Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Cloaked in Secrecy by T.F. Walsh

Title: Cloaked in Secrecy
Author: TF Walsh
Series: Wulfkin Legacy #2
Genre: Paranormal
Release Date: March 14, 2016
Publisher: Crimson Romance
What better way for a pack of wulfkin shifters to remain in seclusion than to hide in plain sight?

Death has followed Alena Novac’s circus family for years, but when the police arrest her brother for murder, she must rescue him before he transforms behind prison walls. With less than a week to execute her plan, a member from the Varlac family who murdered her mother reappears. Now, Alena has to decide whether to make good on her promise to avenge her mother’s death or risk rescuing her brother.

Enre Ulf has one mission – prevent Alena’s father from claiming his territory and slaughtering his wulfkin pack in Transylvania. Enre may have turned his back on his Varlac heritage, but that doesn’t mean he won’t impersonate one to infiltrate the circus clan and take out their alpha. Knowing that his secrets will lead to his demise, Enre takes the risk in order to save his home. What he never planned on was his wolf claiming Alena as his mate.

Now with the police closing in, and the real Varlac threatening them, Alena and Enre must overcome their pasts to save their packs’ futures.

**Cloaked in Secrecy is the book 2 in the Wulfkin Legacy series, but can be read a stand-alone-book.**

Her head snapped up, and those tantalizing eyes widened. Did she sense it too? I’d heard of wolves sharing a connection when they found their soul mate, but not wulfkin. Mainly, I believed the myth was a romantic story created by females. Except, a tornado was whisking through my veins. Before I knew it, I was brushing away the few strands of hair caught at the edge of her luscious mouth. Shivers developed at the base of my gut and spread through me. Every thought vanished from my mind, replaced by one: getting closer to Alena.

Instead of pushing me away, she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, her curvaceous chest heaving with each inhale. Silence embraced us, and the charge in the room became electric. Following my instinct had gotten me far in life. This felt right.

Sliding my fingers to the back of her head, I drew her into a kiss and parted her soft, warm lips with my tongue. Her lavender scent spread inside me with a blaze while her arms encircled my neck, and she lifted herself to her knees, pressing closer. Our breathing grew heavier, faster, synchronized. I cupped her bottom and squeezed gently. In one swift move, I had her on my lap. Her legs molded around my waist. I ignored the twinge of discomfort in my thigh.

Tugging at her sweater, I tore it off.

Werewolves get Freaky at the Circus with TF Walsh
What is it about the circus that immediately invokes certain images in our minds?

For me, it’s clowns, the massive tent, and those old fashioned freak-shows. It may be the portrayal in fiction, movies, and journalists that distorts our view, but I’ve always loved the mystery surrounding these attractions.

Before I started writing Cloaked in Secrecy, I was stumped on the setting for the story. But then the circus arrived in my town, and I received my answer.

A pack of werewolves running a circus and performing for humans. Perfect!

But where did the Circus begin, you ask?

So began my research into everything circus, including the simple question of how did the first circus start.

It is claimed the goddess Circe in honor of her father, Helios the Sun God, staged the first circus. (In Greek mythology, Circe was a goddess of magic). This also lends itself to the name circus (derived from Latin name circus) that was believed to be the Romanization of the Greek word kirkos, meaning circle or ring. With all that said, the first circus was born.

Now, when it comes to the origin of the modern circus we’re more familiar with, the name Philip Astley is well known. He constructed the first circus building in London called The New British School or Amphitheater Riding Ring. In 1770, the first performance appeared. The raging success of this show was the start of the modern circus.

What do you love about the circus? Have you ever wanted to run away to join a circus?
References:  Wikipedia   /  The Hanneford Family Circus  

Author Bio:
T.F. Walsh emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a regional city south of Sydney with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales, she's always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance, urban fantasy and young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.


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The Voices of Angels by Peggy Jaeger

Title: The Voices of Angels
Author: Peggy Jaeger
Series: The MacQuire Women #4
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 11, 2016
Love is the last thing Carly Lennox is looking for when she sets out on her new book tour. The independent, widowed author is content with a life spent writing and in raising her daughter. When newscaster Mike Woodard suggests they work on a television magazine profile based on her book, Carly’s thrilled, but guarded. His obvious desire to turn their relationship into something other than just a working one is more than she bargained for.

Mike Woodard is ambitious, and not only in his chosen profession. He wants Carly, maybe more than he’s ever wanted anything or anyone else. As he tells her, he’s a patient man. But the more they’re together, Mike realizes it isn’t simply desire beating within him. Carly Lennox is the missing piece in his life. Getting her to accept it-and him-may just be the toughest assignment he’s ever taken on.

“I…” Carly began, then stopped. “Oh, hell. I’m not good with words in situations like this.”

His laugh came quick, charmed by her nerves. “Pretty pathetic declaration for a writer.”

Carly stuck out her bottom lip in a very alluring pout. He was tempted to stop and take her mouth with his again.

“Don’t mock me. When it’s on paper I can get it right. Real life has no re-writes, no editing.”

“Granted.” The sunlight played with the alternating auburn and fire-red highlights in her hair as they began to walk again. He was convinced no color had ever been so alive.

Carly squared her shoulders. “I don’t want you to get the wrong impression about me. Concerning men.”

When he didn’t comment, she continued. “It’s only, well…I haven’t been involved with anyone since my husband died. I’ve been busy with my daughter and my writing. I haven’t met anyone I’ve been interested in, I guess.”

“Until now.”

Carly turned to look at him. Irritation crossed in her narrowed eyes. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

“No,” he replied. “I’m more sure of you, though.”

“Excuse me?”

Mike laughed again. He stopped and cupped her cheeks. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re angry. Your left eyebrow arches ever so slightly and your eyes turn the most incredible forest green.” He kissed her and felt her pulse trip again under his fingers. “I would bet,” he said into her hair, breathing in the fresh fragrance of the shampoo she’d used, “no man since your husband has made your heart beat this fast, or your breath come in such spurts, as when I do this.” He lowered his head to kiss her again.

When she arched her back, Mike’s hands did a slow slide downward, coming to rest on the dip under her waist.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he commanded, his voice charged with challenge.

“You are.”

“You’re a liar, Carly Lennox.” Before she could refute him, he continued, “You’re breathing is way too fast, and your eyes are unfocused. But for now I’m willing to back off. I know we’ll be together. I’m certain of it.”

“Why you arrogant, egotistical—I said you were nice. Ha!” She turned on her heel and started to walk away. His vise-like grip on her arm stopped her short. Mike spun her around, drew her to his chest, and his mouth crushed down to hers in a kiss neither patient, nor tender. It bespoke all the raw desire and hunger churning inside him.

Ten things you should know about Peggy:
10. Her favorite book is The Little Engine That Could (ask her why when you see her!)

9. She loves scary movies — the scarier, the better.

8. Her favorite movie is The Wizard of Oz, because there really is no place like home.

7. Her left eye is smaller than her right eye.

6. The best decision she ever made was to marry her husband — a man who can’t live without a strong woman!

5. The best gift she ever received was her daughter, who’s now 25 but whom she will always refer to as “her baby”.

4. Her favorite song is Secret Agent Man by Jonny Rivers.

3. She’s been on a diet in some form for the past 40 years.

2. She’s very direct and doesn’t suffer fools, false prophets, or suck ups.

1. Writing is her oxygen!

Author Bio:
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance author who writes about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can't live without them.

Her current titles, available now, include SKATER'S WALTZ and THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, and FIRST IMPRESSIONS books 1, 2 and 3 in her 6-book The MacQuire Women Series, published by The Wild Rose Press.

Tying into her love of families, her children's book, THE KINDNESS TALES, was illustrated by her artist mother-in-law.

Peggy holds a master's degree in Nursing Administration and first found publication with several articles she authored on Alzheimer's Disease during her time running an Alzheimer's in-patient care unit during the 1990s.

In 2013, she placed first in two categories in the Dixie Kane Memorial Contest: Single Title Contemporary Romance and Short/Long Contemporary Romance.

A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, she is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.

***Interested in meeting Peggy and picking her brain about her books?​ ​Well, you're in luck...this incredible author will be doing signings at the following locations.***



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Never Too Late by Sloan Johnson

Title: Never Too Late
Author: Sloan Johnson
Series: Home in the Heartland #1
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: March 7, 2016
Dax: My life ended six years ago. No, really. I was dead on the side of the road following a gruesome motorcycle accident. From what I've been told, it's only because of one stubborn man that I have another chance to make something of my life. I no longer hate him for screwing up what I thought I wanted. I want to thank him. NEED to tell him what his actions mean to me.

Now, I’m headed back to the town I’ve never set foot in even though it’s a huge part of my life. I’m not thrilled about that, but the job offers haven’t exactly been flowing in. They’ll probably think I’m crazy, because there’s no way I won’t be able to look at every guy I walk past, wondering if he’s the one who saved me.

Michael: My entire life, I wanted to save lives. I’d earned a full-ride scholarship and had been accepted to med schools across the country. I was so close to making those dreams a reality until the night held a dying man in my arms. I’ve never been able to get the images of his lifeless body caked in mud out of my head. Even when the paramedics tried to take over trying to save him, I couldn’t let go. I never let go. Eventually, my guilt over not doing more cost me everything but my son. And now, I worry I’ll lose him if I don’t get it together.

I’ve often thought that if I could find him, maybe I could get some closure and finally get my life back on track. Now he’s here and I’m more of a mess than ever. Once the truth comes out, will he keep trying to save me or will he realize that it’s too late?

Do you prefer e-books or paperbacks?
If you’d asked me a few years ago, I’d have said paperbacks, hands down. I was one of those who swore I would never convert to e-books. Then, I finished the first book in a series at 2am and had a Kindle collecting dust because I’d won it and couldn’t bring myself to use it. The ability to download a book at 2am and not have to drive thirty miles each way to buy it at Walmart in the middle of the night made me an instant convert. Now, I’ve gone back to being a bit more hybrid, as I’m trying to only read paperbacks before bed to avoid the added stimulation.

What is the most challenging part of writing?
Besides revisions, editing, promotions, etc, I think the hardest part is trying to keep things interesting. There are a lot of ideas that pop into my head, but I have to sit down and think about whether they’re interesting or if I’m cracking and no one will want to read about a certain character other than me. Also, it’s hard to maintain perspective. It’s very easy to find a lot of false indicators of success or failure.

What are you reading right now?
I’m all over the place right now. I have a variety of m/m, m/f, memoirs, and technical books. What I pick up will depend on my mood.

Where do you write?
For the most part, at home. I’ve found I don’t do well with the distractions in any public place. Or distractions at home, for that matter. Most of my writing is done during the day while my kids are at school and my husband is at work. Once they get home, it’s like nailing Jello to the wall.

If someone had never read your books, which would you tell them to pick up?
It depends on what they’re looking for. For angst, I love Godsend. If they want something lighter, the Homeruns series. Never Too Late falls somewhere in the middle.

Author Bio:
Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas, she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee, watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete and glass.

When she was three, her parents received their first call from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week, she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.

Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?

Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids. She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good book and forget she has somewhere to be.


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