Dead and Gone
Grave Talker #2
Adult, Urban Fantasy
February 23rd 2021
There are few things worse than being on the Arcane Bureau of Investigation’s naughty list. To keep herself out of hot water, Darby Adler has made a deal with the devil—using her skills as a grave talker to help the ABI solve some very cold cases. But there is something mighty amiss in this task—especially when quite a few of these cases lead Darby right back to her hometown of Haunted Peak and the secrets buried there.
“Out less than a minute and already talking to spirits and punching ghosts. Way to go, Adler.”
That smooth voice did not belong to my best friend, J. Oh, no. I wasn’t that lucky. The big hunk of man-meat Siobhan had been talking about was not my partner, but the death mage ABI agent who’d simultaneously saved my bacon and torched it.
I swung my head to face Bishop La Roux, straightening my shoulders like I was going to have to punch him, too.
Dressed in a criminally hot pair of jeans and a T-shirt that should be illegal in at least five states, Bishop held out a bag with a very familiar logo on it like he was warding off a lion. Ignoring his messy hair and scruffy beard, I met his coal-dark eyes with suspicion. But instead of punching him like I had Hildy, I snatched the Si Señor bag from his hands, opened it, and dug in. The prison fare was a step above cat food, in my opinion, and just the thought of that yummy bit of heaven made my mouth water.
“Good to see tacos still work,” he said, chuckling. “You need a ride home?”
The last time he’d needed to bribe me, he’d done it with these tacos. Good god in heaven, I was a pushover. I ignored the ridiculously hot man in favor of unwrapping a taco one-handed and shoving an end in my mouth. My teeth crunched into the blissfully crispy half-steak, half-pork taco, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“Maybe,” I said around a mouthful of food. If he were any other man, I might have felt weird about my rudeness, but just like Hildy, Bishop was on thin ice. Though, tacos were an excellent way to strengthen his footing.
That taco was gone in another two bites, and I swallowed the yumminess before continuing, “How’d you hear about me getting out? Even I didn’t know until today.”
Bishop gave me a sly smile. “A little birdy told me.”
“I suppose you could give me a ride if you don’t have anything better to do,” I conceded, my tone only mildly petulant.
“No, Adler,” Bishop said, his voice a hell of a lot closer than it had been a few seconds ago. I whipped my head back to find him solidly in my space. “I don’t have anywhere else I want to be.”
Well, okay then.
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup that makes life… interesting.
(Silver Skates, #1)
Adult, Comedy, Paranormal, Romance
January 18th 2021
When a pair of magical skates helps me find my fated mates, the last thing I expect is to get rejected, betrayed, and framed for a crime I didn’t commit.
I moved to Silver Springs to escape my past. Fell in love with the small supernatural town. Made friends with its quirky residents. Even got my dream job.
But just when life’s finally looking up, disaster strikes. The cleaning company I work for falls under threat, and I’m framed for a crime I didn’t commit.
Then, I find my fated mates:
A shifter hockey player who knows how to handle his stick.
A sweet journalist who shifts into a block of ice but is oh so hot.
And a mage detective who already broke my heart once.
This should be the happiest time in my life, but my mates reject me, one by one.
As the new life I built starts to crumble around me, can I work things out with my mates and catch whoever framed me? Or will I end up broken-hearted, alone, and behind bars? Because I may be the best magical maid in town, but my life is one mess no spells in the world can fix.
When a pair of magical skates helps me find my fated mates, the last thing I expect is to get rejected, betrayed, and framed for a crime I didn’t commit.
If you like sassy witches, wonky magic, panty-melting fated mates, and intriguing mysteries, you’ll love this steamy, laugh-out-loud paranormal romantic comedy with all the feels!
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“I thought I’d test out the rink,” I tell Hockey Hottie—who I really can’t keep calling that, even just in my head. Not unless I want to risk blurting it aloud. “I’m Zoelle Wynter. Zoe for short.”
“Wynter, eh?” He lets out a deep, throaty chuckle that I can feel right down to my toes.
Then he extends one large hand, palm up. For a second, I think he wants me to cross the distance between us to shake it. But then he looks up at the sky and watches as the snowflakes drift down onto his skin. They melt against his bare palm and suddenly, I want to melt against his palm, too. To feel his hands all over me. To see what those long fingers of his can do.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a strong reaction to a man. Not at first sight. I’ve had one-night stands before, but I’ve never wanted to strip a man naked outdoors, in the dead of winter. Or wondered if a hockey player might want to do any other type of scoring on the ice.
“Leaf,” he calls out.
“What?” I stare up at him, wondering if I just zoned out on half of what he was saying. Why else would he be talking about leaves? Unless he means the Maple Leafs? But why even bring up a human hockey team, when as far as the NHL is concerned, supe teams—and supe players—do not exist?
“My name.” He rewards me with a throaty chuckle. “Scottish mother. Jewish father.”
“And they called you Leaf?”
“Leith, with a TH.” He grins as he spells it out for me. “It actually means wet. So nothing to do with leaves.”
“Wet,” I repeat and swallow hard.
Leith rewards me with a knowing grin. One that has my body reacting in… well… the way his name would entail.
Mia Harlan lives in Canada with her husband (who’s definitely Not a Vampire) and their adorably fluffy cat. They recently welcomed a Mini Mortal (a baby girl) into the world and are happy to report she doesn’t have fangs. Mia is a librarian by day and an author by night. She’s been reading romance since she turned thirteen and published her first one in mid-2019. She writes humorous, quirky (and mostly paranormal) reverse harem romance.
(Valhalla Warriors, #1)
by Rosie Jarvis
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: February 9th 2021
An Immortal Biker Daddy walks into a bar…
Abbott McClain is on the run.
An infamous human trafficker and murderer is hot on his heels, and he has nowhere to go. When his car breaks down in a small Texas town, he has no choice but to seek help from a biker bar in the middle of nowhere. After a lifetime of rejection, he doesn’t want to trust anyone ever again. But when he meets a blue-eyed bear at the bar who promises him kindness and protection, he desperately wants to believe that this time things will be different.
James Alan Cutter is on a mission.
As a member of an immortal motorcycle club entrusted with protecting humanity, he shouldn’t be taking time off for romance. But something about Abbott stirs his Daddy nature.
When evil stalks the boy Cutter has fallen for, his brothers in arms come together to protect their love.
Cutter’s Mission is a 48K motorcycle club romance with an age gap, size difference, and hurt/comfort.
He really had no choice. The sun would be down soon, and that would make this entire situation a million times worse. Being broken down in a strange place in the dark? That was a horror movie plot. Rom-coms were more of Abbott’s style anyway. Okay, cute twink meets big sexy biker, they fall in love and live happily ever after. Abbott snorted. Yeah, right.
Abbott nearly tripped over the step leading from the gravel lot to the small, covered porch. It seemed almost funny that a backwoods biker club would have a porch. Abbott let his imagination run wild, just to get his mind off the impending danger of the unknown.
Maybe they held wine tastings on Wednesdays and talked about planting flowers around the building to soften the harsh lines. Did they serve Brie with crackers and a nice Chardonnay? Did they discuss the newest designs on leather jackets and where to find the best tailor for the perfect fit? Was that even a thing? The humorous thoughts helped calm Abbott’s nerves. His hand was barely shaking when he reached for the door handle.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darker interior. The music was lively and loud, and the unmistakable sounds of a pool game was overlaid with raucous laughter. Not too different than some of the gay bars he had gone to before.
This place would be a leather-Daddy-loving boy’s dream! Abbott loved men, all men, but big, furry bears were his weakness. Now, to be honest, Leather Daddies had just become a new deposit in his spank bank. And they were everywhere. Don’t get a boner now! They’ll kill you and you’ll never be found.
Abbott glanced up, spotting a gorgeous man sitting at the end of the bar. He was drinking beer from a mug the size of a pitcher. Dark, close-cropped hair and five o’clock shadow brought out his deep blue eyes which were staring directly at him. Abbott licked his lips, trying to get the courage to move but his body was completely frozen to the spot. He took in the dark tattoos that covered the sexy bear’s arms and shivered.
“You lost, boy?” A stern voice grabbed Abbott’s attention and the ring of authority shook him from his stupor. He quickly moved toward the bar, switching his focus from the blue-eyed biker to the speaker. Not dressed like the patrons, Abbott assumed he was the owner. No denim or leather vest on this guy, but an ill-fitting blue t-shirt, stained half-apron, and a face that was currently sporting a frown. Perhaps this was Clancy?
“Yes, well, no. I mean, I, I’m not sure?” Abbott swallowed with an audible click. He realized the music had stopped, and the place was completely silent.
“Is that a question?” The gruff server placed his hands on the bar as he studied Abbott. He was clean-shaven, had steel gray hair long enough to touch his collar, a sun-worn face covered in wrinkles, and hazel eyes that traveled over Abbott’s body. If Abbott squinted, the bartender could look like Sam Elliott. Only not as cute, and without the bushy mustache.
“Well, to be honest, I’m not really lost. I’m just not sure where I am.” He shook his head to stop his nervous rambling. “Sorry, I was on the main road when my car just died. It’s a junker anyway, but it’s my only transportation. I walked by here once already looking for a place to let me use the phone. To call for a tow. Or something.”
No one in the building said a word. The pool games had stopped. Abbott gulped as he looked around. Men and women were standing stock still, even the band were holding their instruments, watching the scene. Every person in the bar had on jeans, a leather jacket, or a vest, including the hottie drinking a pitcher of beer at the bar.
“S-so, is there a phone I can use to call a tow truck? My cell doesn’t get service around h-here and it’s, uh, dead anyway.” He held up the offending cheap burner phone before sliding it into his pocket. He had just informed a bunch of strangers, who could be homophobic, that he was alone and without communication. He could really use that guardian angel right now.
The bartender shook his head, his eyes never leaving Abbott’s face. “No phone here. Cutter? You able to help this kid out?”
“Cuh – Cutter?” Well, things just shifted from the Rom-Com Abbott had imagined into the horror movie he feared. The name was intimidating. But then again, so was every single large, leather-clad person in the bar. Any one of them could squash Abbott like a bug.
As an author, I’m looking to bring my readers joy. The Valhalla Universe is full of Amazonian Warriors, Valkyrie, gods, goddesses, war heroes who ride motorcycles, and the humans who love them. The Valhalla Warriors is an LGBTQ Series that is insta-love, low angst, light kink romp of fun and steam.
The Blue Trilogy, #2
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
Publication date: October 29th 2020
She was a distraction. He was a mistake. Now they’re in each others’ way.
Rookie investigator Devyn Foster knows the pain of losing family. It’s what drives her to do what she does – finding the missing and the lost and returning them to their families.
Her latest assignment is no different, finding the computer a whiz who disappeared while working on a mysterious project. Even though his case has gone cold, she won’t let his elderly parents suffer. She will find him and return him back to them.
But that was before the one-night stand that changed everything…
Private Investigator Max Carson has never let anything—or anyone—stop him from getting the job done. So when he’s hired to track down a software program that could change the world, that’s exactly what he’s going to do… until he finds himself in a dead heat with a woman who’s just as determined as he is to get the job done on her own terms.
Now Max has to deal with two problems: how to get Devyn out of the way… and out of his heart.
I grew up in a family who recounted family lore all the time. It was a way family history was passed on from generation to generation. Additionally, books I read in my youth, Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and comics hooked me on suspense stories. Italian novellas hooked me on romance.
Favorite Genres for reading and writing
Reading: Thrillers, mysteries, historical fiction, including regency romance, young adult, contemporary and women’s fiction
Writing preference: a combination of romance and suspense.
Inspirations: Movies, history, and personal stories, and art history.
Favorite activity: travelling. I’m an avid foodie who cooks and posts too much food porn, but I include my own recipes in the newsletters.
Can you give us a brief overview of your latest book? Is it part of a series?
The latest books are part of a series––The Blue Trilogy. Though the genre is enemies to lovers and romantic suspense. The two characters had a one-night stand where the man ghosted the woman as soon as the tryst ended. He was a real cad. Imagine the emotions when they are sitting across from each other in a conference room. They cross paths seeking a missing person and technology theft.
What character(s) in your books are your favorite?
The female character, Grace, from The Confessional, got into my head and made me feel all the emotions, pain, shame, fear, and hope. I wish all my characters would turn out that way. The male character, Saint, was the worst kind of scum in the beginning of the book. I had to dial back the depth of vile in his personality.
Do you outline your story or just go where your muse takes you?
Both. I started my first books writing my stories by the seat of my pants––hence the term panster. However, this method caused me to backtrack and spent more time doing that than fine tuning the story. I appreciate the need for an outline, now. But eventually, I go off-road and capture the story as it develops in my mind.
Did you hire an editor to review your manuscript before publishing?
Yes, I have editors. I’ve used a content editor for the trilogy. The other type of editors reviews the manuscript line by line, pointing out inconsistencies such as timeline issues, relationships among the characters, locations or physical proximities––things like that. It’s hard to get a manuscript perfect, but the obvious errors should be caught. My proofreader is a magical combination of the three AND she makes sure the grammar and punctuation are correct.
What kinds of marketing [Twitter, Facebook, blog, forums] are you involved with for promoting your book(s)?
I promote my books mostly on Facebook, Instagram, and sometimes on Twitter. I don’t advertise on Facebook much because I find the dashboard challenging to use. When I think everything is set up and hit post, they’ve kicked back the ads due to issues with wording and photos showing too much skin. Instagram has been easier for me to use for advertising.
Do you find it difficult to juggle your time between marketing your current book and writing your next book?
Yes. I can’t do both at the same time without the other suffering. While the books are going through the first phase of editing, I devote that time to designing teasers, videos, and formulating the template for takeovers, newsletter, and giveaways. I love using RIPL to make my own videos. When I get the editor’s feedback, review the suggestions and get back to work.
What advice would you give a new author just entering into the self-publishing arena?
Make notes on what you want to write immediately. Don’t let the brief thoughts or ideas slip away. Write the synopsis or blurb. It could serve as your roadmap for the book. Read a lot of the genre in which you want to write. Get some readers to look over your synopsis and first chapter. Get help planning your release.
Some fun facts about you, which do you prefer –
Dogs or cats? I like both. You better include birds.
Chocolate or vanilla? Strawberry, mint chocolate chip, Sicilian pistachio
Coffee or Tea? Coffee at home, expresso while traveling, chamomile when it’s cold
Talk or Text? I hate texting, but it’s convenient when I don’t have time to talk.
GALLERY OF CHARACTERS FOR SMOKE SCREEN, BLUE TRILOGY
To help you visualise:
DEVYN FOSTER, ROOKIE PRIVATE INVESITAGOR WITH A SOFT SPOT FOR MISSING PERSONS AND THEIR FAMILIES
MAX CARSON, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR WITH A JADED PAST WHO DISCARDED DEVYN AFTER A ONE NIGHT STAND
BEN ROSENBERG, FORMER MOSSAD, DEVYN’S BOSS, AND APPARENT AUTHORITY FIGURE
KAI LIN, MISSING CHINESE NATIONAL
K. Nilsson’s love of reading began with the Bobbsey twins. When she ran across some Italian True Romance novellas stashed in the attic, the musty serials hooked her on adult fiction. Though black and white photos were dramatic enough to know what the stories were about, she taught herself to read in Italian and translated them to her friends. She’s an unapologetic reviewer of books, restaurants, and vacation destinations. An amateur photographer, K. loves taking editorial photos and documenting her travels. Her personal philosophy, sleeping is a waste of time.
Vampires’ Last Dance:
Witch Island Brides #1
paranormal, vampire, romance, humour
Bayou Moon Press, LLC
(5 April 2018)
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She’s a witch who carries a family curse, destined to never get her happily ever after. Felicia Patterson has come to terms with the fact that she’ll never get to be with her one true love… whoever he happens to be. But when the sexiest vampire she’s ever seen walks onto Witch Island, she can’t help her fluttering heart.
He’s a vampire who’s been burned before, destined to never love again. Christoph Parks has sworn off relationships. In the century that he’s walked the earth, he’s only known heartbreak and disappointment. But one smile from the island’s sassy florist has his icy heart melting. And now that the pair have been thrown together to save their loved ones’ wedding from imploding, can they also overcome a brutal curse, find a way to trust, and finally get the love that they deserve?
Set on an island full of supernaturals and a wedding destination. Our heroine, Felicia, is a florist and a witch, who provides flowers for not only the weddings but sometimes also the brides’ pre-marriage celebration called a bachelorette here – and this can well take place in a very raunchy nightclub where the strippers are either vampires or wolves! Either way, they have really good bodies and plenty of pizzazz and not afraid to show what they have! Our hero is the Best Man to the wedding around which this story is set, and he is a vampire – Christoph.
So, this is a cute, funny, vampy story starting with the dildo flower bouquet for the pre-wedding party, and carrying on in the like vein. Food that has spells on it (to make you high without drugs), food with spells on it counter the high or hangover potions, curses, and adventures.
Nicely written as a shortish story and a good start to a series.