Code Name: Fox / Mind Games by A.L. Kessler and Mia Bishop ~ Cover Reveal and Character Interviews

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Code Name: Fox

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Mind Games

Novella Set One of

The Syndicate

Series Blurb:

Paranormal creatures have stepped into the light of the human world and with them comes a dark secret. The Syndicate Council controls the mafia families and all organized crime, but there is something worse on the horizon.

The Agency was put in place to police the paranormal mafia for the protection of mankind in a way that human law enforcement isn’t able to. Their missions revolve creating a safe world for both humans and paranormal beings to coexist peacefully, but behind the curtain a more sinister plan is put into place by an ancient radical leader determined to regain his lost power.

Who can stop a demigod hell bent on creating a new empire and crushing those he feels are beneath him?

The paranormal mafia has the answer: The Syndicate.

Despite the façade of crime and corruption, the Syndicate uses the mafia to keep balance in a brutal world torn apart by crime, hatred, segregation, and corruption. Their goal: To take down The Agency at all costs. 

Code Name: Fox

Character Interview with Zeek

Have you ever been tempted to switch sides and work with the Agency?

I’ve thought about it. Before, it was all about money and motivation. I gave up my land and gold for a chance at immortality. The agency once offered to give me back what I lost in gold, plus inflation. It was tempting until I learned who was behind it all.

Do you mind telling us how old you are?

Not old enough to have been there for the feud between the twins, but old enough to see the ancient ways crumble and give way to a more modern society.

What made you trust Skye?

Something that would normally get an agent or a Syndicate member killed…her naivety. It’d been a long time since I’ve seen someone act on their willingness to help others.

Do you prefer life with the paranormal creatures being out in the open or did you like things better when you all were in hiding?

When we were hiding we could get away with a lot more. Now that we’re out in the open, it’s harder to handle things our way. It also pathed the way for old enemies to surface and create things, such as the Agency.

Will your empire within the Syndicate expand to take on new territories or are you happy with the power you have now?

I’m always expanding my…territories. The more drug lands I can take over and control the better. The more that humans are pushed out of the drug trafficking game, the safer everyone will be. I’ll be holding interviews and interrogations soon for more dealers to work under me and run new areas. 

Blurb:

Shifter, Skye Lannister, takes a job at the Agency in hopes to help her kind, but the Agency isn’t what it seems. Caught by the vampire Syndicate council member, Zeek, Skye starts to question what she was thinking taking the job. When Zeek urges her to look deeper into the Agency, Skye learns that the company is hiding dark secrets and menacing plans.

Zeek Fuchs, Syndicate Council member, vampire, drug lord, and overall badass wasn’t prepared to protect the shifter he caught hacking his systems. The naïve woman took the job on a whim and had no idea she was carrying out dangerous orders. When assassins start attacking, things heat up as the two fight to keep her alive. 

Mind Games

Character Interview with Liam

You’re on the mafia side of this battle, why? Why not Agency? 

For me, it all boils down to loyalty. I am loyal to my pack, I’m loyal to my kind. The Agency isn’t looking out for our best interests, they are a political tool trying to dominate everyone and everything. And you know what they say about absolute power, right?

What drew you to Reagan? 

As cliche as it might sound, I was drawn to her. There was something there, in her aura that I could sense and I knew I had to protect her.

What is your favorite way to dispose of a dead agent? 

Any way that leaves no trace. I’m not a fan of cement shoes and tossing them in the river, bodies always have a way of popping back up. I’d say if you’re gonna do the job, do it right. Dissolve the body, bones and all. Or set the corpse on fire and grind down everything that remains into dust.

What does it feel like to shift? 

I imagine it must feel similar to an electrical shock. It’s painful, disorienting, more than a bit stressful when you are first getting the hang of it, but over time you grow accustomed to it, now I’d equate it to a very strong electrical pulse. The pain has faded for me over the years.

What do you drink after a long day? 

Glendalough 13-Year Single Malt Irish Whiskey, neat, with a water back; unless it’s been a stressful day and then you’d just better hit me with the whole bottle and save the water for the morning.

Blurb:

Agency or Syndicate? Most witches are freelance, but being a psychic witch makes Reagan Silas valuable to the Agency's Protection and Security Division which is home to the Psychic Interrogation Unit. Since the supernatural world made itself known to the humans a few short years ago, the Agency and their mission of helping control the supernatural while protecting the humans, has been her only purpose in life. Untrained in physical magic, Reagan's talents as a witch are only a benefit in the Mindscape of those she interrogates for the Agency.  Her world is upended when her interrogation of the Alpha of the O'Conner pack goes terribly wrong. When all fingers point to Reagan she is faced with a cold hard truth; she's alone in this world. Without the Agency what is she?

Liam O'Conner, alpha of his pack, never expected to find himself wanting to protect the woman who tried to use his dead wife against him in his own mind. But after he is injured during her interrogations he gets word of the Agency suspending Reagan, and he makes it his mission to stay close. The person responsible for his injuries during Reagan's interrogation is still on the loose and Liam knows it's only a matter of time before this other psychic takes him out. Reagan is his best chance at survival and salvation. Can he make her see what the Agency is really up to? Or will she never get over her past trauma with werewolves to trust him?

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Mia Bishop:

Mia Bishop lives in Colorado with her husband, two boys, and enough animals to fill a mini-zoo. She writes to keep from dying of boredom in the high desert. Mia loves to read and write paranormal romance and erotica, but also enjoys the steampunk and post-apocalyptic genres as well as historical romances.

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A.L. Kessler:

A.L. Kessler is known for her Here Witchy Witchy series. She lives in Colorado Springs with her family. Her addiction to coffee and chocolate get her through her busy life of being a mom, wife, and student. You can learn more about her at www.amylkessler.com

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The Best Laid Wedding Plans by Lynnette Austin - Character Profile and Giveaway

Full Name: Thomas Eugene Crenshaw

Nickname: Tommy

Occupation: Own and operate Tommy’s Texaco

Physical description: Five-feet-ten and muscular with a mass of wiry, copper-colored hair and green eyes. He generally wears coveralls and a baseball cap.

Age: 40

Describe yourself in 100 words or less:

I grew up here in Misty Bottoms and played linebacker the year we took the district championship. That was a big moment, let me tell you! I’d just turned twenty-one when I married Erlene, the prettiest little gal in the Low Country. My dad and his dad before him, both named Thomas by the way, ran the Texaco station here in town. My friend Beck and I are kind of alike in that way. We both inherited our futures, occupation-wise anyway. Sooner or later everybody in town wanders into my place. I’m a lot like a bartender in that they all talk to me, share their stories with me. But I can keep a secret.

What is your favorite thing about living in Misty Bottoms? Where in Misty Bottoms can you most often be found?

I’m rather fond of the laid-back way of life here in Misty Bottoms. Of course the fact that we’ve got the Savannah River right in our backyard’s no hardship, either. I spend the best part of my time at the gas station, but that’s not so bad. I enjoy talking to my customers. They’re all my friends.

When not working, how do you spend your time?

I love to fish. Erlene and I pack a lunch and a jug of iced tea and head down to the river. We have a little boat, nothing fancy, but it runs real good. I fish and Erlene reads her romance novels.

If money was no object and you had 3 weeks of vacation, what would you do with your time?

I’d head to Ft. Lauderdale to the Barrett-Jackson Auction and buy myself a sweet little ‘Vette like the ’65 Jenni Beth Beaumont drives, with a side trip to the Keys for some deep-sea fishin’.

Describe your dream wedding:

I don’t need to dream about it. I already lived it. When Erlene came down the aisle in that white lace gown, my heart about burst out of my chest. She carried pink roses and her family Bible. We kept it simple. For the reception, our mamas and our aunts made all the food, and Ms. Kitty did our cake. Best day of my life!

Title: The Best Laid Wedding Plans 

Author: Lynnette Austin

Series: Magnolia Brides, Book 1

ISBN: 9781492617976

Release date: November 3, 2015

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Imprint: Sourcebooks Casablanca

SOME DREAMS ARE WORTH WHATEVER IT TAKES

Jenni Beth Beaumont left her broken heart behind when she took her dream job in Savannah. But after her brother's death, Jenni Beth returns home to help mend her parents' hearts as well as restore their beautiful but crumbling antebellum mansion. New dreams take shape as Jenni Beth sets to work replacing floors and fixing pipes to convert the family homestead into the perfect wedding destination. However, some folks in their small Southern town are determined to see her fail.

Cole Bryson was once the love of Jenni Beth's life, but the charming architectural salvager has plans of his own for the Beaumont family home. As the two butt heads,

old turmoil is brought to the surface and Cole and Jenni Beth will have to work through some painful memories and tough realities before they can set their pasts aside and have a second chance at their own happily ever after.

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Author Bio 

The luxury of staying home when the weather turns nasty, of working in PJs and bare feet, and the fact that daydreaming is not only permissible but encouraged, are a few of the reasons middle school teacher Lynnette Austin gave up the classroom to write full-time. Lynnette grew up in Pennsylvania’s Alleghany Mountains, moved to Upstate New York, then to the Rockies in Wyoming. Presently she and her husband divide their time between Southwest Florida’s beaches and Georgia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. A finalist in RWA's Golden Heart Contest, PASIC's Book of Your Heart Contest, and Georgia Romance Writers' Maggie Contest, she’s published five books as Lynnette Hallberg. She’s currently writing as Lynnette Austin. Having grown up in a small town, that’s where her heart takes her—to those quirky small towns where everybody knows everybody...and all their business, for better or worse.

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Excerpt from The Best Laid Wedding Plans:

Her experienced gaze scrutinized the scene, took in both the setting and the people, alert for any problems. The arbor, with its draping of wisteria, had turned out beautifully and smelled like heaven itself. The bride’s family, the groom’s family—both wore expressions of happiness mixed with a touch of relief.

Jenni Beth’s eyes drifted to the flower girl. Daniella was antsy, her little fingers busily plucking the lace from the basket that held rose petals. And what in the world was Ricky, the ring bearer, doing to his shoelaces? Her eyes narrowed. Had he tied them together? Oh, boy.

As the sun set, the minister announced the newly joined Mr. and Mrs. Talbot, and Jenni Beth clapped with the rest of the guests while checking to make sure the walkway remained clear. The music began on cue, and the happy couple started down the aisle, hands laced, smiles bright.

When the ring bearer tripped, the best man scooped him onto one shoulder, diverting a minor catastrophe. She’d have to remember to thank him for the quick thinking.

If the reception went as smoothly, she could congratulate herself on a job well done.

While the bride and groom funneled their guests through the receiving line, Jenni Beth bolted to a separate section of the garden to make sure the cake, the bubbly, and the band were in place. She did a last-minute check on table settings, place cards, candles—the list was never ending.

The music started, the bridal party wended their way to the area, and the celebration began.

As the evening wore on, Jenni Beth relaxed.

A familiar voice whispered in her ear. “Dance with me.”

Cole Bryson. She hadn't seen his name on the guest list.

Shivers raced down her spine, and her heart stuttered. It had been too long, not long enough. “No.”

She wouldn't turn around, wouldn't meet those mesmerizing eyes.

His hands settled on her bare arms, and she nearly jumped. As the work-roughened hands moved over her skin, her stomach started a little dance of its own.

“I'm working, Cole.”

“Nothin' needs doin’ right now. Come on, sugar.”

Knowing she shouldn't, she turned to face him. Mistake. She always had found him irresistible, and that hadn't changed. He'd perfected that slow Southern drawl, had the sound of a true gentleman. But the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. Revealed the bad boy tucked not far below the surface.

Right now, dressed in a dark suit and tie, the man looked like every woman's dream. He appeared smooth and debonair, but beneath lay the wild.

He took her hand, and, God forgive her, she followed him, weak-kneed onto the portable dance floor, telling herself she didn't want to, that she only did it to keep peace. Knowing she lied.

A full moon shone overhead and candlelight flickered. When he drew her into his arms and pulled her close, she sighed. One hand held hers, the other settled south of her waist.

“You smell good, Jenni Beth. You always do.”

His voice, low and husky, sent goosebumps racing up and down her arms. Despite herself, she rested her head against his chest, seduced by the strong, steady beat of his heart, the illusion he could make everything and anything all right.

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Character Interview, Excerpt and Giveaway: Married to a Perfect Stranger by Jane Ashford

Today we are pleased to sit down with John and Mary Bexley, the protagonists from Jane Ashford’s Married to a Perfect Stranger (March 2015). From February 23rd through March 20th the Bexleys will be answering questions about their relationship at each stop in their tour!

What is one funny or embarrassing thing about your spouse that everyone knows that your spouse thinks no one knows? 

John: There’s nothing like that about me. 

Mary: He talks to his horse. 

John: (turns to frown at her) I do n… 

Mary: We’ve all heard you. Mrs. Tanner. Arthur. When you’re riding along. 

John: (mutters) Speaking aloud helps me work out ideas. 

Mary: I’m sure Whitefoot appreciates it. 

John: You can tell when Mary has been around flowers, because she gets pollen on her nose. From burrowing right in to sniff. 

Mary: (opens her mouth, closes it) Does everybody really know that? 

John: (nods)  

Title: Married to a Perfect Stranger

Author: Jane Ashford

Publication Date: March 3rd, 2015

ISBN: 9781492601906

Time and distance have changed them both…

Quiet and obliging, Mary Fleming and John Bexley marry to please their families and John immediately leaves on a two-year diplomatic mission. Now John is back, and everything they thought they knew about each other was wrong…

It’s disconcerting, irritating—and somehow all very exciting…

Jane Ashford discovered Georgette Heyer in junior high school and was captivated by the glittering world and witty language of Regency England. Her romances have been published all over the world. Jane has been nominated for a Career Achievement Award by RT Book Reviews. She lives in Los Angeles, California.

Excerpt from Married to a Perfect Stranger:

John Bexley reined in his hired horse on a slight rise and gazed down at the red brick manor, somnolent under the August sun. Eager as he was to get to London, he’d felt he must detour west into Somerset to fetch Mary. Her family’s decision to put her under the care of a great-aunt while he was away just showed he was right to fear that such a shy, quiet girl couldn’t arrange a journey on her own. And now that he was here, the sight of this place soothed him; it looked the very essence of English country comfort and peace.

John’s knock was answered by an aged butler. He gave his name, stepped in, and inhaled the familiar scents of beeswax polish and potpourri. The place reminded him of his own home farther north. Golden light pooled on the wooden floor and gleamed on the stair rail. In the rooms on either side of the entry, the furnishings were classic and inviting. Mary had certainly had a beautiful and serene spot in which to wait for him. “Mary’s husband,” he added when it seemed as if the old man didn’t know what to do with him. “I believe I am expected.”

“Yes, si…”

A filthy, hysterical chicken shot through the rear door of the dining parlor on his left, skidded in a turn around the table, and raced past him, neck extended, screeching, flapping its mottled wings. A little boy slathered with mud came racing after it, careened off the doorjamb, and staggered across the entryway, leaving streaks and globs of dirt in his wake. The old butler stiffened in horror.

The bird hopped across a flowered sofa in the front parlor, stitching it with muddy tracks, circled the delicate carpet, and looped back toward John. The boy in pursuit slipped, fell, jumped up, and turned to follow. He flapped muddy hands at the fowl in an inept attempt to trap it.

What seemed like a herd of adults jostled into the dining parlor, then surged forward. “Arthur!” snapped a young woman, her voice crackling with authority.

“It isn’t my fault,” the boy shouted over the wild squawking. “I pulled her from the mire. Fox was after her. I never shot her or nothing.”

As the crazed chicken surged past him, John bent, reached, and snatched hold of its legs. When he straightened, he held the muddy bird upside down, at arm’s length, well away from his clothing. It flapped and protested; flakes of dirt dropped to the floor.

“Good!” said the managing female, striding from the dining room into the hall. “Take it from him, Alice, and put it outside at once.”

The middle-aged maid jumped to obey like a subaltern responding to a commanding general. The butler relaxed. The boy stood to attention. “It wasn’t me, I swear,” he repeated. “I rescued ’er. I killed three rats as well. Would have been four, but I…”

“Very well, Arthur,” the woman replied. “Go now and get cleaned up.”

The boy finally noticed the mud sliding from his clothes to the polished floor. His face shifted from defensive to horrified, and he slunk out. In the same moment, John realized that the woman with a voice like a sergeant major was his meek little sparrow of a wife. 

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Character Interview with Nartan Excerpt and Giveaway: Filthy Rich by Dawn Ryder

Thank you for sitting down with us today, Nartan.  I know you are a busy man and we appreciate the time you took to be here.  First let’s get some basics out of the way before we ask some more in-depth questions.

What is your favorite color?

Blue.

 If you could have the perfect multi course dinner, what would it be?

That would be ever changing. I own a restaurant because I enjoy fine cuisine. I enjoy flavor and uniqueness. Life is too short to not live in the moment.

 As a man with Native American heritage, how closely to you relate to your ancestry?

Very. And yet, I enjoy the rest of the world.

 I understand that you have properties in both Alaska and California.  What is it about these locations that draw you to them?  Do you have a favorite?

I make my home in California. I love the ocean waves. Alaska was where I made my fortune, but it isn’t my home.

 When you first laid eyes on Celeste – what ran through your head?  What was it about her that stood out from the other women you had met in the past?

I saw her strength. A spirit like hers is rare. To fail to appreciate it, would have been a lapse on my part. 

Thank you so much for stopping by and letting us ask a few questions today!

Filthy Rich

By Dawn Ryder

Sourcebooks Casablanca

Erotic Romance

February 3, 2015

ISBN: 9781402287152

“Tantalizing” – RT Book Reviews on Out of Bounds

SHE’S FIGHTING FOR CONTROL…

Celeste Connor swore that she’d never be a victim again. After the hell of her abusive ex, the last thing she needs is to be under another man’s thumb. But when she catches the eye of fiercely dominant Nartan Lupan at her best friend’s wedding, Celeste finds herself drawn into a glittering world of wealth and power that has her body aching and her mind reeling.

HE’S FIGHTING TO MAKE HER HIS…

Nartan is a filthy rich businessman who works hard, plays harder, and doesn’t take no for an answer—and he wants Celeste with a hunger he’s never before felt. He’ll do whatever it takes to have her. But Nartan didn’t expect that he’d want still more…

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Excerpt From Filthy Rich

She was shutting him out.

Nartan watched the way Celeste tightened her features and looked away from his face. He really didn’t need to get involved. But leaving felt like quitting.

That was something he never did.

“It won’t be over until you pull that weed out by the root,” he informed her. “That’s how that ghost maintains its grip.”

She started to shake her head. “This isn’t your concern.”

He stepped into her path when she tried to make a getaway.

“Or maybe I should have said, it won’t be over until you find the courage to face your demons.”

Her eyes widened in surprise before her temper flickered in her eyes. “Like I said neither of us needs the tension hooking up will create.”

“The way you blush when you look at me says differently.” He shrugged and watched the way her gaze lowered to his shoulders. “Am I the first man who’s excited you since you left the prick? Or am I just the first one who’s made it past your defense system?”

“You don’t—” She bit back the lie, a hint of disgust surfacing in her expression. “My sex drive works just fine.”

He offered her a raised eyebrow. “You’re good at it, the brush off.”

“How would you know?” She questioned. “You don’t look like a man who gets told no very often.”

He chuckled. “Thanks for noticing.”

“Can you even name the last five partners you had?” she asked.

Nartan locked gazes with her. “Now you’re back to being a bitch to get me to shove off.”

“Maybe I am a bitch.”

He studied her for a long moment. “You aren’t. I know my share of them.”

She drew in a deep breath. “My point exactly. But just in case you don’t get it, I’m not interested in joining your list of friends with benefits. I know what it’s like to be used and I won’t be doing it to someone else. Even if you’re willing.”

Surprise flashed through him, and it unleashed a wave of need that shocked him with its intensity.

“Tell me you don’t want to touch me and I’ll walk away.”

She’d crossed her arms over her chest. She gripped her own bicep, her fingertips pressing into the skin. There was a flash of guilt in her eyes, a hint of fear over being unmasked, which sent a jolt of excitement through him.

“I want the same thing.”

“Yeah, I got that message when you pinched my butt,” she responded in a dry tone.

“I cupped it.” He withdrew his hand from his pocket and mimicked a little pat.

Her face turned scarlet.

But the tip of her tongue appeared and swept across her lower lip. He stepped toward her and had to force himself to stop when her expression become guarded.

“Touch me, Celeste.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

He crooked his finger, beckoning her forward. “Come here and finish what we started last night…” He laid his hands on his chest for a moment. “Do what you felt the impulse to do, and don’t let that prick keep you bottled up.”

“I told you, I’m not interested in doing anything about what I feel for you.” She shook her head. “Why would I? Your ideas are clearly different than mine when it comes to relationships. I’m a complication you don’t want any more than I want to be disappointed by you.”

“And still, I followed you out here.” Determination edged his words.

“All that proves is that you like getting what you want,” Celeste countered, doing her best to recall exactly why using him was something she wanted to avoid.

“You think I have to follow you to get it?” It wasn’t really the tone of his voice, just the way his features sharpened with confidence. He knew his effect on women and enjoyed reaping the benefits.

“Thanks for confirming what I thought about you the first time we met.”

She went to step past him, but he moved into her path. “And what was that?”

“That you are very successful and accustomed to being in control.” She sighed and held up her hand when he started to speak. “It’s nothing personal. I just don’t go for the controlling type.”

His eyes had narrowed, but his lips lifted just a bit at the corners. “The hell you don’t. That little puppy dog that tried his hand at impressing you on the dance floor didn’t have a prayer, because you need someone who is going to impress you before you yield.”

“You sound like a cave man.”

He reached out and clasped her nape, curling his hand around the slender column. He gave her just a taste of his strength, enough to unleash a flood of heat before releasing her.

He chuckled softly when she averted her gaze to keep him from seeing what she felt. “What’s wrong? Don’t know what to do when I remove the opportunity for you to divert your attention away from how I affect you?”

Exactly.

The thought scrapped her pride, leaving her smarting as she was forced to admit there was a lot of truth in his accusation.

“Nartan, this is just going to get messy.”

“You don’t trust a confident man, but there is no way you’d surrender to one who wasn’t confident.” His voice hardened. “Your ex is succeeding in getting you to build your own prison.”

Was that true?

She hated the fact that it might be.

He reached out again. Doing it slowly, testing her nerve. She felt the distance between them closing, everything slowing down as she became immersed in the sharp sensation of anticipation.

But she didn’t pull back. She locked gazes with him.   “You might be right.”

“And you don’t like that?”

“No.”   She stepped closer to him.   “Let’s see if it was moon madness last night.”

All of her senses were heightened, her skin ultra-sensitive when he brushed the surface of her cheek with his fingertips. She shivered, her eyes slipping closed as she savored the connection between their skin.

For just a moment, time froze and she allowed herself to savor the contact. Oh yes, she had forgotten how good it felt to be touched.

Decadent…

But she opened her eyes when she realized she’d never enjoyed a man’s touch as much. This was more intense and far more likely to explode.

“You’re fire.” She shook her head, intending to sever the connection between their gazes, but he slid his hand into her hair, rubbing across her scalp before he closed the distance between them and tightened his fist in her hair.

“I could make the same accusation.” His eyes glittered with need.   “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you again.”

She gasped, the sight of him on the edge driving her closer to it herself. He leaned down and captured the sound with his lips.

It wasn’t a hard kiss.

She could have pulled away from a hard, possessive claiming of her lips.

Nartan started with a soft press that stole her breath. It might have been slow, but he still pressed his mouth against hers with all the solid confidence she’d accused him of having. It was there in the way he slid his lips across hers. Once, twice, and then a third time before he teased her lower lip with a soft lick.

Everything except the connection between them ceased to register. She reached for him, smoothing her hands down the cotton of his shirt. She dipped her fingers beneath the blue tie, determined to get closer to his skin.

She could smell him. That musky scent that turned her on as much as the way he stroked her tongue with his. It was masterful, arrogant, but excitement tore through her like lightening and left a burning trail behind.

She twisted toward him, straining upwards so she might kiss him. The hold on her nape changed, tightening as he growled. He curled his other arm around her, binding her against his body as she reached for his hair and pulled his head tighter against her own.

The kiss became demanding and hard. He pulled her right off her feet and pressed her up against the wall of the building. He reached down, sliding his hand across the curve of one side of her bottom and further down to her thigh. Heat roared through her, her heart pounding as her clit began to ache. The need to press against him was so intense, she never protested when he pulled her thigh up to allow him to press against her mound.

He hissed, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt and discovering one strap from her garter belt was the only thing to keep his hand off her bare skin. She shivered, his skin connecting with hers like a clap of thunder. She jerked her head back, unbearably conscious of how exposed she was. Only a thin triangle of silk covered her sex, just inches from his fingers. She was on edge, completely exposed. Frantic with the need for more. More of him.

About the Author

Dawn Ryder is the erotic romance pen name of a bestselling author of historical romances. She has been publishing her stories for over 8 years to a growing and appreciative audience. She is commercially published in mass market and trade paper, and digi-first published with trade paper releases. She is hugely committed to her career as an author, as well as to other authors and to her readership. She resides in Southern California.

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Kissed by a Dark Prince book tour by Felicity Heaton

Interview with Olivia from Kissed by a Dark Prince by Felicity Heaton

It’s great to be here at Bitten by Paranormal Romance today as part of the Kissed by a Dark Prince Book Tour celebrating the release of the first book in my new Eternal Mates series of paranormal romance novels.

Today, I’m going to be interviewing Olivia, the heroine of Kissed by a Dark Prince.

But before we get to the main event, I want to introduce myself. I’m a British paranormal romance author and a USA Today best-seller. I have been writing since 2005, and went indie in 2006. I love to write big worlds, populated by vampires, shifters, demons, fae and angels, and I have several series. This tour is about the Eternal Mates series, which is actually a spin-off from my Vampire Erotic Theatre series. That series focused on a family of vampires at one theatre in London but it had glimpses into the wider world outside the theatre. It’s that world of fae, dark elves, demons, witches, shifters, and other incredible species that the Eternal Mates focuses on.

Now, on with the show…