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Salted Caramel Bliss with a Wedding Kiss Blitz

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One Scoop or Two Series – Standalone

Paranormal Romance

Date Published:  August 24, 2022

Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press

 

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Roman Briggs built a life for himself in Siren’s Cove. He restored
the Sugar Cones Ice Cream Parlor and turned it into a popular stop along the
boardwalk. He has everything he needs until a certain blue-eyed woman
wanders back into his life.

Seer and witch Peyton Woods isn’t sure why her latest visions feature
a man and boy she’s never met. Determined to find out, she casts a
spell that leads her to a small beach town in Maine and, to her utter
surprise, the man who broke her heart eight years earlier.

Peyton’s left with one question. Why didn’t her magic show her him?

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About the Author

Cherie Colyer

Professional network technician by day, novelist by night, Cherie lives a
quiet life in the Chicago suburbs with her charming husband. She has four
amazing sons who she loves dearly. Cherie magically weaves together stories
with a paranormal twist. She’s the author of the Embrace series,
Challenging Destiny, Damned When I Didn’t, and Friends to the End. She
waltzed into the adult novel world with Merry Little Wishing Spritz.
She’s delighted to be back with Salted Caramel Bliss with a Wedding
Kiss.

 

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The Cave of Ruin Arsa Blitz

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The Cross of Ciaran, Book 3

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 05-25-2022

 

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Ciarán Donnelly is ready to leave his past behind and concentrate on
his new life, but his past may not be finished with him. His dreams have
returned with a vengeance, and this time they’re telling him
Ruadhán, the long-dead priest who entombed him fifteen hundred years
before, is threatening to kidnap his unborn twins. Of course, his dream
interpretation leaves a lot to be desired, especially when it comes to those
he loves.

As if the dreams are not bad enough, his anxiety over them is causing
stress on his new marriage, which is the last thing Caitlin needs in her
current condition. The twins are on the way, and everyone advises him the
dreams stem from his own insecurities over becoming a father. After all,
Ruadhán was the chief priest, a member of the high council, loyal to
his goddess unto death. What are the chances he suffered the same fate as
Ciarán and survived fifteen centuries?

The theory sounds reasonable, and he’s happy to accept it, until
Aodhán comes across an empty tomb in the Hills of ár Sinsear
that looks as though it may have been occupied at some point. Could
Ruadhán have survived after all? And if so, where is he now? To
complicate the issue, Aodhán stumbles across another piece of
information that could alter the possible meaning of his brother’s
dreams. But will Ciarán manage to put the pieces together before
it’s too late, or will he lose his family to an ancient
adversary?

About the Author

Andrea Matthews

Andrea Matthews is the pseudonym for Inez Foster, a historian and librarian
who loves to read and write and search around for her roots, genealogical
speaking. She has a BA in History and an MLS in Library Science, and enjoys
the research almost as much as she does writing the story. In fact, many of
her ideas come to her while doing casual research or digging into her family
history. She is the author of the Thunder on the Moor series set on the 16th
century Anglo-Scottish Border, and the Cross of Ciaran series, where a
fifteen hundred year old Celt finds himself in the twentieth century. Andrea
is a member of the RWA, LIRW, and HNS.

 

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The Devil’s Necromancer Sale Blitz

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Paranormal Romance, Dark Fantasy, LGBTQ, Murder Mystery

Date Published: October 2021

 

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Lionel, a necromancer and consultant for the Brunswick Police Department,
wants nothing to do with immortals. Specifically, he wants nothing to do
with Lucifer, who shows up on his doorstep one day with a ridiculous
proposal. Lucifer, also known as the Devil, wants Lionel to be his pretend
boyfriend. Except the pretend part is something the Devil doesn’t
really seem to care for.

Lucifer has read enough romance novels to know that a good dose of forced
proximity might be just the thing to get the stubborn necromancer he desires
into his bed. The Devil’s plans are soon complicated when Lionel
proves more uncooperative and oblivious to love than Lucifer could ever
anticipate.

While the Devil wants to claim Lionel, all Lionel wants is to get away from
Lucifer. Meanwhile, magic users are being murdered in the city. Lionel
cannot escape the implications of those murders for long, and the case soon
takes a different turn. Will Lionel be able to escape the Devil’s
thrall, or will the necromancer fall for the immortal seducer?

 

Publisher’s Note: The Devil’s Necromancer contains scenes
involving dubious consent that some readers may find offensive.

 

EXCERPT

Copyright ©2021 Alexa Piper

 

It was past midnight, and the stars that looked like sprinkles of white
chocolate in the velvety dark night sky were overshadowed by the city lights
and the waxing moon. I lay on the embankment, North Bridge’s metal
frame rising just to my right and further hiding the chocolate sprinkle
stars. My feet were wet, but I didn’t mind, not the embankment or the
wet feet or the stars melting away in the light and the artificial
structures around me. The zombie was oozing all over me from its — his —
caved-in skull, and I did mind that. Zombie ooze was a bitch to get out of
clothes, even if I’d given up on wearing colors years ago. Black
simply was the safest bet for a necromancer.

Zombies reeked when they weren’t really fresh, and this one was ripe
— fish-market-in-the-summer-heat-three-days-after-closing ripe. I looked up
and considered my life choices, all of which had led me here.

“Do you need CPR?” someone said. It was a warm, manly voice,
and I was reasonably sure it could make chocolate melt, star-shaped or
otherwise.

I stuffed my self-pity away and turned my head to get a better look at the
speaker. He was as handsome as a devil, with skin that looked like marble in
the glow of the city at night. His hair shimmered liquid black, but it might
have been some shade of brown in proper lighting. It went well past his ears
and looked styled with care to get that messy, I just got up out of bed
after a night of hard fucking look.

“Why the fuck would I need CPR?” I asked. My voice didn’t
sound like I’d just considered crying a moment ago, and I was proud of
that.

The guy shrugged. “It’s hard to tell with humans. Your kind is
so accident prone, and you seem to be having trouble breathing. Or maybe you
hit your head? Do you remember how you got here?”

Did he fucking think I was suffering from amnesia or a head injury or
something? “I’m having trouble breathing because I have a
fucking dead zombie on my chest, asshat,” I said. In my considered
necromantic opinion, I was being perfectly polite, even though I
couldn’t be sure what kind of creature the guy was. I’d given
him a quick glance with my mage sight, and human he was not.

Jeez, I hated gods and otherworldly beings.

“All zombies are dead,” Mr. Sexy said. “It’s a
prerequisite. This one seems to have had its brainstem properly destroyed,
however.”

“Oh, smarty-pants, thanks a bunch for the lecture. The basics of
necromancy have ever escaped me, even after I raised my very first corpse
thirteen fucking years ago.” It had been a blackbird that had died
when he crashed into a window at my school. I had cradled the poor thing in
my hands as it breathed its last, had cried, and that had triggered my
necromancer power. Pretty boy did not need to know that. Every other person
I’d ever told had made fun of me for it.

“You could have suffered a head injury with amnesia. How am I
supposed to know what you know?” He walked toward me. His movements
were silent, cat-like, and more elegant than was right. Even despite the
zombie oozing out on me, my cock couldn’t quite ignore him. Seriously,
though, what was up with his fixation on first aid and amnesia?

He grabbed the zombie by the legs and pulled the dead-dead corpse off me.
“Oh. You caved in its skull with a rock,” he said when he saw
the murder weapon in question, the goo glistening on its stony surface.
Well, it wasn’t really a murder weapon, seeing as how the zombie had
been dead, but details. “How traditional.” He held out a hand to
me, and I took it and let him pull me back to my feet. “I’m
Lucy, by the way. Short for Lucifer, but I prefer Lucy. As in Lucy Westenra,
the woman who almost single-handedly turned Dracula into the first reverse
harem romance novel ever before she made the wise decision to claim
immortality instead. She was such an underrated character, and I really
don’t know why people don’t like her more.”

I dusted myself off. Didn’t help with the wet feet or the zombie
ooze, which I really only distributed, like soft butter on hot toast. The
shirt I was wearing was ruined. Good thing I had a dozen other plain black
shirts just like it back home. “Maybe because she fucking ate
children.”

He shrugged. “Well, everyone has a craving now and then. No one
judges women’s monthly chocolate cravings, and I don’t see how
that was so much worse.”

My brain caught up with the conversation. Lucifer? The Lucifer? The fucking
Morning Star, seducer of stuffy virgins and lover of apples? I looked at
him. Up at him. Asshole was tall and handsome, the kind of guy I could only
ever talk to with about three drinks in me. “You’re the Devil?
Satan? Beelzebub?”

“Lu-cy,” he said, slowing down as if he was reconsidering the
brain damage thing. Even his eyebrows were perfect, which I only noticed
because he pulled one of those up, something most people couldn’t do
in real life. He could. And he looked hot doing it. Hotter.

About the Author

Alexa Piper writes steamy romance that ranges from light to dark, from
straight to queer. She’s also a coffee addict. Alexa loves writing
stories that make her readers laugh and fall in love with the characters in
them. Connect with Alexa on Facebook or Instagram, follow her on Twitter or
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Firestorm Teaser Tuesday

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Paranormal Romance, First Responders

Date Published: June 24, 2022

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

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Firestorm: A collection of short Paranormal Erotic Adventures from the
Changeling Press family of authors. Royalties donated to Changeling’s Save
the Quiet Kitty Fund  in memory of Camille Anthony.

 

If You Can’t Stand the Heat — Camille Anthony: In human shape or his
natural prairie dog form, Edison was normally the most laid-back of males,
except when his mate, Reba, crossed the line…

Catan’s Fire — Jade Buchanan: Asad needs to teach his mate what
happens to submissive Felidae who disobey orders…

Brimstone by Mistake — Alice Gaines: Heaven’s made a mistake. What
will Lucifer do when the Man Upstairs wants Sally back?

Shifting Priorities — Anne Kane: When the sexy hunk Jexx picks up in the
station bar turns out to be more than human, she has more to worry about
than her profit margin.

Burning Down the House — Isabella Jordan: Will Katurah use her powers now
to end it all — or will she give in to a fiery lover?

Stockings — Jade Buchanan: A gorgeous female cat shifter, an enticing pair
of stockings, and a very interested lady wolf produce enough heat to burn
down the house…

Britta’s Beast — Kate Hill: When Max and Britta met at a convention
for members of magical law enforcement, they seemed like a perfect
fit…

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If You Can’t Stand the Heat by Camille Anthony

 

He stood in the doorway of the Bakery’s kitchen, belt dangling from
his hand, watching his mate of forty years bustle about preparing
refreshments for the library shindig about later that evening. As always,
the sight of her had his heart doing that funny leap in his chest, his cock
echoing the movement behind the zipper of his jeans. After all this time, it
still only took a look, a whiff of his female’s scent to have him hard
as a cactus spike.

Along with his surging lust came a powerful burst of love and he knew if
prairie dogs didn’t mate for life, he’d still never let this
woman go. He’d die without her. However, that didn’t mean he was
blind to her faults.

His Reba was an incorrigible busybody, continually putting her finger in
other folk’s pies. He understood her interfering tendencies were part
of her caring nature and that would have been fine as long as she contained
her meddling within the family.

She didn’t.

He wasn’t mad at her. Edison’s smile was full of masculine
anticipation. The punishment of her infraction was going to be intensely
pleasurable for both of them.

* * *

Heat from the tray of kitchen-sink cookies radiated through her oven mitts
as Reba pushed the door of the oven closed with a bump of her plump behind.
Humming, she carried her burden to the cooling racks and began sliding this
last batch off the pan onto the wire trays. Inhaling deeply, loving the
smells of fresh baking that meant home to her, the buxom baker
couldn’t help smiling. She loved the holidays. All of them, but this
season, Reba had plenty to celebrate.

For the first time in years, all her children would be coming home to
Barkus. Even better, Puppy — the younger brother who was like another son
since she’d raised him from the time their parents died in a car
accident — would be introducing his new mate to the family. Reba sighed
happily, making a mental note to look up information on the Kwanzaa rituals
as Carly was Afro-American. She didn’t want the newest member of the
pack to feel slighted.

“Reba!”

Startled, Reba jumped, the last cookie flying off her spatula to explode
into warm gooey crumbs on the stainless steel counter. She turned toward the
door and her mate, ready to blast him for sneaking up on her, only to jerk
to a halt, heart skidding around inside her chest until it came to rest in
the pit of her belly at the sight of her broad shouldered mate — brown eyes
alight with mayhem — brandishing his wide leather belt.

Hot damn, I’m about to get spanked.

“Edison, what are you doing here in the middle of the afternoon? I
thought you were at the bar, hanging with all your old coots.” She was
proud her voice didn’t shake.

“I was. Spoke to Bucky. He was a mite upset.”

She knew exactly what that old dawg was upset about and she wasn’t a
bit ashamed of what she’d done. Huffing, she folded her arms over her
full chest. Her tone was belligerent. “Served him right. He had no
business trying to back out of his promise to Carly.”

Edison sighed. “And you had no business sharing something I told you
in confidence.”

“He asked for it.”

The glint in his eyes belied the sorrowful expression on his face and Reba
shivered, knowing what was coming before Edison got the words out his mouth.
“Well, you’ve asked for this.” He gestured toward the door
leading to the next room. “March yourself into the pantry while I go
flip the open sign and lock the door.” He headed out the kitchen but
paused to turn and spear her with a warning glare. “If you’re
not ready when I get back, I’ll be adding to your
punishment.”

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Bentley Teaser Tuesday

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Paranormal Romance, New Adult

Date Published: June 17, 2022

I call on the fates to bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it
be…

Natalie Harvey wants a guy who not only understands baseball, but supports
her love of the game. When she meets bad-boy first baseman for the Cougars,
Bentley Turner, she can’t help but fall for him. He’s sexy,
strong, athletic and irresistible. He’s her perfect man, but what if
he’s not interested? The spark is there, and she decides to invoke the
spell. Why not?

She’s ready to summon her very own bad boy and try her luck with
love.

 

 

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“I’d like someone to take me to the ballpark and not expect me
to pay to get them in or get them up close to the team. Just to watch a game
with me,” Natalie Harvey said. “I thought I’d find someone
by now.” She glared at her friend Sarah. Sarah could be loyal and
sweet, unless Sarah wanted something.

“I can’t help it that you’re hard to please.” Sarah
fiddled with her watch. “You’re too picky.”

“I am?” She scoffed. “I don’t want to be
used.”

“Well… don’t have a job that entitles you to special
treatment and think men won’t try to get in on said special
treatment,” Sarah said. “And I don’t want to go to yet
another baseball game. I mean, once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen
them all. But right now, I’m testing something.”

“You’re…” Sometimes she wondered why she even
tried. Sarah could be rather self-centered at times. “I happen to like
baseball.” She liked all different sports.

“You’re the only one.”

“I doubt that.” The minor-league games attracted quite a few
fans, because the games were just as exciting as the major league ones.
Every player was hungry to show his skills, and every play mattered because
it could prove the player’s worth to the next level teams. If the
front offices or coaches saw potential, the player would ascend to the next
level. Plus, the games were entertaining. Spectators were close to the
field, the food was inexpensive as were the tickets, and the food was better
than some restaurants.

“You have to pay attention to the various scores, players,
transitions and all that for your work. Why would you want to go to a
baseball game on your day off?” Sarah asked

“You mean transactions,” Natalie said. “Because I like
baseball.” Yes, she worked weekends on the sports team for Channel 7,
but that didn’t mean she couldn’t like sports outside of work.
She’d scored tickets to the game and should be pumped to go — except
she didn’t want to go alone.

“Transactions, transitions… they’re moving back and
forth.” Sarah waved her hand. “You knew what I
meant.”

“I did.” She watched Sarah tap her phone. “By the way,
what are you testing? The spell? It works. Karey got it to work and so did
Mandy. It’s not a fluke.” Why didn’t Sarah see that?

“We haven’t gotten it to work in three months,” Sarah
snapped. “There’s something wrong.”

“Yeah. Us.” She hated to be blunt, but Sarah needed the truth.
“We keep picking up guys we know are shit. I didn’t try too hard
with Dwayne and ta-da! He didn’t work. Nikki didn’t really like
Callum, and that’s why that didn’t pan out. We’ve simply
tried to keep you happy and have used the spell, but we’re not exactly
finding our Prince Charmings because we’re not looking hard
enough.”

Sarah’s glare could’ve cut through Natalie. “Excuse
me?”

She’d gone this far and might as well finish. Sarah wouldn’t
get the hint until someone spoke straight with her. “You’re so
busy trying to get us hooked up, but you’re ignoring the choice for
you. Why can’t we let this happen more organically?” Natalie
asked. “Or give us the time and freedom to find our guy?”

“We have had success and will again, but I’m concerned
it’s taking too long,” Sarah said and shook her head. “But
there is no good choice for me.”

“No?” Natalie could think of at least one good guy. “Kurt
means nothing to you? He’d give his right arm, leg and nutsack for
you.”

“Right,” Sarah said. “He’s an annoyance, and
he’s not that invested.”

“I suppose you’re right. He does have a girlfriend now,”
Natalie said, intentionally annoying Sarah. “I saw them together two
nights ago.” He’d been out with his sister, but Natalie
wasn’t about to tell Sarah that.

“What?” Sarah paled. After a moment, she regained her color and
smiled. “Good. He should move on.”

“Uh-huh.” Sarah still loved him, but her pride prevented her
from giving him another chance. One day Natalie would ask what Kurt had done
to make Sarah turn on him, but that day wasn’t today.

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you and Nikki. How about
instead of going to the game, you come to the bar with us?” Sarah
asked.

“I already have tickets, and I’m not wasting them.” At
least not wasting one of them.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “You get tickets for free because of your
job.”

“So?” That didn’t mean she should waste the chance to go.
“I do have to keep tabs on the players.”

“Would you happen to be looking to hook up with one of those
players?” Sarah folded her arms. “Some of those soccer players
are pretty hot.”

“Baseball players are, too.” She shouldn’t have said
that. “But they’re like other guys. They find out I’m a
sportscaster and want things from me that I can’t give them. I
don’t seem to find any decent guys. I meet athletes who want to get
noticed and drunks who spill things and also want to get noticed.”
She’d been kissed three times because she’d been caught on the
kiss camera. Why did the person running the camera insist on putting her on
the spot? The guys who’d kissed her weren’t attractive and none
had her permission.

“I need to find someone for you for the spell,” Sarah said.
“There has to be someone.”

She hadn’t heard a word Natalie had said.

“I need to go. Nikki’s waiting on me.” Sarah left the
table and strode away.

“Thanks.” Natalie sighed. She’d been left at the table
and with the bill… again. Next time, she’d tell Sarah to shove
it instead of meeting her for lunch.

Natalie waved down the waiter who returned a moment later with the bill.
She paid, then finished her tea. Fine. She’d go to the game by
herself. It wasn’t like she’d never done it before. Most of the
time, she tried to get in on the spectator play afterward. She’d
played softball, soccer, basketball and run track in high school, then run
track and played softball in college. She knew what she was doing on the
sports field.

She walked out of the bistro, and her thoughts turned to Sarah’s
dismissal. The spell. Sarah swore she’d hook up every member of their
friend circle with their perfect guy because of the magic. The spell worked
for two of the women, but they weren’t going to find high-class men by
hanging out at a bar.

She shook her head as she started her car then drove across town to the
baseball stadium. Of the many things she liked about having a minor league
team so close was the ample parking. She never had to walk more than a few
hundred yards, and the lot was well-lit. She locked her car and hustled up
to the ticket window. Once she showed her credentials and ticket, she gained
entrance to the facility.

Natalie strode over to the first-base side and located her seat. When she
was on the clock, she liked to sit right at the edge of the field to better
take in the action. Since she wasn’t working, she’d sit four
rows up and simply enjoy the game.

She loved the atmosphere of a ballgame. The sounds of the crowd, the smell
of the food, the excitement in the air. The Cougars scored quickly in the
second inning, and she made a few notes on her phone. The sensation at
second base, Dalton Cohn, had made three great catches and even managed two
double plays with the first baseman, Bentley Turner.

Natalie watched Bentley Turner in action and couldn’t help but sigh.
He had a temper at times, looked like he’d stepped out of a bar, and
could swear a blue streak, but he moved with grace and had skills on the
field. If he hadn’t injured his shoulder defending first base last
season, he’d still be in the majors and probably racking up good
stats. Instead, he’d been relegated to the minor leagues to rehab.
She’d spoken to him a few times and loved the deep blue of his eyes
and his easy smile. He could be cocky and pushy. Rumor had it he’d
bedded women in every city and left a string of broken hearts in his wake.
It could all be rumors, but…

 

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