#CoverReveal – Rising from the Ashes by Charity West

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Genre(s): Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, New Adult
Heat Level: 2
Length: Novella

Kaycee Witherspoon barely escaped her last relationship with her life. Now that she has a fresh start in a new town, she feels like she can finally breathe. But is she relaxing her guard too soon? When she finds her tires slashed and her apartment broken into, she has to wonder if her past isn’t quite so far behind her.

Zarek O’Donnell doesn’t know much about the new assistant at his fire station except that her mesmerizing curves and bewitching smile have him under her spell. Even though she laughs easily and seems to light up around him, he can tell that there’s something darker haunting her. His protective side rises to the surface whenever she’s near, and he knows he’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe.

When the lines of past and present begin to blur, there’s only one thing Kaycee knows. This time she might not escape. If she wants the new life she’s forged for herself, she’ll have to fight to keep it.

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#NewRelease – Sheriff’s Wanton Virgin

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Jilly
He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s completely forbidden. I’ve been in love with my dad’s best friend since I turned five; he gave me a tiara and called me his little princess. Except, I don’t want to be his princess anymore. I want to be his queen.

I’ve taken a job at the sheriff’s department, just to be under his nose. I’ll wear my shortest skirts and my tightest shirts, and I will do whatever it damn well takes to get the sexy sheriff to notice me. Interoffice romance is frowned upon, but some rules are made to be broken.

Joshua
When I walked into my office and saw the most luscious ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, the first thing I wanted to do was get under that skirt and inside her as fast as I could. And that’s precisely what I did.

Then her dad showed up and greeted his precious baby girl.

I’m well and truly fucked now. Not only did I claim the virginity of my best friend’s daughter, but I plan to take her again…and again…and again. She may be twenty years younger than me, but damn if I don’t feel eighteen again when Jilly is around.

Stand alone novella, no cliffhanger, no cheating, dual POV.

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BEHIND THE STORY

So, what made me write about an older man and a much younger woman? I’ve always found older men fascinating. Even when I was eighteen, my dates were at least eight years older than me. It’s not that they didn’t still want in my pants, because let’s face it, they’re still men…but they had more finesse. They had more experience, and knowing your way around a woman’s body is worth a lot. Why settle for the fumblings of someone more interested in their own desire than yours?

Now, my sexy sheriff is a little light on finesse when it comes to Jilly…but he definitely makes her burn brighter than the sun. I hope you’ll enjoy a little excerpt to give you a taste of what’s in store for you should you buy the book.

ADULT EXCERPT (Ages 18+)

Holy Fuck! I didn’t know who the goddess on the floor was, but just seeing her kneeling there gave me all sorts of ideas, as did the flash of creamy ass cheek that peeked out from beneath the hem of her way too short skirt. Either she wasn’t wearing panties, or she had on one of those sexy thongs. Either way, my dick was anxious to find out the answer. I didn’t know what had brought the angel to my door, but I was ready to answer all her prayers.

Her big, blue eyes blinked up at me as her tongue swiped across her lower lip. My cock grew hard, pressing against my jeans. Her breath hitched as her gaze dropped and took in my aroused state. She climbed to her feet, flashing that delectable ass at me and making me groan. Fuck, but I wanted inside her. She adjusted the hem of her skirt as she sauntered a little closer. Even in those fuck me heels, she still barely reached my shoulder. Having that small, curvy body so damn close was enough to bring out the caveman in me.

“Morning, Sheriff,” she said, her voice husky and smooth. My dick jerked and I felt some pre-cum leak down my thigh.

“Something I can do for you, sugar?” I asked. Like bend you over the desk and fuck you until you scream?

“Janine hired me. I’m your new secretary.”

My gaze scanned her from top of her golden hair to the tips of her red painted toes. If I got to see this little goddess every morning, things were looking up indeed. I’d always discouraged romance in the office, but some rules were made to be broken. I could already picture some late nights with this beauty, her lips wrapped around my cock before I pounded her sweet pussy. My reputation with the ladies was well deserved, but something told me this woman was different from the others. There was an innocence in her eyes that made me want to corrupt her.

“Maybe we should step into my office so we can get…better acquainted.”

She shivered and gave me a look that said she would do anything I wanted. It probably wasn’t smart to fuck my new secretary on her first day, but my cock was going to explode if I didn’t. Her ass swayed as she walked in front of me and I admired the view. Once we were inside, I closed and locked the door. She nibbled her lower lip as I crooked my finger at her.

“I aim to make my employees very happy while they work here. Why don’t you tell me what would make you happy, sugar?”

Her gaze strayed to my cock and she licked her lips again.

“You can have anything you want,” I told her, waiting for the green light.

“I want you, Sheriff Sparks.”

I drew her closer, her hard nipples grazing my uniform shirt. “And how do you want me, sugar?”

“Inside me.” She whimpered. “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Sheriff Sparks.”

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I smiled a little as she nodded.

“Very naughty, sir.”

Fuck! That sir spoken so softly nearly made me come in my pants.

“Then I guess you’d better strip out of those clothes if you want me to fill that sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so good, sugar.”

Her hands trembled as she pulled her shirt over her head. The red lace bra underneath cupped her generous breasts, the material straining to hold them in. She popped the clasp and let the bra fall to the floor, those beauties swinging free and making my mouth water. My heated gaze tracked her movements as she shimmied out of her skirt and soaked thong.

I couldn’t hold back another moment. With a growl, I hauled her against my chest and slammed my mouth down on hers. Our tongues dueled as she clung to me, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I backed toward the desk, never breaking away from her. My hands gripped her hips and I lifted her, plopping her cute little ass on the edge of the desk. She spread her legs in invitation and I pulled away to look my fill.

Pretty and pink. And completely bare. She glistened she was so damn wet. I pulled her closer to the edge and knelt between her legs. I needed a taste of her, wanted to hear her scream, and I didn’t give a fuck who heard us. The tang of her hit my tongue like ambrosia as I held her folds open and explored. I sucked her clit as she thrashed on the desk. A sheaf of papers fluttered to the floor but I didn’t care. I licked, sucked, and teased.

“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck!” Her thighs tightened around my head. “I’m coming! Please don’t stop.”

I sucked harder, gripping her tighter, until she screamed out my name, her pussy coating my tongue in her cream. Her body went limp and I listened to her pant. I rose to my feet and unbuckled my pants, letting my monster cock spring free. I wasn’t a favorite of the ladies for nothing. Gorgeous looked up and her eyes widened when she saw what I was packing.

“That’s not going to fit,” she said.

I looked down at my throbbing dick. “Oh, it will fit, angel. All ten inches are going to pound your sweet pussy, and you’re going to love it.” I stroked my cock. “Now spread those legs wide, sugar.”

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#NewRelease – The Furnace Man @RavenMcAllan @evernightpub

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 Hi all, great to see you. I want to give big thank you to Paige for inviting me… Okay I was ready to get down on my knees and beg, pretty please with bells on, but she said yes before I had to, (my knees are very happy about that) and here I am.

With my dark side, Kera Faire and the latest Death Isle book, The Furnace Man.

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This story evolved when I was lucky enough to go to the opening of a new furnace at a glassworks.

As ever someone asked about my books, someone mentioned The Dispatcher, the first book in the series and then the talk turned to how else they could get ride of traitors, other than feeding them to pigs.

Someone said about how you could dispose of one in a furnace, and two hours later, after picking everyone’s brains, the idea for this book was born.

I had so much fun writing it. My Kera side sure does have her own ideas on how a romance evolves, even if it is just that bit different to the norm. Anyway, what is the norm?

 

Blurb…

Don’t piss off the furnace man.

It might be a standing joke around the glass factory— he’ll mix you with the sand and burn you, leaving nothing left to discover—but Lindsey Earnshaw is about to find out the truth behind it.

Placed there to spy on the place on behalf of the government, a warning message brings forth not only a dead body, but also the one man she’s never forgotten.

Michael Hoult cannot believe his eyes, when his ex-wife turns out to be the receptionist on duty. Having to drug her in order to not blow his cover will not earn him her renewed submission, neither will whisking her away to the Death Isle.

Duty first, though. It cost him his marriage all those years ago, but with Lindsey now working for the same side, can they not only catch a killer, but also rediscover each other?

 

And a wee tease…

 

“Pet, you need to listen carefully.” The hand on her ass was hard, stinging, and she welcomed the pain. “I’m going to fuck you deep and fast. From behind, and enjoy watching those luscious red cheeks move for me. Five more on each side I think, to make them glow. Count for me pet. Color?”

“Green, oh god, ahhh…” The spanks rained down on her bottom and she arched into them, embracing the sensation of being wanted by her Sir.

Lindsey moaned and counted the strikes. By the tenth she was floating. As he entered her, and his balls slapped against her she pushed back, to help him get even further inside her. To connect with him. To be his pet. His sub. His. Only his.

Her boobs swayed and he reached around and pinched one nipple hard.

“Next time I’m putting clamps and a chain on. Watch your tits sway and feel you come alive to that pain.” His breath grew harsh as she matched him, panting with each thrust. The pictures he conjured up gathered her juices and made her even more wet and needy.

 He stiffened, and she groaned.

“Now pet, come for me … now.” He roared the words, bent so his chest hair rasped across her back and before she could beg for more, he bit her neck.

Hot cum filled her as he shouted out his completion.

Her climax overwhelmed her and she screamed. “Michael.”

The name echoed around her mind.

Lindsey writhed in the bed. The empty except for her bed.

Outside the early predawn showed it wasn’t time to get up.

Inside the sheets were twisted around her legs and her hair was plastered to her face. She swore and pushed the damp strands back with shaking hands.

 That bloody dream again. She glanced at the clock. Plenty of time.

 Now where the hell was her bullet?

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www.evernightpublishing.com/the-furnace-man-by-kera-faire

Allyson Young

Atonement

(#Dos Part Three)

Release Date: April 4, 2017

Through passion and betrayal, forfeit and loss, Austin, Ember and Cord are finally ready to face reality and atone for their sins in the conclusion of this emotionally charged, erotic trilogy, Degrees of Separation…

Beaten but not defeated, Austin faces his demons, encouraged by the return of his wife, December, and his best friend Cord’s constant presence. While accepting December’s feelings for Cord, Austin discovers some unprecedented emotions of his own… Pandora’s Box doesn’t close as easily as it opens.

Cord has kept a lifelong secret. But as his non-traditional love for Austin is exposed, he’s unprepared to trust his friends’ affection. Released from a self-imposed, emotional prison, he’s rewarded with both the man and woman of his dreams—yet he still harbors reservations.

December attempts to find a balance in her departure from conventional life and discovers new degrees of happiness intimacy in the non-traditional. With two men to love, her every need is met. But is she woman enough to satisfy their demanding hearts?

WARNING: This book contains subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break the rules of traditional romance.

 

Excerpt:

Cord shoved up from the bed and faced him. “Is it out of your system?”

“Is what out of my system?”

“Whatever you felt last night—and this morning.”

His mind halted at the fork in the road. Go right and everything went away, no therapy needed, no repeat performance. Turn left and… This time his mouth cooperated and the truth emerged. “No, it’s not out of my system.”

Cord drew back, surprise and something else written on his face. “Really?”

He dropped his gaze, unable to match Cord’s steady stare.

Although he commanded his household and ran several crews on the job, he couldn’t seem to out-master Cord when it came to this. This new dynamic between them he’d yet to name.

It wasn’t a simple step down from the top either. Every time he deferred to Cord it scraped and bruised, though maybe not as much as he might have thought. Sort of like a new pair of boots, uncomfortable at first, but with the promise of more support later.

Though he was still processing, he could at least confess he wasn’t giving up. “Really.”

His heart jogged into a gallop as Cord stepped closer, the soft press of his rough fingers on Austin’s chin made him flinch.

“Easy…”

Austin breathed through his nose as Cord leaned closer. How was he so natural about this? He held his breath as warm lips traced the stubble of his jaw. And damn his dick for firming up the second he breathed Cord in.

The heat of his friend’s body warmed him, his mind cataloguing every nuance. The wiry feel of another man’s chest hair. The sheer breadth and height of him. His earthy scent, so unlike Ember’s. His pure masculinity was suddenly alluring, when a day ago it was merely admirable.

Fuck.

His neck stiffened as Cord’s hand fit around his nape.

“It’s okay,” Cord whispered, leaning closer.

At the first brush of his lips, Austin panicked and made to jerk away but Cord’s steady gaze and strong grip calmed his instinct to flee. The heated press of his firm kiss slipped past his guard and Austin’s eyes drifted shut.

A dark, throbbing need took hold as he wrestled to deny how right it felt to taste another man. Not just any man. Cord.

 

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https://www.amazon.com//dp/B01N5T53AO

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/atonement-lydia-michaels/1125546034?ean=2940154209103

https://itunes.apple.com/ee/book/atonement/id1199224316?mt=11

https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/atonement-34

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Lydia Michaels

Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels. Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.

Allyson Young

Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. A best selling Amazon author, she has now published three series and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres, as well as several novels under a different pen name. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

 

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#NewRelease – Seamus’s Mate by @ElyzabethVaLey

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Thank you for having me today, Paige!

I’m going to tell you a bit about how Seamus’s Mate came to be. Grab a drink, and get comfy. Ready?

Once upon a time, back in the year 2014, I started writing a story for an anthology call on the Seven Sins. My appointed sin was Sloth. One day, while out walking my dog, Seamus popped into my head and said, “Hey, I’ve got a story to tell and it involves that guy.”

I sat down and listened. His story wasn’t only about a soldier fighting a demon. It was much more. There was suspense, action, passion and love.

Seamus’s story was heartbreaking. His mate didn’t want him because he’d made a terrible mistake, but he’d do anything for her, including battling the worst demon of all: Sloth.

Kaila, on the other hand, also started speaking up. She had her own version of the story. And though she refused to with Seamus, that didn’t mean things were easy for her. To make matters worse, her sister was in Sloth’s grasp and she had to save her.

I set to writing their tale, but sadly, the anthology fell through and the story was set on the backburner.

Two years later, I picked it up again, but another character decided his story was more pressing (Reine’s Salvation – Alpha Protectors I). Once that was done, I returned to Seamus and Kaila.  Thanks to the help of my beta readers, I tweaked and polished the manuscript before sending it to Evernight Publishing, who accepted to publish Seamus’s Mate.

And that, dear readers, is how this novel came to life. How does it end? Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to pick a copy to find out. *smile*

Happy reading!

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Alpha Protectors, 2

Kaila is His. His Mate. Forever. 

When Seamus discovers Kaila is in danger he sets out to save her. He couldn’t care less that she doesn’t want him there. His objective in life is to love and protect her. Besides, she might refuse to be with him, but her body knows better. With both their lives on the line, she can’t say no to his aid, can she? 

For years, she has ignored her feelings. Kaila’s mission was supposed to be easy: enter the demon’s lair and save her sister. Then, he came along. For close to twenty years she has been fighting against the mating pull. She has avoided Seamus at all costs, but now they’re both trapped in hell and she has nowhere to run, except, maybe, into his arms.

Available at: Evernight Publishing Amazon.com Amazon.uk Bookstrand and more!

*this story can be read as a stand alone*

 

Excerpt:

“Wait up, Kaila.”

She didn’t acknowledge him, and he rushed to catch up with her. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around with force.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked.

Kaila’s gaze narrowed. Her lips pursed into an ugly grimace.

“Let go of me, Seamus. Why don’t you let this weak human die already?” She poked him in the chest with her index finger. “I didn’t ask for your help.”

Seamus scrubbed a hand over his face. “What is wrong with you? You’re not making any sense. I know you didn’t ask for my help. I gave it freely, but you aren’t going to deny that we are different, are you?”

“Fuck you.”

Blinding rage took over him. Seamus dug his fingers into her arm. He was tired of all this nonsense. He pulled her closer. Her arm shot out to keep him away, but not fast enough. He swooped down and claimed her lips. She gasped, and he seized the chance to push his tongue into her warm recess. He groaned. She tasted better than he remembered. For a brief moment, she grappled with him, attempting to break lose, but he grabbed her arms with ease and held them behind her back.

He twisted his tongue around hers, drawing it out from its reluctance and forcing it to battle with his. Something in his chest tightened as she responded. Yes. He sucked and tugged and demanded more. She gave it to him. Her body arched against his, her mouth seeking his with almost as much desperation as he possessed. His hold on her slackened. He wanted to touch her everywhere. To press his lips to her body and taste every inch of her. His hand trailed to the curve of her ass, then to her waist. Then, bang! Her knee slammed against his leg. He released her, cursing. He’d probably be incapacitated for life if she’d hit her mark.

“Fuck you, Seamus.”

“Whenever you want, babe. I know you’ve got the hots for me, even if you just tried to castrate me and failed miserably.” He laughed.

Kaila spun and walked away from him again. She was probably not trying to be sultry, but her hips swayed in that way that drove a man to stare. She lifted her arm and gave him the finger. He grinned. She was pissed and sexy. He loved it.

Seamus took in a shaky breath. Watching her back on her feet, her spirit alive and surging, was soothing. He rubbed at the spot where she’d kneed him. It hurt, but it was proof that she was herself again, not lying in a puddle of blood, shredded to pieces by a monster. He glanced at the Dream Catcher’s skeleton out of the corner of his eye. He hadn’t told Kaila the details of what he’d suffered inside the beast. The images of her dead body, broken, destroyed. He didn’t wish his worst enemy a fate like that.

He stretched his wings and snapped them back into place. Even they ached. He adjusted his now-flaccid cock and shuddered. He hurried after Kaila. The place appeared deserted. There were no scones in the wall giving off light. Instead, the walls themselves seemed to pulse with energy. They glowed from the inside as if behind them a relentless flame burned. He frowned. He extended his arm and placed his pinkie on the rock. It burned.

“Damn it.” He put the digit in his mouth, hoping to sooth the sting. “Don’t touch the walls, babe. They’re hot.”

Kaila didn’t reply, but she moved a little closer to the center of the path.

 

About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’ darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.

When she’s not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.

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Spotlight: Lost Together

 
 
 

Lost
Together

(#DOS Part Two)
Release Date: March 21, 2017
The
second novel in the emotionally compelling trilogy, Degrees of Separation—three
lost souls determined to find balance again…
December has vanished. Rejected by her troubled husband, Austin,
and pushed, at his insistence, into the arms of his best friend, Cord, she’s
uncertain what the future holds. She loves her husband, regardless of his
addiction, but she also loves his best friend. At odds with everything she
believed to be her traditional reality, she flees the only home she’s ever
known.
Heartbroken, Cord does the right thing and confronts his
reluctant betrayal of Austin after losing the woman they both love. He takes
charge, dragging Austin back from the edge of oblivion, only to find himself
plunged deeper into a life of heartache.
On a path to redemption, Austin must not only confront personal
truths, but consider the sacrifices necessary to save his marriage and his
friendship with Cord.
An unexpected reunion and exposed secrets will either derail or
establish their future as one.
WARNING: This book contains
subject matter suitable for mature reading audiences. Some content may be
offensive to sensitive readers. Degrees of Separation is a MMF ménage trilogy
with many emotionally graphic encounters and challenging situations that break
the rules of traditional romance.

 
Excerpt:
The second she was gone the asshole in the room spoke up.
“You’re wasting your time fighting it.”
His fork clattered to his plate. “What the fuck is wrong with
you? Stop shoving me at your wife!”
Austin stared past Cord, his face filling with concern.
Shit. Ember
stood in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place, clutching a white frosted
cake heaped with strawberries.
Goddamn Austin and his stupid ideas. “Ember—”
“I…I forgot the knife.” She quickly placed the dishes on the
table, her steps faltering, and fled to the kitchen.
“Great,” Cord snapped, bunching up his napkin and tossing it on
the table. “Enjoy your fucking cake. I’m out of here.”
Austin
opened his big mouth, but Cord was done talking to him. Reasoning with Austin
was like trying to discuss physics with a chimp. “Shut it, Austin.”
He detoured to the kitchen, unable to take his rage out on her.
“Ember, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay.” Her fingers twisted into a dishcloth and then she
dashed away a tear.
Fuck. Tears. Not tears! His concern shifted into panic. “It’s
not okay. I don’t know what Austin told you—”
“I know what he’s up to. I told him not to do this.”
She
fucking knew her husband was messing with him? It didn’t make any sense. “Why is he doing this?”
Now she shrugged. “He’s Austin. Once he gets something
in his head…”
Cord rubbed his palm over his face and squeezed. “What does he
expect to gain from this? He’s just making an uncomfortable situation worse.”
“He’s trying to fix it. He doesn’t understand, because he wasn’t
there. He thinks if we put everything out in the open the guilt will go away.
He thinks it’s best to deal with it.”
“Deal with it how?” He wasn’t a fucking puppet Austin could
place in whatever position he wanted.
“I don’t know. I barely understand what I’m feeling right now. I
can’t pretend to understand what he’s going through. Or you, for that matter.”
All
thoughts of her husband vanished as he focused on the ‘f’ word, for his sins.
“What are you feeling?”
Her face tightened and her hand pressed into her chest, her eyes
betraying her show of bravado. “Here. It hurts. I don’t know how to make it
stop, Cord.”
“Hurts how?” He took a slow step closer, keeping his voice low.
Eyes pleading, she looked up at him, her mouth tight with worry.
“When I’m near you, my heart beats so fast I’m afraid it’ll explode. But I know
I can’t… I can’t express what’s inside of me. Then this unbearable ache takes
hold. It just…hurts.”
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Lydia
Michaels
Lydia Michaels is the award winning author of 30 romance novels.
Her novels from the darkly compelling Surrender Trilogy were iBooks
Bestsellers and her work has been featured in USA Today. In 2015 she was
the winner of The Best of Bucks Award and she has been nominated as Best Author
in the Happenings Magazine two years running [2015 & 2016]. She is a four
time nominee for the prestigious RONE Award. Her books are
intellectual, emotional, haunting, always centered around love.
Allyson
Young
Allyson lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her
husband of many years and numerous pets. She has written for many years and
after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at
penning one. A bestselling Amazon author, she has now published three series
and several stand alones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense
genres. Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until
the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserves. Love isn’t always
sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.
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Michaels Newsletter
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The Damned by October Weeks

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Eight years ago, slayer Tuck Houston lost two of her closest friends to a Damned vampire named Josef Dragos—a beast who traded the sun for darkness and blood. She’s been hunting him since the day she walked into the carnage he created. But Josef has hidden himself well in the underground, from both slayers and other vampires
Then, slayers around the globe start disappearing in a familiar pattern —Josef’s pattern— she’s put on the hunt. And despite the painful memories and very real threat to her future that come with tracking him down, Tuck is certain of one thing: she is going to make Josef Dragos wish he’d never been born

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Evernight Publishing: http://bit.ly/18BIaLD

Excerpt:

 
After making her call, Tuck relaxed back into the seat. “The fight isn’t far off. Another day or two.” She could feel his eyes on her as she looked out of her window. She turned her head to look at him, his gaze still moving from the road to her. “What
“You left something out when you were telling us of Bastien’s visit.”

Her back stiffened. “No, I didn’t. I told you everything he told me.”
His brown eyes glittered for a moment as he held her gaze, just long enough for her to realize that he wasn’t going to drop the subject.
She’d known this was coming, that the four of them weren’t going to let the conversation go. Taking a deep breath, she let it go slowly, then replied, “You don’t need to know more, Tristan. I’ve told you what you need to know for this hunt.”
His grip tightened on the wheel, and his jaw tightened as well.  “Tristan, please don’t push this.”
His grip loosened, and his right hand reached out and rested on her cheek. The warmth she felt through that touch spread over her skin. “Don’t keep secrets from me, belle chasseuse. I won’t say a word to the others, but don’t keep me in the dark.”
Beautiful hunter… He’d only called her that a handful of times, but the emotion behind that title now was more potent—she could feel the affection behind the words, and that nearly brought tears to her eyes.
She held those back as she replied, “I knew something was off when I wanted Sasha to send two vampyrs to watch over the city, though I kept that from Fiona when I asked her to contact him.”  Tristan’s hand left her cheek, moving it to her knee. “Shortly after she left, after I let myself process who I’d just killed, tiredness rushed through me. Tiredness that wasn’t mine. Didn’t take long to figure out a strigoi was causing it, though not Thorne.” “Bastien?” he asked softly.
“No. Once I was asleep, I opened my eyes in a dream and with me was—” she laid her hand on top of his “—Velnic Nikolai.”
Tristan stiffened—the hand on her thigh tightened slightly. When she took in his face, she saw the tension and fight to not only keep calm, but to focus on the road. The car sped up for a few seconds, getting close to the one in front of them, then it slowed back down.
“He’s not in the city, but he’s close by.” She told him about the dream and why Velnic was close to the city. 
Tristan rolled his neck after she was done, cracking it. That motion drained the anger out of him, but the tight grip on her thigh told her the protective streak in him was alive and well. 
“Tristan?”
“He’s here to deal with Thorne?” he asked, tone neutral. “Yes.”
He met her gaze briefly. “Is Thorne more of a threat than you’re letting on?”
Tuck sighed. “No, I didn’t hold back on that. I’m concerned of what his plan is after Josef and his son are dead, almost as concerned as I am with Penelope’s plan, but there’s nothing I can do about it—as of right now, he hasn’t betrayed me, nor has he even thought about betraying me.”
“They don’t know of his plan?”
“No, and I believe Bastien. They don’t call in Velnic without good reason—Thorne has definitely done something.”
His jaw tightened again, and his forehead creased, which told her he was fighting his anger again. She hated that she couldn’t assure him that she’d be okay, that Thorne wouldn’t harm her, but she couldn’t.
“You can’t help me with him, Tristan,” she said softly, moving in her seat so her body was more turned to him. “You can’t fight him, and you can’t keep his betrayal from harming me.”
“I know,” he said through clenched teeth. After a moment, he loosened his jaw and relaxed into the seat again. “I’ll do what I can on this hunt, what you ask of me, even if it kills me.”
Sadness swept through her at those words. Tristan would live through the fight, of that she had no doubt, but the aftermath is what he was talking about.
Her death would take a part of him.
“That would kill me, too,” she replied as she leaned back into her seat. “Whatever happens, get Ciprian out of the tunnels and someplace safe.”
“I can promise you that.”
“Tristan?”
He squeezed her hand. “What?”
“I have no intention on dying, but if something happens to me, I want you to promise you’ll take care of Penelope.” Anger coiled within her at the request, though she didn’t show it when she met his gaze briefly. “She’ll be near impossible to track, but she can’t be left to her own devices once Josef is dead. He’s her only leash.”
“We’ll see to her death—I swear it.”
As they neared the drop-off point, Tuck got her mind back on what needed to be done. This hunt wasn’t done—she had work to do—but her anger at the situation was hard to swallow. “I am going to rip that bastard apart,” she said, the slayer in her rising. “He’s going to wish he’d never crawled out his dead mother’s womb.” And his son wasn’t going to fair much better.
She could taste their deaths already.
Hell hath no furylike a slayer bent on vengeance. (2)