Day 3 Book Highlight: Touch Me

Title: Touch Me #1

Series: Touch Me

Author: Skye Malone

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Wildflower Isle

Publication Date: February 18, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-940617-30-5

Cover Designer: Karri Klawiter

Caitlin Faire was only expecting a simple night out to celebrate her best friend’s twenty-first birthday. But enter one gorgeous and mysterious guy, and inexplicable visions that can’t possibly be real, and you have an evening that becomes anything but simple.

Suddenly, she’s seeing visions everywhere. Being overwhelmed by strange impulses she can’t control. She thinks she’s going insane.

Until she almost kills the first man she touches.

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“What are you doing?
I jump, my gaze snapping to the doorway at the harsh whisper. And he’s standing there. The guy from the club. From the street. A matte black jacket covers him now, and if not for the moonlight streaming through the window on the other side of the room, he’d disappear into the thick shadows entirely.
But he’s here. Like the street, here. On the seventh floor of a hospital that’s mostly shut down for the night. Terrified, I back
away.
Or try to.
My legs won’t hold me. The adrenaline of the past moments has shot all my reserves of energy. I crumple back against the pale green curtain and hear the rungs clatter on the metal pole overhead.
He’s at my side in an instant, his strong hands catching me before I can fall farther.
And suddenly, breathing becomes distinctly optional.
“You’re hurt,” he hisses angrily.
“You need your strength. Why are you—”
He cuts off when he glances to the dark-haired girl on the bed, and something about his face goes still. It lasts only a heartbeat, though. Then he turns back to me and the odd expression is gone.
“Come on,” he says rather than continue berating me.
His grip adjusts on me, one arm sliding around my back while the other takes my legs, and he lifts me
effortlessly. Instinctively, my arms wrap around his neck, hanging on tight as he carries me to the hospital bed.
And I can’t breathe. I so can’t breathe. Part of me — the sane, rational, smart-Caitlin part of me — wants to scream bloody murder for the nurse. Because he was there, right when I noticed the fog for the first time.
Right when I realized what was happening to me. It could be his fault for all I know.
But the rest of me isn’t listening. The rest of me is locked on him. On the sensation of his jacket against my bare legs, the fabric warmed by his body. On the way I can feel his muscles moving in his chest when he turns with me in his arms. I bite my lip, all manner of urges and thoughts flying through my head. Only a lifetime of habit crushes them before they take me like wildfire.
Gently, he lowers me to the hospital bed. His arms leave me and he sinks down, folding into the chair at my bedside with fluid ease. He’s comfortable in his body, I can tell. More comfortable than anyone I’ve ever seen. Moonlight touches his skin and shoulders with silver, though much of his face is hidden in the shadow the light casts.
But his eyes are on me. I can see them, barely, in the darkness. They make it difficult to think.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
Skye Malone is a fantasy and paranormal romance author, which means she spends most of her time not-quite-convinced that the things she imagines couldn’t actually exist.
Born and raised in central Illinois, she hopes someday to travel the world — though in the meantime she’ll take any story that whisks her off to a place where the fantastic lives inside the everyday. She loves strong and passionate characters, complex villains, and satisfying endings that stay with you long after the book is closed. An inveterate writer, she can’t go a day without getting her hands on a keyboard, and can usually be found typing away while she listens to all the adventures unfolding in her head.
Skye also writes YA urban fantasy as Megan Joel Peterson and is the author of The Children and the Blood trilogy.
 
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Book Highlight: Touch Me – Skye Malone

Title: Touch Me #1

Series: Touch Me

Author: Skye Malone

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Wildflower Isle

Publication Date: February 18, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-940617-30-5

Cover Designer: Karri Klawiter

Caitlin Faire was only expecting a simple night out to celebrate her best friend’s twenty-first birthday. But enter one gorgeous and mysterious guy, and inexplicable visions that can’t possibly be real, and you have an evening that becomes anything but simple.

Suddenly, she’s seeing visions everywhere. Being overwhelmed by strange impulses she can’t control. She thinks she’s going insane.

Until she almost kills the first man she touches.

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Dark eyes meet mine.
Everything slows, like the world
melts into molasses and in it, I’m stuck. A guy stands in front of me, his body
only inches away, and suddenly, he’s the only one in the room. The dancers fade
into shadows and mist. The music is the low thrum that underscores the world.
And there’s just him. Black skin, dark as I’ve ever seen. Sculpted arms hinting
at a strong body, as if everything of him is muscle and sinew. He’s about my
age, at least six-foot-two, and easily the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid
eyes on. And he smiles like he knows me. Like he’s saying hello.
His hand reaches out. Brushes a
shadow, a girl, and shimmering mist ghosts away from her to caress his arm like
a lover. His smile broadens.
The mist absorbs into his skin.
He nods to me, still friendly.
Still like we’re acquaintances who’ve simply run into one another on the
street. And then he’s gone into the shadows and the crowd comes rushing back
again.
I gasp. Bodies buffet me on all
sides, crushing me, and my exhilaration is shattered. The music is too loud.
The lights spin like deranged kaleidoscopes, blinding me. I’m hot, covered in
sweat, and the emerald green dress is glued to my skin. My pulse is flying but
my body keeps moving like it can’t help itself, like it’s lost to the rush of
swirling lasers, pounding music, and fog.
Fog that’s pouring into me.
My eyes go wide. Flecked with
sparks of color and light, clouds of it rise from the dancers like mist over a
pond. Tendrils stream away from those nearest to me, moving like charmed snakes
to coil around my body, slipping over my dress, my skin, and then vanishing
inside me.
It’s so not a fog machine. Not this. Sweet God, what’s happening?
Skye Malone is a fantasy and paranormal romance author, which means she spends most of her time not-quite-convinced that the things she imagines couldn’t actually exist.
Born and raised in central Illinois, she hopes someday to travel the world — though in the meantime she’ll take any story that whisks her off to a place where the fantastic lives inside the everyday. She loves strong and passionate characters, complex villains, and satisfying endings that stay with you long after the book is closed. An inveterate writer, she can’t go a day without getting her hands on a keyboard, and can usually be found typing away while she listens to all the adventures unfolding in her head.
Skye also writes YA urban fantasy as Megan Joel Peterson and is the author of The Children and the Blood trilogy.
 
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Second Prize: $25 Amazon Gift Card (International)
 
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Book Highlight: Thunderstone by Barbara Pietron

Thunderstone by Barbara Pietron

Genre: YA paranormal romance

Published: November 12, 2013

Sneaking out at night, driving without a license, and falling for a guy weren’t things fifteen-year-old Jeni expected to do while visiting Lake Itasca, Minnesota.  Then she meets Ice, the local medicine man’s apprentice.  Suddenly, her simple family gathering becomes an exciting – and terrifying – week of self-discovery.  At first Jeni doesn’t believe Ice’s claim that she can touch the spirit world and has somehow released a mythical underwater monster. However, she’s forced to reconsider when a teen swears a monster killed his father while fishing on the lake. Just as she comes to accept truth, Jeni finds she is the only one who can imprison the monster, making her the creature’s next target.  She’ll need immense faith in her newfound ability to put herself in harm’s way and face down the monster.  And even if she succeeds in delivering the local population – and Ice – from the creature’s wrath, there is no guarantee Jeni will escape with her own life.

 

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Heart of Ice by Barbara Pietron
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Heart of Ice Excerpt:
Ice’s ankle was held fast in a
large leg-hold trap. He groaned as the metal teeth seemed to press deeper into his skin and grate on his bones. Stooping, he attempted to pull the jaws of the trap open and release his foot, but was unable to get the right leverage. Teeth  gritted against the pain radiating up his leg, Ice dug his phone from his pocket then heard the crunching sound of footsteps. “I’m here,” he shouted,  relieved that the medicine man had heard his cry.
He waited as the footsteps drew  near, calling out again.
But the figure that emerged from  the forest wasn’t the medicine man. It was Nesbitt.
            And he  carried an axe.
Horror engulfed Ice and he froze
momentarily, his thoughts scrambling for a means of defense. He had no weapon.
No bear spray. Nothing. Then he realized he still held his phone in his hand
and fumbled it in his numbed, shaking fingers.
Nesbitt was making his way through  the trees quickly. Humming.
Ice thumbed to the contacts in his  phone and found his favorites. He glanced up and realized Nesbitt’s eyes glowed with an odd, yellowish hue from out of his emaciated skull. He managed to get  his thumb on Nik’s name before the demented man smashed into him.
Dropping the phone to free his  hands, Ice grabbed Nesbitt’s arm that held the axe and shoved it away from him  as he fell. Before the man could topple onto him, Ice scurried backward,
yowling in pain as the trap bit harder into his ankle bone. He’d reached the  end of the chain fastened to a tree and the more he jerked against it, the tighter the jaws clamped down on his leg.
Nesbitt rose first to his knees and then to his feet, in no hurry since he knew his prey was tethered.Ice crawled sideways using his
elbows and feet, although he realized if he wrapped the chain around the tree, it would only grow shorter. His hands clawed the ground around him, searching
for a branch or stick, anything he might be able to swing at Nesbitt.The madman moved forward, breathing
heavily and drooling. Ice found a stick and wrapped his fingers around it, yanking it from the dead foliage. He jabbed at the man as he came forward and
yelled in despair as the stick snapped easily.
A foot rammed into Ice’s chest and he hit the ground hard, gasping for breath. Before he could rise to his elbows, the foot pressed down with force, pinning him. “Don’t do this,” Ice
begged, his voice ragged. “Mr. Nesbitt!” he shouted.”Please don’t do this!” He hoped somewhere inside the crazed man a person still resided: a teacher, a human who wouldn’t kill another human.
Nesbitt paused for a second, his face blank, eyes distant. Then he rasped, “Hungry,” and swung the axe.

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Thunderstone Excerpt:
     Ice sat motionless, staring at his knees.
How had he managed to make such a mess of things?  He’d felt comfortable with Jeni and her
family too; thought the evening had progressed smoothly.
     Then he’d looked down into Jeni’s upturned face and lost it. Despite the smoky bonfire, he could smell her; the fragrance
of an apple orchard in the fall. Then his gaze fell to her glossy, ripe lips and the reasonable explanation he had in mind vanished. Instead he’d just blurted something out and completely blew it.
     With a heavy sigh, Ice stood. His footsteps dragged as he headed between the cottages to the resort drive.
     “Ice.”
     Engulfed in despair, Ice didn’t register the whisper until it came the second time. He turned to see Jeni’s head poked out the side door. She edged outside when she saw him stop. She took a step
toward the porch rail. “I’m sorry. I overreacted.” She hugged her arms around her torso.  “I…I do that sometimes. I should’ve at least given you a chance to explain why you wanted my
statue.”
     Ice moved closer. “Yeah…well, I didn’t mean to say…ask…not like that.” Jeni watched him, waiting.  Ice took a deep breath. “Thing is, you’re not going to like the explanation anyway.”
     “Well,” she contemplated the toe of her shoe as she bounced it on the rail. “I can’t promise I’ll like it, but I’ll listen.” When she looked up she wore the ghost of a smile.
     Ice searched her face and thought for a long moment. No more lies; time to lay the cards on the table.  He wasn’t hopeful for any particular outcome, only resigned to do what he felt was right. “I owe you a story about the monster your statue represents, don’t I?”
     She nodded slowly, wearing a puzzled expression.
     “Let’s start there then.” So he told her how long ago, when the underwater monster swam freely, the people were plagued by bad fishing, overturned canoes, and children drawn under by whirlpools when they went swimming. “Eventually,”
Ice explained, “the medicine men of neighboring tribes joined together to lure the creature here. They trapped him in a cavern near the sacred burial
mounds of Lake Itasca and charmed him to sleep.” Ice paused, and then finished his story with the events of the past two days. “Then, about a hundred years later, a priestess…” He stopped to look at her, “…buys an artifact and falls into the water with it in her pocket. Her connection to the spirits combined with the power of the statue wakes the underwater monster. So the local medicine man sends his apprentice to find the girl and get the statue back. If he fails, the monster will likely escape and people will start disappearing.”
     Jeni narrowed her eyes at him for a moment and then laughed. “I get it. Cute. You made it sound like I was part of the story.”     Ice maintained a level stare. “You are part of the story.”
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About the Author

After years in the corporate world, Barbara found herself with a second chance to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up.  Her lifetime love of books and the written word returned one answer: writer.  Drawing from her experience with technical writing, she began by writing non-fiction magazine pieces and achieved both regional and national publication.  Her success encouraged her to complete a novel.  She learned much from her first manuscript, critiques, books, contests, and blogs.  In 2012, her novel Thunderstone, was a quarterfinalist in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award contest and won a critique by Publisher’s Weekly.  A few months later, she was offered publication by Scribe Publishing Company.

Barbara has a few other novels in the works, including a Thunderstone sequel. If she’s not reading or writing, Barbara likes to walk, garden, and sew.  She works in a library and lives in Royal Oak, Michigan with her husband, daughter, and their cat – who often acts like a dog.

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Based on the cover summary below, you think of an amazing title. You know, the kind of title that compels a potential reader to take the book off the shelf.
 
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As a soulshifter, Jack can cross into the underworld so he sees Emma’s rescue as an opportunity to prove himself a valuable member of his transcendental sect—and a
way to secure a future otherwise out of his reach. Although he needs Natalie’s help to prepare for the mission, Jack intends to go to the underworld alone. But as a viable plan takes shape, it’s clear the best chance of success means Natalie must accompany him.
On the eve of the quest, when Jack is promised the hand of a respected elder’s daughter—a dream come true—he realizes he’s no longer sure what he wants. But
it’s too late to back out, not with the sect and Natalie counting on him. Pursued by the dark lord’s henchmen and ghastly mutant creatures, Jack and
Natalie struggle to come out ahead in a battle and barter for souls. In the end, Jack will have to decide his own fate, because nothing short of a deal with the devil will get all three of them out of hell alive.
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Book Blitz: Charmed by Cambria Hebert

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Title: Charmed
Series: Death Escorts
Author: Cambria Hebert
Release Date: July 22, 2013
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

***Note: Due to Sexual content and some language this book is recommended for readers 17+***

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Life or Death? Not many people would choose death. But what if death chooses you? What if death doesn’t mean the end of your life, but the beginning?

For a Death Escort, death is life. Death is your paycheck. Death is your job.

And Charming is the best Escort the Grim Reaper has ever had.

But when you piss off the Reaper, being the best doesn’t matter. So Charming is assigned a Target who is practically impossible to kill. He knows the Reaper hopes he fails—that he’s counting on it. So Charming vows to prove him wrong. He vows to make the kill.

But someone else vows to get in his way. Someone with a big mouth, a sugar habit, and blond hair. Someone who makes his heart start beating again.

And so Charming is left holding more than one person’s fate in the palm of his hand. He thought the choice would be easy, that there really wasn’t a question at all.

He was wrong.

Life or Death?

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Frankie

            Sugar. I needed more of it if I was going to make it through this day. The chocolate croissant and caramel latte I had this morning wasn’t near enough to combat the massive lines, the noise, and disgruntled people that filled the DMV. Whatever in hell made me think that working at the Department of Motor Vehicles, here in Alaska, was a good idea?

            Maybe it was the good pay. Maybe it was because I got weekends off.

            Or maybe it was because I had a moment of temporary insanity that unfortunately coincided with me saying, “I accept,” when I got offered this job.

            Besides the fact that the lines were permanently out the door, the computer systems were temperamental at best, and my boss was a complete broom rider, my stash of chocolate and Sour Patch Kids was empty.

            That meant someone was going to die today.

            I glanced back up at the ninety-year-old woman whose head barely cleared the insanely high counters we stood behind and tried to hold on to my patience. “Mrs. Eldridge,” I said extremely loudly. “Like I told you last week, you have to go and get new glasses before I can renew your driver’s license.”

            “I have new glasses,” she insisted.

            Lord, save me now.

            “You got those ten years ago. You need some from this year.” Or decade I finished silently.

            She shuffled out of the line like a turtle and I took her slowness as a chance to really search beneath my station and chair for a long-lost piece of sugar. Anything. Even a stray jellybean would likely find its way into my blood stream at this point. Of course there was nothing. I briefly considered hiding beneath my desk until five o’clock. My car. I had an emergency stash in my car. I glanced at my watch. I had another hour until I was able to take a fifteen-minute break.

            A pair of black pumps appeared before me and I inwardly groaned. Just what I needed—a run-in with the witch. But instead of being greeted by her condescending, screechy tone, an icy-cold red can appeared before me.

            Hallelujah, praise the Lord, it was caffeine and sugar!

            I snatched the Coke out of her hand and popped the top, taking a large, satisfying chug. The bubbles crowded down my throat, slightly burning, and I took another swallow.

            “I love you,” I murmured to Lela, the girl who worked right beside me.

            She laughed. “I know that look when I see it.” Then she straightened and whispered. “Witch alert.”

            I shot up, my head bumping into the counter on the way. I wanted to shout out in pain, but I clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to draw the attention of my boss, Satan’s assistant.

            I turned back to my line, my eyes colliding with a broad chest. I looked up, and the can slid out of my hand, hitting the floor with a thud while fizzy liquid poured over my favorite boots.

            I didn’t even notice.

            “What the hell are you doing here?” I growled as I looked around for something sharp I could stab him with.

            A thick brow arched. “So is this where you spend your days? As if the DMV isn’t a horrible enough place to visit without the poor people of Alaska having to tolerate you.”

            There wasn’t enough sugar on this planet that would save him. I reached out and picked up the black phone. If I couldn’t bludgeon him to death here at my place of employment, then I could at least call the cops. I began dialing, but he reached over and cut the connection.

            I slammed the phone down on his hand, which was still pressed on the hang-up button. Breath hissed between his teeth and his green eyes shot to mine. “Careful, George, you’re pissing off the wrong man.”

            “My name isn’t George.”

            He shrugged, pulling his hand away from the phone. “When you have a man’s name, does it really matter?”

 

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AuthorpicCambria Hebert is the author of the young adult paranormal Heven and Hell series, the new adult Death Escorts series, and the new adult Take it Off series. She loves a caramel latte, hates math and is afraid of chickens (yes, chickens). She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband and children (both human and furry) where she is plotting her next book. You can find out more about Cambria and her work by visiting http://www.cambriahebert.com

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Of Consuming Fire
By Micah Persell
Paranormal Romance
Date Published: 7/8/2013
 
 
After millennia of faithfully guarding his post in the Garden of Eden, the cherubim Jayden flees. He leaves everything—including his sword—behind, disobeying orders for the first time in his existence, and all because he can sense her: his Temptation. She’s close, and Jayden can’t allow himself to be weak: to fall the way his brothers have for centuries whenever they encounter their very human, very beautiful Temptations. But he has a job to finish. He must regain the integrity the Trees have lost through being tested by vile humans, and it will require blood. It’s his only purpose, and he will finish it, whether he wants to or not; the Compulsion will ensure he has no choice. And if seeking out the humans he must kill brings Jayden into contact with the one woman who could destroy everything he is, he may never be able to resist her.
   
 A victim of rape, Grace Tucker, Ph.D. knows that she can and must keep all men at a distance at any cost. She’s spent years perfecting her arsenal of man-deflecting weapons; her weight and acerbic wit are just two of her most effective munitions. Grace pours herself into her work, constantly seeking to fill the void of self-worth left empty by her attackers’ horrifying actions. And her latest job—translating a dead language engraved into an ancient sword—could be just the thing to finally launch her career and make Grace feel alive for the first time in years.
 
Neither Jayden nor Grace is prepared for what happens when they meet. A terrible accident places Grace at death’s door, and Jayden allows the unthinkable to take place out of guilt: he lets his intended victims heal her with the fruit from the Tree of Eternal Life. Grace immediately Impulse-pairs with him, an outcome he should have expected as she is the one woman on the earth who can bring him down.
EXCERPT
It hurt. God, it hurt so bad.
 
And why were they pushing on it so hard? Touching her. Jericho and Dahlia’s hands were weapons themselves, adding to her agony as they applied pressure to the gaping wound marring Grace’s gut.
She tried to tell them to stop, was sure that she had, but she only tasted blood on her tongue.
 
That thing—the most beautiful, terrifying being she had ever seen—had…killed her. She was dying.
 
And maybe that was okay. She was so tired of being afraid. Of looking for someone to hurt her around every corner. She wasn’t afraid right now, and it was the first time that’d happened in years. It almost made the pain worth it.
 
Almost.
 
Cold. Her teeth started to chatter. With a rush of relief she realized she could no longer feel their hands upon her. Her body was going blessedly numb.
 
But it was so cold.
 
Dahlia scooped her up into her arms and cradled her against her chest, rubbing her hands up and down Grace’s arms. “Shh,” she said. “It’ll be over soon, Red. Shh….”
 
Grace was still conscious enough to struggle, but when her efforts were unsuccessful, she realized her numb body did not react to Dahlia’s touch as it always reacted to human contact. Without the ability to feel the pain of Dahlia’s touch, Grace was shocked to discover that the other woman’s embrace was…pleasant. It was the first time someone had put their arms around her in—she couldn’t remember. A sudden, intense desire to live roared through her, and Grace tried to fight, to say something. But instead of a sound, her efforts brought another rush of blood.
 
The strength left her limbs, and she sagged into Dahlia’s lap. Black began to edge in on her vision, so Grace closed her eyes to prevent watching it.
 
Dahlia tucked Grace’s head into the curve of her neck and began to hum something soft and sweet. Grace smelled cinnamon. She relaxed. If she had to go—
 
As her senses dimmed, she heard a scuffle.
 
“Get away from her!” Jericho yelled. “Let her go in peace, for God’s sake.”
 
“She needs this,” said a voice Grace had only heard twice but immediately recognized as his. “Now! Right now—”
 
A heavy silence met his insistence, and Grace wondered for a second if she had slipped away into death, but then she felt slices of renewed pain that must mean Dahlia was laying her down again.
 
The fear that had abandoned her for a few blessed moments rushed back in. What were they doing? She had no way of knowing.
 
“Quickly,” she heard him say again, desperation dripping from his voice in a near moan.
 
Another rustle, and then the sweetest scent she’d ever encountered. A mix of peach and sun-warmed earth and sky. She tried to hum in approval, but cut off when she felt a curious sensation where the sword had sliced through her. It started off as a trickling tickle, but soon grew uncomfortably warm. It launched throughout her entire body, causing her back to bow.
 
She opened her mouth, and her scream rent the air. No flow of blood accompanied it this time, she realized dimly, as her limbs flinched and jerked on their own.
 
All pain disappeared and in its place was ecstasy. Pleasure like nothing she had ever felt warmed her to the tips of her fingers and toes. She moaned loudly as she turned to her side and curled in on herself. Her hands encountered the torn fabric of her blouse and jacket, but then felt smooth skin where moments ago had been carnage. The pleasure faded, and her fingers tentatively explored her abdomen.
 
The wound was…gone.
 
She opened her eyes to a world that was a blur. Colors blended with colors, shapes with shapes. Her fingers rose trembling to her eyes and bumped against her glasses. On instinct she whipped them away, and the world fell into immediate focus. She saw her surroundings with a clarity she had never known before; a clarity she instinctually knew was greater than human capability.
 
She was lying in a pool of her own blood, its vivid red color causing her to jerk upright. She looked around slowly. Jericho and Dahlia peered at her with cautious hope. “What—?” Grace’s hoarse voice gave out.
 
A harsh noise behind her caught her attention. “You’re alive,” he said on an exhalation of breath.
 
She jerked around, her eyes finding him immediately.
 
He stood close—too close—and his eyes roved over her in a way that could only be described as proprietary. He was gorgeous. He had the beautiful dusky coloring of the exotic Middle East: mouthwatering dark skin, warm black hair that cascaded in waves around his shoulders. She craned her neck back to take in his stature. He was huge—tall and broad—but instead of being terrified, she reveled in his height and the wings that spread behind him and glimmered in the glow of the emergency lights. She sucked in a breath as she glanced over the wide expanse of his chest and down the flowing white robe that covered his body. Her gaze traveled back to his face and was snared by lush, full lashes framing light, honeyed-green eyes.
 
“Angel…” she heard herself mutter.
 
And then the world tilted violently as a soft, strong Voice whispered inside her mind: He’s yours. The One.
Author Bio
Micah Persell holds a bachelor’s degree in English and a double master’s degree in literature and English pedagogy. She is an avid reader of all types of literature, but has a soft spot for romance. She currently teaches high school English classes in Southern California. Her paranormal romance series, Operation: Middle of the Garden, and her “wild and wanton” edition of Austen’s classic Emma are available now through Crimson Romance.
 
 
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Cover Reveal: Reap by Christina Channelle

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Title: Reap 
Author: Christina Channelle 
Publication date: October 11th, 2013
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Foreign, or rather unfamiliar, would be the word I would use to describe how I felt.
Faintly, I could hear the glimmer of voices surrounding me in this dark haze, caressing my ears like skin against silk. I felt like I was in a cocoon of sorts, protectively enveloped, quietly drifting in some far-off place. I wanted to stay that way forever.
But we all know that what you want never really seems to happen in the real world.

Something’s not right in Mia’s head.

The first thing is that her name isn’t Mia. In fact, she has no clue what her name is—who she is. All that she knows is that she’s not like the ones who found her: Dante with his kind blue eyes, Amy with her child-like demeanor, James with his questioning gaze.

And Briggs.

The one she cannot decipher no matter how hard she tries.

As Mia tries to fit in with these people, a strange occurrence is amidst outside. And as she finally remembers who she is …

Well, let’s just say that things get a little more complicated.

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A dreamer, Christina Channelle holds two degrees in health sciences but has always had a passion for writing. You will find her reading other young adult novels, or typing up a new story on her computer. When not writing, Christina spends her free time at the movies, listening to music, or eating sushi. She’s a reality TV junkie and has a close relationship to many characters on TV that have been a topic of many heated discussions among friends. She resides in Ontario, Canada.
Author links: Website | Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter
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Promo Event: Aftermath by Jenna-Lynne Duncan

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Title:  Aftermath
Author: Jenna-Lynne Duncan
Publisher:  Stolen Kiss Press
Release date:  July 1, 2013
Genre: Paranormal romance/urban fantasy
Age Group: Young Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours

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Adriana can’t decide which is harder— living in post-Katrina New Orleans or living with two immortal brothers. Ana and Hayden are finally together but Hayden’s brother Luke is trying to come between them… and he’s never been known to play fair. While Ana still attempts to cling to her normal life, psychic visions take over her dreams. With Mardi Gras season approaching and a vision of a murder, Ana will find out if she can really change the future or if she’s just upsetting a very delicate balance. What she could never predict was just how far Luke would go to satisfy his obsession…

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As I went to follow them, Luke stopped me. I stared at his hand curled around my arm, acutely aware of his touch.

            When I looked up at him, his eyes became stormy. He licked his lips and then bent down to whisper in my ear. The heat of his breath tickled the sensitive area of my neck as he whispered, “ You can’t expect me to play nice, when you wear something like that. I’m afraid I simply won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

            My jaw dropped open. His words appalled me—and at the same time excited me.

            I recovered my composure. “You’d better keep your hands off me, unless you want me to break your fingers.” I gave him my best menacing smile. Where was this side of me coming from? Strangely, I knew.

            “Ohh,” his chest rumbled with laughter. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

            “Both.” I snapped as he slowly made his way around to my other ear. This had to stop.

            “I look forward to any time where you touch me.” He had circled me, like he was a vulture and I was his prey.

            “You’re disgusting!”

            “We’ll talk more of what I am later, love. Right now, your friends are waiting.” At his last words, he left me there in the hallway, weak-kneed and boiling with anger.

            “No, we will not talk about this later!” I called after him, but it was too late, I had already heard the door to the garage open. And he’d had the last word. 

 

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Jenna-Lynne Duncan graduated from the University of St. Thomas with degrees in Political Science, International Studies and Middle Eastern Studies. She is the author of the popular young adult series Hurricane. She is currently working on a fourth Hurricane novel as well as another YA series. Besides writing, Jenna-Lynne likes children and travelling. Preferably together.

Author’s Links: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads

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