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Araceli Nativa

Sheltered and yet looking to expand beyond her small-town Alabama raising, Araceli's attending Vanderbilt University in Nashville but so far she hasn’t broadened her horizons in the least. A pretty and successful student, Araceli spends all her days studying, attending class and living a fairly boring existence. That is until her dorm mate peer pressures her to attend the biggest frat and Halloween party on campus and when Araceli finally breaks out of her closed up shell, the consequences might just be devastating.

Abel Slaine

For centuries, he has scoured the earth searching for her, the demonic queen who stole his beloved before they ever had the chance to thrive. She and all of her dark daughters have been his target for millennia and now there is a new one who will find her death at the end of his hands one way or another but putting plan to action may prove more difficult than Abel has bargained for when his prey becomes more than a deathly pursuit.

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Title: Forbidden Fantasies

Author: Sai Marie Johnson

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© 2017

 Chapter Eight:

Animalistic Tendencies

It had been two weeks since Mee-maw had passed away, and the worst Thanksgiving trip back home, in the history of the world. At least it felt that way to me. I hadn’t heard anything from Abel and not a single word about Lilith. Brett’s death was ruled an overdose and an accidental suicide with no foul play but I knew I had killed him. There was no denying it. The Succubi urges hadn’t seized me since the last time I had seen Abel. Abel Slaine, a man I could not get out of my mind. With his dark curls and hungry eyes, he had seared himself into my memory like a cattle brand on a heifer’s ass. There was no way I could ever make it go away. The last few weeks of my life had been a whirlwind and I wondered when he would reemerge. I had fallen back into the swing of normalcy, returning to my normal class schedule and assignments. Everything seemed to be exactly as it was supposed to be but wasn’t that when life always chose to throw a wrench into a person’s plans? I walked down the pathway between the library and my dorm in silence watching other students as we all shifted between our various buildings and responsibilities. It was just after dark and I overheard a group of girls discussing another frat party and who all was expected to be there. I paused to listen in on their conversation, “It’s nothing like the Halloween party was and it’s a pre-Christmas party, so there should be a ton of free booze.” One girl explained.

Free booze was an offer no collegiate would refuse and I found myself increasingly more interested in this event.

“Where’s it at?” I asked suddenly. The girl who had been talking looked at me with a quirked brow.

“Who are you?” She asked me defiantly.

“Someone who wants free booze?” I asked with a chuckle, “Seriously, where’s it at?” I asked again. She looked over at her friend hesitantly.

“Are you in one of the sororities? It’s not like every college student on campus gets invited to these parties.” She said as if I were an insect unworthy of their time.

“I’m in the premiere sorority of sororities but if you don’t want us to come I’ll just go find a better party to crash.” I said nonchalantly as I turned to walk away. The demoness in me began to rise and I felt the need to be catty, “Not like we want to be associated with the lessor riffraff anyway.” The girl fell for it, just as I expected, and blurted the address.

“255 Bellmonte way.” She said.

“Bellmonte? Nice area. Been there far too many times though. May not be our chosen cup of tea. A little too mild, ya know?” I said in an antagonistic tone. The second girl finally spoke up.

“It’s not just any Bellmonte house, it’s The Bellmonte House.” She retorted.

“Oh, so you mean it is Mayor Bellmonte’s mansion?” I asked with widening eyes.

“Well, yes but the party is for Corbin Bellmonte, Junior.” The girl said, “It’s his twenty-first birthday.” She finished.

“Ah a twenty-first birthday party. How exciting!” I said with a smirk as I walked away to leave the two girls staring at one another in shock. The shadows from the trees caused the path to my dorm to be increasingly darker. Suddenly I felt myself being slammed into a nearby tree by an unknown force.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you, bitch?” Abel’s voice echoed in my ears, his hot breath once more fanning out across my flesh to give rise to chill bumps in a matter of seconds. I could feel the shift in my blood temperature the moment it spread out across my skin.

“And what if I do, Abel?” I couldn’t explain it but every time he came around the quiet, good girl in me fled and in her place a questionable and testy bitch was exactly what he coaxed forth. I slipped from beneath him quickly turning about face to peer down his leather-clad body, “What’s with the chaps, Abel? I’ve never seen you on a bike.” I said with a feigned sense of disappointment. He sneered, his eyes turning blood-red as he tilted his head to the side.

“Are you attempting to troll me, Araceli?” He asked in a tone that was nothing like his usual deep and husky voice.

“No, I’m trying to determine what it is that keeps you from trying to kill me. Do you not keep your word?” I asked in a catty voice, “You know men who don’t keep their word tend to be what my kind target.” I added for a bit more salt to the insult. Abel rushed me then, knocking me to the ground as his body fell atop mine. He slid his right hand to my throat and held me to the ground with his teeth mere inches from my face.

“You…you...” The words left his lips so quickly that I had no time to prepare for his next move. Hungry kisses fell to the side of my cheeks as his opposing hand slid down the plane of my stomach, “How could I kill the only thing to make me feel this way?” He asked through the fountain of greedy lip claims he showered across my throat and chest.

I grinned my own teeth lengthening to extend tips as I turned my head into the swell of his shoulder. I slid the tips of my teeth along the base of his neck so that a tiny scrape appeared across his flesh. So, tiny even that the beads of tiny blood droplets were barely visible. I stared at the enticing rubies there on his skin and some animalistic desire overcame me. I had to lick his skin free of the tainting I had caused. My tongue snaked out between my lips and curved to trail over his skin. The taste of him sent a fire of arousal straight to my loins.

“You make me burn, Abel.”

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Sai Marie is an author, creative writer, and concept creator. She resides in the Great Pacific Northwest where she enjoys the flora, fauna, action and adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit. With a heart for advocacy, animals, the environment, and great imagination she is sure to capture your attention with something for everyone.

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Release Blitz for Spirited Away by Mary Billiter

Title: Spirited Away
A Resort Romances Novel

Author: Mary Billiter

Genre: Romantic Comedy
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
 Release Date: October 31, 2017

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What happens when the legend of the old west becomes the new reality? In Mary Billiter’s fun novel of investigating the unknown and navigating love, a drop-dead sexy cop and a fiery redhead are linked by a mysterious haunting and the unsolved crime of passion behind it all.

When Reese Pemberton relocates from the Golden State to the Cowboy State for a corporate promotion, she discovers a different state of mind. From the hustle and bustle mayhem of the Bay Area to the slow and easy meanderings of Wyoming, Reese welcomes the change in pace as the hotel’s new general manager. However, she shuts the door on the notion that her hotel is haunted.

But when a series of mishaps introduces the fiery redhead to the hotel’s legendary cowboy ghost, she begins to question the events surrounding his demise.

Reese and Cheyenne police detective Cody Pring join forces to put to rest the spirit that haunts the hotel. In the process, they discover long-buried secrets. Can the two solve a decades-old mystery or are some things better left with the dead?

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Excerpt Reveal - Warrior Forever by Amber Bardan

The most likely conclusion to my current predicament is psychosis.
Much more likely than actual alien abduction.
Significantly more likely than impending forced nuptials with a giant primitive alien whose society never evolved a sense of humor.
But life in a horny space-barbarian’s cave isn’t all bad…
Did I mention that he vibrates?

He frowned deeper. “Husband need protect wife.”
I clenched my now working fist. Not that I itched to fight a magical warrior but I wasn’t helpless. Who escaped from Alien people smugglers? Who led a hundred woman to freedom? Who now risked her life on the planet of scorching heat, to make sure they stayed safe? “I’m perfectly capable.”
“Knowing wife is capable.” His brow rippled.
My gaze snapped up to his.
His fingers tightened just a little around mine. Not much, but enough. Enough for my muscles to seize, for my body to know—he could grind me to a pulp without even exerting an effort. He didn’t need to issue a single statement about his strength.
“This not mean capable, not capable. This not mean worthy, not worthy.” He opened his hand, and matched my palm against his. “This mean safe.”
Something popped in my chest like a jack-in-the-box.
My fingertips barely reached the start of his fingers. The difference as startling as a babies hand in a bears paw. How much smaller, more delicate than him I was.
The image made my whole body feel light.
He might not understand some things, but he’d just explained something else in a way that sent butterflies off in my belly.
“This mean different responsibility.” He placed his other hand on top of mine. “Tend. Protect. Cherish.”
Shivers rolled over me. Wow. Those words repeated again in my head. Tend. Protect. Cherish. Like vows. Yet, as much as he liked to call me wife, we’d made no promises.
Hell, I hadn’t agreed to anything, let alone marriage.
And yet this was as close as I’d ever come to believing that someone meant their promises.
I placed my other hand on top of his, and touched his over-sized knuckles.
He was bigger than big, and stronger than strong by human definition.
And yet so gentle with me.
“How make wife very angry?” He stared at me, close and intense and way up in my personal space.
“How?” Heat flushed in my cheeks. “You said something very offensive.”
“What offensive?”
I slid my hands free, not quite able to keep looking him in the face. “It’s rude to ask a human woman you are attempting to…” I coughed, searching for the word to describe our unusual relationship. “…court, if she wants anal—” I cleared my throat again. “—back passage sex.”
“Oh.” He remained studying me, gaze dropping down to my lap where I just knew he was thinking about whether or not my asshole were fuckable. “Human not make mate in back passage?”
“No.” Holy crap. Explaining anal to a horny alien. Thing that can never happen item number eight-hundred-and-sixty-nine. “I mean, it’s not for procreation but some people do it for fun.”
“If fun, why offense?”
Oh, boy. I rubbed my cheeks. “It’s just rude, Thor. Very rude.”
His frown wrinkled. “If not asking, how husband know human wife want make mating fun?”
“Because…” I exhaled. “Human marriage generally follows a period of courtship.” I squeezed the blanket around me at the reminder of what was actually going on here. In this situation which was very much not dating, honeymooning, or any other form of human romance. “Human men don’t just snatch woman and keep them captive in their cave, they court them. They earn their affection, they get to know their desires and preferences, and they attain their confidences so that those kinds of conversations can be comfortable and appropriate.”
He tilted back, but all his attention remained glued on me.
“You have not done any of those things.” I pointed my index finger at him. “You have not earned what is meant to be earned. You are trying to steal what is meant to be given.”
His eyes widened. Didn’t he like that? Good. I liked it even less.
“So when you ask me if I think you are without honor, yes, Thor, I think you are completely without honor.”
He flinched—actually flinched. The giant indestructible warrior that he was.
My chest heaved. “Where I am from, taking what is only mine to give, is the greatest dishonor.” I poked my finger right into his chest. “The biggest shame.”
I almost felt guilty for the look on his face, but then I was the one having to explain consent to my would be forced-husband.
“Punishable by law and a very serious crime.”
He remained frozen, staring at me for so long, I wasn’t sure if my little explanation was giving his primal mind an aneurysm.
Then he leaned in again. “Is crime, shame, and dishonor, because not complete human courtship ritual?”
I let out a long breath that made my body want to collapse in on itself. Something about the way he phrased that made it clear that he didn’t get it, get it. Not the important bits. Like the consent is critical part.
I rubbed my forehead, then froze. Maybe he didn’t need to actually understand.
Maybe he only kind-of needed to understand.
“Yes…” I breathed in again. “It is essential to humans that the very important courtship ritual take place before mating.”
He straightened, and looked at me a long while. “Must knowing this wife—is not Baratican practice to observe wife mating custom.”
Clearly... If the instantaneous mating attempts were anything to go by, the Baratican practice was to not wait long enough to find out.
“However, sometime when can not barter for wife, or war not desirable in taking wife, Baratican will preform custom requirements.” He slid off the bed. “Has been done before.”
“And you would do that?” I sat straighter. “You would observe the human courtship ritual?”
“Will consider.” He collected his loin cloth.
A thousand tiny muscles un-cleanched in my chest.
Thank fuckidy-fuck.
“Already taking the Kakaki juice to subdue mating rage-lust, for protect wife in sickness not fit for mating.”
Mating rage-lust?
No wonder he’d seemed so aggressive—rage-lust. Geez.
I tucked the blanket tighter under my arms. But, this was him with a libido suppressant? What the sweet-baby-Jesus was he going to be like when he stopped taking it?
My tongue scraped the roof of my mouth.
He stood, shoulders back, pecs out, abs firm as a freaking heavy-duty-washboard. Had he always been this Adonis with a side of Jason Momoa?
I shook my head to clear it.
“Explaining ritual.” He drew his hands behind his back, his stance so warrior it was all I could do not to snort. Where was his cape now? A cape would be perfect. But A red cape. And his helmet. His GIANT hammer.
“Umm.” I blew out. The ritual. God damn. If I’d paid more attention to medieval folklore I might’ve been able to ace this bluff. “The courtship ritual is about demonstrating affection.”
His loincloth twitched. His smirk twisted.
Oh boy.

After spending years imagining fictional adventures, Amber finally found a way to turn daydreaming into a productive habit. She now spends her time in a coffee-fuelled adrenaline haze, writing romance with a thriller edge.

She lives with her husband and children in semi-rural Australia, where if she peers outside at the right moment she might just see a kangaroo bounce by.

Amber is an award winning writer, Amazon Bestselling Author, and member of Romance Writers of Australia, Melbourne Romance Writers Guild, and Writers Victoria.

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