Saturday, 30 August 2014

Book Review of Waking the Phoenix (Mythrian Realm Series Book 2) by Lindsay Avalon



Book Title: Waking The Phoenix (Mythrian Realm Series Book 2)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 172
Author: Lindsay Avalon
Date Published: 27 August 2014

Synopsis:

As two Realms collide, the world descends into chaos.

From the moment Sha Phoenix dropped into the middle of Detective Connor Flynn’s murder scene, he had known his life would never be the same. Following her claim to be a Sorceri from the Mythrian Realm, he had received a crash course in the impossible as they had struggled to stop a madman. Unfortunately, despite their efforts to stop the Nexus, a magical barrier separating the Mythrian and Human Realms, fractured. Magic and myth are spilling over into the Human Realm, plunging everything into turmoil.

Is their love strong enough to survive the flames of the phoenix?

When Sha vanished through a portal in the middle of battle, Connor did not hesitate to follow the woman he had claimed as his. Now in the Mythrian Realm, they join forces with the Sentinels, the guardians of the Realms, to protect the world they love. Will they be able to contain the evil taking control? Or will they perish in the flames of war?

This is a continuation of Connor and Sha's story. Book 1, Breaking the Nexus, should be read first. Look for the third book coming this winter!

Review:


Waking the Phoenix (Mythrian Realm #2)Waking the Phoenix by Lindsay Avalon
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is the second book in the Mythrian Realm Series. I loved it!

Sha Phoenix is a wonderful character. I love her wit and humour! She is a part Aquarum (water magic) and part Infernum (fire magic) Sorceri. This makes her a formidable protector of the Nexus; the gateway between her world and the human one.

Connor Flynn is a fantastic character. He is a cop, who is strong, handsome and honourable. It also helps that he is very charismatic. I love his protective streak! (As an aside: I wouldn't mind being arrested by this cop!).

I have been eager to read this story for a long time; ever since the first book had been released in 2012. As soon as I found out that this book had been released, I downloaded a copy and started reading. It was well worth the wait!

This story continues from the cliffhanger at the end of the first book, and sees Sha and Connor returning through the Nexus to Mythria.

This story is not only told through Sha and Connor's point of view, but through the eyes of Ian Kendrick, Connor's police partner. I loved this alternative point of view, as it gave the reader a chance to see what was happening on both sides of the Nexus. It was also nice to meet Saia, Achaius and Luca again. We are also introduced to Alec, a teenager who is more than he seems. Though he is still an enigma, I found myself liking this mouthy teen. Alec is a bit impertinent at times, but he seems to have a good heart; I look forward to find out what his story is in time. I did feel sorry for him at times, but giggled at the adults' - especially Achaius and Aries - method of discipline.
Maestro is still causing havoc through his magic and he is as evil as ever. But I'm not sure if he's the master, or a puppet for someone else.

There is plenty of danger and intrigue, which kept me hooked from the first page. There are also several twists and turns in this story that kept me on the edge of my seat. The author's descriptions of the scenes and the characters brought the story to life. I could picture everything quite clearly. This story took me on a roller coaster ride of adventure, danger and emotion.The ending finished on totally shocking cliffhanger, and now I am looking forward to reading the next book in the series as soon as possible.

Lindsay Avalon has written an amazing paranormal romance. I love her fast paced writing style, and the story flows beautifully. Her characters are extremely likable (except for Maestro) and come alive on the page.

Due to scenes of a sexual nature that are on the explicit side, as well as some bad language and violence, I do not recommend this book for younger readers. However, I highly recommend this book if you love YA (17+), paranormal romance or fantasy. - Lynn Worton

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Thursday, 28 August 2014

Blog Tour: Worth Forgiving by Vi Keeland



Today, I am pleased to be part of the Blog Tour for Vi Keeland's new book in her MMA Romance series, Worth Forgiving. If  you are interested in following the blog tour, a list of blogs involved are listed below.




Synopsis:
They say men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I never knew the sentiment was reciprocal. Until I met Jax Knight. A gentleman in public, a commanding, dirty talking rogue in the bedroom.

Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint,” Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.

But falling for someone so soon after her breakup wasn’t something she’d planned on. And definitely not something her ex plans to allow.

My Review:


Worth Forgiving (MMA Fighter, #3)Worth Forgiving by Vi Keeland
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.

This is the third book in the MMA Fighter series. I absolutely loved it!

Jackson (Jax) Knight is a character I have been wanting to meet since I met him in Worth the Chance. He is a very determined person, with a mind of his own. He is a fighter in spirit and body, though when he meets Lily St. Claire, he knows he's in for the fight of his life.

Lily St. Claire is a wonderful character. She is full of sass and has a stubborn streak a mile wide. I really liked her a lot. Being the daughter of a renown fighter, she is determined to keep her father's gyms in business, but she is unprepared for her attraction to a charming and sexy fighter.

I was looking forward to reading this story because I had really enjoyed the other two books. This one didn't disappoint! I was hooked from the first page.

The descriptions of the characters and the places were very vivid, and I could picture the scenes with ease. The story is told from the alternating view points of Jax and Lily. I loved Jax and Lily's first meeting; the scene made me giggle! Their attraction was palpable and fairly sizzled on the page. There was one character, however, that really got my hackles raised; his name was Caden. He's a real piece of work! Although he got what was coming to him in the end, I still think he got off a bit too lightly. Another character I didn't care for was Jax's father, who came across as a total donkey's bottom (I don't like to swear). However, I really liked his mother. Although, I personally don't understand her dependence on a lying, cheating pig of a husband, she obviously loves him. Or maybe it's the life she loves. In any case, she is a charming and warm lady. It was nice to meet up with Vince, Liv and Nico again. I was a bit disappointed that Elle wasn't there, but I suppose being a attorney kept her busy elsewhere.

The story was a fast paced roller coaster ride from beginning to end. I am not a huge fan of mixed martial arts, kick boxing or any kind of contact sport containing physical violence. However, the author has written the fight scenes with such detail that I actually felt like I was there watching them. I could even hear the crowd cheering; it gave me goosebumps! I felt sad when I reached the end of the story, because I wanted to keep reading. However, all good things must come to an end at some time or other, and I am now looking forward to reading more books by this author as soon as possible.

Vi Keeland has written another exciting erotic romance that kept me hooked from start to finish! I love her writing pace, which is fast and exciting. The story flowed wonderfully too. I love reading this author's work. She is one of my favourite contemporary romance writers, and I will continue to follow her career with interest.

As this is an erotic romance, there are several scenes of a sexual nature that are rather hot and explicit. Therefore, I do not recommend this book for readers younger than 18. However, if you love hot, steamy erotic romances, this book is for you! - Lynn Worton

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Excerpt: Meet Jax and Lily
Dinner and a dirty mouth
My face pinks when the waiter clears his throat, no doubt he’d heard Jax’s last comment.
“Are you ready to hear the specials?”
“Are we?”  Jax arches an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming with delight.  He’s not the slight bit embarrassed, but knows I am and is quite enjoying himself.
“Yes.  Please.”  I give him the evil eye and force my full attention back to the waiter.  The entire time the waiter talks about the specials I feel Jax’s eyes burning into me.
“I’ll give you a moment to let you decide.”  Graciously, the waiter excuses himself.
“Why did you do that?” I scold, my voice low.
“Do what?”  He leans back in his seat, crossing his arms over his thick chest.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Do I?”
“You enjoy watching me flustered, don’t you?”
Jax arches both eyebrows.  Bad choice of words.
“You know what I mean.”
Leaning in, his voice gritty and sexy, he looks me straight in the eyes when he speaks.  “I love watching you.  Period.  But what I like best is watching you pretend you’re unaffected.  It’s like an unspoken challenge.”  He pauses and leans in even closer.  “I love the pink that creeps up your cheeks when I say something dirty.  The way your pussy throbs when I mention what I’m going to do to you later, and you wiggle in your seat trying to control it.  So yeah, I guess I do like watching you flustered.  You sit and give your attention to the waiter, trying to pretend you’re listening to whatever he’s saying instead of thinking of me feeding you my cock later, but we both know you didn’t hear one word he said.  Hell I didn’t hear one word watching you, just knowing what you were thinking about.”
This time, I see the waiter before he’s close enough to hear us.  He smiles as he reaches our table.  “So what can I get for you this evening?  Did I interest you in one of our specials?”
I look at the waiter, then Jax, who arches an eyebrow with a knowing smirk on his face, then back to the waiter.  “The specials all sounded delicious.  I just can’t decide for myself.  I’m going to defer to my date to pick one for me.”  I return my eyes to Jax with a cheeky grin.
He throws his head back with a chuckle and looks at the poor confused waiter.  “We’ll take whatever two are your favorites.  Surprise us.”

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Worth the Fight  (Book One)



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It didn't matter that the ref called it a clean hit. Nico Hunter would never be the same.

Elle has a good life. A job she loves, a great apartment, and the guy she's been dating for more than two years is a catch and a half. But it's boring...and she strives to keep it that way. Too many emotions are dangerous. Her own past is living proof of what can happen when you lose control.

Then Nico walks into Elle's office and everything changes...for both of them. But what can the tattooed, hard-bodied MMA fighter and the beautiful and always steady attorney have in common? A lot more than they bargained for.

***Author's note*** THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

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Worth the Chance (Book Two) 







Meet Liv Michaels

It may have been seven years, but I'd know him anywhere. Sure, he's grown, filled out in all the right places, but his captivating blue eyes and cocky grin are exactly the way I remember. Even though I'd much rather forget.

Liv Michaels is almost there. She's smart, determined and weeks away from landing the job she's dreamed about for years. Time healed old wounds, even her broken heart from the devastation of being crushed by her first love.

Meet Vince Stone

Women love a fighter, especially a good one. Lucky for me, I'm damn good. But there's one woman that isn't interested. Not again, anyway.

Vince 'The Invincible' Stone is every woman's fantasy...strong, sexy, confident and completely in control. Growing up surrounded by chaos, he's learned never to get too attached. Love will drag you down. He adores women, treats them well, puts their own needs before his own...for the night anyway. With the biggest fight of his life coming up, his focus should be on training.

When fate brings Vince & Liv back together again, there's no denying the chemistry is still there. But can Vince erase the old scars their past left behind? Or will Liv hurt him instead?

***Author's note*** THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the 18.

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Worth Forgiving (Book Three) 



They say men like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. I never knew the sentiment was reciprocal. Until I met Jax Knight. A gentleman in public, a commanding, dirty talking rogue in the bedroom.

Daughter of legendary fighter “The Saint,” Lily St. Claire knows firsthand how fighters can be. As the owner of a chain of MMA gyms, she’s no stranger to aggressive, dominating, and possessive men. That’s why she’s always kept her distance. But the day Jax Knight walks through her door she’s captivated by his charm. Stunningly handsome, well mannered, Ivy League educated, and confident, he shatters all the preconceived notions she’d come to think were true about men who trained to fight.

But falling for someone so soon after her breakup wasn’t something she’d planned on. And definitely not something her ex plans to allow.



***Author's note*** THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the 18.

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Additional Books by Vi Keeland:

First Thing I See

Belong to You (A Cole Novel, Book One)

Made For You (A Cole Novel, Book Two)

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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!


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Wednesday, 27 August 2014

Blog Tour & Giveaway: The One Awakened by Alexandra North

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Today, I am pleased to be part of the Blog Tour for Alexandra North's newest book, The One Awakened. Please check out the rest of the tour and enter the giveaway at the bottom of the post.





Synopsis



It began a decade ago with a spilt drink and a missed opportunity amongst two people destined to be together. Now ten years on, sexually frustrated Lucia Myers is seeing her friend as though it were the first time…

Everything changed that Tuesday night when Lucia Myer's millionaire best friend Sebastian Silver returned home after months working abroad. She took one look at his spine-tingling face and in that moment he stole her breath away, for the second time in a decade… As a single-mother, her priorities have changed; the only man in he life is her 3 year old son Finn. Encouraged by her girlfriends she’s begun to date, but now, staring at Seb with fresh eyes - his appearance suddenly unfamiliar to her and physique making her mouth water; Lu decides that he should be the one to encourage her inner wantonness. What were friends for - if not to help when one was in need? She forms a plan… a proposition of sorts; one night of pleasure, I’m open to anything, with no ties - the text reads. It couldn't have been simpler. She wants to be awakened by someone she can truly trust; one with a skilled repertoire with the ladies and one who will never want more from her – cue Sebastian - the ultimate alpha player! Sebastian accepts her offer, but only on his terms, introducing rules that she must adhere to. He decides where, when, and that one night would not be enough to truly take Lucia to new heights and show her how it should be really be done! One month it is then… The heat between them is scorching; the constant fight for control undeniable, as they struggle between the blurred lines of the term ‘mates’. Together they sizzle, but apart they are broken. They must become strangers, and forget their friendship to become lovers, for Lucia to fulfill her desires and for Sebastian to awaken her in a way no other man has achieved. Soon their time will come to an end; can they ever go back to just being friends? Forces from their past and present try to destroy their future and all the while, Lucia has this feeling that she is being watched, by another… The One awakened is romantic, seductive, witty, full of angst, and will make you wish you had your very own Sebastian Silver to proposition.

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ALEXANDRA NORTH is an Indie author of romance and erotic romance. She lives in the rambling lush hills of Yorkshire, UK with her swoon-worthy husband, two children and two guinea pigs Barry & Boris. She admits quite openly to being 'a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind' and when not writing, works as a Graphic Designer & Illustrator, something she's done for the past 20 years. Other 'broom up the bottom' jobs include; mum's taxi, cooking and cleaning, cake baking, family therapist and complaints letter writer, for all and sundry - she's the one who won't take no for an answer! In between everyday life's tasks, she tries to lose herself with her secret lover 'monsieur kindle'- sssh... don't tell Mr. North. Writing was always a hobby and took a back seat to University, work, parenthood and unfortunately later, chronic long-term illness. One day she woke and thought 'life's too short - I'm going to finish that blummin book!' She now devotes her time to writing love stories full of humour and naughtiness. When she isn't manically typing away or trying to be the model wife and mum, Alexandra can be found shoe shopping (shoes are her weakness), cosying up with back-to-back TV series and enjoying her very own Sebastian Silver.
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Tuesday, 26 August 2014

Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: You’ll Think of Me by Lucia Franco

Today, I am pleased to be part of author Lucia Franco's release blitz and giveaway! Check out the excerpt and giveaway below!


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Blurb:

Luke Jackson.

With his thick southern drawl and seductive charm, Luke is the country boy everyone adores. He has his future mapped out, but his plans with Olivia are suddenly derailed when she makes a decision that blindsides him, changing the path they both envisioned.

As Luke struggles to keep everything in check during a difficult time in his life, he must put his trust in the one person who broke it to begin with. The last time they saw each other, Olivia busted his heart wide open, turning him into the man he is today.

When Olivia returns to her roots, just like Luke said she would, he is shocked for more reasons than one. Nine years have passed since they've seen each other, and when their roads collide unexpectedly, Luke can only push his worry and misgivings away for so long.

Things are different now—they are strangers—and the rope that once bound Olivia's heart to South Fork, Georgia is pulling her back in, forcing her to remember how it used to be all those years ago.



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Excerpt:
“Nate,” she groaned with a sigh. “There can’t be anymore dates between us. I’m sorry, but this is the one and only date. I had a great time tonight, but this is it.”
“How about you let me decide that,” he said in all seriousness.
“No. We can’t. As much as I enjoyed myself tonight, this is it. No more. Don’t you see the lines we’re crossing?”
Olivia’s forehead wrinkled with concern. How was it that he didn’t have a drop of worry? Was he only thinking about himself?
“I do see that,” he said moving in closely, “but I don’t give a fuck about any imaginary lines, Olivia. I want you, and I’m pretty sure you want me too. So what’s the problem here? And don’t give me that patient/doctor shit. I told you I would switch doctors. What’s your problem? You can’t deny the chemistry between us. It’s there. It’s pulling at us both and you know it. I can read your eyes and see it. It’s been there since the day we met. Don’t deny it.”
Olivia glanced around the parking lot. Deep down she wasn’t sure if she was ready to put herself on the line again, but by the deep undertone he used, she knew Nate was fuming.
“I don’t have a problem with us. What I do have a problem with is you finding a new doctor. Dr. Thatcher is the best.”
“I understand,” he answered staring down at her, “but you diagnosed my problem and it seems like an easy one to fix at that. So I could switch doctors with no issue. Nate-3-, Livy, still 0. Go ahead. Give me another reason, Liv, and that will put me at 4 points and you 0, because you know I’ll win that one too.” He formed his fingers into a ‘0’ as he said it with a know-it-all-defensive-fucking-try-me attitude.
Shit. She was all out of reasons, not that she had many to begin with. She was holding back. Her one gripe was the fact that she was his doctor and he just blew that argument out of the water.
Olivia didn’t want to get hurt and feared she would. It was a gut feeling she didn’t want to ignore. She was afraid to be around Nate. He managed to knock down some of her walls, expose her layers so early on and she wasn’t used to it. No one other than Luke had done that to her. She knew she’d fall hard for him, but not until she was ready to on her terms. When the time came she would let go and love again.
“Stop,” he ordered.
“Stop what?”
“Stop thinking so hard,” he demanded with a drawl. “I can see it spinning in your pretty brown eyes.” He was just an inch away from her now and breathing down on her.
“I see what you’re doing, finding ways to say no,” he whispered. “You’re so easy to read, Liv. I know you already in this little amount of time. I paid attention to you, your body. Your incredibly sexy body that I want so, so fucking bad…” Nate trailed off, growling under his breath as he slid an arm around her lower back and pulled her up against him.
“Stop looking for an out,” Nate insisted.
“Nathaniel,” she whispered. “I can’t.”
“Says who? You? You’re the one fighting me on it right now, Liv. Don’t tell me you don’t feel it between us. Just let go and give us a damn try.”



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Lucia currently resides in South Florida with her brainy husband and wild kids who drive her up a wall. There's never a dull moment in her hectic world, but Lucia wouldn't change a thing. Luckily she has a strong man to stand by her side and combat the craziness with her. YOU'LL THINK OF ME is not her first book, but it's the first one she's completed and likes. The others will come at a later date.



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Book Review of Cranberry Blood: Book One of the Blood Series by Elizabeth Morgan



Book Title: Cranberry Blood (Book 1 of the Blood Series)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 320
Author: Elizabeth Morgan
Date Published: 25 August 2014

Synopsis:

Killing Vampires? Easy.
Tracking someone? Simple.
Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer . . . . Bloody hard work!

Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia's granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was letting himself, or his Pack, in for.

Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life’s mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one he can't fully understand.

Vampire Slayer.
Born Infected.
Addicted to blood . . . but not by choice.

Heather Ryan is the current Slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn't complicated enough, she is also a born "Infected", and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.

Now that her Grandmother Sofia has passed, it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands. Or at least, it would have been...if her Grandmother hadn't sent a Werewolf to help her.

What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help her with? Sofia never told either of them. Luckily, it doesn't take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the Leeches have waited a long time for them both.

Review:


Cranberry Blood (Blood, #1)Cranberry Blood by Elizabeth Morgan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.

This is the first book in the Blood Series. I loved it!

Heather Ryan is a wonderful character. I liked her very independent and determined attitude, but sometimes I wanted to shake her and tell her to stop being such a pigheaded idiot. She is a vampire slayer, and a darn good one at that. She is an infected (part vampire) herself; her mother was attacked while carrying her. She has to drink blood, diluted in cranberry juice, to keep healthy. Heather thought she didn't need or want help, but when Brendan Daniels turns up, she finds herself fighting more than just vampires - her attraction to this sexy werewolf.

Brendan Daniels is also a fantastic character. I was first introduced to him in the prequel to this story, She Wolf, but he was one of several secondary characters and he was not really focused on. I was glad to get to know him better in this book. He is a werewolf, sworn to help Heather after making a deal with her grandmother thirteen years previously. He has a lot of charisma and a wicked sense of humour, but he also carries a lot of pain.

I have been looking forward to reading this book. However, I was completely blown away by this story! I started to read and didn't stop until I had read the whole thing in one sitting; I was totally riveted by the storyline and the subplots within. The story is told through both Brendan and Heather's point of view. The characters, whether werewolf or vampire, were well thought out and well developed. It was nice to finally get more information about the Scottish werewolves and their lives. The vampires were truly terrifying, and not at all likable; they made me shudder!

There was a sexual tension between Heather and Brendan that permeated throughout the storyline; it fairly sizzled! I kept hoping that these two would make a move, but the opportunity never seemed to turn up. That being said, the danger they faced kept my heart pounding! Lance is one sick vampire; I am glad that he got his comeuppance. The revelation of the rogues, and their purpose, was a complete shock. In a way, I felt sorry for them; they were victims of a sick and twisted plot. The story has several twists and turns that I didn't see coming, and it ended on a cliffhanger that made me groan in frustration. Now I will have to wait for the continuing book in the series, which I sincerely hope the author is well on her way to having finished writing, because I am dying to know what is going to happen next!

Elizabeth Morgan has written a fast paced and exciting start to what would seem to be a fantastic series. I love her fast paced writing style, and the story flow was wonderful. I have added her to my favourite authors list.

Due to scenes of a sexual nature, as well as explicit bad language and violence, I do not recommend this book for readers under the age of 18. I do, however, highly recommend this book if you love erotic paranormal romances filled with sexy werewolves and a vampire slayer. - Lynn Worton

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Monday, 25 August 2014

Book Review of She-Wolf (#0.5 Prequel of the Blood Series) by Elizabeth Morgan



Book Title: She-Wolf (Prequel 0.5 of the Blood Series)
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Pages: 255
Author: Elizabeth Morgan
Date Published: 25 August 2014


Synopsis:

Dealing with the Rogue Werewolves terrorizing his Pack? Simple.

Trying to convince his mate he does want to be with her? Bloody impossible.

Owen MacLaren is the Alpha's son and the Pack's second, and he has never been one to let anything get to him. So when a bunch of Rogues begin purposely dumping mutilated bodies around the Pack Keep, he is more than ready to deal with the Werewolves responsible.

But one night off and a trip to a local strip joint for a colleague's stag night changes things, and Owen soon discovers he isn't immune to everything . . . .


Being an independent Loup and travelling the world? Easy.
Having to come home and face the Werewolf who broke her young heart? Challenging.

After five years away, Clare Walker finds herself back home in Scotland, working in a strip club. The tips are decent, and she gets to dance, but it isn't a place she thought she would ever be, let alone Owen, her Pack second and the mate she has always desired.

Although Owen is determined to prove he wants to be with Clare, things can't go smoothly between them, not when they have past issues to sort out and a bunch of unusual 'Rogues' to deal with.

Review:


She-Wolf (Blood, #0.5)She-Wolf by Elizabeth Morgan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author in return for an honest review.

This book is the prequel to the Blood Series, which begins with Cranberry Blood. I loved it!

Owen MacLaren is a wonderful character. He is a strong werewolf, who is second in command to his father. I liked him a lot. He is a little bit arrogant, but I suppose it comes with the territory. However, he is loyal, dependable and downright gorgeous! When he meets Clare Walker again after a long absence, he realises she's all grown up and he's met his match.

Clare Walker is also a wonderful character. She is a Loup-Garou (a female born to a male werewolf parent and not changed/bitten). She is stubborn, opinionated and determined. I liked her spunk. She is a trained dancer, but working in a strip club until something better comes up.

This is a fantastic paranormal erotic romance! I was completely engrossed in this story from the first page.
I have read books about werewolves as shifters (turning into wolves). However, I have not read stories about werewolves such as these! The werewolves I usually read about are in America, so it was a nice change of scenery for the story to be set in Scotland. The descriptions of the characters and places brought the story to life; I could picture everything quite clearly.

The reader is introduced to a few members of the pack, though not in great detail. Carter is the packs' Alpha and Owen's father. He comes across as a tough but fair leader. This story focuses mostly on Owen and Clare, and their budding relationship. The story is told from both of their view points. They have a sizzling chemistry that literally smolders on the page! I really enjoyed their sniping at each other, as they butted heads over Clare's safety.
There is plenty of danger in the form of rogues, and a few twists and turns that kept me intrigued. I kept wondering why the rogues were leaving bodies on the packs' land, and was just as frustrated as the werewolves when there was no answer forthcoming. I was a little bit sad when I reached the end of the story, as I wanted to keep reading. The slight cliffhanger at the end made me want to scream in frustration, but I am now looking forward to reading the main story arc, starting with Cranberry Blood, as soon as possible. This book could be read as a stand-alone if one wished. However, once a reader gets a taste, they will be craving more!

Elizabeth Morgan has written a fast paced and exciting prequel to what would seem to be a fantastic series. I love her fast paced writing style, and the story flow was wonderful. I have found myself becoming a huge fan of this author's work. I am glad that she is re-releasing this series as a self-published work, because it would be a shame for these characters not to be brought to life.

Due to scenes of a sexual nature that are rather on the hot and explicit side, not to mention some bad language and violence, I do not recommend this book for readers under the age of 18. I do, however, highly recommend this book if you love erotic paranormal romances filled with sexy werewolves. - Lynn Worton

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Sunday, 24 August 2014

Re-Release Blog Tour: Author Interview, Excerpts & Giveaway of the Blood Series by Elizabeth Morgan


Today, I am pleased to be part of the Blood Series Re-Release Blog Tour! This is a fantastic Paranormal Romance Series with sexy Scottish werewolves. Please find below the blurb, excerpts of both books and an author interview Elizabeth Morgan kindly took time out of her busy schedule to answer. There is also a fabulous giveaway where you could win a set of ebooks: 1 ecopy of She-Wolf & 1 ecopy of Cranberry Blood - or maybe an exclusive red glitter wine glass and made for this series wine charm with 2x signed cover flats. J


Coming August 25th 2014!

Scottish Werewolves: freaky Vampires and a Slayer with a bad addiction and an insane legacy. Add a big dose of sarcasm, sizzling chemistry; a lot of silver and a ton of blood and . . . Welcome to the Blood Series.

They're back! The Blood Series has been revamped and repackaged and will be re-released on August 25th 2014.

Note: She-Wolf and Cranberry Blood are both previously published titles, but have been polished, improved, and have even had scenes added for their re-release. Both books as well as all that will follow will be self-published.

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She-Wolf
Blood Series Prequel
Author: Elizabeth Morgan
 Length: Novel
 Content: Paranormal Erotic Romance
 Publisher: Self-Published



Blurb:

Dealing with the Rogue Werewolves terrorizing his Pack? Simple.
Trying to convince his mate he does want to be with her? Bloody impossible.

Owen MacLaren is the Alpha's son and the Pack's second, and he has never been one to let anything get to him. So when a bunch of Rogues begin purposely dumping mutilated bodies around the Pack Keep, he is more than ready to deal with the Werewolves responsible.

But one night off and a trip to a local strip joint for a colleague's stag night changes things, and Owen soon discovers he isn't immune to everything . . . .
 

Being an independent Loup and travelling the world? Easy.
Having to come home and face the Werewolf who broke her young heart? Challenging.

After five years away, Clare Walker finds herself back home in Scotland, working in a strip club. The tips are decent, and she gets to dance, but it isn't a place she thought she would ever be, let alone Owen, her Pack second and the mate she has always desired.

Although Owen is determined to prove he wants to be with Clare, things can't go smoothly between them, not when they have past issues to sort out and a bunch of unusual 'Rogues' to deal with.

This title contains explicit language, violence, and graphic sex.

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http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/463701
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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/she-wolf-elizabeth-morgan/1120057363?ean=2940046079852

Will also be available on Amazon! And will soon be available in print!

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Excerpt:

The music ended. The two women grabbed their clothes and headed backstage, hips swinging, as one and five pound notes hung out over the edge of their thongs.
“Give it up for Jenny and Jean, our tantalizing duo,” said an invisible male, his gruff voice echoing throughout the club.
“Christ, they’ve got a voice-over.”
“Oh aye, this is a real classy joint.” Luke knocked back his beer.
“Better than some places,” Karl said.
“And now, gentlemen, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to the newest Lollypop.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus.” I stifled my amusement with another swig of beer.
“The feral goddess with the wildest moves.... The one, the only, She-Wolf.”
“This should be interesting.” Martin grinned, slinging his right arm over the back of his chair and making himself comfortable.
A familiar guitar riff began leaking through the speakers as the stage lights turned from hot white to dusky blue. The guitar riff kicked in.
“Follow You Home” a song by my favourite band, Nickleback.
“At least she’s got good taste in music,” I murmured to no one in particular while rolling the neck of my beer bottle between my hands.
The red velvet curtains parted and the verse started. A black iron chair slid along the stage and then stopped, perfectly in the middle. The female strolled out of the shadows, one long leg in front of the other, smoking her cigarette. She wore a large black hoodie, dark denim hot pants, and black leather knee-high boots.
The prickling sensation sharpened along my spine, causing me to shiver.
“Weird fucking costume for a stripper,” Martin said.
Her long black hair hung back in a high ponytail. Black and silver eye shadow framed her eyes, the blended shades bold against her smooth, pale skin.
Smoke rolled along the stage as she stopped before the chair. At the sound of the singer’s voice, she flicked her cigarette to the side and stretched both her arms above her head. She then bent forward until she pressed her hands flat on the stage.
“What is this shit? Bloody keep fit?” Martin grunted.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” Karl shouted.
She pulled herself up slowly, and as the bass guitar kicked in, her body swayed to the right and she fell straight into a spin, which seemed to last forever.
“Looks like the stripper knows ballet,” Robert said.
“Fuck the stripper.” Luke laughed. “How d’ya know that’s ballet she’s doing?”
“My little sister has studied it for years,” Robert said, his focus glued to the stage.
The woman dropped into splits. After a moment, she brought around her right leg from behind to join her left, and then fell backward. She pushed herself off the floor, then jumped up and landed on her feet. A wicked grin curled the corners of her mouth as she rolled down the zip of her hoodie, exposing inch by inch of creamy, pale flesh.
The familiar sweet scent touched my nose once more, growing more potent with each second, battling against the other smells to stand apart.  With a deep breath, I dragged the stuffy air of the club deep into my lungs, cancelling out each odour until all that remained was the aroma of . . . flowers? Not the sickly fragrance of floral perfume, but actual flowers.
Her hips began to sway as she shrugged off the hoodie and let it fall. The curve of her waist, and the sight of her supple breasts in her black lace bra, made my mouth dry. I knocked back the rest of my beer, hoping like hell it would help my sudden thirst.
The pale blue light caught the shimmer of her glitter-dusted skin as she brought up her right arm and then placed her hand behind her head.
Sizzling heat spread through my entire body as the distinct taste of wild flowers and sea salt exploded on my tongue. The bittersweet mixture filled me, conjuring images of the meadows bordering my father’s manor; of a young girl laughing as I chased her across the grounds, the scent of the sea wafting from her blonde hair.
My Wolf groaned. My blood heated.
“Great breasts,” Luke said.
“That’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Karl leaned forward and banged his fists on the table. He threw back his head and howled. Any other moment, I would have found such a reaction hilarious, but I couldn’t pull my focus from the woman on the stage; couldn’t move due to the heavy beat of my heart banging against my ribcage. I knew that scent, would know it anywhere.
She made a slow turn as she loosened her ponytail and shook her head. Her hair streamed down her back like a glossy black waterfall. She finished her spin, then her focus landed on me, and the air caught in my throat.
Clare.
Her body went rigid. Her sultry gaze hardened as she stared at me.
Clare Walker. I’d know those moonlit eyes anywhere.
What in God’s name is she doing working in a fucking strip club?
Straightening, I tensed as my wolf skimmed the surface. My energy pulsed as his focus zoned in on her. A moment was all it took. My Wolf settled. Satisfaction hummed through me. Acceptance.
What the fuck?
Her jaw tensed, chin tilted up as she stared us both down for a single moment, before she ran and grabbed hold of the stage pole on the right. Her feet left the floor as she wrapped her legs around the brass and spun.
I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding, but the tension didn’t drain from my body.
Her feet hit the floor, the pole between her perfect thighs. She pulled herself upwards, rubbing herself against the warm metal.
Every drop of blood in my body headed south.
She swung round and pressed her back against the pole. Her hands traveled down her breasts, then her stomach, to stop at the waist of her hot pants.
My jeans suddenly felt too tight, and the sound of my heartbeat drowned out the loud music.
She slid her hot pants down her thighs and....
The neck of the beer bottle broke in my hands.
“You okay?” Robert looked at the bottle.
I let my gaze slip down to the broken glass and grunted. “Oops.”
Throwing the shards on the table, my attention turned back to Clare. She crouched before a group of men pushed up against the stage. Fire licked through me at the sight of them slipping notes into her cleavage and the band of her knickers, their fingers skimming her milky flesh. The sight caused a strangled snarl to break from my throat.
Easy boy, this is Clare. It’s just Clare.
My Wolf began to pace, hackles rising, the urge to beat the shit out of them and protect her overwhelming me. No man had any right to touch her. I didn’t want any other man to touch her, let alone look at her, and the sudden realization scared the hell out of me.
She stood and danced away from them. Every move she made was graceful; each step seemed to have a meaning. Touched by the fake moonlight, her body shimmered with sweat and sparkling body dust. She looked exotic, feral. She was Loup-garou. She was mine.
No. Not mine. She’s not mine. It’s fucking Clare, for Christ’s sake!
That simple fact didn’t stop the images filling my mind—images of her writhing across the damp earth of the forest floor, the light of the moon bathing her pale flesh. I’d explore every curve and crevice with my fingers and tongue until she begged me to mark her. Claim her.
Those wants alone had me hard as a rock, and on the border of having a panic attack.
Fuck, this is bad. Margaret Thatcher dancing naked in the rain. Margaret Thatcher dancing naked in the rain . . . .
 Hiding my hands under the table, I pulled the small shard of glass from my right palm, ignoring the tingle of my flesh pulling together and closing the small wound.
Five years since I had last seen her. She’d been nineteen and preparing to go to London to live with her mother while she studied dance at university. By the look of her body, she had studied damn hard.
My fingers sank into my thighs as she curled around the left brass pole.
Last time I had seen her, she wore dungarees she could hardly fill. Now, her body looked athletic, but she had more curves than a damn racetrack.
She turned her back to the audience. My focus slipped to the four, tattooed paw prints climbing up her right hip. I couldn’t stop the smile forming on my lips, nor stop the thought of tracing those delicate designs with my tongue.
She stepped up on the chair and spun again.
“I think I’ve found my lap dancer.” Karl’s words came out slurred.
The urge to punch his head through the wall rushed through me.
Clare dropped onto the chair. Her knees spread wide, showing the audience the soft junction of her milky thighs.
I swallowed the groan lodged in my throat. The zip of my jeans was two seconds away from splitting.
Applause roared throughout the room as she struck her final pose and the music ended. Tension wound through my entire body, and I had to fight to stay in my chair as a string of crude comments left the mouths of the majority of men around me.
She grabbed her clothes and made her way off stage. The hypnotic sway of her hips, and the sight of her perky arse sitting in those lace panties, struck as painfully uncomfortable. The blood in my veins burned; the tension in my muscles pulsed.
She disappeared from view.
What was this insane, ecstatic joy that she hadn’t removed her underwear in front of these perverted bastards about? All I knew was that if she had, I would have had to kill everyone.
Not good, Owen.
The sweet smell of her sweat had mixed with her natural aroma which now seemed to cling to my nostrils, teasing me. I wanted to find her, rip those knickers off her with my teeth, and bury my head between her thighs until she came apart on my tongue.
Not fucking good at all.
Deep breath. What I needed to do was calm the fuck down and then talk to her. And I really needed to talk to her. This was Clare, for fuck’s sake. I had watched her grow up. This was wrong. So fucking wrong.
The metal frame of the chair dented under the pressure of my fingertips as the others continued to talk about her.
What the fuck was she doing here, anyway? Taking her clothes off and dancing in a shitty strip joint?
She was supposed to be performing on cruise ships. In clothing.
Her life is not my business. It’s not my business. At least it wasn’t, until now.
“So, Owen, you having a lap dance or-or not?” Karl burped, then knocked down the rest of his beer “Going to be a bit fuck-king boring sitting ’ere on your own. Maybe we can find you a nice blonde.”
Fuck it! I needed to speak to her.

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Cranberry Blood
Blood Series: Book One
Author: Elizabeth Morgan
 Length: Novel
 Content: Urban Fantasy with Paranormal Elements
 Publisher: Self-Published


Blurb:

Killing Vampires? Easy.
Tracking someone? Simple.
Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer . . . . Bloody hard work!

Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia's granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was letting himself, or his Pack, in for.
Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life’s mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one he can't fully understand.

Vampire Slayer.
Born Infected.
Addicted to blood . . . but not by choice.

Heather Ryan is the current Slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn't complicated enough, she is also a born "Infected", and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.
Now that her Grandmother Sofia has passed, it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands. Or at least, it would have been...if her Grandmother hadn't sent a Werewolf to help her.
What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help her with? Sofia never told either of them. Luckily, it doesn't take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the Leeches have waited a long time for them both.

This title contains explicit language, violence, and some scenes of a sexual nature.

 
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Will also be available on Amazon! And will soon be available in print!

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Excerpt:

Lights spluttered above me, fighting with some relentless attempt to come back on, even though the battle appeared hopeless.
It is hopeless.
I’m trapped.
Fresh waves of pain rippled around my skull and down my spine as I fought to see everything around me, but thick grey smoke flooded the corridors. It crawled down my throat; the taste and feel of ash coated my tongue, making me gag. The need to cough kept grabbing me while ash blocked my nose and stung my watering eyes. My head throbbed, pressure in my skull tightened, as I fought hard to keep my eyes open.
There has to be a way out.
My eyesight had clouded from the smoke; my nostrils burned with it.
The awareness under my skin blazed as hot as the fire that currently threatened to bring the entire structure down on my head, but I had to walk down here; every impulse in my body forced me forward. I had no idea what I hoped to find, but I knew in my gut that I could get out.
My right hand hit the uneven wall before me; my heart sank as I stood before the dead end.
My lungs burned as the smoke continued to consume my body.
I wasn’t supposed to die down here.

Chapter One

~ Heather ~
Air scorched my throat as my body jerked into consciousness. Eyes wide and unfocused, I shot into a sitting position, fisting my hands against my chest as I fought to breathe. My heart hammered, each beat loud and clear as it thumped in my ears. My gaze darted around the room. Relief settled over me like a gentle summer’s breeze as each small familiarity of my bedroom filtered into my jumbled mind: the tall, old mahogany wardrobe to the right side; the window, where light desperately tried to seep through the blinds; and lastly, across from the foot of my bed, the vanity table in the same dark shade of wood. Everything exactly where it should be, including me, in my bed, exactly where I should be.
I inhaled, the simple motion causing a stitch to run up my sides, but I ignored it. Sinking against my pillows, I rested my head against the wooden bed frame and closed my eyes. One breath, two, three; my heart steadied back into its usual rhythm. I rubbed my hands across my face, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had broken over my skin. On my exhale, the quietness of the room embraced me. The usual knots in my stomach started to tighten as the confusion of the recurring dream faded. I forced my mind to reach out and grab the escaping images, but, as always, reality quickly settled in and made my vision nothing more than a blank canvas.
Dull throbbing picked up at my temples. Shit. A sigh escaped me. Not again.
I threw back the covers and stumbled out of bed, suddenly aware of something gripping the skin of my stomach and back.
“What the—?” The raised hem of my black vest allowed a glimpse at the white bandage strapped around my torso. “How the hell did that get there?”
Shuffling steps took me over to the mirror on the vanity table where I studied the clean dressing that clung to my washed-out skin.
Brow furrowed, I stared at the white patch. “Okay. I really don’t remember hurting myself, let alone bandaging myself up.” My focus snapped to a smaller bandage, taped on the left side of my forehead. I studied my half-naked reflection with confusion. My already pale, peach skin looked pasty white, my golden curls nothing more than flat frizz. The throb in my temples increased as I forced my mind to conjure some memory of what had happened last night.
Blurred snippets of my most recent trip to London skipped through my brain. Standing on the roof across the way from some club . . . . Then nothing but blank.
I grabbed my comb and sat down on the edge of the bed, a hiss escaping my lips as pain shot up my left side. I took a deep breath and began to pull the comb through my matted hair, clenching my teeth as agony bit at my skull with each sharp tug. My mind continued to sift through snips of the night: going out to look for Carlson, finding him with Antonio. They had followed three drunken women from a club and dragged them into a loading bay behind one of the larger shops. Me following them and helping the three women get away . . . . At least, I think I did.
But what happened after that? More blankness. Damn.
Hair pulled over one shoulder; I plaited the limp mass and then placed the comb on the vanity table. My forehead began to tighten, and the painful awareness of the familiar thirst that started to crawl up my dry throat assailed my system. My stomach gurgled.
God, I feel rough. I needed food and my mixture, followed by a long, hot shower.
Rolling my head in a circle, I listened to the small pops of tense muscles as I walked to the head of the bed and reached behind the pillows for my sword. My hand met the mattress. My heart stopped. I threw the pillow aside.
Where the hell is my sword?
A strange reckoning tickled below the surface of my skin as my gaze tripped over the room. Something isn’t right.
I walked around my bed to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black jogging pants. My focus landed on my sheathed sword, which leant against the white wall behind the bedside table. I slipped into the garment and grabbed my sword, unsheathing the blade as I tiptoed to my bedroom door.
The leather sheath got tossed on my messy bed and the door eased open. Daylight flooded through the slim stairwell window, lighting up the narrow, cream-coloured hallway.
I walked over to the next door and opened it gently; the familiar smell of my Grandmother’s musky perfume hit me as I stepped into the room. I lowered my sword since no one stood there, but my feet refused to move. Her furniture sat where the pieces always had been. The purple bedding laid neatly, not a crease in sight. A layer of dust covered her bedside table. The faintest trace of her scent still lingered. A ball of grief swelled in my chest, lodging tightly between my throat and heart.
I hadn’t taken a single step in here for over a month. She would have wanted me to clean, to open the window and air out the room, but I honestly couldn’t bear the thought of dusting her away just yet.
I backed out of the room and shut the door, letting out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.
I’m finally going crazy. Somehow, I got myself home; it doesn’t really matter how. Maybe I came in, sorted myself out, and then passed out in bed? I must have. What other explanation could there be?
With a sigh, I walked across the landing to the bathroom door. The throb in my temples increased. My muscles felt tighter than a bowstring. A shower and something to eat and drink; these should do the trick. Then maybe my brain would decide to start working, and I could fill in the blanks.
The scent of wet dog flew into my face once across the bathroom threshold. My clothes from last night sat in a shredded pile on the black marble floor, along with my set of daggers. The first aid kit lay open in the sink.
A deep inhale revealed more; combined with the smell of dog, the bathroom held traces of blood. My blood.
I stepped into the room and peered into the waste-bin to see a large amount of dried, red cotton wool.
“I don’t remember doing this.” My eyes bugged at the mess.
Surely, I would remember doing this? Why the hell do I smell dog? Another inhale. And pine?
Something really didn’t feel right. I had never been so bad that I couldn’t remember what had happened on a hunt, and by the looks of things, I’d been in real bad shape.
Back into the hall and to creep quietly down the stairs. The odour of dog grew with each step, the smell of coffee and bacon gradually joining in. My stomach clenched at the familiarity of walking down these stairs every morning to find my grandmother happily cooking breakfast in our kitchen. Minus the smell of animal, though.
I couldn’t believe she’d died almost six weeks ago. God, I miss her.
As I stepped into the lower hall, a glance out of the side window showed my black Range Rover sitting in front of the house, between the front door/porch and the closed, wrought iron security gate. A long, silver scratch marred the paintwork on the bonnet. Antonio’s face flashed through my mind.
I remembered stumbling back to the car to find him there, waiting for me. The bastard had dragged his filthy claw along my Rover. That son-of-a-bitch!
I killed him, though. I think. He lunged and . . . . I looked down at my left arm. Two pale lines slashed across my skin. He’d stumbled and caught me on the arm, but I got him in the neck . . . .
The sudden sound of rustling paper snapped me from my thoughts. Tension grabbed me, the awareness crackling beneath the surface of my skin.
Someone is in my house.
Stepping through the open living room door, a new scent invaded my nostrils. Tangy, manufactured, like expensive cologne. An unfamiliar, black travel bag sat tucked away between the red leather sofa and the TV stand. The papers rustled again. I moved lightly toward the archway that lead into the dining room, my sword still gripped comfortably in my right hand.
“Your breakfast is getting cold, Heather. I suggest you stop trying to sneak in here and just come in so that we can get this over and done with,” said the deep male voice of whoever was in my kitchen.
What the hell is going on? Who is he? Why is he in my house? How does he know my name? And why the hell has he cooked me breakfast?
I took a deep breath, and then exhaled before slowly walking through the archway into the empty dining room. When I turned my head to the left, I saw a strange man seated at my kitchen breakfast bar. He sat casually, in jeans and a forest green T-shirt that clung to his broad, sculpted back and defined biceps. The sun flooded into the kitchen through the side window and glinted off his copper-blond hair, which brushed his shoulders.
“Are you going to come into the room or stand there drooling all day?” He turned a page of his newspaper. I couldn't place his accent, nor the sleepy twang that couldn't quite form at the edge of his words.
I inhaled again; nothing new amongst the scent of dog, pine, bacon, and coffee, which meant he wasn’t a Vampire. Leeches smelled like mouldy, wet earth; not an overpowering smell, but hidden underneath the products they wore. Not that a Vampire could get in here, anyway. They could only come in with a personal invite, and since they all wanted me dead . . . . No matter what state I’d been in last night, I wouldn’t have invited one in. So, who the hell is this guy?
I walked toward him, my sword glinting in the sunlight, the hilt gripped firmly in both hands. “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?” I stopped three feet behind him.
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Wrong answer.” The tip of my sword found the firm space between his shoulder blades. “I said, who the hell are you and what—”
“Killing me isn’t going to help.” He turned another page of his paper.
“I disagree. I think killing the stranger who broke into my house is a very good idea.”
“I did not break in,” he replied calmly. “My name is Brendan Daniels and I’m actually here to help you.”
I snorted. “Like I believe that.”
“It’s the truth. Besides, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would have. I also wouldn’t have left your weapons with you.”
“Well, you’re obviously an eejit.”
He laughed. “You have serious trust issues.”
“Trust issues? Says the complete stranger who broke into my house and—”
“I used your house keys. They were in your jacket pocket,” he said. “And yes, trust issues, says the stranger. The stranger who promises he isn’t here to hurt you.”
“Just because you say you’re not here to hurt me doesn’t mean it’s the truth.”
“True. But why go to the trouble of killing you when I could have left you lying in the car park the other night and let the seven greedy Leeches looking for you find you and bleed you dry?”
My stomach turned as memories of my outing slammed clearly into my brain. I had walked into a trap, so set on finding Carlson that the need to kill the bastard once and for all had blocked all sense and reason. Twelve lower generation Vampires had been waiting on the rooftops surrounding the loading bay. Carlson and Antonio wouldn’t stop talking, so I backed out of the area, and that’s when I saw them all. Their blood-red eyes watched my every move as their mouths hung wide, displaying their fangs.
“I have waited so long for this moment,” Carlson had said.
So had I.
My grandmother never told me where to find him. She wouldn’t let me kill him even though he deserved my sword through his neck more than any other Vampire.
They obviously found out Gran had died and simply waited for me to come out and play. I went, and they had been waiting for me, and like some amateur, I walked right into their trap. I killed two Vampires in order to get out of the loading bay, and then I had the other ten, along with Carlson and Antonio, chasing me through the dark and empty back streets of London. I tried to lead them somewhere humans wouldn’t find us; much good it did me.
But none of that explained who this guy was or why the hell he’d made himself at home in my kitchen.
“So you were there?”
“That much is obvious. Who do you think brought you home?”
“How did you even know where I live?”
“You have sat-nav in your Rover. And, like I said, I’m here to help.” He slid off the stool; the tip of my sword grazed his green T-shirt.
I clenched my teeth. “Why help me? You don’t even know me.”
He finally turned to face me. He’d pulled back his copper-blond hair, allowing me to see his face fully. A broad nose accompanied by high cheekbones and a tall forehead set off the deepest green eyes I’d ever seen. A fine layer of copper stubble outlined his square jaw and surrounded thick, peach lips.
His emerald eyes sparkled as I met his gaze.
“True, but I helped you because I thought it would be in your best interest to get you back to the safety of your own house.”
He thought it would be in my best interest? Who the hell does this guy think he is, a knight in shining armour? He looks like a friggin’ Ken doll, for Christ’s sake, and . . . . Wait a damn minute. “Seven Vampires?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Before, you said seven Vampires? There were twelve left.”
“Well, you eventually killed the Italian one before collapsing in front of your car, leaving eleven. The blond one who couldn’t decide whether he wanted to eat you or screw you—”
“Carlson.” I shuddered at the memory of him pinning my body to the rough concrete road. His thighs clamped my legs shut as he lapped at the blood trickling down my forehead . . . .
“Well, turns out he, as well as three of the others, actually needed their heads to fight back, but the rest of them ran off, and since my priority is you—”
“You’re the one who knocked Carlson off me?”
Memories exploded and rolled around my mind like storm clouds. Carlson had slid his talons into my waist, knocking me to the pavement and causing me to cut my forehead. He had pinned me between the ground and his growing erection while he demanded I beg him to change me. A few cheap insults and shoving some silver in his ribcage was enough to piss him off—as if I would want to be blood-bonded to the bastard who’d helped destroy my mother and father. On my refusal, he’d bared his fangs; about to feed from me...then the next thing I knew, he was gone. Once I got to my feet, I saw four decomposing bodies on the ground, only yards away from where I, myself, had almost bled to death.
“Yes.” He picked up a glass of orange juice and took a mouthful.
“Carlson is dead?”
He gulped. “Well, last time I checked, decapitation usually does the trick. So, yeah.”
A strange relief flooded me. My hands began to tremble. I tightened my grip, trying to keep a firm hold on my sword. “Are you a hundred and ten percent sure he’s dead?”
“A hundred and forty-six percent sure.”
I couldn’t believe it. Carlson, dead. Well, in the sense that he wouldn’t be prowling the streets or feeding ever again. He was actually gone. I suddenly didn’t know whether to hug this strange man, or kill him for taking away my opportunity to kill the monster that’d infected my mother. “Why did you kill him?”
He laughed. “Well, I was considering letting him and the rest of his friends eat you, but then that wouldn’t have made me a very good guardian, now, would it?”



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Author Interview:

Thank you so much for having me over today, Lynn. It is a pleasure to be here.

1. When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I had always kept scrap books and kept quotes and segments of poems and stories I enjoyed, and as a young teenager I had a fan fiction site for one of my fave bands. So, the interest has always been there, but when I was eighteen I started writing scripts - mainly because I was studying musical theatre - and then after a while I started sending them to theatre groups, but I had no luck. A friend of mine suggested I try writing a book as I would probably enjoy it more, and the detail - background info etc - I was putting in scripts might not necessarily be seen. So, I was nineteen and a half when I decided to write - and wrote/finished - a book

2. How long does it take you to write a book?

This is actually a tricky question. It depends on the length of the story and how much time I have every day/week to concentrate on it.

Recently, it is taking longer because of events going on in my personal life, but going off past work I will say it has taken anything from a month to nine months to write a story.

3. What do you think makes a great story?

I think there are a few factors. Uniqueness - or shall we say a story that stands out because it is outside of the "box" - and imagination play a great deal in making a great story. A world and characters that are so well built and presented that they are crystal clear in the readers mind, but there is also room for the readers to expand their own imagination. So a healthy balance of details.

A story that can make you feel, one that has a message that you can understand, a point, a lesson, and characters you can connect with on a deeper level.

Yes, fiction is escapism. It is a doorway between reality and fantasy, and one that we all need, but I think if you can read a story and come away thoughtful or happy, hopeful, whatever you may feel. I think that's the making to a great story; to make an impact on the reader; so they don't forget those characters or that world.

A great story is one that stays with you after it's finished.

4. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

It depends what is going on and if I have a release coming up etc.

Right now, I'm just finishing guest posts and interviews for my Blood Series book tour, and for the one that Read Between the Lines Tours will be doing across the first two weeks of September. Yes, this will be a month long party. ;)

Once I have finished all the promotional side for this release, I will start planning book 2 in the Blood Series. Once this next month is over and everything calms down a little I'm going to start writing the book. So, my schedule is going to go from busy and having tons to do to my focus being on the one project, which will still be time consuming, but a lot calmer.

5. How do you balance family and writing?

I don't have a great balance, but that is simply because my family are spread out around the UK. So, I don't get to see them all as much as I'd like to, but every couple of months I will take a few days off at a time to go and visit them. Other family members live nearby and I tend to see them at least twice a week.

As for writing, I just write at every opportunity I can get.

6. Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Mostly dreams, and on an odd occasion it could be due to a random conversation I'm having a silly thought that pops into my head.

For example the idea behind my Blood Series came to me at around 6am one winter morning. I was stood waiting for the bus. It was dark. There was no one else about, and I'm looking over the road at the roof of a college. It's so dark and there are no lights so the building itself was just like a big black block, and I'm staring at this roof and I find myself asking, "what the hell would you do if there was a Werewolf sitting up there, starring at you? No one is around. You could scream. You could run, but would anyone make it to you before the Werewolf gets you?"

And that was that, slowly the story for Cranberry Blood (Blood Series: Book One) began to sow itself together.

Two years later I'm sitting on a bus listening to Nickleback's: Follow You Home, and I see the Alphas son watching a stripper who just so happens to be one of his fellow Pack members and a female he has known since childhood. . . and that was how the story for She-Wolf (Blood Series Prequel) started.

You can read more about how I came up with the idea for the series at Author, Kiru Taye's blog: http://kirutayewrites.blogspot.co.uk/

But yeah, I'd say dreams and day dreaming, and really random thoughts are how I come up with stories.

7. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your book/s?
That I was actually capable of writing and finishing a story. Ha. I think when you want to write and you start off you tend to question yourself a lot; your ability to write, your imagination, you question whether you will have enough juice to get to "the end."

And I did. Still do, which is always nice to know. ;-P

8. How many books have you written? Which is your favourite?

I have written 8 books in the last three years. I've had the rights back for four of them for various reasons, and so have - and will be - self-publishing them all.

I enjoyed writing each book, and I love the characters and the stories, but Cranberry Blood (Blood Series: Book One) has a special place in my heart because it was the first story I wrote. The version that will be released on August 25th isn't the original version that I wrote in 2009, but it is the first story I ever wrote; it's my baby.

9. Are your characters based on anyone you know?

No, none of my characters are based on people I know, but when I get stuck for names I usually pinched the names off of people I know.

10. Do you have a favourite place you love to write?

Unfortunately no, my computer is currently in the corner or my bedroom, which I'm not overly happy about, but when I moved, well this house I'm in is a lot smaller and even though a lot of furniture etc. was given away a lot was still brought with me and it has taken a lot of room up. I had my own office in my old house, and I kinda miss that. I find that having that space makes a world of difference for concentration etc.

Clearly I need to move to a bigger house, or build myself an office, lol!

11. How hard is it to get published?

It all depends on which route you take. When I started submitting my work I did go down the road of sending manuscripts to agents, but I had no luck. Then I started looking at online publishers, but it still took a good year if not longer for someone to accept my manuscripts. All in all I think a handful of my books were rejected about 50+ times.

I have found that online publishers are willing to take more of a chance on stories/authors who write outside the stereotypical box. So anyone who mixes genres up, or takes a bit of a risk with their topics. The reason for this, or at least I believe this to be the case, is with e-publishing you can afford to take a risk on out of the box stories, because you are producing a downloadable file, which you won't really lose a lot of money from. Whereas with the old fashion route; agents, publishers, paperback etc. there is a greater chance of money being lost, because you have spent money to create a book; the cover, the binding, printing so many copies, and advancements have been sent out. It's a much bigger risk.

So, I'd say it is fairly difficult to get published if you're going the normal route. You have a better chance going with e-publishing, but then again, self-publishing is becoming popular, and in complete honesty it takes the difficulty away.

I don't mean in the sense of it is easy to self-publish; it isn't, especially if you do it correctly. It costs money; you hire an editor, cover artist, unless you are self-sufficient and are happy and confident to do your own edits and create your own cover, which a lot of people are.

Self-publishing has made it easy for people who want to write and who believe in their stories to put them out there without someone telling them there story is no good or won't sell, or doesn't fit in to what they are looking for. As a self-published author you are completely in charge of your work from the beginning right until the end, which is what is most appealing about being self-published. Your work is yours to do what you feel is right.

I myself have tried all routes. I have had work published with e-publishers, and after three years feel that I have more knowledge than I did when I started, which is why I have gone in to self-publishing.

No matter what, you have to be persistent. Whatever route you feel you should go you should do it and believe in yourself and your work. Do what feels right for you.

12. What do your family and friends think about your books?

All my friends and family know that I am a writer and that I have had my work published. Some of them know what I write, some of them don't. None of them have actually read any of my books, though. Or at least, I'm unaware if they have.

I wouldn't ask, or push them to unless they really wanted to read any of my books, but they all think it's very cool that I am doing what I love.

13. What do you like to do when you are not writing?

I love to read or watch films. I'm a big film addict. I have a weakness for The Sims, although it has been a long time since I played on it. Otherwise, I tend to be in the garden a lot. I find it very therapeutic to pull weeds and plant seeds, lol.

14. Do you have any suggestions to help aspiring writers better themselves and their craft? If so, what are they?

You can learn a lot by reading. There is always room for improvement. Your voice and the way you write will change as you progress. You will always doubt yourself and your stories, we all do, but no matter what if you need to write and you love your ideas, just keep going with it. Readers will see your stories in a way you won't.

Write. Just keep writing. If you get stuck with a story take a break, if a week rolls by and you don't feel any clearer than go back and read through it all and try and push forward. Procrastination is an author's enemy as well as reality. Life can really dampen your creative flame, but it will never kill it, so don't panic when you go through periods of blankness. Your imagination won't disappear.

15. As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

From the age of four to about eighteen I actually wanted to be an actress. I still find I have that want every now and again, especially when I see a TV programme, film, or play that I really love. I find myself sitting there and thinking, "wow, I'd love to be a part of that."

16. What are your favourite books and which authors inspire you?

I wasn't a bigger readers as a child. Not in the sense that I was constantly reading, or even going through a couple of books a week. I know, that must seem so terrible with me being an author, but it wasn't until a friend of mine introduced me to Patricia Brigg's: Mercy Thomas Series, and Ilona Andrews: Kate Daniels Series that I started to really enjoy reading, and read regularly. So clearly, I wasn't reading the right books when I was younger, because as soon as I read the first few books in both these series, well, I couldn't stop. Every book anyone mentioned to me I would buy and read.

I haven't got tons of authors on my bookshelf, but I do have a lot on my kindle (lol) but the authors who I tend to follow, and will basically buy anything they write are as follows:

Ilona Andrews, Patricia Briggs, Kelley Armstrong, Lara Adrian, Meljean Brook, Marie Treanor, Gena Showalter, Jill Myles, Av a Gray, Moria Rogers, and Kit Rocha.

Meljean Brook's: The Iron Duke is definitely one of my fave books. I love the Iron Seas Series, I think the world building is amazing and I remember reading her post of how she built this world and I was blown away. They are just brilliant stories; action, adventure, romance, and an alternate steampunk history. Fabulous.

Since becoming a published author my world has been expanded and I have been introduced to many other fabulous authors and their work.

One particular author who I met two months after my debut novella, and whom I have become very good friends with over the last three years is Dianna Hardy.

The first book I ever read of hers - and it was way before we started speaking properly - was her short story, 'Til Death Do Us Part, her retelling of the Little Mermaid, got me hooked on her writing. She kept the story very close to the original; beautiful, tragic, heartfelt, and hopeful. On top of that, her voice held me captivated.

Dianna is a self-published author - and as I said and I know you may find me bias, but we have become good friends over the last three years - I have had the pleasure of reading all her books, and as a reader I love her stories, and as an author I admire her greatly.

And I have to say after beta reading her latest release, The Spell of Summer (Book 1: Once Times Thrice) well, that book had me in tears. It's beautiful, raw, heartfelt, and so close to home. It's a fab story and will definitely be one that will stay with me.

17. For an aspiring writer what do you feel are certain do's and don’ts for getting their material published?

Do: edit your manuscript a couple of times before submitting.
Do: send it to a critique partner, if you can. Ask a friend, or join a writer circle.
Do: listen to constructive criticism. It is given to help you.
Do: keep writing no matter what anyone says. If you love writing, if you enjoy it, never give it up.
Do: enjoy writing. If you get stressed, take a break. Writing, although frustrating at time, is to be enjoyed.
Do: have patience. It's hard, I know, but hang in there. Someone will love your book as much as you do and they will publish it.
Don't: submit your manuscript if you haven't edited it. It will go against you.
Don't: let rejections or constructive criticism get to you. If someone doesn't want your book, listen to their reason especially if it is constructive criticism. Look over your manuscript again, and then try somewhere else.
Don't: make any changes to your manuscript if you truly want to keep that scene, topic, or character in there.
Don't: get an ego. Yes, you have written a book. Yes, that book has been accepted and published, it is a big deal, but the work doesn't stop after that book has been published. Being an author is 30% writing, 70% promotion. The best promotion is to keep writing and publishing.
Don't: decide to write for money. This isn't a job for making a big income - or at least not straight away. This is a passion. This is a need to write, and a want to share your stories. Enjoy the process. Enjoy creating. In time you may get a good income, but it will take time.

Most importantly, always believe in yourself and your work. You can be anything you want to be. Do anything you want to do, and achieve anything if you put your mind to it. So believe.

18. What are you working on now?

I'm about to re-release my urban fantasy/paranormal romance series, Blood Series.

Cranberry Blood (Blood Series: Book One) along with its prequel She-Wolf were originally published in 2011 and 2012, but after the publisher closed down and I received my rights back, I decided to self-publish the books and all that follow.

So, She-Wolf & Cranberry Blood will be re-released on August 25th. Once both these books are released I have decided that my focus will strictly be on this series. So I will be working on the long awaited book 2 - currently untitled - which I hope to publish in Summer 2015, and a novella that takes between book 1 & 2 - currently untitled - which I hope to publisher in Winter 2015.

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Thank you for having me over today and thank you to all of you for stopping by. If you would be interested in winning a set of e-books: 1 e-copy of She-Wolf & 1 e-copy of Cranberry Blood - or maybe an exclusive red glitter wine glass and made for this series wine charm with 2 x signed cover flats, then please do leave an entry on the rafflecopter. J

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Author Bio:



Elizabeth Morgan is a multi-published author of urban fantasy, paranormal, erotic horror, f/f, and contemporary; all with a degree of romance, a dose of action and a hit of sarcasm, sizzle or blood, but you can be sure that no matter what the genre, Elizabeth always manages to give a unique and often humorous spin to her stories.

Like her tagline says; A pick ‘n’ mix genre author. “I’m not greedy. I just like variety.”

And that she does, author of erotic ménage horror, Creak, paranormal erotic horror and UK, US & Australian Amazon best seller (Gay/Lesbian, Fiction, Lesbian), On the Rocks, erotic romance, US, UK & Spanish Amazon bestseller (Erotica Short Story) Truth or Dare? And sweet contemporary romance, UK & US Amazon bestseller (British/Drama & Plays) Stepping Stones.

She also has her hand in self-publishing. Look out for more information on her upcoming releases at her website: www.e-morgan.com

Away from the computer, Elizabeth can be found in the garden trying hard not to kill her plants, dancing around her little cottage with the radio on while she cleans, watching movies or good television programmes – Dr Who? Atlantis? The Musketeers? Heck, yes! – Or curled up with her two cats reading a book.

For more information on Elizabeth's work, published and upcoming, head on over to her site:

Website: www.e-morgan.com
Twitter: @EMorgan2010
Blog: (Shared with Dianna Hardy): http://notjustastiffupperlip.blogspot.co.uk/


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Blood Series Blog Tour

August
18th - Bex 'n' Books:- http://bexnbooks.blogspot.com
19th - All Things Romance: http://lynnareynolds.wordpress.com
20th - Dianna Hardy: http://www.diannahardy.com
21st - Mina Carter: http://mina-carter.com/blog/
22nd - Jens Reading Obsession: http://jensreadingobsession.wordpress.com/
24th - Book Reviews by Lynn: http://bookreviewsbylynn.blogspot.co.uk/

25th - Release Day: 
29th - Evocative Book Reviews: http://evocativebookreviews.com
30th - Lucy Felthouse: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/
31st - Ms. ME28 Reviews: http://msme28reviews.blogspot.com