Thursday, 17 September 2020

Mating the Succubus Tour and Giveaway!

 


Mating the Succubus 
Takers Book 2 
by Lorien Lyn 
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy 


Half-breed succubus Shia Hawley thrives in hunting down rogue paranormal threats as a bounty huntress. That is, until she was infected with wolf blood by an obsessive shifter. Now on a mission to find a cure, she takes matter into her own hands to bring down her enemies.

Werewolf Enforcer Jaxon Rayes is a natural defender when it comes to protecting others, including the feisty succubus. From the moment he shared a kiss with Shia, she literally took his breath away. The alluring beauty fascinates him unlike anyone, and he's determined to help and win her over.

As they spend more time together, Shia begins to rely on the shifter for more than just safety. Being close to him stirs up a wild hunger she can't seemed to contain. But as their sexual attraction grows, so does the danger surrounding them. Can Jaxon keep them both alive before their enemy attacks and her infection escalates out of control? 

 

With his face only inches away, she could practically lick perspiration off his upper lip. Delectable full, firm lips to die for. The temptation to kiss him rocked through her, but she knew one taste was far too dangerous.

“I've wanted to do this since you've stepped through the door.”

“Jax—”

He crushed his lips over hers and delved his tongue into her mouth, stroking her with a sense of ardent hunger. Her breath heaved out at the delicious assault, and then replaced it with a deep-throaty moan. She lost all focus and melted into him when he captured her face between his palms.

Christ, she wanted him badly.

The moment he angled his head to the side and ravished her lips with a groan, nothing else mattered except having him. Compelled with lust, her defense walls lowered instantly, and a rush of power charged through her blood, making her feminine parts throb with desperate need.

Feed. Take. Kill.

Stop! You have to control it. Shia jerked her head away and sucked air into her lungs, taking a mouthful at a time. The heave in her chest rose and fell, but Jaxon didn't slow down. He pressed forward and attempted to kiss her again.

“Don't,” she bit out. Any longer and she'd have drained all of his energy. At this rate, he'd be lucky to get through without even a scratch.



Claiming the Succubus 
Takers Book 1 


Being a Succubus has its perks…until the hunter becomes the hunted.

For half-breed succubus Ava Hawley, hunting supernatural foes is worth all the risks and rewards. But when a wolf shifter is responsible for kidnapping her sister, the mission becomes personal. Ava is ordered to track down the bad boy and turn him over to her boss. That is, until she meets the dangerously sexy shifter and realizes her charm—the kiss of death—is no match for the charms of her opponent.

Alpha werewolf Killian Reid is on the run from a demon mistress, but someone else is on his tail—a stunning seductress with more sex appeal than any woman ought to have. And Killian can't resist her. Proving his innocence will be a challenge, but with every moment that he spends with her, Ava’s self-control weakens. And as their attraction grows, she knows she’ll have to rely on the shifter she'd been sent to capture, or they’ll both become victims to another predator… 





As an enthusiast of action-packed movies like John Wick and Underworld, I love exciting and engaging plots. Throw in some steamy scenes with a twist of suspense, and I’m all for it. This is where my inspiration came from with my Takers Series. Alpha heroes are my favorite, but I also really like female-led characters that are smart, fierce and imperfect.
When not writing, I’m always down to trying new foodies or out scavenging for home good deals. One thing I can't get enough of is coffee, especially during my editing phase. I love connecting with readers, so drop by my website and say hello. 





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The White Field #Blitz

 

 

Crime Fiction, Urban Fiction, Noir, Drama

Release Date: September 18, 2020

Publisher: TouchPoint Press


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The White Field is a fast-paced journey of a man, Tom, fresh out of prison and trying desperately to rebuild his life. But he is caught by mysterious, unseen forces beyond his knowledge or control. After his release from prison, he is dropped back into the world in the wastelands of the city. In the menial work afforded the underclass, he begins his new life among characters at the edges of society, dwellers of the netherworld such as Raphael, a former cop from Mexicali singing Spanish arias in the mists of the industrial night among drug addicts and crooked cops; Tony, a stoner scholar with an encyclopedic knowledge of history based solely on the intricate study of rock and roll; and Larry, the bloated, abusive manager trapped as much as his workers in a world of tedium and repetition and machines. Think, The Three Stooges on acid. Unable to reconnect with what’s left of his family, Tom embarks on a criminal path more harrowing than the one that led him to prison in the first place. Lured in by the nefarious, Thane, he slips into a plan that will leave him with no way back. And with no place left in this world to go but prison, he makes one last run for freedom. Will he escape?

 

Praise for The White Field:

 

“The White Field is a rabid yet tender odyssey into the oscillating abyss of an ex- convict degenerating into redemption. Cole writes with haunting splendor, illuminating the dreams of the doomed.” —Matthew Dexter, author of The Ritalin Orgy

 

“Author Douglas Cole’s breakneck prose places us squarely in the hectic mind of a man influenced from all sides, seeking a life free from fear. The result is a stunning narrative that is simultaneously frightening and familiar.” —Kerri Farrell Foley, Managing Editor Crack The Spine.


 

 

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I walked into the sun. It seared the road and the rooftops, intense, blinding. I went up Eighty-Eighth Street through the homes and the old elms with their heavy summer growth and darkness along their limbs, light strobing through the shadows. I knew someone might recognize me. They might even call the police. But I couldn’t resist. I was free, now. Nobody could touch me.

Only those who cared, and by now there were none, would have known my release date. My wife may have known. At one time, I imagined her writing it on a wall calendar, marking off each day leading up to it with a big, black X. But I knew I’d fallen far from her thoughts.

I couldn’t be sure of my children, though. They were so young when I went in they could have forgotten all about me. My wife had remarried. Very likely they called her new husband daddy. Very likely, they thought he was. Events had erased me. After all, I’d made no contact. And while I had no idea what my wife might have told them, unless she’d changed in ways I couldn’t foresee, I knew she’d tell them the truth if they asked and say nothing if they didn’t. At worst, they believed I was dead.

And that life seemed like something unreal. There were no traces of it around here. But my sense of time was way off. From counting, literally, minutes as they passed, I went into a vast timeless trancezone where whole years vanished. In the midst of this, I reemerged from time to time to peer into my little cell of life with seconds hanging like drops of water on a window ledge and refusing to fall. But now, walking this street, I was the last person anyone around here was expecting to see.

So, as I went up Eighty-Eighth to the old house, I had this strange feeling that I was invisible. In the dusk light, I saw the windows of the houses blazing. Commuters on their way home shot by and curved around the meridians in the intersections, their faces steel traps that snapped and flashed mirror eyes and grim lips and frenzy, frenzy for home, motion so fast they blurred into tracer ribbons. And the sun only cloaked me that much more. Even my shadow was a rail.

And I heard it, that high tension ping, like my own past ringing from the driveway and those days when I was a kid, too, playing into evening as our faces disappeared in the darkness with only the square of the backboard above and the black sphere of the ball and the heat and breath of the other players around me. Then I saw them, three boys playing basketball in the driveway. One was a tall gangly kid with long black hair and ripped jeans and a T-shirt with the word ENEMY printed on it. Another kid stood beside him, but the light made it hard to see his features. Then, the ball landed on the rim, bounced up, arced over to the other side of the rim, hung there suspended in the net for a moment and then dropped through. The third boy stood back from his shot with his hands on his hips, breathing hard, turning his head slowly as I saw, I swear, my own face there in front of me.

With a brow of concentration like a hawk’s predatory gaze, he looked at me as our eyes locked for an eternal moment that I thought carried some recognition, but the moment changed before I could read it.

Then, I was passing on, and my son returned to his game.


About the Author

Douglas Cole has published six collections of poetry, a novella and has a novel, The White Field, coming out in September with Touchpoint Press. His work has appeared in several anthologies as well as The Chicago Quarterly Review, The Galway Review, Bitter Oleander, Louisiana Literature and Slipstream. He has been nominated twice for a Pushcart and Best of the Net and received the Leslie Hunt Memorial Prize in Poetry. He lives and teaches in Seattle. His website is https://douglastcole.com/.

 

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Dandelion Anthologies #Coming Soon

 


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Something for everyone, each of these stories tells of love in all its forms.

 

Inked by Tracy Lorraine! #Cover Reveal

 

 


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It's cover reveal day for Inked by Tracy Lorraine! Check out this hot new cover. 
Inked is a Rebel Ink / Driven world crossover novel and is part of K. Bromberg's KB Worlds. 

Release - October 15th 
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Model - Shane Williams

Some might say I'm running... I say I’m embarking on the life I’ve always dreamed of. It’s all I have left.

LA is everything I hoped it would be—a distraction from the life I’m desperate to escape. Fresh air and a fresh start. A chance to rediscover myself.

But before I can do that, I discover her.

Harlow Winters. She falls into my lap, and everything changes.

The artist in me recognizes her beauty. The broken man relates to the darkness threatening to consume her.

Suddenly, the future isn’t quite as daunting.

I’m trying to escape my past... but she refuses to let hers go.

With the scars of our past inked onto our skin and tattooed on our hearts, can we salvage a future under the weight of our memories, or will they crush us both?

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Wednesday, 16 September 2020

Shale Controversy Tour and Giveaway!

 


The Shale Controversy 
by Ian Dexter Palmer 
Genre: Environmental Nonfiction 


The Shale Controversy assesses the pros and cons of the shale revolution. Written for lay readers as well as experts, the book lists the personal benefits of cheap gas and oil as well as the trade balance achieved for the United States. On a global scale, cheap energy has lifted millions of people into the middle class. 

But there are downsides of the revolution. One is the threat, present and future, of earthquakes in connection with drilling of shale wells. The biggest downside may be the threat of global warming –attributed to greenhouse gases from the burning of fossil fuels, including shale-oil and shale-gas. 

Australia is a poster-child for global warming and Dr Palmer in 2019 drove past kangaroos killed by a severe drought that turned into the worst wildfires in a century in late 2019. He also visited the corals being bleached by global warming in an otherwise pristine part of the Great Barrier Reef near Cairns. 

This leads Dr. Palmer’s thoughts to the immense challenges faced by oil and gas companies. Should they cut back on drilling and fracking, and by how much? Dr. Palmer rounds out the book with solutions to avoid potential disasters that that the experts insist are coming at us fast. 

Praise for The Shale Controversy 

“Despite having been in oil and gas for over ten years, I’ve always struggled with how to simplify the complexities of the industry. Dr. Palmer has done it in his book. It is thorough, fact rich, fair and easy to follow. If you want to explore the big questions, better understand the issues and decisions associated with powering our world, this book is a must read.” 

-- Mark Madison, Managing member, Absolute Oil+Gas. 

“Dr. Palmer presents a balanced, informed, and captivating overview of the shale oil and gas revolution in the 21st century. The reader is given a clear understanding of shale fracking and the impact on the environment, earthquakes, and global warming as well as the economic benefits.” 

-- John Cameron, Well Completions Consultant. 

“The author of this book will take you on a fascinating journey from the risks and benefits of fracking, to an examination of an undeniable threat and dilemma faced by mankind – all a part of the twenty first century shale gas and oil revolution. The book offers valuable ideas for solutions to the problems.” 

-- Ion Ispas, Associate Professor, Texas Tech University, Lubbock, TX. 






Ian Palmer has a Ph.D. in cosmic rays and spent thirty years as a petroleum engineer, consulting around the world. He gives entertaining talks on fracking, shale-gas, earthquakes, and global warming. He now lives and hikes in the Mountains of New Mexico. 





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Losing Forever by Tara Gallina #Blitz

 

Losing Forever
Tara Gallina
(The Forever Series, #6)
Publication date: September 17th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Healing doesn’t happen overnight. Neither does falling in love.

Braylee

Frankenstein has nothing on this twenty-year-old. Okay. Maybe a few more stitches in a few more places but we both were sewn back together.

A year and a half ago, I lost my family in an accident that left me scarred inside and out and with a sizable inheritance I refuse to spend. Money can’t bring me happiness. No touch can bring me comfort, and desire—forget it. Who’s going to want me like this?

That’s what I thought until Grayson came into my life.

The ex-baseball star has a list of home runs on the field and off. He’s all wrong for me, possibly broken beyond repair. I can’t help him. I’m still trying to fix myself.

But when he’s near, parts of me spark back to life. And when he looks at me, I feel like my old self or a version of her.

How wrong would it be to pursue this thing between us? Could I handle it? Should I bother finding out?

Grayson

Damaged? Me? Maybe a little. Fine,a lot. But I’ve been through some shit.

It’s not every day you find out your dad’s a liar and a criminal who launders money for the mafia. Trust issues are only one of my problems. Trouble has a way of finding me or maybe I create it. I turned down an offer to play in MLB and quit the game.

At twenty-two, I’m a walking disaster, which is fine as long as I keep my guard up and don’t bring anyone into my mess.

That was the plan until Braylee entered my life.

How can someone who’s lost so much face the world with more strength than I have in my batting arm? I want to devour her and shelter her at the same time.

I’m trying to be good. But that’s never worked for me in the past, especially when all I want to do is tear down her walls, her clothes, and anything else she’s hiding behind.

*Spin-off to The Forever Series. Standalone.

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Braylee anchors herself to the seat beside mine as I drive the boat. Salty air blasts my face and blows my hair back. The water is only a little choppy. Fluffy clouds break up the blue sky and cross over the sun, blocking the direct rays and making the temperature bearable. In short, it’s a perfect day, made even more perfect because of the beautiful girl beside me.

We hit a wave and the boat catches air. My stomach drops a little. Braylee belts out a laugh. She does it every time the boat takes flight then lands. I love the sound, could listen to her laughing all day. Her smile is infectious and breathtaking, her lips the desire of every male, especially this male.

I shouldn’t think about her in this way. We’re friends. It’s what she wants, and I’m going to do my best to give it to her.

With one hand, she clutches the bar in front of her seat and uses the other to secure her hat to her head. A long-sleeved white beach dress covers her top half but shows off her amazing legs, even part of her ass when she stands. Although I love that, I hate that she has to cover up at all to protect her scars from the sun and that she worries about them so much.

Braylee leans toward me and says something I can’t quite decipher.

I slow the boat to hear her over the engine. “What was that?”

“How far is this island?” She sounds a little out of breath, and it’s sexy as hell on her sweet voice. Pink tints her cheeks from either the sun or the windburn.

Guilt punches me in the stomach. I shouldn’t have gone so far out into the Gulf. She was laughing and having fun. I wanted to continue showing her a good time.

“The island is back by the coast. This was a joyride for your benefit. I’ve never heard you laugh this much or seen such a big smile on your face. I wanted you to have more. Sorry.”

She relaxes into the seat as I slow the boat more and make a wide turn. “Why are you sorry? I love that you kept going for me.” She touches her flushed cheeks. “I haven’t laughed this much in…” her delicate features pinch, “a while.”

This might be a mistake to point out, but… “Your cheeks are red. I hope they’re not sunburned.”

Her face lights up. “They are? Maybe I’ll get a little color.” At my confused expression, she adds, “I don’t mind getting sun on my body, just not on my scars. I have to be careful. When the sun darkens them, it takes time and lots of scar cream to get them to lighten again.” She glances at her torso and folds her arm across her waist in a protective way.

“Do you feel okay?” I eye her stomach. “I can go faster if you’re feeling seasick.” I straighten the boat and speed up enough to make the ride steady versus rocking. “Better?”

She swings her legs and faces me in the seat. “I’m not seasick.” Nervousness shines in her eyes, and she tucks her chin. Seconds pass before she lifts her face, her expression determined. “I have scars. On my stomach. No one knows except for my doctors, and my aunt. And now you.” She studies me.

Gauging my reaction? If she expects me to be repulsed, she’s wrong.

I give her a soft grin. “Thank you for sharing that with me. But I assure you, nothing you say or do or have on that incredible body of yours could ever be a turnoff. You’re too beautiful, and if someone can’t see that, then they don’t deserve your attention.”

She blinks, and her eyes fill with tears.

Fuck. I screwed that up? I slow the boat and put it in neutral, so I can hold her.

The boat rocks with small waves as I close the short distance between us and pull her into my arms. She comes willingly and feels so perfect and delicate against me, I don’t ever want to let her go. She smells like heaven and strawberry fields.

Her hat falls to the deck, but she doesn’t seem to care. Instead, she buries her face into my chest and cries, her slight frame shaking. I kiss the top of her head, my lips brushing her soft, wavy hair. “I’m so sorry, Braylee. I can’t believe I made you cry. I’m a dick who doesn’t know how to communicate clearly. Whatever I said that upset you, please forgive me.” I cup the back of her head, my fingers weaving through her silky hair. “Please don’t cry.”

Each snivel is like a knife to my chest. I’d rather be stabbed with a dull blade multiple times than listen to her cry like this.

Finally, her breathing slows. Her head lifts and she looks at me. Tears streak her rosy cheeks and glisten in her light-blue eyes. She doesn’t move away, not minding that I have her tucked up against me.

“You aren’t a dick.” She raises her hand that’s sandwiched between us and wipes her nose. “That’s not why I’m crying.”

I touch her face and run a thumb across her moist cheek. “What is it then?”

The boat rocks beneath us, but I keep her close, bracing myself against the motion and keeping us from stumbling around.

“What you said.” She catches her breath as if to stop another onslaught of tears. “I never thought I’d hear that from anyone, least of all you. You’re so charming and talented and beautiful and to hear you say that about me…it was a lot. A good lot, but still a lot. Thank you.”

She’s thanking me for being honest? “I know you don’t know me that well, which is no fault of yours. I’m the distant ass who needs to work on his friendship skills, but if you knew me—once you know me—you’ll see I’m honest, bluntly so, especially when it’s something I’m passionate about. So don’t thank me. All I did was tell you the truth.”

One corner of her mouth lifts with a faint smile. She glances at my chest and her eyes get big. “I soaked you.” Her delicate fingers wipe my wet skin.

I chuckle. “It’s fine. You can soak my chest anytime.” I catch her gaze and hold it. “I mean it. We’re friends, and friends are there for each other when they need them.”

“Do you hold all your friends this closely? Not that I’m complaining.”

What the what? Is Braylee flirting with me? The smirk that tugs my lips is automatic. “Baby, you’re a special friend who gets special privileges. Groping my chest is also one of the privileges, should you feel the need.” I wink, and she laughs, all musical and sweet. Best sound ever.

Author Bio:

Tara Gallina is the author of the NA romance The Forever Series, and the YA retelling Fated to Die. She writes and reads romance in a variety of genres but has a soft spot for retellings.

She believes in fairies, true love, and happily ever after. When she's not writing, she loves to visit gardens, European castles, and Caribbean beaches. She's passionate about interior design, obsessed with throw pillows, is addicted to vinegar, favors the color pink, and only drinks wine that tastes like melted sugar.

She grew up in a small town by the beach but soon after moved to Orlando, Florida with her patient hubs, two older sons, and two fur-babies. With local theme parks like Disney World and Harry Potter, it's no wonder her life is filled with fantasy and make believe.

Daily needs: sunshine, laughter, morning coffee, family.
Daily wants: castle, English accent, princess hair, anti-age venom.

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Conversations With the Past #Blitz

 


 How to Let Go of the Past, Redefine Your Present, and Create a Positive Future

Non Fiction / Self-help

Date Published: Sept 17

Publisher: Rainbow Ridge


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There are no accidents in this life—and the more aware we become, the more we’re able discover the patterns that challenge, elevate, and enlighten us. In "Conversations with the Past," Dr. Aura Imbarus delves into many of the profound experiences she’s had over the years—from emotional breakdowns to spiritually elevated states—in order to help people discover and understand their own purpose in life. Through this exploration, we will all be inspired to examine our own lives and take the necessary steps to enhance our happiness and well-being.

Emotional, physical, and spiritual experiences are all part of the intricate, interwoven tapestry of existence. And though it may sometimes feel like finding our life’s purpose is difficult and elusive, Dr. Imbarus demonstrates how it can, and will, be revealed to the curious mind and willing hear.

 

 About the Author

Dr. Aura Imbarus is an awarded educator, freelance journalist, motivational speaker, and author of the critically acclaimed Amazon best-seller and Pulitzer Prize entry, Out of the Transylvania Night: A Story of Tyranny, Freedom, Love and Identity (Bettie Youngs Books, 2010), a memoir detailing her life in Romania during the Communist regime and an upcoming self-help book, Conversations with the Past: A Journey Home (Rainbow Ridge Books, August 2020).

She is also the President and Founder of See Beyond Media, a company focusing on adolescents’ challenges in the 21st century, having as its launching platform See Beyond Magazine (www.seebeyondmag.com).  See Beyond Media also offers life coaching and author coaching (www.seebeyondmedia.com).

Dr. Imbarus has a BA in Foreign Languages; MA in American and British Studies and a PhD in World Humanities. Since 1998, she has been teaching high school and college level classes in So. Cal. Dr. Imbarus is a licensed hypnotherapist, having trained with Dr. Brian Weiss and Dr. Wanita Holmes.

She was featured on NBC, ABC, CNBC, Good Morning San Diego, Forbes Romania, etc.

In 2019, she received President’s Volunteer Service Award signed by President Donald Trump.

Aura Imbarus is the President and Co-Founder of RAPN – Romanian American Professional Network and one of the founding members of RACC – Romanian-American Chamber of Commerce, Los Angeles Chapter. She sits on the Advisory Council of CA Ballet, is a member of Royal Society of St. George, SACC – Swiss-American Chamber of Commerce. She was a mentor for Scott L. Schwartz Children’s Foundation, a non-profit and professional organization whose mission is to help children with disabilities, and she sat on the Board of Wesley Foundation UCLA and Blue Heron Foundation.

She writes for Palos Verdes Pulse, The Global Woman Magazine (London); Elephant Journal, Beverly Hills Times Magazine, The Immigrant, Hermannstader Zeitung in Transylvania and also works as a freelance journalist for Entertainment and Sports Today.

In her free time she likes to go dancing, hiking, skiing, yoga, gym, sailing; she loves traveling.


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