Sunday, October 18, 2015

Sunday's Safe Word Shelf: Innocence to the Max by SJD Peterson

On his sixteenth birthday, Francisco “Cisco” Aguilar first sets eyes on Maximilian De Ferrari, owner of Wicked Grounds, an exclusive BDSM club. Cisco has been lost, unsure of what is missing in his life. Over a century old, Max leads a vampire clan, and Cisco is drawn to him in a way he can’t explain. The moment he sees Max he knows his quest isn’t about what he’s been missing, but who.

Five years’ wait seems more than Cisco can bear, but he perseveres and on his twenty-first birthday he walks into Wicked Ground. He’s unafraid to meet the vampire he’s sure is his destiny. Max has been waiting for him, too.

What Max has known all these years, and what Cisco soon discovers, is that more than fate is drawing them together. Iunctiō Cōpula is a powerful binding link capable of restoring cold, dead hearts. With Max and Cisco bound, Cisco will be Max’s greatest weakness. Unable to let Max go, Cisco is thrust into a dark world, where he’s nearly powerless, left to fight for his life and his future with Max. Worse, he’s at the mercy of those who will use him—and hurt him—just to get to the powerful vampire king.

FRANCISCO AGUILAR, known as Cisco to his friends and family, sat in the passenger seat of his best friend’s car, staring out at the city of Mecosta as it passed by in a blur of color. It shouldn’t have surprised him that he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to go or how he wanted to celebrate his sixteenth birthday. Cisco had been waiting for something to happen for as long as he could remember. He had no clue what he was waiting for, but whatever it was, it would change his world, that much he was sure of.

Growing up in the burbs just outside the city limits of Mecosta, the first ten years of his life had been the picture-perfect all-American childhood. He was an only child, raised by loving and doting parents. T-ball games at five, Cub Scouts, schoolwork, he and Benny finding the same trouble that many young kids found, but even then there was always something missing. He’d felt it before his dad died when he was eleven, and he’d felt it afterward when he spent more time with his nanny than he did with his mom. The feeling had been there long before any of it. Cisco couldn’t explain it; he only knew that deep inside, at his very core, he was waiting.

“Any idea where you want to go?” Benny asked as he turned down the radio.

They’d been driving around for the last hour and nothing had sparked even the slightest interest in Cisco. “I don’t know. Why don’t we head down to the strip and see if anything is going on?”

“Dude, nothing good ever goes down on the strip but trouble. I’m pretty sure that spending the night in jail or, worse, the hospital on your birthday isn’t what you had in mind.”

Cisco rolled his eyes at his best friend. Benny was the same age, but he always acted as if he was Cisco’s protector or something, probably due in part to their different personalities. Benny was outgoing and loud while Cisco tended to be a little more reserved, quiet. The other part, he was sure, stemmed from the fact that at sixteen, Benny was already pushing six foot and his frame was large and thick with muscles—good genes, as Benny’s dad was well over six foot, as were two of his uncles—while Cisco was celebrating reaching five foot four and a whopping one hundred and ten pounds.

You’re a fricking runt! Yeah, well, the birthday wish of a couple inches and twenty pounds had obviously been ignored right along with the wish for a Camaro convertible concept wrapped in Hugger Orange pearl tri-coat paint with twin gunmetal-gray sport stripes.

“C’mon, Benny, we’re not going to get into any trouble,” he promised. “I just like watching the people down there. We won’t even get out of the car.”

“Yeah, okay, just lock your door.”

Cisco rolled his eyes at his friend again, but he complied with the demand and hit the lock. “Happy?”

“Not really,” Benny huffed. But he turned the music back up, The Fray blasting through the speakers as he turned the car toward the downtown area.

They’d just pulled up at a light on the corner of Martin Luther King Boulevard and Ninth Street and were trying to decide which direction to go, when Cisco turned to stare out the window and the strangest feeling overcame him. His heart started to hammer, sweat bloomed across his brow, and he began to shake uncontrollably. Then Cisco spotted him. Leaning against a doorframe, partially hidden in the shadows, was a tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed in tight black leather pants, thigh-high black boots, and a white, elegantly ruffled nobleman’s shirt. His face was lost in the shadows, but Cisco could feel the man staring at him, looking inside him. A chill ran down his spine and his skin tingled as he felt the man’s gaze like a soft touch against his skin.

What the hell is wrong with me? He shook his head to try to dispel the odd feeling, but it only intensified as the seconds clicked by.

Cisco’s breath hitched, the rush of blood in his ears blocking out all sound, and his focus narrowed till everything but the stranger faded away. Although Cisco knew he wasn’t sleeping, it still seemed dreamlike, some unknown force holding him rapt. Mine, a voice whispered inside his head like smoke swirling, touching every part of him, the meaning elusive, difficult to understand, and evading capture.

Before he had the chance to leave the car, still reaching for the door handle with a trembling hand, the light turned green and Benny stomped on the gas.

“No!” Cisco screamed, wrenching his head around, trying to keep contact with the mysterious man. “Turn around, Benny! We gotta go back.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Benny kept driving, and Cisco lost eye contact. No, no, no! “That was him! Turn around.”

Cisco grabbed at the door handle and yanked at it, but the door wouldn’t open. Panic made his fingers clumsy as he fumbled with the lock, but before he could get it undone, Benny grabbed on to his arm and yanked him away from the door.

“What the hell has gotten into you? Jesus, Cisco, give me a minute and I’ll turn around. Who did you see?”

He met Benny’s concerned gaze as panic continued to bubble just under the surface of his skin, causing goose bumps to bloom along his flesh and his hands to shake. Cisco shuddered. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just know it was him.”

By the time Benny could make it through heavy traffic and back to the corner where Cisco had spotted him, the stranger was gone. Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over at the loss. Sixteen years he’d been waiting. As crazy as it sounded, he now understood what he’d been waiting for, but as a red light changed to green, he’d lost it before he even knew what it was that he had found.

BACK INSIDE his club, Maximilian De Ferrari leaned heavily against the closed door and shut his eyes. Behind closed lids, he could still see the dark, wistful eyes of the beautiful boy. Max placed a trembling hand over his now still heart. He could have sworn he’d felt a faint beat in his chest as he watched the boy. His heart hadn’t beat since he’d been turned nearly a hundred years prior, and yet he could have sworn he’d felt it. As absurd as it was, the memory of it still lingered, leaving him dizzy.

Years before, he’d heard rumors about such a thing happening. Max had searched every text he could get his hands on, trying to find anything, a single reference to what was known as Iunctiō Cōpula, but in the end, he’d found nothing and concluded the rumors were false. A connecting bond between a vampire and his mate powerful enough to cause a dead heart to beat was ludicrous.

And yet….

As his mind had screamed mine, as he got lost in such an innocent soul, Max could have sworn he’d experienced something he had given up hope of ever feeling again.

“Angelo,” Max bellowed as he pushed away from the door. He’d felt something, dammit, and he wouldn’t rest until he knew who the beautiful boy was and what he had sparked deep inside a cold, dead heart.

Chapter One
Five years later.

MAXIMILIAN DE FERRARI, vampire and owner of Wicked Ground, is my destiny. Cisco had been certain since that brief encounter all those nights ago, and tonight he was finally ready to go after what he wanted. He had tried in vain to get another glimpse of Maximilian. Though he hadn’t had any success, he had the uncanny feeling that Maximilian was watching him. Periodically through the years, the hair at the nape of his neck would stand on end and an eerie feeling would wash over him. He’d felt eyes upon him numerous times. When he would turn around, however, there was never anyone there. But the feeling lingered as a tingling sensation on his flesh. The feeling had begun the same night he’d spotted Maximilian and he’d held on to the hope that it was indeed his stranger. That thought was what had gotten him through each day, that and his dreams of what meeting his Master would be like. Cisco wouldn’t wait any longer, though. Tonight was his twenty-first birthday; Maximilian—Max—could no longer keep him out. Tonight, he would finally be able to step through the doors of Wicked Ground and enter Maximilian De Ferrari’s world.

“Do you really think this is a good idea, Cisco?”

Cisco paused in his struggle with a pair of leather pants, which were possibly a tad more than a size too small, and looked up at Benny, who was sitting on his bed, biting nervously at his lip. How could he explain to his best friend that this was the only thing in his life he was completely sure of? Benny knew everything about him—they’d been best friends since first meeting on the playground while in kindergarten—but Benny didn’t understand Cisco’s obsession with Max. A day hadn’t gone by that he didn’t think about the captivating man, looking at him with eyes that seemed to pierce through the gloom of that foggy November night. Though there was an instant attraction to the mysterious man, there was something beyond just the physical. In just one look, Cisco knew he belonged to Max. That conviction had never wavered, only grown stronger over the years.

“C’mon, we’ve already talked about this a hundred times. I’m going.”

“But… for Christ’s sake, he’s a vampire. Doesn’t that scare you? It sure as hell scares the crap out of me! What if he drains you? What the fuck am I supposed to tell your mom?” Benny’s voice rose with each word and his growing panic made his voice crack.

It was an idle threat and Benny knew it. He wouldn’t be able to find Cisco’s mom to tell her shit. After his dad died, Mom used the small fortune she inherited to constantly jet-set off to unknown ports with the new husband, her third, he believed, or maybe fourth, he couldn’t keep up. She hadn’t even bothered to send him a card for his birthday, but he did get a beautiful flower arrangement from his nanny.

Shrugging, then sighing in relief as the button on the leathers finally cooperated, he gave his friend a disbelieving look. “He’s not going to drain me. You watch too many bad B movies. Vampires have publicly coexisted alongside humans for over twenty years. Did you know that statistically, humans commit murder more often than vampires? You have a better chance of being killed at that nasty go-go club you visit than I do walking into Wicked Ground.”

Actually he had no clue as to the soundness of the statistics, but Benny got a little wigged-out about bloodsucking freaks so Cisco wasn’t about to say anything that would send him off on another rant. Benny had never even met a vampire as far as Cisco knew, and as much as he loved the guy, Benny really was an idiot sometimes. If it was on the Internet, Benny believed it was real.

Ah shit. Judging from the look in his eyes, his protective friend was already geared up for a hell of an outburst.

“Well, I’m sure I have a better chance of defending myself against a guy who wants to play with my assets than you will from some supernaturally strong vampire that can control your mind,” Benny argued.

“Listen,” Cisco said, grabbing the harness that he’d ordered earlier in the week from its box. “You know the whole mind-control thing is crap, right?”

“Do I?” Benny responded, arching a brow. “You’ve been obsessed with this guy since the first time you saw him—how do you explain that? I mean, really, Cisco, who the hell waits five years for a guy to notice him? If it’s not mind control, then the only other alternative is that you’re seriously whacked and in need of a padded cell.”

Studying the harness, Cisco ran it through his fingers, enjoying the feel of the soft leather. Unfastening the buckles and turning it over and over in his hands, he couldn’t even begin to figure out how the hell it went on. Ignoring Benny’s rant, he held out the harness. “Do you have any idea how this goes on?”

Benny threw his hands up, obviously a little more than frustrated if the heavy sigh coming out of him was any indication, but he still got up from the bed and took the harness.

He stared at it for a moment before declaring, “This is for a horse! Now, I know you think you’re a stallion but….”

Snatching the harness back from him, Cisco gripped it hard in his fist, his face heating as anger surged through him. This wasn’t a joke. “Go home, Benny. I’ll figure it out myself,” he said, turning away from his friend.

“Ah, c’mon,” Benny said softly as he moved up behind Cisco and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry, Cisco. I know this is important to you, but I’m worried. Are you sure I can’t go with you?”

He shook his head. He knew Benny was worried about him and was only trying to protect him, but he also knew that he had to do this on his own. Besides, even though they were both gay, they were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to acting on their sexuality. His best friend seemed to be on a mission to bed every hot guy in Mecosta and the four surrounding cities, whereas Cisco was saving himself for Max. Benny was also a cocky son of a bitch, a total top, whose idea of a kink was what his back felt when he slept on the pull-out couch in Cisco’s basement. Completely vanilla. Cisco wanted to submit to his Master. Wanted to be bound and at the mercy of his will, to feel the kiss of his leather against his skin, and to know that he was what his Master needed for his pleasure.

The image of himself chained to a wall, naked, hard, and aching as his Master entered him for the first time flashed through his mind. Picturing the way his body would feel, stretched and full, caused him to shiver and his cock to harden. The sound of his own voice, screaming his pleasure to the rafters, whimpering, and pleading, filled his ears, making him dizzy with anticipation and need. God, he wanted to be owned and loved by his Master.

Cisco took a few deep calming breaths and pushed away the images igniting him, then turned in Benny’s arms and hugged him back. “I know you’d go with me if I asked, but I need to do this on my own. Besides,” he said lightly to alleviate some of Benny’s fears. “I’m not going to do anything but check it out. I’ll call you the minute I leave, okay?”

Benny kissed Cisco’s forehead, then took a step back. From the frown and furrowed brows, it was obvious he didn’t approve, but he was letting Cisco make his own choices. “No, you have two hours from the time you enter that club to call me, or I’m coming in after you, got it?”

“Okay, Dad,” Cisco teased. “Two hours, got it. Now will you either help me with this damn thing or get out of here so I can get ready?”

Benny took the harness, grabbed his hand, and led Cisco to stand in front of the full-length mirror. As Benny fiddled with the strips of leather and helped secure them over his shoulder and chest, Cisco studied his reflection in the mirror. He didn’t look any different than he had yesterday. Same dark brows and buzz-cut black hair. Same dark brown, nearly black eyes, though they did appear to be a little wider, wilder, no doubt due to the excitement and anticipation that was rushing through his body. At five feet eight inches and yet to hit one hundred and fifty pounds, the tight leather pants only accentuated his small frame. No, he didn’t look any different, but on the inside he was completely altered. The strength of his conviction that he would belong to Maximilian De Ferrari had changed him, completed him. After five years of waiting, his soul was ready to meet its owner.

The drive to the club was much the same: Cisco trying to convince Benny he would be fine and Benny, in turn, begging Cisco to let him come along. Stepping out of his friend’s car and shutting the door, Cisco sighed in relief when Benny drove away, albeit with a frown marring his brow, but at least he had left with nothing more than a tight nod and a small wave.

Cisco stood and stared at the nondescript building, not having a clue as to what lay beyond.

Author Bio:
It's been an amazing journey since DSP first contracted Lorcan's Desire in January 2011. I've published 2 free reads with the M/M Romance group, my back list is growing, met some great people and have made some amazing friends.

I'm still in shock that I'm listed among the many talented authors at Dreamspinner Press! The little voice in the back of my head is screaming, "You are so out of your league."

Shhhhh I won't tell them if you don't :)

You can call me Jo, everyone does :)



Paranormal Affairs Box Set by Jami Brumfield

Title: Paranormal Affairs Box Set
Author: Jami Brumfield
Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Ghost, Shifter, Science Fiction, and Fantasy
Release Date: September 23, 2015
11 amazing titles from highly rated and Bestselling author Jami Brumfield. Paranormal Affairs bundle I is her "first in series" collection. It's made up of full length and novellas from 11 of her hottest paranormal series in the subgenres of Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Ghost, Shifter, Science Fiction, and Fantasy. Each story has kick butt heroines, sexy heroes, danger, suspense, intrigue and many even have visits from the ancients mythological gods and goddesses.

Books Included:
The Witch's Vampire (Mystery Springs) 
Sophie Waters’ life was turned upside down when her mother passed away from cancer but the news her father and aunt delivered to her after the passing was far more devastating and unbelievable. ‘You’re a witch doctor, a healer, and you’re needed here to help protect the supernatural inhabitants of Mystery Springs.’ 

‘Like hell,’ was her response but the moment the witches unlocked her powers there was no way she could deny the truth. And the moment she met her vampire prince there was no way she could leave Mystery Springs even if she wanted to. 

From the moment the powerful and terrifying Giovanni Mancuso spotted the spunky girl in ripped jeans, green cotton hoodie with her jet black hair in a ponytail and her green eyes covered by black cat glasses he was lost. She was not like the other girls that frequented his nightclub. She was different on so many levels. The moment his eyes connected with hers his soul knew she was important. 

She was his soul mate, his first love, a love lost centuries ago. Only she was different; stronger, powerful. Sophie and Giovanni explore their feelings while they attempt to uncover the secret behind acts of war on the supernatural people of Mystery Springs. Together they will face off against dream assassins, death, ghosts, gods, and their own families to save the small Colorado town and find a path back into the safety of each other’s arms. 

Past lives collide in this paranormal romance with mythological consequences. 

To Love a Dragon (Shifter Love Tales) 
Homicide Detective Charity Holiday comes across some interesting characters when she works on a murder case of a stripper. One of those characters happens to be her mate. Working together with her dragon mate and his shifter community they uncover a conspiracy of mythological proportions. 

Malick Pendragon isn’t thrilled when his mate, who happens to be a witch, walks into his life. The timing is completely wrong. He lets her walk out of the roadhouse deciding to pursue her at a later date. What he doesn’t expect is her life to be threatened or that he’d have to save her or risk dying himself. 

The Dragon's Succubus (Demon Fairy Tales) 
Being a princess is a pretty amazing job, that is, unless you’re a princess of the Underworld. Alleyah “Lee” Jenkins is the daughter of Hades and a human woman, Joanna. Her birth left her an orphan in the human realm. When she hit adolescence, she came into her succubus powers and learned the truth of her birthright. She was destined to marry a demon prince and together they would rule the thirteenth level of the underworld. She had different plans. 

For the next twelve years she hunted and dispatched demons to the underworld, honoring the memory of her human mother and clearly stating her opposition to taking her throne in the underworld. When she meets a bounty hunter named Connor MacGregor, her world is turned upside down. He is tasked with the duty of bringing her to justice for a crime she didn’t commit. His family honor, and the lives of his siblings, depend on him accomplishing his goal. He didn’t, however, expect to discover she was his mate! 

Rayne's Thunder (Part One) Master Chef (Dating a Werewolf) 
Dating a werewolf can get a little hairy, literally and metaphorically. Rayne Manchester's suitors learn this pretty quickly. Rayne and her siblings, Rhyme and River, have been through a lot lately, and the loss of their father was only more fuel for the firestorm that is their lives. 

Grief offers a subtle salve to the drama that eats up their existence and leaves them spinning like a tornado, but when their uncle reads their father's last will and testament they discover things are only going to get worse. The will divides the massive estate equally, but there is one catch; all three must be mated and married one year from their father's death. If even one of them fails in this mandate, none of them will inherit! Estranged, the siblings will now be forced to help each other. 

Rayne's Thunder is Rayne Manchester's journey toward finding a mate and walking down the aisle. Upcoming, Rhyme's Reason and River's Fire are River and Rhyme's stories to happily ever after. 

In Rayne's Thunder, Part One: Master Chef of the Dating a Werewolf Series, Rayne meets her first suitor, Brick. Their date goes well until payback is delivered for the disrespect the two made to the new alpha. Immerse yourself in this series, the characters, and their world. They're waiting for you to join them on their adventure. 

Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga) 
Vampires, witches, and werewolves, oh my! 

Revenge has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters' main goal for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people who murdered her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the middle of Phoenix, Arizona she knew she found a way to make her dream come true. 

Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on a temporary hold. The two incredibly sexy guys vying for her attention only complicates matters more. She doesn't have time for romance but the heart wants what the heart wants and the wolf gets what the wolf wants. 

While Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price. 

Father Made Me Do It (Demon Ascension) 
Charm Livingston's life is hell, literally. As a vengeance demon, she resides in the underworld until a furious soul calls upon her to exact revenge in exchange for ten years in hell. Being a demon is bad enough, but as the daughter of the devil himself she has very little wiggle room for escape. And escaping is all she's ever dreamed of, leaving the bowels of hell and becoming human is the one dream she knows she cannot have... or can she? 

When a man is murdered by one of her fellow demons, the now grieving fiancé calls upon Charm for help. Charm's psychometric power helps her replay the events leading up to the man's death. In the midst of arranging justice for her client she meets the angel that was the killer’s target. He's injured and she saves his life, despite the repercussions her actions could have on her own soul. Daddy dearest wants the angel dead, and she derails the devil's plans. 

In return, the angel agrees to help Charm with her greatest wish, except that ascension isn't going to be easy. She'll need to pass through the thirteen levels of the underworld by passing thirteen tests in order to overcome the realm of purgatory and reach the Hall of Akashic Records where her soul can be reborn. 

In Father Made Me Do It, she faces her first test and begins her journey from the underworld to mortal life while she continues to carry out her duty as the justice demon. The fine line she treads is fraught with danger, and her naivety in human ways will take readers on an emotional roller coaster of tears and laughter. 

The Beginning (PBI Case Files)
Francesca and Sarah Hollister are going to learn very quickly that the monsters that go bump in the night are very real, and very…sexy? After a night of drunken mishaps the very human sisters find themselves in a tough situation that will change their lives forever. 

What they don’t know is they have been groomed for this life since the day they were born. Each possess amazing skill sets that will give them the ability to adapt and survive the new supernatural world they’ve fallen into. 

As the newest recruits of the PBI (Paranormal Bureau of Investigation), they learn quickly there is no learning curve, and their lives will be forever put in danger as they work side by side with their new supernatural colleagues. They have each other, and Sarah is learning she has also caught the eye of a brooding, possessive vampire who happens to be on his own road to redemption. 

This is the pilot episode of PBI Case Files, a new paranormal mystery novella series that is sure to keep you wondering… what if? 

Lost (Ghost Connection) 
Ghost Connection is a series centered around Cassandra O’Grady and her unwanted ability to see spirits. In episode one, Cassie and her ghostly best friend, Abel, help a girl save her family from a jealous boyfriend. In the process her own family is destroyed. 

To make matters worse, her well-built stable world is turned upside down when secrets are revealed that affect her and Abe. Tragedy will strike again, and a savvy sexy detective notices an uncomfortable pattern with Cassandra O’Grady… people keep dying around her. 

Death Interrupted (Vanished Series) 
"Breaking News! Avalon Flight 370 has vanished. Authorities continue to search for the plane but the hopes for finding survivors are dwindling." 

Ripped from the past on the brink death. Thrust into a future where freedom is taken away under the guise of protection. Secured away by the creatures that once hunted and tormented the human race. On the surface it looks like a world of peace but underneath the facade lies a war brought on by many secrets. 

Will Blake and Melissa find love after being forced to live together, drugged into submission with the sole purpose of saving the human race? Expectations are high, emotional connections to the past are broken, and their lives will never be the same again. 

Genie's Treasure (Magical Secrets Series) 
Joshua and Josie Parker are antique hunters with a penchant for enchanted items. Josie’s discovery of a secret map in a genie lamp sets the siblings on a magical adventure to Galveston Island. An adventure that leaves each of them in precarious situations, one of them facing death and the other a broken heart. 

When Joshua triggers the genie, his life is turned upside down. Instinct has him wanting to save the girl but will his determination cost his sister her life? Join the siblings on an adventure that will leave you wondering, what if? 

Cherished Gift (Paranormal Hypnotherapy Files) 
As a hypnotherapist, Clara Jameson has seen a myriad of fascinating cases from past lives, inter lives, spiritual awakenings, spirit attachments and miraculous healing. But nothing has prepared her for Jenna's case. 

Jenna's violent past life death is haunting her and Clara and her soul mate, Michael - who is no longer human, will have to help her overcome the obstacle that is keeping her from living a normal life. The demon that has kept these two apart over the centuries is not ready to give them peace and it will take everything the very human, Clara has to defeat the beast. 

Clara's work on this case catches the eye of the supernatural authorities. If things weren't hairy enough, her life is going to get very complicated. 

Author Bio:
Jami Brumfield has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is. She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites. It was only a natural progression that her love of writing and her passion for the unknown would combine. Her books are a product of that union. She lives in Arizona with her amazing husband and two fur-babies, Maximus and Zeus. 


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Secrets from a Dangerous Time by Hunter S Jones

Title: Secrets from a Dangerous Time
Author: Hunter S Jones
Genre: Historical Time Travel Steamy Romance 
Release Date: September 13, 2015
Editor: BZ Hercules
Chaos reigns in a lawless time filled with revenge and betrayals. Following the American Civil War, the Southern States are reeling under the revenge taken on them by the victors.

Casey King must change her name, fake a marriage and forget modern comforts to survive within the world she now finds herself - 1873 post-Civil War Reconstruction Era Chattanooga, Tennessee... a world full of violence and mystery.

The charismatic Dr. Garrett Cleighton, a mixed heritage Cherokee, decides to give her a part in his traveling medicine show. Casey takes a chance in order to hide her secrets. Dr. Cleighton could betray her or he might keep his promises. Can his band of musicians, entertainers and misfits keep Casey safe through the turmoil? Will she survive?

With that, he removed another blanket from the back of the saddlebag. “Here, place that over you.” He picked up the saddle and sat it down on the east side, which did help block the breeze that was starting to blow colder. He stretched those long legs out on the ground and put his arm over the saddle, propping himself up to look up at me. His long, blond hair seemed to glow in the light. The nearness of him made my skin tingle and my pulse race. 

After a pause in which the night sounds combined into a symphony, Garrett took a long drag from his cigarette. He looked at me, eyes raised and moving from my chest to my face. Even with the blanket over me, it felt as if he could imagine me naked. As he looked at me, he whispered, “What I want to know, as a man, is why you aren’t wearing a corset and why your breasts are in some kind of harness.” He exhaled the smoke slowly and continued, “But, as a gentleman, I’d best not be asking about such things. Why don’t you explain to me what you do in Atlanta all day?” 

The wind whipped around my face and I knew he could hear my heart pounding in the stillness of the night. What a sexy thing to say. Is he attracted to me too? I felt the sky going dark before I was able to respond to his question. 

The sensation of Garrett taking my face in his hands brought me to the surface. “Girl, I can’t let you lose consciousness yet due to the injury to your head. Stay with me now. We are going to keep you awake by talking. Don’t you be passing out on me or going to sleep.” He revived me by patting my face with his hands and massaging my throat with his long fingers. He removed one hand and inhaled from the cigarette, blowing the smoke directly at my nose and mouth. 

“Why did you do that? That tobacco smells terrible,” I said.

“It works every time. I knew that it would revive you.” He laughed. “Now go on. Tell me about yourself, seeing how we are stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with not much else to do.”

Author Bio:
Deb Hunter writes fiction as Hunter S. Jones. She is a member of the prestigious Society of Authors founded by Lord Tennyson, Rivendell Writers Colony, Historical Writers’ Association, Historical Novel Society and the Atlanta Writer’s Club. Her Tudor History blog, Fear and Loathing in Tudor England, is a reader’s favorite. Originally from a Chattanooga, Tennessee, she currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her Scottish born husband. Her best seller, PHOENIX RISING, a fictional story of the last hour of Anne Boleyn is available on and at a bookstore near you.

SECRETS from a DANGEROUS TIME is a multi-dimensional series set in post-Civil War Reconstruction in Chattanooga, Tennessee and the north Georgia. This series is an Amazon Exclusive available via MadeGlobal Publishing.

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Harm's Way by Bobbi Cole Meyer

Title: Harm's Way
Author: Bobbi Cole Meyer
Series: Men of Passion #2
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: October 12, 2015
Publisher: Arrow Publications
McKay McLemore is the best there is at her job—finding people who don’t want to be found. But when the super-sexy, Harley Davidson rider, Harm Pranston, pays top dollar for her to locate a woman and her teenaged son she becomes suspicious. What are his motives? Is he stalking the woman who is running scared? Yet despite her trepidation, and against her will, McKay aches to feel Harm’s tough-as-nails body against hers.

Harm has his reservations about hiring the sharp-tongued McLemore to locate a woman he hasn’t seen in 16 years. First off, the red-headed investigator treats him like a suspected criminal, and secondly he has to fight his urge to lose himself in her. Just recovering from a gut-wrenching break up, the last thing Harm needs is a dragon-tattooed Amazon who makes him want to drag her off to a cave somewhere…

     After shaving and showering Harm headed downstairs. He’d been assured the P.I. he’d hired, Mac McLemore, was a stickler for being on time, so Harm was seated at the lounge bar and waiting for him by seven-thirty.
     Thirty minutes later he glanced at his Rolex.
     Two minutes ‘til eight. Let’s see how accurate your dad was in describing you, Mac.
     When he looked impatiently back to the lounge entrance, Harm was just one of the many men who watched in mute fascination as the woman with mile-long legs glided through the door. She exuded such a commanding presence she ‘owned’ the lounge the minute she entered. She stood framed in the doorway, raking the room with a smoldering look.
     Because all eyes of the men were riveted upon her, their women stared, too. While the men ogled appreciatively, the women frowned jealously.
     Harm was among those unable to tear his gaze away. Silently critiquing her, he found it intriguing that this stunning mystery woman seemed completely oblivious to the attention she was generating as she stood relaxed with her hands on her hips.
     Harm watched her almond-shaped, forest green eyes sweep back and forth throughout the lounge.      She was evidently searching for someone in particular. Harm had to squash the ridiculous urge to jump up and shout, “Me, gorgeous. Here I am!”
     She reminded him of the star on an old TV Wonder Woman rerun he had recently seen; the kind of take-charge, take-no-prisoners kind of woman any man would aspire to claim as his own, with a touch of a jungle queen thrown in. Those cat eyes of hers were almost feral in their avid search of the room.
     The emerald green tank top she wore, which matched her eyes, didn’t quite meet her skin-tight, hip-hugger jeans, leaving exposed a sliver of tanned skin, where the head of an intriguing dragon tattoo teased the onlookers.
     Whoever did that tat did one hell of a job, he thought as she stepped farther into the room and floated through the crowd—and that was how it seemed to him—that she floated.
     It was the first time a woman had peaked his interest this much since Kayla Saradon, who had awakened depths of desire in Harm he’d never known were possible.
     Thoughts of those torrid nights of intense lovemaking with Kayla, as one of her “husbands” in their happy polyandry-style family, and their many forays into sensual explorations came vividly back to Harm at that moment. Along with that flash of memory came the cutting edge of devastating pain he’d lived through when he lost it all.
     He told himself since the split with Kayla, and the loss of his best friends and fellow ‘husbands’, that he could do fine without that kind of intimate family connection, not to mention the mind-blowing sex.
     But suddenly, seeing this woman who exuded that same intense sensuality as Kayla had, Harm felt sexually re-energized. The sudden rush of desire to re-experience those kinds of erotic nights he’d shared with Kayla flooded through him, pulsating straight to, and hardening, his penis.
     To his surprise, the woman came toward the bar and right at him, stopping before him to ask, “Your name wouldn’t be Harm Pranston, now would it?”
     Shocked, Harm thought, Sonavabitch! But he managed to keep his voice casual as he answered, “It would.”
     Now that she was close to him he caught a whiff of her womanly smell, a mixture of citrus body wash tinged with a hint of floral perfume. It went straight to his already straining dick.
     “Mac” McKay fully assessed Harm. Checking out his body, the minute he stood to acknowledge her, she figured his tall frame was all muscle. The way his amazing blue eyes ate her up caused her body to clench from the tips of her breasts to the secret place between her legs. Her gaze took in his well defined lips, which she had the almost uncontrollable urge to trace with her fingertips to find out if they were as smooth and as soft as they seemed. His smoothly muscled arms were crossed across his broad chest and she wondered what they would feel like wrapped around her.
     “Were you looking for me?” Harm asked, thinking, Oh, please, if there is a God, say yes.
     McKay felt a tiny frisson chase across her skin at the sound of his voice—low, a sexy deep rumble that set off vibrations that skittered like a pinched nerve down to her lower abdomen.
     She mentally composed herself as she replied, “You could say that.” She stuck out her hand, which Harm clasped it in his large, slightly calloused palm.
     The touch sent another surge of electricity through her. With a quick intake of breath, she inhaled Harm’s clean, musky scent and savored it for just a moment, her eyes sliding appreciatively to the red heart tattoo with the “yes” inside barely visible on his arm.
     For the first time in a long time, McKay had a strong yearning to really know a man.

Why I write
Why I write?  Because I cannot do otherwise.  There are constant scenarios playing within my mind; dominating my thoughts; begging to be released on paper so others might share in those shadowy, yet vibrant lives of unborn characters as they emerge to shape the course of a plot.  Those characters become fantasy entities that have minds of their own, it seems, as they march through the stories, sharing their thoughts, worries, hopes and dreams.   I write to give them life!  And it's a fantastic partnership that gives ME life in the ‘dream lane’ – love riding that road!  There is nothing more exciting to me than knowing someone will be reading the words I have written and visualizing the characters that I have created.  Knowing I can pull them into those fictional lives for a time, and perhaps give them a glimpse of the secret dreams they might be having but are afraid to speak of, then I have done what I set out to do – make them think, feel, desire and want to know those characters and close the book wishing it were not ended.

That is the epitome of success, to my way of thinking.   I write to achieve that.

Author Bio:
Bobbi Cole Meyer is the pen name for Barbara Meyer, who relocated from her hometown of Jackson, Mississippi, to Nashville, Tennessee to pursue a career as a lyricist. Over the years Barbara has had numerous songs she co-wrote cut by major artists such as Tom Jones, Loretta Lynn, Barbara Mandrell, Barbi Benton, Stella Parton, The Soul Shakers, the Poppies, Bandana, Mason Dixon, the Wright Brothers and several others. She also co-wrote the theme song for the Italian movie, Summer Affair, with well-known guitarist and composer, Bucky Barrett.

Now residing in the small town outside Nashville, Tennessee, with new hubby, Hank, Barbara is busy pursuing a second career, writing fiction, which she claims is her first love.

Barbara’s slogan is, “grab them with the first paragraph and don’t turn loose until the last period.”

She is the author of Obsessive Surrender, and Uncensored Passion, the first book of the Men of Passion series.


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