Book Trailer Tour: The Becoming Series by Jess Raven & Paula Black

Becoming Red (#1)

By Jess Raven and Paula Black

Genre: Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance

Blurb:

‘You got me back. You always said you would.’
Ash DeMorgan, graduate, orphan, ice maiden, has long since consigned the fairytale nightmares of a troubled childhood to the realm of fantastical childish imagination. 
Now, lured back to Dublin, the scene of her tragic past, Ash encounters a city pulsing under the dangerous sexual influence of a new street drug the locals call Rave. Nothing is as it seems. Ash is about to discover that her nightmares are real, ancient Irish myths are larger than life and roaming the streets of the medieval city, and she has become the prey in their erotic hunt. A step back into her past is about to become a high adrenaline race for survival.
Connal Savage, outcast, assassin, and living, breathing hunk of ancient mythology, has lived a thousand years servicing a debt of revenge. Dead inside. Until he encounters his boss’s granddaughter, an infuriating woman who threatens to lead him to hell with all his good intentions, who manages to chip away at the hard encrusted defences of a lifetime spent at war and burrow herself deep into a part of him that hasn’t breathed for centuries. He is about to discover that when it comes down to the wire, when you’re bargaining with the Grim Reaper for the life of the one you love, you will do anything... 

Book one of The Becoming series. A new voice in paranormal fantasy and romance.
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Excerpt:

Planting her knees either side of his hips, she hovered, her hair falling to obscure her face as she fumbled around in his jeans pockets. A spasm of muscle moved under her palm and her eyes flicked to his face. Steel grey eyes stared up at her. Ash let out a little hiss and jerked her hands from his pockets.

'You know, Beautiful, if you wanted to sit in my lap, you only had to ask nicely.’

The intruder was awake. And she was stupid. Had she expected him to just stay dead? Of course not. In horror movies, the crazy guy always came back. He looked a little stunned, though, and she played the advantage. She reached for his hands like she was reaching for a cobra. One wrong move and he could have her neck snapped like a chicken’s. Settling her weight into her ass, Ash pounced. In a strike that looked far easier in the movies, she pinned his wrists over his head.

She let herself be deluded that it was her super-strength keeping the giant man on her floor, but in the back of her mind she knew her attempts were futile. He must be three times her size, at least. His lips quirked in what looked like amusement. No burglar should look so kissable. The bastard was playing with her, letting her believe she had the upper hand, when in reality, he was probably planning to kill her.

‘I’m all for a little rough foreplay,’ he said huskily, ‘but don’t you think knocking me out defeats the purpose? Unless you’re into the seriously kinky shit ... Is that it, Angel? You like it kinky?’ His tone was pure mischief. ‘You know I could have you on your back in a heartbeat, and I wouldn’t even break a sweat?’ he said.

‘Why don’t you then?’ she challenged.

‘Oh I’m going nowhere,’ he smirked. ‘I like the view from where I am. Just. Fine.’

Her furious gaze snapped to his, and the heat in his eyes had a flush crawling up her throat.

'Care to tell me with whom I have the pleasure?' he drawled, his lids hooding eyes that darkened perceptibly the longer he stared at her.

Ash glared back at him, hoping to burn a hole in his ... do not think ridiculously handsome ... face.  Man breaks into her house, and she was the one being interrogated? The guy had some nerve. ‘Who the hell are you?’ she demanded.

'I would be the one you just assaulted with a deadly -’ his gaze whipped to where the weapon lay abandoned on the floor, ‘-frying pan? God damn … Crazy girl.’ His lips pursed, and she knew he was fighting the urge to laugh out loud.

‘This crazy girl will happily use it again to bludgeon that smirk off your face,’ she retorted.

Their eyes connected and their wills locked horns. He gave in to his amusement and laughed in her face.

Oooohhhh ... infuriating burglar! Ash shoved at him hard, his laughter flexing his arms in her grip until he slipped her restraint completely. Her hands collided with a wall of packed in muscle that belonged in mythology. Even through the fabric of his shirt, the man was clearly ripped. No Musclemania steroid bulk, but hard, chiselled power, the kind of muscle a tiger owned, honed by hunting and killing and ... Probably not the best thread to follow there, girl. If he’s a killer, he isn’t going to start purring for you.

‘You can let me go, Angel,’ he said, ‘I promise not to bite.’  

Becoming Bad (#2)

By Jess Raven and Paula Black

Genre: Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance

Blurb:

How do you fight the monster when it is inside of you?

The black lake beneath Dublin’s medieval city holds a secret. Imprisoned there for millennia, an ancient race of demi-gods have found a way to the surface and are preying on humans to feed their sexual appetites. Hunted to near-extinction, these half-men, half-beasts have been without a single female to breed a new generation. Until now.

All her life, Ashling DeMorgan feared her dreams. She kept her head buried in ancient mythology, because the real world seemed so much scarier. On returning to Dublin to settle her invalid grandmother’s affairs, Ash discovered a city plagued by the same wolf-like creatures that killed her mother. Their bite is like sexual heroin and Ash has been bitten. Now she is trapped in a waking nightmare, with the monster who ordered the death of the only man she’s ever loved. Made to doubt if she ever really knew the assassin-turned-guardian who stole her heart and gave his life for hers, Ash finds herself betrayed by her own changing body.

In a dangerous world of suspicion and divided loyalties, Ash must come to terms with what she is becoming. Worse still, her infuriatingly arrogant captor may just prove to be her most unlikely ally in what will become a life and death race for survival.

MacTire, king of a once formidable race, has lived his life in the shadow of a half-brother who took everything from him. Connal Savage seduced his mate and engineered a genocide that all but exterminated their species. Finally, he has a chance at retribution. Connal’s woman is his for the taking. But are the bonds of brotherhood so easily severed and are the ghosts of the past ever truly dead and buried, or will they come back to haunt him?

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‘Don’t go getting hearts in your eyes, Wolf-Boy. What happened between us back in the temple was nothing.’

He pursued her across the room. ‘That was not nothing.’

Defiance kicked her chin up, made her brandish the red paddle brush more firmly. She set her face into its cold mask. ‘Less than nothing. About as satisfying as a good sneeze. I should have known all that pumped-up muscle was compensating for something.’ Her eyes dipped to where his lower half was encased in studded brown leather, and she quirked him a pointed look. Her lips curled in a smirk as his expression clouded and his stance shifted. Displayed to his full advantage, the King really was ripped, but his arrogance, and the creepy dead wolf draping his broad shoulders, evoked disgust more than feminine appreciation.

‘You lie.’ Mac’s jaw twitched.

‘Did I touch a nerve, Mac? Wounded your little boy ego? You can’t even compete with your brother. And he’s dead.’ Steel laced the last word, fortified by her ire.

Mac’s jaw hinged open in a gape.

‘Nobody has ever said no to you, have they?’ she said. ‘You think it’s your God-given birthright to be handed everything you want on a platter. You’re nothing but a spoiled, over-privileged brat.’

She jerked something from the pocket fold of her dress and his eyes followed the motion. Rebelliously, she fastened the cord around her neck, the coin nestling at the base of her throat.

The dare was all in her eyes: Come on, take it from me.

‘Connal was never ruined,’ she told him. ‘His adversity made him stronger, a real man, and that scared the ever living crap out of you guys, didn’t it? That’s the real reason you killed him. Get this into your thick skull, Mac. I. Don’t. Want. You.’

Mac ran a hand down his bristled jaw and the handsome bastard had the nerve to look smug. ‘I think the lady doth protest too much,’ he laughed.

Her hands flew up, grabbing the air in front of him like she was going to wring his neck. ‘Oh my God! Your arrogance never fails to astound me,’ she hissed.

The frozen snarl of his wolf-scarf mashed into her chest a second before Mac’s lips descended on hers in a vicious kiss, possession bruising her mouth as she was hauled up against the wall of his muscle. He rode the iron rope of his erection to her belly and heat bloomed at the apex of her thighs.

Son of a bitch. Every time.

Becoming Blood (#3)

To be released December 2013

Author Bio:

The writing duo of Jess and Paula met online through their mutual love of paranormal and urban fantasy romance. They sparked creatively and have been writing together for the past three years. Paula lives in Dublin, Ireland with her family. She set aside a career in medicine to raise her three children. Jess lives in Manchester, England with her mother and dog, Simi. When she isn’t writing up worlds with Paula, she’s a wedding planner for a large retail store.

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Spotlight: Unselfish Sacrifice by S.E. Kloos

Unselfish Sacrifice

By

S.E. Kloos

Blurb:
A passing thought cost him everything he held dear to his heart. Ripped out of the world he knew and thrust into a new setting with changes he didn’t understand, Kael finds himself a Fallen and struggles to come to terms with his new existence in the world. A choice and an intervention brings out his darker side and throws him into a whirlwind of possessive intent. Can one human female show him that Heaven is just an idea and can be found anywhere? Or -- will the fall from Grace ultimately destroy him? Is there one action that could right all wrongs and offer redemption, or will the draw of having whatever you want with no consequences be too much to ignore? Can a Fallen Angel choose to make an unselfish sacrifice or will he turn his back on his old beliefs and embrace his newfound freedom?

Excerpt:
Prologue
Pain the Devil himself couldn’t conjure wracked my whole body, disorienting to the point I couldn’t keep my balance. A grunt slipped past my lips as my shoulder hit hard against the brick wall next to me. The world spun and tilted as I dropped to my hands and knees. I panted hard as another shot of blinding agony shot down my spine, my hand grabbing my chest where my heart thundered under the skin. It was an odd feeling to be certain. Not one day in my centuries of existence has it once known a beat and now it was flying, pounding so hard I was pretty sure it was about to beat out of my chest. While the pain was agony personified, it was the blistering heat that surrounded me that made this all the worse. Sweat beaded on my brow and upper lip, sliding down my neck and dripping from the tip of my nose to splatter on ground below. I thought for sure I was on fire with no flames. I clenched my jaw even harder to try and block the escape of the scream that clawed at my throat, but it was to no avail. Never in my life had I made such a sound and I never wish to do so again. The noise bounced off the walls and radiated back inside my pounding skull. My vision blurred with every throb, going dark to bright in time with the beat only I could hear. I was being punished by God and tortured by Satan for a trespass that seemed so insignificant in comparison. A quick glance and a fleeting thought couldn’t possibly have invoked something so horrific, so profound as to be forced to endure this. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. I have spent millennia bowing down and following every command, every whim of my Creator and this is my repayment for servitude; being cast out of my home, away from the only thing I have ever known. Where was the love and forgiveness that is given to others in spades? Was my kind not afforded it? Were we held so far and high above humanity that we were held to different standards? If all things were created equal, where the hell was the equality this time? ‘The next Lucifer’ He had called me. ‘You’re following his path’ He had said. I was not. That was not my intention to give Him the perceived notion that I would ever try and overstep my bounds. Lucifer was jealous of humans, I wasn’t. I didn’t want what they had. My pleas and explanations fell on deaf ears, however. He wouldn’t hear it, wouldn’t take a moment to listen and reconsider. His mind was made up, set in its decision that I was beyond saving. Maybe I was. Perhaps he had seen something in me that I hadn’t seen in myself. Regardless of that though, I still felt slighted and misrepresented. The fact I could feel this way, paired with the torture I feel in mind and body, proves that this is real, that I have lost everything. It proves I have fallen. Struck with such a realization, the pain and anguish that ran through my veins morphed in that moment, turning into anger and resentment. More demon than angel, I lifted my head, letting my eyes scope out my surroundings as the physical pain subsided. Panting still from the transformation, I lifted myself to sit on my hunches. A weight on my back drew my attention over my shoulder, my eyes sliding shut in final mourning of my prior life as the proof stared back at me. My once pure white wings were now a coal color gray. Opening my eyes again, I sat and stared in mortified shock as they darkened by the second. Soon they would reflect the darkness that was introduced into my heavy heart. So, this was what it felt like to know that you’re really banished, that you really did lose it all. I once felt light enough to walk on air. Now, I have such a weight that even getting to my feet seems an impossible task. With a sigh and a shake of my head, I climbed to my feet. There was no way I could stay here in the open. I needed to find a place to hide, a place to reflect and see what, if anything, was left of who I was yesterday.

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Spotlight: Azerline Wilson Introduces Us to her Mini Novel Collection

The Wrong Woman...Or Is She?

By

Azerline Wilson

 
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Meet the Characters:

John
No good! Dog! Dirty! and Liar! Those are the words that hunted John for years and those are the words that he tried so desperately to get rid of in the mind of the women he dated. Everyone always think of men doing wrong in a relationship but never remember how sneaky and conniving women can be. John has been misunderstood by women based on their past relationships, and has tried so hard to get rid of the myth that all men are the same. John grew up with both parents in the home and the only boy among four sisters, he watched how his father treated his mother with love and respect, he also watched how his sister's boyfriends treated them, how upset they got after catching them in a lie and/or with other women. Crying and hearing them talk about how they didn't care once they were found out, John heard their pain and vowed to his self that the bothers of the women he date would never have to hear their sisters in such pain. All John wants is to be, curious, understanding, loving and true to one woman. So how did that go?
Richard
Suave and cool Richard Townsend player to the end, love them and leave them was his motto. He just could never make a connection with any woman, so he decided he didn't have to. As a child his mother left him when he was five and because of him thinking his mother didn't want him, he grew a hatred for women and had no respect for them. That is how he is able to be with with a woman and toss her aside.
Jessica
Jessica got pregnant at an young age and from that moment on her life changed. She dropped out of college at the age of twenty and had a hard time getting a job. She struggled most of her life, financially as we as personally. Everytime she would think she has a good relationship, once they find out about her baby, it was over. After that happening so many times, she has put up a wall considering men, but when that wall is torn down, can she handle it? 
Karen
Karen was always a pampered princess growing up as the daughter of a lawyer and judge everything she wanted she got. On her third birthday she had a party and a merry-go-round with real ponies. Servants at her beck and call for whatever she wish, so you can see that she doesn't know the meaning of the word "No" but once she leaves the comfort of home, can she adjust?
Allison
Your typical woman, Allison grew up in a middleclass home with both parents. Having good old-fashion morals, as a little girl Allison had the typical dream that all girls have of finding that special man to share the rest of her life with. 

About the Author:
My story is quite simple, The way I come into writing is after years of watching soap operas and reading countless numbers of romantic novels. After reading and watching characters come to life, I really love the idea of letting go of all my stress and escape the pressures of life by stepping into the shoes of another person, another life. Writing allows me to create a new world and make characters come to life and that is what I want to convey to the readers, so they to can escape the pressures of life, if only for a moment.

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Spotlight: Wendy Ferraro, Author of the Hamden Series

Wendy Ferraro Introduces us to her Hamden Series

Three of Hearts On Sale Now Just $.99 on Amazon & B&N

Blurb:
Dylan Cross is the type of man that enjoys everything female, and enjoy it he does, but always on his terms. However, his terms are pushed to their limit when Natalie Parker proposes an offer; teach her and her delectable little body, all about sex and desire. There is one catch. He has to play the part of Natalie’s madly in love boyfriend for her dying mother. Dylan signs on, and finds that separating the two is harder than he thought. Natalie’s days of shyness and lack of confidence come to a quick close as she learns what her body craves and demands in the bedroom. Soon, Dylan becomes the student as Natalie teaches him things he didn’t even know he wanted. Will Hamden’s notorious playboy, bachelor be able to keep calling the shots, or will he find that, he, himself, is just another player at the card game of life, as we all are.

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Can’t Get You Off My Mind by Lenny Kravitz

Nothing Left to Lose by Mat Kearney

Underneath Your Clothes by Shakira

Best of You by Foo Fighters

Somebody that I Used To Know by Gotye featuring Kimbra

Temporary Bliss by The Cab

I Like It by Enrique Iglesias featuring Pitbull

Say You’ll Haunt Me by Stone Sour

Clarity by Zedd featuring Foxes

Blurb:
Lola Nash’s life edges on safe and controlled, containing few people; her brother, Boyd, a handful of friends and the facility for special needs children where she volunteers, called Aaron’s Place.  However, a chance meeting shatters her control when she learns someone else’s closely held secret.  The kind of secret causing her explicit and sexy dreams, all centering around Wes Thompson; known as Adonis in the ultra-exclusive world of the sex club, Olympus.  Wes is intrigued by the voluptuous beauty who won’t give him the time of day. Like the God he emulates, he has never been the type to give in when he wants something or someone; Lola is exactly what he wants.  Is Lola the one that can bring a God to his knees or will Wes conquer her, and then walk away as planned?  Is the chance at love worth the cost of giving up everything you hold important?  When the cards are down, will Wes and Lola call or fold?

Blurb:
In Three of Hearts, Mae Turney is searching for the type of life and happiness she has never known but has only dreamed about. She’s fortunate enough to find a great opportunity to live in an exterior apartment of a beautiful lake house in a small town in Vermont. When she realizes the apartment and scenery are not the only gorgeous appeal but the home owner, Seth Finn, is as well, she puts it all on the line for the chance at love.
When she becomes comfortable and confident in her own skin and sexuality, Mae realizes that this place and this man is exactly what she came looking for. Knowing Seth and his three children are as special as they come, Mae bets the house, and prays she and her gamble are enough.

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 Glad You Came by The Wanted

All Over You by Live

4 Minutes by Madonna

Head Over Feet by Alanis Morissette

Give Me Everything by Pitbull Featuring Ne-Yo, Afrojack and Nayer

Too Close by Alex Clare

Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes featuring Adam Levine

You Found Me by The Fray

Dream On by Aerosmith

About the Author:
Wendy lives in New England with her young family.  She's a stay at home mom to two very active children.  For all of you who are familiar with the stress of this job, she decided to complete an item on her bucket list and write a book.  When she's not writing, you will find her cooking, reading, shopping or being silly with the kids.  In her opinion, one of life’s greatest pleasure is being able to get lost in a book.
Wendy wishes you all happy reading and hopes you fall in love with the men of Hamden.


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Spotlight: Fuzzy Business by Amelia Ritner

Fuzzy Business

By 

Amelia Ritner

Blurb:
In the near future, America is slowly becoming populated with a new minority: men and women who, at their parents' behest, were genetically altered in the womb to exhibit the appearance of anthropomorphic animals. Miara is a humanimal, a woman just like anyone else, except with feline features and some feline abilities. She accidentally witnesses a murder in the San Francisco Bay Area, and is subsequently kidnapped by the man she sees fleeing the scene. She is then forced to help him find a way to prove his innocence, but he couldn't possibly be telling the truth... could he?



Excerpt:

“I’m not here to hurt you. I need you to trust me on that,” he continued, still not looking directly at me.

I tried to bite his hand. He winced, and squeezed my cheeks viciously, emitting a low growl of warning.

My eyes must have been as wide as saucers. I trembled with uncertain fear, and looked away when he stared at me. I still couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel him looking at me, assessing the danger of letting my mouth go.

“I need your help,” he said slowly. Then he took his hand off my mouth, though he still held me tightly with his other arm. He used his now free hand to remove the sunglasses. He squinted for a moment in the light, but the sun was on its way down and did not bother him long.

Just as I took another breath in preparation to scream, he said, “Please don’t! I’m innocent. I didn’t kill that man. I need your help.”

That made me pause. He was so close our noses were almost touching. I could smell meat on his breath and my cat instincts were going wild from being so close to a canine.

About the Author:
Amelia Ritner grew up in Northeast Connecticut, where she received a mostly useless English degree. She later moved to the Seattle area of Washington State, then California, before finally moving to the Berkshires with her husband and two children. She currently stays at home with her children and pets, and writes while the kids take a nap.



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