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A Dark Desires Novel
Nina Croft

Release Date: 24 August 2015

Genre: Sci-fi/paranormal/romance

Publisher: Entangled

blurbCopilot of the Blood Hunter, Daisy is a newly-turned vampire, and she’s hungry. Really hungry and it’s interfering with her plans for revenge. Unfortunately, the only thing that can distract her from said hunger is sex…which is a problem when she can barely refrain from draining any man dry within moments. But old flame Fergal Cain might just be the sexy-assed solution to her problem.

Part human, part cyborg, and with a poison coursing through his system, Fergal’s running out of time to find the scientist who has the cure. Unfortunately for him, the misfit crew of the Blood Hunter put a serious kink in his plans. And if the poison doesn’t kill him, the hot little vamp he can’t resist might do the honors herself…

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Nina Croft grew up in the north of England. After training as an accountant, she spent four years working as a volunteer in Zambia, which left her with a love of the sun and a dislike of nine-to-five work. She then spent a number of years mixing travel (whenever possible) with work (whenever necessary) but has now settled down to a life of writing and picking almonds on a remote farm in the mountains of southern Spain.

Nina writes all types of romance, often mixed with elements of the paranormal and science fiction.

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Gemini by Catherine Peace #Giveaway @lexcade #ASMSG

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Species Roundup – The Aliens of Gemini

One of the best parts about writing science fiction (besides the advanced technology, the new worlds, and of course, the fashion) is creating new species. When George Lucas talked about creating Chewbacca for Star Wars, he said, “There was a dog in ‘American Graffiti’, but I didn’t use ‘Indiana” for the part because it was a night scene and I wanted a white dog. My wife was very upset that I didn’t put my own dog in the movie; so I said I’d put Indiana’s spirit in the next one. And that’s how the ‘Wookiee’ came into being.”
The spirit of my dog didn’t quite make it into Gemini (unless you count Shadi’s unconditional love, loyalty, and blatant disregard for life), but I did pull from a few other sources to create the species of the Gemini universe.
Nyx – The bad guys. They came from a combination of things, but mostly Bob the Killer Goldfish from Earthworm Jim. Without their giant titanium suits, they’re incapable of functioning away from their home planet of Lophus, and without slave labor, they’re incapable of joining the galactic economy. Also, they suck. Most often referred to as those “damned oversized blowfish” by Uri.

Vodni’du – Admittedly, I’m a little too in love with Bioware, the video game studio that brought me much joy with Mass Effect and Dragon Age. My blue skinned vodni’du are an homage to Mass Effect’s asari, but their biology is more based on seahorses. A select few of them are genderfluid, and their religion is one of the most prominent in the galaxy. However, I wanted to avoid what almost always happens in science fiction—the entire species believes the same way. The vodni have several branches of their principle religion, some agnostic, and atheists, and in between.

Vodni’du have blue skin with differing shades, black eyes, and black hair.

V’iak – One of my favorites, admittedly. I haven’t done a lot of building with v’iak culture, but they have a group of women called the huntresses, who are almost like bounty hunters, and some of them also hunt lesser species for sport. It takes years of training and practice to become one of the elites, but once you’re part of the club, you have to make every single kill. They have a reputation to uphold.
The v’iak mostly have black skin, colorless eyes, and long, brightly colored hair. The huntresses have raised tattoos denoting their rank and number of kills.

Eibronian – One of the lesser species, and one frequently hunted by the v’iak. Eibronians resemble Qunari from the Dragon Age universe. Eibronians are tall and muscular, with large horns on either side of their heads. Their blood is a useful panacea, able to treat most infections, and their horns are a source of pride for collectors. Eibronians are intelligent and resourceful, are capable builders and mechanics, and are often used as infantry in galactic disputes. However, their status as a lesser species keeps them from certain protections that the vodni’du, v’iak, humans, and other greater species enjoy.

Gurita – Gurita are known as the worriers of the galaxy. They tend to prepare for every possible outcome of every possible scenario, which makes them the ultimate doomsday preppers. Somewhat resembling octopi, gurita do have tentacles (this is NOT that kind of book, just fyi), and also have small beaks. They’re typically extremely intelligent.
Hope you enjoyed learning about my species. There are many more that I haven’t covered, so you’ll just have to read the book to learn about them!

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CP_BeyondFairytales_Gemini_200x300Being one of the Embassy’s glorified treasure-seekers has its perks…
Komandan Uriah Jacobs recovers ancient artifacts in exchange for more than just decent pay; he also receives guaranteed protection from his former owners, the nyx…until an emergency landing on a too-familiar colony brings him face-to-face with his past life and something more—a surprisingly priceless treasure in the form of a human woman.

A slave to the nyx since childhood…
Shadi spends her waking hours in the forge, dreaming of rescuing her brother with the help of a man she once worshipped like a father. A crashed ship on the colony becomes her only hope to escape. But before she can steal the ship, the pilot abducts her. They may be the same species, but will he help her find her Shilah?

Their attraction is undeniable…
Fighting it seems inconsequential as they evade the nyx’s bounty hunter and uncover a conspiracy that shines unwanted light on Shadi’s past and reveals the corruption in Uri’s beloved Embassy, placing their fledgling love in danger.

As the universe systematically falls apart, will Shadi and Uri’s newfound passion be enough to keep them alive?

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Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories. When not being a slave to the people in her head, she’s a slave to two adorable dogs.

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The Hybrid by Christine Murphy #Giveaway @CLMurphyBooks

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The Wild Clan Sagas
Novel 2
Christine Murphy

Genre: Futuristic Romance

Publisher: KnightFall Publishing

Date of Publication: August 1, 2015

ISBN: 9781311085313
ASIN: B00Z8QXLXO

Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 139,328

Cover Artist: Christine Murphy

Short Book Description:

Sara, a hidden Hybrid disguised as a BioGen Monitor, will find an enslaved Justin being experimented on. She will help him gain his freedom and in the process will gain her own. Trust will grow between them and from that trust will blossom a love which will give them the power to escape BioGen.

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The ruling hiarchy of the known world, BioGen, continues to manipulate the genetics of the human race to try and prevent the extinction of mind-kind. In their meddling to control life, BioGen combines human DNA with alien. Success is achieved and unique females are created and industrially born. The baby girls are surprising in their beauty and abilities, but BioGen, in their need to control and conquer, force the delicate females away from their caregivers. Their only goal is to hone the powerful gifts of the maturing teenagers. In the end, however, they perish one by one because of the uncaring ways of their handlers until there is only one extraordinary woman remaining.

Born part human and part Phoenix, Sara has hidden among the enemy since she was created. Disguised in the appearance of a Nul working for BioGen, she searches for the truth about her creation and the sisters she lost during childhood. During her duties she is assigned to guard and observe scientific experimentation on a man who she discovers is no other than one of the Wilder males.

Captured as a young man while searching for his brother, Justin is forced into service to be one of the highly coveted Companions. Refusing to be broken and used by the Gen female population he is tortured and then used for genetic research. Under the Headquarter’s control his very sanity and memory is almost destroyed. Ultimately BioGen will destroy him if he can’t find a way to escape back to The Wilds and his family. The fates bring him a breath-taking woman who is the key to both his freedom and hers.

Thrown together in hopeless circumstances, the fated lovers are initially enemies. However, Sara is instantly drawn to Justin and she has no choice but to free him from BioGen’s grasp. At first Justin sees her as nothing more than his way to escape but it doesn’t take long for him to see the mysterious beauty under the surface of her disguise. Together they find a way to escape from the enemy’s Headquarters.

During their run for freedom they will find the most unlikely allies in both Daman, a high class Companion, and Defiance, an underground group of escaped males who just may have their own agenda. Joining the group of criminals is a dangerous consideration, however, Justin and Sara must team up with Daman, who is now leader of Defiance, if they have any hope of reaching The Wilds. In the end there is no choice as BioGen’s assembling army begins an all out attack on Justin’s family and the Rogues.

In the search for answers and freedom, Sara and Justin’s growing trust and dedication to each other will become a flame of passion and love. They will discover the intense love they have for each other makes them stronger than all of the uncertainties and dangers in their life. Sara’s gentle caring will allow Justin to trust again and recover his memories. In return, his belief in her will allow Sara to harness her Phoenix abilities. Only the two of them have the true power to save Justin’s family and the Rogues who call The Wilds home.

In one great clash of wills at the edge of civilization a great battle will be waged between BioGen’s Nul army, the Rogues, and Defiance. In the midst of the conflict and chaos will be two incredible lovers who will do anything to save those they care for. Justin will rejoin his family and give Sara the strength to harness the fiery ability of her Phoenix side in the final showdown. In the end, only the power of love will prevail and ultimately set everyone free.

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Home.  Justin never thought to ever make it back to the place he loved, back to the people who he loved.  It was too much to hope for, and although he wanted to completely believe in what Daman was offering him, he couldn’t.  Suspicion still circled in his mind from what he had been through over the past five years.  Aggression filled him and when Daman made to walk past him in an elegant exit Justin snatched out and grabbed him by the jacket again.

In a growl he bit out,  “If you think to entrap me in any way with this I’ll escape and you’ll pay.”

In a smooth movement Daman turned and stared him down with death in his eyes and growled back,  “I realize you’ve had it rough Justin, but so have the rest of us.  If I could, I’d make a run myself but too many people are depending on me.  My choice is to stay, for now.  Use the discs, don’t use them, I don’t give a fuck.  Just remember I tried to help you out.  If you’re with the plan, I’ll be back as soon as the sun sets, but well before curfew, to pick you up.  Look for my black Puma at curb side. Eight ‘o’clock should suffice.  Now, if you would be so kind to get your hands off me.”

When Justin didn’t initially let go Daman grabbed his shirt as if to throw him off, but both men froze when a dagger flew by and imbedded in the table next to Daman’s leg.  With a groan Justin carefully let go of Daman’s jacket just as he did the same with his shirt.  Yes, the worst thing had happened to him.  Sara had revealed herself to Daman, even if it was in the act of trying to protect him.  He should have known better than to leave her alone without letting her know what was up, but he just couldn’t wake her sweet sleeping form at the time.  She had needed her rest.  Turning to face her he knew she still needed some serious sleep.

His heart plummeted when he saw her true form revealed to Daman and his pure viciousness to protect her exploded.  Even when he quickly moved to block Daman’s view of her he couldn’t help but be proud of her.  With as many injuries as she had sustained for him, and her body still healing, she was his avenging angel.  Her own protective fury emanated from her along with the heat he couldn’t identify.  Still, he had to protect her because it was obvious she still didn’t have the strength to attempt to hide her true form.

Spinning around to block Daman’s view, he couldn’t miss the man’s shocked expression of what he was seeing.  Justin knew he would be taking in Sara’s brilliant auburn hair and her mysterious aquamarine eyes, and her skin.  Such soft skin that brushed up against his when she dove around him to stand in front to be the protector.  He tried to grab her to pull her back but she slipped from his grasp with such ease.  He hated the fact that not only was her true form revealed, so were her long sensual legs since all she had on was his over-sized t-shirt.

Closing his eyes he groaned again.  By the Fates, he loved the woman but she was going to be the one to kill him just from the stress of trying to protect her.  The realization of what he had just admitted to himself left him shaky, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it.  Daman was approaching, albeit carefully, and Justin didn’t want him anywhere near Sara.  Again he tried to grab Sara to place her behind him but she refused standing her ground with her remaining dagger in hand. He wondered if she was stronger than he thought and was choosing to show her true form.  It was revealed in the next instant when she transformed to her Nul appearance, a reflex of protection he was certain.

Shining auburn hair became dark, glowing skin became pale, and eyes that glanced back at him darkened to a deep chocolate tone.  She glanced at him for just a moment with concern in her eyes before she turned back to Daman.  With a quick spin of the dagger in her hand she had the man freezing in place.  Instead of Daman taking an aggressive stance he started laughing, his deep voice echoing throughout the room.

Sara stalked closer to the Companion and Justin was right on her like a shadow.  Before she reached him Justin encircled her with his arms holding her against him.  He could literally feel the heat and energy running through her when she hissed,  “I know who you are.  You work with Defiance and you’re a Companion.  I’ve heard stories about you.  You’re dangerous, but I assure you, I’m more dangerous, as you have seen by what I really am, so don’t ever touch Justin again.”

Justin was relieved to see that Daman was taking Sara seriously but hated the fact she had revealed herself to make a point.  Still, Daman was Daman, and with a play-boy smile he countered,  “I bow to your beauty, my lady.  I’m glad to see that not all of the Hybrids were destroyed.  Yes, I see you’re shocked, but as you said, I am Defiance, so have access to things no one else has.  Including files which BioGen thinks they can keep protected with their security measures.  I wonder…have you told Justin about everything you are and what you can do?”

Fury filled Justin but he held his position holding on to Sara.  He could feel her body shaking, whether it was from adrenaline or weakness he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to let her get into a battle with Daman for him or anything else.  She was too important to him.  Perhaps Daman picked up on that fact because he held up his hands and backed away from the pair before heading for the exit door.

Before he departed he threw over his shoulder, “Good luck, Justin.  You’re going to need it.  If you’re with the program of using the Identity and Transport Discs, I’ll see you tonight.  The moment I pull up get your ass out there or I’m gone.  I won’t be making the offer again.  And by the way, be careful with that girl.  There’s more to her than meets the eye.”

Right before the door closed Sara let out a growl and let loose with her last dagger.  End over end it flipped through the air with a speed that Justin could barely keep track of.  Daman barely made it out the door before the deadly blade imbedded in the hard wood.
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 Christine Murphy started her writing career at a young age even before she was putting words to paper.  Living in Image1the Midwest left her with plenty of time to read and develop her creative mind.  Her first short story was written in grade school and was in a fantasy-type style.  Later she took an online course in writing and created another story based on the adventures of a Native-American youth searching for her purpose in life and filled with lots of symbology.

Science-fiction fantasy was her main reading preference but quickly shifted to romance.  In the beginning she preferred Contemporary Romance but that didn’t last long when she discovered Christine Feehan and JR Ward.  Paranormal Romance had infected her and she read as much of it as her voracious mind could adsorb.

Eventually Christine joined the work force, and although she continued to read, she didn’t pursue her need to create her own worlds other than in her head.  Her imagination continued but reality kept her busy including a successful medical based career in the military.  Working as a clinical laboratory scientist she was stationed in several locations in the United States and in numerous areas of the world including England, Italy, Germany, Africa, and the Middle East.  Finally her career brought her to a small town outside the Tampa Bay area in Florida.  This is where she finally realized time is too short to put off those enjoyments in life especially when her husband was struck with leukemia.  He successfully recovered but it made her decide she wanted to pursue writing which seemed to be put off her whole life.

Within two years she had completed an entire series – The Sphinx Warriors Series, and started the first book of The Wild Clan Sagas.  Currently she continues to write from her Florida home while looking out her back lanai to a small pond where the wild-life gathers and the flowers bloom in exotic pinks and purples. This is her place of peace and freedom she has searched for all her life and where her husband and crazy African Gray Parrot, Raider, hang out with her.  It’s the place where her creativity runs wild while she spins tales of adventure and passion. She captures the unique characters, civilizations, conflict, passion, and love in her writing from the fantasies which still spin in her head.  She captures the strong, spirited, and powerfully attracted characters and all of their adventures and share it with others who are searching for that very thing to make their lives more exciting.

If she accomplishes nothing else in life, she hopes to share the romantically magical worlds and the lovers she sees with all of the passionate readers out there.  Her next projects are continuing to work on her Wild Clan Sagas and her Midnight Riders Series as she partners with KnightFall Publishing and CK Productions.

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Defiler (Preyfinders #3) by @CariSilverwood #Giveaway #erotic #scifi #ASMSG

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Defiler

Preyfinders

Book 3

Cari Silverwood

Genre: erotic scifi/ fantasy

Publisher: Cari Silverwood

Date of Publication: July 28th, 2015

ISBN: 9781310083327

ASIN: B0115U83RU

Number of pages: 156

Word Count: 77,000

Cover Artist: Cari Silverwood

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Talk dirty to me, scifi

In my misspent youth, I was a voracious reader and among the many genres I tried and devoured was science fiction. This was hardcore scifi where no fictional spaceship was allowed to blast off in a story, and no warp-travelling wormhole was allowed to send you hurtling across the galaxy, unless the author could explain it somehow with physics and maths.

Hard science fiction. So hard your brain melted a bit reading them.

Now? I’d rather my stories melt panties. Defiler is a part of the Preyfinder series and the only hard in this scifi are the men. It’s a dirty, depraved story world but with a plot that will make you bite your nails and scream a little as the ending rolls toward you. I’ve even thrown in lashings of fantasy because it made the story far more FUN. Fun is what I need in my stories, along with the sex. This is an erotic tale and though some of the romantic/ erotic scifi out there is light on plot, that’s not this book. If I can’t make you wonder what in all the seven realms of alien hell is about to happen in this one, I’ve not done my job.

Imagine a mash-up of Serenity or Star Wars along with some epic fantasy stirred in with a few orgies from Game of Thrones and you have Defiler.

Since I do like dubious consent in my stories, you’ll find that a part of the sexuality, but there’s never any doubt that Talia is having the time of her life. Many women have rape fantasies (one of the commonest sexual fantasies of women) and erotic reads like these are as safe, sane, and consensual a way to indulge those fantasies as anyone can get. Not exactly bodice ripper in space, but that is the general background theme in the Preyfinder stories.

Talia is no pushover, though she has a lust for big, alien men with sexual equipment to die for, she’s also a strong, brave, and smart forensic pathologist. A man tangles with her at the risk of having his spleen removed with a swish of her katana. Read Defiler and find out how Brask and Dassenze manage to dodge her sword and drag her into bed with them.

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blurbOur Earth is on the edge of destruction, our cities are pocked with missile craters, and beneath the surface the alien factory queen lurks.

Four women of power may be our saviors. The last is Talia. Gifted by earth magic with a mastery of edged weapons, she’s a katana-wielding, geek chick with a loathing of alpha men. Although mating enhances magic, she knows bonding with aliens must surely be wrong. Besides, her destined bond mate, Brask, is an Igrakk warrior of the caveman persuasion. One dominant male is bad enough. Dassenze, the alien man-god in the flesh, also desires her and no isn’t a word he appreciates.

As they near their target, Talia’s man problems become the lesser of many evils, for the factory queen awaits them with her nerve chewers and her drills. The price for being avenging, kickass heroines could be a messy death.

Warning: Dominance and submission themes, hot aliens, and violence. Mild horror too if you’re squeamish.

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Talia approached the door, chair in hand, feeling like a lion tamer, and wedged the chair against the door knob. It worked in the movies.

“Go away! I’ll come and see you after I’m done. To talk about whatever it is you want to talk about.”

“If you’re there, on the other side, you can let me in.”

He was going to wait for her to let him in? Ho hum and yawn.

“No, I cannot. Asshole.” She said that to herself as she backed away, grinning. There was a thrill to calling Brask bad names, akin to poking a monkey with a stick. A big, slightly-annoyed monkey.

His sigh sounded exasperated. “Do you have any idea how good my hearing is? Or whatever this other sense is. I can tell when you’re aroused.”

She snorted. “Tough.”

His next move was to smash his fist through the door, sending splinters flying, then he shoved aside the chair and opened the door from the inside.

“Damn,” she muttered. “Impressive.”

Running on ceilings was impressive too but this was a whole other realm – a man who would smash down a door to get to her.

Scary as hell.

Keeping her expression defiant was difficult. She found herself cycling between a smirk and an oh-shit-what-have-I-done expression. Fear had some plusses. Excitement for one. He wouldn’t hurt her and she wasn’t going to hurt him, but her heart was pounding away like it wasn’t sure.

Now she had an annoyed Brask on her side of the door. He kicked it farther open and took a step inside as the handle hit the wall and the door swung back in a foot.

“I see you’re ready for me. Nice underwear.”

Breathless, she gathered her reply. “I wasn’t expecting guests. Maybe you should leave?”

“I only just arrived. But if you insist.” But then he stepped closer, until she had to tilt her head back farther to keep the encounter eye-to-eye. Between the width of his shoulders, general body bulk, and the way his blond spiky hair seemed ready to brush the ceiling, he was making her feel like a small female snack.

Never look away from a predator, right? On shuffling back a step, she found the coffee table pressing at her bare legs.

Insolently and probably stupidly, she angled a brow. “Leaving means going in the other direction.”

“It does?”

“Yes.”

He crowded her some more until only inches separated them and she could feel his body heat. She didn’t dare shut her eyes. She was faster than him, but that wasn’t everything. Not at all. But he didn’t lunge at her, instead he very deliberately reached out and around her, with both hands, and took a grip of the back of her hair. Then he screwed both hands in and twisted, thoroughly trapping her.

Something stopped her resisting. Probably raw unadulterated lust. She licked her lips, waiting. When he remained silent, she couldn’t resist asking a question.

“Now what are you going to do? My hairstyle?”

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Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of kinky darkness or sometimes of dark kinkiness, depending on her moods and the amount of time she’s spent staring into the night. She has an ornery nature as well as a lethal curiosity that makes her want to upend plots and see what falls out when you shake them.

When others are writing bad men doing bad things, you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.

This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.

Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement…though she really doesn’t. Promise.

If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.

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Traitor (Maelstrom Chronicles #2) by @jodywallace #Giveaway #scifi #ASMSG

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Maelstrom Chronicles
Book Two
Jody Wallace

Release Date: July 28, 2015

Genre: Science Fiction Romance

Publisher: Entangled

blurbCaptain Nikolas EstherVorn is a traitor. Or so it was decreed after Niko disobeyed protocol while trying to save Earth from other-dimensional creatures. Stuck in a prison cell, the last thing he needs is to be in close proximity to sexy-as-sin Dr. Sarah CallenJoseph. Not with him damn near ready break out just to get to her.

Niko’s desire isn’t quite his own…and Sarah can prove it. He—along with the other soldiers on the disastrous mission—were drugged with some kind of toxin. Niko has no clue how the drug got into his body or why, but Sarah suspects there’s a link between the toxin and the fertility crisis of Shipborn humans.

To investigate is forbidden. But as lust becomes something deeper, binding them together in a way neither expected, Niko and Sarah must battle time—and their superiors—to uncover the secret that could save humanity…or destroy it.
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Jody Wallace grew up in the South in a very rural area. She went to school a long time and ended up with a Master’s newpic14Degree in Creative Writing. Her resume includes college English instructor, technical documents editor, market analyst, web designer, and general all around pain in the butt. She currently lives in Tennessee with her family: one husband, two kids, two cats. One of her many alter egos is “The Grammar Wench,” which should give you an indication of her character. She is a terrible packrat and likes to amass vintage clothing, books, Asian-inspired kitchenware, gnomes, yarn, and other items that threaten to force her family out of the house. She also likes cats. A lot.
Jody publishes the Maelstrom Chronicles with Entangled Publishing, an Earth-based science fiction romance series. You can find other science fiction, paranormal, and contemporary romances by Jody at http://www.jodywallace.com, including her horrible science fiction romance spoofs, The Adventures of Mari Shu, which make fun of the Maelstrom Chronicles, among other science fiction concepts and stories.

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The Reaper’s Daughter by @KM_Randall #Paranormal #DarkFantasy #Giveaway

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the_reapers_daughterebook2The Reaper’s Daughter
The Reaper’s Daughter Series
Book One
KM Randall

Genre: Paranormal/Dark Fantasy

Publisher: Booktrope
Date of Publication: 5/9/15

ISBN: 978-1-62015-841-8
ASIN: B00X90741G

Number of pages: 244

Cover Artist: Shari Ryan

blurbI’ve always felt like an average girl … except for my strange relationship with death. You could say I like to court it. Whether I’m soaring through the air as a flyer for Specter University’s cheer squad, or speeding down the steepest mountain with only grace and balance keeping me from an icy end, I’ve always needed to feel a rush. But now Death is courting me―in more ways than one. First, there’s Rishi, a rogue death deity who has a penchant for annoying me nearly to my grave and whose intense gaze has the power to see right through me. Then there’s Hades, who I’d rather had stayed just a myth. Now that he knows I exist, he’s not going to leave me alone until I meet the same end as my mother.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention her? I spent my whole life thinking she had died when I was a baby, but now I’ve found out she’s much more than dead. Fifty years ago, Hades banished my mother from the underworld and took away her ability to cross over souls―souls that have wandered lost through the world ever since. Now she wants me to clean up the mess.

You may have heard of her before…

They call her the Grim Reaper.

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THE ROLLING GREEN of her eyes was dimming fast, losing color and life to the quick click of time that beat out her days and nights, a perpetual circle that was now fading to a close. Light brown hair that had been recently styled into looping curls was limp against the black pillowcase―a metaphor for her wilted spirit, I mused, thinking offhandedly how proud my English professor would be at my thoughtful use of language.
I sighed. I didn’t want to be here.
When her eyes met mine, I knew she saw me for who I really was—what I really was. She reached out an eager hand to take mine. I didn’t want anything to do with it. But it wasn’t because her fingers were slick with blood, deep crimson dripping down her arm and fingernails from where she’d so precisely placed a razor blade to her vein and dug deep, thinking she’d be free of her pain. It was because her face reflected back to me all the times I’d felt I’d been given a shitty deal. Current situation: case in point.
“Hi,” she whispered, her once pink lips fading with every pump of her life, which was idly dripping away from her to the plush white carpet below. I could smell the newness of it, the fresh aroma of a recently laid floor. That’s going to be a bitch to get clean.
I looked around her bedroom, at the dance trophies and pictures of smiling friends, and wondered why. Why me? “Blake …” Hearing my mother’s warning tone, I looked over at her where she stood in the shadows, overseeing my tutelage.
“Why can’t we just call an ambulance? It’s not too late. They could save her,” I whispered fiercely, staring at the girl’s hand stretched out to me as if I were her savior and not her end. “We should save—”
“It’s not for us to decide, you know that. We are only here to bring souls over, not save their mortal lives. Take her, she wants to go.”
“And will she still feel the same when she’s looking down at her body?” I asked, not even bothering to check my mother’s expression when she didn’t answer. Suicide wasn’t a peaceful death. It was pain―that much I knew.
I choked back the tears that wanted to rise in my eyes for this girl, for me … I turned to her once more and leaned down, brushing a strand of her hair from her graying face. “What’s your name?”
Barely blinking, her pale eyes darted to me. “Carly,” she said, choking around her words.
“Just hold my hand and I’ll help you cross,” I said softly, forcing myself to meet her gaze so that someone would witness her ending as they had her beginning.
She smiled slowly, and I saw that in life she had been pretty. When she’d believed. When she’d had hope.
“The light?” Her eyes widened, glittering green for a brief moment in their otherwise colorless depths at the prospect of going somewhere beautiful after this life had been so cold.
I nodded, although I didn’t really know where she would go. I was only in training, but I hoped it was someplace good, where her tormented soul could rest.
She had small, feminine hands, I thought, as she laced her slippery fingers around my longer warm ones. She didn’t last long, her pulse giving one last flutter before sputtering out.
The room was suffused with the silence left behind in the absence of such a simple thing. The thundering lack of a person’s heartbeat had never seemed quite so loud. As life departed Carly’s mortal coil, her soul lifted from the body, but unlike some souls I’d seen that were light and buoyant, at peace with the next step in their existence, hers was outlined in darkness, and it rippled, suspended in space like a special effect in a bad horror film. Her gaze turned from her body to me, sorrow coming to settle on the slope of her bowed shoulders and in the recesses of her eyes. Regret was a fickle creature. It always came too late.

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As a girl, K.M. always wished she’d suddenly come into magical powers or cross over into a Faerie circle. Although KM Randall Author Photothat has yet to happen, she instead lives vicariously through the characters she creates writing fantasy and paranormal.

When K.M. is not busy writing her next novel, she serves as a freelance editor and writer. She has a master’s degree in journalism from Syracuse University and a bachelor’s degree in English-Lit from Nazareth College of Rochester. K.M. lives in Upstate New York’s Finger Lakes region with her husband, her extremely energetic little boy, and their crazy goldendoodle Luna (short for Lunatic)

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The Sephra’s Tear by @RobynBachar #Giveaway #Fantasy #ASMSG

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Just One Spell

Book One

Robyn Bachar

Genre: Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Robyn Bachar

Date of Publication: 06/01/15

ISBN: Ebook 978-0-9963490-1-7

ISBN: Print 978-0-9963490-0-0

ASIN: B00YPRRYGM

Number of pages: 318

Word Count: 63,770

Cover Artist: Amygdala Design

blurbJust one spell will change their fates…

Cordelia is a pawn of House Dorchada—a notorious noble family comprised of thieves, assassins and dark wizards. Desperate to avoid their poisonous politics, Cordelia plotted her escape for years, but her carefully laid plans are jeopardized when her father commands her to marry an aged lord of Frostever.

With only a few short months left before her wedding, Cordelia’s salvation hinges on creating a Sephra’s Tear—a forbidden amulet that causes overwhelming lust in its victim. A black market buyer promises a life-changing amount of coin as payment for the Tear, but being caught creating it carries a death sentence.

Two wizards are needed to produce the passion to fuel the erotic spell, so Cordelia recruits the aid of peasant wizard Nathaniel Ravenwood. Nathaniel has long denied his desire for the beautiful Cordelia. As a noblewoman and a Dorchada she is as dangerous to Nathaniel as a viper, but the fortune she offers is a temptation he can’t refuse.

Dealing in dark magic comes with a price, and Cordelia and Nathaniel risk losing their freedom—and their hearts. Their fates depend on the one spell that will free them, or destroy them.

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“Have you made your decision?” she blurted.
“I have. I see you have quite a few books on Majera.”
Cordelia frowned at the change in subject. “And here I thought I’d done a good job of hiding them. I don’t want to appear too interested, lest they look for us there.”
“What will you do there? They are strict about punishing wizards who cast illegal spells.”
“The Tear will be my first and last illegal spell. I imagine we’ll do much the same that we do here—sell potions and robes.”
“You won’t live like this if you do.” Nathaniel waved a hand at their opulent surroundings.
“All this is a gilded cage. I’d rather starve as a wizard than live comfortably as a bored lady of the house.”
He shook his head. “I doubt you’ve ever gone hungry.”
“Would you give up your magic and live a life where you’re expected to only concern yourself with the goings on in the kitchen and the quality of the linens? Oh, and be expected to pleasure a stranger forty years your senior whenever he wishes, for the express purpose of providing him with mageblooded children? Children who will undoubtedly be sold one day to seal some political deal, just as you were?”
“I’m sure it’s not so terrible.” His expression was skeptical, and she shook her head.
“Spoken like a man. Most noblewomen are little more than broodmares in a luxurious stable. I want more than that.” Cordelia pushed the thoughts away, determined not to dwell further on Lord Eben. Nathaniel studied her with a thoughtful expression, and she was distracted by how tall he was—even taller than her brother Alexander, who had loomed over her like an ill-tempered mountain since they were children.
“Are you going to help me create the Tear?” she asked.
“Yes, I am.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Do not thank me, my lady. My poverty has overwhelmed my better sense, otherwise I wouldn’t agree to this. But I have done some research these past few days, reading about similar lust spells, and as I understand it the Sephra’s Tear is quite unique. We can’t approach this like any other simple spell or potion.”
Cordelia’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Oh? Why not?”
Taking her hands in his, he drew her over to the divan. Nathaniel ran his thumbs across her knuckles and she shivered at his touch. “A Sephra’s Tear is more than just a lust spell. That is part of what makes it difficult to cast. Any pair of wizards can manage the basic…physical requirements of a lust spell, but a Tear needs the intense pleasure that results from truly understanding your partner’s needs. It requires intimate knowledge. Not just of how to please each other, but how to prolong the experience enough to create a potent Tear.” Nathaniel paused, as though searching for the right words to explain before continuing. “If you’ll forgive the example, it is the difference between having a lover and visiting a whore.”
“I see.” Cordelia licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. “I hadn’t considered that.” She had never let anyone know her so intimately—Cordelia’s previous lovers had only seen the polite facade of the Lady Dorchada. She had never trusted any lover enough to be completely honest with them.
“Are you certain you still wish to do this?”

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Robyn Bachar enjoys writing stories with soul mates, swords, spaceships, vampires and gratuitous violence againstthe kitchen sink. Her books have finaled twice in the PRISM Contest for Published Authors, twice in the Passionate Plume Contest, and twice in the EPIC eBook Awards. As a gamer, Robyn has spent many hours rolling dice, playing rock-paper-scissors, and slaying creatures in mmorpgs.

You can find Robyn online at http://www.robynbachar.com and on Twitter at @RobynBachar.

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