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RELEASE DAY! ~ Taming the Alien Prince by Rie Warren

Title: Taming the Alien Prince
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018 

 

Area 51 . . . the new hook-up spot for aliens and humans. Who knew?

One might describe Zaneeviex as cocky, with good reason. He’s been doubly blessed, and his extra endowments haven’t gone to waste on his own planet. But the Zenithian Prince is ready to mate for life. Where does he locate his perfect breeder? Area 51, natch. 

Astrid’s no stranger to Believers—crazy folk who dedicate their lives to making contact. As a NASA astrobiologist, she’s studied the possibility of extraterrestrial life forms, though really, she just wants to make contact with a man who melts her panties right off. 

Imagine her surprise when she discovers A. Aliens are real, and B. Zane, a Zenithian Prince, doesn’t just melt her panties, he absolutely incinerates her body into a pile of do-me-goo. 

Two dicks—and two hearts—really are better than one. Until the ongoing peril facing humans on Zenithia threatens to tear Zane and Astrid apart.
“You were jealous, Prairie.” X’s voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever seen. 

“What?” I huffed. “Not.”

Smug sexy alien stud. 

A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth. 

Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock. 

He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them. 

He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one. 

My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest. 

Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me. 

Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him. 

“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me. 

My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands. 

“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”

“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip. 

Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding. 

His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring. 

I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size. 

As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest. 

“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”

“Then tonight I will stretch you.”

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series. 
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. 
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency

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COVER REVEAL ~ Never After by Billie Dale

Title: Never After (A Fairytale Fantasy)
Author: Billie Dale
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Fantasy Fairytale Novella
Release Date: April 6, 2018
When I walked down the aisle all those years ago, I thought I was about to begin a fairytale romance…

Boy, was I ever wrong.

Now my would-be Prince Charming is doing a stint behind bars, and my two kids and I have been dropped on our butts at the one place I never wanted to see again – the home of my witchy, bitchy, poisoned-apple-giving Wicked Stepmother.
I’ve got to get my kids and I out of there, before she goes back to her old tricks. But it’ll take more than the money I make as cleaning lady to the seven messiest brothers in history…
But then Elsabeth Delle bursts into my life like a winter storm – with an idea that might get both of us damsels out of our distress.
It starts with a bed, a webcam, and the promise of safe, sanitized anonymous cyber-sex with whichever Internet strangers are willing offer up their golden coins.
What could go wrong?
As it turns out, it’s not a what. It’s a who.
Royal Princeps.
He seems almost too good to be true – all radiant green eyes, perfect scruff and a body that’s just made for sin. Even better, it doesn’t take a magic mirror to tell me he thinks I’m the Fairest of Them All.
I’ve got to figure out if this handsome hunk is my Knight in Shining Armor, or the Big Bad Wolf in sheep’s clothing; ready to eat me all up (and not in the good way.)
Or, as I’m starting to suspect, maybe he’s a bit of both
Never After is a Snow White-inspired, curse-word infused bedtime story for adults only – exploring what happens when your fairytale “happy ending” is actually just the beginning…

A stay at home mother of four who loves to read, blog, and write. Billie Dale is from a small blip of a town in no where Indiana. When she doesn’t have her nose buried in a book or glued to a keyboard she can be found cuddled up with her amazing husband of 14 years, loving on her sweet, sweet grandbaby or cheering for her kids sports.

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PRE-ORDER NOW!! ~ The Dark Professor by Candy Crum & Amanda R. Browning

Title: The Dark Professor
Series: The Therian Chronicles #1
Author: Candy Crum & Amanda R. Browning
Genre: UF Romance
Release Date: March 16, 2018

 

He was told that war would find him… Now, it has.

 

Decades ago, Luca fled Russia and the Therian Court by order of the queen–his mother. In an attempt to save his life, not only from the price on his head delivered by the vampire queen, but also to keep his own father from destroying him, the queen has forced Luca to the other side of the world. There, the dragon guardians (called Watchers) are low, and the vampire armies are small.
Now, over sixty years later, Luca has built a life for himself, but he stays private as a way to ensure he is never found.
Unfortunately for him, his fate was sealed the moment he met a particular human.
Now, the war has found him, and his life is not the only one he must save…

 





Candy Crum is a multi-genre author whose work ranges from YA to more adult titles. She is the author of the Eternal Series and all the books in the ESU (Eternal Series Universe) – including The Eternal Series, Time of Death Series, and the Memoirs of an Egyptian Goddess Series. 


Candy lives with her two children and very chubby black cat, Korra. If you’d like to check Candy out further, please go to her website – candycrumbooks.com. There you’ll find links, news, and even more fun stuff.




Amanda R. Browning lives in southern Indiana with her husband and three children. She has been an avid fan of all things paranormal her entire life. After being a dedicated reader since childhood, she started writing when she ran out of books to read and her brother challenged her with, “So write something.”


Amanda does intense research for everything she writes, hoping to lend a sense of reality to the worlds she crafts from imagination. She is a big fan of history and tries to find a piece of real history to explain with the paranormal. She writes all types of paranormal fiction, from horror to romance to erotica.

Amanda is the author of The Immortal Choice Series, and is currently writing the sequel to Birth of the Nyxian, as well as several short stories. When she isn’t glued to the computer writing, she can be found with her children exploring the woods near her house for the hidden fairy portal, or playing zombie tag.





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Review ~ WishCraft by Savannah Kade

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~~ Sexy, emotional, often funny, always messy, true love romance ~~

Delilah has spent the past year doing what she does best: casting simple spells and trying to get over a heartbreaking betrayal. In doing so, she’s become a not-so-good witch. Picking up men and making them forget her is easier than getting involved.

Brandon can’t remember anything after he left the bar. He has only a foggy memory of a blond and a craving for pumpkin muffins. When he finally figures out what happened that night, he realizes he has to find the woman and break the spell on him. He’s after Delilah, even if he doesn’t know quite what for.

But Delilah isn’t fast enough, and Brandon knows he’s been had. Still, two can play that game! Can he play it without losing his heart?

Meet the Goodmans, a family of modern-day witches in Los Angeles. Follow them from Hollywood Boulevard to the beach, from heartbreak to true love. This series has real emotion, hard won happy endings, and smoking hot romance.

WishCraft is the story of Delilah and Brandon. She practices magic, but not in a point hats and brooms kind of way. Just in a way that allows her to have a little bit of fun between the sheets with a handsome stranger…and have him remember nothing of it the next day. Until she meets Brandon, a good guy, a handsome guy. A guy on whom her little spells doesn’t seem to work. He can’t remember everything, but he also can’t forget some things and it all leaves him worried and intrigued. That is the beauty of Savannah Kade’s modern romance. It is a unique twist on the modern one night stand and the contemporary witch trope, but that’s also what makes it a fun read.

For me, the star of WishCraft is Brandon. He seems like a pretty straightforward guy who takes mostly reasonable steps to figure out what was wrong with him, and the addition of his friend Dan, added a much needed dose of humor. Brandon was a good guy, and he made a few missteps but his intentions were pure. Delilah though, was harder to like for me. She wiped people’s memories and was unrepentant about it, which made it difficult to understand her motives. The one flaw in this story was that the author, Savannah Kade, waited too long to reveal the WHY behind Delilah’s behavior. We get a tiny glimpse, which honestly didn’t make her all that sympathetic. And by the time we do get the big reveal, I found it hard to forgive her. Aside from that small thing, WishCraft was a fun story with a unqiue twist.

LIVE ~ Djinn Everlasting Series by Lisa Manifold

Title: Three Wishes and Forgotten Wishes 
Series: Djinn Everlasting Series
Author: Lisa Manifold
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Available Now Kindle Unlimited

To find out what might have been, she has to give up control over what will be.

After a long night of eating too much ice cream and lamenting her less than wise choices, Tibby Holloway wakes up to find a freelancing djinn sitting on her bed. He makes her the offer of a lifetime: three wishes – three chances to go back and change her life.

She can choose a different career, find the man she loved and lost – in short, she can go back and do everything right this time.

But there’s a catch.

Once she’s gone back three times, once she’s created three new—and hopefully better—realities, the djinn will decide where she ends up.

Maybe it would be better not to even know … but that’s a chance Tibby will have to take if she wants to have her three wishes.





A djinn can only do so much…

Dhameer is a freelancing djinn who seeks to grant wishes of the heart for people he encounters. When he comes across Xavier Reede, better known as bad boy rapper XTC, he is touched by the longing he hears in Xavier’s wish.

Dhameer pays Xavier a visit, pleased to help another person find their happiness. However, Xavier, living up to his reputation – all but throws Dhameer’s offer back in the djinn’s face. Despite Xavier’s terrible behavior, Dhameer decides to keep his word and grant the rapper his wish.

But there’s a catch.

Xavier won’t remember the wish, nor Dhameer’s offer to help.

Which wouldn’t be a catastrophe, except Dhameer has made it so Xavier can find exactly what he needs to quiet the longing in his heart. Trouble is, our bad boy rapper only sees what he wants to see. The success of this wish hinges on Xavier’s ability to get out of his own way.

Can Xavier do things differently this time so he can get his heart’s desire? Because money, fame, and success will only take him so far…









Three Wishes

After too much ice cream and probably too much Lifetime, I gave up and went to bed. I felt fat and weepy. Not a successful dispelling of whatever this was. Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind went back to my torturous game of what if. Tonight, for some unknown reason, I wandered into the dreaded I could have moments.

I fell asleep thinking about a couple of those, and about what would have happened had I taken the chance. I did my best to dispel my whiny thoughts from earlier, because I noticed when I went to bed in a bad mood, I had crappy dreams.

When I woke up, the sun was shining through the top of my window. I peered at the clock and saw that it was 6:37. Why hadn’t my alarm gone off? It was usually set for 6:30. I must not have set it last night. Oh well. I could afford to sleep in this morning. I began to snuggle back into sleep when something caught my eye. I looked again. There was a man, sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed, examining his fingernails. He looked…glittery, a mix of what looked like gold and silver.

“Who the fuck are you?” I screamed, clutching the blanket to my throat with one hand while reaching out for my phone on the night table with the other. It wasn’t there. Where the hell had I left it? I tried to look around the room without looking like I was looking around the room. Fuck.

“You can call me your fairy godmother, Toots,” he said cheerfully. Great. A serial killer who was chipper, cheerful, and possessed of a sense of humor. I had to find a way to get to my phone. I cursed myself for not keeping one by the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I heard you last night, and I’m here to help you.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I heard your dreams. Everyone in the state could. I didn’t realize just how loud dreams could sound until I ran across you. So I am here to put to rest your eternal pondering.”

“How are you going to do that?” This was creepy, and interesting, and creepy all at once. I figured I could get to the phone in a minute. He was obviously crazy. I was kind of afraid to move.

“I am a djinn.” He looked at me as though that explained it all.

I clutched my blanket higher around my neck and cast my eyes around for my phone.

He saw me do it, and sighed heavily. “You may know me as a genie.”

“Like Aladdin?” I couldn’t help asking, lowering the blanket a little.

He rolled his eyes like the bitchiest girl in high school. “Djinn. In the understood tradition of djinn, I am going to give you three wishes. You must know,” he held up an index finger, and I was caught watching it sparkle in the sun. “My wish granting is a little different though. There is no wishing for more wishes. Your wishes are going to have to be specific, and they are going to be what you would call a ‘do-over’.”

“I’m not trying to be dense here, but what do you mean?” My curiosity was getting the better of my fear. Everything in the room seemed more in focus, sharper. I knew I ought to be more afraid, but it didn’t seem to be happening that way.

He sighed, and rolled his eyes dramatically. Again. Whatever the hell he was, he did not lack in the dramatic flair department. “Humans. I liked you better when you were more savage in your wants as you were in your dreams. Far more willing to believe without question; able to just wish and get it over with. Okay. I’ll break it down for you, Tootsie Pop. You have been dreaming of turning points in your life. Those maddening little what ifs. What if you had made choice A instead of choice B? That sort of thing. I am going to grant you three do-overs. You get to choose three times in your life where you wish you had made a different decision, and go back and make the decision you didn’t make the first time around. I’ll let you see what happens. You and I will talk after you have done all three, and see what’s next. What do you say? Are you interested?” 

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but how do I know that you are not just crazy for glitter paint and breaking into houses?” I had decided that if he was crazy, it was better to humor him until I could find my damn phone. 

He rolled his eyes again, muttering what sounded like “humans” under his breath. He rose from the bed. When I say rose, he actually lifted off the bed. He didn’t seem to have feet. It looked a little misty from the knee area down. He raised a hand, and I saw it shimmer in the sun. He made a gesture that looked like he was throwing something, and suddenly there was a giraffe at the foot of my bed. 


Forgotten Wishes:

 


Something fell on my head, and I reached up to brush it off automatically. What the hell now?

I looked at my hand, and it had glitter all over it. Looking up, I saw…I don’t know what the fuck I saw. A cloud of glitter. It looked like a crazy craft fairy had exploded above me.

What the hell was all this doing in my apartment? If I called maintenance, maybe they’d still be around. Even though I owned the building, I kept a maintenance crew. I wasn’t up for dealing with all the things that went wrong in older buildings in New York. Was there a leak or something? This was the day for dealing with the bullshit, apparently. I reached for the phone when the glittering cloud landed in front of me.

“Are you quite over moping around and feeling sorry for yourself?”

I rubbed my eyes. Since when did glitter talk? I glanced at the glass of tea I’d been drinking. I hadn’t added anything to it.

“This is not a hallucination, and no, you are not drugged.”

All right. What. The. Fuck? 

The glitter cloud shifted around, and I found that a guy sat on the couch with me. And what a guy! He had no shirt on, which…oh hell. Did someone get ideas from our clubbing the other night? 

“Hey, pal, whatever it is, I’m not into it. Just leave now, and I won’t call the cops.”

The guy sighed. “You don’t need to call anyone. I’m here to help you.”

“Right, pal. That’s what all the nut jobs say.” I edged away, wondering where the fuck I kept something that could be used as a weapon. I hadn’t had a stalker since…since that weird chick – what was her name? Tommie? She thought she had a career in music, and I was just the guy to help her get there. I’d had to take out a restraining order on her. But she hadn’t been a problem in a couple of years. It’s why I lived in a building with security. No need for weapons. 

I wished I had one now.

The guy leaned back, and I hoped like hell his paint job wouldn’t rub off on my couch.

“I am here to help you, although you’re rather an ingrate,” He said.

“How the hell am I supposed to be grateful for the glitter fairy breaking into my place and messing it up?” I shot back. 

“I am not a fairy. I’m a djinn, and I’m here to give you something you want if you could get out of your own way, boy,” he said.

Right. A djinn. What the hell is that? “You’re a what? What’s your name, glitter boy?”

He rose from my couch, and when I say rose, I mean floating. Full on ghost liftoff. I didn’t often find myself speechless, but I couldn’t say a thing. My mouth tried, but the words wouldn’t come out.

For the first time, I felt fear. What the hell was going on? This went way beyond normal stalking crap. 

“Close your mouth, and open your ears and more importantly, your mind, Xavier,” the man said. “My name is Dhameer, and I am here, as I’ve said, to offer you help in attaining something you want. Not give, you’ll note. But help.” He crossed his arms and glared at me. 

I gauged the difference from where I sat to where he…floated…above my couch. Took a deep breath, and pushed off. Maybe I could…

I fell onto the couch with such force that I bounced off and landed at the other end. I looked up and saw Dhameer had risen higher up, and still glared at me.

“I know you’re not stupid,” he said. “But you’re intent on trying to show me otherwise.”

I rubbed my head. That fucking hurt. 

“You’re not going to be able to hurt me, Xavier. But we can play this game until you wear yourself out and are ready to listen to reason. Or I could just leave.”

I opened my mouth to tell him to get the fuck out when something Tibby said yesterday came back to me. 

We’d been standing together waiting for the limo. 

 

“If anything weird happens, while I’m gone…just go with it, okay?”

 


 

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked.

 


The Tibby I knew came back instantly. “It means that if something out of the ordinary happens, just go with it. Stop being an ass and take some well-meant advice for once in your life!”

I’m not a big believer in a lot of hocus pocus shit. It has no place in the real world, for me. But there was glitter boy hovering around my place, basically laughing at me while offering…something. I didn’t know what. And after Tib suggested going with anything weird that happened.

How could she have known?


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Lisa Manifold is a USA Today Bestselling Author of fantasy, paranormal, and romance stories. She moved to Colorado as an adult and has no plans of living anywhere else. She is a consummate reader, often running late because “Just one more page!” Lisa writes the things she does because she really, really wants to live in a world where these kinds of stories happen.

She is a fan of all things Con, and has an entire room devoted to the costumes created for Cons. She served, until recently, on the board of Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers as the Independent Published Author Liaison, and in 2016, was named the RMFW Independent Writer of the Year. 

Lisa is the author of the fae paranormal romance series The Realm, the Grimm fairy tale retelling Sisters of the Curse series, the Djinn Everlasting series which follows a free-lance djinn, the Aumahnee Prophecy urban fantasy series, and the forthcoming urban fantasy series The Dragon Thief.

She lives as close to the mountains as possible with her husband, sons, and three attentive dogs.

LIVE ~ A Wild and Unremarkable Thing by Jen Castleberry

Title: A Wild and Unremarkable Thing
Author: Jen Castleberry
Genre: Epic Fantasy, Fantasy Romance, Arthurian

Release Date: January 23, 2018 


Cayda has spent her entire life training to slay a Fire Scale. Now the time has come to leave her dragon-ravaged village behind, march into the Summer Alps, and reap the rewards of a Champion. But the road between poverty and prosperity is rife with beasts, betrayals, and baser temptations. Sensible Cayda soon discovers she’s not the only Champion with her eye on the prize, or the only one wearing a disguise.
A Wild and Unremarkable Thing pits girl against dragon in a stunning blend of Greek mythology and medieval lore. Don’t miss the thrilling novella that readers are calling poetic, enchanting, and a must-read for fans of fantasy!


 

“A wild and remarkable journey…Polished, vivid, and extraordinary…Completely mesmerizing!”  -Chantal Gadoury, author of The Songs in Our Hearts

“Poetic…The perfect balance of simplicity and eloquence…I highly recommend it to lovers of fantasy and dragons!” -Harley Is Reading

“Poetic…Fairytale like…Laugh out loud!” -Laura Bookish

“An enchanting read filled with dazzling descriptions and a sumptuous plot!” -January Rabbit

“Must read! [Cayda] proves that girls can do anything!” -Rachael Hansen, Goodreads Reviewer

“Greek mythology mixed with some badass Mulan vibes…I was totally enthralled…[Cayda] makes me feel like I can do anything!” -Cake Face Reader

“Extremely relatable…Praise-worthy…A breath of fresh air!” -Rattle The Shelves



The Fire Scale flies low over Ithil. Its body is the breadth of a circus tent. Its breast is striped by veins as broad as the boughs of a mighty oak. Its roar is like the howl of an angry wind.
It gleams in the starlight. Its scales are ruby-red. No wonder just one of them is worth its weight in gold, and there must be thousands. They sparkle, catching the glow of lamps and torches below – flat, fluttering discs that ripple against its skin like a scarlet coat of suns.
Its leathery wings beat, once, twice, like a tribal drum, like a thunderclap, and out of its yawning mouth, a blaze erupts, engulfing everything.
One breath, and Ithil is black as ash. Ithil, gloating Ithil, built of white sandstone. Built by the hands and backs of scholars.
One breath. Libraries and the proud, columned summer homes of wealthy merchants are set alight. Every inch of lush, green earth in the airy market square is grit and gravel in an instant.
Screams rise up like a symphony, sobs and the worst swears men can muster. Just outside of the town gates, in a field not far enough away for anyone’s liking, crystal champagne glasses fall into the grass. Girls in their finest gowns faint or flee, and some are trampled underfoot.
In the heart of Ithil, beneath a brightly embroidered tarp, drunks and costumed children lie dead or dying. They make groaning prayers as they bleed and burn, mouths flush with the rose-cobbled street.
One, two. The Fire Scale is high above the burning town. It gapes, and smacks its lips. Embers teeter over its tongue and tip out between its wide-gapped fangs.
One, two. The Fire Scale breaks through the clouds and inky phantoms swirl in its wake. Some Ithites watch its yellow talons shove aside the stars.
So quick, it came, it left. A breath. A fast-ascend, and it is gone.
And Ithil…Ithil is on fire.

 

Jen Castleberry resides in Virginia Beach with her husband and pets. Her background is in Communications and Animal Welfare. All of her pets are named after superheroes! For more info, visit www.jencastleberry.com

 

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