I've been helping my dear friend, the ever KickAss Juliette Cross celebrate the release of Bound In Black this week.  This is the third book in her Vessel Trilogy and I'm so excited to read it. I've loved the story line so much. She's got some great graphics and a really awesome prize back to giveaway. Be sure to enter her Rafflecopter giveaway at the end of this post for a chance to win. 

Book Title: Bound in Black
Author Name: Juliette Cross

Name of series and book number in series: The Vessel Trilogy, Book #3
Genre: paranormal romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication:  July 21, 2015
Number of pages: 253
Cover Artist: Kanaxa

Blurb/Book Description:
Genevieve Drake is on a dangerous mission to find the soul collector, Lethe, and enter the deepest, darkest level of the underworld. No one has ever returned alive from the belly of a soul collector, but she will let nothing stop her from going after the precious treasure Lethe stole from her.

As she is tested against demon spawn and foul creatures of the underworld, each triumph strengthens her Vessel power—and drags her closer to a breaking point that could forever doom her to the abyss.

Meanwhile, with the full prophecy hurtling toward completion, the Dominus Daemonum strategize for the day Gen will battle Prince Bamal’s Vessel to the death, when the Great War between heaven and hell will begin.

But Bamal has a secret weapon. When he reveals it—and Thomas reveals his own hidden agenda—Gen may not have the strength to resist the temptation to fall into darkness, forsaking the fate of the world for her broken heart.

Warning: Contains malicious demons, sinister spawn, and a vengeful heroine with plans to send them all back to burning hell.

Purchase Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Bound-Black-Vessel-Trilogy-Juliette-ebook/dp/B00VNK4JJO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1435408322&sr=8-1&keywords=bound+in+black

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bound-in-black-juliette-cross/1121694920?ean=9781619224971

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/bound-in-black

Samhain: https://www.samhainpublishing.com/book/5505/bound-in-black

Excerpt
Among a throng of dancers grinding to some death-metal tune was Bleed and one of the guys from his band, Gallow’s End. Bleed. What an asinine name. Perfectly fit the owner. Last time Kat and I had seen him in that demon club on Bayou Sauvage, his long, sleek hair was dyed midnight blue. He’d changed it to deep purple. Two stumbling-drunk girls were clinging to him and the tall, lanky guy I recognized as his drummer. Their eyes shimmered red in the smoky dark of the club.

That was one thing lower demons didn’t have to worry about in New Orleans. With so many freaks in the city joining artificial vampire covens, there was no need to disguise red eyes or sharpened fangs. Both of which were the distinct outward features of a lower demon inhabiting a human.

The young brunette who looked barely eighteen hung on to Bleed’s arm. He made a signal to Drummer Boy, who escorted another girl wearing a miniskirt so short I could see her ass cheek. They veered toward a back entrance, taking their fully intoxicated dates with them. Knowing Bleed was into kink and violence and certainly not above forcing his will on the weak and vulnerable, I nudged Kat.

Without a word, we were off the stools and following the four through the storage room, which indeed had a back entrance for deliveries. The door to the alley creaked closed. Bleed said something, obviously witty and wonderful because the girls giggled in unison. I reached into my boot and pulled out my sharpened stiletto. Kat pulled out a similar but thicker blade, sheathed on a vest harness covered by her jacket.

Kat cracked the door, peering outside. We heard the distant shuffling as the four moved farther off.

“Hurry,” I whispered.

We slipped through the exit and stalked after them. They rounded the corner of a darkened building. Although we were walking in the open, this part of the business district was deserted after hours. In the French Quarter, you could find crowds on every street well into the wee hours of the morning. But this area was only busy during the daytime. Perfect place to commit some heinous crime on unsuspecting, underage and intoxicated girls.

By the time we reached the next block, Bleed and Drummer Boy had lured the girls down a dark alley. Talk about cliché.

“Where issit?” slurred the brunette. The other girl’s giggle echoed off the alley walls.

“Right over here,” said Bleed. “I’m going to show you.”

I could hear the sneer in his voice. I grabbed Kat’s arm, and she looked back at me as we edged closer to the corner of the alley. Sift, I mouthed. She nodded.

Holding up my left hand, I put up one finger, then two, then three.

We sifted into the alley a yard away from them. There was no telling what Bleed had in mind, because we interrupted whatever it was he had planned. Somehow, he didn’t look surprised to see us, which put me on edge. My VS zinged to life, igniting my underlight to full throttle.

The brunette pointed at me, her hair a mess, her lipstick smeared. “Hey. You look like a fairy.”

Now don't forget to enter for a chance to win Juliette's New Orleans gift pack. Looks wonderful and so fitting for the book set in the Crescent City.

Thanks for inviting me to your blog, Gemma. Today I’m going to share from my Blue Moon Lake series, with an excerpt from the last book (release date December, 2016) BELLA LUNA.

It’s a busy time for the series, with SHARE THE MOON currently available, an upcoming release of a Christmas novella, TWELVE NIGHTS, and the second full-length novel, HARVEST MOON due out December 2015. 

         Here’s a sample of what’s to come for next year. Oh, the dog in this scene is a Bassett hound, whose name is Bella—title hint ;-)

From Bella Luna, Book Three, Blue Moon Lake Novels by Sharon Struth

Leo Drake’s head ached and he couldn’t shake off his disorientation, certain he walked around in some awful dream.

“Your house?” The woman’s wide blue eyes showed her terror. “Could you please lower that bat? I didn’t break in. I have a key.” She tilted her head toward her hand, where a key ring dangled from her fingertips.

Shit. He lowered the bat and took the last step down into the foyer. Goddamn Everett must’ve rented the place again.

She lowered her arms. “Wh-who are you?”

“This is my house. Who are you?”

“Emma.” She hesitated a brief second and her heart-shaped face shifted into a more confident pose as she jutted out a determined chin. “Emma McMorris. I have papers showing I’m legally renting this place.” She took a manila envelope off the table near the door. “For at least this month, possibly longer. Are you Everett?”

He clenched his jaw at the mention of his brother’s name. “No. Leo Drake. My brother and I share ownership of the house. I hate to tell you, but you’ll have to find somewhere else to stay.”

A razor sharp edge glistened in her determined blue eyes. “I’m afraid not. I signed a lease. My options are limited, so we’d better get this straightened out.”

Leo took a step closer to her, his height a good head above hers. She stood firm, her gaze unyielding. Moxie always impressed him.

He studied her from top to toe. Mickey Mouse struck his usual kicked-back pose on her chest. Patterned pants lined her legs, looking more like they belonged on a clown or someone still in high school. Not this woman, whose age he guessed at over thirty.

She pulled out her cell phone from her windbreaker pocket. “Does Meg know you’re staying here?”

“Who’s Meg?”

“The real estate agent.” She searched through the envelope and removed a business card. “I’m calling her.”

“Well, it’s pointless. Everett shouldn’t have leased this place again.”

She ignored him and dialed. He glanced down at the dog, which threatened him with bloodshot eyes and a wagging tail. Some watch dog. He resisted the urge to bend over and pet the cute guy.

Leo lifted his gaze to the uninvited guest, whose name he’d already forgotten. “There’s no way I’m leaving my own house.”

“We’ll see.” She turned her back on him. “Hello, Meg…”

A renter. The last thing he needed. Returning to the Northbridge house to get work done had been Leo’s last resort. Both his publisher and agent called him regularly, anxious to know about the book’s progress. The deadline to turn it in had passed months ago.

He needed quiet. Peace. The lake house stood amongst his favorite writing places. Back here, he expected to find his muse. Because he couldn’t find it anywhere else.

Since childhood, Everett had won every battle the brothers shared. This time, though, Leo wasn’t about to give in.

Book Blurb:

Sometimes trust is the toughest lesson to learn.
Sophie Shaw is days away from signing a contract that will fulfill her dream of owning a vineyard. For her, it’s a chance to restart her life and put past tragedies to rest. But Duncan Jamieson’s counter offer blows hers out to sea.

Duncan still finds Sophie as appealing as he had during boyhood vacations to the lake. Older and wiser now, he has his own reasons for wanting the land. His offer, however, hinges on a zoning change approval.

Bribery rumors threaten the deal and make Sophie wary of Duncan, yet she cannot deny his appeal. When her journalistic research uncovers a Jamieson family secret, trust becomes the hardest lesson for them both.

"Heart-tugging small town romance with real emotion.
  Struth is an author to watch!"
                  —Laura Drake, author of RITA-award winning The Sweet Spot

About the Author:

“Sharon Struth has woven a tale of suspicion, mystery and the complete emotional breakdown of two people searching for love and restoration of their past lives. The plot is refreshing and will definitely keep the reader turning page after page. SHARE THE MOON is a book that restores faith in human nature and the ability to again find love.” –Fresh Fiction

Sharon Struth is an award-winning author who believes it’s never too late for a second chance in love or life. When she’s not writing, she and her husband happily sip their way through the scenic towns of the Connecticut Wine Trail. Sharon writes from the small town of Bethel, Connecticut, the friendliest place she’s ever lived.

SHARE THE MOON, book one in the Blue Moon Lake Romances, is a finalist for a RONE Award and a Chatelaine Award for Romantic Fiction!

Buy links:
Amazon   /   Barnes & Noble   /   Kobo   /   GoogleBooks   /   iBooks​   / Amazon UK

For more information, including where to find buy links to her novels and published essays, please visit her at the following places:

Website   |  Musings from the Middle Ages  |  Facebook  |  Twitter

Thank you for letting me visit, Gemma, it’s always fun to do so and especially for ‘What I wrote Wednesday.

There is a lot going on at present, I have a new release on the 10th of August, Christmas Carols, published by Liquid Silver Books. I’ve just signed a new contract and am preparing an August blog tour.  Even so I am still working on other stories too. This little excerpt from one of my current works in progress is totally unedited so I do hope readers will forgive any bloopers. I don’t yet have a title for this story I’ve tried two and they don’t seem to fit so at present all I call it is ‘Goddess in the city’.


Tim blinked and wondered if tonight was the night he’d lose it completely and become one of the rabid mumblers he met in the places he haunted. For Christ’s sake! The woman stood naked.

She pranced like a dancer on the pavement and wrapped her arms around her middle. “So cold!”

Placing the banjo case on the floor he shrugged his backpack down and stripped off his jacket. Wads of his carefully horded newspaper bowled down the street. “Here,” he said and draped his leather around her shoulders. “What happened? Do you want me to get the police?”

He stared around for the attackers who must have stripped her. He could hardly tell in the gloom, but though he did give her a twice over look, what with the view being so delicious, whoever had taken her clothes didn’t seem to have done anything worse.

She shook her head. “I didn’t realize it could be so cold. Where am I?”

Oh, hell. She must be stoned out of her head. “You’re in the city centre at ten o’clock on Wednesday night, the eighteenth of December,” he said. “Mean anything to you?”

The street light illuminated her face as she looked up. She flicked strands of shimmery golden hair which the wind blew. Her eyes—blue like the poets said the oceans were—met his gaze. A dizzy kind of surprise rose up in a wave. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Not even the airbrushed lovelies on the bill boards could compare. He breathed in and captured the lush scent of her. She surely was all woman.

“I’m a little lost.” She peered beyond him to the deserted square.

“Do you have a place to stay?”

“No, I didn’t think it would be dark. I thought it would be morning.” Another rash of shivers shook through her making her pearly white teeth chatter.

Pearly. Pearls. He reached out to touch the strand of the gem like ovals woven through her hair. Smooth strands caressed his palm. She gave him a smile and the warmth inside him exploded into a heated rush of desire. He took a deep breath at the sheer thundering throb of the almighty erection fighting to get out of his jeans. “My God,” he whispered.

“Which god? I can give them a message if you’d like me to.” Her gaze caressed him as though he were the love of her life.

Nuts, totally brain mashed, but so beautiful. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m sure you could give all kinds of gods messages, babe, but you can’t stay here like this. Are those real?” he asked, and looked again at the strand of pearls in her hair.

Christmas Carols published by Liquid Silver Books can be pre-ordered with a tempting early bird discount of 20% here http://bit.ly/1l0mX2Y

Blurb

Stephen Grafton, the blind organist at Holy Trinity Church, is gaining a reputation for his fine playing and compositions. Alice Broadbrace’s initial venture back into society after years in deep mourning brings her to the notice of the talented organist, and he offers her the opportunity to sing a solo carol to his accompaniment. His courage convinces her to find her own, while her charm entices him into thoughts of romance. A difficult walk in a snow storm is only the beginning of Stephen and Alice’s journey to happiness. Enjoy this sweet Victorian tale of talent and love blossoming.

Release Date: August 10, 2015

Author Bio
Daisy Banks writes sensual and spicy romance in the Historical, Paranormal and Fantasy genres. Daisy is passionate about her stories. Her focus is to offer the best tale she can to readers. Daisy is married, with two grown up sons. Antiques and collecting entertain Daisy when she isn’t writing. There are also some rare occasions she makes a meal that doesn’t stick to the pan. 

Find Daisy Banks here

Blog http://daisybanks.wordpress.com/
Twitter @DaisyBanks16
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Pinterest http://bit.ly/16sF1XG
Tsu   http://www.tsu.co/DaisyBanks
Amazon      http://amazon.com/author/daisybanks

Daisy Banks is the author of:
Christmas Carols
Marked for Magic
To Eternity
A Perfect Match
Timeless
Valentine Wishes
A Gentleman’s Folly
Your Heart My Soul
Fiona’s Wish
A Matter of Some Scandal

Excerpt from Tempting Taylor (Triple Star Ranch #2)

Rain trickled down the neck of his black uniform jacket, soaking Cade Murphy to the skin. Gripping a tree root, he carefully inched his way down the embankment in the muck to the car resting at the bottom of a gully. Hell of a way to start the day. The cold front that had blown severe weather in on Friday had ushered in a second wave of storms early Monday morning just in time for school traffic.

After the incident at Ana’s—he wasn’t sure what else to call shooting an armed guy that turned into a wolf, then dust at his feet—he had left Raven and Ana to settle things. It still grated on his conscious, but without proof, how was he supposed to report the shooting of a werewolf? As far as the world was concerned, Van Michaels had never existed. He had no record, no fingerprints; no identifying documentation Michaels had ever been born.

Recognizing the red Mitsubishi Eclipse with the Bears decal and pompoms in the back glass, Cade sent up a quick prayer for the young woman’s safety. The steady drone of rain made the trek slow and treacherous. Finally reaching the wrecked car, Cade tapped the glass of the driver’s window and peered inside. “Hey. You alright in there, Mindy?” The girl appeared to be slumped over the steering wheel. He tried the driver side door, but the wrenched metal was jammed shut.  The scent of gasoline laced the air and her car was still running. Not good.

Reaching for his hand-held radio, he called it in. “We have a one vehicle accident just off highway 13 on county highway 99. Get a bus, fire and tow here now.” Moving to the passenger’s side, he tugged on the handle and the door opened.  He quickly checked for pulse, tried to assess any injuries visually. The teenager moaned and opened her eyes. She was alive. Thank God.

“Its okay, Mindy. Let’s get you out of here.”

“Chief?” Cade was such a fixture at the school, attending all the games and events, watching school traffic, that most of the older kids just called him Chief.

“Are you pinned? Does anything feel broken?”

“My ankle hurts really bad. My seat belt is stuck. I’m scared. I wasn’t speeding this time.  I promise. The deer was just there. Did I kill it?”

Figures. The kid could be dead and she’s worried about killing a deer. “You’ll be fine. Let’s get you out of there.” He didn’t want to scare her, but if he couldn’t kill the ignition, the car could blow up at any minute. Taking out his pocket knife, Cade quickly cut through the shoulder and lap straps of the belt. “Easy now.” Gripping her under her arms, he helped ease her across the bucket seat and out the passenger door.

Mindy stepped out into the rain and screeched when she tried to put weight on her injured ankle. “I want my mom.”

“We’ll get her.” Reaching in, Cade tried to turn off the ignition, but the key wouldn’t budge. Hell. Seeing no purse, he quickly grabbed her cheer bag out of the floorboard and looped over one shoulder and across his chest.

“Can you walk?”

Tears streaming down her face, Mindy shook her head.

 From the car, his scanner announced another flash flood warning. Wonderful. He looked up the steep incline to where his Charger was parked, blue lights flashing. The smell of fuel was even stronger now. They were out of time.

Cade knelt down. “Climb on. We need to get you out of this rain.” And away from the ticking time bomb that used to be your car. The girl climbed onto his back and they began the careful trek up to the road.  His fingers grasped and slid on the muddy grass. Fear gripped him. Fate and his strength would decide if they survived. He fought back the fear, his need to save an innocent more powerful than the demons whispering in his ear.

Good heavens, I love the Brynna writes. I can feel the tension and the urgency in this scene. But now I want to know more. Did they make it? Was Mindy okay? Are werewolves real? Oh, Brynna, you are a tease. 

Now, let's take a look at Earth Enchanted...

Earth Enchanted
Elemental Magic #1

Blurb: 
Writer Liv Corrigan has the worst luck with men — her telepathy tends to make them run for the hills. When she meets widower and ex-cop Jack Roarke, she decides to keep her talent hidden. Things are looking up until their third date crashes and burns as the man who murdered Jack’s wife turns out to be after him too.

Injured, Jack retreats with Liv to his house under armed guard. But with Liv’s mysteries rapidly coming unraveled, a diamond-thief killer to stop and passion in the air, the safe house is anything but safe for their hearts!


I typically don't include an excerpt on these posts, but this one is too good not to add. Here's Liv and Jack's first meeting:

Jack scanned the bookstore as he sat in the hard metal folding chair, at the small table, and wrote. He thought his hand would fall off. Whoever said writing wasn’t real work had to have been crazy. He knew things about two hours’ worth of people their mothers probably didn’t know. Mandy Lou something or other had a granny who thought he was grade A and she was his number one fan. She didn’t look old enough to be allowed to read his brand of horror, but she had two copies of each of his books.

Jack had politely—he hoped—shrugged off the forty invitations to dinner, fourteen offers for coffee, and two very indecent proposals for ‘wild, hanging from the chandelier sex’ to quote one lovely fan. All in all, a long day barely described it, but he’d seen people and observed, that was for sure. If it helped with the new book, it might have been worth it, and then again maybe not.

Ellie dropped by to see how things were going, and then promptly ran away when he tried to beg out. He didn’t like being maneuvered, and Ellie was a champion at it. Entertaining the notion of strangling her got him through the second hour, but considering he needed a good editor, he changed his mind.

The line grew shorter. While he juggled the newest Hastings baby on his knee, which the boy’s proud papa had insisted on, Jack inscribed a message in the front cover to Mrs. Hastings, another number one fan and the mother of six children all under ten. How does she have the time to read at all? His message to her read, “Mrs. Hastings, I’m your number one fan. You rule. Jack.” Mentally saluting her efforts, he passed back junior, and sent them on their way. He automatically reached for the book a slim hand offered. Eyes down on the cover of what he’d created, he said the same thing he’d told countless others. “Hi, who should I make this out to?”

“Just sign it to Olivia Corrigan, fellow mystery writer.”

Her voice alone lifted his eyes to meet hers, a musical lilt that teased of mist and bogs, faeries and leprechauns. She was dressed professionally, but he could easily imagine her calling up a wild wind or casting spells. She was only about 5’4” and slim, claimed black Irish coloring. He saw a flash of what might have been a premonition, but after blocking the gift so long he couldn’t hold on to it. Did he smell rain? Candles or lightning? But the sun was shining. For a moment he just stared, couldn’t speak , and was certain he knew her but couldn’t remember where from.

“Is something the matter?”

He quickly signed her book, before he forgot that was the reason for their meeting in the first place. She was the last in line, and he was free. Thank God! Sorry, muse, position filled.

“Jack Roarke, it’s a pleasure, Miss Corrigan.”

 Series Buy Links

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Brynna’s Links:

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Deception
Book Two
The Demon Hunters
by  A.S. Fenichel
Genre: Paranormal Historical Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press/Kensington Publishing
Date of Publication: July 7, 2015
When Demons threaten Regency London, only a Lady can stop them.

 
Blurb
Lillian Dellacourt is beautiful, refined and absolutely lethal. She’s also the most feared and merciless demon hunter in The Company. She’s come a long way from the penniless seamstress’s daughter sold to the highest bidder, and it wasn’t by trusting a man, let alone an exiled Marquis with more on his mind than slaying the hellspawn . . .

For Dorian Lambert, Marquis de Montalembert, being sent to keep track of Lillian is no mean task. He’s wanted the fiery vixen since he first heard of her five years ago. But wooing the lady while fighting the demon uprising is no easy feat, especially when the lady’s tongue is as sharp as the Japanese sai blades she favors for eviscerating the spawn of hell.

These two will have to learn to trust each other fast, because the demon master is back, and he’s planning to turn Edinburgh into a living hell…

Excerpt
Gripping the chair arms to keep herself seated, Lillian fought an urge to leave and never set foot inside Castle Brendaligh again.

It had been a demoralizing battle and they had lost, but they had lived. They had done all they could, but still the demon master had ascended into man’s world.

“You failed and we are all likely to die because of it. I hold every person at this table responsible for the state of England. You have ruined us.” Lord Clayton’s voice grated on Lillian’s nerves.

Accounts of the battle were clear. Nearly everyone in the room had risked their lives trying to disrupt the ascension, not to mention keep the earl’s daughter, Belinda, from becoming a demon sacrifice. Making such a show of ferocious reprimands insulted their brave and selfless efforts. If not for the fact that he was her best friend’s father, she might have indulged her desire to pull a sai blade from her boot and slice his throat.

As if Lord Clayton, the Earl of Shafton, needed to attract more attention, he waved his hands. “You had one mission, to keep the master from entering our world. All you had to do was kill one demon, but you failed. You should all be shot for treason. Treason!”

His bright red face gave her hope his heart might fail and save her the trouble of killing him.
Other hunters at the table murmured, but no one spoke out.

Everyone in this room is to blame. You had the perfect opportunity to end this mess. Now
the master is free of his realm and living in ours. It’s only a matter of time before he is strong enough to destroy everything we hold dear. When your families are killed mercilessly, will you sit here so unrepentant about failing in your duty?”

“Father, really.” Belinda Thurston rolled her eyes.

Lillian missed Reece’s steadying presence. Reece might have even been able to stop his lordship’s tirade with a few quick-witted remarks. Her partner had nearly died, and now lay upstairs recovering from demon poisoning.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me, Belinda. You are equally to blame. You were with the master for days and made no attempt to destroy him.”

Gabriel, Belinda’s husband, bristled. It was of course a ridiculous statement. The Earl of Tullering was not used to public abuse of his family. “Just a minute, my lord. You are out of order. Belinda was in no position to defeat the demon master. The information she gathered will be very helpful in our eventual victory.”

Shafton pointed a fat finger. “I do not want to hear about information that will take years to decipher. You, Tullering, are by far the most culpable. You and that woman”—he pointed at Lillian—“made a conscious choice not to destroy the master.”

Lillian reached toward her boot and let the hard steel of her sai blade handle bring her comfort. One second and Shafton’s head could be rolling down the long table and land in Drake Cullum’s lap.

Besides Shafton, Drake and his assistant, Dorian Lambert, were the only ones present who had not been at the battle. Their leader, Drake, had attended to assign new orders to the hunters.

Shafton said, “You could have destroyed the beast as it rose and was weakened. I know you had the opportunity, but you chose to save yourself. It was selfish and stupid.”

Lillian could kill him and no one would be able to stop her. Of course, there were  always
consequences when dealing with men in power. She’d lose her home within The Company. Yet another arrogant earl would not take her from her rightful place. She was in control. It was nothing like her youth and the titled man who’d ruined her life.

Belinda said, “They saved my life, Father.”

“It was the wrong choice, Belinda. You might have cost us our one chance to stop this.” Shafton narrowed his eyes on Lillian.

Lillian said, “I can imagine your pleasure if we had allowed your only child to become the master’s sacrifice. Perhaps we should have stood by and watched until the master, with his full power rose, from the depths of hell and destroyed us all. As it is, Reece Foxjohn is still recovering from battle and the rest of us might have been sucked into the demon’s realm. But by all means, my lord, go on and tell us how you know we willfully failed on our mission. I do not recall your life being in danger that day at Fatum Manor. You were safely tucked away in your castle while the rest of us faced death or worse.”

“You are out of order, Dellacourt.” Shafton said her name as if it were a curse.

Lillian wasn’t sure when she had stood up, but clutching the leather wrapped steel, she rounded the table toward the earl. “If you have something you want to say about my abilities, my lord, I suggest you do so. I will be happy to display them for you, and we can evaluate them together.”

“Miss Dellacourt.” A warning came from the other end of the table.

“You were not there. You cannot know if we could have destroyed the master. As far as I’m concerned, we made the only choice possible under the circumstances. Maybe if your intelligence had supplied us with the location of the gateway before the master had grown so powerful, we might have been able to seal him in.”

“How dare you imply that I failed in some way? You who completely disregard orders  at will.”

She had only ever hated one man the way she despised Shafton, and he too was an earl. At

least that one was dead. Steeling her nerves, she slid the sai blade through the pocket cut in her skirt. “You speak of orders that were selfish and almost succeeded in getting your own family killed.”

“You have no right to question me or my motives.” To his credit, he faced her and stared her in the eye.

“I have every right when you point your fat finger at me.”

“Who do you think you are? I know where you come from Lillian Dellacourt. I know what you are.”

Drake Cullum pounded the table. “Shafton, that will do.” The demon hunters’ leader stood rigid, narrow-eyed. He was formidable when he was calm, but enraging him was never a good idea. He was furious now.

Had she gone too far? The idea she might have overstepped her bounds with Cullum was enough to make her relax the grip on her blade. Lillian turned and stormed from the dining room.

Shafton yelled something about not having dismissed her from the meeting.

Once in the hallway, she pulled her second blade and turned to go back in and finish what she’d started. It would be nothing to remove his pompous head from his shoulders.

Cullum stood in the doorway. He smiled at her and closed the door, baring her reentry.

Had she ever seen him smile before? No instance came to mind. She stomped toward the front entrance. She’d leave the damn castle, get her carriage, and ride like the devil back to London. Yet the one person in the world she could really talk to was a resident of Brendaligh. Holding her
full skirts with both hands, she sprinted up the curved grand staircase.

About the Author:
A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.

A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.

Multi-published in historical, paranormal, erotic and contemporary romance, A.S. is the author of The Demon Hunters series, the Psychic Mates series, and more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be brining you her brand of edgy romance for years to come.

Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden. Her babies are both rescues and include a demanding dog and a temperamental cat both of which bring constant joy and laughter.


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I love to look at covers of novels and imagine what the book might be about. And if the cover is as stunning as this one for The Deepest Well by Juliette Cross, I'm likely to just stare and forget about getting any work done. Juliette is an exceptional author and a dear friend, so I'm happy to help her spread the word about her new cover. Ogle this gorgeous cover but then be sure to read on for the blurb and for a chance to win Juliette's Rafflecopter giveaway. You'll find it after the blurb. You know what they say about good things coming to those who wait. Unfortunately, I have to wait until February next year for this. Oh well, lots of time to read all of Juliette's other wonderful books.

BLURB:

Lady Katherine Blakely is married to a monster. At the height of the London Season, she discovers how low his debauchery sinks on the night of the Weathersby Ball. This same night, she meets a charming stranger, a gentleman from top to toe, not a wolf in gallant evening dress as so many of them are. But even he is not all that he seems.

Lord George Draconis Thornton has returned from abroad as Earl of Melbourne. As the commander of the Dominus Daemonum, demon hunters set on earth to purge the world of creatures corrupting mankind, his mission is to expel the demon prince, Damas, back to the underworld before he damns his last remaining descendant. But a golden-haired beauty derails his plans. Determined to save her from an abusive marriage, he loses his way. And the price for his failure will be the greatest loss he has felt in all the centuries he has lived on earth.

Captured by Damas, Lady Katherine falls too far—into the hands of a seductive demon prince determined to own her, body and soul. When George finds her in his lair, will he want the tainted woman she has become? When she’s taken back to earth, will she purge away her past and rise from the ashes? George knows of only one way to save her soul, but the cost will break her heart…and his own. 

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EXCERPT FOR TO WOO A WICKED WIDOW

Several hours later, the moon had risen high in the sky when Charlotte and Edward slowed for another toll gate.  They had passed through four already and after the first one Charlotte had turned the bag of coins over to Edward to take care of the fees. A twinge in her hip, an ache in her thigh muscle told her that her body had begun to feel the strain of constant motion in the saddle. When they finally stopped, she doubted she would want to climb back on Sophie.

Pulled down to a slow walk, her horse nickered, and from somewhere behind the toll gate another one answered. Charlotte patted her and glanced at Edward who had dismounted and was knocking on the door of the toll house.

The door jerked open. A huge hand grasped Edward’s shoulder and pulled him inside.

“Edward!” Charlotte dropped the reins peeled her aching leg from around the horn of the side saddle and slid to the ground.

“Ha, got ya!”

As soon as her boots hit the dirt, two men appeared from nowhere, grabbed her arms, and hustled her toward the toll booth. She pulled back and forth, trying to break free, but their big hands clamped down on her like a vise.

“Edward! Edward! Help! Someone, help.” Charlotte shrieked as they dragged her toward the building. Dear Lord, they must be highwaymen. She had heard sickening stories about the dangerous criminals who roamed the roads, preying on unlucky travelers. Her stomach twisted.

At the threshold they loosened their grip to get her through the door. Charlotte swung around and raked her fingernails down one man’s face.

He let out a yelp and pushed her away from him, into the house.

She wheeled toward the other man, bent on a similar attack but stopped, shocked at the tableau before her.

Oh, I want to know what Charlotte saw! And good on her for fighting off her would-be kidnappers. Now, how about a look at  her story in Crashing Into Love. I love the premise of stories of survival and love.

BLURB FOR CRASHING THROUGH TIME:

More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time.

Corrine MacGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.

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