A Buck a Book, Win a Nook from Decadent-featuring Something Blue – The Guardian Agency Series Book 2 by Ursula Sinclair

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Hi, my name is LaVerne Thompson. I also write romantic suspense as Ursula Sinclair and I’m happy to be here today as part of Decadent Publishing’s A Buck A Book Win A Nook blog tour.  To enter, click on the Decadent button on the right side of the blog.  Thanks and good luck!

Harlie here…do not miss this series.  White Wedding, the first book introduced me to Ursula/LaVerne and I’ve never looked back.  🙂

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I’d like to introduce you to Noah and River. They have a long history together.

Something Blue- The Guardian Agency Series Book 2

By Ursula Sinclair

 

Blurb

What happens when dreams come true, but it’s not all it was supposed to be?

River Blu’s music has made her the stuff of legend, she’s every bit a rock star who dominates the pop charts. But through the years a secret haunts her, making it impossible to give her heart to anyone or anything other than her music.

When River’s life is in danger she turns to Noah for help. They have a history together, one he’d like to repeat, with a different ending. But first he has to figure out who from her past is trying to kill her.

Excerpt

He’d followed her from the hotel. It was so easy. He stayed behind the paparazzi vehicle. When the dark limo turned into the driveway of a church, the move surprised him, but he didn’t slow down or make the mistake of following them. The van of so-called photographers tried to pull in, but someone stood at the entrance, stopping them from going any further. He drove yards beyond the driveway, checking his rearview mirror to make sure her car hadn’t just tried to turn around.

A small sedan pulled out of a parking spot down the road a bit, and he took it. He turned off the car, grabbed his camera, and headed back toward the church. Just another asshole trying to get a shot of a rock queen.

The paparazzi van and an SUV with two other photographers stopped just beyond the entrance. Like parasites, they spilled out and lined the sidewalk in front of the church. Fighting for the best angle, they shot wildly at whoever stepped out of the limo and went into the church. Crossing the street, he walked down the sidewalk past the entrance to the church until he’d circled around to the alley behind the building. A few cars were parked in the church parking lot, and besides the two men posted at the gate, another stood at the rear entrance. The entire setup looked like a wedding or some shit. As long as it wasn’t her wedding, he didn’t give a damn. Besides, that bastard boyfriend of hers was in jail. Good. One less person in his way.

After walking a full circle around the block, he returned to his car. He’d spotted a better parking spot and moved the car there. His new location gave him a clear view of the entrance to the parking lot as well as the front of the church. Tonight was the night; she was finally where he could reach her. Time for him to act. He’d stay a few more minutes, just to make sure they weren’t leaving right away, and then he’d return to the hotel before she did. Sooner or later, she’d show up, and he’d be waiting. He wondered if she ever thought about him.

LaVerne Thompson is the author of several works in the contemporary, fantasy and sci/fi genres. She also writes romantic suspense with an edge under her alter ego Ursula Sinclair. She loves to hear from readers.

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Stone Chameleon (An Ironhill Jinn Novel) by Jocelyn Adams – Interview/Excerpt

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Series:  Ironhill Jinn, book #1

Genre:  Urban Fantasy

Publisher:  MuseItUp Publishing

Release Date:  May 24th, 2013

Keywords:  jinn, vampires, elves, fantasy, urban fantasy, romance, romantic, mystery, suspense, humor, kelpies, elementals, paranormal.

Blurb:

When a series of unusual murders point to Lou Hudson, Ironhill’s equal rights advocate, as the primary suspect, she has but one choice: find the real perpetrator before her trial begins or face execution.

Lou, the last of the jinn, survives by hiding her abilities after the rest of the elementals fell victim to genocide. As a preternatural pest exterminator and self-proclaimed guardian of the innocent, she’s accustomed to trudging through the dregs of society. Hunting down a pesky murderer should be easy, especially with help from the dashing and mischievous local media darling.

For Lou, though, nothing is ever simple. When she discovers the killer’s identity, to reveal it would unearth her secret and go against her strict moral code, resulting in a deadly catch twenty-two.

Author Interview:

About You:

So have you ever written under another name?

I’m actually attempting to juggle three pen names at the moment.  J  I write adult mainstream fiction under Jocelyn Adams, erotica under another name, and I’m in the process of writing two young adult novels under yet another name.  My muse has a mind of his own, and he likes a little variety in our creativity.

Do you have pieces of work that you think will never see light of day?

Oh yes, at least two completed novels – one young adult PNR and one erotic, and several other half completed ones that I’ve pillaged ideas and characters from to incorporate into stronger stories elsewhere.  It’s possible I might revisit one of my earliest works, but I have so many other ideas floating around, I doubt it.

About Your Book:

Is there a message in your book that you want readers to grasp?

My message is summed up nicely in the dedication which I’ll share with you:

For those brave enough to stand between prejudice and its victims,

who see beauty in the soul instead of the skin,

and who can walk among all races, creeds, orientations,

and religions and see only friends.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Earnest Hemmingway said it best:  “The hardest part of writing a novel is finishing it.”  The last ten chapters are always the most complicated as that’s where the weaving together of the storylines, and setting up for the next book if applicable, come into play.  I always drag my feet on those.  So satisfying to type THE END, though, which helps me push through.

Once we finish this book and fall in love with your characters, we are going to want the next book immediately.  What can you tell your readers to help calm their hunger for more?

For those who follow my work, they already know how cruel I am to my characters, so I’ll say only this…Isaac is going to make Lou’s life hell for a while, as well as tempt her in ways she never dreamed of.

About Writing in General:

Do you have a method for creating your characters, their names and what do you think makes them believable?

My characters often create themselves.  I begin a book with a general idea of who a character is, along with a name that usually just comes to me, and then let the character lead me where they want to go.  I bring them to life by putting them in the most horrendous situations I can imagine and letting them find their way out of it.  It’s worked out well so far.  J

When was the last time you wrote something you didn’t expect to write?

Just recently actually.  I’m writing a new adult PNR, and a scene that hadn’t so much as flitted through my mind was suddenly on the paper.  It was an odd experience for me, but the scene changed everything in the book.

Miscellaneous:

What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? What has been the best compliment?

There are those out there who like to be mean, and I put myself out there knowing my work wouldn’t be for everyone, so I honestly don’t look too hard at the negativity in the reviews.  My beta readers put me through my paces, and those criticisms I take and learn from to make myself better.

The best compliment I’ve ever received was:  “Bless you for not writing the easy ending.  I’ve been thinking about this story for days, so bravo to you.”  That particular story was a tragedy, and I knew not everyone would enjoy the bittersweet ending, but this reader got it, felt it, took it to heart as I meant them to.  That was enough to make the story worthwhile to write.

Fun Questions:

If you could have any automobile, which would you have?

I’d totally have a Porche 911 turbo if I had the money.  Sexy, goes like hell, and it’s all wheel drive.  On yeah. *shivers*

Wrap-Ups

Okay, so everyone has had a chance to see your awesomeness. Where can they go to snag their own copy of your novel?

Thank you for stopping by my little corner of the Web. I really wish you the best of everything. But before you go…where can we follow you?

Thanks so much for the chat today, it was fun.  You can connect with me here:

Website  |  BlogFacebook  |  Twitter  |  Goodreads

Excerpt:

A flare shot over the rooftops to our left. I dove at Blake and slammed him to the pavement as another column of fire streaked toward us. The flames seared my back. The dragon bat was not a happy camper. Someone landed on my backside, crushing a grunt out of me and pounding my shoulder blade while Blake gasped beneath me.

“Bloody hell, Amun,” I said, before I realized he did it to put out the flames eating up my shirt. “Oh, I see. Thanks.”

He pulled me up, and the three of us ducked behind a car in the parking lot beside the Whip and Tickle, a vampire fetish-wear shop. The owl-sized bat swooped over us again, blasting an inferno that exploded the front window of the shop, sending studded leather and melted mannequins onto the sidewalk.

Three of the other creatures we’d hunted lay dead on other streets, the scorpion included, all by my sword when I’d been left with two options: kill or die. Twelve more were contained in three trucks. The bat remained the only unwelcome visitor in Fangtown. Other than us, of course.

“This is madness, Lou.” Amun panted beside me, his arms rising to shield his head as the bat exhaled on a Mini Cooper two cars over, the crackling and popping suggesting we should find a new hiding place.

“I agree with Mr. Bassili,” Blake said, his drawl worsening with his fright. “What the hell in a hand grenade do we do now?”

Rudy poked his almost translucent head out from behind the newspaper boxes he dove behind during the first fiery blast. The poor guy shook so badly I’d have been surprised if he could see anything. I gestured to him to stay put. “We’ve scared it, not something you want to do to a dragon bat.” A deep exhalation centered me enough to think. “I seem to recall the pecking order in a colony of bats. If we want protection from the dominants, we must present an offering of food.”

“And that helps us how?” Amun, his face blackened with soot and smeared with dirt, tilted to rest against the tire of the car, appearing as frazzled as I’d ever seen him. The sight induced a belly laugh that wouldn’t be contained.

He took on a strange expression of one eyebrow cocked and a half-grin, as if he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. “What?”

I waved him off. “Nothing, I think I’m just losing my marbles.” Rising up enough to see around the car to Rudy, I shouted, “Rudy, do you have any rodents in your truck? Rats or mice?”

“No,” he hollered back, “but I can call some for you.”

I nodded. “As fast as you can.”

Flapping came from our rears. Crackling. A blast tossed the front of a car up until it crashed down on its hood, crushing a Mazda behind it.

“Move!” I shoved at Amun and tugged Blake toward the back of the fetish shop, since it was much closer than the front where flames still poured out of the broken window. Amun kicked out with a startling force against the wooden door. It took three tries, but it finally gave. My, but he was strong. We rushed inside and crouched behind a cement wall beside a set of stairs leading down.

“What do you want the rats for?” Amun asked with obvious suspicion. “Tell me you don’t want one of us to go out there and dangle something for that thing to come and snatch, probably toasting us to a golden brown in the process? Because I think I’ve grown a healthy dose of sympathy for marshmallows right about now.”

“Don’t worry, Amun. I’m going, not you. We just need to listen for Rudy to come back, if he hasn’t chickened out and run for the hills. Hopefully rats like to hang out here and aren’t snapped up for evening snacks.” There was a reason the umikan stuck to small, normal pests, other than his ability to talk to them. Although he’d deal with the scarier stuff when the need called for it, he usually didn’t have enough courage to fill a thimble.

“What?” Amun palmed his forehead. “You can’t be serious.” He gestured toward the door. “Have you been oblivious to the destruction that thing caused just in the last ten minutes? It’s pissed, and I don’t think it’s going to care about some little morsel you offer it.” His frown tugged at his features. “Why are you smiling like that?”

I shrugged, hopped up on adrenaline and enjoying the sight of the great Amun Bassili squirming. “This is what I do for a living.”

“You’re enjoying this?” Both of his eyebrows jacked up.

“Yup,” Blake said, rolling his eyes and chuckling from deep in his belly. “Weirdest broad I ever knew. Takes a bit of starch outta the ole manhood, don’t it?”

I wiped the char from my hands onto my jeans. “To do a job one takes no pride in is a travesty, in my opinion.”

At Rudy’s shout from beyond the wall, I said, “Stay here. Don’t come out until I call or you could send the bat into fits again.”

About the Author:joceadams

Jocelyn Adams grew up on a cattle farm in Lakefield and has remained a resident of Southern Ontario her entire life, most recently in Muskoka. She has worked as a computer geek, a stable hand, a secretary, and spent most of her childhood buried up to the waist in an old car or tractor engine with her mechanically inclined dad. But mostly, she’s a dreamer with a vivid imagination and a love for dark fantasy (and a closet romantic — shhh!). When she isn’t shooting her compound bow in competition or writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.

 

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Vengeance Hammer (Viking Vengeance, Book #3) by Jianne Carlo – Excerpt #4/Giveaway

vengeance-barragebannerGIVEAWAY INFO:  Prize is an eBook copy of Vengeance Hammer (Viking Vengeance, Book 3) from Jianne Carlo. Contest is tour-wide and ends May 29. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.  Rafflecopter and tour schedule link are at the bottom of the post.  Good luck!

Vengeance Hammer (Viking Vengeance #3)

by Jianne Carlo

Erotic Historical Romantic Suspense

Categories: Mystery/Thriller

Publisher: Etopia Press

Release Date: May 3, 2013

Heat Level: Sizzling

Word Count: 73,000

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Description:

Can a Viking forgive the woman who cheated him of his vengeance?

All Dráddor has to do is kill the Earl of Caithness, wed the man’s daughter, and vengeance would be his and the oath to his father would be fulfilled. But when he arrives at Caithness, the earl is already dead, poisoned by own wife. And when he finds the earl’s daughter, the Lady Xára, he find she’s unable to speak. Unwilling to be thwarted, Dráddor marries her anyway to claim the earl’s lands and title, knowing King Kenneth could not fault him for later casting her aside.

Desperate to protect her family, Xára willingly weds the Viking. She must win Dráddor to her side before he discovers the secret that will destroy all. But the Saracen warrior, Niketas, has other plans. He needs the blood of two virgin half-immortals to win eternal life and the powers of the gods. Until the god Heimdallr, Xára’s true sire, makes it clear he has other plans for his beloved daughter…

Vengeance Hammer, Vengeance Warriors Book 4: Excerpt:

Resting his chin on the top of her head, Draddor massaged first one foot then the other. When the tension seeped from Xára’s shoulders and she snuggled closer, he said, “’Tis not long before dawn and there is much to be done on the morrow. Sleep.”

She pushed away from him. With one finger she wrote on his chest, I cannot sleep. I worry of Jennie.

He knew she wanted to sit by her mother’s side. “I cannot have any question the validity of our marriage. We must stay here together until the cocks crow.”

When she tried to slide off his lap, he held her fast, not willing to release her yet. Remembering her slick folds, he decided to move ahead with his plans for binding her to him. She had responded well to his caresses earlier, and forgotten their audience until he’d ruptured her maidenhead. Mayhap a taste of the pleasure to be had in bedsport with him would distract her from worrying about Lady Jennie.

He nuzzled her neck. Loki’s balls be tied. She smelled of all a woman should, spicy with a hint of some floral sweetness, and a secret musk that had his half-hard cock erect in an instant.

She wriggled her shoulders but sank into him and tilted her head to one side. The action was slight, nigh imperceptible, and had he not been attuned to her every nuance, he would not have noticed. A siren’s invitation he could not refuse.

He sipped the downy, fuzzy hairs at her nape and slipped his hand underneath the covers to the soft curve of her belly. When the tips of two fingers grazed at the rim of her navel, it took all the warrior discipline beaten into him to resist the call of her puss.

Cupping her cheek, he turned her face to him and caught her mouth with his.

To his delight, she opened for him, parted her lips, and squeezed his forearm when he tasted her deeply.

He could not resist the flavor of her, honey, nay, mead and fruit and a hint of smoky allure, the complex tang too intoxicating to do naught but drink more, linger more.

She squirmed, the delicious roundness of her arse moving from side to side over his engorged pecker. Temptation reared and his sac drew up. His mind filled with images of spreading her legs wide and hammering into her until he found release.

“Virgin,” he muttered, having enough reason left to speak in Norse, leaned his forehead on hers, and choked back a groan. It had taken all his control to withdraw from her tight sheath without finding his pleasure earlier. Indeed he would not have been capable of resisting pounding into her puss had she not stiffened and scoured her nails on his back when he took her innocence.

He was a Viking, a warrior, a man of honor, and, by Freya, he would wait until Xára signaled her readiness before taking her again. Yet, he could not wile away this chance to teach his bride the sheer ecstasy to be found ’tween a man and a woman.

All at once, he grinned. Aye, he could not breach her tender sheath until she healed, but there was more than one way to pleasure a new wife.

About the Author:

Award winning author, Jianne Carlo’s motto is simple: Alpha Me Please.

While strong heroines, exotic locations, and cultural differences are her forte, she goes weak in the knees for warriors and alphas. Send her a man with an attitude and she’ll find the right woman to tame him.

Jianne loves hot and spicy food, stomach-plunging park rides, and is kept on her toes by her Viking husband of thirty-five years, and three, handsome grown sons. There’s nothing she likes more than hearing from readers.

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Wet and Wild Blog Hop – May 20-25-Day Four

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So it’s getting close to hotter than Hades in Texas so you can imagine what my answer is…I’d rather be wet!  🙂  But what about you?  What gets you hotter?  Being slippery when wet (yes, Bon Jovi reference, sue me) or being part of the Wild Gang?  Or actually being the Wild Thing?  🙂  Yep, I’m full of it can you tell?

Here is a nice visual for all you Bon Jovi freaks like me.   Woo Hoo!

Taking at the concert in Dallas in 2012.
Taking at the concert in Dallas in 2012.

Just leave a comment and an email address so you can be entered into the grand prize drawing.  What’s the Grand Prize?

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Harlie’s prize is a copy of The Couple in any format of your choosing.  Good luck!  Here’s the linky code for the other bloggers/authors.  🙂

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Wet and Wild Blog Hop – May 20-25-Day Three

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So I was going to do another post with a Bon Jovi reference but out of respect to my relatives and friends in the great state of Oklahoma, I will hold off until tomorrow.  Please pray for everyone and donate if you can.  $5 goes a long way.  Thanks.

 

Just leave a comment and an email address so you can be entered into the grand prize drawing.  What’s the Grand Prize?

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Harlie’s prize is a copy of The Couple in any format of your choosing.  Good luck!  Here’s the linky code for the other bloggers/authors.  🙂

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