Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Rebellion by Rowan Bishop #ScienceFiction #Romance

Rowan Bishop will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Akyra Roux is an up-and-coming Security Operations commander: ambitious, dedicated, and fearless. Her soldiers have a reputation for getting the job done and cracking skulls, earning her a perilous mission to the far fringes of the galaxy.

As soon as she lands, however, Akyra learns the hard way that rival factions have a lot to gain by seeing her fail, no matter what the cost…

Captain Raemus Petrus is the hunky, charismatic leader of the genetically-engineered Titans stationed at the outpost. He has a job to do and battles to fight, and he doesn’t let anything get in his way. However, when Akyra and her team of hot-blooded females land on the planet, his need to protect her and his duty to betray her collide…

Can Raemus, engineered to be ruthless, prove he has enough humanity buried inside his heart to salvage his honor, save Akyra, and ultimately prove his ability to love?

Can Akyra, running from her past, learn to lose control of the one thing holding her back, her own heart?

“You’d give all this up?” Raemus pointed to the cluttered mess of the vehicle maintenance shed they’d been facing the whole time, “for a family?”

Akyra shrugged. “Family isn’t an option anymore.” She rubbed the birth control bolt deep in the skin of her shoulder, the one engineered with a homing beacon that would bring arrest, conviction, and death if removed from her body. “Being really good at fighting for The Church is all I got.” She felt pressure behind her eyes, and her nose began to itch, but she shook it off. “That’s why I’m the best commander I can be.” Akyra rubbed her hands against the intensifying cold. “What’s your excuse?”

Raemus didn’t miss any signs of sadness spreading over Akyra’s body, the slight slouch, the successive blinks, the three irregular deep breaths. “I’m with you,” he said. “I get it. When shooting bad guys gets you through the day, might as well become the best at it.”

She laughed through the frog in her throat. “Yes. Exactly.”

“Well, let’s see… I can let you shoot Levi over there if that’ll make you feel any better.”

She blurted out a big laugh.

Her smile! Raemus thought. Rich and honest. So… real.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
All her life, Rowan Bishop has thrown herself into both romance and science fiction every chance she could, so it was destiny that she’d fall in love with the growing subgenre of science fiction romance.
Consequently, she stepped away from her retail career to focus on her dream of writing full-time. The new girl on SFR scene, she brings her electrifying love stories and her naughty fantasies to our galaxy.

Rowan Bishop is her penname.

Rebellion will be $0.99 during the tour.

Dark Legends Box Set by Shelley Munro #Provocative #Adventurous Romance

“Welcome to Viros! My name is Jarlath Leandros—“
“Why don’t you tell them the truth,” Ellard Tetsu breaks in with clear disapproval. “You’re Prince Jarlath, heir to the House of the Cat.”
Jarlath jerks his thumb at Ellard. “He is my bodyguard, and is always trying to tell me what to do.”
“But it’s not safe—”
“Rubbish. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Welcome to the city of Viros, the main trade center on the planet of Viros. I’m your tour guide for the day.”
A snort burst from Ellard, and Jarlath raised his hand in a stop motion.
He continues. “Viros has a monarchy. My father is the current king. As you can see, the city sits on a hill. The castle at the top dominates the skyline, huge and imposing. Outside the castle is a large square, then the city falls away in terraced streets, the levels winding down the hill until they reach the wall that surrounds the city for security purposes.
We’ll start with the castle, since I have an “in” with the King and Queen.
This is a rear door. Don’t worry about the guards. As long as you don’t have any concealed weapons, we’ll be fine if we take a quick peek from the foyer. The security guards might ask to see your identification. Get it ready please.”
Jarlath ushers everyone inside and waits for the security process to end.
“The queen—my mother—is a big collector, so the castle is full of weird things from all over the universe. Ellard and I weren’t allowed to play inside the castle when we were kittens in case we broke something valuable.”
“We’re still not allowed to play in the castle,” Ellard says dryly.
Jarlath chuckles. “True! Come this way… this is the ballroom where the dances take place. My parents want me to marry and are arranging a ball where they intend to invite the most eligible women in the kingdom.” He pulls a face. “Let’s go outside.” He gestures through another door and they all amble outside. “This is the market square. The evening markets are a lot of fun with the tiny pop-up restaurants and stalls selling all sorts of things. I’ve been trying out the different foods from neighboring planets, even the hangover cure—a malpack head. It looks pretty gross but once it’s sliced and seasoned it’s not so bad.”
One of the young ladies in the tour party lets out a squeak of horror on sighting a food stall selling nothing but heads.
Jarlath hides his amusement and steers clear in case she faints. “Ellard, you deal with her,” he whispers and grins at his bodyguard’s grumpy face. “The feline statue over there is in honor of a past king – the current King’s grandfather. Oops! Mind the kids playing. You stand on one of their tails and there will be tears and snarling. Come this way and we’ll wander down to the street on the next level. This part of the city is rundown and needs restoring and rebuilding. We’ll continue to the next level. This used to be the magic quarter, but most of the practitioners fled the city when a prior king placed a restriction on the use of magic. If you’re interested, I suggest you come back at the end of the tour.
You’ll notice as we move toward the city walls that the buildings are becoming increasingly derelict. The poor live in this area. These squalid conditions need fixing. The king…when I take over as king I’d like to make improvements and bring the city into the future. A new space port  for a start to bring in more tourists. I hope you’ll help us spread the word.”
Jarlath flashes a smile “That concludes our tour for today. Do you have any questions?”
Photos: Top, from left - 1. The House of the Cat castle interior, 2. Claimed & Seduced, my sexy body *wink*, 3. The soldiers patrolling the castle
Bottom, from left - 1. Malpack heads – the best hangover cure ever, 2. A local stallholder posing for tourists, 3. Me, Prince Jarlath, in my feline form. *sexy beast*
Jarlath, our tour guide today, appears in Claimed & Seduced and Ellard, his bodyguard appears in Hunted & Seduced, both books in the House of the Cat series.
Jarlath’s story (Claimed & Seduced) also appears in the Dark Legends box set, which is due out on 17 January 2017. 
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Monday, 16 January 2017

No Mercy by Tory Richards #Erotic #Biker #Romance

Tory Richards will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Club trouble won’t keep Rock from bringing his son and Allie home.

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. And he wants Allie and their son.

Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then ran away when she got pregnant. Seven years later he shows up at her door, demanding his son, and claiming her.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the one man that I never thought I’d see again. So many emotions ran through me in those seconds, one more than all the others-- fear. Fear of what Rock being there meant. Fear of his fierce expression, the glitter of hardness in his unforgiving eyes. If he was anything like the man I’d left behind, I knew that he could be ruthless and dangerous, showing no mercy when he’d been wronged.

And I’d taken his son from him.

What was he doing here? Sam was my first panicked thought, because I had no doubt that Rock was here for him. Was he going to try and take him from me? There could be no other reason he’d tracked us down. Before I let it consume me into being unable to think or move, I brought the door forward to slam it in his square-jawed face.

I had no idea what I was going to do after that. And really, it didn’t matter, because Rock’s large hand stopped the door from closing all the way. With a sharp shove he easily pushed the door open again. I stumbled back, my eyes growing large when he wordlessly and arrogantly stepped into my house and slammed the door behind him. The sound of it closing caused my heart to jump, because it signified the beginning of the end.

“No,” I said, the word sounding as if it had come from a long way off. I shook my head with disbelief. “How-how did you find us?” I whispered, making sure to keep distance between us.

Rock was a mountain of a man, and my gaze moved over him swiftly, realizing that he’d changed since I’d seen him last. Seven years had turned him into six plus feet of pure, hard muscle. His clothes stretched taut over his wide shoulders and hard chest. His tatted arms were bulging with definition and unleashed strength. His square jaw was covered with a light layer of dark whiskers that framed his firm, hard mouth and made him sexier than it should have.

Everything he was feeling was reflected in his hard eyes as they made a thorough sweep over me. As if time hadn’t separated us, I felt my body respond to his potent masculinity, and just managed not to let out a whimper when I felt my nipples harden. And, God, I tried to ignore the buzzing between my thighs. I felt my breath catch and reached inside for the strength not to expose myself to him. Because then I’d be vulnerable.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she's lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She's been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

Friday, 13 January 2017

Ghost Witching (Maggie York Paranormal Mystery #2) by Ally Shields #Paranormal #Mystery #Romance

Ally Shields will be awarding a $30 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

If your book were made into a movie, who would you want to play your main characters? I have such clear images in my head that no one truly fits. If I were involved in the casting, it would probably be an obscure unknown. Maggie would have to be a smart, spunky red-head, with a no-nonsense streak. And Josh? Dark and sexy with a hint of dangerous. I'm afraid I'd drive the producer and director crazy selecting just the right couple.

How do you come up with the titles of your books? The first one in a series is the hardest because I try to keep the titles consistent with each set of characters. It allows readers to easily identify which series a book belongs to. Ghost Walking was titled when Maggie was following her first ghost to his apartment. It was then simple to follow-up with Ghost Witching for book two due to the witches involved. Book three will be Ghost Haunting.

What does your writing space look like? I'm lucky enough to have a writer's cave, an office specially created from a small, extra bedroom. A dark oak desk, end table, bookshelves, a second end table, and a credenza form a U shape, putting everything at my fingertips. The room also has two more bookshelves, a storage cabinet, and a closet. A story board covers part of one wall, a small tv sits in the corner (which provides mostly white noise for my writing), and a photo board from many of my vacations displays places I often include in my stories. Most of my writing is done on a desktop with a second, older desktop for research and a laptop for times away from home. It's the perfect setup for me.

What do you enjoy doing when you’re not writing? As most writers, I read. I also travel in and out of the US—including trips to visit family, and I enjoy concerts, horse shows, and book conferences. I cheer for the Iowa Hawkeye football and basketball teams, and I've never seen a castle or ancient ruin that I didn't love.

What is your favourite color? This changes with my mood, but various shades of blue are the most consistent.

What is your favourite pleasure food? Carbs, definitely. pizza, pasta

What is your favourite season? late spring, just before it gets too hot

What is your favourite television show? Scorpion, Madame Secretary

What is your favourite movie? Hard to pick just one. I am an eclectic movie watcher. Tolkien's Trilogy (amazing adaptation), Star Wars, Sleepless in Seattle, Casablana, Independence Day, Red. Um, I guess I should stop.

Who is your favourite actor? All time? Sean Connery, George Clooney. More current? Johnny Depp, Ben Affleck, Patrick Dempsey

What is your favourite song? Of course this changes frequently. Right now? I love the Pentatonix. With Christmas just behind us, I'm still humming to their video of "Mary Did You Know?" 

What is your favourite comfort clothing attire? T-shirt and shorts or sweatshirt and sweatpants, Birkenstocks or sneakers.

What books might we find on your bedside table? Actually you'd find my Kindle Fire there with David Baldacci's No Man's Land, a re-read of Georgette Heyer's Faro's Daughter, and Rowling's Harry Potter and the Cursed Child next in queue.

Describe yourself in three words. Work in progress.

Too many ghosts is never a good thing...

Detectives Maggie York and Josh Brandt's latest murder case comes at the wrong moment. She just moved out on him and wants to "cool it." But complications throw them together more than usual. Even for New Orleans, the case is unique—with way too many suspects and creepy things—ghosts, snakes, curses, not to mention the witches.

Maggie and Josh try to make sense of it all and resist finding consolation in each other's arms. Then Josh's ex-fiancee, a curvy blonde, arrives from Boston, making a touchy situation impossible.

But this killer won't wait for them to sort out their personal lives, and the situation spins out of control...

The old woman had been particularly insistent on attendance tonight, piquing Maggie's curiosity. And a little apprehension. Had Selena had another of her visions, possibly foretelling trouble in the near future? When asked, her cousin had given a typically cryptic answer. "Good and evil are always in motion."

Which told her nothing new. Maggie sighed, darting a glance at the focused women around her. No matter. The future wouldn't be changed by worrying. Besides, she had no real objection to being here and supporting the coven's hopes of healing one member's gravely ill four-year-old niece, for a laid-off worker to find a new job, and a universal plea for greater wisdom. They could all use a dose of that.

While calling upon the Goddess to bless and protect them, Selena made a three-sixty turn, her gown billowing as she included every participant. Maggie suddenly stiffened and peered behind her cousin. Had something dark and wispy swooped past? No, of course not. The lifting dawn mist had fired her overactive imagination.

Yet her heart beat a bit faster, and she joined in the final lines of the closing chant with more gravity than usual.

"In calm or stormy days to come, light our pathways safely home. Gracious Goddess, grant our plea. So mote it be."

Maggie was tempted to add an "Amen" for good measure.

As they blew out their candles, her cell phone buzzed. She checked the screen. Police dispatch. Her real world snapped back into place. While they'd been surrounded by the hope inherent in these pre-dawn gatherings, someone else had committed the most grievous assault upon society…the murder of one of its citizens.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ally Shields grew up in the Midwest along the Mississippi River, still considers herself "a river rat," and currently resides near Des Moines. After a career in law and juvenile justice, she turned to full-time fiction writing in 2009. Her first urban fantasy, Awakening the Fire (Guardian Witch #1) was published in 2012, and she currently has twelve published novels. She loves to travel in the US and abroad and incorporates many of those settings into her books. Ms. Shields welcomes reader contact through her website and can frequently be found on Twitter.

Amazon buy link to all Ally Shields books: AMAZON

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Thursday, 12 January 2017

Wet by Ashley Bostock #Contemporary #Romance

Ashley Bostock will be awarding $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

I’ve always been, Miranda Phillips, the town pariah. Growing up with neglectful parents, having sought attention from all the guys that were willing to give it to me, I wasn't the most well-behaved kid in Lone Star. Killing an entire pond of Mrs. Potter’s fish when I was sixteen is one of many juvenile delinquent acts I’ve done in my past. 

But now I am Lone Star’s reporter, only reporter and I’ve come a long way from being that lost, troubled girl, even if most of the town still judged me for it. I don’t allow anyone to get in the way of what I want. Including Ryan John. So when I corner him in the dark hallway and get him to succumb to the sizzling attraction between us, I know I’m playing with fire.


Even though I’ve successfully avoided her for two months, I haven't forgotten how she tastes or what she feels like in my arms. And when I get sent a mysterious letter from some company wanting to buy my thousand shares of water rights that have been in my family for over a hundred years, I’m convinced that there is no one…err, better equipped, to help me than Lone Star's only reporter, Miranda Phillips. 

I know how desperately she wants me and this letter gives me all the reason I need to spend one night with the girl from the wrong side of town. One night in exchange for her tight investigative skills. And believe me, she's tight, in more ways than one. One night. Because Miranda is trouble and being on the city council, as well as guardian to my younger brother and sister, means I can't afford trouble.

Even if it comes packaged just the way I like.

Ryan wasn’t a bad boy, not like all of the bad boys that had breezed through my life. Nope, this one was good and I had somehow managed to snag his attention. He was good because of the things he hadn’t experienced in his life, like I had, by the time he was eighteen. No, by the time I was eighteen, I was working full-time, had already experienced the joys and pain of sex and heart break, had been involved in illegal activities and done more things than any one person should experience in their life time.

But not him.

Maybe this is why he’s been avoiding me all night. It’d been too long since I’d had a man touch me. Bad girl that I was, I knew what had to be done. I watched him until he took off alone down the darkened hall of the banquet room and without thinking of potential consequences, I followed him. I stood on the edges of the darkened hallway and waited until he came barreling out of the bathroom and I threw myself into his arms. Literally. He’d caught me by surprise, just like I’d caught him. His muscular arms were already around me, balancing me so we wouldn’t fall together. Even though the naughty girl part of me would have been okay with that. His smoldering gaze bored into my soul, neither of us spoke a word.

The attraction was definitely there.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Ashley Bostock was born and raised in Colorado where she currently resides with her husband, two children, her dog and two cats. She loves reading, writing, and music and is always trying to find more time in the day to incorporate all three.
Seeking an outlet and pursuing her life-long passion for writing, she began composing her first novel in late 2013. She has traveled all over the world, but still has an extensive list of places she would love to visit. Anywhere near a sky-blue ocean will always be at the top of that list.

She carries a Bachelor’s Degree in History with a concentration in Elementary Education from Metropolitan State College of Denver. While she loves children, she now fears teaching, which probably has something to do with being a stay-at-home mom.

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Wednesday, 11 January 2017

The Applicant by Aidee Ladnier #M/M #SciFi #TimeTravel #Romance

Aidee will be awarding a $50 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

How can something so cuddly and adorable be so destructive? The teddy bear robot decimating his lab is only the first disaster of the day for roboticist Forbes Pohle. If he can figure out how to end its rampage, he still has to interview applicants for the position of research assistant and convince the time-traveler on his doorstop that they should be making their future right now.

Oliver Lennox didn’t travel back in time to have a quickie in the blast chamber—but it certainly is fun. This younger Forbes is a sweeter, more innocent version of his lover. And it will be hard to leave him behind in the past.

If you like sexy nerds, humor, plenty of action, and a love story not even time can disrupt, this romantic adventure has the perfect credentials for the job.

A wiry man stood on Forbes’s doorstep. He was dressed in a T-shirt, tight black jeans, black nail polish, and red Chuck Taylors. His strawberry blond hair was spiked up in front. The corners of his eyes and his freckled nose wrinkled.

Forbes blinked back his surprise and opened his mouth, expecting words to come out. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Come in.” Forbes waved him inside the house. “I’m Forbes Pohle. I’m the one who posted the job listing.”

The man grinned and held out a hand. “Very pleased to meet you, Dr. Pohle. I’m Oliver Lennox. Please call me Oliver.”

Forbes blushed at the title as he clasped Oliver’s warm hand. Forbes was a PhD three times over, but he hadn’t put that in the advertisement.

“If you’ll come this way, we can talk in the lab.” He turned and walked back down the hallway to the adjacent laboratory, assuming the applicant would follow.

“Oh, I didn’t come about…,” Forbes heard him say before he ran into Forbes’s back. To be fair it wasn’t his fault. Forbes had stopped short in the lab doorway.

During the few minutes he’d stepped out to answer the door, the laboratory had been destroyed.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Aidee Ladnier, an award-winning author of speculative fiction, began writing at twelve years old but took a hiatus to be a magician’s assistant, ride in hot air balloons, produce independent movies, collect interesting shoes, fold origami, send ping pong balls into space, and amass a secret file with the CIA. A lover of genre fiction, it has been a lifelong dream of Aidee's to write both romance and erotica with a little science fiction, fantasy, mystery, or the paranormal thrown in to add a zing.