Monday, May 26, 2014

Spotlight TO DREAM OF A HIGHLANDER by Samantha Holt #Fantasy #Romance #Giveaway!


Title – To Dream of a Highlander Series – Highland Fae Chornicles #2 Author – Samantha Holt Genre – Historical Romance Publication Date – 11th April 2014 Length (Pages/# Words) – 65000 Cover Artist – Kim Killion

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Sent on a rescue mission, Finn Mac Chaluim is prepared to do his duty, hand over the lass and return home.

But fate has other ideas.

In the midst of a Norse invasion, Catriona barely escapes with her life. Masquerading as her sister, she finds herself in the hands of Finn who intends to hand her over to her sister’s betrothed, Laird Gillean. In the interests of bringing peace to her home, Catriona is determined to continue the ruse—even if it means going along with the marriage and denying her growing attraction to a man who keeps his hurts hidden behind a quick grin.

If the green faery, Tèile, has anything to do with it, Catriona and Finn will come together—but only at the right time. Thanks to her last attempt at matchmaking, many paths were changed and now it’s up to her to put it right. Can she help Finn— who learned the hard way that sharing your life with someone only leads to heartache—get past his doubts? And will the battle-scarred Catriona even accept him into her heart? When Laird Gillean’s attentions toward Catriona become dangerous, both Finn and Tèile will find they have an uphill battle on their hands.


Like many a night, he found himself gazing up at her window. Warmth radiated from it. She would be in a chemise, the thin material moulding to her breasts. Unbound hair likely spiralled over her shoulders. Mayhap she had washed and her skin remained dewy and ebony curls clung to her face. A shudder swept through him and his blood boiled. He gripped the pommel of his sword. Lord, give me strength.

A movement sent his heart into his throat. His jaw dropped as Katelyn leaned out of the window. Sure enough, white cotton hugged her arms and her hair hung loose. Candlelight surrounded her in a fuzzy halo like an angel. She gazed out into the night, entrancing him. How he longed to know what she was thinking.

Did she think of him? Her gaze snapped down, locking onto him. He peered around, realising the torchlight on the walls revealed him. Breath imprisoned in his throat, he met her challenge. Stance strong, chin lifted, he stared her out, waiting for her to crumble and retreat. The air around him became cloying and thick while his pulse pounded sickeningly. His arousal grew painful.

Abruptly, she turned away, broke the connection and left him panting and weak. He dropped his shoulders. Damnation. A moment to relieve himself was called for. Should he return to his chambers or just suffer it, like some kind of penance for a desire he should not have?

Swivelling, he stomped down the steps into the courtyard. He paused and gritted his teeth. Time alone would not cure him of her. And wine held no appeal any longer. He was lost.

The hall doors opened and a figure came barrelling out. He nearly cursed aloud when he realised it was Katelyn. Her chemise flowed around her legs, barely covered by a thin robe. He noted her bare feet and cursed properly this time. What was the lass doing outside in such a state?

Before he managed to ask her as much, she flung her arms around him and flattened a desperate kiss to his lips. He caught on quickly. With a growl, he bundled her to him, shaking hands splayed over her back and in her hair.

“Hell fire, Katie,” he murmured as he took another kiss from her. Breaking away, he glanced around and shook his head. “What are ye doing? Anyone could see. Gillean could see.”

“I care not,” she whispered. When she leaned up for a kiss, he released her, snatched an arm and dragged her over to the stables. One more frantic glance around and he shoved her into the doorway and pressed her against the wall. No candlelight greeted them here, only the glow from the torches outside permeated the building, slipping through the gaps between the wood. It was enough. He saw all he needed. Once more he speared his fingers under her hair, unable to resist those glossy lips, slick from his kisses. Katelyn whimpered when he captured her mouth and curled her fingernails into his back.

“Ye play a dangerous game, lass,” he muttered against her mouth.

She tugged against the hold he had on her hair and eyed him. “I am no’ afeared of Gillean.”

“Ye are, ye cannae lie to me. But I mean with me. Ye play with fire here.”

“I need ye, Finn. I am no’ afeared of ye either. I’m willing to risk getting burned.”

“Ach, we shall both be burned. No good shall come of this.” His chest heaved at the enormity of it all, at what she said. He’d always known he was secretly weak. His bold endeavours and brash behaviour covered his fears. When others saw a warrior, Katelyn saw him for who he was. Weak for her.

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Samantha lives in a small village in England with her gorgeous twin girls and husband who is a trained bodyguard and ex-soldier. She traditionally writes historical romances involving chivalrous knights and hot highlanders, but occasionally dabbles in contemporary romance.


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Saturday, May 17, 2014

Fantasy Erotic Romance by Tamsin Baker STORM CLOUDS #M/F #F/F #F/F/M

Today it's my pleasure to welcome the lovely Tamsin Baker to my blog to showcase her latest release, Storm Clouds.

Storm Clouds by Tamsin Baker

Fantasy M/F Erotic Romance with F/F and F/F/M scenes.


Nayla is United to her beautiful unicorn Bronte. She knows the legends and is waiting for the United pair that will complete their life. When Gorvan arrives with Seinna, his United, she knows instantly he's her soul mate. But Gorvan is stubborn and scared. He wants to keep moving from town to town and doesn’t believe Naylaa about their need for one another. Naylaa must make him see it... before greed and stubbornness tears them and their beloved unicorns apart forever.


A soldier on night watch stepped out to greet them, surprising Naylaa and making her jump back into Bronte's side.

 It's alright, Naylaa. 

Bronte's voice calmed her and Naylaa saw the guard's eyes widen in awe, despite the pitch black night.

"They are expecting you," he stammered.

Naylaa had walked slowly down the path to the town, unwilling to give into the fears haunting her. Her palms had been sweating as she ran her hands through Bronte's mane, her legs shaking as she had moved.

Let's go. The words and an impatient head butt made her walk faster. At least one of them was certain of the decision.

Nodding her head at the second guard, she walked through the open door and across the court yard, remembering the way.

Another soldier opened the main door for them and they stepped into the antechamber, filled with candlelight. The King sat on a chair outside his wife's bedroom, and jumped to his feet when he saw them.

"You came," he cried out in excitement, his hands fluttering by his sides. "You both came," he repeated, quieter this time as his eyes widened again as he took in Bronte's form. Few people ever saw a unicorn.

Naylaa stopped a few feet away and felt Bronte's bulk press against her as he moved up next to her, his head held high. The tension within his strong body transferred to hers and she placed a calming hand on his back.

I can smell her. 

"Go into that room, Bronte." The stallion walked past the quivering King and whinnied loudly. Bronte tossed his head restlessly.

I need to help. 

Naylaa closed her eyes as the pain Bronte transmitted through their bond, lanced through her. All unicorns were made to heal other creatures, but they also felt their pain as if it were their own. It was a double edged sword.

 She is so close to death. 

Naylaa frowned, were they too late?

"Is he alright?" The King asked startled by the noise Bronte was making.

"Bronte wants to help. He doesn't like seeing people sick."

The King waited a moment, his breath quickening before he asked the question she knew was looming.

 "Then why doesn't he help you more often? Why isn't he in town?"

"Your Highness, you know why. If I could trust the people not to touch him or hurt him, I would. But I can't, and I won't subject Bronte to that sort of stress." She stalked straight past the King, annoyed enough to want to shove him. How dare he make her feel selfish for keeping Bronte to herself?

 "Thank you for coming." The Queen pulled herself up and into a sitting position, her eyes bulging as she watched the black unicorn maneuver himself into position. Bronte moved his large body and head around so he was facing the sick Queen. He then lowered his head and offered his horn to the suffering woman.

Tell her to touch me. 

The Queen glanced at Naylaa, fear and wonder in her pale green eyes.

 "Just reach out and run your hand down his horn. You will feel a tingle, then we will wait whilst you both rest."

"I won't hurt him?" The Queen began lifting her pale and bony hand, the effort to move even that small amount showing in her strained face.

"No, but he will be depleted. We will need to rest here for a little while."

The Queen ran her fingertips over the grooves in Bronte's horn and it began to glow, Naylaa shuddered. She could feel the Queen's sickness in the pit of her stomach.

I'm alright, Naylaa. 

She felt Bronte gather his power and push it out of his body towards the sick woman touching him.

The Queen gasped and grabbed Bronte's horn, her firm grip intensifying his power. He snuffled and snorted again, his big body quivering in both excitement and physical strain.

So ill. 

Naylaa gasped and pressed her back to the bedroom wall, sliding to the floor as her legs gave out. Bronte was saving them both. She hadn't been sure he would be able to. She could feel his choice to give the queen enough energy not only for herself, but for her unborn child.

The King rushed forward when the Queen moaned and arched her back.

"No, don't touch her." Naylaa screamed at the King in desperation, putting both hands out to him.

The King stopped just before he reached the bed, his fists clenching at his sides.

"Bronte is saving the Queen and your baby. He needs more time." Her head was spinning now. Her connection to Bronte was never more obvious to anyone who cared to look, than at this very moment.

The Queen moaned again, then let go of Bronte's horn and fell back against her pillows. The unicorn whinnied and sank slowly to the floor.

She will heal.

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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Vampire Rock Band SEX WITH STRINGS by @ShonaHusk #Erotic #PNR

It's my pleasure to welcome my good friend and fellow WA author Shona Husk to my blog today, to showcase Sex with Strings her anthology featuring the four novellas of the vampire rock band, Lucinda's Lovers.

Sex with strings

Four Vampires, one rock band. What happens on tour doesn't always stay on tour. The ancient vampire musicians of Lucinda's Lovers specialize in one-night stands with rock groupies, but sometimes backstage quickies turn into passionate nights and long-term lovers. Includes the novellas Kissing Phoenix, Tasting Thanatos, Sharing Sirius and Enchanting Absinthe

 Kissing Phoenix
 When Lilith fell into lust with musician Aidan she never expected it to
last. And she was right. Her doctor has given her months to live, and
telling Aidan is the hardest thing she's ever done.

Aidan has been keeping his own secret. He is Vampire...but he can't
turn Lilith and save her. The solution he proposes is illegal and
dangerous and breaks every rule set up to protect non-humans from
humans. He doesn't care. He will do anything to save the woman he loves.

Discovering the kiss of a Vampire and reveling in the erotic thrill,
Lilith realizes her feelings are deeper than lust. But is giving up her
humanity worth it?

Tasting Thanatos
 Etienne, sometimes known as Thanatos, wants to feel again.
Anything--pain, pleasure, hunger, thirst. He lost all sensation after
being tortured during the French Revolution. His quest has led to a
love of body piercing and delivers him into the hands of lovely but
aloof fellow Vampire Maria.

Maria avoids her kind, and represses the urge to drink the blood of her
lovers. The first time she bit, she killed, and she's terrified of
making the same mistake again. Instead she finds satisfaction through
piercing. Until Etienne lays down a challenge--make me feel.

He wants her to take him in every way, to mark his soul. And to do
that, Maria must embrace every part of her vampire nature.

Sharing Sirius

I n ancient Vampires, boredom can literally kill. When Jack sees Owen
beginning to succumb, he knows he is no longer enough. Owen needs the
blood of another lover to survive. So Jack turns to Katya, hoping she
can entice Owen into living again.

At first Katya denies her lust to her boss, even though she's wanted
him for years. With Jack promising to look the other way, she has a
scorching-hot encounter with Owen.

Owen doesn't want to admit what is happening to him. He doesn't want to
cheat and break Jack's heart, and yet he can't resist Katya. But Katya
and Jack have their own sexy plan. And neither of them intend to lose

Enchanting Absinthe

Claire Winters is two days away from taking her place in the Shamanic
Council's Genetic Protection Program. To keep the fragile bloodline
strong, every Shaman female must have one pure Shaman child. Tonight
she wants one last fling and she has the lead violinist of Lucinda's
Lover in her sights--even though lustful liaisons with Vampires are
strictly forbidden.

Absinthe has shunned long term relationships for so long he's not sure
he knows how to do anything but one-night stands. A forbidden hybrid of
Shaman and Vampire, he has the ability to draw up power during shows
and enchant people--usually women--out of their panties. But when he
chooses Claire and a quickie backstage turns into a passionate night he
can't forget, he isn't sure who was enchanting who.

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edge of the Indian Ocean. Blessed with a lively imagination she spent
most of her childhood making up stories. As an adult she discovered
romance novels and hasn't looked back. Drawing on history and myth, she
weaves new worlds and writes heroes who aren't afraid to get hurt while
falling in love.

With stories ranging from sensual to scorching, she write paranormal,
sci-fi, fantasy and contemporary romance.

Monday, May 12, 2014

Celebrity, kickboxing, friendship & secrets @sarahantz WILL THE REAL ABI SAUNDERS PLEASE STAND UP #YA

Today I'm delighted to showcase the new release from my good friend, Sara Hantz. Her YA, WILL THE REAL ABI SAUNDERS PLEASE STAND UP is out with Entangled. Look at the awesome cover!


Abi Saunders might be a kickboxing champion, but when it comes to being the center of attention, she’d rather take a roundhouse kick to the solar plexus any day. So when her trainer convinces her to audition to be the stunt double for hot teen starlet Tilly Watson, Abi is shocked—and a little freaked out—when she gets the job.

Being a stunt double is overwhelming, but once the wig and makeup are on, Abi feels like a different person. Tilly Watson, to be exact. And when Tilly’s gorgeous boyfriend, Jon, mistakes Abi for the real star, Abi’s completely smitten. In fact, she’s so in love with her new life, it isn’t long before she doesn’t have time for her old one.

But when the cameras are turned off, will she discover running with the Hollywood A-list isn’t quite the glamorous existence she thought it was?

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Originally from the UK, Sara now lives on the Gold Coast with her husband and two children. In her spare time she loves going to the movies, watching TV, walking on the beach, and playing with her gorgeous Labrador.

Tuesday, May 06, 2014

YA Urban Fantasy THE CHANGELING by @KRWilburn The Siofra Chronicles #Giveaway!


Title – Changeling 

Series – The Siofra Chronicles 

Author – K.R. Wilburn 

Genre – YA Urban Fantasy 

Publication Date – 5/2/14 

Length (Pages/# Words) – 239/ 80k words 

Publisher – Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

Cover Artist – Stephanie White of Steph’s Cover Designs

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All college Freshman Cassie Marshall has ever wanted was to be brave enough to find her own place in the world without her friends or family choosing for her. When she wakes up on her nineteenth birthday in a parallel world she feels she may have finally glimpsed her true purpose. She learns that she is a Changeling with the ability to pass through the Dreaming and into the Otherworld. Now she has one year to decide whether to forsake her destiny and remain a mortal, or to sever her ties to become an immortal Fae, standing guard over the dreams of sleeping humans.

When other changelings go missing, whispers of a dark and shadowy threat begin to spread through the Fae courts. There is an Erlking, an elf twisted by thousands of years trapped in the mortal world, hunting down the changelings where the Fae can’t protect them and draining the magic from their souls. Cassie is thrown into a race against time to decide what she wants most before it finds her and devours her soul and takes away her choices for good.



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"Cassandra," the strange man called, his voice deep and melodic at the same time. My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name on his lips. "I am so glad you’re finally here." He walked toward me, all grace and easiness, and I had to remind myself to breathe, chiding myself for being nervous about a strange man in a dream.

"Do I know you?" I asked as he stopped in front of me and smiled down at me familiarly. I frowned at him. He was taller than I was, my head not quite reaching his chin, and I had to look up at him, resisting the urge to stretch onto my toes to get a better look at his eyes.

"Not yet," he admitted, "but I have been waiting for you nonetheless. My name is Aleksander. I am your Caomhnóir."

"My what? What’s a kweevrore?" I stumbled over the unfamiliar word, trying to mimic the way it had rolled off his tongue.

"Your Caomhnóir. Like a guardian or protector," he said, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth from the way I’d tested out the unfamiliar word.

"And what is it exactly you think you are guarding me from?” I asked, my eyes glancing suspiciously over the trees as the branches rustled with a breeze.

"I am not your guard, Cassandra.”  He smirked at me as if the thought of guarding me was somehow amusing. "I am your guardian, your mentor. I am here to guide you during your time here in Otherworld." He spread his arms wide and gestured to the lush landscape surrounding us.

I scowled. "Please don't call me Cassandra. Only my grandfather calls me Cassandra. "

"What would you like to be called then?"

"Call me Cassie," I said. "What is Otherworld?"

"All right then, Cassie. It’s hard to describe in mortal terms, but I will try," he said with a grin, reaching out and taking my hand in his.

I inhaled sharply when his hand touched mine. My palm tingled strangely, and a strange heat passed briefly between us. I wondered if he had felt it as well. He caught my gaze, his startled green eyes mirroring my own before he looked down at our hands, studying them.

I was sure he had felt that sizzle too.  I was starting to get curious. I couldn't recall ever actually feeling in my dreams before. Unless you counted my nightmares.  Somehow I always felt those as if they were real. Was this a nightmare?

When I thought about it, I realized that I shouldn't be able to taste the salt in the air or smell the woodsy aroma of the trees around us. I frowned with confusion. This dream was far too real for my taste, and it was starting to make my head hurt.

"The Otherworld is the land of the Fae," Aleksander explained patiently. He tucked my arm under his, turning and leading me down the beach. The waves swept gently up the beach and over my feet, deliciously warm and again bothering me because I knew that I shouldn't be able to feel the warmth.

"The Fae? You mean like faeries?” I asked finally, trying not to think too much about how disturbingly real it all was even as I relished the feeling of the warm water and the sand.  It had been so long since I had seen the ocean, and strange as this all was, I wasn’t in that dark clearing sniveling and waiting to be killed.

"The Fae are...well, for lack of a better term, yes, Faeries. We are what is left of the guardians of the realms of dreams."

He must have seen the look of confusion on my face because he patted my hand reassuringly, drawing me closer to his side as he led me across the glittering sand. My breath caught in my throat. Under any other circumstance, strolling down a beautiful beach hand in hand with a gorgeous man would be happy dream. Instead, I was overwhelmed and felt panic starting to build within me. My heart beat rapidly and my breath sped up as if adrenaline were beginning to flow.

"This place is our home. It lies outside of the mortal realm, on a different plane of existence, but one that runs parallel to it. I know that probably doesn't make any sense to you yet, but it will with time.”

"Are you seriously trying to tell me that I'm in some kind of alternate dimension here?” I asked, frustrated and confused.  “Oh man, I've got to lay off the Supernatural reruns before bed."

A different realm of existence? Those cheap grocery store cakes were off the shopping list permanently. All those preservatives had probably fried my brain. Becca was right. It was time to go organic. Science fiction and junk food obviously had dire consequences when combined.

"You are a Síofra,” he said, ignoring my outburst.

“Sheefra?” I repeated, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.  What weird language was he speaking?

He stopped and turned to face me so quickly that I walked into him. I could feel his breath on my cheeks as he looked down at me, bringing his hands to my upper arms and holding them gently as if bracing me for something important.

"You, Cassandra Matthews, are a changeling."



KR Wilburn was born in Northern California and has traveled the world with her family but currently calls Fairbanks Alaska home. A veteran of the United States Army, she began writing as stress relief and found she truly enjoyed it. As the mother of six children and the wife of her childhood best friend Ben she enjoys being able to hide away in the other worlds she creates. When she isn't writing, she is busy reading everything she can get her hands on and counting down the moments until she can find inspiration capturing the perfect Aurora through the lens of her Camera




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Monday, May 05, 2014

Dark Urban Fantasy ROMAN by @KennedyStreath Saints & Sinners #Giveaway!

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Title – Roman 

Series – Saints and Sinners 

Author – Kennedy Streath 

Genre – Dark Urban Fantasy 

Publication Date – 12/11/12 

Length (Pages/# Words) - 89935 

Publisher – PubRight 

Cover Artist – Poppet

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Benedict Nowak bailed on his marriage, taking his son with him but leaving behind his five year old daughter. He had his reasons. He had no idea they’d come back to haunt him.

TJ had come to terms with the mother she despised, making those small concessions that made life bearable. But her mother’s death changed everything.

Her brother, Anton, was the parent missing in TJ’s life, until he found a calling in violence, and left his sister at the mercy of shrinks and a mother with ice in her veins.

Roman Rincon was the juvie rescued by Father Marcus and placed in the care of Benedict Nowak. With his records sealed, no one knew what happened that fateful night when Roman was only fourteen. All Father Marcus knew was the boy had confessed to a crime not even the cops would talk about.

In the small coal mining town of Montville, two teens whose lives have been shattered beyond repair must find a way to cope … with school, with each other, with growing up marked as broken in a town dying under the weight of secrets and lies.

Warned off having anything to do with Roman, TJ is all too willing to agree, except for one little thing. The young man lives in the apartment above her father’s car repair business so avoiding him might be a problem.

As for Roman, he will take his secret to the grave, no matter what the cost.

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Forced into making decisions no young girl should ever make, TJ must deal with her conflicted feelings for a mother who cared only for her career and a father who turned his back on his responsibilities. When TJ’s mother dies, the teen must go live with a father who is a stranger, in a town dying under the weight of poverty and ethnic divisions. TJ’s father, Benedict Nowak, has given Roman Rincon sanctuary. Fresh out of three years in juvie, the only friend Roman has is Father Marcus. The priest convinced the court to remand the troubled teen to Benedict’s supervision. Roman has to keep his head down and his nose clean.

This excerpt is the scene when TJ finally gets to meet the elusive teen.


“Come on in, Roman. I want you to meet...” Ben waved in her direction, “…my daughter, TJ.”

The teen stared, eyes a flat obsidian, framed by impossibly long lashes, the thick brownish black brows creased into a single, disapproving line. Deepset, those eyes were all she could focus on, commanding her undivided attention.

Ben rattled on, “TJ stands for Theresa Jane…”

Throat dry, TJ mouthed a ‘hi’ but it died before her lips could form the word. To her surprise her father wasn’t filling in the blanks like she might have expected, spilling all her particulars.

No … her mother just passed. I’m all she has. Well, Tony also. But Tony’s gone, back to his unit. She’ll be going to the high school. We’ll see the prin—

Instead he’d turned back to his task, shoulders rigid with tension. TJ wondered why.

But then she looked closer at the man hiding behind a boy’s lean and lanky frame, at the sharp planes of his high cheekbones, the cruel set to lips just on the edge of full, a hint of a dimple offset by the tilt of his head that spoke to defiance and self-sufficiency.

The hoodie masked all but his face. Short sideburns shadowed by the fleece suggested raven dark hair. It wouldn’t be a surprise if he wore it long, perhaps in a tail. He wasn’t as tall as her father or Tony, maybe five eleven, but she’d thought him bigger the way he commanded a room, like he’d emptied it of air and filled it with his presence, something physical … and something not. That something seemed to hover in the air currents, leaving her feeling like cannon fodder in a bad horror movie.

She felt the catch in her lungs, the sensation of menace, but refused to look away. She knew all about turf wars from her mother: the legal kind with briefs and a quick wit, the other with self-actualization on each side of a tennis court, the advantage always Eleanore. Mostly she knew about negotiating. About trade-offs. Being bought. Staying out of the way. Rigging the balance sheet so losses looked less like failure and more like incremental skirmishes.

Eleanore cooked the legal ledgers to get what she wanted. TJ leaned toward a slightly different interpretation but both had understood a zero sum game.

Roman had that very special knowledge also. But one thing about him was different: he needed no one, he feared nothing. Of that she was one hundred percent sure.

When he turned away and left without a word, she and Ben breathed a sigh of relief.

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Kennedy Streath writes with gritty realism, exploring that intersect where the paranormal and the suspension of disbelief take a back seat to the power of the spirit and the raw edges of conflicted souls. He moves to the backbeat that’s a heartbeat, blending action, suspense and intensely sensual romance.

Kennedy lives in the country with horses to ground that spectre of disquiet that haunts us all and holds to a belief in the promise of the young and young at heart.






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Friday, May 02, 2014

Sizzle Down Under! Fab baskets of goodies for @bnovakauction from Aussie Authors #books & #critiques

This year is the tenth anniversary for the Brenda Novak On-line Auction for Diabetes research. Several fabulous Australian authors have put together two amazing baskets for the auction. Basket one offers two 10 page edits and one three chapter critique, and basket two is overflowing with 34 e-books from New York Times & USA Today bestselling author and many other award winning and nominated authors.

 Two Virtual Baskets from Down Under Authors! Click on the links below to bid on the Auction:

To check out the full list of books and services, hop over to my website - Brenda Novak Auction - where you'll see all the gorgeous covers in their full glory :-)