Summer Heat Part Deux

As promised, I come bearing the gift of the second night of authors that rocked the Casbah this evening along with all us that were apart of day 1 of the Summer Heat Book Event. The past two days have been filled with great fun, LOTS OF LAUGHS, and new books to add to our reading lists. Be sure to check each of these authors out (I will include their links) and at least give them a nice comment.

1. Denyse Bridger-In Denyse's own words this is what our award winning multi genre author had to say about herself: I am a native of Atlantic Canada, born in the country’s Easternmost province, Newfoundland, and raised in Nova Scotia. A lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. An active interest in the American West, and to a lesser extent the American Civil War, has been a lifelong obsession. Cowboys have been a love-affair that began at the tender age of three, and eventually expanded to encompass an equally timeless passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other side of the Old West intrigue is an affinity for Victorian England, particularly the 1885-1895 part of the century. The other endless love affair in my life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture.

For more on Denyse Bridger visit her official web page to get the latest info, newsletter, books, and where you can get her books! 

Denyse Bridger: Romance and Fantasy for the discerning reader...

2. Katt A Barrett- Kat Barrett lives in her small Connecticut home with her husband of many years.

She finds writing relaxing and enjoys creating tales of romance, erotica, and science fiction/fantasy. Kat often mixes the genres, adding mystery and intrigue to her books to create an exciting and captivating reading experience.

If you enjoy her work, please keep an eye out for her name because there will be more to come.

Information on her earlier works can also be found on her website Tazariansaga.com.

Katt is full throttle when it comes to being an author. Her genres include Erotic, Menage, and Paranormal. Here is her books that are currently ready for you to buy up and read!

Katt A Barrett's Books

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Katt Barrett's Books @Bookstrand

3. Suzy Shearer - Suzy is a wild card but who better to describe Suzy than Suzy. Here's her author bio in her own words.

Single, all alone and fancy free; I live in the western suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats to keep me company. I am a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. I have a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples even rainbowed .... it changes every month - oh yes, and for tattoos! My books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. Just because we are older doesn't mean we aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. I want my readers to understand that sexy isn't just for the under 30s ... lol. When I am not writing, I am usually painting - I am a water colour Artist. My subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I have enjoyed writing them.

Suzy Shearer's Books 

Come visit Suzy at her website and get all her buy links for these and more titles. 

Suzy Shearer's Offical Web Page

4. Serena Akeroyd- There is no real way to describe Serena to you other than to use her own words. Believe me, you will want to pitch that Grey book and step inside her land of Oz. Putting the Raunch in Romance! Writer of contemporary, paranormal and historical romance. Creator of Book Boyfriends since 2013. A hapless romantic, a lover of Happily Ever Afters, Serena decided to craft her own adult fairy tales and writing has become the dream-come-true she never realized existed. The Naughty Nookie series, a contemporary collection of stories revolving around three very modern and unique women, is not all Serena has to offer. Watch out for werewolves, vampires, BDSM and historicals...

It's all in a day's writing! 

Serena can be found at: Serena Akeroyd's Official Website

Serena Akeroyd's Official Facebook Page

Serena's Books

5. Elle Boon-Elle Boon's tag line is "A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste." So right off you know that you are in for a hot, steamy, and sexy read and won't be disappointed. Her genre includes Paranormal and Erotic. I'll let you read for yourself about Elle. 

"The first book is Max and his twin Malcolm’s story called Selena’s men. You guessed it, this is a ménage. They’d given up hope of ever finding the woman who was their Fated, until they both started having erotic dreams of a tiny blonde woman. Of course when they finally find peace and love, an enemy they’d thought they had banished to Hell thousands of years ago, Cronus, has found a way to come back. Now Max and Malcolm have to find a way to save the woman they love before Cronus steals her from them. Just when they complete the triad bond, they realize she was actually much more than just a normal human woman. I hope you’ll read my story that comes out with Siren publishing on April 3, 2014 and should be available through Amazon, Barnes and Noble and all other e-book book sellers within a few weeks after that." 

Join Elle Boon Here for her latest releases and buy links:

Elle Boon's Official Website

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Elle Boon Books

6. Andrew Jericho-It's often a rare thing when you have a romance book event that you actually have a male author show up. Andrew Jericho just didn't "show up" he DOMINATED! If you are a fan of M/M romance then look no further than Andrew Jericho. I'll let him speak for himself. "I am a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing. LGBTQ rights activist, humanitarian, and freelance journalist/photographer. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, I am thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of my books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love. My writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often, my characters select themselves, as I provide them with their literary voice. Once a story develops, I am compelled to see it through to completion. My characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions that drive not only my characters, but my style of writing as well. In their purest forms, I have seen those concepts transform my characters into better individuals. Also be sure to check out my author page at Siren- BookStrand! It contains my author bio, profile, and all books available. Through my activism it is my desire to provide a voice for those fighting to maintain their humanity, civil liberties, civil rights, and human rights. We are all one. I am a gay transgender man, who lives with my partner, John Jericho, and family. John, or Baby Doll, as I refer to him most times, is the inspiration for the Life With Baby Doll series updated frequently on my Website. We have two children. When I am not working, I enjoy spending time with my family, photography, eclectic tastes in music and the arts, and also browsing my local library and art galleries." Want to know more about Andrew? Here are his links to his books, his professional website, his art, and his own story about coming out and life. 

Andrew Jericho Books at Siren Publishing

The Complete Work of Andrew Jericho

Andrew Jericho and His Story

Andrew Jericho's Page at LGBT Tube

Andrew Jericho's Books

7. Suzette Cauler- Suzette writes Contemporary and Erotica for the masses. Her books are filled with amazing chemistry, passion, seduction, and "sizzle". Suzette Rose Cauler has loved books (all types really) for as long as she can remember. As a child, she'd get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past bedtime. She read her first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though her reading tastes have definitely matured, Suzette continues to enjoy romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, or historical variety. She writes almost as voraciously as she reads and typically falls head over heels in love with her heroes.Though everyday types of romantic situations do appeal to her, stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always made Suzette's heart go pitter patter. If they incorporate some science fiction too, she is even happier. You'll find elements like these in most of her stories as well as strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting someone else take the lead. Suzette lives on the East Coast with five special people who help keep her spirit young and her imagination fresh. (courtesy of Amazon).

Suzette Cauler's Books

Suzette's Links

Get all the latest news, releases, excerpts, and much more here

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Suzette Cauler Official Webpage

Suzette Cauler at Amazon

Thank you again for stopping by and don't forget to check out these great authors. 

Keep checking for the next book event and your chance to get in on the fun and some great books and the people who write them.

Paranormal Love Wednesday Blog Hop: Cursed Awakening Leads To A Savage Dawn

 

Ivy Morgan has finally gotten her chance to have a life of her own. Romance is not part of that plan. 

Well that was before Nyx Wahpeton walked into her life. 

Now Ivy's wondering if she can trust Nyx with her dark secrets but can Nyx trust her with his? 

Nyx is a wolf shifter and the lives of all those he loves hangs in the balance for one woman; a human woman who has been hurt deeply. 

While the sparks fly between them and the passion they share engulfs them both, an ancient evil lurks in the dark and Nyx will have to fight to keep his people and Ivy safe. 

However, evil doesn't always lurk in the darkest of places and betrayal hits the hardest when it's the one you know. 

READ IT NOW! 

  

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 Ivy was afraid at first, but she could now see why Lorna loved it when Terrance picked her up on his Kawasaki. It was really exhilarating; almost like flying except she had to hold on or she’d fly right off. Nyx drove through town and down the old Route 44 before getting off and heading down some dirt roads. Everything was beautiful to Ivy! The statuesque trees with their green leaves and needles, the chestnut brown earth, the green foliage that littered the ground, and the way the sun streamed through the canopy of leaves. Nyx pulled the bike to a halt in front of an old covered bridge. He got off the bike and helped Ivy off as well. When they removed their helmets he led her over towards the bridge.
“This is the old Thatcher’s Bridge. It’s one of the oldest I’ve been told in the whole U.S. of A. My father...er grandfather helped build the bridge.” He explained with a bit of pride.
The old Thatcher Bridge was raggedy, but there was something really beautiful about it. It was like when one looked at a work of art that didn’t really look like it was anything until you took the time to stand back and really see it. The bridge looked as if at one time it might have been red and the wooden shingled roofing had all but either worn away with time or met with some sort of natural catastrophe. She peered in and could see beams of sunlight and dust motes sifting through the air.
“What happened to it?” she asked as she looked up at his face.
“Well, the bridge got old and there was a flood long ago. Something bad happened and well no one travels the bridge anymore. The elders at the Res as well as the town’s folk decided that the bridge would no longer be used. However, no one could bear to tear it down. So here it sits. I’ve been dying to be able to fix it up. I know that sounds kind of dull, huh?”
“No, no it doesn’t. It would be beautiful again with just some new boards, shingles, and some paint. What terrible thing happened?” Ivy was curious now. It really impressed her that he’d want to take on such a project, and take it on for such selfless reasons.
Nyx was a little uncomfortable. The story of the Thatcher Bridge was a sad one that not a lot of people spoke of. He cleared his throat and began the tale.
“Well, the bridge had been in operation for about ten years or so. It was how the people from town could get to the Res. The bridge had been a symbol of good faith and good relations between the ‘white man’ and the ‘red man’. This was back when both the town and the Res flourished with goodness. You know, even though there was all this goodwill there were still prejudices. The mayor at the time had a daughter. That daughter had been seeing an Indian boy much to her father’s displeasure. They would meet at this bridge and see each other. One night during a storm, the Mayor had discovered that his only daughter was with child. He threw her out and since there weren’t any phone lines at the Res at the time, she couldn’t very well call her lover. So she got in her father’s old pickup and headed for the Res.
The new road to the Res hadn’t been built yet so she had to cross the bridge. The storm was raging, the water was rising and that creek there was starting to flood. The car stalled on the bridge. The water was rising and well to make a long story short that great big hole, there…” he motioned to where one wall of the bridge had a huge gaping hole in it, “her truck with her in it was overtaken by water. They found her four days later, drowned. The Indian boy later found out why she had been on the bridge and in his despair, he hung himself. It was a really sad time; a horrible time. Ever since the bridge has been closed and never repaired. It sits as it is now, like a grave marker.” Nyx said sadly.
Ivy’s heart clenched in her chest at his story. It was truly awful what had happened.
“Nyx, I’m so sorry! That is such a sad story.” Ivy said as her voice broke.
Nyx looked over at her, and put an arm around her as he started to see a small tear streak down her face. His lips touched her forehead. It felt so right that she was in his arms and he couldn’t ignore it!
“I’m sorry I brought you here. I just wanted you to see it, but I shouldn’t have. It’s why I want to repair the bridge and make it something as it once was; beautiful!” he admitted.
“No, I’m glad you brought me here! It really is beautiful set amongst the trees and I bet you’ll make it even lovelier than it was before. It shouldn’t be a reminder of tragedy. God knows there are enough tragic reminders around without this being one of them.” she replied softly.
Nyx smiled but couldn’t help but feel the ache in her voice. Lorna’s word’s played in his head, “When it comes to suffering, she’s no stranger to it.”
“Ivy, what tragic reminders do you have?” he asked without really thinking. He wanted to recant his words but couldn’t.
Ivy’s eyes grew even sadder and he could sense she was retreating into herself.
“I, I don’t really like talking about it. They’re n-not important.” She stammered as she stepped out of his arms.

“You know, you can talk to me if you need to! I mean I don’t want to intrude but no matter what it is that bothers you, you can talk to me if you want.” he offered.
She gave him a half smile that didn’t reach her eyes as she turned to look down at the creek with its bubbling stream flowing along. Nyx decided to drop the subject. The last thing he wanted to do was be pushy. He just hoped she’d learn to trust him. Whatever it was, he didn’t care; he only wanted to help her if he could. Nyx cared about her even though he knew he shouldn’t.
“Come on, I have someone I want you to meet!” he said as he led her back to the bike.
Ivy hoisted herself on the back of bike and wrapped her arms around Nyx wondering where they were going next but not caring as long as she was with him now. Nyx started up the bike and again they were off. They headed on down the dirt path beyond the bridge. They came back up onto the main road and he headed east on it. The sun was just starting to make the sky look peachy-pink, but there was some blue in it still. Nyx pulled off onto another dirt road that looked more like an old service road. At the end of the road was a small drive way. Nyx stopped in front of a small house. It looked more like a log cabin out of an Outdoor magazine. There was a middle-aged woman rocking in a chair snapping green beans into a terracotta bowl. She looked up and smiled as she waved at Nyx.
Nyx helped Ivy off the bike and led her towards the front porch to where the woman was now standing. “Margaret, this is a friend of mine, Ivy Morgan.” He greeted. Ivy stepped to the side of Nyx and shook the woman’s hand. She smiled warmly at both Ivy and Nyx.
“Margaret White Elk has lived here her whole life, Ivy. She’s a good friend to my family, and well just about everyone else! She doesn’t say too much, but Margaret is one of the finest women I know and she makes the best fry bread!” Nyx whispered.
Margaret made a gesture with her hands and smiled. Ivy guessed that Margaret must be deaf, and wished she knew sign language. However, Nyx seemed to be communicating pretty good with her. Inside the woman’s small house was an iron stove, dried fruit and herbs hanging from the ceiling on a rack, a modest counter top and sink combo, a small Frigidaire, and cabinets with see through panes that showed her dry goods and dishes. On the oak looking table, there were bowls of fruits and nuts along with a few fat candles. Everything looked homey and neat. Woven rugs were placed strategically and decoratively. On the walls were pictures in heirloom frames and beautiful paintings. Ivy would have bet her next pay check that she had painted them herself. A few of them were nature landscapes and animals, but there were four that really looked like abstract art pieces. The colors were vibrant and every detail had been included. She could have sworn that if she had touched the painting of a trio of bear cubs that she would have felt a fuzzy face instead of a canvas with paint.
Margaret went straight to a cabinet and took out three glasses that she filled with tea. All the colors from the wooden floor to the furniture were all bright earth tones. The cabin seemed just as cozy as the woman in front of her. Margaret took out a covered bowl and set it on the table. It was fry bread. Nyx took a piece and broke it in half. He gave a piece to Ivy. She took a nibble and then a bigger bite. Nyx hadn’t lied; this was good stuff! Margaret made some more gestures that were probably American Sign Language. Nyx laughed and nodded.
Ivy was through her half of bread when Nyx handed her another piece. Margaret laughed. Ivy felt her face flush with embarrassment. Nyx patted her hand. “Don’t worry; you are giving her quite a compliment by eating her fry bread! Margaret can hear if you speak to her; she just can’t speak.” He explained.
“Thank you for welcoming me to your home and thank you for the bread! I’ve never had anything like it before and it’s delicious!” Ivy smiled at Margaret who smiled back and clapped her hands.
Margaret signed something and Ivy watched Nyx shake his head “no” and then she signed something else and Ivy didn’t miss the wink he gave her.
After about an hour and a short walk around back so Margaret could show Ivy her garden; Ivy and Nyx were back on the bike heading towards town. Ivy pointed out where she lived with Lorna. It was dark by the time they reached the house. They stood for a span of moments that seemed like eternity as they stared at one another.
“You should probably go in, Ivy. I really liked spending time with you today and I know Margaret liked having you around!” he said next to her ear.
Ivy didn’t want him to go. “I liked spending time with you too! Margaret is really nice, but was she born mute?”
Nyx’s eyes shadowed at that moment. His face looked pained.
“No, no she was married once. Her bastard husband beat on her. He was an alcoholic and he tried to strangle her. He crushed her voice box. Before, she met and married him; she had one of the most beautiful singing voices on the Res! Margaret’s husband died while coming home from a bar one night. He had been drinking and started a fight with the wrong guy. The guy tried to keep from fighting him, but the drunken asshole pulled a knife and the guy while trying to wrestle the thing away accidently ended up stabbing him.” he sighed and looked away.
“Margaret must have really loved the bastard though because she never again married.” Nyx knew a little more details but he was going to spare Ivy the play by play.
Ivy bowed her head. She knew all about how volatile men whether they were drunk or not could turn. It gave her shivers.
“She seems to really like you though; your visits must be a comfort to her.” Ivy whispered.
Nyx raked a hand through his hair, thinking to himself; once again he’d said something that had pained her, “Yeah. She is a very good friend to my mother. My mother always took care of Margaret as a child and then when she’d been hurt by her husband. I was little and Margaret walked over fifty miles in the snows of winter when we were all very sick. It was so bad that no one from the Res or town could come, but Margaret did. It’s ironic, Margaret is a healer among my people and hers yet she couldn’t heal herself.” He looked at Ivy and knew that he had totally killed the mood. He cursed himself.
“Hey, enough about Margaret though. I really liked spending time with you and I would like to see you again, how about tomorrow?”
Ivy shook her head, “I can’t. I have to work a double tomorrow. I won’t get off until after seven.”
Nyx just smiled, “Hey, I don’t mind as long as I could see you! If nothing else, I could give you a ride home!” He found himself hoping that she’d say yes, but he wanted to see her smile.
Ivy thought about it and gave him a half smile, “Okay. I work down at Grady’s Café. I get off at seven.”
Nyx took his hand and placed it slowly and gently on her cheek as he leaned in slowly and barely touched his lips to hers. Ivy knew she should bolt but the man drew her in like a magnet! For a moment she was lost in the sensation of his kiss. In a lot of ways, it was her very first kiss!
When she parted her lips ever so slightly, Nyx deepened the kiss. Immediately heat flushed her whole body and she became a live wire. He rested his hands on her either side of her face as he kissed her. Never had she ever been kissed like this before. She’d always felt cold and inhuman when Papa Paul had touched her. She didn’t feel that way with Nyx. Suddenly she became all too aware of her body’s reaction and she withdrew.
Nyx knew that something had turned her off but he just smiled and gave her the space she needed. He wished he knew what it was or rather who had hurt her. Nyx didn’t press for details; he just hoped she’d open up about it.

 Ever since I was a child I have loved books and stories. I am a mother of two and have been married to my high school sweetheart for twenty years. I have been a long time fan of horror, fantasy, and Science fiction genres since I was a kid.

My dream is to be able to create stories that make you, the reader feel as if you are apart of that world and where your senses come alive. Writing paranormal romance gives me the vehicle so that I can write for my favorite bad boys (whether they come with fang or claw) and give them HEA's that aren't damsels in distress but women who we all can relate to. 

 

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COMING SOON! 

SAVAGE DAWN

  

Lahni Wahpeton has returned to help her family but this "Wild Child" isn't about to be mated to the one person on the planet she'd rather neuter than mate. 

Shiloh Red Cloud, the proud and fierce clan chief is at his wits end with his mate. She may not want him, but he's tired of waiting for her. 

It's going to be bloody, but can these two overcome the heartache and stand united against a past that is filled with blood and death? 

  

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