#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Rites of Spring – J. V. Speyer @JVSpeyer

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JVJ. V. Speyer has lived in upstate New York and rural Catalonia before settling in the greater Boston area. She has worked in archaeology, security, accountancy, finance, and non-profit management. She currently lives just south of Boston in a house old enough to remember when her town was a tavern community with a farming problem. (No, really. John Adams complained about it. A lot.)
When not writing, J. V. enjoys watching baseball and seeking out all of New England’s creepiest spots. Her Spawn has turned her into a hockey enthusiast. She can be bribed with gin, tequila, and cats.

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RitesTitle: Rites of Spring (Rites #1)
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Suspense

Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.
When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years — if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.
Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

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Cameron hesitated. Okay, so Reid had gotten something right. Cameron hadn’t ever believed in psychics before, but he couldn’t doubt the evidence he saw before him. Not unless he was willing to believe in a conspiracy of a whole host of people, former lovers and his closest friends, all aimed at him. No one had any real incentive to do that to him. “My grandfather,” he said. “Catherine’s father.” He took a deep breath. “We’d lost touch, over the years. I think he might have tried to raise some concerns with the state, when we were young.” His hands wanted to shake, but he refused to let them. “We didn’t see him after that. He tried to get custody of me and David after … but anyway, he wasn’t able to and we didn’t hear from him again.” He made himself shrug and looked away.
“So he left you the house?” Jason leaned forward.
“Who else was he going to leave it to? I was the last grandkid standing.” Cameron snorted. “What’s your obsession with the house? There’s nothing special about it. It’s a duplex. It’s an old duplex. It’s got some nice wide plank flooring, I think, and the windows on the second floor are pretty sweet. That’s about it.”
“I don’t know.” Reid shrugged. “I think you’re in danger, in that house. I don’t know why. I saw a lot of blood. How long has it been in your family?”
“My great-grandfather bought it when he retired and sold his fishing boat.” Cameron closed his eyes. “I think that might have been in the 1950s. It could have been earlier, I’m not positive. My grandfather inherited it from him, and then I got it from him.”
“Did anyone ever die in that house?” Jason munched on a French fry, like this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having.
“It was built in the 1850s. I’m sure plenty of people died in that house. People got sick and died like a game of Oregon Trail back then.” Cameron rolled his eyes. “It’s not haunted.”
“Even if it were, those kinds of deaths wouldn’t be enough to give me a premonition all the way down in South Carolina. They’re not connected to your family, and this is the kind of case that almost always has some kind of family connection. Do you think maybe your mother reached out to warn me, from beyond the grave?”
Cameron laughed. He laughed so hard he had to prop his elbows on the table and hold his head up with his hands. “No,” he said, when he could speak again. He knew that his companions, and most of the other people in the restaurant, were looking at him like he’d lost his mind, and right now he didn’t care. “No. Catherine wouldn’t have crossed the street to spit on me if I was on fire. Hell, she’d have poured gasoline on.” He took a deep breath. Teixeira family drama wasn’t these guys’ business. “But she certainly didn’t die in the house, and she hadn’t been back there in a good eighteen years before she died.”
Jason bit his lip. It was an adorable look on him, Cameron realized, and in that moment he kind of hated Reid for bringing up just how long it had been for him. The last person he needed to be thinking about was Jason Tighe. “What was your mo – what was Catherine in for?”
Cameron had to give Jason some credit for the switch. “Murder,” he said, turning slightly to address Jason directly. “She killed my sister, Ashley.” If he didn’t look at the remains of the burger on Jason’s plate, maybe he wouldn’t have to see Ashley’s blood spilling out onto the dirty carpet again. “But it wasn’t in that house. Until I inherited it, I hadn’t set foot in it since I was about seven.”
“Huh.” Reid lifted his eyebrows for a second and then turned back to his drink. “I’d really like to take a look at your place. Just to take a look around.”
Cameron rolled his head back and blew the air out of his lungs. “I don’t believe in ghosts. My house isn’t haunted. Nothing’s going on there that would put me in danger. I mean I’ll buy your whole psychic … thing … I guess. I don’t necessarily get it, but I don’t have to. But ghosts? Come on. Next thing you’ll want me to believe in is werewolves.”
Jason chuckled. “There’s a whole wide, wonderful world out there of which the general public is blissfully unaware. How about if we stick with the facts, and you can draw your own conclusions about what’s going on when everything shakes out?” He sipped from his beer. “Have you been having problems with the place? Issues with the wiring, maybe?”
Cameron rolled his eyes. “It’s been windy. Everyone in the neighborhood’s had a few brownouts.”
Reid bobbed his head from side to side. “How about the plumbing?”
“DPW was flushing out a water main upstream after a break. I called.” Okay, so water was usually brown after a water main break, not red, but they’d admitted to problems and that was good enough for Cameron.
Jason grinned in triumph. “So there have been problems.”
Cameron fixed him with a look. “Once. And it had a perfectly reasonable explanation.”
Reid gave him another one of those gentle smiles. “Look. You accept the idea that I’m psychic, right? So there wouldn’t be any harm in letting me look around the place just to make sure.”
“This is a bad idea.” Cameron glared at both of them. “I’ve had to call the police on both of you. One of you twice,” he added with an extra glower for Jason, who blew a kiss at him in return.

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Shadow Caster – Debbie Cassidy @authordcassidy

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DebbieDebbie Cassidy lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes Urban Fantasy, Fantasy and Reverse Harem Fantasy. All her books contain plenty of action, romance and twisty plots.

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Shadow CasterTitle: Shadow Caster (The Nightwatch Academy #1)
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Murdering humans is a huge no-no and comes with an off-with-your-head sentence. Doesn’t matter if you don’t remember doing the crime.
I killed a human, and no, it wasn’t on purpose, but that shit doesn’t matter to the council. I’m facing death. So, when I’m offered a deal to avoid execution, I’d be a fool not to take it, even if it means leaving the human world and urban life behind to enroll in the Nightwatch Academy – a gothic monstrosity hidden from human eyes, located way too close to the largest tear in the fabric of our reality.
It would be fun if I had any inclination of becoming a member of the Watch or supporting the shadow knights at keeping the Formorian threat at bay. But heck, the monsters beyond the mist aren’t my problem. I have personal demons to deal with.
Once I’m out, the Watch can shove it.
But one sip from the ceremonial goblet and my plans to coast are out of the window as my powers spark to life.
I’m an anomaly, one the Watch won’t be letting walk any time soon.
My only comfort is a man who prides himself on his ability to harness pain. Battle scarred and formidable, he’s my tutor, my mentor, and the object of some super saucy dreams. He’s completely off limits and my only hope of surviving my first test.
I’ll need to harness my powers fast.
There can be no distractions.
But when my fellow cadets start going missing then returning with no memory of who they used to be and my best friend is taken, turning a blind eye is no longer an option.
Allies are limited when you’re a freak. Luckily, I don’t need a cheer squad to get shit done. Whoever is responsible better watch out. I’m coming for them, and I’ll be bringing the pain.
The Vampire Academy meets Game of Thrones in this kick-ass, supernatural academy, Urban Fantasy Romance.

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“Wake up, Indie.”
A hand landed on my shoulder and had the audacity to give it a shake.
Fuck off was the desired response, but the word that came out was harrumph.
“Indie, come on. You promised you wouldn’t miss today.”
Today? Oh, yeah, the team exercise, as in there is no I in team, as in I didn’t give a shit. But the exam was the last lesson of the evening, and my bio clock told me the sun had only just set.
Still, Minnie’s shadow loomed over me, and the heat of her gorgon glare burned holes in the back of my head.
“The whole day, Indie. You promised to do a whole day.” She reminded me with that stern edge to her tone, which told me that ten-inch-thick steel would break before she would.
Me and my big mouth. Maybe if I faked sickness, she’d piss off and leave me be. Going to shitty classes was the last thing I wanted to do tonight.
I coughed and made a gagging sound.
“Nah-uh,” she said. “The whole frickin’ day and the exam. You skip the test, and we all get a fail. And you don’t want me to fail, do you?”
Urgh. Emotional blackmail, which coming from anyone else I’d be immune to. I rolled onto my back and stared at the pixie-cute woman looking down at me. Her crimson bob grazed her delicate jaw as she leaned over me, and her wide jade eyes were hard with determination.
Over the last two months, I’d learned three things about Minnie Faraday. First, that she wasn’t a stuck-up arsehole like the rest of the Faraday family. Second, she had a soft spot for kittens, and anything small and furry, and third—the most important—that she did not take no for an answer.
Trust me, I’d tried to keep her at a distance. I mean, sharing a room with her didn’t mean we had to be friends. I didn’t need or want any friends here. But Minnie had decided that’s exactly what we were going to be, and she’d pursued me unrelentingly until she’d worn me down.
So, here we were. Two friends in a glare off. One I knew I was about to lose, because yeah, I’d promised not to skip out on the simulation today. Team exercises were graded based on team performance, if one member was a no show, the whole team suffered.
I closed my eyes and blew out a breath. “Fine. Give me five minutes, and I’ll meet you in the lobby.
“Five.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’ll be back to get you if you don’t show.”
I flashed my teeth at her. “Have I ever let you down, pixie -boo?”
“Do not call me that.” She crossed her arms. “You know I hate it.” She sniffed.
“Riiight. So, you just wrote it in the back of your notebook and decorated it with tiny flowers for no reason then?”
She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times and then took a deep breath. “Five minutes.”
She grabbed her book bag and headed out of the room.
The door didn’t slam behind her.
Not too pissed off then.

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Married to the Lord – Samantha Holt

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SamanthaUSA Today bestselling author Samantha Holt lives in a small village in England with her twin girls and a dachshund called Duke. If you’re not sure where to start why not try…
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marriedtothelord2Title: Married to the Lord (The Wallflower Brides, #2)
Genres: Adult, Historical, Romance

Waiting for one’s fiancé to set a date is never fun. Especially when it has now officially been years. Particularly when one is a veritable wallflower with little chance of anything better coming along. More so when said fiancé’s brother is paying particular attention to one’s life and causing all sorts of confusing emotions.
All Miss Augusta Snow wants is for Evan to return home and set the date. If that means trying as hard as she can to break out of her quiet temperament to gain his attention, then she’ll do her best.
But it seems she’s attracted the wrong brother’s attention…
The brooding Miles Stanton, Viscount Ashwick has always been quietly fascinating to her. She knows he was a little less than a gentleman in his past but she cannot help be intrigued now that he is showing interest in her wellbeing.
He only intended to protect his brother’s interests…
Miles always had a soft spot for Gus. However, everyone knew she was meant for his brother and all he wants is for her to be happy—especially with the specters of his past hanging over him and guaranteeing to bring trouble. He has to protect Augusta from doing something silly and somehow persuade Evan to cease being a fool and return home.
All the while ignoring his feelings for her…
Augusta’s plans to show Evan that she is not just some dull wallflower seemed doomed to fail and now Miles is back in her life and behaving…well…strangely. She cannot help but wonder if she has been hanging her hopes on the wrong brother this whole time.

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They strolled in silence for a while. A gentle breeze brushed the ribbons of her bonnet, sending them curling around her face. She swept them aside with a little annoyed grunt and Miles tucked his hands behind his back to resist the temptation of sorting them out for her. When they came to where the path branched off and too far away from the party for their time together to be proper, Miles stopped. Augusta looked at him expectantly with dark eyes that made him wonder if she could see inside his soul—see quite how dirty and black it was. Though, she should have figured that out by now. There were few good men who would kiss their brother’s fiancé.
“I must apologize for that night…”
She blinked at him. “What night?”
The words hurt, jabbing straight into his heart like a pointed spear. Surely she remembered?
He cleared his throat. “The night where I…uh…kissed you.”
“Oh.”
Her lips formed a lovely ‘o’ shape that made him want to take her face in his hands again and kiss her until he had her knees trembling and her body capitulated to him. Damn it. He shouldn’t have walked this far or taken this long to gather his courage. It would be far too easy to slip off somewhere without anyone noticing. He could dirty her skirts and muss her hair to his heart’s content.
God, he really was a cad.
“Anyway, I wanted you to know that I regret that action. Deeply. You…you are my brother’s fiancé.” His throat tightened over those last words. “Even if you were not, to kiss you like that, in public…it was utterly unacceptable.”
“I see.”
“You do not forgive me?” He shook his head and smiled. “Of course you do not. And I have no right to expect it.” He eyed her. “Gus, how is it you can make a man feel even more heartily ashamed of himself with but two words?”
“I do not mean to make you feel ashamed, I swear it.” She plucked a leaf from a nearby tree and twined it between her fingers, keeping her gaze lowered.
“I think perhaps you take a little pleasure in it.”
She lifted her head. “You tease me!” She flung aside the leaf. “You know I would never take pleasure in such a thing.”
“Perhaps.” He gave a half-smile. “But at least then I get a response from you.”

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Fangs and Frenemies – Cherry Andrews

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Cherry

Cherry Andrews loves a good scone, a good book, and curling up with her cats by the fireplace.
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FangsandFrenemies.v2-Final.v2Title: Fangs and Frenemies: A Blue Moon Bay Cozy Mystery (Witches with Anxiety, #1)
Genres: Adult, Cozy Mystery, Paranormal

A socially awkward bobcat shifter.
An ex-cheerleading vampire.
A sweet—but slightly neurotic—cupcake-baking witch.
They fight crime?
When the case of a missing mean girl throws Hazel back into contact with two old classmates, it’s time for these supernatural frenemies to set aside past grudges and help clear each other’s names.
But in the cloudy, romantic beach town of Blue Moon Bay, Oregon, it seems nearly everyone’s guarding a secret.
And they all involve magic of one kind of another.
Will these three women, who normally can’t stand each other, crack the mystery of what really happened to Hazel’s old bully, Ashlee—or is their effort cursed to fail?

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Blue Moon Bay’s “antique” cast-iron street lamps were brand spanking new, but you’d never know it to look at the hideous things.
The town’s latest bid to charm tourists, the lamps blazed with an eerie orange glow that only stoked my anxiety as I sped past Ocean Street’s deserted bistros, yarn shops, and taffy stands at dawn.
Come hex or high water, I could not be late for work again.
Not today, when Grandma Sage was counting on me to bake a very special wedding cake. Raspberry crémeux, three tiers of it, draped with glossy fondant. A cake that had to taste like heaven and look pretty enough to grace a magazine cover. Literally, since our bride’s swanky reception would be featured in Oregon Coast Bride.
But the baking was … well, cake, compared with the other task Gran expected of me. Like her own grandmother before her, she imbued each wedding cake with a signature magical marriage blessing. As her apprentice witch, it was my job to assist with the spell.
A tough spell that called for deepest focus.
Bleary-eyed, I guzzled milky coffee from the to-go cup balanced between my knees. No doubt binging Netflix last night, cuddled up with my new boyfriend, was a bad life choice. But Bryson and I had only been dating since summer, and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me melted my brain every time.
I was still daydreaming about Bryson’s soft, full lips when Trixie, my ancient VW Rabbit, hit a red light at the corner outside Java Kitty Café.
“Check them out, doll,” she exclaimed, speaking telepathically straight to me. “How come their parking lot’s full at 6 AM while I’m sittin’ alone in our dinky lot? What are they putting in that coffee, cocaine?”
“I don’t know, Trix.” Just the sight of Java Kitty’s pink neon sign—a smug cat outline with winking eyes—sizzled my blood. Ever since their grand opening a month ago, the trendy new café had been a real burr in my boot.
I’d made a point of avoiding the place, of course. Wouldn’t want to look like I was spying on the competition. But here we were, stuck at the light, and it was hard not to peek through the window . . . seeing as how the entire wall was window.
Sleek design, I must admit.
Inside, Java Kitty’s modern-looking dining room bustled with Type A early birds. I was stung by the sight of familiar faces—former regulars at Sage’s—leaning across the modern white counters. Happily typing and texting. Morning shows lit up jumbo flat-screens on the wall behind them. A smiling barista, gliding by on a Hoverboard, offered nibbles from a pastry tray.
My stomach sank. No wonder they were picking off our customers. What chance did we have against a Hoverboard?
“Now that’s how it’s done, doll-face.” Trixie sounded way too impressed. “You might want to take a few notes.”
I gritted my teeth. “More driving, less chatting, please.”
Trixie went silent, so silent I could suddenly hear the engine. Her primitive spirit was hardwired into the car, though, so I could still sense her sulking. If experience held, she’d drive passive-aggressively for the next mile and then go right back to yakking.
It was times like this I bemoaned not having a cat for a familiar, or one of those cute owls. But you don’t get to choose your familiars, like you don’t choose your family. In Trixie’s case, when I won a used car in a business card drawing at the Blue Moon Bay Area Green Witch pancake breakfast, I won her into the bargain. A year later we were still struggling to find our groove together.
Trying to calm my nerves, I averted my eyes from the turncoats—er, customers—back to the street. The blasted light was yellow again.
“I’m late,” I begged the car. “I can’t play games with you this morning.”
Trixie hesitated, then floored it.
As her front wheels entered the intersection, a flash of khaki uniform appeared on Java Kitty’s patio. Sheriff Gantry’s hawk eyes clocked me from behind his to-go latté cup. Et tu, sheriff?
Trixie slammed on the brakes. They screeched. I yelped as hot coffee lurched into my lap, scalding my stomach through my knit top. It rivered down my jean skirt and onto the floor mat.
As I drove the rest of the way to work drenched and coffee stained, I silently cursed the Third Vow of a Green Witch, “Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks to Augment Thine Appearance.”
The first two were way more reasonable.
“Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks To Commit Murder.” Well, duh.
And “Thou Shalt Use Magicks to Cause A Person to Fall in Love.” I wasn’t a monster.
I just didn’t see why conjuring a clean, dry outfit should get me bounced from the sisterhood.
But whatever, rules were rules.

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : The Last Huntsman – Page Morgan @PageMorganBooks

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PagePage is the author of THE BEAUTIFUL AND THE CURSED, THE LOVELY AND THE LOST, and THE WONDROUS AND THE WICKED, young adult gothic thrillers critically acclaimed by Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Kirkus, School Library Journal, VOYA, and The Bulletin. Page’s novels have been an IndieNext selection, a Seventeen Magazine Summer Book Club Read, and a #1 Amazon bestseller. Her next book, THE LAST HUNTSMAN, is a reimagining of the Huntsman and Magic Mirror from the tale of Snow White. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and their three daughters, an English Pointer, an arrogant cat, two boring bearded dragons, a one-eared bunny, a bunch of chickens, and during the summer and fall, their neighbor’s two sweet horses.

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MAIORTitle: The Last Huntsman
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult

No women. No children. No torture. The Huntsman has his rules.
For years, Tobin has done his emperor’s bidding, eliminating threats to the Empire of Morvansk. But when he is ordered to kill the lovely Princess Mara, Tobin’s absolute loyalty ends. The emperor’s punishment is swift and lethal, and Tobin is left with only one desire: vengeance.
Stay quiet. Stay hidden. Stay free. These are the rules Ever lives by.
Raised as a boy by her overprotective father, Ever has something the Morvansk emperor covets: mirror magic. With it, she can see anyone, anywhere, through the mirror’s glass. The emperor stole her mother years ago for this same magic, and now, he wants Ever, too.
When Ever’s mirror shows the wounded rebel huntsman approaching her village, she’s compelled to help him. But as Tobin and Ever grow closer, and their secrets intertwine, they’ll have to follow the rules they’ve always lived by—or break free from them, once and for all.

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“They’ve probably come looking for girls. Girls your age, Ever. Your mother always worried he’d come for her, and perhaps for you. She swore she’d never break, that she’d never tell Frederic our plans for where I’d hide you should he take her away…but if she did, if she was finally forced to tell him…” He trailed off and let go of my arm. “Stay hidden.”
Perhaps it was a trick of the moonlight, but as my father turned to leave the barn, I thought I saw his eyes glistening.
“I’ll hide her,” the huntsman said. Father brushed past him without a response and ran for the tavern.
“Don’t you have something more important to do?” I asked, fighting the shivers attacking my arms and legs. The very thing my father had feared for sixteen years was unfolding in the streets of Rooks Hollow.
“Why is your father so worried Frederic is here for you?” he asked as he followed me into the loft.
The huntsman was right. Father was worried. He was overacting. The women were just screaming because that’s what women did—they screamed.
“The only reason you’re here in Rooks Hollow is for this moment,” I said. “For when Frederic will come rolling through the streets and you can get revenge for what happened to your family. Aren’t you?”
“Yes!” he said in a low whisper. “But if you’re in some kind of danger—”
“He’s here because of his daughter’s murder. My father is wrong; he’s not here for me.”
The huntsman shook his head of dark curls. “That’s what he wants everyone to believe.” He paused, closing his eyes, his long, black lashes pressed against his pale skin. “He’s not here for that reason, Ever. I don’t know why he’s here, in Klaven. I don’t know why he wants to invade. But I do know it’s not because of what happened to the princess.”
I stared at him, speechless. If Frederic wasn’t here for that reason…
“You told me your father despises the emperor. And now he’s half crazed with worry that Frederic and his warriors are here to seek you out. You,” he said. “Why?”
The sounds of splintering wood, peals of metal and steel, bells ringing and glass shattering joined the screaming in the village. I worried that the tavern was being ransacked. That father was in danger.
“It’s nothing I can tell you about,” I answered. “Not right now, Huntsman. Please.”
We both froze as the clinking of metal echoed through the meadow. Toward the barn.
“If Frederic isn’t here to avenge his daughter’s murder,” I whispered.
“Then he’s here searching for something else,” he finished.
Ice crackled through my veins. Father might have been right after all.
The clinking metal—armor, I realized—grew louder. The huntsman took my hand and pulled me to the stack of hay in the eaves of the loft. The stack I used for bedding, the one I used to hide the silver mirror. He hurried to part the loose hay with both of his arms, though I knew it was heavy and must have been straining his injury.
I bent down to help him create a crevice for me to crawl into. It was like a small burrow as I wiggled my way in. He started to cover back up the opening, but I grasped his hand.
“No! You’re of Morvansk. Your marking. If these warriors find you…you’ve abandoned them. They’ll kill you.” I tugged at his arm. “Hide with me.”
Hiding wasn’t something he wanted to do. I saw it in the wounded pride flashing over his expression. He was disgusted by the mere thought of it. But he stared at my fingers, gripped tightly around his. With the muscles in his jaw jumping, he lifted the loose mound of hay some more and climbed into the burrow with me.
Heavy footfalls of armored feet clattered on the floorboards of the barn. Hilda snorted a nasty greeting, and the hens and goats were unrelenting in their abuse. We tangled arms and smacked wrists as we worked to fill the opening in the hay. It was pitch black inside the mound when the ladder leading to the loft rattled. There were no voices. No one shouting orders. I wondered if only one warrior had entered the barn.
The huntsman positioned his body on top of mine, my face buried in his neck. His skin smelled of sweet hay and sweat. His chest was tight against mine, his arms a cage around me, his legs bracketing mine. It was as if he wanted to bear the brunt of an attack should the warrior spear the hay with a pitchfork or sword. I tried to pay attention to the sounds of the armored warrior lifting himself into the loft, but with the huntsman’s body adhered to mine, it was impossible. The rapid beat of his heart slammed out of rhythm with my own. I stopped breathing as the scrape of metal and the warrior’s aggravated breaths penetrated the oppressive hay piled atop of us. Every muscle in his body constricted, pinning me tighter. Holding me closer.
Something like fire erupted in the pit of my stomach and spread to the lowest spaces between my hips. I closed my eyes and listened as the warrior approached the haystack. Any moment now, I expected the tines of a pitchfork, or the point of a blade, to come stabbing through, our shield as flimsy as a breath of wind.
The warrior lingered, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. I lay rigid beneath the huntsman, his hot, even breaths warming the side of my head. He was so silent. So calm.
At long last, the warrior’s footsteps retreated to the ladder. The huntsman’s muscles relaxed as the warrior jumped off the last rung and crashed to the barn floor. I began to breathe again when the sounds of armor faded, but my breaths were short and fast.
“Wait another moment,” he whispered, his lips close to mine. I remembered them with vividness; the two sharp crests of his upper lip, the fullness of his lower lip.
The tips of our noses met. Neither of us drew back or apologized. We stayed there like that, breathing into each other, as the chaos in the streets began to recede. Or perhaps my ears were only tricking me. It felt like the world was shrinking, molding itself around us as we hid there in the hay.
“You’re safe, Ever,” he said, our lips lightly touching.
“I didn’t say I was afraid.”

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Alpha Bully – Renee Rose @ReneeRoseAuthor

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Today I’m on the ‘Alpha Bully’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
To promote this book I have some ‘basic’ information, excerpt and a giveaway for you.

About the Author :

ReneeUSA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking alpha hero! She’s sold over a half million copies of steamy romance with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA Today’s Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy’s Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She’s hit the USA Today list five times with various anthologies.

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Synopsis :

1AlphaBullyTitle: Alpha Bully
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

USA Today bestselling author Renee Rose delivers on this intense bully romance with a paranormal twist.

SHE RUINED EVERYTHING… I WILL MAKE HER PAY.
Her mom robbed my dad of his job. Destroyed his life.
Now I have to look at her every day.
The girl next door. A human. A hot little nerd.
She doesn’t belong here—not in Wolf Ridge,
not at our high school, definitely not in my life.
She doesn’t know what I am.
Which makes it all the easier to take revenge.
I will bring her to her knees. Pierce her heart.
Make her bleed. For me.
All for me.

NOTE: This New Adult book features steamy scenes with characters over eighteen and is for an audience that is also over eighteen.

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Cole

It’s past midnight when I wake up. My window’s open, moonlight streaming in.
That wasn’t what woke me, though.
It wasn’t the pain of the beating, either. That’s already half-healed. By tomorrow it will be nothing.
That’s the thing about wolf discipline. It’s more about dominance and humiliation than actual pain. Casey and I aren’t in real danger.
But that doesn’t mean the shit doesn’t hurt.
I rub the stubble on my chin and blink into the darkness. There’s a tug on my wolf, pulling me to the window. And I know exactly what I’m going to see when I look out.
Even so, my heart stutters.
The little human is standing outside. Standing underneath my window, looking up.
Like she’s waiting for me and she knew I’d come. Prickles run across my skin.
She’s in the same dress she wore today⁠—another short one, blue and white stripes. She lost the Converse, though. She’s barefooted on the crushed granite. Which must hurt her tender human feet.
I’m in gym shorts. I pull on a black tank top as I stare down at her.
She’s standing there like a fucking tribute. A virginal offering.
She must really feel guilty.
I shove the window open and pop the screen out. It’s not the first time I’ve climbed out this window, but I try not to make it look too easy when I scale across the patio overhang and drop to the gravel in front of her. “Hey.”
She’s crying. Silent tears that streak down her pale cheeks. I wonder if she ever stopped. If she’s been leaking those salty tears since she saw the ugliness that is my dad shit-faced. The scent of her tears does something to me. Makes me itchy and raw, with the need to smash things with my fists.
“Stop it.” I sound menacing. I’m not sorry. She silently called me out here. She’s gonna get what she gets. I advance on her like a fucking predator.
She backs up. She must sense how dangerous I am right now. How unhinged.
“Was it because of me?”
Of course it was because of her. But I’m not going to say that. That shit isn’t her fault.
Instead, I growl, “Stop crying for me.”
Her big brown eyes are wide. I wonder how well she can see me in the dark. Not nearly as well as I can see her.
“Stop it,” I command. “I’m the one who got the beatdown.”
“Cole.” It’s a broken syllable. So much emotion packed into one sound. Apology. Pleading. Desperation, even.
My control snaps. I snatch her face up to mine with a hand behind her head and devour her mouth. It tastes like all the emotion I heard.
Except more.
I savor gratitude and soft, supple generosity. Pent up anger. Grief.
Desire.
I scoop my forearm under her ass to pick her up and slam her back against the tan stucco of her house.
She opens her lips for me, lets me in. It’s not how I imagined it.
It’s better.
More raw. Sweeter, even though I’m fucking brutal with my attack. Her lips twist over mine with the same intensity, her nails claw into my bare shoulders. I shove the bulge of my cock in the cradle of her legs, even though I know it will probably scare the shit out of her.

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#BookBlitzTour #XpressoBookTours @XpressoTours / #Excerpt and #GiveAway : Pestilence – Klarissa King @klarissaking1

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Today I’m on the ‘Tides of Time’ blogtour, organised by Xpresso Book Tours.
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About the Author :

KlarissaWhen not writing, Klarissa can be found in bed poring over a great new release, or reluctantly walking her demanding dogs who pretty much run the house.
She is the writer, Isla Jones. Isla uses the pen-name Klarissa for fantasy, while using Isla Jones for her darker, grittier horror works to help separate the styles and genres for her readers.
To contact Klarissa King, find her here.
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Synopsis :

PestTitle: Pestilence (Feared Fables #3)
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Retelling

For centuries, Pestilence has tried to fall out of love with Death—the reason for her curse. But with her heart and mind at odds, humanity’s fate doesn’t stand a chance in her cold, grey hands.
Pestilence and Shadow, her trusted steed, walk the earth to deliver plagues upon the humans. But when they wake to a world they don’t recognise, Pestilence must learn to navigate the advanced technology of the humans and evade their interest in her.
It isn’t long until videos of her destruction are spread across the human world.
Soon, Pestilence finds herself with more than just her steed as her shadow. Now, the humans and Death are tracking her to the ends of the earth.
This mission is different. There’s a new Horserider, War, whose bloodthirst can only be matched by Pestilence’s, and he carries with him a past so mysterious that Pestilence suspects he hasn’t come to end just the humans, but her, too.
And Death, after centuries, suddenly yearns for her again.
Something is different about this mission. Something is different about the Horseriders.
And it’s something Pestilence must uncover if she’s to outlive the species she loathes so much and survive whatever malevolence Death and War are brewing.
The end has come … but for who?
Third Book in the ANTHOLOGY series, Feared Fables.

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Excerpt :

Thousands of years should have warned me away from Death, but once his chilling arms wrap around me in the cold, familiar embrace, I melt.
I succumb to him all over again.

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