Thursday, 31 July 2014


My weekend guest is Cori Di Biase, the Author of These Can't Be Choices.

You HAVE to read the reviews on this brilliant book!!!


Ben lives in fear of the hurt he has caused. He exists at a distance, hoping for the clarity of solitude and routine. Yet, even as he tries to hide himself from complexity and connection, Ben’s life becomes entangled with the lives of others. Through love and anger, and in fear that he might only be the worst of himself, Ben fumbles toward a reckoning.

Disquieting and darkly poetic, These Can't Be Choices explores the mind of a man living in the shadow of his own impossible crime. It lays bare the spare and upsetting world of its protagonist: unrelenting, hypnotic, and often profane.

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Cori Di Biase is a graduate of Bard College at Simon's Rock and Purchase College. Born in New Jersey and raised in Allegany County, New York, he now lives in Montana with his wife and stepdaughter. These Can't Be Choices is his debut novel.
Twitter: @CoriDiBiase

The boy had gym class every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The boy knew it, and knew it was always the same. But he wouldn’t always remember. In seventh grade there were more things to remember, and thinking about it made everything feel endless and dangerous. When he was home everything about school seemed far away, and when he was getting ready in the morning he would be tired and wouldn’t think about what day it was. There were things he knew he had to remember to bring for every class, and he would try and try to remember. When he forgot something he needed, when he would have to sit in class and be the only one without a book, the feeling of it would burn in him and he thought he would never, never forget. But at night and in the morning while he was getting ready it all disappeared. The thought of it was gone, like it had never been there.

When the boy forgot his gym clothes he would have to play in his regular clothes. Everyone looked at him and he could feel them and see them and he didn’t know why he forgot but he usually did. He would ask to sit out but the coach wouldn’t let him. Sometimes he would even have to play in his boots.

At the beginning of the school year, while the weather was good and they could still go outside, they would play soccer, again and again. They would pick team captains from the best players, and they would try to act just like the coach while they picked one kid after another, and the boy was always one of the last ones they would pick. The boy didn’t want to be picked. The boy didn’t want to play, but he had to, and someone had to pick him.

He would always be the goalie. After they picked, all the other kids on his team would walk away and leave him standing closest to the goal, and then he would have to be the goalie.

When the ball was on the other side of the field, he could almost like it. It was nice to be outside, and from the field you could see houses that people lived in, and people doing whatever they wanted to do. Free to walk around and do whatever they wanted in the middle of the day. He would imagine what it would be like to walk up and down the main street on nice days, or stay inside if it was cold. To watch television, or go to the Double D for a hamburger for lunch whenever he wanted. He watched a fat woman come out of her house with her dog and walk away from town toward where the road got thin and rough and it was mostly woods on either side. She would walk up a hill into the woods with the dog, or along the side of the road. She could walk on a path up deep into the woods and hear nothing but the sound of the wind in the thick pine, and walk as far as she wanted. She could do whatever she wanted, and it made the boy imagine something that was almost like magic.

Once he had taken a bus ride in the middle of the day to another town to go to a different kind of school for part of the day. It was only him and a few other kids on a small bus, and he got to sit alone and look out the window while the other kids talked and talked and laughed. But they left him alone and he watched as the bus drove through one town after another, and there were always people out on the streets. Walking down the sidewalk.

The boy would make up stories about the people he saw. One after the other. The old woman pulling a grocery cart who’d cashed her check to buy food for her son. The man in the suit who would stare people right in the eye when they tried to rip him off and who would always be smarter than them and never back down. The boy would imagine himself, walking down the street. He would make a story for himself, and it could be any story he wanted.

After the ball went past him into the goal, the boy thought he remembered yelling, and the sound of running toward him. But it hadn’t meant anything at all. Not until the ball was in and everyone looked at him like he’d ruined everything. They called him names and one of the boys pushed him hard and he fell down inside the goal. On his hands and knees he could feel the softness of the grass. He could feel the moist earth. It had rained a few nights ago. It was cool and rich and he could feel the earth under his hands like a living thing. Digging his fingers into the grass as they walked away toward the middle of the field to start the game again, it felt like the flesh of the earth. Like holding together one great, long living thing. Digging his fingers into the feel of it as the other kids gathered at the middle of the field in a blurred mass, he imagined pulling away the grass and the earth. He imagined what there would be if he could pull away the skin of the earth.

There was no reason for him to be in the locker room after class. There were grass stains on his jeans from where he had fallen. He didn’t have any clothes to change into, and if his mother noticed the stains she would be angry, but maybe she wouldn’t notice. The boy didn’t want to talk to anyone. He stood in the far corner of the locker room away from everyone. He opened the door to one of the long lockers that was taller than him, and he stood behind the open door and he thought maybe they just wouldn’t bother with him.
They joked and laughed and pushed each other and he didn’t look at them but it was like they were all one thing. Laughing and happy and always thinking the same and acting the same and being the same and all of them doing and saying the right thing. All of them right and all of them okay and all of them happy. They didn’t mind being naked. They didn’t mind taking their shirts off and being in the shower. They would laugh. They would yell and push each other but it didn’t matter, because they were all okay. They were all the same, and they were all okay. Not different bodies. Not different flesh. Not different. But all one. One creature with only one thought. One long and convulsing form. One animal, like a monster.

He stood behind the door of the locker and he remembered what it felt like to imagine being free. Being away from this. Being free in the day to walk a dog, or go to the store, or not go anywhere or see anyone. The thought of it was in him like a faint and fading warmth, and he tried to hold it without killing it. Without snuffing it out entirely.

He could feel them standing there. Three of them. Four. Five. It didn’t matter. One of them meant all of them, eventually.

The closest one pushed the locker shut and the boy felt naked and wanted to be away. To be covered and hidden. “Nice job out there, goalie.” It was the closest one. Shirtless, with the others gathered around him. Eyes on him and twisted mouths and arms and bodies. “Yeah, retard. What’s your problem?” Another mouth. Another voice, but all the same. A hand reached out from the confused mass of them and it pushed the boy back against the wall. He might have fallen but he was huddled too far into the corner and he fell against the wall. He could feel the pocked concrete under years of heavy coats of paint.

He stood up, but the monster was all around him, now. He held his arms up to block punches to his face but other arms emerged to strike his torso and his stomach. There were too many arms. Too many sneering, laughing faces. It was too much. Too big.

He swept his arms from side to side. Quickly, frantically. Trying to push away the countless hands that punished him, hit him, grabbed him, pulled him. He swung his arms like swatting at a swarm of flies and he ducked his head and nothing was in control anymore. Nothing was his to decide, and his arms swung wildly back and forth and he sunk against the wall and slid down against it, crouching lower and lower into the corner. He could hear screaming. The monster screaming. Howling its anger and its hatred. Screaming because this time it would never stop. This time it would tear him apart.

The bell rang and suddenly it felt quiet. He opened his eyes. The other boys had backed away, but he was still flailing his arms. Still screaming. Like his arms and his lungs and his mouth had been taken. Like they belonged to someone else. He tried to stop. To bring his arms to his sides, to stop screaming. He was breathing hard. The sound of it in his throat was a desperate, heavy moan. He couldn’t stop the sound of it in his throat. He wrapped his arms tight around himself as if to keep everything about him from falling to pieces on the ground. He saw the other boys drifting apart. But they kept their eyes on him, like animals watching a coiled threat. The boy saw their hatred. Their disgust. It was pure, and it was clear, and it was honest. But there was something else. Something on their faces, or behind their eyes, or in the receding sinews and tethers of the one monster that had broken apart and now faded away. There was something else that drove them away. The boy couldn’t understand that it was fear.

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"In this beautifully written debut novel, a loner hides from the world, other people and his past until a chance relationship sends him spiraling toward a confrontation with inner demons and the outside world... Brilliant, frightening and skillfully written." - Kirkus Reviews: A Starred Review
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"Sometimes lush and sometimes brutal, THESE CAN'T BE CHOICES is at times uncomfortably nihilistic, but it's also very well-written, and the quality of the prose makes it a good read, if not always an easy one." - IndieReader
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Five Stars! - The Portland Review
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Wednesday, 30 July 2014


What if the enticing man who has just seized your every sense enlightens you to realms beyond our dimension? Can that spark of love withstand a war to protect mankind? Kairos: An Enmortals Series Novel by K. J. Coakley is the spellbinding novel that reveals that the deepest love need not be confined to the trappings of one world.

The first in a series of paranormal romances, Kairos swirls in mankind, magic, and mythology as it chronicles the first blush of yearning between Sulwen Macgregor, a shy and sheltered college senior, and Logan Thatcher, a mesmerizing former playboy with arresting good looks, an offbeat sense of humor, and an ironclad moral code. When the two meet, Sulwen has no inkling that she soon will embark on an odyssey that not only exposes Logan as other than mortal, but uncovers astonishing aspects of her own being as well.

As Logan saves Sulwen from fast-approaching peril, the two must discover if their love is truly without bounds and strong enough to fend off adversaries far more craven than they ever could fathom. With wild imagination, otherworldly passion, and heart-pumping action, Kairos goes where no human being has dared, all in the name of love.


I stand up and take his hand. He leads us into a remote corner on the dance floor. The DJ has been switching it up between techno and remixed pop, but I don’t mind. It has a good beat, and I can feel my muscles warming up as I start to work my body with the rhythm. I raise my arms and place them around his neck and scoot closer to him. My body is rubbing against his with blatant carnality. I can play this game too, as long as I don’t have to speak. My body is drawn to his, so it’s no effort to let my wanton moves carry me away with the song.
“Logan. The name’s Logan Thatcher. No more disadvantages. We’re on a level playing field, and I must say I’m enjoying the game immensely.”
I turn my back to him and swing my arms back over his head and secure my fingers behind his neck. He hisses between his teeth as my ass bumps his groin. I purposely do it again and nudge his slightly erect penis with the cleft of my ass. A current tingles through my body at the contact.
I close my eyes and sink into an erotic dance. My body slithers over his like a snake up a tree. I can’t stand any distance between us. I want to touch him, feel his hard muscles beneath his velvety skin, and bask in his growing erection as I brazenly press myself against him. His breathing has picked up, and he begins to run his hands up the sides of my thighs and under the hem of my dress. He goes no farther but teases my senses with feather-light touches, and then he runs a hand up the back of my thigh and squeezes my ass…hard. I gasp in surprise, but the move only heightens my desire.
“You’re playing with fire, brave one. I may not be an animal, but I’m still a man, and you are provoking a hunger so strong it’s all I can do to keep from driving myself deep within you,” he growls in my ear. His warm breath on my skin sends an electric jolt down my neck and across my belly. My womb clenches as moisture gathers between my legs. His hand is now massaging my bottom, while his other one climbs up my stomach and skims across my breasts, brushing up against my hard nipples, and pulling a strangled gasp from my lips.
“Logan. What are you doing to me?” I say breathlessly. I’m shocked by my voice. It sounds so husky and leaden with lust. He places both hands on my hips and pulls me into his fully erect cock. He’s thick, hard, and ready for what I would willingly give.
Blunt teeth graze my neck where it meets my shoulder and work their way back up, nibbling on my sensitive flesh. Masculine hands press into my hips, working down my belly to the apex of my thighs. I inhale sharply at the contact and tremble in his arms. A throaty chuckle next to my ear melts any defenses I have left.
His warm breath is doing amazing things to the delicate shell of my ear. Hot and moist, his tongue slowly licks up the skin behind my ear and then slowly works back down. A hard shudder works through me as the burn building between my legs mounts to a frustrating peak. I need release, and I want it now.
His right hand trails a path under my skirt and up around my behind. At the first contact, I nearly jump from his arms, but he has me held securely against his rock-hard body. My back is to him, his arm like a vice around my waist, while the other works its way into my panties.
My eyes are closed to everything around me. The darkness alludes to a false sense of privacy. I can’t hear anything but his breathing. I can’t feel anything but the rocking motion of my hips as my body strains for contact with his. I feel a sharp tug, and my panties fall...

Kairos Playlist
Nine Inch Nails: Closer
Avenged Sevenfold: Afterlife
Avenged Sevenfold: Fiction
Florence + The Machine: No Light, No Light
Florence + The Machine: Seven Devils
Volbeat: Counting
Alanis Morissette: Uninvited
A Perfect Circle: Imagine
Apocalyptica: Nothing Else Matters
Fossil Collective: Let It Go
Devour The Day: Good Man
Avicii: Wake Me Up
Shinedown: Call Me
Stone Sour: Made Of Scars

Sulwen: Emma Roberts

Logan: Chris Hemsworth


Author K. J. Coakley lives a life where she plays many roles…as most women do when they are a wife, mother, and caretaker of two rowdy dogs. But when she’s not working her nine to five gig, or spending time with her family, she can be found glued to her laptop where she loves to create worlds with sexy alpha males and brazen heroines. She is also an avid fan of heavy metal and rock music, and regularly attends music festivals.

Coakley received an Associate degree in Business Administration from Walters State Community College, and a Bachelor of Business Management degree from East Tennessee State University. Her debut novel Kairos is the inaugural installment of a new paranormal romance series.


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Monday, 28 July 2014


The Dream Series by Isabelle Peterson has been on my radar for a long time! These hot books are sure to give you a read you won't forget. So, allow me please, to enlighten you?

WARNING: The Dream Series is an EROTIC ROMANCE Series...

These books contains subject material of an adult nature intended for readers of 18 years old and older. In these pages you will find graphic language and sexual encounters that some readers might disagree with: regular sex, BDSM, oral, anal, gay, and orgy. You’ve been warned. Happy reading!

DISCLAIMER: this is a work of FICTION. It doesn't represent my life, or the lives of anyone I know.

Feeling dead in her marriage, Elizabeth Fairchild ditches the dream of her seemingly perfect life with her husband in search of who she really is.

She went from her parents' house to her husband's home and never really learned to stand on her own two feet. She decides to leave her comfortable life in Napa Valley in search of her inner fire in New York City. She certainly didn't leave her husband to find another man, but she soon finds herself involved with two: Jack Stevens and Kevin Parker.

Jack is older. He has heart-stopping good looks, is wildly successful, and is very much in control of everything around him - especially Elizabeth.
Kevin is younger. He is carefree with a heart of gold and loves Elizabeth's spunk.
While Elizabeth's old life still calls to her, she also finds what she needs in New York. But which dream will she choose?

1979... When eighteen-year old Jack Stevens is spotted in his rural Colorado town by a scout from a New York City modeling agency, his life is flipped upside down. With little more than his looks, he heads to New York with a dream he didn’t know he had. Jack has a rough start, but finds his feet and embarks on an exciting life as a male model in the 1980s living in Manhattan.
2013... Thirty-four years later, a confirmed bachelor, and very successful, Jack is satisfied with his life, until he meets a breath of fresh air—Elizabeth Fairchild. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d find a love like he does with 'Beth.' It’s an instant connection.
Following wild dreams had worked for him in the past… Is this another wild dream he should follow?

Phoebe Fairchild didn’t have a great first year of college. In fact, it stunk! She realized she’d chosen a major, Physics, that didn’t suit her. And worse than that, a boyfriend who was a first-class jerk.
When she visited her mother in New York for Spring Break, Phoebe decided that a transfer to a new university, a thousand miles from her current one, and a new major were definitely in order. With a little assistance from her mother’s friend, Jack Stevens, Phoebe worked a transfer to NYU and an internship at a major TV network.
Phoebe moved into her mother’s old apartment and, with her super sexy neighbor, Kevin Parker, figured out The Big Apple. But the biggest challenge was be her internship assignment: Personal Assistant to mega star, Chase Smythe. Since she was nine years old, Phoebe had been starry-eyed for the blond haired, blue eyed actor. Her room had been practically wallpapered in Chase Smythe pullouts from the teen magazines.
But Chase Smythe wasn’t the charming, sexy actor on TV and in the movies he starred in, or how he behaved in interviews. No. Seemed that over the years, stardom had jaded him. In real life, Chase was full of himself, lazy and left a path of destruction in his wake that had been well concealed by his former ‘handlers.’ Now it was Phoebe’s job to rein him in.
Nonetheless, there is a spark. Phoebe was warned to not cave into his charms, as fake as they are, but there’s more than just his charm. There’s chemistry. Is it real? Or is it an act? Will Chase let Phoebe in to see the real person, not the just TV personality?

    The short story:
    I'm the wife of a most fabulous man for twenty years.
    I'm a mother of 2 busy teens.
    I'm a dog lover.
    I'm a serious drinker of coffee and wine.
    I live near New York City.
    My favorite place that I've visited is Monaco.
    My favorite color is green (but I look best in pink/salmon).
    My favorite food is chocolate.
    My favorite kind of music is New Country.
    The long story:
    I've always been a creative sort of person... I started with my college studies in Advertising Design and Illustration. I'm good at drawing and coming up with clever ideas.
    As for story telling - well, that's where I have the most fun!  Ditching The Dream is my first novel, but I've been working on writing movies since, what seems like forever. Way back in high school my friend Aimee and I started writing a movie and I was hooked. We didn't know what we were doing, but we loved coming up with the story. I also like to come up with stories about people I don't know. Like the guy that cut me off on the expressway...He had quite a story - at least in my mind! Who knows? Maybe I've come up with a story about you! ;)
    Ditching The Dream is a story that came to me while I was helping two author friends of mine. I was helping them with their books and I would make suggestions to amp up their stories along the way. Bev and Amy encouraged me to write my own story and Ditching The Dream was born.  Is it auto-biographical? No, not in the least. But it sure has been a fun story to come up with (especially when my hubby gets involved with coming up with ideas).
    Twitter:  @izzykpeterson


    The journey of Isabella Jacobs and Donte Mills continues in the second installment of the Love, Lies, and Hurt Trilogy. Things are looking up for Isabella as she launches a new business with Donte's help. That is, until stories of infidelity surface in the press.  The couple has made several enemies they suspect of the outing, one being an ex-lover.

    Just how far will this person go for revenge? Are Isabella and Donte strong enough to withstand the attack, or will it prove to be too much for this new couple?

    Can true love really conquer all, or will they both be hurt by love?
    Coming to a Kindle near you on 4th August 2014
    Add to your TBR list
    Check out book one in the Trilogy
    Isabella Jacobs was a stunning runway model, who was in a terrible accident. After months of rehab, she was finally ready to go back to work. When she went for her first interview after her car wreck, her boss, Donte Mills, was everything she wanted in a man; rich, powerful, sexy. The only problem was that Donte was engaged to be married. After a fateful fashion show weekend, the feelings between Donte and Isabella are undeniable. But will this just confuse Isabella even more, or will this be the love she's been waiting her whole life for?
    T.L. Messruther was born in 1991 in Hull, United Kingdom. She moved to Scarborough, United Kingdom at just weeks old where she was raised. She attended school until 2005, when at just age 15 she fell pregnant with her son, who was born in 2006. Once pregnant, she chose to move back to her birth place to raise her son. In 2009, she gave birth to her daughter. While raising her children, reading became one of her passions.
    In 2012, she met a lady who was just on her journey of becoming a self published author. She gave her the courage to pursue her own dream to write her own book, thus relighting her passion for writing. T.L. is currently in the process of writing her debut novel in the trilogy, which will be the first book of the Love, Lies and Hurt Trilogy. It is expected to be released in 2013.
    T.L. Messruther and her family continue to live in Hull, United Kingdom. She is also in the process of enrolling in a course to become a midwife at her local college.

    Sunday, 27 July 2014

    It's a Winters Saga

    Winters Saga Series
    Author: Jami Brumfield
    Publication Date: Apr 29, 2014
    Publisher: Beau Coup Publishing
    Genre: Young Adult/ Paranormal Romance

    Lone Wolf Rising (Winters Saga Book 1)  
    Book 1 in the Winters Saga Series begins with Lone Wolf Rising

    Revenge has deadly consequences. Seventeen year old Rebecca Winters’ main goal for ten years has been to graduate high school and take down the people who killed her parents. When she stumbled upon a werewolf pack in the middle of Phoenix, she knew she’d found a way to make her dream come true. Instead of getting vengeance, an act of war has put her into a position of power and forces her to put her thirst for family justice on a temporary hold.

    He is duty bound to protect her. Lucian (Lucky) Lamont is a member of the Protectors, an elite supernatural police force who works for the Authority. Their main goal is to keep humans in the dark about the creatures who live among them. Lucky is assigned to protect and manage Rebecca, despite her refusal of help. His cover is simple; he poses as the dutiful ‘pretend’ boyfriend in order to keep an eye on the new alpha wolf.

    She is his mate.

    Gabriel Black though taking his pack back from the witch who was chosen as the new alpha would be simple. He thought wrong. His entire world was turned upside down the moment he met Rebecca at the Authority Council meeting…and he was hooked the moment he kissed her to prove she wasn’t dating his best friend, Lucky.

    It’s like being torn between two lovers.

    Rebecca is pulled in hundreds of different directions while she attempts to find a way to survive the supernatural world, protect her family, and discover who massacred her entire pack days before her first transformation. She doesn’t have time for romance.

    But the heart wants what the heart wants.

    And the wolf gets what the wolf wants – or so her alpha believes. While Rebecca manages to keep her head above water as she unlocks political and family secrets which could destroy her, she loses sight of the most important people in her life and one of them pays the ultimate price.


    He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close.

    "You need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family," he whispered.

    Her human half knew he was right. It was also one of those rare moments her wolf agreed.

    "It’s not like I ran home to show her,” she said. “She saw me limping and grabbed my arm. She pulled up my sleeve and reacted. Besides, they should have been healed by then. This cut," she held up her bandaged hand, "is already gone."

    "Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds first. Bruises are always the last to heal." His answer made logical sense. He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him back into their little corner. She wasn’t done talking to him. “They lasted for hours. How was I to know?”

    “You need to be more careful.”

    He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to have that same advice. How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t understand anything? No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed time to understand everything. No one seemed to see that she was scared and was constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to wonder if she made the right decision. She closed her eyes against the common phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.

    "Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?" Or the fact that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes ago? She kept that last thought to herself but didn't release her grip on his waist. It made her feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue. The urge to run her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming. If they weren't in the school she would have. It would completely go against her decision to stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover. But none of that matter when she was this close to him.

    He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear. His warm breath invaded her senses and sent electricity through her body. It took every ounce of will power to remain still. The silence stretched on painfully.


    And with that he took a step back and grabbed her hand. "What took you so long in the restroom?" It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the passionate moments they share was over, just like that.

    Annoyance and frustration raked her body. She refused to let him see her hurt ego or let him know he was rattling her.

    ‘He isn’t meant for you anyway,’ the alpha whispered in her mind.

    ‘That isn’t your decision.’ Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping things professional between them would definitely help the situation.

    She went along with his change of subject, for now. "I ran into Sundae. She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf."

    "Oh?" Interest entered his face and eyes.

    "Yes, she asked if I was happy." Rebecca shrugged.

    "Hmm, that’s interesting. I wonder why?”

    "I don’t know. Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad. She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation. I got the distinct feeling she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous than she looks. She even called me a little wolf." Rebecca almost laughed at the thought. "Which is funny considering she is much smaller and obviously weaker than me.”

    He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her. "Be careful of the dream weaver, Rebecca. She’s far more dangerous than she looks."

    “I got that. My wolf warned me. Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me out, too.” She shivered.

    “I’m serious, Rebecca.”

    She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause. She didn’t want Lucky to see that Sundae worried her. She was tired of feeling scared and having to hide it to the world. "What? Okay, so they can give me nightmares. So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie."

    "The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true. They are far better assassins than allies." Lucky spoke slowly to make sure the words hit home. The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters. It only made her feel more worried.

    A shiver ran down her spine. Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside. Lucky hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it more real. The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural way.

    Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind. The random thoughts of concern seemed to pile on top of each other. Before she chose to be a werewolf the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night. Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she was now Alpha of, and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from afar. The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin. "I’ll be careful." She promised.

    The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten it with a fun change of subject. "So why did you punch Gabriel?"

    "Why did he kiss you?" The intensity in the look he gave her made her wonder if he thought she’d invited the kiss.

    "I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me." She put up three fingers and said, "Scouts honor." The memory of the intense feelings his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings.

    ‘Traitor!’ Rebecca snapped in her mind. The wolf simply laughed playfully.

    "But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

    “No!” She answered quickly, which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky.

    ‘Yes.’ The wolf smiled in her mind.

    And there was the question Rebecca was dreading. She planned to make fun over the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.

    She shook her head. "It wasn't me that enjoyed it." She didn't know how to explain this to him, but she knew she needed to try.

    "Come on, Becca. I heard you." Betrayal played in his eyes as he continued his path towards class.

    "It’s my wolf. She’s attracted to him. Not me." Rebecca took his arm and spun him towards her. "I know we’re using this 'fake' relationship as a cover. I’m not stupid! But I can't change my attraction and desire for you. And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this." She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his, desperate to show him her need. His lips were like stone for a moment, but he lost all resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.

    He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her waist and pulled her against him. She was thankful the halls were empty in that moment, but if they weren't everything would have simply faded away. In that moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still. Their size difference made it hard to get closer, so he lifted her up slightly and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. When his tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in response only pulled her further into the kiss.

    He pulled back and shook his head. "This can't keep happening."

    His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out the flames of desire burning in her body. He set her down and took three steps backward, putting a hand up when she took a step forward.

    The gesture made her freeze.

    "Why?" It was a single word question that held so much meaning.

    "It’s not allowed. I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf, an alpha of all things. The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically engaged."

    Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words. "Okay, we could battle the Authority. My parents did it, didn't they? But engaged?" She shook her head in confusion. "Who? How? Why? You never said anything." Her head was spinning with this new information. Now, in a strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.

    "I’m promised to someone, have been since birth. If we both live to be twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids." He tried to explain, but had a helpless look on his face. "Besides, you’re an alpha. You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made his first play for you."

    Vampire Princess Rising (Winters Saga Book 2)
    Savannah Winters went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one terrifying night. Now she must find a way to survive the dark world she lives without letting the anger and depression overwhelm and destroy her. Maintaining a balance between her supernatural identity and human cover is more difficult then she could ever imagine. And her decision to separate herself from her family only makes matters worse. How could she forgive her sister, Rebecca for the role she played in her demise?

    It’s a question Rebecca struggles with herself as she attempts to rebuild the Arizona wolf pack after the massacre that left her a lone wolf. How can she convince her dear sweet sister, Savannah to forgive her?

    While Rebecca and Savannah juggle the challenges of their new identities, responsibilities, political alliances, and the men in their lives Hunter becomes obsessed with unlocking the powers they have as natural born witches and finding a cure to the viruses that changed his sisters lives indefinitely.

    More family secrets unravel and threaten to destroy the fragile connection the Winters siblings share while more enemies come out of the darkness to tear their new worlds apart.


    Martina pushed Savannah through the door of another store. They’d already gotten scarves of all different colors, jewelry, mostly silver of course, some new designer jeans, slacks and skirts, and well-crafted blouses. Savannah was beginning to feel like a mannequin as clothes were draped on her body and colors were checked. Viktor and Celestia were sparing no expense to make sure their investment was well dressed and looked the part. Martina flew through the dress store, pulling items of different colors and designs off the racks as Viktor smiled shyly at Savannah. It was the first time he was not otherwise occupied with his phone and they were alone.

    “You’re very pretty.” He smiled warmly.

    “Really? Because after this whole experience I was beginning to think I wasn’t good enough to be a princess,” she snapped coldly.

    “Vampires are big on ritual and expectations. You’re perfect in my book. However, as a royal you’re expected to be beyond perfect. Higher standards are placed upon you.” He turned those unique violet eyes on her, eyes that reminded her of her father. “Your life depends on acting the part, especially now that we’re officially engaged.”

    Savannah folded her arms at her chest. “I don’t consider us engaged, officially.”

    “Really? Why is that?”

    This man was clueless. She exhaled a frustrated breath out and watched as her bangs played in the uncommon breeze. “An engagement, in my book, consists of a man getting down on one knee and asking. This…” she waved her hand in impatience “…is all formality and protection. Where is the romance, the tingles, the earth shattering kisses, the mind boggling make out sessions…?”

    Savannah was so wrapped up in her wish list that she didn’t even notice Viktor had gotten down on one knee until Martina dropped the items in her hands and screamed.

    “What are you doing? Get up!” Savannah looked around at everyone staring at them. Vampires were not allowed to draw attention to themselves in public settings.

    “It may not be the perfect romance…but you will teach me what I need to do.” He pulled out a ring box from the breast pocket of his elegant sports jacket and held it out. “Savannah Ariel Matthews Winters you intrigue me immensely and I cannot wait to spend forever getting to know you better. Would you do me the honor of becoming my bride?”

    Her heart fluttered. It wasn’t the speech she imagined, but it wasn’t bad. She looked around, camera phones were rolling. Oh hell! She tried to hide the eye roll. They were on stage now. Appearances were of the utmost importance. “Yes.” She had no choice but to say it.

    “What was that?” he asked with a grin on his face. He heard her, he was a vampire.

    “Yes, I will marry you,” she said louder so everyone could hear.

    The grin that broke out across his face was brilliant. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her up into an embrace, and spun them around. “That was the first and only time I will ever do that,” he whispered against her ear. “Now we are officially engaged.” The smile didn’t leave his face when he put her down.

    “Kiss, kiss, kiss” was the chant that broke out from the crowd that had gathered to witness her fake proposal.

    He turned those eyes back onto hers. “I’m going to kiss you now.” It wasn’t a request, it was a statement. He moved closer, placing his hands on her slender hips tentatively. Then with a jerk he pulled her against him, weaving a spell around her senses. He moved his lips close to hers, so close but not touching. One hand moved up her spine to her neck. Tingles shot a trail up and a blush crept onto her cheeks as his body gave away his desire to claim her. “May I kiss you now?” His fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck and lifted her lips toward his, still not touching.

    She was so wrapped up in the spell he was weaving that she almost missed his question.
    “Savannah, I won’t kiss you until you give me permission.”

    He had somehow managed to turn a business arrangement into something more in a matter of minutes. His lips brushed so close to her skin she felt herself light up without a touch. His other hand raised up and gently tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, then caressed her cheek. “May I?”

    “Yes.” Her word came out breathlessly, but he heard her. The smirk that spread across his lips was unsettling but she gave little thought to it when his lips touched hers. Gentle at first and then he deepened the kiss and possessed her mouth with his. She was vaguely aware of the cheers in the background as he continued to assault her senses with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. As far as earth shattering kisses goes, he got a gold star.

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    Jami M Brumfield has a passion for the paranormal, supernatural, and mythological worlds for most of her life. She believes there is a kernel of truth in every story and loves playing detective to discover what that hidden truth is. She has written most of her life. She started with poems and short stories, then graduated to journalism working for online websites like It was only a natural progression that her love of writing and her passion for the unknown would combine. The Winters Saga is the product of that union.

    Book one in the Winters Saga "Lone Wolf Rising" focuses on teen witch Rebecca who in a series of unnatural events finds herself a teen wolf and alpha of the Arizona pack. She is suddenly thrust into a world where danger lurks around every corner and love becomes a liability. Her thirst for vengeance begins to destroy her family and someone she loves pays the ultimate prices.

    Book two in the Winters Saga "Vampire Princess Rising" continues the story that began in Lone Wolf Rising only the focal character is Rebecca's sister Savannah. She went from homecoming queen to vampire princess in one terrible night and her life... undead life will never be the same. Family secrets continue to unravel for the Winters siblings and danger continues to build as a supernatural war starts to brew on the streets of Phoenix with the Winters in the middle of it.

    Book three in the Winters Saga "Fire Master Rising" is well underway and promises to take your breath away as the focal point of this tale will be Hunter and his fire producing adopted daughter Freya join the battle against good and evil. Loyalties will be tested, alliances will burn and others will be created, and life will never be the same for the Winters family. Jami is hoping for a late June or early July release date for this book.

    She is also working on a New Adult Paranormal Romance series and book one in this series will be released in the summer of 2014.

    By day Jami works with hypnotherapy and coaching clients and in her nights she focuses on creating new urban fantasy and paranormal romantic thrill rides for your enjoyment.

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