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Thirst Blood of my Blood ~ RP Channing

Book Title - Thirst Blood of my BloodThirst by R P Channing Cover240+ Pages


~ Kira Sutherland ~


After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her ‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated…), and being labeled as having ‘issues’ in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:


  1. Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)




  1. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies and Convicts” (as the social media sites call them.)


She chooses the latter…


~ Cory Rand ~


Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best friend…sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.


Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:


  1. Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks…)




  1. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least he’ll get an education.


He chooses the latter…


It’s at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.


Things he’s always ignored.


Until now.



Young Adult Romance

Paranormal Romance

High School

Vampires, Demons, Witches

Dark Fantasy


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The Puppy Eyes

My life was perfect.

I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house. My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.

But then there was Jack.

Jack was a problem.

He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him?

I think not!

Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tearducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.

Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that? I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.

I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.


Still no answer.



His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again. “Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”

His puppy eyes became worse.

His skin was gray and, well, dead.

“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…

The idea excited me somewhat.

“What would you have me do, Miss Kira?”

“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”

“Yes, Miss Kira.”

The dead. There’s just no reasoning.

“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.

“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.

-2- The Rat

Mike knocked on the door before I had time to leave the house. Mike was the guy I thought (at the time) was perfect.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, baby.”

Baby, urgh — I wasn’t his baby. I dated Mike because he was the quarterback, because girls are supposed to like the quarterback, because it’s just so darn perfect to be seen with the quarterback, like we’re brainwashed into thinking these things from the first romantic doll set mom buys us.

This was my previous life.


“Uh-huh. Gonna let me in?” So you can try rub me up and then complain when I don’t let you? This, dear reader, was the big problem with Mike. The second we first kissed, his hand went way too far south for me to be comfortable — and I pulled back.

Mike suddenly wasn’t so perfect.

“Uhm, I was just on my way out,” I said.

“Kira? C’mon, open the door.” He sounded upset. “Is there someone in there with you?”

Boys. As if.

I didn’t know much about love (nothing, actually) but I knew this wasn’t it. “Uhm, now’s not the time, Mike.”

“C’mon, Kira, what’s going on?” He banged harder.

When in doubt…lie. I opened the door a crack. “There’s a dead rat in the house, Mike. Been here for days. I gotta go get some detergent and stuff to handle the stench.”

Mike stepped back. He peered through the crack of the door.

“It’s really bad,” I said.

“I’ll drive you.”

“I’m afraid the smell” — I stuck my armpit to my nose — “has found its way all over me. I’ll drive myself.”

“O — okay. Fine.” And then he grinned like he wanted something. “Later? My place?”

Urgh. “Uhm, sure…er…later. Not sure when though.”


I fought the urge to roll my eyes. According to girls at school, he was apparently so damn good looking — theoretically. But for me personally, he did nothing. Moved nothing. Twisted nothing. “Look, I gotta go, Mike. I gotta — ”

“Kira.” His eyes grew stern. “You’ve been avoiding me…”

Bingo! Well done contestant number one! And what have you won? A brain!

I tilted my head. “Mike, look, this…rat — I need to deal with it. We’ll talk later, okay? Bye.” I closed the door, not waiting for an answer, and peered out the peep hole. Mike hung around for a second, shoulders wide and eyes glaring straight at me through the door. Could he see me? Did he know I was looking at him?

He kicked something off the ground, and I had the distinct impression he mouthed the word Bitch before leaving. But I wasn’t sure…

-3- The Mack

“Roll down the window, Jack.” Jack was recently dead, so he still had a smell about him. (Which only I could smell…)

I had purposely skipped breakfast. Maybe Jack would help me lose weight. I was (still am) a little wide, although it had never stopped guys flirting with me. I know how to dress.

But I could be skinnier.

Lucy Rogers was skinny. All bones and no boobs.

Charlene Carverton was a babe. Cheerleader. Big chest (which she pushed out generously with a push-up — if only guys knew). Toned thighs. Charlene only dated college boys (back then), which I still think is pretty gross for a girl her age.

“He’s not for you,” Jack said out the blue.


“This…Mike — he’s wrong for you, Miss Kira.” For all Jack’s faults (mainly, being dead), he has a good heart. Factually, probably it’s why I kept him around at first.

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Then why don’t you dump him?”

I braked at a stop sign. Looked left and right. “Because I’d look like an idiot. I flirted with him and showed interest, and one kiss later I can’t stand the sight of him.”

“So dump him.”

“It’s not that simple. Kids at school — they can be vicious. I have to let it fade slowly. If I drop the bomb on him, I’ll never hear the end of it through senior year.”

“And you care?”

Yes, I did.

Forget Guantanamo, schools are rough. “You don’t understand, Jack. Maybe school was different in your day. But in mine, well, we walk through metal detectors.”

“Schools weren’t too different in my day.” I noted the sadness in his voice.

“You okay?”

“I’m dead.”

Right. “You miss…your life?”

Jack shrugged. “I like being with you, Miss Kira. And I don’t remember much of my life. I think I’m in limbo.”


“Yes, like I have some unfinished business. If only I could remember…what…it is…” He scratched his head.

“Any ideas?”

“Well, it can’t be love. If it were love, I’d be a vampire. That’s who teenage girls fall in love with these days.”

“A vampire? That’s just what I need — two undead beings stalking me.”

“I feel I have something to do around you, Miss Kira. I don’t know what, but something. Something important.”

I looked over at him. “Me?”

I was still looking at him when I missed the stop sign.

The Mack truck drove straight into us

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Author Bio

R P Channing started writing three years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.


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Eban- The Heckmasters- Book 2 – Allison Merritt

Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2)
Samhain Publishing
Published: April 7, 2015
ISBN: 9781619226340
Categories: Romance, Paranormal & Alternate Worlds, Paranormal


If love can’t save them, there will be hell to pay.

Grateful for his mother’s human blood that cools the dark fire of his demon father, Eban Heckmaster has set up a medical practice in New Mexico territory. But there’s no hope of living a normal life until he rids himself of a seductive demon that’s been pursuing him.

Vanquishing it won’t be as simple as sharpening his demon-hunting sword. The clever creature is hiding inside his best friend’s head, and she has no idea of the havoc she’s been wreaking, especially with his body.

Beryl suspects Eban knows why she’s been waking up with no memory of where she’s been or what she’s done, but he’s not talking. But when she inevitably learns what he’s hiding—or rather, what’s hiding inside her—she wonders if her love for him is real, or an illusion created by the demon’s lust.

Eban is losing the battle to hold his rising desire in check. There may be only one way to extricate Beryl from the beast entangling her mind. Call upon his demon blood…and offer it as a sacrifice.

Product Warnings
Contains a half-human, half-demon doctor who can heal anyone except himself, and a woman who’d blush if she could remember the sensuous torture she’s been inflicting on him. Could make you wonder if you should start listening to the voices in your head…

Eban Heckmaster dreamed of becoming tangled in a river of gold. Soft and silky upon entering, it turned deadly within moments. He couldn’t breathe as it filled his nose. It bound his wrists, his ankles, blocked his vision. So much and so warm, sweat broke out across his body.

He’d die cradled in a gilded nest.

And he was fine with that.

Anything was better than living with the knowledge that his brother had taken the woman Eban loved as his bride hours ago.

Eban’s lungs ached for breath and his eyes shot open. Startled by weight settling on his abdomen, he tried to sit up, but two small hands held him down. Thanks to his demon blood, it only took a moment to adjust to the dark. In the nonexistent light, he peered up at Beryl Brookshier’s angelic face. She gave him a wicked smile as long strands of wheat-blonde hair tickled his bare chest. He sucked in a breath when he realized she was naked and a sheet was the only thing separating her from his raging erection.

“What are you doing?”

The second the words were out of his mouth, Eban knew he wasn’t talking to Beryl.

“Ravish me, Ebaneezer.”

The demon used Beryl’s voice and body, but the thing talking to him was far from human. The notion of taking its head off and sparing himself a lot of trouble was tempting. If not for the real Beryl’s trusting green eyes and bashful smile.

“That stopped being funny the first time you got naked in front of me.”

She caressed his cheek. “You were dreaming. I was trying to make your dreams more pleasant.”

He slapped her hands away. “You thought you’d tempt me into bedding you and then letting some other parasite into my brain. That’s not going to happen, Rosemar.”

“You want this body. Why deny it, Heckmaster?” The lust demon glowered at him, her irritation creasing the smooth face she borrowed.

“Get off me.” He pushed her away, then grabbed the sheet as she slid off his chest. “What I want is for you to vacate it, leaving Beryl’s mind intact so I can get out of Berner.”

Her pique faded, replaced by a sultry smile. “We’ve lain awake at night imagining the coupling. This body twined around yours, the friction of skin on skin. Hard muscles meeting soft curves. Lips touching…lips.” Her green eyes brightened mischievously. “Miss Brookshier has quite an imagination.”

He tensed, flushing at her descriptions, but revulsion held his desire at bay. “She’s there with you, right now?”

Rosemar waved a hand. “She’s locked away, but she’s not as innocent as you seem to think. This body is familiar with masculine touch.”

Eban suppressed a groan. “It’s none of my business. Nothing I’m interested in exploring.”

“Your body suggests otherwise. A simple sexual escapade isn’t a lifetime commitment.” She twisted a strand of hair around her finger, pouting while she batted her eyelashes.

“It is where demons are concerned. You can’t stay in there forever, you know.” He sat against the headboard, trying to ignore the way she pressed her breasts forward.

“Can’t I?” The wicked grin returned. “You can’t get rid of me without killing her. You know that.”

“We’ll see.”

Anger sparked in Rosemar’s eyes, sharper and meaner than human emotion. “I don’t know why you care. She doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Pain stabbed Eban’s chest. He turned his face away, trying not to think about Rhia’s hazel eyes, her soft Virginia accent, or the way she laughed when he said something funny. Beryl was an attractive woman now that she was beginning to gain weight after her long illness, but she wasn’t the one he loved.

“You’re wasting time thinking about her.” Rosemar sounded bored.

“I’m not going to let you kill an innocent woman by wearing her body down to nothing.” He glowered, but nothing seemed to frighten Rosemar. Even Wystan, who’d beheaded his share of parasite demons, had no effect on this one.

“I was talking about Rhia.” She put a warm hand on Eban’s shoulder. “Seere orchestrated their meeting so the three of you could defeat Noem. Without Rhia and Wystan, there is no Berner. There’s no Heckmasters. No future.”

Eban shrugged her hand off. He closed his eyes, sifting through memories of the battle with Noem and his legion of lesser demons. Years ago, Eban had tried to make a normal life for himself in another city while getting his doctor’s degree, but his younger brother Tell had called him back to treat a vicious wound Wystan had obtained at Noem’s hand. Tell and a weather deity had run Noem out of town that time. Eban had stayed, putting his dreams away. They’d been guarding a sealed portal to Hell for as long as he could remember, but Astaroth, the reigning prince, constantly sent his minions through gaps in the seals, offering them great rewards for bringing the Heckmasters back. Their father’s redemption had doomed the three of them to remain in this cursed town forever, fighting monsters until they died.

Then when it seemed like Rhia Duke would give Eban the chance to escape, she went and fell in love with his boneheaded brother. Worse than that, she’d unwittingly allowed Noem to drive her right into Berner, where he planned to capture her and give her to Astaroth. In the fight, Wystan had been gored by a minotaur, but he’d used his demon blood to overcome death and save the day—with Seere’s help, because the normally neutral Gray Side couldn’t keep their noses out of Heckmaster business.

Rosemar claimed she was inhabiting Beryl’s body at Seere’s command, and she’d proven herself useful in a fight, but none of the Heckmasters trusted her. It was clear that no matter what her orders, she had her own motives for choosing Beryl as a host.

Angry when he should be grateful—he didn’t really want Wys dead—Eban balled the sheet in his fists. “I doubt Wystan and Rhia would be too happy to know Seere thinks he’s God now.”

Rosemar chuckled. “We all aspire to godliness, don’t we? You by playing doctor, me by manipulating feelings. That’s what makes us so perfect for each other.”

She ran her finger over her lips and rose, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner as she left. Eban swallowed hard.

He’d always known demons would be the death of him, but he’d never imagined it would be at the hands of one who looked like Beryl.

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About the author:
A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that’s gathering dust after it was determined that she’s better at writing fluff than hard news.

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You may or may not be aware that The Heckmasters series got its name from a mall kiosk selling tombstones. I thought a guy bearing the surname Heckmaster had to be pretty badass. I pretty much planned a trilogy right from the start and my jumping off point was Wystan Heckmaster, the eldest brother. He’s what would explode into the world if John Wayne and Dean Winchester had a baby. That left me with what the other two Heckmasters boys would be like. Almost from the beginning, I knew Wystan was the rugged one, and Tell the smartass of the bunch, so where did that leave Eban? He couldn’t be a bad mimic of one of the others, that’s just not fair for him or the readers.

It worked out that Eban would be the one who wanted something more from life than being a demon slayer. Instead of another gung-ho brother ready to kill monsters, he’d rather use his talents for healing, whether it’s one of the reformed demons who live in Berner or a stray human who wanders in. Eban is the only brother who actually fled Berner in search of a better life, but he was called back because of some trouble Wystan got into and he’s been stuck in town ever since.

While on the outside, Eban’s a kind, caring almost-doctor, he still has the kind of steel in his spine that makes evil tremble. And when someone he loves is threatened, he wields a saber with a silver blade to cut down anyone or anything stupid enough to harm his friends and family. Here’s a look at the weapon he both cherishes and loathes.

The weapon hung from a hook inside his wardrobe. He crossed to it, took the sheath off the hook, then wrapped it around his waist. The silver blade was lighter than it looked and twice as deadly. He’d used it in the battle against Noem, and before that to behead a questing beast Astaroth had sent to devour the Heckmasters. In the last four months, it had tasted an ocean of demon blood. Noem had snapped it like dry tinder during the battle for Berner. He owed yet another favor to Seere for having it reforged by a demon craftsman in the bowels of Hell. The shining blade looked and felt stronger than ever.

Try as he might to maintain a normal life, Eban has to carry the saber in order to stand up for good and wipe out evil, even when it means going against his caretaker nature. As tough as Wystan is and as goofy and complex as Tell is, Eban’s journey through his book is a dark tale that makes him

Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5 ~ Flossie Benton Rogers

Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5 by Flossie Benton Rogers


Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Interview: Seven Secrets of a Wytchfae Author


Beverly and Tamara: Welcome to SSLY. Thanks so much for joining us today. So first why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?

I’m a former teacher and public library director who, upon retirement in 2011, made a solid commitment to become a published author. It had been my dream since age eight, when I wrote my first fairy tale. The dream went on the back burner for years, until 2005 when our library organized a NaNoWriMo program geared toward budding writers. Authors local to our area gave presentations to educate and inspire, and I began to see that my lifelong dream was not as farfetched as I once thought. For several years I participated in NaNo, winning but not looking at the manuscripts once NaNo was over. I was so fortunate to have a supportive husband who encouraged me when I retired to fulfill my heart’s desire. I couldn’t have done it without my beloved Ronnie. Another supporter was Loretta C. Rogers, who became a mentor and eventually a critique partner. In 2011, instead of packing away the 2010 NaNo manuscript, I decided to turn it into a publishable novel. After much critique help from Loretta and pitching it to Secret Cravings Publishing at a writers’ conference, it turned into the first in the series of Wytchfae paranormal fantasy romance novels in 2012.

Beverly: When did you start to write and who influenced you?

I started writing at age eight but became a committed writer in 2011. There are many writers, both literary and entertaining, who have inspired me. For the latter, I have to give a shout out to vintage Australian romance author Dorothy Cork, author of Red Diamond, and to Rex Stout, author of the Nero Wolfe mystery novels. I own and periodically reread most of their works and am constantly amazed at their engaging characters, intriguing plots, and clever writing styles.

Tamara: What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?

My heroines are the kick-ass variety. I find action scenes fun to write, and I enjoy heroines who learn their power and come into their own.

Beverly: How many books have you published? What genres? What drew you to that genre?

Six books have been published in the paranormal Wytchfae series, including a novel, four novellas, and an anthology comprised of two of the novellas. The next two Wytchfae novels are scheduled to be published in 2015. I write paranormal fantasy because I get to indulge my passion for mythology, which I absolutely love.

Beverly: What is your “guilty pleasure”?

My guilty pleasure is the soap, General Hospital, which I remember from college. I like to tell myself you can learn a lot about scenes and dialogue, and that’s true, but I also enjoy seeing characters I’ve known for years and the sheer drama of the sudsy show.

Tamara: What dream or goal have you yet to realize?

I want to publish a holiday novel, either Christmas or Halloween. So far, I haven’t managed to fit one into the writing schedule.

Tamara: If you could spend the day with any person from history, real or fictional. Who would you choose and why?

That’s a tough one, since I love history, classical writings, and historical romance novels. At this moment I’d choose to spend the day with the ancient Egyptian pharaoh Smekhkare, husband of Meritaten, related to the rebel pharaoh Akhenaten—possibly brother or son-in-law, and predecessor of the famous pharaoh we call King Tut. My reasoning is that I want to know the real scoop of the New Kingdom Amarna period of Egypt. There is so much conflicting information, and new discoveries have come to light in recent years, but wouldn’t it be exquisite to know what really happened? Besides, Smenkhkare and Meritaten always reminded me of my husband and me, in other words, soul mates.

Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5

Blurb: When The Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion.

Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power kindles a womanly flame within her.

Exiled from an elite warrior’s brigade, Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a dangerous mission, and he can’t let her face the evil alone. What else can he do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls into one?


First Line Teaser: She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.


Memorable Quote: “Garnet McAnna, you’re the hottest woman in thirteen worlds.”



Lost in her thoughts, Garnet ran up against something hard and springy, and a sharp point pricked the soft flesh of her thumb. She squeezed off the pain with her other hand.

Damned barbed wire.

She had already made it to the fence line and hadn’t even realized it. Sucking in a deep breath, she cleared her mind to concentrate on the task at hand. She had to edge around the boundary to the north side of this large piece of private property to gain access to the portal. Then she’d hunker down in the bushes and wait on the demon Borros.

Moving swiftly again, she cut a wide swath away from the metal fence. Snorting sounds came from within one of the corrals she had noted early this morning when she skirted the property. Horses and a few cattle had grazed within.

Bearing around the corner to head north toward the portal, a splash of incandescent green appeared and then disappeared in front of her. Startled, she blinked and reached into her coat pocket for the revolver. The weapon lay cold and substantial in her hand. She stilled her body to a midnight silence.

The eerie green reappeared and dashed around her body without spotlighting her in any way. It formed a mysterious elongated glow. She clamped down harder on the gun handle to stop her hand from trembling, while shifting positions to keep the phenomenon in front of her.

Her mind tumbled over possibilities. The light couldn’t be swamp gas, as it seemed to proceed purposefully. Its movement created a slight whirring sound. A will ’o the wisp? Somehow she thought not, but what was it?

The presence darted behind her.

Before she could turn, a warm, corporeal hand covered her own and relieved her of the weapon. Whirling around, she came face to face with—a man.

A gasp escaped her lips. With his substantial height, he towered over her. A faint greenish residue of light illuminated him enough so that the fierce scowl on his face caused her heart to thump into overdrive.

She swallowed, fingering the sheath of one of the knives in her pocket. Damn it, next time she’d bring a backup piece. She forced herself to speak, but despite her efforts, her voice rasped. “Give me back my weapon.”

His sonorous growl reminded her of a feral animal. “Not so fast. What the hell are you doing sneaking around my property with a firearm in the middle of the night?”


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fbr4-26-14headshotAuthor Bio:

Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus moon, or a 5th generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances with fairies, goddesses, ghosts, angels, demons, and other magical beings. The Wytchfae world brims with dimensions parallel to our own. Some are welcoming, others dangerous and forbidding. Through the darkest night and the fright of unchained chaos, love will always shine.


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Book Spotlight ~ Giveaway ~ Lovers Unchained

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♥ Title ~ Lovers Unchained
♥ Series ~ Curse Of The Dark Witch Series
♥ Author ~ Siren Allen
♥ Genre ~ Erotica Paranormal
♥ Release Date ~ August 15, 2013
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A Cursed Demon
Twenty years ago Jude made a huge mistake resulting in him and four of his best friends being cursed by the Dark Witch. For twenty years he has searched for his mate-the only being able to break the curse placed upon him. Until he finds her he will not be able to release the pent up sexual energy that is driving him insane. On his journey to find his mate he is captured and held prisoner by Lana, a vicious vampiress.

A Sex Crazed Vampiress
Lana is intrigued by Jude’s ability to resist making love to her. She doesn’t know of the curse placed upon him years ago. No matter how hard she tries to seduce him she always fails. His life means nothing to her and she is ready to end his existence, but first she must know what prevents him from succumbing to her seduction. She wonders if it’s her or if Jude is like this with all women. To test her theory Lana places one of her female prisoners, Carissa, and Jude together. To her dismay, sparks ignite between the two captives.

A Witch on a Mission
Carissa is searching for her friend who is rumored to have been captured my Lana and her men. She doesn’t plan on finding love but she can’t resist the attraction she feels for her fellow captive, Jude. She senses the desire raging through him and yearns to ease the tension coursing through his muscled body. However, their lust for one another angers Lana and can only lead to one thing…death for both her and Jude.


Now that Jude has found his mate he must get them both to safety before Lana destroys them.
Will Jude lose his mate so soon after finding her or will they escape Lana’s wrath and form a bond so strong nothing and no one can break it?


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Lana straddled him. She ran her hands up his chest.

Jude kept his eyes closed. “Why didn’t you teleport in?”

“I was trying to be polite.” She licked his nipple. Between her legs, she felt his cock jerk and felt his hardness through her leather suit. She wanted him badly; more importantly, she wanted him to want her. He was an obsession she couldn’t get rid of; a puzzle she couldn’t figure out.

Lana ground her sex against his, drawing a moan from both of their throats.

“I have some friends I want you to meet,” she whispered. She pulled back a little and watched for his reaction. Unfortunately, all he did was yawn; he didn’t even open his eyes.

“Aren’t you a little curious as to who I want you to meet?” Once again, he ignored her. His nonchalance only made her want him more. Every time he ignored her, or pretended to not want her, it only made her work harder to please him and make him want her. Every prisoner she owned would give their last breath to have her show them the amount of attention she wasted on Jude.

Lana licked his nipple again. She refused to give up; defeat was not a feeling she was accustomed to. She placed soft kisses from his nipple up to his neck, and then nibbled along his jaw line. She tried to kiss his lips, but he turned his head causing her to kiss his cheek instead. Lana hissed in frustration.

She was tired of playing games with him. When she told her brother about all the problems this slave was giving her, he asked to borrow Jude for a month to train him, but Lana said no. She wanted to be the one to break him. She gave him plenty of chances to give in to her demands. If she couldn’t have him by choice, she would have him by force.

Without warning, Lana teleported Jude to her bedroom, where they landed on her bed; she quickly climbed off of him.

“Handcuff him to the bed,” she said to her servants waiting in the shadows. She was tired of playing nice. It was time for her to be the bitch he thought she was.


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Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. I have no children…yet, wish me luck! My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.


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Cara’s Review ~ A Demon and Her Scot by Eve Langlais

Demon and her scotA Demon and Her Scot
by Eve Langlais

An unlikely duo, the golfing match from Hell, and a devil determined to win, even if he has to cheat. Lucifer’s up to his matchmaking mischief again in this fast-paced, humorous jaunt into the bowels of the pit. Think you can handle the heat?

“Fetch me a Scot,” Lucifer commands. Sounds simple, except the skirt-wearing jerk won’t cooperate. But Aella isn’t one to give up. Willing or not, she delivers her target to the Lord of Sin. In retaliation, the much-too-sexy Scot has Aella assigned as his bodyguard for the golfing match from Hell.

One shot ruined Niall’s life. A second shot could help him regain it. Niall sold his soul once to win a lady’s heart only to end up betrayed. Does he dare take a risk and give love a second chance?

The Welcome to Hell series (is best read in order for full enjoyment of Lucifer and his ongoing matchmaking attempts):
Book One : A Demon and his Witch
Book Two : A Demon and his Psycho
Book Two and a Half : Date With Death
Book Three : A Demon and her Scot

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Cara’s Review:
I love Eve Langlais. I’m pretty sure I own every one of her books, and have read them all multiple times. Which was why I was excited to see A Demon and her Scot- the third book of the Devils matchmaking attempts to increase the size of his army. If you have never read her books, why the heck not?!? Get out there and buy one right now! If you have, this book will meet all your expectations of another Langlais winner.

Hell doesn’t suck as much as we think. Sure, you’ll have to pay for your sins, but once you’ve paid the price you have the chance to choose between living in Hell and jumping into the Abyss where souls go to be recycled.

Niall is one sexy Scot, besides being totally stuck in the past, moping about a betrayal that happened centuries ago. Aella, a lamia, spends her time in Hell as a minion of Satan, a mercenary. The Devil is preparing for the once a century event, a golf tournament between the gods. Who better than the Scot that sold his soul to become the best golf player ever, to try to teach the Devil some new tricks? Or the least likely to be killed for caddying for Satan- not a safe job. Aella is sent off to dust off Niall and bring him in, even though he has sworn never to golf again. That ushers in: a great story, some hot loving, and some good laughs.

I love Langlais writing style, her books are fun. Add in some hot spicy sex scenes, and you’ve got literary chocolate. Absolutely delicious. I like Aella and Niall, enjoy their repartee, and their a** kicking style. I would strongly recommend not only this book, but also the other 2 books in the series (there is also a 2.5 book which is an expanded story previously published, and not originally part of this series). You certainly don’t have to read the other books in this series to follow along, but I love the Devil character, and I assure you, you will get a big kick out of him as well, and reading them in order will give you more insight into Hell

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Enjoy an excerpt from A Demon and Her Scot:

She sneezed behind him. “Ever hear of a Swiffer?”
Flinging open a cupboard, he grabbed at the linen stuffed inside, almost threadbare but dry. “Dusting is woman’s work.”
“Showing your age again, old man.”
He’d show her old. Whirling, he tossed a dry cloth at her and, as she caught it, undid the fastening to his soaked plaid. With a shrug, he dropped it to the floor.
She ogled him, probably because he gave her something to ogle. Hands on his hips, erection jutting forth–a mighty one he’d not experienced in centuries–he smirked at her. “Does this look old to you?”
“Ack! I’m blind. Old man dick alert. Cover it up.” She protested with her mouth, yet her eyes remained locked on his bare body. He swelled to an even mightier size. “Good grief. Just how big does that thing get? Should I duck and cover before it explodes?”
“Do ye never stop talking? I swear, lass. Ye chatter enough to drive a man insane. If I were your husband, I’d gag you.” A subtle thrust of his hips let her know with what.
She clamped her lips shut, but interestingly enough, she didn’t turn away. Nor did she blush. Brazen wench. Still naked, he strutted past her, feeling more than seeing her turn to watch as he knelt before the cold fireplace and tossed a few dry logs in. A strike of flint and he coaxed a flame to life.
While he’d taunted her into silence, he found he missed the dulcet mockery of her voice. He also wondered what she did behind his back. Did she rub the coarse linen over her delicate-skinned body? Did she stand naked in his home, still damp? Her mouth still defiant? Wearing only those decadent snakeskin boots?
If he swelled any further, it would probably explode like she jested. Attempting to act casual, he turned around and almost groaned in regret as he noted the threadbare linen covering her, sarong style. The wet lump of her toga hit him in the chest.
“Hang that by the fire, would you? I didn’t bring a spare, and I refuse to escort you back wearing a rag.” Head held high, her imperious tone and attitude begged an answer.
“I am not your servant.” He flung her robe into the snapping flames at his back then smirked at her screech of rage as her toga sizzled.
“What did you do that for?”
“What part of I don’t have anything to wear did you not grasp, Scot?”
“My name, lass, is Niall.”
“And mine is Aella, not lass. Use it or–”
“Or what?”
“I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to the carrion birds.”
“I’d like to see ye try.” He dared her. Purposely. She growled, and her eyes narrowed to the merest slits. Her whole body vibrated with irritation.
He’d never been so turned on.
With nothing to lose, he decided to see how far he could go. He tread toward her on bare feet, entering her personal space, crowding her. She held her ground, glaring, lips tight. He saw her hands tense at her sides, ready to respond to whatever threat he planned.
But he had a different kind of assault in mind. One of his hands darted forward and clasped her by the wet ponytail hanging over her shoulder, and he yanked her to his bare chest before slanting his mouth over hers.
For a moment, she held herself rigid as he let his lips slide over hers. Then, she bit him, hard enough to draw blood. He chuckled softly. “So ye like it rough? Lucky for both of us, so do I.”

Interviewing Casey Keen ~ I’ll Be Damned

Casey Keen
Beverly and Tamara: Welcome to SSLY. Thanks so much for joining us today Casey. So first why don’t you tell us a little about yourself.

My name is Casey Keen and I was born in Philadelphia, PA and grew up in the suburban outskirts of this amazing city. I love anything paranormal and/or supernatural – seriously I live in Philadelphia! For those of you who don’t know, this city is an awesomely haunted place! This healthy paranormal addiction has provided me the motivation to write my first book, “I’ll Be Damned.” I graduated from Drexel University with a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology and I’m currently working on the continuation of the Anna Wolfe Series.

Tamara: What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?

Quiet & coffee… lots of both!

Beverly: When did you start to write?

I started writing my novel two years ago, but I’ve always written poetry.

Tamara: What do you think are the qualities that make up a “hero”?

A few important qualities that stick out in my mind when I think of a hero are accountability, selflessness and courage.

Beverly: Can you describe your favorite character? And which of your books is he/she in? How do you come up with your characters?

My favorite character in I’ll Be Damned is Martello. He is fabulous, straight forward, and humorously witty. When I write, I let the characters define themselves. I start with my lead and then ask myself who would he/she surround themselves with? How would I want my supporting characters to influence her?

Tamara: What are the hardest scenes for you to write? Suspense? Sex? Dialogue? And why?

The most challenging scenes are the sexual ones. I’m not a prude, but putting passion on paper is a very tough feat and I applaud the hardcore romance writers!

Beverly: What writer, if any, influenced how you write?

H.P. Mallory’s Dulcie O’Neil series influenced how I write. I love her entertaining storylines and characters.

Tamara: Who would you choose as your “book boyfriend”? From what book? Author?

Knight from the Dulcie O’Neil series by H.P. Mallory. She did an excellent job of conjuring up the perfect fantasy man who is strong, loyal and ridiculously hot (at least I think ha ha)!!

Tamara: What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?

I like a mixture of both. I can’t stand when a heroine is whiney or emotionally unavailable. I like the writer to portray her as a strong woman, capable of experiencing “normal” thought processes and emotions us mundane folks go through. I think this healthy personality mix makes the heroine more relatable to the readers and might even inspire them in some small way.

Tamara: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want to have with you? (you have food, water, shelter, all the necessities, so nothing mundane)

A boat, coffee and ice cold beers.

Beverly: What is your “guilty pleasure”?

Bravo TV (*cringe*)! I know it sounds horrible, but some of the shows are so addicting!

Tamara: If you were a color what would you be and why?

Yellow, because it’s a happy color and it also happens to be my favorite!

Beverly: Who has influenced how you perceive love? Why?

My mother – she has shown me the meaning of unconditional love no matter what happens in both of our lives.

Tamara and Beverly: Okay. We are SSLY so we have to ask. Who loves you?

The people currently in my life (and those who have passed) including – my mother, family, friends, my fiancée and last, but certainly not least, my adorable pug Gia!

Beverly: Oh I adore pugs!

Now for some quick fun questions:
Boxers or briefs? Definitely Briefs!
Coffee or Tea? Coffee, hands down!
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff? Tall, dark and handsome!
Hairy chest or smooth? Smooth!
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate!
Kinky or Sweet? Kinky!
Fast or slow? Fast!
Public or private? Private!
Top or bottom? Both!

CK-05I’ll Be Damned


A sister kidnapped.

An impending war between Heaven and Hell looming around the corner.

A Grand Witch who has no idea what she is.

The Prince of Darkness’s obsession in claiming her.

Two sinfully gorgeous men pulling her in two different directions.

As the owner of the coffee shop Deja Brew in Savannah, Georgia, Anna thought her life was ordinary. That is until her sister is kidnapped by a demon, prompting two handsome men to march into her life unexpectedly. Valen, the sinfully gorgeous, overprotective werewolf who is Anna’s sworn guardian and Roman, the most handsome and powerful Warlock in the entire Netherworld.

Suddenly, her world is stripped of everything she knows and replaced with frightening news about who she really is – a powerful Grand Witch. Now, it’s up to her to draw out her dormant magic, rescue her sister and stop an impending heavenly war threatening to eradicate the human race all while staying alive.

goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17693317-i-ll-be-damned

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Author Bio:

I was born in Philadelphia, PA and grew up in the suburban outskirts of this amazing city. I love anything paranormal and/or supernatural – seriously I live in Philadelphia! For those of you who don’t know, this city is an awesomely haunted place! This healthy paranormal addiction has provided me the motivation to write my first book, “I’ll Be Damned.”

I graduated from Drexel University with a Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology and I’m currently working on the Anna Wolfe Series.

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