Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Seducing Destiny Blog Tour

Seducing Destiny(The Fae Chronicles book 4) by Amelia Hutchins is available now!
Less than six months ago my life was twisted and flipped on its side. Things have changed so much I barely recognize myself anymore.
I am no longer an Enforcer.
I am no longer a Witch.
I no longer hate the Fae. (For the most part)
And the sex-on-a-stick-gorgeous-Fae? He isn't really the Dark Prince.
No, he is the father of my children and with the babies on the way, the land dying and the Mages closing in; alliances will have to be formed if we are all to make it through the war that is coming to our front door.
Between warring Gods and Goddesses, how are any of us supposed to win?
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Excerpt:

“You’re carrying twins, my twins, and I like this bump. I like the sight of you carrying my children in this beautiful body,” he whispered huskily as he placed both of his palms on my swollen midsection, just in time for the babes to kick him. “They can feel me,” he replied with sincerity. “I already feel them linking us together. We’re a family, and nothing and nobody will change that.” ©2015 Amelia Hutchins Seducing Destiny.
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About Amelia:

amelia hutchins
Author of Fighting Destiny a fast paced Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance with hot alpha males, and a sassy heroines. I have three kids, and married my best friend, who is also the most amazing man ever. I live in Washington State with way too many trees, and love it. I have been writing as long as I can remember, and I am also the page owner of Erotica Book Club.
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Saturday, December 20, 2014

Another Vampy Rant

I recently joined an anthology with six other amazing authors. The experience has been terrific; everyone taking part in it was supportive and encouraging while we all worked on our winter themed pieces. Today the anthology has gone live and can be downloaded for free on smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/503613

Exciting, right? I was planning on celebrating this amazing step but the party in on hold because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I babbled away about this adventure to some friends and family whom most of which were happy for me- the rest were a little less thrilled. In fact, it has me irate. Here is some of the oh-so-wonderful ?(sarcasm) comments I have received so far because I wanted to do something fun.

1. "When is your book going to be done?"
When asked out of curiosity it can be a great conversation starter, when asked with a snotty tone it makes me irritated. The book will be done whenever it gets done! I don't need to hear this every week from the same person. Stop.

2. "What a cute hobby!"
... Why on earth would you say this to anyone? "How cool," "that's interesting," or "wow, did you have fun?" is ten times better than referring to something I take seriously as a cute hobby.

3. "Congrats, you wrote a short story. Just like thousands of other people in the world."
Can you be anymore of a Debby Downer? Who cares if thousands of other people did it, this is a HUGE step for me! I'm not doing this to impress anyone, and if the only thing you can think of to say is something negative, please don't say anything at all. I'd rather ignore the topic altogether than have to hear that again.

4. "Are you actually going to write something real, or are you just going to do a couple of shorts?"
My mind is still blown from this one... The length of a story doesn't make one "any less real" than the other. What are you trying to say here?!

5. "Don't waste money on something you aren't going to finish."
This was said because I admitted to having a WIP with a cover picked out and ready to go. First, I'm paying for everything so I'm pretty sure what gets spent on the book doesn't need someone else's nose in it. Second, why on earth would you ever say this asinine assumption out loud? I get some people don't have a filter but really? It's already finished, thank you very much. It's just waiting for me to have enough time to sort out copyrights, do the formatting, and finish up one last look through.

6. "Don't you ever do something fun?"
Writing- and reading- IS fun for me. Anyone who listens to me talk for more than five minutes knows that. I can't even....

I'm guessing this is just a taste of what other authors go through and I must admit I'm not too excited about the experience anymore. This doesn't stop me from writing but I doubt I'll make much of a fuss about publishing next time. I'm not doing this for attention, or to impress, I'm doing it for me. If there is nothing to say that is positive, please don't say it at all.
I'd rather change the topic to kittens or Star Wars than hear another low ball round of insults like this again.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Tryst by Arie Lane Cove Reveal

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Title: Tryst
Author: Arie Lane
Release Date: January 6th 2015

SYNOPSIS:
Bentley Celeste has everything to lose, literally. On a night she should have been celebrating, her world came crashing down. Left with no other choice, she ran for her life and has been hiding ever since.

The day Tristan turned into a teenager his whole life changed. Faced with the reality that his father was more of a child than he was, Tristan chose to forego the rest of his childhood and become an adult.

Both have secrets that could destroy the fragile foundation that Tristan fights hard to build. But what happens when the very secrets you are hiding are the very ties that will either bind or break you? Can Bentley stop running long enough to let someone in? Can Tristan start believing that not everyone he loves is destined to abandon him?

***WARNING*** This book is intended for 18+ due to strong language, violent scenarios, and sexual content.


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Friday, November 7, 2014

Off Your Rocker? Blog Tour

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Title:Off Your Rocker?
Author: KE Osborn
Genre:Contemporary
Hosted By: Francessca’s Romance Reviews

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SYNOPSIS

When Delia (Lia) Norman meets Rock Royalty Colter (Colt) Slade unexpectedly after her boyfriend of 4 years breaks up with her, sparks fly immediately. Lia's ex always told her she was dull and boring, she was no fun at all, and he was right. Colt tells Lia to do something exciting - be spontaneous. So she moves out of her comfort zone and goes on tour with the most famous rock group in the world 'Slayed'.

How will Lia deal with being pushed out of her comfortable life and into a world of chaos, paparazzi, screaming 'evil minion' fans and most of all the idea that maybe there is love just around the corner?

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TEASERS

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EXCERPTS

EXERPT ONE


I’m smiling so brightly that my cheeks hurt and I can’t help but feel emotional as he leans in to kiss me. His kiss is full of passion and a steady stream of tears flow from my eyes down my cheeks, because of how proud, honored and loved I feel. And that’s all coming from the man I love, the man kissing me, the man I want to be with for an eternity, and in this moment I know that nothing can tear us apart.

EXCERPT TWO

“Then fuck me, Colt,” I say and he groans into my mouth. His hands slide on to my arse and he pulls me from the desk. He takes me over to the bed and lays me down making his way over the top of me.
“I’m definitely going to fuck you, Lia, I’m seriously going to fuck your brains out. But first I’m going to make sweet normal love to the most beautiful girl in the world

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. Having worked in the optical industry for some time, K E Osborn decided it was time to leave the optical world behind and start on something new. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she tried her hand at writing.
K E Osborn hid the fact that she was writing from her family, as she believed her first story was simply something she had to get on paper first and then judge if it was good enough for others to read. It wasn’t until her mother found a printed version of the manuscript that her secret came out. She was a writer, and she loved it. Writing gives her life purpose. It makes her feel, laugh, cry, and get completely enveloped with the characters and their story lines. She feels at home when writing.

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OTHER BOOKS AVAILABLE

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The Trust Me? Trilogy Box Set
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Just Friends
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Friday, October 10, 2014

Limerence 2 release!


When you see life through the eyes of a vampire, you see the true colours of the world.


It’s been almost a year since Mia’s life was forever altered, and each day is a battle as she fights the dark vampire trapped within her. She is strong, and powerful, and she wants control. She will do anything to be free. Even if it means destroying them both.

Evan, a strong Bastion vampire is fighting a darkness of his own. And though their Queen won’t allow it, Mia’s connection with him is intense & addictive. They find it impossible to stay apart. But as their emotions grow stronger, Mia fears Evan’s secrets will destroy the very strength she needs to keep her inner vampire under control. 

Is she strong enough to survive a love which is not allowed, while fighting the monster within?
The Queen is sick and the world Mia has only just come to know is changing. In the end, there can only be one survivor.


“Don’t play this game with me, Evan. You know you’re going to lose this time.” I smirk and give him a playful wink.
“Oh, Little Mia,” Evan scoffs with a deep laugh. “Your confidence will be your downfall, pretty girl.”
Rocking back on my heels, my knees bent and ready to pounce, I laugh at his patronising name for me. I can’t stop the gleam in my eye no matter how much I want to.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
I roll my eyes at him. “Please, I was born ready—”
He jumps, his legs wrapping around my waist, and suddenly I’m beneath him, pinned to the floor by his hard body, my shoulders digging painfully into the crude stone flooring. His arm muscles twitch as they hold me in place and I try to fight him off, but he doesn’t budge and I scream in frustration.
“I wasn’t ready, damn it!”
Evan laughs again and I squirm even more. “You said you were born ready, did you not?”
I scream out loudly. “You cheated!” I kick my legs as hard as I can, my hands flailing out and beating against his rock-hard stomach as he releases them.
He leans over me, his chest pressing against mine as he battles to control my body.
“Get off me,” I scream in his face, my temper tantrum getting the better of me.
“Not until you say sorry.” It’s his turn to smirk now, which only infuriates me more.
“Sorry? For what?”
“For accusing me of cheating. I never cheat, Mia. Now if you won’t apologise, then I really must insist,” he pauses, “upon a kiss.” He smiles, knowing that I won’t be happy with either option.
“Just get off me, Evan, and we can start again. This time with no cheating.” I glare up at him, feeling hot under his gaze. His face is close to mine, making us almost nose to nose.
“Now, now, don’t be such a sore loser. A kiss or an apology, that’s all I want, then I’ll let you up and we can be in this same position in less than five minutes.” Evan roars with laughter.



©Copyright Claire C Riley 2014



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Claire short bio.

Claire C Riley is a Best Selling British Horror writer.
Her work is best described as the modernization of classic, old-school horror. She fuses multi-genre elements to develop storylines that pay homage to cult-classics while still feeling fresh and cutting-edge. She writes characters that are realistic, and kills them without mercy.
Claire lives in the UK with her husband, three daughters, and one scruffy dog.
Her works namely include, old school vampires and apocalyptic zombie ridden worlds, with several full-length books, and short stories to her name, with plenty more coming up in 2014.

Awards and Accreditations.
Odium. The Dead Saga is a top #100 dystopian selling book on Amazon.com for 2013, ‘Indie book of the day’ winner December 2013 and ‘Indie Author Land 50 best self-published books worth reading 2013/14’
Limerence featured book in the ‘Guardian newspaper for best Indie novel 2013’ and is a finalist for the eFestival of Words ‘best novel’ category.
Odium II The Dead Saga is a #1 Best Selling British Horror book and top #100 dystopian book.
She is also a very proud contributor to the ‘Let’s Scare Cancer to Death’ charity anthology as well as several other anthologies such as ‘State of Horror Illinois’ & ‘Fading Hope: Humanity Unbound’.

She can be stalked at any of the following.


Saturday, August 16, 2014

DOM WARS Sale


DOM WARS Round 5 & 6 are on sale for a limited time only! Grab each book for a low price while you can!
Dom Wars Round 5 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZMICVW
Dom Wars Round 6 http://www.amazon.com//dp/B00MOLZCQ0



Round 6  18+

I jolted awake and Tara shot up with me. “Wha-what, what is it, a spider?” She whacked at her hair, hurrying to stand.
“No, no, sorry.” I stood and embraced her. “Sorry, I was dreaming and freaked you out I think.” I gazed around at the eerily quiet forest, the dream I’d had making it feel like that moment in a horror movie where you just knew shit was about to go down.
She sighed and sagged against my chest a few seconds after, mumbling, “I was dreaming we were at the mansion. In the shower. Showering. With soap. And shampoo.”
I stroked her hair and smiled in the early dawn. “It’s only the second day love, you’re fine. Your hair still smells amazing.” I eyed the tree with the flag as Preacher and Becca sat up. I was ready to get it and go.
Preacher seemed to think the same and walked to the tree.
“Lucian,” Tara hissed as I followed.
I turned to find her waving me to her, distressed. “What?” I whispered, reaching her.
“I need the damn bathroom.” She angled her head to look behind me. “The number one.”
Phew. I knew that the dreaded other number would eventually come up and dreaded when it did. Not for me but for her and how that would make her feel. I turned to Preacher. “Bathroom.”
“Oh,” Becca waved her hand with wide eyes. “Me too.”
Preacher looked around then pointed to a set of bushes. “There.”
“What?” Tara said, “We need privacy!” “Squat!” Preacher said, angling that black gaze at her. “You’re not getting lost first thing in the morning when we need to get a head start. This jungle is begging to swallow us the second twenty feet separates us. So…” He pointed to the bushes a few yards away. “Squat. We’ll be getting this flag while you do. We won’t peek.”
“Or listen!” Tara cried.
Humor had edged his deep voice that seemed even deeper in the silent morning. I leaned and kissed Tara. “Well, he’s right.”
“Fine fine,” she said lightly, briskly heading to the spot like she could care less. That was fine by me, little miss attitude, just so she did as she was told, she could throw a tantrum all she liked.
I hurried to Preacher who stared up at the flag tied in the tree. “I’ll hoist you up, you grab it?” He regarded me when I didn’t answer. “You’re not hoisting me, Bane.”
“On your shoulders?”
Preacher got on his knees and whacked the back of his neck. “Let’s do it.”
I didn’t bother wasting another second, no time for pride. I climbed aboard. “Ready.”
Preacher stood and I locked my feet around his back steadying myself. “Stocky fucker, aren’t you?” His words strained a bit under my weight and I grinned.
“I eat my Wheaties man.”
“Any day now.”
I yanked the blue material and an object fell with it followed with an eruption of smoke that burned the fuck out of my eyes.
I hit the ground with Preacher, both of us scrambling out of the smoke flooding the area while the women went on total freak out.
“Fuuuuuck!” Preacher roared. “Stay out of the smoke Becca and Tara!”
Every reflex clamped my eyes shut against the insane burning as I crawled in a direction hopefully away from the smoke.
“Here, Lucian, this way!” Tara yelled.

I followed her voice coughing through the pain in my lungs, nose, and eyes. I finally felt Tara’s hand on my arm, lifting me. “Jesus it fucking burns! Aaagh fuck!”