March/Beginning April 2015 SYNOPSIS: His name is Rafaele Vestri, Rafe to his friends. He’s tall, strong, handsome. Distant. He often comes to the café where I work, but we don’t talk much. He looks at me, though. Stares at me, his gaze heated, and I can’t help but stare back. I want him, I won’t deny it. I’ve never seen anyone that beautiful, anyone that powerful, in my life. But he’s growing more withdrawn by the day. Something’s up, and he won’t tell. I know about his past – the murder of his family when he was fifteen. I can imagine how much it must have cost him. So much violence contained in that strong body, waiting to be unleashed. What is he seeking? What is he training so hard for? Why is looking at me like he’s dying to touch me, but won’t dare? Even as I try to stop thinking about him, get interested in other boys, I realize I can’t. I’m caught, body and soul, just like that. And I tell myself, Megan, girl… What have you gotten yourself into this time? This is book 5 in the Inked Brotherhood series which started with Asher. It is a stand-alone work. No cliffhanger. The expected publication date is end March/beginning April 2015, on all of your favorite e-book websites. EXCERPT: I’m staring at Rafe’s hand. Big, strong, callused. A scar runs from his thumb to the index finger. He’s looking at me, waiting. What does he want? I lift my hand, place it in his. It fits on his palm, smaller, darker, thinner. He seems as entranced by the contrast as I am. His fingers slowly curl, closing around mine. His lips part, but no sound comes from his mouth, and his gaze remains fixed on our entwined hands, pale lashes hiding the gold of his eyes. Now I’m the one caught, transfixed. His mouth looks soft, vulnerable, at odds with his strong, angular features and the broad set of his shoulders. The need to touch his face is overwhelming, and I step closer, so close I can sense his scent. Not a cologne, but the deep scent of his skin, like musk and warm metal. I can see the rise and fall of his chest underneath the black Deathmoth T-shirt he’s wearing under his open jacket, see the outline of his strong pecs. We’re standing so close our breaths mingle, and our bodies touch in places as we shift, feathery brushes that send fire across my skin, into my belly, making me ache. He places his hands on my waist and I grip his thick, sinewy forearms. My stomach drops as if I’m standing at the edge of a precipice, on the edge of a moment that can change everything. What’s happening? It’s as if in the hollow darkness, the barrier between us is crumbling, the wall he’s set between himself and the world is falling. His hands tighten on my hipbones and his lashes lift, his gaze moving to my mouth. His breathing is ragged. He tugs me against him, his fingertips digging painfully into my flesh, his arms flexing with barely controlled strength. His arousal presses into my stomach, hot and thick, caught sideways in his jeans. My mind fills up with static. Rafe wants me. There’s the solid proof of his desire. The heated gaze I’ve felt so often on me is translated into a physical reaction, and it makes me feel so hot I might burst into flames. He’s so handsome, I can’t help myself. I want to stroke his square jaw, drag my fingertips over the golden stubble on his cheeks, kiss those damnable dimples. I whimper, the sound coming from deep inside me, and he freezes, goes so still I’m not even sure he’s breathing. Then he jerks back, releases me so fast I’m left reeling. “Fuck,” he hisses. He buries his fingers in his short blond hair, pulls, his mouth now hard like the rest of him, pressed into a flat line. “This is a mistake.” A knot is gathering in my throat, in my chest, cutting off air. I want to be mad at him, but his hands are trembling, and his amber eyes so full of pain I forget my anger before it even forms. He’s like mist, here and suddenly gone, lost into thin air. I have to touch him, touch his bare skin, prove he’s real. “Wait.” I lift my hand to his face, fingertips skimming over the smooth skin of his cheekbone. Warm. Satin soft. A pang goes through my chest, an ache that feels too much like sorrow, and I’m not sure if it’s mine or his. He jerks away, his eyes wide on his pale face. He reaches up, his hand hovering over the spot I touched. Then he turns and rushes off into the crowd. My hand is still hovering in midair. I don’t know for how long I stand there, staring at my splayed fingers, trying to figure out what happened. Or maybe trying to find another explanation for his reaction, desperate for him to be different to any other handsome, arrogant guy. Maybe I imagined the pain in his gaze – or maybe that pain is real but doesn’t make a difference. Traumatic past or not, he’s sorry he touched me, sorry he desired me. Big surprise. Why would he desire me, of all girls? There are so many vying for his attention. Girls who have witty, sexy things to say, and who don’t go stiff like cardboard when he touches them. The thought of him touching other girls shouldn’t hurt quite as much as it does. And this is a bad sign. Very bad sign, Megan, I tell myself and lower my hand that touched him. I feel as if my fingertips are numb, burnt by the feel of his skin. AUTHOR BIO: Jo Raven writes New Adult erotic contemporary romance. She loves sexy bad boys and strong-willed heroines, and divides her time between writing and reading. When not cooking up plots, she putters in her cluttered kitchen and dreams of traveling to India and Japan. FOLLOW THIS AUTHOR! Facebook Twitter Goodreads Blog Title: A Thrill Seeking Relationship Author: Ray Sostre Release Date: March 4th, 2015 Published by: Bitten Press, LLC Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, MFM, FFM *Synopsis* Josh Trevelyan and Isabel Tavares are a thirty-something couple with a need to keep their relationship fun, adventurous, and naughty. When the two share a threesome with Isabelâs best friend, Lourdes Rivera, the two realized they found that special someone who would help fill the void, but would Lourdes consider being in a relationship with two people? New York born, East Coast raised, and West Coast bound. Writing erotica happened by accident in the summer of 2010. That same year, he established a story submission site â AfterDark Online, a place for erotic authors. He lives in Nevada with his long-time girlfriend, is an avid listener of electronica, and enjoys writing and publishing articles. He jokes: âIâm always looking for writing material.â *Links* Title: Closet Confession Series: Night Shift Dirty Things Happen in the Dark Anthology Author: Kindle Alexander Release Date: March 17, 2015 Dr. Derek Babineaux is intelligent, dedicated, and one of the best ER physicians in the fast-paced world of critical care at Tulane Medical in New Orleans. Always on top of his game, he’s thrown off balance when the newest staff member finally unleashes his hidden desires. Justin Delacroix’s job at the inner city’s busiest hospital might be just what he needs to ease back into civilian life after a long stint in the military. High-preforming shifts make working as a trauma nurse at TMC the perfect way to utilize his skills and quick reaction times. There’s only one problem, his attraction for one sexy ER doctor is off the charts, but he has his reasons for not returning Dr. Baby’s night shift advances. Or maybe he doesn't. Best Selling, and newly award winning Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica. It’s always a surprise to see what’s coming next! Happily married with too many children, and dogs, living in the suburbs of Dallas. Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life – I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations – regardless of the situation, but jokes can be a tricky deal. I don’t want to offend anyone and humor tends to offend. So instead, I’m going to tell you about Kindle. I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I’ll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died – weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn’t have to be alone. That time in my life was terrible. It’s everything you imagine times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have her ripped away so suddenly broke me. Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness – it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon announced their brand new ereader. She had no idea the Kindle was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it...Never happened. Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to know my writing partner. I would have never gotten through those dark days without her unwavering support and guidance. There wasn’t a time she wasn’t there for me. For the first time, I used the hand offered. I know without question I wouldn’t be here today without her. It takes a special person to stand beside someone at a time like that. I will love her forever. I could go on and on about both of them, but I won’t and now you know a little more About Us. HOSTED BY: Title: SCORCH (Delirious, #3) Author: Clarissa Wild Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Release Date: March 3, 2015 Blurb Sweet revenge keeps her alive … and drives her to kill. I am the forgotten one, the girl who was left for dead. In this mental hospital I call prison I plot my revenge. I remember everything. Their faces. Their touch. Even their smell. What they did to me was beyond cruel. I’m going to return the favor. In here I survive by using someone just as they used me. One of them wants to claim me as his own. A man without mercy, without a conscience, craving the wickedness inside me. But I won’t be a puppet for his desires. I will play his strings like a puppeteer and use him to escape. And when I do … I will kill them all. This is Ashley's story and the final book in the Delirious Series. This is a full-length novel. These books should be read in order. WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, dubious consent, and graphic violence.Excerpt “Pout those pretty lips. Show me how much you want it,” he says. I do what he wants, pursing my lips close together. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he murmurs. “Let me taste that ice cream, too.” Suddenly he leans in and smashes his lips on mine. I’m caught by surprise as he kisses my lips like he wants to eat me. His mouth is voracious, sucking at my lips, licking the rim. Without thinking about it, my lips part, as he pushes his tongue inside. He’s so forceful, I can’t resist, while he eagerly licks my tongue. He’s greedy as fuck, and somehow this makes me want to latch onto his mouth. I can’t explain it, let alone justify it. He takes my mouth like it was his all along, claiming my lips and tongue like an animal. He groans and sucks harshly, not giving me an inch to breathe. I’m losing it. Losing this battle between me and him, between who holds the power and who is the submissive. Lines are blurred, and I find myself questioning if I could remotely enjoy this. Because if I do … I’m a lost cause. The problem is, I already know I am. I’m insane … but this kiss simply consumes me. When his lips leave mine, I’m left with a wantonness I’ve never felt before. This kiss turned me upside down, made my lips numb, my brain senseless. “Fuck me …” he says. “You really are good at seducing me.” “I didn’t do anything,” I mutter. “Exactly.” He grabs my chin and then places another peck next to my ear. “You taste so fucking good, Ashley. I wonder what your pussy tastes like. Tell me … how much does your pussy ache to be touched right now?” My breathing falters as I attempt to temper my lust, but a flush still appears on my face. I can feel him grin against my skin as he plants another kiss on my neck. “Don’t lie. You know what happens if you lie.” His finger trails down from my chin toward my breast, circling around my nipple, making my breathing even more unsteady. “I can hear you breathe, Ashley. Irregular. Your heartbeat increasing in speed.” When he touches the tip of my nipple, I stop breathing entirely. “Your body already wants me … it’s only a matter of time before your heart does, too.”SCORCH (Delirious, #3) iBOOKS | B&N | KOBO | GOOGLE PLAY SEEK (Delirious, #0.5) AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | KOBO | B&N | iBOOKS | GOOGLE PLAY SNARE (Delirious, #1) AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | iBOOKS | B&N | KOBO | GOOGLE PLAY SEIZE (Delirious, #2) AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | iBOOKS | B&N | KOBO | GOOGLE PLAY About the Author Clarissa Wild is the USA Today Bestselling author of FIERCE, a college romance series, but she's best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals. Check out my sexy books: http://smarturl.it/clarissawildbooksConnect with Clarissa Twitter | Goodreads | Website | Pinterest | Facebook | Mailing List | Fan Club Giveaway! a Rafflecopter giveaway |
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