Emerald's Ring by Jaylee Austin (Release blitz, excerpt, and GIVEAWAY) Roane

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Emerald's Ring

Sedona Series #2

by Jaylee Austin

Release Date: October 9, 2017

Keywords: Fantasy, Romance, Time Travel,  Sidhe, Novel, Series

Harmonia Shae, a time traveler, faces a revengeful fallen sidhe queen set on enslaving humankind. A Sihir magician traps Harmonia’s freewill inside a talisman forcing her to submit to three summonses. 

On the brink of death, she finds an unwanted champion in Tristan Avery. Upon awakening, she is in his house. Frightened, she scrambles to escape his overbearing need to protect her. Time is short, she must find the ambassador of the gates and return to her cousin’s house to formulate a plan of action to undo the cataclysmic effects she is compelled to inflict on an unsuspecting city once she completes the queen’s commands.

The wild cowboy sidhe, Tristan Avery finds the dark haired beauty unconscious and poisoned with copper. Determined, to find out why she is here, he follows her every move. When a calamitous earthquake hits Sedona, he is sure she is connected to the mystifying vibrational energy storming through the ley lines of magick. As minder of the Kingdom of Sidhe, he becomes entangled in a battle to safeguard Sedona and defend the women he’s vowed to protect.

Harmonia and Tristan can’t stop the tempestuous hot relationship developing between them as they each hide their own secrets. Will these two overcome the obstacles and find love?

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 “What do you want with me?” Harmonia asked, her heartbeat racing, nearly exploding with the effects of the drug.

“Revenge.”

Another jolt of excruciating pain surged through her brain. Her arms remained immobile, unable to move against the repressing force of the woman’s energy.

A fire djinn, of the Infrit tribe, came through the tunnel to her left. Harmonia recognized the sister of her father’s enemy, Vera.

“You recognize me,” she said, circling around Harmonia with a satisfied grin.

In the recess of the cave, Harmonia sensed a Sumerian Sahir. A sour taste of panic formed in her mouth. Her eyes darted around the room searching for the magician. As a child she had learned to avoid the Sahir, known for their deceit and evil deeds.

Vera materialized a dark magick stone of solomon, giving the flaming talisman to the sidhe woman. The stone crackled with electrical energy before turning an ashy black. “It’s time to initiate the plan,” Vera declared.

Harmonia trembled, realizing they meant to bind her to the talisman. Fingering the pendant around her neck, she concentrated on Oaf and her grandfather. Releasing the water assimilation shield protecting her body, she attempted to slip through the quantum particles of the time ribbon and into safety. For a split second, she thought she might succeed. The wind encircled the vibrating molecules of her body, forcing her to materialize and retreat against the wall. The sidhe’s wind magick left Harmonia gasping for breath. Without her shield, she was vulnerable to the wind’s power.

The sidhe stroked Harmonia’s dark hair. “Silky and beautiful. So perfect,” she said, pulling a few strands from her scalp.

Harmonia heaved a heavy breath and cleared her mind of the shock. She pushed against the wind, determined to gain an upper hand before it was too late. The elements of wind thwarted and overpowered her water magick. Her body weakened. Unable to fight against the poison racing through her veins, she collapsed breathlessly.

“If I’m to be your servant, who is my master?” Harmonia asked, speaking through her teeth with forced restraint.

The female’s silver lips curved into a wicked grin. “Soon, you and all in the kingdom will remember the days of the unseelie reign.”

“Your clan.” With a resurgence of strength, Harmonia pulled the water particles from the wind and deflated its strength, giving her enough time to open the time ribbon.

“Stop her,” Vera hissed to the sahir. He shot an arrow into the ripple of energy causing her body to crumble to the ground, preventing her escape.

The sahir pulled his arrow from her shoulder. “Try it again and the next arrow will puncture your heart.”

Determined to keep her dignity, she stood. “How can I be of service to one so experienced in the world of sidhe magick as you? Your skills far superior to my own.”

“Aw, you desire a game of wits. The binding requires you have the opportunity.”

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Sinful Rewards #7 by Cynthia Sax ADULT title (Guest post, excerpt and GIVEAWAY) Tasty Book Tours

                                         


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Sinful Rewards 7 – The Point Of No Return
by Cynthia Sax


It is my very great pleasure to have a guest post from the very talented Cynthia Sax...who shares her musings...


Have you ever taken a step and knew your life would be forever changed?

I played in business for decades before I took my writing career seriously (this is why I write about billionaire heroes – I’ve met some extremely sexy secret billionaires). When I started the transition, I took a business contract gig for six months, then wrote for three months, then took another business contract gig for six months. I had a foot in each career, could go either way if I wished.

I stopped taking contract gigs. For a year, I told myself I could go back to business if the writing didn’t work out. My skills were still current. There wasn’t that large of a gap on my resume.

At the twelve month point, I couldn’t fool myself any longer. If I continued to write, I’d be fully committed. I’d reached the point of no return. Today, although I hold onto my accounting designation, paying the annual fees, I’d find it difficult to land an equivalent position in business.

In Sinful Rewards, my sizzling hot contemporary erotic romance serial, Bee has been telling herself that her relationship with Hawke, her bad boy biker, is temporary, that it isn’t really affecting her relationship with Nicolas, her handsome billionaire. She’s been juggling the two men, balancing her time between them, keeping these two worlds separate and all of her options open.

This changes in Sinful Rewards 7. Bee is faced with a series of decisions, prompted by both men. She can’t push her choices forward any longer. There are to be no more delays. She has to decide now and what she decides will propel her over the point of no return.

Of course, no decision is completely irreversible. I could take entry level business positions, gradually working my way up to the level I enjoyed before focusing on my writing career. Bee could overturn her decisions also, find a way to redeem herself with the other man, to accept what she declines in Sinful Rewards 7.

But our situations won’t ever return to ‘normal’. I won’t have the same business career as I did previously. Bee won’t have the same relationships. What we’ve done will affect us. This might not be a bad thing. It will simply be different.

What have been some of your life changing decisions, decisions that pushed you forward, never to go back?

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Sinful Rewards 7:  
A Billionaires and Bikers Novella
By: Cynthia Sax
Releasing January 20th, 2015
Avon Romance


Blurb

Bee Carter has been offered everything she has ever dreamed of—a caring, lasting relationship with a handsome, often charming billionaire; the permanent home she's never had but has always craved; and wealth to buy the designer fashions she loves, support her hard-working mother, and ensure her acceptance by Chicago's elite.

To obtain what she's desired for so long, she has to do only two things: Walk away from her best friend, a woman who is destined to betray her … and end her passionate nightly encounters with a certain tattooed biker, a former Marine who can never give her what she needs.

Her answer should be clear, but the heart has a way of complicating even the most straightforward decisions.


Excerpt:

Forty minutes later, my brain is overflowing with military and biker speak. The guys joke and laugh, exchanging rather racy, sometimes extremely graphic, and horrifyingly violent stories. Several of the old ladies have joined us, sitting on their guys’ laps.

I shouldn’t fit in. I’m not dressed in black leather. I don’t sport any tatts or scars or excessive body hair. Eighty Proof, the bartender, sets another ginger ale and lime in front of me. I’m not drinking, don’t ride, haven’t served our country.

Yet they don’t seem to care. I’m one of them. My chest warms. I’m accepted, comfortable, and safe. I belong here.

A muscular arm hooks around my waist. A bolt of electric awareness flows from my form to the man’s large frame. I react this way to only one person. A smile curls my lips. “I almost gave up on you.”

“Liar.” Hawke laughs, the sound coiling deep in my stomach. “You were having a good time.” He pulls me snug against his muscle, his grip thrillingly secure. “And you’d never give up on me.” He presses his mouth to my neck and I tremble, his lips firm and hot, branding my skin. “You’re my girl.”

Why does that sound so right? I tilt my head to the side, giving him more access to me, encouraging him without words.

“Are you ready to go?” Hawke mouths against my earlobe, tormenting me with his slow seduction, his stubble leaving a delicious burn on my cheek.

I nod, unable to speak, my brain fried by our connection. This physical, emotional, spiritual link grows stronger with every touch. I have to walk away from him, to end this, while I still can.

Hawke flips me over and slings me across his right shoulder, the impact pushing the air from my lungs. “We’re leaving.” He slaps my ass, the sound loud, the contact titillating. The men cheer and my face heats.

“I have to stop being picked up at bars,” I muse, splaying my fingers over my abductor’s lower back, enthralled by his rippling muscles.

Hawke’s shoulders shake as he laughs. “You’re priceless, love.”



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Author Info

Cynthia Sax lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, "I love you," they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.

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A Song at Twilight by Pamela Sherwood guest post and a GIVEAWAY! (updated)

I am delighted to welcome Pamela Sherwood today.  She has a brand new historical romance release and I am happy that she has taken the time to visit!  Sadly, I haven't had the time to read A Song at Twilight but it is definitely on my TBR pile.


                                

Guest post from Pamela Sherwood:

Thank you for hosting me today, ELF!

In Which the Course of True Love Fails to Run Smooth--And Thereby Hangs a Tale

by Pamela Sherwood

A second chance at love is one of my favorite romance themes, right up there with friends to lovers and partners in crime. Because most of us probably have had a relationship in our past that didn’t work out the way we hoped, about which we’ve wondered: “What if?” What if we’d been older and wiser, what if we hadn’t had that stupid misunderstanding, what if we hadn’t let someone come between us, what if we’d taken another path?

Second chance romances are all about the road not taken. And about trying to fix something that went wrong in the past. Whether the original split occurred because of misunderstandings, interlopers, or just damned bad luck, the estranged couple receives the rare opportunity to reclaim their lost happiness . . . if they have the courage to fight for it and for each other.

I didn’t know what Robin and Sophie’s story would be when I first introduced them as supporting characters in my first book, Waltz with a Stranger. What I did know was that Sophie was young, idealistic, and deep in the throes of her first serious attachment. And that Robin had a number of secrets that made him a less than ideal matrimonial prospect. When I began resolving the various complications in Waltz with a Stranger, I left Robin and Sophie’s situation open-ended. The potential for a future happy ending was there . . . and so were the seeds for disaster.

And there was the plot for my next book right in front of me. A plot that would allow both characters to grow, mature, and even suffer in the cause of true love. That would put them through hell and bring them out the other side, stronger and more determined to be together. That would make them understand on a visceral level just what it takes for a relationship to succeed against the odds: mutual trust, commitment, and teamwork.

Getting to that point with Robin and Sophie was almost as hard on me as it was on them. For one thing, I discovered early on that their love story needed to unfold in a nonlinear manner, that I would have to alternate between the past and the present to give the most complete picture of their relationship, to illustrate the reasoning behind their choices, and to show the contrast between them then and now. The process wasn’t smooth by any means, full of stops and starts as I mapped my couple’s emotional trajectory. But by the time I wrestled it into submission, I felt that I had a story that might just strike a chord with anyone who’s ever loved, lost, and longed for a second chance to make things right.

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BLURB

Late in England’s Victorian age, the world is changing–new freedoms, new ideas, and perhaps a chance for an old love to be new again…

A love too strong to let go …

Aspiring singer Sophie Tresilian had the world at her feet–fame, fortune, and true love–until the man of her dreams broke her heart. Now she’s the toast of Europe, desired by countless men but unwilling to commit to any of them. Then Robin Pendarvis walks back into her life …

Four years ago, Rob had hoped to make Sophie his bride, but secrets from his past forced him to let her go. Seeing her again revives all the old pain–and all the old passion. It might be against every rule, but somehow, some way, he will bring them together again…




EXCERPT

(Author’s Note: One of the most heart-stopping moments for me in any second chance at love story is the first meeting between the hero and heroine after the split.  Especially when the circumstances dictate that they conduct themselves with discretion, even as their conflicting emotions--pain, passion, desire, anger--simmer and seethe below the surface. Here, after a triumphant performance at the Royal Albert Hall, Sophie comes face to face with Robin for the first time in four years.)
   
    Like one in a trance, she watched him approach, cutting through the crowd with the swift, purposeful stride she had loved in him. A few of the fashionably dressed throng glanced at him in mingled curiosity and irritation, but none attempted to deter him. And then he was before her, close enough to touch if she stretched out her hand… as she must not do, lest she lose herself once more. Someone of her own, a voice half-wry, half-mocking whispered in her head. Except that he hadn’t been—or only for a little while.

“Miss Tresilian.”

His voice was the same, deep and resonant, its slight Cornish burr more of an intonation than an accent and much fainter than her own when she’d first come to London as a wide-eyed debutante. Nor did he look so different from the way he had four years ago. Thirty-one now, and no longer in his first youth. Perhaps a little leaner, with some faint lines about his eyes and mouth. But his dark-brown hair was still thick, his eyes still blue and piercing. A visionary’s eyes that saw how things might be and strove to transmute them into reality.

And how she’d loved that in him.

The only thing he hadn’t been able to envision, at the last, was a future for them, together. But that had been her decision as much as his. No rancor between them, ever—she’d been determined on that score—but regrets enough to last a lifetime, aching continually, like an old wound in inclement weather.

She was still staring, tongue-tied and transfixed. Remember who you are, Sophie told herself. If not a diva, she was still a professional singer of some note, no longer a schoolroom miss to be thrown into confusion by a chance encounter. Shaking off the paralysis, she swallowed dryly and managed to summon a response. 

“Mr. Pendarvis. Good evening. You are looking very well.”

The angular planes of his face seemed to relax at her words. “As are you, Miss Tresilian, and sounding even better. Magnificent, in fact. I congratulate you.”

Sophie found she could smile, though the expression felt strange and unfamiliar on her face. “Thank you.”

His eyes warmed, their cool blue brightening to a hue that reminded her of a sunlit summer sky. “I can’t say that I’m surprised, however. I knew you were destined for a great future from the moment I first heard you sing.”

Memory stirred, seductive and dangerous as a siren’s song. “Thank you again,” Sophie said hurriedly, “but I still have so much to learn. I am… glad to see you here tonight. It’s always good to see a familiar face. What brings you to London?”

His face grew remote again. “Some business, of a personal nature.”

“I see.” Sophie tried to sound neutral. “Well, I am honored that you found the time to attend this concert.”

A smile softened his features. “I would not have missed it for the world.” He paused, his eyes intent on her face. “Miss Tresilian, I wondered if we might have a private word.”

Sophie felt her pulse quicken, along with a strange flutter of what was either excitement or apprehension just behind her midriff. “A private word?” she echoed faintly.

Robin nodded. “About something that may concern us both—”

He broke off, glancing over his shoulder as the hum of conversation around them suddenly intensified. Following the direction of his gaze, Sophie saw more visitors coming in. Soon it would be impossible for that private word, if it weren’t already. And from the look she saw on Robin’s face, he’d come to the same realization.

Turning back to her, he asked almost abruptly, “Miss Tresilian, do you still ride in the mornings?”

She moistened her lips. “I do. When I can, that is.”

“In Hyde Park?”

She nodded confirmation, aware of the press of people around them, the escalating buzz of countless voices praising, exclaiming, criticizing…

He leaned in, his voice pitched for her ears alone. “The Rotten Row, then? Between the hours of nine and ten o’clock?”

“Yes.” The lone syllable emerged more as a breath than as a word, but he appeared to have no difficulty hearing it.

He drew back, spoke in the same low tone. “Until then, Miss Tresilian.”

A sketch of a bow, then he was gone, threading his way through the crowd. Hemmed in by the throng, Sophie could only watch as he attained the doorway and disappeared through it.

As completely as he’d disappeared from her life four years ago.

Song at Twilight (Amazon buy link)

And don't forget the first book, Waltz With a Stranger


 
Waltz With a Stranger (Amazon buy link)


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Pamela Sherwood grew up in a family of teachers and taught college-level literature and writing courses for several years before turning to writing full time. She holds a doctorate in English literature, specializing in the Romantic and Victorian periods, eras that continue to fascinate her and provide her with countless opportunities for virtual time travel. She lives in Southern California where she continues to write the kind of books she loves to read.

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