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text 2018-12-13 11:00
Cover Reveal & Excerpt Blitz with Giveaway! Kill Code by Luna Kayne!

 

 

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Welcome Readers! Let give a bit hello to LUNA KAYNE, who is joining today reveal the cover for her new book – KILL CODE! Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

 

 

 

 

 


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ABOUT THE BOOK

 


Title: KILL CODE
Author: Luna Kayne
Pub. Date: January 22, 2019
Publisher: Kayne Publishing
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 317

 

 
HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO PROTECT THE ONES YOU LOVE?
 
THEN
 
Ten years ago, a covert government operation gone wrong separated Jack from Jessa, the girl he promised he would never leave.
 
NOW
 
Jack's special forces team receives a tip, leading them to a remote farmhouse in search of a group of hackers led by the elusive Zane who work for the same person he holds responsible for Jessa’s death, ten years earlier.
 
Past and present collide as what was once lost is now standing in front of him and appears to be working for the very evil he is trying to end.
 
But is everything as it seems as secrets begin to unravel and pieces are put back in their proper places?
 
And will the last missing piece, the answer to all of their problems, be found in time?
 

*** Due to some dark and explicit themes in this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only. ***
* Kill Code is the first book in a trilogy.


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COMING January 22, 2019 in ebook

 

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Exclusive Excerpt!

 


Prologue: 10 years ago

 


- Jack -

 

Two men standing behind my commanding officer.

 

“Look, Jack. We know you and Jessa became close but you need to let the team handle it. Finding her and her brother is their priority while we’re still here. Our mission still stands though and your orders are to pack up and let them do their job.” His attempt at pacifying me is beginning to speak to a part of me that I don’t want to show as the way he trivializes my feelings for her ignites my fight or flight reflexes.

 

We didn’t become close.

 

She was it.

 

She was everything.

 

She was mine and after the arrests were made, I was coming for her. I was going to come clean about everything. I was going to tell her I was undercover and older than she thought I was. I was going to ask her to forgive my secrets and I was going to tell her I loved her.

 

Now she’s gone.

 

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3 winners will win an eBook of KILL CODE, International.

 

The giveaway will be open until December 27th at 12:00 a.m. Eastern.


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Luna Kayne is a multi-published author in the romance and erotica genres. Her creative works include novels, novelettes and a book of poetry and prose.
 
Within the romance genre, her books and short stories are also listed under suspense, paranormal, BDSM and contemporary.
 
The woman behind Luna Kayne’s pen name has been writing for online publications since 2005. She writes from her home on an acreage near Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.

 


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Cover Reveal! The Crane Diaries: Dirty Blood by Apryl Baker!

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK

 

 

Title: The Crane Diaries: Dirty Blood
Author: Apryl Baker
Genre: NA Horror/Paranormal
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctor Design - http://www.derangeddoctordesign.com/


Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC - http://www.limitlesspublishing.com/


Publication Date: December 18th, 2018
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR - http://ladyambersreviews.blogspot.com/

 

 

Blurb:


Deep in the swamps of the Louisiana bayou, a horrifying secret lies waiting to be discovered A legend haunts the bayou, a chilling tale of a beast that is born from a curse…the Rougarou.

 

When Emma Rose Crane lets hunter Cass Willow convince her to help him on a ghost hunt, she never imagined she’d be trudging through the swamps, let alone stumbling upon a mess of mangled bodies—or running into the creature responsible for the rotting remains.

 

With no backup available to them, she’s forced to show Cass her demonic side to help them escape, but that’s not the only problem. When the creature attacked them, it infected them with the same curse that drove it mad. There’s only one hope—kill the beast to cure the infection.

 

Time is not on their side as they race to save themselves and discover the truth behind the legend. But first they have to survive the effects of the curse long enough to find the creature and put it down…

 

Before they succumb to the hunger eating them alive.


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Dirty Blood is the 2nd book in The Crane Diaries &
Is coming December 18, 2018

 

 


The 1st Book in The Crane Diaries – Homecoming is
AVAILABLE in print or ebook

 

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iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-crane-diaries-homecoming/id1434364361?mt=11

 

 

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So who am I?

 

Well, I’m the crazy girl with an imagination that never shuts up. I LOVE scary movies. My friends laugh at me when I scare myself watching them and tell me to stop watching them, but who doesn’t love to get scared? I grew up in a small town nestled in the southern mountains of West Virginia where I spent days roaming around in the woods, climbing trees, and causing general mayhem. Nights I would stay up reading Nancy Drew by flashlight under the covers until my parents yelled at me to go to sleep.

 

Now, I live in a small town in West Virginia where I entertain my niece and nephew and watch the cats get teased by the birds and laugh myself silly when they swoop down and then dive back up just out of reach. The cats start yelling something fierce…lol.


I love books, I love writing books, and I love entertaining people with my silly stories.

 

 

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COVER REVEAL! Build: A Bad Boy Snowed In Romance (Burns Brothers #1) Gillian Archer!

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

 

 

Build: A Bad Boy Snowed In Romance 
by Gillian Archer 
(Burns Brothers #1) 
Publication date: January 29th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

 

Synopsis:


Welcome to Bad@ss Builds where the motorcycles are as sexy as the brothers building them.

 

Austin Burns:

I thought she wasn’t real the first time I saw her. To be fair I was a hungover mess when I woke up and looked into her gorgeous eyes. After getting the second worst news of my life—that my father would be paroled soon—I’d escaped to my buddy’s posh cabin near Lake Tahoe. Now the maid with the gorgeous eyes is snowed in with me, and I wonder if she might be a better distraction than the mountain of booze I’d planned on drinking. She’s curvy in all the right places, and the snow is falling faster.

 

Rachel Tannenbaum:

As a single mom, I don’t have time for men, especially irresponsible tattooed bad boys like my ex. But Austin is hot. And sexy. And stuck here in the cabin with me. I can’t say no to a fling with this bad boy, especially since Austin is so gorgeous and awkwardly sweet.
 

One night becomes two, and I don’t know if I can risk my heart—and my little boy’s—if Austin wants it to become more when we get through the snow and back to reality.


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Gillian has a bachelor’s degree in mining engineering but prefers to spend her time on happily ever after. She writes the kind of stories she loves to read—the hotter the better!

 

When Gillian’s not pounding away on the keyboard, she can be found surfing the couch indulging in her latest reality tv fixation, baking something ridiculously tasty (and horrible for her waist line) or snuggling with her husband.

 

Home is currently in the wilds of Nevada with her amazing husband, ridiculously cute kiddo, and goofy dog.

 


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COVER REVEAL! The Weird Girls (Weird Girls #.5) Cecy Robson!

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

 

 

 

THE WEIRD GIRLS
by Cecy Robson
Weird Girls, #0.5
94 pages
Publication Date: December 28, 2018
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy, Romance, Standalone

 

 

SYNOPSIS:

 

Celia Wird and her three sisters are just like other 20-something girls—with one tiny exception: they’re products of a backfired curse that has given each of them unique powers that make them, well, a little weird…


The Wird sisters are different from every race on earth—human and supernatural. When human society is no longer an option for them, they move in among the resident vampires, werebeasts, and witches of the Lake Tahoe region. Could this be the true home they’ve longed for? Um, not quite. After the sisters accidentally strip a witch of her powers in a bar brawl, they soon realize the mistake will cost them. Because to take on a witch means to take on her coven. And losing the battle isn’t an option.

 

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The Weird Girls is #.5 in the Weird Girls series!

 

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.3 Gone Hunting
.4 A Cruse Awakened
.5 The Weird Girls
1 Sealed with a Curse
2 A Cursed Embrace
2.5 A Cursed Moon
3 Cursed by Destiny
4 A Cursed Bloodline
5 A Curse Unbroken
6 Of Flame and Promise
7 Of Flame and Light
8 Of Flame and Fate

 

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Coming December 28, 2018 - AVAILABLE for Preorder in ebook

 

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Chapter One


The music pounded hard enough to shake Emme’s fuzzy navel, the umbrella in Shayna’s piña colada, Taran’s martini, and my Corona. I’d shoved pieces of cocktail napkin into my über sensitive ears the moment we sat. But I wasn’t going to complain about the eardrum-busting music or the crowd of young men sitting across from us ogling my sisters. We were there to celebrate.


Two years had passed since we’d left our native New Jersey. Two years of roaming the States as travelling nurses. Two years of searching for a place to settle down. We’d stumbled into the Lake Tahoe region when our agency transferred us to a local hospital on temporary assignment. We’d thought it would be fun to check out the area. We hadn’t expected to fall in love with the lush forests, the breathtaking mountains, or the mysticism of the lake. But we had, and collectively agreed to make it our home sweet home.


Shayna raised her girly drink; her blue eyes and grin sparkled despite the dimness in the booth. “To the Wird Girls finding an awesome place to live,” she hiccupped.


“To a thirty-year mortgage and a shitload of remodeling,” Taran muttered. She tried to complain, but couldn’t hide that siren grin that made males trip over their erections. She was happy to settle down, and she damn well knew it.


“To beautiful Lake Tahoe,” Emme added almost silently. She blushed when I glanced her way. I’d like to say she was just tipsy, but no. Emme blushed as easily as the wind blew fireflies. “W-well it is beautiful here, Celia.”


“I know, sweetie.” I tapped my bottle against her frou-frou drink. “Salud.”


I polished off my beer. It was my sixth round, still no buzz. Then again I could chug a keg. Alcohol had no effect on me. My lightweight sisters already slurred their words after three. In their defense, they didn’t have an inner beast with the metabolism of four linebackers to help them out. The waitress rushed over and slapped another Corona down before I could ask and hurried off. I snagged it before it tipped over. Ordinarily one might think of her as a diligent, fast, hardworking, go-getter―nah, she was just scared I’d eat her. Humans never knew what we were, yet they perceived we weren’t anything like them. They didn’t need the amplified senses of preternaturals to know we were different. Problem was, different didn’t appeal to most. And “weird” just plain terrified.
“Oh my goodness,” Emme said. “You didn’t even peek her way or anything.”


My sisters had definitely received the less-daunting side of our backfired curse. I pushed my long hair from my face and shrugged. After years of being feared, I was almost used to it. Almost. “I don’t think tigers have to necessarily look at their prey to scare them.”


Emme placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. The jarring club lights further lightened her fair skin and blond hair and bleached out most of her freckles. “It’s not you, Celia. It’s these silly humans who never want to give you a chance. You’re beautiful. And so is your inner golden tigress.”
Taran rolled her huge blue eyes. “Tigers are beautiful, Emme. But most people aren’t stupid enough to pet one.” She sipped her martini as she gave me the once-over. “Or piss one off.”


Or date one, I thought to myself, taking in the frat boys on spring break continuing to stare and whisper about my sisters.


“Adriana Lima is mine,” one said of Taran.


“I’ll take the blonde,” the other murmured.


“I’ll go with the cute brunette with the ponytail.”


“Hey, I called dibs on her first,” his friend complained.


There were four of them. Four of us. One of the guys fighting over Shayna had taken an interest in me. That is, until he looked at me. Really looked at me. He smiled, but his scent of anticipation and lust quickly evaporated, replaced by the aroma of fear. He’d seen beyond my green eyes, olive skin, and long wavy hair to spot the predator lurking within. He saw her ready to pounce, ready to shred, ready to kill. Beautiful or not, tigers had that effect on humans.


Taran shimmied out of the booth. An impressive feat in the tiny, curve-hugging yellow dress she wore. If the hem lay an inch shorter, she’d end up on the Internet. “Shit. I have to pee.”


Shayna grinned at Taran as she ambled out, her eyes alternating from sparkly to glassy. So not a good sign. “I think that’s an oxymoron, dude.” She threw in a giggle, just to further clarify she was snockered.


I shook my head. Emme smiled softly. “I’ll go with Taran.” Emme was only five feet tall, and just shy of a hundred pounds soaking wet and bloated. Taran, although only three inches taller, towered over her in those step ladders she affectionately referred to as “shoes.” Me? Nothing said comfy like jeans, Uggs, and a long-sleeved tee.


The minute they disappeared into the hall leading to the ladies room, one of the good ol’ frat boys approached Shayna, careful to avoid eye contact with me. “Hey, hot stuff. How about a dance?”


Shayna’s glee faded when she realized I’d be alone if she went to dance. I smiled as best I could without scaring her potential date for the evening. “It’s okay. I’ll just hang and wait for Emme. Go on,” I urged when she hesitated.


The guy snaked his arm around Shayna and led her onto the dance floor. Her sleek black ponytail whipped behind her as she shot me one more tentative glance. She watched me for a while. At first I thought she might return to hang with her spinster-in-the-making sister until the call of Beyoncé loosened the hesitant muscles of her slender frame. It didn’t take long for Shayna to move like the world’s happiness depended on her booty shakes. It did, however, take a hell of a long time for Emme and Taran to return from the bathroom. The waitress dropped my eighth beer down just as I spotted Emme’s hands waving madly amidst the crowd forming near the ladies’ room. “Celia! Ceeeeeelia!”


What the hell?


I slipped out of the booth and rushed toward the crowd. The throng of horny and drunken patrons parted as I stalked, my hips swinging like a predator staking out her turf. That’s right. Stay back. Scary female approaching.


As I reached Emme, a deep buzzing sound vibrated from the bathroom, followed by a high-pitched squeal, topped off by Taran’s oh-so colorful language. I half-groaned, half-growled. Crap. How much trouble can someone get into in the bathroom?


I froze. Apparently a lot.


A fiery redhead stomped out of the restroom smelling like burnt toast, sporting a spiky new hairdo most porcupines would envy. I swore under my breath. Taran must have struck her with a mini-bolt of lightning. Her tresses stood out like wires, and the singed tips smoked. And God only knew what Taran had done to the rest of her dress. Scorched pieces of fabric barely covered Red’s pricey and fricasseed bra.


Her crazed eyes scanned the crowd. “Who’s with the slutty brunette?”


Emme glanced my way before raising a cautious hand. “Sh-sh-she’s my sister.”


The redhead stormed to Emme and jabbed an irate finger in her face. “Your sister’s a bitch.”


Maybe. But Emme certainly wasn’t. I shoved my way between them. “Leave her alone, and get out of our way.” My raspy voice remained deceptively calm. Yet Red easily picked up on my underlying threat: Mess with her, mess with me.


Red’s finger slowly lowered and her jaw slackened. She stumbled back, tripping over her feet and shoving her way through the crowd and out the exit. The ladies in line quickly followed suit and gave us ample room to pass. Perhaps there was a nice fir tree they could use out back. Emme stayed close to my heels as I shoved opened the door to the bathroom, her meek little voice shaking. “Should I get Shayna?”


“No, I think―”


My first clue should have been that Taran’s swear words had stopped bouncing off the stark white tiles like ping-pong balls. My second? The waft of dry herbs that filtered into my nose and screamed a warning. Witch. Witch magic. Taran was going head-to-head with an official worship-the-earth-talisman-wearing-broom-humper extraordinaire.


Taran’s blue irises blanched to crystal from the gamut of power tingling around a sandy-haired witch’s aura. “Sandy” smiled though it lacked any hint of warmth, friendliness, or love. In fact, if she was going for, “I’ll skin you alive and use your flesh as bedroom slippers,” one might say she pulled it off.


“Silentio. Non vide,” Sandy muttered, all the while smiling and calling forth her bladder-releasing power.


Knowing Spanish helped me translate the Latin words. Silence and . . . don’t look?


Every muscle and tendon in my body tightened. She’d cast a spell to conceal any sound, any image from the club patrons. Jesus, what did she plan to do?


The aroma of crushed thyme thickened the air as her spell accelerated, coating my taste buds with a hint of her power. Yup, definitely not a good sign. My inner tigress circled restlessly, pawing at my ribcage with her claws, demanding out. “Taran,” I warned, “time to go home.”


Taran met the witch’s smile with one that sent Emme running, hopefully to get Shayna, the car, or both. The heavy door swung shut behind Emme. A loud click told me Sandy locked us in, and anyone who could possibly help us out. Sparks sizzled from the tips of Taran’s elegantly manicured hands as she gathered her magic. “No worries, Ceel. This will only take a minute.”


“Taran,” I warned again. My fangs protruded without my consent.

Another sign proclaiming deep shittiness awaited.


The sparks magnified into mini bolts of lightning as Taran stretched out her fingers. A small funnel of wind gathered around Sandy, sending bits of abandoned toilet paper circling around her. The fluorescent lights hummed and flickered just before everything went black.


“Taran!”


I tackled Taran into the handicapped stall as the equivalent of a supernatural cherry bomb took out the wall instead of my sister. The hole, roughly the size of our new dining room table, gave a great view of the dance floor where Shayna continued to shake her tiny, yet obviously shimmy-able butt. The crowd of onlookers had returned to their drunken debauchery, swallowing poor Emme as she jumped up and down trying futilely to get Mini-Shakira’s attention. It might have been funny, had I not feared we were finally about to die that miserable death we’d spent a lifetime avoiding.


Taran rubbed her head. “Son of a bitch.”


A deep growl thundered in my chest. My tigress eyes replaced my own and locked on the witch’s feet. She casually walked across the checkered floor, her red stilettos clicking like the pendulum of a grandfather clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.


She reeled into the black stall where we lay. Time was up.

For her.


“Well, well―”


I kicked the door right in her face.


She flew backwards into the sink and smashed her head into the mirror. Sometimes, I couldn’t control my strength. Fear of dying in a public bathroom will do that to a gal. I hauled Taran up by her elbow while her latest fan seemed down for the count. The cracks in the mirror spiderwebbed from her bleeding skull. I secretly hoped that since it was technically her head that broke the mirror, the bad luck fell on her.


When Sandy lurched from the sink and a second, equally pissed-off version of herself appeared to block the door leading out, I knew I was very much mistaken. Taran’s head whipped back and forth between them. “It’s the same person,” I snarled. She smelled the same, looked the same, and also bled from her forehead the same way. The only difference was she’d divided her magic in two.


Taran gathered her power once more. “I’ll take the bitch at the door. You take the bitch at the sink.”


Sandy―both of them―surprised me by laughing. “Mures,” they both spat.


That one pretty much got lost in translation. I prowled toward her. My claws shot from my fingers like bullets from a chamber. She didn’t move. She didn’t gather her magic. She didn’t blink. She simply laughed. Either she’d hit her head a little too hard or she didn’t fear us. The latter scared the hell out of me. My beast remained sure we could take her. My human half knew something sinister lurked beneath, bubbling with a touch of dark and a spoonful of evil.


A transparent heaviness filled the air, reeking of garbage and festering meat. The ten plastic soap dispensers lining the wall of the mammoth counter exploded one by one, like a row of bottles being shot to bits. Paper towels fluttered in the air around us like birds. The pipes beneath us clanged and a toilet flushed for no reason.


I hated when my human side was right.


I heard the first squeak and the scratch of tiny clawed feet followed by a few more. A lot more. Taran heard it, too. In her panic, she blasted a bolt of lightning into her psycho witch, taking out the obviously evil tampon dispenser in the far wall. Chunks of cardboard and cotton pelted me in the hair and back, and still I heard the squeaks getting louder, getting closer, getting scurrier.


The Sandy Taran attempted to fight had somehow appeared on the sink next to her other half. She sat on the counter with her legs crossed, swinging them merrily as the result of her enchantment reached a creepy crescendo.


The large brass drain near the sinks began to stir. “Taran. We need to get out of here.”


“Damn it, Celia―”


I clutched her arm when the brass drain tipped and a pink whiskered nose poked through. Mures. . . . Rats.


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Cecy Robson is an author of contemporary and new adult romance, young adult adventure, and award-winning urban fantasy. A double-nominated RITA® Finalist, Winner of the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence, and published author of more than twenty titles, you can typically find Cecy on her laptop or stumbling blindly in search of caffeine.

 


 

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Cover Reveal #2 - Mixtape

 

Hold your boom box high - The Mixtape Anthology is coming soon!

PRESS PLAY ON JANUARY 29th

99c Pre-Order NOW!

 

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What’s more romantic than a love song? A mixtape full of them. Twelve bestselling and award-winning authors have curated an anthology of brand-new, standalone stories inspired by love songs, featuring a foreword written by NYT bestselling author Laurelin Paige. Press PLAY on this limited-edition collection that’s guaranteed to make you swoon.

 

***MIXTAPE PLAYLIST***

 

 

Elle Kennedy: “Always On My Mind” - Willie Nelson

KL Kreig: “I Just Want To Be Your Everything” - Andy Gibb

Leslie McAdam: “Think I’m in Love” - Beck

Lynda Aicher: “Kiss Me” - Ed Sheeran

Mara White: “All I Want To Do” - Heart

Marni Mann: “S+M” - Rihanna

Nikki Sloane: “Say It First” - Sam Smith

Rebecca Shea: “Thinking Out Loud” - Ed Sheeran

Saffron Kent: “Guys My Age” - Hey Violet

Sierra Simone: “Hallelujah” - Jeff Buckley

Veronica Larsen: “Say You Won't Let Go" - James Arthur

Xio Axelrod: “Toothpaste Kisses” - The Maccabees

 

 

 

 

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