Monday, 28 November 2016

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THE SEVENTH PRINCESS

Worldsea Era #1

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In every generation a Princess is born to each island of Sawaiki, blessed with the power to control a single aspect of the natural world. Namaka’s power is arguably the most valuable of them all--in a world of archipelagos and endless ocean, she control the seas themselves.
The mer people of the Worldsea despise her for this power over their domain, all the more so because she can barely control her gift. At war amongst themselves, they harness this uncontrolled power by possessing Namaka with a mermaid spirit--turning her into one of them. As Namaka struggles to accept this new existence, she’s faced with conflict above the waves and war below. And if she cannot control her powers, both her worlds face annihilation.
Fans of mythology and Hawaiian gods should not miss this adventure.






THE BURNING PRINCESS

Worldsea Era #2

worldsea-2Passions flare and adventure erupts.
The explosive Princess of Flame, Pele, is on a mission. Her half-demon father has terrorized the Big Island long enough, burning and killing people for no crime worse than living. Even if Pele didn’t have an obligation to protect her people, she knows she has to stop her father’s reign of terror.
But Pele has more problems than just her father. A dark spirit haunts the site of her father’s last attack, a ghost even the kahuna cannot seem to banish. And now visitors arrive on the Big Island--unwelcome foreigners and the volatile Sea Princess herself. Pele cannot allow them to wreak the same devastation on her island they did on Namaka’s.
Each of these dangers demands attention. If the ghost is left alone it will become a Nightmarcher, a nightmare more dangerous to the people than even her father. The half-demon may hold a key to dispelling it, but his power far outweighs Pele’s. And the mermaid Princess wants something from the Big Island, something with the power to change the course of life on Sawaiki. Whatever that may be, it might be Pele’s best chance to save her island.





THE SNOW PRINCESS

Worldsea Era #3

worldsea-3The mountain peaks are freezing. She is colder still.
The Sea Princess is determined to drive the he’e from the mer capital. Namaka’s people have lost battle after battle, never able to stand up to the might of the octopus god-king’s army and magical powers. To win the war, Namaka turns to the brutal nanaue--weresharks feared by mer and he’e alike.
But the nanaue live on the island of the Snow Princess, Poliahu, a sorceress quick to anger. If Namaka is to succeed in recruiting the weresharks, she must first deal with this new Princess and her powers of mist and cold.
Poliahu doesn’t care about nanaue or he’e or politics. Her passion is the Art, taught to her by the snow spirits who raised her. Driven ever deeper into the Art, Poliahu is determined to become a sorceress unlike any other in history. She’s poised to do it, too, as long as she can keep the power of the Art from consuming her.






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About Matt Larkin

matt-larkinMatt Larkin is an American fantasy and science fiction author. He lives in Florida with his wife Juhi and daughter Kiran. With a background in philosophy and publishing, Matt started a small press dedicated to top notch speculative fiction. He adores mythology and history, passions he conveys through his mythic fantasy novels. His works include the Skyfall Era, the Ragnarok Era, the Worldsea Era, and Sins of Angels.





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Saturday, 26 November 2016

~*NEW RELEASE*~ Michael's Soul Mate: A Steamy BBW Vampire Romance by Lorelei Moone

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Michael’s Soul Mate: A Steamy BBW Vampire Romance

by Lorelei Moone Vampires of London, #2 Publication Date: November 26, 2016 Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance, BBW, Erotic, Romance
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Synopsis: Some vampires have trouble figuring out how they want to spend eternity, but playboy Michael Odell isn’t one of them. He knows exactly what he wants: fine wines and beautiful women fuel his passion and he’s made it his mission to sample as many of either as he can. Fate has other ideas. One night, on his way home, Michael discovers a woman lying face-down in an alley, who is losing the fight to live. There’s only one way of saving her: The Ritual. Little does Michael know that this little act of mercy is going to change his life forever and before long he finds himself falling for the curvy stranger. Anna doesn’t remember how she ended up discarded at death’s door in a dark alley, only that she woke up there. She doesn’t even know her last name. After coming face-to-face with her gorgeous rescuer, she passes out again and finds herself in a lavish mansion with a new lease on eternal life. Who - or more importantly, what - is she now? And the people who tried to kill her - why were they after her? Anna is determined to figure it all out for herself. But before her questions are answered, she has to learn that even in this new immortal existence, it’s good to have friends - and perhaps a lover - by your side.
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Michael buttoned up his woolen overcoat as he stepped outside. It was a starless night; the dense cloud cover had made sure of that. There was a certain electricity in the air, which to him suggested it might be about to start snowing. Michael took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Yes, something was definitely coming. Could that be what had made him feel off for most of the night? The frosty air surrounding the bar he'd just left seemed heavy with a great many aromas. Things that humans might never notice; for example, the scent of what remained of the fallen autumn leaves from that one tree down the street. Michael turned to face the opposite direction. Chinatown was at least a mile away, but he could smell the restaurants from here. He was tempted to stretch his legs a little and sprint home as fast as only a vampire could, but the roads were still too busy. He couldn't risk someone watching him as he seemingly disappeared into thin air. The Council didn't take kindly to vampires exposing themselves to humans at the best of times. Ever since the big showdown between Michael's friend and mentor Alexander and Council leader Julius, they'd been under extra scrutiny. Julius would jump at the chance to punish Michael for supporting Alexander. Things had really changed a lot in a short period of time, and not entirely for the better. Michael opened his eyes again, resigned to the fact that he would either have to hail a cab or walk home at an excruciatingly slow, much more human-like pace. He started to walk roughly in the direction of Hyde Park. If he found a quiet spot, he might still indulge himself in a little fun. As he crossed the busy street ahead, his nose caught a whiff of something unexpected, something metallic. Blood. His instincts took over. He turned on his heel and sped up a little as he followed the smell. A low whimper urged him to speed up even further, but he couldn't risk going any faster if he didn't want to make a spectacle of himself. There was a dark passageway in between two large office buildings. He made his way through and found himself in a quiet courtyard, which housed a number of large garbage bins. A woman's foot peeked out from in between them. No human would have been able to see it in the dark, but Michael could. Her breaths were labored and becoming shallower, and her heartbeat was slowing. Michael pushed one of the bins aside and kneeled beside the woman, who lay face-down on the ground. It was obvious to him now; she was barely clinging on to life. He carefully turned her onto her back. Her lips had a purple tinge and her skin looked dry and unusually pale for a human. The two dark marks on her neck spoke volumes. She'd been drained. For but a split second, her eyelids fluttered open. She seemed to see him and opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came. Then she slipped back into unconsciousness. Michael tensed up. He ought to leave, pretend he never found her. The last thing he needed was for someone to find him here, standing over a dying woman who had clearly been attacked by one of his own. But he couldn't bring himself to leave. How pretty she was, how fragile, as she clung to her last shred of humanity. Why had she ended up like this? Killing was against the rules. And discarding a drained body out in public where it could so easily be discovered? That was sacrilege. His mind raced. Too many questions, not enough answers. Michael gazed down at her face; the slightly parted lips, despite their unnatural color, still looked full and luxurious. As did the rest of her, actually. She made a beautiful corpse. Such a waste. This woman would have been a sight to behold before someone had decided to take her life for themselves. He ran the back of his index finger along the side of her face. She twitched slightly, seemingly in reaction to his touch, causing him to pull away again. No, he would not leave her, discarded among these bins of office refuse. This wasn't the end she deserved. Michael closed his eyes and tried to focus. Her heartbeat had become irregular, as though her body was giving up the fight. If he didn't hurry, there wouldn't be any life left to save. Before he fully realized what he was doing, Michael nicked a vein in his wrist and pressed the newly created wound against her lips. "Drink," he whispered. She was too far out of it, so he couldn't compel her to listen, but that wouldn’t stop him. Then, he picked up one of her arms and brought it to his own lips. He waited for what felt like forever. Was she too far gone already? "Drink or you'll die!" he urged again, fully aware she likely couldn't even hear him. Still, as more and more of his blood trickled out of the gash in his wrist, there was a subtle change in her. Her heartbeat seemed to strengthen. Her breaths became more controlled. And then, out of nowhere, her free hand jerked up to grab his wrist and press it tightly against her mouth. Finally, she drank in deep gulps as her body tried to recover what it had lost. That was his cue. He bit into the wrist he'd been holding already and allowed himself the smallest of tastes. That completed the cycle. The Ritual was done. She became still again and let go of his arm, her hand flopping down onto her stomach. Her eyes had remained shut throughout; she probably hadn't even realized what had just happened. He'd barely realized it too; he'd been acting purely on instinct. Now, as he stood up and inspected the smeared blood on his wrist, it hit him. He'd performed the Ritual. He'd created another vampire—tried to, anyway. That was something he'd vowed he'd never take as lightly as his own maker had. She wasn't out of the woods yet; in fact, he wouldn't know if she'd even survive the change until the following night, but for some strange reason, he'd jumped in and impulsively made the biggest decision of his immortal life so far. Things would never be the same again.
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IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ANOTHER SEXY VAMPIRE WHO FINDS HIS FOREVER MATE, DON'T MISS ALEXANDER'S BLOOD BRIDE, BOOK #1 IN THE STEAMY VAMPIRES OF LONDON SERIES!

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Synopsis: Cat has never been a social butterfly. The only reason she even agreed to go to the stupid Halloween party was because her friend and room mate Shelly wanted to attend. When she gets spooked upon almost falling into bed with the host, she’s convinced it was all a big mistake. And what’s worse, now people are stalking her wherever she goes! Alexander Broderick has been hosting his annual Halloween parties for over a century. While his contemporaries use them as an excuse to engage in all kinds of debauchery, his own motives are more benign. He wants to converse, to get a feel for the times they live in through its people. But when Cat walks into his house, he forgets himself and is compelled to seduce her. There’s only one problem: she’s a so-called Blood Bride - a mortal woman whose blood smells so delicious that every vampire in town wants to drain her. He knows he’s the only one wanting to keep her safe, but can’t act as long as she wants nothing to do with him. And then there’s his own growing hunger to contend with. Can he protect her from the rest of the vampire community, as well as his own lethal cravings? It’s the ultimate forbidden romance; the love between a mortal and a vampire. What is it that makes flirting with death so utterly tempting? Read on and find out.
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ABOUT LORELEI MOONE

Lorelei Moone
Lorelei Moone is an up-and-coming author of paranormal romance based in London. A lover of all things sweet, and caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.

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Friday, 25 November 2016

#FREE Where Love Went: Holiday Special by Lindsay Detwiler

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I’m a woman of many talents and I use them well. I fuck ‘til my hearts content and with whoever I want. Whore, slut… yeah, that’s me. But when you’ve been through what I have? You’d understand. 

Being a senior at CSU isn’t exactly amazing, the work is shit and the girls are bitchy. None of them know how to let loose, they judge me, call me names and look at me like I’m worthless. At least I’m honest about who I am, those girls are just like me, they just won’t admit it.

Back in my junior year I screwed with a football player, a guy so hot that your panties combust with just one look from him. My rule of never going back to the same guy twice stops me from entering that territory again. Hey, not that I really want to. Me and Dante, we hate each other. Some say we clash and are too much alike, others say we had a sour relationship. Got to love the rumour mill, right? I hate him for trying to be me; claiming to be the big player on campus but really he’s just a pawn in mine. But that doesn’t stop my head and my body from wanting him, needing him. Every woman wants him and I’m not completely immune, but I know the game and I play it fucking well.

I’ll score more notches in my bed post than him, I’ll be the one laughing when he falls from his high and mighty throne. But are we a volcano ready to erupt? Are we really just two peas in the same pod? Are we fucking other people to get each other out of our system? I’m not sure I care; I just know I need distance from everything that’s Dante.




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Lucii is your typical British girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer arrives! She lives at home with her 3 year old daughter, where they spend the day watching Frozen and playing playdoh.

She started off as a regular person, job, home life, health issues and a love of reading. After reading the Fifty shade phenomenon, she went onto social media to seek other authors writing the same or similar genres. She entered a world she didn’t know existed and went on to open a successful blog.

Inspiring dreams took a back burner while she learned the book community and met a bunch of amazing authors and readers alike.

A year later she decided to start writing, hoping against hope that her friends and fellow readers will like what she brings to the table.


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New Adult and Contemporary romance author Abigail Davies grew up with a passion for words, story telling and anything pink. Dreaming up characters and talking to them out loud is a daily occurrence for Abigail. She finds it fascinating how a whole world can be built with words alone, and how everyone reads a story differently. Now following her dreams of writing, Abigail has set out on the crazy journey of being an author. When she’s not writing, she’s a mother to two daughters, who she encourages to use their imagination, as she believes that it’s a magical thing. Abigail loves to get lost in a good book and is rarely far away from her kindle.

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Thursday, 24 November 2016

~*RELEASE BLITZ*~ Blame it on the Shame by Ashley Jade



Title : Blame It On The Shame Part 2 
Author : Ashley Jade 







"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."


I've fallen in love with Lou-Lou.
And I'll stop at nothing to keep her away from you.


But there's one thing I never counted on...

The moment when our 'truths' would turn into lies.


I thought Bruno DeLuca was our biggest threat.

I was wrong.

Because the fire burning between us—would end up destroying us. 


And killing me. 


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People think love conquers all.

What they don't know is that for some of us...it comes at a price.

The ultimate price.

Sometimes, love can end up wrecking you—instead of saving you.

Sometimes, love can quickly turn to hate.

And sometimes...even after you've killed your demons—there's still one more that comes to the surface.

"There are two sides to every story...this is ours." 


Warning: Due to strong language, some violence, explicit sexual content, and some dark elements, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

*Trigger Warning*: Any readers with sensitivity to dark reads should proceed with caution and at their own risk.



You've been warned.

Author's Note: This is part two of a three-book series. (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo's story.)
However, in order to truly enjoy Lou-Lou and Ricardo's story, it is advised you read 'Blame It on the Pain' first as this story will follow the same timeline.




I don't know where he is...but I know he's close. I open my eyes and blink rapidly due to the rain coming down much harder now.
Tingles erupt on my skin and the air thickens when I look ahead and see the outline of him walking. Only he's not walking toward me, he's walking away from me. He must have just left.
When he takes another step, I realize he's not actually walking at all...he's stumbling.
He holds his arm out, bracing himself against the alley wall briefly and I continue to watch him. He waits a beat and attempts to walk again, but stumbles...even worse this time.
I've never seen Ricardo so out of sorts before. Panic jams in my chest with my next thought. Oh, god. What if he's hurt? What if someone attacked him?
And just like that, I'm running as fast as I can to get to him. Since he's less than a block away, I catch up quickly.
His back is turned to me but I reach for his arm as he begins to sway.
His arm twitches and I can feel the chords of his muscles begin to tighten.
Shit, he's going to take a swing. He hates being touched.
“It's just me,” I say quickly. “Only me.”
“I know it's you.” His voice comes out slurred and gruff.
“Are you okay?”
He yanks his arm away. “I'm fine. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your help.”
I force myself to ignore the sharp sting of his words before slowly backing away from him.
He falls against the alley wall and hangs his head. “Christ, I hate it when Tyrone's right. I'm never drinking again.”
“Famous last words,” I say before I can stop myself.
Memories of the day we first met and when he said those very same words to me begin to play through my head like a slideshow...
At least, until his head snaps up and he shoots me a look so threatening the entire world stops. “Fuck you,” he spews. 







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