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Friday, November 27, 2015

The Evans Trilogy series: Set Me Free, Open My Eyes, and Bring Me Back by Jennifer Collin (VNBtM, guest post, excerpt and GIVEAWAY) GFT

I have the pleasure of having a guest post from author Jennifer Collin.  She answers...

What would be your dream place to visit and why?

Like many Australians, I’m reasonably well-travelled. There must be something about being stuck down here at the bottom of the earth that drives us to get on a plane and see the world. The characters in my Evans Trilogy have this is wanderlust as well. Book One, Set Me Free, opens with Charlotte returning from a jaunt to Italy, where, like I did many years ago, she walked the hiking trail along the Cinque Terra. Book Two, Open My Eyes, begins in Kyoto, Japan, another place I’ve visited that has stayed with me. And finally, half of the action in Book Three, Bring Me Back, takes place in New Zealand. My husband and I went to New Zealand on our honeymoon and we often daydream about relocating there.

I’ve ticked many places of my bucket list and most of them met my expectations. In addition to the above, some of my favorite places in the world include Ireland (just all of it), the Scottish Highlands, London, Copenhagen, Berlin, Amsterdam, Krakow (Poland), Prague, Tokyo and Hanoi (Vietnam).

I’ve had misadventures in Paris, where I was accosted beneath the Eiffel Tower by a man who wanted to take me back to his apartment, slip me into some silk trousers, and take photos of me with poking my bottom up in the air. Eww! There was also the time my friend and I were stumbling back to our hut in a northern Thai rice paddy field when two men in full military gear suddenly appeared out of nowhere to watch the spectacle of the drunk westerners. “Did you see that!” we stage-whispered to each other, giggling manically and completely oblivious to the danger we were in.

There are many places I still want to go. I want to see a white Christmas in Canada and pound the pavement in New York. I want to see the west coast of the USA and some of the big landmarks, like Yellowstone National Park and the Grand Canyon. I want to go to Chile, and Brazil and Argentina. I want to see the craziness that is Mumbai (India) and waltz through the Winter Palace in St Petersburg (Russia). I want to see the Terracotta Army in Xian, China and the futuristic cities of Beijing and Shanghai. And I want to take my kids on safari somewhere in Africa and to the Great Pyramids in Egypt.

The world is such a big, beautiful place with so much to see, I’m not sure there is any one dream place for me. I want to see it all. But if I could check out for a few months to go anywhere I wanted to immerse myself in a novel, I dream of overlooking either the lush, green, rolling hills of Ireland in summer, or the snow-capped Remarkables in Queenstown, New Zealand, with a fire warming my back and a cat purring on my lap. Ahh…         


by Jennifer Collin


GENRE:  Chick Lit



Book 1: Set me free

Disastrous love life aside, Charlotte Evans is rather content with her life. Her quaint little art gallery is plodding along nicely, and her sister Emily’s artistic career is about to take off, thanks to her tireless promotion. She even gets to see her best friend every day and drink his delicious coffee in the café next door.
But when dastardly property developer Craig Carmichael comes along, threatening to demolish her gallery and take everything away, Charlotte has an unexpected fight on her hands. Not only is she battling to stop Craig’s development, she’s also struggling against the mysterious magnetic pull that has her on a collision course with Craig himself.
Craig Carmichael is fighting the Battle for Boundary Street on more than one front. The tenants of the building he wants to knock down are mounting a strong case against him and in a hot-headed moment he put his career on the line for a project that is threatening to fail. If the project doesn’t succeed he will lose everything, but for some reason he’s having trouble maintaining his focus.
As their worlds begin to unravel around them, anyone could win. It’s what they might lose that has Charlotte and Craig wondering what it is they really want.

Book 2: Open My Eyes

Everything happens for a reason, they say. And sometimes the reason is you're stupid and make bad decisions. Sleeping with her sister's best friend is one of the dumbest things soon-to-be divorcee Emily Evans has ever done. But she's determined to put it behind her and move on. She's walked away from her cheating husband, managed to make a new friend, and found herself a real job and somewhere to live so she doesn't have to couch-surf any more. Everything should be falling into place but for one problem – there are some mistakes from which you can't move on.
Meanwhile, Ben Cameron is getting on with his life. After all, it's the only thing to do once your heart has been stomped on by the woman of your dreams. Expanding his business and getting cosy with the girl next door are proving welcome distractions. He's even happy to babysit his nephew, as long as he can to hand him back when he's done! And thankfully, Emily Evans, the woman with the heavy boots, is avoiding him like the plague.

But Emily can't avoid him forever, and when she drops a bombshell that turns Ben's world upside-down, suddenly, getting on with his life takes on a whole new meaning.

Book 3: Bring Me Back
Andy Evans is on the move. For six long, lonely years, he’s been running from his past, leaving his family and his life as a drug-addicted rock star far behind. His latest move takes him to the sleepy seaside town of Oamaru, New Zealand, to sell cigar-box guitars to tourists. The only running he’ll need to do will be training for the half-marathon in nearby Dunedin. But when Andy sets eyes on Steampunk HQ, Oamaru's main tourist attraction, he realises his days of running might not be over, especially if a certain Steampunk fan from his past catches up with him.
Annie Martin is on the cusp of great success. Her career as a Steampunk academic is about to take off, as long as she can convince one disagreeable, New Zealand-based Professor to sign up to the anthology she’s putting together. Thankfully, Annie is a master at maintaining her poise and few people, no matter how nasty, can rattle her. Not any more. In fact, it’d been a good six years since anyone had gotten under her skin, after her best friend’s brother had vanished into thin air.
When Annie finds her future career on a collision course with her secret past, Andy Evans is the last person she expects to find tangled up in the mess. With a vengeful drug-dealer or two hot on his heels, and a vindictive academic determined to ruin her credibility, can Annie bring Andy back to his family before it’s too late? Annie and Andy are used to being alone, but if they don’t work together, there’ll be much more at stake than her livelihood and his sobriety.


Book 1 Set me free

‘You know I’m going to fight you in this development, don’t you?’
‘I do.’ 

They walked in silence until they rounded the corner into her street and crossed the road in front of her building.

Charlotte stopped. ‘You lied to me,’ she accused, finally seeking out his eyes.

‘No I didn’t. Not technically. I failed to tell you something, but I didn’t lie.’ Was he teasing her?

‘Same thing,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t like liars. And I’m not very fond of people who are out to ruin my life,’ she added.

‘I’m not going to ruin your life,’ he said, not looking away, holding her with his dark brown gaze.

‘Well that means that you are because you’re a liar.’

He chuckled softly and gently. ‘Your argument is not sound.’

Charlotte withheld a grin. He was right. She sounded like a petulant child. She decided not to bite back.

‘I’m going in now,’ she said. ‘Thanks for seeing me home, I guess.’

He shrugged. She paused, and her gaze fell on his lips. When the corners of his mouth started to turn, so did she, on her heel, to stomp up the stairs to her apartment.

‘Goodnight, Charlotte,’ he called.

Throwing him one final glare, she closed her door on him and made a beeline for the shower to wash away the sinful desire threatening her good judgment.  

Book 2 Open My Eyes

They walked back to the car, side by side, a little closer this time. It felt normal, like it used to be between them.  Comfortable and safe.  She reached for his arm and wrapped her fingers around his bicep, feeling his muscles twitch beneath her touch.  She rested her head against his shoulder.  He reached around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head, sending a shower of tingles down her spine and all the way to her toes. Keeping her eyes on those toes, she soaked up his warmth.

When he pulled up outside her new home, he asked, ‘So, do you want to book in that shopping trip then?’

Emily didn’t want to get out of the car. She wanted to stay there with him. It was so quiet and peaceful and toasty. It felt like home.

Emily closed her eyes. She could hear the hum of the car engine, the faint sounds of the radio not quite turned all the way down. Another car drove past. And there was Ben’s breathing. The slow intake of air and the whisper of his exhalation.

There had been other days, other times like this, late last year after she split from Geoff, when Ben was the centre of her universe. Back then he was always there, when she didn’t even realise she needed him. Even before she split from Geoff he’d been there, always there to make her laugh, keep her company when she was lonely, amuse her when she was bored. Ben had always been there, but she hadn’t seen him until it was too late.

She could see him now.

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Book 3 Bring Me Back
‘You’ll be able to play that one day if you keep practising,’ David told him when he set the guitar down.

‘Do you think so?’

‘I do.’

‘I think my mum’s here,’ Genjii said, looking towards the door that led to the shopfront.

‘Is she? I didn’t hear the bell.’

‘She came in while you were playing.’

Guitar case in hand, Genjii led David through to the front of the shop. On the other side of the door, he stopped unexpectedly, and David crashed into him.

‘I guess it’s not your mum,’ David murmured, taking in the woman staring at the row of cigar box guitars on the wall. Another Steampunk freak, come to check out Oamaru’s famous HQ. David’s heart began to pick up speed. A handful of them had wandered in since he’d been in the shop and they’d put him on edge every time.

From behind at least, this one wore her Steampunk well; the corset cinching her waist rounded her hips nicely. Her long skirts brushed the floor. Unlike the others, who’d always seemed uncomfortable in their costumes, this one looked like she belonged in Victorian England. This one stirred memories of the Steampunk freak he’d left in his past, the one he didn’t want to see again. He shook his head and reminded himself the probability was low. Six months. He was only here for six months.

Then the woman turned around.

David’s heart stopped. His heart, which hammered constantly these days, even when he wasn’t running or remembering, just stopped beating. The rumble of his thoughts, the white noise he was never able to clear, fell into silence.

The woman froze, staring at him, brow gradually puckering. David knew he was staring back, but he was unable to tear his eyes away. It felt like minutes passed, but it must have been only seconds, before she stepped towards him.

‘Andy?’ she said. It came out in a gasp. Her chest rose and fell in short bursts, and the colour drained from her face. She swallowed. ‘Is it you?’


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jennifer Collin writes quirky, and sometimes gritty, love stories about ordinary people dealing with what life throws at them.

She lives in Brisbane, Australia, with her husband, two noisy children and a cantankerous cat.

She used to party, but now her idea of a good time is an uninterrupted sleep. These days, her characters do her partying for her, and she doesn't necessarily let them sleep.




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Thursday, November 26, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!

To my fellow U.S. residents...may you have a lovely well-fed Thanksgiving, full of things you enjoy and very little family drama.  I am still recovering from being a little under the weather and we are having a very non-traditional meal but plan to be well-fed nonetheless!

When you get bored (and tired of spending money on all of the Black Friday sales) go visit a few contests (and make sure you check various authors' sites as quite a few are holding contests on their Facebook pages and I don't make note of those since I don't use FB.

Night Owl's Winter Wonderland Booklover Contest is at this link
and there are other contests at this link

Writerspace contests galore are at this link

Fresh Fiction has tons of contests at this link

The Romance Reviews YES (Year End Splash) party is almost over at this link

Coffee Time Romance is going to have a Christmas contest starting Dec. 1 at this link (so mark you calendars)

Good luck, and feel free to share others in the comments as you come across them!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Deadly Shot - Dan's Diary - The War of Independence 1920-22 by Patricia Murphy

I have the pleasure of sharing a guest post by author Patricia Murphy who tells us...

ELF:  What do you think is the strongest attraction about the genre(s) you like to write in?

Putting the story into History
by Patricia Murphy

I enjoy the challenge of putting the “story” into history for young readers. It’s not just facts and dead people but a living, breathing thing handed down from one generation to the next.  Knowing the past allows us to make sense of who we are. And it is the power of narrative that makes history compelling.

When I was little, my grandmother Bridie used to tell me about her childhood in 1920’s in Ireland. As a child, she worked behind the counter in her aunt’s huxter shop. It sold twists of tea in brown paper, penny sweets, smoked fish kept in boxes and broken biscuits from Jacobs biscuit factory. It was in Whiskey Row a row of whitewashed terraced cottages in a fishing village called Ringsend, not far from Dublin’s city center. A place of characters – sailors and fishermen. Her mother was a fishmonger who sold fish from a barrow like Molly Malone in the well-known song. In the backroom, her aunt read the tea leaves for people’s fortunes. My grandmother was a vivid storyteller, and I could almost hear the hum of conversation and see the paraffin lamp guttering in the corner as the green half-door swung open and another customer came in to find what fate held in store.

I listened with wonder when my grandfather told me colorful tales of belonging the militarist Fianna boy scouts who supported the rebels during Ireland’s War of Independence by running messages and acting as lookouts. Years later when I came to write about Ireland’s bloody guerrilla war for freedom, I remembered my grandparents stories and wove them into the narrative. My grandfather directly inspired the character of Dan in Deadly Shot – the football genius who gets pulled into the struggle.

But the events themselves are just the starting point. A lot of stories and details get lost in the passage of time. Or just survive in shards or glimpses – a child in a photograph, an old medal or a mention in someone else’s diary. History by itself won’t always tell you what it was like to live through turbulent times. Particularly if it concerns ordinary people, women, and minorities. That’s where the novelist comes in, using the imagination to conjure up another world and flesh out the facts.

Children are often hidden from history. So writing about their lives in the past for children today lets you shine a light into dark places.  But you have to look for the children in key historical events. At first glance, they’re absent or shadowy figures in the background. They aren’t making treaties or leading countries. But the more you look, the more you will see. Flitting in and out of other people’s narratives like ghosts. Or writing their memories down as adults. Powerful and poignant testimonies such as Anne Frank’s Diary are rare. But here and there you can find clues – a letter, an eye-witness account, a newspaper report. Then the novelist can join the dots. 

So all these elements come together, memories, research, the feel of the period. And then it sparks into life. The characters take over, and I weave the plot around true events. I try to stick to the facts for the main narrative and take the characters on a journey through the historical events. But I also feel free to invent, once it is plausible. For history is full of gaps and sources are often contradictory. There is more than one point of view. So it’s a balancing act, this blending of fact and fiction. Then it really comes alive in the hands of the reader. A chance for the child of today to go on a journey with a child from long ago.


by Patricia Murphy


GENRE: children's historical fiction/Middle Grade



Football mad, twelve- year- old Dan is a trusted messenger for Ireland’s rebel leader, Michael Collins. He promises his cousin Molly to never fire a gun, but after the dramatic events of “Bloody Sunday” in Croke Park, he is pulled deeper into the struggle. Hunted by a vengeful Intelligence Officer, Molly and Dan are forced to flee Dublin. But unknown to Dan, he holds the key to a deadly plot. And his enemy will stop at nothing to track him down. On the run, they meet Flying Columns and narrowly escape death But as Cork burns can Dan continue to outrun his enemy?



 “Has Father been arrested for smuggling arms?” I asked.

“Your father would never do that,” she said. “Do you not remember why he jumped ship when he was young? It wasn’t just for adventure. His father got him a commission in the Royal Navy but he refused to take arms. He hates violence.”

I rubbed my knuckles that were feeling raw now from the rapid changes of cold and heat.

“I can only tell you what it’s like to live,” said my mother. “Feeling pain inside isn’t a good feeling. But it’s part of life. Sometimes you think you are broken but you are being broken open to new things, to grow.”

“Some of the lads say they don’t feel anything when they pull the trigger. Others have nightmares, feel blood in their mouths,” I said.

“If you cannot feel pain, it makes it easier to inflict it. Dan, you are not a killer. It’s not in your nature,” she said.

“I’m too weak,” I said.

She held my face in her hands, her eyes searching into my soul. I looked deep into her eyes full of love.

“No, Dan, you are too strong. You feel other people’s pain. That is strength. May God preserve and keep you so.” She embraced me tight. “We cannot go round it. We must live through it. The only way we know how. Respecting other’s humanity and dignity no matter who they are.”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Patricia Murphy is an award-winning children’s author and Producer/Director of documentaries. Her most recent novel is Deadly Shot - Dan's War of Independence 1920-22. Previous works include the critically acclaimed The Easter Rising 1916 - Molly's Diary, described as “brilliantly imagined”, “beautifully written and compelling” and “ fantastic at bringing history alive for children”. She is also the author of Chingles trilogy. She was the winner of the Poolbeg “Write a Bestseller for Children” Competition 2004.

She is also an award-winning Producer/Director of primetime documentaries for BBC and Channel 4. These include Children of Helen House on the Oxford children’s hospice for BBC. She created and filmed the launch programmes of Born to Be Different the Channel 4 flagship series following six children with disabilities through the 21st century. Other films include Behind the Crime about criminals and Raised by the State on growing up in care. She has also made Worst Jobs in History with Tony Robinson for Channel 4.

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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Improper Wager by Kristabel Reed (Excerpt, review and GIVEAWAY) GFT ADULT title

by Kristabel Reed
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GENRE:  Regency Romance



Two years ago, Isabella Harrington defied her parents and society, and ran off with her lover to Milan. They thought they’d conquer the world at the gaming tables. But her dream of happily-ever-after led to nothing but debts and a shattered heart.

Abandoned and left on her own in a foreign city with little but her wits and skill, Isabella managed to survive. Survive and thrive, commanding the cards until she won enough to send for a very particular matchmaker.

Isabella needed a way back into the society she shunned and what better way than through a proper, aristocratic marriage? And this matchmaker of note would be her key back home to England.

Traveling the Continent, Jonathon, Duke of Strathmore, agreed to meet the mysterious Miss Harrington. Wary of the rumors surrounding her, a woman who vanished from London with only scandalous tales left in her wake, he hadn’t counted on the intriguing Isabella to thoroughly capture his attention.

Will a game of cards change both their fates? Will she become a mistress or a duchess?




“I’ve observed you this evening,” he said as they stepped outside.

“I’m well aware,” she said with the control that so fascinated him.

He raised his eyebrow and bit back a smile. Oh, that restrained passion captivated him. “I’d no idea you were so skilled at the games,” he said instead, leading her carefully along.

Watching her, he had the feeling she knew his game and didn’t rise to the bait. Jonathon bit back another smile.

“You didn’t give me an opportunity to show you the other night,” she said with a small grin that was more pride in her talents than interest.

But her gaze remained steady on his, darker in the shadowed balcony. Miss Harrington stood straight, with none of the deference normally given a duke. And none of the deference a woman in need of a suitable match to return to England ought to show.

She fascinated him all the more.

“And if I’m ready now?” His voice lowered, and Jonathon didn’t fool himself when he saw her breath hitch.

Her smile turned predatory. “I wouldn’t mind relieving you of the coin from your purse.”

He leaned closer and lowered his voice again. He watched her, knowing she followed his every move and was not unaffected. “Money holds no interested as a wager.”

She raised her own eyebrow in question. “You wish to make it a more interesting evening, then?”

“What terms would you suggest,” he asked softly, his breath a caress along her cheek, “to make it more stimulating?”

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Kristabel Reed lives on the East Coast and loves to explore the steamier side of historical romance. "There are so many sexy situations that didn't just pop up in the 21st century and my goal is to burst the myth of the prim and proper debutante." She loves romances of all sorts but currently writes Regency and Contemporary romances with curvy women. She also loves old movies, taking the dog for walks, and anything Cary Grant. And is always interested in talking about erotic romance, so drop her a line:; or Tweet her @kristabelreed; find her blog:



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My review:

3.75 out of 5 stars

Improper Wager by Kristabel Reed is part of the ‘Scandalous Encounters’ series and focuses on Isabella Harrington, who is living in Milan and searching for a way to return to England untarnished by the scandal that is a result of her injudicious decision to pursue a love affair with a soldier who captured her heart but ultimately betrayed her.  A bold decision to follow the advice of a matchmaker and attempt to ensnare the unconventional Jonathon Wakefield, Duke of Strathmore results in a wager that will test all of the skills that Isabella has had to hone to survive.  The challenge will be to determine who is going to be the true victor and whether the prize won is worth everything that was risked.

This erotic historical romance gives a glimpse of several exotic locales as well as the repercussions for flaunting society’s mores as it explores the challenges faced by a woman who has had to depend only on herself for survival.  The story starts off fairly low-key and is a little slow to gain momentum, but there are intriguing aspects of society portrayed, and I enjoyed the blossoming of the relationship, especially as Jonathon displays his skills at persuasion and coaxes Isabella to comply with his wishes as they take a roundabout journey to quash any hint of impropriety even as they establish their unconventionality by exploring their passion for each other.  The gradual revelation of the scars that each bears gives poignancy to their struggle and makes one root for their relationship to be successful.  I did get a bit frustrated with the heroine’s reluctance to set aside the past but the tale was heartwarming as one was able to watch them work their troubles out.  It would be nice to have a little more depth to the characters, especially since I suspect some of the secondary folks still have adventures to participate in, but I think this is a nice start to the series.

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Monday, November 23, 2015

The Bloody City by Megan Morgan (VBT, guest post, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) GFT

It is my pleasure to have a guest post by author Megan Morgan, as she shares her answer to my question...

ELF: What was the most difficult thing to overcome on your path to becoming a published author and how did you conquer it?


by Megan Morgan

Hello! I’m happy to be here on The Reading Addict today and sharing my work with you. I want to talk about the biggest obstacle I overcame to get to this point, and I feel like a lot of authors out there will know exactly what I’m talking about. If you don’t yet, you probably will someday.

The most difficult thing I had to overcome on my path to publication was—me!

It’s no secret writers often suffer from self-doubt. Whether still trying to get published or with fifty books in print, every time a writer puts their fingers to the keyboard and pounds out a story, they worry—that it’s not good enough, that it won’t resonate, that it’s not worth being read. I guarantee even bestselling authors are plagued by this doubt. No matter how much I love the story I’m trying to tell, I still fret over if I just churned out a big steaming pile of garbage that no one will want to read, or if they do read it, they’ll point and laugh at me.

For many years, I let self-doubt and unrealistic expectations get the best of me. I slowly built my skills and ability to tell stories, but I always jumped before I was ready, too anxious and overeager to wait until I had polished my tale to perfection. Instead of rewriting and figuring out what did and didn’t work, I just wanted something to hand to a publisher and pray they would accept it. Of course, they never did. And so, the self-loathing and worry that I would never be ‘good enough’ started again, which kept me on the cycle of churning out mediocre (and sometimes downright terrible) work in a desperate rush to get noticed and validated. I wanted to chase the storm clouds of doubt away and be a real writer. But being a real writer takes time, and getting good at it takes even longer.

I finally found the patience, not only to learn my craft correctly, but to understand everything involved in both the creative and business sides of it. I don’t know how this happened—maybe I got older, or maybe it finally all sank in. Somehow, I worked through the tangle in my head. I got serious and focused. I learned to take a deep breath, look at things again, and try to do better before I sent something out into the world. I had to overcome myself and all my negative thoughts and emotions before I could find a clear path. I had to be open to what that path might bring and not impose my own ideals on it or try to force the direction it went. The path eventually led me to the right place, and to my surprise—there was still more to learn.

The most important thing I discovered is that publication isn’t so much a destination as another step on a long, ever-evolving journey. Publication isn’t a trophy to set on the mantle. It’s another turn of a wheel that you want to keep in motion for as long as you can.

I was definitely the biggest obstacle to myself on the path to publication. I had to grow and change, and so did my work. Sometimes I look back on myself in those days and shake my head, but fondly. I never gave up, no matter how much I painted myself into a corner, and that was the important part. That’s why I get to be here today, showing off my second book in my very first published series. This is the dream sad, anxious, self-loathing me wanted so bad, I just didn’t have a clear picture of it back then.

Remember: just because you’ve been hacking away at the foliage for ages doesn’t mean you won’t eventually find a path—keep on hacking!


The Bloody City
by Megan Morgan


GENRE: Urban Fantasy



On the run…

It’s been four months since the head of the Institute of Supernatural Research was murdered. But that doesn’t mean June Coffin is out of hiding yet. In a world where being different can get you killed, it’s best to keep a low profile. Especially for a Siren who can control other people with the call of her voice. That goes double if your powers might be inexplicably growing…

On the hunt…

But June isn’t the only one trying to clear her name. There’s Sam, the charismatic paranormal rights leader, and Micha, the first human on record to go paranormal. All of them must bargain with a mysterious vampire named Occam Reed if they want to stay alive.

Out of time…

As tensions increase between humans and paranormals, June must decide who to trust. If only she could hear the song inside her heart…



The whole thing was like attending one’s own funeral, only slightly less creepy.

Midway through the next speech, movement behind the stage caught June’s attention. A group of people were gathering back there. Her spirits lifted. Maybe the FBI was about to throw down.

“What’s going on back there?” Sam stood on his tiptoes.

“Probably more people who want to talk.” June sighed.

She skimmed the crowd, seeing if anyone looked as bored as she felt. A familiar face popped out for a split second, and she quickly looked back at the spot. She had to be imagining things.

She wasn’t.

Roughly thirty yards away in the tight-packed crowd, a man stood, staring at them. He wore a hoodie despite the heat, the hood pulled up and shielding his face. His eyes were bloodshot and watery.

“Sam.” She scrabbled at his hand. “Someone’s watching us.”

The man moved toward them. The speaker on stage had finished and other people were coming out. Sam was focused there, but he looked at June, and then around.

“Occam,” she whispered. “To the left.”

Occam pushed up next to them and stopped. His eyes were rimmed with red, his skin flushed.

“I know you’re in there,” he taunted.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam whispered.

Dread welled in June’s chest. The intensity of Occam’s gaze chilled her to the bone beneath the blazing sun.

The blazing sun. A vampire was out in broad daylight. He didn’t even have the benefit of shade, like at the clinic. Why?

“Get out of here,” Occam said. “Or you are going to die.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Megan Morgan is an urban fantasy, paranormal romance, and erotica author from Cleveland, Ohio. Bartender in an airport lounge by day and purveyor of things that go bump in the night, she’s trying to turn writing into her day job so she can be on the other side of the bar for a change. She’s a member of the RWA and author of the Siren Song urban fantasy series from Kensington Books, as well as numerous other shorter, sexy works. She resides on the shores of Lake Erie with her adult son and not-so-adult cat, the latter of which ‘helps’ her write her works by stuffing herself between writer and laptop on a regular basis.




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