Monday, November 23, 2015

Silver Belles and Stetsons Western #Romance Christmas Anthology #99cents #Cowboys

Welcome to Sensuous Promos Book Tour for Silver Belles and Stetsons. This holiday boxed set features ten novellas by Amazon best selling and Award-Winning Authors and will be available for only a limited time.

Bestselling and Award-winning authors bring you ten western romance novellas featuring alpha-cowboys from the past. This boxed set will take you back in time when men were rugged and handsome and the women who loved them courageous and daring. 

The Greatest Gift: A Montana Cowboy Christmas by Kathleen Ball. Amazon Bestselling and Award- Wining Author. Looking for the man who ran out on her, Ginger finds a cowboy worthy of love but he doesn't want or need love. 

Stone Mountain Christmas by Caroline Clemmons, Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author. Can Celia restore the town's Christmas spirit? "A beautifully written story about love and hope and all the emotions Christmas brings out in people." Karren Lucas 

Catherine’s Cowboy by Cait Braxton, Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author. During a supernatural dust storm, Fate steps in when rugged army tracker Elam helps Catherine deliver her child. 

Angel and the Texan from County Cork by Carra Copelin. Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author. Does Angel trust marriage to the man she suspects of killing her husband or the stranger who promises to pay off her debt and set her free if she decides their marriage of convenience won’t work? 

The Drifter’s Proposal by Kristin Holt, Amazon Bestselling Author. The baker's man is home for Christmas... "Compelling. Heartwarming. Tender." ~Diane Darcy, USA Today Bestselling Author 

The Perfect Gift by Lyn Horner, Award-winning author. Friendship has blossomed into young love, but it seems destined to die on the vine...until an unexpected Christmas gift promises happiness. 

Marshal Mistletoe by Susan Horsnell. She married the wrong man. Will fate intervene? 

Christmas Redemption by Paty Jager, Amazon Bestselling and Award-Winning Author. Can two battered hearts find solace or will the past continue to haunt their lives? "A story of forgiveness that has a wonderful hero who has worked hard to redeem himself." 

A Hard Candy Christmas by Hebby Roman, Amazon Bestselling Author. Two damaged souls. Can their budding love and the healing power of Christmas bring them together? 

Christmas Cowboy by Margaret Tanner. Will a miracle Christmas baby unite two tortured souls, or will it forever keep them apart?

If purchased separately you’d pay at least 75% more than the steal of a deal you’re getting at the 99cent price point that this set is offered at. So get your copy from Amazon before it’s too late!

Be sure to visit the other stops in this tour, by using the schedule below: 

Sensuous Promos 11/16 

Nicole Morgan 11/16 

Andrew Jericho 11/17

Get Cozy 11/17 

Darkest Cravings 11/18 

Fantasy Pages 11/18

The Book Pub 11/19

All my Book Finds 11/19 

Nic’s Book Nook 11/20

Michelle Roth 11/20 

Nicki Day 11/21

Bound by Passion 11/22

Taylor Brooks 11/23

Kelsie Belle 11/23

Saturday, November 14, 2015

#SciFi Book Tour for The Argon Factor by Heather Harlow @HeatherMHarlow #Kindle

Welcome to the Book Tour for Heather Harlow's The Argon Factor. This is an exciting, edge of your seat and action packed story about what could happen in our future if technology gets ahead of us. Already climbing the Sci-Fi and Fantasy charts it has reached both the #1 slots for Universe and Solar System. Oh and did we mention that there is an attraction in this story lurking just beneath the surface? Mark our words readers this is going to be a good one. So strap yourselves in, because this is your third stop on The Argon Factor book tour. 

In a futuristic world, where Earth’s cities are still recovering from being ravaged by gang wars, cyber crime is at it’s peak and threatens the world’s digitized monetary supply. 

Susan Caldwell is a newly hired security development manager at GTS, the company that controls the world’s monetary supply and data. The sophisticated systems have been hacked and now people on Susan’s team are being killed while they try to fix the breach. 

Susan, who trusts no man, must rely upon the GTS CEO, Christoph Baldric, to keep her safe. Little does she know that he’s the Argon alien commander on Earth. She’s not interested in him, doesn’t want a hookup with him, but is extremely attracted to him. Susan has her own plans and will be having a baby through the fertility clinic. She’s excited about her pending future, that is, if she is still alive. 

Christoph Baldric’s mission is to protect the Earth’s humans and nurture them so that eventually his people can merge with the humans. Christoph’s planet, Argon, was blown up when their major sun exploded into a black hole. The people of Argon have been studying and nurturing Earth for many millennia as a new, potential home. Now is the time to make Earth their home and begin merging with Earth’s humans, making both races stronger. 

But first, the Argonians must save Earth from the Grogan’s, the Argon nemesis from their home universe, Baldracon, who want to eliminate all life on Earth and take the planet for their own.

PG Excerpt

“You are in shock, and you need to get some rest,” he was saying, as she turned to look at him.

When she turned to face him to tell him she needed to stay at work, she looked into his eyes and forgot what she was going to say. He was so close to her, and he was still slowly rubbing her back with his hand. It felt so good, she didn’t want it to stop. And he was so close. Her heart sped up a bit as she wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. His lips looked so soft and inviting. Her sleep deprivation had lowered her basic defenses.

She was leaning into him – or was he leaning into her? She didn’t really care who was doing what when his lips met hers. She was lost in the feel of his kiss – and in the magnetic force that seemed to be fogging her mind and overwhelming Christoph.

… he couldn’t resist her and he couldn’t resist just tweaking their energy movements just a little bit. Unlike human men, who did this manipulation unconsciously and based purely on instinct, he was purposefully manipulating her. It wasn’t hard when her lips felt so good. He easily decided to probe deeper. He opened his mouth slightly, and her lips followed suit. He gently pushed his tongue into her mouth – again, she responded in kind.

When Christoph touched her tongue with his, she thought that her head was going to explode. The chemistry between them was amazing, and she wanted more. She wanted to feel him pressed against her. She unknowingly moved closer so that her body was touching his. At the same time, she encouraged him to pick up the pace of the kiss. He responded, and kissed her back with an urgency that she couldn’t help but reciprocate. She was intoxicated by him, and she pushed a little closer as she put her hands on his shoulders.

Heather Harlow has wanted to be an author since adolescence.  The Argon Factor is her first book in a series about aliens from the planet Argon.
She’s always been a fan of superheroes:  Batman and Robin, Spiderman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Six Million Dollar Man, and the Bionic Woman. She likes sci-fi movies and series, like Star Trek and Battle Star Galactica. More recently, she’s been enjoying the Avenger movies. In addition to her sci-fi interests, she’s a romantic.   Therefore, it was natural for her to write about science fiction and combine it with a human interest story that has sex and romance in it.

Heather graduated from University of Memphis (BBA) and Tennessee Technological University (MBA).  Her day job is in IT at a major telecommunications company.  She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her dogs, Mickey (13), a Golden Retriever, Jack (5mos), a black Lab/shepherd mix, and two cats, Smokey and Cali. She loves wine, good music, great food, the beach, swimming, exercising, football (college and NFL), World Cup Soccer, and NHL Playoffs.

Twitter: @heatherMharlow

Friday, November 13, 2015

Hayley's Reviews Proudly Presents: The Hunter, the Bear, and the Seventh Sister~World of the Arcas

Their lands are legendary. Overflowing wealth, prosperity, and youth are what the Arcas possess. However, their entire world is facing extinction and their whole way of life is quickly digressing into apathy and pain.

     The Hunter, the Bear, and the Seventh Sister by B.I. Woolet kicks off this science fiction/fantasy epic story of the world of the Arcas and their fight to hold on to their lands and their way of life. This book ranks up there with Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and The Mortal Instruments  series. It is truly that good of a read. They take the reader on a journey that transports them into the story. B.I.Woolet has created a world and characters that are going to be favorites. The World of the Arcas are going to stir the adventurer and thrill seeker within the reader.


Book Blurb

The last kingdoms of Arcas possess enduring youth, beauty, and wealth but have slowly crumbled under the weight of endless apathy and a painful past.
The rising evil of Gurges Ater now threatens to reopen the ancient kingdom pillars created long ago as passageways between Earth and Arcas. With access to both worlds, Gurges Ater will quickly conquer the weak kingdoms and establish his own throne.
Can Jackson, along with a paranoid bear, a lone hunter, and the surviving seventh sister work together to protect both Earth and Arcas?
Or will the unlikely heroes allow their own fears, pain, and past to paralyze them as Gurges Ater opens the pillars and claims the throne?

Then DARKNESS. Cold darkness surrounded him everywhere. Jackson panicked. What did I do? Where did the light go? Finally, through his shivering worries of a frosty death, he remembered Cygnus’s instructions. The portal only stays open while all four fingers continue to grasp the corners of the transport gem. Upon holding the gem of Earth, he had released his precision points on the transport stone and shut the portal. Jackson blindly explored the jewel in his hand, pressing each finger on a point until light shot through the room again. He drew another door and ran back into the warm desert cave. Procyon was gone and Jackson’s fears grew wild again. After one last glimpse of the remarkable grotto-like pillar room, he ran back down the stairs to the cave entrance. The Hunter and Eltanin now fought face-to-face on the dry ground between Vega and the left mountain: flame meeting sword, snap chasing swipe. Procyon was already panting and paddling through the water to join his battling companions just as Sirius was violently thrown near the left mountain by the blunt swing and force of the dragon’s head against his body. Jackson dove back into the oasis to meet The Hunter for their final escape. But as Jackson swam, the dragon lunged at The Hunter, spewed a quick flame, and then whipped his tail around, knocking The Hunter flat on his 81 back. Before The Hunter could regain his footing, the dragon was on top of him. One large, clawed foot held down The Hunter’s legs while only the sword’s blade separated the dragon’s teeth from The Hunter’s face. Hot drops of spit flew down, sizzling the clothes on his chest as Eltanin snarled, roared, and snapped. “AHHH!” The Hunter bellowed in pain as the dragon put all his weight on The Hunter’s legs and reared up, flinging the sword into the water by swiping forcefully with one front claw. Eltanin then shot thick flames at Procyon who was nearing the battle. Awaking from his stupor, Sirius darted to join the fight while Procyon ran from the raging, fiery breath. “NOOOO!” Jackson screamed in anguish as he crawled onto the bank and watched the mighty Eltanin arch his neck for the final attack. 


Hayley's Reviews Proudly Presents: Arrows of Darkness~The World of Arcas Blog Tour

Arrows of Darkness is an epic Sci-Fi/Fantasy adventure thrill ride that is engaging every step of the way. B.I. Woolet is pulling the reader into this world that has strange beasts, magic, and the stuff that legends are born from. For all the fans of Tolkein, the King Arthur tales, and the famed Star Wars-Arrows of Darkness will be your next favorite. So, gear up and get ready to journey into the lands of the Arcas with B.I. Woolet's Arrows of Darkness.

Orlund Johannes looked out at the tumultuous waters swirling twenty feet below the falls. Taking one last breath, he pushed against the rocks to his right with the blade of his paddle. Plunging down, down, down through the liquid vector splashing violently around him, he held his paddle straight alongside the cockpit and tucked his body as close to the deck as he could bend. The riotous waves were deafening, but his mind remained clear and focused. He dove straight down, beneath the rapids. Battle raged against the orange hull of his kayak, flipping him instantly. His paddle’s blade crashed into a hidden rock pile underneath the plunge pool. It broke, sending the half in his left hand flying violently backward into his lip and nose. He was still holding his breath but now tasting blood. Watery vortexes continued pushing Orlund under. Like the gates of Hell, merciless rapids above barred him from reentering the world of the living while the waters below beckoned him like an open portal to enter a new realm. Terror and adrenaline flooded him, but Orlund was used to these sensations. Each time he developed a new method of cellular manipulation within his field of biomedical nanotechnology, he felt the same. One wrong digit could cost him his hold on a groundbreaking experiment; one wrong twist below the rapids could cost him his hold on the breath of life. Orlund felt both powerful and powerless releasing the useless, broken paddle from his right hand. Then, instinct took over. As his chest constricted from the lack of oxygen, he tightened his abdominal muscles and rolled. Orlund’s head and body fought up through the current in the plunge pool. His mouth gasped open, pulling in the taste of moist air and blood as he balanced himself above the water. The rapids pushed him downstream as his friend Zach paddled out to him. “That was a monster!” Orlund yelled out as his friend approached. “Yeah, you look like you got in a fight with a monster.” Zach shook his head, pointing at the blood and bruising. “Dude, I told you to chuck and duck!” Jeff lightly smirked as he threw a rope from the bank, grateful his friend was safe. Orlund grabbed the rope through his gray gloves as Jeff pulled him to the bank. The three buddies set up a quick camp to rest and eat before they continued down the river. The weather this fall was unseasonably warm out west, allowing them to kayak much later than usual. Occasional clusters of trees in this rocky, desert terrain still held the majority of their yellow, red, and orange leaves. Colorful leaves along with tan-and-red-striped rock, and the bright yellow sunlight surrounding them, created a deep sensation of visual and physical warmth. This quick, early-November weekend trip to the wilds of Utah was Orlund’s “last hoorah” before winter’s cold took over. Orlund, a man of action and an innovative genius, typically surrounded himself with sterile environments, precise equipment, top technology, and statistics. The wild outdoors was his mind’s retreat, and adrenaline was his preferred drug. Kayaking every free moment supplied Orlund with a frequent dose. Orlund pulled the rubber wetsuit off his arms and shoulders near the chosen campsite. After sitting to remove his shoes and tugging the suit’s legs off, he rested for a moment and admired the amazing bluffs. Out of nowhere, a silvery, white image appeared in the distance, blazing with a striking contrast to the red-rock landscape. “Guys, look at that!” Orlund anxiously pointed toward a natural rock arch in the distance where the brilliant image was standing. “What’s it this time?” Zach asked, uninterested. Orlund’s antics and jokes wore thin after a while. He wouldn’t fall for his friend’s convincing emotional hype this time. “Dude, quit playing around and help get the fire started,” Jeff added. “No, I’m dead serious. I couldn’t make this up! There is a man with huge white wings up that hill by the arch. He just appeared dragging a kid along with him.” “Your paddle hit you good, huh?” Zach wasn’t buying it and wasn’t looking up. “A man wearing wings. Poor guy just missed trick-or-treating in the desert.” “Ha! Funny, Zach. Let’s see, the storyteller has threatened us with tales of bears and water snakes and cave dragons before, but a drag queen in the desert might be his scariest tale yet!” Rather than laugh or reply with a sly remark, Orlund continued to stare at the arch. Faint voices echoed off the canyon lands until Jeff and Zach casually looked up to see where the noises were coming from. “What the!” Jeff exclaimed. “I told you. That man has wings.” Orlund scrambled to his feet and grabbed his dry pack concealing his pistol and phone. “I’m going up there. I think the kid is injured.” The arch faded out of sight as they climbed the steep bank. When the huge, curved landmark came back into view, no one was there. “Where are they?” Zach scanned the uneven terrain. “Maybe it was just a large bird?” Jeff reasoned. “No. That man definitely had hands and legs. Feathers, yes, but no beak.” Orlund continued, unraveling his black .44 Magnum and phone from the waterproof layers. “Dude, seriously?” Jeff looked at his armed friend, preparing to fight the vanished villain. “It could have been a Native American ritual costume! Maybe the boy was starting a coming-of-age ceremony. There’s a reservation up north.” Zach would often bring up Native American culture. He claimed to be some sort of expert because his great-great grandfather was supposedly a full-blooded Cherokee. “No way, that bird man was even whiter than you are,” Orlund teased. “Hey, I’m not totally white,” Zach protested. “Believe what you want, man, but one-sixteenth Native American wasn’t enough to get you a scholarship, and it really isn’t enough to claim you’re a minority,” Jeff jumped in. “Whatever. You’d both claim me as a Native American in a second if it got us another research grant.” “That’s right, Tonto,” Orlund agreed with a smile. The three reached the base of the huge arch towering before them. The canyons lay quiet. A few birds flew high in the distance and several rodents scurried in the valleys below, but no humans moved within sight. “There’s nothing here. We’re just hungry.” Jeff turned to walk back to the river. “Let’s go eat.” “Wait! We walked all this way. Let’s at least get a picture under the arch.” “I’ll take one of you guys first.” Orlund replaced his pistol in the dry pack and grabbed his phone. “Step back a little so you’re right under it.” The young scientist took several rapid shots with the tap of his finger. Suddenly, Jeff and Zach disappeared from the frame on his phone. When he looked up, the arch appeared empty, though strange, colorful heat waves seemed to be dancing within it. “Did you guys find something?” Orlund walked under the arch expecting to see his friends on the other side of the natural rock columns, but he saw much more. Orlund joined his paralyzed companions as they witnessed a black horse and rider gallop, then dive off a cliff to their left into the ocean below. A bear, woman, and man ran from the scene and climbed up and over the white fortress walls. “Someone is hurt!” Jeff alerted. As a former battlefield surgeon, he instinctively ran forward followed by the other two. Nothing could prepare them to see the dead body in front of them. Blood pooled around and on top of the corpse with a severed stump at the end of his arm and a large hole through his chest. A second lifeless body was lying nearby. “What is this place?” Orlund grabbed his .44. White-winged flags waved in the sunlight on top of the fortress while the sound of horns and shouting echoed beyond the walls. Suddenly, soldiers, wearing red tunics with white wings and three suns, streamed into the large courtyard in front of the seaside peninsula. “There! At The Bridge!” Soldiers shouted. “Those Earthians killed Sulafat! Find White Wings!” Threats, commands, and accusations exploded through the air as otherworldly troops stampeded toward the confused travelers. Orlund dropped his gun in alarm, terrified they would arrest him for murder. Dead bodies, angry allegations, and sword-wielding soldiers devoured the three friends with panic. They bolted frantically back through The Bridge. In moments, they were in the familiar canyons just past the arch. They raced over rocky mounds and down steep valleys. Stopping to breathe or look behind weren’t luxuries they couldn’t afford. Frenzied upon reaching the campsite, they threw together only essential gear, grabbed their kayaks, and slid back into the safety of the white rapids. The vivid visions of the dead, the strange creatures, and the great white fortress haunted their well-educated minds while riding away on the river. For their safety and sanity, the friends swore each other to secrecy. Once safely back in the company’s private jet, they headed to the Pacific Coast. A quick medical-tech innovations seminar and then a day of calm ocean kayaking would clear their troubled thoughts. But the extraordinary world they had wandered into was going to collide again with them soon, for the ocean tides were slowly pushing a creature to shore, a creature that didn’t belong to Earth. 

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

New #Teen #PNR Release from @SDWasleyAuthor and @EvernightTeen #Urban #Fantasy

Release Date: November 6, 2015
Published by Evernight Teen
YA / Urban Fantasy

“I longed for normality. Even our own, off-the-wall brand of normality.”

She’s finally got things together. Mimi’s dating a hot guy and has a place in the school’s Gifted Program with her awesome friends. Yes, she still attracts the dead. But there’s only one ghost these days, and he doesn’t seem to have an awful lot to say.

Just when Mimi’s life is looking pretty good for the first time in years, the unthinkable happens ... one of the seven gifted teens is torn from their close-knit group. The unity of their circle shattered, things begin to go terribly wrong. It’s ruining their focus—and with the threat of the Astarion cult growing stronger each day, the gifted seven need all the focus they can muster.

In The Seventh, Mimi found her place in a circle of seven extraordinary teenagers. In The Rift, she must face what happens when the circle of seven is broken.

“Yes, look! There’s Faith!” I exclaimed, seeing her at almost the same moment as Ed. She was standing on the bottom railing of a fence, looking anxiously back over her shoulder towards the village. She must have run across the roadside paddock to catch us before we left. I experienced a tug of grief when I saw her pale blonde hair and those light blue eyes, so much like Patience’s. As Ms. Deering slowed the bus, we all slid open the windows, hanging out to hear her.

Faith clutched the fence post, calling out in a timid voice, “Thank you for coming to visit Patience. She needs help from good people, and I know you’re good people!”

“Is she all right?” Mona asked.

Faith shook her head, her braids flying. “She’s been caught by the bad man himself. Father and the Pastor are trying to fix her but they can’t do it. Perhaps she needs something else. Some other sort of—help. She’s growing ill. And—” another fearful glance over her shoulder towards the village. “And she’s a danger. Knives and sharp things, and hammers, and all manner of things fly around whenever they try to get the demon out of her.”

Faith’s eyes were enormous as she spoke. “But she’s good. I know Patience is good at heart. She can’t help what the devil does to her, god help her.”

“Knives?” Ms. Deering repeated, her face blank with shock.

“I peeped through the chapel window,” Faith confessed. “Pastor was praying over Patience, his hand on her head like this—” she mimed the action, “—and my father was blessing Patience with his cross, and suddenly a big knife came flying across the room and hit the wall behind Pastor. Sunk deep in the wall, it was—quivering like an axe in an oak tree! Pastor went so white I thought he’d faint dead away. It was dreadful!” Faith spoke with what appeared to be thrilled admiration and I was pretty sure that, if Faith weren’t a Dale’s Run kid, the word ‘dreadful’ would have been ‘cool.’ “Father and Pastor take their guns to chapel now, when they go to try and cast Lucifer out of Patience.”

Drew swore quietly beside me, and my head swam as Faith’s last comment sank in.

“Faith, did some people come to check up on Patience last week?” Ms. Deering asked.

“People from the government, you mean? Yes. The man knew Pastor, and it seemed he was his great friend. Patience was allowed out of the chapel on that day, but she was weak from being awake too long, and not eating properly, so Mother kept her in bed. The lady spoke to Mother for a long while, all about our schooling, and what we eat, and asking how Father punishes us when we’re naughty. Then they went away again in their big car.” Ms. Deering’s shoulders sagged in disappointment.

“What does Patience have to do before the Pastor will let her out of the chapel?” Mona asked the child.

Faith looked surprised. “She doesn’t have to do anything. They have to get the bad man out of her. Then she can come home. Pastor says it might take months, but they won’t give up.”

We heard a whistle from the direction of the village and Faith jumped down from the fence rail without another word. She took off at a run and didn’t look back.

“Knives and hammers!” Mona’s eyes were round. “Do you think Patience is conjuring them to defend herself?”

Ms. Deering looked tired. “It’s possible.”

“She could kill someone,” Ed said.

“She’d never kill anyone,” Drew snapped.

“I didn’t mean she would do it intentionally,” Ed said in a low voice.

Drew had no reply to that. I tucked my hand into his as we took our seats again. Ms. Deering put the bus back into gear and we drove on in silence, our anxiety about Patience suspended like a huge, swinging weight above our heads.

S.D. Wasley was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia. She has been composing literary works since before she could write – at five years of age she announced her first poem in the kitchen, improv-style. About 20 years later she earned a PhD in communications. She writes in a range of genres including young adult, paranormal, mystery, new adult romance, and literary short stories.

Her debut novel was published in early 2015 through Evernight Teen, and her first adult paranormal romance will be released on January 7, 2016. Today, she lives and writes in a wine region with her partner and two daughters, surrounded by dogs, cats and chickens.

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Monday, November 2, 2015

Alisa Anderson's Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Book Tour #Romance #Suspense #Mafia @Bitchesbewritin #Crime

Welcome to the Book Tour for Alisa Anderson's Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance - Part 1: A Roman Crime Family Novel. This novel is a dark and tasty tale which may remind you of the Sopranos, only so much better. Already climbing the suspense and anthology charts on Amazon, it is sure to skyrocket to a best seller in no time. Oh and did we mention that there are five other books in this series? Mark our words readers these characters will take you on one hell of a ride. So prepare yourselves, because things are about to get dicey! 

Fire Meet Gasoline... 

When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door...or at his club. 

Nick was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire… 

Nick Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist… 

Working at Takers Gentleman's Club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. 

See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost? 

***Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 6 to 8 weeks, at approximately 12000 to 15000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.*** 

Excerpt from Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance Part 1 

Parts 1-5 are available now at amazon. #Free with #KindleUnlimited

“Good morning, beautiful.” Nick smiled. Reaching up, tracing her lip with his thumb. 


“Did you sleep well?”

“I did. For the first time in years. Did you?” He laid back, grabbing her, pulling her back into his chest. 

“I did.” He felt her melt into his body. She felt like silk against him. This was something he could get used to.

“You know, kid…I’ve never let anyone sleep here before. Ever.”

She raised her head, looking into his eyes. She could tell this wasn’t a line of bullshit. He meant what he said. She kissed his lips, laying her head back onto his chest. 

“Why me?”

“I don’t know. This shit between us is insane.” 

Insane yes, but she knew whatever this was couldn’t go anywhere. 

He was married. Plus, he was with Amy. 

And she was with Eric. 

Oh God. Eric. 

She allowed herself to feel guilty for a few seconds, before reminding herself why she was there in the first place. 

“So. Where do we go from here, kid?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know exactly what I mean. I want to continue whatever this is between us.”

“Are you nuts? How are we going to do that, Nick? You’re married. I have Eric, and you’re seeing Amy and probably countless others. Considering I’ve never done anything like this before in my life, I don’t want to be part of the harem. I won’t be.” 

“Hey…hey.” He moved her head up to look into her eyes. “I knew from the minute I laid eyes on you we would be here, kid. I’m not going to play you like that. The girls are gone. Except Connie. My wife. I’m not going to lie to you. I have no plans of leaving her right now. That’s the way it has to be for now.”

He softly brushed a strand of hair from her face. 

“You know who I am, kid. You also know exactly what I do. Do you want this life? You need to tell me now.”

His directness caught her off guard. She did know who he was, what he was. At some point she wouldn’t be ok with any of it. For some reason, she was ok with it now. 

The orgasm might have helped. 

“You want this or not, kid?” He asked again. 

“I want this.” 

It was his turn to be caught off guard. He never expected her to say yes. 

He thought he was safe. 

How the hell did she find a way into his heart so damn quickly? If he had any sense, he would walk, no run away now. It was all way too dangerous for them both. 

She saw the look on his face. 

“Maybe we should go. Won’t your wife wonder where you’re at?”

He didn’t answer immediately, getting up so they could get dressed.

“By now, yes. She’s used to my being out all night, but I’m usually home by now. I’m sure there’s about a million voice mails waiting for me. What about Eric? Won’t he wonder where you’re at?”

“No. He had a show in Pennsylvania last night. He knew I was planning on staying out. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s still in bed with some groupie whore. At least I know he uses condoms.” 

Unlike them.

well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)