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April 7th – April 16th 2014

10 Days of Giveaways-Gardening Tips-Recipes-and more!

Plus a GRAND PRIZE you’ll be digging to win!

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Here’s the rules, but be sure to keep reading so you can learn more about MY CONTEST and collect a great recipe! Don’t forget to leave a comment before you go. It’s the only way you can enter my contest and complete the requirements for the awesome GRAND PRIZE!!!

What will be given away?

Everything from books to swag, promotional products and more! The grand prize is a Kindle or Nook (a $200 value) and a $25 gift card worth of ebooks!!! (Winner’s choice which ereader and ebook retailer gift card.) A second prize of $25 ereader gift card will also be given, available to INTL residents (VOID where prohibited by law).

Authors will note US or INTL for their giveaway eligibility. Where US or INTL is not specifically noted, US eligibility will apply. The grand prize is available for US entrants only. Winners will be submitted and announced on the landing page at

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Authors participating will post their giveaway, gardening tip, recipe or both on their website, beginning April 7th and leaving their contest open through the 16th. You will have 10 days to enter each individual author contest and then submit your entry for the grand prize!! To win the grand prize, you must visit each and every author on the hop.  Some authors might offer more than one entry to win, ie. a “like” on Facebook, a “follow” on Twitter, etc. but only a “comment” is required to enter.




If the above link doesn’t work, you can visit these sites – or – to find the author link list at any point in time.

How do I submit my grand prize entry?

Simply leave a comment on each author’s site and you’ll be eligible to win. Grand prize entrants will be entered via a rafflecopter giveaway widget, available on the landing page of this hop, A Cozy Reader’s Corner. Each author will be posting a giveaway, gardening tip, recipe or both! It’s a spring celebration designed to introduce you to authors and give you a chance to win prizes. Individual authors may offer more than one chance to win their individual giveaway, so increase your odds and enter them all!

HAVE FUN! Find new authors, new blogs, new tips & recipes ~ not to mention the chance to win in one of over 100 contests.

What do I do when it’s all over?

By April 19th we will post the grand prize winner(s) on the main page. Individual authors will contact the winners of their author-specific giveaways. You will be required to claim your prize according to each giveaway’s terms and conditions.


spring-flowers-and-butterfliesSpring is in the air! Thank goodness! I’m ready for some warm days, bloomin’ flowers, and a good book. I’m giving away a $10 Amazon or B&N gift card, as well as your choice of one of my titles, Stone Cold Justice (an Amazon Best Seller romantic suspense) or An Unholy Alliance (contemporary suspense with paranormal elements). Just leave a comment with your email to enter. If you stop by all participating blog sites, you’ll also have an opportunity to enter the GRAND PRIZE contest!

Everyone knows you have to have a good munchie to go with a good book so here’s a recipe that’s sure to please. Be careful. I’ve had people tell me it’s addictive!



3 pounds of small twist pretzels

1 TBSP Garlic powder (you can add more if you like garlic)

1 TBSP Dill weed

1 pkg Hidden Valley Ranch dressing mix (powder)

1 bottle Orville Redenbacher’s Buttery Popcorn Oil/Topping


Combine garlic powder, dill weed, ranch dressing mix and popcorn oil in bowl and mix until blended.

Place pretzels in plastic bag or container (an unscented tall kitchen trash bag works great). Pour mixture over pretzels and stir gently, coating pretzels thoroughly. Let it for three hours, continuing to mix contents every half hour.

Store in gallon ziplock bags or sealed containers. Great for parties or snacking.

That’s it! Now leave a comment as your entry and GOOD LUCK!

SALE!!!! This Weekend ONLY!

Do you like great books at cheap prices? I sure do! So THIS WEEKEND ONLY I’m hosting a sale for two of my Paranormal Thrillers. 

Reviews are much appreciated. If you enjoy my books, please post on Amazon. 

GatekeeperFREE – at Amazon

(If you have an e-reader other than a Kindle, email me this weekend and I’ll send a PDF.)

DATE –  Saturday & Sunday  ONLY (Mar 15, 16)


Book Description:

Book 1 – The GATEKEEPER – Clans of Tagus series
There’s nothing normal about tough girl, Kylie Baker. She suffers demonic dreams she can’t explain, is befriended by a telepathic dog who knows more about her past than she does, and can’t shake a sexy cowboy who refuses to take “no” as an answer.
But when the owner of a Harley Davidson shop where she works is blackmailed into giving her a pink slip, and the attorney responsible for her childhood relocation from one foster home to another is murdered, Kylie realizes things are fast-tracking from bad to worse. Who is manipulating her life? And why?
Strange markings appear on her skin and dreams blur the line between reality and vision, forcing Kylie to re-examine her murky past. Only one person can explain what the odd phenomena . . . the mother she believed was dead. Armed with her instincts and a strange amulet, Kylie embarks on a  quest to learn the truth.
What she discovers is even more disturbing. Kylie is destined to become the Gatekeeper, guardian of a portal between two worlds . . . and the only one who can stop an imminent attack by a Tagusian warlord. Worse than that, she’s a hybrid with ties to both sides. The bizarre proclamation leaves her angry, hurt, confused – and feeling more alone than ever. But when people she cares about are threatened, Kylie knows she must form an allegiance. Unfortunately, each choice bears serious consequence.
What’s a girl to do?


99¢ SALE

DATE – Sunday  ONLY (Mar 16)


Book Description:

Would you willingly give your life to save mankind?Reyna Blair has learned two things as a soldier and a cop – she can tolerate a lot of pain and wounds aren’t always visible. After a stint in the army, she’s ready to drop off the grid and heal. A job as police officer in the small town of Purgatory, Texas sounds like the perfect solution – until the community is rocked by a gruesome murder.

When sexy Texas Ranger, Ty Carter, steps in to assist with the investigation, Reyna is both thrilled and annoyed. He’s nice to look at and a definite boost to her sagging ego, but his aggressive ambition could push her right out of a job. To make matters worse, she’s stalked by a mysterious stranger with a flaming sword who can’t decide if he should save her or kill her.

Reyna’s problems are only beginning. The stranger is an angel of God . . . an Enforcer . . . sent to eliminate a Nephilim woman prophesized as giving birth to the Antichrist. Shocked to learn she’s the target, Reyna flees – only to realize she has more enemies than imagined. Along the way, she discovers dark secrets which alter her world forever, challenge her faith, and force a choice between life and death.

*** This story uses a biblical theme but includes scenes with graphic violence and strong language.

Review & Giveaway: TOUCHING THE MOON by Lisa Airey


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FIVE COPIES of Touching the Moon by Lisa M. Airey

Print or Kindle format (winner’s choice- print open to US Shipping Only) 


Romance novels are pretty easy to figure out. They follow a formula, some more specific than others but there, nonetheless – even for “non-romance” writers like Nicholas Sparks (Yes, that was a tongue-in-cheek comment.) So when I read romance, I recognize the flow and expect certain things to happen at specific points in the story. All romance readers know this. The key word is “expectation”.

I began reading TOUCHING THE MOON with the understanding it was a typical romance novel. To be clear, it is romance. Paranormal romance. But the story unfolds in such a way that it draws you in before you realize it with a plot and characters as large as Gone With The Wind.

My plan was to whisk through a couple of chapters while in the tub, finish my chores and then read a bit more at bedtime.  After replenishing the hot water twice, I realized my fingers were wrinkled like prunes and forced myself to put the book down long enough to dry off and don pajamas. Chores were completely forgotten as I rushed to find my bookmarked page and continue reading. I did stop halfway through to brew a cup of tea but no bathroom breaks until I turned the final page.

TOUCHING THE MOON is that kind of book. It’s the story of Julie, an abused veterinarian, who starts life anew in a small South Dakota town. She is attracted to Dan, Chief of Police, and begins a comfortable friendship. She soon saves a feral wolf from a life threatening gunshot wound and wins the wolf’s favor. He protects her on long hikes through the wilderness, and even shows up at her door step for a quick handout. The one person she is terrified of is a dark, massively built Sioux named  Gray.

I won’t go into spoilers other than the obvious that the wolf and Gray are one and the same. Ms. Airey breathes life into her characters with emotion, strong believable dialogue and challenging circumstances. TOUCHING THE MOON is lengthier than most books I read but moves at a snappy pace. The events merge into each other without “drag” time or excessive pages of back story and description. The novel is big on romance but very mild on sex. Hardly any heat at all, which I did not find to be a deterrent.

I rate this novel 4.5 stars only because of a minor complaint. I felt Julie’s actions and life experience read more like a YA character rather than a young woman who graduated from college as a Veterinarian. It’s hard to imagine someone maintaining innocence and naivete that long but maybe I’m just an old curmudgeon. Regardless, this is a good book and a must read for fans of the Twilight series, werewolf sagas or more full-bodied romance tales.


Touching the Moon

Lisa M. Airey

Genre: Romantic Suspense with a Paranormal TwistTOUCHINGMOONcover

Publisher: Aakenbaaken & Kent, NY

ISBN: 978-1-938436-05-5


Number of pages: 272

Word Count: 89K

Cover Artist:

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Book Description:

A gifted healer with a genetic secret and a haunted past, Julie Hastings takes her new veterinary degree to South Dakota hoping to bury memories of a physically abusive stepfather and unprotective mother.

Although intending to lead a quiet life, she finds herself relentlessly pursued by two unwelcome suitors: the Chief of Police and a powerful member of the Sioux Indian Nation.

The man she chooses shatters her world-view.

Her stepfather taught her that not all monsters run on four legs. Now Julie must face another truth—some beasts are good.

Book Trailer:


Julie Hastings has had a frightening encounter while hiking through the Black Hills. She was stalked by an unknown animal, then confronted by an aggressive Sioux at a bend in the trail. Fortunately, her pet wolf arrives to interrupt what would have been “trouble”. In this scene, Officer Dan Keating, love interest, is taking her statement at the police station.


“What did you hear, Julie?” he reached for her hands and held them firmly.

She shuddered. “An animal. It was furtive and four-legged. But big. And it was tracking me.” She shuddered again.

“Did you see it?”

“No, not even a shadow. Not even a glimpse. I couldn’t figure out what it was. It was heavy, but quick. I couldn’t make sense of it.”

“You said it was tracking you?”

“Yes, most definitely.” A little tremor wracked her. “It moved when I moved, stopped when I stopped, sped up when I did. I felt very threatened.”

“What did you do?”

“I decided to keep walking.”

“The animal in the brush?”

“It moved…off.”

“How does Lync factor into all of this?” asked Dan.

She locked eyes and frowned. “I’m not sure that he does. I rounded a bend and there he was: Mr. GQ. Smug. Arrogant. Cocky. I tried to walk on by, but he fell into step.”

“Whoa. Whoa,” said Dan, his hand in the air. “You are being hunted by God-knows-what and you come across another person on the trail and you just…walk on by?”

“I tried to walk on by.”

He just looked at her.

“In my personal experience, two-legged animals have always been more dangerous than four-legged ones.”

“You thought Lync was a danger?”

“No. I wasn’t thinking at all at that point. I was only reacting. I had been frightened by the animal in the brush, but I was terrified of Lync.”

“What did Lync say to you?”

She turned away from him and took a shaky breath. “He asked me if I was afraid of the big bad wolf,” she whispered. Dan closed his eyes. “Then he grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go.”

She held up her right wrist, black with bruising, then rubbed her forehead as if to erase the memory.

“What happened next?”

“Gray entered the clearing and Lync released me. I had been pulling so hard against him that when he let go, I fell flat on my back. When I got to my feet, I got to my feet rather violently and catapulted myself backwards into a tree trunk.” She hung her head. “I’m sure, I’m black and blue.”

“Can I look?”

“At what?”

“At your back?”

Julie searched his eyes, then nodded. She turned around. “The muscles in my back are very tender. It hurts to move my arms. You’ll have to lift my blouse yourself.”

She felt his hands upon her hips, then they slid under her top and ran along the small of her back. His touch was warm and calloused. He lifted her blouse slowly, tenderly running the pads of his fingers along the cuts, bruises and abrasions.

“Am I as battered as I feel?” she asked.

“Yes,” said Dan, his voice thick. He ran a thumb along her left shoulder blade and heard a soft groan.


He stepped into her and wrapped his arms protectively around her torso, his head on her shoulder, his right hand between her breasts. His breathing was deep and slow, as if he were trying to regulate it. He hugged her to him as if he could will the bruises away, take away her pain. She rotated in his arms and as she did so, his right hand slid inside her bra, his fingers cupping her left breast. They both froze.

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” he husked.

“I know.”

His thumb played gently across her breast.

“Are you going to exit?” she asked.

“I haven’t decided,” he said. “My hand is very happy where it is.”

She reversed rotation and turned round to face him, doing her best to tug her shirt down to her hips, pain and all. When she met his eyes, her cheeks were flush.

“That was wonderful, Julie. Could we do it again?”

She smiled and shook her head “no”. He lifted her chin and brushed his lips gently across hers, then he deepened the kiss and deepened it some more. “You are vulnerable tonight,” he said, his breathing heavy. “I won’t take advantage. But I want to.”


About the Author:

lisaaireyLisa has worked in the wine industry for 20 years, the most recent eight in education with the Society of Wine Educators and the French Wine Society. In these roles, she has authored and/or edited wine study manuals and developed or expanded certification programs for the wine trade.

In her free-time, she writes fiction…naturally, with a glass of wine at the elbow.

She is a Maryland Master Gardener and puts that training into practice in her sizable vegetable garden. To assist her, she has recruited the services of a very helpful staff: two Chinese geese, two mini-Rex rabbits and 2,000 red wigglers (worms)…all of which are “master composters”. An adopted feral cat guards the perimeters and keeps the groundhogs at bay. She resides in Monkton, Maryland.

Twitter: @LisaMAirey


CONTEST ALERT! SWAG for An Unholy Alliance


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2 SWAG PAKS – Each package includes an e-copy of An Unholy Alliance (gifted from Amazon or PDF format, winner’s choice), a bookmark/charm customized for An Unholy Alliance (US shipping only), a $10 Amazon or B&N gift card (winner’s choice)




An Unholy Alliance       

Deb Sanders

Genre: Paranormal Thriller with Romantic elements



Word Count: 40,000

Cover Artist: Deb Sanders                  



What would you do if the future of mankind depended on whether you lived or died?

Reyna Blair has learned two things from life – she can tolerate a lot of pain and wounds aren’t always visible. After a stint in the army, she’s ready to drop off the grid and heal. A job as Peace Officer in the small community of Purgatory, Texas sounds like the perfect solution – until the town is rocked by a gruesome murder.

When sexy Texas Ranger, Ty Carter, steps in to help with the investigation, Reyna is both thrilled and annoyed. He’s nice to look at and a definite boost to her sagging ego, but his aggressive ambition might push her right out of a job. To make matters worse, she’s being stalked by a mysterious stranger with a sword that can burst into flames on command.

Reyna’s problems are only beginning. The stranger is an angel of God . . . an Enforcer . . . sent to eliminate a Nephilim woman prophesized as giving birth to the Antichrist. Realizing she’s the target, Reyna must flee or be killed. Along the way, she discovers dark secrets which alter her world forever, challenge her faith, and force a choice between life and death.

*** This story uses a biblical theme but includes scenes with graphic violence and strong language.


The stench of decaying flesh filled the air like day old road kill on a hot August night. Reyna Blair kept her distance as she folded a handkerchief, covered her nose and choked back the urge to heave.

“How long?”

The medical examiner pushed wire framed glasses further along his nose and looked up. “Hard to say, Officer Blair. This damn heat’s accelerated the breakdown of tissue.”

“Then how ’bout a guess?”

The older man squinted, twisted his mouth to one side, and arched bushy brows as he considered her question. “Well, the blowfly larvae are at third instar so I’d say your vic has been dead four, maybe five days. Once I get him to the lab and run some tests, I’ll give you a better estimate.”

Reyna nodded, her eyes riveting to the gaping wound in the dead man’s chest. Someone split his sternum from throat to abdomen, leaving an open cavity that now hosted an infestation of slithering maggots.

Great. Just fucking great.

Rubbing her temples, Reyna glanced away. The mid-morning sun penetrated her dark blonde hair, raising sweat bubbles on her scalp and provoking an already short temper. She glared at the uniformed Texas Rangers swarming her crime scene like an army of pissed off ants.

Crime scene. The words sounded odd when paired with Purgatory – a small retirement community cradled in the rolling hills between San Antonio and Austin. So much for living the quiet life of a small town cop.

Reyna had accepted the position of Peace Officer six months ago after an old army buddy told her about the opening. It wasn’t a seamless hire. The mayor didn’t like her and protested publicly when the town council extended an employment contract. Some said he opposed women in law enforcement. Reyna suspected it had more to do with her contempt for his inflated ego.

In spite of Mayor Townsend’s disapproval, and Reyna’s exasperation with the slower moving senior citizens, she’d been thankful for the job. Purgatory was a much needed antidote for her frayed nerves. A place to hide – and heal. A refuge from the murder and mayhem plaguing her adult life. She’d wished for such a place after being discharged from the army.

But as her drill sergeant used to say, “Wish in one hand and shit in the other, soldier. See which one fills up fastest.” Today was a perfect example of what Reyna had come to expect in life – a handful of shit.

“Where’s the law in this town?”

A teasing voice drifted over her shoulder, eliciting a grudging smile from her tightly sealed lips. Ty Carter. Texas Ranger and eye candy extraordinaire. She turned to greet the detective walking toward her. His crisp khaki shirt and creased slacks appeared immune to the heat and humidity. No man should look that good in uniform.

Ty let out a long, low whistle as he stared at the corpse. “What a way to start the day.”

“You talkin’ to him or me?”

He snickered. “From the look of things, I’d say his day ended long before yours started. Who found him?”

She leaned toward him with a conspiratorial whisper. “Agnes Gaines, who graciously served as tour guide for family and friends before deciding to notify me.”

“That explains the golf carts parked on the side of the road. Looks like a damn old folk’s convention.” A lopsided grin lit up his face as he thrust a cup of coffee into her hand. “Iced Mocha Grande. Figured you could use it.”

Cute. Ty Carter was definitely cute. Ever since the tautly muscled detective first sauntered into her office issuing a cocky introduction and a list of services available through the Texas Rangers, she’d joined the ranks of secret . . . and some not so secret . . . admirers. Logic told her he was way too young, or at least he looked it with boyish dimples aligned perfectly on either side of a too kissable mouth.

Five years separated their ages, but Reyna felt decades older. The war had stolen her innocence. War – and working as a beat cop in one of the toughest, most drug infested neighborhoods of Tulsa, Oklahoma. She’d witnessed horrors most people couldn’t imagine and would never want to see – which left Reyna even more confused about why a bunch of retirees would rush to view a decomposing body.

She took one more look at the stiff carcass and turned away. For once, it was a blessing to detach emotionally, even though her army shrink considered it a debilitating personality trait. Admittedly, Reyna had sandbagged the counseling sessions but only because the good doc displayed a superiority complex the size of Antarctica. Reyna had no use for know-it-alls or prima donas, and the psychiatrist demonstrated a proclivity for both.

Scowling with the memory, she lifted the cup of coffee to her lips and took a sip. The lid loosened, flooding the front of her shirt with a dark, icy stain. Reyna gasped, quickly brushed away what she could of the beverage and launched a mortified glance at the bystanders hovering near the yellow crime scene ribbon. God, I hope nobody saw that.

It was the most people gathered in the city park she could recall since starting her job, proof of what she’d suspected all along – Agnes Gaines was a natural instigator. Political lobbyists would pay big bucks for someone with her skills.

Her gaze settled on a tall stranger standing apart from the crowd. Black hair spiked across his forehead as he stared at her with unnerving intensity. Shark eyes. Dead eyes. Reyna pushed her aviator sunglasses further up her nose, camouflaging her scrutiny with the reflective lens.

Whatcha lookin’ at, mister? You know something I don’t? The hair rose on the back of her neck as he continued to watch her. It was as though he could see right through the sunglasses and into her mind.

Massive shoulders filled his long coat, suggesting he wasn’t from the area – or else a complete idiot. What native Texan would wear a heavy duster in the middle of July? He tilted his head to one side, reinforcing her perception he was a telepath.

You’re one strange son of a bitch. The side of her mouth shifted upwards as he flinched. Damn, maybe he really can read my thoughts. The possibility left her more uncomfortable than ever.


DebBWAbout the Author:

I’m an adventurer – more by destiny than design. I’ve explored the back roads and highways of 35 states, resided in eight, and traveled through parts of Mexico, Canada and the Bahamas. My journeys have provided interesting tidbits which I’ve managed to weave into scenes for some of my books.

When I’m not in front of my computer, you might find me perched atop a rock at the back of a box canyon, crouched low in the middle of a dry creek bed with camera aimed at a majestic Elk, or perhaps hanging onto a skiff after a whale has breached next to me.  At other times, I’ll be Geocaching with grandsons or attempting a new project inspired by something I’ve discovered on Pinterest.

Not all wanderers are lost. Some of us prefer to throw away the map and meander through life on the road less traveled.

I physically reside in North Carolina with my husband, Golden Retriever and two rescue cats. My soul resides in Arizona.





Spotlight & Swag: BLOOD VINE Series by Amber Belldene


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One Print book with magnet and wine glasses- open to US Shipping

One e-book pack with magnet and glasses –open to US Shipping

4 e-book sets of the series



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Blood Vine Series

Book Three

Amber Belldene

Genre: paranormal romance

Publisher: Omnific Publishing

Date of Publication: January 28, 2014


Book Description:

Book Three in the Blood Vine Series.

Brooding vampire halfling and biologist Bel Maras is determined to create a cure for the wasting disease that plagues his vampire family. His work becomes essential as the Hunters intensify their global and bloody campaign. When Bel’s cure fails, only his ancient and estranged godmother Uta Ilirije can help. But seeing the ice-cold Uta reveals something shocking–she is his bonded mate.

She may be a dangerous warrior, but Uta feels her failures acutely. She has been unable to protect her kind from Hunters, and vampires are dying out. Worse, she tied Bel to her long ago in an accident of blood, then abandoned him for his own good–a choice he has never forgiven. Many days, she is convinced Bel and the vampires would be better off if she just walked into the sun.

Biology has fated them to be mates. Now these old enemies must overcome their past to save the vampires and come to peace with the bond they never chose.


“You young ones are thinking you can know everything.” Uta shook her head in an infuriating display of pity.

“I’ll begin clinical trials right away.”

“Why you are bothering? I am saying it not work.”

Bel fingers twitched with the need to wring her neck and he shot out of his chair.

Andre pushed him back. “Don’t listen to her. You are the scientist. I trust you.”

Bel tipped his head in a bow to Andre before turning back to her. “Well, this has been fun. Let’s do it again in another hundred and seventy years. And in the meantime, have a nice life.”

Uta clicked her tongue. “If I am helping it, we are not seeing each other ever again.”

He exhaled with relief, but a hollow pit opened up in his gut and goose bumps rose up on every millimeter of his body, like even his skin strained toward her.

She blurred to him vampire-fast, narrowing her eyes and running one shiny red fingernail up the length of his hard-on. “Are you longing for me, Bel?” She spoke in a false whisper, loud enough even Lena could hear.

He refused to reply, but it didn’t matter. Her answer pressed through his jeans.

“Good. Now you are knowing how I feel. Ten years since your Lexi is long time. I am having no relief since you are born. Welcome to my nightmare.”

“I should have protected the secret better.” She walked up to the television screen, staring into the empty eye-sockets of a tiny, blackened skull. “I should have scoured their artifacts and made certain no one ever discovered the secret.”

“And exterminated every one of them? We would be no better than them.”

“We are no better. These are revenge killings, Loki. There is no justice to these deaths, and if the secret I guard is correct, no logic in killing the source of precious blood.”

“Perhaps they also took hostages. With everyone in the compounds dead, there is no way to confirm the existence of survivors.”

Uta could not look away from the television. “It is all my fault.”

Loki flipped off the screen and took her hand. “Child, I grow tired of your self-recriminations. You are not Atlas.”

She yanked away her hand. “Atlas was a self-important prick.”

“Pot. Kettle.”

His patronizing smile baited her, but she couldn’t muster up the energy to be annoyed.

“You must tell me everything, Uta.”

“The cost of breaking my vow is high. I will only do so once, in front of the entire Justicia.” She pressed her fingers to her lips, closed tight, and tried not to think of the consequences.

“All right. I already have plans to convene them. Pack your bags. We are going to the Kaštel Estate.”

Kaštel. Where she would be forced to break her vow. And to see Bel—her greatest failure ever.


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Blood Vine Series

Book Two

Amber Belldene

Genre: paranormal romance

Publisher: Omnific Publishing

ISBN: 9781623420437


Number of pages: 318 


Book Description:

KOS MARAS’s orderly life is in shambles—he must distribute Blood Vine to a population of ailing vampires, but Hunters block him at every turn. To make matters worse, each night he watches over a temptingly beautiful woman sleeping in his bed. He is convinced love cannot last a vampire-long lifetime and an entanglement will only cause them grief, but he doesn’t have the heart to send her away.From a long line of blood servants, LENA ISAAKSON is destined to serve a vampire, but a string of humiliating rejections thwarts her pleasure. When Kos shows her kindness, she hopes he will claim her. Instead he proves himself a coward in the face of love and sends her to serve another.Will the dark seduction of a rakish new vampire finally bring Lena the pleasure she desires or deliver her into the hands of Hunters who want to destroy everything the Maras family has worked for?

Book Trailer:


He lowered her feet to the ground and dropped down in front of her. His fingers grazed her supple legs as he slipped her panties down to her ankles. Taking a moment to get under control, he folded them and set them next to her feet.

She gripped her skirt in both her fists so that she was almost entirely bared to him below her waist, but her legs were only slightly parted—like she wasn’t expecting his mouth on her.

Under a tiny triangle of golden curls, her silky skin was lovely. But he wanted to see more, wanted to see her folds, wanted to see right inside her. He could have gazed all day, as if he’d never seen a woman’s sex before. Her skin was softer, her scent sweeter, everything about her was different from other women.

She wriggled under his gaze and he looked up at her. Her brow crinkled with worry. It was so cute.

“Kos, what are you doing?”

She had to know he was going to taste her. It had been ages since he was with a woman who feigned innocence. The nineteen seventies seemed to put an end to that nonsense. He didn’t want an inexperienced woman. It was a huge burden—one wanted to make things special for them. Too much work.

Lena obviously wasn’t an innocent, but she also wasn’t pretending. Maybe years of unmet needs and shame had made her forget this pleasure. He would remind her, lavish her with attention, make her scream and beg.

When he ran his tongue along her seam, she gasped. “Oh my God.”

Her knees bent and he placed her thigh over his shoulder. Finally, she was open to him. He was too close for a proper view, but still he noticed the rosiness, the slickness of her most private skin. Then he licked her everywhere, inside and out. He wished his tongue were longer so he could lick her womb. Yes, that’s where he wanted to be—all the way inside her. He needed more. He began to tease her open with his fingers.

“No!” Her pulse was too fast, her fists clenched.

“What’s the matter?”

“Not yet. Don’t put your fingers—”

“Sweetheart, I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

“Kos, I want all of you. Don’t get me ready.”

Okay. So, she liked it hard and fast. Not what he would have chosen for her first time in years, but she should have what she wanted.

More pleasure would help. He already knew where she liked his tongue—he delivered long slow strokes and then fast short ones. Her mewls, her breath, the blood pounding in her veins—everything told him how much pressure she liked. Her thighs tensed on either side of his head; she was getting close. He sucked her into his mouth, and just like that, she was coming on his tongue. He held her as her trembles slowly subsided.

“Wow.” Her voice was husky.

With a wriggle, she pulled away. He held her hips, lapping at her. “You taste just like honey.”

All flushed and disheveled, she was gorgeous. And she was still skeptical, like she thought he was sweet-talking her. He stood up to kiss her, knowing she would taste her salt on his lips, but probably not the honey that was already tempting him back between her legs.


book 1Blood Vine

Blood Vine Series

Book One

Amber Belldene

Genre: paranormal romance 

Publisher: Omnific Publishing

Date of Publication: January 6, 2013



Number of pages: 206


Book Description:

In Blood Vine, bites are an inconvenient bliss, exiled vampires are wasting away, and the fate of their kind depends on the perfect PR campaign.

When public relations pro Zoey Porter arrives at an enchanting California winery, she discovers her sexy new client is the almost one-night stand she can’t forget. After her husband’s suicide, Zoey has vowed never to risk her heart again. But can she walk away from the intriguing winemaker a second time?

Driven from Croatia by his ancient foes, vampire Andre Maras has finally made a blood-like wine to cure his fellow refugees. Now he needs Zoey’s PR expertise to reach them. After his wife’s death, Andre has a vow of his own—never to risk another painful blood bond. And one taste of the tempting Zoey would bind him to her eternally.

His secrets stall her PR plans. Her jealousy is stoked by the blissed-out beauties leaving his bedroom. At every turn, he utterly fails to resist her. When she discovers he is a vampire, will she be lost to the golden-eyed Hunters, or lose herself to the emptiness in her heart, before she can help him save his kind?

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Zoey studied him for a few moments before she said, “You told me you’d fantasized about us together. The quick…way.” For some reason she didn’t want to say fuck now that she was really going to do it.


“Show me.”

“Are you sure?”

She was. She nodded.

“Come here.” He didn’t hesitate; in fact, he sounded relieved.

She had worried he would send her away, but she had made the decision for them and he seemed grateful. She came to the side of his desk. He gripped her shoulders and steered her to stand facing the desk. He stood behind her and stepped closer to her body, fitting his thighs against the curve of her ass. Hard already, his erection pressed into the small of her back.

Movement across the room caught her eye. A large mirror hung on the wall opposite the desk, rimmed by a thick gilt frame—another of Andre’s antiques. Even though he was behind her, it afforded her a view of his hands reaching for her breasts and the top of his head as he bent down to put his face next to her hair.

He bit the tendon between her neck and shoulder gently and she gasped, pushing her hips back into him. The feel of his teeth latched onto her neck was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced, and she wanted more.

About the Author:

995094_717240061624998_365794948_nAmber Belldene grew up on the Florida panhandle, swimming with alligators, climbing oak trees and diving for scallops…when she could pull herself away from a book.  As a child, she hid her Nancy Drew novels inside the church bulletin and read mysteries during sermons—an irony that is not lost on her when she preaches these days.

Amber is an Episcopal Priest and student of religion.  She believes stories are the best way to explore human truths.  Some people think it is strange for a minister to write romance, but it is perfectly natural to her, because the human desire for love is at the heart of every romance novel and God made people with that desire. She lives with her husband and two children in San Francisco. 

twitter: @amberbelldene 



RELEASE DAY & GIVEAWAY: The Darkness of Light by Tammy Farrell


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The Dia Chronicles – Book One

Tammy Farrell

DarknessGenre: Historical Fantasy

ISBN-13: 978-1492766582

ISBN-10: 1492766585

Number of pages: 375

Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Nathalia Suellen

Book Description:

The world has long forgotten them, but their descendants live on, not wholly mortal or god, but something in between…

At the dawn of the sixth century, in the aftermath of her mother’s brutal execution, Mara Black is forced to flee the only life she has ever known.

Mara can tell she’s different, but isn’t sure why. After she encounters two mysterious strangers, she discovers her secret is but a drop in an ocean of many. She is a Dia, a descendant of ancient gods, and her mother sacrificed herself to protect Mara from their past.

Summoned by an uncle she didn’t know existed, Mara thinks she’s found the family she’s always wanted, and Corbin, a love she never thought possible. But not everything is as it seems. Her uncle has other motives for protecting her, and her mentor, Malcolm, becomes so jealous, he’ll do anything to get what he wants.

When tragedy strikes, and the true darkness among them comes to light, Mara discovers that sometimes love can give you everything, and obsession can take it all away. With her powers gone, and destiny calling, she has to look deep within to find the courage to save herself. Mara, along with Corbin and her newfound family, must fight to get back what was taken, or die trying.


The drums echoed off the walls as Corbin and Malcolm made their way through the back gates of Moorthrop. The guards and villagers were gathered near the green, leaving no one to challenge their entry, or seize their swords.

“We’re too late,” Corbin said through clenched teeth.

“I can see that,” Malcolm responded. “How was I supposed to know we wouldn’t make it in time?”

Corbin bit his tongue. Now was not the time to argue with Malcolm. They had a job to do. As they weaved through the rows of huts, an old woman called out to them. She sat near the door of her hovel, her body hunched with age, and a half-woven basket in her lap. “Here for the execution?” she asked.

Malcolm laughed at the woman with a sneer and continued on. Corbin stopped and looked at her with a tilt of his head; the knuckles of her hands were swollen, and appeared painfully stiff. “Will there be an execution today?” he asked.

She nodded and pointed to the square. “I never saw in all my life such evil as this. Killin’ folks fer nothin’.” She gave a disapproving shake of her head and began to fumble with the basket.

Corbin walked up to her and dropped a coin in her lap. When she glanced down at it, he took hold of both her hands. She gasped as the blue light from his fingertips covered her skin, but in less than a moment he stepped back, and the light vanished. Blinking in amazement, she examined her hands, her fingers spread out like wings, healed from the stiffness that crippled them. She moved her fingers up and down, and then met Corbin’s gaze and asked, “What magic is this?”

Corbin smiled. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Before the old woman could respond, he continued towards the green.

He met up with Malcolm as he approached the edge of the crowd. Malcolm used his energy to move the onlookers aside. The crowd of people wouldn’t know why they moved or even look at the two men moving past them. The power of the veil was a gift to their kind, to protect them from discerning mortal eyes. Most mortals wouldn’t have noticed Corbin much anyway. He looked almost human. But anyone could see that Malcolm, with his white hair and fierce gray eyes, was different, unnatural.

The man in the long black robe bellowed out to the crowd. “By order of King Gerren of the realm of Dumnonia, we are not to tolerate evil among us.” He pointed his finger at the accused woman on the platform. Corbin used his keen sight to examine her. She looked wretched, defeated, and certainly not one of their kind. Could Rowan have been mistaken?

Corbin turned to Malcolm. “Are they charging her with witchcraft?”

Malcolm nodded with a smirk. “It appears that way. Fools. They waste their time looking for witches. They have no idea what walks amongst them.”

About the Author:

TamiTammy Farrell grew up in Orangeville, Ontario Canada where she discovered her love of writing, and all things related to Edgar Allan Poe. She now lives with her husband and four fur babies in Greenville, South Carolina, where she teaches pre-GED English and attempts to learn French when she isn’t busy writing.