Cover ReveaL: Shadows in Waiting by Stewart Bint

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Title: In Shadows Waiting
Author: Stewart Bint
Genre: Paranormal, Horror

Young Simon Reynolds lives a bucolic life at his family home, White Pastures, surrounded by a loving family and a charming community. Simon finishes his A levels and looks forward to unwinding while his sisters work on their tans.

Meanwhile the tiny community of Meriton has been plagued by a spate of burglaries, and White Pastures seems to be next. A shadowy figure stalks the house, but the police can find no signs of an intruder.

Inspired by the author's real-life experience with the supernatural, In Shadows Waiting recounts a summer that changes the Reynolds' lives forever. As the summer progresses, the shadows take on an altogether more sinister implication, and White Pastures begins to reveal a terrifying secret.

The epicenter of an event that has scarred an entire community, White Pastures grows more and more dark, possessed by a shadow that yearns, a shadow that will not be denied. At White Pastures, someone will die -- but love never will.

Author Bio

Stewart Bint is a novelist, magazine columnist and PR writer. He lives with his wife Sue in Leicestershire in the UK, and has two children, Christopher and Charlotte. As a member of a local barefoot hiking group, when not writing he can often be found hiking barefoot on woodland trails.


Book Spotlight: The Daughters Lem by Nila Aamoth

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9781620157688-frontTitle: The Daughters Lem
Author: Nila Aamoth
Genre: Biographical / Memoir / Historical

The Daughters of Lem witnessed and survived the tragic event that forever transformed them. Orphaned, frightened, fiercely independent, the four sisters fought defiantly to raise themselves. But Lucille, Louise, and Nell Rose could not defeat the notion of a Lem bad seed; they chose to remain childless. Only Dorothy sought to achieve what she perceived to be a “normal” life as a wife and mother. In the process, she discovered her power as an independent woman. Her own three offspring became a new generation of the Daughters of Lem, and fortunate participants in their mother’s improbably joyful journey.

Author Bio

Nila Knack Aamoth wrote her first story at age four, and never stopped plying the pencil, the typewriter, and finally the computer keyboard. She began her journalism career in Houston, Texas, and owned two community newspapers in Michigan. For 25 years, she was editor and publisher of The Penasee Globe. "I figured my thoughts were more valuable than the traditional penny, so I called my weekly column A Nickel's Worth," she likes to joke. Those mostly light-hearted musings won her numerous state and national writing awards. Her insightful editorials, both humorous and serious, won the Michigan Press Association award for "Best Editorial" two years running. "I believed I could write about anything," she says. "But writing the incredible story of my own family was almost too heart-wrenching. I think I've finally grown up!"

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Book Spotlight: Dreams and Desires by Annette Gisby


Dreams and Desires 
by Annette Gisby
M/M Erotic Romance
Short Stories
Free at Smashwords until July 31 as part of the Summer Sale
Cover Design by Bayou Designs

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A bundle edition which includes The Doll House, Of Pets and Pleasures and The Prince's Guard, which are also available seperately.

The Doll House - where your fantasies are our pleasure...

Lucas has been married to David for four years and in that time they made a promise to always take time off work to spend their birthdays together.

This year is the first time David had broken that promise and Lucas is very disappointed when David has to go work.

He's shocked and even more disappointed when he discovers his present - a gift certificate for the exclusive club, The Doll House. A club where all your fantasies can come true.

But The Doll House is not all it seems and once there, Lucas gets the surprise of his life and a fantasy he had only ever dreamed of.

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Of Pets and Pleasures - is love for sale or only pleasure?

The native population of Terra Five have been enslaved by humans for centuries. Owning a pleasure slave is seen as a sign of status, but Sebastian Bennet has never felt the need to own a pleasure slave before. That all changes when he meets the handsome alien youth, Haleth, and decides he must have him for his own.

And as for Haleth, he has little choice in the matter - become a slave or eke out a miserable existence homeless on the streets of Terra Five.

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The Prince's Guard - can a prince find the strength to sumbit?

Prince Dashan has been used to getting things his own way, with servants to cater to his every whim. As the crown prince, it is essential that he is protected and he is followed everywhere by his bodyguard, Ryland. Dashan can't even head to a tavern with his friends without Ryland somehow turning up and spoiling his fun.

One night, Dashan disguises himself as a peasant and sneaks off to the brothel that he's heard rumours about - a brothel that caters for men who like men. The prince finds it difficult to admit to himself what his true desires are - he yearns to submit his will to someone else. And Ryland is just the man to show him what that truly means.

Cover Reveal: Unearthed by Lauren Stewart





Title: Unearthed
Series: The Heights, Volume 2
Author: Lauren Stewart
Genre:  Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Release Date: August 19, 2015
Word Count: 107,000
ISBN:  978-0-990334033
PRINT: 978-0-990334040


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“What would you give up for freedom?”
“Everything.”
“Even if it wasn't yours?”

For three years, Keira lived in hell on earth, kept and tortured by a psychopath. He should’ve killed her. Because now she’s looking for payback, to see his face when she shoves a stake into his chest, to feel his dust under her boot. Then she’ll finally be free…of everything but the memories, scars, and nightmares. Unfortunately, when a demon starts hunting the same prey, Keira’s life becomes less about getting revenge and more about fighting temptation.

For three tours above the earth’s crust, Davyn has been as close to heaven as a demon can be. In a few weeks, he’ll go home to be reforged, stripped of all the humanity he’s accumulated and be reminded of exactly what he is. Of course, in the depths of hell, nobody “finds themselves” through group therapy and happy pills. It’s not all bad news though—before he goes, at least he gets to kill a vampire. Maybe a human too, if that stubborn little hunter keeps getting in his way. After all, a nice ass can only buy so much of Davyn’s patience.

In this highly anticipated sequel to Unseen, two people from opposite sides of a war will discover the price of freedom and what they're willing to pay for it. But in the Heights, nothing is ever fair. For something they both want, one of them will pay with their eternity.

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The Heights not only protects the secrecy of vampires, shifters, demons, angels, and other supernaturals, it protects the humans unaware of the world hidden within their own.

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Davyn might be big, but he wasn’t slow. He moved towards the hunter, figuring she’d backup from the three-hundred-pound demon coming directly at her. Nope. She dropped to her knees and spun out of his path, almost fast enough. He swung his arm down, hitting her shoulder. The knife popped out of her grip and shot across the alley, landing with a “plop” into a puddle.

“Aww, did I break your toy?” he asked.

They both glanced at it, then each other. Simultaneously, they moved, except she didn’t go for the knife. She went for him.

What the fuck? On his way to the ground, he had his very first bout with shock. The little woman had grabbed both of his legs and squeezed, using his momentum and bulk against him. He landed face-first on the cement, so unprepared for the challenge that he hadn’t even put out his hands. The knife laid three feet away.

The hunter’s boot caught him under his chest and flipped him over. He grunted as she made a move, something more like what you’d see in a fake wrestling match than in an actual fight. She straddled him, her hands on his arms, her feet curled behind her holding his thighs to the ground.

 He’d been more intimidated by kittens. Even using all her weight, she was never going to keep him down. But he gave her props because she shouldn’t have been able to get him on his back at all.

Millennia of torture, tests, ordeals—physical and mental—and he’s outwitted by a girl with a stellar body and a crusty knife. Not his proudest moment. Okay, fun was over. If she had a moment, it was because he gave it to her.

“You can’t win this, puppet.”

“I don’t have to win,” she said breathlessly. “All I have to do is not lose.”

He shrugged one shoulder, throwing her off-balance enough to reach out and grab the knife. He hissed when his fingers met the blade, the salt burning like acid. She yelled and threw herself towards the weapon, but he wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from reaching it. He flipped it around in his hand so he held the handle and brought the blade to her throat.

“In case you missed it, this is you losing.”

She jerked away and rolled. He grabbed her by the only piece of clothing he could—what remained of her shirt. When it ripped apart in his hand, she stopped, arms curled in to cover her chest and eyes opened wide in shock.

“Seriously?” He laughed. “We’re trying to kill each other. I could’ve grabbed you by the throat and snapped it just as easily, but this is what freaks you out? Me seeing your…?” Oh shit, those were nice.

Nope. First thing’s first. With her hands and mind occupied, she didn’t even try to stop him when he wrapped a leg around her and used it to flip both of them over so he was on top of her and the blade was at her neck again. Now, what was that second thing?

Right. When his eyes lowered from her eyes to her mouth, she inhaled sharply. Her shield slipped for just a second, long enough to let him know exactly what she wanted. Same thing he did.

“Oh, puppet, don’t tempt me.” He felt his cock harden, his temperature go up a few notches. Even though she must have felt both changes, she didn’t flinch, her self-destructive desire only increasing. His gaze roamed lazily from her eyes and lips to where the blade dented the skin of her neck, down…

Their bodies fit together in a very pleasant, very unhealthy way.

Fuck. This was as stupid as it was dangerous. The salt had nothing on this. The harder his cock got, the hotter his entire body got. He geared himself up to get away from her. Her chest lifted with every shallow breath.

Hotter.

Just another second and he would get off her.

In a second.

She pressed her hips up against his.

Even hotter.

Thirty maybe.

“Another hot flash?” she asked.

He shot to his feet, tossing the knife at the wall, shattering it. “I could’ve fucking killed you.” Not with the knife or even on purpose. He’d lost control of his heat to a degree that should have made her boil.

“That’s for the tip, Captain Obvious.” After she’d gotten her feet, she touched the side of her neck where the blade had almost punctured her skin, her other arm across her breasts to hide them, instead just making it harder to look away.

“I wasn’t talking about the blade. Didn’t I—” He looked at the remnants of her pants, then at his. Melted pretty much everywhere they’d been touching. “Didn’t I burn you?”

“Oh please, you’re not that hot.” She looked down at her arms and chest. They were red, but not as much as they should’ve been. If she was entirely human. “Mind giving me my jacket?”

He grabbed it off the ground and tossed it to her, his breath coming faster, his mind a blur. He’d been right about how dangerous she was, and it had nothing to do with how well she fought.

It was way more than that. She could take his heat. Sure, if he turned himself all the way up, she would burn just like everything else he touched, but if he held back, just a little…

He wiped his mouth to hide the beginnings of a smile. Fuck, he could use her body to dispel his heat, vent through her. Nothing would catch fire or melt, and no one would even notice. It’d be almost as if he was free from hell, not tied to that horrible heat. He could go anywhere.

He looked at her. Just looked. He didn’t have to push into her mind to find what tempted her the way all demons above the crust avoided setting fires. Constantly having to look for something to use in people’s head, picking through their stupid thoughts to relieve the heat.

He didn’t need to do that with her. He could just…touch her, and she could take it. Take him. Her damage could be his freedom.

But nothing in their world came without danger, and he didn’t have to think too hard to figure out what it could be.

She shifted onto her other hip. “Are we going to fight or are you going to stand there staring at me?”

“We’re done here,” he said shakily. “But if you try to use salt on me again, I won’t be as forgiving.”

“Got it—no balls, no salt. Congratulations on your big win.”

This fight, sure. But every other way? Fuck no. He hadn’t won—she had.

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About the Author:

Lauren Stewart lives in Northern California with two of the most amazing children that the world has ever seen. She reads almost every genre so, naturally, her writing reflects that. With every book, every story, you'll find elements of other genres--fantasy, mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense, YA, women's literature, all with a touch of humor because what doesn't kill us should make us laugh.

Other books:

Unseen (The Heights Vol 1)
Hyde, an Urban Fantasy (Hyde, Book I)
Jekyll (Hyde, Book II)
Strange Case (Hyde, Book III)
Darker Water (Once and Forever #1)
No Experience Required (a Summer Rains novel #1)
Second Bite


Email: ReadLaurenS@gmail.com
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Release Day Spotlight: Tales of the Winter Wolf by RJ Blain



Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Fantasy Thriller/Suspense/Romance
Date Published: July 14, 2015

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Long before Nicolina Desmond manifested her powers as a wizard, she was a Normal girl with extraordinary circumstances. In order to prove herself and escape her father’s chokehold on her life, she’s determined to get on the fast track towards an independent life.
However, she never anticipated how meeting Richard Murphy would change her life…

Tales of the Winter Wolf follows the adventures of Nicole and Richard, predominant characters from Witch & Wolf #2, Winter Wolf. Spoilers for the novel are contained within!

Volume One contains the following stories:

Hunted
Nicolina Desmond should have known that her twin’s overly friendly behavior with the eligible Fenerec males would land her in trouble, but she never expected how far young, single werewolves would go to secure a mate.

The Scent of Guilt
When Richard is invited to hunt Nicolina’s kidnappers with her father, he jumps at the chance. With Desmond lusting for blood and violence, Richard is forced to toe the line between mercy, justice, and revenge.

Firecracker
Charles Desmond’s influence isn’t enough to stop those who are determined to take Richard’s rank through force. With Nicolina Desmond out on the hunt to kill him once and for all, he’ll need a lot more than luck to survive his stay with the Desmonds.

Glitter
Richard Murphy has many sides, and Nicolina Desmond is dismayed to discover that he truly has the patience of a hunting wolf and his pranks are just as nefarious as hers. When the bodies of Fenerec turn up in her back yard, however, she might have to kill again, and her target is none other than Yellowknife’s injured Alpha.



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Winter was the season of love, romance, and bonding for Fenerec, and I wanted nothing to do with it. In my gamble to escape, leaving my twin to fend off the wolves, I had graduated high school three years early, won early admittance into Stanford, and spent the vast majority of my time in California, far away from my Seattle home.

I had exams in a week, but that hadn’t been enough to deter my father.

It was bad enough having Fenerec parents, but for the next few days, all I had to look forward to was being toted around, put on display, and courted by every single werewolf looking to take advantage of my father’s influence. The werewolves couldn’t even handle the truth; calling them werewolves was a good way to stir their ire, and an angry werewolf had a tendency to hurt people, property, or, as the case often was, both. When they were hunting a mate, their volatile tendencies were doubly worse.

My sister, however, loved every moment of it. Lisa loved Seattle in the winter, with its heavy rain and occasional snowfall. She spent the rest of the year mourning her lost opportunities and lusting for the attention and thrill of being chased by testosterone-poisoned males hoping to win her affections and our father’s good graces.

I, on the other hand, knew better. I was the older sister; I should have been the one with a grip on things, but no. In the eyes of my family, I was the flake, the unreliable one, and the one too stubborn to give in and play the game their way. Attending Stanford at fifteen meant nothing to them, neither did my perfect GPA. I could be a doctor, a lawyer, or anything else I wanted, but that wasn’t good enough.

They wanted me to be the bride of a werewolf, and I wasn’t having it.

While Lisa dressed up when she knew they were coming, I dressed down. Before I had gone off to college, when ratty clothes and a surly temper didn’t work, I left for the city to spend the winter whenever possible, hopping from friend’s house to friend’s house until the werewolves left.

This year, things would be different. I put aside the ratty jeans and bulky sweater in favor of a black skirt and blazer with a pristine white shirt. I wore a silver charm bracelet with a single moonstone pendant, both an acknowledgment of my heritage and a mockery of it. The silver was old that even my father flinched away from it.

If a werewolf did decide to get frisky with me, I’d be more than happy to burn him.



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RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.
When she isn't playing pretend, she likes to think she's a cartographer and a sumi-e painter. In reality, she herds cats and a husband, and obeys the commands of Tsu Dhi, the great warrior fish.
In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Should that fail, her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until she is satisfied.

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Release Day Spotlight: The Blind World

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TBW_Title: The Blind World
Author: M.C. Rohweder
Genre: New Adult Urban Fantasy

Miranda Schaffer just wants a little freedom for the start of college. Having convinced her parents to let her live in the house left to them by her great-aunt Janine, she’s excited. That is, until her classmate, Cole, tries to convince her that the house is one of the tools needed by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse to raise Hell.

Cole identifies himself as a Guardian, whose sole purpose in life is to prevent the gateway to Hell—supposedly Miranda’s basement—from falling into the wrong hands. Miranda brushes off his concerns, thinking he’s crazy.

On top of that, the cute real estate agent interested in the house is, according to Cole, one of the Four Horsemen, and she should stay away from him at all costs. That’s easier said than done when she can’t get him out of her head.

Will her indecision leave her with Hell to pay?

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M.C. Rohweder is from Sin City, where The Brimstone Series takes place. She has been writing for as long as she can remember, and hopes her readers love her stories as much as she loves writing them.
Twitter: @mcrohweder
Facebook: Facebook.com/MCRohweder

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