For
Becca Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she
spends her nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres
and zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their
goal? To get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like
rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re
on the hunt and gone.
Dating
has been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and
hung, he’s also one of Cupid’s descendants—a god born to
believe in courtship, courtesy and all that other junk. Tired of
women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his
inner beast. Grrrr.
Two
potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s
newfound dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god, who
intends to take Becca here, there and everywhere. Who said sorcery
and love wasn’t fun?
Warning—a
witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects,
a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a
minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy.
PRAISE FOR FREEING THE BEAST
NOMINATED FOR BOOK OF THE MONTH
"Funny, sexy and ice melting, this book made me laugh, cry a little and want to keep reading long after the last page was done."
A great mix of humor, seduction, mythology, witchcraft, bloopers and some good Italian food just rounded it off for keepers. Tina Donahue is now on my must read list and I really hope there will be more stories based on this novel. Loved it!
FIVE STAR REVIEWS - AMAZON
Amazing
Haven’t been so entertained in such a long Time thank you for this joyous time reading this amazing story! I can’t wait to read more. - Earauzn
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This book was amazing. The good guys can win. Becca runs a paranormal makeover service. She is very good at what she does but when Eric walks in, things change. She has an instant attraction to him but she can’t figure out why. Two potions later, and the attraction is bigger than life. Is it the potion or does Eric really feel for her? She can’t imagine life without him but she can’t help but feel like it just the magic doing the work. Can Eric make her see that she is worth his love? A must read!!! - Julie Jackson
TEASERS
Excerpt:
“You’re
going to do my treatments in here?” There wasn’t any equipment
around or things one might use for magic, like chicken feet, wands
and other stuff.
“Before
we begin, you need to read this.” She slid the papers she’d been
reading across the desk to him.
He
grabbed a chair and sat. “Is that the process?”
“In
a manner of speaking.”
“What’s
that mean?”
“It’s
the contract you have to sign or nothing, and I do mean nothing,
happens.”
Jesus,
she was hardcore today. As a rule, business owners were that way with
people who didn’t want their services, not ones who did. He bounced
the inch-thick papers on his palm to test their weight. “I’m
guessing this sucker weighs a pound. Am I right?”
She
drummed her fingertips on her naked belly. Tiny silver stars cascaded
from her navel. Each time she breathed, the jewelry caught the light.
He
wanted to kiss the baubles and her dewy flesh.
She
wore the same basic outfit she had when they had first met—flowy
pants and a top that tied beneath her breasts, only these were in
sapphire blue. The same shade as her eyes. Her makeup was no less
dramatic than the last time—crimson lipstick that made her mouth
undeniably kissable and black stuff surrounding her lids.
What
a babe.
Too bad she wasn’t into him. Maybe with the junk she came up with
to bring out his beast, she would be. “Is your service usually this
complicated?” He lifted the papers and hoped she wasn’t using
them to run him off.
“The
contract is simply full disclosure to help you understand the
process. So you’re completely protected.”
A
Wall Street hedge fund manager couldn’t have sounded as evasive.
“Protected against what?”
Her
face paled. She gestured to the papers he held. “It’s all in
there. Go on, read it.”
“That
could take days.”
She
glanced to the right, the left and past him. When she’d run out of
places to look, she dragged her attention back to his face. “Most
of it’s standard legal junk. I’ve highlighted the important
parts.”
“The
ones that will release my inner beast.”
“In
a manner of speaking.”
That
again. She sounded far less confident than Eric would have liked or
expected. He dropped the contract on her desk. The draft it created
sent other papers floating to the edge.
Becca
caught them before they fell to the floor. Her top gapped, exposing
her lacy black bra. He gripped his chair and leaned up,
rubbernecking.
Isabella Jordan is here to tell us about Egyptian Lovers, a dark paranormal romance.
Read on for details...
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Dark Paranormal Romance
Date Published: July 31, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
In the desert sands of Egypt, three lovers battle a maniacal curse. Only
their love can save them.
Half vampire, half sphinx, Kahma roams the deserts of Egypt, praying for death
-- until his lost love returns, reincarnated as archeologist Emma Bonham. But
to fulfill the passion Kahma offers, Emma must part with her life.
Fascinated by the tale of Emma Bonham’s disappearance some eighty years
ago, Carson Bonham comes to Egypt to unravel the mystery. But the bloody
carnage of Karnak’s history has a way of repeating itself. The struggle
to keep Carson alive will be a death defying act for the powerful vampire
Sopdet.
Alexis Peters has no intention of returning to Egypt, until a mysterious dream
lover promises endless pleasure if she will just return to him. Little does
Alexis know she’s bound to her Egyptian savior, the legendary sphinx,
Amenhotep…
Publisher's Note: Egyptian Lovers Box Set contains the previously released
novellas Kahma, Sopdet, and Ardeth & Amenhotep.
Excerpt from Kahma
Abydos, Egypt
November 1926
Emma Bonham moaned and writhed with Corey Dunham's head between her thighs and
his strong hands holding her against his busy mouth. His tongue speared deep
into her moist opening, thrusting like a cock and she moaned again, but more
for his benefit than from the pleasure she couldn't focus on. Slurping, wet
noises filled Emma's small tent as she played along, trying to relax into a
good fuck.
She just couldn't.
Emma closed her eyes and sighed blissfully at what she hoped were believable
intervals as Corey's tongue fucked her. It was so hard to focus. Her mind had
been spinning since they'd finally reached Abydos that evening, the most
sacred site in all of Egypt.
Abydos. Emma had spent much of her life longing to see the ancient necropolis
and the famous tombs there. Tombs of ancient kings, temples of ancient gods.
Her hips left the ground as Corey's fingers played with her half-swollen clit.
Corey did have nice hands and fingers and he knew just what to do with them.
He'd been her lover for several months now. They'd met when he'd joined the
expedition that her Aunt Elspeth coordinated back in London. Corey had been on
a few expeditions to Egypt before, though his experience wasn't vast. He had
more than enough experience in bed for Emma, who'd had no experiences before
Corey. Emma had been as curious about sex as everything else, perpetual
student that she was and Corey more than satisfied her curiosity on a number
of carnal acts. She was attracted to him, trusted him.
Emma wasn't in love with Corey by any means. She liked him immensely. Corey
was an attentive, considerate lover and Emma enjoyed their lovemaking.
Normally.
"You taste so damn good, Emma." Corey slid a finger into her pussy to replace
his darting tongue. "I want you to come for me."
The heavy canvas of the tent rippled as the strong winds whipped around it in
the desert beyond. It was just one more thing to break Emma's concentration.
She began to wonder if a sandstorm was coming. Emma also wondered if she'd
ever see a sandstorm. Emma could play along and fake it but she didn't want to
do that to Corey. Sighing, Emma pulled herself up, surprising Corey enough
that he pulled his fingers from her sheath. Before she could say anything, a
desperate cry ripped open the tranquility of the night.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The frantic male cry had Corey, who was mostly dressed, on his feet and Emma
scrambling to find her discarded robe. Pulling it on as fast as she could,
Emma stayed right on Corey's heels as he sped out of the tent. Naked beneath
the robe she held tightly to herself and with her hair flying wildly about
her, Emma struggled to keep up with him as he raced toward the tent of Alan
Burns, the expedition leader and her friend. The rest of their group had
already gathered there.
Peering over the shoulder of Alice Henderson, one of the artists in their
expedition, Emma spotted the group's writer kneeling over Alan's unmoving body
in the sand. Frantically, Daniel Woods pressed his fingers to Alan's throat,
searching for signs of life.
"He's dead," Daniel announced, his face stricken.
A bolt of shock and fear shot through Emma. Alan was dead? How could that be?
Emma was as fond of the kind older gentleman as her Aunt Elspeth. If not for
him, Emma's aunt would never have allowed her to go on the expedition. Her
aunt's confidence in Alan Burns and his vast knowledge of Egypt and all its
sites had won out in the end. That and the man's solemn promise to her aunt
that he'd watch over Emma and keep her safe.
Tears stung the back of Emma's eyes. This is horrible.
Alice started to sob quietly in front of Emma while Corey pushed his way past
the others and into the tent. Emma watched as Corey joined Daniel in searching
the fallen man's body for any clues as to what had killed him. The wind ripped
at Emma's robe and hair from where she stood just outside the tent as tears
slid down her face. Holding her breath just like the others, she waited.
Corey's features turned hard and he pointed to the older man's ankle.
"What is it?" Emma called out to Corey.
Corey seemed not to hear her at first. He started searching the sand around
him, his eyes round and filled with alarm.
"A snake bite." Corey's green eyes met Emma's. "It looks like an asp bite.
What an asp is doing out here, I don't know. They usually stick to the shrubs
and hillsides. They are not desert dwellers."
"Perhaps it got into Alan's bags in Cairo," Daniel suggested.
Corey nodded. "It's possible."
"Dear God in Heaven." Alice, with her stout little body, took a step back and
bumped into Emma. "It could still be here."
All eyes flew to the ground, searching the sand in the dim light provided by
the fires that burned inside the circle of their tents.
"Watch your step." Corey's voice took on a more authoritative tone as he met
the eyes of each of the remaining members of the group in turn. "Be mindful of
this. Check your blankets before you go to sleep and check your clothing
before you put it on. Reach into your bags with caution."
Dashing out of the tent and to her side, Corey gently took Emma's arm. "I'll
see you to your tent."
With Alan gone, Corey had to take charge now. Emma easily read the tension in
the hard set of his face, felt it in the hand that lightly gripped her arm.
Corey was older than her, but still young, only in his late twenties. He'd
never led an expedition before. He'd told her that he'd never been to Abydos
before either. All that considered, he still had more experience in exploring
Egypt than anyone else in the group.
Corey gently turned her to face him when they reached her tent. With gentle
fingers, he brushed at the tears on her face.
"I am sorry about Alan." Corey pulled her into his arms, holding her against
his hard, warm body. "I wish I could stay here with you, but I can't. I, at
least, want to know where you are and that you're safe. Emma, be careful and
try to get some rest."
Emma was vaguely aware of his hands smoothing her hair, the warm kisses he
dropped on her head. She didn't even care that he was holding her in such a
familiar way in plain sight of the others. Surely, they had to know Corey was
her lover by now.
Yet, so many emotions gripped her heart with a tightly closed fist. She'd just
lost a dear friend. If that weren't bad enough, they'd also lost the one
person in the expedition who'd been to Abydos before and knew how to get back.
How to survive here...
What will become of us now?
Corey pulled back to gaze down into her face, his expression grave. "Go to
your tent now, Emma. Try to rest."
Emma nodded, not envying Corey the position in which he now found himself. Now
he was responsible for the remaining six expedition members: three artists, a
writer, an organizer and Emma.
�"What will we do now?" Emma gently brushed a lock of his brown hair from his
creased forehead.
"First we have to take care of Alan," Corey explained. "We'll talk about the
rest in the morning."
Brushing her lips with the lightest of kisses, Corey turned and headed back to
the dead man's tent. Emma watched him, her heart heavy in her chest.
An image of Alan Burns' gentle smile flashed in her mind. When he smiled he
had always reminded her of her father who'd died when she was just a child. He
had taken on the role of father figure to Emma as she'd gotten to know him
over the years. She was going to miss Alan, and Aunt Elspeth would be
devastated when she learned of his death.
Little chance she'd get any rest this night.
A strong wind blew Emma off balance before she could enter her tent, stinging
her skin lightly with grains of sand. She stumbled but didn't fall as the air
whistled around her body in the strangest way.
Being a native of London, Emma was used to cold winds that chilled a person to
their bones and made them shiver for hours. This was something else entirely.
This wind was hot and moved across her skin like a lover's hand, touching her.
That was the only way to describe it. A warm rush of wind penetrated the thin
fabric of her robe and blew between her thighs, causing her own intimate scent
to rise up and fill the air around her. Emma gasped at the unexpected way her
body responded as the wind moved all about her, the way her clit began to
throb. Emma's nipples beaded hard and her skin tingled all over her body.
Then Emma heard a gentle voice on the wind as the air swirled around the
sensitive flesh of her throat, blew through her hair. A deep male voice.
Senin.
As quickly as the wind had risen it was gone, leaving Emma standing there
shaken and lost just outside of her tent. Had she just imagined that? Was her
mind playing tricks on her in her grief?
Or had the wind really coveted her body like a lover?
Pulling the thin robe tightly about herself, Emma climbed into her tent and
willed her limbs to stop shaking.
About the Author
Isabella Jordan is the alter ego of an otherwise stressed out web designer,
programmer, and internet junkie. When she's not trying to perfect her own
personal caffeine IV drip, she enjoys spending time with her family, doing
volunteer work, and writing. She loves creating new stories of all kinds and
chatting with readers and friends.
JJ Harrigan is here to tell us about Goodbye Demons, suspense, historical fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Suspense, Historical Fiction
Date Published: 04-24-2026
Publisher: Salty Books Publishing Company, LLC
When injuries cut short the figure skating career of Angie Fernandez
Parnell, she joins the Peace Corps. She is assigned to Tunis where she finds
her soulmate, U.S. diplomat James Whitcomb. At the conclusion of their tours
of duty, they marry, and within weeks of the wedding, he is taken captive in
the Iranian Hostage Crisis of 1979-81.
James, held hostage at the U.S. Embassy in Teheran, endures the same demons
that afflicted the real-life hostages during the actual crisis 45 years ago.
Deprivation, bad treatment, political manipulation, and above all the
uncertainty of whether or when it would all end.
Angie, biting her nails at home, endures her own demons. How can she support
him? Should she join efforts that pressure the president to negotiate a
release? Or even a rescue? A take-charge person by nature, she follows a path
that will reap huge benefits if it works. Or destroy her life if it fails.
Goodbye Demons is a visceral, emotionally charged exploration of resilience in
the face of adversity. It is the story of a man and a woman struggling to
overcome demons beyond their control.
Excerpt
This was the chance of a lifetime, and Angie swore she wouldn’t
blow it. She did elaborate stretching exercises and weight training. She
followed a dietician’s meal plan and skated five days a week under the
guidance of her coach. Angie concocted a brilliant plan to capture the Gold at
Nationals and guarantee her a slot on the Olympic team.
Her coach objected. “No woman has ever done a triple axel, and
you’re not ready.”
“I did it in practice. You saw me.”
“You fell. A perfect double axel that you’re capable of doing
trumps a triple axel that you screw up.”
Angie was determined to do the triple without falling. She doubled down on her
training regime. Bruising falls came each day. It wasn’t until a week
before the competitions that she completed a triple. She grinned triumphantly
at her surprised coach. Then on the next try she took a nasty fall that left
her limping when she rose from the ice. Her coach sped over to her. After
making sure Angie had broken no bones, she again warned her to stop trying the
triple axel.
“You’re not ready. It’s a riverboat gamble.”
“I have to take the gamble when I’ve got the chance.”
“You’ll have a chance next year. You’ll be stronger and more
experienced. That’ll be the time to do it.”
“In the meantime, some other girl might do it first, and nobody will
ever hear about me. Even if I do one the next day. Can you tell me who was the
second woman to fly across the Atlantic?”
About the Author
Historical thriller author JJ Harrigan is a former US Service Officer
and political science professor. He scribbles his tales of intrigue on the
banks of the St. Croix River in Minnesota, where he lives with his wife,
Sandy.
Casia Pickering is here to tell us about Sacred Salvation, Part of Sins of the Sacred, Dark Priest Romance.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Father Sebastian has found a home in St. Augusta College.
But when that home is threatened by a student, questions arise in his own
beliefs.
Sacred Salvation
Part of Sins of the Sacred
by Casia Pickering
Genre: Dark Priest Romance
St. Augusta College is known for weaving the Arts with
Theology. Within its iron gates lies a prestigious education that can drive a
person mad.
Father Sebastian Hardwicke is new to the position. Not once has his religious
fervor been tested until he is sent to the cathedral on St. Augusta's campus.
The school is not what he expected. Hymns and prayers echo within the
cathedral, and the faculty are pious and helpful. Even the students held a
reverence he had only experienced in seminary. On the outside, it is perfect.
But a mask is still a mask, no matter how enticing.
Emilia Trent has two goals in life: to convey true emotion into her art and to
quiet the voices. But the voices have gotten louder, screaming and demanding
that she keep painting. There is no freedom in her expression. With the new
priest coming to campus, her urges grow to a point where she no longer knows
who she is. There is an almost paranormal force growing inside her.
There is only one person capable of holding the demon at bay- Father Sebastian
Hardwicke. But will he choose to face the evil head-on or fall into the deep
embrace of temptation?
Part of Sins of the Sacred, a
dark priest romance shared world series featuring eleven amazing authors.
“I don't think there is a demon
inside you,” Sebastian sighed, “that wasn't my intention-”
“My father died when I was
starting high school,” Emilia said. "He used to drive freight trucks at
night. During one night, a nasty storm happened, and, well, it crashed. He was
in the hospital for weeks until we couldn't keep him on life support.”
“I'm so sorry,” Sebastian said. He
looked off into the distance, as if heweres lost in his own thoughts.
Emilia shrugged. “I've had
depression ever since. My painting helps with it and so did a therapist when I
had one, but it isn't because of my depression that I struggle.”
“What is?” Sebastian asked.
Emilia thought quietly. She
glanced at Sebastian. Without the white collar pinned into his polo shirt, he'd
look like any other well-dressed man. It was that and the type of shirt that
seemed out of place with his jeans and glasses that he was constantly pushing
back up the bridge of his nose. She wondered what made him choose the life he
chose.
Was he a believer, or was it
pushed onto him by people around him? She remembered an argument she had with
her mother about maybe joining the military to help pay for college. That was
before the art contest and scholarship that got her into St. Augusta. As much
as she stressed about being at the school, she wouldn't change her choices if
she had the chance. But her knowledge about Father Arthur, Sister Rebecca, and
Miranda would be for Sebastian. It may not be her responsibility, but it was
something Emilia didn't want on her conscience.
“I'd rather not talk about it,”
she finally decided, shaking her head, “no offense, but I doubt you'd take my
life experiences into consideration if I told you.”
“What do you mean?” Sebastian's
eyes furrowed in confusion.
“Imagine being abused or having a
bad relationship with a friend or something,” Emilia said, “can you do that?”
Sebastian’s expression went still.
It was as if he were seeing something from his past. A pang of guilt hit
Emilia’s chest. If she had known he might’ve experienced something like what
she was suggesting, she might not have said that.
“Okay,” Sebastian whispered, “go
on.”
Emilia nodded. “Let’s say you told
someone about that experience, but that person you told didn’t believe you
because the person who abused you or the friend who was awful hasn’t shown that
side of themselves to that person. Can you imagine how that feels?”
“I can.” Sebastian’s voice was
raspy and hard. He worked his jaw and rolled his head from side to side.
A squirrel jumped from headstone
to headstone as birds twittered. His cheeks were bulging from the collection of
nuts. The leaves rustled as another autumn breeze brushed past. Emilia looked
around at the quiet beauty of it all.
Even the voices weren’t around.
Emilia looked around, this time paying attention to every small detail. There
was no fog or shadows. The only brightness that held her attention, aside from
the slowly dying sun, was Sebastian. It was as if the cemetery was an oasis
away from whatever plagued the campus.
“That’s why I’m not ready to say
anything,” Emilia said. "I don’t know if you’d believe me or not, but it’s
not worth saying if we end up arguing.”
About the Sins of
the Sacred series
The Sins of the Sacred dark romance shared world series
brings together standalone stories by multiple authors, each exploring the
collision of faith and forbidden desire within religious settings. From
medieval abbeys and dissolution-era monasteries to modern churches and
theological colleges, priests, nuns, exorcists, and other religious figures
face temptations that challenge their sacred vows. The series spans various
time periods, incorporating paranormal elements including demon possession,
angelic intervention, and exorcism that intensify conflicts between duty and
desire.
With diverse pairings including M/F, MM, F/F/F, and MFM
configurations, each book delivers explicit romantic content while exploring
themes of religious trauma, repression, and the struggle between devotion and
forbidden longing. The series features omegaverse dynamics, second chance
romance, and enemies-to-lovers tropes alongside darker explorations of
possession, crisis of faith, and the psychological impact of religious
structures. Designed for readers seeking taboo romance that examines the
tension between sacred vows and human desire in emotionally complex narratives.
Even though she claims she can write anything, the biography
remains to be Casia’s arch-nemesis. Despite this, Casia has used her Writing
degree to craft stories in over ten anthologies, maintained a book blog for
more than a decade, and has begun to write novels. A multi-genre author, Casia
Pickering, is incapable of keeping to one thing. Every story has a piece of her
personality that she treasures and shares with her readers. She currently lives
in the Hampton Roads area of Virginia with her biggest supporter and helper,
her son, affectionately known as Bug. Previous works are under the name, Casia
Courtier.
Sophie Barnes is here to tell us about A Deadly Inferno Consumes, a murder mystery romance.
Read on for details...
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House of Croft, Book 6
Murder Mystery Romance
Date Published: July 28, 2026
A chilling disappearance, a lethal enemy, and a family pushed to the
brink…
When the Duke of Wrengate’s sister vanishes without a trace, suspicion
swirls. Did she flee to escape a scandalous secret…or has she been
abducted? Whispers lead to a treacherous underworld, where rumors of an
illicit auction suggest a far more sinister fate: a woman trapped, drugged,
and enslaved. Determined to save her, Adrian Croft and his valet, Murry,
plunge into London’s darkest corners.
But Finn O’Leary, the Irishman bent on revenge, remains a threat that
presents a difficult choice for Adrian: save Wrengate's sister or protect his
family. With the recent birth of his daughter, he and his wife, Samantha, have
more to lose than ever before. And as danger closes in, they must fight with
everything they have. Not only for justice, but for their very survival.
About the Author
USA TODAY bestselling author Sophie Barnes writes historical romance
novels in which the characters break away from social expectations in their
quest for happiness and love. Having written for Avon, an imprint of Harper
Collins, her books have been published internationally in eight languages.
With a fondness for travel, Sophie has lived in six countries, on three
continents, and speaks English, Danish, French, Spanish, and Romanian with
varying degrees of fluency. Ever the romantic, she married the same man three
times—in three different countries and in three different dresses.
When she’s not busy dreaming up her next swoon worthy romance novel,
Sophie enjoys spending time with her family, practicing yoga, baking,
gardening, watching romantic comedies and, of course, reading.
