Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Interview and Giveaway Shifter Magnetism by Stormie Kent




Do you have a special formula for creating characters' names? Do you try to match a name with a certain meaning to attributes of the character or do you search for names popular in certain time periods or regions?

SK: I do a bit of everything. Character naming can be about the meaning of the name, where the character is from or their ethnicity. My heroine, Leila from, Shifter Magnetism, had her name changed many times before I found the name I felt fit her. It is a feminine, but strong name. I have to like the sound of the name as well.


What is your favorite scene from the book? Could you share a little bit of it, without spoilers of course?

SK: My favorite scene from the book is when Nic and Leila meet. It is the first scene I pictured when I decided to write the book.

It is from Nic’s point of view. I love the way he thinks of her, right from the beginning.

He focused on the luscious sight before him. It took everything he had not to straighten, cross the room, and capture the woman at the top of the stairs. 

She was exquisite. Her hair fell to her shoulders in wild, natural brown coils adorned with a thin gold braided headband. The golden undertones of her medium-brown skin were set off by flawless makeup and the gold accents trimming the barely there costume. And it was barely there. 

The dark brown gladiator costume was held up by gold straps that matched the embroidery on the cleavage-baring neckline. Wolf-shifter females were tall and sleek, but this woman was lushly curvy. Her waist dipped in under the body-hugging costume, and her hips flared out, hiking up an already short hemline. She wore gold bangles at her wrists and a short crimson cape. Her legs were full and tantalizingly encased in high-heeled gold gladiator sandals that laced up to her knees. 

She was sexy as hell, and she knew it. She posed with her body angled to the side, one bent leg slightly in front of the other, and a hand resting on her hip. 

Did you find anything really interesting while researching this or another book?

SK: I learned a great deal about state forests in Maryland! Forest isn’t what I think of when I hear Maryland and it surprised me that there was so much land put aside in the state parks. They seem like perfect place for a shifter pack to let off steam. ;-)

Do you write in different genres?

SK: I write romance. My subgenres are paranormal, science fiction/futuristic, and contemporary.

Do you find it difficult to write in multiple genres?

SK: Writing is an art and a craft, so at some point honing the craft is difficult. I write paranormal, sci-fi, and contemporary romance. They have similarities, but many differences. What I find difficult is balancing my life with this art form I love dearly.

When did you consider yourself a writer?

SK: That is a tough one. This is really a question of confidence. I’ve been writing since I was a child. I think I considered myself an author after I sold my first book, Enslaved In Desire.

What are your guilty pleasures in life?

SK: Here are some things I would (or have) found it hard to live without.

My kids, I like them (even as teens) and they get me.

Coffee with a chocolate based creamer. If I don’t have this, people volunteer to get it for me. Quickly.

Books! I love them.

Science fiction, paranormal and action movies are my favorites.

Television mysteries, including made for tv movies. Love ‘em.

And finally, sarcasm. I need it like I need water and food.

Where is your favorite place to read? Do you have a cozy corner or special reading spot?

SK: I can read anywhere! I love to stretch out on my sofa where I can keep an eye on the family while I read.

What can readers expect next from you?

SK: I am working on a follow-up to Shifter Magnetism, along with a contemporary erotic romance.

Where can readers find you on the web?

SK: My blog is http://stormiekent.com/blog/.  You can also find me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/StormieKent and Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/stormie.kent.



Shifter Magnetism
Stormie Kent

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Multicultural/Interracial

Publisher: Loose Id

Date of Publication: June 9, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-62300-328-9
ASIN: B00YQLMQO2

Cover Artist: Valerie Tibbs

Book Description:

Someone is killing witches in Coldwell. Voluptuous witch, Leila Barclay, isn’t expecting to be drawn to a sexy enemy wolf shifter, Nic Lobo and be targeted by a murderous sorcerer in the same night. Her savior is the very same wolf shifter who turns out to be a detective. To save her life, they exchange pieces of soul magic. Leila knows it’s forbidden, but she really wants to survive. Now she's irrevocably tied to the shifter and changing in ways she has never expected. Plus, she and her savior must catch the murderer, before he catches her.

Detective Nic Lobo is on the trail of the supernatural serial killer when he meets his mate. His taboo witch mate. He stops the killer from taking Leila's life, but now he has to keep her alive, stay away from his Pack and her Council, convince her they belong together, and catch her magical stalker. Failure isn’t an option because Nic has already lost himself in Leila. 

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Excerpt:

Nic walked around the outside of Club Entourage looking for anything suspicious. He had a memory scent of the killer from the other crime scenes. He didn’t smell the man in the normal smells outside the club. There were other unsavory scents, especially behind the club near the garbage. Of course no alley would be complete without the pungent odors of urine and vomit.

Nic braced himself to enter the club. Shifter males gave off heightened hormones human females were susceptible to. In a highly charged sexual environment, to human females already attempting to attract bedmates, he was the equivalent of a tall glass of water to a person lost in a desert.

He passed the coat check, descended the club’s stairs, and tried to blend in with the crowd. His Western-wear shirt, jeans, cowboy boots, and cowboy hat stood out more than he’d anticipated against all the vampire costumes.

He mingled, dodging grasping hands and caresses. When he was positive the killer wasn’t inside, he took up a station against the bar, which allowed him to see the entrance and up onto the balcony. He hadn’t noticed any curvy witches, but it was early in the evening.

“Howdy, cowboy.”

He glanced at the slender redhead dressed as Venus at his side. Her incense-and-musk perfume assaulted his nose. She held a glass of champagne and smiled at him through lips that were a little too red. Normally the color made him think sensual thoughts; hers just reminded him of blood.

“Ma’am.” He kept his gaze neutral.

Her smile lost some of its luster. He looked away and caught a flash of gold near the entrance. He focused on the luscious sight before him. It took everything he had not to straighten, cross the room, and capture the woman at the top of the stairs.

She was exquisite. Her hair fell to her shoulders in wild, natural brown coils adorned with a thin gold braided headband. The golden undertones of her medium-brown skin were set off by flawless makeup and the gold accents trimming the barely there costume. And it was barely there.

The dark brown gladiator costume was held up by gold straps that matched the embroidery on the cleavage-baring neckline. Wolf-shifter females were tall and sleek, but this woman was lushly curvy. Her waist dipped in under the body-hugging costume, and her hips flared out, hiking up an already short hemline. She wore gold bangles at her wrists and a short crimson cape. Her legs were full and tantalizingly encased in high-heeled gold gladiator sandals that laced up to her knees.

She was sexy as hell, and she knew it. She posed with her body angled to the side, one bent leg slightly in front of the other, and a hand resting on her hip.

There was a hush as she paused at the top of the landing. She scanned the crowd nonchalantly, as if every eye wasn’t on her. Then she stepped down to the next step. His mouth opened slightly as he watched her body move under the costume. He might have drooled a bit. The wolf in him was close to the surface, and he swallowed a growl as he noticed a tall blond man dressed as a race car driver move forward to greet her at the bottom of the stairwell.

“How dare she? He’d better not dance with her.”

He’d forgotten the woman next to him. The redhead moved into the crowd and made her way toward the blond race car driver. Nic watched as the female gladiator, guaranteed to star in his most lascivious dreams tonight, shunned the hand of the man in front of her and strutted toward the bar. She never looked at Nic, and he was violently disappointed.

She stopped next to him, pressed her palms to the bar, and leaned forward. “Rum and cola, please.”

His already stiff cock throbbed at the throatiness of her voice. She smelled divine. The soft floral hint of her perfume didn’t overpower the scent of the woman underneath. He could lap up every trace of the tantalizing fragrance from her skin and other places hidden on her body.

A frisson of power brushed against his wolf, signaling he was in the presence of a magical being. He concentrated.Witch. Hell, he stood lusting after a curvy witch wearing a dress so short he swore he could see the shadow of her ass under the back hem. She was everything the Brain Surgeon would be looking for. She was the reason he’d been drawn here.

His wolf was also telling him she was everything it was looking for.

He stared. Finally, she looked up. Her eyes were large in her pretty face. She smiled, and he focused on the fullness of her dark red lips. Her teeth peeked through, and in his mind he saw her biting her plump lower lip just before stroking him slowly with her soft palm. He suppressed a shudder.

He took one of her hands from the bar and held it. “I’m Nic.”

“Leila.”

He smiled. “May I buy your drink, Leila?”

“It depends.” Her tongue peeked out to lick her upper lip slightly.

He followed the action with his gaze. “On what?”

One corner of her mouth lifted, and pure mischief entered her eyes. “What I have to do to earn it.”

His mind immediately went to Leila on her hands and knees as he pounded into her from the rear. “How about a dance?”

He really shouldn’t. Technically he was on duty. He had to touch her, though. He tugged on her hand lightly to draw her toward the dance floor. She held his gaze as she slowly peeled her body away from her pose leaning against the bar. Should watching her perform the simple action give him such visceral pleasure?

All around them couples gyrated to the blaring pop music. Nic made room for the two of them on the floor. He pulled her close and moved with her to the beat of the music. She swayed sensuously, making it seem a natural extension of the dance when she slid against him. Everywhere they touched, little pinpricks of awareness cascaded along his skin.

He held her flush against his chest, guiding her body the way he wanted it to go. It was easy to dip low and wedge his thigh between her legs. She rode him, undulating and moving fluidly as he tilted her back and cradled her, drawing her near again. Even among all the humans, he could smell her desire.

His reaction to her was strong. Almost too strong. He brought his mouth closer to hers. His wolf demanded he take her mouth. It didn’t understand human convention that forced his human half to play by civilized rules and not devour her on the spot. This woman made him want her on every level. It demanded he take her. Mine.

He caught the costumed race car driver’s hand before it could land on her arm. He couldn’t quite suppress the growl that spilled over from his throat. Nic squeezed the man’s hand back, and its owner winced. He felt the surge in her magic, heard her whispered words, and fought the calm that tried to descend over him. He never released the other man.

“Hey, what’s happening?” Race Car Driver looked slightly dazed.

Nic smirked in Leila’s direction. “I think you overdid it.”

“The extra push was for you,” she mumbled. “Hal, what do you want?”

Maybe she should have used the calming spell on herself. She stared hard at the other man, one hand on her hip. If her brown eyes had contained any more fire, Hal would have combusted on the spot.

“You’re embarrassing yourself. This type of getup is for our bedroom only.”

She’d been with this clown? Anger and possessiveness flowed through Nic. He didn’t want this man anywhere near Leila. Nic applied more pressure until the other man was contorting to keep Nic from breaking his wrist.

“That’s enough! Nic!” Leila’s voice was frantic as she pushed against his arm.

He looked at her.

She shook her head. “Hal and I aren’t together anymore. Not that it’s any of your business.”

He was appeased she’d said the last part so low it was likely only he’d heard her. He eased the pressure on the guy’s hand and wrist. He’d stay between them, though. If good ole Hal tried anything, he’d be more than happy to break a few of his bones.

She made a chopping motion toward the sweating Hal. “We’re over, Hal. Or did I suddenly lose a few pounds? Go away. I don’t like you.”

Nic released the man with a shove. “Take her advice and stay away.” He watched as Hal stumbled back among the ring of gawkers.

“You.”

He turned back to Leila as she poked him in the side.

“I’m going to say this in a whisper because I’m assuming by all the growling coming from your throat you have pretty good hearing. What you did was unnecessary. I can defend myself.”

“Don’t ever try to control me again.” Witch.

“Try not to need to be controlled. What am I saying? There won’t be a next time. We’re complete strangers. Hopefully this will be the last time we ever meet.” She turned and pushed her way through the crowd.

He admired her ass as she walked away. He loved the way she placed one foot almost in front of the other, so each hip cocked with every step. He could watch her walk all day. He came to his senses when she was swallowed up in the crowd. He moved then. He wouldn’t crowd her, but he would follow her. She was wrong. She’d be seeing him very soon.


OUT OF ALL the men to meet tonight, Leila would run into a shifter. She didn’t know what his animal was, yet she was sure she wouldn’t like it. Arrogant man. Sexy beast.

She wasn’t going to deny it. His beautiful, sharp features spoke of his Latin roots. Over six feet tall, broad shouldered, and darkly tanned, Nic was a hard man to resist. When she’d gotten closer to the bar, she’d felt the tingle in her limbs alerting her there was a magical being nearby. Nic’s shifter pheromones explained the immediate attraction she’d felt for him. Shifters were primal, carnal beings. Women of almost every species found it hard to resist them.

Leila stomped up the steps to the coat check. She’d worn a light trench coat since she really was indecently exposed. The only reason she’d decided on the costume was for revenge. She looked around at her frenemies staring at her from across the room. She smiled and pinky waved at the bitches. Their mouths fell open before they turned away.

Earlier in the day, she’d peered down from her hidden spot decorating the club’s balcony at Deidre, Amy, and Li, who were doing the same in the main room below.

Deidre had tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear before marking off an item on her checklist. “Ooh, I can’t stand her. What did Hal ever see in her?”

Li’s wimpy behind had chimed in too. “She dresses in such bright colors. It’s so gaudy.”

“And she’s too big for all those colors,” Amy had said.

When the women laughed, Leila’s hand had begun to glow a faint blue neon as energy swirled and gathered in her palm. She’d contemplated just hitting them with a mild spark. It wouldn’t have hurt…much. She’d closed her hands and eyes slowly, and the energy ball had dissipated. She couldn’t do it then. She wouldn’t do it now, either. Her grandmother had always warned her about being careful with the intent behind her magic. Using it for petty revenge would rebound against her.

She’d thought the women were her friends. Their conversation proved how wrong she’d been. They were just jealous, anyway. Each of their boyfriends had hit on her in the last twelve months. She was fat all right. PHAT—pretty, hot, and tempting.

She’d settled on the gladiator costume rather than the more conservative nurse she’d planned to be for the costume party. She’d wanted all eyes on her, and they were. Including the shifter’s.

She sensed him watching her. She looked around as she put on her trench. She didn’t see him. Why did he have to be a super-alpha jerk shifter? She and the sexy Latino should have been headed back to her place right now. She could still feel every place he’d touched her. Her pussy continued to throb. Her nipples rubbed against the constricting fabric of her bra.

What a waste. Shifters and witches didn’t mix. At least not in this town. Coldwell had one hard-and-fast rule for its magical inhabitants. She’d been raised to believe shifters were crude and animalistic, fae were untrustworthy tricksters, immortals were meddlesome and coldhearted. The list went on and on. Even humans were said to be dangerous, fearful, and judgmental. Her mother hadn’t been too happy when she’d decided to associate with them.

She thought of her former friends and ex-boyfriend. Maybe her teachers had been right. Having personal relationships with other species was unwise. What would Deidre have done with the knowledge if she’d known Leila was a witch? She shuddered.

Everyone knew to stick to their own kind. She’d learned her lesson. She and the shifter were a bad idea. So it would be another lonely night with just her and her vibrator, Sam.

The club was in a renovated warehouse at the edge of town. The parking lot was lit brighter closer to the club and dimmer farther back where she’d parked. Walking all alone in a poorly lit, deserted parking lot was the price she paid for wanting to make an entrance. She could just hear her mother asking her if she intended to be a mugging waiting to happen.

Her mind turned back to Nic, and she stopped. She’d promised herself she would take a chance with the next guy she felt chemistry with. But a shifter? Did it matter? She’d felt the desire between them. It was a smoldering fire all over her body, and she couldn’t deny it. If she was honest, prejudice had forced her out of the club and away from Mr. Hotness. A woman confident in her sexuality would go back.

The hint of magic touched her before the sound of footsteps did. A hand closed around her mouth just as a black-clothed arm wound around her neck. She was jerked back forcefully. Heart racing, she struggled. She scratched and pulled against her assailant. Her nails slid off the fabric. Quickly, she reached for her power. It surged within her, bright and familiar. She was about to give this bastard the shock of his life, then run like hell.

Except her power began to dim almost immediately. He didn’t release her. He dragged her deeper into the shadows. Her limbs began to tire first, and her head hurt. Her power faded. Was he sucking it from her? She tried to struggle, but she was so tired. Her eyelids drooped and closed despite her attempts to stay alert.

Her eyes cracked open when she heard the growl. She sighted a gray blur. A large wolf barreled toward them, teeth bared. Her attacker released her, and she dropped to the ground, unable to support her weight. Her entire body tingled and throbbed as hands did when they fell asleep. Behind her she heard running feet and snarls.

She knew Nic was the wolf. She felt it deep within. She mustered her final bit of energy. “Nic.”

Would he leave her there? She didn’t want to die in the parking lot outside a stupid costume party. She should probably be grateful he’d run her attacker off. Would she have been as helpful, or would she have seen a shifter fighting and fled the scene, shaking her head about how violent and beastly they were?

The thoughts grew vague as her mind fogged. Her heartbeat, loud and slow in her ears, reminded her she was alive. She willed her limbs to move, but they remained useless. She was going to slip away, a nameless victim killed within rows of cars, discarded and alone.

Suddenly, a wet nose nudged her cheek, then her hand. She opened her eyes enough to see the large gray wolf. Tears welled. Nic hadn’t left her to die alone. He shimmered before her, and she watched in awe as bones contorted, popped, and reformed. It appeared painful and somehow grotesquely beautiful.

His magic pressed against her, and she absorbed a bit. She couldn’t help it. She knew she was close to dying. She’d be ashamed of the forbidden act later.

“Sorry.” She wouldn’t steal any more of his energy.

Nic squatted before her, beautifully naked. “Don’t worry. You need it. I have to get you to a hospital.”

He lifted her into his arms. She felt so weak. So empty. More tears slid down her cheeks as his face blurred and wavered before her.

She needed a supernatural healer, not a hospital. “Mama Tui.”

“You need medical—”

“Medicine can’t help me. I’m dying.”

“You won’t die. I won’t let you.”

His voice was determined. Somehow she believed him. He moved swiftly in the dark. Her eyes closed, and she forced herself to focus as she was jostled. He opened the door to a black SUV and deposited her on the passenger seat.

“Did it help when you touched my spirit wolf before?”

Was that what she’d done when she’d repurposed his life energy? “Yes, but I shouldn’t have. It is forbidden to take someone’s energy the way I did, and I don’t know what damage I’ve caused.”

He took her hand in both of his. Warmth traveled up her arm, and she realized she had been cold since he’d released her.

“My wolf didn’t mind. He liked it.”

Before she could protest again, he shifted, and she automatically reached out and absorbed a little more of his magic. The pressure in her chest eased, and her head cleared. She only took a little, but it was enough. She could make it to Mama Tui.

Able to focus again, she watched as Nic pulled on a shirt and pants. Where had he hidden clothes? She missed the warmth from his body. She was so cold.

“Better?”

She nodded. He closed her door before walking around the SUV to the driver’s side. He pulled his cell phone from the glove compartment and dialed.

“This is Detective Lobo. There has been an attack at 4902 Talen Lane.”

He was a detective. If he hadn’t been there, she would be dead now. Was it his role as a policeman allowing him to help her? Or was it something intrinsic about Nic? Was this wolf a better person than most witches she knew? He’d come back for her, gathered her up, and was helping her get help. He’d even allowed her to steal his magic without trying to kill her.

She stared at him as he made his call. His midnight hair was cut close on the sides and longer on the top. His golden skin stretched taut across his strong jaw as he rattled off information and orders over the phone. His hand dwarfed his cell phone.

Ending his call, he glanced at her. His deep brown eyes showed his concern.

“Thank you, Nic.”

“We’re a few miles away from the healer.” He slid his hand along her arm and then released her to grip the wheel.

So he wasn’t good with gratitude. He would have hers forever.

Copyright © Stormie Kent


 About the Author:

Stormie Kent is the author of romance with paranormal, science-fiction, and contemporary elements. She resides on the east coast of the USA, and spends many of the most enjoyable hours of her day reading and writing. Her books are filled with rugged shifters and warrior men who seek their destiny with the women who fiercely love them. Stormie has imagined a world of magic and adventure, where you might just have a passionate encounter with a witch, wolf shifter, warlord, or space pirate. All you have to do is pick your pleasure.





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Monday, June 29, 2015

Giveaway: Sarai’s Fortune by Abigail Owen



Hello All! And thank you so much to Fang-tastic Books for having me. I’m here promoting my latest release, Sarai’s Fortune, a paranormal romance featuring mountain lion shifters.

My heroine in this tale, is Sarai Bouchard. She is one of the rare shifters who also possesses an additional supernatural ability – in this case, she’s a Seer. For Sarai, this gets her into trouble in more than one way. In particular, she sees that no matter what path she chooses either she dies, or her lover dies. You’ll have to read more to find out what happens. J
Those shifters with additional powers are called Kuharte. I thought it might be fun to share a bit about each type and then give you a quiz to let you find out what kind of Kuharte you would be in the Shadowcat Nation.

The term, Kuharte, is Iroquois one meaning “through a light.” Her people chose that word because Healers (another type of Kuharte) glow when they heal – at least, their hands do. There are six known kinds of Kuharte in this series of books (a few others might pop up – who knows!).

Seer

The ability to see the future is a responsibility and a privilege.  Seers get glimpses, sometimes years ahead, sometimes hours of not only their futures, but of other's as well. The future is not set in stone, allowing the Seer to manipulate the outcomes (sometimes). But there might be "holes" to what you can see. Seers also divine which couples are Fated Mates, and do their best to help them find each other. Seers tend to be one of the more common Kuharte.

Healer

Healers are one of the most coveted Kuharte to have in your dare in the Shadowcat Nation (for hopefully obvious reasons). Healers don't always heal wounds. Sometimes they heal disease or emotions. The act of healing can take a physical toll, which can be problematic when your people keep getting into massive fights. Healers tend to be one of the more common Kuharte.

Seducer
A Seducer gets exactly what they want without trying. People are naturally drawn to them and they can wield heavy influence over minds (though not hearts, though they can fake the feeling). They act like a drug on their intended targets. This can be a lonely power, though, never knowing who likes you for you.

Persuader

A persuader is someone who can influence others to do their bidding. It is a subtle skill and one that doesn't always work on strong minds. Given the right environment, a Persuader can have a BIG effect on an outcome. Being trusted is hard to come by for Persuaders because others never know if their power was involved.

Knower

A Knower is someone who can access the facts-centers of brains. Brains are like the internet to them only they don't need wifi to hook in. Knowers are powerful allies when scheming or planning. Knowers deal with constant headaches and can feel overwhelmed by their knowledge and often have trouble discerning fact from assumption in the minds they access.. Knowers are one of the rarest Kuharte.

Dreamer

Dreamers have the ability to enter other's dreams and either watch or manipulate.  They need to be close to the person who's dream they enter. They never dream themselves and can find themselves trapped inside other's minds because of their fascination with the imagery.  Dreamers are one of the rarest Kuharte.

Take the quiz and find out what kind of Kuharte you are! Share in the comments. I’d love to hear. J



Sarai’s Fortune
Shadowcat Nation
Book 2
Abigail Owen

Genre: paranormal romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Number of pages: 246
Word Count: 60,000

Book Description:

Zac Montclair's first priority is to protect his people. With the escalating war between factions of shifters over land and resources, he has agreed to an alliance between his polar bears and the Shadowcat Nation of cougar shifters. But the treaty comes with a condition…he must accept one of their Seers into his Timik and put her under his personal protection.

Sarai Bouchard doesn't need her supernatural gift to know that Kyle Carstairs's obsession with controlling her ability will eventually result in her misery and demise. Her power is essential to her people's survival, so when Kyle goes rogue, she's sent to Zac Montclair to keep her safe. However, her visions reveal that while staying will lead to their becoming lovers, it also leads to his death. Leaving Zac will result in her own.

If Sarai can't find a way to change the future, she will be forced to choose…save her lover or save herself.


Excerpt Book 2:
Sarai concentrated on precise, sharp movements with as much power as she could muster. She’d only been working out for ten minutes or so. She’d started the day similarly  yesterday. She cooked breakfast, eating with the guys. She dragged George and Scott on more sightseeing trips. Today she’d decided to explore a small portion of Central Park. She didn’t try to lose them this time. When they’d got home, they’d hit the gym.
Now, Sarai tuned out Scott and George—who were sparring across the way from her—to focus on her own drills.
“How about you try that out on a man who moves and reacts.”
Sarai spun on her heel to find Zac standing behind her. He was wearing running pants and a tight tank top, which meant she didn’t need to use her imagination to picture the muscles of his arms and chest. They were on display. Her own personal show. Sarai swallowed.
Then she computed what he’d said. How was she going to get out of this? The truth was she couldn’t spar. Her visions messed her up. But that was a secret she had no intention of sharing with three people.
“Not really a good idea.”
He stared at her for a long moment. Then he glanced over her shoulder at George and Scott who’d stopped to listen. “I’ve got this, fellas. Why don’t you go back up to the apartment?”
There was no doubt in her mind that was a command, not a suggestion. Clearly the guys thought so too. She watched them leave the room with wide eyes.
As the door closed behind them, Zac’s hands landed on her shoulders, turning her to face them. “Okay, kuluk. It’s just you and me now. What are you not saying?”
Sarai had never felt this vulnerable in her life. Or this scared. This man got to her in a way no one else ever had. How was she supposed to resist that?
“Why is this so important to you?”
He moved his hands from her shoulders to frame her face, his fingers threading through the dark blond strands of her hair. “Keeping you safe is important to me. I need to know how much you can defend yourself if you have to. It will help me determine just what I need to prepare for. No surprises. Okay?”
Sarai took a deep breath. He couldn’t have meant it that way. Just the thought of being important to this big, strong man connected with the frightened, lonely little girl who’d spent her life just trying to survive. But she couldn’t think that way. She had to leave him, and that knowledge made her want to cry.
Seeing her hesitation, he brushed her cheeks softly with the pads of his thumbs. “Let me help you with this burden,” he murmured softly, his voice a hypnotic, deep rumble.
Sarai bit her lip. Sharing this with him really wasn’t that big a deal. She knew she could trust him.
On a deep inhale, she gave a tiny nod and started talking before she could change her mind. “Okay.”
He gave her one of those rare little half-smiles, making her suddenly very glad she had agreed to capitulate. Thankfully, he released her and stepped back, giving her room to breathe.


About the Author:

Award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance author, Abigail Owen was born in Greeley, Colorado, and raised in Austin, Texas. She now resides in Northern California with her husband and two adorable children who are the center of her universe.

Abigail grew up consuming books and exploring the world through her writing. A fourth generation graduate of Texas A&M University, she attempted to find a practical career related to her favorite pastime by earning a degree in English Rhetoric (Technical Writing). However, she swiftly discovered that writing without imagination is not nearly as fun as writing with it.

Website/Blog: http://abigailowen.com/




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Guest Blog and Giveaway: Hunter of Her Heart by Kaylie Newell





The importance of junk food consumption while writing…  I think this is a sorely overlooked literary topic.  Yes, us romance writers will be the first to tell you via blog post how crucial coffee is.  How important it is to have a zen filled writing space (insert sound of crashing waves here), or even how the presence of our feline friends can actually increase word count (when they’re not napping on the keyboard).

But stuffing our face with chocolate or Cheetos, while trying not to drop any down our bra?  This is the part of the writer’s day you might not hear much about.  But it’s significant none the less. 

Take me for instance.  My junk food of choice is donuts.  And hot chocolate.  (I also enjoy Ding Dongs, but for some reason think of these as a late afternoon/early evening snack and can’t bring myself to partake before nine a.m.)  But I digress...  

My morning donut and steaming cup of cocoa are my little buddies.  They’re with me when I open my laptop, check Facebook, return emails and finally get down to the business of writing (however, they’re not with me very long.  Especially the donut).  They’re my comfort foods, the ones that I associate with romantic fiction and cellulite.  Yes, it’s a mixed bag.  It’s not all roses, especially when swim suit season comes around.  But it’s how I roll.  And I’m guessing it’s how a lot of authors roll too, even if they don’t readily admit it.

Writing can be a tough gig.  It can be a lonely gig.  Having a routine, especially one with a sugary reward, can make all the difference in the world.

So this is me, raising my donut high, dropping my hot chocolate onto my new white jeans and saying, “Thank you junk food!  For feeding my creativity every morning and leaving me more satisfied for it!”     


Hunter of Her Heart
Kaylie Newell

Release Date: 6/23/15
Genre: Paranormal

Publisher: Entangled

Tagline: To love a bad boy is to love the beast inside him…

About the Book:

Bad boy Zane Wolfe has always been wild and reckless. Even though he’s hot for his high school sweetheart, Candi Brooks, settling down has never been in his plans. Beyond that, he’s changing in strange ways—and begins to wonder if there's truth to the local folklore that claims his family is cursed to be werewolves...

There's never been a time when waitress Candi didn't have a serious weakness for Zane and his intense, dark sex appeal. She craves him. But after her life changes dramatically, and Zane won’t commit, Candi’s reached her limit. She can't wait forever...so she's taking her heart off the table before it gets good and broken.

Something mysterious is going on in Wolfe Creek, and danger stalks Candi. Zane will do anything he can to protect her. But the one person she needs protection from might just be him…


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About the Author:

For Kaylie Newell, writing ranks right up there with the things she loves most in life- falling somewhere behind her family, but ahead of Bradley Cooper (which says a lot).  She fell in lust with the romance genre when she was about thirteen and began sneaking her mother’s paperbacks from the bedside table.  After acne, college, marriage and kids, she decided to take a crack at writing one herself.  Turned out to be the best adventure she’s ever taken.  When she’s not dreaming up her next book, she’s usually eating chocolate or walking the family mutt.  In that order.

Author Website/Blog: www.kaylienewell.com

Author Twitter: @KaylieNewell


Author Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/KaylieNewell




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