Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Kings of Credit

Willie “Chill” Bruce, who was recently released from the California penal system, is trying to support his wife and six children on a paycheck working for an air conditioning company. He is surprised when he finds that his wages are garnisheed for the child-support of his son Willie Jr.

The devil is busy when Chill runs into an old penitentiary pal known as C-Dub. He presents Chill with an opportunity to participate in a simple robbery. When this turns out to be less than fruitful Chill goes into a depression.

Six months later, Jo-Jo, his brother in law hires him to work cleaning credit reports. Chill rapidly excels in his new occupation and becomes one of the Kings of Credit. As with everything illegal, the ride quickly comes to an abrupt halt.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Kenra Daniels - Tight Spaces

A lonely woman goes dancing with friends to kick the Bad Breakup Anniversary Blues. Her fantasy-man is willing to help, until her lowlife ex ambushes him.

With the first anniversary of the messy break up of a long-term relationship bearing down, Amy has the blues. When her friends suggest an evening at the Double Dare, she reluctantly agrees to go along. She doesn't do the casual sex thing, but it'll be good to spend time with her friends.

Seeing Jesse at the Double Dare immediately cheers her up. She's fantasized over him for months. The evening gets more pleasant as they heat up the dance floor. Things go from hot to sizzling, until her ex shows up and confronts Amy in a low blow. Will his interference deter Jesse and Amy from continuing what could be the start of something wonderful?


Thursday, October 25, 2012

Jacqueline Paige - The Hidden Senses Trilogy

Does she risk everything again?

 Jacinda Brown keeps to her safe existence doing investigative research, avoiding people and places with people. To most, it appears she has a normal life; blending completely undetected in her lonely continuation.

She doesn’t investigate people; she can’t get that close. Through her hand she can feel emotions, thoughts.  With a touch she can see what has been.  

Unfortunately fate tosses her into a situation where her carefully guarded secret and her own conscience are at war when she finds herself working with detectives to find a killer.  Jacinda clashes with the very strongly grounded detective, Reid Merritt, destiny has forced her to work with. 

At some point he begins to matter, making her decision harder. Will he look at her with abhorrence, like she’s some sort of freak when she’s through?

What will be the price, this time, for the ability she doesn’t want?


Jac looked around the empty parking lot, not even sure 

why anyone would ever be here. She glanced back at the 

two men sitting in the car. They’re going to think you’re 

crazy. She turned and walked over to the spot that had been 

pointed out to her. 

It wouldn’t be the first time someone thought she was 

crazy, she frowned at the broken asphalt ground, and it 

probably wouldn’t be the last. 

Taking a deep breath, she knelt down and placed both 

hands on the ground. There were glimmers of vibrations. 

She focused harder, nothing solid enough to grab a hold of. 

Moving her hands slowly, she tried a few more places. 

~ * ~ 

“What is she doing?” Reid growled. 

Brent shrugged. “I’m not sure.” He looked over in the 

direction she was looking. “Does she see something in the 



Looking away from her, Brent studied his partner. 

“Why exactly are we doing this again?” 

Reid rubbed his forehead quickly, and then glanced 

back to her. “Because we’re out of ideas--and she has 

looked at the same things we’ve looked at all along and 

come up with something to follow every time.” 

Nodding, Brent turned back to look at her. “She’s 

presently looking at an empty field, surrounded by nothing-- 

pretty sure she’s seeing the same thing we did here.” He 

watched as she walked slowly back towards them. “Why do 

we have to wait in the car?” 

“I don’t know.” The frustration was clear in Reid’s 


Both men swung around in their seat to look at her 

when she got in the back seat. Briefly she smiled. “Next.” 

Giving his partner a scoffing look, Brent turned back 


Felicity has spent her life alone, moving from one place to another hiding a part of her no one has ever been able to accept, not even her own family.

For as long as she can remember she’s had dreams that lead her to a person that’s somehow connected with her.  There are no answers or cures only misery for her when she can’t get anyone to believe her.

When a child reaches out to her, frightened and in the hands of strangers she forgets the reasons why she shouldn’t tell anyone and goes to the police.  She finds herself sent for a court ordered psychiatric evaluation.

It’s not the first time, it won’t be the last.  She packs up once again, ready to move as soon as she’s done with another so called doctor.  From the moment she steps into the office everything changes and she finds nothing she expected.

Can the child be found before it’s too late or is she facing heartache again?

Sitting on the tiny bed, hugging his knees as tightly as he could against his chest, his eyes darted around the room. It was so dark and so quiet here--he just wanted to go home and see his mom. Someone would come. Someone always did in the movies...
A creaking noise made him gasp, he quickly looked towards the door. Pushing himself back further into the musty corner, he watched and listened.
When it creaked again, he grabbed the thin blanket and dropped to lie down on the bed, squeezing his still damp eyes closed tightly.

Felicity blinked a few times and looked down. She was standing at her kitchen counter, hands grasping the edge so hard her knuckles were white. Sighing, pushing the straying blonde hairs away from her face her hand vibrating.
Closing her eyes, she took a calming breath. “I wished you would show me where sweetheart.” Whispering out loud made her feel better, even knowing he would never hear her.
Rinsing her hands under the cool water, she patted some against her sweaty brow. Drying them quickly, she looked around for a moment trying to recall what she’d been doing before the vision blocked out the rest of the world.
The kettle began to whistle, startling her. Unplugging it, she shook her head. It could have been worse, you might have been cutting vegetables or something else that could result in coming out of it injured.
If there was one thing she was thankful for it was, that when it happened her body froze-- and the usually prevented her too many serious injuries. Of course, it made life more complicated when it came to things like being in public or driving, both of which she tried to avoid.
Taking the cup of tea, she went over to the desk and pulled the tattered notebook from the drawer. Wanting to record every detail before she forgot any of it, she began jotting it down. Taking her time, she wrote carefully, making sure she described every little thing, even going as far as the crunching sound the old rusty cot frame made as the little boy moved.
Closing the book, she glanced at the stack of sketches briefly before she returned the book to the drawer and closed it.



About the author:

Jacqueline is a world class multi-tasker being a mother to five adventurous and unpredictable children, a cafe manager and having a colossal imagination that allows her to step outside of reality into a world of paranormal romance --with just a touch of suspense.

Jacqueline lives in Ontario, Canada and avoids the ever changing weather of the region she lives in by creating other worlds to fall into in her stories of all things paranormal.
Her first book was published in 2009 and since then has published eight. She is always writing and currently has more than a dozen stories in one stage or another of the writing process. You can find all of Jacqueline's releases at:



Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Lynn Crain - The Harvester

Word Count: approximately 42,000 words

Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.

Blurb: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter, she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power. Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was ever easy.

Book Excerpt:
Suddenly one dark haired man was on the table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering about where Angela had gotten herself.
Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want me...it’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.
Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.
She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths.
“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”
“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.
“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body.
She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.
Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.
Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.
Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was.
Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.

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Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in  romance in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30 years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog (www.awriterinvienna.blogspot.com) and various other places on the net (www.theloglineblog.blogspot.com; www.twitter.com/oddlynn3 ; www.lynncrain.blogspot.comwww.facebook.com/oddlynn3 ) as well as her website www.lynncrain.com. Still, the thing she loves most of all is hearing from her readers at lynncrain@cox.net.

NOTE: This is an erotic menagé novel with EXPLICIT language and adult situations.

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Author J.D Brown and the Ema Marx series

Thanks for having me today. I’m excited to be on Let’s Get Booked! I’m J.D. Brown and I’m here to tell you a little bit about my Ema Marx series…

Mankind has never been alone on this planet. As humans evolved from ape, so too did another species—Nephilim, man’s nocturnal carnivorous cousin. The two species met and resulted in cases of human-nephilim hybrid offspring that would later become vampires.

The origin of the nephilim was lost before written history as their aggressive behavior led to their extinction. But their offspring lived on. Led by a fearless king, they built a world that dominated the humans. They impersonated the gods and were worships as such with gifts of blood sacrifice.

But the vampire king was too greedy and too merciless, even to his own kin, and they plotted his dismiss. After his death, the vampire nation drifted into the shadows until they were eventually forgotten and coined a myth. Ema Marx never saw them coming.

The above is a little insight to my world of vampires and the foundation for which I have built my novel, Dark Heirloom. As you can imagine, I love history. I’m fascinated by the ancient gods and mythos. I love thinking about how paranormal beings can fit into our world, where they come from, and what history of their own would they have?

Sure, I know it’s fiction. But it’s fun to think about and it’s something I’ve always wanted to explore whenever I read a good urban fantasy or paranormal romance. I love the diversity of vampires, especially when they can be thought of as a living breathing species, as in the case of my vampire characters in Dark Heirloom, or as another example, like the vampires from J.R. Ward’s The Back Dagger Brotherhood, or even the vampires from Melissa De La Cruz’s YA series Blue Bloods.

The readers go on a journey with Ema and discover this dark hidden reality that isn’t too far past her own back yard. It’s a wild ride that sews together science, history, mythology, and magic in a totally new breed of vampire urban fantasy.

Dark Heirloom (An Ema Marx Novel)
By J.D. Brown

Blurb:  “You’re a vampire” is so not what Ema Marx wants to hear when she wakes from a two-day coma in a cryptic yet exquisite castle in northern Finland. Unfortunately, it explains a lot. Like why she’s able to see in the dark and walk through solid objects. What she doesn’t understand is why the other vampires expect her to have all the answers. It’s their fault she turned into one of them…right?

Jalmari’s hatred for his old-man intensifies when he’s ordered to bring that troublesome girl to their castle. He has a clan to run, there’s no time for babysitting newborn vampires no matter how they were converted to their culture. But when a two-thousand-year-old premonition threatens to take the crown and his life, Jalmari sees no other choice than to take out the catalyst. Ema Marx. Fortunately for Ema, she could also be the clan’s only savior.

The race to figure out her vampiric origins is on. And maybe she’ll get the hang of the blood-drinking gig along the way…

Dark Heirloom is available in print and ebook from:

Look for Dark Liaison, the sequel to Dark Heirloom, coming 2013.

About the Author:  

J.D. Brown graduated from the International Academy of Design and Technology with a Bachelor Degree in Fine Arts. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her two Pomeranians. Growing up in the suburbs of Chicago, her writing is influenced by the multicultural urban society of her youth which she continues to visit each summer. J.D. loves paranormal characters; from vampires and werewolves, demons and angels, to witches and ghost. Her writings are often a combination of suspense and romance.

J.D.’s books are available in e-book formats from Muse It Up Publishing Inc. and major e-book retailers. She loves to hear from readers. You can reach her via email to DarkHeirloom@gmail.com or visit her website at http://authorjdbrown.com

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Cornerstone Deep by Charlene A Wilson

It's their nature - long lives and rebirth. They're from another dimension, one gifted with advance abilities, but they serve in Cornerstone Deep. They're the Wizards of Shilo Manor.

"We are of another plane. Only by ancient covenant do few know our true natures. We walk this world among you, beside you, loving you."

They outlive the mortals of this realm by thousands of years, and when it comes to love the cruel fact is reinforced. Reincarnation doesn't exist on this plane. They lose their wives to death with no hope of reuniting. Yet they continue to accept others for whatever time they have together. Save for Cole. His love for his last wife still burns in his soul four centuries after her death.
When the service they render to the noblemen of Cornerstone Deep brings him face to face with Anna, something unexpected happens.  In a realm of silent souls, hers calls to him.  He responds with a kiss—one that joined with the spell of servitude she inhaled, binds her soul. 

Breaking ancient covenants, angering the lords, and bringing the gods' wrath upon him, Cole tries desperately to undo his wrong and free his love—despite the determination of the nobleman to keep her.
~ * ~
“My life is a mirage of endless time. But you in this moment engulf me, rivet my mind, encompass my soul.” 

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What they’re saying:
Cornerstone Deep is fast-paced and hard to put down.”—Leslie, The Romance Review
“I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves fantasy, paranormal, and of course, true love.”—Anastasia Creatives

Cornerstone Deep is a classic love story with beautiful prose meets modern-day fantasy meets popular paranormal culture with a twist.”—JD Brown, VWW Book Club

“This is an excellent story of love, duty, devotion, and loss.  Wilson writes well and injects real personality into every character.”—Donna, Book Bags and Cat Naps

Book Trailer

Chapter One

Cole moved as smoke, his elements converted into a dark mass.
The southern hillside that separated his manor from Shilo City passed quickly as he flew into town. The sweet aroma of apricots from the orchard gave way to the pungent odor of the east side sewage facility. Though his speed of flight made the encounter brief, his senses noted the unpleasant change. Distaste filled him. How this dimension has changed over the last two thousand years. He scoffed at the thought. Things had changed, but then so had he.
Pedestrians rushed along the walkways, dodging the homeless on Beggars Row East. Neon-lit storefronts teased the impoverished with promises of treats. Exhaust from the aged transport washed along his essence in waves of nauseating fumes. Bypassing the evening crowd, he jetted through an alley for a more congenial atmosphere and emerged to a compacted neighborhood. Town houses displayed humble frontages. Children scrambled along the roadside, giving no heed to the chill that reddened their cheerful cheeks.
Cole paused, an undulating vapor, beside a copse of honeysuckle. In a billow, he reclaimed his elements to solid form and plucked a few of the blossomed twigs. Turning his attention to the directions on Charlotte’s note, he stepped from the seclusion.
He couldn’t hold back the grimace as he scanned the area. Weathered thresholds lined the motel’s cul-de-sac and bore dark smudges where someone scrubbed at obscene vandalism in an attempt to remove the disgrace. Chunks of siding were broken or missing, leaving a snaggle-toothed appearance along the eaves. The cement walkway lining the structure crumbled at the curbs, worn down to join with the gravel lot. A sign flickered in a feeble attempt to advertise. Hightower Nights.
He double-checked the address.  Correct destination. His heavy sigh misted in the spring air.  Courting isn’t what it used to be. He should be escorting his lady to a grand social in a silver-clad carriage.
Cole draped his overcoat on his arm and reminded himself this woman’s company was worth the inferior accommodations. He’d told her to spare no expense yet this was her choice of location. No wonder the invoice was so low.
He smoothed his long hair and crossed the parking lot to the sidewalk. The tarnished room numbers led his way. Thirty-three, thirty-two
A door slammed and a dark head of curls hit his chest. The young woman stumbled back and then pranced on her toes as she caught her balance.
He looked down at her, alarmed. “Forgive me. I should have been watching my steps.”
She shook her head as she caught her breath and smiled up at him with dark brown eyes. “Oh, my fault, really. I’m running late and…” her lips teetered. “Um,” she scanned him from head to foot.
Cole glanced down at his tailored black vest and trousers. No doubt, he was a conspicuous sight, given their surroundings. His snowy white sleeves alone declared he didn’t belong among the stained, faded, and scuffed wear that was common there. He caught her attention with his dark gaze as she lifted from her observation.
Her caramel complexion flushed. “Wow. Even your shoes are polished like glass. You’ve got be Tom.”
“Excuse me?” Few knew this alias. “Have we met?”
“I’m Amy.” She giggled and motioned down the way. “Charlotte’s my mother. She told me all about you. I thought she was exaggerating but,” she bit her lip, and her gaze flew over him again. “It’s so nice to meet you. I think it’s great Mother’s dating again. Oh, and I think it’s so romantic you have a special way of saying her name.”
Cole furled his brow.
She nodded. “Yeah, she told me all about it. ‘Sh’létte.’ She says it makes her melt.” She squinched her face, and he thought she was going to giggle again. “You make my mother melt.”
He blinked to the side.
Her gaze flitted to the honeysuckle he held. “Oh, you gathered her flowers, too. You know she loves honeysuckle. You are so sweet.”
Her hand flew to his arm, and he started at the serious expression she suddenly displayed. “And don’t worry about the age difference thing. She said you were more my age but you act like a true gentleman.” She nodded enthusiastically, and her curls bounced around her head. “Yeah, she told me everything. She’s worried it worries you. The age thing that is. She’s afraid you might think she’s too old to, you know, have any more children. Since you don’t have any of your own.” She rolled her eyes and blushed. “But she’s not. And I’d love to have a little brother or sister. I’d baby-sit anytime you two wanted to—well, you know—have private time.”
Cole cleared his throat.
She leaned close. “She really, really likes you, Tom. She finally admitted it to me. But I’ve known for months. She even bought a new dress to wear tonight.” She held a hand level. “Well, I bought her the dress. I just got paid. She’s worried the style is too young for her but I insisted ivory eyelets just aren’t what women my age wear. It’s beautiful on her, really.” She winked. “So you might mention it. Of course, as gentlemanly as you are, you’d probably mention it anyway.” This time she giggled, and Cole smiled.
“I’ll be sure to notice.”
She shrugged her shoulders and squealed. “Mother is so lucky. The way you two look tonight you should be in a horse-drawn carriage going to a ball.” She sighed. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat but I only took a break to run and get her some champagne. She wants tonight to be special.” She waved a hyper hand. “I have to get back to work.”
Turning to leave, she called to a woman across the lot. “Oh, Megan, grab that bus! Hey, you’ll never guess who the new mail clerk is.”
Cole shook his head and watched her leave. Does that girl ever shut up? Just listening to her wore on his nerves. He straightened to regain any dignity he’d lost through the discourse and continued down the path.
The number twenty-nine hung with the nine threatening to become a six. He slid the key in the lock. The door stuck. A wave of his finger released the swelled frame with a jolt.
Peering inside, he caught sight of his date on the floor. “Do I have the right place?” He smiled. “I wasn’t sure. I had to double-check the address.”
Charlotte looked up from her seat in front of the imitation fireplace. Her dark curls cascaded down her back, leaving her tan shoulders bare. The dress’s ivory bodice hugged her slender form with tiny buttons that ran up the front. Its gathered skirt flaunted layers of light ruffles, emphasizing her feminine nature. Her knees peeked from the hemline.
Amy was right. It was a beautiful choice. And in a time past, he would have loved to escort her to a ball in an embellished horse-drawn carriage.
She held out a hand. “Come sit with me.”
He tossed his coat on the bed and sat behind her. Pulling her into an embrace, he presented the honeysuckle. She smiled and accepted the sweet gesture, smelling the little buds.
“What are you doing on the floor?”
“I’m watching the fire.” She glanced back at him, her brown eyes twinkling. “I’ve always wanted to stay here. The fireplace makes it romantic.”
Cole’s brows tightened, and he looked at the rolling screen of flames. The hearth’s faux bricks curled at the corner for lack of adhesive, and the cardboard mantel dipped where someone sat a heavy object on the visual setting. A tiny creak sounded each time the fireplace’s rotating screen made a slow round.
He nodded. Of course. “Yes. Fires are romantic.”  Running a hand around her waist, he nuzzled her shoulder. “Is this a new gown?”
She smiled and cuddled closer against him. “Do you like it?”
“It’s lovely.” He leaned his head to her dark curls. “Did you have me in mind when you picked it out?”
Her cheeks flushed as an answer and his heart swelled. “Definitely a romantic evening.”
This was what he found joy in. Holding her. Having her heart touch his. He widened his perception to read her tender emotions. Rarely had he found one so open to him and hope of a deeper connection afforded him to court her longer than any woman he’d seen in decades.
His black hair skimmed down her arm as he brushed his lips along her shoulder. A hint of cotton candy met him when he reached the hollow beneath her ear. He smiled. Flavored body spray. A youthful notion, no doubt encouraged by Amy. The innocent flavor encouraged his kisses where she’d placed the treat. Pleasure rode his breath.
She ran her fingers through his long hair and held him there. “I love that. I love your lips on me.” Her heated whisper fell to his palm as he reached to caress her cheek.
Her words spurred his wish. “Talk to me, Sh’létte. Share everything with me. I want to know.”
“The way you feel, Tom.” She splayed her fingers over his head holding him tighter. Her want echoed through his nerves and he raked his teeth down her neck.
“The way you—move.”
One by one, he released the tiny buttons down her front and eased her to the floor, kissing along her collar. His hands slid beneath the fabric.
“All of it,” she exclaimed. “My heart just…”
Yes, speak to me. He led his kisses over her cleavage to her heart. A rumble sounded in his throat as his hot breath spoke against her skin. “You’re heart what?”
She cried with delectation.
Cole caressed her soft skin with his lips. “I joy in you. I want to hear from every part of you. Tonight, I want all of you.”
“I want you too, Tom. My heart couldn’t want you more.”
Cole lifted his gaze to her. “Look at me.”
Her brown eyes fluttered open. Her lips moved with quiet breath. “I love you,” and he could hear it in her heart. She did love him. Pure acceptance radiated from her. But he was looking for more.
“Open to me, Sh’létte,” he whispered, sending his thought’s voice with his words. “Speak to me with your soul.”
Her lips parted and a look of astonishment covered her face. “Did I just hear you—in my head?”
He waited, listened intently as her emotions flew through him. He needed to know this relationship would be more than those he’d ended in the past.
She blinked several times, as if confused but afraid to ask what he really meant.
“Call to me, Sh’létte.” His voice was almost a plea. If only her soul would break its silence—offer some form of communication. “I don’t want this to end.”
Her eyes flew wide. “What? End? No. Tom, what do you mean? You have my whole heart. I couldn’t be more open to you—ever.” She nervously circled her fingers in his hair. “What is it? Is there something you worry about in our relationship? Is it my age? Are you worried I can’t give you a family? It’s not too late for me. I’d love to give you a child. I’m as open as I can possibly be to you.”
Cole’s heart ached. Her emotions were so intense that surely her soul would speak soon. He kept his eyes on hers as he lifted to kiss her chin. “Let me help you.”
With final hope, he called upon his foreign nature to share the most seductive blessing of his home realm. He released the sweet breeze of Zephyr, and the scent of licorice and cream fell from his lips. He kissed her gently, lovingly, caressed her tongue with his and sent his entreaty to bathe her senses. His breath became hers.
She inhaled his sensual gift and gasped for deeper intake as if she couldn’t quench her thirst. Her love coursed through his veins, and his muscles tightened with expectation.
“Call to me!” he bade with shared thought.
Her head pressed into the worn carpet as she was overpowered by the sensation. He held his position and framed her face with his hands to keep the connection. His soul listened for a sign. Please. Call to me.
He waited, heart pounding.
She breathed him in and, as her body surrendered to the desire of the experience, she weakened. Her hands slid down his arms. Her soul remained silent.
Cole peered into her eyes. They looked as if she was intoxicated. He slowly released his breath.
She drunkenly looked up at him. “Oh, God, Tom. I love you.”
His lips teetered into a smile to hide his disappointment. He brushed his fingertips across her cheek and kissed her parted lips. He didn’t have anything else to try. Her soul was not to join his. A soul mate would have responded to such a call.
They were only a passing moment, and he couldn’t let her believe they were more. This would have to be their last night together.  The knowledge bit at his heart.
~ * ~
The morning chill followed Cole through the cherry-wood door of Shilo Manor. Apricot blossoms rode the breeze and danced across the hardwood floor. His brothers looked to his homecoming from their conversation beside the marble staircase sentinel.
James smiled, his dimpled cheeks forcing his eyes to grin. “How’s Charlotte? I trust things went well.”
Cole glanced at him as he hung his coat on the gold rack. “Yeah.” His voice fell flat.
Vincent set his hands at his waist, and his chiseled features leered. “Don’t tell me. You dumped another one.”
James held up his large hand to halt further comment. His smile faded.
Cole crossed the hall to the parlor and glowered at the smiling cherubim that lined the wall. His youngest brother shook his unruly hair. “I had real hopes for this one. You’ve seen her longer than any of the others. It’s been what? A whole four months?”
He slammed the door and scowled. Irritating runt. Stepping to the cherry-wood bar, he stared at the wide variety stretched before him. An entire wall displayed the finest liqueur this realm had to offer along with a few choice Ambrosias brought with them to this post. He consciously avoided the ancient keeps, unwilling to recall the joy of that era.  Smoothing his long hair with his hands, he grabbed the nearest bottle. Brown liquid filled his glass to the brim. He downed half the bitter take before a tap came from the door. 
James entered and closed it quietly behind him. “Don’t mind Vince.”
Cole sent a resentful expression his way. His brother sighed and looked out over the room.
“I wanted this woman more than any since…” He didn’t bother hiding the disillusionment in his voice. He frowned and slugged his drink. “Her soul was silent. I couldn’t reach her.”
“Don’t do this to yourself, Cole. You can’t expect another Mianna.”
“I can’t settle for less than a soul mate, James. Not now.”
“The fact that you feel you found a soul mate in her is phenomenal. But she’s gone. Rebirth doesn’t exist here. You have to let her go and move on.” He looked at him with a compassionate gaze. “Let yourself love this woman for who she is.”
Cole set his glass to the bar and closed his eyes. The sting of reality pierced his heart. “I can’t, James.” He looked at his brother and swallowed hard. “I try. But my soul always pushes for more.”
James lowered his gaze, and his voice softened. “You know cross dimension mating is limited. Chances are you’re not going to find that kind of connection again. Not here.”
He turned away. It was true. And he knew he was foolish for allowing himself the hope of that kind of love with Charlotte. Mianna had been special.

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About the Author

Charlene A. Wilson
Charlene is an author of paranormal suspenseful tales that sweep you away to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue into multi-layered story lines to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing, she brought them to life through her books. You can meet them now in her series, Chronicles of Shilo Manor, and soon in her series, Aumelan.

She resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, a gray cat, Chester, and a fluffy black dog, KooJo.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Jacqueline Paige - The Magic Seasons series

Step into a world of magic and passions....
Recipe for the Magic Season series: 
 Take a dash of spice, heat it
 Add a flash of magic and watch the sparks fly  
Toss in a killer that's targeting women
Add a handful of witches from all paths to stir it all together...
 (warning ... this will raise your body temperature, use with caution) 

Book I the Magic Seasons

Each were willing to spend their lives alone and safe; until they’re touched by Beltane Magic. 

Can they survive their pasts to be together as they struggle to find a killer before the wheel turns again?

Extended Blurb:

Leena is a woman that is gentle in everything, her personality and moods. She always feels maternal with her closest friends and would go out of their way to look after any one of them. Her ability of controlling the elements and knowledge of plants make her magic abilities strong and unbreakable. She is a leader at work and in life, always working hard to keep those around her close, but never allowing anyone to get too close.

To the outside world she is just Leena Duncan, a quiet woman who works a normal job and lived a quiet life.

A few times a year she can openly use her magical gifts at celebrations within a small community of people she calls friends.

Having lived through the horrors that can come from the hands of someone you thought loved you; she decided never loving again would prevent more emotional scarring.

It takes one man at a rainy Beltane celebration to change everything she is comfortable with and one killer to change her safe world.

Owen is a man that reflects humour and cavalier vibrations to others, he is gentle and caring as is his ability to draw negative and heal others. If you didn’t know him, you would never realize he came from violence. Knowing how the real world can be, he has vowed to never put himself into the position, or allow anyone else that could open up the world he has carefully sealed shut forever.

He creates worlds and puts them on paper to entertain others. After years of using his imagination he finds out his friends can do things he thought only his mind created.

For his entire adult life Owen Grey has always played it safe and kept to his own world of writing, never getting too close to anyone.

Having lived a nightmare growing up he would never take the chance of repeating history. He may write about happily-ever-after, but knows it is pure fantasy and doesn’t exist.

Until her ...

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Book II the Magic Seasons

 Passion and magic that burns

 Kasey is a woman that exudes energy and brightness; she is as equally passionate when angry as she is when she’s happy. The energy she carries from life comes through in all her magical workings with spells and stones, giving them great magical strength. She is a dreamer and often wishes she could re-write her own story so that she was charming and sophisticated enough to be with a certain wealthy male lawyer she wants more than anything else.

 Chris is a force of strength and experience that is carefully hidden behind the easy mannerism he has adapted so carefully. There is nothing he cannot do where magic is concerned and he has tried all manner of things, whether right or wrong. His fortune has left him wanting for nothing else in life, except the one thing money can’t buy him, the woman he feels too unclean to approach.

Separated by two different life styles yet their passion and magic ignite sparks hotter than the Solstice heat.

Can they work out a way to be together as they try to stop a killer from striking again?

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Book III in the Magic Seasons

Rachel is a woman that lives carefree with a buoyant recklessness. She loves being a flirt and has spent many years indulging that side of her personality. Her energy draws others; her character is to protect all those that cannot protect themselves.  When she’s not riding on life, she is helping children less fortunate then herself. 

Steven is man that gives more than his energy usually allows.  He is a highly respected pediatrician that always goes that extra step to ensure all in his care are receiving his utmost attention.  He often sacrifices sleep to spend time with his friends, and he can’t seem to help affably chasing the skirt of the one woman that breaks his easy going charm and makes him forget he’s supposed to be the jovial.  He hides his strength in body and magic, never letting others know that he is more than the carefree man with everything he needs.   

Armed with magic and a plan for the Lammas festival as a group they are determined to stop the killer from harming anyone again.  With a plan of his own, Steven decides he’s done waiting for Rachel to see that they’re meant to be together and takes things into his own hands.

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 Autumn Dance
Book IV in the Magic Seasons
At the autumn gathering twelve angry and determined witches use their power to draw out the killer before anyone else can become a victim.

With his magic ability Dade has control like no other— if he had that in his everyday life he could have the one thing he wants.

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 “Ms. Paige is one of my favorite new-to-me authors.  She combines just the right amount of beautiful storytelling, suspense and heat...”  Books, Books and More Books.

“ I was sucked in from the beginning and fell in love with all of the characters which is a credit to her character development skills as well. I can't wait to pick up the second in the series and see what happens at Solstice!” Melissa’s Eclectic Bookshelf