Promo: Moonlight (Black Swan #4) by Victoria Danann

Today I have the awesome chance to promote an author I have loved from the first book I read in her Black Swan series.  Victoria Danann is extremely talented and can really draw you into a story.  So, today I get the chance to promote her newest book Moonlight.  Be sure to check out Moonlight and the rest of the Black Swan series!

MoonlightCover600x800Paranormal Romance / Fantasy

Date to be Published: 5/25/13

ISBN ebook 978-1-933320-69-4

ISBN Print   978-1-933320-64-9

The fourth installment in The Order of the Black Swan serial saga. The story of
B Team continues while the romance centers on Stalkson Grey, head of the Elk Mountain
Reservation Tribe of werewolves. He embarks on an adventure he would never have dreamed
possible, willing to take any risk to save his pack from extinction. Along the way he learns that
true love can find you in the strangest places, even when you’re far, far from home.
Book Excerpt :

“What do you know about my sister and that prancin’ prick of a fairy prince?”
Elora blinked, but in the space of that flutter he learned all he needed to know. He
had found out the first night Storm brought her to poker, back at Jefferson Unit, that her very
expressive face telegraphed even the tiniest nuance or feeling or thought. By now he knew her so
well that she was as transparent as air. She was caught off guard because she hadn’t expected that
question while Ram was cooking a leisurely Sunday breakfast.
“Say that three times fast?”
“No’ goin’ to work this time. Stay on topic.”
“You just don’t like him because he can stand toe to toe with you and not be cowed by the
H.O.H. elfster.”
“ELFSTER!? What in Paddy’s Name, Elora? And what is H.O.H.?”
“Hall of Heroes.”
Ram turned away from frying bacon and gave her a look. It probably didn’t have the
effect he intended. He was wearing jeans, a long sleeve black tee that stretched across his chest
enticingly, and a black Jack Daniels apron tied around his waist. She thought perhaps nothing
was sexier than watching Ram’s muscles ripple while cooking her breakfast.
“Do no’ try to deflect. ‘Tis I. And Paddy knows I can tell when you’re hidin’ somethin’.”
Ram looked determined.
“Speaking of hiding. You’re going to have to do something about all these guys
overrunning our property. Our home – the one that was intended to be our very own, very private
property. Please, Ram. Make them go away.”
His expression softened a little as he decided to allow himself to be temporarily derailed.
“Sol, Simon, and every one of your friends agree that we can no’ leave you and Helm
vulnerable after the threat those alien buggers left hangin’ in the air. That goes especially for your
friend, Sir Storm.”
“My friend, Sir Storm?”
“Aye. Your friend. The bloody wanker suggested that I’m no’ responsible enough to be
entrusted with lookin’ out for you. Said, ‘You’re no’ takin’ good care of my namesake’s mother.
I’ll be forced to give the job to someone else if you do no’ shape up and begin takin’ it seriously’.”
Elora laughed. “He said that?”
“Aye. As if ’twas all my doin’ that you ended up givin’ birth alone in a freezin’ wolf cave.
With. No. Phone.”
Ram narrowed his eyes at her. “Think very carefully about what you are about to say
before you say it.”
Elora smiled brightly. “I was going to say that no one in his right mind could fault you.”
Ram nodded and resumed turning the bacon. “Exactly. I should have reminded him what
happened when he was in charge of the Baka interview at Unit Drac. He pouted for hours after
learnin’ first hand that the Lady Laiken does as she fuck-well pleases.”
Elora concurred by nodding vigorously. “It’s a burden, but you bear it well, my love.”
“All kiddin’ aside. I do. I really do.” He began setting strips of cooked bacon out to drain
the grease.
“Well, Sir Storm is going to be plenty busy with his own burdens.”
“What’s your meanin?”
“They’re expecting.”
“Expectin’ a baby?”
“No. They’re expecting Publishers Clearing House to pay for their villa renovation.”
Ram gave her a look. “You know, I’m thinkin’ there’s only enough of this lovely bacon
for one and, since I cooked, I really should be keepin’ it for myself.”
“Yes! They’re expecting a baby. Litha thinks it’s a girl.”
“A girl!” Ram practically whooped. “Paddy’s Great Balls Afire. I can no’ wait to see
Storm try to be da to a girl.” He laughed enjoying that idea and then grew serious. “As for the
buggers who violated my grandda’s forest, I’ll no’ be givin’ ’em a second chance at my family.”
“Rammel. I hear you and I understand you.”
“I do no’ suppose the next sentence will be ‘and I obey you’.”
Elora smirked while she snagged a piece of bacon. “Have I ever mentioned you make
great bacon?” She nuzzled his ear on the way back to her stool. “Almost as good as chocolate.”
Ram pointed a spatula at her. “I swear to Paddy you have that thin’… that ADDD.”
Elora started laughing. “Pot.”
When his brows drew together she smiled because Helm looked at her with that same
expression several times a day. They made him accidentally in a snow covered cottage, but he
was made with love and now he was a little bit her and a little bit him. A miracle indeed.
“You can no’ concentrate ’cause you’ve been smokin’ dope?”
“No! ‘Pot’ as in ‘you’re the pot calling the kettle black’.”
Ram stared at her for a few beats, finally shook his head and said, “No idea.”
“You don’t have an expression here about the pot calling the kettle black?”
“We do no’ that I know of, but I think I begin to follow your point. You’re tryin’ to say
that I should no’ be accusin’ you of short attention because mine is even shorter?”
Of their own accord, his eyes drifted down to the cleavage showing between the henley
buttons she’d left undone.
She chuckled. “See?”
“See what?”
She did a little shimmy and he grinned sheepishly. “Guilty.” He put an orange juice in
front of her. “And be careful of the sexy dancin’. You’ll be gettin’ Helm’s milk all over your
clothes again.”
Elora rolled her eyes. “He gets enough. Have you seen how chubby his little face is
“Well, blood will tell.”
Elora narrowed her eyes to slits. “Rammel. Paddy help you if you’re saying what I think
you’re saying.”
“All I’m sayin’ is that chubby cheeks do no’ run on my side of the family.” When she took
a mock threatening step toward him, he laughed. “Just teasin’ darlin’ girl. Just teasin’. You know I
would no’ change a hair on your head. Or his.”
“Okay. All I’m sayin’ is that insanity doesn’t run on my side of the family.” A look of
horror slowly covered her face as she realized what she’d just said. She hadn’t yet personally
confronted what the assassin in the woods had said about the Laiwynn clan, but if it was true, it
meant that cruelty and despotic behavior might run in her family.
Ram put his utensils down, wiped his hand on his apron, and offered himself for a hug.
She stepped into the comfort of his arms.
“What I was trying to tell you earlier is that I’ve never made any secret of the fact that I
won’t give up my freedom to live a restricted life, no matter how luxurious or comfortable. Not
for anything.”
“No’ even for Helm? And me?”
“That’s not fighting fair and you know it.”
“When it comes to your safety – and our son’s – you think I care about fightin’ fair? ‘Tis
the very last of my concerns.”
“Let me put it this way. You need to come up with a more agreeable Plan B and you need
to do it while I’m still in a listening mood.”
“Any ideas?”
She looked down at her pretty Holland china plate, part of the set they got as a wedding
present from Kay and Katrina. She had a picture of how good life was going to be there in their
new home. Had the Ralengclan assassins spoiled her vision of the future to the point of ruin?
Was it time to confront that possibility?
“No.” When she looked back up, Ram thought he might have seen her look just a little
worn. Like her aura hadn’t been buffed in a while. Sometimes he caught her looking off into
space and he suspected that she was thinking about what she’d been told by the Ralengclan
assassin, wondering if the massacre of her family was really a coup d’etat.” Armed people
guarding the house. Hardly what I pictured.”
“I know.” Ram sat down next to her and took her hand in his. “We’ll figure it out. Monq’s
workin’ on it.” He pulled up like he had an idea. The change was so subtle that no one besides
Elora would have even noticed it.
“He’s workin’ on detectin’ interdimensional activity – identifyin’ the source and location.
He says ’tis a logical first step toward the defense system we’re goin’ to be needin’.”
“Yeah. I heard.”
“Well…” She knew she was in trouble when he turned on that look that he had given her
the first night they had met, the puppy dog plea that was so irresistible she could be manipulated
out of her socks with full knowledge and complicity. She hated that. It was… manipulation by
“Stop that right now!”
“‘Twas just thinkin’ that, for the time bein’, just while we’re sortin’ this out, maybe we
should move back into Jefferson Unit. You and Helm would be safe there. I know ’tis no’ ideal,
but there is the courtpark, food, and babysittin’ on demand. ‘Tis no’ this.” He looked around
the room and gave a little sigh. He had put a lot of himself into renovating the property and
somewhere along the way had come to understand why she loved it and pictured their little
family living happily ever after there. “But we were happy at Jefferson too. We could even help
Monq. Maybe speedin’ thin’s along a bit?”
“I’m expecting puppies.”
“I truly hope no one is recordin’ this conversation.” Ram’s mouth softened at the corners
making him look so beautifully kissable that she had to lean in and remind herself if those kisses
were as good as she remembered. He didn’t seem to mind complying with her wish. When she
pulled back, he said, “We could get Glen to keep an eye on that. The wolf pups I mean.”
“This is not just some ruse that’s going to get us sucked back into active duty?”
Ram cocked his head like he was having trouble with that question. “Why would I go to
so much trouble to keep you safe only so I could risk gettin’ you killed?”
Elora stared at Ram for a few seconds. “I’m not the only knight in the room and we both
know how persuasive Sol can be when he wants something. Before I even consider this proposal,
I need some reassurance that none of us, not you, not me, not the baby – none of us – are going to
end up on any field assignment. Not in any capacity.”
Ram nodded. “Deal.”
“Okay you approve of my answer or okay we’re packin’ for Fort Dixon?”
“Fort Dixon, but that’s all of us. Blackie too. And we need an apartment big enough for
the four of us.”
“Thank Paddy. I’m goin’ to get a good night’s sleep for a change.”
She hadn’t realized just how much stress the fear of assassination had caused Ram
until she saw his facial muscles relax. Yeah. It was a good plan. A good choice, everything
“And, let’s outline what would have to happen to make it possible for us to come back
here and proceed to live life the way it should be lived. By ourselves. Speaking of which, I’m
also not giving up the pleasure of a weekend at the cottage – just us – forever.”
“Certainly. I’m no’ unreasonable.”
She smiled at him lovingly and indulgently. “Of course not. You’re my hero.”

Review: The Witch’s Dream by Victoria Danann

Today’s review is The Witch’s Dream by Victoria Danann.  It is the second book in The Order of the Black Swan Series.  All I can say is I can’t wait for Book 3!

Title: The Witch’s Dream

Series: The Order of the Black Swan, Book 2

Author: Victoria Danann

Genre: Paranormal Romance,

Publisher: 7th House


Pages: 280

Release Date: October 14th, 2012

Book Description:

He was left behind when Elora Laiken made her choice. Now he’s had it with love, but a transplanted witch who happens to be the world’s best tracker hopes she can change his mind.

The Witch’s Dream begins with B Team on loan for temporary assignment to Black Swan headquarters in Edinburgh where they are supposed to fill in for stretched-thin resources and assist with a werewolf issue. They’ve been given permission to stop in Ireland for a few days and help Ram and Elora celebrate their handfasting at the palace in Derry.

When they reach Edinburgh, the afterglow of an elftale wedding quickly turns all business. A missing person report turns into a demon abduction. A simple werewolf sanction becomes a diplomatic issue requiring the one thing Elora is no longer willing to give – finesse.

From New York to Ireland to Edinburgh to Siena to the Texas Hill Country to Napa Valley. From promises to rages to hunts to epiphanies, emotions intersect to prove that true love can find you when you’re least expecting it – even when you’re far, far from home.

Erotic quotient: Some steamy scenes. No ménage. No BDSM.


The Witch’s Dream is the second book in Victoria Danann’s The Order of the Black Swan series.  This was an awesome follow-up to My Familiar Stranger.  I think this book was done the way a lot of other follow-ups should be done.  It takes place right after the first book.  Its like the story didn’t have any kind of pause.  This story does focus more on Storm and his HEA with Litha.  Storm’s heartache over Elora and Ram’s handfasting soon ebbs after meeting Litha.  I loved Litha’s character.  She was very determined and definitely the perfect fit for Storm. Even though it focuses on Storm and Litha, Elora and Ram still have very prominent parts.  Though the focus of the main story shifts we are still getting concurrent and continuing story of Elora and Ram.  This is rarely done and I loved this tremendously.   I also enjoyed the addition of other outside characters like Ram’s sister Alesong and Kay’s sisters.  It felt like love was in the air with this book.  I was hoping for HEA everywhere.  Not to mention one of the first steamy sex scenes takes place completely in a dream.  Overall, this was an awesome second book and I can’t wait for the next one.  I whole-heartedly recommend reading this book, but I would suggest reading My Familiar Stranger first.

I’d like to thank Victoria Danann for giving me the chance to review this book and ABG Reads Book Tours for scheduling me this stop.  For more information about The Order of the Black Swan Trilogy/My Familiar Stranger/The Witch’s Dream you can go to Barnes and Noble, Amazon or any other book retailer.

Authors Bio:

Though works of fiction are a departure for me, I have had this series simmering on the back burner of my mind for a few years. In addition to authoring and illustrating Seasons of the Witch (for the past thirteen years) I play Classic Rock music and manage one of Houston’s premier R&B bands.

This series includes some of my education in the paranormal and fictionalized anecdotes from my journals during the years when I was a practicing “metaphysician”, but, of course, most of the material is fantasy. All of the books will feature strong female leads with strong male support.

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