Emma Walker was a writer who'd lost herself to someone else's anger--who had given up on ever feeling like herself again.
Evan Levesque was a rock-god--the one all the woman wanted, but he'd never gotten used to the loneliness between the stage and real life.
With just one cup of coffee they'll begin a journey of self-discovery at each others sides, but can Emma handle Evan's fame while dealing with her own demons? Emma's checkered personal past, a bad relationship that haunts the edges of her memories, threatens to make everything implode on them when Evan takes matters into his own hands.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul--Can Emma handle being put back together and facing who she's become because of it?
Cassandra doesn't remember a time when she wasn't writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since than Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character's stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. In 2012 she became a published Young Adult author, releasing In Between Seasons (The Fall, #1) and Walking in the Shadows. In 2013 she branched out by using her artistic illustrating talents to publish her first Children's novel, The Adventures of Skippy Von Flippy: Tales of Friendship (Skippy Tales, #1). Cassandra will also release her first New Adult novel, Just One Cup, in the Spring of 2013.
Cassandra is a freelance professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is the owner of Gio Design Studios, a photography and publication marketing company that designs covers and marketing materials for authors utilizing the company's photography. She is currently studying to receive her associates degree in Marketing. Cassandra is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with the other loves of her life their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.
The first and second give her the tools and the skill to defeat the opponents she is pitched against each month. The third frees her from pain and fear. From any kind of emotion at all. Everything is as it should be. Everything is as it should be, until…
Fear Pain Anger Happiness Desire Guilt
Love.
When a newly-named Kit escapes the Sanctuary after killing her best friend, the last thing she needs is another knife in her hand. Or Ryka, the damaged, beautiful blonde boy, who she refuses to let save her. Still learning how to process the onslaught of her new feelings, the sights and sounds of Freetown are overwhelming and strange. There are a hundred differences between her old home and her new one, but one thing remains starkly similar: the matches. Yet where the blood in the Sanctuary landed only on the Colosseum floor, Kit will quickly learn that a river of red runs through Freetown’s very streets.
Freed from the oppression of a society who stole her right to feel, the true horror of her old life leaves Kit wondering if she really has been freed at all. Would she be better off without the crippling horror of all the blood on her hands, or is the love of one boy worth living through all the pain?
Raksha is the call of the dead. The rumbling chant for fresh blood from the other side, the demand for sacrifice. The Colosseum is behind Kit. The fighting pits await. Goodreads My Take on the book: I loved this book! You are drawn into the book and the lives of the characters from chapter one. You revel in the strength of the characters. The fight scenes are well described and you will have a hard time putting this book down for long if at all. I am looking forward to the next book and hope my wait is not too long as I want to know more about and hear more about the people I love in this book. Great Job Frankie Rose! I would say if you havent read this book yet you should!
I mmm
doubtfully,
scratching Jada behind her ears. She seems to like that. Cai’s face
is gone now, although who knows how long the reprieve will be. When I
look up, Ryka is watching me pet Jada.
“She likes
you,” he says.
“You sound
surprised.”
“I’m not.
My sister’s a good judge of character. If Liv likes you that pretty
much means everyone else will. Including my fickle dog.” He
whistles softly and Jada pricks her ears at the sound.
“And you?”
I ask.
He smiles.
“Seriously?”
I nod, and
Ryka’s mouth pulls up to one side in a way that makes my heart
race. He looks wicked.
“Well, we’re
friends. In that weird way where you’re eternally mad at me, and
I’m eternally imagining what you look like naked.”
“What!” I
go to slap his arm but he ducks out of reach, grinning. From the way
my insides react to his words, it feels like I’ve swallowed
something entirely too hot. Is this normal? Is this what liking
someone feels like? It’s confusing and frustrating and
frankly—okay, I’ll admit it—kind of wonderful. But what the
hell am I supposed to do with that? How do I change who I am, sixteen
years of fighting, a life of blood? How do I trade in all that
confrontation for something a little sweeter? I think it’s probably
too late.
“I really
didn’t do myself any favours when I met you, did I? You still don’t
trust me?” Ryka tips his head forward, smiling ruefully at his feet
when I shake my head. “In that case I suppose it’s pointless
asking if you’ve fallen in love with me yet?”
The boy is
determined to make me die a death this evening. It’s all I can do
not to choke as I shake my head. “Sadly, no. I don’t think I want
to kill you anymore, though. So there’s that.”
In the
moonlight, Ryka’s eyes bow as he smiles broadly. “There is
that. We’ll have to see what we can do to change your mind, though.
I’ve never been very good at waiting for anything I want.” He
shoves me gently with his shoulder and my heart stumbles.
“You want
me?”
Ryka’s smile
is devastatingly sharp. “You own me, remember. And now, after the
other night…well, I guess I kinda own you, too.”
EXCERPT
TWO
I focus on him
and clench my dagger in my hand. The sea of voices swells, and I’m
certain I can pick out Miranda’s deranged shrieking, yelling over
and over again, “End
him! End him!”
Falin Asha’s
brown eyes fix on me and it looks for a second like he’s crying.
That can’t be right, though. I hover just out of his reach, staring
at him. “What’s going on?”
He smiles
crookedly and brushes his hair back out of his face. “It’s going
to be okay, all right? Remember that.”
I’m so
thrown by his comment that I am utterly unprepared for what he does
next. The knife in his hand snakes out toward me, and I skitter away
from him to the left. He knows how I react, however, and he moves
with me, my mirror image. He darts for me and does the unthinkable,
something that spells the end to the fight and me along with it: he
grabs hold of my striking arm at the wrist. A low gasp runs around
the Colosseum, growing in pitch until it’s a rushing echo in my
ears. I try and fumble for the Balisong on my belt, hoping I can
flick it open and use it, but Falin Asha is there before me. He
doesn’t knock my hand away, just holds his over it. He pulls me
closer to him and sucks in a deep breath.
“Don’t let
them see,” he hisses. With that, I feel a twisting movement between
our two bodies, and then his eyes go wide. He looks stunned, the way
Elin children do when they fall and they’re unsure whether they’re
supposed to cry or not. I look down and see his own knife submerged
up to the handle in his stomach. A cracking, bubbling noise comes out
of his throat, and he smiles slowly at me. The whole Colosseum has
gone deadly silent. I can think nothing other than this: What
have you done? What on earth have you gone and done?
Meet Frankie Rose:
Frankie Rose was born in Truro, Cornwall, but grew up in the north west of England. Following her heart to Scotland in pursuit of mountains, she remained there for some time. However, it wasn't long before she required even bigger mountains, at which she point she relocated to British Colombia in Canada. Now living in Australia with her wonderful husband, Frankie spends her time writing young adult novels and contemporary poetry.
She officially makes things up for a living, and when she's not doing that, she is generally making paper birds out of receipts and old lists or taking photographs that make her smile.
Facing an unstable future, Chela Prizeon leaves Castle Hayne and crosses over to enemy territory in pursuit of Faris--the boy of royal blood who is cursed by a bitter rival. But soon Chela learns that he has been taken deep into the treacherous frozen prisons--a majestic, but deadly place where people enter and are never seen again. To find the boy she loves, Chela must join forces with one of her greatest enemies. And even though she pulls strength from the good in her powers, she finds herself drawn to the dark side's temptation as well.
Narrated from both Chela's and Faris's point of view, this enchanting sequel to When Copper Suns Fall will take them on a voyage into unknown lands, where the dark, twisted, and revengeful wait to make this their most dangerous journey ever.
Please Note: This book contains mature content including profanity, drug/alcohol use, and sexual situations/language
KaSonndra Leigh was born in Charlotte, North Carolina. She now lives in the City of Alchemy and Medicine, North Carolina. She likes to write about people of all ages doing fantastical things in magical worlds. Her two sons have made her promise to write a boy book next.
She loves to play CLUE, Monopoly (the Indiana Jones version), and Pandora's Box (good writer's block therapy). She lives in an L-shaped house with a garden dedicated to her grandmother. It has a secret library complete with fairies, Venetian plastered walls, and a desk made out of clear blue glass.
After creating the erotica title “The Little Purple Book of Passions”, and its paranormal romance sister-title “The Little Black Book of Paranormal Passions”, author Thomas Hunter Dillon has gone his separate ways. He now returns to his specialty: erotica! After writing erotic scenarios privately for women for nearly a decade, T.H. Dillon has now entered the publishing world in hopes of bringing his unique and erotica voice in literature to a much broader audience.
The first solo erotica title from author Thomas Hunter Dillon
SYNOPSIS:
If the introductory chapter from LPBP (Your Present) struck a chord with you….then you’re in for a treat with “More Presents”. Thomas Hunter Dillon is hard at work for you once more. With his unique voice and style, he strives to bring you, the reader, to edge of ecstasy and back again with a combination of sexy, erotic, narratives, directives, and short story scenarios. Whether you fall into a fantasy scenario and feel the chill-inducing sensations of lust……or whether you sit back and listen to the directives of a man whose only desire is to make you tremble and whimper for more…….there is sure to be something for everyone in “More Presents from T.H. Dillon”. Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend…but T.H. Dillon will keep you cumming back for more!
AUTHOR BIO:
Thomas Hunter Dillon is the typical All-American male, having grown up in his Midwestern home of Madison, Wisconsin. At 6’4” and just over 300lbs….you wouldn’t expect to find such a man writing erotica. Throughout his 20’s, T.H. Dillon mostly wrote erotica privately for various women. Publically he never began writing until a college professor encouraged him to apply his talents to the school newspaper. After doing well for himself on a nationally recognized student newspaper, he remained hesitant to really branch out with his abilities. Now, at the age of 34, he has finally embraced his desire to write and tell entertaining stories. Though he writes in other genres as well, he strives to be a fresh, entertaining, male voice in the world of erotic literature.
Life’s been hard for Zeke. Being a punching bag for his alcoholic father has turned him into stone. Not even the dodgy trailer park he lives in can scare him. Fighting is his release and sex, drugs, and his guitar bring him peace, but deep down Zeke isn’t quite as hard as he makes himself out to be. When he meets Patience, she finds all his broken pieces and puts him back together, but she’s a ray of light in his shadowed life and the last thing he wants to do is bring her into his dark world. Playing careless is easy, playing the bad guy can be fun, but playing Patience is impossible, especially when she can see right through him.
Zeke isn’t the only one who’s broken, and for the first time, in a long time, Patience feels alive. Her black and white world gets a shot of color when she meets Zeke. He’s unlike anyone she’s ever met with his tattoos, piercings, and blunt honesty. She wants nothing more than to let go and ride the wild side with him, but some wounds never heal and the broken pieces of Patience aren’t so easy to find.
***Warning: this book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Mature readers only. Not intended for young adult readers.***
Tabatha's been writing since she could pick up a pencil. Her first publication was a little poem in her elementary school paper, from that point on she was hooked. When she was a teenager, she traded in her girly magazines for personalized writing notebooks.
At nineteen, she met her own personal prince charming and writing took a back burner for a while. She's now married to that prince and the mother of a beautiful seven-year-old princess/rock star. Once her daughter was born, writing came back into her life, and she finished her very first novel, Wicked Fate, in May of 2009.
She's now pursuing her English degree and she hopes to one day teach while continuing to write.
Her
cheeks turned pink and a frown pulled on her pouty mouth.
“I
shouldn’t have come here. I just wanted to say thanks.” Her eyes
cut me before she turned and walked away.
She
made it to the hood of the waiting car, before my conscious peeked
out and slapped the shit out of me.
“Hey,”
I called out to her.
She
stopped and faced me again. Instantly, I felt like the biggest dick
in the south when I saw her eyes brimming with tears. Someone so
sensitive didn’t stand a chance around a person like me, but
knowing that I’d probably never see her face again made it okay for
me to kind of apologize for being myself for some reason.
“I’m
rude, but you’ve seen firsthand what happens to shiny things in a
chop shop,” I gestured to the world around us. “Your best bet is
to stay away from these parts, princess. A pretty thing like you
wouldn’t last two hours out here. How long were you at The Pit last
night before you were dying on the bathroom floor? An hour, tops?
Think of my rudeness as a blessing.” I adjusted my guitar case in
my sweaty palm and turned toward my trailer door.
I
looked back to get one final glimpse of her. The contrast between her
and the trailer park around her was alarming, although, with her fair
skin, white hair, and pale, blue eyes, I’m sure she stuck out just
about anywhere she went. She was unique, a single snowflake with her
own icy patterns, and if she stayed in my hell any longer she’d
melt.
“Have
a nice trip back to Wonderland, Snowflake,” I said, as I opened my
the door,
“My
name is Patience,” she snapped.
Patience…it
was as unique as its owner. I liked it, although, I’d never admit
that out loud. Instead, I shook my head and laughed like she had told
me a joke, walked inside, and shut her out.
EXCERPT
TWO
“How
did you know I was here?” I asked. I didn’t want the kids behind
her to hear us, so I moved in closer. “Does your daddy
know you’re stalking me, Snowflake?”
Her
eyes filled with panic and it pissed me off that she was afraid of
him. Then she stepped back so quickly that she almost tripped over
her sneakers. With a pinched mouth, she glared up at me. She was
pissed off about something.
“My. Name. Is. Patience!” she
yelled at me.
I
had to admit, I liked it when she yelled at me. Mostly because it let
me know she wasn’t as weak and defenseless as she looked, but also
because I’m a fucked up individual and occasionally I get off on
being jerked around.
Her
voice reached every wall of the gym and everyone turned to look at
us. I watched as a pretty, red blush crept up her neck and filled her
cheeks. Her eyes started to water and become bloodshot and she looked
like she was about to blow up from embarrassment. The poor thing, she
looked like she was about to pass out, but it was funny to see her so
pissed off and embarrassed. I kind of enjoyed ruffling her feathers.
I
laughed softly to myself, earning another evil glower and I couldn’t
help put poke the bear one more time.
“Careful, Snowflake, if your
face gets too hot, you might melt.”
EXCERPT
THREE
“Oooh,”
his eyes got big like he was just realizing something. “I get it,
you’re into chicks.”
Did
I have the word lesbian written across my forehead or something
today?
“No,”
I said adamantly.
“No,
that’s cool.” His smile was too big. “I don’t discriminate,
trust me. I like chicks, too. You know what? We should like them
together, like at the same time,” he leaned in and ran his thumb
across his bottom lip before he softly tugged on his lip ring.
My
eyes shot to his mouth and he smirked at the attention. I rolled my
eyes.
“I
don’t like chicks, and if I did
I certainly wouldn’t share with you,”
I flipped my card over and picked up the book.
“Okay,
so you’re not a lesbian. Then what are you?”
Aggravated
by his question, I sighed loudly and answered honestly.
“You
want to know what I am? I’m shattered, that’s what I am. There
are tiny pieces of Patience scattered all over.”
“I’d
like a piece of Patience,” he reached across the table and ran a
finger across my hand.
This
time I did tense up, but for entirely different reasons. My heartbeat
sped up like I was on the verge of a panic attack, but instead a rush
of euphoria filled me.
“I
don’t know if I can give you a piece,” I heard myself flirt back.
That
earned me another sexy grin. Damn him for being so freaking hot.
“Why
not?
“Because
I don’t know where they are.” I frowned at those words.
What
started out as innocent flirting, had just that quickly become a sad
truth. I was a shattered girl and I had no idea where my pieces were
or how to put myself back together if I did find them.
“I
bet I could find your pieces,” he leaned in and bathed my cheek
with heated breath.
I
didn’t miss his hidden meaning, but I chose to ignore it. “Good
luck. I’ve been trying to find them for years.”
I
shrugged off my shiver and started to deal the cards again.
“Challenge
accepted,” he said, as he leaned back in his chair and took a swig
from his beer.
EXCERPT
FOUR
I
turned away and flicked my blonde hair with the back of my fingers
making sure it whipped him in the face.
He
grabbed a fist full of it and gently tugged me against him. His warm
body was pressed against my back. His strong heartbeat slammed into
my shoulder reminding me how tall and big he was. His breath tickled
my cheek as he pressed his lips to my ear. Goosebumps invaded every
inch of my skin and I shivered. He felt my shiver and chuckled
softly. It was deep and dark…sexy.
“Spit
all the lies you want, Snowflake.” His hand snaked around me and
under my shirt. My abdominal muscles clenched making my ribs ache as
he ran his finger around my belly button. “Your body spoke my
language the other night and it said differently. I’m not stupid; I
see the way you look at me. It’s hot and I fucking love it. I bet
you fantasize about me, too. One day you’re going to beg me for the
things you fantasize about. If you’re a good little girl, I might
give you some relief when that time comes. So, I suggest you play
nice.” He planted a hot kiss on the side of my neck and then cold
air rushed in against my back and replaced him.
EXCERPT
FIVE
She
reached up, tucked her hair behind her ear, and bit at her lip like
she knew what I was thinking. She closed her eyes and sighed when I
ran my thumb across her bottom lip.
“I
think I want to kiss you.”
There.
I’d said it. It was out there and there was no taking it back. I
hadn’t kissed a girl since I was fourteen. Mainly because it felt
entirely too personal, but with Patience I wanted to be personal. I
wanted to taste her in ways I hadn’t tasted other women, and
kissing was the only way I could do that.
Her
eyes widened, and her throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed
hard. Her breathing accelerated as I gave her a minute to let my
words sink it. If she wasn’t okay with being kissed good and hard,
I was giving her plenty of time to say so. I had a feeling that once
my mouth connected with hers it would take a lot for me to stop.
“I
think I want you to kiss me,” she whispered.
I
looked down at her sweet mouth and bit at my lip ring. I tilted her
head up to meet mine and moved in. I let my lips skim hers and they
were every bit as soft as they looked. A tiny noise escaped her mouth
and I lost it.
Welcome to the official cover reveal of
Warrior Unleashed
Book 1.5 in the Mythrian Realm series! When
Breaking the Nexus released on 12/12/12, readers fell in love
with the Mythrian Realm and clamored for more. Since the follow up,
Waking the Phoenix won’t be ready until sometime this
summer, I knew I had to give readers a taste of Mythria.
Warrior Unleashed, a novella
featuring Sha’s half brother, will be released on May 7! This
novella is set entirely in the Mythrian Realm and while the hero and
heroine are not Sha and Connor, I think you’ll all fall in love
with this couple. Find out what happens when the sexy panther
Chimerae, Achaius Rilke, must team up with feisty Gaelen Sorceri Saia
Makan in this action packed novella!
Without further ado, I present the
gorgeous cover designed by Blue
Harvest Creative!
Blurb:
Nothing
is more dangerous than a warrior unleashed.
When
Sentinels begin dying under mysterious circumstances, the deaths are
believed to be unrelated. Only one man sees the truth: an unknown
enemy is targeting the elite group of warriors and no one is safe. As
a panther Chimerae, Achaius Rilke recognizes the signs of an
unpredictable predator. The only person he can trust is Saia Makan,
the tempestuous Sorceri who has driven him crazy for years. But when
the killer has set his sights on Saia, Achaius faces the hunt of his
life.
Don’t miss the first book,
Breaking the Nexus, available now on Amazon,
Barnes and Noble, and in paperback!
Blurb:
A warrior trying to save humans. A
detective searching for a killer. And a powerful romance neither
expected.
Throughout history, myths and legends
of extraordinary creatures have been told and retold. Fantastic tales
of demons and banshees, gryphons and dragons, and of course, magic.
Stories that every child grows to learn are nothing more than
fantasy…or are they?
Beyond the world you see lies a hidden
realm, the Mythrian Realm, inhabited by all of the creatures you’ve
been told are mere fiction. Only one thing lies between humans and
the truth: the Nexus. A magical barrier erected millennia ago to
separate the two realms, it has stood the test of time. Until now.
For Mythrian Sha Phoenix, magic is
nothing new. But when she stumbles upon a portal on the verge of
collapse, her fate will forever change. Pulled through the portal
into the Human Realm, she lands in the middle of Detective Connor
Flynn’s brutal murder scene. Soon it is obvious someone is using
blood magic to try to bring down the Nexus. Together, Connor and Sha
must work to unravel the secrets before the barrier falls and the
realms collide.
The Nexus is breaking and all hell is
about to unleash…literally.
I am a wife, a programmer, and now an author. I have an adorable mini
Schnauzer and more books than I have room for. I love reading romance
because no matter what may be happening in my life, I can always
count on my books to end happily ever after. The day I met my husband
was the day I truly began believing in happily ever after. After
hearing me complain a few too many times that I had “nothing” to
read despite the hundreds of paperbacks scattered around the house,
my husband began suggesting I write my own stories. When I finally
took his advice I discovered that although I enjoy my day job as a
software engineer, my true calling is to be an author.
My sister drilled into me an appreciation for fantasy and mythology,
something I try to bring to my books. My debut novel, Breaking the
Nexus started as a book written for NaNoWriMo and has grown to so
much more. It was the conduit that introduced me to a fantastic group
of independent authors who have changed my life in unimaginable ways.
When I’m not writing, I’ve found a passion for blogging and
interviewing fellow authors. I also love reading, baking, crochet,
sewing sock monkeys, playing video games, and all sorts of random
crafts. I have an incurable love of rubber duckies and stuffed
animals, and I believe nobody should have to grow up if they don’t
want.
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