Monday, December 29, 2014

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Untamed by Brenda K. Davies The Vampire Awakenings Series #3
Publication Date: December 27, 2014 Genres: Paranormal, Romance

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His entire life Ethan has been keeping his more violent urges a secret from his family. They all think he is just antisocial, what they don’t know is that every day he struggles not to give into his growing desire to kill. Looking to escape for just a little bit and hoping that a change of scenery will help him, he agrees to join Isabelle and Stefan in Bermuda.
What he doesn’t expect is for Emma to walk into his life and change it in ways that he had never anticipated. Just when he finally begins to find some peace in his life, a dangerous threat from Emma’s past arrives. Ethan is willing to do anything to keep Emma safe, even if it means giving into the brutality that he’s spent his entire life fighting against. Giving in a little though, may mean giving in for forever, if he is unable to bring himself back from the darkness that has always enticed him. ***Due to mature content and language this book is recommended for readers 18+*** The first book in this series, Awakened, is free. Each book in this series is a stand alone novel.


 They were almost to the door when the sky opened up and a deluge of rain began to fall. He went to hold her back but she was already stepping outside. He followed her out the door and stood beside her beneath the overhang as the rain pelted the ground around them in a loud crescendo that drowned out the noise of the restaurant.
"It should be over soon," he said. "We can wait inside."
The mischievous look she shot him over her shoulder should have warned him, but he still wasn't expecting it when she asked, "Why?" and stepped into the storm.
Disbelief and amusement filled him as she tilted her head back and lifted her arms to the sky. Laughter trailed from her as the rain falling over her plastered the deep blue dress to her body. He could only stand and stare as she tilted her head back to the sky. There was something about the picture of her, laughing in the rain that made his heart clench, and caused a strange warmth to spread throughout him.
He thought he could stand there and watch her forever but the urge to touch her drove him toward her and into the rain. She was still laughing as she dropped her head down to look at him. Rain had turned her hair darker and caused it to curl as it clung to her face and neck. He barely noticed the drops of water as they pelted against him; the only thing he could focus on was her.
"It feels wonderful!" she cried above the noise.
He didn't know what possessed him, but words completely failed him. It felt as if he had been taken over by something entirely primitive, he felt a burning itch that would only be appeased by touching her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he lifted her up and pressed her flush against his body. Her mouth parted but before she could speak, his lips descended upon hers in a kiss that would have been bruising if the contact of their mouths hadn't immediately eased some of the savage strain within him.
A low groan escaped him; his erection was extremely uncomfortable as it pressed against the front of his jeans. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, her mouth opened to his. She tasted of wine as his tongue entwined with hers. He could lose himself in her forever; if it wasn't for the fact that he wasn't going to allow anyone else to see her naked, he would have taken her here and now without any thought to where they were. If it were any other girl he wouldn't have cared if someone else saw her body, but no other woman had ever driven him this crazy before or pushed him to these kinds of heights. No way was he about to play show and tell with any part of her body.


"Run Emma! Now!" he shouted. A scream swirled up and choked in her throat as she swore his eyes flashed red when he looked at her over his shoulder. That was impossible though, completely impossible, no one's eyes could do that. He was pushing her forward before she could even pause to consider what it was that she might have seen in his eyes. "Go!"
The urgency of his voice, and the look on his face, caused her to turn and flee toward where Jill and Mandy had moved further down the beach. Her feet slipped in the sand, her lungs burned from the exertion, but she continued to race onward.
Ethan spun to face the threat he had sensed in the air. The shimmering on his left caused him to move in that direction. He used the strength that had flowed so freely through him since he was a child, and that had intensified tenfold upon his reaching maturity, to hone in on his prey and seize him by the throat. He lifted the man above his head as if he weighed no more than twenty pounds and slammed his two hundred pound frame into the sand. The man landed on his back with an explosive exhale that blew the hair back from Ethan's face.
Lips skimmed back to reveal the man's fangs as he released a low hiss and his eyes turned a volatile shade of red. Ethan had never seen the vamp before, but the aroma of a landfill radiated from him and caused Ethan's nose to instinctively wrinkle. "Who are you?" Ethan growled.
He didn't get an answer though as another flash on his right caught his attention. This one wasn't coming at him though; it was heading for Jill, Mandy, and Emma. Ethan twisted the head of the man beneath him sharply to the side. The crack of his neck breaking resonated loudly through the air, it wouldn't kill the vampire but he wouldn't be able to follow them for a little while.
Launching to his feet, Ethan poured on the speed as he raced across the beach to where the girls were heading toward the road. Mandy's gate was the most awkward he'd ever seen it as she struggled to run through the shifting sand. She stumbled and nearly fell but Emma and Jill grabbed hold of her arms and kept hold of her as they helped her forward. The other blur was almost to them when Ethan lowered his shoulder and smashed into it. Years of playing football with his family and The Stooges had trained him on how to take down another vampire, and he did so now with ease. Satisfaction filled him as he heard a couple of ribs give way from the impact and he felt the unhinging of the other vampire's shoulder.
The vampire sprawled across the sand, kicking it up around him and causing Emma and the others to turn at the sound of the commotion. "Keep going!" Ethan yelled at her but none of them was looking at him, their eyes were on the other vampire that had rolled over and climbed to his feet.


A small mewl of protest escaped her when he pulled his mouth away from hers. He caught her hands pressing against his chest, lifted them above her head, and flattened them against the door. Her breath came in rapid pants that caused her breasts to push temptingly against him. A seductive smile curved her mouth as she pressed her hips invitingly against his.
She would be the death of him, but he would welcome that death if she was smiling at him like that. Unable to resist her, he brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her with a deliberate slowness that allowed him to savor in the honeyed taste of her. Her hands jerked in his grasp but he didn't release her and she didn't try to pull away as he left a trail of kisses across her neck and down to her collarbone. His tongue swirled over her rain-dampened skin as he tasted her. He could hear and feel the rapid beat of her heart but he stayed away from the tempting vein that beckoned to him.
"Ethan," she gasped when she felt the press of his fangs against her flesh. The sensation of his fangs scraping over her skin caused her to quiver with anticipation. That was when she knew that she'd completely lost her mind, and that she didn't care. His eyes were burning embers when they came back to hers, his fangs clearly visible as he stared at her. "I want this."
He released her hands and seized her face in between his palms; he stared at her as he waited for her to change her mind, but she had no intention of doing that. When she didn't tell him to stop he kissed her so ardently that he stole the breath from her completely. She jerked a little when one of his fangs pricked her lower lip but it wasn't an entirely unpleasant sensation and he kissed away the sting of the bite.
A rumble of satisfaction escaped him as his tongue licked up the trickle of blood that flowed into her mouth. Blood that was as deliciously sweet and magnificent as he'd known it would be. Even that small bit of blood caused strength to seep through his system as it filled him in ways that no other's blood could have. He almost bit down on her lip to get more but he knew it would hurt her and though he would cause her future pain, he was going to do everything he could to minimize it now.

Her fingers curled into his back when he broke the kiss but before she could protest his heated mouth was on her neck and his fangs were pressing against her skin. The breath she'd just managed to take rushed out of her again when his fangs sank deep into her flesh. Her body jerked against his as he took possession of her vein. The sensation of his teeth piercing her skin was like a pinprick that was gone almost as soon as she felt it, and once it was gone there was only endless waves of delight as he held her more firmly against him.

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Awakened Book 1

Vampire Awakenings, #1
by Brenda K. Davies
Release Date: August 1, 2012
Genres: Paranormal Romance

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Synopsis: Traumatized by her past, and struggling to move on from it, Sera has spent the past three years of college hiding herself from the world and content to stay that way. A chance encounter with Liam shatters her sheltered world, leaving her stunned and shaken by the strange feelings and emotions he arises in her, feelings she never thought she would experience and that frighten her in their intensity.

Harboring a dark and deadly secret of his own, Liam knows that he should stay away from Sera; that he will only bring her more hurt, but he is irresistibly drawn to her and unable to deny himself the pleasure that only she can bring to him. But when their pasts collide with their present, and Liam’s true nature is revealed, will their love for each other be enough, or will they be torn apart forever?

Destined Book 2

Vampire Awakenings, #2
by Brenda K. Davies
Release Date: February 26, 2013
Genres: Paranormal Romance

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Synopsis: Terrified of becoming mated like her parents, Isabelle has locked herself away in order to avoid their fate. She is content to stay sheltered amongst her family, hidden away as she lives out her days away from the human race, and the world. Despite her determination to remain alone, her world is rocked when a person from her parent’s past arrives at their door, bringing with them the powerful, and stunning vampire Stefan.

Though Stefan is not expecting to arrive at a nest full of vampires, he is immediately drawn to the vibrant, often defiant, and willful Isabelle. To his surprise, Isabelle does everything in her power to avoid him, and her desire for him.

No matter how hard she tries to fight it though, Isabelle begins to realize that trying to deny her destiny may just destroy them both, as there are some things that cannot be stopped. Just as she begins to let her guard down, Stefan’s dark and deadly past catches up to him and threatens to destroy them both.

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Brenda K. Davies

Brenda loves to write adult paranormal and historical romantic fiction. When not with family, or out with friends, she's happy at home in Mass. with her husband, and energetic puppy Loki. She is currently working on the third Vampire Awakenings book and has a historical romance coming out later this summer.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Book Blast: 32 Seconds by Johanna K. Pitcairn

To the average onlooker, the city of Los Angeles represents glitz, glamour, and the celebrity lifestyle. But to seventeen-year-old Julie Jones, the city is a vast host of problems she’s longing to get away from. The latest? An unfortunate disagreement with her ex-boyfriend Mark—one that could land her in some serious hot water.

So rather than face the troubles that torment her, Julie decides to run away from her old life and start fresh somewhere new. But her parents aren’t on board with the plan, and she soon finds her bank accounts frozen and her wallet empty.

With just seventy-five dollars and a full tank of gas, the troubled teen is far too stubborn to turn around and head home. So what’s a girl to do?

What Julie doesn’t know is that her travels are about to take her somewhere unexpected—a place where she’ll be forced to come face to face with the ghosts of her past in order to secure her future.

A tale of redemption, hope, and freedom lost and found, 32 Seconds is a thought-provoking exploration into the human spirit and the nature of forgiveness.

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Stories from The Underworld is an anthology of nine horror short stories featuring zombies, psychopaths, frustrated New York City commuters in desperate need of an outlet, apocalypse survivors, brokenhearted teenagers, and thriving tattoo artists.

As dusk falls, the underworld of horror unravels, giving life to some deranged nightmares. New York City inspired me to write about human emotions reaching the ultimate threshold of pain, pleasure, death and after-death. If you like horror, with a hint of erotica, and don’t mind a bit of foul language, then that anthology is for you!

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Random Fun Facts:

1) To trigger my inspiration, I binge on Netflix. I pick shows from any genre, and study the dialog and the plot. I also watch video game walkthroughs on YouTube. It's a great help to develop my characters.
2) I can't remember the last time I've had a bad case of writer's block. Plotting helps eliminate that issue. 
3) My biggest pet peeves: misspellings, grammatical errors, and inconsistent formatting. 
4) Julie Jones has named her car "Bubble", and when she swears, she says things like "shizzle", "shizzle nizzle" or "crapola in a peanut butter jar".
5) The original title for the first draft of the story, before it became 32 Seconds, was Death by Chocolate. 
6) Julie Jones loves In&Out burgers, and strawberry milkshakes. 
7) Julie is also a surfer. Her favorite beach is the one in Oceanside, CA. 
8) I'm a cat lover. I have four cats, and they all distract me from writing by taking turns and lying on top of my laptop.

About the Author:

Johanna K. Pitcairn has dreamed of becoming a writer since childhood--authoring her first novel at the age of nine, and countless poems, stories, and screenplays by the age of seventeen. Later, rather than pursuing a career as a director and screenwriter, she decided to go to law school, driven by her father's opinion that "writing does not pay the bills."

Ten years later, she moved to New York City, which inspired her to go back to the excitement, wonder, and constant change of being a writer. Pitcairn is a huge fan of psychological-thriller novels and movies, and delves into her hopes, fears, friends, enemies, and everything in between in her own writing.

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Friday, December 19, 2014

Release Day Blitz for This Broken World by Eric R. Asher!

Vesik, Book 4

An ocean of darkness lives in the journal of Philip Pinkerton. Ancient things with no place in our world are rising from the Abyss. Ezekiel, the arrogant, mad god has called us into battle. Does he think we can't touch him, or does he know we can't? I wish I knew. The world’s only hope lies in a forgotten weapon, the strength of our allies, and one necromancer of questionable ancestry. Yeah, this is going to end well.

“When did you learn to scale an incantation without a modifier?” the Old Man asked. His tone was full of humor. He wasn’t expecting an actual answer. He already knew the damned answer.
“I …” I stared at the frozen earth, speechless.
“You didn’t use a modifier, and yet you clearly used a minas art.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. “I could have turned this entire field into an ice rink.”
“And yet, here we are.”
“Crazy old bastard,” Dell muttered as he stretched out on the rock again. “He could have killed us all.”
“Have you ever seen your master do that?” the Old Man asked.
“No,” I said. “You and Ezekiel and Edgar are the only people I’ve seen use non-verbal incantations.”
“You still spoke, but you internalized the modifier. Even that could be enough to give you an advantage in a close contest. And the sword.” He nodded at the blade.
I let it collapse in on itself and stared at the old hilt.
“Admittedly,” the Old Man said, “that is not likely to damage a demon to a significant degree. There are still times where a soulsword is your best bet. I would suggest using someone else’s soul for that.”
“That’s the path of a dark necromancer,” I said.

“That is the path of a man who survives.”

Eric is a former bookseller, guitarist, and comic seller currently living in Saint Louis, Missouri. A lifelong enthusiast of books, music, toys, and games, he discovered a love for the written word after being dragged to the library by his parents at a young age. When he is not writing, you can usually find him reading, gaming, or buried beneath a small avalanche of Transformers.

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Monday, December 15, 2014

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Breaking the Nexus 1

Breaking the Nexus by Lindsay Avalon Mythrian #1 Publication Date: December 3, 2014 Also in this series: Warrior Unleashed, Waking the Phoenix Genres: Paranormal, Romance

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Book One in the Mythrian Realm Series
Throughout history, myths and legends of extraordinary creatures have been told and retold. Fantastic tales of demons and banshees, gryphons and dragons, and of course, magic. Stories that every child grows to learn are nothing more than fantasy…or are they? Beyond the world you see lies a hidden realm, the Mythrian Realm, inhabited by all of the creatures you’ve been told are mere fiction. Only one thing lies between humans and the truth: the Nexus. A magical barrier erected millennia ago to separate the two realms, it has stood the test of time. Until now. For Mythrian Sha Phoenix, magic is nothing new. But when she stumbles upon a portal on the verge of collapse, her fate will forever change. Pulled through the portal into the Human Realm, she lands in the middle of Detective Connor Flynn’s brutal murder scene. Soon it is obvious someone is using blood magic to try to bring down the Nexus. Together, Connor and Sha must work to unravel the secrets before the barrier falls and the realms collide. The Nexus is breaking and all hell is about to unleash…literally.


Foot tapping a rapid little rhythm, Sha tried hard to maintain her composure. This small room with its too big table and uncomfortable chair was making her claustrophobic. She didn’t have issues with small spaces in general, it was the austere walls painted an unimaginative gray and stained by years of use that gave the impression they were closing in. Or maybe it was the fact she hadn’t sensed any Gateways during her transportation here meaning she was stranded for now. Lovely.
She’d tried to study the city as the buildings zoomed by, but it hadn’t been easy. The blow to her head had dazed her more than she’d wanted to admit and everything was just so different from anything in Mythria. Most of the buildings were tall, rectangular structures with little imagination; nothing more than glass and metal thrown together. As fascinating as she found the humans, they lacked vision. Sure there was the occasional structure that was architecturally appealing, but what had happened to the gorgeous facades she’d read about? The intricate stone carvings and detail? It made her homesick for the beauty of her Mythrian cities.
Nice job, Sha. You’re sitting in a box in unfamiliar territory and you’re obsessing because the buildings are uglier than you expected them to be. Brilliant show of prioritization skills. When would that detective get here? The sooner she could convince him she wasn’t a lunatic, the sooner she could tackle the issue of what had caused the Gate to collapse. The only answers she’d come up with so far didn’t bode well for the stability of the Nexus. It was a thought that sent a chill racing down her spine.
“Cold in here?”
She jumped at the unexpected question. Either she was losing her touch or that man had perfected the art of sneaking up on a person. His gruff, baritone voice sent another shiver through her body, though she felt anything but cold. It was surprise, not him, she assured herself. Right and gryphons are cowardly fools. Who was she kidding? The detective was getting under her skin without even trying.
“Uh, no, it’s fine.”
“Good. Did you kill the man in the alley?”
Sneaky bastard was hoping to catch her off guard. She arched her brow at the brazen question. “No. Do I really look like I am capable of killing him?”
“You’d be surprised at the things I’ve seen, Ms. Phoenix. How’s the head? Did you get checked out at the hospital?”
She shrugged. “I’ve had worse.” It was true. As a trainee she’d had the brilliant plan to take on a juvenile Scray demon on her own. It may not have been full grown, but it had been twice her size and at least five time her strength. That was one lesson she never forgot. “And yes, the doctors said I may have a mild concussion. Nothing serious, though.”
The hospital was an experience she hoped never to revisit. Riding in the vehicle—car— had been exhilarating and a vast improvement over the carriages in Mythria that were powered by either magic or beasts. However, once they’d arrived at the hospital, she’d been overwhelmed by fear, desperation, and death. Her empathy wasn’t one of her stronger talents but it was enough to ensure she’d told the doctors whatever she thought would get her out of there fastest. Back home, healers made house calls unless your injuries required multiple intense sessions, so she’d never had to deal with such oppressive feelings. How could people take their loved ones into a place such as that? Increasingly she was coming to realize the Human Realm wasn’t quite what she’d imagined after all.
Fingers snapped in front of her, drawing her startled gaze. “Am I boring you, Ms. Phoenix?”
Sha felt her cheeks begin to burn. “Sorry, Detective. I didn’t mean to let my mind wander off like that. My brain must still be addled.” A noncommittal grunt was his only response. Things were off to a wonderful start, she thought with a scowl.
Long moments passed, the uncomfortable silence making her want to squirm. Oh, she knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted her agitated so she’d let something slip. They’d been taught a similar tactic during training; lucky for her, she didn’t have any knowledge to divulge. Squaring her shoulders, she met his gaze unflinchingly.
“Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask, Detective? Or did you just want to have a staring contest?” A small part of her liked staring into his eyes, the intense gray seeming to shift subtly, almost like mercury. Intriguing. She filed that bit of information away to examine later.
“You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”
She decided to play dumb. “How can I hide anything when you haven’t asked a question?”
“At first I thought you were as high as a kite at the scene, but you’re more intelligent than I thought.”
Why did it sting that he’d thought she was high? “Is that a compliment or a question?”
“A statement.” He set a rectangular device on the table and a red light began to blink. “I’ll be recording this if you don’t mind. You’ve already been advised of your rights, have you not?” He paused, waiting for her response.
“Yes, I have.”
“Good. You were found in an alley lying in a pool of blood. How did you end up there?”
“I don’t know.” It was close enough to the truth. No reason to mention the bit about falling through an invisible, magical barrier.
“Do you know this man?" A picture slapped down onto the table in front of her showed a man, his skin waxy with a grayish cast and large purple shadows around his eyes.
“No, I’ve never seen him before.”
“Really? I find that hard to believe when we found you within feet of his body. We’re waiting on DNA confirmation, but unless you have an explanation for where the blood in the alley originated, I’d say you and I both know it belongs to our victim here. Let me ask you one more time. Do you know this man?”
Irritation flashed through her body. “As you pointed out, Detective, I was found unconscious and prior to that had never met the guy. I may have lain next to him, but that doesn’t mean I knew him. Who is he?”
“I’m working on determining that. He’s lacking his fingerprints, so it’s not as simple to identify the body. What happened last night?”
“I don’t know. All I remember is waking up, being confused, and being surrounded by strange people. You showed up a short time later.”
“Where are you from?” That man just didn’t know when to drop the subject, did he?
“I’m from out of town.”
“Can you be more specific?”
“A town so small, I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.” Not far from the truth. Fire Falls wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t huge.
“Do you take me for a fool? Stop lying, Ms. Phoenix. You had no ID on you, no credit or debit cards, no cell phone, and your prints aren’t in the system. Tell me the name of the town; it should be simple enough to verify it.”
“Trust me, Detective, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
His eyes sparked at her words, the irises seeming to shift with increasing speed. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he had some Metallum ancestry. Only the metal crafters in Mythria had eyes like that, but there was no way he could share their blood.
“I’m tired of your games. I have a body in the morgue and two other cases I believe are related to this one.” He pulled out pictures of two other crime scenes and placed them on the table in front of her. “This is your last chance. Answer me now or I’ll have you locked up for obstruction of justice.”
Sha stared at the two other images, stunned. “It can’t be,” she whispered.
He sat back in his chair, studying her. “What can’t be? You recognize one of them don’t you?”
She didn’t know what compelled her to respond, however, she couldn’t halt the flow of words. “I don’t know who the men are, but I recognize those runes. It’s impossible you’d find them here.”
“Three dead guys would beg to differ with you on that one. Where have you seen the runes before?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Connor’s palms slammed on the table, the sound reverberating through the cramped room. “Enough with the theatrics. Where…have…you…seen…these…
runes?” He punctuated each word with a stab of his finger on the photographs.

“In Mythria,” she blurted before she could stop herself. Mother Night. What had she just admitted?

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Warrior Unleashed 1.5

Warrior Unleashed by Lindsay Avalon Mythrian #1.5 Publication Date: September 16, 2013 Also in this series: Breaking the Nexus, Waking the Phoenix Genres: Paranormal, Romance

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Book 1.5 of the Mythrian Realm. Can be read as a standalone, but best enjoyed if book one, Breaking the Nexus, is read first.

Nothing is more dangerous than a warrior unleashed. When Sentinels begin dying under mysterious circumstances, the deaths are believed to be unrelated. Only one man sees the truth: an unknown enemy is targeting the elite group of warriors and no one is safe. As a panther Chimerae, Achaius Rilke recognizes the signs of an unpredictable predator. The only person he can trust is Saia Makan, the tempestuous Sorceri who has driven him crazy for years. But when the killer has set his sights on Saia, Achaius faces the hunt of his life.

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Rage suffused her, casting a red haze over her vision as she attacked the sparring post. Blood bloomed on her knuckles, but she didn't register the pain. The blows continued to rain down as she embraced the bitter anger. Anything to keep from dwelling on the grief lurking just beneath the surface. 
She didn't know who was more deserving of her wrath: the draka who was murdering Sentinels, or Treven for having the audacity to be the latest victim. How dare he let some bastard catch him off guard. They were partners, supposed to look out for each other. Who was going to guard her back now that he was dead?
"Draka," she repeated under her breath, redoubling her efforts to annihilate the padded target in front of her. Nobody spoke the old language anymore, save for a few scattered words or phrases, but the curse seemed appropriate. Any coward who incapacitated a Sentinel before slitting their throat deserved to be called draka.
"Come now, Saia. That's a bit rude to say that to an innocent sparring post, don't you think?"
Wonderful. Just what she needed to make this day even better. What in the Seven Hells was he doing here? The amusement in the deep voice only served to rile her up further.
"Go away, Achaius, I'm not in the mood."
"I figured you could use some company, considering you're missing Treven's memorial. Unless you forgot it was today, of course."
Right, how could she forget? They would light the funeral pyre for her partner of five years, but Saia couldn't bring herself to attend the memorial. She'd said her goodbyes privately and she knew he'd understand. She clamped her lips, battling the wave of tears that welled up. Damn Achaius. She'd been fine until he showed up.
"I didn't forget," she managed, her voice betraying only the slightest tremble. Why couldn't he leave her in peace before she made a fool of herself by bursting into tears? She refused to break down in front of him. Of all the people that had to track her down, why him?
Achaius Rilke could rile her temper faster than anyone she knew, but at the moment he wasn't trying to annoy her or tempt her competitive streak. No, he was being nice to her and that was worse. She didn't need nice, she needed to control her emotions and focus on revenge. 
Sighing, she dropped her arms and stepped out of the ring of power used to protect observers of training sessions. When activated, no magic or weapons could leave the circle. Without a word, she walked past the wall of chiseled muscle and grabbed her towel, scrubbing it hard over her face. Working out in the training room wasn't helping to stop the grief roiling inside and she was perilously close to giving into it.
The air shifted and she sensed him moving to stand next to her. Wild energy emanated from him and she knew his panther was straining to be let free. Of all the Chimerae she'd ever encountered, she had only ever been able to sense Achaius' beast. The man intrigued her as much as he infuriated her, challenged her even as he pushed her to the limits of her patience. 
He moved closer, warmth teasing the wisps of hair at the back of her neck as he exhaled. His musky scent curled around her, enticing her to lean against his strength.  Get a hold of yourself, Saia Makan
"Please, Achaius, just go away." Exhaustion weighed upon her and she dropped to the bench, her head falling into her hands. Gods, she didn't need this. Couldn't he get it through his skull she wanted to wallow in self-pity alone?
"Contrary to what you may think, I'm not here to give you a hard time, Saia. I'm here as a friend. Let me help."
She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his in surprise. "I don't need your help. I'm fine." 
Was that hurt that flashed in his eyes? "You're not, but if you want to be miserable, go for it. When you're done feeling sorry for yourself, come find me. We need to talk. Treven was the third Sentinel dead in less than a month and we've got a serious problem."
He turned, started walking toward the exit, and guilt stabbed her. Mother Night, she was being a bitch and he didn't deserve it. "Achaius, wait. I'm sorry." An instant later his words registered and her blood turned to ice in her veins. "Wait, what do you mean he's the third death?"
Pausing at the heavy door, he shook his head. "Time enough for that later. Come on, I want to show you something first."
Curiosity piqued, she stuffed her belongings into the simple black bag she'd brought and hurried after him. Somehow, the man had managed to pry her mind away from the crushing sadness at losing her partner and, despite her earlier words, she was grateful for the distraction. As he led the way, it was hard not to admire the way he moved, his panther showing itself in the graceful stride of a predator. Oh yes, she was definitely distracted now.

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Waking the Phoenix 3

Waking the Phoenix by Lindsay Avalon Mythrian Realm #2 Publication Date: August 27, 2014 Also in this series: Breaking the Nexus, Warrior Unleashed Genres: Paranormal, Romance 

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As two Realms collide, the world descends into chaos.
From the moment Sha Phoenix dropped into the middle of Detective Connor Flynn’s murder scene, he had known his life would never be the same. Following her claim to be a Sorceri from the Mythrian Realm, he had received a crash course in the impossible as they had struggled to stop a madman. Unfortunately, despite their efforts to stop the Nexus, a magical barrier separating the Mythrian and Human Realms, fractured. Magic and myth are spilling over into the Human Realm, plunging everything into turmoil. Is their love strong enough to survive the flames of the phoenix? When Sha vanished through a portal in the middle of battle, Connor did not hesitate to follow the woman he had claimed as his. Now in the Mythrian Realm, they join forces with the Sentinels, the guardians of the Realms, to protect the world they love. Will they be able to contain the evil taking control? Or will they perish in the flames of war? This is a continuation of Connor and Sha's story. Book 1, Breaking the Nexus, should be read first.

Excerpt 1

“I hate you. Have I told you how much I hate you? Because I do,” Sha hissed between clenched teeth, desperately trying to move. The bastard chuckled, keeping her body still despite her best efforts, and trailed his lips along the curve of her neck.
“You don’t hate me, you love me.” His lips hovered over hers, fingers dancing over her clit taking her once more to the edge of orgasm before stopping.
“Yes, yes I do.”
A pathetic whimper escaped when his hand left her and he levered himself onto his elbows, an evil glint in his eyes. “Well, if you hate me, I guess I should leave then.”
Seizing the opportunity, Sha threaded her legs around his and sprang up, forcing his body off balance and onto his back. “You leave and I’ll kill you,” she warned. Connor’s chest rumbled with laughter until she lifted her hips, impaling herself on his cock. Head falling back with a moan, Sha couldn’t suppress the shudders rippling through her at the delicious fullness.
Those fingers of his cupped her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples as he thrust languidly into her. When she tried to move faster, one hand slid down her body, clamping onto her hip and holding her in place. The pressure built to a maddening level, yet she could do nothing to assuage it. Every shallow thrust did nothing but take her impossibly higher. 
Sha growled in frustration. “You’re killing me, Detective.”
“So impatient, aren’t you? What’s your rush, temptress?”
Without warning, he flipped her onto her back, his eyes locked on hers, a possessiveness in them that made her toes curl. “Let’s get one thing straight,” he said, voice low with dangerous promise. “You are mine and nothing, not Maestro, not death, and sure as hell not some arrogant wolf will take you from me. Now, who do you belong to?”

Excerpt 2

Connor’s heart stopped, his throat closing on a shout, his hand reaching for the gun that wasn’t at his hip. Son of a bitch, he couldn’t do anything but watch as the biggest dog he’d ever seen leapt at the woman he loved. A jolt passed through him as he realized it wasn’t a dog, at least not one he’d ever seen in his life. Unless he was hallucinating, something he couldn’t entirely rule out, that thing had more than one head. Three heads to be exact. What the fuck?
Helpless, he raced to her, certain she would have her throat ripped out by those gaping jaws and gleaming teeth. Shock nearly felled him when instead, the creature pounced on her, driving her to the floor and…licked her?
Relief poured through this system, weakening his knees to he had to lean against the wall. Mother of god, it, whatever it was, licked her like a damn puppy.
“You’re kidding me. That thing never fails to try to kill me yet it seems to love Sha,” Aries grumbled.
“May-maybe Xan just has good taste.” The tremulous sound came from the alcove by the cabinet, drawing his attention. Fascinated, Connor watched as Aries gentled his voice once more.
“Come on, Kas. Xander gave his stamp of approval.” The sound of someone hyperventilating was the only response. “Breathe slow. That’s right. I’ll even let you yell at me if you want.”
A watery laugh drifted from the alcove. “I get to do that anyway.”
“Well, now you have my official permission. Will you come out from there?”
Who was this woman and how could she draw such a reaction from a man who normally acted like a pissed off wolf with a thorn in its paw?
Do you know what’s happening, Sha? Don’t think I’m not punishing you for scaring the living hell out of me, by the way.
No idea. And in my defense, how was I supposed to know a cerberus would decide to make friends? Look, he likes me!
Shaking his head at the childlike enthusiasm, he watched as a slight, fragile-looking figure with raven hair took a trembling step into the room. To his astonishment, what looked like flakes of snow clung to the silken strands, dusting along the folds of the cloak she pulled tightly around her body. Skittish as a new foal, she pressed her back to the wall, ice blue eyes darting back and forth between Sha and himself.
“Xander, come.” The beast immediately trotted to her side at the soft command, sheer adoration in its golden eyes. All six of the eyes, he thought with a shudder. Though the creature was nearly the height of the woman, it treated her with surprising gentleness, rubbing one of its massive against her abdomen.
She took a shuddering breath, then another, before she spoke again. “My name is Kastalia Oracalis. Welcome to my home.”

Excerpt 3

I’m not dead. The astonished thought circled through Detective Connor Flynn’s mind as he lay on the ground, pebbles embedding their shape in his skin as blades of grass raked him, leaving tiny cuts in their wake.
Part of him marveled at the fact that he hadn’t been vaporized the instant he’d jumped through the chasm in the Nexus. At the time, it had seemed like the best option. Hell, it was the only option. The moment Sha Phoenix, the mysterious woman who’d dropped into his life mere days earlier, disappeared into oblivion, Connor knew there’d be no turning back. The inexplicable bond between them, the driving need to just be with her, wouldn’t allow him to sit idly while the woman he’d come to love vanished without a trace.
There, he’d admitted it to himself. Somehow, in the too few days they’d known each other, the seeds of love had been sewn and he’d be damned if he let some supernatural crap steal her from him. A week ago, none of this was real. Banshees, demons, magic, they were the stuff of fiction. Now, he knew different. Now, he knew it all existed. At least he was pretty sure it existed. Otherwise, he’d gone completely insane and was even now sitting in a nice, padded cell drooling on himself.
Laughter filled his mind. Hate to tell you this, but you’re not insane. Well, not any more than usual. I can’t believe you followed me without even knowing what lay on the other side of the portal.
Relief poured through every fiber of his being at the whisper of Sha’s voice. I couldn’t let you have all the fun, he replied.
“If this is your idea of fun, we may need to revisit the subject of your sanity.”
Connor pried open his eyes, not even realizing he’d kept them clenched so tight his head had begun to hurt. As his blurry vision cleared, he kicked himself for not remaining blissfully ignorant to his surroundings.
“You had to open them sometime, keva.” Sha stepped to his side, brushing her fingers down his cheek in the briefest caress.
“Where are we?” He’d wanted to ask what keva meant, but now was probably not the ideal time for a linguistics lesson. Figuring out where the hell he’d landed seemed a bit more important.
She said nothing for several long minutes as she looked over the precipice on which they stood. Finally, she spoke, the awe-struck words barely audible over the roaring winds that whipped around them.
“Not where, so much as when. This is not a place, not anymore. It’s more a ripple of memory, one few have ever witnessed. This, keva, was the birth of the Nexus.”
He stood there for an eternity, transfixed by the fierce battle waging in the canyon. Though the figures looked like toy soldiers, the song of steel against steel rang clear in his ears. The cacophony of war cries, menacing snarls from nightmarish creatures, the moans of the dying locked in Connor’s memory. A glance at Sha’s rigid body confirmed the tortured souls below would haunt her as well.
“How can this be the birth of the Nexus? How can we be seeing a something that happened centuries ago?”
“More like a few thousand years ago,” Sha said, her tone flat. Her eyes, however, darkened to cobalt, misery swimming in them when she turned to him. “In my studies, they called this a vistria. It is said the earth remembers all, can hold secrets deep within itself. Some can unlock the secrets, but most must wait until the earth decides to reveal a glimpse. They say each person sees the scene differently, each mind processing the memory in its own way. The gods must’ve decided it was time to share this with me. Since you were crazy enough to follow me through the Nexus, our minds joined, extending the vistria to you.”
The concept of the earth, the big planet beneath his feet – assuming Mythria was actually on this planet, a fact he still wasn’t certain of – sharing memories with them was bizarre. Granted, tumbling head first into a magic portal wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence. He hoped.
“What happens from here?” Connor asked, amazed at how nonchalant he sounded.
Sha’s gaze had returned to the unfolding scene and she answered without breaking her unwavering concentration. “Honestly? I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been chosen to bear witness to this and I’ve never spoken directly to anyone who experienced a vistria. I assume we watch until we’ve seen what the earth wanted to share. I recognize a good portion from things I learned as a child, but there are differences. I can only guess at the purpose of showing us this, especially now that the Nexus crumbles. Maybe to warn of what had been trapped, of what may come?”
A week ago, Connor would never have been able to listen to her explanation with a straight face. Now, he fell silent watching as chaos reigned below, as troops fought fearsome, demonic beasts. They would never win, he realized. The men and women struggling to hold back the advancing forces didn’t stand a chance. Every time they gained a little ground, waves of blood red light rippled outward from a black cloaked figure, bringing life to the fallen demons.
Yet, rather than retreating from the devastating onslaught, the armor clad warriors continued to fight. Why bother when it was so hopeless? It was brave, sure, but a fool’s errand when faced with an entity that literally raised the dead.

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Author Lindsay Avalon's Playlist of Bands for the Mythrian Realm Series


Two Steps from Hell
Full Tilt
Avenged Sevenfold
Epic North
Leaves' Eyes
Really Slow Motion
Brand X Music

About the Author

Lindsay Avalon1
Lindsay Avalon is a wife, owner of a devious mini Schnauzer, programmer, and now an author. An avid reader, her amazing husband never seems to mind the multitude of books scattered around the house. However, after listening to the words “I have nothing to read” one too many times, he suggested Lindsay try her hand at writing her own books.

Since she’d never liked writing in school, she balked at the idea until her sister pestered her to participate in NaNoWriMo. It was then Lindsay realized that it was never writing she hated; it was writing boring essays. Creating worlds of magic, mystery, adventure, and romance became her true calling. In 2012, she embarked on the journey to become a self-published author and to bring her crazy ideas to life.
In 2013, Lindsay decided to ask a fellow author about her publishing company, Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly. It was a spur of the moment, impulsive decision, and one which Lindsay is eternally grateful she made. Though self-publishing was exhilarating, being a part of her amazing publishing family gives her a bit of structure in her chaotic existence.
When she’s not writing or spending time with her husband, she’s hiding out from devious bears seeking to thwart her writing efforts, pestering her amazing friends and personal assistant, creating works of art in resin, and a multitude of other things that capture her attention at the moment. You can find Lindsay online spreading insanity across Facebook and interacting with her many lovelies. She loves hearing from her readers and fellow writers!

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December 15- Undercover Book Reviews- Spotlight
December 15- Bobbi’s Blog- Excerpt / Spotlight
December 15- Here Is What I Read- Excerpt / Playlist
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December 15- Deborah Jay – Mystery, Magic and MayhemReview (Breaking the Nexus, #1)/Excerpt
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