Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Blitz Lust: A Blood Moon Rising Werewolf Romance by Lola Taylor





Lust: A Blood Moon Rising Werewolf Romance
Blood Moon Rising
Companion Novella to Book 2
Lola Taylor

Genre: Werewolf Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Indigo Dreamer Press

Date of Publication: November 25, 2015

ISBN: ISBN-10: 0983513171
ISBN-13: 978-0983513179
ASIN: B018PH0R84

Number of pages: 188
Word Count: 42,000

Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design

A Blood Moon Rising Companion Novella, Takes Place During the Same Timeframe as Book 2 in the Main Series

Tagline: Can love be born from hatred?

Book Description:

A WOLF WHO HAS SPENT HIS LIFE IN THE SHADOWS OF HIS PAST…

Beta werewolf—and ex–bounty hunter—Shadow knew when his Alpha commanded—er, “politely growled”—for him to attend the werewolf summit, that it was going to royally suck. Not only does he not want to fool around with all that royal werewolf bullshit, but he also knows he’s not exactly everybody’s favorite guy. Considering he ruined a lot of those werewolves’ lives in his old profession, he’ll be lucky if he can survive the weekend. Not to mention his mating Fever is driving him insane—and so is the feisty Alpha female he’s Marked as his mate.

A QUEEN OF WOLVES WHOSE REIGN IS THREATENED…

Spirited Breanna Whiteclaw is barely holding it together. With an ornery Alpha named Strider out to make her—and her pack —his own, and with her pack recovering from recent attacks by an unknown enemy, she has her paws full. Attending the summit means leaving her pack in their time of need, but as a royal werewolf, she knows she has no choice. Add to that the fact that her Blood Moon is approaching, and she has yet to find a mate—until the devilishly handsome Shadow Marks her as his own.

CAN LOVE BE BORN FROM HATRED?

Shadow never intended to go through with the mating ceremony—especially with the daughter of a man he killed. But his Fever has other plans. The more he’s around her, the more he craves her touch, longs to hear her voice, and aches to claim her.

From the moment Shadow’s Mark formed on her hand, Breanna knew her mate-bond was destined for failure. The bounty hunter responsible for her father’s death is the last wolf on this earth she could ever bind herself to forever. But if she wants to remain Alpha and save her pack, she might not have a choice. As Strider closes in on her, she finds herself relying on Shadow’s quiet strength—and craving those rough hands all over her curves.

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Excerpt:

Shadow felt her watching him before he saw her.
His eyes followed his senses, locking onto a tall raven-haired woman with olive skin. Her eyes were slanted and deep brown, her brows thick and black, her lips full. Her features made her look like an Indian princess. Tribal tattoos of black ink covered her biceps and wrists in bands. The simplicity of her inky dress complimented the turquoise stones dangling from her ears. She was radiant.
And pissed as hell as she stormed over to him.
He raked his brain, trying to figure out who this woman was.
“How dare you show your face here, murderer!” she screeched, getting right in his face. Anger seethed from every pore in her lovely, toned body. Not that he was looking.
Eyes upward, mate.
He didn’t flinch at the flung insult. He’d been called worse.
Drake stepped up to stand beside him. “Breanna,” he said smoothly, ever the diplomat. “I see you’ve met my new head of security, Sh—”
“I know who he is,” she spat, still glaring at him. “He’s the man who murdered my father.”
Stunned silence followed the statement. It was the first time Shadow had seen Drake struck speechless. A crowd had gathered around them as people pretended to be chatting but were secretly listening to the fight.
Freaking rubberneckers.
Drake at last shook his head and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken.”
“No,” Breanna said coldly, holding Shadow’s gaze. The burning fire in her eyes only made her more attractive. Breanna... Breanna… why couldn’t he remember who she was? “I’ll never forget the face of the man who killed Bear Whiteclaw.”
Bear White… Oh fuck.
This was his daughter? Shadow remembered seeing her at his trial, giving a passionate testimony that nearly had the jury ruling in favor of killing his ass. He hadn’t recognized her. She’d changed in the years since they’d met. She’d grown more into a woman.
A harder, colder version of the tearful pup mourning over her father, a man who deserved to rot in hell for the crimes he’d committed against mankind and paranormals alike. Killing Bear Whiteclaw had been doing the world a favor. Instead, it had earned him the scorn of a lot of people, including the fiery female in front of him.
Words of apology dried up in his mouth. How did you say you were sorry for something like that? “Miss, I—”
“What? You’re sorry? Don’t you dare lie to me, you son of a bitch.” Her dainty hands formed fists, which trembled at her sides. Blood dribbled between her fingers, dripping to the floor. Her claws must have come out. He’d bet his retirement she was itching to tear his face off. She’d probably smile while doing it.
A tall blond man who looked as if he could bench press a bus walked up to Breanna and whispered something in her ear. The tension eased out of her, but only slightly.
She stepped up to Shadow, her lips brushing his cheek and making him shiver.
“If it’s the last thing I do,” she whispered, “I’ll kill you.”
In one fluid motion, she was gone. He watched her walk away, his body too wired from the heat burning through him.

A fire that had blazed to life the second her lips had caressed his skin with the threat of death.

About the Author:

“Lola Taylor” is a pen name created for the romances I can’t show my grandma without blushing. My favorite genre to write is romantic suspense, usually involving hot werewolves, warlocks, or any other type of paranormal creature. Keep the action hot and the romance hotter—that’s my motto! I’m a horror film junkie, I still love Halloween as an adult (seriously, I think I get more excited for it than some kids do), and what precious spare time I have is spent with my family, reading (everything from sci fi to middle grade), playing the flute, painting pretty pictures, or screwing around on Pinterest or Etsy. Hailing from the South, I currently live in the Midwest with five fur babies and my hubby.





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Tuesday, October 29, 2019

The Famished Trilogy Box Set by Annie Walls #postapocalyptic





The Famished Trilogy Box Set
Annie Walls

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic



Publisher: Annie Walls

Date of Publication: October 1, 2019
Number of pages: 942

Word Count: 314,000

Formats available: All

Cover Artist: Annie Walls

After surviving four years alone, Kansas Moore ventures from her refuge to uncover mankind resumes without her. Upon encountering Rudy Hawthorne, she plunges into a new world deep with secrecy, deception, and manipulation.

Kansas struggles to preserve her humanity from distorting and fading like that of society around her. Not only does she fight the undead, she battles for the resistance. Answers prove dangerous to seek as everything is not what it seems.
As Kan accepts comforts in new friendships and love, she soon realizes civilization isn’t the only thing worth fighting for.

In an exhilarating plot thick with twists and turns, The Famished Trilogy propels you through a unique journey that’s emotional as much as it is gripping. Nothing will prepare you for the ride.



Taking on the Dead
The Famished Trilogy
Book One                            
Annie Walls

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic

Publisher: Annie Walls

Date of Publication: Sept. 2012

ISBN: ISBN-10: 1478276258
ISBN-13: 978-1478276258

ASIN: B009EB4YDU

Number of pages: 310
Word Count: 107,000

Cover Artist: Stephanie Mooney

Book Description:

Life for Kansas was perfect until the day the world changed. She has been hiding out for four years in solitude. It’s the only way to survive. The only way not to draw zombies. Helping a small group of people, she learns the new world might not be what she assumes.

Venturing out of her refuge and comfort zone, she meets Rudy, who helps her find a greater purpose. She realizes the world has moved on without her. Only it’s not what she expects. Her knowledge of the living dead grows and only makes her more curious as humanity continues to hang on by a thread.

While on her search for answers she finds comfort in new friendships and love, but her past seems as if it will haunt her forever. Kansas takes it upon herself to help other survivors, which would be easy if the famished were the only obstacles. In a post apocalyptic romance trilogy plot thick with twists and turns, this adult dark fantasy is emotional as much as it is horrifyingly gripping.

*Not intended for a young audience. Mature content.*


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Taking on the Dead, The Famished Trilogy Book One Excerpt

Some people say you can’t change overnight. I’m sure this is true, most of the time. In my case, I changed within seconds, never to be the same. Within those seconds, most people in the world changed, just not in the way I did.

I’ll never forget my first zombie. Malachi and I wandered the small carnival as the sun set. The glowing lights of the spinning rides replaced the fading sunlight, and the smell of funnel cake wafted in the air. I could still feel Malachi on my skin. It wasn’t surprising since we had a spontaneous tryst in the parking lot. At twenty, we had our whole lives ahead of us.

I remember grabbing his hand, my mind still with him in his car. Radiating affection, he looked at me, our shared secret reflected in his big, brown eyes, his messy brown hair glinting auburn from the sparkling lights all around. He dressed like he always did, wearing whatever was comfortable—a yellow Nashville Predators t-shirt and denim shorts. All his life, he played hockey, from peewee to amateur. He loved the game and continued to play as an adult.

Thrilling sounds of the carnival carried on the wind. I complained about how much we paid for the all-you-can-ride bracelets. There were only a few rides to enjoy, but the carnival charged too much. Some people paid an arm and a leg. The carnival was overflowing with people scurrying about the massive Ferris wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl. Children laughed and chased each other with innocent, painted faces—dancing, and skipping along with the fair music.

Malachi struck a beeline to a cotton candy booth. After the purchase, he stuffed a big piece of pink fluff in my mouth. I can still taste the sticky sweetness melting on my tongue. Although he did it provocatively, it wasn’t until later I grasped his motivation, which was to keep me from complaining. He was subtle that way.

Sometime later, we got off the Ferris wheel, both heated, clinging to each other and ready for another tryst, when we went off the beaten path to use the foul port-a-potties.

When I think about it now, I know the outbreak began early in the day. We had passed several wrecks, heard many helicopters and sirens and saw a few zombies, but we were too wrapped up in ourselves to notice. I blame it on being in love, but I swear if I saw a person walking down the street covered in blood or eating someone, I would’ve paid attention. Maybe.

We did when we saw a zombie attacking a frizzy, red-haired woman next to an old, rusted bike rack.

Only, we didn’t know it was a zombie. The woman’s shrill screams were like something from a horror flick. My blood curdled when a man bit into the woman’s forearm. Blood leaked down her arm and dress. Her shriek pierced my soul.

Malachi pushed the man off, trying to be a hero.

“Kansas, call 911,” he screamed, whirling to help the woman. I trembled, pulling out my cell phone and dialing, only to hear a busy signal.

When the man regained his stature, I caught sight of him. He looked crazed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the front of his thigh gone. Muscle tissue hung from the stark white bone. Blood covered his face, neck, and clothing—some kind of uniform—USPS which was weird and out of place on a Sunday. His stare drifted to Malachi. A ferocious growl came from his mouth before it clamped onto Malachi’s shoulder. Malachi’s face twisted in pain, but he still hit the jaw of the man, loosening the grip of the bite. Blood dripped down Malachi’s arm, dropping from his fingers onto the concrete. I swear I could hear the little splatters.

A scream erupted from my throat, freezing me to the spot. My trembles changed to full-on shakes while Malachi grappled with the mailman who, in my mind, had obviously eaten bath salts. The shouts from the carnival no longer sounded like amusement park screams. I saw a kid, no older than eleven or twelve, limping toward me. His dirty blond hair dangled in front of his eyes. One of his feet bent awkwardly. Blood disguised his face, neck, shirt, and hands from being recognized as human.

Something serious was going down. Malachi was still fighting off the hyped-up mailman. I was in some kind of shock but told myself to get a grip.

My insides hardened as time slowed and narrowed my idealistic world into a vast tunnel. I clenched my fists to keep them from shak‐ ing. That’s when I saw the bell. Over the bushes in the next section of the park, the “High Striker” game—the one with the hammer to strike and ring the bell—was lit with the colors of the rainbow, flashing trails up and down the length of the game. I ran straight through the bushes to find the game deserted. Plush bunnies still waited to go home with a lucky ringer. I found what I wanted—the sledgehammer.

The bushes scratched against my legs as I jumped through them to find more crazy people closing in on Malachi. Ice seemed to spread through me.

“Malachi! We have to go. Now,” I yelled, surprised to hear my voice clear and composed. He looked pale.

Gripping the sledgehammer like a baseball bat, I hit the mailman in the head. Malachi grunted as he kicked and shoved more people out of his way.

I bashed as many as I could. Most went still twitching and moaning. The mailman crawled toward us, his head bent at an odd angle. My stomach convulsed, but I swallowed the extra saliva as I slung the hammer to finish the job. His head split wide open, spilling things onto the sidewalk that should never be seen.

I glanced at Malachi to find him looking at me as if he didn’t know me. With my free hand, I grabbed him and we ran. I tripped on my cute wedge sandals, cursing myself for being vain enough to wear them. He helped me up, and we continued running around game booths. I clung to the sledgehammer like a lifeline, taking in the horrid sights before us.

A child ripped into water bags in a booth, devouring the little fish inside, all the while the man running the booth feasted on another person. The taste of sweet acidic bile came into my throat. The carnival had become a scene of macabre lights, blood, and screams. People were getting attacked and eaten alive all around us. Kids with face paint eating their parents. The parents screaming for help. Panic filling their brains when they noticed it wasn’t just them, unable to comprehend what was happening, as if they would wake from this nightmare. Fear dawned in their eyes as they realized they wouldn’t wake. This was real.

I stopped to help a woman and her baby, only to see her tearing into its tiny body. Gore splattered the baby’s stroller. When its little cries ceased, the lady looked up with baby bits stuck to her nose and chin. Malachi grabbed me, spun me away to protect me from the unbelievable scene, but it was too late. The lights blurred with the tears filling my eyes, only to stain my cheeks as we ran. The carnival music seemed to slow to a drone and skip beats.

Malachi never made it home.

Yes, you can change overnight. In seconds, and no, you never forget your first zombie. Mine wore a USPS uniform. He killed Malachi.

No, I killed Malachi.

Controlling the Dead
The Famished Trilogy
Book Two           
Annie Walls

Genre: post-apocalyptic

Publisher: Annie Walls

Date of Publication: November 2014

ISBN: ISBN-10: 149361472X
ISBN-13: 978-1493614721
ASIN: B00G8JB1FU

Number of pages: 280
Word Count: 95,000
                              
Cover Artist: Annie Walls

Book Description:

With the help of her new companions, the path Kansas follows leads to more knowledge of the ever adapting famished.

The team finds help in unlikely places, meeting more survivors, and discovers the possibility of a new beginning.

When the team experiences a devastating loss, Kansas struggles to keep her humanity from fading and distorting like that of the surviving society around her. It begins with knowing who to trust and who to leave behind. First, she must trust herself – she won't make the same mistakes twice.

As the answers to her questions are revealed, Kansas begins to understand the knowledge comes with a heavy price and great responsibility of controlling the dead.

In a trilogy plot thick with twists and turns, this adult dark fantasy is as emotional as it is horrifyingly gripping.

For Mature Audience

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Living with the Dead
The Famished Trilogy
Book Three
Annie Walls
                             
Genre: post apocalyptic

Publisher: Annie Walls

Date of Publication: July 20, 2019

ISBN: ISBN-10: 1085805409
ISBN-13: 978-1085805407
ASIN: B07VGZ1L76

Number of pages: 370
Word Count: 112,000

Cover Artist: Annie Walls

Book Description:

For five years, life is strenuous for Kansas Moore as she travels with her team and saves more people from the clutches of the revolutionists. On the downtime, they construct and enlist for their own cause.

When the general assigns her to search for Mago, she turns to the team and what they find overturns everything they've learned so far.

In this dramatic conclusion of The Famished Trilogy, things are not what they seem and comfortable living is far from reach.

This book contains graphic violence, intense language, sexual situations, drug use, and is intended for a mature audience.

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About the Author:

Annie Walls is an author of dark and urban fantasy. She resides on the Tennessee countryside with her husband, son, and bulldog. Far, far away from society. She’s a romantic and misanthropist. When she is not writing, she is reading.









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Friday, October 25, 2019

Pictures of Dorianna by Catherine Stine #DorianGrayRetelling #GenderSwapDorianGray




Pictures of Dorianna

Catherine Stine


Genre: Urban Fantasy, YA paranormal romance

Publisher: Konjur Road Press

Date of Publication: October 23, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-7333901-0-1
eBook: 978-1-7333901-1-8
ASIN: B07WGB5HQ6

Number of pages: 327
Word Count: 90k

Cover Artist: Najla Qamber

Tagline: Internet followers, beauty, power. It all sounded good. Until it transformed into a terrifying reality Dorianna couldn’t stop. New twist on Dorian Gray with the first-ever female lead!

Book Description:

Internet followers, beauty, power. It all sounded good.

Until it transformed into a terrifying reality she couldn’t stop.

When her father is jailed, her mother ships lonely, plain Dorianna to her aunt’s in Brooklyn, NY. There, Dorianna yearns to build a new identity, but the popular Lacey bullies her—mostly for getting attention from her ex, Ander.

Ander takes Dorianna to Coney Island where Wilson, a videographer, creates a stunning compilation of her. She dreams of being an online sensation, as she’s never even had a birthday party, and vows she’d give anything to go viral. Wilson claims he’s the Prince of Darkness and offers her the beauty and fame, even love she’s dreamed of—warning her that a pledge has its downsides. Dorianna has no idea of how dire those consequences might be.

She’s thrust into the spotlight, and an incomprehensible nightmare. Not only is she prettier, she’s gaining harmful powers of manipulation. When her dark forces grow beyond anything she can control, she’s desperate but clueless as to how to stop them.

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Excerpt:

“Freaking W-T-F!” I bleat, and press stop. I cover my face for a long, jarring time. Then, with horrified fascination, I press replay—same bad magic. My fingers tremble as I fumble for Wilson’s number. Texting won’t cut it for this conversation.

“Hello, Dor.” He picks up after just one ring. Expecting me? He doesn't even have to say it out loud.

“Try harder to take those goddamn videos off YouTube,” I splutter. “I’m begging you.”

“The videos won’t let me.”

“That’s crazy. They’re not people! Did you write YouTube a help message? Double-check their tutorial on how to delete?”

He sighs. “It’s you. I told you before. The unpredictable magic in you wants them there.”

About the Author:

Catherine Stine is a USA Today bestselling author of historical fantasy, sci-fi thrillers, paranormal romance and young adult fiction. Her novels have earned Indie Notable awards and New York Public Library Best Books for Teens. She lives in Manhattan and loves spending time with her beagle, writing about witches and other fabulous creatures, gardening on her deck, and meeting readers at book fests.



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