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Friday, April 14, 2017

cover reveal for Rum Runner by Tricia Leedom


Rum Runner
Tricia Leedom
(The Key West Escape, #1)
Published by: Ink Monster LLC
Publication date: July 18th 2017
Genres: Adult, Adventure, Romance
Perfect for fans of Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Janet Evanovich, this action-packed debut from a fresh voice in contemporary romance offers a sexy and comedic take on love, adventure, and what it means to trust your heart.
English socialite Sophie Davies-Stone has been longing to meet her father since she was a little girl. When he sends her a mysterious medallion and asks her to forward it to him in Miami, she can’t help herself from doing something totally un-Sophie-like. Rather than mailing it as instructed, Sophie hops on a flight to Florida.
But the family reunion never happens. Instead, Sophie is attacked and almost kidnapped by her father’s enemies. Her savior is Jimmy Panama, a cocky and annoyingly handsome former Navy SEAL. Sophie isn’t the only one who’s annoyed. After years of trying to find a way to pay back his CO, Jimmy never thought his debt would get him mixed up with his commander’s uptight, British daughter. He just wants to put her on the next flight home and get back to his low-stress life in Key West, but fate has other plans.
As Sophie and Jimmy embark on a heart-pounding adventure through Key West and the Caribbean, Sophie finds herself falling for the snarky American. Still, her head says Jimmy is all wrong for her, and the more she finds out about him – and her father – the more uncertain she is about who she can trust.
One thing is clear. Sophie is in way over her head, and her greatest adventure might be her last.
The Key West Escape Series

1. Rum Runner – Releases July 18, 2017!

2. Bahama Mama – Coming January 2018!


Author Bio:
TRICIA LEEDOM enjoys traveling to exotic destinations and having torrid love affairs with hot, dangerous men... even if it's only in her own mind. When she's not writing romantic adventure novels, she reads voraciously, tweets compulsively, and fangirls over a TV show based on her favorite book series. Tricia earned her BA in Creative Writing from The University of Tampa and her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. Her favorite authors include Diana Gabaldon, J.R. Ward, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Karen Robards, and Johanna Lindsey. She lives in Southwest Florida with two very spoiled dogs. Follow Tricia on Twitter and Instagram @tricialeedom

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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Book Blast for Team Russian by Ally Adams



Team Russian
by Ally Adams

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GENRE: Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:


He’s tall, dark, handsome and athletic and just that little bit mysterious. Star of the Saint’s team, The Russian has had a high profile relationship with a Hollywood director’s daughter for years and now that it is over, he just wants to focus on his sporting career. Due to injury, Carla Brooker’s professional sporting career as a basketballer with the Suns is about to come to an end, but not before she needs a date for her team's gala ball night. When these two sporting hotshots meet, they are more than a good fit, they are made for each other … if they can just file away their history and find a way to be together.



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Excerpt One:


I’m due to record a quick interview in the Club Room with a player nicknamed Buzz – a Defender just back from injury and playing for the hottest sports team known to man, well woman – the Saints. Room Three; I check the number, wander in and holy-naked-guys-getting-rub-downs … it appears I’m one of the few with clothes on.

Half a dozen faces turn and smile at me; I see a flash of glowing tight, tanned butts, muscly legs, toned arms, even a groin or two that was just ‘out there’.

Ah, sorry wrong room,” I say, as I stumble backward, trying not to look anywhere but out the door.

Are you looking for the coach?” a voice from the corner booms.

I put my hands over my eyes, web my fingers a little which sets them off laughing again and look towards the voice. It was The Russian.

No, I’m after Buzz, he said to meet at this time in Room Three.” My face was burning red, but I think other parts of my body were enjoying it.

I could see several of the physios shaking their head, smiling, and the youngest answered.

It’s his party trick. He thinks it’s funny. Don’t worry, you’re not the first journo to fall victim.”

I’ll give him funny when I see him,” I muttered.

Room eight, Carla,” the deep baritone voice said again. The Russian. He knew my name.

Thank you,” I said, spinning on my heels to leave before I was magnetically drawn to that tall, dark, and gorgeous hunk of a man in the corner. Mm, The Russian.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

ALLY ADAMS is a journalist who lives in coastal Victoria, Australia with her husband and furry friends.

She is a literature major, avid romance reader and writer. Ally freelances for two lifestyle magazines and has just completed her fourth Saints Team novel. She is now looking towards a whole new series!

Ally’s books:

Team Lucas
Team Tomas
Team Niklas
Team Russian

Connect with Ally at:




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Reviewers for Ally’s Saint’s books:

Team Lucas should come with a warning: once you start you won’t be able to put this Saints team novel down until the very end,” Jaymy M

It was hot, sexy and passionate. I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with this novel so much but I did and I love the author even more for doing just that!” Christine, Goodreads

This is one of the best sports romances I ever read. I have re-read it now a couple of times and each time I fall in love with it a bit more.” Claudia, Goodreads

So much fun to read. Really, the sometimes funny and witty dialogues between the leads were just amazing. I would have to quote half the book here just to try to give you my favorite examples.” Jeri T. Ryan

This is a hot, steamy read filled with passion from beginning to end … a great read for readers who love hot guys and hot stories…and women who have a head on their shoulders.” Tonja Drecker

Ms. Ally had me sold and hostage from the very first page.You need to read the story!” Darlene, Goodreads


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION


Ally will be awarding a mobi or ePub copy of Team Russian to 5 randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.




NBtM Tour: Regenerate by Sarita Leone




Regenerate
by Sarita Leone


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GENRE: Paranormal Romantic Suspense


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BLURB:


The Octopus isn't an urban myth—and its agents are anything but ordinary. The intelligence bureau is so well-hidden most doubt its existence. A handful know its location. And fewer walk the halls in the subterranean compound.


Benjamin Sinclair didn't ask to be a scientific miracle but every mission has its risks and one perfectly-placed bullet ended his life—for a brief moment in time.


Nicole Anima battles demons every day. Life as a paranormal resources operative gives her tortured mind a rest—and keeps her from contemplating her own death.


When Anima and Sinclair partner on a globe-trotting race to eliminate the threat about to cripple humanity, all hell breaks loose. Leaping from planes, crashing into continents, dealing with voodoo priestesses, and running through jungles with zombies hot on their trail doesn't leave much time for romance, but this duo somehow manages to sizzle.


Two agents. Telepathic mind paired with regenerated commando. One world—and a mission to save it.


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EXCERPT TWO:


Nicole ripped the iPod off her bra strap and tossed it, ear buds trailing like streamers from a small black kite, toward the sand beyond the boardwalk.  


An ordinary man never would have heard the music playing. He never would have been able to hear the beating of her heart, either. But Ben Sinclair was no ordinary man. He heard both, and now that she remembered the important details of his life she wouldn’t forget them again.


“I can still hear old Mick jiving.”


The near-whisper sent a fresh wave of revulsion along every nerve ending.


“I can hear him. I can give you that satisfaction you need.”


“You don’t know what I need.” The words were hoarse. It was a miracle she could speak at all, given the tightness of her throat. “You have no idea.”


“Give me a chance to show you what I know. I promise, you won’t be sorry.”


“I’m already sorry. I’m sorry you know my name. Sorry you have my number. Sorry you’re even on this planet. Sorry? It’s just the tip of how I feel when I remember you walk among humanity.”


Silence. For one long moment, she thought she might have conquered the spider.


Then, the truth.


“You didn’t always treat me like this. There was a time when—”


“That was before I knew what you are, before I had any idea evil hides under…” She couldn’t finish. Wouldn’t finish. There was no way in hell she was going to admit his looks ever turned her on.


Worse. That he had stolen her heart. And, still held it—despite her attempts at retrieval.


Damn treacherous heart.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Sarita Leone is an award-winning author who has written romance in many forms including Regency, paranormal, and contemporary. She loves happily-ever-afters in any setting!


When she’s not writing, Ms. Leone spends her time hiking, learning languages, and traveling. She loves adventure and can pack a suitcase, grab her passport, and hit the road in less time than it takes to peel an apple!







Interview with Sarita Leone
Where do you get inspiration for your stories? Where do I get inspiration for my stories? Honestly, I find inspiration in so many places and each bit prods the author’s imagination into overdrive. A snippet of conversation in an airport, a breathtaking sunrise, or some dusty, old brooch in an antique shop all inspire me. History, people, the endless “what if”s that are an author’s best friends all get my mind working. My latest book, REGENERATE, is inspired by stem cell research and the life-saving applications it makes possible.
How did you do research for your book? There was a great deal of research that went into writing REGENERATE. Personal experience gave me insight into stem cell study and transplant. One of the agents, Benjamin Sinclair, who works for the super-covert government agency, The Octopus, has been regenerated. That is, using stem cells he has been brought back from the dead, making him the world’s first invincible, immortal superagent. So that knowledge was the impetus for this story.
Given the fact that Sinclair and his partner, a beautiful, if somewhat tortured psychic named Nicole Anima, are assigned to thwart an effort to tumble the global economy and continent hop at a dizzying speed, a lot of my research included geographical and cultural topics. I was able to send them to a few places I’ve visited so I drew on my own knowledge to write about Paris and the French countryside but writing this book allowed me to vicariously visit Africa, Belgium, Venezuela, and a few other intriguing spots!
Also, because they are agents for the government, I did some checking on tactical and weaponry issues. Fortunately, I’ve got three ex-Marines in my life and each was eager to help.
Do you have another profession besides writing? I consider myself very lucky because I always dreamed of being a full-time author and that’s exactly how it’s turned out. I love my job, love sitting at my desk each morning and opening the current work in progress file. It’s a blessing, to do a job that makes your heart so happy!
If you could go back in time, where would you go? If I could go back in time, where would I go? Wow, that’s a tough question! Choose only one time and place? That’s like setting me loose in a bakery and saying I can only taste one cookie! Well, I think I’d go back to ancient Egypt. Those pyramids…I’d love to see for myself just how they were constructed. And while I was there, I’d have to take a ride down the Nile…
What is your next project? My next project is FALLEN, the first book in a series about fallen angels who return to earth to save mortals from losing their souls. This first book takes place in Paris—or, more precisely, in the catacombs beneath the city and features a sexy angel named Jacques. He’s fallen for a mortal woman, something that’s never happened before, so his assignment leaves him with some very difficult decisions. I like pushing characters to their limits, giving them challenges that force them to grow, and I’m not sparing Jacques or the Parisian woman, Sabine, from some angst. It releases in time for summer reading.  
Additionally, the sequel to REGENERATE is in the works. This book is, like the first, a labor of love. Anima and Sinclair are once again defying the odds and following The Octopus credo…One world—and a mission to save it! The second Octopus novel releases in December 2017.

Thank you so much for allowing me to visit with you today. It’s been so much fun!
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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Sarita will be awarding $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.






The Unlikeable Demon Hunter by Deborah Wilde










The Unlikeable Demon Hunter
Nava Katz
Book One
Deborah Wilde

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Te Da Media

Date of Publication: April 18, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-9920709-8-4
ISBN: 978-0-9920709-9-1
ASIN: B01MR8GI6B

Number of pages: 420
Word Count: 87,400

Cover Artist: Damonza

Book Description:

Bridesmaids meets Buffy with a dash of the seven deadly sins.

The age-old story of what happens when a foul-mouthed, romance impaired heroine with no edit button and a predilection for hot sex is faced with her worst nightmare–a purpose

Ari Katz is intelligent, driven, and will make an excellent demon hunter once initiated into the Brotherhood of David. However, this book is about his twin Nava: a smart-ass, self-cultivated hot mess, who is thrilled her brother is stuck with all the chosen one crap.

When Nava half-drunkenly interrupts Ari’s induction ceremony, she expects to be chastised. What she doesn’t expect is to take her brother’s place among the–until now–all-male demon hunters. Even worse? Her infuriating leader is former rock star Rohan Mitra.

Too bad Rohan’s exactly what Nava’s always wanted: the perfect bad boy fling with no strings attached, because he may also be the one to bring down her carefully erected emotional shields. That’s as dangerous as all the evil fiends vying for the bragging rights of killing the only female ever chosen for Demon Club.

Odds of survival: eh.

Odds of having a very good time with Rohan before she bites it: much better.


Excerpt:

Mornings after
sucked.
Walks of shame
were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed shimmying back into the
same trollop togs twice. I picked glitter out of my hair, then straightened my
sequined top. I was officially decommissioning it. Multiple washings never
quite managed to remove the lingering aura of bad decisions I made while
wearing party clothes. My philosophy? Cross my fingers and hope for the most
bang for the bucks spent later on new outfits.
The surly cabbie
evil-eyed me to hurry up.
I complied,
rooting around in my clutch for some crumpled bills before handing them over
and stumbling out of the taxi onto the sidewalk.
Fresh air was a
godsend after the stale bitter coffee smell I’d been trapped with during the
ride. I pressed a finger to my temple, a persistent dull throb stabbing me
behind my eyeballs. My residual feel good haze clashed big-time with the
glaring sun screaming at me to wake up, and the buzz of a neighbor’s lawnmower
cutting through the Sunday morning quiet didn’t help matters. Best get inside.
Smoothing out my
mini skirt, I readied myself for my tame-my-happy-slut-self-to-boring-PG-rating
body check when a wave of dizziness crashed through me. Whoa. I brought my gaze
back to horizon level, swallowing hard. That sea-sickness technique was doing
dick-all so I rummaged in my bag for my ginger chews.
No puking in the
bushes, I chided myself, letting the spicy smooth and sweet candy fight my
nausea. My mother would toss my bubble ass out if I defiled her precious
rhodos.
Again.
The rise and
fall of my chest as I took a few deep breaths spotlit a slight problem. My
spangly blouse was missing two buttons. And I was missing a bra. Hook-up Dude
had been worth the loss of a pair of socks, maybe a bargain bin thong. But the
latest in purple push-up technology? No. I allowed myself a second to mourn. It
had been a good and loyal bra.
The sex, on the
other hand? Total crap. The girls, who were normally perky C cups, seemed a bit
subdued. I couldn’t blame them. What’s-his-name had started out with all the
promise of a wild stallion gallop, but he’d ended up more of a gentle trot. I
didn’t know if the fault lay with the jockey or the ride, but it had been a
long time since I’d seen a finish line.
Since I couldn’t
keep examining my tits on the front walk with Mrs. Jepson side-eyeing me from
behind her living room curtains, I thrust my chin up and clacked a staccato
rhythm toward my front door on those mini torture chambers that had seemed such
a good idea yesterday.
Every step made
our precisely manicured lawn undulate. I clamped my lips shut, willing the
ginger chews to kick in while fumbling my key into the lock. Dad had screwed up
the measurements on our striking cedar and stained glass front door and, being
a touch too big for the frame, it needed to be shouldered open.
I crashed into
the door like a linebacker. Once I’d extricated myself and my keys from the
lock, I brushed myself off, and stepped inside. Our house itself was
comfortably upper middle class but not huge, since my parents preferred to
spend money on trips and books instead of the overpriced real estate found in
here in Vancouver. A quick glance to my left showed that the TV room was empty.
I crossed my fingers that Mom and Dad were out at their squash game, my main
reason for picking this specific time to sneak back in.
Really, a
twenty-year-old shouldn’t have had to sneak. But then again, a twenty-year-old
probably should have kept her last menial job for longer than two weeks, so I
wasn’t in a position to argue rights.
I kicked off my
shoes, sighing in delight at the feel of cool tile under my bare feet as I
padded through the house to our homey kitchen. No one was in there either.
Someone, probably Mom, had tacked the envelope with my final–and only–pay stub
from the call center that I’d left lying around onto our small “miscellaneous”
cork board. The gleaming quartz counters were now free of their usual clutter
of papers, books, and latest gourmet food find. That meant company. Come to
think of it, I did hear someone in the living room.
A study in
tasteful shades of white, the large formal room was off-limits unless we had
special guests. Mom had set that rule when my twin brother Ari and I were
little tornados running around the place and while there was no longer a baby
gate baring our way, conditioning and several memorable scoldings kept us out.
Hmmm. Could Ari
be entertaining an actual human boy? Le gasp.
I beelined for
the back of the house, past the row of identically framed family photos hanging
in a neat grid, my head cocked. Listening for more voices, but all was quiet.
Maybe I’d been wrong? I hoped not. Both finding my brother with a
crush–blackmail dirt–and helping myself to the liquor cabinet were positive
prospects. What better way to lose that hangover headache than get drunk again?
Oh, the joys of being Canadian with socialized health care and legal drinking
age of nineteen. After a year (officially) honing that skill, I imbibed at an
Olympic level.
The red wine on
the modular coffee table gleamed in a shaft of sunlight like its position had
been ordained by the gods. I snatched up the crystal decanter, sloshing the
liquid into the glass conveniently placed next to it. Once in a while, a girl
could actually catch a break.
I fanned myself
with one hand. The myriad of lit candles seemed a bit much for Ari’s romantic
encounter, but wine drinking trumped curiosity so I chugged the booze back. My
entire body cheered as the cloyingly-sweet alcohol hit my system, though I
hoped it wasn’t Manischewitz because hangovers on that were a bitch. I’d
slugged back half the contents when I saw my mom on the far side of the room
clutch her throat, eyes wide with horror. Not her usual, “you need an intervention”
horror. No, her expression indicated I’d reached a whole new level of fuck-up.
“Nava Liron
Katz,” she gasped in full name outrage.
My cheeks still
bulging with wine, I properly scoped out the room. Mom? Check. Dad? Check. Ari?
Check? Rabbi Abrams, here to perform the ceremony to induct my brother as the
latest member in the Brotherhood of David, the chosen demon hunters?
Check.
I spit the wine
back into what I now realized was a silver chalice and handed it to the elderly
bearded rabbi. “Carry on,” I told him. Then I threw up on his shoes.

My Review:
The book is about Nava Kats. Ari is Nava's twin brother. At birth it was decided he would grow up to be a chosen one and fight demons. Ari has trained all of his life to be a Demon hunter with a secret order. On the day of his special ceremony where he inducted not the Brotherhood and is supposed to receive his special power the God's or Goddess's have other plans. Instead of Ari receiving powers Nava gets one. 

The brotherhood are all male. Now Nava is the first female. She is also untrained. She is met with a lot of reluctance because of being a girl. She is also a real smart alec. Can she be trained and gain the approval of the Brotherhood or will be she killed?

Not a bad book. A little over descriptive in parts. And sometimes repeated non important things multiple times on different pages. This book would be fun for older teens early 20's. I say older because of language and sexual situations and comments. A 13 year old in my recommendation should not read this book. I honestly did not like Nava. She has a real attitude problem. Even on simple things instead of giving a straight answer she pops off with a load of crap. At times I would of liked to slapped her in the mouth. Everything seems to be fun and games to her, but then again the book wouldn't be called the "Unlikeable" Demon Hunter. To me Deborah White done her job there. 


About the Author:

A global wanderer, hopeless romantic, and total cynic with a broken edit button, Deborah writes adult urban fantasy to satisfy her love of smexy romances and tales of chicks who kick ass. She is all about the happily-ever-after, with a huge dose of hilarity along the way. “It takes a bad girl to fight evil. Go Wilde.”





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Her Black Soul by A.J. Norris






Her Black Soul
The Dark Amulet Series
Book Three
A.J. Norris

Genre: PNR

Publisher: Limitless Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: April 11, 2017

Cover Artist: Deranged Doctor Design

Tagline: Sometimes the fight for your soul is a battle you can’t win.

Book Description:

Netherworld…

Humans call it Hell. She calls it home…

Evita the Warrior has no memory of the life she led as an angel before her fall. The only place she knows is the fiery world full of goat-demons and animal-headed beasts. Despite many opportunities to flee, she chooses to remain. 

Virgil the Redeemer lost his mate centuries ago and has given up all hope of finding her…

Accepting that Evita will never return to him, Virgil eases his loneliness in the arms of different females, refusing to get attached, though his selfish ways leave a trail of heartbroken and angry lovers in his wake. During a night of drinking, Virgil hooks up with a demon in disguise and is captured by the Demon Ruler, Abaddon, and taken to Netherworld.

Trapped in Netherworld, Virgil faces an eternity of unendurable torment…

But it’s there Virgil finds his lost love. Overcome by joy at the reunion, he convinces her to leave Netherworld…only to discover the true reason Abaddon lured him to his realm.

Evita has a secret buried in her forgotten past…a secret the Demon Ruler could use to lay waste to the Earth…

Abaddon knows Evita hid an amulet on Earth before she fell—and he wants it back. To thwart him, Evita must recapture her memories of her life before her fall, and remember where she hid the amulet.

Can she unlock her past and beat the enemy to the prize in time to save the Earthly Realm from falling prey to Abaddon’s deadly plans?

Author Reading First Chapter: https://youtu.be/JJkkg4gqGkg




Excerpt:

Evie was more
beautiful than he remembered. They sat crouched together on the ground. A
smudge of dirt was streaked across her jawline and chin. Light from a torch far
above their heads shone down. Her eyelashes cast shadows on her high
cheekbones. Her black horns hadn’t diminished her looks. Partly because he
loved her and nothing could interfere with that, and also he knew they were
actually once golden wings. Even in the dimly lit cavern, he saw her blush. She
was a fierce Warrior class angel in combat, but somewhat demure. His mate
concealed the protrusions with her hands.
He tried his
best to smile. “Do not worry about those.”
“Ohhhh,” the
Damned soul garbled. Virgil helped Evie up and shielded her with his big body.
The soul inched his way toward the cavern’s entrance on his stomach with his
head facing up, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.
“Let’s get out
of here,” Virgil said, taking her hand. The cool metal cuff reminded him they
wouldn’t be getting far. Pools of molten rock lay on either side of the path
leading to the Void cavern. Leaving her side, he searched around for something
to chip the stone wall surrounding the anchors to free her chains.
On the far wall,
near the people chained for punishment, Virgil spotted a pointed iron rod.
Trying to break Aba’s chains was useless, but the walls weren’t under the
Ruler’s control. Virgil focused on the metal staff as he approached. The
chained Damned didn’t look as disgusting at a distance, although up close…oh
Deus. Intestines spilled out onto the floor, eyeballs hung from sockets, and
one was missing its lower jaw. Strike that. Not missing. On the ground in a
pool of bodily fluids...
Virgil covered
his mouth until he realized his own hand was coated in feces and coughed in
disgust. “Yuk.” He dreamed of a hot shower. Many hot showers. He grabbed the
rod and ran back to Evie and started chipping away at the wall.
“What are you
doing?” she questioned.
“Getting
us…out…of here,” he said between jabs. Stone chunks flew.
“But I don’t
want to go anywhere.”
His heart
constricted and died a little bit, except he didn’t stop chipping away. He
switched to the other side of the anchor. Pebbles and dust landed on the
ground.
“Stop…please,”
she begged.
“No. You’re
coming with me.”
“But I told you
I don’t want to.”
 The last bit of wall gave way and the anchor
clanked to the ground. They stared at each other for a moment. “You wanted me
to tell you how I knew your name, did you not?”
“Yeah, but—”
“That is the
deal.”
Evie narrowed
her eyes. “That wasn’t our deal.”
He splayed his
hands and shrugged. “It is now.”
“You can’t
change the rules.”
“Are you going
to come willingly or do I have to carry you out of here? Your choice, but I’m
warning you, I’m not leaving without you.”





About the Author:

A.J. Norris is a romantic suspense and dark paranormal romance author. She enjoys being able to get inside someone else's head, even a fictional one, and see what they see. Watching how her characters deal with difficult situations or squirm with the uncomfortable ones makes the hard work of writing all worth it. However, writing and reading weren’t always in her foremost thoughts. In fact, her love affair with writing came as a shock to everyone she knows, including herself. At a young age, she rarely opened a book, unless forced to read something for school. But that’s all behind her now. She wrote her first book several years ago, which turned out to be a surprisingly cathartic process, and she hasn’t been able to stop writing since.

A.J. loves going to the movies, watching her son play baseball, and communing with other writers. She’s a member of two writer’s groups and RWA. She lives in southeastern Michigan with her family, who are extremely tolerant (at least most of the time) of all her late nights behind the computer.

Along with contributing to Magical Pages Book Blog & Reviews, she’s currently working on book two of her Tattoo Crimes Series.

Her romantic suspense novel, Tattoo Killer (Book 1 of the Tattoo Crimes series), was published by Limitless, LLC in October 2016. Her Black Wings, book one of The Dark Amulet Series, a paranormal romance, released in July 2016 and book two, Her Black Heart released August 23, 2016. The third book in her Dark Amulet series, Her Black Soul, comes out April 11, 2017.