♥~~Promo Post~~♥ WITCH'S RULE by Ann Gimpel

Title: Witch’s Rule (The Witch Chronicles Book 3)

Author: Ann Gimpel

Publisher: Taliesin

Release Date: 11/7/14

Available for pre-order mid-October

Genre: Dark Paranormal Romance

Jenna falls in love with two very different men. Standing on the verge of Earth’s destruction, will she defy convention and follow the song in her heart?

Jenna’s a special witch, sort of, when her magic works, which it often doesn’t. One of three remaining demon-stalkers, she and her sister witches, Roz and Colleen, are Earth’s only hedge against being overrun by Hell’s minions. On the heels of Roz’s and Colleen’s weddings, Jenna is headed for the U.K. when a demon confronts her. Any other witch could teleport out of the plane, but not her. Frustration about her limited power eats at her. It would be pretty pathetic to get killed for lack of skills a teenager could master.

Tristan is a Sidhe warrior, but his primary gift is attunement to others’ emotions. He fell hard for Jenna, but hasn’t had an opportunity to act on their attraction beyond a few kisses because she returned to Alaska, and he’s been in the field fighting demons.

As seer for the Sidhe, Kiernan is haunted by visions, particularly an apocalyptic sending that seems to be coming true. A confirmed bachelor, he doesn’t understand his attraction to Jenna, but it’s so strong he can’t fight it, and after a while, he doesn’t even try, despite recognizing Tristan’s claim to her.

Startling truths surface about Jenna’s magic, and then there’s the problem that she’s falling in love with two very different men. At first she believes she has to pick one of them, but her spirit refuses to walk away from either. It’s impossible to choose between a seer with dreams in his eyes and a beautiful man who intuits her every need. Standing on the verge of Earth’s destruction, will she defy convention and follow the song in her heart?

…Her thoughts turned to Tristan. Before getting snared in all the demon-muck with the minion in the plane, she’d been hoping the tawny-haired Sidhe would be part of the greeting party at the airport. There were lots of possible reasons he might not have met her, but the most likely was he wasn’t interested in her—at least not that way.
Oh give it a rest. It’s not like he’s so much as called or e-mailed in the weeks since I left the U.K. I’ll just embarrass myself—and look pathetic—if I ask after him.
Ronin had said something about Tristan being assigned to one of the garrisons dealing with the Irichna who’d been running rampant through the U.K. countryside. There was at least a slender chance he couldn’t just drop everything and show up to greet her. Worse, maybe he’d been forced into the Dreaming by a demon. Sidhe were immortal, but they could be compelled to leave the human world if they were injured badly enough.
The Rolls slowed at the carved, wrought-iron gates to Ronin’s estate. Magic flashed, and they swung slowly inward. “It’s just past ten,” Colleen said. “What’s scheduled for tonight?”
“Nothing in particular, but we do need to talk,” Ronin said.
“More to the point,” Jenna spoke up, “what ground did you cover before I got here? Is there anything I need to catch up on?”
“Oh, that’s right.” Colleen turned toward her and cocked her head to one side. Like Roz, she was dressed in a fleece jacket, jeans, and lace-up boots. Far more practical clothing than Jenna’s short skirt, high-heeled boots, and inadequate jacket. “You told us your problems, but we didn’t share ours.”
A cold fist of fear closed over Jenna’s stomach and squeezed hard. “I’m not sure I want to know, but what happened?”
“Well, we got here okay,” Roz answered. “Not here, exactly. We came out above the Sidhe armory, closer to the center of town.”
“Thought we’d pick up a few Seraph blades,” Duncan noted. “Since we can’t handle iron like you witches, the blades come in handy fighting Irichna.”
Jenna cracked her knuckles in frustration. “Yes, but what happened?”
“What else?” Colleen made a sour face. “Irichna.”
“How they figured out where we’d materialize will remain one of the mysteries,” Roz mumbled. Even though her words were casual, Jenna picked up a hint of fear beneath them. She shook her head to clear an almost paralyzing fog from creeping in. What she’d been afraid of—that the Irichna employed minions to spy on them—was looking more and more real.
“How many?” she asked, her throat so dry it was hard to get the words out.
“Fortunately, only three, but they didn’t exactly lie down and cooperate,” Ronin said. He focused his next words at the driver. “Just drop the lot of us off at the main house, Kiernan. It’s probably best if we hash out a plan before everyone turns in for the night.”
“Long story short,” Colleen picked up Roz’s tale, “it took until just before we met up with the car and Kiernan to neutralize the demons and ferry two of them to the Ninth Circle of Hell. Ronin and Duncan annihilated the third one. We never did get into the armory to pick up blades for the men.”
“Does that mean the U.K. problem is solved?” Jenna asked.
“Probably not,” Duncan replied. “There are always more of those blasted buggers, no matter what we do.”
“And they show up in different forms,” Ronin added, “which makes it tough to know if these were the ones causing all the problems.”
“It’s not as if they’re a static population,” Roz said. “We’ve never been able to estimate their numbers.”
“Isn’t that the truth,” Jenna groused as the car rolled to a stop in front of Ronin’s home that looked more like a castle than anything else. Built from interlocking flagstones and huge beams of lumber, it soared five floors. Light glowed from leaded glass panes, adding a welcoming touch. Even though it was night and she couldn’t see the grounds, Jenna remembered them to be immaculate. Sidhe didn’t employ many servants. Most of the day-to-day tasks were accomplished with magic. She snorted inwardly. Maybe she could pick up a few housekeeping tips, along with whatever else the Sidhe taught her.
She exited the car behind Roz, and a thought struck her. “Aw, hell.”
“What?” Roz’s hands flew upward to draw power.
“Nothing like that,” Jenna said. “My luggage. It’s still at the airport.”
“No worries.” Ronin walked to Roz and draped an arm over her shoulders. “I’ll send someone round to fetch it.”
“You’ll have way more than us,” Colleen pointed out, “since we teleported.” She leaned toward Duncan and gave him a kiss.
Jenna glanced from one couple to the other and hoped to hell no one picked up on the emotions running through her. She was happy for her friends. Duncan and Ronin were amazing men, but the surfeit of connubial bliss underscored just how alone she was. Earlier she’d told Roz and Colleen to hurry up and produce a child or two so she could settle in as a maiden auntie and spoil them shamelessly, but nothing like that was likely to happen anytime soon. Not until they got the demons on the run.
Niall surged to her side, along with Krae and Llyr. The changeling swept unkempt black hair out of his dark eyes and caught hold of her arm. “Don’t paint the devil on the wall.”
“Huh? When did you start reading minds?”
“I’ve always been able to, and Krae showed me an easier way where I don’t have to use hardly any of my own power.”
“Really?” Jenna stopped at the top of a dozen broad stone steps and glanced at the changeling. “How?”
He grinned like an imp. “Simple. I borrow yours.”
“Thanks. It’s not polite to help yourself to people’s thoughts, though, or their magic.”
“Maybe not polite,” Niall’s grin widened, “but very interesting.”
“Humph.” Jenna pushed on the ten foot tall oak door carved with runic symbols. At first it didn’t budge, but the air brightened around her hand, and then the door swung open. Someone, likely Ronin, had done something to countermand the warding protecting his home.
Kiernan shimmered into being in the great hall. Jenna drew back and blinked in surprise. He’d obviously teleported from the driveway, but she wasn’t used to squandering power so casually. Something drew her gaze upward; by the time she realized it was Kiernan’s magic, she was looking into his blue-green eyes. They were cool, laced with mystery, but fire smoldered in their depths, as if in challenge. When she tried to look away, she couldn’t. Jenna drew herself up and squared her shoulders, but the Sidhe was still taller than her by a good few inches. “Don’t force me,” she sputtered. “If you want something, ask first.”
“I’ll keep it in mind, witch.” With a cross between a smile and a smirk, he turned and trotted into a broad, furnished hallway that ran much of the length of the downstairs. Snug black pants fit like a second skin, outlining a high, tight ass. A faded, gray T-shirt strained across his heavily-muscled back and arms. He was built like an ancient Viking warrior with shoulders so broad she could almost imagine him at the helm of a warship, shaking his fist into the teeth of a shrieking tempest. Unlike Duncan and Ronin, who kept their hair long enough to braid, Kiernan’s black locks were close-cropped, which emphasized his angular cheekbones and strong, clean-shaven jaw. Breath caught in Jenna’s throat, and her belly tightened with a rush of sexual energy.
Because she couldn’t tear her gaze away, she stared after the Sidhe. Coaxed by magic, lights flared on when he passed, and an assortment of plush leather furniture in earth tones came into view. Occasional tables laden with antique sculptures, cut crystal lamps, and other artistic pieces were scattered about. Jenna took a deep breath to ease the tingling in her nipples and then another, hoping her face wasn’t as flushed as it usually got when she was turned on. To divert herself, she spun in a circle, taking in grandeur museums would have gone rounds to own. “Where do you want us?” she asked Ronin.
“Back study,” he said as he and Roz swept past, followed by Colleen and Duncan. “It’s cozier, and we’re a small group.”
“Oh-oh.” Niall nudged her. “Better watch it. I felt that flash of energy from twenty paces.” Jenna stuck her tongue out at him, and he reached back to pinch her, edging out of the way before she could slap his fingers.
A swoosh of power behind her sent her heart into overdrive. She twirled, ready to shout at Colleen and Roz to come back and help, but the words died on her lips. Kiernan stood there beaming like a Cheshire cat. Despite the smile, he looked arrogant and dangerous, with a raw sexuality that practically held a life of its own. Breath clattered from her lungs. “But you were ahead of me,” she stammered. “Up there.” She pointed behind her and felt like an idiot.
“Observant of you.” He closed the distance between them until he stood scant inches away. The heat of his body eddied toward her, and it took all her willpower not to throw her arms around him and drag his mouth down onto hers.
“Do, er, did you want something?” Her voice came out high and squeaky, and she coughed to cover her discomfiture. As if she were drawn by invisible puppet strings, Jenna leaned toward him, so close her breasts brushed his chest, and her breath hitched uncomfortably. She clasped her hands behind her to reduce the temptation to touch him.
“I want many things, but most of all I want to get to know you better.” He ran a finger down her cheek, leaving a trail of iridescent motes that floated before her eyes. “Once we’re in with the others, there wouldn’t have been an opportunity to tell you that.”
She opened her mouth to say something, anything, to break the sexual tension that overshadowed common sense, but he dissolved into nothingness, and she was left blinking at the afterimage of where he’d stood. Jenna breathed deep to settle herself. If she was going to spend hours training with Kiernan, she had to get her libido under control, and damned fast. Otherwise she’d be so addle-brained she wouldn’t learn a thing.

Ann Gimpel is a mountaineer at heart. Recently retired from a long career as a psychologist, she remembers many hours at her desk where her body may have been stuck inside four walls, but her soul was planning yet one more trip to the backcountry. Around the turn of the last century (that would be 2000, not 1900!), she managed to finagle moving to the Eastern Sierra, a mecca for those in love with the mountains. It was during long backcountry treks that Ann’s writing evolved. Unlike some who see the backcountry as an excuse to drag friends and relatives along, Ann prefers solitude. Stories always ran around in her head on those journeys, sometimes as a hedge against abject terror when challenging conditions made her fear for her life, sometimes for company. Eventually, she returned from a trip and sat down at the computer. Three months later, a five hundred page novel emerged. Oh, it wasn’t very good, but it was a beginning. And, she learned a lot between writing that novel and its sequel.

Around that time, a friend of hers suggested she try her hand at short stories. It didn’t take long before that first story found its way into print and they’ve been accepted pretty regularly since then. One of Ann’s passions has always been ecology, so her tales often have a green twist.

In addition to writing, Ann enjoys wilderness photography. She lugs pounds of camera equipment in her backpack to distant locales every year. A standing joke is that over ten percent of her pack weight is camera gear which means someone else has to carry the food! That someone is her husband. They’ve shared a life together for a very long time. Children, grandchildren and three wolf hybrids round out their family.

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♥~~Release Day Blitz + Giveaway~~♥ UNCONTROLLABLE by Shantel Tessier

Uncontollable Synopsis

Slade thought that life would start to settle down now that Samantha had agreed to be his wife. He had landed the girl of his dreams. What could possibly go wrong?   One by one, things start to happen, and he does everything he can to protect his Angel.   There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.   But he could never have imagined that their lives were going to get so...Uncontrollable
 Loyalty will be tested
Love will be tainted
Boundaries will be crossed
Hearts will be shattered
Lies will be told
Secrets will be revealed
Slade and Samantha’s story comes to an end. Will their love get them through what they never saw coming?    

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Excerpt

**WARNING CONTAIN ADULT MATERIAL 18+ ONLY**

SAMANTHA I walk calmly into the small airplane bathroom and lock the door. Leaning over the tiny hole that they call a sink, I try to readjust my boobs in my bra. Once the girls are pushed up, I pull my blue shirt down a bit. After I feel they are showing a little more, I lean back and start to run my hands through my long dark hair, trying to scrunch it at the roots. When it has some volume, I lick my lips and give myself a smile in the tiny mirror.  I can’t believe I’m about to do this! I take a look around and frown when I realize this may not even be possible. What the hell am I thinking? Will Slade even be able to stand up in here? I smile when I hear a faint knock on the door. Biting my lip, I open the door slowly to make sure it is the person that I want knocking on this door. There stands the man I love, dressed in a tight white t-shirt showing off his wide chest and muscular arms. My eyes wander down his blue jeans and tennis shoes. He gets my attention when he leans his tall frame against the open door as those baby blue eyes look down at me. “Excuse me, ma’am. Is there room for two in there?” Slade asks with a straight face.   Ma’am? “So proper,” I say with a smile. His eyes bore into mine, and he leans his head down to whisper, “I assure you, Angel, there is nothing proper about the thoughts I’m having about you right now.” He reaches up and runs the pad of his finger over my cleavage, and I smile to myself for giving them a little air to breathe. “Bringing the big guns out to play, are you?” He smiles, knowing what I have been doing in here. I laugh and grab a hold of his hand to pull him through the door. “Shit!” he hisses when he hits his head on the door frame. “Sorry,” I say through laughter. “I didn’t think this through very well.” His strong arms grab a hold of mine, and he pushes me up against the now closed door. “It’ll work.” He reaches around me and locks it. His lips slam down onto mine as he runs one of his hands up my back; the other still tightly gripping my hip. I lift my hands up into his messy hair and grab a hold of him. I try to lift my leg around his hip but realize there’s not enough room. I bring my leg down but my heel gets caught in his jeans. “Ow,” he whines, pulling back as I scrape it across his leg. “What the hell was that?” he asks trying to turn and see what nicked him. “My heel. Are you okay?” I ask concerned. He nods and then says, “Take them off.” “Then we will just trip over them,” I argue shaking my head. “Take them off.” He demands this time. I roll my eyes, but do as he says, trying to kick them to the other side of the bathroom. “Happy now?” I ask looking up at him. Sometimes I hate how short I am compared to him. I’m five-foot-four, and he’s six-foot-two. My six inch heels usually help me out with that. He gives me a cocky smile that reminds me why I told him to meet me in here in the first place. I grab his clean shaven face and bring his lips back down to mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, letting him know that I’m ready for him to get this show on the road. He pulls me away from the door and spins me around in the tight space, causing me to trip over my heels. We go falling into the counter and sink. “Fuck,” he growls into my mouth as he hits his head again. I pull back to speak, but he places his finger over my mouth. “Don’t even think about saying it,” he says, narrowing his eyes down at me. I told you so! I should have just kept the damn things on. “Maybe we should stop, this may kill us,” I say only somewhat kidding. He leans back into me and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth to nibble on it. “I would die one very happy man,” he mumbles as his hot, intoxicating, minty breath lands on my lips. I let out a little giggle as I try to locate my heels on the floor with my foot so I can push them further away from us. The sound of them hitting plastic echoes in the small bathroom as I reach down to unzip my jeans. He pulls his lips away from mine so he can look down at me, his face serious now. “But are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. I frown. “This was my idea.” He runs his hands up my back and grabs a handful of my hair at the base of my neck. My head jerks back as a whimper leaves my lips. “I don’t want you to be injured, though.” His lips brush my neck, and I feel his teeth bite into the soft flesh as his hand tightens in my hair; his actions going against his words. I groan. “I’m not afraid of a few bruises.” My words come out breathless as my heart pounds in my chest. He pulls me away from the counter and spins us around, slamming my back against the small wall, and I feel it give a little from his force. Hope the people on the other side can’t hear us. “That’s one of the things I love about you,” he whispers in my ear. “What’s that?” I lick my lips as I take in a deep breath. He lets go of my hair and moves his hands to work on the button and zipper of my jeans, which I had abandoned. “That you are always up for whatever I want to do to you.” He jerks my jeans down over my hips along with my underwear, and I shake one leg out the best that I can. He then reaches for his own pants and releases his hard dick from behind his zipper. The sight of it has my mouth watering and my heart racing. He slides a hand up my inner thigh and then slides a finger between my folds to open me up. “Always so fucking wet,” he growls in my ear. I lean my head back and take a few deep breaths. “Please, baby.” “I want to taste that soaked pussy so bad right now, but I don’t think there’s enough room in here for you to wrap your legs around my head.” His words come out as a growl, as if he just wants to slam me to the ground and bury his head between my legs. God, how I want that too. I whimper as I feel my legs get weak. I look up and take in the white ceiling that is only inches away from me. This very small bathroom gives us little room. Hell, I can reach both arms out and almost touch the door and the opposite wall. Slade barely has enough room to stand up straight let alone lay me down and spread my legs. I shake my head. “Yeah that is not a possibility.” He slides a finger into me, and I moan. He adds a second finger, and I lean my head back again, breathing heavy. He pulls them out all of a sudden, and I open my eyes as he slips his fingers into his mouth. I bite my lower lip as his eyes darken, and he lets out a moan of pleasure himself. His baby blue eyes lock on mine as he very slowly tastes me. My breath comes quicker as I imagine his lips and tongue being on my most sensitive spot. They pop out of his mouth, and he gives me a smirk that tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking about. “Later,” he promises softly. Then his hand is back between my legs, and I stand sluggish against the wall. His fingers are rough and demanding this time, making me even wetter. “What…What are you doing?” I stutter. “Shh.” He leans down and nibbles on my ear as his fingers work in and out of me at a fast pace. “I need…I need more.” I take in a deep breath trying to find my control. He gives a little chuckle at how desperate I sound. “What do you need, Angel? Do you need my cock inside of you? Do you need me to fuck you?” His voice is rough as his fingers continue to tease me. “Yes.” “Say it,” he demands in that tone that has wetness pouring between my legs. The tone that tells me he is in charge, and I’m just along for the ride. And what a ride it is. “Tell me what I already know, baby.” The rasp in his voice has my fingernails digging into the sides of his shirt. “Tell me that you need it to be my cock inside of your sweet pussy.” His thumb slides over my clit, and it has me hitching in a breath. “I need you to fuck me, Slade.” I pull him closer to me, needing his body pressing into mine. “Please,” I beg. “Your cock…” He doesn’t make me wait any longer as he takes himself in one hand and lifts one of my legs with the other. With our new position I’m able to prop my foot up on the sink that sits directly behind him. He glides himself inside of me, and I suck in a ragged breath as he stretches me fully. “Fuck, Angel.” He holds onto me tightly as he starts working in and out of me. My back pushes against the uncomfortable wall, and my legs stretch, as he stands up straighter. The small bathroom fills with the sounds of my ragged breathing and his soft grunts. It doesn’t take long for the sensation start to build. His lips on my neck, chest, and lips along with his deep and hard thrusts. I tighten myself around him. “Slade,” I pant. “Oh, God...” My voice rises. His hand on my thigh grips me tighter, and he pushes his broad shoulders and hard chest into me, holding me securely against the wall. His free hand comes up and covers my mouth to quiet my cries, but it just excites me more. He kisses down my neck and bites down on my collarbone. My body starts to shake as I scream as loud as I can into his hand, trying to breathe through my nose. His hand pushes my head into the wall, trying to silence my cries that I can’t seem to control. He picks up his pace as he fucks me without any tenderness, just raw need. I reach up and grab a handful of his slick hair and hold on tight. He pulls his head back and bites the bottom of his lip right before I feel his body stiffen and his dick pulse inside of me. Once he fills me, he lays his head down on my shoulder and breathes heavily for a few seconds. He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead and then pulls away as he removes his hand from my mouth. He leans down and softly kisses my lips. “Are you okay?” he breathes into my mouth. I nod my head trying to catch my breath. My chest rising and falling quickly against his, my breast now covered in a thin layer of sweat. “I’m sorry,” he says running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “It’s okay,” I admit quietly, and he arches one dark eyebrow. “You liked it.” It wasn’t a question, and I feel my cheeks heat up. He runs his knuckles down the side of my face. “I did,” I admit somewhat nervously, “but it’s probably a good thing you did that.” He smiles. “I’ll remember that for later.” My heart starts to beat faster, if that is even possible. “I’ve been wanting to try some new things anyways,” he muses. “New things?” I can’t hide the excitement in my voice. My reaction causes him to chuckle. “I would say joining the mile high club is very new for us,” I add. “I agree.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “And although I love to hear the sound of your voice when I fuck you, I did not want anyone on this plane to hear my fiancée come today.” I smile up at him. I can’t believe we are going to get married. I’m going to be Mrs. Slade Long. God, that sounds so good to say. I lift my left hand and look at the pink rock on my finger. I can’t believe it was just last night that we got engaged.      “Slade, it’s beautiful.” And huge. The diamond alone must be three carats. “I want to tell you about it.” He picks up my hand, running his thumb over it. “The night your mom and I spoke, she gave me her and your dad’s wedding bands.” What? That’s why I couldn’t find them? He had them the entire time? “I wanted you to have something from them but at the same time something special just for you. So, I came up with a design, and Josh took care of the rest. I had your mother’s band melted down.” I go to speak but he holds up a finger. “Let me explain why I did that.” I nod, feeling somewhat conflicted. “Your mom’s band was a small silver band with sixteen diamonds in it. I had it melted down and the diamonds removed. Those are the diamonds here.” He points to the diamonds that circle the big square pink diamond that sits in the middle. “I wanted to give you a platinum band to go with your necklace and watch. I chose the main diamond as a baby pink one because that’s your favorite color. And I did the princess cut…” He takes a deep breath as his baby blues eyes look up into mine. “Because your mom said that was what your dad always called you; his princess.” I feel a tear run down my cheek. “I wanted to make you something special because you are special to me, Angel. I also wanted you to always have a piece of me, your mother, and your father with you. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, they will always be with you, Angel. Right here.” He runs his thumb over the ring again.   “Having second thoughts already?” Slade asks getting my attention. I shake my head and then look back up to him. “Just remembering how much thought you put into it.” I smile trying to get him to smile as well. He looks so serious. His square jaw looks tense, and his baby blue eyes are boring into me. “I love it. Thank you for wanting to give me something so special.” I wrap my arms around his neck. His intense face softens, and his lips turn up at the corners. “You’ve already thanked me, Angel; you’re giving me forever.” He unwraps my arms from around his neck and takes my ring finger in his hand. He runs his fingers over the band. “This is my promise that you will have my heart forever.” I feel my chest swell as he once more pledges his love to me. It doesn’t matter that we are in an airplane bathroom that now smells like sex or the fact that I’m somewhat naked. I almost laugh at that thought. “I love you.” I lean up and kiss him. “I love you too.” He pulls away. “Come on, let’s get out of this cramped bathroom.” He looks around and frowns. “Good thing we’re not claustrophobic,” he mumbles to himself. We walk out of the bathroom together five minutes later. It was a struggle to get both of us cleaned up; having to place my jeans and high heels back on was a sight to see. I managed to cut my arm on something sharp. Who knew it could be hazardous. I lead us back to our seats while I keep my head down trying to avoid the looks from the other passengers. Slade places his hand on my lower back to push me along. He must know what they are thinking. So, those were the two we heard joining the mile high club. Trust me, by the way some of the women are eye-fucking Slade, I’m pretty sure they wish he would have joined it with them. Once we make our way to the other end of the plane, I squeeze into the window seat and Slade sits down beside me. “What have you two been doing?” Josh asks as he turns around looking over the back of his seat to stare down at us. “Nothing,” I answer sweetly. He looks from me to Slade a few times and then a big smile spreads across his face. “That hickey on your neck says otherwise.” He nods his head down to me making a few pieces of his long shaggy brown hair fall in his face covering his blue eyes. Courtney reaches up and pulls him down into his seat by the collar of his shirt. I laugh as I hear him choking from her action. “What?” I hear him ask, but she gives him no response. Slade slides his hand across my face and into my hair. He pulls my face over to him, and he brings his lips to mine. “You gave me a hickey?” I lift an eyebrow. He’s left them before just not where others can see them. He smirks, and I can almost read his mind. He’s thinking ‘Fuck yeah I did. What are you going to do about it?’ “Oh yeah, it’s huge,” Josh says before we hear Courtney reach over and smack his arm. “Ow,” he whines. “I couldn’t help it. You just taste so good.” Slade tightens his hand in my hair, and I take in a deep breath. “Go back to the bathroom,” Josh calls out. Courtney pops her head up over her seat giving us a death glare. “I can’t keep his ass quiet if you guys keep fueling the fire,” she states before she turns back around. I giggle as Slade laughs out loud. He then leans back into me, placing his lips next to my ear so only I can hear him. “Just so you know, when we get home my tongue is going to take care of you.” He pulls back and his eyes drop to my lap. I squeeze my legs tightly thinking of just what that promise means. “And I’ll do something for you.” I lick my lips. He shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I have a hard enough time not coming when your hands and mouth are on me.” He leans over to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to tie you to our bed and do naughty things to you,” he says in his deep demanding tone. “I’ll tease you.” He glides his hand up my leg before it dips between my tight thighs. “I’ll have you begging for me to take you.” He nibbles on my earlobe, and I close my eyes as I shiver. “You’re going to be so fucking wet by the time I fuck you, you’ll be begging for a release.” “I love to beg,” I say in a dreamy state with a smile on my face. “Not as much as I love to hear it.” He pulls back and sits back in his chair cool as a cucumber. Meanwhile I’m sitting in my seat trying to contain the images that he just painted for me. His mouth between my legs while my hands are restrained. That alone has my heart beating fast and an ache building between my legs. “Sam?” I hear someone say my name bursting my little bubble. I lean forward and look over to the other side of the aisle. “Did you say something?” I ask Holly. “Yes.” She leans forward as she puts her arm across Micah’s chest pushing him back into his seat as he lets out a puff of air. “I said…now we have two weddings to plan. It’s going to be so much fun.” She bounces up and down making me laugh. “Hopefully it doesn’t stress you out as much as it has Holly,” Micah says as he pushes her arm off of his chest with a frown. I shake my head. “No. I want…” Before I can say that I want a small and simple wedding, Slade interrupts me. “It’s going to be huge,” he says excitingly as he spreads his arms wide in front of us. I turn my head to stare at the man who surprises me more and more every day. “Whatever you want Angel, it’s yours.” He pats my knee. “You want crystal chandeliers, you got ‘em, you want champagne fountains, consider it done. Chocolate fountains or even ice sculptures of fucking penguins.” He lets out a laugh. “Whatever you want,” he repeats. “Consider it done.” The big smile on his face as his baby blue eyes look into mine have me smiling like an idiot. Who knew the infamous Slade Long would be so excited to plan his wedding.     “Thanks, baby.” “We can start planning as soon as we get back,” Holly says excitedly. “I’m not in a rush.” I shrug. “We need to concentrate on yours first.” Her eyes get wide, and she takes in a deep breath. “We can have a double bachelorette - bachelor party in Vegas.” She claps her hands; her excitement growing more than I thought was possible. I look up at Slade. I’m fine with that. That sounds fun to me. Micah beats us to it. “I think that’s a great idea,” he says, nodding his head over at us, looking just as excited as Holly over the idea. “Sure,” Slade agrees with a shrug of his shoulders. “Then it’s settled.” Holly bounces up and down once more. “All we need now is for Courtney and Josh to get married.” I hear Courtney coughing like she just swallowed her tongue causing me to give a little laugh. Then Josh peeks his head over the seat and winks at us. I shake my head as Slade pulls me into his side. “I think Tate needs to get married after Slade and Sam,” Courtney adds. We all look over to Tate sitting in the row in front of Holly and Micah. He has his head down and is messing with his phone, which the flight attendant has already twice gotten onto him about. I release a sigh as I sit back into Slade’s side. I don’t think Tate has any intention of settling down, ever. He once told me at Larry’s that not everyone is looking for love. I’m pretty sure that was his way of saying he just wants to fuck around with women. I look over to Slade as him and Micah talk about the upcoming work week and their father hiring a new guy up at the firm. There was a time Slade didn’t want to be in love. He didn’t even care to know their names let alone see them again. No strings attached was his motto. I have faith that Tate will one day find someone he can’t live without. I just hope that when that day comes, she doesn’t break his heart. “I love you.” I interrupt their conversation and look up at Slade. He pauses midsentence and looks down at me. “I love you too, Angel.” He gives me a warm smile as his baby blue eyes stare into mine. Then turns his attention back to Micah, picking up where he left off. I lay my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. I’m going to take a nap while I’m in his arms. Come tomorrow, he will be back to work at the firm, and I will be back to work at the bank. ** “Thanks again for the wonderful trip,” I say standing in the middle of the St. Louis airport hugging Vivian as the guys grab the luggage. She shakes her head, which tosses her long blond hair around as she sniffs. “Are you alright?” I ask with a frown. She nods her head quickly. “I’m just so happy. Both of my boys have found love.” She smiles and claps her hands together. I smile back at her. She has been emotional since Slade proposed last night. After his proposal we all drank champagne and hung out in our room until about three in the morning. I had laid down and passed out from exhaustion after everyone left. The time change was still kicking my butt. Not long after I fell asleep, Slade had woke me up. He said he needed to make love to me. It was sweet but had given me an uneasy feeling.    “What’s wrong?” I ask sleepily running my hands through his damp hair. His naked body lying on top of mine, pinning me down into the mattress.    “I just need you right now. I need to show you how much I love you,” he whispers into my neck.   I inhale his clean scent from his soap and smile.   “Tell me,” he says, sounding desperate. “Tell me you need me.”     “I need you,” I say without hesitation. “I love you,” I add. Even though it’s the truth, I feel like he still needs to hear the words.    “Promise me you’ll never leave me.” He reaches up and pulls my hands away from his hair. Intertwining his fingers through mine, he holds them down beside my head.      “I’ll never leave you,” I say trying not to show the concern on my face or in my voice.      He pushes my hands up the bed and places them in one hand. His free hand cups my face. My eyes roam his face, and I can see the frown on his lips and the fear in his eyes. What he fears I have no clue.      “I’ll always protect you, Angel,” he promises. “With my life, I will protect you.”       I start to ask him what he means by that, but he doesn’t give me the opportunity. His other hand releases my wrists, and before I know it, he enters me and slowly makes love to me as if I’m something to be cherished. My concerns fade as he shows me just how soft he can be. I don’t know what could have happened in such a short time from when everyone left our room to when he woke me up. I wanted to question him this morning but when I woke up to our alarm, I realized that I had already pressed snooze twice. So, needless to say, we were already running behind and I did not have a chance to ask him what happened to make him second-guess my feelings toward him. I did not want to miss our plane. “Vivian,” Mark says softly coming up behind her and pulling me out of my memories. “Oh I know. I know.” She fans her face with her hand to help dry her happy tears. She smiles at me, brushing her long blond hair off of her shoulders. “I’m just emotional.” She takes both of my hands again, squeezing. “Can you imagine what I’ll be like at the weddings?” she asks, laughing at herself. “It’s a mother’s dream.” She looks up to the ceiling as she sighs dramatically. “I can’t wait to go dress shopping and help you choose a cake, bridesmaid’s dresses, and a bridal bouquet.” She tightens her hands on mine, and I look down at the pink princess cut diamond that sits on my ring finger. I feel sadness that my mother won’t be here to help me plan my wedding. Or that my father won’t be able to walk me down the aisle. They both died way too soon. They should have had the chance to see their only daughter get married, to know that I found my one true love. “Did I say something wrong, dear?” she asks, getting my attention. I look up at her, pulling myself together. “No, I’m great.” I give her a reassuring smile. “You girls should come over tomorrow after you get off of work. We can go over everything and start planning these weddings. After all of the hours we have already spent planning Holly’s wedding, not much has been settled yet. Only the few things that her mother has chosen for her,” she says with a frown. Holly’s mother seems to be getting on everyone’s nerves. “You don’t have to do that. I already told Holly that we need to focus on hers and Micah’s first,” I inform her. “Oh no,” she chimes. “I can multitask.” She smiles at me. I just nod my head, because I don’t want to put a damper on her plans. “Thank you.” I turn around looking for Slade when I see him over by our luggage talking to Tate. They look to be in deep conversation. Slade has his arms crossed over his chest and his legs are spread wide, giving off a threatening stance. Whereas Tate has his hands in his front pockets of his worn looking blue jeans, as his chain hangs from his back to front pocket. He’s leaning up against the luggage belt with one black boot crossed over the other. He looks to be bored as hell as Slade continues to go on and on about something. “I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow,” Courtney says, coming up behind me. I turn to face her. “Me either,” I sigh. “Then quit.” “I can’t do that,” I respond. She places an arm over my shoulder. “Why? It’s not because of money.” I shake my head. “No. Money doesn’t have anything to do with it.” I just need to keep myself busy, although I hate my job at the bank; it’s so boring. It is still my job, and I won’t quit. Courtney pulls her arm off of my shoulders and turns to face me. “There are other places you can work, Sis.” “I know.” But until I decide what I want to do with my life, I will continue to work at the bank. “Your mother left you that money…” She trails off when I narrow my eyes on her and throws her hands up in the air. “You could use that money and start your own business like she always wanted you two to do together,” she finishes. I place my hands on my hips. I quit thinking of that business the day I left after my high school graduation. “That dream died a long time ago, Court.” It comes out more hateful than I meant it to. She lets out a breath. “She would want you to be happy.” I look her in the eyes as I play with my engagement ring on my finger. “I am happy.” She looks as if she wants to say something, but she just hangs her head and turns to walk away. “Ready to go home, Angel?” Slade wraps an arm around me, distracting me from the conversation. I look up at him, and he gives me a small smile, but I can tell from his stiff body that he’s fuming about something. I offer him a smile in return. “Yes.”

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Shantel is a Texas born girl who now lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma with her high school sweetheart, and their three year old little princess. She considers herself extremely lucky to be a stay at home wife and mother. When she’s not reading or writing, she spends her time with family and friends. Find more about Shantel! @Shantel_Tessier www.facebook.com/pages/Shantel-Tessier-Author/408437342580536 https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7086716.Shantel_Tessier

♥~~Promo Post~~♥ SONS OF DRAGONS by Andrea R. Cooper

Title: Son of Dragons

Author: Andrea R. Cooper

Release date: April 28th, 2014

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Tour: Irresistible Reads Book Tours

In a time of false peace, the dead rise as soldiers for the Warloc’s scheme. For thousands of years he has stood ready for the final battle. Though the witch and her cursed Elvin have destroyed his physical body, now with his protégé, he has honed a new way to wage war.

Shunned by her own people and weary-hearted from centuries of lost loves, Elvin warrior Mirhana scours the land to silence the undead. Her heart has turned as cold as the sword she wields, until a prince seeks her aid.

Never has Prince Landon met a woman like Mirhana. Both beautiful and deadly, she haunts his dreams. The battle at hand becomes more enchanting than fighting to remain true to his unseen betrothed.

When a traitor emerges, new alliances are tested and the only remaining hope is to follow the prophecy and find the ... Son of Dragons.

Andrea R. Cooper writes fantasy, paranormal and historical romance. Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal

Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.

Divorced and disillusioned of love and believing all the love songs and books exaggerated, she put aside her creativity for life. Many years past before characters, from the familiar to the freshly conceived, came to her again, but this time teasing at a new passion, the written word. 

Gradually, her real life hero brought love and magic back into existence. During the time when her characters were getting reacquainted, the love of her life was showing her that true love never gives up and rekindles no matter how many times others attempt to extinguish it. Today, she is happily married with three children.

Andrea believes in the power of change and delighting in each moment. But most fervently, she believes in the magic of love and imagination again.

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Gillespie frowned. “I’ve failed my master Pr—Landon. He’s dead by now.”
“Nonsense.” Mirhana tucked her bow over her shoulder. “The Sorceress’s undead took him. At least for a while, he’s safe.”
“How do you know? Magic?”
“In a way.” She sheathed her sword. “A friend of mine follows them. If we ride hard, we should reach them by dusk.” Melwyn sent her flickering images of Landon.
He was the one from the inn’s window. Her pet told her he smelled wild, but he appeared human enough. His brown hair with blond streaks still damp from his shower as he stared at her. His dark eyes held her and she couldn’t look away. It was almost as though someone had frozen her in place. She wasn’t sure why; she had seen handsome men before, so that wasn’t the reason for her hesitation. He looked lost and alone and sensing that struck a chord within her. Only the fact that he'd hit his head when he leaned out the window that allowed her feet to move so she could dash behind a building before he enticed her to his room. 

{Promo} SUFFERING OF A WITCH by Suza Kates

Name: Suffering of a Witch

Series: The Savannah Coven Series (Book 7)

Author: Suza Kates

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Icasm Press

Date of Publication: October 20,2013

ISBN: 978-0-9889809-4-5

ASIN: 978-0-9889809-5-2

Cover Artist: Brian McCann

SHE WON’T GIVE UP

Kylie Worthington is in love with a man who doesn’t return the sentiment. She’s thrown away her pride and all attempts at pretense, yet Quinn St. Germaine still pushes her away. With the arrival of her trial, she will go where Fate dictates, to fight the vicious group, the Amara, and the demon that they serve. She’s also destined to fall in love, so at least she’ll finally find the man she was meant for. Whether she likes it or not.

HE WON’T GIVE IN

Quinn has spent his life preparing for his family’s prophecy, but no spell or book could have ever prepared him for Kylie. Her passion for him is strong—and persistent—but he must deny what she makes him feel. Too many years have passed him by and too many sacrifices have been made. Though he’s drawn to her beauty and vitality, deep inside he fears her. Quinn already knows what he wants, and accepting her means giving up on himself.

THEY BOTH WILL HURT

United in their battle against evil, Quinn and Kylie can’t see what’s right in front of them. And they never suspected what destiny had in store. Only the worst can bring them together, but will they be forever bound by love? Or by loss?

Suza Kates writes the Savannah Coven Series along with other romantic suspense novels. She lives in Savannah with her family and three truly imperialistic cats.

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Remembering Love by Nadine Christian Book Promo!!!

Name: Remembering Love

Author: Nadine Christian

Genre: Romance

When all is lost, how do you remember love?

When her beloved foster parents pass away, Holly discovers a past both shocking and heartbreaking: the murder/suicide of her biological parents on the South Pacific island of Pitcairn, famous for the HMAV Bounty mutineers. Travelling to a home she does not remember, Holly reconnects with long-lost childhood friend Jack. An old friendship quickly becomes more…until a dark secret is uncovered.

Will joyous love remembered become heartbreak? Can she find out the truth before someone else is hurt?

Nadine Christian lives on Pitcairn Island, a small isle in the middle of the South Pacific, with her husband, five children, four goats, two cats and thirty chickens. With its rich maritime history, Pitcairn's romantic past comes alive in her novels, capturing the taste of life on an isolated tropical island, miles from the rush and bustle of normal city life.

After checking James was still sleeping in front of his TV show,

Jack offered to walk Holly home. Walking through the quiet roads

home Holly shivered in the warm evening breeze. The scent of

Queen of the Night blossoms filled the air, a perfume that carried

a memory floating below the surface, tugging impatiently to be

remembered.

“Cold?” Jack asked. He slid an arm around her and brought

her close into his body as they walked, rubbing his hand up and

down her arm.

She hadn’t been, but now she was decisively warm, cheeks

flushing with heat. His innocent touch had caused a jolt to her

heart that had been quite unexpected. She was glad the night was

dark, and the torches light the only illumination. She shook her

head and squeaked out a non-committal reply, not trusting herself

to get a whole sentence out without embarrassing herself.

When my debut book was first released and I did that cover "tah dah" moment, I was proud of what my cover artist had designed.  I wasn't prepared for what the reaction would be. I mean, I'd hoped that it would be well received, but the reaction was great. People loved it. Simple. Clean. Uncluttered. To those that had already read the novel pre-release they were surprised at how much the cover reflected the story.

It got me thinking. How important is the cover really?  I mean, aren't we always taught not to judge a book by it's cover?  Unfortunately, good advice isn't always taken. There are some really crappy covers out there hiding fantastic stories that will never be read because of a poor design or less than eye catching cover. Alternatively a crappy story could be hidden behind a beautiful cover. It's the same for people I suppose, not just judging novels!

Cover's are important. It's what first draws the reader to pick that book up off the shelf and turn it over to read the blurb at the back. Unless your name is Stephen King or Nora Roberts, you need some draw to get you noticed. So now - thanks to that eye candy -  you're noticed -- so you better have a damn good story lurking behind that gorgeous facade!

So, thank goodness for the talent behind my covers, and thank you to the editors who fine tune my work. Hopefully not only will I impress you with the outside, but the dream I've hidden within!

1. What are your ambitions for your writing career?

I’m currently writing and creating with two genres – Romance and Young Adult. They’re both at opposite ends of the spectrum, but with some similarities. I’d like to grow my craft, stretch my boundaries that I’m currently in. Ambitions?  To get as many readers loving my characters as possible!

2. What have you written? (*Include books, novellas, short stories, poems, blogs, awards, or anything of interest*)

I am currently a finalist in the Readers Favorite book awards for Remembering Love in the Romance/Suspense category. I’m so immensely proud to have even reached this stage, apparently the competition was fierce!  I have the first of a series coming out August 1^st called Quintal’s Return, and I’m hoping readers will love these characters as much as they did the ones in Remembering Love.

3. What are you working on right now?

A Young Adult novel based on Pitcairn. Can’t say much but it’s built around our pristine waters, and beautiful landscapes. Young love, loss and trying to find the answers to what happened to the island in the past. It’s really exciting to write!

4. When did you decide to become an author?

I actually began writing in 2011. I love to read, and tested the waters myself to see if I could create something as exciting as some of my favorite authors. One book down, I tested it with good friends… luckily they were honest, and told me to join a writers group – which I did. Between the sage advice and great support there, I found a new voice…and it’s grown from there!

5. Why do you write?

I have five kids…. Sometimes I think I write just to stay sane! *grin*

6. Do you have a special time you write or how is your day structured?

I write the most in the quiet time when the kids are at school and the youngest is having her afternoon nap.

7. How long on average does it take you to write a book?

It can average from a couple of months… to a month and a half. I write as it comes – the revising and editing takes the longest, and that could be another month of revision and correction.

8. How are you published (*i.e. indie, traditional, or both) and why?

I’m with an independent publisher – Eternal Press. I’ve found them to be supportive, the cover artist fantastic, and it’s more of a family. I’m hoping my YA, that’s with my agent at the moment will be picked up by a more mainstream publisher, but in the meantime I’m very happy where I am!

9. What would you say are the main advantages/disadvantages about being self-published/traditional publishing?

The promotion side is the hardest for me. I live in the middle of nowhere, and rely on the internet to promote as much as I can. Luckily, everyone I seem to bump into online – Facebook, Twitter etc. have been very supportive.

10. Do you have a strategy for finding book reviewers?

Ask… ask and ask some more!  Facebook has some great review pages if you have a look.

11. How can readers discover more about you?

Website: www.nadinechristian.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nadine-Christian/474126792608891

Twitter: @pitcairngirl

Amazon Author page: http://www.amazon.com/Nadine-Christian/e/B00BPCTZLC/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Book links:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00BA4R2F6/ref=email_si_text

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6916567.Nadine_Christian

12. To end: Give us three Good to Know things about you. Be creative.

I live on an island in the middle of nowhere with five kids and a husband who drive me to write…

I make my own bread, can weave baskets and drive a quad bike as my main vehicle.

I’m the only one in my family who cannot curl their tongue and it drives me crazy.

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