The Guardians Crown by Wendy Owens

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Today is the cover and blurb reveal for The Guardians Crown (The Guardians #5) by Wendy Owens!

The Guardians Crown is set to release on September 27, 2013. If you have not yet picked up The Guardians Series, start with the first book Sacred Bloodlines.

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Book Blurb:

Gabe is finally forced to answer the ultimate question, will he give his life to save the world? What about just to save the one he loves the most? The Guardians struggle to find another way–ideas that don’t involve Gabe’s death–to defeat Baal.

Time is running out. What will Gabe choose? What price will he pay for that choice?

About Wendy Owens

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Wendy Owens is a 34 year old author, born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. For several years she created and sold her own artwork. In 2011 she gave her true love, writing, a try. Her first novel flowed from her in only two weeks time, as though it had been fighting to get out. That moment was when she knew she had found her calling. Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might lead. Her first series, The Guardians, will be concluded with the fifth and final book in 2013.

When she’s not writing, this dog lover can be found spending time with her tech geek husband, their three amazing kids, and two pups, lovingly nicknamed stinks and chubbs. She also loves to cook and is a film fanatic.

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Jace by T.A. Grey Spotlight

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Jace

Bodyguards for Hire

Book One
T. A. Grey

Genre: Contemporary erotic romance

Publisher: Grey Ink Press

Date of Publication: Aug. 27th, 2013

Word Count: ~55,000

Cover Artist: Melody Simmons of eBookindiecovers

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Book Description:

One fateful tail-bender leaves Mara Colgen with a hard-on for Jace Mathews which is not how Mara anticipated meeting the hottest man alive. Or, rather, one crappy afternoon bodyguard Jace gets a rude awakening when some cutesy blonde rear-ends his beautiful truck. Now he’s really in for it. Mara’s pretty, funny, and has the greatest job in the world…

She is a sex toy operator.

Just those three words send Jace into a dream-like coma plagued with erotic imagery featuring the spunky sex toy operator. As luck would have it for Jace, nothing’s easy. Mara comes to him with a problem…one he cannot refuse to help her out with. Someone strange keeps calling Mara, she thinks someone’s been in her house, and worse Jace might be thinking the same thing. Mara needs help and Jace finds he’s the right man to lend a (strong) helping hand—so long as they seal the deal with more than a kiss.

Short Excerpt:

Mara Colgen slammed on the brakes but it didn’t matter. Her little VW Bug barreled into the beautifully shining black truck.

The air bag exploded, slamming her head backward and making everything all fuzzy.

“Huh?” she mumbled, blinking slowly.

A high-pitched sound rang in her ears and slowly solidified like someone turning a dial up. That ringing became her horn which was constantly wailing. A glance out of the broken windshield made her breath catch.

A tall, gorgeous, way-too-muscled-to-be-real man was reaching under her hood looking pissed off. Hot and pissed off. Why hello, gorgeous, her feminine side purred. He did something under the hood and her horn stopped blaring. Her eyes flared. He fixed it. She liked this man already. Any man who was handy with cars was handy in the bedroom, or at last that’s what she’d heard. She eyed his hand, totally not creepy, and saw no wedding band on his finger.

His eyes met hers. Yep, he was very pissed off. He looked down right violent. Then he threw open her car door and got in her face. All she saw were pretty eyes. The kind that almost looked blue but were really more gray than blue. He had a black ball cap pulled low over his eyes, a white t-shirt, jeans, and boots. And he was glaring at her.

“Ahem,” she cleared her throat. “I’m very sorry about all this. Your truck was very…nice.” She attempted a smile.

His eyes narrowed in an are-you-shitting-me look. “Lady, what the fuck’s the matter with you? How did you not see me? My truck takes up most of the damn road.” His eyes flicked down to her lap and his jaw actually snapped to the side. She could hear it crack. “Fucking texting. You little bitch, you know that’s against the law for a reason right?”

Her jaw fell open in shock but before she could respond to his name calling he threw his hand up in her face. Actually threw his hand up. In her face.

“Don’t wanna hear it, lady. Get your license and registration. I’m callin’ the cops.”

He left before she could form a reply. Only after he wasn’t in her face could she take a calm breath. “Well that didn’t go well, Mara.” She giggled a little, an involuntary response that she swore couldn’t be helped, and grabbed the necessary items he’d ordered her to get. She met him at his truck as he was getting off the phone.

“They’ll be by soon to make a report.”

“All right.”

He went back to the back of his truck, shaking his head. From his profile she noticed he had a hard, sleek jawline covered in rough stubble several days too thick, and hollowed cheek bones. He had a hard looking forehead.

He was mumbling under his breath about women drivers and texting. That’s where she had to stop him. Hot or not, he was wrong about her.

“Listen here, hot cakes, I wasn’t texting. I don’t text.”

His eyes snapped to her, looked her body up and down then he cocked a brow. “Oh yeah? Well I don’t believe that bullshit for a second.”

“I was actually on the phone,” she corrected.

He threw up his arms, shaking his head. “That’s illegal in this state, lady.”

“Oh, I’ve upgraded from bitch. Very nice.” She couldn’t help smiling at him.

His brow pinched forward. “Now is not the time for jokes. You just wrecked my rear end.”

Speaking of, her gaze fell down to his ass and verified that indeed it looked as hot as the rest of him. Mmm, mmm, good as her friends would say.

“Excuse me, did you just check out my ass?”

She made a perfect oh did I just do that? face. “Maybe.” She cocked her head, gauging his response.

He looked like he might say something, then shook his head. “If you think being cute with me is gonna get you out of this then you’re shit out of luck.” He took out his phone and started snapping pictures of the wreckage. She quickly did the same, since he just reminded her she should be doing that.

Standing next to him trying not to smile, and utterly failing, she snapped pictures for her insurance company. “So you think I’m cute?”

“What the fuck?” Shaking his head, he made some noise between laugh and disbelief. “Hand over your license and registration.”

Snickering at his cop-voice, she handed him the docs. He looked them over, paying special interest to her driver’s license. She knew what he’d find there: 5’5”, brown eyes, blonde, and a weight she refused to even think aloud. Not too shabby if she did say so herself. Which she did often while checking herself out in the mirror after a shower.

“Oh just a sec,” she said, suddenly remembering. She grabbed her business card out of her wallet and handed it to him. “Here’s my business card. Keep it. In case there’s any problems along the way. I’ll be sure to fix your truck. I really am sorry. If it helps, I’ve only been in two accidents before.”

He took the card but didn’t look at her. “Two? Lady, you make that sound like it’s not a lot.”

“It isn’t.”

“You know how many accidents I’ve caused in my life? Zero.”

“Well aren’t you fancy.” Her lips twitched again. Who knew teasing such a big, sexy man would be so much fun.

He sent her a withering glare then looked down at her card. It was a light pink with red, fancy lettering. “Mara Colgen, sex toy operator…” he said the words slowly as if not understanding them.

“Yes.” Honestly, one of her favorite parts about having her job was the reactions she got when people found out.

“You are a sex toy operator,” he said again.

“Mmhmm. Sure am.” Another winning smile. He didn’t even lift his gaze from the card.

“Tell me darlin’ what does that actually mean?”

Oh, now she was darlin’? Oh how her position had moved up in the world. She was bitch only five minutes ago. “Well, as you can see from that card I work at Aphrodite’s Love and we are one of the biggest designers and distributers of adult sex toys. I’m a tester. I also help the production team tweak designs and things like that.”

“You…” he scratched the back of his head, flicked his gaze down her body again, then continued in that slow, measured way. “Your job is to try out sex toys for a living?”

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About the Author:

I love to write the kind of stories that will keep you up late at night and make your heart pound. It’s my goal to make each new book better, more exciting, and more action-packed to keep thrilling you. I’m always trying to push the boundaries with my imagination, and yours, to create something new and different.

Open up one of my novels and you will find hot, erotic stories that will make you laugh out loud, cry, and fly through the pages. I write addictive love stories and I hope you like them.

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A Broken Fate by Cat Mann Release Day Blitz

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Title: A Broken Fate (A Beautiful Fate Series #2)

Author: Cat Mann

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Book Description:

Coping with the traumatic experiences Ava endured with the Kakos is more challenging than she ever imagined it to be. She finds herself struggling to remember the details of her time kept away with Damien Kakos and when the memories assault her mind, she is plagued with crippling fear. There is something in the back of Ava’s thoughts screaming at her, telling her that the fight with the devil’s brood has not yet ended.

Newly married, Ava and Ari deal with issues involving trust, honesty and faith in one another and as they plot their course for a new life together, they discover that their individual wants and needs don’t exactly match. Ari’s promises to Ava begin to break. Some of the Alexander’s family secrets are revealed and Ava realizes that she needs to keep her friends close, and her enemies even closer.

A Broken Fate, the second novel in The Beautiful Fate Series, dives further into Ava and Ari’s nail-bitter of a story and adds even more suspense, mystery, romance and thrills. This series is impossible for any reader to resist.

Teaser

I stood there alone for what felt like ages. I hate what I had done to my marriage. I hate who I’d become. I had isolated myself from everyone I know, from everyone who has come to love me and accept me. Misha was right. I was ungrateful, spoiled and selfish. I was going to die, this I knew. No. 7 would come for me and I would accept him. I would accept my death. My family would be the ones who would suffer, they would be the ones who would end up hurt and would cry for me. Just like they had every other time I faced death, every other time I turned away from them, lied to them and betrayed their trust.

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Ari- “You are beautiful, Ava, even in defeat.”

Ava– “I was a big, fat liar.”

About The Author

Catmann

Cat Mann has lived her entire life in central Illinois, but her interests and passions span the planet. She loves skiing, French music and working with the written language.
A self-proclaimed hermit, she is happiest at home reading, writing and scouring the far corners of the internet for new musical artists — artists she skillfully weaves into her tales of the offspring of ancient Greece. She is happily married to her amazing and awe-inspiring best friend, Derek Mann, and together they have created two beautiful daughters.
A Beautiful Fate is Cat’s first novel in The Beautiful Fate Series. The second installment of The Beautiful Fate Series, A Broken Fate, will be available summer 2013. Visit Cat on Facebook and keep up with Cat on her blog.

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Stealing Promises by Brina Courtney Cover reveal and Blurb

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Title: Stealing Promises

Author: Brina Courtney

Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

Release Date: September 26, 2013

Book Blurb:

What if love was like gasoline? Light a match and become engulfed in it’s flame.

Chase Harper is a little bit of a bad boy, but he’s good for Hannah and she knows it. Their childhood crush quickly ignites into attraction and takes over their entire lives. But when disaster strikes, what can Hannah do to keep her world from falling into the darkness? Her life could fall apart at any moment, just one match and everything goes up in the blaze.

Don’t get too close to the flame, or you’re bound to get burned.

About Brina Courtney

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Brina Courtney is a young adult author obsessed with chocolate, crime shows, and fantasy movies. She’s spent the last few years as an elementary teacher and a high school cheering coach. She lives in a small town in Pennsylvania with her husband and two very loud, small dogs.

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Love and the Goddess Amazon Free day

Touted in the press as ‘An Irish Eat, Pray, Love’ meets ‘Sex and the
City’.
Love & the Goddess
One woman, One myth, Three Goddesses
A woman’s voyage of self discovery begins on the internet leading all the way to
Brazil and onto the Andean highlands of Peru.
Devastated from her relationship break- up, Kate Canavan is at a loss until she rediscovers a hidden painting of the triple Goddess from Greek mythology. Her interest
in mythology and spirituality is re-ignited. A voyage of self discovery begins with
internet dating using the names of each of the Goddesses in the triple myth.
When a health scare intervenes Kate and her friends go together to visit a famous
healer in Brazil and a spiritual guru in Peru, where all three friends begin spiritual
journeys of forgiveness, gratitude and learning to live in the now.
Ferdia Mac Anna (author of cult book to movie Last of the high Kings) says:-
“Funny, informative heart-warming and wildly entertaining. This novel takes the
reader on an exhilarating roller-coaster ride though modern romance, internet
dating, Peruvian Gurus, wannabes, has-beens and lotharios and brings them home
safe and almost sound. This book rocks!’

Excerpt form Love & the Goddess by Mary Elizabeth Coen
It was with great reluctance that I got ready to go out that evening, since I would
have preferred to spend time writing in my journal before taking an early night.
But there was no dissuading Ella, who called for me at eight to tell me our black
cab was waiting. The driver took off at speed up the main street before turning
down a side road with high white walls on either side.
“It seems very quiet for a party. Are you sure you have the right night?” I asked
as Ella paid the taxi driver and we got out on the silent street in front of what
appeared to be a plain pebble-dash house. With its continuous high wall running
along the side, it was difficult to make out its exact size or shape.
“I fibbed. It’s a double date. Oh don’t be mad, Kate. Nothing serious – just a bit of
male company. They’re fine. Virtual monks, if you ask me. Hey, you can even
team up with the good-looking guy.”
“Are you mad? They could be crazies!” I was about to turn away when the
wrought-iron door opened wide.
“Hello, ladies,” said one of the most fascinating-looking men I had ever met. Of
indeterminable age, anywhere between thirty five and fifty, his facial features
were so strong and outrageously unusual; he qualified as both ugly and beautiful.
Ebony black skin, wide nose, wide lips, cheekbones so sharp they could slice
cheese. With huge expressive eyes and a charming smile, the effect was totally
disarming. “We’ve been expecting you. Adolfo’s inside. I’m Nat.”
Ella smiled at me and I felt as if I was compelled by a supernatural force to go
along with whatever was about to unfold, despite wondering had I taken leave of
my senses. As we followed Nat through the house, Ella nudged me, nodding at his
trim torso visible through a black t-shirt over denim-clad snake hips. With his
graceful, animal-like stride, he led us down the cool white stucco-plastered
corridor into a large villa-style living room. There he introduced me to Adolfo, a
short, stocky man in his early fifties with an air of business and a whiff of Cuban cigars about him. Ella had told me on the way there that Adolfo was originally
from Rio de Janiero, but she hadn’t told me anything about this other man.
“Where are you from Nat?” I asked, after we got over the initial pleasantries.
“I grew up in LA with a Jamaican mother and a father who was half-Brazilian and
half-American.”
“And where did you two meet each other?”
“I worked in LA for a while,” said Adolfo. “Our wives became best friends. I’m
divorced now and back in Rio, and Nat’s lovely wife passed on two years ago. But
we still get together, and I keep this place here for whenever I come to see the
Healer, maybe twice a year. Would you like some wine, ladies, or something nonalcoholic?”
Judging by the elaborate mosaic tiles on the floor, I guessed Adolfo was wealthy
to afford a place like this merely for the odd visit. Not having started my herbs
yet, I agreed to one glass of wine as I sank into the squishy tan leather sofa beside
Nat. I wished Ella would stop winking. It was becoming very obvious. Soon the
conversation was flowing along with the wine. I was on my second glass. The two
men were interesting, both mellow and gentle in the way people who meditate
regularly appear to be. Adolfo said he had become less hung up on making lots of
money after he underwent a two-year battle with cancer, which had now been in
remission for over seven years. Nat’s wife had been diagnosed with ovarian
cancer and Adolfo had suggested she visit the Healer, and stay in his house.
Nat took up the story: “Lexie didn’t recover but she lived a year longer than any
doctor predicted and she gained a great acceptance of death, for which we were
both grateful. While she was ill, we visited the Healer four times and Lexie found
an inner peace she’d never had in her life before. She was so devoted to him; she
used to kiss his feet each time she came. She really loved the energy in the
ashram and the village.”

 

Author bio – Mary Elizabeth Coen
Living in Ireland, Mary Elizabeth Coen is a former Home Economics teacher and
lifestyle journalist. Mary E. runs a website called Goddess MECA which stands for
Mary Elizabeth Coen Assists the Goddess in everywoman through sharing her love
of cookery fashion and mythology. The url is http://www.goddessmeca.com
Mary says “Though I always dreamed of being a writer, I took a rather circuitous
route getting here. You could say I have had several incarnations in this lifetime from
Home Economics teacher to Fashion Editor of a magazine, along with being mother
to my three wonderful children, Mark, Janet and Emily. Due to demand from clients I
opened my own pr consultancy firm specializing in fashion; – the dream job for a
fashionista, availing of great discounts on wonderful shoes and vintage clothing!
Sadly it was not meant to last as in 2004 my health deteriorated and as a result, work
had to take a back seat. I became interested in holistic medicine, personal
development and writing in an attempt to cope with my diagnosis of fibromyalgia. In
the process, I developed a passion for mythology, philosophy and the study of ancient
spiritual traditions. As a spiritual seeker, I’ve travelled to Mayan sites in Mexico,
visited a famous healer’s ashram in Brazil and undertook a shamanic journey through
Peru.”
Love & the Goddess is closely based on memoir.

Black Moon by JD Tyler review

Black Moon (Alpha Pack, #3)

 

OH MY! 
I have liked these books since they first came out and I swear they get better and better! This was one roller coaster of an emotional book! I laughed, I cried and I wanted to punch a few people in the face. 

Kalen has been through so much in his life and now that he is an adult it doesn’t stop. But I won’t say much more because I will totally give it away. I couldn’t wait to get to his story because I’ve wanted more of him since I read Primal Law and Black Magic. 

This book was a great addition to this series and if you haven’t read them then what are you waiting for? 

I give this book 5 Hoots 

Cover Reveal for Under the Bed Across the World by Rose Candis

Under The Bed Across the World
by Rose Candis
Expected Pub: September 2013

Under the Bed Across the World, Rose’s poignant account of her journey
from incest and addiction into recovery, is both tragic and humorous. Her
account of how her sexually abusive Jewish father divided her loyalty
between him, her mother, and herself provides a microcosm for how sexual
abuse and addiction destroy the human family. By confronting her past,
Rose sheds her loyalty to her abusive relatives and creates her own unique
family unit through international adoption. The memoir raises the
question: Can contentment be found after departure from the quagmire of
toxicity?

Author Bio:
Rose Candis, born August 8, 1966, grew up in Bowling Green, Kentucky. At
age twenty-three, she began her personal recovery from addiction and
childhood incest. Inspired by her own journey, she entered graduate school
to become a psychotherapist. Currently in private practice, Rose feels
honored to have been able to help individuals and families recover from
eating disorders and trauma since 2002.

Rose’s articles about healthy eating were published monthly in a local
woman’s magazine. She has appeared on several local radio shows as an
expert on eating disorders. Her first book *Under the Bed Across the
World,* a memoir, takes the reader on a journey from the author’s abuse,
into recovery, where she emerges as a adoptive mother of Erica, an orphan
from China. Her quest to help her daughter clear up unanswered questions
about her past leads her on a journey back to China, the focus of her
upcoming book *The Black Pearl. *

In a search for Erica’s birth parents, Rose’s research trip to China with
Lan Stuy, yields the discovery that her daughter had been bought and sold
as an infant, commonly known as trafficked, in the relinquishment process.
Rose’s shock that the information she had been given years ago about her
daughter’s history were fabricated led this mother to take on a role as
truth teller and advocate for transparent adoptions. Upon her return, July 2011,

Rose was interviewed by NBC News. Her story about her trip and its aftermath

was published in *The New York* *Times*,

September 2011*, The Atlantic* 2011, and *The Pulitzer Center for
Crisis Reporting*, October 2011. Rose met in Washington DC, May 2012,
with The Executive Congressional Commission on China to discuss her
findings of trafficking in the Chinese adoption process. Her effort to urge
the Commission to expose the information to help children who sought
credible information about their origin resulted in a second meeting with
the Commission, October 2012. Rose lobbied on Capitol Hill, May 2012
meeting with fifteen Congressional Offices in an attempt to amend the
Trafficking Victims Protection Act to include the buying and selling of
children for purposes of international Adoption in the definition of child
trafficking.

Rose enjoys every moment playing with her daughter and watching her do
gymnastics. She travels the path of intimacy and blending families with
Patrick, her partner of six years. Walking, yoga, church, travel, biking,
and meditation bring grounding to her full life. Rose’s love for her
daughter, personal healing journey, clinical experience and spiritual
guidance are the catalyst for her continued commitment to helping the
universe heal one person at a time.
Under the Bed Across The World
by Rose Candis

A Beautiful Fate blog tour and Review

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Title: A Beautiful Fate

Author: Cat Mann

Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance

Book Description:

Obsessive and driven by nightmares, Ava Baio is uprooted from her Chicago home after the untimely and tragic death of her loving mother. Taken across country by her antagonistic grandmother and placed as a boarding student at a school in Dana Point, California, Ava struggles with isolation and the loss of her mother and her grandfather. Faced with having left her beloved brownstone behind and attending a new school, surrounded by new faces and unfamiliar scenery, she finds herself sorting through unfamiliar and uncharted feelings with a strange and beautiful boy, Ari – a modern day Adonis. After an unconventional start to their relationship, Ava becomes intensely absorbed by her love for Ari, and with his help and the help of his family, she discovers who she really is – a Fate descended from Atropos. She learns that the Greek mythology she grew up reading is not comprised of myth after all.

Ava faces constant challenges both in her relationship with Ari and with the fact that she is being hunted by six threatening and ruthless men who want nothing more than for her to die so that they can live forever. She has no choice but to stand up for those she has come to love. In doing so, she becomes something she hates, a killer.

A true page-turner, A Beautiful Fate is Part one of The Beautiful Fate Series. The novel is full of suspense, romance and the allure of ancient Greece. Ava and Ari will leave the reader hoping the story will never end.

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Ari and I lay interwoven together in bed. I felt his hand run down the length of my back. I blinked my eyes open. It was only two in the morning.

“When is doing something you know is wrong the right thing to do?” he asked.

Snuggling deeper into his chest, I thought about his question. I knew what was worrying Ari. Could I do it, could I kill?

Everyone comes from somewhere. Some of us come from good and others from bad. The best part about life is that we have the ability to rise above the situation we find ourselves in; we are dealt certain cards, yes, but we don’t have to cheat to win. My father made the wrong choice; Andy made the right one. I hoped I would make the right ones, too. We were at war, a silent war that would not be reported on the news or told in any history books. The first battle was with ourselves as we decided how to deal with our internal conflicts on a day-to-day basis. Should I choose what’s right or should I choose what’s wrong?

Unfortunately, the line between right and wrong isn’t always cut and dried. The Kakos came from bad, the lowest of the low, and decided to try to go lower. They are direct descendants of Hades. Their blood is not watered down or tainted. They are literal spawns of Satan. They possess no soul and therefore feel no grief or regret for their actions. The Kakos’ ultimate goal is to live forever on earth. They escaped from hell eons ago, tracked down and tricked a descendant of a Fate, who agreed to allot them more time.

They followed this pattern for centuries until finally, the idea came to them that if there were no Fates, there would be no more cutting of their threads, and they would be free to live on earth forever. They then set out to kill every descendant from Clotho, Atropos and Lachesis they could find until they got to my father, the last known Fate on earth. He had made a covenant with the Kakos and then had broken his promise. As a result, the Kakos had declared war on every last Greek descendant. The Greeks could side with the Kakos or they could die.

I was the only weapon the Greeks had, but what do I know about war? I’m a seventeen-year-old girl. I have not yet discerned the path my life will take…and I am supposed to go up against the devil’s brood? If I fail, I die. Eventually the Kakos will come for Andy, Aggie and Ari and everyone I love. Andy will have to choose whether to side with the enemy and spare his family’s life, or accept death. In my heart, I knew Andy would never back down and that his family would die a horrible death because of his decision.

If I hunted the Kakos down, then I would have blood on my hands. I would be a murderer, a sinner, and a criminal. I decided to refuse to murder anyone in cold blood. I saw myself as good and I did not want to tarnish my soul.

Ari had asked me how a person knows when the wrong thing to do is right. And I answered: “If I must do wrong to save someone I love, it is right. I will not murder anyone, Ari…but I will kill to save you.” I will protect my people, but I will not go out in search of blood.

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Ava: “I hate death — it’s so permanent and so unfair.” “Je t’aime aussi.”

Ari : ““I love the girl that’s in my bed.” “Your skin is soft and I can’t seem to keep my hands off it.”

About The Author

Catmann

Cat Mann has lived her entire life in central Illinois, but her interests and passions span the planet. She loves skiing, French music and working with the written language.
A self-proclaimed hermit, she is happiest at home reading, writing and scouring the far corners of the internet for new musical artists — artists she skillfully weaves into her tales of the offspring of ancient Greece. She is happily married to her amazing and awe-inspiring best friend, Derek Mann, and together they have created two beautiful daughters.
A Beautiful Fate is Cat’s first novel in The Beautiful Fate Series. The second installment of The Beautiful Fate Series, A Broken Fate, will be available August 26, 2013. Visit Cat on Facebook and keep up with Cat on her blog.

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Review of A Beautiful Fate by Michelle

This book is just amazing!  I don’t usually get into a lot of mythology books, well because some just confuse me.  This book absolutely did NOT!  I felt so bad for Ava in a lot of the book but rooted for her and I think that she over came a lot!  The romance between these to was so sweet and the action was awesome! Ava and Ari are THE couple to watch!!!  Lately, I have been seeking a lot of action in the books that I read and I got my fair share with this book and I was greatful!  Who doesn’t want a good romance, action, challenges, suspense and HELLO CLIFFHANGER!!!!

I don’t do spoilers in my reviews but everyone should definitely check this book out and I can’t wait to read the next one!  I gave this book 4.5 Hoots and hope to get the next one soon!  Thank you for the opportunity to read this book for an honest review.

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Title: Retribution

Author: Amy Thompson

Blurb:

Regan Edison has just moved from California, to enter her first year at Georgia Liberty College, the place where jacked up Chevy trucks and hunting are a way of life. Regan hopes to start a new life for herself and she thinks that Georgia is just the place to do it. That is until she meets an unexpected stranger.

Colter Hayes is a member of the Collectors, a group of wrongfully punished lost souls. Colter and the rest of his team, Finn, Kaiden and Devon, work for the Requiem Council who pass judgment on those souls that are neither tagged for Heaven nor Hell. The Council has charged the Collectors with finding the lost in exchange for a chance at redemption.

When an ex-councilmember known to pass Retribution on lost souls sets his sights on Regan, the Requiem Council dispatches the Collectors to Georgia to work as protectors for Regan. The Collectors must fight to save Regan from a fate they know all too well, but can they work to earn back their chance at redemption or are their fates sealed forever?

Who is meant for Heaven?

Who is meant for Hell?

And who is just lost?

About The Author

Amy Thompson graduated from Randolph-Macon College with her B.S. in Biology. She currently works as a high school mentor and is earning her M.S. in Higher Education from Drexel University. Amy is a first time, self-published author of Retribution, a new adult paranormal romance novel that is the first in the Lost Souls series. She lives in Southern Virginia with her family and two lazy cats. Amy Thompson is currently working on the next book in the Lost Souls series and continues to be an avid reader of all things books.

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My Cowboy Heart by Z.A. Maxfield

My Cowboy Heart

Book Blurb:

A cowboy’s heart has room for anything…

J-Bar ranch foreman Malloy pretty much keeps to himself—slinking around the edges of everybody else like an old coyote, doing his job and staying private. That is until Crispin Carrasco shows up.

Lean, muscular, and with a motor mouth that won’t quit, Crispin sparks something in Malloy—something the foreman didn’t know was there. But how does a lone coyote approach the warmth of a fire? And more important, what would happen if that fire burned?

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Z. A. Maxfield started writing in 2007 on a dare from her children and never looked back.  Pathologically disorganized, and perennially optimistic, she writes as much as she can, reads as much as she dares, and enjoys her time with family and friends.  If anyone asks her how a wife and mother of four manages to find time for a writing career, she’ll answer, “It’s amazing what you can accomplish if you give up housework.”

Her published books include Crossing Borders, Drawn Together, and the St. Nacho’s and Brothers Grime series from Loose Id, ePistols at Dawn and The Pharaoh’s Concubine from Samhain Publishing, and Notturno, Vigil, Stirring Up Trouble, and All Stirred Up from MLR Press.

 

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Excerpt #1:

The first thing I noticed was the kid looked awfully young for twenty-five and he wasn’t dressed for the cold.

You’d think a guy who worked on a ranch in Wyoming would have something warmer to wear in the kind of weather we were having that day than a denim jacket and jeans. He had some kind of homemade sweater on underneath it, and a garish, poorly knit scarf wound about fifty times around his neck but even with all that, he had to be blue cold to the bone.

His aunt Flora had driven him up to the bunkhouse in a beater car and popped the trunk, and then, before anyone said a word, he’d rushed up the porch steps with about five cardboard boxes stacked precariously in his arms. Flora waved and shrugged as if to say, “What can you do?”

“I got a suitcase too and my saddle,” he said without even looking at me. He returned from the next trip with a pilot case and a nicely worn leather saddle. The way he carried it was all cowboy, which surprised me. He was a rangy kid, taller than me, but though I’d started out thinking he was a beanpole, it soon became clear I was mistaken. He’d hefted that heavy saddle like it weighed nothing.

He ran back out and hugged his aunt good-bye just like a little boy, lifting her off the ground in his enthusiasm. She blushed all pretty and gave him a little shove when he seemed to admonish her about something. When she relented, he hugged her again.

He joined me on the porch. We watched Flora get back in her car to drive away. “She says she’ll take care of herself, but I worry since she got sick. She’s angry and depressed and sometimes she doesn’t choose to eat right or she blows off exercise. I know for a fact she thinks she has a stash of cookie dough wrapped in a bag in the freezer that says salmon on the label. I ate it last night and left actual salmon in its place. Call it a public service. She can thank me in ten years if she doesn’t piss around and get herself dead first.”

I might have said something but he’d grabbed my hand and pumped it up and down the whole time he talked.

And he talked an awful goddamn lot, just like Mr. Jenkins said he would.

“Crispin Carrasco. If you tell me where I can put my things, I’ll just stash them and you can get started showing me around. I’ve known Mr. Jenkins since I was a kid, so I know the J-Bar. I guess you don’t have much use for extra hands in winter but I promised him I’d get a running start and do whatever needs doing. Anything. Just put me to work.”

I finally pulled my hand back. “There’s always work to be done around a ranch, but—”

“Don’t I know it, and it’s not like it stops for a little snow. I like the cold anyway. It makes me feel alive. When I was in Wyoming I had to drag the hoses out and break the ice in the water tanks with an ax every morning to top them off. Then I had to empty the hoses when I was done so they wouldn’t freeze and burst. Isn’t it odd that water expands when it freezes, while everything else contracts?”

“Didn’t you bring anything warmer to wear? You’ll freeze going out to tend the animals like that.”

“Of course I brought something warmer, jefe. The only problem is I met someone on the street yesterday who needed it more.”

“You gave your coat away when the weather is like this?”

“It would hardly be necessary to give it away when the weather isn’t like this, would it?”

That made an odd kind of sense. I started to speak, but stopped myself. Sure as shit, he filled the quiet morning air with words again.

“I’m an active guy and I’ve been told I positively generate heat. I’m going to have to wait until I get paid to get another coat, but I have a hat and about fifty sweaters from my Nina Flora, and this scarf, and—”

“You can’t do work like this without the proper equipment, son.”

“Crispin.”

“Crispin?” I nearly choked on the name. “Are you really called Crispin?”

He rolled his eyes. “Crispin Glover was an actor in Back to the Future. My dad had a walk-on role in that movie and that’s where he met my mom. They liked the guy, so when I was born, they named me Crispin.”

“Your dad was an actor?” This kid’s thoughts seemed to gallop along like a herd of wild horses. I could maybe get close enough to catch one every other minute or so.

“Yeah, both my parents. They were in a lot of movies, but they weren’t famous or anything. The thing you have to understand is that there was a time when Crispin Glover was a seriously hot property, and I think they named me after him to capture some of his mojo for me. I try not to take it personally. Crispin Glover is the hottest, most fuckable human, but he’s a total enigma on every level.”

I suppose somewhere around the word fuckable my mouth dropped open.

“I don’t think they crossed paths much after that movie, except at parties. Back in the day my parents were party monsters. It was the eighties.” The kid shifted from foot to foot, still balancing the saddle over his shoulder. “My earliest memories are of my mom getting high. They left me with my aunt Flora a lot. Later on they got religion and stopped all that drug shit.”

He took a breath, and so did I. I needed at least one second to catch up and find a way to turn the subject to work or I knew I’d be there all day. “Well. That’s got to be better than drugs right? If you come with me I can show—”

“Oh, sure. Yeah. That was better. Scientology. Even as a kid I thought, shit, yeah. We are saved now, all right.”

Crispin didn’t sound like he’d thought anything of the kind.

Unable to find anything intelligent to say, I nodded. “I guess.”

Long-lashed lids lowered over warm brown eyes and his cheeks filled with a faint blush, under a smattering of freckles. Like a yearling, he was gangly and a little awkward and he knew it. He didn’t have much facial hair to speak of, and he was dark, like his aunt. Native American ancestors for sure, with those cheekbones.

He grinned at me. “You can talk the birds right out of the trees, jefe. Where’d you learn to do that? It’ll be a wonder if I ever get a word in edgewise.”

“I get that all the time,” I lied.

Surprise hovered over his features for the briefest second. “Really?”

“No.”

“I used to imagine words hung in to the air for a while, fluttering around before they fell to the ground in piles of letters like snowflakes.”

I looked out onto the frozen drive, at the piles of dirty snow I’d shoveled off the porch steps. I saw the puddle where Flora’s car exhaust had melted the ice into oily rings and thought, good God. I can actually picture it: Letters like snowflakes, swirling in the air around Crispin and littering the wooden porch deck where—thankfully—his feet were encased in a good, insulated pair of ropers. At least he wouldn’t get frostbite and lose toes.

“I’ll show you where to put your stuff.” I poked a thumb toward the bunkhouse.

For a longer time than was comfortable he didn’t move or speak. He just stared at me, with a look on his face I didn’t understand. It was something like a happy surprise and it warmed me to have put that pleased expression there. I guessed I did that, anyway, because he was looking right at me with a smile on his face.

“What?”

“You were looking for words, weren’t you?” He wrapped his free hand around the handle of his pilot case. “You were looking around us on the ground and wondering what words would look like, if they’d fallen there.”

Sure it was weird, but there was no doubt I’d done exactly that. “Maybe.”

“We’re soul mates,” he exclaimed happily. “You’re the first person I’ve ever said that to who actually looked.”

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