Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Reign of the Vampires by Rebekah R. Ganiere

Reign of the Vampires (The Society, Book One)
by Rebekah R. Ganiere
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Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Kensington
Release Date: November 17, 2014
Length: 226 Pages

She wants security. He wants freedom. Together their love could destroy the world.

Ten years after the outbreak of the V2000 virus turns the majority of humans into a mutated Vampire sub-species, the last remaining true humans are the world's hottest commodity. In this new world, it's The Society that rules.

Being the only female Vampire Lord in America isn't easy. Being thrust into the role of CEO is even harder. Danika Chekov refuses to let her father's legacy die. She's resolved to keep everything under her tight control. But after she's almost killed, she's forced to purchase a human guardian.

Mason is human, or so the Vampires think. He's determined to protect his secret, but Lord Danika buys him before he can make his escape. Their passion for each other threatens everything they want most. And when Mason's true nature is exposed, the results could be devastating.




Getting to Know Your Favorite Writer
Getting to know you:
·         Party dress or blue jeans? Jeans
·         Spa day or gym workout? Spa Day! Definitely!
·         Night owl or early bird? Night Owl! I couldn't get up early to save my life!
·         TV at home or movie theatre? Movie Theater. Married to a TV Producer, there is no other way!
·         Broadway or museum? Broadway! I LOVE Musicals. I went to College for Musical Theater :)
·         Things that make you want to go “EEEEEEK!” Clowns and Spiders. Okay I'm seriously shivering right now!
·         Three favorite movies – Lord of the Rings, Underworld, Star Wars
·         What music are you listening to?  Love Songs channel on Pandora (That's a new one for me. I usually have a very select playlist I write to.

The Written word:
·         Where did you get your first idea? I had someone tell me there were no good zombie romances and I thought, well there's a reason why! But the idea stuck with me and I just couldn't get it out of my head. So I finally decided to throw out everything I knew about zombies and start from scratch. That's where my Deaders came from in my book Dead Awakenings.
·         Favorite type of hero (Type A bad boy or Type B good guy) Examples. (Which would you rather live with?) Bad boy! Sigh... Alpha Male Bad Boy!
·         What type of fiction heroine would you be?  Jane Eyre or Lara Croft? Lara Croft. I'm not all up for stuffy society crap.
·         How many book have you written? Written? Maybe a dozen. I currently have been published for a little over a year and I have seven books out and another four slated for this year and probably five for next year as well. I am currently writing in five different series.
·         Paperback or e-book? Paperback! Always Paperback. I love the feel and smell of a book.
A Writer’s Life:
·         OCD plotter or free range pantser? I am Free Range All the way!! However I have to plot at least a small outline.
·         Which is easier, the synopsis or the book?  Are you kidding? Synopsis Suck! LOL! That's why writers do them last!
·         First person you call when you get a sale- My Hubby :) Then my crit partners.
·         When can we get your next book and what’s it all about?  The next book coming out is in my Fairelle Series. It will be another novella for one of Snow's brothers from Snow the Vampire Slayer. I just released the book Zelle and the Tower from that series about a week ago. The next book in my Society series is releasing in Nov. and is called Rise of the Fae. It is a Dystopian Paranormal Romance, where vampires rule the world, and is told from the POV of people within the vampire circles. So this one is about Neeman and a girl names Selene who drops out of the sky and everyone thinks is human. But she isn't.



Excerpt:

Danika barely came up to his shoulder, and he was three times as wide across the chest as she was. The air around him was warmer the closer she got. His breathing had slowed, and he swallowed hard. From her position in front of him, he would have to kneel so she could reach his collar, and she didn’t want that. She looked around for a stool or chair to stand on, but there was nothing. She spotted the dresser behind him.

She pointed to it. “Please help me up, so I can reach.” Mason eyed the dresser and then her. He licked his lips and then turned, switching places with her, watching her with great intensity. He stepped close enough that their bodies touched. Danika’s breath caught in her throat at the nearness of him. His size, scent, and heat engulfed her.

He placed his hands around her waist, his touch sending goose bumps all over her body. The heat of his skin warmed her through her thin blouse. She placed her hands on his rigid arms. He flexed and lifted her off the floor, then seated her on the dresser.

Neither of them moved. The need she’d felt for him in his cell, and then again when she had seen him at Neeman’s, was stronger than ever. A part of her deep inside called to him. Her mind screamed at her, reminding her of the plan: come in, bond him, leave.

They stared at each other for a long time. She took in every inch of his strong face: his roman nose that had been broken at least once, the reddish-brown stubble upon his cheek and chin, the pink softness of his full lips.

“Bend your neck,” she whispered.

He bowed until his neck was inches from her face. His broad chest pressed close to her. His hands shook at her waist.

He’s a human and a slave. She couldn't have another incident like Xenock. She had too much at stake. She tried not to let his closeness affect her, but she couldn’t help it. She dipped her head and breathed in the nape of his neck where his hair fell to his shoulders. His scent was like heaven. It was the most desirable thing she’d ever smelled. She couldn’t even begin to describe the texture of it.

She slid her hands up his arms, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. Gliding over the collar, she searched for the latch. Mason’s hot fingers pressed into her flesh as she fumbled for the lock. The tension in his body was obvious from the way he tried to hold himself away from her.

Danika’s head swam as his scent swirled in her brain. Her throat felt like dry ice. The need to taste him mounted. Stop! Not another Xenock! Keep it under control! Clearing her throat, she tried to concentrate on her fingertips. The latch appeared and she inserted the key. She dropped the manacle to the dresser and he sighed. Chafing and scraping marred the skin underneath the collar. Instinctively she reached over and licked at the wounds. His fingers dug into her waist, and her senses caught on fire. She felt every fiber of his shirt, smelled the trickle of sweat that ran down his neck, heard the rapid beat of his heart. Mason’s breathing quickened, and as she pulled away from him, the sweetness of his skin lingered in her mouth. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to have him take her over to his bed and smother her with his body.

Her fangs broke through and she gazed up at him. Mason watched her, his eyes alight like flames. He leaned close to her ear and smelled the nape of her neck. A burning need blossomed in her stomach and warmth pooled between her thighs. A sudden feeling of possession overtook her, and at that moment she needed to make him hers.

“Do it. Make me yours.”

She bit down into his firm, awaiting neck. His hands clenched around her waist and his fingers dug deeper into her skin. A low rumble emitted from his chest. An animalistic, guttural sound that made Danika’s inner bad girl beg for more.

The first gulp of his blood was liquid fire. It stung her tongue and seared her icy throat as it went down. She almost pulled herself away, but the taste of it exploded inside her, making her want more, need more. The second gulp was just as hot, but now she was ready. It filled her, making the ends of her limbs tingle. Sitting on the dresser with him bent over, she drank from him greedily. Shifting his body, he stood between her parted thighs, spreading them wide. His body pressed around her, crushing her into him. His breathing quickened as every part of their bodies touched. A moan of desire escaped him. His hot, moist breath tickled her shoulder. Moving aside the collar of her blouse, he playfully bit at her skin. The sensation sent her into a frenzy. More. She needed more of him.

About the Author:

Rebekah is an Award Winning Bestselling Author. Her novel Dead Awakenings, debuted in January 2014. Red the Were Hunter, the first in her Farielle Series, released in May 2014 followed by Snow the Vampire Slayer and Jamen's Yuletide Bride. Her trilogy The Society was released by Kensington's Lyrical Press.

Rebekah is the VP of Communications of the RWA Los Angeles Chapter as well as the Newsletter Editor of the FF&P Chapter. In her spare time when she isn't writing you can find her moderating on SavvyAuthors.com or hanging out with her husband, four children and her English Bulldog, rabbit, two bearded dragons, and two tortoises. The escaped snake has yet to be found.

 Rebekah's Media Links: Website | Twitter Facebook | Google+ | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon Author Page
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Saturday, April 25, 2015

Trancing the Tiger by Rachael Slate





Trancing the Tiger (A Chinese Zodiac Romance)
by Rachael Slate
Genre: Fantasy Romance
Release Date: February 17, 2015
Length: 288 Pages

Delve into a world steeped in tradition and superstition…
After her parents become infected with the Red Death, Lucy Yeoh flees to Malaysia seeking answers. Everything in this closed-off section of the world is paradise—from the lush tropical climate to her sexy new neighbor, Sheng…who just might be delusional. He claims the Plague God unleashed the Red Death and only a circle of Chinese Zodiac spirit animals can cleanse the Earth. Even more, he insists she’s one of them: the Rabbit. Long furry ears and fluffy bunny tail included.

He’ll show her how to fight to save the world…
As the Chosen of the Tiger, the burden of restoring balance to the world has fallen onto Li Sheng’s shoulders. When he discovers that the ally he’s long awaited, the Dragon, is actually just the Rabbit, Sheng is quick to dismiss Lucy. If only she’d stay dismissed. Lucy’s Rabbit refuses to cooperate, undermining the authority of his Tiger at every turn…and seducing him to the limits of his darkest desires. He’s not supposed to want her. Not when he needs the spirit circle complete and she’s their weakest link.

She’ll show him a love worth fighting the world to save…
Sheng’s enemies draw closer, and not everyone wants Lucy alive. Together, they’ll have to navigate a treacherous world where a line between duty and their hearts has been drawn between them. They must either sacrifice one, or find a way to surrender to both.




EXCERPT:
Sheng grappled for control that seemed as fleeting as his sanity. Lucy was off-limits. He’d reminded himself a thousand times tonight. Yet when Tiger had pinned her to the ground, Sheng would have taken her. Right then, right there.

If not for the intrusion of his friends.

Worse, she’d melted right into him the moment she’d realized his identity.

She trusted him and didn’t even bloody know why. Once he got her somewhere safe, he’d enlighten her with the logic fueling her instincts.

Tiger puffed out in supreme satisfaction. He almost hadn’t caught her; she was so swift. If not for the inclined tree trunk providing a bounding point, he might have missed.

Sheng’s shoulders tensed, on alert for more of Snake’s “friends.” Penang Hill—behind them—served as the boundary between the Hai San and Ghee Hin territories. The Gardens were the gateway to the Ghee Hin Kongsi’s residence in the Batu Feringghi—the stretch of posh beaches on the north coast of the island. He had to get Lucy out of here before Snake caught sight of her and realized what she was.

Where she might have argued with him, she simply obeyed. Her light footsteps padded behind him. That blind obedience concerned him more than her bolting. She shouldn’t trust a stranger with such ease, certainly not one who looked like him.

He raked his hands through his hair to stop from lashing out at her…or drawing her into his arms and shielding her. He wasn’t sure which instinct would win.

Even more reason to hold his tongue.

He straddled his motorcycle, unclasped the helmet, and offered it to her.

She approached him, her golden eyes wide and wary. Great. Now she chose to be cautious. “Who were those men?”

“You wanna stay and find out?”

Her nose twitched. “Do you work for my uncle? Are you my bodyguard? Where are you taking me?”

“Get on.” He dismissed her questions and waved the helmet. No time for this, not here.

Her hands trembled as she accepted it and secured the strap around her chin. Without questioning him again, she slipped onto the bike behind him.

“Hold on tight.” He reached back, seized her wrists, and clasped her hands together around his waist. “I don’t do slow.”

He revved the gas, the tires squealing while they pivoted around and peeled away. Her body slammed into his, her grasp cinching tighter as they sped through the streets. Lucy’s slender fingers spread across his abdomen, causing his muscles to tighten and his cock to throb. Was she purposefully teasing him with her velvety touch?

She slid her fingers beneath the hem of his t-shirt and his abs jerked as though sparked by a live wire. He growled once, in warning.

“Sorry. My fingers are cold. Do you mind?” Her murmur against his ear spiked his blood.

Was she actually cold or did he detect a sultry note to her voice? Did she suffer the same raging attraction he did?

With his concentration on navigating the streets and his hands gripping the handlebars, she had him at a disadvantage against the fanning of her fingers.

Her warm fingers.

They rounded a corner, and her body crushed against his. She didn’t draw back, and the imprint of her full breasts branded his back. He swore he could even feel her tight little nipples rubbing against him. He fought the urge to swing around and take her on the motorcycle. To hell with crashing—as if they’d even notice. They’d both survive.

Your fault, Tiger. The beast practically heeled at her side. Like a bloody dog.

Was it Rabbit or Lucy, herself, driving them both to madness?

They squealed to a halt in front of a warehouse at the pier. He stiffened as he removed her hands from his waist and plucked her off the bike.

She regarded him, one hand grasping her opposite wrist while she scanned the dockyard and the scattered people milling around—mostly couples out for a midnight tryst or teenagers looking for trouble.

“Helmet.” He stretched out his hand.

She unclasped the strap and removed his helmet, shaking out those long, wavy locks. Tendrils curled over her breasts and down to her waist.

He licked his lips, his throat suddenly dry. His nostrils flared, inhaling her sweet, floral fragrance. Even caked in dirt, she was the most delectable woman he’d ever scented.

The helmet slipped from her fingers to his. The slightest brush of contact between them made him bite back a groan.

A knowing sparkle glinted in her eyes. Oh, yeah. She hadn’t missed his hard-on earlier and likely deemed she possessed an edge of power over him.

Foolish little Rabbit. Didn’t she know?

No one toyed with Tiger.

About Rachael

Rachael has explored forgotten temples in Cambodia, kissed the Blarney Stone in Ireland, and stood inside the Roman Coliseum. She loves studying people and cultures, current and ancient. Her appetite for romance began with Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables, which she later nurtured with a healthy dose of Jane Austen.

As an author of scorching hot fantasy romance, Rachael blends the lines between mythology, reality, and fantasy. In her worlds, you’ll encounter strong, sexy alpha males and the capable women who challenge them. If her heroines can’t meet their heroes toe-to-toe, then they’ll bring them to their knees.

No matter what torture she puts her characters through, true love will always prevail. Love is, after all, the most powerful force on Earth, and beyond.

Rachael holds an Honours BA in anthropology, as well as a CELTA. Her secret indulgence is her passion for baking, which she offsets with her addiction to running (she’s completed four marathons). She resides on the West Coast of British Columbia, Canada, with her husband, two children, and cat.

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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Spotlight Shadow Players by Tony-Paul de Vissage

Vampire Marek Strigoi has been freed from the torments of Hell…and unceremoniously dropped into the 20th Century.

1968 Paris, to be exact.

Torn forever from his wife, the Marquise Celine, Marek tries to find meaning in a century where the word vampire merely means horror movies, and a pretty girl or two offers new love as he reunites with his brothers in London. What he doesn’t know is that his old enemy is also enjoying the British city, with a trail of blood-drained bodies creating a wave of terror equaling Jack the Ripper’s reign.

Without their knowledge, both men are on a collision course. Journeys end in lovers' meetings but they also allow two old enemies to confront each other.

Revenge is a dish best served cold and Marek’s waited one hundred and fifty-five years to savor this particular meal.

Are the Fates finally going to allow him and his father’s murderer to meet?

Dark Urban Fantasy/Horror

Tony-Paul de Vissage


Tony-Paul de Vissage is a Southerner of French Huguenot extraction, whose first movie memory is of being allowed to sit up late and watch the old Universal horror flick, Dracula’s Daughter, on television. He was scared sleepless--and has been paying his parents back ever since by writing vampire novels.
A voracious reader who has lived on both US coasts and whose personal library has been shipped more than 3,000 miles, Tony-Paul has read hundreds of vampire tales and viewed as many moviesHis Internet address is A Splash of Scarlet, http://www.tony-paul.com/

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Spotlight Callisto Moon by Crystal Crichlow





Rose Petals. White Lilies. Earth Movers. Dark Warriors. These are the four races that reside on Callisto, a moon billions of miles away. They have never seen war, felt what it’s like to grow old, get sick or die. Callisto Moon blessed them with immortality. It sustains life for all eternity, not death. But that was all going to change…on Callie’s wedding day. Callisto Moon is a place of love, and in the end, love will be the only thing that saves her.

Young Adult/Sci-Fi/Fantasy






Crystal Crichlow

A native of Barbados, Crystal Crichlow is an award winning and best-selling author who developed a passion for writing at the age of nine. She currently resides in Ontario, Canada and spends her time writing and reading YA fiction, reviewing indie books, obsessing about movies and T.V shows while working as a part-time dental assistant. She has a soft spot for anything related to Greek mythology or zombies. Red velvet cupcakes are her kryptonite.

You can find out more about Crystal by visiting her official author website: crystalcrichlow.weebly.com