Friday, March 22, 2019

New Release: Castle of Blue Stones by Jordan Elizabeth #newadult #fantasy #99cents

A New Young Adult Fantasy from Jordan Elizabeth

Volcanic ash has ruined the world and only remote outposts remain. At the castle in the mountains, covered by snow, everyone only sees shades of blue. 

Except for Jaisy. 

By day she explores farther down the mountain. By night, she’s plagued with dreams of a panther and ghosts calling her name.

When Jaisy’s job sends her into the dungeon, she discovers a hidden room filled with dangerous information. There are secrets within the damp, stone walls that those in control don’t want anyone to know. 

The leaders will kill to protect those secrets – even executing one of their own. 

Jaisy will not go quietly into the blue night, no matter how hard the leaders attempt to silence her.

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Chapter 1

            They tell me the world shouldn’t be blue, but that’s all I see.  Everything has a twinge of blue, from the mist that sometimes rises in the morning to the snow that never wants to leave.  The Guardians tell me the snow should be white, that which stretches everywhere across the mountains.  I know what it looks like, white, when I close my eyes, a stark absence of color, but I shouldn’t, for all I remember is blue in all different shades. 
            The cold dampness bites at my toes.  The extra two pairs of woolen socks, all I can fit into the old boots, aren’t working.  I glance over my shoulder, up the hills to the castle of dark blue stone – they say it’s such a dark grey it looks black – where the windows haunt my dreams.  That glass that reflects the sunlight screams at me to ignore the worn-out leather boots and the threat of frostbite on my cheeks, to keep trudging and never dare go back.
            Except, I will.  What lies beyond all the snow and rocks?  They tell me nothing, that I should be thankful to have survived the volcano that killed ninety-percent of the population with ash, which brought about what they call an ice age.  Out there, I will freeze and starve.  Death will claim me. 
            I tug off one of my wool mittens to study my fingers, still pliable enough that frostbite hasn’t begun.  I’ve gone what might be an extra half-mile from my last trek.  I mark each time I stop to go back by painting on a rock.  I choose a rock tall enough to protrude from the snow. 
            My breath puffs in front of my lips.  I’ve gone a mile, by my reckoning.  I always push myself for that one extra mile.  They’re used to it, back at the castle.  My boss won’t expect me back until morning when we file for breakfast, and judging by the sun lowering in the sky, I have a few hours before twilight. 
            I pull my glove back on and continue.  The snow drifted, so in most places, it reaches my shins, but sometimes it comes up to my knees, or my waist, but never deeper.  I’ve laced the ankle boots as tight as they go, with extra woolen legwarmers, to keep the snow from falling inside. 
            Someday, I will find what calls to me.  Whatever it is, it is mine.  It wants me there. 
            The wind tears through the leather coat.  I’ll need to sew extra material into the lining.  The dress underneath is thick, with a collar that buttons to my chin.  I won’t freeze.  The ice would be the winner then, not I. 
            I stiffen.  No one would follow me.  They don’t go outside except for the balconies, for fresh air when the sun is warm. 
            The voices have begun again.  “Who are you?”  My own voice is higher-pitched, shrill, desperate.  It bounces off the boulders rising jagged; it rattles through the mountains into the cloudless sky. 
            The voices only reach me when I leave the castle, when I am far enough away that it is only a speck of blue. 
            Flakes of snow spiral into the image of a young woman.  Her hair is copper, with a tiara on her head, set with pearls.  A sheer veil drapes around her bare shoulders.  Her red dress is sleeveless, with a gold sash across the front. 
            She is not blue. 
            Shayna…”  It is her voice, deeper than mine, which answers my question.  The flakes fall back to the ground, banishing her.  She’s appeared before, always leaving without more than a few words.  Last time, she swore she loved me.
            I sit in the snow and adjust my hat.  My heartbeat races, my palms itch as though a thousand spiders bit them. 
            A dream approaches.  “Take me.” 


            A woman shoved my arms into the sleeves of an oversized brown coat and jerked at the fastenings.  “You do not look back.  You keep going.” 
            “Grandma, Lana isn’t here.  They’re going to hurt her.”  My voice wobbled and tears blurred my vision.  I wiped the burn away on my sleeve as she fastened the final brass button.  “Grandma.”  She needed to listen – Lana had to be saved.  “Our lives are linked.  If she dies, I die.”  It was more than that.  Lana had become everything to me since I turned thirteen, two years ago. 
            “That’s not how it works.  If you die, she dies, but if she dies, another will take her place.”  My grandmother cried as I did, her blue eyes shining and the kohl around her lashes running.  Her brown coat was as hideous as mine, shapeless, a peasant man’s; I had to be short, so mine dragged along the marble floor. 
            Antorge bolted into the library and slammed the door shut.  “They’re here.” 
            “The spirits save us.”  My grandmother drew a heart over her chest to call on their good graces.  How could they help us when we were abandoning our pets to fight for us?  Lana, my panther, should be at my side, not snarling at the palace gate. 
            Antorge pulled me into his arms to lay his lips against mine.  “I love you, Jaisy.”  Gone were his regal clothes; in their place, he wore a baggy, woolen tunic and black slacks tucked into boots.  He could’ve been a servant rather than my betrothed. 
            My grandmother fiddled with the lever beneath the ship painting; the secret panel in the wall swung outward.  “Come, hurry.” 
            My heart thudded against my chest and I tightened my fingers around his.  “We’ll hide in the wall.”
            “We’ll keep going.”  My grandmother scowled as she vanished into the shadows of the passageway. 
            Antorge and I had played hide-and-seek in that dank area when we were children.  Father had told us it’d been used for refugees in the wars one-hundred years ago.  It would be used again for that.
            As I stepped inside, Antorge pulled me back around to press his lips to mine.  “I love you.”  He nudged me inside, one hand on the panel.
            “She said to hurry…”  A roaring started in my ears.  The candles around the library had grown too bright.  “You’re not coming.”
            Now he cried; so many tears amongst us.  “I’ll lead them away.  It’s you they want.”
            “They want all of us.”  Grandmother grabbed my sleeve from the darkness, jerking me back.  The panel closed, sealing a wall between Antoge and me.
            “He’ll be fine,” Grandmother whispered.  “He’ll find us if we don’t find him.” 
            The tunnel led us up and down.  The tears refused to stop and a sob choked my throat.  Our ancestors had done this before, they would pity us.  My brunette bangs fell over my eyes, long curls catching on my lips.  In the dark, my hair could have been sable. 
            The passage opened beneath the bridge in the city.  Snow fell in thick flakes from the sky.  It had never snowed so much; it had begun when the evil ones first entered the country. 
            “The temple will protect us,” my grandmother said.  She believed so heartedly in the ancestors.  We needed Lana and the other soul pets, not long-dead ghosts.
            The ice in the pond cracks and a hand jutted out, skinny enough to accentuate every bone.  Yellow fingernails, an inch long, curled around the fingertips.
            “What is that?”  I screamed. 
            I would waken in Antorge’s bed with sunlight painting us in colors from the stained-glass window.  We would giggle, he’d kiss me, and I’d tiptoe back to my bedroom, biting my knuckles to stifle my laughter. 
            This couldn’t be real.  A nightmare terrifying enough to send a child scurrying to its parent.
            The hand seized the dragging coat.  I reached for my grandmother, catching sight of her green eyes and silver hair, before frigid water closed over me.


            I open my eyes to realize I’ve fallen backwards.  It has begun to snow, flakes settling over me.  When I blink, I feel frozen tears. 
            I’ve had that dream before, and each time the loss of the young man stabs me so hard I want to scream. 
            “Grandmother?”  No answer besides the wind. 
            I walk to the nearest rock and pull the paint stick from my pocket.  They say the paint is red, but it appears murky blue.  I color in a square as large as my head and tuck the paint stick away, buttoning the pocket.  If I head back to the castle, I’ll stop crying.  The grandmother and Antorge will fade away, back into the daydream, and everyday activities will take over.  I won’t be lost to my own mind. 
            Antorge and my grandmother will never be real.  I’ve made them up, even though the dreams have color and I can feel them touch me. 
            They tell me I never had a grandmother, so she can’t be factual. 
            “You’re lucky to be alive,” the Guardians say.  The volcano killed my family when I was two years old.  I’ve lived at the castle ever since. 

About the Author

Jordan Elizabeth writes down her nightmares in order to live her dreams. When she's not creating art or searching for lost history in the woods, she's updating her blog. Jordan roams Central New York, but she loves to travel.

Saturday, March 16, 2019

Get Lucky #Giveaway: #romance

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Forced to dive headfirst into the mystery to clear her name, the last thing Ivy should be thinking about is hopping into bed with the bossy detective. But Cameron Lewis is relentless, and the dirty things he says to her drive her wild.

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As the evidence against her piles up and the intense attraction between her and Cameron deepens, Ivy wants nothing more than to lean on the tattooed detective. She already trusts him with her body. Now she has to find the courage to trust him with her heart.

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Friday, March 15, 2019

Possessive Alpha Male Alert! Devour Me is LIVE! #romance #giveaway

Devour Me
Her Best Friend's Father #1
by Ayden K. Morgen
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Don't get caught.
Never fall in love.
And steer clear of his daughter's friends.

The rules were easy enough for Roman Gregory...until Mila Lawson set out to break every single one of them.

When the twenty-two year old lands on the ATF agent's doorstep after a nasty breakup, he knows all too well that she's off-limits. At thirty-eight, he's almost twice her age, she's hurting, and the blonde bombshell is his daughter's best friend.

Mila knows all about wanting what she can't have. For four years, she's lusted after Talia McPherson's scary hot, terminally single father from afar. After walking away from her cheating ex and what she thought was her happily-ever-after, the last thing on her mind is jumping into a new relationship.

Until she find herself living with Roman in Santa Cruz...

Now all she can think about is making all those dirty fantasies come to life. With nothing left to lose, she makes him an offer he can't refuse: Two weeks of no-holds-barred sex. No strings. No commitments. No messy emotions.

Roman has no business agreeing to her insane proposition. He can't have her. He shouldn't even want her. But he's going to take her anyway… and he has no intentions of stopping until she's his completely.
If there's one thing Roman knows for a fact, it's that he doesn't lose. Ever.

Devour Me is the first of three steamy novellas featuring Mila and Roman.

"So I'm sorry about last night," I say, holding his gaze, refusing to fidget under the weight of it. My hand trembles, so I quickly set my coffee cup on the counter and cross my arms. "I never drink that much. I, um, I'm sorry I passed out and you had to take care of me."

He frowns at me, something shifting through his gaze so quickly, I can't make it out. He looks…I'm not sure. Like I've thrown him off-balance again, like he suddenly isn't sure what to expect from me. That little flash of uncertainty gives me the courage I need to finish what I have to say.

"I should probably also apologize for going into your room yesterday. It wasn't fair of me to invade your privacy like that. You had your door closed for a reason, and I should have respected that."

He stares at me, but doesn't say anything. He does that a lot, just watches me. Ever since I first met him, he's watched me like he can't look away. He looks at me like he knows me inside and out, and still hasn't decided what to do about me. It's unnerving and hot at the same damn time, and I have no clue what it means.

"You said you should apologize," he finally says.


"You said you should apologize." He tips his coffee cup up to his lips and takes a sip, watching me over the rim. Those blue eyes rove across my face, not missing anything. "You didn't say you are sorry."

"Oh." I wander toward the fridge, grimacing when my foot throbs.

"Is your foot still bothering you?"

"It's okay," I say, giving him a partial truth. It's not too bad, but it honestly feels worse this morning than it did yesterday. I think it may be getting infected. That's probably my fault for walking around barefoot all the time, but I like the feel of the floor beneath my feet. I love buying shoes, but I'm not big on actually wearing them.

I squeak when I'm suddenly lifted off my feet. My hands go to Roman's shoulders, clutching as he swings me up into his arms like I don't weigh anything. He doesn't seem to notice my weight at all, actually. It's honestly kind of hot. Damien was tall and lanky and he never picked me up. I'm only a size thirteen, but I always felt a little out of place next to him. Or maybe he made me feel out of place beside him. I'm not sure, but Roman doesn't make me feel that way.

He turns and plops me down on the island. The marble is cold beneath me, my thin shorts not offering much protection. The chill fades quickly when he runs his hand down my bare leg, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. A different kind of shiver rolls through me, and then he's propping my foot up to examine it, a furrow between his brows. I fight the urge to reach out and smooth that little wrinkle with my fingers.

"You need to keep this bandaged. It's infected." His fingertip runs across my instep and then he turns away.

He's back in seconds, the first aid kit in his hands. He pops it open and rummages through, setting aside various items before he finds what he's after. I open my mouth to tell him that I'm fine, but he glares at me before I can form the first syllable, so I shut up and sit patiently.

He cleans the cut with gentle hands, swabs ointment onto it, and then wraps a bandage around my foot.

"Thanks," I whisper when he's finished.

I expect him to let me go, but he doesn't. He looks up at me, his big hand still wrapped around my ankle. He's so close I can see little flecks of gold in his eyes, smell the coffee and minty toothpaste on his breath. I swallow hard at the heat in his gaze.

"You said you should apologize," he repeats his earlier comment now that he's done doctoring me up. "Are you sorry?"

"No," I whisper, unable to lie to him. Maybe I should be sorry for invading his privacy or throwing myself at him, but honestly, I think I'd do the same thing all over again. I want him, and I know he wants me too. Taking big risks and putting myself out there has never really been my thing, but I want to take one this time.

He slides his hand up my calf.

"Are you sorry?" I ask, my gaze locked on the play of emotions across his face. They swirl through his eyes so quickly I'm not sure where his head is at…what he's thinking…what he wants.

"No." His hand lands against my inner thigh, making me jump. "Easy, baby," he murmurs, placing himself between my spread legs.

"You apologized yesterday," I remind him, trying to ignore the way my stomach flips at the word baby. I love it when he calls me that.

"I lied." His mouth lands against my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I'm not sorry for a fucking thing, Mila." His teeth clamp down around my earlobe. The sting sends a bolt straight to my clit. "You offered me two weeks," he says against my skin. "Did you mean it?"


He nips at my earlobe again like he's rewarding me for answering him. His hands skim across my thighs and then around to my hips. He grips me hard, holding me in place.

"I hope you're ready for me, sweetheart," he whispers. "It's too late to back out now."

Ayden is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood sweetheart/husband of fifteen years, and their furry minions. When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering, causing mischief, and building a Spork army.

Ayden graduated summa cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the CJ and Social Services field.

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Saturday, February 23, 2019

New Release: The Man in Black by @JamiDeniseO #romance

Title: The Man in Black
Series: Lucky Penny, Texas #1
Author: Jami Denise
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2019 Cover Design: Amy at Q Designs
Winona Harper’s life had hit a wall going eighty miles an hour. Cash Duvall wants to be the man to fix her up.
I left Texas jaded and betrayed, but determined to prove I had what it took to make it in New York. Six years later, I’m back where I started, and twice as bitter. The last thing I need is the cocky, mysterious new guy in town throwing me off course with his sultry eyes and tight Levi’s. 
Winnie Harper walked into my shop with a flat tire, a broken stiletto, and a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas. She lit a fire in my loins I couldn’t ignore, not that I was trying. I had no business messing with a girl like Winnie, but I was going there anyway. 
We were both running from something. I just needed to steer her in my direction so we were going the same way.
As I dug around in the glove box, I heard someone chuckling behind me and froze. I bit down on my tongue so hard I could taste blood. I was just about to turn around and attack, until I heard his beautiful voice behind me.
"Now, that's a view," he said.
Holy shit.
My belly vibrated with want at the sound of his low, husky voice. It was gravelly. Manly. I had never heard anything like it.
Then, his words registered in my brain, and realized I was bent over in my truck, flashing a stranger my bare ass.
I scooted myself from the cab and turned around quickly, covering my butt with my hands. I pressed myself against the cold steel of my truck and took a deep breath.
I forced myself to look up at him, and the only description for the man was pure perfection. He was not at all what I was expecting to see. Not in Rust Point, of all places. He stood in front of me with a wry smile, his muscular arms crossed tightly over his chest and an easy stance. I blinked several times, trying to focus on what had to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. His light eyes danced with humor, and as I tried to figure out if they were blue or green, or a little of both, I realized those same eyes had just been staring at my mostly bare ass.
I wanted to die.
He was confident and sexy as hell. He stood firm, thick legs shoulder-width apart and his back steady and tall. He wore a pair of worn Levi's and a light blue work shirt with an embroidered patch above the front pocket. The black T-shirt underneath hugged his strong chest. His black work boots were scuffed and worn, and I had never been so turned on by black boots in my entire life.
He screamed man. And sex. And at that moment, so did my brain. My gaze slowly worked its way back up to his face, and those eyes were still sparkling with mischief. His mouth should have been illegal. I wanted to suck those soft lips into my mouth.
There was nothing, and I mean, nothing about him I didn’t want to touch. My fingers twitched, wanting to trace his chiseled jaw, and run through the rough scruff of his beard. I imagined nuzzling my cheek all over it, and then working my way all the way down and back again.
My pinky gave another flicker when I noticed the thick dark hair peeking out from under his ball cap. There was a hint of salt and pepper at the temple and I wanted to rip that hat off his head and play with those waves.
And rip his T-shirt off and rub his hard pecs. And his thighs. Thick, muscular thighs that pressed against the worn denim. And his strong arms…

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Entwined by @JessaRusso is Now Available! #romance #ya #paranormal

The wait is finally over! 


See how things wrap up for Ever, Toby, and Frankie in the final installment of The Ever Trilogy



The Ever Trilogy, Book 3

By Jessa Russo

“After years of collecting souls without even a moment’s pause, I’d collected the one soul I swore I’d never harvest. The one soul I’d promised to protect. 
Against my will and without my permission.”

When soul collector Toby James met Ever Van Ruysdael, his second chance at life, his world, and his heart were thrown for a loop. After months of chaos, they’re finally in a good place. 

But fate has other plans for Ever and Toby, and now, both souls are on the line. 

All’s fair in love and war… when a Reaper comes knocking on your door.

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