... finally, my time has come! Bwahaha!
Um.... actually, I mean I’m doing an author takeover to celebrate the release of Eve L. Mitchell’s new book, Dark Heart ❤️ which is going to be incredible! There will be a ton of amazing authors, giveaways and lots of fun to be had. Don’t miss it!
#releaseparty #authortakeover #newromancenovel
Oh, and hey... do you like this logo? I'm going to use it tomorrow at the party. What do you think of it?
It's that time again--our little midweek holiday. Happy Wine Wednesday everyone! I decided to use another of my favorite, go-to author's books this week. Paranormal Romance author, Sherrilyn Kenyon's, Fantasy Lover and Golden Chardonnay make a lovely pair, I think. This is just another case of a, 'damn... they look good together!', wine / book pairing.
Fantasy Lover is the first book in Kenyon's famed Dark-Hunter Series. It's where the whole world of Daimons and the badasses that hunt them began. I love this series, in case you couldn't tell. It's a great one to read over and over... and um, over again (if you're me). And that Julian of Macedon - whoa - Spartan Warrior turned love-slave that walks right off the pages of an enchanted book to fulfill fantasies... I mean, what more could you ask for? Literally, the perfect book boyfriend!
If you've never read a Dark Hunter book and you like supernatural story worlds for your romance reads, then be sure to pick up a copy, pour yourself a glass of Golden Chard and stay up late tonight with your very own Fantasy Lover.
Being trapped in a bedroom with a woman is a grand thing. Being trapped in hundreds of bedrooms over two thousand years isn't. And being cursed into a book as a love-slave for eternity can ruin even a Spartan warrior's day.
As a love-slave, I know everything about women. How to touch them, how to savor them, and most of all, how to pleasure them. But when I was summoned to fulfill Grace Alexander's sexual fantasies, I found the first woman in history who saw me as a man with a tormented past. She alone bothered to take me out of the bedroom and onto the world. She taught me to love again.
But I was not born to love. I was cursed to walk eternity alone. As a general, I had long ago accepted my sentence. Yet now I have found Grace--the one thing my wounded heart cannot survive without. Sure, love can heal all wounds, but can it break a two-thousand-year-old curse?
Julian of Macedon
Happy Book Teaser Tuesday! Here is a little bit from one of my favorite scenes in Moontide. Here, Cindy gets the sense that the strange dreams she's been having might be more than just dreams.
She veered left with Iris once they hit the water and picked up speed, splashing through the foamy surf. The mare’s exhilaration was contagious and Cindy reveled in the feel of freedom. She’d never been so at ease riding before, but something had come over her and it was as if she just knew what to do, like she was remembering. Remembering what though? The horse, the ride, the place? She couldn’t piece it all together enough to make sense of what felt like recollections but couldn’t possibly be.
Ronan and his stallion gained on them and she pushed Iris forward, laughing into the wind. Her spirit melded with the horse’s as they pounded across wet sand. Small white flickers sped through her vision like fireflies. She raced through the tiny balls of light as they blurred, fading into the sunlight and the gleam of the water. A sensation of strength came over her, rushing through the blood in her veins as if some fire had been lit within her.
Foreign words like the ones spoken in her dreams filled her head. This time, she had a vague idea of their meaning; moon then goddess. They’d barely flitted into her consciousness when Ronan caught up and headed her off.
Both horses turned their riders in a final circle as they pranced and reared against the rolling water in a climactic end to their game.
Moontide, Tides of Atlantis Book#1
Available on Amazon or read for free on Kindle Unlimited
Tides of Atlantis
Mankind and the gods alike have grown complacent and the restless forces of the underworld that have been simmering beneath the surface are coming out to play. They will not stop until their thirst for vengeance is satisfied and all worlds have returned to yawning pre-time chaos.
Ten lost kings ─ sons of Poseidon─ and rulers of a condemned land are our last hope…if only they can be found. Cursed by the gods after the fall of Atlantis, the kings have passed into anonymity with no memory of who they are. Forces of both good and evil are hunting them. Poseidon needs them to win the war for the universe. Evil is bent on their destruction.
Upon A Moonswept Tide…
Trapped in time…Ronan Garring is a man of action; a ship captain who has sailed the seas from Europe to the Caribbean…in the seventeenth century. When he is tricked by a sea nymph, he is sent to a deserted island in Poseidon’s realm to serve the gods for all time. On a mission to modern day Miami, he finds his earth home crawling with underworld evil and is waylaid by an enchanting human woman who seems to stall his attempts at completing his quest at every turn. He can’t be sure if she is an entirely innocent wrecking ball or the agent of a more sinister force. Against all his good intentions, he finds himself continually, albeit pleasantly, entangled with her both in this world and beyond.
Searching…for a friend whose gone missing, Cindy Pierce left the Rocky Mountains for the beaches of Miami to try to make sense of, what looks to be, a hopeless case. As the trail grows cold, she stumbles into an intriguing dark stranger and is literally knocked flat. Fierce and intense as he is, towering over her and exuding old world masculinity, she can’t help her body’s immediate response to him. When she finds herself being chased across the southern tip of Miami and into the Florida Keys by the handsome foreigner however, she’s convinced he’s not only psychotic but intent on doing her harm. Once she finds herself in his arms again though, her attraction to him can’t be denied and neither can the fact that he may be the only one who can save her from the dark forces at work on the beach.
Join the race to find the kings in Amanda V. Shane’s new Tides of Atlantis series and help them to discover their soul mates, the women who will win their lost hearts and help them fulfill their destiny!
Happy Book Teaser Tuesday everyone! Here is very romantic little bit from my favorite would-be villain couple. Azarus and Odile, the Sorcerer and the Swan. Oh, the things that man says to her.... swoon worthy!
“firelight becomes you.”
Odile felt a flush from more than the heat come over her.
“It is the same with you, my lord. Though, like you, I prefer the shadows.”
His hands traced the curve of her cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed her mouth. Odile opened to him readily. The smell of the Elder branches combined with his male scent, tempting her to breathe him in. Her hands roved over his chest, wrapping behind his neck to bring him closer. Their bodies met, Azarus pulling them together tightly while he plundered her lips. He searched out all of her secrets with his tongue. There was no hiding in the dark from this man, he knew it too well. He was the master of it.
Finally, they pulled apart for breath.
“Aye, right you are, dark maiden. We both are of the shadows—night creatures together. Our fire lies inside, don’t fear it. We can burn in secret, the way you like, for only each other.”
She smiled, wishing once again that these rites they acted were for more than just show. Every black thing she’d been taught to hate about herself, Azarus brought to the light. At first she thought he exposed her but now she knew the truth. Each moment with him healed her, forced who she really was to the fore. Like the primitive sounds of the villagers’ music, he wove the frayed strands of her soul together in a song so wildly beautiful it could never be heard by anyone’s ears but his own. She’d burn for him forever.
Enter the dark, seductive world of the black swan today.
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Happy May 1st and, more importantly, happy Wine Wednesday everyone!
This week's pairing is brought to you by my current read - New york Time's Bestselling Author, Gena Showalter's book, Wicked Nights, and Raeburn Chardonnay. Wicked Nights is the first book in Showalter's Angels of the Dark series. Showalter is one of my go-to paranormal romance authors and I just picked this little gem up about a day ago, but oh my... so good! The rest of the books in the series look amazing too and the covers... *sigh*. Let's just say, I think I'm going to be crushing on angels for a while. Go grab yourself a copy of this sexy angels romance and read along with me. Pour yourself a glass of Raeburn chardonnay and we'll be all set.
Wishing you a fabulous wine / book night tonight and, as always, happy reading!
Leader of the most powerful army in the heavens, Zacharel has been deemed nearly too dangerous, too ruthless—and if he isn't careful, he'll lose his wings. But this warrior with a heart of ice will not be deterred from his missions at any cost…until a vulnerable human tempts him with a carnal pleasure he's never known before.
Accused of a crime she did not commit, Annabelle Miller has spent four years in an institution for the criminally insane. Demons track her every move, and their king will stop at nothing to have her. Zacharel is her only hope for survival, but is the brutal angel with a touch as hot as hell her salvation—or her ultimate damnation?
About the Author
Amanda V Shane is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance and is currently working on her Tides of Atlantis series about the super hot lost kings of Atlantis as well as her Enchanted Lands Romances.