Only by embracing her diversity will Elon find her true strength.
Pulled from her slumber by an empathic species hidden deep in the mountains, Elon realizes change looms on the horizon. Within days, a savage race of vamphyres emerges, bringing devastation to the inhabitants of the settlement she calls home. As Elon tries to stem the bloodshed, the purpose of her midnight visitation becomes clear.
Thrust into an unknown destiny, facing growing powers even she does not understand, Elon follows the unbidden path set before her. When a magic basin leads her to a hidden city of dwarves, she learns she must rely on the strength of her diverse heritage in order to defeat the rising evil engulfing her once peaceful home.
Will she succeed in uniting the planet’s warring species in time or will she sacrifice part of herself in order to preserve her world?
Isabella Adams lives and works on the Gulf Coast of Florida with her three children, husband, and their dog, Isaac. The setting for Never Enough, Tarpon Springs, inspires Isabella every day as she works within the community. Gossip, food, and family dysfunction color her daily events and form the basis for the Markos Mystery series. One of the largest Greek-American communities in the United States, Tarpon Springs never fails to provide colorful fodder for Isabella’s next manuscript. Afharisto! (Thank you, in Greek-ish).
Bleeding Hearts: An Anthology of Paranormal Proportions
Released April 15, 2019 by Hydra Productions
Synopsis:
Some say love is the strongest emotion while some would rather die than feel it...but what if it could last forever?
The idea of immortality can haunt and fascinate to the point of insanity, especially those who actively seek it. But what if you fell in love with someone with the blood that gave them the power to live forever? A love that could last or a love that could crumble you to pieces.
Lust.
Betrayal.
Forbidden love.
Creatures of the night.
These converge in this collection of paranormal romance stories meant to tantalize the senses and penetrate the soul.
"Should she trust the vampire in her bed, or the wizard in her dreams?"
Just as I felt myself coming to a full-on climax, the lightning bolt shaped mark on my outer thigh began to burn. The pain of it made me bend over further, making him not only go deeper, but also made me tighten even further around him. I became a mixture of both pleasure and true pain all at once, I could barely recognize which of the two my moans reflected. Ricardo slid out of me then, and before I had a chance to feel the emptiness of his shaft no longer there, he had me turned around, lifted up with a crushing grip on my hips, and was impaling me once again. As though he felt a sense of urgency, he pistoned in and out of me even harder and faster than before, which took my mind away from the flaring pain in my thigh.
As Ricardo gave me another stroke so deep inside of me I felt his sac rubbing against my entrance I screamed out with one last climax as he jettisoned inside, the warm trickling feel of it making me come that much harder. But when I closed my eyes, I was looking into the metallic silver irises that haunted my dreams, and they looked angry as hell. I could almost hear a faint, foreign, yet familiar voice in the back of my mind saying, I will find you.
When I opened my eyes, Ricardo was staring straight into mine, but it felt like he was seeing right through me to somewhere else, especially when he said, “She’s mine.”
Before I could ask him anything or think any further, he claimed my lips in a claiming, almost punishing kiss. Then I felt a tiny pinprick on the side of my hip and promptly blacked out.
***
Halfway across the world from where Ricardo and Rena were, a warlock wearing only a pair of black shorts, knelt down on the ground in the rain in the dark of night in a cemetery, the droplets shimmered down his muscled, ebony chest and back. He summoned the lightning to the palms of his outstretched hands, letting it empower him further, as he called out to his ancestors.
“Ancestors, my foremothers, and forefathers, I come to you tonight, the anniversary of the night you gifted me with one of my greatest gifts, to ask your help in finding her. Help me bring her back to where she belongs, at my side.”
The storm became malevolent then, lightning struck around Jonathan left and right, which both fueled and empowered him.
He threw his head back as he soaked it all in. As he closed his eyes, his haunches rose when he finally saw her, with the vampire that had somehow ensnared his powerful, beautiful mate. He tried yet again to communicate with her through their mark, but something was blocking him still, but he felt it slipping, and that little slip was all he needed to learn her location.
Reaching into his back pocket, Jonathan pulled out his phone and dialed his brother. Without bothering with any pleasantries, all he said was, “It’s time to hunt us down a vampire, and bring home my mate.”
While a new way of life is starting for their vampiric neighbors,
the mage tribe known as the Manjian’s culture is crumbling. Talk of a prophecy involving
the Storm Bringer, the Firebird and the Dragon King uniting the world was once
common place, but such tales have been long lost.
Arashi and Sita, twin heirs to the Manjian throne, find
themselves in the throws of a palace coup after the announcement of their new
sibling’s conception. Forced from the only home and way of life they’ve known,
the duo must rely on the help of some unlikely ails, the once powerful god Ole
and the very species they have been raised to hate: the vampires.
The time has come for the Firebird to take flight and save Manji.
But will she be released to late?
Not So Wicked by T. A. Moorman Published October 30, 2018 by GothicMoms Studios YA Paranormal/Urban Fantasy
Synopsis:
Caught in a realm they know next to nothing about, in a time
where they're hated for not what they are but how they look, these supernatural
teens may find it harder to curve their bloodlust than they thought.
Like most teens, even those with supernatural powers and
abilities, Elvira thinks that her days at Be Prepared High are a colossal waste
of time. Especially Feeding 101, since she's a cursed vampire that was born
without fangs. She and her friends view most of the classes as useless since
they never plan on venturing to the human realm. Why would they when Underlayes
was made specifically for every factions' safety, where they could roam free
day or night with not a care in the worlds.
But just like her parents always told her, sometimes you're
put into situations you can't control.
Elvira's life takes an unexpected turn when a wizard hell
bent on misplaced revenge kidnaps her and several of her friends. Not only does
she send them with a one-way ticket to Detroit, Michigan, she sends them to a
time when the tension amongst the races is at its highest. And having to deal
with race issues is the one thing that has never even been so much as a thought
to any of them and is the one course not on the roster.
But will everything they've learned in school be enough to
keep them alive? What will they all do when racism stares them in the face?
Most importantly, how will they get back home?
First
off, I don't live in your dimension, I live in a separate one called
Underlayes. Where the things that go bump in the night – werewolves, vampires,
mermaids, sirens, witches, and so much more – truly are real. Underlayes has
regular neighborhoods just like Earth does, we don’t live in a ton of dug out
caves, or cryptic looking castles; besides the royals anyway. We used to live
amongst you guys, but that was way before my time, and a story way too long and
boring for me to bother with repeating. Just know that we all truly do exist
and a very few of our number walk alongside you still. So, you may want to
think about that before you lay down at night after bullying the school nerd or
your shy co-worker. If they're the silent and quiet type they're more than
possibly plotting your untimely demise and deciding what side-dish you'd go
best with. Or what curse to place on you. Something my Mom should have thought
about a long, long time ago.
Me?
The names Elvira, yea, Mom and Pops have a sick and twisted sense of humor.
Which when you come to think of it is actually a very good thing, since Mom was
dumb enough to piss off a witch when she was preggers with me and my brother,
Dracula (yup, again with the humor), Drake for short. During one of her many
mood swings dear old Mom went completely off on an already pissed off witch;
something about the witch crossing in front of her, and Mom thinking that would
make us come out cross eyed (and you thought your mom was superstitious, Ha!).
Miss Witch decided to do her one better and really did curse us both. I was
granted with the gift of being the only vampire known of with NO FANGS! Since
Underlayes doesn't have hospitals bagged blood isn't exactly just lying around.
Why not just bite down extra hard you say? Probably because that leaves a big
chunk of meat in my mouth and vampires can't digest meat; we have a strictly
all liquid diet. Why not just slit someone's wrist and pour it in a cup you
ask? If you were on an all liquid diet, would one glass a day keep your hunger
pains at bay? NO! And draining someone completely dry doesn't work either,
unlike how they portray things in your human movies, blood clots up pretty
quickly when it hits air; unless pumped up with nasty anti-coagulants which
leave a horrible aftertaste and makes the blood nearly impossible to digest. So
the blood shortage on your neck of the veil? Feel free to blame that on us, Mom
and Dad had to feed us somehow during the experimental processes of properly
bagging and storing the blood the way humans do. But no worries, they haven’t
had to raid your neck of the realms in a long time now. The alchemist’s studied
the components your scientists used and now have it down pact.
I'm
not really sure if Drake's curse is worst or pretty much just as bad. Him? He
goes into a full-blown shock at the very sight of blood; fainting spells,
seizures, black outs, the works. Though lucky for him rarely all of those at
once. Lucky for Mom and Dad, he could still at least savor the taste and smell
of it. But talk about being seriously dependent upon someone else, hard to
nourish yourself when you can’t even look at your food. And as a baby? You try
putting a blindfold on an infant, especially one with fangs, and let me know
how well that works out for you. Ah, but it made for some fangtastic pranks
when I was thirteen, which also ended in a lot of punishments. But they were so
worth it!
So
that’s us, Elvie and Drake, two of the only known vampires forced to live on
bagged blood. Though Drake may get lucky one day and be able to savor a neck or
two, as long as he keeps his eyes shut tight and doesn’t dribble.
Can’t
we just break the curse you ask? Ask Aunt Flo that one. Did I fail to mention
the witch in question was, and still is Mom’s best friend? She’s also a witch
with more power than she can handle who needs to watch what she says at ALL
times. The curse was supposedly never intentional and trying to undo it has
proven pretty much impossible.
Mom, Trinity Alkaev, is a beautiful creature
with a body neither skinny nor large, but what one describes as buxom
perfection. Also, one of the most patient females you will ever meet, and a
truly ferocious beast, fangs and all, when pissed. Dad, Borya Alkaev, is the
strong not so silent type, with a chiseled chin and sculpted cheekbones in
which I heard would give Michaelangelo a run for his money. Born after the
creation of Underlayes, he’s only two hundred years old, so I never understood
how he ended up with such a thick accent as if he just left the great
Motherland of Russia. The exact opposite of Mom when it comes to patience, but
the best dad any set of unorthodox twins could ask for. Neither of them were an
only child, but both are the youngest and only surviving children from both of
their respective lines. Many died before the dimension of Underlayes was made,
some during the move. And Aunt Flo, I’m not even getting into that one. And as
far as looks go Drake and I are a perfect combination of the two, with the
exception of the fact that I have no fangs.
THUD. CRASH. SCREAM.
What
in Hel’s name was that?
“Elvira
Esfir Alkaev!” Moms blood-curling screams vibrated through the floorboards,
“How many times do I need to tell you not
to leave your blood bags lying around? Get down here and help me clean up this
mess. And carry your brother to his room!”
Well
there you have it, the usual beginning of a day in the house of Alkaev.
“Now
young lady!”
About the Author:
When you become a Mom, you begin to put yourself last, and your
combat boots begin to collect dust. Going to your child's PTA meetings in full
Gothic, especially industrial, regalia is pretty much frowned upon. Especially
by your own children, and your teens would die of a heart attack. But, one
should not have to completely stop being themselves, uniqueness is greatness.
So all of that darkness is put into words in her books, and designs in her
jewelry sold in her Gothic Moms Dark Charms shop on Etsy and Rebels Market.
Single mother of five beautiful children, but by
far more than just that. T. A. Moorman is an artist, a former violinist, a
seamstress, a crafter, a writer, a blogger, a reviewer, a dark confidant and a
darkly dangerous, fiercely protective friend. She still hopes to one day find
her Dark Knight in shining armor, since Prince Charming would never be able to
handle her. And currently broke, so go buy something of hers and tell everyone
you know how much you love this book.
New York Times bestselling author Lynsay Sands brings the heat in this new Argeneau novel, as one woman is rescued by an irresistible immortal …
“Vampires...”
When Raffaele Notte pulls a barely dressed, disoriented woman from the ocean, the last thing he expects is for her to utter that word. The immortal has come to the island resort to help his cousin, but now, it seems, there are rogue vampires dining on unsuspecting tourists. And he soon realizes that not only is Jess a target, she’s also the life mate he’s been waiting for…
Vampires are real. Jess would’ve never believed it until she saw them with her own eyes. She knows she has to get off the island, and her gallant rescuer has offered to help. There’s something about Raffaele that’s unlike any man she has ever met, and his touch sends pleasure through her that is beyond all imagining. But when Jess discovers who he really is, will she risk life as she knows it for a chance of forever by his side?
I received this as an arc and OMG i LOVED it! Even though this is book 28 it doesn't feel like torture and that the author is dragging it out just for the sake of money, this book is legit awesome like all the others. The witty one liners in this book are amazing and had me laughing the entire time I read it- especially the nickname that Jess makes up for "hot naked Raff". Raff saved Jess from Vasco and Cristo and repeatedly made sure everything was thought of and but Raff did everything to keep her happy except not tell the truth the entire time and then had it blow up in his face. Vasco was a great character and although his language was crude at times he really stepped in a lot in unexpected ways which was nice to see for a "vampirate". I definitely recommend this book though as I enjoyed it a lot.
Here are six sentences from my current #WIP In My Dreams...
As Ricardo gave me
another stroke so deep inside of me I felt his sac rubbing against my entrance
I screamed out with one last climax as he jettisoned inside, the warm trickling
feel of it making me come that much harder. But when I closed my eyes, I was
looking into the metallic silver irises that haunted my dreams, and they looked
angry as hell. I could almost hear a faint, foreign, yet familiar voice in the
back of my mind saying, I will find you.
When I opened my eyes,
Ricardo was staring straight into mine, but it felt like he was seeing right
through me to somewhere else, especially when he said, “She’s mine.”
Before I could ask him
anything or think any further, he claimed my lips in a crushing, almost
punishing kiss. Then I felt a tiny pinprick on the side of my hip and promptly
blacked out.
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That last statement he mumbled so quietly I almost missed
it. Not that it mattered—everything else he was telling me was almost too much
to take in all at once.
“No, I don’t wanna hear any more. Just stop. If what you’re
saying right now is true, then that means…” What had I done?
“That you killed—no, brutally murdered an innocent? Yes, it
means exactly that. No worries. I think it just makes you so much sexier. Rawr.
You sexy little minx, you. Seeing you in action like that gave me quite the
boner. I had to quickly wax on whack off—good thing no one could see me.”
“I’m glad to see you’re so happy right now. What I’m not
understanding is just what you get out of all of this? Besides getting your
rocks off.”
“Don’t you get it? I am now a free demon. The one who
summoned me died before he ever had a chance to send me back, never had a
chance to banish me from this realm. Granted, I’ll have to stay in this body,
but it does look soooo much better on me. Its original owner never did wear it
to its full potential, now did he?”
There went that damn laugh again. To say I was sick of
hearing it would be a truly drastic understatement.
It was all too much to take in. Not only had I lost days of
my life to lust, but I had just killed an innocent witch. Granted, the idiot
had had no business summoning a demon, especially when he’d apparently had no
idea what he was doing. A demon is so much worse than a djinn. Much worse. The
level of magic it had taken to bring a demon through the barriers into this
realm had to have been astronomical. All that power that Bran must have
possessed. Now it was all gone to waste after one dumb-ass decision. What had
he even been thinking? It wasn’t like he’d needed to win me or anything; he’d
already had me, whether I wanted him or not. Whether he wanted me or not, for
that matter. So this need to make me want him made no sense whatsoever.
“And you my lovely, will now be my bride. We are betrothed,
after all.”
“Wait, what?”
“Oh yes, with all the commotion and a little bit of smoke
and magic, I made it seem as though Bran were at least somewhat alive. Now all
I have to do is use my own demonic powers—which, yes, I do still have in case
you were wondering—make my face look like so much charred meat—you know, the
state you put the poor fool in—lay up for a while, then voila! An all healed-up
Bran!
“No one will be the wiser. I mean, really, who’s going to
tell? You? That would just make you a murderous bitch who committed treason
against the would-be king. Bran was an innocent, after all, his palace under
siege, a captive right alongside you.
“Well, I’d better get going, I do have my death bed to get
to and all. And no worries, when I do ‘come to’, I’ll just reassure them we
were merely having a lovers’ spat that got out of hand. I do rather like it
rough.” Laughing, he flashed away, leaving a trail of sulfur in his wake.
And I was left standing there like a deer shifter caught in
the headlights. This time, I wasn’t stupid enough to ask whether the day could
get any worse.
THE FIRST INSTALLMENT IN THE CHRONICLES OF ARCANA SERIES BY USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR DEBBIE CASSIDY.
If Buffy and Angel could have banged without him going all evil, then we would have had Wilomena Bastion.
Dragons suck, like literally suck the life out of you if you let them. Trick is not to look them directly in the eyes, like ever. So, the day Wila finds herself staring into the most dangerous Draconi’s pretty, emerald peepers, she knows she’s royally fucked.
No one said saving a bunch of kids from being served up as treats to the dragon liege was going to be easy. Options are limited—immediate execution or servitude, and Wila prefers to have her head remain firmly on her shoulders.
Now, the self-professed dark avenger must work to bring down a resistance of demons hell-bent on making life difficult for the dragon liege. And, if that wasn’t bad enough, her new position comes with a partner, the dragon liege’s favoured demon enforcer; a creature of fire, fury and washboard abs who—let’s face it—is just gonna cramp her style.
With the help of a ghostly receptionist, a talking dog and the thing that lives in the basement, Wila will be forced to take on a most dangerous task. It looks like some serious brooding is on the menu, because for the first time in forever, Wila isn’t sure she’s up to the job.
A city filled with monsters needs a woman who can kick ass, and Wilomena Bastion is just the gal for the job.
A kick-ass urban fantasy with a slow burn reverse harem romance.
To celebrate the release of CITY OF DEMONS by Debbie Cassidy, we’re giving away a paperback copy of the book!
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About Debbie Cassidy
DEBBIE CASSIDY lives in England, Bedfordshire, with her three kids and very supportive husband. Coffee and chocolate biscuits are her writing fuels of choice, and she is still working on getting that perfect tower of solitude built in her back garden. Obsessed with building new worlds and reading about them, she spends her spare time daydreaming and conversing with the characters in her head – in a totally non psychotic way of course. She writes High Fantasy, Urban Fantasy and Science Fiction. Debbie also writes dark, diverse Urban Fantasy fiction, under the pen name Amos Cassidy, with her best friend Richard Amos.
“You sure wasn’t
thinking about all that when you killed not just one, but two cops. That were
white, in a black neighborhood, where you left their squad car. And let two humans walk away with their
memories intact. But now you’re
worried about doing something that may affect the past?”
I knew she was
glaring at me with her eyebrows touching her hairline even though at that point
I had lost the battle with my eyelids. “Dude, you know right well that was
different.” I managed to say.
“Why, cause it
was you?”
“Look, do you.
I’m not about to argue with you right now.” She was still talking smack, not
wanting me to get the last word, but I was beyond listening. I just let her say
whatever she wanted to and let the sunlight take hold and pull me into a deep
slumber.
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Tialanna is fated to become the queen of all Underlayes witches. She thinks the worst part of her life is the fact that she’s betrothed to a complete stranger while in love with someone else. She’s in for a rude awakening when she discovers who, and what, she truly is.
Tialanna is about to learn the truth behind several lies, because not only does her life depend on it, but so does the fate of the family she never even knew she had. But hey, life would probably just be boring if she didn't have to deal with elemental witches, vampires, demons, sorcerers, bindings, spells, lust and betrayal. Right?
***This book is intended for mature audiences only as it includes both graphic violence and graphic sex***
THE FIRST INSTALLMENT IN THE CHRONICLES OF ARCANA SERIES BY USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR DEBBIE CASSIDY.
