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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Owned for Christmas by Willa Edwards...

Black Friday Leftover Fun

So for all of us in the United States today the day after thanksgiving, otherwise known as Black Friday. There are two main activities that most of the US takes part in today, shopping and eating leftovers. Since I’m not much of a shopper, I thought I’d talk a little about leftovers and my favorite leftover meal.
Every year the day after thanksgiving my family makes what we call leftover pancakes. There’s no exact recipe for these ones, all you need is leftover mash potatoes and small chunks of whatever other leftovers thanksgiving treats you want. Turkey, stuffing, corn, green beans, anything fits in these. Personally I like to add cheese, onions and green beans to mine. My mom’s favorite is cut up turkey, stuffing and corn. Mix it all together in a bowl until everything is combined evenly.
Take the mixture and form into patties, much like you would a hamburger. The patties can vary in thickness. I like mine to be about a quarter of an inch, which keeps that yummy potato flavor but also gives them some crisp. But my brother likes them thinner, with more fried outside to mash potato mix, making it closer a big flavored French fry.
Heat a skillet on the stove with your choice of nonstick topping. We vary from butter and olive oil. The butter makes the pancakes crispier, but can burn quickly. Olive oil is also a little lighter, if you don’t want the heavy oily taste after such a big meal the day before. Fry until golden brown, between 3 and 5 minutes on each side. Then enjoy. Don’t be afraid to add your own toppings as well, a little cheese, sour cream, green onions (my family loves onions) or even ketchup.
Another leftover goodie, if you’re looking for a sweet treat, is to buy either some pound cake or plain cheesecake (if you’re so inclined you can use pumpkin versions, my father loves to do that). Heat up any leftover cranberry sauce in the microwave for 15 to 30 seconds, and pour over the dessert of your choice. Especially if you’re in an area being ravaged by snowstorms this thanksgiving season, this decedent dessert will hit the shot and warm you right you. Tastes great with a cup of coffee with a little special surprise in it (rum is always my choice).
And while you’re enjoying your second day of thanksgiving, check out my new book, Owned for Christmas, a fun little story about one woman caught between two brothers, and all the sexy situations she gets into with them. Available today with Totally Bound Publishing.

Christmas with her boyfriend’s family seems like a lovely idea—until she finds her previous Dom staying for the holidays too.

Kate Baker is nervous about meeting her boyfriend Daniel’s family. When she walks into the family home to find Grant, her former Dom, spending the holidays with them too, her world turns upside down. How can she spend Christmas with the man who shattered her heart and broke her trust in the whole BDSM scene?

Although she had no idea Grant and Daniel were brothers, Grant revives all those needs that Daniel can’t fulfil. But she won’t give up the man who helped mend her broken heart after Grant shattered it—even if she has to bury the submissive part of herself to do it.

A year ago, Grant Farrell left the woman he loved—and the best sub he’s ever controlled—to tend the family ranch after his father’s death. It almost tore his heart out to leave Kate but he had no other choice. He didn’t realise how much it had hurt them both until she shows up at his family’s home on his brother’s arm.

Now more than ever he’s determined to keep her in his life, even if he has to share her to do it. But half measures won’t be enough anymore. He needs either to own her completely, or give her up to Daniel for good.

Can he convince Kate to forgive him for the pain he caused her and the secrets he kept? Or will he lose her to his brother for his past mistakes?
“Are you sure your mom will like me?” Kate threaded and unthreaded her fingers together. The snow-covered Rocky Mountains filled her passenger side window. The ground crunched under their tires, illustrating that they weren’t in Texas anymore—that and the sub-zero temperature.
When her boyfriend had asked her to spend Christmas with his family in Colorado, she’d been ecstatic. Now she was rethinking her decision.
She stared out of the window, focusing on breathing deeply. The last thing she wanted was to have a panic attack the second she walked into her boyfriend’s childhood home. What a great first impression that would leave. For years to come, she’d be known as the crazy girl he brought home that one Christmas who stopped breathing right inside the front door.
Daniel pulled his hand from the steering wheel and reached across the car for hers. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure she’ll love you.”
She nodded and tried to believe him. It had been a long time since she’d met anyone’s mother. She’d stopped being the type of girl a man would take home to his family a while ago. She had never thought she’d be back in this position again.
That was until Daniel had appeared in her life. She looked over at the man sitting beside her. He’d glance at her with his warm, honey-brown eyes every once in a while. He’d combed his sandy hair back neatly. He was her savior. He’d found her, picked her up and helped her to glue her heart back together when she’d given up any hope that it was possible. The least she could do for him was meet his mother.
“What is there about you that’s not to love?” He smiled over at her.
There was a lot not to love. There certainly had been before. Enough to force someone to leave her. Or at least one very notable person. The one who had broken her heart and left her behind to pick up the pieces.
But that was all before Daniel. She tried to smile back.
They took a left turn, pulling off the highway onto a winding dirt road. Snow, a few inches deep, was piled up on either side of the road. White blanketed the trees and rocks. The car shook and dipped down the bumpy road. She braced herself against the car seat. This was a long way from her normal commute to school each morning. She’d never complain about Dallas traffic again. At least it didn’t have potholes the size of cannonballs, or ice.
“Trust me. It will be great. We got through the plane ride, didn’t we?”
Kate nodded. She had survived the plane ride. Thanks in part to Daniel and two mini bottles of vodka. But somehow, she’d lived through the flight. Her hands had even stopped shaking. “Of course I trust you.”
Daniel turned another corner, shifting onto an unpaved drive. It was hard not to notice the house so covered in twinkle lights it could almost be seen from space. It was beautiful. The quaint, tiny farmhouse sat nestled back into a hill. With the snow covering its roof and the lights decorating the porch, it almost looked like the front of a Christmas card. The kind she would have found and looked at longingly as a child from her Dallas bedroom.
If only she could stop her stomach from churning, she might be able to enjoy the sight.
Daniel slowed the vehicle before parking the rental car to the left of the small house.
“We’re home.” He grinned over at her.
Kate took a deep breath. He looked so happy, so excited. Her stomach churned more violently. She wished she felt the same as he did.
He scrambled out of the car toward the back to get their bags. Kate opened the door, stepping out into the cool air. Her boots squished in the snow. Good thing she’d gone for the heavy winter coat. She’d never seen so much snow in her life, besides on television. The bitter wind brushed her face and her nose burned slightly. But the snowfall was pretty, decorating everything in white and ice.
Daniel slammed the trunk before coming to meet her beside the car, a bag cradled under each arm. Always the gentleman. Just another reason she loved him so much.
“Don’t tell me it looks that bad,” he joked, a wide smirk on his face.
Kate tightened her coat around her chest, schooling her features into a more excited expression. She’d hate for his mother to see the dumbfounded look she must have been sporting. She didn’t want to give his mom the impression she was judging them, or that she was disappointed in what she found—she certainly wasn’t.
She didn’t think his childhood home looked bad at all. In fact, the little house in the snow was very pretty and picturesque. So different from her parents’ house, so different from the Christmases she’d always known.



Thank you so much for sharing with us today Willa. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Welcome Jami Brumfield & Check out her Amazing new Paranormal Romance Series, Winter's Saga...

Interview with a Fire Witch, Hunter Winters of the Winters Saga
                Ever wonder what it would be like to sit down with your favorite characters outside of the pages of the book? So do I. I love interviewing my characters outside of the books. Check out this interview I did with Hunter Winters from my Winters Saga Series.
                Hunter Winters entered my office with an easy, likable grin. He shook his blond head and shrugged his broad shoulders to shake off excess dampness. “Miss. Brumfield?”
                “Yes, hi Hunter. Please call me Jami.” I told him as I indicated the chair situated across from my desk.
                He sat down and gave me his full attention.
                I pursed my lips with a concerned frown. “Is it raining outside?” It was not common for rainfall in Phoenix, Arizona this time of the year.
                A red blush crept across his cheeks as he lowered his eyes and leaned forward in a secretive manner. “My sister, Savannah, called up a little rainstorm to put out a fire my dragon friend and I created.” He whispered. “I was one of the casualties.”
                I couldn’t help but smile. It had to be pretty fun being part of the Winters family. Witches, werewolves, vampires, dragons, psychics, angels, and all sorts of magical creatures were part of the tightly woven group of family and friends. “Your dragon friend, Freya? I was hoping you’d bring her along to this interview.”
                “My sisters Miracle and Mystery are watching her. She’s still getting acclimated to this world and has to learn that magic is not something used here in public as it was on the earth she came from.”
                I nod, “makes total sense.” I moved my eyes to his face. “How does it feel to know you have two more sisters raised by your recently returned from the grave father?”
                “Wow, you ask some tough questions. I guess it’s good to get down to business right away. I’m happy but also uncertain. They don’t seem as involved as we are in the supernatural war brewing on the streets of Phoenix.” He examined his heavily chewed fingernails. “They’ve been lucky enough to get magic training since the day they were born and would really be great assets in the battles but they’re more interested in their own lives, which I can’t blame them… it just disappoints me.”
                I nodded, having interviewed his sisters Savannah and Rebecca I completely understood. “Because for so long you and your sisters have always taken care of each other?”
                He agreed, “yes, for so long it’s only been Savvy, Becca and me… well grandma was there but she always seemed distant from us. Now that I know her distance was because she was keeping the secret of our bloodline from us makes the whole thing sad. We missed out on so much because of the secrets.”
                “Some would say it was secrets that made Savannah a vampire.”
                “Possibly, but we all know there’s more to it than that. Our two family lines, the Winters and the Matthews made us targets from the moment we were born.” He looked at me. “Some would say, secrets kept made Rebecca a werewolf. Heck, I got in a sticky situation a month ago because of secrets I kept. Thankfully, our family comes together when things are important.”
                “What secret is that?”
                The left side of his lips rose and a twinkle sparked in his sapphire blue eyes. “You’ll have to read Fire Master Rising to find out.” He teased.
                “Fair enough, so tell me what it’s like being a fire witch?” I went back to my questions.
                “How so?”
                “Well one time I hurled a fire ball at Rebecca by accident, which led to her sucking the air out of the room and making us all pass out. My girlfriend, Natalia got a head injury from that one.”
                “I remember reading about that in Vampire Princess Rising.” I grinned.
                “It’s funny looking back now, but scary in the moment. Then when I used blood magic to open the family grimoire I blew up Rebecca’s office. My sister just had to save Rebecca’s front yard from bursting into flames a few hours ago.” He shook his head. “I think it will be cool when I get these things under control but for now, dangerous.”
                “Who’s helping you get them under control?”
                “Many people; Natalia, dad, grandma, Mysti, Mira, even little Freya. It’s pretty sad when an eight year old dragon has better control over fire than a seventeen year old fire witch.” He admitted sadly. “But I’ll get there.”
                “I’m sure you will.” I agreed.
                “It’s the empathy that really gets the signals crossed.”
                “Oh yes, emotions have power and sometimes when I’m overwhelmed with emotions from others it can backfire into my fire power.”
                “That can be dangerous.”
                “Yep, especially because I can’t control other people’s emotions. I have to work hard at controlling my empathy in order to reign in the fire.”
                “And how is the empathy control coming along?”
                “Slowly and painfully.” He looked up at me. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m thankful for the gifts but wished I had better control. It’s hard to keep a secret like this from the rest of the world when you can’t even control when it flares up,” he chuckled, “no pun intended.”
                I couldn’t help but giggle myself. He really was an amazing character. So happy about life, reflective, and compassionate. It was refreshing to meet a likable character that held your interest and Hunter definitely did. “In Vampire Princess Rising, we read that you went off to the alternate universe because Ophelia told you the witches in her world could help you cure your sisters. Can you give us an idea of what happened?”
                “Ophelia lied.”
                “Why would she do that?”
                “Because she’s a bad guy.” He shrugged, “I can’t really answer to her motivations but she doesn’t like Rebecca and anyway she can hurt Becks she does. I learned a lesson in that situation.”
                “And what is that?”
                “I learned that family will always be there… and that family is not just those that share your blood, it’s a deeper connection and a stronger commitment.”
                “That’s an important lesson.”
                “One that I’ll never forget.” His phone buzzed. “Sorry.” He looked down at the screen. “I’m really sorry, I’d love to chat more but Freya needs me.” He stood up.
                “Sure, I completely understand. Can you just tell me what fans of the Winters Saga can expect when they read your story, Fire Master Rising?”
                He nodded and grinned. “I do a lot of growing in this upcoming book. You may remember the drugs I took in Rebecca’s story?” I nod and he continues. “I have some struggles with addiction as a side effect from the Black Death pills. Freya helps me work through it but it’s a difficult battle. I also need to learn to let my sister’s grow in their own direction. The former vampire queen, Violet goes on trial for the massacre of the wolf pack. Savannah plans her royal wedding and there is a showdown between Rebecca’s pack and Ophelia and her otherworld pack. Gosh, there are plenty more surprises. I guess you’ll just have to read it and find out.” He headed to the door as his phone went off again. “I’m sorry I really have to go.”
                I nod and tell him thank you and he disappears.
                He was right, there are plenty more surprises in store for the fans of the Winters Saga. Fire Master Rising is coming soon. If you haven’t read Rebecca’s story (Lone Wolf Rising) or Savannah’s story (Vampire Princess Rising) check them out on Amazon.
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Happy Reading!

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Another Great One from Jessica Lauryn...

4 out of 5 star of awesome!

** spoiler alert ** It's been six long years without her father, and Abigail Mackenzie realizes there will always be a struggle to put her father's tragic death behind her. But, then Ryan Newberry walks into her life and suddenly there are clues about her father's shooting, and her hopes of solving the mystery behind his death becomes her top priority.

Abigail wants justice, period.

Ryan has heartache of his own as he still blames himself for the car accident that took his sisters life and has a hard time letting people get to close to him, so why is he so entranced with Abigail and her innocence. First things first though, there is something shady going on around them and he intends to solve the mystery.

You see, Ryan was fired for an inter-office relationship and was black listed because of it. Only he knows the truth, the moment he stumbled across those shady ledgers he was terminated form his old job and it had nothing to do with his personal life. Now, he's stuck working in a new hotel, is determined to keep his ex, an ex, and is fighting his attraction to the lovely Abigail in the process.

So when he and Abigail stumble across the very same shady dealings in the new establishment, he fears the past might be in danger of repeating itself. His problem, the death of Abigail's father, and the very same shady dealings are all tied together. Only this time, Ryan hopes this latest discovery won't lead him and Abigail down a path of danger from which he won't be able to protect them...

Jessica Lauryn does an amazing job yet again drawing her readers in from the very start with amazing plot twists, action, and scorching hot chemistry between her hero and heroine. If you haven't already read this amazing series I definitely recommend the Pinnacle of Power Series starting from the very beginning. Although, I have to say each novel also could be a stand alone, it's so well written. 

I began reading this series a little backward, meaning not in the order it was clearly intended and I'm not sure why, but reading this makes me want to go back and read the others once again. Great Job, Jessica, I can't wait to see what you come up with next. 


Abigail MacKenzie has been trying to put her father’s tragic death behind her.  Set on becoming a teacher, Abigail wants nothing more than to forge a new, happy life.  But when a handsome stranger produces a random clue about her father’s shooting, hopes of finding her father’s killer come flooding back to the surface.  Abigail is determined to get justice for her Dad, even if it means learning the dangerous secret of a man with a will of steel and eyes that cut straight through the wall around her heart.
After making a reckless mistake and a mysterious discovery that cost him his job, medical student Ryan Newberry is happy to accept any position he can get.  But when he realizes that one of the employees who’ll be working under him at the Washington Valley Hotel is Abigail MacKenzie, the sweet, pretty girl he met weeks before, he fears the past might be in danger of repeating itself.  As one discovery leads to another, Ryan quickly realizes that he is sitting on a network of criminal activity.  In spite of the risks, he must keep Abigail safe from the surrounding threats.  He only hopes that his desires for his new front desk associate won’t lead both of them down a path of danger from which he won’t be able to protect them.

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Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

Friday, November 21, 2014

Check out Witch Hunter, Author Shari Nichols latest Release...

Determined MBI (Magickal Bureau of investigations)agent Alex Denopoulos will stop at nothing to catch a killer, including recruit notorious felon, Willow McCray to work for the agency. The lines between duty and passion become blurred the more time he spends with the sultry witch. In the midst of the investigation, they succumb to the dark edges of desire, placing both their lives in danger. Alex will risk more than his badge to keep her alive.

Kick-ass witch Willow must use her powers for good if she wants to stay out of Hellios, a mage prison for those who have broken the Wiccan Rede of ‘Harm ye None.’ Willow never expects to fall so hard for Alex, a mortal with a penchant for justice and a deep seated hatred of witches. Though a future together seems impossible, she doesn’t want to let him go. If only she can vanquish the evil surrounding them and give Alex what he wants, her mind and body-before she loses her heart and maybe her very soul in the process.

Shari Nichols grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and Ouija boards were common place, spurring her fascination with all things paranormal. Ever since she read her first Barbara Cartland novel, her life-long dream has been to write sexy, romantic stories. Shari has been married to her own alpha hero for twenty-two years. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, going to the gym, or hanging out with family and friends.

She lives in New Jersey with her husband, two teenagers, and her adoring golden retriever. Shari graduated from Rider University with a degree in Business Administration. After spending several years in the grind of Corporate America, she quit to stay at home with her kids. Now she’s thrilled to spend her days in sweats, eating chocolate while pounding on her keyboard to create her next novel. 

Her first book, Witch Hunter is available with Ellora’s Cave Publishing. Her next book, another steamy, romance, will venture into the world of ghosts and haunted inns. Shari is a member of Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Liberty States Fiction Writers and Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal Romance Writers.


This sounds like a great paranormal to add to my TBB list. Thank you, Shari for sharing with us today.

Happy Reading!

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Shadow in Glass with J. Rose Alexander...


Every little girl dreams of waking up a Princess… 
…the reality, Carrie finds out, isn't exactly a fairy tale. 

Carrie Whitmore, aspiring journalist, wakes up after a building collapse to find herself in a world where she is a spoiled, bratty princess engaged to a self-indulgent egomaniac. She has no college education and no friends at all. Carrie finds out that "she" wants nothing to do with the crown after the death of her brother and is happy being bitter, cruel and reclusive. 

But that's the old Princess Barbara, lost in the tragic accident that slipped Carrie into the Princess's life. Carrie must change the way the people of the Nation perceive her. Her journey to learn who she is in this new world and to deal with the twists and turns of her unwillingly adopted life will change her perception of everything and everyone around her. 

And maybe, just maybe, she'll get the fairy tale princess ending every little girl dreams of. 


“Dad, I’m sure. There were too many people around for him to be serious about it.” Carrie sighed into the phone.
“Barbara, he directly threatened you,” Richard stated. There was undiluted anger in his voice.
“Dad, I know. But trust me. If anything out of sorts happens at all, I will immediately take action against him. We had a really good two years, and I thought I was doing the right thing by holding on until we could end it peacefully. He’s just not the guy I thought he was. And I guess…I knew that all along.” 
“Well, you’ve done really well this far, so I guess I can trust your judgment on this,” Richard said. “What’s on the schedule for tonight?” 
“We’re just going down to the local bar for a few drinks. After the fun in the student center, I just don’t feel like dealing with tons of people.” She saw Maryann, Emma and Sierra waiting for her, and remembered the question for her father. “Dad, it’s my year to bring Maryann for Thanksgiving. Emma took her first year, and Sierra had her last year. This year is mine, and she’s probably going to want to bring her boyfriend if he doesn’t have somewhere to go.” 
“You know it’s a standing open invitation, darling,” he said. “But she’s standing there near you and you still want to hold on to the illusion in the house as long as you can.” 
Carrie laughed. “You know me well, Dad.” 
He laughed on the other end. “All right, darling. It’s fine with me.” 
“Thanks, Dad.” 
“Be careful, Barbara.” 
“I always am, Dad,” she answered. “You do the same. Talk to you tomorrow.” 
“Barbara?” he asked. 
“Yes, Dad?” 
“I love you, darling.” 
She smiled at the phone. “I love you too, Dad.” 
“Talk to you tomorrow.” They said their goodbyes, and Carrie finally ended the call. 
“Aw, Carrie wuvs her daddy,” Emma teased, elbowing her. 
“Aw, Maryann and Terry are coming to Thanksgiving with me,” Carrie countered. 
“You got your dad to agree to me?” Terry said. 
“Sure, he wuvs me,” Carrie answered, batting her eyes. 
“She’s the epitome of a daddy’s girl.” Sierra laughed. Carrie gave her a look to kill, but that only made Sierra laugh even harder. 
“There’s a joke there we’re not getting,” Emma said. “Consequently, you suck and we’re leaving without you for the bar.” Emma swung her purse up on her shoulder and started walking toward the bar without them. 
The group of students headed after her. Kevin ran after her to catch up and walk with her. Terry and Maryann walked just behind them, while Sierra and Carrie hung back. They were completely surrounded by Emma’s sorority sisters and some of Tony’s frat bothers, though Tony was nowhere to be seen. Fernando and Jason, who were some of Terry’s best friends, were there as well. 
Carrie found it was an interesting change to not have Tony butting up against her constantly, trying to kiss her or grabbing her inappropriately in public. She didn’t mind the dirty suggestions whispered in her ear, but trying to act them out right then and there got on her nerves. At least now she wouldn’t be teased all night. 
Still, despite their last argument, she didn’t really hold any ill-will toward him. They had a lot of fun for two years, and she would always try to remember it well. She hadn’t seen him since the student center, and Fraust wasn’t necessarily unhappy about that. The lieutenant was still not pleased she didn’t want to pursue charges after he’d so loudly threatened her in public. 
When they finally got to the bar, they went to the usual bar area for the Nu crowd. The bartender was a Nu alum from the school herself and she always kept the tables open for them until about ten in the evening. So their crowd made sure they got to the sprawling bar by nine-thirty if they were going. There were two main bars in two separate rooms, and then off of those were four additional small rooms, with tables and a dance floor. They had two DJs who spun every Friday and Saturday, one R&B and Rap, one rock and techno on the other. Nu was more partial to the rock, so they had their usual spot on that side. 
Carrie always started the night with a round on her. Since she couldn’t join the sorority, but they were nice enough to let her, Sierra and Maryann hung with them without question if it wasn’t an official function, she treated them. She was about to sidle up to the bar for the usual, when Sierra cut her off. 
“My turn.” She smirked. She turned back to the group, and called, “I have something to celebrate, so first round is on me!” 
“Oh, you just so upstaged the wrong person.” Carrie laughed. 
“Yeah, right.” Sierra waved her off. 
“Watch these people,” Carrie teased, “they drink you out of a thousand bucks in a night.” 
“I know, I’ve helped.” Sierra laughed. She turned to the bartender. “Beers for the table, please.” 
The bartender started pouring and Sierra’s tab wound up with about thirty-five beers on it. She paid with the shiny new Yancey Home card she’d finally gotten in the mail two days before. It was a personal account that Carrie had Danielle set up for Sierra, and the only person it had to be accounted to was Danielle and the accountant. Carrie laughed. “So the beers really are on me.” 
“Shut it, your Highness.” She stuck her tongue out. Grabbing a beer, Sierra turned around to face the rest of the group. “This summer,” she yelled over the din, getting everyone’s attention, “I spent the two weeks in Bangladesh learning what true struggles to survive are, and watched as our own Princess rolled up her sleeves to administer medicine, change bandages, dig into the mud to provide shelter and comfort those who needed it. I witnessed in her a transformation that three years ago, no one would have believed. And when I returned, I was given one of the greatest honors I never dreamed I would, by being named to the Princess’s retinue as a Lady in Waiting. So, to honor her and the amazing person she has started to transform herself into, raise your glass with me.” Sierra’s beer glass rose into the air above her head. 
Carrie could barely contain her shock when she saw every glass in the bar, not just those in their group, join Sierra’s. She had to turn back to the bar and grab her beer, so she was able to compose herself a moment before turning back to the group. 
She turned back and Sierra looked straight at her. “To the Princess!” 
The entire bar cheered back, “The Princess!” 
Sierra clinked her beer against Carrie’s and took a huge swig. Carrie managed a sip, as she heard all the glasses clinking in the bar. Emma, Jason, Terry, Maryann and a few others also came by and clinked hers and Sierra’s glass. Carrie managed a few more sips, then had to put the beer down for fear of dropping it. 
“I need some fresh air,” she managed to mumble to Emma before stumbling for the door. She popped outside and trotted down the wall a little way, to lean against it. She took a few deep breaths and crossed her arms over her stomach. She felt very strange at that moment. Those people hadn’t known the princess was in the room. They hadn’t known she was watching. What they’d done, toasting her so enthusiastically was because they wanted to, not because they felt they had to. This was completely and utterly surreal. She was just starting to get used to the idea of being a princess, three years on, and suddenly she was being toasted. 
Carrie left the wall and wandered through the cars for a moment, stopping to lean against the SUV there. She tried to calm herself down a bit more. She scrubbed her face, trying to get rid of the cold sweat and glanced in the side view mirror to make sure she hadn’t smeared her makeup to hell. 
Her brother stared back. 
Her breath rushed out of her chest and she felt dizzy all over again. She reached for the glass, studying the shadow of Edward that was there. He looked shocked as her hand approached him, but a moment later he reached up and touched the same place on the glass she did. 
“Eddie,” she whispered. 
She saw him mouth her name. 
“I miss you, you jerk,” she whispered. 
Miss you too, potato face. 
She felt tears in her eyes. “Why did you have to leave me?” 
I could ask the same thing. 
She stroked her thumb over his forehead. “For God’s sake, will you get your damn hair cut?! Mom would lose her shit…” 
Eddie in the glass clearly laughed and understood her. She hates it! 
“I don’t know where you are, or what you’re doing, but I hope you’re okay...” 
I am. He heaved a sigh. I hope you are too.  
“Very.” She smiled. She felt a sob burst from her chest and screwed up her face. “Shit, Eddie.” 
I know, bugger. I know.

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Author of “The Faction Stories”, a few poems, a whole lotta superheroes, J. Rose Alexander is real life persona of Katherine Rhodes. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and four cats. Chatter box, compulsive writer, bon vivant, stunt commuter, and a ninja in her dreams, J. Rose enjoys losing herself in the capes and masks of her superheroes and is always on the look out for a new adventure, on the page or in real life. She invites you to join her on all of her adventures: J. Rose also writes erotic adult romance under the pen name Katherine Rhodes. She invites you to find out more at her page

Coming Soon, "Penumbra: Equinox, Book 1 of the Witchwolf Chronicles."


Don't forget to grab a copy today!

Best wishes,
~Jennifer Labelle~

Friday, November 14, 2014

Midnight's Fate with Author Isobelle Cate...

There’s an on-going war between two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood, the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor.
The Cynn Cruor want to live in harmony with the human race.
The Scatha Cruor want to enslave them.
In these pages are glimpses of the stories and the lives of
the Cynn Cruor warriors.
Their joys.
Their heartbreaks.
The women who are their strength, their soul.
Not everything is cut and dried.
Nothing is black and white.
One's truth is another one's lie.


Zac McBain is on a mission to a place that doesn’t exist - a place that disappeared thousands of years ago. The source of the Specus Argentum--the only silver that can harm the Cruors, is sought by not only Zac and the Ancients, but Dac Valerian as well.
Hidden deep in the rainforests of Honduras, the present day town of La Nahuaterique, Faith Hannah is on a mission, both humanitarian and personal. Her medical mission is prompted by her wish to escape the problems that assail her in London. She never expected to be kidnapped and discover a whole supernatural world around her own--and she certainly didn't expect to feel such a sudden, intense need and longing for one of them.
As soon as Zac sees Faith deep in the woods, he's lost to her. In the middle of a hard fought battle for the Specus Argentum, the passion fate has decreed between Zac and Faith begins to consume them.
But the impending war between the Cynn Cruor and Scatha Cruor comes to a head. Secrets are unearthed, loyalties are doubted... and love must struggle to prevail.

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Sexcerpt for Midnight’s Fate:
"Yes..." she sighed. Each flick of Zac's tongue sent the same rippling sensation of need into her clit. Each suck, a lick inside her sex. Her core was satiny wet amidst the water. Her moans and gasps echoed in the cavern. She looked down in disappointment when his mouth left her turgid nub but sighed when his tongue blazed a trail along the valley between her breasts going lower. Faith watched Zac's tongue lick the water from her skin leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Then he moved away. Cold washed over her naked body and her cheeks flamed when she saw the tip of his arousal peeking as though desperately trying to escape the clutches of his suit.
The heat of his gaze was more than enough to stave away the cold.
"I don't think I'll be able to control myself with you," his voice was strained. "I'm holding on to a thin thread of control here. If you say yes, I'll take my fill of you, make you scream and remove all traces of any man lucky enough to be inside you in the past." His hunter green eyes glowed with sparks of gold.
She made a move forward not bothering to cover herself, feeling her feminine power when Zac raked her body with his burning gaze. "I want to feel you inside me. I want what you do to me making me forget and giving me hope for something much better. I want you Zac. I want you to let go with me.”
His mouth curled into a smile both dangerous and sexy. Faith had the sudden urge to gyrate in front of him as though his eyes commanded her every move, her every want, creating a bond that allowed him to grant her every desire.
"Your blush radiates all over your body," he said scouring his gaze down her naked form. "Rosy, wet, and hot. I tasted your pussy then like I want to do now. Will it also be the same?"
His words made her slicker between her legs. Faith felt her nether lips throb with anticipation, her core aching and longing to be filled, her juices trickling down her inner thighs.
"Yes?" her breaths were coming in quick gasps Faith thought that she would hyperventilate.
"I like eating you," he murmured, bringing his thumb to trace her jaw and caress her lower lip. "Licking you from your hole up to your clit and back again."
"Oh God...."
"I like spreading you apart enough to put my head between your legs and drink your sweetness until you have no more left."
They were now less than an inch apart. Faith’s breath was coming in pants. If Zac kept on talking to her like this she would come without even being touched.
"If I go down on my knees," Zac did just that, the water gently moving around him. "And put your leg on my shoulder, my mouth and nose flushed against heaven, will you let me take you? Will you let me use my mouth and fingers to fuck you? By the time I'm done and you've come, you will be ready to take my cock inside you. You will take me with you where I've brought you before."
Faith looked down at him, mesmerized by his eyes, his angular face, his mouth.
And she was lost.

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Isobelle Cate is a woman who wears different masks.  Mother-writer, wife-professional, scholar-novelist.  Currently living in Manchester, she has been drawn to the little known, the secret stories, about the people and the nations:  the English, the Irish, the Scots, the Welsh, and those who are now part of these nations whatever their origins.  Her vision and passion are fuelled by her interest and background in history and paradoxically, shaped by growing up in a clan steeped in lore, loyalty, and legend.     Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.
Buy links to other books by Isobelle:
The Cynn Cruors Bloodline Series:
Rapture at Midnight:

Forever at Midnight

Midnight’s Atonement

Contemporary Romance
Love in Her Dreams

Lakam (The Mana Series: Book 1)

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