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Shifters Hallows Eve

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Featuring stories by: Audra Hart, Bethany Shaw, Bryce Evans, Candace Blevins, Elle Boon, Julia Mills, KD Jones, Lori King, Melissa Bell, Melissa Snark, R.E. Butler, and Sydney Lea

 

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Joker’s Trick or Treatby: Audra Hart

As All Hallows Eve approaches, the veil between realms wavers, tempting many magickal beings to seek dominion over mortals. However, there are those who watch over mankind. The Twin Ravens Outlaw MC are one such group of protectors. Joker, a former slave turned blood wolf, a guardian who relives the pain and heartache of losing Jenniene, the only woman he ever loved, every year as All Hallows approaches. Until the night when the lover he long believed dead walks through the door of the MC with enemies in tow. Will the return of the mysterious Jenniene be Joker’s Trick, or Treat?

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The Wolf’s Ghostby: Bethany Shaw

Jace has spent his long, werewolf life searching for his true mate. He never expected to run into her while on the run from a malicious pack. Now all he has to do is keep her safe, evade the bloodthirsty wolves, and convince her that they are fated mates.

Trapped inside her home for decades, Eva is determined to set herself free of her prison this All Hallows Eve. That is, until a wolf crashes into her library through the window. Eva feels compelled to help the handsome stranger, especially when she learns they share a common enemy, but will helping him cost her the one time a year she has to break the spell?

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The Haunted Mateby: Bryce Evans

With her world blowing up around her, Bloom Scott is feeling lost. She has no job, family, or future…until a strange letter arrives from a place called Mystery. Could she really be the beneficiary of a will from a grandmother she’s never known?

Freeman Butler has no desire to share his family’s legacy with a woman he’s never met; much less a human who doesn’t know anything about shifters. Surviving a year without giving in to his desire for the sweet smelling Bloom, will be anything but easy, but he’s determined to keep what’s his.

Surrounded by strange people, who believe in strange things, and spirits that seem to have it in for her, Bloom might just lose her mind before the year is up.

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Hallowed Destiny-Forged by Darknessby: Candace Blevins

A year ago, Destiny was abducted by sick demon worshipers who intended to use her as a human sacrifice. They’d already carved evil-looking symbols all over her body when she somehow managed to escape.

Tonight is Halloween — the one-year anniversary of her abduction — and she’s determined to return to the woods where she nearly lost her life. She doesn’t expect to see a white lion waiting for her. Aren’t black cats supposed to be bad luck? Perhaps a white lion will be the opposite of evil. Or, maybe she’s finally lost her mind, because lions are not indigenous to Georgia.

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Dark Loversby: Elle Boon

Raina wanted what every female did…

The only daughter of the vampire king, and a shifter, Raina had everything she could ever want, except the HeartsLove she craved. When Satan kidnaps her to be his consort she comes face-to-face with the possibility of never finding it.

Creed was equal parts good and bad…The son of Satan and an angel, he lives a life filled with death and battle, excelling at each. Until he found his Chosen in his father’s chamber.

What would you do to save those you love? Creed will give up his soul in order to save Raina. She realizes he’s her other half and can’t live without him. Will they both be willing to sacrifice for the other?

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Tears for Her Dragonby: Julia Mills

Escaped from hell on earth, lost and alone, a wail in the night calls to not only his beast but also his heart. Finding this tortured woman is all that matters.

On the run, hiding in plain sight, the icy fingers of doom invade her soul. The pull of the world she fled tears at the fiber of her being.

Lovers from different worlds, fighting a common enemy, thrown together by the Reaper himself, helpless but to do as he bids.

Can these two souls find peace when the Devil himself is demanding his due?

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Once Upon a Hallows Eveby: KD Jones

Halloween is the busiest time of year for Rita Russell and her little shop. Then Luke Conrad shows up and thwarts her happiness. She’s refuses to let him ruin everything she worked for.

Luke Conrad is the alpha of the local werewolf pack and has to track a murderer while keeping their secret safe from the humans. Standing in his way is a curvy spitfire shop owner who his wolf wants to claim, and she happens to be his number one suspect.

Nothing will ever be the same for these two when the pack runs . . . once upon a Hallow’s Eve.

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Haunted by Loveby: Lori King

It was the dare to end all dares, and she didn’t have the option of backing down. Spend Halloween night in the haunted castle in the forest. She figured it would be easy enough; after all, she didn’t believe in ghosts.

A hundred years trapped in an inescapable hell had twisted his heart into a black rock of despair and loathing for everything human. Many had tested his limits over the centuries, but none had reached into his soul the way she did.

To overcome, he was to reach her, but she doesn’t believe. Will they both spend the rest of eternity haunted by love?

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The Valley of Shadowsby: Melissa Bell

Steeped in centuries of tradition and in accordance with the Laws of Lupine. When the daughter of an Alpha comes of age, she stands before her pack as the prized female. Held in the Valley of Shadows, on All Hallows Eve is a twisted game of survival. Only the eldest unmated son of the Alpha’s may compete for if they fail it means they are dead. It is part of an ancient ceremony one that will bring packs together from far and wide. It’s an honor to be chosen to run the gauntlet, and a disgrace not to accept.

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Hunter’s Markby: Melissa Snark

ER nurse Victoria Storm anticipates a joyous Winter Nights ceremony with her wolf-shifter pack, but a determined hunter upsets all her plans. Daniel Barrett wants her help because he suspects a ghost is behind his friend’s disappearance. As a pagan priestess and spirit-speaker, she can discover things he can’t. He’s as sexy as he is persistent–she finds him impossible to refuse. Throw in a trip to a remote Arizona town, a haunted hotel, and a lost gold mine, and their evening is about to get interesting.

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The Tiger’s Bride by: R.e. Butler

As the last golden-furred tiger shifter in existence, Charisma knows that the only opportunity he has to find his soulmate is to wait for the All Hallows Eve full moon. With an enchanted medallion in hand, Charisma casts the spell for his soulmate, hoping that the necklace will find the one woman meant to be his. Unless he finds his other half, his beast will slowly take over and he’ll go feral. What he doesn’t expect is interference from the very Wiccan who helped him, and for his soulmate’s life to be on the line.

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Mate Huntby: Sydney Lea

When Eva finally returned home she had three goals. Find a place of her own, get settled into her new job…and avoid Jackson Hollinger at all costs. Little did she know that the man in question had very different plans for her.

However, when a rogue wolf kidnaps the alpha’s new mate and sends a human hunting party in Eva’s direction on the eve of her first shift, it’s up to Jackson to make sure he finds her first. Will Jackson get there in time?

It’s Halloween, and it’s time for a mate hunt.

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Stories by: Gwen Knight, Debbie Herbert, Erzabet Bishop, C.E. Black, Angelica Dawson, Charlie Daye, Kiki Howell and Gina Kincade, Phoenix Johnson, Sherrie Lea Morgan, Elizabeth A. Reeves, Linda Thomas Sundstrom and Hope Welsh.

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Excerpt from Malediction by Erzabet Bishop

mal_ebAlistair spotted the gorgeous brunette across the room and, when she approached the refreshment table, he followed. For a millisecond he’d taken her for the scrawny woman in the red dress, but on closer inspection he was pleased to note the differences. Same dress, but the way this woman wore it, he was tempted to peel it from her, inch by scrumptious inch.

His pack mate had poured a few bottles of something into the punch and, while it was entertaining to watch some of the guests succumb to the antics of the season, he didn’t quite feel the same about the sexy female in front of him. This woman would be far more interesting sober, he had a hunch and his predictions usually turned out to be spot on. The markings on her arms intrigued him and he wondered if they covered more of her body. Like tendrils of smoke curling around her flesh, they spiraled around her skin in an unending pattern, giving him the urge to trace every single one and see where it led.

He should be home at Briarwood, but his duties as Beta brought him here to make sure Jessup didn’t get too out of hand. So far the pup had been a bit mischievous, but nothing that would make him worry. Whatever concerns he had melted when he gazed at the beauty in front of him, his animal taking control.

Serious gray eyes winked at him from behind an elegant lacy black mask and he had the urge to peek beneath it to see what she was hiding. Full lips bowed below the mask, and her mass of dark hair was wound into an up-do that he longed to plunge his fingers into while he explored her mouth with his.

Jesus, Alastair. Get a grip.

His wolf perked up when she’d come into view and his instinct to bed her followed in quick succession. He shook it off with a frown. One night stands were not his style, especially with women he didn’t know. He had other concerns and, as soon as he made sure Jessup wasn’t going to fuck up and intoxicate half of the wealthier citizens of Salem, he was out of here. Duncan was still missing and he’d left Laurel in charge in his stead.

But, her eyes. Fuck. They fairly glowed with a power that socked him in the gut as they watched him from behind the mask. When she wet her lips and took her bottom lip between her teeth, he almost lost the battle with himself not to let his beast take over and drag her into the nearest coat closet.

“Are you here with someone?” He cleared his throat, aware of the growl threading through his voice.

“No. Are you?”

“Just a couple of friends. What do you think? Want to end up in a compromising situation with a stranger?” He grinned and, seeing Jessup approach, steered her away from the refreshment table. Alistair wanted her to himself, at least for a little while.

“Seven deadly sins? How about a dance? With my footwork, that could lead towards all kinds of infractions.”

“Hmm.” He swung her into his arms and into the crowd, relishing the sensation of his hand on her lower back. The plunging view offered by her bodice made his body stand at attention and the wolf beneath his skin whined with want. “So, which deadly sin could you possibly have that would sink a guy faster than lust? That dress…”

“These shoes.”

“Oh, but those… those are not a sin. Not at all. In fact, I could look at them all night long.”

“You could, could you?” The woman laughed, deep and sensual. Her eyes snapped with amusement. “Then you try wearing them.”

“Maybe I will.” He wanted her, and the closer they got, the more obvious it was going to become. He weaved her around the dance floor, her movements matching his. Her perfume and the spicy scent of her hair were making it hard to concentrate. At the look in her eyes, he dragged her back hard against him, his animal wild in his blood.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Please.”

“Let’s get some air.” Alistair led her out onto the balcony, the twinkle lights flickered making the grounds outside the hotel look enchanted. He had to clear his head.

“Who are you?” Alistair brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“I’m just a girl who needs an escape from reality. How about you?”

“Same here.”

“Just a girl, huh?” The mystery woman smiled.

He gathered her into his arms, letting her feel the full force of his arousal. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling much like a girl right now.”

“No. I didn’t think you were.” She leaned into his embrace, her lips curving up in an inviting smile.

“What’s your name?”

“Bridget. Yours?”

“Alistair.”

“Well, Alistair. It’s nice to meet you. I have one question.”

“What’s that?”

“How long is it going to take for you to kiss me?”

“Time me.” Alistair’s mouth covered hers hungrily and he forced her mouth open with his thrusting tongue. She gasped, trembling within his embrace and he pulled her deeper into the shadows, away from prying eyes.

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8a855-erzabetfloweryErzabet Bishop is an award winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories.

She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Taming the Beast, Bayou Shadows (Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies.

She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

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The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennet by Raven McAllan

I’ve long been a fan of the delightful Raven McAllan and celebrated when she was signed by Carina.  Naturally, when she mentioned that she would love to promote her new release, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her guest post! I hope that you will fall as much in love with her and her books as I have!  Raven… over to you…

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RavenHi everyone. It’s great to be here and talking about my latest book, The Scandalous Proposal of Lord Bennett.

It’s my debut novel with Carina, out on 22nd of September on Amazon and Kobo, and up for pre-order before then. I’m more than a little excited. As every publishing house works in different ways, it’s been a steep, and thrilling learning curve. I’m enjoying every second of it.

I fell into writing Regency romance almost by accident. I’ve always been fascinated by that era, by the undercurrents and the secrets that filled the ton and the way people behaved, and decided I’d like to see if I could put some of the machinations and romance into words.

Let’s hope I’ve succeeded.

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Reluctant debutante Lady Clarissa Macpherson has never forgotten the forbidden kiss she shared with notorious rake, Lord Theodore ‘Ben’ Bennett, all those years ago. Even now, he’s the one man who sets Clarissa’s pulse racing and her skin tingling – no matter how hard she tries to ignore it!

Yet, when Ben rescues her from the unwanted advances of a drunken Lord at a society ball, she finds herself in a most scandalous predicament – engaged, to the most eligible bachelor in London!

Wedded? It appears so, but bedded? Clarissa demands more from her marriage than simply surrendering to her new husband’s sexual desires, especially when she realises she’s falling deeper in love with him every single day. Ben must prove that she’s the only woman for him – and surrender his heart!

Yet resisting her new husband’s delicious seduction may prove the hardest thing Clarissa has ever done…

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‘All the gardens were my mama’s favourites when she was alive.’ Stupid. After all, how could they be if she were dead? ‘She would have said exactly the same with regard to the staff. I’ll make a note to let them know.’ He experienced the usual sharp pang of loss that hit him whenever he thought of his long-gone mama. She had passed when he was at Eton, and Ben still experienced the loss, as if it were the day before. ‘I feel they may be neglected somewhat. I’m sure she – I – would be happy for your input.’

Her sigh stirred the hairs on his neck.

‘You don’t like the idea?’ He’d thought she’d be pleased. Truly the way a woman’s mind worked could be a mystery. For one fleeting moment Ben had a vision of his last mistress. Her mind worked in one way only – calculating what was in it for her. He had parted company with the fair lady when her demands began to be inappropriate. Right from the start he’d told her it was a temporary liaison and, whatever she’d thought, he’d had no intention of altering the status quo. And now he was married? Ben had an uneasy feeling life might not be the same, even though he thought he and his wife had come to an understanding.

‘The gardens?’ he prompted Clarissa when it seemed she wasn’t going to answer.

‘Oh yes, the gardens. Perhaps.’ Her offhand, indifferent tone of voice irritated him. The knock on the door came as a welcome relief. Ben was out of his depth, and he didn’t like the sensation.

He liked the news even less.

‘What do you mean, some idiot’s driven into my coach?’ He roared the words, and blinked rapidly, as if the gesture would change the declaration uttered by the harried footman in front of him. ‘How the hades did you let that happen?’

Clarissa placed her hand on Ben’s arm. How he stopped himself from shaking it off, he had no idea. He glanced at her impatiently. She stood her ground and returned his perusal.

‘My lord, have you never heard the expression do not shoot the messenger? Scraptoft here is only relaying what’s happened. He is neither responsible for it, nor able to alter the chain of events. He’s told you about the accident, and you need to go and see for yourself what’s to be done.’

The footman flashed a grateful glance in her direction and Ben gritted his teeth. She was right, of course, but he didn’t like to be reminded of it in such a fashion.

‘Of course, my dear, you are, as ever, correct.’ He cursed the defensive tone.

‘I accept your apologies and acknowledgement, my lord.’ The words and intonation were dulcet, the look in her eyes not so. ‘I will arrange for our food to be delayed until your return.’

Ben nodded curtly. ‘Thank you.My apologies, Scraptoft. It is, of course, not your doing. Forgive me – I was somewhat perturbed.’ He gestured to the man to precede him, and turned back to his wife once the other man had left the room.

‘I trust you can entertain yourself while I’m away?’

Her eyes filled with mischief, and he could have sworn she choked back a laugh.

‘Of course, sir. I have a book.’

Blog Tour – When I Grow Up… by Patricia Asedegbega

I know I’ve been a bit quiet about blogging lately, but to be honest, I’ve just been so busy with books that I clean forgot to tell you about it!!  Today I want to tell you about another of our July authors on tour… Patricia Asedegbega!  You’re going to love her as much as we have since we met her!  She has a great sense of humour and is super talented and we’re so pleased that we get to share her with you.

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Author Pic - Patricia AsedegbegaPatricia is the author of I stand Corrected, Rewind, Balou Uncensored, Bienvenidos a gatos anónimos, Pasarse cuatro Pueblos and Sesenta segundos dan para mucho. She was born to a Spanish mother and a Nigerian father in Madrid. As a child, she relocated with her family to Nigeria and later returned to Spain, where she acquired her BSc and master´s degree.

She is currently living near Madrid with her family and her very stubborn cat, Merlin Mojito.

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When I Grow Up16 July – Romance Junkies
16 July – Book Girl Knitting
17 July – Room with Books
18 July – Books & More
20 July – Night Owl Reviews
21 July – Pamaceeve
22 July – Lindsay & Jane’s Views & Reviews
22 July – Lynn Stevens
23 July – Paranormal Book Fairy
23 July – Savvy Authors
23 July – Literary Lagniappe
24 July – Romance Reviews Today
24 July – Coffee Time Romance
24 July – Up All Night, Read All Day
25 July – Undercover Book Reviews
26 July – CA Milson
27 July – Nat’s Book Nook

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Cover - When I Grow UpWhen I grow up…

“You need a plan B,” said Alicia’s mother when at five years old she told her what she wanted to be when she grew up. Thirty odd years later, Alicia is on plan D: sharing a flat, no tangible savings, and working for hateful Julia, whose sole purpose in life is to make her existence utterly miserable.

Good thing she has Oscar and the girls to make the long hours at work bearable. But when a series of events tears the close-knit group apart, putting friendships and motives under suspicion, will Alicia be able to restore balance and set things right?

More importantly, will she ever be able to upgrade her life to at least plan C?

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CHAPTER ONE

I glance at the clock on top of my desk, willing the time to go faster. I have been painfully watching the seconds pass by all morning. In five more minutes Oscar and the girls will be at the kitchen for our accustomed tea break. He had sent a group message half an hour ago informing us when he was taking his break and asked if anyone else was free.

I look nervously at the door, hoping Julia, my boss, won´t choose that moment to open it for one more useless urgent request, when we both know it can also be done three hours from now or even tomorrow. She has a knack for being most inopportune, and if she gives me a task and I take my break late, I´ll have to sit on my own as the others will already have returned to their desks. We are only allowed ten minutes off outside our lunch hour—we always add one or two more, though, as we feel time spent in route to the kitchen should not be included— and we try to coordinate with one another so we can take our breaks together.

The seconds tick so slowly. I can hear Julia on the phone speaking in the voice she uses when she is talking to a client, the same voice that would mislead anyone who didn´t know her into actually thinking she is remotely human.

Just in time, I grab the handset and race to the staff kitchen where Oscar, Emma, Amparo, and Carmen are sitting around the wooden table staring hungrily at the cream-filled buns resting on a plate. We take turns in bringing something to accompany the pot of steaming coffee the first one to arrive makes, and I can´t wait to sink my teeth into what Carmen has brought for us today.

“Ah, there you are!” Emma exclaims as I rush to pour a cup of coffee. “We were only going to give you half a minute more before starting.” The rest start tucking in, while at the same time trying to fill each other in on their hectic days and how our bosses seem to have a goal of making our lives even more difficult than necessary, if possible.

We work for Fernández & Associates. It´s the kind of law firm where the lawyers bill their clients six figures just for answering the phone. We have some of the most prestigious and wealthy clientele, both in Spain and abroad. One of our departments deals with international law, so we cater to all the legal needs of a lot of Spanish businessmen who own companies in other countries, as well as foreigners who come to set up businesses here in Spain. It was started by Sergio Fernández Castellón[1], the father of our present senior partner, Alejandro. He wanted to provide very personal service to his clients, so our policy has always been to have just five lawyers, each heading a department. This enables them to have a very close and direct relationship with each client. Now that Alejandro has taken over, he is following the same philosophy and, as a result, we have clients that have been with the firm for over thirty years. We accept new clients strictly on recommendations and only on rare occasions.

The firm occupies three floors of a building located in Calle Serrano[2]. The ground floor holds the reception area and conference rooms. The secretaries and junior lawyers have offices on the middle floor. And finally, on the top floor, where few venture except when summoned, the partners have what we like to call their dens.

The five of us are “corporate personal assistants”, which is an important sounding title that really means your job description is whatever the boss wants, no matter how ridiculous it is. We all speak various languages, have university degrees, and are known for our discretion—except during our breaks, of course. There, we have no secrets from each other. But really, apart from it being extremely interesting to know all that goes on with the other four bosses, confiding in each other has really helped us on more than one occasion to narrowly escape impending disasters that might otherwise have cost one or two jobs. So our undercover network is of utmost importance to us and probably to the firm as well.

I love a good gossip, but sometimes knowing what someone else´s boss has done is important for me. I can then feel that I am not the unluckiest person on Earth because I work for Julia.

[1] In Spain, everyone has two last names; the first is the father´s first last name and the second is the mother´s first last name.

[2] Also called Milla de oro because it is where the most exclusive and expensive shops in Madrid are located.

Blog Tour – Colors by GC Nichols

GC Nichols is a woman after my own heart.  Not only does she write fantastic stories, but we share a passion for motorcycles.  The biggest difference is between us is that while I only admire them, GC gets to experience the freedom of the open road for herself.  She’s taken her knowledge and channelled it into her latest release, Colors. She joins us here on The Book Mistress for her book tour this June and we’re having a blast with her.

Colors Blog Tour15 June – Pamaceeve
15 June – Romance Reviews Today
18 June – Up All Night, Read All Day
19 June – Lindsay & Jane’s Views & Reviews
24 June – Savvy Authors
26 June – Romance Junkies
26 June – Room with Books
27 June – Sheri Velarde
28 June – Coffee Time Romance
29 June – Erzabet’s Enchantments
30 June – Literary Lagniappe
31 July – Romancing the Book

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Colors_GCNichols_Art_DsnBk1_revisedGypsies bestowed the curse. A sadistic man unleashed its power.

Gioia Vita, at thirty-four, is not living the joyous life her cultural name might suggest. Haunted by an abusive past and tormented by the harsh illustrations of a cynical world she struggles to bury her secrets and find serenity in her life. Plagued by a glitch in her vision, she perceives colors and mystical imagery surrounding people that warn her of their intrinsic nature. With a fear of old world superstitions implanted into her from an early age, Gioia finds herself believing in these enchantments. Especially now, that she is seeing these… colors.

The desire for adventure in her sheltered life prevails when an acquaintance invites her back into the subculture of her rebellious youth. Her vision helps her navigate this tumultuous world few get to experience, the world of 1%ers. An enclave of brothers, bearing colors that reject normal society. She unexpectedly finds the warm colors of family, friends and a new love. Braden Davies restores passion in her heart, but can an outlaw from a chaotic underground culture heal her wounds? First, they must conquer the manipulative adversary that haunts them, unearth long buried family secrets, and learn that sometimes a curse can really be a gift.

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The sun emitted particularly balmy rays that seeped into my exposed skin and warmed me throughout. Like Mom’s chicken soup on a cold day, it flowed through my body to my soul and healed me. The wind cooled my face, knotted my long flowing hair, and created pockets of force between my limbs as it raced against us. We were in flight for the two-hour ride, and my soul appreciated some much needed freedom. Even though my sunglasses kept the bright sun out of my eyes, Braden’s brilliant metallic fire captivated me.

We snuck in small rides every day the fall weather permitted, but this particular Indian summer day was an unexpected gift received along the Merritt Parkway. The almost eighty degree temperature was truly out of the ordinary for the end of October. We were going to an ally club’s Halloween party that evening and decided to extend the trip to northern Connecticut.

There were few times in my life I could remember being this happy. Waking up to Braden’s golden sun almost every morning for the past few weeks surely made this one of them. I felt safe with him, not only because of his gleaming rapture that guaranteed he was pure but also because I could sense it in everything he did. His touch was always gentle, and he never failed to watch over me. In these past few weeks, I grew to know him well and love him entirely.

I was still frightened and questioning everything. What had I done to deserve him in my life? Had I endured enough hardship to finally find a decent man? Our passion was rising to daring heights, and I wanted nothing more than to become one with him, but he always held back, as if making love could risk our bond. Was it only a matter of time before the devil would find me again and take Braden away?

The gypsies continued to invade my dreams and fear of their evil nature consumed me. Luckily, I managed to hide the nightly turmoil from Braden. My brain struggled to comprehend the most recent nightmare. I found myself wandering back to last night’s vision.

“Mom, can we open the presents now? Please!” I begged my mother.

She looked lovingly into my eyes and smiled. “Not yet, Gioia. We have to take care of something very important first.”

I watched as my mother hung bundles of red peppers around the room and wondered what could be more critical than opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why was she decorating now? The Christmas tree lit up the otherwise dark room, and the large nativity set beneath it glowed shimmering white light.

My aunt poured water into a large, ornate ceramic bowl and then waited patiently, holding a small pitcher of greenish oil over it.

“Is Zia Francesca making something special tonight?” I asked, my juvenile mind always hoping for the next treat. Spending Christmas in Italy meant I would be spoiled with gifts and sweets typically unimaginable. It was rare we spent the holidays in Europe and my aunts would cater to my every wish.

“Yes, but probably not what you’re thinking of,” my mother answered, chuckling.

 “What do you mean?” My voice turned to a full on whine as I grew impatient.

“Tonight is a holy night and we’re going to utilize the exceptional power we’re offered to say a prayer over you so no evil can ever hurt you. It’s a special gift that Zia Francesca wants to offer you,” my mother explained.

“Ti voglio protegere dal malocchio,” my aunt told me in her native language. I only understood some of the words and looked to my mother for clarification.

“Zia Francesca said she wants to protect you from the evil eye.”

A sudden chill crawled up my spine and I shivered, almost falling off the high stool I sat on. Terror treaded wildly over my skin. Immature thoughts clouded my eight-year old brain allowing my mother’s words to send me into utter panic. Evil? What did I need protection from?

My mother nodded to my aunt as she made her way across the room to stand near us. Zia Francesca slowly drizzled the thick, green oil into the bowl of water.

I counted nine drops carefully placed in the shape of a cross. We all watched quietly as the small, liquid circles spun away from one another, slow at first, then gaining speed until the outline of an eye appeared.

“It’s true. She is cursed,” my mother whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

“What, mom? What’s the matter? What do you mean?” I begged.

“Gioia, pay attention! Just do as I and Zia Francesca do.” My mother commanded, avoiding my wide eyes and panicked tone. She made the sign of the cross in front of me and exclaimed, “Padre, Figlio, Spirito Santo.”

“Dammi la tua mano,” Zia Francesca commanded me to give her my hands. She also began gesturing the sign of the cross over my pale skin.

I could see the outline of the gypsy in my peripheral vision. She stood in the window just beyond the Christmas tree watching us. I refused to make eye contact. My body sat frozen, and terrified from the mysterious ritual my mother and aunt were performing. I would obey my mother until this nightmare ended.

“Father, this prayer is being said for Gioia. I pray it works in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.” My mother spoke the words quietly, closing her eyes and lifting her head up toward heaven.

She continued to chant as a gust of wind swept across the tiled floor. It wrapped around me and seeped into my pores forcing tears of panic as I shut my eyes in horror.

“Glory be to the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirt, as it was in the beginning is now and forever shall be,” my mother concluded and grabbed my right hand. Zia Francesca already clutched my left in a firm hold.

The warmth of their skin brought on a calm sensation that flowed throughout me. I finally found the courage to face the gruesome hag staring at me through the window. Cavernous wrinkles weighed on the corners of her eyes turning them into slits of darkness. Her voluminous lips curled downward into a scowl only meant to curse. The multiple strands of colorful beads encircling her neck appeared to choke her. The sight of her was hideous and I found myself hissing the word, “Zincara.”

My mother and Zia Francesca jerked their heads toward the window. The gypsies’ outline dissipated into a puff of amethyst smoke, and she was gone.

The bike slowed as we approached our destination, waking me out of my memory. I shook my head trying to free my brain from its’ unnerved state. Realizing my dreams did nothing but bring on paranoia, I decided to chase out the crazy thoughts. Braden’s gentle soul gave me hope to believe in righteousness again, and being with him was the most blissful place in the world. Even if an evil gypsy or the devil came, I would fight. A surge of adrenaline ran through me as I realized that, in the end, no one could keep me away from this love.

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GCNichols_AuthorPicG.C. Nichols is a Creative Director by day, a graduate of Parsons School of Design, and writer by night. Brought up by parents possessing a strong respect for the arts she was afforded the freedom to pursue and explore her artistic abilities in New York City. Developing interests in writing, fashion, fine art and music led a youthful nature of rebellion to emerge within her.

Placed on a motorcycle for the first time at a very young age paved the way to a passion for riding, and into the intriguing world of motorcycle clubs. The fearless nature and free-thinking ways of this underground culture felt like a natural place for an artist with curiosities to call home.

Growing up as a first-generation Italian American offered G.C. the opportunity to learn about the mystical realm of gypsies and curses, or as she likes to refer to it, Italian witchcraft. Spending summers in Southern Italy allowed her to interact with these mysterious characters first hand, their fiery spirit embedded in her mind forever.

Other than getting lost in the imaginary worlds her mind creates, G.C. enjoys riding, hunting, and fishing, with her husband, family and friends. She is happiest on the wooded acres of serenity they call home in upstate New York, surrounded by a wild array of entertaining pets.

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Blog Tour – Prince of Whispers by Jen Bradlee

One of the things I love about being The Book Mistress is getting to meet amazing authors and help them to promote their wonderful books.  Jen Bradlee is a prime example.  This is an author with a wicked sense of humour and a deft hand when it comes to writing erotica.  If you ask her, she’ll tell you that Crispin, the lead character in her latest release The Prince of Whispers is largely to blame for driving her slightly nuts.  Apparently he was quite demanding when it came to having his story told, and told his way.  I don’t think she minds too much though as the story is fantastic!

This June, we’ve got her out there on tour and we would love to have you support her.  Here is a list of the blogs that are confirmed to host her.  Some links go to Jen’s posts, others just to the blog.  Please remember that the hosts are only human and sometimes things get beyond their control… so if a post is late, don’t panic! We hope that you’ll visit, share, comment and participate.  I promise, you won’t be disappointed!

Prince of Whispers Blog Tour Info04 June – Literary Lagniappe

05 June – Romance Reviews Today

08 June – Lindsay & Jane’s Views & Reviews

10 June – Savvy Authors

16 June – Up All Night, Read All Day

19 June – Pamaceeve

22 June – Erzabet’s Enchantments

25 June – Romance Junkies

Want to find out why you should visit?  Well, here’s a taste for you to enjoy!

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Prince of WhispersHis gaze narrowed. “Do not mistake my interest in you for compassion, Ruby. I have never been a thoughtful or compassionate man.”

“What do you want from me?” she asked. “I have no coin, no wealth, nothing that would satisfy your greed.”

“Is that so?” he whispered, reaching up to brush his fingertips across her jaw and down her neck. She was softer than he had imagined, and his cock hardened at the solitary touch. “I think you underestimate your own value, my lady.” His hand stilled instantly at the cold press of a blade against his inner thigh.

“One more move, bastard, and I’ll send an entire kingdom of whores into mourning.”

Ruby’s threat hung between them. Crispin watched her closely. He could see the lust in her gaze, but she was fighting it and winning. He dropped his hands to his sides.

“I yield,” he said. Even though he no longer touched her, he was close enough to feel the heat radiating from her. He bit his lower lip in agitation. Her gaze fluttered to his mouth, and he saw her silent gasp, the hitch in her breathing. He grinned and took a step back. “Please, join me. You are welcome to use the bath, if you are so inclined.”

Ruby shook her head. She approached the table where his dinner sat. “May I?” she asked, glancing at him.

Crispin nodded. His appetite had shifted. He watched her take large, ravenous bites. He glanced down at his erection. It was obvious he would have to woo her into his good graces. He shuddered to think what she would do to him should his identity be revealed, but even if they did indulge in some bed sport, he would be long gone before she realized he was the prince. He snatched his trousers off the bed and pulled them on. She ate silently, occasionally sneaking a peek at him.

“Enjoying your meal?” he asked, lying down on the bed.

“Aye,” Ruby said around a mouthful of food. She swallowed and turned toward him. “I believe the guards must have left by now.” She stood and headed for the door. “I thank you, again.”

In an instant, Crispin was on his feet, his body between her and the door. Her surprised expression reminded him of cornered prey. He took a step closer to her. She swallowed and licked her lips.

“I need to leave. Stand aside.” Ruby shook her head and stalked forward, pushing against him, hoping he would move.

Crispin grabbed her by the waist and backed her up, tumbling them both onto the bed. He took her wrists and held her hands above her head, securing her under his weight.

“Why must you be so stubborn?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Why must you restrain me?” She arched a brow. “Get off.”

“So you can draw your weapon against me again? I think not.” Crispin groaned as she struggled beneath him. “The next time you threaten me with a blade, you had better be prepared to use it.”

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Jen Bradlee
Jen Bradlee can get away with murder, metaphorically speaking of course.  She is a sensual woman who enjoys people watching, belly dancing, and taking walks in the rain.  Give her a man who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and plays hard. The ones with rough edges and a little scruff are the best. She finds cathartic release when she pours all her fantasies and desires into her writing.  Comes with a warning label.  “Too hot to handle.”

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Prince-Whispers-Wicked-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00YB2OGV2/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1432822482&sr=8-2&keywords=the+prince+of+whispers

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/545831