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Blog Tour! Texas Legacy (Texas Trilogy # 3.5) Lorraine Heath!

 

 

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Good Afternoon, Readers! I decided to take a tour of historical Texas today, so I am going to share this historical romance with you – Texas Legacy by Lorraine Heath! Enjoy and don’t forget to add the book to your shelves!

 

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ABOUT THE BOOK

 

 

Texas Legacy by Lorraine Heath
Series The Texas Trilogy
Genre Adult Historical Romance
Publisher Avon Impulse
Publication Date January 15, 2019

 

For as long as he can remember, Rawley Cooper has loved Faith Leigh. But the cruelty of his childhood haunts him and he knows he’s undeserving of Faith. When she comes to him on the night of her nineteenth birthday, they both give into temptation. But the searing kiss reaffirms what he’s always known: he can’t have a lifetime of her in his arms. To protect his heart, he packs his things and heads west.

 

Faith has always adored the boy her parents took in and raised. But she’s not certain she can ever forgive him for riding out of her life just when she needed him the most. When an urgent telegram forces him to return six years later, Rawley discovers Faith is now a woman to be reckoned with.

 

As old feelings are stirred back to life and new passions take hold, they both must confront secrets from their past or risk losing a legacy of love.

 

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Texas Legacy is #3.5 in the Texas Trilogy

 

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1 Texas Destiny
2 Texas Glory
3 Texas Splendor

 

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LORRAINE HEATH always dreamed of being a writer. After graduating from the University of Texas, she wrote training manuals, press releases, articles, and computer code, but something was always missing. When she read a romance novel, she not only became hooked on the genre, but quickly realized what her writing lacked: rebels, scoundrels, and rogues. She’s been writing about them ever since. Her work has been recognized with numerous industry awards, including RWA’s prestigious RITA. Her novels have appeared on the USA Today and New York Times bestseller lists.



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Release Week Blitz - The Song of the Wild Geese

 

 

 

 

THE FIRST INSTALLMENT IN THE GEISHA WHO RAN AWAY SERIES BY INDIA MILLAR.

 

Terue. The girl who was plucked from obscurity to become the most sought after geisha in Edo’s Floating World. The geisha who was so beautiful and talented that one of the richest nobles in Japan desired her as his wife.

 

But Terue wanted more from life, and was willing to risk everything to get it. Pregnant with her lover’s child and knowing that the disgrace would mean certain death for both her and her unborn child, Terue makes the devastating choice to flee Japan on the day her daughter – Kazhua, The Geisha with the Green Eyes – was born and changes both their destinies forever.

 

 

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The Song of the Wild Geese by India Millar

Series: The Geisha Who Ran Away Book One

Genre: Adult, Historical Romance

Publisher: Red Empress Publishing

Publication Date: January 8, 2018

 

 

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Blitz Wide Giveaway!

 

To celebrate the release of THE SONG OF THE WILD GEESE by India Millar, we’re giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner!

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open internationally. One winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Red Empress Publishing.  Giveaway ends 1/11/2019 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!

 

 

 

 

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INDIA MILLAR started her career in heavy industry at British Gas and ended it in the rarefied atmosphere of the British Library. She now lives on Spain’s glorious Costa Blanca North in an entirely male dominated household comprised of her husband, a dog, and a cat. In addition to historical romances, India also writes popular guides to living in Spain under a different name. Her Romance Noir series is highlighted on her website.

 

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HELLFIRE SERIES DEAL ALERT!

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

 

The Devil You Know by Jena Gregoire
Series Hellfire Book One
Genre Adult Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance
Publisher Independent
Publication Date June 5, 2018


SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.

 

Following a drunken night together, the vampire Michael “Vegas” Tremayne takes off with no explanation, leaving Deziree Davanzati to wonder if they’d made a terrible mistake. Rather than obsess about it, Dez spends most of her time at Onyx, the rock club she owns and operates for the supernatural citizens of New York City. All are welcome-werewolves, witches, and anyone else willing to play nice while under her roof and pay their tab at the end of the night.

 

After two weeks of radio silence, Vegas returns with alarming news. For the first time in more than four centuries, there is reason to believe a pureblood demon is walking among them. They suspect someone from the the Council may be behind the creature’s return, but to what end?

 

With the Sentinel Stone missing, they’re down to the wire and don’t know who to trust. Will Dez and Vegas stop the demon in time? Or will Hell itself be unleashed upon the world?

 

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THE DEVIL YOU KNOW, the first full-length book in the Hellfire series by urban fantasy & paranormal romance author Jena Gregoire. FREE for a limited time only on Kindle & Kindle Unlimited! Get your copy today!

 

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Bestselling author JENA GREGOIRE was born and raised in New Hampshire, USA, and despite her abhorrence for any season which dares to drop to a temperature below seventy degrees, she still currently resides there with her two children and several furbabies. Always a passionate reader, her love of urban fantasy books inevitably morphed into a love of writing them. She is currently working on two series - the Hellfire series and the Executioner series.



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Freebie Blitz - The Devil You Know

 

 

 

 

 

 

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.

 

Following a drunken night together, the vampire Michael “Vegas” Tremayne takes off with no explanation, leaving Deziree Davanzati to wonder if they’d made a terrible mistake. Rather than obsess about it, Dez spends most of her time at Onyx, the rock club she owns and operates for the supernatural citizens of New York City. All are welcome-werewolves, witches, and anyone else willing to play nice while under her roof and pay their tab at the end of the night.

 

After two weeks of radio silence, Vegas returns with alarming news. For the first time in more than four centuries, there is reason to believe a pureblood demon is walking among them. They suspect someone from the the Council may be behind the creature’s return, but to what end?

 

With the Sentinel Stone missing, they’re down to the wire and don’t know who to trust. Will Dez and Vegas stop the demon in time? Or will Hell itself be unleashed upon the world? 

 

 

About the Book:

 

The Devil You Know by Jena Gregoire

Series: Hellfire Series Book One

Genre: Adult, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Independent

Publication Date: June 5, 2018

 

 

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DANCE WITH THE DEVIL, the third full-length installment in the Hellfire series is coming soon! To celebrate the upcoming release, author Jena Gregoire is sharing the first chapter!

CHAPTER ONE

 

Dez

 

“Say it again,” Dez purred. She watched his lips as he uttered the words she so longed to hear.

 

“Hot, dark, Columbian, deep inside you.” His words came out in a sensual whisper causing her mouth to water with anticipation.

 

“Mmmm,” She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, imagining the level of satisfaction in her near future. “Let’s do it now,” she begged, “come on, it’s been almost four months. I swore I would never go this long without it again.” She leveled a deadly stare at him to make sure her urgency was understood. “I need this, Vegas. My body needs this.”

 

“You’re desperate, huh?” His reply was playful.

 

“You have no idea.”

 

“Alright, but we have to take care of business first.”

 

“I got this.” A wicked smile crept across her face.

 

Coffee will have to wait just a tiny bit longer.

 

Turning her attention back to the task at hand, she fired several shots in quick succession, taking out the three possessed men currently stalking toward them across the wide expanse of the run-down warehouse building. Once, the complex had been home to a series of crystal meth labs, and in a not-so-bright maneuver, a group of demons had set up shop inside a band of tweakers. The condition of their bodies showed the drugs had taken their toll long before the demons came along, their mobility limited to a slow limp. Dez had watched plenty of demons function absolutely fine in bodies with broken necks and signs of advanced decay. Meth, on the other hand, actually did enough damage to limit their motor skills.

 

“There are two more somewhere here,” she said as she stepped over one of the fallen bodies. She could feel the presence of the other two lurking in the shadows, but the demons weren’t making any moves toward them. They were in no danger. All it would take is one command and the demons would be forced to do as she wished, which included being able to bring them to a complete standstill. However, she and Vegas both enjoyed the hunt to a certain extent, so she didn’t often use that aspect of her demon powers.

 

They had bounced from one city to another since her little brush with death in the desert. Although spending lots of alone time with Vegas had been fun, she had reached her breaking point and ached for the extravagantly comfortable life she had built for herself in New York. The novelty of sleeping in shitty roadside motels had long worn away, even if she didn’t have to spend it alone anymore.

 

Her life had changed.

 

She had changed.

 

Everything she thought she knew about who she was and where she had come from had been nothing but a pack of lies specifically designed to bring her to that fateful moment in the desert.

 

After centuries of belief that she had perished at her own hand following Dez’s birth, Catalina, her biological mother, had turned up to complete the charge set forth by the Daughters of Eris. The long-hidden sect of the witch covens had taken it upon themselves to usher in the apocalypse by way of unleashing a demon hoard onto the human plane of existence, and then to play the hero of the day by wiping them all out in one fell swoop. Dez’s blood combined with a heavy dose of celestial magic was the key to the second part of their plan and had it not been for Vegas, they would have succeeded in their mission.

 

And she’d be dead.

 

After spending some much-needed downtime at Charlie’s house to recuperate, she and Vegas had both become rather antsy, desperate for some normalcy. The pair set out on the road, having already sent Kade back home, and had been hunting ever since. They had come to grips with the fact that hunting demons would have to be part of their daily lives, but it had become their entire life. This last stop━a shitty little New Hampshire town made most famous by its mass production of methamphetamine━had Dez craving the comforts of home and a cup of coffee from the best café the city that never sleeps had to offer.

 

“I won’t even make you go out and get it for me,” she informed him. “We can just stop on the way home. We’ll stock up on coffee and those little cranberry cake things.”

 

“Those are good,” he agreed.

 

“Yes, they really are. See? You’re getting excited. I knew it.”

 

“Dez,” he replied, “I never said I wasn’t excited about the prospect of going home, or that I can’t be swayed by promises of the smoothest coffee in existence. I’m excited.”

 

“You don’t sound excited.” Glass smashed in a room down the hall pulling their attention away from a conversation which was going nowhere fast. The small betrayal of their location was all Dez needed to finish the job. She swiftly moved toward a small row of rooms along the southern wall of the structure. The boarded-up windows enclosed what she assumed were small offices once upon a time. As she passed and cleared each one, she could see that as of late, the small rooms were being used as labs, each used to cook meth. All of the rooms contained glass bottles over burners, which were connected by clear, plastic tubing. She recognized the basic setup from news broadcasts about meth labs being raided by police in the city over the last few years. As she crept from room to room, she noticed that none of the labs were active. The overwhelming smell of rubbing alcohol slammed into her with every doorway she stepped to, each room taking her breath away and making her eyes water. She couldn’t imagine living with or anywhere near that odor. Not for the first time, she found herself questioning why anyone would choose this brand of drug production to make their money. The acrid odor aside, the chemicals required to cook meth are notoriously unstable, most meth lab raids either resulting in or a byproduct of the lab exploding.

 

As Dez neared the end of the row of offices, she pushed her senses out into the ether. She fully expected to find the hate-fueled presence of two demon minds just beyond one of the nearby doors. Instead, she found the same dull hum she had encountered previously. At close range, drug-addled or not, the demons’ psychic energy should have been unmistakable. She started to wonder if demons weren’t the only creatures she was going to bump into in the filthy warehouse building.

 

Dez signaled to Vegas, indicating she wanted him directly in front of the doorway when they opened the door. She would open the door from the side, and he would be there to cover her, just in case anything particularly nasty decided it was a good day to test its luck.

 

She reached for the door handle. Loud enough so she was sure the room’s inhabitants heard her, she yelled out.

 

“Don’t move!” Any demons inside would be forced to follow her command. Anyone else would probably just assume she was a cop. She turned the knob of the door as silently as she could and pushed it. The door hinges creaked as it swung into the office.

 

“It’s clear,” Vegas said.

 

“Definitely not empty, though,” Dez replied tapping her index finger to her temple reminding him that she had felt the presence of two minds in the room. She brought her gun up in front of her and crept into the room. She quickly spun around making sure there was nothing hiding behind the door. With the exception of the large wooden desk serving as a table for the cook operation, the room was empty. She was about to close her eyes and reach out into the ether again when a tiny movement pulled her attention downward. The small gap at the bottom edge of the desk revealed a delicate human foot, and whoever it was attached to was trying their best to pull it back in hopes of not being seen. Dez pointed her gun at the wooden panel covering the front of the desk.

 

“Since the particular people I’m looking for wouldn’t be able to move right now, I’m guessing you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Dez tried to keep her voice calm and pleasant, which sounded completely at odds with the words coming out of her mouth. “I have a loaded sidearm pointed directly at where I assume your head would be, and if I think for one second you’re about to do anything stupid, I’ll pull the trigger. Come on out of there, nice and slow.”

 

There was a rustling noise under the table and a small hand gripped the edge. The dirt-caked fingernails were chewed to the quick. The delicate pixie face peering back at her, framed by disheveled brown and honey-blonde streaked hair, was not what Dez had expected. The girl’s eyes were bright blue, not that different from her own, and clear of any demons, supernatural or otherwise. Aside from her clothes being covered in dust, she was clean. Whoever she was, she didn’t appear to be the type to frequent a meth lab. Not anymore, at least. The girl’s slender arms hung at her sides, tiny pale scars the only remaining evidence of long-since healed track marks betraying her past addiction.

 

“Heroin?” Dez asked. The girl self-consciously grabbed her arm, covering the scars, and nodded her head slightly, never taking her frightened eyes off of Dez’s gun.

 

“But you’re clean, right?” The girl nodded again, a nervous twitch to her movements. “Then what are you doing here?” The girl opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Vegas interrupted her.

 

“You’re not alone.” The girl turned her attention to him, her eyes widened with alarm and recognition, and she nervously shook her head. She hesitantly glanced down and waved her hand to someone unseen. More rustling and another set of tiny hands led the arrival of another girl. The new girl’s hair was dyed black, her lighter brown roots grown out far enough for Dez to know it’d been a long time since she’d seen the inside of a salon. She was in far worse shape, her gaunt appearance assuring she wouldn’t be a poster child for walking the rocky road to sobriety any time soon. Her hands twitched and she started lightly scratching her neck, probably without even thinking about it. She was younger than the first girl, but not by much if Dez had to guess. She lowered her gun and nodded to Vegas for him to do the same. Both girls relaxed but only slightly.

 

“How long have you been clean?” She posed the question to the older girl, knowing the question was wasted on the younger one.

 

“I just got my one-year chip,” the girl replied, referring to a milestone for many in addiction recovery programs.

 

“What are you doing here? A meth lab isn’t exactly a good place for a recovering addict to be spending their time.”

 

“This is my little sister’s best friend. I came here looking for her. I knew this is where she comes to buy. When no one had seen her in a few days, I figured this is where she had ended up. We’ve been stuck here since yesterday morning.” She paused for a moment, then her tone completely changed, as if she were just waking up. “Were they zombies? I didn’t believe zombies were really possible, but those were zombies, right? Those things definitely looked like zombies. We hid in here when we saw them. Her mom would kill me if I got her turned into a zombie. Did you know zombies were a thing?” Her words came out in a rush, the tangle of thoughts spilling out of her.

 

“They’re gone,” Vegas answered.

 

“But that’s what they were, right? Zombies?”

 

“Not exactly,” Dez replied, “but arguably similar. How many of them did you see when you came in here?”

 

“Three, I think.” Dez turned toward Vegas and flipped the switch. She let her demon senses take over. She felt once more for any other presences in the building. She blinked her eyes, returning them to their normal icy blue, and an excited smile spread across her face.

 

“That’s all of them. You know what that means.”

 

“Time to go home,” Vegas responded, his own smile matching hers. Dez turned back to the girls.

 

“So, what’s the plan here? Are you taking her back to her parents?”

 

“Yes but I know someone who might be able to secure her a bed at a good rehab center up north. They helped me sober up and my counselor there might be able to help her. I’ll get her home and make some phone calls.” Dez pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, opened her address book, and selected the icon to add a new record.

 

“What are your names?”

 

“Tessa,” the older girl replied, her voice shaking, “and this is Kaitlyn.”

 

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Dez and this is Michael. Tessa, what’s your phone number?” Dez typed in the digits as the girl read them off and clicked the save button before tucking her phone back in her pocket. “I’m going to check in with you soon, just to make sure you’re okay. If you ever need anything, anything at all, look me up at Onyx in New York City. Can you remember that? Onyx?”

 

“Yes, Onyx. Got it.” Her reply was polite, but the look in her eyes said she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

 

“I’ll help you out in any way I can, you just have to promise to keep that shit out of your veins. It kills people. There are much better things you can be doing with your time than pumping your body full of that shit. If you find yourself in a rut, I can give you work. There is no situation you don’t have a way out of. Consider me your get-out-of-jail-free card. Use it if you need it. Are you okay to get home or do you need a ride?”

 

“Um, no, we’re okay. I can get us home, I mean. Can I, um, ask a question?”

 

“Of course.” The girl turned her attention toward Vegas before continuing.

 

“Are you a vampire?” She stumbled a bit on the last word.

 

“I am,” he answered, no point in attempting to hide his true nature. His golden eyes instantly gave him away, but the girl had to ask.

 

“He’s not what you pictured?” Des asked.

 

“I don’t know. I thought you’d be paler or something.” She stared at Vegas for a moment before speaking again. “And, if they weren’t zombies, what were those guys?”

 

Dez looked to Vegas for guidance. Without any words necessary, his eyes conveyed his feelings. He felt the same way she did. How much she knew was up to Tessa at this point. The girl had seen and been through enough. If it earned her anything, it was the truth.

 

“How much do you want to know?”

 

“Just the basics, I guess.”

 

“They were demons. Well, people possessed by demons.” The girl stared in thought for a moment before responding.

 

“Demons?” Dez nodded, surprised by the girl’s lack of panic. “Wow. Bummer. Alright, well, we’re going to go home now. I’m starving and I’ve had enough weird for one day.” She quickly looked to Vegas. “No offense.”

 

“None taken.”

 

“Before you leave, what’s the name of my bar?”

 

“Onyx, and it’s in New York.”

 

“Good. Okay, be safe.” Tessa took Kaitlyn by the arm and guided her out from behind the desk. The pair hurried out the door toward the exit of the building. Dez watched them go as she and Vegas strolled toward the same exit. She couldn’t imagine losing herself to an addiction, but over the centuries, she’d watched it happen to countless numbers. She watched it ruin lives and tear families apart. But there was something in Tessa’s eyes, a spark she didn’t want to see extinguished like so many before her. Tessa had hope. She’d recovered from an addiction that could have taken her life at any time, and now her path could lead anywhere.

 

“Are we taking in strays now?” Vegas cocked his eyebrow at her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

 

“No strays, smartass.”

 

“I know, I’m just playing with you. I think what you offered is sweet. I just don’t know where it came from. You don’t like people.”

 

“I don’t know. There is just something about her. Call it a gut feeling.”

 

“Good enough,” he replied, pulling her closer briefly to place a light kiss on her forehead.

 

“So, dark roast?”

 

“For starters, I am thinking a perfect cup of medium roast. Then, maybe a mocha latte or a classic cappuccino.”

 

“You’re going to be bouncing off the walls of the penthouse,” he said as they strolled toward the exit.

 

“I can think of a few ways to burn off the extra energy.”

 

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About Jena Gregoire:

 

Bestselling author JENA GREGOIRE was born and raised in New Hampshire, USA, and despite her abhorrence for any season which dares to drop to a temperature below seventy degrees, she still currently resides there with her two children and several furbabies. Always a passionate reader, her love of urban fantasy books inevitably morphed into a love of writing them. She is currently working on two series – the Hellfire series and the Executioner series.

 

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Release Blitz! Winter Fire (Coldharbour Chronicles #3) Richard Amos!

 

 

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Good Morning, Readers! Thanks for joining us today as we celebrate the release of Winter Fire – the 3rd book in the Coldharbour Chronicles by Richard Amos! Enjoy!

 

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Winter Fire by Richard Amos
Series Coldharbour Chronicles Book three
Genre Adult Urban Fantasy & Paranormal Romance
Publisher Independent
Publication Date December 7, 2018


Out of the frying pan, into the damn inferno!

Who is the white eye guy? How can Jake Winter save the city of Coldharbour from its curse? So many questions, yet still no answers. And then there is the whole complication with Dean…

 

Evil is rising…

Lilisian, the beast Supreme, is free. Worst luck! Jake Winter and his friends are desperate to stop her, but she hasn’t been seen since her last brief appearance. All over the city ritual sacrifices are taking place, praising her name, her followers waiting for her to fully rise to her true power.

 

The clock is ticking…

Jake has to kill Lilisian. There’s no two ways about it. If she is restored to her deadly glory, she’ll be a threat like no other beast he has faced yet. But life is always far from easy. Lilisian has a pet that she has just let off the leash…

When a dragon takes to the skies of Coldharbour, Jake will need to summon all his strength before everything he is trying to protect goes down in flames…

A dark urban fantasy tale with kick-ass action and slow-burn m/m romance.


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Winter Fire is the 3rd book in the Coldharbour Chronicles.

 

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1 Winter Rising
2 Winter Shadows
3 Winter Fire

 



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“What the hell was that?” I yelped.


“My fucking car!” Greg boomed.


Yeah, maybe he should start using old bangers for patrols.


A deep keening came from the dark road, my sparks spitting in reaction to the horrible, mournful sound. Through the messed-up windscreen, I could see something pale moving in the dark.


I opened my door, my friends doing the same.


“Okay,” Nay drawled. “This is a new one.”


The first thing I noticed about the white creature was the pear shape of its body—small head and upper region, a swollen lower region. Its arms were tiny, like a T-Rex, and the paleness of its skin was as white as freshly fallen snow.


The creature howled in despair.


The second thing I noticed, which I couldn’t quite believe, were the coal eyes, the carrot nose, and the black blobs down its front in a straight line that looked like buttons.


“I’m asleep, right?” I said.


“That can’t be a carrot,” Greg added.


What differentiated this beast from being a cute snowman on the front lawn was the wide mouth that almost split its small head in half. There were no lips, just lines of black and rows of black shards ready to rip flesh from bone.


And it had legs—two kangaroo-looking pins.


I sighed. “I’m so not in the bloody mood for this.”


Nay had her phone up, quickly scanning the beast into the app she’d created regarding beast knowledge.


The beast whined, taking some steps back.


I approached.


“Careful,” Greg said, jutting a muscular arm out to halt me. “Don’t ever get sucked into the scaredy-cat crap, mate.”


There were no amber ribbons of light to see around the snowman—an indication of beast fear to my eyes.


Another howl of sorrow.


“That’s not snow,” Dean said. “Can you smell that?”


“What?” I wondered.


“Lilies.”


I sniffed deep. There, on the cold air, I could smell the sweet scent of funeral homes. “I hate lilies.”


“Me too.”


The snowman howled once more and pounced. Bloody hell! It went high on those bouncy legs. It came crashing down on the Mercedes, caving in the roof.

Greg roared and threw himself at the snowman. His fist met solidity, the side of the beast cracking ever so slightly under the power of his punch. With swiftness I wasn’t expecting, the beast kicked Greg in the chest and sent him sprawling on the asphalt.


It leapt into the air, aiming its body right for me. Crap. I rolled in time to avoid the crushing of my bones.


Nay threw a potion vial. It exploded into a green fire, spiraling around the freaky creature, but failing to do anything. The snowman jumped into a dropkick. Nay was quick to avoid a hit … just.


Greg was fuming, thankfully unhurt for now. He’d feel it when the rage cooled down.


“Get on Dean’s shoulders!” Nay called.


“What?”


Dean’s head was between my legs, and I was lifted into the air. He held me by the thighs, and my dick throbbed inappropriately at the firmness of his grip.


The snowman was bouncing after Greg, who was calling it every name under the sun as he swung punches and avoided getting kicked again.


Nay ran to me and Dean. “Ready?”


I swallowed. “For what?”


“Dean’s gonna throw you.”


“I am?” Dean said.


“I thought we were on the same page seeing you’re between his legs.”


I blushed.


“Didn’t want to debate it,” Dean replied. “I just did it.”


God! Could he feel my boner on the back of his head? I wanted to get down.


You mean go down!


Stupid inner voice! This was not the time for this bollocks.


“Throw him, and I’ll aim him for the head,” Nay said.


“Oh, my God!”


Dean squeezed my thighs a little tighter.


“I’ve got a spell that should work.”


Greg got in a nice smack to the beast’s solid belly, a fracture line appearing across the white. The snowman howled and bounced away some feet, hopping from foot to foot once it was back on the ground.


“Should?” Dean said.


“We have one shot at this,” Nay answered. “While Greg’s pissing it off.”


Oh, shit.


“You ready, Jake?” Dean asked.


No. “Y-yes.”


“Get those hands ready,” Nay said. “You’re gonna have to work fast.”


“If I miss?”


“Don’t.”


Dean straightened and started to walk toward the beast.


“You fuck with my car, I fuck you up!” Greg roared. “Come on! Let’s be having ya!”


“In three,” Nay said, “charge and throw.”


Bloody hell! My lips were dry, my stomach doing loops. I could barely hear her counting or feel the speed of Dean’s charge.


Before I could blink, I was flying through the air at the snowman beast made of marble, magic tickling at my belly from Nay’s spell. If I missed, I’d smash my teeth out, break my nose and basically be a mess on the floor and then be kicked away or stomped on, a mushy mess of—


My hands were on the snowman’s head. Another part of me, the non-neurotic quarter—a.k.a. wannabe bad-arse—had taken over.


The terrible keening rang in my ears before the silence engulfed me in the place of beast essence.


Killing touch delivered, I enjoyed the sensation of feeding and did my best to hide the raging boner in my jeans. What with Dean having been in close proximity, and the fact that killing beasts made me inexplicably horny, it was straining to escape the confines of denim.


You can stay where you bloody well are! I told it.


Once my composure was restored to a degree of normality, I took in the scene. Greg’s car was completely written off. No way were we going home in the comfy, new Mercedes.


Greg was raging. He ripped off a wing mirror and smashed it on the road, proceeding to do the same to the other one.


“Thanks, Karla,” Nay said into her phone and hung up. “Mr. Douglas is coming to pick us up.”


“Motherfuckingbullshithellbollocks!” Greg boomed.


“Nice work, you two,” Nay said.


I didn’t realize Dean was standing next to me. I turned to look at him to find he was staring right at me.


I offered him a smile, and he averted his gaze.


My shoulders sagged. A good old curl-up under the duvet, with the world being shut away, was just what I needed.


And a cold shower.


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RICHARD AMOS is an author from England who is constantly lost in the worlds he writes about, and the ones in the queue yet to be written. He also has more books in his house than anything else, and is never without a book (and chocolate) in his hands when he's not writing. He's a proud nerd who loves to dance. Hard. Richard writes kick-ass Urban Fantasy with gay male protagonists, all with good doses of action, adventure and m/m romance. He also writes High Fantasy.

 

 

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