To Have or To Haunt by Ishabelle Torry


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Can Melanie’s Halloween bash survive Leah’s ghostly tricks?Melanie Fyre is a passionate teacher determined to raise funds for the town’s school.

What better way to do it than by expanding the local businesses? All she needs is land.

Untouched for years thanks to a local superstition, the Crowe property is perfect. If Melanie can

debunk the myth, she can get the use of those 600 beautiful acres. She just has to prove to the

town that Leah’s ghost is not haunting the mansion, even on Samhain night.

Burned to death and proclaimed a witch, Leah Crowe’s soul has been cursed to an

eternity of loneliness, all because she dared to love a woman. When the saucy Melanie arrives at

her home to throw a costume party that mocks Leah’s very existence, the bitter ghost resolves to

renew the town’s fear of her name. Will Leah’s ghost ruin all of Melanie’s plans?

That voice… Melanie’s head snapped left, then right. “Leah?” On either side stood groupsof people, but no one she didn’t recognize immediately—even through the plethora of costumes.

She turned in a circle, searching for the face the voice belonged to. “You know it’s not nice to

stalk people.”

“I was thinking much the same in regards to someone inviting themselves into my home.”

Melanie jumped. It sounded as if Leah were speaking directly into her ear. “Your home?

As in Leah Crowe’s home?” She laughed so hard she snorted. “So that’s what you were doing in

the room upstairs…haunting me?”

Once again, Leah’s voice sounded near. “No. I had only intended to ask that you leave

and take your party elsewhere. I will haunt you if you fail to comply.”

Melanie crossed her arms and chuckled. Someone was definitely pranking her.

Circled by a group of men paying homage to her costume, Ally randomly waved from

across the room, raising a glass of beer. Melanie smirked. So busted! This scenario had her best

friend’s name written all over it. She nodded, licking her lips. “Bring it on, ghost chick. This

party needs some entertainment anyway.”

Author Bio
At the age of fourteen, Ishabelle Torry stole her first romance novel, Warrior’s Lady byMadeline Baker, from her mother’s glass “no-no” cabinet. It was then Ishabelle fell in love with

the idea of new worlds, love conquers all, and the ability to forget the real world as she took on

the lives of characters that were just as real as the people she interacted with every day. It wasn’t

long before her fixation with romance novels landed her in the high school office to collect

the books confiscated during the previous week. Ishabelle swore one day she’d write the kind

of book that would keep readers so enthralled, they’d too risk confiscation to keep turning the



Dance With the Devil by Nathan Squiers


Dance With the Devil
Releases 10/31/14
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Nymphs in peril, obsessive gods, females who literally cannot admit when they’re wrong,

and unruly satyrs. Just another typical day for Hermes.

When Zeus refuses to demand Apollo release Daphne from captivity in Olympus, the

only option left is for Hermes to free the nymph himself. A simple task for a god with his

skillset, but risking the wrath of Apollo never went well for anyone.

However, imprisoned nymphs aren’t distraction enough when a former flame crashes

back into Hermes’ life. It’s been a long time since he laid eyes on Hybris, and the timing

couldn’t be worse. As the goddess of hubris, she has many quirks—such as being incapable of

apologizing. And no matter how much she tries to assure him she can be trusted, the memory of

her betrayal remains.

As they formulate a plan to rescue Daphne, Hermes soon suspects no threat is greater

than the tribulations of the heart.

Don’t miss the first part of The Adventures of Hermes, a companion series to The Cursed


“I don’t have time for this, Hy. I have things to do. Important things.” A promise made to

a satyr, one Hermes intended to keep. A damsel in distress. Heroics and all.

Hybris yawned. “Yeah. I see. Meandering around California and swimming at the beach

is a matter of life or death.”

Shaking his head, he opened the glass door into the house. He attempted to shut it behind

him, but she shoved past. Hermes made an extensive effort not to notice she still smelled like


He failed.

“Well, I was waiting for Zeus to summon me before you showed up with your

judgy…judginess.” He closed the door and turned back to find her relaxing on his couch, despite

her soaking wet clothing. Rude.

She studied her nails. “And did he?”

“Not yet.”

“Then you aren’t doing anything important.” Her gaze flicked down to his groin. “Yet.”

Standing, Hybris advanced toward him.

“No. Oh, no, no, no. No.” Hermes rocketed away and hovered out of her immediate

reach. “We are so not going there again. Not this time. Not this day. Not happening.” Was she

for real? After all she’d done, she wanted sex from him?

Unsure if his ego or her influence on his personal hubris affected him, a warm smugness

took hold. He’d always been cocky, but she could bring it out to the maximum.

“And why not? I’m a beautiful woman, you desire me, and you have an open schedule.

Take off your pants and pleasure me.”

Author Bio
Rebekah Lewis holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. She is an award-winning

cover artist for digital publishers, and enjoys every minute of it when not immersed into a world

of satyrs and Greek gods. Always feeling the need to be productive, she can be found creating

something whether with words or images, or with arts and crafts. She resides in Savannah, GA

with her cat, Bagheera.

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Liuff by Victoria Danann with my review and a giveaway

Liulf_CoverFULLswTitle: Liulf: Alpha of the Mahdrah Ahlee (New Scotia Pack #1)

Author: Victoria Danann

Genre: Paranormal Romance 17+

Series: New Scotia Pack

Publication Date: October 18, 2014

Publisher: Andromeda LLC dba 7th House

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~ Synopsis ~


First of a series of three novellas about the Brothers Cu Ahlee.

USA TODAY Bestselling author, Victoria Danann, wrote this series as a follow up, based on Moonlight, Best Vampire~Shifter Novel of 2013.

For a thousand years the highlander werewolves of Scotia have enjoyed the protection of the fae monarchy, but the straining population has forced them to adapt or die. Or move.

Liulf has spent centuries waiting for a true mating while others settled for comfortable compatibility. When he emerged as the new alpha, little did he know he’d find her when he leads his pack to a new world.


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What reviewers are saying about Liulf.

“Victoria Danann has done it once again. I could not put this down until I was finished. It moved along at an amazing pace that was just perfect, the characters will grab you and you cannot help but fall in love with them and the story. Wow, this is an amazing read.”Joy Whiteside

“I got so lost in Luilf’s world I forgot mine.” Pam James

“…fulfills that hunky shifter kilt hunger from the get go.” Nelta Mathias Baldwin

“…this is a spin off to (Knights of Black Swan) and I have to tell you I loved it.” LIsa High

“As always Victoria Danann hits it out of the ball park with another amazing story.”Bobbi Kinion



5 Stars

Loved this book! I’ve found another series I’m going to be obsessed with. You can’t go wrong reading about werewolves, highlanders, and romance. This book had me smiling quite a few times. these brothers are going to be a treat to read about. There were some emotional moments for me in this book, when Liuff is injured was one example. I enjoyed the fight Rain Falling had I was like “YES” but won’t go into detail so as not to give anything away. I can’t wait to read Conn and Ken’s stories. All 3 have just so different personalities, It’s going to be fun reading what the author comes up with for them.



Short Excerpt.

Liulf squatted on the castle parapet with his back to the sound of the ocean crashing against Girnigoe’s black craig cliffs. If he let himself think about the damp cold or the January wind that tried to penetrate flesh and bone, he’d start to shiver in a way that would rack his whole body…. So he’d learned to focus on other things. Looking east, over the land he loved, he felt a sense of pride and history. And memory. In his slightly less than four hundred years, he’d covered every inch of pack territory in wolf form and much of it in biped form as well. He knew he was blessed with good things, but that didn’t fill the underlying emptiness that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Lack of purpose maybe. There wasn’t much satisfaction in guarding a border without an aggressor.

That very day a wolf had said it was easy for Liulf to make reckless choices because he didn’t have a mate. Liulf had kept his face passive, but inside the words had stung. It wasn’t as if he could control destiny. What Lycan didn’t want to find his mate? Well, perhaps Conn would prefer to be a bachelor wolf forever.

It was true that Liulf could have settled for a bitch who was merely compatible, as most did. But he hadn’t because he knew there was more. There was mating that was, well, magical. He wouldn’t say so out loud because his brothers would never stop razzing him if he did. But he lived with a constant yearning that never subsided, spoken or not.

All the carousing in the world wouldn’t take the edge off his desire. And he should know. All he had to do was keep from cursing the Fates until they saw fit to gift him with the one. The one he knew was out there.


A snippet from an early review says: “This is a wonderful off shoot of that series (Knights of Black Swan). In MOONLIGHT, we learned that wolf shifters were having a rough time. Humans were spreading into their lands and using high powered weapons to kill them in wolf form. Towns and cities were destroying the wild areas.”

This couldn’t be more timely since we learned just 2 weeks ago that the planet has lost HALF of its wildlife in just the past 40 years. Certainly the wildness of werewolves is a metaphor for that part of us that longs for the call of Pan.




~ About the Author ~


USA Today Bestselling Author

2013 Winner in the categories of:

    • BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES – Knights of Black Swan



  • BEST PARNORMAL ROMANCE NOVEL (Vampires & Shifters) – Moonlight


My early work (eight-years-old) would be called fan fiction today. I began by writing my version of Bobbsey Twins novels on legal pads that my dad brought home from the office. As an only child – in the days before children became little electronic receivers – there was often not much to do other than seek amusement in my own head.

Childhood fantasies involved being the only girl (for some odd reason) at a ranch for wayward boys. Yes. I do realize this sounds vaguely familiar. T hose fantasies were supported by real life events because the boys included me in the afternoon neighborhood games whether it was cowboy/Indians or G.I. Joe.

When I left the Bobbsey Twins behind I didn’t write again until I was married with children and in my mid-twenties. I completed a paranormal romance and gave it to my spouse to read. After hearing his criticisms I didn’t write again for decades. At the time I didn’t understand that he’s the absolute farthest thing from my audience.

It turned out to be a blessing because during that time that I didn’t write, I lived an extremely full life. I traveled a lot, raised a family, got an education (I have an M.A. in Psychology.) and explored my compulsion to be a spiritual seeker. The fantasies were a constant companion throughout. The faces and names of the characters changed as I matured, but they remained a source of comfort. T hey helped me through hellraising teenagers and three near-death scares.

By the time I started writing again, I had something to say. I write cross-genre with uniquely fresh perspectives on paranormal creatures, characters, and themes. Add a dash of scifi and a flourish of fantasy to enough humor to make you laugh out loud and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. My heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, or past life therapists. My heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

If you’re interested in me personally, I am also a classically trained musician who defected to Classic Rock. This is Roadhouse, the very best in Classic Rock, taken near The Last Concert Cafe, Houston Texas, 2011. I’m the utility player which means I play rhythm guitar, keyboards, sing back ups and a few leads. I authored and illustrated Seasons of the Witch calendars and planners for fifteen years. I live in T he Woodlands, Texas, which is why I sometimes joke about being the witch in the woods. Married. Four children. One very smart, mostly black German Shepherd dog.

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Afraid to Fall by W. Ferraro




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Title: Afraid to Fall

Author: W. Ferraro

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: October 18, 2014


His Cementery Doll by Brantwijn Serrah



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Conall knows the angel standing in his graveyard is only a statue. After all, he

carved her with his own two hands. Can she possibly be…alive?

There’s a woman in the graveyard.

Conall Mackay never put stock in ghost stories. Not even after thirteen years

serving as the cemetery keeper in the village of Whitetail Knoll. But things change.

Now, his daughter is dreaming of a figure among the tombstones. The grounds are

overrun by dark thorns almost faster than Con can clear them. White fog and gray

ribbons creep up on him in the night, and a voiceless beauty beckons him from the

darkest corners of the graves.

When the world he knows starts to unravel, Conall might finally be forced to


He hadn’t slept long before he heard sounds from down in the kitchen below.

“Shyla!” he called gruffly. “Weren’t you heading into town?”

No answer came from below, but the sounds of pots clanging told him his daughter toyed

about down there. Perhaps she’d decided not to leave him after all and taken it into her head to

now re-organize the house, since he’d so clearly wanted her to stay out of the cemetery. With a

low groan, Conall rolled out of bed and stepped out into the hall.

“Shyla!” he called again, coming to the head of the stairs. If she had stayed home, she

could at least do it without making a lot of noise.

“Shyla, I—”

He staggered then, as the hallway dimmed. Afternoon light flickered strangely, lightning

cracking a dismal sky outside, and in the space of time afterward everything else darkened.

Conall darted a glance around him as the house fell into shadow.

From the top of the stairwell, he saw the first whispering tendrils of white fog.

The heat of adrenaline shot through his limbs. Conall stumbled back into his bedroom,

even as the fog pursued. His gaze shot to the window as the last gray light of day faded away and

eerie darkness replaced it, like an eclipse sliding over the sun.

More cold mists veiled the glass, dancing and floating. Trembling overtook him as he

spun to find another escape.

He froze, finding himself face-to-face with the broken mask of the cemetery doll.

“You—” he gasped. His breath came out white as the fog enveloped them both, leaving

a space of mere inches between them, so he could still see her expressionless face. Gray ribbons

wound and curled through the air around him. “Who are you?” he asked.

The doll stared up at him. He sensed her searching, looking into his eyes even though

hers remained covered. She held him there with her unseen gaze, until her cool, cold hand came

up to touch his bare chest.

Conall let out a low breath. He closed his eyes, and a shudder of strange ease rippled

through his body. The cool pads of her fingers ran down his sternum, to his navel. The silky

ribbons brushed along his side.

Then he noticed her other hand. She lifted it up, to her own chest, and she held something

tightly in her fingers: Shyla’s stuffed dog.

“I made that…for my daughter,” he whispered. The woman with the broken mask tilted

her head down toward the small toy, studying it. For a fraction of a second, her fingers appeared

to tighten around it. She returned her gaze to him, then, and the toy fell from her grip into the

fog, forgotten.

“Wait—” he said, but she brought her other hand up to his chest to join the first, and he

recognized eagerness in the way she pressed her icy skin against his. Her face tilted to him, and

then came her lips again, ivory and flawless.

“I—” Conall breathed. “I…don’t understand…”

Her fingers slid up, around his neck, but he pulled away.

“No, this…this can’t real. I’m asleep. I must be.”

Gray ribbons danced, pulling him back to her, and she stroked his face. He sucked in a

breath at her touch and found his own hand coming up to brush hers.

“You’re so cold,” he said. “Like stone…but…”

Her cool touch thrilled him; it made his skin tingle and the heat of his own body sing.

Her perfect flesh did, in fact, prove soft under his hands, as if the contact with his worn calluses

infused cold ivory with yearning. She caressed his cheek, and Conall leaned into it. Before he

could stop himself, he bowed his head to her and kissed her frozen lips.

Author bio
The story of His Cemetery Doll has been waiting to be told since Brantwijn Serrah first

began jotting things down in her school notebooks instead of doing her homework. Conall

Mackay and his lady ghost have existed for Brantwijn, in some form or another, longer than

almost any other characters she’s collected. This tale of a haunted graveyard and imprisoned

beauty is, in Brantwijn’s opinion, a wonderful way to finally bring them to life.

When she isn’t visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn

fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and

sewing plushies for friends. She can’t handle coffee unless there’s enough cream and sugar to

make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights

as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching

Futurama, Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.

In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has had several stories published in anthologies by

Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged Anthology. She’s

also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology

Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time

goes on. She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments

on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://

Heart on Fire by Brandy L Rivers with my review




Author: Brandy L Rivers
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Standalone novel 
One night to be someone else.
Mila Day had plans. When her lover demands she give up her dreams to be a trophy wife, she leaves. Wanting to forget the wasted years, she ends up at a party in the next state, craving one wild night of abandon. It was exactly what she wanted.
No strings.
No names.
But it’s not exactly what she gets. Six years later, she’s a happy high school teacher with a beautiful daughter she will always Cherish.
No regrets.
Kyle Blake is a fireman who has been burned. He’s happy alone until he hears joyous laughter next door. He finds it hard to resist Mila, and her little girl, who steal his heart.
When pieces of her past surface, she’ll question everything.
Can they survive the truth?
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What a beautiful love story. The chemistry between these two was amazing, it was like they were magnets drawn to one another. I really did not like her ex he was a “douche” and his ex was an egotistical snob, let’s just say I didn’t like either one. I found this story heart warming because they had met, connected,and went their separate ways then nearly 6 years later meet again and the chemistry was still there and they still couldn’t fight it. I got a little teary eyed a few times during some of the more dramatic moments and that’s when i know it’s a really good book, when i feel all the emotions right along with the book characters.
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Bittersweet Symphony by J.L. Beck with my review


Bittersweet Symphony (Bittersweet #4)
By J.L. Beck

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-This book is suitable only to readers 18++ due to sexual situations, language, and violence.-

I’m a good girl. I don’t go out and party and I most definitely don’t sleep with half the student body. That’s what makes me and Ryder Winchester an unlikely duo. We should never work out, but yet I’m pulled to him like a moth to a flame. I want him, and I know he wants me.
He has secrets that I know I could never understand, but so do I. We all have secrets, things we hide from others in fear of what they would think of us if they ever found out.

I’m a bastard. An asshole. Most days I couldn’t give a shit what someone has to say to me. That is until I meet Kennedy Chaps. She’s different, strong, well opinionated, and completely naive to the person I am… My body, mind, and soul pull to her like no other. I could have her, but I won’t. I won’t taint her. I won’t shut out her light.

We both have secrets so deep that allowing them to escape would be like losing a part of the person we are. But as friendship morphs into something much deeper I feel myself confessing my secrets; things that could very well be the end of us.

Sometimes it’s about finding the right person to tell your secrets to.

Sometimes it’s about the risk.

Sometimes two damaged souls can’t heal all wounds, sometimes love is not enough. Hearts get broken, people lose hope, and love dies.

We are Ryder Winchester and Kennedy Chaps and this is our story.


Finally I got Ryder’s story and I’m so glad I did. He really needed Kennedy and she really needed him. They both had some tough times growing up and keeping their secrets’ was tearing them apart inside and making them close themselves off to love. I really like this series because each of the couples have a problem and they get it taken care of so they each get their HEA which I like. I hope there are more to this series so i can see if Landon gets a chance at love.


5 Stars


Worry eats at my insides. I’m scared. Terrified. Sam knows. He obviously knows

and told Ryder. I know Ryder is playing it off as nothing, simply looking at me as

a way to rid the pain. I want him just as bad as he wants me, but I am not sure I

can follow through with everything that’s going on. I have to do something to find

a way to stop Sam before he ruins our lives, even if it means sacrificing my own


I can feel the tears slipping from my eyes at the very idea of never seeing

Ryder’s face again, of never being able to show him that life is worth more than

what he has been given, of never making him believe that he isn’t anything like

his father. He is amazing, kind, generous, loving, protective…I just hope that

someday he will realize who he really is.

Wiping away the tears, I fix my hair and force myself to calm down.

Getting out of the car, I walk up the front steps to Ryder’s apartment complex. It

has been a week since the incident with Sam and I haven’t heard from him. It is

as if he fell off the radar. I try to gather my thoughts and emotions, but once at

his door, I have to pull my heart out of my stomach. I am not sure what horrible

incident will happen first: Will my heart beat out of control, sending me into

cardiac arrest, or will I vomit all over his floor?

Raising my fist to knock on the door, I stop. A noise on the other side of the

door startles me, freezing me into place. It sounds like things are being thrown

throughout the house.

My heart rate picks up, and my body goes into overdrive as fear finds its way into

my mind. I can’t bury it if I tried. Without hesitation, I grab the handle of the door.

The coldness of the metal is the only thing I can sense.

Turning it, I open the door and my heart plummets to the floor. Danger registers

in my mind, but I’m too worried about Ryder to pay it any attention. The

apartment is trashed. It looks as if someone has gone through the place looking

for something, but never finding it.

I hear the slamming of doors down the hall… “Ryder?” I call out. Feelings are

lodged in my throat. I don’t think I can do this. Taking one look at the apartment, I

can tell he is already spiraling out of control. He is losing himself.

“What?” he roars gruffly from down the hall. I can hear the pain laced in his voice.

Anger vibrates off of him with every step he takes toward me. He looks nothing

like the man I have fallen so helplessly for. Instead, the shell of that person

stands before me. He is shirtless and sweaty. His face has a week’s worth of

scruff, and his hair is all over the place.

“Are you okay?” I ask as innocently as I can. I have never been more afraid of

Ryder than I am in this very moment. I can see the unstableness within him. Like

a teeter-totter, he needs something, or someone, to balance him out, but he has

to want it, first.

He picks up a nearby bottle of what I assume to be alcohol. He reeks of whiskey

and another sweet smell.

“Do I look okay, Kennedy?” he sneers sarcastically. The words are like a slap to

my face. What happened to him? I take a soft step backward, not wanting to trap

myself within his grasp.

If I am being honest, I know he’s not okay. His eyes are blood shot while his face

is a beautiful, ragged mess. He is so damaged, and it hurts my heart. I thought I

was the only one suffering, but obviously I was wrong. How could I have been so

blind to Ryder’s needs, to what he so desperately needed from me?

“Not really… You look… not…good,” I mumble through my words, not wanting

to say the wrong things that may upset him even more. But then my feistiness

sparks, and I start to gather my courage. “No one’s heard from you in like a

week. You haven’t even called me.” I don’t want to sound needy, but I have

missed him. I wanted to make sure he is okay, but I wanted to see him too.

My eyes linger over the muscles of his chest, the muscles that make up that

delectable V of his.

“Really?” He barks out before taking another chug from the bottle. I seriously

need to find every bottle of alcohol in this place and pour it out.

“That’s weird because the only one who called me was you… and then you have

my piece of shit father… but that doesn’t really matter now… does it?” I watch

him, carefully listening to his slurring thoughts for any hidden meanings.

“It matters…”

“It doesn’t… and I’m not even sure why you’re still here, Kennedy.” He is fucking

stupid if he doesn’t know why I am here. He is stupid to assume anything in the

state he is in.

“You’re stupid if you don’t know why I’m still here,” I state, trying to hide my

anger, knowing he will just get off on it. He is at the tipping point, and I don’t want

to give him any more steam.

“I’m stupid…” He lets out a harsh, vile sounding laugh. “I’m the one, but you’re…

you’re the innocent, precious, perfect beauty… standing in front of me… trying to

pull me off the cliff.”

I look around the room. The couches are overturned, the dining room table

broken, glass is all over the place, and everything else is strewn all around. I

wonder how the cops haven’t been called yet.

“What happened?” I ask curiously, wanting to take the attention off of me.

“What didn’t happen?” he responds gruffly, pushing off the counter while

slamming back another drink. I eye the bottle precariously; I need to get it away

from him, but I don’t dare get close to him. I know the Ryder I care about wouldn’t

hurt me, but this Ryder is someone darker, meaner, and more abrasive with less


“You should probably put the bottle down.”

He eyes me, the darkness within him casting out any good. The light within him is

diminishing with every drink.

“You should probably leave.” He takes a step toward me, and my breathing

hesitates. Fear spikes down my spine, but I can’t look away from him. My feet

are glued to the floor, and I know I won’t leave this place until I save him and

bring him back to me. We both might be broken, but he is far more broken than I;

if I have to, I will save the two of us, making us whole again.

I shake my head no, afraid that my voice will tremble, giving away just how much

he affects me. Before I can even blink, he is directly in front of me, his hand

wrapping around the back of my neck.

I am shaking like a leaf in the wind. I know he can feel it. He takes a drink from

the bottle again, and the scent of whiskey invades my senses. He smells dark

and dangerous, and even though I’m frightened by him, I’m intrigued as well.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asks softly. His voice is that of the Ryder I have grown

to know, but the look in his eyes tells me it’s merely a façade.

“No,” I declare, somehow finding my voice. I so badly want to take him into my

arms and tell him it will be okay, but I know that isn’t what he needs.

“Are you sure?” he taunts me, his fingers seizing my neck harder. There’s no

pain, just discomfort.

Then it dawns on me: he thinks he can hurt me and everyone else who cares

about him, like he’s his father. He is wrapped up in his very own dark world,

letting the thoughts assault him.

“I know you’re in there somewhere, Ryder. Find your way out, find your way back

to me,” I beg, my hands landing in fists against his chest. He’s warm, and I’m so

enveloped up in the feeling that I don’t realize we are moving until my back slams

into the wall. His body pins mine, a feral look in his eyes as the bottle of whiskey

hits the floor.

I can’t breathe, nor can I force myself to close my eyes. I can’t do anything to

protect myself from him; I’m at his mercy.

“This is me, Kennedy. The person you thought you knew never existed. My

father killed him a long time ago.” His hand skims over my chest, my heartbeat

skyrocketing to a point where I’m afraid I will die.

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Bittersweet Revenge (Bittersweet #1)


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Bittersweet Love (Bittersweet #2)


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J.L. Beck is the author of Bittersweet Revenge(A Bittersweet Novella Book 1). A four part novella series. She lives in Elroy, WI with her husband Brandon, and daughter Bella. Since the moment she could reach the shelves on the book shelf shes been reading, thus influencing her to write. Her favorite books are those that leave an imprint on your soul. You know the ones that have you putting everything off because you have to find out what happens next.

When she’s not writing or reading(of course)you can find her picking up after her three year old daughter, or explaining to her husband why its unsafe to do something any other way, than the way your wife told you too.

Shes a huge fan of all things drama, with shows like The Vampire Diaries, and Arrow being some of her favorites. She’s addicted to all things social media, caffeine, and Starbucks.

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Point of No Return by Torie James


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Full of seething, sensual shadows and hidden faces, the annual Masquerade Ball at

Lymbo Resort is one event anyone would sell their soul for.

One night a year, impiety and temptation take center court at the invitation only

event hosted by the mysterious Avan Noxturna. Decadent darkness, burning lust, and wicked

intentions hide behind innocent masks in the most innocuous places.

The fires of hell may blaze hot, but the flames of passion consume common sense when

obsessive memories escape to ignite an inferno of intimate bliss that will sear both saint and



She enjoyed being a highly sexual female who felt no shame in shagging a man for

recreational purposes. Guys did it all the time and they were called studs. A woman with the

same goal? Slut. Luckily, she didn’t much care what anyone thought. She had no desire to settle

into a bullshit relationship where she lost her identity. Her mother had schooled her. She was

an island and it suited her fine when the occasional ship came into port, docking on a temporary

pass. A lustful interlude with a masked stranger on Halloween? Cliché. And tempting. She did

have a few extra minutes.

Then he filled her vision and she grew damp under the heated gaze.

One. Quick. Fuck.

Medicinal purposes only.

He opened his mouth to speak and she shook her head. “Shh. Don’t talk. You’ll ruin it.”

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“If you really want to read a book that hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it”

~Toni Morrison~

Torie James has loved reading since she was old enough to hold a book in her lap. While

her friends were out playing, she was generally curled up nearby falling down rabbit holes,

catching second stars to the right, and stepping through wardrobes into mysterious lands and

countless adventures. When those stories ended, she made up her own and kept going. This later

on translated into a strong passion for writing that has helped her keep her feet on the ground

while her head stayed firmly in the clouds. Lover of Dr. Pepper, all things chocolate, and Duran

Duran, her dreams finally became a reality with the publication of Timeless Night and Timeless

Desire, Books One and Two of the award winning New Camelot Series. Slated for 3 more

books in that series, she’s also currently working on The Cloie Chronicles, The Tudor Files,

Avan Noxturna: Soul Broker and the Fables of Blood and Stone. Two short stories, No Change

Policy in Room 8 and Reclaiming the Rabbit Hole can be found in My Bloody Valentine and

Wonderland Tales, respectively, through her publisher, Breathless Press.

Torie lives in Southern California with her family and a houseful of pets who rule the



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Random ActsRandom Acts by Mia Kerick

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Bradley Zelder can’t find his way in life. After struggling for nearly a decade, he has yet to complete his college degree. Working as a school custodian, living in blue-collar Landsbury, MA, his love life is as empty as the rest of his existence. But on his way home after another disastrous date, his truck breaks down in upscale Oceanside. When he thinks life can’t get any worse, a man who is the epitome of Boston elite and everything Bradley finds attractive and intimidating helps him move his truck to the side of the road. Ashamed of his lot in life, Bradley almost lets the opportunity slip away, but he comes to his senses in time and tracks Caleb down.

From a random act of kindness, romance begins to grow, filling all the dark corners of Bradley’s empty life—until a random act of violence threatens to take it all away. Bradley must step up and be the man Caleb believes him to be. Caleb rescued him from a life without hope. Can Bradley rescue him in return?




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Mia Kerick is the mother of four exceptional children—all named after saints—and five nonpedigreed cats—all named after the next best thing to saints, Boston Red Sox players. Her husband of twenty years has been told by many that he has the patience of Job, but don’t ask Mia about that, as it is a sensitive subject.

Mia focuses her stories on the emotional growth of troubled young men and their relationships, and she believes that sex has a place in a love story, but not until it is firmly established as a love story. As a teen, Mia filled spiral-bound notebooks with romantic tales of tortured heroes (most of whom happened to strongly resemble lead vocalists of 1980s big-hair bands) and stuffed them under her mattress for safekeeping. She is thankful to Dreamspinner Press for providing her with an alternate place to stash her stories.

Mia is proud of her involvement with the Human Rights Campaign and cheers for each and every victory made in the name of marital equality. Her only major regret: never having taken typing or computer class in school, destining her to a life consumed with two-fingered pecking and constant prayer to the Gods of Technology.

Mia has published four works of adult contemporary gay romantic fiction with Dreamspinner Press and four novels of contemporary LGBT fiction with Harmony Ink Press. Mia Kerick’s books are recommended reads in the LGBT blogging/reading community, have spent many weeks on Amazon Hot New Releases and LGBT Best Sellers lists, as well as other notable bestseller lists, and have won awards for excellence in YA literature. Author Links:




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