Friday, October 17, 2014

Release Day Blitz The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy by J.E. Taylor






The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy
The Ryan Chronicles
Books 1,2,3
J.E. Taylor

Genre: Paranormal Romance /
Paranormal Suspense

Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction /
Novel Concept Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: 10-17-14
ASIN: B00N078SEA

Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Book Description:

The Ryan Chronicles - Book One: Saving Grace

When CJ Ryan's girlfriend decides life is less complicated without him, CJ travels a destructive path into despair, walking the line between what's right and what feels good. But what feels good is a dangerous slope to travel, especially when Lucifer wages war for his soul.

One wrong step and CJ could fall into the devil's trap, becoming no better than the demons he battles.

The Ryan Chronicles - Book Two: Raven Heart

CJ Ryan still can't remember a thing about his past, but he is determined to have a future with Valerie. Despite his lack of memory, he finds himself ensnared in the cutthroat world of entertainment whether he wants it or not. The push into the spotlight shines a harsh glare on his family and brings with it a plague of horrors that drag him to the edge.

With the darkness of the past threatening, CJ turns to his brother looking for answers, but when an enemy with a psychotic history re-enters their lives, it will take more than just his memory to save them.

The Ryan Chronicles - Book Three: Trinity's Wrath

CJ Ryan's life seems to have fallen into place, and while the backdrop of his Hawaiian honeymoon provides the perfect healing elixir, the guilt of sentencing his father to an eternity of torture at Lucifer's hands starts to intrude on his happily-ever-after.

When he and Valerie return from Hawaii, a note from the king of hell greets him, outlining in sickening detail his plans for CJ and those he holds dearest.

With everyone he loves on Lucifer's hit list, CJ must start living up to the bargain he made in Heaven, but every one of Hell's gates he closes is one less portal available for his father's escape.

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Excerpt from book 1:
She smiled and I felt a need stir inside me, and it had nothing to do with my heart, or soul, for that matter.
“You really let a demon tie you up?” Dimples appeared in her cheeks and mine bloomed with heat.
I shifted, focusing back on the darkness beyond the glass, suddenly uncomfortable and unable to look at her. I swear my face must be the shade of a bright red kickball. “I wasn’t exactly myself,” I said without looking at her.
She chuckled.
The kind of chuckle that was meant as a turn on and I slid my gaze to her. “You like your men tied up?” I raised an eyebrow. It was her turn to blush and she grinned, shrugging and looking back outside. Before I could explore more of this conversation, she took a step back, dragging me with her.
There must have been a dozen pale creatures slinking across the back yard. I gave her hand that gripped my upper arm a gentle pat and she turned her frightened gaze to me.
“They won’t get through.” My voice held confidence, but deep inside, I was trembling just as much as she was. Damian, Steve, and I had wiped out more than this at the cove, but that was three of us and of course Paradise Cove probably had a lot to do with it.
We both focused on the approaching horde and without much thought, I slung my arm around Valerie’s shoulder and pulled her close. It was time to concentrate on the deadly quality of the wall I put up. I wasn’t sure of how much sizzle to put into it.
“I want to see them burn,” Valerie said, answering my silent contemplation and a chill ran up my spine.
She had every right to hate these creatures as much as demons and I concentrated, glaring at the approaching danger. Saliva ran from their lips and their teeth gleamed in the moonlight. My heart pounded in my chest, sending throbbing vibrations through my skin. The harder my heart beat, the hungrier the approaching vampires looked.
“Just a few more feet,” I muttered, focusing on the entire perimeter of the house because I wasn’t as much of an idiot as they thought. This wasn’t the only line of assault. Still, when they advanced, I took a cautious step backwards, pulling Valerie with me. The power inside me grew and I couldn’t tell whether it was the adrenaline or the power raking across my skin like a hundred finely manicured nails. The sensation grew, moving from the land of pleasure into the world of discomfort and I gritted my teeth.
“Come on, you motherfuckers,” I growled, loud enough for their acute hearing to pick up. I moved Valerie behind me and positioned myself in a fighting stance, waving them in with my leading hand. The results were memorable.
They all launched towards the glass slider and the moment they hit my invisible barrier each vampire burst into a ball of flame. The roar of fire drowned out their screams, but I heard them and the dark part of my soul reveled in it.
Valerie let out a high pitched laugh and I glanced back at her, smiling.
She met my gaze with a measure of awe. “The only one I ever saw do something that impressive was Michael.”
Being compared to an archangel was humbling and I glanced outside at the black dust spinning on the wind. “I’m not an angel.”
“Oh, I gathered that,” she said and stepped away.
I turned towards her. “What do you mean by that?”
“You’re more recent activities?”
I shoved my hands into my pockets and stared at the floor, shamed by the fact she was privy to my more decadent actions. Instead of apologizing, I lifted my gaze to hers, studying the memories of her past, especially the times after the more traumatic events. Naomi was right about one thing. The girl never freaked out. Ever.
And therein lay the challenge.
I let a grin slowly surface and narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. “So, you want to try out some of those ‘activities’ with me?”
She laughed. The kind of laugh that bruised a man’s ego and when she went into the gale realm, I crossed my arms, my good humor turning sourer by the second.


About the Author:

J.E. Taylor is a writer, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:

“Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?”

From that moment on, she hasn’t looked back and now her writing résumé includes more than a dozen published novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves including a few within eXcessica anthologies.

In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing , Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two and also offers her services judging writing contests for various Romance Writers Association chapters.

She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine.

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Rock Star DIY: Guest blog and Giveaway Wicked Flower by Carlene Love Flores



Hello Wenona! Your web home is such a creative hot bed. Hope you don’t mind that one half of my fictional band, Sin Pointe, and stars of the book Wicked Flower, have left the virtual tour bus to have a look around. Hopefully they won’t get themselves into too much trouble. While Stefan and Will are stretching their legs and checking things out, I thought I’d share a couple of their favorite “go-to’s” while on tour. It might be hard to believe, but these sexy bad boys are actually pretty handy when they have the right motivation.

Take hunger for instance. A rumbling tummy can get even the sleepiest night owl up in the early morning hours. Did you know that Stefan Calderon, sinful lead singer, bass player and hero of Wicked Flower, doesn’t go anywhere without his Wildside Blendtec and copious jars of coconut oil? Oh yeah. He’s known amongst his bandmates and road crew for his smoothies. These babies will get you up and at it when you need a quick boost. Just add 16 ounces of orange juice, three ripe medium bananas (easy to find on the road as most truck stops and convenience stores sell them nowadays) and one tablespoon of extra virgin coconut oil. You’ll have to make a special trip for this. Next time you make a midnight run to your favorite all-nighter store, keep your eyes peeled for guyliner, zippers, tattoos and a mohawk. The Sin Pointe boys could be in your town hunting down smoothie supplies. Last, blend it all together and you’ve got enough to share since you’ve probably just awoken everyone in the hotel suite!

Messes. Will Cordero might beat things for a living, but he’s actually a very gentle soul and values cleanliness, way more than the rest of his bandmates. Which is why he travels with Windex. At all times. Sure, you’ve probably heard the glass cleaner’s all-purpose praises but did you know it works miracles on stubborn carpet spills? Oh yeah. A few spritzes of the clear blue stuff, a small scrubber brush and some elbow grease will get out even year-old stains. So the next time you’re flying down the road, the car skids to a halt because your best friend has to check out the hot girl at the gas station and your coffee spills, just do like Will and chillax. You’ve got a secret weapon in your pocket.

“Hey Love, what’s that you’ve got in your pocket?” Stefan has just returned and he’s giving us that devilish grin. Will’s eyes just finished rolling in his head.

I’m just going to ignore Stefan’s comment and remind him he’s supposed to be on his best behavior at this tour stop. “I was just sharing your love of smoothies and glass cleaner with Miss Wenona and her lovely followers. Any other tips you’d like to impart? PG rated tips, before you get any crazy ideas.”

They give each other a look as if I’ve just spoken gibberish. Stefan’s eyes light up. This could be really good or really bad…

“Always share your candy,” he says.

“Okaayy. I guess that’s pretty PG and a good enough tip,” I tell Stefan in return. Sort of proud he’s behaving. “Slightly random. Care to explain?”

He pulls the inside corner of his lip in with his teeth. He’s got great teeth.

“It always tastes better on someone else’s lips, Love.”

Author girl just looks at Will. We shrug. “Halloween!” We realize at the same time.

Well there you have it, folks. Apparently Stefan was inspired during his perusing of Wenona’s lovely site. Everyone have a safe and happy October! Hope you enjoyed this edition of “Rock Star D-I-Y”.

Thanks for having us and remember, Love Stories Rock!


Wicked Flower
A Sin Pointe Novel
Book 5
Carlene Love Flores

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance


ISBN: 978-1-77130-987-5
ASIN: B00N44IJEI

Number of pages: 228
Word Count: 80,160

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Book Description:

Sin Pointe front man Stefan Calderon is playing a very dangerous game and his mom’s live-in caretaker, Dani Foster, just landed right smack in the middle of it.

Practically strangers when Stefan rolls into his small hometown looking to patch things up with Mom, his and Dani’s worlds collide with a hot and intense hook up. He knows right away this woman will make the perfect partner for his two weeks in town. But when she realizes whose son he is, and what he’s there to do, sexy times come to an abrupt halt.

That is until they come up with a solution. Rules. Every game needs them. The question isn’t if they’ll break them, but when and how hard.

It’s a wickedly delicious game, one neither of them intends to lose.

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Excerpt:

Wow. Had Will pegged this perfectly or what? Stefan was determined not to hear her. What hurt Dani most was how his confidence had been shattered by a ten minute conversation in a silly rose garden.
She didn’t even remember that she’d just been crying and the wetness on her cheeks surprised her when she wiped a piece of hair from her face. “But you come back. And when you do, you bring the best laughs and joy with you. You bring yourself.”
“No, don’t do that. Don’t make me out to be some good guy, Dani. It’ll only hurt you in the end.” He paused and then stabbed her with a look sharper than steel. “You sucked my cock good last night, but that doesn’t mean you own me. I don’t owe you anything.”
Her face flamed with sheer anger. She nearly spit the word asshole right back in his face but remembered Will’s warning. She could be just as stubborn. “Try again. I did suck your cock good and no, you don’t owe me anything. But you will hear me out. You know who else leaves their loved ones behind? How about soldiers?”
“That’s different and you know it.”
“How so? They stay gone for months. Thom gets one two-week break half-way through his year-long tour. He comes home one time, Stefan. In an entire year. How is that different than what you do?”
Stefan looked like she’d shot him. He held his hands over his midsection and hunched over before he righted himself again.
“I don’t know. It just is. I’m not laying my life on the line for anyone.”
“But you’re putting it on hold so you can make all those people who love your music happy.” She wouldn’t stop now. “I bet if you were with someone, you’d find a way to see that person, no matter how far away you were. And I bet that person would be thankful, and…” Her eyes welled up with tears again. “So very happy for each moment, no matter how short or how much time passed between visits. Or how big of a mean jerk you could be sometimes.”
The amount of time he stayed with his head bowed down killed Dani. Losing him in a couple days hadn’t hurt before because she realized she’d held out hope that things would work out between them. That her Superman would figure it out and fix it all. He’d invite his mom to Nashville and Dani too. All she needed was an invitation and his ability to wait two measly months for her to arrive.
“Stefan, look at me.”
She waited patiently.
“I’ll just hurt you, Dani. Don’t you get it? I fucking love you and I’d hurt you.”
Her breath tunneled around her lungs and her knees threatened to give out but she wouldn’t stop until she’d convinced him he would not do that. Not if he … not if he loved her. The way she loved him back.
“Why do you keep saying that? Leaving, when it’s your job, doesn’t hurt the one you love.”
Her mind was nearly useless after his use of the L word. Maybe he was trying to tell her he wouldn’t be faithful.
“You don’t understand me, Dani.”
“Then help me out here. Are you saying you’d sleep around on the road? Is that some inevitable part of you being Stefan Calderon, bass player?”
Crap. He wasn’t answering her.
“Fuck, I don’t know. Maybe. I’ve never been tested like that.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
Again he went silent. And this time he got up out of his stool and walked to the sink. As if they hadn’t just been in an industrial sized conversation, he reached up and pulled a glass from a cupboard and filled it with water. He guzzled the entire thing down then filled it up and walked back over to her. He set the glass down in front of her, nudging her hand which she realized was in a tight fist.
“Fighting can’t be good for the baby. Dinner’s getting cold. Let’s eat. Then maybe we’ll talk more.”
Maybe we’ll talk more? Who did he think he was? Ending their discussion like that. But her chest had tightened and she knew he was right when she took in a deep breath and felt the built up tension leave and her body relax back to normal.
She hated that he was right. But if he thought she wouldn’t fight for him, he was dead wrong. She took the glass of water, emptying it then handed it back to him.
“What did you get?”
She could play nice while they ate. He loved her.
Stefan brought their plates over. He sat down across from her and stabbed a peapod and a chunk of pink salmon, shaking his head as he bit the food from the fork and chewed. He stabbed another and another bite.
Whoever had made this man, had gotten so many things so very right. No matter that all those things combined made her absolutely crazy.
He loved her. He’d said so.
She chewed, and tried not to cry smile.


About the Author:

Carlene Love Flores is a fan of the stars (especially Orion), music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites-she loves them all). These inspire her intimate romance stories.

If she could touch someone’s heart with writing the way others have for her, she’d say there never lived a luckier girl.  





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Spotlight and Giveaway Dark Curse by Isaiyan Morrison




Dark Curse
Deamhan Chronicles
Book 2
Isaiyan Morrison

Genre: Adult Paranormal

ISBN 069226325X        
ISBN 13 978-0692263259
ASIN: B00MO1T7O8

Number of pages:  202
Word Count: 79,000

Cover Artist: John Cosentino

Book Description:

The Deamhan world is in disarray. Freed from Limbo, Lucius, the once feared and Ancient Lugat, goes on a killing spree to wipe out any remaining traitors in the city of Minneapolis.

Meanwhile The Brotherhood's return along with the growing population of vampires riles up the remaining Deamhan who choose to stay behind rather than abandon the city. The body count continues to pile up forcing both humans and Deamhan to pick a side.

Either allow Lucius to free the Pure Ones, the first living Deamhan from Limbo, or take him out and cripple their already fragile presence in the city.



Excerpt:
Anastasia's eyes meandered over them. They were young, no older than ten years max. When she attempted to scour their minds, a barrier blocked her. The female Ramanga rushed at Anastasia in Deamhan speed but she quickly moved out of the way, grabbing the back of her shirt and tossing her several feet in the air and onto the roof of a parked car.  The Metusba catapulted himself at Remy but he jumped several feet into the air, avoiding his attack.
Anastasia rushed at the Metusba and she sank her teeth into the base of his neck, ripping at his flesh. He screamed, pushed her away, and fell to the pavement on his knees. 
From the roof of the car, the Ramanga flew at Remy with fists raised and her mouth opened, revealing her fangs.
“I've never hit a pretty woman before.” Remy smiled.
She swung and he ducked, feeling the brisk wind travel over his head. Her punches continued nonstop but with each punch Remy evaded, the faster the punches came. He finally found an opening and his fist connected with her stomach. The Ramanga's feet wavered but she immediately found her footing and she swerved to the left, avoiding Remy's rising left punch. She raised her knee, striking Remy's in the chin and he fell back on the pavement.
She quickly maneuvered herself on top of him, striking him over and over again with her fists. Remy's head jerked from right to left, feeling his cheeks burn with each hit until Anastasia wrapped her arm around his attacker's neck and threw her off of him.
She helped Remy to his feet and they ran off in Deamhan speed with the two Deamhan following them. Their stride took them under a freeway, splashing through knee high water, and they turned sharply left. They passed through stop and go traffic, side streets, sidewalks, and eventually near the banks of the Mississippi River.
They took the river south, leaving the city, and entered a desolate area filled with rotting cornstalks and farmhouses. They stopped in the quiet area, being only a few miles from Blind Bluff Manor. They turned around but the two Deamhan were nowhere in sight.
“That wasn't hard.” Remy scanned the area across the river. He looked to the left at the tall dirt and rock infested embankment. “I think we lost them.”
Anastasia wasn't so sure. She looked up just in time to see the female jumping down at them. She tackled Anastasia and they both fell into the wild currents of the river.
Anastasia felt the coolness of the water streaming over her face and into her ears. It was an awkward position, knowing that neither of them would drown because Deamhan didn’t breathe. She pushed the female back and she jumped out of the water, just in time to see the male, also in midair, and his right leg connect with the side of her face.
She landed on the sandy shore, swallowing a handful of sand. She turned over to see the female towering over her with a raised stake. For a second Anastasia’s eyes filled with uncertainty. Stakes were meaningless, unless the female aimed for her heart. However, if the female's goal was to incapacitate her, she would strike elsewhere, leaving Anastasia alive for them to toy with.
Remy rushed toward the female but she immediately turned, burrowing the stake into his left shoulder. He stumbled back and the female grabbed the stake, dislodging it, and struck again, hitting just beneath his heart.
Anastasia found her chance to make her move. Brandishing her teeth, she bit down into the female's neck and she pulled back, ripping flesh from bone. Blood gushed from her wound and she fell to the sand. Again, Remy and Anastasia took off down the banks of the Mississippi River. The river curved and winded around, bringing them to another remote spot. This time a freeway ran on both sides of the river with a bridge slightly above them. Anastasia stopped, noticing that stars no longer dotted the sky. In the darkened horizon appeared a tint of red, signaling sunrise. She had to finish this now and get to Blind Bluff Manor. They climbed the embankment and approached the freeway. They ran through the traffic, dodging semi-trucks, cars, and other passing vehicles until they made it to the other side.
Remy held his chest and he bent over. “Good thing these Deamhan can't aim to save their life.” He coughed.
Anastasia examined his wound. “You'll heal.”
They heard the swift steps of the two Deamhan approach them. Again the male launched himself at them but Anastasia tossed him aside. He slammed into a nearby abandoned granary and Anastasia looked from the corner of her eye, seeing the female raise her stake, aiming for Remy's back.
Anastasia quickly moved and she caught the female by her wrist before the stake made its impact. With her other hand she plunged her fist through the female's chest, reaching her heart. The female's eyes widened and she snarled before Anastasia ripped her heart from her chest. The Ramanga dropped to the ground and her body slowly began to dissolve into a puddle of blood, dust, and bone fragments.
Anastasia turned her attention to their male attacker, watching him limp toward them.  Dark blood poured from his mouth and a long piece of wood protruded from his stomach. She walked calmly over to him. His heavy eyes wavered.  “You failed.” She plunged the stake into his heart and nonchalantly she returned back to Remy, uninterested in watching the Deamhan's body wither away.
In the distance she heard a male’s voice coming from a small house on a hill. The front door opened and she saw the outline of a farmer gripping a shotgun in hand.
“Let's get going. We don't have much time.” She wrapped Remy's arm around her shoulder. She took one final look at the remains of their two attackers before sprinting in Deamhan speed for Blind Bluff Manor.



About the Author:        

Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California while in the Navy. She now resides in Texas with her two cats, a pit bull dog, and two guinea pigs. Dark Curse is the second book in the Deamhan Chronicles.


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Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Hot Lunch Series Omnibus by ER Pierce






The Hot Lunch Series Omnibus
ER Pierce

Genre: Erotic Romance

Publisher: Fused Publishing
ASIN:  

Word Count: 36K
Cover Artist: ER Pierce

The Hot Lunch Series

Eating Out

Samantha Baker isn't interested in being another notch on Ryan Fellows bedpost, but she can't deny he's got style, charisma, and prowess. When he invites her to have lunch out of the blue, she finds she can't ignore the way his eyes caress her, nor the way he seems to know exactly what she needs...

Contains references to light BDSM in the form of a spanking, and Samantha must call Ryan "Sir."

Hot or Cold

Ryan and Samantha are back, and steamier than ever...

Samantha Baker spies a present waiting on her desk when she arrives at work one morning, and her heart skips a beat as she realizes it's from Ryan. What sexual escapes does he have in store for her this time?

Can Ryan give up his rigid restraint and schedules in favor of impulse and passion?

Will Samantha be the one to make him lose control?


Table for Two

The third installment of the Hot Lunch Saga is here! Will Ryan and Samantha work out their differences, come together and find love? Or will their pasts tear them apart? The erotic romance continues...

Ryan and Samantha met at work and started a lunch time affair in Eating Out that quickly morphed into a sexy relationship in Hot or Cold. Now in Table for Two, they must decide if their past baggage is worth the risk, or whether they should go their separate ways.

After the events in Hot or Cold, Samantha finds herself alone, confused, and pissed off. Ryan is nowhere to be found, and she goes to great lengths in Table for Two to track him down and make him see reason.

Room 306

Philip Tanner has one rule: Don't mix work with pleasure.

His strict no dating at the workplace policy has always served him well, that is, until recently when a sultry brunette started haunting his every fantasy in the form of family attorney: Katie Riley.

Katie Riley has a secret crush.

Her best friend Samantha knows she's infatuated with a certain prosecutor, but she's held back her passion out of respect for her friends new relationship. However, she can't help craving the one thing she told herself not to want: Philip Tanner.

Now she's tired of ignoring her carnal desires and she's about to present him with a case he won't be able to refute.

Room 69

Philip Tanner broke his only rule and mixed business with pleasure, in the delectable form of Katie Riley, and now he has a choice to make. Should he date and woo her, or try to flush her from his system for good?

Katie Riley isn't sure she wants more than a one night stand with the sexy prosecuting District Attorney, Philip Tanner. She's afraid he may be the one man with the power to break her heart.

Will she put her case on the line in order to stake her claim?

About the Author:

I live in New England with my husband, four children, one cat, and a billion chickens. I'm addicted to dark chocolate and smoothies – even in the winter. I’ve recently turned away from coffee in favor of tea. You can find me at my website, on Facebook, and tweeting randomness on Twitter.

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