Friday, October 24, 2014

Getting It Right by Christi Williams

book blast 
sensual contemporary Western romance
Getting It Right
Christi Williams

Last of a long line of agrarian witches, Selene
Pertunda thinks she will never meet the right man...until with the help of a
little magic, she finds Beck McNeal.

Named for
the Goddess of Desire, can she dream of lasting happiness with only one man?

 Selene Pertunda has no trouble attracting a man. She just can’t seem to
find the right one. From abusive husband Robert to tattooed bad boy lover
Kevin, Selene draws men to her like bears to her honeypot. The problem is that
none of them proves to be a good fit.

 Sure she will never find a shared happiness, Selene has no way to suspect
she’s drawn the attention of a powerful goddess. So she scoffs at the idea that
the handsome man who begins to  play a large part in her life could be her
destiny.  After all, what could worldly, educated Beck McNeal want with a
small-town girl like Selene?

 Selene and Beck try to their best to resist the inexplicable mutual
magnetism flaring between them. But can two ordinary people avoid the decree of
the Goddess of Desire?

Getting It Right
is the first novel-length work in
the Wyoming Series of contemporary romances by Christi Williams.

Click this Amazon pre-order link for Getting It Right!

Other books by Christi Williams:
   "To the One I Never Forgot" is a short story that
launched the Wyoming Series. Gianna and Zack were too young for love
when they were separated. Now, all grown up, can Gianna be reunited with the
one she never forgot?
   Christi Williams is also the author of two novels and a
novella in the Hawk Point Romances series. Take a Chance on Love is the story of the
chance encounter of widow Chancie de Leur and hot Wyoming Highway Patrol
trooper Micah Taylor. Perilous Promises is Perris and Noah Dalton's
story of recovery from breast cancer and the effort to revive their formerly
wonderful marriage. The novella Clay's Quest is the tale of a hot
Wyoming cop who comes up with a wacky plan to save his marriage when he just
won't accept that his beautiful wife wants to find someone else to father her

Christi writes sensual, entertaining love stories of
unforgettable modern Western men and women. Readers say...Sensual: "Taken
a touchy subject and made it heartfelt and humorous, but she's made it
H.O.T.!!" Humorous: "Cracked me up!" Love: "To be loved
like that!" Stories: "Character driven fiction."

 Links to Take a Chance on Love:

Links to Perilous Promises:

Links to Clay's Quest:

Link to “To the One I Never Forgot”:

To celebrate the upcoming release of 
Getting It Right
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RBTL Presents Mirrored Time by J.D. Faulkner Blog Tour

Title: Mirrored Time
Author: J.D. Faulkner
Series: A Time Archivist Novel (Book 1)
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: May 7 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
First it was water.

Then blood.

And finally smoke.

Gwen Conway never knew there were so many ways to die. Honestly, it was something she would have been happy not knowing.

Maybe, they really are just dreams. Nightmares. But they won't stop. And dreaming of her death is getting old. Then there's the sleepwalking. She'd like to pass on that too.

Gwen's pretty sure the dreams have something to do with her new job. Which of course, is definitely not just a 'job.'

Don't get her wrong, working for the Archiver of the Time Streams has its perks. Having the power to travel to any past or future time is fantastic. Plus, there's Rafe, the ex-gladiator from the future. She'd like to keep him around too. Not that she would tell him that. It'd go straight to his head.

But she's less than pleased to find herself in the middle of a time travelers' war. Especially against a crazed half-god who has the power to obliterate the existence of any time or place. And the Guardians, her so called allies? All the help they offer are strict rules and smug superiority. Plus, they seem convinced she's already lost, that she's already died.

Gwen is starting to wonder whether she should have read her employment contract more carefully.

Borrowing themes from Greek and Roman legends such as Pandora and the war between the Titans and Olympians, lovers of mythology and fantasy alike will enjoy this mind-bending romp through different times and universes. Well-grounded in the world of today, this urban fantasy stands out from the pack with its complex theories on time travel and unique brand of quirky humor.

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J.D. Faulkner lives in Seattle, Washington. She spends her time reading anything she can get her hands on; studying Greek and Roman mythology; and avoiding the rain whenever she can. MIRRORED TIME is her first novel and book one of the Time Archivist Novels. Currently, she is working on the second book of the series, FRACTURED TIME.

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THE CRACKED FLUORESCENT PANEL on the ceiling buzzed, flickering to darkness for a brief second before flaring back to life with a loud crack. Standing outside the dingy office, a newspaper advertisement clutched in her hand, Gwen Conway wondered what she was doing. Here she was, answering some vague classified with the desperate hope it would lead to a job. A glorified secretarial job. I wonder if I’ll get to fetch coffee too. Oh lucky day.
The hallway itself did little to settle her nerves. The stained linoleum flooring and the bad lighting brought to mind too many horror movies to count. Standing there was creepy enough. Working there? Imagine how charming it would be at night. She read the lettering on the glass-paned door. Alistair Fletcher, Legal Files Specialist and … something. The rest was too faded to make out. Although curious about the full title, she was content with the use of the word ‘legal.’ Not her dream job by any stretch of the imagination, but it was good enough.
Running a hand over her chestnut hair, she hoped it wasn’t a frizzy mess from the rain. It was hard to act the functioning adult when her hair was snarled as if she’d been dragged backwards through a hedge. With a sigh, she practiced a smile. No one was going to hire her if she walked around like a kid who dropped her ice cream cone. Great, now I’m depressed and craving ice cream.
She knocked. Here we go.
The office was bigger than it looked from the outside; and after the dingy light of the hallway, it was brighter too. Her attention was focused on the solitary figure standing in front of a large desk. At her approach, the man offered his hand for her to shake.
“Miss Conway, I presume?” His voice carried a distant hint of rolling green hills and waves on a rocky shore.
Alistair Fletcher wasn’t what she imagined at all. She was expecting an academic eccentric: a smart, but odd man; thinning white hair, stooped shoulders, and owlish eyes hidden behind thick-framed glasses—a grandfatherly type. Who else would be banished to this forgotten basement corridor?
Instead, Mr. Fletcher was tall, and, while somewhere on the far side of middle age, he hadn’t let himself diminish with time. His thick, silver hair was combed back from a high forehead, and his jaw was covered with a neat beard. She didn’t realize she was staring until his eyebrow arched over his steel gray eye.
“That’s me.” Gwen blushed. “Mr. Fletcher?” Her voice cracked, disbelief coloring her words. She was expecting a little old man. Not someone who was … kind of attractive. Her cheeks burned hotter.
“Yes.” The one word contained the hint of a smile. “I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the office?”
“Not at all.” Her gaze bounced around the room trying to find a safe place to land. Biting her lip, in a gesture carried over from childhood, she dragged her gaze back to the man’s face. Gwen wanted to blame her nerves on the rudeness of the courthouse secretary. As Gwen had asked for directions, the woman’s daggered fingernails tapped out an irritated beat. She had made Gwen feel as welcome as a cockroach in a five-star hotel. “The secretary upstairs, um, told me where to go. I didn’t know we were supposed to use the back entrance to the courthouse. After that, an elevator ride and a couple flights of stairs, nothing too difficult.” She tried not to wince. You’re blathering, Conway. He knows you can go down stairs. How impressive.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

RBTL Presents Love's Pale Road by Martin Gibbs #giveway #fantasyromance

Title: Love’s Pale Road

Author: Martin Gibbs
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Fantasy/Romance (A Dark Love Story)
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 27 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Tag Line: Love is a pale road, for Death waits at the end.

Short Blurb
Is love blind, or a beast of convenience?
Bailey, a simple farmer, has been tasked by a dead man to murder a dangerous warlock. While he follows the guidance of this otherworldly companion, Bailey finds himself alone in a scary new world.
Only a few days into the journey, he falls in love with a stranger, which upsets the best-laid plans of the deceased. And Abigail appears to have dark plans of her own: How soon will she turn the tables upon the seemingly-innocent farm boy?
The dead man should have known that trusting the living would be a losing proposition.
Love is a pale road, for Death waits at the end.

Long Blurb
Beware the one who will betray you; for you have given them your heart.
Love is often a beast of convenience: two strangers meeting and connecting on some chemical and psychological level; sharing laughs and tears, and maybe bodily fluids.
But love can be real, when it wants to be. There are honest moments in the days we spend with our lover, there are days of sunshine and laugher, and nights of pleasure.
When it wants to be real. Love has its own designs, as poor Bailey finds out: Tasked by a dead man to perform a murderous act, he finds himself in love with a stranger. He was a simple-minded farmer, tending his turnips and his pumpkins, when the outside world burst in, sending everything he held dear to the far winds.
And so the poor chap is alone and scared when Abigail bares her pretty face. Although her family lies dead—somewhere on the path behind her—Bailey trips headfirst into the wants of his own heart, takes her hand, and carries her along a new road.
For Bailey, Love is more than a chemical reaction: It is a living thing, a living road… a pale road. A pale, murky, dangerous road.
For Death waits at the end.

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Author Information
 Martin Gibbs lives in the snow-covered paradise of Minnesota, where he writes novels, short stories, and poetry. By day he is an IT professional, though his passion for writing has led him down an intricate network of exciting roads.
Gibbs is an avid reader. He favors the classics: Dumas, Dickens, Tolstoy, Proust, Lovecraft; as well as Stephen King, Robert Jordan, George RR Martin.
He enjoys cross-country skiing, biking, and burning béarnaise sauce. He has two very active boys who share his wild imagination, and a wonderful wife who supports all the craziness.

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But Sorchal was talking: “So if this is your farm, then you know the drill.” He looked at me funny again. “Gods help us, you better! Do you?”
“Do I what?” I was thinking about the Great Temple and it made me a little scared that people would attack it. It was a very holy place. But then Fa always said holy places were just places. The Gods were always with us. Why was Sorchal so angry?
Do you know the drill?” he screamed. He needed a nap.
The stranger’s face bunched up like the side of a rotting pumpkin. “Know the drill?”
“What drill?”
“Gods be—” his fists were white balls and he looked like he was going to hop away. He made a noise in his throat. “How long have you lived here?”
“Seventy-seven years, six months, four days, and nine hours.”
He snorted. “All right, you are useless. Who else is home?”
Useless. Yes. Good ol’ Bailey, useless as always. At least he didn’t say other bad words. I heard enough of those Friday night, when Fa and I went out for dinner. “Who else lives here?” he shouted.
“Fa does.”
The strange man’s head bounced like a rabbit. I think he was going to say something mean again, but he just ran to the house. He didn’t say thank you. Maybe he had come from the rock. A rock-person would be mean.

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Sunday, October 5, 2014

Book Blitz: Mist Unveiled by Nancy Corrigan #erotic #giveaway #paranormal

Mist Unveiled
Nancy Corrigan

Elemental Desire, Book 1
Cat has one love in her life—science. Facts rule her, not passion. At least it doesn’t until an unknown deadly virus claims her sister’s life. Cat’s quest for answers takes her to Greenland and drops her into the arms of the one man who sways her devotion from logic to passion. Rune stirs her lusts, ignites her desires and fuels her carnal cravings, but he isn’t simply a lover, nor is he human. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save or destroy her.
Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Rising temperatures have released his enemies from their frozen prison without his knowledge. He searches for them but finds Cat, a human with the power to save him and the world. He hungers for her—blood, body and soul. Every moment of shared passion convinces him of the truth—she’s his greatest treasure, one he’ll die to keep.
                             A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


He gripped his shirt, drawing her attention from his erection to his wide chest. The fabric tore. He tossed the pieces away. She drank in every delicious inch of his exposed body. His chest was bare, not even an arrow of dark hair marking a path to his cock. Down each arm, swirling black lines wound from shoulder to wrist. The inked design was simple yet intricate. She pushed onto her elbows. She wanted to explore the tattoo, maybe trace it with her tongue.
“Beautiful.” She repeated the compliment he had given her.
He dropped his hands to the waistband of his jeans. “The design or my body?”
“Both.” She grinned. “But to be fair, I need to see all of you to make an honest assessment.”
His low chuckle resonated deep inside her body. “Demanding woman.”
He slid off the bed and made quick work of undressing. The jeans got tossed across the room. Turned away from her, she would’ve had a perfect view of his ass. She wanted to look but couldn’t tear her gaze from the tattoo on his back. Between his shoulder blades, an eagle soared. Swooping lines extended from its wings, linking the design on one arm to the other. More intricate than the one on her lower belly, the inked artwork could’ve been a painting.
She scrambled to her knees and reached a hand out. He faced her and caught her wrist. She shook off his hold. “No, let me see. It’s gorgeous.”
He obliged her, turning so the expanse of his back was inches from her. The bird seemed to move with the undulations of his muscles. Each feather held depth and dimensions, yet under her fingertips only the touch of warm skin met her. She splayed her hand over the tattoo that must’ve taken hours to have inked.
Tingles skipped up her arm and spread through her body. Desire flared, stronger than she’d ever experienced. She panted. Her inner muscles squeezed on air. Quivers skipped from her clit to her womb. She hovered on the edge of ecstasy. Impossible, her rational mind reasoned.
Yet, undeniable.
“I feel, Cat.” The low growl to his words pushed her closer to heaven. He pivoted, a lithe move that twisted his body. Her fingertips trailed over the width of his back to his settle over his pecs. “I want.”

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Mist Unveiled will be available on Amazon, B&N, KOBO, etc. starting October 1. Please visit Nancy’s website for more purchase links:

Author Bio
Nancy Corrigan believes in unending love and epic tales with a paranormal flare. She enjoys transcending the boundaries of reality to take her readers on a passionate, emotional and romantic journey.
She’s also a mother of three and a wife to a very patient husband who doesn’t mind reminding her to eat and sleep. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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One winner will win a $10 gift card (Amazon or Ellora’s Cave)