Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Bliss House by Ann Jacobs - $0.99 Goodie!

Bliss House by Ann Jacobs
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The derelict ante bellum house in the North Carolina mountains called out to Jill Carey, almost as if living beings compelled her to buy it and restore it to its former glory.

For good reason. It’s inhabited by the ghosts of century-old illicit lovers, trapped in the place where they died until a descendant returns to Bliss House, finds a lasting love he is free to marry.

Kyle Randall, great great grandson of one of the ghosts, hates coming to the haunted house but agrees to restore the place for Jill, only to set in motion a dark, sometimes frightening tale of sexual obsession, ghostly intervention—and the healing power of lasting love.

Excerpt:

Kyle settled back with a beer and wondered why the idea of going back to Gray Hollow—to Bliss House—made him feel like his guts were churning.
Hell, it was only a house.
What had gone on there nearly a hundred years ago was ancient history, doubtless without a bit of meaning to anybody except the Randalls scattered about the North Carolina mountains. No one now would give a damn that his great-great grandma had been the infamous Laura Randall, or that she’d died with her lover at the house that still bore his family’s name.
Who was he kidding? Parents in Gray Hollow must still scare their kids with stories about the ghosts of Bliss House, the same way their parents had been doing for generations.
He should call this crazy Jill Carey and tell her he didn’t have time for her damn pet project. But if he did, he’d regret it. He’d won the bid to restore the Gray Hollow courthouse, but the commission had voted to postpone having the work done until next spring. That meant he had to find a project now.
Earlier today, he’d told George Wilson he didn’t know any contractor desperate enough to take on the ghosts of Bliss House. Boy, had he been wrong! In ten short minutes, Kyle had gone from being overbooked with work to a state of minor desperation. Big jobs were few and far between this time of year, especially ones in this part of the country, where he could work and still be close enough to visit Alyssa every weekend.
Kyle’s gaze settled on the child in a picture on his coffee table. His little girl looked so pretty, laid out on a blanket underneath an old oak tree, her dark eyes wide open as if she was looking at something far off in the distance. Knowing Alyssa would never see anything, never walk or talk or be able to learn her name, ate him alive.
He’d never have to put on a monkey suit to walk his baby down the aisle to some guy who wasn’t good enough for her. Or hold a grandchild in his arms. But one thing was for sure. Alyssa would need the total care of people like the ones at Angels Paradise School as long as she lived—and that care didn’t come cheap.Damn her to hell!” Tina, Alyssa’s mother probably was already roasting in the devil’s fiery flames for having passed the results of her lousy drug habit on to their unborn daughter seven years ago before checking out on life with one final overdose. When Kyle thought of Alyssa, he couldn’t help wishing Tina were still alive. He’d have liked to kill her for what she’d done to their child.
The way everybody says Harry Randall killed his faithless wife and her lover.
Where the hell had that thought come from? Was the idea of going to Gray Hollow, bidding on fixing up the house where his great-great grandmother had died, starting to drive him insane? It didn’t matter. He had to bid on that job. Winter was coming—and no matter what the season, Alyssa’s special school expected to be paid.
Draining the last of his beer, Kyle tried to push those odd, scary feelings out of his head but they stayed with him, even as he drifted off into a restless sleep.

* * * * *
Jill yawned. Glancing at her watch, she saw it had been nearly four hours since she had begun poring over the blueprints she’d found tucked away in a moldy wardrobe. She wanted modern comforts along with authenticity, yet Bliss House seemed to call out and beg her to restore it to the way it was when Mortimer Bliss had built it in 1858 for the bride who would arrive the following year from England.
Perhaps Kyle Randall would be able to suggest how she might bring to Bliss House the best of both old and new worlds. For a moment, she tried to picture a face to go with the deep, sexy voice that still rang in her ears. Then she laughed. She was visualizing young and ruggedly handsome, while Randall was probably ugly as sin and old enough to be her dad. Besides, Jill reminded herself, she’d sworn off men—not just Rob, but everybody of the male persuasion.


Still, hearing Kyle’s mellow voice had made her tingle. And the effect lingered in her nipples that now stabbed insistently against her soft silk robe. Idly, Jill ran a finger back and forth against one aching nub, gasping when the flesh swelled and elongated with the slight, warm pressure of her touch.
She didn’t need this. Didn’t want to give in to that insistent noise in her head that reminded her she was still a woman with needs. Sexual needs.
After washing up and brushing her teeth in the closet—like bathroom of the trailer, Jill crawled into her narrow bed. Damn Rob for having taught her never to ignore her own sensual needs, she thought, stroking her aching sex until the tension inside her broke. When she finally slept, she dreamed.


* * * * *


Bliss House shone bright, and sounds of joy came from within. Jill stood in the doorway, waiting for a sad-faced butler to take her velvet wrap. Her gaze wandered from a beautiful chandelier twinkling above her head to the modest ballroom someone had created by opening the front and back parlors of this gorgeous old home to create one highly polished dance floor.
Suddenly she felt naked. All the other guests looked positively Victorian. This black silk minidress didn’t cover nearly enough of her. Damn, had she missed the words “costume ball” somewhere on her invitation? Dancers twirled gracefully to a distinct three-beat tune that sounded as if it came not from a stereo system but from a small live orchestra.
She looked around. Where had Rob gone? Annoyed, Jill stepped inside the ballroom and searched for his angel face. She couldn’t find him. Instead, her gaze settled on a couple whose quaint costumes reminded her of a Victorian picture post card.


The woman’s rose crushed-velvet gown featured a bustle and train that dripped with ecru lace. More of the lace peeked out from a low, heart-shaped neckline and the cuffs of fat leg-o’-mutton sleeves. Her partner wore tails, stark black, with pristine white linen at his wrists and throat—too much for even the most formal of Atlanta balls. Feeling out of place, she hid behind the French doors that normally would have separated the two rooms, and searched again for Rob.
But her gaze kept returning to that mesmerizing couple who seemed to have stepped out of yesterday. The way they looked at each other and the graceful way they moved together kept Jill enthralled. Then a stranger found her, and the spell broke. He pulled her onto the dance floor, seemingly unaffected by the sense of the past that surrounded her.
He was tall and rugged, oozing raw sex appeal. When he looked at her, her sex clenched with anticipation. But then he changed, became Rob again. Suddenly she relived the horror that had sent her running from Atlanta and her memories of how her marriage had begun and ended.
No!” She awakened to the sound of her own screams. Suddenly she couldn’t stay in her sweat-drenched bed another second. Pulling on a robe as she ran, Jill sought peace inside Bliss House. For some reason, she felt that there she’d be safe from the nightmare that tormented her.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Undertow (The UnderCity Chronicles Book 1) by S. M. Stelmack Excerpt

Undertow (The UnderCity Chronicles Book 1) by S. M. Stelmack
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Lindsay Sterling's niece is missing in the New York underground and the cops do nothing except pass along a name Jack Cole. Twenty years ago they were good buddies but horrors have changed them both. Lindsay lost her entire family except for her niece in a car accident, and Jack was held captive in New York’s underbelly for nearly two years by demented sub-humans. It was a soul-sucking experience that’s left him a shell of a man. He refuses to descend into that hell again, especially for a girl who’s probably dead anyway. But when Lindsay is nearly killed there after going it alone, Jack feels compelled to save her skin. Jack navigates Lindsay through a strange territory, populated with the eccentric, the insane and the desperate. Each encounter takes them closer to Lindsay’s niece but also closer into the clutches of the mad creatures that will enslave them.

Excerpt:

Jack swung himself into a sitting position and picked up the lighter. As he bent over the candles, she noticed on his left shoulder a crimson tattoo…no, a brand. It looked like one of the symbols she had seen in the tunnels, and on Dee’s jacket. The mark was large, about the size of her hand, its shape vaguely resembling that of a spider.

She instantly rearranged her face into a mask of blandness the second he looked up, a hint of mischievousness playing across his features. “Turn off the lights. The tree, too.”

She raised an eyebrow, but did as he instructed, leaving the room in candlelight.

“Now look at the jacket again,” he instructed softly. Jack held it up near the flames, and Lindsay grinned. It was magic. Dee’s handiwork had reappeared in the dark, brilliant and beautiful.

“That’s how it was made,” Jack said, his voice still low. “By candlelight. It’s not meant to be shown on television or in some store window. It’s a work of subtlety.”

She nodded, understanding. Without thinking she sat down beside him on the makeshift bed to better see the jacket. She became instantly aware that their bare thighs were only a handspan apart. To jump up would appear awkward to say the least, so she focused on her purpose for sitting down.

“What do all these markings mean?” she asked, running her hand over the woven symbols.

“They represent places in the underground,” he answered, pointing. “That one is the MTA’s money room, that’s the gang tunnels under Chinatown, that’s the labyrinth beneath Columbia University. Some are real, like Sumptown. Some, like the Burbs, used to exist once upon a time. And some are legendary, like Beach’s City. They all carry a deeper meaning, too. Each place has a certain mood and history and imagery…” He trailed off. “Damn, I’m starting to sound like a professor again.”

“You know, that’s not a bad thing. You are a professor, Jack.”

He shook his head, his profile dark and stony in the flickering light. “No. I’m not. Not anymore.”

“Why not? What’s keeping you from going back to work, or writing a book, or—”

“Maybe a talk show appearance?” he continued sarcastically. “Or perhaps an article in People?”

Any urge to wrap herself around his body was utterly gone. Unless it was her hands around his neck. “I don’t get you, Jack.”

“I know,” he replied. “And trust me, that’s a good thing.”

Too Wilde To Tame by Janelle Denison and Erika Wilde - FREEBIE!

Too Wilde To Tame by Janelle Denison and Erika Wilde
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FULL LENGTH NOVEL (90,000+ Words)

Mia Wilde has a reputation for being too wild to tame, but that doesn't mean she's going to let someone get away with distributing provocative photographs of her. She needs to find out who is threatening her before her overprotective brothers find out. For that, she's going to enlist the help of private investigator Cameron Sinclair - - the one man who seems immune to her flirtatious and outrageous personality. But Mia soon learns that appearances can be very deceiving.

The moment Cameron agrees to help, he knows he's in deep trouble. Because Mia isn't just your average bad girl. In fact, beneath that wild, untamable facade is a beautiful, too sexy woman who's been driving him crazy with desire. And if he isn't careful, the hot passion sizzling between them might just tempt him to do something he might regret. Like propose something hotter and wilder than either of them had ever imagined . .

OTHER BOOKS AVAILABLE IN THE "WILDE" SERIES:
WILDE THING (Book 1)
THE WILDE SIDE (Book 2)
TOO WILDE TO TAME (Book 3)
BORN TO BE WILDE (Book 4)
WILDE FOR HIM (Book 5)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Janelle Denison is a USA Today Bestselling author of over fifty contemporary romance novels. She is a two time recipient of the National Reader's Choice Award, and has also been nominated for the prestigious RITA award. Janelle is a California native who now calls Oregon home. She resides in the Portland area with her husband and daughters, and can't imagine a more beautiful place to live. When not writing, she can be found exploring the great Northwest, from the gorgeous beaches to the amazing waterfalls and lush mountains. To learn more about Janelle and her upcoming releases Other places to find Janelle on the internet:
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The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series Book 3) by R.G. Alexander

The Playboy's Ménage (The Billionaire Bachelors Series Book 3) by R.G. Alexander
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Henry Vincent and Peter Faraday have been friends forever. The royal rocker and polymath playboy have more than a few things in common. They're both billionaires, they both love a challenge...and they've both carried a long-lasting torch for the woman that got away. Finding Holly again brings back feelings and memories neither one of them wanted to face. But they'll have to if they want to share her. Keeping her from running again and making her admit how she feels about them will take teamwork. Hours of teamwork...and handcuffs.

The Bachelors

We know every debutante's mama wants a piece of their action, but if you could choose without repercussions, which of the Billionaire Bachelors would be your fantasy? The true hardcore cowboy who has enough land and employees to start his own country, but no dancing partner for his special kind of two-step? The musician with a royal pedigree, a wild streak and a vast fortune at his disposal, who's never been seen with the same woman twice? His best jet-setting buddy who can claim no less than five estates, four degrees and three charges of lewd public behavior on his record? Or the sweet-talking, picture-perfect tycoon-cum-philanthropist who used to be the baddest of the bunch but put those days behind him when he took over as CEO of his family's company? (Or did he?)
Pick your fantasy lover--rocker, rancher, rebel or reformed rogue. Glass slipper shopping is a dangerous sport to be sure, especially with prey as slippery as these particular animals, but I'll still wish all my readers happy hunting.
From Ms. Anonymous


Billionaire Bachelors Series
1. The CEO's Fantasy
2. The Cowboy's Kink
3. The Playboy's Ménage


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Courting Trouble (The Texas Two-Step Series, Book 3) by Kathy Carmichael

Courting Trouble (The Texas Two-Step Series, Book 3) by Kathy Carmichael
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Diedra Palmer likes her men in neckties and starched collars—all the better for mussing—and attorney Alec Sparks is the starchiest man Diedra has ever met.

Trouble is, Alec lives to maintain control, and Diedra's an accident waiting to happen. Electromagnetically challenged, Deidra unintentionally burns out light bulbs, stops watches, and makes appliances go berserk when her emotions run high.

Alec would love to have nothing more to do with Diedra. But his law partner's marriage to Diedra's sister is on the rocks, and Diedra's promising to get out of his hair if he'll just agree to her hair-brained scheme to reunite the pair. Yet, how will he ignore the sparks Diedra is setting off in his heart?

Previously titled: Stuck on You

THE TEXAS TWO-STEP, in series order
Chasing Charlie
Country Courtship
Courting Trouble
My Southern Bride
Western Pleasure

ABOUT KATHY CARMICHAEL:
Bestselling author Kathy Carmichael was born and raised in Texas. Now she resides on Florida's west coast with her Scottish husband, three cats, a part-time dog and a huge collection of dust bunnies. www.kathycarmichael.com

Saturday, October 18, 2014

A Very Special Favor by Ann Jacobs Excerpt

A Very Special Favor by Ann Jacobs
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A single father who needs a wife to keep custody of his son and a woman he’s never thought of as anything but his best friend. Maybe she’s the solution he’s looking for. Or maybe that very special favor will change everything. Forever.

Excerpt:

Hearing from his lawyer about his ex-wife’s latest legal salvo topped off what had already been one hell of a day, between having one patient suffer an apparent heart attack while undergoing surgery and discovering that another required complicated reconstructive surgery when she’d been booked for a simple knee arthroscopy.
Kurt Silverman went in his office and shed the lab coat he’d thrown on over wrinkled OR scrubs after his last case. This was the first time since six o’clock this morning that he’d had time to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, he laid his head against the back of his desk chair and tried to clear his mind.
Hey, Silverman, I thought the office closed at five. Couldn’t you sleep better if you went on home?”
Kurt opened one eye at the familiar lilt of Shelly Ware’s voice. “Shel. You’re here awfully late yourself. What’s up?”
Not much. I just finished Brad Gale’s therapy. He has trouble getting here during regular hours.”
Kurt recalled a fiftyish former NFL player, now financial analyst whose knee he’d repaired two months ago. “It’s nice of you to stay late so he doesn’t miss his rehab.”
I try to accommodate him whenever I can. His boss isn’t very flexible about his working hours. I saw your light on and decided to come say hello on my way out.” She paused and gave him a thorough once-over. “What’s wrong with you? You look as though you just lost your best friend.”
I’m okay. Long day, lots of problems.”
Want to unload some of them?”
Kurt shrugged, then grimaced at the pain that followed that abrupt movement. “If you’ve got time, I think a rubdown would do me more good than dumping my troubles on my favorite physical therapist.”
Swivel that chair around this way and I’ll see what I can do.”
When he did, she laid her hands on his shoulders and began to knead, softly at first, then harder. Kurt closed his eyes again and shut down his mind to everything except her touch, and the pungent but not unpleasant smell of deep-heating rub that he associated with his pal Shelly.
The furnace blower kicked in, its sound a throaty, relaxing purr. Shelly paused, as though the noise had distracted her. “Don’t stop. Did anybody ever tell you you’ve got a magic touch?”
She laughed. “Nobody but you. You’re the surgeon with the magic hands. I’m just an overworked, underpaid physical therapist. By the way, Mrs. Anderson was moving her leg better today.”
Thanks. Any good news is welcome on a day like this. Adrianna’s pet shark has trumped up new excuses to drag me back into court. I swear the woman won’t quit punishing me until I’m dead and she’s picked my bones clean.”
Is there anything I can do to make things better?”
Kurt shrugged. “Not unless you know a hit man who specializes in doing ex-wives.” He picked up the correspondence from his lawyer that he’d looked over before going to the OR, then slapped it back onto the desk. “She wants to restrict my visits with Jason.”
Kurt, no. That wouldn’t help her and it would only hurt your son. She wouldn’t do that to Jason.” Shelly resumed massaging his shoulders, her touch fiercer than before.
I’m afraid she would.”
What reason could she possibly have to keep him from seeing you?”
I live in a pigsty, work all the time and ignore my son when he’s here. According to Adrianna, that is.”
Just thinking about her lawyer’s assertions about his unfitness made Kurt’s muscles tighten again, but Shelly kept massaging him until she had the knots worked out. When she stepped away, her warmth stayed with him.
Unshed tears made her eyes sparkle in the fluorescent glow from the ceiling lights. “I’m so sorry.”
Me, too. I’m damn sorry I ever married Adrianna. Hell, I wish I’d joined a monastery before I met her.”
A grin lurked at the corners of her mouth. “Kurt, you’re not even Catholic.”
I should have converted.”
And disappointed all the Jewish mothers who had their hearts set on marrying their daughters off to Dr. Silverman?” Now a smile lit up her whole face.
Kurt returned her grin. He couldn’t stay depressed too long around Shelly. Unlike most women, she didn’t set his defenses on high alert. Besides, she had a way of making life’s problems seem less pressing. “Don’t mind me. I’ll survive somehow. Are we still on for Friday night to celebrate you growing another year older?”
Just try to weasel out.” She shot a playful look his way. “I’m assuming you won’t get too decrepit by then to hoist your margarita.”

Entranced: A Halloween Box Set - $0.99 Goodie!

Entranced: A Halloween Box Set
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Holiday Feast from NY Times, USA Today and bestselling, award-winning authors. Nine exciting stories of romance and mystery, paranormal and contemporary, magical and mystical, ranging in lengths from novellas to short page-turning stories.

Escape to worlds featuring a vampire in love with a human, a powerful telekinetic, a secret lover, a spirit seer, a master magician, a wizard prince, a paranormal ass-kicker, and more.

When Midnight Comes - Lori Handeland

Visit the streets of 19th century New York in a novella based on the legend of the Jack O Lantern. Newly dead Jack Keegan may be doomed to wander the earth forever with only a lantern to light his way unless he atones for the sins of a lifetime. His love for Lucia Casale may be the only thing that can save him.

Midday Masquerade - Leigh Morgan

Can a mask help two lost and lonely people release their inner desires and find love strong enough to vanquish an ancient family curse?

Sian's Solution - Dale Mayer

Sometimes the depth of love is only understood when it is lost forever... When a vampire discovers the human man she loves has been captured and hung in a blood farm, she goes against her own kind and risks everything to save him.


Breaking Out - Michelle Diener

Imprisoned in a secret facility, powerful telekinetic Kelli Barrack and two other 'special' inmates grab a chance to escape, only to confront their worst nightmares on the outside. 

The Halloween Prince - Edie Ramer

A sudden storm, a broken van, and a ghost dog take widowed Sarah Lowtower to a cabin in the Wisconsin countryside and an intriguing man who becomes her secret lover. But when he becomes the Halloween Prince, everything changes. 

Medium Rare - Nancy Haddock

The ghosts of St. Augustine are spooked, and spirit seer Colleen Cotton must team with a by-the-book paranormal investigator to save them all, or risk losing her own great grandfather's spirit forever. 

Feel the Magic - Liz Kreger

Jenna Carmichael is harnessing the magic of the full moon on All Hallow's Night in a tricky transformation to earn her Master level, when the past comes back to haunt her. 

Masked Attraction - Mary Hughes

Daniel Light loved Zoe Blackwood when he was a gangly dork. Now a powerful wizard prince, a masked ball gives Daniel a new chance to woo her. Coming between them is an ancient parchment with a deadly prophecy. 

Midnight Masque - Elle J Rossi

Bar owner and paranormal ass-kicker, Josie Hawk, stresses over her vampire lover meeting her vampire-hunting father, while at her stars-of-country-music masquerade, supernatural forces escalate to code red. If she doesn't unmask the insidious evil, the party could turn into a mass funeral.