Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Teaser Tuesday - Repossession From Curses, Fates & Soul Mates

Argh. Something happened to my blog posts last week, and this one almost didn't go up again. And I really loved this book and want to share it with you. Of course, I loved all of the books in the Curses, Fates & Soul Mates, but certainly don't want to leave this out. So, my post that was supposed to go up last week...

Curses, Fates & Soul Mates: 5 Paranormal New Adult Novels is no longer on sale, but for $5.99, it's still a steal. You get FIVE full-length novels, after all. That's barely more than a $1 each, compared to buying them individually, which would total $14.95! So if you haven't bought yours, what are you waiting for? They're all AMAZING stories. Get your copy at:

Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

For Teaser Tuesday today, I have an excerpt from Repossession by Rachael Wade, part of the CF&SM bundle.


Book 1 in The Keepers Trilogy

*Recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual situations, language, and mature subject matter* 

New Adult Science Fiction/Apocalyptic/Romance 

Skylla only knows that she has been kidnapped and held prisoner by the foreign invaders and their human allies. And that the world is ending. Or so the humans think. The invaders have made it clear that their arrival is one of hostile intent, and as their takeover spreads, so does the panic across the globe. No one knows how to defeat them, or if it’s even sane to try. 

Jet, Skylla’s human captor, is up for the challenge, though. A traitor in Skylla’s eyes, he is working with them. But Jet has his own agenda; one that doesn’t include babysitting Skylla or helping the enemies. And as the human race struggles to keep the invaders from achieving their goal, Jet and Skylla’s paths collide to reveal the truth behind Skylla’s abduction. 

The invaders are headed for the water. Jet is headed for the water. But that’s the last place Skylla wants to be. That’s where the future of humanity lies, and where the bridge to their yesterdays was burned. On a mission to take back what is rightfully theirs, Earth’s population is determined to make sure this isn’t the end. But some endings were never theirs to begin with.


Rattling the cuffs on the bar over my head, I huffed against the duct tape and used all of my core body strength to twist and contort my upper body, trying every single angle and method I could come up with to break the damn cuffs.

No luck. If only I had more light to work with.

The one thing I had going for me was that I was freestanding; my feet were firmly planted on the soil below. I took advantage and tried spreading my legs to feel around, kicking my heel back to feel a wall or something I could use for leverage. There was nothing. Wiping my sweaty forehead with my shoulder, I inhaled deeply and started rethinking my strategy.

A loud clang came from somewhere in the room, and I froze. The sound of a sliding door? A latch of some sort? I couldn’t tell. Then steps came toward me and my fear spiked, and I was desperate for more light to see what was headed in my direction. I blinked frantically, my chest heaving, disorientation making me dizzy when the lantern on the table fizzed out.

The shuffle of footsteps resumed and something grabbed me by the waist. A garbled scream erupted deep in my throat and a light blinded me before the duct tape over my mouth was ripped off, stinging my lips. Rough fingers—human fingers, I thought—grazed my lips, slowly, as if to soothe them, before pulling the piece of cloth from my dry mouth.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” a low, smooth voice crooned. The light’s brightness lessened, and I realized it was from a flashlight. My captor pulled the flashlight farther away so it wasn’t blinding me anymore. I spit in his face.

“Guess I deserve that. But I could shove this filthy piece of cloth back in your mouth if you want me to.”

“Go to hell.”

“Look around. I’m already there.”

“Why am I here? What do you want? You’re one of them, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m a mutant alien creature here to take you aboard the Mother Ship. I’m packing heat,” he shifted a large machine gun in his other hand, which was strapped over his chest, “which must give it all away, right?”

Piercing blue eyes found mine. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could make out my captor’s face: pale skin, sooty-dark brown hair, a military buzz cut. His thick, muscular build was covered with a ratty, grime-covered black t-shirt and cargo pants, the pockets bulging with gear and other weapons I couldn’t make out.

“That’s not what I meant. I meant you’re one of them. A traitor.”

“I understand how it would seem I’m your enemy, since I’m holding you prisoner at the moment, yes. But I’m not a traitor.”

“Let me go.”

“No can do. I’m here to feed you.”

“Screw you.” I spit in his face again, then tried kicking him in the groin. Given the circumstances and the fact that I’d just lost my parents and my home, it was all too tempting to just give up. To let the despair sink me. But I wouldn’t let that happen. As long as I was still alive, I’d find something to live for. Maybe I didn’t have the mental energy to fight for my own life, but I sure as hell had enough fury to propel me forward in honor of the lives stolen from my parents.

He caught my thigh with ease and steadied it. “Anytime, baby. All you gotta do is ask nicely.”

“Great. Your kind is repulsive and arrogant. What an endearing combination.”

He grabbed my elbow and leaned in, one palm still gripping my thigh. “Hey. I said I’m not a traitor. Don’t start the ‘your kind’ crap, Rambo. Watch your mouth. I’m human, and I’m on the right side, you hear me?”

“Oh, you traitors are far from human, you asshole. Humans might be disloyal and greedy, but when it comes to picking our own species over another, we’re clear on where we stand with that one.”

“My, my. What a potty mouth you have. And what did I just say?”

I yanked my arm from his grasp. “Screw you.”

“If you want me to keep protecting you, you better start treating me just a little bit nicer.” He narrowed his eyes and pinched his fingers in front of me, emphasizing the little bit.

Protect me? Was he serious? Although my hands were bound above me, I was able to return his gesture with my personal favorite, the middle finger.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Teaser Tuesday - Curses, Fates & Soul Mates

Curses, Fates & Soul Mates is still on the charts! Do you have yours yet? If not, hurry! The 99c sale ends Monday, March 17! Get your copy now at:

Two weeks ago, I gave a little tease of Frostbite by Lynn Rush, and last week, a taste of Cursed by R.K. Ryals, both part of the CF&SM bundle. Today, let's take a peek at Return of the Ascendant by Raine Thomas, released for the first time ever in the CF&SM set.

Return of the Ascendant

Part 1 of The Ascendant Series

Expecting to enjoy another typical college night at a frat party with friends, Kyra Vaughn’s plans derail when she’s almost killed…twice. Her savior, a tall, sexy stranger who calls himself TaeDane, claims that he’s the personal bodyguard for the Ascendant of Alametria. She’s convinced he’s crazy.

Especially when he insists that she’s the Ascendant.

With dark enemies hunting her down, Kyra has no choice but to trust her supposed bodyguard. Ty vows to help her remember her past and return her safely to Alametria, but someone seems intent on interfering, challenging his abilities at every turn.

As Kyra’s memories emerge, she remembers that Ty is more to her than he’s let on…much more than he’s allowed to be. She’ll also discover that there are many things about her planet and herself that she’d rather forget. In the end, she’ll have to make a choice: retain all she knows and remain the person she’s become, or sacrifice it all to become the person she’s destined to be.


Blinking over the stranger’s comment, Kyra wondered how he’d known what she was thinking. She shook her head, figuring he’d just made a lucky guess based on the circumstances.

They walked for several feet before her sanity kicked in. She tried to remove her arm from the man’s grasp, but he just held her tighter. While the action should have alarmed her, it didn’t. It sure as hell annoyed her, though.

Giving him a more careful study, she tried to place his face. What little of it she could see as he studied their surroundings seemed somewhat familiar. Had she met him at a party? Was he in one of her classes last year?

That didn’t seem likely. She’d surely have remembered someone as hot as he was.

His gaze moved sharply to hers. She found herself catching her breath as she looked into the most startling silver eyes she’d ever seen. No one could possibly have eyes that color.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

Something flashed in his gaze. Disappointment? Irritation? She couldn’t tell.

He looked away without responding. His pace increased. She got the sense he didn’t want to be alone with her. Insult rose like a tidal wave.

“Okay, that’s far enough,” she commanded.

Her voice sounded louder than she’d intended. She planted her feet, refusing to move another inch until he let her go. Unfortunately, since he was far stronger than she was, he pulled her right out of her shoes and kept going.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” she cried. “Let go of me, asshole!”

Finally, he stopped walking and glanced down at her. She thought he looked puzzled, but then realized she couldn’t read his expression at all. Anger made her face and throat burn as she yanked her arm free.

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are,” she said, stalking back to her shoes, “but you have no right to haul me around like that. These shoes cost me fifty bucks on sale, for crying out loud. Don’t you know how long it takes a college student to save up that kind of money?”

“There is no time for this,” he replied.

There was something formal about his speech, she thought as she put on a shoe. He had a faint accent, as well. Maybe something European? She wondered if they treated women like this wherever he was from and sniffed in disdain.

One of his eyebrows lifted. “I realize I have failed to make a grand impression, but time is of the essence.”

“It sure is,” she said, securing her second shoe and starting forward. “My friends are waiting for me.”

He stepped into her path, making her once again come to a halt. “You saw something in the shadows,” he said.

She started to argue, then glanced over shoulder at the lingering darkness not too far away. Just the sight of it had her skin tingling. Frowning, she turned back and met his gaze.

“I will escort you,” he said.

“To my friends?”


Studying his striking face, she tried to gauge if she was in any danger. Almost immediately, she decided that the only danger she was in was of drooling all over him.

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Teaser Tuesday - Cursed from Curses, Fates & Soul Mates

Curses, Fates & Soul Mates is still on the charts! Do you have yours yet? If not, hurry! The 99c sale ends soon! Get your copy now at:

Last week, I gave a little tease of Frostbite by Lynn Rush, part of the CF&SM bundle. Today, how about a tease from Cursed by R.K. Ryals, another goodie in the box set.


Book 1 in The Thorne Trilogy

A grimoire. A witch. A Demon. 

Ellie Elizabeth Jacobs, often known as Monroe due to her fascination with vintage attire and old movies, is an 18 year-old witch and a darned good one! But there is also something very wrong with her. Demonic energy makes her powers stronger, she has the ability to ward off Demons, and Lucifer wants her. 

Sometimes being bad is better. Or at least that's how Luther "Thorne" Craig feels. The hybrid Demon son of the cursed Cain and the Demon Lilith, Luther is reluctantly sent to New Orleans, Louisiana by his brother, the hybrid Demon ruler of the Outer Levels of Hell, to protect Monroe from Lucifer's searching Hellhounds. 

But what happens when things go wrong? 

In this riveting spin off from R.K. Ryals' Redemption series, Monroe is faced with an old grimoire, an ancient curse, and a journey to discover a family secret that may surprise them all.


Luther watched me, his eyes searching before finally pushing away from the wall. I took a deep breath.

“I want an amulet,” he ordered.

I stared at him. “Excuse me?”
He looked amused. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t stutter.”

There was a bad movie joke there, and I was prepared to make one, but one look at the Demon’s eyes and I knew it wasn’t a good idea.

“Why?” I asked instead.

Luther leaned in again. “I wonder if you know how appealing you are, Ms. Jacobs. Your blood is hard to resist. So, let’s make a trade. You give me an amulet, and I’ll promise not to kill you. Got it?”

I gasped. I knew the sons of Lilith and Cain craved blood. They were like the mythical vampires with the exception that they didn’t need blood to survive. They just liked it.

“I’m not afraid,” I whispered.

“The amulet,” Luther insisted.

His green eyes suddenly shone red, and I looked away again, pulling a piece of twine away from my neck. I pulled it over my head, cursing myself for my weakness. I did fear him, but I was stronger than that. My instincts were telling me to give him the necklace, and I trusted my instincts.

As soon as the quartz touched Luther’s palm, he winced before pulling the makeshift amulet over his head. It landed against his black t-shirt.

“I appreciate that,” he said wryly, before leaning so that both his hands trapped me against the door. “You’re a strong one, Witch. I can feel it.”

One moment, his red eyes watched me, the next his lips were pressed brutally against mine. It was painful, it was brief, and it sent shivers all the way down to my toes.

He pulled away. “For the amulet,” he said wickedly.

And with that, he disappeared.