Thursday, September 29, 2016
Credo (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 3) by Nashoda Rose Cover Reveal & Preorder Blitz
Book Title: Credo (Scars of the Wraiths, #3)
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Nashoda Rose brings a fresh twist to the paranormal romance world with 'the Scars'.
An unrequited love.
A tortured past.
An unbreakable bond.
Their love was well-known throughout the immortal world.
The powerful Taldeburu Waleron and his Delara.
But tragedy struck and tore them apart for years. One believing the other was dead.
When fate finally brings them back together again it isn’t kind.
It’s cruel and testing. Sacrificial.
Because love has no remorse for its victims.
It doesn’t give you options.
And it won’t be stopped.
This is Waleron and Delara’s story.
It’s not pretty and it’s not kind.
But it's theirs.
A band of fierce warriors walk in the shadows of the human world with capabilities derived from the senses: Trackers, Sounders, Healers, Tasters, Visionaries and the rare Reflectors. They are known as the ‘Scars.
Scars of the Wraiths Series (Must be read in order)
Stygian (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 1)
Tyrant (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 2)
Credo (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 3) Oct/2016
Take (Scars of the Wraiths, Book 4) Standalone
GDEALER Solar Rope Lights 49ft 150 LED IP65 Waterproof Copper Wire
Super nice light set. I love that these rope lights are not real thick like a lot of rope lights. They are not heavy either. Most rope lights are thick and heavy and really kind of hard to use if you want to hang them. You have to put screws or hooks and either tight them up or hook them up. Either way those are lightweight and hang easily. These also have the copper strand inside of them so they bend and twist easily in whatever direction you want them. These are great for outdoor. They are solar. They are 49 feet long. They have 150 warm white lights inside. I love solar. No extension cords, no remembering to turn them off and on either. These do come with a ground mounting stake. The head on the stake is adjustable so you can point the solar box in the direction that will get the most sunlight during the day. These will run about 8 to 12 hours during the evening on a full charge. These do have 2 modes steady on and flashing. I love these lights and they will great as part of my Christmas decorations as well as every day use.
I received this product during a promotion free for my honest review and they are 100% my own opinions. I received no compensation for this review and I am not required to give a good review. I am also not associated with the seller in any way.
Infinilla 4-Outlet Surge Protector Power Strip with 4-port Smart USB Charging Station 6ft Cord
Finally a Surge protector with enough room for all of my electronics. There are 4 outlets and 4 USB plugs on this surge protector. There is a separate power supply for both types of plug ins and you can turn them off an on with a small switch on the top. There is no reason to have power running to the USB ports if nothing is plugged in, so I can just flip the switch. This is rather small and very lightweight, perfect for taking on the go. It will be going on all my vacations and weekend getaways. Motel rooms never have enough plug in, you are usually lucky to find one or 2 plug ins in a room with out a lamp or something plugged in. Now I can carry a total of 8 plugs with me and only need a single outlet. Also not knowing how good the electricity is in a motel room I can protect my devices with this surge protector. Infinilla even tosses in a 3.3 foot USB cord. This has a dual lightening Micro USB end on it so you charge whatever where ever.
I received this product during a promotion free for my honest review and they are 100% my own opinions. I received no compensation for this review and I am not required to give a good review. I am also not associated with the seller in any way.
Hydracentials Neoprene Bottle Holder With Adjustable, Detachable Strap
My husband and I do a lot of walking. We walk every evening after dinner. We take weekend trips to walk around historical locations, and stuff like that. We live in Florida and it is pretty much always hot. Staying hydrated is very important. I personally do not like drinks once they are warm and I always have a drink with me. With this awesome bottle holder from Hydracentials I can carry my water bottles with me and the neoprene holder helps to keep the drinks cold longer . Neoprene has a smell to it when you first receive it, it is just the way it is. Usually you can tell what it in the package before you open it from the smell. This water bottle holder all though it did have a smell to it, it was not over powering like other neoprene items I have received. I did run this through the wash machine before I used it and it pretty much took all of the smell away. This comes with a long adjustable shoulder/neck strap. The strap is long enough to carry on your shoulder, wear around your neck and even wear cross body style. The strap is also removable. The bottle holder itself is waterproof so when my water bottles starts to drip it all stays inside of the holder instead of dripping all over me. There really is nothing I don't like about this water bottle holder. The best part, I have my water and I am hands free.
I received this product during a promotion free for my honest review and they are 100% my own opinions. I received no compensation for this review and I am not required to give a good review. I am also not associated with the seller in any way.
Wednesday, September 28, 2016
tour for Damned If He Does by Marcella Burnard
Damned If He Does
Marcella Burnard
Genre: Light Paranormal
Date of Publication: 7/19/2016
ISBN: 978-0-9977244-0-0
ASIN: B01HR5R2DI
Number of pages: 333
Word Count: 98k
Cover Artist: Danielle Fine
Book Description:
Rejected by heaven, twisted by hell, what’s a damned dead man to do when he stumbles upon a life and love worth fighting for?
Though damned for his earthly sins, Darsorin Incarri likes being an incubus. Prowling women’s dreams to siphon off their sexual energy for Satan's consumption has its perks: an array of infernal power and a modicum of freedom. Sure, Ole Scratch holds Dar’s soul in thrall, and Dar has to spend a few hours recharging in Hell every day, but it could be much worse. All he has to do is hold up his end of his damnation contract – five women seduced, satisfied and siphoned per night for eternity. So when he encounters gorgeous, bright, and funny Fiona Renee, it’s business as usual. Deploy the infernal charm and rack up another score. Except it doesn’t work. She’s immune. He has to find out what’s gone wrong or face Lucifer's wrath.
Fiona Renee has the life she’d always wanted: a career, a home, a cat with a bad attitude, and peace. Fiona’s dated. Had boyfriends. And hated every minute of it. She’s reconciled to being lonely. So when a man shows up in her bedroom in the middle of the night demanding to know why her dreams turn to nightmares every time he tries to seduce her from within them, Fiona winds up negotiating a contract with a demon that allows him access to her life. She never anticipated that it would also give him access to her heart. If she's going to fall in love at all, something she never thought would happen, shouldn’t it be with someone who’s alive? If Fiona wants to hang on to Darsorin, she has to find his true name—the one he’d been given at his birth over a thousand years ago. But Satan, himself, stands in her way. Even if Fiona can dodge Lucifer, she and Darsorin have to face the question neither of them can answer: What happens to a dead man if you manage to wrest his soul from the Devil?
Excerpt:
The problem with being damned was that no one would meet your eye.
Darsorin Incarri squared his shoulders and glanced into the faces of the people passing him on the sidewalk. They'd look one another in the eye. Smile. Say, 'good morning.' But for someone whose soul had been claimed by the Devil? Nothing.
People would try. There’d be a split second of eye contact, then, as if the varied torments of Hell were somehow reflected in his eyes, their gazes would run away. Every time.
Shivering in the May sunshine, he shoved his clenched fists into the pockets of his black leather jacket. A single crumb of human warmth that wasn't infernally compelled, surely that shouldn’t be too much to ask. Even for a damned soul.
He pushed through the door of a tiny drug store around the corner from his office and trudged to the pharmacy in the back.
“May I help you?” The pharmacist wore her strawberry blonde hair pulled into a swinging ponytail. Her name tag said ‘Fiona.’ Glasses, thick jade frames and barely-there lenses, heightened the olive of her eyes and magnified the smoky eyeliner and shadow she wore. Lush, full lips, painted clear pink smiled at him.
She met his gaze firmly.
No flinching.
No hint of nervous energy.
He pulled in a slow breath. The woman of his dreams–dreams he didn’t know he had, because Hell has a way of grinding those right out of a damned soul–and here he was picking up itch cream for his boss.
“Prescription for Louis Sieffer.”
She turned away to leaf through the white prescription bags before turning back armed with one of them. “Here we go. Have you used this medication before?”
Her white coat washed out her pale complexion, but the lavender silk collar of her blouse, peeking from beneath the coat, caught his imagination. The silk must be worshipping the curves her abomination of a coat all but eradicated.
He sucked a breath in between clenched teeth as his body hardened. Game on. Another soul to seduce for Ole Scratch.
Without conscious thought, he hit her with sex magic. Marking her. Warning off rivals, and maybe, tipping her off, too, so they could both revel in the anticipation. Lust spiked all around him in the cramped, back corner of the drug store where three other women and one man, thin enough to blow away in a breeze, perched on hard plastic chairs, waiting for their prescriptions. He breathed it in, tasting, confused. None of it seemed to emanate from the young woman he held in his predatory crosshairs. She radiated friendly warmth, not insatiable desire like the rest of the females within ten feet of him–like she should.
He latched onto the desire surging around him. Three women. Three separate threads of want. All for the taking. Their want fed him, spilling into the empty space where his forfeited soul should have been. While he wanted the pharmacist, he’d been presented with a buffet of feminine sexual drive, he sampled the offerings. Longing was heady, addicting stuff. The unfulfilled yearning plunked into the dark well of him, tantalizing him with the sensation that he could be filled up, that he could feel almost human again. Briefly.
He smiled and sucked harder on the women’s dissatisfaction and burgeoning appetite.
“Mr. Sieffer? Sir, have you used this medication before?” the pharmacist repeated, her voice clear and alluring as a shot of the smoothest whiskey.
“For eternity,” he said. Why wasn’t she inarticulate with need?
Her smile fell and she leaned closer, lowering her voice. Captivated, he mirrored her until he could have pretended to lose his balance and have their lips meet over the middle of the counter. He caught the faintest hint of perfume. Rose and jasmine. Hunger he hadn’t experienced in centuries spiked his blood–different from his soul-bound compulsion to service as many women as possible in the name of Hell. This delectable morsel kindled the lecherous nature that had damned him in the first place. He could consume her. His mouth watered. He would.
Drunk with wanting her, he downed another shot of the unrequited desire he’d tapped from the other women.
“Certain STDs can be difficult to control, but this ointment should give you some relief from the pain and itch . . .”
Sympathy, cool, blessed sympathy, smacked him in the face like a dead fish. What she’d said–what she thought–registered. He jerked upright.
“It’s not for me!” he said. “I’m picking this up for a–friend.”
Her pink lips twitched.
Adorable. Kissable. Bitable.
“Believe me,” he said, vitally aware that his voice had dropped just like every ounce of blood in his body had. “This is better than the snake oil and wormwood he’s been using for the past thousand years.”
Oh, that didn’t sound weird. Or like he had a gay lover. He closed his eyes. Smooth, Incubus. Real smooth. What the hell had happened to his ironclad contract that assured he’d always be supernaturally sexy? Every woman’s dream?
About the Author:
Marcella Burnard graduated from Cornish College of the Arts with a degree in acting. She writes science fiction romance for Berkley Sensation. Her first book, Enemy Within won the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice award for Best Futuristic of 2010. The second book in the series, Enemy Games, released on May 3, 2011. An erotica novella, Enemy Mine, set in the same world as the novels was released as an e-special edition by Berkley in April 2012. Emissary, a sword and sorcery short story released in the two volume Thunder on the Battlefield Anthology in the second half of 2013. Nightmare Ink, an Urban Fantasy novel from Intermix came out in April of 2014 and the second in that Living Ink series, Bound by Ink, came out in November 2014. Damned If He Does, a light paranormal romance came out in July 2016.
She lives aboard a sailboat in Seattle where she and her husband are outnumbered by cats.
Twitter: @marcellaburnard
Instagram: @marcellaburnard
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3 copies of Damned If He Does
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