Sunday, December 14, 2014

Author Spotlight: Christmas with the Black Sheep by Natalie-Nicole Bates



http://www.natalienicolebates.com




Blurb:

http://www.amazon.com/Christmas-Black-Sheep-Natalie-Nicole-Bates-ebook/dp/B00PSYBJVM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418506371&sr=8-1&keywords=Christmas+with+the+Black+Sheep
It’s Christmas time, and Eriah Jameson has returned home to restart his family’s business. Due to his wild child past, no one is friendly or welcoming to Barrow Haven’s black sheep.

Aylin Myers lost her job when Eriah’s father took ill. She knows Eriah needs her help getting his business up and running again, but she doesn’t trust him. If he fails, she knows it will dishonor his father’s memory. And Aylin knows that at Christmas, it’s the right thing to help your fellow man—no matter how wretched he might be.

As Aylin gets to know Eriah, she sees a side of him Barrow Haven never saw. That perhaps the black sheep has changed for the better. Still, can she be sure this side of Eriah is real, and not just a facade he’s perfected over time to get his own way?



Excerpt:

Chapter One

It wasn’t as though she had any place better to be during the Christmas holidays.
Aylin Myers enjoyed her quiet existence in her own little world, pouring candles and crafting perfumed oils from the privacy of her own home. But the need for an automobile forced her out into the cold.
Her little business exploded overnight, and she desperately needed a car to make deliveries to bespoke little shops all around, and outside of the city.
     The yearly Barrow Haven Christmas Market attracted thousands of eager, last-minute holiday shoppers over one day. It was the perfect way to make a few quick dollars. Combined with the money she’d saved, buying a used car that would get her from place to place, was now within reach—If her handcrafted candles and perfume were a hit with the shoppers.
     With perfume titles like ‘Funeral Flowers’ and ‘Garden of Graves,’ her dark wares might scare off the happy holiday crowds looking for cheap, handmade, feel-good gifts for their friends, work acquaintances, and of course, their loved ones.
     The December weather was extremely wicked this year. Standing with only the shelter of an open market stall, on an early Saturday morning, caused Aylin to once again in her mind justify being outside in below freezing temperatures.
    
     She’d arrived early, and made the stall as festive as possible, to attract potential buyers. She wound strings of brightly-colored fairy lights around the support poles of the shelter, and hung a pine wreath decorated with antique glass baubles. She bought bunches of fresh mistletoe and holly berries from a vendor, and hung it from the support beams.
     Carefully, she laid out her assortment of candles. Some from Victorian era molds, she procured by scavenging antique stores, flea markets, and garage sales. She took the inspiration for the names for her  gothic scented perfumed oils from her experiences working as a cleaner at a local funeral home, for several years after her sixteenth birthday. Unfortunately, the funeral home went out of business when the owner took ill, and subsequently passed away. It was then she created Aylin’s Dark Desires.
     Behind her, she displayed her treasured antique photograph collection of daguerreotypes, ambrotypes, and cabinet cards. The collection encompassed the time from the Civil War era until early twentieth century. Several of the photos depicted homes and businesses in Barrow Haven. Maybe the Christmas shoppers might appreciate a little hometown nostalgia.
     By ten that morning, the market was alive with holiday shoppers. Christmas carols blared over a loudspeaker, and snowflakes filled the air. To her delight, business was brisk, and by lunchtime, she’d sold half her stock. By two, she was nearly depleted, and ready to call it a day. She began to pack up two broken candles she could melt down to make new ones at a later date.
     “Don’t I know you?”
      Aylin looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar masculine voice.
     The black sheep of Barrow Haven was back in town.


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Author Bio:

Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author.

Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia.

She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos.


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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Author Spotlight: Fire and Ice, Season of the Vampire 1 by Maya DeLeina



http://www.mayadeleina.net




Blurb:

http://www.amazon.com/Fire-Ice-Seasons-Vampire-I-ebook/dp/B00NZLOP2U/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1412137835&sr=8-5&keywords=maya+deleina

Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.


A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson 
James peaks her curiosity—his valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.


For three days and nights, passions are unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks, Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that leaves her questioning her sanity.


Fast forward years later and Noel is in the southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever anticipated.


In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s ecstasy resurrects.


And so does the Vampire.


"In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.”  


-Albert Camus

Excerpt:


“You don’t know me, Noel. I may look like something you’re used to, but on the inside, I-I am not a man—”

She lifted her head and sensually kissed his chin, breaking him in mid-sentence. “I know you can’t offer me anything past this. I get it. But you are a man and I want you.” She tilted her crotch upwards and spread her legs wider, giving him more access to her pussy that was wet and ready. She circled her hips slowly, rubbing her moist and swollen lips against his long, hard shaft.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered with an ache of torment in his voice. He buried his face into her neck. “You just don’t get it.”  He sucked on her flesh right where her neck met her shoulder.

“Oh!” Her eyes rolled back in her head. She shut her eyes tight, concentrating on the sensation he stirred in her body.

Most women say it’s their nipples, but for her, the most sensitive part on her body lie at the crook of her neck. A treasure-trove full of pleasure nerves, her neck proved her undoing. If a man kissed her at the right spot, with the correct amount of pressure, she could be sent over the edge. And with his performance, Grayson delivered her right to the gates of heaven.

“I can come with you just worshiping my neck,” she whispered seductively in his ear.

He continued devouring her flesh. He caught her muscle in his teeth and bit down.

“Jesus!” she yelped in surprise.

A burst of iciness shot through her muscles. The burn traveled all through her shoulders, down to her fingers. Another trail went into action, extending up past her neck and wrapping around her skull like a glove.

No pain existed.

A new sensation emerged.

The cold turned to heat, soothing her down to her bones. All the tension she held in her neck and shoulders since the accident faded.

And then that unmistakable feeling rolled in.

“I’m gonna come!”

She hadn’t a clue what he was doing or why he obsessed with kissing her neck.

She simply said a silent thank you for whatever magic spell he performed on her.  

He remained planted at her neck while his hand positioned his cock at her opening. She continued riding the waves of pleasure when he entered her. He released her neck and focused his eyes on her body. Hunger burned in his stare.

“Take me,” she begged.

He huffed and wrapped his hands around her waist. He kneeled back and tilted her pelvis up as he thrust into her.

She gasped at the angle of his entry.

He speared her with his luscious cock over and over again, slow in his rhythm, but steady and deep in his penetration. He fit snuggly inside of her, stretching her just to a point that transformed the woman inside of her to an animal. “Yes, do everything to me. I’m all yours.”

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About Maya DeLeina:


Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author  with Siren , Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing.  Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.
Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her vampires to life, all of her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn's music video "Blessing Moon".


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Website- http://www.mayadeleina.net/
YouTube Channel- https://www.youtube.com/user/mayadeleina
Twitter- https://twitter.com/vampauthormaya
Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/maya.deleina
Fan Page Facebook-https://www.facebook.com/EroticVampireAuthor
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Monday, November 17, 2014

Author Spotlight with Tara Fox Hall!

http://www.tarafoxhall.com

Blurb:

Tara Fox Hall’s writing career began in the pages of a small print magazine, Catnip Blossoms!, that a friend, Harald Moore, put out to promote his catnip farm in Johnsonville, New York. One short non-fiction article followed another, detailing her adventures saving wildlife, her experiences living on an acreage, and more than a few humorous recountings detailing the antics of her wacky pets. Written to delight, fascinate, and move readers, her simple but enchanting stories of country life quickly found a following. Tara kept publishing stories for the next five years, even as the name of the magazine changed to Meanwhile, and then to On The River, when the catnip farm went out of business, and Harald moved with his family to a new home near a river. These previously published stories are collected here for the first time with new added content, in the hopes of bringing a little more hope and inspiration into everyday life.

Excerpt:
SET ME FREE

http://www.amazon.com/Deep-Breaths-Tales-Hope-Inspiration-ebook/dp/B00N8B1C50/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1415494083&sr=8-1&keywords=Deep+Breaths+Tara+Fox+Hall
My tiger cat, Kesteral, used to be an indoor cat when we lived in the busy city of Binghamton not that long ago. Since we moved to the country, my once shy and nervous cat has become an avid hunter. It was not very long until he began demanding to go out at night.
At first I tried to enforce a 10pm curfew, which I staunchly believed that all good little cats should be able to follow. After a few nights, “Kester” decided that 6am was too late in the morning to be out looking for “early” mice. 3am was much better. I tried yelling at the yowling monster outside my bedroom door, but as soon as I would begin to drift off to sleep, Kester would take up right where he left off. I next tried threats of punishment. He retaliated by clawing through the carpet at the basement stairs in an effort to get into the basement (a certified mouse haven).
I stuck to my guns, believing when there was no further carpet shredding that the problem was solved. I had cured him of his insanity! Then lo and behold, Kester greeted me one morning when I opened my front door. He had chewed through the plastic expandable partitions at the side of the air conditioner and slipped out! I taped up the ragged hole. Not to be thwarted, my sweet little monster chewed through the tape.
 I thought Hey, who is smarter here?and blocked off the sides of the air conditioner with pillows held in place by a table. Kester proved he was smarter by squeezing his way through. In a master ploy, I removed the air conditioner all together (it was late August—fall was practically here. A few days of sweating profusely was worth teaching dear Kester who was master). Ha! I thought triumphantly. He’s not getting out now!

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Bio:

Tara Fox Hall is an OSHA-certified safety and health inspector at a metal fabrication shop in upstate New York. She received her bachelor's degree in mathematics with a double minor in chemistry and biology from Binghamton University. Her writing credits include over twenty short stories published in the nature magazines Catnip Blossoms, Meanwhile, and On The River. Her short horror stories have appeared in Deadman's Tome, Flashes in the Dark, Halloween Alliance, and Ghastly Door. She also coauthored the essay "The Allure of the Serial Killer," published in Serial Killers - Philosophy for Everyone: Being and Killing (Wiley-Blackwell, 2010). She divides her free time unequally between writing novels and short stories, chainsawing firewood, caring for stray animals of all species, sewing cat and dog beds for donation to animal shelters, and target practice.

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