Jumping Genres in June Giveaway Blog Hop

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Welcome to the Words, Words, Words entry in the Jumping Genres in June Giveaway Blog Hop, hosted by Stuck in Books.

Ever since I signed up to participate in this hop, I have been wracking my brain trying to figure out what kind of book would constitute “jumping genres” for me–because I read, literally, some of everything. So I finally gave up and decided to offer a copy of a book I read recently that is a little (but not much) outside of my comfort zone: a YA Science Fiction Dystopian novel.

So for this giveaway, I will be offering a paperback copy (in the U.S.–if you’re international, I’ll send an ecopy) of Jenna Black’s novel Replica. Check it out below:

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Sixteen-year-old Nadia Lake’s marriage has been arranged with the most powerful family in the Corporate States. She lives a life of privilege even if she has to put up with paparazzi tracking her every move, every detail of her private life tabloid fodder. But her future is assured, as long as she can maintain her flawless public image—no easy feat when your betrothed is a notorious playboy.

Nathaniel Hayes is the heir to the company that pioneered human replication: a technology that every state and every country in the world would kill to have. Except he’s more interested in sneaking around the seedy underbelly of the state formerly known as New York than he is in learning to run his future company or courting his bride-to-be. She’s not exactly his type…not that he can tell anyone that.

But then Nate turns up dead, and Nadia was the last person to see him alive.

When the new Nate wakes up in the replication tanks, he knows he must have died, but with a memory that only reaches to his last memory back-up, he doesn’t know what—or rather, who—killed him.

Together, Nadia and Nate must discover what really happened without revealing the secrets that those who run their world would kill to protect.

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I am also offering a challenge: I would love it if you could come up with a category in which I have not read and enjoyed a book. If you can, I will offer an additional surprise prize. And I’m willing to debate categorization, if you wish. I dare you: stump me! 🙂

So be sure to leave a comment (it’s one of the Rafflecopter entries), then enter the giveaway in the Rafflecopter, and finally, HOP to the rest of the Jumping Genres giveaway entries!

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Guest Post: LEGALLY UNDEAD by Margo Bond Collins

Check out my Top Five Favorite Vampire Films!

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Today, I’m welcoming Margo Bond Collins onto the blog to talk about her top five favourite vampire films. Margo’s novel LEGALLY UNDEAD, book 1 of the Vampirarchy series came out with World Weaver Press on the 27th.

Legally Undead, by Margo Bond Collins, World Weaver Press

A reluctant vampire hunter, stalking New York City as only a scorned bride can. Elle Dupree has her life all figured out: first a wedding, then her Ph.D., then swank faculty parties where she’ll serve wine and cheese and introduce people to her husband the lawyer.

But those plans disintegrate when she walks in on a vampire sucking the blood from her fiancé, Greg. Horrified, she screams and runs—not away from the vampire, but toward it, brandishing a wooden letter opener.

As she slams the improvised stake into the vampire’s heart, a team of black-clad men bursts into the apartment. Turning to face them, Elle realizes Greg’s body is gone—and her perfect life falls…

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Cover Reveal: The Whiskey Prince by Toni Aleo

Take a risk.
Do something drastic.
Fall in love.

When Amberlyn Reilly loses her mother, her whole world comes crashing down. Having been caretaker to her for most of her teenage years, Amberlyn is inexperienced in many aspects of life. She hasn’t had time to live, have fun, or enjoy even the little things. It’s only when a letter from her mother, asking her to fulfill three things, sends her off to Ireland to live a life she never thought possible that she begins to heal.

Declan O’Callaghan was born and raised in Ireland and has his family’s legendary whiskey in his veins. He’s shy and not a fan of the pressure and spotlight that comes with his family name, or the title he was given at birth—the Whiskey Prince. Declan knows just what he wants and that is to take over the family dynasty, but when his father gives him an ultimatum, everything he’s worked for could come undone in the blink of an eye.

With six months to get married, the reclusive Declan spots Amberlyn across a lake and instantly feels the need to know her. Soon, the two find themselves traveling down a path neither expected. However, like any road, there are bumps and side streets to derail them. Can Declan help find the pieces that will make Amberlyn whole again? And will Amberlyn stay or run when she learns of Declan’s deadline of marriage?



Toni Aleo is the author of the Nasvhille Assassins series: Taking ShotsTrying to ScoreEmpty Net, Falling for the Backup, and Blue Lines.
When not rooting for her beloved Nashville Predators, she’s probably going to her husband’s and son’s hockey games and her daughter’s dance competitions, taking pictures, scrapbooking, or reading the latest romance novel.

She lives in the Nashville area with her husband, two children, and a bulldog. Read more about Toni here.

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Bathory Gate Press is Open for Submissions

With the publication of Beyond the Count, Bathory Gate Press is open for submissions!

Bathory Gate publishes both fiction and non-fiction, with the following emphases:

Genre fiction: including science fiction, fantasy, and romance
Non-fiction: specifically popular culture, literary criticism, and history

For more information about the press, please see their website.

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Long before Dracula, vampires stalked the literary scene.

These early literary vampires are sometimes terrifying, at times melodramatic, and occasionally ridiculous, but they are always out for blood—and their vampiric descendants continue to fascinate and captivate us.

Beyond the Count is a collection of vampire stories, plays, and poems from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. This collection gives students, scholars, and vampire aficionados the opportunity to examine works often long out of print and to contextualize the development of vampire legend beyond that most famous of literary Counts.

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Whispering Wishes by Jennifer Miller

Be careful what you wish for…

Normally, Aspen Edwards will do anything for her free-spirited best friend, Mischa, but this feels like a bit much. The plan is simple, all Aspen has to do is write down a few affirmations and recite them during the New Moon. But as skeptical as Aspen is, a promise is a promise. So, she whispers each wish to the universe, pondering the possibilities of “what if.” Who wouldn’t want a promotion at work, a new home, or to become an irresistible sex goddess?

But Aspen’s luck doesn’t change with the wishes, or the wind. Each of her whispered prayers produces disaster. She gets fired. Her car breaks down. She gets kicked out of her house. And of course there is the crap icing on the cake of doom, falling for flirtatious and sexy, Wes, who sees her as nothing more than his “little sis”. It might not be so bad if his house weren’t the only place she had to go.

Unbeknownst to her, the universe has a few tricks up its sleeve, and Aspen’s bad luck streak might just be putting her right where she needs to be!

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Oh hell, this is so not cool, this is going to be torture. All I want to do is touch him. I take

my glass off the table so I have something to do with my hands. What I want to do is trace

his mohawk or the planes of his face with my fingers. All this does is make me even more

aware of him. I mean he’s lying right here on me for God sakes. I feel aches in my body that

aren’t at all appropriate between friends.

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ABOUT JENNIFER MILLER…

Author Jennifer Miller was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois, but now calls Arizona home. Jennifer’s love of reading began when she was a small child, and only continued to grow as she entered adulthood. Ever since winning a writing contest at the young age of nine, when she wrote a book about a girl with a pet unicorn, she’s dreamed of writing a book of her own.

Quickly learning that dreams don’t just fall into your lap, she knew she had to chase them herself and not be afraid to dream a little bigger. Most importantly, she is a wife and mother, and is very lucky to have a family that loves and supports her in all things. She also has an unhealthy addiction to handbags and chocolate covered strawberries, neither of which she cares to change.

My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop ~ Legally Undead

This week’s “My Sexy Saturday” Blog Hop Meme is about those characters who are coming back into their own after having lost love or suffered tragedy or misplaced their confidence–those characters who are finding their sexy again. Each blog post in the hop will have seven words, seven lines, or seven paragraphs on this week’s theme.

Today, I’ve chosen seven words from my urban fantasy, Legally Undead. This novel begins when Elle’s relationship with her fiancé ends dramatically, and she is left to find out what exactly happened . . . and maybe find love again, despite her world unraveling around her, and even in the midst of the monsters she discovers have been hiding in plain sight.

Seven Words:

I sprinkled little kisses across his chest . . .

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A reluctant vampire hunter, stalking New York City as only a scorned bride can.

Elle Dupree has her life all figured out: first a wedding, then her Ph.D., then swank faculty parties where she’ll serve wine and cheese and introduce people to her husband the lawyer.

But those plans disintegrate when she walks in on a vampire draining the blood from her fiancé Greg. Horrified, she screams and runs–not away from the vampire, but toward it, brandishing a wooden letter opener.

As she slams the improvised stake into the vampire’s heart, a team of black-clad men bursts into the apartment. Turning around to face them, Elle discovers that Greg’s body is gone—and her perfect life falls apart.

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Buy Links

Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Legally-Undead-Vampirarchy-Margo-Collins-ebook/dp/B00KKV44BK/

B & N Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/legally-undead-margo-bond-collins/1119607989?ean=2940149615803

Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Legally-Undead-Vampirarchy-Volume-1/dp/0692211497/

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/legally-undead

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About the Author

Margo Bond Collins is the author of a number of novels, including Waking Up Dead, Fairy, Texas, and Legally Undead (forthcoming May 27, 2014). She lives in Texas with her husband, their daughter, and several spoiled pets. She teaches college-level English courses online, though writing fiction is her first love. She enjoys reading urban fantasy and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends most of her free time daydreaming about vampires, ghosts, zombies, werewolves, and other monsters.

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Connect with Margo
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/margobondcollins
Email: MargoBondCollins@gmail.com
Website: http://www.MargoBondCollins.net
Blog: http://www.MargoBondCollins.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MargoBondCollin @MargoBondCollin
Google+: https://plus.google.com/116484555448104519902
Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/vampirarchy
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/MargoBondCollins
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/mbondcollins/

Be sure to add Legally Undead to your Goodreads bookshelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18366353-legally-undead

Cover Reveal: The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane, by Amanda McIntyre

The Dark Seduction of Miss Jane 
By Amanda McIntyre

Blurb: 
A scandalous betrayal sets Miss Jane Goodwin on an unexpected journey to London to pursue her dream of being the first female investigative journalist, but she soon finds herself in a hotbed of murder and controversy. Seduced by the passions of a mysterious lover and stalked by a madman, tensions mount as Jane falls prey to her desires, only to discover a deadly secret that threatens more than just her trust in men.
Inspector Randolph Mansfield is one of Scotland Yard’s elite, battling the dark secrets of his past while trying to solve a rash of grisly murders threatening to mar Queen Victoria’s Jubilee. His respite is the anonymity he finds in the decadence of a private gentleman’s club, until a determined American journalist goes undercover in search of her stalker and he finds the lines between protection and passion blurred. But as tensions heat and her life is threatened, he must choose whether to reveal his true identity at the risk of losing her trust and his career.
Release Date: 
July 11, 2014
Excerpt:

London 1887
“Of course, the Her Majesty is having her Golden Jubilee in
June. They say it’s to be one of the grandest celebrations that London has seen
in some time. There are preparations being made for a parade, a gala ball, and
fireworks, as I understand it.”
“Not if the socialists have anything to say about it,”
Wesley muttered.
The conversation came to an abrupt standstill. From the look
that Isabella darted to her nephew, Jane sensed that she did not appreciate his
interjection.
“What?” He looked back at his aunt. “Shouldn’t she have a
realistic view of what is happening in lovely London town?”
Isabella pointed her finger, prepared to respond when the
carriage came to an abrupt stop, taking with it any semblance of a breeze.
“Probably traffic. I’m sure it’s just a slight delay. We
should be moving soon,” Isabella said, working the fan diligently in front of
her face.
Jane poked her head out of the window, hopeful for a gulp of
air, but curious just the same as to the delay.
“Why don’t I tell you about our writing club while we wait?”
Isabella suggested.
Jane drew in her head, less interested in hearing about the
club than what was preventing their progress in getting there. She dropped her
book and gloves on the seat beside her and gathered her skirts to exit the
carriage. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll just step outside and see what the reason
for our delay is.” The truth of it was that the stifling heat inside the cab
was making her nauseated.
“Watch out, miss,” a gruff voice boomed out of nowhere as
she opened the door. Caught off guard, she missed the step entirely and escaped
total embarrassment of landing on her face thanks to a set of strong arms that
captured her waist. “You should learn to look, young woman, before you step
from a coach.”
Jane steadied her legs, preparing to face her rescuer.
“Excuse me, miss. I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
“But I…” She barely caught a glimpse of him as he turned and
headed at a quick gait up the street. From her view, she noted his hair, badly
in need of attention, was thick, coal black and hung in deep waves over his
collar. His dark brown coat flapped around his long legs in his determined
haste.
“Ah, I see you’ve met our illustrious Inspector Mansfield.”
Wesley hopped from the carriage. Together they watched him disappear around the
corner of a building a few yards ahead. Other curiosity seekers were trotting
toward the same direction.
“Come on.” Intrigued, she grabbed Wesley’s hand.
“Where to, Miss Jane?” He gave her a puzzled look, but kept
up with her stride.
“To wherever he is going. He is the inspector, correct?”
“True, but…”
Jane lifted the hem of her skirt, empowered by the familiar
rush of a reporter’s adrenaline infusing her stamina. She looked over her
shoulder and spoke to Wesley, who lagged a few steps behind. “Then we certainly
don’t want to miss whatever he is so hell-bent to get to.” This is what she
lived for, the drama of everyday life. Perhaps it was the thrill of the
unknown—the chase, as it were. A trait derived no doubt by her adventuresome
parents. They never settled for long between their journeys, always, it seemed,
in a constant state of preparation for their next mission. They loved Jane, of
course, but as she grew older, she began to wonder if her conception had simply
been another grand venture. When they were around, they were larger than life
to her—filled with glorious stories and tales of their journeys. And when they
were gone and her life was divided between boarding school and Aunt Cornelia’s
house, their letters were all that Jane had to cling to in her adolescence.
They had promised that when she was of a proper age, they would take her with
them. But that promise—unfilled—followed them to their graves. Now it was up to
Jane to find her own adventures.
“Miss Jane, it could be dangerous,” Wesley called as they
waded into the crowd beginning to clog the street. He caught up to her, keeping
pace with her tenacity in pushing through the throng.
“Very possibly, but what great story isn’t just a bit
dangerous, I ask you?” She smiled at him with a quick glance as they neared the
top of the hill to follow where the inspector had disappeared.
A rigid wall of uniformed constables formed a barricade at
the end of the street, keeping gawkers from disrupting whatever scene lay
ahead. The crowd pressed close to the human barrier, trying to catch a glimpse
at what was going on.
“They’ve blocked the street.” Wesley craned his neck over
the huddled mass in front of them.
“Do you see any possible way of getting closer?” she asked,
searching for a way through the tightly packed humanity.
“Another body part.”
Jane whirled to see where the whispered comment had come
from, but too many people had crowded around her.
“The second in a few weeks’ time. I hear the inspector has
his hands bloody full. He’s got no way of knowing how to identify the bits.”
Jane was astounded by the whispered rumors. How was it that
such news had not yet made it across the Atlantic? Quiet murmurs followed with
a gasp or two, but no one spoke aloud. Jane struggled, backtracking until she
found Wesley. She grabbed his arm and leaned close. “Did you hear? They say
it’s a body part?” Horror-stricken, she stared at him. “What is going on in
London that you’ve not told me about?”
Wesley’s expression clouded and he looked around, leaning
close so he wouldn’t be overheard. “Be cautious of what you say, Jane. And
don’t jump to conclusions based on hearsay.”
Her gaze narrowed, and so too, her patience. “A good
reporter will verify the rumors, you can be assured, sir.”  Still, she couldn’t say why it perplexed her
that the Hamptons had not even mentioned such macabre goings-on in their
correspondence. “Still, I heard it plain as day. Someone said it was a body
part.”
He tucked his thumbs in his pockets, his lip curling in a
brief smile. “People love to gossip, Jane. The longer you’re here, the more you
will see that London is a great melting pot of many types of people. They
arrive daily, bringing their beliefs, their way of life, with them. Frankly,
not all of them agree with how the queen dictates the government.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered sternly. “Are you saying
that these murders are motivated by”—she waved one hand—“politics?”
“Sshh.” He frowned at her. “The streets have ears.”
Jane sighed and noticed over his shoulder an opening near
the barricade of solemn-faced Bobbies. She surged forward, determined to see
for herself what the city agencies were trying to hide. She heard Wesley
calling her name, but fought through the mob, making her way to the front.
“Miss Goodwin!”
Wesley’s voice carried over the heads of the crowd. She
pressed forward, confident he would catch up. She faced the determined
uniformed officers and pushed up on her toes to catch a glimpse beyond the
broad shoulders of London’s finest. A few yards away, she spotted the
dark-haired inspector. He was kneeling beside an object that he’d hastily
covered with his own coat. Her thoughts raced with how she could get close
enough to speak to him, but even as she considered her options, an ambulance
with the words St. John’s Hospital painted on the side arrived. The drivers,
holding white sheets up to shroud the object from public view, placed it in the
wagon, and carted it away. Within moments of its departure, the congested group
of gawkers began to dissipate as quickly as they’d assembled. Looking weary and
slightly frustrated from his battle with the crowd, Wesley arrived at Jane’s
side.
“Were you able to see anything?” Wesley eyed the inspector
and the men circled around him as he spoke. He appeared to be giving out
instructions.
“No, they’ve shielded something from the crowd.” Jane looked
at Wesley, knowing that whatever it was, seemed very small. Wrapped in the
hospital drape, it had taken only one man to carry it back to the ambulance.
“Has this happened before?
Do they have any leads?”
Wesley hesitated, and then gently took her arm. “We’ll
discuss this in private, Jane. Not here on the street.”
She walked beside him, his arm looped through hers. She
slowed as they passed by the inspector and the small group of men he spoke to,
hoping to overhear some of what was being said. She was so focused on listening
that she didn’t realize until too late the dark eyes of the inspector studying
her. Transfixed, she regarded him and his brooding expression. His firm jaw
looked as though untouched by his morning razor, clenched as his provocative
mouth turned down in a grim frown. His eyes, unwavering, held hers, following
her like a panther watching his prey. Despite the warm temperature, a shiver
skated across her shoulders. Jane forced herself to look away.
About The Author
Amanda McIntyre grew up the daughter of a father who was a distributor for a New York magazine publishing firm, and usually had her nose stuck in the latest issue of Vampirella magazine or a Hitchcock Mystery paperback. She has been called  “a true artist in the writing realm’ and her zest for life inspires her “character-driven” stories. Her passion is to take ordinary people and place them in extraordinary situations. She is a best-selling, multi-genre hybrid author and has received numerous awards and nominations for her work. Amanda is published internationally, in audio, e-book and in print. She currently writes sizzling contemporary cowboy romance and is about to release her first historical erotic thriller.

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