Saturday, August 31, 2013

Blog Tour - Embrace The Dark by Caris Roane

Book one in the Blood Rose series

Available in Both Digital and Print at Amazon

Enter a world of blood-starved mastyr vampires and the rare women who can satisfy their deepest needs…

How can he resist his blood rose…
Gerrod, mastyr vampire of the Merhaine Realm, never thought to have his blood-needs satisfied by a mere human. But Abigail is no ordinary woman. She stuns him with her telepathy as well as the richness of her blood. However, her human DNA makes her an unacceptable mate. Yet how can Gerrod turn her away when she alone has satisfied his blood-starvation for the first time in a hundred-and-fifty-years?

Will she fall to temptation and give herself to a vampire…
When the dreaded enemy of all realm-folk, the Invictus, attacks at a fae wedding, Abigail’s simple human life gets turned upside down. She doesn’t know if she has the courage to pursue a path that means giving herself body and soul to a mastyr vampire. Will she return to her normal existence in Flagstaff, Arizona? Or will she embrace the dark…


Caris Roane has published nine paranormal novels and novellas and writing as Valerie King, fifty Regency works.  In 2005, Romantic Times gave her a Career Achievement award in Regency Romance.  As Caris Roane, she currently writes paranormal romance for St. Martin’s Press and also self-publishes the continuing stories for her Guardians of Ascension series as well as stories set in other worlds.  

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Cover Reveal - Darkness Watching by Emma L. Adams

Darkness Watching by Emma L. Adams 
(Darkworld #1) 
Publication date: September 30th 2013 
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

Seventeen-year-old Ashlyn is one interview away from her future when she first sees the demons. She thinks she’s losing her mind, but the truth is far more frightening: she can see into the Darkworld, the home of spirits– and the darkness is staring back.

Desperate to escape the demons, Ash accepts a place at a university in the small town of Blackstone, in the middle of nowhere – little knowing that it isn’t coincidence that led her there but the pull of the Venantium, the sorcerers who maintain the barrier keeping demons from crossing from the Darkworld into our own world.

All-night parties, new friendships and a life without rules or limits are all part of the package of student life – but demons still stalk Ash, and their interest in her has attracted the attention of every sorcerer in the area. Ash is soon caught between her new life and a group of other students with a connection to the Darkworld, who could offer the answers she’s looking for. The demons want something from her,  and someone is determined to kill her before she can find out what it is.

In a world where darkness lurks beneath the surface, not everyone is what they appear to be..


Emma spent her childhood creating imaginary worlds to compensate for a disappointingly average reality, so it was probably inevitable that she ended up writing fantasy and paranormal for young adults. She was born in Birmingham, UK, which she fled at the first opportunity to study English Literature at Lancaster University. In her three years at Lancaster, she hiked up mountains, skydived in Australia, and endured a traumatic episode involving a swarm of bees in the Costa Rican jungle. She also wrote various novels and short stories. These included her first publication, a rather bleak dystopian piece, and a disturbing story about a homicidal duck (which she hopes will never see the light of day).

Now a reluctant graduate, she can usually be found in front of her writing desk, creating weird and wonderful alternative worlds. Her debut novel The Puppet Spell, published in 2013 by Rowanvale Books, is a fantasy tale for young adults and the young at heart, inspired by her lifelong love of the fantastical, mythology, and video games. Emma also writes supernatural fantasy novels for older teens and adults. Her next book,Darkness Watching, is the first in the upper-YA/New Adult Darkworld series, and will be published in September 2013 by Curiosity Quills Press.

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Rock My Heart by Selene Chardou - Release Day Event

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Rock_Heart_Kindle_Nook“I thought I knew what I wanted but someone forgot to tell me that you have to embrace the ugly in a relationship in order to appreciate the beauty of what you have created between another person and yourself. The following is what happens when you think you can take a short cut but in life, as in love, easy doesn’t come without difficulty, and if you want love to survive, you have to fight for it each and every day.”Sydney Landvik Syd and Kaz survived getting together in the most unusual of ways, a rigorous world tour and his crazy ex-wife but their relationship will be tested more than they ever thought was possible. Now that Sydney is expecting their first child and they are engaged, demons from Kaz’s past rear their ugly head and cause a catalyst that will spin their world completely out of control. Kaz reacts in the only way he knows how and that is to shut down his emotions while contemplating a deal for Scarlet Fever that could set them up for life and finally give them the stability they need. Meanwhile, Syd reacts to the situation in a way that is completely unbecoming and may spell the end of their relationship and the happy ending she has craved for so long. Can two people—who have gone through the fires of lust and love—reconnect with what brought them together in the first place and make peace not only with themselves and each other or will the pressure prove too great and tear them apart for good? This is the explosive conclusion to one of the most exciting and twisted love affairs in rock history. 

Meet the Author

Selene Chardou is a world traveler and the alter-ego of Elle Chardou. Ms. Chardou’s writing is all about hot romance and exciting times with the wild, damaged, out of control and/or the rich and famous set in the New Adult realm. She is currently working on In Too Deep, the conclusion to The Lovers Duet, and The Will To Love, book two in the Scarlet Fever Series, which chronicles the relationship of Will, the bassist of Scarlet Fever and Laurel, Syd’s BFF who fell head over heels for the hot rocker. Ms. Chardou has lived abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England), Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. 

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Darkest Dawn by E.I. Jennings - Launch Day

The day has finally arrived...welcome everyone to Darkest Dawn and the darkness...

Book – Darkest Dawn – Book Two in The Jessica Dawn Series
Author – E.I Jennings
Genre – Paranormal Erotica
Release Date – 31st August 2013

Book Synopsis
The Darkest Days are finally upon us and the Daughters of Eve shall rise again. 
Jess sacrificed herself for the people she loved but she now has to pay the consequences for her actions because something dark is coming and it is heading straight for her. She really did not think her life could get any more complicated but when another tall dark stranger walks back into her life she realises she has a decision to make. All she wants is for everyone to leave her alone and let her live the life she thought she once had but things are getting out of control fast. The love she has for Reuban can only ground her for so long and her anger is beginning to spiral out of control. If she tells him how she really feels she could lose him forever or get him killed and that is a risk she could never forgive herself for. 
The Council have accepted her for what she is but has she? There is a huge possibility everyone she loves is going to die if she stays, but if she walks away she will have to leave the love of her life behind and that would rip her soul apart.
The only way out is to work with the one person she hates more than anything in this world and that was going to take a lot of self-restraint if she was going to get through this nightmare without killing him.
Reuban can see the torment within Jess and it is breaking his heart. He would do anything to ease her pain even if it meant letting her walk away, destroying him in the process. His only hope is to seek guidance from Brigate and finally understand the true meaning of Megan's Prophecy. It started with a Prophecy and it is there he will find the truth and it is a secret that could tear the Council to pieces.
A fractured alliance will be formed again with a new generation of warriors and Jess is at its centre. The war is about to begin and a destiny will finally be fulfilled!

Author Bio
E.I Jennings lives in Derbyshire in the UK with her husband and two black cats.  She has always had a keen interest in writing and a vivid imagination.  At the age of 16 she wrote my first romance short story as a hobby and never thought about publishing.  After a few jobs E.I Jennings re-evaluated her life and has become an author full time specialising in Paranormal Romance Erotica.  Her first novel Rising Dawn was quickly followed by the novella Burning Desire; Juliet's Story.  E.I Jennings is currently working on the next instalment in the Jessica Dawn Series and is hoping to release more in the near future.  Each book are testament that through hard work, imagination and a little help from friends anything is possible and dreams can happen. 


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Rising Dawn – Book One in The Jessica Dawn Series -
Burning Desire – A Jessica Dawn Novella -
For 5 days from 31st August Rising Dawn will be free on Amazon in celebration of the release of Darkest Dawn.

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Death & Maria…

I stood staring through the glass partition when I saw that ginger Empath look up and storm in my direction.  I rolled my eyes and sighed.  Why did I always have to receive abuse from women?  Civilisations had bowed down to me in fear and now I couldn’t even scare a stupid Empath!
“What the hell do you think you’re doin?”  She was stood in my way with her hand on her hips and it was taking all of my self-control not to move her out of the way.  Jess was obviously feeling elated because her wings were fully outstretched,
“And you can cut that out right now!”  And now the silly woman was pouting and tapping her foot.  This will not do at all!
“DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM YOU SILLY CREATURE?” I bellowed.  That should have scared her but I watched in amazement when she looped her arm in mine and turned us around.  I found myself looking over my shoulder at Jess kissing her wolf while I was being manhandled by a woman,
“Yadda, yadda, yadda, I know exactly who you are and if you call me a stupid ginger Empath once more I’m slapping your face.  Oh and you can pack that stupid voice in as well.  It doesn’t work on me when Jess does it and it sure as hell won’t work coming from Death, so you can just stop it!”
“Seriously!  When was the last time you spoke normal?  I’m betting you didn’t speak to Eve like that, in fact I bet you were all hearts and flowers before you knocked her up?” she interrupted.  If she wasn’t careful I would judge her right here.  How dare she speak to me in this manner!
“HOW…”  Heavens above, she was interrupting me again!  She stopped and stood in front of me placing her hand on my arm,
“Look cut the crap!  I can feel how worried you are for Jess so be her father for once and not a ‘know it all’ celestial being.  Her voice scares the shit out of her and I’m guessing you had a hand in saving her again so please try and be normal for her.”
“LOOK…” I coughed.  I couldn’t believe a stupid ginger Empath was making me change my voice but here I was doing just that, “…she is my daughter and I couldn’t let her die so I helped her along a little.  Not that it’s any of your business might I add!” I sighed,
“The name is Maria by the way, NOT the stupid ginger Empath!  Jess is ok but she will need time to come to terms with the fact you’re here.  When Eve died it destroyed her and she’s felt alone ever since.  Deep down she doesn’t even hate you, she regrets not knowing you and so barging in there isn’t going to do you any good.  I have no idea what you’re doing here because Jess isn’t ready and you have incredibly shit timing!” she pouted,
“I am here to protect my daughter from the approaching darkness and if I go back now Evelyn will have my balls!”  I seemed to have an uncontrollable urge to talk to this woman and it was annoying.
“Excuse me, Evelyn?” she questioned looking puzzled.  Of course, she wouldn’t know Evelyn was in the mists with me,
“Yes Evelyn, my wife and Jess’ mother.  She would not be pleased if I simply ran back home without trying to help our daughter!” I scowled,
“Eve is with you?” she said astonished,
“Yes.  Has anyone told you that you’re nosey for a crossbreed?” I said raising an eyebrow,
“But she died?”
“Yes indeed she did!”  Maria was starting to try my patience,
“And you didn’t judge her?”  Her voice was sounding an octave higher probably from the shock,
“It was not my place to!”
“Because she was your wife?”
“ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS!  EVELYN IS NOT YOUR CONCERN AND NEITHER IS JESS.  IF YOU DO NOT STEP OUT OF MY WAY I WILL SMITE YOU!” I bellowed shacking the light fittings.  I stood in absolute horror when the stupid ginger Empath started laughing,
“Oh...sorry…wait…can’t breathe…oh God…smite!” she snorted and I raised an eyebrow.  It was no wonder Bunny and Jess liked this woman because she was insane,
“Will you stop laughing?”  Even I was starting to smile,

“I swear if you call me a stupid ginger Empath once more…I mean it!  You know Eve was my friend and it was my job to protect her.  I’m now friends with Jess and if you think I’m gonna let you stroll in there and upset her after she’s been asleep for six weeks you really have another thing coming!  You may be a scary Archangel but you’re also a father and it’s about time you stepped up to your responsibilities.  I promise you that once she is a little more stable I will take great pleasure in introducing you but for now just let her have a little time with the man she loves, please.”

Friday, August 30, 2013

Wings of Nester by Devri Walls


Wings of Arian
by Devri Walls
Series: Solus #1
Published: April 24th 2012


Kiora thought she had never heard a lie until she was sixteen. But she was wrong. Her entire existence was based on nothing but. She thought that evil did not exist. Lie. That magic was not real. Lie. And that the land of Meros was all there was. One more lie.

With Aleric telling her that evil is knocking on the door and that she is the only one who can stop them she has a choice to make. Refuse, or start the wildest most painful ride of her life.
She reluctantly dips her toe into her new existence of magic and threads, dragons and shapeshifters, and the person who wants to take control of it all: the evil Dralazar.

However, this journey was never meant to be hers alone. She will be accompanied by a Protector. To her disbelief, and utter irritation they name the hotheaded, stubborn, non -magical, (albeit gorgeous) Prince Emane. They will have to trust each other with their lives, but right now Kiora would settle for a non hostile conversation.

And now it comes down to this, If you had never heard a lie, would you know when you heard one? Is knowing good from evil innate? Kiora finds herself having to decide who lives and who dies on those very questions.

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Wings of Tavea
by Devri Walls
Series: Solus #2
Published: November, 2012


Kiora is rapidly learning that evil and lies come in shades of black and white and swirling greys, but nothing could have prepared her for the shock of leaving Meros.

Kiora and her protector Emane step through the pass into a world they never knew existed but were always meant to save, only to find it far worse than they could have ever imagined. Good has been forced into hiding for its own survival, while the rest of the land bows to the Shadow, a force that pushes any remaining thoughts of Dralazar from Kiora’s mind. This land is full of new creatures, each more dangerous than the last. Her visions have taken on a deadly twist, and magic, or what comes of it, was never so real. And then there is Alcander: a Tavean, their guide, and an entirely different kind of trouble.

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Wings of Nestor 
Devri Walls 
Series: Solus #3
Publication date: June 24th 2013


Kiora needs answers. Who is the Shadow? Who is Jasmine? Are they connected? And even more pressing: how can she stop Shadow from using Kiora’s dreams as a map to find them? They have escaped three times, but are living on borrowed time—and everybody knows it.

Her search for help will push her closer to Alcander, send her to the dragon mountain of Toopai, and straight back to Meros—where magic will finally return to the land of no magic. Answers will be uncovered and plans unearthed that have been waiting for thousands of years.

But with the Shadow’s forces gathering, it looks like the land’s path is hurtling towards one outcome: war with the Shadow and death to all rebels. Armed with knowledge and hope, Kiora is determined to change that path. But will fate allow it? Or will it deal her a hard lesson about following ones own destiny?



Devri Walls lives in Kuna Idaho with her husband and two kids. She has worked as a music teacher and currently, a preschool teacher. She majored in theater and her love of a story still drives her today. Thankfully, she has finally found an outlet for all the voices in her head. Her first novel, Wings of Arian, is available on Amazon, Barnes and Nobles and Apple. The second book in the Solus trilogy, Wings of Tavea is scheduled for release Nov 2012.

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A 25.00 Visa gift card,
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A signed poster of Wings of Nestor,
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Open to US/Can

My Review:  July 2013   ~ Review Copies ~

Normally I add my goodreads reviews here, but I am going to put them at a later date.   First, I would like to thank the author Devri Walls for giving me these books for an honest review.  I read books 1 - 3, I have to say with book one that it started out slow for me and I was pretty put out with Kiora, although I knew she was whiny on purpose plus she was a teenager finding out her world depends on her.  Emane her protector fought with her quite a bit in the first book also, but it did move along.  Book two was even better.  We get new characters and creatures and a new world thrown in the mix.  Then we have Wings of Nester book three, I have to say outstanding.  I am ready for book four to find out what happens next.  Awesome job Devri with the world building, character building and all the creatures good and bad.

Book Blast - Loving Lachlyn by R.E. Butler

Loving Lachlyn 
Ashland Pride, Book Two

Available for Preorder in August 2013 in the Apple iBookstore,Barnes & Noble, and Kobo!

**Official Release Date:  August 27, 2013**

For many years, mountain lion Alek Fallon believed he was fated to be alone forever.  But after meeting Lachlyn, he knows that he’s found his mate in the sweet she-bear and opens his home to her and her second mate, were-bear Jericho.  Lachlyn is a shifting dud and cannot transform into her bear self.  When Jericho’s father tries to force her into her bear form using a cattle prod, she nearly dies.  Jericho’s father swears to find them, and now Alek, Jericho, and the lion pride are working together to keep everyone safe.  When the mountain lions’ enemy interferes, it’s not only Lachlyn’s life that is on the line, but all of theirs.

This book contains plenty of m/f/m loving, two men who will love their woman to the best of their ability, interfering female lions who don’t know when to give up, and a camper used as a honeymoon suite.  Be prepared for growling, neck biting, ceremonial marking, and a lot of sweethearted male mountain lions who just want to find love.


I always wanted to be a homebody and live in one place for my entire life, but fate had other plans. In the past twelve years of my married life, we’ve moved seven times, including from one coast to the other. Southern New Jersey is home now and I love it.  I have two young children, a husband who begrudgingly pays for my ebook addiction, and two dogs that think they’re people. After college, I spent eight years as an executive assistant before “retiring” at twenty-seven to become a stay-at-home mom. I have a soft spot for self-published authors, Ghirardelli chocolate, muscle cars, and men with tattoos.  Most people who know me don’t know I have a tattoo of a tiger on my hip or that I have an unhealthy obsession with The Simpsons.

I love sunsets, several cups of coffee in the morning, and I absolutely cannot live without books. When I’m not busy with my family, you’ll find me sitting at my desk working on any number of projects, including reading, reviewing, and writing.

I adore talking to fans and other authors, so please write to me!  You can email me at rebutlerauthor@gmail, find me on Twitter, or join me on Facebook.

VBT - From Wallstreet With Love by Leigh Boyer

Contemporary Fiction/Suspense
Date Published: 1/17/13

This novel is a scandalous tale of the bad behavior that goes on in the world of high finance. In the background, the nation's economic crisis is unveiling as the banks play a central role. It is told through the eyes of 30-something Leigh Boyer, who is thrilled when she is hired as Director of Corporate Citizenship at a major Wall Street firm, Metropolis (Metro) Financial. Leigh feels that she has finally "made it," successfully hiding a provincial inferiority complex by reinventing herself as a "real" New Yorker, replete with Jimmy Choo shoes, full-body aggression on the subway, and a Wall Street job where the everyday madness would shock her polite Midwestern family. Unfortunately, her dream job turns out to be a nightmare, as the Wall Street of Leigh's imaginings is eroded by one eye-opener after another. Leigh quickly learns that she is not alone in harboring secrets—the company is riddled with them. While she is responsible for portraying her employer as a good corporate citizen, in reality, Metro is anything but. Instead she finds herself dealing with infidelity scandals, embezzlement crimes, cad-like behavior, unethical financial schemes, and "accidental" customer deaths. Further complicating matters is her love affair with a hated New York Times business reporter, who publishes the exact secrets Metro is trying so hard to keep hidden. Leigh's escapist James Bond fantasies and a few hard-won allies help her bear the insanity that is business as usual at Metro.


Sir Richard Branson was even more handsome in person than in photographs. I couldn't believe my good fortune to have him seated not far from me in Business Class. Who would have thought that he actually flew on his own airline? Rumor had it that he had his own handpicked crew. Apparently non-model types need not apply. 
He was headed toward me, stopping to shake every passenger's hand along the way, while addressing them by name. He looked like the adventurer that he was: understated in jeans, and tan with long, thick grey hair pulled back in a ponytail. 
"Leigh, welcome to Virgin," he said when he reached me. "I have an open seat next to me. Would you like to change seats and join me on this long flight?" 
Yes, yes, yes, I screamed inside myself while only managing a nod. I gathered my things and dizzily followed him down the aisle. 
Brrrrring! Brrrrring! Brrrrring! The intruding ringing of the phone jolted me out of my delicious daydream and back to the harsh reality of my life. 
In the opulent conference room high above Park Avenue, it seemed as if the wall phone never stopped ringing. As Macon Powers strode quickly to answer it, her high heels resounded off the black marble floor with a clicking reminiscent of the old Wall Street stock ticker machines. Her pencil-thin suit and Jimmy Choo pumps matched her personality: sharp, ambitious and self-important. As head of the Public Affairs Department for Metro Financial, she made sure all her direct reports knew who was in charge.

Leigh Boyer

Leigh Boyer is an accomplished professional with experience in the financial services domain.
She currently is Asia Pacific editor for Entrepreneur Today — a magazine dedicated to helping new entrepreneurs make their dreams become reality. She is the former Director of Metropolis Financial’s Office of Corporate Citizenship and oversaw a global commitment to fund financial education projects. Prior to that, she was accepted into the highly competitive internship program with McLean Investments in New York City.
She is the author of a critically acclaimed personal finance book, The Metropolis Money Guide.

Ms. Boyer received her Bachelor’s degree in Public Affairs from Stanford University and her Master’s in International Finance from the Sorbonne University in Paris, France. She currently resides in Hong Kong.
Her first novel, To Wall Street With Love, is available through and is based very loosely on her experiences working in finance.


Book Blitz - The Woodlands by Lauren Nicolle Taylor

Title:  The Woodlands
Author: Lauren Nicolle Taylor
Published: Clean Teen Publishing, August 30th, 2013
Word Count:  approx. 92,000
Genre:  YA Mature Dystopian Romance
Content Warning:  Non-graphic Violence
Recommend Age:  14+


Rosa never thought she’d make it to sixteen...

When being unique puts you in danger and speaking your mind can be punishable by death,  you might find yourself fighting to survive. Sixteen-year-old Rosa lives in one of the eight enclosed cities of The Woodlands. Where the lone survivors of a devastating race war have settled in the Russian wilderness because it’s the only scrap of land left habitable on the planet. In these circular cities, everyone must abide by the law or face harsh punishment. Rosa's inability to conform and obey the rules brands her a leper and no one wants to be within two feet of her, until she meets Joseph. He's blonde, fair-skinned, green-eyed, and the laid-back complete opposite of Rosa. She's never met anyone quite like him, and she knows that spells danger.

But differences weren't always a bad thing. People used to think being unique was one of the most treasured of traits to have. Now, the Superiors, who ruthlessly control the concrete cities with an iron fist, are obsessed with creating a 'raceless' race. They are convinced this is the only way to avoid another war. Any anomalies must be destroyed.

The Superiors are unstoppable and can do anything they want. After all, they are considered superheroes by the general public. But not everyone sees them this way. When they continue to abuse their power by collecting young girls for use in their secret, high-tech breeding program, they have no idea that one of those girls has somehow managed to make friends even she didn't know she had. And one man will stop at nothing to save her.



We could hear them now. They had separated and were circling our little campsite, sniffing and panting. Without asking, Joseph swept me into his arms and unceremoniously catapulted me into the tree. I couldn’t get a grip on the branch and I slipped, just hanging from the rough bark by my hands, my feet a foot off the ground.
Alexei’s voice carried down. “No. The tree won’t hold all of us.” He was aiming his whispers at Joseph. “Take her to the one over there.” He pointed across the circle to the other big pine. Joseph growled as he held his arms out for me to fall into. I let go and he caught me but I quickly wiggled out of his grasp and to my feet.
We ran to the opposite tree. Joseph was about to lift me when I stopped him. “You first,” I didn’t want to be thrown again.
“Are you joking? No!” he whispered tersely. He was angry but I knew it was the smart thing to do. The wolves were moving in, watching our little performance with hungry eyes. A black wolf had taken the lead. It was so close to the ground, it looked as though it was slithering, only a couple meters away from us. Its yellow eyes were menacing in the almost dark. A soft growl emitted from its bared teeth. We didn’t have time to argue.
“I need you to pull me up!” I shoved him. I think it took all his strength to obey me, but he did. Once in the branch, he grabbed my arm and pulled. But something was wrong. I was stuck. No, not stuck, something was pulling me backwards. Did it bite me? I felt no pain. I turned around to see the black wolf had a hold of my pant leg. It was tugging me to the ground, my toes desperately trying to find something to push off but finding only scrapings of dirt and air. Joseph eyes looked crazed with worry as he grabbed me with both arms and pulled as hard as he could, my arms straining at their sockets. Then I felt teeth sink into flesh and I screamed. For a split second, the animal paused, which was long enough for me to kick it as hard as I could with my good leg. It yelped and then it lunged. I closed my eyes. This was it. Air rushed across my face and I was flying.
When I opened them again, I was in Joseph’s arms and the wolves were surrounding the tree, moving in unison as if in a dance, taking turns jumping and scratching at the trunk and trying to snap at our toes.
Joseph was breathing hard. So was I. He was holding me so tight that I was starting to feel suffocated.
“Joseph,” I whispered, “I’m ok, you can let me go.” He looked at me and it registered. He loosened his hold on me, but he didn’t let go. After a few seconds, he put his large hands on either side of my waist and helped me to stand on the branch. A flicker in my chest made me pause. We needed to climb higher, just to be safely out of reach of the frenzied clawing that was taking place beneath us. I pushed up onto my toes, feeling the squelch of the sock in my left boot, which was filling with blood.
As we climbed higher, we heard them shouting from the other tree. It was Clara I could hear the clearest. “Are you all right, Rosa?” Her voice sounded high and strained. It must have been very uncomfortable for her, sitting in a tree. I hoped Deshi was looking after her.
“She’s safe,” Joseph answered for me. “What about you?”
“All good over here,” she said, adding, “Beautiful moon, don’t you think?” My eyes were starting to get sore from all the rolling I had done since I met her. She always managed to find a positive even in the worst situation possible.
Joseph chuckled. I looked up at the sky, and sure enough, there was a beautiful moon rising, casting pointed, ghostly shadows on the forest floor.
“Joseph, I’m not ok. It bit me,” I whispered.
He nodded tightly. “I know. I just didn’t want to worry her,” he confessed quietly. I was grateful that, for once, we were on the same page.

About the Author:

Lauren Nicolle Taylor is a 33-year-old mother living in the tiny, lush town of Bridgewater on the other side of the world in Australia. She married her high school sweetheart and has three very boisterous and individual children. She earned a Bachelors degree in Health Sciences with Honours in Obstetrics and Gynecology and majored in Psychology while minoring in Contemporary Australian Writing. 

After a disastrous attempt to build her dream house that left her family homeless, She found herself inexplicably drawn to the computer. She started writing, not really knowing where it may lead but ended up, eight weeks later, with the rough draft of The Woodlands. 

In 2013, Lauren Nicolle Taylor accepted a publishing contract with Clean Teen Publishing. Her first published novel, The Woodlands, was released on August 30, 2013. Currently, Lauren has finished her manuscript for the second book in the series titled: The Wall, as well as partially completed the third book in the series which at this time is unnamed.

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 A digital copy of The Woodlands, a Woodlands bookmark, a surprise Clean Teen Publishing swag gift and a Clean Teen Publishing digital book of the reader’s choosing.  (International)

VBT - The Demon's Desire by Kendra Leigh Castle

The Demon's Desire
Hearts of the Fallen
Book Two
Kendra Leigh Castle

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Covet - Entangled Publishing
Date of Publication: 8/26/13
ISBN: 9781622662753
Number of pages: 225
Cover Artist: Fiona Jade

Book Description:

He’s as dark and dangerous as the storms he once commanded…and she can’t get him out of her heart.

Dru has spent two thousand years fighting to keep the people of Terra Noctem safe. In all that time, she's only opened her heart to one man, with disastrous results. But when her city takes in a group of renegade Fallen, she finds herself drawn to the brooding and tormented Meresin, despite the fact that he seems to be the least redeemable of them all. When his instability hits a breaking point, Meresin’s only chance at survival is a perilous journey into a place from which few ever return. What he never expected was that confronting his demons would mean risking not only his future, but Dru's as well...and that one stubborn vampire might give him back not just hope…but his heart.


Chapter One

 “He’s at it again.”

Dru raised her eyes from her work—or whatever you called it when you spent ten minutes decorating the letter “O” with a mustache and top hat—to fix her visitor with a baleful look.

“He who? My brother?”

Vivi offered her an apologetic half-smile from where she stood in the arched doorway to Dru’s office. Unfortunately, that was all the answer Dru needed. It was never Justin. The vampire king was as reliable in marriage as he was about everything else, and none of Justin’s annoying quirks or habits seemed to faze Vivi. Nice for them. In this case, though, not so much for her. She knew what Vivi wanted.

Dru propped her chin on her fist and sighed. “Meresin.”

“Meresin,” Vivi agreed. She lightly shifted her weight from foot to foot, full of restless energy. Dru didn’t doubt that Vivi would rather be fixing this herself instead of running for help. But Vivi had been a vampire hunter before falling for Justin, and her methods—which tended to involve lethal force and sharp objects—wouldn’t be a lot of use with an ornery fallen angel.

Vivi tucked a lock of ebony hair behind her ear. “There are a couple of things on fire. Again.”

“Damn it.” Dru sighed, letting her pen drop to the desk with an angry little snap. “By things you mean people, right?”

“No.” She chewed her lip. “Okay, maybe. Justin’s managed to keep it from turning into a riot—so far, anyway—but you know how Meresin gets when people start in on him. It’s like poking an angry tiger with a stick.”

“More like licking your finger and purposely sticking it into an electrical socket.” Dru stood with a groan, wishing she could be more grateful for the opportunity to stretch her legs. Her city had been through enough lately. It didn’t need to be filled with smoke on top of everything else.

She shook her head, a pale blond lock of hair falling into her face. “I’ve been alive for two thousand years, and I’m still amazed at how dumb people can get once they figure very little can kill them anymore.”

Vivi finally grinned, the smile lighting up her fair, heart-shaped face. “Death just gets a lot more creative when you’re a vampire.”

Dru snorted. “Being fried by an angry fallen angel is definitely creative. Come on. Bring me to Mr. Happy. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see me.”

She fell into step beside Vivi as the two of them made their way through the stone halls of the palace that was the heart of Terra Noctem. The underground city of vampires and other night creatures, magically protected and carved from the walls and floor of a massive cave, had been forced to move from what had become a comfortable spot beneath Washington, DC, only a month ago, after nearly being overrun by demons. Relocation with the aid of ancient spells was complicated, but it had been periodically necessary since the beginning. There had been a time, centuries ago, when every move the city made had been an adventure to Dru. Now, the process was just annoying. More paperwork, more upheaval, dealing with vamps who found new ways to get into trouble aboveground…not to mention she was still handling the aftermath back in DC. They’d left a burned-out husk of a building where a luxe vampire/human nightclub had once been, and even vampire royalty had to deal with insurance companies.

She’d gotten comfortable in DC, the thing Dru had told herself over and over not to do. And here she was again, at loose ends and starting from scratch—literally—this time beneath the charming little beach town of Mirage, Florida. The beach club that would be their income and entertainment aboveground, her people’s way of contributing to and blending in with the human society that would be sustaining them in more ways than one, was still in the planning stages, though things were coming together nicely. She’d only been up there once this entire month, to check out the site she’d purchased. That was bad news. Of the two of them, Justin was the workaholic.

All work and no play made her bitchy.

“Where are the rest of them?” Dru asked. “I think it’s awfully suspicious that the mighty Fallen all vanish into thin air every time Meresin turns into a lightning rod. I’m the last person who should be trying to talk him down.”

“That’s funny, because Justin thinks you’re the only person who ought to be trying to talk him down,” Vivi replied. The enormous wooden doors at the end of the hall swung open as they approached, revealing the dark and glittering gem of a city just beyond.

Dru smirked ruefully at Vivi. “That’s because my brother likes to torment me.”

“True. But he also thinks Meresin listens to you.” Vivi was nearly running to keep up with Dru’s long stride.

Dru rolled her eyes. “He listens to the sound of my voice, at least. Then he runs. But all things considered, I guess that’s close enough.”

She forced herself to slow down so that Vivi didn’t have to sprint. At 5’10”, Dru stood more than a head taller than her sister-in-law, and that was without the heels she favored. Even with the obvious height difference, though, she was prone to forgetting just how much longer her stride was. Probably because she was normally too busy being entertained by Vivi’s quick wit to notice. Her brother had gotten a good one.

Together, they walked down the steps that radiated outward from the palace doors in a semicircle, descending to the wide cobblestone street. The palace sat at the head of High Street, the main thoroughfare of Terra Noctem. The tall, gothic structure was carved into the pale and glittering stone wall of the cave that protected them, set slightly higher than the rest of the buildings so that from any of the windows, one could look out and see the city spread before them. It was a place of power, both for Justin and for the Necromancium, the council of night races that governed them all. It was also home when Dru wanted it to be. She had rooms there and used them often enough. But she had a cozier place out in the city that she preferred, a place that was hers alone.

The alone part of the equation had begun to wear on her lately. It was probably time to take a lover again. She just couldn’t quite bring herself to begin the process of looking. She also doubted there was anyone out there right now who would appeal. Not when she was uncomfortably fixated on someone already. Someone completely unsuitable, who she should really get over and forget about…though that would be a lot easier if she didn’t keep getting called in to talk him down.


“Hmm?” She realized that Vivi was looking uncharacteristically embarrassed. Dru knew that look. And really, she’d been waiting for the question.

“You might as well ask. It’s not like the whole city hasn’t heard about it.”

“Oh,” Vivi said. She hesitated for a few seconds, then continued, “You and Meresin…is that really true?”

Dru sighed. Only a few people had actually seen what happened, but the story just wouldn’t die. “It was a kiss. One kiss. Once.” In public. That’ll teach me, she thought.

Vivi looked both amused and impressed. “Wow. Kissing. That…doesn’t sound like Meresin.”

Dru smirked despite herself, remembering the look on his face in the split-second before he’d realized what she was up to. “Trust me, it wasn’t his idea. He was in charge of making sure Ember didn’t go anywhere one night, back before she and Raum officially got together, and she asked me if I’d work up a distraction so she could get out of here,” Dru said, referring to her beautiful half-demon friend who was now mated to Raum of the Fallen—which, she thought smugly, might not have happened half so fast if she hadn’t given Ember a hand. “The distraction worked really, really well. Which is probably why he’s never forgiven me.”

Vivi’s soft laugh was full of sympathy. “I don’t think he forgives anyone for anything, if that makes you feel any better.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Who says I feel bad about it? He’s the one with the problem.”

That wasn’t exactly true, but it sounded good. A single, meaningless kiss shouldn’t still matter to anyone. It wouldn’t still matter, if she could forget the feel of him, or the taste of him. The quiet, forbidding fallen angel who hated everyone and everything had yielded to her, just for a moment, and she’d been able to feel just how much passion and need he had walled up inside himself. The hunger in him had seemed violent, fathomless.

She couldn’t let it go. And Meresin didn’t seem to be able to, either…though she suspected his reasons were nothing like hers. Still, Dru found herself looking for him more often than she ought to, eyes seeking the only renegade Fallen who shunned even the most basic interactions, instead skulking in the shadows of the city, angry at the world.

Yeah, it was time to find a lover, she thought as her cheeks heated. Because this fixation was going nowhere fast.

It only took minutes to reach the crowd that had gathered in the circular plaza at the center of High Street. Rising above the mass of shouting vampires was an ornate fountain, a white marble relic from ancient Rome, featuring a winged goddess, her arms stretching to the heavens, the ripples in her draped gown created by such a skilled hand that she seemed ready to rise against the wind. At the moment, she looked like she wanted very much to get the hell away from what was quickly becoming an angry mob. Beneath her, water flashed and danced as it flowed into a pool currently hidden from view. But Dru could hear splashing. And ear-splitting wailing.

“Keep him away from me! Keep that freak away! He belongs back in Hell!”

Dru snorted. Vampires could be such babies.

Heads turned at Dru and Vivi’s approach, and Dru could hear her brother’s deep, commanding voice as he tried to keep order.

“Meresin, enough! If you were trying to teach him a lesson, he’s learned it! And if you’re trying to kill him, you’re going to have to go through me, so I suggest you calm down!”

There was a flash of violet light and another screech. It seemed that someone had really set Meresin off today.

Dru kept her head high as she strode through the crowd, which parted without a word from her. She could feel the energy rippling through the gathered vampires, though, and it was bad. Fangs were bared, and there was a lot of hissing. When the renegade Fallen had come to Terra Noctem nearly two years ago looking for sanctuary, most had found uneasy acceptance and even a degree of celebrity. They were beautiful, powerful, if not universally personable, and had proven useful enough that there was no real appetite for protesting their presence. Even their leader, Leviathan, who was not truly a fallen angel and was possibly the biggest enigma of the group, engendered no protest. But Meresin…Meresin was a different story.

Dru worried that her people had finally reached their breaking point with him.

When she emerged into the area that had cleared around the fountain, she immediately saw the source of the wailing—a soaked vampire trying to haul himself out of the red-tinted water. Something had sliced through his shirt, leaving a long red gash across his chest. The water had stained much of his white button-down shirt pink. His brown hair stood completely on end, still smoking. Nearby, another vamp was sprawled on the cobblestones, smoke rising lazily from his pale skin. He twitched weakly and moaned.

The vamp in the fountain caught sight of her and flopped around like a hooked fish, unable to regain his footing. Dru recognized him and cringed inwardly. She’d had to personally haul him out of human bars more than once for causing trouble. He wasn’t worth an angry mob, but it figured that he’d be the person to finally cause one.

“Dru!” he cried, flailing. “Dru, help me! He’s going to kill me! That crazy freak finally lost it!”

She made no move to help him out of the water. “With no help from you, I’m sure, Bob.”

“My name is Razer,” Bob shouted, throwing himself over the edge of the pool. “And I didn’t say anything! You can’t prove it! But even if I did,” he panted, hanging half in and half out of the fountain before sliding slowly onto the ground, “it’s no reason to try to kill me!”

“If I’d been trying to kill you, you’d already be dead.”

The silky voice was soft and deadly. Dru would have known it anywhere. She heard it even in her sleep. Steeling herself, she faced the man who had become the bane of her existence.

He waited a few feet away. Seeing him, being this close, sent a punch of heat through her system the way it always did, and she struggled to keep her expression neutral. With his ebony wings outstretched, his tall, lithe form clad all in black, he looked more like some vengeful Roman god than any kind of angel. His coal black hair was short, spiky, a marked contrast to his ivory skin. There was nothing soft about him. Meresin was all sharp edges and angles, beautiful and forbidding. His eyes tilted up at the corners, lending him a hint of the exotic among his brothers, and the irises were a shade of violet Dru had never seen before, and thought she never would again. Unlike his brothers, he carried no weapon. He was the weapon. Lightning, the same color as his eyes, crackled and flickered in his cupped palms, coiling up his arms.

His eyes locked with hers. A muscle in his cheek twitched, and he jerked his head to the side before she could even try to decipher his expression.

“Drusilla,” he said. Always so formal when forced to interact. She sighed.

“Meresin. I think this is about enough, don’t you?”

She took a step toward him. Immediately his body tensed, shoulders hunching the way they always did when she got near him, as though he were preparing for an attack. It was as frustrating and infuriating as ever.

“Damn it, Meresin. I’m not going to bite you,” she snapped. “Just stop, take a deep breath, and tell me what’s going on before these people try to tear you into tiny pieces.”

It was apparently the wrong thing to say…but then, she hadn’t quite figured out what the right thing to say to him was, whatever the circumstances. His eyes narrowed, glowing menacingly.

“They could try.”

“Oh, they’re going to,” she replied. “See, you may not have noticed, but vampires don’t really enjoy being electrocuted. Yet, strangely, you keep doing it anyway.”

“If some of them learned to keep their opinions to themselves, they wouldn’t need to worry.”

Dru raised her eyebrows. “Oh, I see. What are you, the psychotic Miss Manners of Terra Noctem? People say stupid, insulting things all the time. Ignore it, and you’ll feel better.” Justin helped the vampire who’d been face down get back on his feet. When the unfortunate vamp smiled weakly, smoke coiled from his mouth. Her brother shot Meresin a glare that promised doom.

Returning her focus to Meresin, she was startled by the bleak, wounded expression in his eyes. It vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a snarl as he whirled on the vamps who had slowly, tentatively begun to close in on him. His wings flared, and his hands flexed into claws that shimmered with beautiful impending death.

“You don’t understand,” he hissed, and it took Dru a moment to realize that he was still talking to her. “You have no idea what it’s like for me.”

It shouldn’t have tugged at her heart the way it did. She shouldn’t try to hear anything but his anger—what good would that do? He wasn’t interested in letting anyone in, least of all her. But it didn’t matter how many ways she tried to tell herself that he was a bad idea. Possibly the worst idea in a long life that had seen its fair share. To her, what he said sounded like a plea. He really thought that no one gave a damn about him. And it was true.


Dru closed the distance between them with the kind of speed no human was capable of, laying a hand on his arm. She could feel the muscles quivering with tension beneath her palm, the startling warmth of his skin such a contrast to the coolness of her own. He sucked in a breath and tried to jerk away, but she clamped her fingers around his wrist. There was a choked sound in the back of his throat, so soft it was barely audible. His violet eyes were wild as they stared into hers.

“Get a handle on it,” she said softly. “I know you can. Whatever those two idiots said, they can’t hurt you. They’re not worth this. Lock it down.”

He seemed to hold his breath for a long time, though in reality it was likely only a few seconds. Dru refused to break eye contact, silently willing him to put all that anger wherever he usually kept it. They’d done this little dance before, the two of them…but this was the first time she’d actually had to touch him. And, she had to admit, this was the worst she’d seen him. It gave her a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Whatever was wrong with him, it was worse.

When he pulled at his hand again, she let it go, very conscious of the way he rubbed at the spot where her hand had been, as though she’d burned him.

“As you wish, my lady,” Meresin’s silken voice mocked. “Happy?”

She tried to will an equally snide comment to her lips, but none would come. Her palm tingled. Her breathing was shallow. Damn it, he wasn’t the only one who needed to lock it down!

“It’s over, people. Break it up, and go find something else to do!” Justin’s narrowed eyes swept the crowd. Familiar pride flooded her as he flexed his power. He might be one man facing an angry crowd of twenty-five or thirty vamps, but he was the vampire king for a reason. At times like this, her little brother was intimidating as hell.

Justin’s eyes burned a dusky shade of red that glowed like embers. When the vamps in the crowd didn’t immediately disperse, instead either glaring at him or shuffling uneasily in place, he bared his fangs and roared in a voice that echoed throughout the city.


That did it. Some ran, some only stalked, but in seconds the plaza was all but empty. The two vampires who’d incurred Meresin’s wrath straggled along behind the rest, the wet one casting furious backward glances at the still-seething fallen angel.

Justin surveyed the plaza with obvious satisfaction, then spun and advanced on Meresin. Her brother’s expression was one Dru hadn’t seen in a while. Thankfully, it had been even longer since she had personally inspired it.

She moved to intercept him before her common sense had a chance to kick in. Positioning herself directly in front of Meresin, she held out a hand.

“Hold up, Justin. He’s not the only one who needs to cool off for a minute.”

“I don’t need your help!” Meresin snapped. “If he wants to fight me, he can go ahead. He’ll lose.”

That was something she was afraid of, actually, and had been ever since this small group of Fallen had shown up on Terra Noctem’s doorstep. Justin could take on just about anything. But immortal though he was, he had been born a man. These fallen angels had never been human. They were bigger, stronger, and infinitely more dangerous. Especially Meresin. The others cared about saving their own skins, at least, and had shown they could actually get attached to other people, to some small degree. She still wasn’t sure why Meresin had accepted the serpent-shifting Leviathan’s strange offer to escape Hell and do mercenary work for the archangels, though. He didn’t seem to care about anything, least of all himself.

“Dru—” Justin said, but she cut him off neatly as he came to a halt in front of her.

“Uh-uh. You dragged me down here. I did what you wanted. Now you get my invaluable input—let this go.”

Meresin stepped around her, and he was careful about it as ever. Not even the tip of a feather touched her.

“Why do you always send for her?” he asked. Much of the raw fury was gone from his voice, replaced by weary irritation. For him, that was about as good as it got. He sounded tired. But then, being mad at the world had to get pretty tiring.

“I do it because you actually seem to hear her when she tells you to stop,” Justin growled. “You’re deaf to everyone else.”

She didn’t bother to look at Meresin’s face. He’d either be angry or just disgusted. There would be no breakthroughs tonight where he was concerned. When he spoke again, though, the uncertainty in his voice surprised her.

“That’s…not true.” But there was no force behind the denial.

Dru raised her eyes—even now, she hated herself a little for enjoying the fact that she had to really look up to talk to him—and frowned as Meresin very pointedly avoided her gaze. He was as aware of their odd connection as she was, but he’d never acknowledge it. Or her, unless he absolutely had to.

One of these days, she’d figure out how to quit caring. Unfortunately, today was not that day.

Justin scrubbed a hand through his short crop of dark hair and sighed. Dru shot him a beseeching glance, and he shook his head at no one in particular before addressing Meresin again in a slightly calmer tone.

“This isn’t going to happen again,” he said.

“You sound awfully sure of that.” Meresin had traded anger for contempt, which Dru didn’t find to be a wise decision. Predictable, but not wise.

Justin was unfazed. Tall and broad-shouldered, he had been a warrior himself in the days of Caesar’s Rome, and while he might not stand tall enough to look the Fallen in the eye, he never backed down when they pushed him like this.

“I am sure of that. This is my city. A city you swore a blood oath to protect, not to destroy.”

“Nothing seems destroyed to me,” Meresin said flatly. “Your people are unruly, and so stupid that it’s a wonder any survive at all. I commanded all the aerial powers of Hell, and yet they hurl insults at me in the street. You should hope they learned something: not to threaten me.”

“And you should learn not to engage every asshole who calls you a name!” Justin snapped. “I can’t keep letting it go, Meresin. Your temper is worse, and my people are the ones who pay the price. Something’s got to give.” He tensed his jaw, glared at him, and then shook his head. “Uriel’s going to hear about this.”

Meresin stiffened, his pupils dilating strangely in the flickering lamplight. His tone, however, was as smooth as could be.

“Tattling to the angelic host? That’s your right, of course. But I expect Uriel will tell you the same thing they’ve said about me for centuries.”

“What’s that?” Justin asked.

His smile was as sharp as a blade, his eyes an abyss.

“I’m far too useful to kill.”

He took two steps back, then rocketed upward with a single flap of his massive wings. Dru moved to stand beside her brother as the two of them gazed upward into the blackness, where Meresin had quickly vanished.

“He sounds like he wishes someone would disagree,” she said softly, the bleak hopelessness in Meresin’s words echoing in her ears. It hadn’t been a threat. It had simply been a statement, and an unhappy one at that.

“I got that,” Justin said, and then blew out a breath. “I meant what I said. I’m going to talk to the other Fallen, and Uriel, if I can reach him.” He focused his deep red eyes on her, and he was no longer the vampire king—just her brother, loving and worried. “I know you have a thing for him, but he’s getting worse. He can’t go on like this. And neither can we.”

“I know,” she said, looking back up at the darkness that concealed the dome of the cavern far above. “I know.”

About the Author:

Kendra Leigh Castle was born and raised in the far and frozen reaches of Northern New York, where there was plenty of time to cultivate her love of reading thanks to the six-month-long winters.  Sneaking off with selections from her mother’s vast collection of romance novels came naturally and fairly early, and a lifelong love of the Happily Ever After was born.  After graduating from SUNY Oswego (where it also snowed a lot) with a teaching degree, Kendra ran off with a handsome young Navy fighter pilot and has somehow accumulated three children, three dogs, and one enormous cat during their many moves.

While stationed in a remote corner of the Nevada desert, Kendra penned her first romance, and a career often spent working in fuzzy slippers and pajamas was born.  Her work has garnered both critical praise and award nominations, but the best part has been connecting with readers who share her love of dark romance (not to mention heroes with sharp, pointed teeth).  Kendra currently lives in Maryland, and can usually be found curled up with her laptop and yet another cup of coffee working on her next book.  She loves to hear from her readers, and can be contacted via email or her Facebook page.

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