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Hard as mineral? Book Blitz

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The men in my life are spine-chilling monsters, but I might be the worst one of all.

What do a fake client, an attempted abduction, and a decade of secrets have in common?⁣

Apparently everything.⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣ Onyx Sanctuary by @mfadele.author & T.L. Adele is an all-new reverse-harem paranormal novel.

Excerpt

Boom, boom, boom.

The drumming bass in my head ebbed and flowed with my consciousness. Voices echoed, their words warped and distant as visions of the past played in fast forward.

I couldn’t make it stop.

Until, finally… the images slowed, spiraling out of control one last time.

Burning intensity was all I had left. My life didn’t exist outside of the inferno, radiating agony and nightmares.

I was on fire. My veins filled with lava, scorching my skin each time my muscles spasmed. Itching drew my hands to my back. Nausea overtook me as I felt open sores, raw flesh, and sticky scabs.

Fuck. Would the anguish ever end?

Was this the death I deserved?

I awoke in a panic, expecting pain to ambush me again. I lay on the floor for a silent eternity, trying to even my breathing before I attempted to stand. My legs shook as I took the two steps between me and the wall. I stumbled and caught myself before slumping over.

Did those guys drug me?

The first assholes had. The second ones, though… That was to be determined.

But the answer was in front of me as soon as I surveyed the damage. I pulled my knees to my chest, staring in disbelief at the destruction I’d caused in the room. Bloody marks adorned the shredded padding that had previously covered the walls. My entire being was raw, still mending torn skin and self-inflicted wounds.

I closed my eyes, and the movie ran in my mind anew. Still going. Still harassing me. But since I had calmed down, I could see them for what they were. My childhood memories. The gaps between the start of my life and living with Juliet.

Why were they hidden?

And what had changed inside of me to release them?

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AUTHOR BIO:

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M.F. Adele resides in the outskirts of the Rocket City in Alabama. She lives in her overactive imagination, often fueled by caffeine and no sleep. When she isn’t writing, M.F. is outdoors with her family, obsessing over spicy margaritas and cigars, or reading books by her favorite authors.

If you’re looking for M.F. Adele, you can find her on social media in her group:

M.F. Adele’s Hellacious Hybrids.

M.F. loves to interact with her readers, hear character theories, and share embarrassing stories.

Author links:
https://www.facebook.com/MFAdele
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https://www.mfadele.com/
https://www.pinterest.ca/MFAdeleAuthor/_saved/
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20144608.M_F_Adele

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Supernatural Law: Book Blitz

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If you love Richelle Mead, Lisa Edmonds, or Seanan McGuire, discover a paranormal mystery series complete with a fierce heroine that will have you begging for the next book!

Excerpt:

I stole a glance at the two humans waiting with me at the coffee kiosk and stifled a groan. If I had my way, I’d make PDAs before six a.m. a first-degree misdemeanor. 

Quite a hill to die on, huh? Of course, I’d have to leave the D.A.’s office and run for Congress first, but the pithy single-platform campaign slogans wrote themselves: Elect Lillian Knight and Make Singles Jogging Safe Again. Stop Criminal Canoodling. Think of the children—and have mercy on the celibate-by-choice cambion lurking uncomfortably behind you in the coffee line.

Alas, even a half-demon like me didn’t have that kind of power. And my powers of glaring didn’t stop the middle-aged couple in the cafe’s outdoor waiting area from mooning over each other.

I wrapped my arms around myself and set my jaw. This early on a dreary weekday morning, I should have had the park to myself, free from lovestruck tourists and their sloppy, tantalizing energy. And yet, here stood these two grown adults in their puffy jackets, snuggling together like teenagers and harshing the living hell out of my happy place. 

Maybe I didn’t need a caffeine fix before my run. Never mind the biting Pacific gusts blowing off the choppy gray waves of the strait, the thick fog blanketing the rust-orange span of the Golden Gate Bridge, or the gritty haze that clouded my brain after another sleepless night. 

I could live with all of that. San Francisco’s fog couldn’t rival the Pennsylvania winters I’d grown up with, even after eight years of acclimation. Insomnia and I had an intimate, long-term relationship. And the cold didn’t get under my demon-tough skin like the two walking heart-eye emojis in front of me.

I licked my lips and slapped my change on the counter. Oblivious to my jonesing, the lovebirds entwined their hands and leaned into each other, a bulwark of two against the chill. I turned away, but their mutual desire thrummed in the air around me like a pair of plucked guitar strings tuned to one another. Its sweetness settled, thick and cloying, at the back of my throat.

Damn my succubus senses. They didn’t help anything, and they never knew when to quit. 

The synesthetic song of the human couple’s desiderata—the energy of their deep-seated needs and desires—didn’t hold any secrets simple human perception would have missed. Still, their two-part harmony tugged at me. I’d have given a limb, maybe two, to turn it off at will, but no one was buying. Swallowing hard, I grasped at straws: stocks, sports, anything unsexy and boring. The Giants had done well this season, right? 

No good. The desiderata behind me hummed all the louder, a tangible vibration running up my spine like a live wire. I risked another peek over my shoulder and winced. The man had bent toward the woman, the breeze ruffling his salt-and-pepper hair. She tilted her head up, lips parted, face aglow, ready for his kiss.

“Screw this,” I muttered, and broke into a run. 

The barista’s call floated after me. “Quad cappuccino for Lily?” 

I didn’t stop. Bye bye, six hard-earned dollars I paid for the abandoned drink. Too bad, so sad for my wallet, but it wasn’t worth the cost to my peace of mind and my succubus sobriety. 

The rhythm of my sneakers on the hard-packed earth of the upper trail beat out a staccato counterpoint to the hiss of the surf and the blood pounding in my ears. About halfway into the grove of cypress and eucalyptus that lined the trail, I hit my stride. The trees blurred into a gray-green smear on either side of me, and the siren call of human desiderata faded away.

And then I tripped over something heavy and dense that lay across the trail and went sprawling face-first into the dirt.

The wind knocked out of me, I lay still for a few seconds, tonguing my split and swelling lip. It leaked a coppery tang tainted with bitter earth into my mouth. My palms stung where I’d flung them out to catch my fall.

I rolled over and the gray sky wheeled above me in a dizzy lurch. Damn it, had I hit my head? A concussion would make this a real banner week. I could heal faster than humans did, but to recover from a serious injury, I would need more than strong coffee. I would have to break a vow I’d made to myself and take kether—human life force, the fuel my powers depended on, transferred by touch and emotional connection from their bodies to mine.

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AUTHOR BIO:

Erin Fulmer is a life-long writer, real-life social justice warrior (i.e. legal services lawyer), politics junkie, and general bookworm. She lives in sunny California with her husband and two demanding cat daughters. She is currently at work on the sequel to her forthcoming debut urban fantasy, CAMBION’S LAW (11/9/2021, City Owl Press).

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21424174.Erin_Fulmer

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iBooks: https://books.apple.com/es/book/cambions-law/id1580257882

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Orders of Vampires? Book Blitz

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Meet the Order of the Black Oak: a powerful order of modern-day warriors fighting evil to protect the ones they love.⁣

⁣⁣⁣⁣“She’d said always. In his world, always meant forever. An eternity.”

The Order of the Black Oak by @marie.claude.now is a fantastic series of action, magic and awesome romance. You will fall in love with the characters and feel you are right with them!⁣

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EXCERPT

She’d come to the club to talk to him countless times in the last three months, but today was different. Today, her quest was personal.

The one she was coming to see was the most infuriating man of her acquaintances—as if nothing serious ever touched him. Keeping her persona at the highest level of professionalism was the best way to approach him.

And there he was.

She watched him work at his usual corner booth beside the bar.

Magnovald St-Amand. Owner of this trendy Montreal nightspot, his actual wealth a secret, even to her. No doubt its origin tethering between both sides of the law, some legitimate and some probably criminal.

And this time—even though it killed her to have to do this—it was the latter she had come for.

Mag, as they called him, was pouring over a pile of ledgers spread across the table and punching numbers on a printing calculator, his demeanor unusually focused on the menial task.

A nudge of respect rose with a flutter in her stomach to see him work on his own accounts.

Such a contradiction. Nothing in his laid-back facade indicated a thriving business owner. As always, his dark hair brushed his neck, the curls a little too long above the plain black t-shirt emphasizing the defined broadness of his shoulders and arms. His skin—a tad too pale to be healthy—contrasted gently with the sculpted cheekbones and dark determined brows.

And as she watched him check his calculations, she knew she had mere seconds before needing to brace herself from his immense charm.

Once his dark gaze hit her, when his lips curled into that constant amused expression he had every time they met, she would have to fight hard her attraction for the man who was nothing like her.

His life was far from the world she came from. His was late evenings and sensual pleasures. Dubious connections all over the city and the lording over its luxurious nightlife.

Hers was pondered and orderly. Charity balls and business bureaus. A continuous quest to keep her tight hold on the Montreal’s real estate power.

As she looked at him now with a slight weight lodged in her chest, in those few seconds before he would become aware of her presence, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was perhaps a possible place where they might be alike.

But that small hopeful moment was soon over.

He knew she was here.

Magnovald St-Amand slowly lifted his head. With a profound inhale, she took hold of herself as the dark undercurrent of his gaze seized her and threatened her very soul.

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AUTHOR INFO

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Marie-Claude Bourque – BIO

Marie-Claude Bourque is a Montreal-born Seattle-based author of gothic paranormal romance and the winner of the American Title V award with her first novel ANCIENT WHISPERS.

Her writing features modern-day fantasy skillfully weaved into infinitely romantic supernatural stories between smart strong women and complex passionate heroes. 

Happily Ever After always absolutely guaranteed!

TO PURCHASE

Apple: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1576298483

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Amazon Page: https://www.amazon.com/Marie-Claude-Bourque/e/B00302MTGS

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/marie.claude.now/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/mcbourque

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What happens in Vegas: Series Review

This is a series of box sets from KU that total up to 15 books – and I read them all in sequence!!!

Set in Las Vegas, in a seedy area, where the tourists come for an experience which often ends up being a tattoo. Each book tells the story of a different member of staff starting with the owner who sets up the first 24/7 tattoo parlour and who employs supernaturals of all varieties from the vampire who takes the night shift, to shifters to magic users and more… and sex is consensual, often rough and gender irrelevant.

The stories tend to be complicated, full of fights and difficult relationships from ex’s to current partners. There are nightclubs and bars and parties and motorcycle gangs. So, don’t expect a set of light and frothy stories – these are dark as the tattoos that are illustrated in the text. But somehow compulsive reading. Oh and nice illustrations too.

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When Nuns go rogue: Book Review

Another good set of books from a great author with lots of human and paranormal going-ons.

5 books so far in this series but as I am binge reading by the time this gets posted I will have completed all 5 but I’m pretty sure that book 5 will have some spoilers so…

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The eyeshadow look Coop tries out.

Here we have an ex-nun turned amateur detective. Her sidekicks are:

A demon – as a gorgeous woman; Coop (who has various surnames in the books and appears to be on the spectrum)

A demon inhabiting an owl; (Winston with an Irish accent)

A demon inhabiting a dog; (Jeff with a Boston accent)

2 tattoo artists

A homeless shelter owner who is an ex-undercover detective

Some homeless people she meets and makes friends with

And occasionally a local detective who is British born and seems to speak with every British known slang – too many in reality, seeing as she has lived in the States since she was 10, British mother or not.

We know by book 4 how she came to have her sidekicks and how Trixie got booted out of the convent but who the demon is that Trixie is so intimately acquainted with and why is left to book 5 – unless there is a book 6 to come – not yet known.

So, these are cosy mysteries with a rather naïve and bumbling detective, lots of twists in the tales, light hearted humour, good style and enough ‘must knows’; ‘more/whys?’ to keep you reading.

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