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Sunday, 14 September 2014

Sexy Snippets: Cranberry Blood

So the Blood Series Tour with RBTL finishes today, and there is only  three days left to enter the tour wide rafflecopter giveaway and win yourself a set of books or the exclusive Blood Series themed prize. Just click this link - http://www.rbtlreviews.com/2014/09/giveaway-review-cranberry-blood-by.html - scroll to the bottom of the post and leave an entry on the rafflecopter and who knows, I could be emailing you tomorrow to state that you're a winner. ;)

This week has basically been spent on sorting/finalizing both books for paperback, and I am happy to say that I hit "approve" for both books last night. They are such pretty books. So happy with them. So, at some point this week you are sure to see a FB status with purchases links.

For now we are carrying on from where we left off last week, which you can read here. Enjoy! :D

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“I disagree. I think killing the stranger who broke into my house is a very good idea.”
“I did not break in,” he replied calmly. “My name is Brendan Daniels and I’m actually here to help you.”
I snorted. “Like I believe that.”
“It’s the truth. Besides, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would have. I also wouldn’t have left your weapons with you.”
“Well, you’re obviously an eejit.”
He laughed. “You have serious trust issues.”
“Trust issues? Says the complete stranger who broke into my house and—”
“I used your house keys. They were in your jacket pocket,” he said. “And yes, trust issues, says the stranger. The stranger who promises he isn’t here to hurt you.”
“Just because you say you’re not here to hurt me doesn’t mean it’s the truth.”

“True. But why go to the trouble of killing you when I could have left you lying in the car park the other night and let the seven greedy Leeches looking for you find you and bleed you dry?”

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Killing Vampires? Easy.
Tracking someone? Simple.
Helping, and protecting a Vampire slayer....Bloody hard work!

Thirteen years ago, Brendan Daniels made a deal with a psychic. In exchange for information on the whereabouts of a Rogue Werewolf, he promised to help and protect Sofia’s granddaughter. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he was letting himself, or his Pack, in for.

Nothing about Heather is simple, from her weird dietary needs to her life’s mission. The girl can handle herself, but the promise to protect her soon becomes a need, and one he can’t fully understand.

Vampire Slayer.
Born Infected.
Addicted to blood...but not by choice.

Heather Ryan is the current Slayer in a long family line. Like all before her, she has spent her life searching for her ancestor, Marko Pavel, the Vampire her family has sworn to kill. If that isn’t complicated enough, she is also a born "Infected", and to keep her from becoming insane or giving in to her darker side, she is on a very strict diet.

Now that her Grandmother Sofia has passed, it is up to Heather to take the family legacy into her own hands. Or at least, it would have been...if her Grandmother hadn’t sent a Werewolf to help her.

What is the irritating Brendan supposed to help her with? Sofia never told either of them. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for Heather and Brendan to find out that the Vampires have big plans, and that the Leeches have waited a long time for them both.

This title contains explicit language, violence, and some scenes of a sexual nature.

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Friday, 12 September 2014

RBTL Tours: Shadow Wars: Homebound by Ursula Sinclair

Title: Shadow Wars Homebound 

Author: Ursula Sinclair 
Series: Shadow Wars 
Genre: SciFi/New Adult/Romance
Publisher: Isisindc Publishing, LLC
Release Date: Sept 1 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook


Did you ever feel as though you don't belong?

Veil had been a step out of place all his life. Until one day he found a phone that took him on a path far beyond the world he knew. But to get all the answers he had to save the princess he fell in love with – only to lose her once he made her a queen.

Nikki never felt she quite belonged. Until she met a man who saved her life and placed her on a throne she never knew was hers. But in order to be queen and save a world at war, she had to give up Veil.

Would you walk away from the love of a lifetime if you could prevent the destruction of a planet?

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“Excuse me, I think you dropped this?”

The woman shook her head no, and her long braids swung across her shoulder. She took the phone out of my hand anyway and turned toward the man with his arm around her waist.  “Who the hell is this?” she said staring at the screen.

The man beside her glanced at the phone screen and shook his head. “Don’t know, babe. Not my phone.”

I’d noticed the phone on the floor after the couple had gotten up from the table. But it could have been there before they sat down. I’d picked it up and accidentally touched a button, bringing up the lock screenshot of a young, brown skinned woman in a short cropped bustier with russet colored hair hanging past her shoulders. The bustier showcasing her beautiful shape. Her stomach looked flat and smooth, but unfortunately the rest of the view stopped at the top of the studded belt on those low cut jeans she wore. Too bad, I couldn’t see the rest of her, but if the lower half matched the upper…she was gorgeous. Even if she wore a pissed off expression on her face and fire flashed in those big dolls eyes.

If she had on spiked heels and carried around a whip and a chain, I’d be willing to do a little experimenting with her. She could dominate me anytime she chose. I was pretty sure the girl holding the phone referred to that picture.

If the phone belonged to this guy—what an idiot. The woman with him wasn’t anywhere near as beautiful as the photo of the one on the phone. But hey, you can never tell, it might not be his.

“Then whose is it?” the woman screeched, waving the phone in front of the man’s face.

I intended to turn around and leave them to their squabble, but the guy grabbed my arm, halting me. I glanced down at his hand, then back up at the dude who immediately released me.
He took the phone out of the woman’s hand. “Here,” he said shaking his head, as he held the phone out to me. “This ain’t mine.”

“Sorry,” I said taking it back. Who am I to argue? “My mistake.”

“Are you sure it’s not yours, Mark?” the girl asked frowning now, as though unsure.

“I said it ain’t mine.” Mark reached into his pocket and pulled out a similar phone but his case was black around the sides while dark blue on the bottom. The other one looked more like mine, black with dark gray on the bottom. “See, my phone’s right here.”

“Oh, okay. Sorry, baby, for doubting you.” She stood a little taller and kissed Mark on the cheek.

“Let’s go.”

I sat down and watched the couple walk off while shaking my head. I hit the funny symbol for the power button on the phone again, bringing up the picture and studying it in greater detail. I’d been right the first time, the girl on the screen appealed to me—a lot. She might have been the same age as me, twenty-two or maybe younger. Huge, almond colored eyes sat in a perfectly symmetrical face with a golden overtone, hinting at a mixed racial heritage.  If she was tall and her legs went on for miles…another bonus. At six two, I loved women with long legs. Short or tall. I would make an exception for her, because she’s absolutely stunning.

I wondered about her identity and if the phone belonged to her. I turned it off and put it in my pocket, intending to give it to the hostess. This restaurant sat on the fringe of a big college campus, a popular eating place and whoever lost it would come looking for it. Also, if I got lucky I would still be here to meet her.

I checked the clock on the wall. My friend was late, also the TA in Business 101 from my freshman year. He and I had become good friends and since my graduation last year, business partners. We’d been working on a project for the last couple of years and were about to sell it.
My phone beeped, announcing I had a text message. I’m running late. It said. No kidding. I ordered a latte and prepared to wait, when I heard another beep. I frowned and checked my phone again, but nothing showed up. I remembered the phone in my other pocket. A text appeared on the screen.

You bastard! You lied to me! You’re never going to release me!

I frowned at the weird message. Maybe she was into BDSM shit, and the guy left her handcuffed to a bed or something. I grinned, picturing the image. I glanced up to check if anyone headed toward the table next to mine. Nope. The people around the hostess’ desk appeared to be waiting for tables. No one paid me any attention. I shrugged and returned the phone to my pocket, again intending to leave it with the hostess before I left.

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Author Information:

Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego for LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense and new adult romance as Ursula Sinclair.

She is currently working on several projects. Both of her daughters are now away at college. However, she and her husband don’t like the term empty nester. She’s added a cat to the household to keep the dog of the house company. Hopefully writing will keep her sane. Visit her website at http://lavernethompson.com to read excerpts of her books or Facebook to contact her,http://facebook.com/groups/lavernesnews or http://facebook.com/ursulasinclair98 and on Twitter at http://twitter.com/lavernethompson  

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