Friday, August 17, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 8/22/2018




NEW ~ BOX SET


Lions, wolves, and...football players.

Featuring Running Wild (The Real Werewives of Alaska), Rescue Me (Sawtooth Shifters), and Wanted by the Lion (Colorado Shifters).


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When the devilishly handsome Luke Snow shows up at the clinic with a wounded teen, she’s intensely drawn to him. His alpha male personality is exactly what she doesn’t want in a man. But Snow may be the only one to turn to when the nightmares become reality.


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A passionate one-night-stand in a strange hotel room, a heat of the moment bite… and one missing mate. Desperate to find the woman who could be the key to their happiness, Dylan and Carter turn to the Paranormal Dating Agency for help. If Gerri can find Jade and bring them all together, there’s a happily ever after waiting.


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Feast of Reverence is 1st and FR*EE




Serena served as an assassin for centuries. Lately, the only thing she wants to eliminate is her relationship with Nicholai—until he’s accused of murdering his human descendant. As the body count rises, Serena and Nicholai are forced to work together to track down the killer before it's too late.



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Devon will do anything to protect his little sister from becoming a breeder, even if it means starting a war. As battle lines are drawn, Devon’s alpha instincts take over, and he must fight to keep the ones he loves safe, especially the woman who has stolen his heart.



Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Interview with Decadent Kane


Decadent Kane



Can you believe it's the middle of August already? I recently went on vacation to Yellowstone for the first time, and I live in Wyoming, it was a big deal. I loved seeing the painted pots and all the wonderful scenery. But I missed being around my readers online, so I'm happily jumping in with both feet with all of you!

If you don't know much about me, here's the highlights: My name stems from an online burlesque name generator (best pen name ever). I write sexy elves, shifters, and demons. And last and possibly the most important thing you can know about me... Dean Winchester is my obsession.


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What sparked the idea for your first (or latest) series?


I spoke with another author about a mutli-author series, one where books are written around a basic them, like Zodiac Shifters, and then each book stands alone so they don't have to be read in order. I loved this idea. But they take it a step further and try to make it more than a normal wolf shifter or something common (though those exist as well). So I researched some myths and fell in love with the Chimera myth. The research sparked characters to come to life in my head...and my Dark Khimairan series was born. 

Only the Khimairan lore in my books, is like nothing you have ever heard before. *winks*



He's the leader of the Khimairan shifters and that won't save him from turning primal. Once his beast takes over…there's no coming back. Unless he can find his mate before he turns, killing everyone he holds dear. When Bailey walks into his life, he thought he'd found everything he needed as his Leo zodiac mark was invoked. However, she wants nothing to do with Khimairan shifters and knows nothing of her real heritage...



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What are your top 5 song picks for a writing session?


Songs? Well... I don't listen to music during a writing session. I actually need a lot of quiet to sit and write. I can't even handle basic background noise like the TV being on etc... 

In that sense I actually envy the semi quiet life of my elves. Especially Joren, my elf pirate captain. He can sail away, and while the water may be rough, he has the peace he needs. Well at least until he meets his mate and he realizes land can have just as much to offer, as long as her stole isn't stolen in the process of trying to win her over.



When Pepper set out for the day, the last thing she expected was to come face to face with a pirate. But when she locks eyes with the Captain, she's ready to let him pillage or plunder whatever he wants. At least until his drow shipmate decided to steal her for himself.


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Who would you pick to play one of your heros in a movie? Why?


To play one of my heroes...I think the hero would have to be Reed from Tempting Clover, one of my sexy elf books. And I'd pick... Jensen Ackles. 

Come on...can't you just imagine him...as an elf...who owns a bar... and the lead female, Clover, gets him all hot and bothered only to leave him hanging, unzipped in front of customers while she disappears into the nether... Yummy. Giggles. He'd be splendid as an elf. Okay- maybe it's because I'm obsessed with Dean Winchester...



Reed's life was simple, own a bar, walk to work, fight a little. He didn't expect to tangle with a wanton elfess who disappeared on him not once but twice. Let alone save her from a depraved goblin. He'd sworn off women like her for good, so why did he feel the need to protect her?



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What's next?


Up next is a new series. Last year I was asked last minute to participate in a boxed set. I had a single week to write a story- 2 weeks to get it edited and have it turned in by the end of week 4. Because of the short time frame- I created a shortened version of the story I really wanted to tell. 

Now I have the rights back and I added a whole bunch of story details, finished plot pieces, and character stuff to round out the story. It's about a Siberian Dragon who has his scales stolen. His mate ends up being the broker for the people trying to sell said scales on the darknet. And she has a fun way of getting his attention...which includes using her mirage magic to look exactly like him. Shifting Facade is the first book in my Siberian Paradox series and is currently available for pre-order. It will release October 2018.



After Grigori's dragon scales are stolen, he catches a lead in Paradox City. The culprit? A sassy little thing who masquerades as him to make a sale! He might have found that adorable if she hadn't taken his dragon powers too. Intrigued by the female's abilities, Grigori set his sight on claiming what is rightfully his, and in the process, the female just might find her way to her knees...




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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 8/15/2018



99¢ SALE


When safety manager, Nessa Caspian, learns the mining inspector, Kyle Harper, has to shut down her family’s legacy, she’s livid—that is until she realizes the super hot man is her future mate. Well crap. Now what is she supposed to do? Bite him?


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Roar is a rare Phoenix shifter - a nearly extinct race starting to emerge from isolation. Treva has been imprisoned in labs. Two awkward people with strong feelings - will they figure it out amid all the danger surrounding them?


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Genevieve finds herself completely out her element thanks to Gerri Wilder from the Paranormal Dating Agency. Cougar shifter Brooks Adler doesn’t expect a city slicker to show up on his doorstep expecting all the amenities of a high end spa. With a little coaxing, Genevieve might let her guard down and life on the ranch might be to her liking.

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Fleeing a stalker ex, Cora heads into the shifter state of Cascadia with one thing on her mind: freedom. She's not looking for love, no matter how sexy the men of Cascadia might be... Rugged, sexy bear shifters Ash and Hunter are mates. Their lives are perfect, except for one thing: they need a woman to complete their triad. 


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Step 1: Summon demon to find kidnapped sister. 

Step 2: Curse the gods because said demon turns out to be a hot mess.

Step 3: Resist the demon’s irreverent charm by—wait, where did my panties go?



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Anna Lowe is giving away 4 copies of ALPHA PASSIONS: 4 Steamy, Suspenseful Paranormal Romances!


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Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Bear the Consequences is 1st and FR*EE



Alasdair isn't focused on finding his mate. He only has one thing on his mind - avenging his sister. Until he meets his fated mate, Finley. She accepts Alasdair's mark without a second thought but soon learns of the grudge her new mate's family has against her father. Will she have to bear the consequences of his mistake?



*EXCERPT* Magnolia Mystic by Lisa Kessler





He finally found a reason to live, just in time to die... Skye Olson is a psychic, but a bad break up has left her confidence in her abilities shaken.  Colton Hayes spent his mortal life plundering royal ships with his pirate crew, but one holy relic changed everything.  Now he'll protect Skye, even if it costs his heart.



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~ EXCERPT ~ 

By the time they left Bob’s, the streets were empty. Colton hadn’t lost track of time like that in…more years than he cared to think about.
He stopped in front of her shop and took her hand. “Thank you for the unexpected evening.” He brushed a kiss to her knuckles. “I hope it won’t be our last.”
Skye grinned, her cheeks still flushed with the Drunken Pirate drinks Bob kept pushing on them. “I thought you only had eyes for your ship.”
God, she was beautiful. “Until I met you.”
“So you do know how to be charming.” She took a step closer, looking up at him. “Maybe you could give me a proper tour sometime.”
Oh, he wanted to give her so much more than a tour. He brought his hand up to caress her cheek. “Anytime.”
“How about now?”
His heart thumped in his chest, and alcohol warmed his gut. Given the choice between sitting alone worrying about Eli and whether or not the curse was ending, or spending more time with her…ah hell that wasn’t even a choice. “Why not?”
He took her hand again, enjoying the spark of fire that lit through his bloodstream and led her through the fog toward River Street.
Seeing the usually bustling area empty was equally beautiful and haunting. It brought back memories of earlier days. Centuries before cell phones and email. Back when his crew would drop anchor in the cloak of night and shanghai new crew members out of the pubs.
Lifetimes ago.
He walked her across the gangplank and hopped down onto the deck. Turning back, he reached up to clasp her waist.
Her eyes widened. “Wasn’t there a step before?”
“Aye.” He nodded. “It’s for tourists.”
She still didn’t move. “So I’m not a tourist anymore?”
“No.” He shook his head and lowered her to the deck. Staring down into her eyes, his hands slid up her sides. “You’re my guest.”
She tipped her chin up toward him. He couldn’t resist the invitation, bending to kiss her lips. He hummed into her mouth as she opened, welcoming his exploration. She tasted like rum, root beer, and something wild he couldn’t place, but it didn’t matter. He wanted more.
Craved it.
Her hands moved up his chest, as he clenched a handful of her silky hair in his fist. He held her tighter. God, she was made for his arms. His heart pounded in his ears reminding him…he was alive. Until he bumped into her on the stern of the ship, only the swells of the open sea gave him a rush of passion.
His erection throbbed between them, and regretfully, she broke the kiss, stepping out of his embrace.
She reached up to touch her lips. “What the hell was that?”  
“A damned fine kiss.” His chest rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath.
She nodded, dropping her hand. Studying his face, her voice softened. “I don’t know what Bob put in those Drunken Pirates tonight, but wow. I’m impressed.”
He chuckled. “That kiss had nothing to do with the drinks.”
Her grin lit up the night. “Pretty confident for a pirate.”
“Aye.” He allowed his true accent to color his voice. “Haven’t ye heard? We excel at confidence, lass.”
“Damn.” She came closer, laying her hand over his heart. “You do make a sexy pirate.”
Except it wasn’t an act. She’d never believe him anyway, and he wasn’t ready for the night to end, so he kept the truth where it belonged. Buried.

Wolf Pack Newsletter - 8/8/2018

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NEW ~ 99¢ SALE ~ FR*EE in KU

Nova’s family expects her to fail, and she’s determined to prove them wrong. Her first mission isn’t going to plan, though. Her ship has crashed and she’s the only survivor. Now, she must convince the handsome human that she means him no harm and is there to help him.


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A collection of new and previously published short stories and novellas featuring those of the Adirondack Pack.


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Colonel Andrea Staton is dedicated to finding the doorway from Earth to planet Amazon. The advanced world she expects is now a primitive world at war with Gallegos, the closest planet to them. Now she must learn to fight and choose between the two men that desire her.


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Billionaire dragon lusts for forbidden fairy princess. Alpha male Quinn risks heartbreak when he breaks the rules to pursue strongminded curvy Moira. This strongminded BBW is drawn to artist Quinn, but isn’t keen on becoming a dragoness. And Quinn’s secret hoard of naked fairy pictures may be a deal breaker…


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Just 1 More


I can't resist a great read and my friends always write the best books.

Take a look and see if you find anything you like.


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Drake Evers, a widower who lives in a remote mountain mansion, is content with life. He spends all his time on various business ventures, acquiring a massive fortune. But once he unexpectedly gains custody of twin sixteen-year-old daughters, his well-ordered world crumbles. When one of the twins goes missing, he'll risk anything to find her—even if it means turning to the witch who spurned him years ago.


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Slade has two choices. Honor his murdered kin and serve Team Greywolf, or once healed, obey King Conan and return to his territory with an alpha mate. Complicating his decision is his relentless desire for the hot sexy little she-wolf, Cricket.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

*EXCERPT* Save a Horse, Ride a Dragon by Julia Mills






Grab your hat and boots and head for the desert, ‘cause this lady’s claiming her Dragon and nothin’ will ever be the same.




 

~ EXCERPT ~ 

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”
Whap! Cluck! Kick!
“Owwwwww, oh, owwwowwwowwww. Shit! Shit! Shit!”
Hopping on one foot, cursing the day she’d ever decided to take a cross-country trip all by her lonesome, Dax glared at the steam shooting from the radiator of her bright red Jeep Cherokee. “What the hell, Daisy Mae? Why now? Why here?” Dropping her booted foot onto the dry, dusty ground even though her toes still ached from where she’d kicked her beloved Jeep in the rear tire, she looked one way and then the other. “There’s nothing but dirt, cactus, and coyote crap for miles.”
Stomping towards the vehicle and throwing open the back door, she grabbed two of her last three gallons of drinking water with a grunt and a groan. Making her way back to the front of the vehicle, she plopped them on the ground and pulled her cell phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. Might as well call her bestie and listen to her bitch while waiting for the engine to cool off enough to work on it.
Leaning her butt against Daisy Mae’s front quarter panel, she slid her finger along the screen, tapped in her password, and spat, “Son of a…” Shaking her fist that was holding the device above her head towards the cell phone gods, she slapped the useless phone against her thigh and snarled, “No service. None at all. Why the hell do I even pay the stupid bill? I swear to the Goddess that damn salesman said, ‘Coverage all over the world’. I oughta burn his stupid little bubble-gum-pink shop to the ground.”
Marching back to the vehicle, she opened the driver’s side door, dropped into the seat and slapped the palm of her free hand against the steering wheel again and again as she threw back her head and screamed, “What did I ever do to you? I give to charity, feed stray animals, don’t litter, and say my prayers. Can’t I at least get a break this one time? I mean, come…”
The sound of her cell phone playing ‘Poison’ by Bel Biv DeVoe had Dax whipping the device up from her leg and punching the green button with so much force the tip of the nail on her index finger went flying through the air. Slamming the phone to her ear, she demanded, “Bryn is that you? Bryn? Bryndle Ma…”
“Stop right there, Dakota Jane Sparks. I swear I’ll turn you into a toad and laugh my ass off every single time your butt bumps the ground.”
Rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath to keep from shrieking at her best friend, Dax quickly changed the subject and asked, “How did you call me? This stupid phone has no service. I swear this whole damn cell phone thing is a serious rip-off. I oughta…”
“Did you really just ask me that?” Bryn interrupted with a tsk. “I am part witch, ya’ know? Just like you, except for the fact that I know how to use mine for more than heating up my coffee, popping popcorn, and making the margarita glasses frosty.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re a regular Sabrina the Teenage Witch.” She’d thought about calling the woman who’d been her bestie since grade school Endora but knew that would only make the five-foot-nothing bundle of piss and vinegar feistier than she already was, so Dax had gone with the cute, little, blond TV witch just to keep the peace.
And Bryn will pay for that shit later…
Was there something wrong with embracing her Fire Horse side and basically ignoring her Celtic Witch heritage? Being a horse that could fly, breath fire, manipulate fire – basically make fire her beyotch, not to mention having a swirly, glowing-ember horn like a Unicorn if she wanted to was way better than zapping empty bottles with spells and wands any old day of the week.
Sure, her mom would never understand why she didn’t practice witchcraft. For the tall, slender redheaded witch who Dax called momma, with the face of an angel, and a heart of gold, being a Witch and wielding magic had come naturally. She’d taught many a novice with elegant expertise – every single one, but her own daughter, that is.
The battle had been ongoing from the first time sparks flew from Dax’s fingers when she was still in nappies. “Yoo cannae expect tae master yer magic if ye ne'er try, Dakota, me loove. Flyin' aroond wi' yer hooves in th' air will only git ye sae far.” She could hear her mother’s thick Scottish brogue as if the fiery redhead was standing at her side.
Of course, right on the heels of her mom’s warning came her dad’s smooth, southern drawl of reassurance. “Now there’s nothin’ wrong with Dax spreading her wings every once in a while, Darlin’.” He’d always pull his wife close and kiss her on the top of the head before adding, “Besides, if she doesn’t blow off some of that fire, she might just combust.”
Too damn cute for words – that was her parents. Even the story of how they met was something that made everyone swoon. It was actually kind of sickening and absolutely adorable and something Dax wanted more than she would ever in a million years admit out loud.
“Hello! Earth to Dax. Come in, Dakota Ja…”
“Dammit, Bryn, shut your mouth!” Dax seethed, feeling the fire building in her veins and working as hard as she could to keep it under control. “I let it slide once, but that’s all you get. I may not be able to turn you into a toad, but I can darn sure set that closet of yours ablaze.”
“You wouldn’t?” Bryn squealed.
Clearing her throat and getting her brain out of the clouds while ignoring her friends outrage at the threat to the metric ton of clothes, shoes, and purses she’d acquired over the hundreds of years they’d been alive, Dax snapped right back to reality and sassed, “Since you didn’t whip up this phone call to help me with my car troubles, and I’m praying it wasn’t to just call me by my Christian name and lecture me for the umpteenth time about my inept skills in the field of magic, why don’t you just get on with it?”
Yes, she was winding her bestie up, but that’s what friends are for, right?
“No, I will not help you with that beat-up, hunk of junk. I’ve told you a hundred times that you…”
“I need to get a new car or learn the spell to fix the one I have or both,” Dax groaned in unison with Bryn’s usual litany, laughing out loud when her friend added, “Because I am older, smarter, and prettier.”
Laughing even harder when she heard the chuckle in Bryn’s voice, Dax teased, “And more of a pain in the ass.”
“Hey, now, I resemble that statement.”
Laughing so hard she had to work to catch her breath, Dax wheezed, “Yes, you do, my dear, but then again, so do I.”
“No, truer words were ever spoken.”
Switching her phone to the other ear so she could take a drink of water when Dax was finally able to form a coherent sentence, she asked, “So, before you bibbidi-bobbidi-boo my pleasantly round ass home, what did you really call for?”
“Oh, yeah, that.” Bryn suddenly sounded distracted right before an eerie buzz joined their conversation. “I was…I was…yeah…ummm…”
“Out with it. I’m sweating like the last turkey in a field of pigs the day before Thanksgiving. This place is hot as hell and twice as dry.” 
Waiting for a snappy comeback from the girl who’d taught her to cuss with fluid elegance, blow spitballs with accuracy, and shoot beer cans off a fence at a hundred yards with an ancient Winchester, a creepy feeling started to creep up Dax’s spine. Something was off. Bryn was never quiet, even if she had nothing to say. The tiny Witch had two speeds – fast and faster – and that was for her feet, her mouth, her mind, and her magic.
Sitting up straight as she threw the empty water bottle over her shoulder and into the backseat, Dax growled, “Bryn, you’re freakin’ me out. What the hell is goin’ on?”
“I just can’t… It’s that…” Her voice sounded hollow and oh so very far away.

“Alright, enough messin’ around. This isn’t funny at all. Talk to me. Dammit, Bryn…”