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Silent Love (The Love Series – Book 1):
Former Navy SEAL Sean Millen has been perfectly fine with his bachelorhood until recently, when he realizes he’s unhappy with his single status. Unfortunately, his playboy reputation doesn’t offer him the type of woman that could fulfill his days and nights as well as settle into the specific life he envisions.

Four years ago, Beth Connors’ world was entirely altered. Beth spends her days trying to remain invisible in order to avoid unwanted attention. Each night she sheds grief-filled tears over the former life she once led but will never be able to regain.

When Beth literally runs into HIM. Doctor Sean Millen. A force of nature. A rock. A reputable heartbreaker, who takes an immediate interest in her, there’s no place for her to hide. But Beth’s natural instinct to push Sean away to save herself and him from the difficult task of adjusting their lives to her shortcomings is always front and center. Yet, Beth secretly longs for love. Is she strong enough to tear down the walls of her self-imposed prison?

Sean finds himself falling for a woman who is determined to reject his every advance and deny their surprisingly deep connection. Can Sean push past Beth’s concrete walls that she refuses to destroy? Or will Beth’s shocking revelation of her past prevent them from finding the love they both deserve? Or will a tragic accident pull Sean and Beth apart permanently?
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Paranormal Love Wednesdays ~ Blog Hop ~ Sanguinary

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Welcome to Paranormal Love Wednesdays! Take a moment to check out the excerpt from Sanguinary below, then HOP on over to the rest of the participating blogs to find new authors and great reads!

 

Only fifty years left before vampires rule the world.

When Dallas police detective Cami Davis joined the city’s vampire unit, she planned to use the job as a stepping-stone to a better position in the department.

But she didn’t know then what she knows now: there’s a silent war raging between humans and vampires, and the vampires are winning.

So with the help of a disaffected vampire and an ex-cop addict, Cami is going undercover, determined to solve a series of recent murders, discover a way to overthrow the local Sanguinary government, and, in the process, help win the war for the human race.

But can she maintain her own humanity in the process? Or will Cami find herself, along with the rest of the world, pulled under a darkness she cannot oppose?

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Excerpt

Reese leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was cool and I could taste the tinge of copper that was my blood on his tongue. A single thought raced across my mind—This should be really disgusting—and was gone. It wasn’t disgusting at all; it made the fire in my veins burn hotter and brighter, and I tugged at Reese’s jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms. His kiss deepened and I moaned in the back of my throat. I managed to undo his bow tie with one tug, and then we were both lying on the couch, my legs wrapped around him, his tongue deep in my mouth. I played with his fangs with my tongue, testing their sharpness. He bit down, ever so slightly, and his fang slid inside my tongue. My breath caught in my chest, but the sharp pinpoint of pain faded as a small amount of blood welled to the surface. Reese melted against me and whimpered as I ran my tongue against his, mingling the taste of him with the taste of blood.

He traced a trail of kisses down my neck and into the cleavage line of my jacket, then licked one long line back up to the puncture marks on my shoulder.

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Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Sanguinary-Night-Shift-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00MR5VGV8/

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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sanguinary/id925269933?mt=11

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sanguinary-Night-Shift-Novel-1/dp/0990743322/

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About the Author

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Margo Bond Collins is the author of urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She has published a number of novels, including Sanguinary, Taming the Country Star, Legally Undead, Waking Up Dead, and Fairy, Texas. She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.

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Review: Low Midnight by Carrie Vaughn

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Finally! Cormac’s story! I’ve been a fan of Carrie Vaughn’s work ever since Kitty and The Midnight Hour was released. (If this is the first you’ve heard of Vaughn, I suggest you stop reading this review right now and go pick up that first book–it’s wonderful! Just don’t blame me for the series spoilers ahead!)

I have always been a little sad that Kitty and Cormac didn’t get together–as much as I love Ben, and as well as he and Kitty fit together, the chemistry between Kitty and Cormac was so very strong that I thought they would have made an interesting pair. His recent transformations in the series startled me, so I was glad he got a novel of his very own–and wow, did it ever pay off!

Having been released from his stint in prison, Cormac now carries the consciousness of nineteenth-century magician Amelia, and must learn to navigate sharing ownership of his body. The plot centers on solving a hundred-year-old mystery in a mining town in Colorado, but the real story here is the way that Cormac and Amelia learn to work together–even when apparently functioning at cross-purposes.

As ever, Vaughn’s characters are well drawn and complex, and storytelling is excellent. One of the things I loved about this book is how clearly it both ties in to the Kitty Norville universe and yet also stands on its own. The events in this book will propel the overall arc of the story forward. But because it’s largely the story of the relationship between Amelia and Cormac, the events that push the narrative forward can be summed up quickly in that main storyline. It’s a smart novel about a small event that ties into the rest of the series.

But don’t go into Low Midnight expecting a Kitty Norville book. This is very much a Cormac Bennett book. And I hope there are many, many more.

Low Midnight

Title: Low Midnight

Author: Carrie Vaughn

Series: Kitty Norville Series (#13)

Genre: Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Tor – Forge (Imprint of Macmillan)

Release Date: Dec 30 2014

eBook & Print (Mass Market)

Blurb:
Cormac, the Kitty Norville series’ most popular supporting character, stars in his first solo adventure.

Carrie Vaughn’s Low Midnight spins out of the series on the wave of popularity surrounding Kitty’s most popular supporting character, Cormac Bennett, a two-minded assassin of the paranormal who specializes in killing lycanthropes. In his first solo adventure, Cormac, struggling with a foreign consciousness trapped inside him, investigates a century-old crime in a Colorado mining town which could be the key to translating a mysterious coded diary…a tome with secrets that could shatter Kitty’s world and all who inhabit it. With a framing sequence that features Kitty Norville herself, Low Midnight not only pushes the Kitty saga forward, but also illuminates Cormac’s past and lays the groundwork for Kitty’s future.

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In addition to being the New York Times bestselling author of the Kitty Norville books, CARRIE VAUGHN is also the author of the standalone novels After the Golden Age, Dreams of the Golden Age, and Discord’s Apple, and the young adult books Voice of Dragons and Steel. Visit her online at http://www.carrievaughn.com/

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Author’s Other Works

Kitty Norville Series

Kitty and the Midnight Hour #1

Kitty Goes to Washington #2

Kitty Takes a Holiday #3

Kitty and the Silver Bullet #4

Kitty and the Dead Man’s Hand #5

Kitty Raises Hell #6

Kitty’s House of Horrors #7

Kitty Goes to War #8

Kitty’s Big Trouble #9

Kitty Steals the Show #10

Kitty Rocks the House #11

Kitty in the Underworld #12

Low Midnight #13

Kitty Saves the World #14 Coming 2015

Kitty’s Greatest Hits (Short Story Collection)

Stand Alones

Straying from the Path (Short Story Collection)

Voices of Dragons

Steel

Discord’s Apple

Golden Age

After the Golden Age

Dreams of the Golden Age

Anthologies

Dark and Stormy Nights (Kitty Norville Short)

Hex Appeal (Kitty Norville Short)

Running with the Pack (Kitty Norville Short)

Wolfsbane and Mistletoe (Kitty Norville Short)

Spotlight On: 52 Likes by Medeia Sharif

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52 LIKES

Medeia Sharif

YA Paranormal/Evernight Teen/@ 47K

*Editor’s Pick*

After a brutal rape and near-murder, Valerie wants to get past feelings of victimhood from both the assault and her history of being bullied. Not knowing the identity of her masked rapist and dealing with the nasty rumors about that night are two things that plague her daily. 

Valerie will have to follow ghostly entities, past victims of the rapist-murderer, contacting her through a social media site. Why do all of their eerie photos have 52 likes under them? Their messages are leading her to the mystery man, although he’ll put up a fight to remain hidden.

14+ due to adult situations

 

Buy Links: Evernight Teen / Amazon / Omni Lit / BookStrand

Excerpt:

With the girls closest to me, I see their Picomatic profile page, which is a reminder that I have a direct message on there. “Did you DM me on Picomatic?” I whisper to Cookie.

She shakes her head, briefly looking up from her notebook. I should be writing too, but can’t concentrate on the five questions Ms. Garland wrote on the board. She’s seated behind her desk as a student approaches her to ask a question. The student is blocking her face, so she can’t see me at all. During times like these, when teachers are busy, I whip out my phone.

I slide my phone out of my pocket and into my lap. It used to be a wonderful distraction that entertained me during boring lectures and educational videos. Seeing others on Picomatic, I’m now dying to know what the DM is about. Even if it’s an inappropriate or harassing one, I need to see it. If it upsets me, I’ll report it as spam. If it’s extremely bad, pertaining to that night, I have to tell someone, even though last year the school didn’t do much in the way of protecting me from the trio, which was the quartet back then since Hector would play their vicious games.

I open my Picomatic page. Selfies abound, some from a few seconds ago. Most pictures are from P.E. or some other class where teachers don’t supervise as much. Some people are taking pictures of work that has been graded, bragging about A’s or criticizing teachers who gave them F’s. I tap the corner, where the direct messages are. If it’s a graphic with THOT or some other message on it, I need to know that’s not who I am. I never was. Be brave, I urge myself.

There’s a DM from someone named 2beautiful. I can’t recall any friends who use that handle. Where the profile pic should be, there’s a close-up of an eye. The eye is lined, with heavy mascara and purple and blue eye shadow. It’s an attractive picture, although eye pics can be deceiving. Sometimes the rest of the person isn’t as pretty. I don’t recognize this eye, although anyone’s eye can be transformed like this with the right makeup.

I scroll down to see the picture message she sent me. I frown, unsure of what this is, who this is. It’s almost pornographic, but not really since it’s just a sliver of skin, although there’s a hint of the girl’s V between her legs.

The picture is of a slender, yet curvaceous naked hip. The bone protrudes slightly and I can tell the girl is pear-shaped. I’m also pear-shaped, which is especially noticeable around Christmas time when I gain five pounds from eating too much during winter break.

This photo of a girl’s hip has 52 likes. I gasp. Is it a photo of me? Did someone take a picture of me at home or in the shower? Then I think back to the rape, of the flashes of light…I thought it was lightning, but I could be wrong. He had pulled me down to the floor and knocked me around. The room was dark. Maybe I didn’t notice every single thing he had done to me. Had the rapist photographed me?

Author Bio:

I’m a Kurdish-American author who was born in New York City, and I presently call Miami my home. I received my master’s degree in psychology from Florida Atlantic University. After becoming a voracious reader in high school and a relentless writer dabbling in many genres in college, I found my niche writing for young people. Today I’m a MG and YA writer published through various presses. In addition to being a writer, I’m a middle school English teacher. My memberships include MensaALAN, and SCBWI.

Website: http://www.medeiasharif.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sharifwrites

Instagram: http://instagram.com/sharifwrites

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4086531.Medeia_Sharif

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Spotlight On: Stupid Boy by Cindy Miles

Title: Stupid Boy

Author: Cindy Miles

Series: Stupid in Love #2

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

From Cindy Miles, bestselling new adult author of STUPID GIRL, comes the next installment of her blockbuster Stupid in Love series – STUPID BOY. 

Brax Jenkins and Olivia Beaumont are the most envied couple at Winston University—but the so-called “virginity dare,” orchestrated by Brax’s old fraternity, almost tore them apart. Now, a new dare is taking shape, and it’s sure to set emotions ablaze–more than ever before.

Winston’s “It Girl” Harper Belle isn’t just president of the Deltas–she’s also a master at keeping her ugly past a secret. So, when the Kappas’ dare hits closer to home for her more than anyone realizes, she devises a competition of her own as payback. Three sorority sisters will seek out a notorious womanizer on campus and–unbeknownst their “mark”–secretly train him to be the perfect boyfriend. Always up for a challenge, Harper targets the biggest player she can find: Brax’s wickedly handsome foster brother Kane McCarthy.

But, Harper discovers there’s much more to Kane than girls, games, and partying. His easy smile belies the quiet, old soul reflected in his deep brown eyes. All it takes is one night, one secret laid bare, and one kiss from Kane to shift Harper’s world on its axis. Suddenly, the girl who’s always walked a straight and narrow path can’t think of anything else except losing control.

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By the time I’d finished a very poor attempt at
studying for an Art test and exited the library, the tell-tale signs of pending
dusk had crept onto Winston’s manicured campus. The early November air felt
crisp against my cheeks as it whisked through, rustling the leaves and sending
several pirouetting to the ground to land in scattered colors on the grass like
some strange abstract stained glass. Knowing darkness would soon swallow
everything, I hurried to the campus coffee house and café that stayed open
until midnight. Inside, students sat at tables studying, their laptops open,
the light illuminating their faces and coffee cups by their sides. As I took my
place in line I selected my usual pre-packaged turkey sandwich and a bottle of
lemonade and stood, waiting to pay.
    “That’s all you’re eating?”
    I jumped at the voice behind me and turned to find Kane
there. Instantly, my insides froze. He gazed down at me, his hands shoved into
his pockets, those broad shoulders sort of hunching toward me, almost…cornering
me; his eyes as worn and soft as the leather jacket he wore.
    “Um, yes,” I answered. I gave a hesitant smile. “Not very
hungry, I guess.” What was he doing here? Suddenly I felt closed in—a feeling I
avoided at all costs.
    “So what’s good here?” he asked. His Boston accent was heavy
and void of the letter r, just like
Brax’s, only…softer. Quiet. The kind of voice that you had to pay close
attention to or else you’d miss what they were saying completely.
    I couldn’t believe he was talking to me. I shrugged,
pretended he didn’t bother me, and held up my sandwich. “Turkey?”
    He said nothing as he lifted three turkey sandwiches from
the cooler; his smoky gaze remained riveted to mine. Then, he bent his head
close. “Kane McCarthy.”
    I looked at him then, taken back by how his voice washed
over me and made my skin tingle. I forced myself to breathe; I wasn’t used to
being in this kind of situation. Guys just didn’t go out of their way to talk
to me. I made sure of it. But I didn’t balk. I mean, after all—Kane was my
potential reformation Dare. Right? Murphy’s words rushed back to me. Reform the barmy beast! I breathed.
Smiled. Pretended. “Harper Belle.”
    Again, his eyes softened, and as we stepped up to the
cashier he gave her a nod and inclined his head toward me. Before I could say a
word, the cashier had rung our orders up together, and Kane handed her a
twenty.
    I looked at him, embarrassed. “Oh no, really, that’s okay,
you don’t have to—”
    Kane’s eyes moved over me. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “I do.”
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About Cindy
National bestselling author Cindy Miles writes edgy romance, ranging from contemporary love stories to sexy paranormals. A native of southern coastal Georgia, she loves reading (naturally), baking swoon-worthy desserts, traveling abroad, yoga, and classic rock. The cover for her upcoming New Adult romance, STUPID GIRL, was featured on USA Today’s Happily Ever After blog. In the novel, a volatile mix of bad boys, sassy smart girls, dark secrets, and red-hot romance add up to one wild ride through college.
Hang out with Cindy on her Facebook fan page at: https://www.facebook.com/officialcindymilesfanpage
Or check out her website: http://www.cindy-miles.com/
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Cover Reveal: Whipped by Kelly Collins

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Title: Whipped – The Decadent Series Book 3

Author: Kelly Collins

Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance

Release Day:February 13, 2015

Synopsis

Roxy Somerville grew up with everything. Sports cars and designer clothes were commonplace in her life. Love, affection and autonomy were not. She left her life of luxury, and traded her riches for freedom, a freedom that would lead her back to her first love.

Bobby Anderson had very little in the way of wealth as a child. He had a supportive family and it made him the richest of men. For a time, he had Roxy, then she was gone. Now she’s back in his life, and he will stop at nothing to keep her.

Travel through past mistakes to second chances. Take a journey straight to the heart of love. Whipped is dipped in intrigue and suspense and immersed in sizzling hot passion. Once you find yourself Whipped, there is no turning back.

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About The Author

Kelly Collins lives in Colorado with her husband, James. She’s the proud mother of three young adults. They are her greatest accomplishment.

Reading has always been a passion. That passion turned into a career after she took a flight to New York and asked a what if question. That question turned into her first book, Tempo.

She has a passion for her family, a love of lemondrop martinis and is known to stop for anything shiny. She love hockey, gerbera daisies and standing in front of her fireplace until she nearly combusts.

Armed with a martini and her laptop, Kelly loves nothing more than to create a world that any woman would want to explore.

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Guest Post: Age Indifferent by Barbara Morgenroth, author of the Bittersweet Farm series

 
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Some years ago, a friend read one of my books and observed “What people don’t understand about your work is that you’re writing for adults even though your characters may be young.”
Age appropriateness was a continuing issue in publishing until Harry Potter and now, since the digital revolution, it’s all but disappeared.  Readers can easily find books that suit their interests, and categories have lost the importance they once had.  Is a book a Young Adult because of the age of the characters or the situations?  What makes a book adult fiction?  Age or content?  Was Harry Potter meant for children or for readers?
Do classifications matter as long as the story is compelling and satisfying?
In my equestrian fiction, Bittersweet Farm, the sisters were seventeen when the series began, and now are both eighteen. Home schooled, they didn’t have the social life of a teenager.  There was no dating, no classes, no pressure to conform.  Talia Margolin and her sister, Greer, are in the process of becoming adults and taking on the mature emotions and responsibilities of an adult. This is not always easy and they both often miss the mark they wished to achieve.
The audience for the Bittersweet series is largely adult readers.  They tell me they appreciate the serious approach to life, horses, and competition. They appreciate that the information about horses and riding is correct, but also respond to the way the characters treat their horses and each other with kindness and respect.
Over the last eight books in the series, Talia and Greer have faced old demons, reexamined choices, mourned the loss of friends, families and innocence, and have created new relationships.  There have been many lessons both on and off horseback.  New horses have come into their lives and others have left.  Knowing when to let go and learning when to hold on tight is part of becoming an adult.
The Bittersweet Farm books are for readers. No one’s age makes a difference.

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When a handsome new trainer arrives at Bittersweet Farm, the competition between half-sisters is no longer limited to the show ring. Talia Margolin’s life has been marked by events completely beyond her control–her mother’s death, her move to her father’s horse farm, the retirement of her show horse.
Now she faces the arrival of a new coach whose job is to get Talia’s half-sister, Greer, qualified for the finals at the National Horse Show. Greer is brutal on trainers but Lockie Malone is different. Handsome, talented, and with a will of hardened steel, Lockie can be an immovable object. He also becomes the agent for change in the lives of everyone at Bittersweet Farm.
For seventeen year old Talia, change has never meant anything but loss. Will this time be different?
 
 
 
 
An hour later, we were looking at the X-rays he had taken.
“You can see some bone changes here and here.” Dr. Fortier pointed. “And he’s got some arthritis. It’s normal for a horse his age.”
“There’s nothing we can do, is there?”
“Make him comfortable,” Dr. Fortier said. “You can give him some supplements, Bute for pain. You can hack out in the woods once in a while, but his show days are over.”  
    
“Did I do this to him?”
“Age did,” Lockie replied.
“Horses only look strong and everyonestarts to wear with age. It’ll happen to you, too,” Dr. Fortier said with a smile.
I didn’t feel like smiling and went into Butch’s stall while Lockie and the vet went outside.
We had been together since before my mother died. She’d been ill for a few years and it was obvious to me that she was never going to get better. She had a transparency overtaking her where each day she faded a bit more.
My father had been managing almost everything for those years as it became progressively more difficult for her to conduct her life. He made the arrangements for the hospitals and the doctors and begged her to marry him again and again until she finally gave in so that my future wouldn’t be in question.
He moved us to the farm and to give me something to try to take my heart and mind off what was happening, Butch was found for me.
Greer hated it. Blaming my mother for destroying her own family, she didn’t want me in the house. That September a boarding school in Virginia became her new home; she was as happy as Greer ever is. Her mother is still happily living in London on the extremely generous divorce settlement my father offered.
I had Butch and quiet and ever-present apprehension.
Then the time came when even with full time nursing, my mother had to go to the hospital and she never came home.
My father returned to the city, a nanny was brought in for me, and a trainer. I lived alone for the rest of that school year. When Greer came back from Virginia, we started in on the serious equitation and junior hunter training.
The rug had been pulled out from under me again and I buried my face in Butch’s neck and cried.
“Talia,” Lockie said from behind me. “He’s retiring, not dying.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“We’ll get you a new friend.”
“Idiot,” I said, turned and pushed past him.
Barbara was born in New York City but now lives at Black Cat Farm.
Envisioning a career as a globe-hopping photojournalist, after college she determined her hop muscles weren’t global strength so turned to writing.
No life experience is safe from her keyboard and Barbara has proved that being a magnet for story material may be overstimulating to live through but it’s all ultimately research.
 
Comment on the blog and be entered into the giveaway for a copy of Mounted; Bittersweet Farm 1. Barbara will announce the winner later today in the comments section, so be sure to check back.