Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Release blitz for Icarus Bleeds by Annabeth Leong

Icarus Bleeds by Annabeth Leong


Icarus, a man on the run, dreams of wings, and of taking flight like the surgically modified rich and famous of Central City. The hacker who harbors him will do anything to keep him, including paying for the dangerous operation in a back alley chop shop. Neither can imagine how much the wings will truly cost.  (M/M)

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I will call him Icarus, because he worked so hard to erase his birth name that I will not commit the sin of returning it to him now. The things I said and did when I knew him will only make sense if you understand how beautiful he was, so I will try to force the words of mortals to describe a man who never seemed to belong to earth at all.
Icarus first came to me in the dark, in the rain, passing out of the shadows falling over the street, slipping smoothly into the shadows I made for myself. His eyes glowed from the corner where he took a seat, huddled under shelves loaded with discarded computer equipment. Even then I wondered how a shadow could be so luminous within a shadow, how black could shimmer from within black.
I wasn’t in the habit of looking at my clients. They came because they wanted to be forgotten, and they generally did not want to be seen either. I could not help myself with Icarus. He reminded me of flesh I liked to pretend I didn’t have. Eyes, lips, fingertips, inner thighs, the sides of my stomach, the soles of my feet. And, yes. Tongue. Cock. Thoughts both crude and poetic competed to distract me from the mechanical process of obscuring someone from all the files and IP addresses that affirmed that person’s existence.
I avoided looking at his skin, a lighter shade of what is called black than my own purple-tinged pigment. Icarus’s brand of black flowed with honey, shone with sunlight, glittered with the gold that may once have belonged to Pharaoh. Long, thin fingers, delicate as a girl’s. Red-gold palms, and the beginnings of a scar, a telltale revelation of a story that started in the hands and parted the flesh of the forearm nearly to the elbow.
He saw me looking, and pulled the sleeves of his sweater down low, clutching bunches of the material in clenched fists. “Can you really make me disappear?”
I snorted. “Of course not. Not these days, not with the backups they keep and the triple cross checks they have to avoid failure conditions. Best I can do is make them forget to look for you.”
He nodded, the gesture emphasizing the length of his neck, the quality of his silence. “How much?”
“How much you got?”
He shrank back from me, receding into the forest of parts and cords. “I’m not looking for favors.”
“I don’t do favors. I do a sliding scale. You pay what you can afford to pay. What you think is fair. I trust you.”
I sighed. No one ever understood this when I bothered to explain. “Because I’m not one of them. I don’t want to act like one.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple moving gracefully up and down in that impossibly lean neck. “I was going to see what you would take.” He bit his lip and didn’t explicate, but I got an idea of what he’d had in mind by the way his hands crept toward his fly, the gesture so subtle that I wasn’t sure it had been a conscious invitation.
On any other night, with any other man, I wouldn’t have. I would have kissed that smooth, wide forehead, done my work for free, and sent him back into the street uttering the vague promise that someday, when he could, he would take care of me. With Icarus, I could not resist the offer. I had to keep him a little longer. Though I hated myself for it, the sentence passed my lips as if it made up part of my daily stock in trade. “After I finish, you’ll come upstairs with me.”
His bowed head telegraphed his acquiescence well before his soft words. “Thank you.”
When I got him to my bed, I knew I should be the one thanking him. He stripped with a benevolent dignity that shamed me. I felt as if I’d brought the Virgin Mary to my room to make a whore of her. Again, I considered releasing him, leaving my work to be my offering to his present and future beauty.
Then his undershirt peeled away from smooth, hard abs, and his boxers fell away from his hips and the thick, dark cock that hung soft between his legs. The shy and lovely young man before me, with his incandescent eyes and visible ribs, brought my own cock surging to life. I could not let him go. My desire made me cruel.
“Get on your knees and crawl to me,” I whispered, loosening my own clothing, casting it aside. Hurt flashed through his eyes, and I loved it for the confirmation that it offered. He was open to me. I could touch him. I could make him remember me forever.


Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. Icarus Bleeds joins many other dark erotica titles published by Forbidden Fiction, including The Snake and the Lyre, a story of Orpheus and the erotic underworld, and In the Death of Winter, about a dead god and the sacrifices his followers still make. She blogs at, and tweets @AnnabethLeong

Book Spotlight~Burn on the Western Slope/Giveaway

Burn on the Western Slope by Angela Smith

On the ski slopes of Montana, deception turns deadly and seduction becomes more hypnotic than jewels.

Reagan McKinney is on a mission to discover more about a deceased uncle who mysteriously left her a sizable inheritance, a condo in the mountains, and a stash of stolen jewels.  With both her graphic design career and her love life in shambles, the opportunity to begin a new life couldn’t have come at a better time.  When she becomes involved with the sexy FBI agent next door, she finds her struggle is not only to keep her heart intact, but her life.

Grief stricken after an undercover investigation ends in the tragic death of his partner, FBI Agent Garret Chambers goes home to find solace in the arms of his mountain home.  That is, until his boss assigns him to investigate the spirited brunette staying in the condo next door.  He is assigned to investigate Reagan’s involvement with a large jewel fencing organization, but his investigation becomes comprised when his attraction to her heats up.  Will his discovery destroy everything he has come to love, including Reagan?

Teaser Excerpt:

“I’m not sure I’m ready for that,” Reagan said, running her tongue over her lips as she rested her glass on the counter. “Skiing, that is,” she quickly added. He would never know she’d been thinking of kissing him, but she had to force herself to look away from his mouth. Nudging Naomi, she stood. “It’s time for me to go. I need to settle in. I haven’t even unpacked yet.” And she had no intention of doing so now, but it was a good excuse to leave. She wiped her hands on her jeans before extending her hand to his, praying hers weren’t clammy. “It was great to meet you.”

Garret grasped her proffered hand and nested his other on top, engulfing her hand. She burned. Everywhere. “Meet me on the slopes tomorrow?”

Reagan bit her lip and glanced at the floor. “Tomorrow? I don’t know. I might need a little more time to get used to this place.”

“We’ll start with sledding. You can’t not like sledding.”

She didn’t know, seeing as how she’d never done it, but cozying up to him at a hundred miles an hour would probably be amazing.

“I’m safe,” Garret said as he dropped his hand.

“You’re what?” she asked, meeting his eyes. Maybe he was a good guy in most people’s standards, but he made her heart beat too fast to be anything but dangerous.

“I’m harmless. Several people in town will vouch for me.”

“But I don’t know them either.”

About the Author:

During my senior year in high school, I was dubbed most likely to write a novel because I always had my nose stuck in a book.   I would hide my romance novels under my history book until my teacher called me out on it.  Writing has been my dream ever since my mother read Brer Rabbit to my sister and me so often that we were able to recite it back to each other before actually learning to read.  I love reading about the adventure of love, and getting involved in the legal field developed my love of suspense. I believe love is a mystery that most people have trouble resolving.  While I don’t expect we’ll ever solve that mystery, I love to read and write about characters who work to solve their love’s mystery.  See more about me at my website or tweet me @angelaswriter

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Giveaway Information: Angela will be awarding one of three prizes: a car mirror hanger or key chain (a seashell as a tie-in to her book), an mp3 album by Pretty Little Blisters, a $10 Amazon gift card, to three randomly drawn commenters during the tour, and an mp3 album by Pretty Little Blisters to a randomly drawn host.

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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Book Spotlight~ The Last Keeper's Daughter/Contest

The Last Keeper's Daughter by Rebecca Trogner

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Born into old money, Lily Ayres lives at Waverly, her family’s estate situated at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Paris, Virginia.  She is a strange, small, almost mute, young woman who has no idea that her father has given her to the Vampire King Krieger.  Walter Ayres is the King’s Keeper and part of a secret society of historians who unearth, preserve, and attempt to understand relics of long forgotten civilizations.

Lily has never felt comfortable in the human world, but after she suspiciously falls down a flight of stone steps, and is healed and claimed by Krieger, she realizes there is another world.  In this Other Realm she feels a sense of belonging, and begins to untwine the mysterious event which left her mentally and psychologically damaged.  When Walter disappears in England, Lily works with human and supernatural beings to uncover his whereabouts.  With each new discovery, she is pulled deeper into the vortex of magic, intrigue, and dark desires that permeates the supernatural world.  The revelations revealed unfold a story of deception and betrayal that threaten to tear the thin veil between the supernatural and human world asunder.

 Teaser Excerpt:

Standing at the top, looking down the menacing stone steps, Lily debated whether to turn around. I’ll be fine, she thought. She wasn’t drunk, just dulled, like the rough edges of her brain had been sandpapered. She popped off her shoes and left them to the side of the steps. Picking up the hem of her dress, she went barefoot, each step taking her further from the party goers.

She wasn’t exactly sure when she became aware of the first tiny tendrils of the cold sensation, but she knew something was brushing along the outside of her elbow. That feeling of tiny spiders moving under her skin returned. Someone was watching her. She turned slowly, looking around, and behind, but she didn’t see anything.

Touching her toes down onto the next step, she felt the cold sensation move down her arm. What had been unease morphed into panic. She took the steps too fast, throwing off her coordination. She pitched forward. The cold sensation became icy fingers trying to wrap around her wrist. Her body reacted by yanking her arm wide and away, causing her to pinwheel over and down the long drop. With her other arm trapped inside the sling, she had no counterbalance, and nothing to keep her shoulder from slamming into the sharp edge of the bluestone. She heard rather than felt the snap of her collar bone, then, like a stone in water, she fell down to the bottom and into darkness.

About the Author

Rebecca Trogner lives in the Shenandoah Valley region of Virginia, and frequently crosses the Blue Ridge Mountains that were the inspiration for Krieger’s home. She always dreamed of being a writer, but got sidetracked by the day-to-day adventures of life. With the encouragement of her family, she has finished her first novel and is currently writing the next book in The Last Keeper’s Daughter series. Rebecca lives with her husband and stepson, and a rescue dog named Giblet. To find out more about the author visit


Twitter: @RTrogner



Giveaway Information: Rebecca will be awarding a $50 Amazon Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

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Monday, July 29, 2013

Contest alert-win print books @ All Things Urban Fantasy

You can enter to win print books from author Leigh Evans in her Mystwalker series.....check it all out at

Welcome Author Rita Bay today

Gods & Goddesses in an Erotic Romance Series – OH MY!

My first plunge into writing an erotic story was an eye-opener. I enjoy writing in different genre, so the call for submissions at Champagne Book Group’s Carnal Passions for the “Aphrodite’s Island” series was too much of a tease to pass up.
A luxurious resort set against the backdrop of sparkling blue seas, endless sun, and white sandy beaches. When Aphrodite opened the resort, it had one give the guests the ultimate in fantasy experiences. The manager, a reclusive young woman known only by Miss 'A' has set in place rules which guide the guests in their quest for the ultimate romantic sensual encounter at a time. The only rules—both parties must consent to the fantasy, and pleasure is the ultimate reward.
I love history and mythology – even write history and culture posts for my webpage ( The mythology-based series seemed to be a good fit.  But what to write with a 10,000 word limit?  If the goal was to try erotic romance, then why not jump in with both feet?

Her Teddy Bare ended up as a light BDSM e-book with a chuckle. I admit to a few blushes and nervous giggles while writing it but enjoyed the experience enough to plan a sequel in which Teddy’s true identity is revealed and Diana is placed in danger by her discoveries.

 Her Teddy Bare  is the third in the Aphrodite’s Island series of five and still counting. I’m in great company. Veteran erotic romance authors contributed Taming of a Sex God (Virginia Nelson) and One Too Many (Arlene Knowell), Books 1 and 2 in the series. Her Teddy Bare was followed by Wheel of Pleasure (Tara Kent) and Cruising for Love (Syrell Starr). Check out the blurb and XXcerpt for Her Teddy Bare.

After dumping her cheating fiancĂ©, Diana Harper accepts an invitation “to attend a private event at Miss A’s island retreat to experience your most secret dreams and fondest fantasies.” Miss A gives “Teddy” to Diana as an “attendant.” Despite his best efforts, Teddy isn’t a submissive and the skimpy gold thong is ridiculous on a man his size. Although she’s not a domme, Diana plays his game to see where it leads. When Teddy offers her profound passion, the best sex ever, and the prospect of love, will she take a chance on another broken heart?
Theodore Bareston will do whatever it takes to win Diana’s love, even though “whatever” includes wearing a thong and posing nude in chains when Diana’s interest in her art revives. As the sexual tension builds and passions explode, Teddy is determined to convince Diana that he is the only man for her.

Excerpt: Teddy Cooks an Omelette
“Smells delicious, Teddy.”
“Thank you, Mistress. It’s another favorite.”
He snapped his mouth shut. She could almost hear the mental curses.
“It’s about to become one of mine also, I think.” She reached underneath his arm, grazed his tight abs, and snatched a spiced tomato cube. She popped it in her mouth, closed her eyes, and chewed slowly. “Hmmmm, so good.”
Teddy groaned. She opened her eyes. His cock was peeking over the top his thong again. She stood on tip-toe and leaned close. “Be careful what you chop, Teddy.”
He managed a strangled “Yes, Mistress.”
“It’s too nice to stay indoors. Let’s dine on the terrace.”
Teddy bent over slightly at the waist as he added the cheese to the omelet, then covered the pan.
She walked toward the terrace but stopped to deliver one last dig. “Teddy.”
He tossed the spatula in the sink. “Yes, Mistress.”
“How long before you come …”
“What? I mean, pardon, Mistress?” He braced both hands on the granite countertop but managed to keep his head down.
“…to the terrace, Teddy? How long?”
“Any second, Mistress. I’m about to come any second.”
“See that you do. I’m soooo hungry.”

The” Aphrodite’s Island” series, which remains open for submissions, has its own page at Carnal Passions ( Best of all, the “Aphrodite’s Island” short stories are Quick Reads which are a bargain at $.99 each. 

BIO: Rita Bay is the author of numerous contemporary, historical, and paranormal romance novels and novellas. She has lived and traveled extensively in the United States and Western Europe. Rita has worked as a Registered Nurse, educator, and school system administrator and served as a nurse in the U.S. Army Reserve. She lives with her family on the Gulf Coast. Visit her website at where she blogs about history and culture.

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Sunday, July 28, 2013

Book Spotlight~ Memorizing You by Dan Skinner

Discover the new voice in m/m stories in Dan Skinner's.....Memorizing You

 A coming of age tale unfolds against the colorful, stylish, and turbulent backdrop of free love, revolution, and The Beatles.

Memorizing You by Dan Skinner
Contemporary M/M, Coming of Age
Available at Amazon

Two high school boys from different walks of life: Ryan, a handsome athlete, and David, an average joe from a blue collar family, discover their desires, stealing their kisses under the cover of an old oak at night. Their love begins a secret life, hidden from their families, friends, and classmates. As their passion grows, so does the danger of their discovery. Their only hope is to create a separate world where every kiss is a treasure and every moment... memorable.

First love. Secret love. Unforgettable love.

Teaser Excerpt:

"I'm right with you." I heard him swimming close to my side. "You're doing great. You're swimming, pal!"

My movements became more frantic, wanting to bring the shore to me closer and faster. Soon my toes were touching the bottom again. The slick rocks. I planted my feet and began walking to shallower water. I could hear Ryan behind me.

"You did it!" he yelled. "You swam. You swam the very first time!" He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and patted my stomach like I'd just won a race. "First time, a winner!"

I laughed with my panicked breath, and sat down on the bank. He was next to me.

"Not that bad, was it?" his toothy grin was alive with enthusiasm.

"No," I lied, water streaming down from my wet hair into my eyes. It was much worse, I thought to myself.

We had our sandwiches and Kool-Aid, spread our towels, and lay in the sun. There was no sound of the outside world, save the occasional plane that flew overhead. It was like our own private Eden. It wasn't long after we lay down that I heard his light snoring. It was like a lullaby that called to me as well. I drifted away in the warm cocoon of our secret paradise.

When I opened my eyes, I could tell the sun had shifted. Late afternoon. We were in the shade of the elms. I was facing the lake. Ryan was behind me. I turned my head over to face him. He lay there staring at me. "Hi," I said.

"Hi," he said back.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "Whatcha doing?"

He smiled and blinked. "Memorizing you," his voice said, dreamily.

I was silent a moment. I wasn't certain of what he said. I saw a butterfly flit past him. "What?"

"The real color of your eyes. They're not just blue. There's some green. Brown. Black." He pushed my hair behind my ear. "How your ear is shaped like a perfect tulip petal."

A fingertip outlined the dip beneath my nose and lip. It tickled. It made me scratch my nose.

"The way you sit close to the table when you eat. How you hold your fork upside down to pick up your food…"

He was telling me things I didn't even know about myself. I'd never even been aware of him watching me that closely. His hand trailed down from my shoulders to the small of my back. "The hair that grows like golden feathers right in the bend of your back." He rubbed the hair back and forth with the tips of two fingers. I felt it. I'd never known it was there.

"Why?" I asked. I didn't understand the curiosity.

"Because it's important."

What reviewers/readers are saying about Memorizing You....

A Bear on Books Reviews.....Five Stars
"...Dan Skinner, God bless him, has created characters that I know, that I lived with, played with, grew up with, loved, lost, cried over and still love..."

Amazon reader- "...Hence the crying myself to sleep, even after reading the epilogue, which, although it was meant to ease the ache, wasn't quite enough to heal my shattered heart.It's a compliment to the author that these characters affected me so."

Mrs. Condit's Reviews- Five Sweet Peas
"...Just make sure you're prepared for the force that comes between our lovers because once it happens, nothing will ever be the same..."


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Saturday, July 27, 2013

Welcome Sean Michael today

Marcus and Jim are getting Hitched, and you're invited!

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away... okay, so it wasn't that long ago, and it was right here at my computer, I wrote a short story featuring Peter and Samuel from the Between Friends books ( that featured a brief appearance of Marcus and Jim. They were throw away characters, right? Just a leatherworker and his boy that Peter and Sammy visit to pick up a leather flogger.

Who could have guessed that Marcus and Jim would take over my brain and bring me the entire Hammer Club, which has just given and given: tons of novels, a bunch of novellas and short stories, and a wide variety of men who are into the BDSM lifestyle. These guys have been so good to me and I've enjoyed every moment of telling their stories.

You can read that original short story as a freebie on my website:

Anyway, so after I wrote that story, Marcus and Jim insisted they had the best beginning ever and I started writing. When I hit 120000 words, I knew I had to find an end to the story, for now, anyway. There is a second novel in Marcus and Jim, I just haven't found the time to write it yet (and once I do, the story of how Jim and Tanny became best friends will also get written.)

Bent (currently on sale at Torquere Press: will be coming out in a special hard cover edition in September!

Now, one novel, lost of guest appearances and many shorter stories later, Jim and Marcus are getting married.

How that happened:

I was doing little bits of fun stuff to post on my livejournal for Valentine's Day and as I was wrapping it up, I wrote this (dictating straight from Jim):

Jim hands Marcus a tiny box Happy Valentines
Marcus: What's this baby? Marcus turns it over in his hand
Jim: Your present.
Marcus opens it to find a black sapphire ring Oh, baby. It's beautiful. Thank you.
Jim: Marry me?
Marcus stares and his smile slowly gets bigger and bigger: Yes.

I couldn't leave it there, could I? So Hitched happened :)

In lieu of gifts, Jim and Marcus would like donations made to your local GLBT youth organization.

But you know, if they were to register it would be at a custom tools manufacturer and a sex toys shop. After all, you can never have too many tools or too many sex toys.

So from bit players in a short story to the founding characters of one of my longest standing series, I am pleased to celebrate with Marcus, Jim and their friends as they make it official!

The proposal was the easy part, but can Marcus and Jim survive planning the wedding?

Jim asked Marcus to marry him on Valentine's Day and his master said yes. That should have been the hard part, right? Jim goes into full perfectionist mode, though, wanting everything to be just right for his master, and soon he's stressed and unhappy.

When the planning also interferes with Marcus and Jim's usual routine, miscommunication and misunderstandings follow. Is a wedding really worth all the aggravation?


Marcus went into the Hammer, giving Billy a nod and a smile before turning to Paul behind the bar. "A draft, boy. And I don't care what kind as long as there's a lot of it."

"Yes, Master."

"Thank you."

He went over to Billy's table and sat with a sigh. "Is it too late to elope?"

"If I buy you two tickets to somewhere, would that work?" Billy offered immediately.

"Only if you want our boys in jail for murder."

Jim and Tanny were having far too much fun planning this whole wedding thing out.

"Yes, but I might get laid again." Billy sounded incredibly morose.

Marcus put his head back and laughed. Billy threw a napkin at him.

"You're forgetting that you're the master, Billy. You should be able to get laid when you want to."

"Uh-huh." Billy snorted. "You know how non-sexy wedding cake samples are?"

"You know I do, I sitting right beside you. I'm not sure that we actually need all the traditional things, but Jim said we should have them because we can. I suppose he has a point." For them to be able to get married had not been a right for very long.

Billy waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah. Note that
Montana and I will simply take ourselves to Hawaii."

Marcus' eyebrows went up. "Did Jim's proposal spawn one from your boy?"

"No, but I am not interested in six more months of drama and planning and worry. So if it happens, that's what we're going to do. No arguments, no discussion, just go."

"Three months," Marcus corrected. "And yes, the drama has been crazy"

The boys had gone a bit overboard, planning all the details and obsessing over everything. But they were having fun doing it, Jim so animated over each thing.

Billy grinned. "So, I hear you're in charge of the honeymoon."

He shot Billy a look. "I am, and it's a secret." He was taking Jim to a private island. Just them and discreet servants to cater to their every whim. He wasn't letting Jim get dressed the entire time they were there.

"Oh, come on, man," Billy wheedled. "Tell."

"Nope. It's a secret." And if he told Billy and Billy told
Montana, then Jim would know, too.

"Are you saying you don't trust me?" Billy's hurt look was patently false.

"I would never say that -- I'm saying I don't trust anyone." He winked.

"Dork." Billy chuckled softly, but nodded. "So, today they're... looking at caterers?"

"Yes. I begged off and went to the florist instead. I just couldn't face a set up like at the cake place. We must have tried what? Fifty different cakes by the end of it? Can you imagine that with the entire meal?" He hadn't eaten for two days after the cake sampling. Marcus glanced at his watch. "They should be done and headed this way by now."

"Excellent." Billy met his eyes. "I need my boy, Goodfellow. I'm taking him from Jim, for the entire weekend."

Marcus nodded. "I think everyone needs a break from wedding planning. Even if we have to tie them down to make it happen."

"Especially if we have to tie them down," corrected Billy.

Marcus laughed heartily.

"I love that sound, Master." Jim kissed his temple.

"Baby!" He wrapped his arm around Jim's waist and raised his head, searching for a kiss from his boy.

Jim kissed him happily, eagerly, and fuck, that was amazing.

As the kiss ended, he could see Tanny greeting Billy.

"So were you boys successful?" Please tell him they could cross a line out on the catering item.

Thank you very much to Dawn for the opportunity to reminisce about how Jim and Marcus began to where they've arrived.

Sean Michael
smut fixes everything

Friday, July 26, 2013

Cover Reveal for Fall, Jump and Step by Cindy Paterson

Books: Jump, Step, Fall
Author: Cindy Paterson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release date: Currently Available

Buy at: Amazon  / Apple /Barnes & Nobles

Centuries of loyalty

His code of honor was respected without question, until he consumed the blood of an enemy in exchange for a mortal woman to be set free from certain slavery.

He can’t forget her

Despite knowing, he will be imprisoned and put to death if caught, Balen, a fierce Senses Tracker, returns to Toronto to find the mortal woman, Danielle, he left behind two years ago. Haunted with memories of the torture they endured in the hands of a Senses enemy, Balen’s determination to see her again, drives him to risk everything. But when he does, a new enemy comes into play, one he can’t defeat. 

To conquer the wrath of fear

Determined to find some sort of peace after her abduction, Danielle finds solace in painting a man from her nocturnal unconsciousness. When he comes knocking on her door, her world is shattered and Danielle must face her worst fears in order to survive what is coming after them. It won’t stop. It can’t. For the ancient spell has no compassion. 

A journey of tenacious desire that refuses to fade even though that is what will destroy them. Because—in order for Danielle to live, first she must die.

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‘Only her love can restore his trust—only with his trust can she win her battle.’

Kilter, an immortal Senses Visionary, excels at being rude and crass with little hope of finding peace after being betrayed and tortured by his brother more than a hundred years ago. Reckless and stubborn he has alienated everyone—just the way he likes it. Until the day he meets Rayne and emotions he buried long ago are reawakened. 

Rayne suffers from Anorexia Nervosa. Trapped by debilitating thoughts and a false sense of control, Rayne is slowly dying. Her husband has kept her secluded and alone for years, causing her to withdraw into an emotionless shell. But Rayne’s outward behavior is deceiving for beneath her delicate existence is a woman with strength. The trouble is—can she find that part of herself that has been driven away? Or has her cruel husband broken her fragile existence?

The two tortured souls are brought together only to be torn apart and forced to relive their horrific pasts in order to find salvation. But Rayne’s past has more significance than the Senses realize and their enemies will do anything in order to get her back. 

The Senses are in for one hell of a fight as Waleron is forced to make the hardest decision of his life—Damien is tortured beyond his emotional capability by the witch Abigail—and Delara is drawn into a vampire’s arms only to have him use her darkest secret against her.

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An unrequited love that has ripped her to pieces. 

Delara has loved Waleron for over a century. Their intense chemistry is sensual, gripping, irresistible. But tragedy struck, and after sixty-one years of believing he was dead, Waleron returns a tortured man. He claims the man she loves is dead, yet the undeniable sexual tension still pulls them together. 

“I am no longer the man you love, maitagarri. I am incapable of it.” 

Waleron has given his oath to protect the Senses. He will sacrifice everything for them. But there is one Senses he has vowed to protect more than any other—Delara. He will do anything to make certain she is safe, even if it means he must deny her the love they once shared.

She is the hunted.

Delara’s life is in jeopardy and Waleron will do anything to protect her. But he never suspected that Xamien, the man he brings to help protect her is way more important to her than he ever knew. 

Torn between two men and hunted by another, Delara must fight her hardest battle—herself.

FALL can be read as a stand-alone, however it is highly recommended to read the 1st two books to completely understand the love story. 

This book is intended for 18 and up.

Author Bio:
I am Xamien's secret lover. Well, in my head I am and since I'm single this is completely allowed. Some of you may ask, who is Xamien, don't worry you will meet him soon enough, but no falling in love with him. He is all mine.
Writing books is a fantastic way to have adventures that are impossible to have otherwise. I mean do you really want to fall in love with Waleron? He is so unstable and would never pick up after your dogs or clean the litter box. Not to mention the fact that he is always out killing disgusting grave robbing bug people.

Curling up with a good book and losing yourself to another time and place is the greatest reward. Being able to feel a character's emotions, their fears, pain and love. Now that is incredible. I relish in the books that stay with me long after they have ended. This is what I strive for in my writing. To give the readers, and myself, an escape into another world, my world.

I have been writing since I was twelve. My parents, sorry mom and dad, would send me to my room for an hour every night to do homework, and instead I wrote stories. Oops, guess that is why i did so bad in math.
I have never stopped writing since then and never will. It's like an addiction, but a good one. I adore stepping into the shoes of a character and deciding their fate. The characters are why I write. I want to fall in love with them (even the bad ones), so that I care about what happens to them in a story. If I can't care about the characters then why bother with the story.

I live in Toronto with a menagerie of pets that keep me on my toes. 
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I'll bet you never gave a lot of thought to what you are revealing about yourself when you write a book, especially if the setting is contemporary. Some people don't even think about the words they use to describe certain things, but they will give the reader a very good idea of where you live.

Let me give you a couple of examples. If you are writing a contemporary mystery and you refer to a body draped over the bonnet of a car, or that the thief chased the woman into a car park, you reader will know you are from the British Isles. Why? Because in the Western Hemisphere the bonnet refers to something a woman or a child wears on her head. The metal covering of a car engine in America is called a hood. Then there's the car park. In the US we call it a parking lot. If you look hard, you'll find a lot of language differences.

But it gets even more complicated in the States, even in Canada. The words you choose are going to tell as lot about you. Canadians like to insert an 'eh' into their sentences, especially in Eastern half of the country. Let me give you another quick example. I'm from the Midwest, or at least I was born and lived a lot of my life there. I grew up with groceries being placed in a sack. Then I met and married my hero, a guy from the east coast. We've been arguing about my 'sack' ever since. In the east and the south, people put groceries in bags, plastic or paper. People just look at me when I say a plastic sack is fine. Try arguing about the names of drinks. Coke, pop, Dr. Pepper, soda. I'll even throw in sweet tea here. Every section has a different name.

But the arguments don't end there. I always though a bread roll was something you put a hot dog into. And of course, in the Midwest, I think catsup goes on everything. Imagine my surprise when a bread roll turned out to be something that was smeared with butter and eaten for breakfast after you dunked it into coffee.  A bun to me was either something for a hamburger or a twisted piece of sweet yeast dough with cinnamon, apples, or raisins, or both and glazed, a real breakfast treat. However, chances are you are looking at a danish in the south or the east. And of course, to an Easterner, catsup on a hot dog is a sacrilege.  Mustard and sour kraut only please!

And it's not confined to the east, the Midwest or the south. Hawaii's favorite sandwiches are often made with spam. And they have a special roll, a different form of a Japanese treat made with spam. I'm sorry I don't remember the name, but it is not something I ever associated with spam.

Of course, certain phrases will give you away. In the south 'a far piece' is a long distance, and fixin' can be used for about everything. "I'm fixin' dinner, I'm fixin' to go to church."
Even in the Midwest there are certain phrases that will give you away. We pick up the house, (meaning to straighten), we rid up the dishes, (meaning clear the table).

All of this is great if you want your characters to speak as if they are natives to a particular section of the country, but be aware, certain words and phrases are going to tell the reader from where you hail. My only comment - Isn't language great!

Betrayed Bride
Champagne Books
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In the hospital they keep calling her Sam and telling her she's married to Alex Porter but she doesn't know this Alex. Then she discovers she's lost more than a year of her life and Alex can't, or won't, tell her what happened. He refuses to let her see or talk to her father and there is also something very important about Samantha, she can't remember.

Alex Porter can't explain how Sam was either pushed or jumped from a moving car traveling away from him, or why Sam's memory disappeared but he's sure her father played a role. All he can do is offer support as she recovers and wait for her to come to him as she had before the accident, hoping against hope, Sam's father has not ruined his marriage and driven away the woman he is starting to love.

Tease Excerpt:

Sam opened her eyes and felt more alert. Her head ached, but the pain wasn’t as sharp. Morning sun shone through a window opposite her bed, but the bright light didn’t seem to start the awful pounding in her head the way it had before. The thumping sound beside her head didn’t seem as loud. She was even aware of noise outside her door.
            The doctor said she’d been in an accident. She blinked, trying to remember what had happened to her.
            A blank.
            She closed her eyes, hoping she could concentrate and remember how had she gotten hurt. Driving home from work? Her dad would know. Knowing how possessive he was, he’d be here soon. Then she’d ask him about this marriage nonsense.
            When more voices registered, she strained to hear what was being said. The first doctor and the familiar deep, husky voice were talking. She needed to open her eyes to see if they were close, but that would mean twisting her head and she wasn’t ready for that.
            “Post traumatic amnesia...”
            “But it won’t last, will it?” The man’s voice rushed through her, and she drew a rapid breath. Why did it sound so familiar?
            “Look, Mr. Porter, I know this has been difficult for you, but your wife sustained massive injuries.” The doctor’s words jolted her. Wife? No!
            “A head injury…her coma was not unexpected. We still don’t know how much damage was done and it will be some time before we do. You have to be patient. She is talking and beginning to move, so that’s encouraging.”
            “How long before you know the extent of damage?”
            “Well, after I’ve run more tests...” The voices faded away.
            Sam struggled with what she had heard.
            Damage. What had happened to her?
            She couldn’t remember, but they had it all wrong. This was some kind of horrible misunderstanding. They had to have mistaken her for someone else, someone who looked like her.
            Aunt Jewel would know. Sam smiled. Of course, her wonderful aunt, the only mother she’d ever known, would clear this up immediately. All it would take was a phone call. Aunt Jewel would be able to confirm her identity.
            Maybe Aunt Jewel had flown in when she heard Sam had been hurt. Since her aunt practically raised her, it would make sense that she was here. As blunt as she was, Aunt Jewel would clear this up in short order.
            Now, where was her father? She thought he’d be here by now. She gasped. If he checked on her, he had to have been here, so why hadn’t he corrected the doctor and the nurses and told them she wasn’t this Mrs. Porter? 
            None of it made any sense. As anxiety started to build, a massive headache developed. It felt like a thousand little men were in her head, each one pounding on a drum. She closed her eyes to block out the agony. Anything to stop the pain.
            Concentrate, she ordered, and wiggled in bed before trying to lift her arms and legs. She could move her arms and one leg a bit. The other leg seemed to be immobile. But best of all, if she moved her head slowly, she could turn without the sensations nearly blinding her.
            The room was large with a window on one side. A long, wooden shelf held a vase of red and white carnations, and a display of cards lined the rest of the wood. She’d have to ask a nurse if she could see the cards. Something might indicate why everyone had made such a mistake.
            Dr. Burton sauntered into the room. “Good morning, my dear. Glad to see you’re awake, because we need to do a few more tests.”
            A nurse stuck her head around the door. “Doctor, Mr. Porter is waiting.”
            “All right, send him--”
            “No! No, please. I’m not married,” she pleaded. “It’s all a mistake. I don’t have a husband.” 

About the Author
       Allison Knight began her writing career like many other authors when  she read a book she didn't like. Her children scoffed when she said she  was also going to write a book.  After lots of rewrites and the support of  her husband, she garnered a three book contract for her first  historical romances.

       Today, with her husband's continued support and to the delight of her children, she writes the genres she loves, musing about her writing life on her own blog or as a guest blogger and eagerly praising the growing digital and  the convenience of an e-reader.

       Allison's first contemporary romance for Champagne Books,  "Betrayed Bride" came out in May of 2013.  "Lynbrook's Lady" is to be  released in August.

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