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SummerofLoveSMJune 25 was supposed to be the best day of Jessica Blackstone’s life, but a family accident sends her perfect life into a tailspin. Trying to cope with the tragedy, she retreats to the family beach cottage for some much needed solace.

John Smith has been burnt by love, and is not interested in another relationship, that is, until he meets the beautiful and fragile Jessica. Can these two lost souls find love and heal their fractured hearts?

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Available for Pre-Order: Sanguinary by Margo Bond Collins (expanded and revised)



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.

Against Reese’s advice and best judgment – and he should know, he’s a vampire – Cami is going undercover, determined to solve a series of recent murders and discover a way to overthrow the local Sanguinary government to help win the war for the human race. Reese will not let her be pulled under by a darkness she cannot oppose… his love will not allow it.

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Margo Bond Collins

Margo Bond Collins writes urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She lives in Texas with her 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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Never trust a good kisser…

Yoga teacher LeeAnn Walker has no desire to see the unspoilt beauty of her grandmother’s ranch violated by a greedy oil company. But unless she finds the paperwork confirming she owns the mineral rights, that’s exactlywhat could happen. The worst part? The guy spearheading the whole mess is none other than the hot and sexy stranger LeeAnn just kissed to make her ex jealous.

Jonah Hamilton thought his day was looking up until he found out the gorgeous blonde who kissed the hell out of him is the same stubborn woman he came to town for. And she’s not too happy to find out she might be forced to allow drilling on her land.

But Jonah has a job to do, even if LeeAnn tempts him to turn his professionalism into something much more personal…

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Chapter One

What an ass-hat.

LeeAnn Walker pushed herself up onto her hands and feet, leaning into downward dog until she felt the stretch across the backs of her calves. She tried to concentrate on perfecting the pose in an attempt to push the memory of the previous night’s teary phone call out of her mind.

I can’t believe Darrell cheated on me.

Angie, the instructor, called out directions in a soothing voice. “Push up onto your toes, then slide your torso along the ground and between your arms.”

Pay attention, LeeAnn.

Shifting into cobra, she shook several loose tendrils of blond hair out of her eyes and arched her back enough to glance up at the wall clock.

If we wrap up in the next ten minutes, I should have time to take a quick shower and grab breakfast at the new diner. What’s it called? Wagon Yard? Chuck Wagon? Something like that.

“Back up to down dog,” Angie intoned.

Damn Darrell all the way to hell and back.

The two-timing bastard. I can’t believe he’s marrying someone else.

Time to rein those thoughts back in. Bursting into tears in the middle of yoga class would defeat the purpose of the exercises, right?



There were lots of things about her life that were great.

She had good friends.

Her part-time job working at Cowbelles, her best friend Kylie’s gift shop, covered her immediate expenses.

She was getting better and better as a yoga teacher and had almost finished her instructor’s certification—in only two or three months, she would be able to run any class TexZen offered. Hopefully, the studio would give her a full-time position.

So it doesn’t matter if Darrell Cheating Jerkwad Vincent broke up with me to marry someone else.

I am calm and centered.

Yeah. Right.

Follow Angie’s instructions.

Move. Don’t think.

She closed her eyes and leaned back on her mat, though she certainly wasn’t in the right frame of mind for the meditation session that ended the class.

At the front of the room, Angie crossed her legs lotus style. “Om,” she intoned, holding her thumbs and forefingers together.

LeeAnn blew out a sigh, then crossed her legs and joined the chant.


LeeAnn Walker.

Reaching into the battered leather bag on the seat beside him in his green ’56 Chevy, Jonah Hamilton pulled out a file and flipped through the pages.

He needed to know more.

She wasn’t the first person who’d refused to let Natural Shale Oil and Gas drill on their land. But this was the first time he hadn’t been able to figure out why.

Driving past her ranch this morning and staring over the fence at the property he so desperately needed access to hadn’t given him any new insights, either.

It’s not like she can’t use the money.

The house and main barn seemed sturdy enough, though they needed a coat or two of paint—but the outbuildings were practically falling in on themselves. And looking at the state of the boundary markers made him itch to saddle up and ride the fences.

When he’d spoken to the woman on the phone the first time two months ago, she’d been polite, but firm, in her refusal to meet with him.

By last week she’d been downright hostile, even going so far as to hang up on him midsentence.

But every survey that Natural Shale had done suggested that her land was the perfect place to drill. And as the company’s landman, it was his job to arrange for drilling access.

Jonah Hamilton did not fail. That’s why the company had put him on the job. He always got what he wanted, what the company wanted, in the end, no matter how much the landowner initially protested.

LeeAnn Walker was no different.

Time to do a little research, and then apply some in-person charm.

But first, breakfast.

Grabbing the well-worn Stetson from the passenger seat and settling it on his head, he slid out of the truck and headed into the diner.

As she walked out of the studio, LeeAnn’s stomach rumbled at the smell of bacon frying. Even as she reminded herself that vegetarians shouldn’t crave pork products, she followed the smell around the corner to the diner that had only recently opened.

Wagon Wheel Diner, she read on the sign as she drew nearer. She glanced at her watch.

Half an hour ought to give me enough time to grab breakfast and still open Cowbelles on time. I can stick to pancakes.

Of course, she hadn’t counted on the line of people snaking up to the order counter. She should have known better—anyplace new was bound to be even more crowded than the usual Stockyards District restaurants, and few places served breakfast.

Shifting from one foot to the other, she checked her watch, then froze as a familiar laugh drifted through the restaurant. Her gaze followed the sound back to its origin.

Darrell Jerkwit Cheater Vincent.

Sitting right there at a table with a group of businessmen, as if he had every right to smile and laugh and act as if he weren’t a despicable example of humanity.


Her stomach clenched. It wasn’t like Fort Worth was a small town, even if working in the Stockyards District sometimes made it seem as if it were. She had options. She didn’t have to stick around.

In fact, it would be better if she got out of here before he saw her at all.


She spun on her heel to march out the door and smacked into a muscled wall of masculine chest—then bounced right back off, her arms pinwheeling for a moment, before the toe of her sneaker caught on a chair and she landed flat on her butt on the hard, ceramic tile floor.

As if the impact had knocked it out of her, her next thought about Darrell popped out of her mouth in a breathy whoosh as she landed.

“Man slut.”

“Pardon me?” Although the collision had rocked him back on his boot heels a little, the man she had careened off seemed otherwise unaffected as he held out his hand to help her up.

The guy looming over her reminded LeeAnn of someone, though she couldn’t figure out who.

Maybe an actor or a model? He’s that hot.

Part of her realized that her stare was turning rude, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. And he knew exactly what effect he was having on her—she could see it in the way his deep, dark blue eyes sparkled in amusement. His hair matched his eyes—it was a black so deep that it seemed to have blue highlights.

A cleft chin that movie stars would kill for.

And a muscular chest that a girl could bounce right off.

“Like Superman comics,” she whispered.

“Are you okay?” He leaned in closer and reached out with both hands as if to steady her as she scrambled up.

No ring, she noted. Not that I care.

“I’m fine.” LeeAnn backed away. “Sorry about that.”

Everyone in the Wagon Wheel was staring at her now. Although she wanted to, she didn’t risk looking at Darrell. Bad enough he had dumped her. She couldn’t bear the thought of him watching her as she made a fool out of herself.

The burn of a deep flush crept up her neck, then flashed across her cheeks.

“Excuse me,” she whispered, brushing past the gorgeous man who was now blocking the exit.

“Really, are you okay?” the beautiful man said, once again reaching out as if to touch her shoulder.

She froze for the barest instant, then turned her head just far enough to look into those navy blue eyes.

Almost against her will, her gaze flicked back toward Darrell.

He was watching, but he was far enough away that he almost certainly hadn’t heard their conversation.

And the sneaky, lying, cheating son of a bitch was smirking.

Swinging back around to fully face the man in the doorway, she acted on impulse. She might not know who this amazing, beautiful, Superman-looking guy was, but in that instant, she didn’t care.

Maybe she could, for a moment, show Darrell…something.

This is probably a bad idea.

She ignored the tiny voice in the back of her head.

“Work with me,” she whispered to the man in front of her.

He had only a second for a confused look to flicker across his face before she stood up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, threaded her fingers through the silky hair just brushing the nape of his neck, and pulled him down to kiss her.

It took one interminable heartbeat for him to respond, long enough for LeeAnn to realize that this might have been the worst idea she’d ever had.

Or maybe the second worst idea, right after Darrell.

And then he took over.

Arms banded with muscles circled her waist, crushing her against that unbelievably broad chest. His tongue teased at her lips, and she found herself melting into him for a long, blissful moment.

When he finally pulled away gently, setting her feet back on the ground, she blinked. Slowly, she unwrapped her arms from around his neck, breathless and dazed.

“Let’s skip breakfast,” he said in a suggestive tone, loud enough to be heard through the suddenly silent diner.

“O-okay,” she stammered, following as he tugged her out the door.


About the Author

Margo Bond Collins

Margo Bond Collins writes urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She lives in Texas with her 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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Happy Release Day! Taken Love by Casey Clipper

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Title: Taken Love

Author: Casey Clipper

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: July 21, 2015


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The international bestselling contemporary romance The Love Series comes to a conclusion with Taken Love. Questions will be answered, relationships and lives hang in the balance, and everything you thought you knew about the Murphy family will be turned inside out in the matter of one tragic event.

Smith has worked for the Murphy family for years. A powerful and dangerous organized crime family that rules the Northeast. He spends his days and nights with only one goal, to get through to the next day, watching his boss’s back. A past he avoids at all costs leaves him with a cold, lonely bed and no possibility of future relationships. Until she needs his help. His good conscious won’t allow the young woman to pay for her mother’s indiscretions. One rash decision has him doing the one thing he’s never done in all the years he’s worked for the Murphy family.

Cara O’Hara has lived a hard life. A life altered by her father’s death when she was a young girl. Now she spends her days trying to care for her mother, who’s lost to a world of drugs, alcohol, and sex. Cara has nothing. No friends, relationships, or any semblance of a normal life. But nothing prepares her for the threat that Cara’s mother has now hindered her with. A debt her mother owes but can’t repay. A debt that the collectors decide taking Cara as payment is perfectly acceptable. She unexpectedly finds herself fighting for her life, literally, as she’s dragged from her home and shoved in to the trunk of a car. In that moment, her life is forever changed.

Can Smith help save Cara from the men who will inevitably end up placing her in an early grave? Will Cara’s overwhelming presence distract Smith from the mundane life he’s created for himself? What happens when both their worlds collide on an unexpected and unwelcome course? How does Smith handle his attraction to the beautiful woman whose life he’s devoted to saving? How does Cara deal with a man who’s closed off in every way? And what happens when the men who want Cara seek revenge?

Everyone will pay, including those important figures in the Murphy family.

**Warning: Taken Love consists of some violence and “I knew it!”, “OMG”, and “I hate that man!” moments. This is a contemporary romance, which involves the mob and isn’t always pretty. There is some form of violence in this story (mild compared to other romance novels but still present). If you don’t think that’ll be to your liking, please do not read this novel.

Novels in The Love Series:

Silent Love (Book 1)

Unexpected Love (Book 2)

Dangerous Love (Book 3)

Taken Love (Book 4) – the final installment


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Cara hated herself. Absolutely, positively loathed herself. Why was she unable to keep perspective around Hunter? Why couldn’t she comprehend he wasn’t her boyfriend−current or future−fiancé, husband, or any other form of commitment? She kept sucking herself back into a false relationship. While at the Murphy home, she’d been treated as if she was Hunter’s partner. And she’d lost sight of reality. While the women spent all evening joking around with one another, they talked about their husbands. Smith was included in that mix along with Cara. She bought it hook-line-and-sinker. Watching Courtney with her in-laws and her husband and the entire family dynamic that the close-knit group exhibited made her long to become a part of their world. Until she looked into Hunter’s eyes. She was a fool.

As they road silently back to Hunter’s home, Cara decided it was time to take control of her own life. Trapped for too long as prisoner by everyone else, she was done.

“I need to know what’s going on with the debt my mom owes.” She broke the thick, silent tension in the enclosed space. “I need to visit my mother and see if I can get the information from her. It’s past time I get out of your house, Hunter, and move on.”

They pulled down his street without Hunter responding. When he parked the car in the garage, Cara jumped out and rushed into the house and up to her bedroom without looking back. She didn’t want to talk to Hunter. She just wanted this entire mess over with. She wanted to start a new life. At the age of twenty-eight, she wanted to finally start living her life.

A soft knock on the door was her only warning before it opened. Smith stepped inside the room, his hands shoved into his perfectly tailored suit.

“Why the hell are you always dressed for a business meeting?” she groused, her frustration and anger spilling over.

He blinked, shocked.

“Don’t you own a pair of jeans? Khakis? A fucking T-shirt?” She jumped off the bed. “Always so pristine and crisp. Always so contained. Well, except when you don’t want your space invaded, right? Tell me, Hunter, is there anything not ironed and hanging immaculately in your closet?”

She pushed past him and stormed into his room. Fucking Hunter and his inability to look a mess. Never a hair out of place, not a day with stubble, teeth always brushed.

Cara tossed opened his closet door and sure enough, suits upon suits, all hung in a perfect row as if a department store employee had racked his wardrobe. She yanked one of the dark suits out of the closet and tore it off the hanger and tossed it across the room.

“Oh look, your jacket’s on the floor. Might want to pick that up before it wrinkles.” She grabbed another one and ripped the pants off and tossed them randomly over her shoulder. “Messy, messy suits. Everything’s a mess. Can’t have that.” She opened the drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe. The top drawer, filled with black socks all matched, ended up across the room.

Fury fueled her. Her blood boiled in her veins. She hated Smith and his refined stature. Always poised, always calm. No emotion. Nothing.

“Cara, stop it,” Hunter warned.

She ignored him, her mind a red haze of hatred. Anger consumed her. Anger for all she was going through. For all she’d been through. Irate that no one fought for her, that she couldn’t fight for herself. Furious at her mother, at Hunter, at Mr. Murphy. Hatred that there was absolutely nothing she could do to gain even a nibble at life. She was a victim and prisoner of everyone around her.

Cara continued her assault on Hunter’s clothes. It felt good to rip apart the suits and drawers, tossing everything around the room. It gave her some form of control over him. He couldn’t stop her. He couldn’t control her anger. No one could. Stupid designer suits. Stupid comforting bedroom. Stupid Smith.

Suddenly a strong pair of arms grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her.


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Contemporary Romance Author of The Love Series, Casey Clipper is from Pittsburgh, PA. She’s a noted sports fanatic, chocolate lover (all right, maybe that could be classified more as an addiction), and is slightly obsessed with penguins (I mean, come on, they’re forever dressed in tuxes!). Like you, she’s an avid romance reader and loves to lose herself in a good book. Casey is an active member of the Romance Writers of America, Contemporary Romance Writers, the Three Rivers Romance Writers, Passionate Ink, ASMSG, and IAN.

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Favorite Romance Novels by Catherine E McLean, author Hearts Akilter

My genre is futuristic romance. Oddly enough, it was in 1998 that I discovered that’s the type of story I wrote. Back then, the genre was enjoying an exhilarating heyday.

But at that time, I wrote sci-fi short stories, which were being published, and I was just beginning to work on novels. By the time I had a futuristic romance novel ready to market, reader’s tastes were into paranormal romances (vampires and shapeshifters), not futuristics or sci-fi romances.

Even now, where I see a glint of hope that futuristics are making a comeback, it’s difficult to find futuristic tales that I want to read. Why? Because the authors make it impossible for me to suspend my disbelief that the characters were like real people, in a real setting, contending with a real problem. It’s a case of too much outlandish fantasy and not enough realism.

For both my books KARMA AND MAYHEM and HEARTS AKILTER, the publishers didn’t use the term futuristic for them but marketed them as paranormal, fantasy romance. Which means there must be more readers for those key-word romances than what futuristics would garner. After all, sales are their goal.

As a result of this futuristic quandary, I don’t have a personal list of top ten books. However, I can list the following authors and the stories they wrote (most of them a long time ago) that forever linger in my memory because the characters, plot, and romance touched my heart and mind. These are keepers, books I will reread again and again—

Justine Davis –  Sky Pirate (and the series)

Jayne Ann Krentz –  Shield’s Lady

Elizabeth Moon –  Vatta’s war series

David Webber –  Flight of the Furies (not a romance, but a futuristic)


Oddly enough, every time I go online to a bookstore, I search for stories worth reading that take place in a future time and place and which have a plot and realistic characters that intrigue. I also keep hoping that with the re-issue of the above listed books, new readers discover them and will discover my stories.

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Applicable genres: fantasy/sci-fi romance, romance, humor (lighthearted)


Length: Novella


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Love, vengeance, attempted murder, and a bomb…No reason to panic.

When a medical robot insists he’s having a heart attack, Marlee Evans, a pragmatic maintenance technician, has every reason to panic. There’s a bomb inside him.  Since Marlee can’t risk the bomber discovering she’s found the device, her only option is to kidnap Deacon Black, an unflappable bomb expert, and secretly convince him to disarm it.  Things go slightly awry when Deacon sets a trap for someone who is trying to kill him, and inadvertently captures Marlee instead.  Instantly intrigued by her refreshingly forthright and gutsy attitude, he’s smitten.  Unfortunately for Deacon, Marlee recently hardened her heart and swore off men, especially handsome ones with boy-next-door grins.  But as Marlee and Deacon attempt to identify and prevent the bomber from detonating the device, they discover that love may be the most explosive force of all.


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The bomb. Right. Dismantle the bomb. In this lift? No, that was insane. “Marlene, if the bomb goes off accidentally—”

“It’ll blow the station to kingdom come?”

He nodded.

“Not to worry.”

She said that with such nonchalance that he found himself speechless. He cleared his throat. “Why not? Did you snatch the portable Bomb Disposal Unit, too?”


“What’s better than a BDU?”

“Garbage incinerators.”

“What?” He glanced out into the darkness beyond the lift.

Giant machinery stood silhouetted and veiled in shadows. “Where are we?”

“Deck forty-three, Ring D zero three. Relax. Don’t panic.  They once accidentally incinerated a torpedo in number four, over yonder.”

She pointed to the left. “Nobody heard or felt it explode, and there wasn’t even a drail’s worth of damage done to the incinerator, or anything else.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It happened three years ago. I was there, a deck above.

Never mind.”

Henry manipulated his finger appendage, grabbing and briefly tugging the shirt sleeve of Deacon’s good arm. “Marlee would never lie about anything so important.”

“Does she lie about unimportant things?” He instantly regretted his caustic remark.

“I do not know.” Henry spun sideways, facing Marlee. “Do you lie about unimportant things, Marlee?”

“I have been known to tell a white lie now and then to spare someone’s feelings, but on the whole—” She looked away from Henry.

As her blacker than black eyes met his gaze, Deacon felt pinned to the wall.


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Besides Catherine being a wife and mother, she has ridden and exhibited Morgan Sport Horses. She’s an avid clothing and costume designer, an award-winning amateur photographer, a 4-H leader, and a Red Hatter who loves bling.

She lives on a farm nestled in the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains of Western Pennsylvania. In the quiet of the countryside, she writes fantasy, futuristic, and paranormal stories where a reader can escape to other worlds for adventure and romance.

Her short stories have appeared in hard-copy and online anthologies and magazines. Besides having two novels published, soon to be released is her lighthearted fantasy/sci-fi romance HEARTS AKILTER. Catherine also gives writing workshops, both online and in-person. A schedule is posted at

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Writing Playlist for Krista Ames, Author of Morgan’s Mountain, + Giveaway

Happy Book Birthday to 
Morgan’s Mountain!

Morgan’s Mountain 
A Montana Series Novella
Author:  Krista Ames
Publisher:  Roane Publishing
Release Date:  July 13, 2015
Keywords:  Romance, Western, Contemporary, Series, Novella
On the proverbial run from another failed relationship, Morgan finds herself in the one place she always found solace. With every intention of being alone, she’s surprised when she comes across the one person she never expected.Luke would go to the ends of the earth to figure out why Morgan ran away five years ago and make things right with her. However, a dangerous trek up the mountains to her family’s cabin might not have been the smartest choice. To say she was happy to see him would be a huge lie.  Having to rescue him, mortifying for Luke.

Toss a kidnapper into the mix and their feelings for each other are brought into perspective, revealing parts of themselves they never thought would come to light.

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First of all, thanks so much for having me on your blog today !!

Mine is probably not the typical playlist because I don’t listen to music when I write.  I also don’t have different lists specific to each piece I write.

My little niche as I guess we can call it, is movies.  When I need to be in the zone, I put in a dvd.  I don’t always watch the movies, in fact I hardly ever watch anymore, but they are familiar background noise and great inspiration. They just give me the feeling I need to put me in the zone to write.

Where I sit to do my writing and other work is at the dining room table which is in an open area connected to my living room and kitchen.  The TV is directly in front of where I sit (I do that on purpose).  Now I actually have two different playlists I usually stick with depending on my mood for the day.  I do mushy romanticy happy-ending movies most of the time which is a good background because I write romance.  My second playlist is the mix genre of horror/thriller/slasher/mystery & paranormal type movies.  I like scary movies almost as much as romance movies.  My only wish is, the more of the other genres I use as background noise, the easier it might be for me to write them J someday


Without further ado…


Romance Movie Inspiration list

Listed in no particular order, and I don’t watch them in any order either


Pride & Prejudice

(The version with Kiera Knightly – just happens to be my favorite movie and

sometimes I do end up watching instead of it being background noise J)

The Proposal  (Which is tied as my favorite, I LOVE  Ryan Reynolds)

Sweet Home Alabama  (Love  Josh Lucas)

The Wedding Date (Love Dermot Mulroney)

The Lake House (Do like Keanu and Sandra as a couple)

Pitch Perfect

(A new favorite and when I do stop to watch it, I love the end)

50 Shades of Grey

(Another new favorite that just got added to the list)

P.S. I Love You (Even though I cry)

Simply Irresistible

While You Were Sleeping (I like a lot of Sandra Bullock movies)


Mixed Genre movies

This list could go on and on…I feel bad leaving so many good ones out


My Soul to Take

Van Helsing

The Underworld series

The Scream Movies

The Paranormal Activity Movies

Die Hard Movies

(Bruce Willis is a favorite)


(Or almost any Mel Gibson movie)

National Treasure movies

Hocus Pocus, Practical Magic

(Any witchy movie J)


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Spotlight On: Archangel’s Desire by Karen Swart

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Title: Archangel’s Desire
Series: Archangels’ Series # 1
Author: Karen Swart
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Audience: 18 +
Formats: E-book and Paperback
Publisher: Karen Swart
Cover By: Janine Fourie
Editor: Jasmin Petricola (Blue Butterfly Editing)
Published Date: April 30, 2015

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Raven Black is no martyr, but she has a secret she deems worth protecting. Placed into the care of Zadkiel, the Archangel of Mercy, Raven Black tries with all her might and main to hide her deadly secret. It’s difficult to know who to trust or who to confide in, but Raven knows she’s unwilling to be exploited to get the Archangels’ greatest enemy. She seals her lips, refusing to speak and enduring the ensuing torture in silence.

After centuries of nothing but duty, Zadkiel is tormented by the hellhound Raven. The closer he gets to her, the more he discovers about this lethal beauty. With each passing moment an uncontrollable desire is awakened, and with it an ancient evil is provoked.

When he discovers her secret, Zadkiel must choose between all of mankind and the woman he has come to love. Can he save her in time, or will his failure bring forth the end of days?
He would awaken a desire that would burn through hell.

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As Raven faded away, I turn to look at Chax. Although Chax was our leader, his short temper always seemed to doom a situation. His green eyes pierced mine as he regained his footing and pulled out his sword.

“There are more ways to deal with something than just force, Chax.” I smirked at him.

“Agreed, but not in Raven’s case.” Chax brought his sword in front of him, determined to get the weapon he needed to bring down Lucifer.

“She is still a fallen, and in my care. I will not let her be harmed in any way.” I stepped a little to the left, bringing my body to a perfect counter position.

“So, you choose her side rather than our cause?” Chax accused me.

“Please, I am not one of your little fallen apprentices. I chose the right path, the one without hurting an innocent girl.” I steadied the weight of my body on the balls of my feet, and secured my position.

“I migh-“ Chax was cut off by something crashing through my office wall.

“Where is she? Where is that hellhound?” an even more intoxicated Camael yelled while trying to stay upright.

“You have got to be kidding me!” At the sound of Chax’s pained words, my eyes flew in his direction, and I lifted my eyebrows at his statement.

He blushed a little. “Too much time with my mate,” he replied.

“I see,” I replied and caught Camael before his face ended up in my chair.

“What the hell are you doing, Camael?!” Chax replaced his sword and grabbed Camael on the other side.

“That hellhound needs a lesson in respect.” Camael’s words slurred with his heavy tongue.
“He needs to be healed, Chax. Is there no one who can help?” I was worried for my old friend; he was not doing well at all.

“No, not even the visits in heaven seem to be helping, although I might have an idea we can test.” Chax grabbed Camael on the shoulder and forced him to sit down. His head hung backwards as his dark eyes looked up and tried to focus on us.

“If it might work, we need to try it. He is unable to fulfill his duties in this state.” A bitter taste was left in my mouth. I didn’t like what I was seeing at all.

“What about Raven?” Chax asked.

“I will find her, and I will let her take me to him. The moment I have him in sight, I will notify all of you.” My eyes drifted to Chax.

“And you think that you will be able to persuade her to help us trap him?” Chax frowned.
“Yes, but she will not know that she is doing it. I will steer her the way we need her to go.” Chax nodded and grabbed hold of Camael.

“Do that then, but if you fail, it will be my way, Zadkiel.” He shifted out, taking Camael with him.

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