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“You can see me,” the girl whispered eerily.
Jade nodded slowly, stunned. There was a black shadow that outlined the woman’s profile as if the light was afraid to touch her.
“You can really see me.” The words trailed off as though being snatched away by the wind.
“Yes,” Jade whispered.
“Then you are the chosen one.”
The woman touched Jade and the temperature lowered by thirty degrees. Jade sneezed and the woman let her go.
“You didn’t die,” the woman said.
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Thursday, November 19, 2020
The Reaper Collection by Jade Royal
Savage Beginnings by J.L. Beck & C. Hallman blitz
Savage Beginnings
C. Hallman & J.L. Beck
(The Moretti Crime Family, #1)
Publication date: July 31st 2020
Genres: Adult, Dark Romance, Romance
It started with a single look… my obsession, my desire, and need to possess the sweet, and incredibly naive Elena Romero.
Dark raven hair, and piercing green eyes. She would make a beautiful bride.
Ten-millions dollars and a forced signature later and she was mine.
Like a thief I came in the dead of night and stole her away from her protected castle and placed her in a gilded cage made of gold.
The deal had been settled.
She would become my wife.
She would bear my children.
She would bend to my will.But most importantly she would help me destroy the man she loved most. The man who took everything from me: her father.
*This is a dark mafia romance that contains mature themes, graphic violence, and sexual content. This is a complete standalone that ends with a happily ever after. 100,000+ words long. There is NO cheating either.**
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EXCERPT:
Every word she speaks resonates through me. I don’t want to be like her father. I don’t want to lock her in a cage, but I have to. I can’t risk her leaving or someone getting to her. She’s reached a part of me no one ever has and as terrifying as that is, I can’t let her go. I won’t. I’ll kill, destroy, and hold her against her will if need be.
She is mine until death.
“Sleep, I will keep the nightmares away,” I whisper into her hair, my lips grazing her forehead.
“Will you ever let me go?”
“Untie you from the bed, yes. Leave me? Never. If you ever get away from me, I’ll hunt you down, find you and drag you back here. The day you signed your name on that contract is the day you became mine. I will never let you escape me. Never let you go.”
Silence settles over us, and even though she doesn’t say anything, I know she’s still awake. I ignore that fact and hold her until we both fall asleep, wondering if things have to change so much, or if I can keep her like this forever.
Author Bio:
J.L. Beck is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR, she has written over fifty different romance novels. She started her journey of writing back in 2014 and hasn't slowed down a second since then.
She's captivated by real romance, and loves reading about strong "ALPHA" males, as well as sassy heroines that know or may not know what they want. She is best known for delivering a happily ever after but has ended things on a cliffhanger a time or two.
When she's not typing away at her next book you can find her being a mom to her two adorable kiddos and wife to her high school sweetheart.
She's obsessed with Starbucks, social media, and is definitely more of a dog person than cat.
Author links:
Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / InstagramBorn and raised in Germany, Cassandra moved to the United States when she was eighteen. She always had a love for reading, that love slowly transpired into writing. She put fingers to the keyboard and started writing about the dark side of romance.
Cassandra is one half of the international bestselling author duo Beck & Hallman, who are most knows for the writing the Northwood University series.
The pair also write under the pen name Jenna Reed.Author links:
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Masters' Escape by Jamie Schulz
Masters’ Escape
Jamie Schulz
(The Angel Eyes #2)
Publication date: December 2020
Genres: Adult, Dystopian, Romance
A night of red-hot passion.
A morning of soul-crushing rejection.Bret Masters is ready to run. Living as a slave was humiliating enough. But to have his Mistress take him to her bed only to callously dismiss him at sunrise is too much for his wounded heart to bear. Somehow, he must escape her tender trap. Success meant freedom. Failure, a gruesome death. When guard patrols ruin his schemes, Masters is cruelly dragged back to the woman who enslaved him. Her reaction to his deceit, however, is far more damaging to his injured pride than the abuse of the guards. He accepts his assigned penalty as reasonable until unexpected developments force Bret to become his Mistress’ personal servant as well. He wants to deny his feelings for Angel, but can he? Will he be able to resist the overwhelming desire to hold her in his arms again? Or will he plow deeper into the painful abyss loving her might unearth?
Angel Aldridge cannot escape the haunting mistakes of her past. And, now, she’s doomed to repeat them. Bret is every bit the fantasy she dreamed of, but she cannot love him. She made a vow never to fall again. She made another to protect the people she brought to her ranch. If she allows herself to care for Masters, she could fail at both. As her autumn despondency drives her deeper into mental and emotional darkness, she is determined to keep her promises. But her heart has other ideas. When danger appears on her doorstep, will she be able to protect Bret from the enemies she fears? Or will a mysterious illness finally crack their protective walls and allow the seeds of love to find purchase in their damaged hearts…
*Masters’ Escape is the second book in an HEA sextology series. Angel and Bret’s story continues from book to book with the conclusion in the final installment.
Author Bio:
Jamie Schulz lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her family, her husband, and their fur babies. Writing has always been a big a part of her life, and she hopes to one day reach the best sellers lists.
Cowboys, ice cream, and reading almost any kind of romance are among her (not so) secret loves. To her, every one of her stories, no matter how dark, must have a happy ending, and she strives to make them impossible to put down until you get there.
She balances her free time between reading her favorite romance authors--in genres ranging from erotica and dark romance to sweet historicals and contemporary romance--and spending time with her family.
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
Heresy by C.A. Campbell
Dark Fae: Extinction by Quinn Blackbird
Grace by Contract by Author Rachel Rossano


Grace
The pair of us ascended the stairs once again, this time with a black-and-white shadow in tow. The puppy’s nails clicked on the steps, and his tail beat at my skirts as he scampered ahead.
“He is going to need a name,” Silas observed.
“You don’t approve of Whip?” I asked.
“I believe in naming things what you hope them to be: stalwart, faithful, brave.” He glanced over his shoulder as he leaned on his cane at the top of the stair. “What do you hope him to be?”
“Valuable and steady.”
“Valiant?”
“Yes.”
“Then let us call him that.” He turned to the dog, who had sprawled untidily next to him on the top step, tongue lolling. “What do you think, Val?”
The dog lifted his head to regard his new master and sniffed the air.
As Silas worked his way past him and on down the corridor, Valiant leapt to his feet and eagerly caught up, almost tripping Silas in his efforts to stay close.
“That’ll do,” Silas ordered the dog, using one of the commands he had been trying to teach the newly recruited shepherds.
Although he had a moment of apparent confusion, the dog responded by calming and giving Silas space to walk. Silas paused, watching the dog as he settled his hindquarters on the floor. “He has been trained. Perhaps his skill is just not proven.”
“Or just young and exuberant,” I pointed out as I approached them.
The dog lifted his head and watched my movements with bright, intelligent eyes.
“Perhaps.”
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The House of the Wolf by Alison Baird
Excerpt:
It was the
wolves that woke her.
At some
indeterminate point between sleep and waking she became conscious of a
sound. It insinuated itself subtly and
delicately first into her ears, and then her mind, becoming part of her dreams:
a sound she had never heard before, composed of multiple high-pitched
cries. She visualized these in her head
as intertwining silver threads, weaving in and out of the darkness as if it
were a backing of black velvet: each strand clear and shimmering and pure. They reminded her of birdsong or
whale-music. But birds and whales are
solitary singers: this was a whole chorus of ethereal voices raised, not in
perfect harmony, but in a kind of counterpoint.
One voice would begin, soft and low, rising to a thin quaver; then the
rest would join in. Trying drowsily to
analyze what she was hearing, Chantal moved at last from fragmented
semi-consciousness into full waking awareness.
Wolves – it’s a
wolf pack!
She had never
heard wolves howl in the wild, only in movies where the sound effect used was a
single long wail like a lonely dog’s. Never
had she imagined anything like this. The
sound was beautiful, but also unearthly.
She had heard of things that could make one’s hair stand on end; as she
listened, she swore she could actually feel the fine hairs on her arms and the
nape of her neck pricking up. It must be
her imagination though, for the odd sensation extended even to where she had no
hair, on her cheeks and the backs of her hands and along her spine. She alternately shivered as though cold, and
then flushed as if with a fever. Opening
her eyes, she saw the moon at the window: full, round, tinged with gold; a
“hunter’s moon”.
Springing out of
bed, she went to the window and opened it, letting in the chill night air. She breathed it in, in deep hungry
gulps. But she still felt sweaty and
flushed. She tore off her pants and tee
shirt and tossed them aside. Now the
night breeze blew upon her entire body, and her hot prickling skin responded to
its icy caress as if to a physical touch.
A brief giddiness made her reel and clutch at the windowsill for
support. Chantal looked down at her
hands resting on the sill.
But they were no
longer hands.
They had become
two grey-brown furred limbs ended in broad, clawed pads. It was the fur that
made her feel so hot, she realized. Her
tongue lolled, panting, from her mouth, its soft length spilling over teeth and
jaws that now had a different shape…
With
understanding came not fear, but relief and joy. She was not feverish after all, nor was she
in any kind of danger. This was obviously
just a dream. She would wake from it
soon, as she did from every dream, and then everything would be all right. But now the wolf-voices called again, and the
dream-body she wore yearned for the freedom of the outdoors, for the cool
scent-laden air and the exhilaration of running through the forest. She glimpsed indistinct, shadowy shapes
flitting through the blackness under the trees, and eyes like glimmering stars
turned towards her in invitation.
In one light
easy motion, Chantal sprang out of the window and into the night.