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Rising Horse Creations is a graphic design company is simply amazing! I recently had a character commissed by them from one of the stories I wrote was I was younger. The character I had created was the character I ended up naming my daughter after so she really near and dear to me. I’d like to show you guys the amazing process that the graphic designer kept me updated the whole way through and was willing to change and work with me the whole way.

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The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles


Synopsis: 

The world as we know it is gone. There are no more countries, states, or cities. No more traditional government… only survivors who have created a new world made up of small colonies.

It has been thirteen years since the last World War and the village of Lia Fail sits peacefully above the Hollywood Reservoir in the Santa Monica Mountains. The settlement is making ready to host the fall Gathering. A time to remember the past as well as discover new loves, old friends, family, and fun, but just as the festivities begin, the people in Lia Fail begin to experience strange goings on they can’t explain. Unseen forces attack several guests and friends begin to distrust friends. When they receive news of a horrific massacre, they realize they must face an impending dark evil that threatens to destroy the tranquil village. ��

Alia Stark, the queen of Lia Fail, must face this malevolent force alongside her oldest and dearest friends. The fate of her people, the lives of her children and freedom itself rests in her hands. Will she have the courage to do what must be done… and at what price?

This is the beginning of a journey that will change all of their lives forever.

The Gathering: Book One of the Lia Fail Chronicles is the first in a new Paranormal, Fantasy, and Adventure Series.

This book contains adult situations and is intended for a mature audience.

The Journey: From The Gathering to The Bridging: Book 1.5


Synopsis: 

After the battle at the Black Castle, the survivors have returned and peace has once again settled on the village of Lia Fail. Follow the changes that have transpired in Alia Stark, as well as her family and friends, in this omnibus of tales.

From The Gathering to The Bridging is a collection of short stories from the Lia Fail Chronicles covering the gap of almost two years from the end of The Gathering and taking the reader into the next novel, The Bridging. A Wish, A Touch, A Kiss, A Birthday and A Storm contain vital information in the continuation of The Lia Fail Chronicles. Meet the newest members of the Fail, explore new love, adventures and magic, as we make The Journey From The Gathering to The Bridging.

Working on Wicked Re-Release Blitz

Title: Working on Wicked
Author: Lilly Cain
Genre: Sexy Paranormla
Cover Designer: Darlene Dixon
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
Blurb:
Sarah Pickman had never been a particularly good witch. But she’d never been this terrible. With her luck on a downswing, and her lovelife non-existent, she decides to use the power of Halloween to grant her a night of pleasure in a fantasy lover’s arms—just the pick-me-up she needs. Too bad she never did learn to mix potions the way her granny had.
Moving from New York to the small town feel of Salem had had its ups and downs but Barrett McAllister never expected to be greeted on the night of his move to his new home by a naked and willing witch. Not one to say no to the spirit of Halloween, Adam gives his sensual neighbor a night filled with treats she’ll never forget. But when her potion wears off and she realizes he’s really flesh and blood, it’s up to him to convince her that magic sometimes works in mysterious ways.
Warning: Delicious magic and a yummy man – what a mix! You can expect sparks to fly!
Bonus! An all new short story, Calling Syn by Lilly Cain
Every job has its risks—but not many run the hazard where failure means being devoured body and soul. It’s Julien Black’s job to raise demons—he gets paid to summon them to meet with his underground employers. It’s not up to him what happens next, it’s not his deal.
But Julien’s never raised a succubus and he has no idea of the power the wily females have at hand. When the demon he’s called names herself as Syn, Priestess of the Temple of Lust, Julien knows he’s in trouble. He’s been sabotaged and Syn is about to escape. Julien must find a way to soothe her desires and save his soul, but staying in control isn’t easy when you’re with a succubus named Syn.
Lilly Cain is a wild woman with a deep, throaty laugh  and plunging necklines. She is a great lover of all things sensual—perfume, chocolate, silk! She never has to worry about finding a date or keeping a man in line. She keeps her blond hair long and curly, wears beautiful clothes and loves loud music. Lilly lives her private life in the pages of her books.
All of the above is a bit of silliness. 🙂 Lilly lives in Atlantic Canada, although she spent eight years in Bermuda, enjoying the heat and the pink sands. She returned to her homeland so she could see the changing of the seasons once again. When not writing she paints, swills coffee and vodka (but not together) and fights her writing pals for chocolate (true story).
When not living up to her pen name, Lilly is a single mom who loves reading and writing, dabbling in art and loving and caring for her two daughters. She loves romance and the freedom erotic fantasy provides her imagination. She loves the chilling moments in her novels as much as the steaming hot interludes. Her stories are an escape and a release, and she hopes that they can give you that power, too.

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Sarah Pickman cackled wildly and stirred her evil brew. Smoke curled from her bubbling cauldron and she tipped back her black pointed cap and waved her fingers over the potion so she could breathe in the fumes. Perfect. She flipped her purple cape over her shoulder and reached deep into the pot to retrieve a glowing, grinning skull.
A little girl screamed, then giggled. Sarah let out another evil laugh. Her audience had grown over the past five minutes, so it was time for her special magical effect. She waved her hand toward the mass of pumpkins on the right side of her door—heavily decorated with wild spider webs, glowing eyes and a very real, very large, black cat. With a flick of her fingers the candles ignited inside the pumpkins and as one the crowd gasped in amazement.
It was one of her best tricks, and one of the few real magic spells that ever worked for her consistently.
Sarah popped the top of the skull open and started to distribute the candy inside to the waiting kids. She always had a crowd on Halloween—who didn’t want to visit a real witch in Salem on All Hallows’ Eve? Not that anyone knew she was a real witch, and of those who did, her talents mostly served to disappoint.
Descended from a long line of Salem witches, Sarah should have been loaded with power. She should have been able to make things happen with a snap of her fingers, rather than the long drawn out spellcasting she faced when she did try to do magic. Only her ability to light fire kept her from being thrown out of the local coven. With her family history she should have been a leader. Instead, she avoided real magic because her spells often had disastrous results. So she played witch on Halloween to hundreds of children. At least she had that to look forward to; children were always overloaded with psychic energy and it gave her a little boost every year to make them giggle.
Now her older sister, Bella, she had power to spare. The witch. Power to spare and not a care in the world as to how she should use it. Bella didn’t care about the local circle; she’d escaped from Salem as soon as possible and caused as much trouble as she could in the process. Zapping from man to man and party to party were all she seemed to care about.
Sarah handed the last little boy a handful of chocolates. It was getting late and she’d probably treated nearly two hundred kids. The boy’s father gave her a careful smile and a thank you for the treat. He was cute, but a wedding ring glinted on his finger and he turned away quickly. Ah, the side effects of the witchiest surname in Salem.
She set the skull back in its position in the cauldron, on a wire rack suspended over a cinnamon scented potion she’d realized long ago did nothing but smoke and smell nice. The kids and their parents were retreating, and from the look of the rising moon, they’d be the last ones she’d see tonight. She bit her lip. Halloween and she was alone again.
Wherever her sister was, you could bet she wasn’t alone. No, she’d have a hottie on a leash and be making the most of the extra zip All Hallows’ Eve presented to natural born witches. But here Sarah was, no date in four months, six days—not that anyone was counting—and no further ahead in her magical studies. No matter how hard she worked lately, nothing seemed to be going right.
Sarah walked over to Mitska, her black cat. Well, almost black. He had a white tip on his tail, much to his disgust. They were a pair, for sure.
“Well, Mitska, what are we going to do tonight, hmm? Watch a little TV?” She pulled off her hat and fluffed her long honey brown hair. It was warm tonight, almost as though a summer wind still blew in through the trees from Palmer Cove. Of course it should be too cold for that, but the weather had been unpredictable lately and a late Indian summer made for a beautiful autumn. The water was only about an acre behind her home. That was one of the main reasons she’d chosen this quiet subdivision. The peace, the woods, the water.
“Meow.” Mitska commented and turned his back on her. Right. Well, maybe TV was boring. She felt energized for the first time in weeks—the Halloween spirit flooded her. Maybe it was time to try a little magic.
She glanced up at the moon again and then down the street. No one was about, the last of the kids really had gone. She walked to the end of her drive and shut the gate so any stragglers would know she was done. Her house sat at the end of a cul-de-sac, the street dead-ended and she only had one neighbor close enough to be called that and mean it, and that house had been empty for months. She looked over at the Cape Cod house to her left that mimicked her own home in size and style, and was surprised to see a light in the window.
“About time someone moved in. Maybe they’ll have a kitty friend for you to play with.” She stroked the tomcat. “And maybe I need to get going before I really go crazy. I’m already talking to you all the time.”
A few steps took her to the doorway. She opened the door and smiled as she stepped inside. The one right thing in her life was this house. Hers for five years now, it glowed with positive energy. She pulled her cape off and dropped it and the hat on the bench near the door before unzipping her witch’s gown and letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the puddle of black and purple material and walked to the stillroom, not bothering to strip out of the corset,  striped stockings and thick heels that made up the rest of her costume.

The Chosen Knights Freebie

Title: The Chosen Knights
Author: Mary Ting
Genre: YA Fantasy/Paranormal
Cover Designer: Naija Qamber Designs
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR

Blurb:
(HIGHLY recommend to read prequel first–The Angel Knights)
***City of Bones meets The Da Vinci Code.
Urban fantasy lover’s dream! Demons, vampires, angels, witches, and fallen angels all set to the back drop of high school in Hawaii, and astral travel to the past to Knights Templar era.
*** SILVER AWARD WINNER 2016–YA FANTASY–READERS’ FAVORITE INTERNATIONAL BOOK AWARD***
A page turning mystery with a supernatural twist that entertains to the last page! ~InD’tale Magazine
When teens go missing in Hawaii, a group of demon-hunters—half human and half angel—disguised as high school students, must leave Crossroads, the place where they reside. In a race against time, they uncover the mystery connecting the missing teens, which dates back to the era of the Knights Templar. However, when they discover one of the Templars passed down a book containing all the secrets and codes to finding a particular treasure, they soon realize this forbidden treasure needs to be found before Cyrus, the lord of the possessor demons, acquires it—a treasure which been safeguarded and hidden from him.
There is only one problem: the pages containing the clues leading to the treasure is missing. When the first page is found, Cyrus threatens to kill more descendants of the Knights Templar if it is not given to him by Friday the thirteenth. In the midst of threats and discovery, the demon-hunting angels find they are not alone when supernatural beings begin to reveal themselves. Can they put their differences aside and work together to solve the Knights Templars’ cipher? As they astral travel to the past, they witness a lot more than they have bargained for. And some things are better left unseen.missing. When the first page is found, Cyrus threatens to kill more descendants of the Knights Templar if it is not given to him by Friday the thirteenth. In the midst of threats and discovery, the demon-hunting angels find they are not alone when supernatural beings begin to reveal themselves. Can they put their differences aside and work together to solve the Knights Templars’ cipher? As they astral travel to the past, they witness a lot more than they have bargained for. And some things are better left unseen. 
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.

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A Seal’s Surprise Release Blast

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A SEAL’s Surprise Blurb: 

A SEAL’s Surprise is the third novella in New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Tawny Weber’s Sexy SEAL novella series, companion stories to her Bestselling Sexy SEAL series of novels.

Even when all his buddies are jumping ship, one sexy SEAL is determined to keep his vow…

Charting her course…

Successful event planner Macy Berk plans to make her friend’s Valentine’s week wedding the event of the year. She’s not about to let the bride’s brother mess anything up. Especially since he’s the one who unceremoniously dumped her because of his misguided vow that his commitment to being a Navy SEAL would trump his commitment to any relationships. She has a plan to ensure smooth sailing for the wedding week…

Stormy waters ahead…

Petty Officer Eli Spencer is determined to keep his distance from everyone in order to avoid voicing the unpopular opinion that this wedding is a huge mistake. When they committed to becoming SEALs, he and his buddies made a vow to one another: being a SEAL would allow no room for distractions like relationships. But now all his buddies are jumping aboard the love boat…

Man overboard…

Most women try to avoid the lover who jilted them. But Macy’s plan is simple: seduce Eli until he’s too worn out to ruin anything—but still has enough energy left to admit he was wrong to put his love of duty before his love for her. Until she realizes just how dangerous loving a SEAL could be, for both of them. But being a SEAL means being strong, including strong enough to admit he may have been wrong…

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Swan Song Review

LOVE AND LONGING IN THE BRIGHT LIGHTS OF LONDON
When iconic ballerina Beatrice Duvall died, a nation mourned – and a legacy was born. Sixteen years later, her daughter Ava comes to London to take part in a high-profile tribute to Beatrice, and to learn about the mother she never knew. 
There’s just one snag: the tribute is a ballet, Swan Lake. Which is infinitely painful for Ava, because she can’t dance. Won’t dance. Not since she quit the Royal Ballet School last year and walked away from everything that defined her. 

But this is London, colourful and crazy, and with actor Seb at her side, there’s so much to discover. Like Theatreland razzmatazz and rooftop picnics and flamingo parties. And a whole load of truths Ava never knew about her mother – and herself. 

When the time comes to take the stage, will Ava step out of the shadow cast by her mother’s pedestal? And who will be waiting for her there, in the bright lights? 

REVIEW:

A moving story that touches your heart. Although I was never a dancer, dance has always touched my heart and soul. It’s a beautiful thing.I loved the flow of the story and how the character evolved on her journey. What started off as a way to grieve turned into a journey of self discovery and faith.

It was a beautiful heartwarming story that I highly recommend.

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Love’s Full Circle Release Day

Love’s Full Circle by Cherry Christensen

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In spite of, maybe because of the way her love life had gone, Kayden James works hard to become a successful Marriage and Family Therapist. The last thing she needs is for her ex-boyfriend Liam to stroll into her office and stir up old feelings. Especially after the way he treated her all those years ago. She would rather remain a single cat lady than risk her heart again.

Liam hopes to make amends, but worries he won’t be able to melt Kayden’s icy exterior enough for her to see how much he has changed. Initiating their reunion, he sets out to prove that their relationship never was a game to him… to convince Kayden to continue traveling love’s full circle.
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The Sakia Trilogy Boxset

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Title: The Saskia Trilogy Boxset

Author: Aoife Marie Sheridan

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy/Romance

Hosted by: Ultimate Fantasy Book Tours

The Saskia Trilogy ~ Boxset

Blurb:


From USA Today Bestselling Author

The Complete Saskia Trilogy ~ Boxset

Four banished angels. A world created by the hands of God. A kingdom on its knees – and only one mortal to save them.

Growing up in the mortal world, Sarajane is shocked when she gets kidnapped and finds out that she is a princess in Saskia, a parallel universe she had no idea existed.

It’s there that she discovers her abilities, but as her magic keeps growing, so does the threat towards her and her loved ones.

Following her destiny, she takes on the fight against a fallen angel and the task of saving Saskia and Earth before Lucian can destroy it.

Will Sarajane live up to the expectations or is it too late for her to save her new world?

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Chapter Two

Saskia ~ Present Day

(Marta)

 The smell of dampness is overpowering. I open my eyes slowly. I am lying on a concrete floor, shaking with the cold. My wrists and ankles are badly bruised, my hair clotted with dry blood. As I start to get up, bile rises in my throat. Steadying myself against the wall causes the sharp, jagged stones to hurt my back. I stumble to the iron gate of my cell. My lips are cracked and dry; my throat feels like it is on fire.

“Please, could I have some water?” I rasp.

The guardian sits there, no reply. I can see the tattoo on the back of his neck. Et Lux in Tenebris Lucet: And Light Will Shine in Darkness. It has been twenty-one years since I have seen it. I knew then I am back in Saskia.

“I see you are awake,” Clive says with a cruel smirk, descending the stairs. His blond hair and white complexion look paler under the lights, giving him a ghostly air.

I retreat farther into the shadows of my cell. He turns the key in the gate and enters slowly. His crystal-blue eyes never leave my face, soaking up my terror. I back into the wall and my panic rises. I know Clive is just like his mother, Bellona.

Cruelty seeps from his every pore. I want to scream, but know it is pointless. Tears stream down my face. Please, God, keep my daughters safe. I know I will never see them again.

Clive circles me with his hands grasped behind his back. He throws his head back and starts laughing. “So you are the whore who was sleeping with my father? A peasant with a king.” His face twists with rage and disgust.

Clive pounces, grabbing my hair. I scream. The cut already on my head starts to bleed again, and blood trickles down my face. He throws me viciously to the ground. “You won’t escape this time.”

I curl myself into a fetal position. Clive withdraws his leg and aims for my stomach. I can’t stop him so I just lie there, letting my mind slip to happier times. Memories pour in, mine and Morrick’s first kiss at my door. The first time we secretly met at the Amour Caves. Falling in love with him was so easy, but now I would pay the ultimate price.

I blink. Pain runs through every part of my body. I look around through swollen eyes. I am on my own again with the same guardian on guard. I try to speak, but every part of my body is too sore. Darkness overtakes me.

 The next time I wake up, Clive and the Queen Bellona are standing over me. She looks at me with distaste. Her snow-white, hard face shows no other emotion. A white gown flows all around her, the ends soaking up my blood pooled around me on the floor. She doesn’t seem to notice, or maybe she doesn’t care.

“Taurus, lift her up. I have many questions to be answered,” the queen says in a monotone, as if this is wasting her time.

 I open my eyes, but the light hurts. I close them again and can hear Bellona and Clive arguing in the hall. I can hear Bellona’s voice rising. “Are you pleased with your handiwork?”

“Yes, Mother, I am,” Clive says with self-satisfaction.

“You are just like your father, stupid and weak.” Clive tries to answer, but Bellona cuts him off with a slap. “Now listen to me. I need her alive, and beating her to death will not get us answers. Am I not correct?”

“Yes, Mother.” Clive sounds like a five-year-old boy being reprimanded.

Footsteps sound down the hall. When the queen speaks, she sounds irritated. “What, Taurus?”

“Sorry, my lady, but the king is looking for you.”

The queen lets out a sharp breath. “Clive, stay with her. He does not know she is here, and I do not need any more problems.”

“Yes, Mother.”

Footsteps sound at my door. I keep my breathing even so it looks like I am asleep. A chair creaks beside me. After a few moments, I open my eyes and Clive is looking at me. There’s a handprint on the side of his face. “Do you know the day my mother told me about you and my… father I didn’t believe it?”

I turn my head away from Clive. I just can’t listen to him.

Morrick told me how cruel his wife and son were, how they would manipulate situations. Clive grabs my face roughly. “You will look at me when I speak,” he roars into my face, covering me with spit.

The door opens then and Ancellia, a servant girl I had only met a few times before, comes in. She bows to Clive, but her eyes never touch me. “Prince Clive, I have come to bathe Marta as requested by the queen.” He flicks his hand towards me and Ancellia enters the room.

Clive rises from his chair. “I will return later.” He looks at me and leans in close to whisper in my ear. “When I get back, you better give me answers or I will kill you.” He stands straight and leaves the room.

Once he is gone, I turn to Ancellia. “Where is Corrona?”

Ancellia ignores me. “Please, Ancellia.”

She looks at me with anger. “You have dragged enough people into this. You will not drag me in as well.” She pushes me over roughly, hurting my side, and bathes my wounds. After she leaves, I lie there thinking of Corrona and the day I decided I needed to get out of Saskia.

Corrona and Dominic were blissfully in love. She sat in her armchair beside the fire, rubbing her very large belly, while

Dominic rubbed her feet. I sat and watched them and wished I could be normal like that with Morrick and not always hiding our love. My stomach fluttered thinking of him. Even though we had been seeing each other nearly a year, I still felt nervous around him.

Corrona’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Marta, go get the maidens. I think my baby is coming.”

Dominic stood up, his eyes wide. “Now, right now?”

Corrona looked up at Dominic with a smile on her face and nodded. Then her attention turned to me. “Hurry.” She twinged with pain. I left and ran to the castle and placed my hand over my own stomach and smiled. Butterflies erupted in my belly.

I reached the castle and raced across the courtyard, but just before I knocked on the large wooden door, it opened. I was faced with Bellona. She arched an eyebrow. “Yes?”

I bowed. “Sorry, my lady, but Corrona needs maidens. She’s going into labour.”

“Very well.” The queen beckoned two maidens and headed for Corrona’s cottage. Taurus followed just behind her and me after them. I felt sick the whole way back. I didn’t think Bellona would come also.

When we entered, Dominic stood and looked at the queen in shock.

“My lady.”

“Please, do not rise.” She sat on the armchair that Corrona had vacated.

Corrona lay on her back, sweat running down her face. The two maidens placed damp cloths on her forehead and face. The small cottage now smelled of sweat. I knelt down and took Corrona’s hand. Dominic held her other hand while telling her he loved her. Corrona’s swollen belly started to ripple. She screamed between pushes.

“Shhh, child, there is no need for that. Be quiet,” the queen said, irritated. I looked at her and she smirked back at me, making me drop my gaze. Did she know about Morrick and me? No. I would be dead by now.

Corrona continued to push as the maidens directed her through her pain, and then the room was filled with the cries of a baby boy. The maidens handed the baby to Corrona. “Oh, my precious baby.” She placed a kiss on his head and cradled him to her chest. The room buzzed with a newfound happiness.

Dominic was looking at his wife and child with pure love, tears sparkling in his eyes.

“Marta, isn’t he perfect?” Corrona asked me while counting his toes.

I laughed through tears. “Yes, he is.”

Corrona looked up at Dominic. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He kissed her and then his son.

The queen stood over Corrona. “May I?” She reached out her hands for the baby. Corrona and Dominic both looked up, startled. They had forgotten about the queen, as had I. Corrona hesitantly handed her baby to her. Tears ran silently down her face. The queen usually visited in the first month of a boy’s arrival, not straight away after the birth.

Dominic rose; Taurus stood in front of him. We all watched as the queen placed a beautiful pendant with a purple stone in the centre of it over the baby’s head. Its little eyes followed the movements. I looked at Corrona. She was holding her breath.

“It’s good news,” the queen announced. We all let out a sigh of relief. Taurus moved away from Dominic. “He has an air affinity.” The words slipped so calmly from her mouth. Corrona started screaming. She tried to get up to plead with the queen, but she was too weak to lift her own body.

Dominic’s face turned white. “Give me back my son.”

The queen looked at him with a scowl. “Taurus.” She turned to leave. Dominic pulled a small knife from his sleeve and ran at the queen. Corrona screamed when she realised what Dominic was going to do. Taurus swung the blunt end of his sword at the last minute, hitting Dominic in the side of his head. He fell to his knees, blood running down his face. I rushed to him.

Corrona was still screaming, her arms outstretched, pleading for her son.

The queen opened the cottage door to leave, but before she did, she turned to Dominic. “You are lucky I do not have you exiled for that.” She paused. “But I am a forgiving queen and since emotions are running high, I will let this pass.” Then her gaze fell on me, yet she was still talking to Dominic. “I will not be so lenient in the future.” And at that, she left the cottage with the maidens and Taurus.

Dominic pushed me away and crawled to his wife. He held her in his arms, whispering over and over again. “I am sorry. I am so sorry.” But Corrona was inconsolable. I sat on the floor and cried for them. I cried for my own faith. I knew I had to protect my baby. I had to leave.

 Now back in the room, I wipe tears away. The memory stillfeels so fresh.

Author Bio:
Aoife

USA today Bestselling author Aoife Marie Sheridan lives in Ireland, has two leprechauns and a hawthorn tree in her back garden, that she guards day and night against the mischief fairy folk.

When she’s off duty she loves to write, read and drink tons of coffee. Oh and she eat’s lots of chocolate, LOTS!

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Treasured by a Tiger Book Tour and Giveaway

 

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Treasured by a Tiger (Eternal Mates Romance Series Book 14)
Felicity Heaton
Despised by his tiger shifter pride as an abomination, Grey has ventured far from home, deep into the bowels of Hell in search of answers about the machinations of Archangel, the mortal hunter organisation who held his twin captive. With no knowledge of the realm, and little skill with the local languages, he quickly finds himself at a dead end—until he crosses paths with a beautiful hellcat female who rouses his darkest most dangerous instincts.

Lyra has been a fool, falling for the charms of a male whose only desire was to make a fast buck by selling her. Shackled and collared, her strength muted by magic, she awaits her time on the stage at a black-market auction, but before it can come, all hell breaks loose and she seizes a chance to escape—and runs straight into a majestic warrior who steals her breath away and tempts her like no other as he battles alone to free everyone.

When Lyra offers her services as a translator to repay Grey for saving her, will he be strong enough to resist the needs she awakens in him and spare himself the pain of her inevitable rejection when she discovers the truth about him? And when the powerful male in charge of the slave ring starts a bloody hunt for Lyra, can she escape another collar and find the courage to trust the tiger who is capturing her heart?

 

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Excerpt

Curiosity killed the cat.

It was always there, in the back of Grey’s mind.

Although this time, it was his twin’s curiosity that might get him killed.

Black lands stretched as far as the eye could see around him, the sky a dull gold that was growing brighter as he trekked closer to the realm that fiery glow emanated from. Not like he wanted to go anywhere near that damned place, but it seemed the trail he was following wanted to lead him straight towards it.

Grey looked over his shoulder at the distant blue glow that King Thorne of the Third Realm of demons had told him belonged to the elf kingdom. Fucking place sounded magical. Why couldn’t Talon’s itch have led Grey in that direction?

Lush green hills, towering grey mountains, glittering blue streams, and all the sunshine their portal could pour into their kingdom.

He would have given anything to be there, stretched out on the long grass, soaking up that sun and letting the cool breeze play over his bare skin.

Instead, he was trudging through a wasteland, his feet sore in his black leather boots, and the sweat pouring off him sticking his black t-shirt to his skin.

All for his brother’s sake.

He rolled his stiff shoulders, grimacing as a few vertebrae cracked.

Maybe not all for Talon.

The thought of being at the pride village now that his sister, Maya, was gone to be with her fated one, August, had driven him to leave, to find somewhere else to be.

Maybe somewhere he belonged.

He had ended up at Underworld, the nightclub Talon now called home because his fated mate worked there. Grey didn’t belong there though. A few quiet days had passed before that restless itch had pushed him to keep moving, and he still wasn’t sure where he was meant to be going.

He was lost.

He exhaled hard.

Not a sigh.

He might not be sure where he was meant to be going, but his feet were carrying him forwards anyway, and if he had to keep walking forever until he found that place they wanted to rest, he would.

Talon had given him a new direction at least.

Over dinner one night, Talon had mentioned seeing the door again in his dreams. Sherry had given her mate a concerned look, one Grey hadn’t missed. He had focused on his brother then, and felt that need flowing through him, that curiosity that wouldn’t let him go, not until he knew what was beyond that door.

It wouldn’t have been a problem, but the door in question was deep in the bowels of the headquarters of a mortal hunter organisation, a building where Talon had been held captive and tortured for months.

Grey was damned if he was going to let his brother go back into that hellish place.

So, when Sherry had mentioned looking through the files they had stolen from Archangel when breaking Talon’s friends out, Grey had leaped at the chance to help. He would do anything for his brother.

Including going to Hell in his place.

The moment he had found the door mentioned in one of the project files, and uncovered that it was connected to something in Hell, he had known what he needed to do.

Where he had to be.

Talon needed to know what was beyond that door, and Grey was going to find out for him.

His twin had fought him on that, which hadn’t been a surprise given Talon’s habit of trying to act like his big brother. The bastard was stubborn and pushy, had been like it since birth when he had muscled his way out first, arriving in the world a whole eight minutes ahead of Grey.

Eight minutes did not an older brother make.

Grey could be just as stubborn though, and eventually Talon had given in, Sherry convincing him to let Grey go to Hell in his place and follow up their lead.

He had left immediately.

He would find out what was beyond that door even if it killed him. He would do that for Talon, to put his mind at rest and free him from the clutches of his curiosity.

He sighed and looked back over his shoulder, in the direction of the Third Realm and the elf kingdom beyond it. Although, it still would have been nice if Thorne had told him to head that way instead of towards the Devil’s lands.

A cold sinking feeling had gone through him in the demon king’s library when the huge russet-haired male had jabbed a strong clawed finger against a mountain range and told him that was where he needed to start, because it was the place mentioned in one of the reports linked to the project.

Grey hadn’t failed to notice that east of that mountain range was labelled as the dragon realm, and beyond that was the Devil’s domain.

Thorne had been generous enough to offer him an escort.

It had felt like a kick in the balls at the time.

Even Sable, the demon’s little queen and ex-Archangel hunter, had flinched at the offer, and had dished him out an apologetic glance.

Grey had refused Thorne, because he had grown tired of being coddled by his brothers a long time ago, and wasn’t about to accept it from a male he barely knew.

Looking back, he probably should have taken the demon up on his kind offer. The big guy had been nice enough to teleport him into Hell, had put him up for a few days at his castle, and had sent him off with some provisions and a crudely drawn map of Hell.

Grey pulled the map out of the thigh pocket of his black combat trousers and stared at it.

At how close the village was to dragons and the Devil.

A few demonic travelling companions probably wouldn’t have been a bad thing.

It wasn’t as if he knew Hell. He had come here without a plan, without any idea about what to expect, and that was dangerous.

His family had raised him to be prepared.

It had all gone out the window when Maya had left, and that feeling had kicked in, that need to walk and not stop walking, to put as much distance as he could between him and his pride.

He pressed his hand flat against his chest, felt his heart thumping hard against his palm, and stared into the distance, not seeing the cragged mountains that speared the gold sky.

What was it that had made him leave?

He was mad at his older brother, the alpha of their pride, and needed some space and time to work through those feelings. Mostly because he wanted to throat-punch Byron whenever he saw him.

Was that the reason he had strayed this far from home?

He didn’t want to do something he would regret?

As much as he hated Byron right now, which the bastard deserved after everything that Maya had been through because of him, he still loved the son of a bitch. He was still Grey’s brother.

Grey started walking again, his hand drifting across his chest to adjust the straps of his backpack. He jammed his thumb through the right strap and let his hand dangle there, his mind whirling as he thought about home and the gnawing feeling in the depths of his heart. Something had made him leave. Something other than his anger towards Byron.

Had to be.

Gods, maybe he was just messed up.

More fucked up than he had thought possible.

Or maybe there was nothing keeping him at the pride now.

It was strange having his freedom after spending two centuries at the pride, devoted to the care and protection of his little sister. He couldn’t remember a time when he had been free to come and go as he pleased. It had been erased from his memories, replaced by the decades that had come after Byron had become alpha, a time when Grey had been locked away from the world because Byron had deemed it too dangerous for Maya to be allowed to go outside the pride village, and had charged him with being at her side always.

Meaning the bastard had shut them both in a cage.

Fuck, it was weird.

Was that why he felt lost?

Because he was free at last?

He still hadn’t processed that, wasn’t sure he would for a long time yet. He had never really felt like a captive, because his family had been there, everyone he cared about at the village with him, but now that he was free to come and go as he pleased, he felt as if he had been a captive his entire life.

The world beyond the one he had known was huge, endless, filled with incredible things and possibilities, and he had hurled himself headlong into that world.

It was a little overwhelming.

His senses sparked, warning of life nearby, and he tensed and stilled, stretching his focus outwards to encompass the area. He slowed his breathing, becoming silent in the shadowy world, and his vision brightened as he studied the dimly-lit lands surrounding him, making it easier for him to pick out the rocks that could easily hide enemies, giving them ample chance to sneak up on him.

He should have taken Thorne up on his offer.

But the thought of having a demon escort had felt like another cage.

He wanted to be free.

He curled his lip and dragged air over his teeth, trying to scent the owner of that heartbeat.

Another joined it as he risked a step closer, and then a third and a fourth.

He peered ahead of him, into the darkness.

Something was there.

He risked another two steps.

The shadowy shapes came into focus.

Huts.

The village Thorne had said was the one Archangel had named in their report.

He must have walked further than he had realised while lost in his thoughts.

Grey cautiously moved forwards, lowering his hands to his sides as he approached the village. The loose black gravel crunched under his heavy boots, loud in the thick still air, grating at him. His muscles twitched beneath his skin and an urge to shift settled over him as he closed in on the buildings and the people coming and going between them.

It had been more than a day since he had last seen people, a day of trekking across a black wasteland with only an occasional distant screech or roar punctuating the silence. Those sounds had raked at his nerves, leaving them raw and stealing sleep from him. He hadn’t rested in more than twenty-four hours.

It was little wonder he felt on edge now.

Ready for a fight.

He felt vulnerable, easy prey if anyone chose to fight him, his body and mind badly in need of rest.

For all he knew, those sounds that had kept him marching forwards rather than taking a break could have been made by people. Hell was full of things he had never seen before, creatures straight out of myths and legends, or horror movies.

He could be walking right into a nest of the howling, shrieking beasts, lured into a false sense of security by their human appearances.

The urge to shift into his stronger form to protect himself grew stronger, and he slowly pulled down another calming breath. He was letting his imagination run away with him, and that was dangerous.

He needed answers, and kicking up a fuss in his tiger form just because he feared the things that had gone bump in the night in the wasteland wasn’t going to get him any, especially if the people in the village found out he thought they were the ones making those unholy noises.

He doubted they were.

It was just his imagination tricking his weary mind into believing something ridiculous—something liable to get him killed.

He needed to rest and regain some strength, and then his imagination wouldn’t hold such sway over him.

He didn’t need to shift.

He kept it tamped down, breathing through it and tightening his hold on his control, refusing to let his tiger instincts rule him. He was only here to speak with the people and find out what they knew about the project, and what Archangel had wanted when they had come through this way.

He wasn’t here to fight.

The urge to shift didn’t abate as he entered the village perimeter, marked by a rough stone wall that circled the few black huts and makeshift tents made of some sort of animal hide. If anything, it grew stronger in time with the scents of the people coming and going through the settlement.

Some of them were powerful.

Some smelled of the tinny scent of magic.

A dark-haired male dressed in long black robes off to his right stopped hammering a peg for his tent into the inky dirt and looked up at Grey.

A witch. Or did they prefer warlock? Wizard?

What the hell did they like being called? He could hardly go and speak to the male if he wasn’t sure. The last thing he needed to do was insult someone who could flay him with nothing more than a few muttered words.

Grey shuddered as he looked at the male’s hands.

And realised the tent peg he had been hammering into the black ground wasn’t the sort bought in a store in the mortal world.

It was a broken bone.

Definitely not talking to him.

It had nothing to do with the male’s creepy, dangerous, air and everything to do with the fact he was obviously a traveller.

Grey needed to speak with a resident if he was going to find out what Archangel had been doing here.

He scoured the small village, trying to spot a local. A few people stopped to stare on their way past. Nothing new there. Grey was used to people staring at him.

He ignored them and continued his search. On the opposite side of the village, two males and a female exited the largest of the thatched huts, laughing with each other, a glow to their cheeks. He breathed deep to catch their scent. Smiled. Alcohol.

Was the hut a sort of tavern?

He crossed the village to it, pretending not to notice the way more people stared at him, their eyes tracking his progress. He didn’t care. He really didn’t.

He bared his fangs at one male, a reaction he hadn’t been able to hold back. The male bared fangs right back at him, his pupils turning elliptical in the centre of his red irises.

A vampire.

Grey supposed Hell was probably fabulous in their eyes. No sunshine to make them go crispy. Just endless night.

He flashed fangs at the male again, and stood a little taller as the male turned away and walked in the opposite direction to him. Easy win. Which was strange. Normally vampires liked to fight to claim top spot, to prove themselves the most powerful things with fangs out there. Which was utter bullshit.

Dragons had to be the most powerful things with fangs.

Maybe demons cut a close second, possibly a joint placing with the elves. Grey had heard all manner of things about elves, some of which made them sound dangerous and not as magical and wonderful as he had believed as a kid.

Hellcats slotted in below them.

Vampires barely ranked above the other feline shifters.

Still, it was odd of the male to leave without a fight.

Grey slowed his steps and watched the male walking away. He didn’t stop at the perimeter of the village. He kept walking, heading into the darkness, going south-east.

High, bubbling laughter broke the silence.

He shook off his curiosity about the male and returned his focus to his mission, shifting his gaze back to the hut that was possibly a tavern.

Another female toppled out of it, a male following close behind her.

“Excuse me.” Grey raised his hand to snag their attention.

Both of them stared blankly at him.

They looked at each other.

Spoke.

In a language he didn’t know.

The female was rather animated as she prattled on, tossing her blonde hair over her bare shoulders, revealing a small top that was more strapless bra than corset. Matching black leather hugged her long legs. She was pretty too, a bright glow around her pupils that might have fooled him into believing her a shifter like him.

Only she smelled of sex and sin.

A succubus.

Her partner stood behind her, giving Grey a death glare turned up to the max.

Succubus sidled towards Grey, a wicked sway to her curvy hips and a smile tugging at her cherry red lips.

Crimson bled into the male’s eyes, his pupils stretching thin in their centres.

Another vampire.

And this one looked as if he might fight to prove who was stronger.

 

 

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Books in the Series

Book 1: Kissed by a Dark Prince (FREE AT SELECTED RETAILERS)
Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger

 

About Felicity

Felicity HeatonFelicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

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Dragon Chosen Review

A wonderful story of magic and prophecy that captured my attention from the beginning. I love dragons so reading about dragon riders… I mean who wouldn’t want to be one!
I loved how the story flowed. It was paced well with suspense, action and romance. I enjoyed how everything was woven together.
The characters were easy to connect with and root for.
I can’t wait to read more and discover what happens next!