Cover Reveal and Giveaway: Colonization: Paradise 21 by Aubrie Dionne

I am extremely excited today to bring to you the cover of Aubrie Dionne’s new Young Adult book, Colonization: Paradise 21.  The cover is gorgeous and the blurb makes me very excited for this to come out on November 7th, 2012.  Be sure to check out the awesome giveaway too.  It is a very phenomenal key ring with the depiction of the cover on it.

So…drumroll please….Here is the cover of Colonization: Paradise 21:

Finding a new home has never been so dangerous.

Andromeda has spent all seventeen years of her life aboard a deep space transport vessel destined for a paradise planet. Her safe cocoon is about to break open as Paradise 21 looms only one month away, and she must take the aptitude tests to determine her role on the new world and her computer assigned lifemate. As a great-granddaughter of the Commander of the ship, she wants to live up to her family name. But, her forbidden love for her childhood friend, Sirius, distracts her and she fails the tests. The results place her in a menial role in the new colony and pair her with Corvus, “the oaf”.

But when Andromeda steps foot on Paradise 21, her predestined future is the least of her worries. Alien ghosts from a failed colonization warn her of a deadly threat to her colony. And when Sirius’s ship crashes on the far ridge in an attempt to investigate, she journeys to rescue him with Corvus.

Andromeda now must convince the authorities of the imminent danger to keep her protect her new home. What she didn’t expect was a battle of her own feelings for Sirius and Corvus.

Can she save the colony and discover her true love?

Just a little bit about Aubrie Dionne.  Aubrie Dionne writes science fiction fantasy with romantic elements. Her writings have appeared in Mindflights, Niteblade, Silver Blade, Emerald Tales, Hazard Cat, Moon Drenched Fables, A Fly in Amber, and Aurora Wolf. Her books are published by Inkspell Publishing, Entangled Publishing, Lyrical Press, and Gypsy Shadow Publishing. She’s also a professional flutist in New England. For more information about Aubrie Dionne and her books please click on the links below.  And, don’t forget about our giveaway.   See the details below.

Please visit her website: www.authoraubrie.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2964057.Aubrie_Dionne

Twitter: @authoraubrie

Blog: http://authoraubrie.blogspot.com

Giveaway:  Specialized Colonization: Paradise 21 Keyring (US & UK only)

Click on the link to enter the giveaway for this awesome key ring!

http://www.inkspellpublishing.com/1/post/2012/07/colonization-paradise-21-cover-reveal.html

A big thanks to Inkspell publishing and  Aubrie Dionne for allowing me to share with you her brand new book, Colonization: Paradise 21, hitting stores November 7, 2012.

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Guest Post: C.S Dorsey

I’d like to welcome C.S Dorsey today.  Her new book The Unsacred Gift is currently available on Barnes and Noble, Amazon and any other book retailer.  She will be discussing her own take on her story.  Remember C.S Dorsey is giving away 2 Kindle ebooks.  See below to enter.

My Take on The Unsacred Gift

When I wrote The Unsacred Gift I had to do a little research. My research was mainly on the different types of visions one can have. Google has been there for me when I needed to find research for my writing. There is a part in the novel where Sissy went on her mother’s computer while on her visit home to do some research about her visions. Google was the main search engine she used.

I must say that I have never connected with someone in my life the way I connected with the main character Sissy. Every pain, dream, sorrow, and happiness she felt, I felt. It was almost like I was going through the same things she was going through. My friend told me to add some type of happiness in the book, so I added the Chris character to it. But I didn’t want him to stay long, so I was torn between killing him off, or just letting Sissy run him off. You will have to read the book to see which one I picked :).

While I was writing certain scenes in the books, I had tears in my eyes. It was one part of the book where Sissy talked about how love would never fine her because she was hiding from it, made me cry. It was that passage that I knew that this book would be something special. I though, how many times do people think or feel the same way Sissy does about love? Tons of people. That is why I think so many people can relate to her. Even I can.

Little things that Sissy did in the book I saw myself in her. Her quick come backs and sarcastic comments remind me so much of myself. The relationship she has with her mother reminds me of me and my mom at times. But when I wrote about her I didn’t think about me, I thought about this girl with a gift who was afraid of its power. 

Bio:  C. S. Dorsey currently lives in Northern California. She graduated from the University of Phoenix with an Associate’s Degree in Financial Services, and is currently working for a financial institution. She never thought about writing until one day this girl started talking to her in her head and never stop.

You can also find C.S Dorsey on Twitter, her blog and Goodreads.

To enter C.S Dorsey’s giveaway just leave a comment below.  She will be choosing the lucky winners from the comments during her blog tour.  (US/Canada only)

Review: The Unsacred Gift by C.S Dorsey

Today’s review is of The Unsacred Gift by C.S Dorsey. It is a Young Adult Paranormal book.  C.S Dorsey is  giving away 2 Kindle ebooks during her blog tour.  See below how to enter.

In The Unsacred Gift, we meet Sissy.  Sissy was born with the gift of being able to see the way people will die.  She is very accurate.  This first happened when she was six years old and her sister Misty went missing.  Her entire life she isolates herself to avoid contact with people so that she will not see the horrific ways people die.  Her life was moving along in this very isolated way until she goes home for the weekend for her grandmother’s birthday party.  It is during this weekend that she begins to have horrible dreams so real they are leaving remnants behind.  Sissy begins to feel as if she is going crazy.  But, when all is said and done it becomes a weekend of love, enlightenment and sadness.  Sissy discovers things that will allow her to change her world and accept herself for who she is.

In general this was a good book.  It seemed pretty short, but it was a nice complete read.  I wasn’t expecting the ending at all.  I knew it was gonna be something big, but was kind of disappointed when the twist erased everything that had been going on.  The book felt like it could have bordered on an Adult book if the author wanted to take it in that direction.  I was a bit distracted by a bunch of spelling and grammatical errors.  I think the editor should have looked more closely.  But, aside from the spelling and grammar, the story really stood up on its own.  I was even thinking about it days later.  I was thinking how frustrating and mad I was about the ending, but a good book will do that to you.  It sticks with you.  If I had one wish for this book (besides a different ending)  I would have liked it to end a bit more thoroughly.  The story kinda just dropped off after the twist.  All in all it was a good Young Adult read and I will probably read it again…just to get mad all over again.  🙂

Be sure to leave a comment below to be entered into C.S Dorsey’s giveaway.  She is giving away 2 kindle ebooks during her blog tour.  All you have to do is leave a comment below to be entered.  (US/Canada only)

For more information about The Unsacred Gift by C.S Dorsey you can go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.

Weekly funny

Happy Wednesday Everyone!  I have actually heard people say this.  Don’t get me wrong I read the Fifty Shades trilogy too, but I truly am an avid reader.  I’ve looked it up.  LOL!

 

Promo and Giveaway: Syrenka Series (Books 1,2 and 3) by Amber Garr

I’d like to welcome Amber Garr today.  She is stopping by to promote her Young Adult series, The Syrenka Series.  There is also a wonderful giveaway.  The details about the giveaway are at the end of the post.  But, first let’s get to Amber’s first book, Promises.  

Promises

Book One of The Syrenka Series

By Amber Garr

Sometimes following your heart can end up destroying the ones you love.

When seventeen-year-old Eviana Dumahl is faced with the responsibility of an arranged marriage and clan leadership, she is forced to choose between the life required of a mermaid and one of a teenage girl simply infatuated with the wrong guy. Kain, her devoted fiancé, would make a wonderful husband except that she’s been in love with Brendan, a shape-shifting selkie, ever since they were kids. Choosing to abandon her family, her clan, and her life with Kain will have dire consequences far beyond anything she could have imagined.

A war is brewing amongst the clans and Eviana unwittingly becomes a pawn in the intricate schemes of a twisted mastermind. With Brendan’s life on the line, she has no choice but to involve those she once considered friends. Amidst encountering senseless tragedies and immense loss, Eviana discovers that she is more valuable as a clan leader than anyone ever suspected. Her survival is not only dependent upon the loyalty of her friends, but also on her acceptance of a life she so adamantly tried to escape.

Here is an Excerpt from Promises.

I barely heard her parting words as the screen door slammed shut.  My head spun in desperation as the anger coursed through my bones.  “Get back in here Eviana!” she continued to scream at me.  “We are not finished with this conversation!”

I was already racing down the deck stairs toward the sandy beach, kicking off my shoes and unbuttoning my blouse.  We are for now, I thought as my blood boiled with rage and resentment.  I was going to be trapped!  How dare they?  This was not the eighteenth century anymore!  I had rights!

I stumbled onto the sand, taking just a brief moment to savor the warmth and the feeling of the grains massaging my toes.  My shirt came off and I started to unzip my jeans.  No one was around.  But I wouldn’t care anyway.  The water was calling me and it was the only voice that I could hear now.  With one pant leg off, I hopped along in my forward progression until the other one was free.  My oasis was so close now that I could taste the salt in the air.  The sun broke free of a cloud, stopping me for a moment.  It was late afternoon with sunset still a few hours away, but the sky had already turning multiple shades of pink and orange.  The coloration reminded me of the inside of a brilliant conch shell.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  I knew there would be hell to pay when I returned to the house.  Marguerite, my mother, had tolerated my rebellious behavior when I was younger, giving me more freedom and second chances than anyone in our clan.  But apparently now, at seventeen, I was an adult.  Adult enough to bear children.  Adult enough to participate in clan gatherings.  Adult enough to navigate our youth through their transition period.  But not adult enough to choose who to love.

A slight breeze wafted off the ocean, bringing with it scents that filled my gut with longing.  The freedom of the ocean.  Why couldn’t I just stay there forever?  A gull called overhead, beckoning me to join him.  The splashing waves calmed my inner rage as they ebbed and flowed in a hypnotic pattern.  A distant moan of a shipping vessel reminded me of our history.  I opened my eyes to see that I was standing alone along miles of sandy beach interlaced with large rocks and cliffs emblematic of the northern California coast.  So beautiful.  I stripped off the rest of my clothes and ran into the ocean.

As soon as I was under the water, I could feel the transition begin.  My lower body ached as the bones adjusted from a life on land to one at sea.  Both legs began to fuse together and work as one.  My foot bones elongated while I prepared for the agony.  I was accustomed to the changes now, but it was still a struggle of mind over matter.  Breaking through the surface of the water, I grabbed one last breath before the final jolt of pain ravaged through my body.  I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my eyes shut, willing the moment to be over.  At last I felt an electric tingle move from my hips to my toes as the hardened iridescent, scales appeared on my tail.  I opened my eyes to find that the internal transformation was complete as well.  My vision cleared.  My lungs expanded.  I could hear for miles.  I was free.

So I swam.  I swam away from the shore and the house that I lived in.  I swam away from my fears and obligations as though they could disappear with the distance.  I would temporarily forget my responsibilities, my duties, and the argument with my mother.  In here, I wasn’t trapped.  The sea was my true home.  I was a mermaid and this was my world.

The next book in the Syrenka Series is Betrayal.

Betrayal

Book Two of The Syrenka Series

By Amber Garr

Life as a mermaid can be suffocating.

Eviana Dumahl has returned home as a clan leader, an orphan, and a heartbroken teenage girl.  Her parents are dead and her boyfriend, Brendan, has decided that he needs some time away.  While battling her inner turmoil, Eviana is forced into the war that Lucian Sutherland has incited amongst her own kind.  With the help of Kain, her friend and formally betrothed, the two work together to prove that they deserve their birthrights as young merfolk leaders.

When The Council requests a demonstration of Eviana’s mermaid powers, she finds herself with an opportunity to win back Brendan’s heart.  But her orders to train with a repulsive merman and the presence of an attractive new suitor challenges Eviana to embrace her leadership and resist temptation. Lucian is after her, and no one seems to understand why.  Loyalties are tested as the casualties increase, showing Eviana that sometimes it is impossible to delineate between friends and enemies.

Here is an excerpt from Betrayal.

I wanted to punch him in the face.

For at least the hundredth time today, I swung my fist towards his infuriating smirk.  He easily dodged it, of course, and proceeded to look down at me like a child.  “You’re getting closer,” he teased.

Throwing my arms down in frustration, I shook my head.  “How am I supposed to learn if you won’t even let me get a hit in?”

He laughed and resumed a fighter’s stance.  “How are you supposed to learn if I just stand still and let you pummel me?  That’s not ever going to happen in the real world.  Now, try with your legs.”

I rolled my eyes and shifted my feet so that my stronger right leg was in front.  Ideally, I’d be having this battle underwater where my legs were not an issue.

“Protect your face,” he yelled at me and I lifted my fists up to nose level.  I could do this.  He’d taught me how to incapacitate my enemies.  Just go for the knee.

I faked a few smaller kicks, pretending to hesitate.  Then, like a ninja, I struck.  The underside of my right foot was directly on target and I expected it to land a perfect hit to the side of his left knee.  Only it didn’t happen.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed my ankle and I was suddenly airborne.  The world spun around me once before I landed with a thud on my back, effectively knocking the air from my lungs.  I even saw some stars floating by.  My training sessions were getting harder every day, and after this debacle, I decided that it was time to quit.

A shadow moved above me and I used my hand to block out the rest of the sun.  Looking up at his ominous figure I said, “I’m done.”

I heard another laugh rumble through my trainer’s chest as he reached down and grabbed my arm.  In one swift motion, he pulled me up off the ground.

“You would have broken my knee with that kick, Eviana.  I had to stop you.”  I glared at him.  “What?” he continued.  “I’m not going to let you hurt me.  But you did well.  I knew that you’d learn eventually.”

I jumped towards him as fast as I could, intending to get him in a choke hold.  My arms slipped around his neck, but my body kept rolling over him as he bent forward and used my momentum to toss me towards the ground.  In less than two seconds, I was on my back again with a forearm pressing against my throat and my pride seeping away into the dirt.

“Ahh!” I screamed in frustration.  The annoying grin on his face told me that I would never beat him in a fair fight.  Palmer was my cousin, my trainer, and also one of the numerous protectors now living at my house.  We’d been practicing for the past two weeks and although I couldn’t hurt him yet, Palmer reassured me that I was improving.

The third and final book in the Syrenka Series is Arise.

Arise

Book Three of The Syrenka Series

By Amber Garr

With power comes the responsibility to accept its consequences.

After the betrayal of those closest to her, Eviana Dumahl struggles to cope with her new reality. Kidnapped, broken, and confused, she is forced to engage in a war that will alter merfolk politics forever. With her estranged father leading the charge, Eviana has no choice but to stand by his side. Her continued existence hinges on the acceptance of the power growing inside her, even when that means embracing the family’s dark lineage.

Kain Matthew will sacrifice the world for Eviana. And he is not alone. As time runs out, her friends fight to save her life and theirs. An unlikely alliance gives them the edge they need to take a stand, although it keeps Eviana’s heart trapped in the past. A new discovery explains some of her previous mistakes, but it may not be enough to stop her father’s plans. Merfolk, selkies, and water sprites work together to save their kind, only in this final battle, not everyone will survive.

In the striking series conclusion, Eviana will learn the true meaning of power, sacrifice, and love.

Here is an excerpt from Arise.

Eviana

When Graham and I surfaced back inside our coral-walled prison, we noticed that someone had brought us two plates of food.  Without speaking to him, I pulled myself out of the water and willed my legs to come back to me.  Considering our history, I might have had some concern over Graham seeing me naked, but once again, I couldn’t muster up the energy to care.

“I see they’ve improved the food,” he commented.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m not eating,” I said without even looking at the plates.  Now that we had the light from underwater, it made it easier to move about the room and identify what Lucian’s cronies were feeding us.

“No?”

“Nope,” I said as I finished pulling my shirt over my head.  When I turned around, I saw Graham chewing on a piece of pineapple and sifting through the rest of the items.  Much to my dismay, my stomach growled.  It was so loud that Graham chuckled.

“Perhaps your body wants some nourishment.”

“I don’t care.”

“Suit yourself, tart.”

I rolled my eyes and walked over to him.  The smell of the food was overwhelming and I couldn’t help but look down at it.  “Don’t call me that,” I said but spoke more to the plate.  There was some type of fish wrapped in a banana leaf and it smelled delicious.

“You’re drooling,” he teased.

“It’s probably poisoned.”

He bit into another piece of fruit.  “Well, I haven’t eaten anything solid in days, so I’ll take my chances.”  Grabbing his plate, he sat down cross-legged on the floor and proceeded to stuff his face.

Tempted, I fought the urge to give in.  I didn’t really know what the purpose of my hunger strike was and how it would help get me out of here.  I guess I just wanted to be difficult.

I’d like to thank Amber Garr for stopping by to promote this wonderful YA series.  I would also like to thank Bewitching tours for allowing me to be a stop.  To purchase any of the Syrenka Series you can go to Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.  For information about Amber Garr you can go to any of her sites listed below.  Don’t forget to enter the giveaway.  The details are below.

Website: http://www.ambergarr.com

Blog: http://ambergarr.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Amber-Garr/232359720165110?sk=wall

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5374297.Amber_Garr

Email: amber@ambergarr.com

GIVEAWAY :

Amber is giving away the following:

One paperback package: All three signed books plus SWAG (US only)

Three ebook packages: All three books in series via coupons (US and international)

Visit the following link to enter: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/YmExMTJmZmM0NTczY2U4Y2JhMWU1MGJkZGZiMWE4Ojc0/

Review: Bedding Lord Ned by Sally MacKenzie

I finished yet another book on my Summer reading list.  Sally MacKenzie’s newest book Bedding Lord Ned is the first in her Duchess of Love series. This is Sally MacKenzie’s first series following her Naked Nobility series.

In Bedding Lord Ned we meet Ned and Ellie.  Lord Edward or Ned is finally ready to remarry after 4 years of mourning his wife and child.  Ellie has secretly lusted after Ned since they were children.  Even after Ned married her best friend she hid in the shadows avoiding any possible suitors while still pining after Ned.  She stood by and helped him get through his mourning of his love.  This is the year Ellie has decided that she is too old to hope for Ned to see her as anything other than a friend.  She wants children and is desperate enough to marry anyone.  So, Ellie has decided to use the house party held by the Duchess of Love, also known as Ned’s mother, to find a man who will give her children.  The Duchess of Love is a well-known and successful matchmaker.  She has decided to ensure that both Ned and Ellie find who they are looking for no matter what. This conniving matchmaker has more than one trick up her sleeves that will allow both Ned and Ellie to find out the depth of real love and how after loss love is still very possible.

I adore Sally MacKenzie’s books.  She knows how to weave a good Regency romance with humor and a little bit of sex mixed in.  Ned and Ellie are excellent characters to start a new series with.  I think the ways the Duchess came up with to push and pull with her guests was phenomenal.  I especially loved Lord Reginald and his stealing of personal items.  For just being a cat he had a very important role in the story.  I know this book is only one of a trilogy.  I can’t wait to see what she has planned for Jack and Ash.  No matter what it is sure to be an excellent story.

For more on Bedding Lord Ned by Sally MacKenzie go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.

Update: Winner, Book Signing, Competition and More

Happy Sunday evening everyone!  Today is just gonna kinda be a hodge podge kind of post.  There are a lot of little things that have been happening in my world that don’t really need individual posts.

First, I want to thank everyone who stopped by in the recent days to support the authors I was hosting.  Thank you, also, to Lynne Silver and Rachael Wade for stopping by and sharing their awesome books.  With Lynne’s book came a contest and our lucky winner was Alethea.  Congratulations!  You will be contacted very shortly.  Keep your eyes peeled I will be having more contests and giveaways in the upcoming weeks.  I also have a lot of fantastic authors and books I will be reviewing, promoting, interviewing and guest posting.  For exact dates be sure you check out my Upcoming Events page.

Second, this week I had an awesome chance to go to a Deborah Harkness book signing.  Sadly, this is the first signing I’ve ever been to.  It was fantastic.  She read from her new book and did a Q&A.  It was quite a thrill for me especially since I’ve read both her books and have done an author profile on her.  Here are just a couple of pics from the signing.

Deborah Harkness answering Q & A

Me and Deborah Harkness

Third, I am planning a Big Baddies Competition.  I am going to take the baddest villains in the books that I’ve read and your suggestions and pit them against each other.  You guys will cast your vote to see who will win.  I’m not quite sure when I am going to start the competition, but I need your suggestions please.  Leave a comment below with who you think is bad.  I need all the villains I can get!

Finally, I just want to thank all of my new followers.  I hope you will enjoy the blog and if you have any suggestions or want me to write about any particular topic I am definitely up for ideas.  I have a brand new facebook page so please like it to keep up with all the giveaways, competitions and contests that not only I highlight but others I am supporting.  A big thanks again for all my followers!

Promo and Giveaway: Heated Match by Lynne Silver

I have been lucky enough today to host Lynne Silver’s promo for her newest release.  Lynne was nice enough to offer you guys a chance at a copy of her newest book, Heated Match. See below on how to enter the giveaway.

Lynne Silver is a soccer mom by day and an award-winning romance author by night.  She not only writes the stories, but reads many romance books also.  She currently lives with her husband and two sons in an “old fixer upper”  outside of Washington, D.C.  Ms. Silver’s newest release is called Heated Match.  Here is the official book description.

Heated Match By Lynne Silver

A lead byline and a cover story were what journalist Loren Stanton wanted most. Until she meets genetically enhanced soldier, Adam Blacker. Team leader of a top-secret covert ops group, Adam never wanted to search for his genetic match, but whenever he gets close to Loren, things turn hot quickly, making him forget every reason he had for retaining his bachelor status.

After a scorching night together, neither is in any doubt they are connected at the DNA-deep level, although both fear the high stakes of what it means to be together. Loren gives Adam two weeks to prove he is bred for more than war. He must show he is coded for love.

With a description like that how could you not want to go out and grab this book.  We are lucky enough today to also have an excerpt.  It is very HOT scene where Loren and Adam are discussing being genetic matches.

“Adam!”Slowly he turned back to face her and her stomach clenched with a thrill of fear and desire. Last night’s civilized dancer in a tuxedo was completely gone. In his place stood a snarling, angry, completely aroused soldier.

She used the balls of her feet to scoot farther against the wall and measured the distance between her current location and the bathroom door. Her calculations proved unnecessary.

With an untranslatable growl, Adam flung himself into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

She waited a minute then tapped on the door. “Um, Adam? Are you okay?”

“The damn door doesn’t lock. Back. Away.”

Alrighty then. With him behind a closed door, the aching in her lower belly subsided a degree. “Adam, will you tell me what’s going on?” She bit her lip and fondled a stiff nipple through her blouse before registering where her hands were. Adam needed to answer her questions, like right now, because she had no idea why she was locked in this small conference room with an angry, sexy man. “Adam, please.”

“You work for a newspaper. Don’t you read it?”

“Well, sure, but that doesn’t explain why we’re locked in here together.”

“Think, Loren. What did the articles say about how the Program gains new members?”

She racked her brain trying to remember. “Um, through birthing a new generation, right? But…”

The door opened a crack and she could see his anguished expression peeking through.

“Use your brain. Do I have to explain the birds and the bees? You’re no virgin, are you?”

“I know how babies are made, Adam,” she said. “But the article said you only breed with women who are your perfect genetic match…oh…” Shep’s words came back in a flash. “They think I’m your genetic match?”

He gave a curt nod and started to close the door again. She shoved her foot in to stop him. “How did they figure that out so quickly?”

“The cheek swab at the entry. I’m such an idiot. I should’ve guessed last night.”

She pushed the door open to see him better and sat back on her heels on the threshold between rooms. “How could you have guessed? It’s not like I had my DNA code printed on my dress. How does it work, exactly?” Loren asked.

“Not sure of all the scientific details, but I guess the best way to describe it is like a numbers game. The doctors know there are certain genetic combinations that will produce certain qualities. The Program has a list of their top desired traits.”

“And how do they usually find a matching female? I assume most are not so accommodating as to show up at the front door like I did.”

Adam turned at the sharp bite in her voice. “You’d be surprised,” he muttered.

“Do they kidnap women off the streets and check their blood?” she asked. “Or wait, let me guess, the Red Cross is actually a sham organization front for you to use as a recruiting pool.”

He shifted at her guess, telling her she was somewhat accurate.

“Oh my God. I’m right. I see you avoiding my gaze.”

“The Red Cross is an excellent organization doing important work,” he said. “But, on occasion, we will pull samples from them or other research sites to scan for appropriate genetic matches.”

“And then what? You kidnap them? Oh wait, you do that for fun, like you did me.” She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him, daring him to answer.

“No. We invite potential candidates in for a job interview. Doctor, administrative assistant, teacher for the day care, accountant, you name it.”

“And do you lock them all in a room with their potential match?”

He flung her an exasperated look. “I don’t know all the details. It’s not my department. I do know you should not have drunk the water. I can’t believe you drank the fucking water. You’re feeling the effects right now, aren’t you? Worse than last night.”

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I drink the water? And what should I be feeling?” she asked nervously, but she had a very good inkling as to what he referred.

“The ache. You were a homing beacon for me last night. I could barely let you go.”

“I managed to leave,” she said.

He cocked his head at her. “Yeah, you did. How?”

He looked genuinely curious, but she couldn’t help noticing his hand was directly over the formidable bulge in his pants, massaging roughly. “You frightened me. I’d never felt that way with a man before, even…even in bed with my last boyfriend.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat her confession had formed.

“What about your current boyfriend? Does he heat you up?”

“Current boyfriend? I’m not— Oh. I, um, lied. I’m not dating anyone.”

A flicker of a smile passed his lips so quickly she wasn’t sure it had really happened.

“What about now? Are you feeling it now?” he asked.

She felt a blush creep from the top of her breasts up to the roots of her hair, and she couldn’t look him in the eye as she nodded. “My nipples are starting to hurt. Did drinking the water do that?”

He didn’t seem embarrassed at all as he accepted her confession matter-of-factly. “It’s one of the symptoms on the Rovinsky scale. The water is laced with a drug that makes you more receptive to your match. It’s going to make you crazed for the next twenty-four hours, and I’m going to respond. If I weren’t your match, you wouldn’t feel as aroused. It’s how they test the science behind the blood work.”

“What?” Twenty-four hours of feeling like this, and she was starting to worry this was just the beginning. Her arousal was increasing every second.

“Rovinsky, our founder, came up with a list of what happens when two genetic matches meet. I don’t have it memorized, but I remember painful nipples for the female is on there.”

“What else?”

“A matched couple will be able to find each other, even in a crowded space, up to several thousand feet.”

“What you’re saying is you could drop us at either end of Disney and we’d find each other, even without cell phones?”

He nodded. “Right at the Haunted Mansion, but don’t say ‘us’. We,” he waggled a finger in the space between them, “are not a match. I can’t be matched.”

“Why not?”

“My reasons are my own. I won’t let Shep manipulate me like this.”

She was shocked at the hurt his rejection caused, like a bowling ball hurled at her heart. She shouldn’t be sad. She didn’t want to be a breeding partner either. She had a life to get back to.

“What are the other symptoms?” Maybe if he listed more of them, they would discover they were not a perfect match after all.

He ticked them off on his fingers. “I’ve already said homing beacon for both partners and painful nipples for the female. Your body is getting ready for pregnancy.”

She glanced down, stunned. She could almost feel her womb rippling to life. “What else?” she asked in a whisper.

“Male arousal.” He looked almost shamefaced as he gestured to the erection fighting free of his pants.

She stared a shade longer than was acceptable, nearly having to sit on her hands to stop from stroking the alluring bulge.

“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.

“Do what?”

“Don’t look at me like you want a piece. I’m holding on to my control by a thread. If you make a move, I’ll take you.”

For more information about Lynne Silver or Heated Match you can go to the following websites or visit Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book Retailer.  I wanted to give a big Thank You to Lynne Silver for sharing her book with us and Bewitching Tours for allowing me to host one of the stops on the blog tour.

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Music, Rachael Wade and a Review

Today I have the great pleasure of hosting a guest blog by Rachael Wade in promotion of her newest release Preservation.  Rachael discusses the influences of different music on her writing of Preservation.

The Music Behind the Story: Preservation by Rachael Wade

I always say that music and writing are synonymous for me. I can’t have one without the other. Whether I’m listening to music before or during my writing time or simply drawing inspiration from songs I recall listening to as a kid, music and lyrics are direct hotwires to my stories and always influence them in some way.

The Band xx

In Preservation, my latest contemporary romance, music makes its way directly onto the pages of the story. Kate and Ryan meet at Easy Street Records (Queen Anne) in Seattle to watch the band The xx play, and Kate regularly turns to music to de-stress and reflect on what’s going on in her life. Whether subtly or overtly mentioned, music plays a huge role in Kate and Ryan’s story.

Music also naturally worked its way into the story because in real life, I’m an avid music buff. One of my favorite pastimes is going to concerts, and I

Easy Street Records

especially love discovering new indie artists. I prefer to go to smaller venues for shows and tend to listen to a lot of stuff that most people haven’t heard of. There are so many artists out there that are a thousand times better than those playing on mainstream radio. I love a lot of mainstream music, don’t get me wrong. But I’d choose to listen to my favorite small-name artists over the mainstream stuff any day.

I listened to the following songs while writing Preservation and would recommend them to anyone. As you can tell, they’re all pretty commercial, but they are some of my all-time favorites and were perfect for Kate and Ryan’s story. I’d love to hear about your favorite artists—mainstream or not! Who should I listen to? I’m always open for recommendations. I just might use them for inspiration for the next novel. 🙂

  • Crystalised – The xx

    Florence and the Machine

  • Shake it Out – Florence and the Machine
  • Little Lion Man – Mumford and Sons
  • I Might Be Wrong – Radiohead
  • Smells Like Teen Spirit – Nirvana
  • Cornflake Girl – Tori Amos
  • Black – Pearl Jam
  • Remain Nameless – Florence and the Machine
  • Strangeness and Charm – Florence and the Machine
  • Creep – Radiohead
  • How’s it Going to Be – Third Eye Blind

Review: Preservation by Rachael Wade

This is the second book I am reviewing of Rachael Wade’s in as many weeks.  Each time I read her I get more and more impressed.  Preservation is a contemporary romance between two people who have rough pasts they must get past to be together.

We first meet Kate Parker soaking wet and being made a spectacle of by Ryan Campbell in his classroom because she is late for class.  Ryan asks her to stay after class to discuss her punctuality.  They get off to a very rough and edgy start.  Ryan is a playboy and Kate is a workaholic with issues with people doing things for her.  After a couple of coincidental meetings they realize they are drawn to each other.  This is destined to be a complicated relationship with him still being her teacher.  The complications continue as ex-girlfriends, mistresses and flings pop out of Ryan’s past forcing Kate to question whether they should be together or not.  Ryan and Kate’s relationship is a roller coaster of will they or won’t they stay together.  Just when you think its over it begins again anew.  They have an epic love story full of trials and tribulations.

I loved this book.  It was a quick read and drew me in to the point I didn’t want to put the book down.  I started and finished it in one day.  Ryan and Kate’s romance is wonderful.  Her best friends Dean and Carter are fantastic brother-like best friends who don’t think anyone is good for Kate.  The love that develops is excellently portrayed.  The emotions and back story of each character are well laid out and you can empathize with what they are going through.

I would whole-heartedly recommend this book and all of Rachael Wade’s work.  For more about Rachael Wade and Preservation you can go to her following pages or visit Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any book seller.

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Web page: www.RachaelWade.com

I would like to thank Rachael Wade for posting today and Bewitching Book tours for letting me host one of the stops.

Author Profile: Nalini Singh

I was introduced to this week’s author profile when I read her book, Angel’s Blood.  Nalini Singh is the bestselling author of the Guild Hunter and Psy/Changeling series’.  Her ability to weave a world that is familiar yet foreign is unique.

Nalini Singh has always been a writer.  Even when she was younger she enjoyed putting pen to paper.  Her stories always had one common thread, romance.  She enjoys creating unique characters, giving those characters their chance at happy endings and even listening to those voices of her characters in her head.  In 2002, she got the opportunity to  completely bring one set of characters to life when Silhouette Desire wanted to buy her first book, Desert Warrior.  She has been creating those characters and giving them voices in print ever since.

Ms. Singh currently resides in New Zealand, but that is not where she is originally from.  She was born in Fiji and raised in New Zealand.  She moved to Japan for three years and utilized her time there to travel around Asia.  You can view her travel diaries on her website.  Between her travels and writing, Ms Singh has had many diverse career paths.  She has been everything from a lawyer to a candy factory general hand to an English teacher.  Her view on her roller coaster career path is that it provided fuel for her writing.  I thank her for turning those experiences into what are some very well written series’.

Ms. Singh’s writing is inventive and unique.  In a genre, that is inundated with vampires, witches and werewolves, angels are unique.  Admittedly,  I have not read her Psy/Changeling series.  Yes, I am hanging my head in shame. They are on my TBR list though.   But, I have read all of her Guild Hunter series and I enjoy her writing tremendously.  The twists she puts on angels and vampires is something that I don’t think anyone but Nalini Singh could have pulled off.  Her writing allows for you to wonder around a world of angels perching on rooftops and vampires being indebted to powerful angels and still feel like that is all completely normal.  I look forward to her next book in her Guild Hunter Series, Archangel’s Storm.  This book hits stores on September 12th.

To celebrate the release of Archangel’s Storm here is an excerpt:

CHAPTER 1

Standing on velvet green grass still sparkling with dew, Jason watched Dmitri cup the face of the hunter he had just made his wife, the dawn sunlight kissing her skin, lighting up eyes that saw only the man in front of her.

The grounds of the Archangel Raphael’s home, Jason thought, the Hudson rushing past beyond the cliffs and a mass of fragrant roses in full bloom climbing the walls of the house itself, had seen centuries pass, but a scene such as this, they had never witnessed and perhaps never would again.

A scene in which one of the most powerful vampires in the world took a Guild hunter for his bride.

That Honor loved Dmitri was in no doubt. It didn’t take a spymaster to read the incandescent joy in her every breath, her skin radiant with it. What startled Jason was the potent emotion he saw in the eyes of a vampire who had been a pitiless blade for all the centuries Jason had known him.

Cruelty came easily to Dmitri, maybe too easily in recent times. The vampire was near to a thousand years old and jaded with it, blood and death no longer enough to cause him to break his stride, much less shock. Jason had seen Dmitri wield his scimitar on the field of battle to take off invaders’ heads, glory in the spray of their dying blood, and he had seen Dmitri seduce women with sensual elegance and a cold heart simply to amuse himself.

Yet the man who touched Honor, who claimed her lips in a kiss of possession, had a tenderness about him that was as dangerous as it was gentle. And Jason comprehended that Dmitri would be a brutal weapon against anyone who dared harm his wife, that the darkness in him had not been tempered but merely leashed.

“He cannot deal with the Cadre if he is leashed,” he said to the woman who stood next to him, a hunter with wings of midnight and dawn. Feathers of a rich, silken blue flowed from the pure black at the inner curve of her wings, to segue into a softer indigo and the ephemeral shades visible in the skies when day broke, before becoming a brilliant white-gold at the primaries.

Elena was Raphael’s consort, and Raphael was Jason’s liege. Perhaps that was why he felt an unexpected kind of ease with her. Or it might be that she was a stranger in the land of immortals, searching for a path that would take her into the centuries to come, as he once had. Or perhaps it was that, unbeknownst to Elena, they were linked by a far bleaker tie, a tie that spoke of mothers and blood.

Iron rich liquid matting his hair, soaking into his tunic, sticky on his arms.

Elena looked up, shook her head, the startling near-white of her hair pinned back in an elegant twist, her body clothed in a simple ankle-length gown of a blue the shade of a pristine high-mountain lake. Her only ornamentation came in the form of the small amber hoops she always wore as an outward sign of her commitment to Raphael. “Don’t you see, Jason?” she said as the bridal couple broke a kiss that had more than one sigh rippling through the crisp morning air. “He is only this Dmitri for Honor.” She joined in the clapping and cheering when Honor and Dmitri turned to the assembled guests, well-wishers moving forward to congratulate them.

Having spoken to Dmitri before the ceremony, Jason waited for the crowd to thin. Elena, too, held her place, giving others a chance to speak to the newly wedded couple. As he’d been with Dmitri before the ceremony—alongside Raphael, Illium, and Venom, Elena had been with Honor, the archangel and his consort having turned over a suite in their home to the bride’s party. That party was composed of hunters, all certainly with a weapon or two hidden beneath the sleek, elegant clothes they wore for the wedding.

Blue flickered at the edges of his vision, and he turned to see Illium spread his wings for a hunter who had made the request. Clad in the same formal black worn by the groom as well as Raphael and the others of the Seven here today, he had a flirtatious smile on his face. The smile was real as far as it went, but then, it did not go far. Jason had seen Illium love until his heart broke, and he had seen the angel mourn until there was no light in those eyes of molten gold.

“I understand,” he said to Elena when she glanced back at him, reminded once again of the capacity others had for endless nuances of emotion. Jason had watched mortals and immortals alike for centuries, was able to glean even the most subtle changes in their emotional equilibrium, for no man could be a spymaster without that capability. Yet, through all that time, he had never been able to feel as they did. It was as if life skimmed across the surface of him, leaving his heart and his soul untouched.

“You are the perfect spymaster. An intelligent, gifted phantom unaffected by anything he sees.”

It was Lijuan who had said those words to him, four hundred years ago. The oldest of the archangels had also made him an offer—riches and women trained in the sensual arts; men if that was what he desired—if he would change his allegiance, put himself in her service. Except Jason had already earned and created enough wealth for a hundred immortal lifetimes. As for the other—when Jason wanted a woman, he had a woman. He had no need for anyone to act his procurer.

Elena’s wing shimmered lightly over his as she stretched a little, and he didn’t shift away to break the fleeting contact. In many ways, he was the opposite of Aodhan, the angel so broken, he couldn’t bear the slightest touch. Jason, by contrast, sometimes only felt real and not the phantom Lijuan had named him if he had the pressure of another’s skin, another’s wing against his own. It was as if all those years, decades, when he hadn’t felt the touch of another sentient being had created a thirst in him that could never be assuaged.

A sybarite drunk on sensation, that was what he might have become, but for the fact that those years of excruciating, endless aloneness had left him with other scars—scars that led him to embrace the very shadows he’d hated as a child; scars that meant he meted out trust with a careful hand. Regardless of his need, Jason allowed very few people to touch him outside of the bedroom, for the touch of a friend, it was a far different thing than the caress of a lover taken in the dark of night and left behind when morning broke.

“It was a beautiful wedding, wasn’t it?” Elena said, her eyes soft in the way women’s often were at such things.

“Do you wish for one?” Marriage was thought of as a mortal thing, but as today showed, some immortals continued to embrace it—Dmitri had been most insistent on the ceremony.

Startled laughter from Elena. “Raphael and I married above the wreckage of New York, when he fell with me in his arms.”

Raphael, too, Jason thought, was a different man with his consort, this mortal woman become an angel. Such a weak angel in terms of power, her immortality a flickering flame, and yet she had a strength that spoke to the survivor in him. So he’d taught her how to remain unseen in the sky, watched her push her body to merciless extremes in an effort to achieve a vertical takeoff so soon after her becoming, and listened for threats to her life.

For Elena was Raphael’s biggest weakness.

A tiny giggle, a mischief-eyed little girl running to Elena on wobbling legs, curls of bronze-threaded black captured at the sides of her head with ribbons of summer orange. Smiling in unhidden delight, Elena bent to pick up the child in her arms. “Hello, Zoe, Warrior Goddess in Training.” A kiss on one plump cheek, Zoe’s flower girl dress a confection of lace over Elena’s arm. “Did you give your mom the slip?”

Jason met the child’s direct gaze as she nodded, saw that she held a silver-edged feather of distinctive blue in a careful fist. The daughter of the Guild Director stared at his wings for a moment before whispering something in Elena’s ear. Jason heard what she said, understood none of it, her language that of very small children.

Clearly not at the same disadvantage, Elena glanced at him, silver-gray eyes shining with laughter.

“The imp’s coveting more of your feathers for her collection, Jason. I’d be careful.” She was distracted a second later by a tall man with long black hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, his cheekbones sharp against copper gold skin.

Ransom Winterwolf.

Hunter.

It was strange to see so many of the Guild on the grounds of Raphael’s home. Located in the Angel Enclave, on the other side of the river from the gleaming glass and metal of Manhattan, it was undoubtedly elegant, but Jason knew the Sire had offered Dmitri far more stunning locations in which to make Honor his bride. However, the leader of the Seven had been adamant.

“Daybreak,” he’d said a bare three hours before sunrise. “We marry at daybreak.”

In those three hours, Elena and the Guild Director had managed to alert every hunter in the New York area who wasn’t on assignment and was within traveling distance, while Jason, Illium, and Venom stood for the rest of the Seven. Naasir, Galen, and Aodhan had been told, had all three spoken with Dmitri before the wedding.

United in their loyalty to Raphael—and to each other—the Seven had forged bonds that were unbreakable, but even had there been more time, it was impossible for all of them to ever be in one place at one time. To keep the balance of power in the world, Raphael needed to maintain a presence in the Refuge and in New York, and now, in the lost city of Amanat, home to the Ancient who was Raphael’s mother.

That three of them stood here to witness Dmitri’s wedding, it was an unexpected gift. There were other invited guests of course—the proud staff who ran Raphael’s home, a number of men and women who worked directly under Dmitri at the Tower, and whose loyalty belonged as much to the vampire as it did to Raphael, two mortal policemen who were considered part of the Guild family.

The well-respected man who’d officiated the ceremony belonged to that family, too, having headed the Guild before passing on the mantle.

Raphael himself had stood at Dmitri’s side during the ceremony, the friendship between the two men old enough, deep enough, that it was the archangel who had played the second this day. Jason didn’t know of any other such friendships among those who served the Cadre of Ten, the archangels who ruled the world, but he knew this one had endured centuries, through anger and war and even a short defection by Dmitri to Neha’s territory. That hadn’t lasted long, and now Dmitri’s lips curved at something Raphael said.

Angel’s Blood
First in the Guild Hunter Series

While the vampire was dressed in a crisp black-on-black suit, his bride wore a gown of deep, vibrant green that caressed and embraced her curves before rippling in a liquid waterfall to the dew-laden grass, the fabric arranged cleverly at her left hip to give the illusion of waves. When her gaze landed on Jason, she smiled and came toward him, halting at the border of the invisible space that separated him from the world, one hand holding the wildflower bouquet Elena had created using the blooms in her greenhouse.

“Thank you,” she said, her happiness so luminous, it outshone the diamonds at her throat, diamonds Jason had seen Dmitri buy as rough stones three centuries ago.

It had taken the vampire another hundred years to get them finely cut and set into a necklace of exquisite beauty, until the stones appeared to be droplets of captured starfire.

“Who will you gift it to?” Jason had asked at the time.

Dmitri’s response had been a sardonic twist of his mouth, the hardness in his eyes akin to the gems he held. “A woman whose spirit dazzles brighter than these stones.”

The necklace had graced none but the honey-skinned neck it now encircled.

“For this amazing dream of a dress,” Honor continued, stroking her hand down the fabric. “I don’t know how you found it so early in the morning. It fits like it was made for me.”

“No thanks are necessary.” So much of life he spent on the sidelines—many times out of choice, sometimes because he didn’t know how to belong—but he’d needed to be a part of this day when a man he respected, and who was as close a friend as he was capable of having, claimed this woman for his own.

“Jason can find anything,” Dmitri said, walking over to slide his arm around Honor’s waist. “The winds talk to him, tell him where to go.”

Honor laughed, husky and warm, and then she was being embraced by Elena, the hunter’s wings iridescent in the white light of morning. Stepping a little to the right, Jason met Dmitri’s gaze. The vampire shrugged, the words unspoken but not unheard.

No one will ever believe it.

No, Jason thought, no one would. Even he had thought himself mad when he was a boy on the verge of adulthood. It had taken reading Jessamy’s history books once he arrived at the angelic stronghold that was the Refuge to understand he’d inherited his mother’s “ear,” her ability to sense things happening hundreds of miles away, across oceans and beyond mountains. It was how she’d always had stories to tell him about people in the Refuge, though they lived on an isolated atoll surrounded by the shimmering blue of the Pacific.

“I will write this story down for you, Jason. You must practice your reading.”

He had. Over and over, until the parchment disintegrated, he’d read those stories and the others in the books in the house. Then he’d copied the words out on wood, on flax, in the sand, forcing himself to remember that he was a person, that he should know how to read. It had worked . . . for a while.

“I’m happy for you, Dmitri,” he said now, allowing the ghosts of the past to fade into the background. “This is my gift to you and your bride.”

As Dmitri glanced down at the small note card Jason passed across, Honor’s second—a long-legged hunter who had unique gifts of her own—came to join Elena and Honor, and the women laughed and began to talk all at once.

“A safe place,” Jason said when Dmitri looked up from reading the address on the card, the sun glinting off the simple gold band he wore on the ring finger of his left hand. “Where no one will find you.”

Understanding whispered across the sensual lines of Dmitri’s face. Moving a small distance away from the women, he said, “I shouldn’t be surprised at what you know, and yet I am.” He slid the card away. “How certain are you of the security?”

“The house is mine, and no one has found it in two hundred years.” Hidden in the dense forests of an otherwise uninhabited mountain, it could only be reached via a very specific route that he now shared with Dmitri, mind to mind. Even aerial entry is impossible unless the angel in question knows how to find a particular small clearing. He gave Dmitri the coordinates. Without that, severe damage to the wings as a result of the thick canopy—and the safeguards hidden within—is a distinct possibility.

Dmitri’s eyes gleamed. Good. His next words were spoken aloud. “I didn’t know you had another home in this country.”

“I don’t.” He had houses he used when needed, but home was a concept that had no meaning to him, though Dmitri likely assumed he considered his apartment at New York’s Archangel Tower home. “You’ll be safe there, and you can be private.” Honor’s transformation from human to vampire would take time, and while Jason knew Dmitri would ensure she navigated it in a deep sleep, safe from any suffering, he also knew the other man would not leave her side during the process. “There is no need to take a guard unit.”

“I wouldn’t trust those words coming from anyone’s mouth but yours,” Dmitri said, his face angled toward Honor. “I don’t know when we’ll use your gift. I have her promise . . . but I will not rush her on this.”

“You want to.”

“Yes.” Unvarnished ruthlessness. “But you see, Jason, it appears I have a fatal weakness when it comes to Honor—even should she change her mind and decide to remain mortal, I can’t force her and still live with myself.”

Jason said nothing as Dmitri walked back to his wife, who looked up to offer him a smile Jason had seen her share with no other. Her friends moved away to give husband and wife a moment of privacy, but everyone continued to linger on the luxuriant green of the lawn, the birdsong a delicate accompaniment to the murmur of conversation. Champagne was sipped, greetings exchanged, friendships renewed in the glow of the joy that came off Honor and Dmitri.

Unlike the others, Jason felt exposed out here in the sunlight, the unrelieved black of his wings a target, but he didn’t give in to the compulsion to fly up high above the cloud layer, where no one could see him. A minute later, when the winds began to whisper, he listened.

A single word. A name.

Eris.

The only significant Eris Jason knew of was husband to Neha, the three-thousand-year-old archangel the only one in the Cadre who had chosen to follow the mortal ceremony of binding. Eris was also her consort, but he hadn’t been seen in public for some three hundred years. Many believed him dead; however, Jason knew the male lived, imprisoned in a palace inside Neha’s sprawling fort. Except for when he’d attempted to escape early on in his captivity, he had not been physically harmed.

Neha loved Eris too much to hurt him.

It was why she hated him so violently for his betrayal.

Eris.

Sliding into the shadows of the trees that edged Raphael’s property, a welcome respite from the light, Jason took out his cell phone. In earlier centuries, even with his considerable mental abilities, it had taken him days to communicate with his men and women, weeks to gather a single piece of information. Technology made it so much simpler—unlike some angels of old, and though his chosen weapon remained a sword, Jason did not abhor the modern world.

Now, he saw that he had a number of missed calls that must’ve come in during the ceremony, while his phone had been in silent mode. All were from Samira—she was a servant with clearance to work in Neha’s private quarters, and technically his highest-ranking spy in the other archangel’s court, though Jason had his doubts about her continued efficacy. “Samira,” he said when the call was answered. “What has happened?”

“Eris is dead.” A hushed whisper. “Murdered inside his palace.”

“When?”

“I don’t know, but he was found an hour ago. Neha has not left the body. Mahiya is by her side.”
Jason had never spoken to Mahiya, but having done a subtle investigation when Neha first adopted her just over three centuries ago, he knew the princess was of Neha’s bloodline. That relationship was accepted knowledge, but the facts behind it had long been buried. Many in Neha’s own court chose not to remember, not to see the truth—that Mahiya had been born of Nivriti, sister to Neha and dead as long as her child had been alive.

No terrible secret that . . . except if you knew the name of Mahiya’s father.

Eris.

I highly recommend reading Angel’s Blood, the first in the Guild Hunter series, before jumping headlong into this series.  It will help you understand the context and characters better. If you haven’t read any of Nalini Singh’s books I think these should definitely be on any avid paranormal romance reader’s TBR list.

For more information and her traveling diaries go to Nalini Singh’s website: www.nalinisingh.com.  For more information about the Guild Hunter or the Psy/Changeling series you can go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.

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