Sean Quaid’s brothers don’t think he is very shifter-friendly. He certainly does not seem happy that they have both married and haven’t been showing up to work. Victoria Bensen wants nothing more than to cool him down and get him to stop making such a scene at Gunther’s Bar.
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There it was, in all its bright, gold glory. Sprinkled with purple and blue. He hadn’t seen its like since Dorika left the world. Tears sprang to his eyes. The woman who held Dorika’s soul stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” |
Carly Penn is thrilled when her older brother, Joe, marries her dear friend, Kaylee, with the help of the 1Night Stand service. Now, looking for a final bout of passion to carry her through as terminal cancer steals her life, she’s turned to Madame Eve for herself. She doesn’t expect a happy ending, just a single night to remember as she faces the end of her days.His date hadn’t arrived on time. He sighed. No matter. He could go out and obtain a woman for the night if she truly stood him up, and Madame Eve most assuredly would refund his money. She ran a reputable business that had many positive reviews on the Internet. The door to the hotel room opened softly, and he turned to regard the female standing there. She smelled clean and sweet, like she’d recently showered with unscented soap. He preferred women to smell just as they were. Already, he thought highly of his unnamed date. Stepping forward, he bent his head to nod. A pretty girl—she stood about five-foot-five—with nearly black hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin tone appeared to be tinged with olive. Someone in her background had been Mediterranean. Curvaceous as a woman should be, she approached him with her head held high, confidence in her every step. He took her hand and bent over to kiss it, surprised by the little gasp she released. Her reaction told him she did not spend much time with old-fashioned men. Opening his eyes to the power he’d been given when he’d been made a vampire, he examined the woman’s soul. Humans didn’t realize that a light force surrounded their bodies—oh, some called them auras—but in reality, what he saw was a touch of their soul in that light. Everyone had one, even him, which was how he knew that although he no longer lived as a human, he still existed in the light of divine. He’d seen Dorika’s just once before she’d died. They’d had one night together before the vampire who’d changed him had taken her life in an episode so violent he’d never seen the like since—and he’d seen a lot of horror. With her last gasp of air, she’d whispered to him that she would be reborn. Now, in her honor, he checked the soul of every woman he came in contact with. That had proven to be a lot of people and not one of them Dorika. He checked his date’s so-called aura, expecting to glance quickly and get on with the night, when the air suddenly disappeared out of the room. There it was, in all its bright, gold glory. Sprinkled with purple and blue. He hadn’t seen its like since Dorika left the world. Tears sprang to his eyes. The woman who held Dorika’s soul stared at him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” The sounds of New York City tinged her low, husky voice. “Yes.” He swallowed. “You’re here.” |
Co-writing
We get a lot of questions about co-writing. How does the process work? Do we fight with one another? Who writes what? Hopefully today we can answer some of those questions. April and I simply work great together. I honestly think that it takes a certain type of personality to be able to co-write. We have very mellow personalities; we don’t sweat the small stuff. If we don’t agree on something 100%, then we do not move forward with the story until we do agree. We have never had any major fights, ever. When writing we of course plot chapter by chapter. We split the chapters up by calling out whichever chapter sounds most appealing to the person. Then each of us write the chapters, then swap and put our personal touch in them. We always love what the other writes but if we don’t then we talk about how we could change it to where we both love it. Then there are always final edits were we put our final thoughts in. Co-writing is definitely a give/receive type of relationship. You must love that partner as family because when writing a book with one another you pretty much birthed a child together. We can honestly say it is a lifetime friendship.
Blurb
Azaleigh's life is simple until, by chance, she meets Kale. Charming and handsome, Az is immediately drawn to him. But long kept secrets lurk in the hearts of those Az holds most dear, and dangerous plans are unfolding around her. As her life begins to crumble and Kale disappears, Gage, charismatic and striking, arrives, providing a calm port in an increasingly violent storm. But with every narrow escape from a far from human bounty hunter who's after her life, Az begins to unravel a secret with the power to change her forever. In an increasingly hostile world of Angel and Fallen, Azaleigh must navigate her own path, chose her own side, and ultimately protect her heart. Faced with two gorgeous men, an enemy she doesn’t know, and a future she cannot understand, Az must make a choice—the man she loves, or the man she cannot live without.
Author Bio’s
Danielle Hylton-Outland was raised in Virginia. She grew up having a huge appetite for daydreaming; always wanting to live in the spectacular worlds she created in her mind. She now lives with her husband and dog where she is pursuing a degree in literature. Danielle is a strong animal activist. She is currently co-writing the second book in the Flesh Series, "Flesh and Flames".
April Fifer grew up in a small town in Virginia, where it was common practice believing that dreams could only be found in stories. At the age of seven she was diagnosed with dyslexia. She was told that she would struggle through life and would never pick up a book to read for pleasure. Although school was hard, she was able to find her way with the help of two teachers who taught her self-discovery. Ignoring what she was taught growing up, she turned it around and found that your dreams could become stories.
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Book Trailer
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He wanted her. “You’re going to be a problem. Aren’t you?” Her accent sounded British, but not upper crust and stuffy. No, the little woman spoke like she’d stepped right out the back alleys of London and had no problem with that whatsoever. Her eyes dared him to argue. |
You can buy it here. A mission to find his brother sends Scott Quaid to Gunther’s Bar, but a storm has emptied the place of everyone except a beautiful shifter hot enough to dry his damp leathers. |
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Excerpt contains graphic content~Holy Shit. He wanted her. “You’re going to be a problem. Aren’t you?” Her accent sounded British, but not upper crust and stuffy. No, the little woman spoke like she’d stepped right out the back alleys of London and had no problem with that whatsoever. Her eyes dared him to argue. He didn’t intend to. “I’m searching for my brother.” She gazed right and left. “Doesn’t seem to be here. Sorry.” Scott rolled his eyes. “Obviously.” “I’m Nancy Elwood.” She stepped out from behind the bar. “Nancy.” He didn’t know why he felt the need to repeat her name. Maybe because, for some weird reason, it felt good on his tongue. Like her pussy would. He blinked at the thought. Wow. How long has it been since I’ve gone to bed with a woman? Weeks earlier. Not fabulous either. But not long enough to warrant such juvenile inner dialogue. “I’m Scott Quaid.” The bartender walked past him to an old-fashioned jukebox. She studied it for a moment, giving him a glance of her fine ass. After a second, she tuned it to a song he didn’t recognize. Something country-western, but with a club beat. He hadn’t known such music existed. I need to get out more. She approached until she stood directly below him. With his six feet of height, she stared up from a long way down. After a quick raise of her eyebrow, she grinned. “You’re tall. Are you big everywhere?” “Are you small everywhere? I like to explore tiny places.” All right. That seemed pretty fucking random. She licked her lips and threw her apron on the ground. His mouth dried again. “I’m trying to find my brother. He’s missing. Hasn’t turned up for work in a week. The last night I spoke to him, he planned on going here.” “Maybe he took a vacation. I hear it’s good for the soul.” |
Here are 6 Sentences from Darkest Wolf, the seventh book in the Westervelt Wolves series. Fate has chosen and she is perfect. In another second his inner-canine might start growling at him. Rex couldn’t remember the last time he and his other half had been so at odds with one another. It had been decades at least.
He sighed. She’s a witch.
