Two
men—enemies of her people—will stop at nothing to have her gift, her desire and
love
The
Prophecy, Book 1
Trapped in a blood feud, Liz uses
her healing power to bring Zeke Neekoma from the brink of death so her clan can
exploit his prophecies. During the ceremony, she drapes her nudity over his,
experiencing his building strength, the stunning pleasure of his caress as he
takes her without warning, using her as he wills.
His hunger for a woman he’s
supposed to hate isn’t what Zeke expected, nor does he intend to deny himself.
Kidnapping Liz, he’s resolved that she heal his brother Jacob ambushed by her
people. At his stronghold, Zeke keeps Liz captive to his and Jacob’s desires.
The brothers pleasure her without restraint and in ways she’s never known.
Before, her life was filled with loneliness and wanting. Now…
Used by two powerful men,
threatened by her clan’s determination to get her back, Liz risks all as she
surrenders to Zeke’s and Jacob’s lust, the ecstasy of their touch and her most
traitorous needs.
PRAISE FOR COME FILL ME
5 SILVER STARS - A TRUE GEM
"WOW. I was totally overwhelmed with “Come Fill Me”. I was grabbed from the first word and wasn’t let go until the last bullet was fired. I was awed with the story-line, overcome with the passion and thrilled with the way it was written. Not your normal “paranormal” romance, “Come Fill Me” is a modern day story filled with love, lust and betrayal; two factions brought to this world by two different alien races with two different goals – one to live peacefully the other to take over and control them all."
Kitty Angel - Guilty Pleasures
I was enthralled by this book. Tina Donahue has a way with words that seamlessly brought together hot sex with a brilliant story.
FOUR STARS - FIVE FLAMES
"The plot of the story was really good. It had a lot of action and sex in it. I really liked how the author came up with blending the Aztecs with alien life forms. The two clans that were the resulting offspring having special powers and also access to the alien technologies and materials that regular humans have never seen before was a nice touch."
Rachel - The Jeep Diva
All in all a very promising hot series. I can’t wait to see where we go next in the second installment.
TEASERS
Thanks so much for reading today's post. Hope you enjoyed it!
Margaret Izard is here to tell us about her time travel paranormal romance Stone of Lust, Stones of Iona book 3.
There's also a great giveaway.
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She finds true love in the past, but is his love worth risking her
future?
Stone of Lust
Stones of Iona
Book 3
by Margaret Izard
Genre: Time
Travel, Paranormal Romance
She finds true love in the past, but is his love worth risking her
future?
She dreams of a
Viking warrior with Fae-blue eyes and a God-like body that makes her heart
pound like no other. Trying to save her kidnapped sister-in-law, Ainslie
follows her back to the Vikings of Scotland, where she faces the very man who
has haunted her dreams.
When Jarl, Rannick
MacRaghnaill meets the alluring Warrior Woman who helped steal his
warship, she dresses in clothing so strange that every curve teases his senses.
But is she, as she claims, a woman from the future or an irresistible lying
thief?
She’d risk her
life to save her sister-in-law. He’d risk his honor to win her heart. Can both
hardened warriors save the realms from the evilest of Fae’s minds combined with
the most dangerous of humans?
Margaret Izard is
an award-winning author of historical fantasy and paranormal romance novels.
She spent her early years through college to adulthood dedicated to dance,
theater, and performing. Over the years, she developed a love for great
storytelling in different mediums. She does not waste a good story, be it
movement, the spoken, or the written word. She discovered historical romance
novels in middle school, which combined her passion for romance, drama, and
fantasy. She writes exciting plot lines, steamy love scenes and always falls
for a strong male with a soft heart. She lives in Houston, Texas, with her
husband and adult triplets and loves to hear from readers.
Bill McCormick is here to tell us about The Brittle Riders, book 1, science fiction-fantasy.
There's also a great giveaway.
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After humans circumvented anti-AI laws and made new species
to fulfill roles of menial laborers, sex slaves, and shock troops those
creations eventually rose up and killed every man, woman, and child on the
planet. This is the world if Frankenstein's monsters ruled the Earth.
The Brittle Riders
Book One
by Bill McCormick
Genre: Science Fiction Fantasy
In a far future, Earth had already been visited by an alien
race called the Sominids, who came here for the express purpose of drinking and
having sex with everyone they could. When one of their infamous parties
resulted in the moon being cut in half and killing everyone who happened to
live there, they quietly left. Their encounter with the Sominids had taught the
human race many things, primarily that faster-than-light travel did not exist.
Denied the stars, the human race began to dwindle in numbers and terminate all
of their space programs.
A thousand years later, a scientist named Edward Q. Rohta
circumvented anti-AI laws, laws which had been on the books for millennia, by
creating organic creatures to provide manual labor. Instead of dying after ten
years, as promised in the company brochure, they would develop flu-like
symptoms and go into hiding. Eventually, fed up with the mistreatment they
suffered at the hands of humans, they rose up and killed every man, woman, and
child on the planet. This is the story of what happens next. The Brittle
Riders; Apocalypses are funny that way.
A very unique tone and world, reminiscent of GUARDIANS OF
THE GALAXY meets a MAGNIFICENT SEVEN/DIRTY DOZEN - type setup, but with a look,
flavor, and lexicon all its own. In a world where studios and streamers are
looking for IP that's expansive, both narratively and in terms of ancillary
possibilities (prequels, offshoots, video games, etc.), (The Brittle Riders)
certainly seems to offer up a number of possibilities. - Garrick Dion –
Producer
BILL McCORMICK is an award-winning and critically acclaimed
author of several novels, graphic novels, and comic book series, and has
appeared in numerous anthologies. He began writing professionally in 1986 for
the Chicago Rocker Magazine in conjunction with his radio show on Z-95 (ABC-FM)
and went on to write for several other magazines and blogs. He wrote a twisted
news & science blog at WorldNewsCenter.org. It provided source material for
his weekly radio show on WBIG 1280 AM, FOX!, which aired from 10/2010 to
8/2022. Bill is a big fan of music and this rainbow-haired goddess who married
him just for fun. You can find out more about him at BillMcSciFi.com.
Michele Pariza Wacek is here to tell us about her cozy mystery The Mysterious Case of the Missing Motive, the Redemption Detective Agency, book 1.
There's also a great giveaway.
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A spin-off from
the Charlie Kingsley Mystery series! The Redemption Detective Agency is a
funny, twisty cozy mystery series set in the 1990s featuring silver sleuths
solving cold cases. Great for fans of the Thursday Murder Club.
The Mysterious
Case of the Missing Motive
The Redemption
Detective Agency Book 1
by Michele Pariza
Wacek
Genre: Cozy
Mystery
When life gives
you lemons, make lemonade. Or maybe a gin and tonic.
But, beggars can't be choosers. Even if part of the deal is she has to pretend
to work at her aunt's latest hair-brained scheme, The Redemption Detective
Agency.
Seriously, the woman is a retired nurse. Why does she think she's remotely
qualified to run a detective agency, especially in a creepy little town like
Redemption?
But, when a strange phone call suddenly thrusts them into an actual case, Emily
finds herself hoping her aunt really does know what she's doing ... or an
innocent person may be the one to suffer the consequences.
A spin-off from the Charlie Kingsley Mystery series! The Redemption Detective
Agency is a funny, twisty cozy mystery series set in the 1990s featuring silver
sleuths solving cold cases. Great for fans of the Thursday Murder Club.
A USA Today
Bestselling, award-winning author, Michele taught herself to read at 3 years
old because she wanted to write stories so badly. It took some time (and some
detours) but now she does spend much of her time writing stories. Mystery
stories, to be exact. They're clean and twisty, and range from psychological
thrillers to cozies, with a dash of romance and supernatural thrown into the
mix. If that wasn't enough, she posts lots of fun things on her blog, including
short stories, puzzles, recipes and more, at MPWNovels.com.
Michele grew up in Wisconsin, (hence why all her books take place there), and
still visits regularly, but she herself escaped the cold and now lives in the
mountains of Prescott, Arizona with her husband and southern squirrel hunter
Cassie.
When she's not writing, she's usually reading, hanging out with her dog, or
watching the Food Network and imagining she's an awesome cook. (Spoiler alert,
she's not. Luckily for the whole family, Mr. PW is in charge of the cooking.)
Caleb Stephens is here to tell us about his thriller If You Lie.
There's also a great giveaway.
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If You Lie: A Thriller
Caleb Stephens
Publication date: November 1st 2024
Genres: Adult, Thriller
A buried past. A new-age cult. A floating prison with no way off.
Seven years ago, Olivia woke up in the trunk of a stranger’s car—and barely escaped with her life. She’s been looking over her shoulder ever since.
Now, Olivia is a true-crime podcaster on a mission to help other women avoid her fate. But years spent covering violence and crime have left her burned out. So when Olivia’s estranged sister Quinn invites her to reconnect on an exclusive cruise, she jumps at the chance for a break…only this trip won’t be the relaxing vacation she’s hoping for.
The ship is elegant, the meals are divine, and the people are friendly—maybe too friendly. But Quinn isn’t the sister Olivia remembers. And strange things are starting to happen that echo Olivia’s past in unsettling ways.
When someone on the ship goes missing, Olivia realizes she’s playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. Only this time, she might not survive.
The muted whoosh of wind. The high whine of rubber kissing asphalt.
I was moving.
Why am I moving?
Air clawed up my throat and slid back down again—slowly, painfully—my lungs pulling harder than my esophagus would allow, my chest rising and falling in uneven shifts. I couldn’t breathe.
I should be able to—
My eyelids snapped open to darkness. Pure black. I tried to scream and couldn’t. My voice was gone, lost in my burning throat. Another sound came instead—this one closer, directly overhead.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
I raised my hands and brushed a loose rod, then pushed past it and felt cool metal press against my palm. I followed it lower, the metal curving behind my head until it terminated in a rubber seal.
A car, I thought. I’m in a trunk.
Oh, God …
Oh, fuck.
It’s why my knees were jammed in a fetal position, why a rough pad of carpet burned against my cheek and scratched my neck. A shot of cold panic swam down my spine. Time stuttered, and I wheezed for oxygen. It felt like I was breathing through a straw. I was going to pass out if I didn’t get it together and fast.
Focus, Olivia. Stay calm.
And then: He thinks I’m dead.
It’s why my hands weren’t bound, why my mouth wasn’t gagged. It’s why my ankles weren’t slung in an interstate of knots. The man who’d done this to me thought I was dead. I could still feel his fingers squeezing, digging into my neck, could still hear his voice burning hot in my ear.
Fucking die, already!
Those words pouring over me in a shower of sour breath.
Clack. C-Clack. Clack.
Think, Olivia! You have to think!
I slowed my breathing and forced my mind to calm. There had to be a way to open the trunk or signal another car. A wire to rip free from the brake lights or a latch to pop. Didn’t all the newer cars have those specifically for situations like this? For women who, like me, simply disappeared?
And I would disappear if I didn’t find a way to get out.
My heart sloshed in my chest, and I rolled to my right, toward the sidewall of the trunk, and extended an arm. My fingers brushed over objects I recognized. Jumper cables, and a can of gas. Coiled rope and boxes. A hard plastic case. Duct tape. Nothing else.
Jesus, no latch.
I tried the other side, muttering a prayer as my hands crawled through a graveyard of clinking bottles, my fingers scraping over the dry brush of cardboard and through the crinkle of plastic sacks. Dust tickled the back of my nose, and I nearly unleashed a sneeze before I bit it off. Don’t! He’ll hear you. Then I tried again, moving slower this time, feeling for what had to be there.
And it was—nestled a few inches above the floor of the trunk.
A trunk release. A lever to pull.
Reality wobbled. My heart fluttered and crashed.
Work, I thought. Please, God, work.
I pulled.
There came a click, and the world exploded into a fireball of light. A gray sky moved above me, swollen with thunderheads, trees sweeping past on either side. Headlights coasted behind the car in a sea of rushing metal. Cold rain lashed against my neck. I forced myself upright, and the brakes slammed and sent me hurtling backward as the car screeched to a stop.
Move! Move! Move!
I scrambled from the trunk.
One foot connected with the ground. The other slipped. I crashed to the road, and the sound of rain filled my ears along with the heavy thunk of a door opening. Two boots hit asphalt.
His boots.
Air scabbed over my lips. The world swam.
Go! I pushed myself upright—and I ran. Across the white line on the shoulder of the road and into traffic with brakes shrieking all around me. Horns tearing past. Rain pelting my face. Wind hissing in my ears. Behind me came a full-throat roar.
“Stop, you fucking bitch!”
My lungs burned for air, everything smearing to a blur.
“I said, stop!” Louder this time. Closer.
But I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. I kept running—pushing through the fire in my chest, ignoring the pain in my throat—until I stumbled off the road and tumbled down a grass-slicked descent.
Rolling now. Everything spinning. Gasping for air.
I splashed into a pool of muddy water and came up coughing, wiping my eyes to a sight that filled me with terror. The man stood above me on the hill, looking down with one hand balled into a fist and the other holding a knife.
You’re dead, I thought. He’s going to kill you.
A cloud of blue and red light rose behind him followed by a voice. “Remain where you are! Drop the knife!”
But the man didn’t. He just stared down at me with his breath turning to mist.
And took a step. Took another.
Then the gunshots rang out.
Author Bio:
Caleb Stephens is an award-winning author writing from Denver, Colorado. His novels include the thrillers If You Lie, The Girls in the Cabin, and Feeders, as well as the darkly humorous urban fantasy novel, Soul Couriers, which is forthcoming in 2025. His fiction collection If Only a Heart and Other Tales of Terror includes the short story “The Wallpaper Man,” which was adapted to film by Falconer Film & Media in 2022. He's hard at work writing his next thriller.
A victim searching for answers meets a vampire
fighting demons of his own.
Scarred in mind and body after a brutal attack, Mara travels
to Spain
in pursuit of an explanation for flashbacks that hint at supernatural evil.
There she meets Adam, a gorgeous vampire fighting demons of his own. Bound by
mutual attraction and suffering, it seems they can heal each other, until their
romantic relationship turns potentially deadly for one of them.
Note: The Immaculate was previously published. This re-edited
version contains additional scenes. The Immaculate contains scenes with sex and
violence. The story refers to past rape, past child abuse, and a past suicide
attempt.
Excerpt:
The door opened and Adam stepped inside, drenched, his dark
hair a mass of shiny ringlets.
Mara hopped off the bed and into his arms.
“It’s pouring.” He squeezed her and kissed the top of her
head. “There's a thunderstorm coming.”
“I love thunderstorms.”
“Do you?”
“Don’t you think they’re romantic?”
He brushed his thumb across her lips. “That depends on who
I’m with.” He glanced down to the floor and smiled. “You have such small feet.”
“I’m five foot three, what do you expect?”
“They’re so cute.”
She glanced down at her bare feet and curled her toes into
the carpet. She’d never considered her feet to be a point of attraction. To
her, they were short and stubby. Even the grape colored nail polish did little
for them.
“I have to take a shower before the storm starts.”
“Don’t bother.” Mara grasped his T-shirt and tugged him
toward the bed.
He laughed. “Turning wild on me?”
“You bet.”
Though her strength didn’t affect him, he allowed her to push
him onto the bed. She grasped the bottom of his shirt, dragged it over his
head, and tossed it aside. Adam reached for the light and turned it off,
bathing the room in blackness, except for an occasional streak of lightning.
Straddling his waist, she ran her hands over the massive
expanse of his hot, damp chest. Lowering her mouth to his, she murmured, “I
haven’t felt this good in so long. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He lifted his head slightly and kissed her.
Mara’s hands slid over his shoulders and behind his neck, supporting it as
their lips caressed and their tongues stroked each other.
Outside thunder rumbled and the wind wailed.
“Umm,” Mara purred, allowing him to remove her tank top.
Wrapping his arms around her, he trapped her body against
his. He emanated heat from running, his muscles like steel beneath velvety
flesh textured by hair in all the right places. She’d expected him to feel
rough somehow, yet his regenerative nature made his skin feel soft and new.
She wondered why vampires were so often compared to wolves.
Adam reminded her of a big, sleek cat. Smooth, lean, flexible and powerful.
“Touch me,” she whispered, her heart pounding at the
potential risks of her request. Risks with another man, not with Adam.
“I’m tired of being afraid.”
“I’m glad you’re not afraid of me.”
“I probably should be, but I’m not.” She lifted her face
slightly to stare into his dark blue eyes. His gentle expression warmed her
entire body. Was she falling in love? Could she be, after such a short time?
“You don’t ever have to be afraid of me.”
“I know.” Placing her hands over his, she guided them to her
breasts. He cupped the globes, his thumbs flicking over her nipples through the
flimsy fabric of her bra. She closed her eyes while his touch left a warm trail
across her abdomen and up her back. Their legs entangled as she stretched out
on top of him. Deft fingers unhooked her bra. She sat up enough that he could
slide it off and toss it aside.
About Time (Ancient Blood 3.5)
Want a taste of the Ancient Blood series? Read about Brett
and Mercedes from the Immaculate in their free short story About Time (Ancient
Blood 3.5). https://kate-hill.com/about-time/
Author
Bio:
Kate Hill is a vegetarian New
Englander who loves writing romantic fantasies. When she's not working on her
books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, watching horror movies, and
researching vampires and Viking history. She runs the Compelling Beasts Blog that
is dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes, and paranormal creatures. Kate also
writes as Saloni Quinby.
