COVER REVEAL~ DANGEROUS PROTECTOR BY MILLY TAIDEN

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Dangerous Protector is Book 2 in the Federal Paranormal Unit. (Pssst! You should begin this awesome series with Wolf Protector. Meet Trent, Erica and the gang and enjoy a #1 bestselling paranormal erotic suspense!)
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Dangerous Protector

Federal Paranormal Unit 2

If you run from love, you’re asking for a chase…

James Brock lived the past ten years without the woman he loves. Using his job as head of the Federal Paranormal Unit to help others, he’s done a good job of ignoring his lack of a personal life until she returns. His salvation. His first love.

Cynthia Vega had a very good reason to leave the only man she loved after she’d accepted his marriage proposal. Now she’s back as his boss. And he’s not willing to ignore their chemistry or the past.

Brock is determined to claim his mate and prove that their passion is even hotter than before. He wants her and her explanation behind their separation. Except, some secrets won’t stay buried in the past. Brock will fight his demons to follow her lead, but Cynthia’s reluctance to explain their lost love may be the one key to their destruction…

 

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Excerpt

Dangerous Protector
© Milly Taiden, Latin Goddess Press 2014
Chapter One

Sirens blared. One after another the police cruisers and fire department vehicles sped by in a rush. A honk sounded from behind James Brock’s SUV. He glanced over his shoulder.
“This moron is trying to cause an accident,” Tony Ramirez, one of the Federal Paranormal Unit team members, yelled at the rearview mirror.
Brock glanced over his shoulder. A black Sedan tailed close behind them. Too close.
Ramirez gripped the wheel so hard his tanned knuckles turned white. “I’m already doing eighty.”
“Tony, let them by.”
There was something big going on. He curled his hands into fists in his lap. He knew what it was. They all knew.
“Where do you think they’re all going, Brock?” The concern in Jane Donovan’s voice momentarily choked him. Her soft lilt reminded him of his mother’s voice. At first appearance, you’d think Donovan was a weak woman, but make her angry, and you’d have hell to pay.
Tension turned palpable with its own heartbeat in the fast-moving SUV.
“I can take a wild guess.”
They made a sharp corner on a bend into a dirt road. The SUV skidded on its wheels for a second. Everyone held on while they bounced in their seats.
“Jesus H. Christ, Ramirez! Can you not to get us killed before we get there,” Donovan growled.
“Sorry, cariño, but there is no time to be worried about your delightful ass bouncing on the seat when we have to find a missing kid.”
“I told you to stop calling me darling!”
“Ramirez…” Brock sighed.
Their constant bickering wasn’t unusual, so he ignored it and focused on the scene ahead. Multiple police cars parked outside the house he’d called the local PD on. The house he knew had the latest missing person they had been searching for.
“Oh, God!” Fear laced Donovan’s whisper.
They were thinking the same thing. That whoever kidnapped little Kyler Jones had killed her. That his request for the county to get to the house in question had been too late. His gaze roamed the area through the darkness of the early evening. Multitudes of tall willows surrounded the large house set in the middle of nowhere. Perfect. If he’d been looking for a place to do some of the things the person in that house was known for, this was the right spot. There wasn’t a body around for miles. Nobody to get help. Nobody to hear the screams.
Ramirez hadn’t fully stopped when Brock jumped out of the SUV, his feet hitting the ground with a thump. Immediate perspiration gathered on his upper lip. The humidity from August had brought intense heat. Though it was closing in on nighttime, the air sizzled with the high temperature from earlier.
He ran for the SWAT van. Instinct told him they’d know more than the local sheriff’s department. Radios beeped. Concern expanded in his chest. Everyone seemed to want an update on the situation. He recognized one of the FBI department heads—Martin Galvez—standing off to the side of the SWAT van.
The older man stopped mid-sentence to give him one of his degrading piercing glares. “Brock. What are you doing here?” Command oozed from his Latin accent.
Brock glanced from Galvez to the other two lower ranked agents. Took both men all of a second to move away. That allowed him and Galvez to talk.
“This is our case. We found Kyler Jones through intense searching of phone records and—”
“Save it,” Galvez cut him off. He turned away from Brock to study the area.
“How are you going to retrieve the child? Do we know if she’s alive?” Brock tried to tamp down the surge of power dancing through his veins. It wasn’t usually difficult to do. He’d mastered his darkness. But Galvez had a tendency of pushing his anger. The older man’s attitude lit a fire in his stomach.
Galvez smirked. “We have a man who went in through the back.”
Gathered men and women avidly stared at the house. Watching. Waiting. Brock knew there were no guarantees of getting the child out alive. They all knew that. It’s what made his job that much harder.

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Power swirled at his fingertips. He need only know what to do, and he could end the entire thing in a matter of seconds. “Do you need me to—”
“What I need, is for you to keep yourselves out of the way,” Galvez ordered.
Anger licked at his skin, growing at the speed of a derailed train. He shot a glance at Galvez. For a split second, Galvez paled.
“I’d watch how you talk to people, Galvez,” Brock said, no longer caring that his voice sounded hard. Steely. Deadly.
An explosion rocked the ground. He jerked his gaze to the house. Flames consumed the structure. Screams and shouts filled the night. Men moved in all directions toward the house, but gunfire blasted through the shouts. Brock’s muscles tightened.
“Can we do anything?” Donovan yelled over the sirens and shouts. She ran a hand over her mussed up ponytail. Her fingers shook. He saw the desperate need to help in her eyes. It went against her nature not to.
Brock shook his head. “We wait.”
The thought of doing nothing didn’t appeal to him either. In fact, it was hell to hold back and not run into the house and get the kid himself. His power shoved outward. Pushing to get out. To take control.
“Finally!” Galvez sighed.
Brock’s vision followed Galvez’s line of sight until he saw a woman running out through the flames with a bundle covered in a dripping blanket.
Breaths thundered in his ears. Everything narrowed until the only thing he saw was her. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Was his mind playing a trick on him? After all these years? But no, it wasn’t a trick. She was soaking wet as she ran from the burning house toward them. Paramedics surrounded her and took the covered bundle from her arms. She was gasping for air, coughing through the smoke she’d inhaled before she finally glanced up and met his gaze.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, watching everything like a spectator versus an active participant. The beast inside him roared. After all the years they’d been apart, after she’d left him for no apparent reason, she was back. He watched her march toward him. Her dark gaze slid from him to Galvez.
In the background, firemen fought the burning house. Sirens continued to blare. Loud. Driving the point that chaos had ensued around them. But he couldn’t find it in him to care. His sole focus was on the woman he’d loved. Hard. The woman who’d left him.
Cynthia Vega.
“Vega.” Galvez’s tone was clipped. “What took you so long?”
Her brows dipped low, eyes flashing. “Get over it. I got the child out alive. That was my main concern. I did what was needed. If it took all night…” She shrugged. “It would have taken all night.”
The black T-shirt soaked and plastered to her brown skin, showing off the curves Brock had always loved. Curves he’d kissed, licked, and bit in the heat of passion.
Brock’s hands itched to grab her. Power surged inside him. Dark. Deadly. It swarmed his veins and expanded through his limbs in a wave of heat. A haze of red clouded his vision.
Cynthia met his gaze. Her perfectly arched brows rose. “Brock.”
He took a deep breath. Inhaled the soft scent of Jasmine she loved to wear. Fear seeped from her pores, mingling with the sweet Jasmine scent. But this wasn’t the time or place to discuss their past.
“Vega.”
Pain flashed through her eyes for a millisecond before she went back to the detached professional. But he’d seen it. Knew that she’d heard the anger in the way he’d softly growled her name. She folded her arms over her chest. Defensive. He’d gotten to know each of her quirks. This was her I’m-not-at-fault move.
“We don’t need you here, Brock.” Galvez’s voice broke through the tension between him and Cynthia.
He eyed the older man. Saw the curious way he glanced back and forth between them.
“As you can see, we have it under control. You and your—” Galvez’s gaze slid over Brock’s shoulder to where Donovan and Ramirez stood behind him. “Team can go. The child’s safe.”
He wanted to argue with Galvez, but it wasn’t his fault Cynthia had messed with his concentration.
Cynthia swallowed hard. Indecision skated her features. He gave her a slow once-over before turning on his heel to face Donovan and Ramirez. “Let’s go.”
“But—”
“The child’s safe, Donovan. That’s what we came for.”
Confusion sparked in the depths of her eyes. “Are you sure she’s okay?”
“I wouldn’t leave otherwise.”
That was the absolute truth. All his team members knew it. He’d never leave a crime scene unless the victim was safe or— in a worst-case scenario he was much too familiar with—dead. While his gift was seen as a dark destructive force, he preferred to use it for the safe return of those victims he could help find.
Donovan gave a quick nod. He marched past her toward the SUV, leaving her and Ramirez to follow.
“Relax, babe. If he says the kid’s okay, then the kid’s okay,” Ramirez whispered at Brock’s back.
“Will you please stop calling me babe?” Donovan hissed.
“Brock!” The sound of Cyn’s yell reached him just as he was about to hop into the passenger side of his vehicle.
He stopped. The frustration he was tamping down surged all over again. She reached him a moment later, still panting from the run out of the burning house.
“I just want to say…thank you.” Her gaze dropped down to his mouth. Lust bubbled up inside him. At her slow lick of her lips, he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from hauling her to him. To taste her. “I know your team found the child.” She met his gaze. Desire sparkled in the depths of her hazel eyes. “I appreciate it.”
The beast he never allowed control roared inside, demanding a taste of her lips. Ah, those lips. She had the full luscious bow shaped lips that he knew were soft, decadent, and fit perfectly against his. Her lips, along with every abundant curve on her sexy body, had been his downfall.
“You don’t need to thank me. This is our job.”
“I know I don’t need to thank you. But you and your team…” She glanced over his shoulder into the SUV. Ramirez and Donovan were actively studying them with interest. “You got her and called for help before anything could happen. You saved this child.”
He gripped the door handle. “No. We found her. You saved her.”
“James…”
The hairs on his arms rose. Something unlocked inside him. Her husky voice, pitched with that sexy Latin accent, was like a punch to the gut. It was low, so low over the still blaring sirens, over the shouts from the firefighters, if he hadn’t had enhanced hearing, he’d never have heard it. None of that mattered. To hear her say his name so softly instantly brought back memories of another time, another place. A time when they’d done much more than mere talking. She shifted. His attention was drawn to her chest. The material of her top plastered to her body, showing off her full breasts.
Ignore it.
He pushed the unwanted memories and feelings back. “You got the kid, Vega. That’s what matters.”
Hurt clouded her eyes. Should he care that she’d been hurt because he called her by her last name? No. He couldn’t care. She’d left him and never returned. Until now. Those emotions weren’t part of him any longer.
“Brock—”
He turned his back on her. He’d never done it before, but he did it now. Dammit, he hadn’t expected it to be so hard. He hopped into the SUV. Shut the door. And shut her out. Fuck. It filled his chest with a dull pain to leave her there with that gratefulness shining in her eyes. But he refused to glance out the window once he was in his seat. Instead, he turned to Ramirez and saw the questions in his team member’s eyes and ignored them.
“Let’s get out of here.”

Cynthia watched the red tail lights from the black SUV shrink with the distance. Drops crawled down her arms. It was soothing to have the coolness from the water beat away the heat from the summer. Plus, just seeing James again really knocked her axis off center.
“Anything you want to tell me?” The question came across as a demand for information.
She turned to the sound of Galvez’s voice. Short cropped, salt-pepper hair, perfectly coiffed showed off his wrinkled forehead and deep-set dark eyes. A thin mustache covered the pursed line of his lips. For an older man, he wasn’t hard on the eyes. Well, not for women who liked the know-it-all types, anyway. Unfortunately, for him, Cyn wasn’t the least bit impressed by him.
“We’re on a need to know basis here, Galvez.” She wrung the water out of her ponytail and headed for her car.
“Obviously there’s something I need to know about the relationship between you and Brock.” He barked the words over the shouts, following her toward her black, rusty Camry.
She stopped, whirled in place, and shook her head. Was the man growing delusional with his position? “Hang on a second here. You recruited me. You requested my expertise for the team. You wanted me to help lead the FPU. My past with Brock or anyone else has no bearing on my ability to do the job.”
“You know you’ll be working close to him.”
“And?” Anger simmered inside her.
Galvez’s nostrils flared. Disgust lit his eyes. Figures. He had never been the type for warm and cuddly conversations. And the last thing Cynthia expected was for him to encourage employee relationships. “He isn’t normal. He’s… He’s—”
“I know exactly what he is. If I were you, I’d be very careful what you say about him.” She snapped her mouth shut to keep from adding anything that could, and would get her fired. Dammit, she’d just started the job.
She yanked on the handle to her car. The metal creaked as it opened. Galvez placed a hand on the top of the door, stopping her from moving it further.
“Look, Cici—”
“Don’t!” She hissed. “Only my family calls me that. You’re my superior. Don’t get it confused. My accepting your job offer doesn’t make us friends. It doesn’t make us buddies. It just makes me your employee.”
“I’d like to think of us as more than just employer-employee. Possibly move things to where they should be between us.” His facial lines smoothed out. There was concern in his eyes for a flash of a second. Then an iciness entered his gaze as she shook her head.
“I don’t think so. All we’ll ever be is co-workers. Don’t confuse yourself.” She met Galvez’s stare with her own angry glare. He should know by now that intimidation wouldn’t work on her. Being raised by her grandmother, because her father had been missing in action, had toughened her up. Especially when her mother was more trouble than she wanted to think about. When her family’s reality finally hit her, some hard choices had to be made. And the result had been losing the only man she’d loved.
Galvez’s brow puckered. “If you can’t handle working with Brock, for whatever reason, just tell me. I won’t hold it against you.”
Yeah, she just bet he wouldn’t. He’d recruited her as a test. To see her fail. She knew what he was after, but she wouldn’t give it to him. He’d come to her. Right now, she had the upper hand. An upper hand she wasn’t willing to lose.
Her gaze strayed past Galvez to the ambulance where the child was taken. A paramedic shut the doors. It took off, sirens wailing. The thickness she’d felt growing at her throat expanded. Fuck. She had to hold it together or Galvez would see her as nothing more than a weakling.
“What happened to the suspect?”
His question brought her attention to his face.
“When I entered the house from the back, he was in the kitchen.” She gulped at the memory of the man, of what he’d been doing.
“And?”
She ground her teeth. “And he was sharpening some large butcher knives, happily singing a song about making stew. Kyler stew. There. Are you happy?”
Galvez’s unwavering gaze was stuck on her face. She tried not to flinch, knowing that any sign of discomfort would be seen as a weakness. She inhaled slowly, mentally preparing herself for the torture of reviewing what just happened.
“He’d already started a fire in the kitchen. Stood there sharpening those knives. All the while, the flames spread through the place.” Her stomach clenched. Oxygen had frozen in her lungs when she’d seen the man light himself on fire when he’d seen her. “He walked to the blaze taking up one side of the kitchen. And just stood there. Burning.”
She still had a hard time believing what she’d seen. The maniac had continued to sing while he burned. That song. She’d have a hard time sleeping remembering the stupid song. It had made cold fingers of dread crawl up her spine.
“And the kid?”
She took a breath. Let it out slowly. “She was tied up to a tub filled with water. The entire house started to collapse around me. By the time I reached her most of it was on fire.” She gripped the door handle. Although it bothered her to have to go through what just happened, she knew it was procedure. Plus, she’d have to write it out on her report anyway. “I ran to the other room, grabbed a blanket, cut her binds, wet myself, shoved the blanket into the tub, wrapped it around her and got her out.” She swallowed hard against the dryness in her throat. “End of story.”
Thoughts kept whirling around her mind of all the possible things she could have found in that house. None of them good. She needed to go home. Right now. She was too raw. The throbbing in her chest, since she’d first laid eyes on the child, hadn’t dissipated yet. Too many emotions were clogging up her throat. Seeing that little girl tied up was like getting stabbed in the gut. Absolute hell. Kyler’s pale green eyes had been filled with fear. Watching the drenched six-year-old shaking, her lips turning purple from the icy water almost broke her. Jesus. But this was her job. She was damn good at it and no amount of stress on a case—or her pathetic excuse of a personal life—was going to make her give it up.
“Are you sure you’ll be fine working with Brock and his team?” Galvez asked. There was annoyance in the way he asked the question. Not concern. Never concern. That simply added to her rising temper.
She was tired. Tired of having to be the responsible one in her family. Of giving up everything she’d ever wanted. And she was especially tired of Galvez and his condescension. “Did you want me to promise that in blood or something?” His dark skin turned mottled with anger. Too bad. “I already said I’m fine. Now let me go home and let me do my job. I can handle Brock. And his team.”
Galvez stepped away, giving her space to slide into the car. He continued to watch her. Her muscles felt tight from the tension of the past hour. The engine’s roar was music to her ears. Galvez dropped down to eye level. Fuck. She thought he was done.
“I won’t have you or him messing with the plans I have in the Bureau.”
She bit the inside of her cheek hard, until she swore she tasted blood. Then she counted to ten before finally answering him.
“I know what it is you want.” She’d been informed he was gunning for a high-ranking position. “I don’t really care about it. That’s your problem.” She gripped the wheel, staring into his angry dark gaze. “But I think you should know, that you won’t ever be allowed to lead the FPU. It’s why they made you hire me.” She smiled coldly. “You see, you need to be paranormal to lead that team. It’s why I’m reporting to the head of the Bureau directly.”
“I don’t care what you think you know. I want to make sure that you are able to handle this. I’ll have the group reporting to me at some point,” he growled.
She shook her head. “No. You won’t. I know you’ve tried. You can’t lead a special team.” She shifted gears, put the car in reverse, and hit the accelerator. Tires squealed. Galvez rushed off in order to not be run over. She stopped, turned the wheel and put it in drive. “You know why you can’t lead a special team, Galvez?”
He stood there motionless. Watching her. His face clear of all emotions but the usual anger she’d come to know well.
“Because you’re not special.”

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Hi! I’m Milly (AKA April Angel) I love to write sexy stories. They’re usually either paranormal or contemporary with a large dose of heat. My paranormal stories can be anything from wolf-shifters (my favorites) to witches, demons and anything in between. I was born the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. Currently, I live in New York City with my hubby, the bossy kiddo and our little dog “Needy Speedy”. Don’t ask.
When I’m not working some really long hours at the day job, or hanging out in the awful life-sucking invention known as Facebook, messaging my bestie in the UK or shopping with my sis Julie, then I can be found watching scary movies. Buuut when I’m not doing that, I’m usually writing because the voices won’t shut up.
I am addicted to shoe shopping, chocolate (but who isn’t, right?) and Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.
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Release Blast ~ Aqua by M.A. George

Aqua

By- M.A. George

Genre- YA Paranormal

Publication Date- April 16th, 2014 


Meet Layla McKelland:  

Novelist (unpublished, but cut her some slack…seventeen is a bit early to despair),

Slightly neurotic introvert (Alright, let’s be honest…there’s no “slightly” about it),

International Woman of Mystery, and…

Okay, just scratch the bio. 


The only real “mystery” in Layla’s life is why her father has never been on the scene.  Or why her mother drags Layla to a new coastal home every year.  


Nothing about the latest hometown seems too newsworthy…until a routine day at the beach leaves Layla questioning whether she’s read one too many paranormal fantasy novels.  The plot thickens when a random guy claims to know things about her father—a bizarre claim he backs up with an equally impossible stunt.  And Layla soon finds herself on the wrong side of a mysterious attempted drowning…on her own kitchen floor.


When all is done, Layla will attest that fact is far stranger than fiction.  And nothing in real life is ever as transparent as it seems…Not even water. 


Especially not water.


  


 

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Release Blast~ Hunted by Tyffani Clark Kemp

Hunted

LeKrista Scott, Vampire Hunted Series # 2

By- Tyffani Clark Kemp

Expected Publication Date- April 16th, 2014

Genre- Paranormal/Vampires 

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LeKrista Scott survived three separate vampire attacks, almost drowned, and turned down her boyfriend’s proposal. What else could possibly go wrong?

Apparently, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. Lizette, a brand new vampire with a grudge, blames LeKrista for being turned into a monster. In retaliation, she decides to go straight for the throat, so to speak, and attack LK’s ailing mother at her rest home. LeKrista enlists the help of her “Vampire liason” Roman, but it could never be that easy. Not for her.

A daywalker, a born vampire who can walk in the sun, has been hired by the head of the Vampire Counsel to collect LeKrista and the debt she owes him. As payment, her great great aunt is taken. Once again, the Mages refuse to help, so what is a girl to do, but rescue her family herself?

With her back against the wall, LeKrista will rise up stronger and teach the preternatural world to fear the Vampire Hunted.


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My Demon Determined by Alicia Dawn & Nikita Jakz

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My Demon Determined

Alicia Dawn & Nikita Jakz

Self-published

Paranormal Romance

Buy links:

Smashword: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/368022

Barns & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-demon-determined-nikita-jakz/1117165250?ean=2940148404972

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/My-Demon-Determined-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00FY12FRG/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1

KOBO: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/my-demon-determined

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18683091-my-demon-determined

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WebPage: http://mydecadentdemon.wix.com/aliciadawnnikitajakz

Twitter: @MyDecadentDemon

Youtube Book Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4Y17hqjyjs&feature=youtube_gdata

Blog Site: http://mydecadentdemon.blogspot.com/

Author(s) FB Page: https://www.facebook.com/Alicia.Dawn.Nikita.Jakz

~Synopsis~

Never did Seraphina foresee herself taking refuge in the underworld. Cole, however, should have. Sera’s kin would never let her go and this was the one place their holier-than-thou feet couldn’t tread. Unfortunately, residing in a realm of vile depravity only adds to his problems. Now he must keep Sera safe from not only her kind, but his as well. Even Cole’s demon is more volatile from the subjection to incessant evil.

When the opportunity arises to solve their dilemma, he jumps at it. But it’s a dangerous mission – and Sera’s riding shotgun. As deadly adventures unfold and all hope seems lost, Cole is forced to search inside himself. With a soul that’s riddled with more questions than answers, can he find the lifeline they need?

~Blurb~

“Into the bowels of hell I would follow you.”

“Good, because that’s exactly where we’re going.”

Down to the underworld Cole flashed them, away from the false security of that quiet, quaint café. Uncomfortably hot and yet bone-chilling cold, it smelled of sulfur and decay. Sera’s eyes widened as she scanned their surroundings.

“Cole,” she whispered apprehensively, “are we where I think we are?”

A solemn nod was his only reply. She frowned, swearing she saw a wince flicker over his features, like the shadow of a flame. He grasped her hand and donned his notorious mask of indifference.

“Come on, Sera.” Down a dark corridor he led them, eyes flashing red to any who dared look their way. Sera cringed at the ominous ambiance, praying Cole was taking them to his living quarters. She exhaled a moment later as they entered a humble suite, relieved that her petition had been

answered.

The servant within froze in surprise. Cole glared down at it, his stare so menacing even Sera felt the weight of it. The scrawny demon squeaked, whimpered and then scurried out the door. Sera stood in post-shock as Cole proceeded to check the remainder of his flat. When he seemed satisfied that they were alone he returned to her.

“Stay here,” he instructed. “Don’t leave this room.”

The kiss he gave her next belied his cool demeanor. It felt conflicted, angry, unsettled. As if he desperately did not want her to be there. He clearly was unconvinced that this place was safe for an angel. She could only imagine how unhappy he was to have had to bring her there. Indeed, she could practically feel him vibrating. Under his breath he growled then flashed himself out of the room.

Sera froze, distraught that she hadn’t been able to say goodbye. Not to mention that the look on his face as he vanished from thin air made her blood run icy cold. She shivered, but not solely because of the bitter temperatures. The malevolence was so dense in the air that ─had she held a knife─ she was certain she could cut through it. If she could pinpoint its exact location, that is. It seemed to be constantly moving, thrumming, and whirring, as if a living entity.

~Review by Sue Ellen~

Oh my!! Talk about an amazing way to keep this series going!! Bringing a bit of heaven to hell, hmm how is that going to work? Well grab this book and you will know all the details I do. Seraphine has decided to follow Cole to Hell due to others trying to find her. You definitely learn a lot in this one. I throughly love the banter between Seraphine and Cole because they are different, but they balance each other out. Where Cole’s dark side comes out Seraphine does things that made me laugh. I say this is another great book in this trilogy, can’t wait for the third one.

~About the Authors~
·Nikita Jakz·
Born and raised in the Northern Virginia, Nikita Jakz has always loved to write, but it wasn’t until her preteen years that she fell hard for all things romantic and paranormal. She could thank Lestat for that one, as well as for her new-found love of reading. With sci-fi fanatics, literary teachers and writers in her family, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Waiting tables and bar-tending after high school, she worked hard to earn a degree in Electronic Graphic Design. It was during this period of time that she met her husband. Together they’ve built their crazy life together, ushering in four equally crazy children to enjoy it with. As a stay-at-home-mom she’s quickly become, along with the masses, sucked into the insane world of pop-culture ‘vampire love’ and she couldn’t be more thrilled. First came the book forums, then came the role play groups, which ultimately led her to become a fervent online independent writer. With a couple of her favorite writing partners, she endeavors to share with the world her beloved stories of love, adventure and supernatural wonderment.

Nikita is currently working on a handful of other projects as well, all paranormal romance, to be released as early as next year!

Come visit her on any of her many social sites!

·Alicia Dawn·
Alicia Dawn was your average 9-5 workalcoholic that took care of every day business. After 10 long years of having no life, outside of home and work, she found Facebook as so many others had. Always having the passion, since she was in the fourth grade, to read and write, she got drawn into the Role Playing world. Living, via roleplay, the stories that picked up and continued on a book after it was done. This was a whole new world.
Loving that the books she had devoured and loved to read were now never ending. She became captivated by all the stories that others with the same passion created, and Role Played out on Facebook. Getting drawn into something that she had never done before, but always in back of her mind wished she could do, Alicia started Role Playing on Facebook in 2010, meeting Nikita Jakz along the way. After a year, she decided to be adventurist and create her own characters. Not unlike what all authors do, when creating those awesome books that she had coveted and devoured when they came out.
Joining a group of independent writers, Cole was born. A year later Nikita Jakz joined the same group and getting snagged by his story, Seraphina was born.

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MY DECADENT DEMON BY ALICIA DAWN & NIKITA JAKZ

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My Decadent Demon

Alicia Dawn, and Nikita Jakz

Self-Published

Paranormal Romance

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~Sypnosis~

Seraphina Orielle, an angel of divine fire and light, was also an oracle of foresight. Considered adolescent among her peers, she had yet to master her gift of precognition when her first vision came to pass; a captivating male whose destiny was intimately intertwined with her own. Yet he was not of angelic design. In fact, he was very far from it. Tragically, by the time Sera discovered this pivotal detail, he had already attained ownership of her heart.

But not her ability to flee…

A hundred years later and Cole Asteroth does whatever the hell he wants. When he’s not busy, that is, with ‘dirty deeds, done dirt cheap’ for his master. Ornery and sarcastic, he gets his kicks wreaking havoc in the human realm. Oh, and making very un-angelic women beg for his touch. Life is good…

Until fate finally catches up with him.

A few weak moments, one too many innocent visitations and the two are entangled all over again. But not as they had been before; things are much more complicated now. And Cole no longer possesses much in the way of faith and forgiveness.

As the estranged lovers struggle with what path to take, they quickly discover that destiny, too, is a reluctant second chance provider. As outside resistance and decadent captivity ensues, can their situation get any more exasperating?

~Blurb~

Kicked back against a tree, Cole was tired and frustrated. He’d been discovered by The Master after having long escaped his notice, and now had only one week to make the ultimate decision: die or live the rest of his days in servitude. Sighing, he leaned his head back, lost in thought. His whole life was one big cluster fuck. He didn’t want to die but was wary, not only about the fate of his future, but also about this new power building inside him. The darkness was like a ball of hot wax, waiting to be molded and formed.

Absently, he rubbed his stomach, grimacing as he tilted his head to let the sun warm his face.Sera watched him from afar, concealed in the tree line as she nervously chewed on her thumbnail. He looked so… intriguing. And lonely. Unable to stand it any longer, she emerged from her hiding spot and quietly made her way over.

He was so deep in thought he didn’t seem notice her until she was practically on top of him. Gently she cleared her throat.

“Hello.”

Visibly startled from his reverie, Cole looked up at her.

“Hello.” She smiled and he quickly stood up. As he brushed off his pants, he frowned, glancing warily around. When he looked back at her, confusion etched his features. “Are you lost?” Butterflies instantly assailed Sera’s stomach. He was even more beautiful than in her vision. Oh to drown in such yumminess, she sighed, envisioning herself playing in the thick, dark waves of his hair, or nibbling along his swoon-inducing jawline. And that adorably nervous expression he was wearing, how it made her grin like a smitten cherub. Did he realize how positively glorious he was?

She shook her head, barely able to focus as she stood there taking him in.

“No, I am not lost. Not anymore.” Cole gave her a quick perusal, then licked his lips and swallowed.

“Is there anything I can help you with then?”

When his brows lowered, clearly confused as to why she was there, talking to him in the middle of nowhere, Sera realized she needed to explain. And carefully. She didn’t want to scare him away with her wild tales of visions and destinies. She smiled, shaking her head again.

“You are very kind, but no. I have traveled far this day and simply require rest. Some pleasant company, however, would be lovely.” She gestured to the ground where he’d been sitting just moments before.

“Would you mind if I sat with you for a while?” Cole motioned down at the grass.

“Of course. Please, sit.” Only when she took her seat did he do the same, leaving plenty of space between them. Long fingers raked through his hair as he continued to eye her curiously. When he realized he was staring, he blinked and let out an awkward chuckle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t introduce myself.”  He held out his hand.

“I’m Cole.”

“Cole,” Sera murmured. “What a handsome name.” So close to him, she felt overwhelmed with an emotion she’d never experienced before. She bit her lip, then cautiously shook his hand. She was so warm and soft, Cole never wanted to let go. He gazed into her eyes, pools of rich milk chocolate, and waited for her sweet, angelic name. Angelic, because that was how she felt to him. Above all those tendrils of mocha, cascading like rivulets over delicate shoulders, he could easily imagine a halo. Beautiful white wings immediately came to mind, emerging gracefully from her back. He blinked, looking down, confused at where such an image had come from. But then quickly, he looked back up. He needed to hear her name, from those lips that seemed to beg for his kiss.

~Review by Sue Ellen~

What an amazing novel by these two authors. You wouldn’t believe that these two have just started out by the way this novel is written. The plot and story line that has been created is amazing and is a quick read. The characters are well written and definitely not boring.  You have Seraphine who is an angel and represents everything that is good. While Cole, is a demon and is from the dark side. However, when these two collide there is a war of passion! Will Seraphine be able to keep her heart wrapped up this time or will Cole take possession of it? The scenes are very hot, and even though you may have questions it is left open for another one (which is out now too). This is only the beginning, looking forward to see what the future wil have for us. If you like reading about angels and demons I would recommend giving this series a try.

~About the Authors~
·Nikita Jakz·
Born and raised in the Northern Virginia, Nikita Jakz has always loved to write, but it wasn’t until her preteen years that she fell hard for all things romantic and paranormal. She could thank Lestat for that one, as well as for her new-found love of reading. With sci-fi fanatics, literary teachers and writers in her family, it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Waiting tables and bar-tending after high school, she worked hard to earn a degree in Electronic Graphic Design. It was during this period of time that she met her husband. Together they’ve built their crazy life together, ushering in four equally crazy children to enjoy it with. As a stay-at-home-mom she’s quickly become, along with the masses, sucked into the insane world of pop-culture ‘vampire love’ and she couldn’t be more thrilled. First came the book forums, then came the role play groups, which ultimately led her to become a fervent online independent writer. With a couple of her favorite writing partners, she endeavors to share with the world her beloved stories of love, adventure and supernatural wonderment.

Nikita is currently working on a handful of other projects as well, all paranormal romance, to be released as early as next year!

Come visit her on any of her many social sites!

·Alicia Dawn·
Alicia Dawn was your average 9-5 workalcoholic that took care of every day business. After 10 long years of having no life, outside of home and work, she found Facebook as so many others had. Always having the passion, since she was in the fourth grade, to read and write, she got drawn into the Role Playing world. Living, via roleplay, the stories that picked up and continued on a book after it was done. This was a whole new world.
Loving that the books she had devoured and loved to read were now never ending. She became captivated by all the stories that others with the same passion created, and Role Played out on Facebook. Getting drawn into something that she had never done before, but always in back of her mind wished she could do, Alicia started Role Playing on Facebook in 2010, meeting Nikita Jakz along the way. After a year, she decided to be adventurist and create her own characters. Not unlike what all authors do, when creating those awesome books that she had coveted and devoured when they came out.
Joining a group of independent writers, Cole was born. A year later Nikita Jakz joined the same group and getting snagged by his story, Seraphina was born.

To keep up with all the latest happenings check us out on our Social Pages!

WebPage: http://mydecadentdemon.wix.com/aliciadawnnikitajakz
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MyDecadentDemon
Blog Site: http://mydecadentdemon.blogspot.com/
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Blog Tour & Giveawy~ The Queen of Swords by Nina Mason

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Author: Nina Mason

Publisher: Vamptasy Publishing

Heat level: spicy

Formats: Kindle and paperback

Goodreads

Where to buy: Amazon US

 

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Taglines:

A paranormal tale of undying love.

The story of a love powerful enough to span centuries.

How can she be his soul mate if he doesn’t have a soul?

 

Blurb:

When Graham Logan, a Scottish earl turned vampire by a dark wizard’s curse, draws the Queen of Swords, he knows he’s about to meet the love of his life. For the third time. But surrendering his heart will mean risking her life…or making her what he is. Neither of which his morals will permit him to do. Graham, who believes he lost his soul to the curse, rages at God: Why give her back only to take her again?

Cat Fingal, the third incarnation of Graham’s twin flame, won’t let him escape so easily. As soon as they meet, she feels she knows him and begins having past-life flashbacks. A white witch, she casts a spell to summon him, wanting answers and to fill the void she’s felt all her life.

Graham has other problems, too. Like the seductress who wants him for herself and the dark wizard who cursed him and killed his beloved the first two times.

Will he find a way to save her this time around? Or will she save him?

 

Excerpt:

         Biting his lip, Graham turned the card of the here and now quickly. Seeing what he’d most feared tightened his chest. The central figure sat in profile upon a throne carved with angels and butterflies. She wore a white gown and a cloak decorated with clouds. More clouds gathered in the background, suggesting a storm was coming. The woman’s left hand reached out toward someone or something unseen in the distance. Her other hand gripped the up-thrust symbol of her suit.

He’d drawn the card only once before: the morning he’d met Catharine La Croix at a sidewalk cafe overlooking the Seine. To say her resemblance to Caitriona discomposed him was an understatement. He’d been floored by the likeness. He’d also been drawn to it like a sailor to a siren’s song. Unfortunately, he’d had no ship’s mast to rope himself to until the danger passed. Within a few weeks, they were deeply in love. He never suspected she might meet the same fate as her previous incarnation. Not until it was too late, anyway.

He’d done his best to protect her. After seeing Gerard Fitzgerald, the dark wizard who’d cursed him, on the street outside her apartment on Rue de Cherche Midi, he’d kept a watchful eye on her. Being as stubborn as before, she didn’t care for his vigil. One morning, she slipped out after he’d fallen asleep. He’d searched for her everywhere, out of his mind with worry. He’d had her blood, should have felt her, but he didn’t. That evening, he learned why.

Fitzgerald had done it. Of that, he was certain. He just didn’t know why. Now, it looked as if history was about to repeat. And what could he do about it except tear out his hair, beat his fists on the walls, and cry to heaven, “Why? Why give her back to me only to take her again?”

Grief closed around his throat like a strangler’s hands. Coughing to ease its grip, he overturned the card of his future. Surprise stung his heart when he saw The Fool. Squinting, he studied the image of a gaily-dressed youth whose open arms seemed to embrace the world. His right hand held a knapsack, his left, a single white rose. Nipping at his heels was a wee white dog. The Fool, fearing nothing, looked skyward with a dreamy expression as he strode toward the edge of a cliff.

Bewildered, he shook his head. What could it mean? The Fool stood on the threshold. He was the protagonist of the tarot, the archetypal hero embarking on his quest, the soul starting its journey toward atonement. The Fool, in other words, was the polar opposite of the hopeless, faithless tightrope walker Fitzgerald’s dark curse had turned him into over the past one hundred years.

 

 Review
Do you love to read all things Paranormal?? If so then this is definitely one for you to pick up. The cover gives you a bit of mysteriousness of what may be in the novel to pull her readers in and it grasped my attention, everyone knows that’s the first thing I look for. But of course a cover doesn’t make a book and the author did an amazing job in the story line flowing smoothly and without any holes. Graham, turned vampire has had to live a long time and been thru a lot of tragedy, especially losing his love over and over again. When he sees her again, he wants nothing to do with her because of fear that history will repeat itself. Faith in my opinion is has dealt him a whole lot of bad luck because no matter what it has a different event plan. Cat, feels like she has met this mysterious sexy man before but not until things start to unfold will the truth come out. I love the way her mind works especially after you get into the book and she casts a spell on one of the characters who has become evil as time has grown. The torture scene and aftermath is very unique and well thought, all I have to say is she got what she deserved. Will the third time this couple meet be the last and love prevail or will the evil that chases Graham take what once he loved away again? The author did an amazing job with the descriptions and while sometimes going back in the past of memories you were still able to keep up with what was happening. This is definitely one of a kind and I recommend this for readers who like witches, vampires, and other paranormal creatures.

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About the Author

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Nina Mason is a hopeful romantic with strong affinities for history, mythology, and the metaphysical. She strives to write the same kind of books she loves to read: those that entertain, edify, educate, and enlighten. Three of her books will be published in 2014: The Queen of Swords, an urban fantasy/paranormal romance; The Knight of Wands, book one in the Knights of Avalon Series; and The Tin Man, a political thriller about the dangers posed by media monopolies. She is currently at work on Book Two of the Knights of Avalon series and is itching to get back to a book she started a while back about a merman who falls for an oil company spokeswoman after a phantom tanker capsizes on the coast of the Hebrides islands. When not writing, Nina works as a communications consultant, doll maker, and home stager. Born and raised in Southern California, she now lives in Woodstock, Georgia, with her husband, teenage daughter, two rescue cats, and a Westie named Robert.

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Blog Tour ~ The Pendulum Files by P.M. Terrell

The Pendulum Files
Black Swamp Mysteries # 5 (Can be read out of order)
By- P.M. Terrell
Genre-  Romantic Suspense
Publication Date- March 17th, 2014 

Irishman and CIA operative Dylan Maguire joins psychic spy Vicki Boyd for another harrowing adventure, this time on the high seas. Merchant ships en route from China to the United States are being bombed, plunging America into critical shortages. It’s Dylan’s and Vicki’s jobs to find out who is bombing them and why. Their mission takes them into Black Sites, covert activities and international politics. And while the romantic side of Dylan ramps up his relationship with Vicki, they find themselves in the crosshairs of a hired assassin, which not only places their lives in danger but also that of their unborn child.
     
 
Excerpt from ‘The Pendulum Files’
 
They lay entwined in each other’s arms, Brenda’s leg draped provocatively over Chris’ thighs, her head resting on his chest. The radiator in Sam’s office eagerly cranked out heat as the lamp cast a yellow glow on their skin, moist from their lovemaking.

Chris’ eyes were closed as he lay on his back, one hand cupping a palm full of Brenda’s hair while the other absent-mindedly ventured up and down her arm. Sleep was just a moment away; a deep, satisfying slumber that he knew would be too brief. But as he began to drift off, an insistent voice in the back of his mind reminded him that they were nude on Sam’s couch in Sam’s office; the door was open to the hallway; and their clothes still left a trail along the floor. He tried to ignore it, tried vainly to grab the few minutes of sleep he so desperately needed, but the voice grew until it forced him to open his eyes and stare in frustration at the mottled, aged ceiling.

He thought perhaps Brenda had slipped into a slumber more urgently needed than his own; her fingers lay still against his chest and her breathing was rhythmic. Her hair was still slightly damp and he breathed in the soft floral fragrance as he instinctively tightened his hold around her.

She murmured at his movement, shifting her face to peer up at him.

“Did I wake you?” he asked, his voice deep.

“No,” she said lazily. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“We can’t stay here, you know.”

“No?” She rose slightly as she arched one brow. “Wouldn’t it be fun to see the expression on Sam’s face when he comes to work?”

“No,” he said firmly. “And how’s your leg?”

She grew serious. “It’ll heal. Anyway, I have a plan.”

“Why did I know you would?”

She rolled atop of him. “I’m sick and tired of this guy trying to kill me. We’re turning the tables, Chris. We’re going after him.”
Review by Sue Ellen.
So apparently this is part of a series, but by no means do you have to read them in order because I truthfully didn’t read all of the other novels in this series and still was able to very much enjoy it. The author knows exactly how to get the attention of her readers right from the beginning. The way she writes her plot does not leave her readers just standing still, it definitely makes your mind work and it is in a good way. The whole time I was reading it, I was never bored with the plot, nor the characters (which I will tell a little about in a bit). The flow was continuously and had plenty of action, mystery, and suspense with a little touch of romance, bring in some secrets and you will have yourself a Pandora box. Each of the characters were unique, and was able to bring their own in this story line, to where now I definitely want to read the others in the series. The end was not what I expected but of course an amazing writer will never let you guess the ending of the book and will keep you guessing until they are ready to reveal. Grab your copy today and get comfortable you may be a while, trust me you won’t regret it!
About the Author- 
p.m.terrell is the internationally acclaimed, award-winning author of more than 18 books, including Vicki’s Key, a 2012 International Book Awards and 2012 USA Best Book Awards finalist and River Passage, winner of the 2010 Best Drama Award. A full-time writer since 2002, p.m. previously founded and operated two computer companies with a specialty in computer crime and computer intelligence. Her clients included the CIA, United States Secret Service and the Department of Defense as well as local law enforcement agencies. Her expertise in computers and intelligence often finds its way into her books. She is also the co-founder of The Book ‘Em Foundation and founder and chair of The Book ‘Em North Carolina Writers Conference and Book Fair, which raises money to increase literacy rates. As a hobby, she raises freshwater angelfish – the same thing her characters do as their front for the CIA. For more information about p.m.terrell, visit www.pmterrell.com and for more information on the upcoming Writers Conference, visit www.bookemnc.org.