Thursday, April 27, 2017

Release Tour... Tabitha Barret's Angel of Fear

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The Third Throne: Angel of Fear (Book 4)
Tabitha Barret
Release Date: April 25, 2017

Blurb:
When threatened by a powerful enemy, what lengths will she go to in order to save someone she loves?
Anjali, while recovering from a failed coup attempt in Hell, must battle false gods who plan to wreak havoc on the Mortal Realm. She must hunt an old foe and bring him back to the Hall of Shadows before he creates an army large enough to transform the mortals into werewolves. Is she strong enough to fight the gods or will they use her to conquer the world?
Tristan, the Angel of Fear, has learned how to survive by ignoring the terror inside of him and blindly walking through his day. Though he once wished his Master, Anjali, was dead, secretly he knows that she is the only one who can help him become the angel he was meant to be. Will he stand by her side against a dreaded enemy, or will he betray her in order to be free?
A chance meeting one night with a vengeful god turns Liam Leavitt’s world into a living nightmare. Now, there are two voices in his head: one is the woman he prays can save him from a terrible fate, and the other is the Wolf God who will do anything to bend Liam to his will. Can love protect him from becoming a helpless puppet, or will loving her lead to his demise?

The Third Throne: Angel of Fear is the fourth book in the steamy Adult Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy series. Each angel brings the world closer to the Apocalypse!

*Note that this book is intended for Mature Readers due to language, sex, violence, multiple romantic entanglements, and death.


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Excerpt:
He sniffed the air and gagged when smoky air filled his nostrils.  It smelled like a campfire without the marshmallows.  He had to cough to clear his throat.  That’s when the sweet scent of something he couldn’t place hit his senses and made his heart speed up.  His entire body responded to the scent.  It wasn’t flowery, but it was distinctly feminine.
Hearing the sound again, he recognized it was a heart beating.  He opened his eyes and jumped out of his bed, ready to defend himself.
He panicked when his eyes focused on his surroundings and he realized that he wasn’t in his bedroom.  He was standing next to a large bed with black sheets.  Sitting on the edge of the bed was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  He was momentarily dazed by her lovely blue eyes.  She appeared startled, but gave him a guarded smiled.
She didn’t speak right away, which was fine by him.  He was too busy examining her long black hair and red lips.  She had an unusual formal dress that made her look like a Goth girl, except it showed off her pale skin all the way to her stomach.  He tried not to stare at her cleavage, but she was a welcomed sight after seeing the intimidating man in the woods.
“Where am I?” he finally asked, deciding it was time to speak to the gorgeous woman.
“You’re somewhere safe,” she said.  This time she gave him a full-blown smile that reached her eyes.
“Who are you?” he asked bluntly.
“I’m Anjali, Burke’s daughter.  He called me after what happened.  He thought that I might be able to help you,” she said softly.
He didn’t know Burke had any kids, but after seeing his daughter, he understood why he would hide her away.  He wondered why Burke had called her, unless she was a zookeeper.
He gulped as the events of the day came rushing back.  He remembered lying in the tub and seeing his skin split open to reveal white fur.  He saw Burke’s bleak expression when he explained the awful truth of his situation.  He heard Dylan sobbing and apologizing for getting him into this mess.  The incident in the park seemed like a bad dream, but his transformation felt like a horror movie.
Feeling like his legs would give out he slumped down on the bed.  “I really thought it was all a dream,” he sighed, putting his hand over his mouth.  “Everything is so jumbled; I can’t remember things in the right sequence.  I really turned into a wolf, didn’t I?”
She nodded.  “Yes, you did.  You were attacked by a wolf named Fenris...”
He quickly stood up and put up his hand to stop her.  “It has a name?” he asked skeptically.
She bit her lip and scooted closer.
A man, whom he hadn’t noticed before, was suddenly standing next to him with a Beretta 9mm aimed at his head.  Liam quickly thought of a way to disarm the man, but Anjali stood up and put her hand on the man’s other arm.  “This is Calin, and he’s not going to shoot you,” she replied.
“Then why is he pointing a gun at me?” Liam asked defensively.  His body was still coiled, ready to punch Calin and take his gun.
Anjali glared at Calin.  “That’s his way of saying hello.”  She tilted her head and motioned for Calin to back away.
“I see,” Liam said cautiously.
Calin, thankfully, lowered his gun and sat down on a red plush chair across the room.
Liam vaguely wondered why he only heard the thumping of one heart, but decided that he didn’t want to question it; otherwise, he would have to question why he could clearly hear someone’s heart beating.
He shook his head and stared at the woman.  “I have no idea what’s going on, but if you have a way to fix this, I’m listening.”  He looked at Calin from the corner of his eye to make sure he was still on the couch.
She cleared her throat and smiled.  “Liam, there is a lot you need to learn about Fenris and why this is happening.  Unfortunately, I’m not sure where or how to begin because I don’t have all the answers.  I can only tell you what I know so far.  First of all, I’m sorry to say that you can’t go back to your old life.  When Fenris’ venom entered your body, it changed you permanently.  If you go back home, you might hurt or kill someone accidentally.  You could shift and become the wolf without thinking, which is why I prefer you to stay here.  Secondly, Fenris will do anything to find you.  I don’t know what he wants from you exactly, but he creates followers called, die Drei.  They are very loyal to him and they will do whatever he asked of them.  Please understand that Fenris is the bad guy, so you have to find a way to fight him no matter what he says to you.  Lastly, I need you to trust that I will do everything I can to keep you safe and to keep you from losing yourself to the wolf.  There is a very real possibility that the wolf could take over your thoughts and feelings.  If you aren’t careful, Liam could disappear,” she said sadly.
He ran his hand through his hair and scrubbed his face.  “This is ridiculous!  How could my life have gone to crap so quickly?  I didn’t ask for any of this.  At no point did I ever say, hey I want to work for a giant scary man who can turn into a wolf.  There has to be a way to stop this.  I don’t want to hurt anyone and I don’t want to be anyone’s follower.  What am I supposed to do?” he asked, frustrated by what she was saying.  A sudden flood of emotions overwhelmed him, though anger quickly made its way to the forefront.




Winner of the Top Medalist Honor in the New Apple Literary 2015 Summer eBook Awards in the category of Adult Romance.

1st Place Winner Urban / Fantasy Romance Series in the Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer Awards 2015


Author Bio:

Tabitha Barret graduated from Rutgers University with a BA in English.  She married the guy from her Creative Writing class and together had two amazing children.  They live together in a quiet town in New Jersey with their four insane dogs.  She is currently working on her award winning Paranormal Romance series, The Third Throne, and her new Mystical Haven series.  In her spare time, she reviews other independent authors and posts Author Spotlights on her blog, The Throne Room.




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Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Blog Tour... Dahlia Donovan's The Wanderer


Title: The Wanderer
Series: The Sin Bin, Book 1
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: April 8, 2017
Cover Designer: Claire Smith

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Graham Hodson lives for adventure. His entire life has revolved around his obsessive wanderlust. His inner fear of staying in one place or being with one person for too long has kept him on the go. The last thing he expects is a sudden diagnosis to ground his travel—permanently.

Boyce “BC” Brooks has screwed up his lifelong dream of being the captain of the English national rugby team. He’s lost everything. When his uncle leaves him an inn and a dog in Cornwall, he has little choice but to try his hand at innkeeper.

Can two jokesters kicked around by life and their own decisions find stability when their world shakes beneath their feet?



Weddings.

Weddings were a pain more excruciating than a broken nose, or tooth, or both—an event to be avoided when at all possible. Only the blissfully ignorant would voluntarily submit themselves to the farce of “marital bliss,” never mind the noise, whimpering women, and a priest who would undoubtedly drone on and on unless someone whacked him upside the head.

Why did I agree to this shit? If this bint sobs into my sleeve one more sodding time, I’ll shove her into the aisle, manners be damned. I should’ve claimed a sudden bout of dengue fever in Macau and been done with it.

Graham Hodson had returned home early from yet another adventure to attend the wedding of his best mate, Francis, and his soon-to-be husband, former rugby star Caddock Stanford. He’d contemplated doing a runner. His twin brother, Rupert, had threatened to drag him in by the ear, pointing out that they couldn’t disappoint their childhood friend, could they?

Even if he were tempted to do so, Joanne, Rupert’s wife, had promised untold pain if he did anything to ruin Francis’s day. The spoilsport also vetoed all of his ideas to improve the day for the two grooms. He didn’t see why they wouldn’t enjoy having massive cod strung up to their escape vehicle.

Graham glanced across the room, and his mood brightened when he spotted an old mate, Jack Sasaki. They’d spent summers playing on Cornwall beaches together as kids, along with Rupert. They often flirted with the same boys, though one date with each other had been enough to realise they made far better friends.

The half-Japanese and half-Cornish man made his living as a barber a few villages over, in Fowey. Graham hadn’t seen him in a while and would have to find time while home to have a beer and chat with him. He hoped Jack was having better luck romantically than he currently was.

Wanderlust didn’t come with the perks of being romantically available. His passport might’ve been filled with stamps, but his nights had been filled with loneliness—aside from occasional casual sex. His adventures brought joy to his life.

I don’t sodding need anyone to be happy.

Now, repeat the mantra until the wedding stops making you act stupidly moody.

It might be the wedding of a close friend, but boredom continued to make his mind drift. Did anyone other than the couple care about the cute dog with a bow tie or the adorable child in the tuxedo? No. The answer would always be no. People went to ceremonies for the food and drink that followed after, and no one would ever be able to convince him otherwise.

A sniffle from the woman beside him was a reminder that maybe some people did care. With a less cynical view, Graham could admit the tuxedos had been well chosen. Tastefully done bouquets of white roses were adorned with pale blue ribbons that had antiqued copper rugby charms dangling from them.

Adorable.

Graham could also admit, however painfully, that the blissful happiness on Francis’s face made him slightly envious. “Sodding weddings.”

A gasp from the weepy twit reminded him not to mutter out loud. He summoned a smile when Francis glanced his way. The things one did for friends.

Oh, hello.

Who the bloody hell are you?

Never mind who you are. Can I see you naked?

An absolutely gorgeous bloke sitting on Caddock’s side of the church had caught his attention. Tall, with a closely shaved head and black beard, he had a strong jaw—sharp lines all over really, from what Graham could see. He wore a suit that bordered on obscene for the way it clung to his muscled form.

Suddenly this event looks far more interesting than it did a minute ago. Now how do I get myself an introduction? Should be easy. It’s a wedding; single people come to hook up at them, right?

Right.

Their eyes met. Almost identical grins of acknowledgement followed, which intrigued Graham. People didn’t always read him so well. Mr Tall, Bald, and Gorgeous smirked as if he knew exactly what Graham had been thinking.

They’d definitely made a connection.

Interesting.

If the wedding ceremony hadn’t been in full swing, Graham would’ve immediately wandered over to introduce himself. They settled for not so subtle flirtatious smirks. His impatience grew more palpable waiting for it to be over.

Their eyes continually drifted towards one another. An electric shock hit him each time. It sounded dramatic even in his head—but he did feel a mysterious sense of adventure just from contemplating a brief encounter with the mystery man.





Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.



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New Release... Harper Sloan's Lost Rider


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LOST RIDER
By Harper Sloan
Release Day: April 25, 2017

In Lost Rider, the first Western romance in New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Harper Sloan’s Coming Home series, an injured rodeo star encounters an old flame but will she be just what he needs to get back in the saddle?

Maverick Austin Davis is forced to return home after a ten-year career as a rodeo star. After one too many head injuries, he’s off the circuit and in the horse farming business, something he’s never taken much of a shine to, but now that it’s his late father’s legacy, familial duty calls. How will Maverick find his way after the only dream he ever had for himself is over?

Enter Leighton Elizabeth James, an ugly duckling turned beauty from Maverick’s childhood—his younger sister’s best friend, to be exact, and someone whose heart he stomped all over when she confessed her crush to him ten years back. Now Leighton is back in Maverick’s life, no longer the insecure, love-stricken teen—and Maverick can’t help but take notice. Sparks fly between them, but will Leighton be able to open her heart to the one man who broke it all those years ago?

Written in the vein of Diana Palmer and Lindsay McKenna, this Texas-set series is filled with sizzle, heart, and plenty of cowboys!


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EXCERPT:
I should tell Quinn and Clay that he’s here. But one look at him and it’s like the last ten years have never passed and I’m back at the bonfire, the awkward high schooler uncomfortable in her own skin. Marching away from him in the woods. It was the last time I saw him. How is it possible that he can affect me this much after all this time?
He hasn’t noticed me, not with his head bowed, so I quickly turn around and focus on Pastor John as he finishes up his prayer. Him being here means nothing. I should be happy that I remember the pain from that night so well, it will make keeping my walls up around him so much easier.
“On behalf of the Davis family, I want to thank everyone for coming today. At this time, the family has asked for some time alone as they say their good-byes. They wanted me to remind everyone that the PieHole will be opening up for a few hours tonight starting at five for anyone that wishes to join them.”
I keep my arm around Quinn, not looking back to where I saw Maverick. I can hear the church slowly emptying and I feel a frown pull at my lips. I had hoped that when everyone started to leave that he would have come up front to be with his family, but so far, the pew we’re in is still empty save for the three of us. We sit and wait for everyone to leave, something that Clay had asked Pastor John to make arrangements for in place of the customary recessional, knowing that no one in this town would really mean a word of it anyway. Plus, I know Quinn is having a hard time. Regardless of the fact that she wasn’t the closest with her father, she was really counting on this—Maverick home. She’s still shaking in my arms, but when I look over at Clay I realize his silence isn’t because of the heaviness of Buford’s death, but instead anger over his brother’s absence that has started to build to a boil. I fear that he’s seconds away from tipping over the edge.
I stand when Clay and Quinn do, but hang back at the edge of the row we had been sitting in as they meet Pastor John and gather their father’s ashes. I can’t wait to get out of these heels. If it would have been acceptable to wear my boots, I would have, but Quinn would have killed me. As it is, I feel like I can’t take a deep breath with how tight my dress is against my chest. I never wear tight shirts. I haven’t since my boobs became beasts of their own right. I’m too busy fiddling with the straps of my dress, trying desperately to get some of the pressure against my chest to ease up so I could take a deep breath, when I heard Quinn gasp.
“Mav!” Next thing I know she’s running past where I’m standing, her black hair streaming in the air behind her as she speeds forward right into her brother’s arms. Clay moves to stand next to me and I look up to meet his green eyes, the questions he isn’t vocalizing dancing in their emerald depths. He’s not stupid and I’m doing a crappy job at hiding the memories haunting me right now. He gives me a small smile, shifting his hold on the urn to wrap his free arm around me and pulls me into a strong hold.
“You’re shakin’,” he says against my temple and I just nod.
“I’m good, Clay. Go see your brother.”
“I’m fine right where I am, sugar.”
I keep my eyes to the ground, focusing on his worn boots instead of looking up, hating myself for making this moment about me when I should be focused on them. Like it or not, I can’t fight the feelings that being near him bring me. I’m that stupid, naive sixteen-year-old all over again. “Let’s get out of here,” he says after a few silent seconds. I look up and give him a smile, hoping that it looks a hell of a lot braver than I feel. Inside I feel like I might puke.
“You think I could have a second with my family?”
My head shoots up at the coldness I hadn’t anticipated in Maverick’s voice. He’s not focused on me, though, instead looking at his brother with a hard expression and one brow raised upward.
“Mav!” Quinn gasps and he moves his attention from his brother to her.
“Sorry, Quinn, but I’m thinkin’ that Clay’s lady friend would understand that this should be a moment for our family and give us time alone.”
“I’ll just—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, sugar,” Clay all but spits through clenched teeth and drops his arm to take a step forward. “You’ve got something to say, Mav, then say it.”
“Nothing to say, Clayton, I just think it would be nice for your girlfriend to give us some space.”
“My girlfriend,” he parrots sarcastically, his deep voice vibrating in anger.
“Mav.” Quinn attempts to butt in, but stops when Maverick leaves her side and turns to stalk out of the church. I should find it comical that he obviously didn’t recognize me, or hell, maybe he did and he’s just picking up where he left off ten years ago in the middle of the dark woods. I take a deep breath. “It’s okay. He’s right. Y’all need some time as a family. I’ll head over to the PieHole and start settin’ up for tonight.”
Quinn brushes a tear from her cheek and just shakes her head. I look at Clay to see him staring in the direction that his brother just left.
“You’re family,” he finally says, not looking in my direction.
“Clay, really, it’s okay. It’s been a long time since y’all were back together and I don’t need to be there for that reunion. It sucks that it takes all of this to finally bring him home, but he’s here and y’all need to make up for a lot of time lost.”
“Shut up, Leighton.”
“Don’t, Clay.”
“Don’t what? You’ve got every right to be here. You’re just as much a part of our family as he is. Hell, maybe even more so than he is at this point. So just shut up, come with us, and ignore him.”
I shake my head, the fight instantly leaving my sails, knowing I would be arguing until the end of time if I pressed this issue.
“I can’t believe he doesn’t even recognize you,” Quinn whispers.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books, hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a book in hand.