Friday, February 28, 2014

The Beginning by Vicktor Alexander (excerpt and GIVEAWAY) ADULT title

It is my pleasure to have Vicktor Alexander, author of the The Beginning (Sons of Adam) (ADULT title) visiting the blog.  Isn't that a lovely cover?  And here's Vicktor...

What’s Next for the Sons of Adam Series?

I want to thank Elf for having me here on the last day of the tour. 

Today I’m giving away a free ebook version of The Beginning (Sons of Adam) to one lucky person who comments and on Monday at The Purple Fantasy Den ( I will announce the three Rafflecopter winners.

One of the things I love the most about writing a series is the secondary characters and knowing what is coming up next for them. So, now that Ronny and Cole’s story is released, whose story is next? Why, their friend Benjamin, of course! And today, on the last day of the tour, I am sharing with you a sneak peek into The New World Order, Benjamin’s story, Sons of Adam: 2.

Book Two: The New World Order

Humans were the animals to be feared, especially when they stood in the middle of mall parking lots and shouted like they were insane.
Benjamin pulled into the parking lot of the mall in Gainesville where he, his best friend Cole, Cole's mate, Ronny, their babies and the other band of outcasts had settled and his eyes widened. Standing in the middle of the parking lot, tossing out armfuls of clothing, shoes, and CDs was the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen in his life. The man looked tiny from a distance and very androgynous. His raven black hair blew in the wind and he yelled obscenities so loud that Benjamin could hear them in his car with the windows rolled up. He couldn't help himself, a little bit of Cole's "cat curiosity" must have rubbed off on him. Putting his shopping on hold Benjamin pulled up in the parking spot next to the angry litterbug and rolled down his window.

"I'm pretty sure there's another way to return clothes if they don't fit," he drawled with a smile, his gaze gliding up over the pale, thin legs of the ranting human, over the tiny, cutoff shorts that hugged his round, pert ass, over the oversized t-shirt that hung on his small, torso, passed his full lips to his bright blue eyes. His cock twitched behind the zipper of his jeans and Benjamin stifled a groan.

The little spitfire froze and turned to glare at Benjamin. "Mind your own fucking business. This is how I'm kicking out my cheating ex-boyfriend. So unless you want me to turn my wrath on you, I'd suggest you leave."

Benjamin chuckled and inhaled. The sweetest, most intoxicating fragrance of moss, the salty air at a beach and male musk wafted up to his nose and punched him in the face.

Benjamin groaned. It figures, the crazy idiot was his mate.


Glen glared at the beautiful black man who stared at him without flinching, lust burning in his gaze and felt his body respond to it.
Down boy, he ordered his cock, we just found out that Corey's been cheating on us. So hold it together.

He watched as the stranger smiled at him before turning off the engine of his car and climbing out. Glen swallowed nervously and backed up until he bumped into the hood of his car when he saw how tall the other man was. Fear pulsed through his veins and the steady stream of voices, usually muted or silenced by his medication, the medication he hadn't taken that morning because he'd been too angry, began whispering and screaming that the stranger had been sent by Corey to harm him. Glen's hands trembled and he swallowed nervously.

"I can smell the fear on you," the stranger said. "I mean you no harm, shrimp. I promise. I really just wanted to introduce myself."
At the man's use of the word "shrimp," something Glen rationally knew was meant to be in a friendly manner and not in an insulting one, rage flooded his limbs, replacing the fear. He reacted without thinking and slapped the other man.

"I am no one's shrimp!" he hissed.

He froze instantly at the sound of the growl rumbling up from the stranger's chest and turning to jump into his car, Glen found himself pressed against the side of the vehicle, with the other man's much larger body against his back.

"You only get one of those in our lives, mate," he said softly.

Glen's eyebrows lifted at the other man's words and then like a bucket of cold water being thrown in his face, the emergency news reports that he and Corey had been watching and the internet articles that he'd been obsessively reading came flooding back to his mind. The term "mate" was used by them. Oh god. For once he wasn't being paranoid with no provocation. He was actually in danger. The man behind him was an abomination, a shifter. He was going to rape and kill Glen just like the news reports said they'd been doing to humans for centuries.

"I can smell your fear again. What has you afraid?" the man asked pressing his face into the side of Glen's neck.

Glen trembled fear wrestling with his lust for the gorgeous man. "Y-you're a sh-shifter."

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Please enter the Rafflecopter for one of the delightful prizes and also leave a comment about your favorite story featuring someone who was a secondary character of another story to be the lucky person to win a free ebook version of The Beginning (Sons of Adam)  Don't forget to go by on Monday to Vicktor's blog: The Purple Fantasy Den where he (duh, sorry, Vicktor, typing too fast!) will announce the three Rafflecopter winners. 

Today is the last day of the tour but please visit some of the other stops:
Lexi Ander    Loving Without Limits
N.J. Nielsen   NJ Nielsen
Tempeste O'Riley  Because Love Sees No Gender
TN Tarrant      TN Tarrant
Vicktor Alexander    The Purple Fantasy Den
Tara Lain       Read the Beautiful Boys of Romance
Gale Stanley   Wake Up Your Wild Side
Lee Brazil     Lee's Musing's
Iyana Jenna   Iyana's Rainbow
Pender Mackie   Love Starts Here
Sid Love  The Blog of Sid Love
LM Brown   Real Romance With a Touch of Magic
Wendy Hoffman    Wicked Wolves & Dreaming Dragons
Bella Leone      Bella Leone Books
Lor Rose          The Lor of Rose

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Thursday, February 27, 2014

The Changeup by Rhonda Shaw (Virtual NBtM Review Tour, GFT)


The Changeup (Men of the Show)
 by Rhonda Shaw


Playing for keeps

After nine years of striking out in the dating department, Maddie Hamlin is throwing in the towel. But just as this mom resolves to remain single, she meets sweet and sexy pitching phenom Chase Patton at a family dinner. He’s perfect for her and aside from the fact he’s only twenty-two.

Chase knows he should be focusing on his rookie year with the Detroit Rockets, but he can’t stop thinking about Maddie. He doesn’t care that the beautiful school counselor is twelve years older, and he’s already lost his heart to her adorable daughter. When an incredible date leads to an incredible night of passion, he knows he never wants to let her go.

But dating in the media spotlight is a whole new ball game. Maddie quickly discovers that not everyone accepts their unconventional relationship and that finding love may mean losing everything else…



Maddie felt herself blush fiercely at the lingering look he gave her, but she remained where she stood and watched as he walked through the living room and out the front door, keeping a smile plastered on her face even though it felt as if everything was freaking out internally. When the door closed behind him, she closed her eyes as she let out the breath she’d been holding and slouched against the counter. This was a bad idea. Nothing good could come from it; in fact, the only possible outcome was one of them getting hurt. But even knowing that, she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t ignore the fact that he got her juices flowing without much effort.

Despite all that, it wasn’t enough. She was much older than he was. They were in two different stages of their lives; there was nothing to build on. While she was looking to lead a quiet, comfortable and peaceful life, he should be looking for excitement, thrills and new experiences—casualness versus commitment, living-it-up versus settling down.

And then there was the inevitable scrutiny of their age difference. Even if they got past it, others would comment on it. Their families would definitely have opinions on the matter and families were never ones to keep their opinions to themselves, especially ones that had people like Lenore in them, regardless of the existing awkward situation with Chase and her niece. How would they ever get past that? It wouldn’t be easy, but was it worth it?

The Changeup (Amazon link)


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

After writing one mind numbing technical document after another, Rhonda Shaw decided to combine her love of writing with her love of reading romance. Born in California, but transplanted to the Midwest, Rhonda is a warm weather girl to the bone. She works in the software development industry and was a lifelong dancer until her body told her it was time to come down off her toes.  For more information about Rhonda and her books, please visit her website at




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4 out of 5 stars

The Changeup by Rhonda Shaw is part of the ‘Men of the Show’ series and is the story of Maddie Hamlin, divorced mom of a sweet daughter named Bree, who is coaxed into a romantic relationship with a younger man named Chase Patton.  Chase is delighted to have found a ready-made family who, although fascinated by his baseball fame, are more interested in him as a person but he finds it far easier to be accepted by the young daughter than her mom who is worried about the inequity in their ages.  Fortunately, Chase hasn’t gotten where he is by being faint of heart.

This delightful contemporary romance combines the thrill of baseball with the complications of an older/younger romance.  The fear of judgement is not an issue with the charismatic young daughter who is so much fun to read about and the flowering of Maddie and Chase’s relationship is heartwarming.  I certainly hope there are more stories as there are intriguing secondary characters that I would like to read about even as I would love another glimpse into the lives of Maddie, Chase and Bree.

A copy of this delightful story was provided to me in exchange for an honest review.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Unrestrained by Joey Hill (ADULT title)


Be warned, this is a VERY ADULT title, but well worth reading.

Unrestrained by Joey Hill is the fantastic BDSM story that follows a widow who has lost her husband and her way. Successful by the yardstick of financial security, Athena Summers still mourns the loss of the life-partner who she was an excellent Domme for and she has not found a way to comfortably re-integrate into the BDSM environment of Club Release. Dale Rousseau is an incredibly forceful Master who is drawn to the widow who he instinctively knows is fighting her deeply hidden submissive tendencies. They each have handicaps that they are hiding and even though they connect in a primal fashion during their mutually agreed upon BDSM sessions, neither is quite ready to entrust their vulnerability to the other until they accept that they lack something in their lives that the other can provide.

Wow. There are some stories that just weave a hypnotic spell which enthralls me so much that I rush to reach the end and then immediately want to read them again to focus on pivotal scenes. This is definitely one of those stories. This author has a remarkable ability to depict the admittedly edgy erotic scenes inherent in a relationship that involves the deep trust necessary in a power exchange between a Dominant and a submissive but what sets her apart is her ability to create an incredible depth to her stories. Each of the participants in this particular relationship has had intensely emotional upheavals in life and has developed coping mechanisms that facilitate a relatively satisfying existence although not necessarily a happy life. The intense catharsis that is facilitated by their use of impact play and bondage is interspersed with a gradual integration into each other’s life outside of these boundaries. The strong characters of both Dale and Athena is detailed through their interactions with others and the joy they find in such diverse activities as rehabilitating dogs or working with underprivileged boys and it was wonderful to see the dignity that is  afforded by their compassionate actions. An impressive addition to a body of work that already includes some very remarkable stories, if you are already a fan, this will reinforce your admiration of this author’s abilities to create a striking story. If you are new to her works, this will undoubtedly prompt you to look for her other amazing series that include memorable paranormal characters or contemporary situations...enjoy!

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I received a copy of this title in return for an honest review.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Perfect Partners by Stephanie Cage (Happy Anniversary), guest post and GIVEAWAY

I am happy to be able to help Stephanie Cage celebrate the anniversary of her title, Perfect PartnersStephanie was gracious enough to share some of her thoughts about her contemporary romance tale...and here are a few words from her...

Perfect Partners

Fred and Ginger.  Vernon and Irene.  Redmond and Lisa.  I wonder how many of these perfect partnerships you recognise?  The first is a pretty safe bet, but the second and third… Well, if you’re a huge fan of ballroom dance, you might recognise the names of Vernon and Irene Castle, the real-life couple whose story Fred and Ginger told so movingly in their 1939 biopic The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle.  But not many people know how much influence this film had on the third pairing on this list: Redmond Carrington and Lisa Darby, the dancing couple who star in my contemporary romance,
Perfect Partners.

I didn’t realise it myself until I sat down the other day to watch some of the old movies clogging up my hard drive, and came across this gem of a weepie, which I watched for the first time in my early teens.  I’ve loved every Fred and Ginger film I’ve ever watched, but it was this one, with its rags-to-riches fairy tale storyline and superbly glamorous costumes, which cemented the connection in my mind between dancing and romance.  As Astaire’s character, vaudeville comedian-turned-dancer Vernon Castle, woos and tutors the would-be starlet Irene Foote, Irene gradually turns from a starstruck stage-school pupil to a charismatic star in her own right.  

The film packs an unusually long time-frame into its 93 minutes, covering the years of their rising stardom in a series of innovative montages, including one fabulous one where the couple dance across a giant map of America, trailing other tiny dancing couples in their wake. 

It’s difficult to discuss the ending without introducing a massive spoiler, so I’ll stick to the part of the film that most influenced me when I was writing Perfect Partners: Vernon and Irene’s early days of dancing in Paris.  Here we see a young couple finding their way in the cutthroat world of showbiz, supported by friends, envied by rivals, and mentored by a successful older woman.  Many of these elements are picked up in Redmond and Lisa’s story.  I had great fun writing Jerry, Lisa’s gay ex-dancing partner, and Mark and Elaine, the dance school owners who are almost like parents to Lisa.  But the element of The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle that made the most difference, both to my life and to my book, is the sheer infectious passion for dancing.  Until I started watching films like this, I had no idea I would love to dance.  If my book could do that for even one person, I’d be happy! 



Perfect Partners (Crimson Romance)


“What’s he doing back in London after all this time?”
Eight years ago, Lisa Darby’s dancing partner and first love, Redmond Carrington, left London for a fun summer on the cruise ships – and never came back. Lisa’s grown up a bit since then, and she’d like to think she’s prepared for anything, but when Red comes back from America with a proposal for her, she’s not sure she’s ready for what he’s suggesting.

A TV studio is filming a knockout competition of six of the world’s best couples – each of them partners both on and off the dance floor. Redmond wants Lisa to pose as his girlfriend so that they can compete. It’s an unbelievable opportunity for an aspiring professional dancer, and the spectacular prize money would help save Lisa’s beloved dance studio, which is in need of major renovation. Scooping the prize is going to take the performance of a lifetime from Lisa and Redmond, but with the sizzling tension between them, they might just pull it off.

It turns out that putting on an act for the cameras is the least of Lisa’s worries. As time goes on and she rediscovers her feelings for Redmond, she’s left questioning what’s really behind his offer, and where their partnership is heading this time.
Sensuality Level: Sensual



Stephanie is offering a $5 amazon gift card and an electronic copy of Perfect Partners to one lucky commenter from among the entries from today's post and Wednesday's post at Reviews by Crystal.  Please leave a valid e-mail address and a comment about your favorite movie that features dancers.  A winner will be chosen on Mar. 8 from all eligible entries (and please go by and wish Crystal a Happy Birthday on that day!)

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Blood and Fire: Book Two of the Talbot Trilogy by Tori Ridgewood (spotlight, excerpt and GIVEAWAY)


Blood and Fire (Book 2 of The Talbot Trilogy) is a paranormal romance by Tori L. Ridgewood that was released February 2014.
Book Synopsis:

What chance does one witch have against five vampires? Alone, not much. But Rayvin’s allies are gathering…

The battle between good and evil supernatural forces heats up in the long, cold November nights of the former mining town. But how will Rayvin’s motley crew of spellcasters and shapeshifters cope when they discover the threat they face is even greater than they imagined?

Blood and Fire
By Tori L. Ridgewood
Crouching to prod the fire, Grant thought over the options now open to him. It wasn't safe to go back to Talbot, at least not until he had gained a better understanding of what had happened to him. He needed more than a measure of control over this thing. Once he had that, he could go home and set things right. Destroy de Sade once and for all. After all, was that not the purpose of werewolves? To be an equal adversary for the undead?

The next question was not as simple. Just how did a werewolf train himself? Was it even possible for him to remain cognizant and in control when his body was no longer human?

A knot of sap crackled and snapped. He amused himself with the thought that the fire was speaking to him.

The thought that he was merely delusional, that being able to magically transform into a vicious four-footed animal was a hallucination, the product of slow starvation and exposure, nearly made him laugh aloud.

If a fire could speak, its language would be visual, he decided. He relaxed his eyes and let the glowing embers form shapes and letters.

The wind blew in from the open cabin door, swirling around him and carrying the clean scents of snow, damp wood and earth, mixed with the rank odour of animal carcass from his footprints in the snow…and something else. 

Grant held very still.

The something else was faint, but recognizable. Vaguely comforting. It made him think of an old wet dog. Or an old man who had not washed in a long time. Some combination of the two. 

A cluster of coals fell in a rush of sparks. The noise drew Grant’s attention, even as the strange smell made his nose twitch and his nostrils flare.

The collapsed, blackened piece of wood strongly resembled the face of a man with strong, mature features. It was broad in the forehead, with a long nose and wide, round eyes. A scattering of red embers looked like a bushy beard covering the mouth and jaw.
It couldn’t be possible during the day, but it seemed to Grant that he could hear the borealis sing.

Solomon. The name that belonged to this face. It was spelled out clearly for him, just for a moment, in the leaping flames.

A few more sticks collapsed, changing the image. An a-frame cabin on a lake. A short, blunt mountain nearby, and a small lake in the shape of a teardrop. The mountain had sheer sides.  Grant thought he recognized it, had even been rock climbing on it in his youth. Mount Cheminis, near Dark Lake.

Yes. Grant understood. He blinked, and the images were gone. 

Exhaling, he got to his feet and went to the door. The scent of wolf and man now seemed to clearly mark a trail through the trees, to the south-east.

Someone had sent him a message. His gut wanted to tell him that it was Rayvin, though logically that couldn’t be right. How the hell could she contact him from so far away? She’d done it before, sent him a mental plea for help, but she’d only been a few blocks away. 

And was it at all possible that she knew this character?

Great, more questions without answers.

He may have screwed up on his first battle with the monster, but at least he’d learned that he wouldn’t be able to fight on his own and win. He needed help. Wherever this information had come from, it felt right on some level. The sooner he could find this Solomon guy, the sooner he’d learn how to get control.

With control, de Sade and his little army wouldn’t find him as easy a target as before.

“Welcome to the family,” the bastard vampire had told him. Yeah, well—think of me as the black wolf in your little flock.

His mind drifted to the image of the small, red-headed witch who had chosen the vampire over him. Had she sent him the vision, the way she’d called out for help before? If she could still do that, what did it mean?

“Wait until you get a load of me,” Grant whispered aloud, as he turned back into the cabin.

He quickly filled the rucksack with a small aluminum travel pot, three more cans of beans whose dents were less severe than the others, a can opener, some boxes of pasta and rice that were still intact, and some sticks of dry kindling. He took the grey blanket, rolled it into a short, fat, sausage, and strapped it to the bottom of the rucksack in place of a sleeping bag. With the stub of a pencil he’d found in a drawer, and a scrap of paper, he wrote a quick inventory of what he’d taken. Once the bastard vampire was taken care of, Grant had determined that he would go back and try to make some compensation for what he had 'borrowed’. 

Grant used a cloth to close the door behind him, and then turned his face to the woods in order to once again find the scent of the unknown wolf.

Speed was definitely a gift that he could get used to, in this strange new life. He’d moved faster than Usain Bolt, even, reaching the edge of the small lake below Mount Cheminis by noon.

Casting his eyes around the shoreline, Grant fashioned a makeshift cup of birchbark and filled it with fresh water from the lake. The sun had just passed its zenith in the sky above, but with the temperature low, he could barely feel its warmth on his back. He scooped in some of the purification tablet he had crushed on a rock, trying to measure it proportionally to the amount of water, swished it around a few times to help it dissolve, and then waited for the iodine and assorted chemicals to work.

“You don't need to do that.”

He started. The little man standing next to him had approached without a sound. He was no bigger than an eight-year-old child, and he was completely bald, except for his full beard and his eyebrows. He had a barrel chest, and sinewy forearms showed where the sleeves of his lined flannel shirt were rolled back. Grant looked at a pair of child-sized battered work-boots, only a few feet from his face. He sensed that the man was assessing him just as carefully.

“I don't want to take any chances,” Grant answered, finally. His breath condensed in the chill air. He stood, casually, still swirling the cup of water. “You never know, these days. Decades of mining, acid rain, human presence. There are bugs in that water we probably don't even know about.”

In response, the hermit took his hand out of his jeans pocket, brushed it against his chest, squatted, and leaned over a near dip in the rocky shore. He lowered his hand into the cold black water, and scooped up a palmful. Lapping it up, he shook off the remaining drops and wiped his skin dry again. “I drink this every day, buddy. Do I look sick to you?”

Grant laughed shortly. “Kudos to your immune system. I think I'll stick with my iodine.”

His visitor shrugged, gazing across the lake. “You're a long way from the trails. Where's your gun?”

“I'm looking for someone by the name of Solomon. He's supposed to live around here.” Grant watched his face for a reaction. The other man only continued to squint against the glare of the sun, a short distance above the horizon. “Have you heard of him?”

“Maybe.” He picked up a rock and weighed it in his hand. “Who's asking?”

Grant wanted to laugh again, but he didn't. He hadn't really known what to expect, or even that he'd actually find the stubby little mountain in the dream or vision or whatever he'd had. The A-frame cabin further down the shore was evidently occupied, given the smoke rising from its chimney. From what he could see, there were no other cottages in the near area. Logically, then, this man was Solomon. What reason could a hermit have for concealing his identity? Was this some kind of epic quest moment, where the hero has to prove that he is pure of heart in order to receive wisdom from the sage? Grant had always believed in honesty. Still, he proceeded cautiously. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

“You're a cop, ain't you?”

“What makes you say that?”

The bald man stood, cracking his back with an audible grunt of relief. “You always answer a question with another question?”

Grant shrugged with one shoulder. “No, but since you're obviously being careful, I should be, too.”

“I'll tell you what,” the stranger said, slowly. “You show me some balls, toss that so-called pure water and take a drink from the goodness of Mother Nature; I'll show you Solomon.”

Grant regarded him with a half-smile, and deliberately poured out his birchbark cup. He should have been dead weeks ago, anyway. Maybe his new physiology would protect him from beaver fever, maybe it wouldn't. Either way, he needed answers. The other man watched with narrowed eyes as Grant bent down, cupped his hands, and drank from the lake.

“Okay?” he asked, wiping his face on a clean part of his bright orange sleeve. “Where's Solomon?”

The little man burst into laughter. He opened the snaps on his work-shirt, still laughing, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. As he stepped forward, his face elongated and sprouted fangs under a black snout; his eyes yellowed as grey fur grew out of his skin, and his back snapped, the bones expanding and rearranging themselves into a canine form. Grant stepped back in horror, holding his hands out in an instinct to defend himself, backing along the edge of the rocky outcropping. The stranger’s laughter became a series of yipping howls that echoed against the trees. The massive wolf shook itself, rippling its fur, and scratched its impressive nails on the granite as the howls lowered to a growl. Grant's skin prickled, recognizing the attack posture of the biggest timber wolf he had ever seen.

Then it lunged into Grant's outstretched arms.

The animal hit Grant's chest like a bag of cement, knocking him back and down into the water.

His feet left the rocky ledge that formed the shore, but the boots he had taken from that hunter's cabin stayed where they were. In the seconds that he was airborne, he felt it all clearly, as though it were taking place in slow motion: his ears registered the snarls of the animal snapping at his neck and the ripping of cloth under the wolf's sharp nails, and from his own body's transformation. His ribcage, expanding and elongating, pushed the threads of the bright orange fleece past their limits. His pants shredded and tore as his pelvis moved and sharpened, and a tail burst out of the base of his spine. Grant's shocked cry became a canine yelp and a whine. Two writhing, growling animals hit the water at the same time and vanished beneath the surface.

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The Talbot Trilogy books:

0. Mist and Midnight(prequel)

1. Wind and Shadow
2.Blood and Fire
3. Crystal and Wand


About the Author:

After her first heartbreak, Tori found solace in two things: reading romance novels and listening to an after-dark radio program called Lovers and Other Strangers. Throughout the summer and fall of 1990, the new kid in town found reading fiction and writing her own short stories gave her a much needed creative outlet. Determined to become a published author, Tori amassed stacks of notebooks and boxes of filed-away stories, most only half-finished before another idea would overtake her and demand to be written down. Then, while on parental leave with her second baby, one story formed and refused to be packed away. Between teaching full-time, parenting, and life in general, it would take almost seven years before the first novel in her first trilogy would be completed. In the process, Tori finally found her stride as a writer.

At present, on her off-time, Tori not only enjoys reading, but also listening to an eclectic mix of music as she walks the family dog (Skittles), attempts to turn her thumb green, or makes needlework gifts for her friends and family members. She loves to travel, collect and make miniature furniture, and a good cup of tea during a thunderstorm or a blizzard. Under it all, she is always intrigued by history, the supernatural, vampire and shapeshifter mythology, romance, and other dangers.

Tori is currently working on Crystal and Wand: Book Three of The Talbot Trilogy. She lives in Kirkland Lake, Ontario, Canada with her husband and two children. She is a full-time teacher at a local high school.

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 I am delighted to be able to offer an e-book (Kindle format) copy of the title to one lucky commenter.  Please leave a valid e-mail address and a comment on your favorite, shapeshifter or vampire, and why.  A winner will be chosen using on March 1.

Boxed set bargains (updated 2/26/14)

One of the greatest deals for those of us who are always looking for new titles to read are the boxed sets that are being offered at a fantastic bargain price which in this case is only $.99!  I always figure that this is also a great way to support some of my favorite authors so I usually buy them even if I have read most of the stories already--what better way to spend a dollar?  Now, the BritBabes anthology (ADULT titles) is available free on Smashwords and ARE (and maybe B&N) but Amazon is being a pill as usual but the collection is still only $.99 so I figure it is a great investment anyway!  Some of these authors are new to me but others are favorites so have a great time browsing!

Big Box Of New Adult Romance

The rest of these titles are ADULT

Riding Desire: Alpha Bad Boy Biker Boxed Set

Sexy Just Walked Into Town: A Brit Babes Anthology

Seduction in the Sun: Adult Romance Box Set

Bring On the Heat: Romance Box Set

Sorry, how could I forget this one?

SEALed With A Kiss: Heroes With Heart

Available for pre-order

Lucky 7 Bad Boys Contemporary Romance Boxed Set