Happy Release Day! Never Say Never, by Emily Goodwin

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Title: Never Say Never

Author: Emily Goodwin

Genre: Full length, stand-alone contemporary romance

Release Date: September 28, 2015

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Blurb

My life was full of nevers.

It was never supposed to go this way. I was never supposed to lose Mom so soon. I was never supposed to worry about making ends meet, to worry about losing the farm. I never thought I’d be working a job I hate, with a boss who was more interested in what was under my shirt than in my head. Saving neglected and abused horses had been my whole life. It was my reprieve, my sanity, my last saving grace in a cruel world. I never thought I’d grow to resent it, but I guess there is a first for everything.

Then I met him.

The Hollywood playboy. The entitled, cocky asshole that I can’t get out of my head. I never thought there could be more to him than sex appeal and an infamous reputation of loving and leaving. I never thought I’d fall for him, put my heart on the line, and risk letting him completely destroy me.

But you know what they tell you…never say never.

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Excerpt

A tear rolls down her cheek and she bites her lip, trying not to cry. Then her face breaks and her shoulders slump forward. I stand there, shaking, terrified of the raw emotion. My heart breaks for her and I rush forward, wrapping her in my arms as she sobs. It’s beautiful and it’s tragic, and in that moment, I’ve never felt anything more real.

The pain. The sorrow. Her loss. The darkness I try to hard to keep out, that I fight tooth and nail but can never fully avoid. I hold her and feel it all. It swarms around me, filling me, hurting me, opening my eyes. I realize everything I’ve done to desperately hold it together slowly chipped away at me until there was nothing left, nothing but a shell of a man with an empty heart that I never though was capable of feeling anything but hurt. A heart I thought was never worthy of a second chance, was never capable of redemption.

It’s then that I realize I never, ever want to let her go.

And it’s crazy, because I don’t know her—really know her—but there is something so intimate about holding someone as they cry. It exposes so much, and you can’t hold back as the tears fall and the sadness comes out in waves. I feel my own eyes mist over. I close them and cradle Haley close to me.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” I tell her. “I promise you that.”

“Look at me,” she repeats. “Have you ever had a date end this way?”

“Our date didn’t even start,” I say. “And hey, you didn’t go crazy and shave your head, so I say you’re doing all right.”

She laughs, and her arms slowly wrap around me. Something inside me relaxes. I sit and pull her onto my lap and we stay there in silence for a few minutes. Gently, I push her hair out of her face. “Want that drink now?” She laughs again and nods.

“I need that drink now.” She stands up and wipes her eyes, smearing her makeup across her cheeks. “And really, I won’t hold it against you or call the tabloids on you if you drop me off at home and call it a night.”

Tabloids? The word is jarring. For a few minutes I was the real Aiden again…and I didn’t mind. “It’s up to you, Haley. I’m not mad or upset, so don’t worry. I don’t like seeing you sad, and if you’d like, I want to try and cheer you up.”

“I’d like that.”

I stand and drape my arm around her. “Are you hungry? I can go get the food.”

“I am. And thanks, Aiden. I…I don’t know.”

“What?” I probe.

“I’m surprised by your kindness.”

“Ouch,” I say with a chuckle. “Thanks?”

She smiles and takes a step toward the restaurant. “Hey, you can’t really blame me, can you?”

I can’t, because I’ve fooled the world—and at times, myself—about who I really am. The partying, the women, the excessive spending, and run-ins with the American law…okay, so maybe I had a reputation. “No, I can’t. But I’m glad I surprised you.”

 

About the Author

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Emily Goodwin is the author of the twice banned dark romance, STAY, as well as over a dozen other titles. Emily writes all types of romance, from love stories set in the zombie apocalypse to contemporary romances taking place on a western horse ranch. Emily lives in Indiana with her husband, children, and many pets, including a German Shepherd named Vader. When she isn’t writing, Emily can be found riding her horses, designing and making costumes, and sitting outside with a good book.

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Mystic Mayhem, by Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens

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Mystic Mayhem
A Mystic Isle Mystery
Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens
Humorous Cozy Mystery – Gemma Halliday Publishing
Melanie Hamilton is
not your average artist. She brings home the bacon by inking tattoos at New
Orleans’s Mansion at Mystic Isle, a resort in the middle of the bayou that
caters to fans of the peculiar and paranormal, but her true passion comes alive
when she volunteers restoring Katrina-ravaged landmarks. Between her day job,
her restoration work, and selling her paintings in Jackson Square, Mel’s life
is more hectic than Bourbon Street on Fat Tuesday. But when a guest of the
resort, a millionaire’s widow, is poisoned, and Melanie’s close friend is
arrested for the murder, things go from hectic to downright dangerous.
Mel joins forces with the resort’s delish manager, Jack Stockton, to prove her
friend’s innocence. Soon they find themselves dealing with séances, secret
passages, the ghost of the millionaire himself, gators, swamp rats, and a
sinister killer who proves that not everything is what it seems in the
Louisiana bayou.Come on along, and get your creep on.

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The Inspiration
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The Magic Castle in the hills above Hollywood
Boulevard is the headquarters and private clubhouse for the Academy of Magical
Arts, Inc., a worldwide organization devoted to the art of magic. Its
membership consists of magicians as well as those who just love magic. If you
ever have the chance to go there, DO. It’s mysterious, haunting, spellbinding,
and a little creepy.
The Magic Castle was the inspiration for
Mystic Isle Mysteries, our new series debuting September 15th from Gemma
Halliday Publishing. Our series takes place in the bayou near New Orleans,
Louisiana on Mystic Isle where The Mansion at Mystic Isle is now open and
taking guests. It’s a place similar to the Magic Castle only Mystic Isle is
dedicated to all that’s magical and paranormal. Its guests experience the
skills of magicians, mediums, fortunetellers, astrologers, and much more. Of
course, none of it is real—or is it?
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The Mansion at Mystic
Isle was where Cat and I worked. Located in Jefferson Parish across the
Mississippi from New Orleans at the edge of a bayou, the main building was an
old plantation house set among cypress trees and expansive green lawns. It had
been handed down through the Villars family for centuries. Not all that long
ago, Harry Villars, the down-on-his-luck, but no less genteel and stylish owner,
had the brilliant idea to turn his liability into an asset by repurposing the
place into a resort where folks dedicated to the supernatural and all kinds of
magic could come and get their creep on.
The Mansion was
decorated like the haunted house we’ve all seen at that theme park—you know the
one. Ours was similar—creepy organ music when you crossed the threshold, drafty
hallways, creaky doors, secret passages, even fake cobwebs. The whole shebang, chere. Harry Villars sank every cent he
had into it and crossed his fingers that the place would raise him to the ranks
of the solvent—then he hired all of us, a complete cast of soothsayers and
charlatans, to convince hotel guests the supernatural stuff that went on at The
Mansion was the real deal. But just between you, me, and the gators, it’s not.
About the Authors:
Sally J. Smith and Jean Steffens, are partners in
crime—crime writing, that is. They live in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona,
awesome for eight months out of the year, an inferno the other four. They write
bloody murder, flirty romance, and wicked humor all in one package.
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Mermaids, Men, and Monsters

In Homer’s Odyssey, the enchantress Circe gives Odysseus the following advice about the sirens he must pass on his ocean journey home:

First you will come to the Sirens who enchant all who come near them. If any one unwarily draws in too close and hears the singing of the Sirens, his wife and children will never welcome him home again, for they sit in a green field and warble him to death with the sweetness of their song. There is a great heap of dead men’s bones lying all around, with the flesh still rotting off them. Therefore pass these Sirens by, and stop your men’s ears with wax that none of them may hear; but if you like you can listen yourself, for you may get the men to bind you as you stand upright on a cross-piece half way up the mast, and they must lash the rope’s ends to the mast itself, that you may have the pleasure of listening. If you beg and pray the men to unloose you, then they must bind you faster.
Originally, the sirens were depicted as winged creatures who lived on land (“in a green field”)—but eventually, they were conflated with the myth of the mermaid, the half-woman, half-fish sea  creatures, also depicted as seducing sailors into the ocean and then dragging the hapless men to their watery deaths.

In recent years, science has attempted to explain away mermaid myths, generally claiming that the sightings must be of other sea creatures. Most often, mermaid sightings are explained as actually being sightings of manatees, dugongs, or even seals, distorted by distance or water.

Despite these explanations, people continue to be fascinated by mermaids. In her article “The Monstrous Caribbean” from The Ashgate Book of Monsters and the Monstrous, Persephone Braham suggests that “Mermaids represented the seductive but atavistic internal ‘other,’ which could, perhaps, be domesticated” (36)—but the continual interest in mermaids suggests that we prefer these primal monsters remain wild, unconstrained by modern explanations.

In “Rejecting and Embracing the Monstrous in Ancient Greece and Rome,” D. Felton argues that “The Greek myths repeatedly present monsters being conquered by gods and men; the forces of order, reason, civilization, and patriarchy inevitably prevail in Greek thought” (104). Sirens and mermaids, though, ultimately suggest that some monsters can’t be tamed.

In Siren’s Kiss, Clay attempts to explain away his first sighting of Skyla:
If I hadn’t been staring at the tiny island so intently, I wouldn’t have seen her. As it was, a ripple of the water in the moonlight caught my attention first, then the quiet splash of a fish jumping—the same sound I’d heard on the Texas coast probably hundreds of times in my life.
In the next moment, though, a fin flipped up, fracturing the moonlight into a thousand dark droplets before slapping down flat against the water. A few feet away, a sleek head emerged from the sea before disappearing again, and I leaned forward, blinking and peering into the darkness.
A seal, maybe? Were there seals in the Mediterranean? I listened carefully for the distinctive bark, but heard nothing other than the traffic passing above.
There it was again. Small, rounded—and I could almost make out a face.
Was a person swimming out there?


Her kiss might save the world . . .Unless his kiss kills her first.
It’s been almost two thousand years since the mer-shifter Skyla walked the streets of Athens—not since her heart was broken by a human man and she exchanged the land and sky for the ocean depths. Ever since, she has lived in the underwater ruins of Atlantis, studying with the priestesses of the goddess Amphitrite, refining her mermaid powers and ignoring her human half.
But her studies are interrupted when she is called upon by Poseidon himself to investigate rumors that the world above is being polluted by the magic of creatures from another realm—and worse, that the ocean kingdom of the mer-people might be next.
When her arrival in modern-day Greece lead her to an American detective, Skyla realizes that the magical problem she’s been sent to research is bigger than she anticipated—and that one human’s kisses might be more dangerous to her, and her world, than she ever could have imagined.
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Margo Bond Collins is the author of 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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Opposing the Cowboy ~ Sexy Today ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS111

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Welcome to this week’s My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop, where authors share snippets of their sexy best!  Be sure to check out the excerpt from Opposing the Cowboy, below, and then hop to check out the rest of the participating blogs!

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“Exactly how much of a date do you think we need this to be?” Jonah’s lips brushing across her earlobe as he whispered startled a gasp out of her—and even better, distracted her from looking for Darrell.

“Um…maybe we should go.” Accepting Jonah’s suggestion might end up being more than she had bargained for.

“Or maybe we should show him what he’s missing.” With one smooth motion, Jonah lifted her half into his lap so that her back rested against his broad, strong chest. Brushing her ponytail out of his way, he ran his mouth across the nape of her neck—a light, shivery touch that wiped all other thought from her mind.

A tremor ran through him as he sat back in the seat, pulling her even closer. He might be pretending to be her date, but LeeAnn could feel the very real evidence of his arousal against her thigh.

I shouldn’t encourage him. He’s only in town because he wants to find a way to allow an oil company to tear up the land I love.

But it might be worth any trouble later if it gave her jerk ex even a moment of dismay to see her with someone else.

A wicked smile flashed across her face. “Okay. For show,” she said, then turned in his arms to kiss him.


 

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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 exactly what 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…

 

About the Author

MargoBondCollinsMargo 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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Spotlight On: Black Apocalypse, by Sasha Hibbs

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Black Apocalypse

The Vulcan Legacies, 4

Sasha Hibbs

51,000 words

YA Paranormal Romance

Evernight Teen Publishing

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Resurrected from the dead, Michael Blackwell is enraged and heartbroken to find Ally—the girl he loved—in the arms of the very man that killed him as a human. In Michael’s eyes, Ally’s betrayal is absolute. But there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the man who killed Michael, and even more with the girl he thought he knew. 

Black Apocalypse is a journey full of heartache and redemption where the past weaves an uncertain future. Can Michael forgive Ally for her betrayal? Can Ally finally embrace who she is destined to become to save them both? 

Who is the elusive Seraph, Laurel? Who was the Devourer before his colossal fall from grace? What decisions did they make together that altered the course of history? Shocking revelations, prophecies fulfilled, a war where not everyone will make it out alive…the final installment in the Vulcan Legacies will leave you breathless. 

14+ due to adult situations

 

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Excerpt:

He glanced at her silhouette. She stood beside him quietly, a tear streaking her pale face, one silver line visible against the cold wintery night.

“Will you dance with me?” Abaddon said, turning her back to face him.

Ally spoke with her body. She shivered as she turned to him, reaching out and lacing her fingers through his.

Abaddon responded by pulling her close against him, removing his hands from hers so he could wrap them around her, holding her tight and praying for the courage to see his task through.

The Seraph told him, told him what he must do. In his broken mind, the pieces lay jagged and strewn, but he was putting them together, regaining the memories he’d lost through the blinding rage of his illusion.

But Ally was real. He was holding her in his arms, and she came to him with trust, with patience, while he tried to regain the memories from his human life, ones that would guide him on the path he was supposed to be on now.

But as he held her in his arms, she felt so fragile, so breakable. He could hear the soft thrumming of her heart. The beat was uneven, a rhythm that reminded him of the last remnants of life.

Ally was dying. She was his soulmate and the beat of her heart gave him all the courage he needed. He wasn’t going to kill her. He was going to save her.

Abaddon slowly broke away from her, keeping her at arm’s length. Her light was dimming, but there was the faintest glimmer in her eyes that held hope for him. She would be strong enough to endure what he was getting ready to do to her. She had to be.

Abaddon brought his wrist up to his mouth, extended his canines and pierced his flesh. As blood rushed up to the surface, he gazed into her eyes.

He parted his lips, ready to speak, to tell her it would be okay, but was silenced by Ally resting a single finger against his lips.

“Shh,” Ally whispered.

Her gaze told him that she knew what was happening. She wouldn’t fight him. He could see that she would trust him, blindly put all her faith in him, was truly ready to walk down an unknown path with him.

He watched in awe as she circled her cold fingers around his wrist and brought it up to her lips. She locked gazes with him and he could feel her taking his essence into him. She ended by gently kissing his wrist where the wound was. She swept her hair to one side, exposing her neck up at him.

Abaddon felt a warm tear run down his cheek.

“It’s okay, Michael,” Ally said, her voice so little. “I’m ready.”

He unfurled his wings, pulled her against him tightly, lowered his lips to hers, and in his mind he whispered the words from a song, a song from a long time ago that meant so much to him then and even more to him now.

“I’ve waited such a long time for you,” he said. He softly caressed her lips with his, savoring the feel of her against him, the kiss he’d waited a lifetime and beyond for.

He raised his gaze back to hers, brushing a wisp of hair away from her eyes, cupping her face. “A lifetime,” he said, as he brushed soft kisses along her temple, her cheek, her jawline, back to her trembling lips. Thinking back to that night long ago, he lived the words of that song, held nothing back for what he felt for her.

Abaddon could see the tears standing in her eyes. He kissed them away, their salt lingering on his lips. He drew her closer into him so that he could feel she was real, she was in his arms, her life in his hands.

And through her tears, he could see the relief, he could see the hope, he could see her love staring back at him. His heart hammered in his chest, that muscle giving way to a new life, a life that only love could give.

He brushed his lips against hers again and again, whispering those lyrics so appropriate for them, for their life, their death, their love against a world that, like her essence, was fading fast. “You’ll always be mine.”

With shaky hands, Abaddon pulled her down to the ground with him. Cradling her in his lap, he grazed his canines against her throat. “I need you,” Abaddon whispered, as Ally laced her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to her vein. She arched her back, pressed up against him, encouraged him to drink from her, to take her to where he’d been.

Abaddon exhaled against her skin. With one hand holding her head and the other pressed firmly into the small of her back, he pierced her, sunk his teeth into the soft flesh at her neck. He took her into him, her blood coursing through him, sating a hunger for far more than sustenance. In her blood was the story of their life, the answers he sought, the lyrics to their own song.

Abaddon could feel the life slowly fade from her, could hear her heartbeat slow. Removing his canines, he drew back from her. Her head lolled to the side, her pupils beginning to fix. He brought her lips back to his, kissed her gently.

As Ally’s last breath escaped her body, Abaddon clutched her tightly to his chest, a crimson tear falling against her, he whispered into her ear, “Hurry back to me.”

 

About the Author:

By age 5, Sasha Hibbs’ favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with her.  

With a love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins, it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.

When not working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next beach trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate mocha than she should.  

Sasha lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two daughters, Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on her next novel.

 

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Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop: Sanguinary, by Margo Bond Collins (A Night Shift Novel)

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Welcome to the Paranormal Love Wednesdays Blog Hop! This hop is for writers to share their works–either published or in progress–and their love of all things paranormal! So check out the excerpt from my book Sanguinary below, then HOP to the rest of the entries for some great new reads!

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Detective Cami Davis and her sexy, cowboy-turned-vampire informant are all that’s standing between humanity and monsters who would rule the world—and all that’s standing between them having a torrid love affair is the fact that he’s an enemy of humanity.

THROUGH DARKEST TEMPTATION

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. She didn’t know then what she knows now: A silent war rages between humans and their supposedly pacified predators, and the vampires are winning. With the clock running out on her kind, Cami will do whatever she must to defeat the “Sanguinary.”

Enter Reese Fulton, a disaffected ex-cop and a vampire. She can’t exactly trust him, but with his cowboy boots and good-ole-boy drawl he’s the perfect beard for Cami’s fledgling undercover operation. Yet playing Reese’s Claimed—a vampire’s personal bloodgiver—isn’t as straightforward as she was led to believe. His bite is as enthralling as his dimpled smile, and soon Cami is wondering which will pose more of a challenge: subduing the enemies of humanity…or her own desire.

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“Are you looking, Garrett?” the small one asked.

“Maybe.” He smiled at her, his voice playful. My stomach curdled at the intimacy I heard there—and at the realization that my partner hadn’t fully briefed me on what to expect tonight.

“Your friend doesn’t like it when you flirt,” the taller one said.

I glared at her. Vampires should not know more about me than I do.

“I’ll have to see that she gets over it,” a voice drawled from behind me. I whipped my head around in time to see a man standing up from a barstool behind me. I hadn’t even noticed he was there.

God knows how I could have missed him.

He wore jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt. He had on dark brown cowboy boots, and as he turned away from the bar, he picked up a black felt cowboy hat from the seat next to him, placing it on his head. On anyone else, I might have assumed that the hats and boots were an affectation. On him, they looked perfect. He was utterly beautiful, with bright green eyes and dark hair that curled down to barely brush the back of his collar.

I am undercover, I reminded myself sternly. Here to do a job.

When Garrett caught my gaze in his, flicking his glance toward the cowboy vamp, it was all I could do to keep from sighing aloud.

Would it have killed my partner to be a little more descriptive when he briefed me?

Of course that was the vampire cowboy I had to get close to tonight.

No making eyes at the informants, Cami.

But damn, he was hot.

“Nice scars.” His gaze skimmed along my bared shoulder.

“Thanks,” I said, almost breathless.

And I am absolutely not attracted to vampires.

I could keep telling myself that.

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MargoBondCollins 

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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