Release Day Blitz: Dark and Deadly Boxed Set



Title: Dark and Deadly: Eight Bad Boys of Paranormal Romance
Authors: Jennifer Ashley, Alyssa Day, Felicity Heaton, Erin Kellison, Laurie London, Erin Quinn, Bonnie Vanak, and Caris Roane
Release Date: April 14, 2014
Genre: Paranormal

Add to your Goodreads bookshelf

Buy It Here: Amazon | B&N


(Excerpts are Rated R due to content and/or language)


The bear climbed to his feet, swung his great head around, and fixed red-raged eyes on Elizabeth.

He was the biggest living creature Elizabeth had ever seen. On all fours, the bear stood about six feet tall at the shoulder, which put his head well above Elizabeth’s. His breath huffed between immense and sharp teeth, his growls rumbling from his throat like thunder. His gaze still locked on hers, he took a step toward her on one massive paw.

Elizabeth brought her hand up, aimed the can of pepper spray at his face, and gave him a full dose.

The bear blinked, drew back, blinked again, sat down on his hind legs, and rocked his head all the way back. Then he sneezed.

The noise exploded into the room like a sonic boom, vibrating papers on the desk and rattling the Victorian prints on the walls in their prim and proper frames.

The bear rose on his hind legs again and kept rising, ten feet—twelve—fifteen, his bulk hunching to fit under the low ceiling. At the same time, his immense body started to shrink. The bear’s face contorted, muzzle shortening, as did, thank God, his teeth.

In about thirty seconds the bear was gone, and a man stood in its place. The man was just as massive as the bear—at least seven feet tall, with chocolate brown hair buzzed short, eyes as dark as the bear’s, an almost square face with a once-broken nose, and a chin and jaw dark with five o’clock shadow.

His arm bore a bloody gash where the bullet had whipped by it, but his body was muscle on top of muscle on top of muscle, not an ounce of fat that Elizabeth could see. And Elizabeth saw it all, because the man was stark naked. Except for the Collar, which had shrunk to fit his human neck, the bear-man wore not a stitch.

He wiped his streaming eyes. “Shit, woman,” he said in a voice that brought down a trickle of ceiling tile dust to whiten his hair. “That itches.”




Poe’s Avenue, Virginia, FBI Paranormal Operations Division HQ

Alejandro cocked the shotgun they hadn’t been able to force him to give up and followed his teammate into the burnt and jagged opening in the side of the building, hoping that—for once—there weren’t any trolls.

He hated trolls.

“Clear,” Mac, already moving through the narrow hallway, called back to him. It was Mac’s turn to go first. They kept score.

Lately he’d been keeping score on a lot of things. Like time. The year, two weeks, and five days since he’d seen the sunlight outside of the academy, for instance.

Not that he was counting.

Anyway, the year-long course at the FBI’s sister division, P Ops, had kept him plenty busy.

“Shotgun!  You coming or scratching your ass back there?”

“No, my friend, I was just thinking of asking your sister to scratch it for me,” Alejandro said. “She reaches all the itchy parts so well.”

“I will kick your ass if you get any of your itchy parts anywhere near my sister. Or she’d kick it for you. Jenny scares even me.”

The sound of Mac’s Glock firing three shots in rapid succession caused Alejandro to break into a run as he slapped his night-vision goggles in place.

“On my way,” he called, not bothering to try to be stealthy. “Save some for me.”

He caught the shifting glimmer of light in the corner of one eye and whirled around, aiming and firing in one smooth motion. Whatever it was, he missed. Too short to be a troll, so there was one mercy. If he were the type to have nightmares, he’d still be having them about the last one’s breath. Green, moss-covered teeth. What the hell was that about?  Toothpaste was cheap.

“Shotgun!  Could use a little help here!” Mac sounded just the slightest bit out of breath, which was unusual for the man who’d beat the all-time speed record for the FBI’s obstacle course at Quantico in an inter-agency competition. Alejandro had won a hundred bucks on that one.

He took off running, cocking the Remington as he moved. The vampire who jumped him five feet down the hall took a blast to the head. Alejandro vaulted over the vamp’s disintegrating body, not wanting the acidic slime of decomposing vamp on his new shoes.

A high-pitched scream warned him of the approach from overhead of a deadly Mngwa, but he had a silver throwing knife at hand. One lethal toss later, a couple hundred pounds of mutant killer cat lay on the floor, blood gurgling out of its throat.

He skidded to a stop at the end of the corridor, not willing to rush headlong into a blind turn, and Mac called out to him again, his deep voice rough and strained. “Alejandro, if you’re coming, now would be a really good time.”

Alejandro instantly switched from student-taking-his-final-exam mode to deadly-predator mode. They had a code between them, he and Mac. They were only Alejandro and Maxwell to each other in the event of a dire emergency. Whatever faced Mac around that corner was no training-ground obstacle. Somebody had set a trap, and Mac was caught in it.

Alejandro was going to kick somebody’s ass for this one.




“One night.”

Those two words leaving Payne’s lips shocked Elissa. She didn’t feel as though she had won. It was offered grudgingly. Still, a single night of pleasure with Payne. It excited her but scared her too. She wasn’t sure where to begin or what he would expect from her, or whether she really could help him accept his incubus side so they could discover where the rest of his kind lived.

When she had suggested he submit to her, she had done so because she had figured that she needed to do something dramatic in order to push him over the edge and force him to give in to his needs. It had worked. Now what was she meant to do?

She had asked him to submit to her. She had never done anything like this before. She had never experienced being with a male as strong as Payne was. She’d had mortal males in her lifetime, but nothing that had lasted, and she had never been with a demonic breed of fae because certain aspects of them were forbidden. What was he going to say about that when she told him?

What if he was too powerful for her?

Her heart told her to give up this foolish venture before it ended in tears and disaster, but she couldn’t ignore her intense attraction to him or the need that shot through her whenever she looked at him.

Payne excited her. He was forbidden fruit and she was desperate for a taste. She knew that with him she would be pushing the boundaries and dancing with danger. It thrilled her and she couldn’t help wanting it. She ached to know a demon’s touch.

Payne’s touch.

Nerves skittered through her, causing her hands to shake and palms to sweat. They worsened when Payne slipped his arm around her waist, pulled her flush against his body, and teleported them back to her sister’s home. She swallowed and tried to stifle her trembling, but the way he frowned at her said that she couldn’t hide it from him. Fool. Of course she wouldn’t be able to hide her fear from a vampire. They thrived on sensing it in others.

She tipped her chin up, grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom.

Mother earth, what was she doing? She didn’t have the first clue about this sort of thing. She had never seduced a man, let alone played the role of dominant to their submissive.

They entered the bedroom and she stopped dead, her eyes on the blue satiny sheets covering the double bed. The silver stars stitched onto the material blurred. Her panic increased.

Payne rounded her, his eyes on her chest. Listening to her rushing heart?

“Do you need a moment?” There was a beautiful tilt to his lips, as though he found her nerves pleasing. Why? It struck her that it was because it gave away that this wasn’t the sort of thing she normally did with a man.

Elissa shook her head, trying to look casual, and then nodded. His smile widened and he reached up and grazed his thumb across her lower lip, sending a hot shiver through her. He let his hand fall from her face and went back into the main room of the house, closing the door. Very courteous. Giving her privacy to get her explosive nerves under control. She listened, hoping he hadn’t just used the opportunity to do a runner. She heard beakers clink together and the curtains close.

She drew a deep breath and exhaled. Gods, she wanted this, wanted him, but what the hell had she just signed up for? He would be expecting sexy. Could she do sexy? Could she be dominant with a man?

Dominant wasn’t in her nature.

She squirmed on the spot. Already desire was dampening her knickers. She glanced at her wardrobe. Sexy. She could be sexy for Payne. She wanted to be that way for him.

She pulled out her drawers and dressed in her most provocative black lace underwear. A simple bra and shorts. The mirror hanging on the back of the door mocked her. Not sexy enough. She could fix that. A little magic improved it, changing her dull underwear to a black satin bustier, thong and fishnet stockings, together with thigh-high black stiletto leather boots. Her heart pounded and desire heated her blood as she stared at her reflection. Very fuck me.

She completed her look by twisting her long chestnut hair into a messy knot at the back of her head and kept her black choker on. Anything to draw his attention to her neck. He might be easier to tease into submission if she was playing her best cards. He wanted to bite her. She had seen it in his eyes. She swallowed again. Gods, would he bite her if she let him? If she made him? The thought that he might obey such a command and sink long sharp fangs into her flesh had her thighs quivering.

The floorboards in the other room creaked. Payne was pacing again. Did he feel as nervous as she did? She felt as though she was about to make a terrible mistake but it was too late now to stop herself. She wanted him. Needed this. She nibbled her lower lip and approached the closed door. She opened it a crack and peeked through to the other room and Payne. He looked troubled, his handsome features set in a dark scowl. How did women make men submit?

Her eyes shifted to the silver rope on the desk.

Another shiver bolted through her, hot from the thought of using it on him.

Payne distracted her. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his bare torso as he walked towards her. A good sign, surely? He wanted to do this too.

He turned his back and she tracked his fae markings with her eyes. The line of symbols ran up the underside of his forearms, curved over the outside of his elbows and snaked over his biceps to his shoulders. From there, they ran across the backs of his shoulders and joined above his spine. They followed the line of it down and ended in a diamond above his bottom, between two very sensual dimples.

Elissa had never seen anything so sexy.

She ached to touch them or run her tongue over them. He didn’t like it when she touched them though. Would he be angry with her? Elissa frowned. She was approaching this all wrong. He had sworn to submit to her for one night. A submissive didn’t get to be angry or pick and choose what she did.

She eased the door open, waved her hand and the silver rope wound around his wrists and up his forearms, binding them together behind his back. He growled and snarled, his fae markings flashing red and black, and turned on the spot. The moment his eyes found her, he fell silent and still, his chest heaving and muscles straining. The symbols inked on his skin flared in new colours, shades of red and dark pink. Gods, he was delicious.

She wanted to touch him.

Elissa slowly approached him, enjoying the way his eyes were taking her in, drifting over her. His pupils dilated, swallowing some of the grey and the sparks of blue and gold. She stopped before him and traced her fingers over his markings, following them up his right biceps and over his shoulder. His breathing accelerated and he strained against the ropes.

“They’re enchanted.” She smiled up at him. His eyes bore into hers, dark and hungry. “You can’t break them.”

He tracked her as she moved behind him, the blue and gold in his eyes brightening. Elissa held his gaze and cautiously lowered her mouth to his shoulder. She pressed her lips to the marks there. He closed his eyes and inhaled, his nostrils flaring and the cords in his neck tightening.

Elissa remained behind him and encircled him in her arms, laying her hands against his granite hard chest. She murmured low in her throat, unable to contain the jolt of pleasure that ran through her. Payne groaned and strained against the ropes again, causing every muscle on his torso to tense and delight her. She skimmed her fingers over the taut ridges of his stomach and bravely continued past the erotic dip of his navel, into the soft dusting of sandy hair that led downwards.

Payne sucked his stomach in and tensed.

She trembled and slid her hand into his jeans.



Want? There was that word again, piercing through the conversation.

He wanted to put his hands low on her hips and feel her arch back into him. He could forget what haunted him with her. He knew he could.

“Are you making me feel like this?” she demanded. “Why do you make me feel like this?”

“Like what?” Did she feel it too, then? This atomic attraction, like molecular bonds straining to attach?

But her eyes just got wider, her glare accusatory.

“It’s your dream, Jordan,” he said. “I can find you within it, but I can’t make you feel anything.” Though there were some agents who had the knack. He was just a humble tracker.

“Well, you don’t have to stand so close.”

“Your dream,” he said again. “Push me away.”

He knew she could—it was well within her ability—and soon she’d be able to do so without thinking. Her dreams were her playground. It was only deeper into the waters of sleep, Darkside, that she’d have difficulty.

But she didn’t push him back.

Okay, still scared. Still disoriented. He needed her trust, so he’d give her the space she requested, and he would back off.

Except…his backward motion was met with stiff resistance. She wasn’t pushing him away; she was keeping him close. He could break her hold. However strong she was, he had considerably more experience. He could break the dream, but he didn’t.

A smile of deep satisfaction pulled at his mouth, an entirely foreign feeling to his face, to his soul. If he begged, would she let him stay here? He’d promise to keep the darkness at bay, because it would come. It always did.


The false name was a reminder. There are rules. There are rules. There are rules.

She rose on tiptoe.

His hands found her hips, knew just the angle to his grip—she didn’t protest. He pulled her flush against him, and her back arched, just slightly, exactly as he’d hoped it would, her ass pressing—good God—into his groin.

Warmth coursed through his gut and spread out to his limbs and mind. It was part lust—no helping that—and part peace. It was a full-body sensation, burning out pain and loneliness, leaving only this feeling of want and connection.

She tilted her face back.

All her little adjustments meant yes, yes, and yes.

At the moment, hers was the only permission that mattered.

So he kissed her.



Asher smiled, but it was a devilish smirk. He reached for a bar of soap, turned her around and began to lather her back and arms. “Do you know what happens when someone defies my orders?”

Olivia licked her lips and swallowed hard. “What?”

“They get punished.”

Images of Asher paddling her bare butt with a leather riding crop flashed in her head. Even though her sexual experiences had never gone in that direction before, she was more than a little intrigued. “Punished? What do you mean?”

“I’m not talking about a simple spanking,” he said as if reading her thoughts. She was glad he was behind her and couldn’t see her face. It had to be beet red right now. “Although that can be arranged. What you did was very serious. I told you specifically not to do something and you defied me. When I give orders, I expect that they’ll be followed.”

“Okay.” Her heart quickened. “Then what is a fitting punishment?”

“Hmmm.” His sudsy hands slipped along her belly and breasts, and she became acutely aware of the hard length of his shaft at her back. “I was thinking more along the lines of teaching you by example. That really is the best way to learn.”

She chewed on her lip, trying to control her growing excitement. “Which means…”

“Lean back,” he ordered. “I’m going to wash your hair.”

She did as she was told, laying her head back against his stomach. He adjusted his position so that her ears were just above the level of the water. Squirting some shampoo into the palm of his hand, he began to wash her hair. She closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingers massaging her scalp and sudsing each strand. A girl could get used to such pampering.

What sort of punishment was he dreaming up? If it involves more of this, then sign me up.

Soon he was helping her from the tub. When they were both wrapped in towels, he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. The glint in his eyes was pure wickedness. Her breath caught in her throat.

“I’ve decided on your punishment, Olivia.”

“You have?”

He brushed a thumb over her lower lip, leaving a trail of sparks. “For the next week, you’re going to be staying here with me.”

Her gaze snapped up to his. “What? Here? With you?” He stared at her with that ruggedly handsome face, gauging her reaction. She had heard him correctly. “I can’t stay for that long.”

“I don’t see why not,” he said matter-of-factly. “The roads aren’t expected to reopen for days, your car is still trapped in the garage, and you don’t have a job anymore.”

Yes, all that was true. But still. She’d just met him. He couldn’t really be serious about her staying the week with him, could he? She needed to hide out for a while, wait until things calmed down…but with him? “What if I have other plans?”

“Cancel them.”

His arrogance should’ve pissed her off. Instead, she was secretly thrilled. “Why would I want to do that?” she asked, feigning indifference.

“Because I’d like to spend the next few days fucking you, Olivia, and I want you all to myself.”



Lilly smoothed the edges of the last bandage and stood.  Alex stood, too.  He should move away.  And now.  Because having her in touching distance seemed to be destroying all of his common sense.

“The longer I stay, the worse it will be,” he said, trying to infuse the words with the power to make him leave.

“Who are you trying to convince, Alex?  You or me?”

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” he said.  “You know that?”

“It’s a gift.”

A gift.  One he wanted.  She stared at him with those lavender-blue eyes and all he could think of was tasting that smart mouth.  One kiss, that would be enough, he told himself.

But she met him halfway as he leaned closer and he knew it was a lie.

Slowly, Alex kissed her.  He’d meant to be quick.  A small sample and then walk away.  But lips and breath and tongue combined to shut down his brain.  Her taste was like a drug that spread rapidly through his system.  Suddenly, not touching her everywhere seemed like the worst choice he could make.

He pulled back and stared into her eyes.  She looked startled and aroused, wary but very willing.  She listed forward, her face turned up, her hands warm on his bare chest and Alex couldn’t have denied what he wanted any more than he could turn back time.

In an instant, the decision was made.

Had been since he’d first held her in the woods.  Maybe everything he’d done since that moment had been a way to get to here.  With her.

His forehead touched hers, noses aligned as he stilled, letting her breath become his, giving it back with his own.  So intimate, the sharing.  Exotic, unexpected, addicting.  Thunder and lightning that struck at ancestral instincts that he didn’t know he possessed.  She pressed against him, his briefs a thin barrier to the hardness straining to be released.  Every part of him tuned in to her actions, reactions, the way they spurred his own.

What did it mean that he’d brought his hands to her face and found skin so soft he had to brush his lips over it?  Press his nose into its sweetness?  What did it say that he thought he could stand there and kiss her for hours and never grow tired of the way she felt, the way she tasted?

She seemed to be seeking something.  A touch?  A word?  He wanted to give it to her, whatever it was, and the thought pulled him back.  Her eyes glittered bright blue and diamond-like from between her thick lashes.  Her hair was messed up, her cheeks chilled, but she felt like a flame in his hands.  Fluid. Dangerous.

Make her choose you…

The thought felt ancient, a rumbling drum down a sacred mountain.  It urged him to coax, to crowd, to claim.

He tried to tell himself he didn’t want that.  But his body had ceased to listen to his brain.

He kissed her while her breath was shallow.  Her breasts lifted in welcome, her hands in his hair, on his throat.  His chest felt tight.  Locked up with sensation.  He’d forgotten how to breathe at all.

Where was his survival instinct?   Lost in the sexual haze that drove him?

Nothing made sense but the way she felt against his skin.  Her arms went around his neck and she arched closer.

No, this would be nothing like fornication.

He walked her to the bedroom, his lips on hers, holding her so close that his bare thigh brushed her damp heat with each step.  The mattress bumped the backs of her legs and Lilly pulled him down on top of her.

He made a sound deep in his throat that was both primal and vulnerable at once.  It exposed the churn of his unexpected emotions.  Lilly met his eyes and raised her arms so he could pull off her shirt.  She wrapped them back around his shoulders while he kissed his way to the white bra that held her soft breasts.  He unfastened it and cupped them in his hands while he took her mouth again in a kiss intent on stealing her will to resist.  He had only a short time here.  A day, maybe two, if he was lucky.  He’d dreaded this journey.  Now he didn’t want it to end.

“Alex,” she breathed against his mouth.

“Don’t say no,” he breathed back.  “Please, don’t say no.”

She laughed.  “I don’t think I know that word anymore.”

Relief made him dizzy, desire made him rush when he wanted to linger.  He tugged off her pants, hooking her flowered panties with his thumbs and drawing them over her silky legs.  In seconds, he was stripped as well.

For a moment, he could only stare at her.  She was naked and perfect in every way imaginable.  The winter light turned her skin to pearl and caressed the enticing curves and dips.  Her blonde hair spilled over the pillow.  She was pink in places that seduced him.  She shocked his senses and addled his brain until the only thing Alex knew for certain was that whatever he did next, he needed to make sure she’d want him to do it again.




Fragrant pine and delicious warmth surrounded her. For the first time since Aiden had spirited her away that awful night, she felt happy.

The scent of pine and fresh rain grew stronger. Kara struggled to keep the peaceful feeling intact, knowing it would evaporate like morning mist.

“Wake up sweeting.”

The deep voice rubbed across her skin like the brush of dark velvet. Forcing her eyes open, she struggled to remember her surroundings.

Ryder perched on the bed’s edge, regarding her intently. He looked sexy and dangerous. A shaft of sunlight touched his tousled brown hair, streaking it with chestnut. Amusement danced in his blue eyes.

“The sleeping Lupine awakens for her first kiss. But alas, the first kiss already took place and the handsome prince was punished for his daring,” he murmured.

She went to rub her eyes, and realized her wrists were still handcuffed. “How long was I out?”

“Thirty minutes. I wanted to remove the handcuffs, but you looked too peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.” His mouth quirked. “You look so lovely when you’re tied up. Very delicious and helpless. I’d like to eat you up.”

Intensely sexual, his body was hard and tempting. Made a woman want to hold him close as he devoured her mouth. She fisted her hands, fighting the instinctual Lupine urge to surrender to sensual need.

“You’re too thin,” he observed, boldly placing a hand on her belly. “I need to fatten you up before I devour you.”

Kara gave a bitter laugh. “Too thin? That’s a first. I’m large as an ocean liner.”

His gaze grew intent. “Lupine females were made to be lush and curvy. Your body is ripe for receiving mine, and for bearing young. There is nothing wrong with you that rest and a good hearty meal won’t cure.”

“Give me a steak and we’ll call it even. I’ll skip dessert. Maybe I can have it later, at my brother’s house when you return me.”

His voice dropped to a dark whisper. “I’m not returning you, sweeting. But you can be dessert. I have a tube of edible oil I plan to use later, when I massage you all over. And then lick it all off.”

Her lower belly tightened as she imagined Ryder smoothing hot oil over her body, lingering and slow, a sensual caress as he rubbed and stroked…

Blinking away the erotic image, she shook her head. “You underestimate me.”

“And you underestimate my determination. I want you, Kara. You will be my mate.”

Her mouth went dry. “Is that a proposal? Hardly romantic.”

Ryder’s smile widened. “I can be very romantic. But you know I’ve always been direct when it comes to speaking my mind.”

Kara held up her wrists. “Still planning to keep me prisoner? Maybe you’ll toss me into one of Alastair’s old cells.”

“I closed that section of the basement. First act I did upon taking over.”

He came closer, so close he threatened to drown her in his rich scent. His big body was aggressive and filled with purpose. But the hand he placed on her scarred cheek was gentle.

Ryder ran a thumb across the ruined flesh of her cheek.  His touch felt sensual and drugging. She wondered what the smooth stroke of his tongue would feel like between her legs…

“We will be lovers,” he said softly. “You will become my mate, Kara. You cannot fight what is between us any more than I can. You know you were meant for me.”

Slow, seductive images, hands stroking over her shuddering, wet flesh, filled with erotic promise…

Stop it!

Kara spoke in a firm tone. “Take off the handcuffs.”

“We could leave them on. Just for fun.”

“Take them off.”

“Come now, Kara. Don’t you want to play with the wolf?”



In this excerpt from Chapter 3 of TRAPPED, Alesia awakens to find her man in trouble.  He hasn’t fed recently and suffers the crippling, deadly effects of blood-starvation. She’s trapped with him in his home because of an enemy attack.

Alesia opened her eyes, uncertain what had awakened her. For a moment, she wasn’t even sure where she was.

She looked around and recognized Zephyr’s bedroom, but he was no longer in bed with her. Glancing at the open door of the bathroom, she was pretty sure he wasn’t in there either.

Exhaustion crowded her and her heart seemed to be laboring in her chest. She’d been feeling like this a lot in recent weeks, especially when Zephyr would show up last thing at night to take her home. A couple of times, she’d almost offered to feed him just because she felt certain she’d feel better if she opened a vein for him.

She sat up and rubbed her chest.

Then she heard his voice. “You can’t come? Are you sure?” A pause. “No, that’s okay. I’ll call someone else.” A heavy groan followed.

Her senses came alert and her drowsiness disappeared.

Zeph was in trouble. She could feel it now.

She slipped from bed, wearing a long t-shirt of his that hit her mid-thigh.

She hurried into the living room, took one look at his pallor, and made a quick decision. “Zeph, you need to feed, as in now.”

He looked up at her, his arms around his stomach, his body bent over in pain. His blue eyes had a wild, almost feverish appearance.

“Oh, dear sweet Goddess, why didn’t you reach for me? Damnit, you’re the most stubborn man.”

She dropped in front of him, and swept her hair away from her throat. “Take what you need.”

He probably couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to.

He fell on her, pushing her to the floor, his fangs at her throat, striking to just the right depth. Withdrawing his fangs, he sucked hard, too hard.

She beat at his shoulders. “Zeph, you’ll collapse the vein. Ease back.”

He pulled away and struggled through several deep breaths. He resumed, more gently this time, and her blood began to flow.

She patted his back. “Better. Much better. You’re okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine.”

He was so close to death, the man who had saved her life just a few hours earlier.

She’d never fed a vampire before, but after about a minute, she began to experience an extraordinary euphoria, like nothing she’d ever known before. Her heart felt light and free. She realized she hadn’t truly felt normal in weeks.

Now that she did, she rubbed his shoulders but wanted more than just the feel of the flannel beneath her hands.

She caressed his bare neck, and slipped her fingers down his back, savoring his warm skin. Her hips arched against him and that’s when she felt that he was fully aroused, a very natural state for a vampire, lying on top of a woman and taking from her throat.

He groaned, and though he continued to nurse at her throat, he pathed. Don’t do that, Alesia. I won’t be able to control myself. Damn all the elf lords, but your blood has the flavor of berries steeped in wine. I’ve never tasted anything like this in my life. And the power that comes with each hit. I feel like I could do anything.

Maybe it was his voice in her head, or maybe her own latent desire for the man, but desire flooded her like a sudden tsunami. She pulled away from him and started tearing at his pajamas.



New Release Spotlight: Falling For Owen by Jennifer Ryan




The McBrides of Fallbrook return with reformed bad boy Owen. He’ll do whatever he must to protect the woman who’s captured his heart. Attorney by day, rancher by night Owen McBride conquered his dark past and made it his mission to help the innocent—even at the expense of a personal life. But when a client’s abusive ex-husband targets Owen and his gorgeous neighbor Claire gets caught in the crossfire, his feelings turn anything but professional. The mysterious beauty awakens something in him, and he’ll move heaven and earth to keep her safe.

Coffee shop owner Claire Walsh learned the hard way that handsome men aren’t to be trusted. Owen may be sexy as hell and determined to take care of her, but she’s reluctant to put her heart on the line. His presence in her life puts a target on her back, yet the more time she spends with him, the more she finds she can’t help falling for Owen.



Owen woke out of a restless sleep the second the phone rang. The clock read twelve forty-seven. Good news never came this late at night. He hoped this didn’t have anything to do with Shannon, his trouble-prone client. He wished he knew why women stayed in bad situations instead of walking away and never looking back. Shannon had a tendency to waffle under pressure. She’d given her husband far too many chances to prove he wasn’t worth a single one of them.

He hoped she hadn’t listened to whatever sob story Dale conjured to elicit her sympathy, only to draw her in close again. Close enough to hurt her.

Owen grabbed the phone on the second ring. “McBride.”

“Owen, are you okay? He said he hurt you. You have to be all right. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

The last part set off an alarm in his head. Wasn’t the first time she’d set it off either.

“Shannon, slow down. What are you talking about? I’m fine.”

“Dale. He came by, drunk and belligerent as always. Yelling about seeing us together and you taking me away from him.”

Owen raked his fingers through his hair and sat up on the side of the bed, naked and frustrated. Mostly because his bed was empty, but also because his client’s never-ending saga with her ex-husband continued to drag him into her life. He cared about all his clients in some respect, but she’d taken the job he did and the protection it provided her and made it into something more. She’d never quite crossed the line and pushed him for anything, but her reliance on him grew more and more each time they met. He needed some space.

“Where is he now?”

“He left when I refused to open the door and threatened to call the cops.”

Buy It Here: Amazon | B&N | iTunes



JENNIFER RYAN, author of The Hunted Series, writes romantic suspense and contemporary small-town romances.

Jennifer lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her husband and three children. When she isn’t writing a book, she’s reading one. Her obsession with both is often revealed in the state of her home, and how late dinner is to the table. When she finally leaves those fictional worlds, you’ll find her in the garden, playing in the dirt and daydreaming about people who live only in her head, until she puts them on paper.

Find her here: Website | Facebook | Goodreads | Twitter


(Click image for the Falling For Owen tour schedule)


Cover Reveal: Intercepting Love by L.P. Dover

I’m so very pleased to reveal the cover for the beautiful L.P. Dover’s newest novel, Intercepting Love!


Title: Intercepting Love
Author: L.P. Dover
Release Date: May 25, 2014
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary
Cover By: Mae I Design


Both have what she wants … but only one has what she needs.

Working with professional athletes and helping them recover from their injuries has always been Kate Townsend’s dream, but after an accident left her scarred and heartbroken years ago she refuses to let what happened in her past happen again. Staying focused is the key, as well as not letting her feelings interfere with her job … no matter the circumstances. All of that is easier said than done when not only one, but two men crave her healing touch, igniting every single desire she’s denied herself for so long.

Cooper Davis, NFL’s star quarterback and most eligible bachelor, packs up and leaves his home to move across the states to the East Coast after an injury results in the embarrassing trade to another team. Bitter from the pain, he deals with his problems through drugs and alcohol—almost ruining his football career—until he meets the one woman who makes him want to feel; the same woman who refuses to give up on him no matter how many times he screws up. He has to have her, and he’s not going to stop until he makes her his. Especially, now that someone else threatens to take her away.

Motocross champion and local bad boy Luke Collins never takes no for an answer. For the past four months he’s used his charms to get what he wants, and now he’s so close to getting the girl of his dreams … if she’ll give in just once. One time is all he needs, and he’s never been known to fail, but he’s also never had to fight for a woman’s affections. Only one man will win their way into Kate’s heart, but which one will intercept the other and take what they want? Which one will she choose?

Add it to your Goodreads bookshelf


About the Author:

Reveal0416-ILAuthorUSA Today Bestselling author, L.P. Dover, is a southern belle residing in North Carolina along with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she even began her literary journey she worked in Periodontics enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.

Not only does she love to write, but she loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes, white water rafting, and you can’t forget the passion for singing. Her two number one fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime and those songs usually consist of Christmas carols.

Aside from being a wife and mother, L.P. Dover has written over nine novels including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, and her standalone novel, Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read is romantic suspense and she also loves writing it. However, if she had to choose a setting to live in it would have to be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.

L.P. Dover is represented by Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.

Find Her Here: Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Amazon | Goodreads


Remember Me

Remember Me
A short paranormal romance

Part 1 – Fire & Loss
Part 2 – Closure?
Part 3 – Help Me


Rhys stood beside his dad, wondering what the hell he was doing in Service when he could’ve left and gone to the hotel to wait. Instead, he let the old man talk him into coming downstairs after dispatch called needing Richard’s approval on a contract.

“It won’t take long,” Richard said as he opened the office door. “We’ll start as soon as I’m done.”

That was twenty minutes ago. The headache forming behind his eyes was getting worse with each passing minute. He prayed, not for the first time, that the man talking to his dad would shut up soon and go the hell away.

Richard glanced at Rhys from the corner of his eye. Though he said nothing, he could see the irritation and impatience in his eyes. Bringing him to Service was necessary because Brooke Sires was closer than Rhys knew, and finding her was as simple as walking down the hall and opening the door to the filing room.

He just prayed that if his actions angered Rhys, his temper would be short-lived because there was much he needed to know about how she ended up at NASC in the first place.

Giving his full attention to the man talking, Richard said, “Daniel, let me take care of something before we continue. I understand my assistant is still here?”

The little man, a fox shifter, nodded and knuckled his wire-framed glasses up his nose. “Yes, sir. Down the hall, sir. Filing stuff since this morning, sir.”

He nodded, ignoring the man’s nervous habit of dropping “sir” at the end of every sentence. “Thank you. I’ll meet you in your office in a few minutes.”

“Very good, sir,” he said and hurried away.

“This way.” Richard gestured for Rhys to follow him and strode toward the floor’s only hallway.

Rhys stared after his dad’s retreating back, wondering if it was too late to just leave. Richard stopped halfway down the hallway and turned. Even from this distance Rhys could see the older man’s raised eyebrow. He muttered a curse under his breath and hurried to catch up. Guess he was staying.

“Why are we here?” he demanded when he stood, once again, next to Richard.

Richard palmed the doorknob in silence. What would happen when he opened this door would change two lives. Brooke would have the chance to find out about her past. Rhys would be with the woman he loved. Oh, he might not have said outright what he felt for her or even the reason he was looking for her, but Richard knew just the same.

And in terms of being true mates, hierarchy didn’t matter one bit. They would be happy together, love and live together like they were meant to, if Rhys was able to help her remember the past they shared.

Taking a deep breath, Richard said softly, “We’re here because she’s here.”

With a twist of his wrist, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. And Rhys found himself staring at the back of the only woman he wanted.


The scent that filled the room was not Alpha Larson’s. Without turning, Brooke knew someone else stood behind her. Oh, her Alpha was there, undoubtedly in the hallway while the other man entered.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, letting his scent fill her head. Alarm shot through her. She gasped and opened her eyes. She knew him! He was the man from her dreams, who watched her but never spoke to her, who smelled of fresh air and pine and something else she couldn’t name but knew she liked.

But he existed only in her dreams, and dreams didn’t come to life, no matter how appealing they were. Right?

“Miss Sires, I’d like you to meet my son, Alpha Rhys Taggert from northern California.”

The gentle prodding in Alpha Larson’s voice drifted across the room. He wanted her to turn and see the man he’d brought. She swallowed hard and straightened, rolling her shoulders back as she pivoted on her heel.

Oh, god.

Eyes wide, she looked her fill of the man in front of her, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. Her fingers ached to touch him, feel him, learn every line and angle of his body. She curled them into her palms to keep from reaching for him.

The one time she saw him in her dreams had taken her breath away. But seeing him here, right in front of her, in real life, was so much more devastating to her senses. He defined gorgeous with his military-style haircut, dark penetrating eyes, strong jawline, high cheekbones, and firm-looking lips. He was tall, towering over her with ease, power exuding from his wide shoulders, arms corded with muscle, and hands twice the size of hers. No doubt, he was lethal as a wolf shifter but the command he wielded over his strength in human form was undeniable proof to why he was Alpha of his pack and not someone else.

Fates, she was beautiful, more now than she’d been six years ago. Maybe it was their time apart that made him think that because she hadn’t been a girl or young woman when she disappeared. She was curves, radiance, and grace, all of that complimented by her brown curls and eyes, small nose, and full lips. Rhys pushed back the urge to haul her into his arms and kiss her breathless, not for the sake of propriety but because he didn’t want to scare her. He’d just found her; he couldn’t risk losing her again.

Richard spoke from somewhere behind him. “I’ll be in Daniel’s office, Miss Sires. When you’re done here, please escort Rhys to my office and wait for me if I’m not there.”

She nodded, gaze shifting to the floor. “Yes, sir.”

The door swung until the latch caught. Rhys wondered briefly if it was a deliberate move on Richard’s part, then shoved thoughts of the man aside when Brooke shifted her gaze to the floor. Rhys narrowed his eyes at the small female in front of him. He’d have none of that. Alpha or not, he wouldn’t have her staring at the floor when he wanted–no, needed–her to look at him.

Clearing his throat, he said softly, “Please look at me.”

Release Day Blast: Ignite’s April Releases


Set fire to your passions with heart stopping suspense, adventure, and intrigue from Ignite. Each Ignite title features to-die-for heroes and kick-butt heroines on an emotional roller coaster ride toward love. With new books and new passions exploding every month, every Ignite novel is one you can’t put down until the last page is turned. To find out more about their titles, chat with authors, participate in special events, and to find out what books are coming next, visit the Entangled website, follow them on Twitter, and like their Facebook page.

Today I’m happy to be featuring Ignite’s April 14th Releases!!

Her Desert Treasure by Larie BrannickSpecial $0.99 Introductory Price!

Inheriting her grandfather’s ranch is the perfect opportunity for Meg Reynolds to begin again. The land is her only chance to hold onto the last bit of family she had. But Jake Matthews has other plans. He says her grandfather wanted a horse refuge on the land, and despite the heat blazing between them, Jake will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. What Jake realizes he wants is Meg, but someone’s threatening her and seems willing to kill her for her land. Meg doesn’t know who she can trust. When she’s kidnapped, it’s up to Jake to help rescue her before he loses the chance to tell her that he cares more for her than the land that stands between them…


Risk of a Lifetime by Claudia Shelton

Special $0.99 Introductory Price!

Three years ago, Marcy Bradley let the man she loved go so he could follow his career dream of being an FBI agent. She sent divorce papers. He signed. She never filed them. When a disgruntled client threatens her life, her ex, JB, is all that stands between her and an early grave.With a killer after them, Marcy and JB run for their lives, escaping to a lakeside cabin. Their love is rekindled, and JB realizes they’re still married, but will there be time for their passion amidst the explosions and gunshots?


a Rafflecopter giveaway

Cover Reveal: Moments of Julian by Keary Taylor

I’m pleased to reveal the cover of Keary Taylor’s newest romance, Moments of Julian!


Title: Moments of Julian
Author: Keary Taylor
Release Date: May 6, 2014
Genre: Adult, Contemporary
Cover By: Indie Cover Designs


It was just a work party, filled with kissing the well-dressed rear ends of clients and fake smiles. Until my boss accused me of something I didn’t do. Until I got pissed and then there was this guy who was hot and flirting with me, and then there were his hands and the backseat of my car and a night of everything but you know what.

I never expected to see him again. But suddenly Julian Dohring is everywhere. And I can’t get over the endless tattoos that cover his arms, how he’s apparently a recovering video game addict, and dresses like he’s ready to walk down the red carpet at any moment.

Ten years ago I made a pledge to stay away from alcohol and sex, and to never get too personal with anyone. It’s gotten me this far. I’m twenty-seven, I have a career I’ve worked my heart and soul into, and more money than I could ever blow on shoes and the finer things in life. My attitude and pride have always been enough to keep any man from getting too interested. Until Julian…who claims I can’t dance, and has the nerve to call me a “peach.”

I’m Sage McCain, and needless to say, Julian has my attention.

Add it to your Goodreads shelf


About the Author:

Reveal0410-MoJAuthorKeary Taylor grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now resides on a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and their two young children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night. She is the author of THE EDEN TRILOGY, the FALL OF ANGELS trilogy, and WHAT I DIDN’T SAY. To learn more about Keary and her writing process, please visit

Find Her Here: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Daisy Does It All by Kylie Gilmore

I’m pleased to reveal the cover for Kylie Gilmore’s newest book, Daisy Does It All


Title: Clover Park Series, Book 2: Daisy Does It All
Author: Kylie Gilmore
Release Date: May 8, 2014


Reality is overrated…

Exhausted single mom Daisy Garner is shocked when her blog about life with Darling Husband and Baby Delight in their charming Victorian home brings a national talk show to her door.

Amazing! Except she made the whole thing up.

Panic! Now she needs to borrow a Victorian house and find a man to play her fake husband on TV.

Travis O’Hare steps up for the role, as long as she’ll marry him for real. He wants their son to have the stable home life Travis never had.

But before the wedding can happen, Travis and Daisy have to get through the interview with a ratings hungry host and a slick producer with ties to Daisy’s troubled past. When a winter storm traps them all, it begs the question: can two people pretending at love finally discover the real thing?

Add to your Goodreads shelf


About the Author:

Reveal0410-DDIAAuthorKylie Gilmore was lucky enough to discover romance novels at a young age as they were strewn all over the house (thanks, Mom!). She writes quirky, tender romance with a solid dose of humor. Her first book in the Clover Park series, The Opposite of Wild, will launch in January 2014 featuring the oldest of three brothers and his lady love. The next two books in the series give each brother his dream girl (eventually).

Kylie lives in New York with her family, two cats, and a nutso dog. When she’s not writing, wrangling kids, or dutifully taking notes at writing conferences, you can find her flexing her muscles all the way to the high cabinet for her secret chocolate stash.

Find Her Here: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

Giveaway via Rafflecopter: 3 copies of Clover Park Series, Book 1: The Opposite of Wild

Men who aren't afraid to love, women who love with their all, and the happily-ever-after they deserve.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 977 other followers