Thursday, May 24, 2012

Book Tour: Shadows of Destiny Series by Leia Shaw

After fleeing her native city — and nightmares of    a traumatic childhood — Sage Peterson meets the overbearing,    pretentious, yet haunted Professor Elias. He’s the only one who    knows about her mysterious powers, which seem to be spiraling out of    control. When he convinces her to train with him, she finds herself    thrust into a five hundred year war and on the run from vampires,    werewolves, and even worse — her budding feelings for James Elias.

Erin Bolton knows her former foster sister is a    sorceress and a witch, but she wants nothing to do with that world.    The day before her twenty first birthday, a tall, dark, and    terrifying vampire, Marcelo, turns Erin's world upside down. He    convinces her that he was sent to escort her to the safety of the    Underworld, where her sister is waiting. But she wonders, who will    keep her safe from him?

They call her The Huntress. A vampire with lethal    focus, Natalia hunts rogue werewolves and kills them without mercy.    She buried her heart centuries ago. Now she lives only for revenge.    But when she’s forced to team up with the alpha of the northwest    werewolf pack to catch a werewolf serial killer, her carefully    controlled world is shattered by the passionate Cristian. Will    Natalia accept Cristian’s claim on her heart even if it means    sacrificing a part of who she is?

I began my writing journey while I was stranded at the airport waiting for my delayed flight. I browsed the Border’s kiosk and grew frustrated that I couldn’t find the “it factor” — the perfect combination of alpha male-ness, ass-kickery, strong females, magic, and sex. So I spent the next four hours on an airplane      writing my first book on scraps of paper and an airsick bag (which thankfully I didn't need to use).   
Now I spend too much time in my head, plotting evil villains and the hot men (and women) who ruthlessly kill them. I think far too much about fae politics, dragon power games, and how fast werewolves can change forms. But writing my paranormal romance      series has given me a productive place to express those dark places in my mind.
I live in New England with my husband and two kids. Though I will go to my grave denying it, my husband insists I would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs.

Excerpt for Destiny Unchained
Her captor rose gracefully from the log. If she had any doubt he was a werewolf before, she had none now. He was huge, as all werewolves were, at least six and a half feet tall with broad shoulders and thick muscles that made the standard ranger uniform a little snug. But it was his eyes that caught her attention. One was brown, the other baby blue. The effect was unnerving. She tried not to stare.
“What are you doing in Yellowstone, vampire?”
She arched a brow. “Feeling territorial?”
“Answer the question.”
“Do you really think it will be that easy?”
“So you will make me torture you?”
Her eyes narrowed into her best threatening glare. “Fair warning. I really don’t like being tortured. It puts me in a foul mood.”
“Let me guess.” His mouth curled up in mocking amusement. “Bad things happen when you’re in a foul mood?”
“Let me put it this way, the last time someone tried to torture me, I fed his balls to a pack of wild dogs.” The werewolf had deserved it. He hadn’t been her intended revenge but he had sufficed until she could catch up with the man she really wanted to castrate. Her mate.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” was his only response to her gruesome threat. “So, Natalie, huh? A very nice American name.” He stood in front of her, his arms folded over his massive chest. “But you’re not American, are you?”
“Perceptive,” she said, “for a dog.”
He shook his head slowly, disapproval written all over his face. “You’ve got a lot of nerve. Here you are, tied up with my rope, in my territory, and you’re mouthing off?”
“Nerve, I have an abundance of. What I don’t have is my weapons.”
“Nor will you get them. Did you forget you tried to kill me?”
“You started it.”
Impatience flared in his eyes. “You were about to take out that lone wolf!” The amused arrogance was gone when he took another step towards her. “How did you hear about the wolves’ blood? Who sent you?”
I guess fun time is over. “What wolves’ blood? I have no idea what you’re talking about. And that wasn’t a lone wolf. It was a dangerous rogue werewolf. Can’t you tell the difference?”
“Answer the question.”
“You answer the question.”
Two blonde brows darted up. “Who has who tied up?”
She looked at her binds. “Irrelevant.”
He laughed.
She stared at him. When his chuckles faded she asked, “What’s the name of my temporary captor and soon to be dead man?”
He hesitated only a moment. “Cristian.”
She couldn’t hold back a mocking smile. “Cristian? Cristian the werewolf? That’s rich.”
He smiled, his teeth white against his lush lips. “My mother was human, just like yours.” He paused to look in her wallet. “Natalie from Wisconsin.” He snorted.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Book Tour: Night Walker" by Lisa Kessler

THE NIGHT SERIES - Book One by Lisa Kessler

Title: Night Walker
Author: Lisa Kessler
Genre: Paranormal Romance

Book Description:
He gave up his soul for a second chance to love her…

Two and a half centuries ago, Calisto Terana lost everything when a zealous priest murdered the woman he loved. Now, desperate for another chance to love her, he wants redemption for the mistake that cost her life.

She’s haunted by dreams of her own death…

After catching her fiance with another woman, Kate Bradley returns to San Diego to clear her head. The last thing she needs is romance, but after meeting Calisto she’s drawn to him in ways she doesn’t understand.

They’ve waited in the shadows for centuries…

Calisto has no doubt Kate is the reincarnation of his lost love, but the Fraternidad Del Fuego Santo has a new watcher with dark ambitions of his own. As old enemies reemerge and a new threat arises, the betrayal that enslaved Calisto to the night might destroy the only woman he’s ever loved again.


Lisa Kessler is an avid reader and writer of dark fiction. Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.
Lisa recently signed a 4 book deal with Entangled Publishing to release her Night Series.  The first book, Night Walker, is scheduled to be released August 5th.
When she's not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, performing with the San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego. You can learn more at
 Lisa lives in southern California with her incredibly fun husband and two amazing kids.

 Here's a sneak peek at book two in the Night Series. 

 Deep within the Yucatan jungle a demon has awakened...

 Tour wide Lisa is giving away a signed paperback of Night Walker, a signed Night Walker poster and a $25 Amazon giftcard. Just fill out the rafflecopter below.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Book Tour: "A Skinwalker's Legacy by Shae Wynters

Lets welcome Shae Wynters to Romance Book Junkies for a stop on her book tour. She is going to be doing a guest post and giveaway for her new book "A Skinwalker's Legacy".

Paranormal Sensuality

Guest Post by Shae Wynters

The paranormal narrative craze is still strong in the land of romance. While the focus has gone beyond werewolves and vampires, many other creatures are waiting in the wings for their chance at romance.

The Navajo Skinwalker legend served as the backdrop for my series A Skinwalker's Legacy with a focus on the dangerous coupling of a guard and his chieftess. I always loved forbidden romances, especially ones which pit our couple against an age old prophecy that keeps them from being together.

Lexia Torrance is a self-sufficient woman who has lived her life closed off. Battling changes in her body due to the emergence of her skinwalker powers, she has trained herself not to trust or get close to anyone. Her life is her work as she assists the local police with solving crimes.

Galen Cortes is a part Fae and part Skinwalker guard of Southwest Skinwalker tribe. He has been watching Lexia since she was young, making sure she remains safe not only from the outside world but also herself.

Galen was one of the reasons I loved writing this story. One of the sexiest and most fun things about paranormal romances are the hot heroes that get to seduce our heroines. He's a big muscular protector who isn't afraid to let his lady take the reigns both in and out of the bedroom.

Paranormal heroes are so much larger than life than their mortal counterparts. Not only does their alpha status skyrocket the more power they have (which is a sexy aphrodisiac within itself) but their sexual prowess also heightens to maximum pleasure.

Lexia and Galen's love scene hit a crescendo after scenes and scenes of rising sensual tension. Both want each other immensely but know that Lexia is promised to a dangerous prince to continue the skinwalker bloodline. Their love comes to a head late night in the woods in a scene that will surely melt your computer screens!

I had so much fun with A Skinwalker's Legacy. The characters were a blast to explore, the world was so fun to expand on and the steamy love scenes were icing already on the paranormal suspense cake. No matter what comes after this story, I will always love the time I got to spend in the woods and in the desert with Lexia and Galen!

Lexia Torrance is a young woman with the gift of second sight. Her ability allows the Phoenix Police Department to solve crimes based on the gift of touch. Her latest case leads her to the body of a local man left with the killers' calling card—an emblem burned on the victim's chest in the shape of a sun. She soon finds herself facing five men looking for the necklace with the same emblem…and they are determined to find her as well...

Galen Cortes knows the immense ability deep inside Lexia as well as her destiny to take the throne as Skinwalker Chieftess to the southwest tribe. As a guard of the tribe, Galen has sworn to protect Lexia and teach her the truth about her powers. Despite what his heart feels, he knows a guard isn’t supposed to get too close to a betrothed Chieftess. But his fiery passion may soon override his rational thought.

With a murderous Lycan tribe on their tail and only a few hours to spare once Lexia learns her birthright, Galen will only have a day to teach her what those before her learned in a lifetime. Before their time is over, passion will erupt between the guard and his ruler, a fateful battle will dawn between two tribes and a new Chieftess will arise within the nocturnal hours…

Lexia peered up at her reflection again, feeling the heavy sensation subside within her. Her breathing soon slowed down to normal. It would be a while before she could get to bed after that distraction. Sunlight would be rising in a few hours and she debated whether to stay up for the rest of the morning or call in for a day off to spend the rest of it in bed.
With a deep exhale to clear her thoughts, she flipped off the bathroom light and headed back into her bedroom to check the time. Two sharp red glows caught her eye on the opposite end of the room where her work desk sat against the wall.
The jewels on the necklace. Was it glowing before?
It called out to her in that moment just like it had earlier when she found it in the dead man’s living room. It took a lot of coaxing for her to convince Rudy to let her leave with it instead of logging it in for evidence. She told him she needed it to help further identify the perps. The explanation was partly true, considering it may help her if she could learn more about it.
She picked it up and watched the glistening gold metal catch the light of the silver moon outside her window. The ruby jewels appeared like eyes watching her from the comfort of her warm palm. Then she noticed the indentation on the face around the eyes and mouth. It looked slightly rough with grooves like the craters on the moon. Maybe it wasn’t the sun at all? Maybe it was a mixture of both.
Looking at it gave her reassurance for safety. Why did she feel so attached to it although she had never seen it before tonight?
The small jewels brightened into dazzling red shades as a shadow danced cross her window. Lexia’s gaze shot up. She followed the movement near the corner of her eye as her senses shot to full alert.
She reached over to the top drawer of her desk where her spare 9 mm rested—the same one Rudy had given her for protection. If anyone connected to tonight’s murder followed her, they would be plenty sorry after catching a few hot bullets between the shoulder blades. She dropped the necklace in the pocket of her pajama pants then checked the chamber to confirm the ammunition. All full. Good.
She’d never had any problems with intruders in the area. The neighborhood was relatively safe, according to the feedback she’d received before moving in. But if there was anything she learned in her line of work, it was that no one was ever wholly safe.
Shadows crept across the darkened living room windows as she stepped into the hallway. Her heartbeat was so loud she hoped it wouldn’t give her away.
Darkness immediately surrounded her, but it wasn’t the dimness of ordinary shadows.
The dark presence joined a larger group that covered every inch of the front yard. She gripped the gun between sweaty palms. A shadowy figure with broad shoulders stepped in front of the living room window. Blood chilling howls broke through the air as he raised his arm.
Lexia’s eyes widened at the sight of the large gun in his hands. The glass living room window panel exploded from the spray of bullets as she dived to the ground. She hit the wooden floor with a loud thud and curled up until the firing eventually came to a halt.
The man dove through the shattered open window and tumbled onto the ground into a kneeling position. Right away, he raised his large gun in her direction.
Lexia jumped to her feet and scrambled behind her favorite rocking chair recliner. She couldn’t quite make out his face but his massive intimidating impression was all too familiar to her senses.
“Come on, Lexia,” his deep voice was oddly calm yet somewhat enticing. “We just want to talk to you.”
She pressed her back against the rocking chair, propping her elbows up on her bended knees while still gripping the gun in her hand.
“That’s a pretty difficult way to talk with your bullets instead of your mouth,” she called over her shoulder. “I would’ve gladly opened the door to save the destruction of my house.”
“Somehow I doubt that.”
That’s it. Keep him talking. At least until you think of some way to get out of here.
He laughed, the low rumbling reverberated across the room. “The whole house is surrounded, Lexia. Don’t think you can escape.”
She gritted her teeth. The gun handle slowly slipped against her damp palms and she squeezed her grip to hold it tight.
“If it’s one thing I can’t stand,” she said, moving to her side, “it’s someone telling me what I can and can’t do.”
Lexia jumped away from the chair, pointing her gun with one hand while her free hand opened toward the figure. A stream of fire emitted from her fingers, setting the large man ablaze. He screamed, loud and preternatural like a tortured creature in binds. His flaming body fell against the back wall with a loud crash. Lexia made sure to cushion her fall before the cold wood collided against her body.
A shot of pain spiked through her arm and to her side, but the adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream knocked it to the back of her mind.
“What the--” How did I do that?
Her heart raced in her chest as her mind scrambled to think of a way out.
Back door.
Lexia jumped to her feet and sprinted toward the back. She nearly ripped the door off its hinges and tore across the soft, green lawn lining her pool. She was close. So close to being free.

Shae Wynters is the pen name of an award winning, best selling author who has been writing for more than twenty years and has been professionally published for eleven years. A bonafide vampire, fantasy, sensual romance and speculative fiction lover, Shae sometimes meshes all these elements together for a rip roaring story to entertain her spectrum of readers.

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Interview: "Maiden's Mistake" by Elizabeth Ashtree

Please let's welcome Elizabeth Ashtree to Romance Book Junkies. She is here to do a interview and share some information on her new book Maiden's Mistake. 

I know you get asked this question over and over but can you tell us a little about yourself? Maybe something juicy. ;)                      

I have a day job working as an attorney for an intelligence agency in the Department of Defense.  So I get to work with spies.  That’s pretty cool, right?  I wasn’t working there when I started writing; I was stationed at the Pentagon at the time.  So I started out in romance (not spy thrillers, as people might expect).  I found I loved romance because of the happy endings.  Naturally, with a day job in government, I decided to use a pen name.  I also served in the Army as a JAG.  Used to be, people wouldn’t know what that meant, but once there was a TV show by that name, everyone recognizes that JAGs are military attorneys.  Here’s my official Army photograph from a long, long time ago:

When did you first start writing? Are you a full time author or do you do it on the side?

I started writing stories pretty much the minute I figure out what fiction was all about.  I’m not able to write full-time yet, but eventually I’ll retire from the government and will definitely write full-time after that happens.  I wrote my first book while holding down a day job and raising two boys single-handedly.  People sometimes ask me how I ever found the time, but I simply never watched much TV and wrote whenever I could.  I had an early laptop and would bring it to my kids’ karate class and sit on the floor of the gym writing away!

Do you have a author that has really inspired you?

I’d have to say that my original inspiration for writing seriously was Lavyrle Spencer.  But others would include Laura Kinsale and Mary Jo Putney I suspect they are why I decided to depart from writing contemporary romance to try my hand at historical romance for my latest book, Maiden’s Mistake.  For contemporary fiction, I’m big fan of Terry Pratchett, Jim Butcher, and Harlen Coben.  And my mentor and head of my critique group is Ruth glick who writes as Rebecca York, so I love her work, too.  Lately, I’ve been reading mostly fantasy literature or speculative fiction.  I wonder if that will inspire me to write one of those myself.

How long does it normally take you to write an average book or your last book?

I joke that it takes me nine months to write a book, same as it took me to make a baby.  Whether I write a book under contract for a publisher or just write one for the love of it, it takes about nine months from first chapter to last.  But sometimes I will rewrite a story to meet requirements of an editor or according to what’s interesting for readers at the time.  

What do you think makes a story great?

Emotion.  The books I like to read are packed with all sorts of emotion, so I try to make sure that every page of my own books is filled with emotion, too.  Conflict is important to keep the story interesting, but if an author can’t bring out the deepest darkest feelings of the characters, the conflict won’t matter all that much.

Can you describe your book "Maiden’s Mistake" in one sentence?

After a lifetime of tragedy, Jonathan Everleigh, the Earl of Mercia, didn’t believe he could find happiness; until the spirited Juliette Markham enters his life and reminds him that love and devotion can be found in the most unlikely circumstances.

Have you done lots of research for your books or do the stories just come to you?

I research elements of my books, because I like to add interesting details.  But my story ideas just come to me, prompted by various things that happen in my life.  Maiden’s Mistake was inspired by a question someone had about house fires.  One thing I researched deeply for Maiden’s Mistake was the history of indoor plumbing.  The plumbing throughout the earl’s house is featured prominently and ends up being a big part of how the story sorts itself out.

What are you currently working on?

I’m currently working on a contemporary romance.  It’s about Zarchary Blaine who comes home from the war to find his wife has died and his son has been turned over to a man claiming to be the three-year old’s biological father.  This biological father has a girlfriend, Elaina Palmer, who has been helping to take care of little Ryan while she sorts out what to do about her cheating man who doesn’t have much real interest in the responsibilities of fatherhood.  In no time, Elaina loves Ryan and longs to raise him as her own child.  But Zach is a good man and he’s not about to give up Ryan without a fight, so Elaina is torn about what she should do.  She’s an attorney and can sue for custody, but knows she hasn’t got a strong claim to the boy.  Zach isn’t genetically related to Ryan either, but he wants to continue to be his dad anyway. Eventually, Zach and Elaina realize the only way to keep Ryan safe is to join forces.  

Can you tell us about some of your prior achievements or works?

Hey, you gave me an opening to brag, so I’m going to tell you how proud I am of my two sons; one is in law enforcement and the other is taking after his mom by pursuing a Master’s in Fine Arts in Creative Writing.  His writing is amazing.  Maybe his interest was piqued when my very  first book, An Officer and A Hero, came out when he was just over ten years old and was nominated for two RITA awards (for best contemporary and best first novel) and then won the Romantic Times Reader’s Choice Award. After a start like that, I couldn’t stop - so I now have eight books published, with many more in my head that I want to write.

Is there anything that I didn't cover that you would like to talk about or say to your potential readers?

Here are a couple of photos to give you a glimpse into what I hold dear:
1) I live in a beautiful log home on six acres that includes a small apple orchard I’m working to bring back to production.
2) My six pound Chihuahua named Spy, because she’s all black and she stole my work badge out of my purse the first day we met her and clearly wanted to be a spy.
3) My five pound Chihuahua named Ping, because she bounces, pounces, and runs every where at top speed at all times, except for the ten seconds it took to take this picture of her.

I’ve enjoyed building my own web page and keeping it up to date.  I also have a Twitter feed. I’m on Facebook, and I write a blog.   Here’s where you can find me:
my web pages at
or follow me @EAshtreeBooks (!/EAshtreeBooks)
or subscribe to Telling Tales at
Just for fun:
Hardback or Paperback?  Actually, I read audio books and ebooks almost exclusively.
Dog ears or Bookmarks
?  When I do read a paperback, I use a book mark.
YA novels or Adult novels?  I love YA novels.  I’m reading a YA audio series right now.
Library or Bookstore?  I love libraries, but rarely get to them due to my work hours.  So I buy my books online.
Reading glasses or No glasses?  I admit to no longer being able to read anything without glasses.  Sigh.
Snack while reading or No snacks?  Yes to snacks!
Beach or Mountain?  Mountains, but I have fallen in love with the orchard/farm we bought a year ago, so spend my time in the gentle hills of Pennsylvania.
Vampire or Werewolf? 
Werewolf, for sure.  I want Patricia Briggs to write more of her lovely werewolf series, please!
Hot or Flirty?  Flirty is usually more about the emotions, so I’d say that’s preferred.  But hot can be fun, too.
Movie 1st or Book 1st? Book first, always.  And the book IS always better.
Contemporary or Historical?  Love them both, but lately reading speculative fiction - where does that fall in the time spectrum?  Only Dr. Who knows for sure, I suppose.
Page-Turner or Tear Jerker? I love a page-turner.  But it needs to be emotion-packed, too.

 Fire stole his future, until she reclaimed him from the ashes.

Knowing he can never have children of his own, Jonathan Everleigh, Earl of Mercia, marries scandal-plagued Juliette Markham, saving her from disgrace. But when he finds his ruined bride is still a virgin on their wedding night, Jonathan is vows to annul their marriage. But when Juliette discovers that she actually is with child, this time from her wedding night, she is as determined to stay married as he is to leave her.

When Jonathan’s past catches up with them, the Earl and Lady Mercia must navigate their marital problems, countless dangers, and a final confrontation with the madness plaguing them.

If they can make it out alive, love might be there waiting for them on the other side.

“It’s for your own good, Juliette.  Trust me in this,” he’d said.

 “How dare you threaten to set me aside and then claim it’s for my own good!”

 He’d looked stunned for a moment, then pained.  But he’d steeled himself against her again.  She knew he had when she saw his eyes go cold and his expression stony.   “You’re the one who lied your way into this situation, my dear,” he said calmly.

 “You don’t believe that.  I know you don’t.  You’re using it as an excuse to be rid of me.  You know I was ignorant of the ways of men and women.  You know I made an innocent mistake.”

 “I know nothing of the sort.  Perhaps you contrived to wed me because I’m an earl.  It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been married for my money and title.  Those were Carolyn’s motives for marrying a man who repulsed her.  They must be your reasons for lying to me, too.”

 Stymied by that, she’d tried a different approach.  “Even if you’re right–which you are not–about me lying to you, can’t you see that I want to be a good wife to you?  I want to be your companion and give you children.  I lo . . . ”

 But he hadn’t let her speak those last words.  She didn’t know what she’d said to set him off, but she’d clearly infuriated him.  He’d bolted from his chair and come at her with all the fury of a hurricane.  She’d backed up quickly, surprised by his show of rage.  Before she knew what was happening, she’d found herself on the other side of the library door.  The door had clicked shut and then she’d heard the lock turn.

 So words were not her friend in this campaign to win her husband back.  She knew she’d had his devotion before–he could not have feigned those tender words just before he’d taken her to his bed.  He’d cared for her once and she would find a way to make him do so again.

 But she had to get near him to do that.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Book Tour: "Wicked Allure" by Leslie C. Ferdinand

Today on Romance Book Junkies we have Leslie C. Ferdinand here to do a guest post and giveaway on her blog tour. So lets welcome Leslie. 

Channeling Your Inner Writer

I meet writers everywhere.  At parties, meetings and banquets.  At breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.   At grocery stores and at church.  Everywhere.  What surprises me most is a lot of the writers I meet don’t do the very thing that makes them writers.
They don’t write.
I’m usually engaged in a conversation about finding the time to write.  Channel your inner writer and put pen to paper and jot down something.  A character study.  A poem. Jibberish.  Whatever.  Do it for ten minutes a day.  You’ll be surprised at the results.  You’ll get into the habit of writing and those ten minutes will soon turn into an hour or two.
It helps to slot in your writing at the same time every day and setting a goal or a time limit.  At the end of a year, if you set a goal of writing a page a day, you’ll have 365 pages, a full-length novel. 
Don’t stop writing to do edits.  That only set your inner writer on a different path.  You won’t be creating new material and you might get stuck in that mode.
Write for however long you choose to do so.  But write and keep writing.  Once you channel your inner writer and nurture it, it will not let you go.

 Multicultural Erotic Romance with Adults Only Content, explicit language and some drug use.

What Does A Man Say to the Woman He Betrayed But Never Stopped Loving?
Three years ago, Zachary Steele refused to entertain thoughts of permanency with any woman. A hedonist at heart, he didn’t want to corrupt the much younger, Madigan DeLeon, by continuing his affair with her. With the hidden scars of his past, he didn’t believe in happily-ever-after. By the time he realized how much Madigan meant to him, he’d driven her away. Then, one night, after being clean for a number of years, Zach briefly falls off the bandwagon. He believes his lovemaking to Madi is a drug-induced hallucination. The resulting consequences tell another story.

What Does A Woman Do When the Only Man She’s Ever Loved Hurt Her So Deeply She Feared She’d Never Recover?
Three years after her affair with Zach so abruptly ended, celebutante, Madigan DeLeon, is thrust back into Zach’s life by her mother’s machinations. Brought home under the false pretenses of repairing her damaged relationship with her mother, Madi instead finds herself running a private sex club called Wicked Allure. Forced to confront her anger at his betrayal and grief at the loss of what might’ve been, Madi faces the realization that she’s never stopped loving Zach.

Can Two Broken Hearts Set Aside Anger and Betrayal to Find True Love Once and For All?
Searching the deepest recesses of their hearts, in a place where pride and pain has no room, Madi and Zach must decide if their bond is strong enough to take a second chance at love. Or if resuming their sexual relationship is an irresistible wicked allure and the ghosts of their former relationship will finally, and forever, sever all ties between them.


 Leslie C. Megahey and Shirley H. Ferdinand have been writing together since 1991. Under their Christine Holden pen name, five books were released by Berkley/Jove between 1998 and 2001. Their last book, Dearest Beloved, had a foreign edition in Dutch. They’ve appeared in New Orleans Magazine, the Times Picayune, RT Book Reviews, the Fort Bend Herald, Fort Bend Lifestyles, and the Natchez Sun. They were also included in Kathryn Falk’s 1998 How To Write A Romance For The New Markets and Get it Published and May McGoldrick’s Marriage of Minds: Collaborative Fiction Writing in 2000. They’ve made appearances on television stations in New Orleans, Lake Charles, Lafayette, Beaumont and Toronto. Leslie has also made an appearance on the Rachel Ray Show and is founder of Inside Rose Rich Magazine. They currently have literary representation with D4EO Literary Agency. This is the team’s first erotic romance.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Book Tour: "Staring Into The Eyes of Chance" by Kay Dee Royal

Staring Into the Eyes of Chance
by Kay Dee Royal

Releasing March 2012

Book one in the LIIA Series (Lycan International Investigation Agency)

Featuring Werewolves, Paranormal Abilities, Explicit Love Scenes 


Olivia swears off men until she meets Chance, a Lycan alpha. He ignites an undeniable hunger they can only sate together.


Olivia endures a thirty-four year passionless marriage, discovering her dead husband’s philandering history at his funeral. She devotes her energy and life-long sensitivity with animals to her wildlife refuge and preserve.

Chance, a Lycan alpha and leader of the Lycan International Investigation Agency (LIIA) throws himself into his investigations. He chooses to neglect his duty of finding a primal-mate after watching his father become an empty shell over the loss of his.

A murderous rogue pack draws Chance onto Olivia’s wildlife preserve, sending Olivia’s animal sensitivities into overdrive. Chance and Olivia discover a sizzling force driving them together.

Will they succumb to its enticing tether, or fight to resume their loveless lives apart?

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Olivia closed her eyes, calling up her animal sensitivity ability, while shoving down her own panic. After years of psychically working with animals, she knew they sensed panic and fear. Her breathing needed regulating.

Olivia relaxed as best she could and opened her mind. She sensed the wolf; masculine. He came across with an urgent need to protect, more like helping her feel safe. Another howl, with a deep and sinister timbre, shattered her concentration. A stab of electricity zipped through her, pumping adrenaline and tightening every muscle. This howl came from farther inside the forest than the first one. She sensed aggression in the wolves within the forest, ready for battle. Her heart drummed against her ribs in anticipation of an answering call, and she couldn’t stop the tremors running rampant in her belly.

Instead she saw the lights go out through her closed eyelids. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but blackness.

Nine o’clock on a September evening, what did she expect? Damn power company! Hopefully Lacey sat in the Jacuzzi and wouldn’t come running out.

She lay listening for any sound. Her own breath, the loudest panting she’d ever heard, came in at a close second to her heart banging against the walls of her chest. Slowly, she sat up. The back of her head throbbed, her spine hurt, and the front of her body ached, especially her breasts. She bent her legs to stand and in that same moment a jet of hot mist coated her face.

Wolf breath.

Olivia froze, tamping down the run-for-your-life urge. Her mind reached toward the beast beside her, searching his energy markers, his emotions, urges. She read him as curious, stimulated. Maybe a misread of…sexually stimulated? She sat back on her haunches, figuring if she stretched at least four feet of her five-foot ten frame, maybe she’d appear larger. His breath assailed her from above, she remained squatted.

Damn, this thing is huge!

He sniffed the top of her head, down by her ear, licked the length of her neck and up the side of her face. Another howl close by, echoing near the tree-line, got the wolf’s attention. He raised his head from her and shoved her body back with his own. She went down on her butt, folding her legs sideways. Fur from his backside pressed into the front of her, including her face. Olivia turned her head away and took a breath. A shiver began in her belly and inched through her arms, legs, and up her neck. She sensed his urgency, he must move and his need…again, to keep her safe and again something else, another misread?

He moved back, his head next to hers. A growl vibrated, harsh and deep, beside her ear. Olivia jumped when he yipped instead of howled. He circled her, stopping behind her. A sudden scratch of claws and pebbles from rain washout near the barn pelted her. Air swirled around her as the wolf leaped over her head in the direction of the woods.

Olivia’s breath whooshed out like a balloon being released. Tears welled and trickled down her face. The wolf’s size was about as abnormal as it got. She’d never heard of any wolf being that large. She’d done plenty of research on the species, brushing up for the wolf pup she rehabilitated and released back into the wild years ago when Ray and she first opened the refuge, before they owned the preserve property.

Olivia pushed herself up onto wobbly legs, her stomach lurched, and before she could blink, vomit spewed. She retched hard, falling onto her hands and knees, weak and crying, something she hadn’t done since Ray’s funeral. As if on cue, all the lights popped on, illuminating her shadow against the barn wall.

Oh, that’s lovely. Damn power company.

A howl, and then another and another, echoed from different locations in the forest. Her forest, her wildlife preserve, not a place for a beast like her visitor, and most definitely not a place for the aggressive lot in the forest. She swiped her face with the bottom of her shirt and looked toward the woods.

About thirty yards away in the mowed meadow, her wolf circled with another, close-in-size, milky-eyed wolf with a deformed face, both spot-lighted in the yard light. They flashed razor sharp teeth and glowing eyes, with the exception of the one’s coated eye. Their vicious growls and snapping jaws filled the air. Olivia found her tranq gun on the ground and grabbed it. By the time she turned for a shot, she saw the tail end of both wolves leaping into the woods, her wolf chasing the other.

Olivia leaned against the barn, adjusting her position in accordance with her pain. She thought of the curious readings she sensed from her wolf, not sure of their meaning. She never questioned first impressions from readings anymore. Years of experiences proved first intuitive readings rang as authentic truth in almost every case.

She closed her eyes and pictured her wolf looking at her for the first time, the way his head snapped in her direction and how their gazes met and connected. She touched her neck, sliding fingertips up her cheek where his tongue touched her skin.

Her breath caught, heart raced, and her eyes opened wide. She laughed out loud, maybe in relief, maybe in a small fit of hysteria, or maybe because she consider that wolf as “her” wolf. Her “stimulation” readings from him threw her off, knowing it wasn’t a possibility.  

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