Book Blast: Witchy Woman by Lorna Eames @Shades_of_Rose

Witchy Woman by Lorna Eames

Life can be a challenge when you're a witch under a curse, especially if you're doing everything in your power to fight your destiny. Alex Dragomir thinks her life is under control. She doesn't actively use magick and she hasn't met a werewolf who can stir the curse within her earning her the title of 'Ice Princess'.

Everything changes when she comes under attack by rogue werewolves. Lock LeCount, enforcer and totally delectable werewolf steps up to be her bodyguard stirring the embers of the curse to life. Turning back to the magick Alex once fled seems her only option but it draw her closer to Lock, as they discover the ability to meld their preternatural powers to fight the enemy. Along with the curse comes her uncontrollable response to Rumor, the enigmatic bad boy who attempts to lure her to his bed.

Fighting new found feeling of desire and finally facing her magickal heritage takes its toll on her sanity, making her question everything and everyone. Who can Alex trust and will her growing powers be enough to save her from the fate awaiting her?

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The song ended and the tempo of the music slowed. His hands wrapped around her waist pressing his muscled hips and thighs against her. She followed the slow sensual movement of his body. Fingers lightly stroked her back, mesmerizing her with their touch.

Alex felt the warmth of his breath at the base of her neck, stirring the embers of the fire Rumor had started earlier. The words to the song seeped into her brain fogging her thoughts with the sensual undertones they inspired.

Rumor leaned in taking advantage of their closeness. Warm lips caressed the sensitive side of her throat, shivers moved through her body. Alex tilted her head slightly, giving him greater access to her slender neck. A soft moan escaped her lips. His tongue licked its way up the side of the neck behind her ear, gently nipping the tip of the lobe. Desire flowed through the blood in her veins, taking with it her resistance. Rumor whispered something low and seductive in her ear as his wolf emerged taking control of the man.

"What did you say?" She stopped moving. The music blasted around them, everyone else moving, dancing.

"I asked if you wanted to go find a room in the back." His hands moved down her back to slide over curvy hips, drawing them back against him as he began to move again.

"Do you really think I'm the kind of girl that's gonna hop in the sack with you after knowing you a couple of hours?" Alex jerked out of his embrace. Anger flowed through her taking control. "Think again, buster. I don't know what kind of girl you're used to dating but I'm not a whore for the pack."

"I know you want me, Alex. I can smell your desire." He pulled her roughly against him. His wolf was on edge, the smell of her arousal overriding his common sense.

Alex could feel how excited he was. She didn't need a nose for that. "I do want you but that doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it tonight." Alex's eyes flashed angrily conveying the fury within.

"You can't blame me, Alex." He leaned and sniffed her neck. "You smell like you're in heat. You know how it affects wolves."

"So, this is my fault? Sorry Rumor, not a good enough excuse." Her hand moved from her waist, traveling slowly down between them. He felt the point of the knife pressed up against the leather of his pants at the base of his scrotum. "I'm only going to say this once." A sudden chill hung on the edge of her words. "Take your hands off me now. I won't hesitate to neuter you. Believe me I know how to do it and what I cut up I don't fix. You'll have to find another doctor."

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About the Author:

Lorna Eames is a sucker for a happy ending. She writes paranormal romance books because even witches and werewolves need love. When not writing she is often found at a hockey game or exploring sunny Las Vegas where she resides after transplanting herself there from northern Indiana. She has two wonderful, supportive daughters, a wacky son-in-law and an extremely skittish black cat. Her first book Witchy Woman is coming soon from Crimson Frost Books.

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Book Blast and Giveaway: Dark Side of Sunset By Michael Allan Scott @MAllanScott @VBTCafe

Title: Dark Side of Sunset Pointe - a Lance Underphal Mystery

Author Name: Michael Allan Scott

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Born and raised at the edge of the high desert in Kingman, Arizona, Michael Allan Scott resides in Scottsdale with his wife, Cynthia and their hundred-pound Doberman, Otto. In addition to writing mysteries and speculative fiction, his interests include music, photography, art, scuba diving and auto racing. For the latest, please visit Website

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Book Genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense

Publisher: Telemachus Press

Release Date: 11/19/12

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A contemporary mystery/thriller-a paranormal mystery, to be more precise. For mystery fans, it twists and turns like a dragon kite in a high wind. Mystery connoisseurs, beware. The Lance Underphal Mystery series will keep you guessing . . .

Lance Underphal was devastated by his wife's death, and now, the down-and-out crime-scene photographer can't let her go. He wakes up plagued by premonitions. The double shooting of an Arizona real estate developer and his mistress/bookkeeper immerse Underphal in a world of incomprehensible phenomena.

Frank Salmon, the homicide detective on the case, does his best to blow off Underphal's "visions." But the murders keep piling up and the visions are all too real.

Salmon pursues Underphal's clues from a popular strip club to a failing community bank, adding a blackmailing stripper to the body count.

Underphal struggles mightily with his psychic curse, teetering on the brink of insanity. His only hope for redemption is the voice in his head, the voice of his dead wife. Stumbling through dark vortexes of murderous intrigue, he comes to realize his visions will either kill him or lead to the capture of a killer-maybe more than one.

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Promo: The boyfriend list By Renee Novelle @RS_Novelle @Everythingmari1

The Boyfriend List follows twenty-year-old Reagan in her quest for the perfect relationship after a somewhat tragic spring break breakup leaves her disillusioned about love... again.

Reagan had always prided herself on making levelheaded, practical, analytical decisions about everything. Everything, that is, except where guys are concerned. Which was proven to her, once again, when her "boyfriend" opts to take another girl on their oh-so-romantic trip to his lake house. In order to prevent future heartbreak, she creates a checklist of all the qualities she wants in a man, and vows not to give her heart away again until she can determine if they fit every last criteria. 

After scouring campus with her two best friends in her tricky journey, her detective work returns a pile of unworthy rejects, and it seems as though her choices are narrowed down to only two options: the hot stranger who's inspired her new project, and her best guy friend Ian, who she's always kept at bay due to his perceived playboy reputation. 

Reagan gets more than she bargained for with her new set of rules, however, and is surprised to find that love, and the perfect boyfriend, may have been within reach the entire time. But will Ian's reputation ruin his chances to prove his worth? And can Reagan let go of her insecurities long enough to even give him a chance? 

The Boyfriend List is a light, New Adult romance about friendship, trust, and learning to let go in order to embrace what real love can offer.

 

 

 

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Maybe she needed to get some fresh air, she decided. Go for a walk, clear her head. Anything to distract her focus from her thoughts and reset her mind back on her paper.

Decision made. She shut down her computer, set aside her books and wrapped her long hair into a somewhat sloppy bun on the top of her head. Reagan had contemplated a light sweatshirt to ward off the last cold brisk of winter that clung to the night air in stubborn resignation, then decided against it. But before she'd even left her bedroom, she turned back and yanked it off her bed after all. Apparently she was having a hard time making up her mind about everything that night.

Zipping it halfway up her torso, just below her breasts, she crept quietly out the front door and turned to lock it behind her. A quick breeze whipped its way around the corner and down the corridor, and as a shiver worked its way up her spine, she was thankful she'd listened to her intuition. Maybe she should do that more often.

But just as Reagan turned to go down the stairs and head out on her walk, she was met - nearly head on - by an unexpected sight. Ian stood before her, mildly drunk but mostly sober, looking as surprised to see her as she was to see him. It was clear he'd been out for a night of fun, though she'd seen him far worse on more occasions than she could count on both hands. But it was also just as clear that, once again, he'd come home alone. She couldn't help the little smirk of satisfaction that turned up at the corners of her mouth on that discovery, though internally she chastised herself at the thought.

"And just where do you think you're going?" His voice danced over the words with dramatic flair, an indicative side effect of his inebriated condition.

It took her a minute to find her voice. "I need a break." She finally explained, "This essay's killing me and I want to clear my head."

 "Nice jacket." He flicked the toggle of her zipper, and Reagan felt it flutter in her core. "Want some company?"

The flutter was moving faster at the suggestion. His eyes had grown dark, almost as dark as the night sky, and she thought she saw something in them that begged her to say yes. Suddenly, she wasn't so sure she needed her sweatshirt any longer, since the temperature seemed to have risen up all around her, working a pink tint into her cheeks. She was glad it was so dark out, hopefully he couldn't tell this time. "Aren't you just getting in though? You're probably tired...right?"

Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes... she chanted in her head. The truth was she very much would've loved his company, maybe a little too much, but she wasn't certain she trusted herself around him yet...alone...in the middle of the night. There were too many possibilities, too many temptations that her imagination could come up with. If she acted on any one of them, and was wrong in her assumption, well the let down could be brutal at best.

"Tired? Me?" He shook his head and made a face at the suggestion. "The party was just getting boring. Too many of the same people, not worth the time." Was he implying that she was worth his time then? Reagan certainly hoped so, considering how long they'd been friends. But she couldn't help wondering if there was something more behind the words. "So what do you say? Can I walk with you?" And as he tilted his head in that subtle way that only Ian could, a dimple working it's way into the corner of his cheek, she felt her breath rush out of her lungs.

He'd put the ball back in her court again. Damn him! There'd be no getting around it this time, she'd have to give him a definitive answer. And quickly.Reagan knew she should say no. There was something inside, warning her that it wasn't a good idea. As though accepting his innocent invitation would somehow change things. Alter their relationship and shift their energies toward one another in a way that could never be put back again. But, when she really thought about it, hadn't they kind of done that already?

And yet everything inside of her wanted to scream yes, and keep the momentum of what they'd started earlier in the day moving forward. It wanted to let him take her hand in his, entwine her fingers around his, as though it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be doing. All she could manage though was a simple nod, stiffened by the breath she held tightly in her chest. It was almost as though she was afraid to acknowledge what she wholeheartedly wanted, even to herself, because doing so would only leave her open and vulnerable to a future of regrets and failures.

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Formerly a freelance journalist, Novelle has found placement of her pieces in both online and print publications since 2008. Additionally, she has written multiple screenplays, and contributed her writing to many non-profit and for profit organizations. She has launched several blogs over the years, which garnered international attention.

 

In 2013, Novelle returned to her first love - fiction. Writing under the names Renee Novelle and R.S. Novelle, she has a publication schedule that includes Psychological Thrillers, Suspense, Paranormal Fiction, Contemporary Women's fiction, Chick Lit, and New Adult.

 

Though she received her Bachelor's of Science in Communication, summa cum laude, she considers herself a constant student of the written word. She's an avid reader, an enthusiastic quote poster, and rarely takes "no" as a final answer. She has an unhealthy obsession for theater, dance, music and art, and strongly believes that wine is simultaneously the beginning of, and resolution to, all of life's problems. She believes in following dreams, and that in the end, you always end up where you're meant to be.

 

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