Sunday, 15 November 2015

Release Day Blitz - The Beast Within By Rachel M Raithby @Rach1986UK @Katsmith_nz #Shifter #Romance #Paranormal

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Trapped in an abusive relationship for two years, leaving could prove deadly for Becca Kian. But when she’s pushed a step too far, Becca has no choice but to flee. After an accident that leaves her unconscious, Becca wakes to find herself in the cabin of a man who’s as entrancing as he is dangerous. Because this man makes her want to dream — dream of a world where Alex Scar doesn’t exist.
Both Minotaur and human, Aster Tavros is a shifter in hiding. Living in Woodland Creek, he’s made no effort to form relationships, too afraid to allow others to see his true nature. Because when they do, they run. Yet when Becca comes crashing into his life, he ignores every one of his rules. Passion ignites between them, but when secrets and pasts collide, Aster has a choice. He can hide his identity, or reveal his true self to save Becca, all the while, risking losing her forever…
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She woke in a strange bed, surrounded by unfamiliar smells and in a world of pain. Yet she wasn’t in a hospital, so that meant the man who’d ran her off the road had heard her desperate plea.
Attempting to sit up, Becca gasped as her skin stretched, igniting fire through her nerves. Feet sounded from the other room and a second later, a man appeared at the door. He was huge. Alex had been well built, and covered in sleek muscles, but this guy was on a whole other level. He filled the doorway, to the point where Becca thought he’d have to turn slightly sideways to fit through. His arms bulged with layer upon layer of pure, lethal strength. She was sure she’d be unable to wrap her fingers around them. A tight T-shirt stretched over the chiseled planes of his chest and stomach, and seemed to be painted to his skin. Becca gulped as her eyes traveled up to his face. She’d never met a man like him. Rough, masculine beauty, with skin of bronzed gold and hair of the darkest ink, he made Becca’s skin flush hot, and her mind scramble.
“You’re awake.”
She didn’t answer, her voice lodged in the pit of her stomach.
“Are you okay?”
The same stupid question snapped Becca from her daze. “You ran me over. Of course I’m not okay.”
An unreadable emotion flashed across his gaze, before he said “Hmm, yeah, sorry about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck in an awkward gesture. The movement scattered Becca’s thoughts, her eyes focusing on the flex of muscle and stretch of clothing.
“So, why no hospital?”
Her eyes zeroed in on his face, narrowing; she’d not be telling her secrets to another man again. She’d learned her lesson. “None of your damn business.”
Deciding it was time she was back on the road, running from her demons, Becca forced herself up. She couldn’t stop the noise of pain, even though she’d bitten her lip in hopes of doing so. From encountering years of hurt, physical pain wasn’t anything compared to months of mental torture.
“Wow, what are you doing?” He entered the room, seeming to take up every inch of space. “Get back in bed. You’re in no state to be going anywhere.”
Becca ignored him and glanced around the room. “Where’s my jacket and boots?” Her muscles protested with each miniscule movement.
“Get back in bed before I put you there.”
She would never follow orders from a man again. “Listen to me, asshole, I don’t take orders kindly, and definitely not from men who’ve run me off the road.” Fire filled her words, an old anger awoken.
Forcing herself to take a step, her head swam. A wave of dizziness passed through her like a drug. Her limbs went limp, losing any energy she’d had. Breath rushing out in a startled gasp, Becca’s knees gave way, and she braced for the pain that would follow from hitting the floor.
It never came. He’d moved with such speed, she’d not been aware of him reaching for her. He held her as if she weighed nothing, his strength and heat almost overpowering.
“I said, back in bed.”
Becca narrowed her eyes, mustering as much defiance as possible into her tone. “I want my jacket, boots and bike.”
Ignoring her demand, he carried her toward the bed. Becca struggled, though the effort was painful and pointless. Even fully healed, she’d have had no chance against this man. Mouth set in a hard line and eyes blazing with rage, Becca attempted to hold her ground and masked the fear within.
A part of her wondered if she’d run from one abusive man and straight into the arms of another. Would he hold her captive? For all she knew, this man could be even worse than Alex. Yet even as her pain whispered her fears, her instincts didn’t tell her to run. That was why she fought him when she knew he was right, because her first instinct was to melt. But her instincts had been wrong before. She’d never suspected Alex to be the man he was.
But you were innocent then, the seductive voice whispered. You’re not innocent anymore… Melt!
Shaken by the direction of her thoughts, Becca lost her fight and succumbed to being pressed tightly against his body, her breasts crushed against the heated wall of his chest.
“Bed,” he whispered roughly.
Her mask slipped for a second as she pictured not this stranger’s face, but Alex’s with his lips curled in a cruel smile, and the look in his eyes telling her he intended to hurt her tonight. Cold air replaced what had once been sizzling heat. Loss and loneliness pulsated through her, and she bit her lip to keep the desperate, needy sound inside her contained.
Placing her onto the bed, he retreated immediately. Becca stared at the man who’d been manhandling her a second ago, but now watched with concern from across the room.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Too late for that,” Becca muttered before she could stop herself.
“Not intentionally. If you would really like to leave, then be my guest, but your bike won’t start and the more you move around, the longer it’s going to take for your back and hands to heal.”
At the mention of her wounds, Becca felt the full extent of her pain. She’d been so determined to escape that she hadn't  felt the stab of agony as she flexed her hands, or moved her back. Looking down, Becca gazed at her torn fingers. Slowly turning her hands over, she inspected the pads of gauze taped to each palm.
“You should have worn gloves,” he murmured softly. Though Becca was certain she heard a thread of anger.
“Didn’t exactly have much time,” Becca whispered, not bothering to look up.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, taking a step closer.
“Nothing.” Looking up, she met his gaze. “What’s your name?”
“Aster.”
“Aster. I’m Becca. I’m gonna take that offer of rest now.”
He smiled and it was completely disarming. Aster had a dominating, lethal presence, but when he smiled with a softness in his eyes, it made her relax and forget the walls she’d built around herself to keep people out. “I’ll see you in the morning then. Shout if you need anything.”
The door closed with a soft click, and a heaviness spread throughout her body. Lying back, she pulled the covers over herself and succumbed to sleep. She should have been frightened; after all, she’d killed a person earlier that day, and Alex would be hunting her down. But even though she was in a stranger’s house, and her only mode of transport was broken, safety wrapped a protective arm around her as she relaxed, preparing for sleep. It was silly, and irrational, but still, she felt safe.
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AUTHOR BIORachel profile picRachel M. Raithby started her writing career in 2013 and hasn't looked back. She draws her inspiration from the many places she has lived and traveled, as well as from her love of the paranormal and thriller movies. She can often be found hiding out with a good book or writing more fast-paced and thrilling stories where love always conquers all. A Brit who left the UK in 2008, she resides in a quiet town in Queensland, Australia, with her family.
Her books include, the adult Paranormal Romance novels 'The Deadwood Hunter Series' and the Young Adult novel 'Winter Wolf.'
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Wednesday, 11 November 2015

DEMON HEART, by Emma L. Adams Genre: new-adult, urban-fantasy/ paranormal-romance @ELAdams12 @curiosityquills

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Genre: new-adult, urban-fantasy/ paranormal-romance
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Date of Release: October 19, 2015
Cover Artist: Amy Chitulescu
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 Can a demon’s heart of ice be thawed? Ash may have escaped death several times, but now things are finally looking up. The doppelganger is gone, she’s dating Leo, and the Venantium are staying away from her - for now. But a new threat rises from the Darkworld, and only the fortune-teller knows the true extent of the danger they’re in. Lucifer, a sorcerer who did the impossible and cheated death through escaping to the Darkworld, is on the move. Now his second-in-command, Mephistopheles the demon, is loose in our world - and will do anything to win Ash over to his side. The Venantium fear a repeat of the Demon Wars, the demonic invasion that wiped out the Blackstone family. But there’s more to those events than the records reveal. When Ash finds the lost diary of Melivia Blackstone, she starts to dig into the past to find the town’s forgotten history - leading to a revelation that shocks her to the core. Leo seems to be the only person Ash can rely on, yet can she truly open up to him, knowing what she is? Blackstone’s dark history is rising to the surface, and it seems even memory can lie. The worst betrayal waits around the corner, and Ash has to decide whether to trust Leo with her darkest secret, even when it has the potential to destroy them both…

Demon Heart (Darkworld, #3)Demon Heart by Emma L. Adams Jenni's rating: 4 of 5 stars I am giving this review on behalf of Kats Book Promotions/ Katsindiebookblog. Such a great addition to this series, and yet how the ending is, could there be a possibility of another one in the future? I do hope so! Granted there is not as much action as the previous books, this book still keeps you on your toes, and the fights are still awesome! Ash and her friends are now forced to deal with yet another evil, known as Lucifer, who has seemed to escape the Darkworld along with his 2nd in command Mephistopheles. Could it be possible that there will be another Demon War? Or will Ash and her friends be able to save it, yet again? With so much going on, Ash is still hiding secrets. Will she finally let them be known or will she continue to hide them? Ash and Leo are finally together but yet she is still holding back in the relationship. Can she truly open up and fully enjoy their relationship? Or will it have the potential to completely destroy them? This is a quick, yet a good read with quite a few twists in the story. A great and unique writing style as well. I would definitely recommend this book! View all Jenni's reviews

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Emma spent her childhood creating imaginary worlds to compensate for a disappointingly average reality, so it was probably inevitable that she ended up writing speculative fiction. She was born in Birmingham, UK, which she fled at the first opportunity to study English Literature at Lancaster University. In her three years at Lancaster, she hiked up mountains, skydived in Australia, and endured a traumatic episode involving a swarm of bees in the Costa Rican jungle. She also entertained her creative writing group and baffled her tutors by submitting strange fantasy tales featuring dragons and supernatural monsters to workshops. These included her first publication, a rather bleak dystopian piece, and a disturbing story about a homicidal duck (which she hopes will never see the light of day).

Now a reluctant graduate, Emma refuses to settle down and be normal. When not embarking on wild excursions and writing fantasy novels, she edits and proofreads novels for various publishing houses and reads an improbable number of books. Emma is currently working on the Alliance series, a multiple-universe adult fantasy featuring magic, monsters, cool gadgets and inappropriate humour. Her upper-YA urban fantasy Darkworld series is published by Curiosity Quills Press.

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Curiosity Quills Press (CQ) is a small hybrid publishing company specializing in genre fiction of the highest quality. With 150+ titles in our catalog already and approximately 6 new books coming out each month, there’s never a dull moment at CQ. We work with major retailers such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Audible to ensure that you, the reader, can find whatever you are looking for at your convenience.
Founded in 2011 by Eugene Teplitsky and Lisa Gus, CQ was initially a resource portal for writing and publishing, created in an effort to help writers, like themselves, survive the publishing industry. After rapid success, CQ morphed into publishing press that over time has solidified its share in the market. Now we spend our days searching for the next great escape!
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Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Rachel M Raithby & Skyscape Publishing - Re-Release of Winter Wolf Book 1 in the New Dawn novels


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Katalina Winter was prepared for life to change when she turned eighteen—but she never expected to actually change.

Learning that her birth parents were purebred wolf shifters is shocking enough. Now she’s expected to take her place in their unfamiliar world. Caught between two warring packs, Katalina must learn fast. One pack, led by the father she has only just met, wants to control her—and the other one wants her dead.

However, there is one bright spot to shifting, and his name is Bass Evernight. Tall, dark, and oh-so-handsome, Bass is the wolf that Katalina craves. He’s also strictly forbidden: a member of Dark Shadow, Bass is the son of her father’s mortal enemy. Yet deep down inside, Katalina’s new primal instincts howl that Bass is her mate. Can their love bring an end to the brutal war that has raged for so long, or will it spark the fighting around them into an all-consuming fire?

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“Shit!” Her leg gave way under her. Katalina sprawled face-first into the snow, the cold shocking the breath from her. She lay in the piercing cold, feeling the snow bite into her fingers, the chill frigid against her skin. “What was I thinking, boy?” she asked her dog as she sat up with a grunt. “I’m never going to make it to the bus stop, and even if I did, they’d never let you on anyway.”

It was tempting to lie back down and not move, to allow the snow to numb her body to the point beyond pain. A trickle of wetness rolled down her face. Katalina so desperately wanted to be home, in her family’s front room, watching TV. The fire roaring, its crackle and hiss the homiest of sounds. Only Katalina could never have that again. She’d never have the chance to enjoy another Sunday family dinner, or listen to her parents’ playful banter. She buried her head in her hands, tears dripping through her fingers and freezing on the snow. Arne whined, trying to comfort her with a lick and nudge.

“I know, boy,” she mumbled through her broken sobs, “I know.”

There was a rustle up ahead, further into the woods. Katalina lifted her head, squinting into the gloom of the trees. She scanned the area for movement. Arne growled low, the slightest of rumbles vibrating up his chest. Slowly, she climbed to her feet, her eyes never leaving the woods.

Arne barked.

“What is it, boy?” He positioned himself in front of her. “Show yourself!” she called, taking a few steps into the trees.

The wolf stalked from its hiding spot, eyes wary, hackles raised, its dark fur startling against the white snow.

“You,” she whispered, recognizing it as the dark wolf she’d felt drawn to in the shed.

Arne barked louder, jumping forward.

“No boy, come here!” she commanded, stopping Arne in his tracks.

The wolf studied her for what seemed like forever. Katalina couldn’t stand the silence anymore. “Are you a shifter, too?” she asked.

He didn’t answer.

“You’ve lost it, Kat, talking to a wolf,” she muttered to herself.

Before her eyes, the wolf morphed into a naked boy. “Yes, I’m a shifter, but not from your pack.” His voice vibrated through the air, low and brassy, pleasing to her senses.

“So you’re here to kill me then?” she asked, surprised at her calmness.

“I should be, but for some reason, I seem unable,” he answered, his voice void of emotion.

“That’s comforting,” she sneered.

“I imagine it is,” he stated. His face remained stoic.

Katalina burst out laughing. Is this guy serious?

“What’s so funny?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“You! Are you always so . . . literal?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

Katalina shook her head. “Never mind. So if you’re not here to kill me, then why are you here?”

“You intrigue me, Katalina Winter.”

“You know my name,” she said, shocked. Everyone knows my name.

“Most know your name but not your face.”

“Well, that’s something I suppose.”

Silence fell between them. He stared at her as intently as he had when he was in wolf form. She found herself taking an unsteady step, an invisible force drawing her to him.

He frowned, looking down at her leg. “You are still injured?”

“I’m f—” Her leg crumpled. She braced for the cold snow, but he’d crossed the space between them in a blur of movement, catching her inches before impact.

Stunned, she stared openmouthed as he set her on her feet. This close she noted every detail. His hair was just long enough to tangle her fingers into, and the urge to do so was a potent thing. His bare chest was a solid muscled wall, and her fingers flexed where they rested, trailing through a smattering of dark hairs.

“Why haven’t you healed yet?” he asked, oblivious to her wandering thoughts.

“What? Oh, I . . .”

He leaned forward, breathing deeply at the curve of her neck.

“Did you seriously just sniff me?” she asked, shocked at the strangeness of the past twenty-four hours.

“Yes, I was just getting your scent.”

“Scent?” she asked, bewildered.

“Yes.”

“Shifters are strange,” she muttered to herself.

“You’re a shifter, too.”

“So I’ve been told,” she grumbled, still hardly believing it herself.

“Though you’ve never changed, have you?” He continued, not giving her a chance to answer. “Your father left you vulnerable. He has been foolish keeping you away so long. He’s left you weak. You’ll need your wolf to protect yourself.”

“Mmm.”

“Why are you out here alone? Unprotected? You should rest. You will need to have healed enough before the next full moon, for the change to go smoothly.”

His reference to change had her refocusing on his words, and not on the expanse of his chest. Tired of the wolf talk, she snapped, “I’m going home.”

He frowned. “Is that not home?” He gestured in the direction of the old farmhouse from which she’d escaped.

“No, those people are strangers to me. I don’t trust them. They took me away from my home.”

“You are the alpha’s daughter. No one will hurt you there.”

“That man is not my father. My father is”—she swallowed the lump in her throat—“is dead.”

Wiping the tears from her eyes, he murmured, “Don’t cry.”

Don’t cry? Don’t cry? “Why not?” Katalina stepped back from his hold, not caring about her wobbling feet. “I watched my parents die last night.” She stared at the ground, not seeing the snow-covered earth, but the crash. “Wolves attacked, almost killing me, and then I woke up in a strange bed, with strange people telling me I’m a shifter, and that I need to come back because my blood is pure and they want me to keep the line going. I turned eighteen yesterday. The last thing on my mind is children, and I most certainly will not be told whom I’m supposed to marry. And that man who claims to be my father . . . Where’s the proof? He doesn’t even look like me. For all I know, he’s just some nut job.”

Katalina sucked in a deep breath, lifting her eyes from the ground to meet his. “What better reason is there to cry?” Her cheeks heated as she realized she’d ranted to a complete stranger and told him things she maybe shouldn’t have.

He studied her. “Very well. If you’d like to go home, I’ll take you, but first you need to go back and heal.”

“What? Really?” She hadn’t expected that answer. She’d expected him to run for the hills after all she’d said.

“Yes, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“But why?”

“You intrigue me.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“Yes, it is.”

“You are very frustrating,” she laughed, surprised she still had it in her to. Around him, things seemed a little better. Her reaction to him was confusing, and Katalina added it to her mental list of things that didn’t make sense.

“Am I?”

Shaking her head, Katalina wrapped her arms around herself, trying to get warm.

“You are cold,” he stated.

“A little.”

“Right, time for you to go back.” He scooped her into his arms.

“Put me down!”

Arne barked.

“Shush!” he growled at Arne. To her he said, “You’ll only do yourself more damage. I’ll carry you back.”

“You can’t just go around picking people up without permission!”

“Do you have a problem with me carrying you?”

“Well, yes,” she muttered.

“Why?” he asked.

“You have no clothes on!”

He laughed at her. It rumbled in his chest and did funny things to her heart.

“You’ll have to get used to that. Being naked is just part of life when you’re a shifter.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“A little, when I’m like this, but as a wolf, no. You’ll see how strong and resilient we are, after you’ve changed.”

“I’m not sure I want to be a wolf,” Katalina whispered, looking away from his face.

“Now that, Katalina, you have no choice in. Even if you lived away from the pack again, you’d still change. It’s a part of you, your blood. You’ll feel different after.”

“If you say so.”

“I’ll leave you here. The young boy is coming.”

“Oh, okay,” she hesitated, not wanting him to leave.

He put her down and ran off.

“Wait!” she called to his distant figure.

He paused, his voice whispering through the trees. “Yes?”

Shit, what do I say? “What’s your name?”

“Bass. Bass Evernight.”

“Bass Evernight,” she whispered, liking the sound of his name.

“See you soon, Katalina Winter.” His promise wrapped around her, like silk against skin. She held it close to her heart, wondering when they’d next meet.

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Rachel M. Raithby started her writing career in 2013 and hasn't looked back. She draws her inspiration from the many places she has lived and traveled, as well as from her love of the paranormal and thriller movies. She can often be found hiding out with a good book or writing more fast-paced and thrilling stories where love always conquers all. A Brit who left the UK in 2008, she resides in a quiet town in Queensland, Australia, with her family.


Her books include, the adult Paranormal Romance novels 'The Deadwood Hunter Series' and the Young Adult novel 'Winter Wolf.'





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