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Resist
by Lilly Avalon
Resist #1
Publication Date: August 26, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, New Adult,Romance

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Synopsis: Allegra Maxwell is sick of the monotony of life. It’s all work and no play, and right now she wants to play. She shows up at her company’s yearly meeting with one goal in mind: have a one night stand with a stranger. What she didn’t count on is Devlin Pierce walking through the door.

When Allegra first met Devlin, she knew he would be nothing but trouble. After he proved her theory true last year, she made a vow to avoid him at all costs. He’s the last person she wants to see, and he knows it. He refuses to leave her alone though. As much as she tries to fight it, the pull he has on her is undeniable. Her ability to resist him proves impossible when Devlin makes her an offer she can’t refuse.

One night. That’s all he asks. That’s all she wants. Or is it?

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Another younger man comes out of the elevator and stops to talk to Mr. Morris. I say, “Well, hello there.”

 

“Ooh, another one? What does he look like?”

 

“Something tall, dark, and handsome.” I press my lips together to hold back the laugh.

 

“Something? Don’t you mean someone?”

 

“Probably.”

 

“In all seriousness, though… what does he look like? Face, eyes…”

 

“Well, unfortunately I can’t get a good look at him.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“He’s facing the other way.” Squinting my eyes, I try to see if I can make out the details of the handsome something. He’s wearing a very expensive suit by the looks of it, navy pinstripe over white button down. He obviously works out based on how perfectly tailored it is. I mean, that ass… Yowza. That’s all I can see from this angle though. Come on, show me your face. I need something to boost my spirits.

 

He finally finishes his conversation with Mr. Morris and starts to walk toward the dining hall. After a few steps, the light hits his face just right so I can make out his features. He seems familiar, very familiar. That’s when I gasp. I recognize the well-defined face. The dark brown hair. The smoldering dark emerald eyes.

 

“Anything?” Sonya says.

 

“Holy shit,” I breathe, nearly dropping my phone. This can’t be happening.

 

“That good, huh?”

 

I can barely speak, but not for the reason she’s thinking. I’m flabbergasted. Floored, even. He looks familiar because I have seen him before—right at this very place—almost exactly a year ago. My heart races and breaks all at once when the memory returns. I thought I had buried it back then.

“Allegra? Are you still there?”

 

Somehow, I discover my voice again. “I’m gonna have to call you back.” I hang up on her before she can respond. I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’m not sure of anything at this moment.

 

Because the man who stepped off that elevator is Devlin Pierce, and his eyes have landed on mine.

About the Author

Lilly Avalon

Lilly Avalon writes new adult and erotic romances. She’s in her twenties and lives in a cute little apartment in a small city. She loves reading romantic stories as much as she loves writing them. Her favorite things include dancing, watching scandalous television dramas, and autumn. Lilly Avalon is a pseudonym.

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Carnage 2 by Lesley Jones Release Blitz

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Carnage #2: The Story of Me Summary

When your world, your life and all of your hopes and dreams for the future are ripped out from under you, how do you go on?

Death without dying is not only the most painful kind of death, it’s also the most painful kind of life and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to live it.

I spend my lonely days and nights trying to make sense of what my life has become. Do I have the strength to move forward into the light, or should I just let the darkness take me?

I’m Georgia Rae Layton McCarthy and this is the story of me, just me.I’m no longer a part of an us, it’s just me. Alone. By myself.

Lesley Jones Biography

I was born and raised in a small working class town in Essex, just outside of East London. I am married with three sons and in 2006 we all moved to the other side of the world, settling on the beautiful Mornington Peninsula, about 50K outside of Melbourne Australia. It’s a whole new way of life for us down here, we are so lucky to live in such a beautiful part of the world.

I am currently a stay at home mum but in the past I have worked at Marks & Spencer, as a classroom assistant/teachers aid and have run my business.
As well as writing, I love to read and have been known to get through four or five books a week. My other interests are watching my boys play football…The round ball version.  I am happy to admit to being an addict of social media and I owe a lot to my Facebook and Twitter family in promoting my work. I am also rather partial to a glass… or bottle of wine, a nicely chilled Marlborough Sav Blanc being my favorite. Being a born and raised Essex girl, I will happily admit to be being a big fan of spray tans, Shellac and am regularly, waxed, tinted and sculpted, although I am more likely to be found in thongs/flipflops than a pair of white stilettos these days.

 

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Preston
I pull into the drive and the garage is open. I’ve told Kinzleigh to keep it shut. It’s a nice area, but that doesn’t mean we don’t get strays from time to time looking for easy access to steal. Kinzleigh’s mom should be here soon to help her with the baby for a few days. Maybe she’s already here. I could use her help so I can get some work done. I’m swamped with projects and a new baby is more work than I thought. I try to give Kinzleigh a break when I get home.

Pulling under my garage door, I park and kill the engine. I grab my satchel that I take back and forth from the office and step out of my beamer. It’s been a long day. I grab the knot of my tie and pull, loosening it. When I get to the door my heart drops to my stomach. It’s cracked. My first thought is that someone has broken in. I push it open and walk inside.
I drop my bag at the door and pick up pace when I hear Bryce screaming at the top of his lungs. A fear I’ve never known races through my body. What if she’s hurt? “Kinzleigh,” I call out throughout the house. I get no response. When I make it to the living room Bryce is lying in his bassinet screaming and Kinzleigh is lying on the couch staring off into space like a zombie, ignoring him.
His face is blood red like he’s been crying for a while. I reach over and pick him up, pulling him to my chest. “Hey, buddy. Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay,” I say as I rock him. It’s not helping. He’s obviously hungry or wet. Hell, I don’t know. I’ve never had a baby before and I’m a guy. I would get cranky if I was hungry. Kinzleigh is breast-feeding, so I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

“Kinzleigh, when is the last time you fed him?” I look over at her, still attempting to calm him down. My ears are stinging from his constant crying. I can’t think. She has not even acknowledged I’m in the room. “Kinzleigh, what the fuck?” The only type of response I get from her are tears that fall from the corners of her eyes and they trickle down her nose before dropping onto the leather of the sofa.
“I can’t,” is all she says and goes back to staring off into space. What the hell does that even mean, she can’t?

“You can’t or you won’t? What happened to you? Are you sick?” He is still screaming, so I reach in the bassinet and get his pacifier, hoping it calms him a little until I can figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do now.
“I can’t,” she says again. She’s not even looking at him. I begin walking towards her in an attempt to see what’s wrong and get her to feed him. She closes her eyes before I get there. “Please don’t. I can’t hold him. Please, take him somewhere else. Please…” I don’t understand. She was fine when I left for work. I try to give him his pacifier. We don’t have any formula, because she wanted to feed him naturally. How does everything change so drastically in twelve hours?

He takes it for a second before he figures out nothing is coming out of it and spits it back out, now mad as hell. I can’t deal with this shit right now. I’m worried about her, because she’s not acting right, but I have to get him calmed down first. Pulling out my phone from the pocket of my slacks, I hit one of the contacts in my immediate access list. It rings for a minute before the line picks up. “Preston? It’s seven thirty and the sitter just left. Do I need to call her back? Is that Bryce? Is he okay?”
Her voice is drowned out by his crying. I walk out of the room with the phone up to my ear. “Hey, Macie. I need your help. It’s an emergency. It’s about Kinzleigh. You can bring Talon.”
“Anything, Preston. Is she okay?”

I peek my head back in the door. She’s still lying on the couch in the exact same position she was when I left. She is still staring at the wall blankly, no emotion registering on her face. “I don’t think so. I came home and Bryce was screaming in his bassinet. She’s just lying on the couch in a vegetative state. She won’t hold him. I have no idea when she’s fed him last. Can you bring some formula?”
“I think I know what’s wrong with her. I’ll be right there. Give me fifteen minutes.” She doesn’t wait for an answer before disconnecting the call. I slide the phone back in my pocket and begin bouncing him slightly while I pat his back. His tiny head is resting against my cheek.

“It’s okay, buddy. We’ll get your mama fixed, okay? Don’t worry. She must have a reason for letting you cry, she has to. You’ll love her. She’s kind of hard not to love.” His cry is dying down, from the exhaustion I’m sure, but not stopping completely. I stand in the doorway watching her. I’ve never in my entire life seen her like this, not even when her grandmother died. It’s like her soul has been sucked from her body, leaving nothing but a hollow woman lying in this big house.
I’m scared to know what that means. I need to talk to Macie. I have a strange feeling I’m losing her. I’ve never been in love with a girl like I’m in love with Kinzleigh, and I never will be again, but I can’t stand seeing her like this. If this is going to be the girl she becomes, then I’ll have to make another choice, one that is going to forever destroy me for a woman. I won’t trap her. We were happy before he came back. I won’t watch her disintegrate and become lifeless to preserve my own happiness.

The realization occurs that if she doesn’t get better I may have to let her go. Watching her lay as if she is alive, but dead, is killing me inside. I’ve never been an emotional guy until I went back to Mississippi that night and saw her the way I did. Something changed in me that night. From that point forward it wasn’t about me, but her. I learned that when you love someone, you do what’s best for them, even if it isn’t what’s best for you.
I want to walk over to her right now, but I have to take care of Bryce first. I made a promise to love and take care of both of them. I’m going to keep that promise for as long as I can. Right now I’m scared and I don’t know how long I’m going to get to hold onto what has become my family. Just because this child doesn’t share my blood, he still shares a piece of my heart. I kiss the top of his head. He finally cried himself to sleep, but he won’t be asleep long. Macie should be here soon. I can tell his diaper needs to be changed anyway.

I stare at the girl that captured my heart from the time I was just a teenager. I’ve really grown into a man from then to now. I rub my thumb back and forth on Bryce’s head, above his ear. “I need to leave you for a minute, but I promise I’ll come take care of you,” I whisper into the air in her direction. “I love you, Kinzleigh.” My eyes fill to the brim with tears, but I close my lids before they have the chance to fall. She doesn’t have room in her life for someone that can’t contain his emotions.
I kiss the top of his head; his baby smell fills my nostrils. “I love you also, buddy.” I hold him close to me and begin walking in the direction of the stairs and towards his room. I’m going to savor every moment with the two of them. My brain wants me to believe that I still have them forever, but my heart is preparing me for the worst.

After changing his diaper, I sit in the rocker and start to rock him. Macie walks in with a bottle in hand. She takes one look at me and gets a saddened look in her eyes, more like a look of pity. “You’ve gotten attached to him, haven’t you?”
“Yeah.” I am not one of those guys that talk about the emotions fighting against each other deep inside. I prefer to keep to myself. Revealing parts of yourself to others sets you up for gossip and judgment. Coming from a family in the media that was something you didn’t do. Kinzleigh is the only person I’ve ever let in.

“I hope I’m not overstepping any boundaries, because I really like you as a boss and a person, but you know there is only way to fix her, right?” I continue rocking back and forth, staring at the wall before me. I want to know, but at the same time I don’t. I’m not sure I want to know the answer, because I think I already do.
“What’s that?”

“Preston, you can’t fight soul mates. I know you love her, and I really believe she loves you in return, but she’s meant for him. His return has changed the rules of the game. Her soul is fighting her, mourning for its other half. A doctor is going to tell you it’s postpartum depression, but we both know what’s really wrong with her.”
I’m getting mad. Things were going great before he came back. I’m not going to be an asshole and say I wish he would’ve died, because I don’t, but she’s the only girl I’ve ever wanted. That should count for something. “So, you think I should just hand her over to him? What kind of a man hands over the only thing he wants in life. I’ve only ever loved her…”

“I’m saying you should set her free. She made you a promise, and I don’t think she’s going to break it. Her soul is turning against her, rebelling until she gives it what it wants. As silly as it sounds, I really believe someone can die of a broken heart. Would you rather keep her alive and well or allow her to suffer slowly? If you really love her, prove it, and set her free her from the ropes that bind her. Selflessness, that’s the ultimate sacrifice in love.”
I look down at the bundle in my arms. I can’t let them go yet. I need a little more time. She could still get better. She has to get better. I’m trying to convince myself, but it’s not working. Bryce wakes up crying. “Here, give him to me. Talon is watching television in the spare room downstairs. Go tend to her. She needs someone. She looks horrible.”

I stand and hand him to her. I watch her sit in the chair, but I can’t quit looking at him. “Preston…” I glance up at her. “We’ll be fine. I’ve raised one baby. Go on.” I nod and follow instructions, leaving the room. When I get to where Kinzleigh is, she looks worse than she did before. It feels like someone has a hold on my heart and squeezing as hard as they can until it pops.
I get to her and squat down so that I’m at her level. “Kinzleigh,” I whisper. Her eyes are void of all life and emotion. She doesn’t look at me. It’s as if she can’t even hear me.
Fuck it. I can’t take this anymore.

I slide my arms underneath her and lift her, pulling her against my chest. “I’ll do whatever I have to do to fix you, Kinz. I promise.” I walk her upstairs and into our bathroom, sitting her on the toilet. She slumps slightly, but holds herself up.
“Lift your arms,” I state. She does as I say. I remove her shirt and she lowers them back down. I unclasp her bra and remove that too. She is now sitting in just her underwear. I unbutton my shirt and let it fall to the floor. Grabbing the collar of my undershirt, I pull it over my head and toss it down on the other one, forming a pile.
I work quickly to unfasten my belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor as well. Stepping out of my shoes and pants in unison, I kick them to the side. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me, and then lays her head against my chest. I walk over to the large round tub and step in. Reaching forward and down, I turn the nozzle and adjust the settings until the water is warm.

I sit down as the bathtub fills with water. My eyes fill with moisture again, but this time I let them fall. My heart is breaking, shattering is a more appropriate word. The only things at the forefront of my mind are the things Macie said. I hold her wrapped in my arms and silently cry.
My heart is trying to convince my mind that it’s wrong, duking it out on what’s best for her. I don’t want to let her go. I want to love her each and every day for the rest of my life. I want to give her the world, and be her world, but after seeing how she reacted to him at the hotel that day and seeing her when she told him goodbye, and looking at her now, my mind is overpowering my heart. It’s clear that what I want and what she wants are two different things.

I could hold onto her if I wanted, but my love for her guilt’s me, and won’t let me do this to her. I feel like I’m being gutted at the realization of what I have to do. I’ll never be the same after this. I’ll never give my heart to another woman. When I do this I’m defying everything I was taught by giving in. I’m sacrificing my happiness for hers. When her and Bryce go, my heart goes with them.
After holding her in the bathtub and trying to convince myself to go back on my decision, I bathed her and gave her some sleeping medicine from the cabinet. I lay her in the bed and pull the covers over her. It doesn’t take her long before her eyes begin to roll in the back of her head and her lids close.

Her cell phone on the nightstand starts to ring. I notice it’s an unsaved number. Trying not to wake her, I answer the call. “Hello.”
The line is silent. “Can I talk to Kinzleigh?”
I look down at her. She is sleeping and looks peaceful for the first time since I got home from work. I’m not waking her. Besides, I’m about to give her over to the bastard anyway; he can let me have a few more hours.
“Now’s not a good time,” I say.
“Are we really going to play it this way?” He breathes and I walk out of the room, quietly shutting the door. I move far enough away she can’t hear me if she wakes.

I need him to stop calling, because what I have to do has to be done in person and I don’t need him to worry Kinzleigh until this is done. “She doesn’t want to see you, Breyson. Please stop calling.” I disconnect the call and throw the phone at the wall, leaving a crack and a now shattered phone.
I run my hands through my hair and rest against the wall, sliding down until I’m sitting on the floor. Leaning my head back I close my eyes.

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I developed a passion for reading I never knew I had in November of 2012 when I decided to give eBooks a try. Since then I can’t go a day without some form of a book or character running wild through my mind. For almost a year I constantly had a book pulled up on my Kindle app for my iPad. The beauty of self publishing is that you can interact with the authors, which is how I started writing. I never knew I had the creativity to write a novel until I began conversing with another Indie author. If you ever think that Indie authors don’t like getting feedback from readers, you are very wrong. I began editing for a fellow author and because she took a leap of faith in me and told me to give writing a shot, I am now an Indie author myself. I cannot tell you how amazing this journey has been. It is hard putting yourself out there for the public eye with all of the reviews that come through, but it’s also amazing. I have met some of the most genuine people and people I would consider friends even though I’ve never met them face to face. I have now published the first two books in the Fate series, Accepted Fate and Twisting Fate and I am starting book three Lasting Fate to be released November 2, 2014. I cannot wait to see where this journey takes me and feel free to interact with me here or on social media. I will respond. 🙂

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Strip Teaser Release by Ava Manello

Strip Teaser (Naked Night’s #1)
By Ava Manello
Genre:  Erotic, Humour
Cover Designer: Margreet Asselbergs

When investigative reporter Sally Evans receives her latest assignment to uncover the naked truth, she gets more than she bargained for.Eight weeks on tour with the Naked Nights male stripper troupe to expose all their dirty secrets, is this serious reporter’s worst nightmare. She’d rather a man keep his clothes on. For Sally, sex is only a consideration if it happens in the dark, not that she can remember the last time she had a reason to turn the lights off.

With over-eager, over-sexed female fans in abundance and baby oil by the gallon, the guys are looking forward to some fun…. Sally’s inhibitions are not.

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Club Threshold Series book one
(The next book in the series Taken, is publishing now)

Here is an excerpt from Master of Passion

Prologue
April 2008
Kevin

“I don’t care, damn it. Find out what her name is. I have to know her. Get me the information soon.” I thought about how that phone call would be perceived.

It’s stalkerish, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s her. I can’t believe I found her. Ever since the fire, I have been looking tirelessly for the girl that we used to play with next door.

She’s here, in Sacramento. Right within my fingertips. Too bad for her because I won’t let her get away. I am a fucked up son of a bitch who is in need of some psychotherapy. But I need her more.

I will have her. I don’t care if I have to fucking steal her; I do it for a living. I’m not proud of it, but when I left home, I came with nothing. Faked my death to get away from those fucking people. Made a new life for myself with a new family. She will be my wife, she doesn’t know it yet, but she will be.

Do you think he’s a psychopath? Or do you think he’s madly in love with her? Or maybe both?

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Prologue
I didn’t plan on falling for him.
I didn’t plan on loving him.
And I certainly didn’t plan on
NEEDING HIM…
I need him more than my next breath
And that frightens me more than
ANYTHING…
More than the night Kevin took me…
More than the day Sean took me…
And more than the day Master J saved me…
He came for me. He fought for me.
He nearly died for me. For me.
His slave. His Silvia. His.
It fills my soul with warmth…
Knowing that I’m his…
I’M HIS… and he’ll always
COME FOR ME. –Silvia from Taken

Silvia

Kevin took me from my life to make Layla pay. That morning when Master J found me I was beyond recognizable. I had survived a severe beating by the hands of Kevin, and his whip. Master J tried to fix me, but instead I broke him. How do two broken people that have everything weighing against them survive? I cant tell you the answer, I still don’t know. I do know that was the day I began living. Before I was just existing, but with Jason I began living.

Jason

You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.
And Everything I’m afraid of.
You make me feel.
You have power over me.
You are my Woman.
My Slave.
My Silvia.
I am your Master.
And I’m never letting you go.

18+ Dark Erotic Romance
Contains sex trafficking, abuse, and other subject matter. If such material offends you please don’t buy this book.

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Release of Pyros by T.G Ayer

Pyros by T.G. Ayer has released early!!
 Title: Pyros (DarkWorld Origins, #1)
Author:
T.G. Ayer
Release Date: (
estimated) July 31st 2014

Publisher: Infinite Ink Books

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Logan Westin, the brooding hunk that steals Kailin Odel’s heart in SKIN DEEP. Even the fact that she’s a panther shifter and he’s plain old human couldn’t stop the sparks from flying between those two.

But Logan has his own little secrets, a history that weighs down on him,memories that seem to escape him. PYROS tells you where Logan comes from both in the origin of his powers and the source of his troubled mind.
Pyros MUST be read after reading SKIN DEEP because there are major spoilers.

It was supposed to be a special day.

      Logan Westin’s mother had promised to take him to his favorite diner. The one he loved to look at when they walked past on their way to the bus stop. Sometimes he’d slow down. Press his hands to the window and peer inside. Logan loved the look of the red-cushioned seated and the bright gleaming chrome.
      Today was his chance to go inside and mother had said she’d get them strawberry milkshakes.
      Logan was so excited he couldn’t walk. He had to hop or run, do something more than just stroll along as if their destination wasn’t a place that made him so excited he wanted to laugh out loud.
      But Logan didn’t laugh. Father wouldn’t approve. And even though Father no longer lived with them, Logan knew he had to be careful. For Mother and for… For? Who else was he meant to protect?
      Logan frowned and skidded to a stop in front of the diner. When he pushed the door open he inhaled the smells, and it all made him giddy with excitement. Coffee, and cooking meat and the polish from the black-and-white checkered linoleum beneath his feet. He pasted a huge grin on his face as he walked inside. Mother followed closely by a little girl whose laughter tickled his insides. She was as excited to be there as he was. They’d waited for so long.
      When Logan turned to pull her pigtails he paused, stunned and confused. There was no one there. Even though her laughter still rang through the diner, the haunting sound so filled with happiness, so innocent and bubbly. He knew that voice. Knew if he reached out she’d hold his hand and her skin would be soft and smooth. Knew she’d grab his hand and pull him inside and accuse him of dragging his feet.
But there was nobody beside him.
    
I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers,my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.

COVER REVEAL for Snow the Vampire Hunter by Rebekah R. Ganiere

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Snow the Vampire Slayer
by Rebekah R. Ganiere
Farielle #2
Publication Date: September 22, 2014
Genres: Fantasy, Romance

Synopsis: After deposed vampire prince Sage helps King Adrian and the werewolves drive the vampires out of Wolvenglen Forest, he comes face to face with his worst fear. A beautiful woman who makes him lust to break his vow, and crave her blood.

Lady Snow Gwyn is tired of staying at home to take care of her seven brothers, instead of being out with them at night, hunting for bloodsuckers. Ever since a mysterious witch bestowed the mantel of the Vampire Slayer upon her brother, Snow has wanted nothing more than to be out there fighting along side her brothers, but it isn’t her place.

And when Snow meets Sage, she’s torn between the need to kill him for what she believes him to be, and the desire to give in to the feeling that he stirs within her. But Sage is more afraid than ever that his uncle Philos, King of the vampires, will find out about Snow and once and for all, stomp out any chance Sage has at true happiness.

Sage must enlist the aid of Snow’s brothers to help him regain his rightful place as King of the Vampires and finally exact revenge on his uncle. If only he can keep them from killing him first.

About the Author

Rebekah R. Ganiere

Rebekah is an award winning author. Her novel Dead Awakenings, debuted in January 2014. Red the Were Hunter, the first in her Farielle Series, released in May and the second book Snow The Vampire Slayer will be releasing in September 2014. And her trilogy The Society will be released in 2015 by Kensington’s Lyrical Press. Rebekah is the VP of Communications of the RWA FFP Chapter as well as a member of her local Los Angeles and Orange County chapters. In her spare time when she isn’t writing you can find her moderating on SavvyAuthors.com or hanging out with her husband, four children and her English Bulldog, rabbit, two bearded dragons, and three tortoises. The escaped snake has yet to be found.

EXCERPT 

Snow smelled like fruit, and springtime, and life. So much life. Sage savored the lingering taste of her blood.

Lifting his finger, he traced the line of her elegant throat. His fangs begged for her taste. He could take her. Drop her to the ground and drink her dry. She wouldn’t be willing, but what did it matter? How many women had he terrorized by feeding off them?

Too many. He came to his senses and withdrew his fingers from her throat..

“You’re– You’re a vampire, aren’t you?” Her voice was barely audible.

Her eyes sucked him in and refused to let go. Sage’s brain fogged at her scent. She reached up and placed her fingers on his cheek. His chest squeezed and his eyes closed at the sensation. Happiness washed over him and his vision flooded with images of them in his bed, her body intertwined with his.

“You can’t be. Your skin is cool, but not icy.” She dropped her hand to his chest. “And your heart beats. But much slower than it should.”

Sage retreated. “You need to leave. Run home. It isn’t safe for you out here!”

“No danger has ever found its way to my glade. Not even bears live here.”

She had no idea how many hundreds of women he’d killed when they thought they were safe. “Well, danger has found you now, so you need to go.” Sage retreated further. He should leave. Return to his underground hovel and forget he’d ever seen her.

“Are you a–”

“Go!” Sage shouted, moving to her so quickly she blinked twice, startled.

Bloodlust slammed his body. He turned from her as his fangs burst into his mouth. A strange sensation overcame him. He didn’t want her to see him, not like this. He shouldn’t have played with her, toyed with her. He should have run from her scent instead of showing himself.

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