Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Broken Angel by Amanda Jones






Broken Angel
The Fallen Chronicles
Book Two
Amanda Jones

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: New Concepts Publishing

Cover Artist:  Jenny Dixon

Tagline: Dancing with the Devil…

Book Description:

Mara is a beautiful and talented surgeon with everything going for her…at least on the surface.  She has a dark secret she has kept buried for centuries.

Bataryal is a fallen angel broken beyond repair…or so it seems.

Will the beautiful surgeon who saved his life also be able to redeem him, or will Bataryal’s damaged soul lead them both into the depths of Hell…

Excerpt 2

Mara flopped back on the pillows. B crawled back up her body, tucking a stray red curl behind her ear as he smiled down at her.
            “So? Was that okay?”  He asked.
            Mara chuckled.  “If that was any more okay I think my heart would have started beating again.  You’re definitely a fast learner and you do good work, sir.”
            B gave her a cocky smile.  “We’re just getting started, darling.”

            “I was hoping you’d say that.”  Mara said with a wink.


Dark Angel
The Fallen Chronicles 
Book 1
Amanda Jones

Genre: Paranormal/Fantasy Romance


Publisher: New Concepts Publishing


Date of Publication: March 29, 2017


ISBN: 978-1-60394-970-5


Number of pages: 141 

Word Count: 81,321

Cover Artist: Jenny Dixon


Tagline: With this fallen angel it never felt so good to be bad!


Book Description: 


Katia may be a celebrated musician, but she'd always felt a little like an outsider looking in. Who knew that being abducted by a handsome stranger would set her on a crash course with her destiny...


Luc has spent an eternity keeping everyone and everything at a distance as an unstoppable darkness consumes his soul. Will his beautiful captive be his salvation, or will they both be consumed by the ultimate evil...


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Excerpt 3


“Are you okay?” Katia said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

Turning his head towards the sound of her voice, Luc was struck dumb yet again, but for an entirely new reason.  Katia was leaning with one shoulder against the doorframe, the steam from the bathroom hung in the air behind her like mist.  She was wearing the oversized white t-shirt from earlier, but now it hung loose covering the tops of her thighs, but leaving the rest of her thin, toned legs bare.  Her wet hair hung in one long braid over the front of one shoulder.  Luc’s mouth watered as he imagined tracing that phoenix tattoo with his tongue.  With her doe-like mismatched eyes, fine features, and small, thin body, she looked like an otherworldly princess that had wandered out of her fairy tale and found herself in this awful motel.  Luc’s breath caught in his throat.  
“Yup, everything’s good,” he said in a strangled voice.

Giving him a dubious look, Katia headed towards the bed, pulled back the covers and sat down leaning back against the headboard.  Luc turned back to the mirror, watching her in it as she flipped her braid over her shoulder and leaned her head back with a sigh.  Locking eyes with his own reflection, Luc started to mentally panic.  There was a small problem — well, not a small problem, and it was getting bigger.  


About the Author: 


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Amanda Jones lives in Toronto with her exceptionally spoiled pets.  Aside from sharing her crazy imagination with others through her books Amanda enjoys travelling and frequent Netflix binges.  Amanda has worked in several fields including sports, music, film, corporate human resources, and is a graduate of York University and Sheridan College.

Website: www.amandajonesauthor.com


Facebook: www.facebook.com/darkangelauthor/


Twitter: @AmandaLJ1981 


Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14761429.Amanda_Jones



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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Character Interview with Hunter Garciez from Hell Will Rise by Skyla Murphy


Hunter Garciez
Character Interview

Interviewer: State your name.

Hunter: Hunter Garciez.

Interviewer: Tell us about yourself.

Hunter: Since you’re looking at me, you know I have brown hair and green eyes. I’m twenty-one years old, and I stand at 6’3” tall. My favorite food is a bloody steak with no sides, and the only color I like is black. What other questions do you have for me? I’d like to get out of here sooner rather than later.

Interviewer: How do you think your presence makes people feel?

Hunter: Why don’t you tell me?

Interviewer: I’m not the one who is being interviewed.

Hunter: People feel the same as you feel around me.

Interviewer: Do tell me, how do I feel around you?

Hunter: Terrified.

Interviewer: Is that what you think?

Hunter: No. That’s what I know.

Interviewer: If you had one free day with no responsibilities, how would you spend it?

Hunter: That’s a stupid question.

Interviewer: Why?

Hunter: Because that day will never come. Between my line of work and raising my kid sister, responsibilities are all I know. I haven’t had a day for myself in three years. If you knew my boss, you would understand.

Interviewer: What do you do for work?

Hunter: Things that could send me to jail.

Interviewer: What is the most dangerous thing about you?

Hunter: My intelligence.

Interviewer: What are you most ashamed of?

Hunter: That I allowed my parents to die.

Interviewer: If you could be anything, what would it be?

Hunter: Dead.

Interviewer: Are you suicidal?

Hunter: Being suicidal isn’t an option when I’m the sole guardian of my sister. If I disappear, Tessa will go straight into the system of orphanage. I want to die, but I will never slit my own throat. My final breath will be due to murder. It won’t be suicide.

Interviewer: Why would anyone want to murder you?

Hunter: Because people are terrified of the unknown. You sit across from me the same, trying to get in my head like an overpaid shrink, but there is no relating to a guy like me. The only way you could comprehend my logic would be if I explained it to you. As I’m sure you can guess, I have no intentions on doing that.

Interviewer: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done?

Hunter: Impossible to narrow down.

Interviewer: Will you try?

Hunter: I sold my soul to the devil.

Interviewer: Who are you referring to as the devil?

Hunter: The bodies on the streets who wear their colors of mafia allegiance proudly. The bodies who decorate the buildings of America with their gang signs and graffiti. The devil might be the man seated next to you on the train. The devil might be the barista who poured your coffee this morning. The devil lives in each of my acquaintances. The devil is my leader. The devil is inside of me too. Scary is not who the devil is. Scary is what the devil’s entity stands for.

Interviewer: What does it stand for?

Hunter: Power and greed. An uprising of a different world. The things I’ve found in the government’s database would change your entire perspective on who we have running our country. The devil in me wants to leak everything I have stored in my photographic memory. The devil doesn’t understand consequences, because the devil does not fail. This is what makes his stigma so cryptic. It might take years for him to announce his arrival, but the devil is within you too. All it takes is one unfortunate predicament to summon him. Your time may come yet.

Interviewer: Are you afraid of the government?

Hunter: People should never fear their government. The government should fear their people. Hackers like me could destroy everything for them. We could destroy everything for people like you too. Once you know the things I know… it’s game over.

Interviewer: Predict what will happen to you after you die.

Hunter: I’d say that my soul would go to hell, but aren’t I already living in such a place? A world full of war and violence. A world where innocent lives get taken over pocket change daily. A world full of blood. A world where I myself have killed. If I don’t already reside in the pits of hell, where the fuck am I?

Interviewer: Faith is necessary.

Hunter: Faith is for the weak.

Interviewer: Have you ever been in love?

Hunter: Love is an impediment.

Interviewer: Is that what you truly believe?

Hunter: I believe what Shakespeare said.

Interviewer: What did he say?

Hunter: Hell is empty. All the devils are here.




Hell Will Rise
The Bloodthirst Mafia Series
Book One
Skyla Murphy

Genre: Romantic Thriller

Publisher: Skyla Murphy

Date of Publication: May 2017

ISBN: 978-0-9958306-1-5
ISBN: 978-0-9958306-2-2

Word Count: 86,400

Cover Artist: Kim Killion

Tagline: “When dawn breaks…”
Book Description:

This was never what I wanted, but fame in the mafia was what I got.

When you see numbers like I can, death becomes a constant threat. It lingers, waiting for you to make one wrong move. One falter. One fatal step out of line. The endless presence will drain you, layering you with guilt and regret. Until one day, you’re covered in blood. And in that moment, you realize… you’ve become the grim reaper yourself.

Nothing could stop me from saving my little sister. Nothing could weaken me… until my boss threw a blonde slave at my feet. Once I found out who she was, I should have wanted her dead.

But I had a bad habit of breaking the rules.

And I loved that she hated me.

Like a stupid man named Romeo, I fell for the daughter of the feuding family. Like an idiot named Juliet, she didn’t try to run.

And when I fell for the fair maiden, I shook a pair of dice. I smoked a cigarette, but she paid the final price. As I offered her a smile, my venom filled her core. I watched her drink my poison as her soul walked out the door.

Chapter 1 Excerpt

I carved the next X into the concrete wall of my cell, stashed away in the depths of somewhere much like hell. If my tallies were accurate, it was Wednesday again today; my twenty-first day of captivity.
Dried blood was splattered on the concrete flooring of my new home. Some of the red was undoubtedly mine, but many other droplets were evidence of prior struggles. The dried handprints along the walls were telling me the stories of many other slaves before me. All in a row, our bloody prints depicted a painting of a morbid reality. My handprint was the last in line.
Three weeks had passed since I’d tasted more than blood and saltine crackers. Three weeks had passed since I’d showered, turned eighteen, and had then said goodbye to my freedom forever. Three weeks had passed since the thugs had given me my first tattoo. And now, whether I managed to escape from this prison or not, a barcode would mark me indefinitely.
My identification number was 40347. I had memorized the digits within moments of staring at the unwanted code on my right wrist. I had memorized everything right down to the dirty needle. My barcode had become infected now, just like I’d anticipated it would, leaving me certain of one detail; whoever chose to abuse me would consequently become infected with whatever diseases I had. For participating in such a masochistic scheme, it would serve the motherfucker(s) right.
My friends had been with me that night during spring break. We’d been out celebrating my eighteenth birthday on the grass down by the marina. Since most of us were attending different colleges come fall, inevitably vanishing from each other’s lives one by one, we’d made a pact to make good use of the time we had left together. Little did any of us know, when I had insisted I was fine to make the short walk home alone that night, it would be the last time they would ever see me.
I pressed my ear to the cell door. A slab of closed steel was blocking my only exit, making it difficult to hear the voices chattering in the distance. It wasn’t until the men footed closer that I managed to make their words out. Once I could, I wished I couldn’t.
“Rows of whores…” The voice sounded like the man I had woken up to on my first day of captivity. “But it’s that blonde bitch who caught my eye. Once Garciez finds out who she is, the white girl will be dead within hours.”
I stared at the mats in my blonde hair, suddenly wishing I’d been born a brunette. This week had been the absolute worst so far. My hallucinations had kicked into overdrive, a cause of low blood sugar and dehydration. But in this moment, I was aware of my fever. Another few days, maybe even just hours, I wasn’t confident my sanity would still prevail.
I wanted to believe this was just a nightmare. I hoped I was in a parallel universe, in a hospital bed, maybe even in a coma. I prayed this was just a sick plot my unconscious had stirred up. That all seemed better than this reality; the reality where an ice-cold floor was my new home.

I didn't have much to compare being locked in captivity to, but I’d seen movies of this type of thing. In Hollywood, the lead female always gets rescued. A timidly sweet girl generally plays the role, perfect in all the right areas. Unlike her, I was far from timid and even further from perfect. I carried a chip on my shoulder; a chip that only came from nearly dying of cancer.

About the Author:

Skyla Murphy is a highland junkie from West Coast, Canada. When she’s not searching the Rocky Mountains for Sasquatch, she can be found researching every other conspiracy theory known to mankind. Her Yorkshire Terrier is usually clung to her side, but he doesn’t buy into her philosophies much. Therefore, she writes about them instead.








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My Commander
Bewitched and Bewildered
Book One
Alanea Alder

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Sacred Forest Publishing

Date of Publication: October 3, 2014

ISBN: 978-1941315019
ASIN: B00NHEH1RQ

Number of pages: 282
Word Count: 71,000

Cover Artist: Kim Killion

Tagline: She’s been Bewitched, he’s Bewildered

Book Description:

When the topic of grandchildren comes up during a weekly sewing circle the matriarchs of the founding families seek out the witch Elder to scry to see if their sons have mates. They are shocked to discover that many of their son’s mates are out in the world and are human!

Fearing that their future daughter in laws will end up dead before being claimed and providing them with grandchildren to spoil, they convince their own mates that something must be done. After gathering all of the warriors together in a fake award ceremony the witch Elder casts a spell to pull the warrior’s mates to them, whether they want it or not.

Aiden McKenzie is adamant that he doesn’t need a mate and that she would only get in the way. He doesn’t have time to coddle a female. He likes his world run with military precision. Little does he realize, Fate is sending him his mate first! He meets his destined mate Meryn Evans and things go downhill from there. She is the embodiment of chaos. In the first twenty-four hours she kicks, screams and knocks her bear shifting mate unconscious.

Eventually they discover that life before finding each other may have been good, but life afterwards is perfect, even if it involves super soaker battles and accidentally discharging hand grenades.

Unfortunately, the joy of their mating is overshadowed when Aiden and Meryn find themselves embroiled in a missing persons case assigned to Aiden by the Lycaonian Council. By assisting Aiden, Meryn finds herself the focus of a demented killer.

Can Aiden and the elite warriors from the Alpha Unit keep Meryn safe? Or did Fate bring her to Lycaonia to die?


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Excerpt:

Meryn looked around helplessly as she dangled in his grasp. Her hopes for escape plummeted when she saw that they were now completely surrounded by no less than twelve huge men all carrying weapons.
“Okay, I saw this movie and I didn’t like it. Can I just go home now?” She took in their military gear and closed her eyes.
“I didn’t see anything I swear.”
“Who sent you?” Meryn opened her eyes to see another blond man stepping forward. At first she thought he might be related to the guy holding her but this man had amber colored eyes not green and higher cheekbones. It was a gorgeous combination.
“No one.”
“So you just decided to climb a random fence just to see what was on the other side?” There was no hiding the sarcasm in that question.
She nodded frantically.
“Actually yup. I just moved to town and I woke up and had this overwhelming urge to go exploring. It pushed me here.” She noticed how the men gave each other meaningful looks.
“So are you guys like paramilitary? Secret CIA training base? That would be cool.” Meryn asked.
All eyes turned back to her. She flinched and closed her eyes again.
“I mean, I see nothing, I hear nothing and I most definitely won’t say shit.”
The man behind her snorted. The sound of men approaching had her opening her eyes again.
Out of the woods two more men appeared. One looked like he glided over the fallen leaves, the other trampled through them recklessly his blue eyes hard. He looked like he was the type of man who wore a perpetual scowl.
The angry one looked her over.
“What’s your name?”
“These are not the droids that you seek.” She said. The smaller auburn haired man to her left cracked up. The hulking man glared at him.
“Quiet Keelan.” He turned his gaze back to her.
“Come on, that’s Star Wars.” Keelan explained.
“She fights star type wars?” He asked concerned. She looked up at him.
“Seriously?”


About the Author:

USA Today Best Selling Author, Alanea loves reading almost as much as she loves writing. She began writing at a very young age, some of her first scribblings are treasured in a keepsake box and written in green marker. She started when she was still in grade school and continued on through college.

She believes that love truly conquers all and that everyone no matter what, deserves a chance at that love and a place they can call home. She absolutely loves to hear from her readers so don’t hesitate to reach out to her. As always, her promise to her readers remains, “If you keep reading, I’ll keep writing!”



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Sunday, May 7, 2017

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Friday, May 5, 2017

Bewitching Boxes of Books & Swag Giveaway


Here's a sneak peek at the boxes of goodies

Bewitching Book Tours is giving away 2 boxes full of mystery books.

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