Blog Tour: The Howling Heart by April Bostic #BEP #Giveaway

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Book Title:The Howling Heart
Author:April Bostic
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 8, 2013
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Paige Donovan is an ambitious college graduate who aspires to reach the top of the corporate ladder. She’s climbing fast when given the promotion of a lifetime at a prestigious fashion magazine in New York City. Her bright future comes to an unexpected halt after news of her father’s death. She inherits his old cabin in the Colorado Rockies, and just when she thinks her luck couldn’t get any worse, she has a car accident in the mountains and awakens in the small, remote community of Black River.

Soon, she’s engulfed in the mystical world of Varulv—wolves descended from 13th century Scandinavia and blessed by Norse gods with the ability to appear human. Paige is desperate to return home, but never expects to fall for her rescuer, Riley Gray, a charming young werewolf from England who offers her an alternate future with his pack. Now, she must choose between the career she’s always wanted and the love she’s always dreamed.


I stood in the hardware section looking at flashlights, when I suddenly felt someone staring at me. I tried to remain inconspicuous as I glanced to my left without turning my head. At the end of the aisle stood a slender, young man at least six feet tall, wearing a red and black plaid, flannel shirt with cut-off sleeves. Lean muscles flexed on his bicep as he grabbed something off the shelf. His bare arms revealed a tattoo on his right shoulder, but I wasn’t close enough to read it.

He must’ve felt my gaze on him, because he looked over at me. The sun gently kissed his skin with a golden tan, and his full lips spread into a charming grin. He had a clean-shaven, square jaw and sharp cheekbones that would make any woman envious. His sandy blonde hair flowed like waves and curled softly on the ends, brushing his ears and collar. A few, untamed strands fell in his eyes, making his hair appear disheveled. There was no doubt in my mind he was handsome.

Immediately, a heat wave crashed beneath my skin…and I knew it wasn’t due to the summer weather. I blushed under his steady gaze and looked away in an attempt to ignore him. For some reason, I couldn’t control myself.My gaze kept finding his. A smirk played on his lips—the color of a summer peach—and I wondered if they tasted as sweet.

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April Bostic is a New Jersey-based, adult romance author who enjoys unleashing her creativity and letting her imagination run wild. Her love of romance books inspired her to become not just a reader, but also a writer. In December 2008, she self-published her first novel, a contemporary romance with a supernatural twist entitled “A Rose to the Fallen”.

Her first short story, “Right Here, Right Now”, released in January 2012, is an erotic romance with a dash of S&M. The following year, she released two more short stories: a romantic urban fantasy inspired by the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche entitled “Eros, My Love”, and a sexy romantic comedy entitled “Love Addiction”.

After five years, she released her second novel, “The Howling Heart” in August 2013, a paranormal romance that delves into the mystical world of werewolves and Norse gods. To end her busiest year in publishing, April also released her fourth short story in December 2013, a historical paranormal romance entitled “A Dark Scandal”.

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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Blog Tour: The Oracle (The Sarah Weston Chronicles, Book Three) by D.J Niko #Giveaway #TheOracleBlogTour #HistoricalFiction #Archeological #Adventure @hfvbt @djnikobooks @Medallion Press

02_The Oracle_CoverThe Oracle (The Sarah Weston Chronicles, Book Three)
by D.J Niko

Publication Date: November 10, 2015
Medallion Press
Paperback; 456p
ISBN-13: 978-1605426273

Genre: Historical/Archaeological Adventure

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In Delphi, the mountain city deemed by the Greek gods to be the center of the Earth, a cult of neo-pagans re-create with painstaking authenticity ancient rituals to glorify the god Apollo and deliver oracles to seekers from around the world.

When antiquities are stolen from a museum in nearby Thebes, British archaeologist Sarah Weston and her American partner, Daniel Madigan, are drawn into a plot that goes beyond harmless role-playing: someone’s using the Delphian oracle as a smoke screen for an information exchange, with devastating consequences for the Western world.

Pitted against each other by the cult’s mastermind, Sarah and Daniel race against time and their own personal demons to uncover clues left behind by the ancients. Their mission: to find the original navel stone marked with a lost Pythagorean formula detailing the natural events that led to the collapse of the Minoan Empire.

But will they find it in time to stop the ultimate terrorist act?


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Daphne Nikolopoulos, photography by Lauren Lieberman / LILA PHOTO

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Daphne Nikolopoulos in an award-winning journalist, author, editor, and lecturer. Under the pen name D.J. Niko, she has written two novels in an archaeological thriller series titled The Sarah Weston Chronicles. Her debut novel, The Tenth Saint (Medallion Press, 2012), won the Gold Medal (popular fiction) in the prestigious, juried Florida Book Awards. Her follow-up release, The Riddle of Solomon, continues the story of British archaeologist Sarah Weston as she seeks the relics—and mystical secrets—left behind by the biblical King Solomon in remote Israel.

Daphne is currently at work on The Oracle, book 3 in The Sarah Weston Chronicles, which releases in 2015. Also slated for publication in 2015 is her first historical novel, The Judgment, which is set in Israel and Egypt in the tenth century BCE.

In addition to writing fiction, Daphne is editor in chief of Palm Beach Illustrated magazine and editorial director of Palm Beach Media Group. Prior to that, she was a travel journalist who logged hundreds of thousands of miles traveling across the globe, with emphasis on little-known and off-the-beaten-path locales—many of which have inspired her novels.

Daphne frequently lectures about her research on the ancient world. She is an instructor at Florida Atlantic University’s Lifelong Learning Society, teaching on the subject of archaeology. She has also spoken to audiences at the Jewish Community Center of the Palm Beaches’ Academy for Continuous Education, and several libraries and private groups throughout Florida.

Born and raised in Athens, Greece, Daphne now resides in West Palm Beach with her husband and twin son and daughter. You can find her on the Web at and connect with her on Facebook (AuthorDJNiko) and on Twitter: @djnikobooks.

Blog Tour Schedule

Monday, November 9
Review at A Book Geek

Tuesday, November 10
Guest Post at Historical Fiction Connection

Wednesday, November 11
Review at Back Porchervations

Friday, November 13
Spotlight at I’d So Rather Be Reading

Monday, November 16
Spotlight & Giveaway at Teddy Rose Book Reviews Plus More

Tuesday, November 17
Review at Book Nerd

Wednesday, November 18
Review at History From a Woman’s Perspective
Spotlight & Excerpt at The Lit Bitch

Thursday, November 19
Spotlight at A Literary Vacation

Friday, November 20
Spotlight at The Never-Ending Book

Monday, November 23
Character Interview at Boom Baby Reviews

Tuesday, November 24
Guest Post at Yelena Casale’s Blog

Friday, November 27
Spotlight at Teatime and Books

Tuesday, December 1
Review at Kristin Un-Ravelle’d

Wednesday, December 2
Review at Book Lovers Paradise

Friday, December 4
Spotlight at Diana’s Book Reviews

Thursday, December 10
Review at One Book Shy of a Full Shelf

Friday, December 11
Guest Post & Giveaway at One Book Shy of a Full Shelf
Spotlight at CelticLady’s Reviews

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Blog Tour: Pretty Little Creatures (The Challenged World #2) by Vince Milam #Giveaway

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This is my stop during the blog tour for Pretty Little Creatures by Vince Milam. This blog tour is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 1 till 14 December, you can view the complete tour schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
So far this series contains 2 books: The Unknown Element (The Challenged World #1) and Pretty Little Creatures (The Challenged World #2).

Pretty Little CreaturesPretty Little Creatures (The Challenged World #2)
By Vince Milam
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Age category: Adult
Release Date: September 10, 2015

Ebola, jihadists, blood diamonds, drug cartels, and a dark force driving events. In pursuit, an eclectic team of three very dissimilar individuals.

A reserved small town sheriff on a reluctant quest for justice. A beautiful and eccentric technology genius striving to piece together international clues to terrorism. An epicurean French priest committed to combat. Can they work together to challenge a nightmarish conspiracy without driving each other crazy?

The resurrection of the blood diamond trade in the fetid jungles of Ebola-infected West Africa draws the trio together. They are joined by a stunning CIA professional killer with a clear and final solution to any problem. Together they struggle against the leaders of the illicit diamond trade and the foul entity providing the child slave labor.

Have they won? The doggedness of the technology genius and the assuredness of the French priest uncover deeper plans—a game of misdirection and intrigue masterminded by a powerful source nested in the evil enclaves of ISIS.

The stakes rapidly rise as the trail leads them into the wild heartland of a Mexican drug cartel—a launching point to unleash a hellish scenario into the U.S. The final conflict looms as forces for good and evil muster for battle. Can three regular people prevent this terrorist attack? They need to, because failure will forevermore alter the life of every American.


Cole remained planted in the center of the room. The priest sat on the sill across from him and smoked, while heat wafted in from the open window. Deputies and staff moved along the hallway, attending to their duties. “Sir, I have my doubts as to your understanding of evil given your life experiences. No offense. You’re a priest. I’m a lawman. I’ve performed this business of mine for some time, seen a lot, and still wrestle with what drives the terrible things I’ve seen, and how it all fits the human experience.” He paused and Francois waited. “I don’t mean to insult you, but the life of a priest is a heckuva lot different than that of a lawman.”

“A valid point,” replied Francois. “Allow me to provide some history. Some context. For many instances, I would agree. Perhaps you will see I possess some rather unique experiences.”

Francois gave a high-level overview of his work. He talked of possessions and exorcisms, his research into the nature and manifestations of evil, and his conviction that the human experience included evil external forces.

“It is not my intention to be intrusive, Sheriff. No. It is my intention to pursue a personal endeavor. Your knowledge of the current situation may be of great help. With such matters, I fear great danger for those unprepared. Therefore, I do not seek physical assistance. No. I seek your perspective. Private insights.” Francois extended his hands, palms up, as if to receive something.

Cole’s chin dropped to his chest and his defenses began to fade under the weight of uncertainty and isolation. Other than the phone call to Nadine to gather intelligence on Moloch, he had dealt with all of it alone. No definitive third-party ties or motives looped back to the nursing home horror. Burt Hall had killed his own mother, for God’s sake. But something didn’t fit. On a visceral level, something felt wrong. After three days, it had worn on him. Justice had not been fulfilled. He suspected answers might not be available through any normal or rational means. The thought of that dismissive SOB Moloch—flicking his damn hand—in the middle of that mess made for sleepless nights. Now this priest had arrived out of nowhere and clearly had no intention of leaving him alone. But the guy had different perspectives, for sure. There was a strange comfort in that.

He closed the office door. Francois stayed perched on the windowsill. Cole sat on the edge of the desk and let one leg dangle. The giggles of two young girls carried from the sidewalk through the open window, mixed with cigarette smoke and the musk of old-fashioned roses.

“I need to bounce some things off somebody, and do it without getting straitjacketed. Maybe …” Cole hesitated. “Maybe you can, or maybe you are able to—and I’m pretty hesitant to mention it—shed some light on some things. Things that I’d sure like answers to.”

Francois remained motionless, so Cole continued.

“I don’t know you. And I’m fixin’ to trust you with something. Something I haven’t talked with anyone about.” He was crossing the Rubicon, hell-bent on answers. “Sorta confessional, isn’t it?”

“You can trust me, Sheriff. I give you my word as a man of God.” Francois took another drag, crushed the cigarette against the outside brick wall, and showed Cole the butt as he tossed it in a nearby wastebasket. “And you can trust me as a man who can relate to your experiences.”

Gulls called from the outside salt air, and the sounds of coins as they slid into the soda vending machine drifted through the closed door from the hallway.

“There was someone.”

Francois slid off the windowsill and eased toward Cole, as if any sudden movements might spook the sheriff.

“You saw. Your eyes observed?” asked Francois.

At that moment, a clerk gave a cursory knock and stuck his head in the door to announce, “Sheriff, there’s a call on line two you’ll want to take.”

Francois raised both hands, blew out a puff of disgust, and gave the young clerk a glare that caused the door to slam shut. Cole snapped out of his reverie and moved back behind the desk, grabbed the phone, and punched line two on the antiquated system. “Yes, sir. No problem. No, sir. Three hours. Will do.” He set the phone down and turned to grab his hat. “I’m afraid I have to go, Father. Right now.”

“Again, call me Francois. And to where, might I ask? It is most important, our discussion.”

“Austin. It’s three hours. I won’t be back until late today.” A decision made and potential lunacy averted, Cole added, “I believe our discussion has ended. It’s all craphouse crazy. There’s nothing I can do for you, Francois.”

“Bon. I shall see you tonight then.” The priest moved with his determined style to the door, apparently unable to grasp the meaning of “ended.” Before he exited, Francois spun and pointed a finger at Cole. His round, florid face had taken on a hard intensity.

“You saw. Your heart. You felt. You saw.”

A loud, puffed-cheek exhale, rife with resignation and relief, accompanied Cole’s reply. “Yeah. I saw.”


As they approached Houston, Cole gave Francois background on Nadine. He tried to explain in a digestible format how people might construe her as different. She had always been infatuated by computers, the languages of software, puzzles, and games. Her analytical mind frightened those who chose to get close. When the Internet and all its tendrils bloomed, she dove in lock, stock, and barrel. She had found her calling. No encryption existed that she could not break, no firewall she couldn’t breach, no system she couldn’t hack, and no information she couldn’t find. She carried a Top Secret clearance.

The main house had ionic columns and a porte cochère through which they drove to park in the shade of a huge river oak next to the garage. Francois couldn’t wait to smoke and lit one as they ascended the peeling wooden stairs to Nadine’s apartment.

Nadine flung open the door and admonished them to hurry before the cold air escaped. She stood in flip-flops, shorts, and an old Colt .45s T-shirt. As Cole approached, she panicked a bit, not sure how to greet him. Cole removed that concern when he gave her a big hug and a “How’re you, Nadine?” She hugged back and patted him on the back as he entered. “That’s Francois,” he tossed over his shoulder, followed by “Howdy, Mule.” She thought it was a nice touch to remember the cat’s name. The guy was authentic, no doubt.

Francois stood before her. “Mademoiselle. Francois Domaine at your service.” He gave a slight bow.

“Can I have one of those?” she asked, pointing at the lit cigarette.

“But of course!”

As he reached for the pack of smokes, she grabbed him by the arm and led him inside. The insulated metal door closed with a heavy clank.

“I know you fellas are thirsty after that drive. Drinks? Ice tea or adult beverage? How was traffic? Francois, sit anywhere. You’re a priest? Can I call you Francois? I like your socks.”

She turned and flip-flopped into the small kitchen while Cole relaxed in a comfortable chair and signaled for Francois to do the same. She paused long enough for an answer and to watch Francois inspect the couch and its resident, Mule the cat.

“Oui. Francois will be quite adequate.”

“Adult beverages, please,” Cole said.

“Cole, I haven’t seen you for almost a year. Tell me about the kids,” she said as kitchen cabinets opened and slammed shut in her quest for glasses.

“College appears to suit Lisa. Jeri Ann still hangs with the bum in Lubbock,” said Cole.

“Jeri Ann may not agree that her beau working toward a PhD constitutes bum status,” came back from the kitchen, followed by, “there they are.”

Francois settled on the opposite side of the couch from Mule and viewed the mishmash of computers, monitors, servers, and assorted blinking lights while she poured. He held one hand under the cigarette as a portable ashtray.

Nadine carried in three Flintstone jelly glasses and a bottle of Maker’s Mark bourbon—the latter stored in the freezer with a handful of mint from under her stairway shoved down the neck and mixed with the liquor. She always believed it made for a nice cocktail on a hot summer evening. She balanced on one foot and used the other to sweep documents off the coffee table in front of Francois. His long ash and lifted palm prompted a rush back into the kitchen to return with a vintage Tiffany silver ashtray.

“Wilma, Fred, and Bam-Bam,” she said. Nadine figured two fingers each of the Tennessee liquid ought to do it unless this priest wanted something different. If that was the case, she had wine cooling in the fridge.

Cole got Fred. Francois stared at the offered Bam-Bam glass, and then with quick, sure movements placed the cigarette in the ashtray and accepted the drink. He took a long and loud sniff of the bourbon, gave a grunt of satisfaction as he took a first sip, smacked his lips, and settled back, giving Mule a look with every bit as much attitude as Mule conveyed toward him. This was good to see, since the priest and Mule both needed to find personal demarcation even if it resembled the Maginot Line. The grunt of satisfaction struck her as a nice touch.

Nadine sat at her computer console and swung the chair around, planted her now flip-flop-less feet on the coffee table, and began rummaging through a Folgers coffee container filled with small bottles of nail polish.

“I suppose I could have offered something other than bourbon,” said Nadine. “I have some wine.”

“No, don’t go there,” said Cole. He smiled at Francois. The priest responded with a shrug.

“It’s good to see you, Cole. It really is. First time in Texas, Francois?”

Francois adjusted himself on the couch and said, “Oui. I have purchased a belt.”

She gandered at the snakeskin around his waist. “Nice. Are you celibate?”

“Oh, Nadine,” groaned Cole.

“It is part of my calling,” said Francois.

Cole rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “Those murders were a bad, bad deal, Nadine. You and I aren’t going to see worse.”

“Meadow Green or Mystic Purple?” she asked, and lifted two small nail polishes from the container, then took the proffered cigarette, already lit by Francois.

“And this Moloch character. I just don’t know,” continued Cole.

“And the effect. To what effect?” asked Francois, as one hand gave a broad sweeping gesture, directed toward Nadine.

“Analytical but passionate. Vulnerable but in control. Right, Cole?” She didn’t take her gaze off the two bottles of polish.

Cole appeared undaunted by the other two’s conversation and said, “This isn’t the usual crime story. Not by a long shot. Something is going on. Some connectivity I cannot get my head around.”

“Pourpre. Purple,” said Francois.

Nadine pursed her lips. “Yup. I think you’re right.”

Francois took a sip and said, “For such lovely feet, one may wish to improve on those.” He pointed with his chin at her Walmart flip-flops.

“Folks, this is serious. Nadine, pay attention please,” said Cole.

She heeded Cole’s admonition to a small degree. “I’ve got nothing on Mr. Moloch yet. But I will, bucko. I will,” she said, shaking the purple nail polish and waving her other hand in the general direction of all the computer equipment. “Retro. Very much a throwback to simpler times,” she said to Francois, pointing at the flip-flops.



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The Unknown ElementThe Unknown Element (The Challenged World #1)
By Vince Milam
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
Age category: Adult
Release Date: March 3, 2015

Three very different individuals. A dark force rising. The chase begins. A reserved small town sheriff in pursuit of justice. A beautiful and eccentric technology genius striving to understand. A bon vivant French priest committed to finding answers.

A horrific event in a sleepy Gulf Coast town pulls them together and the trio find themselves on a quest for the truth about good and evil, travelling first to Wales and the scene of another shocking nightmare, then on to the ISIS killing fields of Syria where the stakes rise even higher.

Can these three dissimilar people find answers without driving each other crazy? Can they survive while Middle East factional war rages around them? They need to, because the potential fate of millions hangs on it.

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VINCE MILAM has lived all over the world, traipsing through the Amazon, Congo, and Papua New Guinea—all the while demonstrating bourbon has medicinal qualities. Raised in Texas, he lives in the mountainous West where he proves—annually—that God doesn’t want us driving on snow. He relishes great reads, fine trout streams, family, old friends, and—especially—writing fast-paced thrillers with a dose of humor and a spiritual twist.

The first two books in the Challenged World series rank high on the Amazon lists in both Thrillers/Terrorism and Christian/Mystery. You can visit him at to learn about new releases and writer’s angst. He can also be visited at or on Twitter @vince_milam

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Sales Blitz: Angel to the rescue & No going back by Petie McCarty #BEP @authorpetie #Giveaway

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No Going Back:

Kellen Brand’s inheritance turns out to be a whopper — one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel! Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick.

Her handsome and reclusive neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family’s secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.

Unfortunately, Kellen can’t seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It’s her only hope of staying alive.

Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel…


Angel to the Rescue:

Child psychologist Rachel Kelly isn’t quite sure how to handle the situation with her newest client — a six-year-old boy who says he can talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel’s Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage.

Police negotiator, Lt. Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts, Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make — stand back and wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue.

Unless Rachel’s little angel-spying client is telling the truth…


No Going Back (Kellen falls in the River):

The frigid water closed in over Kellen, and she lashed out with both arms to force her head above the surface for a desperate breath. Her hiking boots would sign her death warrant; they already felt like concrete blocks. She had only minutes, maybe seconds, to keep herself afloat. She thrashed again, and this time her face barely cleared the water’s surface. She was ready and screamed with all her might.

The icy water filled her eyes, but she couldn’t devote the split second needed to wipe them, so intent was she on keeping her mouth above the water long enough for a precious lungful of air. She scissored her legs to help her dwindling buoyancy, but the physical act was so difficult with the boots on, her muscles screamed with the effort.

How many more times can I get a breath? Two maybe three?

All her muscles strained in revolt as she scissored her legs again. She plummeted after each thrust, and her best effort barely pushed her mouth and nose above the surface. She didn’t scream again; there was no one around to hear, and she couldn’t spare the strength. Less than a minute had passed since she’d hit the water.

Down she pushed her arms, but the heavy flannel shirt fought back. She opened her eyes and could see the surface, yet at the peak of her thrust, her lips were still in the water. She tried to scissor her legs, but she had nothing left. She feared she would sink and flailed both arms upward.

Death hovered at her shoulder, near as the blackest of shadows beneath the dock, tangible enough that she could reach out and touch it. She pulled her head back and saw a blurred shadow moving overhead. Hope buoyed her escape from the frigid arms of the river pulling her down, and she forced her way to the surface.

A huge hand plunged into the icy water and grabbed her right arm, and she felt her body pulled toward the surface. The second her mouth was exposed to the air, she gasped for a breath. A cough wracked her frame and threatened the tenuous hold of the mighty hand on her arm. She sunk back down, her eyes filled with water, and her vision blurred. She felt as though she weighed a ton, with the soaked clothing and boots, and grew terrified the hand couldn’t hold on. Yet she was pulled higher until another hand grabbed the back of her shirt, and her body was yanked up and sideways onto the deck. The mighty hands released her, and she clutched at the wooden planks to be sure she was far enough from the precipice to the icy water. She heaved two successive gasps, and a hard sob wracked her frame.

Two strong arms tugged her upright. She blinked rapidly to clear her blurred vision and saw Luke’s face, his dark eyes wide. Nothing had ever looked so good to her in all her life. With another hard sob, she threw herself into his arms and broke into tears. The brush with death shattered all her resolve and kindled emotions buried in the deepest recesses of her heart.

He pulled her roughly to him and held her tight to his chest, mumbling soothing words into her ear. His warmth seeped into her, and she clung to him like her lifeline — digging her fingers into his back, unwilling to let go, and unable to stop crying.

“I almost d-drowned,” she stuttered, her face still buried against his chest.

“Good Lord, I know,” he rumbled and squeezed her tight to him again.

“If you had been a minute later,” she wheezed and tried to look up at him.

“Don’t even think that!” he snapped.

She flinched and pulled back. His gaze looked hard and unyielding.

“Just be glad I got here in time,” he whispered, and his eyes grew darker. He cupped her cheeks, lowered his mouth, and gently brushed his lips against hers.

The sizzle of heat shot straight to her heart and warmed her from the inside out. All she could manage was a nod. His kiss twisted all her wild emotions into a spinning vortex, allowing her only to react without thought, and she leaned in to kiss him again.

Angel To The Rescue [Rachel goes to Jake’s apartment]

Rachel raised a finger to press the doorbell, and the front door jerked open. Startled, she jumped back.

“Are you gonna ring the damn bell or just stare at it all afternoon?” a grizzled-looking Jake asked.

His hair stuck out all over, and he had a two-day growth of beard that gave him a dangerous look — that and the black tee-shirt and sweats he had on.

He bent down until they were almost nose to nose. “Well?”

“Oh… Um… Y-yes, I was going to press the bell, but now the door’s open.”

He straightened, his expression grim. “First Wally and now you.”


“Wally came by earlier to save me from my depressing thoughts.” He stepped back and held the door wide. “I assume that’s why you’re here. You coming in?”

“Oh, yes.” Her heart was beating so hard she feared he could see the pulse vibrate in her neck. He looked so sexy all rumpled up like that, and her fingertips started tingling again — wanting to touch him anywhere to complete the connection.

She stepped past him and reminded herself she was only here today as a friend and a counselor.

As though he read her mind, Jake said, “You’d only come to my apartment if you thought I was sick or needed help, right?”

“Yes — I mean, no.” She turned to face him and saw the pain in his eyes. “I mean, I–“

Pain from the Buckhead crisis or pain from her?

“Which is it?” he asked flatly.

She should have known this wouldn’t be easy.

“I went by the station first.”

That apparently surprised him. He recovered quickly. “I’m still waiting for the why.”

“You’d called in sick. I wanted to see if you needed–“

“Needed what, Rachel? You?” He closed the door, and the room suddenly seemed quite small. And quite dark — all the blinds were pulled and the only light came from the nearby television.

“I thought maybe you’d need to talk about–“

She stopped. He had taken two steps closer, and she couldn’t think. She took a deep and very audible breath.

“You’ve never been at a loss for words before, Rachel.”

“We’ve never been broken up before,” she blurted.

His eyes widened noticeably, then darkened. At least she thought they did — tough to tell by TV light.

“You’re right,” he said hoarsely. “How do you like it?”

“I don’t.”

“Me neither,” he growled.

Stay on track. Remember why you’re here.

“Jake, I came by to see you because of the Buckhead crisis.”

“I figured as much.”

She could’ve sworn he looked disappointed for a fleeting moment. That gave her the courage to go on. “To offer my shoulder–“

“To cry on?” he sneered.

“No! To lean on. Please don’t be ugly.”

“I can’t help it. You broke us up.”

Incredulous, she gaped at him. “Me! Must I remind you? You left me.”

He closed the distance between them — so close she could feel his body heat.

“You let me leave,” he said gruffly.

“I didn’t–“

“You let me leave,” he repeated his face only inches away.

His unique Jake scent wafted over her. She wanted to smother in it. She wanted…

“I didn’t want you to go,” she whispered.

She felt his arms slide around her at the moment his lips touched hers. No gentle kiss this. It spoke of need and desperation. His — hers — she didn’t know for sure. She just wanted to cry from the relief of having his arms around her again.

She knuckled her fists into his warm tee shirt and tried to pull him closer, but the shirt was old and stretched unmercifully. She felt his lips smile against hers as he grabbed a breath and then kissed her again, his tongue sweeping in to stroke hers.

She could die from his wonderful familiar taste. She gave up on the shirt and wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer, to pull him into her if she could.

Suddenly, she felt his hands at her hips pressing her back, and she shamelessly hung on tighter. He reached up and pulled her hands down and then kissed each one.

His eyes were almost black. No doubt a reflection of hers.

“Like coming home, isn’t it?” he rasped, his voice so hoarse it came out as a whisper.

Unable to get words past the lump forming in her throat, she could only nod happily and rested her forehead against his chest.


Meet the Author

Petie spent a large part of her career working as a biologist at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job in order to write her stories full-time.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

Petie has five books published with Desert Breeze, including her Mystery Angel Romance series, and her newest release, Cinderella Busted, is with Soul Mate Publishing.

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Book Blitz: Sonar the Cyclone by B Truly #Giveaway

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This is my stop during the book blitz for Sonar the Cyclone (Sonar #2) by B Truly. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 30 November till 4 December, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
So far this series contains 3 books: Sonar The Crashing (Sonar #1), Melanie’s Evanescent Journey (Sonar #1.5) and Sonar the Cyclone (Sonar #2)

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By B Truly
Genre: Fantasy, Sci-fi-Romance, Space Opera
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: July 3, 2015

Is your destiny determined by what the future has foretold? Or is fate deemed in the hands of what you behold?

The Royal 4 are now back on their home territory of Nazari, determined to get things back to normal. Syira’s forbidden love is being held captive. She is hell-bent on fighting for him despite the immense obstacles. She must find a way to convince her race that Kadeem is not dangerous. Their threat lies from deeper within.

Shiray has accepted her past and is moving forward with her life, but it comes back to haunt her tenfold. That all changes when she stumbles across the truth. Now, she must pick up the pieces of her shattered life.

They are in the calm but know when they approach the dirty side of the Cyclone storm, terrible things will unravel. The future is revealed and they get a glimpse of Fate’s course. Time is not on their side. They must attempt to change their destiny or their world will be doomed.


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Teron sat next to me—too close for my comfort, only a few inches away. I shifted my body at an angle to put some distance between us. He didn’t seem to think anything of it and flashed an immense smile.

“Now, where were we,” he began.

My mind was in a million places; Kadeem, the war, him holding my hand when I didn’t want him to….

“I would like for us to try again, Syira.”

What! This was way off of the subject we were supposed to be discussing. No, you arrogant Kadanan! I only want to be with Kadeem. But that seemed impossible.

“Um, I’m not sure that is a good idea to court with war upon us. Let’s be friends for now.”

“The way things are now is even more of a reason. We don’t know what’s going to happen. I believe everyone should seize the moment.”

He shocked me by grabbing the back of my head. Then he leaned in and kissed me. It happened so fast I didn’t have time to react. His lips touched mine forcefully. His hand held my head so tightly I could barely move. I heard a loud noise, and simultaneously Rose, one of our maidens, came into the room. Teron drew back and I moved as far from him on the sofa as I could.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to intrude. Would you like any refreshments?” Rose asked, blushing.

“It’s okay, Rose. And yes, you can bring us refreshments.” I was glad for the interruption.

Teron was sitting there looking smug. The bastard. He was happy with himself and seemed even happier that someone had seen us. I couldn’t believe he had kissed me. Well, it wasn’t like I responded. He’d caught me off guard, but I was not going to let it happen again. I felt guilty, like I was betraying Kadeem.

“Very well, Madam,” Rose said, leaving the room rather quickly. Teron continued to grin. I wanted to roll my eyes, but somehow reframed.

“Did you hear a noise right before Rose walked in?” I asked.

“Yeah. She probably tripped over something.”

Maybe, I thought. Teron inched closer to me. Ugh! I stopped him dead in his tracks.

“…Teron, I’m really worried about what is happening on our planet. Can you please fill me in? It would make me feel better.”

“Sure. I’ll tell you what I know. Then you can focus on us. But I’m sure our male warriors will be able to keep Kadan safe, if it comes down to it.”

I bit my lip so I didn’t curse him out. What a chauvinistic pig! Women on our planet fought side by side with men equally during combat.

Teron continued and told me about different Kadanan quadrants teaming up for battle. Also that there had been several occurrences of small attacks. This was a shock. I knew of one small battle where a group of Polars had come to our planet, and had been taken out, but not several of them. When was my father planning on telling us? Then Teron told me about some of his father’s fighting strategies, but I found it hard to listen now that I knew how bad things had gotten.

“Do you know why we are not in the meeting with the others?” I patiently waited for an answer.

“Well…I asked my father to ask your father for some alone time with you.”

I knew it. The nerve of him. “So this was your idea?”

“Yes. I already told you, I want us to try again. We make a good team, and your father has told me I am well suited for you.”

My father needed to mind his own damn business when it came to my personal life. But he was just doing what he always did; being the king, and making decisions for everyone’s life. Praise Sonar I heard Shi coming down the hall. She pranced into the room with a devious expression. She knew I needed her to rescue me.

“King Julius will be finishing up shortly. Teron, your father wants you in the meeting.”

“Oh, all right,” he said standing up. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Until next time, Syira. Hopefully, that will be soon.”

Don’t bet on it. “Okay. It was nice talking with you, Teron.” He inclined his head, acknowledging Shi. Then he strolled out of the room.

“Bout time you saved me.”

“Better late than never. He really was needed in the meeting. Things are getting crazy.”

“I know. I got a lot of information from Teron.”

“What did you find out?”

We filled each other in about the details we had learned. A while later, I heard men’s voices coming down the hall.

“I’m going to head upstairs, Shi. I’ve had all I can take of Teron for one evening.”

“Okay. We can talk more later.” She gave me a hug.

“I’m so worried now after hearing all of this. Something is telling me things on our planet will never be the same again,” I whined.

“All we can do is have faith.”

I was too scared of what fate had in store to reply. I snuck to my room. My mind was spinning in a whirlwind. When I finally got into bed I had a horrible headache. My brain was on overload. But, regardless of the impeding war, I still had Kadeem. Blasphemy or not, I was in too deep. I would see him tomorrow no matter what.


I sat in the soft spot of the rocks waiting impatiently for Kadeem. It was fifteen past six and I was starting to worry that he wouldn’t show. I stood up and paced back and forth. Had he gotten my messages? If he didn’t, then he wouldn’t know I would be here. And if he didn’t come, then when would I see him again? I let out an uncontrolled whimper and then heard the swooshing sound from his teleporting. He appeared a few feet in front of me. I was flooded with relief.

“Praise Sonar you made it.” I beamed at him. I thought he would stride over and scoop me in his arms as he always did. But he just stood there, glaring at me. “Hi,” I said cautiously.

“Hello,” he whispered. His forehead was wrinkled, and the expression on his face was one I’d never seen before. He still made no attempt to move toward me so I bravely walked up to him.

“Kadeem, what’s wrong?” He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “You’re scaring me. Tell me why you are upset?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he stiffened. Huh? He’d never done that before. “Please, talk to me?”

“What do you want me to say, Syira?”

“Say about what?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were courting someone?”

“Courting someone?”

“Don’t lie to me! I saw you with him yesterday at the palace.”

I inwardly cringed. “Oh…Teron.”

“So that’s his name?” he asked, fuming and pulling away from my embrace. His eyes were filled with rage. The golden glow around his honey brown eyes blazed like fire. It was very intimidating, and I took a step back. What had he seen? Then I remembered the noise I’d heard right before Rose came in. It must have been him. Ugh! He must have seen Teron kiss me. I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to explain. But, truthfully, I was afraid of him right now.

“Syira, I have never had these feelings before and don’t know how to control them. I’ve never been this angry. I almost didn’t come today because I’m still upset. I thought you felt the same way about me.”

I bravely interrupted him. “We are not together anymore.”

Anymore? Well, I saw you holding hands and him kiss you! It took all of my Polar strength not to break his neck. He was all over you.”

My fears were confirmed. He had seen it all.


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Earlier books in this series:
Sonar the CrashingSonar the Crashing (Sonar #1)
By B Truly
Genre: Fantasy, Sci-fi-Romance, Space Opera
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: October 1, 2013

Is it more than déjà vu? With the Romeland family it may be destined to be true.

Life on Earth is not the only place where devastation occurs and hard choices must be made. The Royal 4 of Kadan live in the Sonar galaxy three million light years from Earth. They travel to Earth to obtain the resources they need to give their world a fighting chance.

Their mission is compromised and they’re faced with life changing events. They have amnesia and no memory of their past. Strange dreams start to occur. They wonder if it’s more than a dream, or is it déjà vu?

The mind is a complex mystery. Amnesia is a secret unknown. The role it manifests in these characters’ lives is a catastrophic cyclone.

Shiray is frantic when she is the first to find out about their true destiny and that the love of her life no longer remembers who she is. She must find a way to restore her family before all is lost. They must prevail because the fate of their planet lies in their hand.

What would you do if you had amnesia and fell in love, only to learn upon regaining your memory, that you are already married?

Find out in this New Adult, Sci-Fi, Romance thriller!

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By B Truly
Genre: Fantasy, Sci-fi-Romance, Space Opera
Age category: New Adult
Release Date: April 23, 2014

New Adult, Paranormal-Romance Companion novel for The Sonar Series

True Love may cost a price, if the greater good preordains that you are the sacrifice.

There are always two sides to a story. Melanie Wilhelm’s begins after she moves from Australia and starts her senior year at Cashmere High. On her first day, she bumps into a mysterious guy, and they form an instant connection. They become friends and he shares his deepest secret with her. As they grow closer, their relationship amplifies and becomes binding. Strange things occur, but instead of worrying, Melanie’s feelings intensify.

The excitement of New Year’s Eve approaches, and so does Jason’s most devastating revelation of all. She learns his ultimate truth and is now spun into his chaotic web. The danger rises and hard choices must be made. By being with Jason, Melanie may have to sacrifice more than her heart. It may cost her life.

Melanie’s Evanescent Journey ties into books one and two of The Sonar Trilogy. From spiraling twists to devastating plots, her journey will make you question fate and true love.

Is fate something you can control? Some believe it’s in the hands of what you behold.

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B Truly has wanted to be an author since she was fifteen years old and is grateful to have accomplished this dream. She has very vivid dreams and a wild imagination. She likes to read, watch tons of TV shows, and movies. She is addicted to romance and gets a thrill out of action and suspense. She writes New Adult Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Paranormal-Romance.

In the Sonar series, B Truly said, “It was fun to explore different elements of Sci-fi romance and create various realms of powers for my characters. I want to show my readers that Sci-fi can be fun, but also traumatic. I hope you guys enjoy the Sonar Series.”

B Truly has three wonderful children and a husband who defines the person she today. She works full-time as an Ultrasound technologist in Sugarland, Texas.

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For the first giveaway one winner will win the following prizes: a $20 Amazon gift card and Swag: 1 Sonar The Cyclone photo magnet, 1 Dance with Amnesia photo magnet, 1 Melanie’s Evanescent Journey bookmark and 1 Sonar The Crashing pen.

For a chance to win, you have the visit the excerpt stops during this blitz and answer 5 questions. There is one questions for each excerpt. You can submit your answers in the giveaway form.
These are the questions you have to answer:
– Question 1: What is Kadeem’s power?
– Question 2: What is the name of the Kadanan that told Syira what she was carrying was blasphemy?
– Question 3: What is the name of the Kadanan gift that Syira and Kadeem experienced?
– Question 4: What was the name of Syira’s ex-suitor?
– Question 5: What power did Shiray’s attacker have in this excerpt?
The answers can be found during the book blitz. Each day has a corresponding excerpt, so the answer to the first question can be found in the excerpt posted on day 1 of the tour, answer 2 can be found in the excerpt during the second day of the tour etc.

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Book Blitz: Fatal Desire by Christine OW #BEP @Christina_OW #Giveaway

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Book Title: Fatal Desire
Author: Christina Ow
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 5, 2015
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As the head of the North Vampire Coven and owner of Caprice Casino and Club Moroii, alpha-male billionaire Lance Steel has more money and incredible good looks than any one man deserves. He is a great husband and father, but he’s also a vampire. His wife, Leila, is human and his son is a dhampir—half human and half vampire—but in order to live a human life with his wife and son, he wants to become human again.

As a brilliant doctor and scientist, Leila has developed a sunlight serum, and friends Amy and Elias are working on a cure for vampirism, but is Lance willing to give up his vampire and become human again for his family? Or will his decision cost him the lives of his wife and son, and the destruction of his entire coven? Which path will he choose at the crossroads?


Elaine slowly crept into the room, making her feet fall as light as she could as she approached the bed. She didn’t want the little girl to wake and scream the entire house awake. She didn’t want her presence to be known. Not just yet. Elaine got to the head of the bed and stared down at her. She was so beautiful. A perfect little angel asleep with her favorite stuffed purple elephant clutched to her chest as she lay on her back. Her vulnerability scared Elaine. Anyone could take her from her bed and she wouldn’t have a chance to scream. She probably wouldn’t stir awake when she was touched, easy for someone to slit her throat. Elaine squeezed her eyes shut, banishing the scary thoughts out of her mind. God, she couldn’t think like that anymore. Things were different now, safer for her.

Katya. Elaine wanted so much to touch her, to kiss her, to hold her in her arms and never let go. Despite everything, she would never regret having her baby girl. Katya was the only good thing to ever come from her. Elaine had been away for a very long time, but it had all been for her, for Katya’s safety. She really hoped her daughter still remembered her.

She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly to her baby’s head then whispered, “You sleep so well my heart, because you know you are loved.”

Elaine paused where she was and held very still when she felt movement behind her.

“You know, this is how people get shot—breaking and entering.”

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Christina OW writes suspense, thrillers, erotica, interracial and multicultural romance books. She is the author of Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Regency Romance books and a poet of currently 3 titles. She loves reading novels that take her on a ride of wild emotions. Books have always been an escape for her, for a few hours she gets to live the lives of characters she grows to cherish and admire. She’s always had an active imagination and because of it has lived in her head more than she has been in the outside world. She always imagined scenarios and wondered how they would turn out in the end, and what kind of emotions they would invoke. Thus began her writing career.

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