MARKED BY AN ASSASSIN Blog Barrage ~ Felicity Heaton

Marked by an Assassin Blog Barrage - Felicity HeatonMarked by an Assassin, the eighth book in New York Times best-seller Felicity Heaton’s hot paranormal romance series, Eternal Mates, is now available in ebook and paperback. To celebrate the release, she’s holding a FANTASTIC GIVEAWAY at her website and sharing sneak peeks of the book.

Find out how to enter the Marked by an Assassin international giveaway (ends November 15th) and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website, where you can also download a 4 chapter sample of the novel: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/marked-by-an-assassin-paranormal-romance-novel.php

Here’s more about Marked by an Assassin, including an excerpt from this paranormal romance novel.

Marked by an Assassin by Felicity Heaton

A snow leopard shifter exiled from his pride twenty years ago, Harbin treads the dark path of life as an assassin, driven by a hunger for vengeance, mercilessly hunting the Archangel members who attacked his kin, murdering his mother and sister.

When a new contract comes in and the mark is a snow leopard shifter, he can’t resist venturing into the mortal world on a personal mission to find out why one from a normally peaceful species now has a price on their head. What he finds in a rundown nightclub isn’t quite what he expects—a beautiful snow leopard female that awakens a fierce hunger inside him.

Aya has spent seventeen years living in London, immersed in the underbelly of the fae world, keeping her head down and her tail out of trouble. But when trouble walks right into her life in the form of a sinfully handsome, dangerous assassin, she is pulled into a whirlwind of events that stir up the nightmares of her past but might just give her a shot at putting those ghosts to rest—if she can resist the dark allure of a male she knows is her fated mate.

Can Harbin and Aya resist the passionate fire that blazes between them as they chase the vengeance they both crave? Or will they surrender to their deepest desires?

Marked by an Assassin is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback. Find the links to your preferred retailer at: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/marked-by-an-assassin-paranormal-romance-novel.php

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Excerpt

Screams erupted in the club and he sensed the swarm of signatures rushing towards him, crowding him and pushing at his control. He snarled through his short fangs, trying to warn them away, needing the space they were consuming in their mad panic.

Harbin flicked his eyes open and they settled on a male clad in black combat gear similar to what he wore when he was carrying out the final phase of a mission.

Only this male was no fae or demon.

He was mortal.

Archangel.

Emotions bombarded Harbin on seeing the two dozen strong mortal males surging through the room, firing on the fae in it with tranquiliser guns and crossbows, or lashing out with their black batons.

He pushed from his stool, his left leg aching under the sudden weight, and growled as he shoved the people attempting to flee away from him, clearing a space around him.

His claws lengthened at the same time as his fangs.

A young male demon went down hard at the edge of the dance floor, a dart sticking out of his left shoulder.

Harbin’s blood burned, his heart labouring as he struggled to get enough air into his lungs. He shook with a need to unleash his snow leopard side and tear through the room, the urge stronger than it had ever been, fuelled by the constant awareness of the weaker female in the club with him.

His gaze sought her, locating her as she broke free of the throng of people to his left and made a run for it. She was agile and swift as she darted through the people, and he silently willed her to make it unseen to the main exit where a large male he recognised as a fellow shifter was stumbling into the club, shaking his head as he tried to rid it of the lingering effect of whatever dart the hunters had used on him.

They should have plugged him with more than one.

The big bear roared as he tore off his t-shirt and Harbin cursed him as all the hunters swung towards him.

Two males spotted the female.

Harbin pushed off, unable to ignore the pressing need to protect her.

One of the hunters hit her with a dart in her right thigh. She stumbled, a high shriek leaving her lips, but kept running, limping towards the bear as he started to shift. The second hunter pursued her.

Harbin growled and hobbled faster, cursing himself now. He needed to shift, his cat form being his stronger one in this situation, but he couldn’t when his tibia was still healing. The shift would break the weakened bone, leaving him in a worse condition than he was now and making it impossible for him to fight.

The second male caught the female as she slowed, the drugs taking effect, and Harbin flinched as the hunter dealt a blow across the back of her head with his baton. She crumpled, hitting the floor in a tangled heap.

Pain pierced Harbin’s right arm and hip, but it felt like little more than a brief sting as memories surged in response to seeing the female go down.

They rolled through him, ripping an agonised howl from his throat as he stumbled forwards, blinded by the pain and the fury, filled with a hunger to destroy every Archangel hunter he could see.

This was his fault.

He had hunted down Archangel members, all of them too young to have had anything to do with the attack on his pride. He had needed the kill though. He had needed the serenity of shutting down his feelings and focusing on a mission. He hadn’t thought it would trigger an attack on the fae community, but it couldn’t be coincidence that Archangel had targeted the very club where he had been seen two nights in a row.

Someone had witnessed the attack and survived to tell the tale.

Archangel had come after him for retribution and now innocents were being dragged into a living Hell again because of him.

The male grabbed her by her arms and hauled her into them, slinging her over his shoulder.

Harbin growled weakly and kept pushing forwards through the emptying club.

Several of the hunters left, carrying unconscious fae in pairs. At the exit, three were attempting to handle the bear shifter. Five darts stuck out of his bare chest and a nervous hunter embedded a sixth before a braver one dared to approach the slumbering brute.

A sudden sinking sensation washed through Harbin as he realised that the hunters were leaving, taking his quarry with them. His stomach squirmed, his instincts telling him to flee while he had the chance, to save his skin and escape whatever nightmare awaited the poor bastards at the hands of the Archangel hunters.

He pinned his feet to the floor and scrubbed a hand across his blurry eyes, trying to see the female as his body battled the effects of the drugs.

She hung limp over the shoulder of the hunter, her head lolling around and arms swaying with each measured step he took.

It would be easy to turn away, to slink into the shadows and wait for the tranquilisers to wear off. His body was already purging them, too strong for the puny doses they had used on him.

He sighed.

Shook his head.

He couldn’t.

Not only because he had gotten her into this mess, but because he didn’t know which facility Archangel would take her to and he would lose her if he let the hunters take her now. He might never find her again and he had promised Hartt that he would carry out his part of the mission.

He had vowed that he would remain close to her until Hartt and Fuery came to finish the job with him.

He had to keep that promise if he was going to keep his reputation as one of the best assassins in the guild. He had never lost a mark, and he wasn’t going to start now.

Not even when it meant placing himself in the hands of the hunters he despised.

He scanned the room and spotted a lone male hunter at the back, struggling with a large unconscious male. His gut churned, every instinct he possessed screaming at him to run in the opposite direction. He couldn’t. He had to get caught too.

A small part of him, a piece of him that refused to die now, whispered that his reasons ran deeper than a need to keep tabs on his mark and fulfilling his part of the mission. He wanted to get caught so he could ensure that she was unharmed by Archangel. He didn’t want to let her be alone in that terrible place.

He needed to be there too.

Harbin roared and hurled himself at the young hunter. The male turned, wide brown eyes filled with panic, and swiftly raised his compact crossbow. Harbin saw the flash of the dart, felt the sting as it pierced his chest, and grunted as he stumbled a step. He pushed onwards, lumbering towards the male, desperate to force him into firing again. He needed the oblivion the tranquilisers offered. He would lose his mind if he had to do this capture and transport in a semi-drugged state. His memories would destroy what little sanity he had left.

A second hunter dropped his quarry and joined the first, lashing out with a baton.

Harbin staggered right as the blow connected with the left side of his head, pain ricocheting around his skull and turning the world hazy for a moment. He tried to retain his balance, his injured leg crumpled beneath him, and he hit the tacky club floor hard.

The two males closed in and every instinct he possessed commanded him to shift and fight. He shut his eyes and surrendered instead, allowing the hunters to crack their batons across his arms and head as he curled into a ball on his side. His snow leopard side pushed for freedom, writhing beneath his skin, wild with a need to attack and protect himself. It took every shred of his will to keep still and take the beating, to not retaliate and kill the males who were battering him.

He would find them and kill them, after he had fulfilled his mission.

His strength faded as the tranquilisers began to take hold, numbing him but not quickly enough to stop the need to escape the hunters and their vile clutches, and the thought of waking to find himself at the mercy of Archangel from driving him mad.

Shattered memory fragments bombarded him, filling his mind with a broken replay of blood on snow, crimson drenching white, and the black blur of the hunters who had attacked his kin. He saw their faces, heard their last gasps as he choked the life from them, staring into their eyes so he was the last thing they saw.

He saw her.

The blonde Archangel huntress mocked him with the pretty smile that had addled his lust-fogged alcohol-impaired brain, luring him under her spell in the small bar in the town nearest to the mountain where his pride had lived in safety for centuries.

A peace he had shattered because he had been too full of himself, as headstrong and hot-blooded as his father had always told him he was. He had been too blinded by lust to see the warning signs, had been too tempted by the sinful beauty and the thought of satisfying his carnal hungers.

His pain dulled as he slipped into a daze, the tranquiliser dose not enough to knock him out, leaving him at the mercy of his memories. They ran on a constant twisted replay, tormenting him, driving him insane with a need to hunt and kill, a hunger that he was powerless to satisfy in his drugged state. He weakly banged his head against the hard floor, seeking oblivion in order to escape his past, but he didn’t have the strength to knock himself out.

He was vaguely aware of the hunters as they dragged him from the room, and the faint smell of gasoline as they loaded him into a truck. Lucidity came and went, giving him brief glimpses of holding cells in a darkened space, each filled with an unconscious fae or demon, before the past came rushing back to swallow him.

Each time it hit him, it drove him back under the violent tide of his memories. They battered him, turning him inside out with emotions that were still raw, his pain and fury yet to fade. He tried to growl whenever the blonde huntress flashed across his mind, tried to change the course of events whenever he saw her leaning in to kiss him, her emerald eyes glittering with desire, but no sound left his lips and nothing he did could alter the past.

The truck shifted, jostling him so he rolled against the cold metal bars of his cell. The feel of them pressing against his back and the thought of where he was heading combined to overpower him. Fear closed in despite his years of training and honing his abilities as an assassin, the emotion too strong to deny as it swept through him, swamping his mind and flooding it with images of what might await him and the other unlucky bastards in the truck with him when they reached the facility.

He tried to move, his instincts screaming at him to break free, to not allow Archangel to take him into a facility where he would be tortured and would possibly die. He hadn’t survived this long, hadn’t borne the pain for twenty agonising years for it to end here at their hands.

He wouldn’t let them win.

He snarled and shuffled, managed to get his hands beneath him and convince his body to obey his foggy mind, but he didn’t have the strength to push himself off the grotty floor. His arms gave out beneath him, his left shoulder hitting the floor hard enough to rip a pained yelp from his lips.

A hunter near the back muttered something and cautiously stalked forwards, heading in his direction.

He attempted to feign unconsciousness, but the pain in his shoulder was too intense, the fresh metallic tang of blood permeating the air telling him he had torn the wound open again. He gritted his teeth against it, his jaw muscles flexed, and the next thing he knew was a sharp sting in the right side of his chest as a dart impacted. Strange cold stole through him, numbing as it crept outwards from the impact point.

Darkness claimed him.

A brief, sweet moment of oblivion.

Followed by a rude blast of cold water.

Harbin snarled and tried to back away from the powerful jet, but a wall blocked his escape. He barked out his pain as the icy water thundered against his injured shoulder and then coughed as it struck his face, getting in his mouth and up his nose. He flinched away from it, curling against the wall, but it didn’t stop his assailants. They kept up with their torment, hosing him down where he sat on the frigid tiles of what seemed to be a bright room.

As they ran the hose down his body, he barked again, fire and lightning rocketing up his leg bones as the jet reached his ankle. He growled a curse and swung his gaze towards them, narrowing his silver eyes on them as he breathed hard, struggling against his need to leap to his feet and rip them to shreds.

The two young male hunters lost their smiles, their dark eyes turning wary as they backed off in unison.

Without a word, the one with the hose switched it off and made a swift exit, followed by his companion.

Harbin panted through the pain and gritted his teeth as he looked down at his left leg. The bastards had removed his cast, exposing the deep bruises that marked his skin and leaving him in danger of re-breaking his tibia if he put too much weight on it. He wouldn’t be fighting them any time soon, that was for sure. He needed a few more days before he could risk more than hobbling.

He huffed.

The bastards knew what they were doing. They knew what he was.

Who he was.

Not only had they taken his cast, which he would have easily stripped back to its base parts to get his hands on the metal rods to use them as makeshift batons, but they had taken his clothes.

They had removed everything he might have used as a weapon against them.

He flexed his fingers and smiled coldly as his claws extended.

Everything except his built-in arsenal anyway.

A shadow flickered out of the corner of his eye and he lowered his hands and looked towards the only exit in the white room.

A larger male blocked the door, his rugged face set in grim lines that Harbin felt matched his own expression. They had sent an assassin to deal with him, one of their finest no doubt. Only the best for him.

He bared his fangs at the male.

The bastard simply raised the dart gun in his hand and squeezed the trigger.

Four times.

Marked by an Assassin is available from Amazon Kindle, Kobo Books, Barnes and Noble Nook, Apple iBooks stores and other retailers. Also available in paperback.

Find all the links, a fantastic 4 chapter downloadable sample of the book, and also how to enter the giveaway and be in with a shot of winning a $75, $50 or $25 gift certificate at her website: http://www.felicityheaton.co.uk/marked-by-an-assassin-paranormal-romance-novel.php

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Author Bio

Felicity Heaton

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

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

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:

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Broken Road (Breaking Black #2) by Addison Kline

TITLE : BROKEN ROAD 
AUTHOR : ADDISON KLINE 
GENRE: ROMANTIC SUSPENSE 
It is often said that time heals all wounds. The words are spoken like a promise… A vow. These words are said to people who have been beaten down to their lowest state. To the poor souls who have nothing left to lose. Whispered into the ear of a grieving daughter, told with a shrug to a man who has nothing left to live for.
These are dangerous people.
The down-trodden. The grieving. The ones who love more people dead than alive.
The words should never be uttered. Not to the ones who have no solid ground on which to stand upon, no rail in which to clasp. The white-knuckled moments of life have come to be expected rather than feared.
“Time heals all wounds.”
The words are an insult. A slap in the face… and around here, they’ll get you hurt. For Averi McClain and her husband Colt, there were few deeper insults.
In the wake of Black Horse’s death, a war has erupted. The Seventy Devils are scattered and on alert, gnawing at the bit for the go-ahead to strike. They would not hesitate to spill the blood of anyone who stood in their way of recompense. They knew they would need to act fast if they wanted to come out on top. Colt was not the kind of guy that you slept on. He’d stop at nothing to protect his family and he was lethal whether he was heavily armed or going toe to toe, bare knuckled beat-down style. Colt did have Black Horse’s blood coursing through his veins, after all. But then, so did Jimmy, and he is ready to show everyone that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree… in fact, they appear to have formed on the same poisoned branch.
As leader of the Devils, Jimmy had seventy miscreants to do his bidding – and three goals in which he needed to achieve:
1. Avenge Black Horse
2. Kill Colt McClain and Randy Ford
3. Take Averi for his own
Jimmy has another thing coming if he thinks victory is easily won. Will Colt and Averi’s broken road end in tragedy? Or will they be the ones to banish the devils straight to hell? When the demons of the past rise up, can Colt and Randy face them fearless and determined? Whatever happens, don’t expect Colt and Randy to stand alone. Buckle up. The broken road makes for one hell of a ride.
COMING SOON !

4 stars

~Broken souls needs love too~

**ARC received, read and reviewed for Be My Book Boyfriend**

With Blackhorse dead, Averi and Colt can look forward to a

new life of peace and love… (inserts the sound of slamming brakes).

Addison Kline baits your hook with a nice fat juice worm,

dangles it in front of you daring you to bite and when you do,

she pulls you in to the end.

Broken Road a story of a combined brokenness, deep soul

wrenching pain, and a united need of love. Black Horse son, that know

one knew. He is about to change that and pick up the gauntlet of

his father in the name of revenge and winning the ultimate prize:

Averi (it doesn’t matter she’s hopelessly in love with Colt)

Broken Road you’ve met Randy Averi’s brother, now meet Cheyenne and feel

the sense of betrayal and pain Randy endures and how he locks down his heart

and feelings, but will it do any good. Cheyenne’s calmess only comes from Randy.

Can one broken soul, heal a shattered spirit.

A bevy of wonderful characters, New and old. Endurance of pain

the completeness of love and being loved.

Addison Kline is an award winning, best selling novelist who writes mystery,
psychological thrillers and romantic suspense novels. She lives in
Pennsylvania with her husband, their sons and two rambunctious dogs.
Addison has had a love affair with the written word since before she
entered school. Her grandmother taught her the glory of taking an
adventure in the pages of a book. When Addison isn’t writing, you can
find her reading, going for an adventure with her sons, or traveling
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The Hunt for Eros by ~~Sam J.D. Hunt

The Hunt for Eros

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Trust No One…
Young preschool teacher Jane Andrews is awakened in the middle of the night by a mysterious phone call that drags her into a quest for an enigmatic sculpture that rivals anything she’d ever read about in her beloved romantic adventure novels.

Jane travels to Cambridge, England to retrieve the sculpture, her inheritance from a colorful uncle, and meets the handsome art expert Ben Hunt, a wealthy explorer and collector who lives on the edge, both in the art world and in his erotic exploits. Jane and Ben set out to follow the clues left by her great-uncle in search of what may be a priceless work of art, but the hunt for the missing Eros is far from easy. Their path is full of twists and turns, relentlessly pursued by those who would stop at nothing to possess what they desire. Nothing is at it seems, and dark secrets from the past threaten to destroy them both. Trust no one, she was warned from the grave, and it soon becomes clear to Jane that this includes the charismatic man she is falling for.

The Hunt for Eros is a thrilling, sexy story of intrigue, suspense, and adventure. If you enjoy cultural travel quest stories like The Da Vinci Code, you’ll love this erotic twist on the genre.

Due to strong language and frequent, explicit sexual scenes, The Hunt for Eros is intended for mature audiences only, 18 years and older. This is a standalone erotic romance novel of approximately 57,000 words with a happily ever after ending.

Contains frequent profanity, voyeurism, multiple partners, group scenes, mild bondage, oral, anal, and exhibitionism. This is NOT a BDSM novel.

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My Review

I’ve read her work before and loved them, The authors makes one thinks that it easy easy to write. Her smooth transition between genre’s is noted of a talented writers.

Who doesn’t love a treasure hunt? Oh Plain Jane, maybe not so plain has been left a item part of her late uncles will. She is off to new adventures as she is left to find what is called “Cupid”.

Ben Hunt our answer to bad boy with a twist of posh, after all its Britain. With his vast knowledge of the Arts, Jane allows him to sweep her away into the amazing world of art, deception, decadence in some parts. With Jane’s limited sexual knowledge, Ben gives her a crash course in freak me 101.

A wonderful story that has wonderful characters. Its a stand alone and just about the perfect length, the story flowed and I found myself both laughing and gasping. A big does of bit of kinky, a bit of suspense and danger along with some twists.

**A fun read and glad I had the opportunity to have the ARC gifted to me and to give my honest review.**

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Sam J.D. Hunt authors her own fresh brand of erotica, filled with hot, steamy sex, plenty of humor, and refreshingly different characters that you will both relate to and fall in love with. Her first series, The Thomas Hunt Series, dabbles in mild BDSM role-play, following a young male submissive graduate student who falls in love with his very non-traditional Dominant, Samantha Drake. Their journey to happily ever after is complicated by her desire to maintain control even as his playful, energetic side challenges her desire for order. As Sam struggles to surrender control and Thomas discovers his own Dominant side, they are whisked into an adventure that takes them through unexpected twists and turns.

When the first series completes in late 2014, Hunt plans to pen an art-adventure series set in Cambridge, England. The second series will feature the wealthy art acquirer Ben Hunt, a kinky playboy who struggles to reform when he meets the unlikely love of his life, the simple American girl who falls into his life, Jane. Hunt also has a fighter pilot series in the works, which features a strong, curvy heroine in addition to an Alpha male man in uniform.

Hunt’s writing always combines true love with laugh-out-loud funny scenes, authentic settings and culture, and explicit panty-soaking sex. Hunt also publishes Aunt Kitty’s Prude’s Erotica on her blog, www.sjdhunt.com. You can find her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/SJDHunt, on twitter at @sjd_hunt, and on her Amazon author page at www.amazon.com/author/samhunt.

Hunt is a frequent traveler and lover of art, literature, coffee, and wine. She calls Las Vegas home with her husband, the inspiration for the young Thomas Hunt, and two children.

Trinity Blacio’s ~ The Fantasy is Alive series~

Laying Claim to the Soul:
Book Two of the Fantasy is Alive Series
by Trinity Blacio

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Everyone wants adventure in their lives, except Tabatha. She just wants a normal life. Instead, Tabby has someone trying to kill her and everything she loves. And she has attracted the attention of three supernatural males – a wolf shifter, a demon man, and a dragon-alien enforcer who patrols the alternate worlds that Tabby had no idea were even out there. And they all want to marry her.

Then there is the fact that one of her best friends is some kind of god with way too much power.

Yea, normal would be nice.

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Possession of the Soul

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Can one woman handle a foursome made up of an Anasazi god,

a demon and an alpha werewolf as lovers?

Ever since Tabatha’s family was murdered, she’s always faced things head-on,

but now those killers and their allies are trying to kill her, too.

As the foursome works to solve the mystery of Tabatha’s special purpose,

Wol-itelm, Chax and Hoyt must battle the enemy when it strikes their home.

Snakes, wayward demons, and opposing were-clans attack Tabatha every

chance they get. All three of Tabatha’s mates must come together to fight these enemies to save the woman they love.

Can they save her, and can they also tame their wild female both in

bed and out of it?

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Trinity Blacio has been writing now professionally for ten years. Currently she has available titles from Freya’s Bower, Ravenous Romance, and Riverdale Anenue Books with more to come. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers, and helping fellow authors.

One of Trinity’s strongest beliefs is that no matter how small or big an author is, they should always help each other in the profession. With this idea in mind she has created a place where authors, editors, publishers, and anyone in the publishing business can come together to help each other.

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She lives in Wellington, Ohio and shares with her two children, Cheyenne and Rudy, two cats Smokey and Missy. When Trinity has time you can find her reading all sorts of romance novels. But as you have figured out her favorite are Dark Fantasy, Erotic, Menage, Erotic Horror.

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Ker Dukey’s ~~ Empathy Box Set

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Amazon reviewers have been raving about this bestselling series.

Now for the first time B&N and iBook users can see what kindle users have been saying is “one of the best mind f*ucks you’ll ever read!”

The box set is specially priced at 99¢/99p for release week ONLY.

This is the entire Empathy series including, Empathy, Desolate, Vacant and Deadly.

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Empathy (Empathy #1)

…the ability to understand and share the feelings of another.
Seriously at a lost for words… the story seeps in and spills over around the edges of your consciousness. Ker has this talent… she throws the bait out in front of you practically opens your mouth for you…https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1134478332

Desolate (Empathy #2)

…Ker is amazing! The ability to twist your insides and make you want to continue to read.. a story that will consume you right to the end.
If you’ve read Ker before you know she loves her brothers.. so this is Ryan’s story.. yep he got his own story the mental way to smart deliberate monster https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1134478059

Vacant (Empathy #2.5)

Uncle Ryan may not be there physically but he is so deep in her head and his voice seems so real, A voice telling her what to do.
There was this one part that was said “she can’t be fixed”.. Never a truer statement I think. Sometimes the things that are broken can’t be fixed, its best to leave then to their own devices…yes? https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1223919212

Deadly (Empathy #3)

How does one recover from Deadly? Demented only begins to cover my thoughts as I jot down of few words for an amazing, totally **cked in a good/bad way, leaving you needing to pick up a book about rainbows and unicorns. Just to make the bad ooze off your skin.

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I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that i tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

You can find me on Facebook where I love interacting with my readers.

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New Release~ Miami Inferno ~ by Elle Boon

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A Wounded Temptress
Angelina Rugiero loved Lorenzo Delgado with a budding woman’s passion, until he broke her heart. Now she has the life she always dreamed of, or so she thought.

A Determined Man
Lorenzo has loved Angel for years. He knew that he had to wait for her to grow up. With one thoughtless act on the night of her eighteenth birthday, he destroyed all hopes of a future, leaving him devastated….and determined to make things right.

A Love That Can’t Be Denied

As Angel goes home to Miami one last time, Lorenzo realizes this is his opportunity to prove his love. Can they have the life they’d always wanted together, or will a man bent on revenge destroy their happily ever after before it begins?

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“Is there anyone else who wants to step up as my partner? Going once, going twice, and sold to the…” Angel stopped.

“Sorry, boys, this one’s mine,” Lorenzo said, speaking into the microphone and wrapping his arm around her waist as he tossed the mic back.

The DJ immediately began playing a latin number. His mother always said he’d danced in the womb for nine months, and came out ready to go. Lorenzo could believe it, too. He loved music, the way the beat pounded through the room making people move with it. To him, dancing was like making love to a beautiful woman. All you had to do was listen to the music, whether it was a fast song with instruments, or a sweet woman’s voice. You only had to move your body and guide them with a strong hand.

Angelina danced her body close to his as soon as the song started, and then moved away. Her breasts scorched him through the thin material of his designer shirt. Her hand fit inside his larger one, her head barely reached his shoulders even in her extremely tall, fuck me heels. There were no other words for the things on her feet. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, just looked over his shoulder, giving him a blank smile while pretending to get into the right position.

He yanked her body flush with his, feeling all her soft parts fit his harder planes, making him even more aware of their differences.

Moving them farther across the dance floor, away from prying eyes, he led them in a dance so sensual, so erotic, his pants became too tight. Her breathing was labored and her skin looked flushed. He was glad to not be the only one affected.

Hard to believe he’d dreamed of dancing with her on that fateful night five years ago. Even harder to believe was the reality was so much better than the dream. Only now he didn’t feel like a pervert.

She was not his sister, nor was she a child anymore. When her eyes still avoided his, he exerted more pressure on her back. Their bodies touched and stayed connected. With his other hand, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes or close her own. Either way, she had to acknowledge him.

Her body trembled in his embrace, not in fear he was sure. Turning them around, he inserted his leg between her thighs, and subtly rubbed back and forth. His palm slid down her back, fingers curving to fit her rear, while his thumb rested at the top of her shorts, stroking the silky skin beneath the tank.

Her pulse visibly jerked at his touch. She licked her lips, like her mouth had gone dry. His dark eyes finally connected with her emerald green irises and held, her pupils dilated, glowing like tiny chips of green fire.

His own flared with desire and carnal heat. Lorenzo wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another, and that was saying a lot.

Their bodies undulated, mimicking what he’d like to do with her, sans clothes. Her moves matched his, and upped him every time. With her face still held in his hand, he examined every inch of her beautiful features, committing them to memory. After what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny, he dipped his head, covered her shiny mouth with his and kissed her passionately. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting, savoring the sweetness and heat within.

Angelina shuddered, and heat exploded in his groin, coursing through his blood.

His tongue licked the inside of her lower lip, teeth nipped at the corner of her mouth and he felt her surrender. He drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking the tip, the suction tight and rhythmic, reminding him of sex. He pictured his body thrusting into hers, her back arched, hips tilted, her body fitted to his. The vision so erotic he began to sweat, and still he kissed her.

When the song ended, he relinquished his hold on her face, his knee still parting her thighs, pressing up against her flesh. She was hot, surely wet, and so responsive. He gazed down into her green orbs for a long moment, stroking her flushed cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. “I plan to claim what’s mine,” he stated simply.

For a moment, she allowed her body to relax into him. He savored the feel of her soft, toned body. And then she withdrew. Even more shocking was the sense of loss he felt, his heart ached, he wanted more, needed more.

He let her move back, saw her inhale, exhale, and inhale again. Her breath escaped in a whoosh of air, hitting his chest with the warm air.

“I’m not a prize to be had, Lorenzo. You’d do best to remember that.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby.”

She narrowed her eyes like she was picturing him in a Chinese torture chamber. He thought of many ways they could both torment the other, and all of them involved a naked Angel, and him equally naked.

She turned on her heels, ass swaying so enticingly in the snug leather he whistled. Her long black hair swung around, followed by an angry look directed at him. With short, loud stomps, Angel marched back to where he stood. He contained the grin his lips wanted to do. Sparring with the little spitfire verbally, made him hotter than ever.

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Author Bio

I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest is 14 and my oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On top of that list was to become a published author. Check. Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others.

I live in the Midwest, but I”m a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently, and am known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class *WEG*.

I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination in or out of the bedroom. My hope is that after readers have read one of my stories, they fall in love with the characters as much as I have.

The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds, and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written. I truly love to hear from readers. You can find me on Twitter, Facebook or my webside, but I’m on Facebook ALL the time, so find me. I’d love to hear from you J

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***Her Vigilant Seal by Caitlyn O’Leary is LIVE!

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Her Vigilant Seal:  Midnight Delta Book 1

A Heart of Gold
Sophia Anderson takes care of everyone but herself. She will stop at nothing to keep her family safe. When she goes searching for her runaway little brother in a bad part of town, she becomes the one in need of rescue.

A White Knight
Navy SEAL, Mason Gault, faced many dangers while in the line of duty. No matter how bad a mission has gone, he finds solace in three things: His family, friends and the waves of the Pacific. When he hears a woman’s screams for help, he charges in to save her without a second thought.

A Dangerous Love
Sophia is burdened with scars from her past. Mason understands that empowering her spirit is just as important as protecting her well-being. As their love and passion soars, so do threats against her. Can Mason continue to be the compassionate white knight that she needs, while ensuring her safety?

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“Ah hell, it’s Sophia,” the cop said as he crouched next to the woman in Mason’s arms.

“How do you know her?”  Mason’s head jerked up and he eyed the cop.

“She’s been looking for her brother again.  He keeps running away from his foster home.  She’s been searching for him the last four nights.  I told her it wasn’t safe.”  Mason looked down at the unconscious woman and agreed with the patrolman’s assessment.

“How much longer before the ambulance arrives?” Mason clipped out the question.

“How bad is she?  What happened?”  The cop nodded to where Mason’s jacket was covering Sophia’s torso.

“They just got her top off, but they cut her pretty badly on the arm.  I’ve got her bandaged and most of the bleeding stopped.  She’s going to need a shit-load of stitches.  What’s the ETA on the ambulance?”  Mason shifted her gently as he again gave the cop a penetrating stare.

“It’s about fifteen more minutes.  There was a bad pile-up on the Five Freeway with fatalities.  You did good work tonight.  You military?” the cop asked as he assessed Mason.

“SEAL.”

“I was Navy too,” the cop said.  “You okay with her while I work on getting these two assholes taken care of?”  The cop nodded towards the two thugs who were sitting handcuffed in the alley and being looked after by his partner.

“I’ve got her.”  Mason looked down at Sophia again ensuring she was okay.  “What about the girl who made the call?”

“What girl?” the cop asked.

Mason looked around and realized the girl and his phone were long gone.

“There was another girl who looked like she’d been beaten too.  She got me to come over here to help.”  Mason gave the information like he was reporting to his commander.

“She must have taken off after she called for help,” the officer said.

“Oh no,” came the soft words.  Mason looked down and saw green eyes clouded with worry looking up at him.

“What?  Did you say something Sophia?” he asked.

“The girl is gone?  She’s hurt.”  It was hard to understand her through her bruised mouth.

“Settle honey, you’re hurt.  You need to stay calm and rest until the ambulance comes.”  Mason watched as she struggled to get up, and then cried out in pain.  She collapsed against him.  Fuck, it had to be her shoulder.  He’d already taken off his shirt and used it as a bandage and a tourniquet earlier.  He eased back the leather jacket that he had placed over her to see if it had come loose.

“Don’t move again, okay Sophia.”  God, when would the ambulance get here?

“You’ve got to find the girl I think they cut her too.  I’ve got to get up, I need to look for Billy.  Please don’t hold me down.  I need to get up, let me up,” she damn near screamed the last few words.  Mason realized she was delirious.  The cop looked over at him and he shook his head.

“Sophia, my name is Mason.  We’re going to get you to the hospital.  Do you understand me, honey?”  He waited to see if she was tracking.  She finally nodded.  “Good, after they’re done taking care of you, you can come look for Billy again.”  She relaxed a little, and he relaxed a little as well.

“And the girl?  Can I look for the girl too?” she begged him with big eyes.

“Yes, you can look for the girl too.”  He stroked the hair from her forehead.

“Do you promise Mason?”  She tried to lift her arm to grab the front of his jacket and let out a small shriek of pain.  “Why does it hurt?”  He saw her start to tremble and wrapped his jacket closer around her ensuring it was snug so she couldn’t move her arms any longer.

“Are you warm now?”

“Yes.  Will I be able to go to work and then look for Billy tomorrow?”  It took a moment for him to understand her, and when he did it took him a few seconds to formulate a response other than ‘Hell No’.

“I think you’re going to be in the hospital for at least a couple of days.”

“No, I hate hospitals, don’t make me go to the hospital.”  He watched as tears dripped down her temples into her silky blonde hair.

“Honey, you have to go you’ve been injured.  A doctor has to help you.”  She was trembling so bad he was worried she was going into shock.

“I can’t afford a hospital.  Can you take me home?”  God, she was breaking his heart.

“Let’s see what the doctor says first.”

Mason heard the siren and Sophia must have heard it too.  Somehow she pushed off the heavy leather coat.  “No, no ambulance, no hospital.  I have to find Billy.”  She tried getting up one last time and groaned as she put pressure on her cut shoulder.

“You’ve got to stay still.”  He couldn’t believe the compassion this woman had, here she was bleeding and bruised, almost raped, and her entire concern was for her brother and the other girl.  She was beautiful inside and out.

Just then she gripped her head where he saw a large bruise and lump forming.  He saw her green eyes begin to glaze over.  “Honey, stay with me.”  He brushed his fingers tenderly along her cheek willing her to stay awake.

“Mason’s a nice name,” her words were slurred.

Just as the EMT’s arrived she passed out.

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caitlyn oleary Author Bio

Caitlyn O’Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments before they turned them in as their own.

Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many, romances!

Happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write very steamy happily-every-afters for Siren/Bookstrand.

She has just started writing the Found series. It’s a bit Paranormal, a bit Sci-Fi and 100% Action/Adventure. The characters have special abilities, that make them targets.

She loves to hear from her readers. caitlyn@caitlynoleary.com

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