The Space Colonel’s Woman. @jayshawauthor.

Helicopter pilot, Julia Swift, lives her life from one rescue to the next. Unlucky in love, she longs for a lover who resembles the hero of her favorite space show, Phoenix Rising.

When an injured man falls through a portal and lands on her local beach, it seems the universe has granted her wish. Not only does Colonel Mark Holden resemble the fictional military commander, he also bears his name.

Despite the incredulity of their situation, Mark and Julia share an inexplicable connection. They realize they have spent their whole lives searching for each other. But when Mark’s team comes to rescue him, Julia must choose. Will she stay behind? Or will she travel with a man she hardly knows, to the fictional Dragonus Galaxy?

A world brought to life in an alternate reality…

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Stranded in Love. Victoria Grant.

Stranded in Love is a fun and feisty contemporary romance by Victoria Grant. A stand-alone novel, it’s the first in the Calderone Family Romance Series.


If a gold medal was awarded for ‘Worst Day Ever’ Laney Calderone would win it today, hands down. She’s just discovered she’s pregnant, her fiancé abruptly dumps her when she tells him, and her new car refuses to start as a brutal snowstorm hits Toronto.

Good Samaritan Tyler Hammond offers to take her home; however, with the heavy snow falling and his patience dwindling, Laney’s gold medal day isn’t over yet.

Storms intensify both outside and in as Laney finds herself inexplicably attracted to this tall, dark and very handsome but infuriating stranger.

Can Laney fight her unwanted yet increasing desire for this man long enough to get through the relentless storm? And will Tyler let her walk out of his life as easily as she came into it?



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Esher Cover Reveal: Felicity Heaton.

Esher (Guardians of Hades Paranormal Romance Series Book 3) by Felicity Heaton – Cover Reveal


Esher (Guardians of Hades Series Book 3)
Felicity Heaton
Prince of the Underworld and Lord of Water, Esher was banished from his home by his father, Hades, two centuries ago and given a new duty and purpose—to keep our world and his from colliding in a calamity foreseen by the Moirai.

Together with his six brothers, he fights to defend the gates to the Underworld from daemons bent on breaching them and gaining entrance to that forbidden land, striving to protect his home from their dark influence. Tormented by his past, Esher burns with hatred towards mortals and bears a grudge against Hades for forcing him into their world, condemning him to a life of battling to keep a fragile hold on his darker side—a side that wants to kill every human in the name of revenge.

Until he finds himself stepping in to save a female—a beautiful mortal filled with light and laughter who draws him to her as fiercely as the pull of the moon, stirring conflict in his heart and rousing dangerous needs long forgotten.

Aiko knows from the moment she sets eyes on the black-haired warrior that he is no ordinary man, just as she’s no ordinary woman. Blessed with a gift, she can see through his stormy façade to the powerful god beneath, and the pain and darkness that beats inside him—pain she grows determined to heal as she falls deeper under his spell and into his world.

When the daemon bent on turning Esher against his brothers makes her move, will Esher find the strength to overcome his past and fulfil his duty, or will the lure of revenge allow the darkness in his heart to seize control, transforming him into a god intent on destroying the world?





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Esher drew his hand away from his right side and frowned at the blood coating his palm. It caught the light of the narrow signs that jutted out from each building, running their entire height to mark what was on each floor, and reflected white, red and yellow back at him.

The wound would heal rapidly, not like the wraith wound, but he would have to conserve his strength until it had knitted back together, which meant he couldn’t teleport home. Stepping, as he and his brothers called it, would drain him, and it was only just gone one in the morning, meaning there were still another four or five hours of darkness in which another daemon could attempt to find the gate.

Or a Hellspawn, one of the accepted species in his father’s eyes and one allowed to enter the Underworld via the gates, could call on him to open it.

So, he would have to do the unthinkable.

Public transport.

He ground his molars and reached into the breast pocket of his shirt, tugged the tiny headphones out and jammed them into his ears. Instantly, the soothing melody of Bach filled him, swamping the song of the rain and the grating noise of Tokyo.

Esher took a few deep breaths, giving the beautiful classical piece time to do its work, and then trudged forwards, past the two dead daemons. He didn’t look at the dead mortal as he passed the male, kept moving onwards on auto-pilot, slowly constructing a wall of calm inside himself, a barrier that would shut the world out and allow him to venture down into the train station and tolerate the presence of the mortals as they surrounded him.

Crowded him.

As the strings rose, he spotted the airplane-wing canopy that stretched above the central entrance of Tokyo station, extending from the glass skyscraper to its right. Clouds swirled around the top of the towering structure, glowing yellow from the city lights. The rain continued to pour, soothing Esher as much as the music, but as he approached the entrance and the number of mortals rose, hurrying to catch the last trains, his grip on calm began to weaken.

He could do this.

He balled his right hand into a fist, and grimaced as the cut across his forearm stung as his muscles flexed beneath it, a flash of fire that tested him. He breathed deep, letting the flare of irritation fade without affecting his mood.

He was calm. In control.

Calm. Control.

Esher breathed through it, steeled himself and moved forwards, avoiding the busier paths into the building.

It was only a short trip. Barely fifteen minutes. He could do this.

A mortal female passed close to him and he tensed, his breath seizing in his throat as he leaned to avoid her even though she was more than ten feet away.


Calm. Control.

Keras would fucking kill him if he lost his shit and caused a bloodbath. His oldest brother had lectured him more than once about playing nice around the weak little mortals. By the gods, he tried. He could almost tolerate them now. He had even managed to speak with some when he was feeling strong, able to cope with breathing the same air as them.

But he wasn’t feeling strong.

The coppery odour of blood clouded his senses, tugging at his memories, and it was hard to keep them shut out, to hold the wall of calm in place.

He shoved the bloodied fingers of his right hand through the longer lengths of his black hair, pushing the damp strands out of his face, and scrubbed at the shorter sides.

He could do this.

He took another step towards the building, a pressing sense of urgency building inside him and driving him to move as he picked up the warning over the public-address system. It was last train time.

Now or never.

He froze as a male passed him, flicking a glance his way that turned into a double-take before he pivoted on his heel and hurried away from the station.

Esher touched his face, drew his hand away and looked at his fingers. Black smeared their pads. Daemon blood.

He huffed, grabbed the handkerchief he always kept in the back pocket of his dark blue jeans and wiped the blood away, scrubbing his neck and face, and then his hand to clear it of both daemon and his own blood.

It took barely a second for the blood to roll back down to his fingers. He buttoned his coat to hide the crimson stain on his shirt, tugged the sleeve back and wrapped the handkerchief around his forearm, covering the wound there. It would have to do.

The last of the mortals ran into the building ahead of him.

Esher strode towards it, his left hand closing over his right side again as the wound below his ribs burned. He pressed hard against it, stopping the flow of blood down his side, and trudged forwards, moving as quickly as he could manage.

The lights inside the station stung his eyes and he lowered his head, letting the hand-length ribbons of his black hair fall forwards over his brow to shield them. He kept his head bent as he hurried past the closed shops towards the Yamanote Line. It would stop at Yoyogi Park and he could walk from there. The streets in that neighbourhood would be quiet.

Unlike the immense room around him.

Someone almost ran into him as they rushed towards the ticket barriers, and he bared his teeth at their back. Keras would have to forgive him if someone bumped him, because he wasn’t sure he had the strength to stop himself from hurting them.

It was leaking from him as he passed his bloodied right hand over the card reader on the barrier, using his abilities to force it to open for him. It swung open and he passed through, scanned the area ahead of him and spotted the sign for the line. It was further than he remembered. He was going to have to use a little bit of power to make it to the train.

Not stepping. Just running.

He clutched his side and sprinted, passing the mortals with ease, and reached the platform just as the last train pulled in. He boarded at the first door, and moved down through the carriages until he found one that was quiet.

The seats near the next car were empty, so he slumped into them, arranging himself in a way that put off the mortals who were eyeing the spot beside him. He looked at his bloodied hand, felt a few mortals glancing there too, and then moving away. He was tempted to wipe it on his jacket, but since it was acting as a nice deterrent, he kept it on show. Another barrier to keep the mortals at bay.

He couldn’t believe he had been reduced to using public transport. He eyed a few of the humans, issuing glares to the braver ones who looked as if they might chance it and sit beside him on the three-seater bench. Wretched creatures. The wall of calm cracked a little, and he drew in a deep breath. Mistake. His right ribs protested, a sharp pain echoing along them from the wound, worsening his mood and adding a few more cracks to the wall.

He closed his eyes as the train pulled away, meaning to shut out the crowded carriage so he could claw back the calm.

Not meaning to fall asleep.

He woke with a jolt as the train rounded a bend, and his black eyebrows pinched in a frown as he swept his blue gaze around the carriage. It was almost empty.

“Fuck,” he muttered and peered out of the window, trying to see where he was as he silently berated himself for succumbing to sleep around so many humans. They weren’t to be trusted. Fuck knew how many of them might have taken the opportunity to kill him if they had known what he was.

Building after building whizzed past outside, none of them standing out to him. The damned city looked the same no matter where he went in it. He rubbed his tired eyes and squinted at the display screen above the doors. Broken. Just his luck.

Had he missed his stop?

He looked at the two people in his carriage, assessing them, and then squeezed his hand over his side as he leaned forwards and looked to his left, into the next one. Five people in that one, none of them a threat.

He leaned back into the padded seat.

A shriek rose from his left.

Esher edged forwards again and glared into the next carriage. A petite raven-haired female with bunches and a fringe that cut a straight line above her eyebrows swatted at a male with her black backpack. Her thick-soled patent leather shoes skidded on the floor of the car as she swung again, causing her short black dress to rise up and reveal the tops of her stripy black and white stockings.

A little Lolita with a vicious streak.

Or a terrified little Lolita.

He canted his head, trying to figure out which one it was, and growing increasingly annoyed and disgusted with everyone in her carriage as they all pretended not to notice her plight.

“Chikan!” Pervert.

A public transport one in particular.

The male grabbed her again, snapping his hand tight around her delicate wrist.

Still no one moved to help her.

Why the fuck was he forced to protect a people who cared nothing about their own kind? No Hellspawn or god would tolerate this female’s cries.

She battered the male again, but the bastard pulled her towards him, undeterred.

Esher growled and shoved to his feet, not pausing to consider what he was about to do.

He was going to save a human for the first time in his life.





Book 1: Ares
Book 2: Valen
Book 3: Esher
Book 4: Marek – Coming in 2018


Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, the best-selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series or any of her stand-alone vampire romance books. If you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try the best-selling Vampire Erotic Theatre series. Or if you prefer huge detailed worlds filled with hot-blooded alpha males in every species, from elves to demons to dragons to shifters and angels, then take a look at the new Eternal Mates series.

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When is a “bad” book not a bad book?

The other day on Twitter, I engaged in a brief discussion with Madelina Rivera at @LinasMusings. By the way, give this lady a follow for some engaging tweets. Madelina and I were chatting about something we had in common. We had both recently read books that we didn’t like. It wasn’t just a case of those books not being our “cup of tea.” We had real issues with them.

Here’s the thing though. Neither of us could get them out of our minds.

Sometimes a book really is just bad. Perhaps it suffers from poor grammar or a lack of editing. Perhaps the story goes nowhere or the characters never develop in any way. Maybe the message is just plain toxic. In other words, bad. I’m not talking about those stories here.

I’m talking about the ones that sit in the pits of our stomachs, long after we’ve read them. The ones we turned from, noses in the air. Is it possible those  “bad” books can be something else?

Madelina told me she kept thinking of the book she despised, over and over again. I had the same experience.

Now, of course, I’m not going to name the book I didn’t like. There may be plenty of people out there who love it and who am I to say it’s not a worthwhile read? I will, however, share a bit about how I felt about it.

The “bad” book I read was a contemporary romance set in a place I have never visited, so there was an element of the unknown for me. I thought the author did a lovely job in setting the stage and describing this unique locale. I loved the setting, but setting isn’t everything.

I had real issues with the characters and their romantic journey. It’s safe to say I hated the hero and the heroine. They both had major issues and emotional hurdles, and neither of them seemed willing to confront those issues, or to work on them in any way, not even to save their relationship. I remember thinking, “These people are awful. There’s nothing redeeming about them.” They didn’t give me an ounce of hope.

As for the plot, it was one of those stories in which the hero and heroine seem determined to hurt each other. That might work for another genre but not in romance. I didn’t feel the love at all. I did finish the book because I kept expecting something to change. It didn’t. Although it ended “happily,” I did not in any way buy into that happy ending. I walked away from that story, unconvinced and disappointed.

It was some time ago that I read it but I can’t get it out of my head. It pops into my consciousness every so often, making me wonder why I had such a visceral reaction to it. Making me wonder if I’d have the same reaction if I reread it.

Crazy, right?

This is a book I would have struggled to review and I never did. So why does it haunt me? I sometimes wonder if it is because of that evocative setting, but that can’t be it. I haven’t suddenly fallen in love with the characters. In fact, I’m quite sure if I read the book again, I’d hate them just as much. I haven’t changed as a person, and I doubt they have.

Perhaps the reason this story has lingered in my mind is because I had such a strong reaction to it. Is it possible that, on some level, it affected me even more than some of the books I’ve loved? I can’t help thinking this “bad” book might not be so bad, after all. Maybe it was just difficult for me.

Difficult can sometimes be good.

As authors, we despise finding negative reviews of our own books. We may train ourselves to read them with a thick skin, or not at all, but I don’t know anyone who enjoys reading negative comments. I certainly wouldn’t like knowing a reader hated my story.

And yet that level of dislike is powerful. Aren’t we trying to write powerful stories? Maybe it’s okay our beloved novels inspire something other than wholehearted love and approval.

Maybe it’s better than indifference.

Because I’ll tell you something. I’ve read a lot of likable books that I’ve forgotten.

But I have never forgotten the ones I disliked. There’s something to be said for that.

In the end, maybe it’s better for art to be disliked and remembered sometimes, than enjoyed and forgotten.



Predator’s Kiss by @LeoRosanna…now FREE!

Guys! This is the week for freebies!

Earlier this week, I was excited to share A Good Man, Handymen 1, is free for a limited time. I am now thrilled to let you know Predator’s Kiss, Gemini Island Shifters 1, is also free!

If you haven’t yet started my sexy shape shifter series, don’t hesitate. I don’t know how long this sale will last so make sure you snag your copy.

** Jar of honey not included **

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Happy reading.

FREEBIE ALERT! A Good Man, Handymen 1, is FREE at Amazon.

Friends, I have some awesome news!

For a limited time, my contemporary romance A Good Man, Handymen 1, is FREE at Amazon!

Thanks to my friends at Limitless Publishing for arranging this sale. If you haven’t already read this story, I hope you’ll one-click it today.

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What have people said about A Good Man?


Not only is Michael a star on a successful home improvement show, he’s also seen as a local hero. But no one knows about the demons he carries inside him ever since the day he risked his life to save others.

All the accolades and honors only make the memories stronger and the pain unbearable. He would do anything to be able to forget, to put his past behind him and move on.

Michael takes on a new home improvement project, convinced it’s the perfect distraction. Little did he know that Emily, the woman who’s supposed to be nothing more than a client, would turn out to be a huge distraction…and engaged.

While Emily battles with her own personal problems, Michael is determined to keep his distance. The last thing he needs is woman trouble. But when it becomes clear that the attraction is mutual, he realizes staying away from her is not an option.

Now Michael needs to decide if he’s willing to risk exposing his weakness, and his heart…by giving in to temptation.


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Katie H. Weill. Daemonium. Veneficus: The End.

New Release: Daemonium by Katie H. Weill

Daemonium – Veneficus: The End

Published: 2/22/18
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
Cover Artist: Dark City Designs
Publisher: Satin & Stone Publications

Lucas Cale turns
18 in a few weeks—as long as he can make it through detention, groundings and
the undeniable feeling he is being watched. His parents are unreasonably
demanding, his sister is wild, and his temper isn’t winning him any friends as
he is dropped into the government-mandated class, “The History of Witches.”
They are real,
he’s been told. They are powerful, and evil—yet Lucas doesn’t care. There has
never been a witch sighting on record in their one-horse town.
But that was
another life, flooding back like a nightmare as he is driven into his past, and
bound to a future spiraling out of control.
When history is
no longer left behind, he’ll be forced to choose between the man he was and the
demon he has become—or face the howling darkness awaiting his return.


Drawn back into a
world of hidden covens and regulated magic, he may learn that the difference
between love and loss is the devil you know.


Claudia was aware she was sleeping as she watched her shortened brown hair, slightly kinky and sucked of healthy color, float around her face in the lack of gravity, but it didn’t stop her teeth from chattering.
Which way was up? She questioned, as she forced her limbs to move, joints crackling, popping as a thin layer of ice shed from her skin, floating away in the black that surrounded her. Which way was down? She tried to swim her arms at her sides, to maneuver her body so she could look around and was met with nothing but the void.
Shadows danced, one blacker than the next, their darkness bounding the chasm in which she was trapped, extending in every direction as far as she could see. There was no noise, not even the sound of her heartbeat now in the deafening silence, but she felt the howling hollowness, felt the isolation begin to stir panic inside her.
And her necklace? The source of her power, the midnight tourmaline that had been her comfort, her confidence, had abandoned her.
“Hello?” Claudia spoke, and no sound left her mouth. Her arms ached as she brought her palms in against her ears, pressing them in and releasing so she could feel a slight suction. More ice crackled from her skin, but she couldn’t hear it.
“Hello!” This time she felt her vocal cords strain as she screamed the word, the air leaving her lungs in an explosion of her growing dread.
And there was nothing but silence.

H. Weill is the descendant of a witch – descendant of Ann Pudeator, a wealthy
woman in her seventies who did nothing but care for others, and one of the last
women accused and executed in Salem, Massachusetts. Katie was inspired by the
hard fought findings of her Aunt to create a story that started with a sprinkle
of history and unraveled a tale from there. With her husband and her rescued
dog at her side she is enthralled by the idea of creating new stories and
worlds and looks forward to sharing them with the world. Ann Pudeator was
exonerated in 1957 by the Massachusetts General Court of all charges.


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