Thursday, August 18, 2016

Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: Waking Eden by Rhenna Morgan


The only hope of saving their race is to surrender their hearts.


WAKING EDEN
Eden Series #3
Rhenna Morgan
Released July 26th, 2016


The only hope of saving their race is to surrender their hearts.

With a long foretold and annoyingly vague prophecy warning of immense change for Eden, Ramsay Shantos is forced to hunt words and legends instead of rebels. For a man of action, it’s the worst kind of agony. Until he encounters a sexy librarian who bears the fated prophecy’s mark. A mark no human should possess.

Tortured by her mixed heritage, Trinity Blair has enjoyed little human touch in her life, let alone intimacy. Even the most innocent contact fills her mind with a person’s deepest, darkest secrets—except for Ramsay. Her immunity to his thoughts sparks a fragile hope that she might finally experience the passion of her Dark Spiritu brethren…unless he’s the dangerous crossroads her father predicted.

When knowledge of Eden goes viral in the human realm, Trinity is Ramsay’s only hope for quelling mass panic. Can he risk revealing the secrets of his race to the guileless ray of sunshine? Or is she the unknown source of Eden’s destruction?

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Ramsay’s voice was quiet behind her, peaceful, and yet a little sad. “My dad brought me here when I was little. The only time I remember ever having him to myself. Eryx and I had fought about something, a worse blow up than normal. Dad thought me having a place to go and gather my thoughts might be in the best interest of the whole castle.”
Trinity paced her breathing and kept her eyes locked on the majestic sun as it tipped into the teal water. She could see this sight tomorrow, or the day after, but the story bubbling up from Ramsay’s memory was huge. The intensity of it crackled and snapped around her.
“Aside from Eryx, I’ve never brought anyone here, and even he has only been a time or two.” He pulled in a slow breath. “It was the only thing I had of my dad I didn’t have to share with anyone else.” His fingers tightened on her shoulders. “I wanted to share it with you.”
Honest to God, a battering ram couldn’t have impacted her senses more than his simple, heart-felt gift. She was dumbfounded. Too stunned and humbled to formulate even the basest response.
“Look at it, Trinity. That sunset is the same impression you made on me the first time I saw you. Powerful. Colorful. Bright and warm.” He slid his hands around her waist and wrapped her up tight, his mouth at her ear. “Every time I see or think of you, this is what fills me.”
She tried to turn, her body and senses clamoring for eye contact. To anchor herself in his steel-gray eyes.
He stopped her with a flex of his arms. “Not yet. I need you to watch it until it’s gone. To know that it’s the last sunset you’ll see without a mate. And know that the sunrise we watch tomorrow will be ours.”


Q & A with Rhenna Morgan

What books/authors have influenced your writing?Kristen Ashley, Sylvia Day, JR Ward, Karen Marie Moning, and Kresley Cole. They all write such rich characters (especially heroes) and well structured stories!

Have you ever had one character you wanted to go one way with but after the book was done the character was totally different.
Actually, it happens a lot. The deeper I get into every story, the more I learn about my characters. I can always tell when one is evolving differently than I expected because the story will take a turn I never expected. (And they never let me down.)

What’s your next project?
The Eden Series wraps up in October with Eden’s Deliverance, but I’ve just sold a new six-book series to Harlequin’s Carina Press. It’s a super sexy, gritty contemporary romance called the Haven Brotherhood. Book one is called Rough & Tumble and it releases February, 2017. Here’s a little overview of the series:

A brotherhood born from poverty and dangerous beginnings. Six men who’ve not only dragged themselves out of the gutter, but leveraged their street smarts and individual skills to make sure no person or socio-economic class ever holds them down again. Between them, they share two vows. To protect family at all cost, and to pay their good fortune and family ties forward by finding other men like them and building their unique skills. The only rules the brotherhood cares about are those driven by their moral code. And heaven help the poor bastards who get between them and the women they’ve claimed as their own.

When you are in writer mode, music or no music? If music do you have a playlist?
I don’t listen to music. It doesn’t let me get far enough in my character’s heads to actually write. That said, I DO keep playlists of songs that “speak” to me about different stories as I’m out driving around and store them in my Spotify.

Share a funny incident in your life.

Oddly, one of the funniest was how I came up with the idea for the Eden series to begin with. I was in my kitchen one afternoon prepping for some guests to come over and running horribly late, when I spun toward something sitting on the countertop across the room, held out my hand palm up, and tried to “summon” the object to me.
What shocked me the most was that I’d fully expected the object to fly across the room and land in my palm. I didn’t plan it. I just did it as if it were completely natural.

About three seconds later—once I’d double checked to make sure no one had seen what I had done—I realized the reason I’d believed I could actually pull off such a feat was because I’d been dreaming of having such powers for weeks. I’d also been flying and casting fire from my palm.

My brain took off with the idea, molding the dream into what became one of the telltale signs of Lexi Merrill’s lost Myren heritage from book one, Unexpected Eden. The rest, as they say, is history. Now we’re celebrating the release of book three in the series, Waking Eden, with only one more release to go in October (Eden’s Deliverance).

What's the one thing, you can't live without?
Books. I know, it sounds totally cliché, but I’d die without my books. They’re the one guaranteed way to help me unplug from the world and just chill.

Clean shaven, Scruff, beard, or mustache. Ink or Nay?
Scruff and Ink, all the way!



 


Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality.

A native Oklahoman with two beautiful girls and a fantastic husband, her resume reflects her passion for new experiences. Since graduating with a Bachelors in Radio, Television, and Film at Oklahoma State, she’s racked up positions ranging from on-air radio talent, skip tracer, and promotions director, to real estate agent, project manager, and business analyst.

Like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. That’s where the romance comes in. Reading, or writing, romance has been her happy place since she cracked the spine on her first Christine Feehan book years ago. Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, and strong, intuitive men who’ll fight to keep the women they want.


Whether it’s contemporary, paranormal, or fantasy you’re after, Rhenna’s stories pack romantic escape for the women who need it.



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Excerpt Blitz: A Cold Dark Place by Toni Anderson

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  AColdDarkPlace_ToniAnderson_ebookfinalAbout A COLD DARK PLACE
Justice isn't always black or white.
Former CIA assassin Alex Parker works for The Gateway Project, a clandestine government organization hell-bent on taking out serial killers and pedophiles before they enter the justice system. Alex doesn't enjoy killing, but he's damn good at it. He's good at dodging the law, too--until a beautiful rookie agent has him wondering what it might be like to get caught.
FBI Special Agent Mallory Rooney has spent years hunting the lowlife who abducted her identical twin sister eighteen years ago. Now, during an on-going serial killer investigation, Mallory begins to suspect there's a vigilante operating outside the law. She has no choice but to take him down, because murder isn't justice. Is it? Sometimes it's cold and dark.
When Mallory starts asking questions, The Gateway Project management starts to sweat, and orders Alex to watch her. As soon as they meet, the two begin to fall in love. But the lies and betrayals that define Alex's life threaten to destroy them both--especially when the man who stole her sister all those years ago makes Mallory his next target, and Alex must reveal his true identity to save the woman he loves.
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“We’re up to fifteen women,” Lucas’s voice was gruff. The dark circles under his eyes added a worn out quality to his grim expression. He answered her silent question with a shake of his head. “I didn’t see any kids and no one who looked like Payton.” Mallory was torn between disappointment and relief. “He kept more personal trophies in his bedroom. Whoever shot the sonofabitch did the world a favor.” A flicker of unguarded emotion crossed his face. Then he buried it beneath six years field experience and a flat cop stare. “You’ll hear all the details at the briefing.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Lemme get a coffee and we’ll head over together.” He froze as a stranger wearing a visitor badge and carrying a laptop walked through the office doorway. “Alex? What the—?” “You missed the meeting, asshole.” The man’s expression was fierce. “Thought I’d hunt you down and make you buy me a beer.” His gaze darted to her. “Looks like a bad time though.” “That was today?” Lucas palmed his forehead. “Jesus, you’re right. I’m an asshole.” “I already covered that.” The man— Alex— grinned, and Mallory got a fierce blast of gorgeous. The response wrung a reluctant smile out of Lucas. “Believe it or not, Mal, this is a good friend of mine, Alex Parker. I asked him to attend a Counterintelligence Awareness Group briefing I organized so he could tell us about some of the latest internet security measures being developed in the private sector. He runs his own company in DC. Does a lot of government contracts. We served together in Afghanistan.” His gaze swung back to Alex. “I assume the meeting went ahead without me?” Alex nodded. “We managed to fumble along without your incisive brilliance.” “Yet I’m the asshole,” Lucas grinned. “This here is Special Agent Mallory Rooney.” The stranger held out a tanned strong-looking hand as they were introduced. His skin was warm, fingers firm as they squeezed hers. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Agent Rooney.” The self-deprecating smile was a killer. So was the short, ruffled light-brown hair and days’ worth of scruff on his jaw. Despite the tailored suit, he hadn’t been intimidated enough by the high powered members of that committee to shave. The contrast snagged her attention. He was different from the law enforcement personnel and political players she usually met. There was something underplayed and restrained about him that didn’t mesh with the keen intelligence she saw in his eyes, nor the taut looking muscles that filled out that suit. It intrigued her. She hadn’t been intrigued on a personal level in a long time. “You work in security?” she asked. “Keeping Trade Secrets secret— or trying to. It isn’t exactly running the gauntlet every day like you guys.” Lucas sat atop his messy desk. “Says the man with the Distinguished Service Cross.” Something vulnerable sparked in those slate eyes. “I got caught in a firefight and managed not to get killed. I got lucky.” Those eyes of his weren’t revealing anything now— all emotion banked. “I better let you get back to work. It’s a long drive back to DC.” Their boss walked in and Mallory stiffened. Danbridge’s gaze skimmed Alex with a cursory glance that notched up to feminine appreciation on the second go ’round.   “Special Agent Randall, I need a word.” Then she walked into her office, heels tapping.   Lucas swore under his breath. “Alex, I owe you big time, buddy. I’ll be in touch. Will you show him out for me, Mal?” “Sure,” she said. The longer she could avoid her boss the better. The two men shook hands and said goodbye. “I can find my own way,” Alex said softly. “No problem. I need to stretch my legs anyway.” His gaze flicked to her boots and up, the brush of it almost as intimate as a physical touch. An unfamiliar sliver of sensation unfurled inside her, nearly unrecognizable because it had been so long. Attraction. Telling herself she wasn’t deliberately prolonging their time together, she took the stairs as she led the way out. He was taller than she’d first realized. In her low-heeled boots she stood just under five foot nine and he was four or five inches taller. She frowned. Seeing him at a distance standing beside Lucas, she’d have described him as medium height and just okay looking. Up close, when you got the full force of those intelligent gray eyes and that perfectly proportioned masculine face, he was a hottie. Made you appreciate the inaccuracy of eye-witness accounts. No wedding ring either. It was her job to pay attention to detail. Even though she maintained a space between them she was hyperaware of him beside her. Outside the front entrance of the five-story, white concrete building he turned to her and asked, “Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” “I don’t date.” The answer came out automatically before her brain engaged. Crap. There was a long pause while those beautiful eyes of his wandered over her face, resting on her bruise from yesterday. He didn’t argue or try to change her mind. “It was nice to meet you, Special Agent Rooney.” And then he walked away. She squeezed her hands into fists. Damn, why had she said no? Because she didn’t date. She watched Alex Parker climb into his car— a low-slung sporty job— and raise a hand before he drove away. His car disappeared and a familiar sense of loss rushed over her. She clenched her jaw, turned around and went back to work.  

About Toni Anderson

New York Times and USA Today international bestselling author, Toni Anderson, writes dark, gritty Romantic Suspense novels that have hit #1 in Barnes & Noble's Nook store, the Top 10 in Amazon and Kobo stores, and the Top 50 in iBooks. Her novels have won many awards. A former Marine Biologist from Britain, she inexplicably ended up in the geographical center of North America, about as far from the ocean as it is possible to get. She now lives in the Canadian prairies with her Irish husband and two children and spends most of her time complaining about the weather. Toni has no explanation for her oft-times dark imagination, and only hopes the romance makes up for it. She's addicted to reading, dogs, tea, and chocolate. If you want to know when Toni's next book will be out, visit her website (http://www.toniandersonauthor.com) and sign up for her newsletter. If you want to read other fascinating stories about life in a city that, during winter, is sometimes colder than Mars, friend her on Facebook: (

Release Week Blitz w/Giveaway: All Shook Up by Chelsey Krause



Friends become lovers over a whirlwind summer of rockabilly rhythms, twirling skirts, and a mystery that takes them hilariously far out of their element in this humorous and heartwarming romantic comedy!

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Title: All Shook Up
Author: Chelsey Krause
Publisher: Tryst Books
Release Date: August 17, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781988387048

Natalie’s world is shaken to its core when she discovers an old photo of a woman who looks like her. Could this woman be related to her birth mother, who put Natalie up for adoption as a baby? When she tracks down the person who dumped the photo album at her thrift shop, she’s shaken again. Especially when the gorgeous fire-fighting guitarist offers to help her find the owner. They quickly become friends – which is all they’ll be, as far as Natalie’s concerned. Her rebellious youth turned her off cheating men, and the new Natalie is looking for true love and a family of her own – something Casey isn’t willing to provide. But how long can Natalie ignore her undeniable attraction to the man with the Irish accent and the broken-down ’57 Chevy?

In Chelsey Krause’s second novel, friends become lovers over a whirlwind summer of rockabilly rhythms, twirling skirts, and a mystery that takes them hilariously far out of their element.

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Excerpt:
A breeze picks up and a chill settles around me. I pull my knees to my chest and pull the blanket tighter. Casey looks at me from the corner of his eye, and after a beat, he lifts up his arm.
“Come here.”
I hesitate for a moment, noticing that my pulse has quickened.
“I know you’re cold,” he says. “You have goosebumps.”
“Umm, yes,” I say, feeling like my tongue is slow and awkward, stumbling over my words. My body feels jittery and cold, as if all the blood has rushed to my heart, and my flesh prickles with an intoxicating mixture of excitement and nervousness. There’s no way I’m admitting that these goosebumps are from being around him.
He tilts his head to the side, inviting me in once more. A shiver passes through me. Probably half from the cold, half from adrenaline. I’m not sure if this is a good idea, but I’m freezing my ass off. I slide over and let him wrap his arm around my body. He pulls the blanket up higher with his free hand and tucks it around us.
“There. Snug as a bug in a rug,” he says.
Casey’s body is incredibly warm. Solid. Reassuring. I catch myself thinking that I wouldn’t mind staying right here for the rest of the night.
“So, did you sleep with her?” I ask casually after my raging hormones have calmed down a little.
“With who?” he asks, sounding genuinely confused.
“Ginormous boobs.”
He laughs. “No, I didn’t. I just walked her back to her trailer and said good night.”
“No good-night kiss?”
“No. She smelled like cigarettes. Yuck.”
It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest and I can breathe again. The cool night breeze picks up and I shiver. Casey tightens his hold of me.
“Wish I’d brought another blanket,” he mutters.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I say without thinking.
“Why?” he guffaws.
My heart throbs a quick, panicked pulse. Crap! He can’t know how I feel about him! How can I fix this?
“Oh you know,” I say, my voice sounding high and tinny. “You, uh, wouldn’t want to over pack.”
He grunts, sounding amused. “Okay then…”





About Chelsey Krause:

Chelsey Krause has a thing for thrift stores and used bookshops. A nurse, wife, Starbucks addict, and mom to two children, she can often be found repurposing other people’s junk or considering whether the library would let her move in. The rest of the time, she’s reviewing for Chicklit Club or writing. All Shook Up is her second novel.





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Virtual Book Tour w/Giveaway: Secrets of Nanreath Hall by Alix Rickloff


Secrets of Nanreath Hall
by Alix Rickloff
GENRE: Historical Fiction

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Alix will be awarding a digital copy of Secrets of Nanreath to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please visit GoddessFish.com to follow the tour, remember the more you comment better your chances on winning.

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Cornwall, 1940. Back in England after the harrowing evacuation at Dunkirk, WWII Red Cross nurse Anna Trenowyth finds herself unexpectedly assigned to Nanreath Hall-her dead mother's childhood home. All Anna has left of her mother, Lady Katherine Trenowyth, are vague memories that tease her with clues she can't unravel. Anna knows this could be the chance for her to finally become acquainted with the family she's never known-and to learn the truth about her past.

Cornwall, 1913. In the luxury of pre-WWI England, Lady Katherine Trenowyth is expected to do nothing more than make a smart marriage. When Simon Halliday, a bohemian painter, enters her world, Katherine begins to question the future that was so carefully laid out for her. Her choices soon lead her away from the stability of her home and family toward a wild existence of life, art, and love.

As Anna is drawn into her newfound family's lives and their tangled loyalties, she must decide if the secrets of the past are too dangerous to unearth…and if the family she's discovered is one she can keep.

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Excerpt:

I imagine Anna moving from room to room at Nanreath Hall, her shoes scuffing the same crooked floors, her fingers trailing along the carved oaken banister as she is led downstairs for her daily obligatory visit with the grown- ups, staring out the same nursery window toward the glittering gray- green sea and listening to its purr as she lies in the narrow iron bedstead with Nanny snoring a comforting room away.

But I know even as I imagine it, that it is a dream with no hope of coming true. Nanreath is lost to me. There is no going back.

I close my journal and run my hand over the tooled calfskin cover, worn smooth over years of use. It is warm to the touch, as if the souls of the people and places within might be conjured with a word and a breath. “It’s funny, but I’m not frightened of dying. I’m more terrified that when Anna understands who and what she is, I won’t be here to explain. That she’ll despise me.”

“And why would she do that?”

“Bastards are rarely treated gently.” I hate the taste of the word. Prue winces, too, and she catches back a little breath. “Sometimes I regret not feigning a marriage,” I continue. “It would have been easy enough after the war. There were so many widows, who would question one more? I know you thought I was mad not to.”

“I didn’t want you hurt any more than you already were. You were so fragile, so lost. I didn’t see the honor in wearing your shame like a badge.”

“Perhaps not.” I give a little shrug. Now that the confession has been made, I find I am weary, my strength deserting me. “But I’d lied to myself for so long that when I finally realized the truth, I couldn’t lie anymore. Not even for Anna’s sake.”

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Q & A with Alix Rickloff

What books/authors have influenced your writing?
Your blog isn’t long enough to list every author that has ever inspired me, but I do have authors who hold a special place in my heart. I dedicated one of my books to four of them; Mary Stewart, Lois McMaster Bujold, Jane Austen, and Rosamunde Pilcher. These are my four go-to authors. Different in genre, style, characterization, but I read their books over and over whenever I need to get lost in a familiar story where the writing is flawless and the characters are old friends.

Tell us something you hate doing. Why?
Cooking – what is it with children wanting three nutritious meals a day? When I make my millions, the first thing I want it a private chef

Share a funny incident in your life.The priest who celebrated our wedding began the ceremony by accidentally reciting the first few sentences of the funeral mass. A bad omen for the future? Twenty-plus years on—so far, so good. Knock on wood.

Who was your favorite hero/heroine?
I think Katherine from Secrets of Nanreath Hall is my favorite heroine. I’ve been told by some people that her choices make her seem weak, but I always felt just the opposite. That every choice she made was made from a place of strength and wanting to own her own destiny. That it didn’t work out in the end was a result of external forces, not any failing of hers.

Have you ever had one character you wanted to go one way with but after the book was done the character was totally different?
Simon Halliday from Secrets of Nanreath Hall was supposed to be a lecherous cad when I began the book. A user who manipulated Katherine into eloping with him, but as I wrote him, his character refused my every attempt to paint him as a mustache-twirling villain. Instead, his reasoning was built out of weakness and misguided passion. Not evil.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Alix Rickloff is a critically acclaimed author of historical and paranormal romance. Her previous novels include the Bligh Family series (Kensington, 2009), the Heirs of Kilronan trilogy (Pocket, 2011), and, as Alexa Egan, the Imnada Brotherhood series (Pocket, 2014). She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children.


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