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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

the Queen by:Skye Warren (BLITZ)


Title: the Queen
Author: Skye Warren
Series: The Masterpiece Duet:  Spin-Off from the Endgame Trilogy (Damon Scott) Book 2
Genre: Dark Romance Contemporary Suspense
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Sept 19 2017
Edition/Formats: 1st Edition ~ eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
I have one chance at a new life. A college education. A future outside of Tanglewood’s dark walls. For a breathless moment it seems like I might actually escape.

One call from home, and everything changes.

Damon Scott is my own personal dragon, the fight I’ve always lost, the secret hope of my heart. And he needs my help right now. Only my mind can solve the puzzle of his long-lost sister.

Only my kiss can unlock a man with such a tragic past.

This is my final gamble, with everything at stake. His history. My future.

And a love strong enough to break the city apart.

***THE QUEEN is the final novel in the bestselling Masterpiece duet, about a game of lies and loyalty, of betrayal and power, and ascension to the city’s throne.***


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The Masterpiece Duet are spin-off titles of the USA Today bestselling Endgame series about Damon Scott.

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The Stripped Series
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Tough Love (Stripped, #0.5) Free Download
Love the Way You Lie (Stripped, #1)
Heartbreak (Stripped, #1.5) Free Download
Better When It Hurts (Stripped, #2)
Even Better (Stripped, #2.5)
Pretty When You Cry (Stripped, #3)
Caught for Christmas (Stripped, #3.5)
Hold You Against Me (Stripped, #4)
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Meet the gritty and dangerous men of Chicago Underground…
Rough (Chicago Underground, #1) Free Download
Hard (Chicago Underground, #2)
Fierce (Chicago Underground, #3)
            Wild (Chicago Underground, #4)
Dirty (Chicago Underground, #5)
Secret (Chicago Underground, #6)
Sweet (Chicago Underground #7)
Deep (Chicago Underground, #8)
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Beneath the Beauty (Beauty, #2)
Broken Beauty (Beauty, #3)
Beauty Becomes You (Beauty, #4)
Loving the Beast (Beauty, #5)
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Keep Me Safe (Dark Nights, #0.5)
Trust in Me (Dark Nights, #1)
Don't Let Go (Dark Nights, #2)
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Leased M/M Novella  
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Endgame Series
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The Pawn (Endgame, #1)  
The Knight (Endgame, #2)
The Castle (Endgame, #3)
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The Prince (the Masterpiece Duet, Prologue) (FREE DOWNLOAD)
The King (the Masterpiece Duet, #1)
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Saturday, September 16, 2017

Never Let You Go by: Andrew Grey w/Creative Post & Giveaway


Title: Never Let You Go  
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Forever Yours (Book #2)
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: Sept 8 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
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Friends since they met in school, Ashton and Brighton soon become much more. Ash and his aunt are Brighton’s haven away from his mess of a family, and when Ash enlists in the Army, Brighton learns to endure his long absences and eagerly awaits his return from missions.
Until one day Ash doesn’t come back, and Brighton thinks his greatest fear has come true.

Months pass and Brighton grieves for Ash, not knowing that a terrible misunderstanding sent Ash running, unable to cope when he thought Brighton had betrayed him. Even after an emotional reunion, their relationship isn’t the same—Brighton is now responsible for his young niece, and he’s having a hard time rediscovering the trust he once had in Ash. Ash must still tend to his mental health, but before he can, he’ll have to deal with a past secret that puts all their lives at risk. With so many forces determined to tear them apart, can Brighton and Ash hold on to each other and never let go?


“You had that video game console, and you used to sit in front of it all the time with the volume low so I wouldn’t tell you to stop.” She seemed so happy, and Ash didn’t want to discourage her.
“I remember,” he said quietly. Though he tried not to, because one of his playmates at the time had been a smaller boy, Brighton. They’d been friends since Ash came to live with his aunt. That first year had been misery on top of sadness after his mom and dad’s deaths. “What I loved most was that you used to let me have fun as long as I didn’t break anything and cleaned up when I was done.” Those had been the only rules. He sighed and drifted on waves of gentle memories. Maybe this was what he needed, to come back home where he knew he’d been loved. His muscles relaxed as the old movie about baseball and a cat on television slowly grew more distant.
The oak tree out back loomed overhead with ropes that hung down from the platform he was building. Ash stood under the great green expanse, looking up at the thick canopy.
“Are you going to look up or climb up?” Brighton asked, grabbing the nearest rope and propelling himself upward with the ease of a monkey. He was always climbing something.
“I’ll beat you one day.” Ash grabbed for the nearest rope and climbed as well, reaching the platform a second before Brighton. He stood up in the branches. “See, I told you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Brighton pulled on the other rope, raising the box of tools they’d loaded. The plan had been to build a treehouse, but they’d only gotten the platform finished. “We need to get to work if we’re ever going to get this done.”
They started building the first wall that would eventually be raised along one side, which in Ash’s mind morphed into the completed treehouse.
The now-teenaged Brighton was sitting on the floor of the treehouse. It seemed to have gotten smaller as they’d gotten older, but neither of them cared.
“I hate math,” Brighton groused as he passed over the book so Ash could look at the problem.
“It’s not that hard. Just move things to the same side of the equation and then solve it.” Ash moved closer, sitting next to him, showing Brighton how to do it, and then waited while Brighton finished the work, doing it correctly. “Perfect.” Ash smiled, and Brighton did the same, his eyes widening as he looked at him. Ash’s heart beat faster and his cheeks heated. Brighton leaned a little closer, and Ash drew in, pulled by a force he didn’t understand, until he kissed Brighton, or Brighton kissed him—he wasn’t sure and it didn’t matter.
Pain instantly ripped through him as the image faded from his mind. Ash did his best to hold on to it like a lifeline. He clenched his hands together, willing Brighton to stay with him.
“I have nothing to tell you,” Ash said for the millionth time. “I don’t know anything about that.”
Ash was yanked away from the pole, and he stumbled before his head was plunged into a tub of icy water. He held his breath, and fingers gripped his hair, forcing him under, holding him there. The images of Brighton grew stronger as Ash willed them to let him die. This needed to be over. There wasn’t much more he could take. Once again he held on to Brighton as though he were tangible, giving him strength and support. Darkness closed around him, and he thought this might finally be the end.
Ash gasped and sat upright, blinking, hands flailing. He came in contact with the lamp and pulled it onto his lap. It was only a dream. The television once again came forward, and he saw the walls of the living room. He took a deep breath to calm his thumping heart and set the lamp back on the table next to him.







Friday, September 15, 2017

Kei. Family Matters by: Isaiyan Morrison w/Giveaway


Title: Kei. Family Matters
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: Deamhan Tales Book 1 /Deamhan Chronicles Book 1.5
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Nov 14 2015
Formats Available In: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
For decades, I singularly helped strengthen the Deamhan in Minneapolis, and made sure that all the vampires feared us. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat - I looked out for everyone. No one before me had the guts to stand up to the humans and vampires like I did. If it weren't for me, Deamhan would've left that city in fear a long time ago.
Everything was fine until my sibling, Selene, arrived. She released my sire, Lucius, from Limbo, and all hell broke loose. They massacred my supporters and dethroned me. Now, with his minions rallying behind Lucius like he's their messiah, Selene and he chase me to the ends of the earth. They erroneously believe that by capturing me, they will exact justice from me for my crimes.

Little do they know that nothing can keep me away from Minneapolis, the city I built from the ground up. I'm going nowhere. The city belongs to me, Kei; and only I can redeem it.


“Did you honestly think you could take me?” I asked. “No human can take me. Not ever.” I let him go and motioned for him to come at me again, but this time, he hesitated.
“What's wrong, Jack? Afraid?” I smiled.
He looked up at me and I could see his rage mounting.
“That's it, Jack.” I stepped back. “Unleash your anger.”
He swung again and I avoided his attack easily.
“Again, Jack! Again!” I rallied him on.
He swung with his left, putting his whole body behind the attack. I moved to the right and he tumbled forward, falling onto the sidewalk. Placing my foot on the back on his neck, I stood triumphantly over him. The energy he expelled smelled ripe, urging me to take a taste. I placed my hand on the sidewalk right next to his body and absorbed what little I could. The way his mind rationalized the event came to my brain as “muddled.” He wondered who and what I was.
“Don't worry about what I am.” I lifted my foot and pressed down as hard as I could. Blood pooled from his mouth and ears onto the concrete. As I leaned forward to hear him choking on his own blood, I didn't pick up the scent of the human who crept up behind me.
I turned around just in time to feel a sharp piece of wood entering my stomach. Immediately, excruciating pain gripped me, forcing me to my knees. I glared at the end of the wood protruding from my body and felt like I would explode any minute from the agony. Trying to concentrate, I squinted and looked up to see Carol standing over me.
She balled her fist and struck me across the face. Usually, that wouldn't have hurt me, but after being penetrated by wood, I felt her blow. My head moved violently from left to right until I fell on my side and curled up in a fetal position.
Shaking her head, in a disgusted tone, she said only one word. “Deamhan.”






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A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis.
Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events. She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved Pitt bull.











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Deamhan (#1)
Deception (#3)
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Kei. Family Matters ~ Deamhan Tales (#1)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#1.5)
Ayden. Deamhan Minion ~ Deamhan Tales (#2)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#2.5)
Hallie. A Tit for A Tat ~ Deamhan Tales (#3)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#3.5)
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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Deamhan by: Isaiyan Morrison w/Interview & Giveaway


Title: Deamhan
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#1)
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Aug 12 2013 (1st Edition) May 9 2015 (2nd Edition)
Formats Available In: eBook & Print
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Deamhan have survived by remaining hidden in the shadows. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat have been overshadowed by what humans know as the modern vampire. But what if vampires aren't the real threat?
One woman's search for her mother who disappeared without a trace on the streets of Minneapolis takes her into the precarious world of Deamhan, psychic vampires who rule the underground nightlife in the city's most darkest corners.
She gains the trust of the only other human familiar with the Deamhan lifestyle. With his help she finds not only can the Deamhan not be trusted but it’s her own father, president of a ruthless organization of researchers, who has diabolically maintained that distrust.




“Did she kill him?”
Hallie stopped and looked over her shoulder. “I’ll show ya.”
Veronica followed her down the hallway and down the stairs. They crept past Nathan, who sat in his study, reading, and then headed to a wooden door in the hallway near the back door of the manor.
“She’s down there with him.” Hallie smiled.
“He’s still alive?”
“If you want to call it that.” Hallie hesitated. “I used to go down there during the day when Anastasia’s asleep.”
The tiny hairs on the back of Veronica’s neck stood up followed by a small gust of wind and the smell of expensive cologne. She immediately turned around and jumped, bumping against the door and creating a loud thud. Remy stood with his brown eyes scanning her.
“Now, now Veronica,” he said as he leaned against the wall. “That would be prying.”
This time she forced herself to not back away. Unlike their first encounter, Remy’s appearance wasn’t intimidating. Dressed in a sleek black shirt with tight fitting blue jeans, he towered slightly over her. His brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, just like the last time she saw him.
“Shouldn’t you be doing something angst related right now?” Remy questioned Hallie.
She held out her hand. “Where’s my cigs?”
Remy looked at Veronica and smiled. His eyes were hollow giving her mixed signals. “Kids these days.” He reached into the pockets of his jeans and pulled out an unopened pack of cigarettes. “Always want, want, want, but never give, give, give.”
Hallie snatched the pack from his grasp.
“I don’t know why you smoke. It does nothing for us.”
“Because I want to.”
“Off you go.” He patted Hallie on her head. “Move along now.”
She gave him an evil eye before heading back up the stairs.
Remy leaned against the wall, continuing to gawk at Veronica. It made her uneasy and she looked away. She tried her best to ignore his intimidating and somewhat attractive stare by hiding her thoughts.
He smiled. “What can I say? I’m good with kids.”
She brushed off his remark and she began to fidget with the knob handle on the basement door.
“She’s been playing with Murphy for about a week now,” he continued. “She’s trying to get into that little brain of his. Gotta give that human credit; he’s stronger than he looks.”
Veronica tried pushing her weight against the door but it didn’t budge. “So, Miss Austin. We never did finish that conversation.”
“What conversation?”
“Oh you know. The one where you blocked your thoughts, then ran off at the sight of me feeding.” He pouted. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“Look, I’m not some whore who’ll fall for your tricks.” She faced him with her back to the door. “I know who you are and what you can do, so don’t try to insult my intelligence.”
In Deamhan speed, he placed his hand on the door near her head. “And that’s why you fascinate me. You’re like no other researcher I’ve ever encountered. Plus you smell so good.”
“I’m not a researcher.” 






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Sunday, September 3, 2017

Maris by: Isaiyan Morrison w/ Guest Post & Giveaway


Title: Maris
Author: Isaiyan Morrison
Series: The Brotherhood Files (Deamhan Universe)
Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Mar 10 2015
Formats Available In: eBook & Print
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She gave me her blood, and my life changed forever.
Anastasia. My sire. The only influential figure in my already-fragile life. She did this to me. She caused all the pain and suffering. There was a time I believed I owed her everything. After all, she gave me immortality and the never-ending thirst for the energy contained in the blood of my victims.
But now vampires hunt me and the humans want to use me as their personal weapon. They believe I'm some kind of apotropaic figurine that can damn all Deamhan and force us back into hell where we belong. Me? I just want to live. I just want to be Maris. That way, the only one I can damn is myself. 


Feeling uncomfortable, I looked away and toward the front door. For twenty years they held me in that small tomb, on a slab, like a piece of meat. I dreamed of Jesse and although I felt that those dreams helped me in my Hibernation, it didn't take away the fact that he was dead and never coming back.
One of the Deamhan, a Ramanga female, descended the stairs. She reached to the wall at a switch and upon flicking it up, light illuminated around me, revealing that I wasn't alone. They were all around me—standing on the stairs, in the hallway, to my right, and my left. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat Deamhan, all young and new. I recognized none of them.
She opened her mouth slightly, showing her fangs as she took in my scent. “So this is Maris. She doesn't smell that old. I expected her to be different, taller.”
I scanned all of them, taking mental notes on their appearances and their scents.
The other male, a Metusba, accompanied him. “Look at her scar.” He pointed and—refusing to be viewed as some abnormality—I turned my head to the left to conceal it.
“Ayden says she's important,” the Ramanga spoke. “I'm curious as to why.”
I looked at the Metusba, noticing that his clothing that didn't resemble anything from the 1920s. He wore a loose-fitting white shirt, dark slacks, and a tie. The women wore dresses that extended beyond their knees. They all looked clean and impressive.
“Leave me alone,” I said to them.
“Or what?” the Ramanga replied. “You're supposed to be this important Deamhan. We'd all love to know why.”
“Oh yes, that.”
“Yes. That.” The Metusba straightened his body posture and clasped his hands together. “Just for the record, we don't believe that you're as important as they say you are.”
Before I could reply, the Ramanga said, “She's the reason for this war.”
“I've seen scarier Ramanga,” the Metusba added.
I wanted Ayden to return immediately before the conversation turned into something that could only be resolved by fighting.
The Ramanga stepped up to me. Her scent carried an older aroma but it didn't intimidate me in the least. Her eyes turned black and she leaned in. “I want to see what she can do—”
I reached out and grabbed her by the neck, immediately flipping her onto the floor. She moved to get up but I placed my foot on her neck to keep her still. The other Deamhan moved in and the sound of our commotion made Ayden rush up the stairs.
“Stop this.” He pushed me back against the wall and he moved himself in the middle.
The Ramanga jumped to her feet.
“Norma, what have I told you about starting fights?” Ayden spoke in a stern tone. “Go back to what you all were doing before I make you all regret your actions.”
Norma glared at me with riled eyes before she moved back, giving us room. Ayden dropped his hand from my chest. “We can go now.”
I blinked slowly. It took every inch of my body to calm the rage that began to. “Why did you leave me alone? Where did you go?”
Ayden led me down the front corridor. “I had to make sure that things were in place.” He opened the door.
We stepped outside and onto the porch. “All of them are products of this war. They've heard of you: the Deamhan to end all Deamhan.”
“You know I wouldn't do that.”
“I know but they don't. After your supposed demise, Ethel rallied Deamhan from around the region to join her in her fight against those who want to see an end to our species, particularly The Brotherhood. They've been fighting ever since.”






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Saturday, August 26, 2017

Exclusive Content Ebb and Flow by: Andrew Grey


Title: Ebb and Flow
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: Love’s Charter (Book 2)
Genre:  M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press 
Release Date: Aug 18 2017
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
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To achieve happiness, they’ll have to find the courage to be their own men.
As first mate on a charter fishing boat, Billy Ray meets a lot of people, but not one of them has made him as uncomfortable as Skippy—because he’s drawn to Skippy as surely as the moon pulls the tides, and he’s almost as powerless to resist. Billy Ray has spent his life denying who he is to avoid the wrath of his religious father, and he can’t allow anyone to see through his carefully built fa├žade.
Skippy is only in town on business and will have to return to Boston once he’s through. But he doesn’t count on Billy Ray capturing his attention and touching his heart. After all, his father has certain expectations, and one of them is not him staying in Florida.
Billy Ray doesn’t realize just how much he and Skippy have in common, though. They’re both living to please their fathers instead of following their own dreams—a fact that becomes painfully obvious when they get to know each other and realize how much joy they’ve denied themselves. While they can’t change the past, they can begin a future together and make up for lost time—as long as they’re willing to face the consequences of charting their own course.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Just Off the Path by: Weston Sullivan


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