Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Behind the Eight Ball is on the Coming Soon page at Dreamspinner!



ebook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7022

paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7023



Blurb:
(Fur, Fangs, and Felines: Book Two)

A cool morning, a yard full of birds, and a kitty on a mission. What more could a werecat want? Beta Heller Wirth has it all, except a mate—a shifter mate, that is. The last thing he wants is one of those dangerous humans who kill without remorse. Heller knows about that firsthand. So what does the goddess Bast do? She gives Heller exactly what he does not want—a human: business owner Lawson Dupre.

Lawson hasn’t a clue what just happened in his car detail shop. One minute a cute client is about to pass out, and then he perks up and starts flirting. Next thing, he runs out the door like the hounds of hell are after him. Learning that Heller is a werecat doesn’t freak out Lawson. He happens to be one of those rare humans who knows paranormals exists. He even lives with one. Watch the fur fly as Heller and Lawson battle hurt feelings, misguided beliefs, and a power shift in Heller’s clowder.


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Behind the Eight Ball cover - Life is Better with a Cat



Whoot! Here we go! Paul Richmond did the cover for Heller and Lawson's story. Yes, the cat is supposed to look somewhat... exasperate, lol. This is Heller, after all. The male *could* be called a diva. He really does mean well, he just... doesn't always thinks. Or should I say stop to think. He's not mean, he really isn't. And as y'all find out, he has reason for how he acts. But he makes no excuses... this is how he is. He's lost, ya know? He just needs to be found.

Meet Lawson, lol. Now watch the fur fly! ;)


This is Heller in a tree at night.



Heller's truck. He loves this truck!



Heller's bedroom. I tried my best to describe it in the book.



Heller.




Heller in his cat form.


Heller's living area.


Lawson.

The release date for Behind the Eight Ball is Oct 30th. It should be on the Coming Soon pg at Dreamspinner very soon. I'll have a buy link then. :) Keep an eye out for the upcoming tour and a couple of posts at the end of October on the DsP blog about our boys :) 




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Monday, September 28, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Dragon’s Eye Series: Sumeria’s Sons by Lexi Ander




Author Name: Lexi Ander

Book Name: Dragon’s Eye
Series: Sumeria’s Sons
Book Number: 5
Series should be read in order.


Release Date: October 7, 2015

Blurb:
In the wake of birth and betrayal, Ushna takes the God Ashur to Tristan in a last desperate bid to save Tristan's life—and is helpless to do anything but watch as Ashur instead buries him in a grave. Though he has no desire to go on living, having now lost Brian and Tristan, Ushna has no choice. Not only do their children need him, the mysterious Simurgh has come out of hiding and forces him to continue on—for there is much to do and little time to do it, especially with treachery and danger closing in on them from every side.


Pages or Words: 98,000 words

Categories: Fantasy, M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy


Excerpt:
Chapter One

**Ushna**

The God Ashur followed behind me carrying Tristan, whose body was battered and broken. The cry of our newborn pups preceded me. Their birth was supposed to be a wondrous occasion, but through treachery and lies, that was stolen from us. Instead of enjoying the happy moment, I feared Tristan was dying.

There was so much blood. The damage to his body overwhelmed my senses. I was afraid if I didn't keep my eyes on him, if I turned my back for a second too long, his Flame would slip away. We ran through the cursed caverns that wouldn't allow me to touch my wolf or feel the song of the earth. Ashur's harsh commands to hurry spurred me on faster but I had to look behind me, I had to see with my own eyes that Tristan was still with us, still fighting.

The scars… I couldn't care less but Tristan might. I vowed I would spend the rest of my life showing him how beautiful he was to me—but first we had to get him out into the open.

I glanced back. "Hurry, Ashur."

The corridor seemed much longer than when we'd come in. Glancing over my shoulder again to ensure Ashur followed closely, my impatience caused a snarl to rumble in my throat. Tristan's skin was a gray-blue, stark and sickly against Ashur's rich mahogany tone. With every passing moment, we were losing him.

"Please." I don't know if I begged Ashur to go faster or if it was a plea to the Gods to spare Tristan's life.

When we entered the darkened corridor carved from the bedrock, I heard Tristan sigh. For months, he'd been teaching me how to listen to the Earth and I could practically feel her rush to him. I climbed the stairs, my foot slipping on the wet step in my hurry to get outside.

The open air had never smelled so good, filling my lungs with the scents of life. My wolf stirred, frantic for our mate. I reached to take Tristan from Ashur, but he dodged my grasp, moving off to the side. His low voice had a musical tone as he chanted in a language I didn't recognize and next to him, a hole formed in the ground.

"What are you doing? You said all we had to do was get him outside!" Why was Ashur not singing the song for healing? I reached again to take Tristan from Ashur's arms. Tristan was teaching me the complex chant, but Ashur was Tristan's tutelary. He knew what to ask the Earth for and how. Why was he not begging her to save Tristan's life? She wouldn't say no. She'd never say no to Tristan because she adored him.

It took a moment for the haze of my frantic thoughts to subside enough to realize Ashur was talking and then another for me to process the meaning of his words. What did he mean he couldn't restore Tristan's health?

With rising alarm, I said, "You've been teaching him how to sing to the Earth. Why can't you do that now?"

Ashur dodged me, laying Tristan in the hole atop the dark loamy soil. Something eased in me seeing Tristan in contact with the ground, although the Earth didn't rush up to him as I'd expected. She never missed an opportunity to touch him… until now. Instead, I felt power build until my bones ached and the snakes on my chest writhed in discomfort.

Staring down, I searched for the source of the energy, sure that at any moment, whatever it was would show itself. My gaze continued to return to Tristan with his ruined eyed, his torso ravaged and gaping. Never had I seen him so vulnerable, so small, the very sight calling to the caretaker within me.

Tearing my gaze away, I confronted Ashur who was pleading with me. "I teach him the songs but She doesn't respond to me."

An ancient sadness shone in Ashur's visage but I didn't care. I had trusted him to save Tristan. Never before had I been filled with such useless rage. I didn't understand what Ashur was saying. Who was he talking about? The Earth? He was the king's tutelary, so why wouldn't the Earth answer his call?

Desperation rose up and I barked, "Why the fuck not?"

"Because I took the wrong side in a war, now I'm forever separated from Her."

What did that have to do with the here and now? What did it matter he'd lost something or someone? My Tristan was dying and all he could do was talk. Ashur's pleading gaze held mine and I suddenly understood. I glanced back down at Tristan, lying in a bed of fresh dark soil.

A grave.

"No! You cannot mean to do this. He's not dead!" I jumped into the hole; Tristan's single eye stared at me with clarity, despite the state of his body. His chest rose and fell with each labored breath. There was still time. I could save him.

With the strength of the God he was, Ashur wound his arms around my waist and easily hauled me away from Tristan.

I went mad.

I fought, screamed and begged. First Brian and now Tristan. How was I to stay behind? I pleaded with Ashur to allow me to go with Tristan. We'd travelled through the Earth together before, we could do it again. I could sing to the Earth and beg for Her help.

It wasn't too late.

Then Ashur chanted and the soil covered Tristan, taking him from my sight. I roared with fury, thrashing and clawing at Ashur's hands. I vowed vengeance for this act of betrayal. Silently, Ashur held me as I beat and wailed upon him, trying to free myself from his steely grasp. He whispered continuously, "I am sorry but this had to be done," in my ear. Tears of grief stained my cheeks and I hated him all the more because it didn't have to be like this. He had no right to take Tristan from me.






Meet Lexi Ander:
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.


Where to find Lexi Ander:





Cover Artist: London Burden



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Tablets of Destinies

The Tablets of Destinies are a part of the earliest Sumerian culture from when the Annu first entered the Valley between the two rivers. They are sometimes described as made of clay and other times made of bronze. Being in possession of the tablets gave your army an edge in battle and often brought the holder victory.

Originally, Tiamat possessed the Tablets of Destinies. Before Kingu went into battle against the other gods, she gave them to him. Bearing them into the conflict was supposed to increase his chances of winning and she strapped them to his chest like a breastplate saying, "Whatsoever goes forth from your mouth shall be established." Only Kingu didn't win.

There are contradictory texts about who smote Tiamat and captured Kingu. Some say Enki, others Enlil, and then finally Marduk. After that, the impression was that he who wore the tables had established the right to rule the gods. Over the centuries, many tried to steal them from whoever held them at the time. The tablets became the center of many famous battles in Sumerian times but what were the tablets, really?

It was believed they were three discs that were from the tree of life, both not from earth but having always been a part of humanity. The cylinders had holes through the middle where the user slid them onto an axle. The Tablets of Destinies represented great wisdom, holding the "fate" or the "future" of the each individual who touched them. Upon them were written the secrets of the universe. They held the past, the future, and the present and when combined with the waters of Abzu they told the fate of man.

So here's a question for the readers. If Marduk has the Tablets of Destinies, will their power allow him to keep Tiamat's children shackled? Would there be a way for Tristan to get the upper hand to do what he vowed in Surrounded by Crimson?


A huge thank you for allowing me to be a guest on the blog today! Throughout the blog tour for Dragon's Eye, I hope you enjoy the behind the scenes look at the gods and mythos, and how they play a part in Sumeria's Sons. For a visual representation, please visit my Pinterest page. (https://www.pinterest.com/lexiander1/sumeria-sons-inspirations/) During the tour I discuss the Sumerian pantheon, about who and what the Gods/Goddess are, and how I use them. Make sure you stop by the other blogs to get a complete look at the Gods and Goddess the Lycan's follow.

Also, Less Than Three Press is running a special sale on Sumeria's Sons from September 23rd  through October 7th (dates inclusive).

Twin Flames is $0.99.




25% off Songs of the Earth





25% off Dreams of the Forgotten





25% off Surrounded by Crimson




Thank you for stopping by and reading!




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Torn between following my pups and the need to stay with Tristan, I stood there. Jory veered away from the group, one of the newborns swaddled in his jacket. Without hesitating, he thrust the babe at me. Instinctually I took the boy from him, afraid Jory would drop him. Peering into the folds, my breath was stolen away with one look at the child Tristan and I created.

Gently grasping my elbow, Jory led me down the pathway. Vaguely I realized Juan and Michael had joined me within the protective circle of warriors; I was too enthralled with my first real look at my pup. Sure, I'd been there when they were born, but my attention had been for Tristan. My heart twisted with a new pain. In any other circumstance, I would've memorized every single moment of their birth.







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Friday, September 25, 2015

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Day Six, Seven, and Eight of the Nighttime Wishes Tour and Giveaway




Lisa's World of Books  


Happy Tails and Tales


The Creatively Green Write at Home Mom 


Hey everyone! Here's the stops for this week so far on my tour. The Kiddo was here Monday and Tuesday with some personal drama so I haven't been on the comp hardly at all the past two days. That's thrown me a little behind. :)

~M

Friday, September 18, 2015

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Day Two: The Nighttime Wishes Tour and Giveaway



Today I'm at A Bookaholic's Fix! The reviewer gave Wishes a great 5 star review--which is rocking--but she also had *never* read a M/M before this one. OMG I damn near panicked when I read that lol, but she loved it. Tentacles and all lol. The review made my day, let me tell you.

Hopefully she'll take a chance and read more M/M!

Don't forget there's a giveaway attached to the tour so make sure and stop by for a chance to enter. :)

~M

Monday, September 14, 2015

The Nighttime Wishes Tour stops



Hey everyone! The Nighttime Wishes Tour that ARe set up has started. Stop by Zenny's Awesome Book Reviews to check it out and to enter the giveaway ARe is doing. The prize is two reader’s choice of any eBook published by ARe Books.

~M

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Wolf Creek by Nikko Lee and a giveaway!



Author Name: Nikko Lee

Book Name: Wolf Creek

Release Date: September 9, 2015


Blurb:
Being the Silverbane pack's omega is killing Josh. His plans to escape are foiled when he is blackmailed into finding a new alpha capable of controlling the largest pack in New England before the Amazons cull it. Josh has no clue how he is going to accomplish this task, let alone stay out of the sights of his power-hungry cousin, Bryce, who is convinced he is the pack’s next alpha.

Josh befriends Andrea, an erratic Amazon trainee, who talks to the ghost of her dead mother and has her own agenda when it comes to the wolf pack. When he is rescued by Gavin, a handsome park ranger driven to live in the furthest reaches of civilization, Josh feels a pull toward him that is more than just physical attraction. The three develop a bond that is stronger than friendship and tested at every turn.

With the help of his new family, Josh must find the strength within him to save the Silverbane pack and defeat the evil that threatens to turn them into killers. Only then can he finally be free.

Pages or Words: 87,700 words

Categories: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Urban Fantasy

Excerpt:
“I don't know about this.” Josh waited with Andrea outside the ranger station.
Gavin would be off duty in a few minutes. Andrea's harebrained scheme was the only plan they had time for. Instead of slowly baiting Gavin into revealing his true nature, they were going to have to shock him into it, but Josh was starting to have doubts.
“What if he isn't a werewolf?”
Andrea frowned.
“Okay, what if he is and he tries to kill me?”
“I'll protect you,” Andrea said, but it didn't give Josh much assurance.
“Have you ever won a fight against a werewolf?”
Andrea tore her shirt at the collar, then unbuttoned her jeans.
“Almost,” she said with a smile.
Josh didn't have another second to protest. Andrea pulled him against her so suddenly that their lips collided and her teeth cut into his lips. Just as suddenly, she was pushing him away and screaming.
“No!” Andrea fought to get away from him without really letting go of him. She shook him back and forth. “You're hurting me!”
Then, Josh was being hurled backwards.
“What the fuck is going on?” Gavin shouted.
Josh scrambled to his feet.
“I don't know,” Andrea said through sobs. Blood smeared her lips and tears drenched her cheeks. “He said he wouldn't share me, that I was his.”
As ridiculous as it sounded, Gavin looked utterly convinced that Josh had attacked Andrea. Gavin's chest expanded from more than just heavy breathing. The fabric of his uniform strained against flexing muscles, but it was the wild look in his eyes that worried Josh. Gavin was on the verge of losing control. He actually looked like he could transform.
“Go inside,” Gavin said to Andrea, without taking his eyes off Josh. “I'll deal with this bastard.”
Josh scrambled backwards as Gavin stalked toward him. The normally good-natured ranger was seething with rage. His soft brown eyes were hard and flinty.
“I told you to stay away from her.” He hauled Josh up by his collar and threw him against a tree.
Josh cowered against the tree trunk and waited for the inevitable beating. Gavin loomed over him, his breathing ragged, but no blows came. He seemed to be struggling within himself, his hands clawing at the tree bark and his eyes shut. Josh could see him regaining control over his anger. If he didn't act soon, Gavin would calm himself enough that Josh would never know if he could save the pack.
“She's mine,” Josh said. It was a timid challenge, but a challenge nonetheless. “I saw her first. I'm not going to give her up without a fight.”
He stripped off his shirt and tried to remember how Silverbane looked just before he transformed. At a foot shorter and fifty pounds lighter, Josh wouldn't have been surprised if Gavin laughed at him. But Gavin was lost to his anger, taking off his shirt and backing away, ready to fight.
“Come on,” he said, and motioned for Josh to attack him. “Let's settle this.”
The air was electric on Josh's skin. He could feel the gravel shift under his feet. He smelled the forest behind him and the testosterone of the menacing male in front of him. For the first time in his life, he was going to have to fight to save those he cared about. Even if it meant getting hurt or dying, Josh had to bring out Gavin's beast and test him as Elaine would.
He took a swing at Gavin, but Gavin had already moved to the side. A crushing pain in Josh's ribs was followed by a blow that knocked him from his feet, and he scrambled to put space between them. There was no doubt that Gavin could best him in a fist fight. The only other person Josh had ever taken a swing at was Andrea, and she had dealt with him like he was no more than a child throwing a temper tantrum.
If he was going to challenge Gavin, Josh had to transform. He felt close to it. His muscles ached to expand. Inside his body, he felt the howl of the beast that cried to be set free but refused to break the invisible pack bond that held it in check. The full moon was so close. Even Elaine and Bryce looked ready to heed its call earlier. Why couldn't Josh?
Gavin attacked, but it was Josh's turn to evade. He might not be a fighter, but he was an expert in avoiding getting hurt. The more he evaded Gavin, the angrier Gavin got. His body was beginning the transformation. The seams of his pants split and the leather of his boots creaked under the force of expanding feet.
“Fight me.” Gavin's voice was little more than a barely intelligible grunt. “Fight.”
As close as he was to transforming, something was holding him back. Maybe he didn't have control over it.
Josh had seen teenage pack members experience their first transformations without a command from Silverbane. It was a struggle that could last hours. His own first time had come at Silverbane's command. He'd been fourteen, older than most werewolves who transformed when they reached puberty, and even after he'd taken wolf form, he had cowered until Silverbane released him.
Gavin's swings were faster and harder, but less coordinated. It was getting harder for Josh to predict where they'd come from and how to avoid them. Josh had only transformed a handful of times under Silverbane's command. Now that his alpha was gone, he had to find out if Gavin was his new alpha.
“You want me to fight?” Josh said stepping out of the way of a wild haymaker.
“Yes, fight me now.”
The pull from Gavin was undeniable. Josh realized then that there was nothing he could refuse Gavin; not because he was infatuated with him, but because Gavin was his alpha. Josh would do whatever it took to satisfy him. Right now that meant having the strength to give him the fight he needed.

Meet Nikko Lee:
The author is a scientific curator who enjoys writing genre fiction from erotica to horror under the pen name Nikko Lee. Born in Canada, she moved to Maine after completing a PhD in Zoology and her post-doctoral training. She resides near Bar Harbor with her husband, daughter, two cats and malamute. The author blogs about hiking, writing and science at www.nikkolee.com.


Where to find Nikko Lee:
Facebook: 88nikkolee88
Twitter: @NikkoLee88



Publisher: Prizm Books

Cover Artist: BSClay



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Saturday, September 5, 2015

ARe Labor Day promotional rebate 9/5 - 9/7



Hey everyone! ARe is having a rebate starting on the 5th! Here is a list of my books at ARe. Hehehehe, gonna make a dent in my paypal account. ;)

~M