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Way of the Wolf: Ascension

Title: Way of the Wolf: Ascension
Author: Rebecca Anne Stewart
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 11, 2019
Publisher: Limitless Publishing

My father is the alpha, a mantle my unborn brother will take one day. But as daughter of the alpha, my role isn’t yet certain. 

 

 

 

My heart is set on becoming the beta, I want to show our kind that a female can be just as strong as any other wolf, without needing a mate to protect her.
But when my father is called to help a neighboring pack, suddenly everything changes. I’m thrown into a world of intrigue, deadly plots, and a fight for power.
As a female who never wanted or needed a mate, I now find myself torn between two males. One, the leader. The other, an untamed wolf.
Either way, taking a mate requires submission, and it’s not in my nature to submit. But no matter how hard I try to fight it, it seems my fate has already been decided.

 

 

Rebecca is an Author, musician and singer/song writer based in Alyth, Scotland. She focuses her energy on her creative passions and uses her Highland roots to influence all aspects of her life. 

 

Rebecca comes from a family of musicians and spent much of her childhood absorbing the sounds of traditional music while touring Scotland. Rebecca also has a keen interest in her genealogy as she descends from the country’s travelling folk, a culture steeped in history and stories.
A proud Scottish person with a rich family heritage, Rebecca enjoys spending time with her loved ones, travelling her beautiful native homeland and performing with friends.

 

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Jaylior Series

Series: Jaylior Series
Title: A Flare of Hope, A Flare of Power, A Flare of Sorrow, and A Flare of Love
Author: Elodie Colt
Genre: Paranormal Romance/New Adult Urban Fantasy
BOOK 1: $0.99 ~ BOOK 2: $1.99 ~ BOOK 3: $2.99 ~ BOOK 4: $3.99
 
She was one of a few hundred in the world. A rare piece of evolutionary perfection.

 

His only chance of salvation.

 

But also, his ultimate downfall…

 

The night they killed her sister was the worst in Haylie’s life. That was until a bunch of lunatics attacked her out of the blue, and a boy sacrificed himself to save her. Another murder happening in front of her eyes. Another life taken because she couldn’t prevent it. How the hell could she go on, living with the knowledge that their deaths were her fault?
Dylan was the best Fighter in the compound. Strong. Callous. Fearless. The perfect soldier.
As second-in-command, he had a decent life with friends he considered family and women queuing up for one taste of him.
Everything changed when she showed up on his radar. Incredibly, a Natural. So unique, even the color of her eyes had its own name—jaylior. Ever since Dylan joined the compound, he devoted his life to protect people like her but failed. Twice. Two women who found a horrible fate.
He should keep her safe, but how could he when all he craved was revenge? When each time he looked into those eyes he was reminded of the painful realization she might be the next to end up dead?

 

How would you feel if you were gifted to wield nature’s greatest power?

 

Ever since Haylie found out she was a Natural—one of the rarest human beings in existence—she was determined to find out about her power. The problem? She had no clue where to start. What made things worse was that Dylan, the man who’d dared her to show up in his periphery, was now her trainer and eager to push her to her limits.
Dylan was on a mission to avoid Haylie. She was the reason his brother was buried six feet under after all. Still, as long as they were in the dark about her ability, she was a ticking time bomb. And of course, he was the only one who could defuse it. In the end, no one could have guessed what kind of power she hid behind those haunting eyes of hers.
He was just glad they still had a year or two left before her Awakening.
Little did he know that time was quickly running out…

 

He failed to save them—his soulmate, his brother, and her sister.
He swore to protect her.
Now he broke his promise a fourth time.
Haylie was glad her Awakening was over. She could finally handle her power, thanks to Dylan who was slowly but surely breaking through their friend zone.
And slamming right into something far more intimate.
Her luck was short lived, though, when she suddenly found herself in the hands of a psychopath. Kidnapped and deceived by someone she’d thought she could trust.
Dylan was on the verge of losing his mind. The anger consuming him since his precious Natural had been snatched away under his watchful eyes was maddening. The only thing he could do was hope. Hope of finding Haylie and getting her out of wherever the hell she was. Alive.
Because if he lost her, he would find no reason to fight through another day…
He became her lover. Then he became her enemy.
Now, it was time to become her savior.
Haylie didn’t know how much more she could take.
Her father? Mysteriously alive and determined to become a part of her life.
Dylan? Unreachable. Caught in an inner war. Trapped in his own personal hell.
Haylie just wanted it to end. But the game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
Dylan was lost. Lost in an endless state of white-hot rage. Lost in his own torturing mind, tearing him apart little by little. Lost until she saved him, slamming right into his soul and slaughtering his demons while putting her life on the line without batting an eyelid.
 
She was the only thing stable in his life. She was the only one to make his past bearable. She was the only one to make his future livable. He’d sacrifice everything to give her the life she deserved, far away from the battles and the constant pain, but danger was once again hot on their heels…
Book 1, A Flare of Hope

 

My cigarette glowed in the darkness, and I watched the apartment through the haze of smoke. All the lights were off. Congratulations Dylan, you haven’t considered the possibility of her already being asleep. Worst cloak-and-dagger mission ever.
What now? Break in and sneak up on her in her bedroom? She might die of a heart attack. Not that I’d care, but this wasn’t my style. Damn, what was I even doing here?
There was a dimly lit courtyard leading to the backside which could help me getting a closer look. Maybe I could catch something through the windows.
Just as I approached the porch, the tip-tap of quiet footsteps resounded and something like keys jingling. Quickly hiding in the shadows, I saw a female figure coming up the steps.
Where did she suddenly come from? I should have spotted her on the sidewalk, but the streets had been clear. No human soul in sight. I remembered what Jimmy had said about the girl having a knack for moving on top of the buildings. Her hair was hidden behind a hood, but I could see some windblown strands sticking out in front of her face. She was panting, her chest heaving as if she’d just run ten miles.
So, this was the Natural. Damn, she didn’t have an ounce of imagination what burden lay on her shoulders.
She was tall, I guessed about five feet nine. Her clothes were plain black. It was obvious she wanted to blend in with the darkness. She moved with caution, her steps hesitant and her head whipping from side to side as if she feared for a creature to jump out of the shadows any second. Well, she wasn’t completely off base, considering I intended to do exactly that.
She turned the keys inside the lock, and the door clicked open. This was my opportunity.
Leaving my hideout, I rocked up to her. “Are you Haylie Bryceland?” I asked flat out.
Of course, the girl let out a shriek of surprise. She dropped the keys in her panic but reacted fast and snatched a baseball bat from behind the door. Huh, not a bad move. Her reflexes were astounding. Guess she had every right to be paranoid. Not that the baseball bat would help her driving off someone like me, but how was she supposed know?
The girl didn’t answer but just stood there with her wooden weapon, bracing herself for a fight she couldn’t possibly win. The way she held the handle—the knuckle of her bottom hand not pointing up the barrel, and her index finger not separated from the others—would make any baseball player do a face-palm.
I forced my thoughts back on track. She still owed me her name. And her confession.
In any case, I needed to handle the matter discreetly and avoid making a scene out here, so I repeated my question, trying to sound as calm as Jimmy. “I’m not here to hurt you.” Aren’t you? “Are you Haylie Bryceland?”
I took the steps up to the porch, and her grip tightened around the handle as if she was fighting the urge to recoil. Her lips quivered, but from the cold or from fear, I couldn’t tell. Her hood hid most of her face, but I should have been able to catch the Flare by now. And yet, her eyes hadn’t shown their natural reflection. Did I catch the wrong one?
“Why do you want to know my name?” Her voice was calmer than she felt. Demanding, even. She was walking on thin ice because tonight, I was her most formidable predator.
“I have every right to know. You are the reason he died, after all,” I growled in a deep timbre, not bothering to mention Ricky’s name. I wanted to know if she remembered it. See what it triggered in her.
Her first reaction was to backpedal with a gasp. Wrong move on her part because now I knew for a certainty that she was Haylie Bryceland—the third Natural I met in my life, right after Jenna and the sister, Shawna. All dead. Great track record, eh? And at last, the girl who was the reason Ricky was no more. To say I was stark raving mad would have been an understatement.
What she did next made me lose my cool for a moment, though. As if letting all her walls down, the bat slipped from her fingers and crashed onto the wooden panels with a loud clunk.
“Ricky,” she whispered, her tone so wistful it cracked its way right into my soul. Her hand moved to her trembling lips as if she was trying to hold in her sobs.
With a murderous glare and a wide step forward, I clutched her throat and slammed her into the nearest wall—too fast for her to react in time. Her hands flew up to mine, nails digging in in panic. I cut off her air supply with enough pressure to keep her from screaming, although I admit I was close to giving in to the need to squeeze just a little bit tighter. The world was better off without her. No… I was better off without her.
With my other hand, I yanked off the hood only to see short, piss-blonde hair. A fucking wig. Why was she wearing one?
Grabbing her chin, I bore my eyes into hers, but they were not the color I expected to see. No, it was something between gray and brown and looked completely off. On a closer look, I could make out the rim of contact lenses. A camouflage tactic. Certainly helpful to avoid attracting the Hunters’ attention. Unfortunately, not enough to avoid mine.
“I know what eye color you’re hiding behind those,” I spat, careful not to use the word ‘jaylior’. You never knew where Catchers were crawling around. Now it made sense why I couldn’t see the Flare—the lenses disrupted the natural light reflection.
My reproach made her shut her eyes and yank her head to the side—at least she tried, but my grip restrained her movements. Grabbing her wig, I yanked it off, and she cried out when it got stuck in her hair clip. Lush, glossy, dark brown hair lay underneath.
“Look at me!” I hissed at her, and she opened her eyes reluctantly. Damn, I couldn’t remove her contact lenses, but maybe it was better if I didn’t get to see myself reflected in those eyes. It would only remind me of all my failures.
First things first—I’m not an English native speaker. I live in a boring little town on the outskirts of Vienna, Austria, so probably very far away from you! I’m an avid reader and have been reading English books my entire life. When I write, I can’t think in my mother tongue anymore. For a long time, this was the reason I refused to take that leap of faith into publishing, because I feared I could never compete with the others. A year later, I decided it was worth the risk, and now here I am… Crazy!
 
I’m a hybrid steamy/erotic romance author. Doesn’t matter if contemporary, paranormal, dystopian, or urban fantasy—I write & read them all!
 
Relationship status—living happily with my boyfriend, not married and no kids, yet. I have a fulltime job in marketing and wish to make a living as an author. Let’s see how this will turn out in the future…
 
I’m too organized. Everything has its place, everything is planned. Also, I’m always busy and looking for work, which is pretty exhausting sometimes.
 
I have an uncanny talent for remembering faces and names, but I’m shitty when it comes to directions. I’m not kidding you, I can get lost everywhere, especially on ski slopes!
 
I love movies, my Kindle Reader, snowboarding, wakeboarding and sunbathing. I hate The Simpsons (I know, I’m probably the only person in the world, but I just can’t warm up to them), zombie movies, and fish (as in the food—got sick once and can’t touch that stuff ever since). 
 
That’s pretty much the short version of it. If you want to know more or have the feeling you need to stalk me, find me on the usual platforms.

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Claimed by Magic

Title: Claimed By Magic
Series: Wolf Creek Shifters Book Three
Author: H.R. Savage
Genre: Paranormal Romance (Standalone)
Release Date: May 28, 2019
 

 

 
The scorching final novel of the Wolf Creek Shifters series…
 
Fallon Stone is a lone wolf…and she prefers it that way. Sick of stuffy Alphas telling her what to do, she lives on her own in a tiny Wisconsin town, determined to fight her wolf’s need for a pack. When an egotistical Warlock shows up and tells her she’s in danger, she dismisses him, and his desire, to help. That is, until death shows up to take her down.
 
As the anticipated next leader of his coven, Warlock Aidan Wood always follows the rules. But when a vision shows him the death of a familiar sexy Shifter with gold eyes, he battles with the desire to save her and the laws that have been pounded into his head. It doesn’t help that she wants nothing to do with him.
 
Her impending death is looming, with a threat that goes deeper than either of them imagined. Now, Aidan must choose between what is easy and what is right.
“I like you in this sweater.”

 

She laughed. “I think you like me in anything I wear. Especially if it’s nothing.”

 

“Mmhmm,” he agreed, using his tongue against her skin, paying special attention the area behind her ear. She tilted her head back against him and sighed.

 

“Aidan,” she reprimanded, flipping the pancake to the uncooked side. “I’m cooking. I’m hungry.”

 

“I see that,” he mumbled, then nipped the end of her ear. He pushed her hair away from the back of her neck with one hand and continued his exploration with his mouth. The taste of her skin against his tongue was better than any pancake could ever be.

 

“But we have a problem,” he continued, sliding his hands up the front of the sweater. The flat of her stomach twitched when he trailed his hand over her belly button and she sucked in a breath. “I’m craving something even better than pancakes.”

 

“Nothing is better than pancakes,” she said, her voice light and breathy.

 

“Oh, I beg to differ.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, the rounded globes filling his palms. She dropped the spatula to the counter and gasped when he pinched her nipples. They pebbled between his fingers and he sucked on the skin on her neck.

 

“The food is going to get cold,” she said, still making excuses even though her back arched, pushing her breasts further into his hands. He used one hand to grip her hip and rubbed his rock-hard cock against her.

 

“I don’t care. Come back to bed with me, Fallon.”

 

She groaned, the frustration clear, but she quickly flipped the heat off on the stove and turned in his arms. “You’re insatiable.”

 

Only for you, he thought, but couldn’t voice it. Instead, he captured her lips with his own and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled at his hair. The sharp pain at his scalp made him hiss and bite on her bottom lip. She gasped and leaned back, gazing into his eyes. Those amazing golden irises searched his own, her lips already red from the night before.

 

“But I get it.”

 

 
 

 

Author H.R. Savage (Heather) started reading romance at an age that made her father cringe as she tried to hide the cover behind her hands. Due to the encouragement of her English teachers at her small town school in La Verne, California, her love for the art of writing only grew and blossomed. Now a woman who swears by the power of coffee, Chinese food, and wine (not necessarily in that order), she decided it was time to create stories from the characters in her head. 
 
When Heather isn’t writing, outlining, or pinning pictures of hot ‘character inspirations’ on Pinterest™, she is spending time with her three beautiful children and handsome hubby at their home in San Bernardino, CA.
 
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An Ill Wind

 
Title: An Ill Wind
Author: Christine Pope
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Lou Harper – Cover Affairs
Editor: Katherine Tomlinson, Story Authority
Publication Date: May 22nd, 2019
Blurb:
To find a dangerous grimoire, they’ll have to break a few rules…and maybe their hearts.
When warlock Tony Castillo picks up Cassandra Sandoval at the airport, the copper-haired witch brings his restless, aimless life into razor-sharp focus…and triggers a wince-inducing case of foot-in-mouth disease. Luckily, her cool, hazel-green gaze betrays not a flicker of answering attraction. Nope, Cassandra is all business. Which Tony can understand, given the magnitude of her task.
Cassandra has one job: retrieve the de la Paz grimoires from the heavily warded hiding place at Tony’s family home, conceal them with her unique shielding power, and immediately return them to her clan’s territory. Easy. Quick. No time for anything to go wrong, to give in to the temptation of a too-handsome warlock.
They find Tony’s mother unconscious and the grimoires missing, the only clue a slimy residue reeking of Escobar magic. As they race to get the dangerous books out of the wrong hands, Cassandra and Tony cross a few boundaries, break a few more rules, and find something neither expected — love. But if they fail, nothing will shield them, or the world as they know it, from unrelenting evil.
Note: An Ill Wind is a standalone, no-cliffhangers romance in the Witches of Canyon Road series. It takes place approximately four months after the events of book 5, Demon Born.
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A Canyon Road Christmas: https://amzn.to/2GXph9o

 

 

USA Today bestseller Christine Pope is the author of the paranormal romance Witches of Cleopatra Hill series and the Djinn Wars series, among many other books (sixty and counting!). Researching UFOs brought her to magical Sedona, Arizona, where she now makes her home. Find out more about her books at christinepope.com.
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Beauty and Wreckage

Title: Beauty and Wreckage
Series: Broken Crowns Book Two
Author: Natalie Bennett
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: June 3, 2019

 

 

 

A sadistic king made of darkness and death.

A rising queen full of fury and pain.

 

 

 

Armies will form, sides will be chosen, and one will conquer the other.
Murder, betrayal, political and sexual intrigue enter the treacherous world of ruthless royals.
Beauty & Wreckage must be read after the prelude: Beauty & Rage. Broken Crowns is a twisted PNR series not meant for the faint of heart. Contains explicit steam and various dark theme

 

 

 

Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don’t follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate from traditional HEA’s.
 
When she isn’t in front of her computer she’s spending time with her husband and their three little boys.
 
Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading.
 
You can find Natalie on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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Forever Desired

Title: Forever Desired
Series: Vampire Brides
Author: Ariel Marie
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 17, 2019
He’d waited an eternity to find her.
 
Athena captivated her audience every night. Her husky voice, sensual moves and megawatt smile, packed the nightclub where she sang. It was her name on the lips of her audience. Everyone wanted a piece of her—even him.
 
One song and Sorin was enthralled by the beauty on the stage. Her voice awoke a part of him he had thought to be dead long ago. She had no idea of the power she wielded over him with one glance, one smile and one kiss.
 
Never one to pursue a human before, he couldn’t ignore the hunger that burned for her. Only she can satisfy him, but he will first need to protect her from the ones who want him dead.
Forever Desired is a novella featured in the Vampire Brides series. All books in the Vampire Brides series are standalone and can be read in any order.

Ariel Marie is an author who loves the paranormal, action and hot steamy romance. She combines all three in each and every one of her stories. For as long as she can remember, she has loved vampires, shifters and every creature you can think of. This even rolls over into her favorite movies! She love a good action packed thriller! Throw a touch of the supernatural world in it and she’s hooked! 
She grew up in Cleveland, Ohio where she currently resides with her husband and three beautiful children.

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High Society

Title: High Society
Author: Casey L. Bond
Genre: YA PNR, Dystopian/SciFi
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red Pen
Cover Designer: Melissa Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services
Model: Breanna Ellis
Publication Date: May 10th, 2019
Blurb:
The war raging outside is almost as unforgiving and tragic as the battle Eve must fight within herself…
Eve thought landing in the year 1717, in a time of piracy and open sea battle was brutal, but 1777 was far worse. The American colonies may have declared their independence over a year ago, but the Redcoats stubbornly refused to accept defeat. The war continued to rage on, and the battles fought were as acrimonious as they were destructive. Unsurprisingly, Enoch and his siblings were in the thick of it all, siring vampire militias to bolster the Continentals in their quest for true freedom.
To Eve, it quickly became clear that there were more schemes in play off the battlefields than on them, and as usual, she managed to insert herself in the center of the drama. Trouble, she learned, was the one thing that targeted her regardless of time or place. Even though Eve was built for maximum destruction, trouble might be the one thing she couldn’t outrun – no matter how fast she was.
The High Stakes Saga is young adult series perfect for fans of time travel, romance, vampires and those who hunt them, science fiction, and dystopian novels like The Hunger Games! Action-packed, gut-wrenching and deliciously romantic.
Suggested reading order for The High Stakes Saga: High Stakes, High Seas, High Society, High Noon and High Treason.
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Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her husband and their two beautiful daughters. She likes goats and yoga, but hasn’t tried goat yoga because the family goat is so big he might break her back. Seriously, he’s the size of a pony. Her favorite books are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters she would want to hang out with. Most days of the week, she writes young adult fantasy and paranormal fiction, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank page.
Casey is the award-winning author Frenzy series and fairy tale retellings such as Riches to Rags, Savage Beauty, Unlocked and Brutal Curse. Learn more about her work at www.authorcaseybond.com.

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