Monday, November 28, 2016

Captured by Christmas

Captured by Christmas: A Christmas Anthology
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Snowbound by Lynn Crandall
The Mistletoe Effect by Lainee Cole
Release Date: December 5, 2016
It’s Christmas, and the season of holly, Christmas trees, and goodwill is drifting on air in merry holiday wishes. Romantic suspense and paranormal author Lynn Crandall and contemporary author Lainee Cole present in their own way two stories of love in Captured by Christmas. However it finds you—under a Christmas tree or drifted in snow in a backwoods cabin—the spirit of the season will wrap you in love. In Snowbound, Lynn Crandall lets readers check in on favorite Fierce Hearts series were-lynx characters Kennedy Mitchell and Asher Monroe as they uncover the identity of the creature scaring the humans in Octavia, a small rural community in northern Michigan. Plans for an intimate getaway and family-style holiday are crumbling as the snow piles higher and Kennedy and Asher find themselves snowbound with a killer outside their door. In The Mistletoe Effect, Christmas is second-grade teacher Tess McCall’s least favorite holiday, but she’s doing her best not to let it show. Learning he’s a father to seven-year-old Holly makes Alex Randle anxious about the upcoming holidays. When Tess’s class starts reading to shelter dogs, Holly and the antics of shelter dog Mistletoe lead them all to rediscover the magic of Christmas.
Snowbound: Kennedy glanced out the window and noticed the closer they came to Octavia, the deeper the December snow piled. “It is pretty here. There are so many tall pines and, dotted with snow, they feel Christmassy.”
“I think you’ll get the Christmas you want this year, complete with a rustic cabin in the woods and lots of snow.” Asher squinted as the early morning sun they’d left in Laurelwood drifted low in the mid-morning sky.
“I can’t wait to decorate the cabin. I hope the rest of the colony coming later remembers to bring all the decorations.” Images of a real, family Christmas had been dancing in her head for weeks. At twenty-four, she was more than due.
Asher glanced at her slyly. “But since they won’t arrive for a couple days, we’ll have that alone time I was talking about.”
Kennedy fisted him in his bicep. “Stop teasing.”
“Oww. That hurt.”
“Poor baby.” Kennedy blew him a kiss. “That will have to do until later.” She ran her fingers through his tousled blonde hair, enjoying the silky feel of it.
“We could stop at the cabin first, you know. We’re making good time.” Asher swept his finger playfully down her nose.
“Tempting, but no. I need to get to the rescue facility and set up.”
“Hang on!” Asher yelled.
At that moment, Kennedy saw what he saw ahead. A very large lynx, speeding out of the snowy forest on her left and into the road. “Holy shit! Don’t hit him!”
Asher slammed on the brakes and the car swayed in the snow-packed road.
“He’s staring at us.” Kennedy’s pulse raced at their near miss. The lynx’s eyes glistened, fastened on her. “Why did he stop in the road?” She couldn’t believe her eyes.
Asher worked to stop the car while swerving, but just as suddenly as it appeared, the huge lynx ran the few steps off the road and quickly disappeared into the forest on the opposing side.
Kennedy watched silently as Asher brought the car to a complete stop just short of a snowdrift along the side of the road. She blew out a long breath. “Geez, that was close.”
Asher reached over the console and hugged her. “Are you all right? That was harried for a minute.”
His arms around her were warm and assuring. It was the gesture that brought tears. She’d been raised to disconnect from emotions and taking care of herself was mandatory, something she’d done from a young age. She prided herself on her strength. But the coldness of the past would always be a part of her, and a caring touch now resonated through her at a deep level of appreciation. She’d stopped resisting tenderness, and her vigilance for the other shoe dropping had diminished, too.
“I’m fine. How are you?” she asked, pulling away. He was what she expected. Asher, unflustered but a seething. “I never saw that guy coming. I’m glad I didn’t hit him.”
“Have you ever seen such a large lynx before?” A visual of a very real, huge lynx hovered in her mind.
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Yeah. Marcus Blue. Killer Marcus.” Kennedy shivered at the thought of the rogue were-lynx who’d been a menace to the colony and a killer. Casey and Michelle, Booker, Lara, Conrad, Asia, Quinn, and Tizzy—each one in the colony, including her and Asher, had suffered under Marcus’s malice.
The Mistletoe Effect: Alex snapped his fingers. That was it! Tess McCall could be the answer to all his problems! He approached her. “I have a huge favor to ask.” Tess watched him cautiously. “Okay…” “Holly wants to adopt Mistletoe.” She smiled, and he felt the brilliance warm his soul. “That’s great! They seem devoted to each other. Mistletoe goes straight to her every time they come to class.” “I don’t know anything about dogs. I need to learn but I want this to be for Christmas.” She crossed her arms. “So what do you want me to do?” “I’d like you to keep Mistletoe until Christmas. Maybe pretend you adopted her. I’d like Holly to learn how to care for a dog, well, and me, too. Maybe we could come help feed her, walk her. I don’t know, just spend some time with her, getting used to her.” Tess studied him. She seemed to do that a lot. Did she find him lacking somehow? Mike had admitted she was reluctant to help him, but had agreed to for Holly’s sake. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked her to help with this. Maybe that was overstepping the bounds of what she was willing to do for them. “I’ll think about it.” Relief rushed through him. “I don’t want to lose Mistletoe. I’ll talk to Mrs. Shull and let her know.” “I haven’t agreed to it yet.” Alex smiled, unable to stop the words before they rushed out. “No, but you will. You care about Holly.”
Lynn Crandall lives in the Midwest and writes in the company of her cat. She has been a reader and a writer all her life. Her background is in journalism, but whether writing a magazine or newspaper story or creating a romance, she loves the power stories hold to transport, inspire, and uplift. In her romances, she focuses on vulnerable, embraceable characters who don't back down.
Lainee Cole’s love affair with books began when she was young, and her mother encouraged her love of reading. By the time she was in seventh grade, Lainee was making up her own stories and poems, exploring various styles of writing. Ah, the drama of junior high. She wouldn't go back to those days for anything! But reading voraciously and exploring different types of writing led her to romances. She loves the challenge of writing romance, developing characters and figuring out what makes them tick. They often take on a life of their own, surprising and annoying her. But they also give her hope and inspire her to follow her dreams. Lainee strives to write stories that will make readers laugh and cry, give them hope, and encourage them to believe in the power of love.
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Ghost Witching

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Book Description:

Seeing ghosts should make solving homicides easy, right? Not even close.

 When detectives Maggie York and Josh Brandt catch a new murder investigation involving occult rituals, ghosts, and venomous snakes, it seems like a case that could only happen in New Orleans. Not only does the victim's ghost demand Maggie's attention, but three apparitions begin appearing to her…sending the detectives on a search for more bodies. They soon discover the ghostly trio has links to the Witching Hour Society, an organization of self-declared witches with far more going on behind the scenes. Meanwhile, a neighbor believes the victim killed his family with a curse, and the media eagerly sensationalizes the entire story.

 Making things worse, Maggie and Josh have hit a rough spot in their personal relationship. The tension between them is already high when Josh's ex-fiancĂ©e arrives in town…and wants him back.

Soon the violence is escalating, the ghosts grow more aggressive, and the deeper Maggie and Josh dig, the stranger things get. Welcome to murder New Orleans’ style.

Excerpt:

Stopping abruptly on the front door threshold, Maggie swept her gaze across the living room of the Garden District Victorian home, taking in the body of the matronly female victim and the carcass of the presumed killer sprawled on the polished floor. She drew in a shallow breath and placed one hand on the door frame, letting the eerie feel of the scene roll over her. It happened every time. She used to wonder why—before she knew her family origins. Now she just accepted it.

Her partner, New Orleans homicide detective Joshua Brandt and currently estranged lover, moved past her, no doubt welcoming the coolness of the air-conditioning. Unhampered by the strange sensations she experienced, he squatted next to the body.

Maggie closed the door, leaving the humid August heat outside, and circled to the far side of the victim. She noted, discarded, or filed away each detail, searching for the ones that would eventually lead them to a human predator.

Interesting scene, to say the least. Two sets of reddened punctures, one on the victim’s neck, the other on the left cheek. But no blood, only a faint odor of death thanks to the hard-working AC. Pleasant features—or would have been if the eyes weren’t wide open and fixed in a vacant stare—a few extra pounds but not excessive, hints of gray at the temples and roots of her short brunette hair. She’d been due for a touchup. A modern grandmother in faded jeans and a white shirt hanging open over a pale blue tank top.

“Valerie Preston, age sixty-one,” said the older of the two patrol cops who’d found the body. He checked his palm-sized notebook. “Lived alone. Widow of real estate businessman, Clive Preston, who’s been dead five years or more. Neighbor last saw her yesterday afternoon about five bringing home groceries.” He put his notes in his shirt pocket. “Looks like the snake killed her.”

“Maybe.” Josh learned forward to inspect the bite marks, and a shock of dark hair fell over his forehead. Maggie’s attention drifted to his strong profile, the sculpted cheekbones, the full black lashes. He hadn’t shaved this morning, and she imagined the dark bristles scraping softly across her skin. Whoa, girl. Another example of why they needed to step back from their relationship. They’d grown too close, too intense, placing their on-the-job partnership at risk.

A week ago, Josh had played the alpha male, stepping into a situation she could have handled, and it had nearly gotten him killed. They’d argued for days, and yesterday—after living with him the past four months—she’d moved back to her own apartment. Ostensibly to think it over, reassess. But Maggie wasn’t sure what would happen to them next. In spite of their casual, matter-of-fact conversation since he’d picked her up at her apartment a half hour ago, raw tension simmered under the surface.


The tightening of Josh’s jaw muscle, as it did when he held back strong emotion, sharpened her focus back to the scene…where it belonged. He looked up at the two patrolmen. “Hard way to die. Who shot the snake?”

Bio:

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

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Shadows by MJ Fields

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From USA Today Bestselling author, MJ Fields, comes a gripping story about finding strength through love.

Shadows: The Time To Hunt And Play Is Over.

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Blurb
(Shadows is a military romance, and can be read as a standalone.)

All my life when I have been told I couldn’t do something; I have fought to prove them wrong.
When I have been told I have to comply, mold, kneel to authority, it has been a struggle.
Men like me don’t kneel to anyone, it is not in us to submit and if we give off the false pretense that we are, you can bet your ass it’s for our betterment or something bigger than us as an individual.
Sweet, sexy, Mary Ward, my Little Lamb, has been deemed off limits to me.
For months, I have caged my desire and fought back the need to capture my prey. I have watched her fight her own desire, mask her confusion, and listen to the words she says yet doesn’t mean trying to keep me away.
I have studied her. I know who she is and what she is running from.
I know what makes her the way she is, and I will show her how to leave behind the false protection of the flock she surrounds herself with and surrender to the wolf waiting patiently in the Shadows.
The time to hunt, and play is over.
I will dominate her and break her down. I will to slaughter the lamb and she will never submit to anyone, but me.

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Excerpt
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In my head, I am screaming, I won’t! Inside, I’m screaming, I can’t! I know this is wrong, so wrong.
“You’re trembling,” he says in a thick, deep voice as he kisses and licks down my neck. “Tell me to stop, Little Lamb.” He strokes his tongue back up to my ear then taunts, “Tell me to stop.”
I know I should stop this, but I can’t. I don’t want him to stop, and it’s wrong, but it feels so right. As much as I know my relationship with Joe will never hold the passion you see in a movie or read in a book, it is safe.
Shadows is anything but safe.
Lieutenant Shadows, whose name is a complete contradiction to this larger than life man. The man whose presence and persona mock the name he was born with leaves tomorrow for an unknown amount of time, to an undisclosed location. I may never see him again. I may not feel the electricity or energy he causes to surge through my body, wreaking havoc on my emotions and me physically. I am not sure if I am afraid of that feeling or crave it.
I close my eyes tightly, my chest aching at the thought. It has only been months that I have known him, yet the thought of him not being here, being near, kills me. I need an answer, dammit. I need it so badly, and I don’t know why.
“Don’t stop,” I say.


Excerpt
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He reaches over with the bullet in his hand and places it between my legs, not yet touching my most intimate parts.
“Tell me,” he demands as he reaches between his legs and grips his cock. He strokes himself up then down, up then down.
“I hate this. I hate stroking myself when I lie in bed at night, imagining you lying next to me, unable to take any more of my cock. I imagine your pussy bruised,” he groans out, continuing his slow, harsh strokes up and down. “I tried so fucking hard not to fuck you for months now. I’ve fucked other women while thinking about how tight your pussy would feel wrapped around my cock as I slaughtered you. I thought of you, Mary. Now tell me when you used this.” He stops and turns it on, holding it against my inner thigh.
I gasp, and his strokes become faster.
The look in his eyes tells me he won’t accept anything except the honest answer. My denials thus far have been lies, ones he has seen through.
I nod.
The vibrating bullet moves up as he pushes his hand up my leg. He pulls my knee toward him, spreading me as he moves it slowly up until it lands exactly where it affects me the most.
My back arches, and I bite my lower lip, stifling a cry. Then I try to close my legs, not knowing if I am trying to stop him or capture his hand.
“That’s it, Little Lamb. Show me how you want it,” he instructs, his nostrils flaring as he strokes himself faster and faster. My hips buck, and he hisses, “Fuck, yes. Get it, girl.”
“You,” I begin, trying to form a sentence while on the verge of an orgasm. “You …”
I stop trying when he applies more pressure, and I can’t stand to hold back any longer.
I cry out my release, digging my feet into the mattress and pushing up, trying to escape, but he won’t let me. He holds me in place and applies even more pressure, but this time, he moves it all around my clit, and I can’t get away. I don’t want to get away.
“Fuck yes, Little Lamb. Fuck. Yes.” He watches me with hunger and awe.
I close my eyes and arch into his touch when the next wave of pleasure rocks my body with a force that nearly batters me.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” I cry. Each yes is a higher pitch until my body literally shakes.
Needing an anchor, needing to know that what I am feeling is real and not just in my head, I seek the truth in his eyes. Only then do I realize he is no longer stroking himself


Excerpt
(Sweeter than Honey)

“I don’t want you fucking weak, Mary. I want your strength. I couldn’t keep her safe, and it fucking kills me, but it doesn’t consume me anymore. The darkness, you can hide.” I half-laugh. “I live the life I do because I can’t and won’t hide it. As far as picking someone who thinks I can fix them to spend my life with, fuck that. People don’t fix other people; they fix themselves. You and I, Mary, we are survivors. I don’t want someone who isn’t going to eventually become strong enough to be my partner.”
“Eventually become? So you view me as weak.” She crosses her arms in front of her.
“Weaker than me? Fuck yes, I do. Once you survive the slaughter—”
“That’s sick, you know!” she yells at me.
My control has officially dissipated.
“Goddammit!” I storm toward her, grab her, pull her against me, and put my mouth on her ear. “Once you have given up your delusions of being safe behind your bullshit walls—which, I will point out, Little Lamb, leaves you vulnerable, aka, the slaughter—you rebuild yourself, knowing you’re safe. Knowing you’re desired. Knowing the only man you put up a fight against is the one you need to cave to.
“No one. No. One. Will feed your desires, let you fall apart, and stand back and watch you rebuild yourself, drawing from your own unbelievable strength in the safety you’ll find here and the knowledge that, when I get home—when I come home to you—we will be fucking good, so fucking good together.”
I pull back and look in her eyes. “I see you, Mary. I showed you me. Now let’s find us together.”

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About the Author

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USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields love of writing was in full swing by age eight.
Together with her cousins, she wrote a newsletter and sold it for ten cents to family members.
She self-published her first contemporary, new adult romance in January 2013. Today she has completed seven self-published series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, The Men of Steel series, Ties of Steel series, The Rockers of Steel series and The Norfolk series.
MJ is a hybrid author and publishes an Indie book almost every month, and is signed with a traditional publisher, Loveswept, Penguin Random House, for her co- written series The Caldwell Brothers. Hendrix, Morrison, and Jagger. All three books in the series are published. The Caldwell brothers don’t grow into alphas, when their mother passes away they become her legacy, her good in the world of bad.
MJ was a former small business owner, who closed shop so she could write full time. She lives in central New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends, and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

His to Cherish

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His to Cherish by Stacey Lynn Publication Date: November 15th, 2016 Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Loveswept

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Synopsis:

Can two hearts entwined by hardship move on to form a healthy bond? From the author of His to Love and His to Protect, this tender, bittersweet romance brings together a man who loses everything—and a woman with everything to give. Chelsea Dwyer arrives home from her job at the middle-school library in Latham Hills, Michigan, expecting another quiet evening—until she hears the screams for help through her living room window. As the first witness to a terrible accident involving two local students, Chelsea doesn’t anticipate how her own life will be irrevocably changed by the father of one of the boys. In the wake of tragedy, she’s the only one who seems to understand his grief. Chelsea’s a survivor, too—and she knows that there are brighter days ahead. As a single father, Aidan Deveraux worked his entire life to provide a stable home for his son, Derrick. Without him, Aidan feels the deepest despair imaginable. The one thing that keeps him going is his connection with the woman who tried to save his son. Hard as he tries, Aidan just can’t stay away. Chelsea’s warm embrace is the comforting solace he desperately craves—and it doesn’t hurt that Aidan had noticed the beautiful librarian and wanted to ask her out for years. Now that she’s in his life, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

Excerpt:

“Talk to me.” I opened my mouth to speak before snapping it closed. Anything I had to say would make me seem like an overemotional, crazy drunk woman. I wasn’t prepared for that kind of humiliation. Thankfully I hadn’t drunk enough to make my filter disappear. “I’m just tired,”I said to satisfy him. By his scowl, he didn’t believe me. His tongue slid along his bottom lip, and I inhaled a gasp of air. I needed it. Perhaps the alcohol caused my lungs to stop working correctly. His eyes darted back and forth between mine. I frowned, wondering what he was looking for and what he saw. Did he see the insecure girl who had to continually say goodbye to everyone she loved but tried like hell to hide the emptiness that brought? “You’re always there for me.” My nose twitched. “It’s not a problem.” He nodded slowly, just once. I watched something happen in his eyes and then looked down as he fidgeted on his feet, shifting his weight. He seemed nervous, which made no sense. His hand on my chin moved slowly to the back of my neck, cupping me and bringing me closer to him. He was a breath away from me, his face so close to mine, when he roughly whispered, “But I haven’t thanked you.” “It’s not necessary—” His lips hit mine. My eyes flew open and I gasped, opening my mouth. Instantly, his tongue pressed in, circling my tongue and tasting me. Oh . . . my . . . gosh. It was like heaven and hell wrapped up in the prettiest package I could ever receive. Better than a blue box with a silver ribbon from Tiffany. He tasted better than I thought he would—clean and crisp—and I leaned in, wanting more. No, I didn’t lean in. I melted. My tongue tangled with his and a moan escaped my throat. It was that sound that had both of us snapping back to reality. He pulled away and my mouth was still open, my brain working too slowly to process what just happened, how absolutely incredible it felt . . . and the look of regret all over his face. “Shit.”Aidan’s fingers dropped from my neck and I stood on my front porch completely dumbfounded as both of his hands flew to his neck, clasping at the back. He looked up at the sky and gritted out, “Fuck.” “Aidan,”I said, reaching out for him. He dodged my touch and spun on his heels. “I gotta go.”

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Check out the other books in the series: Each can be read as a standalone

His to Protect, Book 2:

His to Love, Book 1:

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Review:

This book was one that sticks with you long after the last page is done. Poignant and full of sparks, His to Cherish will leave you sighing and wanting more.

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About the Author

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Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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